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Tracy sat and starred at the glop of pumpkin innards on the newspapers. Ben and Tim were both outside now with their father, trying to get a candle to light in the jack-o-lantern and she was stuck with cleanup duty again. Sometimes it felt like she had three kids instead of two. She didn’t really mind all that much, but Tom was taking the boys with him to Jersey for the weekend and she couldn’t go. She had to agree with Tom’s logic, Bergen County was a much safer neighborhood than the crowded apartment complex they were living in while he finished law school. She just hated the fact that she had to work and was missing so much of the kids’ growing up. It also rankled that he always took the boys to his parents instead of letting them spend some time with her Mom.

She had a decent job in a small shipping firm based in Manhattan, but she didn’t want to be a working mother. She had greeted her husband’s decision to go back to school at age thirty with some trepidation and there had been several quarrels since then. Tom was good looking and she couldn’t help but suspect that his return to school was actually an excuse to surround himself with nubile co-eds. At thirty-two she was still very attractive, but she could see where time and gravity were catching up to her. She really needed to be told she was still beautiful, but lately compliments from her husband were as rare as kids who didn’t already have a costume picked out. The thing that really upset her was his new sports car and the late nights he spent with his “discussion group”.

As she tossed the messy newspapers into the garbage she glanced out the window. Tom and the boys had the jack-o-lantern lit and seemed to be having fun, but somehow she was removed from it. She felt like she was no longer part of the family. Knowing they would be leaving for his folk’s house for the weekend while she had to stay and go to work made her feel so sad she could cry.

Tom hadn’t helped matters, she mused as she opened the door and joined them on the balcony. He hadn’t touched her intimately in over a month and she was as randy as bitch in heat. On evenings when he wasn’t up studying case law until three in the morning or out to all hours with his group, he was in bed by eight. She had fought the demands her body was making, but it was getting out of hand. With sole charge of the kids, as well as a fifty plus hour workweek, she hadn’t even had time for her vibe and a good book. Tom hugged her as she came out, said goodnight to the boys and left her with the job of getting them to bed. By the time she made it to their small bedroom he was sound asleep.

—-

“You all right Trace?”

“Hmm? Yes, fine,” Tracy replied as she looked over her shoulder. Carla, her boss was looking at her with concern on her face.

“You sure? You look like someone just kicked your dog,” the tall brunette said as she entered Tracy’s cube.

“Yes, it’s just…Oh, I don’t know,” Tracy said as the tears she had been fighting all morning burst out.

“Shhh, there, there baby, tell momma all about it,” Carla cooed as she massaged Tracy’s shoulders. Carla was the best boss she had ever worked for. She was kind, understanding, ready with a joke whenever things got too hectic and in Tracy’s estimation she personified what a manager should be. She was also drop dead gorgeous and several years Tracy’s junior. Despite the disparity in years, there was something extremely comforting in her touch and demeanor. Tracy gave in to it completely and the words poured out in a torrent. When she finally ran out of words, anger, dark suspicions and hurt feelings Carla cocked her head to one side and stared thoughtfully at her.

“Well, that’s just like a man. Midlife crisis gets them all in the end. Tell ya what, I have tickets to the big masked ball over at the Plaza. I can’t really help with the kids and all, but there’s no need for you to have to be home alone tonight,”

“Oh Carla, thanks, but I don’t want to impose,” she said, but she could hear the pitiful tone in her voice.

“No imposition, besides I needed a date anyway,” Carla said with a wink.

“But I don’t have a costume,”

“I’ll take care of that. Just get the Drusman shipment out then take the rest of the day off, paid. Go home, have a nice soak in the bathtub. You still living over at Oakgrove?”

“Yes, apartment 216,”

“Great, I’ll be over about six with the costumes, we can change at your place and make it to the party in plenty of time,”

“Thanks Carla, I really didn’t want to spend the evening alone,”

“Don’t thank me yet girl, the night hasn’t even started,” Carla said with a grin before leaving the cubicle.

Tracy finished up the paper work and headed home. She took a long shower, shaving her legs and pits carefully and then on a whim she shaved her blonde pubic hair off as well. Tom had tried to convince her to do so on numerous occasions and she felt a little naughty, like she was taking some measure of revenge by doing it while he wasn’t casino siteleri interested in her. Once she had toweled off she worked some moisturizer into all the areas she had shaved. Her hands felt so good on her now bald mound that she was tempted to get off, but she wrapped herself in a terrycloth robe and went to make coffee instead. She started when the doorbell rang, but quickly answered it. Carla was there with several boxes in her arms.

“Drink?” Tracy called as she went back to the kitchen.

“Yeah, something strong, what a day,” the tall woman said as she collapsed on the sofa.

“Irish coffee do for you?”

“Perfect,”

Once seated Tracy took a good look at her boss. It was almost like seeing her for the first time; she was so different when not on the clock. Carla was tall and had an almost lanky frame. Her raven hair was worn shoulder length and framed a pretty face with bewitching green eyes. She looked very tired now. Her face was a little haggard and slightly pale, while her posture spoke of great weariness.

“You sure you’re up for this?” Tracy asked.

“Sure, just let me borrow your bedroom, I’ll be fine after a quick shower and another cup of this,” she said as she drained her coffee cup. Tracy went to get her a refill as Carla disappeared into the bedroom with some of the boxes. She had to brew more coffee and by the time Tracy made it to the bedroom she could hear the shower running. Tracy carefully poked her head in and once she was sure that Carla was still in the shower she entered and placed the cup of coffee on the dresser. As she looked up Carla walked out of the bathroom with only a towel around her head.

Tracy blushed deeply, lowered her eyes and started to mumble an apology, but Carla seemed not to mind at all. She took the cup from the dresser and took a big gulp before putting it back down and beginning to dry her hair. Tracy felt strange, embarrassed to be sure, but she also felt a nameless excitement. She thought that she should leave, but her curiosity got the better of her and she hesitantly looked up. Undressed Carla looked even more lanky and thin. Tracy could see her pelvic bones easily and many of her ribs. Her shoulders were exceptionally wide and seemed far too much for the small, pert breasts that rode high on her chest. Her legs were long and lean, but also looked like they were very muscular. Her dark pubic triangle covered her entire mound and Tracy blushed when she realized she was staring. If Carla noticed the inspection she didn’t show it.

“Well, how’s that?” Carla inquired as she wrapped the towel around her chest. Her eyes were sparkling and it seemed the shower had done wonders, removing the cares of the day from her like dirt from one of Tracy’s children.

“Great,” Tracy replied automatically.

“Well, as much as I would like to have you around, shoo, I gotta get into my costume,” Carla said. Tracy nodded and left the room in a trance. She returned to the sofa and wondered what had come over her. When Carla came out of the bedroom Tracy looked up and her breath caught in her throat.

Carla wore an Italian silk suit that had obviously been tailored for her. It was double breasted and highlighted her wide shoulders. Two-tone shoes with white spats graced her feet and a bowler sat on her head, tilted to a rakish angle. A half cape was draped over her shoulders and she held a realistic Tommy gun up from her hip.

“Al Capone?”

“Close enough,” Carla said and smiled. She looked absolutely edible and Tracy felt an unwanted stirring in her tummy. She realized her boss looked a lot like her college roommate, Lindsey. Memories of Lindsey and their two-year love affair were definitely not what she needed and Tracy firmly thrust the images from her mind. She stood up and gave Carla a closer inspection. From the gold watch chain hanging from her vest pocket to the cigar hanging from her wide lips the costume was perfect. Not quite perfect, something kept tugging at her consciousness, but refused to let her grasp it.

“So if you’re a gangster, what am I going as?” Tracy asked.

“My moll of course,” Carla said, indicating the boxes still sitting on the sofa.

Tracy opened the first box and gasped, it contained a black silk dress with a plunging neckline and a ruffle of material that started at the rear and wound around the dress to end at the feet. The other boxes contained a black cloche hat, fake pistol, a cream colored chemise and bloomer set with black stockings and black suede lace up boots. Tracy giggled like a schoolgirl and hurried into her room to change.

The undergarments turned out to be real silk and felt very sensuous, especially where the crotch of the bloomers made contact with her strangely sensitive mound. The dress was tight through her hips and bust, but fit rather well otherwise. The ruffle started at the small of her back and ended at the front of her skirt, showing just a hint of what they used to call a well turned ankle. The boots were lace ups slot oyna and took a bit of getting used too, but weren’t bad once she got the hang of them. She tucked the plastic pistol into the valley between her breasts and pulled on the hat. A quick look in the mirror showed a short blonde with heavy breasts and a lush figure. She smiled and felt good about herself for the first time in ages; the outfit seemed to be made to flatter her voluptuous figure.

When she returned to the living room Carla stood up and gave her the once over. As she did so Tracy gave her boss the once over as well. She looked great, but there was still something wrong.

“Almost perfect, all you need is this,” Carla said, producing a long string of fake pearls. She dropped them over Tracy’s head and then stepped back and smiled.

“Perfect,” she said as she offered her arm, “Shall we go?”

“Wait a moment,” Tracy said and hurried to her bedroom. She grabbed an eyebrow pencil and returned to the living room. Carla was watching her with a quizzical expression.

“Hold still,” Tracy said as she carefully drew a pencil thin moustache on Carla’s smooth skin.

“There, perfect,” she said and smiled as she took Carla’s arm and they headed out to the parking lot. An older gentleman from next door gave them a strange look, but seemed to remember it was Halloween and gave them a smile and thumbs up.

—-

The party turned out to be an absolute blast and they stayed until well after midnight. Tracy had the best time, seeing her co-workers in a completely different light. Don Collins, a conservative man from the accounting department came as Bacchus and did his best to get everyone as drunk as he was. Suzy Clarke from receiving showed up as Marie Antoinette and her husband came as Zorro. Jack Segal, a burly foreman from the shipping department came as a hooker and his tiny wife as a pimp, complete with huge hat and fur-lined coat. Scattered among the witches, vampires and monsters were pop stars and even a gorilla. Everyone had fun and she realized that maybe she had been wrong not to get to know her co-workers better. She had it so firmly in her mind that this was temporary and she realized with a slightly guilty feeling that she had been brushing them all off.

Carla didn’t seem to be drinking as much as everyone else, but she was easily the life of the party. Tracy had way too much to drink and found herself in an awkward spot when Bill Perkins, one of the salesmen, maneuvered her in a dark corner and tried to put a move on her. She didn’t really want to cheat on Tom, but his hands felt so good when they closed on her ass. She might have given in when his lips found her throat, but suddenly Carla was there.

“Son of a bitch,” she screamed theatrically. Tracy blushed deep crimson and Bill looked taken aback. All eyes were on them suddenly and the whole ballroom had gone silent.

“Trying to take my woman eh? I see how it is you dirty rat,” Carla said in her best Cagny imitation. When Bill held up his hands and tried to back away Carla went on.

“Tonight, you sleep with the fishes,” she growled and then pointed her gun at him and pulled the trigger. Several sharp retorts echoed in the big room as the caps in the gun went off. People were howling and Bill showed himself to be a good sport by grasping his stomach and sliding to the floor with a melodramatic flourish. Carla put her arm around Tracy’s shoulder and guided her back to their table, shooting menacing looks at all the men and chomping on her cigar.

“Thanks,” Tracy said when everyone’s attention went back to other things and the buzz of conversation filled the room again.

“No problem, no one goes after my girl,” she said as she kicked her feet up onto the table.

“I mean it Carla, I was about to make a big mistake,” Tracy said earnestly.

“The night is still young,” Carla said with an enigmatic smile. Tracy wasn’t sure what that smile or the statement meant.

—-

Tracy was giggling and playing with her pearls as Carla stopped the car outside her apartment. The lights of the dashboard winked out and the engine made those peculiar pinging sounds as it cooled.

“Thanks for going with me Trace, I really enjoyed the evening,” Carla said hesitantly.

“You’re not leaving are you?”

“Well, it is past midnight, and we both have to be at work tomorrow,”

“So? Stay here tonight, it’s a lot shorter drive,” Tracy said. She was still giddy from the drinks, but more than that she couldn’t face going up to the empty apartment. She felt alive and happy now, but she knew that the silence of an empty house would send her into a fit of depression.

“I don’t want to outstay my welcome,” Carla said. There was something odd in her voice, but in her inebriated state Tracy didn’t catch it.

“Don’t be silly, come on,” Tracy said. Carla smiled and followed her up. Once inside Tracy poured them both a drink and flipped on the television. An all night fright-a-thon was on and canlı casino siteleri as they sat watching the gory movie Tracy unconsciously moved closer to Carla. She started when the tall woman’s arm settled around her shoulders, but snuggled closer and returned her attention to the movie. Horror movies always gave her the creeps, but in a fun way.

Carla’s hand was resting on her breast and Tracy at first dismissed the stealthy caresses as her imagination. Other than Bill’s abortive attempt, it had been a long time since anyone had tried to put a move on her, but she felt a tenseness in Carla’s body and knew a split second before it happened what was coming. Even knowing it was coming she moaned softly when Carla’s hand cupped her breast and the girl’s fingers brushed over her nipple. Time seemed to come to a dead stop and Tracy found herself having a debate within herself. It was a surreal moment and she almost felt like she was in one of those cheesy sixties shows where a devil stood on one shoulder and an angel on the other.

“I can’t do this,”

“Why not?”

“I can’t cheat on Tom,”

“Fuck him, he hasn’t shown the least bit of interest in you in months. Is it fair that you have to go wanting because he’s chasing coeds? Carla has treated you like you were gold, what are you going to do, hurt her feelings?”

“But, I’m not gay,”

“I seem to remember your roommate in college and…”

“I was young!”

“So is she,”

“But I’m not anymore,”

“No, but she makes you feel like you are,”

“But,”

“Young, sexy, desirable, and admit it – horny. You know you’re attracted to her. You can tell she is after you. Quit being such a prude and live a little, you’re thirty-two not eighty-two for Christ’s sake,”

“But I don’t know what to do,”

“Leave it to her, just relax and let it come,”

Time seemed to jump back on track and Tracy felt Carla gently squeeze her breast again. She shivered as the cool silk of her chemise was pressed into the soft, warm flesh.

“You Okay?” Carla asked.

“Yes,” Tracy replied.

“Want me to stop?”

“No,” Tracy replied in a small voice. Somewhere in her mind she knew she might regret it, but her devil and libido were currently a lot stronger than her poor angel.

Carla gently squeezed her breast again, causing a delicious ripple of pleasure to pass through her.

“Jesus, you have the most beautiful tits, I’ve been dreaming about them since you first started with us,” Carla said in a throaty whisper.

“Really?” Tracy asked. In spite of herself she found the praise to be uplifting and the small ember of desire in her tummy was fanned into a flame.

“Oh god yes,” Carla said as her finger centered on Tracy’s stiff nipple and pressed it into the yielding flesh surrounding it. Tracy whimpered and the flame grew.

The tall girl’s soft lips moved to Tracy’s neck and traced lightly up to her ear. She moaned softly when Carla’s warm tongue began to worry her ear lobe. The brunette’s fingers still gently rolled her nipple and Tracy felt a shiver pass through her when Carla gently exhaled a warm breath over her ear.

“Why me?” Tracy asked. She smiled when she realized she was fishing for compliments. Had it been that long since Tom told her she was hot? I guess it has, she thought.

“Trace, you’re a fucking goddess. I still can’t believe I am here with my arms around you. Every man at work would kill to be me right now and a lot of the girls would too. You’re just so wholesome and conservative, I never honestly imagined you might be bi,”

“I never imagined you were gay,”

“I know, you’re as thick as a brick sometimes, I’ve been dropping hints for months. When Tom left you alone for the weekend I couldn’t believe it and when you said you would go to the party with me I had to go to the lady’s room and take care of myself. Even then I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. When I saw you in that dress I knew I was going to try it. Now just relax cause I’m gonna rock your world,”

With that declaration she took Tracy into her arms and their lips met. It was hesitant at first. Tracy still unsure, but Carla’s tongue was persistent and before she knew it her lips parted and she was sucking desperately on the brunette’s tongue. With Carla’s strong arms wrapped around her she gave in to the need inside and pushed all doubts from her mind. Carla’s tongue was soft and not as wide as Tom’s, but it seemed more agile and soon she realized she had never been kissed so soundly. When Carla’s tongue retreated her own followed it into the warm cavern of her boss’s mouth. Carla’s mouth was sweet and tasted like the drink she had been sipping.

Tracy was clinging to Carla’s shoulders and barely noticed when the girl’s hands found the zipper to her dress and brought it down. Carla broke the kiss and peeled the dress down to the married woman’s waist, her eyes never leaving the soft mounds of Tracy’s breasts and their delicate silk covering. Her hands were shaking as she reached up and hefted the twin orbs, gently squeezing as she did so. Tracy arched her back, thrusting her tits out and smiling at the rapt expression on Carla’s face. How long since you have seen that? she asked herself.

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“Gosh Gabi, is this such a good idea?” I think. But it’s already too late, my mind is made up and there is nothing left inside of me that can change it or, for that matter, even remotely wants to. I have avoided this close contact for weeks. We’re co-workers, so there is nothing good that can come out of it. ….Well, that’s a lie, there’s PLENTY of good that can come out of it, and knowing that makes it impossible to stop what I’m planning. As soon as that thought entered my mind, there was no getting it out.

Besides, who am I kidding? As many free periods as I can, I make my way down to the gym just to steal brief moments in Clarissa’s Phys. Ed. classes. And, of course, every day at noon, I draw the blind over my classroom door and then close and lock it when Mrs. D’Entrement comes by. I told myself at first that it was just important we not be distracted, but I have gradually become wise to the fact that Clarissa means far more to me than just my directing partner in the school play.

Right now, Clarissa’s back is to me and she is bent over the desk flipping through our script. “I don’t know if I like our re-write from yesterday,” she says. “Truth be told, I really blame your use of words like ‘thus’ and ‘pertinent’. We’ll have to hand out dictionaries at the door.”

Looking back over her shoulder at me and smiling, she sets me alight yet again. “God I’m such a sucker for a killer smile,” I think. Whether it be her face, or that tush that I’m getting such a clear picture of right now, there is only one word that comes to my mind when I see her…..sexy.

Simple concept, right? But I really think that’s an overused word. A lot of people are beautiful or gorgeous, but sexy is a whole other category with me. When I look at someone and think “beautiful”, I hope I get to know them and find out what makes them sexy. When I look at someone and think “sexy”, chances are I’ll be thinking of them next time Trixie, my toy rabbit, shows me a good time. Clarissa has been the star of my fantasies for nearly 2 months now. Her body isn’t everyone’s ideal, but that’s part of the attraction. If she lost 15 or 20 pounds, she’d be well on her way to becoming one of those bone racks I hate with no butt and her ribs sticking out! She is just perfect the way she is. Her butt and breasts are supple and firm and supply her with curves that only seem possible in theoretical physics. Her tight, chestnut brown curls perfectly frame her slim face and high cheekbones. Her arms, legs and back are muscled but feminine from her years of soccer, and her skin is flawless to the eye.

But is it flawless to the touch? Tearing my eyes away from her ass for once in my life, I can’t help but notice that her blouse has pulled up and revealed the golden brown of her lower back. As she reads, her hips are swaying back and forth to the music constantly playing in my room at this hour. Wow, I wish I was causing her to make that wiggle! “I hadn’t pegged you for a Fiona Apple fan,” I manage, as the chorus of “O, Sailor” wafts through the room.

“Yeah well, I’m waaaaay younger than you so I’m still hip,” comes the reply. This time she doesn’t turn, but I can tell she’s smiling, the vixen!

“Since when did 25 become waaaaay younger than 29 you little bitch!”, I laugh, biting my tongue a little. God, this always happens! Clarissa goes into her sex kitten mode, digging at me and I want to go all flirty but hold back instead.

As attractive as I find her, I gave up on sending obvious signals to her a week into our work together on the play. Clarissa is married with a 7-month old at home and I had been very up front with her about my sexuality right away. I don’t make it a habit to blurt out “I’m a raving lesbian” to everyone I meet, but you spend time alone with anyone and eventually you get to relationships. The dear took that revelation in stride and has been making cracks about catching me looking at her “tits” ever since.

