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I was walking up a small hill in our town park. At the park pavilion itself there was large family type party in progress sponsored by my company and I was in fact the one who did the planning for it. The boss’s wife was now handling it.

It wasn’t that I didn’t like the people but I no longer had a family and felt out of place. I was walking away from the popular areas and towards what was labeled the nature zone, the part of the park that did not get mowed.

There were some nice trees and some large rocks and that was were the kids went to fuck but I just walked over to the other side of the hill and out of sight. I was not alone there. One guy was there masturbating.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” I said when he saw me.

“You are Choles in sales, right?”

“Yes and you are Bixby, also in sales.”

We shook hands as I commented that our company must be getting large when two people working in the same department don’t know each other.

“Please continue, I will go into the woods.”

“Not a good idea, there are at least two couples in there, maybe more. If you don’t mind I will continue as you first suggested. You may join me of course.”

“I think I will, thanks.”

I took my cock out and began to caress it. Seeing him masturbating had gotten it awake so I was soon hard.

“I love jacking off out in the open. I used to do it in my yard but my wife has the house so I come here.”

I said, “I like masturbating in the open too but I have a patio in my home so I can still do that.”

“I may become a regular visitor.”

“Only if you bring beer and pizza.”

He chuckled and said, “My favorite food group.”

We became silent as we began to concentrate on getting off. We no longer pretended we were not watching each other and were soon ejaculating down the slope. We were impressed with our ejaculatory distances.

Neither of us put away our cocks and simply sat on the ground and talked as we continued to caress them. We learned our life paths were similar, we each had an ex-wife and a kid in college. My wife had left town but his had stayed in his house.

We admitted we had not been good husbands although we claimed to have been nearly faithful.

Our wives did not know of the episodes in which we had slipped. Our problems were that we were workaholics and spent too little time making them feel important.

We admitted we were hoping to find someone.

We suddenly noted that our cocks were again erect. We got on our knees and resumed masturbating.

“Do you look at porn in your computer at home?” he asked.

“Constantly. I keep a towel on my desk. You?”

“I keep a towel on my desk.”

We concentrated on each others cock until we again sprayed cum down the hill.

“Nice cock,” he said.

“Thanks, same to you.”

We put them back into our jeans and began to walk back. We walked through the woods and as expected there were people fucking but not the teenagers. Two of our secretaries were nude and masturbating each other. We said hello and continued on.

Then we saw a married couple fucking but they were not married to each other. We again said hello and walked on commenting that the kids must have found somewhere else to fuck.

I had some duties to perform and he shook my hand and said it was time for him to slip away. I said bye and joined the crowd. When I finally got home I took a shower and went to bed.

It was Saturday night and I had no interest in it.

Monday morning at work I looked around for Bixby and found his office was on the other side of the elevator. He was not there so I headed back to mine and almost collided with him.

“I had just noticed you were not in your office and figured out you were likely in mine,” he said.

“I was until I figured out you were likely in mine.”

We chuckled, tapped each others shoulders then continued to our offices.

On Wednesday after lunch he asked me if I felt like beer and pizza that evening.

“Sounds good to me,” I said.

“About seven?”

“Perfect.”

I had an erection by the time I sat on my desk.

I grinned.

He did bring beer and pizza and I had chips and pretzels. All I wore were gym shorts, he had added a t-shirt to his ensemble but took it off after he walked in. He had no hair on his chest while I had a nice dusting of it. We both had inconsequential beer bellies and for guys in their early forties we looked good.

We headed to my patio and sat at my small table to eat pizza and drink beer. It was a small table so our legs came into contact often and we ended up just letting them stay in contact. Through the clear top of the table we could easily see our erections in our shorts.

When I returned with our second beers he had exposed his cock past the leg of his shorts so as soon as I sat I did too. I wondered how much more other than masturbate we were going to do.

Our legs made immediate contact but that time it was not casual contact, it was premeditated. Our legs were gently pressing together.

We finished the pizza and illegal bahis took the debris to the trash and got another beer. When we went back out I led us to a wooden bench that faced flowering vines on the fence, it was where I masturbated.

As usual I took my shorts off and lay them on the bench, he did the same. We caressed or cocks between sips of beer and we talked about our quest for the second wife. We both admitted our second marriage would likely end up as the first did.

Our bottles were empty and we began to slowly masturbate.

“Our cocks look like twins,” I said.

“Close but yours has more girth.”

“I don’t see that.”

“Here, lets compare.”

He gripped my cock and I decided to do the comparison too.

His felt just as thick as mine and said so. He disagreed and we repeated the feel test.

We did that several times before I agreed with him.

I did so only because I knew it he grabbed my cock again I would spew.

We had noticed the previous weekend that we used different hands to masturbate, he was a lefty. When we sat our free hand was next to the other’s thigh. They were soon on the others thigh.

We tried to extend our masturbations but there was no chance, for all practical purposes we had been masturbating since lunch.

Some of his cum ended up on my hand and thigh, I did not think that was accidental. Some of my cum ended up his hand and thigh. I knew that was not an accident.

“That was excellent, thanks,” he said as he squeezed my thigh. His hand was lightly brushing my balls.

“Anytime,” I said as my fingers lightly brushed his balls. When do you need to leave?”

“At about ten, I shower before going to bed.”

“Me too,” I said. “Another beer?”

“Pee first.”

“On that jungle looking thing in the corner, it likes piss.”

“It’s not carnivorous is it?”

“No, not so far.”

We went there together and pissed on the vine then went to the kitchen for more beer.

“Show me your favorite piece of porn.” he said.

“Follow me.”

I went to my computer and woke it up then put it on screen saver. Naked women appeared on screen every five seconds.

“Every time I surf for nudes I download any favorites and add them to the screensaver album. There are over two hundred pictures in it now.”

“Oh wow, great tits.”

“There several that have better. I do avoid the ones that are definitely fake but if the rest of the body or the face impress me I like small tits too and really love puffy nipples.”

“I see you like redheads.”

“Yes, if I have a preference for women that would be it.”

“Are all the pictures just one woman each?”

“No, the first eighty or so are and some them have two pictures in the album. I have a few with girlfriends followed by some sucking tits followed by some eating pussy.”

“I will get comfortable then,” he said as he brought an armless chair next to me and sat.

I pushed my office chair back then pulled another armless chair in its place. We were once again thigh by thigh. His hand went back on mine and mine went back to his. By the time the girls sucking tits pictures appeared our hands were on each other’s cocks.

By the time the girls eating pussy ended our cocks were valiantly trying to return to life.

The next section of photos was of women next to their favorite cocks, then on the women sucking cocks, then of women with more than one cock in their hands. By the time the photos of women welcoming cocks to their pussy arrived our cocks were hard.

We never considered returning our hands to our own cocks.

The last set of pictures showed women being fucked as a second cock was masturbated or sucked. We did not make it past those and we covered the underside of my desk with cum.

We did not release the others cock for a while but we had made a mess so I took the towel I usually had draped over the back of my desk chair and began to clean both of us up.

I had to handle his cock and balls to do that but before I started on myself he took the towel and wiped me clean. He handled my cock and balls more than he needed to but it was OK because I had done that to him.

We left my desk and got another beer then returned to my patio. It was dark by then. We sat and talked and caressed each other’s cock.

“Have you had other men’s cock in your hand before?” he asked.

“Yes, about six. None in the last seven years or so. And you?”

“Yes, maybe eighty but none in the last five years.”

“Eighty?”

“Yes, most of them in high school and college. I belonged to a circle jerk club. The last cock was on the husband of my wife’s lesbian lover.”

“How was that?”

“Oh, I loved all of my wife’s lesbian lovers, they got her horny for me. Unfortunately it also got her horny for the other woman’s husband.

I did get to fuck the women too so at first I didn’t mind. She did mind however when she learned one of her lovers and me fucked without her and she got royally pissed. I brought up the fact that I knew she fucked some of the women’s husbands when illegal bahis siteleri I was not around. The subsequent argument ended our relationship.

There was an instant of time in which we could have gone on as a open marriage but we went well past that quickly. Funny, the main woman I fucked when she was not around now lives with her. I was apparently fucking the love of her life.”

“My wife had a lesbian friend that she claimed was just a friend. I got home early one day because I had the flu and found them both asleep on my bed, naked. The smell of pussy was unmistakable.

I got nude and joined them in bed and went to sleep.

When I woke up she would hardly speak to me. In her mind I had proven her to be a liar and she resented that. Our marriage lasted less than two months after the incident.

I never talked about it, I was fine with her having a lesbian lover but in her mind I had discovered her deepest secret and she needed to start a new life.

I have no idea where she is although my daughter knows. She blames me for the divorce so we seldom speak.”

We drank beer and played with each others cocks in silence until we needed to pee. I held his cock while he peed and he held mine as I peed.

We had both decided to do so while standing behind the other. We each felt a cock twitch as it snuggled against our ass.

We did not speak of that but we were now caressing each others ass at each opportunity.

Our cocks were dead however so he dressed and went home. We hugged before he went out the door.

We just nodded at each other that Thursday at work. At lunch Friday he said, “Tacos and beer?”

“And burritos. Stay the night.”

He nodded with a smile.

He was at my door as I was ready to go into the shower, I was nude when I let him in. He had clothes and a toiletry kit in his hands and gave them to me then returned to his car to get our supper.

As I put his toiletries away I saw he had brought a pack of twelve condoms and a bottle of lubricant.

I had put his stuff away when he joined me in the shower. We soaped each other and caressed each cock and each ass. Our cocks did most of the ass caresses.

I had wondered if we would fuck but as we left the shower I knew we would.

We went to my patio nude and ate our supper out there. Our hands kept the other’s cock at the ready. After our food and first beer were gone I started to sit on the bench but he stopped me as he sat down.

He kissed and licked my cock before starting a long slow blowjob. Before my cock became frantic I realized I would need to suck him off too.

He would not be my first.

I expelled a lot of cum but he managed to swallow all of it. He kept loving my cock until it expired.

As I sat I kissed his lips and had him stand in front of me. I did him as he had done me but he lasted a lot longer than I had. I didn’t mind, I was enjoying sucking his cock.

When my mouth was filled with cum I thought the taste was not as bad as I had remembered. It was nowhere near tasty but I knew I would not be reluctant to suck a cock again.

After his cock expired he sat next to me and we kissed.

It was a deep tongue invading kiss in which me mingled our cums. When the kiss ended we went inside, got another beer and sat on my love seat.

“Was that your first blowjob?” he asked.

“No, I gave two in college, same guy. You?”

“No, maybe my twentieth, the last fifteen were to the husbands of my wife’s lovers at our wives request. I did give one at an adult theater’s glory hole in Vegas.

I have been wanting to suck a dick for while and yours was the best of all, thanks.”

“Anytime.”

“Have you been fucked in the ass?”

“No, have you?”

“Yes, again at our wives requests. I have been wanting that too for a while and I brought condoms as you saw. I hope between now and Sunday you will consider fucking me.”

“Anytime,” I said.

He smiled then kissed me, I kissed him back. We regularly checked each other’s cock for renewal before returning to my computer, he wanted to see my screensaver again.

“I have two more screen savers, I will show you a different one.”

I chose the one labeled Corporate Logos and the first five were corporate logos, the next ninety five had trannies and crossdessers. The first forty or so were of gorgeous women with cocks, some with huge cocks. Then there were about twenty of trannies fucking women, then trannies fucking couples. The last set was of trannies and men fucking. As the last one appeared he said, “Bed,” and left me to hide the screen saver. When I got to the bedroom he was trying to apply lubricant to his ass.

“Let me do that for you. Just drape yourself over the pillow. He did and I poured a generous amount of the lubricant on his ass hole and began to finger fuck him. He moaned. I then slid two fingers in him before I paused to put on a condom. I fingerfucked him with three fingers before I exchanged them in his ass with my cock.

He moaned again.

“How do you like it? I asked.

“Long slow strokes please.”

I canlı bahis siteleri fucked him as he wished until about fifteen minutes later when he panted, “Pound me, pound me.”

I did and in less than two minutes I filled the condom as he groaned. I slowed to a stop and draped my body over his then kissed his shoulder.

He sighed, “Stay in me for as long as you can.”

That was about four minutes. I got off him and rolled him onto his back, I was going to suck him off but he had already cum. I slurped his cock into my mouth then rolled him to me and we kissed.

We dozed off.

He was kissing me when I awoke.

“Do you have any wine?” he asked.

“Yes, Sweet Red. Want some?”

“Yes, please,” He kissed me again and we got up.

I caressed his ass as we walked to the kitchen and poured some wine for us. We sat in the living room and drank our wine and talked.

“As you may have noticed I am a bottom. I have not had a top to play with in years. The husbands of the lesbians I know are also bottoms. We tend to lose our erections before the fuck is over if we get one at all. Your ass is likely safe from me.”

“Well thanks, I guess. But I am sure I want you to try to fuck me before the weekend is over. You did like my blowjob.”

“Yes, I did but I was trying very hard to cum for a long while before I finally did. Thanks for sticking to it.”

“My pleasure and that will be repeated too. Do you always cum when fucked?”

“Not in some years, you were a perfect lover. I want you to fuck me again with your next erection, please. I have plenty of condoms.”

“Anytime,” I said and apparently meant it. I needed to kiss him right then. He needed to kiss me back.

It became one of my favorite after fuck times.

It was ten that evening before my next erection slid into his ass. The time I fucked him for twenty five minutes before he growled, “Now.”

I soon heard a deep moan and slowed to a halt.

I leaned over him and kissed his cheek then resumed the slow fuck. I had not cum. He sighed deeply and mumbled, “A first for me, thanks.”

I took long slow stokes for about ten minutes before I filled the condom.

“Oh,” he said as he felt the warmth. I continued the long strokes until my cock expired.

As I lay to his side and scooped him into my arms I was glad we had decided to cover the pillow with a small throw blanket, it was covered with cum. There was a cum covered pillow on the floor already.

I kissed him until he was asleep then got up, checked the locks, turned everything off and got in bed.

I suddenly realized that in the morning he was going to be the first person to wake up with me on that bed.

Every sex partner I had since the divorce had been at her house or a motel.

I never expected my first lover on that bed would be a guy.

I smiled.

He woke me up the next morning by sucking me off. We went to the shower where I sucked him off. That time he lasted less than two minutes. Maybe it was because I was fingerfucking his while I did.

I needed to rethink that.

We spent the entire day in my home nude. We cooked, cleaned and fucked. He did try to fuck me once but his cock died before he could ejaculate.

I did like his cock in me and made sure he understood we were trying it again.

Sunday we did try again and his cock remained firm long enough for me to enjoy being fucked but again he did not cum until I sucked him off as I fingerfucked his ass.

He enjoyed watching my third screen saver, men fucking and sucking men.

Late Sunday afternoon he went home.

Monday at lunch I invited him to dinner and suggested he bring work clothes for Tuesday.

By the following weekend he was living with me.

He had offered to give me the money he paid in rent for the privilege. That was over two hundred dollars over what my mortgage payments were. He then decided he would pay ‘our’ mortgage.

I agreed.

He did manage to fuck me about twice a month long enough for me to enjoy it. I did fuck him nearly every night. One of us sucked the other off nearly every night.

We did take turns driving to work but we never had contact while there. Management was homophobic.

We had lived together for eight years and were approaching our fiftieth birthday. Sex events had gone from daily to bi-weekly although we still kiss often. He decided the present he wanted was a wedding. We went to New Mexico for a week and married there.

Few notice our wedding bands at work but the ones that did already suspected and approved.

On our tenth anniversary of our first fuck we went to gay club with a gay couple. The four of us were fucked all night while on their patio out back. The four of us then went to my bed and fucked some more.

That weekend had us content for weeks and we had foursomes every month or two.

As we neared our sixtieth birthday our cocks were no longer reliable so we got prescriptions. He could at last fuck me until I ejaculated on the pillow. I could again fuck him to two cums.

Two weeks after his birthday he died of a stroke at his desk. I heard the commotion but stayed at work until a co-worker told me to follow him. He led me to an ambulance and I saw him being worked on. He told the EMT I was the husband and they assisted me in.

