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I’ve never really talked about my sex life so this is my first attempt at describing an encounter I recently had. The other day I was enjoying some of the stories in Literotica when I came across one that sounded amazingly familiar! As I realized half way through it, here was the lover I had recently met, describing out first time and I thought it would be nice to tell my version of events. I must say, I was a somewhat shocked to see it in print, yet it still turned me on.

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For a little background, let me explain that I am a Canadian, living in Japan and having a great time. This even though being gay here is not easy. Although it is not so frowned upon as in the west, it still is not condoned. There is a fairly thriving underground of gay activity, but as in any country, social liabilities force you to be careful . There are no real laws against sexual discrimination so you can be fired, refused housing, sexually harassed and even raped and there is little you can do about it.

Besides that, most Japanese men are not so well built, and extremely small where it counts. Being a top, that doesn’t matter so much to me, and that said, I must say, they have the sexiest asses and skin soft like a baby’s. And, as I would find out eventually, they are great lovers that will do anything to please you.

But, when I was transferred from Vancouver a few years ago, I had my doubts about whether or not it would be such a fun place after hours. However after months of false starts, I did meet a sweet young boy named Kenji and we moved in together a little over a year ago.

Kenji, or Ken has a great body, and is amazingly well endowed for his race. He is also intelligent, in great shape, and financially secure. I met him at a gay bar last year and a week later I was fucking his sweet ass on a steady basis. After a few weeks he asked me to move in with him and I jumped at the chance. He even hired me part time at the gay club he works at, I thought maybe to keep an eye on me, but it does have it’s advantages.

We have had a wonderful sex life and while I have been canlı bahis şirketleri faithful to Kenji the whole time together, we both noticed the spark was slowly weakening in our relationship. Perhaps he wanted more than the retinue of swallowing my cock and taking it up the ass night after night. Don’t get me wrong, our sex is great, but something was missing. Kenji at times wanted to explore role reversals but I had to make it clear, I am strictly a top. I would rim or suck a man to get him excited, but I need to be in control.

We talked about this often and I could see he was at times wondering what he was missing. So, with this in mind, I suggested we try to take in a third person for occasional jaunts, and he jumped at the idea. Being more experienced than Kenji, I told him to trust my judgement and I would check out what was available. I didn’t want just anyone, but we would wait till we found someone we both found agreeable.

Well, it took a few weeks, but one rainy Tuesday night while we were both working, in walked a gaijin, or foreigner, who I’d never seen before. He was older than us, but looked pretty well conditioned. He was a little shy but had a look in his eye that convinced me to give it a try.

He ordered whiskey and gulped it down then ordered another. I guess he was building up courage. He didn’t even sit, I thought he was staying ready to make a quick exit if he lost his nerve. So, being the gentleman I am, I started with light conversation trying to loosen him up. His name was Nick, and he was from Pennsylvania, practically fresh off the boat. He seemed a little clueless but was friendly and quite cute. After he had a few more drinks, I decided I should give it a try and asked him to dance, which he accepted.

A slow song was playing and I pulled him towards me. He must have been a bit tipsy from the drinks and he fell into me, placing his hands on my ass. Well, that was fast! I didn’t hesitate, but did the same, and what did I notice, but there was a butt plug in his ass! That was a turn on, so, as we crushed our pelvises together, I could feel my member growing. I started pushing on the plug, and Nick collapsed canlı kaçak iddaa in my arms, melting like butter.

I couldn’t believe this guy! At first he seemed so shy, yet now he was ready for the slaughter. I spun him around and immediately he grabbed my tool and started with a hand job right on the dance floor. I reached around him and did the same. Grinding into him, I stuck my tongue in his ear and could see he was ready to come then and there.

Well, we couldn’t do much there, so when the song was over, I told him I’d show him the rest of the place. I took him to the corner where there was a storage room. I really wanted to fuck this stranger. After all, I got the OK from Ken to do research on our project and this guy was really turning me on. We had a bed in the corner of the room that got occasional work, and Nick led me to it, like he had been here before!

Without saying a word, he quickly undid my belt and pulled down my trousers exposing my gleaming cock. It danced out and the look in his eyes told me he was in shock. My dick is about eight and a half inches fully erect, and that it was. He was almost drooling as he stuck his tongue on the head and licked up the pre-cum. Then he sucked the whole thing down as far as he could and slowly eased it out, doing that several times.

I was so turned on, and evidently Nick was also, because he was moaning and sucking away like a new born kitten on its mother’s tit. Every time I looked at him he was staring back at me, eyes wide open. I had my hands on his head, not that he needed encouragement, but more for balance. He was having the time of his life and I wasn’t far behind. Then he pulled back, caught a breath and gasped, “Rick, fuck my face.”

Well, we hadn’t even used the bed yet, so I pulled him up from his knees, placed him on the bed on his back and let his head hang over the edge. He was groaning as I pushed my cock down his throat and he reached around and dug his fingernails into my ass as I brutally face fucked him. Saliva and pre-cum were drooling across his cheek as gagging and choking sounds came out of mouth. He had almost taken my whole cock down his throat, canlı kaçak bahis so much so that I could feel my scrotum sack hitting his chin.

This guy Nick seemed insatiable. He was sucking away like a pro and his grunting and moaning sounds were a real turn-on. He had just the right size mouth and I was on the edge for the longest time. I would have loved to have fucked him then and there but knew I had to get back to work fast. I told him I was going to cum soon, and that drove him to suck with even more intensity. With my first shot, I swear, it looked like his eyes were going to pop out of his head!

My orgasm was intense and Nick just couldn’t get enough, he was smiling and saying, “Oh, baby, give it to me,” as he sucked away, and sounded like he was having the meal of his life. I looked down at him and thought that this man has potential! I had to get back to work, but I knew I wanted more time with this find. I told him to come to the bar when he was ready and we’d have a drink. When I left the room, I saw Ken and he was smiling, waiting to hear what I had to say.

I told him we maybe have found our new friend and give him a few minutes before checking in on him. After about an hour, the bar had filled somewhat and Nick started floating out towards the bar. I came out, grabbed him, and took him to the dance floor. Kissing him passionately as we danced, I reached down for his cock and after a few caresses he started to cum. And how he came! He was screaming and going into spasms as he shot his load. I was really getting turned on by this man and decided I had to fuck him, the sooner the better!

When the song was over we sat down and he told me tonight was the first time he had ever done anything with a man. I almost gagged when I heard that. He had sucked me off like he’d been doing it for years, and showed more enthusiasm than almost any other partner I’d ever had. When I told him about my room mate, he practically jumped at the thought of joining us for a threesome.

Well, this sounded like a perfect situation in the making, but I knew that first I had to try that cherry ass of his by myself before making any decision. It isn’t easy to find a willing virgin, and here one fell into my lap. Needless to say, a few days later I broke him in and it was one of the best fucks I ever had. Time permitting, I may tell about that adventure in the near future.

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I had always fantasised about what it would be like to sleep with a woman. I had been thinking about this for a few months when finally, the opportunity arose. My boyfriend at the time had been visiting internet chat rooms when he happened to stumble across Sharon.

Sharon was married but her husband worked away a lot. He was happy for her to take lovers as long as they were female. By chance she started talking to my boyfriend at the time and he obtained her phone number and arranged for us to meet.

I had had a crazy day at work and was running late. There was no time to go home and get changed so I had to go on our date dressed in my pinstripe suit, stockings and high heels. Not the best thing to wear on a first date but at least I had clean panties to change into.

I walked into the pub and saw Sharon immediately. She was about 5 foot 3 with long brunette hair and the most gorgeous figure I had ever seen. She was wearing jeans and a skin tight top which her large breasts were straining to get out of.

We sat down for what seemed like an age, just chatting and getting to know each other better. Both of us were a little nervous but a glass of wine soon put us at ease.

“Do you want to come back to my place” she asked with a coy smile on her face.

“Of course” I answered, grinning shyly.

As I followed her car back to her house, I could feel myself getting wet at the thought of what lay ahead of me. I was full of excitement and anticipation, as well as being a bit nervous. Questions whirled around my head, what if I didn’t like it or what if I bottled out at the last minute? Too late for that now, I thought, as we pulled up at her house.

Sharon unlocked her door and led me into her lounge. It was a large airy room, with beautiful chocolate brown curtains and a leather suite.

“Do you drink tequila?” she asked

I nodded shyly and mumbled a quick yes and before I knew it, a large glass of tequila along with some lemon illegal bahis and salt appeared in front of me

Bottoms up her cried, with a cheeky grin on her face. The only bottom I wanted up was hers in my face.

After some more drinking and chatting, Sharon took me gently by the hand and led me upstairs to the bedroom. God, it was like being a virgin again and I was starting to feel nervous. Sharon on the other hand was so relaxed, I decided to let her take the lead in our bedroom antics.

I slowly took off my suit jacket and laid it on the bedroom chair, kicking my heels off at the same time. We both got onto the bed, keeling facing each other. I could feel my pussy throbbing with the anticipation of what I had dreamt about for a long time. Sharon gently put her hand on the nape of my neck and moved her lips towards mine. Her lips were so soft and her touch so gentle I thought I would cum right there and then. I kissed her back, slowly at first then with more urgency, teasing her tongue with mine. She slowly moved her hands down and started unbuttoning my shirt, her touch so gentle, yet, so in control. Her lips went to my neck, kissing and nibbling moving slowly downwards towards my breasts.

She removed my shirt and then my bra leaving my breasts exposed, nipples erect. Her tongue moved over my breast and she started licking and sucking my nipple making me moan with pleasure whilst cupping the other one in her hand. Her tongue then moved over to my other breast, again licking and sucking my nipple making it even more erect.