“You got quiet, you thinking about my tits again?” Wow, nice timing! God, why does she go and push my buttons like that? I’m always forced to hit back.

“No, just daydreaming about going down on Barbara Bush again,” I smirk, knowing how much I gross her out when I joke about such things.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that Clarissa and I have been flirting, setting the stage for a post-school afternoon delight. But I’ve been shaking my head at the thought for weeks. “Hey, this is you Gabriella, don’t be so foolish.” There’s absolutely NO contest, Gabriella Cavalcanti has absolutely THE worst gaydar in the history of lesbians. I can’t count the number of times that I’ve been absolutely certain I was getting signals from a woman at the bar, in class at university, etc. and been dead wrong. But for some reason, I’m thinking this is different. And it’s none of the old cliche reasons.

She’s never said, “gosh, my husband doesn’t give me what I need anymore”. And she hasn’t been obvious about it: nothing like “geez, casino siteleri I wish there was a 29 year old, black haired, Italian lesbian around to lick my pussy!” (Sigh, if only it were that easy).

No, it’s just simply a feeling I’ve had the last few meetings. The gaydar is unreliable like I said, but once I spend a lot of time with someone, I can usually sense when I’m being sized up. And somewhere beneath that confident facade is……something. And when I got up this morning, I decided that I’d find out what it is. I’m pretty sure I could fall in love with Clarissa if I let myself, so I owe myself at least the attempt. And it’s SOOOO not like me to think something like that. I guess if it doesn’t work out, I’ll just finally bite the bullet and give in to that huge-boobed blonde at my gym that always manages to find herself in the shower right across from me, smiling and staring at my ass while forever “borrowing” my shampoo. She’s completely stunned, but I’m already in lust with her, and sometimes that’s good enough. Anyway, back to what’s at hand….

“Smack.”

“Hey!” Clarissa jumps as my hand contacts that beautiful round tushy. Gathering her composure like she always seems to do, and despite the obvious blushing going on, she plays right along. “Well I’ve been a REALLY bad girl,” she giggles, sticking her ass toward me again, “and you’re going to have to give me a better spanking than that!”

Ahhh, this is a perfect opportunity to test the waters. “Well not here in the school,” I say, in full mocking-mode, “it’s so public!”

“Oh please,” Clarissa says, “I know you’ve thought this out. I see you lock that door and draw that blind every day. I know what you’re thinking.”

She’s smiling, but I can tell she’s wondering if there’s any kind of truth in that statement. I’m standing, grinning, and making a point of it not to deny her entirely accurate accusation. She’s not moving. She’s frozen. I let the silence linger. It’s exciting, but it frightens her. Now that what’s obviously been on her mind is now being presented to her, she doesn’t quite know what the next move is.

“Wow, Miss D’Entrement, have I made you speechless?” I ask. “Let me know how I did it and I’ll make mental notes for next time.” Playfully, I reach out with my right hand and lightly brush her cheek. A rush of air escapes her lips and I realize that she’s been holding her breath. This seems to snap her out of her daze and she turns back to my desk.

“Ummmm……so….I was thinking we could fix all your screw-ups pretty easily here…”, she starts, trying to summon up that fake-bitchy tone, but her throat is dry and her voice cracks. There’s that golden brown skin again, and this time, it shines with the glow of perspiration.

My hand is shaking as I reach for her lower back. I know it’s going to happen and now I’m the one scared to death. Suddenly I’m conscious of just how exciting this is for me too. It’s been a couple of months since I’ve made love to anyone but myself, and I’m thinking, “Gaby, just don’t screw this up!”

Hoping to turn up the pressure a little, I allow my fingers to sneak just below her belt line. I can almost feel the swell of her ass with my pinkie. “Sweetie are you ok? Do you have a fever? You feel like you’re on fire.”

I don’t think she gets that I’m teasing her. “N…no, it’s just that it’s a warm day……and we’re standing s…so close.”

Edging ever closer, I reply, “Really? We’ve stood this close plenty of times before. What’s different now?”

The slightly mocking tone I’m using finally sinks in with her. For the first time, it’s completely obvious what the both of us are feeling. “Gaby, this isn’t funny, this is serious, and I don’t think that you completely understand why! It’s more complicated than just my marriage or that little peanut of mine at home, or our being co-workers. It’s….it’s…” She frowning, straining to explain herself.

“Clarissa, shhhhh,” I whisper, rubbing her back lightly to soothe her. I move my lips just inches from her ear. “I understand what you’re going through. We’re friends, but I can’t deny how I feel about you. All you need to do is just tell me what it is YOU want.”

She’s still staring straight ahead. “Gaby, it isn’t that simple. If what I want was the problem, there wouldn’t BE a problem. The trouble comes when there’s something I NEED.” Steadying herself, she turns to me. My left hand slides across her damp skin, around to her hip, while hers caresses my cheek. This time it’s her lips near my ear. “And what I need, is your lips….”, she pauses to run her fingers over them; “…and your tongue….”, her index finger slips into my mouth and instinctively I suck on it; “….and your fingers….,” with her other hand she takes mine and guides it to her inner thighs; “…everywhere I need them to be.”

“It’s got nothing to do with gay or straight,” she continues, her breath so hot on my skin and the heat from her pussy giving me burns on slot oyna my hand as I rub her through her skirt. “It’s got nothing to do with what my husband doesn’t do or not loving him anymore or wanting to experiment. It’s basic. It’s carnal. I can feel you next to me when I’m alone. I can smell you hours after we’ve seen each other. I’ve never been with a woman, but I know how you’ll taste when I finally have you.” She grabs my ass with both hands and stares straight at me. “I CRAVE you.”

The clock reads 12:13. I cradle her face in my hands and press my forehead to hers before grabbing her in return and drawing her close. “Oh my ‘Issa, I don’t know what to say. No one’s ever said anything so fucking sexy to me in my life!” I’m so excited I can barely get the words out. “Dammit! We’ve only got 2 minutes until the bell, don’t tell me that you have to play desperate housewife tonight.”

She looks positively wounded. “Gaby are you kidding me?!” she starts. “Jeff owes me about 10 nights out, but what are we going to do about THIS…right NOW!” Again she takes my hand. She hikes up her skirt with her free hand and presses mine against the front of her red cotton thong. “Oh God ‘Issa, I…,” I begin, and then stop. I want to say the most passionate words imaginable. There are few things sexier in this world to me than the feeling of stroking another woman’s pussy through a soft, sexy pair of panties.

The heat, the suppleness, and particularly in Clarissa’s case, the wetness. I look her straight in her eyes but still I can’t get the words out. A wide smile comes across her face. “Hungry?” she asks. I open my mouth to tell her, yet again, that she’s read my mind, but the bell cuts me off.

I want to turn the lights off, leave the door locked, ignore my students and melt into Clarissa, but who am I kidding? As I walk to the door, I say back over my shoulder, “Sweetie, listen, do you want to meet me here after last period? Or do you need to head home first and then come over?” As soon as I unlock the door, any potential response is cut off by my 4th period class pretty much storming inside. Gathering her things, Clarissa brushes past me and winks.

When she gets to the door, she turns and addresses the girl in row A seat A, my best student and a member of our cast. “Stephanie, we’re having a couple of problems with the play. Ms. Cavalcanti is going to meet me down in the gym in 5 minutes and she’s going to need you to run the show up here for most of the period, ok?” Then Clarissa glares at me and smirks as if to say, “Dismiss me will ya’? I’m not being put off until later!”

That little bitch, she did it again! What does she think she’s doing? Geez, at least she gave me a few minutes to come up with something for my students to do. “Ok guys and girls, sorry to just dump this on you, but you’re my veteran class and you should be ok to leave alone for a little while. Now, I’m going to be warning the office and Mrs. Gregg next door and if there’s a problem, then WE’RE going to have a problem, understood?”

After hearing enough “Yes ma’ams” to put me at ease, I give them a lengthy reading assignment and almost fly out the door.

The gym is on the other side of the school, so it’s a long enough walk as it is, but under these circumstances? By the time I get to her office, I feel like cursing her out for making me jump through all of these hoops. Then she dares to answer, “Who is it?” when I finally come knocking.

“You’ve GOT to be kidding me ‘Issa! I’m about ready to….HEY!” Mid-sentence the door has opened and she’s pulled me inside and thrown me into her beanbag chair in the corner.

I’d complain, but as soon as I look up I realize I’d be crazy to. She often wears one of her old soccer jerseys when she’s teaching gym, but, outside of my fantasies, I’d never seen her wearing ONLY a jersey. “You’re nuts, ” I say, but the smile on my face betrays the fact that I’m only sore that I didn’t think of it first.

“I’m sorry Coach Cavalcanti,” she starts, in her best faux-schoolgirl voice, “I seem to have lost my uniform shorts. Do I get to…errr…HAVE to, stay after school?”

“Well”, I reply, “if you’re a good girl, coach might get you off….errr….LET you off with a warning.” Squirming, she bites her lower lip and leans back against the closed office door, running the bottom of her left foot up against it until she can grab her knee and pull it against her chest. The whole length of her gorgeous leg and her waist are bare.

“Gosh dear, did you lose your underwear too?” We’re being playful, but there’s no smiling anymore. No amused looks on our faces, it’s all intensity.

“Yes ma’am,” Issa replies, “can I borrow a pair of yours?” Wordlessly, I stand up, reach around the back of my skirt, pull my thong down past my butt and shake and shimmy until it drops down to my ankles. I lift my left leg up and out of it, allowing one of my heels to drop to the floor.

Hooking the thong with my other foot, I kick canlı casino siteleri them to her, asking “Will those do my dear?”

“Of course Ms. C!”, exclaims Clarissa, nabbing them out of the air, that wicked grin I love so much plastered on her face, “You’ve always been my favorite teacher.”

“Now before I let you wear those sweetie, I want to be sure I get them back clean.” Putting on my sexiest walk, I slink toward her.

“But Ms. C, I just took a shower,” Clarissa replies, not sure where I’m going with this, but eager to play along.

“Sure Issa, but you young girls, I don’t know if I can trust you to clean where it’s most important. So, I’m going to have to play a game with you ok?”

Clarissa is trembling now, knowing it’s only a matter of time now. “O…o..ok,” she manages, “w…what’s the game?”

“It’s called cat and kitten,” I reply. Finally I’ve reached her, and we’re eye-to-eye, our lips an inch away. “You know what cats do with their kittens when they want to make sure they’re nice and clean?” I practically hiss.

Issa’s eyes are closed, she’s rubbing her thighs together, licking her lips and barely able to get a word out. “I think so,” she says in the strongest voice she can manage. “They l…lick them clean.”

I press my body tightly against her, and pin her against the door. “Gooooooood kitty,” I purr. I bend down, pressing my nails firmly against the back of her knees, my mouth positioned just where her cleavage emerges from her shirt.

Straightening up, I run my nails sharply up the back of her legs, pulling her slightly away from the door and ultimately cupping her bare backside for the first time. Meanwhile, my tongue has made its way from her chest to her shoulder, then neck, and finally to her lips.

It’s been my strongest wish all along to start us off by giving her the best first kiss of her entire life. Carefully, but urgently I ease my tongue between her lips and work just the tip of it around as my hands knead her tight, round ass, pulling her red hot pussy to my thigh which she can grind against and gain those initial hints of release. Teasingly, I work my tongue in bit by bit, slowing working my lips toward hers.

Without warning though, she grabs my head with 2 hands and pulls us together, sucking hard on my tongue. “Uggghhhhh!” She moans loudly into my mouth. It’s a gutteral, passionate, animalistic sound that radiates from my lips to my inner thighs, leaving me weak-kneed and positively dripping. The next 2 or 3 minutes are possibly the most passionate of my life. If there was any doubt for either of us about what we were doing, the almost desperate nature with which our hands are pawing at each other and our tongues explore one another’s mouths makes it obvious that this is more serious than we even realized.

Finally, we pry ourselves apart. Breathless, I manage a big smile. “Ok, Miss D’Entrement, time to make sure my little kitty is spotless.” Clarissa throws her arms up above her head. If I’d handed her a white flag, she would have waived it.

“Oh God Gaby, please! Enough with the kitty stuff. Just get me fucking off, will you!?” I drop to my knees and lift up the bottom of her shirt so I can peek my head up inside. I suddenly feel as if I’m worshiping at the feet of some piece of ancient art, a personification of beauty….wait, who just thought that? Gosh, the cheesy things this girl makes me think!

My immediate temptation is to attack her breathtaking pussy. It’s perfectly shaped with an impeccably manicured runway of hair above her lips that glistens with the wetness that has surely been present most of the morning. This shirt must be almost a large men’s because it suddenly occurs to me I can probably stand up and fit inside it comfortably. Well, 3 quarters of the way up, it begins to get tight, but that’s plenty. “Mind if I poke around in here?” I ask, allowing my hands to roam freely over her tummy and hips.

Outside of my tight space, I can hear Clarissa giggling at my silliness. Soon she’ll change her tune though. As I begin to trace soft kisses between, and on the undersides of her breasts, she lets out a soft moan. “Ohhhhh, Gabi, that’s lovely.”

My right hand still has a firm hold on her ass, but my left is in a little more playful mood. As my tongue traces circles between her belly button and her breasts, it lightly grasps onto one of them. My eyes shoot open. “Issa, your nipples, my God!” I can’t believe what I’m seeing. I always knew her breasts would be perfect, but these nipples are something really special. They look and feel like large thimbles. Huge, long, hard and, judging by her reaction, amazingly sensitive.

With my first light squeeze of “lefty”, Clarissa nearly jumps straight up into the air. “Shit Gaby, please don’t tease me! If you’re going to play with them, play rough!” A big part of me wants to laugh that off and torture her until she begs but that will just have to wait. I’m sorry, but those nipples! God, they just can’t be ignored! Plus, I am positively DYING to see what happens when I make her cum. All of a sudden, I’m keenly aware of how risky it is to be doing this so close to classrooms and the gym.

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Our week together had progressed while my parents were gone so that Laura and I would have sex as soon as she got home. I couldn’t wait and she could never say no. Later after we ate dinner we would then go up to her room for more activities. I never slept with her and she seemed disappointed each night when I left her. But then, when the morning came, she was in my bed to wake me by dropping her mouth onto my young cock. I loved the way she did this each day with her hungry mouth. After the first morning when I had made her lift her dress up so I could fuck her from behind, she never came into my room fully dressed again. She would leave her dress in her room and just wear her stockings, heels and garter belt for me. Her panties also stayed on the bed in her room.

The second night she came home, I was there already in the house because I had no interest in being with my friends when I had the choice of being inside this sexy, submissive woman. I heard her come through the door and then walk into the kitchen to start our dinner. I loved the sound of her heels on the hard wood floor. She looked good in the light summer dress and the black stockings and heels. She said hello as she saw me come into the kitchen. I just looked her over from head to toe and smiled at how good she looked. She stood there and waited, knowing that her evening was about to begin.

“Take off the dress and hand it to me,” I told her.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied as her hand went to the back zipper and pulled it down. The dress opened and fell away from her body and then to the floor around her heels. She stepped out of it and picked it up and brought it to me.

“Did you enjoy our conversation on the phone today, Laura,” I asked her as she stood directly in front of me. Her chest was heaving as her arousal was becoming evident.

“I did. It makes me so hot when you talk that way to me.” She said as my hand slowly caressed her tits just above her low-cut black lace bra.

“Pull the bra down so I can see your nipples,” I said. She dropped the bra straps down off her shoulders and pulled the cups below her fat tits and then slipped the straps up again. The effect was to hold her nice big breasts up while still allowing me to see her nipples pointing out and getting hard.

“Do you recall what told you I would do to you tonight, Laura,” I asked as my fingers aroused her nipples to hardness.

“You said you were going to hurt my big tits and fuck my ass. That’s what you said, Sir,” she trembled as she uttered the words.

“Do you want my cock in your ass, Laura,” I asked her.

“Yes, Sir, but I am afraid. But I want you to do it to me,” she whined at me.

“Will mine be the first cock in your ass, whore?”

“Yes, Sir, I have never had anyone take my ass,” she said in a labored breath as I pinched down on her inflamed nipples.

“Take off your panties and bend over the table for me,” I told her. Her hands took the sides of her lace panties and slid them down casino oyna to her heels and then off. She rose up and handed them to me. I took them and watched her bend over the dining table and reach out to take hold of the far edges. The sight of her in that position made my cock rock hard and I dropped my shorts and underwear and moved forward. Holding her hips in my hands, I pushed my cock into her wet cunt.

“Oh, yes,” she gasped as she felt me push hard into her depths.

I moved at a slow pace, pushing all the way into her and then pulling almost all the way out. Her breathing was erratic and she was moving with me in an urgent and steady motion. After several minutes, I pulled out of her and looked down to see how wet and slick my cock had become. It was time.

“Hold on tight, I am going to rape my aunt’s virgin ass,” I told her as she stiffened and I could see her knuckles whiten as she gripped the wood of the table top.

Placing my cock head directly on her soft brown star and rubbing it up and down, I saw her relax a bit from the pleasurable sensation. Then I aimed directly at her snug opening and began to force myself into it; waiting for the first rush of my cock into her. It took quite a bit of pressure but finally the head opened the entrance and I popped into her. I held myself in that spot as she cried out.

“Oh, my God,” she screamed as the invasion hurt her with a sudden and sharp pain.

Still remaining motionless, I watched her relax just a bit as her ass became more accustomed to the cock having breached her virgin entrance. Taking this as my cue to begin moving deeper, I slowly pressed into her, then stopped, waited, and then proceeded some more. At each point in this assault, she was gasping and whining from the new sensation and from the pain of having to take it all inside her.

“Oh, please, Sir,” she growled as I pushed almost all the way in, “it hurts so much.”

Going the last bit and holding it still inside her at full length I held her hips and stroked her ass with my hands and looked down at the sight in front of me.

“Play with your cunt for me,” I told her as her hand moved from the side of the table and slid under her to start to move on her clit and cunt lips. Her hips rose slightly to allow her hand to press down to her wet center. I waited and did not move. I could not believe how tight her grip was on my cock. I could feel the movement of her hand and then her arousal. After a brief time. I began to feel movement from her impaled body.

“Oh,” she moaned as her movement began to increase and her ass relaxed on my hard cock. I gave her more time to adjust and to become more aroused. Her fingers were circling and moving on her clit and her ass pressing back on the full cock buried within her. Slowly, I began to pull back out of her just a bit before pushing back forward again. With these very short easy plunges into her, Laura’s moaning increased and she started to move with me.

“More, please, slot oyna give me more” she finally gasped as her ass met the thrusts and gained an urgent rhythm that matched my increased movements.

“Tell me what you need,” I demanded. She wanted longer and harder strokes, but she needed her to beg for it.

“Oh, please, I need it so much,” she whined back at me.

“What, Laura,” I asked, “tell me what your body needs.”

“My ass,” she cried out, “I need you to fuck my ass. Rape your aunt’s ass, Sir,” she panted in her need for more and harder treatment.

Pulling almost all the way out of her, I thrust forward my full length and then withdrew again and began to pound her ass ruthlessly.

“Oh, my God,” she screamed as I attacked her now without any regard for her.

“Anal fucking whore,” I repeated over and over again as I took her last virgin hole and gave her all that I had. I could tell that the pain had slowly ebbed while her fingers were driving her ever closer to her climax.

“Oh, yes, oh, yes,” she panted, “cum in your whore. Fill your Aunt’s raped ass with cum. Fuck your cum into my ass.”

Laura was screaming and crying out like a wounded animal as she came hard on my cock. Her ass was contracting around me as I launched cum deep into her bowels. She continued to cum without stop. The knuckles on her left hand turned white as she gripped hard onto the table top. Her right hand was buried in her convulsing cunt. I kept at her until I heard her moans subside. I collapsed on top of her exhausted body. Her head turned to the side and her mouth sought mine as we kissed and tongue lashed each other for several minutes.

“Did you like that, Laura,” I asked with my lips beside her ear.

