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Prelude:

I was watching a video of Samantha Bentley stripping off a black bikini top and tattered jean shorts when the question popped in my mind:

How many times had I cheated on my wife?

I knew it was a lot, and it was all with guys. But putting a number on it was harder.

I thought back starting with the year I got married. Back then, I worked a swing shift and had the house to myself a couple mornings a week while my wife was at work. One married guy who came over a few times had a major fetish for cumming in my mouth. It was all he wanted to do. So I wore my wife’s pink bikini while blowing him on the couch in the living room.

On the third hookup, he told me that he knew my wife. He must have figured out her name through my address because he and I never exchanged names. It freaked me out at first, but then it turned me on to know that someone who was in my same situation knew my secret.

That guy alone accounted for 7or 8 hookups, but that was just a bare start. How many more could there be?

I’d fucked guys up the ass, and I had been fucked up the ass. There had been at least six transsexuals and nine cross-dressers. Did it count if I made out with a cross-dresser but didn’t fuck her? I once sucked off two guys at the same time. Did that count as one or two?

In the end, the best estimate was 30-40 hookups with at least 25 guys. I stepped back and looked at that number. Astonishing. I was a serial cheater, no two ways about it. But I was nowhere close to stopping, and I’m still not.

The longer I do this, the more I want it. One of the things I love about gay cheating is that I have to out myself just a little bit to do it. Every time I go through with a hookup, one more guy knows my deepest, darkest secret.

All of you know, too, and that is such a turn on.

As I write this, I oscillate between typing on the keyboard and jacking to a Jennifer Vandeven striptease. I am half drunk on fancy, craft beer that I had to sneak into the house because everyone thinks I’m sober. My wife is asleep in bed, and I am on the couch in the living room. I haven’t fucked her in over a month and want to put my throbbing cock in a married guy’s asshole now.

I will probably cum soon.

But before I do, I want to thank each one of you for reading, reviewing and commenting on my stories. I especially want to thank those who took the time to write me your detailed fantasies and story ideas. Nothing turns me on more than hearing from guys who are married to women but cheat frequently. It’s so good to know so many of us are into the same thing. Keep the comments coming!

And let’s keep it in the closet. 🙂

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Now… casino oyna it’s story time:

In this next installment, I want to tell you about the two times I sneaked out of the house in the middle of the night to hook up with guys.

The first time was in mid spring a couple of years ago. I often sit on the couch in the living room to watch porn, pinch my nipples and drink beer while my wife is asleep in the bedroom. One night, she went to bed around 9 p.m., and I hit the porn and Bud Lite hard. I edged and drank until nearly 1 a.m. and was about to cum when a guy named “Discreet Married” sent me a message on Grindr.

“Hi,” he wrote. “Looking?”

We got to chatting. It turned out he was staying in a posh hotel a couple miles from my house. He was in town on business, and his wife was back home. The guy invited me to his room, but I couldn’t go because starting the car would wake my wife. Leaving at that hour would raise too many questions. But I knew of a place down the street that looked safe. I told the guy about it.

“Let’s do it,” he wrote.

I told him to message me when he was at the corner three doors down from my house. When he sent “here,” I quietly turned the knob on the back door and stepped out into the fresh night air. I figured if I got caught on the way in or out, I would just say I was taking a walk.

When I got to the sidewalk in front of the house, I saw the guy waiting in a dark BMW X5. I ran over, opened the passenger-side door and climbed into the leather seat. The guy and I looked each other over. He had on a white collared shirt and khaki pants. The guy was a little chubby and probably eight or nine years older than me.

“Ready to have some fun?” he asked.

“Fuck yeah,” I said.

“Ok,” he said. “Where to?”

I directed him to a gravel service road about a half mile from my house. The entrance is tucked away behind some trees and bushes just off of a high-traffic road. Most people who drive by probably don’t notice, but I’d seen and explored the road while out for a jog one morning. We drove to the end of the road, which ended in a cul-de-sac surrounded by pine trees. The dude put the BMW in park. The only light came from the half moon and a few street lamps that poked through the pine needles.

Without a word, the guy opened the door and stepped out. I did, too. We both closed our doors as quietly as possible. I met him on his side of the BMW. He fished a travel-size tube from his pocket and then pulled down his pants and boxers. The guy squirted some lube on his fingers and reached between his legs to grease his bunghole.

“I want you to fuck slot oyna me,” he said.

He set the tube of lube on the roof of the BWM. Next to where he set the lube was a small yellow bottle. He twisted off the cap, shoved his nose in front of the bottle’s mouth and inhaled deeply. He offered me some, but I waved it off. I knew he was doing poppers but didn’t know a lot about what it was supposed to do to you.

“Fuck me,” he said.

I positioned myself behind him, and he leaned forward. The dude was a good three inches taller than me, but it didn’t matter. He was my bitch, not the other way around. My cock honed in on his asshole like a laser-guided missile. It felt amazing to slip inside him. He was eager for dick.

“Fuck me hard,” he whispered.

I was happy to oblige. It was a major thrill to be having gay sex in public. It was as if I wanted to get caught and let everyone know my secret. I could hear cars whoosh by off in the distance every few seconds. Knowing that any one of them could be a cop coming to bust us made it all the more exciting. I was grunting hard.

We had just started fucking, but I knew I was already close to the end.

“I’m gonna cum,” I whispered.

“Do it,” he said. “Cum in me.”

I immediately blew my load, gallons of jizz pouring into his ass pipe. At least that’s how it felt. I knew I was giving him something his wife never could, and it turned me on. The guy started jerking himself off. All it took was three strokes for him to blast his load all over the gravel road.

As soon as I pulled my cock out of his ass, a wave of post-sex shame washed over me. Worse, I needed him to give me a ride home. We both pulled up our pants and got back into the BMW. The guy started the SUV and drove us out of there.

“I can’t fucking believe we just did that,” I said.

“I know,” he said.

“I think I’m a faggot,” I said.

“Me too,” he said.

The guy dropped me off at the same corner where he picked me up. I hurried to my back door and slowly turned the handle. The door creaked open. I stopped to listen, and the house remained still. I checked the clock on my cell phone. It was 1:22 a.m. I’d been gone less than 15 minutes.

I laid on the couch and passed out.

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Another time I sneaked out of the house after midnight was to hook up with a transsexual I’d been wanting for a long time. She had long, black, curly hair, and she was heavy-handed with the makeup, which I loved, especially her cherry-red lipstick. Her pictures on Grindr always showed her in a short, sassy dress.

She messaged me about 1:30 a.m. on a Sunday. We had chatted on Grindr several canlı casino siteleri times, and, to be honest, I had chickened out on her a couple times. She either didn’t remember or didn’t care. I didn’t ask.

I noticed from the distance feature on the app that she was closer than usual, just three miles away. It turned out she was at a swingers’ bar I drove by at least once or twice a day.

“Want a BJ?” she asked.

“Yeah, but where?” I asked back.

“In my truck,” she said.

I told her to meet me at the corner by my house. Fifteen minutes later, I was climbing onto the bench seat of a big, dark pickup. She was smoking hot, decked out in a sequin dress and slutty high heels, just like in her profile picture.

I was already hard. She started driving away.

“You are fucking beautiful,” I said.

I put my hand on her stocking thigh and started feeling her up. It was so hot to do it without permission, to just know I treat her like a cheap slut. The only problem was where to park. The city had shut down the utility road since I’d hooked up with the married dude out there.

At the moment it hardly mattered. It was just so hot to be French kissing a transsexual’s ear while feeling her thigh just inches from her prick.

“You know a place to park?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said in a husky-yet-feminine voice.

“Let’s go there,” I said.

I stuck my tongue in her ear as she stepped on the gas, revving the engine. The pickup sped down the street, but we didn’t have to go far. She hung a fast right into a strip mall a quarter mile from my house and parked in a dark corner behind a sandwich shop. All the stores were closed. We were the only ones in the lot.

She lunged at me, shoving her tongue in my mouth. We kissed for only a few seconds, while I pulled down my gym shorts to reveal my hard cock. She put her mouth on it and started bobbing her head. It was so hot to know that all it would take is for a cop to drive by or a neighbor to stumble by, and I would be busted.

“You like sucking married guys?” I asked.

She just moaned and kept sucking. I crossed my arms and pinched my nipples. Right before I came, I said, “Snowball me.” My load shot fast and hard. She took every last drop and held it in her mouth. Then she planted her lips on mine. I made an opening, and she pushed the jizz into my mouth with her tongue. I accepted my salty seed and swallowed.

She settled back onto the driver’s side and started the truck. It was a quiet ride back to the corner. She dropped me off, and I jogged to the back door to let myself in.

I laid on the couch and covered myself with a blanket. I jacked off twice before falling asleep.

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As you can see, I’m a pretty sick puppy. I know some of you are, too.

Tell me about it!

So many of you have written me sexy letters. Keep them coming!

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Beauty thought she’d die! She groaned like a woman possessed as the hand started to move inside her cunt. “Oh, daddy, fuck me with it…ohhh, you make me feel so full and horny…fuck me!” And that’s what he did, quite enthusiastically. He wanted to make her forget about that animal, he wanted to pleasure her like she’d never been pleasured before, he wanted her completely!

“Does my little slut like it?” he asked, pushing more of his arm in and then pulling back, then pushing back in like a piston. And then he withdrew his hand completely, leaving her gaping and feeling empty. “Does my baby want it?” he asked, holding up his slimy hand and arm for her inspection.

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Almost immediately Precilla and Rumella, both buxom and both naked, were standing by the bed, watching their youngest sister ride their father.

“Precilla,” he addressed the redhead, “I want to pleasure your pussy. Rumella, pleasure Beauty’s clit.”

Precilla sat on her father’s face and was immediately moaning and groaning as he began to suck her clit.

Rumella bent over her father’s body and brought her face up to her sister’s pussy still riding her father’s meaty shaft. She followed Beauty’s rhythm and flicked her tongue out to catch Beauty’s sensitive clit. Then her lips wrapped around it, sucking on it as Beauty continued illegal bahis siteleri to ride and pant with pleasure. She was soon cumming on her father’s cock, quickly followed by the merchant’s jizz shooting up into her belly. Beauty continued riding him as he shot his heavy load of cum inside her, Rumella’s mouth still holding her clit captive while the tongue continued to pleasure it.

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“Get off me, girls. I want you to eat my cum from Beauty’s sweet pussy. You haven’t sampled her yet.”

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I headed to the Norwood Village Park where I was supposed to meet with three of my students whom I tutored at three in the afternoon. They were Melissa, Courtney and Vladmir. These were second year students attending the Norwood Community College.

It was a beautiful afternoon in April, sunny, with a temperature of 60 degrees and 35% relative humidity. The wind was light, out of the south at less than five miles per hour. Most people visiting the park didn’t even bother to put on a sweater. Some wore tee shirts and shorts as though summer was here already. That’s the problem living in these northern latitudes. You get a warm day in spring, and then you throw caution to the winds and forget that just two days before, the temperature was 25 degrees, and three inches of snow fell. College towns in general are notorious for students taking the lead and wearing summer wear just to show the village folk that they can. The village folk, on the other hand, having lived all their lives in Norwood, were more cautious and were dressed more appropriately and conservatively for the spring season.

The clock from a nearby cathedral chimed loudly announcing it was three. I took up my place on a park bench that had some shade and was waiting for the three to show up. Melissa arrived first. Melissa is 21 with long, blonde hair, five foot six, 110 pounds and with an innocent face. I had tutored her since last fall and found that she was a good student. She just needed a little help with calculus.

“Hi, Harry!” said Melissa, “How are you?”

“Hey, Mel. I’m fine. How is it going today?”

“Great!” answered Melissa, “We got our test papers back and guess what, I got an A in pre-calculus, MATH150!”

“Wonderful!” I complimented, “All your hard work paid off!”

“I know, and you were a big help too! Thanks,” said Melissa.

Melissa had on a pink tank top and cut jean shorts. They were cut way above her knees, exposing a one foot of length above the knees of her creamy white blemishless thighs. The home made jean shorts themselves were quite faded and loose strings were visible everywhere at the bottom. Her tank top had a hard time restraining her plump breasts, the tops of which were visible. I estimated Mel to be 36-26-32 and probably wore a 36C bra, if she wore a bra. Today, she must be wearing a bra, for I could not make out the outline of her luscious nipples through her tank top.

