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Author’s note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. This story features incest and anal sex, so be warned in case that’s not your cup of tea. Don’t expect realism, and you won’t be disappointed when you don’t find it! Enjoy!

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As he pulled into his aunt’s driveway and parked in front of the garage door, Mike felt a thrill of excitement running down his spine and jolting his already chubby boner into a stiffer state of semi-hardness. At the same time, a wave of pure heartwarming affection also washed over him to complement his horniness. While he got out of the car, adjusting the growing tent in his pants and trying to get a grip on himself, Mike smiled broadly as he realized that both his emotional fluffiness and his physical arousal stemmed from one single source: the awareness that he was about to be reunited with his amazing mother.

While driving to Jennifer’s house, Mike had been unable to stop grinning to himself as he enjoyed the lingering satisfaction of having spent the early afternoon plowing his sister’s plump ass and pumping three big loads of cum into her, one deep inside her sweet butthole and two more down her talented, sperm-chugging throat.

Once their impromptu fuckfest was over, he had wisely taken Lyla’s advice when she had suggested that he should rest and rehydrate while he waited to go pick up their mom at their aunt’s place. Giggling and winking at him behind her cute nerdy glasses, Lyla had given Mike a big tit-squashing hug before pushing him back to lie flat on his bed, meanwhile jokingly wagging her finger at him and demanding that he gather his strength so that he could give their mom a proper fucking later. As they both laughed at that weird yet very realistic prospect, Lyla had run her tongue over her gorgeous seed-glossy lips one last time, waved Mike goodbye and then left him there while she retired to Lori’s room where her twin sister waited for her, still tied to her own bed.

Unavoidably, as he spent the following hour or so chilling and snacking and watching TV while waiting for his mother to let him know that she was ready to be picked up, Mike had wondered about what his sisters might be up to in Lori’s bedroom. Even as he conjured up sexy scenarios of all sorts though, Mike had dutifully followed another one of Lyla’s suggestions and accordingly refrained from peaking in on his big sisters and from generally getting involved just yet, agreeing with Lyla that it was better to let her handle Lori for the time being.

Intriguing and titillating as they were though, all of Mike’s fantasies about the twins’ lesbian activities had been wiped out of his mind the moment Julia had texted him, simply stating: ‘Come and get me, baby. Mommy missed you so much!’ followed by a winking emoji.

Although his relationship with his amazing mother had taught him a lot about being in touch with his own feelings, Mike had been surprised by the deep, immediate emotional reaction that her short yet suggestive text inspired in him. Instantly, all he wanted to do was touch and hug his gorgeous mom, to feel her voluptuous body pressed against his own and let his hands roam all over her beautiful curves. At the same time, he hungered to just be near her, to let the warmth of her unconditional love envelop him completely as it always did.

Even though his head was still full of scorching hot memories of his recent sexcapades with Lyla, as Mike drove to Jennifer’s house he had felt his lust for his sister gradually be replaced by a familiar, naturally powerful longing to be one with his awesome mom again. The mental image of Julia and all that she meant for him had soon overcome Mike’s senses completely, making him more and more impatient to see her again. It had been an actual strain for him not to hit the gas and rush full speed ahead, but he had managed to rationalize that it was better to arrive there a couple of minutes later in one piece rather than to crash the car and not get there at all.

Now, as he walked up to his aunt Jennifer’s door, a smile on his face and a big bulge in his crotch, Mike chuckled to himself as he realized that he was kind of acting like he was picking up a girlfriend at her parents’ house for a first date or something. Still, that was exactly how he felt, and it really was a great feeling!

Snickering and exhaling, pulling his Fugazi T-shirt down on the front a bit in an attempt to disguise the tent in his pants and possibly not freak out his aunt, Mike rang the doorbell and waited.

*****

As soon as she heard the doorbell ringing, announcing her nephew’s arrival, Jennifer immediately stirred in the deck lounger where she was suntanning naked.

“Finally, our young stud is here!” she chirped, springing up to her feet, the sudden movement making her massive tits wobble juicily as her big round booty jiggled away in turn. Turning to the pool where her little sister was lazily swimming and letting the casino oyna late afternoon sun kiss her naked water-slick body, Jennifer went on with a mischievous wink: “You know, I was starting to get really antsy, Jules… Five more minutes and you would have had to take care of me yourself!”

“Again?!” Julia chuckled as she stood in the shallow end of the pool and arched her eyebrows at her incorrigible sister. “We were sixty-nining just ten minutes ago! Jeez, Jenny, you’re so terrible!”

Laughing along with Julia, Jennifer just shrugged and made her way across the deck and toward the glass doors leading into the house. Noticing that her big sister wasn’t putting her bikini back on, Julia tentatively asked: “Are you going to let Mike see you like that?”

“Sure, why not? No point beating around the bush,” Jennifer replied with as shrug. Noticing a shadow of doubt darken Julia’s beautiful face for a moment, Jennifer stopped in her tracks and locked gazes with her little sister. “You’re not having second thoughts about this, are you? Just tell me now, Jules…”

As the two naked MILFs locked gazes, the doorbell rang again. Julia looked intently into Jennifer’s eyes, while Jennifer waited as patiently as her horniness allowed. As much as she longed to be allowed a role in Julia and Mike’s scorching hot sexual affair and have a taste of her massively hung nephew’s cock, Jennifer was nonetheless genuinely ready to put on her bikini, give Julia time to dress too and then let her go home with Mike as if nothing was out of the ordinary, keeping her knowledge of the truth a secret. After all, Julia had already showed a lot of love and trust in her by revealing that she was having sex with Mike, not to mention accepting to have a threesome involving her too, which Jennifer was dying to see happen. Still, if Julia should decide to call it all off, Jennifer would understand. Unhappily, sure, but without protest.

As the silence between the curvaceous MILFs extended and the doorbell rang a third time, Julia’s furrowed brow relaxed and the corners of her mouth turned up into a smile. A soft laugh escaped Julia’s lips as she nodded to her big sis and said: “Go on, Jenny. My baby is waiting at the door.”

Grinning from ear to ear, delighted by the positive result of Julia’s final moment of soul-searching, Jennifer blew a kiss to her little sister and jumped in place like a giddy schoolgirl before darting into the house, her gorgeous matronly curves jiggling away all the while.

Wading through the cool water toward the pool stairs, Julia bit her lips in anticipation as she felt her heart racing faster and her pussy getting all tingly with arousal at the thought that she was mere moments from being reunited with her beloved son.

*****

Despite the whirl of unprecedented, amazing things that had happened in his life recently and no matter how comfortable he had become with all sorts of sexual matters, Mike was completely unprepared when the door opened to reveal his aunt Jennifer standing there, totally naked, smiling nonchalantly at him as she distractedly twirled her blonde ponytail around her forefinger.

“Whoa! A-a-aunt Jenny…”

“Oh look, it’s my favorite nephew! What a pleasant surprise!” Jennifer exclaimed with a playful theatrical flourish, silently delighted by the hungry, magnetized stares that her matronly hourglass figure inspired in Mike. At the same time, her hazel eyes were glinting with mischief as she in turn took a good lingering look at the big, very promising bulge tenting her handsome nephew’s pants.

After enjoying a few more sexually charged moments of silence, during which Jennifer cocked her juicy hip to accentuate the curvy roundness of her large booty and pushed her buxom chest forward to make her mammoth jugs jiggle some more before her speechless, bug-eyed nephew, the gorgeous MILF finally went on: “So, Mike, do you wanna come inside or should we let the whole neighborhood have a look at my big titties?”

Still blinking in stunned amazement, unable to stop ogling his aunt’s smooth pussy, her pillowy bubble-butt and her humongous boobs, Mike nodded in assent as he stepped inside, allowing her to close the door behind him. As Jennifer just kept grinning teasingly and looking at him with her head tilted slightly to the side while she bit her succulent lips, Mike collected himself and finally spoke.

“Sorry, Auntie, but… Well, I didn’t expect to find you naked!” Mike chuckled, managing to tap into his new-found confidence around women, which he had learned mostly thanks to his awesome mom. Brazenly keeping his eyes trained on Jennifer’s generous curves, intrigued by the way she had cranked up her usual directness to a whole new level of undisguised sexual provocation, Mike added: “And let me just say this, aunt Jenny: you’re so fucking hot! Like, for real.”

“Aw thanks, honey!” Jennifer purred, loving how swiftly Mike had recovered from his initial shock and actually slot oyna managed to roll with the unexpected naughtiness of the situation she had presented him with. Eager to continue teasing him nonetheless, Jennifer ran her perfectly manicured finger along Mike’s toned arm as she inched closer to him, until her bulging rack was brushing against his T-shirt. Locking eyes with her yummy nephew, the busty aunt cooed: “I always end up taking my bikini off when I tan by the pool, and I thought you wouldn’t mind seeing me like this. I mean, you’re a big boy now, I’m sure you’ve seen a naked woman before. And I don’t mean just in porn… Maybe I’m not even the first MILF you lay eyes on… Am I right, Mike?”

Nodding and snickering back at his saucy aunt’s sexy language, catching the slightest hint of a deeper meaning to her words yet not sure how to interpret it, Mike candidly replied: “Actually, yeah, you’re right… I’ve seen a naked MILF in person before, many times.”

“Oh, so what I’ve heard about my favorite nephew is true, then! It’s so good to know that you’re into older women, Mike…” Jennifer cooed, smiling coquettishly as she pressed her curvaceous nakedness tighter against her nephew’s toned body, making sure to rub her smooth slit on the huge bulge in his crotch. As Mike exhaled deeply and reeled a bit at her suggestive words and unashamedly explicit moves, Jennifer went on in a mock-innocent tone that only made his boner stiffen even more inside his pants.

“Tell me, Mike: based on what you’re seeing, would you say that your old aunt is hot enough to qualify as a legit MILF? Like the ones in porn and stuff like that?”

“Oh, yeah definitely! You’re a top notch MILF, for sure. And you’re not really that old, either, aunt Jenny, not at all…” Mike vehemently said, feeling his caged erection throb desperately against the clothes that separated it from Jennifer’s smooth pussy. And yet, even through the horniness clouding his mind and despite the surprising seductive approach of his naked aunt’s words and demeanor, one thought still remained clear in Mike’s head, compelling him to ask: “Uhm, anyway, aunt Jenny… I was here to pick up Mom, so…”

At those words, seeing the spark of pure undiluted love brightening Mike’s gaze at the mere mention of his mother, a genuine smile of approval and affection replaced Jennifer’s teasing grin. Nodding slowly and bringing her hand to his face, Jennifer gently stroked her nephew’s cheek as she softly said: “Your mom… Yes, of course honey. You’re really a good boy, Mike. Julia is very lucky to have you… Alright then,” Jennifer concluded with a bright laugh followed by a wink, “let’s go, stud. She’s waiting for you outside.”

Grabbing her nephew’s hand in hers and leading him behind her as she crossed the house headed for the backyard, Jennifer made sure to add an extra sway to her strutting steps, eagerly granting Mike a nice view of her ample booty jiggling in time with her movements while her massive jugs swayed heavily side to side too. As he walked after Jennifer with his eyes always glued to her bouncy bubble-butt, Mike was surprised to realize that the acceleration of his heartbeat wasn’t just due to the cock-hardening nearness of his sexy aunt’s naked, beautiful figure. In truth, the prospect of seeing his mother again was even more exciting to him than the spectacular view of Jennifer’s voluptuous curves bouncing away for his visual pleasure.

Once they stepped out of the living room glass doors and into the backyard, Jennifer let go of Mike’s hand and grinned at him before turning toward the pool and yelling out: “Hey Jules, look who’s here!”

Her sister’s words caught Julia right while she was climbing out of the pool, making her turn her head toward Jennifer and Mike. A big heartfelt smile spread on the busty mother’s lips at the sight of her beloved boy. Julia’s hazel eyes locked with Mike’s as her gorgeous body emerged from the pool and she stepped onto the deck, her shapely legs immediately springing into motion, eager to close the short distance between them.

Walking toward him in all her naked glory, with strands of her long blonde hair clinging wetly to the upper slopes of her huge mommy-boobs, her plump asscheeks wiggling gently at her every step while beads of water trickled down her amazing curves and made her skin shimmer and shine in the warm afternoon light, Julia had never looked so radiantly beautiful and utterly irresistible to Mike. Awestruck and lovestruck and totally captivated with the smiling, swiftly approaching vision of his goddess of a mother, Mike could barely mumble one single word out of the myriad of things he wanted to say to her right there and then: “M-m-mh… Mom!”

“Oh baby! I’m so happy to see you!” Julia replied, her beaming smile getting even wider as she noticed the massive bulge in her beloved son’s pants.

Within moments, Julia was standing so close to Mike that her jutting rack was pressed against his chest canlı casino siteleri and her radiant face was all he could see. Resting a hand on his cheek and delicately stroking his handsome face, Julia let out a whimpering purr as she drank in the potent mixture of love, lust and intimacy radiating back and forth between her own naked body and Mike’s sculpted frame, binding the two of them tightly together even more than their physical nearness did.

Overwhelmed with emotion, oblivious to all else, mother and son let their mouths draw closer and closer, until their labored breaths fused together and their lips were joined in a deep, passionate soulkiss. While their tongues danced flawlessly and they each savored the warmth of the other’s smooching mouth, Mike instinctively locked his arms around Julia’s curvy body and ran his hands down her smooth back until his palms were filled to overflowing with the plump, round perfection of her fleshy asscheeks. Meanwhile, as she lewdly sucked her boy’s tongue within the liquid heat of her mouth, Julia couldn’t help but hump her groin forward, rubbing her smooth needy pussy on his massively tenting crotch.

Caught in a sort of blissful mother-centric trance, focused solely on trading more scorching kisses with his awesome mom while kneading and grabbing and squeezing her fantastic booty like he never wanted to let go of her anymore, Mike was suddenly brought back to reality when his ears registered a voice that at first seemed to come from miles away but was in fact right beside him.

“Wow, talk about Hollywood kisses!” Jennifer giggled as she avidly drank in the sight of her sister and nephew making out like there was no tomorrow. “You guys are so fucking hot together!”

His aunt’s voice and her bright, playful laughter sounded to Mike like the loudest, most annoying alarm clock in the world suddenly blaring in the midst of a beautiful dream. Violently snapped out of his lovestruck state, Mike pulled back from his mother’s soft lips and let go of her juicy bubble-butt as his eyes opened wide, a sense of paralyzing confusion and chilling dread washing over him at the thought of having let his desire for his mom get the better of him to the point of actually revealing their secret love.

“Oh shit! Aunt Jenny… I… We…” Mike mumbled, his mind so blank and in such a stated of full blown panic that he wasn’t even able to take in the complicit smirking expression on Jennifer’s face and the bright smile on his mother’s lips.

“She knows, baby,” Julia placidly murmured, running her fingers through her befuddled boy’s hair, her lips brushing against his slack-jawed mouth to plant tender kisses all over it. “I told aunt Jenny everything about us. She understands, honey, and she’ll keep our secret. It’s okay, really.”

“I’m very good at keeping secret, alright,” Jennifer snickered knowingly, “especially naughty ones. Your mom and I have shared quite a few of those over the years…”

Blinking in surprise at Jennifer’s suggestive words yet soothed by Julia’s gentle touch and motherly kisses and absolutely calm demeanor, Mike looked at his aunt then at his mother then back again at his aunt before incredulously mumbling: “So, you know that we… That Mom and I are… Uhm, I mean, you know…”

“Well, duh! If I hadn’t known already I’d sure be having my suspicions now, after seeing you two sucking face like that!” Jennifer quipped, drawing closer to the two of them as Julia tightened her maternal embrace around Mike and he exhaled deeply in relief, the reality of the situation starting to sink in.

“But… How? Why? I mean…” the stunned teenager asked, his head turning back and forth between his mom and his aunt, making both busty MILFs giggle at his cute boyish shock.

“You see, Mike, your mom and I have always been very, very close…” Jennifer explained in a husky purr as she pressed her naked body against Mike’s side, brushing her massive tits against Julia’s bulging boobs. “Heck, I’m surprised she managed to keep this secret from me so long! Ever since we were girls, we’ve always shared everything, you know…” Jennifer went on, rubbing her voluptuous body against her sister and her nephew, making Julia laugh softly while Mike moaned in awe. “It’s kinda logical, in a way. Your mom and I used to share guys, then we shared husbands and now, since she gave the okay, we were thinking about sharing you too!”

As those words rang in his ears and the explosive revelations they carried with them fried his already overexcited neurons, finally convinced that what was going on around him was real based on the matching stares of mixed seriousness and eroticism that both his mother’s and his aunt’s eyes were casting him, Mike felt his raging boner throb violently while a huge glob of pre-cum spurted from his glans to soak the front of his boxers. Floored by that fantastic and unexpected turn of events, literally high on the delicious forbidden possibilities suddenly opening before him, Mike dreamily mumbled out his incredulous joy.

“Oh… My… God! This is awesome! You and aunt Jenny… And all three of us… Wow! Is this true, Mom? Is it okay, like, really okay?”

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This is the sequel to my story “An Exercise in Fertility.” This story is intended to be stand-alone, but you might find it easier to follow if you read them in order. Thank you all for your kind and beautiful feedback on my previous stories and poems, and I hope you enjoy this one as well.

All characters in this story engaging in sexual activity are over the age of 18.

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The boy’s cheeks dripped with tears as his knees dripped with blood. His little body shook with sobs. He tried to sit and rest on the sidewalk, but an older girl held his hand and urged him along.

“Come on, Jakey,” she said. “We’re almost home. I know it hurts, but my mom will fix it. She can fix anything.”

“But Jenny, what about my bike?” he asked.

“I’ll go back for it later,” she said. “That’s a nasty scrape, we need to get it cleaned up.” He stood back up and followed her. He trusted his nice cousin Jenny, even more than he trusted his own brother Howie. Well, actually he could trust Howie to be mean. He was glad he was with Jenny because Howie would have just laughed instead of helping.

“What happened, Jakey?” Jenny’s mother asked when she examined his badly scraped knees.

“I fell off my bike, Aunt Giselle,” he said. “I hit a big rock I didn’t see.”

“Oh, poor thing! This might sting a little bit.” She sprayed his knees with something, and it smelled funny, and it did hurt. A lot. He bit his lip to avoid crying, because adults always told him he needed to be brave. Also, Jenny was right there staring at the blood, and he didn’t want to keep being a baby in front of her.