“It was incredible. That was the most powerful orgasm I ever had. It hurt so much at first but then the pain left and the feeling was so overwhelming. I need you to do that to me again and again. It was like being raped and then discovering how much you need to be raped,” she confessed.

I pulled back as I lifted away from her and my cock freed itself from the tight enclosure. Looking down, I saw cum flowing out of her stretched ass as she lay on the table top.

“Let’s get cleaned up in the shower and then we can eat,” I told her as I walked to the stairs and headed for the large bathroom in the hall.

The shower felt good as I soaped myself and felt the hard spray from the shower head. The shower curtain moved back and Laura was beside me. She took my wash cloth and began to wash me. I just stood there and enjoyed her pampering. I turned and faced her and she took my cock and lovingly washed it for me. Then, squatting down, her mouth took it in and she began to lick and suck me back to life. Looking down at her I realized that this was the first time she was truly naked in front of me. All the other times she always wore her heels and stockings because she knew how much I liked her dressed that way. But this was different and to me it canlı casino siteleri seemed so raw and more intimate. Her eyes looked up at me as she worked on my almost hard cock with an incredible passion. My hands reached out to take her head in my grasp and I began to fuck slowly into her tight lips; pushing deeper into her throat. Her hands grasped my thighs as I used her mouth and throat.

“You cocksucking whore,” I moaned down at her as I forced my cock fully into her. Her hand was between her legs and I saw her working her cunt and clit as I banged away at her mouth. But I wanted more than a blow job from her and pulled myself back allowing my cock to exit her mouth. Taking her hair in my hand I pulled her to her feet in front of me. Her breathing was in gasps and I could see that she was once again highly excited.

“Fuck me,” she begged, “please fuck your dirty cocksucker.”

Turning her to face me, I forced her back against the tile wall. Reaching down I lifted her from under the back of her thighs until her cunt was lined up with my hard cock.

“Put it in your cunt for me, slut.” I told her and she reached down and pressed the fat cock head between her moist lips. I dropped her down slowly and her arms wrapped around my neck as she was completely impaled on me. Holding her under the thighs with her back to the wall I was able to slam into her with hard forceful strokes. Her legs locked onto my hips allowing her to move with me.

“Ohhhhhhh, yessssssss,” Laura screamed as her orgasm was almost immediate. She held me tight as her body spasmed onto mine. I loved being deep inside her tight compact body and to watch her go through the violence of her powerful orgasm. I kept pounding her and she held on tight. All the while she moaned and encouraged me to fuck her hard.

“Use me, use me,” she moaned, “Do it hard.”

Laura again was delirious and out of control. She only knew how much she needed my cock and her body was grinding against mine as she was fast approaching another climax.

“Fill my cunt,” she begged as she grabbed my neck and held on. Her orgasm ripped through her body and she was screaming from the sensations. I could feel her thighs tighten around me as she convulsed. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she seemed to go limp in my arms. When I felt her orgasmic contractions subside, I lowered her down the wall until my cock pulled free and she was sitting on the shower floor.

Standing over her as the water pelted her entire body, I took my cock and stroked it a few times which was all I needed to bring on the cum that she had demanded from me. With Laura looking up at me, the first blast hit her on the forehead and then was washed down over her face. Shot after shot found her face. My thick white fluid mixed with the water and covered her face and splattered her hair.

“Clean up and come to my bed when you are done,” I told her as I rinsed off and got out of the shower. Laura looked up at me with surprise since I always went to my bed alone. She was never in my bed except for our morning wake-up ritual. I always left her when I was finished to sleep alone in her own bed.

Things were changing. There would be no dinner tonight.

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Again, this a work of fiction that eventually will evolve into incest between consenting family members. If it depicts or resembles you or any of your family members, it is sheer coincidence. This writing is an imagination of my own mind and nothing more. If you have not done so, please read Aunt Kate, and Aunt Kate 2 to get the first part of this store into its proper perspective. Yes, they need some work, but they can’t be edited, sorry. I want to thank my Editor for her help on this.

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“For Christ sake Kate, you were making enough noise to wake the neighbors down the road.” My dad said. “I sure hope it was worth all that screaming and shit you were going through?”

The thoughts, I had of having hot wet sex, with my beautiful mother evaporated in a split second. I hadn’t thought about my dad, in any way since I discovered Aunt Kate in my room earlier. A wave of fear went through me, giving me goose bumps. Carefully, I crawled off the bed, backing away from the sound of dad’s voice. I saw him standing next to the door. He was on one side of the room, me on the other, that was good for now.

“Fuck you, Danny boy.” Aunt Kate said. “You know how noisy I am when I have good sex. She chuckled, OK, well maybe not. I only make a lot of noise when I’m having, good sex, which is something you wouldn’t know shit about.”

Aunt Kate jokes around with my dad a lot, but this sure didn’t seem like a time for joking around. My Father is a large man standing well over six foot, and probably 230 lbs. I am close to his size, but I am no match for his strength. I didn’t understand why, but there was no outburst of anger, dad actually sounded calm. It took a minute for that to sink into my racing mind. Relieved, that he didn’t seem like he wanted to kill any of us, me in particular. Curiosity set in. Was everyone in this family in on this incest thing? Mom and Aunt Kate had talked, I knew that much. Was my father involved in their talks? The women I thought I had figured out, horny, curious, something. I just could not see my father having been in a discussion about sex, incest no less.

Dad said. “Do any of you crazy fucking people have any idea what time it is? Anita, dear you need to finish up in here and get your ass in bed. Did you remember that Tonya and Katlyn will be here early?”

Anita, you need to finish up in here. He said in a tone, as if mom and I were doing the dishes, not getting ready to have sex. Did my dad just give us the OK to have sex with each other? It certainly sounded like it to me. Somebody needed to explain all of this to me someday and soon.

“Dan.” Mom said. “Be a good sport and head on back to bed. I’ll be there in just a little bit, and yes, thank you for reminding me about Tonya coming, I had forgotten. They are going to be here most of the day.”

Relieved, but still confused I felt the tension easing from me. Dad was still in the room, leaning against the wall by the door. It did not appear to me, that he was going to leave us alone. Jesus; was my dad going to stay and watch, my mother and I have sex? Aunt Kate and mom didn’t seem to be bothered, they went right back to moaning, eating each other. Shortly, Aunt Kate slapped mom’s tight ass a couple times, making her squeal in between her moans. Aunt Kate waved for me to come over to the bed with them. Cautiously, I approached the bed, watching dad as I did, as I moved closer to them. Aunt Kate’s face was still between mom’s tanned thighs eating her pussy. She reached out searching for me. Her hand found my semi-rigid cock; she pulled me over onto the bed using it as a handle. It didn’t take a lot of effort on her part I was horny again.

“Go for it Kevin.” Dad said. “From the sounds Kate put out earlier, you already fucked the shit out of your Aunt. If you don’t do the same for your mother, there will be hell to pay. Believe me, I been hearing about this long enough. We all need to have talk about all this later.”

“Get your butt up in here Kevin.” Aunt Kate said. “Straddle my head and get your cock up close so I can suck it again. Then you and your Momma are going to do the nasty. She needs some good hard dick tonight. You do want to stick your dick in her don’t you?”

I didn’t answer Aunt Kate; she pulled my cock down into her warm mouth. Sucking my cock seemed to be something she really enjoyed doing. I started pushing into her mouth, gently fucking her mouth and throat. As Aunt Kate sucked me, I started rubbing and playfully slapping mom’s beautiful tight butt. She rotated it in little circles, teasing me. I spanked her ass a little harder, now and started fondling her pussy. She was really, wet. Soon I had two fingers deep in mom’s warm wet pussy. Her moaning and grunting into Aunt Kate’s pussy increased. As I finger fucked her, I started rubbing my thumb over asshole. She worked her asshole in and out she liked me to play with it, no doubt.

I kept stroking in and out of Aunt Kate’s mouth, slow and deep causing her gage occasionally. casino siteleri The two fingers I had in mom’s pussy were dripping wet. I thought her juices would run down on my cock and in Aunt Kate’s face. Mom’s pussy felt so wonderful I wanted to stick my dick in her now. She kept rolling her ass around, pushing back at my hand wanting more and deeper, which I obliged. We had worked ourselves into a sexual frenzy by now. I didn’t realize Dad had moved and was standing next to bed. He pulled mothers head up away from Aunt Kate’s pussy, by her hair. Stroking his big dick right next to her face, she turned towards him, opening her mouth wide. Dad held her still and slowly started fucking mom’s mouth, deep long strokes. He caused her to gage and choke some; I thought he was being a little rough on her. Mom didn’t protest and they were in a good rhythm in seconds. He put one foot upon the bed and got even more aggressive with mom, she was playing with his ball, encouraging him, gaging along with some deep moans.

“Kevin, get your dick out of Kate’s mouth.” Dad said. “Have her put in your mother’s tight pussy. These two have talked about this scenario together, several times and it is what your mother wants. Kate, it’s time he fucked his mom, so give up that cock, help him get it into your sister’s pussy.”

As my dad was talking, Aunt Kate obeyed releasing my cock from her mouth. I pulled my fingers from mom’s holes. Aunt Kate rose up, flattened her tongue, she licked mom from clit to asshole several times. I wanted a taste of mom’s pussy before I fucked her. Backing up and bending down, I pushed my face into mom’s crotch, probing my tongue as far as I possibly could into her pussy. Groaning mom pushed back against my face, wiggling her ass around. She was smothering me with her pussy. I loved it, I kept tongue fucking and kissing her wet pussy. I pulled her juicy pussy lips in to my mouth. I liked stretching them way out, biting them lightly with my teeth. I ate her pussy to the best of my abilities. Moving up I wanted to taste mom’s asshole, I licked it lightly, probing her little hole slightly. I discovered I liked doing this to mother ass, so I pulled her ass cheeks apart pushed my tongue in her ass. This was a first for me, but I knew then it wouldn’t be my last time.

“Whatever the fuck you’re doing to her, please keep it up.” Dad said. “Momma you are about to get a load of daddy cum in her sweet sucking mouth. Goddamn it Kate. Your sister has never sucked my cock like this before. Just keep doing whatever it is you’re doing back there, momma here is incredible. OH fuck, Anita, suck me baby, suck me, God I’m cumming baby. Suck that cum right out of my balls, you fucking slut.”

As dad was cumming in mom’s mouth, he kept talking to her. I was still thinking he was being rough with her. Did she like having rough sex, or was Dad just so worked up he didn’t realize what he was doing?

“OH fuck, OH god don’t stop baby, that’s my girl suck it dry. Did you suck Kevin’s cock earlier? Does he know you love having a cock in your nasty fucking mouth?”

Still holding a hand full of her hair, Dad pumped his cum into her mouth. Mom gaged, having no choice; she drank his cum down her throat. Dad wasn’t about to let mom go until he was done. Several deep grunts later, he released his grip of mom’s hair. Mom kept his spent cock in her mouth nursing on it like, it was a big nipple. She did that same thing to me earlier. She must be one of the women who really like sucking cocks.

“OH damn son. Your mother sure knows how to suck a cock. I’m sure you’re going to learn that Kev, if you haven’t already.”

Mother let his flaccid cock fall from her mouth. Dad eased away from the bed, shaking his head. Dad was mumbling to himself, as he made his way to the door, pulling it shut behind him.

After watching and listening to the two of them my cock couldn’t get any harder. I crawled up behind mom. I slapped her ass nice and hard one time, getting her attention back to where it belonged. Aunt Kate had wiggled her way out from under mom. Up now and kneeling next to me, she pulled my head towards her, kissing me, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I could taste and smell mothers sex juices. Aunt Kate took hold of my cock, pointing it towards one of mom’s holes. I was going to let her determine which one I should penetrate first. I was sure that I would get to fuck both of them, if I lasted that long.

“You ready for him, you fucking momma slut.” Aunt Kate asked. “You are about to get what you been dreaming about sis. How many times have you masturbated, thinking about this moment? I’m going help your son, stick his hard cock in one your holes, then he’s going to dump his cum in there.”

Mom didn’t answer her; she pushed her ass back towards my cock and Aunt Kate’s hand. Quickly she found what she was looking for.

Aunt Kate rubbed my cock up and down mom’s wet pussy slit. Teasing moms wet pussy; smearing her juices everywhere. Her slot oyna hand stopped, me from enter mom, and mom from backing up on my cock. Aunt Kate was enjoying this teasing way, too much. She would let my dick head just inside mom’s pussy, getting it wet, then forcing me back out. Again, she put some of me into mom, then pulled me back out, only this time she smeared mom’s juices around her asshole with my cock. Mom groaned, pushing back against Aunt Kate’s hand. I was ready to push Aunt Kate away and start fucking mom, when.

“STOP” Mom said.

Oh shit I thought. Mom had a serious change of heart. Moving was not an option, Aunt Kate kept a tight grip on my hard dick. We were both awaiting mom’s next move. She started laughing, while rolling over on her back. She situated herself on her back, spreading her legs on either side of me. Mom swatted Aunt Kate’s hand away from my cock. Replacing it with hers, gripping me firmly, she looked up at me smiling.

“Didn’t think you were going to get any this hot momma pussy did you? Well I decided I wanted to look into your eyes, when you put this big fucking cock into me for the first time. I want it my way, the way I dreamed it would be. I going to guide and control your big dick, Kevin. You and I are going to make love, just the way I have fantasized, first. Then once I have cum, you can fuck me like a bitch in heat, understand?” I nodded in agreement.

Mom pulled me closer to her pussy, holding my cock at the base; she eased the head into her warm wet pussy. With the head in her, plus an inch or so, she rolled her pelvis around. Raising her hips up, she rode me like that for a minute. Still holding me, she moaned deeply before allowing another inch of me into her pussy. “Push baby, push into me.” I did, until mom’s hand was against her mound. She worked her pelvis up and down, fucking just the end of my dick; it felt like mom was jacking me off with pussy. She worked me like this for a minute, then.

“Push again baby, push hard this time.” I did as she said. Suddenly, she released her grip and I slipped into her hot wet pussy, balls deep. She gasped deeply, as if I had forced all the air out of her. Mom pulled me down to her, smashing her tits between us. Wrapping her arms and legs around me in a tight hug, she pushed her pelvis up. Fucking me and forcing me to stay deep in her. In a few seconds, she began to shake underneath me. Her pussy pulsated around my cock and she gasped for her breaths. Mom was cumming hard; she shook, moaned, holding me as tight as I could ever remember, while her orgasm progressed through her body. I got my arms around her and held her while she cum all over my cock deep in her pussy. It took her minutes for her regain her composure.

“OH fuck, Kevin baby, please don’t move. I need you right where you are. God, you feel good in me, you’re so deep and my pussy is so full. Kiss me baby, please kiss me, I need just a little more, of you holding me.”

I raised my head to kiss mom. She had tears running down the sides of her face into her hair. I pressed my lips to hers and we kissed lightly. I kissed her cheeks and tears, her nose, then her lips again. I rose up again, looking into her eyes.

Mom was smiling, when she said. “I love you, Kevin. I love more than you will ever know.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

Our lower bodies had barely moved, mom still had me held snug with her long legs. We kissed again, as we did so this time she lowered legs and relaxed her pelvis. I started to pull out of her, when Aunt Kate slapped me on the ass really fucking hard. Caught completely off guard, I pushed my dick deep into mom again. If I hadn’t I would have rose up and knocked her ass off the bed. Mom giggled, grunted and rocked her hips up at me again.

“That was very touching you two. So what am I, chopped liver here?” Aunt Kate said.

Mom looked over at her, grinned and then stuck her tongue out at her sister. “Fuck you sweet sister.”

I started stroking in and out of mother’s pussy. She in turn started rocking her hips, and soon we were in a good rhythm. In a minute, we were fucking at each other hard. Mom was giving back everything I was giving her. Aunt Kate started talking nasty shit to mom and me, which just added to our excitement. Time was against me, she felt so good. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to keep this up for long. Not without cumming in mom, soon but, I wanted to make it last much longer.

“That’s it Kevin, pound that momma pussy hard, give it to her, she been waiting for you to fuck her. She wants it hard baby, she told me so. Fuck the shit out of her Kevin; do her like the slut she is.”

Then Mom started in. “OH God yes baby. OH shit yes. Fuck me Kevin; pound mommy’s pussy as hard as you want. I love your big dick in me you fill me up so well. Is this good baby, you want me from behind; tell me Kevin, Momma will be your total slut. Oh shit Kevin, fuck me I’m going to cum all over that big hard dick of yours.”

Pulling canlı casino siteleri out of her pussy, I sat back on my haunches. “On your hands and knees you wanton slut.” I was really starting to get into this. I wanted Aunt Kate to get involved, I wanted mom’s ass. In her new position, mom backed up to me, I slapped her ass a couple of times. Guiding my cock back into mom, she worked that beautiful ass around, pushing back getting all of me in her pussy. Mom put her head down, keeping her ass up high; I started fucking with long deep strokes.

Aunt Kate slapped mom’s ass also. Mom just waved her ass at us, teasing, wanting more. Looking down I drooled a bunch of saliva into mom’s ass crack.

“Play with your slut sister’s asshole.” I told Aunt Kate. “Work that spit into her ass, make it wetter inside so I can put my dick in her ass. Aunt Kate smeared my saliva around mom’s asshole; entering it to the first knuckle with her middle finger. Soon she had her finger deep in mom’s ass. All three of us were working together to get mom another orgasm. Aunt Kate and I alternated in and outs, pushing mom closer to cumming again. She was really working mom’s ass now, adding as second finger stretching her ass open. I could feel her fingers inside mom. Aunt Kate started slapping mom’s ass, synchronizing a slap with a thrust of finger and mom went over the top again.

Mom’s pussy gripped at my cock when she started cumming. I wanted to fuck her ass, but I knew I wasn’t going to make it. If I pulled out of her now, I’d just cum all over her ass and Aunt Kate’s hand. I knew now that there would be many opportunities in the future; I would get her ass then. Mom rose up on her hands, really pushing back again me and I started cumming in her. I pulled her back against me, pushing cum deep into her willing cunt. We rode each other through our orgasms, until we had nothing left. Aunt Kate kept her fingers deep in mom’s ass, double penetrating her.

“Oh Kevin, man I thought you wanted to take your mom’s ass.” Aunt Kate said. “I got her asshole all loosened up for your big cock and then you blow your wad in her pussy. Are you done for the night, you think you can get up again, after all this?”

Fighting to get my breathing back, I pushed Aunt Kate over on the bed. Her finger exited mom’s asshole, causing mom to groan. Her asshole gaped open for a few seconds before closing back up. I wondered if my cock would go in there without hurting her. One thing for sure it wasn’t going to happen tonight. I was totally done for tonight. Mom lay down on the bed, leaving me on my knees. Aunt Kate had my flaccid cock in her mouth in seconds, cleaning our combined juices from it. Mom turned around and pulled Aunt Kate off me, by her hair.

“Oh no you don’t you greedy bitch. Get the fuck in your back. I’ll feed you his come from my pussy while I clean that wonderful cock of his. I haven’t done this for a long time, so you want some creamy cum you get it from me.”

Mom got Aunt Kate where she wanted her and lowered her creamy pussy right over face. Her moans told me Aunt Kate was doing a good job on her pussy. She bent down taking my flaccid cock in her mouth and proceeded to clean me up. In a few minutes, we all were snuggling on my bed together. In between the two of them, my curiosity peaked and so I had to ask.

“Do either one of you want to tell how in the world all of this got started. This is something that just doesn’t happen to families every day. There are a lot of people out there that well, would really frown at what we just did.”

“Believe it or not, your dad was the instigator in all of this.” Mom said. “He had a crazy ass notion and like always, the dumbass acted, before he spoke to anyone about it, so here we are. It’s, a long story and all this started last summer. If you want to hear it, Kate will have to tell you, cause, I’m headed off to bed and some good restful sleeping.”

Mom rose up and kissed me, she playfully slapped Aunt Kate on the ass before heading out the door. Aunt Kate and I found my sheet, pulled up over us. She snuggled up to me; I wrapped my arm around her and we kissed for a few minutes. It wasn’t long her hand wandered down over my stomach, headed for my now useless cock.

