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Note: This is part 2 of the series, and will seem improbable unless the first segment is digested.

1

Predictably, I accepted Za’ana’s offer to fly to the Caribbean with her instead of a long road trip to Florida with the guys. My spring break would be spent at a warm beach, but not among the drunken crowds. I would be with this intriguing, multilingual beauty of Middle Eastern descent I fell for almost instantly playing her ‘games’ in Rodanthe. The stunning brunette’s cheerful public persona kept her lustful need to control, humiliate and inflict pain hidden. Za’ana’s dignified confidence masked her other bizarre cravings as well. Hopefully I was the sole keeper of her secrets. Fate had selected me, an average guy on the surface, as the one who could no longer deny his depraved masochistic pleasure in submitting to her twisted wishes.

I was already partially packed for a trip south anyway. We left as soon as she finished making flight and hotel reservations on my laptop.

“Rob,” she said in that sexy voice and exotic accent, grinning at me as we walked out of my dorm room, “make sure to smack me on the ass when your friends are looking.” I took her up on the offer twice, getting a kiss on the cheek each time before we reached the car.

I expected a mysterious secret government agent such as her to drive something like a turbo Audi, but she had a regular silver Chevy Tahoe. New York was our destination, to catch a late flight to warm Miami and beyond. The sun was bright but there were still patches of snow on the ground beneath the bare trees that covered the Pennsylvania mountains along I-80. I was so glad to see her, it was hard to contain my enthusiasm, and I probably talked too much. Techno-pop sung in one of her languages played softly on the stereo. Soon Za’ana brought up our escapades at the beach house.

“You know Robert, it’s been six months since we’ve seen each other, and played our nasty game,” she said, “We can’t just pick up where we left off. I was under a lot of stress and in a moment of weakness, I said things…I meant every word, but you understand we are still playing the game, Rob, and this is not just a spring break hook up. Some rules have changed, but you still have to do as I say, okay?”

I agreed as I thought about the moment of weakness she was referring sentimentally to. It must have been the moment we nearly kissed. It was a classic, passionate, romance novel-esque moment, except our mouths were rife with the taste of vomit and excrement. My memories of those unforgettable weeks were interrupted when she spoke.

“We have to make a stop here,” she announced as the SUV slowed and rolled onto a wide spot on the shoulder. We were in a remote, hilly area, where the highway passed through a forested state park. For a moment I thought maybe there was something wrong with the truck. “Time to start playing, you fucking pervert!” she said with a serious look. We exited the Chevy and hopped the guardrail, descending several yards down an embankment into the woods. “Take off your clothes! Everything, but put your shoes back on.”

We were out of sight of the Interstate, but a blacktop secondary road was a couple hundred feet further down the hill. We were fairly conspicuous, since most of the trees were devoid of leaves. My bigger concern was the temperature, about fifty degrees. I assumed I would be whacking off for her any moment now as I stripped out of my clothes. The air felt even more frigid with each item I removed. Soon I was standing naked, shivering in front of Za’ana, who had her hands on her hips impatiently. I had been spending extra time in the gym working on my upper body, with the faint hope I would see her again, but didn’t think this would be how she would first view the minimal results. She thankfully handed me my ski jacket back, although it only covered me from the hips upward. My soft dick, shriveled balls and white ass remained exposed. I gathered my arms around my chest and felt really stupid outdoors with just my Nikes, socks and jacket on. The noise of the constant parade of cars and trucks continued from uphill.

“Stop your fucking complaining,” she said, even though I hadn’t spoken. “It was this cold in my bedroom when I was a child. Here.” She handed me a cell phone. “This has my number programmed into it. I stopped here on the way to your school. Across that road and up the hill, I put the panties I wore yesterday into a zipper bag and a grocery bag and tied them to a tree branch. I’m going to the next exit to get some breakfast. You call and tell me what color they are, and I’ll come back and meet you here, and you will hold them to your nose and jerk your cock for me. Keep moving so you don’t get chilled. In thirty minutes or so, if you haven’t found them, I will come to get you, but I will take you back to your school and cancel your tickets. I’m starting to feel like we’re strangers again and I’m not sure my coming to find you was such a good idea.” canlı bahis şirketleri she turned away coldly. “Thirty minutes, maybe twenty,” she shouted over her shoulder, not turning around as she stepped back uphill toward her car with surprising agility, considering she was wearing high heels.

The next half hour was progressively one of the worst in my life as I cursed myself for my weakness, that I could not resist her and the risky behavior I had undertaken. I dashed across the secondary road, not twenty seconds later a dump truck rumbled past, and I ducked behind an evergreen tree. There was a shallow creek alongside the road, and the terrain sloped upward beyond. I jumped the creek and jogged uphill as fast as I could go, reasoning that I could survey the landscape better. The problem was that Za’ana was a distance runner and could have switched her shoes and placed the panties half a mile away. I looked for footprints in the remaining snow, but found none. I dashed around frantically, falling several times, out of breath, my bare legs chilled and scraped by branches. I found a few plastic grocery bags, but all were litter, filled with beer bottles or old fast food trash. I hid on a half dozen occasions as cars drove by. My dick and nuts had practically disappeared up into my body from the cold air.

I could not find the fucking panties. There was nothing tied to any tree limbs anywhere. I sat on a cold rock for a minute to rest. I decide to call her and plead for a hint or more time. I pulled out the cell she had given me and flipped it open. It wouldn’t come on, no matter what button I pressed. My own phone was in my pants, which she took with her, not that I had the number anyway. I had been tricked, and couldn’t even call someone to come get me before my toes and dick got frostbite. Here I was in the woods, cold winkie hanging out, and I had fucked up my spring break. My dorm ride to Florida had already left. No warm beaches with stripping drunk girls this year. My anger at Za’ana began to fester. I began to grow paranoid, wondering if she was never coming back, and this was some revenge she took for some task I didn’t perform well enough. Maybe her badge was fake and she really was on the other side, and was going to video everything and blackmail me into some errand for her splinter cell. I came to my senses, remembering she had a dietary secret of her own, but still it would be difficult to prove if I ever had to. It had been close to a half hour, so I trotted down across the creek and road, avoiding passing cars and finding a leaf strewn area to sit down behind a stump near the guardrail. I wanted to scream and cry but did neither. I wasn’t sure if she was serious about cancelling the trip or not. I decided to be nice enough to her to get me back my clothes and duffel bag. We had only passed a few exits, and I could hitchhike back to school. Suddenly a week at home watching TV didn’t seem so bad. Maybe I could hang out with my little brother and pick up a girl at a high school party or the mall, as long as she was eighteen, I sarcastically thought to myself. I knew this whole damn reunion was too good to be true. After what seemed like an hour, but was probably ten minutes, the silver SUV returned. I was not going to quit, but try to bargain for more time. She emerged from the truck and stepped over the guardrail and stomped downhill.

“Well? Where are they?” she asked angrily.

I stood to face her, the wind chilling my legs once again. “I need more time.” I said, hopping up and down slightly, teeth nearly chattering.

“No! You failed, you lazy bastard!” She stepped toward me. I noticed she had at least left her gun and badge in the Chevy, so I at least I wasn’t going to be shot, not here anyway. “I give you one little thing to do and you sit here like a chicken because you don’t care about pleasing me!”

“Za’ana, I tried! I looked all over that other slope. Go look at the fuckin’ footprints in the snow! Look at these scrapes!” I pointed to my calves. “Give me ten more minutes!” I said, my frustration showing. “Are you sure this is were you left them?”

“You are doubting me and telling me what to do? Bend over, you fucking disappointment!”

I saw her unbuckle the wide red leather belt that had been surrounding her small waist as she approached me. She hadn’t worn her jacket over the lightweight gray sweater and her stunning nipples, oriented upward slightly, were braced against the cold.

Despite my anguish, the immediate prospect of being spanked and the two stiffened reminders of how much I had loved seeing those tits momentarily outweighed my fear of her cancelling the trip, and my dick began to grow. I bent over and grabbed my ankles as commanded, and squirmed around as I withstood about twenty rapid, stinging lashes from her fashion accessory. She cursed, I assumed, in other languages the entire time. I then felt her shoe on my balls pushing on them painfully until I fell canlı kaçak iddaa forward, hands extended, onto my stomach, my face into a pile of leaves. Something, probably still her shoe, was digging at my rectum, twisting and pressing. I was nearly in tears; I didn’t want the trip to end so soon.

“Turn over!” Za’ana yelled. “Face me!” She then flung the red belt across the front of my thighs, dangerously close to my semi-hard dick.

My next view was of the sky, bare overhanging tree branches, and Za’ana, she was even beautiful at this angle. I felt really stupid and vulnerable, lying outdoors on the ground with my chilled junk showing. I raised my face, eyes wet. My ass, now warm, throbbed painfully.

“Unzip the jacket!”

I tugged the zipper down and she stood over me, dragging the red belt up and down my body, tapping my face and pelting my chest and stomach lightly. She swung a little harder as she reached my dick, now fully erect and pointed at the blue sky. The red leather stung my shaft slightly a few times as she spoke.

“Too bad you failed Rob,” she said. “We would have had a great deal of fun together. Maybe a rich man will take pity on me, a woman all alone at the islands.” She raised the leather belt. “Spread your legs! I should whip your cock and balls right now since they will be of no use to me!”

For some reason the thought of my nuts and dick being flailed made it even harder. I spread my legs as she asked, but tried to talk my way out of trouble, as it was. “Please! No! I want to go with you! What else can I do?”

“Show me your asshole! Get those legs in the air!” she yelled, then lashed my ass once more. “Spit on your hand and rub it on your hole. I want to see two fingers deep inside!”

I raised my already parted legs and worked up as much spit as possible and began sticking my cold fingers in my ass. It was slow going and hard to relax my sphincter in the chilled air.

“Hurry up, you sick masturbator! Fuck yourself! Harder or I will take a picture with your phone and send it to your friends. I will say ‘Hi this is Rob’ tell them how much I love doing these nasty perverted things for Za’ana and how I beg to swallow her vomit and bowel movements.”

I couldn’t believe I was outdoors, almost naked, lying on the ground with my feet skyward, fingering my butt. Not so early into the trip, anyway.

“You couldn’t even find a pair panties!” she said, then reached up under her skirt and began to quickly tug her underwear and hose down. I got a quick glance at her dark bush before the skirt hid it from view. She continued pushing them down her long dark legs until they were around her ankles. I braced for toilet duty, but she stood beside my head. “Here! This is what they smell like! Rub your fucking face in them!”

I did as she said, turned my head and smelled her rich, provocative scent as my face was buried in the hose and her black thong panties, making my dick twitch. I reached down and ran my free hand up and down the shaft of my aching cock.

“No! No jerking until I say so!” She kicked my arm and stepped away. “Now go back down there and get the panties. Keep your fingers up your ass. I’ll tell you where to go.”

I stood up clumsily, fingers still embedded in my rectum, dreading another round of exploring the woods. But I was relieved I wasn’t going to have to contend with a mouthful of turds out here with nowhere to clean up. I began to step downhill, leaning to one side, stiff meat sticking out from under the coat. After several yards, she spoke.

“Okay Robert, stop. Come back up here.” She looked at me and smiled. I returned to her, still with my fingers in my ass. She placed a hand on the side my face and looked at me with those stunning brown eyes after she replaced her belt and adjusted her hose around her thighs. “You did very well, sweetie. There were never any panties down there. That cell phone is just an old one of mine. I was going to do something like this back at the beach house, but didn’t get the chance. I would have sent you up and down the beach one night, bare assed like this, maybe with a squash up your hole.”

I didn’t know whether to laugh or scream. She really knew how to fuck with my head.

“I didn’t go anywhere. I watched you from that hill over there.” She pointed off into the distance. “I saw you running all around. I love watching your naked ass cheeks.” She kissed me on the jaw. “You have no idea what it means to me when you show your dedication like that.” She kissed me on the mouth quickly as she tugged on my arm, freeing my fingers. “Come on, we’ve got a plane to catch.” In our distraction, we hadn’t noticed an old blue car down on the access road that had stopped. Apparently we had been seen through the bare trees. There was no telling how long it had been there. Hopefully it was no one from school, and whoever it was enjoyed the show. I might make it into a viral video after all. I dashed up to the canlı kaçak bahis guardrail and hopped over, hoping the distant cars on the interstate didn’t notice my boner and glowing red ass as I scrambled into the Tahoe.

After a session with the hand sanitizer, and the replacement of my clothes the voyage continued. We stopped in suburban Jersey for lunch at a Mexican restaurant, and as we ate, I couldn’t help wondering what the vegetarian fajitas and refried beans were going to be like the second time around. On the way back to the car, the outside air was cold, and the spicy cuisine made our noses run. I reached for my seat belt as she shut her door.

“Wait! Come here Rob!” She reached out to grab my face. “Open your fucking mouth.”

She guided me until I spun around so my head overhung her lap next to the steering wheel and I was looking at the ceiling of the truck. Her beautiful face descended and my heart raced. Her hands on my head felt wonderful. I wasn’t really expecting a kiss, but I was wondering what was taking her so long to spit until I realized her nose was directly over my open mouth. I heard Za’ana inhale deeply before a noisy torrent of salty, slimy, liquid cascaded into my mouth. The cycle repeated. She wiped her nostrils with a finger and ran it across my neck, then coughed and cleared her throat loudly. Her lips pursed and I felt a large blob of phlegm join the emulsion that already immersed my back teeth. I raised up to show her, mouth open.

“Very good! Swirl it around!” she said, smiling broadly, removing her jacket.

I could feel strings of the more viscous discharge cross my tongue, then span the distance across my lips. Finally I swallowed at her command.

“You just love doing these nasty things! Did you like it?” She hummed a couple notes. “I think I see a bulge in your pants.” She kissed my cheek.

“It was delicious, but not as much as your shit.” I responded. The briny cocktail I just consumed could be considered an after dinner mint, compared to her other offerings.

“So, you miss the taste of my stomach and bowels?” She asked casually as she checked her makeup in the mirror.

“Yes, I can’t wait for more.” I guess I was becoming a certified addict. My dick was getting hard thinking about her gorgeous, caramel-colored ass hovering over my face and making a deposit again.

“That’s so nice to hear.” Za’ana said sweetly in that sexy accent, patting my thigh and starting the truck. To my surprise, she lifted her gray turtleneck with both hands up to her armpits, revealing a sheer black bra. Her dark, half dollar-sized areolas and soft nipples that had flattened into dime-sized bumps were easily discernable beneath. She muttered a complaint and tugged on the straps and band on each side, pulling it down. “Usually I wear the padded kind, especially at work, since these are always trying to make themselves known,” she said, “but I put on this flimsy thin one to be slutty for you. You like?”

“Yes, you know I do.” I said, grinning.

About twenty minutes later, she pulled over to blow her nose again. I savored and swallowed her snot as trucks roared past us. Gradually a normal conversation about school began, and she asked a lot of questions about my short list of prior girlfriends. The subject switched to my masturbatory activities since her departure, which of course had been minimal and boring alone. We reached Manhattan, and Za’ana announced we had a couple stops to make and soon we drove into the dark parking garage of her building. Her apartment was fairly modern but cluttered with books, magazines and newspapers, and computer monitors and parts, including keyboards with Cyrillic and Arabic character sets. A few framed family photographs were hung on the walls. I waited in the living room until she emerged, sans gun and badge, towing a suitcase. She looked awesome. Za’ana wore tight, low rise jeans and a dress jacket over what looked like a silver halter top. A couple alluring inches of her flat lower stomach were visible above the waistband of the jeans. Next, we visited a high-end department store and she left me in the men’s department to buy some dressier ‘evening dinner’ clothes while she disappeared elsewhere. I guess my jeans, tennis shirt and ski jacket were a little ragged looking. She was paying, so I didn’t object.

We reassembled curbside at the Tahoe, with new luggage holding my suits and her mystery purchases. A pizza vendor took care of dinner and we left for JFK airport.

The next hours were a blur of parking shuttles, redcaps, lines, security checks and finally a wait a the gate. The chairs were actually comfortable and Za’ana sweetly fell asleep in my arms, but the bliss was short lived. A crowd of people arrived as the plane we were to take emptied out. There were only a handful of passengers on our midnight flight to Miami, most looked like tired, deadheading employees .

After take off, Za’ana once again snuggled up to me. Soon we were at cruising altitude. Our seats were near the back of the plane, and the other passengers were all in front of us, asleep. The sole flight attendant had disappeared into the cockpit, maybe she was blowing the pilots, I thought to myself.

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(It was late autumn of 1960 and I, David Shaw, was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Miss Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being an alleged ‘Peeping Tom’ in the grounds of ‘Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old’ one Friday. There were 120 girls registered at the school. Clearly I was not a so called ‘pervert’ but I could not prove it as I was caught with a pair of binoculars.

I had decided not to get the local police involved by agreeing to submit myself to the traditional ‘Punishment Rules of the School’ as applied to ‘Peeping Toms’. This involved being stripped naked and spread-eagled on the headmistress’ study carpet, and tethered with ropes and leather straps to metal rings set in floorboards at each corner of the room. I was then required to orally pleasure the ‘whole’ school. This is part twenty four of my sorry tale.)

* Early Tuesday Morning in the Japanese Girls’ Dormitory.

*

“Mr. Tom, we have no longer any toilet paper left and we need to dry ourselves,” the doll-faced Japanese girl said laughing hysterically, “and you will have to lick us dry or we will tell Miss Wiff-Naseford,” she exclaimed once again smiling and sniggering with glee.

She told me, by pointing and gesticulating, to place my upturned face on the bottom corner of the bed, which I did. I was now resigned to the fact that I was to take the place of toilet paper for all these Japanese women who had already made use of my face as a dildo or something similar. I now felt as if I was servant and that these young women could use me at their whim. Meanwhile, for some unknown reason, I felt my penis stiffen like it had never stiffened before.

From nowhere several pairs of hands appeared and tied me down to the bed using scarves, belts and rope, from goodness know where. My arms were tied together under the corner of the bed, while my ankles were pulled tight towards the headboard bed knobs. My head was lying exactly over the narrowest corner of the single bed and I could not escape. I was in the worst position I could possibly find myself in. Not only was I tied down, but tied down by a group of girls who hardly spoke any English in a part of the school isolated from any form of rescue. I really doubted that I would make it through the night.

