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***HE***

The shots of alcohol hit him hard and fast. Josh didn’t realize how buzzed he was until the redhead bumped into him on the dance floor. He managed to stop himself from falling over, but the abrupt movements left his head trying to catch up. Some of his buddies straightened him up and asked if he was okay. They had seen Jackie leave after he’d carried her upstairs, and now he wasn’t looking too good. He nodded, mumbling something inaudibly and continued his withdrawal from the party. He had lost the mood to be sociable, and was already wondering how much longer the party would go on.

At the top of the stairs, it occurred to Josh that he had not seen Manny in a while. He didn’t recall seeing her on the dance floor, and thought it worth a peek around the house. He turned slowly, checking his balance as he spun. He was better this time, and brave enough to descend the stairs without grasping for the rail. He started on the main floor, searching through every room. Then he went down to the basement near the bar, shaking off the thought of another shot. “Focus,” he whispered to himself as he walked. Manny had to be here somewhere, and it was his duty to watch out for his little sister.

Fifteen minutes passed, and Josh had completed his tour of the lower floors of the house.

Manny wasn’t on both dance floor, and no one had seen her in a while. One of the frat brothers remembered her asking for a bathroom, so maybe she had gone upstairs. “Of course,” Josh thought. She was probably drinking too much and was now paying her dues to the porcelain gods. He smirked to himself as he headed back upstairs. “High schoolers. They think they can handle the college parties, but they can’t.”

Josh turned off the top of the stairs and stuck his head into the bathroom doorway. “Manny! Manny you in there?”

“Who the fuck is Manny,” a deep voice snapped back from one of the stalls.

“My sister, dipshit. Have you seen her?”

“As far as I know, I’m the only one in here, bro.”

“Takin a stroke ’cause you can’t get no poke?”

“Oh, fuck you!”

Josh turned, laughing out loud as he headed for the room. It was the only sensible place left that she might be. He was not ready for panic mode just yet. She was probably unconscious after emptying her stomach in the bathroom. He imagined he would find her snoring on her bed. She used to snore when she was younger, and he wondered if she still did that. He thought to open the door slowly in an effort to not wake her, but figured if she was sleeping through the party ruckus, opening the door couldn’t do any harm.

Dim light from the door fanned across the room like the curtain before the opening act. Josh could never have guessed what the first act would be, but he discovered he had front row seats. Manny’s legs were spread wide and her dress was pulled up to her waist. Her fingers were at work as she gyrated and moaned, but her eyes were closed as she was deep inside her fantasy. Josh stood in silence, frozen to the spot. His eyes were transfixed between her legs and he watched in awe as for the second time tonight, he saw his little sister as a sexual being. She was moaning just loud enough for him to hear it above the noise from downstairs. The syllable was not quite discernable, so he stepped further into the room; closing the door behind him and muting the din from below. She repeated her groan more clearly this time, and it brought his cock to attention.

“Josh,” her voice wavered, drifting off into space. Then again, she repeated his name as she slid her fingers in deeper. “Teach me what its like,” she pleaded dreamily. “I want to feel you inside me.”

Josh felt the hardness growing in his pants. It was pleading to be released, yet from above, the instructions were to stand fast. His hand unconsciously stroked the fabric that held his mindless desire, while his mind raced wildly, still clouded by the drinking. He watched Manny’s hand as it traced the length her body, up to squeeze her firm young breasts. Her nipples stood proudly against the shimmering fabric of her dress, and yearned for a tongue to lick them. Would he dare oblige them, he heard his güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri mind ponder, but was equally ashamed by the thought. He tried to create some distance by taking a step back, only to knock over her hairdryer.

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***SHE***

Manny was startled by the sound of the hairdryer as it fell from the table. She tried to cover up as fast as she could, grabbing the side of the bed sheets and pulling them over her naked legs while trying to roll herself into a cocoon. “Get out!” she demanded from her veil of cover. She listened for the sound of movement, but there was none. She yelled again, louder this time. “Get out of here you Peeping Tom! I’ll scream ‘rape’. My brother is downstairs!”

“Emmanuelle,” Josh said just above the party noise.

“Get the hell out!” she screamed again, this time her fury gave her the courage to face the intruder. She sat up with the sheets still wrapped across her chest and looked into his face. Her mouth dropped open in silence. Her brother stood not 5 feet away. It was difficult to hold his gaze. His eyes expressed surprise and embarrassment but the bulging outline in his pants expressed arousal.

“Manny,” Josh started again. “I didn’t mean to walk in on… I mean, I should have knocked. I just never expected that you would be…”

“I never expected to either,” Manny began. “I have seen so many things tonight, and I started thinking about them again. I got, well.. So I started to…”

“I know,” Josh responded. “These parties can get pretty wild sometimes. I was worried about what you might see once you got here.” His face was turning to a look of disappointment, and he could feel his erection subsiding. “I mean, even I was…”

“I know,” Manny interrupted sheepishly. She swallowed hard before the next words left her lips. “I saw you with that girl in the room down the hall.”

His eyes widened at the news. “You saw me with Jackie? You saw what she was doing to me?”

“THAT was Jackie,” she asked? “She is beautiful, just like you said. I thought you wanted to be with her, Josh. What happened in there? Why did you stop?”

“It wasn’t right. That is not the way I wanted to be with her.” Josh’s face showed signs of remorse.

Manny sat up on the side of the bed with her feet back on the floor. “I’m sorry, Josh.” She could feel his pain, and was struggling to understand the feelings she was having right now. “It’s her loss, not yours.”

He continued, “I don’t want her pity. And I don’t want to be a way for her to get over her guilt. I’ve known her too long, and she has known how I feel about her.”

“I would never do that to you. I mean, if some guy felt that way about me, I could never do that to him.” Suddenly the conversation changed. “Do you think I’m pretty,” Manny blurted out. “Would guys think I am as beautiful and sexy as Jackie? Would they want to be with me as badly as you wanted to be with her?”

The change of topics caught Josh off guard and he tried to find a neutral response. “I couldn’t compare you two. You have different qualities.”

“Do YOU think I’m beautiful? Do you think I am sexy?”

It was obvious that Manny was boldly going down a road Josh was unsure he wanted to travel, but thought back to when he found himself unconsciously leering at Manny downstairs. He remembered the hard on as she moved about the room dancing. His little sister was growing into a beautiful sexy young woman, and if his conscious mind was struggling to cope, his baser instincts had already rendered their decision. He nodded to her in silence, unwilling to hear himself say the words.

“Do you love me, Josh?”

“Of course I do, you are my sister.” Josh was trying to maintain a level of distance from the conversation, but he could feel himself being swept away with the tide.

“Will you help me then?”

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***THEY***

Josh grew nervous even before the words finished leaving his mouth. He knew the answer, but the question came out anyway. “Help you with what?”

Manny pulled the sheet from across her lap, exposing her long thinly muscled güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri legs. Part of her dress was still up high enough for him to see her pubic hair. “I want you to show me what it’s like. I want to know how good it feels to have sex. Please teach me.”

“Emmanuelle, I can’t do that. It is just so wrong!”

She spread her legs wider and reached for his hips. She pulled him closer by the belt loops on his pants. His hardon was most obvious to her now. “Please,” she whispered again. “I know you won’t hurt me because you love me, and I love you too so I won’t tell anyone. Show me how to do what Jackie was doing. Let me see what it’s like to do that.”

The last shards of resistance and reason melted away as he looked down at her sweet face. Her brown hair was falling across the sides of her face and there was true love in her eyes. He loved her as well, and knew this was testing the limits, but he couldn’t focus on why he shouldn’t do this, and finally succumb to her desires for an education that isn’t found in any college course of study.

Manny held his belt loops until he opened his buckle and zipper. Then she let them fall to his ankles, and his penis was just one layer away. Josh lowered his boxers and his hardness sprang into view. She found its thickness surprising and wondered if she could ever stretch to fit its girth. Josh took it in hand, giving it a few strokes. Class was about to begin and he wanted to be sure he was fully ready.

Josh stood before her, as Manny tested its weight with both hands. “I have been thinking about your penis since I saw you with Jackie,” she said. “And before that I saw some girl sucking some guy in the shower. I wanted to try it.”

Manny leaned forward to take the end of his cock in her mouth. It was not difficult to get her mouth around it, but she could not take it very deeply without the urge to gag. “That’s okay,” Josh said as he stroked her soft brown hair. “Concentrate your tongue and lips around the head, and use your hands in a circle as an extension of your mouth for the rest of it.”

She was a quick study, and her excitement was obvious. She paused to slide off the bed and drop to her knees on the floor. Josh kicked his pants aside and assumed the position for the rest of the way. Manny’s tongue lapped at every inch of his throbbing flesh, kissing him down to his dangling balls. She held them gently and scratched the hair with her fingernails, drawing gasps of pleasure from above. It wasn’t long before he could feel the approaching orgasm. She pumped him in and out of her mouth and hands faster and faster, and his hips were thrusting in time. Her excitement grew with each thrust, as she felt his hands holding the top of her head. His groans escalated until she felt him withdraw, saying he was about to cum.

“Use your hands now, keep stroking it,” he instructed. Manny did as she was told and used both hands to stroke his length as fast as she could. His body began to shudder and it was not long before he was shooting his offering onto her chest. She stroked until every drop was released, amazed by the experience. She wanted more, but Josh put his hands over hers to slow her pace, and allowing his erection to subside.

Manny sat still with her eyes fixated on his cock. She watched closely as it began to droop, losing its will to stand. “Does it come back,” she asked with a hint of despair. “I want to try some more.”

Josh tried not to laugh at the question. “Yes it does, my dear little sister, but it will take a little time. In the meantime, I think you better remove that dress. It’s going to need a cleaning after that.”

The dress was matted to her chest by his ejaculate. It clung to her small pert breasts and pointed nipples, and she stood to peel it off. Josh admired her succulent body as he slipped his sweater over his head. Her elongated form with arms stretched high was a magnificent site to behold. Manny was a wonderful vision of strong shapely calves and legs, tight firm abs, perfectly sized flawless breasts with finely toned arms and shoulders. He saw the beautiful young woman Manny had become, and he güvenilir bahis şirketleri was quite eager to demonstrate his appreciation.

Josh stepped closely behind her as Manny’s dress finished its ascent. His hands gently traced the sides of her torso, savoring the warmth of her flesh. She shook her head to free her hair, radiating the flowery sent of her shampoo to his nostrils. He pulled her closer, pressing her muscled back against his chiseled abs and chest. Snaking forward, his strong swimmer’s arms embraced her tightly, fingers pinching her wanting nipples.

The electricity leapt from her breasts to her clit, and she leaned further into his body, emitting a long relieved groan.

“You are beautiful Emmanuelle,” Josh whispered in her ear. “You are sexy, and I do want you, any guy would. I love you, and I will teach you.”

She spun in his arms, putting hers around his neck. She looked deeply into his eyes and smiled. “I’m happy you are the one to teach me, Josh,” and then she kissed him softly on the lips.

He sat her close to the foot of the bed and gestured for her to lie back before bending down to his knees. Holding her ankles, Josh raised Manny’s legs and draped them over his broad shoulders. She shuddered with the thought of her brother seeing her in this most revealing position, but was simultaneously eager for his first touch. Feathery kisses danced up her thighs; first one leg and then the other. He teased with his slow approach, feeling her roil with flaming desire. She parted her wet hairy lips, exposing her large hard clit; the gesture a plea to experience his tongue. Her clit was huge by Josh’s experience, and her fragrance was irresistible.

Manny’s hard clit slid quickly into his mouth and he suckled as if it were candy. Her hands flittered at her sides caressing her fingertips from hip to chest. Josh’s fingers pushed inside her while his tongue lapped at her clit, driving her on to further heights. He briefly pulled away and her hips rose from the bed yearning for more. He knew she was ready and wrapped his arms tightly over her legs. He sucked her large clit into his mouth and drove her over the top. She screamed with the onrushing climax, tossing her head frantically from side to side. Lost in the wake, she scratched at her stomach, raising red marks, and pulled furiously at her nipples. At the peak of her release she was pushed higher still by the finger Josh pushed into her ass. It was abrupt and unexpected, but the pain was fuel on her bonfire. She shrieked at his assault. She had never imagined putting anything in her ass, but it was exciting and she wanted more. She cried ‘yes’ over and over as the glorious feelings subsided and her racing heart started to slow.

“Oh my God,” she whispered from a hoarse throat. “Josh, that was incredible.”

He crawled up onto the bed and Manny saw his stiff cock dangling between his legs. She raised her knees as he brought himself down over her, wanting to feel the thickness of his cock. Josh paused to put on protection and had time to think about what he was doing. She saw his hesitation and pulled him to her, whispering “I want this, please Josh. I want this to be with you.”

Josh rose again and Manny lifted her legs while her hand guided his cock to her. Her lips parted under his steadily increasing pressure. Her warm wet virginal flesh strained to accept his girth. Each slow thrust parted her more deeply than the one before. She concentrated on the ripples of pleasure emanating from their connection; ignoring the twinges of pain as she tried to get comfortable with his intrusion. The thrusts were slow and shallow and seemed to go on and on. He kissed her neck and face throughout. His hands stroked her hair and caressed her body until his breathing became faster and he started to groan. He let loose a low guttural moan and his hips started to shudder. Emmanuelle wrapped herself tightly around him and pulled him insider her as deeply as she could bear. She felt the tension seep from his muscles, but she would not let him go for a very long time.

She felt their hearts beating in unison and knew that he was the right one to be her first. She loved her brother and knew that he loved her. Even if he had never said the words, she could feel it in his touch. She had given her virginity to the man that cared most about her in the world, and no one cared more for him than she. It will probably be an uncomfortable tomorrow, but today had ended just right.

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Emily woke up to a bird singing outside her window, and a fresh breeze teasing her skin. It was fresh and delicious, and she turned to savor the smells as she continued to doze. A moment later, there was a scurry of little feet, and several little tongues were eagerly licking her face and shoulder. “Go away,” she murmured, putting a pillow between her face and the puppies, and turned onto her back. Then she felt several wet electric intruders on her rib cage and other very sensitive parts of her body, which caused her to sit bolt upright, eyes wide open. “Out!” she yelled, “All of you, out!”

Several pairs of little eyes looked back at her, sad and eager at the same time. She held up her hand dramatically, pointing toward the door, and a whistle from the kitchen summoned her wake up committee back to the kitchen, followed by several low chuckles. A strong aroma of bacon competed with the fresh outdoor scent, and she ran through the shower before dressing and putting on a little perfume.

The kitchen table was laden with a big bowl of scrambled eggs, platters of toast, bacon and sausages, a bowl of oranges and bananas, and a carafe of milk. Her place was set: sturdy farm dishware, with a huge steaming mug of coffee waiting for her. Lydia and Graham were sitting at the table listening to NPR, and sipping their morning joe with the remnants of their meal still in front of them. He was already in his overalls and t-shirt, she in her floral silk robe. “Sleep well, kiddo?” Graham asked in a gentle voice.

“Oh yes, thank you. You?”

“Very well,” Lydia said, stroking the side of Graham’s head. “I always sleep well out here, better than Dodge.”

Emily shook her head. “You don’t live here?”

“Goodness no, I gotta work for a living. I manage a hotel in Dodge City, and was lucky to get a couple of days off. Didn’t want the kids findin’ out or I’d get roped into Grandma duty.”

“Lydia’s been a regular out here for decades,” Graham said, patting her knee. “How long have you been comin’ out here?”

“How old’s Brent?”

“Eighteen.”

“25 years now, give or take.” Lydia pointed over her shoulder at him: “Known this guy forever. It’s like a refuge, a spa. I get out here a coupla time a month or so.”

Emily shook her head. “I gotta sort a few things out. Aren’t you married?”

“No,” came from both of them simultaneously. “We’re friends with benefits,” Lydia continued, “I love him dearly, but couldn’t stand to live with him very long. We tried, but I can’t keep away from this old coot for long, either.”

“Who’s Brent, then?”

“Our boy,” Graham said. “He’s at Eagle Scout camp all summer, so don’t worry. Won’t get back till Monday. Knows we see each other regular, but not everything we do. Like most kids, he don’t want to know about his parent’s sex life, even though he knows how he got made.”

“Da!” Emily exclaimed.

Lydia chirped: “He lives out here and keeps an eye on his old man. Helps us both out when we need it, like when I need the hotel painted or he needs to get the harvest in. Goes off to college this fall, poor kid, gonna be an artist.”

Emily shook her head. “Wow. So wait a minute, you have other kids?”

“She has three more and I have five, and a lot of grandkids as well. They’re spread out pretty well; when I saw you in Boulder in April I was stayin’ with my boy Liam who teaches finance at the University. Every year we have a big gatherin’ for ’em out here, they help bring in the wheat harvest, then camp and swim in the pond and we have a helluva ten days.”

Emily’s shoulders slumped for a moment. “Oh. I know you’ve done a lot of different things, Graham. Shit, don’t think I’ve done anything yet.”

“You will, kiddo, you will,” Graham said matter of factly, patting her shoulder. “Takes time, and you’re still young. Eat your breakfast and we’ll take a ride, how does that sound?”

“Great,” Emily replied, and filled her plate. They listened to the radio and drank coffee while she ate.

After breakfast, Graham looked her in the eye and said: “I have a proposition for you: ride like I do this morning.”