“Oh shit Aunt Kate, it’s not going to happen, not for a while.” I said.

“I know, but a girl can hope can’t she?” She whispered. “You interested in how this whole thing came about, or you want to sleep?”

“Tell me. I’m having some doubts and some questions about this whole thing.”

“OK, last spring when you and your dad went fishing for those five days. Well, your Uncle Blake came to the house to do some work, your dad wanted done, which turned out to be bullshit. Dan got this crazy notion in his head that your mom was either having or wanted to have an affair. Blake wasn’t here to do any work; he was here to seduce your mom. You have to admit the man is good looking, but he’s still a snake as far as I’m concerned. According to Tonya, your mom isn’t the first woman he had talked out of her panties. The short story, your mom and Blake got it on, twice. Then the dumbass got drunk, got mouthy and ended up letting it slip to Tonya that he had fucked your mom.

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copyright ©2010 by A_Satori. All rights reserved.

Author’s note: This piece is a multi-sequel to three previous stories: Aunt Jean, and, An Upside-down “Y”, and, Island. I suggest at least the first two titles be read prior to this story.

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FRIDAY EVENING

Jean stared over the top edge of her menu at the man. She was trying to imagine his face with a beard. She was fairly certain it was him. He suddenly looked towards her and she quickly averted her eyes to the list of appetizers. She leaned towards Ron and spoke just above a whisper, “Ron?”

He continued searching the entrees. They had only been here once last summer, the day they had gone to Lincoln Park Zoo. Mrs. T had recommended it to Jean. He was trying to remember the name of the dish with the really wide, thick noodles. It had been very tasty. “Yeah?”

“Don’t look now, but wh-“

“Huh?” His eyes went to her then he glanced around the room.

“Don’t look around.” Jean exhaled sharply and dipped her head behind her menu.

His heart fell a little when he saw Jean was hiding her face as she had that very first time they went out. He thought she was over all that. “Jean, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just don’t look around.”

He sighed. “Okay. I won’t. Is some… What is it?”

Jean whispered, “There’s a man sitting at a little table against the wall near the front window. Don’t loo-“

Ron interrupted, “Jean, come on, if he’s looking over here it’s because you’re beautiful, it’s not becau-“

She broke in, “I’m not thinking about that.” She blinked. Was she being as bad as some people use to be, actually still were at times, about her disfigurement? No, it wasn’t the same thing, yet she had been staring and he did have a bad scar.

Ron was clueless. His brow pinched. “What about the guy?”

She continued whispering, “He’s got a thick scar on his head. In a few minutes, will you look over at him, don’t stare, just casually glance?”

Ron couldn’t believe she was asking him to look at someone’s scar. “Jean, this… doesn’t this seem a bit like-“

She interrupted again, “I know… it’s… it’s bad of me, but it’s not about his scar. I think it’s that man who was marooned on that island. Remember? Last December? Maybe around Thanksgiving? He and a few girls were rescued. He had a beard though and longer hair in the pictures I saw of him.” His scar had been seared into her memory.

Ron’s abdomen tensed. “Has he been checking you out? Or, are… are you attracted to him?” He wasn’t sure how serious he was about the latter question.

Jean rolled her eyes and shook her head. She smiled softly at Ron. “No. I’m sitting with the man I’m attracted to. You’re right. I shouldn’t have stared, but… I’m just curious. It was an interesting story, and I thought I heard on some morning news show that he was thinking of moving to Chicago. I-I was wondering if that was him. That’s all. Nevermind. I’m being rude to him and to you.”

“Is he looking this way?”

Jean whispered again, “I don’t want to look. I don’t want him to think I’m staring at his scar.”

Ron smiled. Sometimes it was so difficult to believe she was twelve years older than him.

She whispered once more, “Why are you smiling like that?”

“You’re just very cute sometimes. I wish I could kiss you right now.”

“We can’t do that in the open, you know that, and… you’re just making fun of me now, aren’t you?”

“Jean?”

“What?”

His smile turned into a grin. “Why are you whispering?” He chuckled, then felt Jean’s foot give his calve a light slap.

Jean blushed. “Shut up. You are laughing at me.” She half smiled. It had been silly to whisper, the man wouldn’t be able to hear her normal voice.

Their waitress walked up to the table. She raised her pad and put her pen to it. “Hi. Are you ready to order?”

Ron looked at the pretty girl, the smile still on his face. “I think we need a few more minutes, but… there’s this one dish, with really wide noodles. I can’t remember the name of it. It was a stir fry with meat and… broccoli, I think.” He showed her the menu.

The waitress bent at the waist and pointed out two entrees to the cute guy. “Um… this one, and this one have wide noodles.”

Ron had been gazing at the man with the scar. “I’m sorry, which?”

The girl smiled. She guessed he thought she was cute too. “This one, and… this one.”

“Great. We’ll just need a few more minutes.”

Jean was trying to control her surprisingly instant and growing sensation of jealousy. She sipped her water as Ron gave the girl a smile before she walked away. She set her glass down and stretched towards him. “Which two?”

Ron leaned towards her, showing her his menu and pointing with his finger. “This one and… ahhh… this one.”

“I’m sorry, which two?” She grinned.

His eyes met Jean’s. “Hey… casino oyna I was looking at the guy you think is hot.”

“I don’t think that.” She quickly glanced at the man. He actually was good-looking, trim, muscular, but he was too old to be described as an ideal guy. She tensed for a moment as the thought made her worries about her relationship with Ron surface.

He noticed a change in Jean’s expression. “What?”

She smiled. “Nothing. So do you think that’s him?”

Since the previous summer he always closely checked out people with scars or disfigurements he saw now, although he made sure not to stare and to be furtive about his glances if it was in person. His reason for doing it was to see how the person was reacting to and handling the people around him or her. He remembered seeing photos, news videos, and even some segment on one of those dumb TV “entertainment news” programs he happened to walk passed in the student union. He couldn’t recall the guy’s face except that he had a beard, but the scar looked exactly as he remembered it. “You’re right. It might be him. Did you want to talk to him or… or get an autograph or something?”

His gut tightened again. She might say yes. He knew someday she might meet a guy she wanted to get to know, then might fall in love, get married, all of it. He took a slow breath and told himself not to think about it. The summer had just started. They were still months away from having to seriously talk about it again and decide whether or not to renew their relationship ‘agreement.’

Jean shook her head slightly. “No. I mean, it would be great to hear the story first hand, but… it would be rude to just intrude on him. And he’s probably sick of it, I mean people asking him about it. If it really is him.” She noticed something odd in Ron’s eyes. She wondered if he was momentarily jealous too. She smiled. “Ron?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re really cute, and I wish I could give you a kiss right now.” She felt a wave of sadness. After months of consideration, she finally had promised herself a week ago this had to be the last summer with him, her last summer of love. She had to let him go on with his life and leave her behind in the fall. There wasn’t any other option. She had to let him go.

“I really do wish I could kiss you.”

“Me too.”

Ron smiled and sighed. “I guess we better figure out what to order. Huh?”

Her eyes moistened. She nodded. “Uh-huh. Yam nuea and pad thai?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, those for sure.” He really wished he wasn’t starting his summer job on Monday. He wanted to spend every hour of the next three months with her.

Ron kept looking at her as Jean’s face turned to her menu. He felt his semi grow a bit more and suddenly also wished they would have returned home first after dropping Dad at O’Hare earlier. A couple weeks ago over the phone they had made plans to have dinner here though, see Dad off then drive straight into the city from the airport. He knew they would never have made it in for dinner if they had gone home first. They had been together for a day and a half and had only been able to sneak in a few lengthy, passionate, tongue dancing kisses, the last one before leaving the airport. He desperately wanted to make love with her and was glad Jean seemed nearly as eager as him. Waiting a few more hours would just make it all that much sweeter and hotter. And he did really enjoy being out with her on a date… just being with her, period.

Ron’s eyes returned to his menu. “So… what else should we get?”

*

Ted grinned as he turned into the small municipal parking lot adjacent to the el station. “I can’t believe it. There’s a spot open.” The area was being gentrified. When he had lived in the city there had never been a question about finding a vacant space. The small parking lot was conveniently located right across the street from the restaurant. He stopped the car and switched off the engine. Kyli took her seat belt off and started to open her door. “Hey… wait a sec.”

Kyli looked at him and raised her eyebrows on her smooth forehead. “What?” Her brows relaxed and her mouth formed a little smile as Ted leaned towards her. Her lips parted as his met hers. It was a warm, sweet kiss, a nice five second romantic thrill.

Ted pulled back. “Okay. I’ll at least make it through dinner without another Ky fix.”

She shook her head slightly and smiled. “Come on. I’m hungry.”

He chuckled. “Hey, quit stealing my lines.”

She stepped out of the car. “I’m not. I haven’t really eaten all day.”

Ted got out. “Stay there, I’ll get the parking sticker.” He walked over to the machine four spaces away, fed enough dollar bills into it for a two hour sticker to be on the safe side. He returned to the car and stuck it on the dash, then locked the car. He took Kyli’s hand as they crossed the street to the small, storefront restaurant. He opened the slot oyna exterior door letting Kyli enter first, then grabbed the handle of the glass airlock door. “Ahhh… dammit.” His hand stayed on the handle but he didn’t pull.

“What?”

“I can’t believe it. One of my students is here.”

“Should… should we go somewhere else?”

The sidewalk door opened. Ted glanced behind as two girls Ky’s age stepped into the small airlock, two guys in back of them waited to enter. He opened the airlock door. “Ahhh… what the hell. We don’t have to talk to them. Maybe I’ll just nod at him.”

Ted knew he should say something to the young guy. He had been one of his better Drawing 1 students. Just a few days ago they had talked for over an hour when the kid came in for his final “15 minute” critique and to pick up his portfolio. Ted had hoped to have a romantic dinner with Kyli. He hadn’t expected it would be necessary to watch his actions with her.

Ron heard the entry door hanging bell jingle. He glanced that way, then quickly looked at Jean. He muttered, “Oh crrrrap.”

Jean set her menu down and saw a good looking guy about her own age entering the restaurant with a very pretty Asian-American girl, followed by two other couples. The guy was staring at her. She quickly looked at Ron telling herself the man wasn’t focusing on her eye, and if he was she shouldn’t care about it. “What is it?”

“That guy with the Asian girl. He’s Ted Palow, my art teacher. My art professor from that drawing class I took this past semester.”

Jean briefly glanced at the couple again then gazed at her menu. The man’s eyes had met her own once more. Her stomach tensed for a couple reasons. He really was a cute guy, and she was now sure he had been staring at her disfigurement. “He’s… he’s looking over here. You… you should say hello, shouldn’t you?”

“Yeah, I guess I should. Be right ba-“

“Are you ready to order?” The pretty waitress smiled.

“Oh… ah… yeah.” Ron recited what he and Jean had decided to have. When the girl left, he saw another waitress seating Mr. Palow and his date against the wall behind him. He noticed Jean was gazing over to that table, then her eyes moved to his own. She had an odd expression on her face as her hand rose and her fingertips played with and combed her hair around her disfigured eye socket and scarred cheek.

Jean stopped breathing for a moment when she noticed where Ron’s eyes were focused. She lowered her hand. “Sorry.”

Ron smiled softly. “You want me to tell you again how beautiful you are?”

Her eyes teared a little. She could see he truly believed it. “No.”

Kyli glanced at Ted then opened her menu. “Are you staring at your student or his girlfriend?”

Ted smiled at Ky. “Yeah, I was glancing at her. The guy’s good looking but I didn’t think he’d have a girlfriend that pretty, even with her eye, she’s… well, very attractive. Looks a little like you actually.”

“He’s not bad either.” Her eyes moved to the second page of the plastic laminate menu.

Ted chuckled and opened his menu. “Ky, I’m an artist. I was looking at her thinking about a drawing, wondering if I could do her justice with the eye. Don’t get bent every time I just look at some girl. And… I think I’ve seen her before. I was trying to figure out where.”

Kyli exhaled. “I’m sorry. I… I know we said we should be open to going out with other people, but it-“

Ted interrupted, “That was you who said that. I didn’t disagree, nor did I really agree with you either. It’s been nine months and I haven’t once thought of asking anyone else out.”

She looked at him. Her eyes teared. “I don’t know what else to do. I can’t hurt Mom and Dad. We can’t hur-“

He stopped her from continuing by reaching across the table and taking her hand in his. He sighed then half smiled. “We said we were just going to have a good time tonight. Let’s do that. We’ll talk… tomorrow about all of it… again. Okay? Mom and Dad will be gone for a week with the Bensen’s.”

Kyli took a slow breath. “All right.” She told herself to relax. “So, are you going to say hello to your student?”

“Nah.” He gave her hand a little squeeze then let it go. He looked at the menu. “There’s a natural order to the scheme of things. He should come over here to say hello.” He would have said hi if the kid had met his eyes when they were shown their table. He figured the young guy didn’t want to be bothered on his date. Ted half smiled again. He didn’t want to be bothered on his date either.

Kyli was glad he said that even though she thought it was dumb. She had wondered if he might go over to their table just to check out the girl close up. She looked towards the front of the restaurant. Her brow pinched. “Ted?”

“What?” He kept perusing the menu, even though he knew what he would probably order.

“Remember that news story last fall, I guess canlı casino siteleri around Thanksgiving, about the man and the college girls shipwrecked on that island?”

“Huh?” He looked up.

“It was in the news. It was-“

The waitress walked up. “Would you like more time or are you ready to order?”

“Ky? I’m ready. Are you?”

“Mmm… yes.” Kyli named a dish then she and Ted discussed which appetizers to get. They settled on fresh spring rolls and the pork satay. Kyli closed her menu and waited to hand it to the waitress after Ted finished ordering. She looked at Ted’s student and his date. They made a cute couple. She wondered how the girl got injured. She was very pretty. Kyli figured Ted had been checking her out, not thinking about a drawing. She was glad the girl didn’t have big boobs. No matter what Ted said to the contrary, she was sure he liked big boobs. All guys did, yet he never seemed disappointed in her chest. Maybe he wasn’t lying?

Kyli couldn’t see the guy’s face now, just his back, but the glance she had before, he was cute too. He abruptly turned around and his eyes met hers. For a moment she felt breathless and confused enough not to look away. He is good-looking. Finally she broke eye contact and picked up her ice water. The waitress took her menu and went to the kitchen ordering window. Out the corner of her eye Kyli saw him stand up. He was coming to their table. She set her glass down and saw Ted turn his face toward him and smile. She felt nervous for a second and then thought it was an odd reaction. Maybe not so odd. She and Ted were on a date and he had run into someone he knew.

“Hi, Ron. What are you doin’ here? I gave you your grade already, didn’t I?” Ted smiled.

Kyli mouth curled at one corner and she shook her head slightly a couple times.

Ron smiled. “Hi, Mr. Palow. Yeah, you did but I still think I should’ve gotten an A.”

Ted stood. He didn’t like guys who didn’t stand to shake hands. He wouldn’t do that to the kid. He held out his hand. Ron shook it firmly. “I told you at the start of the term I was a tough grader, but yeah, like I said the other day, you were borderline to an A. Tell you what, take Drawing 2, work as hard as you did this past semester, have your drawings turn out as well, and I’ll give… you’ll earn an A.”

Ron grinned. “Guess what? I pre-registered for it. I’ll be in your class in the fall.”

Ted sat down. “Ahhh… damn. Me and my big mouth.” He looked at Kyli trying to decide out how to introduce her, not her surname, she hadn’t changed it back to her maiden name, although she had been talking about it for a few months. He realized he didn’t have to give any title to her. “Ky, this is a really good drawing student, Ron Mazur, but I think he’s going into architecture.” He looked at his student. “Ron, this is Kyli… Yiu.”

Kyli smiled and offered her hand. Ron shook it firmly but not crushingly. It surprised her. Guys either limply gripped or they crushed. “Hi, Ron.”

Ron smiled. He felt he had seen her somewhere before but he couldn’t think of where. “Hi. Nice to meet you, Kyli.” Both his dad and Jean had said to always say a person’s name when being introduced so it would be easier to remember it. He doubted he’d forget Kyli’s name. Their hands parted. He wondered if she lived in the city and Palow was visiting her. He kept smiling as he looked at his drawing instructor. “Well, I just wanted to say hello. And… thanks again for the talk on Tuesday. I appreciated it. I’m glad I was the last crit of the day.” Ron had enjoyed the art class, had really gotten into it. It had him wondering about what it might be like to be a professional fine artist. He had been thinking a lot about majoring in architecture though.

“Yeah, good seeing you, Ron, and I enjoyed our conversation too.” Ted glanced at Ron’s date. She was watching but looked away when his eyes met hers. She picked up her ice water. There really was something familiar about her, but he couldn’t place her. He looked at Ron. “Hey. Did you meet the girl you’re with down at school?”

“Huh? Oh… ahhh… no. No. I… uh… knew her before college.” Ron got nervous. He didn’t want Palow asking more questions. “Well, nice seeing ya.”

“Yeah, you too. Have a good summer break.”

“Yeah, you have a good one too.” Ron smiled at the beautiful girl. “Again, nice meeting you, Kyli.”

“Have a nice evening, Ron.”

Ron headed back to Jean. Their table was on the opposite side of the fairly narrow room. He was sure he had seen Kyli before but couldn’t recall where. He had definitely seen her face. Maybe she was with Palow on campus? He also knew he could be confusing her with some other beautiful Asian-American girl he had seen. Actually, it was probably Chinese-American. ‘Yu’ is Chinese, isn’t it? He thought she looked more Japanese than Chinese. Could he really tell the difference? He sat down and smiled at his last thought. He put his cloth napkin back on his lap then met Jean’s eyes. “He asked about you.”

“He did? What?” Jean’s stomach tensed and her eyes grew slightly.

“He asked if I met you at school.”

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Anthony’s Story

“Uh, Manuel. Please. We can’t.”

“You are a tease, Anthony. I am becoming weary of it.”

The slim dancer rolled out from underneath the larger, muscular Cuban, who sat up on the bed and snorted his frustration. The two had been in a sixty-nine position on the bed, the dark-skinned Cuban on his elbows and knees suspended over the dark-complexioned, smaller man with the sultry, almost pretty face, and the black curly hair. Nonetheless, as a background dancer in movie musicals, he was as hard bodied as the muscular Cuban and could crack walnuts with his thighs.

The two had been stretched out in reverse and sucking cock. Manuel had also let his fingers wander into Anthony’s crack, with his middle finger toying with the rim—which Anthony had moaned for but not objected to—and from there tapping on the hole itself and starting to sink in. That had moved into taboo territory. Manuel didn’t force the issue, but he did test it on occasion.

Anthony, whose pay was low despite having worked in movies since he was sixteen, had lived in Manuel’s apartment since he had turned eighteen two months previously. As a saxophonist in background orchestras and at clubs, when he needed cash, Manuel was better off financially than Anthony was.

Manuel had taken Anthony in at a cut rate as a roommate because he wanted to fuck the luscious little dancer of Italian origin. He’d been working on doing that for the past two months. He wouldn’t take the smaller man by force, though. It had to be Anthony’s choice. Anthony had continually said it was what he wanted, but that it couldn’t happen yet.

“Why?” Manuel asked out of frustration. “I can understand waiting until you’re eighteen, but I didn’t lay a hand on you until you were—I didn’t take you in as a roommate until you were. I’m not doing anything more than you keep saying you want to do with me. You suck my cock and let me suck yours. You let me come in your mouth. Why don’t you let me fuck your ass? Are you afraid of it? Am I too big for you?”

“Yes, of course I’m afraid of it. Of course it’s big—it’s huge,” Anthony said, forcing a grin, trying to take the edge off Manuel’s suppressed anger. “But that’s not it. Just be patient. Probably just for a few more days.”

“Patient for just a few more days. You can’t do something today that you will be willing to do in a few days?” His eyes went to the nightstand and to the book laying there. “Say, this doesn’t have anything to do with the interview you said you had tomorrow with that movie producer . . . what’s his name . . . Atkins . . . Ted Atkins, would it?”

“Why do you ask?” The tone of Anthony’s voice was suddenly defensive.