Once I had been secured the bed side lights went out one by one. The girl who normally slept in my bed was nowhere to be seen. Presumably she was bunking-up with someone else, who knows. The only light in the dormitory shone from the bathroom door positioned at the end of the dormitory. By turning my head slightly I could see if anyone was using it.

I lay there staring up at the ceiling and wondered what the night held for me. Tried to sleep but there was too much whispering and giggling in the room.

In the darkness I heard two pairs of slippers walk past me and two tiny girls scamper into the toilet cubicles. I heard the flush of one, then two, lavatories, and then heard the same footsteps approach me. This was the moment I had been dreading.

Without ceremony, and certainly without any words, one of the girls pulled up her nightdress and sat astride my face. I was faced with a dripping mass of curls and I licked her as best I could, swallowing as much as her urine as possible.

To my horror she squeezed a few more drops more out of her pee-hole and I was forced to swallow this as well, and completed the licking and drying with my tongue.

The other girl backed over me and lifted her long nylon nightdress. The smell was horrendous as she had dribbled urine down the inside of her thighs. She held one, then the other, thigh over me while I attempted to lick her dry. She then sat astride my face and I cleaned her up between her legs as best I could. In the darkness I could see her smiling and within seconds she was off me and padded quickly back to her bed.

Out of the gloom another girl trotted to the bathroom. She wore a pale cream cotton nightdress with white lacy hems. I heard the toilet flush and she suddenly appeared over me with her buttocks in my face and her nightdress pulled up to her waist. Again I licked as much of the moisture off as possible which left my mouth tasting of salt and found it difficult to swallow. It was clearly going to be a long uncomfortable evening.

All through the night these undersized girls kept using the toilets. One or two of them, I thought, just wanted my tongue inside them as they were not particularly damp, not with urine at least. At about three o’clock I fell asleep only to be woken at 7.30 am by another damp pussy in my face under a pale blue nightdress. She dug me in the ribs and pointed to her vagina opening.

“Lick clean please, hurry, hurry,” she said as I opened one eye then the other. My arm sockets ached and I my mouth felt dry and stale. She dug me in the ribs again and I began licking her dry. She lifted her tiny rounded arse over me illegal bahis and I was forced to clean her perineum and lick the sweatiness from her thighs. She tasted disgusting but my penis began to expand. Soon I had my usual early morning ‘hard-on’ and I thought that it looked particularly impressive, particularly to these pint-sized Japanese girls.

Another pair of legs inside a pale pink cotton nightdress with lace edging straddled my head. She lowered her cunt onto my face and squeezed my cheeks. She blurted something loudly and quickly in a squeaky voice and slapped my face. Clearly she was impatient to dry herself and as she got off me I saw that several girls were dressing even though it was only 8.00 am. From my position flat on my back, naked, with my head at the extreme lower corner of the bed I watched, unable to move or masturbate at the sexually exciting sights surrounding me.

Another moon-faced girl in a lime green gingham nightdress slipped her leg over me and sat astride my head, and dropped her hem over me. I stared up at her breasts as she wiped herself over my face. I licked off every drop of warm urine from around her vagina, but she remained sitting on me when I had finished cleaning her up.

“Pussy delight, pussy delight,” she said in a tiny high-pitched squeal as she pushed down on me. She pushed down on me again, this time reaching behind her and squeezing my penis.

“Pussy delight, I want, yes,” she said squeezing my penis again.

“I give ‘Pussy-delight’ if you give me ‘Percy-delight’,” I said hoping that she would understand.

I was pretty desperate for a wank, it had to be said.

“Ooah, yes pussy delight now,” she repeated this time holding onto the top of my head through her thin cotton nightdress. I now concluded that she did not understand and I was destined to have my face ridden by this miniature Japanese ‘nose-jockey’.

After ten minutes of frantic jerking, during which time my hair, nose, cheeks and lips were plastered with thin colourless slime, she came with tiny ‘eh, eh, eh,eeeeeh,’ shrieks. I lay their staring up as she slid off me and went to the bathroom, presumably for another wee.

There was now a queue of girls next the bed. Some were still in nightdresses, some were wearing bras and panties, and some were in full school uniform. I was faced with small slim bare legs and legs in white stockings.

I had an enormous erection.

The girls straddled me and goaded me into performing the required cleansing of their vaginas and surrounding areas. Some were quite rude and slapped me, but I was in no position to argue. I did think about biting them, and drawing blood, but at the back of my mind I did not want to give Miss Wiff-Naseford any excuse for calling the police. I just had to grin and bear it.

“‘Percy-delight’ please, yes?” I said to the more astute of the small girls, but no one appeared to understand. I looked down at my swollen knob end and smiled at them.

“Percy-delight?” I said, aware that a small string of precum was hanging off the end.

A distant bell sounded and the room suddenly emptied and I was left alone lying in the morning sunlight with the shadows of trees flitting around the room. I was also aware of the sound of birdsong. I surveyed the dormitory. The beds had crisp white duvets on them and despite the apparent recent reckless burst of activity they had left the room comparatively neat and tidy. I concluded that they were clearly well organised compared with the British contingent of the school.

* Doris the Cleaner

*

After twenty minutes or so I began to wonder whether they would return to the room soon to untie me. I was now almost numb with discomfort and my shoulders and wrists hurt like hell. Panic gripped me as it dawned on me that they may have gone straight to their lessons after they had breakfasted. Another ten minutes went by and then I heard a sound. The door opened and someone walked in. I heard slow heavy footsteps and a cleaner, probably in her early sixties, wandered in with a box of toilet rolls under her arm.

“Well who the bloody fucking hell are you?” she asked uncouthly, standing next to my bed, putting down her box.

I explained that I had been caught in the school grounds on Friday and had been mistaken for a Peeping Tom, and had had to endure terrible punishments in the head teacher’s study over the past three days. I also told her that I had been forced to perform oral pleasuring on all the girls and that I had had to act as a ‘toilet slave’ to all the little Japanese girls. I stared up at her with my ‘little-boy-lost’ innocent eyes and asked her to untie me.

She looked at me intently and then looked around the room. Without saying a word she returned to the door and locked it.

She was a stout grey-haired woman and wore a pale blue faded knee-length floral dress which buttoned down the front. Her shoes looked old and worn and one of her dark tan stockings was laddered. illegal bahis siteleri As she approached the bed she picked up the box and walked into the bathroom. I heard her distribute the toilet rolls amongst the four cubicles. I also heard her cleaning the toilets and flushing them out. She also spent some time attending to the washbasins and showers. She also used one of the toilets as I heard her urinate cough and fart.

“Well young man,” she said as she reappeared next to me, “you can bloody well tongue-fuck my pussy while I’m here, and you’d better do it well or else they’ll find you with no bollocks when they all get back at lunch time.”

My heart began to race as I stared at this wrinkled old crone, and at her flabby arms and double chins. She took out her false teeth and placed them on the bed.

“Come on then sonny give us a kiss to get us going,” she said leaning over me, with her eyes shut and her mouth pursed.

She leaned further towards me bending her knees. I tried to struggle and stared with complete revulsion at her mouth and encrusted fragments of food stuck to the corners of her lips. Clearly she had only just had her breakfast and she smelled of tea. Our lips touched and a big loose tongue flapped about and tried to push my mouth apart.

“C’mon son, a big kiss for your Aunty Doris,” she chortled, forcing my mouth open with her fat fingers.

She pinched my nose and I gasped for air. In went her tongue, like a piece of dead fish, and attacked my throat. I tried to pull away but she held me with her huge gnarled hands which gripped my cheeks like clamps.

I felt that I was in serious trouble, very serious trouble indeed. Her toothless gums sucked at my lips and I felt like throwing up, particularly as her breath smelled of cheap scent and general sweatiness. She appeared to be all my worst nightmares rolled into one. Her horrible tongue went everywhere inside my mouth and I felt I was being truly violated.

“More French kissy-wissy with your Aunty Doris, sonny,” she said smiling and unbuttoning the top three buttons of her size 22 dress.

I stared at her white bra which was large enough to hold two footballs. I watched the loose flesh shake as she lowered her cleavage onto my face. She chuckled and cackled at my demise and I could tell that she was going to prolong my torture for as long as possible. She was evidently in no hurry to ‘bring herself off’ on my face.

She slowly dragged her huge lace encased breasts backwards and forwards across my face and I had to breathe in the foul odour of sweat and overwhelmingly sickly perfume.

“Lovely, jubbly,” she exclaimed as her nipples stiffened against my chin.

“Oooooh, lovely jubbly,” she said rubbing herself over me once more.

Her face descended on me for a second time and I was forced to French kiss her again and again. Her hideous toothless smile made her look like a mediaeval gargoyle or a grotesque carnival mask. I shut my eyes and tried to imagine that I was kissing someone else. Anyone was preferable to this witch, even Miss Wiff-Naseford.

All of a sudden she stood up. Clearly she was now completely aroused as she was constantly rubbing her breasts, buttocks and pubic area through her thin flowery dress. She looked down on me, grimacing, and slowly unbuttoned the lower five buttons of her dress to reveal a white nylon waist slip underneath. It was a plain slip and not especially lacy. I could tell that she had owned it for quite a while as it was torn in places and had yellowed with age. She lifted her dress hem and petticoat to reveal her stockings, stocking tops and suspender belt.

“Oh my, oh my,” I muttered to myself as I noticed her thighs above her stocking welts.

They were thick, flabby and bulked out by cellulite. Her thighs actually hung over the tight tops of her hosiery. Her suspenders dug into her flesh and her stockings appeared to be stretched beyond breaking point. She moved up to me so that her knees touched my hair. I stared up at her grinning ‘upside down face’ as she slid her legs to either side of my cheeks.

“You can bring me off through my fucking knickers first young man,” she said watching me, and sensing the fear in my face.

I struggled to pull apart the ties that held my shoulders and head to the bottom most corner of the bed but it was impossible and I lay there looking up. Doris held her dress and slip up to her waist and splayed her legs and then dropped her clothing over me.

The smell suddenly hit me. I looked up to see a huge pair of white nylon knickers. They were loose fitting and had wide baggy legs. They were trimmed with a narrow band of lace and smelled revolting. She reached beneath her and began massaging her crotch. I stared mesmerized by her masturbation and the crude movements she made with her heavy fingers. Above me I stared at her horrible urine stained gusset. It was filthy and had the stench of a thousand toilets.

Under her petticoat canlı bahis siteleri and only inches from my face I watched a stain in her knickers grow larger and darker. She was oozing vaginal secretions and clearly she would soon want me to finish her off.

“Oh bloody fucking hell,” I murmured as she withdrew her hand and allowed me to see the full extent of the dampness between her legs.

It looked as is if she has pissed in her knickers as they appeared so sodden with her spendings. Slowly but surely she splayed her legs further and bent her knees so that my nose was pushed firmly between her legs. The smell now was almost intolerable. It was like the acrid stench of ammonia mixed with rotten fish, only three times stronger.

She rearranged her dress and slip so as to allow herself plenty of pelvic movement. All around me I was enclosed by her dirty undergarments and blubbery flesh above her dark tan nylon stockings.

“Tongue out son,” she ordered as she placed her hands on my chest to steady her.

I felt my penis lengthen and increase in girth and couldn’t work out why. My body was clearly repulsed by this geriatric hag sitting on my face with her dress over me, but my mind wasn’t, or was it vice versa. I wasn’t sure which part of me was controlling my erection. I only knew that it was bloody stiff and I craved relief.

“I said tongue out sonny,” she said as she gripped my nipple and squeezed it viciously. I pushed my tongue up into the damp nylon and tasted the stomach churning secretions dribbling out of her.

“Lovely, lovely,” she moaned as she dragged her gusset over me. My nose was forced along the cleft between her legs and under her heavy buttocks. She slid herself over me several times as her fat knees creaked and cracked.

“Oh fucking yes, oh fucking lovely,” she grunted like a sow in a mud bath.

I closed my eyes and salivated like fury, trying to dilute the taste from between her legs. The atmosphere inside the enclosed space under her waist slip and dress was now incredibly hot and humid. She appeared to be a naturally sweaty woman and I watched her thighs and stomach above her suspender belt glisten as she continued with her self pleasuring.

I slipped my tongue back into my mouth, hoping she wouldn’t notice, but she did. I felt an agonising grip on right nipple as she chastised me and swore at me once more.

“Get that fucking tongue out you little shit,” she shouted as she pushed her whole body weight down on me.

“Oufff, agh!” I groaned. as her flesh engulfed me.

I pushed it out as far as it could go and allowed her to position her arse over it. Great horrible groans of approval followed as she forced me to tongue her anus through her knickers. She lifted herself up very slightly and slid over me again, hovering above me to allow my tongue to follow the contours of her vagina. Backwards and forwards she moved as I kept my tongue as vertical as possible. I became aware that her clitoris was now so prominent that it was pushing through her gusset. Above me the cleaner groaned and moaned clearly enjoying the apparently delicious pleasure of having a young man’s face between her old legs.

I flicked at her most sensitive part and she ceased her rubbing to the point where she held herself over me and allowed me to stimulate her with my probing and delving. She jerked and jerked again, this time holding my chin through the two layers of fabric. She jerked a third time then a fourth as I flicked the tip of my tongue around and over her clitoral area. My face was now sticky with her lubrication and I marvelled how a woman so old could produce so much fanny-juice.

By now she was jerking over me furiously and from the inside of her rustling petticoat I heard her say “Oh, yes, oh, yess.”

Suddenly she gripped my head even harder and thrashed about wildly until my facial features felt sore with the constant abrasion from wet nylon. I closed my eyes again and struggled for breath as this heavyweight above me swore and cursed.

“Fucking lovely, bloody fucking bloody lovely,” she snorted as she rubbed herself further and further towards her orgasm.

Then when I thought she was almost coming she began bouncing on my face as well as rubbing. Her language became almost incomprehensible as she galloped down the ‘home straight’ with my face squashed beneath her.

“Fuck,” (bounce) “Fuck,” (bounce) “Fuck,” (bounce) “Fuck,” (bounce) she continued, as she mashed my head into the bed. I felt as If my face was being slowly eroded down to bone as her huge damp stinking knicker gusset slid over my nose for the millionth time, or so it felt.

Then from nowhere it happened. I felt it well up inside her as her body stiffened then quivered, then shivered. The flesh and clothing under her dress shook and shuddered. She savagely gripped my head and then I felt her whole body judder as she swore and came, filling her knickers with more cunt juice. I lay there under her, with her enormous buttocks pushing my face halfway into the mattress.

*

She then decided that she had had enough of me outside her knickers and required my face to have direct contact with her cunt. This was the moment I had feared most.

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Carrie bent over the counter to add the numbers again. She was never good at math and never trusted her own addition. If she didn’t get the numbers right, the money would come out of her pay, or worse, she might lose her job, and she didn’t want that. She liked working at the lingerie store. She especially liked the discounts. She was wearing her new, soft, white satin garter belt under her skirt with the lacy, white panties and the white stockings with the seam up the back. She couldn’t wait until Ethan saw her. He would not be able to hold himself back.

Helen was at the front of the store, straightening a rack of teddies. She had worked at the store for a couple of years, and flirted with Carrie from the day she started almost a month ago. Her head and hips moved to the music over the speakers, and she silently sang the words.

Helen was twenty, a couple of years older than Carrie. She was also shorter and had long, dark hair. Carrie didn’t know what to make of her flirting. It made her uncomfortable. She was the one who usually flirted with guys. When Helen flirted with her, she didn’t know what to do.

She never thought she would be attractive to another girl. She never thought of herself as being attracted to another girl, especially one who was gay. But Helen didn’t seem gay. She flirted with guys who came into the store as much as she flirted with girls. Was she the kind who liked to go both ways?

Carrie had to admit, though, if she were going to be attracted to another girl, it would be easy to be attracted to Helen. She was petite, with a curvy body and a cute face. She had sex written all over her.

Carrie squeezed her legs together. It surprised her to be aroused by Helen. What would she do it Helen came on to her? Would she resist? And if Helen was insistent? The thought of having sex with another girl repulsed her, but then, she was once repulsed by the thought of putting a penis in her mouth. If Helen tried anything, she would just see where it went. But would that be cheating on Ethan?

She went back to figuring out her math, and paid no attention to Helen when she came behind the counter. She felt a hand touch her ass and bolted upright and spun around. Helen was grinning and her playful eyes sparkled.

“Whatcha doing?” she said. She leaned over the counter on her elbows, resting her chin in her hands.

Carrie was shaken. She didn’t know what to think. She’d never been touched like that by a girl. Her heart was pounding.

“Just … just my receipts. I want to make sure they’re right.”

“Are they?”

Carrie shrugged. “So far.”

“Have you been under?”

“Not yet. Have you?”

“A few times,” Helen said, as if it was nothing.

Carrie’s mouth fell open. “Doesn’t Mr. Colbert get mad?”

Helen snickered. “Sure. But he forgets about it if I blow him.”

Carrie’s eyes opened wider.

“You mean you suck him, suck his dick, and he lets it go?”

“Yeah. He likes to get head. Every guy does.”

Carrie was so shocked by the idea of Mr. Colbert using Helen for sex, and her so willing to comply, that she never noticed her move behind her until she put her hands on her waist.

“You like to give head, don’t you? You like to feel it in your mouth?” Helen said in a soft whisper.

She pressed her groin to Carrie’s backside. She gasped and leaned forward with both hands on the counter. Her chest swelled with shallow, rapid breaths. Helen’s hands slipped under her short skirt. One warm hand moved around to her front and pressed her mound. Carrie moaned and moved her ass side to side, rubbing against her.

“I like it in my mouth,” Carrie said.

Her own voice was little more than a breathy whisper. Suddenly she wanted it badly. Helen’s touch was warm and gentle, and in just the right places.

She turned Carrie around and leaned her back against the counter. She put her hands on her breasts. Carrie sucked in a deep breath. Helen’s head tilted up and her lips parted.

Carrie leaned down, closed her eyes and touched her lips to Helen’s. Her pulse pounded and she felt a roar in her ears. Helen pulled herself close, flattening their breasts together. Carrie parted her thighs. Helen pushed her knee between them and her thigh pressed against her mound. Carrie gasped, and Helen slipped her wet tongue into her mouth.

The front door opened, sounding the tiny bell. They broke apart quickly. Carrie glanced back over her shoulder, hoping they hadn’t been caught by Mr. Colbert.