By now I was so wet it was practically soaking my panties. I just had to touch her. I removed Sharon’s top and slowly undid her bra until her breasts broke free of the restraints that had been holding them back. She had the most amazing breasts I had ever seen. Large with soft pink nipples that needed to be touched. They were so gorgeous that I just ran my hands over them again and again, just feeling her soft skin before moving my illegal bahis siteleri tongue towards them. As I slowly kissed and licked Sharon’s nipple, a moan of pleasure escaped from her lips, turning me on even more. Sharon by now was feeling so horny that she laid me back on the bed and removed my skirt and panties leaving me just in my stockings.

“I so want to taste you”, she said, as her tongue ran slowly up my thigh.

I lay there on the bed, waiting to feel her tongue on my pussy, getting wetter and wetter with anticipation. She was such a tease, as she slowly ran her tongue over my lips without pushing it deep inside me. I could feel every stroke of her tongue as it moved up and down, slowly parting my lips before going inside me. I was squirming with pleasure and could feel myself grinding my hips against her face, making her lick me even harder. She moved her fingers up my thighs before pushing two into my soaking wet pussy, her tongue on my clit. I could feel myself cumming and there was no way it was going to stop. I pushed my pussy deeper onto her face and fingers, screaming as I came hard and deep all over her. Sharon moved her face to mine and I hungrily lapped my juices off her lips before slowing sucking her fingers clean.

I looked into Sharon’s eyes and could see how horny this has made her and I just knew I had to return the favour. Sharon removed her jeans and panties and I just stood there looking at her body. With her large breasts and rounded tummy, Sharon was absolutely gorgeous and exactly what a real women should be. As she lay back on the bed I could feel myself getting wet again and I couldn’t wait to make her cum. I ran my hands over her soft hair and slowly moved my fingers down gently parting her lips. Her pussy was so wet and swollen and felt like pure silk. I slowly eased one finger into her making her gasp with pleasure, before pushing another one in slowly, then harder until I was finger fucking her. I could feel her juices canlı bahis siteleri dripping down my hands and I just knew that I had to taste her sweet pussy. I moved my mouth down and pushed my tongue deep into her hole, feeling her hips grinding against my face. God, this was so horny, I had never imagined it would this good to lick a sweet pussy. I licked and sucked and licked some more, before paying attention to her clit. I started to rub it with my finger, all the time my tongue deep inside her. I could feel her juices dripping of my chin and licked and rubbed faster and faster until I knew she was going to cum. I could feel her body shuddering as she came all over my face, panting with pleasure, a smile on her face.

We lay there looking at each other, gently running our fingers over each other’s bodies before kissing passionately again. I was feeling so horny again and Sharon knew just what to do. She reached into a box by her bed, she affectionately called her ‘pleasure’ box and retrieved a large red vibrator from it. I lay back on the bed, head on the pillows and slowly parted my legs. Sharon started to tease me again by running her tongue up my thigh to my pussy. I could feel the excitement building again and was sure I was going to cum soon. She pushed the vibrator deep into my soaking wet pussy and turned it on. I was in heaven as she fucked me slowly, then faster, rubbing my clit with her fingers at the same time. My hands went to her breasts and I rubbed her now, erect nipples making her moan out loud. I could feel myself cumming again and begged her to fuck me faster and faster, screaming with each thrust of the vibrator in me. Just as I was about to cum she put her tongue on my clit and licked and licked as hard as she could. My orgasm was so intense I screamed out her name as I came hard and deep on her tongue and the vibrator. I had never imagined I could cum like that.

As I lay back panting, my fantasy had indeed come true and was one of the best experiences of my life. I knew I could never go through life without experiencing it again.

Sharon and I lay back on the bed, our naked bodies against each other, just stroking and cuddling as we drifted off to sleep …………..

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I heard a knock at my door and went to check who it was. Looking through the peep hole my heart started racing when I saw my ex there. I opened the door a little asking what he wanted.

He pushed me aside and said, “Hey bitch, miss me?”

I started to stammer and try to respond when he slapped me across the face. “That was for thinking you don’t have to take care of my needs.” I tried to tell him to leave, but every time I opened my mouth, he slapped me again.

I broke up with him because I found out he was cheating on me. “My new bitch is out of town, so I needed to remind you who owns you.” He explained as he kept lightly slapping my face as I stuttered trying to say anything.

I had tears rolling down my stinging face as he asked if I was done. I silently nodded and he patted my head and said, “Good bitch.” He then pushed me down to my knees and said he expected to be greeted by me kneeling and kissing his feet.

I got a backhand across the face when I looked up at him confused and started trying to ask what he meant. “I didn’t say you could talk, bitch. I told you to kiss my fucking feet.

I almost started sobbing then, but I couldn’t help but listen to him. We always would talk about how I liked it a little rough, but he had a much higher sex drive than me, and I could barely handle it.

I crawled forward from where his backhand had landed me and bent down even lower to press my lips against his tennis shoes. After planting one on each I looked up at his sneering face. “You really are a pathetic loser. I knew this was what you needed. I didn’t say you could stop though.”

I bent down again and started alternating my lips between each foot. I probably got a dozen in when he kicked me back and sauntered to my couch. “Come over here, and we’ll talk.”

I started standing, and he yelled that I’m a bitch and bitches don’t stand up around alphas without reason. I started bawling when I realized he wanted my to crawl to him at my own place. I still did it though.

“Stop right in front of me, like a good little puppy bitch,” he said cruelly laughing. “If you talk without speaking, I’m going to slap you. Now, the way I see it, you promised me a lot and then went ahead and broke up with me. You’re just a dumb bitch and don’t know what you need though, so I’m here to make things right. We were güvenilir bahis together for six months, and I put up with you not putting out. Well, we both know how much attention my dick needs, but you still got all pissy when someone else swung on it for a night. I’m just here to get what you owe me. I only got off about twice a week with you, and the rest was my hand. I average about three a day. So, twenty a week, for six months is about five hundred fucking loads into my own hand. So, you owe five hundred loads.”

“What the fu-” I tried to get out before being laid into by his hand again.

“I said no fucking talking bitch, now get off the fucking ground and kneel in front of your master.” He continued as I returned to where I was, “you owe me five hundred loads. Now I’m going to be nice and say that you can repay them multiple ways. Obviously, taking a load will count. And bitches don’t get to cum without permission, so every week you don’t cum will count as a load repaid. Also, I’m going to be taking your credit card and after a certain amount I’ll count it as a load. How much you think my loads are worth bitch? I got a number in my head, if you’re higher I’ll go with yours, if you’re lower, I’ll double the difference and add it to my number.”

“Umm, I don’t know,” I stammered, caught off guard with the question. My mind was still racing with everything he’s been saying.

“Umm, I don’t know,” he mocked in a song-song voice. “How about this,” he said leaning forward and lightly slapping me again. “Take off my shoes and socks, and I’ll let you think about your answer. Remember, how much would you pay for my thick and creamy load?”

He pressed the bottoms of his shoes into my face, squeezing my nose between them. I reached up and started to pull them off when he kicked me back, once again forcing me on my back for the third time in less than fifteen minutes.

“Show some fucking reverence for your master’s feet and property. Unlace them and take them off slow, dumb bitch.”

I apologized and quickly crawled forward, reaching out and unlacing his shoes. After that, I reached up and pulled them down, only for a ripe, rancid smell to smack me in the face.

He laughed at my facial expression. “How’s that bitch? This good has been out running today and decided it would be a good workup before I came over to türkçe bahis show you our new life. Keep going boy.”

I tried not to get nauseous as I reached back up and began rolling down his rank, sweaty socks.

After I got them off, he told me to turn them back right-side-out to show them proper respect. Then he took them from me and held one of them up, “Lick it, bitch. Just the tip, you’ll get more later,” he laughed.

I stuck my tongue out and pressed it against the toes of his sock as it assaulted my nose.

He smacked me once again and said, “Lick doesn’t mean press your tongue against it, bitch. There needs to be some tongue movement here.”

I swiped my tongue left and right, licking all around the tip. After he was satisfied, he laid the sock out and presented the other for me to tongue.

“I hope you know how much my load is now,” he reminded me. My eyes widened as I had completely forgotten.

“$20, sir?” I murmured, my mind still reeling at the taste of his rancid socks.

“Fuck that. That’s way too fucking low bitch. You’re lucky I don’t beat the shit out of you for insulting me like that, but I am gonna punish you. Unlock your phone and give it to me.”

Not wanting to do anything of the sort, I just stared at him with a worried look in my eye, feeling helpless in front of him.

He decided I hesitated too long, and that was a mistake. He leaped up and grabbed my hair, jerking my head around before slapping me three times in quick succession.

“Don’t fucking hesitate when I tell you to do something. Don’t act like you have a choice. You lost that right when you couldn’t do a good job taking care of my cock.”

Crying again, I reached into my pocket and unlocked my phone before offering it to him. Sneering, he looked over my apps before sitting back down.

“Hope you don’t have anyone important on Snapchat,” he laughed menacingly. “Just sit fucking still for me and think of an appropriate number.”

Randomly deciding on sixty, I sat still until he told me I could speak again. Before that however, he put his big toes in my mouth and told me to suck. If I thought his sock tasted bad, his toes tasted like concentrated, rancid, jock sweat. I could feel my spit mixing with the sweat and grime, creating a slimy substance that filled my mouth with the fouls taste.

After güvenilir bahis siteleri a few minutes, he pulled his toes as far apart as he could, hooking the insides of my cheeks on them and stretching out my mouth. He started hawk up a wad of spit. He leaned his head back a little and let it fly, landing on the front of my shirt.

“Aww. I missed. We’re gonna do this until I get three points,” he said, laughing as he began coughing more spit up. Ultimately, I had five and a half loogies on my face, eight on my shirt, two on the floor, and three and a half in my mouth because one “didn’t count.”