“You’re reading this book—Danny’s Choice. And I’ve heard Atkins is going to produce a movie on it. Jorge is composing a soundtrack score, on the hush hush, and is already lining up an orchestra. I said I’d play. But does this timing have anything to do with Atkins? I’ve heard about him and his first-time fetish. How he collects young men’s cherries. You’re not saving yourself for him, are you?”

“That’s a lot of questions, Manuel,” Anthony said, but he was looking away from Manuel. He couldn’t look the Cuban in the face.

“OK, let’s count them off, then. And be truthful with me or you might find your suitcase out in the hallway. You’ve teased me long enough. Are you reading this book because you want to audition for a part in the movie? You know it’s to be a graphic underground homo coming of age movie, don’t you?”

“That still isn’t one question.”

“Answer them.” It wasn’t a request.

“Yes, I know what the screenplay will be about. And, yes, I want to audition for a part.”

“With the producer himself? Aren’t minor speaking roles worked out between central casting and your agent?”

“I’m not auditioning for just any role. I’m auditioning to be Danny.”

“The lead?”

“Yes.”

Manuel whistled. “That’s quite a jump from the dance line. And you’re going to try to get the part by letting the producer fuck you? To take your ass-channel virginity? Is that it? I can’t fuck you in the ass until Ted Atkins has fucked you?”

“Yes, that’s right. But it’s more complicated than that.”

“Sounds pretty complicated to me already. How much more complicated can it get?”

“Ted Atkins has already paid for my virginity. He did that two years ago. He just accepted that he couldn’t cash in until I was eighteen. I had to promise to wait for him to exercise his option.”

“Exercising an option on an ass? That doesn’t sound just complicated. It sounds Byzantine. What did he pay for this privilege? Looking around at what you own in this apartment, I gotta say that you must have sold yourself cheap.”

“Not cheap. If I reneged, I have no idea how I’d pay him back. When I came to Los Angeles, I couldn’t find any jobs better than a restaurant dishwasher. And I had a talent, a skill for the entertainment industry. Do you have any idea how few male dancers there are compared to female ones?—I’m not talking about casino siteleri Chippendale pole dancers. Classically trained dancers to work the stage and in movie musicals.” He didn’t wait for Manuel to guess.

“Ted Atkins saw me at an audition. I didn’t get that gig, but he made a deal with me. If I’d give him my virginity when I reached eighteen, he’d make sure I’d have work from then—when I was sixteen. He’s been good at his word. I’ve had work.”

“Not great work, and not work that advanced you.”

“But work. I managed to stay in Hollywood and to feed myself—and to be in the movies and do some stage work too. I wouldn’t even have an agent if Ted Atkins hadn’t gotten one to take me on. I wouldn’t have worked the last two years at what I wanted to do. I probably wouldn’t even still be in Los Angeles.”

“But your ass. You sold your ass.”

“I am gay. I knew when I was sixteen I was gay. I’ve shown you I want male sex, haven’t I? I just haven’t done it all with you. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to or don’t intend to. I’m not sure whether Mr. Atkins would be thrilled to know how much I’ve done with you. It’s just for a couple of more days, I’m sure. I got the interview—for 6:00 p.m., when it would be just him at the office. He’ll call in the chit, I know.”

“I don’t know.”

“And, don’t you see? I’m asking for more. I’m taking advantage of what he could—and probably will—demand to hit him up for the lead in Danny’s Choice. If I can make him want me again and again, I maybe can parley this into my big chance.”

“You might have to fuck a lot of toads. You might become Atkins’ boy toy.”

“If Mr. Atkins has a plucking off first timers fetish, I’ll have to work hard to keep him wanting me. And if I can do that, I can work it to my advantage. A lot of the big names in Hollywood have done that to get to the top. And it’s nothing to you; I’ll be coming home to you. Fucking toads will be worth it if I can come home to you. Don’t you have any idea how hard this holding off has been for me too? I want you to fuck me—to fuck me silly. But there’s so much to lose by not waiting just a few days.”

“I don’t know if you have thought through how rough this can be for you.” Manuel reached over to the nightstand, picked up the copy of Danny’s Choice, opened to a passage he seemed to already know well, and began to read.

“You’re going to split me!” I hadn’t meant to cry out, but I hadn’t been able to keep it in.

Soothing shushing. “It will take it; I won’t split you. Open to me; you’ll be fine.”

“There, in to the root,” I heard him whisper in my ear through heavy breathing. “When you learn to open to it faster, there won’t be this pain.” And indeed, now that he was all in and had stopped pushing at me—and I began to relax, knowing that I wasn’t resisting anything that hadn’t already happened—the pain was a bit less. “Turn your head, look into the mirror over there. Here, I’ll turn your ass a bit. Look at what’s inside you. You can take it. You have taken it.”

I moaned at the sight of how thick the root of his dick looked to be as reflected in the mirror, where just the base of it was visible in my hole. And my hole. Who would have known it would open that wide? I didn’t find his “help” in showing that to me in the mirror reassuring. Well, not immediately, but there was a little thrill of having taken all of that. And that’s as big as his dick would get—surely. But maybe it would get bigger while he fucked? I moaned again.

And the pain. When the hell does the pain lessen, I wondered as I moaned and groaned and voiced every variation of “ouch” and “oh, shit” that bubbled up to my lips. “Ouch” didn’t express a fourth of the pain, though.

“So sweet, and fresh. I’ve wanted to do this for months. And so tight. I’m the first one, right? Tell me I’m the first one. I paid to be first.”

“Yes,” I answered through shallow pants and clinched teeth. “You’re the first one.”

He was. Would I be doing this if he didn’t have something I wanted badly? I wanted a speaking part in the Broadway play he was producing to go on stage in 1964.

“Good boy.” His hands were off my hips and gliding over my torso, patting and pinching. “Sleek young body—if I hadn’t seen your birth certificate myself, I’d—”

My groan covered what he was saying. Not only had a hand found and encased my dick, but I also felt movement in the throbbing dick inside me—or at least I thought the dick was throbbing; I knew my channel walls were throbbing from the alien invasion. He was beginning to move the dick inside me. Drawing back, pushing in, drawing back, pushing in farther than he’d reached before.

“Take it, take it, take it.” Each thrust punctuated with a command.

“Oh, shit, Oh Fuck! That hurts like hell!” All senses returning to my ass channel. What he’d done before tying my wrists together wasn’t being fucked. This was being fucked! Pumping me as I writhed under him. His grip on one of my pecs and on my dick vice-like now. The grip eased and he was stroking me with his hand to the slot oyna rhythm of his dick stroking my channel.

“Stop! Stop,” Anthony cried out. He was writhing in Manuel’s embrace, the arm of the Cuban encircling his shoulders and holding him close while using that hand to hold the book. The Cuban’s other hand was stroking Anthony’s cum-streaked cock, the young dancer having come sometime during the reading.

“It needn’t be like that,” Anthony whispered. “But we have to wait for whatever it is.”

“If I can’t do all I want to do to you right now, at least I can make what I can do real interesting.”

“What do you mean . . . what are you doing? Oh shit.” He was laughing as Manuel grabbed him—Anthony was no match for the big Cuban in strength—went up on his knees on the bed, upended Anthony, and pulled the smaller man into his body. Anthony was plastered to his torso upside down at the level where Manuel could take Anthony’s cock in his mouth and vice versa. Anthony wrapped his arms around Manuel’s thighs for stability, but he did a perfect straight-leg split with his legs above Manuel’s head. The two resumed sucking each other off.

The dancer’s limberness and dexterity had been a key factor in Manuel’s campaign to land him. Manuel was intrigued with the male Kama Sutra. He had big plans for how to use Anthony’s body.

* * * *

“Would you like a beer?”

The question had come as soon as Manuel walked in the door the next day—or, rather, night. He’d done a gig in a nightclub and it was 2:00 a.m.

“Thanks,” he said as he reached out for the can. “You get out of bed to greet me?”

“No. I was waiting up for you.” Anthony was dressed in a sashed robe. He went back to the kitchen island counter for his own bear—or rather hobbled a bit to the kitchen island counter. Manuel gave him a piercing stare.

“You OK? You’re walking a little funny.”

“I’ll be OK.”

“You interviewed with Atkins today, didn’t you? He fucked the stuffing out of you, didn’t he?”

Anthony looked away from Manuel. He was standing next to the kitchen island counter. “The important thing is that I’m no longer a virgin.”

“Oh,” Manuel said. He took a big swig of his beer.

Anthony set his beer can down on the island counter, pulled the sash of his robe off, shrugged his shoulders out of the robe, and let it fall to the floor. He was naked underneath.

“The important thing is that I’m not a virgin anymore,” he repeated.

“But are you too fucked up to be fucked again today?”

“I don’t want to give you a single excuse not to do what we’ve both wanted.”

Manuel fucked him first at the end of the bed in a modified missionary position, crouched over Anthony’s prone body, their foreheads touching, as Manuel said he wanted to see the expression in Anthony’s eyes during everything Manuel did to his body. Anthony managed to hold his legs up and spread out on his own throughout the fuck.

They had been sitting on the side of the bed, kissing, Anthony trembling as Manuel held Anthony in a close embrace with an arm around his shoulders and ran his free hand over the young dancer’s naked body.

“Be good to me,” Anthony whispered.

“As good to you as Atkins was? Was Atkins good to you, Anthony?”

The book, Danny’s Choice, was still on the nightstand, and, without waiting for Anthony to answer, Manuel reached over, picked it up, opened to a passage, and started to read.

He was pulling out of me—such a relief—and carrying me over to an overstuffed chair in a dimly lit corner of his office half way up the Empire State Building. He sat in the chair and pulled me down into his lap. He started to pull my shirt up and off my back, encountered my bound wrists, and took the time to unbind them and then rebind them with the scarf once I’d been stripped of the shirt. I was naked except for my socks, and he was still fully dressed except for his shirt gaping wide open and his dick jutting up out of his open fly. Somehow the discrepancy made me feel doubly vulnerable and this whole situation seem sordid.

I’m not being raped; I’m not being raped, I chanted in my mind. I want something he can give me badly enough to do this.

His fumbling with my shirt and the binding was a pause I probably didn’t need. The fear of the first taking and what might yet to be flowed back in.

Once my wrists were rebound, my arms went over his head, my wrists lodged behind his neck. “Run your legs up the back of the chair on either side of me,” he commanded. “You’re a dancer; you can do it.”

When I’d done that, he lifted and spread my buttocks and speared my now-more-open ass entrance with the bulb of his dick. I panted hard as he pulled me down on the shaft, whispering all the time, “Breathe, breathe, relax, open to me, baby. You’re doing fine. Oh sweet Jesus you are so nice. And I fucked you first.”

“No, it wasn’t like that,” Anthony murmured in a voice edged by a sob, his hand closing the book Manuel was reading from. “It was worse. And, yes, he says I have to keep going canlı casino siteleri back to him when he wants me. Make me forget that, Manuel. Fuck me. Punish me for what I gave him and wouldn’t give you. You should have been the one to take my virginity. You were so good about not forcing me. But take whatever you want from me now. Fuck me.”

“I was saving this for a special time,” Manuel said, as he laid the book back down on the nightstand and opened a drawer. He took two black leather straps out of the drawer. “Do you know what these are?”

“Yes, wrist restraints.”

“Atkins bound you. Shall we take up where he left off?”

Anthony licked his lips and whimpered.

He was on his back on the bed, his arms raised and spread, his wrists bound to the headboard over his head. Manuel was on his knees, between Anthony’s legs, arched over Anthony’s torso, Anthony’s thighs running up Manuel’s thighs, his knees hooked on Manuel’s hips.

It started awkwardly with Anthony panting hard and almost crying when Manuel had no more than his bulb inside.

“Did he tear you up? Did that monster split you?” Manuel growled.

“No, no. It’s not that. You’re bigger, so much bigger than he was.”

Manuel laughed. “In time I’ll have your channel reamed to my size. We’ll go slow this time, though.”

And he did go slow, at least initially, at least until he was fully saddled and until he lost control in the heat of the pumping. By then, though, as painful as it was, Anthony was consumed by lust and, rocking back and forth on his shoulder blades and pulling at the restraints on his wrists. All of his screams were cries for “Yes, harder. Yes, deeper. Fuck me. Screw me. Punish me. Split me. Ream me out!”

Manuel got more inventive as the night went on. So much lust and frustration had built up that the virile Cuban stud fucked all night and into the morning. Though increasingly exhausted, Anthony stayed with him. The dam had burst. He could fuck whoever and however much he wanted to. And now he wanted everything Manuel could give him. The big Cuban was a cum factory, and each ejaculation made the slide easier. With each fuck, Anthony’s channel walls were coaxed to stretch and loosen more. Anthony couldn’t wait to be fitted for Manuel’s cock to the point that the fucking would be all pleasure, no pain.

Taking Atkins the next time now would be a piece of cake.

They showered together after the first fuck, with Anthony thinking that was probably going to be it for the night. It already was nearly 3:00 a.m. It had taken some time for Anthony to take the whole cock, and once in and Anthony able to take the pumping, the virile stud pumped forever, Anthony coming and getting hard again before Manuel creamed him.

They had showered together and horsed around quite a bit. Coming out of the bathroom and toward the bed, Manuel grabbed Anthony from behind and pulled the dancer close into his body. He crouched down and commanded, “Jut your buttocks up and back at me.” When Anthony did that, he immediately cried out, as a hard cock was moving up inside him. Manuel encircled Anthony’s waist with one arm and lifted the dancer off the floor. Manuel’s other hand palmed Anthony’s throat and held Anthony’s head into the hollow of his shoulder. Anthony was dangling in front of Manuel, embraced and immobilized while the Cuban fucked him.

Manuel didn’t come in that position, though. When he came, he had reversed Anthony, the two face-to-face, with Manuel standing on the floor in a crouched position for balance, and Anthony’s legs hooked on Manuel’s hips, his wrists locked behind Manuel’s neck, and Manuel’s hips thrusting, thrusting, thrusting.

After he’d filled Anthony’s ass with cum, he tossed the young dancer on the bed and came down beside him, flinging his arm over Anthony’s chest. “Now I rest.”

“You rest? What about me?”

“You can’t take any more.”

“I want more.”

“That’s not an answer to the question asked.”

“I know.”

“The interview today. Did you get the part?”

“I don’t know. I have to meet with the investors.”

“You have to fuck each one of them?”

“There’s an investors’ meeting I have to go to—at Atkins’ house—next Tuesday.”

“And you have to fuck all of them together.”

“Don’t be silly.”

“I’m not being silly. If you’ve got to fuck that many toads, you’ll need more practice.”

“Manuel. Don’t you think . . . Christ almighty you’re hard again.”

“And I’m a little tired, so this time you fuck me.”

Manuel turned, lifted Anthony’s body up, his biceps and pectorals bulging, and held Anthony over him, Anthony making his body go straight with his own strong muscle power, until Manuel was on his back.

“Sit on my cock facing my bent legs and hug the legs. On your knees, feet running back toward my shoulders. Yes, like that. Now fuck yourself on my cock.” Half way through the fuck, Manuel wrapped his arms around Anthony’s chest, pulling Anthony’s shoulder blades back into his own pecs and jack knifing Anthony’s bent legs to a degree that only a limber dancer could manage. He raised his own pelvis up, using his bent legs and feet planted firmly on the bed for leverage, and piston fucked up into Anthony’s channel.

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When you meet the right person, you can allow yourself to fall knowing that they will catch you…

Emerging from the Taiwanese drink shop holding a purple taro shake in one hand while grabbing her sunglasses from her shirt collar with the other, CJ quickly shields her green eyes from the bright sun as her cell phone buzzes to life inside her pocket. Answering her cell, she walks north down Main St, sipping her shake through the wide green straw, her shorts riding low on her hips as she walks briskly seeking shelter from the sweltering summer sun.

“No Cassie, I won’t come see you tonight.” CJ remains silent for a moment listening to Cassie. “We’ve gone out a couple of times and had fun together, but now it’s time for both of us to move on.” CJ takes another sip of her shake while listening to the pleading voice on the other end of the line. “Cassie,” she says the woman’s name firmly, “You were aware of my intentions from the beginning and you agreed to them.”

CJ flips her cell closed and slides the small phone into her pocket as she passes a group of guys on the corner of First and Main, one of them whistles in her direction and CJ can’t help but smile appreciating the flattery. At twenty-two, CJ is used to receiving much attention from men and women alike. While thoroughly enjoying the attention from men, it’s the attention from women which CJ reciprocates.

Passing a store window, CJ turns her head stealing a glimpse of herself and smiles back at her reflection. Looking forward again, her eyes immediately freeze on the tall captivating woman dressed in a navy blue pantsuit heading CJ’s way, her cell pressed tightly up against her ear. The woman has long curly brown hair and bears a resemblance to Helena Peabody from L Word. CJ lowers her sunglasses an inch exposing her piercing green eyes to drink in the striking vision approaching her.

Danika is listening to the argumentative voice on the line when her wandering eyes suddenly spot and settle on an incredibly attractive young lady up ahead. Danika watches as the young woman’s red lips wrap around a large green straw, a jolt of desire unexpectedly sweeps through her lower body. The young woman’s eyes never leave her own as the gap separating the two of them grows smaller and Danika quickly ends her call, stopping directly in front of and looking down at the younger woman. “Precisely what has captivated your attention young lady?”

Without a word, CJ again lowers her sunglasses an inch, her sparkling green eyes drinking in the sight of the older woman looking down at her and smiling. CJ swiftly pushes her sunglasses back in place with her index finger. “You,” she finally responds as her lips envelop the green straw, her fingers gripping the straw and stroking it between her lips.

“Oh how this little one needs to be taught!” Danika shivers at the mere thought and removes her own pair of sunglasses to uncover her own dark mesmerizing eyes.

Staring up into the older woman’s sexy eyes, CJ feels a tingle ripple up her spine. Without the sunglasses, CJ estimates the woman is in her mid thirties. CJ can’t help but want to be a playful brat for this luscious older woman, she certainly has her attention, now all she needs to do is force the woman to dish out the punishment for being a brat, a bare bottom spanking perhaps?

The two attractive women as of yet have no idea how similar their desires truly are!

“You’re very pretty,” Danika begins.

“I know,” CJ immediately replies smiling.

Shaking her head, smiling despite herself, Danika observes, “You’re quite confident in yourself aren’t you little one?”

“No reason not to be.”

A moment passes, both women smiling, completely absorbed in one another. Danika slides her sunglasses back in place. “Walk with me.”

CJ obediently turns and heads back in the direction from which she came, walking silently next to the older woman.

“My name is Danika and you are?” Danika inquires extending her hand.

“CJ.”

CJ accepts the held out hand, a spark generates instantly with the light contact, both women holding each other’s hand a moment longer than necessary.

“Oh yes,” Danika thinks to herself, “This is exactly who and what I need.” Out loud she says, “Tell me CJ, you always so simple with your replies?”

“Depends,” CJ smoothly replies with a shrug, her smile growing.

Eyes steady on one another, the women silently walk down the sidewalk before turning into a public parking lot, and stopping in front of a silver Mercedes.

“If you are free this afternoon, I would like for us to spend it together.”

CJ shrugs nonchalantly, “Sure.”

Danika crosses her arms in front of her ample chest, working to keep a pleased smile from spreading across her face. It’s time. “You are very attractive and quite sassy, but I must warn you, I expect you to converse with me, enough with your one or two word replies, do you understand little one?”

CJ stares at the woman for a few seconds before slowly nodding, a patch of wetness casino oyna forms in the center of her thong.

“Very good, now do you own a car, or did you walk?” Danika asks pressing a button to unlock the car doors.

“Bus.”

Danika’s dark eyes narrow, her hand becomes still on the door handle. “This is your final warning young lady.”

CJ sucks in a breath, her thong continuing to dampen between her legs. “I did not drive myself, I rode the bus.”

Immediately a smile spreads across Danika’s face and she opens the door and slides into the leather seat watching as CJ slides in as well beside her, the condensation from her drink drips onto her tan thigh. Having decided she is taking this little brat back to her home, Danika quickly starts the car and exits the parking lot, her eyes frequently glancing in CJ’s direction while CJ’s eyes drink Danika in the way her lips drink in her taro shake.

