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Family Wedding

I arrive at the hotel where my cousin is getting married at 1PM the day before the wedding. I have flown half way around the world to attend this after being out of town on business for 11 weeks. I am exhausted, jet lagged and horny. I have basically worked non-stop and have been looking forward to the wedding and then a few days off to recharge my batteries and regain some balance in my life.

When I arrive at the front desk to check in, I find that I am sharing a room with one of the bridesmaids. I know my mother has had a hand in this. While it is sweet of her to try to save me some money, the thought of sharing a room with a person I have never met is not appealing. But rather than get angry, I trudge up to my room, unpack my clothes, change in to tee shirt and panties, and fall into a big comfy king size bed.

I awake later with a start when I hear sounds in the room. I sit up in bed to find a woman struggling with a large suitcase trying her maneuver it onto a chair. Although she is trying her best to be quiet and not disturb me. When she realizes I am awake, she asks me if it ok for her to turn on a light. I groggily respond yes. As I blink to adjust my eyes to the light, the girl introduces herself as Jacqueline. I reach out and take her proffered hand and tell her my name is Jacqui.

We both laugh at the fact that we share the same name. She apologizes for waking me. I feel silly and tell her it is not a problem that I am just recovering from a case of jetlag. I explain that I have flown halfway around the world and am adjusting to a new time zone. Jacqueline drops her suitcases and announces she has the perfect remedy for me. She reaches into her purse and pulls out a big, fat joint and proceeds to light it. After several deep tokes, she passes it to me. I take a hit and begin coughing my brains out. She laughs at me and offers to give me a shotgun. Without waiting for a reply, she climbs on the bed and move to me. As she moves close to me, she rests an arm on my shoulder and moves her lip inches from mine and begins to blow the smoke into my mouth. I take as much as I can and lean back to get away. This unbalances Jacqueline and we both fall back with her ending on top of me. My mind explodes as the drugs kick in and I begin to laugh. Jacqueline clumsily moves off me and continues by taking another hit. She places the joint in the ashtray and then lies next to me.

We tell each other our life stories quickly. I find out that she is a freshman in a local college and knows my cousin from school. We lie together and after some conversation, Jacqueline asks me if I am aware of our problem. I have no idea what she is talking about and tell her so. She lifts up on an elbow and tells me that the room only has one bed. Her point takes a few minutes to seep into my hazy brain but it finally does. I pick up the phone, call the front desk and tell them our problem. They try to be helpful but the hotel is fully booked and there is nothing they can do to help. I hang up the phone, and tell her what I have learned. After a moment’s thought I ask her if she snores and she laughs and replies that she doesn’t snore but she tells me she is used to sleeping alone. I look at her to see if she’s serious and find that she is. I tell her that I am willing if she is. She agrees to try it and gets up and begins to put away her clothes.

I climb out of bed and after looking at the clock tell her that I am going to shower. casino oyna The rehearsal dinner is in 2 hours. I go into the bathroom, close the door, undress and climb into the shower. The warm water feels good on my skin and reinvigorates me. I wash and shampoo myself and then sit down in the shower to shave my pussy. I have been clean-shaven for over a year now and enjoy the feeling of my naked flesh. I carefully shave myself and then liberally apply baby oil to the entire area so it won’t burn from the razor. I look up and see that Jacqueline has come into the bathroom and is putting away her toilet articles. She sees me sitting in the shower and asks me if I am ok.

I tell her that I am. She asks me what I am doing and I tell her. She expresses surprise and hesitantly asks me if it hurts to shave there. I reply that it doesn’t hurt at all and I find it very arousing. We continue to talk as I stand up and turn off the shower. Jacqueline hands me a towel over the top of the enclosure and I towel off as she continues to ask me about shaving. I wrap the towel around me and step out of the shower. She is sitting on the toilet talking to me.

I grab another towel and begin to dry my long hair. I look over at her and see her staring at me. I realize that my pussy must be showing since my arms are raised over my head. I feel her eyes on my pussy and the realization causes my pussy starts to lubricate as I watch her look at my cute, shaved pussy. I move over to her and lift her chin up with my hand and ask her if she likes what she sees. I reach down and take her hand and guide it to my mons and let her fingers stroke me. I shiver as her finger touches my skin and I can feel my pussy really begin to lubricate. I continue to direct her fingers along my mons and I look into her eyes. I am horny now and decide to force the issue with my new friend. I take her hand and direct it between my legs so she can feel my wetness. Jacqueline gasps as her fingers slide between my wet pussy lips.

I lean forward and take her chin in my other hand and lean close to her and tell her she has me really turned on. She nods her head in agreement. I remove her hand from my pussy and pull her out of the bathroom and to the bed. When we stop, I take her hand and return it to my pussy. Her hand begins to caress me. My hand guides her around my pussy as my pussy responds to our caresses. I spread my legs and close my eyes as her fingers begin to really caress me. She really has me turned on and it seems like seconds before I am moaning as our fingers drive me to climax. I hear myself shrieking as our fingers bring me off. I collapse onto the bed as I try to regain my breath. When I finally clear the stars from my eyes I look up at her and whisper my thanks.

She replies that she has never done anything like that before. I tell her she is a natural at it. I ask her if she would like me to return the favor. She shakes her head no. I look at her closely for the first time and realize that she has a very cute, petite body. She turns quickly and tells me she is going to take a shower. With a rush she leaves the room.

I sit up and wonder what has just happened. Clearly she acts as if she has never done anything like this before but she certainly knew how to bring me to a raging climax in seconds. Unable to figure out what is going on, I head in to talk further with her. I open the bathroom door and find Jacqueline furiously fingering herself sitting on the toilet. slot oyna I quickly move over by her and grab her wrist. She looks at me in shock as I tell her that I can help. Without waiting for an answer, I push her legs apart and push my greedy tongue into her open pussy. As I push my tongue up into her opening, her hips reflexively tighten around my head. My tongue slurps her juices as I wiggle my tongue inside her. I continue to thrust my tongue into her as her hips push up forcing my tongue further inside her. Her hand grabs my head and pushes my further into her pussy. I hear her moaning as her hips begin to dance against my tongue. I decide to tease her so I pull back and look up at her.

Her hooded eyes look at me in frustration as her hips and hands try to return my tongue between her legs. She asks me why am I stopping and tells me she is close to cumming. I tell her I want to tease her a little. She begs me to lick her because she is really close and needs to come. I sit up straight and take one of her tiny hard nipples into my mouth and roughly tongue and nip her. She moans in response. I ask her if she likes what I am doing and she nods her head. I take her other nipple into my mouth and worry it between my teeth as I flick it with my tongue. Her moans are really loud and echo off the tile walls of the room. Her hips are thrusting against my tummy as she desperately tries to get some friction on her horny clit. Her moans and pleading finally convince me to move back down and give her pussy the tonguing it needs to get her off. I use my fingers to spread open her pussy lips and I find her clit hard, red and pulsing. I lean forward and suck it greedily between my lips. Her hips flex off the toilet seat as she moans loudly. My tongue rapidly flicks her clit as I feel her thighs lock my head between them. Her hips immediately begin to jerk spasmodically as her orgasm begins.

She shrieks as I release her clit and move down to her opening and greedily lick her sweet juices. Her orgasm is strong as I feel her pussy opening continue to contract around my tongue rhythmically. Finally, after several minutes, her hips open and she collapses back onto the toilet seat. My hands on her ass save her from falling onto the floor. I watch as she tries to catch her breath and recover from her orgasm.

This chick came really hard and she clearly needed a release. I decide to push a little harder and ask her if she liked what had just happened. Jacqueline gently shakes her head yes. I ask her if she would like some more. She replies that she is sore and couldn’t possibly take any more. I smile at her and tell her she is wrong. I lean forward and let my tongue gently circle her pussy opening. I look up at her and ask her if that hurts. She looks down and me and shakes her head no. I return to her opening and continue to run my tongue around it; gently circling as my tongue lightly caresses her skin.

When my tongue tastes her fresh, dewy discharge, I gently spoon my tongue into her opening to taste more. As my tongue continues to gently lick around her walls, I feel her hands grasp my head. This is the signal I have been waiting for. I let her hands lift my head up towards her clit. She gasps as my tongue flicks out to touch her. I slowly run my tongue around her clit, spreading her pussy lips with my fingers to expose her tender love bud. I focus on her clitoris, running my tongue in circles around it, flicking my tongue against it pushing in canlı casino siteleri under the hood. Jacqueline’s sighs escalate to moans then screams as another orgasm overtakes her.

This time I don’t stop and as her orgasm begins, I move down and suck her fresh juices from her. Her hips thrust up against my tongue as her pussy spasms. I’m not sure if one orgasm ended and another begins or if she has one incredibly long orgasm. She finally pushes my face away from her and begs me to stop. I look up at her smile. My face is covered with her juices and I run my tongue around my mouth to taste her. I sit up and wrap my arms around her back and snuggle her to me. Her arms wrap around my neck as her breathing slowly returns to normal.

We stay like that for several minutes. I let go and stand up. I stick my head out of the bathroom and see that the rehearsal dinner starts in forty minutes. I tell Jacqueline that I am jumping back into the shower since I reek of sex and invite her to join me. I restart the shower, grab a bar of soap. I am nearly clean when Jacqueline opens the door to join me. I offer her space under the shower and begin to soap her back. Jacqueline is mostly out of it so I quickly run the wash cloth over her back and legs and then tell her to turn around. I wash her legs, tummy and breasts and then move the wash cloth down to her crotch. I gently spread her legs and begin to wash her pussy. I carefully wash her and then stand up. I tell her to turn around again and I begin to apply shampoo to her hair.

I shampoo her short hair and push her under the stream of water. I climb out of the shower and begin to dry off. I towel dry my hair and then use the hair dryer to style it. I head out into the room to put on my lingerie and then return to the bathroom to put on my makeup and find Jacqueline still in the shower. I open the door, reach in and turn off the shower and throw a towel at her and tell her to stop wasting time. She is still in another world. I don’t know if it was the dope or the sex but if she doesn’t get her act together she will miss the dinner. My words finally spur her into action and she begins to franticly dry herself. I watch her dry herself and then she begins to use the hair dryer. I finish applying my makeup and go to the closet to put on my dress. I am dressed and putting on my shoes when Jacqueline exits the bathroom. I watch as she puts on her bra and panties and then move to the closet. She dresses in a cute, short black miniskirt, pantyhose and a white linen blouse.

When she is fully clothed she turns to me and thanks me for the awesome sex. I tell her I enjoyed it also. She asks me if I expect her to return the favor and I tell her we’ll see what happens. She then drops a bomb and confesses that she is a virgin and has never experienced sex like what just happened. I ask her if she never had sex with a woman before or she never had sex with another partner before. She replies that she has never had sex with another partner before. I move over to her, wrap my arms around her and tell her I will be happy to help her with her sex education.

She asks me if I am surprised that she is a virgin. I reply honestly that I find it very arousing and look forward to spending more time with her. I ask her if she would like to continue later and she nods her head. I rub her back and tell her we need to get downstairs. She wraps her hands around my waist and gives me an air kiss on my cheek. I let go of her, grab her hand and pull her out the door. I tell her we will have plenty of time after the rehearsal dinner.

We leave the room together and head down to the dinner. My mind is already plotting the next steps in Jacqueline’s education.

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I got the most amazing massage the other night.

I’m a single woman, and I own a company that does public relations. I make a great deal of money and stay at some of the nicest spots in the world. I have gone through at least a dozen men in the last 4 years since I started this company.

I was staying at a spa in the desert last week, on business. At the conclusion of my work, I thought that I would spend a day or so just relaxing. I had just landed a tremendous client, and it had taken everything I had to do it. I was beat, but happy. After cocktails one night I called my staff to fill them in and went to my room to shower and relax. I cancelled a dinner engagement with a colleague. I simply wasn’t in the mood. I told him that I would see him back in town. Dinner in my suite, in front of the TV sounded great.

Dinner was great, but TV stunk, so I flipped through the catalogue of spa facilities. A massage was what I needed. The woman that answered, took my information and asked some questions about what I wanted. After a run down of my options, I ordered a heavenly blend of aromatherapy, deep tissue, followed by “full body caress”. I had never heard of full body caress, but it sounded like the perfect finish to a massage.

An hour later my masseuse arrived. She was about thirty, small and cute. She had short blond hair and a creamy complexion. I would have thought she would be too perky if she weren’t so professional. Her name was Camille and we talked about my work as she set up her table and accessories in the bedroom. She laid a sheet on the table and left the room telling me to take my time and call when I was ready. I removed my robe and panties and slipped under the sheet onto my stomach. She came when I called, and rolled the sheet down to the small of my back.

The massage was great! She was very professional and thorough. The aromatherapy was nice although I didn’t see how it could really affect “my sense of inner calm”. I asked her about the full body caress. She described it in detail, saying that it was generally designed around each client’s comfort level. When I asked what that meant, she described it as being something that could be very gentle stroking over the less “personal” areas, or it could be a good deal more sensual, including the more “personal” areas.

“Is it sexual?” I asked.

“No, no. It’s just very…sensual.” She paused. “If it was done to a man, they would probably get aroused and find it sexual, but for women, I think it’s different. Plus every woman has a different level of comfort with being touched.”

After another long pause, I asked,

“What areas do you mean when you say “personal” areas?” Now she hesitated.

“Well…the buttocks, the breasts, the insides of the thighs. Please don’t misunderstand, we don’t masturbate our clients.” She stammered.

We both were silent for awhile, considering what she said. After a couple of minutes I asked,

“How do you find out where someone’s level of comfort lies?”

“Well, if someone requests the “full body caress”, it usually means that they are at least comfortable with the concept of being caressed. Usually we just ask.” She said quietly. After another very long pause she asked, “What do you think you would be comfortable with?” I considered for a long time.

“I’m not sure. Can we sort of wing it?”

“By all means. If I do something, or approach something that you don’t like, just tell me.”

“Fair deal.” I told her.

The caress was wonderful!! Her hands were soft and supple, as they traced a tender pattern over my back and shoulders. They slid down over my lower back and onto my bottom just a bit. I made no move to stop her, so she continued. They glided over my bottom and down my legs. I remember thinking that I would fall in love with any man who could touch me this way. She spent a long time running from my shoulders to my feet and back again. I could feel myself nodding out a bit. She whispered something so quietly I couldn’t hear.

“Hmm?” I asked, drowsily.

“You are so beautiful,” she whispered again. I almost didn’t hear it the second time.

“Thank you.” I said sleepily. Then, “So are you.” I awoke a bit at hearing myself saying that. I didn’t mean to say that. It casino siteleri just popped out. She was lovely, but why would I tell her, I wondered?

“Beautiful bottom.” Came another silent whisper, as her hands gently flowed over it. Both her soft hands were turning circles around both cheeks. It was heaven.

“Mmm.” Was all that came out of me. Maybe I was asleep. Her fingers traced down over my thighs and back up the insides. My legs slid a little open, almost by themselves.

“Mmm hmm.” She whispered, sighing. I remember thinking that this was certainly a “personal” area. But still made no motion to stop her. I came awake when her fingers traced a line over my pussy, then up my back. She worked my shoulders for a bit, and then back down to my feet. She gently, slowly traced that line over my pussy 3 or 4 more times. My legs seemed to creep open by themselves.

“You want to roll over?” she asked. Yes! I thought to myself.

I settled onto my back and she asked me if I wanted the sheet over me, holding it up.

“Do you want the sheet over me?” I asked.