To take his mind off the pain, he watched his aunt while she put on bandages. Her brown hair was wet, like it always seemed to be, and there were little water droplets on her skin. She smelled like swimming pool, but he liked that. She loved swimming, just like he did. He remembered a question he wanted to ask her.

“Aunt Giselle? Is it true that you’re a mermaid?” She looked surprised at the question but smiled like it made her happy. Cousin Jenny burst out in giggles.

“Now where on Earth did you hear such a thing?” his Aunt asked.

“My mom told my dad that you swim like a mermaid.”

“Well, that was truly kind of your mother to say. But it’s just an expression, I’m not a real mermaid.”

The boy couldn’t keep the disappointment off his face. He almost felt tears welling up again.

“I wish you could be a real mermaid,” he said. His knees felt better already, like her hands had magic in them. The kind of magic mermaids might have.

Aunt Giselle smiled and stared at him with her big green eyes. They really were green, he noticed, like the ocean was sometimes green. Most people who said they had green eyes actually had kind of mud-colored eyes. Then she leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead. He thought her lips would feel dry and scratchy, like his grandmother’s, or wet and soggy like his other aunts and even his mom, but instead they felt warm and smooth and soft, like he thought mermaid lips would feel.

“I’ll tell you what,” she said. “Since you’re being such a brave boy…we’ll pretend that I’m a mermaid. Just for you. Does that sound good?”

“Yeah,” he said, his happiness breaking out in a big grin. “I mean, yes please.”

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I had just gotten out of class when I got the text from Dalia, who was my Cousin Jenny’s girlfriend and soon-to-be-fiancée.

Dalia: ‘Can u come over today?’

Me: ‘Sure what’s up?’

Dalia: ‘Bad news her mom is not coming’

Me: ‘What??? Seriously? Is Jenny ok?’

Dalia: ‘No she’s pretty upset. We need u.’

Me: ‘On my way 45 minutes’

When I arrived at the apartment they shared, Dalia put a finger to her lips as she opened the door.

“She’s sleeping,” Dalia said in a low voice. “Sorry you rushed over. But I know she’ll really want to see you when she wakes up. Can you stay for a while?”

“Of course,” I said, giving Dalia a big hug. She was a gorgeous, statuesque, rather muscular brunette who was only a few inches shorter than my 6’4″ height. “So, tell me what happened.”

“Jenny tried to call her mom a couple of times and left messages. She never got through. Then her Aunt Rose, uh, your mom called us. She said she got a call from Giselle saying she’s too busy and can’t come out for the delivery. She wouldn’t even call Jenny herself.”

“Fucking hell,” I growled, feeling anger boiling up fast. My stuffy, traditional extended family had taken years to accept Jenny as a lesbian, but they had finally come around. Most of my relatives even seemed genuinely happy about Jenny’s pregnancy.

The only holdout, though, was the most important one: my Aunt Giselle, Jenny’s own mother.

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As I grew into late childhood, I was aware that my Mermaid Aunt and I shared a special bond. We were, as she put it, “water babies.” At grandma’s house, we were always the first ones in the pool in the morning, and we were splashing and playing long casino siteleri after everyone else was sunburned and exhausted. On a couple of shared vacations at the beach, she taught me open water swimming techniques and we raced each other through the waves. She always told me I moved naturally in the water, like she did.

Giselle, my mom’s youngest sister, had been a star swimmer in high school and college. For a time, she had Olympic aspirations. At 20, those dreams ended. She was impregnated by an older man and they decided to get married. She sacrificed her swimming career for two decades of marriage to a wealthy but cold and distant man who was a philandering alcoholic.

I remember my father saying, when I was still too young to understand what he meant, that the only good thing to come out of that marriage was Jenny.

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Jenny groaned and struggled to get out of bed. Dalia took her arm and helped her. She waddled to me and we hugged: hers strong and needy, mine careful and delicate.

“For crying out loud, Jake,” she said. “I told you, you can give me actual hugs. The baby’s not made of glass, she won’t break.”

Jenny was seven months pregnant. She was a naturally slender girl, and the pregnancy had been difficult. These days she spent a lot of time in bed, with Dalia doting on her and loving her and doing everything she could to make it better and easier for Jenny. Their love was strong and had already survived difficult obstacles. Any child would be fantastically lucky to have Jenny and Dalia as parents.

And how did I fit into the picture? Well, aside from the fact that I attended college nearby and was geographically the closest relative, there was also the fact that Jenny and I had for many years shared a special connection. “Favorite cousins” might begin to describe our relationship, but our shared history and powerful emotional bond and even physical spark had pushed us toward something closer to taboo romance.

And then there was the fact that I was the baby’s biological father.

With Dalia’s blessing, and even participation, my cousin and I consummated our intense but unorthodox relationship and created Dalia and Jenny’s baby. The rest of the world could assume there was an anonymous sperm donor supplied by an agency. The baby’s true origin was a secret that only Jenny, Dalia and I shared.

Now, the very pregnant Jenny sat awkwardly in a chair in the living room and stared sadly out the window.

“She wouldn’t even call me herself,” Jenny said in croaking whisper. “She called your mom and had her tell me.”

“Maybe that’s not a bad thing,” said Dalia. “At least your Aunt Rose could deliver the message nicely. Your mom…” she trailed off. We knew what she was going to say. Jenny’s mom was a royal bitch who probably didn’t care anymore whether she hurt Jenny.

“So, she told my mom she was too busy to come out,” I said. “What else did she say?”

“I don’t know for sure,” said Jenny. “I got the feeling Rose was holding a lot back to avoid hurting me. I’m hoping you can talk to her and get more detail.” She paused and gave me a determined look. “And I know you’ll probably try to protect me too, but at least you and Dalia can talk about it and tell me an edited version.”

“Sure,” I said. “I can do that. I’ll call mom tonight.”

“You don’t have to do that,” said Dalia. “She’s coming down here. Catching a plane tonight, should be here first thing in the morning.”

“Oh, wow.” I felt out of the loop. “Why? What’s going in?”

“She offered,” said Dalia. “She knows Jen’s having a tough time, and I have a lot going on at work so I can’t be here all the time…”

“I can help out,” I said. “I can come out here more–“

“No,” said Jenny, “you’re doing too much already. You have to worry about school–“

“I can work from here–“

“Jake,” interrupted Dalia, “this is gonna get worse before it gets better. Your mom’s been through this. We know you want to help, but you’re going to be as useless as tits on a bull.”

“Yeah, okay,” I sighed. They were right, and I was glad my mom would be helping out. But I felt terribly sad for Jenny that her own mom couldn’t–

No. Not couldn’t. Wouldn’t. Aunt Giselle wouldn’t be there when her own granddaughter entered the world.

Not for the first time, I wondered how things had gotten to this point.

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The journey from boyhood to manhood is, to paraphrase the song, a long and winding road. There are milestones along the way: your first kiss, your first job, your first car, your first fuck.

There are also developmental stages. For example: when girls stop being weird and annoying, and start being worthy of crushes.

For most guys, this takes place over a gradual period of time through a slow process of maturation and osmosis. They wouldn’t really be able to tell you exactly how or when it happened. For me it was different. I know exactly how and when it happened.

I had just turned 13, I was in my older slot oyna brother’s room, and he wasn’t. Howie and I had a very simple hate-hate relationship, so I felt no guilt about snooping. The fact that I wasn’t finding anything interesting was more likely because he was a sneaky bastard who knew how to hide things rather than because he had nothing to hide.

I had almost given up when I spotted something stuck between two books on his shelf. It was an oversized holiday greeting card, something I vaguely remembered seeing a couple of years in the past. On the front panel, along the top, was a small, festive headline that read “Happy Holidays from Daniel, Giselle and Jennifer.”

The rest of the front panel was a photo of my relatives on a beach somewhere. Hawaii, I assumed, because I knew they went there a lot. I felt a stab of jealousy. I didn’t understand at the time why Howie would have kept that card, but it felt wrong that he had it instead of me. Giselle was my favorite aunt, and Jenny was my favorite cousin, and Jenny hated Howie. I felt like they were my relatives, not his.

I stole the card.

Fuck Howie. He probably wouldn’t miss it, and even if he did, he might suspect I took it, but he’d never know. Having a weasel for an older brother made me good at hiding things too.

Later, in the safety of my own room, I took a closer look at the photo. Uncle Daniel, tall and distinguished and looking like James Bond, was flashing a rare smile, while a young, gawky, coltish Jenny beamed in joyous laughter as he gave her a piggyback ride in knee deep water.

But the photo was dominated by Giselle. Dominated because she was closer to the camera, and because she was more central, and because she was beautiful.

She she wore red two piece swimsuit. She was standing at a slight angle to the camera, which displayed her body contours. She was all long, lean muscle and shallow curves. A classic swimmer’s body.

The grace and confidence of her body was offset by an almost introverted facial expression. Instead of turning her head to look straight at the lens, her face had the same camera angle as her body. Her hair was alive in the breeze and one hand brushed away an unruly strand to reveal a shy side-eye gaze at the viewer. One corner of her mouth quirked up in a half Mona Lisa smile that seemed to hold infinite hidden meaning. She looked sad, vulnerable, and lonely.

Of course, almost all of these impressions came to me later, layered on over the many years that I kept that card. Young Jake simply felt the painful longing of his first schoolboy crush.

For the first time in my life, I had some notion of what it felt like to be in love.

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Dalia and I de-briefed my mom as we drove home from the airport.

“Yes, it’s worse than what I told Jenny,” she said. “Giselle didn’t say she was too busy, she just said she didn’t want to come, period. I tried to convince her to come out later, after the baby’s born, but she flat out told me no.”

“Do you think you might be able to work on her and convince her over time?” asked Dalia.

“I doubt it,” mom answered. “I don’t think she’ll even take my calls. She called me out of the blue, and only because she didn’t want to call Jenny herself. This is the first time I’ve spoken to her in three years. I’ve talked to everyone else in the family, and it’s the same story. She’s cut herself off from us.”

We rode in silence for several minutes. Finally, I asked the questions I’d been holding onto for years.

“Mom, what the hell happened to her?” I asked. “How did it come to this? I’ve never really understood it. Is there some deep dark secret?” Mom thought about for a while, and finally shrugged.

“You were always close to her, so I doubt I know more than you,” she told me. “All I know is, she and Daniel never had a happy marriage, but they stuck it out for Jenny’s sake. By the time she went off to college, they were leading separate lives, so I think they just didn’t feel like divorce was worth the bother. But then after Jenny came out as a lesbian, they decided to split up.”

“I don’t get it,” Dalia said. “I knew Giselle had huge issues with Jenny coming out, but how did that lead to the divorce?”

“Daniel, for all his faults, supported Jenny on this. He thought it was best to let her find her own way. Giselle wanted to convince or even pressure Jenny into…I don’t even know what the word is…renouncing her sexuality, I guess.”

I glanced over at Dalia, who was driving. Her jaw was tense, her eyes staring ahead like the world was her enemy. I knew her own coming out had been even more horrific than Jenny’s. I put my hand on her knee and gave it a gentle squeeze. She gave me a quick glance and only a tiny smile, but I could see her release some of the tension.

“Daniel agreed to a generous divorce settlement for Giselle, so it was over quickly,” my mom continued. “He took off with one of his bimbos and lost touch with all of us, even Jenny as far as I know. Giselle canlı casino siteleri and Jenny had a major falling out, so Giselle set up a trust fund for Jenny to finish college, then she moved to a house in Maui that she got from Daniel in the divorce. And she’s been a virtual recluse from the entire family ever since. Basically, no contact with anyone.”

“Jenny never told me exactly what happened,” said Dalia. “But there was a lot pain and anger, and I was there with Jenny a couple of times when she and her mom were screaming at each other over the phone. I remember, after Giselle just packed up and moved to Maui, Jenny told me ‘she’s dead to me,’ and that was the end of it.”

??????????

The twin terrors, my cousins Richie and Robbie, had me pinned helplessly on the ground. Robbie was sitting on my legs and had a grip on one of my hands. Richie was twisting my other arm and his pudgy body straddled my chest. My brother Howie looked on and laughed cruelly. The family re-union had turned into a nightmare for me.

At thirteen, I was the youngest cousin there. Aunt Giselle, my new crush, didn’t come, but Uncle Daniel and Jenny did show up. My disappointment over Giselle’s absence dissipated the moment I saw Jenny. The gawky teen who’d once picked me up after I crashed my bike was now a radiant 17-year old beauty. I was smitten. Unfortunately, I had no experience in hiding emotions like that, so it was painfully obvious to anyone who saw.

Certainly, my brother and my cousins saw it. They teased me relentlessly and now they had caught me in an upstairs window at grandma’s house spying on Jenny as she swam in the pool.

“You’re in love with your couuu-sin,” said Richie in a taunting, sing-song voice.

“He’s always staring at her butt,” said Howie. “Put your butt in his face. Hey Jakey, you like Richie’s butt too?” Robbie laughed uproariously as Richie tried to follow Howie’s command.

“Oh my god, you guys, stop!” said Cousin Trish, but she was laughing as hard as they were.

Suddenly the door burst open and there was Jenny.

“What the hell are you morons doing?” she shouted. “Leave him alone!”

“Get lost,” growled Richie. Normally, he was a little intimidated by her and wouldn’t talk like that, but he was a lot braver when Howie, the oldest in the group, was around.

Jenny marched into the room and grabbed a handful of Richie’s long, curly hair. She yanked violently. Richie screeched and rolled off me as he tried to follow Jenny while she pulled him away from me.

“Hey, knock it off!” he squealed as his post-puberty voice broke back up into little boys’ range. He struggled to his feet and grabbed the hand that still threatened to give him a bloody bald spot. He tried to twist her arm to make her let go, but she used the nails of her free hand to leave bloody trails from his bicep to his wrist.

“You fucking psycho bitch!” yelled Richie. “We’re gonna tell your dad, and you’re gonna be grounded till you go to college.”

Jenny didn’t even bother looking at Richie. Instead, she glared at Howie, the ringleader.

“Is that right, HOWARD, are you gonna be a little bitch and rat me out?” Howie stared back for a few heartbeats, then gave her a condescending smile.

“Relax, princess,” he said. “We’re just having a little fun with lover boy. Let’s go, guys.” With that, they filed out of the room. Richie tried to give her a tough guy stare on the way out, but he bumped into the doorway and she laughed out loud at him.

Later, she sat next to me on the floor, holding my hand and placing an arm over my shoulders. It would have been the answer to my fantasies, except I was sniveling like the little boy with skinned knees.

“You’re a good kid, Jake,” she said. “They’re not. They’re mean and they hurt you.” I sniffled but didn’t answer.

“I know about hurt, about pain,” she said. “I see it a lot in my house. The thing is, pain comes and goes. But what’s always there is you. You just have ride through it, like waves in the ocean. And if it knocks you down, you have to get back up. Because if you stay down, pain will drown you.”

??????????

Having mom in town was helpful in the sense that I didn’t have to keep making that long bus trip out to my cousin’s apartment. I had a busy but focused five-day period where I got caught up on my studies. But I began to realize that I was falling out of the loop. I really had no sense of how Jenny was doing, and whether my mom and Dalia were holding up okay.

It was pretty clear that this was by design. Keeping me focused on school was a collective priority among the three women in my life. They weren’t going to reach out to me and cause a distraction, and on the rare occasions I found time to call them, all I got was cheerful platitudes. Like it or not, I was going to have to trust them to let me know if anything was going off track.

On the fifth night, they did.

Dalia called and levelled with me that Jenny’s pregnancy was becoming increasingly complicated and she had been to the doctor twice and the hospital once during the last week. The doctors were concerned about Jenny’s condition. In the midst of this, Jenny was insisting on talking to me and she wouldn’t tell Dalia or my mom why.

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Pam had just left to meet her 1:00 curfew, leaving Laura and I alone together in my room, playing truth or dare.

“Okay, Elle, truth or dare?” asked Laura.

“Truth,” I responded immediately. Laura was definitely the wilder of the two of us, and I didn’t know what she’d dare me to do. I admit it, I’m a sissy.

“Okay. Hmm,” said Laura. She had to think for a moment to come up with a question she didn’t know the answer to. Laura and I are cousins — our moms are sisters. We’ve known each other since birth and are very close; we tell each other EVERYTHING.

“Okay,” she finally said, “I’ve got one. Have you ever fantasized about sex with a girl?”

“Well…yeah,” I said. I could feel my cheeks start to get hot. I frequently had dreams about girls, from which I would wake covered in sweat and indescribably aroused. I glanced at her face but couldn’t discern her reaction in the semi-darkness of my room. There was an uncomfortable pause before I realized she was waiting for me to take my turn.

“Oh, uh, truth or dare?” I asked. She picked truth. I hesitated — I was dying to know her answer to the same question, but apprehensive about asking. Curiosity won and I said in what I hoped was a casual tone, “Have you?”

“All the time,” she said frankly. I wasn’t sure how to react. “Truth or dare?” she asked.

“Truth,” I said, as usual.

“Have you ever fantasized about sex with me?” she asked, in a tone that made it obvious she had had the question on the tip of her tongue before I chose truth.

Now, her previous question had come as a surprise. But I had a few bisexual friends, and people talk about lesbians all the time. It was a question I could handle. But, sex with Laura is NOT a concept I was used to dealing with daily. Before she had asked the question the answer would have been “no.” But, now that the idea of lesbian sex was on my mind, and she had introduced the concept of lesbian sex with her, that “no” was becoming less definite. The more I thought about it, the sexier she was. The innocent tone with which she had just spoken was such a turn-on. Her long golden hair was so vibrant, her eyes so bright, her turned-up nose so cute, her full lips so inviting, her neck so slim and — I stopped that train of thought before it moved any lower on her body. Still, I didn’t know what the answer to her question was.

“Uh, I um–I, uh, changed my mind, dare,” I stuttered.

“That’s okay,” she said. Her voice, incredibly, remained even and casual.”Um…alright, come sit over here,” she said.

“That’s it?” I asked dubiously.

“No, silly,” she giggled, patting the carpet next to her, “Just come here.” So, I got off of my bed and sat down next to where she was sitting against the wall. We were real close, I could feel the heat coming from her arm. When we turned our heads to look at each otheer, our noses were only a few inches apart. “Hold on,” she said, and leaned casino oyna forward so that she could reach her arms up under the back of her shirt. I watched, bewildered, as she removed her bra and pulled it out through one of the sleeves of her t-shirt.