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I woke and looked over at Ronnies bed. He was sitting up reading a book. He smiled. I also noticed I still had an erection. I got up and walked to the bathroom, my cock standing to attention. I was quite relaxed about walking around naked in front of Ronnie with a huge stiff cock. It was a pity we didn’t have a double bed. I wondered what the day held. Breakfast was at nine so there was almost two hours to kill. I had an idea, why don’t we take a walk in the garden, naked, and then have a bath together. Ronnie liked that so we both finished our toilet and went downstairs to the back garden.

No-one else was around so we made the best of the privacy. I stood on the back doorstep, my arm around Ronnie’s waist. It’s beautiful outside. The sun was up and there was a slight chill in the air. I shivered and led the way down the grass to the river. The wood was just to the right, beside the fence. I would look forward to exploring that later.

I looked down at Ronnie’s cock and was thrilled to see he was still hard. Thankfully, he had brought plenty viagra with him, enough for us all, he joked. Let’s take another before breakfast, I suggested.

I sat down on the still damp grass. It felt nice to the skin. Ronnie lay down beside me. The wind russled his hairy chest. I watched his cock, standing completely erect. These viagra tablets really work, I thought to myself. I lay down beside Ronnie, my head on his chest, and ran my fingers over his chest. I teased his nipples and slowly worked my hands down to his cock. He shuddered as my hand wound round his cock and gently squeezed it. He closed his eyes and I wanked his cock, slowly and firmly. His cock pulsated in my hand. Ronnie reached down and started to wank me. My head was still on his chest and I stretched up to kiss his neck, breathing deeply in his ear.

Suddenly, he stopped and I did the same. Building up the sexual energy. God, I was so turned on. My breathing slowed down and listened to his suggestion that we take viagra every six hours and spend the day taking each other to the hights of exctasy. Let’s take it to just before the point of no return four times and then cum together just like last night. Four times, to build up the energy and then release it. Yes, I was up for that. I sat up and positioned myself on either side of him. His cock was against my balls. I rubbed his cock against my asshole, teasing him. I teased his nipples and nestled against his neck. Time for a bath, Ronnie suggested amd I reluctantly stopped what I was doing.

We walked hand in hand back to the retreat, wondering if anyone would be up yet. I heard voices in the kitchen. We walked back to our room and I ran the bath. Soon the tub was half full and I stepped in. Ronnie quickly joined me, sitting opposite me. We chatted away to each other. I was conscious that my cock was throbbing. Ronnie lay back in the bath and I turned so that I was lying on top of him with my legs on either side of his. His hard cock was against my ass and I wondered if we would have enough time before breakfast. I wanted to do so much more but time was running out, we needed to get downstairs. I stood up and got out of the bath. Ronnie knelt in the bath and motioned for me to come forward.

He took me in his mouth and wanked me, slowly and firmly. I shuddered as I felt his tongue on the tip of my cock. Very quickly I felt güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri my orgasm getting closer and closer. He stopped wanking me and I held his head in my hands as I recovered. That’s one each so far, just another three to go before we can finally come.

I waited for Ronnie to dry himself off and we went downstairs, our cocks still quite hard. Ronnie and I had taken a viagra before we went down. I wasn’t sure what the others would think if they saw our erections. I used my hand towel to cover my cock and sat down. Mark dished up the breakfast as we all talked among ourselves. By the look of them, two others had also connected, bringing the number of couples to four, counting Ronnie and I too.

Ronnie was sitting next to me and I moved my hand below the table so that I could wank his cock. He acted as normal as he could while I rubbed him.

Mark explained that we should feel free to explore and relax. The whole area is secluded and people rarely came here so we can wander around quite free and naked. Ronnie and I finished our breakfast and went back up stairs.

Ronnie, I said, I loved what we did last night, it was the most erotic time of my life. I keep thinking back to it. We came together, in each others mouth and swallowed it. God, it was lovely. Today, once we build up the sexual energy, I wanted to feel his cock spurting inside me. Ronnie laughed when I explained I wanted to feel his warm spunk inside me. Promise me, I whispered. He nodded, and stroked my cock. By now the viagra was working and I was solid cock again. I played with Ronnies cock as he stroked mine. I rubbed up close to him and shivvered as he wanked me. I whispered in his ear that he should stop and he did. That was twice I had come to the brink and pulled back just in time. I could feel the precum on the end of my cock and Ronnie reached down to suck the small amount of spunk from my cock.

Your turn, I said and told him to bring the lube. I went to the bed and bent over, holding on to the headboard. Ronnie got the message and stroked his lube over my ass. Once again, he teased my asshole with one and then two fingers. I pushed back against him, my cock standing proud in front of me. Slowly he rubbed his cock over my ass, spreading the lube. I was sensitive to what he was doing and it felt amazing. He positioned himself behind me and placed his cock against my asshole. He nudged slowly and his cock slipped into me. I was ready for this. Oh, it felt wonderful. This is what I had been missing all these years.

A few minutes later Ronnie was breathing deeply and I knew he was going to cum. I wanted to feel it so badly, his warm spunk filling me. He stopped thrusting inside me and caught his breath. Too early, be patient, he said. It will be worth it.

So, that was twice we had both almost cum and stopped in time. I wanted so badly to cum but I knew Ronnie knew what he was doing.

After we had recovered, we walked down the stairs, to the back garden. Some of the others were dotted around the grass and two were sunbathing, their eyes shaded with sunglasses. Ronnie grabbed my hand and led me to the wood and we both climbed over the fence and into the wood. There were several grassy parts in the wood and we stopped at a nice spot. I stood there as Ronnie knelt down and took my cock in his mouth. Once again I enjoyed güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri the sensations coursing through my body. I looked around me at the trees. There were several old trees and a few younger ones. I looked at Ronnies head as it bobbed up and down. I signalled him to stop. That was three times now and I had managed it. Only one more time and then I could cum.

It was Ronnies turn next. We walked through the wood and found another spot beside a huge oak tree. It was majestic and towered far up into the sky. Ronnie hugged the tree and I hugged Ronnie. He passed me the lube from his bag and I let my fingers work on him. I had never fucked a guy before and a huge wave of excitement ran through me as my fingers loosened his asshole. I stood behind him and rubbed the head of my cock against his asshole. Slowly I pushed my cock into Ronnie, one thrust after another. He breathed heavily as I fucked him, my hand moving to his cock and I wanked him slowly. It felt amazing to be fucking him and he was responding, thrusting his ass to meet my thrust. It was only minutes before I was almost cumming and I stopped, just in time. That was my last time to hold back and I knew next time, I would explode. I kept rubbing Ronnie’s cock, teasing the head as I rubbed his foreskin over the head. A few minutes and that was Ronnie almost there. I knew to stop.

We walked towards the river and waded in until it was up to our waist. I cleaned my cock, still rampant hard and so was Ronnie’s cock. I felt a thrill run through my ass as I cleaned my cock, the cold water was exciting.

Let’s just take our time, Ronnie said. I was desperate to cum and felt sure he did too. We walked some more through the wood and came across another grassy spot. This would do.

I wanted to feel Ronnie inside me. He lay down on the grass, looking up at me. I sat with my legs either side of Ronnie and rubbed my ass on his cock. He passed me the lube and I smothered his cock with it, pressing fingers into my ass as I rubbed it in. Very slowly, I sat down on his cock, little by little until that huge cock was inside me. I stopped, feeling his cock throbbing inside me. Up and down, I slowly rode that cock. Mmm, it felt great. He stopped me and asked me to go on my knees. I didn’t need any encouragement. I knew now that his cock was going to explode inside me. I knelt down and he knelt behind me. Slowly, he thrust his cock, holding my ass in both hands. It was fantastic. Slowly he fucked me, taking his time so that I could feel each movement. I was so turned on. His breathing got heavier and heavier. Cum inside me, I shouted, cum inside me. He needed no prompting. Oh God, he moaned, I’m going to cum. I tightened my asshole to grip his cock. I was so sensitive that I could feel his throbbing cock as it got harder and harder. Suddenly, he spurted and I felt a delicious warm feeling inside me as his hot spunk ejaculated. Time after time he spurted more and more hot spunk into me. I almost came with excitment. It seemed to take forever as he ejaculated. I could feel his cock as it pulsed more and more spunk into me. I liked this, I liked this a lot.

He collapsed on top of me, holding me tightly. His cock still throbbing. Slowly he slipped his cock out of me and I could feel warm spunk run out. He rubbed it into my ass. I could feel his warm spunk güvenilir bahis şirketleri still inside me. I’d never experienced anything like this. He rolled me over onto my back and reached for my cock. Slowly, he rubbed it while his other hand rubbed my nipples. He moved his head down and sucked me, taking me centimetre by centemetre into his mouth. I knew this wouldn’t take long. He rubbed my balls and stretched my foreskin as he sucked. I could feel such a warm feeling running through me as my orgasm started to build up. He knew I wasn’t far away and wanked me faster and faster. Don’t stop, I moaned, please don’t stop.

Suddenly, I exploded in his mouth, spurting stream after stream of spunk. He swallowed as much as he could but it was dribbling out of his mouth. I had never cum so powerfully as I did just now. Even better than last night. We both collapsed and he lay on top of me. I held him tight, feeling his strong arms around me. I kissed him, tasting my spunk in his mouth. We lay like that for ages. No rush to get up. My cock was still stiff and so was Ronnies.

After about an hour, we got up and walked back towards the house. Time to clean up. Down by the river, on the grass, I could see one of the couples, lying side by side and they were sucking each other. It looked so natural. It was a lovely grassy bank, thick green comfortable grass. They were enjoying themselves and we stood watching for a while. I couldn’t believe it, I felt I could cum again. I stood next to Ronnie as we watched them. I reached for his cock, which was as hard as mine. I fondled it as we watched. It didn’t take them long to finish each other off and we watched them cumming. I looked at Ronnie and smiled. No holding back and building up the sexual energy for them. I waved at them as we continued to walk towards the house. I could feel warm spunk dripping down my legs. This was so erotic.

Back in the room, Ronnie asked if I was ready to go again. Why not leave it until after lunch and we’ll find a spot to lay down, he suggested. Fine, I’m up for that. I don’t even mind if others see us. The couple sucking each other off didn’t seem to mind who was watching. That would be exciting, I wonder where that could lead to. Could we have an orgy, I wondered.

It was an hour before lunch and Ronnie suggested we had a shower together and wait for lunch. The shower was huge, plenty room for two. We both stepped in and turned on the taps. A cascade of hot water drenched us. I reached for the shampoo and smothered Ronnie with it. I stroked every inch of his body and covered him in shampoo. He turned around and started to wash me. He spent plenty time stroking my ass and licking my nipples. I was still rock hard and so was Ronnie. Our cocks rubbed together, his long and slender, mine shorter and thicker. They both looked so erotic as I gripped both cocks and rubbed them. I went on my knees and took him in my mouth. My fingers went to his ass, fingering him and he squeezed his ass in response. I was looking forward to cumming inside him. This afternoon was going to be exciting.

We got out and dried each other off. We stood beside the window, his arms around me and I melted into him. I could feel his wet body hair as he held me. His hard cock was nudging my ass and my own cock stood fully erect. Outside, again by the grassy bank, we saw another couple, the new couple we saw this morning. One of them was on his knees pleasuring his partner. I never expected this, I said to Ronnie. A warm thrill ran through me as I thought of doing this in front of everybody else. That would be exciting.

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Her eyes stalked me across the room as I changed the cd. Blue… a beautiful blue like the ocean on a calm day. That’s the colour. Mostly.

“Anything paticular babe?”

“No… actually Ani would be good.”

I smiled as I turned back to the stereo to change the disc over.

“Of course darling.”

She smiled at me. My heart flipped in my throat. I wet my lips with my tongue. I was suddenly nervous about the way I had dressed this evening. My white muscle back singlet felt tight and my black jeans even tighter. I wasn’t sure if you’d like the look. But the way you hunted me told me you did. I could feel your eyes caressing me. Watching me move. I could feel myself respond to you watching me so intensely.

“So how was your day babe?”

You didn’t respond right away… you leaned across me to get another drink off the table. I could see down the front of your hot pink shirt. The delicate whiteness of your breasts perfectly contrasting your black, lacy bra where they snuggled in tightly. I took a long swig of my Coke as I tried (in vain) to cool down.

“It was ok… just the usual. Work.. then more work and now you.”

Your fingers ran up my arms. I felt a tremble begin in my cunt. I knew what you were after. But I was putting up a fight this time. Tonight you had to earn me.

“How was yours… lover?”

“Much the same my darling. Work and work and then you.”

I smiled as I pulled you in for more snuggles.

“But I am definately glad to be here with you Joanna.”

You grinned at me and snaked your arms around my waist. You pushed me back on the couch. I let you. We cuddled up. Your arms encircling me, holding me tightly to your body. I felt the slope of your breasts against mine, your nipples were hard and pointed towards me. Begging me for attention. I resisted the temptation to reach my fingers to them and tweak them hard. My hands ran over your back. Making little circles and pictures as they went along their business. You moaned a little as they reached the dip of your lower back. You pressed your hips against mine. My body rose to meet you. You grinned… thinking you had won and the battle was over. But I was winding you closer to attacking me. I wanted you to pounce on me. To take me in your desire for me.

You pushed your head closer into my neck. Your breath now directed towards the bottom of my ear lobe. Causing my pussy to quiver in desire for your güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri touch on my naked flesh. I bent my head towards yours.

“Can I have a kiss baby?”

“Of course you can.”

You raised your head to meet mine. Not bothering to hide the gloating triumph from your eyes at your easy defeat over me. I laughed inside and we kissed. Your tongue eagerly meeting mine. Flicking against mine… driving me insane with the way you made the tip of my tongue feel linked to my clit. Every flick against it reverberating through my clit and pussy. My girl boxers becoming soaked. I felt your fingers on my sides. Gliding softly up towards my arm pits. Across the valley of my breasts. You reached my nipples and pulled viciously on them. Willing me to obey you. I wanted so badly to give in to you. To get on my knees and eat your pussy. To feel your wetness run down my chin. I wanted your taste in my mouth. But instead I rose from the couch.

“I have to go to the bathroom.”

My voice was breathless and ragged. You could see the desire leaping from my eyes. You looked irritated. Angry even. That I had begun to walk out on you in the middle of your seduction. I turned towards the door and put my hand on the handle. You were behind me as I felt the cold metal in my palm. You pushed me into the door. My face pressed up against the wood of the door, I could feel your breath on my ear.

“Who said you could leave right now?”

I felt your fingers on the back of my waistband. Toying with it.

“I needed to pee.”

“Bullshit. You’re a liar… you just wanted to make me watch you walk in those jeans. Didn’t you?”

I could feel my cunt tighten at your admittance to wanting me. You still had one hand pressing into my back. Holding me in place against the door. Your other hand had begun to move. Reaching in front of me. Feeling me pushed against it. Your fingers found one of my nipples. Now hard and crying out for you. You pulled it. Then pinched it. My legs went wobbly. The sensation intense.

“Didn’t you?”

Your tongue trailed its way up from the base of my neck to the tip of my ear, where your teeth crushed me. Sending little thrills over me.

“You like that… don’t you? You’d better answer me, you fucking little whore!”

“Y..y..yes I do Joanna.”

You smiled in triumph. Revelled in your victory over me. I was slick now. I died every second you güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri didn’t touch me. But I didn’t move. Your fingers stopped what they were doing. Your hand retreated. I moaned when you broke contact with my skin.

I pushed my hips further into the door, the handle pressing on my cunt. Seeking desperately some relief from the burning need deep inside my pussy. Your hand made contact with the left cheek of my arse. It cracked against me with force enough to leave a red mark that would not disappear for three days. I jolted against the door. Unable to escape. One of my hands slowly made its way towards the front of my waistband. I needed the heat soothed. You caught me and spanked me again. Harder then the last hit. My cunt was on fire by this time. Your knee rammed against the door suddenly. Between my legs. Making direct contact with my cunt. I started to rub myself on your knee. The friction building me towards orgasm. You smacked me again.

“That is very naughty Miss Wheeler.”

I stopped.

“Sorry Miss.”

I felt your hand slip down the back of my jeans.

“My, my Miss Wheeler. You seem to need new underwear.”

“Yes Miss.”

Your fingers ran up my soaked slit. You pushed three of your fingers inside of me. I jumped up and you rammed them in harder. I cried out from the shock. I moaned in the ecstasy of you filling me.

“Who do you belong to, whore?”

“You, Mmmmiss.”