“Okay,” Emily said without thinking.

“Don’t you want to think about that?” Lydia asked.

Emily shook her head. “Nope, I’m a good rider and I can do anything he can. My word.” She spat into her palm and held it out to him, who immediately spit in his palm and took it.

“All right,” Lydia replied. “I think you’ll be sorry, but I’m not gonna be out there.”

They went to their rooms to get ready, and Emily put on her riding leathers, only to find out Graham was wearing Bermuda shorts, a red bandanna, goggles over sunglasses, and flip flops. His skin was dark brown, and a few white hairs in his chest stood out. “I think you’re overdressed,” he remarked as she came in.

“Shit, are you crazy?”

“Nope, güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri usually go out for my morning ride like this. The feel of the wind on your skin is wonderful. Right, Lydia?”

Lydia gave her a sad smile. “That’s how he usually does it. So I think you’ve got to lose a few clothes.”

He cut in. “You better wear your headset, and I’ll have mine. We gotta stay in touch.”

Emily stomped out of the room for a moment, and started unzipping. The thought worried her, but she was a stranger in the area and there probably wouldn’t be a lot of traffic. The thought of riding topless appealed to her a bit, but still made her nervous. She tried coming back out with her sports bra on, but the others shook their heads sadly, so she shrugged and took it off. “We riding side by side or single file?” she asked.

“Single file. I’ll ride behind you and tell you where to turn. Don’t want anybody sneaking up on you.”

“Besides you.”

“Besides me. We’ll have some fun after we get back, Lydia’s got a couple of ideas.”

“Great. Let’s go.”

He held up his hand and picked up a white bottle. “Wait, don’t forget the sunscreen; don’t want to burn your pretty little boobs.”

The sky was fairly blue with a few clouds on the western horizon. Graham didn’t put a helmet on, so Emily didn’t put hers on either. “I’ll let you go without the bandanna,” he said. “Let’s ride.”

They pulled out onto the gravel road and he told her to head north. “We’ll get to the pavement quicker this way, and I’d like to run there today. The back roads just got grated so there might be some loose patches of gravel around. We’ll take it easy and not push the speed limit.”

“Check.” They turned left on a two lane blacktop three miles up the road and set off. For the first fifteen minutes they rode in silence; very few vehicles were on the road that day. She passed through a small town that was a grain elevator, a convenience store and a few houses: some guys sitting out front waved at her going by, and she saw them leap to their feet right after she passed. “Did you see that?”

“Not yet, there they are. Yeah, they gave me a look before they realized it was me. Perverts. You made a couple cars back there swerve in their lanes a little bit.”

“Where are you?”

“Oh, about a mile behind you. Don’t want to get hit by somebody who’s distracted. I’m lovin’ it. Turn left on Route 27 when you get there. How’s it feel?”

“Great. I never knew it would feel this good, the wind and sun on my skin. Damn!”

“What?”

“Bug flew in my mouth.”

“Happens. Little extra protein never hurt anybody. It’s worse when they hit your arm.”

“Or my chest. Shit!”

He laughed. “Still like it?”

There was a moment silence. “Yeah, it’s great. Hey, that trucker just gave me a big thumbs up.”

“You’re worth it, kiddo. You got a great body.”

“Hey, do those clouds out west mean anything?”

“There’s some showers in the area, nothing serious. We may go through one, that’s a nice feeling. Hey, you missed a cop.”

“Really?”

“Really, really. He must be asleep, or else he’d pulled out behind you.”

“Made the turn.”

“Great.” Three miles South on Route 27 they drove through the shower, laughing through it all. After another twenty minutes they turned again on a more traveled road, and Emily had quite a few folks checking her out. “I’m seeing some pretty amazed people back here,” he radioed

“Yeah. I’m gettin’ used to it. All of ’em are smiling. Never thought I looked that good naked, but I guess I was wrong.”

“You bet.” Another half hour went by, and Graham broke in again. “You better turn right the first chance you get, kiddo.”

“How come?”

“Some joker called the cops and they’re flyin’ up our asses lookin’ for us. Get on a back road as soon as you can and zig-zag a bit, the roads around here are a grid. Don’t get too speedy, or you may hit a patch of gravel.”

“Thanks, Dad. Okay, done, I’m on a back road. Hey, just passed an OATS bus.”

“Good for them, bet the old codgers enjoyed the show. See you shortly.”

They made their escape without incident, and found their way back to the farm around lunchtime. After lunch, Lydia led them under the shade tree outside with a pitcher of lemonade and as they got settled, she asked: “You said something about sorority initiations last night. What kind of stuff did you do?”

“Oh, mostly mind games. We had strict rules about what we could do with pledges.”

“That’s not what I heard from when I was in school.”

“No, they used to do more, but hazing’s been outlawed.”

Lydia gave her a curious look. “I think there’s something more you’re not telling me. The smirk on your face gives you away. There were some games, weren’t there?”

Emily güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri shrugged and giggled. “We couldn’t touch pledges, but they didn’t care what we actives did to each other. There used to be a midnight session after the formal initiation banquet. In the basement. The new members got pretty red butts.”

“You like that,” Graham added.

Giggling again, Emily smiled. “Yeah, I sure did. Clara Stone was the only one I ever gave up on. Her ass got so red I freaked out. She set the record for how many swats she could take.”

“How many could you take?” he asked.

“Not too many. I was low average.”

Lydia stood up and bent over. “Let me see what you can do. I’ll be your pledge today.”

“Well, they had to get naked on all fours, and we used a special paddle.”

“Done and done,” Graham said, jumping up and hustling to the shed. He came back with a paddle with several emblems and 3 Greek letters on it.

“That’s from my sorority! Where did you get that?”

“eBay,” Lydia said. “I was curious.” She slipped out of her robe, went to all fours, and pointed her big ass in the air, wiggling it a little. Graham gave it a huge smack that echoed, causing her to turn around. “You bastard! Did I give you permission to do that?”

“Nope,” he said. “It was just too tempting. Here Emily, this ass is all yours.”

“Not yet,” Lydia cried out. “Did you do your spanking clothed or naked?”

“Well. . .”

“I thought so. Well, I’m naked so there’s no reason you shouldn’t be. You’re not hitting me until you get outta those clothes.”

Emily looked at Graham, who nodded gravely. “You just like to see me naked,” she accused, and he smiled broadly in reply with a broad wink. “Okay, here goes.” In seconds, she stripped down and lined up for the initial blow. Every swat rang out and before long Lydia’s butt was very red.

The older woman was breathing heavily, and after twenty started the litany, “Thank you, ma’am, may I have another?” Graham would occasionally point out a spot Emily missed, making a big show of it.

The younger woman started to sweat in the prairie sauna, and slowed down her pace. “You ready to quit, Lydia? This is more than I ever gave anybody.”

“Thirty four,” Graham cut in helpfully. “You’ve hit her 34 times.”

“I can keep going if you can.” Lydia went back to her work while Graham darted to his shed again. After 40, he darted in and started tickling her thighs with a feather duster like a maniac, making the older woman laugh. His spare hand darted in to tickle her sides, and gesturing, he invited Emily to do the same. They got Lydia to roll over on her back where they both dug into her ribs and huge tummy mercilessly. Emily and Graham started tweaking each other, and soon all three were playing.

After they stopped, they enjoyed some lemonade as they caught their breath. The wind rippled the leaves and a cloud moved closer on the horizon. The coolness of the approaching storm made the women’s nipples rock hard, and he didn’t hide his admiration of the sight. Graham sighed and shook his head: “I think it’s almost time to go in. One question, Emily.”

“Yes?”

“You can dish it out, but can you take it?”

“I already told you I couldn’t take too much spanking. My sorority sisters called me a wuss.”

“How about tickling?”

The girl thought for a moment and shrugged her shoulders. “I’m game for that.”

“One condition.”

“Yeah?”

“Since we’re not spanking you, we get to tie you down. And I promise that since you’re not gay, Lydia’s only going to tickle you, but I’ll be the one messing with your slit.”

“Why do you have to go there?”

“Once you get going, the thighs can be very ticklish, right Lydia?”

Lydia nodded. “Right, Graham. That’s how you got me so horny we conceived Brent.”

Emily gave her a strange look, but let it slide. They’d kept all their promises so far, so she thought she could trust them tying her down. She’d also been taking her birth control, so even if he did fuck her, she couldn’t get pregnant.

They went into the house and they led her upstairs to the master bedroom. A four poster bed awaited them, with ties already at the four corners. “Looks like you’ve done this before,” Emily opined.

“Now how could you have guessed that?” Graham grumbled, the feather duster wobbling as he gestured with his hands. “If you shriek too loud, we’ll have to gag you.”

“I can control myself,” she said solemnly.

“You think,” Lydia snipped. She stripped the bed down to its main sheet and gestured Emily to get in the middle of the bed.

Emily was trembling: no one had done this to her before. The cuffs were soft yet firm and she grabbed the ropes in order to have some control over something. They stood over her for several güvenilir bahis şirketleri moment, grinning manically, before he flicked the duster over her tummy. Starting slowly, they gave her light touches in sensitive spots, particularly in her rib cage next to her breasts. They took turns working her armpits, and soon they had her writhing and squealing.

The thunder drew closer and the room got a little darker. Graham darted into the bathroom and returned with something behind his back. Lydia dug into Emily’s ribs once again, getting her shaking and them moving up her tits to tickle her nipples. He stared with her feet, and they both worked that sensitive area, making her writhe and laugh more, straining against her bonds. Suddenly, they stopped and he whipped his hand from behind his back as thunder rolled. “What’s that?” Emily said.

“An electric toothbrush,” he giggled.

“Won’t that hurt?”

“We’ve modified it, it’s soft and won’t hurt you; just drive you crazy.”

“Don’t you need that for something else?”

“I’ve got a different attachment. What, you think I’m going to brush my teeth with your toe jam?”

With that he switched it on, and sent her into hysterics by running it over the soles of her feet. Lydia held her legs down, the younger woman was bucking so much. Soon, Graham was attacking between her toes, which pulled higher and higher notes out of her. It was too much, and quickly he had to let up to let her breathe a while. He put the toothbrush down and started tickling her inner thighs, which sent her into new hysterics.

Her legs came apart, and they could tell she was motivated by more than laughter. He switched to her lower lips and got a quick transition from hysteria to lust. Emily’s carpet matched her curtains, a small downy tuft of strawberry blond hair adorned her mound, and Graham played with that as well. He put two fingers just inside her while turning the toothbrush on the sensitive skin of her lap. “Oh my God, I can’t believe it!” she screamed.

“You want me to stop?” he asked.

“No, no, for God’s sake no! Never knew it would be so good.”

Graham put a third finger into her, focusing the rotating bristles on her clit, and Lydia began to play with her nipples. “More, more,” she moaned, and Graham put a fourth finger in. Emily bucked her hips with his hand and he grew bolder, putting his whole fist in her slick chamber while using the toothbrush directly on her clitoris while Lydia gently twisted her nipples. Emily took this for about a minute, bucking and writhing hard, before her back arched and she screamed in a huge orgasm.

They released her and held her as she settled down. She fell asleep almost immediately, and they slipped out. The patter of rain kept her nap dreamless.

Emily awakened to slapping sounds in the next room, and moaning. She lay there for a minute, remembering the spanking she’d given Lydia and wondering if Graham was the victim now. That would be a sight to see. Following the sounds, she heard grunting from both of them as well as the slapping sounds, and as she peeked around the door she saw the two of them in bed together fucking, Graham as naked as Lydia, pounding each other hard enough their pelvises slapped together as they pumped. Emily slipped back around the corner in horror right away, but Lydia must have noticed, for she said: “That’s OK, Emily, don’t worry about it. After getting spanked like that, I just had to get fucked.”

“Yeah baby, here it comes!” Graham growled.

The girl remembered some videos she’d seen on the Internet, R rated movies, and her own two experiences, but she’d never seen two ordinary people have sex before. There was some heavy creaking on the bed and she assumed they’d emerge shortly to scold her for uninvited peeping. But then Lydia started to moan again. Looking around, she saw Graham had gone between Lydia’s legs and was licking her slit. “Come on in, Emily. He always does that if I haven’t cum while we’re fucking. The best ever. Wanna play with my tits while he eats me?”

“I dunno.”

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want. Just run your fingernails over the skin and flick the nipples a couple of times.” Emily paused a minute and walked in slowly. As she stood by the bed, he reached out and patted her ass. It happened Emily was wearing her nails long and painted red, so she started moving them over Lydia’s flesh, leaving faint red trails. The older woman moaned louder and the girl trapped a nipple between two fingernails and squeezed. “Twist it, twist it,” Lydia whispered and when Emily did, Lydia went over the edge, holding Graham’s head between her legs with her hands and trying to pull herself out of Emily’s grasp.

They calmed down and savored the breeze coming in through the window. Emily asked: “What now?”

“How about a sandwich, some classical music and a fiendish rummy game at the kitchen table?”

“Sold,” Lydia said enthusiastically flat on her back, not moving.

“Yeah that would be nice,” Emily added.

“A quiet, restful evening will get us ready for some more fun tomorrow.” Graham’s face was aglow with possibilities.

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Don’t miss the teaser for the next chapter at the end of this chapter!

All characters in this story are over the age of 18.

*****

“Aiden, where are my keys?” Holly called as she strode hurriedly toward the kitchen.

“I think they’re on the table,” Aiden replied, stepping out of the kitchen to meet her.

“Thanks,” Holly nodded as she turned toward the dining room.

“Holly!” Aiden called after her.

Holly stopped and turned back toward Aiden. “What?” she asked.

“Could you come down to the basement for a second?” Aiden asked.

“Is it important?” Holly asked. “I’m going to be late as is.”

“It can’t wait,” Aiden replied and walked toward the basement.

Holly sighed and hurried after him, hoping that this really was worth her being even later than she already was.

When they entered the basement, Aiden reached under the bed and produced a small gift bag. “For this afternoon,” Aiden said as he handed the bag to Holly.

Holly looked at him skeptically, but reached inside the bag and discovered a micro-bikini. It was made out of a sheer, red material. This bikini would leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. She might as well walk around naked. “What’s this for?” she asked.

“It is a pool party, right?” Aiden asked.

“Yes,” Holly nodded, “but why this?”

“Because you’re a beautiful girl, and you shouldn’t be afraid to show off,” Aiden replied.

“Mom and dad barely let me keep the bikini I’m wearing,” Holly said, trying not to blush. “Can you imagine what will happen if they find out about this?”

“Leave that to me,” Aiden said. “They will never know.”

Holly looked down at the bikini, wondering what she should do.

“Come on,” Aiden urged. “At least try it on.”

Holly looked at Aiden and nodded, “OK.”

With that, she set the bikini back in the bag and set the bag on the floor. Then she removed her tank top, exposing the blue bikini top underneath. Once the tank top was on the floor, she removed her bikini top and then pulled down her shorts, taking her bikini bottom with them. Aiden had seen Holly naked multiple times since their first time masturbating together a week ago, but her perfect, curvy body still amazed him.

A moment later, and Holly was dressed in nothing but the micro-bikini. Aiden motioned toward the bathroom and said, “Take a look.”

Holly walked into the bathroom, flipped the light on, and her eyes widened as she saw herself in the mirror. The top barely covered her nipples, which were hard enough that they were clearly visible through the sheer fabric. The bottom only covered her pussy, leaving the area around it totally exposed, and her pussy was just barely visible through the sheer fabric. She turned her back toward the mirror and immediately saw why the bottom seemed a little tight: the elastic band running down the crack of her ass completely disappeared between her ass cheeks.

Holly turned to Aiden. “Well?” she asked, holding her arms up a little. “How does it look?”

“Really sexy,” Aiden nodded. “You’ll turn a few heads in that.”

“Really?” Holly asked, a little too excitedly.

“No,” Aiden smiled, “you’ll turn a lot of heads.”

Holly gave Aiden a grin and said, “Alright, I’ll wear it.”

*****

The pool party was at the house of her best friend Kathy’s cousin. Holly still wasn’t sure it was appropriate to go to a stranger’s house in the micro-bikini she wore under her white tank top and orange short shorts, but if she was being totally honest, she didn’t give a shit. Aiden had told her she looked sexy, and that was all she cared about. Everyone else could think whatever the fuck they wanted.

When she knocked on the door, a tall, blonde haired man answered the door. “Hi, you must be Kathy’s friend,” the man greeted her.

“Yeah, I’m Holly,” Holly said as she extended her hand. “Are you her cousin?” she asked as he took her hand and shook it.

“Yep,” the man replied. “I’m Michael.”

“Nice to meet you,” Holly said as Michael released her hand.

“You too,” Michael replied. “Come on, the pool’s this way.”

Holly followed Michael through the house until they came to a sliding glass door that led out to the pool area. Michael opened the door and motioned for Holly to go through first. Holly nodded as she walked past him and into the pool area. It was a large space surrounded by a well-kept line of trees. There were several chairs sitting off to the side for sunbathing and a grill on the opposite end. The pool itself was quite large, taking up about a third of the space. Some speakers had been set up along the wall of the güvenilir bahis house, and dance music was playing.

Around the pool, several scantily clad girls were dancing. The guys seemed more interested in watching them then actually joining in. In the pool, a group of guys and girls were playing volleyball. Holly was still scanning the crowd for Kathy when Michael leaned over and said, “Make yourself at home. I need to go back inside and finish getting my kabobs ready to grill.”