“Alright, you’re gonna tell me the price of my loads while I film it,” he told me as he pulled up my phone. “I wonder what Snapchat will think of you talking with your mouth full.”

“How much is it worth to you?” he asked, as, I assume, he started filming. My heart filled with dread as I realized he wasn’t planning on taking his toes from my mouth as I answered.

“Ishty!” I tried to shout as his spit gurgled in my mouth, and I couldn’t pronounce around his toes.

He messed with my phone for a minute, then set it down and told me I’d get a load off my debt for every $150 on my credit card.

“I was gonna do $75, and $50 is a bit lower than that. So, the difference times two, plus mine and a bit for that pitiful fist offer,” he explained, mishearing my offer by ten. I didn’t have the courage to contradict him, and I still couldn’t talk right with his two huge toes taking up my mouth.

He kicked me back a bit and stood up abruptly, reaching for the zipper on his jeans.

“I’m gonna show you what you’ve been missing. But you’re gonna have to earn the right to take my load straight from my dick, and that’s not gonna count towards your debt unless you can get the nut out yourself.”

He fished out his soft cock, about four inches and still thicker than I am hard. He started stroking it while leering down at me. After a few minutes I was staring up at him in awe of his thick, 7.5 inch dick. A full two inches longer than the one making a tent in my pants, all fears and worry forgotten while staring down his alpha meat.

He stiffened and shot a huge load all over my carpet. He didn’t let a single drop land on me. He sat down and stared straight at me, his dick still hard and pointing straight up, like a thick cannon that didn’t need any recharging time.

“You’re gonna lick that up off the floor and my spit from earlier. Then you and I are going to go about getting some lunch. Or more lunch in your case,” he added laughing.

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Summary: Mom and daughter explore each other in the tent.

This is the second chapter to this story. In part 1, 50s Family: A Sister’s Virginity, virgin church daughter Eve sees her brother get a blow job at the drive-in and becomes in awe of her brother’s big cock. After going shopping with her brother’s girlfriend she has her first sexual encounter… as she discovers the joys of lesbian sex. Then, on a family road trip, beginning at a different drive-in and continuing in the woods, just brother and sister this time, Eve sucks her first cock… her brother’s… and he also takes her virginity. The chapter ends back at the family campsite with Eve’s Mom discovering sperm in Eve’s hair, then Eve hearing Mom masturbating in the tent….

Thanks to: Tex Beethoven, Robert, thor­_pf and Wayne for editing.

50s Family: And Mommy Too

I woke up and replayed last night in my head.

I’d sucked my brother’s cock.

I’d swallowed his jizz.

He’d licked my pussy.

He’d bent me over the car and took my cherry.

I’d had multiple orgasms.

I took a second load all over my face.

I took a third load on my face, keeping my sore eye shut this time.

I was caught with spunk in my hair by my mother.

She scooped up the sperm and… OMG… ate it.

She walked away.

I heard her masturbating in the tent a few minutes later.

I think she moaned my name.

These memories had my no longer virgin pussy on fire.

I was just moving my hand to deal with my burning lust when Mom called from outside my tent, “Breakfast is ready, Eve.”

Reluctantly, I pulled my hand out from between my legs, having barely touched myself, and headed out… unsure what to say to Mom on this morning after.

Yet, we had breakfast as usual, before dad announced that he and Adam were going fishing for a bit before we got back on the road.

As soon as they left, Mom said the words all kids dread hearing, “We need to talk, Eve.”

My eyes went wide at Mom’s simple sentence. I usually heard those words from my father, and they always were followed by a lecture or scolding.

I was petrified of what she was going to say as she gently took my hand and led me into her tent.

When we arrived in the tent, which took only a few excruciating, nerve-wracking seconds, but felt like I was being led to the execution chamber, she finally spoke. “Eve, I’m not angry.”

“Y-y-you’re not?” I asked with a huge sigh of relief, even though her reassurance suddenly made sense. While Dad was all fire and brimstone, loud and disapproving, constantly discovering new sins to condemn me for, Mom was the polar opposite.

Never in my life had I heard my Mom yell at anybody or lose her patience. She was the living, breathing Job, the most fatalistic and patient person in the Bible.

“Oh honey, you’re eighteen,” she said, turning to look at me and taking both my hands in hers. “It’s only natural that you’d want to explore and discover the pleasures God created between a man and a woman.”

Not knowing where this was going, I was still bewildered by her words as she continued, “But darling, I do have some questions.”

“You do?” I asked, complete sentences suddenly a challenge for me.

“Yes. First, how long have you and your brother been fucking?” she asked, my mouth dropping open, not at the question, which I’d kinda guessed was coming, but at hearing my mother use a swear word for the first time ever.

I stammered, “L-l-last n-night was the first time.”

“I figured it might be,” she said, seeming very calm and composed. “Did Adam take your virginity last night?”

“Yes, Mother,” I admitted, somehow beginning to feel comfortable with this strange conversation. I figured most mothers would be jumping up and down in outrage by this point, but ever since we’d begun talking outside the tents last night, she’d showed no signs of judging me.

“He does have a huge cock,” Mom said with a slight smile.

“Mother!” I gasped, shocked by my sweet, reserved, often timid mother saying something so bluntly.

“What?” Mom asked with a playful smile, “I’ve seen him masturbating more than once… he doesn’t know I have… plus those tight jeans he wears can’t possibly conceal a sword that big.”

“Well, he did impale me with that big sword twice,” I admitted.

“I haven’t been impaled in over ten years,” Mom admitted.

“No!” I gasped, “but you’re married!”

“After you and Adam were born we tried for another few years for one more child, but your father eventually gave up on conception and then shortly afterward on sex,” Mom revealed, looking so sad. “If it isn’t done for procreation, sex is a sin, you know,” letting on by her ironic tone, for the very first time in my life, that she thought something Dad said was stupid.

“He at least licks your pussy?” I asked, before realizing I’d said ‘pussy’ instead of ‘vagina’.

“God, no,” she laughed, with a hint of spite, before adding, “Jesus, illegal bahis I just used the Lord’s name in vain. Damn, that was twice! Three times!”

Wanting to be supportive, I offered, “I did quite a lot of name-vaining myself last night.”

“While your brother was fucking you,” she smiled wickedly, obviously savouring the dirty word.

“Especially when he had me bent over the car and was slamming my cunt from behind with his massive cock,” I added, suddenly feeling completely comfortable talking so frankly with my mother and trying to shock her back. After eighteen years of such a strict, Puritanical upbringing, I was amazed to discover I felt I could tell her anything, until I realised that all the brimstone stuff had always come from Dad, and the worst Mom had ever done was not to contradict him whenever he got to ranting and raving. Whenever I’d felt too bad, she’d always sneak me off someplace for a long cuddle until I stopped crying.

“He didn’t sodomize you, did he?” Mom asked.

“No,” I shook my head.

“Good, because that’s more a third date type of thing,” Mom joked.

“Mother!” I gasped, truly enjoying this delicious side of Mom!

“What? I was young once, near the end of the depression and the start of the war, and back then we had to make our own fun,” she said.

“Which was anal sex?” I questioned.

“Well I did some of that of course before I married your father, but what I did a lot of was licking pussy,” Mom answered, seeming to enjoy the shock value and the facial expressions I was likely showing her.

“Mother! You were a lesbian?” I questioned.

“No but your Aunt Gladys and I found lots of imaginative ways to kill the time in the small room we shared, including anal. We didn’t have cocks of course, but we always found things to use when we wanted to,” Mom revealed, continuing to bombard me with shocking, but wonderful revelations.

“My head is blown,” I said, completely overwhelmed by what I was hearing.

“I’ve been living in silence and denial for years,” Mom explained. “I mean I was pretty wild when I was your age, but once I got married, well, I settled down because that’s what married women are supposed to do.”

“You love Dad, right?” I asked, noticing a strange look of sadness in her eyes.

“God, yes,” she nodded. “Don’t mistake this conversation and honest revealing for anything other than a sudden reawakening of a long dormant sexual life.”

“I don’t understand why Daddy doesn’t fuck you,” I bluntly said, enjoying being able to swear in front of my mother… swearing just as new as fucking for me… and I saw them as being connected.

“I don’t either,” she sighed. “I know he loves me, like he loves you and Adam, but he doesn’t know how to show it.”

“Which is strange considering the Bible is full of evidence of love,” I pointed out.

“I’m not sure, because he refuses to talk about it at all, but it could be his memories of the war. No doubt he uses the Bible as a fear tactic against the parishioners, especially you teenagers, to protect you from the corruption of American values he sees as a threat,” Mom explained.

“He sure doesn’t promote the positive messages in the Bible,” I nodded, as I moved and gave Mom a hug.

“I think he’s lost, like so much of today’s society and unfortunately I’ve allowed myself to get lost too,” she said, sounding as sad and lost as a teenager: like me a week ago! She added, “Realizing you must have just had sex with your brother reawakened a side of me long dormant, as well as my memories of my own incestuous past. Especially when I realized I’d just tasted my son’s seed!”

“Mom that is so hot,” I said, breaking the hug and looking her in the eyes.

“Oh, Eve, that was so long ago,” she said.

I stared into her eyes and complimented, “And you’re still very pretty, probably beautiful if you actually wore make-up or dressed a little more risqué.”

“And give your dad a coronary?” Mom joked.

“If we stand together and confront him Mom, what is he going to do?” I asked, before joking, “Condemn us to hell?”

She laughed, “Maybe.”

I then looked into her eyes and complimented her, “You really are beautiful.”

“I’m old,” she sighed, my father having convinced her she was no longer beautiful.

Annoyed, I continued, “Mother, you’re not old, you’re beautiful; and I’d love to do things with you like what you and auntie did.”

“Oh, daughter, you’re just saying that,” she said, still so brainwashed by Dad that she couldn’t see the forest for the trees.”

