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EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS EIGHTEEN YEARS OR OLDER.

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Rachel finds herself lusting after a particular woman at her new workplace, even though she didn’t know if the woman was into chicks or not. Connie and Rachel work in different departments, but the office is small enough that everybody knows one another.

It was lust at first sight for Rachel. Her manager took her around to meet everybody on her first day of work, and Rachel was instantly amazed by Connie’s beauty. Connie had a mop of silky-blond hair, sun-tanned skin, and smoldering blue eyes. Her breasts are not unusually large, but they are large enough to turn heads. Connie appeared bursting with a barely contained passion. Rachel hopes she might witness it’s unleashing one day.

Although Rachel is by no means in the closet, she doesn’t go around broadcasting her sexuality, especially on the job. Close friends and family think she is bi-sexual, but few people at work do. Rachel makes a point of befriending Connie, hoping against hope that Connie might be gay or bi-sexual, too. The first chance Rachel gets to learn more about Connie came a week later when Rachel purposely bumps into Connie in the company cafeteria. They chatted over lunch and found they are both single and have some common areas of interest. The primary common interest turns out to be shopping.

Rachel and Connie get along great and have lunch together nearly every day, and then they start meeting on the weekends for brunch and shopping trips. Rachel has no idea if Connie knows she is a bi-sexual woman; she never really asks about that part of Rachel’s life, and Rachel didn’t offer any hints. Nonetheless, their friendship seemed to grow more playful and flirtatious.

Rachel and Connie meet most Saturdays at the local mall, where they would browse the shops for the first few hours and then have lunch in the food court. After lunch, they go to a movie or browse the shops more. Rachel likes browsing Victoria’s Secret. Connie is basically a shy person but allows Rachel to talk her into trying on lingerie at Victoria’s Secret. Rachel picks a few scandalous bras and hustles Connie into a dressing room. Connie is shocked to learn the bras are for her to try on. She blushes but gives in to Rachel’s insistence that she try on a very revealing black lace bra. The bra holds her breasts firmly in place and is very comfortable.

Connie loves the look and feel of the bra encasing her breasts. Her primary concern is how prominently her hard nipples are on display through the sheer fabric. It embarrasses her yet excites her at the same time when she realizes that her exposed nipples capture Rachel’s attention. Rachel insists that Connie buy the matching panties. Connie draws the line at modeling the complete set for Rachel.

Some weeks later, during one of their private conversations in the brightly lit lunchroom, Connie tells Rachel that she is in a monogamous relationship with a man she’d been dating for years. However, she indicates it is not going well at that time, which gives Rachel hope. Rachel consoles her and assures her she is there to listen. Connie thanks her for the offer. Then one morning, Connie comes to work looking pretty glum. Rachel asks what is wrong, and Connie tells her that she and her boyfriend had finally broken up. It was a mutual decision, but Connie is still upset about it. Rachel hugs Connie, patting her back, and she pressed her body against Connie’s despondent body. Rachel feels a little guilty that Connie’s crisis is kind of turning her on and causes her panties to flood. Rachel tells Connie güvenilir bahis she wants to take her out for drinks after work if she feels up to it. Rachel takes her to a lesbian bar, but Connie doesn’t seem to mind one bit. They sat at a cozy table, sipping martinis and casually talking.

Out of the blue, Connie asks, “Do you have a boyfriend, Rachel? I’ve never heard you speak about anyone, and you don’t wear a wedding ring.”

Rachel takes a deep breath and answers, “I’m not in a relationship at present. There have been men in my past but none recently. I thought I was Bi… but eventually realized I’m actually a lesbian.”

“I had my suspicions as I got to know you better and the bar,” Connie gestures to their surroundings. “The moment we walked kinda iced it. Don’t worry, Rachel, it doesn’t make any difference to me. You’re my best friend.”

“Was this bar your first tip-off?”

“No. My first tip-off was when you had me try on the lingerie at Victoria’s Secret. When I saw how you devoured my breasts with your eyes, it made me shiver and quake inside.”

“I had no idea you were affected by my reaction to seeing your breasts. Why didn’t you say something?”

Connie leans over and gives Rachel a peck on the cheek, which Rachel feels down to her sopping wet pussy. “I didn’t want to risk embarrassing you.”

“I’m delighted to hear you say that,” Rachel replies, and then takes a deep breath, deciding to put in all her chips. “I’m very attracted to you, Connie. I have been since that first day we met.”

Connie toys with her drink and doesn’t say anything for a long moment. But she doesn’t jump up and storm out of the place either. Rachel can see the wheels turning in Connie’s head and wants to say something encouraging, but nothing comes to mind right away.

“That’s very flattering,” Connie finally says, “but I’ve never swung that way. I had plenty of chances in college but never took the plunge.”

“Have you ever been curious about what it would be like with another woman, Connie?”

“I don’t know…” Connie’s words trail off, but Rachel can hear a narrowly veiled interest coloring her voice.

Rachel puts her hand on Connie’s hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. Connie looks Rachel in the eyes and holds that gaze for a long agonizing moment.

“Well, maybe a little. If I’m candid about it, the curiosity did cause a battle to take place deep inside my psyche. But for some reason, I never explored my feels in that regard.”

Rachel’s heart nearly burst through her chest. Her throat tightened, and her breathing became labored. She closed her eyes and sent a wish to heaven.

“However, I did have this lesbian Lit professor in college that kept hitting on me when we were alone in her office.”

“And how did that turn out?”

“Well, she caught me in one of my weaker just before finals, and I let her play with my tits and suck my nipples.”

“And that’s all you let her do?”

“I told you she caught me in one of my weaker moments, and if someone had not knocked on her office door, I might have let her do more. You have to remember I was young and inexperienced in college.”

“Connie, would you like to go to my place and see how things develop? We can go as slow as you need.”

Connie struggles over Rachel’s proposal for about a minute. It was a very long minute for Rachel, and her heartbeat so loudly in her ears she knew Connie could hear it.

Then Connie, downs the rest of her drink, looks Rachel squarely in the eyes and announces: “Sure. Why not?”

They didn’t türkçe bahis speak much on the drive to Rachel’s apartment. Connie looks nervous and stares out the window the whole time. Once Rachel gets Connie into her apartment, she leans forward and gives her a chaste kiss on the lips. Connie blushes but says nothing. She’s like a young school girl on her first date. Then Rachel takes Connie by the hand and leads her into the bedroom.

Connie and Rachel lie on the bed next to one another, gazing into each other’s eyes. Rachel strokes Connie’s hair a bit and ponders the best way to begin the seduction. She had promised to go slow, so she continues stroking Connie’s hair, which seems to relax her. Rachel decides it’s best if her toys remain in the closet for this initial encounter. Rachel just wants to go slow enough that she doesn’t spook Connie. Rachel decides to follow the same pattern as Connie’s Lit Professor. She plans to start by kissing Connie and then suck her boobs before making bolder moves. And if that goes well, she will eat her pussy if Connie lets her.

The first few kisses are tentative and experimental. After a few minutes of kissing, Rachel removes Connie’s blouse, then unhooks her bra and slides it off her shoulders, revealing her full breasts with dark erect nipples that make Rachel’s mouth water. Rachel’s hands trembled as she pulled off Connie’s top and laid her back. Rachel is wearing a dress only and slips out of it quickly, pressing her naked skin to Connie. Connie’s skin is so fucking soft Rachel could have died right there in her arms.

Rachel gently trails kisses across Connie’s breasts before capturing an erect nipple between her lips and flicking it roughly with her tongue. Connie moans and puts her hand on Rachel’s head, pulling her closer. Rachel moves from Connie’s excited nipple and up for another kiss, letting her tongue tickle Connie’s lips. Connie opens her mouth, and their kiss grows more heated. Connie seems to be responding pretty strongly to Rachel’s overtures for someone who wasn’t sure about her attraction to women. Rachel is thrilled. It is like her most incredible dream is coming true.

Connie has gorgeous tits, and Rachel loses track of time as she sucks and nibbles on them. Connie is enjoying the moment, running her fingers through Rachel’s long blonde hair. Rachel’s pussy is thoroughly wet by then, and she wonders if Connie’s was, too. Rachel kisses her way down Connie’s body until she can see and smell her damp panties. Rachel easily skins her out of them and places them to her nose, and inhales deeply. Rachel offers Connie a sniff, and she accepts. At first, Rachel just plays with Connie, thrumming her fingers against Connie’s wet pussy. Connie arches her back and moans. Rachel continues to tease Connie, stroking her softly until she squirms and goes out of her mind. Then Rachel lowers her mouth to Connie’s drooling pussy and begins licking her juices.

“Oh, my God!” Connie yells, pressing her pussy against Rachel’s face.

Rachel continues to slurp on Connie’s cunt juices, her tongue continually caressing Connie’s clit, which had swollen to twice its original size. Rachel laps at that precious jewel, making Connie go crazy with delight. Connie can only take so much before her orgasm hits, sending her juices gushing into Rachel’s mouth. She captures as much of the precious liquid as possible and then cuddles with Connie until she comes down from her first tongue triggered orgasm with a woman.

Rachel did not expect that Connie would return the favor. Rachel just really wanted to taste güvenilir bahis siteleri Connie. But Connie surprises her. They lay together as Connie recovers from her post-orgasmic pleasure, and then she begins sucking on Rachel’s tits. Connie uses her tongue to make little circles around Rachel’s nipples until they get as hard as pebbles. Connie cups Rachel’s breasts and squeezes them gently. Rachel starts moaning. Connie turns out to be a naturally gifted lover.

Then Connie copies what Rachel did to her. She moves down to Rachel’s pussy and slips off her panties. Connie stares at Rachel’s cunt for a long while. Rachel supposes it is the first one she has seen up close and personal, other than her own. Connie runs her fingertips across Rachel’s vagina reverently and finds it is slick with her juices. And she begins licking Rachel gently as Rachel urges her on with words of encouragement.

“That’s it, Connie,” Rachel moans. “Lick my clit, but don’t suck on it because that’ll make me cum too soon.”

Connie once again proves to be a fast learner. She teases Rachel, pulling away and kissing her mouth, letting Rachel taste herself on her lips, before going back to her cunt. With Rachel’s coaching, Connie gets the hang of using her fingers along with her tongue, sending sparks of pleasure shooting throughout Rachel’s overheated body.

“Are you ready for me to make you cum?” Connie asks teasingly.

“Yes!” Rachel shouts. “God, yes!”

Connie lowers her mouth back to Rachel’s pussy, and sucks on her clit while swirling her tongue. It only takes seconds for the dam to break, and Rachel floods Connie’s mouth with nectar. Connie laughs and laps up Rachel’s juices. Rachel is on another planet at that point, and it takes her a good long while to recover. But after a short break, Rachel is back at it again. This time Rachel uses her hand to massage Connie’s vulva in a circular motion. Rachel does not stick her fingers inside Connie this time. She only strokes with her fingertips, and Connie whimpers with delight. That is how Rachel usually masturbates, and she thinks it might trigger Connie to have the same powerful feelings she regularly experiences during masturbation.

Rachel continues to massage Connie’s pussy faster. Connie is arching her back, lifting her butt off the bed, and squirming wildly. Despite being wild with arousal, Connie manages to reach over and start rubbing Rachel’s pussy the same way. Rachel spreads her legs as much as she can, thrusting her pelvis toward Connie’s hand. Rachel keeps working to give Connie pleasure. Rachel finds it thrilling to know she is the first woman who has touched Connie so intimately. It delights her to see how eagerly Connie responds.

Rachel relaxes and lets Connie’s fingers take her higher and higher. Rachel waits for Connie to show signs of orgasm before she lets herself go, and soon enough, they both cum: the helpless whimpers, the tensed muscles, and then that ecstatic wail as both shiver and shake. Connie trembles from head to toe as her bliss consumes her. As Connie is riding high on her pleasure peak, Rachel allows herself to climax. Rachel’s orgasm feels like a wave washing over her, and she lets out a long moan as she crashes atop Connie. Connie grabs hold of Rachel as if she is saving her from drowning. It had been a lovely moment of mutual bliss.

Connie and Rachel spend the night together, cuddling and connecting with their inner selves. Rachel didn’t magically turn Connie into a lesbian; Connie still sees mostly guys, but they get together now and again for some sexual fun. Connie hasn’t had any other women but Rachel, but when a new lady is hired at the company, she and Rachel comment about her hotness. And Connie discovers she’s into girls, too! Rachel has never had a threesome, but she thinks maybe it’s about time!

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The weekend had promised so much. It was meant to have been a birthday treat for Karen – my girlfriend of five years – and me, a weekend away in a luxury hotel. We’d been looking forward to it for weeks, ever since we’d booked it. But here it was, barely an hour after we had arrived, dissolving before our very eyes.

It had all started to go wrong a few minutes after we had sat down to dinner. Well actually, thinking back, I suppose it had all started to go wrong that morning – or even two weeks ago when Karen had told Julie, her best mate, of our plans.

Now, Julie and I get along great. In fact, there have been more than a few occasions when I’d thought that something might happen between the three of us, although it never had. Julie’s problem had always been her boyfriends.

For the first few years I’d known her, she had been going out with a mate of mine. The four of us got along great, enjoying each others company whether it was for a night out, or even a holiday. Then, out of the blue, Julie dumped Mark, and that was that. Karen and I never did find out what had happened. Since the, Julie had dated a succession of men, most of whom Karen thought were “unsuitable” for her best friend, and none of whom we really got on with.

The latest boyfriend – Pete – had lasted a few months, which is longer than most. And that was where the problems had started.

On hearing about our plans for the weekend, Julie took it as a wonderful opportunity for Pete and her to join us, so that we could all get to know him better, just in case he was “the one” for her. As Julie had announced this, as full of enthusiasm as ever, Karen and I had just stared at each other, both fervently hoping that the hotel was fully booked. But it hadn’t been – and there was nothing we could do but grin and bear it.

To try and keep at least part of our plans intact, Karen had told Julie that we would drive down to the hotel on our own. We had planned a leisurely drive down, taking our time, stopping for lunch, a relaxing swim and sauna when we got there followed by some pampering – and plenty of time alone before dinner on the Friday night. Even as Karen told me of her plans, my cock had risen up, hard in my jeans, before I’d pulled her into my arms.

But even that didn’t work out. On the Friday morning, just as we were about to leave, Julie phoned. Pete’s car had broken down the night before, so could they have a lift? We couldn’t really say no, but then it had gone from bad to worse as Pete got caught up at work, and couldn’t get away until mid-afternoon. Our leisurely drive then became a tedious, tiring drive through the Friday afternoon and evening rush hour. The journey took twice as long as it should have done, and we barely arrived in time for dinner.

After booking in, I had led Karen up to our room. We sank wearily into each others arms, longing for time together, my cock rising up to press against her as our lips met feverishly. She pushed me gently away, both of us knowing that we had only a little time together before dinner.

Karen went off for a shower. I took my turn after her, coming back out of the bathroom to find her sat at the dressing table putting a little makeup on. She really didn’t need it – her face was beautiful enough, framed by her long, blonde hair. She smiled across at me, at my nakedness, licking her already moist lips as her eyes ran over my strong, muscular body and down to my rising cock.

“Get dressed,” she told me huskily as she stood up and reached for her dress.

I watched her as she slipped into her black mini dress, as it slid over the skimpy, black underwear she was wearing. I sighed, and dragged some clothes on, consoling myself with what was to come later.

I led the way out of the room and to the lift. We were alone as we descended towards the ground floor. We held each other and kissed, my hands running lightly up and down Karen’s back, her hand pressing lightly against my bulging cock, both of us making whispered promises of what would happen once we were alone again after dinner.

But it wasn’t to be. As soon as we saw Julie and Pete in the dining room it was more than obvious that all was not well. Our weekend was about to get a whole lot worse.

Pete and Julie had clearly been arguing. This continued over dinner, the two of them constantly sniping and snapping, with Karen trying to keep the peace. As we drank our coffee, Pete snapped once too often – and Julie slammed her cup down and stormed off. Karen hurried after her, leaving me to brood on my simmering dislike of Pete.

