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*Note: A lot of people made some comments for the original story, and I realized they were right: the non-consent angle was a bit ridiculous, so I changed the story for this one. From this, I plan to continue making it a series. Please let me know what you think and any ideas for the future would be appreciated!*

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It was 11 PM on a Wednesday night in June. Usually after work, on weeknights when I didn’t go out, I would talk to this guy Travis online. I found him online about a month ago. He lives about an hour away, still within my state, Missouri, but we’ve never met. He was twenty-two, and I was nineteen, so I thought the age difference was alright. I washed up (it gets hot working at an ice cream shop in Missouri in July all day), got on my computer, and messaged Travis on Facebook.

Brooke: hey cutie 😉

Travis: hey honey! whatchu up to?

Brooke: just got back from work, all showered up… wish you were here with me 😉

you?

Travis: mmm me too 😉

just hanging out

probably going to sleep soon

Travis always had to get up pretty early to work on his farm. I ended up keeping him up for another hour or so, despite him saying he had to leave. We didn’t get as sexual tonight as we sometimes do, tonight we just talked about life. Around midnight, we started saying goodnight, but not before I asked him something I’ve been meaning to ask.

Brooke: so… when are we gonna meet up? and do allll the things we talk so much about doing?? 😉

Travis: i dont know… idk if im ready for that

Brooke: come ON!! we’ve been talking about this for a while now…

i don’t care if you’re not ready, when can i come over!

Travis: you free on saturday? my family will be out of here then.

Brooke: seeya then! 🙂

i’m exhausted, goodnight trav!

Travis: see you soon!

I leave my apartment around 10 AM that Saturday morning, pretty nervous to meet Travis for the first time. I made sure to look my best to see him, wearing a light blue tank top and a white short skirt. I think he’d like that simple, but sexy look. Making my expected time, I arrived about an hour later. It was in the countryside, far away from other houses, still in the distance, but nothing like in the city where I live. I double-check the address to make sure I’m in the right place, get out of my car, and knock on the door.

“Hello!” was the first thing I heard, coming from the mouth of an older woman. This must be Mrs. Newdell. I thought he said his family would be gone?

“Hey…” I awkwardly say.

“You must be here for Travis!” she said, “come on in.” I walked inside the house and sat on their couch. I wasn’t supposed to be known by his family… did I show up too early? “Travis went on a quick run to the store, he should be back soon, and I’ll be leaving then. Sorry about us being in the same house: he ran into a lot of job trouble which I’m sure he told you about.”

“Yeah, he did,” I quietly answered.

She joined me on the couch. “I’m Sadie, Travis told me a lot about you.” I gave a small smirk. “You’re exactly how I pictured: beautiful skin, slim, blue eyes, short, blonde hair… you’re a beautiful girl.”

A little awkward, but I’ll take the compliment. I chuckled a bit, “thanks, ma’am.”

Sadie then grabbed my leg, not being covered by my white short skirt. “Smooth, silky skin,” she whispered. She then grabbed my right breast, got closer, and whispered, “small, but perky breasts.” I fidgeted away from her quickly, and jumped off the couch.

“When is Travis getting here?” I demanded.

“He’ll be back in just a few minutes,” she said with a smile. “Sorry about that, I just think you’re beautiful. You really wanted to look your best for my son.”

That definitely wasn’t enough, I still felt violated beyond relief. She groped me, and I’m not even into women. I didn’t respond to her. Sadie then stood canlı bahis şirketleri up from the couch, and looked at me. “So tell me, Brooke, why do you like Travis? Is it how he looks, or the things he says?”

Not wanting to sound shallow at all, I nervously said, “well, of course he is a handsome guy, but he is very sweet and I love talking to him. He’s a great guy, ma’am.”

She started walking closer, and I started walking back as she walked. “What about all the sexual things? Did he make you feel good?”

Awkward. I quietly answered, “yes.”

“He’s told me a lot about you. You may be too pretty for a regular looking guy like him.”

I chuckled at the… compliment? “Oh no, Sadie, or Mrs. Newdell, I’m nothing special. He’s a great looking guy in the pictures.”

“I guess you could say he takes after me. If you think I’m alright, then I’m sure he is alright,” she said with a smile and a chuckle. Awkward comment, but I forced out a chuckle as well. Looking at Sadie now, she had average-length, straight, black hair. Her eyes were brown, and her skin was pale. She was definitely busty and curvy, and a healthy-sized stomach for a women of her age. She was probably in her mid 40s. “So, Brooke, Travis tells me you’re nineteen?”

“That’s correct, ma’am.”

Sadie’s brought her face closer to mine, and she placed her hand softly on my leg. “I hope you’re not too young for my son. I hope he makes sure to treat you respectfully. I wouldn’t want my son to take advantage of a young, pretty girl like you.” She was so close I could feel her breath blowing on my cheek. She turned my head so we faced each other. “I may have to keep an eye on you two,” she said softly, me now able to smell her breath. She then laughed at the “joke” she had made, and I too forced out a chuckle.

I stood up, feeling a bit uncomfortable. “Did Travis say when he would be home at all, ma’am?”

Sadie stood up as well, and got close to me. “What if Travis as you know him doesn’t exist, but all the things he’s said to you and the things that made you feel good does?” What? I have absolutely no clue what she is talking about… before I knew it, she kissed me, and I quickly stepped back. Sadie didn’t step forward, acting much less forceful than before. “I’m sorry, Brooke. I didn’t mean to be so forward just now.”

Still confused, I exclaimed, “wait, so you’re Travis? You pretended to be someone else the whole time?”

Sadie’s expression changed from confidence to sorrow. “Yes, I’m Travis. I’m sorry about all of this, I just really liked talking with you. I knew it couldn’t go on forever, so I thought I would take the chance and tell you who I really am.”

“Why would you do this to me?” I said, confused and embarrassed.

“I like younger women, and yes I took advantage of you… but over time I grew to like you and care for you. I knew I had to tell the truth somehow, and I guess it didn’t work out… I’m sorry honey, could you ever forgive me?”

I stood there crying, hurt that someone would do this to me and upset that Travis doesn’t exist. Sadie, who I was a bit scared of, calmly approached me. “Shhh…. It’s all right…” She put her arms out and embraced me. I didn’t reciprocate the hug, feeling uncomfortable, but I didn’t try to squirm out. For some reason, I didn’t feel that she was going to be as aggressive as earlier. “It’s okay,” she softly said, as she pet my hair. She seemed honest at this point, and legitimately sorry for catfishing me. Her hug felt like that from an aunt or a close, older family friend. I put my arms around her as I continued to cry.

We stopped hugging and Sadie looked at me, saying “I know you’re lonely, and I wanted to be there for you,” as she pet my hair. She was right about that. There was a moment of silence. “God, you’re so beautiful,” she said.

“Thanks, ma’am,” I said, my eyes still red, but the tears subsided.

“Whatever canlı kaçak iddaa you do, I want you to know that everything I said was real. I may not be Travis, I’m sorry for that, but the things I said we could do together, and how I feel about you is all real.”

“I don’t think that changes anything…”

Sadie brought her face closer to mine, though I did not make eye contact with her. “I’m sorry that I kissed you just now, I don’t know what I was thinking. But, maybe I could kiss you for real now? Just once?”

A lot went through my mind when she asked this. Even though she was a woman, and I thought of myself as straight, and even though she lied to me, she seemed completely honest at this point, and legitimately sorry for what she had done to me. I thought it would be okay, it would just be a kiss. I didn’t want to disrespect Sadie, and I felt bad for her. I slowly lifted my head up, and she slowly brought her lips towards mine. She gave me a warm, long, passionate kiss as she held my head in her hand, closing her eyes while I closed mine. I had never kissed a girl before this, let alone an older woman. Although it was new to me and something I would have never thought of doing, it felt strangely comfortable.

After the kiss, we slowly opened our eyes and I was greeted with Sadie’s smile. I opened my mouth to invite another kiss. She pushed me up against the wall, sticking her tongue in my mouth. We began to make out with more saliva and more breathing, her hand making its way down to my ass. She became more aggressive, but at this point I was inviting it.

We stopped for a moment. “This is exactly what I wanted,” Sadie said, “how about you?” All I could do was chuckle and nod, and she laughed with me. She kissed me while smoothly removing my tank top. She then threw me on the couch and joined me on there. I couldn’t believe what was happening, but was excited to go on this unexpected adventure.

She caressed my breasts as she licked all over my chest and neck, often returning for more kisses. The way she touched them was so much better than any guy had ever done for me. “Your breasts are so cute,” she said, caressing and kissing them. In between kisses, she said “We’re gonna do all the fun things we said we would do, if that’s alright with you.”

This was it. “Yes, ma’am.” I couldn’t believe how easily I was going along with everything.

Before I knew it, her hand was rubbing my crotch area. She rubbed it smoothly and calmly, and it felt good as I started to breathe more heavily. “Oh, Brooke, I knew you’d come around,” she said.

“I am, ma’am,” I said in between breaths, “I love it.”

She then dug her hand beneath my panties, and started fingering me aggressively. I’ve never been touched the way she was touching me: men never did it right, it took a woman to understand. My moaning grew excessively louder as she inched closer to my clitoris. Sadie was continually whispering “oh yeah,” as I responded with loud bursts.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I continually shouted. I struggled to open my eyes from the intense pleasure, and saw Sadie making eye contact with me. She, exerting energy from fingering me, was breathing heavily upon me. I’ve never been attracted to a woman before, let alone an older woman like Sadie, but I wanted her badly after this amazing sexual pleasure she just gave me.

She slowed down her rubbing, and loosened her grip on my arm. I grabbed her head, and kissed her. I needed her right now, her strategy of getting me to want to fuck her worked. Her soft appearance may have been a front, but it worked. As we kissed, I unbuttoned her blouse, unveiling her glorious breasts, contained in a sexy, silky bra. Her breasts were much bigger than mine, and she had a bit of a stomach sticking out. She was not “fat,” but definitely had some cushion. I groped her breasts and began to attempt to remove her bra until I was interrupted.

“Wait,” canlı kaçak bahis Sadie interrupted. “Remember online, when I said I wanted to suck your breasts? Let me do that first.”

Oh god, she’s right. I completely forgot that I’ve been talking online with this woman for over a month, and we had already planned this. We kissed, and I was so eager to have her kiss my breasts that my bra was already completely off before I realized it. She began to grope me, while looking at me, smiling. I couldn’t believe she appreciated my small-to-average size breasts, considering the size of hers. She’s probably had sex with women so many times before with bigger breasts, but the fact that she chose me this time turned me on so much more.

She brought her head down, pushed my breasts together, and licked them all over. She went on to do all sorts of things with them. She then squeezed my right breast with all her strength, and sucked my nipple until it popped out of her mouth, all while looking up at me, giving me the sexiest glare. I wanted to kiss her again, so I forcefully grabbed her head and gave her a passionate kiss.

“Should we go somewhere a bit more comfortable?” She whispered, as we breathed between kisses. I nodded, and she lifted me up. She walked me to her bed, as I was in her arms, kissing her. She dropped me on the bed, and we laughed as I bounced on it. I opened my arms, inviting her into my grasp.

We rolled over, and I was now laying on top of Sadie as we kissed. We looked into each other’s eyes for a moment. “I said I would give you head, didn’t I?” I said as I bit my lip, and stroked her hair. She gave me a sexy gaze in return. “I can still do that, right?” I asked innocently with a chuckle.

“Mhmm,” she said.

I slithered down to her crotch, took off her pants, saying “this is only my first time, ma’am,” and began to eat her pussy. I didn’t really know what I was doing, but I did my best, but it tasted nice, and I wanted more. I dug my tongue deep into her clitoris, I figured she would like that. She began moaning, saying “oh yeah… so much better than what guys do,” while laughing. I was glad I could turn her on, especially that I’ve never done this before.

After a few minutes, I went up to her and kissed her, and Sadie whispered “that was good for your first time, but let me show you how it’s done.” She began to eat my pussy, and it was beyond anything I’ve ever felt before. I’ve had guys do this to me, but Sadie did it so much better. Her matured tongue slithering inside me turned me on so much, and I began to moan.

Sadie looked up at me, delivering the most sensual glare I could imagine. I screamed from the pleasure, and instantly grabbed her head to force her tongue deeper inside me. The pleasure only grew with time as my entire body began to shake. I couldn’t believe a woman could make me feel so good. “Yes!” I screamed out as it grew more and more. I pushed her head deeper in as she continued glaring at me.

After a few more minutes of the intense pleasure, I was completely out of breath. She took her face out of my vagina as I laid there on the bed completely exhausted. I was gasping for air, my body covered in sweat. Sadie crawled up closer to me, giving me a toothy smile. I grabbed her head furiously to kiss her, and got on top of her.

At this point I was completely exhausted, but I continued to thrust away at her, our pussies touching each other. We kissed furiously, as our sweaty bodies stuck to each other. I was even more energized with her face right in front of mine, feeling and smelling her breath on my face. I continued to hump more vigorously than I’ve ever done before, as the bed springs beneath us bounced up and down. Sadie’s body fat was moving with the rhythm of my humping, as I grabbed her mature, round ass.

Before long my body completely gave in, as I surrendered to lay down on the bed while I came. Sadie was there and ready to kiss me as we slowed down, the two of us breathing heavily, sweaty, and feeling high from our unexpected and amazing sexual experience.

“I told you you would like it,” Sadie whispered, the both of us chuckling.

“You were right, ma’am.”

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I’m married to a relatively successful business executive who seems tireless in climbing the corporate ladder. As I approach the edge of my prime at 41, I am no longer the same head-turner as I used to be. One relief, however, is that I am not bad looking either even at this age. There is a 120-pound weight embedded in my 5’7″ frame. My hair is shoulder-length brown and my son’s young buddies call my blue eyes sexy especially, they say, when stealing glances, a gesture that I unwittingly do whenever I talk to men, young or aging. They say it of course when my son or husband are not within hearing distance. On social occasions where my businessman husband brings me I could still notice a few men and women throwing some sort of extra notices at my 36C breasts. As for my sexual orientation, well, I still consider myself straight in spite of a new and unexpected discovery.

I am a straight woman. Or so I thought until one night at a party when another woman made me discover something in me that I never knew existed. On that night that happened to be on a weekend my husband took me with him to a social affair hosted by his boss and and wife at their classy residence somewhere in south San Francisco.

It was an elegant gathering of beautiful people of all ages that composed of socialites, businessmen and their executives, wives and daughters as well as friends and mistresses. My husband introduced me to the host and hostess, he feeling proud of his “trophy wife” or how his boss described me. Of course I considered that as just a flattery. Although I could not consider myself as bad looking, neither could I consider myself attractive as the real trophy wife.

The party was attended by the rich people of the old city where I was born – the city by the bay. That it was a classy gathering was evident from the endless flow of champagne and caviar. There was dancing and laughter, men talking business and women throwing gossips here and there about celebrities, the rich and the famous. The love triangle between Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie and Jennifer Aniston was the most popular. Runaway gossips were also there. Prudes couldn’t help raise their eyebrows as they listen to silly talks on Senator Hillary Clinton and Ellen Degeneres, suspecting them of having private moments together when the Senator toured the latter around New York’s Staten Island a year ago.

“We’ll hangout and do some stuff. We’ll go to clubs,” Ellen was quoted as saying.

“You’ll go to clubs.” Hillary was quoted replying.

“So they didn’t go to clubs. They went diving instead,” one attractive female guest joked.

“When we planned to go diving I never thought it would be into water,” Ellen was furher quoted telling Hillary.

I laughed out loud listening to the funny gossips coming from women who were supposedly the cream of the crop of San Francisco’s high society. Amidst the laughter and intriguing gossips a slim-looking blonde came to me as I happened to be alone touring the elegance of the beautiful mansion. She held two glasses of champagne and offered me one. I recognized her as the hostess, the owner of the mansion and wife of my husband’s boss. I was flattered to be singled out and offered a one-on-one toast by no less than the party’s hostess. Her name was Maude. She was an attractive lady, 3 years my junior and an inch taller than me. Her muscular shoulders would not take away the femininity in her frame as a whole. For one, she was dressed in a sexy red calf-long body fit dress that outlined the shape of her model-like frame. For another she swayed her hips seductively as she entertained male and female guests. Maude resembled Rebecca Romijin Stamos when she portrayed a sexy character in the movie, “Femme Fatale.”

Maude took another two glasses of champagne from the tray of a passing handsome young waiter after putting our empty glasses into it. I realized that she was getting tipsy. Where earlier I noticed her flirting with the handsome waiter now she was flirting with me although in a relatively mild way. Of course I dismissed it as just one of those things in my attempt to canlı bahis şirketleri maintain politeness. However, my always alert mind couldn’t help ring the alarm bells about Maude’s possible lesbian tendency.