Melissa sat down on the bench beside me and unzipped her back pack, retrieving her calculus text and her note book. She wore a perfume of light aromatic spices and the aroma wafted toward me in the gentle breeze.

“I wonder where Courtney and Vladmir are. It is already 3:10,” I said, continuing, “But let’s get started.”

For the next 20 minutes, we went through evaluation of derivatives. I showed Mel my bag of tricks with short cuts and how to memorize some of the derivatives. Needless to say, she was impressed. Still there was no sign of my other two students.

We finished the tutoring session at four and Melissa paid me my $12 for the hour.

“Want to go grab a bite to eat?” she asked putting her books away and zipping up her back pack.

I said, “Where?”

Melissa said, “Let’s go to the Greek Nook near the Student Union.”

I replied, “Okay. I love their souvalki.”

We then walked over to the Greek Nook. It just took us ten minutes. The place was empty, may be too early for the dinner crowd and too late for the lunch crowd. We placed our order, souvalaki and Greek salad for me, and lamb sausage with mint and Dolma for Mel. The food was ready in less than ten minutes. We both were hungry, for we ravenously devoured our food. This was one of the unusual places with a liquor license and so I decided to indulge myself with a shot of ouzo.

“What is ouzo?” asked Melissa innocently.

“It is fennel liqueur – pretty strong smelling. You need to have an acquired taste for it,” I replied. “Want to try some?”

Melissa nodded and took a sip. Immediately she started coughing and almost gagging, saying, canlı bahis “This is nasty, but good.” She then quaffed off the remainder of the drink from my shot glass.

I ordered another round for each of us.

“This is making me feel weird,” said Melissa.

“Yes, it is pretty strong stuff.”

“But this place is fucking cold. I thought the booze would warm me up. Either they have no heat or the air-conditioning is on. Idiots!”

I could see the goose bumps on her arms, shoulder, thighs and legs.

“You must be cold. Unfortunately, I didn’t bring a sweater or a jacket to offer you one. It is so warm and sunny outside. If you want, you can come sit next to me.”

“I will,” she said, taking a seat next to me. I noticed that she was shivering slightly.

“Want me to hold you to keep you warm?” I volunteered.

“Please!” Melissa replied.

I put my arm around her shoulder and squeezed her close to me. I could feel the chill she was experiencing. After a few minutes, she stopped shivering.

“Let me rub your skin to improve circulation and increase the skin temperature,” I said.

I placed my right hand on her right thigh and started rubbing it slowly but tenderly. I repeated the maneuver with her left thigh. Meanwhile, my left hand massaged her neck and her midriff. The goose bumps appeared to be taking a break.

“That feels better,” Mel said.

Meanwhile, my right hand was moving further up her left thigh venturing farther and farther. As she sat with her feet curled up on the seat so as to minimize her body profile and retain her body heat, I noticed that some of her pubic hair was sticking out of the shorts on her left thigh side. This might have been the combined result of her shorts being too skinny, her thighs being up on the bench, and possibly her bush being too long! At this point, I wouldn’t venture to hazard a guess or assign blame. Her pubic hair was light brown, not blonde like her real hair, for her bush must not have been exposed to the sun or its bleaching effects at all. Oh, I am not complaining, but enjoying the sight of it. My right hand was advancing up to make contact with her pubic hair, which felt smooth and silky. My index finer managed to find its way inside her shorts so as to explore the roots of her bush.

Melissa did not appear to mind one bit. Once my index finger found its way, I was able to feel her pussy lips without any difficulty, albeit her shorts being too tight. My index finger explored the depths of her pussy, which felt slippery and sticky, enabling me to guide my finger gingerly up her cavern. Her tunnel was even moister, reminding me of underground damp caverns with lush growth of fern on their walls. I moved my finger up and down her cunt and with the help of two other fingers that I managed to get under her shorts, I was able to grab her clit and twist it gently clockwise and counterclockwise in rhythmic motion.

Melissa apologized, “It is probably dirty down there. I didn’t have a chance to shower this morning because I woke up late and rushed to my class. I went to bed late last night since I was studying for the test.”

“Don’t apologize,” I said, “The dirtier, the stickier, the better!”

I heard Mel sigh and then moan, ever so slowly. Her hip was slightly rising up and down from her seat in rhythmic motion.

“Oh, wow!” she exclaimed, “And all I thought you were good at was calculating limits and derivatives.”

“I have mathematically modeled a pussy before,” I answered, “With flexible boundary conditions. It’s quite complex!”

“I can believe that,” said Mel, “But let’s not talk about calculus now. Squeeze my boobs!”

I shut up and continued playing with her pussy, my fingers moving deeper and deeper like a piston and stroking her cunt back and forth. I used my other free hand to glide it under her tank top towards her breasts. I quickly found the bra and caressed it on the outside. She had on a designer type of bra with pretty thick padding and thus I might have overestimated her size originally. Nevertheless, bahis siteleri as my fingers slid under the bra I was able to feel her still sizeable breasts, a little cool and moist. I cupped the right breast in my palm and started squeezing it as requested. Mel started sighing some more. I repeated the action on the other breast also which unfortunately had to wait its turn, for I only had one free hand, the other being engaged in her pussy tunnel exploration. I was able to manipulate her nipples so that they were now fully erect and warm. Their texture felt smooth to my touch and it reminded me of stroking the leaves of a lamb’s ear plant. Just under her left nipple, I came across a stray hair and started playing with it, tugging it a little.

“Stop that,” said Melissa, “It’s embarrassing. My trimmer must have missed it!”

I am a person who is tuned in to all senses – sight, taste, smell and texture. So I took a break, withdrew the hand that was under her shorts and smelled my fingers.

The smell immediately sent a shock up my spine. I smelled her slippery and sticky cunt juice. It was musky and slightly fishy, possibly because her pussy was confined for a few hours under her shorts and not being able to breathe, despite no panties. I then started licking my fingers and could now assign a taste to the odor I smelled. Her cunt juice tasted salty and sour. Immediately, my pilot juice started flowing in my cock, which, like a crane wanted to assert its presence and independence.

Melissa noticed my member rising in my pants and wasted no time unzipping my fly. My cock had, on its own, managed to escape through the flap of my underwear and so Mel had no difficulty clamping her right hand tightly around my rigid member.

“Hot and solid,” she summarized her assessment, as she peeled back the foreskin of my uncircumcised cock in order to get a full view of my crown. My cock had already shed a couple of drops of pilot juice which were flowing down my rod. My crown was a little sticky to her touch as a result of not only my pilot, but also dried urine from before. My uncircumcised cock and the sanctuary the foreskin afforded the crown enhanced the chemical crystallization process resulting in the formation of a fine white annular film at the base of my crown. As Mel squeezed my cock, more pilot juice drops came out. She seemed to enjoy this. She smeared the pilot all over my crown and around its base making sure that the white residue dissolved partially in the liquid, thus forming a slurry. She then started stroking my cock, up and down. The pilot helped lubricate her hand so that she was gliding her hand smoothly up and down my long, fully erect shaft.

Meanwhile, I was not quite done stroking her yet. I inserted my left arm though her shorts from the back side and immediately launched an attack on her buttocks. She had small, soft buns. I stroked them tenderly. They felt very smooth as my left hand glided up and down her butt cheeks. Finally, my left index finger located her asshole. The entire area around her rim was sticky. I wasn’t sure if it was heavy perspiration, applied skin lotion or inadequately wiped asshole. But I was thrilled since my left middle finger penetrated her anus rather easily.

Melissa yelled out a shriek, “Ooh. I wasn’t expecting that!”

But since she did not protest, I assumed implied consent for my finger to go deeper up her ass. The insides of her asshole were smooth and buttery in texture. My pilot continued its copious flow as my middle finger moved up and down her asshole. Mel’s moans increased in intensity and pitch. I stroked her radial striations emanating from the middle of her asshole to her rim. I used my index finger to play with her clit and stroke it gently. Meanwhile, Melissa was enjoying the pilot flowing out of my cock and continuing to stroke my cock up and down, but gently. I was wondering if she was going to suck on my dick and swallow it, but instead, periodically she licked my pilot from her fingers, lubricated her fingers with her own saliva and continued to punish me bahis şirketleri with her stroking. My entire shaft was now drenched in liquid, my pilot and her saliva.

“Who needs a blow job when she can simulate one?” I thought.

You must be wondering if anyone was watching us perform our hand jobs. But as I said, there was nobody else around and the clerk was located around the corner from where she could not see us.

Melissa then said, “Let’s see if we can finish this off although discreetly because this is a public place. I don’t want to get us arrested.”

“Okay,” I said. “Come and sit on me and we will manage.”

Melissa sat on my lap. My cock was still up, orthogonal as they say in calculus terms. I didn’t want her to take off her shorts so that she wouldn’t be caught with her pants down (so to say) should anyone happen to be wandering over to our area. The fact that her shorts were so skinny was helpful because I could guide my cock beneath her shorts and get close to the target. It was not easy and it took a few trials before I could get my cock up her pussy. The angle was awkward but it went in. I moved Mel up and down slowly, saying, “Maintain your own pace if you’d rather.”

Melissa gently moved up and down, her wet pussy sliding effortlessly up and down and around my fully aroused cock. As she descended, her weight squeezed my balls slightly, causing further excitement for me. She slowly increased her speed so that we were now doing 30 strokes per minute (30 RPM for those who are automotively-inclined). Her moaning continued at a steady pace, keeping rhythm with the staccato of our motion. Then, as she increased her fucking frequency to around 60 RPM, she moaned louder and went into convulsions as she cried out, “Oh, God, Harry. You math fucker! You have found my derivative, my asymptote and my limit and I’m coming!” climaxing soon after. Her entire body quivered and then she collapsed, exclaiming, “That was great! Did you come?”

I replied, “Not yet. But I want to fuck your asshole.”

“Go ahead. It is probably very dirty down there, but who cares, huh?” she said.

Once my intention was communicated, I wasted no time in transferring my cock into her asshole. The stickiness enabled me to glide my cock easily up her otherwise tight ass. Right away, I went to 60 RPM, enjoying every stroke as my member felt her smooth insides. May be it was all the agitation her insides experienced but Melissa could not control letting out what sounded like a fart. It made a high pitched noise and immediately I felt something warm and gooey touching the crown of my cock.

Melissa quickly exclaimed, “I am so sorry. I couldn’t control it.”

“That’s all right. Happens to the best of people,” I consoled Mel.

The gas trying to escape her ass had very little room around my cock but it managed to bubble out producing a pungent aroma.

I continued pumping her ass not being bothered by her farting episode. Once I reached 90 RPM, I could no longer contain it. I exploded, spewing around two teaspoonfuls (10 milliliters) of my salty, creamy, viscous and hot cum into her asshole. The ejaculation came in a major explosion followed by five smaller aftershocks, after which I settled down to just holding Mel for the next several minutes.

At this point, I started smelling my cum as it was flowing down my shaft, possibly mixed with her anal fluids. I picked up a few napkins from the holder on the table. I gently lifted Mel up and placed the napkin around my cock and her ass making sure to catch the liquid and any possible semisolids before they drained elsewhere. I wiped my cock dry and wiped her ass and offered Mel the wadded napkins. The napkins were tainted pale yellow and brown, “My cum and your stuff combined,” I explained to her.

“Gross!” she remarked, “But whatever turns you on, besides calculus.”

I took a few more fresh napkins and placed them under her asshole inside her shorts, saying, “For good measure, so that you don’t go dripping our juices around all over town!”

I put my cock back into my pants and zipped up. The immediate area smelled strongly of our juices.

I said, “Let’s get the hell out of here before they start smelling this too.”

We left the Student Union.

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Reed and Kris’s story continues in this second chapter and I want to take the opportunity to thank those of you that gave chapter one a high rating and followed me. I was encouraged and motivated to know people read and liked the story.

Disclaimer: this is a First Time story in a broad sense. If you are looking for a strict loss-of-virginity story, you may want to keep searching. That said, I don’t think chapter 2 will disappoint.