He looked at me a bit sheepishly, and I actually began to feel sorry for him. After all, Julie can be a right bitch at times. He seemed to have shrunk a bit in the last few moments. At a little over six feet, well built and muscular, Pete tended to dominate, but now he somehow seemed smaller. I was about to snap at him, but didn’t. What was the point of making things worse? Except that they were about to get worse anyway.

Or were they?

Karen illegal bahis came back a few minutes later. She whispered to me, glancing over at Pete from time to time, explaining how Julie wanted to go home, how Karen had persuaded her to stay as the next train wasn’t until the morning, how Julie was refusing to share a room with Pete. And how Karen had agreed to share with Julie that night. Did I mind sharing with Pete? I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, so I only took in half of what she went on to say.

“It’s a twin room … Julie messed up the booking … that’s what they started to argue about … it’s only one night … she is my best friend … we’ve still got tomorrow … I’ll make it up to you … as soon as they’ve gone …”

Half an hour later I was stood outside Pete and Julie’s room, her key card in my hand. I had said good night to Karen, my cock hard as I held her, despite the circumstances, despite our weekend being ruined. I swiped the card angrily, opened the door, and stepped inside.

The room was almost in darkness. Pete was already in bed, but had left a bedside light on. Glancing around, I saw that it was a twin room, although the beds were much bigger than you would normally expect. After going to the bathroom, I switched the light off, and undressed in the dark before slipping into bed in my boxers.

I lay in bed, my eyes gradually adjusting to the darkness. I wasn’t sure if Pete was asleep or not, although his breathing seemed very regular. I rolled onto my side, my back towards him. I thought about Karen, about what we should have been doing together.

Without really thinking about it, my hand strayed down under the covers. I cupped and squeezed my cock and balls, feeling them harden as I imagined Karen next to me. I could almost smell her, taste her. I eased my boxers down onto my thighs and pulled my cock and balls upwards, above the waistband.

I stroked along my length, feeling my shaft thickening and hardening until I was fully erect, my balls tight beneath my thick cock. I slid my hand slowly up and down, peeling my skin back with every stroke, half listening out for Pete. I closed my eyes, a picture of Karen in my mind, my hand moving faster, my cock and balls getting harder, tighter.

“Can I help you with that …?”

My eyes flew open the words sunk in, as I became conscious of Pete behind me. He was kneeling at the side of the bed, his face close to my shoulder, his hand resting lightly of my hip. I froze as his hand slid over my hip and under mine to squeeze my cock. I instinctively pulled away, rolling onto my back and trying to sit up, pushing him away as my cock wilted. I stared at him, my eyes wide open with shock.

“Just thought I could help …” he told me, giving my cock another squeeze.

I jumped – I hadn’t even realised that he was still holding me. I watched him as he stood up, a smile, a knowing smile, on his face. I watched as he crossed the room and headed for the bathroom, as he walked slowly between our two beds, across the bottom of mine before pausing and reaching for the light switch. His body was bathed in light from the bathroom before darkness descended again as he stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind himself.

I watched all this closely, unable to drag my eyes away from him. It had only been when he had let go of my cock and stood up that I had realised for the first time that he was naked. I caught only a fleeting glimpse of his cock before his back was to me. Pete seemed somehow taller and broader, his waist slimmer, as he walked slowly away.

In those few seconds, my eyes locked onto his broad, muscular back and shoulders, on how they tapered into his waist. I stared at his firm ass, the skin pale in contrast to the rest of him. I looked at his strong legs, the muscles rippling as he took those few steps, his ass rocking gently.

As he reached the end of the bed and turned sideways to me, I could see him in profile. I could feel his eyes on me, looking down to where my hand was still holding my cock. My eyes were drawn to his cock, standing out semi hard from his body, curving away, bobbing lightly as he walked, promising so much.

As Pete switched on the bathroom light, the bedroom had been lit up for a few seconds. He was bathed in light as he turned towards me. In that fleeting second I drank in the sight of his jerking cock, of his strong body. My mouth was dry, and my tongue felt swollen. As the bathroom door closed, I flopped back onto the pillow, gasping for breath.

I listened to Pete in the bathroom, thinking of his cock, of his touch, only then realising just how hard my own cock was in my hand. My mind was a blur of confusion as I realised that for the first time I was turned on by the sight, the thought, of another man.

It didn’t even feel like it was me doing it as I reached down and slid my boxers off. I moved as if I was in a trance, an image of Pete, of his naked body, of his cock, burnt into my mind. Naked, illegal bahis siteleri my heart pounding, I lay back in the bed, the covers thrown to one side, my rock hard cock on my belly.

And I waited.

Moments later, Pete emerged from the bathroom. He paused in the doorway, looking at me, seeing my nakedness, my hardness. Leaving the bathroom light on, he crossed quickly to my side and dropped to his knees beside me where he had been only minutes before. Nothing was said as he reached for me, as he took my hard cock into his hand.

He lifted my cock away from my body, one hand sliding gently along my shaft as the other reached for my balls. I groaned as he slipped his hand down to the base of my cock, pulling my skin back tight, exposing the red, throbbing head of my cock, already slick with pre cum.

I watched, my eyes wide open, hardly daring to breath, as he moved his hand up and down, as beads of shiny pre cum rolled softly down my cock head and onto his hand. He leant forward, his body hot against mine, and flicked his tongue over me, wiping the pre cum away with his warm, wet tongue. I cried out at the feel of him on me, just as he sighed at the taste of me on his tongue, at the feel of me in his hands.

We both moaned out loud as he dropped his mouth over the tip of my cock and sucked slowly on the head, his tongue swirling around my sensitive skin, his lips wrapped around the ridge of flesh that separated my cock head and my thick, throbbing shaft. I twisted slightly towards him as I moved for the first time. I reached out a hand to him, reaching out for the back of his neck as my hips pushed upwards off the bed, driving my cock into his mouth.

His lips slid down my shaft as I drove into him, his teeth grating along my length as I began to fuck his mouth. My hips bounced off the bed as his tongue lashed across my cock head, both of us moaning.

His hand on my balls squeezed harder, his fingers probing lower. I pulled my knees up, his fingers sliding over my balls to rub gently but insistently at my ass, his finger tips scratching lightly over the sensitive ridges of flesh he found there.

Pete’s other hand was on my belly now, pressing down lightly on my hot skin, feeling the tense muscle below. I was pumping quickly into his mouth, my balls hard and on fire. His mouth plunged up and down, swallowing more and more of my shaft each time, sucking me deeper into him each time as his fingers continued to probe at my ass.

The muscles of my thighs and belly were tense, rock solid as my ass tightened and lifted off the bed as I came, as I cried out and pumped my thick cum into his mouth. Pete grabbed my cock, pumping my shaft wildly as he sucked my cum from me, his moans muffled by my hardness.

Gradually, I relaxed, not quite believing what had just happened. My ass sunk back down onto the bed, my cock softer in his hand, his lips and tongue moving gently over me. Pete looked up at me, a grin on his face, but my mind was still confused, a blur of conflicting emotions. Pete saw my confusion, but still he leant over and kissed me quickly, the taste of my cum on his lips and tongue.

I moaned against his lips, wanting more but still not understanding. And then Pete moved to kneel beside me, his cock long and hard in front of me, his meaning, his need, obvious.

I reached out to him, slowly, tentatively, wanting to touch him but still not sure. His cock felt hot, the taut flesh throbbing under my hand. Pete moaned as I touched him for the first time, as I touched any man for the first time. I looked down at his cock, looked at him closely for the first time as I stroked along his veiny shaft, feeling the blood feeding his erection. He stood up, my hand still on his cock. I eased up the bed a little so that I was half propped up on the pillows.

I looked at Pete, seeing for the first time how hard and flat his belly was, how the hair above his cock was short and curly, how smooth his balls were, how long his cock was, how it curved up slightly at the end. His skin was tight over his bulbous head as I eased it back. I glanced up at him as he let out a deep sigh, his eyes closed, a look of intense pleasure on his face.

As if in slow motion, Pete moved. Stepping forward, he rested one knee on the edge of the bed. Before he moved again, I knew exactly what he was going to do. He swung his leg over me so that he was straddling my chest, his cock bouncing only inches from my face, from my mouth.

I reached out to him again, my hand finding his hardness just as he rocked himself forward. His cock brushed against my lips, his pre cum smearing sweetly along them. Suddenly, I wasn’t sure. I pulled my head away, turning sideways for a second, Pete’s cock dragging against my cheek. I felt him move, and looked back towards him. For a moment I thought he was going to try and force his cock into my mouth, but he didn’t. He took my hand and wrapped it around his shaft. As I held him he spoke softly.

“Later,” he told me, “when canlı bahis siteleri you’re ready.”

I squeezed his cock, happy to hold him, to stroke his swollen shaft, wanting to feel him in my hand. I held him awkwardly, the tip still inches from my face. Pete eased backwards a little, his balls trailing over my chest and belly. His ass was level with my thighs when he stopped, his cock still in my hand – until he reached down and pushed by hand away.

He reached for my semi erect cock and held it against the hot, hard flesh of his own erection. He moved his hand slowly, wanking us together, my cock growing hard against his. I could feel the heat of him throbbing along my cock as I thickened and lengthened, recovering more quickly than I could ever remember.

I pushed his hand away, and took his cock from him, reaching down to cup his hard, swollen balls in my other hand. As I pulled on his cock, he eased forward until my cock was beneath him, resting under his firm ass. Then he began to push down against me, rocking slightly, my cock sliding between his taut cheeks.

I stroked him slowly at first, but then faster as he rocked against my cock, as my hand became a blur. I could feel his cock throbbing in my hand, the heat coursing through him. He leant back, his hands behind him, on my thighs, his ass pressed down harder against my cock. He threw his head back, a deep moan escaping from between his lips as I felt his orgasm approaching.

I pumped him harder, faster, my own cock painfully hard, my eyes now closed as I savoured the feel of Pete’s cock in my hand, as I listened to his groans of pleasure. I could feel the tip of my cock rubbing against his ass as he moved, against the tight puckered entrance to his body. I groaned at the thought, at the feel, of my cock against him, and I knew I wanted more, that I was ready for more.

I opened my eyes to find Pete staring at me. It was if he could read my mind. But then with a deep sigh he came. There was no warning, just jet after jet of thick cum gushing from his cock. I watched wide eyed as he threw his head back again. I watch the cum spurting from his cock, thick wads of cream that splattered onto my chest and belly.

Pete rocked his body, his ass grinding down onto my cock as I carried on wanking him, spraying more and more cum over me. His belly was taut, the muscles rippling tightly until at last he relaxed, the last of his cum dribbling from his softening cock onto my hand.

He knelt up, his breathing hard, grinning at me.

He told me that I’d “done great” as he climbed off me and came to lay beside me, before adding “but what about this?”

He held my hard cock in his hand again, running his fingers along my shaft, tracing the thick ridge on the underside of my cock from my balls up to the tip and then back again, tracing every vein, every contour. His touch was so intense I could do nothing but sink back onto the pillows and let the pleasure wash over me.

His hands and fingers moved further, probed lower, running lightly over my ass before moving back up over my balls, along my shaft, and onto my belly and chest to trail through the drying pools of his cum. He twisted his head, and I felt his strong, agile tongue flicking across my nipple. I could feel it hardening even before he wrapped his lips around it and sucked on me, gently at first and then harder, more insistently. He moved then, his tongue flicking through the pools of his cum on my body.

He lifted his head and looked at me. I could see his cum glistening on his lips and tongue. And then he was moving towards me. My lips parted to welcome his. I felt his tongue dancing lightly against mine as I tasted his cum, tasted him, for the first time.

As our lips parted, he whispered to me.

“Ready?”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I wasn’t sure exactly what he meant, but at that moment I was ready for anything, wanted everything.

Pete looked at me closely, and then dropped his head towards my cock. He licked quickly along my length, leaving me gasping for more, my cock twitching. He scooped up what was left of his cum with his fingers and rubbed it along my cock before rolling onto his front, his meaning obvious.

“Quickly” he told me.

I climbed behind him, kneeling between his legs, my cock huge in front of me. I moved slowly, uncertain despite my desire. Pete moved, arching his back and raising his ass towards me. I reached for his ass, holding his firm cheeks and pulling them apart. Pete pushed back against me, exposing his ass to my gaze. I ran a finger tentatively over the puckered entrance, feeling his heat, feeling him throbbing beneath my touch.

I rubbed a finger against him, feeling him squirm with pleasure as my finger eased into him, rubbing against a thousand sensitive spots as I pushed deeper inside him. I felt him moving beneath my touch, and looking up I saw him reaching out to the bedside unit. Pulling the draw open, he felt around blindly, before grabbing a tube and passing it back to me.

I looked at the tube of lubricant he had given me, and quickly squirted some on to my fingers. Seconds later, he was pushing back towards me again, urging me to fuck him with one finger, then two, as he began to relax.

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Note: This story contains scenes of incest or incest content and ALL characters are 18 years or older.

This story was written for and is dedicated to my daddy…the man who knows me best, whose words make my hips wiggle, and who this baby girl was created for. For him I think and plan.

*****

It was a crisp fall night and he stood watching as his baby girl snuggled into her soft blanket as the cool air streamed in through the window above her bed. Her plump warm thighs lay open, uncovered by the blanket giving her daddy a mouthwatering view of what he craved nightly. This was going to be the night…it was just the two of them in the house alone, and he was going to finally taste the sweetness of those thighs and relish what lies between them. He would have one month off from work…one entire undisturbed month to taste every sweet morsel of his baby girl’s body, his daughter, the product of his frothing seed…and he wasn’t going to waste one more minute of it.

He moved to the side of her bed and gently pulled the covers away from her naked sleeping body. He smiled again…such a good girl, such a sexy hot baby girl to sleep naked. Her breasts were easily a DD, and her erect nipples cast a shadow in the moonlight just aching to be licked, sucked, and nibbled. Her daddy groaned as he noticed the large dark-colored dildo snuggled between her plump pussy lips and the wetness that glistened around the stretched flushed lips, leaving a trail of cream on her inner thighs and down to cover her tight little rosebud ass which was just out of sight. His mouth started to water in anticipation of tasting that sweet juice that his baby girl produced so freely. He knew he had heard her moaning and mewing earlier but he wanted to make sure she was sleeping soundly before he began his attack on her senses. She needed to be relaxed and ready to take her first real live man’s cock…her daddy’s thick hard cock.

“Mmmmm.” he groaned imagining his throbbing cock pumping in and out of his baby girl’s cunt, getting frothy wet with her juices…their juices mixed in an age-old recipe for lust and love and procreation.

“She will be pregnant before the month is over.” he declared aloud. She shifted her position, pulling her knees up and out as if she were inviting her daddy to come inside and plant his seed deep between her sweet dew-covered petals.

The scent of her pussy juice wafted up to him and he inhaled deeply, taking in as much as he could of her, making his mouth water and his balls draw up a little tighter. “Will she love how her daddy tastes?” he wondered, as he gently kneeled down on the bed and placed his swollen mushroom head near her soft pink lips. His cock was almost touching her sweet lips, and then he ran his fingertips up the inside of her warm thigh, edging toward her pussy, sweetly stretched by the dildo that resembled his own throbbing cock in color.

“Was she thinking about her daddy’s cock when she creamed over the length of this toy?” That thought made him even harder if that was possible. His body was shaking with lust and need, ready to fully taste his little girl’s treasures. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in an effort to control illegal bahis his raging libido.

His fingers continued up her tender thigh until he first came in contact with the juices that had come from his baby’s core. He wet his fingers with her juice and lifted them before his eyes. Her juices sparkled on his fingertips in the moonlight and he held his fingers under his nose to take in the intimate scent of her…his daughter’s cunt. He closed his eyes again and breathed her in, and then placed his fingers in his mouth, feeling the slickness of her cum on his tongue, reveling in her taste. At that moment his cock pulsed and released some of his own juice, dropping on her pretty pink lips. His eyes were trained in on the beautiful sight of his baby’s lips wet with his cream when she suddenly opened her mouth slightly and her little pink tongue began licking and spreading his pre-cum over her lips like it was the sweetest nectar she had ever tasted. He groaned and slowly placed his head against her lips and she began kissing and licking at it like it was a lollipop.