The hostess took my hand as she escorted me to our table where my husband was busy talking business with his fellow business executives. I really wondered why the men had to carry such conversation in such affairs where they needed to relax their minds after a full week of business talks.

Dinner was served, wine flowed anew as if everyone was invited to a sleepover. Soon there was more dancing and laughter. The more daring men danced with women of all ages while the shy ones stayed in their seats talking business, sometimes nonsense, as they sipped their drinks. Some women took the dance floor in place of their shy partners and danced with each other. There was fun all around. As polite as I used to be I couldn’t refuse Maude’s request to dance with her. Within seconds the two of us joined the fun as we wiggled our asses in the dance floor to the beat of fast tunes until the music turned slow and lights went down.

Oh Yes! You are guessing it right. Maude didn’t release me and, instead, took me in her arms to slow dance. And we did. Other women too were doing it so our pairing did not turn out to be an unusual sight at the dance floor, at least for the moment. Maude flirted with me but still within the bounds. We slowly swayed around, her belly and thighs occasionally bumping with mine although not in an overt way. At that stage I still did not suspect things to get out of hand. Far from it I tried to reassure myself each time the alarm bells ring while we were dancing.

As me and Maude and the beautiful people laughed and danced the night away, more wine and caviar flowed as if the host and the hostess were quietly telling us to enjoy our last night on earth. No one seemed to be concerned anymore on the presence of police officers in the streets of San Francisco, out to apprehend motorists suspected with high alcohol contents in their veins.

Maude and I were both tipsy when we resumed slow dancing. She became more daring and I in turn just allowed it as my curiosity was increasingly taking over, whether due to the effect of champagne or just plain fun. She was now breathing into my ear when she talked trying to test the waters. Goose bumps were all over me each time her wet mouth touched my ear. I quickly dismissed it. The goose bumps were caused by the touch not by the woman, I assured myself. I further consoled myself by recalling the same chill whenever my pet would play with my toes and sole. However I tried to divert my worry, it couldn’t put away the obvious as this other woman was now flirting with me openly and stepping out of bounds.

“Did you know you are sexy?” She whispered into my ear in a husky voice.

“You are much sexier than I am,” I whispered back.

“Nooohhh… you are…If only you knew…”

“If only I knew what?”

There was no reply. I could only hear her breathing, labored breathing that was.., until I felt something tickly in my earlobe making me gasp aloud. No, she was not nibbling it. She was biting it. I could feel her teeth digging into it. The bite was gentle but long and lasting. She was no longer testing the waters. She was assuming she passed the test.

“Maude…we are… being watched…”

Still no reply from her. She was only breathing. Her gentle bite at my ear lobe remained as if it was her last. I couldn’t say anything more. Neither would she. Our heavy breathings were the only sounds blowing into each other’s ears.

I slowly turned my head to look for any unusual stare. Maude’s head tilted as it followed, refusing to give up the bite. “Jesus Christ this woman is incredible,” I quietly told myself. But she was the hostess of the night. How could I make a scene?

Still, I haven’t lost the will to politely pull away hoping that we had not turned into the focus of attention at the dance floor. Fortunately, no one was seriously looking, or at least I thought so. Notwithstanding canlı kaçak iddaa my curiosity, I felt uncomfortable as any straight woman would. The back patio I toured alone earlier was the place I immediately thought of as an escape route from this woman’s advances. Never had I thought that the uninhabited porch that I hoped was a safe haven would turn out to be my Sapphic Waterloo.

I managed to politely break away from Maude’s sensuous bite. The eroticism of it continued to linger in me even when I was alone in a dimly-lit corner of the wide back porch in my attempt to cool away the thoughts that were about to get out of hand. My lungs were enjoying the cool night air when I realized I was not alone. As I leaned my front into the marbled rail I heard footsteps. Turning my head around it was Maude gracefully walking towards me, her long red dress tightly fitting into her hips as they swayed from side to side.

After returning her hi with a hello, I tried to move back inside the elegant house but she caught me by the hand, gently escorted me into a wall, pinning me into it with my back pressed against it. Her now familiar perfume filled my nostrils. She slowly but deliberately covered my entire 5 foot 7 frame with her own 5 foot 8 from head to knees.

“Ohhh, Christine… you arouse me so much.” She was whispering in a bedroom voice.

“Maude…please…I’m not into women.”

“Just pretend… please?”

“How can I?” my breathing was becoming labored too.

“Pretend that I’m a man…your lover…mmmmm?”

“You’re not a man. I can’t imagine you as one. You’re a woman, a sexy woman…”

“Then think of me as your woman…mmmmm?…” Her bedroom voice was becoming huskier by the minute.

“I can’t…”

“Say you love me…please…oooohhhh…”

“My God!…”

“Say you love me, Christine…please say it…please?…mmmmm?…”

“Maude, I can’t…”

“Just pretend…please?…”

“I… love you…ooohhhh God…” in my attempt to get it over with.

She bit my ear…gently…then hard…then harder…and harder.

“Oh my Godddd…oooooohhhhhh…”

Maude released my ear then kissed me like I’d never been kissed before. She licked virtually every inch of my mouth, both the inside and the outside, grinding her entire frame all over mine, mouth to mouth, chest to chest, belly to belly, thighs against thighs, knees against knees. I could have fought back but I didn’t! I couldn’t. I was getting weak and weaker every moment that I could recall. She kept grinding at me, caressing my ass through my dress, wiping my lips, teeth and gums with her tongue, bathing them with female saliva over and over again until her other hand joined the fray smashing into my tits.

I continued to resist but it was so easy for her to raise the hem of my printed wraparound skirt and slide my panties down to mid thighs. The aggression led to another until her invading fingers conquered my clit making me spin out of orbit. I was no longer myself then. My body had heated up and was steaming with passion and untamed feelings. The aggression caused the straps of my blouse to slide down my shoulders exposing my braless breast. I struggled but only because of the fear that we were being watched. She sucked my hard nipples alternately as her fingers brutally fucked the night lights out of me. The sensation blinded me.

My pussy fought back, fucking her finger to kingdom come, squeezing it tightly as it twitched inside me like it were trying to find an unusual touch. I came and came…then came again.

As I slowly returned to my senses, I realized that my teeth were digging into Maude’s flesh, my saliva dripping down her shoulder and my entire body covered with lust for this woman. She released my nipple, pulled my head through my hair off her shoulder and devoured my mouth licking and sucking every drop of saliva outside and inside of it. My God, can that woman really kiss! Our common fear of the presence of people including our husbands in the same house frustratingly stopped us from ecstatically fucking the night canlı kaçak bahis away.

But Maude did not easily give up. After putting our dresses back to shape she took my hand with hers virtually dragging me into another entrance to the big house. Because the party staff was present all around Maude pulled me into a wide and stylish bathroom.

Just as soon as Maude locked the door behind us we started to make out wildly throwing our faces into a heap of hair, mouths and tongues. Female saliva dripped down our chins and necks. Because we were racing against time there was no tenderness in the kissing. It was rough and wild that I failed to realize Maude had already half undressed me. I felt crazy as hell.

“Go ahead,lover…come… and get it…” I said in between breathings as soon as our wet mouths broke apart.

“I’ll sure do, honey,” she smirked pushing me down into the toilet seat. “I’ll make you come like no other lover had.”

She was true to her word as I would find out. One hand cupped a breast while the other one snaked down to my pussy and split the lips as she slumped into her knees infront of me, latching her entire mouth over my steaming womanhood. She went crazy with desire devouring me like some animal. At first she used her nose to stimulate my clit but she could have thought that time was short so she attacked my open pouting hole with two fingers while her mouth sucked down hard right on my clit. I went wild and bucked about forcing her head harder against my womanhood. She reached up with her right hand that got her fingers good and wet and stuck her index finger all the way up my tight asshole in one mighty thrust. At the same time she raked her teeth across my sensitive clit. The fucking was fast and furious but earth-shattering. I squealed and came so hard I felt as if my stomach and intestines where going to pop out of my pussy. There was no way I could stifle my cry of delight let alone control my body that shuddered and swayed. I just didn’t care who heard what. And my juices, oh my God! They flowed out so fast and hard it must have been like a river of cream.

When it was over, my head slumped lamely into Maude’s shoulder, me weeping in ecstasy. I was totally spent. Because it was my first time with another woman I couldn’t return the favor not to mention that time was against us. I felt sorry for Maude but she understood. Pulling my hair and head up from her shoulder, she locked her mouth with mine, raised her dress up her waist and sat on my lap fronting me as she pleasured herself. She came with our mouths still locked together, jerking and bucking on me. I went crazy and pleasured myself just like her, quickly catching up with the residues of the shakes and jerks of her quivering body.

Our mouths broke apart, mixed female saliva dribbling out uncontrollably down to our necks and breasts. Heavy ooooohhhhhssss and aaaahhhhssss reverberated in the four walls of the wide and elegant bathroom while we stared deeply into each other’s souls through our eyes and wide open mouths, watching each other breathe heavily. After enough oxygen was taken to sustain the next violent kiss, our open mouths collided once more, tongues dueling, lips and teeth biting every square inch of the other’s mouth parts.

Our dresses were a total mess but we were able to put them back in shape. We came out of the stylish bathroom both fresh with new lipstick and facial make-up. Back at the party our husbands were busy flirting with the younger socialites that they didn’t even notice we had gone out of their sights to make love. As for our disappearance, knowing smirks from one or two female guests did not escape my notice.

I must confess that the sex I had with Maude tingled my sensuous body hours after the party was over and had called it a day. My husband had a one drink too many so I took the wheels on our way home. I wasn’t bothered by the alcohol in my veins nor by the fear of the Bay Area police officers that could be following us from behind. I was bothered, however, by the tingles of the orgasmic aftershocks caused by another woman.

I still consider myself straight as I thought of the incident as a one time thing. I’d be lying of course if I say I had not been missing the touches of Maude, the woman who helped me discover something in me that I never knew existed.

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“Have you been to the new club?” Pauline whispered her weekend plans to her friend in the next cubicle at work. “I want to go there, so bad, this weekend. I heard it’s awesome. Do you want to go?”

Here we go thought Amanda listening to the two airheaded young women discussing what and who they did over the weekend and who and what they want to do next weekend.

“Yeah. Don’t bother going,” said Lisa standing to talk to Pauline over her cubicle. “I went there a couple of weeks ago and didn’t like it. Trust me, you’re not going to like it either,” said Lisa with a little laugh.

“Why?”

“I dunno,” said Lisa with a shrug of her pretty shoulders, “I just thought it was weird.”

“In what way was it weird? I heard it was great place to meet someone,” said Pauline suddenly looking disappointed.

“Yeah, for sure, it’s great place to meet someone, if you’re lesbian. There’s no men. Men aren’t allowed inside,” said Lisa laughing.

“No men! Really? How can they have a club without men?”

“It’s for women only,” said Lisa with a laugh. “Duh? Get it? The name of the club is For Women Only,” said Lisa laughing at her friend’s ignorance.

“Really? That’s the name of it?” Pauline looked at her friend with surprise.

“That’s the name of it,” said Flora from the next cubicle. “For Women Only. Indeed, I heard it is the place to go,” she said with a pause, “if you’re lesbian.”

“Have you been there, Flora?” Pauline stood to look over in Flora’s cubicle.

Suddenly feeling embarrassed for Flora, Amanda couldn’t believe the stupidity of Pauline’s question. A woman with an obvious physical disability, the last place she’d frequent is a crowded club, never mind a lesbian club. The stupidity of her young co-workers never ceased to amaze her. Even when she was their age, she wasn’t as dumb.

“Me? At a lesbian club? No,” said Flora looking up at Pauline with a laugh. “Even if I was a lesbian, for obvious reasons, I don’t go to clubs anymore. Those days are over for me,” she said with some sadness.

“Sorry,” said Pauline suddenly looking uncomfortably embarrassed.

After overhearing Pauline and Lisa talk about the For Women Only club, reconsidering her plans for this weekend of doing nothing but sitting in front of a television with her cat, Miles, and muting commercials, Amanda was suddenly excited about checking out the new club. Afraid of how she’d be perceived in her work environment, no one knew she was lesbian. Yet, now that she knows that she won’t run into her silly co-workers, the coast was clear for her to possibly meet a woman at a club that was designed for women only, women who were just like her.

“Instead of naming the club For Women Only, in my case, they should have named the club, For Women Lonely,” she said to herself with a sad, little laugh.

* * * * *

Having just walked in the door, the thump, thump, thumping sound of the body humping beat of the too loud bass assaulted her senses, as if it was a continual explosive echo of a pile driver laying the steel beam foundation of a skyscraper. Feeling as if her head would explode, the music in the club was so loud that Amanda already had a headache. With wall to wall women talking at the same time in a magnified state of continual, high frequency, static distortion of female voices, impossible to have a meaningful conversation, even with herself, she wondered how she could meet anyone here. Looking around at the mob of women, the place was just too crowded and too noisy to be any fun, and she was already set to leave.

Giving it another chance and hoping to spot someone within the crowd, someone who interested her, she took a slow second look around the huge room. This time she looked more closely at all those who made up the mass of loud women, before relenting to stay and taking a seat at the bar to order a drink. Turned off by seeing so many woman, too many women, women who looked too much like her, made up, dressed up, fed up, and desperately looking for love, feeling like another one of the herd, she realized she had made a mistake coming here. The packed house was filled with lonely and unfulfilled women hoping to make the same romantic connection that she hoped to make and, seeing and sensing the hopefully expectant look on their faces staring back at her, a reflection of her own sadness, was like looking in the mirror. Here for the same physical and emotional reasons that everyone else was, instead of feeling excited by the huge selection of women from which to choose, she was just another fish in a big bowl. She felt pathetic. Even though she was one within a crowd, she felt lonely.

Difficult to single out one woman, when there was so many of them, thinking she was unique, the sight of so very many women just like her, alone and lonely, was depressing. No doubt, she’d have a better chance at winning the lottery than making her love match here. Desperate to find someone, she didn’t want to go home alone and be so alone for another night. What she did, so long ago in her college dorm güvenilir bahis room with her roommate was fun but, having gone so far beyond that since then, she didn’t want another uncommitted relationship of empty sex again. She didn’t want another relationship of wondering where and who her lover was with that night. She wanted to be in a committed relationship. She wanted a monogamous partner. She wanted love.

After college her fling with lesbianism ended. Rejecting the notion that she was lesbian and trying her best to prove otherwise, she lost herself in alcohol and drugs, and traded her self-respect for promiscuity, until she realized that it wasn’t a man she wanted but a woman. Yet, more than wanting just any woman, she wanted one special woman. Someone there at night to cuddle with on the couch, while watching a movie, she wanted someone she could call during the day, when at work. Not having one now, she wanted a reason to look forward to coming home. She wanted love.

After experiencing this For Women Only club for the first time, not believing that she could find love here, whenever she thought of love, she thought of violins, roses, and candlelight and not a few hundred women dancing to heavy metal and rock ‘n’ roll with an outdated disco ball in the middle of the ceiling. Wanting to run out of the club screaming, suddenly wishing she followed the path of least resistance that her mother and grandmother had taken, wishing she had a life like her friends, filled with husbands and babies, suddenly, she couldn’t think. Having an anxiety attack, she couldn’t breathe. Suffocating with remorse and regret that her life was so empty, except for her cat, Miles, for the choices she made early in her life, clubs like this never worked for her. As if on a timed game show of musical chairs, clubs like this made her feel so pressured to find someone, before the buzzer buzzed, the music stopped, the lights came on, and she was out on the sideward and declared a loser, when the club closed and she walked home alone.

Clubs like this gave her a headache. Instead of feeling excitedly hopeful of finding her special someone, clubs like this magnified her depression and loneliness with hopelessness. Clubs like this made her feel that she’d never find anyone. Clubs like this made her feel that there was something wrong with her, a woman looking for another woman to love, especially when it was so much easier to find a man. For sure, in the sexy way she looked with her long, blonde hair, big, blue eyes, and shapely figure, she’d have an easier time finding a man to fuck her, love her, and support her than to make a real love connection with a faceless woman from this huge crowd of noisy females.

Overwhelmed by the music and by din of everyone talking at the same time, it was difficult for her to see the crowd of women as individuals, instead of as an entire mass of self-centered, chattering females. With the music a mask to make everyone think they’re having a good time, she spotted dozens of women just like her, sitting alone and pretending to have fun, while sipping their drinks and waiting for someone to approach them. She wished she had confidence enough to approach other women, instead of hiding out by the bar with her back to the crowd. For sure, if she was more outgoing, she’d approach those women sitting alone. Only, seeing herself in them, when even she wouldn’t approach them, why would anyone approach her? Trying her best to act perky, instead of slouching, she sat up on her barstool, while trying to appear fun loving, lively, and happy. Bobbing her head to the beat of the music, when she’d much rather bang her head on the bar, this place wasn’t for her. Yet, not even giving this club a chance, wanting to go as soon as she arrived, she decided to leave, as soon as she finished her drink.