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“I wouldn’t be a lesbian again,” Kris said. I’d been looking up lyrics to a song and fumbled my phone. “Women are complicated and society is fucked.”

I rode shotgun in her super-charged midnight-blue Jetta. I leaned down and found my phone hiding under my seat. We were en route to Kris’s esthetician who she saw every other Tuesday. The sun floated high in a cloudless sky and the cracked windows sang a mild drone. Summer would be here soon and Kris and I would end our fitness class together. My heart lurched at the thought we might end too.

“Wait, what?”

Kris downshifted and the engine growled, tearing us past a grey minivan that had the audacity to go the speed limit. We vaulted back to ninety and Kris’s eyes brightened.

“Don’t get me wrong, women are hot. Much softer than men,” she said.

“No, I mean—you were a lesbian?”

“For a year after college I lived with a woman. But men are more straightforward. Easier.” At twenty, Kris took a four year break from college. “I got tired of going out with her and being judged.”

“Oh.” Auburn wisps of hair escaped her bun and lingered near the back of her neck. They frolicked in the wind from the open window and pleaded with me to come play.

“But I miss the sex. Most women don’t want to fuck me once I tell them I have a boyfriend.”

It had been several weeks since our intimate moment on her couch. She had waited until after I’d come into my boxers to tell me she had a boyfriend. I knew our friendship should change; I should withdraw from her. But I couldn’t overcome her gravity. I saw her more, five to six nights a week. She said we were good friends—emphasis on friends. She still wanted me to cuddle with her though.

I opened my mouth, but words refused to form.

“Trevor knows and is okay with me fucking other girls.” Trevor is her boyfriend. She told me he made good money as a night-time construction worker on roadways, possessed a very large dick and reached into the sky at six two. I hadn’t met him.

“Oh.” My hands closed into fists; I knew how to use larger words than ‘oh.’

We drove south and the sun licked my right arm. I wedged my body into two-thirds of the seat to find shade; redheads have sensitive skin.

“Don’t be so judgmental.”

“I’m not.”

“Well you look it.” Her finger tapped the steering wheel.

I attempted to focus on her face and failed. Her ample breasts swelled out of a powder blue tank top. Long legs emerged from a pleated charcoal grey miniskirt and stretched down into her delicate feet. The white French tips of her toenails contrasted with her mocha skin and strappy black heels. Even her tapping finger emanated waves of sensuality that were, by some power foreign to me, palpable. Her glimpses were worse; they elicited an urge to be absorbed by her. I couldn’t judge her—her attentions made me significant.

“I’m just surprised.” My voice sounded too high.

The engine grumbled into the parking lot. I didn’t want our conversation to end this way either.

Kris wrapped her hand around mine. “It’s perfectly normal for couples to have open relationships. It makes them healthier.” She dropped my hand in her lap and my cock hardened. She parted her legs and my hand sunk between her warm thighs. She cradled my neck with her hand and whispered, “Our rule is that he has to be there when I fuck other men.”

“Oh.” So much for using bigger words.

I wondered, not for the first time, if Trevor knew about me and what his girlfriend and I had done. I turned my hand and my fingers pressed into her thigh. She smelled of jasmine and musk. I stared at her.

“Yes?” she said.

“A couple weeks ago, on the couch—”

“We were just having fun.”

“Oh, okay.” I felt like I’d eaten something sketchy.

“And getting to know one another.” She widened her legs. My pinky moved to the heat further up her thigh. My stomach settled. She sighed. “We’re going to be late, let’s go in.”

My eyes adjusted to the soft office light. A young woman in her early-twenties greeted us. I’d been raised by my Christian parents not to have ‘impure’ thoughts, but I noticed her white blouse clung to her breasts. I tried to imagine her naked, but I conjured images of Kris instead.

“Good illegal bahis afternoon, Kris. Here for your 1:30 appointment?” The receptionist’s cheeks dimpled when she smiled.

“You know I wouldn’t miss a date with you, Jane.” Kris pivoted towards me. With both of us in view, she winked. Jane’s dark hair swept her shoulders when she giggled.

“You can go back now, she’s ready for you.” Kris moved away and Jane’s eyes lingered on her. I thought I would sit in the waiting room, but Kris took my hand and led me with her.

Kris’s heels sunk into the burgundy carpet that lined the hallway. Puckered depressions trailed behind her. We passed a print titled Venus of Urbino; a blemishless woman lay on a white sheet atop a scarlet cushion, exposed save for a hand between her thighs. Her eyes hosted an invitation and a puppy slept at her feet. I found it odd that a woman and child played in the background, oblivious to the nude woman behind them and unphased by the lewd exchange I engaged in.

Someone tugged my hand and I turned. Kris looked at me, one eyebrow arched and her lips lifted on one side. I had stopped at the nude painting. My cheeks burned.

At our destination a lanky woman named Trix met us. I thought of the cereal and smiled at her. Her sapphire eyes smiled through the blonde curls that framed her face and fell to her chest. The overhead lights turned her hair to gold.

“Hi Kris, is this the handsome young man you’ve been telling me about?” She appraised me and then smiled. “You were right, he’s cute.”

I didn’t know how to respond, so I didn’t.

“You know the routine,” Trix said to Kris and pointed to the massage table with an open palm. She had clean hands with short unpolished nails. I found a seat in the corner of the room next to a small cherrywood table covered with crime novels.

“Oh Trix, you like crime thrillers?” Conversation always makes me feel less awkward.

When I looked up Kris was removing her top. Her elongated body complemented her breasts, which filled out a black lace bra. Trix saw me fixated on Kris and didn’t respond to my question.

“You can put your clothes on the counter over there,” Trix said.

“Red can hold my clothes.” Kris discarded her top in my lap and hid my arousal. Her skirt fell to her feet. She stepped aside and I leaned over to retrieve it. My hair brushed her stomach when I sat back up.

She unhooked her bra and let it fall into my lap. “This one’s my favorite, guard it for me?” she said. Several weeks before, she had worn round silver nipple rings, but now I looked at horizontal black bars with balls on the ends. She kissed my cheek and thanked me. Her hand brushed my cock as she turned around and walked to the table.

A narrow strip of black lace hugged her waist and disappeared between her flexing cheeks. Heels elongated her legs and she mounted the table with little effort.

“Trevor doesn’t mind Reed seeing you naked?” Trix said.

“I don’t know, I haven’t mentioned it.” Kris laughed. “Red is a virgin.” As if that explained everything. My name is Reed but Kris always called me Red because of my hair.

Kris stretched out face up on the massage table while Trix went over her body with needles and an extractor. Kris reminded me of the painting in the hallway. I was the puppy at her feet.

“What are you doing, Trix?” I said. She explained the process of cleaning pores. I didn’t understand the need to assault Kris’s perfect body, but I didn’t argue. I can’t remember what we talked about while Trix worked, but I recall trying to be charming.

My body burned and I doubted my brain received an adequate supply of blood. She turned over and I glimpsed a pink strip of flesh nestled within two black strips between her legs—she wore a crotchless thong. I silently thanked Kris for her skirt.

“Red gives the best massages.” Kris said. Her ass tightened at a twinge of pain.

“Oh, I love massages. My shoulders get so tense,” Trix said.

Kris laughed. “I’m sure he’d be good at shoulder massages too.”

—

On our way out Kris invited Jane to her apartment that Friday night. Trevor was out of town on a job and she wanted to have a girl’s night. She promised there would be gobs of lubricant. When Jane giggled, Kris said, “Wine of course.”

When we got in the car I released a long held breath; Jane and Trix hadn’t mentioned the bulge in my pants. Strands of hair clutched Kris’s neck and her cheeks glowed. The engine roared and she turned the air on. I lowered the window to release some heat.

“Are you coming?” Kris said. For a moment I thought she referred to my current erection and premature climax several weeks before. “To our party on Friday?”

“Sure.” She had called it a girl’s night, but I didn’t question her. When she entered the car, her skirt had climbed long tan legs and mounted her thighs. The air conditioner caused the thin fabric to billow. “Who’s coming?”

“Just Jane and you.” Kris parted her legs. “I invited Trix, but she had plans.” She illegal bahis siteleri leaned her head back against the headrest and closed her eyes.

“Okay.” I wondered if the air brushed the nakedness between the flimsy strips of her thong.

“I’ve been in the mood for a small intimate night, if that’s okay with you.”

“Yeah, sure.” I tried to be cool. The engine’s vibrations caused her inner thighs to quiver.

She opened her eyes and put the car into gear.

—

I didn’t see Kris outside of class for the rest of the week and I barely slept. I spent my nights in contemplation of endless possibility. When I managed to doze off I dreamed of black lace and scarlet pillows; I drowned in exotic caverns.

Friday came as a relief. I rapped on her door, enveloped in the dark passageway to her in-law apartment. My phone read a couple minutes before nine. Maybe she stepped out for something. I got my phone out. My thumb was above the call button when the door opened. She stood in front of me, body pivoted on one leg with her hand on her hip. Her wet hair fell behind her shoulders and she wore a plush white towel. She looked golden, illuminated by her favorite table lamp in the corner of the room.

“I’m sorry, I’m a bit early.” I put the phone back in my pocket.

“Oh, it’s fine.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me in for a long hug. Her wet hair tickled my neck and her chest pressed against me through the fuzzy fabric. I squeezed her. She still smelled of jasmine and musk. “I’m so glad you could come. Tonight should be fun.”

An empty wine glass sat on the table.

“Before my shower,” she said, “Jane texted she was running a bit late. You can help make the hors d’oeuvres.”

I followed Kris into the kitchen and she set me to work; I spread cream cheese on crackers with smoked salmon. Her hips swayed as she walked away and I noticed the towel fell just inches beneath the curve of her ass. She hesitated, and then bent over. The towel lifted and her cheeks spread. She’d been waxed; a dark slit glistened between pink lips. An indentation further up, pink and puckered, contrasted with the rest of her. She straightened and her ass rounded into soft curves again, a fleshy curtain drawn across the delicate contours of her sex. She held a fallen pen cap.

She looked back at me. “Oops,” she said, and grinned. She trotted to me, kissed my cheek, and skipped out of the room.

I’d made the difficult decision to wear sweatpants. I knew the charcoal-grey cotton was too thin to cloak an erection, but it would be more comfortable than my tight denim. Besides, Kris said to dress casually. I masturbated twice that morning so I wouldn’t harden so readily. Kris’s welcome thwarted my efforts. I looked down. Kris had seen me hard before; the thought relieved me. I didn’t care what Jane, a stranger, thought. At least that’s what I told myself.

When Jane knocked, Kris came out from her room to open the door. She had donned a form fitting sweater-dress that had a turtleneck and no sleeves. Diamond cutouts trailed up the sides and created the illusion the sweater was duo-toned. It fell four inches above her fingertips—short enough to see her inner thighs curve back in, but not to see if she wore anything underneath.

Kris greeted Jane with the same intimate hug she had given me. When their embrace ended, Kris stood on her toes to greet Jane with a kiss. It lingered long enough to make me wonder if they had fucked. Jane’s flushed cheeks indicated they had not.

Jane stepped into the kitchen and greeted me, “Hi Reed.”

“Hi Jane.” I handed her a cracker and caught the scent of vanilla perfume. Her burgundy top and black sweats, made of similar material to mine, clung to her curves. She must have taken off her shoes at the door; her toenails matched her fingernails: a dark purple shade that complemented her pale skin.

“Mmm, I’m famished,” Jane said and placed the morsel in her mouth. Her tongue matched the shade of her lipgloss. When she swallowed, a speck of cream cheese remained on her lip. Before I could say anything, Kris wiped it off with her finger and put it in her mouth.

“Thanks,” Jane said. Her cheeks lifted in a smile and her cheeks turned rosy.

Kris poured three glasses of wine and we talked for a while. Jane liked her job because she got to meet lots of different people. Kris looked forward to graduating college in another year; it required a lot more work than she had remembered. They both seemed interested to know about my Christian upbringing and how I’d gone from proselytizing my classmates to renouncing my religious beliefs.

The first glass of wine clouded my head, but they laughed a lot and I tried to be charming.