But it wasn’t him. It was a customer, a man, who was looking at the sale items and apparently hadn’t seen them. Carrie sighed. She’d hate to have to explain to Mr. Colbert why she was making out with Helen when she was supposed to be working. He might try to make her blow him.

“I’ll take this one. How’s my lipstick look?” Helen said, straightening her skirt.

Carrie nodded. Her lipstick was fine. Her full lips looked delicious. Her face was flushed, though. Was her own face as red?

Helen sauntered out to greet illegal bahis the customer and her hips swung side to side. He glanced at her once, then twice, and his eyes grew wide. Carrie covered her mouth. No doubt Helen would make the sale. When she wanted to be convincing, few men could resist her. Carrie’s heart skipped when she realized that even she had been unable to resist her. What she really wanted, though, was to put her head between Helen’s thighs. She licked her lips. How would Helen’s pussy taste?

Carrie returned to her math again, but it was difficult to concentrate. She was turned on. Her pussy was wet. She squeezed her legs together, wishing Helen would touch her there again, or even better, that Ethan was there to satisfy her. She sighed as she thought of his sweet, tender touches and the feel of his huge woody sliding into her tight slit. She couldn’t wait to see him.

Helen led her customer around the store, picking out one scanty piece of underwear after another. She was teasing him, holding each article up to her body. From the way he stared at her body and wiped away the perspiration from his forehead, he seemed very interested. Carrie giggled. Helen was hopeless.

Finally she gave up on her math, totally unable to concentrate. Instead, she decided to watch Helen flirt with the customer. If she had to blow Mr. Colbert because her receipts were off, then so be it. She would blow him and enjoy it. But she wouldn’t tell Ethan.

She walked around the store, straightening the racks, all the time glancing at Helen and her customer. He was getting very worked up. He had a prominent bulge in the front of his pants. One time, Helen glanced back at her and smiled, as if they shared a secret.

The guy was carrying a bundle of things on hangers. Helen asked if there was anything she could do to help him decide. He said he wasn’t sure, and she offered to try them on for him. He hesitated, but only for a moment, and said that would be a good idea, and Helen led him to the changing rooms.

Carrie moved closer to the changing rooms. What was she up to? She didn’t know they were allowed to try things on for customers. Was she just doing it to make a sale? She wouldn’t be surprised. Helen was the type who would do anything for money.

Carrie heard their voices from inside, but couldn’t hear what they were saying. For a minute or two they were quiet, then she heard soft moaning. Her mouth fell open. What were they doing in there?

The moans got louder, then stopped. Carrie went back behind the counter. A few minutes later, the guy came out of the changing room with a few items that he brought to the counter.

“I’ll take these,” he said.

Carrie rang up the items, and couldn’t help but notice how his face was flushed and he wouldn’t look her in the eye.

Helen came behind the counter as Carrie was finishing. Her face was flushed, too, and she was grinning.

“Come back again,” Helen said when he picked up his bag.

“I will,” he said with a quick grin, and left.

Carrie put her hands on her hips and turned to Helen.

“You had sex with him.”

Helen’s mouth curled in a wide grin. “Yeah. I couldn’t help it.”

“What if you get in trouble?”

“I won’t get in trouble. I was just so horny. It’s your fault, you know.”

“My fault? Why is it my fault?”

“You made me horny. Besides, he gave me fifty bucks for it.”

Carrie’s mouth fell open. “He paid you? That’s like being a … a whore.”

“So what? I got laid and I got paid. I do it all the time. You should try it.”

“Aren’t you worried you’ll get pregnant?”

Helen paused for a moment, as if she never considered that possibility.

“If it happens, it happens. I’m not gonna worry about it.”

“You should have made him wear a condom.”

“Then I wouldn’t feel his love juice, you know, all squishy inside. Look,” she said, and pulled up her skirt.

Carrie’s eyes grew wide. Helen wasn’t wearing panties, and the wisps of dark, curly hair on her mound were wet with white juices.

“He had a lot of it. I really got him worked up,” Helen said, with a playful giggle.

“Oh my God,” Carrie whispered, staring at her pussy.

Helen touched it, then licked her finger. “I love cum. Wanna taste?”

Yes, she wanted to taste it. She was breathing hard as she slowly dropped to her knees in front of Helen, who was breathing hard, too, and held the front of her skirt up.

Carrie could smell the strong odor of the guy’s cum and Helen’s juices. She inhaled deeply and the odors made her head swim. She stuck her tongue out, leaned forward, and licked the cum on Helen’s mound. She gasped. She was looking down at her, panting through her mouth. Carrie closed her eyes, leaned forward, and licked her again.

The tiny bell rang again. Helen stiffened. Carrie looked up.

“It’s a customer,” she said in a whisper. She stepped back and Carrie stood up.

It was another guy, a gorgeous hunk with wavy, dark hair and dreamy eyes.

“You illegal bahis siteleri should do it with him,” Helen whispered.

“I can’t. I have a boyfriend.”

“He doesn’t have to know. You’re just gonna fuck this guy, not go out with him.”

Helen was right. She could have sex with this guy, and then she could have sex with Ethan.

“What do I do?”

“Offer to try the lingerie on for him so he can see what it’s like, then just do what comes naturally.”

Helen gave her a gentle push in the back. Carrie approached the guy, trembling. If he looked in her face, would he be able to tell that she wanted him to love her? What if he said no?

“Hi. Can I help you find anything?” she said with a nervous smile.

His eyebrows went up when he looked at her, and she caught him checking out her body. It excited her.

“I need something sexy for my girlfriend,” he said.

Carrie took a fluttery deep breath. Even his voice was sexy. It took her a moment to remember what she was supposed to do.

“Maybe she’d like a nice teddy?” she said, pointing to the rack.

He scrutinized them, but shook his head.

“She has one of those already. I need something sexier.”

She turned to a rack of skimpy bra and panty sets, very flimsy, very sheer, barely more than tiny strips of fabric. She selected her favorite bra and panty set, one she wanted to wear for Ethan, lacy red bra and panties with spaghetti thin straps.

“She might like this.”

He nodded. He had a sparkle in his eye.

“Do you know what size your girlfriend is?” Carrie said.

He cupped his hands and looked at Carrie’s breasts.

“She’s about your size. Why don’t you try it on for me?” he said.

Carrie nearly fainted. “Sure, I can do that.”

He lowered his voice. “I’ll give you twenty dollars if you let me watch.”

Carrie hesitated. Was he serious? This was easier than she thought.

“Forty?” he said.

“Ok,” Carrie said, and smiled. But she couldn’t believe she actually agreed.

He followed her to the changing rooms. She glanced at Helen as she closed the door, grinning like she’d just won a prize.

The changing room was a small, cramped space with a full length mirror on one wall, a hook on the other wall, and a padded, French style wrought iron chair. The guy sat in the chair. Carrie was trembling. She couldn’t decide what to do. He was going to watch her undress and put the tiny bra and panties on. Then, somehow, she was going to ask him to have sex.

She hung the hanger with the bra and panties on the hook. He took out his wallet and handed her two twenties.

“Here you go,” he said.

She folded them. She had nowhere to put it, so she set them on the floor. Now she had to do something for him.

She started with her blouse, slowly unbuttoning down the front. She untucked the bottom from her skirt and removed the blouse. His eyes grew wide. Her breasts had grown a bit in the last few months, since she started making love with Ethan. Now all of her bras were too tight. She still wore them, though, because now they squeezed her new, full breasts together until they were practically bursting out, and Ethan’s eyes usually got as wide as the customer’s were right then. She loved that she could have such an effect on a man just by undressing in front of him.

She dropped the blouse on top of the twenties and pushed the short skirt down, swaying her hips side to side. The customer groaned through his open mouth. She bent over to pick up the skirt and saw a good sized bulge in his lap.

She stood before him in the white satin bra and panties and garter belt with the lacy trim that she had picked especially for Ethan. She took the bra and panties on the hanger off the hook.

“I’ll put these on and be right out,” she said, and stepped behind the curtain.

Her hands were shaking and her heart was pounding as she stripped naked and put on the tiny red bra and panties. They were so tiny and light it was as if she was wearing nothing at all. She checked herself in the mirror. The tiny patches of red fabric barely covered her nipples and her mound. When she moved, it felt like her jiggly breasts would come right out of the bra. Her nipples showed through the thin fabric. Ethan would love to see her in this.

She pulled back the curtain. The cute guy’s eyes popped out.

“Fuck yeah. That’s perfect,” he said.

“You like it?” Carrie said, and turned her back to show the string that went between her ass cheeks.

“I love it.”

“Do you think it’s too tight here?” she said, and squeezed her tits in her hands. He shook his head. “Maybe you should look closer, just to make sure.”

She straddled his right leg. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She was so horny for this guy, and she felt guilty for feeling that way when she was so in love with Ethan, but maybe she just wouldn’t tell him.

“Touch it here to see how tight it fits,” she said.

His hands moved up the outsides of her canlı bahis siteleri thighs to her hips, where the spaghetti thin straps held the panties up.

“It’s pretty tight,” he said.

“Feel it here, too.”

She moved his hand to the inside of her thigh and his fingers grazed the thin fabric that covered her warm mound. He rubbed his fingers over her crotch and she groaned.

She couldn’t stand it anymore. She was wet and hot and she wanted to feel his pole inside her right now. She reached down and squeezed the hard lump in his pants.

“For a little extra, I can help you with this,” she said.

“How much extra?”

That was a good question. He had already paid her forty. How much did Helen say?

“Twenty?” Carrie said.

He nodded and took another twenty from his wallet. Carrie smiled. That was easy.

But, as she folded the bills with the other money on the floor, she realized she was about to commit herself to prostitution. At first she was doing it to satisfy herself. Now, however, she had to do it to satisfy him, because he had paid for it.

Was she supposed to suck him? She didn’t want to let a stranger cum in her mouth, even if he was cute. But how would that be different from letting him cum in her pussy? Ethan’s was the only penis she had ever seen or touched. His was the only cum that had ever touched her skin. She was about to betray the only lover she had ever known, and it was too late to go back. The customer was already unzipping his pants.

He pushed them down to his ankles, then his underwear. Carrie gasped. His cock was beautiful. It wasn’t as long or as thick as Ethan’s, and it stood straight up. Ethan’s bent over to one side under its own weight. Would this one hurt as much going in?

“Come on, let’s give it a try,” he said, stroking his dick with one hand.

Carrie’s mouth drooled. A drop of juice from her pussy ran down the inside of her leg and there was no way she could deny what her body wanted. She would do it quick, then. She would get him off and she would wash the cum from her pussy so Ethan would never know. If he smelled another man’s cum on her pussy she would die of shame.

She slipped the panties off and spread her legs over his lap. He put his hands on her waist. His palms were sweaty on her bare skin, and she was a little disgusted. She reached down between her legs, put her hand around his penis, guided the head to her wet lips and lowered herself on it.

“Oh fuck yeah,” he said with a deep groan. His eyes closed and his head tilted back.

Carrie settled her weight on his lap with a sigh. His entire penis was inside her, and it didn’t hurt a bit. She could feel it sliding along her walls as she moved up and down. She could never get Ethan’s whole thing inside her. He was just too big and she was too tight.

“That is one hot cunt you got baby,” he said.

His hands moved up to squeeze her tits and Carrie blushed. How come Ethan never talked about her like that?

She put her hands on his shoulders and rocked her hips. His penis felt good, and she was so sorry for Ethan. She didn’t have to get used to the pain of being stretched before it felt good and she could enjoy having sex. She never knew it could be this way with other men. Was she ready to give up on Ethan just because he caused her pain when they had sex and this man didn’t?

“Here it comes, baby,” he said.

What did he mean? What was coming? Then he was spurting in her pussy and she couldn’t believe it. She wasn’t even close to getting off, and he was already done. How could he do that? Didn’t he care about her?

His hips stopped moving and he let out a deep breath.

“Shit baby, you are some good kind of fuck. You’re the tightest cunt I ever did. You sold me. I’m going to buy that stuff and give it to my girlfriend. When I fuck her I’ll be thinking about your sweet hole,” he said.

He lifted her off his lap and stood up. Carrie backed away, shocked. He pulled up his underwear, then his pants. She understood now. Of course he didn’t care about her. She was just a tight hole to stick his cock in. He’d paid his money and got his use out of her, now he was done with her.

She tried to cover herself with her arms, as if the shame she felt was written all over her. That was why Ethan never talked about her body like that. To him, she was not just a thing to use. He actually cared about her, not like this man. She felt dirty, humiliated. Her foot touched the money on the floor and she moved away from it like it was a poisonous snake.

The customer straightened his shirt. “Hey, if she likes it, I’ll come back again. You can show me something else she’ll like, right?”

She leaned back against the wall as he went out. She didn’t know what to think. No one had ever done something so mean, especially not Ethan. She wished he was there now, to hold her and tell her everything was going to be all right.

She reached for the chair and sat down with her legs spread. That man’s seed was still in her body, leaking out slowly. She wanted it gone, and she didn’t want to have to touch it. It felt like acid staining her insides. She sobbed. She had ruined herself forever, and Ethan would never forgive her. How could she let Helen talk her into doing this?

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(It was late autumn of 1960 and I, David Shaw, was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being an alleged ‘Peeping Tom’ in the grounds of ‘Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old’. There were 120 girls registered at the school. Clearly I was not a so called ‘pervert’ but I could not prove it.

I had decided not to get the local police involved by agreeing to submit myself to the traditional ‘Punishment Rules of the School’ as applied to ‘Peeping Toms’. This involved being stripped naked and spread-eagled on the headmistress’ study carpet, and tethered with ropes and leather straps to metal rings set in floorboards at each corner of the room. I was then required to orally pleasure the ‘whole’ school. This is part seventeen of my sorry tale.)

*

“Tom,” Barbara said, as if it were my real name, “I told the other girls that you would sleep with us tonight.”

“I realise that,” I said, “So what is it that you are trying to tell me?”

“Nothing really, except that was my first time,” she had a look of desperation and sadness and I kissed her again, helping her to her feet.

I looked at her closely. Her face was amazing. Her teeth sparkled as she stared down at me. My face was roughly at the same height as her shoulders. Everything about her appeared fresh and wholesome. I ran my eyes up and down her body. Her eyes were dark brown and large; her neck was long and slim and she wore a tiny pendant crucifix above the collar of her open necked blouse. Her grey sweater was pushed out by firm young breasts with prominent nipples which jutted enticingly towards me.

“What are you doing? You terrible man,” she exclaimed as she watched my eyes roving over her at close quarters.

She shuffled forward and looked down her nose at me almost giggling because she felt both embarrassed and self conscious.

“What are you doing? Am I being inspected? You are worse than the housemistress checking that our uniforms are clean and ironed,” she said nudging me with her black stockings.

I looked down at her pleated skirt which brushed against the opening in my now gaping dressing gown. My penis slowly stiffened and stood out at right angles to my thin puny body so that it touched the rough woolen tartan material of her uniform. Immediately the sensitive exposed head jerked in approval. I lifted up the hem of her skirt and wrapped some pleats around my erection and began to masturbate. The roughness of the material felt both stimulating and painful. My testicles tightened and I closed my eyes enjoying the sweet sensation. As I did so she moved even closer and we kissed slowly and languorously savouring each movement of our tongues with delved and probed each others mouths.

After many minutes Barbara stopped kissing me and put both her hands on my shoulders and firmly, but gently, pushed me downwards. I knelt at her feet with my head roughly at the height of the waistband of her skirt.

“You know what to do now don’t you,” she said, as I understood where she wanted me to place my head.

I squatted down and eased my head under her skirt and petticoat. The enclosed space smelled of her natural fragrance mixed with the aroma of my semen and sweat. I slurped my way between her hairy labia which were still distended from our recent avid and enthusiastic lovemaking. Her lips still drooled with semen as I parted them and slipped my tongue inside her. Above me she shook down her underslip and pleats and I felt the heaviness of her plaid skirt pushing me even further into the centre of her sensitivity. Once again I was in the familiar world of a young woman’s underskirt.

Within a few minutes she was groaning and moaning unintelligibly, her petticoat and heavy pleats shaking around me, her lace edging thrashing around my neck and shoulders. Her stocking tops, tensioned tightly by her frilly suspenders, swept over my cheeks. My penis dripped precum as it strained at the erotic sights, smells and sounds which surrounded me under her warm skirt.

She grasped my head brutally through her skirt, and held me in a vice-like grip against her genitals, as she jerked herself over my face, over and over again. I felt that I was being dragged about as If I were arabbit being shaken by a dog. She bent her knees, shuddered, and then swore loudly. Her upper-crust voice appeared to fill the echoing stairwell. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on and my nostrils could feel the tiny muscular ripples flowing through her vagina.

All of a sudden it was over and I re-emerged from under her skirt sweating and exhausted. Barbara Rippingdale gulped in air as she gradually calmed down and resumed her seat on the stairs staring at me. She laughed and shook me by the hand as if to thank me. I judged that this appeared a rather formal gesture, but reciprocated her appreciation with a kiss to her fingers. My legs wobbled visibly as I regained güvenilir bahis my footing and composure.

She led me up to the dormitory and I was greeted with nineteen faces staring at me in wide eyed surprise.

“You’ve brought him then Babs,” said one of them and I noticed them smile then look at the gaping front of my dressing gown where my erection bobbed about as if it had a mind of all it’s own.

In the cosy lamplight I noticed that there were twenty double beds edging both sides of the long wide room and a central space in the middle. It was similar to the French girl’s dormitory, but there were two old leather settees facing each other in the centre of the room, with a small rug in between, creating an intimate seating area piled with journals and newspapers.

“Hey Jill have you read this?” said one of them, brandishing a teenage magazine.

“What is it?” said Victoria Gregory, lifting her skirt to scratch an itch on her thigh.

I glimpsed a flash of cream coloured underslip and black stocking, at the same time my erection rose to horizontal level and bounced around looking extremely pleased with itself.

“Take the flasher’s dressing gown off, ” said Christine Forrester.

The girl who had several dildos, now appeared to take charge.

I now stood completely naked amongst these tall beauties as Susan Laing read out an article from ‘Girls Untamed’ magazine……..