Thinking that she should try one of those online dating sites, by using the crowd of faces as her photo gallery, she tried to formulate her ideal woman, tall, short, fat, or thin, by scanning the crowd. With the outside appearance no longer mattering as much to her as the inside beauty now did, unless the woman looked Godly and piously saintly or slutty and trashy, she was unable to see the beauty within from a mere look. Feeling so much like a lesbian bachelorette in a skewed, never to be seen on TV, dating game, with so very many woman from which to choose, what physical features she liked about one woman, she rejected on another. Besides, speed dating at its fastest by just a look, just as they can’t possibly know who she is by a glimpse, how can she possibly know the real person by just looking at them for a second within a crowd?

Now thinking more of online dating than wasting any more of her time at this club, she could write a profile that highlighted her professional accomplishments. She could describe herself and the type of woman she’s looking for at length. Then, thinking more with her pussy than with her head, she thought of the sexy photos she had of herself that she could post to her ad to attract her perfect mate. There was the one taken of her türkçe bahis in Mexico in her barely there bikini, she liked that one. Tanned and thin, she looked hot. Then, giving mixed signals, mixing sex with inner beauty, suddenly she felt sad that she was no better in treating other women than how men have treated her, as a sex object. For someone so smart and educated, wishing someone would somehow find her, instead of wasting any more of her life alone, while trying to find someone, she had no idea how to cut through all the bullshit to find her perfect partner.

A hopeless romantic, who was now more interested in the small pool of water that collected on the bar beneath her glass than the hundreds of loud, pretty, and obnoxious female patrons that jammed the place, even if she was, she didn’t believe that her little Miss Perfect was here. Preferring a natural blonde with big, natural tits, and a tight, little ass, with one hot blonde looking like all the other hot blondes, if her perfect match was here, how would she ever find her? Without even giving this club a chance, being that she was already here as her only concession to stay, if she gave up and left now, she’d never find anyone. She’d go home alone to flip stations, while eating ice cream and having a drink. Boring.

She surveyed the crowd of women again with hopeless despair and anxious desperation, while wishing and so wanting to spot someone who interested her. Destined, no doubt, to leave alone and be alone for the rest of her sad, little life, but determined not to be, she suddenly realized that she’ll never find her one and only, at least, not here, anyway. Believing more in fate, destiny, and in kismet, than in clubs, blind dates, and online dating sites, this huge gathering of mostly lesbian and bi-sexual women felt too forced and too desperate to work for her. Preferring to meet someone in a random elevator, on the subway, in a supermarket, or at the library, she didn’t want any part of being like the collective mass of women here, alone, lonely, and frantic for love, but she was.

Then, as if there was a grizzly bear breathing down her neck, she felt a heavy presence, an unmovable force behind and beside her to her right. The tall, plus sized woman standing next to her barstool invaded her space and rudely leaned into her, as if trying to reach over her to get the attention of the bartender to order a drink. Amanda tried leaning out of her way but, with the three rowed, shoulder to shoulder crowd at the bar, that was just as dense as the crowd on the dance floor, there was no place for her to go. Hoping she’d just get her drink and leave, she was stuck between the bar and this discourteous person that smelled…oh, so good.

What is that fragrance, she wondered? It smells vaguely familiar. Not wanting to call attention to herself, playing it cool, as the diva she imagined herself to be, she hoped that the woman would just order her drink and leave. Knowing just by the imagined weight of her what the woman looked like without even having to turn to see her, she wouldn’t be interested in a BBW woman. Acting as rudely disinterested in her as the woman was rudely obnoxious for leaning into her, she didn’t even turn her head to acknowledge the woman.

“I noticed you the moment you walked in the club. I knew then that I had to have you,” whispered the woman in her ear in the way that she imagined a female Barry White would personally recite a love song to her. “As if you were a timid deer, I could hear the trepidation in your little footsteps descending down the entrance stairs. Better than any decadent desert, sweeter than any ice cream, and wanting to lick you and lap you all up, you smell so sexually delicious. I can only imagine what it must feel like to be with you, to hold you, to touch you, to feel you, and to kiss you.”

Transfixed on the barstool, mesmerized and listening to her every word, as if lying in bed and receiving pillow talk from her lover, she was as shocked as she was excited, by all that the woman said. Wishing that someone would approach her, while not expecting that anyone would, she was surprised that she was immediately chosen. Noticed from such a huge crowd of women, as soon as she entered the club, she was excited that someone finally wanted her enough to come up to her and whisper her lustful thoughts in her ear. So glad she didn’t leave the club, maybe something good would come from this.

Suddenly giddy with sexual excitement by the sheer thought of getting lucky and being lapped up by her, Amanda imagined the woman whispering in her ear everything she’d like to do to her in her deep whiskey voice, while stripping her naked. Instead of turning to respond in kind, delaying her response by playing it cool and hard to get, not even turning to look at her, not wanting to be surprised, she tried imagining what she’d look like first, before turning to see if she was right. Unfortunately unable to make the physical connection enough to see her in her mind’s eye, unable to put her sultry voice with a face, she couldn’t envision what she’d look like. All güvenilir bahis siteleri that she could tell was that she was a big woman.

She had a husky, albeit sexy, upscale and, no doubt, educated, upstate New York voice. Reminiscent of the raspy voice her friends have from smoking, she had the type of voice that Amanda gets, when she awakens in the morning, after licking her lover too long the night before and her mouth and tongue gets too dry. Having not had sex in a long while, saving herself for the right woman, so very horny, the mere tickle of the woman’s breath in her ear and the warmth of the her body pressed against the back and the side of her made her wish they were both in bed naked. From having been so horny for too long, as if the woman had hit her power on button, the sensation of her warm breath filled her mind with raw lustful emotion. In the way she surprised her by confessing to her that she had to have her, something she’s never done before in her protective aloofness and disinterested manner of a supermodel, Amanda suddenly wanted to step out of her box and turn to surprise the woman, with a long, soulful, wet kiss.

With the woman lingering her lips close enough to kiss her, Amanda refrained from returning her lust by turning her head in her direction to share her sexual excitement. Not taking no for an answer, if only by her silence, the woman continued breathing her desire in Amanda’s ear.

“Better looking than Faith Hill, you are the most beautiful woman in the room. Only, just like in Sammy Kershaw’s song, She Don’t Know She’s Beautiful, I don’t think you realize how beautiful you are,” she said pausing, as if waiting for Amanda to say something in return. “A slow seduction, I’d undress you with my teeth.”

With her mouth so close to her ear, after being undressed with her teeth, Amanda imagined her mouth being that close to her pussy. Always the submissive one, the one so afraid to show her real emotions for fear of embracing lesbianism, she quivered with the thought of a stranger, a powerful woman taking her, holding her, kissing her, undressing her, licking her, and making love to her, before telling her that she loved her. Always secretly wanting to be used and abused, pressured and forced, maybe even slapped around a little, spanked, and tied to the bed, at least once in her life, she swooned at the thought that someone noticed her, wanted her, and had to have her, in that sexy way. Then, as if she was sitting bareback in a fine, English leather, soft, handmade saddle, as if she was just claimed at auction and tattooed with a hot iron brand, she felt a big, warm hand plastered to her backside.

Had the woman been a man taking such aggressive liberty with her ass, she would have slapped his face, before kneeing him in the nuts and telling him to go fuck himself. It was then, when men so abused her that she was glad that she was a lesbian. Nonetheless, crossing the line, whether man or woman, how dare she grope me, thought Amanda? At first she was shocked by the feel of her hand on her ass. Immediately, she was angry that this woman dare touch her in such a sexual way. Then, feeling the stranger’s desire flow through the palm of her hand through to her buttocks, she felt excited.

Because her sexual assaulter was a woman, without even so much as a squirm or a word of protest, and unlike her not to take exception to being so manhandled or, in this case, woman-handled, she allowed the woman to be so familiar with her so soon. Then, when the woman’s hand didn’t move, just stayed there in place, she didn’t feel as violated, as she felt owned. As if the woman’s hand was a claim on her buttocks, as if Amanda’s ass belonged to her, she felt sexy to be so aggressively desired.

With the curve of her firm, shapely ass in the woman’s big palm, somehow the feel of her warm, powerful hand centered her soul, relaxed her being, soothed her loneliness, and made her feel safe from harm. With just the feel of her hand on her ass, with her mouth still so very close to her ear, and with the pressured sense of her shoulder that still leaned into her, she could feel the power of this woman. A force to be reckoned with, suddenly, it was intoxicatingly exhilarating to imagine making love with someone like her, instead of the little, skinny, selfishly self-centered, blonde bitches she’s used to bedding, who have personalities as phony as their big tits. Having placed appearance over substance for too long, maybe the reason she hasn’t found love is because she’s been looking for love with all the wrong women.

It was then that she realized, instead of all the powder puff, fluffy, empty headed blondes she’s always been attracted to that she needed someone like this, a real woman, someone who could take charge of her, take care of her, and protect her not only from harm but also from herself. Even though she had never been with one, always wondering what it would be like to be so controlled, suddenly she realized that she was a real sucker for a testosterone filled butch of a female. Something she missed without having a man in her life, tired of being alone, she didn’t want to be responsible for making all of her own decisions. Feeling pressured to decide and tired of making all the wrong decisions, she needed someone to help guide her through life.

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I was in my late 50’s. Fit, tall, moderately lean with a very hungry 6′ uncut cock.

On this afternoon I decided to check out the action at a local cruise and sauna club. I have learned that to find men of a similar age I need to arrive sometime around 1 p.m. which I duly did.

The car park was quite full, always a good sign so I parked, hid my wallet and watch under my car seat keeping just enough cash to pay my entry. I signed in, got my key and towel and found my locker. Three other guys in there getting undressed and we each discreetly checked each other out. One man in particular caught my eye. Short, slightly tubby, soft looking grey beard and a very friendly look on his face. We made direct eye contact but he then left while I was still getting undressed.

Off to the showers and then to explore. Typical setup, coffee and chat area, spa pool, steam room, sauna, cruise maze (with glory-holes) and a number of private rooms containing a plastic covered mattress, a basket of condoms and a switch to dim the light. Downstairs was the porn tv area and more private rooms. Outside were gardens and a heated pool.

Ok first stop was the steam room so down the steps I went. A number of towels hanging on the hooks outside which looked promising. When I first opened the door and stepped in and had no vision at all. The room was very dark and it took a while for my eyes to adjust so I just groped my way along the wall, feeling the odd slippery body until I could feel a gap where I could slip in and be seated.

Just being there was good for my spirits. Very obviously from the sounds, some one was being fucked and I quickly realised that one of the guys beside me was having his cocked sucked by his neighbor. Nothing happening on my other side so I let my hand move against his thigh and when he did not move away I started to slide across and down to his crotch.

I struck gold, a lovely smallish rather droopy cock the readily sprang to when I started to gently fondle it. Now his hand found me and we enjoyed some mutual wanking for some minutes but then I upped the action and leaned over and took him into my mouth. He was so nice, probably just over 5”, cut and fairly thick. A delicious mouthful.

Meanwhile my other neighbor who was still enjoying his blowjob was caressing my back and the man who’s knob I was sucking was caressing my illegal bahis cheeks and neck. I sat up again after a while and at this point my partner leaned over and took me into his mouth. Obviously finding the position uncomfortable he dropped to his knees and proceeded to very slowly and very thoroughly suck my rapidly hardening cock as deep as he could manage. Not deep throating but still very, very nice. His fingers tickled my balls and in turn I pinched his nipples and stroked his cheeks and even slipped a finger between his lips so I could feel him licking and sucking my cock and my finger at the same time. Try it sometime, It is magical.

I was here for the long haul so when I felt the tension rising I paused my friend and brought him back beside me. I kissed and bit on his nipples, said thank you and left.

Back to the showers to cool down and then it was time to watch and join the action in the spa pool.

Everything in there is always very discreet. You can be sure there is a lot of fondling and touching going on but the bubbling water hides everything. It can be quite nice to be lying there enjoying the heat and feel of the water rushing around you and suddenly a very gentle toe is touching your groin and across from you, seemingly quite detached, someone is just teasing you along. Maybe they do not want it to go further, sometimes it is just a nice thing to do and receive.

This time there were a couple of men on their own and a couple sitting very close and it was not hard to imagine what they were up to. No action for me so after about five minutes I climbed out and went next door to the sauna. The is very little action in there. It is quite brightly lit and a lot of guys just use it to dry off after a shower or the pool.

So far I have not seen any sign of the fellow who caught my eye when I first arrived and I hope he is not off in a room somewhere as I want him for my own but he could well have been in the steam room and I would never have known.

Once I had dried sufficiently, the towel tied around my waist I went to explore the maze. I have to say it is the worst excuse for a maze I have ever seen but its all we have so we just have to make do with it. A few guys standing round, as you walked past a hand might stroke your thigh, if they looked interesting it was a simple matter to walk back into one of the alcoves, illegal bahis siteleri towels over the shoulders and some mutual masturbation or fucking. I neglected to say that we all got issued a couple of tubes of lube when we arrived, I always left mine in my locker, too easy to lose it while cruising and I can always go and retrieve it if I meet someone nice. There are baskets of condoms in every room plus a paper towel dispenser.

No sign of my man up here and I am getting slightly obsessive so downstairs I go. The TV room has half a dozen me sitting , one guy sucking another who sat on the row behind him otherwise little action so it is time to check the unlocked rooms.

The very first room is a sort of community room with wall to wall mattresses and here he was just sitting in the corner. I went and sat near him, gave him a grin and just gently touched his thigh.

A big smile in return, his towel was pulled aside offering me free access and to it I went.

So sweet. Uncut, a very bristly base of pubic hair, and as it lengthened into my warm mouth it was probably 6″ of very hard cock.

We soon attracted an audience. I was lying on my side, my friend on his back and someone reached for my cock pulled on my hip to straighten me slightly and then I was being sucked. Another guy crouched between us pinching and tickling our nipples. I turned my attention to the guy crouching over us and sucked on his readily accessible cock for a few minutes while I stroked my friend’s and the I turned my attention back to him again.

I said softly, shall we go to a room and he said yes, so disengaging ourselves from our partners we went to an adjoining cubicle, put our towels on the bunk locked the door and dimmed the light.

Arms around each other we kissed. He was good, Lovely thick and long tongue which really got my juices going. He had small but very hard nipples and I discovered he liked having them pinched and even more, having me bite them. He pushed me back on the bunk and knelt beside us and started to suck me. Just gently taking a little bit at a time, licking and sliding his lips up and down and gradually he went deeper, never hurrying but the sensation got fuller and fuller until he had me all deep down his throat and there he just held me.

Periodically he would come up for air, gasp and then back down he went again. Talk canlı bahis siteleri about perfection!

I began to feel close to orgasm and I wanted this to last, so I brought him up beside me for more kissing and caressing and nipple play. He sucked on my nipples flicking his tongue, biting gently.

I wanted more of his cock so I moved down the bunk to a 69 position and he wanted me on top. I was able to take his beautiful sexy tool right into my throat, just feel it fill me while my fingers caressed and tickled his balls. I would stop and squirt some saliva onto my fingers so I could lube up the area below his cock to his crack. I kept sucking and wetting my fingers until I was able to gently press my index finger against his arse as I sucked him deeply. Every time I took him in I pressed a bit harder until my finger vanished inside him.

Meanwhile I was experiencing a glorious blow job. My problem is that I tend to focus on what I am doing with my partner and can be a bit unaware of what is happening to me and it takes a real effort to switch from one thing to the other. Back to sucking him, my finger was replace by my longer middle finger and I found his prostate.

Guess what, he was doing the same for me. This was so nice. What he did for me, I did for him and the sensations were exquisite.

He asked if he could fuck me. I said yes but I did not have my lube. No worries, he did and in no time I was on my hands and knees, he was lubing my already wet arsehole and then his condom covered gorgeous cock.

He was very patient and very gently, just pressing lightly against my hole and then more firmly until, all of a sudden he just slipped in. He stayed still for a wee while letting me get used to the feeling of this lovely invasion and then pushed harder and slowly but surely he filled me.

Again he was patient, he just held this position letting me get used to it until I started moving underneath him to give him the ok to start pumping. And pump he did. I tightened up my muscles inside each time he pulled out to add to the pleasure (for both of us)

In no time it was over, he grunted, moaned and then I could feel him stiffening inside me as he came. He leaned over me resting on my back for a minute then slowly pulled out. Stripped off the condom and tossed it in the bin and lay beside me for a cuddle.