Holly nodded in response and Michael went back into the house. Holly turned back toward the crowd just in time to see Kathy walking towards her. Kathy was soaking wet and her dark hair was sticking to her neck and back. She was wearing a pink bikini that showed quite a bit of cleavage. “Holly!” Kathy exclaimed. “I’m so glad you could make it!”

“Me too!” Holly replied as Kathy wrapped her arms around Holly in a welcoming hug.

“Come on!” Kathy laughed as she released Holly. “Get those clothes off and help us out. We’re getting our asses kicked out there!”

“OK,” Holly laughed as she pulled off her tank top.

Kathy’s jaw dropped when she saw the top of Holly’s micro-bikini. Holly grinned as she removed her shorts and her sandals. “How the hell did you get that past your parents?” Kathy asked. She knew how strict Holly’s parents could be about these things.

“I didn’t,” Holly replied as she stood up straight. “Aiden gave it to me right before I left.”

“Wow,” Kathy shook her head. “Since when does he give you sexy gifts?”

“Since we started masturbating together,” Holly tilted her head to the side.

“Whoa!” Kathy exclaimed as she took a step back. “When did that start?”

“Last week,” Holly replied.

Kathy shook her head again as this revelation sank in. Then she looked at Holly playfully and asked, “Have you two fucked?”

“Nope,” Holly shook her head.

“What!?” Kathy squealed as she took a few more steps back. “How the hell do you sit naked with that stud and not fuck him?”

“Believe me, it’s hard to resist the urge to jump on him and ride his dick,” Holly laughed. “He’s soooo hot.”

“Then why don’t you?” Kathy asked. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

“That’s the thing, I think he would,” Holly’s smile faded. “I had to promise him we wouldn’t fuck just to get him to agree to masturbating together.”

“Oh well,” Kathy waved her hand. “It’s his loss. Come on, we’re missing all the fun.”

With that, Kathy led Holly into the pool and they joined in the game of volleyball. “It’s too bad we’re playing in the pool,” Kathy said to Holly while they waited for the next serve. “That bikini can’t distract the guys on the other team when you’re in the water.”

“Yeah,” Holly laughed as she returned the serve. “But if we played on land, then the guys on our team would be distracted too.”

“This is true,” Kathy smirked just as the ball flew toward her. Kathy tried to return it, but ended up hitting it out of the pool.

“What was that?” Holly exclaimed.

Kathy shrugged. “Sorry, I’m out of practice.”

Holly got back into position for the next serve and replied, “Good thing I’m here, then.”

Holly’s presence did in fact help their team make something of a comeback, but the game was interrupted by the announcement that the food was ready and the subsequent exodus of most of the players out of the pool. Those who remained – Kathy and Holly included – tried to continue the game, but even though a couple players switched sides to even out the teams, there wasn’t enough people left to maintain a good game. Within minutes, everyone agreed to give up on the game.

Holly and Kathy decided to stay in the pool, so they swam over to edge of the pool and leaned against it. “So, what other kinky fantasies do you have about Aiden?” Kathy asked.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” Holly replied.

“Oh, come on,” Kathy begged. “We always talk about our fantasies.”

“Not this time,” Holly said.

“Why not?” Kathy asked.

“Because he’s my brother,” Holly answered. “It just doesn’t feel right.”

“Holly, he’s your stepbrother,” Kathy countered. “If your parents weren’t married, he would just be another boy. You’d fuck with him if that were the case, right?”

“Well, yeah,” Holly hesitated, “but…”

“Come on, Holly,” Kathy continued, “you know you want him.”

Before Holly could reply, Michael walked over and kneeled beside them. “Hey, if you girls want some food, you’d better come get some soon,” he said.

“Thanks, Michael,” Holly replied. “I think I’ll get something.”

Michael extended his hand türkçe bahis to help Holly out of the pool. She smiled and said, “I got it.” With that, she put her hands on the edge of the pool and pulled herself out. Michael stepped back to give her some space. As Holly stood up, Kathy looked up at her and said, “You know I’m not going to let this drop.”

Holly looked down at Kathy and replied, “I know.”

Holly grinned at Kathy and then turned toward the table where the food was and began to walk toward it. As she passed Michael, however, she missed a beat as she thought she saw something in her peripheral vision. “You alright?” Michael asked.

Holly turned toward him and replied, “Yeah. The ground’s just a little slippery.”

As she turned away, she looked down to see if she was right. She was. Michael’s dick was visibly growing in his trunks. “Guess Aiden’s not the only one who likes the bikini,” Holly thought as she continued to head for the food table. She made sure to put a little sashay into her walk, just to tease Michael with the swaying of her practically exposed ass.

*****

Throughout the rest of the night, Holly tried to avoid Kathy. She really wasn’t in the mood to talk about the one guy in the world that she couldn’t have. However, as people started to leave, Holly decided she should at least say good night to Kathy before she left. She found Kathy in the kitchen doing dishes. “Why aren’t you outside?” Holly asked.

“I promised Michael I’d help with the dishes,” Kathy replied.

Holly just nodded. “Alright, well,” she said, “I need to go. I’ll catch you later.”

“OK.” Kathy said as she put the platter she was washing down. She gave Holly a goodbye hug, and when she released, she said, “Don’t forget your clothes.”

“Oh, right,” Holly said as she turned and headed back for the pool area.

As Holly put her clothes back on, Michael walked up to her. “You leaving?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Holly answered as she straightened her tank top. “Good night.”

Michael nodded and Holly turned to leave. “Hey,” Michael called after her. Holly turned back toward him as he continued, “you want to go get something to eat sometime?”

“Oh, thanks for the invite, but I don’t think so,” Holly replied.

Michael nodded and Holly started to leave again. When she reached the door that led back into the house, she stopped. “I could use a distraction from Aiden,” she thought as she turned around and said to Michael, “You know what, maybe I will take you up on that offer sometime. Why don’t you give me your number, and I’ll let you know?”

Michael did his best to keep a straight face, but Holly could see a glimmer of hope and excitement in his eyes. “OK,” he replied.

After he gave her his phone number, Holly went back into the house. She peaked her head into the kitchen as she passed it and said goodbye to Kathy again. She was about to leave for real this time when she turned on her heels and went back into the kitchen. “I want to eat his cum,” she said.

Kathy looked up, confused, “What?”

“Aiden,” Holly replied. “You wanted to know about my fantasies about him.”

“Why the hell would you want to do that?” Kathy asked. “That’s disgusting.”

“I don’t know,” Holly shrugged. “Eating cum turns me on, I guess.”

“Huh,” was all Kathy could manage.

“The problem is I can’t figure out how to do it since he shoots his load onto the sheets when we masturbate,” Holly explained. She wasn’t sure why she told Kathy that detail. In fact, she wasn’t sure why she told her any of it. Perhaps she somehow knew that Kathy would think of a way to make this one fantasy come true. Indeed, Kathy came up with a truly ingenious plan. “At least I’ll get this one fantasy before I move on,” Holly thought as she got in her car.

*****

When Holly returned home, she went right down to the basement and knocked on the door. Aiden answered the door and let Holly in. “Well, how was it?” he asked as he closed the door.

“You were right,” Holly said. “The bikini did turn a lot of heads.”

“That’s great,” Aiden smiled, “but I meant the party.”

“Oh, it was fine,” Holly looked around and noticed that the TV was off. “You getting ready to turn in?”

“Yeah,” Aiden nodded.

“Would you mind if we watched a little porn first?” Holly asked. “I’m really horny right now.”

“Alright,” Aiden said as he went to turn his computer on.

Holly’s bikini was still a little wet, so she stepped into the bathroom to remove it and place it in the tub to dry. “Let me know when my clothes are dry,” she told Aiden as she exited the bathroom.

Aiden turned güvenilir bahis siteleri toward her and gave her a nod. He was naked now too, and when he turned to respond, Holly could see his dick grow at the sight of her naked figure. This wasn’t new to Holly. It happened every time they both got naked, but the knowledge that her body made him as horny as his made her never failed to give her the urge to get her pussy stuffed with his hard cock. In that moment, she forgot all about distracting herself from Aiden by being with Michael. All she wanted was Aiden.

“What kind of porn do you want to watch?” Aiden asked as he turned the TV on.

“Actually I want to watch you,” Holly replied with a flirty smile.

Aiden turned toward her in confusion. “Huh?” he asked.

“Have you ever seen one of those jerk off challenge videos?” Holly asked.

“Well, I know of them,” Aiden replied, “but I’ve never actually watched one.”

“Play one,” Holly said. “I want to see if you can last the whole video.”

Aiden hesitated, but ultimately nodded in agreement and started looking for a jerk off challenge video. While he did that, Holly got into the bed and started rubbing her clit while she watched his naked form at the computer.

Aiden got into bed next to her as the video started and the directions flashed on screen: “Don’t look away from the screen or pause the video. Jerk off to the beat; one stroke up and down for each beat.” Then the TV went blank for a second and then a lingerie clad girl appeared on the screen doing an erotic dance. Aiden started stroking his cock to the slow beat, while Holly started rubbing her clit faster as she watched him, waiting for her moment to act.

Aiden would have cheated while watching this video because he knew there was no way he would last for the entire thirty minute video if the beat started going really fast. However, the knowledge that Holly was watching him kept him honest. Then the beat got really fast five minutes into the video, and Aiden couldn’t keep up. At least, that’s what he told himself, but in reality he knew he was probably going to cum if he went that fast for too long.

Holly noticed Aiden’s too slow pace and took action. “No, no, no, you’re not doing it right,” Holly shook her head as she took the mouse Aiden used to control the computer from the bed. She started the video over and reached over to move Aiden’s hand away from his cock. “Here, let me,” she said.

Aiden tried to protest, but Holly insisted that she wasn’t going anywhere unless he let her stroke his dick. “It’s not sex,” Holly insisted. “Stop freaking out.”

Aiden moved his hand away from his dick in defeat. “Alright,” he nodded.

Holly smiled and took hold of Aiden’s cock, holding it straight up so that it pointed toward the ceiling. Then she started the video, which she had paused while they were arguing. Aiden couldn’t believe how soft her hand felt on his dick as her hand glided up and down it. Any time he had bought by arguing was lost almost immediately by the sensually soft touch of her hand on his dick.

Then he saw in his peripheral vision that while she was stroking his cock with one hand, she was finger fucking herself with the other. “Damn,” he thought as his dick got even harder.

Then they reached the five minute mark and the beat got really fast. Holly sped up her strokes, running her hand up and down his cock in perfect time with the beat. Aiden subconsciously grabbed the sheets as his body started to quiver. Seconds later, he began to cum. His dick tightened as load after load of cum shot upward and landed back on his dick and on Holly’s hand. He reached the point where he usually stopped cumming, but Holly kept stroking and even more cum shot out of his dick.

By the time he stopped cumming, Holly’s hand was drenched in his cum. It was definitely the biggest load he had ever shot. He leaned his head against the wall with a sigh of satisfaction as Holly giggled and let go of his cock.

Holly moved so that she was sitting in clear view of Aiden. “Sorry about the mess,” Aiden panted.

“Don’t worry about it,” Holly smiled as she raised her hand to her mouth.

Aiden’s eyes widened as Holly licked some cum off the palm of her hand. “What the fuck, Holly?” Aiden exclaimed.

Holly swallowed and then said with a sexy smile, “No sense in letting perfectly good cum go to waste.”

Then she started to seductively lick cum off the back of her hand. “Mmmmm,” she sighed. “You taste so good.”

Aiden ran his hand through his hair. “Holy shit,” was all he could manage as she started sucking cum off her fingers.

Holly giggled as she saw Aiden’s cock grow again. She loved being able to turn him on.

*****

Thanks for reading. The next chapter is planned to be under the “Erotic Couplings” category, and it might have something to do with a strip club, so stay tuned!

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Author’s Notes:

‘Frank and Elyse’ is a little experiment with perspective.

From the comments I received after I first published this story that experiment went off the rails on a few occasions. I decided to make some adjustments where I thought they were most needed. I believe the end result is a smoother read.

I hope you enjoy it.

All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older.

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Chapter 1

The final moments of twenty-one years of marriage were disturbingly quiet, the only sound being the scratch of a pen across paper. Making it official, signing the death certificate for a promise of love and fidelity.

Frank felt a stab of pain shoot through his chest as he set the pen down. These days he didn’t think twice about that pain. Early on in the divorce he’d gone to his doctor who sent him out for all the tests. The results came back indicating he was healthy as a horse. The pain didn’t have a physical cause. It was all in his head, his doctor helpfully suggested.

Neither his physician nor his cardiologist could explain where the pain originated.

But Frank remembered when it began. To the second.

He slid the document to his lawyer as Frank’s signature was the last one needed to make it final. Taking a deep cleansing breath, he looked up and across the table at the slim 39 year old blond woman sitting stiffly in her chair, arms crossed under the impressively large fake breasts he’d paid for. At her request he’d paid for a series of ‘upgrades’ over the years, though each time he’d tried to argue that he thought she was ravishingly beautiful as she was. She would not be swayed in her demands so she got what she wanted. Slowly but surely she became a different woman.

Today, especially today, she bore no resemblance to the sweet smiling eighteen year old he’d fallen in love with and married.

Cold radiated from her beautiful blue eyes as she looked back at him with contempt, her overly plump lips turned down in a pouty frown.

“It’s over,” Frank said quietly.

Something flared in her eyes and she stood up quickly. He saw she was trembling. Was- was she frightened?

The gob of spit struck his left cheek then she spun on her high heels and stormed out of the meeting room, her long white blond hair bouncing perfectly over her shoulders. Her lawyer apologized quickly and rushed after his client.

Frank’s lawyer handed him a tissue which he used to clean his cheek.

“George, do you think I could have a moment alone?”

“Sure Frank. I’ll be in my office down the hall when you’re ready.”

“Thanks.”

His lawyer left the room and Frank turned his chair to face out the window. The view of New York’s skyline was pretty but he’d seen this view for over a year as he’d battled with his wife and her lawyer. He needed a change. A big one.

Frank was retiring from his job and leaving the city. Hell, he was crossing the country to get away from everything that reminded him of her. He was going to find himself a nice little bungalow within walking distance of a beach and he thought he’d make an attempt at writing that novel he felt floating around in the back of his mind.

He looked back to the hallway where Stephanie had walked away as fast as her tight pencil skirt and four inch stiletto heels would allow. She’d taken to dressing very young as she desperately fought back the years. She certainly had the body for the outfit, what with the nip and tuck and lipo then the personal trainers- another pang went through his chest.

The amount of money Stephanie required for her pursuit of eternal youth was staggering. Her new sugar daddy was paying those bills now.

He’d have been willing to go to a marriage councillor but she wanted the divorce. She’d lined up a new husband. A rich one that looked the other way when she…

Frank gave his head a shake. Stephanie was no longer his problem. He had to let it go. He had to get on with his life.

Looking out over the glittering lights he took stock of his current situation. He was a forty year old male in excellent health. OK, maybe he was a little soft around the middle. For the last decade his job had him trapped at his desk. His morning workouts and weekend cycling trips weren’t enough to completely combat the time he spent at his desk. His doctor had informed him he could stand to lose 15 pounds. Now he’d have time to dedicate to making his body hard and fit as it had once been.

He was now a divorcé. No kids. Not because he hadn’t wanted them but his wife hadn’t been able to carry a child to full term. Three miscarriages had been the limit he was able to endure as each time he’d almost lost her as well. He’d planned on getting a vasectomy but he discovered after the third miscarriage they’d removed her uterus to save her life. There’d been no point in the vasectomy after that.

He was 5′ 8″ with broad shoulders, had a full head of black canlı bahis şirketleri hair, silvering at his temples now courtesy of his ex, and he had all of his teeth. He’d been told he had a nice smile but he hadn’t had a reason to show it for some time. With his square jaw and hawkish nose he knew he wasn’t pretty like the men Stephanie preferred to fu- no… don’t go there. He rubbed his chest and winced.

He’d been told by a few women in his office that he was ‘a catch’. One had even expressed an interest in being the one to catch him when his divorce was finalized. He’d thanked them but he was in no emotional state to be thinking about getting into another relationship any time soon. Considering how destroyed he felt now, maybe ever.

He no longer had any ties to the city. They’d sold the Bed-Stuy townhouse and the cottage in Martha’s Vineyard. They’d split the money on those. After months of hostile meetings and spiteful delays it turned out that she didn’t want his money. She just wanted him to hurt. Now she was gone.

He stood up. It was time to move forward.

His partners were eager to buy him out at the company. George had the papers for him to sign in his office once the divorce was done so he’d have more than enough savings to retire and live very comfortably and then some. So that was what he was going to do.

Frank looked at the ring he was unconsciously rolling on his finger. It was just a simple gold band. Signifying his undying love and fidelity to the woman who poisoned both. With a sigh he pulled it off and dropped it in the trash on his way out.

Chapter 2

“YOU’RE A FUCKING CUNT! YOU KNOW THAT? A COLD FUCKING BITCH!”