While we drank our second glass, Kris would reach out and touch Jane: first her arm, and then her shoulder. Jane didn’t protest and Kris became bolder. She ran her hand across the side of Jane’s head and tucked her hair behind her ear. They stood inches apart.

“I like your earrings,” Kris whispered. She kept her canlı bahis siteleri hand wrapped around the back of Jane’s head for a moment. I wondered if they would kiss. Jane’s gold earrings contained round amethysts in the center. Kris and Jane didn’t need jewelry.

“Thanks,” Jane said and raised her cup to finish her second glass of wine. Kris did the same.

“You’re falling behind,” Kris said to me. I still had half a glass left. It took several long pulls, but I emptied mine too.

Jane excused herself to go to the ‘powder room.’ I smiled at that. Kris approached me and put her arm around my waist. I did the same and pulled her closer to me. Emboldened by wine, I pressed my fingers into several of the cutouts at her waist. Her warm flesh accommodated me. I marveled for a moment how a woman could be firm and yielding at the same time. I looked down and Kris leaned up to give me my first kiss, her lips closed but relaxed. I shut my eyes and my head spun. When her lips departed, I tasted cherries.

“Don’t be a prude tonight,” she said.

“Who, me?” I spread my arms and held my palms up. When she backed away I almost lost my balance.

“Jane’s hot.”

“I’ve seen hotter.”

“Don’t be an ass.” She leaned back into me. She stood on her toes and kissed my cheek. She paused for a moment and I realized she wanted me to kiss her again. I did and this time the kiss lingered. She gripped my upper lip between hers and sucked for a second before breaking away. The head of my cock twitched against a slick trail of cooling pre-cum in my boxers.

Jane came back and helped Kris light the candles around the room. I sat on the left side of the couch, Jane rested on the right, and Kris crawled into my lap. I remembered Kris telling me that the dark is full of possibility. Candlelight intensifies the effect.

I knew she could feel my cock throb against her ass. Maybe she attempted to hide it. If anything, she made it worse. I took a sip from the glass in my right hand and spread the fingers of my left hand into the diamond cutouts, this time higher up her torso. I didn’t find a bra. Kris angled to the left so Jane didn’t notice my explorations.

They chatted for a while about nothing and we continued to drink. I followed the rhythm of their lips and pretended to pay attention to the conversation while Kris caressed my arm. Her right leg stretched across the couch and her foot rubbed Jane’s. I continued to inch my fingers further into Kris’s dress. In time my index finger nestled in the warm crevice where her breast met her ribcage.

“So then he told the manager I grabbed him! I couldn’t believe it,” Kris said.

I had missed something. My fingers continued their gentle movements while I attempted to comprehend the conversation.

Jane’s eyes opened wide and she shook her head. “I can’t imagine.”

“The money was good and most of the customers were respectful. But some guys were just assholes.”

I didn’t know Kris had been an exotic dancer. That explained her break from college. I intended to say something, but Kris rotated her hips and her ass massaged my cock. I lost my train of thought and needed to touch more. I put my right hand on her inner thigh, in view of Jane, and massaged up her leg. When I reached the hem of her dress, she placed her hand on mine and stopped me.

“We should play a game!” Kris said. I noticed the grandfather clock next to the television. It read midnight. The candles flickered and made me dizzy. Kris and Jane became faeries around a campfire.

“Ok,” Jane said.

I remained quiet and they looked at me.

“I know it’s stupid since we’re not nineteen.” Kris kissed my nose and continued, “Well, since I’m not—but we’re in college after all.”

“I think I know what you’re thinking,” Jane said.

“Truth or dare!” they said.

“What’s truth or dare?” I knew the game, but wanted to hear Kris explain it.

Jane picked up the bottle of wine, our fourth, and filled our glasses. Kris remained nestled in my lap, but had stopped her movements while she explained the rules. We would take turns and ask each other “truth or dare.” The person could choose if they wanted to answer a question or accept a challenge. If they wanted to opt out they had to drink.

“Okay,” I said, “who goes first?”

“I will,” Jane said. “Reed, truth or dare?”

I wasn’t ready for a dare, so I said, “Truth.”

“What are you most self-conscious about?”

“Oh, that’s easy. I don’t think I’m muscular enough and I’m too pale.”

Kris kissed my ear. Bumps formed on my neck and arms and my cock kicked against her ass. She wiggled and smirked at me. “You’re so adorable,” she said, and rubbed her nose against my cheek. “It’s your turn, sweetie.”

“Okay, Kris, truth or dare?” She got off my lap and sat on the table in front of the couch. My cock tented my pants. I didn’t try to cover up; I’d either gained confidence or was too inebriated to care. She placed her hands flat on the table behind her, leaned back, and crossed her legs at the knees.

“Dare,” she said. Three-and-a-half empty wine bottles sat next to her. She challenged me with her green eyes.

I took a risk and went to the freezer. I came back and said, “Hold this ice cube in your navel for one minute.”

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“How’s the gym?” Nora asked, idly stirring the straw in her choco-caramel milkshake. She wished she hadn’t let him order it for her. Some traditions should be changed, she had decided, but she was already halfway through this calorific, creamy beverage and hating every second of enjoying it.

“Gym’s great. Business is steady,” Adrian answered after swallowing his big bite of greasy burger. It wasn’t a cheat day, since he didn’t bother with those any more and just let himself indulge every now and then. He had kept a controlled diet for most of his life anyway and continued to do so. He didn’t offer much more about work than that, assuming his daughter was politely making conversation since this session of Nora and Adrian Seaburys’ weekly lunches had been rather quiet. She never was all that interested in his fitness hobby-turned-profession.

“Still training?” she asked, but contemplating her milkshake and not sparing her father more than a glance.

“Just my usual routine,” he replied, dipping his fries into the smeared dollop of ketchup on the paper. Just a single packet. No need for excess. “I stopped being a PT a while ago.”

He watched his daughter nod and ate quietly for a few more oblivious seconds. Adrian would have looked young for his age if not for the wiry salt and pepper color running through his trim head of hair, and the crows feet when he smiled. He was clean shaven and muscled and Nora always felt like a blob next to him. “Is something up?” he had to ask. They didn’t often have super lively conversations but she seemed especially down today. Low energy, he would say. “Milkshake not good?”

Nora looked up then, feeling her cheeks heat despite her father’s completely innocent question.

“It’s fine,” she lied, dropping the straw. Then she frowned at herself and pushed the tall metal cup away. “Actually, no. I shouldn’t have gotten it.” Adrian raised an eyebrow. Ah. “I’m trying to cut down.”

“Nonsense,” her father responded quickly. “You look great. You look healthy.” At that, Nora gritted her teeth. Healthy. She never understood why he used that word like that. Just say fat.

“I’m overweight, dad,” she said, trying to tamp down her unreasonably rising anger. Adrian scoffed. He only ever saw the prettiest creature on earth when he looked at his daughter.

“That’s just a bit of baby fat, Nora,” he said, ever the reassuring father.

“I’m twenty-eight.”

“Well you look awesome,” stated Adrian, as if that was the end of that. He took another bite of his burger, then slowed down his chewing at the glare he saw from the younger Seabury.

“Dad, you run a gym. You know what ‘healthy’ should look like,” she reminded him. It was Adrian’s turn to frown and he started wiping his fingers with a handful of napkins.

“Exactly,” he said, leaning back in the booth. It was hard to make a full assessment with the baggy layers Nora tended to wear, but he had enough experience to make an educated guess. “What are you about a hundred and fifty pounds? At your height? That’s maybe a little over BMI but eh that stuff is whatever. Trust me you’re not fat.”

“A hundred and fi-” Nora couldn’t believe the man would just blurt out a number like that and plough on. “Oh my god nevermind.” She wanted to bury her head in her arms on the table but just stared at her half eaten meal instead. She had lost her appetite, which was a good thing in her mind.

“Nora, what’s the matter really?” her father tried, and she looked up into kind blue eyes. She sighed and tried to push the last thirty seconds out of her mind.

“Nothing dad,” she said, self-esteem notwithstanding. “I was just… I actually wanted to ask you for help. Y’know, get me training. Help me get me a… beach body.” There was a puzzled blink returned.

“Beach body? Honey you’re already gorgeous!” her dad went on wholeheartedly. Adrian really did think his daughter was the most beautiful woman in the world, which he guessed was maybe what a father was always meant to think but he was confident that he wasn’t being biased. Nora was not convinced, well aware of the potential partiality.

“Dad,” she started again, teeth gritted. “Are you going to help me or not?” There were mixed emotions in Adrian now. Perhaps over the years, knowing how disinterested his daughter had been in pursuing athletics or focusing that much on fitness, but was otherwise perfectly healthy, he had built up an automatic response to any doubts about her physical appearance. He showered her with unyielding support and praise, always. When Anne had died he might have overcorrected in that regard, but his daughter was smart and pretty and healthy. He never knew how else to help and was honestly amazed how capable she turned out with him as the bumbling single father.

Now, suddenly, after years of not caring that Nora didn’t care about the one thing he was an expert in, she was asking for his help.

“Of course!” he snapped, surprising them both with his quick excitement. He tempered himself but couldn’t completely control the wide grin on his face. “You’ll always be gorgeous to me though.”

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****

Nora regretted buying the outfit. It was tight but comfortable, and she looked awful in it. She wished she had a clean t-shirt to cover herself with. She glared at her stupidity in the mirror. A sports bra? Really? She knew she wasn’t obese by any stretch, but she still hated her body. She hadn’t been ‘slim’ since before puberty but still. She pulled at her love handles. She hated that name as much as she hated seeing them. Cutesy and obscene at the same time. What was it meant to insinuate? Bits of flab to hang onto while you got fucked?

She shook her head, trying to dislodge negative thoughts because she knew they were draining. She turned, twisting a little at the waist to test her flexibility. At least the tights did make her legs look a bit better. The compression made her feel more shapely than just a shape. But she knew that was just an illusion too. She sighed.

“Everything alright in there?” her father’s voice filtered through the bathroom door. She didn’t want to go out there, but she sucked it up, figuratively, and opened the door. Her father filled the doorway and his eyes lit up. “You look g-“

“Don’t,” Nora cut him off, raising a finger. With a smirk he took out his phone and raised it in front of him. “What are you doing?” she gasped, horrified and taking a step back.

“Trust me, this will be worth it,” said her father, taking aim with his camera. “We’ll take another one in three weeks and you’ll be happily surprised.” Nora frowned at the man, but after a moment reluctantly lowered her arms. At least she knew he wouldn’t show anybody else her disgusting ‘before’ photo, and she did look forward to comparing a hopefully better ‘after’ photo down the line. She heard a digital beep of the camera shutter and he nodded, satisfied.

“Done? Good.” She brushed past him. Adrian watched her walking away and had to sigh as well. He knew about people’s insecurities. Knew what some of his old clients thought of themselves when looking in the mirror. And sure, a number of them really did need to reassess their lifestyles and recognize that the person in the reflection could shed a few dozen pounds, but his Nora was not like that. She wasn’t a supermodel, of course, but the meat on her bones was pretty pleasant in his eyes. As far as he could tell most of the fat Nora had put on over the years had accumulated in her bust and her backside. What was the term that new trainer at work taught him? Thicc?

He took another look at the photo of his unhappy little girl. Adrian would concede that perhaps Nora really did look a lot like her mother which was why he saw nothing wrong with her proportions. He hadn’t really gotten a chance to appreciate the woman his daughter had become with the conserative way she usually dressed. She really was stunning in her father’s eyes, even if she doubted that. He only saw the slight paunch of her stomach (which he was going to attribute mostly to his daughter’s terrible posture) as baby fat that hardly needed ‘correcting’. Adrian had to put it out of his mind and get back into the thought process of a personal trainer. He could help her get leaner if that’s what she wanted.

“Alright, let’s get you that beach body,” he said, determined, following his daughter through her apartment.

****

Nora could not understand how her father was barely sweating. Intellectually she knew why, but seeing him just standing there, breathing normally while she was almost doubled over and dripping with perspiration was infuriating and mildly disheartening. She was twenty years younger than him. They had only been working out for 15 minutes.

“Alright, that was a good warm up,” Adrian said, clapping his hands together.

“What?” Nora felt her knees wobbling and stared up at the man in disbelief.