“Skin Toners, New Advances. It has recently been discovered that facial skin can be rejuvenated and toned by the application of testosterone. This may be sourced from the testes of males of the species and from the semen and seminal fluid ejaculated from sexually mature men….blah, blah blah…….. Science has shown that only a few globules of semen massaged vigorously around the fine loose skin found about the eye sockets and ‘crow’s foot smile lines’ tensions the skin and nourishes the natural collagen……..blah. blah blah…… This can produce beneficial and noticeable improvements to the appearance and tonal quality of the female complexion,” she concluded looking around her for a reaction, if not approval.

Several girls giggled and looked in my direction. I glanced back at them and then turned beetroot red as I registered the true significance and meaning of the article.

Before I could react, I was being pulled to the far end of the room, away from the doorway, and thrown onto a bed on my back. The duvet was pulled from under me and a pair of nylon encased knees pinned me down.

I struggled but other hands held on to me and eventually tethered me down tightly to the bed using a collection of belts and scarves.

Miss Dodd, who sat astride my chest, told me to calm down and keep quiet or else they would complain to the headmistress who would then call the police. She told me not to bite.

I heaved and strained one last time but couldn’t move. It was no use, and I felt vulnerable and puny in my naked state. I had been tied down so that my head was at the foot end of the vast double bed and my limbs were spread-eagled to all four bedposts. Once again I was at the mercy of twenty long-legged nineteen year old school girls. The outlook appeared very bleak, very bleak indeed.

“Well ‘Flasher’,” Miss Judith Dodd, my captor, said to me sliding forward, “You know what we are going to do to you don’t you?”

“You’re probably going to extract some semen from me I suppose,” I said trying to put on my ‘little boy lost’ look so that she would take pity on me. I tried the ‘puppy dog face’ look on the other girls who now surrounded the bed but none appeared to display any sign of mercy, and all looked eager to try the new skin treatment.

“Correct first time, ‘Flash-boy’,” she said in a satisfied manner.

Judith slid forward so that my nose was rammed into the damp crotch of her white nylon lace edged panties. As soon as I breathed in the intense musky sweetness of her feminine odour my penis elongated to maximum length. I heard several girls say that they were surprised at its length for one so skinny and short.

“Goodbye Flasher you will not need to see anything for a while,” said my female schoolgirl captor sliding even further forward so that her knees splayed across my shoulders and my cheeks were gripped by her thighs above her stockings.

I could only just breathe, and that was mainly through my mouth. Judith pulled her flared frilly white waist-slip over me so that I could only see shadows moving above me. She then dropped her pleated tartan school skirt down around her covering my face and upper torso from view. Everything went very dark and quiet and I could only vaguely make out the conversation around me.

“We need paper cups, or some small empty bottles,” I heard someone say. Then I heard “Who has done this before?” and “My brother showed me once,” said a girl with a Scottish accent.

“Yukth,” said someone with a lisp, it must have been Samantha Skirving-Thorpe, “I’dth türkçe bahis rather holdth the cup ifth you don’t mindth.” She said in her childlike voice.

I lay there passively with my head beneath Miss Dodd’s knee length pleats as the preparations went on around me in the dormitory. Then I became aware of several girls sitting on the bed next to my exposed genitals, which had now shriveled because I felt so vulnerable.

Gradually I felt fingers caress and fondle my penis and testicles. Around me I felt stocking clad knees brush against my legs, feet and stomach. The stroking gave way to pulling and pushing as my glans were exposed to view. The girls giggled and chatted as my penis extended to its maximum length.

“Oh, wow it’s huge,” said one of them and it seemed to jerk upwards out of their hands. I must admit I was straining it to make it even longer.

The scene must have appeared very erotic. Here was me, naked, tied, spread-eagled on my back on a large double bed at the far end of the dormitory. Sitting on my face, wearing her school uniform, was a nineteen year old with exceptionally long legs wearing black nylon stockings, with her pleated knee-length tartan skirt and white lace-edged petticoat spread over me. Between my naked thighs another nineteen year old knelt and cupped my balls. Next to me, on each side of the bed, two other girls sat and milked me with their long cool fingers.

I savoured the delightful experience jerking my hips in time to their wanking. It was not long before I was on the home straight, my breath sucking at Judith’s knickers which were now oozing vagina juice over my nose and lips. Not long after, a plastic cup was held against my stomach as the milking became more and more intense. Soon I could hold back no longer and I jerked my body violently off the bed as eight powerful thrusts released long strings of semen into the cup.

“We’ve got some, we’ve got some, great work girls, that’s enough for us four, now it’s someone else’s turn,” said Judith hauling herself off me.

Another four girls appeared around me. I recognised them as Elizabeth Chadburn, Phoebe Clifford-Singfield, Danielle Holbrook and Pamela Meakin. The latter stood out as she was 6 foot 5 inches and was possibly the tallest girl in the school.

“Who’s going to sit on his face?” asked Danielle.

“I will,” said Pamela, clearly realising that there would probably be more room for her long legs at the foot end of the bed where my face was.

She flicked back the fringe of her long curly hair and hitched up her skirt and petticoat.

Next to me a large foot appeared on the bed. The black nylon reinforcements on her toes and ankles of her stockings suddenly appeared unexpectedly erotic. Naturally my penis began to stir again and extend across my stomach. The bed swayed and bounced as she swung her other foot over my head and squatted on my face. I stared around me almost in panic as she knelt, than sat, on my chest, her heavy thighs above her stockings gripping my face.

She nudged forward so that my nostrils were pushed firmly into her cream broderie and eyelet lace panty crotch. Once again I felt trapped, this time under a giantess of formidable proportions. She smiled down at me as she flipped her cream nylon broderie and eyelet lace underskirt over my face then dropped her heavy pleats over me, cutting out any further views of the room or my captors.

Within the tight confines of her skirt her odours were quite intense. Her panties smelled strongly of warm stale urine with only a hint of vagina. She pulled her skirt hem further around me so that I was well and truly concealed and restrained.

In the meantime I noticed that the bed rocked and swayed about as others gathered around my penis. I felt a paper cup pushed over my sensitive knob end and young thin fingers scratching and clawing at my inner thighs and testicles. My penis stiffened to its maximum extension and once again I began to breathe in the sweet, savoury smell of fresh vaginal juices issuing from Miss Pamela Meakin’s dribbling cunt.

A pair of hands then started wanking me. To be honest I had not made a complete recovery from my first ‘semen donation’ so I was not really ready to expel any more spermatozoa into the waiting receptacle.

I think the girls were being rather optimistic to expect ‘production line volumes’ of skin treatments available on tap, as it were.

“Come on Pam. You’ve got to make him sexier,” said one of them, clearly eager to rest her hands after ten minutes of furious milking.

Pamela, above me, knelt up, so that light and fresh air suddenly streamed underneath her skirt. I stared up at her cream panties which were now quite damp. Her suspenders were exceptionally long and also trimmed with broderie and eyelet lace. I realised that there were actually six metal suspender clips all tensioned, and adjusted, for maximum length.

I stared hypnotised by the sheer beauty of her elegant long legs güvenilir bahis siteleri and expensive looking lingerie.

Her hands appeared under her skirt and untied a ribbon above her left hip. She moved her hands to her right hip and untied the other ribbon. In one sweeping movement her panties were off and her skirt and petticoat shaken down around me again. She knelt down again and pushed her vaginal opening and pubic hair into my nose. The smell was even more intense and I lapped at her, and licked her, as if my life depended upon it. I delved into her bush with my tongue and exposed her clitoral hood.

My face gradually became slimy as her juices flowed over me. The atmosphere under her skirt smelled purely of sex, and I felt intoxicated by it. Her damp hair tickled my nostrils and I stifled a sneeze. From above me I could hear her breathing become more and more laboured as my clitoral stimulation continued. Her hands gripped my head and pulled it forward into her as she slid further over me. Her movements became more and more urgent and pronounced and I felt as if my head once again was a mere masturbatory aid. It was as if my head was dismembered and bobbing around on a choppy sea, as my skull was pulled this way and that, over and over again.

Her muscular thighs, above her stockings, held my cheeks as her inner-most suspender clips brushed my temples as she threshed around above me clearly nearing her orgasm.

Meanwhile at the other end of the bed Phoebe Clifford-Singfield was wanking me as if she were milking a cow, except ten times faster, or so it seemed.

From out of nowhere Pamela’s orgasm hit me. A great wave of shuddering, juddering and swearing announced its approach as my head was rocked viciously backwards and forwards, completely at the mercy of this ruthless creature.

Suddenly she stopped, and I felt her shaking and shivering as a huge emotional discharge welled up inside her and exploded in lots of ‘yes, yes, yes, and yeses’.

At the same moment I released seven powerful thrusts full of semen into the paper cup and the girls all cheered. I lay back gasping staring face-to-face at Miss Meakin’s sopping labia. She lay back, almost squashing my genitals, and slowly swung her limbs off me. She retrieved her knickers and wiped my face with them before retiring to the bathroom. I felt completely and utterly drained physically, if not emotionally, once again.

It must have been getting quite late and I was vaguely aware of the school clock chiming ten o’clock in its tower on the roof.

I looked around and the girls were trying out the new skin conditioner. It appeared that they had enough to keep them going. My latest offering was passed around and little dabs were applied to their cheeks and massaged in. No one appeared to mind that the ‘secret formula’ originated from between my legs.

Some of the girls were changing into their nightwear and I was treated to various strip-tease shows from every corner of the room. I had never seen so many firm pert breasts, well not since the communal shower with the French girls, but that seemed ages ago.

“We need one more…err….squirt ….of…err you know what,” said Lucy Gratton-Smith, the fragile blonde doll-like creature, rather nervously and apologetically.

I told her to help herself as I couldn’t move with all the belts and scarves holding me down. She sat on the edge of the bed and smiled in a self-conscious way at me as she toyed with my knob and balls. Once again I felt that I couldn’t provide her with the goods as I was still seriously recovering from the second milking. She fiddled about with my genitals really not knowing what she was doing. I could imagine Christine Forrester making short work of the situation as she had appeared the most sexually experienced of Class 2A.

Lucy gradually worked out what to do and slowly but surely my penis began to rise again. Behind me, on the bed, two knees suddenly appeared to each side of my head. It was Susan Laing. She told me to open my mouth and she allowed a long drool of saliva to flow from her lips and land on my tongue.

“Yuk,” I thought, as I swallowed, but then I felt my penis strangely stiffen.

“Again, open,” she ordered me as she summoned up more saliva and deposited it in my mouth.

Two other girls, Deborah Bramley and Karren Brittan looked on, intrigued. I lay there seemingly the receptacle of Susan’s spitting and drooling while my stiff penis jerked about wildly like a caged animal within the fragile fingers of Miss Lucy Gratton-Smith.

Christine Forrester suddenly appeared and pushed Lucy out of the way. She spat in her hands and began violently wanking me. There was no time to summon up my strength and I just watched her methodically jerking me off. She was like a paid mercenary, efficient and ruthless.

Up and down, twisting, pulling, massaging, manipulating she continued. Up and down like a piston went my foreskin over my glans After five solid minutes of brutal milking I felt semen rising, and she did too. There was no cup. There was no cup?

“Lucy, open your mouth and don’t swallow,” she said pulling Lucy by the hair so that her face was two inches away from my penis tip.

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A few years ago I was working at a bar in a small town in Florida. It was a struggle living on my own so I ended up making friends with one of the bartenders, Alexa, and rooming with her. It was pleasant enough at first, but after a while living together started to put a strain on our friendship. She had this habit of coming home with different men every night, some of which I knew, most of which I didn’t. I didn’t mind so much that she was bringing home men, but some of the ones I didn’t know looked a bit too shady for my tastes and it did nothing but add to my irritation.

She was also in a complicated relationship with this man named Thomas who I found incredibly attractive. He was Puerto Rican with dark skin and hair, brown eyes, low, grumbling voice and a lean dancer’s body. Why she wanted to string this boy along I never understood, nor did I understand why he came when she called, but I was sure glad to see him when I got home from work at night.

One night I had gotten off of work and stopped at a friend’s house before going home. Alexa and I had started avoiding each other at this point, so we tended to stay away from the house whenever possible. I decided to head home around 1:00, thinking she’d either be out with friends or sleeping, and it was late enough for me to go to bed if she did happen to be home. She wasn’t home, though, so I changed and got ready for bed. I drifted off to sleep, but was awakened a few hours later by the front door. Alexa must be drunk I thought, hearing her giggling and stumbling in the hall. Then I heard Thomas’ voice. I couldn’t make out any words, just the sound of voices coming through the hall. I rolled my eyes, turned over and attempted to fall asleep again.

What seemed like a few minutes later (but could have been longer; I had kind of drifted into that space between waking and sleeping where time doesn’t seem to really mean anything) I heard a soft moan, or at least canlı bahis şirketleri I thought that’s what I heard. Was it? I held my breath and strained my ears to listen. Did I just imagine it or did I really hear it? I hear another moan, a bit louder this time. Our rooms shared a wall, but while her bed was pushed against that shared wall, mine was on the opposite, so I silently crept out of bed and walked over to it, putting my ear against it.

Now that I was closer, I could hear that the moans were his, which turned me on to no end. I love listening to people having sex (I’m a bit of a voyeur) but hearing a man being vocal gets me turned on and wet in an instant. I stayed standing there, my ear pressed against the only barrier between Thomas and me, imagining what was going on in the other room. Was he naked? Was she exploring his body with her hands, or was she using his mouth?

“Yesss….Oh god, Lex, please suck my cock…”

Ah, she was taking him in her mouth. Oh how I longed to be her right now, taking his hard cock in my own mouth. I slowly let my hand drift down under the waistband of my shorts to rest on top of my panties and lightly rubbed myself. I didn’t want to cum too fast; I wanted to cum with him.

“That’s it Lex…God your tongue feels amazing! Keep doing that…”

In my head, I was on my knees, taking his cock as deep inside my mouth as I could, holding the back of his legs for support. I “saw” him looking down at me, and then throwing his head back as he pulled on my hair.

“Yes! Oh god, yesss….ohhhhh Lexa stop! I don’t want to cum yet!”

I was slightly disappointed, but only slightly, at his proposal to stop, and took that opportunity to walk to my dresser, silently open the drawer and take out my vibrator. I needed it. I crept back to the wall, but this time I sat on the floor with my legs spread out in front of me.

“God, you’re so wet!”

“Yessss…”

I wished at that moment that there was a hole in the wall or that I could phase through the solid material, ANYTHING that would let me see what was canlı kaçak iddaa happening. I was left with only my imagination, which was driving me wild, but was keeping me so hot. I slid my shorts and panties down now, lightly rubbing my clit with the wetness I was leaking.

“Come on; just slide a finger inside me! You’re driving me crazy! Please!”

Hearing my roommate, the woman who had every man at her beck and call, the woman with so much power, beg turned me on even more. I lifted the shirt I was wearing and unhooked my bra, letting my breasts fall free. With one hand I ran my fingers around the nipples, circling closer and closer until I was pinching the nipple between my fingers. With the other, I was still stroking my clit, but I went just a little faster.

“Lick my clit Tom! Just like that…god I’m gonna cum! Ohhhh yessss FUCK!”

I could hear the squeaking of bed as she thrashed around. I could feel her orgasm as if it were my own; feel his tongue rubbing my clit and his fingers thrusting in and out of my body. I allowed myself a small orgasm, keeping as quiet as I could.

“Get up here now and fuck me!”

“Oh yes, with pleasure!”

I heard them both moan as I assumed he slid himself inside of her. With that, I placed my feet flat on the carpet, raising my knees, and slid the vibrator inside of me. I didn’t turn it on, just slowly slid it in and out, steadying myself by leaning back on my hand.

“God, you’re really wet. Fuck!”

She only answered in moans and whimpers. I closed my eyes and started thrusting the vibrator just a little faster. I could almost feel his hot breath on my cheek and neck as he panted, see the sweat glistening over his skin and feel it against my own hot flesh. I’d place my lips right against his neck, feeling his heartbeat against them, gently biting him as his pace quickened.

“Yes! Oh GOD Tom! Ohhhh!”

“Get on your hands and knees.”

I did as he had said, pretending it was me he was talking to. I got on my knees, resting my head against the wall, making sure the vibrator didn’t fall canlı kaçak bahis out as I changed positions. I finally turned it on, assured that their own passions would cover any sounds me or my vibrator might make.

“Fuck me hard! Yes! Ohhhh goooodddd….I want to cum! Make me cum!”

“Fuck…yesss….god you feel so tight like this….”

“Pull my hair! Yes!! Harder! HARDER!!”

In my mind, it wasn’t her screaming for him to fuck her harder, it was me. I turned the vibrator up more, thrusting it hard into me, using my other hand to rub my clit furiously. I wanted to cum, I NEEDED to cum, and I was going to cum hard, but not without him. I could just barely make out the sounds of their flesh as he fucked her from behind and the groans of the bed as their passion rocked it. Their moans and groans were getting louder, I could almost hear him growl. God, how I wanted that cock to be fucking me, feeling his cock slamming into my pussy.

“Oh god, Lex…yes…Ohhhhh…..”

“Fuck me harder!! God, I NEED it harder! Slam it into me! OH pleeaassseeee!”

I didn’t know if was just the drinks that had made her so vocal (I had never heard her before this night), but she was expressing everything I was feeling. I didn’t just want it hard, I needed it. I switched the vibrator to high, pulling away from the wall slightly and bucking my hips back and forth as I rubbed my clit.

“Fuck! Ohhhh fuuuuuckkkkk….Lexa, I’m….ooohhh god I’m gonna cuuuuuummmmmmmm”

“yesssssss….oohhhhh gooodddddd” I whispered. I couldn’t have stopped if I tried. In my head he was cumming inside me, filling me up. My body went rigid as I came, and came hard. I kept plunging the vibrator inside of my pussy to the sounds of her squealing as she came, but I was thinking about him writhing behind me as he unloaded into me. My body was writhing and twitching, now, as I was panting and biting my lip to keep from screaming as I felt my juices slip out of my pussy past the vibrator.

I came down, panting and trying to catch my breath, and slowly made my way back to my bed. Part of me hoped that he somehow knew what I had done, maybe had heard me or maybe just felt my presence. Part of me was embarrassed that I had listened in on their intimate moment and gotten off. All of me was hoping he’d be back soon and I could do it all over again.

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It was a surprise when the house across the street posted a FOR SALE sign. I was shocked when a SOLD tag was added the next day. I knew the real estate market was hot, but this was ridiculous.

In the middle of consuming left-over meatloaf, my wife interrupted. “Harvey, did you see the house across the street sold?”