“No really Mom, I want to make you feel good,” I said, implying the obvious, and yet saying it in a safe way.

She seemed to catch on to my intent as she asked, questioningly, “Well surely you wouldn’t be willing to do….”

I answered the question before she finished asking it by pressing my lips against hers.

I wanted her to know she was beautiful.

I wanted her to know she was wanted.

I wanted her to feel the lesbian pleasure I’d recently discovered from the illegal bahis siteleri expert tongue of Tiffany.

I also wanted to be the one to give her the orgasm that she’d been denied for far too many years.

At first, she didn’t respond.

I was about to stop kissing her, thinking maybe I’d misread the signs and made our mother-daughter relationship awkward.

But then, thank God, she returned the kiss.

It was tentative at first.

Pecks.

But then the kiss became like the burst of flavour when you take that first bite of a fresh piece of gum. Our kisses became delicious and lustful and urgent.

We kissed with reckless passion for a couple of minutes before Mom broke away and stammered, her eyes suddenly big, “W-w-we can’t be doing this, incest is a sin.”

“I don’t recall any actual scripture that calls what two women can do together a sin, Mommy,” I said, kissing her again. I then added, “Actually, Jesus said, ‘by your fruits shall ye be known’. If you’re anything like Tiffany, I’ll bet you have some delicious fruit in your vagina… no, in your cunt!”

“Are you quoting scripture to have sex with your mother?” Mom asked, a sly smile crossing her face.

Deciding to use the somehow sexier term, I nodded, as I kissed her again, “Yes, Mommy.” As I moved to her neck and splattered her with more kisses, she moaned.

A rush of excitement coursed through me and my pussy leaked slightly… and I was still sans any sort of underwear.

“Mommy, I want to suck on your gorgeous tits,” I whispered into her ear, before I gently tugged on her earlobe with my teeth.

“Oh, Jesus, Eve,” she moaned, as I lifted her shirt over her head.

“Yes, Mommy, this morning I’m your saviour,” I whispered, enjoying the religious aspects, and tossed her shirt aside.

“This is wrong,” she trembled, as I moved my hands around to unclasp her bra… although I noticed her protest was only through words and not actions as she didn’t move away from me or try to stop me from undressing her.

“Why would the Lord make something that feels so right to be wrong, Mommy?” I asked, as I took off her bra and tossed it aside. “God gave you a really nice pair of tits, Mommy,” I added, staying on the offensive as I bent down, cupped both her breasts as I took her left nipple (which was hard as a diamond) into my mouth.

“Oh, Jesus, Eve, that does feel so nice,” she moaned, as I swirled my tongue around her nipple… wanting to make this an intimate encounter unlike my seduction of my brother yesterday where I wanted to be fucked. Knowing Dad and Adam were fishing and we had all the time in the world made this a lot more relaxing as the pace could go at whatever level we wanted it to.

“It’s been a long time since I sucked on these,” I purred, tugging on her nipple… again enjoying the naughty incest taboo.

“You’re so bad,” she trembled, my touch seeming to have the impact I had hoped it would.

I moved to the other nipple and replicated the dedicated attention it deserved… always a big fan of balance.

She didn’t talk, she just moaned softly.

Wordlessly, after a couple of minutes, I lowered myself to the ground (Mom was still standing) and pulled down Mom’s shorts.

“Eve, no,” she protested weakly, but again didn’t move away… it was just words.

I noticed there was a wet spot in her panties, as I moved my finger to trace her pussy lips, “Is this wetness because of me, Mommy?”

“Oh, Eve,” Mom moaned with a tremble.

“So wet,” I announced, as I moved my hands to her hips and tugged her panties down, seeing a very hairy pussy.

“Eve, I, um, this is wrong,” she struggled to say.

I ignored her weak protests as I leaned forward and licked her pussy, which was a little more difficult with all the hair, but the scent was incredibly strong and enticing.

“Oh Jesus,” she moaned loudly, as my tongue made contact with her drenched pussy.

“You taste so good, Mommy,” I complimented. “I was right about your delicious fruits.”

“I can’t… believe you… are doing… this,” she struggled to say more than two words in a row as I parted her pussy lips and licked… that sentence taking her almost a minute to say.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, as I flicked her clit and had no intention of actually stopping regardless of her answer.

“Noooooooo,” she moaned loudly, as I put brief pressure on her clit.

And for a couple of minutes there was no talking… just her moans and my licks.

I took my time as I explored Mom’s pussy.

I teased her.

I listened to her moans, which I found so sexy.

I felt her hands go into my hair.

I smiled as she gently guided my head deeper between her legs.

I took the wordless instruction as I began licking faster, painting her pussy up and down with wide lick strokes.

“Oh honey, faster,” Mommy begged, her increased heavy breathing implying her orgasm was close.

I obliged, lapping hungrily, while shaking my head slightly from side to side.

“Yes, canlı bahis siteleri baby… oh God… Mommy is so close,” she whimpered.

Wanting to make her scream, I moved to her clit and sucked it between my lips.

“Holy fuck, yes!” Mom screamed the instant I sucked on her clit, pressing my face directly on her cunt, and her orgasm flowed immediately.

I eagerly lapped up her juices the best I could in the tight spot, enjoying Mom’s nectar.

She let go of my head and I took a breath and licked her some more, savouring Mommy’s taste.

Mom pulled me up and kissed me… tender and sweet… her tongue parting my lips.

I slipped my tongue back into her mouth.

The kiss lasted a few minutes.

When she broke the kiss, she gasped, “I can’t believe I let you do that.”

As I pulled down the panama bottoms I’d put on last night I said, “Mommy, we’re just getting started.”

She smiled, “Are you implying you want your Mommy to lick your cunt?”

“Mommy, language,” I mockingly scolded.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she laughed, as she glanced down to see my lack of underwear, and my recently shaved pussy. “Oh, my!”

“Tiffany shaved me,” I explained.

“How would one even do that?” she asked, staring at my wet, girlish-looking pussy.

“Patiently,” I shrugged, as I lay down on her sleeping bag.

“I imagine so,” she laughed. “I’ve never even seen a bald cunt before.”

“So you’ve never licked a bald cunt either,” I smiled up at her, my expression reminding her how beautiful I thought she was as I spread my legs wide.

“I can’t say I have,” Mom smiled, as she lowered herself onto the sleeping bag and between my legs.

“Well, Mommy, come closer and change that answer,” I offered wickedly… the idea of Mom licking me being completely hot.

Mom moved directly to my pussy and said, “Your pussy is already wet, Eve.”

“Eating you really turned me on,” I admitted.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Mom said, looking up into my eyes from between my legs.

“You’re not doing it yet,” I pointed out.

“You’re such a bad girl,” she smiled.

“Now be a good bad Mommy and lick your daughter’s wet, needy cunt,” I demanded in a sexy way.

She shook her head before burying her face between my legs, “This is crazy.”

I moaned on contact as her tongue parted my pussy lips.

After a minute or so, she said, “I’d forgotten how sweet a pussy tastes.”

“You didn’t forget the technique though,” I responded, “You’re really good!” her tongue feeling amazing as she explored my entire nether region.

She didn’t respond, instead I felt her tongue go lower as she used both hands to lift my ass up. Then, to my surprise, she licked my ass.

Yes, I mean she licked my asshole.

It felt so weird.

So dirty.

So fucking hot.

I moaned, enjoying the nasty act, “Yes, lick my asshole, Mommy.”

“You like Mommy eating your asshole?” she asked, as her tongue swirled around my rosebud like a tiny tornado.

“I’ve never had that done before,” I admitted, “but it feels really fucking good.”

Her tongue probed around for a little bit longer before she moved back up and surprised me by saying, “Don’t move.”

“Where are you going?” I whined, my body completely on fire and ready to combust.

“Just don’t move,” she ordered, for the first time in the encounter sounding more like a mother and less like the one being seduced.

“Yes, Mommy,” I quickly obeyed, wanting her to know I would obey her without hesitation… being told what to do was a great turn on, as was being called names.

Mom left the tent and I lay there curious, but a little perturbed. Where could she possibly be going in the heat of the moment?

She returned a minute later and ordered, “Close your eyes.”

“Yes, Mommy,” I responded and did exactly as she told me… my annoyance shifting to excitement with whatever Mom had in store for me.

I felt her move back between my legs and resume licking my fevered pussy. I was confused where she’d gone, but that confusion faded as her tongue resumed working its magic.

“Oh yes, Mommy, your tongue feels so good on my cunt,” I moaned, wanting her to know how much I was enjoying this.

As my moans increased, my orgasm building, I suddenly felt something poking at my asshole. I opened my eyes to look down as I felt something cold slide inside my asshole just as Mom took my swollen clit in her mouth.

I couldn’t see what she’d inserted in my ass but it was thin. I screamed! Being sodomized by a foreign object while simultaneously having my clit pleasured became the final straw, as I grabbed Mom’s head and held it against my trembling twat, “Mommmmmmmmmmmmmy, I’m coming!”

The gush of come that flooded out of me likely alerted her without my declaration, as intense pleasure coursed through me. The anal stimulation triggering my orgasm… the feeling of having something in my ass stung a bit, but that was dampened by the intense pleasure on my clit.

Mom eagerly licked my juices as my orgasm seemed to tingle everywhere from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

When I was finally spent, Mom climbed up, leaving whatever was in my ass inside me, and kissed me.

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It started out as any other Sunday afternoon at the gym, but boy that was going to change. I had just put on my gym cloths and was walking down the hall when a man turned the corner and we almost crashed into each other. He was a tall good looking, Asian man, in his late thirties to early forties. As we made our apologies it happened, our eyes locked on to each others. I can’t explain it, it was just for a split second but that look in his eyes I will always remember. We went on our ways. I went into the locker room to take a leak. As I’m standing at the urinal, he walks up to the sink. He starts to wash his hands. I can see in the mirror that he’s checking me out. I finish and walk up to the sink next to him. We glance at each other and nod hello. “I haven’t seen you here before. Are you visiting?” I asked, breaking the ice.