Your hand increased its pace. Your fingers slipped in and out of me quickly, harder and harder you forced them into me. Over and over. I fell on you as my legs gave way. My orgasm taking the last amount of strength I had left in them to hold myself upright. I cried out your name. Wave after wave pumped through me as your fingers continued to pump my cunt. Until I was crying from the intensity of my orgasm.

You stopped. You kissed me, gently calming me. Holding me to the world that involved us, entangled on your living room floor. We kissed again and then you looked at me.

“You know what you have to do now… don’t you whore?”

My brain was still cotton but I heard you through the haze inside my head.

“Yes Miss.”

“Good, I want you to start right now.”

“Yes Miss.”

I smelt your wetness before I got close to your pussy. The scent was intoxicating and I licked my lips in anticipation. I bit you through your underwear. You güvenilir bahis şirketleri moaned and rose your cunt closer to my face. I started to lick your panties. They were already wet through from your juices. I could taste you through them. You writhed underneath me. I roughly removed your underwear. Throwing it over my shoulder. I didn’t care what happened to it now it was out of my way. I registered that they matched your bra and that made me smile. So this was your plan then, you cheeky bitch.

I parted your lips with my hands and sucked your clit into my mouth. Holding it between my teeth, I lashed it with my tongue. Making you squirm and writhe beneath me. Thrusting your cunt harder into my mouth. I groaned at your wantoness. I ceased my lashing. Moving instead to long, thick strokes from the base of your slit upwards to the tip of it. Lapping at you like a cat laps at milk. You moaned more and called my name. asking for it to end. Demanding I finish you. Haha I thought. Now we shall see who is the whore.

“No.”

“What! You little bitch. I said make me cum now.”

“And I said No.”

You jumped beneath me as my tongue dove into your opening. Lapping at the juices as they secreted out.

“You will do as I tell you! Fucken do it NOW!!!”

I giggled to myself. You were getting so worked up, I knew this would be an intense orgasm. I held on for the ride.

“I said No. I don’t feel like it baby.”

Your veins stood out on your hands. They clutched the back of my head. Forcing my face into your cunt. My tongue continued to stab inside of you. Lapping and penetrating. You rode my tongue, my face. Rubbing your clit up and down my nose. Building your orgasm up. I waited til you were so close it had started and then I pushed you down off of me. My head followed you to the ground and I latched onto your clit. Suckling at it as I forced my fingers inside of your sopping hole. Your hips bucked up to meet me and your orgasm tore through you. Your body flailed out of control. My free hand held you down. Weighting you to the floor. You pulled my hair out. Trying to move my face out of your cunt. But I refused to move my head. Instead I got my fingers further inside of you. My tongue lashed again at your clit and you came for the second time. Raising up, your legs now behind my head. Grinding your cunt into my nose. Speared on my fingers. You broke and shuddered as your orgasm subsided. Pulling me up from your cunt to your face so you could lick your juices off of me and clean my face up. We cuddled until we heard a key in your door. Making the mad dash to your bedroom.

“Lucky your flatmate came home after we’d finished babe.”

You giggled and then I giggled and we clambered into bed together.

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I could hardly walk as I made my way down the corridor and back to the life class. My legs, back, anus and balls all ached like mad and I was sure I’d be black and blue when I checked the mirror later. I tried to slide in quietly and without attracting attention to my return but Steve, who had been drawing next to me, saw me and let out a yell.

“Hi mate. Glad your’e back. Where the hell did you get to?” he said.

Heads turned and I did a loud “Shhh,” before someone else did. I didn’t want everyone to know I’d been spread over Mr Richardson’s desk, getting the full attention of his long, slender daddy dick for the last twenty minutes!

“Keep it down mate. Glad you missed me but I’m back now.”

With that I tidied my board and began to fix a fresh sheet of paper.

One of the heads that had turned was Antone’s, the life model for today. He was standing sideways on to us and stretched his neck in an excuse to turn his head. When he saw me he smiled his wicked grin and bent to stretch his hamstrings. God, he was hot. Wow, and supple too.

He looked up with his head resting on his thighs and winked in my direction. A girl in the row in front saw it and thought he was making eyes at her. She giggled and blushed as her mates asked what was the matter.

“Antone, would you like a short break? We can take ten minutes. Call it a comfort stop everyone. All back in ten.” With that Mr Richardson, the art tutor for this class, left the room. He was probably going to “tidy” his office, or make sure all the cum stains on his desk were wiped clean.

A general hubbub of noise broke the silence and Steve started quizzing me again.

“I was sorry to leave you alone with pervy Mr Richardson,” he said. “What did you get up to?”

I showed him the new drawing and he looked at it with interest. I tried to distract him by talking about his work. It was good but I liked Ricky’s better. He was on the other side of me and he had a style that seemed to make the figure step forward from out of a mist.

“This is great man. Wish I could work in that way.”

My diversion tactics seemed to be working and another distraction was provided by the arrival of Billy and Mark. They were first year students like me and we had chatted this morning over coffee. They were taking this break as an opportunity to walk round and show off a bit. Definitely a couple of exhibitionists, and when they saw me they headed over.

“Hi Joe, what you up to over here? Can we come and play,” Mark pouted.

I introduced everyone and Billy, a tall muscular stud, asked me what I thought of the model. I felt myself redden again and muttered something like,”Yeh, he’s hot. Reminds me of you.”

“Billy laughed and Mark said that the two things they had in common were being well hung and being black.

“Nothing wrong with being black Bro,” said a deep voice from behind us and we all turned to see the hot, handsome Antone standing with his arms folded over a broad, smooth chest and eyes glinting in devilment. He stood about four inches taller than any of us and his musculature was even more impressive close up.

“Thought I’d have a look at how things are going. I like that,” and he pointed at Rick’s.

“Lets see yours,” he said to me, with a sexy grin and another of those devilish winks and as I held up my last effort that Mr Richardson had helped me with, Antone moved close behind me and put his mouth close to my ear. His breath made me tremble and the smell and closeness of his body had my hands shaking and my legs quivering. I could feel my cock stiffening, especially when Anton pressed his hand on my bum cheeks and kneaded them firmly. Not bad,” he said loud enough for the others to hear, Then, bending closer he whispered in my ear,

“Why don’t you hang about when every one else clears off after the class. I’d like to get to know you better.”

He growled and I felt the barest touch of his cock on my bum cheeks as he brushed teasingly against me.

With that he turned and made his way back to the dais in the centre of the room.

“What did he want?” asked Billy.

“What a stud. He’s so fit. Close up he’s really buff, ” said Steve. “Wouldn’t mind a few minutes alone with him.”

“Are you guys gay?” asked Mark in wide-eyed wonder, as though he had just unwrapped a great Christmas present.

“No, most of us are bi,” said Steve, “but some like men more than others,” and he gave me a sexy leer.

Just then Mr Richardson came back in and quietened the noise and chatter with a loud, barked summons to get to work again.

“Some of you have a lot to do to get finished and I want to see all first year work before you go. Buckle down and get to it.”

He turned to Antone and assisted him in getting back in place by lining up the chalk marks for his feet. From the middle of the platform he looked out and stretched that magnificent body and unselfconsciously adjusted his cock. It was creeping down his leg again and he smiled over at me as he did so. güvenilir bahis I blushed yet again and felt myself harden in my jeans.

I must remember to wear something looser tomorrow. This tightness could get painful.

We were all quickly back to work and I tried to use Rick’s way of drawing and was quite pleased with how things were progressing.

“You have just half an hour,” called out Mr Richardson, and a hush fell on the room as we concentrated on our work.

Steve leaned across to me and squeezed my bum without anyone seeing. “Want to hook up tonight?” he whispered, pulling closer to me so no-one else could hear.

“Perhaps go for a drink and I’ll show you my room. What do you say?”

“What about Pete? Won’t you be seeing him?” I asked.

“Oh yeh. but thought you could handle two of us. Interested?” and he leered at me again.

God, I had hardly got used to one guy at a time and he was suggesting two.

“No mate. Some of us freshers are meeting up for a drink,” I lied. “Perhaps we can hook up another day?”

Why had I lied to him. I certainly found him attractive, if a little “lively”.

Did I secretly intend to meet up with the black stud, Antone?

“OK mate, your loss. You can always give me a knock when you get in. We are bound to be still awake.”

He eyed me slyly. “And if you come back with someone be sure to bring them up too. The more the merrier.”

Our whispers were too quiet for anyone else to hear but the content was causing my cock to stiffen AGAIN. I’d never known a day like it. Up and down like Tower Bridge. I would need a good blow job at least after this and I looked lustfully at Antone. He was holding his pose well and the faint covering of oil on his body glistened in the art room lights. He had suggested a meeting after the class but I wasn’t sure I was up to it. Christ he was buff and I really wanted to be in tip-top shape for any session we had together. I’d only just cum for Mr Richardson and wasn’t sure how I’d perform again so soon.

What was I thinking? He’d probably just use my body for his pleasure and throw me off like an old sock. Well even that wouldn’t be all bad.

I was imagining his hard cock impaling me as his strong arms lifted me up, planting me on his throbbing cock. Then he was banging my ass and thrusting his hips as he pumped me full of his cum. I was hanging on to his shoulders and panting and moaning as he kissed me with those full and luscious lips.

Oh God. How could I say no?

“Right class, time’s up,” said Mr Richardson.

“First year work with names on the back on the table by the door on your way out. Let’s hope tomorrow is a better day. Thank you Antone. We’ll see you on Thursday and Friday.” With that parting comment he was gone.

The place erupted into noise and movement with students chatting and stacking equipment as they tidied the room. I took my time clearing up, casting furtive, hurried glances in Antone’s direction. He looked at me from across the room and licked his lips.

The next time I looked up he had disappeared. I hadn’t seen where he’d gone but as I scanned round for a glimpse of his hard, black body I was disappointed. He was nowhere to be seen.

Billy and Mark wandered over clutching their work. “What do you think the old bugger will make of these,” laughed Billy. He seemed a little nervous and shifted from foot to foot, clutching his drawings.

“Lets have a look then,” said Rick and we held the papers between us as we pored over them. He had given the model an ENORMOUS, stiff prick, sticking out from a very muscular, well observed body.

“Fuck mate, I’d like a piece of that.” said Rick. “Bit of artistic license eh?”

We were discussing the line quality and shading when a movement from the centre of the room caught my eye. As I looked through the scrum of bodies I saw him. Antone had returned to collect his robe and the blanket on which he had been lying.

He was dressed casually in a tight T shirt that showed all his chest muscles to good advantage. On his legs he wore the tightest athletic tights ever, showing off his thighs and calves, and the very promising bulge in the front. I stood there drooling as he collected his things. Our eyes met and he smiled seductively and, just for me, turned around and bent over. He rubbed the top of his legs and the tight buns as he picked up the towel, then with a discrete nod in my direction he had gone again, disappearing back to the changing room.

I couldn’t believe no-one else had seen him and struggled to stack my easel and disguise the stiff, erect penis in my pants. I knew I was blushing and avoided everyone’s gaze and attention.

“Well,” said Billy. “Are we gonna get a drink or what?”

Steve looked over and smiled. “You youngsters head on out and have a good time. Us oldies won’t be able to keep up, is that what you mean?”

Billy was just about to say something, perhaps to invite him too, when I interrupted and quickly agreed that türkçe bahis we needed time to bond as a year group. I gave Steve and Rick my best “friends” smile and waved them off. I checked with Mark which pub we were meeting at and made an excuse to be late. Then I followed the straggles out of the life studio and headed to the model changing room.

I was nervous as I knocked on the door. I could feel my hand trembling and it took all my resolve to wait for an answer and not run off down the corridor and out into the afternoon sun.

But I waited, hardly daring to breathe, for what seemed like forever.

Finally the door was opened and the bulk of a black, large body filled the door frame.

Soft, hooded eyes looked into mine and the faintest trace of a smile spread over the luscious, full lips. As he spoke, or growled, there was a a flash of bright, regular teeth.

“So, you decided to take me up on my offer, eh? You’d better come in instead of blocking up the corridor.”

With that Antone turned and moved into the room, giving me a good look at his firm legs and muscled bum, now clad in tight black jeans.

If I had any willpower left it had gone when he looked at me over his shoulder, licked his lips and growled,”Come on boy. You know you want it.”

his body was hard, his cock was huge and the sex was good – no, it was great.

( But you don’t want to read about that. Oh you do.)

He turned and moved towards me, wrapping me in his hard, muscled arms and pulling me to his firm chest. My mouth was open in lust as he bit down on my ear. He moved his lips to my mouth and fought my tongue as he pushed his demanding muscle inside my mouth.

“Mmmnn, Oh God, oh yes, yes,” was all I could say as I felt Antone move his hand up under my T and scratch on my back.

His searching fingers moved around, still under my T until they found my nipples. He then proceeded to pull and pinch at first the left then the right one, making me moan with pleasure and grind against his hard body with uncontrolled lust.

“Oh please, please Antone. Fuck me man. I need your cock in me now,” I gasped between kisses and gropings.

He laughed and rubbed the back of my body, getting most of his hand down my tight jeans.

“You givin’ me your sweet little boy arse?” he murmured, leaning into my neck and sucking up a forceful love bite. I flung my head back and let out a long, low moan, grinding into him with more intensity and passion.

“Fuck yes. Take me, here, now. Get inside me and fill my hole with your jizz.”

I couldn’t believe that was my voice saying those sexy things. I was way past being provocative. I was wanton, rampant with desire. I knew this big black stud could really take me to new heights and I wasn’t letting him out of this room until he had.

He laughed and ground his hips against mine. Then to my surprise he put both hands under mt thighs and lifted me up so we were chest to chest and my eyes were level with his. He smiled and licked his lips. Those lovely plump lips parting sensually, oh so invitingly so I couldn’t resist attacking them with my tongue. We started rocking back and forwards. grinding our hips slowly against each other. Fuck that felt so good. I was floating on a wave of lust.

“I want you boy but you have to tell me how much you want it, and what you want me to do to you. Come on. Talk dirty to me,” Anton moaned into my ear.

I was still pumping into him while he held me effortlessly in his strong black arms.

“Oh Anton, you sexy fuck. I want to feel you inside me. I want your big, black rod pumping my guts until you explode and cream inside me.” Was that me talking again? Where had I learned to talk like that?

“Ok boy. Lets get you out of these jeans,” and as he said the words he slowly lowered me to the floor.

I unbuckled my belt and then his, my hands faltering and hesitant in my excitement and anticipation. Antone stripped off my T and raised his big black arms to allow me to pull his over his head. He pulled my jeans down and lifted one leg at a time to help wriggle me out of them. Then he stepped out of his own.

Fuck, he was commando. His cock was stiff and unconstrained by briefs or boxers, unlike me.

He was hard and stiff, at least ten inches long and as fat as my wrist. Christ, how would I take all of that?

Antone grabbed me again and lifted me back into his arms. He kissed me forcefully and his tongue flicked in and out of my mouth.

“You want me baby? You ready for my big cock?” and he ground against my crotch through the material of my skimpy white briefs as he lifted me back onto his body with both arms under my legs and thighs, exposing my butt hole to his every whim. Ne had me in a firm grip and was completely in control and I was loving it.

I hung to his neck with both hands and moaned and writhed. “Oh yes big boy. Fuck me with that rod of yours. Come on man. Get inside me, and make me feel it.”

With that I bit on his ear and lowered güvenilir bahis siteleri my mouth to his chest. { found a nipple and rolled it in my mouth, flicked it with my tongue and then bit down, gently at first but with increasing pressure as he started to moan and push into my crack harder and harder with that big black cock.

I felt both hands grip my bum cheeks and pull them apart. Then Antone’s fingers were inside my briefs and he had one, than two fingers caressing my hole. Before I knew it they were deep inside me.

“Fuck man, that is so hot,” and I wriggled against his hand as he fondled, pushed in and opened me up. I knew I had to be ready for his huge dick and if this was what it took I’d learn to love it. And I found that after the pain of the first rough intrusion I was really getting off on it.

He had found some lube and was pushing two then three then, unbelievably four fingers deep inside and wriggling them around. This was something new and I moaned as the rough, probing fingers hit the spot.

We were both humping and moaning now and my briefs were clearly in the way.

As if he had read my thoughts Anton grabbed the material in both hands and pulled. The pants ripped apart and cool air caressed my hot thighs and bum hole. I felt empty where his fingers had been and my ring puckered and pulsed gently, as if trying to find something hard to suck inside.