Elyse quietly sat across the table from the screaming man. Her lawyer was telling him to lower his voice and his lawyer was tugging him back into his chair. That wasn’t an easy thing to do considering how big Michael was. The 28 year old professional football player stood 6′ 2″ and carried 230lbs on his big frame. Enraged he was a dangerous man. Elyse’s black eye was visible proof that she knew personally how dangerous he could be. It had been the second and final time he’d raised his hand to her. Five years of marriage, mostly happy, now flushed down the drain because of his substance abuse and subsequent physical abuse. She’d tried to get him help for the first but he wasn’t interested. Told her to fuck off and mind her own business in fact. When he began to get physically violent she knew she had to get out of their marriage. The police report on the second assault certainly helped expedite that.

The big man finally sat and glared at the divorce papers. He was paying for the abuse. A lump sum. Elyse had her own money and a good job so she didn’t want the financial ties to him which alimony would bring. Her lawyer had convinced her to make the amount count so she did. The lawyer was getting his piece of the pie so he was the only one in the room with a smile on his face.

The threat of her pressing assault charges and the prenup they’d signed before they got married was making everything so much simpler.

She saw Michael doing that thing with his eyes he always did before he began an attempt at bargaining.

“Sign the papers. We’re done,” she ground out between her teeth.

Michael’s eyes snapped to hers and she saw them go cold. He picked up the pen and signed. Then he stood and left.

Her lawyer picked up the document and followed Michael’s lawyer out of the room with a nod to her. Elyse found herself sitting alone. She finally allowed herself to cry. She’d been terrified of her husband but she needed him to sign. Now she was free of him.

When her tears stopped and her body finished shaking she composed herself as best she could and looked out the window at the twinkling lights of Los Angeles at dusk. It was pretty but she’d come to hate the city. It was Michael’s home town and where his team was based. Everything about the city reminded her of him so she was leaving. She’d put her house up for sale and was expecting to get it sold before the weekend as offers were already coming in. She was looking at a little house in a pretty neighborhood in a small town further up the coast and would be putting an offer on it as soon as the money from the divorce came through. She’d already worked out the logistics of working remotely from there. Her office was delighted to be able to keep her as she made them good money.

Not everyone supported her decision to leave. The group of ladies she hung out with at work unanimously said she was nuts and she’d be back within the year. Of course they’d also been keen for her to marry Michael.

They said she was too young at 32 to move to a town noted for its suitability for retirees. They didn’t understand she’d had too many years of living as the wife of a sports celebrity. He was four years younger than her and in their five years his enthusiasm for clubbing, partying, sports banquets, and road trips never waned. canlı kaçak iddaa She’d joined him on a couple of those road trips and vowed never again. She was done with that!

She stood and stretched feeling every one of the bruises Michael left on her body. His last attack had been surprisingly violent. He’d carelessly left his cell phone on his dresser which rang as she passed by. She picked up the phone as the caller id was displaying a photo he’d obviously taken of the young redhead swallowing his cock down to the base. The tattoo he wore on his clean shaven groin just above his junk was unmistakable. She’d carried the cell to him in their living room and confronted him with the evidence of his fling. She’d told him she’d had enough and wanted a divorce. She barely saw the first punch coming for her eye and the others came after she was down. She was lucky to survive. She called the police when she woke alone on the floor. They brought the ambulance. She hadn’t been alone with Michael from that day on.

She left the meeting room and ducked into the ladies’ room to see how much of a disaster she’d made of her make-up. She stood before the mirror and sighed. Taking in her straight white blonde hair hanging to her shoulders she wondered if she should get it cut. Michael liked it this length. She frowned. Fuck him, she also liked it this length so it was staying.

She looked at her pale green eyes and saw the swelling was noticeably reduced on her black eye. She had, what did her friends call them when they teased her? Oh yes, ‘bedroom eyes’. It wasn’t intentional on her part. Her heavy lidded eyes combined with the natural upturn on her full wide sensual lips had gotten her into more uncomfortable situations than she cared to admit. She’d taken to wearing a pair of glasses with non-prescription lenses for meetings with clients. This did a good job of preventing these unintended miscommunications.

She was diligent about going to the gym so her 5′ 10″ body was reasonably fit. As Michael was a gym rat and had equipment at home she’d made good use of it. Her genes ensured she kept some of her curviness and unlike the bolt-ons that redhead slut on Michael’s phone had been showing off, her large breasts were natural.

Enough! He was the past. He could have all the sluts he wanted now. She had her own life to restart.

Again. It was divorce number two for her.

She fought off a resurgence of tears. She had such fucking awful taste in men! Always the jocks! Always the over confident, charming alpha men! Maybe it was because of her height that she was drawn to big men.

Derrick Chance had been her first husband. Her first mistake. Granted she’d been an innocent eighteen year old when she married him. She’d been infatuated with the 6′ 5″ professional basketball player. He was big, black and tremendously talented on the court and between the sheets. Her parents were mortified that their daughter, pure as the Nebraska snow of home, had shared her bed with one of ‘his kind’. They’d quickly disowned her and she hadn’t spoken with them since. They would have hated Michael as well she supposed.

She followed her new husband to Los Angeles as he’d signed a multiyear contract to play professionally. She learned a lot about what she liked and didn’t during her three years with Derrick. He had a voracious appetite for sex and she discovered that she did too. However, the thing she liked least was Derrick’s tendency to stuff his cock into any and every receptive hole when he was away from home. The availability of free pussy on the road was a temptation he made no effort to resist.

She walked away from that marriage wiser in many ways but terribly hurt by his cheating. Worse, he’d been the one to ask for the divorce as he said he didn’t love her anymore.

Elyse had stayed away from the dating scene for three years and only met Michael when her frustrated coworkers dragged her to a bar after work. There’d been a party for a group of players from his football team there. He was immediately mesmerized by her looks and intrigued by her resistance. When so many women practically threw themselves at him it was the woman who pulled away that drew his attention. He’d wooed her successfully over the course of two months and discovered he’d struck the jackpot the first night they’d had sex. She was uninhibited, energetic, and knew what she wanted. His career was taking off and he wanted her along for the ride in more ways than one.

As Elyse stared at her sad reflection she recalled how he’d promised to be true to her. She’d let him know how her first marriage had ended and he’d assured her that wouldn’t happen with him.

She dropped her head forward and closed her eyes. She allowed herself one final tear then she tugged her wedding band off. Leaving it on the counter she made her way outside to begin again.

Chapter 3

Three weeks after he’d stepped out of his lawyer’s office Frank stood watching a delivery truck pull canlı kaçak bahis away from his new home in Carmel-by-the-Sea, California, a beautiful small community of artists and writers. And the occasional nosy neighbor.

Walking down the sidewalk towards him came one such neighbor. She lived two doors up the street from his place. He’d only been in his new home for about a week but already he’d had three visits from Beverly Stoddart. Her husband Rick had been driving them by on their way home the first time. She’d made him stop and she got out to say hello. Rick had simply waved at him from the car, drove into his driveway and went inside. The anti-social Stoddart. Beverly made up for her husband by being overly social.

“Good morning Beverly!” he said smiling to the petite brunette. She had to be in her fifties but she seemed to take care of herself. She couldn’t have been more than 5′ 1″ and he’d almost mistaken her for a child when he’d first seen her due to her size. Her husband Rick looked his age and then some. Earlier in the week Frank had spotted him standing on his deck enjoying a cigar and the foul stench had drifted downhill to Frank’s deck driving him inside.

“It’s a lovely morning indeed Frank! What did you get?” she asked peering at the large, plain cardboard boxes. Then she spotted the mattress in its plastic bag. “A new bed? Didn’t you bring any furniture with you?”

“Yes, a new bed. I only brought my clothes and a few boxes of personal items. No furniture. That stuff sold with the house. Neither of us wanted any reminders,” he said unconsciously crossing his arms.

Beverly had already drawn out of him that he was recently divorced, he was from New York City, and he was retired. He was doing his best to keep her curiosity at bay for anything juicier.

“You poor dear!” Beverly said as she patted his forearm. Then she left her hand resting on his arm.

That was something else about Beverly. She was a toucher. It made him a little uncomfortable that she seemed to need to touch him when she talked with him. He did his best to ignore it.

“I’ll get stuff as I need it. I won’t mind living in a minimalist way for a while. It’s actually refreshing without all the clutter. The bed though, that I needed.”

“Do you need any help getting all this inside? Why didn’t the delivery people do it?” Beverly said looking at the boxes and obviously itching to get inside his home.

“No, that’s alright. I asked them to leave it here. I want to do this myself and I’d better get to it!” he said as he gently pulled away from her grip with a smile.

She had a little frown on her face but she quickly covered it up with a smile.

A moving van turned onto their street and made its way up the hill. Beverly and Frank both paused to look as the truck came to a stop across the street from his place.

“Oh! Our other new neighbor is arriving! How exciting! Having two homes right across from each other sold within days of each other! It’s so nice to have new faces in the neighborhood!” Beverly gushed.

The truck shut off its engine but no one got out as the owner hadn’t arrived yet. Frank turned to the task of moving the bed parts inside. He had an assembly job to do.

Beverly remained outside, saying she was keeping an eye on the boxes but really she was just waiting to see the new neighbor.

The day was warmer than usual and Frank was getting overheated from lifting all the awkward boxes (it really was a two person job) so he went to his bedroom and switched his shirt to a sleeveless tank top. He went back outside to get the mattress. Not surprisingly Beverly was talking with the delivery men.

Just then a sporty little silver car pulled around the corner and came up the street to park in the driveway across from his. Curiosity got the better of him so he stopped to see who his new neighbor was.

The door opened and long slim legs unfolded themselves out onto the driveway. Next he saw the blond hair then she was standing next to the car looking back at him.

For just a second Frank swore it was Stephanie standing across the street scowling back at him. Shocked, it felt like a slap and he staggered back a step. His ankle caught on the mattress he was holding up and he lost his balance, falling backwards. Luckily he fell onto the mattress which went down with a loud thump.

Frank could hear the delivery men laughing and his face burned with embarrassment. Lifting his head he scowled at them but that just made them laugh harder. He was still a little unnerved by the woman’s resemblance to his ex so he struggled to his feet and carried the mattress inside. He shut the door behind him. He had an assembly job to do.

Chapter 4

The drive to Carmel had been truly lovely. Once she’d escaped the hellish traffic of LA that is. Elyse managed to calm down once she’d gotten to the relatively empty roads north of the sprawling city. She’d actually made up most of the lost time during the long drive up the coast. And no tickets!

She’d just visited the realtor’s office and had her keys. As she drove through the quaint neighborhoods towards her new home she felt a thrill run through her body. She was home! Here was her new start!

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Dan stood staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror trying to calm his nerves. Trying to stay in control, stay cool and relax. After all the make out sessions, heavy petting and the odd but incredibly satisfying blow jobs, Kassy said tonight was the big night. They were at Jeff’s place, in his basement and the party was just getting started, everyone was getting changed out of there formal wear and pouring themselves a drink.

Jeff’s mom was more easy going then most everyone elses’ parents and had offered up the basement for their own after prom party instead of going to the bigger, cop monitored, party that was held on the soccer field beside the school. Better you act crazy here where I can keep an eye on you was what she always said. Dan stripped off his dress pants and shirt and stood in his boxers as he rummaged through his back pack for his favourite jeans and t-shirt. With a quick knock, Kassy opened the door and slipped inside, she was already out of her prom dress and into more comfortable clothing.

“Your still not changed?” she inquired as she put her arms around him and moved in close. “What have you been doing in here all by yourself, the excitement too much for yea?” She giggled and pressed her body into his, kissing him deeply.

Kassy stood 5’8″, with shoulder length brown hair and incredibly dark brown eyes. She had a nice tan form sun bathing the day before and her soft full lips felt like heaven. She was wearing a little pair of baby blue bed shorts that barely covered her ass and a care bear tank top that fit tightly across her C cup breasts and then hung loose exposing her belly. Kassy was just a little over weight but was too confident to let that stop her from showing off her body.

As she pulled away they both looked down to see a bulge starting to form in the front of Dan’s boxers, she gave him a sly smile and started to message his cock through his boxers. Dan closed his eyes and gave into the pleasure. He was hard as a rock within seconds. Kassy pushed him back against the wall and pulled his boxers over his raging hard-on, letting them fall to the floor.

She kept messaging him and leaned in close, “how about a little release to ease the tension.” Dan gulped and nodded his head and she worked his cock and kissed his neck and chest. Dan was lost to the world, lost in the scent of her perfume, the warmth of her mouth as she left wet kisses everywhere and her soft hands as they pushed him towards climax. He tried to fight, tried to last longer and enjoy the attention but Kassy cupped his balls with her free hand and picked up the pace of her strokes, pushing him over the edge. Moaning loudly, Dan came all over her hand and belly as she aimed his cock towards her.

“Wow,” she said “that’s so much cum! You sure you’ll have anything left for later?” She giggled and started cleaning herself with some tissue as Dan slowly came back to reality. Dropping the tissue in the waste basket, Kassy turned and kissed him on the cheek giving his cock one last rub and said, “don’t be to long, everyone else is already mixing a drink.” With that, she smiled and slipped out the door and back to the party.

Dan took one more minute for himself before pulling his boxers up illegal bahis and putting his jeans on. All the tension that was there before was completely gone now and Dan was looking forward to the rest of the evening. He packed his tux up and slid a superman t-shirt over his head. Digging in his back pack again he pulled out his eight-pack and downed half a beer with a satisfied sigh. They had to get Kassy’s older sister to get them alcohol as Dan had only turned eighteen three weeks earlier and while Kassy and the others at the party where graduating from high school, Dan still had another year to go.

Turning the light out as he left, Dan stepped out of the bathroom and into the rec-room with the others. There was ten people, all close friends, with the exception of Dan who had only met them when he first met Kassy. The others had grown up together in town and went to the same schools there whole lives, Dan had moved to town with his mother only two years prior and had some trouble fitting in. He stood 5’10” with black hair and brown eyes, his slim build and glasses made him an easy target for the jocks. Dave, Jeff, and Will had slowly warmed up to him over the last year, only giving him a chance because he was with Kassy and the girls in the group liked him, cause he treated Kassy well. Or so they said.

Dan put his beer in the fridge and gave Kassy a kiss as he wrapped his arms around her midsection. The two stood there laughing with friends and drinking as the night drifted on. Dan and Kassy found themselves a chair and relaxed with Kassy sitting on his lap as the others paired off on there own. The conversation continued here and there with each pair taking little break’s to make out or fondle each other. Dan had his hand up Kassy’s shirt pinching her nipples and messaging her tits as she slowly ground her ass on his lap getting them both worked up. When Kassy was turned on she got really wet and tonight was no different, a little bit of her shorts where damp with pussy juice and the smell that drifted up was intoxicating.

She buried her face in his neck and started kissing and biting him as Dan surveyed the room. Will and Tammy where completely occupied with each other in the opposite arm chair and Jeff and Miranda where getting up and heading toward his room. Him and Dan exchanged nods as he walked by not trying to cover his hard on at all. Lisa and Katie where making out and moaning softly on the couch, they had their hands down each others’ pajama pants. Cindy was kissing her way down Dave’s chest when she noticed him paying way more attention to Lisa and Katie then to what she was doing. At which point she jumped off him and went to the bathroom without a word. Dave spent the next twenty minutes saying how sorry he was before she let him in and closed the door.

Kassy moved so her back was to Dan and started bucking her ass on his crotch more and slid Dan’s hand down the front of her shorts. To Dan’s surprise her thick mound was gone; all he could feel was just a small strip.

“You like that baby,” she cooed, “I shaved it down for you; I wanted you to be able to see yourself fucking me for the first time without anything in the way.” Dan didn’t say anything, but showed is approval by sliding a finger deep into her wetness. She was soaked, her shorts were noticeably wet and what was left of her pubes where damp to the illegal bahis siteleri touch. He slid his finger in and out slowly a couple times then buried it to the knuckle and Kassy moaned with pleasure. He repeated the same motion over and over working his finger as deep as he could get it until she was ready to climax.

Dan pulled his hand away and let Kassy lick her juices off, this was something that Dan loved to see and his cock was getting so hard it was becoming painful inside his jeans. He started to dry hump her as he buried his hand in her pussy again, this time two fingers and then three. He could barely fit the third finger inside her tight young pussy and she was moaning and begging for him to push them deeper.

“Oh fuck baby that’s it, finger me hard baby,” she groaned, “ooohh yea! Fuck that feels good.” She was grinding her pussy on his hand and his jeans where starting to get wet as Kassy soaked through her own shorts. Dan could hear sex all around him; Tammy was making loud slopping noises as she sucked Wills cock and played with herself. Lisa had Katie on her hands and knees on the couch as she finger-fucked her and licked her pussy from behind. Katie and Kassy locked eyes for a moment just before Katie came and collapsed.

“It’s so fucking hot when those two go at it.” Kassy said as she pulled her shirt up so she could play with her nipples easier. Dan slid his fingers out of her and started working her clit, in quick circles. She reacted by grabbing both her nipples and pulling on them hard as she arched her back. Dan knew that meant she was ready to come so he put two fingers back inside her and fingered her as fast as he could. Kassy moaned and shuddered as wave after wave of bliss washed over her body. She fell back panting against Dan as he put each finger inside her slowly before putting all four in her mouth to clean them off.