“Un-uh.” A lesson learned from years of marriage – acknowledge nothing in the affirmative.

“Don’t you notice anything? You never said a word when I got my hair tinted.”

“I thought that was the whole point. Supposed to look natural, right? Besides, it’s dark by the time I get home.”

She shook her head. “The Klymonns are moving back.”

This was a real surprise. Bert and Maddie Klymonn and their two kids had moved out about a decade ago. Bert had a big promotion party to celebrate the occasion. Invited the whole block to his backyard, and not just for hot dogs and burgers. Shrimp, steaks, the works. I got sloshed on imported beer that night.

“Oh yeah?” This revelation deserved a more substantial reply.

“By the way, have you sent back the form for High Holy Day tickets?”

Oh yeah, I’d forgotten. Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kipper were coming up in a couple of weeks. I should have known – it was almost time to replace the screens with glass on the front and back doors. I hope that by now, through my vocabulary and references, you knew I am. Jewish, that is.

“I thought you took care of that.” Harriett scowled and dug deep into her dry slice of baked meat.

# # #

About a week passed before the moving truck arrived, followed closely by a station wagon. No, not a minivan. And not a late model either. Grey smoke that matched the numerous rust spots on the body streamed from the tailpipe.

Bert and Maddie got out first. They looked the same, standing in the front yard of their old house. Maybe you can go home again. Jake and Janie came out the same door, in the middle of a wresting match. They’d grown up, both of them. Jake was tall, maybe a couple of inches taller than my six feet. His shoulders looked broad, like he’d been working out. Janie’s growing up was as significant and completely feminine. Instead of the scrawny little girl, she was a nicely rounded young lady with curvy hips and a chest. She wore a sweatshirt, red and blue plaid skirt and blue knee socks. A very provocative combination, if I do say so myself. Let’s see. If my math is right, she’d be just about . . . oh shit! Eighteen. I decided then and there I’d keep my distance. Bert was a good friend. At least, used to be. I wanted to resume that friendship. No sexy daughter approaching the age of consent was going to screw that up, I mean, mess that up.

Harriett entered the living room, catching me peeking through the drapes. “I made a casserole and a bundt,” she said.

“And I thought you liked them.”

Harriet put her hands on her hips. “You take the cake.”

“I do, don’t I?” I tossed back a smile and a raised eyebrow.

“I mean, you, take the cake. It’s in the dining room. I’ll get the casserole from the fridge.”

The cake had an excess of white sugar frosting, perhaps to drown out the taste.

“Janie’s back!” Anna flew down the stairs blind, pulling a sweater over her head. It hung up on her chest momentarily, then completed its trip down past her waist.

“Hey, isn’t that mine?” One of my favorites, too.

“I’m only borrowing it. Besides, it smells like you.” She raised an arm and sniffed the wool, winked, then bolted through the front door.

I threw on an old jacket and went across the street. Maddie stopped giving the movers directions, came over and gave me a big hug. That was expected. Maddie was always openly demonstrative. Bert crashed through the front screen door, leaped down the four concrete steps and gave me a bearhug.

“It’s good to see you, Harv.”

I stood there, arms pinned to my sides. When he stopped wiggling me back and forth, I got my first good look at his face. Were those tears in his eyes?

“Good to have you back in the neighborhood.” I stifled the ‘how come’ question until later.

“Right.” He wiped his face off on a corduroy sleeve. “How’s Anna?”

Tight as ever. No, no, banish those thoughts. “Fine. I’ve only got one.”

Bert continued. “You’ve got to see the kids. They’ve really grown. Jake! Janie! Get out here!”

Jake came around from the back, hands stuffed deep into the back pockets of his jeans.

“Hey, Mr. M.”

“Welcome back, Jake. You playing ball?”

Bert scowled. “Not like it hasn’t come up. He’s built for it.”

“Nah. Sports suck.” He scratched his head, mussing an already unkempt mop. “You got time later to talk tech?” Jake had been a typical nerd when he was younger. At least that hadn’t changed.

“Sure, any time.”

He backed and sided away, up the stairs into his new but old house.

“Great kid. I just wish he’d be a bit more physical.” Bert swiveled his head. “Janie! Where is that girl?”

“Coming Dad.” The voice came from an open second floor window. Moments later, Janie and Anna skipped canlı bahis şirketleri out the front door.

Bert’s eyes scanned Anna up and down. “Well, you’ve become quite a young lady.”

Anna smiled and pivoted on one foot, hands behind her back.

Maddie came back out. “Where have you been? You know we need your help getting organized.”

“Sorry. Just that we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.” Anna’s eyes twinkled and she smiled in my direction.

“Hi, Mr. M.” Janie stood erect, chest thrust forward. I wasn’t doing a bad job of getting erect myself. She lurched forward, her arms encircling my neck. The cake almost did a header onto the cement. “Nice to see you. It’s been too long.” She pressed her body against mine. There was no way to lean back and prevent her from detecting my hard-on, else we both fall down. The thought of her landing on top of me made me even firmer.

“Nice to, uh, see you too.”

“I’ll take that, Harvey.” Maddie rescued the cake from my unsteady grasp. “And let go of him, Jane. He’s not a piece of gymnastic equipment. You’ve got work to do, young lady.”

“I’ll help.” Anna yanked Janie up the stairs and through the front door.

All the while, Janie was looking back at me. I offered to help Bert and Maddie with unpacking. They refused our help as well as Harriet’s offer of a home cooked meal, so we left them to their chores.

# # #

Anna called from across the street, asking if Janie could sleep over.

Before I could offer my opinion, Harriett answered the question. “Jane just got back. There’ll be plenty of time for sleepovers. It doesn’t have to happen on her first night back.”

I breathed a huge sigh of relief.

“Come home now and give the Klymonn’s some privacy.”

# # #

I crept past Anna’s bedroom in a t-shirt and plaid flannel sleeping pants. Harriett keeps the thermostat and the refrigerator at the same settings.

The plaintive voice called out, “Daddy?”

I clutched the frame and stuck my head into her room. “What’s up, sweetheart?”

“Why didn’t you want Janie to sleep over?”

I gulped hard. “I didn’t say a word. Your mother said no.”

“But you didn’t stick up for me. Come here.”

I crept into her room and sat on the edge of her bed.

“Were you afraid?” She sat up and pulled her nightgown tight against her breasts.

I squirmed, an erection forming. “No, of course not. Why should I?”

Her voice was full volume. “It’s just that, maybe you thought Janie would be interested in doing it with you.”

“Shhhh. Your mother will hear.”

“Well, is that it?”

“Bert is one of my best friends.”

“Don’t worry.” She scooted closer. “Janie doesn’t need a lesson from you. She told me she’s been fooling around with somebody.”

“Whooooo. That’s a relief.” The topic caused my erection to grow. “Did she say who?”

“Aren’t you the nosey one? Yes, but she swore me to secrecy.” She made an X on her left breast, then squeezed it. “She said they were getting closer to like doing it, pretty soon now. So far, they’ve been kissing -” She leaned over, putting a hand on my knee to steady herself and brought her lips to mine. Her tongue toyed with my lips, then parted them.. “and touching -” She placed my right hand on her breast and snaked her hand inside the fly of my sleeping pants. “and getting each other really worked up.” Her hand began to stroke me vigorously.

“Stop that!” I noticed I was fondling her breast and dropped my hand. She put it back, this time slipping it in the gap between two buttons. Her flesh was hot against my cool hand. Instinct forced me to rub my fingers against her nipple.

“Ooooh, that’s nice,” she whispered, head close to mine.

The penis massage felt too good. My hand was kneading her tit. I must have made some kind of grunt.

Harriett’s voice carried down the hallway. “Harvey? Aren’t you coming to bed?”

“You want to cum, don’t you?” Anna pulled my cock from my pants and planted her mouth over the head.

“I’m – just – chatting – with – Anna. I’ll – be – right – there.”

Anna pumped and slurped with abandon. I thrust my hips slightly off the bed. Too far and Anna would choke or gag. Then Harriett would get out of bed to investigate the commotion for herself. I pulled at Anna’s nipple. She responded by caressing my balls. That was all it took. After several spurts, she licked the tip of my dick clean without spilling a drop, then dramatically threw her head back and swallowed.

“Here.” She wrapped a tissue from her nightstand around my erection and folded over the excess to cover the head. “G’nite Daddy. Sleep well.”

With a major orgasm and the threat of an intimate encounter with Janie removed, I slept like a baby.

# # #

The phone woke me from deep sleep. I remembered dreaming about driving a Porsche through a tunnel. Harriett came into the bedroom.

“It was Maddie. Her mother is in a bad way. I don’t want her making the trip to Florida alone. Is that okay?”

So Harriet would be out of town for a few days? “Fine canlı kaçak iddaa with me.” More father daughter time? “But what about all of your volunteer work?” Harriett didn’t make a cent from all of the organizations she worked for.

“Friendship comes first. They’ll have to make due without. Maddie needs me.” She already had a suitcase from the basement crawlspace. “We’re leaving this afternoon.”

“Okay. We’ll be fine.”

I found my daily planner. Nothing would prevent me from working half a day and making a home-cooked meal for a change. Eating out would take a toll on the budget.

# # #

I watched from the living room window as Anna, Janie and Jake walked up the block. Jake was running around the two girls, jumping and pushing his sister. Shouldn’t he be acting more grown up, since he’s older than her? In front of our house, he gave her a shove, then ran across the street to their house. Janie flew backwards and landed on the leaf-strewn brown grass. Her short skirt sat high on her thighs, shapely legs far enough apart to expose blue panties that matched her socks. I got excited at the thought of touching that skin, or even climbing between those legs. No! Out of the question! What was I thinking? This is my friend’s daughter, for cripes sake.

Bert barreled down the street, dark smoke burping from the station wagon’s exhaust. His tires squealed as he swerved up his driveway, the car vibrating from the sudden stop. He caught Jake by the arm and summoned Janie with a wave of his arm. Jake smiled but Janie’s head drooped. Then Bert ran across the street, ignoring the possibility of traffic, straight up my walk. I went to the door.

“Boy, I’m glad you’re home.” Bert leaned over, hands on his knees. His breathing was heavy.

“What’s the matter?”

He raised his head. “My damn manager gave me an out-of-town sales call. I’ve got to leave right away. With Maddie gone, I don’t know what to do about the kids.”

I had mixed feelings about babysitting his two plus mine. “Have you left them alone before?”

“Yeah, for a weekend last year, when we attended the company’s annual award’s banquet.” He’d caught his breath but his face got redder. “Can you keep an eye out? I don’t think they’ll be any trouble, but just in case?”

“Sure, pal. I’ll be here.”

“Thanks. I owe you.”

Anna, who had been dawdling outside, came in.

“Hello, Mr. Klymonn. Hi, Daddy.” She wiggled up the stairs. Bert’s eyes followed every movement of her hips.

“They sure grow up fast,” he said.

“Yeah, too fast.”

“You’ve got your hands full with Anna. The boys are probably knocking the door down, right?” He nudged me with an elbow. What did that mean?

Two can play that game. “Jane’s attractive too.” An opportunity to satisfy my curiosity. “Is she dating?”

“Not that I can tell. No one comes calling. Listen, I’ve gotta go. Thanks again.”

# # #

It was time to call Anna for dinner. She’d kept her distance all afternoon. With us alone in the house, I anticipated she’d be all over me. Just as she came into the kitchen, the doorbell rang.

“That’s just great! Dinner is just about ready. I’ll get it,” I said.

I opened the door. Janie stood there, eyes narrow.

“Can I come in?”

“Sure. Something wrong?”

She looked over her shoulder. “Jake invited some friends over, and I don’t feel safe with all those boys in the house. Can I stay here?” A small tote bag hung from her shoulder.

I looked past her. No cars in their driveway.

“Sure.” What do I have to worry about? She’s got somebody to mess around with. “Want something to eat?”

“Janie!” Anna pulled her into the foyer. “Oh, you’re sleeping over?” She threw her arms around my neck and pressed her body against mine. “Thank you, Daddy.” I got a wet kiss on the lips. Janie turned red. “We’re sitting down to eat. I’ll set another place.”

Janie removed and handed me her jacket. A shapeless sweater covered her top, standard issue teen blue jeans molded to a round ass. All through dinner, Janie looked at Anna, then me, then back to Anna. Something was on her mind, but she kept it to herself.

“How about some dessert? Mom made us a cake too.” Anna leaped from her chair and ran into the kitchen.

“Jake ate the one your wife brought us. In one sitting!”

Anna brought out an identical cake. At least, it looked the same to me.

“Oh, vanilla!” Anna grabbed my hand and dragged one finger through the sugar coating. Then she brought that finger to Janie’s lips. “Taste it!” Janie gave Anna a puzzled look but sucked it clean. More than clean. Her mouth was a black hole. I had to rip my finger free. Her face turned red, and Anna giggled.

They cut pieces for themselves, then ran upstairs. The two girls huddled in Anna’s room while I vegged out with the new fall season. I might have dug out one of my old VHS porno tapes if it was just Anna and me, but that was inappropriate with a visitor. An attractive female who I needed to keep my hands off. I prepared for bed early, to avoid the girls.

“Good night,” canlı kaçak bahis I hollered through their closed door.

“‘Nite Dad.”

“Goodnight, Mr. M.”

Just the sound of Janie’s voice sent me to my bedroom with a partial erection. I locked my door and curled up, with horny thoughts of Anna’s friends floating through my mind.

A shriek startled me from the warmth of my bed into the hall. The bathroom was the only one with a light. Anna stood there giggling in her flannel pajamas, hand to her mouth, with an empty cup in her hand. Janie held a full-length wet cotton nightgown away from her body.

“Anna! Is that any way to treat a guest?”

“Sorry.” The giggles continued.

“I can’t sleep in this.” The damp material floated in front of Janie’s body like a veil.

I struggled not to leer. “Give her something to wear, and quit the horseplay.”

“Okay.”

Janie’s voice quivered. “Thank you.”

I returned to my room. The parade of Anna’s friends was replaced by an image of Janie in her wet nightgown, the material plastered against imagined contours. Neck expanding to breasts, constricting to waist, then flaring to hips, small rounded belly above -.

“Mr. M?” A backlit head appeared.

Shit, I forgot to lock the door. “Yes?” I pulled the covers up to my neck. “Did Anna give you something to wear?” Oh please, please, please have some clothes on.

“Uh huh. Got a minute?”

I sat up. “Sure.” I fumbled for the switch on the table lamp.

“Could you leave it off?” Now she was in full silhouette. The curves of my imagination stood before me. Anna must have given Janie tighter clothes than her dressing gown.

“Annie says she can talk to you about anything.”

My penis throbbed at the memory of some of our conversations. “That’s right.” I leaned forward to see her better. She threw her arms up and folded them over her chest.

“Come in and sit down. Where’s Anna?”

“She’s sound asleep. I kept tossing and turning, thinking about what Annie said.”

“And what did she say?” That we’ve fucked? That I’ve deflowered most of her girlfriends?

“That you’ve had father – daughter talks.”

“That’s true.” And so much more.

“Things are so different here.”

“It’s been almost ten years. Things change.” Like your physique.

“Yeah, I know. But I feel so out of it. I mean, like the things the other girls talk about. Sheesh.”

“Like what?”

“Stuff they’ve tried. You know.”

I wanted her to say it. “What? Drugs?”

“No, nothing like that!”

“You need to be more specific.” And more explicit.

“Sexual stuff. Anna says she talks to you about it all the time.”

And acts on it, too. “We’ve had those discussions.”

“Well, see, I’ve got this problem.” Her voice was hesitant, uneven. “Shit. This was a mistake. Sorry to bother you.” She turned, exposing the gentle curved profile of her breasts.

“Wait a second. I promised your dad I’d watch out for you and Jake. Something is obviously troubling you, or you wouldn’t have come to me, right?”

The silhouette nodded.

“So, sit down and tell me about it, okay? Give the door a shove so we don’t wake Anna.”

Janie released one arm to shut the door, which remained open a crack. We were alone in the dark. I felt the bed sag. My eyes were adjusting to the darkness.

“It’s like, the other girls talk about sex like all the time. Most of them say they’ve done it.”

Yes, many of them with me. “So you feel inexperienced in comparison? You must be dating, right? What about the things you do with your boyfriend?”

“Daddy doesn’t let me date. Still, I have messed around.”

That left the question of “who” still open. I could make out her body, on the extreme corner of the bed. I stayed silent.

“Not going all the way, mind you.” The bed jiggled as she changed position. “Just kissing and touching.”

“Ah yes, making out. Perfectly natural.”

I felt the bed move again. “I thought so too, until today.”

“Uh-huh.” My erection was steel. Hearing Janie’s story was torture.

“We were getting undressed. I mean, completely naked.”

“You show me yours and I’ll show you mine?”

“Mr. M! I came in here to discuss my problem, not to mess around.”

I reached for the shadow and got her bare knee. “No, no, I didn’t mean -” But I did. My hand stayed there, despite all of my attempts to pull it back. “I meant, that’s what you were doing with, who was it?”

“Never mind who. Yeah, I guess it was like show and tell. Or maybe show and touch.” She moved her leg slightly closer. “Up to now, we’d just felt each other up with our clothes on.”

My fingers danced on her kneecap. “So what happened today?”

“Everything was fine when we took our jeans off. We were both in our undies. He took off his t-shirt. Then Ja-, uh, then he says I’ve to take off my bra, to make things even.”

Jake! Janie’s been messing with her brother. Who am I to complain about incest? At least it’s not her dad. Like I should talk.

“Did you take it off like he asked?”

“Sure. It was a mutual thing, you know. But when I undid my bra, he bust out laughing.”

I saw nothing funny about Janie’s breasts. Then again, I hadn’t seen them in their bare glory. “Is there something wrong with your tits?”

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Jane shook her head and reflected on her luck as she was giving a wax job to Pam. There were now two people who shared with her their need for sexual play and tension relief. First was Alice and now here was Pam laying on the table, naked, legs spread, ready for another wax job and more.

It all progressed so simply beginning with hand jobs with Alice that led to a threesome with Larry. It was Pam that was a nice addition with a new twist. Pam introduced her to the pleasure of cunnilingus. Jane loved having a man’s cock in her mouth but eating pussy was entirely new and something she enjoyed just as much.