“Okay, your dare…” she said, and pulled up the front of her shirt revealing two perfectly formed, slightly larger-than-average, totally untanned breasts with exquisite light brown nipples. “Is to suck my nipples.” It was unbelievable. I felt all fluttery and hot. Suddenly all I wanted to do was to touch, taste, experience her beautiful chest.

I tore my attention away from her tits to look up at her face. She smiled encouragingly and my inhibitions melted. Placing my hand awkwardly over her belly button, I lowered my mouth to a nipple and touched it tentatively with my tongue. She let out a sigh and the nipple instantly hardened. Excited by her reaction, I stuck my entire mouth on as much of her breast as I could, circling the nipple with my tongue. I removed my hand from her stomach and used it to massage one breast while I licked and nibbled the other. After a few minutes, I switched tits. I just couldn’t get enough of the spicy taste of her nipples. The whole time, she made little whimpering noises, which I found so unbearably erotic.

After a while, she pulled my head away. Reluctantly, I let her. Her face was flushed with arousal and, I suddenly realized, my panties were soaked. She gave me a loving smile.

“Your turn,” she said.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Do the same thing to me,” I said, eager to feel what Laura had felt. I pulled up my shirt — I was braless. My breasts were the same size as hers, but my nipples were a deep pink, almost red, and pierced. Without a word she bent to her task, pushing my nipple ring around with her tongue. I gasped at the first contact, but quickly relaxed. I often stimulated my breasts manually while masturbating, but the feel of a tongue on my virgin tits was a billion times better. Each lick of her eager tongue sent a shiver down my spine.

Suddenly, just as she started really going at it, she stopped. I looked down to see what could possibly be interrupting my moment of bliss, and was met with Laura’s hot lips on mine. We both groaned as she tried to devour my mouth. Her tongue walked into my mouth like it owned the place, and began exploring every crevice. My tongue met hers in a passionate embrace. This was beyond kissing any boy. Kissing a boy was just a brief clash of two mouths. Kissing my cousin was a long, passionate union of two souls.

Finally she broke the kiss, leaving my mouth vibrating with sensation. We stared at each other briefly, breathing hard. She ripped off my shirt, then pulled my skirt off. I was left naked except for my panties.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” she said breathily. That was an understatement; my panties were entirely saturated with my juices. slot oyna I watched as she pulled off her own t-shirt, then wiggled out of her shorts. I nearly had a heart attack when I saw her beautiful blond bush. Before I could comment she was removing my panties. I stretched my legs out so she could pull them off easily. Then she fixed her gaze on my wet, shaved pussy.

“I’m gonna make you come all over my face,” she said, and dove for my cunt. I squealed with pleasure and surprise as she licked me, and was so aroused that I orgasmed immediately. I squeezed my eyes shut tight as, true to her prediction, I came all over my cousin’s face.

We both relaxed. For nearly fifteen minutes we sat in that position, trying to catch our breath — two naked girls, me with the top of my back and my neck leaning on the wall, the rest of my body sprawled over the floor, my cousin still between my wide open legs, head resting on my thigh. After a while, I couldn’t wait any longer to taste her.

“My turn,” I said, and we switched places. I was suddenly directly in front of Elle’s cunt. I inhaled deeply, letting her musky scent fill my body. Then I began kissing her inner thighs lightly, around her pussy, coming tantalizingly close but never quite there.

Finally, I attached my mouth to her. Her bush tickled my nose as I shoved my tongue into her hot hole. I licked and sucked and sucked and licked and her cries slowly got louder and louder. I tasted every part of her salty slit and she bucked her hips with incredible pleasure. Finally, there was a dramatic rise in the volume and pitch of her yelps, and in less than a minute she lost control. Her powerful thighs squeezed my head painfully, her heels dug into my back, her entire body spasmed violently and she filled my mouth with hot, salty girl-cum. I swallowed every drop, then lovingly licked her pussy clean as she sighed with post-orgasm bliss.

Finally I moved up and lay on top of her, smashing our breasts and pussies together, and putting me in the perfect position to continue exchanging saliva with her. I chased her tongue around her mouth while lightly stroking her cheek with my fingertips. I could still taste traces of my pussy in her mouth, and I knew she could taste hers in mine. We made out for a long, long time. I could fuck Elle for hours, but I could kiss her for days.

I kissed her for an eternity, one hand on the side of her head and one on her thigh. Her thigh, her beautiful thigh. It was so smooth and flawless and warm. I let my mind wander around Elle’s body while my tongue wandered around her mouth. Her beautiful, sexy tits, her long, sensual legs, and her hot, tasty pussy. Every part of her body turned me on, and the intensity of the kiss grew as I got hotter and hotter. My cousin was such a fucking hottie. I wanted her so bad.

Before long my pussy was dripping again and I was hornier than I had ever been in my life. I gave a canlı casino siteleri long, sexy moan into my cousin’s mouth, then broke the kiss. I rolled off of her and stuck three fingers in my pussy and began fucking myself wildly while massaging my clit with my thumb. I needed an orgasm so badly.

“Now, now, that’s my job,” my cousin grinned, and pulled my hand away.

“Fuck,” I whispered, breathing hard. “I need it so fucking bad. Eat me, baby…”

“Why should I?” she asked. I looked at her and saw a mischevious grin on her face.

“Please, Elle, I need it,” I moaned. I couldn’t believe how horny I was. At that moment, I would do anything to get off.

“Oh, I don’t think you want it enough,” she said, her grin widening.

“Just fucking eat me!” I practically screamed.

“Make me,” she said. I couldn’t believe her.

“Damn it, Elle, I need to fucking come!” with every second I was getting hornier, and the fact that my cousin was sexy, naked, and right next to me wasn’t helping.

“Oh, I’m sure you don’t REALLY need to come,” she said. Unable to stand it any longer, I tried to masturbate again. Again Elle moved my hand away.

“If you want to come, Laura, you’re gonna have to convince me you need it,” she insisted. She was driving me insane, but I knew she wouldn’t get me off until I had satisfied her.

“Please, Elle! I have to have you! You’re so fucking sexy! I need you to devour my wet pussy before I EXPLODE!” I gasped.

“You’re such a little slut,” she giggled.

“Lick me, you bitch!” I groaned. I can’t express how much I needed it.

“Well, gee, when you put it that way,” she said, and bit my clit. I screamed while she continued to chew on my clit. In less than a minute, I screamed again and came all over her face a second time. This orgasm was the best of my life. I felt like I pumped come all over her for five minutes straight. I was screaming the whole time, shaking my head back and forth. Finally I began to calm down, and sucked in huge gulps of air while she moved away from my clit to lick my pussy clean. As my moans subsided, she continued to lick my cunt. I had barely come down from one orgasm before another one started building. My cries quickly started getting louder, and I began to rub one of my nipples while she licked me. This time she ate me for a long time before, finally, I had three delicious orgasms in rapid succession. It was a long time before either of us could move.

After a while, she lay down next to me. We both propped ourselves up on our elbows and engaged in a long, tender, kiss. Her hand rubbed my stomach gently, lovingly, in circles. Her circles got lower, and lower…

I broke the kiss to moan. She slid a finger in me, then added another and started finger-fucking me. I groaned and reached down to her pussy. We rubbed and fucked and massaged until we both had one last simultaneous orgasm.

Finally, I laid my head on her shoulder.

“Wow…wow…w…wow,” I said, too amazed to do much else.

“I know,” she said in a dream voice. “That was incredible.”

“You’re so hot,” I said. She laughed. We talked for the rest of the night.

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(Author’s Note. Yes, I know that in real life if you stopped an elevator for as long a period of time as this story indicates you would have alarms and inquires. Its a fantasy, darn it.)

The bell chimed softly as the door slid open. Two women entered the elevator. The shorter one walked to the glass wall in front of them, resting her hands on the brass railing that guarded the three clear sides. Middle-aged, she was slender with light brown hair tumbling across her shoulders. She wore a simple black dress, held up by thin straps. Black stockings and black heels completed an outfit set off only by a gold locket suspended by a thin chain around her neck. The outfit might have been somber, but the wide open smile that she favored the city with and the dancing light in her eyes wiped any of those thoughts away.

Her companion pressed a button and waited for the door to close. The elevator began to rise and she stepped forward to stand immediately behind the other woman. She was taller, with a full, rounded body. Also brunette, her hair was darker, almost the deep rich color of the paneling surrounding the door. Her generous breasts strained at her coral dress. She too wore black heels, showing off her legs. Her gaze rested on her companion, a proprietary smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

The elevator rose smoothly. One of a matched pair that was duplicated on two other sides of the hotel, the glass walls laid the night time vista of the bustling Southern city in front of them. The soft illumination of the recessed lights allowed them to observe the twinkling lights both below them and the sky above that the surrounding towers pointed towards. A nearly full moon showered the city and the elevator in bright silver light.

When the elevator had reached some 15 stories into the sky, the taller woman reached back and pressed the “Stop” button. She stepped behind her companion. Her hands touched slender hips covered by fine black material. She bent her head towards a waiting ear. Her cheek grazed the other woman’s in an almost feline gesture of possession. She whispered, her voice was low, carressing, full of suppressed emotion and desire.

“All night long I’ve wanted you. Throughout dinner I wanted to spring across casino siteleri the table and take you. When we went dancing, every movement made my desire for you grow. Whether you danced across the floor alone or with another woman, or you nestled in my arms to the slower songs, every touch, every glance made my heart beat faster, my breath come quicker. Now I have you, here before the entire city, and you are mine.”

The smaller woman leaned back against her companion. She felt the hands on her hips begin to move in languid circles, moving slowly down her thighs until the fingers caught the hem of her dress. Slowly those fingers danced up, pausing to caress the flowered tops of the silk stockings, then the smooth white flesh above them. She moaned softly as her companion’s touch almost reached the heat building between her legs, but then slipped away to follow the line of her French-cut black satin panties. Her dress bunched about her waist and the cool air made her shiver.

“Yours,” she gasped.

The second woman pressed her hips forward, trapping the dress in place. She reached up, unhooked the top of the black dress and drew down the zipper. Her lips brushed over the ear she had been whispering in, then slid to the almost bare shoulders. She caught first one strap, then the other in her teeth, dragging them down trembling arms. She moved back slightly, and the black dress fell down the smaller woman’s body, exposing a black lace bra that matched her panties.

“Step out of it, lover,” whispered the woman in the coral dress. As the other woman followed directions, she reached around to run her fingertips over the skin exposed by the low cut bra. Reaching into the valley, a quick movement undid the front catch, letting the small but still firm breasts fall free. However the woman did not move her hands. Instead, she caught the black material and began to rub the lace at the top of the cups across the exposed nipples.

The smaller woman moaned louder as the lace scratched across her already hard nipples, rousing them to an even higher pitch of excitement. The other woman smiled and began to pinch and pull on the achingly hard nubbins.

“You like that don’t you, my dear,” she breathed.

“Yesssssssss,” hissed slot oyna the smaller woman.

“Take your panties off.”

The almost nude woman caught the hem of her panties and pulled the wet satin down over her hips. She wiggled and then kicked them aside with one twist of her foot. The moon had risen, adding its glow to the dim interior lights, outlining and displaying her slender body, now clad only in her thigh high stockings and high heels.

The second woman stepped back, allowing the bra to slip away as she reached down and hoisted her own dress to her waist. She was wearing sheer silken pantyhose, the center of which was already translucent from her own dampness. She wrapped her arms around the woman in front of her pulling her back to her. Her legs slid apart and she pressed herself against the firm ass. Even though they were still covered, when her heavy breasts draped against the other woman’s back, her nipples seemed to bore all the way through bra and dress to the smooth skin before them.

One hand grasped a small breast, squeezing it. The other crept down the quivering tummy to part the already swollen lips and dip inside. One finger curled, stroking the length of the slit. It was quickly joined by two others, as the thumb delicately slid under the hood and touched an already throbbing clitoris.

“Oh God,” the smaller woman moaned. She ground her ass against woman behind her, leaning forward slightly to push her tailbone up between the nylon covered legs and against the wetness there. She bit her lip as her lover’s fingers plunged in and out of her own dripping pussy. She reached back and gripped her lover’s hips pulling the larger woman in as her entire body moved in unison with the other’s, undulating and sliding up and down.

“Next time, I’ll do this to you in broad daylight,” the aggressor whispered into the ear her tongue was darting into.

Even in her excitement, the other giggled. “And get us arrested again? What if its not a lovely female officer with a yen for older women this time?” Then words stopped as she gave a muffled cry, her body arching as internal muscles gripped the fingers deep inside her. Almost savagely she ground her ass against the pussy behind her. Her head lolled back and her mouth canlı casino siteleri dropped open in a silent scream as the other woman’s mouth moved and she felt the teeth close on the side of her neck.

“Oh godddddddddddddd,” she cried out, loudly now as three fingers spread inside her and the matching thumb pressed hard against her clit. She shook as spasms ran through her body and collapsed back against the other woman, who smiled and cuddled her.

“Mmmmm, MaryAnn, that was wonderful.” The woman twisted her head and looked back and up at her lover. “Couldn’t wait till we get to the room, again.”

MaryAnn stroked the shorter woman’s face with her fingertips. “Must be something you put in my drinks, Sally.”

Sally kissed each fingertips. She suddenly giggled. “Don’t look now sweetheart, but we’re not alone.”

MaryAnn followed her long time girlfriend’s gaze. A companion elevator was stopped next to theirs. Most of the occupants seemed to be men in their early 20’s. MaryAnn vaguely remembered there was some sort of national fraternity get-together but had paid it little mind. And she still didn’t care.

“Apparently they’ve never seen two women make love before,” noted Sally. Making no attempt to pick up her clothing, she turned and dipped her knees, as though she was curtsying to them. Then she wrapped her arms around MaryAnn’s neck and gave her a long, loving kiss.

“I wouldn’t say that about all of them,” noted Maryann. It was Sally’s turn to look. In the back of the other elevator, almost hidden by the gawking young men, was a female couple. In their late 30’s, one was blonde, the other brunette. They were holding hands and standing close to each other. Very close indeed. The blonde blew a kiss over to MaryAnn and Sally. The brunette held up a piece of paper with a series of hastily scrawled numbers on it.

“Room 1762,” said Sally. She leaned against the glass, causing the watching males to seem to get a little dizzy. MaryAnn suspected their blood flow was nowhere near their brains. “Call you in the morning,” Sally yelled.

MaryAnn pulled the “Stop” button out and the elevator started again. In seconds the doors opened to an empty hallway. Sally absently scooped up her clothing, tossed it over her shoulder and walked down the corridor.

“I hope you have the room card, honey. I want to get a little nap before breakfast. It might prove to be a long day tomorrow.”

It was.

(The End)

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“So what happened with Lloyd?” asks Heather, leaning with one elbow on the table at Pete’s Tavern. It’s just before noon on a Sunday and the restaurant is filled with the buzz of people eating brunch, a meal favored by fashionable young city dwellers waiting to begin living lives more like their parents.

“I couldn’t stand it any more,” says Anne. “We weren’t right for each other. It was torture for both of us.”

They pause as the second round of drinks arrives. The drinks are girl’s drinks: daiquiris, vodka tonic, and red wine.

“We all thought that the two of you were great together,” says Betty. “You never fought. Nigel and I fight all the time and my phone bill is a hundred dollars in long distance.”

“Fighting wasn’t our problem. It was something else. He just had something missing. It wasn’t right. We had issues.”

“What issues?” Erin says.

“We had money issues. He’s kind of poor.”

“No,” says Heather. “C’mon. I know you better than that.”

“I’m spoiled. At least I admit it,” says Anne.

Betty has come to the bottom of her strawberry daiquiri quickly and orders the table a third round. She speaks up once the waitress has left to get the drink. “Was it big?”

The table erupts in giddy laughter. There are red faces all around.

Anne looks around, then nods her head with guilty pleasure and with both hands makes a circle to illustrate (with hyperbole one would hope) her ex-boyfriend’s impressive penile girth. Another explosion of laughter from the table turns a few heads in the buzzing restaurant. A few tables away, a couple of men do a bad job of pretending not to listen.

“Ouch,” laughs Betty. “But that’s better than having a guy with a small one.”

“Here’s to more big cock in your future,” Heather raises her glass to toast Anne’s new freedom. Heather is happy to hear that nice guys like Lloyd can have big dicks.

“It’s probably why we stayed together those few weeks extra,” says Anne.

“His marvelous cock?” Erin says a bit too loudly. The girls all laugh a breath-exhausting, bladder-straining laughter. Erin turns three shades of red. When they are sufficiently recovered, Erin drops her voice and asks, “So he was your biggest so far?”

“Yeah, and the sex was great but there was no way it could save us.”

“Why not ride it out a bit longer? No pun intended.”

“Well, the size was a bit awkward. Bigger is better, but it just gets too sore all the time. That’s not something you tell a guy: ‘I’m sorry but your dick is too big for a long-term relationship.’ That’s delving into facets of a man’s ego I’d rather not explore.”

“Was he bigger than Thor?” giggles Heather. Thor, Anne’s vibrator, is enormous and has a Nordic design on it like Viking women might have had engraved on their vibrators.

“He was wider than Thor, but not longer. He was like a sex-starved dog on speed. It took away from everything. He once admitted to me that he jerked off before I came over to his place so that when we did it he would last a long time. It was bad: about three quarters of the way through it got painful and kept going thinking he was having problems coming.”

“Why do guys always act like they’re in competition with you to see who can come last? Either that or they act like they’re in a porno movie,” complains Betty. “When Nigel and I first started doing it, he would pull out and always try to shoot it in my face or on my tits.”

“He didn’t have an edge to him. He was too sweet and nice. I could see myself picking up guys at Brother Jimmy’s when casino oyna he’s not around.”

“Uh-oh,” says Erin, who cries out for most of the restaurant to hear, “Free blow jobs for all frat boys on the Upper East Side!”

“SSSSSHHH!!” The table collectively admonishes her.

Anne continues, “And he would write me really terrible stories. He would bring them to me and I’d read them and they were horrible. I couldn’t figure out whey he’d want me to read these.”

“How bad were they?”

“He had one called Paula’s First Boyfriend about a girl who was obsessed with Kermit the Frog – or he used some fictionalized version of Kermit the Frog so he wouldn’t get sued, as if anyone would publish it. Anyway, the girl is so obsessed with Kermit the Frog that when she reaches puberty she gets a Kermit the Frog stuffed animal and sews vibrator onto it so she can have sex with it. She never stops either. She becomes an adult and is still fucking her Kermit the Frog doll.