“No.” she said plainly. I smiled, as she looked me slowly up and down, almost leering. She set the sheet aside. Now that I was looking at her, I decided that she really was lovely. Petite and cute; short blond hair; cute figure under her white spa outfit. She looked like a nurse. I told her so.

“It is supposed to make the clients more relaxed, if we appear more professional.”

“Well,” I told her half-joking, “either I’m way under-dressed or you are over-dressed.” Once out of my mouth, it sounded like an invitation.

“Would you rather…?” she stammered. I drew a total blank, not knowing what to say. “I mean, if it would make you more comfortable…” I laid there in silence. I remember not being able to make my mouth work. I wasn’t sure what she meant and couldn’t ask her …

We stared at each other a long time. She then reached up and undid the top button of her uniform. Another long pause as I noticed the pulse at her throat; it was racing. She undid another as our eyes remained stuck to each other. Via my peripheral vision, I watched as she undressed, painfully slowly. She had a terrified look in her eyes. Not, I decided, that she was afraid of being nude with me, but rather that I would suddenly freak out and she would have gone too far. I realized that her job could be at stake here.

“Is this okay?” she asked almost silently and timidly, the front of her uniform completely unbuttoned. I only nodded to her, looking into the gap and seeing her white cotton bra and panties peeking. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” She whispered.

“Please.” Was all I said. I wasn’t even sure what I meant. She slowly pulled the uniform off, exposing her underwear. It was pure white and smooth and completely sheer. I could easily see her nipples and blond pussy. She really was beautiful.

She began stroking my body again and almost at once her nipples went completely erect. Mine were as hard as bullets, as her hands glided over by body, her fingertips stroking gentle circles around my tits, as she barely avoided them. A very sexy moan escaped my lips before I could catch it. Again, she said something that I didn’t catch.

“Hmm?” I had to ask.

“I was just saying that I’ve never done anything like this.”

“Really?” I asked. What did I know? She shook her head slowly. She was almost in a trance.

“I’ve given caresses to women before, but never like this. Well, I’ve never felt like this. Sorry. I shouldn’t be telling you this I guess.”

“No, no. I like hearing it.” I stammered. “Well, I mean…I never…. It just feels soo good!” My mind was in a fog. “Have you ever…with a woman…?”

“Not really.” She said. I must have looked confused at the comment. “I mean I’ve thought about…well fantasized…” She closed her eyes. “I’m not making any sense.”

“Ssh.” I whispered. “You don’t need to say anything. It just feels good. I’ll stop you if I get…You know?” She nodded with a slight smile. Her hands gently ran up my tummy over my ribs and then very slowly over my nipples. She watched my eyes for reaction. I gently closed them and smiled.

She touched me everywhere; gently pulling on my nipples, slot oyna while I moaned my approval; stroking her fingertips through my pussy hair; her fingernails gently tickling the insides of my wide-spread thighs. She stepped back for a minute. I opened my eyes and she drew my gaze. I watched as she removed her bra, watching for my reaction. I simply smiled. Her breasts were perfect! The stood proudly up and out, full and round. Her nipples like Hershey’s kisses mounted high and slightly to the outside of each one. I longed to touch them. She was about to begin on me again when I dropped my eyes to her panties with such obvious want that she turned away and peeled them down and off. Her bottom was soooo cute! She seemed genuinely nervous as she slowly turned around. Her pussy lips were shaved bit there was a tuft of soft downy blond pussy hair, that was so cute that I wanted to touch it. She was completely nude, just for me, and stood there while I drank in her beauty. I realized that I was shaking my head at her.

“What?” she asked.

“You are so…beautiful.” I whispered. A wide grin broke out on her face.

“You think so?” she whispered brightly. I nodded to her, unable or unwilling to tear my eyes away, as she stood with her hands far back of her hips so that her breasts stood ever further out in front.

“I’m glad. Thank you. So are you.”

“Your breasts are so beautiful.” I whispered. She looked down at them as her hands came up and cupped and stroked them. She pulled them forward with a milking action, at last pulling her nipples really hard. She stretched them an inch out, and when she let them go they stayed almost a half an inch long!

“They’re my favorite part of my body. I think they’re beautiful.”

“They are so beautiful!” I moaned.

“It turns me on that you like them.” She grinned at me, melting my heart. Her hands found me again.

One of her hands traced down my tummy and into my hair again. This time however, it continued until it found my swollen, moist lips. It was so good!

“Is it alright if I touch your pussy like this.?” She asked. My hand gently settled over hers and held it there. I nodded, as I bit my lower lip, my eyes closed. “Ooh. Your pussy is so wet. Are you wet because of me?” I nodded to her again. She took my hand and placed it on her soft tummy. Her skin was so incredibly warm and soft! I stroked her tummy and then her hip gently, as she began playing with my nipples again.

“Oh yeah.” I whispered. “My favorite.” Her touch was so gentle as she played with them, twisting and pulling gently. “Is it alright to touch you too?”

“Anything you like.” She whispered to me. I slid my hand around to her bottom and caressed her. Then I moved up her back and down to her thighs. Her skin was gloriously soft. Almost as if she read my mind she bent and drew a nipple into her mouth. “Oh yeah!” I whispered. “That really truly is my favorite!”

I closed my eyes and caressed her bottom as she went from nipple to nipple sucking and licking more aggressively. She suddenly stopped moving. I opened my eyes to see her right above me, looking into my eyes. After a very long pause I reached up and cupped her cheek in one hand, then, as if in slow-motion brought my other hand to her other cheek and slowly pulled her to me and kissed her mouth. We kissed deeply, like lovers, our tongues playing. I realized in a flash, why men love women so much! I moved to get up, and for a second a brief look of sadness crossed her eyes, like it was all over. Sitting on the edge of the table, I pulled her between my legs and kissed her again. I squeezed her smooth, curvy bottom and hugged her tightly. I then stood, and now towering over her, I took her hand and led her to my bed. We held hands as we gazed at each other’s bodies, and into each other’s eyes.

“I have never…but…I want …” was all I said. She spread a dazzling smile and we embraced again. We held each other for a long time.

I sat her down before me on the bed, holding her head to my tummy, which she kissed. She then looked up into my eyes with a look that said ‘I want to make love with you like I never have before’. It was a long and deeply passionate look between us. She then laid back on her elbows and moved up the bed, canlı casino siteleri laying out before me like some delicious goddess. Every inch of her skin was creamy and flawless. I finally noticed the strong contrast of her tan lines. I realized that I wanted to touch her everywhere and kiss every bit.

“You are so incredibly beautiful.” I whispered to her. Her eyes were ablaze with passion as her hand, which had been lying on her stomach ran up so that her fingers could strum an erect nipple.

“No. It’s you.” Was all she said. I moved to the table and turned off the light. The room was dimly lit by the lamp in the sitting room, almost dark, but I could still see her clearly.

“It’s my turn to touch you everywhere.” I told her sitting down on the bed.

“God! I would love that, so much.” She said with a voice that almost made me come on the spot. I leaned over her and kissed her mouth passionately. Her tongue was immediately in my mouth, which aroused me even more. I cupped her breast in my hand; firm and warm. Her nipple was every bit as hard as mine. Her arms folded around me, nice and snug.

“I love kissing you.” I whispered into her mouth. She moaned her reply into mine.

I gently squeezed and kneaded the tit in my hand, realizing why men love to do it so much. I moved over her, straddling her tummy as we kissed and kissed. I shocked myself by whispering,

“I love you.” I looked up and we stared at each other for a second. She smiled,

“What?” she asked me.

“Is that weird to say?” It had just popped out.

“Not at all. I love hearing it. I love you too.” She rolled me onto my back and straddled my hips. “I want to make love to you.” My hands stroked all over her body; squeezing her tight behind; over her tummy and cupping her tits. I pulled her close and sucked on a very long nipple. It was so hard. “Oh! Suck it. Oh yeah. Suck my tits. I love it!”

I could feel her warm pussy stroking back and forth over my tummy, as she slowly rode back and forth. I went back and forth from nipple to nipple as my hands squeezed her bottom. She moved a bit higher and I was kissing her tummy. My fingers found her pussy and stroked her clit. Her moaning and breathing increased. I knew that she and I were aiming for the same thing. I slid down as she slid up and soon I was stroking my tongue between her pussy lips.

“Oh, baby. Yes! Oh, sweetie, eat my pussy. Oh God!!” Her hips were non-stop as I licked her up and down. She was delicious. Warm and wet like a summer peach. She didn’t have a distinctive taste like I had always heard, but rather just moist and creamy. I held her ass in my hands as I pushed my tongue as far inside of her as I could and then moved up and sucked her clit into my mouth.

More incredible than I would ever have dreamed! I had never even allowed myself, however, to explore the mental fantasy of doing what I was now enjoying so much. I always thought that I would think it was gross. Not only did I find it to be otherwise, I was loving every minute of pleasing her with my mouth and tongue. She came violently!

“Steven was right.” I said, after she slid limply down my body, to lay her head on my tummy. I lazily ran my fingers through her hair.

“Who?” she asked dreamily.

“A lover of mine. He always told me that I should try that; that I would probably love doing it. He was right.” She looked into my eyes and smiled.

“Did you like it?”

“I…loved it.” I told her. She grinned and moved up to kiss my mouth, then laid back on my breasts. We lay in each other’s arms for awhile.

Her idle caressing of my breast and nipple turned into more active play. Finally she moved slightly and sucked my nipple into her mouth. “God, Jennifer. Your tits are so great!” she held them both and began really tonguing both my nipples, which I loved. “Your breasts are the perfect size and shape. I love them.” I reached down under her and held her breasts at the same time. It felt so good. She was moaning her agreement.

“Would you play with your tits so I can watch … while I eat your pussy.” She seemed nervous to say it, but once she had, she seemed even more turned on. She slowly made her way down to a position so that she could lie on her tummy between my outstretched legs. Her pretty face was inches from my trimmed pussy tuft. I took both nipples and pulled them hard. I watched as her eyes drifted down to my puss. She spent a long time looking and then gently touching me; exploring.

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Trent was almost embarrassed about how closely Buzz held him both as they waited for the tender to go back to the ship and while they were on it. It was barely 2:30 in the afternoon when they got back on board. The tender platform was on deck one, so they didn’t climb stairs or take an elevator to get to Buzz’s cabin. Trent initially was a bit worried when he learned Buzz was housed on deck one just like he and most of the rest of the ship’s crew and staff were—mostly because he didn’t want there to be any chance that they would encounter the stage director, who quite clearly was under the impression that Trent would be moving into his cabin now. But Erick’s cabin—and his own—were aft on the ship, and Buzz took a turn forward when, arm closely holding Trent to his side, he turned down the corridor to his cabin.

The cabin itself was a pleasant surprise. For one, the first impression was that it was twice as large as Erick’s was. But that was only a first impression. It was the same size; it only looked larger because the entire wall behind the bed headboard was a mirror, reflecting the rest of the room. If anything, there was less space to maneuver in this cabin than Erick’s, because Erick’s bed was a single berth, and this cabin had a double bed. However, this cabin was much better appointed, with better-quality furniture and fabrics that weren’t that much different from what Trent had seen in the Brazilian’s suite.

Buzz was still standing in the cabin doorway, holding Trent in his arms like a bride he was carrying across the threshold, which disconcerted Trent more than a bit, when Trent whistled and said, “You certainly have better cabins at this end of the ship than we have at the back of it.”

“Part of the codicil,” Buzz replied. “In a pinch, I have to bring the rich bitches I service here—if there’s some reason we can’t go to their cabins. The cruise line doesn’t want them to know how far down the food chain the crew and staff rate.”

“Am I going to have to be riddled with jealousy?” Trent asked.

“Only if you insist on it. I won’t be bringing them back here again, though, as this is where you will be. That’s OK. The two I am set up with for the rest of the cruise are alone in their cabins, which are a lot nicer than this one.” He leaned down and took Trent’s lips in his again. When they released from that kiss, he entered the cabin, pushed the door closed with the heel of his foot, moved over to the bed, laid Trent in the center of it, and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. He pulled Trent’s T-shirt over his head and then took hold of the waistband of Trent’s shorts and began to tug.

“Don’t you think we should shower first?” Trent murmured.

“I can’t wait. I want you again. It was all I could do not to strip you and take you on the tender. You are just too sexy for your own good.”

“Don’t you think—?”

“You have me to do our thinking now.” He had stripped Trent naked, and, crouched over his hips, was slapping his hard-again cock on the small of Trent’s back and on his butt cheeks. He was running the balls of the cock barbell over the tender flesh. Trent cried out and nearly lifted his torso off the bed as Buzz entered him again and started plowing deep, the bars demanding that Trent open completely again to the throbbing cock following them. After Buzz had ejaculated, again not using a condom—the two now having the understanding that they wouldn’t—he laid at full stretch on Trent’s back and nuzzled the back of Trent’s neck with his lips.

“You’re so fuckin’ sweet,” he murmured.

“And I can’t get enough of that cock barbell. Should we take those showers now?”

“You forgot how I am.”

“How you are?”

“I’m two-fuck Buzz, remember?”

Trent groaned. He could already feel Buzz hardening up inside him again. As before the first fuck had been furious, fast, and deep. This time, Buzz took more time. After a few minutes of recovery, and without losing purchase of his hard dick inside Trent’s channel, Buzz raised up on his knees, bringing Trent up on his knees with him. Buzz was encircling Trent’s chest with both of his arms. With one hand he cupped Trent’s chin, pulling the younger man’s head back into the hollow between Buzz’s chest and arm. The other hand went down to fist Trent’s cock. Trent was staring into the full-wall mirror behind the headboard of the bed. He moaned and sighed as Buzz slow-fucked him for the second taking and jacked him off in the rhythm of the fuck.

After they had both ejaculated, Buzz just held Trent there for several minutes, gently rocking back and forth as they both felt his cock go dormant.

“Time for that shower now,” Buzz murmured.

“The what?” Trent whispered, totally lost in the fuck and the creaming of his insides. “Oh, yes, the shower.”

“Then I want you to go to your cabin and get your things and bring them back here while I’m gone. I have an extra sea pass card I can give you to get in the cabin. This is your home now.”

“While casino siteleri you’re gone?” Trent asked in a drowsy and slightly confused voice.

“The show must go on. I have a predinner set to play in the Schooner Bar. You should remember; you’ve been there every day of the cruise. So, I’ll shower first. Barely have time to make it.”

Buzz was gone when Trent got out of the shower. When he had dried off, he had to scrounge around and put on some of Buzz’s clothes—which were significantly oversized for him—to go back to his own cabin. The T and shorts he’d worn to Coco Cay were much too grungy now. Once in his cabin, he didn’t clear out all of his stuff. He wasn’t sure of this. He was head over heels for Buzz, of course, but there were signs of possessive in Buzz that Trent wasn’t sure of. Trent melted to commanding men, but this was a bit different. Being dominated before had been confined to the seduction and sexual act itself. It hadn’t taken on the “all and forever” hint that Buzz was telegraphing, whether he realized it or not.

So, Trent took some of his clothes back to Buzz’s cabin, dressed, and then went up to the Schooner Bar.

The brunette he had previously seen Buzz with on the beach at Coco Cay had made a claim on Buzz already. Trent sat down at the end of the bar as usual and ordered a beer from the tattooed barman who had fucked him so roughly earlier in the voyage—and who was buzzing around him like he expected to be doing that again when Buzz walked off with the brunette.