When her sweet little mouth opened and she tried to take her daddy’s cock inside, his cock started drooling its appreciation, wetting her lips and chin, and all of a sudden her small soft hand grabbed him by the base and she began sucking like a baby on a bottle. She was mewing and humming her pleasure on her daddy’s cock, creating the most erotic picture in her daddy’s mind. He was feeding his baby girl. He grabbed the toy still nestled deep in her pussy and oh-so-slowly pulled it out and pushed it back in. She groaned and started bucking her hips, wanting more…needing more. He began a steady rhythm with the toy, thrusting in and out, and he could hear and see how wet she was getting but he desperately wanted to be the one making that noise with his own cock. Her warm mouth and tongue was teasing his thick cock beyond what he thought he could take. If he didn’t stop her soon, he’d cum in her mouth and he wanted to blow his first load deep inside that sweet little cunt so he began to pull his cock from her greedy mouth.

She wined like a baby as his cock popped out of her mouth and she opened her eyes and said, “Please daddy…I want more! Please don’t stop!”

“Don’t worry baby, you’re not dreaming sweetie. Your daddy is going to give you everything you want…everything you need.” He was giddy with delight that his daughter was so ready to start her proper role as his lover, his plaything, his fuck toy.

His hand still on the toy, he slowly pulled it free from its sheath as he took its place between her open legs. “Daddy is going to make you feel so much better than this naughty toy, but we’ll keep it close by because I will want to use it later.” he winked.

“First let daddy feel how wet you are baby girl.” and with that he began running his swollen cock head up and down his daughter’s steamy slit, nudging her plump pussy lips apart as if he were making a groove in which to plant his seed. Oh yes…he was going to be planting a lot of seed in this garden.

“Ooooooooo…daddy!” she cooed as he teased her swollen clit, mixing their juices together. She started bucking her hips against him, illegal bahis siteleri hoping his fat mushroom head would just pop inside her.

“Oh daddy…I don’t care if incest is wrong, I want you to fuck me! Please daddy, fuck me! I’ve been saving myself just for you. The only cock that’s been inside my cunny is my pretend daddy cock toy and I want you to… Oh daddy, YES!” she gasped. Her daddy’s bloated cock head had just popped inside her cunt-hole and popped back out and then he delivered several firm cock-slaps to her clit before he pushed his way back inside her tight velvety softness.

“Oh FUCK…baby!” he groaned as his cock tasted his daughter’s cunt for the first time. He slowly pushed inside his daughter’s cunt, taking a few moments to stop and relish in the tightness and heat of her creamy cunt while giving her time to adjust to his thickness until he was all the way in. His balls rested against her wetness and he just held himself there, flexing and throbbing deep inside his daughter’s cunt.

“Oh daddy!” she gasped. “You’re fucking me! Daddy your cock is so hot and it feels so full and tight!” she panted.

“Yes baby, daddy is fucking you!” He slid out and back in on the words “fucking you” to emphasize the point which made her gasp even more. “Such a sweet cunt you have for your daddy baby girl…so ripe and ready to take all of daddy’s cock and cum.”

“Oh yes daddy!” she panted. He sucked and nibbled on her nipples as his cock pumped out a slow rhythm that gained in speed and force with every thrust until he was pounding his baby girl’s cunt so hard his balls were making a wet slapping sound against her ass…a beautiful sound to his ears.

Suddenly she cried out, “DADDY!” and he felt his daughter’s first real cock orgasm. It was beyond anything he had ever felt before…her entire body quivered and shook while her pussy squeezed his cock so hard that he had to grip her ass and pull her tight to him just to stay deep inside her, and then he felt a warm (almost hot) gush a fluid covering his cock, dripping down his balls. His baby girl was a squirter! He’d made his daughter squirt on his cock!

“Oh daddy!” she cried as he continued to slam into her sweet cunt, his cunt now.

“That’s it baby, wet daddy’s cock like a good girl!” he encouraged her.

“Oh daddy! OOOOOO! What are you doing to me?! Ooooo fuck daddy, I’m gonna cum again!” her voice was getting higher and louder as her hips arched up to meet his thick cock and she squirted again. Cum shot out over her daddy’s cock and wet them both, leaving a puddle on the sheets but he still kept pounding into her.

She was becoming out of breath and started pleading with her daddy, “Daddy! Please! I can’t take anymore! You’re gonna make me explode! Please cum in me daddy! I need to feel your hot cum in me daddy!” she whimpered.

Hearing his daughter beg for his cum pushed him over the edge, and his balls tightened up and his seed began a fast and furious race up his shaft, seeking its new home in her unprotected womb. The hot spray of her daddy’s cum inside her cunt set off another screaming orgasm as they both became one for a moment in time. “Mmmmm! So tight! This canlı bahis siteleri is where all daddies need to shoot their cum…deep inside their daughter’s cunt!” he murmured in her ear.

“Mmmmm…yes daddy!” she sighed.

They lay together, cock in cunt, until they both caught their breath and suddenly they both noticed that daddy’s cock was still hungry…still rock hard. “Now baby girl, daddy wants to show you how good it feels to have a cock in your ass.”

And with that she gasped again but obediently said, “Yes daddy…you know best.”

Slowly daddy pulled his drenched cock out from its velvety home and positioned its head against her sweet rosebud ass-hole, nudging it to tease a response from her. He repositioned her legs high on his shoulders so he had a clear path and gently started applying pressure until his bloated creamy wet head popped just inside her heated backside. “OH!” she gasped, followed by a coo of lust.

He slowly slid deeper and deeper until once again his balls were pressed up tight against her wetness. “Oh fuck you’re tight baby girl!” he groaned and began a slow tantalizing thrust in and out of her last virgin hole. “Now you’re almost completely mine!” he panted, as he continued to plow her ass with slow determined strokes.

Once again she suddenly gushed a cuntfull of pussy juice on them both as she dug her nails into her daddy’s thighs. “Daaaaddyyyyyyy!” she barely got the word out in her scream of pleasure.

He kept pumping in and out despite her bucking and clenching. Her large breasts were bouncing with every thrust and her little hands kept going between teasing her nipples and grabbing his thighs and ass to steady herself “Baby you are so beautiful when you’re cumming!” he exclaimed.

“Th-th-thank you d-daddy!” she managed to sputter between breaths.

“Now I want you completely full!” he growled as he grabbed up the toy and began slapping her clit with it.

“OOOOOOOOHHHHH FUCK…Daddy!” she cried as he started pushing the toy’s head between her plump pink pussy lips and into her cunt-hole.

As soon as the toy was all the way in she began squirting again and her contractions were so strong that he had to use his pelvis to hold it in while he continued to pump and grind. This caused the toy to pump in and out in unison with her daddy’s cock. Orgasms washed over her like waves on a beach…one after another till all she could do was quiver, shake, moan, mew, and cum. Her daddy was so pleased that his baby girl was so responsive and that her tight little cunt and ass were so slutty. She was the perfect fuck toy for him…made just for his cock and he would plant his seed deep inside her every chance he got. His balls tightened once again when he thought about her pregnant with his child, and he blasted her bowels with his hot seed when he thought about drinking her milk while fucking her luscious body.

“Daddy’s little cum slut, that’s what you are. Daddy’s good girl who knows how to please her daddy’s cock.” he whispered in her ear.

“Mmmmm! Yes daddy…always.” she replied as they started to fall asleep in each other’s arms.

“Daddy’s gonna teach you so much baby girl, but sleep for now. Daddy’s cock is always hungry first thing in the morning. Good night baby girl.” he murmured grinding into her sweetly flushed flesh.

“Good night daddy.” she sighed and snuggled into her daddy’s arms. This month was going to be heaven.

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If you skipped the first section of this story, there may be one or two areas in Part 3 that are unclear. For this reason I would urge you to read Parts 1 and 2 first (at only 2680 words, it really doesn’t take long).

*****

An Older Woman: Part 3 – Another chance:

It wasn’t until the following Monday that I got a text message from Barbara inviting me to call again. She said she had the Tuesday afternoon and evening free and as her husband was working away, would I like to come for an evening meal. She said if I like cooking I could help her to prepare it. I was thrilled.

In her message she explained that she hadn’t been able to let me know sooner, as she’d only just found out he would be working away. She asked me to bring some more of my work for her to look at, so it looked as if we might have all afternoon and evening together.

I was so excited.
I was just getting ready to leave after lunch on the Tuesday when I had another message asking me to come later. I honestly thought, ‘She’s going to put me off again’. I felt so down I almost told her I wasn’t coming, but then I thought ‘That would just be stupid’. I didn’t know what made her change the plan; it could have been anything. Anyway, I got there about 5pm, fully expecting to be sent home again with nothing happening between us.

I had decided to be a bit less subtle this time (less subtle? – Ha! That’s a joke). I wore a fairly short black wrap-around skirt (my favourite, because it comes off easily), and a white slightly transparent blouse. It was a snug fit and showed off my petite figure nicely, and I knew that as I moved, the nipples on my unfettered breasts would trace enticing little patterns in the semi-transparent material. I also had a cute pair of frilly lace panties that were just visible when I sat down (if I sat carefully enough).

I had plaited my hair in my favourite pigtails with black ribbons in bows at the ends, and I had splashed out on a new bottle of Givenchy Organza perfume (it’s quite heady and great for getting you noticed, especially when out on the pull). I got it for half price at one of the discount perfume shops in town. It was still 24 pounds but well worth it 🙂

When I arrived, Barbara was wearing a lovely slinky black dress that hugged her figure and showed just enough cleavage to be interesting but not slutty. Her hair was done the same way as it was when I had first met her. ‘Maybe she always has it that way’ I thought. Whatever the case, she looked gorgeous.

She was already preparing the food. She invited me into the kitchen and I helped a bit, but it was only a token gesture. She had almost finished by the time I got there. She had a prepared a casserole for us, which we ate while talking. We sat opposite each other at the table and I know this time she was looking at my breasts; several times I caught her looking away but I didn’t say anything; I just smiled.

After dinner we sat at the table and we talked for a while. She never explained why she had wanted me to come later, and I thought it rude to ask; I was just happy to be there. She asked about my course again. A few of the things I mentioned she acknowledged, seeming to show an interest in things I had already told her about before, so I don’t think she had really been paying attention the first time, but I didn’t challenge her. That would have made things very awkward.

She asked to see my notes again, and as I had left my bag in the lounge, I offered to go and fetch them. “I’ll come in there with you,” she told me. “We can leave the pots for Ron.”

“Ron?” I said, wondering who this guy Ron might be. ‘I hope she hasn’t got me here under a false pretence’, I thought to myself. ‘Maybe she wants to watch some guy shagging me’.

“Later Ron,” she said. “Sorry. I’m not very good at jokes,” but I laughed anyway, quite relieved. I thought it was clever, and I’d never heard it before.

We went into the lounge and this time she sat beside me on the sofa. I pulled out my work folder to show her again, opening it at a recent short essay I had written. I had made a point of having filed a very soft erotic piece as the next work, describing one of my liaisons with my current best friend and lover, Jane.

Anyway, of course when she had finished the ‘sample’ essay I pretended not to notice as she turned to the next work, which was the ‘planted’ erotic story, and she started to read that while I nonchalantly checked my phone. I gave her about a minute; enough time to read the first few paragraphs, before I looked up and ‘realised to my horror’ that she was reading the erotic account of my lesbian sex session with Jane.

I quickly made a grab for the folder ‘to hide it from her’, but she snatched it away, clinging to it and looking at me in astonishment. She asked if any of it was true. I gave her a well practiced bashful look and I told her “Some of it.” She said that I shouldn’t be ashamed of my sexuality. Barbara is clearly such a kind, loving woman, and she made me feel really comfortable and good about myself, canlı bahis şirketleri even though I had intentionally created the situation. She smiled warmly, and I couldn’t help feeling relaxed as I ‘nervously’ smiled back (I really should be an actress).

Suddenly, without warning she grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me full on the mouth, only for about half a second, then just as quickly she let go and apologised.

“Oh! I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me,” she said, looking abashed.

I just sat there and smiled. “Why?” I asked her.

“I couldn’t help it,” she told me, clearly embarrassed.

“No! I mean, why apologise?” I asked. She admitted to me that she had wanted to kiss me last time but she didn’t want to scare me. I told her I wished she had done.

She looked at me for what seemed like half a minute. I just waited for her to make a move. She was so gentle. She leaned in uncertainly: almost nervously, cupped my face, and kissed me softly on the lips. This time I opened my mouth slightly. As soon as she could see that I wasn’t going to pull away she hugged me and began kissing me so passionately. I slid my arms around her neck and leaned back as her hand found my breast. She began unfastening my blouse and I moved my hand up and gave her breast a squeeze, so full and firm.

Soon the front of my blouse was undone and her hand was inside. My body is very petite so I never need to wear a bra, and my nipple quickly began to stiffen and nuzzle into her palm, and she squeezed it gently. She was kissing my mouth, then my face, my neck and bare shoulder, and I could feel myself getting wet. I thought she was going to strip me and fuck me right there on the sofa, but just as suddenly as it had begun, she stopped.

“What do you want from me Macey?” she asked. She put her hand to her face, looking confused.

“You offered to help me with my English project work,” I told her honestly, trying to look innocent.

“No… Well… Yes, I know I did,” she replied, “but that’s not why you came here is it. What do you really want from me?”

I reached out to touch her cheek with the back of my fingers and she looked back at me, puzzled, as I stroked her hair and the side of her neck. “What I’d like is to mess up your hair,” I half whispered, with a wicked little smile.

We just sat there for a moment and I wondered, ‘What are you thinking?’, before she asked, “Are you sure you really want to do this?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I whispered, my voice sounding inexplicably cracked.

“I’m old enough to be your mother,” she told me, “older in fact.”

“Sometimes I wish my mam could have kissed me like that,” I told her. “You make me feel so good. Why didn’t you kiss me last time?” I asked. “What was the problem?”

“You were wearing the same perfume as your mum. It just make me think of her too much.” ‘How stupid of me!’ I thought. ‘I had only pinched some of mam’s perfume so I would appear more sophisticated, and all it did was to put her off’.

“There is something else,” she told me.

“What?” I asked, bemused.

“Well… It’s the pigtails,” she said, sounding reluctant to tell me.

“Don’t you like them?” I asked her, smiling broadly and wide eyed as I gripped the ends and pulled alternately on them, making my head rock from side to side like a little doll.

“They’re very sweet,” she said. “Probably too sweet,” she added with a smile. “They just make you look like a little girl.”

“I thought you’d like that,” I told her, pouting excessively and fluttering my eyelids at her. I was really playing this.

“I do, but… You’re so very small.” she added, “With the pigtails too, it just makes you look too young. If I hadn’t been invited to your 18th birthday celebration I would have thought you were no more than about 14 or 15.”

“Oh, I said, my tone unmistakably disappointed. Why didn’t you come?” I asked, as I untied the ribbons.

“I didn’t know you then, she said, helping me to tease the plaits out of my hair.

“Pity,” I told her, shaking my hair loose and thinking, ‘I had another celebration a few days later that I wish you had been at too’. Perhaps it was just as well she wasn’t there though. I can just imagine what Jane would have done with her. I would have been watching in envy.

“That’s better,” she said kindly. “Now you look more like a grown-up,” she teased as she fluffed my hair up and stroked it around my face, then held my head gently as she kissed me softly on the lips again.

Hardly another word was spoken. She stood, took my hand and led me upstairs to the bedroom, my blouse still open. As she sat me beside her on the foot of her marital bed she kissed me again. We were still kissing as her hand slid up to grip my breast once more. She fondled it and squeezed the nipple gently, still kissing, then opening the front to expose me, looking for all the world as if she’d never seen what a bare breasted girl looked like.

She was undressing me, canlı kaçak iddaa but it wasn’t hurried; it wasn’t crazy or lustful or urgent, it was so sweet and gentle, almost hesitant.

As I sat there beside her, one hand slid around my waist and caressed my lower back, her fingertips tracing the groove of my spine slowly upward inside my open blouse as her kiss engulfed me. Her other hand reached up to hold my face against hers as her tongue entered my mouth. Her hand reached around my neck then up behind my head as her tongue began probing my willing mouth. I began sucking her tongue erotically, meeting her tongue with mine as I moaned softly.