Anton wasted no time. As if strengthened and exhilarated by the nakedness of my hole he positioned his hard, black cock right at the tight ring and roughly pushed forward.

“Here it comes boy. You ready for this man meat?” he snarled. Without waiting for an answer he was in and kept up the pressure with firm and forceful strokes until buried deep inside me.

“Ohhh, ohh NNOOO,” I moaned and shouted as the pain increased until it was nearly unbearable. There was no moment of pleasure, just a gut-stabbing agony as he worked further and further inside me. And to think I had been persuaded to beg for this, to act the slut for the promised pleasure.

“NO, No! Oh god, I can’t take it, you’re too big. Pull out man, PULL OUT!. Oh , ohhh, AGHHHH!!”

Antone took a break and held still, his sweat soaked body pressed against mine so I could feel every muscle of his thighs and abs. The over-riding sensation was the painful one of his stiff, hard, pulsating cock buried deep inside me.

“Relax man. Go with it.” Antone moaned.” I don’t want to hurt you, you sweet boy but we gotta break you in to this big dick or how you ever gonna enjoy a fuck with me? The pain will soon go and I guarantee you’ll be begging for more.” He stroked my wet, sweaty hair with a big hand.

” Just relax and push down when I start to pump again. Ready?”

Through tear stained eyes I looked at him and tried to smile. “OK, but slowly, and stop if it gets too bad. Please.”

He kissed me slowly and sensuously on the mouth, biting my bottom lip gently. “Trust me,” he groaned.”You’re gonna love it. Once you’ve had my big ,black dick you won’t want anything else.”

He kissed me again, more passionately this time and I felt his cock twitch inside me. It seemed to be swelling up and I was again aware of the pain and discomfort.

“I’m not sure,” I moaned. “I don’t think I can …” but Anton wasn’t listening to me. He started pushing and pumping and this time I tried to relax and push back. It still hurt but I was more able to take it. Eventually he stopped.

“That’s it, I’m in.” and I understood that he was buried, “balls deep” in my hole.How had I managed to take it all? I could fel its emormous girth rather than the length of it.

“There, you love it now ehh?” and he nuzzled my neck as we rocked slowly back and forward.

The pain was still there but not enough to bring fresh tears to my eyes and without further penetration I was growing used to the size of his tool inside me. It felt like I was about to have an enormous “dump” and couldn’t believe I was stretched so wide.

Antone picked up the pace again and I started to rock my hips back and forth in time with his gentle but firm pressure. I was moaning and started crying out.

“Oh yes, that feels good. Oh just like that. Oh yes, yes, YESS,” and I screamed as he hit the spot inside me .

He lowered me to the floor, hard cock still inside me and without missing a beat continued to pick up the pace. Antone was really pumping now and his hips ground against mine at every push forward. I was rocking to and fro in time with his thrusts and pulled his head down to mine. Our lips met and opened and I flicked and sucked at the inside of his mouth with my tongue.

“Oh yes, come on man fuck me harder. I’m loving it. I want it deep and rough.”

“Told ya,” he said. With that Antone ceased the gentle lover and became a wild animal. He scraped at my skin with his fingernails, pulled at my hair, bit on my nipples and pumped and thrust his cock so forcefully and deep I thought it would break through the top of my head.

“Oh yes man. You big black bastard. Fuck me good. Fill me with your cum,” I shouted in wild abandon while writhing on the floor under his big, hard body.

Just then there was a knock at the door and the janitor’s head popped round.

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Chapter One

I waited at the bar, waiting and praying that he would show up, afraid he wouldn’t. There was always that fear that gripped my guts when were to meet up.

Toby’s Bar was typical of GI hangouts in Saigon; dark, smoky, not very fancy, with hookers, the whole package, except for one thing. Toby’s also catered to gays. Not openly. He didn’t advertise it but word got around that it was safe for gay soldiers and Marines to go there. It was enough of a mix of straights and women that the MPs never bothered the place. Of course, Toby was strict as hell about flaunting it or being too obvious. Toby was a former Marine, big and muscular, one of the original advisors sent to Vietnam. He liked it and stayed. Nobody messed with him.

I watched every guy who came through the door, if only for a quick glimpse before he was shrouded in the darkness of the bar. Toby got me another beer without me asking for it. I didn’t know if he knew who I was waiting on but if he did he didn’t say so.

“Did she stand you up?” he asked.

“Too early to tell,” I said. That was the way it was….a lot of times he knew better but you talked in heterosexual terms. It was a code; one that even the straight guys respected if they found out about you. It wouldn’t have been that way in any other bar. Toby was quick and quite capable of dealing with loud homophobia. One time there were a couple of guys who looked like raw recruits who came in with the sole purpose of finding and beating up gays. They didn’t make any bones about it. They talked to each other loud enough that others could hear, as they looked around and tried to guess if this or that guy was gay. Toby put a stop to it right away. Politely at first, till one of the stupid shits had the balls to ask him if he was gay. Toby played along with them. He nodded for them to follow him back to the rest room. Moments later, there was a lot of noise back there, then the back door was slamming shut. Toby came back to the bar without a scratch. The other two guys came out, one embarrassedly nursing a bloody nose and the other one with a black eye and holding his stomach. Hell, anybody in his right mind would know better than to mess with Toby.

I didn’t say who I was. Brad Courter, 19, six feet even, 196 pounds, regulation jarhead, buzz-cut Marine. My 196 pounds were good, solid muscle. Most of us were; we had a workout room right in the barracks. The guy I was waiting on was Jason Seaborn, also nineteen but his 195 pounds were spread over a five-ten frame which made him look heavier. He was Navy, which I liked to kid him was a distant cousin to the Marines. More correctly, he was a Navy Seal. Okay, you want all of it….he was a sniper.

I started to get the sweats as the night wore on. He should have been there an hour ago. My guts tightened at the thought that maybe something had happened to him. I tried to shrug it off. It was something we both understood and lived with….. him, obviously, more than me. He was the Navy Seal, doing covert ops. I was just an interpreter at Intel….interrogation…we dealt many times with the guys he sometimes brought in. I tried more than once to imagine how I would handle it if he didn’t come back from one of those missions. I couldn’t even think about it without getting suck to my stomach.

Finally, he was there. I recognized his very masculine frame as he appeared in the doorway and his cocky, sexy walk confirmed it. He had incredibly wide shoulders with balled muscles that looked soccer balls and big arms sticking out of a muscle shirt and his pecs protruded in two solid masses of muscle. He had a waist that made women jealous and his jeans shifted loosely around his waist, held up not by a belt but by his round, tight bubble butt. He sauntered up to the bar and slid onto the stool next to me with that crooked smile as if he weren’t late at all. I didn’t make mention of it either.

“You been waiting long?” he asked.

Toby brought him a beer.

“Only since noon,” I said.

He knew I was kidding, probably knew I was covering up that I was worried. He turned full circle on the bar stool, I thought to check the place out and see if there was anybody he knew or who might know him. There was and he went over to a table to say hello. I was watching in the mirror over the bar. A waitress came up to the table with a half dozen beers and ran her cold hand down his bare arm. He cringed and laughed and smacked her on the ass. A hooker came up to his other side and put her arms around his waist and squeezed his butt and said something in his ear. He laughed and squeezed her butt hard and she left. It was like that with him; with all Navy Seals. They were quiet, unassuming heroes that took it all in stride. I could have been jealous except that I was happy in my own skin, and I marveled that he was as comfortable with me as he was with women. He came back to his bar stool with that little twist and swagger in his hips.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t make it,” I said after first looking around to see illegal bahis if anybody was in earshot. There was nobody except Toby and he didn’t matter but you had to be always on guard about everything you said.

“I did,” he said.

As always, I had a hard time keeping my eyes off of him; especially his huge arms sticking out of his shirt. Dam, they were sexy. It was easier for me to look at him in the mirror but I was still cautious.

Jason looked around the bar and asked. “Did you get a room?”

I nodded. We talked for awhile, bringing Toby into the conversation when he had time. Jason downed the rest of his beer and slid the bottle across the bar with a finality that said he was ready to go.

“Hey, Toby, if those two girls show up, tell them don’t go away, we’ll be back,” he said in a loud voice as he stood down off the bar stool. It didn’t matter whether Toby believed there really were two girls. Somehow, I think he knew better.

A dozen blocks away, down side streets and through alleys, was what was known as the Trent Hotel. It wasn’t designed as a hotel. It was a two-story structure that had been converted to a maze of rooms and they put a hotel sign over the door. On the way, Jason stopped off in a gift shop. I told him the room number, two-thirty-eight, and went on to the hotel. He would spend a few minutes in the shop then leave and go down the alley and come into the hotel by way of the rear stairs. The hotel clerk knew the routine. It wasn’t smart for two GIs to be seen going into a hotel together unless there were one or two women on their arms.

I went up the stairs to the room. I’d already showered and got ready for him. I took a big dose of breath freshener and took off my clothes, down to my shorts. I was waiting on the bed when he came in. He double-bolted the door behind him and went over and closed the shutters over the windows facing the street. He left the windows open that faced the alley and a blank wall but he was always careful, afraid there might be somebody spying from a window across the street.

He began taking off his clothes which always made me breathless, all the while with his eyes on me, and that thrilled me that he was so open about wanting me so. I loved everything about him; his looks, eyes, sense of humor, most of all his body. His triceps danced as he took off his boots and socks. He stood up and his arms bulged as he took off his pants. He climbed on the bed and knelt between my legs, still wearing his muscle shirt and his briefs. He crossed his arms across his chest and pulled his shirt up, his torso spreading out wide when he pulled it off over his head. I leaned up and placed my hands on his sides, high on the V where the finger-like muscles rapped around his rib cage, then on up into his hairy armpits. He tossed the shirt aside and his pecs settled thick and heavy on his rib cage when he lowered his arms. Nice hair there, too, a spattering on each side around his tits then the neat, straight line down the center of his abs, disappearing under the waistband of his shorts. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband to shove his briefs down but I stopped him.

“Wait. Leave them on…..let me look at you for a minute.”

He moved his hands down to his sides and knelt there, a little awkward, with a goofy, embarrassed smile on his face. I let my eyes rake up and down his muscular body, zeroing in on his tiny briefs. They weren’t regulation, although they should have been. The military would save a lot of money on material if they were regulation. There was barely anything to them; two thin strips curved up over his hip bones trying mightily to support the weight in the pouch stretched around his manhood. They barely contained his massive manhood, and stretched so low that you could see the curls of hair over the top.

“You ought to be on a recruiting poster,” I said

“Like this?”

“If I was in charge of recruiting.”

“Is that enough looking?” he asked, shrugging his heavy shoulders.

“Yeah. Are you getting anxious?”

“You know it,” he said.

He shoved his briefs down and lifted each knee to shove them off. His big cock hanging out proudly, not yet hard but thick and meaty, with a network of bulging veins. My breath caught in my throat. His cock was easily six/seven inches, with a network of bluish veins under the silken sheath that gave it a bit of a gnarled, virile look when he was hard. He never got hard fast. It was like he took his time, no big rush, it would be hard when the time came.

“I don’t know how you carry all that around,” I said.

He laughed as he ran his hands up and down my thighs several times then tugged at my shorts. I raised up so he could take them off of me. I watched his muscles bulge and ripple and it was a moment of feeling ravished as he stripped me naked. He tossed my shorts to me and his eyes shifted to my own cock but didn’t linger. He was just noticing, with no particular desire for it except that it made me a man and a man was what he wanted. illegal bahis siteleri But there was desire in his eyes.

“Godd, you look good to me,” he said as he leaned up over me on his hands and knees and clamped his mouth over my right pec. I gasped and moaned as he flicked my tit with his tongue then sucked on it. The after-shave bristle on his face felt good.

“Your tits getting bigger?” he asked.

“If they are, you made them that way,” I said. They would get bigger with him sucking on them.

He reached down and lifted my left leg around his hip and I lifted them both, tilting my butt up for him. He slid his cock up and down the crack of my butt, made slick with his precome. His cock was hard now. Hard and big. Hard and HUGE. I trembled a little inside with the familiar anticipation.

“I know you like some foreplay but I’m so damned horny,” he said, poking his cock at the slick hole.

“I’ve told you the foreplay is seeing you come through the door, watching you take off your clothes and walk toward the bed. It’s all the foreplay I need.”

“You’re something else, you know that? So dammed unselfish.”

“I’ll be anything you want me to be.” I said

I felt the pressure of his cockhead against my clenching hole. He picked up my shorts and handed them to me. He was always afraid I would make too much noise.

“I’m okay,” I said.

“I like to see ’em in your mouth,” he said.

I let him stuff my shorts in my mouth. He pushed and I pushed my asshole back at him with that little twinge of fear that always came over me the moment before I was about to be penetrated and impaled on the huge cock. I tried not to remember the pain. I could feel the awesome power behind his cock, drawn from his tight, hard butt muscles. Suddenly his cock popped through, leaving me wide-eyed as it always did when he entered me, a lot of it from the excruciating pain. He barely paused before he sank all the way in me, all ten-plus-maybe-eleven inches, up to his balls.

“Ohh, Goddddd!” I moaned softly as his cock throbbed deep inside me. The weight of his balls felt wonderful against my butt.

“Ohhhh, Fuucckkk! I’ve wanted this so bad,” he gasped. He held still with his cock buried deep in my guts. “You okay?”

I pulled my shorts out of my mouth. “You always ask that and what do I always say?”

“But I know it hurts,” he said. “Tell me it doesn’t hurt. You can’t hide it, hard as you try.”

“It hurts like hell, but not for long and nothing I can’t handle,” I assured him.

He squeezed his butt muscles several times, forcing his cock to nudge at my innermost being, then slowly he withdrew most of the way then slid back in several times; then he set his rhythm and he was fucking me.

“Ohhh…..Ohhhhh…..Awwhhhh,” I moaned softly.

“Ohh, yeah….you are so hot and tight,” he whispered.

“That’s a true miracle, considering the size of your cock stretching me,” I said.

“You must have muscles in your shit, to be so tight after all these times,” he said. “And so alive! Fuck, it feels like a bunch of tiny fingers squeezing my cock.”

He leaned over me and kissed my chest as he fucked me with a steady rhythm. He kissed down my abs then back up across my chest and along the side of my neck. I turned my face toward him a little but he moved back down my chest. He always avoided my face. He raised up and looked down at his cock going and in and out of me. “Fuck, that is so hot, watching your asshole squeeze around my cock, watching it stretch and pull out when I pull back. Looks like it’s gonna turn inside out.”

“It feels like it,” I said.

He leaned down and began kissing my chest again. He really liked my tits. He loved making them swell so he could suck and nibble on them. He kissed back and forth across my chest, down my abs to the safety point where he didn’t get too close to my cock, then moved his full lips up across my chest to my neck. His lips sent shivers all through me. When he was kissing up my neck again….lingering there…..I broke the spell.

“Go ahead,” I said.

“Go ahead and what?’ he asked.

“Kiss me. I think you want to. It’s all right.”

He trailed his lips back down to my chest and sucked my tits again. Then he raised his head and looked at me. His thick, powerful neck was so sexy and it made me weak inside, he was so handsome.

“I wish you hadn’t said that,” he said hoarsely.

“Why?” I was afraid I’d fucked things up. I well knew how macho he was and maybe the idea of two guys kissing turned him off.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t want me to,” he said.

“How come you didn’t want me to say it?” I asked.

“Because now there’s nothing stopping me,” he said. He lowered his head, his face close to mine. His eyes shifted all around as if he were trying to recognize me, then his eyes met mine. We gazed into each other’s eyes for a long moment; I think a moment of indecision for him.

“I may never do this again but I want to do it once,” canlı bahis siteleri he said.

I think I whinnied when his lips brushed over mine, or maybe it was him, or both of us. I didn’t kiss him back at first. I didn’t want to appear too eager; I wanted him to lead the way down this new path of pleasure. I wanted the experiment and the experience to be all his. He flicked his tongue out and traced back and forth on my lips. I let them go slack and he took my lower lip between his. I whinnied softly as he washed it with his tongue. When he parted, my lips were parted to welcome his tongue. When our tongues touched and sent a shiver through me I began kissing him back. He lashed his tongue around mine and I sucked it into my mouth. It was definitely him who squealed when I did that. It turned into a long, experimental kiss, with more passion than I think either of us expected. It was almost more an act of love making all by itself. Finally he broke away with a tiny gasp, his head hung.