“Just joined today, have to get back into a routine.” He replied.

“I’m David.” As I reach out my hand.

“Gary.” He states, as we shake and share a slight smile.

We both go back into the gym and do are workouts. We meet up again at the water fountain. “Have you seen the whole place?” I asked, just making small talk.

“No, I haven’t” Is his reply.

“I can show you, if you want.” I offer.

“Cool.” He says.

After our workouts I lead him around the facilities. My tour ends in the locker room, which is almost deserted. We go to our separate lockers. I strip down and wrap a towel around me and head to the showers. The hot water feels good on my aching body and soon Gary enters and takes the shower opposite me. We have similar body types, both lean and toned, he’s a little bit more toned than me and we are both canlı bahis şirketleri smooth, with very little hair. I notice that he keeps glancing over at me as he lathers up and starts washing his cock and balls. I couldn’t tell for sure but his cock seemed to be getting bigger. I pretend not to notice and lathered up, washing my cock. I can feel it starting to get hard. I glance over to Gary to see if he is paying attention, he is. So I expose my slightly hard cock to him as I rinse off. He’s still washing and pretending not to notice me as I grab my towel and leave.

With my towel wrapped around my waist, I walk over to the dry sauna. The place is deserted and the sauna’s light is off, which makes it hard to see in through the glass door. I go inside; it’s small, can’t fit more than four or five comfortably and has only two sitting levels. I sit on the top level that has a good view of the locker room through the door. I use half my towel to sit on and the other half to drape over my lap, making sure that some of my pubes are exposed. Just as I’ve settled in I see Gary heading toward me.

Not being able to see in the sauna very well, he cracks the door open and cautiously enters. There’s a hint of relief on his face to see that I am the only one here and that the light is off. He takes a seat next to me towards the corner. We sit there for a short while pretending to enjoy the heat and ignoring each other. Soon Gary loosens his towel from around his waist and arranges his towel like me. We steal hidden glances to each other. I wait till I feel his eyes upon me, then with one hand I reach and scratch the top of my pubes, pushing to towel down, showing off all canlı kaçak iddaa of my pubes. I look over to Gary and catch him looking. He looks a bit embarrassed and smiles. “I see you trim your pubes.”

“Yeah, my wife and I trim each other as foreplay.” I reply

He nods. “I just like them short.” He says as he pulls off his towel, revealing his tightly cropped pubes as well as a more than slightly swollen member. He looks over and catches me looking at his dick. Our eyes meet and then he glances down at my cock, which is now twitching noticeably as it grows under my towel. Our eyes meet again. “So are you straight?” He queried.

“Yes I am, although I’m a bit curious.” I reply

“So am I.” He says as he reaches over and tosses of my towel and exposes my rising cock. Our eye lock together and he moves his hand up over my body and softly plays with my nipples. My cock surges upwards and I reach over and gently play with his nipples. This makes his dick rocket to the sky. We look down at each others hard throbbing cocks. “Can I touch it?” He whispers. I nod yes and he lowers his hand and wraps his fingers around my hot shaft. My body shivers with excitement. I let my hand slide down his smooth sweaty torso till it reaches his trimmed pubes then I let my fingers find they’re way to his harden member. He too quivers. We slowly stroke each others cocks. His fingers play at my tip until I start to ooze out a little pre-cum. He smiles at this. His cock feels so hard in my hand; the skin is as tight as it can be. I can feel each throb of his cock and soon pre-cum starts to seep out. He smiles as he slides his hand up and down my dick. “You keep doing this I’ll cum.” canlı kaçak bahis I moan out.

“You want me to stop?” He asks as he pulls his hand away. “Keep an eye out, okay” He says as he gets down off the bench and stands in front of me. He looks longingly at my stiff, twitching cock, then bends over and surrounds my dick with his lips. He pushes his head down lower and lower on my cock until he has my full seven inches in his mouth. I can feel the back of his throat with my dick as his tongue plays with my shaft. As he sucks hard, he raises his head up till just the head of my dick is in his mouth. He plays with it with his tongue. Then he repeats his actions, lowering and raising his head with my cock a happy prisoner in his mouth. It feels so good. As he sucks on my dick he steals glances at me, to see how I’m doing. He can see me quiver and shake in ecstasy. The pressure in my cock grows tills I can’t take it. “I’m going to cum!” I groan. To my surprise he sucks on my cock even harder. I feel my cum rising, like lava about to erupt from a volcano. My hot jizzum explodes in his mouth squirting the back of his throat. He lets my cum drool out of his mouth and down my throbbing shaft and puddles up on my pubes. He lifts up his head and smiles at me as he stands up with my cum still dripping from his mouth. I collect the cum on my pubes in my hand and slide down to the lower bench. I stare at Gary’s hard throbbing cock and reach out with my cum filled hand and stroke his shaft. It takes only about six strokes till he lets out a moan. He leans into me. I let his cock press against my chest. I can feel his cum about to explode from his dick. Then he shoots his load and the first shot hits my chin. He shoots again and again flooding my chest with his hot jizzum. We both lean back almost exhausted as cum runs down our bodies. We smile at each other knowing that this is our little secret and we’ll do this again.

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This is a story I can finally share. It is a tale that covers many years so if you are looking for a quick read you can stop here. Like I have mentioned many times I am not a true writer but so far my submissions have been well received.

This story is the one that truly started it all, even though it is not the first story I submitted. It is about a real person I was introduced to through a close friend. I met Daniel years ago having purchased a home from his grandfather and years later Dan himself.

I learned his story first hand and since then have documented much of his life for you to share. Daniel is his real name, the others have been changed for their protection. I offer you his story that has been updated just this year, 2016.

Enjoy and vote if care to.

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Chapter 11

When the plane was loaded Sunday all of the kids, Lizzy, Sally, Mary, and Kat all came. After helping us get the kids settled Mary and Kat went home later that week.

February 2012 Lizzy and I welcomed our newest member a son Casen. He is my third boy along with Kyle and Hunter. He was a big baby and giving birth for Lizzy wasn’t easy. Casen is a happy and healthy baby none the less. I decided then we wouldn’t have any more children. Kenzi seems to be taken in by him much more than his sister Mikayla.

With Sally now back home helping with the children Lizzy has decided to finish getting her Bachelor’s degree.

Lizzy is taking just a class or two and working with Molly part time. The management business has taken off and the two of them head that up. Sally and now Mary run the two houses when they are home. Taking care of six kids and playing taxi driver is no small feat. They both love it and work well together.

The adjustment for school was minimal. Kyle took it the hardest but he seems happy now that summer is near and he has new friends to play with. Kenzi and Hunter have been growing and seem the ones that accept change easily.

Lizzy and I adopted Cindy, but make no mistake Sally is her favorite. Cindy is still small for her age but seems to be much healthier and growing faster since she started living with us. Mikayla and Cindy are inseparable now that the baby can walk. Cindy is her protector from the older kids, a funny thing since she is the smallest. She makes up for it in other ways, she is the smartest.

Bill set up a trust for Cindy. He tries to give us money now and then but I still refuse. Bill has become a regular guest. He is such a private person I think he worries about coming too often. But there is more than Cindy that keeps him coming back if I read him right. He and I watch sports together, sometimes we just go fishing.

Mike, Sky and Winnie are frequent guests. Molly is engaged and loves having Lizzy as a friend and coworker. Ivan has secured his future and still watches over all things financially.

It took a bit longer than we planned but by April the other house had been renovated and everyone was moved in. Sam was living with Jr and Rachel in their mom’s old house back home. Jr and Rachel decided to stay near her parents but with him having a pilot’s license they could fly down when they wanted. Sam graduated in June and took a scholarship to a school in Georgia.

Its January 2013 we have been all together in Florida for some months. At first everyone started where they left off but over the last year a new normal set in. Except for one situation it was done without my input.

Sally is now in her mid-sixties and with all that has gone on over the last year I could tell she was starting to feel her age a bit more. Sally visited Lizzy and I in the bedroom much less frequently now. She wouldn’t say why of course but I knew and so did Kat. On my insistence Lizzy, Kat, and I talked one day. The conversation was emotional but frank.

I knew things about Sally no one else knew, at least not yet. I spent many months thinking it over and decide to do what my instincts told me to do. Unfortunately my heart disagreed. I knew we couldn’t keep everything from Sally so it was no big surprise when later that week Sally came to me privately.

She asked if she could move from our room into her own permanently. I explained that it was her decision and hers alone. I would support her completely. That night Sally called Lizzy and me into our room. Sally informed Lizzy she would be moving out and suggested Kat move in.

Lizzy objected at first but with tear filled eyes finally accepted it was going to happen. Sally didn’t explain why except that she had just made up her mind. I knew it was best. It was time for her to enjoy the rest of her life.

There were other reasons but for now neither one of us wanted to admit it. I supported her decision but was concerned she felt Kat needed to take her place.

With Nikki now spending much of her time next door with Sharon maybe Sally thought Kat was free to move in with us. Sally would take a room down the hall and reminded Lizzy there was still plenty canlı bahis şirketleri of room for visitors!

Lizzy made her promise she could come visit occasionally. Sally kissed her long and hard letting her know they would always be close. We decided there would be no big announcement it would just gradually take place.

Lizzy came to me the next day. She made me promise to do something for Sally. With all I have been through and the expenses I incurred it wasn’t a good time. I talked to Kat and when she agreed with Lizzy I knew I need to close some deals.

It took some time and many arrangements. Schedules were changed, early that summer tickets were purchased. Lizzy made me proud as she pulled it all together.