“C’mon, Nora,” he went on, familiar with this dance. “Let’s keep that blood pumping. Cardio is vital and the best way to cut fat.”

The woman in her heard the words but the girl wanted to rest, and a rare brattiness emerged that quickly won over the body. She dropped onto her butt then let herself melt back onto the yoga mat. She would be laying on her couch if he hadn’t pushed it back to make space for the workout.

“Nora,” warned her father.

“Just give me a minute,” she said, considering herself a full grown woman who should be allowed to lie down in her own home if she wanted to. Adrian loomed over her, arms crossed over his bare chest. He only wore a pair of shorts and wrist band, and while his abs were no longer a clean cut impression he was very obviously muscled. She pulled her eyes away and stared at the ceiling. “Can’t we just… do something for around here? I just wanna get rid of all this really,” Nora sighed, gesturing around her exposed midsection and refraining from gripping onto her ‘handles’ for effect.

“That’s not how it works,” her father chuckled. “Doing a thousand crunches isn’t just going to magically shred belly fat away.” He got down onto his knees and held onto her illegal bahis siteleri ankles, pushing her feet back so her knees rose up. “But we can start with twenty.”

She felt his pressing grip and took a deep breath. Twenty didn’t sound so bad, so she went to sit up. “Good,” he said.

Nora reached for her knees, straining. “One,” counted her father. She slumped back and took a breath. She went up again. It wasn’t too bad. “Two.” Then down again. There was a tapping from her father’s finger on her foot. “Come on.” She stretched up and this time she barely touched her knees. “Three.”

Nora cursed under her breath. She didn’t realise just how unfit she was until today. Sure it had been several years since she had visited a gym, but she hadn’t lived a completely sedentary life. Why were a few sit ups so hard? “Up, Nora. Three.” She was mad at herself and that helped. “Four… Five. Good. Six.”

By the time he counted to fifteen she could barely move. She didn’t want to give up and pushed herself, her father’s encouragement in her ears.

“Ow… ow!” She winced and dropped back onto the mat, clutching her side. She felt the muscles underneath her flab twisting, alive under her hand. “Ow ow ow!”

Adrien moved swiftly, sliding next to her and pressing his hand onto her stomach.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he assured his daughter, rubbing her abdomen, thick fingers working through her skin. “Just a spasm. Just relax. Breathe.” Nora closed her eyes for a second and let him massage her and she tried to calm her panting. The twitching ceased and she exhaled with relief. She felt fingers brushing the hair out of her eyes and she opened them. Her father’s handsome face was smiling down at her, palm still against her stomach. Nora’s cheeks felt like they were burning worse than her abs. “You good?” he asked innocently.

“Yep!” she blurted, pushing herself upright with her arms. She grimaced at the slight discomfort in her midsection but that soon faded and her breath evened. There was sweat running down her back.

“Alright, drink,” he commanded, handing her a sports bottle. “A little bit.” She did so enthusiastically, the cool liquid a big help. He pulled it away before she could take more than a mouthful but didn’t hold it against him. “I’ll give you a few seconds but I want you up,” the trainer continued, getting to his feet. Nora nodded, staring straight ahead. She felt oddly energized and a few seconds later was ready to get on with her workout.

****

Nora’s legs were shaking and she was scared she might fall over in the shower. She let the hot water stream down her aching body, pressed her forehead against the cool tile. Every sensation felt good. The heat. The cold. Even the ache. She wasn’t sure how long that workout had been but she was glad her father had pushed her. It felt like she had accomplished something with her body, even if it looked exactly the same as it always did. She looked down at herself right now.

She noticed her nipples again and had been glad for the thickness of her supportive top. That memory of her father’s face intruded her thoughts, made her feel a pulse between her legs. Hastily she twisted the shower knob and hissed, the overwhelming heat washing over her. God that had been strange. She quickly turned everything off again and stood in the steam, watching the water swirl down the drain.

****

The younger Seabury was happy with her decision to not workout at a gym, despite her father’s insistence. She loved the convenience of being in her apartment. The access to her roomy shower. The lack of any daunting workout machines and most importantly nobody else to compare herself to. It was just her and her dad, and she was used to his ridiculous body already. Half of it was stuck in her fridge right now.

“I was going to order a salad,” she said, holding her bathrobe together with one hand and picking her phone up from her kitchen counter with the other.

“Those places add too much sugar and oil,” echoed her father’s voice in the cooler. He shut the door and was holding two square containers Nora didn’t own. “And I make the best salads.”

He placed them down on the counter and opened the lids to reveal a crisp arrangement of leafy green things, various beans, shredded carrots and some kind of pale protein. Nora was puzzled.

“When did you-” she began, then saw the big empty duffel bag he had sitting on a kitchen stool. She went over to open the fridge. Inside it was almost packed with identical boxes of her father’s premade meals, at least wherever there wasn’t beer or wine on the shelf. “You made all of this? You didn’t have to, dad. And… we had lunch two days ago.” That her father had made this much food in probably just one day had her wary.

“That’s the day I do meal prep,” Adrian shrugged, already seated and forking his salad. “I just made an extra batch for you.”

Nora blinked at her overstuffed fridge for a few seconds and shut it with a sigh. She couldn’t get mad at her dad for something like that, but it reminded her of those depressing school lunches back when she barely had an appetite at all most days. She pulled canlı bahis siteleri up a stool for herself and dug into the proffered meal while her father watched. He wasn’t succeeding at acting casual but she tried not to make a face as she examined the salad. It did look pretty. When she tasted it her eyebrows rose.

“This is good,” she said, surprised. Her father was beaming. To be fair, he did work hard to learn to cook for them after her mother passed, but by the time Nora was ready to go to college Adrian could manage about three recipes successfully, if he didn’t forget any steps or ingredients. This salad was something else. While it felt light, it was fresh and flavorful and she was even looking forward to maybe eating this twenty more times judging by the state of her fridge. “Maybe we should have less lunches out,” Nora suggested, speaking through a mouthful. “You’ve gotten really good.”

“Aw you’re a keeper, kid,” said her dad, chuffed and proud in equal measure. The corners of his eyes and mouth wrinkled pleasantly when he smiled. He was already halfway through his serving and looked around his daughter’s apartment from her very modern kitchen. “This place is great,” he said, which was probably what he had said the first time he had come over when she moved in but he didn’t really have other words than that.

Nora shrugged in response but was smiling too. The salad was really good and her body was so glad to be filling up with something after that intense session. Through no small effort of her studies, Nora had done pretty well for herself. It was really the pride in her father’s eyes the first time he saw the place that was the most satisfying part of getting the keys. She guessed that’s why he never pushed her into sports despite so obviously being a fitness nut himself.

She preferred books, and computers, and video games (which they got to overlap in a little) and once he recognized how well she could do in her studies there was no better cheerleader for her goals. Granted, she grew up probably a bit more insular than he would have liked but she had a tight knit group of equally nerdy friends. And she had a couple of boyfriends in college but Adrian had no problem with his daughter pursuing a career first. He was always so proud of how smart and ambitious she was compared to him. But he sensed she was probably ready to get back into the game, so to speak. “So you have plans for the summer?” Adrian asked her, as casually as he was able.

Nora was so busy enjoying her meal she could almost pretend she didn’t hear her father over the crisp leafiness.

“Hmm?” she hummed noncommittally.

“You said you wanted a beach body,” her dad recalled. “So I guess you want to go to the beach.” He was this close to knowingly tapping the side of his nose. “Is there a boy?”

“Oh god. There’s no boy, dad,” she said, rolling her eyes and stuffing her mouth with more salad so she wouldn’t have to explain herself for a few seconds. Adrian kept quiet, but over the years he could spot what really underpinned a client’s fitness goals besides improving one’s general wellbeing. A lot of them had an obvious commonality. “I was… thinking of dating again,” she admitted, now consciously avoiding looking at her phone on the table.

“You don’t need to wait ’til the summer for that,” her father asserted. “Guys will be swiping right and superliking you as soon as they spot your pic.” That he even knew the terms and used them correctly was horrifying enough to Nora and she almost choked on a cherry tomato.

“Please don’t tell me you’re on dating apps,” she said after clearing her throat. She regretted the insinuation immediately but Adrian showed no indication he took offense.

“Barret got me to download one last year,” he confessed. “Tried it a couple times. Don’t think that sort of thing is really for me though.” Barret was her dad’s business partner. He was the business side of the partnership really, while Adrian had been the one with the training and people skills that helped the gym thrive. At this point neither man had too much to do for the day to day running of the place, with her dad mainly managing and training up staff while Barret made sure the finances and facilities were in check.

“Phone,” Nora stated simply, offering an open palm. Adrian titled his head.

“Huh?”

“I know you still have the app installed. Let me see,” she demanded with a grin. Her father pulled out his out of date device, the screen cracked like a lightning bolt had skidded across the surface.

“Only coz I don’t know how to delete those things,” he said while handing it over.

Nora knew that a good looking personal trainer like her dad would probably do pretty well on a dating app. She did have to dig through a sea of random crap to find it though. He really hadn’t touched the thing in at least 6 months. The photos on his profile were good. The first was him in a sharp blue business suit that was probably one of half a dozen times he ever wore something like that, and his shoulders filled it out nicely. There were two of him shirtless in the midst of various workouts on gym equipment she couldn’t name, showing off biceps in one and an incredibly ripped back in the other. They were in artful black and white. “Those are pretty old but Barr said I should put them in,” explained Adrian, hovering over her shoulder. “He made me put a filter thingy on ’em.”

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“Tomorrow I have a case for you. Uh…I think that makes it the 10th one right?” Dr Peterson shyly asked. I smiled and said, “Yes doctor. Why don’t I pick it up Saturday?” He agreed and hung up. He churned those 10 cases faster than I thought. Oh well, money is money right?

The rest of the week went by without a hitch. I contemplated on what we were going to do. Should I really give him his money’s worth or should I just get it over with. My friends and I were going to meet up for drinks later. Should I let him fuck me bent over his desk or should I lay flat on my back and let my legs reach for the sky?

As I showered, I fought the urge to play with my ass and jerk off. No, I wanted this lust to build and boil inside of me. Who knows, maybe I’ll get to fuck him. I got out, and dressed. I was so horny just thinking about what I was going to do. Too bad my other clients weren’t into guys.

I arrived at his empty office and was ushered in. He immediately sat down in his chair, anticipating his treat like a puppy. I asked him where the 10th case was and he replied, “It’s on the front desk.”

“You haven’t been having any more issues with my work?” I asked as I pulled my t-shirt off. He shook his head no as he admired my body. I wickedly smiled and said, “…too bad.” I walked around the desk to stand in front of him. I put one foot on the chair, between his legs and pushed him back. I needed space for my little show.

I turned and assumed “the position.” I could somehow feel his cock harden while he sat there and stared at my backside. I slowly slid down my shorts and gave him full view what he’d earned. I could hear him stroking his cock through his slacks.

“Do you like what you see Dr. Peterson,” I asked? He made an audible grunt so I took that as a yes. With shaking hands, he reached out to touch my ass but I quickly swatted him away.

“Don’t be in such a rush doctor. You’ll get what’s cumming to you,” I wickedly said and continued, “Do you want me like this?” I turned while slowly stroking my cock and then sitting on his desk, spreading my legs and exposing it all to him. I once again asked, “Or like this?”

Dr. Peterson licked his lips illegal bahis while he clumsily free his cock from it’s confinement. I could help but lick my own lips. The memory of me on my knees with my cum covered mouth rushed into my brain. He breathlessly replied, “Like that.”

“Like that…what,” I questioned. His reply of “Like that, please.” brought a big smile to his face. I wondered if now would be a good time to up my price. I wanted to see how this went first.

With my legs still open I invited him to get what he earned. He pulled a condom from his pocket and kicked off his pants. As he made his way to me, he stripped off the rest of his clothes. The doctor rolled the rubber onto his stiff cock and just as he was about to poke me with it, i interrupted him, “Dr. Peterson, you don’t expect to just fuck me dry do you? That might hurt me.”

He looked around frantically. No lube in sight. I smiled another wicked smile and said, “Doctor, you don’t have any lube?” He stammered a no while still trying to find anything that could be used. Had him right where I wanted him.