“Geezuss, I wish I hadn’t done that,” he said.

“Why?”

“Because I liked it.”

“You liked it but you didn’t want to,” I said.

“That was hotter than any kiss I remember with a woman.”

“I guess I shouldn’t say I’m glad.”

He bent me more in half, my legs spread out wide, and pressed his body down against mine. Our muscles strained and flexed and slid together with our sweat. He fucked me, using long, steady strokes, his great cock gouging out the inner-most depths of me. I was always amazed how I was able to take his huge meat so deep. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and hung on. I kissed the hard column of his muscular neck.

“You feel so fuckin’ good….your muscles….its so different from the softness of a woman,” he said.

“Careful what you say, you might get to liking it too much,” I joked.

“I already do,” he said, he said, laughing.

He fucked me hard, he fucked me gentle, he was on the way to fucking my brains out.

“I gotta come. I wanta come so bad,” he whispered. “I’ll fuck you again but I have to drop this load I’ve been carrying around.”

“Give it to me,” I said. He picked up his pace and I hung on for dear life and clamped my open mouth against his neck as he pounded me unmercifully with his big cock. I wished he had clamped his mouth over mine so we could have kissed all through his climax. I held him tight, his muscles flexed hard and rippling, till suddenly he gasped and moaned and trembled and half sobbed. Then his cock was shooting great loads of hot semen deep inside me. It took a long time for him to empty his balls; he had a lot to come. I fought to hold off myself. He would want to fuck me again pretty quick and I wanted to be ready and still primed for him. He hovered over me, his great chest heaving and his abs rippling with his heavy breathing. Beads of sweat dripped off his forehead.

“How long have you been saving that?” I asked, holding him close with my arms and legs around him.

“Since last time with you.” He slowly withdrew his cock and toppled off to lie beside me, as if he didn’t want the intimacy now that he had come. He was sometimes like that. He wasn’t exactly loving when we were together and I was surprised when he shoved his arm under my pillow and pulled me close. He needed this so much. Part of his sexual intensity was the release of all the pressure that he had to leave behind. It was as if all his fears and emotions were drained out of him when he shot off. It was hard for me to imagine Jason being afraid of anything but he told me he was, a lot, when he was out there.

“It’s always so intense after so long a time,” he said.

“The last time was only a week ago,” I said.

“You don’t know how long my weeks are.”

“No, I don’t. I don’t think I could do what you do,” I said.

“Maybe, but what you do is just as important. It wouldn’t do me any good to bring them in if there wasn’t somebody skilled in getting information out of them.”

“There must be a lot of them you don’t bring in,” I said.

He paused. “Most of them I don’t. Most of them they just want taken out. But it’s their call,” he said nonchalantly. “All they have to do is drop their weapon, drop to their knees and put their hands on top of their heads. Except if they’ve done anything stupid, like killed or wounded one of our guys. Then I don’t give a fuck what info they’ve got, they’re wasted.”

I could feel his muscles tighten even as talked.

“You’re just doing your job,” I said. I never knew what to say when he talked about it.

“Yeah, fuckin-A-right, just doing the job. And I’m dam good at it,” he said. Then he changed the subject. “I’m sorry I was so selfish and went off so quick, but I needed it,” he said.

“I could tell, you were so intense.”

“I’ll fuck you again and we’ll take our time. I’ll find your spot and drive you up the walls.”

“You do that anyway,” I said.

We lay quietly for a long moment, staring up at the ceiling fan.

“You know, sometimes, when I’m laying out there waiting for a shot, I let my mind drift back to the time before with you. Sometimes I think that’s what gets me through it.”

“This is the first time you’ve even mentioned that you’re a sniper,” I said.

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*All Characters Are 18 or Older*

Friday had arrived and left and in a blink of an eye Demetri Parker had graduated high school and left his nightmare of a house. His life now consisted of trying to forget all the years of abuse and hurt he had suffered from his family. On the outside, a stranger might see a perfect family, not a speck of anger or troublesome worries in sight. But the family itself was neither perfect nor wonderful. An abusive father, a perfectionist mother and the perfect daughter. He himself was always behind the shadow of his god-like sister Julia. Nothing he did ever lived up to his parents expectations. But he was gone from that hell house and left the thought alone, letting himself ponder on other thoughts.

The bus he had been sitting for the past four hours stopped coming to a stop near a sign that read Cedarcrest. His bronze eyes gazed at the town he saw before him. Was this where he was suppose to be?

***

All he could do was run. If he stopped, God knows what would happen. Then again, he had a pretty good idea of what would become of him. Starvation, torture or worse, death. But he was far away from that beast he once called Father. He laughed.

Father? Yeah right, in what world? He thought.

Soon his legs grew tired and he knew if he didn’t he soon would pass out. His breathing grew deeper as he stopped running, feet sore from running so far and heart almost bursting from its cage. His eyes scanned the surroundings, a sign and a bus emptying full of people. God, he felt like a wild animal peering at those people from the bushes. The last person exiting the bus was a guy. His eyes scanned his golden body head-to-toe.

Assuming he was 18, he guessed he was just out of school, judging the suitcases and the attire. But what bothered him the most was the eyes. Bronze and perfect, he could look into those eyes forever. He waited until everyone walked away from the bus to leave the bushes. He didn’t look so different from anyone else, minusing the fact he had no shoes and his shirt was tattered and torn. But one thing was for sure and that was he had to find out who that guy was.

***

Demetri looked around the town before moving in a small motel for the night. His head ached and he desperately needed a bath to calm his nerves down. He unlocked the room, throwing his bags down and heading for the bathroom, turning on the water and removing the clothing he had. He hadn’t felt this good since…well since never. His body illegal bahis sunk underneath the warm water and he felt at peace. Everything in the world didn’t matter as long as he had some haven with him and right now this was it. His thoughts began nipping at his family. Would they miss him? Did they know he was gone? What would his family say to their friends? He could see the headlines in the paper, Runaway Boy Shames Family.

He shook his head. Nobody dared to speak a word about one of the richest families in N.J anyway. His father would spin another lie and feed it to the people just like he kept the image that Demetri was straight.

He remembered the fateful day he told his parents he was gay. 16 and naive he was, thinking his parents would understand. Almost immediately his father took the fork he was using and began chasing him around the house until he cut him so deep, Demetri had to receive ten stitches on his lower thigh.

He shuddered at the thought. As he began to the tub, he almost shed a tear thinking about his sister stuck inside Hell. But before he could, his forgotten phone began to go off.

***

“Name please?”

Kyle looked at the receptionist as if he was crazy. He suddenly remembered why he came here and where he was. With no reason to not give him his real name, he gave the receptionist his name.

“Kyle. Kyle Laurent.”

The man nodded, obviously bored with the whole thing. After typing the required information, the man named the price for a week stay.

“$240 for over night. Any additional items or services required?” The man let himself sigh once and continued to look at Kyle.

Kyle dug in his pocket, coming out with $120, a dust ball and a pack of gum.

“I..I only have $120. Is there a slight possibility that I could umm..work for the extra money?” His voice was weak and he looked at the man, now agitated at him even more so.

“Look kid, I don’t have time to mess around with the likes of you. Get out now.” His voice was ice cold and hit Kyle like a dagger.

Kyle began to run out the Ace & Jacks motel like he was fire. What was he thinking? He couldn’t live by himself without shelter or food. He would go back to Dave and explain it was all a mistake. His feet began to move again and he found himself walking. A sudden flash of bright lights awakened him and he heard a voice scream something before it all became black.

***

“Look Out!!” Demetri screamed.

The unknown figure illegal bahis siteleri fell on the black pavement, unconscious and hopefully alive. Demetri ran from his room, out of the lobby and towards the figure. The driver, calling 911 and screaming she didn’t see him.

Sprawled on the pavement was a young man, presumably 19 or 20 in Demetri’s eyes. Sirens were growing closer by the second and Demetri began to pick the man up when he heard a soft groan from him. His eyes soon fluttered open staring into his with amazingly beautiful blue eyes. As the paramedics began to take him away, Demetri heard him say one last thing before he faded into the darkness.

“You.”

**An Hour Later**

As he waited to hear the condition of the mystery man, Demetri tried to erase the fact that a man he barely knew gave him a raging boner every time he thought about him. His palms began to sweat every time he replayed the hit and him falling. The doctor, Mr. Gabriel Anderson, looked down at him and immediately knew these guys had some connection.

“Hello. Dr. Anderson and you are?” The doc’s smile was genuine and Demetri replied with the same amount of respect.

“Demetri Parker. How’s umm.. he doing?”

“Well Mr. Laurent is doing fine. Just a slight concussion and a few stitches above his eye and on his lower chest.”

Luckily, the doctor lead him to his room without any questions asked. Before Dr. Anderson left, Demetri had one last question.

“Whats his name?”

With a heart warming smile he replied, “Kyle.”

“Kyle..”

***

He was at peace. Finally. No more hurt or pain or any other thing to bother him. Death seemed quite fair in for likes of Kyle but he soon realized he wasn’t dead, for his eyes opened staring at the mystery man he saw the earlier that day. In sleep, the guy was god-like. His semi-long hair was draped over his face and his chest rising each time he breathed. If he could he would of reached over and caressed an kissed the man he wanted and needed. His body stirred and moved as Kyle watched him sleep. If only he hadn’t lived the way he did, maybe in some distant future they could of been together and cherished each and ever waking moment they spent with each other. But he couldn’t because it just simply wouldn’t happen, not now, not ever.

Kyle had begun to laugh, a stomach curdling laugh, but never the less a laugh. His laughter had come from a thought, a thought that had said ‘If you hadn’t been born, you canlı bahis siteleri wouldn’t be in this mess at all.’ So he laughed, and as he did Demetri had silently woken up.

“Nice to see somebodies not dead in here.” His words threw the laughter out the window and left Kyle staring at his love.

“Its…Its you!” His mouth manage to croak out the words.

“Me…Yeah I guess it is. And its you. Demetri Parker, Whats yours?” His smile warmed Kyle from his head to toe.

“Kyle.” Everything he felt was just pure happiness. Nothing could ruin this moment except of course the doctor entering the room.

“Umm Sorry to Ruin the Moment but I think we all agree that Mr. Laurent is O.K to go home?” The doctor smiled at them both, both now blushing a deep red.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to leave Mr. Parker. You may wait in the waiting room.” The doctor nodded to the door and Demetri was gone.

***

Could his life get any better? It was as if everything he could ever want in his life had finally came to him. As he sat down on the hospital chair he began wondering what Kyle meant when he said ‘Its you.’ Had he seen him before? He hadn’t seen him that’s for sure.

“Mr. Parker, I assume you and Mr. Laurent will reside at either his or your house. I trust you will provide him with the proper care?” Dr. Anderson looked at him waiting for an answer.

“Yeah uh Sure.”

“Great.” As if on cue, Kyle walked out and stared at him with gorgeous blue eyes.

“Hey.” He stretched out his hand and Demetri shook it gladly.

“Well Mr. Laurent I expect you to come by in a week to see how you are doing.”

And with that the doctor left.

***

Just say it. Say it and get it over with. Kyle thought.

How could he? Say I Love You to a person he barely knew? He didn’t even know if he was gay or straight! He stole glance at Demetri and force the urge to lean over and kiss him. The car pulled up to the motel were apparently Demetri lived. As Demetri got out of the car, Kyle felt there was an uneasy bond between the two. Like he didn’t even want him to be here. Under the circumstances, Kyle had to follow Demetri into the motel.

Unlike most crappy motels, the Ace & Jacks was a clean and nicely furnished. But the only problem was the sleeping quarters.

“I could sleep on the chair?” Demetri asked.

“No no that’s fine. Just please tell me you don’t snore?” With that, Demetri cracked a smile.

Demetri’s phone began to go off, erasing the smile and putting a look of worry on him. He heard screaming on the other line and wondered what that was all about. The phone closed and Demetri was pale as a ghost.

“What is it?”

“My father. He’s here.”

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It was raining hard that night as I got out of my truck. Pulling the coat over my head, I ran across the gravel parking lot, up the wooden steps, seeking refuge under the foyer. Taking off my jacket, I proceeded to shake it dry, trying to avoid soaking the woman taking the two-dollar cover at the door.

I was early, so it was not too crowded. It was possible that the rain would keep all but the die-hard two-steppers from going out. Scanning the dance floor for familiar faces, and finding none, I made my way past the pool table and ordered something from the bar. As I waited for my Calistoga water with lime, the pool table sat quietly, waiting for some poor soul to feed it. Tipping the bartender, I walked over to the table.

I set down my drink and reached into my pocket, pulling up a handful of change; grabbed two quarters and put the rest back. Placing the coins into the empty slots, with a steady push and pull, the balls dropped loudly into place, the noise bouncing off the walls in the empty room. Placing the cue ball behind the line and wide to the right, I chalked up a 20-ounce cue and stroked it into the cue ball. The cue ball hit the formation and careened against a couple rails. Lots of smoke and no fire, all the balls were still on the table. I looked for my first choice, solids, and started to clear the table, one solid at a time.

I was shooting for the six-ball when a nice looking cinnamon brunette asked if she could play. I thought about it for a second and decided that two could play as well as one, so I said sure, no problem. I finished my last couple shots and she racked up for the next game. As I placed the cue ball to break, she asked me how old I was. I was amused. “You want to know how old I am? Don’t you want to know my name first?” I asked.

I broke open the rack and knocked in one of each. Choosing to go with solids, I pocketed a couple before heading back to our conversation.

“Ok, fair enough, then”, she said. “What is your name?”

“I’m 36.” I answered. “Are you gonna shoot pool, or what?”

As I aimed for another shot, I couldn’t keep my eyes from looking at her as she searched for a different cue stick. Unable to concentrate, I miscued and scratched.

She came back to the table, empty-handed and announced, “All of those cues are canlı bahis shit, how about sharing yours?”

Not something I would normally do, as I am superstitious with my pool playing habits, I reluctantly agreed to share my cue stick. “Oh, by the way, I don’t usually let, uh, perfect strangers use my cue, so how ’bout you telling me your name?”

She reached for my pool stick, brushing ever so slightly against my arm and whispered her name as Brenda.

Brenda went to the table and aimed for the ball. Shooting too hard, she miscued the cue ball and sent it directly to the side pocket. As she handed me back the cue, I noticed how warm her rich brown eyes were. They shone like a mid-summer starlight.

“Your turn”, she reminded me. I found myself wanting her. I tried to focus on the game but it was no use. I just hit the eight ball into the corner pocket, with three solids still left on the table. We played a couple more games before there were any other challengers. She bought the next round; I had switched to a non-alcoholic beer and she had another draft. While waiting for her to return, I lit up a smoke and watched her interact with the cute female bartender, the same one who had served me earlier. Brenda had a quick smile, yet it was not phony. By the time she got back, I was waiting for her to shoot. Knowing that we now had others waiting to play, we ended up playing a marathon game. Simple shots went astray, complicated shots were completed, only to scratch the cue ball.

Finally, our game was over. I won. She picked up her drink and walked towards the dance floor. Business had picked up and Brenda wanted to see if her friends had shown up yet. My heart was not into playing any more pool. The new player won the game. Walking away from the pool table, I sought out my new pool-playing friend. I found her leaning against the rail. Walking up behind her, I hooked my pinky around her belt loop and sadly told her that I had lost.

We talked for a while and watched everyone dance, mostly the two-step, although some couples were dancing to their own rhythm. All the while, I was racking my brain trying to remember her name.

Finally, I admitted to her that for the life of me, I couldn’t remember her name. She looked at me, hesitating a few seconds, and told me.

I bahis siteleri asked her if that was really her name and we, both laughed. I was glad she understood, especially since she was the one who wanted to know my age before my name.

“It’s a good thing you told me because I would have run through the alphabet a long time looking for that name.”

We both laughed some more.

As the next song started, Brenda asked me to dance. Feeling my face flush and hoping she didn’t notice, I answered yes, but that I did not two-step very well.

We got onto the dance floor and she asked me who would lead. Astonished, I reminded her of my being new to country dancing. With that, she took the lead and we promenaded along with the other dancers.

We went around a few more times before the song ended and we went back to the table to finish our drinks. I was new to the city, as a single female, and this felt like a date. I found myself attracted to Brenda, but I was not sure how she felt.