It turns out he was visiting the city and was leaving in a couple of days so we are unlikely to meet again, dammit.

I stood up and masturbated while he pinched on my nipples and came very quickly.

A nice way to spend an afternoon.

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My wife and I joined the Roadies Biker Club a few years ago for fun, in hopes of meeting people and finding others with the love for Harleys that we had. Thankfully we were fairly welcomed in to the club and found a home among like minded people. We were young in our early thirties, and without many restraints save for a work a day job.

About six months ago the group started accepting new applicants and before we knew it there was new couple aboard. They were more middle aged and very anxious to be taken in by the group, often hanging around the bar with us to get integrated. Chuck was in his early fifties, in fairly good shape, bald, donning a goatee, and very and very interested in showing everyone he was young at heart.

Especially when it came to his doting wife who, while attractive, spent most of her time chasing after her husband and talking about their now grown children. Chuck had spent most of his time around children after marrying young and rarely had fun, so joining the bike club was a big deal for him. My wife and I were fairly different. I was slimmer, with a full head of dark hair, and took good care of my body.

After six months in, my wife Kelly and I made friends with Chuck and his wife Sheryl and spent a good portion of time together, drinking and getting to know one another. They were at that age where they could travel now and a local biker convention garnered out attention.

As usual Sheryl and I were ready to hit the road, and much to our surprise Chuck and Sheryl asked to join along. Chuck more than Sheryl, of course. Sheryl was content to stay behind but Chuck persuaded her after days of maybes.

Nonetheless after a few days we all hit the canlı bahis şirketleri road together driving side by side and paling around as we usually did, and Chuck loved where we’d holed up for the weekend. Kelly suggested joined hotel rooms, and surely enough we were neighbors. I didn’t mind it too much since Chuck and Sheryl were good people, but most times it was just the pair of us enjoying the sights and partying.

In either case, the first night there, we all prepared to hit the town and Sheryl and Kelly made a point of rushing out first for a trip to the bars. I combed my hair preparing to leave as Chuck rushed out obviously nervous and prepared to blow off some steam for the night.

“You’re more pumped than I am,” I laughed tying my boots.

“I love my family, but thirty years tied down and you get antsy,” he smirked.

“We have a weekend to let off some steam,” I assured him walking toward the door.

“Thanks a lot for letting us tag along.”

“No problem,” I replied shaking his hand.

He gave me a hearty hug prompting a chuckle of gratitude from me and much to my shock, before I could step back, he’d leaned in kissing me. I’d have responded but was surprised he’d managed not only to kiss me, but shoved his tongue down my throat with zeal. I lurched back pushing him a way slightly as he turned slightly ashamed.

“I’m sorry,” he insisted softly.

“It’s fine, I’m flattered but… your wife.”

“I’ve just been in to you since we met. I can’t help it…”

“I’m married. We’re both married,” I insisted, “Nothing can happen here.”

“I just wanted to see what it’d be like to kiss you,” he muttered, “No one ever has to canlı kaçak iddaa know what we did.”

I was always a thrill seeker for new experiences and I admit the prospect kind of excited me, so I agreed to keep it cool. I turned to leave again and before I could turn, Chuck leaned in for a deeper kiss. Except this time I didn’t really pull back and reciprocated, grabbing the back of his head and kissing him deeply. As we brushed tongues, Chuck looked in to my eyes excited and we stepped back toward the bed.

Before I knew it, I was unbuckling my leather pants and slid them down around my ankles. Chuck silently dropped to his knees and slid his mouth down around my hard cock, swallowing it and sucking it almost like a pro. I sighed, moaning in pleasure and leaned my head back with my legs spread as Chuck sucked furiously at my cock. It was obvious he’d thought about sucking me off for a while now as he maneuvered around my cock intent on pleasing me. I sat back with my shirt up and head back moaning and sighing as he crouched down at the edge of the bed sucking and running his hands down my tan abs.

I stood up and we traded passionate kisses as I unbuckled his pants and slid them down rubbing his hard cock as he sighed kissing me passionately. I turned bending him down along the edge of the bed and while grabbing his hips thrust in to him in one swift motion. He grunted sighing and looked back as I slowly pumped him and then quickly picked up speed pounding him. He grunted and moaned submitting to the hard pounding on his butt as I dominated him, pounding fast and hard and panting while he groaned taking it in with long moans.

After moments of soft moans between us canlı kaçak bahis I grunted dropping down over him as I came in to him. I moaned as he masturbated beneath me releasing with a loud grunt. After moments of panting and heaving, I slid back sliding my cock out and walked back to the bathroom to wash up. He sat along the bed lying back, almost stunned and satisfied, looking over at me as if he’d lived out a bucket list item.

Shortly after that encounter, we agreed to keep it between us, cleaning up and forming a pact. Suffice to say, whatever happened in the room relieved any aggression, as we entered in to the party without worry, and our wives were never the wiser. Sheryl always did wonder why Chuck seemed so ecstatic that night, and surely enough only we knew why.

After that day all four of us were together quite often, and though Chuck and I never made anything of it, we had so much fun we made sure to have the experience again.

The next morning, we’d all had breakfast together and we’d sent the wives off to the restaurant downstairs ahead of us as we dressed. And like clockwork, Chuck was in our room spread and naked as we fucked, relieving all our anxiety on one another up in the room. Within an hour we were back in to the party with Sheryl and Kelly.

Chuck especially loved being the submissive bottom in the friendship and soon our little session became a ritual before every night out. By some quick thinking, Chuck convinced wife Sheryl that guys always prepared to go out together much like women did.

And every time we had double dates or outings, Chuck and I would relieve our tension with a hard pounding with one another before venturing out with the wives.

They’d laugh off our delays as just guys being guys, and we’d laugh along with them, knowing what they didn’t. For them it was guys being guys, but for us it was finally having a damn good adventure we loved that was just for the guys.

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For the past few years, I have had fantasies of experiencing sex with another man. Guys do not turn me on when I see one walking down the street, nor do the Hollywood “hotties” do anything for me.

But, the idea of being in bed with a man, experiencing all the things men aren’t supposed to experience, really turns me on. I would say that for the last year I have turned to my bisexual fantasies during masturbation and even sometimes when I’m engaged in sex with my wife.

My closest friend in the world recently moved out of state and now we only keep in touch over the phone. I might also add that a suggestion from him is the reason I have been fantasizing about other men.

Let me explain. A few years ago, Joseph and I were doing some bar hopping during a “guy’s night out”. We were walking along a downtown street when we passed an adult bookstore. We were both kind of buzzed and trying to figure out what we wanted to do, so for the lack of anything better, we entered.

I had been in these stores in the passed and so had Joseph, but never together. We walked around together, looking at the different movies and magazines. At times, we were acting like teenagers, pointing out huge breasts or abnormally large penises. We were having a good time and were enjoying our juvenile outbursts.

We started back to the booths, and Joseph admitted that seeing a few movies would be just the thing for him “I could use a good cum!” He exclaimed.

Now, I’ve jacked off before in the booths, but I never told anyone about it! So, when Joseph proclaimed his intentions, he took me a little off guard. I followed along, saying nothing to him. We got our tokens and went inside the dimly lit room.

We stopped at the “directory” of movies and both decided on different lesbian films. We went to separate booths across the hall from one another.

When I got into my booth, I put the tokens in and began flipping through the channels to find the movie I was looking for.

Within a few minutes I was watching a scene involving two women who were kissing and exploring each other with their hands. I was getting pretty horny and I decided to take my penis out and masturbate.

I watched the two buxom women pretending to have sex and stroking myself into frenzy. Within a few minutes, I had a fair orgasm, (okay, okay, pretty damn good one). I slid myself back into my pants, and exited the booth.

As I was exiting the booth, so was Joseph. He was smiling and jokingly asked “was it as good for you as it was for me?” My only reply, of course was, “What are you talking about?” He stopped and leaned up against the wall, looking at me incredulously. “Oh come on, you mean that you didn’t jack off?” He quietly asked.

I was getting embarrassed, so I decided to shift the attention from me back to him. “You just had a better movie than I did!” I jokingly pushed him aside and opened the door to the booth he was in to get a look at what he was watching.

Well, if I was embarrassed when he asked me if I was jacking off, I was extremely embarrassed to see what he was watching. When I looked at the small screen, his movie was still playing and the scene was on two guys, wrapped up in a sixty-nine and going to town on each other’s erection!

When I came back out, I fully intended to apologize to Joseph and tell him that it was okay and I didn’t care. After all, he was my best friend. But, when I backed out of the booth, he was gone.

I exited the store and I couldn’t find him anywhere. I was a little concerned, because he was the driver that night and I didn’t want him to be affected by what I saw.

I headed back to the parking lot that his car was in and found Joseph leaning against his car.

“Why did you leave?”

“Why do you think?” Was his only reply.

I knew that he was mad and probably deathly embarrassed. I figured that I had to do some damage control. “It’s okay man, I don’t care what you were watching!”

“Yeah, but now you know. Come on let’s get home!”

With that, he opened the door to the car and climbed in. I walked around and also got into the car. I really wanted him to know that I was okay with this and that he should also. “Joe, you and I have been best friends for years!” I quickly added, “I don’t care what you’re into, you’re my best friend and that’ll never change.”

Joseph reached across and punched me in the arm, rather hard I must add. “So, you don’t mind that I watched a gay porno and got off?” It was more a questioning statement than a question. My reply was instant “I’m not concerned about that, and yes I got off too.” Joseph looked at me, smiled and drove on.

We drove in silence for a while. My mind was wondering about my discovery and also wondering what it was about the movie that got him so hot.

“Can I ask a question?”

“Oh, here it comes!” He was really defensive and for good reason, I guess.

“No, really. I just wanted to know what it was about sex with a man you find interesting.”

He canlı bahis şirketleri pulled the car over to the side of the street and put it in park. “Bryant, I’m not gay and not really bisexual.” He added: “I’ve never slept with a man and don’t intend to.” He stopped and looked out the windshield for a minute before continuing.

“It’s kind of like watching two women have sex. It’s the mystery of sex with a man that sometimes turns me on.” Chuckling, he put the car in gear and moved back into traffic.

“What are you laughing about?” I wondered.

“I’m not going to come onto you.” Then, laughing harder: “Unless you want me to.”

That got us both going and we laughed and joked about being gay all the way home.

Joseph and I never said another word about it.

Since that night, I never completely got the idea out of my head. I went back to the bookstore one night, got some tokens and sat in a booth to watch one for myself.

The movie was a “fuck-flick”. It opened up with a guy sucking on another man’s erection. He was using his hand in rhythm with his mouth. The other guy was very hard and moaning. Within a few minutes, the man being sucked was moaning louder, he grasped the head of the other man and began to orgasm. The sucking man lifted his mouth off and began to pump the penis he was working on with his hand. The next scene was a cum shot of monumental proportions.

Sitting there, watching this made me extremely horny. I couldn’t believe that I was getting hard watching this, but I couldn’t deny it either. During the next movie, I had my own erection out and stroking fast.

I watched a scene that showed one man licking the pre-cum from another. I got an idea and looked down to see my own juices flowing. So, naturally, I tasted myself and found that just doing that turned me on even more. So, I came furiously! I caught my own seed in my hand and licked a little. I found that the taste wasn’t bad at all and within a few seconds, my hand was clean.

For the next two years, my curiosity consumed me. I graduated to looking at pictures on the Internet and watching gay porno flicks more and more. I’ve used cucumbers inside me and even my wife’s vibrator to further my curiosity.

About three months ago, Joseph called me and told me that he was coming back for a weekend. I made arrangements to take that Friday off and told Joseph that we’d be able to spend the entire weekend hanging out.

My wife was away visiting family for the weekend, so we could basically do whatever we wanted. Of course my thoughts ran the gambit of possibilities. I never shared my newfound commonality with my friend, but I decided that I would when he got here.

I picked up Joseph from the airport and we headed back to my house. Once inside, we put his things in the guest room and I left him so he could get situated.

That night, we went out for a steak dinner and some drinks. We chatted for hours to catch up on jobs and family news. We went to one of our old favorite bars and continued to catch up on our lives. At the end of the night, we were both pretty buzzed and decided to take a cab home.

Once inside, we settled onto the couch. I was sitting on the couch with him and we were sharing a Scotch. I raised my glass for a toast and we clinked the glasses together, “To the best friend in the world!” I toasted.

“Hey, always best friends.” He replied.

I figured that it was now or never. I wanted to advance this and see what happened. My only fear was that he had changed his views on being with a man and I would ruin the whole weekend. But with the alcohol and my horniness, I decided to push forward.

“What about more than best friends?” I asked. To me, it sounded like more than a whisper and I feared that he didn’t hear me.

He mockingly choked on his drink and looked at me. “What do you mean?” and he laughed a little.

“Well,” I stared, “Do you remember in the porn shop, when I looked and saw that you were watching a gay flick?”

He flared immediately, “Why did you have to bring that up?”

I reached over and put my hand on his knee, “Relax, don’t get defensive. I just wanted to know if you remembered that.” I said.

“Yeah, I remember, why?” He was still a little upset. Again, I was in the damage control phase. “Well, after that, I couldn’t get my mind off the idea. I decided to go back to the porn shop to investigate.” I explained.

Joseph was silently waiting for more. So, I continued: “I watched a few movies myself and found that I was extremely turned on by watching two men together.”

He raised his eyebrow about as fast as he raised his glass to his mouth draining his drink. “And?” he asked.

I felt my face flare, the heat on my forehead was intense and I knew that I was blushing. “And . . . I haven’t gotten the idea out of my head since.” I confessed. “I’ve been back to watch movies several times. I masturbate thinking about it and I always come hard.”

I waited for his reply and finished my canlı kaçak iddaa drink. Joseph got up, and asked if I wanted another. I handed my glass to him and he poured us both a glass.

Sitting back down on the couch, he turned to face me. “What are you saying?” He asked.

Here it is, it’s either all the way or back out. “I want to, I want to – try.” I squeaked. “The way I figure it, there isn’t anyone else I want to try with but you.” I continued: “We’ve been friends for years and if you’re still inclined that way, I’d love to explore with you.”

“Let’s sleep on it tonight and see if you still feel the same in the morning when you’re not under the influence, okay?”

I felt let down, but what could I say? “Okay, but I’m sure about this. It’s all I’ve thought about for months!”

“Then you’ll still feel the same tomorrow morning, let’s think about it a little, and let me think about it.”

Then he was up off the couch and walking to his room. “G’nite.” Was the only thing he said.

I figured that we were done as friends. I figured that he’d changed his thoughts and was no longer interested in sex with men. I felt dejected and a little mad; after all, it was he that put these thoughts in my head.

I finished my drink and headed to my room. I got into bed and began musing over my mistake of coming on to my best friend. The alcohol took control and soon I was drifting to sleep.

In my sleep and booze induced state, I heard a soft knock on the door. “Bryant?” Another knock, “Are you awake?” I sat up in bed, “Yeah, what’s up?”

Joseph opened the door and said: “Can I come in?”

“Of course, I’m sorry that I suggested that.” I said, and then continued: “I didn’t really stop to think that you weren’t interested in that anymore.”

Joseph sat on the bed beside me. It was a warm night and I only had a sheet covering me. He placed his hand on my inner thigh, near my knee. “It’s not that I’m not interested, I’m just worried that our friendship would suffer.”

I leaned back on my elbows and looked at him. I could barely make up the outline of his face in the darkness.

“Joseph, I only asked you because you’re my friend. I don’t want our friendship to suffer either, but I do want to experience this. And, I want it to be with you, someone I trust and someone I know won’t turn into a freak.”

While I said that, I lay back and placed my hand on his knee. I could feel that he wasn’t wearing pants but I didn’t know what he had on. I let my thumb rub back and forth on his skin. And his thumb started to move on my leg.

“What do you think?” I asked.

“You have to know that I have fantasized about this for years. I never made any advances because I didn’t want to harm our friendship.” He continued: “but, now that I know you’re thinking the same thing, I have to make a request.”

My heart was beating faster, “Anything!” Was all I could say.

“My fantasies revolve around taking care of you. I want to satisfy you. I want to feel you inside me.” He said. “I don’t want to fuck, I want to make love.”

“Ohhhh, that’s what makes this with you the best thing.” It was a dumb response, but the only one I could muster.

He continued to stroke his thumb on my knee, but now he was squeezing slightly with the rest of his hand. “I want us to have sex, just like we would with a woman.” He said. That confused me a little. But he erased the confusion by his next question. “Will you kiss me?”

If I had needed any further coercing, that was it!

I sat up on the bed, taking my hand from his knee; I reached up and found his face. I whispered: “I would love to kiss you.” Leaning into him, I found his lips with my own. I felt the stubble of our chins as I slightly parted my lips to touch his lips with my tongue. Joseph leaned in to me and his mouth also parted. For the first time, our tongues touched and I felt a tingle run from my tongue, through my body and explode in my crotch.