“Dr. Peterson, looks like you’re just going to have to lube me some other way,” I suggested. He looked confused until it dawned on him what he had to do if he wanted my ass. With his cock still in hand. I saw him lower himself until all I saw was from the eyes up.

I heard him open his mouth and then felt the tip of his tongue on my rosebud. It sent electricity up my body. I couldn’t help to beg, “more, please more.” With a bit more courage, i felt his tongue again. He poked and prodded at my entrance with it. I moaned with delight as he built more confidence and circled my hole with his tongue. He probed me as he started to caress my legs. I was so horny and his tongue felt so good in me.

“Mmmm yeah. Lick my asshole doctor,” I moan. My cock is at full attention when he grips it and slowly strokes it. Dr. Peterson continued to fuck my hole with his tongue as I lost myself in ecstasy. I began to pinch and play with my nipples. I felt like such a dirty slut. I was nearly about to explode when I yelled, “Fuck me doctor! Fuck me now damnit!”

The good doctor needed no more illegal bahis siteleri of an invitation. With cock in hand, he guided towards my waiting ass. I hadn’t had a good fucking in a bit so I was beyond ready. I felt his soft tip at the entrance and then slide into me. Between his saliva from eating my ass and the lube on the condom, his hot cock slid in easy enough. I felt my ring stretch over his head and then felt him glide in, inch by inch. I gripped the edge of his desk and let out a groan.

It felt like eternity when I finally felt his balls make contact with my ass. I tilted my head up to see him. He was lost in his own world by now. He’d earned this piece of ass and now he was going to enjoy it. I urged him, “Come on doctor, fuck me.” He lifted my legs to rest on his shoulders and he pulled me towards him. Oh he was serious now.

Dr. Peterson pulled back and I felt every inch of his cock reverse out of me. Just as I felt his head stretch my anal ring again, he pushed it back in. I let out an, “Ohhhhhh.” He did it again and again. Building up more momentum with each thrust. The doctor started to give me a good fucking. He slammed his cock into me over and over again. My legs fell to the side and he held them up under my knees as he continued to pound my ass. I could feel and hear his balls slap against me.

I watched the doctor fuck me and noticed he was not really looking at me but passed me. He started to mumble between grunts as he fucked me, “…you like that whore…teach you…never in your ass…your ass is mine.” He was imaging that he was fucking his horrible wife. That got me hot. I jerked my own cock and yelled, “Fuck my ass! Fuck it harder!” He obliged and I couldn’t hold it any longer. String after string of my cum shot out and onto my chest. I threw my head back and I yelled out in ecstasy.

With a growl, he surprised me by pulling completely out and turned me over. I barely had time to register what was happening when he rammed his cock into me again. With a renewed vigor and his hands holding my hips tightly, he rammed his cock into me again and again. I just held on for dear life while moaning, grunting, and yelling in lust.

“My canlı bahis siteleri ass bitch!” He yelled as echoes of his skin slapped against my ass. I could only reply with, “Yes! Your ass! It’s yours!” He slapped my ass a few times. The last one really stung and then I felt his hands really grip and grope into my cheeks. I could feel his climax coming. I tighten up ass and within a couple more thrust, I heard him moan loudly as he came

He was spent, so I pushed back to let him fall back into his chair. I got on my knees and took off the condom. I took his softening cock in my mouth and sucked off all of his cream. He moaned even louder with each suck. When I was done milking him for all that he was worth, I got up and kissed him on his head. I turned and bent down to get my clothes so he could get one last look.

Still in his chair, he rolled towards me and planted his lips where he’d spank me. He kissed my ass a couple more times and then licked my used asshole one last time. He turned me and stared at my semi erect cock. As if mesmerized by it, he opened his mouth and took it in. He began to suck me. I let out, “Mmmmmm, yes baby. Is this your first cock in your mouth?”

He replied with a muffled, “Mmhmm.” My cock grew inside his hot mouth. I started to thrust a little with in time of his bobs. For a first timer, he was a pretty good cock sucker. I dropped my clothes and put my hands on his head. I gently started to fuck his mouth. It felt so good. Dr. Peterson started to incorporate his tongue in the motion and I was close to cumming.

I warned him and his mouth released me as he started to jerk me off. The mixture of precum and his own saliva dripped from his mouth and run down his neck. It was so hot. I exploded and I shot on his face. Most of it on his lips. He kissed the tip of my cock and then opened a drawer to get some hand towels. He handed me one and we cleaned up.

I dressed and got ready to leave. I opened his office door and was about to leave when I decided to say, “That was good, but maybe next time, it would feel much better for me and you if you didn’t have the condom.” I looked at him with my wicked grin and winked. Still in a daze of lust, he smiled and agreed. I left thoroughly satisfied. Dr. Peterson better hurry up with those next ten cases or else I may have to lessen it to 5. Grinning, I went home to shower and reply what had just happened in that wonderful office.

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Siz öyle giyinikmi kalacaksiniz” dedim. Kadir “evet haklisin haydi Mesut sira bizde” diyerek soyunmaya basladi. Gözüm tamamen Mesutun vücuduna takili kalmisti akici hareketlerle soyunup külotunu da çikardi. penisini artik daha iyi görebiliyordum hiçte fena sayilmazdi. Mesut esimi seyrederken bende onun penisini sivazlamaya devam ettim, bir elimide tasaklarina götürüp onlari oksamaya basladim. Esimde benim arkamda yerini aldigini farkettim çünkü penisi bacagima dokunuyordu, ellerini omuzlarima götürüp gögüslerimi canlı bahis siteleri oksadi. Ardindan bacak arama dogru çömelip Mesut`un sikini kavrayarak benim yaptigimi o devam ettirmeye basladi. Mesut bu olay karsisinda bir süre tereddüt ettiyse de uyum sagladi. Esim onun aletini sivazlarken bende elimle toplarini oksamaya devam ettim. Daha sonra üçümüz ayakta ben esimin sikini sivazlarken o da Mesutunkini oksamaya bir süre devam ettik. Bir ara Mesutun elini hissettim. O da benimle beraber kocamin sikini oksamaya basladi. Çok etkilenmis bir halde bu iki erkegin iyice sertlesmis kaya gibi olmus penislerini sivazlamalarini seyretmeye basladim. Mesut`un sikinden zevk suyu gelmeye basladiginda esim diz çökerek derin bir nefes aldi ve dudaklarini onun aletine dogru götürdü. Bende bunu görür görmez yatagin kenarina oturarak vajinami parmaklamaya basladim tabii. Kadir hiç tereddüt etmeden mesutun sikini basindan baslayip dibine dogru yalamaya ve emmeye baslamisti. Sonra bir anda hepsini agzina alip çikarmaya basladi. Sanirim esimin Mesutun sikini uzun uzun emdigini seyrettigim anda küçük bir orgazm yasamistim. Simdi bile bunlari yazarken gözümün önüne geliyor ve amim kayganlasiyor. Ikinci küçük orgazmimi ise Mesut`un yaragini çikarip esimin yanaklarina sürtmeye basladigi anda yasadim. Esime “nasil hosuna gidecegini biliyordum” dedim. En sonunda Mesut inleyerek esimin dudaklari arasina bosalmaya basladi bende yatakta onlari seyrederken üst üste orgazm yasamaya baslamistim. Ayrica inanamiyordum esim bir baska adamin sikini agzina alip bosalmasini saglamisti. Simdi sira Kadirdeydi tabiki. O da ayni sekilde Mesutun agzinda geldi ama ben ilk pozisyondan aldigim zevki bunda pek bulamadim dogrusu.

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THE WORLD TAKEN OVER BY SEX-ZOMBIES

It starts with a sound. One shrill long blast of sound…

I was lying on the bed with Mark. He was sucking my cock. Not that urgent kind of frantic build-up cock-sucking, but the slow leisurely self-indulgent cock-socking that comes some time after climax. In that warm afterglow of sex. And he’s so good. Which makes it all the more difficult to tell him, as tell him I must — sooner or later, that I’ve got to leave him.

I make to get up. To move to the window of our shared apartment. To draw back the closed curtains and look outside, maybe find out whatever caused that strange long blast of sound. But he holds onto me by my cock.

‘Hey babe, don’t be selfish. I haven’t finished with this thing yet. I got some serious mouth-action to perform. Give me a break.’

So I pause, and smile, and let him have his way. He has his way for a delicious twenty-minutes of flickering tongue and succulent lips, the slightest teeth-nip, the loving cosseting ball-sucking and lubricious attention to all the secret pleasure-centres of my appreciative glans. Looking down as his blonde head works expertly in my groin, the full length of my cock disappearing between into his warm throat, it’s so great it gets me seriously wondering why I’m going through agonies of this build-up to telling him I’m leaving. Where else will I get head as good as this? But I’m young. Who wants to be tied up in domesticity at twenty-one? I’ve got new worlds to explore. I’ve got adventures to live. I’ve got hearts to break. We’d met at college. The mutual attraction and sexual-chemistry was instant. I’d readily agreed to spend summer vacation with him. For now. Whereas Mark seems content with this affectionate cohabitation long-term.

At length, after the extended sucking has reached its natural conclusion, and we’ve lain together with sweat cooling on our naked bodies, I resume my attempts to investigate that sound.

‘Hey Shawn, best cover up before you pull the curtain back’ laughs Mark, ‘don’t want to scare the neighbours.’ He’s right, of course. I pull my shorts up. Drawing the drapes apart allows a bright shaft of daylight into the sex-musty bedroom gloom. I shield my eyes, looking out.

At first everything seems normal. Old Man Grosden is pausing while cutting his lawn next door. Leaning on his hover-mower. Mr Simpson pruning roses in the adjoining garden, also taking a rest break. I smile over my shoulder at where Mark is sprawled, with it all hanging out on tasty display. Delightfully wicked. Mr Grosden and Mr Simpson are both in their late-fifties, set in their ways, staunch pillars of the local community. Their faces sour as desiccated fruit. They don’t know for sure what we get up to in here, but they’re suspicious. And they don’t like it. They don’t approve. There’s not much they do approve of. Not the European Union. Not immigrants. Tattoos. Female vicars. They don’t even like each other that much.

It’s only as I grab a second look that I realise no, everything is not normal. Both of the neighbours are not only pausing for a respite, they’re standing stock-still, as if frozen in a shared trace, with strangely creepy-blank expressions. They’ve not moved a twitch since my first glance. There’s a silence. A stillness. A sense that normality is momentarily suspended, as though a cosmic hand has hit the ‘pause’ button on reality. Just as suddenly the freeze-frame animates, as if someone’s hit ‘play’ again. But wait. Mr Simpson has dropped his secateurs and has begun shambling towards Old Man Grosden. Not around the neatly-paved garden pathway and through the gate. Instead, he goes directly through his prized shrubbery. For less than a moment the low fencing halts him, then it gives, nails pinging explosively, wood splintering, and he tramples over its fragments, shuffling like an automaton. Grosden turns slowly in his direction, and also shambles forward. Something very odd is going on indeed, I watch with uneasy fascination.

Their arms extend, seizing each other, as though grappling. Tugging at each other’s clothing. With morbid horror I watch Grosden struggling with the belt of Simpson’s pants, while Simpson does the same to Grosden’s pants. The trousers tugged down. The white flannel underwear ripped clumsily down. Two menacing sets of genitals swaying free, and fiercely aroused. The struggle continues, with an altered objective. Until Grosden relinquishes, his legs buckling away beneath him. Grotesquely, he goes down on all fours, turning to present his raised arse to his neighbour, who moves in behind him.

I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Grosden howls once, like a beast as Simpson slides his fierce erection up between his bum-cheeks and rams it home. Rough, abrupt. Buggering him, there on the neatly-trimmed lawn. At the same moment I see the postman. He was also frozen into immobility on the pavement beyond. Now he paces in through the gate and up the garden path. As he shambles towards the casino siteleri copulating couple he’s unfastening his pants, slipping them down so they fall entangled around his ankles. He kicks them away, his erect cock springing up beneath his uniform top. As he reaches the two on the lawn he bends his knees so his cock pokes into Grosden’s sweaty face. Despite straining with the effort of being butt-fucked, he takes the offered cock in his mouth and begins greedily sucking, as Simpson continues fucking him from behind.