My thirteen-year relationship had finally crumbled a few months previously. The comfort of not being alone had kept us together. This was the first time since the breakup that I had gone out anywhere, let alone a bar.

Sitting next to Brenda, my heart pounded fast. It had been a long time since I remembered feeling this good. I did not know what to expect, so I expected nothing. One-night stands are not my style.

Brenda must have felt the same way, because when I leaned over to ask if she wanted another drink, she kissed me. I kissed her back. We kissed again.

She wrapped her arms around me and pulled us closer together. Strong thrusts of her tongue sent shivers up and down my spine.

Brenda asked me what were my plans for the evening. I did not have any, really, so I asked her what she had in mind.

She asked, “Would you like to leave right now?”

With a quick smile and a nod, I picked up my smokes from the table. I let her know that a pit stop was needed and she followed me to the bathroom.

Inside the large room were two stalls, both empty. I went into the larger one as she waited by the bathroom door.

As I opened the stall door to exit, Brenda rushed me, pushing me back inside and closed the door. Locking the door, she turned around and just bahis şirketleri smiled.

In a second she was upon me, kissing with such passion not felt for a very long time. She pushed me back against the wall as her tongue deeply searching for mine. She was not disappointed.

Reaching down, I palmed her crotch, feeling the wetness seeping through her jeans. She gasped slightly and pushed harder against my hand. Oh my. My brain screamed.

Brenda pulled up my t-shirt and flitted her tongue against my nipples, one breast and then the other.

Reaching down, she also felt the wetness of my jeans. Taking time to breathe, I traced my tongue along her jugular, and felt the pounding pulse of a woman in heat.

I wanted her even more.

Spinning her around, now with her back up against the wall, I devoured as much of her as I could.

Her soft breasts, tight and firm, tasted sweet. I suckled one nipple like a puppy getting milk for the first time.

Dropping to one knee, I tasted her juices, slightly flavored by Levi Strauss.

She wrapped her hands around the back of my head and pulled my face tighter.

I wrapped my hands around her back as I tried to stand. Brenda placed her hand between my legs to help, pulling upward against my soaked crotch. I uttered a low moan.

I wrapped my leg around hers, my thigh applying pressure to her moistened pussy. We pumped together in unison, racing against time. The passion was hot and we were past the time of no return. There was no stopping now.

Leaning against the wall for support, my hands around the small of her back, holding her firmly in place, she moved harder and faster as orgasm approached.

We kissed again. Running my tongue along her neck, I tasted her salty sweat. Again, she moaned.

She tightened up against me, riding hard.

Brenda leaned back her head as the orgasm started pulsating through her body.

I held on for dear life.

A purring growl escaped from her lips.

Moments passed before her body trembled as though there were a chill in the air. Her body placid, supported by my now soaked thigh, still between her legs.

Her kisses are more passionate as she regains the strength to stand on her own.

Pounding of the door brings us back to reality.

We kiss again before opening the door to see who has intruded. It was the cute bartender.

“Hey,” Brenda said.

“Hey,” said the bartender.

Oh shit, I muttered.

Brenda just smiled as she left.

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“Mummy, Mummy, guess what I just found out?”

I looked up at Ashleigh, my19-year-old cheerleading daughter, as she rushed in breathlessly.

“Well, tell me already,” I shot back, wondering what could be so important.

“I just found out that Daddy’s going to be out at a meeting this weekend, and we’ll have the whole house to ourselves.”

“And what does that mean?” I asked innocently, knowing what Ashleigh meant all along.

She crumpled up her nose and said “m..u..m. It means that you can make me feel good again, with your fingers and tongue in my pussy.” She had picked up on the vernacular quickly, to my delight.

“Well, if he’s going to be gone all weekend, we might have time to do other things too! Are you interested?” I asked.

“What other things, Mummy?” Now I knew I had her. Her big brown eyes were so full of curiosity.

I replied with a question of my own. “Do you remember how you felt in the living room when you had your orgasm? What I’ll show you later will just make that even better.”

“Oh, Mummy, I’m not sure it could be any better than before.”

It turned out that my husband had just been called into the city for an urgent work session and planned on staying over to save journey times. In less than an hour he was gone with a promise to call when he got to his hotel and a further, whispered, promise of phone sex much later.

Disappointed that he would be away for a couple of nights was easily off-set by having Ashleigh to myself, so I quickly began to plan the events for the weekend. First thing I did was order Ashleigh’s favourite pizza. This got her into a kind of festive mood so that she would be more relaxed. Then I told her to go get her bath, so that she was nice and clean and come into my bedroom when she was done.

When Ashleigh was finished her bath, she came to my bedroom wrapped in her favourite plush yellow towel. I was still in all my clothing, lying on my bed.

“Come here, baby girl,” I said, and she walked over to stand by my bed.

“Let me see my pretty daughter.” She pretended to be shy, and only lowered her towel to the tops of her boobs,

“More,” I said. She grinned like a Cheshire Cat and dropped the towel to her waist exposing her pert boobs and taught belly to me but stopped there.

“Come on, Ashleigh, I want to see it all.” Finally, she dropped her towel to the floor and kicked it away, then did a slow spin. Her 34D boobs were just as beautiful as I remembered and her pussy, OMG her pussy was as bare and smooth as could be. Gone was the short tuft of hair that I had feasted on during our first encounter.

“You are absolutely beautiful, ” I gushed, “Did someone borrow daddy’s razor?”

She blushed, “I might have Mummy, do you like?” she said lifting her left leg to give me a much better view of her freshly shaved cunt and ass.

“Oh, what’s not to like Ash”.

“How about you, Mummy?”

“What do you mean? What about me?” I teased.

“If I have to be naked, so do you, it’s only fair.” Then she gave me that pouty face that would knock any living person off their feet.

“OK, if I have to, but you have to help me.” I stood up so she came to me and slowly unzipped my dress, pulling it straight to the floor, she stepped back to gaze at my black, racy underwear. I had put on a half cup bra, so my nipples were just peaking out the top and a pair of crotch-less panties to match.

She reached out her hand, and gently touched my nipple, making it jerk in reaction.

“I didn’t hurt it, did I?” she asked innocently.

“No, bahis firmaları Ash, that is just an involuntary reaction to being touched,” I explained. After she took my bra off, she asked what we’re going to do now.

“Now, we’re going to have some fun., climb up on the bed with me.”

When she was up on the bed, I told her to spread her legs. “I’m going to kiss you all over, starting with your lips, and working my way down to your bare pussy and beyond.”

“Oh, Mummy, that sounds like fun, but are you really going to kiss my pussy?” she asked.

“Not only kiss it, but lick it, suck on it, and make you come over and over again.”

Her face clouded over a bit, and she asked, “But Mummy, can I do the same thing for you?”

Such a sweet girl I thought, thinking of her mummy.

“Don’t you worry, I’ll make sure that you make me feel good before we’re done.” This brightened her face again, and I knew it was time for the proceedings to begin.

“Now baby, I want you to lie right in the middle of the bed,” and I proceeded to kiss her, beginning with her face and lips, moving down to her breasts, kissing first one, then the other, then kissing the first one again while I played with the other with my hand. Quickly she began to moan and wriggle on the bed.

“Mummy, that feels so good, please don’t stop.”

“Don’t you worry, Ash? Stopping is the last thing on my mind.” I then moved down to her tummy, kissing and licking all the way.

“Now, I want you to spread your beautiful legs far apart for me.” When she did, I could see that she was already getting wet in anticipation. Her ripe, bald, cunt was glistening with girlie goo and required my urgent attention.

I kissed her pussy, and then licked up one side, then down the other all the time her cunt scent filled my nose with its heady sweet smell. It was time, no teasing required, and I went for it all, licking up and down her pussy, tasting her wonderful juices.

“Oh, God, Mummy, please don’t stop! That feels sooo good!”

I started concentrating a little higher, licking her bud, back and forth, up and down making little circles. There would be other times to tease and make her wait but right now I knew my Ash just needed to cum, and cum hard.

“EEEEEEEE, I don’t think I can stand it anymore!! God, this feels SO good!” Then it happened, Ashleigh raised her ass off the bed, got stiff as a board and screamed at the top of her lungs as she shot her juices all over my face. I licked up as much as I could, but there was just so much and it was so unexpected that I couldn’t get it all, even with my mouth clamped around her gushing cunt.

“Mummy, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that! I’ll clean it all up later, I promise,” Ashleigh said between gasps. I couldn’t help but smile, and then she said, “Well, what’s so funny? I really didn’t mean to per myself.”

“Ashleigh, you didn’t do anything wrong or dirty, and I’m not mad. You just had a powerful orgasm and your pussy juices shot all over the place, we’ll clean up later if we need to.”

“So that’s not pee?” she asked as she calmed down.

“No, baby, it’s just your pussy juice, and I thought it was real sexy.”

She took a few more breaths, then said, “Thank you, Mummy. I’ve never felt this good EVER! If I knew that I could, then we’d have done this a long time ago. But what about you? It’s not fair that I get all the fun.”

There she goes again thinking about me, what a sweet child.

“OK, I did promise you that I would show you how to make me feel kaçak iddaa good, too. Here’s your second lesson, lie still baby”.

A buzzing started as I turned on the vibrator and brought it up to Ashleigh’s knee and touched it, slowly moving it up and down and around and then over to the other knee. I moved it along the top of Ashleigh’s legs and then back down, stroking it in a circular motion over her legs before pushing the vibrator between her closed legs, all the while keeping my eyes fixed on her as I saw a shiver run through her body. I pushed the vibrator up between her legs until it touched her pubic mound, at its touch she closed her eyes and arched her back, and her legs opened slightly. I breathed in sharply in excitement when I saw her reaction.

“Open your legs” I said in husky voice, and Ashleigh’s legs began to open.
“Wider.”

Ashleigh, with all her shyness and embarrassment driven away by the sensation caused by the vibrator, did as she was told. Gripping her knees, she pulled them back and opened herself up completely and with her legs spread in front of me I could smell the sweet scent of her excitement.

She let slip a gasp as I pressed the tip of the vibrator against her clitoris and then circled it, and then returned, this time pressing a little bit harder. Ashleigh’s hips bucked forward, and her legs closed and re-opened. I was impressed with the result, Ashleigh looked like she was close to coming and I was only just teasing her. I sat back on my heels taking the vibrator away; Ashleigh opened her eyes and looked at me.

“Please don’t stop” she begged.

“Ohhh, such a sweet pussy, and so smooth too, mummy isn’t stopping anytime soon my love”

I licked my lips slowly and then bent forward, kissing her pubic mound and then again, this time lower, and then again.

“Ohhh, ohhhh, OOOOOHHHHH” Ashleigh cried as my lips ravaged her cunt, lapping from her clit to her ass and back again, so wet, I couldn’t get enough of her goo in my mouth. Her clit barely shrouded in its hood was my next target.

It’s just like a little nub, I thought as I gently teased and flicked it with the tip of my tongue. Ashleigh squirmed and wiggled letting out a soft moan, her thighs closing and opening as my tongue toyed with her. Suddenly she let out a loud moan, as I placed my mouth over her clit and sucked it, while at the same time probing with my tongue.

“OOOHHhhh God, yeessssssssss oooohhhhhhhhhhhhh”.

I took my mouth away from her clit, and kissed her inner thigh, she lifted her head.

“What…please….”

“Shhhhh, there’s no hurry” I said, “Just you lie back and relax.”

I lifted the vibrator back up, turning it on, and gently stroked it over Ashleigh’s inner thigh, moving it inwards in a slow circular motion. As it neared her pussy Ashleigh closed her eyes and tensed, but instead of going straight for it, I skirted around and over, teasing Ashleigh a little bit more. Even this, though, had her writhing and twisting. I had forgotten just how sensitive and frustrating it was being 19.

I allowed the tip of the vibrator to touch Ashleigh’s clit, and the effect was instantaneous, she gasped and moaned out loudly, her body convulsed and shook as her orgasm hit her. I pressed the vibrator against her clit, as her legs closed I held it there for a few minutes, before taking it away and circling it around her pussy, allowing her a moment to recover. After a few minutes, her breathing slowing, she looked at me but before she could say anything, I said.

“You enjoyed that?” Ashleigh kaçak bahis simply nodded her head.

“Ready for the second course?”

I slid the vibrator up to Ashleigh’s pussy, rubbing the tip over her sweet little mound, wet with her juices and then ran the tip up and then down between her lips. She let out a little moan and closed her eyes as the vibrator slid up and down, buzzing away, and then let out a louder gasp. I had pushed the vibrator into her tight cunt, just an inch, but the effect was amazing.

Thus far, Ashleigh’s sexual encounters, where nothing compared to this, this amazing intense feeling that must have been thundering through her teen body. Again, she gasped out loudly as I pushed the vibrator in a little deeper. Ashleigh was beginning to twist and turn, moving her hips, and I had to hold on firmly to one of Ashleigh’s legs as I fucked the vibrator slowly back and forth into her sopping cunt.

She slipped forward seeking more penetration, but I didn’t allow the vibrator to sink in too far to break her hymen, I had other plans for that deed. I slipped a finger inside of her as I withdrew the toy, then a second and curled them up seeking her joy spot. My fingers found it and as I twisted and beckoned against her G Spot Ashleigh cried out loudly.

I could feel Ashleigh building up to her next orgasm and I began to pump my fingers into her cunt a little faster, G Spot then finger fuck, G Spot then finger fuck, I was so messing with her head. She was twisting and shaking so much that she was almost off the bed and was letting out a continuous wail. Her legs clamped around me, and I now had to wrap my free arm tightly around one of them so that I could keep fucking her.

Suddenly a small squirt of juice hit me in the face, and then another, as she was hit by her first multiple orgasm. I continued to excite her G Spot and finger fuck her through her orgasm, only slowing as her eyes glazed. I loved the feeling of being in control, the sense of power, more so when you victim was so sweet and shy.

Ashleigh was completely lost in a storm of ecstasy; wave upon wave of intense pleasure was clearly breaking over her, as her body writhed and twisted. I slowed my pumping down, as her convolutions began to subside, and her cries of pleasure subsided to a gentle whimper.

Finally, I slipped my fingers out of Ashleigh’s cunt and lifted them to her mouth; Her lips clamped around them as she sucked her own juices from them. Hmmmm the taste, so sweet I thought. I looked down at her, collapsed on the bed, her legs open, with juices flowing from her sweet cunt, all red and swollen.

Reaching up my daughter kissed me on the lips; she tasted of her own sweet cunt.

“Now I feel warm all over, Mummy and my pussy is tingling, too. Is that normal?”

“That just means that you’re horny and need to come again. Let me show you how to do yourself, OK?” I would love to have done it to her myself, but my tongue was too tired for now, god the energy and stamina of my 19-year-old daughter was amazing.

“OK, Mummy, but hurry, PLEASE!” I told her to spread her legs again, and to put her finger inside her like I had done a while back. Then I showed her how to finger her pussy, and where her clit was, then let her go to town. She picked it up like a pro, and in just a few minutes was gushing again, though not with the same intensity as before.

“See, baby girl? When you’re all alone, you can still make yourself feel good without anyone’s help. But maybe you’d better have a towel nearby when you do.”

She squeezed her naked body against mine and said “Thanks, Mummy, you’re the best!”

“And remember, this is our little secret, right?”

“Our little secret, Mummy!”

I was already planning our next “lesson…”

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I checked on my girlfriend one more time- she was sound asleep. Her shift at the bar wiped her out, she didn’t even get up after our quickie.

She laid there with her ass up, her cheeks red from where I thrusted against her.

My cock straightened, more due to the thought of where I was about to go than the site of her freshly fucked pussy.

I gently closed the door to my apartment and tiptoed down the stairs. My cock stretched my shorts out in front of me. Two girls coming home from the bar walked past me, and before I could cover it they saw my bulge and giggled.

I put my head down and ran across the street. My face was flush and my heard pounded in my chest. Only three hours ago I had only thought of touching a cock, now here I was going back for round two.

This guy, I didn’t even know his name, got me to do things I never thought I would. The nerve, shoving my mouth down to his ass to lick his dirty hole, and holding my head while he used my mouth to catch shot after shot of his load.

Now here I was, with his cum still warm in my belly and the stench of his ass crack spread across my face, heading back.