Early one Friday, Lizzy, Sally and I were on the plane to a destination only Lizzy and I knew about. Late that night the three of us were in our cabana looking at darkness listening to the waves lap the shore. Sally was overcome with emotion. It reminded her of our honeymoon. She talks about it all the time but this was something different all together.

We slept together that night, no sex just sleep as the week before and the flight was taxing for us all. I was up early as usual I walked the pathway to the lobby and talked to several of the staff. The looks I got were nothing compared to the snickers as I walked past. The sun was up and the first travelers dotted the white sands.

I walked back to the Cabana coffees in hand and waited for the two sleepy heads to wake up. Lizzy was first, she walked out naked and sat on my lap kissing my cheek.

“Thank you Danny.” Lizzy whispered.

I kissed her letting her know she was welcome.

“Are you ok with me joining her?” Lizzy teased.

“As long as you don’t expect me to join you.” I replied.

“We’ll see?” She replied.

Sally came from the bathroom in her robe. She sat on the chair in front of us. I handed her a coffee.

“This is beautiful!” Sally beamed. “It was so late when we came in it was hard to see. We are on the beach?”

“We are, come with me.” Lizzy said. She picked up the towels and grabbed Sally’s hand.

“Lizzy aren’t we forgetting something?” Sally asked as she looked at Lizzy’s naked form.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Yes I am!” Lizzy replied. She took Sally’s robe off and pulled her out the door.

“Lizzy!” I heard Sally squeal as she was pulled outside.

“Danny!” Sally yelled.

I walked to the door and watched as two naked women ran to the beach squealing the whole way! They had both stopped breast feeding, Sally almost a year and half ago. Lizzy had stopped nursing Casen just a few months ago.

I enjoyed the sight of tits bouncing down the path as they ran by the window. No longer nursing they both have returned to a size closer to before. Regardless I still find them sexy as hell, and, Lizzy still loves to go braless.

Sally turned back to me ecstatic as I looked on smiling. Her massive tit’s flopped as Lizzy continued to pull her down the path. I followed until I reached the sign. I nodded to the attendant, she smiled at me.

“I love you MOM!” I called after her.” Sally looked back with one of her happiest smiles.

I walked back to the cabana and I picked up Sally’s robe. I then went to the table and opened up my computer. I answered some e-mails and worked on a proposal. I called room service and ordered lunch for the three of us. There was a knock on the door.

“Mr. Masters…” The security person started talking.

“”Danny please.” I smiled.

“Danny.” She returned my smile. “These two ladies say they are with you? This one claims she is your wife the other one your mother?”

The beautiful young lady tried to look stern but I could see right through her. I looked at Sally and Lizzy standing behind her dressed in white terrycloth robes. I looked at the security guard, the name on her badge had Christi on it.

“Christi, they are with me. Lizzy is my wife. Sally, is really my aunt. I just call her mom.” I explained truthfully.

My guess is Christi was a few years older than me. She projected a confidence about her. She seemed more impressed than surprised as I explained who they were to me.

“Danny they can’t run around the complex in the nude!” Christi was trying not to smile. “They can do that on the beach in the marked areas but not around the cabana’s.”

“Christi I’ll try and make sure they obey the rules.” I laughed. She tried, she really did, but she started laughing too. “Ok you two jail birds get in here!” I teased.

“Thank you Danny.” Christi smiled.

“No Christi, thank you!” She looked at Sally and then focused on Lizzy. I could see she was intrigued by the sexy brown minx.

“And ladies. No more sex on the beach!” Christi warned them.

“Lizzy?” I called her out. “Is that true?”

“A little! It started while I was helping her with the sunscreen!” She grinned. “It’s on her list!”

“Christi, if there are any canlı kaçak iddaa more shenanigans from these two you call me.” I insisted. I gave her my phone number.

“Thanks Danny.” She turned to leave. She addressed Lizzy. “Sorry I had to stop you.”

Christi left. Sally flew into my arms.

“Daniel!” Sally smothered me. “I can’t believe you did this for me!”

“We did this for you.” I corrected her. “Lunch will be here soon. You two need to get cleaned up and presentable.”

I think they finished in the shower what they were stopped doing on the beach. Wearing only their new found robes they joined me for lunch. I sent them on their way after lunch with explicit instructions to follow the rules.

Later that evening we grabbed a cab and headed down the beach a few miles for supper. Just outside the restaurant the three of us walked along the paths adjacent to the beach. Hand in hand Sally enthusiastically told me about her day with Lizzy.

Since a young adult she had always wanted to walk along a nude beach. Sally couldn’t be happier than the one Lizzy found. She talked about feeling the wind teasing her pussy. The warm sun on her ass. The frustration of sand in places sand doesn’t belong.

She told me how she walked in the ocean and peed with nothing covering her pussy. What she didn’t tell me was what she and Lizzy were doing that got them in trouble with Christi. We walked back to the restaurant and grabbed a cab back to the resort.

Back at the cabana Sally pulled me into the bedroom. For this night Sally purposely chose one of the flimsiest of dresses. No longer nursing her once milk filled tits are still huge and noticeably straining to escape the confines of her garment.

The thin material hugging her womanly curves, the cheeks of her ass devoid of panty lines. Her now tanned legs and wedge sandals accentuate her calves. With Lizzy’s help her makeup was spot on.

Sally pulled me to the side and whispered in my ear while Lizzy was out of the room. A naughty grin accompanied her slowly nodding head.

“If you insist?” I replied.

“I insist then!” Sally giggled.

Lizzy walked in the room, we both looked at her, I had a feeling she knew something was up. Sally went into the bathroom but came back almost immediately. Taking her place in the chair she looked at me and smiled.

I moved closer to Lizzy and put my arms around her waist. Lizzy readily accepted my kiss and even more so my hands. I reached around and unclasped her skirt and unzipped it all the while continuing our kiss.

Lizzy pulled back and looked at me not sure what I wanted. She glanced over at Sally and then back to me. My hands moved to the hem of her top and started to pull it over her head. Sensing something special was happening she didn’t say a word.

I pulled my polo shirt off over my head and reached for Lizzy once again. We were both in bare feet, her in just panties, and myself in shorts and briefs. I resisted the urge to grip her luscious tits and instead gripped the waist of her panties.

Lizzy cooed as I lowered them caressing her long slender legs along the way. After she stepped out of them I stood in front of Lizzy waiting for her to make the next move. Lizzy hesitated then unsnapped my shorts and removed them with my briefs at the same time.

I could tell she wanted to grab my cock but after a quick glance at Sally she held back. Standing naked before each other, I looked excitedly at my wife. I pulled her tight against me and started kissing her once again.

Lizzy moaned as my hands roamed her body. Lizzy reached down and gripped my cock stroking it to full hardness. We were kind of moving in place, slow dancing if you will. I looked over Lizzy’s shoulder to find Sally glassy eyed looking on.

I could tell by the heave of her chest she was getting excited. Seeing me look at her she slipped her hand under the hem of her dress. Lizzy was now urging me to do something.

“I need you in me.” She whispered hoarsely.

Her arms went around my neck, mine slid under her ass. With little effort I picked my wife up and positioned her over my cock. Lizzy quickly spread her legs and guided me to the opening of her juicy pussy. Slowly I let the weight of my wife lower over my cock. I looked at Sally and she watched my white cock disappear in Lizzy’s black pussy.

“YES!” Sally muttered quietly.

“Danny I think someone is secretly watching us?” Lizzy moaned.

Instinctively Lizzy wrapped her legs around my waist to help control our movements. I lowered her down until she groaned then lifted her back up until I was just inside. Lizzy pulled herself tight against me her chin digging into the top of my shoulder.

I could feel the heat radiate from her body in the damp ocean air. A film of perspiration soon formed on her ebony body making it shimmer in the soft lights of the bedroom. I glanced at Sally and noticed she had one tit pulled from the top of her dress. On hand was canlı kaçak bahis kneading the nipple as her other hand was busy between her covered legs.

Lizzy thrust back extending her arms around my neck, I felt the cool rush of air flow between us. We continued to move in a circular motion as we copulated in a standing position. It was now Lizzy’s turn to see Sally.

“Danny I’m sure of it! Someone is watching us make love.” Lizzy squeaked happily.

“Does that get you excited?” I whispered loud enough for Sally to hear.

“God yes!” Lizzy groaned as she thrusted herself hard over my cock.

Suddenly I heard the soft buzz of a vibrator. Now facing Sally she had her dress pulled up to her waist. With legs spread I saw the little vibrator disappear between her pussy lips for just a second before being pulled along her slit to tease her clit.

“Danny I want to watch!” Lizzy pleaded.

Moving to the bed I sat down with Lizzy positioned on top of me facing Sally. Lizzy sat up straddling my cock controlling the situation for now. Looking up I could see she was fixated on Sally just feet away above my head. The buzz was louder but so were Sally’s moans.

“I’m not ready yet…Danny!” Lizzy hissed still locked on Sally.

Having focused my attention on supporting Lizzy as we fucked earlier, I wasn’t even close. From just the sounds I heard coming from Sally I knew she was close and Lizzy was trying to hold her off. I heard the vibrator disappear inside Sally, the muted vibrations making it clear it was deep inside. I heard Sally slurp her tits, no doubt coated with her essence.

Lying back I took a moment to see what Sally saw. Lizzy tall and slender sitting atop me, her long legs folded along my sides. My sizable cock was moving in and out of her dark brown lips. The pink of her clit was just starting to expose itself. Her pussy lips glistened with our oily excitement, the small patch of black curly hair scrubbed her fingers as they occasionally reached to diddle her clit.

Lizzy’s long slender midsection showed little evidence of the children she bore me. Her tits however plumper now sagged slightly from the lack of milk they once carried. The dark areolas seemed more pronounced against the almost white skin from the palm side of her hands. Lizzy twisted and tugged on the long thick nipple, the weight of her tit elongated the area until she reversed the motion and pressed her tit hard against her chest.