“Then he had a really horrible one called The Abortion Penis where a man has the power to give women abortions by having sex with them. If a woman was even two days late, she could have sex with this guy and if she were pregnant she would miscarry. And no matter how far along a woman was or how gentle he was, she would lose her baby after having sex with this guy. So he hires himself out to abortion clinics as an alternative therapy. It lets women abort their babies without having an actual abortion.”

“That’s pretty sick,” says Erin, thinking of the (non-intercourse-induced) abortion she had had a few years ago. She hadn’t told any of her friends. Her boyfriend at the time gave her some money but didn’t go with her to the clinic.

“He wrote it after I had told him I was five days late. I got it after we did it that night. He came up with this theory that good enough sex could cause an early miscarriage and that ‘additional fucking’ was the only birth control we should use.”

“But he was only joking,” says Heather.

“Yeah, but that’s still too weird. He did other things too. When we went to Boston for his friend’s wedding, he walked all over the hotel to look for the most remote and least-used men’s room.”

Anne continued, “He wrote poems for me when I wanted to go out and do things. He hated going to dance clubs. He begged me to let him watch me pee.”

“What?!?” Heather and Betty were surprised.

“Did you?” asks Erin.

“No!”

“Why not?

“I don’t want anyone watching me pee! That’s disgusting!”

“It’s not disgusting. I pee on Lenny all the time.”

“Ieeewwww,” Betty and Anne grimace. Heather laughs.

Erin smiles in mature disbelief. “How is that disgusting?

“It just is,” says Anne. “Does he pee on you?

“No. It doesn’t work that way. Not with us, anyway.”

“And what does he do after you pee on him?” asks Anne.

“He cleans up and then he usually goes down on me for a little while before we do it.”

“That’s gross,” says Anne.

“Having a guy go down on you is gross?”

“Right after I pee it is.”

“No, think about it: instead of having a roll of toilet paper there you have your man’s eager face.”

“What’s really gross is how all guys ask for anal these days,” says Erin, changing the subject. “And…”

“It’s the last taboo,” reports Heather, who let a poorly endowed boyfriend up her poop shoot when she was in graduate school. She didn’t really like it but she could see how some women might.

“Can we get the word out to the men of the world that slot oyna if they want anal they should go gay and get in on with other guys?” says Erin.

“Hey men of the world!” yells Anne. “Quit asking us for a-“

Heather throws her arms around Anne to cup a hand over her mouth.

Betty speaks up, “Well when did things start to go wrong for you and Lloyd? Did he slip his big cock up your ass?”

“No! The first time I had a real feeling that things were going downhill was when he didn’t take me ice skating. I really wanted to go ice skating and he said he couldn’t afford it.”

“So?”

“So it ticked me off. He had said he was going to take me but then he said he was out of money. He got all indignant about it too. He said ‘You don’t understand Anne, I have twenty dollars in the bank right now!'”

“So then he really was broke.”

“I guess. He had these awful carpets in his apartment – these ugly red carpets, ugh,” Anne grimaces.

“So what’s his nickname going to be? What boyfriend is Lloyd going to be?” asks Erin. Erin started giving everyone’s ex-boyfriends nicknames since she broke up with ‘Handsome,’ who was named so not because he was particularly attractive but because he drove a horse-drawn Handsome Cab around Central Park. Heather used to ride with him and once have him a hand job beneath their riding blanket while he chauffeured a dotty old couple around one November night.

“Lloyd was the Egg Sandwiches and Fucking boyfriend.”

“Egg Sandwiches and Fucking?”

“Yes. Just about every single Sunday we would wake up at his place and he would make egg sandwiches for the both of us.”

“And then you’d fuck?” asks Heather, picturing Anne naked and having sex while eating an egg sandwich.

“Yeah.”

“Instead of doing it the night before?” asks Erin.

“No, we’d do it then too.”

“You go Anne!” Betty cheers, raising her daiquiri.

“You wouldn’t make love?” Betty asks jokingly. She and Nigel either schtup or shag.

“We’d sometimes start making love, but we’d always end up fucking.”

Erin raises her glass for a toast. “Here’s to fucking.”

“That’s so cute,” opines Heather. “Can I have his phone number? I want to ask him out.”

“Heather! That’s awful!” says Betty.

“Why? I need cock too.”

“But only half the time,” chimes in Erin.

“Well I’m still waiting for my half! If Lloyd’s cock is as big as Anne says then half of it is all I would need.”

“No,” says Anne stubbornly. She lifts her glass and prepares to take another healthy sip of wine. “It would be too awkward. I couldn’t handle the idea of the two of you together.”

“You sure he’s not gay?” asks Erin, burning back to Anne. “Because if Heather thinks he’s cute then he must be gay.”

Heather laughs, shakes her head in mock disbelief.

“If he was gay he wouldn’t have such a filthy apartment,” reports Anne.

The waitress approaches the table and leans down. “The gentlemen who were sitting at that table over there paid your tab. They wanted me to extend their thanks and appreciation for your conversation.”

The women turn red with embarrassment. How many other diners heard their tales of sexual woe? How strong were their drinks that they got that loud that fast? But getting a free meal out of it? They should do this every week. For the third time they order one last round of drinks.

Anne excuses herself.

Heather follows behind Anne as they go down the stairs and towards the restrooms. When they reach the bottom of the stairs, canlı casino siteleri Heather reaches out and touches Anne on the shoulder.

“Hey Anne, I just want to say,” she pauses, unsure how to go on. “I’m not telling you to get back with Lloyd or anything, but don’t be so dismissive of the people that love you.”

Anne rolls her eyes.

“Trust me Anne. In the real world, there isn’t a big dick waiting for you in every bed. There aren’t cute guys waiting to cook you eggs and eat your pussy lined up around the corner. Most women wouldn’t dump a guy over not being able to afford ice-skating. Besides, if you’re looking for someone who wants to eat you and fuck you…”

Heather runs her fingers down Anne’s arm. She stopped at her hand and gently curls her fingers around Anne’s hand. Anne leans forward just enough to get a light kiss on the lips. Heather puts her arms around her and they hold each other and kiss again. Instead of letting her go, Heather pulls her a big closer and gives her a deeper kiss. They stop when they hear footsteps coming down the steps. It is a tubby bald man with glasses who lumbers along and into the men’s room.

Once the men’s room door closes, Heather gives a quick look towards the stairs. The coast is clear and she takes Anne by the arm and brings her into the women’s bathroom. She locks the door and presses Anne against the wall and kisses her some more. They slip their tongues inquisitively in and out of each other’s mouths. Heather’s hands find their way under Anne’s shirt and began to gently knead her breasts through her bra. Anne lets out a surprised and excited sigh. Having her breasts touched drives her crazy. She runs her fingers through Heather’s curly hair as Heather kisses and bites her neck.

Heather pushes up on Anne’s bra and Anne’s full breasts fall into her hands. She kneads them some more, running her fingers over the nipples until they’re very hard. Anne lets out a slow moan and kisses Heather hard, putting her tongue far into Heather’s mouth and biting down a bit on her lip. Anne brings her hands around to Heather’s breasts. Heather’s breasts are perky and small and fit perfectly in Anne’s hands. She massages them lightly, too excited by Heather’s touch to focus on them.

Heather unbuttons Anne’s pants. She moves her hand down and over Anne’s panties and feels her warmth and dampness. She can smell Anne’s musk and it makes her imagine long evenings in bed with Anne and having Anne’s smell all over her.

“Relax,” Heather says. “I want to make you come. Just relax. I’ll be gentle.”

“Don’t be too gentle.”

Heather slides her hand inside Anne’s panties. Her hand gently passes over Anne’s bush and feels her full parting lips and wet opening. Heather rubs the clit gently with her fingers and Anne takes a sharp breath in. After a bit, Heather slowly inserts two fingers and Anne tenses up but then relaxes. Heather moves her fingers inside Anne lightly until Anne is slick with arousal.

Heather works her hand against Anne’s clit while her two fingers work their way in and out of her. She presses against her and kisses and bites Anne’s neck while her free hand squeezes Anne’s breast.

Before she has time to think, Anne comes quickly in a short series of jerks and gasps. She nestles her head in Heather’s neck to try to stifle her cries. Heather’s fingers are coated with Anne’s thick cum. Anne freezes for a moment, catches her breath. Heather slows and stops moving her hand. They kiss some more.

They fix their clothing and wash up before leaving. They step out under the glare of five impatient women who are waiting in line for the restroom.

The two avert their eyes and head for the stairs. “We’ll finish this conversation later,” says Anne.

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Before driving to Flowers, to the one boot store she knew of, Gracie Taylor swung by the post office to check her P.O. Box. She nervously brushed her shoulder length light blonde hair back with her hand as her brown eyes searched every face carefully. She clutched her large canvas bag tightly.

A woman was checking her own box and Gracie shrank away. Just as Gracie was about to bolt for the door, the woman finished. The woman turned and gave Gracie a polite smile, but Gracie blushed, seeing a knowing smirk on the woman’s face.

Gracie’s latest issues of Parasols and Rub magazines were in. Gracie quickly dumped the two discretely packaged magazines into her large bag. There was also a discretely marked box in her P.O. Box.

Gracie again looked around to make sure no one was looking as she then shoved the box into her bag. A small piece of paper reminded her that the charge for her P.O. Box would be due in a month and she resolved to send them a payment.

“Hi, welcome to Cal’s. Anything in particular?” a bored sales clerk asked, toying with a display of cowboy hats.

“I uh, Nancy working today?” Gracie managed to blurt out.

“Nancy? Yeah, she’s in the back putting some stuff up,” the young man said, already losing interest.

Gracie looked at some boots on display. She looked at the brown ones, similar to the pair that Ms. Banks was wearing. But her eyes kept being drawn to a bright lipstick red boot that perched just out of reach.

“Jordin said you, Gracie! Hey!” Nicole said, then brightened.

“Ugh!” Gracie protested when she was hugged, then kissed, squarely on the lips.

“Oh my God! Hey! How have you been? Long time no see, huh?” Nancy asked cheerfully.

“Yeah, every time tried calling you, said this number’s no longer in service,” Gracie snapped, actually a little angered over Nancy’s perceived slight.

“Yeah, I know, and Eddy swears he paid the bill and had your phone number in my contacts and when it died, couldn’t find you,” Nancy admitted.

“Plus that, kind of embarrassed,” she mumbled, looking away from Gracie.

“Embarrassed?” Gracie asked.

“Lost the house, lost all the furniture, Eddy’s truck died, needed a new thingamabob or whatchamacallit,” Nancy admitted.

She then looked at Gracie. She shook her head slightly, which caused her hair to fall slightly into her face.

Gracie looked at Nancy. Nancy still looked cute, beautiful actually, with her brown hair dangling in her face. The snap button western shirt had decorative sequins around her small breasts and her blue jeans looked quite tight, sexy on her full hips. Nancy’s feet were jammed into a pair of high heeled cowboy boots and she wore a matching leather belt with large horsehead buckle.

“Then, when Eddy found out about the baby?” Nancy said, pointing at her belly, then affecting a deep voice. “Ain’t mine. We been using condoms. How I know how many mother fuckers you ben fucking, huh? I mean, remember that time with Warren and Megan?”

“You, you’re pregnant?” Gracie squealed.

“Shh, shh, trying get on the insurance here,” Nancy hissed, waving her hands at Gracie.

“How far along?” Gracie whispered, checking that Jordin was now on the other side of the store, playing with a lasso.

“Right at about three months,” Nancy whispered in reply.

“So, where are y’all living now?” Gracie asked.

“Uh, I’m at my momma’s house. ‘Oh Nancy, really? Told you, didn’t we? Told you don’t need be living with Eddy; y’all ain’t even married. And now look at you, huh?'” Nancy said bitterly. “And Eddy? Hell if I know where he run off to.”

“Y’all on commission?” Gracie asked.

“Yeah, four percent,” Nancy stated.

“Okay, I’m about a size eight. Those red ones? Right there?” Gracie said.

“Uh, Gracie? Those? Those are five eighty nine,” Nancy said.

“Uh huh?” Gracie said. “Y’all got a belt goes with them? But I’d feel terrible wearing a horse’s head on my belt; y’all got, oh God, I don’t know, like a star or maybe a moon?”

“Be right back,” Nancy said.

By the time Nancy returned, Gracie had found three pairs of boot cut blue jeans, four cute western snap button blouses and two pairs of boot socks.

“This blue matches your eyes,” Gracie complimented, showing Nancy one of the blouses she’d picked out.

“Now, heel’s going slip just a bit, okay?” Nancy said opening the box. “Wouldn’t be able get your foot in them if they didn’t.”

“Oh! I love the insole of these,” Gracie said, taking a few steps.

“Uh, yeah, it’s like a memory foam or something,” Nancy agreed.

Okay. Oh, belt?” Gracie said.

“Right here. There’s this star buckle, here’s a crescent moon buckle, oh, and I thought these were kind of cute; they’re boots, see?” Nancy said, showing her three belt buckles that would affix to the red leather strap.

“Okay, and I need casino siteleri a can of saddle soap; y’all sell that here?” Gracie said.

“Oh, drove by the apartment other day, looking for your Jeep,” Nancy said as she carried the two boxes of boots; Gracie had also selected a light brown pair in a slightly different style. “Megan said she hadn’t seen you, thought you might have moved out.”

“When was that?” Gracie asked, putting belts, buckles, blouses and jeans onto the counter.

“‘Bout two months back, right after lost your number,” Nancy said.

“That bitch. That God damned bitch,” Gracie snarled. Knew I was right upstairs. She KNEW that.”

“Anyway,” Nancy said, ringing up the items. “Had drop out of nursing school so I’m here full time now.”

“Drop, oh Nancy! Oh, that’s terrible,” Gracie said.

Gracie zipped up her coat, checked the three bags, checked that everything was in them, including the can of saddle soap, then searched through the heavy glass door for her Mustang. The jade green automobile sat alone in the parking lot; she was the only customer in the store.

“Here, I’ll help you,” Nancy said, still feeling giddy over the one thousand and eighty seven dollar sale.

“Nancy, it’s cold outside,” Gracie said. “Just stand here, make sure no one touches my bags, okay?”

Gracie dashed outside, put the first bag into the small trunk, checked to see that her canvas bag was also still there. She slammed the trunk shut then raced back to the door.

“I seen that car! In your parking spot at the apartment. Megan should have known that was you,” Nancy said, pointing toward Gracie’s car.

“Probably did,” Gracie snapped. “Just didn’t want share.”

“That sounds like her,” Nancy agreed.

Gracie brought the second bag out, checked that the first bag was still in the trunk, checked that everything was still in that bag, and in her canvas bag. She put the second bag in, then slammed the trunk shut.

“I uh, thanks. I hope I’ll see you again,” Nancy said when Gracie grabbed the third bag.

“What time you get off?” Gracie asked, opening the bag, making sure nothing had been removed.

“It’s… Forty minutes,” Nancy said.

“Oh! Want get something to eat? You ever eat at that Benito’s?” Gracie asked.

“Ben, Gracie, I can’t afford, every penny I make’s going to paying my bills,” Nancy admitted.

“Nancy, I can afford it,” Gracie said. “Unless you already got, unless you don’t want to?”

“Let me call my momma, let her know I’ll be home later,” Nancy smiled.

Again, Gracie let out a grunt when her friend hugged, then kissed her.

For thirty minutes, Gracie walked around the small store, looking at everything. She tried on a few cowboy hats but Nancy smiled and shook her head ‘no’ at her. She tried on a long coat that had saddle slits, for horseback riding. Again, Nancy shook her head ‘no’ and Gracie had to admit; it just was not her style.

“Hmm, would you look at that,” Nancy said as a car pulled into the parking lot, then drove slowly around to the rear of the parking lot. “Hey Jordin, Shelley’s on time for once.”

“Isn’t that one of the signs of the Apocalypse?” Jordin agreed, still practicing with the lasso. “Swear to God, I’m going get this one of these times.”

“THAT will be one of the signs of the Apocalypse,” Nancy said.

“Hey Nancy? Go sit on a cactus, huh?” Jordin smiled.

“I’ll clock out, meet you at your car, okay?” Nancy said.

Gracie walked outside, got into her car and nervously waited. She constantly looked all around; suppose Nancy slipped out the rear of the store, ran away? Suppose Nancy didn’t really want to go eat with her, but was just too polite to simply refuse? How long should she sit and wait before finally driving off?

Her fears seemed to be confirmed when Nancy did walk around the side of the building, from the rear. Gracie wondered why Nancy had come from the rear of the building, instead of through the front door, the shortest route to the car.

Nancy scurried; the December wind blowing from the Atchafalaya was brutal.

“Hey!” Nancy said, hurriedly getting into the passenger seat. “Don’t know why, but Jenna? She’s the manager? Makes all of us have come in and leave through the back door.”

“Hey,” Gracie said in relief.

“So, when’d you get this car?” Nancy asked, looking around at the tan interior. “This is nice.”

“I uh, I’ve had it a couple months,” Gracie said, leaving off the fact she’d had to buy it because Nancy had driven her Jeep.

“Oh, give me your number again, Nancy demanded, digging her phone out of her purse. “Got a new phone; I’m on my momma’s plan now, not Eddy’s, so I shouldn’t lose it this time.”

“And I won’t give it out to anyone,” Nancy followed up, anticipating Gracie’s comment.

“Should have worn your boots; we’d be like an advertisement for the store,” Nancy said when Gracie pulled up to Benito’s Italian Dining.

“Oh my God no,” Gracie said.

She didn’t tell Nancy but she would have to wash every item of clothing she’d just bought, plus spray the insides of her new boots with slot oyna disinfectant spray, then clean the outside of each boot; she was thrilled to have the can of saddle soap for this purpose. Then, and only then would she actually be able to wear any of the articles of clothing and footwear she’d bought. As it was, where she’d tried on some cowboy hats actually itched. Gracie knew she’d have to wash her hair twice when she got home.

“Hi, welcome to Benito’s; how many?” a smiling woman greeted them.

“Two,” Nancy said.

“It’s terrible; all the carbohydrates, but this place has their own breadsticks; they’re the best,” Gracie enthused as they looked over their menus.

“Manicotti, God, I haven’t had a good manicotti in forever,” Nancy said.

“It’s good here,” Gracie agreed.

“You’re still the prettiest girl I know, I swear,” Nancy said, looking at Gracie’s face in the flickering candlelight.

“Please, Nancy, please stop,” Gracie begged. “I’m nowhere near as beautiful as you.”

“But I mean it,” Nancy said. “Yeah, I’m getting that manicotti.”