In a few minutes, we both loosened up a little and our kissing became more intense and passionate. We took turns sucking on each other’s lips and tongues. Both of his arms were wrapped around my neck. Our heads were leaning to opposite sides; our tongues were exploring each other’s mouths. It was incredibly intense.

Joseph broke our kiss first and I moaned my displeasure, but he soon began to kiss my neck, moving his tongue in light circles on my skin. He kissed up to my ear lobe, gently sucking it into his mouth. Then he moved back to my neck, playfully biting and licking as he went. I could feel his hot breath on my skin and my penis was more erect that I had ever felt.

I was in another place in my mind. My most recent fantasies were coming true! I could feel his stubble brushing against the skin of my neck and then my shoulder as he moved his mouth to explore further.

My hands came up to his arms; I reveled in the feeling of the muscles in his arms and then his shoulders. I took his face back into my hands and raised his mouth from canlı kaçak bahis my skin. I planted my mouth on his and we were back to twirling our tongues together.

I let my hands slide to his chest and my fingers found his nipples. I pinched and lightly pulled at each nipple, they were hard and pronounced. I loved the feel the hair around his nipples and I was getting more and more turned on by the second.

Joseph gently pushed me back onto the bed and lay himself with his leg between mine. His crotch was on my hip and his hip was pushing into my own swollen crotch. We were back to kissing and I loved the feeling of his weight on top of me and the feel of his erect penis grinding against my hip.

I let my hands slide down his strong back. One hand I slid down his ass feeling the cotton of his underwear. I grasped one cheek in my hand and squeezed, pulling his crotch into my hip even further.

“Mmmm, this is better than I expected.” He moaned.

“I love this, I love to feel you on top of me.”

I slid my free hand down his back and around his hip. I pushed it between our bodies and felt him. I had never seen Joseph naked and didn’t have the faintest idea of what his penis looked like. But, I could feel through the fabric of his underwear that he was of average size and very hard.

I loved the feeling of his hardness in my hand. My hand slid from his scrotum and along the shaft to the head. I traced the shape of the head with my finger, but couldn’t really get an idea of how it felt from the position of my hand.

“Let me feel you.” I whispered in his ear.

He rolled over onto his back and his hand immediately plunged inside my own underwear.

“Ohhhh, you’re so hard. I’ve never felt another man, but this is what I’ve imagined.”

I don’t know what I said, but I know a sound came out of my mouth. I was on my side, and I was propped up on my elbow. I reached to his face and used a finger to trace his lips. His tongue came out and he licked my finger before sucking it into his mouth. It was very erotic and very tender.

I was very aware of my finger inside his mouth and his hand wrapped around my erection. I slid my finger from his mouth and replaced it with my tongue and as he sucked on my tongue, our saliva mixing together, my hand slid down over his chest. I felt his firm stomach with my fingertips and continued to the waistband of his underwear.

My hand slid inside and the brushed his hard penis. I wrapped my eager fingers around the shaft of my friend and began slowly stroking him. I only stopped long enough to touch and then grope his balls and then back to his penis.

I could feel that he had almost no pubic hair and his scrotum was clean-shaven. I was so turned on by this! I keep myself trimmed and my balls are free of hair as well. I marveled in the feeling of his hard penis and the soft skin of his scrotum.

He sat up and pushed me back down on the bed again, this time a little more forcefully. He got up onto his knees and hooked the waistband of my shorts. Very deftly, he stripped me of my underwear and I lay there, naked and waiting for my friend and now my lover.

Joseph leaned over me and lightly kissed my mouth. He moved his face to the side of mine and whispered: “I want to make you cum.”

I couldn’t answer him and I don’t think he was asking my permission anyway. His face left mine and went directly to my crotch.

He leaned on one elbow between my spread legs. Joseph took my hardness in his hand and began to stroke it. I soon felt his hot breath against my thigh and I could feel his tongue on my skin as he traced a line with his tongue up my thigh, kissing lightly as he went.

He used his tongue to trace the area of my skin where my thigh reaches the pubic area. I was lost in an exotic, passionate place that I never wanted to leave. He gently laid my penis back onto my body and replaced his hand with his tongue.

My lover ran his tongue from my scrotum, along the shaft to the head and then back down to my balls. He gently sucked one ball into his mouth and rolled it with his tongue. I could hear a moan escape from him as he worked with my ball in his mouth.

I was getting so turned on, I almost forgot about his body. But I soon rectified that. I began to rub his leg from his ankle up to his crotch. He was still wearing his underwear, but my fingers easily slid into the leg opening and soon I had him back in my hand. I wanted unrestricted access, so I released him and with one hand pulled his shorts off.

When I got his shorts down to his knees, my hand went back to his stiff penis. Now, I could take his whole penis into my hand and stroke it.

“Ohhhh, that feels sooooo good!” Joseph moaned.

“Mmmm, you feel sooooo good in my hand.”

He was licking my balls and shaft again. Each time his tongue reached the head of my penis, my body shuddered. I wanted him to take me into his mouth.

“Please, Joe, suck me into your mouth, pleeeeeeease!” I begged him.

I felt him lift my erection again, and his hot mouth engulfed my cock.

“Yeeessss! Oh please baby, suck my cock into your mouth.” I think I was screaming! It felt sooooo good and it felt so naughty but wonderful at the same time.

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This is the second of three parts in the “A Daughter’s Lust” short series.

This is the father/daughter version of a set of the original “It Doesn’t Count” series of three-part stories. All are basically the same with slightly different character relationships. “It Doesn’t Count” involves a brother and sister, “A Mother’s Lust” involves a mother and son, “It Doesn’t Matter” involves an older woman and her daughter’s young ex-boyfriend, while “It Shouldn’t Matter” involves a young woman and her younger sister’s ex-boyfriend. You can read any or all of them, according to your tastes, but the vast majority of all parts of all stories are the same.

— The Author

*

Amy stared at the ceiling, bothered by a strand of dust that had seemingly grown overnight in the corner of her bedroom. She’d have to get the broom out tomorrow.

She snapped back to what she was doing, or what she was supposed to be doing, with the sudden realization that she was so utterly bored by Matt that she thought about housekeeping as he fucked her. They’d only been dating for five weeks, and she was already that bored. He lay on her, and between her, and inside of her, thrusting away, while Amy stared at the ceiling noticing bothersome cobwebs.

Amy made a concerted effort to focus on Matt. She let her fingers trace the contours of his shoulder blades. She let her hands drift down to his ass, where she halfheartedly pulled him further inside her. She let her lips nibble on his ears and neck.

She quickly admitted to herself that this wasn’t doing anything for her. She easily let herself do as she’d done for the past several weeks, almost since she and Matt had started sleeping together.

She thought about her father.

Amy closed her eyes, and instantly it was her father on top of her, and her father inside of her. Amy soon came alive, unconsciously stroking Matt’s back and moving her own hips in time with his, helping him to find her own rhythm, and to penetrate her more deeply. A low moan escaped her lips. Her breathing quickened. In response, Matt quickened his thrusts as well, either for his own pleasure, or mistakenly thinking that he was having some effect on Amy.

Matt began to kiss her. Amy hated the way Matt kissed, and because of that she couldn’t even pretend that it was her father kissing her. Daddy had to kiss better than Matt did, but she had no way of knowing, because she and Daddy had never kissed, at least not like that, not passionately. Her father had never given her anything more than a parental peck on the lips. She had to imagine what it would be like, but she couldn’t with Matt’s mouth on her own. It ruined the moment for her. She twisted her head to the side in frustration, seemingly in an act of uncontrolled passion, ripping her mouth away from his.

“Oh, baby,” Amy whispered ambiguously. “Fuck me, baby, fuck me like only you can.”

Matt redoubled his efforts as Amy pictured her daddy. She imagined that it was his breath panting on her neck, his chest crushing her breasts between them, and his ass cheeks withstanding the raking tear of her fingernails. Her screams became louder, matching the rhythms of her body’s lust.

“Oh, baby, oh, yes, fuck me Da…”

Amy caught herself, she hoped in time.

“Deeper,” she recovered. “Fuck me deeper, baby.”

Matt began to groan. Amy wickedly heard her powerful father groaning in his place. She felt her father’s strong hands suddenly tighten on her shoulders, using them for leverage to force himself more deeply inside of her. She felt her father’s mouth open passionately against her neck, bathing it in hot, wet kisses. And she screamed with him as she came, soon after she felt his cock stiffen and surge inside of her, imagining that it was her darling, sweet, caring father ferociously pumping her full of cum.

She didn’t trust many men. The few she’d had had always hurt her. The only man she could really trust was her father. He was always there for her. He had always, always helped her, even when he’d punished her. She could count on him all the time, no matter what. He was a man he could trust with anything, especially her body. She could take him into her so easily, without any fear or inhibitions.

In moments, her daddy had brought her to orgasm, just as he had many weeks ago. He’d done it then, and now, without once touching her, although at least that first time they’d been in the same room together. He’d then gone on to do it almost every time she’d been fucked by Matt. Her father had never laid a finger on her in all of her life, and yet he had given her more orgasms, and more powerful orgasms, than any other man, ever.

Amy stared at the ceiling, this time seeing absolutely nothing, but wishing she were somewhere else, anywhere else, with Daddy.

* * *

In the weeks after her father and Amy had pantomimed sleeping together, when Amy had made her daddy come simply by brushing his cock with her long hair, nothing more, Amy had gone on to create a twisted but harmless game out of teasing him. illegal bahis She flirted with him shamelessly. She dressed provocatively. She was constantly almost touching him, or almost kissing him, or almost hugging him, just as they had that night in bed together. She called him “lover” and “baby” and “honey”, and any other sweetheart’s pet name she could think of.

He grumbled about it occasionally, but at worst he took it well, and Amy knew that in fact he really liked it. He even seemed to get a little angry when she didn’t play the game. Sometimes she did that, she just treated him like her father, to get him jealous. It made her feel warm to know he was jealous, and hungry enough for her attention to let her frustrate him so easily.

And he had stopped dating other women.

* * *

Don had Megan on her stomach beneath him. He propped himself up on his arms, staring at the curves of her smooth, round ass, as he slowly and patiently slipped his cock in and out of her tight, slippery cunt. He’d taken to bedding only young blonds lately, preferably straight haired, young blonds. By fucking them from behind, like this, with their faces in the pillow, he could easily imagine that his lovers were actually his daughter Amy.

He focused on the feel of Megan’s cunt around his cock. In moments, all that existed were his stiff, engorged prick and the warm, moist feeling of the soft, enveloping, living walls of her cunt. Except it wasn’t Megan’s cunt Don felt, it was Amy’s. Don would gently move his hips forward and back, trying to subtly increase the strength of the sensations along the length of his shaft. It felt best when he could push himself all the way in, so her hot cunt smothered his cock completely to the base, and he felt entirely consumed by her. He could hold himself there, enjoying the encompassing, drenching warmth, and enjoying the fantasy of both completely filling and being embraced by his daughter’s delicious cunt.

It couldn’t last, though. Don stayed calmly deep inside of her, but as the sensations grew less intense, Don had to pull himself slowly out, savoring the feeling of Megan’s cunt as it tugged on the skin of his prick and the rim around the head of his prick. Once he’d withdrawn far enough, as far as he could stand, he’d reverse and teasingly ease his way back in, enjoying both the friction and the growing warmth as her cunt took his entire cock again, inch by satisfying inch.

Megan began to squeal in a breathy, high pitched voice.

“Faster, Don, faster, fuck me faster. Please, faster.”.

Don ignored her for a long while, trying to lose himself in his dream of having his cock in his own daughter. He resented the intrusion Megan’s pleas brought, the reminder in the sound of her voice that she wasn’t Amy, she was just Megan.

Finally, when he knew there was no other way, Don completely changed his mood. He abruptly rammed himself into Megan as hard and deep as he could, as quickly as he could, so that her pleas soon changed to unintelligible screams as she clenched the pillow with her hands and wailed at the headboard.

It was easy enough then for Don to imagine that her wordless sounds were Amy’s, and that his daughter was coming violently for him. Don hammered her that much harder in response to his thoughts, then tried as intently as he could not to come, to make it last, both for himself and for Amy.

He felt a pang of guilt as he fucked her, in imagining his daughter. He was supposed to protect her. She meant everything to him. There was no way he could ever do this with her. He wanted to, he’d never experienced anything as exciting as this. But she trusted him. He had another role to play. He was her father. She need him as a father.

But she was also a beautiful woman. She’d grown into something amazing before his eyes. She had a sex appeal that defied words, or thoughts, or feelings. It was embarrassing, but his lust for her overwhelmed everything else. Added to his love for her, it was irresistible.

Don once again imagined that it was Amy’s sweet little ass beneath him. He imagined that the squeals he heard were Amy’s, loving every moment of every inch of cock that he was giving her.

Eventually, he couldn’t hold back. He remembered the look on Amy’s face as she had violently whipped her hair around above him, when pretending to straddle and ride him, with her fingers buried in her beautiful golden cunt as she pumped herself vigorously toward climax. He remembered the angelic smile she wore as she came for him. With that image in his mind, and Megan’s screams changed to Amy’s in his own ears, he lost control, pumping his lover full of cum, emptying himself into her with complete abandon, emptying himself in his mind into his loving baby daughter.

“Did you like that, beautiful?” he whispered into her ear as he lay on her, panting and sweating and recovering. “Did you like the way I fucked you?”

“Mm hm,” Megan replied, wordlessly, and again Don could easily imagine it was Amy.

He rolled off of Megan onto his back, to stare illegal bahis siteleri at the ceiling as she maneuvered herself under his arm and onto his chest to snuggle. He kissed the top of her head, but held his breath as he did so, because her hair didn’t smell at all like Amy’s.

* * *

“Okay, here’s the first one. Now don’t be too critical, okay? If you don’t like it, you can say so, but don’t give me all the gory details about why it looks bad on me.”

Don rolled his eyes. Of course he’d tell her she looked great in it, partly because she couldn’t take hearing anything else, but mostly because she would look great in it. Don wasn’t quite sure why she suddenly needed help in picking favorite outfits to wear for her new boyfriend, but watching Amy model clothes was probably way up there in his top ten list of things to do. She was, as he’d always proudly known, a knockout.

Amy stepped out of the short hallway wearing a sheer black baby doll, with high heels. It was more than sheer. It was almost like wearing nothing. It was open up the middle, too, tied only loosely at the bust by a single, narrow, white satin ribbon. The bare insides and undersides of her breasts were clearly visible, while the remaining outlines of her breasts and her nipples showed starkly through the fabric.

Don sat up straighter. She hadn’t told him she was modeling lingerie. If he’d known he was’nt entirely sure that he would have agreed. He liked to think that he would have refused. For now, he stared.

* * *

Amy watched her daddy’s eyes cruise from head to toe and up again. Once he’d taken her in, she spun around and then stopped, facing away from him with her feet together and her bare ass thrust back towards him. She smiled coyly over her shoulder.

“Well? Do you like it?”

She could tell that he did. He was virtually squirming in his chair, trying to fight down a growing erection. Amy imagined that she could see beads of sweat forming on his brow.

“That one’s nice,” was all he could get out.

Amy grinned, knowing that he wanted to say a lot more, and was thinking even more than that.

“Okay, this isn’t so much of a hit. Let me try something hotter,” she said.

Amy walked as slowly and as erotically out of the room as she could, making sure that her father got a thorough eyeful before she vanished to change into something even better.

* * *

By the fourth outfit, Don was sure that he was going to die, or maybe already had died. The second had been white, full body length, and flowed loosely around her like a mist. It was even more sheer than the first, letting him clearly see her nipples and pubic hairs, and every delightful curve and contour of her body. His daughter had made quite a show of standing in front of the windows, spreading her legs, letting the sunshine silhouette her body with an achingly inviting gap clearly visible between her thighs.

The third was a full body suit, neck to ankles, that hugged her every curve, also black, and also very sheer. It was so confining that it seemed to squeeze her breasts against her chest, yet in so doing it incongruously made them look even larger than they were. It had openings at the crotch, where her gorgeous blond pubic hairs stood out, and at the nipples, which were embarrassingly erect.

Don actually had to fight to keep from automatically shielding his eyes in modesty. By now, he’d given up on hiding his erection. Amy’s eyes constantly strayed to his crotch, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on him.

The fourth outfit was definitely the show stopper. It was a scarlet red satin corset, with garters and matching red fishnet stockings, but she wore no panties. The corset was really almost not there, it was so short. It began well above her belly button, and stopped below the breasts, so they flowed out and over it in their full, natural, unrestrained form as temptingly large, firm, round globes. She spun for him again, giving him a clear view of her bare, sweet ass, then she turned back, as she lifted her hair seductively with her hands, coincidentally bringing her firm breasts up, thrusting her hard, pointed nipples even more prominently toward him. Don admired the delightful peaks of her tits, where her breasts changed from inviting round, fleshy balls to even more inviting, mouth watering cones.