I’ve seen so many movie clips of Japanese girls and young women kissing, and I love the beautiful sounds they make. They’re so submissive; so erotic, and they excite me, so I thought I would try for myself, to see if it had the same effect on Barbara. It did. She seemed inspired by it. Her hand slid down over my neck and she slipped the open blouse off one shoulder, kissing the bare skin, then reaching around behind me her other hand still squeezing my breast as she slipped the blouse off the other shoulder, letting it fall silently on the bed behind me.

“What are you going to do to me?” I asked, trying to sound as innocent as I could.

“I really don’t know,” came the honest reply. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

She looked down at my pert little breasts and caressed them with both hands. “Well, you’re not doing too badly so far,” I smiled. “Just do for me what you would like me to do for you,” I whispered softly.

She bowed her head down and kissed one firm little breast gently, curling the tip of her tongue around the stiffening nipple. “Ooohh… that feels so nice,” I whispered. She began suckling on it, tugging at the pert nipple, and I moaned like one of those passive, subservient little Japanese girls that I so loved to watch being seduced on screen.

“I don’t know what to do,” she repeated.

“Just do what you want,” I told her.

“I don’t know how to please you.”

I sighed. “Do you have any idea how wet I am?” I asked her.

“No, she said, sounding as if she thought there was something wrong with that. I took her hand and guided it between my thighs as I parted my legs, pressing her fingers against the sopping wet gusset of my panties.

“Oh!” she said softly. “Oh!” She looked surprised.

I moved her hand up and slid her fingers inside the elastic waist band, parting my legs as I made her reach down to the bald, shaved labia. “Now do you know?” I asked.

“I… I…” she began, but I stopped her.

“Play with me,” I breathed. “Tease me.”

She pushed me back gently until I lay on my back and she began to kiss and suck gently on one breast then the other, as her fingers teased my labia and began to ease into me. “I’m really not sure about this,” she told me, stopping again. “I’ve never done anything like this,” she admitted.

“Maybe I should drive then,” I suggested with a smile. I sat up and pulled gently on the bow at her side, releasing the tie around her waist, and letting the gown fall open. It was one of those dresses with built-in bra cups so, as the front of the gown fell open, it released one beautiful full breast. I slid a hand inside and cupped her, marvelling at the warmth of her body as I manually replaced the support that the dress was no longer providing, and she gasped slightly.

“Do you like that?” I asked.

“It feels strange,” she said.

“Strange? In what way?”

“Well, I can’t say I don’t like it,” she explained. “It’s been so long since anyone did anything like that with me,” she sighed, “but I never imagined having another woman do it to me… and certainly not someone younger than my own daughter.”

I smiled. “But you do like it?” I asked, rubbing my thumb against the bobble of her nipple and rolling it gently. It already felt quite firm and it became even stiffer very quickly.

“Oh God,” she moaned softly.

“That’s all I needed to know,” I told her with a smile. I pulled the front of her gown open slowly and she tried to cover herself with one arm. “Come on now,” I cautioned her. “You have me stripped to the waist. Fair’s fair.”

“I’m embarrassed,” she complained, looking bashful as she coloured up.

“Don’t worry,” I said smiling. “It’s not like it’s something I haven’t seen before,” I told her with a wry grin.

“You haven’t seen ‘me’ before,” she objected.

“More’s the pity,” I told her, coaxing her hand away to reveal a surprisingly firm and self-supporting breast. She was just the perfect size, I guessed a generous ‘C’ cup, with very little sag considering her age. She was more firm than a lot of girls of my age, and the nipple was smooth and light brown. It looked so inviting.

“Let’s just play with each other for a while,” I suggested, pulling the other side of her gown away to reveal my new plaything’s twin sister. I reached forward to fondle the delightful pair, one in each hand, canlı kaçak bahis teasing the nipples with my thumbs as she closed her eyes in delight.

“Kiss me,” I sighed, leaning forward. She accepted my kiss for a moment, then pulled away. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

“You’re so much younger than I am,” she said. “It doesn’t feel right… you teaching me,” she told me.

I gave them a gentle tweak. “Does that feel nice?” I asked.

“Oh my God Macey,” she moaned, closing her eyes again.

“I’ll take that as a ‘Yes’,” I said with a smirk.

“But it doesn’t ‘feel’ right,” she repeated.

“Shut up and kiss me,” I told her, moving my face up to hers. She opened her mouth and accepted my kiss, allowing me to push my tongue in as she sucked on it gently. “I want to eat you,” I told her, pushing her back on the bed. I swung my leg over and sat astride her tummy as I opened the dress wide, taking both breasts in my hands, rolling them around and kneading them firmly.

“Oh God Macey,” she moaned again.

“What is it my love?” I asked softly.

“Nothing. Just don’t stop.”

“I can assure you I have no intention of stopping now,” I told her, smiling down at her beautiful body.

“How many times have you done this?” she asked.

“Why? Do you think I need more practice?” I laughed, bending down to lick one.

“Oh no. Definitely not,” she said, “but you can practice on me anytime you want if you think it would help,” she giggled.

“Oh, you bad, bad woman,” I told her, laughing. “Just for that I think I’ll punish you,” I said, tweaking her nipples more firmly.

“Oh no, she said softly, feigning her ladylike distress by placing the back of her hand over her forehead and turning her head to one side. As she did so, she exposed her bare shaved underarm for the first time, exciting me more than she could have possibly imagined, but it was far too early to reveal my weird fetish about where I liked to lick my lovers. At the same time the tendon on her neck pulled up into that delicious ridge of flesh that I loved, and it looked so inviting I simply couldn’t resist. I reached down and kissed her neck, giving the ridge a gentle bite.” Oh God,” she cried again. “Please Macey. I can’t stand it.”

“What can’t you stand my love?” I teased, my lips moving downward across her throat toward those wonderfully full, firm breasts. I shuffled down until my bottom was nestled on the top of her thighs and I took one full breast in my mouth, pinching the nipple between my lips as I squeezed it in my hand.

“That,” she moaned. “I can’t stand that.”

“Pity,” I told her, “because I’ve only just started.” I began to suck on the big, swollen nipple, pulling it up and stretching it, then letting it plop back as I released it, making her cry out softly as the mammaric flesh wobbled and jiggled like a big round blancmange. I did the same with the other one, delighting in her cries of pleasure as I teased and tormented her, first one then the other, over and over again. They looked good enough to eat.

“Stop. Please stop,” she moaned.

“Why? Don’t you like it?” I asked, pouting and looking hurt.

“Of course I like it, you silly girl. I love it, but I can’t stand it.”

“Oh, that’s a shame,” I told her, “because I’m going to do this until you beg me to eat you,” I added, suckling hard on one stiff nipple.

“Oh no,” she moaned. “Oh no. How many times have you done this before?” she asked.

“It’s rude to ask a lady personal questions like that,” I told her. “Just close your eyes and enjoy it.”

“Where did you learn to do this?” she asked.

“I used to be a baby,” I told her with a wicked little laugh.

“Oh my God… it feels so good,” she moaned softly.

“Wait ’til I get you downstairs,” I told her.

“What? Why do you want to go downstairs?”

“I don’t mean downstairs in the lounge or the kitchen,” I told her. “I mean ‘this’ downstairs,” I added, stroking her muff through her panties.

“Oh…” she moaned, sounding slightly nervous.

“Just relax and enjoy it,” I whispered. “Stop talking. Just relax. Let me give you what I’ve longed to do for so long.”

“You longed for me?” She sounded surprised.

“You’re so beautiful. How could I not want you?” I said softly, kissing my way downward over her smooth flat tummy.

“Oh no… Please no,” she moaned.

“I do wish you’d stop saying that,” I told her, “and I hope you’re paying attention my love, because there will be a practical test on this afterwards,” I joked.

“A test?” she echoed, giving me a quizzical look.

“Of course. You can do this for me when it’s your turn.”

“My turn?”

“Shhh…” I said softly, raising a finger to my lips.

I shuffled down further and pulled the rest of her dress open to reveal a pair of beautiful pink lace panties adorning her slim hips, a dark damp patch obscuring a light bush of golden hair from view. I slid down off the end of the bed and knelt on the floor at her feet, kissing her knees as I coaxed them gently apart. The skin of her thighs was pale and creamy, with hardly any sign of cellulite, and I began to kiss the soft flesh, starting from the inside of her knees and working my way upward, very, very slowly.

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Sam woke up the next morning with his usual morning hard on. As he put his hand on his erection yesterday’s events suddenly leapt to the forefront of his mind. He felt himself blushing as he was submerged with a wave of humiliation. He remembered he was going to be working in a gay porn shop for the foreseeable future, he remembered picking up an enormous dildo, but worst of all he remembered watching the video in Mr Tobias’ office and another man playing with his penis and making him cum.

He shot out of bed muttering to himself “I am not gay. I’m not a pooftah.”

Luckily he was alone, his roommate had not come back last night. He decided he was going to prove he was not gay. He went to his laptop and went to his favourite porn site. It featured older women bossing younger men and telling them how to bring the older women pleasure. He liked to tell himself he liked this site because it was educational and he would have a better knowledge of how to please a girl when the opportunity arose. But deep down he knew he liked this particular site because he was submissive.

Anyway he went to his favourite scene and started to watch. He became erect instantly and it featured a woman having sex with a boy. Phew he was not gay. He felt he had something to prove and he whacked off harder and quicker than normal.

Afterwards he cleaned up and showered. Relieved he was a normal heterosexual male.

He had a lecture at 10 and then went to the library for an hour or so. Had some lunch with a class mate and then went back to his dorm to chill out.

He did not want to go back to the store tonight and see Mr Tobias. But he knew he had to. He was worried by the connection between Mr Tobias and the Dean of his college. But he decided he had to make it clear he was not gay, he was not going to take part in any more sexual activities in the store.

He then remembered how he had been hard all the time in the shop. Time was running out but he had an idea. He would have another wank now, so he would not be hard when he went to work. There was no time to set up his laptop so he started using one of his favourite fantasies. This dark haired 40 year old woman was telling him to crawl towards her and worship her pussy with his mouth and tongue. His hand was working furiously on his little dick and he felt himself getting closer to orgasm. Just as he shot his load he thought of Mr Tobias’ hand stroking his cock.

Ugh! Why did I think about that disgusting man as I was coming? Did it mean I liked him touching me? Did it mean I was gay? No of course not I started to rationalise, it was my fantasy of the older woman that turned me on and got me excited and Mr Tobias’ hand job only came to mind because I had worried about it all day. Having reached a conclusion, I quickly got dressed. I wore the same clothes as yesterday and thought I won’t get a hard on this evening, so it won’t matter what I am wearing. I climbed on to my bike and rode without enthusiasm to my job. As I rode I fantasised that I was riding to a proper book shop and I could talk to the customers about the latest New York Times best seller, or whether Shakespeare was a sexist or a feminist?

I arrived at work and went straight to Mr Tobias’s office. He was seated behind his desk and waved me in.

“Good to see you Sam. I’m very glad we haven’t scared you off and you’ve come back for more fun at the store. Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

I’m quite clever and you would have thought I would have prepared an answer for such a question. It was obvious he would ask it. But I hadn’t. All I managed to say was “I’m not gay.”

“Sam, I know you enjoyed it. I’ve got your pictures to prove it.”

“You said you would delete them.”

“I am going to show them to you in a minute and you can delete them yourself. First I’m going to give myself a whiskey as it’s after 5 and I don’t like drinking by myself so I’m going to give you one too,”

With that he stood up and turned away. I could hear him pouring the drinks but could not see it.

Mr Tobias grinned to himself as he stirred in some blue powder into Sam’s drink. He thought that psychiatrist, Pavlov, was right. Ring a bell when you give a dog a bone and the dog will always think it’s going to eat a bone when he hears the bell. Give a boy a boner every time he goes into a gay shop he’s going to think he’s gay and he’s going to want to suck on a bone.

Yesterday had gone well, Sam had his first orgasm at the hands of another man and he had come back for more. In his conscious mind he might not think so but the Pavlovian reaction was already working and in his subconscious Sam knew he was going to get another orgasm today.

Mr Tobias handed me my drink, I took a sip and did not grimace today. He sat beside me on the sofa and handed me his phone. “Have a look at the pictures and tell me you were not in post orgasmic heaven. When you’ve had a good look delete them off the phone, understand I keep my word.” Mr Tobias smiled to himself as he said that knowing he had HD video canlı bahis of the whole session. He did not need the pictures on the phone.

He picked up the office phone and I heard him say. “Tony, Sam is wearing the same clothes as yesterday. Can you dig out something more appropriate? PAUSE. Yes something that won’t scare the customers away. PAUSE… No I don’t think Sam would feel comfortable in shorts. PAUSE…. Yes perfect, I’ll send him out in about 5 minutes to get them.”

He turned to me. “I told you yesterday you could not wear those clothes again in my store. Tony is going to get you something more appropriate to wear.”

I stood up to go and get them. “No rush, give Tony a chance to get them. Actually what size are you?”

I sat back down and said I am small to medium in most things.

“I can see that.” Mr Tobias asked me a few more questions about the uni all the while encouraging me to drink my whiskey. He wanted to delay Sam in his office for about 10 minutes so that when he was looking at the pictures on his phone or putting on the new clothes his hard on would kick in.

After a few minutes he told me to go to Tony and pick up the clothes and come back to the office.

Sam went out into the store over to the cashier’s desk. Tony was all smiles as he said Hi and handed me over a small package in a brown bag. “Tell Mr Tobias if he doesn’t like the colour I can change it or if the clothes don’t fit I can get another size.”

Sam just nodded and went back to the office. Mr Tobias held out his hand and he gave him the package.

“Pale blue.” He said as he handed me some pale blue fabric. I held it up and saw a very small pale blue stretchy shirt. He then reached into the bag and pulled out some matching yoga trousers.

“I think you’ll look good in those. Get changed.”

I looked around wondering where he expected me to get changed.

“Hurry up! You’re on the clock. Just get changed over there.” Pointing to the middle of the room.

I hesitated, I did not want to get changed in front of him.

He raised his voice. “Sam, don’t be so stupid. I have already seen your little dick, you’ve got nothing to hide. It’s not as if I don’t see a hundred cocks a day and they are all bigger than yours. So get changed before I lose my temper.”

My face was burning with humiliation. I walked over to the centre of the room. I took off my shirt and tie. I picked up the stretchy shirt and slid it over my head, as I pulled it down my chest and put my arms in the sleeves I could feel it clinging to me. I pulled it down and it reached just below my navel. As I looked at myself it seemed as if my skin had turned blue. Every contour of my body was on display.

I turned my back to Mr Tobias and pulled down my trousers. I left on my boxer shorts and stepped in to the yoga pants. I pulled them up and turned to face Mr Tobias. He was busy looking at his computer and it took a while for him to notice I was changed.

“Turn round! I want to get a look at you and make sure you are displaying our clothes in the best way.”

I got half way round and I heard him laughing. “You’ve got a bad case of visible panty line. You need to take off your underwear.”

I turned to face him. “I always wear boxers. Haven’t you got something else I can wear?”

“Sam! You need to read your contract. It clearly states you will be required to wear a uniform as needed by me and in addition you may at times be asked to model and or demonstrate any item we sell in this store.” I wanted to complain that as yet I had not had a proper look at my contract. Instead I just looked at the floor and kept quiet.

He continued in a quieter tone “If you really want to wear underwear, I’ll get Tony to bring you some that won’t show under your pants.”

He picked up the phone and called Tony. When he finished speaking he told me to strip and to stop wasting time.

I slipped down the yoga pants and stepped out of my boxers. I was now naked except for a skin tight pale blue lycra top. Everything below my waste was on display. I put my hands in front of my privates trying to hide as much as I could.

Just then Tony walked into the room. He went straight to Mr Tobias and handed him something.

Mr Tobias laughed and said perfect.

Sam come here and get your underwear. I walked over to the desk keeping my hands in front. Tony was staring at me. I was so embarrassed to be bare-assed in front of 2 men, 2 men I worked for.

I reached over and Mr Tobias handed me the merest scrap of material. It was pink and tiny.

“That’s a thong. They won’t show under your yoga pants and leave your cute little ass on display.”

“I can’t wear these, they are for girls.” I replied.

“Boy, you are beginning to piss me off. Every time we tell you to do something you complain and argue. Now just put them on before I lose my temper and punish you. You won’t like that.”