“Oh, you won’t be disappointed. She never uses that frozen spinach,” their waitress enthused. “And what you want to drink?”

“Water’s fine,” Nancy smiled. “Gracie?”

“I, the uh, the sausage and peppers,” Gracie decided. “Water’s fine.”

“Bring y’all some breadsticks,” the waitress said, taking their menus.

Nancy confessed, after Eddy’s truck broke down, they’d received the first notice from their bank. Shortly after that, O’Neil’s had sent a notice that they were going to turn their case over to a collection agency unless Nancy and Eddy became current on their payments.

“And since we both signed on them? And since they can’t find Eddy? Guess who they coming after?” Nancy said.

“Manicotti…” their waitress said, placing the heaping platter in front of Nancy.

Nancy also confessed that she hated, absolutely hated living at home. Her father would not even speak to her, sometimes going as far as to abruptly stand up and walk out of the room if Nancy tried to talk to him.

“I mean, he’s always been this real passive aggressive prick,” Nancy said, swallowing her mouthful of food. “Damn! This is good. Here, try a bite.”

“I, no, Nancy, no, I, I can’t,” Gracie stammered when Nancy held out a fork of the food.

“Oh, okay,” Nancy shrugged, accepting that her host had a problem sharing food.

“And my mom? Likes to sigh a whole bunch, like her heart’s all broken,” Nancy said.

“So, how much do you owe?” Gracie asked. “On the O’Neil’s stuff.”

“Seventeen thousand,” Nancy said. “Keep paying, but don’t look like it’s ever going down any.”

“Please tell me you’re not just paying the minimum,” Gracie said.

“Well…” Nancy said.

Gracie stopped talking and started eating. Nancy continued talking as they ate. She admitted that her own car had been repossessed, not by the bank, but by her father. He had bought Nancy the car as a high school graduation gift. The man claimed, since he was the one who bought it, his was the name on the title, he paid the insurance on it, he could take it. He had then turned around and given the car to Nancy’s younger brother, Michael.

“So my mom, sitting there, sighing, looking like she’s just stepped in something sits there and drives me to work. Then got to call her come get me. My dad answers the phone? Don’t even say nothing, just hangs up. Guess he tells my mom; she usually shows up twenty, thirty minutes later,” Nancy said.

“Warren, I mean, what about Warren and Megan? They won’t let you stay with them?” Gracie asked.

“Oh, guess you hadn’t heard. Warren? Broke up with Megan. Yeah, blew a gasket about her dancing at that Caliente’s. Told him, since she was only one working, only one bringing in the money, he could leave,” Nancy said.

“Then you could…” Gracie said.

“And moves her new boyfriend in, some guy works off-shore. Old guy, gives me the heebie-jeebies just looking at him,” Nancy confided.

Gracie paid the check; both she and Nancy declined dessert.

“You, y’all still on Frontier Trail?” Gracie asked as they zipped up against the harsh wind waiting for them just past the glass door.

“Uh huh,” Nancy agreed and kissed Gracie softly. “Thank you for dinner. And thank you for being a friend. God, so nice be able eat and not be afraid even say something in case my mom starts screaming.”

“Friend,” Gracie said softly.

“And…” Nancy said and pushed on the door. “Argh!”

“Cold, cold, cold,” Gracie said and hit the key fob of her car so that the passenger door would unlock.

“Cold, cold, cold,” Nancy chanted as she hunkered down in the passenger seat.

Gracie drove slowly. She always drove the posted speed limit; in the four years she’d been driving, Gracie had never once been pulled over for a traffic infraction.

Tonight, she drove five miles under the speed limit, wanting to prolong her time with Nancy. Even if she did not want to admit it to herself, Gracie knew she would be masturbating later that night, thinking of the beautiful girl sitting in her car.

“And, canlı casino siteleri right there, on the left,” Nancy said, pointing.

“I uh, so, uh, when you uh, you working tomorrow?” Gracie asked.

“Uh huh, nine to five thirty, same as today,” Nancy said.

“I uh, okay, well, I uh, great seeing you,” Gracie stammered.

“So great seeing you too; and I’m so glad I got your phone number again, Nancy enthused.

Gracie saw a curtain move. Nancy saw the curtain as well; her face took on a hard cast.

“I’m going to kiss you, okay?” Nancy said, leaning close to Gracie.

She put her hand on Gracie’s leg, at mid-thigh.

“I notice, you kind of tense up when I touch you. Thought maybe if I announced it first, you wouldn’t…” Nancy said, then grunted when Gracie leaned over and pressed her lips softly to her own lips.

“That that was okay?” Gracie asked, brown eyes searching Nancy’s light blue eyes.

“That was more than okay,” Nancy smiled. “Love you. Bye.”

“Love you too,” Gracie confessed as Nancy steeled herself, then opened the car door.

“Argh! Cold!” Nancy squealed and slammed the door shut.

Gracie watched as Nancy raced for the front door of the house. She sat in the driveway for a long moment after the door had closed behind Nancy before carefully backing out of the driveway.

Home, Gracie backed into the garage. She lowered the door and sat, motor still running, car still in gear. If she needed to, she would floor the accelerator, crash through the garage door and race to safety.

Finally convinced she was safe, Gracie put the car into park and killed the powerful engine. Then she checked all around again before getting out.

She hit the lock for the trunk, grabbed the top bag and slammed the trunk shut again. Then she hit the alarm code for the home security system.

It took three more trips to fully unload the car. As each bag came out of the trunk, Gracie would slam the trunk closed.

Then, after emptying the bags from Cal’s Western Wear, Gracie had to make yet another trip to the garage, to dump the clothing into the washing machine. She carefully read the directions for the saddle soap, found a scrap rag and wet it.

A text message from Nancy asked what she was doing. Gracie said she was starting to saddle soap her boots.

Nancy said she was getting ready to jump in the shower, complaining that her younger brother Michael had used up all the hot water, again. But her father complained if Nancy took a shower too late; said the sound of running water was distracting, irritating.

“Send me a selfie; I want to see your baby bump,” Gracie texted.

“What?” And a smiley face was Nancy’s reaction.

“And I want one every day, showing your tummy. I want to see the baby grow,” Gracie sent.

“That’s so beautiful,” Nancy responded.

“Hello?” Gracie answered when her phone chimed.

“That, that’s the most beautiful thing, I mean, God, Gracie,” Nancy sniffled into the phone.

“And I’ll save them all, make a slide show,” Gracie enthused. “It’ll show today all the way until you have the baby, okay?”

“That is just so beautiful,” Nancy sniffled again.

“I, I love you so much,” Gracie said.

“Love you too,” Nancy said. “Okay, let’s see…”

Gracie heard Nancy fumbling with something. Then her phone gave a ‘Ding’ and she saw she had a picture.

“There. You get it?” Nancy asked.

Gracie opened the picture and saw a nude Nancy, visible from neck down and knees up. Her belly did have a slight paunch to it. Gracie also saw that Nancy no longer trimmed her pubic region into a racing stripe. Her plump pubic mound was completely covered in a dense thicket of brown hairs.

“You’re so beautiful,” Gracie said.

“Got to hurry, take my shower now,” Nancy said.

“Love you,” Gracie said, but did not know if Nancy heard her.

Nancy’s response was fifteen minutes later, a selfie, lips pursed in a kiss. Gracie continued to rub the saddle soap into her boots, eyes drawn to the picture of Nancy, hair wet, face scrubbed clean of any cosmetics.

“You are so beautiful,” Gracie said into her Text App.

Which started a small argument of ‘You are’ ‘No, you are’ ‘No, you are’ until Nancy sent ‘We are.’

Gracie finished her red boots, again sprayed the interior with Lysol ® disinfectant spray, then opened the garage’s interior door. She carefully checked around, then slammed the door shut and sprinted for her washing machine. The clothes went into the dryer and she sprinted for the interior door again.

“Call me,” was waiting for her when she returned.

She called Nancy and the two chatted, laughing and giggling, until Nancy’s mother knocked on Nancy’s bedroom door and snapped that Nancy’s father wanted her to be quiet; he was trying to sleep.

“Good night. God, I swear, I cannot wait until I can get out of here,” Nancy whispered into the telephone.

“When will that be?” Gracie asked.

“Shit; I don’t know,” Nancy admitted.

Gracie tried to get ready for bed, but knowing there were a pair of brown boots and two leather belts that needed to be cleaned weighed on her mind. Sighing, she got out of bed, put a terry cloth robe on over her gauzy teddy, put fuzzy slippers on her feet and marched into the kitchen/dining room area again.

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“It’s about time that I got an assistant.” I thought to myself. Paperwork had been killing me and my in basket was continuing to grow as I had to stay later and later at the office. Then again, I mused, it’s not that I had a lot to go home to. My last girlfriend and I had broken up when I learned that she had wanted to sleep around. Enjoying the bounty of beautiful women as she put it. I was looking for a monogamous relationship so we parted ways. The breakup was amicable enough and we still sort of kept in touch. But, I noticed sitting behind my desk looking at the computer screen, she got her wish and I didn’t. It had hurt me that she had wanted to see other women. Wasn’t I good enough? This thought made me sigh in frustration. Looking back at all the work piled up, I decided to ask HR for some help. There was always a pool of interns looking to learn the ins and outs of the legal profession. So, why the hell not. I deserved my own little gofer myself, dammit.

After writing and sending the email, I realized that I wasn’t going to get anything more accomplished so I decided to call it a night. It was long after most had gone home to their more exiting lives anyway. Powering down the computer and locking up, I made my way to the elevator. On the ride down, I tried to imagine the last time that I had sex that was not with my own hand and toys. It’s not like I wasn’t attractive enough. Looking at my reflection in the shiny mirror that made up the elevator walls, I appraised my looks. Long blonde hair framed a pretty face which at this time looked rather tired. I tried to keep myself in great shape and if the looks I received from the men at my gym, I was succeeding. But I never let them get too close. Even the few women there who were coming on to me, I rebuffed their advances. I don’t know what I was looking or waiting for. That though frustrated me even more.

Once home, I stripped to my panties, pored myself a glass of wine and sat in my favorite chair, letting everything bothering me wash away. I started rubbing my neck, wishing there was someone to do it for me. As my hand worked at the tense muscles in my shoulder, my arm kept brushing against my tit, causing my nipple to harden under the friction. Trailing my hand down to my breast, I cupped it, feeling the weight of my tit. I started to tweak my nipple gently between my thumb and forefinger as I took another sip of wine before putting the glass down. I dragged my other hand down to the crotch of my panties before pushing the fabric aside and plunging two fingers into my pussy hole, my thumb caressing my clit. Harder and harder, I worked my hands. Pinching and pulling my nipples, scraping my clit with my thumbnail while the two fingers buried in me, I curled, touching my g spot. I brought myself off to a very satisfying orgasm, arching my back off the chair and screaming out. Sighing in contentment, I sat there for a minute basking in the glow before reaching out to grab the glass and take another sip. My cunt cream left marks on the glass and I could smell myself when I brought the wine to my lips to sip. Downing the wine in a gulp, I put the glass down before bringing my fingers back up to my lips. I delicately cleaned my fingers off with my tongue just to dip them under my panties to gather more of my juices. After gathering and tasting all I could, I took a long, lingering bath quickly followed by sleeping naked in my soft, comfy bed.

After my morning routine, I arrived at work expecting more of the same old high tension work that had been recently plaguing me. I was then shocked when, at around two, I received an email back from HR stating that my assistant had been approved and that I should be expecting her tomorrow. I opened the attached file eagerly and my eyes feasted on what I thought was one of the most beautiful young women that I had seen in a very long time. Skin the color of the richest milk chocolate, full, inviting lips and gorgeous dark, almost black, eyes started back at me from the screen as I quickly scanned for her information. Keisha was in her third year of college, top ten percent in her class and on a full athletic scholarship. I read and reread the entire file all the way through before gazing back at the picture. Something about her was so alluring that I could not look away. The knock on the door startled me awake. My boss was smiling at me. “Can’t wait for the help to arrive, huh?” I closed the file and the email, inwardly embarrassed at myself and not wanting Miss Whitten to see it opened.

“Yeah. It will be nice to have someone that can ease my load.” We both laughed a little and I quickly returned to my work. Every so often though, I would reopen the file and just gaze at the picture. I was getting worked up and couldn’t help myself as my hand reached under my skirt and surreptitiously touched the crotch of my panties. God, I was soaked. Thank goodness that I had worn a black skirt today, I thought to myself. Shaking my head, I left to go home.

That night, as I laid in bed, my mind kept going back to Keisha’s picture. I had to finger myself casino oyna twice just to be able to slip into a fitful slumber. Two large cups of coffee and a long shower helped me wake up the next day. I decided to skip the gym and took a little longer to put on my face. I didn’t really know why either. It’s not like Keisha would take one look at me and jump my bones right there in my office. Hell, I didn’t even know if she liked women. Interoffice romances were kind of frowned upon but not forbidden as long as it didn’t impede work but, being in law, I knew inside and out the ramifications of workplace sexual harassment and didn’t want to go anywhere near there. I was a big girl. I could control myself. So, into the office I went.

At 9:30, I heard a knock on my door. I went and opened it and there she was. Unfortunately for me, her picture didn’t do her justice. Damn, she looked good. After a pregnant pause, Keisha delicately coughed. “Um, Miss Smith?” That snapped me out of my reverie. Smiling I moved aside, inviting her in to my office.

“Sorry about that. Still trying to wake up.” I smiled and offered my hand. “Pam Smith. Please have a seat.”

“Keisha Stuart. Thank you.” She smiled a dazzling smile of her own. I gave her a brief interview and after that, told her what I expected her to do. The file was right about her. Keisha listened intently to what I was saying, asking clarifying questions and making sure she knew exactly what I wanted. As she was sitting there across from me, I couldn’t help myself and my eyes traveled over her body. Her blouse, an off white contrasted nicely with her dark skin. The top two buttons were undone and just the barest hint of cleavage shown. Tucked in to her skirt as it was, the blouse was pulled tight and every time she turned to her left, just a little of her lace on her bra shown through. At the rate this was going, I was going to have to run to the bathroom just so I could get some relief. But I made it through without embarrassing myself too badly I hoped and she and I started the workday.

The mind numbing details of case files calmed me down somewhat but every time Keisha left the office on an errand, my eyes trailed down to her ass, packed in the tight skirt she wore. It was tight enough that I could make out her panty lines. This kept me in a state of excitement all day. At one point, she knocked my pens off my desk and when she bent over to pick them up, I had a wonderful view down her blouse. Luckily, it was right at the end of the day and after dismissing her, I rushed home.

My fingers were trembling as I undid the buttons and zippers and hooks that held my clothes to my body. I hopped in my bed and brought myself off, screaming her name as my cunt spewed it’s juices all over my fingers. Not satisfied yet, I got up, walked over to my dresser and pulled out my biggest dildo I owned. Slamming the toy into me, I pushed it all the way in until I felt it touching my cervix. Clenching my pussy down, my right hand started fondling my tits, pulling and twisting my nipples as I continued to move the plastic prick in and out. I could feel my stomach tightening from the impending orgasm. Shoving the dildo in as far as it would go, my thumbnail dug into my clit while I twisted and pulled on my left nipple. I screamed again, my back arching as, again, I sprayed cum all over my hand.. My body stayed like that as another wave hit me. I stopped breathing for what felt like an eternity. Finally, I relaxed. Lowering my ass down to the comforter, I tried to catch my breath as I came off the orgasmic high that I had experienced.

After a while, I brought my left hand to my face. After inhaling the scent of my cream, I licked and sucked my digits clean. I was about to remove my dildo when a naughty thought occurred to me. Getting up off the bed, I retrieved my panties that I had worn that day. I slowly eased them up and trapped the monster dildo deep inside me. Then I went to fix myself dinner. With every movement, I felt the plastic prick rubbing my insides. Every so often, I would clench down as a mini orgasm trickled through me. It was one of the most enjoyable nights that I had by myself in a long time. I was seriously considering sleeping with it in, but I decided against it. I needed a deep sleep from all that had happened today. Reluctantly, I slowly withdrew it. My breath caught several times as the ridges scraped against the inner wall of my vagina. After taking a nice, hot bath. I crawled into bed. Sleep overtook me even before I settled in.

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This trend continued for the next month or so. Keisha would come in, looking fabulous and I would go home and relieve all the pent up sexual frustration. I was hoping that she might catch on to the effect she was having on me but she never let on that she knew. Keisha performed all the tasks that I assigned her admirably and my in box finally was cleared. I decided to treat her to dinner for helping me so much. My offer was gratefully accepted and we both agreed that Saturday would be the perfect slot oyna day. Saturday came and I spent the entire day doing everything to make myself look fabulous. Manicure, pedicure, hair stylist, makeup just right. I even spent money on a new dress and pumps. I figured that I only had one chance to make a great first impression even though we had known each other for a month now. Keisha had never seen me outside the office. We had agreed to meet at Magellan’s at eight. Arriving just a little late, I saw her sitting at the table that I had reserved. She hadn’t seen me come in and I just stood there at the door studying her. “My God.” I thought to myself. Keisha had obviously thought the same way as I did. She looked immaculate. Her dress showed off her ample breasts perfectly. I had to fight the urge to run over there and just bury my face between her tits. I composed myself though and confidently strolled over. Her face lit up at my approach and a smile appeared. Her eyes got big as she looked me up and down approvingly.

“Wow Miss Smith! You look amazing.”

“Thank you Keisha. So do you.” I said, returning her smile. “And please, call me Pam. We’re out of the office now.” We both laughed as I sat down. Perusing the menu I was handed, we both looked over the selections. I kept glancing up, though. I was having a hard time keeping my eyes off of her.

After making our selections and receiving our drinks, I started the conversation by asking how her school was going. I was trying to keep the conversation light before dipping into the more personal questions later. Schoolwork, sports, likes, dislikes. I touched on it all. We were almost done with our main course when the subject of boyfriends came up. Keisha, it turned out, had broken up with hers just before interning with me. It seems a friend of hers texted her several pictures showing him with another girl. Keisha said that it hadn’t really bothered her as she was growing apart from him anyway. “What about you Pam? I notice that you don’t bring anybody’s name up. Still looking for Mr. Right?”

I giggled before responding that work had kind of killed any social life I was wanting. “It’s been a while since I’ve had someone special. The last one hurt me somewhat and that has made me a little gun shy about seeing others.”

“Oh Pam. I’m so sorry.” Keisha said as she laid her hand on mine.