But everything had changed now. As soon as Trent realized, with some shock, that Buzz was reacting to this rich bitch just as he had done in days past, before he had fucked Trent, Trent understood that life may have changed for him, but not necessarily for Buzz.

Not being able to contain his anger and disappointment with this—although he had to acknowledge to himself that Buzz had almost directly said nothing would change for him other than losing the option of using his cabin to fuck the women, Trent just shrugged off the interest the barman was according him and left the bar.

He knew now that Buzz wouldn’t be back in the room for the rest of the evening. After he had done this set, serviced this woman, gotten his dinner, done his next set, and serviced yet another woman, it would be nighttime. Trent wondered if Buzz would then have enough stamina to fuck him, but after having this thought, he shook his head and cursed himself. The man had fucked him four times today already. Rather than wondering when he’d do it again, Trent told himself he should be questioning himself on being willing to share the man’s cock with a parade of silly middle-aged women. Trent didn’t want to even think about that now. He wanted to go someplace where he could think or try not to think—whatever he decided was appropriate to the situation.

He decided to go bake at the pool for a while. The sun was still up in a cloudless sky, and, although under way again, the ship was still in the tropics.

* * * *

Without thinking, Trent went to the same chaise lounge at the stern of the ship beside the rock-climbing wall that he had occupied on a couple of occasions—and been gangbanged on. It was late enough in the afternoon that he was the only one in that section of chairs. This suited him just fine. He needed to think about Buzz. The sex was tremendous, and, if Trent was capable of love, he thought he was in love with the saxophonist. But there were aspects of the man and what he was dictating that just didn’t set right with Trent.

He was staring out to sea, lost in thought, when a blur entered his line of sight. Something familiar about it made him focus on it. The Brazilian was taking one of his constitutional walks around the perimeter of the swimming deck. And he had in tow a handsome young man who looked barely legal.

The Brazilian slowed down, turned, and smiled at Trent as he passed by him. The young man almost ran in to him, and the Brazilian reached out with both hands to steady the young man from falling. Trent thought he could discern an intimacy between the two from just this gesture.

On the next pass the Brazilian stopped dead at the foot of Trent’s lounge, turned, and whispered something to the young man. The young man didn’t look too pleased, but, after hesitating to be sure of what the Brazilian wanted him to do, he shrugged and moved on with his walk, leaving the Brazilian standing there.

He didn’t stand there for long, though. With a “Do you mind?” and not waiting for an answer, he sat down on the side of the chaise lounge next to Trent just as he had that first time and leaned over Trent’s stretched torso.

“I haven’t seen you around,” he said.

“But you haven’t seemed to miss me,” Trent answered. “You obviously have moved on—and to something appreciably younger.”

“I take these cruises to copulate with young men,” the Brazilian said simply and directly. “And I like variety. Stuart there is just today’s slot oyna young man—or maybe just earlier today’s young man. There is time in the day for another young man. Maybe you.”

“You don’t mince words, do you?”

“Why should I? I don’t owe anyone anything and I have more than enough resources to not kiss anyone’s ass I don’t want to kiss. I find being straightforward saves time. And time is the one thing I can’t buy any more of. But enough of philosophy. I have missed not seeing you, and I would like to fuck you again. The same, if you are willing, $100 for my first ejaculation and $50 for each subsequent one. You may have as many ejaculations as I can coax from you. I have already sent Stuart away, which should show you how interested I am.”

Trent laughed. It was rather a nervous laugh, though. He felt he should resist. Buzz had that sort of power over him—already—that he would feel obligated to the man even as he, no doubt, was in the brunette’s cabin already into the second fuck. “But you yourself said you crave variety. And I’ve heard you comment on preferring fresh men. The one you were just with—Stuart, you called him—looks almost like he could get you into trouble in American waters. That should be arousing for you. And I’ve changed. I’m not the same man I was two days ago—or in the same situation.”

“If anything your body is even more beautiful than I have remembered it,” the Brazilian said. “And, yes, I admit that I like variety and fresh young men—and that you are a whore, so I should not be coming back to you. But you should take it as a compliment that I do—that I ache to fuck you again.”

Trent felt himself trembling. It would be the perfect answer to Buzz’s assumptions of his control over Trent. And the Brazilian was so arousing—in the way he looked, in the straightforward language he used, in the expert way he fucked. The Brazilian was taking the liberty of holding Trent’s cock through the thin material of the Speedo. And they both knew that Trent was responding to the touch.

“You use the word ‘whore’ almost as if you approve.”

“I approve of your experience in the fuck, and your ability to respond as if you are getting pleasure from it—if you are not responding genuinely to me, I don’t want to hear it; I melt to the natural, enthusiastic yielding of you.”

“There is no playacting when you fuck me,” Trent assured the man. “You fuck me in ways that no other man has. You fuck my mind as well as my body. There are men who can fuck me emotionally as well as physically, but no one can fuck my imagination as you did.”

The Brazilian smiled, and continued. “I admire the marvelous way you have kept your body in shape. And you make me want to give you something.”

“Give me something? Something other than money? You’ve clearly set what you think I’m worth in terms of money.”

“If you wanted more money, I would give it to you. But I have something more valuable to give to you.”

“More valuable?”

“I can give you attention and pleasure just as if you weren’t a whore—as if you were a young virgin who I wanted to give full pleasure to—just to enjoy listening to you moan at the height of ecstasy—to watch you writhe and sigh under me as if you never had a man fuck you so well. I will spend time and effort giving you pleasure. I doubt that many of your clients think of anything but their own pleasure.”

Trent was already moving his hips and moaning under the close attention the Brazilian could give his cock even through the material of the Speedo.

“Have you forgotten the pleasure with which you cried out at the feel of my Prince Albert inside you?”

“No, I haven’t forgotten.” His mind immediate went to the balls of Buzz’s cock barbell. But that was a different feeling. The PA cock ring had an arousal all its own.

“I have other pleasures I can give you. We are not finished with our exploration of the heights of ecstasy, you and I. Come down to my suite. Let me fuck you to heaven again.” He leaned down and took possession of Trent’s lips. When he disengaged from the kiss and pulled away from Trent’s face and gazed into the young man’s eyes, he knew that he had won.

Trent stood up from the lounge and followed the Brazilian toward a door into one of the ship’s stairwells.

“We will take positions I think you may never have experienced and with toys you may never had used before,” the Brazilian said as he stood over Trent, who was lying on the bed, naked, in the suite.

Trent was staring at the nightstand next to the bed. There was the anticipated pile of cash. But there also were toys and condoms. Dildos he had experienced before. But not one as deeply ribbed as one there or as thick and long as a curved twelve-incher laid on the other as if they were crossed swords. He had no idea what the four ovals that looked like oversized eggs were for. The string of graduated, pear-shaped balls he knew about, but never had been fucked with. There were more than enough boxes of condoms. canlı casino siteleri Ultra thins, Trojan Ultra Ribbed condoms, and Lifestyle rubber-studded Rough Riders. No one had ever bothered to use the latter two on Trent.

The Brazilian followed Trent’s gaze. “Yes, we will use them all, and these too.” Trent looked back to him. He was holding four sets of velvet-lined handcuffs. Once spread-eagled and bound to the head- and footboard, the snap of the latex gloves as the Brazilian pulled them on his hands made Trent look up sharply at him and moan deeply in fear and anticipation.

Trent was introduced to the toys—the ribbed dildo and the graduated beads—but, as the Brazilian promised, only to the upper-most point of producing writhing and groaning pleasure, even when he was invaded and stretched with he didn’t know how many of the Brazilian’s fingers. When, his body raised on his elbows and knees enough from the surface of the bed that he could stroke his cock on the surface, Trent had come in a flood of lustful passion, the Brazilian stopped with the toys and uncuffed the younger man. Throughout the process, the Brazilian had moved away from time to time to take digital photos. He’d had the courtesy to ask if Trent minded, though, saying that the photos were keepsakes of his travels that he treasured—and that he’d treasure those of Trent especially much. And that he’d pay extra for them.

Having ejaculated—but not being aware that the Brazilian had as yet—and panting heavily, Trent watched the Brazilian consider the boxed specialty condoms and select the Lifestyle Rough Riders. As the Brazilian rolled the condom on his cock, Trent moaned at the sight of the rubber studs running up and down the sheath.

After the Brazilian mounted him, it fairly quickly became a position, as promised, that Trent hadn’t even imagined before. Trent was still on his belly, his head toward the headboard, when the Brazilian straddled his hips and began working his stud-sheathed cock inside the young man. Trent writhed and moaned in pleasure at the new sensation of the feel of the studs working his walls in addition to the familiar effect of the thick penis ring. Then he gasped, as the Brazilian began to rotate his body—to screw his cock around inside Trent’s channel—until he was facing the footboard. The Brazilian’s calves worked their way under Trent’s armpits and the tops of his feet pressed on the back of Trent’s head. He wrapped his arms around Trent’s calves, and then he pulled Trent’s legs up, making Trent’s back arch in a curve.

Trent cried out in ecstasy and the Brazilian started their bodies into a rocking motion, a motion that moved his stud-sheathed cock up and down inside Trent’s channel. This time the Brazilian came as well—not long after Trent had come for a second time.

A half hour later, the weight of Trent’s body was being borne by his shoulders, as the Brazilian stood over his raised body, holding Trent’s legs, and fucking sideways down at him, wearing an Ultra Thin now and fucking them both to another ejaculation at a shallow depth, his cock ring rubbing again and again on Trent’s prostate.

The sun was approaching the horizon of the sea through the four glass doors out onto the suite’s balcony as the two sat on the bed, with Trent reclining in the Brazilian’s arms and sitting on a twelve-inch dildo. The Brazilian was kissing Trent and running his hands over Trent’s chest, belly, thighs, and genitals, as he slowly rocked Trent’s body on the buried dildo.

“Am I giving you pleasure—attention that your clients usually do not give you?” the Brazilian murmured.

“Yes, oh, yes,” Trent whispered. “I don’t know if I can take much more of this pleasure, though. My balls ache at what has been drawn out of them. I’ve lost count. I need to rest. I should be leaving.”

“You feel you should be leaving, but you want to know what I have for you next. Isn’t that true?”

“Yes,” Trent admitted in a quiet voice.

“I will order dinner brought in. Perhaps after we’ve eaten, you will wish to play some more.”

When Trent didn’t demur, the Brazilian added, “While we wait for the food, why don’t you take a shower and refresh yourself. Then we will start again.”

Trent shuddered and suppressed a moan, but he did not object. The man held him in thrall—just as Buzz did. But in a different way. This man was controlling him with mystery and invention and spikes of ecstasy. Buzz controlled him with his ability to make Trent feel as one unit with him when fully possessed with his monster cock and progressively taken higher to heaven.

When Trent padded out of the bathroom, rubbing his head with a fluffy towel, the Brazilian gave a low whistle.

“If only I could capture you like that for all time,” he said. “May I take more photos of you?”

Trent acquiesced, and while they were waiting for their food he took various provocative poses as the Brazilian moved around him, snapping off photos.

There was a knock on the door, and Trent retreated to the bathroom as the room steward entered and set the dinner for two up on the round table in the living area of the suite.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” the Brazilian asked as they were eating.

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Charlie, my gay roommate, and I, uncertain but probably bi-, continued to have oral sex pretty frequently. Here was someone, and a friend, who wanted to have my dick in his mouth and I certainly enjoyed it there. Charlie was only about 5-7, thin and a bit feminine, but his erection was big and I could only get the head in my mouth. I learned from him to firmly hold the bottom of his shaft and run my tongue under the head and around his swollen knob. I flicked my tongue down his shaft and back up where I took his helmet into my mouth. Jacking him lightly with one hand, sucking his head, tonguing him, I soon tasted pre-cum and a few moments later he came filling my mouth with his cum. Some dribbled past my lips but most I swallowed salty and musky. Whenever we came from a blow job, we would kiss pushing cum back and forth in our mouths. It seemed like this was the most intimate part of out love making.

A casino siteleri few days ago, late at night with the door to our dorm room locked, we were in his bed. We were naked and facing each other. I bent my head and ran my tongue over his nipple. Charlie’s nipples were small and light colored but in my mouth I felt his swell and the tip harden. I fondled his erection at the same time and he let out a low moan. I kissed down his stomach.

And then I did something that late surprised me. I ran a finger tip down over his testicles and then further to his anus. I had never had this done to me, never knew that this felt really good. I found the pucker of his hole and caressed it with my finger tip. I pushed my finger in. It easily went to my second knuckle. When I rotated my finger against his sphincter, I heard a grunt.

“That’s what I wanted.”

I pushed my finger in as far as it would go and began finger fucking him as well as making circles with it. I bent over and took his erection in my mouth sucking gently as I continued to slot oyna finger him. Charlie began to make small thrusts with his hips fucking my mouth as I fucked his anus.

“Put another finger in.” And a second one slid in easily. My finger tips felt the soft lining of his rectum and when I got to a certain spot Charlie bucked his hips and let out moan of pleasure. I concentrated on fingering that spot. Charlie’s breathing quickened and the head of his penis grew more swollen. And then he came with kind of a whimpering moan. I had to press my other hand against his stomach so that he didn’t shove his dick down my throat. I’d never seen him come so forcefully. When he fished he lay back still breathing heavily. I scooched up to him and softly put my lips on his. I opened my moth and pushed his cum into his mouth. We lay like that for a bit French kissing and passing his cum back and forth in our mouths before swallowing.

“Well you seemed to like that.”

“Yeah, that feels really good.”

“I never knew the ass was such an erogenous zone.”

“Yeah, canlı casino siteleri I actually like being fucked.” I just stared at him when he said this. Fucking had never occurred to me up to that moment.

“Do you want to fuck me?”

“Yes,” I said. My chest tightened. I was a virgin which in 1967 was not so unusual but here I was going to have my first time and it would be with another male.

Charlie turned and lay on his stomach. I kneeled and then straddled him. I took my erection and pointed it down. It slid easily between Charlie’s cheeks and then I was in him. His anus was loose and relaxed. I felt my penis in the warm hold of his rectum. I stopped for a moment just taking in the feeling and what I was going to do.

“Go ahead,” he said.

I leaned forwards and placed my hands on either side of his head. I slid my erection all the way into him and then began slowly fucking him. It did not take long to feel myself building. I kept my thrusting short not being sure whether I would hurt him by going faster.

“I’m going to come.”

“Go ahead.”

“Inside you?”

“Yes.” And I came, my hips bucking, thrusting in to him until I was done. I kissed the back of his neck and then lay next to him our bodies touching.

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“This is crazy,” Lydia Jensen whispered to herself.

Her hushed tone bounced off the marble floor as she walked down the empty hall toward the science department. The black pumps on her feet clicked with each step she took, the metronomic noise doing little to ease her trepidation and only heightening her excitement.

As expected for mid-afternoon on a Saturday, the corridor was quiet, most office doors at the end of the hall closed for the weekend. The second to the last door, however, hung slightly ajar—also expected—and the soft melody of a string orchestra emanated from the opening.

Lydia positioned herself in front of the door, her clenched fist raised to knock. With her free hand, she tugged at her skirt, urging the fabric to lower just slightly, though without any luck. Why had she picked this teeny thing? The pleated fabric barely hovered above her knees, and she knew when she sat, the material would ride up.

If someone sees me like this…she let the thought trail off.

She could back out of this right now if she wanted, knew she didn’t have to go through with it. It’d be easy to turn around and walk right back to the parking lot.

Instead, she gently knocked on the door twice as her heart fluttered in her chest.