I pushed my cock down, trying not to make it so obvious, by my gym shorts didn’t stand a chance. It stuck out for all to see.

I told myself I was only going back because he had pictures. Those pictures could wreck everything. He threatened to show my girlfriend. He was blackmailing me, I didn’t want to do this, I wasn’t a cum craver.

I tried to convince myself, but my erection gave it away. I wanted to do this again. He didn’t need to blackmail me, but that made it even dirtier.

I reached his door and pushed it open, just as I did only hours ago. I had gone in curious, and had come out a different person. What was in store for me this time?

I crept in and whispered “hello?”

“You’re awfully shy for someone who stuck his tongue up my ass hole,” he laughed.

I cringed a bit. Hearing myself described like that would take some getting used to. This guy had used my face, humiliated me, and now he gloated.

But he had pictures, I had to comply. Again, I tried to convince myself that’s why I was doing this. It couldn’t be that I wanted to, right?

I walked halfway across the room and he stopped me. “Hold it. Take your clothes off.”

I paused, still looking at the floor to avoid eye contact.

“Now.”

“Why?” It was an honest question, I thought I would be blowing him again and leaving.

“Because I told you to. Unless you want me to show your girlfriend why your tongue tasted funny last night.”

Again I felt a sting, but he was right. I lapped up his ass hold and wanted more, I couldn’t take that back.

“OK.” I said as I pulled of my shirt. I looked down, my cock straightened even more and felt like it was going to rip through its skin.

I pulled down my shorts. The waistband pulled down my head before releasing it to spring back up.

“Turn around.”

I did so without protest.

“Hands against the wall, and push out that ass.”

I reached for the wall, and arched my back. He didn’t say anything as he stared at my ass and stroked his cock. This was more humiliating than having my face held in his ass cheeks. I had nowhere to hide, no privacy, just my ass sticking out for a stranger to gawk at.

“Pull apart your cheeks.”

“I…don’t want… why? What does this have to do with giving you head?”

“Shut up and do it.”

I reached back and pulled my ass open. I could actually feel a draft, my ass had never been this exposed. My sphincter tightened, then relaxed a bit. What was this guy doing? He was just staring at me, pulling on his dick. Maybe I would get off easy and he would just jerk off and send me on my way.

“Wait, didn’t I tell you to bring a pair of your girlfriend’s panties?”

“Yes, they are in my pocket.”

“Give them to me.”

I handed them to him, and he spread out the crotch. He brought them to his face and took a deep breath. “mmmm, nice. She wear these at work?”

This guy was sniffing my girlfriend’s pussy. I’m not the violent type, but I get jealous when guys check her out, now he was comment on her cunt’s scent. My head bowed slightly in shame. “Yes.”

“I can tell, she must sweat, it’s nice and ripe.” He took another deep breath, then handed them to me. “Put them on.”

I didn’t bother to argue, he would just bring up the pictures. I pulled them on, and the thong split my ass cheeks. It felt weird, like I had a wedgie. The front failed to hold back my cock and sock, which stuck out from all sides.

“Skimpy little underwear, huh? She a dirty girl? She looks like she could be, I bet she is a great fuck.”

Again, the comment stung a bit. I guy was talking about fucking my girlfriend while I stood in front of him wearing canlı bahis şirketleri panties. How had this happened?

He was right though. My girlfriend was a bit wild, and had a sexual history that made me jealous. I know she sucked off a few guys in her neighborhood in high school. They would have her over after school, and at least two but up to six guys would be down there and she would blow them all. And she had had threesomes, including girl only. She also liked anal, which I wasn’t big into. To be honest, it kind of bothered me that she liked it. It didn’t like the idea of my girlfriend being dirty. How weird is that? I had a girl willing to do anything, and I wanted her to be boring.

She was just more sexually adventurous than me. Until about three hours ago, that is. Now, that doesn’t mean I was bad in bad. In fact I know she had told all her friends how good I was. My cock was a good size, and I liked to pound. Maybe I was a bit vanilla, but I could throw some dick.

“You just fucked her, right?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He leaned forward on his couch and grabbed my cock.

“Wait!” I yelled as I jumped back.

“What is your problem?” he demanded.

“I’ve never had a guy touch my cock before, I didn’t think you wanted…”

“I couldn’t care less about your cock. I want to taste her pussy. Now get back here, unless..”

“Yeah I get it, the pictures.” I said as I moved closer.

“You’re catching on.”

He pulled out my cock and wrapped his lips around it. I could hear him moan as he lowered his face down my shaft.

“Oh god,” I whispered. I was already so horny I almost came as soon as he took my dick in his mouth.

He slid his lips back along my shaft and over my head. He released my cock and sat back.

“Mmm, she’s tasty. We’ll have to share her some time.” He spread his legs and grabbed his hard cock. “That’s the last time we’ll be using your dick today, get on your knees and suck me.”

I hesitated a moment, though I mouth watered as I stared at his crotch. I also thought about what he had said, and I was fine with it. I wasn’t here to get off, I didn’t want to be touched. I wanted to take care of him.

“Don’t test me. Do your job.”

I dropped to me knees, grabbed his shaft and opened wide. His thick cock filled my mouth for the second time that night.

I lost myself in what I was doing again. I resisted at first, but I knew what was going to happen, and mostly wanted it. He flipped over, spread his ass and scolded me, “What are you waiting for. Lick that ass hole you slut.”

I blamed the pictures again- I had no choice right? The first time I did this it was dark, and he was on his back. I never saw his hole. Now he was on his knees, face down, with his ass cheeks pulled far apart.

As clear as my own hand in front of me, there it was. It was a tight hole, darker than the skin around it. He flexed it a few times, seeing it move made it even more real. This was a man’s ass hole in front of me, and I was going to lick it. Again.

I lowered my head and stuck out my tongue. I flicked it a few times as he squirmed.

“Oh my god that’s good. Get your face in there you pig.”

I lowered my face, with his cheeks pulled apart there was nothing to hold me back. I cupped his hole with my lips, and danced around it with my tongue.

I grabbed his dick and stroked. Oh my god, I’m giving a rusty trombone! I am such a fucking whore! I smiled a bit, but that pulled my lip away from his hole for moment.

“Put your lips back!’ he demanded.

“mmmh,” I agreed, but it came out muffled.

I stuck my tongue in and out, up and down and all over his hole. I lapped at it and poked it, every move drawing a moan.

After a while he pulled away and turned around.

“You really are a slut. A talented slut.”

I again avoided eye contact as he looked me over. His cock bobbed as he stood next to me.

“Did you bring that lube like I told you to?”

“Yes, it’s in my shorts.”

I covered my cock as I walked away, as if that modesty meant anything now.

“Oooh, nice. I like this stuff. Put it on the couch, he said.”

He positioned himself on the edge of the cushion and told me to kneel in front of him.

I did, but he stayed sitting up. The angle made it hard to suck his cock, it was easier when he laid back. He must not want head now, I thought. “Is the lube to jerk you off?” I asked. I wasn’t being innocent, I actually thought that. I liked to use lube myself, and I assumed that is what he wanted. I had no idea he might want something else. I guess I’m naïve.

“Ha, you’re funny. You actually think I brought you over here for a hand job?”

Before I could say anything he pushed my head down. He leaned back slightly, and kept pushing me until his head was in my throat.

I canlı kaçak iddaa licked his tip, but I couldn’t move my mouth. He leaned forward, and my head was stuck between his crotch and his stomach. What is he doing?

I heard the cap of the lube bottle click, then he put it back on the couch. He leaned even further forward, his torso pushing my head further onto his cock as he reached.

If my head wasn’t stuck it would have leapt off his cock so I could find my clothes and run across the street. His finger, covered in the frigid lube, was suddenly pressed against my ass hole.

“Mmmphh,” I protested, but his dick smothered my words.

He rubbed his finger up and down, and pulled my ass cheek over with his opposite hand.

I squirmed and wiggled, but just like when he made me lick his ass and take the surprise load in my mouth, my head was stuck and there was nothing I could do.

“Ohh yeah, look at that as wiggle. No one has ever played with your ass before? Not even that freak girlfriend of yours?”

I shook my head no and again tried to pull back, but it was useless.

His finger stocked rubbing and pressed against my hole. Oh nooo, I thought. I could feel the pressure building, then the tip of his finger pushed in up to his first knuckle.

It didn’t hurt, it just felt weird. I had never wanted ass play. My girlfriend had tried once and I jumped off the couch.

He pulled it out and smacked my ass. “I don’t want to spoil the surprise.”

I was confused what he meant, but in one quick motion he leaned back, spun around me, and shoved me forward onto the couch.

I caught my breath, and turned back to him as put his hand on the back of my shoulders to hold me down.

“What are you doing?” I begged.

“What do you think?” He took a hand away and I again heard the lube bottle click open. At this point the naivety was gone. I knew he was spreading lube over that throbbing cock.

“I’m not into this, let me just suck you off, OK?”

“Again? I’ve already come in your mouth, slut. What else can you do?”

“Nothing man, come on, this isn’t fair.”

“Fine, when your girlfriend moves out after telling all of your friends that she saw a picture of you with your tongue up my ass hole, maybe I’ll help you move. Maybe I’ll invite her here and fuck her, then send you pictures to jerk off to.”

“Fuck you!”

“No, fuck you,” he said as his body fell on mine.

My faced pressed into the couch as his chest pinned me down. His hand slide down to my ass and his finger again probed my hold.

“Trust me, you’re going to want to relax,” he whispered. Then he lowered his voice even more, “this is hot, if you’re really not into it, let me know, otherwise I’ll keep going.”

I stayed silent. Maybe I was in too much shock to speak, maybe I was curious. I honestly don’t know. I just kept quiet, and let him take charge. I had realized that about myself- I like to be used.

He pulled his finger out, and my hole closed in relief. Then, my eyes widened in terror. I felt pressure on my virgin ass hole as he pushed his cock head against it.

The pressure grew, and I grabbed the cushions, “Uhhhhh,” was the only sound I could make as the pressure became intense.

He lifted his chest off of me and held himself up with his arms. He pushed his pelvis into me again, and I squirmed forward.

“Get back here,” he said as he grabbed my shoulders. With one more thrust he opened my hole.

The pressure was replaced with shear pain. I yelped and squirmed but he held me down. My hole burned, torn open by his thick cock.

It was much worse than I thought. I remember the first time I did it with my girlfriend it went in pretty easy and I fucked her good. How did she do that? She must have had more experience than I thought.

What a strange thought to have now. Who was I to think of her as a slut while this guy had his dick in my ass? Maybe I was just jealous of her, I should have experimented long ago. Things would change now, I was going to treat her like this guy treated me.

He pushed forward a little and the pain grew even more.

“There we go, the outside sphincter is the easy one, the inside one is sensitive.”

He thrust one more time and ripped through my inner ring. My eyes watered in pain and I clawed at the cushions.

“Smooth sailing now,” he laughed.

He pushed in further, but the pain didn’t get worse. It eased a little, though I still barely handled it. He was right, it got easier. Once the head was in, the hole wasn’t opened any wider. His length wasn’t an issue. He went deep, and pushed deeper.

I could feel his pelvis against my ass, then his sack against mine. As he pushed the last inch, I felt a different pain deep inside me. This guy was all the way in.

He leaned down and canlı kaçak bahis whispered, “Tell me where my cock is.”

“In.. It’s…uhhhh… it’s in my ass,” I managed.

“That’s right. Your ass is mine now.” He kept his cock all the way in and moaned. “You’ll get better, and be able to take it like that sexy little girlfriend of yours.”

I winced as he pulled back, then thrust forward again. Now I was getting fucked. This guy, who I had just met a few hours ago- and still didn’t know his name- was completely using me. He came in my mouth, made me lick his sack and stick my tongue in my ass, and now he was fucking me. A man was fucking my like a little bitch.

And I mean really fucking me.

He thrust back and forth. The pain was now more of a burning, I guess my sphincter had given up fighting back and relaxed. It was still weird, but OK.

I could hear slapping as he picked up the pace. His hips slammed into my house as his cock destroyed my taboo hole. I was now a man who took it in the ass, whether I did it again or not there was no going back to being a virgin. And I started to like it.

He picked up the pace even more, he was fucking me like I would fuck my girlfriend’s pussy. I had relaxed to the point where this guy could do whatever he wanted. I was broken in.

He grunted and fucked even faster, I whimpered and moaned in both pleasure and pain.

I could tell he was going to cum. I didn’t bother to protest, he was going to do what he wanted anyway.

I cried out as he gave a last hard thrust and let go. I could feel the warm load filling my butt. It felt so strange, but awesome. My sphincter screamed again and again as he as already thick cock pulsed even wider.

He poured load after load as deep into me as it would go, then collapsed onto me.

I could feel his dick twitch inside me, then start to soften. I welcomed the relief as my ass hole went back to normal. But it felt strange when he pulled out. I felt- empty. Despite the pain and violation, it’s seemed like my ass was disappointed not to have a cock in it.

A stream of cum followed his cock, and dripped onto my sack. I lay there as he disappeared into the bathroom. I didn’t move for a few moments as my body and mind recovered.

I reached back and wiped my hand across my ass. It came back glistening with a mixture of sweat, lube and cum. I reached down for my sack and wiped off his juice. I put my hand to my mouth, and licked it off.

“Can’t get enough, huh?” he asked as I scooped a load of his cum from my freshly fucked hole.

“Well you have pictures, I have no choice, right,” I laughed.

“That’s right. Now clean me off.”

He held out his soft dick, which he had not yet wiped.

My stomach tightened for a bit. It was one thing to lick his ass, but that cock was just deep inside mine. And I mean deep. Wasn’t it dirty down there? I had heard that porn stars clean themselves out, and don’t eat certain foods, before taking it in the ass. I made no such preparations as this night came as a complete shock.

I hope there isn’t any..

He broke my train of thought by shoving his cock against my mouth. He pushed hard and it squeezed between my lips.

What the hell, I thought. Am I going to pretend to have some dignity now? I leaned forward, and licked him spotless. Clean or not, this guys did belonged in my mouth whenever he wanted.

I climbed the stairs to my apartment as dawn started to break through the windows. The climb was slow, my legs were wobbly and my ass hole felt like someone held a lighter up to it.

I gently opened the door and bee lined for the bathroom. He didn’t let me use his to wash up, he liked the idea of me walking across the street squeezing my loosened ass hole so cum didn’t leak out.

He watched when I crossed. I saw an older person heading off to work and managed a smile as I struggled to keep my hole closed.

He knows, I thought. I was walked like I had a wedgie, and I was visibly hard again. The old man just smiled back.

I turned back to my neighbor’s window and laughed, then waddled up the stairs.

“Honey?” my girlfriend called out.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” I said as gave one last wipe and flicked off the lights.

I didn’t wash my mouth or face, as he instructed, before climbing into bed.

I gave her a long kiss, and she gave me the same look as last time, trying to figure out what those new tastes and scents were.

“Oh my god, you’re so hard!” She gasped as she reached into my shorts.

“Thinking of you, dear,” I answered.

“Don’t think of me, fuck me,” she demanded.

I happily complied, tearing off my shorts and sticking my throbbing cock into her already wet pussy.

I flipped her over into the doggie position. She liked to hold her ass high in the air when getting fucked from behind. I had a nice view of her ass hole. It stared up at me, winking.

I thought of my neighbor as I pounded her. My ass cheeks flexed with each thrust as the last drops of his cum dripped from my sore hole.

What a night.

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Alexandra rang the bell next to the door numbered 415 and waited. She had checked out her reflection in the mirrored wall of the elevator and relaxed: she looked good.

Her hair was back up, held loosely with a hair claw, and her makeup looked perfect after a quick touch-up at Katy’s place. Her sweater and jeans clung tightly to her body underneath the coat, and she’d lose the outer layer soon enough. She hoped Kira would like the look as well.

The door opened, and before her stood Kira, tall and smiling, her blonde hair down over her shoulders.

She kissed Alexandra lightly on the lips and moved aside.

Alexandra removed her coat and hung it, dropped her bag on the floor, then turned to Kira again. She kissed her more deeply this time, rising onto her tiptoes to do so. Kira grasped her hand, lifted it skywards, and twirled her in a rapid circle.

“Well, well, do come in,” she said. Alexandra moved deeper into the apartment, taking in the cooking smells emanating from the kitchen.

“Early dinner?”