The situation reminded me of a favourite video that turned me on. The older woman ordered the boy bahis siteleri to put on girl panties just like these and it always gave me an erection. But that was a woman and this was a man and I didn’t have an erection.

I reached out and took the thong. I moved back to the centre of the room and stepped into it. When I pulled it up over my dick I noticed it had a small bow on the front. It felt strange as the rear fabric pulled right up my ass crack. I could feel it resting on my anus.

Horror of horrors. I could feel my cock beginning to get hard. How the fuck could that happen? I had wanked less than hour ago and here I was half naked in front of 2 men wearing girl’s knickers getting a hard on.

I quickly reached down and pulled up the yoga pants, hoping they would help to hide my growing penis from the eyes of Mr Tobias and Tony.

I was barefoot and Mr Tobias asked Tony to get me some suitable shoes.

He then turned to me and said. “Sit down on the sofa. Let’s look at the pictures from yesterday and then you can delete them.”

I sat down and Mr Tobias joined me on the sofa, he was sitting up close. I was very aware this was how we were sitting when he game a hand job.

He lifted up his phone and pulled up the pictures. There I was lying in a post orgasmic haze. There was spunk all over me from around my zip, up my shirt and even on my face.

He held the phone towards me. “Delete it.” I did so and the next one appeared it showed the same thing but from a different angle.

Just then Tony came in holding a pair of pale blue sneakers. “Tony, look at the straight boy enjoying some gay fun. Doesn’t he look as if he had a good time at the hands of another man?”

He walked around and Mr Tobias handed the phone to Tony. He smirked as he looked at the picture. “He sure looks good covered in come. He would look even better if he had more”

Mr Tobias replied. “We’ll see if he wants to play again after his shift.”

Tony was staring at my crotch. “He definitely will, he’s getting turned on just looking at those pictures, or it might be, he’s excited by wearing girl’s panties. But he’s got an erection again.”

“Oh yes, so he has. It’s a little hard to see. Even with tight clothes his penis is so small it’s hard to see when erect.” Said Mr Tobias.

These 2 men talking about me and my small dick was embarrassing me. But at the same time my penis was not showing any signs of softening. If anything this talk was making it harder.

Mr Tobias was feeling very pleased with himself. He had got the timing with the Viagra just right. It was perfect that Sam got an erection just as he put on the thong.

“Look at the little boy. He has put on a girly thong and he gets hard. Despite all his protestations about Pooftahs and their unspeakable acts, he is definitely a faggot. I think he’s going to turn out to be a sissy boi. Are you a sissy, Boi?” He asked.

I kept looking at the floor and did not answer him.

“Well Tony he’s not denying it so let’s all agree he’s a sissy boi. In the next couple of days we’ll need to dig out some more clothes that a sissy will feel comfortable in.”

I wanted to tell them to shut up. I wanted to shout I’m not a sissy. But I was struck dumb. My mind was still processing that I am standing here in skin tight clothes, a girl’s thong and an erection.

“Sam, stand up and come over here. I’m going to take some pictures so you can see what you look like. Tony, I think I need to get a mirror in here so Sami can use it when he wants to dress up.” With that he held up his phone and started clicking away.

“Turn to the side. Now let’s get a view of your butt in a thong and yoga pants. That’s perfect. Face me again.” I don’t know why but I followed his instructions without question. It was as if I had lost all control, but at the same time I felt what I was doing was wrong, perverted and disgusting. Trying to reconcile all these emotions was doing my head in and leaving me confused. Every time I thought, no I’m a man I would remember Mr Tobias saying the cock does not lie. And there was my little dick standing up proudly saying I’m a sissy. Looking back at it, I think this confusion was what made it so easy to manipulate me.

When he finished he sat down again and asked me to sit beside him. “Here have a look at yourself and tell me you’re a real man.” He laughed as he handed me the phone.

I burnt with humiliation when I looked at the pictures. There was a small boy in skin tight clothes. He had no muscle, he was short, he was skinny and he definitely had a small erection. From behind it was even worse because my butt looked kind of full and feminine. One thing for sure, my butt was smooth and there was no sign of underwear. That was definitely not a man’s ass.

“Now you’ve seen them you can delete them. I know you don’t want these pictures getting out.” I did as he suggested and deleted all the pics.

“Sam, I hope you are beginning to trust me a little bit. I’m letting you delete the pics after bahis şirketleri you have seen them. I want you to see how others see you. With the best will in the world you don’t look like a man, at best you look like a little boy but today you look like a sissy boy.”

At that I finally spoke. “I am only looking like a sissy because you are making me wear these girly clothes. When I wear my normal clothes I look fine.”

“Sam you only have yourself to blame. I told you to wear something more suitable for the store and you turned up in the same middle aged clothes as yesterday. I would also say it’s not the clothes that make you look like a sissy but the little boy inside them. Tony go and put on the same clothes and show Sam how a real man looks.”

Tony walked out of the office. Mr Tobias took the opportunity to refill our glasses. He handed my second whiskey of the afternoon I started to feel a bit fuzzy around the edges.

“Today Sam you are going to have the same training as yesterday. Once we have compared your manliness to Tony you’ll join him out on the shop floor. He’ll show you some more stock and let you look around the store. I also want you to start interacting with the customers. Remember the saying, the customer is always right. So if a customer asks you to do something you need to do it. I won’t be happy if I hear complaints and you’ll be punished.”

“What do you mean Punished?” I asked in a quivering, slightly slurred voice.

“I’ll make sure Tony teaches you about our stock items designed to cause pain. So you’ll know what to expect.”

“You can’t do that it’s against the law to hurt people.”

“Sam you’re right of course, it is normally against the law to hurt someone. But if someone gives their consent then it’s perfectly acceptable and legal. If someone signed a contract that had a whole section agreeing that their boss was allowed to punish them, then the punishments will be within the law.”

I could see where this was going. I felt my face burning and I realised I had probably signed such a contract. Oddly my dick stayed stubbornly hard. What was wrong with me? My boss was talking about hurting me and my cock was excited.

“I see you already understand.” Mr Tobias reached down to his drawer and took out a folder. He pulled out some papers and turned the relevant page towards me. “Here’s your contract.” I could see the words ACCEPTABLE PUNISHMENTS. Mr Tobias moved his finger to my initials at the bottom of the page.

“There we have it Sam. You have already consented that I can punish you in a variety of ways. As I told you before you need to read a contract before signing it. I’m sure this is a lesson that will hold you in good stead in the future. Don’t even think about saying you were rushed into signing it. You signed it and that’s all that matters.”

Just then Tony walked back into the room, wearing the identical clothes. More accurately he strode masterfully into the office. He seemed taller than before. I could see every muscle on his body was outlined. His chest, his abs, his biceps were all straining the fabric to breaking point. His six pack was fully on display. There was no mistaking him for a sissy.

I looked lower and his cock and balls were totally on display in the yoga pants. The cock though soft looked bigger than mine. It was thrust forward by the big set of balls below it. I did not know it at the time but he had a bit of help from cock ring which pushed everything to the front.

“Go and stand next to Tony!” Mr Tobias commanded.

I stood up and slowly made my way beside him. No one said anything, they didn’t need to. I felt small and puny beside him.

Mr Tobias stood up and started taking some pictures with his phone.

“Tony show some muscle.”

Tony struck a body builder pose and curled his right bicep.

“Sam you do the same.”

I didn’t move.

“Sam you don’t want me to punish you before you start work. Now copy Tony’s pose.”

I tried but even as I did it I knew I just looked stupid. Where Tony’s bicep bulged under the stretchy lycra, mine just stayed flat.

The phone was still in Mr Tobias’ hand recording my humiliation.

“Go into the shop with Tony. Remember the customer is always right. You are on the verge of being punished so don’t step out of line. The smallest problem and your ass will be red.”

Tony and I walked into the store. We both went to the counter and sat down. There was no one in the store and so Tony stood up and took me quite roughly by the arm. He marched to a section I had not been in before. It was marked THE DUNGEON.

We went through a fake arch into a dimly lit room. On one wall there were shelves and hooks holding all manner of strange looking things. On another a large cross. The centre of the room was dominated some leather hanging from a metal frame. I was later to learn it was called a sling. One other wall had shelves with lots of smaller items, they glinted in the lights but I had no idea what they were.

“If you fuck up badly then you will be punished in here. If it’s less severe you will be punished in the office and sometimes in the store itself. So it’s best to do as you are told and to follow instructions immediately and accurately.'”

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When I was in my 20s, I worked regularly as a figure drawing model, mostly for colleges and private drawing groups. I had some yoga training and could be steady in poses for a long time. I was also completely comfortable being nude and being watched while I was nude – artists have told me that this is actually the most important thing for a model. I did this for around 10 years, and then was too busy with career and family to continue. I do miss it sometimes – I felt a tremendous excitement when I removed my robe and stared posing. And I always loved looking at the drawings, paintings or sculptures that the artist created.

I am now looking back upon my experiences, and plan to write about many. I will start with the most unusual things that I did.

At one of the groups, one of the artists often asked me about doing a crucifixion pose. I assumed he was joking, but one day at break, he told me that he was very serious. I told him I would do it for much more than my usual fee. This was a long time ago – if I remember correctly, I usually got $10 an hour. So I asked for $100 an hour.

He asked me if he could have other artists there to share costs, and I said that sounded fine. We agreed to do a two hour session.

The session was to be held in his home. Although I was a graduate student, the town I lived in (Princeton) was very affluent. The artist (let’s call him James) owned a house in a very wealthy part of Princeton. When I arrived, he took me to his studio. It was a large room with lots of natural light with a hard wood floor. Many of his paintings and drawings (a few of me) were on the walls – some still in progress. There was a large wooden crucifix that was attached to one wall, with four easels surrounding it.

I went into the corner of the room, and took off my clothes. I started to put on my robe, but James told me that there was no need for this. James told me that he and the other artists would like to do additional drawings of me when I was resting from the strain of being on the cross. After I took off my clothes, James walked over to me. Since what I was to do was extremely demanding, we needed to discuss how long I was to hold my pose. We agreed that I would do 15 minutes in the pose, and then we would see if I needed a break.

James told me that the other artists were in the next room, since I might bahis firmaları want privacy as I got into my pose.

I walked to where the crucifix had been placed. There were ropes attached to the arms of the cross, and a little foot rest attached to the body of the cross. I was expecting ropes of course, but what I then saw surprised me. There was a dildo covered with a well-lubricated condom that was connected to the cross. James told me the dildo was called a cornu. He said I would be much more comfortable if the dildo was inserted into my anus when I was up on the cross since I would have a little more support for my body. I would be able to hold the pose much more easily with the additional support.

James told me that he had discussed me with another artist named George. George was a very wealthy retiree who liked to hire models privately. I had been posing for George weekly for the past few months; George liked hiring models privately so he could fuck them in the ass before drawing them. George’s theory was that young male models are more relaxed and more subservient when they have the artist’s semen inside them.

James told me that he knew that I am comfortable being penetrated anally, but he would like to open me up first before I got into position. He had me go on all fours, and he unzipped his fly. His dick was already hard. I could see his dick as fairly small and not particularly thick. I arched my back to allow for easier penetration, and could feel the tip of his dick against my already opening asshole. He slowly entered me. It felt so good! I also had never been fucked by a fully dressed man before and this was very exciting to me.

I started rocking my hips forward and back, and James pumped into me harder and harder. I could feel him getting bigger inside me and then he spurted his semen into me.

James pulled out, and I could see that we were no longer alone in the room. The other three artists were standing and watching us. They were three men, all in their 60s and 70s. I had never met any of them before.

One of the men told James that I would be excellent; I was nice and thin with little body fat. I was also very subservient, and would clearly do whatever I was told.

I stood up, and could feel a little semen come out of my asshole. On command, I walked over to the crucifix. One of the kaçak iddaa men grabbed me by my hips and lifted me up. He maneuvered by butt so that my asshole was touching the cornu, and then lowered me so that the dildo was completely inside me.

My feet were resting on the foot rest, and two other men attached my arms to the ropes on top of the cross. For a final step, my ankles were then attached to the cross.

The pose was actually surprisingly comfortable. I could move my body only a little as my four limbs were all tied with ropes. I could move my head from side to side. I could also move my hips a little bit – both side to side, and up and down.

James told me that he knew I was great model, and never moved. But because this pose was so demanding, I should feel free to move a little if I wanted to.

After a few minutes in position, I started moving my hips up and down a little to relieve the pressure a bit on my shoulders. Moving my hips caused the dildo to rub against my prostate. This felt incredible, and I started to get hard.

James saw this, and told me that he knew that I was very professional and that I never got erections while posing for a class. But erections on a cross, especially when the model has his asshole penetrated by a cornu, were inevitable and I just enjoy. Every model they had ever drawn on the cross had gotten erect, and most had ejaculated.

So I just went with it. I could feel myself getting bigger and bigger, harder and harder. After a few minutes, I came. It was the best orgasm I had ever had in my life! If felt like it lasted for about a minute, with one pulse after another. My semen was all over my belly and legs.

I was in great shape back then, and only weighed 140 pounds. It actually wasn’t as bad as I expected. After the fifteen minutes were up, the members of the group made me an offer. If I would stay on the cross for 30 minutes before my break, they would double my pay. Since I felt OK, I said yes.

A few minutes later, I ejaculated again. This time, my erection subsided. The time passed, I did my up and down dance, and eventually the cross was lowered. I was untied and I lifted myself off the dildo. James gave me a towel to wipe the semen off me and off the floor. There was no way I could do anything other than just go into fetal position and rest. The artists then kaçak bahis moved around me and started some sketches. Some were in front of me and some behind me. Afterwards, they showed me their drawing.

Since the dildo had been in me for so long, my anus was gaping wide open and there was lube leaking out. I didn’t realize this until I saw the sketches (though in all fairness, they may have exaggerated the opening). It looked like I was ready to be fucked!

After 15 minutes of rest, I was lifted back into position. Once again, I got an erection and ejaculated. One again, semen dripped down me, but less this time.

Because I was so tired during break, I forgot to go pee! And now I really needed to. I held it in for as long as I could, but then lost control and peed all over the hardwood floor, though some went on me also. James told me not to worry about this – peeing was also inevitable on the cross.

The time passed, and my arms were getting very tired. My erection came and went, and I ejaculated one more time. This time, I actually was up there for a full hour.

When the brought me down and untied me, I could only lay on the ground. I realized in a couple of minutes that I was actually lying in my pee. But I couldn’t do anything about that yet.

While I was lying there, James brought me four hundred dollar bills in a jar. All the other artists then came around me and told me how wonderful I had been. They each put more money in the jar for me, as a tip. I made myself move eventually, got my clothes on, and left.

This had been a wonderful experience. When I next saw James, he told me that I had done very well, but the group only liked to use each model once.

Some photos had been taken of me so that the artists could do paintings from them. They also sold the photos to collectors when they were finished with the painting, and the model always received the money from the sale.

James was true to his word – two years later, at the end of a session for a life drawing group, James handed me an envelope with nine hundred dollars.

This story was brought back to me a few weeks ago. This experience was very powerful to me, and I sometimes like to look at crucifixion artwork and photographs. I went onto a certain website, and saw that some photos of me were on the site.

There was a photo of me on the cross with my hips to one side; there was a photo of me with an enormous erection; and there was a photo of me with a stream of urine coming out of my dick. No one would possibly know that this had been me.

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Hello again! I want to thank those who commented and gave me a few pointers. I didn’t think I’d make so many mistakes and so I’m in the process of looking for an editor. If you’d like to be my editor, email me! Also, thank you to all who read my story. It really was an amazing feeling when I saw that people liked my story, especially since it’s my first time. ANYWAYS! I hope I did better! -Hugs to all from Angel-

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Cameron, Max,and Alex found a round table outside the cafeteria to sit. Other students huddled inside the cafeteria for warmth on the cold day. Cameron lifted his head in the cold breeze.

“Of course you would have us sit outside on the coldest day of the week,” Max said to Cameron.

“Oh, hush. And don’t be such a baby; it’s not that bad right Alex?”

Before Alex had the chance to respond, darkness covered Cameron vision. He jumped at the sudden movement and realized it was just someone’s hands covering his eyes.