‘I don’t believe this, Mark, come and see.’ Mark joins me at the window in time to see the mismatched trio shifting positions. Now Simpson is crouching down so he can suck Grosden’s cock, as the postman assaults his raised bottom.

Mark tugs his shorts and ‘T’-shirt on and together we venture outside. As we emerge into the access-way we can hear the grunting of their breath, the fleshy slap of naked bodies ramming into each other, as a series of triple-orgasm rips through them. It’s scary. And even as we watch, their sluggish attentions shift towards us.

‘I guess the postman’s emptied his sack’ jokes Mark nervously.

The three outlandish figures, their expressions equally blank, begin shuffling towards us. Their trousers gone, despite their coupling they’re still erect, with three quivering cocks preceding them.

‘Let’s get the hell out of here’ urges Mark. He’s mounting his Lambretta scooter and kicking it into life. I straddle the pillion behind him.

‘We’re not wearing helmets. The cops might pull us over.’

‘Those three sure as hell aren’t bothering with protection’ yells Mark as he pulls away and the three obscene predators close in on us. Their intention obvious. And obviously vile.

Mark accelerates the scooter out onto the road. There’s a gradually curving incline down through an arch of trees into the Little Humping village centre. Passing a row of unnaturally quiet cottages. I hang onto Mark, my mind in a confused turmoil. I can’t comprehend what I’ve just seen. This is too totally weird. The world has gone crazy.

‘Watch out.’ Mark swerves to avoid a group of naked men, four of them, slouching across the road with that same slow gait, shambling as though the swaying of their engorged erections is affecting their posture. They were emerging from the bank, its doors left wide open. Mark slows to a stop outside the building. We can see inside. The bank manager is sprawled across the counter, his trousers crumpled up around his ankles. Splashes of whitely transparent fluid across the fleshy curves of his flabby bare buttocks.

‘Looks like he’s had all the insertions and withdrawals he can handle’ quips Mark, with that same nervous humour.

He kills the scooter’s chuckling motor and props it up on the verge.

‘I recognise those four beauteous beasts and beastly beauties’ I tell him. ‘Those naked guys run the corner supermarket. I always quite fancied the swarthy young guy on the checkout. Must admit he looks even cuter unclothed.’

‘Down boy, you’re with me, remember.’ That’s Mark’s chiding possessive tone, I don’t like it. I resent his assumption of exclusivity.

I bite back a response. ‘But those vacant expressions are scary. Like no-one’s home. What’s happening here? This is stupidly dumb.’

‘You know what it reminds of? It reminds me of that movie, ‘Day Of The Dead’.’

‘Yes, except they were zombies, sucking brains. These are sex-zombies, sucking something else entirely. This is more ‘Day Of The Gay’!’

‘Whatever it is, whatever’s causing it, is it purely local, this village, this county? Or is it the world? We don’t know. We can’t tell. And why is it they’re affected and we’re not?”

My hands are moist with sweat. ‘So what do we do now? Will this Gay Plague pass naturally, or is it a permanent behavioural shift, caused maybe by spores from outer space? Or cosmic radiation, or an evolutionary mutational response to overpopulation?’

‘This is a small community, with lots of repressed guilty secrets and desires. I’m guessing maybe Old Man Grosden and Mr Simpson glimpsed each other naked in the school showers forty years ago, and have been guiltily carrying that image across the decades. Scared to express their attraction, even to themselves. Until now, something has unlocked the social restraints. You heard that noise. The one long blast of sound. That must be the start of it. We can try the Police Station. They might know something.’

It’s located further down the street, across the square, past the grocers and the newsagent. We head warily in that direction. There are more shocks. The Maypole stands on the Green, across from the village pub. We become aware of the sound of frantic breathing first. Hesitating, we sidle more cautiously until it opens out before us. A long loop of naked women. Looks to be every woman in the village, lying in an undulating circle, each licking the vagina of the woman ahead of them. Young marrieds’, slot oyna grandmothers, the hair-stylist, the schoolmistress, the florist, the District Nurse. Some I can identify, others have their faces so buried into the next pubic bush I can’t be certain.

They ignore us. We hurry past. At first, the Police Station seems to be empty. The CCTV screens flickering in uncanny monochrome silence. The files have been ransacked and scattered across the floor. We circle around the desk, hunting clues.

‘Look at this’ says Mark, his voice husky, on edge. He’s scanning the screens. I follow his attention. One of the cameras is located in the holding cells. And what it shows is horrifying. The only way to tell the naked men apart is that the constables still wear their helmets. Nothing else. Just helmets. Some are handcuffed to the cell bars while others, presumably prisoners, are taking them from behind. Others are still in the cells, sucking off standing constables. Except they switch and alternate, police and thieves, cops and robbers, fucking and sucking each other at frantic whim, in turn, together or individually.

‘I fear that’s somewhat exceeding their authority’ says Mark grimly. He moves off as I continue watching the developing orgy in the cells, unable to look away. In one cell two cops are spit-roasting a shifty-looking inmate, but all three are urgently erect, and when the cops begin spurting he’s down there sucking and licking them both, swallowing everything. In the adjoining cell a hunky naked cop is sitting on the fold-down bed hemmed in by three prisoners who are jostling their fat cocks into his face as he attempts to mouth them all simultaneously. He’s sucking them one after the other, then they’re forcing his mouth out of shape as they try to cram two cocks in at the same time. He chokes and blubbers but takes them as best he can. There’s a crawling gut-fascination about it. Foul, but compelling.

Mark takes a more practical approach. ‘See these emails?’ On the desk, the computers have been left on, unattended. Tapped out of sleep mode it’s easy to access the last duties they were tending to before… before whatever happened had begun. ‘The last email they got was concerning an explosion at BioTech.’

‘What’s BioTech?’

‘A company out on the new enterprise Business Park.’

‘So what? How does that help us?’

‘Makes sense to me. And it’s the only clue we’ve got to what’s going on. I vote we head out there now.’

I couldn’t think of a reasonable counter-argument. So I give a shrug. Sure. Why not? What’s to lose?

The cell orgy is getting crazier. I shudder. I’ve watched enough Gay porn to know what it’s all about. But this is real. This is people I’ve seen in the local store and pub, people I’ve talked to. That makes it more crazy than I can deal with. The street outside is deserted. Except for the never-ending circle of lapping squirming moaning women.

‘Ouroboros’ says Mark obscurely. Sensing my disconnect, he explains. ‘Ouroboros is the mythical serpent devouring its own tail in an endless circle. That’s what they remind me of.’

Yes. I get it. I’m not impressed. We head back for the scooter, keeping a wary lookout for predatory males. He straddles the scooter and guns it to life, and I climb up behind him. He accelerates away. There are small groups of men here and there. Most of them too concerned with each other’s bodies to notice us as we speed past. The business park is a little distance beyond the village itself. Soon we’ve left the last cottage behind, with only fields and trees on either side. Mark reduces speed sufficient for us to talk above the slipstream.

‘I’ve been thinking, Shawn. The reason why they’re Gay sex-zombies and we’re not. Maybe it’s because we were there already. We were doing it before they were.’

‘And that’s why we’re not affected?’

‘Well, we’re not entirely unaffected. There’s the libido-raising effect. By the way you’re sitting tight behind me, I can feel your hard-on pressing into me. Don’t deny it.’

True. I slide my hands around his slim waist. My fingers crawling into his crotch. He’s hard too. Raging hard. I slip my fingers lightly up and down his length, then coddle his balls. ‘We can’t continue in this horny state. We’ve gotta pull over and mutually relieve the condition.’

Mark laughs without restraint. The nervous edge no longer there. He slows to a halt. Suddenly there’s an urgency burning in my throat. A desperate need for him. He dismounts and turns towards me, his shorts tenting with an answering need. There’s no time to find a place to be together. No need either. Hell, they’re fucking each other clear across the village. One more couple will make no difference. We pull off each other’s clothes there on the grass-verge. He sits sidesaddle on the scooter-seat, his legs spread. I squat down. I’ve seen his rearing cock so often, but it’s like I’m seeing it for the first time. So pale and tall. The pattern of veins so fine canlı casino siteleri its like hairline cracks in bone-china. His sparse downy fringe of pubes so blonde they’re near-invisible. His tight balls like some idealised nude from a classical painting. I feel an overwhelming need to cradle those balls in my hand, to reach up and kiss his glans, to search out his perineum with my tongue.

I go in and suck him with a powerful appetite for his cock, too urgent for subtlety. Taking as much of it as I can take straight away. It flexes and pulses in my mouth, vibrant, a living thing. A thing alive. It swells to fill my mouth and tastes so good. I’ve never enjoyed sucking it so much. I take it still deeper, so it’s nudging my throat, closing my eyes the better to concentrate, luxuriating in the sensation of total submission. My tongue lashing its underside, lathing its embedded length as best it can, saliva trickling down my chin with effort. Reluctantly, at his urging, I relinquish it too soon so we can switch, he stays seated as I stand up so my dribbling cock’s level with his face, his warm lips smear the pre-emission around my glans a second before his mouth envelopes it so every cell in my body is screaming, his breath whispering soft in my inner groin, and all the while his hands are first cosseting my balls, then cupping the cheeks of my bum, drawing me deeper into his greedy maw. It feels ecstatic. Like sinking it into warm liquid honey, surrendering to a flood of tingly feelings that sets my nerve-ends on fire. My legs are weak, my vision blurred.

Drawing back for breath, we tumble down the slope of the verge, over groundsel, speedwell and chickweed into the shade of spreading elm where it melts into a grassy field. We lie together, giggling uncontrollably. I roll over, raising my hips so he can fuck me, and he slides the full length of his saliva-wet cock into me in a gentle indulgent fuck that takes us both to the edge. Then he pulls out, turns, pushes his ass back towards me, inviting me inside him, and the gift he presents is breathtaking. My eyes transfixed by his smooth almost hairless bottom, the texture of his skin a wonder to me, the tight puckered hole, the balls poised gracefully between his parted legs. My cock is aching with need, drawing me in, it can’t wait to fuck him, it guides me in, slipping its moist length half-way deep, each little nudging thrust taking it deeper, and once satisfyingly all the way in, his back undulates in response. He moans out his pleasure as I gasp out mine. I pick up pace gradually as he moves back to meet me, his tight anal sphincter flexing, holding me in, then I pause a moment before it’s too late, delaying the climax building in my gonads.

We roll over and over together caught up in a fierce passion, warm in each other’s arms, I can feel his heart pounding up against my chest, his cutely protruding nipples beneath my fingers, feel the muscles of his stomach flexing as he inhales, until orgasm overtakes us in a series of ferocious convulsions. Spurting long jets of silky-white semen across each other’s bodies, catching it in our mouths and licking its salty smears off each other’s genitals. I’m lapping his balls, sucking each fleshy testicle into my mouth in turn. The taste of his jism is intoxicating. I ooze it between my teeth, then suck it back in and swallow.

Afterwards we lie together in the grass. ‘That was incredible’ breathes Mark. I’m lying on my back. He raises himself up onto his knees so he can look out over the fields towards the business park. His cock stands out. Still erect. Still heart-poundingly beautiful, tall and clean. A pearl of clear fluid oozes from its tip, as perfect as a tear. I feel that same overwhelming desire to reach up and kiss it away. So I do. The semen-taste is nectar dissolving on my tongue.

‘Yes, that was incredible. We should do it more often’ I agree, my tongue circling his glistening glans. And at that moment there’s nothing I believe more. Nothing more true in the known universe than the sex between me and him. Leaving Mark had always been an absurd fantasy. This is all and everything I ever need. Or is that the… the condition speaking? Whatever contagion it is flowing through my veins? Whatever force it is affecting the village and transforming them all into ravenous Gay sex-zombies? How can I know what is true, and what is lies?