“I was getting hungry, so when you asked if you could come over sooner, I thought I might get started early. It’s just going to be a chicken stir-fry. I assume that’s ok?”

“It smells delicious.” She wasn’t lying: the aroma of the vegetables, meat, and oil made her stomach rumble.

“It’ll be ready in about ten minutes. Care for a glass of wine, seeing as I can tell you’ve already had some, hm?”

Alexandra blushed. Before she left Katy’s place half an hour earlier, they’d sat on the couch and made out while finishing the glasses of red wine they’d left half-drunk earlier.

“Yes, please.”

“Red, I think?”

“Mmmhm.” So, does she know? I mean, I might have tasted a bit like wine, but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything. I know she said it was fine, but saying it and it holding up later are different.

Alexandra tried to control her thoughts.

“Don’t worry,” she heard Kira say from the kitchen. “I like girls who drink wine.” Was she hinting? Does she know I hooked up with Katy? Or is she just teasing me, like usual?

Alexandra took a deep breath.

Kira returned with two glasses, each filled with a dark red liquid. “This is a red blend, since I couldn’t quite tell that one off that quick kiss.”

Alexandra leaned in. “How about another? Maybe you’ll be able to tell if I give you another chance?”

Kira slid her arm behind Alexandra’s waist and pulled her in, kissing her more deeply than before. Alexandra loved the feeling of Kira’s full lips every time they met her own, and she nibbled lightly on the bottom one as the two women stood in the entrance to the kitchen.

“Hmmm,” said Kira. “Cabernet? Maybe Malbec?”

Alexandra laughed. “Right the first time.” What is it with these women and their red wine? she thought.

Kira went back into the kitchen, and Alexandra followed. She saw the tall woman peering at the label, then turning triumphantly towards her, a grin on her face.

“Well, this one’s mostly Cabernet, so looks like we have a match!”

Alexandra had noticed already that Kira often embedded double meanings into her speech. Or perhaps it’s my own mind that does that, she concluded. I just can’t help reading into things she says.

“Indeed we do,” Alexandra replied. “Thank you for the wine.”

“And thank you for coming over,” said Kira. “Make yourself at home while I finish this off.”

Alexandra made no move to leave, but leaned on the doorway to the small kitchen as she watched Kira conclude the cooking. She knew already that she loved watching Kira move, the effortless way she made even the most mundane chore into a worthwhile spectator sport. There was an undeniable athletic grace about her.

On the living room wall just across from Alexandra, there was a small line drawing on the wall, held in place with what looked like a single piece of tape. She moved closer to look at it. It was a light pencil sketch of an airplane from the left side, the word UNITED down the plane’s side. Though Alexandra knew little about airplanes, it looked true to life.

She returned to the kitchen, where Kira was adding a final batch of seasoning and turning the vegetables over for a final time.

“That drawing is new, isn’t it?”

Kira looked up. “Yes, you like it?”

“I think so. Where’d you get it?”

“I couldn’t sleep last night, so I did that instead.”

“You drew that?”

“Yes, why?” Kira did not sound offended, just curious.

“I just didn’t know you could draw.”

“Well, now you know?” She turned off the gas and portioned the steaming food onto two plates. “This’ll need a minute to cool. Fork or chopsticks?”

“Either one’s good. Why an airplane?”

Kira reached into a drawer, grabbing two sets of chopsticks without needing to search.

“I think I told you my brother’s a pilot for United. He flies 737s. That’s a 737, a 737-800 to be more specific. I was texting him last night just before he was heading to güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri the airport to fly a red eye in one of those, so it just sorta stuck in my mind.”

“I remember you telling me he was a pilot. Does he have to fly red eyes a lot?”

“Yes, but ‘have to’ isn’t quite right. He actually likes them. They’re fairly long flights for the 737, so it actually makes things easier and lower-stress, fewer takeoffs and landings, less waiting around, gets your hours in faster. It’s usually just a redeye and one more short flight, and he’s done for the day.”

“Still, those hours must be rough.”

Kira shrugged. “He’s not married, no kids or anything, and he lives alone, so he sleeps whenever he wants to. It works for him. And he likes what he does, so it’s hard to feel bad for him.”

“Older?”

“Yeah, he’s six years older than me.” She laughed. “Sometimes I think I may have been an accident.”

“Does he get to see a lot of cool places?”

“Not that many. The 737 isn’t a long-range plane, so he doesn’t get Europe or anything like that. Sometimes he gets lucky and gets a turn to Hawaii from the West Coast. Sometimes Caribbean, too, but that’s rarer.”

“I think if Hawaii and the Caribbean don’t count as cool places, I need some recalibration.”

Kira laughed. “I think you’re fine where you are. Eat?”

“Yes, please.”

They sat at the table and ate, mostly in silence. The food tasted as good as it smelled, with crunchy vegetables, tender chicken, and a tangy, slightly spicy sauce. So she can draw, she can cook, she’s athletic, she’s hot. Check, check, check, check.

“You know,” Alexandra said. “One of the things people forget in college is that it’s ok to use parts of a kitchen that aren’t the microwave. I know I do sometimes.”

Kira nodded. “I did too. I don’t know what it is. It’s just like there’s some unspoken social prohibition on drinking anything that’s not for sale by the gallon or eating anything that hasn’t been frozen.”

“Better in grad school?”

“Better once you remember that you’re an adult and can do things for yourself. I think our convenience culture somewhat stunts people’s development.”

“You mean beyond microwave burritos?”

“Yes, but food is a lot of it. Our whole relationship with food has changed in the last few decades. It used to be that people would eat leisurely meals and talk. Now they guzzle grease bombs in their cars. True story, the first car with cup holders wasn’t until 1983. Can you imagine a car now without like six cup holders?”

“No,” said Alexandra. “Wait, is that true? That can’t be true.”

“Truth by Google,” said Kira. “The first car with cupholders was in nineteen eighty-three, for the model year ’84 Plymouth Voyager. And now there’s a car coming out with nineteen cupholders. Nineteen!”

Alexandra giggled, trying not to spit out stir-fry onto the table. “And who know you were an expert on interior design in cars?”

Kira smiled. “I may or may not have been thinking about this an hour or two ago and gone straight down the Wikipedia rabbit hole.”

“I do that too. It’s like, where did the last two hours go? But seriously, this is fantastic. Thank you.”

They finished eating at the same time. Kira moved to clear the plates.

“Another glass?” Kira had finished her own wine. Alexandra held out her glass, mostly empty as well, and Kira took it, returning with no plates and two full wine glasses. They moved to the living room.

“So, I think we left a little unfinished business from our conversation earlier,” said Kira.

Alexandra immediately felt her stomach turn into a knot. “I think so.”

“Have a seat?”

They sat next to each other on the couch and Alexandra felt herself leaning into Kira, tucking her legs underneath herself as she turned towards the smiling woman.

“I hope this won’t be weird or too soon or something,” Kira began. “I think we’ve hit it off rather well. Incredibly well, actually.”

Alexandra nodded and took a sip of her wine. Kira did the same.

“It hasn’t been long since we met, but there’s clearly a lot of mutual interest here. I see you didn’t bat an eye when I asked if you wanted to bring over some more clothes, so I think this may be pretty simple.”

Alexandra felt a warm and fuzzy feeling inside, which she hoped was not just the wine, then a pinch of worry. When do I bring up the subject of what I was doing two hours ago? What’s she going to say?

Kira kept going. “I know we’re different in a lot of ways, and we’ll probably find many more, but I think we’re probably at a point where we both are pretty sure we want to move forward with this?”

“Yes,” said Alexandra.

“OK,” said Kira, “Well then. I’m not a huge fan of labels most of the time, but I know a lot of this is really new to you, and I’d like to attach one to you.”

“Yes?” said Alexandra. Oh my god, ohmygod, say it! Say the word!

“How does ‘girlfriend’ sound to güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri you, Alexandra?”

Yes! “It sounds like exactly what I want.” I actually feel like jumping for joy, like hopping up and bouncing across the room going “Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

“Seal it with a kiss?”

They leaned in at the same time, then rested their faces an inch apart, nose to nose. God, those amazing eyes, thought Alexandra, closing hers immediately after the thought.

The kiss was soft but still passionate, Kira’s hand resting on the side of Alexandra’s face. The thoughts again raced through Alexandra’s head. I have a girlfriend. Like, an actual woman, with whom I am in an official romantic relationship, and I wasn’t lying when I said this is exactly what I want. Yes. Hell fucking yes.

Kira took another sip of wine and leaned back. Alexandra went with her, nestling herself into the taller woman’s lap, her arms draped around Kira’s neck.

“This feels amazing,” she said.

Kira kissed her on the cheek. “It does. I suppose we should maybe talk a little more about how we expect to do this?”

“Mhm.”

“I think the easiest way to think about it is we take things as they come, as lovers and partners. Assuming this works as well as I hope and think it will, we’ll probably have some big decisions to make about how things work when you graduate.”

Alexandra nodded. “I was actually thinking about that a bit earlier. I think like 90%, maybe more, I want to stay here in Chicago. So let’s not plan on the thought that I’m going to vanish in six months.”

“I figured that was probably the plan, but I didn’t want to assume.”

“I’d like to think I would have told you before now if that was the situation.”

“Perhaps, but I try to never assume anything.” Alexandra shifted her weight slightly, feeling the warmth of Kira’s body. The taller woman continued. “OK, a few things should probably be kind of obvious from how things have gone so far, but I want to make sure you’re ok with everything.”

“Shoot,” said Alexandra.

“I know this seems a little quick, but I’d expect us to spend most nights together. At least, that’s what I’d prefer.”

“I think I’d prefer that as well.” Alexandra smiled. “Especially if you make dinner.”

Kira laughed. “I’ll make sure you have my class schedule and work schedule, but I think most days we can just commute together. I know that doesn’t make a ton of actual sense given that your place is right by campus, but is that cool?”

“Yes. Your place is a lot nicer, so it definitely makes sense. We can crash at my place if we need to?”

“Oh, yes, definitely,” agreed Kira.

“But because that seems to be how we’re trending, I’m totally fine with you being here when I’m not home. There’s a spare key taped to the top of Paul and Darnell’s doorframe, 401. Don’t try to use the one taped to the top of my doorframe, unless you’re trying to get into their place.”

“Clever.”

“But, to be clear, I’m fine with you being here when I’m not, so don’t be shy about it. If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have been comfortable taking this step. Trust is important.”

“Yes,” said Alexandra.

“Otherwise…yeah, I guess we just take things as they come? I think you already know more about me than anyone has ever really learned this fast. It’s silly and stupid, but I feel like I’ve known you forever, Alexandra.”

“I know what you mean.”

Alexandra curled her body, swinging her legs across Kira’s lap and snuggling into Kira’s warmth. They kissed, Alexandra running her hand along Kira’s forehead to sweep away a stray hair.

“I guess there are a few more things we need to talk about.”

“Talk away.”

Kira hesitated. “These are all a little more sensitive, and I’m willing to listen to what you have to say on them. OK?”

“OK,” Alexandra said. Where’s she going with this?

“OK, so now that we’re official and stuff, I guess we need to hash out things like the fact that I’m out and you’re not, yes?”

“I’m listening. I mean, this is all new to me.” I think I’m already starting to forget that I actually have no idea about a lot of LGBT things, Alexandra thought. Like, I know what being ‘out’ is, but I’m so, so glad I have someone to guide me through this.

“It’s pretty foreign to me, too, actually, at least as to recent things. It’s been a while since I dated someone who wasn’t out. I think where I come down on this is pretty simple. First, I will never out you. I hope that goes without saying, but that decision is yours alone and I’ll support you one hundred percent with whatever you do. My only worry about it is things being awkward if we’re in public and someone puts one of us on the spot about our relationship.”

Alexandra took in a deep breath. “If that happens, I’m not going to deny that we’re together, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“That’s what I’m asking.”

“Then you have an answer, I think?”

“Yes,” said Kira.

“Actually, güvenilir bahis şirketleri Kira, I’m not really worried about, like, somehow hiding our relationship. When we meet new people and stuff, I’d prefer to be introduced as your girlfriend.” Wow, I can’t believe I’m saying any of these words, but I guess I am.

“Well, that solves that!” She kissed Alexandra lightly on the forehead. “You sure you’re ready for that?”

“Yes. Like, it was so, so awkward yesterday when we ran into Lucía. She obviously knew we were more than friends, but I could tell you were in overdrive trying to not say too much.”

Kira nodded slowly. “I try, but you can’t really hide the connection between two people.”

“I’m learning that.”

“OK, next one is probably easy, but I want to make sure we discuss everything and we get everything rolling right.”

“Yes?”

“Sex. I’ve been pretty open about my sexuality and how that works with us, I think.”

“Yes.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything to change there. To be really clear about what I mean, I mean that I do have quite a high sex drive and I prefer a certain kind of sex.”

Alexandra covered her mouth, feigning modesty. “You don’t say!”

“As long as you’re fine with this, it’s all good. But I’m serious. Don’t expect me to suddenly become some soft, sweet, tender lover, at least most of the time. That’s just not who I am.”

“I understand.”

“I don’t want you to think it necessarily extends beyond the bedroom, and given everything so far I really don’t think this will be a problem, but I do expect to continue taking the lead in bed,” Kira said.

The tight feeling in Alexandra’s core was returning, as was the warmth between her legs. “Yes.”

“Good. We can discuss anything I want to do that might bother you, limits, anything like that, as we go forward, but as a general rule, everything I’ve said is all good?”

“Kira, seriously, you’re not telling me anything I didn’t already know.”

Kira grinned. “I do suppose we already crossed that bridge, didn’t we?”

“We sure did.” I think the phrase was “I want to be your slut,” if I’m remembering right, Alexandra thought. I actually said that to her. While I was sucking her cunt in a back room of a bookstore, nonetheless.

“Last item. This one I really want to hear your views on, everything you think.”

“I’ll try my best.”

Kira’s face tightened slightly, then her body.

“I actually don’t really know how to go about this one.”

Alexandra stroked the top of her head, leaning her own head right alongside. “Try?”

“I’ll try. I really like you. I want us to have a stable, easy, long-lasting relationship. I wouldn’t be dating you otherwise. But it’s a real challenge to date someone who is just getting used to dating women. I’ve been there, of course, a while ago, and I remember what it was like and how hard it was. Like, I was all mixed up inside all the time and I wanted…alright, so here it goes: I wanted to have sex with every fucking woman I could get my greedy little hands on. And I do worry that if I tie you down, you’re – A – never going to have that experience, and – B – regret that you never did.”

Alexandra had no idea what to say, so she simply nodded. I think she’s thought this through better than I have.

“So that’s the background on our conversation yesterday about Katy.”

Alexandra nodded again.

“I see you took it to heart.”

“Hm?”

“You did sleep with Katy, didn’t you?”

Her tone was not unfriendly, but the question still caught Alexandra off guard. Alexandra’s mouth opened, then closed, then repeated the process.

“I…I…y-y-”

Kira placed her index finger vertically over Alexandra’s lips. “Don’t apologize. Seriously, don’t. I don’t want you to be sorry, and I don’t think you are.”

She broke into a huge grin, and squeezed Alexandra tightly around her midsection. “If I were you, that’s exactly what I would have done.”

Wait, really? She’s not mad? “I…I guess…” Alexandra could not get the words out, as much as she was trying. Kira pinched her fingers delicately onto the exposed part of Alexandra’s chest, where the sweater’s v-neck gave way to bare skin.

“I mean, I assumed you wanted me to know.” She held up a single blue hair to Alexandra’s face, which immediately turned crimson.

“So you knew this whole time?”

“Honey, I knew as soon as you walked in the door.”

“Hm?”

“You tasted like a nice red wine, not something you’d have at brunch, so I knew you’d gone back to her place. But you didn’t take a shower afterward, did you?”

Alexandra felt like turning into a tiny ball and burrowing herself into the ground. “No.”

“I didn’t think so. I can smell her on you.” She paused. “She smells good, by the way.”

“Kira, I -”

“I’m not done. That makes this easier in many ways, as I’d been thinking about offering you this anyway.”

“Offering me what?”

“A little bit of freedom, shall we say.”

Too good to be true. No way, Alexandra thought.

“So, let me back up. I don’t want to get into exes much. It’s too early for that. But one thing I’ve wanted, really craved, for a while, is a girlfriend who’s as sexual as I am. Alexandra, I think you’re that woman.”

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