“Guess who?” came the sing-song voice.

Cameron released a tired sigh. “Geez, Kat, you do that every time.”

“And every time I surprise you,” Kat said with a smile. “Now, how is my favorite gal pal hm?”

Katherine, better known as Kat, was a beautiful red headed girl. Her fun personality made any guy do a double take. The guys in school drooled over body and the girls would kill for her flawless curves. Why was she single and didn’t have every guy begging for a date? That’s because Kat didn’t want the guys begging but the girls.

“Ugh, would you stop calling me that. I know I’m gay but I’m not that girly.” Cameron huffed.

“So true. But you’re not that manly either,” Kat stuck her tongue out at Cameron.

“Now if we’re talking about real men…” She slid over to Max. “I’d be happy to rock your world.” Kat gave Max one of her sultry looks. Alex looked uneasy.

Max laughed. “Now sweetie, even if you played for my team, I’d be the one dominating, not you. Sorry.” Max moved a hand over his head to smooth out his black hair, giving Kat a flirty look back.

Kat pouted with her bottom lip out. “No fun at all Maxi. You’re supposed to be my flirt buddy.” Alex shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“Kat.” She looked at Cameron at the mention of her name. Cameron nodded towards Alex’s turned head. Kat mouthed ‘oh’ and quickly moved back, realizing her mistake.

“What wrong?” Max inquired.

“Nothing. Don’t worry about,” Kat quickly dismissed. “Anything special happen this morning guys?”

“Well, Cameron got all hot and bothered by Leon this morning. But then again, that’s nothing new.” Max smirked. Cameron glared at Max.

“Now, I just don’t get why you don’t tell him. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?” Kat asked.

“It’s very complicated, ok. I’ll talk to him when I’m good and ready.” Cameron answered.

Kat leaned forward, “You could be ready now. If I were you, I’d take my man, in my case woman, before somebody else does.”

Cameron turned to see what Kat was staring at. He looked toward the quad and saw Jenny, the girl he hated since he started high school, bouncing up to Leon (who was sitting at the stage with some friends.). Of course, Cameron wouldn’t hate someone without good reason. The only people he knew when he started high school were Max and Leon; they were also the only people who knew he was gay. That is, until Jenny found out. She caught Cameron staring at Leon in class numerous times and held no reservations telling the whole school. They didn’t live in a prejudice place but ignorant people can be a hassle. Now that this was the third year of high school, people eventually accepted it. There were still some jocks who gave him a hard time but he had great friends who supported him, especially Leon.

Jenny was the typical head cheerleader type, blond hair and all, though she wasn’t a cheerleader. She believed she had better things to do than wave pom-poms around. But everybody in school thought she was perfect for the role. Jenny had a great body but she also had a bad personality. If someone wasn’t worth her time, then she wanted nothing to do with that person. How the snobbish chick was popular and able to have friends was beyond Cameron.

Cameron smiled to himself when he saw Leon coolly dismiss Jenny. One of the things he loved most about Leon was that he wasn’t into people with bad personalities. And he wasn’t fooled by Jenny’s boobs or fake smile. Cameron felt evil for thinking such things, but it made him feel happy. Max and Kat looked at Cameron and knew exactly what he was thinking. They smiled at each other.

The bell sounded above them. “Well, I guess it’s time for class,” Kat sighed. “As much as I love Cameron giving Jen the illegal bahis evil eyes.” She smirked.

“Whatever,” Cameron said, “Come on, let’s go to class.”

Cameron quickly lost interest in history. What’s could possibly be more interesting than American history? ‘A lot of things,’ Cameron thought. ‘For instance…’ Cameron looked over at Leon a few seats ahead of him in the next row. It was nothing new for Cameron to fantasize but today he felt extra bored which led to extra fantasizing. He had P.E. with Leon last year, which Cameron was very grateful for. Seeing Leon, every day, taking off his shirt and showing a very sexy six-pack and die-hard chest, Cameron could do nothing but drool.

Cameron imagined himself and Leon alone in the locker room. He removed the towel around his waist and entered the showers. Water cascaded down Cameron’s smooth body as he put one hand in his hair and another over his chest. Cameron often enjoyed teasing himself into ecstasy. As Cameron was enjoying the spray of the shower on his body, Leon came up behind him, wrapping his arms around Cameron’s chest. Leon took the soap and washed every inch of Cameron, from his smooth stomach to his now hard cock. Cameron moaned and grabbed onto Leon’s arms to steady himself and to keep from falling due to his weak knees. Leon never once stopped his hand motions, instead moving his hand faster along Cameron’s length and rubbing his hairless sack.

“Cameron,” Leon whispered into his ear.

“Oh, Leon….yes,” Cameron moaned, letting his head fall back. His fantasy Leon took that invitation and began to suck on Cameron’s exposed neck. The sucking increased the sensation Cameron felt. He slid a hand into Leon’s brown locks and gripped tight. He pushed back against Leon, wanting to feel more. Cameron almost lost it when he felt Leon’s hard dick against his cheeks. Leon let the soap fall to the ground as he began to rub his rough hands along Cameron’s body. Leon turned Cameron around and shoved him against the wall.

Cameron felt Leon’s tongue begging for entrance by licking his bottom lip, and he happily obliged. Their tongues intertwined as their cocks grinded against one another. Cameron slipped his hands into Leon’s hair, loving the way their tongues slid wetly across each other. Leon’s tongue circled his and slid across the roof of Cameron’s mouth. Leon released Cameron’s mouth, both panting. Leon reached down and gripped both their cocks and began to move his hands. Cameron closed his eyes and waited for ecstasy to hit his body.

Abruptly, however, right before Cameron was getting to the good part, someone forced him out of the best fantasy he had so far. His teacher called his name. What a turn off.

“Mr. Evans? Is there a reason why you’re not paying attention?” said his teacher. The rest of the class laughed and turned to Cameron, expecting a good answer. Cameron blushed when he saw Leon look his way as well. How the hell was he supposed to look at Leon when he just had that day dream?

Max laughed next him, “I think there’s a good reason, but first you have to get him a bucket for the drool.” Max looked at Cameron knowingly and received an evil look in return. Fortunately for Cameron, the bell rang at just the right moment. He quickly gathered his things and dashed from the class. He waited at their lockers for Max.

“What was the hurry?” Max laughed.

“That was not cool. At all.” Cameron narrowed his eyes at his friend.

“Hey, I wasn’t the one who was having a wet day dream about a certain someone,” Max replied. “So was it good?”

“Oh my god, you wouldn’t believe… Hey, hey! Don’t try to get out of this! I’m still mad at you!”

Max laughed as Cameron gave him the evil eyes. Alex and Kat walked up and began to open their lockers next to Cameron and Max.

“What’s so funny?” Kat asked. Alex also tilted his head in question.

“Nothing.” Cameron sulked with his arms crossed. “If I’m in a bad mood it’s Maxi’s fault.”

“Don’t call me that. I only allow the people I like to call me that.” Max retorted with a smirk

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They all started to walk to class together since they had the same class. As they walked into Biology, Cameron cringed. Jenny was next to Leon, talking about something. Leon’s friends didn’t look happy about it either. In the class, there were lab tables that put the class into groups of four. Jenny sat in his seat (where he was next to Leon, which made Cameron more than ecstatic) and he wasn’t about to let her have her way. The teacher was strict with seating charts so Cameron wondered why she wasn’t asked to move.

“Hey, look,” Max pointed out. “We have a substitute.”

Everyone knew “substitute” meant do whatever in class and do a remedial assignment illegal bahis siteleri for homework. It also meant no seating chart. Cameron, Max, Kat, and Alex took an empty table next to Leon’s table. They were happy to have some relaxation time during school. The substitute seemed like their favorite type too: someone who was just there for a job and was playing Angry Birds at the desk.

“Well, look who it is.” John said leaning forward on the table. “Cameron, don’t pay too much attention to my good looks. I know I’m great, but I don’t swing that way.” John was one of the jocks that teased Cameron when he had nothing better to do. The first year of school was torture for Cameron; but as the years went on, Cameron quickly became annoyed.

“First of all, ew. I don’t like you, not in a million years or if you were the last guy on the planet. And two, I’m not into small, useless dicks, pun intended.” Cameron replied. The part of the class heard their conversation and laughed.

John grabbed Cameron’s hoodie roughly. Max got up from his seat, willing to do anything, if necessary. Leon, at the next table, looked ready to intervene as well.

“Does that mean you looked at me in the locker rooms, fag.” John said in anger.

“I only needed to look once to know you’re just like your dick: small, ugly, and nothing to it.” Cameron replied. John raised his fist, ready to hit, until the substitute interrupted.

“Alright, I’m taking attendance so everyone sit down.”

John pushed Cameron back. His eyes promised consequences. However, John didn’t miss the looks he received from Max—and Leon. After attendance, the substitute continued his game on his phone and the students resumed their talking.

“Oh my, I haven’t seen you act like that in a while Cameron.” Kat smiled, clearly satisfied with his actions.

“I’m just tired of the bullshit. I definitely don’t need or deserve it.” Cameron exasperated.

“But it doesn’t look like he’ll forget it any time soon.” Alex mumbled.

“Neither will I.” Leon laughed, walking up to their table.

“L-Leon, you heard that?” Cameron stuttered.

“Yup. I didn’t know you had wondering eyes, Cam.” Leon teased.

“Oh, if only you knew.” Max had to get his two cents in. Kat giggled and Alex elbowed Max.

“Shush.” Alex put a finger on his lips and looked at Max, an action that looked childish but was cute when Alex did it. And as usual, Max listened.

“You know, I need a partner for the project. Cam, you interested?” Leon asked, turning his eyes from Max and Alex to Cameron.

“W-what? Really? What about your friends at the table?” Cameron pointed to Leon’s table. Leon’s friends looked bored and tortured while Jenny was talking.

“They thought I’d pick Jenny to work with me, so they already partnered up. Come on, please?” Leon used his best puppy dog eyes. Cameron felt defenseless.

“He’ll do it.” Max, Kat, and even Alex answered at the same time.

“Hey! I can answer myself, thank you!” Leon, Max, Kat, and Alex looked at Cameron expectantly. Cameron shifted in his seat a couple times. Time seemed to pass by slowly.

“Okay.” Cameron finally agreed.

Leon smiled, “Alright. We can go to my house after school, or do you prefer your house?”

Cameron’s thoughts shifted to his parents being home and he quickly denied, “No way. Your house.”

“Okay I’ll see you later then. I gotta find a way to get Ms. Prissy to leave us alone.” Leon walked back to his table.

“Ooh, Cameron’s gonna get a boyfriend! Cameron’s gonna get a boyfriend!” Kat sang.

“Oh, please,” Cameron rolled his eyes. “We’re working on a project; there’s nothing romantic about that.”

“Unless you get him to take his shirt off.” Alex muttered with his eyes casted down. They all suddenly turned to Alex. He jerked up, surprised when three pairs of eyes zeroed in on him.

“Well, now we know what Alex thinks about when he’s so quiet.” Cameron smirked. Kat nodded her head in agreement.

“Ugh, let’s change the subject. I’m not really into knowing what Leon looks like without a shirt.” Max said, clearly disinterested.

“It’s your fault for being the only straight one. I could think about girls with you, dear!” Kat clapped her hands excitedly. They all laughed and class passed by pretty quickly.

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It was already the afternoon and lunch time. Cameron told the others to wait for him at their usual spot while he put things away in his locker.

“Hey”

Cameron jumped in surprise. He calmed himself when he saw it was Leon. “Geez, are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“Ha-ha. Sorry.” Leon smiled, leaning against the lockers. Cameron canlı bahis siteleri couldn’t help but stare. Leon looked so cool and casual, with his hair falling slightly into his eyes.

“So, what’s up?” Cameron collected himself.

Leon’s face suddenly wore a conflicted emotion. His body language supported the tense atmosphere; his arms were crossed and he seemed sort of stressed.

“What’s wrong?” Cameron was very concerned. There weren’t many things that Leon worried over. He always handled things calmly. The only time Cameron saw Leon lose control was when some kids teased Cameron about being gay when they were younger. Leon and the kids got into a fight—literally, a fist fight.

“I was so angry at John for the way he treated you today.” He muttered angrily.

“Oh. Don’t worry about that. It was nothing. I’m glad I’m able to defend myself instead of depending on you all the time.” Cameron smiled. Leon was concerned about him. How sweet, he thought.

“Well, what if I don’t want you to stop depending on me.” Leon moved closer to Cameron.

“What do you mean?” Cameron was sort of taken aback. He hasn’t seen Leon act like this before.

“Cameron, I don’t want anyone to tease you but me. I don’t want people to mess with you. And I definitely hate it when Max knows more about you than I do.” Leon stared straight into Cameron’s eyes. It’s been a long time since Leon said ‘Cameron’ instead of ‘Cam’—well, excluding some fantasies.

“I don’t understand. Sure, people tease me, but not much anymore. And of course Max knows more about me; we’ve been friends since we were kids.” Cameron replied slightly confused. Where was Leon getting at?

Leon sighed. Clearly, Cameron didn’t understand what he was really trying to say.

“Cameron. We’ve been friends for a long time too right?” Cameron nodded. “I remember how closed off you were when we met. And I was so happy when I finally got you to open up, even when I already knew a few things about you.” Leon continued.

“Wait–,” Cameron interrupted. “What do you mean ‘already knew’?”

Leon grimaced. Apparently, he didn’t mean to let that slip. “Well…uh, you see… I was already suspicious that you were gay. I saw you stare at me a couple times.”

Cameron looked mortified. And yet, Leon continued.

“So, to make sure…I called a girl over…”

“The girl that you said that came over out of nowhere. You planned for her to come…” Cameron trailed off.

Three days after they met, Leon and Cameron were beginning to develop a good friendship. When they were playing in Leon’s backyard, a girl happily skipped through the open fence to play, seemingly uninvited. Cameron was uncomfortable with her there, but Leon agreed. When she tried to kiss Leon, he pushed her into Cameron.

“Cameron thinks you’re really cute. Why don’t you kiss him?” The young Leon said.

And she tried. The girl was happy someone took an interest in her. Cameron saw no other way out of the situation besides shouting, “N-no! I’m gay!” The girl ran off crying, thinking they played a cruel joke. The wide-eyed Cameron ran home, shocked that he told his secret. It would be about four days until they reconciled and started hanging out again.

Cameron was shocked. One of the most terrifying times of his life was caused by a person he thought he could trust.

“How could you?”

“Cameron, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just—”

“Well you did. How was I supposed to act? What was I supposed to say? ‘Oh yes, I’m gay. Now get that girl out of here so I can kiss you instead’. Before I started school here, I was afraid to come out. And you treat it like a joke.” In the midst of his anger, Cameron failed to realize that he admitted to wanting to kiss Leon. However, Leon didn’t miss it at all.

“Cameron…I’m sorry.” Leon didn’t know what else to say.

“Forget it, Leon.” Cameron turned to walk away until Leon grabbed him and pushed him against the lockers, covering Cameron with his body.

They stared at each other. If it wasn’t for his anger, Cameron would consider this moment a blessing. But, he didn’t want to let Leon off that easy.

“Leon, leave me—”Cameron was silenced by Leon’s lips.

Leon was tired of the conversation. He didn’t mean for it to turn out the way it did. Leon merely wanted to tell Cameron that he was fascinated by Cameron the day they met, and that those feelings turned into something more. When he saw Cameron stand up to John, it was an eye opener. He saw Max next to him instead of himself; and that pissed him off.

Cameron was unable to think. His mind went completely blank. His crush just kissed him. Leon just kissed him. The same Leon he knew since he was fourteen. The same Leon he always loved. For a brief moment, Cameron thought it was a dream, until Leon pulled back and stared into his eyes. Leon turned his head, looked back at Cameron, and walked off. He left a dumbfounded Cameron leaning against the lockers with bruised lips.

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Amy sat in the coffee shop, she was feeling somewhat uneasy about the meeting, in fact Amy did not know why she had rung Jade, Amy did not know her own intentions, she was attracted to the young Asian women , she knew the feeling of her taking control in the nightclub that night had turned her on. Amy kept telling herself that she just needed to go with the flow and the fact she had not had a sexual encounter with another female before, should not stand in her way of getting to know Jade.