Pam and her husband, Paul, had moved to Talkeetna several months ago. He was a big wig at the local cannery. His job often had him traveling, leaving a Pam alone in the “wilderness”. Pam came to Jane for a massage shortly after they moved to the city. After a couple of sessions, she began to relax and shared information about her life and the difficult adjustments from living in Seattle to now living in Talkeetna. “It’s good for Paul’s career but tough on me.”

Pam found the massages to be therapeutic and said as much to Jane. Her weekly visits were opportunities to voice her feelings and as she became more comfortable, even provided intimate details of her private life, including her sex life. Once she opened up, it was like a flood gate and the dialog made Jane horny. Often when Pam left, Jane would grab the vibrator or dildo and masturbate. One thing Pam made clear; she and Paul loved to fuck but what they enjoyed the most was oral sex. “I love giving him a blowjob as much as he loves receiving it. Ditto when it comes to him eating to my pussy.”

The conversation was often descriptive and graphic as both women shared their thoughts and experiences. Words like cunt, pussy, tits, and cock were the norm. “My husband loves to hear me talk like that and I find it a turn-on, too,” Pam explained. “When he travels our phone sex is pretty hot and with the new phones, he can also watch me masturbate. I especially enjoy it when he jacks off with me at the same time. His cock is beautiful but then he says that about my pussy.”

“How do you keep sex exciting?” Jane asked.

“I use lingerie, coded sexy notes in his briefcase and on his phone, plus we both are fortunate in that we love to touch and be touched. We agreed to the fact that there is nothing we won’t do with or for each other.”

“But I detect a problem.”

“You are so correct,” Jane replied. “It’s hard to be touched when your man is out of town. I especially miss his mouth on my pussy and the way his tongue plays with my clit. Not to mention, I love starting our day by giving him a blowjob.”

This sounded a bit familiar Jane thought. My technique worked on Alice so why not try it on Pam?

“Maybe I can help.”

Jane began to rub Pam’s breasts and lightly pinch her nipples. Soon those nipples were hard and her hips began to move up and down. Pam instinctively moved her hand and slipped it under the waistband of her panties. Jane took a vibrator and lightly placed it on Pam’s pussy. Her response was immediate. “Oh yes. Fuck that feels wonderful.” Taking control, she took Jane’s hand, placed it inside her panties and pressed the vibrator harder and moved it up and down faster.

Pam let out a loud gasp as her orgasm shook her body. She didn’t let go of Jane’s hand for several moments. Once she recovered, she reached down and felt her underwear. She laughed and said, “Damn, these panties are soaked.” She quickly removed them, revealing a trimmed bush. “Do all your clients get this kind of service?”

“No, they don’t. Only one other shares this.”

“Do they do something in return?”

‘Yes, they return the favor in kind.”

“Sounds delightful. I’d love to try it but I must warn you, I’ll probably get horny all over again.”

“We’ll just have to take care of that the best we can.”

Jane removed her clothes and Pam couldn’t help but notice her bare pussy. “I’ve tried shaving but I can never get it smooth enough, especially around the lips.”

“Waxing works better. I can do you sometime if you decide to try it.”

“Paul would love the look and feel of that. I definitely want to do it so put me on the schedule.”

Pam went to work on Jane starting with her breasts. She was used to fondling her own but doing it on another woman was different. She tried to duplicate what Jane had done with her tits and she found it was very pleasurable. She kept eying Jane’s bare pussy and how sexy it looked. Finally she took the vibrator and gently placed it on Jane’s pussy. Many times she had watched herself in the mirror or in a movie she and Paul had made. Touching someone else’s pussy and clit was very erotic. The ache between her legs reminded her just how exciting it was.

Suddenly on impulse, Pam stopped everything and moved between Jane’s legs and began to eat her pussy. She licked, sucked, and nibbled that glorious clit and had Jane squirming and sighing in ecstasy.

Soon, for the first time, illegal bahis she tasted juice that was not hers. She enjoyed licking her cum from Paul’s cock or tasting it on his mouth after he had eaten her but now her tongue was in Jane’s cunt taking in every drop of nectar.

Pam gazed at Jane’s wet pussy with delight and satisfaction. “Wow, that was a first,” Jane remarked.

“For me too,” Pam replied.

“I liked it.”

“Me too. I liked it a lot.”

“Did it make you horny?”

“More than I imagined.”

“Well Pam, I think I know what to do.”

This time Jane didn’t spend any time with foreplay. She immediately placed her mouth on Pam’s pussy and pushed her tongue deep inside. She rimmed her cunt and then moved up the slit and started sucking on her clit. Pam was thrusting her hips as Jane licked and kissed. She screamed as her orgasm hit her like a shock wave.

“That was intense,” Pam said, still gasping. Then she smiled, “Paul’s going to love hearing about this.”

“Do me a bit favor and please keep this discreet.”

“Absolutely. I understand completely. This will be just between us. We’ll make the wax job a surprise for Paul.”

After Pam left, Jane headed for the hot tub. As she sat there, enjoying the bubbles and a jet directed on her pussy, she couldn’t help but smile at the day’s turn of events. She thought about Alice and wondered about oral sex with her. She felt pretty confident that Alice would enjoy receiving it and fairly sure she would return the favor. She reached down, placed her fingers around her pussy lips and began a gentle massage. She laughed out loud at the thought of having Pam and Alice join her, all naked and sharing vibrators, dildos, fingers, and all things oral. Then she said out loud, “Why not? I think I should see if we can have a threesome.”

Pam arrived a few days later for her waxing appointment. She was eager and excited about the finished product. Jane wasn’t surprised that Pam was already naked when she walked into the room. She smiled and said, “Something tells me, Pam that you were looking forward to this.”

“Oh, I was hoping there’d be some fun after the waxing.”

“I was hoping so, too.”

As Jane was applying the wax she asked, “When will Paul get to see this?”

“Tomorrow night.”

“I’ll bet you have a plan in mind.”

Pam laughed and replied, “You are so correct. Actually it’ll be very simple. I’m gonna be in a chair right in the foyer so when he walks in the door he will see me sitting there with my legs spread wide. I can hardly wait to see the look on his face.”

“What will he do first?”

“If I know my Paul, he’ll be on his knees and licking my pussy like a lollypop.”

“I can imagine how the rest of the night will go. I just hope for your sake that he comes home alone.”

“I never thought of that,” she said, laughing hard. Jane used that opportunity to give the wax a yank.

That interrupted Pam’s laughter. Then she rubbed her bare pussy and smiled. “Wow, kinda gets your attention.”

“It gets easier every time.”

Pam gazed down at the area that, until now, had pubic hair. As she lightly rubbed the skin she asked, “Do you provide this service to many other clients?”

“Only one; you are the second. You and she are the only ones who know I do this.”

“I’m surprised.”

“That’s because only you two have seen me naked.”

“Do you do the same thing with the other person as you do with me?”

“Not quite, we’ve never done oral, just used our hands with the vibrator. Now that I have experienced it with you I’m planning to try it with her next time.”

“Think she’ll like it?”

“I’m pretty sure she will. She’s willing to try new things. I find it an interesting coincidence that you both wanted a wax job; you for your husband, and she for her boyfriend.”

“I like her thinking.”

“I was wondering if maybe I could have you both here one evening for some shared fun.”

“It sounds totally decadent and definitely fun.”

“If she is agreeable, and I feel confident she will be, then we’ll do it. When is a good time for you?”

“Paul will be gone the last week of this month so anytime during that week.”

“Perfect, I’ll see if I can make this happen. In the meantime, why don’t I checkout my handiwork.”

She gently squeezed Pam’s vulva causing the lips to push up and separate. Covering it with her mouth, she lightly moved her tongue up and down each lip. Pam was soon sighing and moving her hips with Jane’s sensual touch. After a few moments and satisfied with her work, Jane looked up at Pam and said, “Paul is going to love this.”

“I already am.”

Jane slid her tongue between two very wet lips and inserted it into an eager cunt. Pam spread her legs wider as she pulled Jane hard against her pussy. Pam was panting and her hips moving up and down as Jane fucked her cunt with her tongue. Jane then moved Pam’s hand so her fingers were touching her clit. Pam quickly took the hint and started illegal bahis siteleri masturbating. Within moments her fingers were rapidly rubbing her swollen clit until she suddenly tensed and then screamed from her orgasm.

“I think this is a prelude for what’s to cum tomorrow night, pun intended,” Jane said with a chuckle.

“Don’t I know and love it. I’ll be lucky if I can walk when Paul finally stops. He can go a very long time.”

Pam sat up on the table. “Before we change places, I’d like to try what we just did with one change. Straddle my face while your rub your clit. This way you can move your cunt around my tongue.”

“I like it.”

Just as requested, Jane placed her cunt on Pam’s mouth and began to rock forth and back against her tongue. Soon her hips were moving in every direction and she could control how hard or soft the touch.

She soon found a rhythm and began to match it with her fingers on her clit. The sensation was exquisite. Her tempo increased and she pushed harder against Pam’s mouth until her orgasm rocked her body. Pam held her in place as she lapped up her cum.

After a few moments, Jane sat back on her heels and sighed a feeling of contentment. Pam gazed at Jane’s pussy just inches from her face. “There’s something sexy about a bare pussy. Speaking of which I need to take this pussy home and get ready for Paul’s homecoming.”

Jane relaxed that evening in the hot tub, sipped her wine and felt the bubbles massage her body. Her mind was replaying the session she had with Pam a few hours before and wondered what was the best way to approach Alice. She let her mind drift to recall the sensation of having her mouth on Pam’s clit. She really enjoyed the way it felt and tasted. She could see Pam’s pussy in her mind’s eye and was starting to get turned on again when the phone rang. She picked up the phone and smiled. The caller ID said, “Alice.”

“Hi, Alice. What’s up?”

“Hi, Jane. I need a wax job and your special service. Can you work me in your schedule anytime soon?”

Jane couldn’t help but smile. “How about right now? You can join me in the hot tub, get relaxed, and then we can take care of business.”

“I’ll change clothes and be right over. A hot tub is a good idea, too.”

Jane got out of the tub long enough to get another wine glass and bottle. The last time Alice was in the hot tub, Larry was with her. What fun the three of them had. “What a stud,” Jane recalled.

Alice parked her car around back and walked to the deck. One pull on her zipper and the dress dropped to the floor. There was nothing more to remove so she quickly got into the hot tub. Jane noticed that Alice seemed to have a bounce to her step, and displayed an air of confidence.

“Is life treating you OK, Allice?”

“Life is wonderful. Things are really heating up with Larry.”

“How so?”

“Well you remember the last time he was here?”

“How could I forget? I have wet dreams thinking about that cock of his.”

“I know what you mean. Remind me and I’ll show you some pictures of my favorite new friend.”

“If I weren’t already in the hot tub, I’d be wet right now.”

“Anyway, before he left, we had a serious talk about our future. The plan is for him to finish the project he’s on, take his retirement and move up here with me. Hopefully by this time next year I’ll have a new last name.”

“Am I invited to the wedding?”

“Only if you’ll be my matron of honor.”

“Gosh, a year from now. That’s pretty short notice. I’ll have to check my calendar.” They both looked at each other and started to laugh. Jane gave Alice a big hug and exclaimed, “Of course I want to be standing up there with you! I am so happy for you. How are you dealing with a long distance courtship?”

“Actually we are in quite a process. Leave it to an engineer to solve a problem. Larry went to a marriage counselor and hired her to design a plan. She generated a series of questions we answer and share with each other and with her. So far we have touched on every subject important to a relationship and I’m happy to say there are no deal breakers. We both want this to work but I certainly don’t want a repeat of my last marriage. A lot of in depth questions that require some real soul searching. We spend a certain amount of time with that and then we have some play time.”

“Play time?”

“You know cybersex, phone sex, emails, erotic photos, fantasies; you name it and we probably do it. Which reminds me, Larry says ‘Hi’. The first thing he wants to buy for the house is a hot tub and you’ll be our first guest.”

“I’m honored. Now I’ll have even more wet dreams.”

“When Larry has a good internet connection, we turn on our cameras and treat each other to a porn show. I love to look at his cock and he likes to ‘jack off’ for me. I, in turn, do a striptease then ‘jill off’ for him. Last night I noticed I could use another wax job.”

“No time like the present. Step into my parlor, said the spider to the fly.”

Alice grabbed canlı bahis siteleri her purse and they headed for the massage room. After Jane applied the wax to her pussy, Alice shared her photos of Larry’s cock. There were several, showing it from limp to a hard erection. Alice watched Jane’s reactions as she looked at the pictures. She couldn’t help but smile when she heard Jane gasp and saw nipples get hard. “It affects me the same way, too. I know we girls aren’t supposed to be all that turned on by pictures but damn, looking at his cock makes me horny. Just seeing it again brings that familiar ache you know where.”

Jane handed the phone back to Alice and said, “I know exactly what you mean. I’m feeling that same ache at this moment, too. Shall we do something about it?”

Alice didn’t hesitate to move into position. She welcomed Jane’s hands applying warm oil all over her breasts. She closed her eyes and just sighed; how very sensuous it felt. When Jane started playing with her hard nipples between her fingers, the ache between her legs was increasing. She squeezed her legs hard together hoping for some relief but it didn’t help. She was just about ready to move her hand down when she felt Jane move in that direction.

Jane continued her foreplay until she saw Alice’s begin to squirm. She slid her hand down and held the vulva between her fingers. She squeezed it tight and then inserted two fingers deep inside. Alice let out a sigh, “Oh, yes. Fuck, I miss being touched.”

Jane put the vibrator on her other hand and placed it just about the clit. She rocked her fingers in and out of Alice’s cunt and moved the vibrator back and forth at the same time. Alice began to move her hips up and down to match Jane’s stroking. She was close to cumming but suddenly Jane removed her fingers and she moved the vibrator to rest on top of her pubic bone. Alice was just about to protest when she felt Jane’s mouth on her pussy and her tongue pushed deep inside. She loved the way Larry ate her pussy and this was just as wonderful. “Oh, my. That feels incredible!” she exclaimed.

Jane moved her tongue in, out, and around Alice’s love hole while keeping the vibrator on her public bone. She moved her tongue up between the labia and placed her mouth on a swollen and eager clit. Alice was panting and she held her hard nipples between her fingers. Jane slipped two fingers deep inside and within a few moments Alice arched her back and screamed from her climax.

“Damn that felt great!” she said after catching her breath.

“What did you think when I went oral?”

“It was a first and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I only hope I can do as well on you.”

Changing places, Jane smiled to herself thinking that Alice would be very receptive to include Pam in their special sessions. Right now she knew one thing, damn Alice made her very horny and her pussy ached for relief.

Alice was intent on duplicating the sexual pleasure Jane had given her. She loved touching as much as being touched and Jane provided a nice outlet when Larry was not available. She put some warm oil on her hands and began to fondle Jane’s breasts, brushing her thumbs over two already hard nipples. Jane’s eyes were closed and there was a big smile on her face. Her sighs were soft and purring. Soon she began to squirm and cross then uncross her legs.

Time to move to the fire, Alice thought, and she moved her hand down to insert two fingers deep inside. Jane’s response was immediate. She arched her hips up and pulled Alice’s hand in even harder. The deep penetration of Alice’s fingers was intense and both of them were surprised by the sudden and powerful orgasm.

Not letting her recover, Alice placed the vibrator on Jane’s pubic bone then withdrew her fingers and placed her mouth over a cum drenched cunt. She probed, sucked, and licked up Jane’s sweet juices, driving her to another climax. Remembering what Jane had done, Alice moved her mouth to suck an eager clit and reinserted her fingers. Jane was bucking wildly with each thrust until finally she grabbed Alice’s hand and shoved her fingers in deep as her orgasm rolled over her.

“Giving is just as good as getting,” said Alice, her face wet with cum.

“You like this, I take it.”

“Without a doubt.”

“Good. Let’s get in the hot tub; there is something I’d like to discuss with you. Something I think you will like.”

Once in the tub, Jane poured the wine and the girls settled into a comfortable position. “I have a friend, who like you, needs some sexual relief. She comes in for our ‘special sessions’ when her husband is out of town for several days. And, as with you, I also wax her pussy. You two are similar sexually and you both are comfortable with oral sex. The bottom line is that I think it would be fun to experience another first for all of us and do a girl threesome. She is agreeable and we picked sometime during the last week of this month. I’ll let you think about it and give me your decision in the next day or two.”

“I can tell you right now, hell yes! Let’s pick the day.”

“I was hoping you would say that. What I would like is for the three of us to meet over lunch and get acquainted before we do our little adventure. I know you and Pam will hit it off because you’re so much alike sexually.”

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(It was 1885 and, as a nineteen year old boy, I was staying with family friends at their large house in the English Midlands. My name is David Shaw and I was there to learn French conversation under the tutelage of Miss. Marie; the family had two 18 year old twins, Anna and Sarah who were also learning French with me, this is part eleven of my tale.)

***

The three of us lay on the bedroom carpet in the twin’, our hearts beating as fast as mice. My breathing took several minutes to return to normal speed, and I noticed that Sarah’s hiccups had stopped.

It was time for bed and I looked forward to seeing the young eighteen year old sisters naked once again.

Sarah and Anna divested themselves of their clothing. I watched with curious fascination as both helped each other out of their ball gowns and then out of all their petticoats. I counted sixteen petticoats in total, each one unbuttoned, untied and hung up on separate wooden hangers. Their wardrobes were full of white, rustling silk and lace by the time they had finished and I just lay there on the floor admiring every curvaceous, girlish giggling movement which surrounded me.

“Mister Shaw what a rude and outrageously audacious young gentleman you are to lie there naked and watch us genteel and delicate young sisters standing here in only our underdrawers, chemises and stockings; shame on you and your horrid disgraceful thoughts,” said Sarah, grinning like a kitten.

It was true that I lay there, almost nailed to my place on the carpet, taking in the lewd and erotic tableau which the sisters had enacted for me. I had noticed that at every removal of a petticoat layer they had turned their backs to me and shimmied deliciously, pouting and wiggling their bottoms like lively young whores, fresh from the country.

I marveled at their cheekiness, coquettishness and flirtation as they stripped off their clothing. judged their effect on me by both length and girth of my penis which lay laterally along my stomach.

When they had removed their chemises they strutted about their bedchamber like nymphettes, shaking their firm nubile breasts at each other deliriously happy and giggling with joy. I saw them as free spirits unleashed from the heaviness of their long dresses and petticoats.