“That’s okay. She and I just had our…” The words came out of my mouth before I even knew it. My eyes got really big, hoping that Keisha hadn’t noticed. But her reaction was to lightly smile, pull back a little and blush. “I’m sorry Keisha! I didn’t mean to say it.”

“Say what? You have nothing to be ashamed of. I’d figured it out for a while now anyways.” She giggled slightly as she looked into my face. I got a little defensive and asked her what was so funny. “Oh Pam. The look on your face when you said it was priceless.” I couldn’t help but giggle too when she said that. I couldn’t help but notice that her hand lingered on mine a little while after that before she pulled back. Her soft touch was electrifying and I almost reached out to take her hand again. But I restrained.

After paying the check, I walked her to her car. Keisha turned to face me and I met her gaze. I could tell that there was something that she badly wanted to say to me but then, “Pam, I…I want to thank you for tonight. I had a wonderful time and it was very relaxing. See you on Monday Boss?” I smiled at that, telling her I expected her in at nine sharp. It was very obvious that she wanted to say something else but I didn’t press her. I was hoping, praying that my hunch was right and I didn’t read too much into it. But as I reached my car, I saw her silhouette still sitting behind her wheel. She looked to be breathing hard and I was just about to walk over to see if everything was alright when she threw her head back and screamed out. Even with the windows closed, I could hear her orgasmic shout. Smiling to myself, I drove home to a nice bath before giving out my own scream of pleasure in my warm bed.

Monday came and everything between us seemed normal but I could tell there was something a little more sexual in nature in Keisha’s actions. Her skirt was just a little shorter. Nothing that was against the dress code but when she knelt down to reach for some files, I caught a glimpse of the top of her stockings and the barest peek of her lacy white panties. She looked up at me with her dazzling smile and I almost broke my neck trying hard not to be so damn obvious. Then she would bend over my desk to point something out or worse, lean over my shoulder to read something on the monitor. Her perfume was driving me so wild that I actually did have to run to the restroom to relieve the pressure in my loins. I was sitting in the stall, diddling my clit and sticking two fingers up my twat when the door open to the restroom and someone entered the stall next to mine. I started hearing muffled moans coming from the other side when I looked down at the shoes. Keisha was right next to me, making herself canlı casino siteleri cum too. That knowledge alone pushed me over the edge and I clamped my right hand over my mouth to cover the noise as I coated the fingers of my left hand with my cream. Using tissue to clean myself, I contemplated just sitting there, listening to Keisha’s muffled moans but I quickly finished up and left the bathroom, hurrying to my office. She entered soon after me, breathing just a little heavy and looking flush. I asked her if everything was alright trying hard not to smile seductively. Keisha smiled, saying everything was fine before teasing me the rest of the day.

I was being driven out of my mind with desire for her. I started to change my wardrobe and look as well. We would play this game to see who could show the other the most skin. Most of the time, we couldn’t make it through the day before one or both of us ran to the bathroom. It went on like this for sometime, each teasing the other before the inevitable happened. Keisha and I were working late on a Friday. No one else was in the office and I was pushing her all day to get this important case ready for Monday. I had asked her if she wanted to go home as I was digging into her personal time but she smiled and said that she didn’t mind helping. Again, she was leaning over my shoulder as I was pointing out some important facts. I could feel her gaze traveling down the bare expanse of my breasts as I kept glancing at hers. I turned my face to her, just to see if she was listening when our eyes met. There was a long pause of silence as I looked into her eyes before I leaned in. Our lips met, barely brushing each other before I pulled back. I was just about to apologize for what happened when Keisha grabbed me by the back of my head and kissed me hard on the lips. Shocked for just a second, I started kissing her back as my hands wrapped around her waist, feeling the tightness of her ass. Her tongue invaded my mouth and we went into the most sensuous French kiss that I had been in ever. She let go of my head and I felt her hands begin to work on my blouse, her frantic fingers trembling as she unbuttoned each button, exposing my lace covered breasts. Taking the hint, my fingers worked on getting the zipper of her skirt lowered. It pooled by her feet as my hands caressed her silken covered ass. A low moan escaped Keisha’s throat as she massaged my tits before undoing the front clasp. Now my chest was totally laid bare to her nimble fingers. Rubbing my tits and lightly pinching and tweaking my nipples caused me to moan as well.

Breaking the kiss, Keisha stood up, smiling her most beautiful smile. “God Pam. I’ve wanted to do that for so long. Ever since you let slip you were a lesbian, all I could think off was you. I’ve never been with a woman though. Please teach me. Teach me how to pleasure you Pam.” She took me by the hands, helping me stand and pulling me into an embrace. Our lips met again as I held her tightly against my body. We both pulled back and, in a reversal of what we had just done, I undid her blouse and bra as she undid my skirt. Now, both naked except for our stockings and panties, I stepped back just a little so that we could both look at the other, drinking in each others beauty.

“Keisha, you’ve been driving me crazy ever since I saw the picture of you on your file.” I said as I stepped forwards again. Our breasts were barely touching, our nipples rubbing together. “It would be my pleasure to teach you. Here’s the first lesson.” I laid her down gently onto the floor, using mine and hers discarded clothes to cushion her head. Laying on top of her, our tits mashed together as I leaned down and kissed her deep. Then I started kissing down her neck after I lightly bit her earlobe. My body kept in contact with hers as I made my way to her breasts. Pausing just to admire the mouth watering orbs in front of me, I glanced up to see her expression. Keisha’s eyes were closed, a smile on her face as I began to suck on her nipples like a woman starved. I brought each nipple to aching hardness before making my way lower. I gripped the waistband of her panties and slowly, sensuously pulled them off her body. I could see little droplets of dew clinging to her pussy hair as I leaned in. She squealed as my tongue snaked out, cleaning her labia of all her yummy cream. God, she tasted so good. Spreading her lips gently, I started feasting on the pinkness within. I dipped my tongue into her hole, pushing as far as I could go before exploring her cunt in earnest. I purposefully avoided her clit, trying to build her up as much as possible before giving her release.

When I heard Keisha cry out and felt her hands on my head, trying to pull me closer, I gave her the release that she craved. I pursed my lips around her clit, sucking the little nubbin into my mouth as I whipped my tongue back and forth, causing her to cry out and flood my face with her juices. I pulled my face back and licked my lips, trying to capture all of the flavor as I inserted two of my fingers and started tickling her inner wall. She was moaning loudly and I felt her pussy clench down as another orgasm ripped through her body followed closely by a third. Keisha was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling so much, her tits were jiggling with every movement.

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Evelyn Masters sighed as she cut across three lanes of traffic to get of at the Maple St. exit. More than one person was laying on their horn and giving her impolite hand signals. Thanks to her mother she had nearly missed her exit.

“Evie girl can you hear me?” Her mother shouted through the phone.

“Yes Mama, stop yelling I heard you just fine.” Evelyn said nearly yanking the hands free set off of her head, when the older woman’s voice startled her.

“Well you never know with those cell phones.”

Evelyn almost laughed out loud, her mother clearly had no idea what was up as far as modern technology went. Her urge to laugh was immediately followed by the urge to scream as her mother went on.

“It’s time you got over all that mess with Topher and move on. What you need is a man.”

Evelyn sighed, smacked her lips then sighed again. She was sorely tempted to hang up the phone but she hadn’t gone crazy quite yet. She knew her mother meant well but she was getting on Evelyn’s last nerve. After the way Topher had used her, broken her spirit and taken off with all her money (down to the change she kept in the catchall compartment of her car) the last thing she wanted to do was traipse blindly into another relationship. Besides with her business growing like it was the last thing she needed to complicate her life was a man. Granted success wasn’t something you could cuddle with on a long stormy night but then again success couldn’t runoff with all your money and your best friend to boot.

Her mother went on talking the same as she always did no matter how much Evelyn sighed. I know Topher really hurt you but that was two years ago and it’s time to get over it and move on with your life. You’re a beautiful woman, you might as well get yourself a man while you can and go ahead and settle down, and after all you’re not getting any younger.

“Mama I’ve told you before I don’t need a man to make me happy. You should be proud of me for making on my own not encouraging me to chase after some clown who’ll give me his last name in exchange for my freedom.”

“Marriage isn’t a prison Evie”

“Well it’s not a beauty contest either Mama, what do my age and looks have to do with finding a man who will really and truly love me?”

“Girl it has everything to do with it, you…”

Evelyn pulled into her parking space in front of Design and Conquer, the interior design company she had started out of necessity after Topher had robbed her blind.

“Mama I’m running late for work,” she said cutting off whatever the woman had been about to say.

The two women said their goodbyes before Evelyn flipped her cell phone shut and let out one heartier sigh before removing the headset and tossing the phone into her already overstuffed tote bag. She had tried a brief stint with a briefcase but in the end the overfull tote nag had turned out to be more efficient and suited to her needs.

As usual Evelyn had arrived an hour earlier than her employees, well make that employee, since Jade had married a doctor and up and quit two months ago. Things were hard with only her and Donnie working, which is why she was accepting resumes and screening interviewees. In fact she had two interviews scheduled this morning and she was praying to God, Buddha and any other entities who might be listening that one of the women coming in today would be the designer she was looking for. Sitting down behind her slightly cluttered desk Evelyn looked over the resumes she’d set aside the evening before for review. Both perspective employees were qualified so she wouldn’t be able to decide based on education and experience alone.

She’d interviewed a handful of other applicants but had yet to find someone she was sure could do the job well as well as represent the company in a positive way. Two of the people she’d interviewed had been right out of college and lacked the experience needed to design with confidence and skill. She would have truly loved to give one or both of them a chance but she hadn’t become one of the city’s foremost designers by wearing her heart on her sleeve. As a business woman she just couldn’t afford to take those kinds of chances , after all her livelihood hung in the balance and more importantly so did her reputation.

The third interviewee had been almost perfect except for the fact that she had two children both under the ages of five years old and there was to much of a chance that she’d be called away from work because one of her children were infected with whatever it is children get infected with. Plus the woman had stated that she wouldn’t be able to travel much which was sort of a big deal when it came to having to attend estate sales or spend a few days antiquing for unique pieces, to say nothing of scouting potential artists whose works would lend a certain ambience to whatever room or rooms that the company casino siteleri was hired to decorate.

The very last applicant had seemed perfect at first but after talking to him for a few moments she’d found that he was both self centered and spoiled and in a business that was all about pleasing others those traits would hinder even the best designer. Evie hoped that Lillian Rogers or Donna Martins would be the person she was looking for because if not then she’d just have to pick from the applicant pool and hope for the best. Donnie Mitchell showed up a half hour before D&C was due to open and as usual he was dressed to kill in a pair of snug boot cut Ralph Lauren jeans, a tan polo sweater and a dark brown leather Bruno Magali Nappa blazer, all of which he paired with a stylish pair of Cole Haan slip-ons. If Donnie weren’t gayer than a three dollar bill she might have considered getting with him based on his fashion sense alone.

“Hey boss lady.” He said sashaying, yes that’s right sashaying, maybe all gay men didn’t do it but Donnie S Mitchell sure did and he did it well too.

He set down two brown two dark brown paper cups on her desk. No doubt they contained coffee based drinks. Donnie always stopped and picked up their pre work coffees, some would be inclined to think he was being a kiss ass but Evie knew the truth. D had a raging Man crush on Anselem the owner of the specialty coffee shop which just so happened to carry her very favorite Caribbean coffee made with fresh coconut milk. Evie had offered to pick up the drinks on alternate days but had ultimately given up since D insisted on handling all caffeinated beverage interactions, Evie wasn’t even about to try and push the issue either because when it came to hissy fits between them the queen trumped the straight every time.

“What’s good Evie?” He asked propping himself against the corner of her desk.

Before Evelyn could respond the front door opened and a tall woman walked through the door. Her suit was tailored within an inch of its designer label life, and while it was classy it was still altogether too tight, too short and too low cut to be considered as a typical business suit. Not to mention the bright orange color of the material. On any other woman the suit itself might have looked downright unprofessional but somehow this woman pulled it off with grace that would make her millions, if she could somehow bottle it. The stranger was the type of woman that other woman instinctively disliked, the type of woman that made you want to adjust your clothes and check your makeup even when you knew it was perfect. No doubt she rose from the bed looking like a cover model.

Her strong features were almost completely unadorned by makeup and her long thick hair had a natural wave that made her look slightly disheveled, but not unkempt. Evelyn didn’t really mean to stare but she knew she was. The woman was the color of deep dark bittersweet chocolate. She looked like she would taste smooth and cool. Her eyes were clear and brown with flecks of gold near the centers that made it seem like light was trapped inside of her eyes. She was tall and lean with a good handful of curves to keep her soft, instead of all angles and sharp corners. Her fullness was reflected again in the lushness of her lips blooming like a dark flower beneath her high cheekbones and wide set eyes. It crossed Evelyn’s mind that she was being rude but before she could snap out of it,

The woman walked over to Evelyn’s desk and placed the black leather bound portfolio she’d been holding atop the smooth cherry wood finish. Before Evelyn could so much as glace at the portfolio the woman had presented her with, the stranger sat in the leather chair directly across from her and crossed her long legs. Evelyn couldn’t help but glance at the ample display of leg the woman was showing, as her orange skirt crept up. When she realized the direction her eyes had wandered in Evelyn snapped her eyes to the woman’s face. She had only looked for a moment but she somehow had the impression that she’d been caught. The woman held Evelyn’s gaze for a moment and allowed a smile to creep around the corners of her full lips before speaking.

“I’m Jerusalem Baptiste, and I’m going to change your life.”

“I’m sorry have we met?” Evelyn said blinking in surprise at the woman’s comment

“I’m your new designer” the woman said without even a hint of doubt in her voice.

Donnie made a sound akin to a snort and Evelyn glanced at him before turning back to the woman, somehow she was not quite sure what to say, she was rarely out of control of any given situation and so the mere presence of this unexpected visitor unsettled her.

“You’ll have to submit your resume and then schedule an appointment then come in for an interview.” Evelyn told the woman, dismissing her.

“That’s not going to work for me,” Jerusalem said meeting Evelyn’s eyes and holding her gaze.

Evelyn was losing her patience just a little slot oyna and when she spoke her voice held a razor sharp edge.

“Well then I guess you’re not going to be working for me.” Jerusalem laughed a low deep sound, she didn’t seem at all concerned nor did she make any move to rise from the chair and be on her way.

She leaned forward after a moment and for some reason Evelyn couldn’t look away from her deep brown eyes. She didn’t even notice Jerusalem undoing the clasp that held the portfolio closed. The woman had settled back into the chair before Evelyn glanced down. She would have closed the case and sent the woman on packing if the design of the room on the very first page hadn’t literally taken her breath away.

She looked through the leather bound photos encased in plastic covers without saying a word, this woman definitely had talent that went beyond color composition and a good eye for furniture. She had that intangible something that Evie had been looking for but hadn’t been able to fully define. When she was done with the photos she closed the portfolio case clicking the gold clasp into place.

She had removed the resume that Jerusalem had included and even glanced over it she noted the woman’s extensive experience with design companies in New York City and Chicago she also had more than enough schooling to make her qualified for the job twice over, she’d even included a number of glowing recommendation letters and some tear sheets from accredited interior design magazines that her work had been featured in. The rooms had been pictured in the portfolio but Evie hadn’t realized they’d been published in magazines as well. She wasn’t the least bit surprised based on the quality of the work

. Jerusalem was watching Evelyn with an expression of complete confidence and, her expression was blank but not inattentive. Evelyn watched the woman watching her, she almost wanted to see which one of them would speak first, she wanted the woman across from her to make show some sign of humility but judging from the little she’d learned about Jerusalem in the last few moments she didn’t seem like the type of woman who would ask for anything let alone beg. Besides with her qualifications and talent she could get a job at any number of interior design companies, and though she was reluctant to admit it Evie wanted this woman to work for her. She had talent and she was clearly confident, although Evelyn wasn’t completely crazy about the way the woman had just walked in expecting to get hired.

“I’ll review your resume and get back to you in a day or two I still have other applicants to interview.” She told the woman wanting to knock her down a few pegs.

Jerusalem stood and reached into the pocket of her suit jacket, she handed Evelyn a business card before picking up her portfolio and turning to walk away without a word. When she reached the door she turned back and winked then she left.

“mmm mmm mmm” Donnie murmured when Jerusalem had departed. The three syllable sound spoke volumes.

“You gonna hire her?” he asked.

“You know I am D.”

“I was just making sure girl, if you’d have said no I was going to have to fall on my knees and plead, I mean hell you saw her work.”

“Don’t worry D, you don’t have to beg and you certainly don’t have to get on your knees. Kneeling in front of a woman might kill you any damn way, your heart would just up and fail.”

He laughed as he rose from the position he’d settled into upon his arrival “Girl you’re tetched.”

“I just might be.” She said more to herself than Donnie.

The workday went by swiftly enough and much to Evelyn’s chagrin the applicants who’d showed up had been sorely under qualified she knew she was going to hire Jerusalem but she’d have loved to be able to say she’d at least considered someone else. As she drove home that evening Evie couldn’t help but smile when she thought of the way the woman had just walked in and all but demanded a job.

It was something she herself would do, but it had taken her years to gain that type of confidence, something told her that Miss Jerusalem Baptiste had been born with it. It was two days before Evelyn called the woman back to tell her that she had the job, the phone call didn’t go exactly as planned. Evelyn had wanted to draw her answer out and make Jerusalem think that she wasn’t f nearly falling down on her knees and praising the good lord that he’d seen fit to answer her prayers. But as it turned out she didn’t have the chance, before she could even say hello Jerusalem said

“When do I start.”

Evelyn told her she could start Monday and then hung up, more than a little disgruntled that Jerusalem had stolen her thunder.

“Damn caller ID,” she murmured to no one in particular.

Donnie looked up from the phone call he was currently on and raised his perfectly arched eyebrows in question. Evie shrugged at him and offered a little smile. She couldn’t exactly explain why she was so canlı casino siteleri put out all she knew for sure was that she was indeed put out by Miss Jerusalem Baptiste. Evelyn put the woman from her mind for the time being and went on to complete the few appointments that she had scheduled for the sleepy Friday afternoon. Jerusalem Baptiste hung up the phone and chuckled to herself, she had fully expected to ***** get the job but the fact that she’d pulled it off still satisfied her to no end. She was a woman who was used to getting exactly what she wanted, in fact sometimes it was just to easy. Getting the job had been simple but she had a feeling that Evelyn Masters wasn’t going to be such an easy challenge to conquer, which was exactly why Jerusalem was going to make it her business to conquer the woman. It had after all been ages since she’d had a decent challenge and beyond that…well hell she just wanted to and that had always been reason enough. *** Jerusalem came into Evelyn’s office on Monday in another one of her tight form fitting “business” suits. This time the color was heather gray. Her hair, a fluffy soft big wavy dream seemed to float upon her shoulders and bounce with every step she took in her high heeled pumps. She pulled off her dark shades and faced Evelyn, who noticed that the complexion of her cocoa brown skin was nearly flawless.