Amy fidgeted at the table constantly twirling her blonde locks and checking the time on her watch every few minutes, as she ordered another coffee a petite young Asian woman approached her table.

“Hi Amy it’s me Jade,” she said and leaned into Amy giving her a moist peck on her cheek. Amy smiled and returned the greeting.

Jade sat opposite Amy and ordered a coffee. Jade looked exactly as Amy had remembered her spiky black hair stiff and cut at criss cross angles, her smooth skin unblemished by makeup; her green eyes sparkled with a tinge of naughtiness. Jade’s petite body hugged the light blue short summer dress she was wearing encapsulating her firm nipples.

The two talked for hours until their conversation whittled to silence. Amy stared deep into Jades dark green eyes they were transfixing, Amy could feel the wetness start to flow between her legs, at first Amy tried to control her desire however the sensuality that radiated from Jades eyes soon took over Amy’s resistance. Amy could feel Jade reaching deep within her soul touching all the scars of past relationships and healing them, a sense of security and warmth filled Amy’s body.

“I need a real drink, how about you?” Jade enquired and motioned to the waiter she would like to place an order.

The waiter returned with the bottle of red wine Jade had ordered and poured it, Jade took a long gulp, ” I needed that, now where were we?” she said.

“You were staring deep into my eyes making me all wet,” Amy replied.

Her answer catching herself off guard it was unlike Amy to be so forthright, Jade smiled.

“I brought canlı bahis şirketleri you a present, I hope it is not too presumptuous of me,” she said.

Jade pulled out a package wrapped in pink tissue paper from her handbag and handed it to Amy.

“You might want to be a little discreet when you open it,” Jade whispered.

Amy thanked Jade and held the package slightly under the table unwrapping it slowly not to draw any unwanted attention from the other coffee shop patrons, Amy could feel the heat rush to her face as she politely smiled to try to hide her embarrassment.

“I thought you and I could go someplace quiet and try it,” Jade said.

Amy stared at the large strap on cock, she couldn’t help think how big it was and how she wanted to feel it inside of her. Amy pushed the strap on dick into her handbag and took a long swirl from her glass, then looked at Jade.

“There’s no point in hanging around here lets go back to my place,” Amy said, and stood up grabbing Jade by the hand pulling her onto her feet and quickly whisking her into the street, before Jade knew what was happening Amy had hailed a cab and bundled her into it. Amy’s spur of the moment decision was made with deliberate haste she did not want her Dutch courage to disappear.

Amy leaned forward towards the cab driver telling him her address and there would be another ten dollars if he could deliver them there as quick as possible. Amy sat nervously looking out the window not saying a word her hands pushed tight in between her thighs trying to hide her anxiety, she felt Jade’s hand upon hers and she turned to look at Jade.

Jade smiled and looked down towards her lap, Amy’s eyes followed and Jade slowly pulled her skirt up along her sleek thighs exposing more and more smooth skin to Amy. Amy felt the warmth between her legs increase, Jade continued her tease until Amy could see Jades pouting lips; Jade slid a little down on the back seat and opened her legs slightly. Amy looked out the corner of her eye to see if the cab driver could see Jades show; he quickly stopped looking in the rear vision mirror and returned his concentration to the road ahead.

Amy returned her focus back to Jades pussy. Jade licked two fingers and slid them down across her swollen lips gently parting them, her pink pussy glistening from her wetness. Amy leaned into Jade and gave her a long deep kiss her tongue exploring Jades mouth, their passion suddenly interrupted by the jolt of the cab stopping.

“Here you go girls, I get off in another hour maybe I could?”

Before the cabbie could finish his sentence canlı kaçak iddaa both Amy and Jade had already left the cab and Amy was hurriedly searching for her keys, once she found them the two women quickly disappeared into the apartment.

Amy pushed Jade against the front door uncontrollably kissing her passionately running her hands through Jades spiky black hair, Jade wrapped her leg around Amy pushing her wanting cunt into Amy’s hip, Amy responded by grabbing Jades small firm arse and lifting her closer with each grind. Amy grabbed Jades hand and led her up the stairs to her bedroom.

Amy sat on the edge of her bed and watched Jade undress, Jade lifted her dress exposing her pert tear drop shaped breasts, her nipples pushed upward greeting the fresh warm air, Jade ran her hands through her hair releasing a sigh from her mouth as her wet pussy succumbed to Amy’s tongue. Jade pulled Amy’s head in tight towards her as Amy explored her wet cunt, Amy’s tongue parted Jades puffy lips and glided along with ease tasting Jades juices, her tongue finally coming to rest on Jades hardened clit.

Amy grabbed Jades arse cheeks spreading them pulling Jade closer and as she buried her face deep into Jades hot wet cunt. Jade kneaded her breasts and rolled her nipples between her thumbs and fingers pulling at them as Amy’s tongue darted across her aching clit. Jades knees started to tremble as she could feel the intensity building deep within inside her, and as Amy sucked hard on Jades clit her orgasm erupted, Jade bit down on her bottom lip as her body convulsed with each spasm.

Jade pulled Amy up and deep kissed her, running her tongue over Amy’s lips savouring the taste of Amy’s lipstick and her own juices. Jade moved Amy towards the bed and gently laid her onto it, and began to undress her, Jade pulled down Amy’s jeans her panties coming off at the same time, Amy’s hips bucked at the sensation of her soddened cunt naked against the air, her breasts ached and pushed forward as Jade unclasped them from their confines. Jade lay gently on top of Amy the softness of their skin touching each others.

Jade gently caressed Amy’s plentiful breasts cupping each one in her hands as she softly kissed her neck, Jade ran her tongue tenderly along Amy’s skin until she reached her large erect nipples lapping at each nipple with her tongue lightly drawing them into her mouth one at a time and suckling on them, Amy’s back arched from the touch of another women her ache burning inside.

Jade ran her tongue along Amy’s body across her soft taught stomach over her tightly cropped pubic hair and canlı kaçak bahis then lovingly along Amy’s waiting pouted pussy lips. Amy let out a whimper as Jades tongue discovered Amy’s protruding clit, her tongue expertly flicking across it , Amy grabbed at her bed sheets her knuckles white from the tension, trying to hold on savouring as much of the moment as she could. Jade sucked Amy’s hard clit with her puckered lips, Amy’ threw her head back as she let out a wild scream as her orgasm exploded through her body her tender thighs locking onto Jades head willing for her to continue the pleasure, ever so slowly Jade released her hold on Amy’s pleasure button and gently kissed Amy’s inner thighs until Amy calmed.

Jade motioned Amy to lie face down on the bed, Amy obliged. Jade placed herself between Amy’s thighs and ran her hands along the back of Amy’s legs the sensation causing little goose bumps to appear, Jade continued with her caress slowly inching her way closer to Amy’s drenched cunt, running her hands along the inside of Amy’s thighs and just before she reached Amy’s pussy circled her hands away and downwards along the outside of her legs. Jade repeated the process until Amy begged for more pleasure..

With one swift motion Jade hooked her hands up under Amy’s thighs lifting Amy’s arse upward exposing her tight pink arse and forcing her pouted lips to part, as Jade did this she rested the large thick strap on cock against the small of Amy’s back. Amy pushed her pussy closer wanting to be filled by the dildo, Jade teasingly slid the strap on over Amy’s arse resting it there for a moment before she continued her tease until she finally rested the tip of the cock against Amy’s hole.

Amy spread her legs as wide as she could and leaned back against the monster cock, Jade leaned in towards Amy sliding the cock slowly into Amy’s tight cunt. Amy wanted to be filled and pushed the cock deep inside her.

“Fuck me hard, I want you to fuck me,” Amy seductively whispered.

Jade responded to Amy’s request, slowly moving back and forth increasing her rhythm with each thrust, she could feel Amy’s body start to tense, Jade slid her fingers down into her pussy pumping them deep inside of her in time with her hips as she pumped the cock into Amy’s wanting tight hole. Jade felt her pussy muscles contract around her fingers as her orgasm erupted forcing her to push the cock fully into Amy, the sensation of Jades body gyrating from her orgasm sent Amy over the top and she furiously pumped her cunt up and down the cock, Amy paused momentarily as if frozen in time as her orgasm crescendo through her body and with one final jerk she let out an almighty scream.

Amy’s collapsed on to her bed, Jade following her motion.

“I have a confession to make, this was my first time with a woman,” Amy declared.

Jade smiled.

“Me too.”

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Choosing his words carefully to try and minimize the shock his story would surely invoke in the older woman, Robbie first asked Zelda, “Grandma, how do you feel about sexual relations between blood relatives?”

“You mean incest?” she asked, obviously surprised at the question. “I guess I never thought too much about it. I don’t suppose there’s really any harm in it as long as everyone involved is doing it voluntarily and nobody’s forced or anything. Why do you ask?”

“Well, the story I’m about to tell you involves a lot of sexual activity between close family members, including my mother and I. And since incest is illegal and a moral outrage in most of the country, I wanted to be sure you weren’t going to run screaming for the authorities or toss me out on my ass “

“You’ve had sex with your mother?” exclaimed Zelda. “With my daughter? Are you serious?”

But before Robbie could respond, she went on, “I can certainly understand why she’d want to sleep with you, though. Don’t worry! I’m not about to call the cops – OR throw you on your ass. I wouldn’t want to bruise that cute little tush of yours,” she giggled. “I’ve never been much on religion and even though I never remarried, it certainly wasn’t because I’m a prude. And this is a story I really want to hear.”

“Well,” began Robbie, “I guess I’ve always kinda had the hots for Mom for as long as I can remember. But I never knew she felt the same way until her wedding day. Mom actually seduced me in the wedding chapel right after the ceremony.”

“You’re kidding,” gushed Zelda. “You mean she actually fucked you right there in the church while her new husband was waiting just outside? Oh, she’s my daughter, all right. I can see myself doing the same thing if I ever had the opportunity. ‘Course at my age, I doubt that’s ever gonna happen. Especially with a handsome, young hunk like you,” she grinned.

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” murmured Chet.

“What’s that, Dear?” asked Zelda. “Did you say something?”

“Oh, no ma-am,” stammered Chet. “Just kinda thinking out loud for a minute. Don’t pay me no mind. Go on with your story, Rob.”

Robbie went on with the details of the first time he had made love to his gorgeous mother and told Zelda that before he actually fucked Sherrie, she had given him the best blowjob he’d ever had and he’d been equally as generous in eating her pussy.”

“Oh, my, Robbie,” stammered his grandmother. “I can’t believe this. You’re making your ol’ Gramma hot as hell. Christ! I haven’t been this turned on since my own wedding night. But wasn’t her husband upset with her spending all that time with you?”

“Yeah, go on Robbie,” grinned Chet. “Tell her what your new stepfather was doing while you were balling his bride.”

“Shut up, Chet,” groused Rob. “I’m telling this story. Just sit there and diddle yourself or something.”

“No, Grandma, Don wasn’t the least bit upset. He was being well entertained by Chet’s luscious sister at the time. Darla was Mom’s bridesmaid and, as I found out later, was in on the plot the whole time. She’d been lusting after Don from the first time she met him.”

“But that’s not the end of the story. Are you sure you want me to continue,” he asked.

“Oh, hell yes,” said his grandmother. “You mean there’s more? Shoot, I don’t think I can get any wetter than I already am.”

“Yeah, he’s getting me all turned on too,” laughed Chet. “And I already heard the story from Darla.”

“Hell man, you’re always turned on,” snorted Robbie. “Chet’s been fucking his sister since they were kids, so incest is no big deal for him. Now stop interrupting.”

“Yes, Sir!” chirped his young, black friend. “Whatever you say, Sir. Marines are kinda bossy, aren’t they?” he said to Zelda.

Robbie feigned a punch at Chet and then commenced to tell the older woman about Don and Sherrie inviting him to go on their honeymoon with them and of the wonderful time they had had on Incest Island.

Robbie concluded his tale with a recitation of the details of the Annual Orgy and the Islands tradition of the elder’s “first rights” to the virginity of the “Birthday Girl and Boy”. It was apparent that his grandmother was profoundly affected by the lewd eroticism of the story. And from the bulges developing in the pants of the two young men, it was equally obvious that they, too, were becoming as aroused as their older companion was.

“Robbie, are you going to tell her about the pictures we found?” asked Chet with a lascivious grin on his face.

“What pictures?” asked Zelda, eyeing her handsome grandson with curiosity.

“I’ll do better than tell you about them,” said Robbie, pulling the compromising photos out of his tunic pocket and spreading them out on the coffee table. “I’ll show them to you. Mom told me I could find these pictures in her attic so I brought them along in case you needed verification of what I wanted to tell you.”

“Oh, my lord,” gasped the fascinated woman. “Is that who I think güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri it is? That has to be Sherrie fucking her father. Why, she looks just like me at that age. And that has to be Jerry getting his dick sucked by my husband. My god! These are incredible. I don’t think I’ve ever been so horny in my life, if you’ll excuse me for being so blunt.”

“We also found these,” grinned Robbie as he laid out the ones of Zelda and Gerald in various sexual acts. “You were pretty hot yourself back then, weren’t you?”

“Oh, this is so embarrassing,” exclaimed the grandmother. “I can’t believe Gerald kept these and even shared them with our children. That’s really perverted in a wonderful sort of way. I’d forgotten all about these pictures and just assumed that Gerald had destroyed them after I left.”

“I’m afraid you’ve got another shock coming,” smiled Rob. “I just learned a short time ago that Grampa Gerald was also my father. I always thought that Uncle Jerry was my real Dad and didn’t know that he was my uncle too. Mom told me that she didn’t learn that she was pregnant by her father until a short time after he was killed. So she and Uncle Jerry moved to a new town after Grandpa died and lived together as husband and wife. She didn’t tell me the facts of my birth until after you called her.”

“I think I need another drink,” sighed Zelda. “A strong one! Can I get you boys a fresh one, too? This is just too much for an old woman to digest all at once.”

“Aw, you’re not that old,” said Chet with a lewd grin. “And, I must say, you’ve aged quite well from what I can see.”

“My, my. Aren’t you the sweet talker,” chuckled the woman. “I’ll bet you say that to all the old biddies.”

“Only the ones with looks as good as yours,” laughed the young man. “And there aren’t many of those that I’ve met. If your still anything like these pictures, you’ve got to be one hot number”

“And you’re a very naughty boy, making fun of a frustrated old lady that way,” she replied.

Looking pointedly at the “tents” that had formed in Robbie’s and Chet’s trousers, she said, “I don’t suppose you two handsome young men would be interested in relieving some of that frustration would you? This whole conversation has my pussy dripping, that’s for sure. I could really use a ‘mercy fuck’ about now… Or any kind of fuck for that matter. It’s been longer since I’ve been laid. than I care to think about and I’m as horny as I can ever remember being.”

“Well, Gramma, I can promise you one thing,” smiled Robbie as he took her in his arms and slipped a hand down the front of her blouse to fondle her still firm breasts and engorged nipples. “It certainly won’t be a ‘mercy fuck’ on my part. You’re still a very beautiful and sexy woman.”

“I’ll drink to that!” laughed Chet, moving over beside Robbie’s grandmother and running his hand under her skirt and up the inside of her thighs to caress her moist and swollen pussy lips.

“And I bet you taste as good as you feel,” he whispered as he gently licked and nibbled on the lobe of her ear. “Have you ever had your pussy eaten by a horny, black boy before?”

“Not that I can recall,” gasped the older woman as she responded to the intense sensations of Chet’s fingers probing her soaking pussy and her grandson’s groping hands on her, now exposed, tits. “But I guess there’s a first time for everything if you’re willing to oblige this ol’ gal.”

“With pleasure,” grinned Chet as he eased himself between her legs and slipping her drenched panties off of her long, shapely legs, he concentrated on licking the sweet juices flowing from her overheated pussy and sucking on her engorged clit.

While Chet was lavishing his grandmother’s eager pussy with his hot lips and probing tongue, Robbie unzipped his trousers and freed his rock hard cock from the confines of his pants as he continued to kiss and stroke the older woman’s bare breasts and lick her hard nipples. He took her hand and placed it on his exposed cock and swollen balls. “How does that feel, Gramma? What do you think of your grandson’s cock? Wouldn’t you like to suck it?”