“Which one is the prettiest?” asked Anna standing astride me wearing only her pink stockings and white crotchless bloomers. She frowned and put her finger to her mouth and swayed her hips from side to side.

“I am aren’t I?” said Sarah standing in front of her sister and directly over my face.

I watched Sarah’s hairy cleft between her lacy bloomer legs as she sat on me, straddling my chest smiling down at me. Her vagina seemed to smile at me too. Anna placed her hands on Sarah’s shoulders and blew kisses at me as I watched both girls’ breasts wobbling seductively above me.

“I think that you are both very plain,” I said, not wanting to pander to their vanity.

“What a rude and ungrateful young gentleman you are Mister David Shaw,” said Sarah edging herself forcefully forward onto my face. “We will never forgive you will we Anna?” she said placing her open thighs over my mouth.

I laughed aloud and Sarah pulled at my hair and pouted.

“You will pleasure me with your tongue for being so rude and discourteous towards young ladies of impeccable breeding,” she said as I wiggled my tongue up and down her moist hairy cleft, the familiar strong odour of ripe vagina assailed my senses and once again I felt my penis extend stiffly, almost painfully.

Anna stood up and slid a chamber pot from under the bed and squatted over it and then urinated energetically into it. For some unknown reason the sounds of her pissing appeared to affect the strength of my erection and felt it harden even more noticeably. Anna noticed it too and remarked upon the fact to Sarah who was eagerly enjoying my tongue wriggling in lazy circles deep inside her vagina.

“Our young gentleman enjoys the sound of our bodily functions Sarah,” she said and Sarah laughed.

As she did so her vagina muscles gripped me hard. I looked up into her eyes and watched her staring into space with her mouth partly open and her tongue hanging out. Sarah, I thought, was the more responsive sister when it came to oral pleasuring and I took my time with her ensuring that every lick and tongue movement stimulated her to perfection. Above me her nipples stuck out and pointed to the ceiling; the slight curve of her young belly rippled as I tongued her further.

“Oh goodness, oh goodness me,” she sighed as I tongued her deeply feeling her intricate labial folds and her body heat against my mouth, cheeks and nostrils.

Soon little Sarah was jerking herself heavily and rhythmically over my face screeching loudly while her sister told her keep quiet. Clearly the last thing we wanted was Miss Marie to be disturbed, burst in and witness our lewd, salacious acts. I lay under her for many minutes while she extracted güvenilir bahis her pleasures from my upturned face which now was covered in her sticky slimy spendings. I smelled ‘cunt’ and smelled of ‘cunt’ and I smiled inwardly to myself, joyfully.

Eventually Sarah reached her climax with sixteen massive cruel crushing thrusts using my nose as if it were a dildo. She screamed and Anna managed to cover her mouth to stop her shouting the house down. All three of us froze and waited for Miss Marie’s footsteps from the floor above, but they never came.

I lay back on the floor while Anna bathed my face as her sister kneeled off me.

Anna fished the chamber pot from under the bed and placed it on my chest. I held it there while Sarah eased her bloomers off and squatted over it. Suddenly I witnessed the slow dribble of warm aromatic urine into the ‘potty’ and my penis stiffened once more. The young girl appeared delightfully self conscious and avoided eye contact with me as she finished with one last spurt. She arose and took the potty from me and slid it back under the bed without saying a word.

Anna smirked at us as if deriving a certain pleasure from watching us both as she pushed her bloomers down and stepped out of them. I observed both sisters were now only wearing their pink silk stockings secured with white garter ribbons trimmed with Alencon lace.

“Time for bed,” said Anna, now looking very tired and anxious for sleep.

It must have been midnight by the time all three of us snuggled together. I lay naked on my back on the large bed with Anna on one side and Sarah on the other. They lay on their sides and kissed and licked my neck and ears while weighing my heavy hairy balls and massive distended penis in their cool slim long fingers. Their hair lay over my shoulders as they nuzzled me and purred like kittens. I even felt their eyelashes tickle my cheeks as they peered at me in the dim light from the window.

We fell asleep in this position and I dreamed of Miss Marie.

***

I awoke early the next morning nursing a colossal erection. To my bleary sleepy mind it appeared so large that it filled the bed. I was determined to drain it with the help of the twins but they were still fast asleep across my shoulders and chest.

Both were linked to me with little strings of saliva which had seeped from their mouths as they dribbled out their dreams in the cool morning air.

“David?” said Anna opening her eyes and moving her fingers across my chest. “What time is it?” she said and tried to focus on the small clock on the mantelshelf. “It’s only six o’clock,” I told her and as she slid her hand down to my penis.

“Mister Shaw, you are so perky in the morning. I shall have to give Mr. Penis a good morning kiss,” she said sliding down the bed.

Before I could quite take in what she was doing she had my erection between her lips while squeezing my testicles. Her mouth was warm and soft as she started to suck my shaft. It felt that this was the ideal way to wake up and I would have recommended it to any red blooded male, were he to enquire.

I lay looking up at the ceiling, smiling like a demented wolf. Anna sucked away mercilessly with clearly only one thing on her mind. After just ten minutes of furious licking, tonguing and milking I exploded vigorously into her mouth. I gripped her head as I spurted, and jerked out five thrusts of ‘love juice’ and she made approving gurgles as I squeezed out every last globule between her soft lips.

By now Sarah was awake and admonished me for disturbing her. “What a very rude young gentleman you are to wake me up; have you no manners Mr. Shaw?” she said as she began kissing me in the French style.

To be blunt this led to further kissing from Anna and my semen was passed from mouth to mouth. Sarah sat on my face and I was obliged to tongue her noisily. Then Anna straddled my face while Sarah sucked my penis back to life. There then followed more kissing, face sitting, fanny licking and penis sucking. By eight o’clock I felt completely ‘shagged out’ and honestly yearned for another night’s sleep.

I took advantage of the hiatus in the proceedings to grab my clothes, unlock their door and tiptoe back to my room. I understood that lessons would begin again at ten o’clock and I did not wish to keep Miss Marie waiting or rouse any suspicions.

***

After breakfast the two twins and I wandered into the schoolroom at the rear of the house overlooking the lake.

I had almost forgotten what the room looked like as it felt as if it had been absolutely ages since the night of the storm.

The room was sparsely furnished but had a very large round table at the centre, covered in a thick green velvet tablecloth. and had dining chairs around it. There were pencils and paper in a little pile in the centre. The floor was covered in an ornate Persian carpet and there were two sofas next to a wall. There was Miss Marie’s table and chair in front of the window.

“Welcome türkçe bahis back Anna, Sarah and David,” said the tutor sweeping into the room in her long skirt and white blouse. She moved her tall desk stool from behind her desk and placed it in the centre of the room. She sat down and spread her black voluminous tweed skirt around and in front of her.

“Today we will write an essay on the ‘stormy night’ and you have exactly one hour to write one page of foolscap, double spaced, if you will, please,” she explained in a cheery lively voice.

Anna was the first to sit down then Sarah, leaving a chair between them for me. No sooner had I sat down that I felt their little delicate shoes resting on mine as the girls touched me under the table cloth. Anna was also first to consult the large French English dictionary which also lay on the table while Miss Marie paced slowly around the room like a caged tiger.

After many feeble attempts I managed to fill almost two thirds of the page by spreading out my handwriting with exaggerated spacing and flourishes at the end of each word. After an hour I noticed that both girls had managed to fill their paper with tiny scratchy handwriting. I was of the opinion that, although mine scarcely filled the page, at least it was quality stuff and not the driveling offerings of mere silly young girls.

“Time is up,” said Miss Marie, gathering the sheets. Sarah’s fingers secretly stroked my erection through my trousers as we all three sat back and watched a heron fly over the lake.

Miss Marie put on her glasses and a squinted at our essays. She smiled as she read Anna’s version of the ‘Stormy Night’.

“So you and Sarah clung to each other all night with Mr. Shaw sitting by your door in the passageway. How very touching, and indeed a noble act Mr. Shaw.” she said turning to me and smiling.

I wondered if the word ‘GUILT’ was written across my face because I suddenly turned beetroot red. I pushed Sarah’s hand away and watched her pout like a spoilt child.

Miss Marie then read Sarah’s text.

“So you were frightened by the thunder Sarah? Did you not invite David into your room to hold your hands?” said the tutor looking over her thin metal glasses.

“Oh no Miss Marie; that would have been very improper and, anyway, it was just a comfort to know that he was there should the house be struck by a thunderclap,” she said.

“The word is ‘lightning bolt’ Sarah,” said Miss Marie correcting Sarah’s loose terms.

I gulped hard wondering whether Miss Marie would read anything suspicious into my account.

“You say here David that you stood manfully outside the twin sisters’ door all night and only fell asleep at dawn when the storm was safely passed,” she said “…and you do not describe the storm in any detail or whether you toured the house, searching for damage; your essay is so short that it was not really worth writing was it? In short it is rather miserable and pathetic.”

“No Miss Marie,” I stammered as if I was back at my public school.

“Very well I shall award points as follows. To Anna I give nineteen marks out of twenty; your French is perfect and you have used some very descriptive adjectives. To Sarah I award seventeen marks; your French is very good and you have mastered the past tense. To Mr. David Shaw I award only seven marks; your French is simplistic, slipshod and carelessly written. There is hardly any description in your narrative and you clearly do not care what you write or how you write it,” she said pushing her chair back away from her desk.

“What have you got to say about yourself?” she barked in a screeching tone. She sat on her high desk stool with her feet firmly on the floor. I was surprised that she did not storm about the room as she normally did when faced by incompetence.

“I, err, I am err very sorry Miss Marie,” I said whimpering like a hurt puppy.

“Saying sorry just isn’t good enough,” she said, “You will now be punished. Stand up and walk towards me,” said the tutor suddenly behaving like a harridan. Miss Marie stood up and I heard her silk petticoats rustle against the inside of her tweed skirt.

I did not know whether to laugh or cry. I felt both ashamed and confused that I had kept the twins, and Miss Marie, ignorant of the others’ relationship with me. I felt like blurting out the truth to clear up any misunderstanding, but decided to keep quiet. Nevertheless I now had to appear shocked for the twins’ benefit.

“I’m truly very sorry and I apologise from the bottom of my heart,” I pretended to sob as Miss Marie pointed to the carpet in front of her.

“You will kneel on the floor here at my feet and sit back on your heels,” she shouted and I did as I was told. The Persian carpet felt thin to my touch; it had clearly been used in other rooms in the past and was no doubt destined to be cut up and eventually used in servants’ bedrooms in its final threadbare condition.

“You will remain in place until güvenilir bahis siteleri I have covered you up with my skirt as none of us wish to see your miserable face. Do you understand?” said the French woman shuffling forward so that her feet touched the outer sides of my knees.

“Yes Miss Marie,” I whispered, desperately trying to diffuse her anger. I smiled up at her and smirked. I heard Anna and Sarah gasp in horror as the tutor reached down and pulled up her wide black skirt to reveal the outer white petticoat finished in delicate finely stitched Alencon lace with triple flounces.

“Do you like my petticoats Mr. Shaw?” said the French woman parting her legs even wider. “Well I hope you do as you will place your head under them.”

My penis began to stir.

Slowly I lowered my head to the floor and allowed her to shuffle forward and lift the outer, then the middle, then the inner petticoat and throw them swishing over my head in a sudden flurry. I felt her try to rearrange all the various silken layers over me including her thick heavy black skirt.

“Sarah, help me with my clothing please,” I heard her say and became aware of Sarah’s little footsteps all around me, tugging and yanking at her clothing, covering me up all the way round.

“Anna, I’ll have the tall stool over there; bring it to me please,” said the tutor, clearly enjoying being in complete control of her three pupils and wanting to ensure her own comfort with me firmly trapped beneath her full skirt and silk petticoats.

I heard the tall stool being placed behind Miss Marie. Her hand held my head in place as she sat up on the stool and pulled me into her. I slid forward until my face became pushed into her crotch and once again felt Sarah’s hands pulling Miss Marie’s skirts down all around me. Miss Marie swung her heels up onto the round wooden horizontal brace which connected the two front legs of the tall stool and splayed her knees so that I could be pulled more firmly against her genitalia.

It was then that her odours, the sheer rudeness, and vulgarity of my position, hit me and I felt my penis stiffen inside my trousers. She brought her knees together as far as they would go so that I now became clamped with my face held firmly against her hairy vagina. Under her petticoats I noticed that she wore thin short silk white pantalettes which had a finely frilled and lacy opening at the front. She had clearly put these on purely for my benefit and the mere feel of these against my cheeks made my penis writhe uncomfortably wildly inside my trousers.

“Good, good. Sarah and Anna you may return to your places, and now that we are all comfortable we will carry on with the class,” said Miss Marie.

I could hardly hear a word of what she was saying as she gripped my ears tightly between her clammy smooth soft thighs. My chin rested on the front of the stool and was to some extent cushioned my three heavy layers of silk petticoats and by the thick black skirt she wore over them. I heard Anna and Sarah laugh aloud at something Miss Marie had said and I felt that I had been excluded from the lesson and from their company although physically I could not have been any closer to the French tutor.

Miss Marie evidently had decided to humiliate me in front of the twins. Little did she realise that I had already placed my face between their delightful smooth young legs on numerous occasions during the night of the storm.

By the way the women were talking it sounded as if they had accepted that I would be kneeling with my head up Miss Marie’s skirt for the rest of the lesson. I heard the tutor ask Sarah several questions in French. Strangely I felt the sounds through Miss Marie’s thighs; it was as if her voice was resonating directly through her body. I could hardly here Sarah’s replies except when she laughed.

The threadbare carpet was beginning to make my knees sore and I had to balance myself carefully by gripping the frame of the stool with both hands. I struggled to reposition myself but Miss Marie’s grip on my head tightened. She clearly was enjoying trapping my face between her warm moist thighs.

I have to admit that I found it both exciting and intoxicating having my nose and lips in contact with the French tutor’s most intimate parts. If we were on our own I felt that I could have easily unbuttoned my trousers, extracted my penis and vigorously wanked myself off. As it was the mere presence of the twins was putting me off. I did not want them to think that Miss Marie and I had already been…err…intimate with each other, as it were.

“Sarah, Anna, you will copy out page 125 from your text book please using only the future tense. Is that understood?” said Miss Marie in a somewhat loud stern voice.

“Yes Miss Marie,” said the twins I with a sullen tone, and in unison.

I heard them shuffle about and open their books and begin their copying. The space between Miss Marie’s thighs and under her petticoats and skirt was gradually becoming completely airless and I found myself perspiring profusely. The tutor seemed to sense my discomfort and eased apart her legs slightly but held onto the back of my head so that I couldn’t pull myself from under her wide skirt.

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A week and a half passed by and we were planning a hotel party at one of the local hotels. We had done this a few times, with a few people, not like a big event or anything. I started to think about it, and I noticed how Leah usually spent a good ten minutes in the bathroom only minutes before bed, and thought to myself, “Could she be…?” Finally the date for the party came, and oh boy, did it come. Only three people turned out and they had to go home early anyways. We both thought of how lame it was, but neither of us wanted to ditch the room and go home. I casually flirted with her an hour or so before our mutually agreed bed-time, and I did what any guy would do with a girl alone in a hotel room. But she turned me down and shot down every idea that I had. It had seemed to me that my fun with her had come to a final and dismal close. I went to sleep a little before she did…or so she thought…

The tv was on and I was having a hard time falling asleep, though my lack of movement suggested otherwise. I opened my eyes a little, to see this little ball of covers on her bed. At first I thought she was in the bathroom, but a little, low whimper notified me of where exactly she was. I stared at the ball, watching for any signs of her hot masturbation, and with the tv, shedding just the right amount of light at the right angle, I could see the bed was vibrating very quickly, and very hard. The ball started rocking quietly back and forth. I was under the covers so naturally I pulled it out and started jerking under the covers. As I watched, I heard her say a name, but I couldn’t make out whose it was…was it mine, or some other guy she had been with. She started to cum, and she wildly flailed about under the covers, not caring to see if I had awoken or anything. She rolled over onto her stomach then, and lifted her butt into the air, still under the covers, I watched as her hand made a bulge move as she fingered herself from behind. She instantly came and I heard what sounded to be her squirting all over the bed. Then I realized it was into her sweatpants…unless she had taken them off…She emerged a short time after her final satisfying orgasm, and looked at me. I play dead well. She rolled onto her back, kicked the covers off, revealing that she as in fact naked from the waist down and shoved her hands once more down her stomach and into her pussy. The sound of the juices as she entered herself once more was overwhelming and I came. canlı bahis şirketleri She fingered herself wildly, in the open air, to a busting orgasm. She arched her back off the bed, and her hips, gyrating in the air, humped her fingers as if it was the only thing she would ever have for the rest of her life. I watched as she grabbed a few tissues, and began to clean up after the mess she made. Licking her fingers, she dried up all of what she could…and went to the bathroom. She came out a minute later and let out a heavy sigh, jumped into the bed next to mine, and went to sleep. I couldn’t. I was up all night thinking about her.

At this point, I had become obsessed with catching that girl masturbating. Almost to the point where I would intentionally try to get her horny, so she would go and diddle herself till she came.

One night, at a friends house, we were all in bed sleeping, and I look up at the bed where she is sleeping. One leg bent up at the knee, and one laying flat on the bed The covers were over her chest, where you could see faint signs of movement, but her sweatpants were outside the covers as if she wasn’t concerned about them. Her signature move; the slow finger going strong in her pants…a little gasp, and deep breathing coming from her corner of the room. I couldn’t help but stay awake with her, and watch the masterpiece unfold. I slowly made my way along the floor to the edge of the bed, where she lay, still going at it, after at least one orgasm. I raised my hand up and felt the side of the mattress. The timing of her thrusts giving the bed a rhythm to match hers was enough to get my other hand down my pants. She came loudly, as I heard several little whimpers, and as she sat upright and convulsed several times in her crouched position. She took her sweats off and threw them onto the floor, close to where I was. I waited for a few minutes and then slowly grabbed them. Looking them over, I discovered two very damp patches and I touched them. It had been the first pussy juice I had touched since the week of our breakup. I then realized, that she was sleeping in just her panties, and a t-shirt. I came when I thought of her just rubbing her clit through her panties. Her sweats were still warm, and I came.