“You like this one best, don’t you?” Amy asked, adopting a sweet little half pout.

Don couldn’t even answer her.

* * *

Amy stood there as her daddy made a quick excuse to leave. He was so cute when he got flustered.

Amy, for herself, could still feel her heart pounding in her chest as she went to change out of the lingerie. She could still feel the blood pulsing in her ears, and had been so conscious of it that she thought that her father must have been aware of it, too. She wanted him to be. She wanted him to know how much modeling for him had excited her.

She’d been tempted to walk over to him, to place his hand on her heart, so he could feel it for himself. She canlı bahis siteleri thought about it. Not on her breasts, but between them, on her heart, although she wouldn’t have minded if he’d let his hands wander from there. Amy’s hand drifted down to her own pussy, feeling how wet she’d become, trying to appease the burning need she felt there.

Amy shook her head, to clear it of all of her lustful thoughts. She’d had her fun. It was time to get ready for her date with Matt.

Which she would do, after she lay on the bed and thought about her father for a while longer.

* * *

“I’m sorry, I really am,” Matt said, turning to avoid the sight of Amy’s tears. “I didn’t mean for things to work out this way. I didn’t know I still had feelings for her.”

“You son of a bitch!” Amy screamed at him. “Don’t you dare say that to me. It’s only been six weeks. Six weeks! You didn’t know? How could you possibly not know?”

“Amy, please…”

“How could you not know? Shit. Just get out. Shit. ‘I still have feelings for her.’ Get out. Leave.”

Matt held Amy’s glare for a long heartbeat, then sighed and seemingly gratefully beat a coward’s retreat. She’d let him off easy by throwing him out so quickly, she thought. She should have made him stay and squirm.

Amy wiped her eyes, wondering why she was bothering to cry. She was just about ready to break up with him, anyway. It just felt so good to have a boyfriend for a change. Not necessarily him, just a boyfriend. When he came along, she’d quickly dropped her silly game with her father, and had a real lover. For a few weeks, everything had been fantastic. She had someone to call, someone to think about, someone to vent to, and someone to sleep with.

Her father hadn’t seemed to mind too much. He had been happy for her, and seemed relieved to be able to start dating, and fucking, every girl he could get, which was pretty much any girl he wanted. Even then, Amy watched him with a touch of jealousy, especially since he’d started dating only blonds, like her. It seemed like every blond in the world was getting a turn with Daddy, except for her.

It didn’t take long, though, for she and Matt to settle into a banal routine. Suddenly they didn’t see each other as much. He didn’t stay over every night. They only had sex when they slept together, never other times, never spontaneously. Apparently, Amy realized now, Matt had already started seeing his old girlfriend on the side. Even later, when it should have been obvious, Amy hadn’t noticed.

Probably because she’d been so focused on Daddy.

Her father had said that Matt was good for her, even if he was a bit too old, and he was happy for her, but she could see the disappointment in his face when he saw them together. Amy and her father both knew that they could never take their game any further, that they’d already gone further than a father and his daughter should ever go. But Amy loved him, in a way she’d never realized, and never should. She was irresistibly attracted to him. Amy thought he felt the same way, and she was sure that her father was hoping they might lose control and take things further the next time.

In all honesty, Amy had been hoping so, too.

So Matt had come along at just the right time. He was what they both needed to help them to separate and clear their heads, and their hearts. Now things had changed again, and Amy had to think about things more seriously. Another man had hurt her again. it seemed that the only man she could trust was Daddy.

* * *

“No, Princess, I really have it this time. You said you were short of cash this week,” her father said, snatching the check before Amy could reach it.

“I’ll get by, Daddy. My next pay check comes tomorrow. Please, let me pay, Daddy. Please.”

Her father stared at her.

“Please, baby?” she said, trying to return to their game. It felt awkward, and she thought it showed on her face, and she thought that he thought so, too.

“I asked you to lunch, it’s a date, and I’m paying,” her father told her, but bashfully, without maintaining eye contact.

Amy smiled. So he wanted to play the game again, too. He was usually so self confident, but when he wasn’t he could be so cute.

“Okay, sweetie,” she answered. “But don’t think I’m putting out again. It will take a little more romance than a simple lunch to get me into bed again.”

He looked her square in the eye, with that same stern, masked expression he wore so often. For a moment, Amy thought she’d gone too far, too fast. She had to learn to be more subtle, she thought, even with Daddy. Especially with Daddy.

“You’ll be like every other girl I date, Amy. You’re dying to get into bed with me, and you’ll do it the first chance I give you.”

Amy laughed uneasily. He’d caught her off guard with his own aggressive candor. And they both knew it was true, every word. Her father was just too good looking, and too mouth wateringly sexy. The broad shoulders capped with a head of sandy blond hair over a well chiseled jaw made most women’s heads turn. The light layer of scruff he kept on his face made him look like a rogue, and it made them wet. At least, it made Amy wet. And his golden brown eyes and his bright smile melted them all, especially Amy.

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The sun shone high and bright in the clear sky, announcing another hot and beautiful day, the type of day where everyone is happy, where the kids are heard playing in the streets of the secluded beach side neighborhood, where birds chirp and couple take walks in the white sand shores.

But for Ryan, it was just another day to mark with a red X on the calendar. One more day without the ability to get anything. Three months ago, he’d received a real gift from god. Twins! Two little boys with light skin and blue eyes. The fourth and fifth children of the family, living together in this big house. Sadly for the happy even, it was followed by mild complications, and Gina, his wife, had to undergo a surgery. She was fine and all, but their sexual life was put on the bench for quite some time. “Three to six months.” had said the doctors. It didn’t sound so bad on the spot, but now….oh ho, it wasn’t the same story.

One month after that eventful double birth, the family had grown again. See Chris, Ryan’s best friend, had lost his house to a terrible fire, a very unlucky electrical accident having burnt all of his belongings. Good thing nobody was in the house at the time. So of course, until things would get rebuilt, Ryan had offered him, his wife and daughter to come reside with him.

So now the house had two married couples, two newborn babies and three toddlers. Needless to say quiet times alone had become practically nothing but a memory of the past. And it was seriously starting to drive him crazy. By nature, Ryan had always had a strong sexual drive, unable to be happy with the average “once a week” the statistique give normal couples. Of course he wouldn’t go insane, it would simply annoy him to be put on the bench. So with now a count of three months without any sex or even the ability to shift himself into manual drive, he was dying inside. He found himself back to his teenage years where a simple close up of naked breasts in an action movie would make his cock tingle to the start of a semi-hard on.

Thinking of it more, staring out the window, a hand in his short brown hair, he realized it might be a bit more than just a red X on the calendar. Gina and Chris’s wife had taken the kids for the week-end, gone to Gina’s parent’s home in the country. Two days all by himself, and he was happy and prepared. A quick run in to the store to rent himself a cheesy porn with big breasts and a tube of lubricant for additional pleasure, he was set, and there was no way he could wait for tonight.

Even though he felt ridiculous for the anticipation of a simple jerk-off, he eagerly went about and started the DVD, plopping his 6’3 of height on the L shaped black leather couch, a hard on already growing before the first images had even spurred on.

Fate would have though, that he would be denied this simple pleasure, Chris walking in the room after having silently entered illegal bahis through the back door. And there he stood in the door way, a toned and tanned man of six feet height, locking his light blue eyes on his own chiseled figure, curious.

“Whatcha watching?”

Chris casual walked and sat right next to a very frustrated Ryan, oblivious to the deep frown of the man’s dark brows, to the squinting of his icy green eyes. Twenty years, they had been friends for twenty and still, Chris often shocked Ryan with how naive and blind he could sometimes be. Under any other circumstances, he probably would have just told him exactly what he was doing, having practically no secrets from one another. They were close, but this was a little private. Even though he had a strong drive, Ryan had always been a bit of a prude.

“Can I just have some time alone, please.” he spat between gritted teeth.

“Wow, someone is grumpy today.”

Chris had finished by slumping his back in the couch, clearly having no intentions of leaving, looking at the screen as the cheesy lines of the porn script began to echo in the room. Placing his medium length raven hair away from his face, he stared at the screen intently, watching the well endowed blond trip all over her lines..and over he “co-star”.

“You’re watching porn in the middle of the day? Ouch. Man you really DO need to get laid.”

Of course Chris was teasing, knowing of the problem Ryan was having in this sector. He just enjoyed being a pain in the ass like that, given there were no serious consequences. As for Ryan, well this wasn’t as fun. Digging his nails in the palm of his fist, his frowned turned into a glare, boring it deep into Chris’s mischievious expression. Already the movie began to give off low moans, confusing Ryan’s angry and frustrated mind, strange thoughts crossing his head. As he pictured himself punching Chris in the jaw, another one came and barged in the confinement of his head…how attractive the man was. Too overwhelmed by frustration, unable to find the right way to react to Chris snide comment, he did something he never thought he’d do. Instead of swing a punch, he lundge himself forward and planted his lips right on Chris’s plumped ones. Every went blank and he froze, both surprised, eyes wide and still. It took several seconds for him to just pull back quickly, a deep crimson blush covering the average tanned skin of his cheeks.

“S-sorry. I have no idea why I did that.”

Of course, his fairly more open minded friend wasn’t nearly as shy or baffled by the little mishap, bursting out in a series of low chuckle, his natural deep voice rolling out in amusement.

“I do. That is what you call desperation.”

“You’re an ass and…”

Barely had begun to defend himself that Ryan was shocked to silence once more, Chris having moved forward to intentionally place another kiss to him, holding him there with a firm grip at the back of Ryan’s neck. At first he just stayed there, not moving, eyes opened as he felt Chris’s lips move on his own. What was going on? Either of them were gay, he was illegal bahis siteleri pretty convinced on that. At least he was sure about himself…used to be. But the more seconds passed, the less stiff he felt, and he eventually gave in, closing his eyes and kissing his friend back, gently at first. They just brushed their lips against one another, their breath mixing while he wrapped their arms around one another.

His heart was already pumping rapidely, confused, scared, anxious and so much more, but the more it went, the more it sped even faster, pumping harder, raw lust beginning to overtake the mix. Still present of mind, knowing he was on the edge of just losing it fully to passion, he stopped, parting his lips and look questionningly at Chris through is half lidded eyes.

“What..why…are you?”

Again, Chris first answered with a chuckle, nodding his head in negation.

“No, but I might be bi. Can’t know until you try. And honestly, there were a few times when I was curious and you looked like you could use that right now.”

There was no time for Ryan to try and argue the logic, no time for him to doubt or think this was a bad idea. Instead he was assaulted by passion, Chris returning to kissing with more vigor than before, his lips playing his with crude sexual hunger. He was too good, it was too good, the taste of Chris, the moist of his plum lips, the scent of his freshly shaved skin. Never in his life would he have dreamt kissing another man to be this arousing. Enough to find himself parting his friend’s lips with his tongue, exploring the inside of his mouth avidly.

Rapture and pure insanity. Ryan had never found himself getting so hard so quickly, his hands now traveling up and down Chris’s back, his throat letting way to a rumbled humming of pleasure, the heat flaring in between the two. He didn’t care that he was with another guy, that this probably wasn’t right giving they both were happily married, didn’t care that the window was opened wide or of anything really. He just wanted to keep kissing him, Chris, his best friend for the past twenty years, this attractive man that normally made women drool whenever he’d walk on the beach in nothing but board shorts.

Possessed completed by his own lust, Ryan grabbed solidly at a chunk of hair at the back of Chris’s head, tugging him away from his face, the expression turning into a flinch of pain. A pain soon welcomed when the wet sensation of Ryan’s tongue and lips coursed against the skin of his neck, forcing a loud gritted moan to escape Chris’s lips, his eyes closed shut, hands tightly wrapped around the fabric of Ryan’s shirt. His lips played to the stiffed muscle lines of Chris’s neck. find the weak spot at the cove near the collar bone, trigger louder reactions with sucking at the skin, nibbling at the sensitive surface. Every sound he created in Chris made Ryan’s blood boiled through his veins, filled with sexual currents. He could barely believe it himself, but he wanted this man, very badly. All of his body.

Incapable to withstand the annoying layer of fabric blocking the way canlı bahis siteleri to his desires, he stopped working Chris’s neck, letting go of his hair to bring his hand down the man’s back, lower and lower, pressing firmly on the way down until he found the bottom of his shirt, surge as he felt the upper section of his round perked ass. In a short and fluid motion, the shirt was passed over the man’s head, exposing his well defined pecks, the perfect lines of his smooth abdomen and the dark trail of black hair trickling down from the navel to the hem of the jeans, taunting anyone to follow the secret road to pleasure.

Subconsciously, Ryan licked his lips as he overlooked Chris’s bare upper body, only now seeing the sensuous beauty of it, the carnal attraction it gave off. Fabric cut his observing session short, blocking his view as his shirt was passed over his head, now also bare. He had nothing to be ashamed of himself, mildly tanned, muscular with broad shoulders and scattered trickles of dark brown hair at his chest, funneling down into a line which formed a happy trail of his own. Ryan found the same admiration in Chris’s eyes as he had a moment ago, knowing his friend was noticing his physique under a new light. But the distance between them was becoming agonizing, more and more by the second. Just mere inches that felt like miles. Grabbing the hem of Chris’s jeans on both sides, Ryan pulled him in, locking lips once more, kissing avidly, longing for more. His lips moved to the right, trailing little kisses all the way along Chris’s jaw line, suckling on his earlobe, nibbling a little around the ear. He ended giving a deep founded groan as he felt his friend place his own mouth at nook of his collar bone, his breath making Chris’s hair sway. It felt so good and yet so wrong. The problem was, the fact that it felt kind of wrong made him want to keep going more and more.

Drunken by lust, he clumsily moved his hands to undo the other man’s button and zipper, tugging the jeans down to let them slide down Chris’s legs. Even through the fabric he could see that his friend was well equip, a large average in the least. Seven, maybe closer to eigth inches. A strong desire to touch touch it, grab it, feel it against him alienated Ryan’s mind. He wasn’t about to try and fight it, not with how far he’d already gone with this. The fabric again unwanted, he tugged the grey boxer briefs down to meet the jeans lying at Chris’s ankles, revealing the erected cock of his current lover. Without one second of hesitation, he wrapped a firm hand around it, the skin warm in his palm. The gesture, along with the start of his gentle, slow pumping motion, sent a strong shiver down Chris’s spine, the man stopping his kissing to sink his fingers into Ryan’s back.

“Ughnn…ahh…Ryan…”

He was unable to word anything more, lost in moans and groans. The rapt reaction turned Ryan on even more, his own erection throbbing agaist the rought cotton of his boxers. Gradually, he sped up the pumping of the shaft, squeezing his thumb a little whenever he reached the top. It felt a little different from his own given he himself wasn’t circumscized, a little smoother and different than the rest of the skin. Tortured by pleasure, Chris made a move of his own, and a moment later, Ryan also found the rest of his clothes resting at his ankles.

To be continued….

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There she was again, strutting into the kitchen like she owned the place, dressed in her usual outfit, a pair of torn bikini panties and an old bra. Brenda kept her eyes focused on Karen, pissed off just at the sight of her, wishing she could wipe the smirk off the bitch’s face right then and there.

Brenda was wary when Tracy had asked her whether her sister could stay with them for a few weeks, just until she got her shit together and found a place of her own. Brenda didn’t like the idea but she didn’t want to say no. After all, Tracy was Karen’s sister and it was true she had no place else to go.

The reason for that was that Karen had just come out of prison after serving ten months on a burglary rap. She and some asshole boyfriend of hers had broken into a house, stolen cash and jewelry, and gotten caught. And this hadn’t been Karen’s first trip to the joint either. Right from the start Brenda did not like the way Karen treated her younger sister, though she let it alone, figuring it was between the sisters. Tracy had told Brenda plenty about Karen, how her older sister had always lorded it over her, treated her like shit. She’d heard some pretty nasty stuff about what Karen used to put her sister through. And Brenda guessed that was probably one reason Tracy had grown to be so submissive. Her sister had tormented her and treated her almost like a personal slave, and now Tracy had somehow come to expect, even to yearn for that sort of treatment from other women. Luckily, in Brenda, Tracy had found the perfect woman. Brenda and Tracy had lived together for more than a year now and Tracy relished Brenda’s commanding manner. Deeply submissive in nature, Tracy had longed to find a woman like Brenda, a steely dominant, an utterly masterful female who knew just how to keep demure submissives like Tracy in their place.