‘It’s humanly impossible for us to do it more often than we’re already doing it,’ breathes Mark. ‘I could stay here forever. But we should go on.’ The sweat pearls on our naked bodies. I reach over and lick the curvature of his stomach, tracing all the way down to the indentation of his navel. Tasting his sweat. His laughter is a delight to me. The hazy sunlight trickles over our bare skin, warming us. It has been a long lazy hot summer, but storm-clouds are building in the northern skies. If I believed in symbols, which I don’t, it’s as though it’s signifying an impending ending. Eventually we stir. Birds are singing in the elm, as though everything is right with the world. I watch him pulling his shorts back up over the perfect curves of his rounded bottom. I will remember this moment for as long as I live.

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Upon leaving university, the reality of life in the big, bad world really hits you hard…or at least it did me. In the late ’80’s, university grads looking to start their great climb up the career ladder were forced into entry level jobs that they’d never have dreamed of doing while sheltered by the fleeting security of mom and dads money just months before. It was no different for me. I struggled to get by, working two, and often three dead-end jobs at a time. At the end of the typical day, I barely had enough energy, let alone the time or money, to go out to pursue any type of social life. Now don’t get me wrong, I was young (twenty-something), attractive, single and living on my own in a new city. Life was good. I dated fairly consistently, shying away from the younger men who were in the same financial pickle that I was. Through my desk-clerk job at one of the two hotels that I worked for, I met plenty of older, business types, with no shortage of cash to spend on attractive young women, for the right return. And though it was against company policy for employees to date hotel guests, what I did after I clocked out was my own business, and I took every opportunity for a nice dinner and some badly needed attention. I even served a couple of lucky men the desert they none to shy to ask for. The way I saw it at the time, they’d treated me like a lady, and I was needing a bit of what they were offering, so sleeping with them met our mutual ends.

Now, I was young at the time, but I was nowhere near as naive as most of these men thought. Though I appreciated that most of them would actually remove the wedding bands that they were wearing when I’d check them into the hotel, I certainly wasn’t buying their “I’m divorced/separated/nearly divorced” spiel that I was being fed while out at dinner. The only guys that got anywhere with me were the ones that were honest and sincere about their situations in life. Like for instance Eric, an investment advisor that I met while he attended a conference at the hotel. He was beautiful, with sharp, dark features, and was very well groomed. He spoke of his wife, who was also very career oriented, and also very busy. Their careers often took them in different directions, and he said that he often asked other women out to dinner when he traveled, for company if nothing else. His honesty was rewarded with something else. Though he tried not to make it too obvious, his gaze quite frequently dropped to my chest, which I can’t really fault him for. You see, these were my pre-child breasts, the ones I so long for now. These were the tits that I could stuff into a tight cotton shirt with no support. These were the tits that would spill over the top of a low cut top, and stand out, pointing at whatever target I was aiming for. These were the tits that I allowed Eric to spill his load on after letting me ride his thick cock to a wall shaking orgasm back in his hotel room. I miss those tits.

Like most of the men I’d dated through those years, I never saw nor heard from Eric again. If it weren’t for the tremendous sex we’d had that evening, I think that my memory of him would probably have faded like most of the others. It’s not that there were many, in fact they are a relatively small group in total. What renders them so obscure in my memory is their significance in my life. Other than a mere distraction from my work-life routine, the men I’d dated through this time in my life signify very little beyond a brief stage in my coming of age story. Looking back as I am now, almost every man that I’ve been romantically involved with in my life occupies a spot in that dubious category, except for my husband. The encounters and relationships that remain casino siteleri most significant and that have altered the direction of my life have been those that I’ve had with other women. After discovering the beauty of the love of another woman while in university, I was sure that I was a lesbian. Though I continued to date boys through those years to keep up appearances, I was certain that I was sure that I was going on to look for ‘miss right’ not ‘mister’. Moving to the city, not knowing a soul, quickly altered by perspective, which was tainted by rose-colored lenses that many of us peer through when we’re young and the world’s our oyster. The scene in the city was a far cry from my cozy little college campus, and it frightened me into a rapid re-examination of my virtues.

It was at this stage of my life, just when I’d decided that the girl-girl thing was just a bit of experimentation, that I met Leah. You see, one of my jobs, at the other hotel in which I toiled, was as a fitness club receptionist. This was a casual gig, a fill-in/call-in job that added to my walking around cash when I could fit it in between my other two jobs. Leah was a member of the gym, lean and well bronzed, with dark hair. My job at the club entitled me to utilize the facilities, which is what I was doing when I first noticed Leah. I was in the sauna after a kickboxing class when she entered. I remember how the sweat glistened on her tanned legs and chest as she relaxed in the soothing warmth. I remember that I stayed in there so long, starring at her, that I almost passed out. As she sat, her white towel parted slightly in the front, allowing me a view of her firm upper thighs, and just a hint of her dark, neatly trimmed bush. I’m not sure that any of the other women in there noticed me starting to squirm, but the sight of Leah’s half nude body got me so excited that I was sure that someone was going to notice. Dizzy from dehydration, I fumbled my way from the steam room to the showers. Overheated from my extended stay in the sauna, I let the cool water from the shower spill over my head until I regained my bearings.

Coming slowly back to my senses, I had begun to lather myself with my soap when I heard the water from the adjacent shower stall begin to fall to the floor. As I turned in anticipation, I was not disappointed. The dark skinned woman from the sauna glanced at me over her should before stepping under the warm spray from above her head. I recall how her naked body looked from behind, how her back tapered in toward her perfectly rounded hips. How her firm ass giggled almost imperceptibly as it hovered above her long, muscular legs. As she turned her back to the spray from the shower to lather her arms, she stood facing me, her large breasts gently swaying with the movement of her arms. It must have been so obvious that I was starring at her, for when her eyes caught mine, she smiled at me broadly, and continued to hold my gaze as she proceeded to lather her chest and abdomen. Turning sideways, her eyes still fixed to mine, she arched her back, bending at the waist to lather her long brown legs. As I watched her, my hands almost instinctively moved to my pussy and my tits, my right crossed over my chest, gently plucking at my large, pink nipple; my left engaging the swollen tissue that is aching now beneath the moist folds of my labia. Leah’s hands, still trailing soap, slide up the back of her calves, over the back of her thighs to her firm ass, the fingers of one slowly disappearing into valley created by her firm, round cheeks. My private show continued, as Leah slowly rinsed the soapy foam from her body. After shutting off the water, and toweling off her gorgeous figure, slot oyna she stepped from her stall, and approached me. I remember barely being able to hear her as by heart pounded.

“I’m Leah,” she said, “care to join me for a cup of coffee?”

“Sure” I stammered, standing naked in front of her, still dripping from my own shower. She reached up and grabbed my towel from the hook on the outside of the shower stall. As she brought it down, she paused, holding it out in front of me slightly, and slowly let her eyes fall down over my nude form. Smiling contently, she opened my towel, offering me to step into its waiting embrace. Turning, she lightly pranced away into the members change area. Frantically, I sped off into the guest locker area, and quickly dressed, obsessing over my chosen attire, and mentally going over how I’d explain the fact that I was wearing an old, unmatched tracksuit in the middle of a business day. To my surprise and relief, I was met outside of the change room by my caffeine companion who was wearing similar garb.

Over a latte at Starbucks, we casually exchanged life stories, mine somewhat abbreviated, hers extensive and truly fascinating. She was married, in her late thirties, co-owner of a small communications and marketing firm with her husband. She went on to tell me that with the success of their business, she’d recently been able to begin to explore some of her own interests outside of work. She described her husband as kind, but an obsessive workaholic, with little time to devote to their relationship of late. Increasingly, she viewed the business as the reason that her husband has been so absent, but was careful not to be too critical, as it also enabled her to live as she did. As the afternoon progressed, she went on to discuss her years in college, where she described a very similar experience to mine, including her discovery of her propensity for other women. She shared with me some very intimate memories that excited me and were obviously stirring up some exciting emotions in her too. Though the conversation was not hard to follow, I felt my concentration lapse every so often, as the sight of Leah’s firm boobs pressing from her tight shirt brought me back to moment we shared in the shower just minutes earlier. Not wanting the moment to end, I purposefully slowed my consumption, letting my coffee cool to the point where it was no longer palatable. Luckily, I didn’t have to suffer through it very long before the offer came that I was so anxiously hoping for.

“Do you want to continue this back at my place?” she asked.

Without hesitation, I was on my feet and headed for the parking lot. As I climbed into the front seat of her Lexus, it was becoming clear to me what degree of business success shed actually experienced. The soft leather interior felt and smelled so luxurious. As we drove out of town toward the suburbs, our conversation was so relaxed and easy that you’d have sworn we’d be friends forever. The half-hour drive felt more like five minutes, and before I knew it, we were turning onto Leah’s street. The finely manicured lawns and large homes reminded me of my old campus back in the valley. We turned, and pulled up in front of a beautiful brick home.

“The neighborhood is practically dead during the day” she remarked.

Stepping through the door, we approached the kitchen, bright and airy, with an exit door leading to the patio. I slip off my jacket as Leah pours us each a glass of Chardonnay. Proceeding glass in hand, we move from the kitchen to the living room, to a soft over-stuffed couch. We chatted briefly, sipping out wine, when an idea seemed to strike Leah.

“We should go for a dip in the canlı casino siteleri pool” she stated excitedly.

“But I don’t have a bathing suit” I replied.

“Not to worry, the only ones that I own are at the cottage and the gym. I never where one to swim here” she boasted. “Even if there were someone home next door, their views are completely obstructed by the fence and the trees. I made sure of that when we built it”.

Leah took my hand, and led me down a dark stairwell, which opened into a cool area in basement of her house. Hanging on the wall along side some pool toys and hoses were a couple of white, terry-cloth robes.

“Here”, she said smiling, “you can throw this on if it’ll make the walk to the water more comfortable for you”. And with that, Leah doffed her attire, and peacefully strolled out into the back yard. I had the robe half way over one bare shoulder when I recalled myself standing naked in a shower stall across from this woman only hours earlier, masturbating in front of her while she gave me an impromptu peep show.

As I timidly stepped from the shadow cast by the patio above the exit to the back yard, I felt the sun on my unclad skin, most likely for the first time in my life. I remember how warm it felt on my breasts and over my pelvis and hips, all areas that had never had direct UV contact. My eyes squinted to adjust to the lighting change, only to focus on Leah’s nude form slipping into the pool’s cool water. As she bounced up from the bottom, her breasts heaved from the water, breaking the surface like two resurfacing submarines, her dark brown nipples fully erect. Approaching the deep end of the pool, my pace quickened, and I launched myself from the deck, diving into the water’s chill. As the sun did earlier, the water subjected my sensitive skin to previously untold sensations. Swimming along the bottom of the pool, I soon catch a blurred glimpse of Leah’s legs stretching up to meet her round hips from the pool’s depths. I swam toward her, surfacing immediately in front of her, allowing my wet face to softly caress her smooth breast as I stood.

Blinking to rid my view of the water that dripped from my head, my vision is suddenly filled with Leah’s face, as her soft, full lips make first contact with mine. Her tongue pierces through my lips and searches hungrily for contact. I feel her breath quicken as she exhales rapidly through her nose while keeping her seal on my mouth. Her hands grope frantically both above and below the surface of the water, over my now swelling titties and into the crack of my ass, pulling slightly sideways to reveal more of my puckered anus. We slowly waltz into the deeper water, toward the side of the pool. Leah pins me against the wall, maneuvering her legs to straddle herself over my thigh. As she begins humping against my leg, her huge tits floating their weight on the water’s surface begin rhythmically rubbing against mine. With each breath, Leah’s now beginning to emit a high pitched moan. I embrace her tightly and push my leg to meet her humping pelvis. Her lips suddenly break their seal on mine, and Leah blurts out, “I’m coming”.

With that, she throws her head back, and starts to moan and buck as if she were not longer in control of her limbs. I quickly take one of her large breasts into my mouth, sucking like mad on as broad a surface area as my mouth will allow, while squeezing the other in my free hand with as much force as I can muster. With eyes rolled back, she gasps for breath, rapidly returning to reality.

“God damn it that felt great” she exhaled, resting her forehead on my shoulder. It no sooner landed there that I heard a voice from what sounded like inside of the house.

“Hello….is anyone home?” the voice bellowed.

“Shit, it’s Bill” Leah gasped.

I replied with the only obvious response to make when one’s caught naked in a pool. “Who’s Bill?”

To be continued…

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