Lizzy’s long elegant neck poked out behind her even longer black hair. Her white teeth contrasted with the pinkness of her lips before blending in with the caramel color of her surrounding features. Lizzy glanced down at me her big brown eyes letting me know she couldn’t hold out much longer.

“Hurry Danny! I need to cum!” Lizzy warned me. I knew she was speaking for Sally too.

She reached for her clit one last time, her eyes returned to Sally who was rubbing her clit with the vibrator. The buzzing was loud and at times sounded like it was hard against bone. I closed my eyes and let myself just take it all in. Sally, Lizzy, the hot tight pull of her pussy on my cock.

“Ready?” I whispered.

“YES!” The two of them cried out in unison.

“Five…four…three…”

“AAARRRGGGHHH!!” Sally moaned. I could hear her bouncing in the chair just out of sight.

“Two…” I replied louder.

“DANNNNNYYY!” Lizzy plunged hard over my cock her hand massaging her clit between us.

No longer able to hold back myself I flooded Lizzy’s cunt. I gripped her ass and pulled her even tighter to me trapping her hand between us. The jolts of pleasure were so hard Lizzy’s whole body surged with my orgasm. I came so hard I think Sally may have felt it. Then there was only the sound of three happy and satisfied lovers in the room.

“ONE!” I yelled out.

Sally laughed so hard she fell to the floor. Lizzy seeing Sally started shaking on top of me laughing herself. I had to admit it was pretty funny. Sally joined us in bed where she thanked us for taking another item off her list.

I was surprised to learn after all of our time together this was the first time Sally had ever just watched two people engage in intercourse.

“Lizzy it was so beautiful watching Danny and you!” Sally started to tear up. “I can’t tell you how much you both mean to me.”

Lizzy and I were moved by what she said. That night we all three slept together.

Sunday was much the same. Sally and Lizzy went down to the beach. I walked to the rail by the sign to check up on the girls.

“Danny!” A voice called from behind me.

“Christi!” I replied happy to see her. “Just checking to make sure the prisoners are following the rules.” I laughed.

“Can I ask you a personal question?” She asked.

“You’re welcome to ask but I don’t promise to answer.” I smiled. She seemed apprehensive now. “Go ahead. Try me.”

“Is that really your wife and Aunt?” She asked leaning on the rail with me.

We looked out over the pristine beach and blue waters just beyond the barricade. Sally was lying on her stomach Lizzy’s ebony hands slid over her skin applying another coat of sunscreen. Even from here you could tell they cared deeply for each other.

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Session III: Group Session

The weekend was one of the best I had had in a while. Dr. Gupta’s prescription to help my sleep was working like a charm. It was a little difficult to get the privacy to masturbate, but I was managing. It was one thing to worry about my husband, Bob, who fell asleep like clockwork, snoring by 10:15. But my teenagers were at the age where they were staying up later than I did. If I went into my bathroom it was okay; but I knew I needed to be quiet.

There was something freeing about masturbating by prescription: no more guilt. I could do it, and enjoy it, and sleep like a baby afterward. And I hadn’t had as many orgasms in ages.

I also found myself standing straighter and eating somewhat less. Certainly I drank less. I don’t think that was the vibrator though. That was the spankings. I started to make a list over the course of the time of things that I needed expiation from. And I knew that the spankings would release me.

Getting the time off from work was a little harder than it had been last Friday. But I rearranged my schedule and got to Dr. Gupta’s waiting room, slightly out of breath, just before two. Just as I sat down to catch my breath, the doctor opened the door to the inner sanctum and said, “Megan, Saguna, Pamela, good you’re all here. Please, come on in.”

We were all similar ages, somewhere in our late thirties or early forties, and all had the harried look of suburban mothers/wives/worker bees. Megan was probably the one of us in the best shape, a tall skinny woman with a tight bun of dirty blonde hair. She wore tiny rimless glasses and a business suit of grey cloth and a royal blue silk blouse. I guessed that she might have been a banker.

Saguna was obviously Indian like Dr. Gupta. I had noticed over the years that a lot of her clientele were also Indian. That made sense. Anyway, Saguna must have been a nurse or dental hygienist. She wore the sort of pink loose-fitting uniform that someone in that business might wear. She was “plus sized” like me. I assumed that like me she’d put the weight on with the kids and never managed to get it off. Her hair was long, thick, and dark and she wore it pulled back and tied with a red ribbon at her neck.

Me, well, I was wearing jeans that day. I had a busy morning moving some new systems and I was in my grubbies. I felt a little bad about that and a little ripe, but it couldn’t be helped. That was my job some days. The worst was when I got dressed up to work in the administrative offices and wound up crawling around in the wiring.

“Stand in a line, ladies,” Dr. Gupta instructed us when we entered her office and she closed the door. The three of us looked nervously at each other and at the doctor. I had maybe seen Saguna in the waiting room once, but Megan was not someone I’d ever run into. We were really all strangers to each other. Dr. Gupta took her seat in front of us. She was wearing a traditional sari, which she did now and again on no particular schedule that I could discern. Usually she wore “regular western” clothing.

“Megan, Pamela and Saguna, listen to me. You’ve all started this new therapy with me in the last week and the first couple of sessions have seemed promising to me. You were each encouraged last session. Is that still the case, Megan?”

“Yes, Dr. Gupta, it is.”

“What about you, Pamela?”

“It’s güvenilir bahis working great. I don’t understand why, but…”

“It’s best if we don’t worry about why just yet. Saguna?”

“It’s helped a lot, Dr. Gupta.”

“Good. Now for the next step, which is to help you reduce your inhibitions even more. I will spank each of you, in turn, while the others watch. And I want you all to make sure you watch. If I catch you looking away or closing your eyes, you’ll have extra spankings. Do you all understand?”

We all nodded.

“Pamela, you’re first. Step forward.” I moved to a space between Dr. Gupta and the other women, fully aware of their eyes on me.

“Pamela, listen to me,” the doctor said, “take off your shoes, then your pants and come here for your spanking.”

I was glad I wasn’t facing Megan and Saguna; I could almost ignore their presence. I slipped off my shoes then unbuttoned my jeans, slid them down off my legs and stepped out of them. I was wearing pink cotton bikini panties that were probably mostly obscured by my shirt tails. I went to Dr. Gupta’s side; she reached up and pulled my panties down and I bent over her knees. She pushed my bikinis down further and off my ankles.

I know I was blushing with being half-naked in front of these strangers, and the shame sharper because she’d positioned herself sideways to the other women. Naked and over her knee, my ass and sex were exposed to the others. The feeling of indignity disappeared though as soon as she started spanking me. I was transported into a totally different space. My worries vanished and my thoughts hyper-focused down to just the pain in my ass. She spanked me with her bare hand for only a couple of slaps, and then switched to the ruler.

I knew my thighs were drifting apart. I knew I should stop it, but I didn’t. I told myself I couldn’t. I don’t really know if I could or not. But Dr. Gupta didn’t let me get away with it. “Do you think these women want to see your nasty cunny, Pamela?” she said before her ruler hit home right there between my legs.

I managed to keep them sort of closed for a few more moments, but they must have drifted apart because suddenly the doctor stopped and said, “I think you do want them to see your cunny, Pamela. Okay, spread your legs.” I moved them apart a little more than they were. “Oh no. All the way, Pamela. Spread your slutty legs wide for Megan and Saguna.” She pushed one leg, then the other to open me. I was totally exposed to these women I’d never met before. The next five blows landed right on my sex. Then she went back to my ass. I never was good at counting, so I don’t know how many times she hit me. I was shuddering with pleasure when she stopped. I was surprised that I didn’t shed a single tear. That was strange.

“Okay, Pamela. You’re done. You were a good girl. Now get up and get back in line.” I stood up and made a move to reach my panties on the floor, but the doctor simply waved me toward the other two and I left them where they were.

“Step forward Saguna,” Dr. Gupta said. The Indian woman stood forward. “Saguna,” the doctor continued, “listen to me. Strip down to your panties and come stand in front of me.” I wasn’t sure why she was being asked to take off more clothes than I. I was happy to have my shirt still on, the more so as I watched the plump woman in front of me shed her top and bra, her pants and her shoes. She stepped in front of the doctor türkçe bahis wearing large white cotton panties.

Her skin was the color of coffee with cream, her breasts were heavy and sagged more than mine did. But I was glad I still had my top on and the comparison was only mine to make. I was surprised when Dr. Gupta’s ruler snaked out and quickly slapped one of Saguna’s breasts and then the other. Saguna’s hands immediately reached up and covered her breasts with her hands. “Move your hands, Saguna.” She complied, her hands returning to her side. The doctor’s ruler flashed out again and smacked the nearly nude woman’s breasts four or five more times each. I was fascinated to see her nipples getting hard during the abuse.

“Turn to your side, Saguna,” the doctor said. “No the other way, face away from the others. Bend over and put your hands on your knees.” The position exposed the crotch of Saguna’s panties to us and I was surprised to see how wet the cotton was. Dr. Gupta stood up and stood between us as she pushed down Saguana’s panties. Then she stood on the side and began to whale on the woman’s bottom with her ruler.

Saguna was crying. Actually she was crying and whimpering and I think she was asking the doctor to stop, but there was no respite. The blows landed repeatedly and mercilessly for I don’t know how long. It was embarrassing to watch. And stimulating at the same time. I felt every blow. I wondered why I was folded over the doctor’s knees while Saguna was told to stand. I secretly wished for the doctor to strike Saguna between her legs like she did me. But then I remembered the swats to Saguna’s breasts and shuddered in thankfulness. I realized that I was soaking wet between my thighs.