Now Brenda fumed as she watched Karen strut around like she owned the place. Plus, it just burned her to see the way Karen treated her baby sister. Sure, Brenda herself could treat her like that, but then again, that was the nature of their relationship. But she hated to watch Karen treat her little sister like she was her own property. Especially when Tracy had pleaded with Brenda to let Karen move in for a few weeks and Brenda, though reluctant, had finally relented. Now she deeply regretted she had agreed as she watched Karen take selfish advantage of their hospitality.

And here was Karen again, in that skimpy pair of panties and the worn bra. Brenda figured Tracy sauntered around like this, nearly naked, to annoy her little sister. Though Tracy was cute enough, her older sister was a real knockout, and she was well aware of it too. With her sleek killer body, long silky, blonde hair, and gorgeous face, she knew she could get anyone’s attention. And so she loved teasing them both, parading that luscious body around in front of Brenda while Tracy had to look on, helpless. Tracy had once told Brenda how her older sister would do anything to make Tracy jealous, that there was nothing Karen had loved to do more than to take Tracy’s lovers from her, first guys and then later, when Tracy realized she was basically a lesbian, other chicks.

Brenda knew just what was up but held her tongue. She had to admit to herself that the sleek bitch was one hell of an eyeful, but she resented Karen’s ploy as much as her sister did. Tracy was Brenda’s personal slave and she didn’t relish seeing any other bitch lord it over her property, especially this stone cold bitch of an older sister, fresh out of the joint, and nasty to the core. But, still, Brenda had resisted the urge to tell Karen what she thought of her or to throw her out of their place altogether. She still figured it was basically a matter concerning the two sisters, at least for the time being.

Karen shuffled over to the fridge, wiggling her tight little ass, making sure Brenda had a good look. Of course Tracy noticed, and it made her squirm. Brenda didn’t like to see Tracy humiliated like this, at least not by anyone other than Brenda herself.

“Shit! There’s no more fuckin’ milk,” Karen whined.

“Well, then– then you should’ve remembered to buy some, sis,” Tracy said, mustering up the courage, though there was still an unsure, meek tone to her voice whenever she spoke to her sister. Brenda did have to admit, though, that this was the first time she had heard Tracy say anything critical to Karen.

Karen turned in disbelief, giving Tracy a hard, icy stare.

“Screw you, Tracy. Don’t you be tellin’ me what I should and shouldn’t have done.”

“Hey, all I meant was that you could help out a little once in a while,” Tracy said, for her a little boldly.

“Shut the fuck up, okay?” Karen snapped at Tracy. ” I don’t ever want you telling me what I ought to do, you understand me?”

“How about me? Can I tell you what to do?” Brenda said, returning Karen’s hard, cold stare with one of her own. Finally, Brenda was going to speak up. This was her home too and though she had held her tongue up till now, she’d finally güvenilir bahis had it with this bitch. Karen needed some talking to, and Brenda was going to do the talking.

“You know, your sister’s right,” Brenda continued, “You could remember to pick up some milk. And while you’re at it, you could try being nice to Tracy once in a while.

“Go fuck yourself, Brenda, okay?” Karen sneered, contempt at her voice.

At that moment Karen could hardly realize what a mistake she had just made. Brenda had held it all back, her anger, her resentment over the way this bitch treated her sister, treated them both. But now she was going to teach the slut a lesson, a lesson she would never, ever forget.

Brenda stood up and stared at Karen, her big, green eyes brimming with intense anger.

“What did you say to me?” Brenda hissed.

For the first time, Karen looked a little uncertain, but she wasn’t about to be intimidated. Not her. From first glance Brenda had figured Karen for another domme. She had guessed she was a top bitch when she was in the joint, lording it over the other babes. Karen had hinted as much to her younger sister, who had shared this with Brenda. Now the two of them stared at each other, Brenda and Karen. They were quite a contrast. Karen with her Susie-Q, dimpled all-American blonde cheerleader good looks, Brenda, a sleek olive-skinned brunette, her dark hair lustrous, her big, beautiful green eyes radiating confidence and assurance.

“I said ‘go fuck yourself,’ ” Karen repeated, recklessly treading on very dangerous ground now. “You can both go screw yourselves. Nobody tells me what to do and what not to do, especially a couple of dyke cunts like you two, okay?”

“You shouldn’t have said that,” Brenda warned darkly.

“Oh, go kiss my butt,” Karen snarled at Brenda, “You and my sister both.”

Suddenly Brenda shoved Karen against a wall, shoved her hard, making her lose her balance.

“You’re the one who should be kissing butts… slut!” Brenda barked. “You should kiss your sister’s. She takes you in after you get out of the fuckin’ joint. She puts a roof over your head, food in your mouth. And all you do is act like a total bitch.”

Brenda was really angry now, shoving Karen up against the wall repeatedly as she tried to break away.

“In fact, you will kiss your sister’s butt,” she said, grabbing Karen by her long blonde hair, twisting it in her hand, forcing her down to her knees as Karen unsuccessfully struggled to free herself of Brenda’s grasp.

“Hey babe, take off your jeans and pull down your panties,” Brenda said to Tracy who watched in amazement as Brenda forced her sister to the floor. Tracy, as always, obeyed Brenda and pulled down her jeans and undies.

“Let go of my fuckin’ hair!” Karen yelped, but that only made Brenda twist it that much harder.

“Time to kiss your sister’s butt,” Brenda said coldly. “Time to show her your gratitude for all she’s done for you.”

“Kiss my sister’s butt? You must be out of your fuckin’ mind!” Karen howled, still defiant though the more powerful Brenda was able to force her to the floor on her knees as she tugged at her hair, making her wince.

“Oh you will kiss it, I guarantee it,” Brenda sad coolly. “As a matter of fact, you’ll do a lot more than that.”

Brenda started to drag Karen, down on her knees, over to where her sister was standing, a nervous smile on her face, waiting to see if her big sister would actually be forced to kiss her ass. All of a sudden Karen brought a hand up between Brenda’s legs and drove a fist into Brenda’s crotch. Stunned, Brenda let go and momentarily doubled over as Karen freed herself and tried to bolt out of the kitchen. But Brenda recovered quickly and tackled Karen to the ground before she could escape. Now there’d definitely be no more mercy for the bitch as a furiously angry Brenda took charge.

“Get the fuck up,” Brenda hissed icily, digging her hands under the cups of Karen’s bra and grabbing hold of her tits. Squeezing those tits she lifted Karen off the floor.

“Owwww!!” Karen squealed. “Let go of my tits, that hurts!”

Brenda let go of one breast, using the free hand to slap Karen across the face, silencing her momentarily into stunned submission as a drop of blood dripped from her nose. Then she brought the other hand down and tugged on the bra so hard that she ripped it off Karen’s body. Those big, firm luscious tits did look good. Karen had been parading around in panties and bra often enough, but until now Brenda had never laid eyes on her tits before. Brenda smiled to herself, knowing those two perfect breasts were going to get themselves quite a workout.

But Karen wasn’t ready to give up, far from it. Recovering, she used all her strength to shove Brenda away from her.

“Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!” Karen screamed hysterically, fury in her eyes. “You keep your fuckin’ hands off me, you fuckin’ bitch! I’m gonna fuckin kill you! I’m gonna fuckin’ maim you!”

“Maim this!” Brenda snapped coldly, slamming türkçe bahis her elbow into Karen’s chest, feeling her soft breast give way under her thrust.

Doubled over, gasping for breath, Karen was again helpless as Brenda reached down to take hold of the elastic band of her panties, tearing them off her bottom, then angrily ripping the panties to shreds. Suddenly, Karen found herself standing stark naked in front of her sister and Brenda. She looked vulnerable now, exposed, the look of a hunted dog in her eyes, the look of fear.

Brenda smiled to herself. She knew that the feisty slut was finally under her control.

“Let me tell you something, cunt!” Brenda said, cold strength in her voice. “I know all about you, Karen. I know about ten different ways you violated parole. So you’re going to be a good girl and you’re going to do whatever the fuck I say. Because otherwise I tell a few things to somebody and your freedom is gone. Gone! Just like that.”

Brenda snapped her fingers. She had seen Karen come back with stuff she had shoplifted, had learned she had gone out and stolen a car with an old boyfriend. Brenda knew what was up; she knew she had the goods on this nasty bitch.

“So that’s you’re choice. Back you go, or I do the punishing. I punish your sorry ass!”

Karen just stood there, naked. She was definitely getting the message. Brenda took a moment to check out the fabulous body of the suddenly helpless slut. Slender and smooth, with big, firm tits, a small waist, perfect ass, and long legs, Brenda had to admit to herself that the sleek cunt was quite a prize.

“Turn around, Tracy,” Brenda said. “Show your sister your butt.”

Tracy, naked below the waist, had just been standing there, watching in stunned astonishment as a willful, stronger Brenda subdued her older sister.

“Now get the fuck down on your knees and kiss your sister’s ass, like I asked you to,” Brenda commanded, shoving Karen down on her knees again.

Karen, no longer resisting, dropped to her knees.

“Now kiss it!” Brenda said, shoving Karen’s face against Tracy’s bottom. “Kiss her ass.”

Tracy was a little on the skinny side, with a runty, almost boy-like ass, pale and freckled. But Brenda had grown fond of that hot little bottom, and had tormented it in more ways than she could count. Now she wanted to give Tracy a chance to have that bottom of hers worshiped, worshiped by her own sister.

“Oh God, I can’t do this,” Karen groaned, holding back.

“Oh yes you can” Brenda said, bringing her hands down to Karen’s tits again, taking hold of her big, corky nipples this time, pinching them, squeezing them hard between her fingers.

“Let go! Let go of my tits! That hurts!” Karen yelped.

“I said kiss her fucking ass, ” Brenda repeated as she kept pinching.

Finally a helpless Karen brought her lips over to her sister’s buttocks and planted a quick kiss on her smooth, freckled skin.

“Go on, keep kissing it,” Brenda demanded, pinching the nipples even harder. Now Karen could no longer refuse as she began to lay kisses all over her baby sister’s bottom. “This is too fuckin’ weird,” Karen groaned.

“It’s not too fuckin’ weird for you, bitch!,” Brenda said, letting go of Karen’s nipples as she tugged hard at her hair again, wrapping it around her fingers and shoving Karen’s face against her sister’s ass. “You’re going to eat what I tell you to eat. And right now what I want to see you eat is your sister’s asshole, you dig? So get your tongue in there and show me how much you love it!”

“Oh God, I can’t!” Karen groaned, resisting. Here she had always had her way with her little sister, and now this imperious lover of her sister’s was demanding that she actually lick her sister’s ass. She couldn’t imagine doing that. And yet, she realized she had little choice as the more powerful woman now held the balky, resistant blonde in her sway.

“I said… you’re going to lick her ass!” Brenda hissed at her, twisting Karen’s hair and making her wince, pushing her face between Tracy’s open buttocks.

“Ouch! Okay! Okay! I’ll do it!” Karen whimpered as Brenda kept tugging at her hair.

Tracy moaned as she felt her sister’s wet tongue on her asshole. She could hardly believe this was happening; it was like a dream. She’d always been forced to do Karen’s bidding and now here was her older sister, down on her knees behind her, forced to dig her tongue into Tracy’s ass.

Brenda looked down, making sure the blonde worked her tongue into the crack.

“Go on, lick it like you mean it… whore!” Brenda snarled at her. Brenda couldn’t help thinking how the feisty blonde probably got sluts to go down on her any old time she wished when she was in the joint. Now here the tables were turned as the haughty bitch was forced to service her baby sister’s bottom with her servile tongue.

Tracy looked over her shoulder at her sister down on her knees, forced to service her like this, then she glanced over at Brenda, a big, happy smile on her face. Brenda güvenilir bahis siteleri could see how much Tracy relished this. For the moment she was no longer Brenda’s plaything and sex slave, but a partner with Brenda in putting her normally domineering older sister though some very rugged paces.

“That’s right, sis, lick my asshole like you mean it,” Tracy snarled down at Karen, reaching around to press Karen’s face against her bottom. Brenda had never heard that tone of voice used by her normally very submissive lover.

Finally Brenda walked up to Tracy and took hold of her neck, forcing her face away from Tracy’s bottom and down to the floor, to Tracy’s feet.

“Now lick these,” Brenda said, pressing Tracy’s face down to her sister’s toes, “Lick them and then suck them.”

Holding Tracy’s head firmly in place, Brenda made her lick her sister’s feet and suck each one of her toes.

“Look up at her, bitch!” Brenda hissed. “Look up at her while you suck on her fuckin’ toes.”

Tracy blushed with embarrassed humiliation, forced to stare up at her sister as she paid oral homage to her pretty, well-shaped feet.

“Okay, come with me… cunt!” Brenda snarled, forcing Karen up off the kitchen floor and prodding her on to the bedroom, Tracy following.

In the bedroom now, Karen just stood there, helpless and still, wondering what torments would be next.

“Get me the cuffs,” Brenda said as Tracy retrieved a pair of handcuffs from a drawer. Tracy knew those cuffs well. They had restrained her wrists many times. But she knew that this time those cuffs were not meant for her.

“What are those for?” Karen asked worriedly, no doubt reminded of the many times she’d been handcuffed.

Without warning Brenda slapped her across the face, hard. Then, for good measure, slapped her tits a couple of times.

“Don’t ask any questions, bitch!” she snapped harshly. “You just do what you’re told, understand?”

Karen said nothing, so Brenda slapped her again.

“I asked you if you understood?” Brenda repeated.

“Uh– yes, I understand,” Karen said meekly, her willful resistance now vanished

“Good, now shut the fuck up.”

Brenda snapped the handcuffs on Karen’s wrists, then shoved her down on the bed.

“Up on elbows and knees, and raise your butt up high,” Brenda instructed.

Karen assumed the position.

“Higher!” Brenda demanded, slapping Karen’s lovely, unblemished buttocks. Brenda and Tracy both looked over the now utterly exposed and vulnerable bottom.

“You’ve been acting like a total bitch,” Brenda began. “Treating your sister like shit after all she’s done for you, not lifting a finger to help out around here. Talking to us any old way you wished, showing no respect at all. For that, you need to be punished severely.”

“Punished?” Karen said, her voice shaky.

“Yes, punished,” Brenda repeated as she brought the flat of her hand down sharply on the smooth, taut skin of Karen’s shapely buttocks, spanking her.

“That’s it, spank the bitch!” Tracy urged excitedly as she watched her mistress tenderize her sister’s bottom.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Brenda kept up the onslaught as Karen winced, taking it, knowing she had little choice in the matter.

“You spanks her now,” Brenda said to Tracy.

“Me? Can I?” Tracy said excitedly.

“No, not her, not my sister,” Tracy whined. “You can’t let her spank me.”

Karen tried to turn over but Brenda grabbed her by the nipple and squeezed hard.

“Owwww! Ouch Oh shit!” Karen cried out.

Brenda twisted the big nipples between her fingers again; tears flowed from Karen’s eyes as she endured the torment.

“Tracy?” Brenda said, turning to her. “Now let me see you spank the shit out that cunt sister of yours.”

Tracy couldn’t have been happier as she brought her hand down over her sister’s bottom, spanking her hard. Tracy may have been submissive and skinny, but she was strong. And now she used all her strength to tenderize her sister’s nasty bottom until it glowed a bright, hot pink.

Brenda watched, enjoying the delight her young lover took in finally having the chance to administer a harsh, vivid spanking to someone — to her own sister! — rather than to have her own bottom spanked, as was usually the case.

Karen was panting and groaning, forced to endure the onslaught.

“Oh God! Oh Shit! I can’t believe this is happening to me!” Karen wailed.

Now Brenda reached into a drawer for her tube of lubricating jelly, handing it to Tracy.

“Grease her asshole,” Brenda told Tracy, who gleefully took the tube from her hand.

“What? What is she going to do?” Karen asked, turning her head in shock.

“You don’t listen, do you?” Brenda snapped at her. “I told you to just shut the fuck up and do what you’re told and here you are mouthing off again. We’re going to have to do something about that.”

And what Brenda did was find a gag, stuff it in Tracy’s both, and strap it in place, Karen too stunned to say anything as she was gagged.

“Okay, now grease up that ass,” Brenda said.

Tracy squeezed some of the clear jelly onto her fingertips and then slapped it between her sister’s cheeks, working it into her crack.

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Ben was 22 just out of college and down on his luck. Ben worked as a service advisor at a local repair shop. As he woke up that morning he brushed his dark brown bangs out of his sleepy eyes and rolled over to turn off the alarm. He planted his feet on the ground and headed to the shower. Ben turned the knob to the shower and let it warm up as he slowly pulled off his underwear and pulled a towel out of the cabinet. He stepped into the shower and felt the warm water consume his body. His eyes still half closed he reached for the soap, squirting it into his hands. He rubbed the liquid across his abs and pushing the suds up his chest before letting the water rinse it off. Ben lathered his long 7-inch flaccid cock and felt it start to grow.