“Come in,” a soft voice beckoned.

Lydia pushed the door open fully, steadying herself before she entered the office.

Professor Georgia Duncan sat behind the narrow desk, head bowed over a stack of papers. Gone was the omnipresent bun knotted behind her head.

Her auburn tangle of hair hung in beautiful strands, concealing the upper part of her face, leaving only her mouth and chin visible. Her pink lips pursed in a tight line, presumably in concentration until she spoke without lifting her head. “Close the door, please.”

Lydia did as asked—she stepped forward, her heels muffled by the ornate rug covering the floor as she placed a hand on the leather backing of the chair in front of the professor’s desk.

The shelves on the walls around the desk were filled with countless books, the titles consisting of books Lydia herself had read, each more familiar than the last. Wildlife Undisclosed, Anatomy of the Canada Lynx, Wolves of the Pacific Northwest. Ornithology Today: Ospreys.

Professor Duncan impatiently pushed her hair back over her shoulder, pinned Lydia with a harsh stare, then dropped her gaze again. Polished wood reflected the stern expression gracing Professor Duncan’s features as she studied the sheets splayed on the desk. The black button-up she wore hung dangerously open, the dip between her soft breasts on display. Did she dress so provocatively on purpose? She pushed her black-rimmed glasses up the bridge of her nose and Lydia forced herself to look away lest she drool.

Behind her, a large window displayed the quad, no doubt teeming with students studying for finals, far away from the vacant halls leading to the office. Lydia hoped they were the only ones in the science building, save a janitor or two.

The clock in the corner of the room ticked and Lydia finally couldn’t handle the silence any longer. “Professor Duncan?”

She ripped her gaze from the desk and settled it on Lydia, her hair falling back gracefully from her face as she studied Lydia. “I only agreed to this meeting because I had to step in to do some last-minute grading so, please, tell me what I can do for you and make it quick.”

Lydia wet her lips and nodded. “I sincerely appreciate the opportunity, Professor.”

Professor Duncan gestured to the chair with a flourish of her hand. “Sit.”

Lydia flattened the back of her skirt as she lowered herself into the chair, but the garment slid up as she sat anyway, exposing her bare thighs a little higher than she wanted.

She wrung her hands in her lap, unsure how to continue, uncomfortable with the intensity of Professor Duncan’s gaze. “As you know,” she began, raising her head higher, “My grades have slipped substantially since midterms and I haven’t had the chance to bring them up—”

“You’ve had plenty of time to bring those grades up. I’m certain you were well informed of the due dates of each assignment, yet you failed to complete them.”

Professor Duncan’s cold tone did not dissuade Lydia’s determination. This wasn’t done. Not yet. “Yes, but I was hoping there would be a chance to redeem myself with extra credit.”

Brows knitted, Professor Duncan rested her chin in her hands. “Are you in grade school, Ms. Jensen? College demands your full participation and doesn’t hand out extra points to bring your grades above failing simply because you decided to indulge in the parties this campus undoubtedly offers.”

Lydia casino oyna swallowed, steading herself. “I know, and there’s no excuse, but, perhaps I could do something. I’d make it well worth your while.”

Professor Duncan tilted her head, amusement flashing in her emerald eyes. “What did you have in mind?”

This is it, Lydia thought as she brought her hands to her shirt. We’re doing this—now or never. “I thought perhaps we could try a different route.”

“And what kind of route would that be, Ms. Jensen?” she asked, her tone free from the impatience it held prior.

Lydia unbuttoned the top of her blouse, running her finger over her clavicle. “Whatever you want.” She watched as Professor Duncan visibly gulped, her gaze on Lydia’s breasts as Lydia unbuttoned two more. “I see how you watch me during lecture. We’re both consenting adults.”

Professor Duncan removed her glasses and tucked them in the pocket of her button-up, “Personal relationships between faculty and students of any kind are prohibited, regardless of consent. You know that as well as I do.” Her gaze smoldered as she met Lydia’s line of sight. “No matter how tempting your offer is, I have to decline.”

Her succinct response left Lydia’s lower lip quivering. “But—”

“Ms. Jensen,” Professor Duncan said, her soft voice anything but mollifying. She sighed as she leaned back in her chair. “If an issue arose, I could lose my tenure and the University board would call for your expulsion.”

Lydia shook her head, forcing an innocent frown. “I would never tell a soul. No one would find out, Professor, I swear to it.”

She knew Professor Duncan wanted her, could feel the desire thick in the air between them, furthering her own want with each breath. Batting her eyelashes, Lydia sniffled. “Please, Professor, there’s—”

Professor Duncan raised her hand, halting her before she could continue. Silence blanketed the room, though somehow the intensity in Professor Duncan’s stare was boisterous. She turned away from Lydia, swiveling her chair toward the window, as if to brood.

Has she dismissed me and I haven’t even noticed?

No, Lydia rationalized, she would’ve given her a terse dismissal without hesitation. Lydia fixed her gaze on the courtyard beyond the window, sunlight pouring over the green lawn and fountain. Just as Lydia had dissolved into accepting the sting of rejection, Professor Duncan cleared her throat.

“This isn’t the type of extra credit I would offer anyone, but for you,” she conceded as she rose from her chair, reaching up to yank on the cord hanging from the window, “I’ll make an exception. I know how much the credits from this class mean for your program.”

With the blinds closed, the room was only illuminated by the lamp on the desk. Professor Duncan’s button-up was tucked into the charcoal slacks she wore, which accentuated her round ass and Lydia couldn’t help but admire. She felt heat burn not only in her cheeks but elsewhere when Professor Duncan turned and caught her staring.

A smile teased the corner of Lydia’s mouth. Now things were going exactly as planned. “You’d do that for me?” she murmured in faux surprise. She caught her lower lip between her teeth and waited for Professor Duncan to answer.

“I think we could come to an arrangement that would suit both of our needs,” Professor Duncan said tentatively as she rounded the desk and walked past Lydia.

When the soft click of the lock sliding into place filled the room, Lydia’s heart hammered in her chest and renewed warmth spread over her cheeks.

Footsteps sounded on the floor behind her, muffled slightly by the rug. “What are you willing to do?” Professor Duncan asked beside Lydia, her breath tickling the nape of Lydia’s neck, sending a cascade of goosebumps down her back. The heat of her body so close to Lydia’s skin washed her in need.

“I’ll do anything,” she whispered.

Professor Duncan walked in front of her and leaned against the desk with one ankle resting on the other.

She tilted her head, as if to appraise Lydia, which only intensified the heat already flaring in Lydia’s gut and between her legs. It wasn’t as though she was having second thoughts but the vulnerability she felt under such scrutiny was intimidating.

“I want you to touch yourself,” Professor Duncan murmured, her tone bemused.

“Right here?” Lydia cringed as she heard her own voice squeak as she looked at her.

Professor Duncan folded her arms over her chest. “Is there a problem?”

“No.”

“Then, touch yourself.”

Lydia glanced down at the floor and took a deep, uneven breath, sensing the wetness already present between her legs.

She gazed up at Professor Duncan, acutely aware she was the reason for the state of her desire and had been for quite some time. Lydia traced her finger between her breasts, teasingly slow, never dropping eye contact with Professor Duncan. Her professor audibly sighed when Lydia opened her blouse, touching the edge of her silk slot oyna bra.

After slipping her blouse over her shoulders, Lydia leaned forward and unhooked her bra. Professor Duncan watched her, tapping the end of a fountain pen against her plump lips. Mesmerized was the only word Lydia could think of to name the expression gracing Professor Duncan’s beautiful face.

Lydia worked this to her advantage, determined to provide Professor Duncan with a show she surely wouldn’t stray from. Biting her lower lip, Lydia exhaled, cupping her own breasts. Her hardened nipples pressed against her palms, taut and sensitive as she gently squeezed.

She pinched a nipple, then the other, noting how Professor Duncan’s eyes widened ever so slightly each time Lydia drew a sharp breath. It only left her wanting far more.

A light flush rose to Professor Duncan’s cheeks, and her gaze wandered to Lydia’s legs. “Your legs are magnificent. Maybe you should show me more.”

Desire thrummed through Lydia’s core as she brought her hand to her thigh. She trailed her fingertips from her knee to the hem of her skirt, closing her eyes as her need nearly overwhelmed her.

Her soft skin raised in goosebumps as she drew nearer to her skirt, and she longed to have Professor Duncan’s hands on her in lieu of her own.

She wanted Professor Duncan to touch her, to take her right there in her office, to fuck her until she screamed. Parting her legs, Lydia ran both palms over her thighs, hiking her skirt up a few more inches, meeting naked flesh. She rested her head against the back of the chair and moaned unabashed.

The floorboards creaked and when Professor Duncan spoke again, her voice was beside Lydia’s ear. “That’s it. Touch yourself for me, darling.”

Lydia sighed she cupped her own mound. She opened her eyes, finding Professor Duncan standing over her, hands clutching the armrests on either side of her, gaze set on Lydia’s busy hand. “What, you came pantyless? Is this what you expected, what you wanted?”

Closing her eyes once more, Lydia nodded, sliding her index finger through her wet slit, finding herself painfully needy. If only it were Professor Duncan’s hands drawing nearer to her core…

“Is that why you always stay in the lecture hall long after the rest of the students have left?” she asked humorously.

“Yes,” Lydia breathed. She opened her eyes; she had to witness Professor Duncan’s face as she brought herself closer to climax. Professor Duncan let out a throaty sigh, her eyes heavy lidded as Lydia continued to stroke herself. “I-I wanted to offer myself to you.”

The statement came out on a low moan as she brushed over her stiff clit, pinching it between her fingers before flickering over it.

“Offer yourself to me?”

“Uh, huh.” For a brief moment, Lydia was unaware of where she was, too lost in the pleasure that began to surface to recognize where she was, who she was touching herself in front of.

Tendrils of pleasure swirled through her, stealing the very air she breathed. Lydia’s body tensed as the first crest of her orgasm leadened her limbs but just as she nearly submitted to the sensation, a hand snatched her wrist, yanking her fingers away.

“I didn’t say you could come.”

Lydia’s eyes snapped open as she cried out in anguish, her climax hanging loosely on the edge of nirvana. Above her stood Professor Duncan, inches from her face.

“Such a simple task. Someone with as much restraint as you shouldn’t have any trouble with a challenge, such as letting go of this climax.”

Lydia tried to focus on Professor Duncan’s words but the absence of her hand at the cusp of climax caused her clit to throb painfully. Chest heaving, her breaths came in short spurts and a dizziness washed over her. “I’m sorry. I thought…I don’t know.” She licked her lips, head lolling back.

“This was simply a warmup to your main focus.”

Lydia calmed her breathing, yanked her skirt down, and sat up straight. “Yes, Professor, what can I do?” Her clit ached, begging to be touched, but she smothered the need.

Professor Duncan unbuckled her leather belt and placed it on the desk. Naked skin peeked from under her clothing and Lydia gripped the arms of the chair. Slowly, tauntingly, Professor Duncan unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her beautiful toned stomach.

“I want you to lick me.” She pushed her slacks down over her thighs and ran her hands over her pale skin as she tugged down her boy shorts.

“Okay.” She tried to compose herself, yanking her skirt over her legs as she stood, though the stubborn fabric rode up again. By the time she knelt before Professor Duncan, her own throbbing had settled to a low roar as she brought her full attention to the magnificent pussy in front of her. Soft auburn curls glistened with her desire, a desire Lydia knew she’d stoked in her.

Professor Duncan nodded, her face impassive as Lydia gazed up at her. Lydia brushed her fingertips over Professor Duncan’s thighs, basking in the canlı casino siteleri taut muscles beneath her skin.

She pressed a kiss on Professor Duncan’s pussy.

“I said lick me, not kiss me.”

Without another command, Lydia took the hint and stretched her tongue over the expanse of Professor Duncan’s slit. Professor Duncan gasped, her ass hitting the edge of her desk.

Her hand came to rest on Lydia’s head, fingers twirling in her curly blonde hair, and Lydia licked her again. When the fingers in her hair tightened, Lydia captured Professor Duncan’s clit between her teeth, flickering her tongue over the rough nub.

She let go, a disgruntled grumble resounding from above, and she dipped her tongue into Professor Duncan’s pussy.

“Oh, God,” Professor Duncan groaned, her hand pressing Lydia’s face to her. Lydia resumed her work at Professor Duncan’s clit, flickering over it, gently biting it, savoring the sweetness and texture.

Her gaze lifted to Professor Duncan’s face, relaxed and slack in the low lighting of the room, lips parted as she exhaled loudly. Her fingers loosened and her body went rigid. “Yes, fuck, yes,” she gasped, her hips jerking toward Lydia’s face as a rush of wetness coated Lydia’s chin. Lydia drew it out, wrapping an arm around Professor Duncan’s waist and not allowing her to break the contact.

Sucking her clit into her mouth, Lydia ran her tongue over the bundle of nerves in her mouth, eliciting another, louder moan to erupt from Professor Duncan as her legs and ass tensed against Lydia’s grip.

Breathlessly, Lydia let go. She dared a glance at Professor Duncan, hair stuck to her forehead and cheeks a deep red, leaving Lydia satisfied with her work.

“All right, stand up,” Professor Duncan whispered.

Lydia stood, wiping her face on her wrist.

Face flushed and breath ragged, Professor Duncan tucked her shirt back into her slacks and buttoned her pants. Lydia’s gaze fell upon the belt still on the desk, the black leather as enticing as frightening.

She caught Professor Duncan’s gaze, licked her bottom lip, and focused on the belt again.

Professor Duncan’s lips lifted in questioning smirk.

“Lean over the desk,” Professor Duncan stated.

Lydia obeyed, laying her upper half over the desk. Professor Duncan snuck her hand up Lydia’s skirt, pulling the fabric up to expose her ass cheeks. She ran a gentle hand over the skin and Lydia shivered from her touch. “Last task. Fifteen strikes for missing assignments,” she whispered beside Lydia’s ear, her thighs pressing against Lydia’s ass.

“Yes, Professor,” she answered in rushed excitement.

Although she expected it, and it wasn’t the first time in this position, it stung. The belt came down hard on her ass, filling the room with the sound of impact.

It didn’t hurt as bad as Lydia had anticipated, but the second, third, and fourth burned through her flesh and yet brought on a needy achiness between her legs that only Professor Duncan could satisfy.

Lydia gasped on the fifth strike, sweat beading on her forehead and her breath shaky. Pain laced with burning pleasure thrummed through Lydia’s limbs, scorching a path to her pussy.

Dampness spread to her inner thighs and Lydia’s knuckles tightened at the end of the desk as the belt came down two more times and the pain seared through her backside. “Professor Duncan,” she managed to mutter, needing release.

The belt struck her again.

“We’re not even halfway through, darling,” Professor Duncan commanded.

Eight. Nine. Ten. “Georgia, please,” she whimpered. The belt fell to the floor and Professor Duncan moved close, her breath warm against Lydia’s neck.

“Are you okay, Lydia? Are you done?” she whispered, her tone absent of the commanding presence, leaving only softness and comfort. She almost had bellowed their safe word, too needy and desperate to finish their game.

Lydia exhaled and shook her head sharply. “N-no, I’m fine, Georgia, I just…” she turned her head to catch Georgia’s stare, licking her lips. “Please touch me, Professor,” she begged.

The smirk slipped back onto Professor Duncan’s face, along with her role. “This is your extra credit. Shouldn’t I be the one giving the orders?” Her hand rested on Lydia’s ass again, squeezing her sore cheek hard. “Turn and part your legs.”