After she licked his hand clean, Kassy spun herself around so they where face to face again. She kissed him long and hard for several minutes before she stood and told him to fallow her. They went past the bathroom where they could hear Cindy begging to be fucked harder. They found Jeff’s older sister’s room, she was away at college for the last couple years and this room was barely ever used. Kassy closed the door behind them and the two grabbed each other again, kissing and groping. Kassy slid herself down onto her knees and started undoing Dan’s jeans. When she popped the button and undid his fly his cock burst out fully erect and rock hard. Dan let out a sigh of relief now that the pressure was gone. Kassy pulled his boxers down and immediately went to town licking his shaft and sucking on his balls.

Dan almost came before she even got his cock in her mouth and had to ask her to slow down a little. “Don’t worry baby,” she said between mouthfuls of cock, “it’s your first time; you can come as much as you want.” With that she went back to working his balls and rubbing his cock with one hand as she played with herself with the other. She stopped for a moment to pull her shirt off and discard her soaked shorts, giving Dan a moment to compose himself and finish undressing.

She pushed him back onto the bed and straddled his knees, making a show of pushing her fingers deep inside herself. She moaned and bucked her hips as he watched, even this was becoming too much canlı bahis siteleri and Dan thought he might cum without her even touching him. But she didn’t give him time, she garbed his cock with her wet fingers, smearing herself all over him and then swallowed his cock so deep she choked a little.

That last action was too much and he came hard and without warning. He shot a big wad in her mouth before she could move away and then spurt the rest all over himself, Kassy and the bed. “oh god, oh shit, sorry baby. I didn’t mean to get it in your mouth.” He said, still trying to find the world in all this ecstasy. Kassy licked her lips and swallowed his cum. “Don’t worry about it this time, oh what a mess; I’ll clean you up before we continue.” She leaned down and licked the cum off his belly and cock, spending extra time licking the tip.

“I hope you’re still ready for more.” She whispered as she moved her pussy over his cock. Slowly and without taking her eyes off him she lowered herself down onto his still hard cock. Just the head first, Kassy held his gaze as she rolled her hips around and moaned softly. Dan had been waiting for this for his whole life and Kassy’s pussy didn’t disappoint. He thought that he might not be up to it after cumming moments before but once his cock slipped inside her every nerve in his body came to life again.

Without warning she dropped down on him, buried him inside her juicy womanhood. Dan could feel pussy juice running down his thighs as she bucked back and forth. With a deep groan she started to bounce up and down on him with reckless abandon, her fingers found her clit and she rubbed it frantically as she built towards orgasm. Dan didn’t even move, he just laid their drinking it all in. The sounds of Kassy moaning over his cock, the squeak of the bed, the wet slapping noise her ass made when she landed on his thighs. Her body glistened with sweat and sex, her tits bounced in rhythm and she pulled on each nipple with her free hand as her other hand worked her clit bringing her closer and closer.

For Kassy the world was a million miles away, she had wanted Dan’s first time to be special but once she got his cock inside her, she was only concerned with getting off. His dick was the perfect fit; it filled her up and was just long enough that she could feel the head reach the very depths of her cunt. She was fucking him with everything she had and she could feel a powerful orgasm building, screaming to be released. All of a sudden she felt Dan stiffen and suck in a huge lung full of air as he blasted his load inside her. She could feel his cum spraying all over her insides and that was more than enough to push her over the edge with him.

Kassy’s mind spun as her body was rocked with wave after wave of pleasure. She could feel every inch of her being come alive as she bounced on Dan’s cock as hard as she could. The two of them convulsed and gasped for air as they tried to come back down to earth. She collapsed forward onto his chest and Dan put his arms around her, drawing her close as he slowly got soft insider her.

Neither one of them spoke, they just laid there drenched in sweat, cum and pussy juice. The scent of sex filled the room and Kassy could feel his cum slowly dripping out of her but none of that mattered. She slowly slid to the side and rested her head on his chest. Dan was still breathing heavily when he noticed Kassy had already fallen asleep, completely drained form all her effort. He didn’t try to wake her or even draw any covers up around them. He just held her naked body close to his and drifted off to sleep with her.

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To my Goddess: Thank you for living and being so beautiful and amazing.

Janet is a good student. So good that it worried me that she started showing up to my American English class so late in the middle of the semester. She had taken another of my classes, and she was always such a good student. She was more well prepared and sharper than my other students, and more imaginative. She’s also a really big dyke. Not butch, very femme, but she had told me who she was a month into the last semester. I guess she had sort of come to trust me. I would have figured it out anyway: it didn’t surprise me because she kept staring at my breasts when she thought my attentions were elsewhere.

“Can you come to my office after class on Wednesday?” I asked her at the end of class after she came in Monday 20 mintues late. It was the third time she had been late in a row.

“Yes.” And that was it. No questions as to what this was regarding, or why I should take up her time that she obviously spent studying….well…not so obvious in the past week. I know she’d most likely do anything I said without question, and knowing a woman would do that for me makes it hard not to let her. Not that I’m a lesbian. I hardly ever think about women. It’s just that there’s a usually a few boy crushes, but generally they don’t act so worshipful. This young woman interests me, because she seems so enamored, and I am not used to that attention from women.

But I am her teacher. I have a responsibility to her: to hold her to the same standards as everyone else and to keep her crush from affecting my judgment.

She walks with me back to my office after class, always by my side, soaking up my words. “I’m a little concerned that you’ve been showing up to my class late,” I tell her, “is something wrong?”

“I’m sorry,” she answers. “Nothing’s wrong, just that I am having trouble concentrating on school right now. It’s just that I have to get it together. There are no excuses.”

“I’m sorry,” she repeats. “I won’t show up to your class late again, I promise you.” And she’s so sincere, seeming to be full of actual regret, this young lady obviously wants to be ‘good’ according to a child’s understanding of the concept, and she wants to be ‘good’ for me because she admires me so much. It contradicts her rebellious nature, traps her in tradition, she needs to soar free but she can’t do that clinging to my side, and I want to let her go but if I just push her away she’ll find another object to worship.

“I…I met someone. His name is Samuel and…I’ve been letting him distract me from my work, but I won’t anymore.”

I was willing to let her go before, but this is very bad for her. She can’t see it right now, but if she gets serious about this guy it’s not going to make her stop worshiping women. And she will be absolutely miserable pining away in her heart and wishing so much to actually, ever, have her fantasy fulfilled. I have to help her. I have to tell her she’s bad, and help her be good for me, help her be good for herself.

“I want you to come to my place tonight at 8 O’clock. Can you do that?”

No questions, not one. Just “Yes.” She probably would have said “Yes, Dr. Adler” if she didn’t think it would sound too submissive.

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She showed up in a short skirt and low-cut blouse. I don’t know if she did it on the off chance that I might want more from her but I didn’t let her know anything.

“You’ve been late to class, and I suppose you think because you’re such a good student you can make everything up, get the notes from others, and suffer no consequences?”

“I…was going to try to make it up that way, yes.”

“Well, maybe there are no academic consequences, but you still need to be punished, because you are a very bad girl. No one ever punished you before, have they? You scream that you lack discipline everyday. Do you know that you do that?”

“No…I didn’t know. No, I’ve never been punished before.” Now she’s malleable, so ashamed she’ll do anything without much resistance. Now I can help her.

“You’re going to be punished now.” I tell her. “Do you know why?”

“Bbeccause I was llate to your class.”

“No,” internet casino I say, “Because you were late to my class, because you were seeing a boy.”

“I’m so sorry!” She’s pleading; not for pardon but for forgiveness. I know she means it. She’s afraid of failing me, and that’s kept her work above par so far. I leave her there and say nothing, going to my bedroom to retrieve a paddle I’ve used on so many lazy boys before her.

I come back into the parlor and sit down in my armchair. “Come over here and stand by my right side.” She does as she’s told, as usual. “Lift up your skirt and lay across my lap. And acknowledge my commands.”

“Yes.” She doesn’t object to the bizarre nature of this command. She doesn’t question me, though what I’m doing she knows she doesn’t have to accept. She knows she can leave if she wants to but she just says “Yes.” It sends a rush of excitement through my body. I think my nipples are hard. Too bad for Janet her head’s down and she’s not looking at them.

“Yes, Dr. Adler!”

“Yes, Dr. Adler.” I’ve never seen it take so long to lift a skirt before, but her fingers fumble, she’s trembling all over: from nerves and the shame I’ve now released to be dealt away with and never return. It’s delicious, simply delicious the way she obeys despite her shame, and the way she tries to hide how happy she is that I’m making her actually demonstrate her submission.

Just to humiliate her I might make her lick my pussy when this is all over. I know she’ll do a good job and never think it’s good enough. She’ll stumble all over herself with apologies and compliments: “Oh Dr. Adler, you taste so good. Oh Dr. Adler, please don’t make me stop! You’re so beautiful. You’re so wonderful! I know I don’t have much experience…” And she’ll be so grateful for that one time she’ll never ask for anything for herself, nor will she ever show up late again. How could this woman see a man, any man? I had to take control to give it back to her.

Finally she’s ready to accept punishment. I let her keep her panties on…for now. She wore the prettiest pink panties, as if just a small part of her thought she might have a chance with me. I’m so glad it’s not a throng: that way I can savor how much more it hurts when I make her remove this last barrier. I start with my hand and warm her plump bottom up nice and slow. I savor her nerves; her shame. How can I possibly convey how delightful it is to hear her moan and try to suppress it, or try to change it to sound like a moan of pain, when I know full well that it’s a moan of pleasure?

Finally she’s had enough of my hand, and I decide to humiliate her more for the paddle. “Get up Janet.”

“Yes Dr. Adler.”

“Take off your panties.” I’m really getting into this, punishing someone so desperate for punishment. I normally wouldn’t like pussy but this girl must be soaking wet from my touch. I love the power I have over her.

She hesitates. She might actually disobey me for once. That would be wonderful! I’d have an excuse to punish her even more! “Please, Dr. Adler–“

“Didn’t I tell you to do something?” I cut in sharply and remind her who’s in charge. I know it’s almost impossible for her to live with herself: baring her punished ass in front of someone she admires so much. Probably thinks I’ll be repulsed by her naked flesh. Let her think that.

“Now, be a good girl and take off your panties and hand them to me.” I want her to know I can tell how wet she is from my touch; from the pain I’m so generously giving her.

“Yyes Dr. Adler.” She does as she is told, placing the panties in my open palm.

I smell them, dip my fingers in the flooded crotch. “You’re wet Janet.” I state as almost an accusation. “Is that because you’re getting a spanking, or because you’re getting a spanking from me?”

She closes her eyes and moans. She’s trembling now more than ever. “I’m waiting.”

“It’s all for you, Dr. Adler. You know it’s all for you.”

“Good girl,” I soothe, “owning your desire for once. Now come lay across my lap and we can get back to the rest of your punishment.”

“Yes Dr. Adler.” Janet hastens to obey this time. There, I said I’m proud of her, she can’t contain herself, she’s so happy, even as she’s so apprehensive.

I tease her, leaving the paddle resting across her flesh for a long time. Actually, I’m teasing myself too. I can’t wait to hear her cry out in canlı poker oyna pain, knowing she’ll endure as much as she can take before she even thinks about asking me to stop, and she’ll endure it out of devotion to me. Of course I’ll push her as far as she can go. She needs real discipline, just like I told her, and I’ll give it to her and save her from making a horrible mistake.

I bring the paddle down hard, and she yelps in surprise. “I’m so sorry, Dr. Adler.”

“Shhh,” I say, “let me take care of it for you.”

She relaxes over my lap and I bring the paddle down hard on her other cheek. She tries hard not be quiet and accept this without seeming to complain, but she can’t stop herself from crying out even this early, and I can tell she has zero resistance: hasn’t been spanked probably ever, but oh the way she moans…like it’s the best thing, and I’m surprised by how hot and bothered I am. I don’t let up, no this is punishment. After about 10 I stop and tell her to spread her legs. Dutifully: “Yes, Dr. Adler.” I reach between her legs and slide my index finger effortlessly into her soaking pussy. She doesn’t try to hide the fact that she’s moaning now. I run my thumb over her clit and she continues to purr.

“I want you to tell me what you want to happen when I’m done spanking you. If you had you’re choice, you can do anything, would you want to have sex with me?”

“Yes…Dr. Adler.”

“How? Tell me exactly what you want to happen and how long you’ve wanted it.”

“Oh…forever! Since I first saw you I…I’ve wanted…I’ve wanted to kiss you all over and lick and fuck you and make you cum every way that I can!” I don’t say anything. I want her to fear my rejection.

“You don’t deserve to cum yet,” I scold. I pull my fingers away and take up the paddle again. I spank her just as hard and no harder 5 times, and then I increase the strength of, and decrease the time between blows.

“I’m not punishing you because you were late to my class.” I tell her, continuing to beat her ass. “I’m punishing you because you know you’re a dyke, you worship me and probably have many other women, and you are trying to foul yourself into thinking you’ll be happy with a man, even though it could mean never getting to lick another woman’s pussy or wear her collar again! Well I’m not going to let that happen, young lady. By the time I’m done with you you’ll own up to being a lesbian slut, a pussy worshiping dyke-whore, and you’ll never see another man again! Is that clear young lady?!”

I follow this question with a serious of hard and fast blows. She cries out and begins to sob: “Yes, Ma’am! Yes Dr. Adler. I’m a pussy eating slut. All I want to do is serve sexy older women and make them cum all day! I’ll never see Allen, or any other man again. Please…I’m so sorry for failing you! I worship you and I want to always please you, always. Please, please forgive me!” I wouldn’t have punished her if I thought she was just bisexual, but I can tell his girl is a full-blown lesbian, who occasionally enjoys cock. I won’t let her get trapped with someone who won’t fulfill her needs; someone who won’t make her happy.

“Shut up!” I demand she endure the rest in silence and I continue to rein the paddle down hard with no breaks in between, moving it all over her deeply red ass and thighs, not giving one sign of letting up. I know she wants to beg my forgiveness some more, but I just want to punish her now. I have to grab her around her waist to keep her from moving out of the way of the blows. I understand it’s involuntary, she wants to obey but she can’t. I love it! I’m not being cruel about this. She needs this, wants it, I know she does. And when I’m done she’ll be so grateful for it. I know this is making her as wet as it is me, and probably more. I hold her tight around her waist and give her 20 of the hardest blows I can muster. She screams out as loud and ever but she does not say one word of protest or pleading.

“Get up!” I say, while she’s still crying.

“If I ever hear that you’ve so much as kissed another man, I will do that again even harder. Do you understand me?” She’s sobbing in front of me.

“Yes, Dr. Adler” she sobs. “Thank you,” she says, just as I predicted. “Thank you! Thank you so much Dr. Adler!”

“You took your punishment so well,” I kindly tell her, “I might let you thank me with your tongue if you want.” I remove my own panties poker oyna and hike up my skirt. “You want that, don’t you?”

“Oh Yes. Oh Dr. Adler, please can I lick your pussy and make you cum, please?!” I spread my legs. There’s that desperation I love so much. Her eyes get wide when she sees the dark, trimmed hair covering my glistening pubis: there’s so much appreciation in them. I know she wants to tell me how beautiful I am.

“Get to it.” She gets down on her knees and begins to express her devotion. Her tongue is magical! I know she saved the best for me. Her tongue is so soft, and exploratory. She treats my pussy like that of a Goddess: like I’m her Goddess. She sucks and licks my pussy like a delicate flower. Her mouth is more gentle than my husband’s. I tell her she’s going a good job. I tell her she took her punishment well, and I tell her she makes me very proud.

Predictably she doesn’t stop after I cum, just hopes against hope that I’ll let her keep pleasuring me until her jaw falls off. I love what she’s doing to me, so much I think she deserves a reward. Maybe it’s time I found out what it feels like to go down on a woman? She makes me cum, three times, moaning appreciatively all the while.

“Stop,” I say. “That felt really good, Janet, but I can’t take anymore right now. Instead, I think you deserve a reward for taking your punishment so well and showing me such devotion. I’m going to lick your pussy, just like you did mine, and if you need to make request you just go ahead. I’ve never licked pussy before.”

“You know what I’d like more than that, Dr. Adler?” She asked.

“What’s that?”

“I’d like it if you took me back over your lap and finger fucked me like you did before, while you spank me with your other hand until I cum?” She can’t look at me, still, can’t look at me and ask for anything. God she’s a beautiful submissive slut! And I know she asked for something else because she didn’t want me to be uncomfortable having to eat her out when she knows I’m not even a lesbian. It’s sweet, but I would have done it. She smells good and I bet she tastes good too.

“OK,” I tell her, “Anything you want baby.” She lays back over my knee and waits. I slowly insert two my fingers back in her cunt and begin to rub her swollen clit with my thumb. She moans and thrashes around.

“Please,” she begs, “more.”

“That’s it Janet,” I say, giving her another finger and giving it to her hard, “own your desire, let me know what you like.”

“Oh Dr. Adler, fuck me like the naughty dyke-slut I am!” I haven’t even begin spanking her and she’s already so hot!

“Don’t you dare cum until I say, you slut!” I bring my hand down hard across the crux of her ass. “What happens to naughty dyke-sluts? Tell me Janet!”

“Oh they get finger fucked and spanked, Dr. Adler, please fuck me and spank me hard!” She answers, no longer ashamed, she’s practically shouting. I gladly comply with everything she asks for. “They get fucked and spanked, and they get to go down on beautiful Goddesses! Go down and eat their delicious cum and be so grateful for being treated like the sluts they are!”