“Damn,I need to get some.” Ben thought as he played with his now fully enlarge dick.

Ben had started this job about six months prior and worked six days a week 7am until 8pm. If Ben wasn’t at work he was swimming, running, or maintaining his small one bedroom home. Ben continued to massage his cock as the warm water ran all over his body relaxing each and every muscle. He began to pump faster and his now 10-inch rock hard dick ached for release. Ben’s balls tightened and he shot a warm sticky load over his hand, legs, and feet. He rinsed the semen from his body and turned off the shower.

He dressed and stepped outside. The hot Northern Indiana summer sun beat down on Ben as he walked to his car, the August humidity already making him feel like he was sweating. Ben drove to work almost on auto-pilot, thinking about all of the things he needed to get done and the little money he had to complete it. He walked into work turned on his computer and read through his appointments for the day. A few oil changes, a couple brake issues, nothing too serious. He spent his day like normal helping customers, completing paperwork, and answering the phones. During the shop’s lunch break, Ben was at his desk trying to catch up with some old paperwork not yet completed. A tall man in his early forties walked into the shop. He had grey hair but was spiked. He was wearing an old yellow shirt with Lynyrd Skynyrd across the top.

Ben looked up. “Hi, can I help you?” Ben asked with a smile on his face.

“Yea. I came in to get some parts for my truck. How much would it cost to replace the fuel tank?” The man asked with a smile.

Ben looked at the computer and answered, “$305 plus parts. I can do it in about half an hour if you have time.”

The gentleman laughed and said, “No, it’s ok. I was going to just do it myself.”

The gentleman went into the part department and soon came back. “You have a good one, stay cool,” he said with a smile on his face.

The man walked to his truck, Ben watching the entire time. For a man in his early forties Ben would have thought early thirties if it wasn’t for the gray hair and crow’s feet peeking from the crease of his eye. Ben admired the man’s body as he climbed into his blue pickup. Soon the pickup was out of sight and Ben was more aware of himself. He could feel his cock pushing against his blue jeans. Ben tried to get the man out of his head but couldn’t.

A few hours passed and Ben could feel the sun warming the blacktop as he walked the parking lot with a cigarette between his lips. He watch as a familiar truck pulled back into the parking lot and drove right for him. Ben could not see the driver due to a glare off the windshield. He squinted trying to find who the driver was. Soon the glare subsided and he could see the man with the gray hair and yellow shirt pull up beside him.

“You still have time to switch out my tanks?” the man asked.

“Of Course,” Ben said with a smile, “it will just take a couple hours.”

“Ok, I have a friend who said he could pick me up.” the man said. As he shut off the truck and opened the door.

Ben walked the man inside and took some information from him. The man joked about the heat, the truck, and the country music playing from the speaker system across the entire dealership. The man was smiling the whole time and so was Ben. Ben could feel his pants becoming tight again as he typed the man’s information into the computer

“First and last name?” Ben asked

“Garrett Davis.” The man responded.

Ben finished the paperwork and walked Garrett to the waiting area until the friend came to pick him up. Soon after, the clock hit five o’clock and everyone but one technician and Ben left. Ben went to clean up the waiting room and found Garrett still sitting there watching tv and reading through a magazine. Garrett looked up and smiled.

“Thought you were leaving.” said Ben in a questioning manner.

“My buddy got tied up at work,” Garrett stated, ” I don’t mind though.”

Ben smiled and continued to clean the room. As Ben picked up a stack of old magazines to put back on the shelf his stomach made a large audible growl.

Garrett chuckled, “Hungry?” .

“Yea, skipped lunch today.” canlı bahis şirketleri Ben said with a laugh.

Ben finished cleaning up and headed back to the service drive. Ben sat down at his desk and looked at his phone.

“Bored?” Garrett said making Ben jump.

“Yea, sorry I didn’t see you there.” Garrett laughed

. “I was thinking of ordering some food to be delivered here, is that ok?” he asked.

Ben smiled. “Of course”

“You want something?” Garrett questioned.

“No thanks, I don’t have any money on me.” Ben answered.

“Don’t worry it’s on me. A couple taco’s?” he asked again.

“No, I really can’t. I appreciate it though.” Ben’s stomach growled again.

“I am getting you some food whether you like it or not, you sound like you are starving.” Garrett walked away pulling his phone to his ear. A few moments later he returned with a smile. “So what does a guy like you end up in a place like this for?” Garrett asked.

Ben looked down and explained he graduated college was working as a bartender and a part-time social worker during the day. The bar closed down in January right after he had moved into a new house. Soon after he was laid off as a social worker. He was desperate for a job and started working at the dealership to pay his bills. Ben asked about Garrett’s work. Garrett worked as a supervisor at the local steel mill and spent most of his weekends during the summer on his boat on Lake Michigan where Garrett had a small house on the water. Ben and Garrett laughed and joked and were having a good time.

The food showed up and they ate. Ben thanked Garrett for the food and they continued to chat as the truck was being worked on. Around 7:00pm the technician brought the keys to the truck up and told Garrett the truck was finished and everything looked good with the truck. The technician then left while Ben finished Garrett’s paperwork. Garrett paid for the work and Ben and Garrett walked back out to the service drive. The shop was empty, only the buzz of the air compressor filled the air. Ben thanked Garrett for his business and put his hand out to shake.

Garrett grabbed Ben’s hand and pulled him in wrapping his long arms around Ben’s back and leaning in for a lustful kiss. Ben, shocked, followed Garrett’s moves and kissed back. Ben could feel his cock growing as they kissed. Garrett pushed his body into ben moving him against the was close behind them. Garrett pushed his hips against Ben’s and Ben could feel Garrett’s rock hard dick run against his. They continue to kiss and grope and feel and explore each others bodies. A cool breeze swept through the shop making Ben shiver from over stimulation. Garrett hugged him harder.

Ben pulled away, grabbing Garrett’s hand, pulling him to an empty consulting room nearby. Garrett pulled Ben back pulling off his shirt revealing his abs skinny body and subtle abs. Ben sat on the desk as Garrett removed his own shirt and threw it onto the bland tile floor. Garrett leaned over Ben pinning him onto the desk and kissed him passionately. He pulled at Ben’s belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Garrett kissed down Ben’s neck around his chest and past his belly button. Ben bucked with anticipation. He raised his ass into the air and Garrett pulled down his pants and underwear.

Ben’s rock hard dick popped up and Garrett brought it into his mouth. He worked his way up and down bringing Ben to the edge before stopping and moving back up to kiss him. Ben pushed Garrett away, sat up, and undid Garrett’s Khaki Shorts. He pushed Garrett’s shorts down and grabbed his cock. Garrett was uncut and had a large purple head. Garrett dripped precum onto Ben’s leg. Garrett’s cock was massive, growing to around 11 to 12 inches and was long and wide but not too wide. Ben began to lower his head but Garrett stopped him.

“Sorry, it’s been a while and I don’t think I will last much longer with that,” Garrett said.

Garrett then pushed Ben back down, raised his legs and Garrett lowered his mouth to Ben’s ass. Garrett licked, spat, and drove Ben crazy, teasing Ben’s hole, until he relaxed. Garrett lined the head of his cock up with Ben’s waiting hole and began to slowly push it in. Ben tried to relax more but Garrett’s cock was pulling his hole wider and wider. Ben let out a small moan of pain and Garrett stopped. He leaned over and Kissed Ben on the neck and waited for him to relax. After a few seconds Ben pushed back onto Garrett’s cock wanting more. Soon Ben could feel Garrett’s balls resting against his cheeks.

Garrett began to move his hips; in, out, in, out. It all felt like one motion. Ben’s head was swimming and his body was completely relaxed. Garrett began to fuck Ben harder. Ben tried to hold back his moans as much as he could but as Garrett expertly moved his hips it became harder and harder not to scream. Garrett kissed Ben trying to keep him quiet. Ben could feel his balls pull up toward his body and the cum start to move through his cock. Ben canlı kaçak iddaa tried to hold back and make the feeling continue but it was too much and he shot his load all over his stomach. Garrett watched as Ben shot load after load. Ben’s ass contracted as he shot bringing Garrett over the edge.

Garrett tried to pull out but Ben pulled Garrett all the way in. Garrett shot his load deep inside Ben’s ass. Garrett and Ben were still for a few minutes enjoying the aftershock of what just happened. Ben and Garrett got up, began to slip back into their clothes. Garrett kissed Ben again passionately before leaving.

As Garrett walked out the doors and to his car he reached into his pocket to pull out his keys and found a business card. The card read “Let’s do this again” on the back, on the front was Ben’s phone number. Ben turned off the lights, closed the doors, and got into his car. His legs were still weak. He clicked his seatbelt in and headed home. Once home he went straight to his room, put his phone on the charger and put his head on his pillow. His mind wandered through the events that happened over and over like a movie in his mind. His cock was once again rock hard but Ben did not have the energy to finish himself. He drifted off to sleep.

The next morning he woke up, looked at his phone, and saw a text message from a number he did not recognize. He rubbed his eyes and swiped the screen to read the message. “Want to redo last night but on the boat this time? Saturday?” Ben’s eyes widened from his sleepy daze into a shocked look. The time stamp read 3:30a.m. Garrett actually texted him.

“Sorry, I work all day on Saturdays” Ben responded.

A few hours later Garrett responded, “What time do you get off?”

“6” Ben texted back.

“Can I pick you up after?” Garrett messaged back almost immediately.

Ben thought for a minute and realized it had been almost a year since he had any contact with another human outside of work and family.

“Yea, pick me up at 7.” Ben sent back

It was only Thursday but Ben already had butterflies in his stomach and smiled all day. His shift seemed to move faster with Garrett there to talk to. They texted back and forth talking about movies, music, sports, and interests. Ben learned Garrett was 42, loved classic rock, and had worked in the same place for the last 19 years. Ben learned that Garrett worked as the head engineer at the local steel mill and loved his job. Friday went by quickly for Ben and Garrett.

Ben woke up Saturday morning and routinely prepared for his day. He went to the shop and every minute felt like an hour. As the day drew to a close Ben received a text from Garrett “Pack a swimsuit if you want. What’s your address.” Ben sent Garrett his address and packed up his things to head home. On the way home he replayed the last time he saw Garrett in his head. He showered, dressed, and packed a bag.

As he finished packing his bag, Garrett knocked on the door. Ben answered the door and invited him in. Garrett hugged and kissed Ben, Garrett’s salt and pepper stubble scratching against Ben’s soft cheek.Ben pulled his shoes onto his feet and grabbed the handle of his bag. He followed Garrett out the front door to see a shiny white Miata sitting in his driveway. Garrett open the passenger door and motioned for Ben to get in. Ben climbed into the compact sports car. Garrett pulled out of the driveway and headed for the lake house.

After about 40 minutes of windblown hair and roaring engine, the men pulled up to Garrett’s lake house. The small bungalow style cottage had white trim, seafoam green siding, a large porch. You could see the never ending water that is Lake Michigan behind it. Garrett opened the door and carried Ben’s bag into the house, Ben followed feeling more nervous us now than ever. Garrett moved quickly through the house grabbing keys to the boat, towels, and shorts. The two men walked out the back door to the back porch. A white swing moved in the breeze.

Garrett walked down the stairs to a platform that brought them to the pier. They walked down the long pier that swayed with the waves. Ben followed Garrett to the end where a large boat rocked and creaked. Garrett hopped on the boat and offered his hand to help Ben get on to the tilting boat. Ben planted a foot on the deck of the boat. He stepped on but began to lose his balance. Garrett pulled Ben closer to help him balance. They both began to laugh.

Garrett looked down at Ben with a smile. He bent closer and kissed him. Garrett walked to the wheel of the boat, inserted the key and turned the boat on. A roar came from the back as the engine fired. Ben took a seat in the cold seat next to Garrett and watched as he flipped switches lighting the boat. Garrett pushed forward on arm that controlled the speed. The engines roared as the boat moved farther away from the dock. The water glugged behind them as it was sucked into the propellor.

Ben watched as the shoreline disappeared canlı kaçak bahis behind them. The sun was beginning to set and temperature dropped. Garrett drove the boat for a while longer moving farther and farther from shore before stopping the engine and releasing the anchor. Garrett hopped up and moved to the front of the boat.

“Come sit with me.” Garrett said.

Ben moved across the boat holding on to the sides to keep his balance. A large wave rocked the boat hard making Ben fall into the seat next to Garrett. Garrett laughed as he scooted closer to put his arm around Ben. Ben kissed Garrett on the check. Ben was comfortable in Garrett’s arms. They sat silently enjoying the warmth of each other bodies, the smell of the water, and the glow of the setting sun. After a while Garrett stood up and walked to a small door that lead to the cabin below.

“Want a drink?” Garrett asked.

Ben nodded. Garrett disappeared into the dark cabin below. Several minutes later Garrett emerged with two glasses with a light pink liquid within. Garrett handed it to Ben. Ben could smell pineapple, cranberry, it smelled sweet but slightly sour. He pulled the drink to his lips and sipped. It tasted of grapefruit but had a strong aftertaste of vodka.

Garrett reached his arm around and the boys sipped their drinks silently, both a little nervous, as the sun set. Soon the only light for miles was the small flashing beacon on the boat and the moon, which radiated across the now black water. Garrett turned on the radio and moved closer to Ben. Garrett was nervous and excited for that night. He reached around Ben and rubbed his back. Ben nuzzled into Garrett’s side and closed his eyes, loving the contact he had been missing out on for so long.

Garrett adjusted how he was sitting and leaned over to kiss Ben. Garrett laid Ben’s head on the bench seat and moved on top. Garrett was already very hard and Ben could feel it. Garrett kissed Ben and ground his hips into Ben’s. Ben turned and cuddled up against Ben so both were on their side. Ben and Garrett’s tongues were tied together constantly moving.

Garrett pulled up at Ben’s shirt moving it off his body in one swipe. Garrett shook as his nerves grew. Ben could feel Garrett’s hands tremble on his hips.

“What’s wrong?” Ben asked.

Garrett pulled back. “It’s nothing,” he said with a sigh.

“Come on, it’s just you and me out here in the middle of the water.” Ben reassured Garrett.

“Ok, the other day when we first met was the first time in a long time I have been with anyone. I have never done anything like this before, like with a guy.”

Ben sat up. “Oh, well it’s ok. We can slow down.” Ben stated, “Let’s take a break.”

Ben stood up and moved to the edge of the boat. Ben turned around and jumped off the side of the boat. Garrett ran over to the edge and looked into the black water, the water rippled from the impact of Ben’s body against its calm surface. After a couple seconds and a small panic from Garrett, Ben’s head emerged from the water. Ben shook his hair sending water all over.

“Come on, get in.” yelled up to Garrett.

Ben throw his swim trunks up to Garrett’s feet. Garrett removed his shirt and moved to the edge reluctantly.

“Live a little!” Ben yelled up.

Garrett smiled and laughed down at Ben, pushed his shorts down and jumped into the water with a large splash. He emerged from the cold water and gasped for air. Ben swam over to Garrett and waded in the water while Garrett caught his breath. He grabbed around Garrett’s side and kissed him with a laugh. Garrett stopped shaking; though he was still nervous, there was something familiar about Ben’s enthusiasm.

They swam for a little longer laughing and splashing. They climbed out of the water. Garrett grabbed some towels and the boys dried off. Garrett could not take his eyes off Ben’s naked body, dripping with water that sparkled like diamonds in the moonlight. Ben shivered as he walked across the deck of the boat. Garrett walked up to Ben and wrapped him in a big hug to help warm his body. He kissed Ben’s forehead and pulled him tighter. Ben and Garrett’s hearts both raced. Garrett let go of Ben and walked toward the cabin below. Garrett motioned for Ben to follow.

Ben ducked through the small doorway, stepped carefully down the steep steps, and down the skinny hall past two small rooms. The end of the hall opened into a small kitchen and a living area. Garrett walked over to the old couch and picked up a blanket.

“Sit down with me.” he said moving to the couch still naked.

Ben smiled, walked over, and sat next to Garrett. Garrett turned on the small tv across the room and cuddled up close to Ben. Ben looked up and kissed Garrett. Garrett kissed back. The passion from earlier in the evening was back but without the nerves in the way. Ben laid on top of Garrett, kissing his neck, chest, around his stomach, and down his thigh. Garrett’s cock pointed straight toward the sky. Ben took Garrett’s cock in his hand softly and moved up and down his shaft. Garrett moaned at this contact. Ben moved his mouth to the tip of Garrett’s dick and licked a small drop of pre-cum that formed. Garrett moved his hips forward wanting more.

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