“Do you mind if I ask where we’re going?”

“Not at all precious,” Danika turns to CJ, “As long as you address me properly.” Danika clearly hears CJ’s intake of breath. Delicious, she thinks. “Mistress, Madame, even Miss are all acceptable little one.”

“Mistress…” CJ pauses needing a few seconds to savor this moment. She has fantasized and dreamt of this for years. Someone to balance her desires, to fill the void in her heart. “Mistress,” she repeats. “Where are we heading?”

“My home of course.” Danika’s mind can’t help but run through the events sure to come. Both women are left shivering with anticipation.

A loud thud echoes through the apartment and seconds later, Danika pushes open the front door, the two women spilling inside, bodies pressed tightly together, hands exploring everywhere, lips solid against one another. Danika relishes the feel of the young woman’s lips against her own as CJ enjoys this level of excitement having not been this aroused before.

“Normally I would play the perfect hostess,” Danika begins leading CJ into the bedroom and straight to the King size bed, “But both you and I don’t wish for that do we?”

“No, Mistress.”

Danika smiles at her young lover, pleased with her response. “My how quickly you learn little one.”

A warm tingling feeling sweeps through CJ’s body, not entirely sexually based. Her hands begin unbuttoning Mistress’s jacket only to be halted immediately.

“Not so fast little one. I wish to see your hot body first.” Placing her lover’s hands within her own, she rests CJ’s arms on top of her shoulder’s, her soft lips slowly kiss along the tender flesh of CJ’s tan arms before gently blowing air on the flesh inside her elbow. Danika repeats the same procedure to the opposite arm before returning her focus to the young woman’s face. Lips meeting, the pleasure exploding between them, Danika catches the bottom of the t-shirt between her fingers and in one quick motion leaves CJ standing partially exposed. Running a fingertip along the top of each breast, Danika’s lips crush CJ’s while her hand reaches behind to unclasp the bra standing in her way, and quickly pulling back to admire what she has now unveiled.

CJ looks her lover in the eyes, flashing a knowing smiling acknowledging the desire present in the older woman’s eyes, knowing how beautiful and perfect her breasts are. For the first time, however brief, instead of being certain, CJ wonders if Mistress is completely satisfied with her body, but it lasts for only a second.

Danika’s tongue snakes across her own lips as she stares at CJ’s rather large, perfect breasts, her medium size nipples standing at attention.

A flush of triumph flows through CJ’s veins, and now completely certain, CJ turns playful again and her hands unsnap her jean shorts, pulling down the zipper and pushing the shorts down her legs right along with her drenched thong. Standing completely naked before her Mistress’s approving eyes, CJ’s hand disappears between her thighs.

“Naughty girl,” Danika thinks to herself, but decides to leave her be for now, enjoying the show too much to want to stop her young lover. A full minute passes and CJ practically collapses onto the mattress, her knees becoming too shaky to continue supporting her, her own hand quickly bringing her to the edge.

“Stop,” along with the simple word, Danika’s hand firmly grabs CJ’s wrist yanking her hand from between her thighs. “As much as I’m enjoying your show, you neither asked nor received my permission to touch yourself.” Unbuttoning and removing her jacket and blouse, Danika removes her pants to leave her standing in only her matching bra and panties. She climbs on top of CJ, kissing along her cheek to her destination. Blowing into CJ’s ear she whispers, “Now you will need to be punished my naughty vixen.” Her lips close around CJ’s dangling earlobe as she begins lightly sucking.

CJ lets out a long breath which turns into a moan, her back arching off of the mattress, her hand instinctively moves south once again, but this time Danika is too quick and she intercepts the wandering slot oyna hand, forcing both of CJ’s hands back down on the mattress pinning them above her head.

“Stay,” Danika growls, leaving one hand to hold CJ’s captive, her free hand caresses the large globes before her. Lips firmly pressed against her lover’s neck sucking, Danika is determined to leave a very noticeable hickey, her lower body grinding into CJ’s writhing young body. Danika’s fingers lazily make their way south, nails grazing along CJ’s belly and around her belly button, teasing her lover as punishment. Minutes pass before her lips resume sucking on her lover’s earlobe, at the same time Danika decides to move her fingers lower to caress her lover’s outer lips, deliberately ignoring her hard clit.

CJ is writhing underneath her lover, moaning before crying out at the contact on her center, but still the contact does not come hard enough. Determined to seek more pressure CJ pushes her center forward against her lover’s fingers, desperate for further contact and whimpers when Danika’s actions instantly stop. CJ opens her eyes to see her Mistress’s eyes glaring back down at her. “I’m sorry Mistress, won’t happen again.”

“It would be in your best interest to make sure it doesn’t.” Deciding against further punishment at this time, Danika allows herself to resume her actions.

CJ is relieved to say the least once she feels Mistress’s lips upon her, her fingers now targeting her hard anxious clit. “Ohh,” CJ moans as Danika’s teeth gently graze the now sore skin on CJ’s neck. Her body tenses with anticipation as she feels her lover’s fingers prepare to enter her.

Danika marvels at how easily her fingers disappear inside despite having to move against the growing current that is currently rushing from her lover’s body. Her lips move to kiss CJ as her fingers stroke inside of her lover bringing her again to the edge.

Pulling her face away from her young lover she whispers, “My pleasure first,” and with those three simple words, her fingers withdraw from inside and she leans back leaving CJ panting and shaking her head vigorously. Sitting up on her knees, Danika removes her bra letting it fall between their bodies. “Know little one that I wished to play with you for a long time, but you must still be punished.” Danika takes CJ’s hands and brings them to her breasts. Looking into her eyes she instructs, “Please me, I wish to know your moves.”

The excitement ripples throughout CJ’s body, her denied orgasm suddenly forgotten, as her body sits up, tongue exploring around Mistress’s belly button, her hands massage Mistress’s breasts which are big, but not quite as so as her own, but her nipples are a different matter. CJ’s watches as her lover’s nipples grow hard and long and her lips immediately seek comfort around a hardened nipple. Mistress’s fingers run through her hair, keeping her head at her breast before finally relaxing her grip enough for CJ to lean back to lick between her breasts, sucking on the delicate flesh in between. “Lie down please Mistress.”

Danika’s clit throbs at the word please, causing her to think perhaps she should reward her slut after. Originally, she was planning to deny her cute submissive one final time, to ensure she would not soon forget her manners.

CJ rubs her palm against the crotch of Danika’s panties, causing a low moan to hang in the air. Her hand eagerly runs the length of Mistress’s long smooth legs as she presses her lips on the panty clad pussy before her. The scent of her Mistress’s arousal fills her flared nostrils, sending shivers through her body and reminding her of the pleasure she had been denied moments before. As seconds pass, CJ can feel her Mistress’s pussy become increasingly moist pressed against her face. Hesitating, CJ remembers that her Mistress had instructed her to love anyway she wishes and with that, CJ grabs the damp panties and with one firm tug, ripping the black panties from the older woman’s body, exposing Mistress’s closely trimmed glistening dark bush.

Mistress’s eyes are wide and wild. “My, anxious aren’t we? That was quite a thrill little lady.”

Pleased with herself, CJ buries her face into her Mistress’s wet pussy licking long strides up and down, tongue kept flat in order to cover the most area, gorging herself as if at a buffet. Mistress’s excitement leaks into her hungry mouth, and CJ turns her attention to her Mistress’s clit which is peeking out from its hood. Her lips take hold of the hard nub at the same time that her fingers enter inside of her Mistress. Mistress’s body begins to writhe beneath her as CJ continues assaulting her clit bringing her to orgasm. After collecting all she can of her Mistress’s arousal with her eager tongue, CJ smiles at her Mistress.

Danika curls her index finger, “Come sit on my face.”

CJ leaps forward, her excitement rushing out from between her thighs as if having never been denied. “Shit,” CJ exhales, leaning forward to place a hand against the wall for support as Mistress tends to her canlı casino siteleri pussy bringing CJ close to the edge.

Danika’s hands grip both ass cheeks squeezing as her tongue slides inside her center. CJ rides her tongue through her orgasm, but Mistress does not stop and a short time later, CJ cries out again, her other hand darting forward against the wall seeking additional support.

Danika slaps CJ’s ass and CJ slowly rolls off, collapsing into the crisp sheets beside her Mistress. “Tearing my panties from my body, do you usually do this?”

“Yes Miss,” CJ pants slowly recovering, her eyes however remain glued to the older woman and never waver in the least.

Laughing Danika slowly stands, extending a hand to her lover. “Let’s freshen up.”

CJ accepts her hand and follows her Mistress into the bathroom. Inside the shower, Danika carefully washes every inch of skin, memorizing every detail of perfection before her. CJ’s athletic body, toned muscles, flat stomach, beautiful legs, and of course, large breasts. “You are perfect little one. I’m left breathless.”

“Thank you Mistress,” and for the first time ever CJ feels a bit of heat rush to her cheeks.

Danika runs her fingers across CJ’s rosy cheeks. “Rinse.”

Standing under the warm spray of water, CJ feels the soap rinse away from her body and then she runs her hands along her body to make certain there isn’t a lasting film.

Mistress watches silently, soaping the washcloth again. “My turn, don’t miss a spot.”

CJ accepts the soapy cloth and reaches for a hand, soaping the shoulder and washing down along an arm and then switching to the opposite arm. Slowly she runs the rag across Mistress’s breasts, her nipples having hardened long ago. Lifting each breast she washes underneath and leaves a hand resting comfortably on one breast as she washes her lover’s stomach. CJ scrubs her back before lingering on the older woman’s ass. Once finished washing her long legs and feet she gently yet thoroughly cleans Danika’s pussy and Danika whispers, “Thank you.” CJ is now the one left in awe of the gorgeous woman before her as she rinses away the soap from her flawless body.

After turning the water off, Danika steps out grabbing a towel and wrapping it around herself before grapping a second towel for CJ. CJ steps out and she wraps the towel around her.

“Thank you, Mistress,” CJ whispers, eyes locked with Danika’s.

“My pleasure.” Once dry, except for a certain area, Danika steps behind CJ, her long hard nipples pressing into CJ’s back, her hand snaking around her waist and dipping down south to fondle her lover’s clit. CJ leans her body back against Danika. “Come for me.” Danika’s fingers quicken their dance on CJ’s clit.

A mix between a moan and sigh escapes from CJ as her juices begin oozing from her pussy. She feels Danika nuzzle against her neck and then in the next moment she is leaving the bathroom calling out behind her, “Get dressed and no touching yourself.” A sigh of frustration fills the bathroom, but CJ’s own pussy betrays her by growing even wetter as seconds tick by.

CJ exits the bathroom dressed in the same clothes as before. Danika is dressed casually, tan kakis and a light colored cotton shirt, hugging her chest area. “I would like you to join me for dinner.”

“I would really like that.”

“So you are free this evening?”

“Yes, Mistress,” CJ replies without any hesitation, without even thinking about it.”

“Very good.” Once inside the Mercedes, Danika pulls out of the garage and starts driving down the street. “Where would you like to eat?”

“I like whatever food is served wherever you wish to take me.” CJ is quite pleased with herself thinking she certainly could get used to this role for longer than a day or two.

Glancing sideways, Danika can’t help but to chuckle as she drives with one hand, resting the other on CJ’s thigh. “I’m impressed my little vixen. You have come a long way in a matter of hours.” Danika puts her sunglasses on and returns both hands to the steering wheel. “One can’t help but wonder if you’re just an extremely quick study, or if you have fantasized about this for quite some time?” Turning her head in CJ’s direction, she raises an eyebrow behind the dark sunglasses. “I’m betting it’s the latter.”

CJ’s pussy tingles instantly as if answering for her. CJ slowly nods and says, “You’re right Mistress.”

“Good girl, now I’ll ask again. Where would you like to eat?”

Considering the direction they are now heading CJ answers, “How about the Hat, the one in Temple City?”

“The Hat it is.”

Ordering two pastrami dips inside the Hat, Danika leaves CJ under the pick up sign to find a vacant table inside the crowded place. Danika is glad they are eating at this location instead of the one on Valley because this one offers indoor seating instead of a few picnic tables left outside. Now she and CJ can talk, figure out if there is a future between the two of them, if CJ is willing to take this to the same degree as Danika? A family of four is spotted leaving and Danika quickly snatches the now vacant table up just as CJ is turning the corner carrying a tray with their food and drinks. Once both women are settled, the small talk begins.

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I was surprised to see Frank Zimmerman at Mario’s memorial service—not because there was anything surprising in a old-time powerful movie mogul appearing in Hollywood at services for a major motion picture producer, but because Zimmerman was as old as the Cascades and had been a recluse for a couple of decades. I would have been less surprised to hear that he had predeceased Mario by several years.

And then I was more surprised when he stopped beside me on his way to being wheeled to his limousine and asked me if I would go for a drink with him, and, having been told I was actually on my way straight to the airport to fly back to New York, volunteered to give me a lift to LAX.

“It was good to see you at Mario’s service,” Zimmerman said when we were nestled in the backseat of his limo and on our way to the airport.

“I almost didn’t come,” I said. “But then I thought ‘what the hell.'”

“It must have been painful to have to stay in the background as you did,” Zimmerman said. “You were so much a part of Mario’s life.”

So, he knew, I thought. It seemed like half of the movie industry knew that Mario and I had been lovers for fifteen years. But that was some time ago.

“His family,” I said tersely. And I would normally have left it like that, but Zimmerman seemed to want more and I hadn’t figured out why he was paying this special attention to me—the offer of a social meeting from such a lofty recluse and the ride to the airport. So I finished it off. “Family had become very important to Mario. That’s what ended us and sent me to New York.”

“But you ended it amicably and Mario was instrumental in establishing your career, wasn’t he?” Zimmerman said. He didn’t say it accusingly, though, and there was a sparkle in his eye when he said it.

“Yes, yes, he did,” I admitted.

And that was the basic truth. I probably would not have become a major Broadway producer without Mario DiLane in my life. I’d been just another hunky small-town wonder seeking fame in Hollywood when Mario picked me out of an audition dance line for an eminently forgettable musical he was filming in the years where the big band musicals were the bread and butter of the movie industry. I didn’t get cast, but I did get fucked on the casting couch and then got so much more.

I was young and naïve and blond and the typical Midwest small town hunk whose head had been turned by constant comments that “you should be in films.” I was so narcissistic and taken with myself in those days that I hadn’t come in tune with my sexuality at all—my eyes were turned to the floodlights, and it was only later, thinking back on it, that I realized I had blithely passed by hundreds of offers and passes by male and female alike. They seemed to think I was holding myself aloof, which they found all the more alluring, when, in fact, I just was oblivious to the possibilities.

I didn’t wake up until Mario had me in his studio lot trailer, bright eyed at having been singled out of the dance line and invited for a private interview, and stripped down in what I thought was a normal part of the process to determine my suitability for a role in his film. Before I knew it, I was on my back on his studio couch, and he was sucking my cock to my quick, nervous ejaculation and then covered my body with his nakedness and rocked me, his hard cock rubbing up and down on my belly, while he put his lips to my ears and whispered how nice I was. All of this I was interpreting as my opening to being cast in his movie, and I wanted it so badly, that I gave no objections when he forced my thighs apart and started fingering my ass.

He had his dick inside my rim before he realized, from my reaction, that I was a virgin. After that he took it slowly and was gentle with me. But he fucked me nonetheless. I hardly remember the pain of the first breaching. What I remember is how he worshipped my body as he stripped my innocence away. Upon learning I was a virgin, he had pulled away from his half sheathing inside me and told me that my first time would be all the better for what he was going to do—that he trusted that I was clean and was declaring that he was, and that he wanted what we were doing to be based on trust.

Then he stripped the condom off his cock and reentered me and fucked me bareback. The difference was incredible. It was skin on skin now, the foreskin of his casino siteleri uncircumcised cock rippling across my innocent, undulating ass channel walls. I fell apart, and my hips started a rolling gyration and I was sobbing and moaning and groaning. And Mario lost control too and plunged to the depths and start pumping me in long, strong strokes.

He fucked me for hours, resting between assaults and cuddling me and rocking me back and forth until he hardened again and then whispering that he was sorry but he couldn’t help himself, he’d turn me to a new position and fuck me again. When we both were totally exhausted, he kissed me and then whispered that he loved me and never wanted to let me go. And he didn’t let me go for the next decade and a half.

I didn’t get a role in his picture, but he made me one of his assistants and taught me the skills that enabled me, once he had molded me, to stand out in the profession.

“And he loved you, I’m sure you know that,” Zimmerman said in a low voice.

“I never questioned that,” I said. “And I respect his choice.”

“Well, he wanted me to make sure you realized that.”

“You?” I said in surprise. Why would Mario have asked Zimmerman to do this.

Zimmerman smiled again. “I meant it when I told you I knew how hard it was for you to stay in the shadows back there at the memorial service,” he said. “And I know it was hard for you, because it was equally hard for me.”

“For you?”

“Yes. You see I loved Mario as well and as totally and for as long as he loved you.”

“You and Mario were lovers?” I was in shock. I never had suspected.

“Yes, what Mario did for you I had already done for him.”

Zimmerman had his hand on my knee, and his eyes were glazed over with tears. “Could you do an old man a deep favor?”

I was silent, my head hanging, the revelation of Mario’s earlier life blowing me away.

“Mario loved you and I loved Mario, and I need to feel close to Mario just now. Could you? . . . Would you? . . . let me make love to you just one time.”

I lifted my head, my shock deepening now. His mottled, wrinkled hand was nearly at my crotch.

“Oh, I don’t mean fuck you,” he said and then he gave a dry laugh. “I’m years beyond being able to do that now. But I still can suck.”

I didn’t realize I had been holding my breath as I was. But I let it out in one long, ragged release, and I just nodded and lay back in the cushy limousine seat, as Frank Zimmerman unzipped my pants, gently extracted my cock, and gave me one of the most expert, slow, arousing, and satisfying blow jobs that I’d ever received.

The last thing Zimmerman said to me before I got out of his limo at the airport was, “Don’t let the cycle end.” I had no idea at the time what he meant by that.

I was still mellow and thinking of how good a lover Mario had been while I was sitting in the departure lounge of my LAX flight back to New York.

I think I sensed his presence before I saw him. I looked up and saw him gliding across the departure area and over to the window where he flipped open a cell phone and spoke to someone on it in hushed tones. I got the impression that the phone call hadn’t ended well and had left him sad. He was achingly beautiful, and I immediately discerned in the erect way he carried himself and in the way that he seemed to glide across the room that he was a professional dancer. And from the slight swing in his hips as he moved, my impression was also that he was accessible.

It was probably because of what I’d just been through during my short visit to Los Angeles that focused me on the young man. He was slightly over six feet, giving the impression he was even taller than he was because of the majestic why he carried himself. He was a designer’s delight. His light brown hair with blond highlights was trim, and his clothes screamed of good design when most of the other passengers around him were flying sloven. He was so slim that there probably wasn’t an ounce of fat on him, and although he had all of the right curves in his apparent muscle tone, he was by no means overdeveloped or even developed to a commanding presence. His presence was commanding in other, sensual ways, though—although my own impression of that might have been formed because I’d very recently been fully satisfyingly sucked dry—but it was not in the sense of slot oyna male domination—more a sense of what he could give.

His trousers were a trim gray-white cotton of perfect fit and he was wearing a gray and white horizontal strip designer T-shirt with a straight-line neckline. Even his loafers were slim and stylish. None of this was overstated; he was just the perfect clothes horse. His chin and lower cheeks were covered in a two-day stubbling that looked like it had been groomed just before he made his entrance in the departure lounge.

He didn’t smile, and the aura about him spoke of a melancholy that set me to speculating what possibly could be wrong.

I lost track of him in the boarding process, but within a hour of being in the air, I couldn’t control my mind, which had fixated on the young man, and I left my first-class seat and worked myself back into the coach section until I found him. He was sitting in a three-seat section all by himself, his legs pulled up on the seat beside him, which only a flexible dancer could do—and look as well as he did in doing it—and pull it off and his head set back into the seat back and his eyes closed. He looked as sad as he had in the departure lounge.