“Are you ready to cum on my slender woman fingers you slut?”

“Yes! Yes, Dr. Adler, please can I cum on your fingers, your beautiful, long Goddess fingers, please?”

“Cum for me Janet!” I spank her and fuck her harder towards the end, and she rides my fingers like the slut she is and cums really loud.

“What are you going to do now, Janet?” I ask, before I let her up.

“I’m going to find an older Goddess, and ask her to collar me and make me her slut,” She answers.

“Good girl. Come sit on my lap.” She leans against my body, let’s her tension go and I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek. “You were really good. Janet you were so good, such a good girl.” I tell her. “Such a beautiful woman. I know what you want is rare but please, let yourself get what you want, and don’t settle for anything less, or you’ll regret it, and make me so very sad.”

“No Dr. Adler, I won’t fail you in this.”

Needless to say, Janet was never late to my class again. A year after she graduated I got this letter from Lyons, France:

I found an older Goddess, and I asked her to collar me, and she did! I belong to a beautiful woman, and I get to worship her just like I always wanted. I wouldn’t even have let myself know what I wanted if it weren’t for you. Thank you so much for being my first Goddess, and for making me own my desires! I will never forget what you did for me. I have such fond memories of that night, and you’ll always hold a special place in my heart.

Your Good Student,

Janet

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I was suddenly intrigued with all the little gadgets and folders on my cell phone. Well, not so much intrigued as I was mildly distracted. I’d just gotten off the phone with Jess who seemed to be having a splendid time somewhere on a side of Waikiki that I would know very little about. She wanted some girl time which was fine with me because it allowed Dave and I to do our own thing that night as well.

It was fun for a few hours, having a few drinks at a few strip clubs around the area, but it was wearing on me quickly. There were too many women who were too beautiful wearing too little and I was feeling dirtier and dirtier. I was also having serious difficulty containing myself in my shorts and the blind urge to take the next person I saw and ravage them was not being helped by drinking. I told Dave that I was going to head back to the hotel because I was tired and that he, having met a few beach-type men to toy with, should not feel the urge to follow me.

He saw right through it, of course. The man knew me far too well, but he also knew that I knew he was in no position to leave a situation where he was the focus of two virile, bronzed and exceedingly interested men. So he let me slip out under the advice that I “don’t bother sleeping.” I had no intention, in fact my aims were much to the contrary.

What felt like an uncontrollable erection at the time was apparently inconspicuous enough that it drew no attention as I made my way through the mass of beautiful, nubile flesh that lined my way back to the hotel, although it was also there enough that it also drew an incredibly flirty wink from Dave as I left. I kept my mind as clear as possible, trying to contain the thoughts of all the nudity I had been ogling that night and the three hot men that would most likely be fucking each others’ brains out in the hotel room next to mine, not to mention the fact that my girlfriend and Brooke were probably taking tequila shots out of each others’ pussies right now, and espectially trying to tune out the idea of what I was going to do with the binoculars in my room which I had brought for only one reason. I made it into the elevator up the 18 floors by myslef, a loud “ding!” and then the thoughts I was repressing for 6 blooks flooded out of my brain, directly into my penis.

I had a solid erection by the time I made it to my room. All my sexual organs were swelling, begging for some kind of release as I immediately pulled off my clothes, pausing for a moment to admire my new tan and my throbbing cock that begged me for something dirty. I grabbed the pair of binoculars and, leaving the lights off, headed out onto the balcony, pauding to grab my cell phone in an attempt to call Jess. The call made it through.

“Hello love!” said a voice among a lot of noise.

“Hello! How’s my sexy Jess doing?”

“Mmmmm… pretty drunk right now. Brook and I have these guys around our fingers.”

“I’d bet. Be safe though.”

“Aaah, you know I always am!”

“Still though, I’ll feel better when I know you are.”

“You’re so cute when you worry! What’re you up to?”

“Good god, I’m horny.”

“Mmmm… I like that. What do you plan on doing?”

“Well, I’m out on the balcony and I think I might do a little spying. Dave hooked two incredible guys so I’m sure he’s going to bring them back, and if you’re not back by then, I might have to join in.”

“Quit making me horny! I think Brook and I might shove off somewhere and fuck each other silly. Besides it sounds me like you want cock tonight anyway.”

“I want anything right about now.”

“Well you go have your fun. It’s gonna be at least two hours before I’m sober enough to drive.”

“I’ll still be hard.”

“You better be! I have sucked you off in a few days!”

“Trust me, I have plenty tonight, I’m almost in pain.”

“Well hell you should be spying on people by now! I’ll let you go, Brooke wants me.”

“She always does.”

“You like it!”

“Okay. I’ll talk to you later!”

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And that was that. My phone beeped charmingly and I flipped through a few options on it, mildly distracted by the gadgets and folders inside it.

Then I noticed something moving in the corner of my eye. I looked down to see what it was. There were many, many hotels to see from the view in my balcony, and a few shorter condo buildings closer to me. On the top floor of one of these buildings was a man casually undressing. His body was nice enough, but I was especially excited to see that, apon removing his underwear, he had shaved his penis completely. I grabbed the binoculars with one had, pleasuring the head of my cock, massaging the cum that oozed out into my shaft as I observed his handsome member. He quickly pulled pants over himself and left the area of my view, leaving me desparate for mroe unsuspecting exhibitions.

I scoured the hotel windows with my binoculars and came across a black lady undressing herself. Her breasts held perky as she took off her bra. I started to stroke as she turned and removed her panties, allowing me to admire her profile as she stepped languidly out of view.

Damn! People aren’t cooperating! I searched around for a while, getting arousing but hardly satisfying glimpses of naked women and men, but they never stayed in sight for me to really get into my masturbation. But, with a little perserverence, I finally struck gold.

In one of the hotels about 500 feet away I found a woman sucking diligently on her man’s cock. I focused in on the action, stroking myself slowly, trying to contain the explosion that begged to come out of me. As she worked his big dick in and out of her mouth, I imagined one in mine, dribbling its little drops onto my tongue. I thought back to those boys Dave had been with at the bar, imagining their hot, naked bodies on me and their hard cocks taking turns in my mouth. I imagined myself as the woman I was watching, sucking passionately on the cock in her mouth, sticking her tight ass in the air, spread, inviting someone to penetrate her.

To my surprise, another man stepped into the scene, and I could tell even through the binoculars that his cock was beautiful. His long, sleek shaft climbed up to the thick, cum-drenched head in perfect symmetry. He walked up to the girl and set his cock on eye level with her. She pulled her mouth off of the other man to suck on him hard and fast. The other man got up and situated himself behind her, sliding his cock into her and quickly started ramming away. I could almost feel the force with which he fucked her as I slid my fingers up and down my penis, occasionally sliding down to finger my ass while I dreamed of men gathered around me, hard as rocks, ready to fill me up like the woman I was watching. I felt like a total slut, wanting endless lines of men and women to just come up and use me. I wanted to cum so much.

But I wanted to see how she took these men’s loads. I contained myself, seeing as how by now both of these men looked about ready to blow. I could see by the look on her face that she was cumming. The penis was out of her mouth and the man was jacking it off furiously over her face, and the other man was pounding her as fast as he could. My own cock was rock hard and ready to blow at any time when they were ready. Finally I saw the man pull out of her and start to jerk off along with the other man. I felt myself going over the edge, watching as they shot their loads on her tits and her face. She took one cock, still cumming, into her mouth and sucked hard on it letting the other man shoot the rest of his cum onto her body. With that I finally let loose, watching my semen shoot onto my chest and stomach, thinking of men shooting their load onto me, filling me up. I wanted more.

I wanted those two guys to come back with Dave.

But first I figured I should clean up quickly. I hopped into the shower with my pyrex dildo and washed my cum off of me. I let the water cascade over me for a few minutes before sitting illegal bahis siteleri down in the tub. Easing myself back against the back of the tub, I propped my legs on the sides of the tubs, lifting my ass up slightly into the air. Feeling the water beat lightly against my tight hole, I took my dildo and probed around it, poking it in a little and massaging my anus for while. Finally, with a little determination I pushed the dildo in, letting out a sigh of pleasure while I felt my muscles tense and relax around it, feeling the smooth coldness of the dildo jolt me awake a little. I let it sit inside me for a moment while I played with my nipples, sliding my hands down my soft, hairless body and caressing my stiffening cock. With one hand I pulled the dildo out slowly and pushed it back in, working myself back into an erection.

My thoughts drifted off into imagining myself on top the cock of one of those beach men. I was sliding up and down his shaft as the other man and Dave pumped endless amounts of cum on my body from their perfectly proportioned cocks, squirting from their thick heads on me. I sat in the shower and teased myself for a few minutes, waiting for them to finally arrive in the room next to mine.

Eventually, I heard a ruckus outside my room and figured it was them. I raced out of the shower, dildo still in me, to look out the peep hole and see who it was. Sure enough it was them, a little inebriated, and hardly able to keep their hands off of each other as Dave unlocked the door. I immediately ran back to the bathroom, toweling myself off quickly and pulling the dildo from my ass, washing it and setting it aside. I wrapped the towel around me, trying to cover my huge, pounding erection. I checked outside the peep hole again to see if there was anyone around. The coast was clear, and I slipped out of the room, tiptoeing to Dave’s room. To my surprise the door was left slightly ajar and I could hear a little noise, as if belts were being unbuckled. They were expecting me.

I looked around me to see if anyone was coming out of their room, then peered through the door quietly to see what was going on. The three of them were rapidly undressing each other, kissing each other wildly. My heart raced in anticipation and I sneaked into the room, closing the door behind me. They all looked over in mild surprise, then calmed down when they saw it was me.

“I thought so,” Dave giggled. “Really quick, this is Steve, and this is James. Now let’s fuck.”

Steve was a bit more built than James. His muscles were sleek and his abs were prominent, his torso was hairless to show off the ripples. By this point he was dressed only in briefs, out which poked a very thick, hard penis that matched mine in length. James, the more slender, more of a swimmer’s body, had a bit darker of a tan, and apon removing his shorts exposed an impressive 9 inches of smooth dick that he immediately started to fondle. Dave was naturally already naked and stroking Steve, licking his chest and waiting for me to join. All I could do was stand there and stroke my cock for a few moments taking in what I was seeing.

Finally I approached the bed and unwrapped my towel. I started by grabbing James’ giant cock and stroking it for him, kissing up his neck while I laid him back on the bed. I kissed down his body, licking around his nipples for a while, then proceeding down to his glistening shaft, taking as much of it into my mouth as I could. He arched his back and let out a soft moan as I licked the precum off of him. I looked over to see Dave sitting down and watching me while Steve was sucking his cock.

“I want you all to save your cum for me,” I moaned while I sucked on James.

“Mmmmm… that’s right. You’re a cumslut.” Dave responded, heaving a sharp gasp as Steve shoved a finger in his ass.

“Yes… I want it all.”

Dave and James started kissing while I sucked on him. Then I felt a hand caressing my ass; looking over, I saw it was Steve, eyeing my ass as it stuck in the air. I pulled my mouth off of James and canlı bahis siteleri looked over at Steve, taking his hand and making him massage my anus, staring at him with an unrequited lust. “Fuck me,” I commanded. I moved off of James and let James and Dave move into a 69 with each other. Steve grabbed the lube and poured some on his cock and on my ass, fingering me lightly while I stroked my cock. He positioned himself over me and I stared at Dave and James, waiting for the initial pain of penetration. He eased his thick penis into me slowly and I let out a moan, constantly saying “fuck me,” under my breath. I reached my hands out to Dave’s ass and started to caress it and finger it, making him moan with pleasure. James had fully penetrated me and was pulling out slowly, giving me time for my muscles to relax as his thick shaft spread me apart, then jammed his penis back in, speeding up with each thrust.

Dave grabbed the lube and started doing the same thing with James. I turned to see James staring me in the face, with his ass in the air just like mine. We both started to kiss and work our cocks with our hands. I looked back to see Dave pushing his cock into James, resulting in a muffled yelp. I pulled off of Steve and turned onto my back, scooting closer to James. Steve re-entered my ass with relative ease and James and I started kissing some more, traveling down my neck and licking my nipples just as I had done to him. I watched as Dave and Steve pounded away at our asses, jerking off and smoothing the precum over my penis.

Steve reached around and started fingering Dave again and they started to make out while they fucked the two of us. I ran my hands down James’ body, reaching for his giant cock and stroking it while I jacked my own cock off. Suddenly, James pulled out of Dave and climbed on top of me, quickly sitting down on my cock; I almost came from the feeling of his ass wrapping around me. Dave then knelt behind Steve and started fucking him. I couldn’t believe it, I sat and watched all the cocks pumping in and out of our asses, trying hard to contain the huge load that was building inside me, thinking about James’ hot cock rubbing against me while we fucked.

I could tell Dave was getting close to cumming. A few moments later I pushed James off my cock and made Steve lay on the bed. I sat on top of his cock and started riding it, taking Dave’s cock in my hand and jerking it off furiously while James jerked his own giant cock off before shoving it into my mouth. I sucked off the cum that slickened his shaft and fingered him with my other hand. I could feel his muscles tightening and knew he was getting close too.

“I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum all over you,” Dave groaned, replacing my hand with his and jerking off quickly next to my face. I took my mouth off of James’ cock and opened it wide in front of Dave’s. His semen shot out quickly into my mouth, dribbling off his cock onto my body, past my mouth and on my face. I could hear James getting ready to cum as I took Dave’s rigid penis in my mouth, making him finish off down my throat. I looked over to see James’ giant cock spewing out giant loads of cum, over and over, all over my neck and my chest. I turned over to take his cock in my mouth and gulped down the next five loads. I concentrated on fucking James, flexing my muscles tight around his dick and riding him hard. He finally exclaimed that he was about to cum and I pulled off of him, jerking him off until he blew his huge loads onto my stomach and chest.

All the cum on me and in me was pushing me over the edge too. I took my cock and jerked it off fast and hard and quickly fell into my own orgasm, pumping my load onto Steve’s chest. I leaned over and started to lick it off of him, and Dave and James’ joined in, licking it off me as well.

We laid there afterwards and fondled each others’ declining erections for a while before we finally decided to take turns washing off. James and Steve got dressed and headed out, leaving Dave and I laying on the bed, half-dressed. We sat in silence for a while, still reviving from the sex.

“Where’s Jess?” Dave asked.

“Out with Brooke somewhere…” I responded. “Probably doing the same thing with her. She’ll be back later tonight.”

And that’ll probably be the next thing I write about.

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This is a work of fiction.

*****

It was early afternoon, and I had left work early. When I came into the house, it was quiet, as I expected. Jack, my husband of 21 years, would probably be working overtime again, which really meant he was going out with friends to chase some young girls who wouldn’t want anything to do with them.

Both Gina and Donnie would still be at school or out with their friends, playing sports, or video games, or whatever kids did.

The laundry sat in the dryer, waiting for me to fold it, which I did, while pouring myself a glass of Cabernet. Twenty minutes later, with a warm feeling and a pile of clean clothes, I climbed to the second floor and casually strolled down the hall to Donnie’s room.

Not thinking twice about the door being closed, I shoved it open with my hip.

“Mom!” he shouted, dropping his I-pad and pulling his covers over him.

Shocked at anyone being home and that my 18 year old son was naked, I stood there stunned, my heart racing.

“Donnie, what are you doing?” I shrieked, knowing full well what he was doing. I had found cum-covered briefs and sheets enough times to know, but I’d never caught him in the act.

“Y-you’re not supposed to be home yet,” he protested.

“Neither are you!” was my only response. In the brief seconds when I entered, I had seen enough to know he was watching a video and stroking a major erection. Now my eyes took in the bottle of lotion next to him and the audio still carrying the sounds of a woman’s moans from the video.

We were both in shock and nothing more was said. I turned and put the laundry on his dresser before walking out.

Back downstairs, I poured a second wine and tried to shake the thought of Donnie’s lotion-coated pink head, engorged with blood. I hadn’t seen him naked in years, let alone, erect. As a matter of fact, I hadn’t seen Jack very often lately, usually only feeling when he crawled into bed drunk and horny, mounted me without foreplay, and humped until he came, with no regard for my satisfaction. Then he’d roll off me and snore away, leaving me sweating and frustrated.

At 41 years old, I sat in my kitchen, sipping… no gulping my wine, disappointed that my vibrator was upstairs, hidden, while Donnie laid there pumping himself.

Dinner that night was awkward to say the least. Gina rambled on about nothing while Donnie and I pushed around our pasta and meatballs, both deep in thought. I had been right about Jack: he called to say he was working mobilbahis güvenilir mi late, not to wait up.

Afterward, 16 year old Gina went to her room, obstensibly to homework, but more likely to play on the computer. Donnie never moved and never looked up, just eating and pushing his food.

For my part, I was on my second bottle of wine, trying not to think of my young son. Eventually, I stood and began clearing the dishes. “Are you finished?” I asked.

“I’m sorry,” was his response and when I looked into his eyes, I knew he meant it.

“I’m sorry, too,” I said, taking his plate. “I had no right barging into your room like that in the first place.”

“But, you didn’t know I’d be home, right?”

I stopped and turned to him again. “How about this: why don’t you get a small dead bolt and put it on the door. This way, when you’re… doing something, you’ll have your privacy.”