Lydia turned her attention back to the desk, closing her eyes and inhaling with anticipation as she did as she was told. Professor Duncan reached beneath Lydia and grazed her pussy with her knuckles.

“My, if I’d known how much you’d like the belt, I wouldn’t have given you so many strikes on your ass.” She ran a finger through Lydia’s wetness, an agonizingly slow movement. Lydia moaned, laying her cheek on the cool desk, arching her back, lifting her ass upward. Taking the cue of her body, Professor Duncan teased Lydia’s opening before pressing two fingers into her.

Lydia gasped at the sudden fullness, clamping her teeth down on her lower lip as Professor Duncan brought her other hand forward and ran her fingers over Lydia’s clit in. The nub was excruciatingly tender from her earlier near climax and Lydia’s upper arms and legs preemptively trembled.

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The week went by fast and it was Wednesday again and I had a stressful day at college and needed to relive some stress by playing some sport. Luckily today was soccer practice and so I went to my dorm and changed into my soccer clothes and went to the local park. Practice was tough and I was exhausted the coach pushed us hard as we had a game on Saturday and he wanted to win. It was getting dark when practice finally finished and everyone started to leave a buddy and I stayed for a bit for a bit of 1 on 1 and later he went home. I needed the bathroom and decided to go before I started walking back to my dorm.

I went to the public bathroom to relieve myself, as I went in, there was a tall guy at the urinal he looked old, around 40 with a bulky body build and short black with some gray hair. I walked past to go to a cubicle and as I did I stared at him as his ass was exposed and I caught a glimpse of his cock. He turns around and looks at me and asks what I’m looking at, I look away and say nothing and go into a cubicle. I close the door but the lock is broken I try to push it shut as I relieve myself. As doing so I hear the man walking around the bathroom. I wondered what he was doing as I didn’t hear him turn a tap on to wash his hands or go out the door. I finish and flush the toilet, I then hear him outside the cubicle and as I open the door he pushes his way in and puts his hand over my mouth, I can smell and taste a faint of urine on his hand. Under his breath he says “I’m going to teach you what happens to boys when they look at a man the way you did”. I was terrified, I wanted to scream, I wanted to run away but I didn’t know what to do or what was going to happen.

He held his hand over my mouth and pushed a piece of cloth into my mouth and pinned me against the wall. With his other hand he roughly pulled down my shorts and after a brief struggle he had his pants down too. I felt his cock rub against my leg it is hard and large. He whispers in my ear and asks me if I’m turned on. He didn’t need an answer casino oyna my cock was harder than it has ever been. He smiles and lets out a mischievous giggle. He then forces me to turn around to face the wall; I panicked as I realized what was going to happen. I felt so vulnerable and weak, I was unprepared. I was a virgin. I didn’t want his, but now I am here, with a man pinned against a wall in a public bathroom I let out a sob.

I feel a hand running up my thigh and moving up over my ass, he grabs in firmly and rubs it with he course hands, I feel a finger sliding in between my cheeks, I gasp as he touches my virgin asshole and try’s to push his finger in, but there is too much resistance. He whispers in my ear to relax and to push out otherwise it will hurt a lot more than it needs to. In fear I do what he says and I feel the finger slowing sink into my hole, tears form at my eyes as his finger begins to move around and in and out. He pulls out and puts the finger by my mouth he removes the cloth and tells me to get his finger as wet as possible, I take it in my mouth and try to get as much saliva as I can onto it. He then takes it from my mouth and puts the cloth back in, dripping in saliva he places his finger back at the entrance to my hole pushes back into my asshole. Thankfully this time it doesn’t feel so bad and there is a lot less resistance.

He moves it around in a circular motion I guess to loosen me up, I tremble at the thought of having him put his cock inside of me. After a while the finger is removed and a few seconds of scuffling around and it is time. He bends me over and pushes my shoulders down, my ass cheeks spread wide and my hole dripping with saliva is in full view of him. I lower my head and close my eyes and hop it is over soon, I feel the head of his cock running up and down my ass crack until it stops at my entrance, with a bit of pressure the cock head pops into my hole. I felt pain as I stretched around him; I try to spread my ass cheeks to take the pain away and to slot oyna make it more comfortable. He withdraws his cock and I sigh.

I feel him spit on my ass and hear him spit again on his hand and rubs his cock in his saliva. Again I feel the head pop into my ass easier this time, he leans forward and whispers to me “get ready”. And with that he thrusts hard burying his cock inside me and holds there. My scream is muffled by the cloth in my mouth and tears stream down my cheek, I adjust myself and place my hands on the wall. Slowly I feel him withdraw his cock, until only the head is in and again he thrust it back in. Again he does this several times and as he does the pain slowly fades. He then grabs my hips with his large hands and starts to move faster, as the speed picks up the slapping sound of flesh fills the room.

I feel his balls slap against my body and I feel my erection, still as hard as a rock. He is pounding into me with a perfect rhythm a fast pace with long deep thrusts. I’m feeling a mix of emotions, disgusted, scared, ashamed and……pleasure?. I’m feel sensations I have never felt before, my cock is throbbing and leaking, never have I had so much pre cum drip out of my cock. I hear him starting to breathe heavily and I look at him over my shoulder, he has removed his shirt revealing his large hairy chest and his face is red and sweating, his eyes are closed and I hear him grunting and moaning. I see the pleasure in his face and I let out a long lingering moan as I realize I am the cause of that pleasure. I drop my head down again and feel his long hard cock drive deep into me, the feeling of being so full and in a place that is supposed to be so wrong makes me moan louder. His thrusting rhythm is still at a high rate I’m surprised he doesn’t become exhausted. He grab my hips harder and adjusts his cock it must be at a different angle now as I suddenly feel very different, my cock grows harder and a tingling sensation flows around my groin. I shiver and my eyes open wide. He grunts, “You canlı casino siteleri like that boy?” I look over my shoulder to see him grinning as he continues to fuck me relentlessly.

I give in, and push back into him with each stroke and he groans loader, he picks up the pace and we are now fucking each other. After a passionate fifteen minutes I feel he is close to cumming, and he starts to rub my back and caress my ass, a hand find its way to my cock and I feel a warm gentle hand wrap around my hard cock. He begins to pump it up and down I groan as the immense pleasure from being stimulated in so many ways. I push back faster onto him as he thrusts harder and faster into me, suddenly I feel a wave of pleasure in my groin, my balls tighten and my cock throbs as I pump load after load of cum onto his hand and onto floor. He pumps harder into me as my orgasm rushes through my body.

My ass tightens and I hear him gasp, it clamps and throbs around his cock, almost forcing him out of my warm wet hole, but he pushes back hard and fast. I feel pain, I feel immense pleasure I groan again as I bring him the ultimate pleasure. I shiver again and I feel light headed, he takes two deeper thrusts and moans loudly as he grips my hips hard and pulls me into him. I feel his cock grow and throb deep inside me and know he is cumming; he holds me close to him and then relaxes. My legs feel weak and he holds me still, his cock becomes limp and exits my hole followed by a steady stream of his warm cum. He lets go of me and I fall to the floor into the now wet floor from our cum, I look up at him and he removes the cloth from my mouth and tells me to lick him clean I grab his cock and close my mouth around it, this is the firs time I have done this I just wish I could do it properly, I do as I’m told and clean him up.

He then pulls his pants up and as he buckles his belt he smiles and says, “I’ll see you around,” and leaves. I slowly find the strength to stand up and pull my shorts back up, I feel a wet patch form as his cum still drips out of me and I smile. I wash my face in the sink, straighten up my clothes and walk out of the bathroom. I wonder if I should ever go to soccer practice again, as I walk back to my dorm going over in my head what happened.

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This is a sequel to Exploring His Bi Side. It serves as a stand-alone story, so there is no real need to read the first unless you just want to familiarize yourself with the characters.

*****

Janine Bingham stood outside Lipstick and Lace. It was a rather cool night, but Janine wore a strapless evening gown that perfectly accentuated her body. Most of the people who passed her said nothing, but a few did speak. To them all, Janine simply smiled and nodded, offering nothing more. She checked the time. It was 7:58. She continued to stand outside the lesbian bar. She heard a voice to her right. She looked over to see a beautiful Latina walking her way, accompanied by a cute red-head and a light-skinned black woman. The Latina smiled at her a mere moment before entering the bar. Janine thought the woman was very beautiful; she resembled Salma Hayak.

8:40 and Janine was still standing outside. The door opened and out walked the Latina with her two friends. The Latina looked over at Janine, whose face was a mess of anxiety and self-doubt. Even still, she thought the woman to be very attractive. She estimated her to be mid-forties, and she still had a nice body. “Are you okay?” the Latina called out. Janine just stared at her, then quickly shook her head. “I’ll catch up with you later,” the Latina told her friends, then she made her way to Janine’s side. She said nothing at first, not for about fifteen seconds, then she asked, “Aren’t you going in?”

“I … What if someone in there knows me?” Janine asked. She seemed to just realize she was still wearing her wedding band. She clumsily made to cover it with her right hand.

“You poor dear. This is your first time, isn’t it?”

“I … I’m not ready,” Janine said as she turned her back to the woman and walked to her car. The Latina followed.

“Hey. Hey! Wait a minute,” she said as she trotted over.

Janine turned. She looked the woman in the eyes, then turned her gaze downward. “Oh, who am I kidding? I should just repress my feelings like I always have and continue to be the doting wife and mother everyone knows and loves.”

“That’s the last thing you should do,” the Latina said. She placed a reassuring hand on the stranger’s shoulder, then let it slide down to her hands. She lightly grasped them both in hers, then said, “Look, I don’t live far from here. If you’d like to go to my place and—” The woman’s eyes darted quickly onto the Latina’s face again. “No, no. I’m not coming onto you,” the Latina said. “It’s just that I see you’re conflicted. Perhaps if you had someone to talk to in a more controlled environment it would make things easier for you?”

“I … Maybe you’re right,” she said with a small smile. “My name is Janine, by the way. Janine Winthrop.” She gave her maiden name so as to protect her identity.

“And I am Rosalinda de Luna Veracruz. So, my place?”

“Yes,” Janine responded. “That would be nice.”

“You’ll have to drive since I came with the two women you saw me with earlier,” Rosalinda said. “Come on. I’ll give you directions along the way.”

The two entered Janine’s car and Rosalinda began to give instructions as she pulled her phone out. She dialed a number, then said, “Hi. You guys go on without me. Well, it’s that woman we saw when we exited the bar. What?” She looked at Janine. “No, it’s not a hook-up. She just needs a friendly ear, is all. I’ll call you tomorrow. Okay then. Bye.” She killed the connection, then said, “They think everything with me centers around sex.”

“Does it?” Janine asked.

Rosalinda laughed. “Usually, but not tonight.”

Janine looked over at her, said, “I don’t know if I should be honored or disappointed,” smiled, then returned her eyes to the road. She didn’t see the small smile playing on Rosalinda’s lips, but she could almost sense it.

“Turn left at the next light, two blocks down, then right into the first driveway,” Rosalinda said. Janine followed the directions, and a minute later she was pulling into Paytee Condominiums. Without a word, she followed Rosalinda up one flight of stairs, then into her home. “It’s not much, but it’s mine.”

“It’s beautiful,” Janine admitted.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Rosalinda said as they entered the living room. Then, “How about some wine?” Janine nodded. “Red or white?”

“Either is fine with me.”

Rosalinda disappeared into the kitchen and reappeared a few minutes later. She passed a glass to Janine, who took a sip then said, “Woo. What is this?”

“Sangria,” Rosalinda responded.

“I’ve never had Sangria like this before.”

Rosalinda laughed. “Truth be told, I added a capful of vodka to it. I prefer it that way.”

“Well, I’m not complaining,” Janine said. “It just caught me by surprise, is all.”

Silence, then Rosalinda said, “So, tell me about tonight.”

Janine sighed, took a sip of casino siteleri her wine, then began. “That wasn’t the first time I have stood outside that bar. More like my fifth or sixth. I can never take that final step of entering, though.”

“You spoke of repressing your feelings,” Rosalinda reminded her. “How long have you had homosexual desires?”

“I first became aware of them when I hit puberty,” Janine answered. She paused, as if to choose her next words carefully. “I have always thought the female body was beautiful, but we were raised in the church, and we were told that homosexuality was a sin. I tried to not dwell on my desires, but they were always at the forefront. I did what most women do, though. I got married, began a family, and tried to move past it, but it’s always there, even after twenty-one years of marriage.”

“Does your husband know of your desires?”

“No. I’ve never discussed them with him. I want to, but I just don’t know how he’d react. He is a prominent man with a reputation to uphold. If word of this were to get out, well, I don’t know what would happen, but I can’t take the chance.”

“Maybe you just invite another woman into your bedroom?” Rosalinda suggested. “If he is like most men, he wouldn’t mind a threesome, especially if it meant seeing his wife have sex with another woman.”

“I’ve thought about that as well,” Janine responded, “but I don’t want it to be a clumsy affair. I’d want there to be some comfort between me and the other woman, some familiarity, before doing anything like that.” She laughed. “Oh, hell. Who am I kidding? I’d really just like to be with a woman a few times one-on-one with no guarantee that my husband would ever be involved.” She drained her glass and held it out to Rosalinda, who drained hers before returning to the kitchen. She brought the bottles of Sangria and vodka and poured two more drinks.

After Rosalinda settled herself in her chair, she said, “So, what are you expecting from a lesbian encounter? I mean, I’m sure you’ve fantasized about it.”

“I don’t know,” Janine said. She laughed. “In all honesty, I just really want to eat some pussy.”

Rosalinda laughed at that. “Seriously, that’s it?”

“Not entirely, no,” Janine answered. “I want the intimacy, not that my love life lacks it. My husband is very affectionate.” She got a more serious look on her face. “I just need to explore this. I need to know if what I have been feeling all these years is a true part of myself or just some fixation I have created.”

“So, what? You thought to go to the bar and make a hook-up?”

“No, not a hook-up,” Janine said in correcting her hostess. “More like a connection. I don’t want to just have random sex. I’d like it to be with someone with whom I could easily say, ‘I like her

enough to allow her to be the woman who accompanies me on this journey.’ You know, someone like you.”

“Me?” Rosalinda asked, surprised. “Why me?”

“Why not?” Janine asked. “You are smart, genuinely caring, and extremely beautiful.”

“I think that’s the alcohol talking,” Rosalinda offered.

“And if it is?” Janine shot back. She drained her glass and set it on the coffee table. “All I know is that I’m ready for this, Rosalinda. I have lived a life of constantly wondering, repressing. We found each other tonight. I have to believe there was a reason for that, and I’d like you to be the person who allows me to explore my bisexuality or homosexuality or whatever it is.”

Silence, then, “Are you sure?”

“I really want this,” Janine answered, “and I really want it with you.”

Rosalinda smiled, drained her glass, then stood and made her way to the sofa where Janine sat. She sat next to her, then said, “How do you want this to play out?”

“I don’t think I can be assertive right off the bat,” Janine told her. “Would you mind leading?”

Rosalinda gave a warm smile, then she reached up and moved some hair from Janine’s face. “We don’t have to be in a rush. Just take your time. Your comfort level matters.” With that, Rosalinda slowly moved in and kissed Janine on the lips. It was a soft, tender kiss, gentle and easy in every way. Janine kissed her back. Their mouths were gracefully working in tandem even as the passion built between them.