“Oh yes, Darling,” she gasped. “Feed me your beautiful prick. Let Gramma suck your cock and lick your cum filled balls.”

As Robbie complied with his grandmother’s obscene request, Chet increased the intensity of his tongue attack on her pussy and it wasn’t long before the sex starved woman was exploding in the first of what promised to be many orgasms provided by the handsome young Marine and his equally gorgeous friend.

Coming up for air after the woman’s shuddering spasms began to subside, Chet, slipped out of his shirt and pants and began to stroke his stiff, black cock as he avidly watched the matronly woman sucking and licking his friend’s hard on. “Shall we share, Robbie,” he grinned as he rubbed the swollen head of his big dick across Zelda’s full, red lips. Without waiting for an answer, the lusty woman grasped his long ebony shaft güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri and began to alternately suck first one young cock and then the other. It wasn’t long before both young men were spewing their steaming cum deep into her throat and onto her flushed face and exposed tits.

“Oh, god, that was wonderful,” sighed Zelda as they all tried to catch their breath again. “I’ve never sucked off two guys at the same time before – black or white! What would you say to getting out of the rest of these clothes and moving into the bedroom for some serious fucking? I’m still as horny as a nanny goat.”

“Sounds good to me,” laughed Robbie as he removed the rest of his uniform. “I can’t wait to stuff my cock into my new found grandma’s pussy for the first time.”

Lying naked together on Zelda’s big bed, the three sex crazed lovers explored every inch of each other’s exposed bodies with hands, lips and tongues.

“You know what, Robbie?” grinned Chet mischievously. “I’ll bet this sweet grandma of yours ain’t never been fucked by two guys at the same time either. “How ’bout it, Gramma B? Wanta see if you can take these two hard cocks at once?”

“Oh, damn,” replied Zelda worriedly . “I don’t know if I can handle that or not. You’re both so BIG and I haven’t had my little ol’ pussy stretched out in so long I don’t know if I can take two of you at the same time. But I’d sure like to try,” she giggled. Maybe if I start with this handsome, young grandson of mine, he might just get me loosened up enough that I can get you both into me.

Rolling over on top of Robbie, she pressed her steaming cunt against the head of his cock and slowly impaled herself on his stiff shaft. Chet moved behind her and started rubbing his ebony manhood over Robbie’s balls and the base of his cock and between the soft cheeks of the woman’s ass. Pressing the head of his big prick against her puckered anus, he slowly inched his way into her virgin rear end.

Groaning and gasping from the initial pain of this unexpected invasion, she tried momentarily to pull away from his penetrating member. But Chet was relentless in his attack and with one determined thrust, he was soon buried deeply into the older woman’s back door, his huge balls slapping obscenely against his friend’s cum swollen testicles. Simultaneously, Robbie thrust upwards into his grandmother’s tightly gripping love tunnel and gradually they fell into a rapidly increasing rhythm that soon had them all groaning and crying out their ecstasy as they came together in one climatic orgasm after another.

Later, as the satiated trio regained their normal breathing, Zelda began to cry softly as she lay exhausted between her two young lovers. “I’ve never felt anything like that before in my life,” she sobbed. “Oh God, Robbie, that was so wonderful. I just hate myself for all the years I’ve wasted in my stupid life. I’d give anything if I could have known your mother and my son when they were growing up. Gerald was such a lucky guy even if he did have to die at such a young age. I’ve missed so much, not the least of which was knowing about you and watching you grow into such a fine young man.”

“Don’t cry, Love,” crooned her grandson. “We’ve found you now and I think we’ll have a wonderful time making up for all those lost years. Why don’t you pack up a few things and let’s drive back down to Mom’s. You can meet Chet’s beautiful little sister and then maybe she can close up the shop for a few days and we can all fly out to the Island for a family reunion.”

“Oh, Robbie! Do you think we could?” she pleaded. “But don’t you have to get back to your base or something? And what if Sherri doesn’t want me in her life? Do you really think she’ll have me back after all this time? Oh, I would so love it if that could all come true.”

“Well,” smiled Robbie. “There’s only one way to find out, isn’t there? But somehow I don’t think you have a thing to worry about. I’ve still got a couple of weeks before I have to report to Pensacola to start flight training and, frankly I’m kinda anxious to see Mom and Don again – not to mention Kallia and Josh and the rest of the ‘family’. Whata you think, Chet? Can you and Darla get away for a few days to visit the Island and meet all the folks there? I think I can safely promise you that it’ll be the wildest time you’ll ever have in this life,” he grinned.

“I can’t speak for Darla, of course,” replied Chet with a smile on his handsome face. “But I’d happily give my left nut to go with you. I’ve still got the hots for that gorgeous mother of yours and from what you’ve told me, I can’t wait to meet that ‘Birthday Girl’ and her twin brother you’re so fond of.”

“That’s settled then,” said Rob. “Come on, Grandma Z. Go throw some things in a bag and let’s get out of here. You won’t need to take much. You can check out Darla’s boutique if you need anything else. And besides, nobody wears much of anything on the island anyway,” he added with a grin.

“Well, güvenilir bahis şirketleri if you really think it’ll be okay,” replied his grandmother, still a bit hesitant. “I’d give anything to go with you. I’ve missed Sherri so much all these years.”

“Stop worrying, Gramma,” laughed Robbie. “There isn’t a doubt in my itty bitty mind that you’ll fit right in with all the folks on the island, and I just know you’re gonna love Grampa Jess and Gramma Sophie. So let’s get going shall we?”

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Driving back to Sherri’s home town, Zelda was as excited as she had ever been in her entire life. She knew she must still be in a mild state of shock at the events that had unfolded so rapidly on this wonderful day. Riding between the two most handsome and viral young men she had ever had the pleasure of being around, she still could not believe the incredible changes that had occurred in her life so suddenly and dramatically. She had not only gained a gorgeous grandson that she had not known even existed, she was actually on her way to re-uniting with her beloved daughter and new son-in-law.

Robbie had called his mother on the island while Zelda was busy packing a few things and then put his grandmother on the phone. Her conversation with her daughter had been brief but tear filled as Sherri had assured her that not only would she be welcome, but that Sherri could hardly wait for her to get there.

Now, as they drove along, the three of them chattered excitedly about their coming adventure and Zelda could not resist stroking the semi hard cocks of the boys through their trousers. Still feeling like the most wicked and wanton woman in the world she giggled and squirmed as Chet and her adored grandson took turns running their hands between her stocking clad thighs and rubbing her naked and insatiable pussy. Despite the short distance they had to travel, Zelda happily experienced several very intense orgasms from the young men’s probing fingers.

Chet had called Darla before they started back and told her briefly of their plans. She had agreed immediately and said she’d throw some things into a bag for both of them and they could all pick her up at the shop and then head out to the airport from there.

When they pulled up to Darla’s boutique and went inside, Robbie introduced his grandmother to the lovely black woman and it was obvious that the two women took to each other immediately. Looking around at the merchandise on display while Darla completed a few things before closing the shop, Zelda mentioned that she hadn’t thought to bring a swim suit and she should probably buy some new lingerie as well.

“I think I’ve got just the things for you,” smiled Darla. “We’ve got some time before we have to leave to catch the plane, so why don’t you two guys go grab a bite to eat or something and I’ll help Zelda pick out a few things?”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll enjoy that,” said Chet with a lewd grin. “You get your jollies helping the pretty ladies try on their ‘unmentionables’ don’t ya?”

“Get outta here, you cretin,” groused Darla. “This is strictly girl stuff and you’ve got a dirty mind to boot. Go on, before I smack you one.”

Giving Zelda a wink and a grin, Chet smirked at his sexy sister and he and Rob walked out the door, laughing as they went.

After the door closed behind the grinning young men, Darla looked the older woman up and down; professionally gauging her various shapes, dimensions and skin tones. “Hmmm, you have a lovely body,” she told Zelda, appreciatively.

“‘For a woman my age’, you forgot to add,” blushed Zelda shyly.

“For a woman of any age,” said Darla seriously. Quickly she selected several wispy bras, diaphanous gowns, thong panties, garter belts, several pairs of nylons and various bikini and skimpy one and two piece bathing suits.

“Oh, my dear,” protested Zelda as Darla gathered up the beautiful garments. “I can’t buy anything like that. I’ve always managed on my tight budget, but I could never afford things as nice as these.”

“You haven’t bought anything yet,” said Darla with a smile. “You’re just trying these on for size. Come on, the changing rooms are back this way.”

Unlike the crowded and cramped cubicles of most stores of this kind, Darla’s dressing rooms were large and luxuriously furnished and decorated with full length mirrors everywhere. Standing behind the older woman and gazing at their reflections in the mirrors, she said, “Here, let me help you out of your things. I think you’re going to like the feel of these.”

Slowly removing Zelda’s blouse, and skirt, Darla ran her hands down and across the older woman’s shoulders and cupped her breasts in both hands and tweaked her nipples to make them stand out prominently in their darker circles. “You have very nice breasts,” she commented as she looked directly into the eyes of the woman’s reflection. “And I see you’re not much for wearing underwear either,” she chuckled.

“Well certainly not when I’m in the company of such gorgeous and horny hunks as those two boys,” laughed Zelda. They certainly seemed to like my tits.”

“I’ll just bet they did,” giggled the younger woman. “I’d also wager that they wouldn’t hesitate a second to fuck you silly if you gave them half a chance.”

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I was visiting my friend Amber that night. Her roomate Kate was away at her boyfriend’s house and we planned on getting together for a fun night of drinking and just enjoying each others company. Amber was cute, a blonde just like me, one of the many things we had in common. We were drinking and chatting away and as we became more and more inebriated, we decided to watch a film together. I don’t really recall what it was about, but as it ended we found ourselves lounging on the sofa next too each other.

We were both drunk to the point of silliness by then and I laughed as Amber crawled unsteadily towards the DVD player in the lounge. She fumbled about the case as she went through all the DVDs, but she couldn’t find anything that interested us.

“I’m going to check Kate’s room to have a look for one,” she said with a smirk, and I poured more wine as I waited

A few minutes passed and then Amber came back in the lounge waving an unlabeled black disc.

“All I could find is this.” The black disc started to play and we both laughed as the screen showed a girl sucking a cock.

“Oh, my god,” I shrieked. “What have you put on?” I asked.

Amber laughed. “I am too pissed to move so lets just watch it.”

My eyes were drawn to the screen as I could hear a woman moaning. As I looked at the woman, she was having a huge cock slide slowly into her pussy and suddenly my own pussy started tingling as I watched.

The mood in the room changed and we sat in silence looking at the screen. Amber was engrossed in what was happening. As I looked at the screen the woman was being fucked really hard, screaming and rubbing her clit.

I could feel the heat between my legs starting to build. I thought fuck this is hot, but I can not get turned on here with my friend! I kept watching silently as the girl on the TV slowly lowered her pussy onto the huge cock. I remembered the feeling and my pussy ached for the same. The woman then wanked the guys cock as he exploded all over her hands.

Amber laughed, saying, “Oh, what a mess.”

At last canlı bahis the awkward silence was broken and I laughed too.

“That was loads,” giggled Amber.

Thank god I thought. I couldn’t take much more, my body was betraying me by becoming excited in my friend’s lounge. The TV was soon filled with more moans.

As I looked at the screen two woman were kissing deeply. I watched as their tongues filled each others mouths and they pulled each others clothes off. With their naked bodies now rubbing each other, I peeked at Amber who was glued to the TV.

Amber finally spoke. “Girls are far hotter to watch.”

I did not say a word. I just looked back as the girls where using toys on each others pussies. I felt mine starting to get wet.

I looked at Amber, she was wearing a short pink top and black shorts. Her finger’s were tracing over her tummy. They kept running up and down and it was turning me on, watching every movement of her fingers.

The noise from the TV filled the room with moans as the girls got each other off. I couldn’t take it. I was now getting really wet. My pussy was throbbing and I kept sneaking glances at Amber. Her hand was still tracing her tummy, but now getting high near her nipple. My mind raced thinking how I just wanted to touch my own nipple.

My nipples where turning hard and rubbing on the material of my tight top. I was almost starting to breathe heavy. I looked back at the TV, one girl was bent over whilst the other used a toy from behind, fucking the other girl hard.

Finally it finished, Amber jumped up saying, “l will make your bed for you.”

There I was in her lounge totally drunk! I didn’t want to move as I felt so wet. I was secretly glad the film was over as I could not take watching it any more. Amber called down for me.

Amber’s double bed had a pull out sofa. Amber offered, “You have my bed; its only fair because you’re my guest.”

She gave me a cuddle and pulled me so close that I felt her body. I was scared she might feel my wetness through my soaked shorts. Then bahis siteleri Amber got into the sofa bed and I got into her own large double bed.

Amber turned out the light. I just lay there with the red light of the alarm clock filling the room. My mind was racing. I could not stop thinking of the dirty film. I tried to sleep but could not as my body was wanting attention. My mind wondered to the guy slamming his massive cock into the woman.

My pussy was tingling again. Without knowing it my hand had slipped inside my top and was rubbing my nipple gently. I realised what I was doing and stopped. I can’t I thought, I am inches from my friend. I am in her bed, what I am thinking? Again I tried to clear my mind and forget, but I just could not sleep. My mind now thinking of the naughty girls fingering each others wet pussies.

I looked at the clock and an hour had passed with no sleep. As I looked at the clock again I could see Amber’s bed. Her duvet was raised. I could tell her legs where open wide under the duvet and I could see the movement near her legs under the cover. I froze! Is she? She can’t be! Maybe she is sleeping, I thought.

I then heard a soft moan from Amber. My mind raced, is she alseep or is she masturbating? I lay still, trying not to let her know I was awake but my body was tingling all over. I heard quiet soft moans and it made my pussy throb.

I slipped my fingers into my shorts. My clit was huge and soaked. I ran a finger over it and I let out a moan. I froze, thinking shit! That was way to loud! I’m normally quiet but I was so horny by then.

I heard movement, Amber was getting up. She came to me and sat on the bed. “You awake then, too?”

I was caught off guard. Under the duvet my hand was still in my shorts. If I moved it she would know for sure. Amber confessed, “I can’t sleep either; I think that film got to me.”

I felt my pussy tingle. My mind was racing still. I was so so turned on. Amber was playing things cool. I think she knew she had caught me. She sat there staring into my eyes.

“So bahis şirketleri do the girls in the porno turn you on?” Amber asked.

I nodded.

“Well, its okay hun, woman are hotter than guys. I’m no lesbian but it gets me hot.”

All I could think of was my hand was still on my pussy.

Amber continued, “I know what you where doing in my bed. It’s so hot.”

Amber lent in and kissed me. Her lips touching mine made me crazy as did her tongue diving into my mouth. Amber pulled the duvet back, exposing my hand in my shorts. As I tried to move it out she grabbed my hand. Then she pushed my it into pussy and I nearly came! “Fair is fair,” she said softly.

Amber lay next to me and I realised she had no knickers on. Amber started to stroke her bare smooth little pussy. I slipped off my shorts, doing the same. She rubbed her pussy hard. She was laying next to me with our heads next to each others. Our mouths so close.

We were breathing, moaning into each others mouths. Amber rubbed harder and as I looked down, her hand was flying over her clit. My pussy was soaked. My clit felt bigger than ever before. It felt so good and I knew I would come soon.

The room was filled with moans and with the noise of wet pussies being fingered. The noise turned me on so much. I was looking down seeing Amber thrash at her pussy and my body started to explode.

Amber moaned loudly and slipped her tongue into my mouth. I felt her body shake and it sent me over the edge. I was about to come. Then I felt her stop. Amber then touched my thigh with her soaking hand and it slipped lower down my body. It made me want to come so bad.

My body was hovering over the edge, waiting for anything to make me cum. I was rubbing my clit so hard when I felt her touch my ass. She ripped open my top and she licked my nipple. I was in heaven with her tongue flicking my rock hard nipples so fast.

Her finger rubbed my naughty hole as my fingers were flying over my clit. I let out a huge moan. My body shuddered as I exploded and my body shook hard as I squirted all over her hand.

I finally came down, feeling so dirty and naughty. She put her finger to her mouth sucking it as we fell asleep next to each other. As I drifted off I wondered whether this could happen again.

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