He nodded. “Okay, I will. Thanks, Mom.”

I couldn’t resist adding, “And when you’re done, please put anything that’s … soiled, directly into the laundry basket, so I don’t have to find it.”

His face got so red. He probably never realized that I had known all along what he was doing. “Okay,” he stammered, “okay.”

Life went back to normal after that. Jack would “work overtime,” Gina would babble about nothing, and Donnie would sit across from me, occasionally watching me a little too closely, until the following week.

Jack was at work, Gina had early classes and Donnie was showering. The only difference was Donnie hadn’t bothered closing the door. He was in there longer than usual when I walked by and stopped.

“Donnie, I have to shower yet. Save me some hot water.”

He pulled the shower curtain back and was holding onto his penis, red and erect. This time, he didn’t try to cover and I got the full view. He had to be at least as big as Jack’s six inches, but his was fatter. He continued to stroke it as we looked at each other. “Okay, Mom.”

Stunned again, I walked to me room, waiting for him to finish. After a few minutes, he hollered, “I’m out!” as he padded his way to his room. I glanced out and his bare buns were tight as he walked away naked. My entire body felt clammy as I grabbed my robe and went into the shower.

As I stood there, letting the hot water soothe me, I heard the door. Looking through the transparent curtain, I saw Donnie watching me. “What are you doing?” I asked.

“Oh, sorry, just wanted to get my mobilbahis brush.” He took it from the drawer and left, closing the door behind him.

Nervous and excited at my son watching me nude, I shivered in the hot water. When I finished, and toweled off, I realized he was gone.

A little about me: Age 41, as I said; 5’4″, 120 lb, dark brown hair with hi-lights, all in all, not the least attractive woman in town. I still got comments from men and long stares from boys. The lack of attention sexually was my choice. Although I’d thought lately about cheating on Jack, I’d resisted the urge, even though he wouldn’t be nearly as faithful.

But, that doesn’t mean I didn’t have the same desires and fantasies as any normal woman.

The thought of a young man, even my son, looking at me in that manner gave me the willies.

Donnie made a habit of taking long showers when we were the only two at home, and he would wait for me to come and ask if he was finished before pulling back the curtain to show me his cock. I had stopped thinking of it as a penis. Now, I was a cock, a hard, young cock.

He would then accidentally come in as I showered, staring at me. It got so I didn’t even bother covering up when he did this. The tension was palpable.

A month went by, and on Thursday, Donnie announced he had no classes the next day, while Gina complained about having to be at school for a project. Friday was also my regular day off.

That morning, I got up and had coffee and toast in my nightgown and robe. As I was finishing, Donnie came down, dressed in just his briefs and a tee shirt.

“Morning,” I said without really looking at him. “Do you want breakfast?”

“Not right now,” he answered in a hoarse voice.

Fearing he was coming down with a cold, I asked, “Do you feel alright?”

“Fine”

I was rinsing my cup and plate when I felt him behind me. I felt him because he brushed against me. I turned to look and he was reaching up over my head to the cabinet. “Just want a juice glass,” he barely said.

The kitchen is kind of small, so I didn’t make a big thing out of it. But he stayed there, never grabbing the glass, but still pressed up against my butt.

Donnie is about 5’10, and about 165 lb. Based on our height difference, there was no way his crotch should be at the same level as my ass, but it was. He had crouched, and was rubbing his cock slowly against my butt.

“I’ll get the glass,” I blurted out, but his head was by my ear.

“I’ve mobilbahis giriş got it,” he groaned.

My hands rested on the sink for what seemed to be an eternity, with him slid his bulge up and down my ass, and I realized I was moving with him. Fearful that this had gone too far, I tried to turn, now facing him, which he must’ve taken to mean acceptance.

His hands went to my hips as he continued grinding, and his eyes glazed over and he grunted like a beast in heat.

“Baby, no,” was all I got out before he yanked open my robe and pawed at my tits. The normally sensitive nipples were so tender to his clawing, and he tweaked them as he buried his head in my neck.

My hands on his chest were useless. He was too powerful for me to push him away. He kissed and bit my neck, growling guttural sounds and I was both frightened and extremely excited. The best I could do was whimper as he grabbed the nightgown hem and hoisted it, exposing my bare bush.

He shoved his briefs down and jammed his knee between my legs, forcing them open. He crouched even lower, shoving his cock without finding the target. He grunted from frustration and I reached between us and felt him for the first time. He was on fire in my hand as I spread wider and he easily slid into my wetness.

His thrusting slammed my back into the counter and to avoid any real damage, I lifted myself onto the counter, allowing Donnie to stand and slide forward into my raised hips.

I found myself grunting along as he shoved into me, his hard cock filling me with his lust.

I was meeting his thrusts, staring into his handsome face, now distorted by sexual need and desire. He slammed again and again, our bodies slapping to the beat that only we could hear. He grew louder and his eyes widened as he gave one last push, then held inside me for what seemed to be minutes before he released into me, then thrusting again as he shot again and again.

His head fell to my shoulder, with both of us gasping for air. We stayed there in silence, panting as I felt his cum seeping from me, his cock softening until the point where it plopped out.

We didn’t make eye-contact as he collected his briefs, hesitantly turned, then walked away.

My body was trembling, knowing what we had just done… what I had let happen, was so wrong. I slowly lowered myself to the floor, looking around, in a fog. Donnie’s cum sat on the counter, and I reflexively reached down and felt it oozing down my legs. I succumbed to the desire and brought my hand up to my face, inhaling the mixture of our scents before inserting my fingers into my mouth, the salty, tart, flavor exciting and repulsing me. I licked hungrily, until my body stopped trembling.

I reached for a wine glass and a new bottle of Cabernet.

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-18-

Both of the girls stayed at school for the summer, hoping to make up some of the ground they had lost from missing the fall semester after Katrina last year. Class loads were heavy for a summer semester, for both of them, and they worked hard at their studies.

The bad news is that it left them little time for fun stuff, especially Sami with her job at The Grille and all. Add that to her photo shoots for the agency every couple of weeks or so, and our Sami-girl was one busy little beaver that summer.

Sami had talked with Bonnie about the project that Marcia wanted to do, using them as her models, and Bonnie pointed out, correctly, that the fall semester would be better for them both to do that. She was interested, alright, but not this summer.

Sami, agreeing with Bonnie, told Marcia that they were interested but not until the fall. Marcia was disappointed but resignedly asked Sami to call her when they were ready.

Sami stayed at school for the July Fourth holiday, picking up a couple of extra shifts from some co-workers who wanted the holiday off to party. Bonnie went to her home in Gulfport for the holiday, there being another family reunion at her parents’ place.

“Can’t really not go, sweetie,” Bonnie said as she kissed Sami goodbye in their room, “they have these things every five years, and well, you how family is.”

“Yeah, I do,” Sami said, and then kissing Bonnie once more, she slapped Bonnie on her ass, saying, “Now get out of here, ahead of the traffic, and drive safely, okay?”

“Okay, baby, see you next Monday,” and with that, Bonnie left for her drive to Gulfport.

Sami finished a report for her management class and hurriedly changed for her shift at the restaurant, rushing out of her door and damned near running into the girl who had her hand raised to knock, and which caused the young woman to jump back a bit.

“Oh, shit, you scared me,” Sami laughingly said once she was over the shock of there being a body right outside of her door.

“I’m sorry, I was just about to knock when you opened the door so fast; hell, you scared me too,” the girl replied with a laugh of her own.

“Wait; don’t tell me….Bea, right? Room 312, right?” Sami said as her brain downloaded the information to her mouth.

“I’m impressed,” Bea said with a chuckle, “I figured that you had blown off my invite to come and visit,” brazenly looking at Sami as if she were a piece of meat that she was choosing for dinner.

“Been really busy, Bea, not unsociable,” Sami replied as she locked the door to her room, “and now, I’m on my way to work across the street and I’ll be late if I don’t hurry,” moving past Bea and heading for the stairwell.

Bea walked/ran down the stairwell with Sami and when they made it out of the dorm to the steps, she stopped Sami with a hand on Sami’s arm.

“Look, I won’t keep you; I’d just wanted to see if you’d like to hang out a bit over the Fourth, if you don’t have anything else going on, that is,” Bea offered as an explanation.

Looking at her watch, Sami realized that she still had a good ten minutes to make the two minute walk, so she relaxed a bit, and motioned with her head for Bea to walk along with her.

“Well, the only day that I’m not working is the Fourth; The Grille’s closing for the holiday,” Sami said, adding, “and my roomie’s gone, so yeah, I guess so; what’d you have in mind?”

“I don’t know, maybe hit a couple of bars for a few brews; you know, just kinda’ hang out.”

“I’m still about ten months shy of being ‘legal’ for the bars,” Sami admitted to Bea, which caused Bea to smirk a bit.

“Please; this is N’awlins, honey, I know plenty of places where we can have a few without any problem at all. Look, I know you’re rushed right now; drop by my room when you get off tonight and we’ll figure something out, okay?” turning to walk away, her eyes on Sami.

“Okay,” Sami said as she watched Bea’s fine ass walk away from her, back to the dorm.

Her ass was the reason that Sami remembered everything else when she almost ran Bea over as she left her room; Sami remembered admiring her ass that afternoon, in the stairwell, when they had first talked.

Turning to look again at Bea as she walked towards her job, Sami thought that all in all, this whole thing was a bit strange, but what the hell, it surely beats the crap out of staying in her room on the Fourth, alone.

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“It’s open,” Sami heard Bea’s voice say from the other side of the door when she had knocked.

“I almost didn’t come by,” Sami admitted when she walked into Bea’s room, into Bea’s private room, “I thought it might be too late.”

“Nah, I was just catching up on some assigned reading shit,” Bea said as she got up from her bed to welcome Sami with an offer of a coke or water from her dorm-sized fridge.

“Who’d you have to kill to get a room all for yourself?” Sami asked as she took the offered coke.

Laughing, Bea told her that she illegal bahis was the RA for the dorm, and RA’s get their own rooms, “The school figures it gives the RA and the residents a private place to discuss any problems or concerns of the residents.”

“Very fucking cool,” Sami replied, as she dropped her tall, slender body onto the futon, with her back against the wall, facing Bea’s bed, where Bea had taken up a sitting position, facing Sami.

“I knew our RA was named Bea, and I can’t believe that I didn’t make the connection when we ran into each other a few weeks back,” Sami said after a sip from the cold can of cola.

“That’s alright, sugar, I like to try to keep a low profile, so, no harm, no foul,” Bea replied with a sweet smile for Sami.

Bea was a senior, and 23, graduating at the end of the upcoming fall semester with a degree in English and had been accepted to graduate school at UT, in Austin, Texas. She was Bonnie’s height, give or take an inch, which made her 5’6ish, and Sami figured, about 120 lbs or so.

Her hair was short, with blonde highlighting, which showed off her baby-blues to full advantage. She was small-breasted, their nakedness showing through the simple, thin peasant blouse that she was wearing.

But her most redeeming physical quality was her fine, firm ass, no doubt about it, Sami thought, though her eyes fixated on Bea’s breasts showing through the blouse.

“So, what’s the plan, Stan,” Sami quipped.

“Well, I’ve got wheels, so transportation won’t be a problem, so I guess we just need to figure what it is we want to do.” Bea answered.

“Since I have to work the lunch shift on the Fifth, I can’t get too hammered,” Sami joked, “but, a few brews and maybe some fried shrimp in Bucktown wouldn’t be a bad idea.”

Bucktown was near Lake Ponchatrain and a part of the City’s metroplex.

“I know just the spot; an old friend of mine manages a place in Bucktown with cold, cold beer and delicious shrimp, as well as the best Redfish in Bucktown.”

“Sounds like a plan, Bea,” Sami said, rising and looking for a place to put her finished coke-can down.

“You’re not leaving already?” Bea questioned as she took the can from Sami and tossed it into a waste basket at her desk.

“Yeah, I need to shower up from work; I smell like beers and burgers,” Sami laughingly said as she sniffed at her shirt’s sleeves.

“I like the smell of beer and burgers,” Bea replied standing close to Sami now, and closing her eyes, she sniffed and opened her eyes afterwards, saying, “I don’t know, but to me you smell good enough to eat,” her voice laughing at her own pun, but her eyes saying something else. The double entendre wasn’t lost on Sami, and it did cause her to rethink her plan of staying in her room, after her shower.

“So, after you’ve showered up, why don’t you come back and we’ll bullshit each other for a while; you game?” Bea asked, adding, “And if you have any reefer, I wouldn’t mind a bit.”

“This isn’t a set-up to bust me for pot, is it?” Sami asked, but only half-joking when she said it.

“Relax, honey; I’m just out of my own stash at the moment and I can guarantee that we could find weed in over half of the girls’ rooms in this dorm,” Bea reassured Sami with a chuckle, “Hell, the fourth floor positively reeks of it, most days.”

“See you in about a half hour,” Sami told Bea as she opened the door to leave.

Bea’s response was a small smile, which showed dimples that Sami hadn’t noticed before.

It was actually only twenty minutes before Sami returned to Bea’s suite, freshly showered, her hair still damp, and dressed in her bum-arounds, gym shorts and a well-worn tee-shirt showing Jagger’s puffed-up lips and wagging tongue on the front, and a list of tour stops from eons past.

Bea still had her peasant blouse on but was wearing only panties, her shorts in a heap in the corner of the room. She had been reading when Sami knocked and then entered her room, her granny glasses perched near the end of her nose. Sami liked the look was her immediate impression when Bea had looked up from her book.

Putting her book on the floor, Bea told Sami to join her on the bed, and to fire up; “I’ve needed to get a stone on for a week, now,” Bea admitted as she took her hit from the offered doob, sucking the smoke deep into her lungs and then holding her breath to let it seep slowly into her system.

“Oh, damn, but that’s good,” Bea commented when she passed it back to Sami.

“Yeah, yeah it is,” Sami agreed as the smoke drifted down her throat, “an artist friend of mine always has good shit,” referring, of course, to Marcia.

Nodding, Bea took the doob for another hit, from Sami’s offered hand.

They each took their turns, both feeling the herb work its magic on them, and when the doob was almost finished, Bea ate the roach, after Sami offered it up to her.

“So, you and your roomie, Bonnie, is it serious between you two or just a typical college girl-love thingy,” illegal bahis siteleri Bea asked after she swallowed the roach.

Somewhat taken aback with the question, Sami sort of stumbled her response; “Yeah, well no, I mean, I don’t really know how to answer that question,” Sami admitted clumsily; the stone that was wrapping its arms around Sami wasn’t helping her to think clearly, and it showed.

“Simple, baby-girl; it either is or it isn’t,” Bea said softly, the effects of the herb showing in her face, in her smile, as she leaned against the wall, her eyes on Sami’s face.

“Well, we both have feelings for each other, if that’s what you mean, but I’m not ready to say that we’re walking down the aisle…wait a minute, how’d you know her name is Bonnie?” Sami asked as her mind put the pieces of the conversation together.

“Duh? Dumb-ass, I’m the RA; I know all of the residents,” Bea replied with a chuckle.

“But, why do you think…” and then in a brief moment of clarity, Sami understood that Bea must have heard about her and Bonnie being walked in on when they were making love that afternoon, a few months back.

“Don’t sweat the small stuff, Sami; quite a few of your dorm mates spend time together, in the sack. Oh, they’ll deny it, but in the darkness of their rooms, some of the girls play with each other, make no mistake about that,” Bea said in an attempt to reassure Sami, “you should hear some of the stories I get told when I ‘counsel’ some of the residents.”

Continuing, Bea added, “There’s one chick on the fourth floor who comes to see me once a week, all concerned about the things that she lets her suite mates do to her, but each and every time, before she leaves, she’s on her knees between my legs; never fails,” Bea brazenly admitted without showing any embarrassment at her admission.

“So, you’re…” Sami started to say but was interrupted by Bea.

“Yep, I fly the rainbow flag, out and about, so to speak.”

Sami nodded her head in understanding, her mind doing a million calculations a second about the conversation which had taken a turn that Sami hadn’t really expected. So I was right, Sami thought, when she invited me to stop by and hang out with her, sometime, a few weeks ago, Bea was actually issuing an invitation for a bit of girl-play.

“You’re a very pretty girl, you know that, right?” Bea said to Sami, her eyes taking in Sami’s features.

“I’m okay, I guess,” Sami replied, but not with false modesty; Sami ‘knew’ she was attractive to others but felt funny when she thought that about herself, not really comfortable with being ‘full of herself’.

“Oh no, baby, you’re a hell of lot more than ‘okay’,” Bea replied, then stretching her legs out to lay them across Sami’s lap. Sami relaxed and leaned against the wall, as Bea was, both feeling the full effect, now, of the weed that they had shared.

“Are you going seduce me?” Sami asked in a slow, stoned manner, her fingers stroking Bea’s legs on her lap.

“Depends; do you need seducing, or does the thought of a casual romp in the sack appeal to you?”

Smiling, Sami admitted, “When I smoke, I tend to get horny; so yeah, the thought of a casual romp in the sack has some appeal, well, a lot of appeal,” laughing after she said it.

Pulling her pillows in a bunch behind her back, Bea relaxed into them as she and Sami simply stared at the other. Holding her arms out to Sami, Bea said, “Come here baby, come snuggle with me, baby-girl; I won’t bite, unless you want me to,” chuckling afterwards, but with a not-so-teasing look in her eyes.