Janine placed a hand against Rosalinda’s cheek as they continued, and moments later she wrapped her arms around the Latina’s neck and torso, pulling her closer as she inserted her tongue into her mouth. Rosalinda wrapped her arms around Janine as well, and soon both were running their hands over one another’s bodies. “I’m so wet right now,” Janine confessed.

Rosalinda stood and offered a hand to Janine, who took it. She led her to her bedroom. Once there, they began kissing once more as they slowly undressed each other. Both were in their bra and panties. Janine took one of Rosalinda’s hands and placed it on her slot oyna right breast. “Look what you do to me,” she said, and Rosalinda could feel Janine’s rigid nipple poking through the bra. She reached behind Janine and unfastened the bra, then removed it and threw it to the wayside as she placed her mouth on one nipple while lightly pinching the other. “Oh, God yes!” Janine moaned. Her legs buckled the tiniest of bits. “I think we should lay down.” As she did, Rosalinda removed her own bra, then joined her new lover on the bed.

Rosalinda picked up right where she had left off. She would suck one nipple while pinching the other, moving from one to the other at two-minute intervals until finally, “Oh shit! I’m coming!” Janine’s body writhed in pleasure as her orgasm washed over her body. As she began to calm down, she pulled Rosalinda’s mouth up to hers again while simultaneously moving one of the Latina’s hands between her legs.”

“Damn,” Rosalinda said immediately. “You really are wet, aren’t you?”

“Go down there and make me wetter,” Janine replied. Rosalinda began kissing her way down. She gave Janine’s nipples one more obligatory sucking before continuing, then it was to her belly, her waist, and finally Rosalinda’s tongue was moving all over the pussy imprint on Janine’s panties. “Oh-h-h-h,” Janine said, her breath catching as she experienced for the first time another woman’s sexual touch.

Rosalinda quickly found Janine’s bulging clit and pressed her lips against it, then she began making alternating clockwise-counterclockwise motions on it. “Oh, yes!” Janine growled. Rosalinda continued, and a few minutes later Janine screamed out as another orgasm rocked her body. Between gulps of air, Janine said, “Eat that motherfucker good for me!”

Rosalinda ripped Janine’s panties from her and forcefully embedded her tongue inside Janine’s hot, wet pussy. Janine thrust her hips forward as she threw a hand behind Rosalinda’s head, holding her in place. Rosalinda’s tongue seemed to take on a life of its own, flicking and swirling inside of Janine. Janine reached down with her other hand, pulled Rosalinda’s mouth as far into her as she could, then raised her hips off the bed once again as she cried, “I’m gonna cum in your fucking mouth!” Rosalinda continued, and soon she was rewarded with a mouthful of Janine’s sweet, thick cum. Janine held her there for several seconds, then she loosened her grip and melted back onto the bed.

Rosalinda licked her for a few more seconds, then came off her and asked, “How was that?”

Janine, in one motion, sat up and pushed Rosalinda backwards. As she fell, Janine pulled her panties from her and began eating the Latina’s pussy, which she surmised to be every bit as wet as her own. “Oh, fuck this tastes good,” she said before immediately plastering her mouth on it once again.

“That’s it,” Rosalinda said to her. “Savor it, Janine. Feast on it.” The only response Janine gave was the loud sucking noises a frenzied beast might give along with a mewling of ecstasy over having finally tasted pussy for the first time in her life. She sucked Rosalinda’s clit into her mouth and pushed down with great pressure while flicking her tongue on it as fast as she could. This, coupled with two fingers in Rosalinda’s pussy, massaging her G-spot, sent the Latina over the edge. “Don’t stop,” Rosalinda told her. “Don’t stop. Oh. Oh, shit. Move your fingers and eat my fucking cum you fucking bitch!”

Janine obeyed her instructor and soon her mouth was filling with Rosalinda’s cum. She swallowed it, then licked inside her pussy to retrieve as much as she possibly could. Rosalinda just lay there. She began to laugh. “Wow, I can’t remember the last time I came that hard.”

Janine said nothing. She repositioned her body, placing the two in a sixty-nine. “Oh, you want to—” but before Rosalinda could finish her sentence, Janine forced her pussy onto the woman’s mouth as she began eating Rosalinda’s pussy once more. They got each other off a few more times, then Rosalinda repositioned Janine’s hips so she could lick the woman’s anus. Janine followed suit and lifted Rosalinda’s legs, then her tongue found Rosalinda’s virgin bunghole. They lovingly tongued one another for about ten minutes, then Rosalinda called Janine to her side. Janine lay next to her, then the two began softly kissing. Rosalinda finally pulled back and said, “So, was it everything you thought it’d be?”

“Oh, my. Even more so,” Janine said as she offered another kiss.

“So, where does this leave you?” Rosalinda asked. “Are you lesbian, or bi?”

“Maybe I need a few more sessions like this with you to help me figure it out,” Janine said as she kissed one of Rosalinda’s nipples. “Maybe a lot more sessions.” Rosalinda said nothing. “What?” Janine asked.

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“I told you, I need to figure this out,” Janine reminded her, “and once I do, regardless of how I continue to live my life, he’s just going to have to come to terms with it.” More silence, which prompted Janine to say, “You will be here for me, won’t you? I mean, I want this with you, not a conga line of one-night stands.”

“Yes, I’ll be here for you,” Rosalinda said, then quickly amended that to, “with you. We have a connection, and I’d like to see where this takes us.”

“Me, too,” Janine responded. “One thing, though? What was that outburst all about?”

Rosalinda laughed. “I guess I should have warned you, but in all honesty I wasn’t expecting you to make me cum like you did.”

“So, I did a good job for you?” Janine asked proudly.

“Baby, I was beginning to wonder if you had lied to me about this being your first time, it was so good,” Rosalinda responded.

“Well, it was,” Janine said, “and I can’t wait until next time. Speaking of which, how are we going to do this? Scheduling, I mean?”

“I teach at the university,” Rosalinda told her, “so my nights and weekends are generally free. Give me your number before you leave, and I’ll give you a call Monday or Tuesday.”

“That seems like an eternity away,” Janine opined, “but it gives me something to look forward to. If it helps, I’m generally free any time after eight p.m.”

“Gotcha,” Rosalinda said. They just lay there, then, enjoying each other’s warmth as they tenderly kissed. As the time neared eleven …

“I guess it’s time I head back.” They kissed a few more minutes, then both dressed. Well, Janine had on her bra and dress. Her panties were nothing more than a ripped trophy for Rosalinda’s keeping. They exchanged numbers, kissed once more, then Janine was on her way home.

She entered her house and made her way upstairs. She looked in on her two children, then she made her way to the bedroom she shared with her husband, Terry, who was in the middle of grading papers from his Psychology class. He looked up, smiled, and asked, “So, how did it go?”

“Rosalinda was there at eight on the nose, just like you said she’d be,” Janine answered, and why wouldn’t she be? Rosalinda worked in the Psychology department at the university, of which Terry was the department head, so it was as nothing for the two to discuss week-end plans as they had numerous times in the past.

Ever since Janine allowed Terry to explore his bi side with their gay neighbors Neal and Bob, Janine had developed a bi itch of her own, and Terry knowing that Rosalinda was a lesbian … Well, it seemed like the perfect opportunity of which Janine could take advantage. “You didn’t tell her your real name, did you?” he asked.

“I used my maiden,” she informed him. “Best to keep you out of it for the moment, don’t you think?” She removed her dress.

“Where are your panties?”

Janine told him as she removed her bra, plus everything else that had transpired during her time at Rosalinda’s. By the time she was finished, Terry had a boner that wouldn’t rest. “Shall I take care of that for you?”

He pulled his underwear off and Janine crawled on top of him, allowing his cock to gain full penetration. “Go nice and slow as you tell me all about eating her pussy,” Terry told her.

“I could barely make it out from the night-light in the bathroom,” Janine began, “but she has a cute little triangle just above her clit, just like me.” From there, she would tell Terry everything as she stopped intermittently to kiss him, asking if he could taste Rosalinda’s pussy on her mouth. To his credit, Terry lasted ten minutes before filling Janine’s pussy with a huge load of cum. Their kisses were reminiscent of those she had shared with Rosalinda.

“When do you see her again?” Terry asked.

“She’s going to call me early next week.”

“I want you to enjoy yourself,” Terry told her. “Make the best of it while it lasts.”

“Hopefully when she finds out who I really am, she won’t be too pissed at you,” Janine offered as a response. “I mean, I’d really like for us to do a threesome with her.”

“We’ll play it by ear,” Terry said. Just don’t be too quick to make that happen. Remember how long it too us to convince Neal and Bob to run that train on you?”

“Mmmmm,” Janine said as she thought back. “One in each hole. That was heaven.”

“Well, Rosalinda might not feel the same way,” Terry said. “Like I said, play it by ear.”

Janine finally removed herself from her husband’s cock. It was still hard, and she was still cheesing over Rosalinda’s sweet pussy, so she did the only thing she knew to do: She began sucking Terry’s dick. Her cum intermingled with his was a tasty treat for her taste buds. She sucked him for all of twenty minutes until he erupted in her mouth, then she dutifully swallowed it before kissing him. She nestled herself into his shoulder and the two drifted off to sleep, both silently wondering just how far this thing with Rosalinda would go.

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“Val, you’re on deck in five,” Val’s manager called out.

Val had just woken up ten minutes ago and obviously forgot that she was Soup of the Day. Her jaw bounced up and down forcefully as she chomped her cereal down quickly. Val thrived on adventure and excitement as early as eight years old. Now, she stood at 5’9″, towering over most women, with dark piercing brown eyes. As Val finished her meal, she stood up to address the new crowd. Her curly long brown hair was pulled haphazardly in a bun on the top of her head. Though usually, tiny frizzy curls sprang every which way, Val had managed to find time to tame them with water.

“Good morning everyone! How are we doing this morning?” Val said through the microphone.

Some people just stared at her. Others responded with, “Great. How ’bout you?”

Val longed to go back to her bed, but nevertheless gave them all she had. “Welcome to Radman’s Park!! I’m Val, Soup of the Day. Soup of the Day is another name for your mealtime announcer. I’ll be informing you about everything concerning Radman’s Park. Let me start off by telling you about us.”

The dining room hall, composed of easily two-hundred people, quieted down as Val began. “Radman’s Park has a staff of 100 people, old and new alike. Some of us are connoisseurs in athletics…like our very own Ray from Australia.” The 6″ blonde tan man stood up and waved one lanky arm back and forth.

“Consider small but mighty Reese who could show you how to wind surf.” Short Reese smiled and waved brightly for everyone. “I could stand here and introduce everyone, but it would take all day. That’s why I’m leaving it up to you to get out there and experience Radman’s staff for yourself. Don’t be afraid to ask for directions or just start up a conversation. We are all friendly and care for you. I assume we all got tours in last night?” Val looked to Rob, her manager, to affirm this. He nodded.

“Great to hear! I need 5 Radman staff up here. They will be passing out the weekly agendas of activities that we are having. These are subject to change due to weather. As it’s pretty sunny here in California most of the time, we don’t expect that too much. In the case of rain or severe weather, we’ll take the necessary precautions. On a final note, if you haven’t figured it out yet…plates, cups, and silverware all go in separate bins. And please throw away your trash. As for that, I think we will be dismissing very shortly.”

Once all the agendas were passed out, Val said, “Dismissed,” and waved her hand gently. She threw away her plastic bowl and put her spoon and cups in separate bins. She started to walk away when Rob shouted half jokingly, “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

Val had intentions of weightlifting, but held her tongue, “Depends where the shortcomings are?” “That’s what I thought. Sterling is short a trainer in the weight room. Would you?”

“Hey, why did you hire me after all? Good timing, correct?”

“Yes, Val. It was good timing. And you could beat my ass any day.”

Val’s tanned face broke into a smile. “Well, funny you mention it, because I was just headed over to the weight room to weight lift. I could beat your ass, but I don’t think my heart or head would allow it. I’m too in love with this job. I’m just tired right now. Some work will do me some good.”

“Thanks Val.”

“No. Thank you.”

Val jogged slowly to the weight room which was about a half a mile away from the dining room. About twenty people were seated on the floor listening to Sterling explain the importance of weight training.

“And speaking of weight training, here comes one of our trainers herself. Val…”

“Hey Mr. Sterling Silver. Thought I’d help you rope ’em in.”

“You’re always my assistant, never my co” Sterling whispered. Sterling’s buzzed hair could not make his personality more alive. His eyes bulged out when he talked and his body seemed to be wiggling about while he talked, almost as if he were in a trance of some sort. Val frankly casino siteleri did not like Sterling’s actions, but still gave him respect.

Val left the class room and worked her upper body out while Sterling showed off to the class. Finally, after he was done, Sterling took them into the massive weight room and indicated, “Men come with me. Women go with Val.” Val hated Sterling for his biased against women.

“Before I give you general instructions for the machines, does anyone have any questions?” Val asked.

A women with naturally blonde hair shot her hand up.

Val’s eyebrows raised and replied, “Go ahead.”

“What if we’re familiar with the basics? Can we just start lifting?”

Val loved assertive people and rarely did she run across them. “The more experienced you are the less I have to blab on about. Just make sure you know what you’re doing. Okay?”

“Okay, but what if we have specific questions?”

“We’ll let me get to the beginners first. And then I’ll address your questions.”

“Thanks.”

For the next hour or so, Val introduced the women to the bench press, lat pulls, squats, pull-ups, leg press, and other such machines. She showed them the proper form and how to adjust settings. She also advised them to start off slow and then elevate their workout. She told them if they had any questions it was better to ask, then to do it wrong. The women that were eager tried the machines first while Val assessed what they did right and wrong aloud. The students learned better this way. By the end of the hour, Val shared, “Congrats ladies. You may now call yourselves weight trainers. Remember that aerobic exercise isn’t everything. You can burn weight by lifting too.”

The naturally blonde lady tapped Val lightly on her shoulder. When Val breathed in, she smelled fresh fruit. She stood a few inches shorter than Val. As she started to speak, Val felt her eyes checking her out north, south, west, and even east. Val noticed her green eyes that burned with energy. Her skin was fairly dark for the summer. She had hardly a pound of fat on her as she was very small-boned; though Val judged her boobs to be at least C’s. She wasn’t for sure. To add to that, her ass was shaped perfectly with just the right amount of muscle.

The babe clapped her small hands in front of Val’s face to get my attention. “Val! I’m trying to ask you something.”

“Huh? Oh yes? I’m sorry.”

“Well? What’s your answer?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t hear your question.”

The goddess laughed out loud. She repeated, “Okay. I’ve been weightlifting on and off for three years now. I like to consider myself toned, but I want to get bigger. Not like bulkier like men. But I want to be able to hold my own. You know what I mean?”

After listening this time, Val shared, “Yes, I understand. You need to know that we women can never get as big as men. We have 10% of their testosterone. Thus, it is harder and it takes more time to gain muscle. But you can get muscle. Got that?”

“Yeah, but how did I build my strength up?”

“Well, it depends where you want the power. Where do you want to have muscle?”

The blonde-headed girl started to blush a little bit and said, “Well, I saw you working out while we were in class and I have to admit that you are pretty damn strong. I don’t know which muscles or exercises you were working, but I like how you are proportioned.” After she said this, her eyes darted to the floor.

Val couldn’t help but wonder, “Is this girl hitting on me? Or is she just being friendly?” Val shook her head and thought, “I am purely professional…” Thus, she responded, “Thank you for that. Um, I’m a big proponent of the bench press, lat pulls, pull-ups, and anything else that works my triceps. Now these machines, if you do them right, will give you strength. Not fitness or skill. Though you seem like you have the fitness down, you may need to take a defense class or something. I highly advise you build the muscle first.”