“I’m sorry if I’m intruding,” I said quietly so as not to disturb the passengers around him—and there were only a smattering of them on this day; the flight was miraculously underbooked. It was midweek, with no big crowd-gathering events apparently going on in either L.A. or New York. “I couldn’t help but recognize another dancer.”

He opened his eyes in surprise. They were a fetching hazel in color. But the whites of his eyes had a red tinge to them, as if he’d been privately crying.

“Yes, I’m a dancer,” he said. “How could you tell?”

“It was in the way you carry yourself,” I said. “I’ve been a dancer and worked with them for years. I think I can pick one out of the crowd without a doubt. Do you mind if I sit here for a few moments.”

“No. That’s OK, I guess,” he said. But he said it more in a tone of politeness than a welcoming of the company.

“You seem sad,” I said after I sat down in the aisle seat. “And I’m a little sad myself. I came out from New York just to attend the memorial service of an old, dear friend. I hope you haven’t had the same experience. You are much too young to start losing dear friends.”

“It’s a loss. But of a dream, not of a friend,” he answered.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” I responded. “I won’t pry further. I’ll go on back to my seat now. I think I’m just relieved that it wasn’t caused by losing someone who meant a great deal to you.”

“Oh, no, nothing like that,” he said, opening to me a bit now. “I came out to Hollywood with hopes of a career out here, and it hasn’t happened. I ran out of funds and now have to return to New York with my tail between my legs. I made the mistake of burning bridges when I came out here. Now I don’t think I can even reclaim what I had in New York.”

It must of have been the recent sex, but my first reaction to his remark was that he had a very nice tail indeed—not too bulbous and certainly not flat; nicely proportioned with fetching hollows at the hips—and held high on his body. And I further thought that I had something I’d like to insert between his legs. I hadn’t felt this sexually attracted to anyone in years.

I remained back there in coach for the remainder of the flight with no awkward pauses or silences—or further signals from the young man, whose name was Ben Brighton—that would prompt my leaving him. He slowly told me his whole life story and the shows he’d danced in in New York and all of the crappy temporary jobs he had taken in L.A. while waiting for his big break.

In turn, he asked me about my family, but strangely he didn’t ask me what I did for a living or pursue the opening I’d given him of having been a dancer and working with dancers. And I didn’t volunteer the information—or even my last name, because, if he had worked in the New York theater, he would recognize my name instantly. I think even then I knew there was a possibility of something happening between us, and I didn’t want it to be on the basis of what I could do for him professionally. Another reason I thought something was building was that when he asked about family, I told him I was gay. I certainly didn’t usually trot that out voluntarily canlı casino siteleri on my first meeting with strangers, although I didn’t bother to try to hide it either.

When we got to New York, our bags came down the chute in baggage claim almost simultaneously, and I impetuously asked him if he wanted a ride anywhere. I had a car waiting for me and I could see my driver standing by it in the taxi lane outside the terminal window.

“Yes, thanks, that would be nice,” he answered in a small voice.

“Where can I take you?” I asked.

“Anywhere you want,” was his quiet response.

I held him close to me in my bed, both of us naked, and him lying still. I was encircling his shoulders with one arm, him on his back and me stretched along his body on my side, one of my legs possessively covering one of his thighs, holding him down and close into me. I let my hand glide all over his beautiful, perfectly formed young body until I centered on his half-hard cock, and then I slowly stroked him to completion, as he sighed and undulated under my attentions, being held in close check by my encasing arm and leg.

Then I turned him on his belly and prepared his ass and straddled his hips and slow fucked him until his second ejaculation and my first. I told him I was clean and that he had the option and he said he was clean too and wanted to feel me, so I didn’t use a condom. I wanted this to be a matter of trust and commitment from the very beginning. And the act of sex on his sweet body dredged up the memory of my first taking by Mario DiLane, and the joy of filling this young man with my hot semen was as satisfying to me as when Mario first did that for me—and I could tell by Ben’s sighs and moans that it was fully satisfying for him as well.

* * * *

Such were my memories twelve years later as I lay in the hospital under a death threat that I dare not tell my lover of.

When Ben visited me, we discussed only the future and what he was doing as the head dance master for various Broadway musicals—a position he had attained with his talent, to be sure, but also through the mentoring I had given him over the dozen years of our life together. After he had told me that he wouldn’t leave my bed after our first fucking unless I told him to do so, I let him know who I was and of the doors I could open if his talent was worthy. I told him he could live with me regardless, but that I would make a bald assessment of what he could do professionally and would help him attain his potential—but not push him beyond his potential. I had seen too many careers and lives collapse from overextension by some well-meaning mentor.

It turned out that there were no upward limits to his talent and creativity and that, after my initial help and mentoring, he soared on his own flight. I knew that his future in the entertainment industry would far surpass what I had accomplished, and I didn’t begrudge him that. Because I loved him. I loved him with every inch of my being.

Perhaps he one day would realize just how much I had loved him, although I would not be the one who told him.

In this vein, he not only told me of what he was working on and the gossip around Broadway that we both thrived on, but he also told me of the new, young male dancer he had discovered and who he was helping getting established. He waxed enthusiastically about Peter Crofton for some moments before he seemed to realize what he was revealing to me and changed the subject.

But I already knew that he and Peter were lovers. I’d known he had turned to Peter for solace not long after my cancer had been revealed and I broke off our sexual intimacy because it was just too painful for me to endure.

I knew of all of this and of how Ben was taking Peter under his wing and mentoring him in the theater arts. I knew this because it hadn’t been Ben who had discovered Peter and his talent—it had been me. Peter was my gift to Ben, my attempt to continue the cycle of love and commitment and mentoring that I myself had been part of and had benefited from. It was the greatest parting gift I knew of that I could give not only to Ben but also to my art. I had been part of a long chain of extraordinary entertainment talent arising and nourished from the satisfaction of the sexual release and commitment of successive elements of the cycle.

It didn’t really matter to me if Ben realized it now. In time he would. And by then he would have already fulfilled his contribution to the cycle. And now I understood what Frank Zimmerman meant all those years ago when he told me to keep the cycle going.

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Copyright 2008 Patricia Osmundsen

For those of you who so kindly asked for another story, here it is. Something new, in many ways. My first short story, my first story written specifically for you wonderful people, my first foray into anything other than simple sex. (Well, when is sex really simple? But you get my drift.) Also, my first try at creating some original lyrics within a story. I hope you enjoy this little piece.

Additional note: While working on a second Alex/Wade story, I re-read this one, and realized it needed a little more work. (I’m frequently guilty of tampering with intent to improve.) So I’ve added a scene or two, given a bit more information, and hopefully not ruined the whole dang thing in the process. My thanks to one brave reader who courageously pointed out that they caught the bad guy too easily. I’ve tried to fix that, as well. Hopefully, I succeeded. You be the judge.

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Alex Nightingale sat at the triple keyboard setup, fingers spread and waiting to lower as the stage lights came up and the house lights dimmed. He shifted on the stool and adjusted the battery pack that powered his hands-free microphone. He looked out at the tables that filled the lounge. The large club was crowded, and he knew the owner would be pleased. He looked toward the center of the stage, and watched the shadowy female figure become clearer as a baby spotlight brightened slowly. She was the reason for the large turnout. She was gifted, in more ways than one.

She was dressed as he was, in black leather pants, a matching leather vest, and a white tee shirt. He grinned. The outfit sounded boring, and on him it was. On Alison, however, it was sinful. The pants hung low on her hips, and clung to soft curves and lithe muscles like a living being that worshipped her form. Her tee shirt couldn’t possibly be any tighter, and the unbuttoned vest gaped enticingly, creating shadows that drew the eye and made you long for more light, so you could see what was hidden. Her long brown hair, straight and shining, hung to mid-back, thick and lustrous under the lights.

He played the opening bars to Evanescence’s Bring Me To Life, the piano notes falling soft and clear into an expectant hush. Alison began to sing and Alex could feel the crowd’s pleasure. Then the lead guitarist came in, Keith’s instrument and voice adding to the song, and Alison soared. Next was the drummer, then the base guitarist, Caitlin, who also sang backup, and the music filled the room. Alex provided the lead male vocal, his baritone blending effortlessly with Alison’s contralto. She prowled back and forth across the stage as the pace of the music picked up, and when they reached the bridge of the song, she moved toward him, leaned against him, and sang to him.

He felt the warmth of a blush creep up his neck. He didn’t like the attention, would have been perfectly happy if the light never fell on him, but he sang his part without faltering. Thankfully, she didn’t stay long. Once the refrain began, she was back at center stage, and he faded into comforting anonymity again.

They performed for two hours, the music ranging from current hits to tunes from the seventies, eighties, and nineties. They mixed in songs Alex had written. All were sung with Alison’s unique blend of smoky sensuality and hauntingly clear vocals. Alex stayed in the background, provided harmony or counterpoint vocals as needed, and played, his fingers gliding over the keys. When she announced a short break, he was off the stage and into the dressing room behind it before the house lights came up.

“We’ve got two requests for the next set,” Alison said, striding into the dressing room. She was glowing, her gray eyes sparkling and her lips curving in a wicked smile.

Alex leaned against the wall and sighed. “Why don’t I like the way you’re looking at me?”

“Probably because you’re a smart man, and you already know what I’m going to say.” She stopped in front of him, curled her fingers into his vest, and tipped her head to one side. At five-eight, she was only two inches shorter than her brother.

He frowned at her. “No way. I don’t mind providing back-up, but I’m not doing a solo number.”

“You can sit at the keyboard. I won’t make you take center stage.”

He shook his head. Keith and David started laughing, and he glared at them. Keith bent his head to needlessly tune his guitar, and David twirled a drum stick in his fingers. “I can’t, I’ll freeze up and ruin your show.”

“No, you won’t. You never do. Come on. I’ll even have them keep the light real dim, if that’ll help.”

He sighed. “What songs?”

She grinned at him. “Lonely No More and Ever the Same. And thank you.”

“A Rob Thomas fan. You’ve got the voice for it, Alex,” Caitlin said. He knew she loved Rob Thomas.

Alex glared at her. “I didn’t say yes, damn it.”

Caitlin chuckled. “You will. You always do.” The redhead looked over at Alison. “Who asked casino oyna for those songs?”

Alison grinned. “The club owner.”

By now everyone was laughing, and Alex flung his arms up in exasperated surrender. “Okay, fine, two songs.”

“Three.”

“What?”

Alison nodded. “I want you to sing Cursed Gift tonight.”

“Why? No one knows it, so it wasn’t requested.”

“A hunch.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “What are you playing at?”

“Nothing. Just sing the song, okay?”

“Shit. All right.”

Alison hugged him. “We’ll do the Thomas songs first, and save Gift for last. You’re the best, twin.”

“And you’re a terror. Tell the lighting guy to keep me in the shadows.”

The stage was dark when they returned, and Alex was thankful for that. He settled onto the stool behind the keyboard, heard the rest of the band move around and get ready, and felt a slender hand on his shoulder.

“Want me to stand here until you get going?

He nodded. “Thanks.”

“Can’t have my bro going all nervy on me. Just pretend we’re at home, rehearsing.”

He relaxed a little, heard her chuckle, and felt her confidence flow into him. He began to play, swinging into the opening bars and waiting for the band to join him. Once he started singing, he forgot the audience, and his voice rose smooth and clear, carried to the entire room over the sound system. He sang with his eyes half-closed, never leaving the safety of his keyboards, and kept his head in the music.

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He sat at the bar, nursing a drink and watching the keyboard player. Oh yes, what a wonderful choice those songs were. Perfectly suited for the smooth power of the masculine voice. He was a handsome devil, with thick, brown hair that dove off his forehead toward sleepy-looking gray eyes, full lips that formed each word with care, and a dimple that appeared when he smiled. The white tee shirt hugged wide shoulders and lightly muscled arms, the ends of the open vest dangled over a flat stomach, and pointed the way to the top of the low-slung pants. He wanted the man to come out from behind his equipment. He wanted to see if those pants were as tight on him as they were on the woman.

He wiped his upper lip clean of the sweat that had collected there. He shifted on the bar stool and tried to ease the pressure that was building in his groin. He kept his eyes on the man who’d captivated him. He looked so young and innocent. Just the way he liked them. I’ll have so much fun with you.

**********

The band continued playing two hour sets until the club closed, Alison taking the lead for everything except their final song. The crowd quieted when she took center stage and announced their final song. “This will wrap it up, folks. Let’s send you home with a song my brother wrote.”

The stage lights dimmed and Alex began the intro, joined by Keith and Caitlin, now playing acoustic guitars. For this song, Alison and the others provided backup vocals, letting Alex take the lead. Slow and melodic, David wove in and around the tune with a flute.

I’d give it all up in an instant,

the touch that brings knowledge and pain.

For one moment of silence, the warmth

of a kiss, things I’ll never know again.

This cursed gift that rules me, secludes and precludes

me from reaching out.

Left here alone, the arms of another, something

that I live without.

Once the song ended, the stage lights went out. There was a long moment of silence, and then applause that grew and built. Alex returned to the here and now with a shock, dismantled his keyboards and carted them backstage. He had them packed in their cases and was ready to leave when Alison showed up.

“Come on, shy one. The owner wants to talk to us.” She ignored the frown he sent her. “He already knows you don’t like to shake hands, so relax.” She latched onto his arm and dragged him out of the room and into the club proper.

The other band members were at the bar, grouped loosely around a tall, blond, and devastatingly handsome man, dressed in black jeans and a red tee shirt. The shirt strained over his muscular chest, hugged his arms tightly, and emphasized the strong abdomen. Alex felt a jolt that went straight to his dick, and wanted to turn around and leave. This gorgeous hunk was their boss-to-be? He’d noticed him while they were performing. Noticed? Couldn’t keep my eyes off him.

The blond smiled as they approached, and leaned against the bar. “Wade Turner,” he said, his blue eyes direct. “You left the audition before we could meet. Alison told me you’re not used to singing lead. I wanted to thank you, personally, for making the opening week a success. And for singing for me.”

Alex ducked his head and felt warmth stain his cheeks. “Oh, well, Alison and the band make me sound good.” Turner was a walking wet dream. At least, my wet dream, Alex thought. Broad shoulders that arrowed down to trim slot oyna hips. A deep tan that made his teeth whiter and eyes bluer. Topped with a chiseled jaw, strong face and thick, wheat-blond hair. Probably straight as a plumb line, too. Down boy. He felt a ripple of amusement in his mind, and gave a mental grin. What the hell, I can drool, can’t I, twin?

“I listened carefully during your solos, and you’re good. Your last song gave me chills.”

Alex shrugged. “So would fingernails on a chalkboard.”

“Are you always this self-effacing? Trust me, I’ve spent the last six months auditioning bands and singers, and you guys are great. I’m prepared to offer you a contract, if you’ll answer one question.”

“What?”

“Why is the band named TFB Relativity? I’ve been trying to figure it out for two weeks.”

Alison grinned. “My weird twin’s idea. We’re all trust fund babies, and sort of related. Keith and Caitlin are brother and sister, Keith and I are married, and Caitlin’s married to David. See?”

Wade chuckled. “I thought it was some obscure musical reference.” He gestured toward the bar. “I’m buying, if anyone wants a drink.”

“I’ll take a club soda with a twist.” Alex chose a stool halfway down the bar, glanced around the table area as the last of the patrons left, and rubbed at the back of his neck. The hair there, which should have rested on his skin, was standing up. He lifted the glass the bartender set before him, took a swallow, and spotted an empty glass six inches down the bar. He watched his hand reach out to pick it up, and felt the room fade and fall away.

**********

“Is your brother all right?” Wade tipped his head toward the other man. Alex was holding an empty glass, his face white and his hand shaking.

“Oh, shit.” Alison reached him in three long strides. “Alex, what is it? Come on, come out. Alex, come out.”

He turned his head slowly, and she saw his eyes. Pupils widely dilated, surrounded by a thin ring of steel gray. “Loverboy was here. Watching. He’s already picked number seven.” In the last nine months, the Loverboy Killer had struck six times, three in the last six weeks. The citizens of Phoenix were terrified. He was escalating, and the police were frantic to find him. Alex blinked, and his eyes slowly returned to normal. He set the glass down, but waved the bartender away from it. “Call Frank. Maybe he can lift prints from this.” His hands trembled.

She nodded, used her cell phone, and hung up thirty seconds later. “He’s on his way. Did you get anything else?”

“Maybe.” He looked past her. “Wade’s walking this way. Head him off.”

She nodded and intercepted the blond before he could reach them.

Wade looked at her, a frown knotting his brows. “What the hell was that about?”

She looked over his shoulder to the other band members, and jerked her chin toward the back of the club. They took the hint and headed for the dressing room. Alison sat down and pointed at a barstool opposite her. Wade perched one hip on the stool, grimaced slightly, and waited.

“Listen, we’d like to work here, but you have to understand something first.”

Wade raised an eyebrow. “I’m listening.”

“Alex has a gift, and I’m not talking about music. He calls it a curse, and I can’t say I blame him. It’s certainly brought him nothing but grief.” She shrugged. “What’s your opinion of psychic abilities?”

Bright blue eyes studied her carefully. “I’m undecided.”

She tilted her head. “It always comes down to show and tell. Okay.” She curled her fingers around his wrist. “Ah, that’s why you’ve been favoring your left leg. Sciatica. Okay, hold on.” She closed her eyes, hummed an odd little tune, and then released him. “How’s the hip?”

Wade stared at her. He’d felt a strange tingle as she’d hummed, and now the pain from the pinched nerve was gone. “How’d you do that?”

“Not a clue. This is my gift, and it’s more or less benign. His isn’t, and that’s why he doesn’t like to shake hands, or be touched, at all.”

“His song. But why would he consider it a curse?”

“I told you, his gift is different. I tune in on hurts, and heal them. Alex tunes in on thoughts, and hears them. Mine is voluntary and under my control. His isn’t.”

“Which means … what?”

“He’s a touch telepath, and wide open all the time.”

**********

He sat in his car and watched the rest of the band leave. The twins were still inside, along with the owner and the bartender. Well, he could wait. His prey couldn’t stay in there forever. Another car pulled up, a man got out, strode to the front door, and was admitted. The beefy, dark-haired man was so obviously a cop, the word could have been branded on his forehead. Shit, now he had to leave. Were they onto him? He’d done nothing to create suspicion. Unless the rumors he’d heard about his latest prey were true. If so, what did it mean to him? Should he go ahead, or find another?

He smiled. He’d canlı casino siteleri just change the plan a little, alter the timetable. He was nothing if not flexible. He’d still get what he wanted. He drove around the parking lot to the back, where the employees parked. He kept his mind quiet, and waited. This could be fun.

**********

Frank saw Alex at the bar, an empty glass sheltered within the circle of his forearms. He looks tired. Damn, let us catch this bastard soon. He sat down next to Alex, squeezed his shoulder in a brief hello, and gave him a smile. “What an opening night, huh?”

“Oh, yeah, I live for moments like this.” One corner of his mouth lifted in a weary smile, and he drew his arms away from the glass. “You might get his prints. Which probably won’t help you, because I don’t think he has a record. He’s too careful for that. Still, I had to call you.”

“What did you get?”

“First, a promise. You have to keep this from Alison.”

Frank leaned back. “I thought you two don’t have secrets. That you’re in each other’s heads too much to hide things.”

“She told you that, not me. I learned a long time ago to shield part of my mind from her. I had to.” He ran his finger through the condensation on his glass and stared at the top of the bar. “The things I’ve seen … no way she should share that. No one else should ever see the monsters that inhabit my mind.” He looked up again. “So, give me your promise. Alison doesn’t hear this from you.”

Frank stared at the pale face, the shadowed flesh under steel gray eyes, and the determined mouth of the younger man he’d come to consider a friend. “All right. You have my word.”

“He has a new target picked out.” Alex rubbed the back of his neck. “He’s focused on me. I’m his next victim. And I think he knows I’m onto him.”