“So,” She said, shifting the gaze of her expressive brown eyes between Evelyn and Donnie, “Where’s my office?” Evelyn almost choked on her coffee,

“You’re office? You work out here.”

Evelyn motioned around the reception room where Donnie’s and another desk sat in their own corners cluttered with sketch books and magazines.

Jerusalem made a face, “Are you serious?”

Evelyn felt her blood boiling. What made this woman think she was so damned special?

“Associates work out here.”

“No offense Ms. Masters, but…”

“Evelyn,” Evelyn held up her hand in a non confrontational fashion, “You can call me Evelyn.”

“Actually I prefer Ms. Masters. And I prefer for you to address me by Ms. Baptiste. I just want to keep things as professional as possible.” Donnie and Evelyn glanced at each other.

“And me being out here without my own space to work is so unprofessional.”

“Jeru—I mean, *Ms. Baptiste*,” Evelyn said correcting her own mistake, “You must understand that—”

“Look,” Jerusalem put a hand on her hip, “You have your own office correct?”

“I own this place,” Evelyn scoffed.

“Well do you want to own this ‘place’ or this whole damned city?” Jerusalem asked. “I can give you everything you need. I have all the connections, all of the talent, all of the experience and skill to bring in multi-millionaire customers.” She glared fiercely at her boss. “So as you can tell I am more than adept as a business woman. But above all I am an artist. And I need what I need in order to work. I cannot be out in the open in this way…” She turned to Donnie, “No offense.”

Donnie smiled and said, “None taken Ms. Baptiste.” Evelyn narrowed her eyes at the woman. She could have choked Donnie, for his little “none taken” comment. She was about as offended as she could possibly be. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing,

“What do you suggest? That you take my office?”

Jerusalem said nothing just stared at the woman.

Evelyn laughed, “Oh my goodness. You are a piece of work.” She shook her head.

“Listen, if you think I’m just going to…”

The phone rang and Donnie lunged to answer it,

“Design and Conquer, Donald speaking…” He looked up with a look of shock on his face. Evelyn motioned with her hands in a pulling motion towards the young designer. What was wrong?

“Yes, she’s here, hold please.” Donnie put the call on hold. “Evie, you will NOT believe who that was!”

“Jeffrey Garner.” Jerusalem said matter of factly as she looked at her nails.

Evelyn looked back and forth between Donnie and Jerusalem, “Was it?”

Donnie gulped and nodded. Jeffrey was a huge Real Estate mogul known for building luxury complexes all over town. She heard that that he had needed a designer for his new sky high restaurant downtown on the top floor of one of his towers. It was nothing like say, designing for a whole complex but it was huge. She had been trying to get her hands on this account for sometime but never had the connections. Evelyn was in awe yet resentful. She looked at the statuesque woman knowing that this was a battle that Jerusalem had won. She sighed.

“Shall I take the call in my office?” Jerusalem asked.

Donnie gave her a pleading look.

Evelyn gritted her teeth but tried to appear non-plussed. “Fine Jeru—Ms. Baptiste. You can take the call.”

“Thank you,” she said as she sauntered to Evelyn’s office. After she’d left Donnie made a fainting motion by pressing his forearm to his brow and tossing his head back,

“Oh my God, could you believe it?”

“No,” Evelyn said bitterly. “In fact I can’t. Who does she think she is?”

“It’s just an office Evie. One you barely even use” Donnie said clasping her shoulder,

“Just work out here with me, it’s no big deal right?”

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Part One ‘Diana’s Story’

I stare at the various devices laid out on the bed, shiny and enticing. Already, I can feel my heart beating a little faster, its normal steady pitter pat picking up tempo like a drummer in a rock band winding up in preparation for a solo.

This was me winding up ready for my solo.

The instructions had been precise on how the nights events were going to unfold.

I half closed my eyes, wondering if I had the mental and physical strength to carry this through. Biting back doubt and fears, I picked up the first item. The silicon covering felt slightly slimy in my hands from the fresh coating of lube I had already applied. I take a deep breath and gentle push the rounded end past the tight ring of muscle that made up my rear passage. Immediately I felt my insides rebel against the foreign object and attempt to force it out. I take another breath forcing myself to relax and sit down gently. If nothing else, it would keep the device in place.

The second item is slightly easier to insert as it went in to my already damp front passage, although it takes a little manipulation to get the head of it in the exact spot, resting (un)comfortably against my G-spot.

The third is a little different. That is just a small bead that needs to be secured over my clit with surgical tape.

With the first three implements in place, I raise myself up slightly, and position the first of my ‘garments’ under me. It is a sturdy looking, steel chastity belt that fits snugly between my legs, holding the three items neatly in their desired position. Before I lock it, I ensure the wires that are attached to the devices are protruding from above the waistband. It is important these are easily accessible.

I intended to take another second before I closed the belt and therefore seal me on the route I was taking. As it was I misjudged just how easily it locked, and before I knew it there was a metallic click.

There was nothing I could do now, the key to undo the belt wasn’t in my possession, I had to at least go part way through. I surmised if I was going to go part way, I may as well go the full nine yards.

I pinch my nipples between thumbs and forefingers, making sure the stand proud, then place the sticky backed pads over them, smoothing them out so they are touching evenly. I pick up the bra that matches the belt I am now lock in to. Two shiny metal cups that fit over my breasts, with a metal band that locks in to place at my back with the same metallic snap as the belt did. Chains looped over my shoulders and clip in to place to support the fairly weighty item.

I stand and cross to the mirror. My pale skin, speckled with a dusting of freckles, is in stark contrast against the bright metal over my breasts and pelvis, colour coded wires hang down from the bra and the belt, reminding me of what is to come. As if I need that.

I feel a warm flush wash over my body and I go a little light headed. Between the blood rushing to my sexual organs and the amount of adrenalin in my system, it is a wonder I can stand at all.

My heart is beating faster now, the drummer is beginning his solo and it is possible he is getting paid by the beat, and not the hour.

I thought my hands trembled before. Now I realise that was just a tiny tremor, as they are keeping up with the drummer’s rhythm. I collect the power box from the bed, and plug the cables in to the relevant sockets, the metal points tap tapping on the plastic cover of the unit due to the adrenaline fused quivers that have a hold of my fingers.

With the cables connected correctly, I clip the control box on to the belt, there is another cable to be plugged in, but that is in the same hands as the keys.

The last things to put on are simple bands of steel, two small and two large. The large ones wrap around my upper thighs and are locked in to place by small padlocks, these are supported by chains that clip in to the belt, rather like suspenders and stockings. The touch of the chain against my thighs sends more shivers up and down my spine. The smaller bands fit around my wrists and the click of the padlocks is the last step of preparation.

On legs that are more akin to jelly than flesh and bone I make my way downstairs.

Janet and Alice are sitting chatting in the living room when I walk in. The conversation stops dead as they gap at my body. These two women are my closest friends and lovers. I know that may sound odd, but that is just the way it is, this relationship is made up of three not two.

Alice is the first to react, unsurprisingly. She is the more adventurous of the three of us, and the font of knowledge when it comes to bondage, sex and just about anything related to that. She stands smiling broadly.

“Wow you look stunning Di.” Alice tells me, and I feel a rush of blood to my face. I always get embarrassed when Alice pays me compliments. She always looks perfect to me. Tall, very toned body that is blessed with hard muscle, a hark back to her days of being a martial casino siteleri arts instructor.

Doesn’t she look delicious Jan?” Alice’s comment prompts Janet to close her mouth and join in the conversation.

“Hell yes.” Janet agrees, licking her lips.

Janet is the rock of our trio. Solid, dependable, sensible. The polar opposite to Alice. Where Janet urges caution, Alice throws caution to the wind, then throws petrol and a match after it.

Of course, there third corner is myself. The youngest, and most innocent one. The geek of the team, carried along on the passing breeze of the others.

Janet, Myself and Alice. Earth, Wind and Fire.

The collective items I am wearing are my idea. I have a fantasy of being locked up this way and tormented with micro shocks, knowing my only release will be when they have played out the game or if I get out of my depth and use my safe word. I have very little idea exactly what will happen now, I just hope it will be as intense as I have fantasised.

“Can I touch them?” Janet asks bringing me back to reality.

I smile shyly. “If you like.” I tell her. “Although you can’t actually feel anything through them.” I know this, I had spent some time running my hands over my body, enthralled and at the same time horrified I couldn’t touch any of my more sensitive areas.

Janet’s fingers touch the steel that encases my left breast gingerly. Then realising how unyielding it is, she squeezes a little harder.

“Wow!” She exclaims slightly shocked. “You really can’t feel anything. What is it like to wear them?”

I take another breath, trying to show confidence I don’t have. “More comfortable than I thought.” I reply. “Apart from the electrodes inside me.” I shift my weight from one foot to the other trying to adjust the devices slightly but failing.

“Speaking of which.” Alice interrupts. “Shall we get this show on the road?”

My mouth is dry, and I wish I could have a drink, but I have no idea when I will be able to pee, so I run my tongue over my parched lips. “Ready when you are.” I manage to croak.

Alice makes a slight nod to Janet, her mouth curling in to that devilish smile that turns up my heat.

I jump a little as Janet places a coat over my shoulders. “Just while we get you to the car.” She whispers in my ear, her breath as hot as I am.

Car? My brain goes in to overload as a massive surge of adrenalin powers my system in to fight or flight mode. I begin to hyperventilate.

A hand that’s cool as a spring breeze touches my cheek. “Breath slowly Diana.” Alice’s words slice through the panic like a chainsaw. “We thought you would like to go on a drive to my house. You are in control, just say if you don’t want to do it.”

The suggestion was insane, Alice lived over fifty miles away, even in the daylight it could take nearly two hours. And all the way I would be sitting in the back of the car wearing nothing but steel. I could feel my arousal seeping out of the edges of the belt and down my thigh. Gods I was getting so turned on at the thought.

“Okay let’s go.” I heard a voice say, while the numb part of my brain screamed against what I had just agreed to.

“Oops.” Alice says as we get to the door. “Nearly forgot something.”

She reaches under my coat and takes hold of one of my wrists. I feel a slight tug and a soft click, then the process is repeated with the other wrist. I try to move my hands and realise she has fastened the wrist cuffs to the thigh cuffs. I am completely in their hands now.

The night air is cool after the warm day. I have been out wearing just a coat before, just a short walk to the corner shop and back. Of course, my arms were in the sleeves then, and my hands in the pockets to ensure it stayed closed. Now it was just draped over my shoulders and buttoned up at the front. If I took a slightly too long a stride, then I would be exposing my bazar taste in underwear to the world.

Alice and Janet take up position either side of me as we walk. If I had any fears of being approached, they evaporated before they surfaced. With the two taller women at my side I feel safe and protected.

There is no parking outside Janet’s house, so we must walk a short way to where Alice’s car is parked. The hazard lights flash orange as she remotely unlocks the doors as we draw near, and Janet opens the rear door. Before I manage to step inside, Alice reaches up and unbuttons my coat. Suddenly I am nude apart from the steel wear and I give a small squeak.

“Gods you look hot.” Alice murmurs as she encourages me in to the car by patting my bare ass cheek.

Getting in is no easy feat. I need to practically fall in backwards. The leather upholstery is cold on my bare skin and I gasp involuntarily as I shuffle myself across the seat. At this point I realise the interior light is off and I am thankful that Alice planned that far ahead, and my faith in my two lovers is bolstered.

“Comfortable?” Janet asks from the far side doorway.

I nod feeling slot oyna a little more secure now I am safely inside.

“Seatbelt.” Alice instructs, and Janet passes the belt over my shoulder, so Alice can lock it off safely. They move like they have rehearsed this. Which wouldn’t surprise me if they had. From before we all met for the first time at a Pride event, Alice and Janet had been sharing their experience with me, coaxing me gently out of my shell and in to the sensual world they lived in.

I squeak again as the cold seatbelt pressed against the warm flesh of my belly. I find my mind drifting slightly to what Alice or Janet would look like in this position and my thighs clench instinctively as I leak a little more.

I hear a click as Janet clips a length of chain to my thigh cuff, I hadn’t even noticed her unclip my wrist. The chain is passed rapidly through the grab handle above her door then passed over to Alice, who repeats a reverse procedure, pulling my legs apart to do so. With a gentleness that eases my rising panic, my wrists are clipped to the chain, just short of each handle. My arms and legs are now spread wide, leaving nothing to the imagination.

The rear doors close and Alice and Janet settle themselves in to the front seats. Janet reaches back and unclips the control box, its wires trailing behind it, the last vestige of my control transferring in to her hands.

Alice starts the engine of the Evoque. A large part of me is very glad we are in her car as it has blacked out privacy glass in the rear, although if anyone were to look through the windscreen they would get a very good view of my predicament.

“I’ve set the satnav.” Alice tells me. “That way you know just how far we have to go.” She grins again and winks, turning my insides to molten jelly.

“I’m not sure the batteries will last that long.” Janet chips in after glancing at the estimated arrival time.

I look at the display on the dashboard. Two and a half hours. I wonder if I will last that long, hopefully the batteries will give up before I do.

“No problem.” Alice leans over and pops the glove box open. “Emergency power.” She drags out a lead with a twelve-volt adapter on the end and plugs it in to the cars supply.

“System check.” Janet calls out. I swear there is a hint of humour laced with anticipation in her voice. “Tits.” She presses a button and a jolt stabs my nipples bringing forth a squeal.

“Ass.” Another button and a jolt hits deep inside of me. I want to leap out of the seat.

“G Spot.” I try to brace myself, but when the spike of electricity flicks at my precious climax trigger and I let out a long low moan as a wave of pre-climax washes over me.

“Clit.” I am too far lost in the sensations of the last jolt to care, and my thighs try to jerk closed as my clit vibrates madly.

I am close to blacking out already and we haven’t even got off the car park yet. Feeling moisture soaking my thighs, I wonder if I should have mentioned to Alice that there should have been a towel under me.

The car rolls out of the car park and on to the main road out of town. It is evening and dark, but the streets have people walking down them. No doubt going to friends or restaurants or bars. My mind forms a scenario where the three of us walk in to a bar exactly as we are now, and I feel heat well up inside me.

We stop at a red light and I feel a tingling sensation across my nipples. They feel like walnuts inside the metal bra and are already aching. I clamp my lips closed as a young couple cross the road in front of us. All it would take would be a glance to the side.

I feel my heart skip a beat.

“They won’t see anything with the headlights on.” Alice reassures me, and I relax a little, only to whimper as my g-spot tingles under Janet’s teasing.

We drive off again and are out of the lights of the town in a few minutes. With darkness surrounding the car I relax a little more. The shocks are coming frequently now, but very lightly, like someone is brushing an electric feather over my most intermate parts. I feel myself descending in to an oncoming climax and I smile loving the rising feeling.

My nipples explode, followed rapidly by another jolt inside my backside, bringing me straight back down again. Damn Janet was too good at this for it to be her first time. I wonder who had practiced on whom to refine this skill.

While I am able to focus on my surroundings, I look at the satnav. We have covered about six miles and we still have many to go. We are out in the countryside now, the road unfurling in the headlights of Alice’s car. Slowly the rising tide of a new climax begins to build in me as Janet resumes tormenting my insides.

As I now know what to expect, I debate trying to hide my pre-climax state. I hope to bring myself a little satisfaction from the probes that are sending tiny pulses of electricity in to my erogenous zones.

This time a sharp jot hits my clit, it would have doubled me over if the seatbelt and chain had allowed. canlı casino siteleri I don’t have a moment to recover as my ass gets jolted followed rapidly by my nipples again.

Sweat is beading on my forehead from the exertion, and my arms are only in the wide position because that was where the chains held them.

“How much longer?” I manage to whimper.

“Well the tormenting carries on until we get there.” Janet replies sweetly. I swear she is getting off on my obvious state.

“A little over an hour.” Alice tells me. “Would you like me to drive faster?”

The electrode in my rear begins to tingle. This is a new sensation and it feels maddingly pleasant as the current flows though me.

I manage a small nod.

The car picks up speed and Alice glances at Janet grinning like a wolf.

“Of course, it would be a shame of we got stopped by the police.” Alice says innocently. “Can you imagine how the police report would go. Then spending a night in the cells. Not to mention pictures in the papers the next day.”

The car goes a little faster.

“Okay slow down.” I nearly scream it out. The conjured images of me sitting in a police station chained and in the steel outfit fills me with a mixture of dread and exhilaration. I begin to dream about two women police officers ‘interrogating’ me by using the electrodes locked inside of me, while I beg them to stop.

A fiery jolt hit me nipples again and the climax subsides once more. I feel like weeping that my fantasy is taken away from me, and while I wish I hadn’t asked Alice and Janet to do this to me, I am enraptured that I did.

“Oh, I think Di is getting off at the thought of getting caught by the police.” Janet giggles.

“Awesome. She won’t mind if we stop for fuel then.” Alice answers as she glances at a sign for a service station.

That tricky part of my mind that came up with the women police officers showed me an image of a fuel stop. A kiosk, fuel pumps… bright lights.

I go skywards again, reaching out for the wonderful orgasm that has been so far denied me, only to have it snatched away again by Janet’s skilful manipulation.

I let out a throaty moan that fills the car.

“We may need to keep her quiet if we do that.” Janet tell Alice. “We don’t want anyone coming to investigate.”

The car pulls off the road, Alice glances back at me, her expression a mixture of concern for my safety and deep thought at Janet’s comment.

“Do you need something to hold on to?” Alice askes me.

I know if I say no to the fuel stop, we will continue our journey, but this is my ultimate fantasy, I spent many hours dreaming this up and explaining exactly what I wanted my two lovers to do to me while giving them as much free reign as possible.

I nod.

Alice puts the car in neutral, applies the handbrake and unfastens her seatbelt. The car is flooded with light suddenly as she opens the driver’s door, then plunged in to darkness once more as it closes.

Through the side window I can just make out Alice as she walks around the car to the off-road side then she is lost from view through the darkened window.