The blonde-headed slot oyna angel was silent for awhile. And added, “Well I played basketball and track in high school. I didn’t wrestle though.” She giggled at this.

Val was struggling to stay professional. She really wanted to kiss this girl. Her eyes would wander to her pouty pink lips and dream of touching them and sucking on them. Val thought to herself yet again, “Damn, I don’t even know her name yet…I guess I could introduce myself…”

“Well, I never learned your name. I’m Val as you know.”

“Kaden. Nice to meet you.” Kaden smiled at Val. Val returned the smile.

“Nice to meet you too. So what do you say to getting some hard-core muscle on you?”

“Hell yeah!” Kaden said.

Val walked over to the bench press and shared, “Lie down over here. Okay, Kaden, if you want to do the bench press, always do it first out of all the other machines. It works your triceps, biceps, and pectorals. That’s a lot of major muscle areas. Got it?”

“Yeah.”

“You hold the bar to where your forearms make a ninety degree angle with the bar. Always have someone spot you. Always keep your feet flat on the ground. Never bounce the bar off your chest. Slow repetitions are better than fast ones. Breathe slowly and encourage yourself. Now, the bar weighs 45 pounds. I think you can do it. What do you think?”

“I hope so.”

“Now, Kaden…I say you know so.”

She giggled again and smiled up at Val. “Okay, you win. I know so.”

“That’s it.” With that, Kaden held the bar appropriately and lowered it slowly to touch her chest and slowly accelerated it its highest maximum. “Good job Kaden. Keep it up.”

Kaden repeated the same movement five more times and struggled on the last two. “That’s enough for you today Kaden. I don’t want you to be hurting too much.”

Kaden laid there not moving for awhile. She didn’t want Val to think she was weak. She wanted to blow Val away. “I think I can do 8 more.”

“Now, seriously, Kaden, you’re going to be hurting tomorrow.”

“Val. I know so. I’m not stopping from trying.”

Val leaned in and brought the bar to Kaden’s fingertips. As Kaden was still looking up, her eyes caught a glimpse of Val’s underwear through her shorts. Kaden thought “Shit. Tight black underwear. Means she must be good in bed. I wonder if she shaves…” Kaden wasn’t focusing and the bar seized down upon her, nearly hitting her chest, until Val caught it.

“Geez Kaden. Focus.”

“Sorry, I lost my concentration.”

“That irresistible boyfriend of yours?”

“I am single,” Kaden said freely.

“Oh. Okay.”

“You seemed shocked.”

“Well, I mean I guess…I just figured a beauty like you would have someone.”

“I have yet to meet someone.” Kaden smiled hugely at the compliment and thought, “Unless it’s you…”

Val smiled brightly. “Well you’re young. You’ve got a lot of years ahead of you to meet that person that will blow you away.”

Kaden laughed. “I’m not young. I look young, but I’m older than you would think.”

“How old are you?”

Kaden smiled and let the silence fill up their conversation.

Val hated the silence. “Okay already. Tell me Kaden!”

“I’m eighteen.”

“That’s young!”

“Well, I’m not sixteen.”

Val laughed and shook her head. This girl was really starting to get to Val in a way that she had forgotten that girls could do.

Kaden observed Val and hesitated softly, “How…How?”

Val stopped, “What?”

“Nevermind.”

“You were asking, ‘How old I am?’ Kaden? It’s okay.”

Kaden smirked halfway, “Yes,” she whispered softly.

Val comforted her with yet another smile. “I’m a ripe twenty-three.”

Kaden laughed at the word “ripe.” “You’re so goofy Val. And the way you talk! Where are you from?”

Val smiled. She got that all the time. “Ohio.”

“Oh ok.”

“What about you?”

“New Jersey.”

“I was gonna say, you talk funny too Kaden.”

“Thanks canlı casino siteleri fucker!” Kaden slapped my ass and ran away…

“Kaden! What the fuck are you doing?”

“I got you to cuss! You acting so professional…Bullshit!”

Val smiled at her brightly. “What can I say Kaden? You are the first to bring out the laid back me while at work.”

Kaden was still running, “Well maybe I’ll be the first to trick you too while you’re at work.”

“Where did Kaden get all this energy from?” Val wondered. She responded, “We’ll see about that…”

Val saw Kaden hiding behind the vending machine. She was so small, but Val was so observant. Val creeped up behind the vending machine on the other side. Kaden said, “I can hide really well just so you know.”

Val edged closer and closer to Kaden till the last second and said, “Well you can’t run and you can’t hide…”

Val’s body fell on Kaden’s body. Val spread her huge massive arms around her small body and fought her to the floor. Val whispered in her ear, “You said you wanted some fighting s kills. Fight me.”

Kaden smiled at this and breathed in sharply, taken aback at first; a second later, she displayed determination. She tried to push back on Val’s arms and body with all her strength. Val had her feet firmly planted on the floor; Val wasn’t going anywhere. Giving up this way, Kaden tried another method: tickling. She reached for Val’s armpit and tickled her. Val squirmed a bit, but didn’t lose her grip on Kaden.

This continued for about three to five minutes when Val actually tried and used more of her strength to roll Kaden into a little ball. Val was now circled around Kaden in the fetal position squished between a vending machine and a wall. Kaden’s breathing was shallow and light. Val’s breathing was becoming identical. Both could feel the stirring of emotion rise in their pelvis. They stayed like this for awhile when Val heard someone enter the weight room. Val casually backed away from Kaden.

When Kaden stood up, she said, “There’s my dime.” Val answered, “Oh you found it?

“Yeah.”

“Good then.”

When the passerby disappeared into the locker room, Val started to walk away. Kaden couldn’t take her eyes off the disappearing Val. “Wait.”

Val’s hope replenished. “Yeah?” Kaden sought for words, “Uhh, I just wanted to thank you for helping me out with weightlifting today.”

“Hey, no problem. It’s my job.”

“Right. Um, where are you off to now?”

“I am supposed to teach some beginner backpacking lessons.”

Kaden responded almost immediately, “Oh okay.” Kaden wanted something to happen, but she didn’t know what to say or do. Standing about a two feet apart, the two women just stared at each other.

Val finally asked, “So how long are you staying here?”

“All summer.”

“All summer? Why?”

Kaden’s smile disappeared and her eyes dilated as she continued, “It’s a long story. Maybe I could tell you another time when we have time to sit down and talk. What do you say?” Val humbly said, “Yeah, whenever you want to,” Val thought for a second and said, “Look camp is huge here. And walkie-talkies are too crazy, because anyone can listen into a conversation. So umm, do you have a cell phone?”

“Yeah, who doesn’t?”

She told herself, “Professionalism is going out the window and I can’t believe myself but I’m going to do this…” And she asked, “What’s your number?”

Val reached for a pencil and notepad behind the counter as she wrote what Kaden said, “565-432-2121.”

Val continued, “Okay thanks. And where are you staying for future reference?”

“Oakies Heights. You know where that is?”

Val punched her shoulder and told her reassuringly, “I’ve been working here a whole year. I’d hope I would know where that is.” Val laughed to herself.

Kaden smiled in astonishment. “Okay.”

Kaden nodded. “Well I’ll talk to you later Kaden.”

“I’ll look forward to it Val. Thanks again. Have fun!” Kaden’s smile was as bright as could be.

“Bye,” Val said with an excited wave while she walked off with a jump in her step.

Kaden stood there, and kept smiling. She would never forget that moment she shared with Val.

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Two weeks later, when we both had our periods behind us, Julie and I began running out of new ideas to keep Steve guessing what we’d come up with next. She and I asked him if he’d mind too much if we went to the nudist camp while he was at work. We thought maybe just getting out there might help us come up with some new things.

“Not at all.” He quickly responded. “Just don’t drink and drive.”

“I don’t need alcohol to get naked in public now.” I told him, “I’m way past that.”

“Okay then, you two have fun . . . while I’m slaving away trying to support the three of us.”

He said that jokingly, and we took it that way. He made plenty of money as an Investment Banker to support us many times over.

We arrived at the nudist camp around eleven, checked in and paid our dues. Dotty suggested that we become members of the camp and join AANR if we were going to come back very often. When we told her we’d talk to our husband about it, she raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment, So Julie told her, “Yes, we’re both married to him. My last name is different only because Florida won’t let us make it legal.”

Actually, her papers were pending to have her name legally changed back to her maiden name, so hers would be the same as ours. That would simplify maters a lot.

“Nice.” Dotty responded. “I wish Tom would find another wife to help me with the cooking and chores . . . and I could go to sleep when he’s in the mood for sex and I’m not.”

Julie had been right when she’d told me the men would pay a lot more attention to us without Steve there. They went out of their way to strike up conversations with us. They still tried to keep their staring from being too apparent, but some of them simply couldn’t help themselves. When I caught one of them, he quickly apologized. I didn’t tell him I enjoyed it. Instead I said, “Don’t worry about it.

“Just don’t let your wife catch you.” Julie added with a giggle.

There weren’t nearly as many people at the camp or in the pool on weekdays, so we were relaxing in the water when another man came over to us. “Weren’t you two here a few weeks ago with a guy—I assume a husband of one of you?”

“Yes” Julie answered him, “But actually, we’re both married to him.”

He did little to hide his surprise. “Interesting, he’s a very, very lucky man.”

I laughed, “Yes his is, and thank you for saying it.”

“You’re welcome. Now, the reason I came over—wait, I’m Jake Carlson.” After we introduced ourselves and each shook his hand, he continued, “Please pardon me for being so bold, and please don’t be offended by what I’m about to ask, but one never knows unless he asks.”

Julie giggled again, “Don’t be shy. What’s on your mind?”

“Well, there are some things out here—some ‘activities’ they don’t tell you about at the office.”

“Oh, do tell.” I urged him to get on with it.

“At the far end of the road is a curve and mostly permanent residents. We have a very nice party room with a hot tub and things, and a group of us have parties there every Saturday night . . . sometimes more often.”

Julie giggled, “I suspect these aren’t Tupperware parties. Am I right?”

His face turned red, “Uh, well no . . . they aren’t. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that you’re invited—the three of you . . . anytime. It’s a very nice place. Would you like to see it—that is, if you’re into that kind of thing?”

I just shrugged, so Julie said, “Sure, why not?”

“My golf cart is right over there.”

“Let us dry off and grab our shoes. We’ll be right there.”

It was a tight fit in the golf cart with all three of us in the front seat, but he didn’t seem to mind at all hehe. And he wasn’t kidding. It was a very nice place. It was a separate building in back of his double-wide mobile home. It was all wood—like in the design of a lob cabin inside and out. Inside the large room, the most prominent feature was a very large hot tub. Between the hot tub and the wall behind it was a large deck, level with the top of the hot tub. In the center of the deck was a pole—the same kind strip clubs have for their dancers.

The other side of the room had 4 stuffed leather chairs and 2 leather sofas arranged in a semi circle. There were 3 large screen TVs on the walls. In one corner was a shower—no stall, just a matt and drain. The floor of the room was tile, and there was another drain in the center of the room. In another corner was a toilet—again, no stall, and a small sink.

“Oh my gawd!” Julie and I both gasped in unison. “This is fantastic.”

“Yeah” He said, “Most people like it.”

“Don’t worry about the toilet not being private. If you don’t feel comfortable using it, or if you have to do more than pee, you can use the bathroom in the house.”

“That’s nice to know.” I responded.

Julie spoke up while swishing her hand across the water of the hot tub, “So, Jake, if we were to attend one of your parties, would we be expected to fool around with anyone and everyone, or could we keep our playing just between the 3 of us?”

“Excellent casino siteleri question.” He responded. Many in our group started just watching the fun and playing between themselves. Some have moved on to playing with others in the group, but some have not. They are all welcome to attend, if they obey the rules.”

“Rules?” I inquired.

“We don’t like it when people just want to watch us. If you attend, we would appreciate it if you would participate—even if it’s with your spouse—spouses, in your case. Other than that, we only have 3 rules: First and foremost, ‘No means No’. Second, you have to BYOB—even mixers and ice. And lastly, no bodily fluids in the hot tub. The rest of the place can be sanitized, and it is after every party, but the hot tub is more difficult.”

Julie giggled, “No cumming in the hot tub. Got it.”

“And that’s why we put in the shower.” He added with a chuckle.

I gave him his answer, “Well, we’ll have to talk to our husband, but as far as I’m concerned, count us in.”

“Awesome, now c’mon. I’ll drive you back to the pool.”

On the way back to the pool, Jake said people usually start showing up around 9 pm. And then he suggested we show up early and meet people as they come in, instead of several at a time or one right after the other. “Besides, it’ll give you a chance to get to know us prior to things heating up.”

* * *

We told Steve about the invitation, and he said he thought it might be fun, so we made plans to attend that coming Saturday. Steve then shocked me by suggesting we make another trip to the State Park during the day on Saturday, and then attend the party later that evening.

“Really?” I asked in an astonished tone.

Julie spoke up with a giggle, “If you’d seen him while he was watching you last time, you wouldn’t be so surprised.”

* * *

When Saturday came and we were driving out to the State Park, Steve shocked me again by saying right out of the blue, “Deb, Julie and I talked about it and we don’t mind if you want to ‘play’ a little more if you feel like it.”

I let that soak into my brain for a few seconds before saying, “Play . . . a little more, huh. What did you two have in mind?”

He shrugged and then said awkwardly, “Well, we didn’t . . . we just thought you might want to . . . hell I don’t know.”

When I looked into the backseat, Julie was silently offering up her suggestion. She was making a jack off motion with her hand.

I thought about it the rest of the way to the park, but hadn’t made up my mind by the time we got there. And even during the long hike up to “my curve” in the path, I still didn’t know quite how I felt about the idea. I had no desire to “play” with anyone but Steve and Julie. The idea just didn’t set well with me.

When two girls, probably in their early twenties came up the hill, I got an idea. I walked out onto the opposite side of the curve and, just as I’d done with the two men last time, I met them right in the middle of the curve. They lowered their eyes and tried to ignore me on the way by, but I stepped in front of them.

“Girls, on your way up the hill, did you by any chance see a man wearing a yellow polo shirt and white shorts, carrying some extra clothes? My husband is playing his idea of a practical joke on me. All I agreed to do was pose for one nude picture off in the trees. He took the damn picture and then scampered off with my clothes. He yelled back that they would be waiting for me in the car.”

The girls both finally looked up at me. One giggled while the other just smiled. “Sorry, but we didn’t see him. He’s probably back where he took the picture looking for you.”

The other girl hadn’t taken her eyes off my tits the whole time, “Don’t those” she said, pointing to my nipple clamps. “Don’t they hurt?”

I chuckled, “They’re adjustable. You can set them to whatever tension you like. I started out with them on a very light setting, but I’ve been setting them tighter lately. And when you’re about to cum, a little tug on the chain will send you into outer space.”

“Wow!” One said, but the other one was less shy. She said, “I can imagine. I know I like her to pinch or bite mine hard when I cum.”

“Judy!” the other girl exclaimed as she hit her friend across the bicep.

The first girl looked at her shy friend and said, “Like she cares if we’re bi!” And then she looked back at me, “Well, I’m bi. She’s lez.”

“Oh my gawd!” the shy girl half screamed. “I can’t believe you’re telling a total stranger about me—us.”