She moved into an apartment, not far from her old house, and with her mom’s busy schedule, she needed company quite often. I did everything I could to schedule time with her. I called out of canlı kaçak iddaa work, I skipped class, and I wouldn’t come home until 2 in the morning. My parents were thrilled. But I was doing whatever I could to try and be there to catch her as much as I could. She seemed as if she almost wanted me to catch her masturbating. Her constant fidgeting during movies, her placement of her hands in her lap, clasping her phone against her jeans, waiting and praying for the next text message, while we went driving at night.

We started talking on AIM more too. We got into conversation about our sex lives, and I just had to go to her masturbation. I asked everything I could think of, and I wasn’t willing to take no for an answer. How many times a day? Favorite position and favorite method? How long till you orgasm? These questions haunted me, and as she answered them, I could only imagine what she was doing to herself on the other end. One conversation in particular peaked my interest. “I love having the chance of being caught” she said. “I want someone to catch me one of these days.” I devised the perfect plan.

One day, at her house, her mom gone, we were watching a movie. She slowly slid her hands down her side, onto her stomach, and finally down her pants. Her fingering motion and the look on her face were so erotic; I could barely keep from coming in my pants. She looked over at me as I stared at her, watching her wet fingers going in and out of her wet pussy as if I had x-ray vision. She immediately stopped and said, “Can I help you?” I said, “Yes please” and kinda gestured towards the huge bulge in my pants. She smiled and said, “Nope, me first.” I was excited to finally be doing things with her, doing things to her again. I reached over and rubbed her pants through the blanket which she quickly removed. Her sweats were already pushed down below her thighs and her sexy panties made me realize she was planning for this. I started to rub her the way I used to and she smiled, laid back and relaxed, just as she had done a year and a half earlier. She stroked me through my pants, and we were both really close. I kissed her passionately, the way I had longed to do for some time, and then slowly made my way down her neck, past her breasts, and down to her pussy. She was so wet, she was already using the blanket as a towel. I stuck one finger in at first and gave her a good licking. She came and when she did, she pushed my face hard into canlı kaçak bahis her vagina, making me take all of her wetness to my face. Her pussy smelled sweet and fruity, I laid her back on the couch and climbed on top of her, kissing her while still rubbing and fingering her. She came again, this time with less juice but a more violent convulsion that almost made her bump heads with me. I restrained her on the couch and she begged for more. The outside door to the apartment opened with the loud shriek we had come to know. We quickly recovered, her going under the blanket and me jumping right up to sitting laid back on the couch, a full cushion away from her. The front door opened and her mom came in, went straight to the back and closed the door. “Leah” put her clothes on quickly and asked me to leave. Apparently she was having second thoughts.

We went a week without talking. She then called me out of the blue, and asked me to join her for lunch. I thought I should prepare for the worst, so I did. She didn’t like me like that, and while she had fun, it just wasn’t right for her. I agreed and told her that it was my fault and that I was sorry. I did everything I could to let her know that I really cared.

I went over to her house this past New Years for a party she was having. Her mom was out of town and she had the apartment to herself. She didn’t mind my asking to sleep with her in her room, as she had a little too much and wasn’t feeling well. I really did want to just keep her safe overnight and make sure she was okay. Around 5am, we both woke up to the sound of the other two guests fucking on the couch in the living room. They both were still drinking and thought it was a good idea. I almost fell back asleep, but something told me to fake dead again, so I did. Sure enough, she kinda propped her head up, looked at me to see if I was awake, and when she was sure I wasn’t, she pushed the blankets down to the bottom of the bed, where I was laying on the floor. I could hear her sliding her hands down her pants as she let out a little whimper of excitement. She masturbated, and masturbated, and masturbated, the bed, convulsing and throbbing, and the low moans and whimpers made it almost unbearable. I was reduced to having a blocked view. I would have had a perfect view if it weren’t for those covers. I was so mad, but so turned on. She kept masturbating. 6am, 7am, 8am…I counted the orgasms…32, 33, 34…The room was smelling of sex and alcohol. The aroma intoxicated her and only made her want more. I then remembered something. I completely forgot. I had a hidden camera pointed at her bed from the dresser across the room.

That is some of the best footage I have to date.

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** This is the next story and stage in my life. The first story is titled, “From Handjobs to Orgies” and is published and I recommend reading first. As with my other true story, I love to get feedback to know what you thought and if it got you going! Enjoy **

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Now that Ashley and I had broken up, I found myself graduated from college with a full time job in finance and working through the grind. I spent my nights and weekends doing the usual things, hanging with friends and going to bars. Of course, I now also had experience in the ways of swinging and playing with others so everything wasn’t exactly the same…

I used various apps and websites to find other people in the “lifestyle”. At this point though I was a single male so not exactly your typical couple. My first hit was a couple who messaged me out of nowhere.

They introduced themselves as Dan and Jess. They were mid 40s, professional looking couple from what I could see and read on their profile. Dan was about 5’11”, in average shape, white and looked like an average guy. Jess was 5’5″, blonde, in shape but not too fit, nice looking ass and maybe some C or D boobs based on the pictures I had received. She was attractive but not a super MILF or model.

We chatted online for a while, got to know each other. They lived about 20 minutes away, he worked and she was a stay at home mom. They were looking for males and couples to play with, and after some further deep diving in conversation, they were after hung males who had their lives together. Well, fortunately, I could check those boxes.

They had played with two guys in the past with her giving the first guy a handjob and then a blowjob a week later in a hot tub at their house. The 2nd guy they actually took the plunge and had a mfm 3some and he got to fuck her. The experience was good, but he left a lot to be desired after only lasting a few minutes. Dan loved it and was revving to see it again, especially from a hung guy who could perform. Jess certainly was not putting up much resistance.

We eventually determined a time and place to meet and say hello, just a quick coffee and chat. The day came and I showed up and shortly after they arrived. She was wearing some tight jeans and a nice top that showed her boobs were probably closer to Ds than Cs. We chatted and talked about nothing for a while before finally the conversation turned a little seductive. I could see the fire in her eyes and knew we would be connecting again in a more private place.

On the way out to the cars she leaned in and gave me a little cheek kiss as we hugged and gently did a quick glide over my cock as she let go. Two days later they messaged me seeing if I could come over that evening to watch a game. Of course I could. I showed up right on time and ready to go. A few hours prior I had a long stroke session to make sure I wouldn’t be too eager if the occasion came.

They let me into their house, it was a nice upper middle class residence. Their two kids were at friends places that evening so they had the house alone. They offered me a drink and had some snacks as we settled in. Jess was wearing a dress that was just a little too formal and tight for a night of watching football on the couch. It rounded her ass perfectly and showed those boobs again.

We once again chatted about nothing until Dan left the room to go take a call. Whether the call was fake or not I am not sure but she took the opportunity to join my couch. She cuddled up next to me and I put my hand on her exposed thigh. A moment later she leaned in and we started kissing getting closer and closer. I wasted no time and slid my hand under her dress to find nothing but a wet, shaved pussy. She returned the favor and slid her hand on top of my shorts.

From there she pulled down my zipper and slowly worked my cock out. I was already fully hard, a very thick 7.5″ of cock with a little upwards curve and a big head. She started working it as I was exploring her pussy with my fingers. She had a surprisingly tight pussy despite having big pussy lips and she had a seductive moan.

After a few minutes of this she lowered her head onto my cock and began sucking me. She was an absolute star at sucking cock and was one of the best BJs I had ever had. At some points it felt so good I couldn’t concentrate on fingering her tight pussy. Fortunately she slowed down just enough for me to regain my senses and slid her dress up exposing her beautiful pussy. I was able to slide three fingers inside and she was moaning hard as I finger fucked her.

Then she stopped, pulled down my illegal bahis shorts all the way and pushed me long ways across the couch and got into 69, her dress still on. I began eating her pussy, shoving my tongue deep inside as she was swallowing my big cock.

At some point Dan walked back into the room. Can you imagine walking into a room to find your wife hanging over a guy, her dress up to her waist and her mouth full of big, thick cock? Well, I could actually and I knew how awesome it is. I first caught notice of him on the recliner, his cock out as he had started to stroke. He had a very average cock, maybe 5.5″ or 6″ and a normal girth. Nothing to write home about but not bad either.

We kept going at it for a few minutes before Jess decide to unmount and get down. As she got down she waved at her husband who returned a big thumbs up. She then turned back to me, swung her leg across me and mounted back up, still in 69 position. Only this time she positioned her pussy right above my cock and gently started lowering herself.

The head of my cock slowly started to slip inside as she let out a gasp. She tried to continue to lower herself but had to keep pulling up, the fit was extremely tight.

She turned to me and said “Fuck you are so thick, I’m not sure it will fit!”

I replied “Oh it will fit in time, just need a new position.”

Dan was furiously working his cock now, thoroughly enjoying watching his wife struggle to fit my dick. I pulled her off and then put her back down on the couch with her legs spread in the air as I lowered myself to her.

Once again my cock head slowly entered as she muttered something about a big cock. This time with the slight upwards angle of my cock going the other direction inside her I was able to have a bit more room. Still it was slow going with every inch taking a few minutes, but before long I was balls deep and she was out of breath.

I began the slow rhythmic pumping at that point with her wet, tight pussy swallowing my cock. Before I knew it she started cumming, her pussy squeezing my cock urging it to fill with cum. A moment later I heard Dan moan and he blew his load, shooting it a couple feet. But I had held strong, my cock was still rock hard and filled her pussy.

I slowly slid my cock out, still hard, and helped her stand up. I got behind her, smacked her ass and squeezed it before pulling her dress up and over her head. I unclipped her bra and her now obvious D titties fell out, beautiful and plump. Grabbing them in my hands from behind I squeezed them in full view of Dan. Then I moved my hands to her waist, gave her ass a big smack and moved her to the coffee table.

I had her bend over the coffee table on her knees, and positioned myself behind her. At this point she was facing Dan, her face about three feet from his chair where his cock was getting hard again. I was less gentle this time as I plunged my cock deep inside her and she squealed as I began pumping her with long strokes. For five, ten minutes I hit her pussy from all positions as he worked his cock and she moaned.

Dan eventually stood up, walked over to Jess and presented his cock to her. She grabbed it at first and then pulled it into her mouth, giving him her amazing BJ. So there she was, taking my cock and sucking her husbands, finally experiencing a good 3some. A few minutes later I filled her with my huge load and Dan blew his second load in her mouth.

We all went back to the couches, naked and worn out. We chatted some more, actually watched some of the game and hung out. Later in the evening we all ended up on the same couch with Jess in the middle and she was kind enough to give us a double handjob, with both of us cumming on her tits at the conclusion. I left that evening with both of them begging to meet again.

And we did. Over the next six months we got together seven or eight times, always pretty predictable. She became sluttier and sluttier, by the end greeting me completely nude or fucking in their backyard pool.

While I was still fucking Jess, I met another couple. He was a 53 year old marketing exec and his wife was a 41 year old smokeshow little MILF. She was about 5ft tall, brown hair, a runner type with small boobs but a great tight athletic ass. She was always wearing yoga pants or even those little volleyball shorts and an athletic top. She looked ten years younger than her age and was obviously well taken care of.

He was the typical wealthy executive, a little overweight, somewhat aloof and perpetually busy. Not a real attractive man and likely had little time to satisfy illegal bahis siteleri his very fit younger wife.

We had a few outings together, a meal, some drinks and whatnot. One day she texted me and asked if I wanted to go for a jog with her. I loved to run and why not go running with her, she was sexy and I was hoping to add them to my friends list.

I got to the trail and she was in these skin tight lycra volleyball shorts with an orange top that ended at her waist. Her ass was in perfect view for everyone to see. We chatted and stretched and that is where I noticed when she bent over that she had on a little thong. I got slightly hard at the sight but held it together and we went running. A few miles later we stopped and sat down on the trail. We were both sweating nicely and feeling good.

She lightly touched my thigh and it sent me racing. I returned the favor by touching her thigh as we spoke and she gave me a little grin.

We hit the trail but as we got up I gave her a little love tap on her ass as she stood up. She turned and flashed me the most flirty smile I had ever seen. A few minutes later we returned to the cars and she called me over.

“Soo… any interest in coming over now that we are both all sweaty?”

“Sure, that would be great…” I hesitantly muttered, in surprise at the sudden invitation. “Is your husband not going to be there?”

“No, he is working and usually gets home around 7 or 8. Don’t worry though, he is totally OK with this.”

Good enough for me. We headed back to her house which was about five minutes away and was a beautiful mansion as expected. A large pool, yard and probably 6,000 sq ft.

We headed inside, her leading me with her wonderful ass bouncing side to side in her tight booty shorts. We got about five feet inside the door before I grabbed her hips from behind and nuzzled my now enlarged cock up against her ass. She smiled back at me as we did a quick kiss and she slipped away.

“I have a few things I need to setup before we get there” she told me.

“Alright, sounds good, just let me know when you are ready.”

She led me back to the huge bedroom, drew the shades and turned on the TV which I thought was interesting. She then grabbed a nearby laptop and started typing away on it and before long the TV popped awake with the computer screen. She had up a video titled “Amateur MILF gets drilled by big cock”. I now realized we would be getting it on while watching porn on an 80″ TV. She hit the go button and it started up. She placed her cell phone on the side table and came over to me, bent down and pulled off my athletic shorts and boxers in one sweep, my big cock flopping out.

She started rubbing my balls with one hand while stroking my lower shaft and sucking the head of my cock. It was an absolutely amazing feeling, something she had obviously done a few times. Before long she removed her hand and started deep throating me, going all the way down. She had a great technique and was very talented.

Just as I was really revving up she stopped and grabbed her cell phone.

“One condition – I have to send him photos and videos in the act. That OK with you?”

“Yeah! That sounds great!”

She went back to sucking and stoking my cock and handed me her phone, camera open. I snapped a couple pics and then a short video. She once again stopped, took the phone and quickly sent them off, then back to sucking. A few minutes later the phone buzzed, she grabbed it and smiled. He had sent back a thumbs up emoji.

At that point I stood her up and turned her around, needing a good look at her little athletic ass. I gave it a good smack and walked her over to the bed where I sat down and had her sit in my lap, facing away. At this point in the porn video some amateur guy in his 20s with a giant white cock was absolutely drilling some cute 40s brunette MILF. It had me rock hard when combined with her ass sitting on my cock.

I started kissing her neck as she grinded her ass on my cock. It very much reminded me of High School dances. I reached around and started massaging her boobs and then slipped one hand down and slid it underneath her tight booty shorts. It took some struggle but I was able to lower it enough to rub her pussy, her thong now wet. She moaned and grinded on my cock harder.

I pushed her up, her ass in full view in front of me and slid off her booty shorts, exposing her amazing ass in a little yellow thong that covered little. I gave it one last big smack as she squealed and brought her back down. This time as I was rubbing canlı bahis siteleri her pussy I slipped the thong aside and raised her hips. As she came back down my cock found the mark.

It was a nice tight fit but not too tight as she was able to go balls deep after four or five bounces. She clearly was in great shape as she bounced all around, hitting my cock at different angles and supporting herself. I was able to pull off her shirt mid bounce so now she was down to her little thong and sports bra which she removed in short order.

She was facing the TV and watching the MILF continue to get drilled on the screen as she moaned and bounced. I let her take control as I laid back and she massaged me cock with her nice pussy. She started telling me how she loves my big cock and how her husband never fucks her properly anymore. She handed me her phone and I recorded a 30 second video of her bouncing, the porn on TV visible behind.

As I got harder and hornier I stood up off the bed and grabbed her hips to make sure my cock stayed inside her. I bent her at the waist, turned her around to the bed and started pounding her hard from behind. After a few minutes of that I pulled out, flipped her towards me and asked her to put her arms on my shoulders and legs around my waist. I grabbed her ass to support her in the air and she reached a hand down to guide my cock back inside her pussy.

I took her over to the nearest wall and fucked her up against it as she begged me to use my big thick cock on her tight MILF pussy. I obliged over and over again. Eventually the video ended and she hopped off and went searching for her next turn on which happened to be a MFM amateur 3some. She flipped it on and came back to me, tits nicely bouncing.

I grabbed her, flung her on the bed, finally pulled off her thong and went to town licking her pussy and clit, and then adding fingers. Before long I put a finger in her ass as I had two deep in her pussy and my tongue on her clit. It didn’t take much time for her to erupt in orgasm, clamping down on my fingers and squirting all over them. After her orgasm I positioned myself in missionary as the college aged girl on the video had one cock in her pussy and one in her mouth.

But this time I did something she didn’t expect and lowered my cock so it started to enter her ass. She gave a little squeal before encouraging me to fuck her little ass. This time it did take a while to fit, but five minutes later I had made it all the way and was rubbing and fingering her pussy at the same time. She was practically screaming in pleasure now, begging me to pound her like a cheating wife.

I was close to unleashing an enormous load, but first I wanted to flip her to get a good view of her ass as I fucked it. I now had her doggy with my cock deep in her ass as I stood straddling her. She handed me her phone and told me how hard her husband would be to see this. I filmed for the next minute or so as I finally unleashed and filled her ass with cum, all on camera.

We both collapsed and she sent it off to him as the 3some on TV finished up. He eventually responded with a pic of his erect cock and happiness.

We hung out for a little bit, cleaned off and headed outside to chat and relax. She went inside to grab some water as I was about to head out for the day. She came back in a black bikini that really can’t be considered a swimsuit. The top barely even covered her B boobs and the bottom was strings on the sidre, the front of it a few inches above her pussy and the back was just a ‘T’ where the strings came together.

Ten seconds later she was riding my cock on a lawn chair, bikini still on. She rode my cock facing me, to the right side, left side and facing away from me. A true spinner. She made me blow my load much quicker than I am used to and stood up with cum dripping out of her pussy past her still attached bikini. I just laid there cock out in shock watching her perfect ass walk away towards to pool.

A few minutes later she walked me to the gate on the side, but before we could get out the gate I had one more surprised for her. It seemed that her riding my cock and making me cum so quickly left me a little turned on. I quickly got behind her and pushed her up against the house as I pulled out my cock. She moaned for me to fuck her hard and that I did. I pounded her once again from behind, bikini somehow still attached. We both came at the same time, her pussy once again filled and dripping. I pulled my cock back in, smacked her ass and left out the gate.

Needless to say, I was a repeat guest at their manor. He was never there, always encouraging through our pics and vids. He loved the thought and proof of his hot wife getting drilled by a well hung younger guy. I could relate to the feeling and knew how much of a turn on it is.

To be continued…

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