There is a silence for a moment, the only noise is a slight buzz from the control box that is keeping my nipples as hard as pebbles.

I see a pale shape next to the window and the rear door opens. My arousal begins its weary climb once more as Alice is standing on the roadside naked apart from her mid-calf leather boots. I can clearly see the toned muscle of her body as she winks at me and bundles her clothing in to the rear footwell.

A very firm breast brushes my arm as she leans in close. I have always marvelled at how solid they are, more like large pectoral muscles than breast tissue.

She slips a wad of black lace in to my mouth and I close my eyes at the scent and taste of her arousal. My tongue idly caresses the item of underwear she has placed in my mouth as a gag, and my lips form a smile around them.

Alice slips her arms in to the sleeves of my coat and ties the belt in a loose knot at her waist, not bothering to fasten the buttons.

I stifle a giggle in to my panties gag. My coat is several sizes too small for her, and it only just covers her modesty. Although if it were Janet, it wouldn’t even have gone over her much larger breasts.

The bare skin of my bottom slips slightly on the very wet leather seat reminding me of just how much has leaked out of me.

Within seconds, Alice is back behind the wheel and we are rolling again. The bright lights of the service station appear ahead.

“Shall I put the fuel in?” Janet askes eyeing the large expanse of muscled thigh that shows where my coat didn’t fasten fully.

“Nah.” Alice winks again. “I’ve got this.”

The fuel station is deserted but she still parks nearest the kiosk. The car shields her from the attendant as she begins to put fuel in the car. I can’t help but watch through the tinted window, especially as she allows a pert brown nipple to press against the cool glass.

The fuelling is over all too soon, and I think Janet was too busy watching Alice’s performance to continue my torment, for which I was very grateful, as I got to watch it as well.

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*****

I saw his stomach muscles tighten and I knew he was ready to shoot his load. I moved closer to him, hoping some of his semen would land on me. I couldn’t hold off any longer and he stepped back as I ejaculated, my cum firing out in thick white ropes, landing on the ground between us. I’d never shot as much before, never had a more satisfying sexual experience.

Clint looked into my eyes, amused as he moaned. Then he turned his back to me and I watched his ass clench as he ejaculated. I didn’t see him cum at all. After he finished he turned back to me and grinned. I wanted to hit him for depriving me of seeing him shoot his load after he’d watched me cum.

My hero was a total bastard.

*********************

I first met my cousin Clint when I was nine and he was sixteen. To him I was just his kid cousin that he played games with and entertained while I visited our grandfather. To me he became a hero and I wanted to grow up to be just like him. I wouldn’t see him again for ten years when I was nineteen and he was twenty six. I was stunned when I saw him again and he became more than a hero to me.

When I was eighteen my paternal grandfather died and left his corn farm to me and to my cousin, Clint, seven years older. We were his only grandchildren, his only living family. Clint’s parents had adopted him as an infant and my father never accepted him as a nephew, hating anything that was part of his older brother.

Then Clint’s parents were killed in a car crash when he was three and Granddad raised him on the Nebraska farm. I was born when he was seven and I didn’t even meet him until I was nine when Dad was sent to jail for twelve weeks. I stayed with Granddad while Dad was in jail, managing to fail the eighth grade as a result of it.

It was my first experience on the farm and I loved every minute of it. Granddad knew it and would have liked it for me to stay with him but when Dad got out of jail I had to go back to California. At least I got to meet Clint. He was sixteen, in high school, and everything I wanted to be; handsome, happy, filled with fun and a joy of living. And he was girl crazy.

Dad’s problems stemmed from him being an alcoholic and a pothead, the exact opposite of his high achieving older brother. He always told me Clint wasn’t really my cousin and that I was to stay away from him. I didn’t really have much choice, I only saw him during that one three month visit to the farm.

Dad died of a drug overdose when I was eighteen and Granddad attended the funeral. Clint, then twenty-five, stayed home. My own mother had died of a drug overdose when I was six and when Dad died he was on his fifth wife, Stella, my fourth stepmother.

Dad had no money to leave us and Granddad made a deal to pay support to Stella to let me finish the last three months of my senior year. He also gave me a copy of his will, telling me he had cancer, and that he was leaving me half the farm. I wanted to quit and stay with him but he wouldn’t let me. He promised he’d be at waiting at the farm for me when I graduated.

The day I graduated I called Granddad to tell him. Clint told me he’d died the night before. The next day I boxed up my few possessions and had them shipped to Nebraska. Then I put a few clothes and toiletries in a sports carry all bag and flew to Omaha. I left behind a stepmother who was only too glad to see me go. All she was going to miss was the monthly check Granddad had sent her until I graduated.

I exited the plane with my heart in my throat, nervous about meeting Clint for the first time in ten years. He was twenty-six to my nineteen. Clint was supposed to meet me at the airport, instead a buxom blonde had a sign with my name on it.

“My name’s Cherie Adams, Levi. Clint sent me to pick you up because he couldn’t make it. I’m so sorry about your grandfather, he was a great man.”

I had no idea why Clint couldn’t meet me, he could have had a good reason but I was angry. Cherie was one of those people who are cheery and full of conversation. And fake as hell. She never shut up all way to the farm in the middle of nowhere. Clint, Clint, Clint. She sang his praises for over a hundred miles and it was clear to me that he fucked her regularly.

She pulled in the long driveway, drove up to the farmhouse, and handed me a key.

“Clint said to just let yourself in and make yourself at home,” she smiled. “He put all of your boxes in one of the bedrooms but he said if you don’t like it you can move them all to another room. There’re four more vacant bedrooms but he asked that you not move into your grandfather’s room. I think you’ll like the room you’re in, I helped him pick it out for you.”

I resented her telling me about my grandfather’s house as if she was a part of it. I’d put up with four wicked stepmothers, two of them just like Cherie, and I couldn’t bear the thought that she was, or might become, a member of the casino siteleri household. I was totally pissed that Clint hadn’t met me at the airport and further insulted me by not even being at home when I arrived.

I quickly discovered that my things had been put in one of the three large bedrooms with its own bathroom. Of the other two rooms, one was Granddad’s and the other was Clint’s. The other bedrooms were guest rooms with a single bathroom that served them.

I began to unpack my things, putting them away in closets and drawers, pictures on the tops of the dresser and chest of drawers. I put my lockbox under the bed. The lockbox was one of the reasons I’d wanted to ship everything. It contained my dildo and couple of butt plugs along with my collection of gay porn, not the sort of things you’d want to show going through airport security.

I explored the house and was sitting in the kitchen having some lemonade when I heard a tractor in the drive. I went outside as Clint pulled up the house. I watched as he climbed down from the tractor with easy grace, the well-defined muscles of his thighs stretching in his tight jeans. His ass was a work of art and I felt my cock getting erect.

In the ten years since I’d seen Clint, he’d turned into a total stud. He was rugged, masculine, tough, a real man’s man, no pun intended. He was broad shouldered and muscular, the muscles of his upper body rippling under the clinging fabric of his tee shirt. His hair was sun bleached blond and his arms had a light covering of soft hair that shone golden under the sun. I could see a tuft of chest hair escaping from the top of his tee shirt.

Clint removed his cowboy hat and gloves, putting them on the seat of the tractor, and walked toward me. My muscles tensed, not sure how to act at our first meeting in a decade. He removed his sunglasses and I looked into the stunning dark blue eyes that I remembered. He held his hand out to me.

Clint’s grip was firm and strong, the hands of a working man. I was glad that I exercised regularly, lifting weights, so that I returned his handshake with equal firmness. His hand was warm and I looked at the prominent veins that ran up his arms from hard work.

I blushed, dazed by his overwhelming masculinity and confidence.

“It’s good to see you, Levi,” he grinned. “You’ve really grown up into a man. How long’s it been, eight, ten years? And you’re what, seventeen, eighteen?”

“Ten, and I turned nineteen last month. It’s good to see you again, Clint. Sorry it has to be under these circumstances.”

“Yeah, it’s a real shame. You’ve just got here and Granddad’s funeral is tomorrow. Have you got all your stuff unpacked yet?”

I nodded.

“The room’s really nice. I stayed in it when I was here before.”

“I remember. It’s one of the biggest bedrooms in the house and it has its own bathroom. I figured an owner shouldn’t stay in a guest room,” he drawled.

There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“Of course I realize you’re a big city boy and you probably don’t plan to stay on a country farm but it should hold you over for a while.”

“I intend to stay, Clint,” I said firmly. “I’m not going anywhere and I don’t like the big city. This is the only real home I’ve ever known even though I was only here for six weeks when I was nine.”

“Really? And here I thought I’d only see you every once in a while when you came to check on your share of the profits.”

I reddened. He was being a total bastard.

“No, I’m here to stay. I’ve got a lot to learn but I’m here to stay.”

“What? No college plans?”

“None in the foreseeable future. Maybe in a few years, I don’t know.”

“Well, there’s plenty of work to be done here and you can bet I’ll show you how to pull your weight. Starting after the funeral,” he grinned sexily.

I guess I must have looked surprised because he laughed.

“The animals may have loved Granddad but they’ll still be hungry and need to be fed.”

“I was surprised that your girlfriend Cherie met me at the airport,” I said tentatively.

“Yeah. Sorry about that but farm work waits for no man and she’d already offered so I took her up on it. Did everything go okay?”

I nodded.

“She seems to think you’re god on earth.”

He snickered and preened like a peacock.

“She’s got a fine pussy and I tap it every now and then. She’d like to catch me but I like a little variety. What’d you think of her tits?”

“She’s got a nice rack,” I swallowed.

We’d only been together for a few minutes and already Clint was talking about sex, bragging about his sexual conquests. I wasn’t sure how to take him, couldn’t decide if he was serious or teasing me.

“Well, if you like ’em I’m sure Cherie would be up for a threesome,” he smirked. “We’ve done it before. Of course it’s always been me with two girls but I’m sure she’d be up for two men fucking her.”

I didn’t make any comment. I really wasn’t interested in fucking Cherie but if it was the only way to see Clint naked slot oyna then I’d go along with it.

“Did you leave a girlfriend behind, someone you fucked regular? I’ll bet the women crawled all over you, Levi.”

“No, I’m not leaving anything behind that I can’t do without. Trust me.”

“You must spend a lot of time in the gym because you’ve really filled out since I saw you the last time. I’ve got some weights in the barn if you’re interested.”

“I’m glad you noticed my efforts,” I laughed. “Maybe you and I can work out together.

He laughed.

“We’ll see how you feel about the weights after a few days of hard work here.”

“Well, whatever you do it seems to work for you. You’re in good shape and if Cherie’s any example of your effect on the local women then you should be happy.”

“It gets lonely out here on the farm and it’s nice to get a piece of ass occasionally.”

He was eyeing me up and down, appraising me.

“I hope your cooking’s good. I’m a pretty good cook but I get tired of eating my own cooking.”

“I’ve never had anyone complain. In fact, it’s the only thing my Dad and my stepmothers never complained about.”

“How are you at keeping house? It’s a real chore to do, that and work the farm, but Granddad was always a stickler for a spotlessly clean house.”

“I’ve got plenty of experience.”

“We can start you off on that. The house needs a good spring cleaning. It’s overdue.”

Warning bells went off in my mind but I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t plan to be relegated to the role of a farm wife.

“I don’t mind cleaning the house but I’m capable of a lot more than that. I hope you realize that.”

“I don’t realize a damn thing, Levi. I’m just trying to take things one day at a time, just trying to find out if you’ve got what it takes to be here so I can train you or if you’re going to cut and run when you see how really hard this work is.”

“I’m not going to cut and run, Clint,” I said coldly. “I’ve put up with more shit than you can dish out and I’m tougher than you can even imagine.”

He put his hands up defensively and grinned.

“It sounds like you’ve had a rough life, Levi. I hope you’re not disappointed by moving to the farm because life here’s not a cakewalk either.”

His blue eyes were noncommittal but his body language was suspicious.

“I don’t think I’ll be disappointed, Clint. After the life I’ve had this place looks like paradise.”

He shook his head.

“Four stepmothers. I’m glad I never had to put up with that kind of shit. Grandma died when I was nine, you were about two at the time, and then it was just Granddad and me. He was great to live with and I loved him.”

“You’re lucky you had him. I’ve lived in eight states, California twice. What with Dad being an alcoholic and a pothead and having four stepmothers after Mom died we just never seemed to be anywhere for more than a year or so. The last stepmother, Stella, wasn’t so bad but she was ready for me to clear out when I did. The only reason she tolerated me was because Granddad sent that monthly support check to her until I graduated.”

“I didn’t realize it was so bad. Well, I’m going to put the tractor away and call it a day. We can fix supper together and get to bed early. Morning comes early on a farm, if you remember.”

I waited on the porch for him to put the tractor away. When we walked into the house I was astonished when Clint took off his boots and stripped naked in the mudroom. It doubled as the laundry room and there was a washer and dryer. He threw his clothes into a hamper. He saw me staring in surprise and laughed.

“It’s just us, Levi, and you need to get used to seeing me naked. We’re both men and I take my sweaty clothes off in the mudroom every day. I expect you to do it too. After you work your ass off keeping this house clean you’ll appreciate the wisdom of leaving dirty boots and clothes in the mudroom. If you’re too shy you can get yourself a robe,” he grinned.

My face was red but I saw the sense in what he was saying. His clothes were filthy, dusty and grimy, and his boots had dried mud on them.

“And I like to sit around the house and watch TV at night in my underwear, sometimes naked. You got a problem with that?”

It was as if he was taunting me and wanted me to know it.

“You didn’t do this when I was here before,” I swallowed.

Clint snorted.

“Grow up, Levi. We’re just a couple of men here. You’d never have lasted in a college dormitory. What ARE you, a prude? Or gay?”

He was carrying on this conversation with me totally naked, as if it was nothing. And I suppose it would have been nothing if I hadn’t been gay and already wanting him. Damn, this wasn’t going to be easy. His body was all I desired in a man, tall, flawless, with hair in all the right places. And his cock was at least eight inches long and thick as a beer can.

He caught me staring at his cock and I saw it plump up a bit.

“Like what you see?” he grinned.

I didn’t say anything canlı casino siteleri and he laughed. He walked away and I stared at the most perfect ass that walked this earth. It was attached to long legs covered in short soft blond hair, legs that seemed to go on forever. He stopped at the doorway and turned. I knew he caught me staring at his ass.

“If it’s not too much to ask of you after that hard flight, do you think you could rustle us up something for supper?” he asked sarcastically. “If not, I’ll do it when I get out of the shower.”

“Yeah, I’ll be glad to do it,” I said coolly. “I’m going to take a quick shower myself and I’ll do it as soon as I’m done.”

“You do that, sport.”

I fought my usual hostile reaction to adults telling me what to do in that tone of voice. Clint was arrogant, he’d assumed a superior attitude toward me, and he talked down to me like I was a child to be tolerated.

I went into my bathroom and took a shower. I jacked off thinking of Clint and then turned the water to cold. When I was like a prune and my dick had shrunk down to four inches I finally got out.

I put on a pair of drawstring board shorts with a tee shirt and leather thongs. It was my house too and I might as well get comfortable in it, dress as I pleased. And Clint might as well get comfortable with me. I walked out to the kitchen and checked out the fridge and pantry for what to make for supper. I decided to make a taco salad and I put the ground meat on to cook.

Clint came into the kitchen barefoot and wearing only a pair of white briefs. They barely held his cock in and his pubic bush spilled out of the waistband.

“What’re you fixing?”

“Taco salad. You’ve got all of the fixings so I figured you must like it.”

“I got the ingredients because Cherie wanted to fix it. She cooks for me occasionally.”

“Is she over here a lot?”

“Why? Does it bother you?” he chuckled.

“I’m not sure. I feel like I’ve stepped into your harem and you’re used to fucking a different woman every night. I don’t want to feel like I’m in the way but it’s my house too and I’m not going to hide in my bedroom for you to romp through the house with naked women.”

I spoke firmly, he was going to find out that I was no fucking pushover. I wanted to establish some ground rules quickly, hoping that we weren’t going to start off fighting. Clint had no idea of the battlegrounds I’d been on in my young life and I wasn’t going to let him walk all over me. I just hoped I could establish a decent relationship with him as our egos clashed.

“I’ll be sure that we only fuck in my room,” he snickered. “No more fucking in every room of the house unless you’re joining in. Particularly not on the kitchen table.”

He was amused again and he looked at my crotch. I was getting an erection and I blushed, furious with myself that it was so easy for him to embarrass me.

Clint adjusted his penis and grinned at me.

“If you’ve got this all under control do you mind if I go watch a little television? After all, I’ve worked my ass off all day.”

“Sure, go ahead. I’ll call you when it’s done.”

“I usually eat off a tray in front of the TV. Is that okay with you?”

He walked away, his magnificent ass bouncing in his tight jockeys. As he got to the kitchen door he looked back at me and caught me watching his ass. He shook his finger at me playfully and laughed.

He knew. Clint knew I was gay and he was enjoying himself teasing me. Well, I was no fool and I wasn’t going to play games with him. I’d never make the first move and I could pick up a girl just like him; and fuck her too. It definitely wouldn’t be the first time and I could keep him guessing about my sexual preferences.

But I’d masturbate thinking of him.

I finished getting the salad ready and took our trays into the living room.

“What’d you want to drink, Clint?”

“I’ll take a beer.”

“I’ll get it.”

I went back to the kitchen and got him a beer and me a glass of lemonade.

“What no beer for you? Are we out?”

“Nah, there’s plenty, I just hate the taste of beer.”

“So what do you do for a buzz, Levi? Marijuana? I’ve never liked it.”

“I get high on exercise and I’m really not too much into that sort of thing. Dad’s drugs and alcohol turned me off that scene completely.”

“I know what you mean. I limit myself to five beers a week and I never get drunk. Too much beer and cola will make you fat. Well, enjoy your lemonade. Cherie made it.”

He’d been eating on his salad and he looked at me.

“You make this salad a hell of a lot better than Cherie,” he grinned. “Of course, I don’t want you to tell her that.”

I’d had just about enough of hearing about Cherie and it showed on my face. Cherie this, Cherie that. Her constant cheerfulness just didn’t ring true to me. I’d seen her type before, both male and female.

Clint looked into my eyes, entertained by my discomfort. He knew damned well that I already didn’t like Cherie.

We watched a boring television show that Clint seemed to like. Then after he finished eating he went over to a cabinet and took out a DVD. He put it in the player and suddenly the screen was showed a man fucking a woman in the opening scene.

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