Sami looked at Bea’s opened arms, chewing on her lip as she considered the offer but in the end, Sami moved Bea’s legs from her lap and crawled into Bea’s opened arms, laying her head on Bea’s shoulder, bringing her hand to rest on Bea’s bare belly, just below the peasant blouse, her fingers softly stroking across Bea’s skin.

“Mmm, that’s a good girl,” Bea said as she scooted down a bit so that she could kiss Sami, which she did, softly, teasingly, finding Sami’s lips warm and soft to her own. Sami responded with tenderness, enjoying the feel of Bea’s lips against hers.

They kissed each other like that, softly and tenderly, both content with letting the moment build from a spark slowly, both knowing that it would be a blazing inferno, but neither wanting to rush the fire.

It was when Bea slid her tongue deep into Sami’s mouth that the play moved to the next level.

Sucking hungrily on Bea’s tongue as it slowly darted in and out of Sami’s opened mouth, Sami slipped her hand under Bea’s blouse and fondled Bea’s breasts, causing Bea to begin moaning her pleasure from Sami’s touches to her breasts. Bea moved her hands under Sami-girl’s tee shirt and began playing with Sami’s titties, marveling at the thickness and hardness of Sami’s nipples as her fingers slipped around them in play.

“Take off my blouse, baby,” Bea said to Sami, and when Sami had done so, lying back on the bed canlı bahis siteleri afterwards, Bea lowered her breasts against Sami’s mouth for Sami to suckle, her hands holding Sami’s head to her chest as she did so, and her lips kissing the top of Sami’s head.

“Oooh, baby, that feels soooo good,” Bea’s contented voice murmured, feeling the fire in the pussy from Sami’s tongue and mouth on her breasts, “you suck titty really, really well,” pressing her breasts hard against Sami’s sucking mouth and flicking tongue, almost smothering Sami in the process.

Pulling her breast from Sami’s mouth, Bea slipped down Sami’s body and kissed Sami hard, lustfully, her breath coming in short, labored gasps from the excitement that being with Sami was giving her.

Her hands lifted Sami’s tee shirt while her tongue slipped in and out of Sami’s mouth; fondling Sami’s tits, the hardness of Sami’s nipples pressed against Bea’s palm, which only drove her desires more. Dropping her head to Sami’s chest, she hoovered Sami’s nipples, one at time, her moans muffled by Sami’s tits in her mouth.

Sami was humping and grinding her crotch against Bea’s leg, which was pressed hard against it; moving her arms from her grasp of Bea’s body, Sami pulled her tee shirt from her body, lying back down afterwards; Bea never stopped sucking and licking Sami’s breasts as she did so, but her hands were busily removing Sami’s shorts, then her panties.

Moving quickly, Bea slid down Sami’s body and dropped her mouth onto Sami’s pussy, her tongue relishing all of the wetness that it had found, as Sami wrapped her legs around Bea. Sami’s response was to lift her ass from Bea’s bed, pressing hard against Bea’s mouth, her own moans of contentment filling the air, mixing with Bea’s sounds.

Bea’s hands were under Sami’s firm, fine ass, her fingers squeezing and kneading her muscled ass, her voice becoming louder as her lust took her over the edge; pushing her face as deep as she could into Sami’s pussy, her tongue quickly snaked in and out, her nose rubbing against Sami’s swollen love-bud which drew a drawn out stifled cry of joy from Sami.

“Ahhhh, sweet Jesus, oh damn, damn,” Sami cried when her orgasm burst free from her body as she pulled Bea even further into her burning, three-alarm fire that was her pussy under Bea’s very talented oral abilities.

And when it was finally over, when the climax had finally stopped shaking her body, Sami’s insides became rubbery and felt like they were leaking from her body, mixed with her juices that Bea was lapping with her tongue; not unlike a thirsty puppy would do.

Sami pulled Bea from between her legs, hugging her tightly and smothering her face with kisses while her hand quickly pulled Bea’s panties off, then returning to caress the wetness between Bea’s legs. Pulling Bea so that she was kneeling with Sami’ head between her legs, Sami’s hands gripped Bea’s ass-cheeks, pulling her wet snatch to Sami’s waiting mouth.

Moving her hips back and forth against Sami’s talented mouth and tongue, Bea closed her eyes as she rode the Sami-train to the Promised Land, again and again.

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Taking a break from the sex-play, just a break they said, ’cause they both wanted more of the other, they were lying in Bea’s wreck of a bed, arms and legs intertwined, their juices smeared on each other’s legs, not to mention their mouths.

“Damn, girl, you give good head,” Bea said with a chuckle, and then kissing Sami’s nose on its tip.

“And you don’t?” Sami retorted, “I can understand why you have so many ‘counseling’ sessions with the residents.”

“I’m surprised that you never heard the whispers about my ‘hands-on’ counseling technique,” making a joke of herself, “and when I heard about you and your roomie getting walked in upon, I told myself that I needed to find out for myself what you were all about.”

“I go to ya’ll’s home games, you know,” Bea continued, “I’ve been watching you play ever since you started here; you’re good, very good.”

“Thanks, but without T setting me up, I wouldn’t get as many chances to kill the ball,” Sami admitted.

“You’re right about that; you two work really well together on the floor,” Bea agreed.

On the floor, in the shower, on the bed, oh yeah, me and T really do work well together, Sami thought but keeping the inside joke to herself.

Both were starting to feel the sleepiness that good weed can bring begin to invade their bodies; well, the weed, of course, but also the physicality of their fuck session. Neither would have denied that they had fucked, not made love, but simply fucked.

“Sleep with me tonight?” Bea asked as she snuggled into Sami’s arms, her leg thrown across Sami’s thigh, “I promise you a wake-up that you’ll enjoy,” Bea promised, her voice trailing off, betraying the sleep that was overtaking her.

Feeling sleep coming fast towards her, Sami’s response was to simply nestle against Bea, enjoying the feel of Bea’s damp pussy against her thigh…

And that was the reason that Sami hadn’t answered her cell phone when it rang at 11:00 that evening; her cell was in her room, but Sami was with Beatrice, so she didn’t answer the call from Mr. Madison at 11:00 that fateful evening…

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“Darling, much as I love a good surprise, I already know we’re going to the country. I don’t know what the point of the blindfold is.” Ella, Lady Bradford, lounged in the back of the Rolls limo, skirt rucked up around her thighs, legs spread; a lovely young man’s head between them.

“Why do you insist on talking while I’m trying to pleasure you, my dear?” came the response. The ride to the Bradford family’s country estate was an hour and a half drive from the city. The two had been in the limo less than a minute before Jamie, the young man, had begun to expertly run his hands over Ella’s taught body. Remarkable, Jamie thought, that only a few years ago Ella had been a rather short, plump, and totally unremarkable looking girl. And now, she sprawled before him, a leggy, raven haired goddess. Amazing what a few days a week in the gym and a growth spurt could do. She’d grown almost six inches, her braces had come off, and the plumpness had melted away to reveal a face that could have been carved by Donatello.

He’d started with her blouse; a flimsy silk affair with entirely too many buttons for his taste, although he had to admit it was a pleasure watching Ella’s smooth white flesh reveal itself inch by precious inch. Once unbuttoned, a fine black and white lace bra with just the right amount of ivory cleavage was unveiled. Jamie released a slow sigh, a small front clasp, she knew him so well. His lips brushed her neck, and then she could feel his warm breath against her lips, hesitating. She knew he was watching, waiting for her body to respond, waiting to see the rise and fall of her chest quicken.

Yes, there it was, her breath was coming ever so slightly faster now. He kissed her briefly, then turned his attentions to her still lace clad breasts. With a flick, her two glorious mounds were released, spilling forth into his waiting hands. Ella took a sharp intake of breath, a smile curling her lips as Jamie’s hands gently squeezed her breasts. He loved her breasts, the whiteness of them, the perfectness of them; perfectly proportioned to her 5’7″ siren like stature. A society mag had once compared Ella to screen legend Ava Gardner, a very astute comparison Jamie remembered thinking. The dark hair, blue eyes and lush, but still slender curves. His thumbs brushed at her erect nipples bringing first one then the other to his lips. He sucked and nipped, knowing how she loved a taste of pain, the evidence there on her face, her white teeth biting into her red bottom lip. Truthfully, he could have spent hours teasing and toying with her breasts, but there was a time limit, and so he moved on.

His hands went to her slim boot encased ankles. It was winter outside, and thankfully, his darling Ella never wore anything but boots in winter. These were some of her favorites he knew, aged black leather, just of bit of a platform with a three inch heel. For the last several years Jamie had been thanking whatever fashion god it was that had brought such things back into style. He ran his hands up the boots to her thighs, the leather crackling under his touch. They were white and toned, and just like the rest of her, had the slightest hint of softness. Her skirt was a long black almost Victorian looking piece, Ella had always had a taste for the somewhat dramatic and eccentric. In fact, her whole outfit put him in mind of an old fashioned riding canlı bahis şirketleri habit. A little jolt went through his body at the image of her mounting a horse in such gear. Jamie’s fingers went to the hem, raising it slowly to her hips. This time it was he that bit his lip, no underwear, good girl. His hands were up under her ass now kneading. He kissed her lips again, still softly. He knew it drove her crazy, this kind of slow seduction. He’d take her hard and fast later if he had the chance, though he wondered how much attention he’d receive once he’d given her her birthday present.

Jamie stole a glance out the window, surprised to see the exit for the estate coming up. He must have lost himself sucking at those sweet tits longer than he’d meant. Ah, well, still enough time, the manor house itself twenty minutes off the main road. He immediately bent his head to his task, his lips alighting on her wet slit, the surrounding hair neat and trim. He rather enjoyed a shaved cunt on blondes and redheads, but he’d always thought brunettes looked, well, rather, bare and silly in such a state. And that is where the story began…

Ella’s head lolled back against the leather seat, a slow deep-throated moan issuing from her lips before she said, “Darling, much as I love a good surprise, I already know we’re going to the country. I don’t know what the point of the blindfold is.”

To which Jamie had replied, “Why do you insist on talking while I’m trying to pleasure you, my dear?”

Ella laughed softly at that and said, “You’re right, please continue.”

Jamie shook his head at the slight condescending tone in her voice, at some point this week he would have to remind her that he wasn’t one her ridiculous suitors to be talked down to. He loved her, but she could be a fucking bitch. He smirked, she certainly was about to be fucked bitch. “Turn around Ella,” he said sternly.

“What?”

“Get on the floor, on your knees, and turn around.”

Ella did as she was told, recognizing the seriousness in his voice. She wasn’t scared though, if anything it only served to make her wetter. Now it was her firm belly pushed up against the slope of the leather seat. Jamie reached around her front and flopped her breasts over on top of the seat. The whiteness of her breasts a lovely picture against the rich brown leather. He undid his alligator belt and dropped his expensive slacks to the ground and pulled out his erect seven inch cock. He’d never minded not having some huge member, Ella thought them disgusting and his was quite simply perfectly built to fill up her hot, wet cunt. Normally, He’d want her totally nude, or at least her top off, back exposed, but after her snide little comment, this just seemed a little crueler. One hand went to her small waist while his other brushed her hair away from her neck, his mouth tugging lightly at an earlobe.

“Oh, do hurry Jamie.” Ella was half pleading, half commanding. If it had been any other woman, Jamie swore, he would have stripped the bitch and left her on the side of the road. Instead, he grabbed his prick and shoved it straight up into her steaming cunt. A cry of surprise and relief came from Ella as she ground her ass back against Jamie’s hips. They were turning off the main road now, onto the long drive of the estate. His prick thrust in and out viciously slamming canlı kaçak iddaa Ella against the seat, over and over. He could hear her breasts slapping against the leather, and grabbed at them, squeezing them like vices. Ella didn’t make a sound, though he knew from her short laboured breathing that she was enjoying herself. He could feel the pressure building up within him now, the smells of leather, sex, and car’s engine, intoxicating. A shudder ran through Ella as she came. It was almost too easy, at certain times. Jamie held on for only a fraction of a minute longer. His seed flooded into her in a hot rush.

The Rolls Royce limo pulled into the circular drive of the manor house, a sprawling 18th century limestone masterpiece. Inside the car Jamie still clung to Ella, there was no rush, the two could remain undisturbed as long as they desired, but he was anxious to give her his present. Their breathing had slowed to an almost normal pace. Jamie opened a small compartment and withdrew a towel, cleaning himself and Ella up.

“Can I take this off now?” Ella gestured to the blind fold.

She sat facing him now in totally dishevelment. “No, not yet,” He said as he did up his pants and fastened his belt, then began to button Ella’s shirt and run his fingers through her wavy hair. “There, you look quite presentable.”

“There best not be people here.” She wanted nothing but to spend the week with Jamie, alone.

Jamie could see the butler standing at the car door, studiously avoiding looking into the blacked out windows. He knew that the job he had been hired to do required service with total loyalty and absoutelly no questioning. He’d stand outside the car door all night waiting for the signal to open the door. Yes, Jamie thought, Barnsley, was a fine hire. At that, he rapped on the window, and Barnsley opened it. Jamie unfolded his tall frame and stepped out of the hot car into the biting chill of December. He breathed into the air, watching his breath. “It was so warm in the car, I’d forgotten how cold it was outside.”

Barnsley, who had worked for the family for years and knew exactly what had been going on behind the glass partition, simply nodded and said, “Quite so m’lord.”

“Yes, well,” Jamie stuck his head back into the cooling cabin of the car, “Are you coming out Ella?”

“Well, it’s a little difficult as I’m blindfolded.”

“Here, I’m holding out my hand. There you go. Alright, watch your head.” Ella’s boots crunched on the gravel drive. “You’ll see that the bags are taken care of?” Jamie shouted over his shoulder as he drew Ella into the house.

“Of course, m’lord. Everything has been made ready as always.”

“Excellent, then I doubt you’ll see us for the rest of the night.”

“Very good, goodnight.”

Jamie left the heavy oak door open behind him as he pulled Ella along towards the newest addition to the house. “Do you know where we’re headed?” He asked her.

“The lab,” Ella stated, starting to become excited. The Lab, as they called it, had been built during World War II to serve as a makeshift hospital. It had been sealed off by the last Lord Bradford, but Jamie and Ella had reopened the wing and remodled it to suit their fancies. They stopped at the entrance, Jamie placing his thumb against a small scanner. “You know how close to success we’ve been with our experiments canlı kaçak bahis in nanotech?” There was a heavy sound of metal and the door slid open revealing a well lit hallway with three metal doors on either side and an arched opening ahead.

“Yes,” Ella’s heart had begun to beat faster. Behind each of the doors was a small cell with a bed, a toilet, and a sink. There were frequently “guests” occupying at least one of the rooms, but at present, they were all empty. The nanotech had been the logical progression in their shared interests. If the right programs and combinations were made they would be able to totally reshape a person into anything they desired. Jamie was the scientific mind while Ella was the artist. But, their experiments had been slow to progress, enhanced breasts here, a bulging ass there, nothing for the books.

The two stepped through the archway into an operating gallery of sorts, an operating table in the center, beyond, through another door, a second room, white, sterile with other doors leading off it. Within an old fashioned gynecological exam table.

“Hello, Ella,” a pleasant woman’s voice shocked Ella. She hadn’t expected anyone to be here. Ella couldn’t stand it anymore and ripped the blindfold away. She briefly registered where they were, that there was a comatose blond female strapped to the chair and that another woman in a lab coat stood before her.

“Happy birthday, my love,” Jamie said quietly, his breath hot against her ear. She knew immediately who the woman was, she’d seen her pictures in medical journals countless times. The attractive woman with choppy shoulder length hair and big blue eyes was none other than Samantha Ruschen, one of the world’s leading doctors in the new field of nanotechnology. It was then that her gaze found its way back to the unconscious girl, woman, Ella realized, in fact, she thought, a wicked smile widening on her face, the exact same age as her, down to the day, 26 years old for another 183 days.

Fucking bitch, Ella thought. There before her was Megan Raneleigh, the blond little whore who’d tormented Ella all through school, at least until Ella had left at 15, unable to bare the abuse any longer. The same Megan that had shared a birthday with her unpopular classmate, who’d made everyone choose whose party to go to. Ella’s parents had finally just started having small family gatherings. The same Megan who had blossomed at the age of 13 and turned every boy’s and some girl’s heads. Megan had laughed at her in the halls as she’d walk by, spread vicious rumors, albeit, true, even though Megan herself had only had suspicions, about her sexual encounters, and even gone so far as to write a play in which one of the characters was a horrible caricature of Ella. The play had been preformed at assembly one day, much to everyone but Ella’s delight. When Ella had finally gone to the headmistress about it, she’d promptly been told that she couldn’t force people to be Ella’s friends and maybe she ought to seek psychiatric help. That had been Ella’s last day of school.

Later that night she’d been called to the headmistresse’s office again to be told that her parents had been killed in a plane crash somewhere over the alps. Ella had left that night, the co-heir to an enormous fortune. And now, here in her grasp was the very symbol of all that had gone wrong with her life. She’d fantasized for years of ways to torment Megan, and here she was, served up to her by the man she loved best in all the world. Ella turned to Jamie and put her arms around him, “You really are the very best brother a girl could ever wish for.”

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