“That’s okay. Don’t worry about it, hon. I’m very, very bi myself. In fact, we have a three way marriage. I have a husband and a wife and he has two wives etc…”

“Oh my gawd!” the less shy of the two exclaimed, “That’s fucking awesome. So you have the best of both worlds, and your husband is living every boy’s—man’s fantasy. Fucking awesome!”

“Yep. My wife is very bi too, so we all get along great together.”

“Gawd, I’m so, so jealous of you—I mean even other than your incredible slot oyna body—but that too.”

“Well, if I had a pen, I’d give you my number and we could have lunch sometime, but alas.” I said, holding my arms out from my sides.

“I have one.” The bi girl said, and quickly dug in her fanny pack and produced a pen. Then she held out her palm for me to write on. While I was, she said, “Perhaps you could bring your wife. We’d love to meet her.”

I gave them each a tight hug, whispering to the lez girl, “Just be who you are, dear. It’s a new world out there. People will accept you for who you are.”

“Oh right!” She said, but not in a hateful way, “Try telling that to my preacher dad and my fucking prude of a mother. They’re paying my tuition, and they’d cut that off in a New York minute.”

“I’m surprised to hear that.” I said flatly.

“What? That preachers and prudes wouldn’t accept having a lesbian for a daughter?”

“No, not that—I totally understand that. I’m just surprised to hear that New York has its own version of a minute.” And we all laughed and went our separate ways.

“That was fun” I told Steve and Julie when I was with them again behind the rocks. “Not like with the men, but oddly erotic.”

“Where did you come up with that bullshit story?” Julie asked laughing.

“It just came to me while waiting for them to make their way up the hill. I didn’t know what I was going to tell them until they were almost to me.”

“It was brilliant.” Steve praised, “The whole thing was fun to watch.”

“But it didn’t make him jack off.” Julie said with a giggle.

“Well, if the right ones come along, maybe that will change.”

* * *

It was over thirty minutes before we saw three boys coming up the hill. They were probably in their early to mid twenties. I hadn’t counted on three, but it was getting late and we had a long walk back to our car. I made my move.

I liked the story I’d told the girls, and I decided it would be sexier if the guys didn’t know I loved showing off. They were already elbowing each other and saying things I couldn’t hear by the time we got close. “Hey guys . . .” And I repeated the story.

One of them said without looking up at my face, “Nope, sorry. We didn’t see him.”

“Oh well, I guess if he wants the whole fucking world to see me naked, he’s going to get what he asked for. I’m tired of hiding in the bushes or behind a tree every time someone comes along. I hope you don’t mind.”

“I do.” Said the one who’d been the boldest about staring at my body. “I was hoping to see some beautiful birds or a raccoon or something, but I guess you’ll do.”

One of the others caught on, “Yeah, same old boring shit, but I guess I’ll suffer through it.” That brought a fit of laughter from all four of us.

“You’re too kind.” I said, still laughing.

“Those have to hurt like hell.” One of them said, pointing to my nipple clamps.

“Nah, they’re not that bad. You get used to it. You should try it. They really intensify my orgasms, and I’ve heard they do the same for men. Wanna try them for a minute or two?”

“Ouch! I’ll pass”, which was echoed by the other two.

“That’s ‘contempt prior to investigation'”, I scolded them.

“That’s what?”

“What does that mean?” Another asked.

“Saying you don’t like something before you’ve tried it. Hell, if I did that, I’d never have tried anal sex, or eating pussy, or any of the other things I’ve learned to love.”

“You . . . you like doing those things—I mean, you don’t do them just because your husband wants you to—you really enjoy it?”

“Gawd yes! I love my husband fucking my ass even more than he loves doing it. And my wife . . . her pussy is as sweet as honey. There are very few things in life more wonderful than the taste of a sweet pussy—except female cum, of course. That’s even sweeter. I can cum just from tasting hers.”

“Your . . . your wife? Is that what you said?”

“Yes, I’m in a three-way marriage. My husband has two wives, and I have—well you know—one of each.”

“Holy shit! The one with the southern drawl exclaimed, “That’s hotter than a branding iron.”

“No shit!” The other two agreed almost in unison.

“Oh yeah, I keep forgetting that being with two women and watching them get it on is every man’s fantasy. Actually, I’d never even thought about it until it just happened one night when I was a bit tipsy. So I tried it, and I was hooked instantly. If you don’t believe me, you can ask my wife. He took her clothes too, but she still hides when someone comes along. She’s hiding in the bushes right over there, aren’t you, Julie?”

“Yeah, I’m here.” She called out. “Please just get rid of them so we can go find Steve.”

I was laughing inwardly at how quickly Julie thought on her feet—playing right along. When I looked back at them, I noticed for the first time that they were all tenting their shorts, but only one of them was trying to hide it. “Oh, I see all this talk about eating pussy and the fact that I love getting nailed in canlı casino siteleri the ass is having an affect on the three of you, huh?”

One said, “Ya think?”

“DUH!” The one with the drawl said, and then he added “Hell, I was half way there before we got to you. Nice bod.”

The third, the shy one that was still trying to hide is hardon didn’t respond at all.

“Guys, I’ve never been to college.” I lied, “But I’ve heard some pretty wild stories about what goes on there. You three are in college, aren’t you?” When they all acknowledged that I was right, I continued, “I’m sure you attend all sorts of parties, so I’m sure you get to see plenty of girls get it on, and I’m sure you’ve nailed some of them in the ass. Am I right?”

“Uh, well, no—at least not the parties we’ve been to—maybe in the bedroom some of that happened, but not out where we could see it.”

“Oh really? I just assumed . . . oh well, so what do you do? I’ve heard about circle jerks. Is that what you do?”

Two of them acted shocked, but the one with the southern drawl spoke up, “Nah—once or twice maybe, but that’s high school stuff. It’s mostly younger guys who do that.”

“Ahhhhh, I see. So you three are way past doing stuff like that, huh?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“Oh well, that’s too bad. I was hoping to see a circle jerk in person. I’d even be willing to provide the entertainment.”

The shy one finally grew a pair and spoke up. “What kind of entertainment?”

“Hum, let me see. If me joining the circle jerk and participating in it by playing with myself isn’t enough entertainment, perhaps I can convince my wife to come out here and we can make out for you and stuff. Would that get your interest?”

“Fuck yeah.” The one with the drawl exclaimed.

Another one, the shy one asked, “In the bushes?”

“Hell no.” I said firmly. “Right here in front of God and everyone. So, do we have a deal?” When they hesitated, I added, we might even help you a little, but just a little, mind you.”

“What if someone comes along?”

“Hell, we can see them long before they get close enough to see what we’re doing. I say we all go for it. Now get your shorts down and let me see those hard cocks.”

When all three of their cocks were in view, I went from one to the other, giving each one a good feel and a few strokes. And then I yelled, “Julie, get your ass out here, and I mean right fucking now.”

All eyes turned to the bushes, and Julie finally came climbing over the rocks, totally naked, of course.

“Awesome!” and “Holy Shit!” and “Fucking A” were the responses.

“Julie, hon, these young men think it might be a bit fun to see us make out and stuff. They all need a good cum right now, so what say we help them out a little.”

“My, my” She said, appraising the three hard cocks on display. She walked over to them and reached out her hand, closely examining each cock in turn. She gave each one several firm strokes before releasing it. “Very nice. I guess three beautiful cocks like these deserve some release, so yes, we should give them something to jack off about.” And with that, she stepped up to me and we engaged in a deep kiss, her hand finding my pussy immediately and rubbing it.

When we turned back toward them, Julie slid her arm around my waist and I brought my hand up to grope her near breast. We kissed again briefly, and then Julie said in a sexy purr, “Gawd, I can’t wait to see them all cum. I’m already so horny I’m going to need a good pussy eating later.”

I responded, “You won’t have to ask me twice, but I do have one question?”

“What’s your question, sweetie?”

“Is our husband going to be fucking that big hard cock of his in your ass or mine while we eat each others wet pussies?”

“Mine, I hope. I love it when he fucks my ass hard and fast.”

“Ummmmmm, me too.”

It was about that time, guy number one came, with guy number two only a minute behind him, but even after another two full minutes past that, the last one, the shy one, still hadn’t cum. Julie and I were working it hard. We were talking dirty to him and playing with each other in front of him, but nothing seemed to work. Finally, Julie walked up to him and cupped his balls, drawing his free hand to one of her tits. That did it. She barely stepped aside in time to keep from getting splattered with his flying cum.

* * *

Back in the car, Julie put her hand on Steve’s shoulder, “Well, did you jack off to that?”

“Honestly, no, but it was fun, and funny, and I enjoyed the hell out of it.”

“Me too” I said with a chuckle. “I think the new story worked better than just telling them I love people seeing me naked.”

“I did too, but one thing struck me.”

“Oh?” Steve raised an eyebrow. “What was that?”

“I’d almost forgotten what the average cock looked like. The largest of them was barely more than average.”

I chuckled, “Well, if all cocks were huge, our husband wouldn’t be awesomely special.”

“You’ve got that right, sweetie.”

“Oh, I get it now.” Steve chirped in, “I’m nothing but a big ole piece of meat to you two.”

“Oh no, baby . . . you’re much more than that to us. You also have a very talented tongue.” And we all laughed out loud.

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Somehow, I drag my limp, feverish body off of the couch and upstairs to my room. I fall on my bed, lifeless. How long I lie there, I have no idea.

I am snapped back to animation by a knock on my door.

“Hello?”

“Come in,” I say weakly.

I raise my head up off of my cool, smooth quilt as my mother walks into the room.

Cautiously, my mother walks over to my bed and gingerly sits down.

“Honey, I just saw Eva leaving, very upset,” she says, nervously smoothing her hands over the coverlet. “Is anything wrong?”

Without another word, I start to cry. Tears flooding my cheeks, my gasp hitches in my throat and I cannot breathe. I roll over and press my face into my pillow, breathing in the familiar scent of laundry and home.

She rubs my back awkwardly, trying to soothe me. Eventually, I cry myself to sleep, exhausted by my panting sobs. The dull blackness of a deep dreamless sleep is a welcome relief.

I sleep and I sleep, but never do I dream. I am plunged into a gray, empty, endless vortex of nothingness.

For almost eight hours, I sleep. When I awaken, the sky is just lightening. My face is dry and tight, and, for a moment, I can’t recall why. Then, I see the picture of Eva and me on my bedside table and I remember last night’s tears.

I stumble downstairs to the smell of coffee and see my mother, father, uncle, and brother all sitting around the kitchen island.

I can feel the stony silence settle like fog on my shoulders.

Hearing my footsteps approach, all four heads whip up to look at me.

“You little dyke!” My mother’s face, red with rage, scrunches up as she screams at me. I stumble back a few steps, shaken by the fury radiating from her.

“Amelia, calm down! This is no time to get hysterical,” my father orders, surprisingly composed. He takes my mother by the arm casino oyna and leads her upstairs, leaving me alone with my brother and uncle.

I look over at my brother, who is avoiding my face.

“Eva called.”

My heart drops through my stomach and my mouth goes dry.

“Wh-what did she say?”

“What do you think,” he spits out in disgust. “I gotta go.” With that, he pushes his chair away from the island, the long wooden legs scraping across the floor.

The house is eerily silent, the only noises being the slam of the front door as my brother stalks out and the gurgling of the coffee machine.

I slide into an empty seat, staring straight through the granite countertop.

The thump of heavy feet coming down the stairs heralds my father’s arrival. I glance up to see him stop at the bottom step and he looks at me, really looks at me.

In the past month, I have lost a lot of weight that I didn’t need to lose. My eyes must be bloodshot and puffy from all the weeping, and I haven’t changed my clothes all weekend.

Ignoring his brother-in-law by my side, my father says, “Get your shoes on. We’re going for a walk.”

I scramble to my feet, running to the front door, sliding my feet into a pair of clogs as I go. He marches out behind me and pulls the door shut.

The early morning air is surprisingly crisp for late June. Wearing only a tank top and pajama shorts, my arms and legs break out in goose bumps as I hop up and down, trying to warm up.

My father strides down the driveway, setting a brisk pace as we walk down the sidewalk. I silently thank God that the streets are deserted, so that no one can see me in my disheveled, half-clothed state.

After about fifteen minutes of walking in quiet, my father speaks.

“Why did you never tell me?”

“What?” I ask, surprised.

He stops slot oyna walking and I realize that we are at the elementary school playground.

“Follow me,” he says. Unexpectedly, he takes my hand and leads me to the swing set.

As I sit down on the swings, I am bombarded with memories of Eva and I sitting on these very seats, laughing, playing, growing up together. A tear slips past my closed eyelid and rolls down my cheek. I can hear the creak of the chains as my father squeezes into a seat far too small for his large frame.

Without a word, I can feel the warm weight of his hand on my shoulder, gently rubbing.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay,” he begins to murmur. Heaving, dry sobs wrack my body. After all the crying that I have done this weekend, I don’t think I have a single more drop of water in me.

I am tired. I am dry. I feel like I’m shriveled up into a tiny worm. And I am so fucking sick of it.

Finally, I calm down, the crying turning into mild hiccups, and then finally disappearing altogether.

“Thanks,” I say when my father hands me his handkerchief. As I pull it up to my nose, I giggle a little at how my father is dressed in a suit and tie with a clean cotton handkerchief in his pocket at seven ‘o clock in the morning.

Looking over at him, I giggle even more when I see his large frame stuffed into the tiny, elementary school swing. He looks thoroughly uncomfortable. Soon, my sniggers turn into contagious laughter, and my father and I are holding our bellies, laughing so hard we can’t breathe.

All of a sudden, however, I remember the real reason we came out here, and the laughter instantly escapes me.

Sensing my nervousness, my father clears his throat.

“So,” he says, “That was quite a shock your mother had this morning.”

I wrap my hands around the cold chain of the swing, twisting canlı casino siteleri it around my arms while trying to think of an answer.

“Yes.”

He sighs and leans back in his swing.

“Well, I can’t say I’m surprised.”

I look up at him in astonishment.

“You knew?”

Chuckling softly, he says, “Of course I knew. You’re my only daughter.”

Seeing the look of disbelief on my face, he nods.

“I did know. I saw the way you looked at her.”

I blush and look back down at my bare legs, goose bumps forming in the air.

“So you don’t mind?”

“Of course not. I love you.”

“But what about Mother?”

He sighs and looks up at the strawberry-colored early morning sky. “Your mother and I don’t exactly see eye to eye on a lot of things.”

“And Bobby?”

“I’ll work on your brother,” he says with conviction.

I pause, and then say, “What exactly happened this morning?”

“The telephone woke up your mother and me this morning. It was Eva. Unfortunately, your mother was the one to pick up the phone. I still don’t know exactly what Eva said, although I can guess.”

“I kissed her,” I say abruptly. He looks up at me, surprise in his eyes.

“Well, good for you. I never thought you’d do it.”

Ignoring him, I continue, “We were together once before. After the party a few weeks ago. She doesn’t remember.”

He whistles lowly. “Wow. I couldn’t have guessed that.”

We sit in silence for a few more minutes. I let my body completely relax, my head sagging against the cool metal chains. The clean morning air kisses my skin as I drift back and forth with the wind, my feet dragging along the wood chips.

All around us, the world is waking up. I can hear people talking in their houses, making breakfast, getting into cars and driving away. In a hundred houses all along the streets, a hundred mothers flipping Sunday morning pancakes, a hundred fathers reading the paper, a hundred sons and daughters fighting over the last glass of orange juice.

I once was one of them.

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