**********

Wade drummed his fingers on the top of the bar. He’d seen the man touch Alex’s shoulder, and had to suppress an unexpected surge of jealousy. “He’s a telepath. You’re not shitting me?”

“Believe it or don’t, but see the guy sitting with him? He’s a detective with homicide. Hard-nosed as you’ll ever meet. He believes.”

“Your brother helps the cops? How?”

“He’s also clairvoyant. He picks up things about people from items they’ve handled. Sometimes the cops bring him things from cases they’re working. Sometimes, like tonight, he calls them.”

“So, Alex touched that empty drinking glass, and ‘picked up’ something that made him call the cops? What, is some guy gonna go home and shoot his wife? How the hell does that help?”

“If only it was something that simple.” She watched Wade’s blue eyes grow wide.

“He’s working on the Loverboy Killer.” So named by the media, the Loverboy Killer singled out gay men. Wade swallowed as news accounts of the atrocities committed by this beast flickered through his mind. “Jesus, Alison, every gay man in town is looking twice at people they’ve known all their lives because of this bastard. Big as I am, I haven’t even dated in six months, wondering if some new guy might be him. Your brother’s trying to help catch him?” He saw her eyes close briefly, noticed the sudden trembling of her hands. “Tell me Alex isn’t gay, please.”

“Well, I’d be lying. He isn’t in the closet, either. Hasn’t been for years.” She looked down at her hands. “I tried to get him to take off with me, just cut and run. He wouldn’t. I told him he could at least stay out of this one, keep his head down. He didn’t.”

“Hopefully his partner keeps an eye on him.”

“He isn’t involved with anyone. Not in a long time. It’s … difficult.”

Wade rubbed his eyes. “That’s what his song was about. That touch thing?”

She uttered a strangled laugh. “Yeah, that touch thing. After a few dates, most guys run. Too … intrusive. It isn’t like he can help it, but they don’t see it that way. One guy stuck around long enough to … shit, what the hell am I doing? I never talk this much.”

Wade spread his hands, palms up. “I’m a good listener. And right now, you’re worried. Anyone can see that.” He looked over at the slender man and felt the urge to scoop him up and hide him somewhere safe. What the hell? I don’t even know him. Maybe not, but he’d watched him all night. Alex had a beautiful body, the voice of an angel, and devilish eyes. And he didn’t even know it. He was completely unaware of how captivating, sexy, and flat out gorgeous he was. Wade turned his head with an effort to find Alison’s gray eyes on him.

“One guy stuck around long enough to what?”

She shook her head. “Not my place to say. Anyway, he’s done talking and will be here soon.” A tiny smile curved her lips upward. “Yeah, we have a stronger link than most twins. You’ll get used to it. Or not.”

Frank and Alex stood and shook hands. Frank had the glass tucked in an evidence bag, and headed for the front door. Alex walked toward them and paused at Alison’s shoulder. “I’m going to load up my equipment and head home. I need a shower and sleep.” He nodded at Wade. “Sorry to cut and run, but I’m beat.”

Wade stood. “Need a hand?”

“No, thanks. I’m used to it.” He waved a casual goodbye and walked toward the back of the club.

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“Fuuuuck! I love it! So good! Don’t stop!” I was lost in the feeling of how natural it felt to take his load. I didn’t even care that I hadn’t cum. I could feel his cock pulsing in my ass and that meant I got my reward. I loved it and let Sam know, “Oh Sam! Oh fuuuuck! Keep cumming man!” I tried to keep squeezing my hole, milking his cock and keep him in me and not lose a drop.

“Unnnnhhh… unnhhh… unhhhh!” I could feel Sam flexing his cock in me, pushing more of his seed into me, deeper. We continued to kiss and Sam’s weight slowly melted onto me. We lay there, locked in an embrace, his cock still hard and our breathing slowly returning to normal.

My head was buried in his neck and my hands were still on his ass pulling him into me, not letting him out.

I turned my head to look at Sam. “I want more of that. A lot more of that.”

We spent the rest of the night draining ourselves.

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In the coming weeks, Sam and I continued to fuck like crazy whenever possible. Our results came in and they were perfectly clear. Being able to bareback opened us up to a more intense world as the intimacy seemed to increase. I would occasionally wake up to feel his hard dick digging into me during the night, whereupon I would open myself up to him and enjoy a sleepy fuck that felt like part dream and part porno. I would lie on my side, pushing back into Sam’s hot cock, his precum our only lube sometimes, until he gushed his load into my willing ass. Arms wrapped around me, head buried in my neck, legs twisted with mine, a slow passionate fuck that became a fantasy of mine without even knowing it. I was becoming more submissive and while I was still looking at women, my sex life became consumed by cock – Sam’s cock. We still maintained a balance of being FWB but the reality was that we often put sex with each other over sex with others… that’s not to say we didn’t have others in our bed’s…

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A few weeks after going full bareback, during another hot sex session, Sam started to tell me how he wanted to see me take another cock. He was bent over me, giving it to me from behind and whispered into my ear, “Don’t you wish you had a cock to suck on, right now?” I moaned loudly and it was obvious that I did and Sam knew about my previous experiences.

“Wouldn’t it be so hot, to hold a cock in your hand and have another in your mouth as I fuck you like the slut you are? Is that what you want?”

“Unnnnh yesssss daddy. Anything for you.” The thought turned me on so much and I tried to push my hole back on to his cock more.

“No,” Sam replied, “I know you’ll do anything for me. I want you, to want it for you; I want to see how slutty you are, how bad you need it.”

I breathed out, “I want it bad. I love cock. I want to be used.”

Sam leaned back, “Fucking right you do!” he exclaimed. “That’s fucking hot.” He started to pump my ass hard and the sound of him slamming his cock into me filled the room.

Now it was my turn to give it back to him, “I want cock! Lots of cock! Filling me, while you watch me take it!”

Sam grabbed my hips even harder and started power fucking me, pulling his cock all the way to where just his head stayed in me and then slamming it as hard into me as possible. It hurt but in a good way. “You like that? You want to be used? You want to be my fuck toy? Used by my friends? Become a gay toy?”

I moaned loud, “Oooohhh god yes!” and my cock got rock hard again after going down a bit from him slamming my ass.

Sam pulled his cock all the way out and told me to flip over, “I want to see you tell me that’s what you want.”

I flipped over and pulled my knees back and Sam played with his cock at my hole, teasing me.

He grabbed my cock which was leaking and played with it, “Wow! You are really turned on by this idea aren’t you?”

I nodded, “Yes! I’d love another threesome!”

Sam pinned my legs back as far as they could go, exposing me and opening me up even more. He then drove his cock into me in one easy push.

I wrapped my legs around him, “I want your friends to fuck me.”

Sam leaned down and kissed me aggressively to which I responded in turn while pulling him into me.

“Is that what you want?” Sam asked as he continued to fill me, kissing me between words. “You want more cock?”

“Yes! Set it up babe! I want it!”

Sam started to have an urgency in his thrusts when he heard me say it.

“Yesssss! Fucking! So! Hot!” Sam started to moan and I could feel him get harder and his breathing quicken.

“Breed me daddy! Cum in me! Make me ready for other guys!” I 100% wanted other cock and with Sam’s cock in me, I couldn’t wait to have more.

Sam slowed down his thrusts and pressed casino oyna into me even more deeply as he unleashed his seed into my eager hole. “Unnnnhhhhhh! Fuck yeah babe! Take my load! Take your reward!”

I buried my head in his shoulder as he came and tried to revel in the feeling of him loading my ass up with his sperm. This was my favorite thing in the world because it was so intimate yet taboo. Two people could never be closer than at this moment. I now understood why some of my ex-girlfriends were such cumsluts – I loved it too, now.

I was close to cumming but didn’t care as long as Sam had given me his load. At this point in our relationship, Sam would sometimes not allow me to touch my cock until he said I could. Sometimes he wouldn’t even allow me to jerk off for days to make me even more willing to have me cum from him fucking me and of course when I did cum, it would be a huge load. If he didn’t make me cum from him just fucking me, he might finger my ass and help me out but he might also punish me by not allowing me to unload at all just to show me who was in charge. When I did cum, it was almost exclusively from just prostate stimulation. My loads were huge and my orgasms dizzying. It was worth it not to touch myself for that alone. Sam was trying to train me into just being “a fag that needs cock to cum”. It was working.

After that night, we discussed how we would set up our threesome. Sam said he had an acquaintance, Alex, that liked to play and he was sure he would be into having fun with me. They had never hooked up but Sam said they always flirted and Alex had a reputation as a good guy. He emailed him to catch up about how he was doing and drop some “subtle” hints.

“… my new friend is discovering some new things about himself. We should catch up… “

Alex responded that they should indeed get together and Sam and him did meet up for coffee but after that, Sam didn’t say much about it except for that Alex was interested but that he had lots of “things” going on and it might be a while before we could all get together. In the while, though, Sam continued to fuck my ass and push my limits, blindfolding and tying me up among other things. I knew I loved sucking dick, but one evening, I got an even better understanding of how much I loved dick.

A few weeks later, Sam and I had met up at his place on a Thursday night with no plans except to get high and fuck. As we passed the dong bong, back and forth, Sam played some bareback porn for us on the computer and he started to talk that talk, “I can’t believe what a cocksucker I’ve turned you into. I bet you’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?”

I took a big rip of the bong, held it and finally exhaled, before smiling at Sam, “Your cock makes me greedy.”

A very nice high had fallen upon me, making me even more relaxed and horny. We didn’t have to work the next day so I was planning on staying over and letting things happen. Sam kept checking his phone but I didn’t really think anything of it. We lay on his bed, making out and playing with each other’s cock and my hole. By this point in our relationship, my ass didn’t need a lot of warm up – Sam had truly made it his hole. We were down to just our underwear and Sam moved on top of me, stroking my cock lightly, tickling it, and making it hard as an iron spike. “I love seeing how excited you get for me,” Sam smirked and then mocked me by saying, “It’s so hot for a straight guy.”

I squeezed his cock through his underwear and muttered, “I think you fuck the straight out of me a bit more every time.”

“Yeah? You like that though, don’t you? Getting a bit gayer every time we fuck?” Sam squeezed my cock harder as he emphasized on the word ‘fuck’.

“Yesssss… I love getting fucked by a cock. So much… feels so good. So natural.” Even after the months of him pounding me full of his cum, our sex talk never stopped and in fact, would often escalate in its degradation and submissiveness.

“It is natural, babe. I love hearing you say that.” Sam leaned in to kiss me and I wrapped my legs around him.

“Fuck me babe. I need it!” I begged.

“Fuck! You are even starting to sound gay!” Sam said and mimicked how a fey sounding guy might sound, “Fuck me babe! I neeeed it!”

“Nooo!” I said, looking Sam in the eye. I was partly offended by his comment but my cock hardened and flexed at the thought and my ass tingled.

Sam laughed, “Ha! Look at how hard you are… You want to be gay! You want to be a complete fag and walk around like a twink, swishing that ass!”

I was torn; the idea of being a twink repulsed me but turned me on so much. I knew Sam was just talking dirty to me but this took it to a new level. My ass literally opened up at the thought of being an out of the closet twink who reveled in his gayness. I had never wanted cock more in my life at that moment.

“Fuck me, Sam! Keep making me gay! I want it! I want to be turned, babe! Fuck me! Like a twink!” I rolled my ass up and ripped off slot oyna my underwear. I think I caught Sam off guard, “Wow” was all he managed to say.

I lay on the bed and pulled my legs back, fully exposing my ass to him. “Fuck me baby! You own my hole! Convert me even more!”

Sam dove in headfirst, pulling my cheeks apart and driving his tongue deep into my pussy. I moaned like a bitch.

“Pleasssseee fuck me!”

“Not yet… you need to have your pussy spread open for me… show me how bad you want it.”

I decided to turn the tables on Sam and put on the gayest accent I could, “Fuck me stud… fuck my pussy and make me your bitch!”

It had the effect I hoped for. Sam didn’t even pull his underwear off all the way, he just pulled his cock out, lubed it up and drove it into me with my hands pulling him deeper into me, the both of us letting out moans as we became one. My knees and feet were almost over my head as he filled me up, his hands on my shoulders and the back of my knees on his shoulders. Sam drilled me hard and fast, “I love hearing you talk like that! I’m going to convert your ass for real. Make you never want women again… just like you want. Make you walk and talk like a fag!”

I gasped and looked up. Sam had me bent almost in half and I could have sucked my own dick if he kept at it. Unfortunately, his apartment phone rang to let us know that someone was downstairs. Sam stopped and looked at me and smiled, “You ready for a big surprise?”

“Don’t stop fucking me!” I pleaded. I couldn’t believe that he was stopping to answer the phone.

“Ha! You have no idea how fucked you are about to get.” Sam pulled his cock out of me and answered the door buzzer, “Come on up!”

Suddenly, it hit me – we were about to have our threesome! “Is that Alex?!?!”

“Yup! You ready to have some fun?” Sam pulled his underwear all the way on and a pair of shorts with a t-shirt so I did the same. Just when I thought the night couldn’t get any hotter, the temperature was about to go way up!

Soon, there was a knock at the door and Sam let Alex in. In walked a very slim, good looking guy. About 5’10 with blonde hair and green eyes, Alex carried himself with confidence which was evident when he introduced himself.

“Hi. I’m Alex” and laughed lightly as he looked me up and down.

Sam introduced me, “This is Matt. The guy that’s been waiting for you and he’s very warmed up and ready for you.”

I finally spoke, “This is so hot. I am definitely ready! I can’t believe that Sam set this up!” Being high from the pot, I had no shyness left and I felt very mellow, comfortable and very ready.

Sam looked at me and smiled, “I knew you’d be game, babe. Alex and I have just been trying to fit it into our schedules.”

Alex had taken off his jacket and was standing there, looking at us before he spoke, “It looks like you guys have already started. Having fun?”

Sam had moved behind me and started to grind his cock against me with his hands on my hips, “We were just getting started. His hole is warmed up and he is in a very submissive mood tonight. Aren’t you, baby?”

I placed my hands on Sam’s hands and pushed my ass back at Sam, “Mmmmm. I am… very submissive tonight.” My cock went from a chubby state to a full hard on.

Sam leaned into me and bit my neck, “Why don’t you make Alex more comfortable? Show him just how submissive you are? Why don’t you get down and suck his cock?”

Alex started to unbuckle his belt and jeans as I knelt in front of him. I finished the job for him and could see his cock already starting to get hard through his underwear.

“Pull it out and suck it,” Alex said as he looked down at me.

I fished it out and took his six inches to the root. He moaned and grabbed the back of my head and started pushing and pulling me up and down his cock.

I loved sucking dick. I absolutely loved it. I loved the way it felt in my mouth. The way it tasted. The way I could make it grow in my mouth. The way it expanded when a guy was about to cum. I simply couldn’t get enough. I never turned down Sam when he wanted a blow job and all that practice made me an expert deep throat cock sucker. I rarely gagged and my jaw didn’t even get sore anymore. I had dated a girl once who loved sucking dick and complained about a wasted load when you didn’t cum in her mouth. She blew me every time I wanted and loved gagging on cock. She loved being called a cocksucker and now I knew exactly what she felt. There was a power in sucking cock somehow. Something that made me fulfilled. I didn’t understand it but I didn’t care so long as I had a cock to suck. Sam made sure I had lots of his cock to suck and I loved it and I loved being called a ‘cocksucker’. There wasn’t any turning back, and there was so much to learn – and tonight I was learning I couldn’t get enough.

Sam came over and stood next to Alex. I reached up and squeezed his cock until he pulled his it out which caused me to pull off of Alex’s cock and immediately canlı casino siteleri deep throat Sam’s member. I had one hand on each of their cocks and I played with one while sucking the other.

“Fuck, Sam. You were right. He is a giant cocksucker!” I moaned at the thought that Sam had told Alex what a cocksucker I was and this encouraged me even more. I started going back and forth between the cocks, deep throating them until I had both of them moaning. They both had a hand on the back of my head, but I didn’t need their guidance – I wanted them more than they could ever know. At one point, Alex played with his cock on my face and I just moaned and licked him all over until I ended up sucking on his balls. I looked up at Sam and he smiled, “Ready for the bedroom, fag?”

I moaned and nodded my head with Alex’s balls still in my mouth.

We moved into the bedroom where Sam told me to lie on my back and play with my pussy, “Show Alex how much you need it, boy.”

I stripped naked and laid down and then pulled my balls up with one hand before working my fingers into my hole. I was still fairly slick from the lube I had in me, but I wanted to be ready so I applied more lube till I could easily work three fingers in and out of my chute and press on my prostate.

“Who do you want first, babe?” Sam asked. “We’re both ready for you.”

I looked over and Sam’s cock was fiercely hard as was Alex who was holding an unopened condom package.

I stared into Sam’s’ eyes, “I want you first so you can cum in me and then Alex can work it into me deeper.”

“Wowww, you fucking slut!” Sam exclaimed.

He wasted no time, climbed on top of me and lined up his cock with my hole, pushing just the head into me before he grabbed my hands and pulled them out of the way, and then he drove his cock into me in one perfect push.

“Unnhhhhh!” I moaned, as did Sam. He was now lying on top of me, still holding my wrists out to the sides of me. “What next? What do you want now?” Sam asked although was more of a rhetorical question. He knew exactly what I wanted.

I turned my head and looked at Alex, “Bring that cock over here.”

Sam leaned back to get out of the way as Alex stepped to the side of the bed and lifted one knee up beside me as he offered his cock to my mouth which warmly accepted it. I was in heaven. Sam started to get into a rhythm with his hands on my hips and my legs wrapped around him while my head bobbed upon Alex’s cock. Alex tasted amazing and Sam felt perfect in me. I moaned and tried to go with their natural movements, imagining what the scene looked like in my head which turned me on even more. My cock swayed to the rhythm of their sex.

Alex had a hand on my head, pulling my hair and using my mouth. I continued moaning and felt my cock grow.

“Don’t you dare cum, fag!” Sam hissed. “You’ll cum when I say so. I own your ass, don’t I?”

I moaned around Alex’s cock but that wasn’t enough for Sam, who drilled me harder, “Say it, gay boy!”

I pulled off of Alex’s cock and took a quick breath, “You do,” before I went back to swallowing Alex.

“I do, what? Say it cocksucker!” Sam demanded, seemingly to ensure that Alex and I understood who was in charge.

I pulled off of Alex’s hard cock again, but this time a trail of saliva and cock juice hung from my mouth as I admitted it to Sam while trying to again catch my breath from sucking cock, “You own my ass and cock. You are in charge, sir.”

Sam moaned and so did Alex as I licked his cock. Sam looked down at me and again asked, this time sarcastically, “Who owns your hole?”

“You do, babe. You own it. It’s yours.” My cock flexed as I said it, growing harder and harder, waving in the air to the ministrations of the fucking and sucking of our bodies. Admitting it in front of Alex made me find an even deeper submissiveness in me, turning me on more and more. My cock was flared a deep red and looked almost angry as it leaked my precum.

Sam started to drill my ass even harder telling Alex to use my mouth. “He loves it. He wanted to suck my cock the first time he saw me. Didn’t you straight boy?”

I managed to muffle a moan around Alex’s cock. Alex liked that and moaned, “Mmmmmm Look how straight you are… sucking my cock and taking it in your ass like a natural. Yeah straight boy, let it go… just enjoy what you really are… gay… just like us… yeah… you love it and want it… more and more… good boy.”

Sam had his hands on my hips and thighs, pulling me deeper onto him. I could start to feel him pick up the urgency.

“You feel so good babe. Your ass is perfect for taking cock. You take it so easily and naturally.”

I started to moan more and more as I could feel Sam’s cock get harder and bigger. He adjusted his position a bit and really started to hit my prostate. My moans got louder and Sam responded, “You like that, babe? You like me hitting your gay spot?” I moaned and nodded as best as I could with Alex’s cock in my mouth. Sam picked up the intensity, “Yeah straight boy, let it go… just give yourself to it… be that fag that you want to be… you know you do… “

I could feel my orgasm building and Sam must have felt it too. “You want to cum, straight boy?”

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