Dr. Gupta stopped. “Stand up and turn around, Saguna,” she said quietly. “Put your hands behind your neck.” She hit Saguna’s breasts five more times each before she said, “Okay, put your hands down and go back to your place. You were a good girl.”

“Step forward, Megan.” The third woman did so. “Are you dressed like you usually are, Megan?”

“Yes, doctor.”

“I expected as much. Listen to me, Megan, take off your suit and blouse and then face your session mates.” As Megan slipped out of her pumps and then took off her suit jacket, blouse and skirt, Dr. Gupta walked behind her desk and opened her drawer. She pulled out something and then came back to stand by Megan. Meanwhile, we learned what Dr. Gupta meant by Megan’s normal clothing. Underneath her suit she wore only a camisole, a garter belt and stockings. No bra. No panties. Her pubes were shaved.

“Open,” Dr. Gupta said and when Megan opened her mouth the doctor held a small rubber stick-like thing to her mouth that Megan bit down on.

“Megan is a bit of a nymphomaniac, a bit of an exhibitionist,” Dr. Gupta said to Saguna and me. “She needs a slightly more intense therapy.” She looked at Megan, “You’d like to be touching yourself right now wouldn’t you?” The blonde woman nodded. “Go ahead.”

I watched with fascinated disgust as Megan reached her hand between her legs and ran her fingers along the length of her opening. She shuddered as she did so. She was looking right at me.

Dr. Gupta’s ruler flashed out. It struck Megan’s hand, then quickly whacked her exposed labia. Megan jerked her hand away. “No, touch yourself again,” the doctor ordered. Megan complied and once again the doctor swatted her hand and labia. “Again.” Five or güvenilir bahis siteleri six more times, the doctor made Megan repeat her movement, each time she was swatted.

“Turn around. Hands on the back of my chair, Megan. Legs spread wide, bend way over.”

The position was frankly lewd. Megan’s sex was wide open, spread for all of us to see. Dr. Gupta seemed unconcerned. She put the ruler back on her desk and picked up a sort of paddle. Then she moved behind Megan and without any prelude started slapping her patient repeatedly between her legs. Megan shuddered with each blow, though with pleasure or pain I couldn’t tell. And the bit between her teeth prevented her from making any noise.

The doctor continued for some minutes. After the initial volley of spanks between Megan’s legs, she started alternating between her sex and her bottom. Then it was predominantly about her bottom. But the last six or seven were viciously hard and all aimed between Megan’s legs, right on her exposed clitoris.

Finally it was done. “You’ve done well Megan. Stand up. Turn around.” She held her hand before Megan’s mouth. “Open,” then she took the bit out and put it on her desk. “Go stand in line.”

She sat back down in her chair, primly adjusting her sari around her. “You’ve all done exceptionally well. I noted that none of you were looking away every when you were supposed to be watching. And you all took your spankings as well as I expected you to. How are you feeling? Saguna?”

“Tingly all over. Like I just completed a race and won.”

“Good, and you, Pamela, how do you feel?”

“Um, like I’ve been through a mill and reborn on the other side. I’m sort of floating.”

“Good. Finally, Megan, what about you?”

“I hurt. But it’s a good hurt. It was good for me.”

“Very good all of you. Now, get out your phones and start up that app you installed for me.”

Still half-naked or naked we each went to our purses and got out the phones, and pushed the buttons to bring up the app. Dr. Gupta was typing on her computer. She pushed a key and turned to us. “In a second,” Megan’s phone rang a tone, followed by mine and Saguna’s. “There. You’re all tuned in. Are your screens showing green lights?” We all nodded.

“Now, you’re under the computer’s control from here on out. We’ll still have our regular sessions, but the therapy will largely be controlled by the central computer. It will track you and correlate you with women who have agreed to perform the therapy.

“At times that are carefully calculated,” she continued, “but you won’t be able to predict, your phone will ring. The app will pop up. When that happens, you’ll be given a name and an address. The phone will guide you to the location. When you get there, the person named will be there. They have a similar app indicating that you’ll be coming. They will continue your therapy.”

“What does that mean, exactly?” Saguna asked.

“They will spank you. You will follow their instructions. You will not question them. They may ask you about what you’ve been doing. They may decide that you are being punished. Or rewarded. Or simply treated. It doesn’t matter. You will take your therapy.”

Addressing me, she said, “Pamela, listen to me, when you are told by the computer to do this you will do it. Agreed?”

“Yes, Dr. Gupta,” I said obediently, unbelieving I had agreed to this.

She asked Megan and Saguna in turn the same question. Each answered the same.

The doctor told us to get dressed and made sure we all had follow-up appointments and shooed us out of her office.

For my part I needed to get home quickly. I needed a bath and I needed my vibrator.

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A Death, Baked Bob, and the Personal Ad

(F/F, oral, anal, exhibitionism, jewelry, drugs, tattoos, piercings, food, bad accents)

DISCLAIMER – This is a fictional story to be read and enjoyed. If you can’t read, stop reading. If you can’t enjoy, stop reading. If you don’t like any of the story codes mentioned above, stop reading. If you can’t stop, it’s not my problem.

Part 3 – The Worst First Date In Recorded History

I drove slowly to the coffee shop, hoping to minimize the amount of time I had to spend babysitting Bob’s cousin. The place was two old storefronts converted into a caffeine junkie’s paradise. The first part where you walked in was a service area with a counter taking up a whole wall. A large doorway in the opposite wall led into the other storefront, which was filled with tables, chairs and the occasional couch. The front of the room was a giant window that looked out onto the street.

Bob’s cousin was sitting at a table in front of the window. I took one look at this girl and couldn’t believe my eyes. Two words shot to the forefront of my mind – pure beauty. She had a face that looked sweet and innocent, like one of the princesses in a Disney film. Bob said she was twenty-four, but her face looked sixteen and it would be some years before it looked any older. Her blonde hair was cut just below her jaw line, with bangs that made her locks frame her face. It was an obvious attempt to make her look older, and it barely worked.

I stood and watched her for a moment. Something about her seemed off – the way she looked around, checking out the wall art, then the waitresses passing by, then the other people around her. Her arms went from being on the table to her lap to hugging herself to back on the table. At first I thought she had ADD or something, but then it came to me – she was uncomfortable. Maybe she didn’t like waiting, or maybe she didn’t like being in crowded rooms with lots of people, or maybe she didn’t like sitting alone, or maybe she didn’t like waiting alone in a crowded room full of lots of people. In any case I was prolonging her agony by just standing there.

I took one step to approach her and then froze in my tracks. Andy’s phone call came back to me. Blonde girl. This girl was a blonde. Oh no. No, no, no. In one fluid motion I spun on my heel and was about to make for the door when –

“Keisha!”

Fuck. My first mistake was letting that stop me. My second was responding to her call by turning around. She smiled and waved. It wasn’t a wide smile, she didn’t even show any teeth, but there was something so sweet in it that I couldn’t bear to let her down by fleeing. Even though every fiber in my body was saying run, I smiled back and walked over to the table.

When I got there she stood and we shook hands. Jessica wore a necklace with a silver cross and her right nostril was pierced, a simple silver stud that winked whenever it hit the light. “It’s good to finally meet you,” she said.

She emphasized the word ‘finally’, making it sound like Bob had talked about me before today. Which was funny, because he had never mentioned his cousin before. I smiled back and to be polite said, “Same here.” We sat. When she spoke, I noticed Jessica’s tongue was pierced with a silver bar. The waitress came over. Jessica ordered an espresso and I asked for hazelnut decaf.

“So,” I said as the waitress walked off.

“So” Jessica replied as she smiled.

I hated these moments. Trying to cut off a prolonged uncomfortable silence, I said the first thing that came to my mind. “What do you for a living?”

Jessica gave me a confused look. “I thought you knew that already.”

Great, she thinks Bob talks about her all the time. I smiled and said, “I have a bad memory.”

“I’m a receptionist at a dentist’s office, but I’m going to night school for computer programming.” Jessica shrugged, “It’s not as cool as being in advertising like you are, but I was never that creative.”

I guess Bob hadn’t mentioned my recent career change. Hearing Jessica talk about my old job kind of hit me wrong, so I was silent. Jessica didn’t say anything and we had one of those uncomfortable moments I was dreading. It stretched into a full minute and finally I couldn’t take anymore.

“So what kind of music do you like?” I asked. Jessica got a concerned look. “What?” I said.

“You are Keisha Parker, right?”

I smiled and nodded sarcastically. “Uh, yeah.”

“Look,” she said, “no offense to your bad memory, but if I can remember that you like old funk because your Dad was a musician, I would think you could remember that I like punk and metal.”

This was worse than running into someone from high school whose name you can’t recall while they remember every class you had together. “I have to go to the bathroom,” I said. “I’ll be right back.”

When I got into a stall I took out my stash and popped a pill. This is what I get for doing a favor for a friend, much less Baked Bob. The girl was driving me so crazy that I went ahead and popped another pill without even thinking about it. I sat on the toilet for a few minutes, waiting for things to kick in. Bob would owe canlı bahis şirketleri me big for tonight.

I walked to the mirror and felt the drug coming on strong as I fixed my hair. There was a fight with the bathroom door, which I put an end to when I stopped pushing and found the handle to pull it open. I collided with a woman coming around the corner and apologized about sixty-five times to her. The bathroom was in the back of the coffee shop, so it looked like a forty-mile walk to the table from where I stood. I just kept telling myself to take it slow and everything would be fine.

Fine went out the window in the first two steps when I kicked someone’s chair leg. As I apologized to them I bumped into a waitress and knocked the cups she was carrying off her tray. They smashed onto the floor and I tried to help her pick up the mess. She kept telling me it was okay and I realized I was trying to fit the pieces of the cup back together. I got up and started walking towards Jessica again, but stopped to tell a woman I liked her dress and engaged her in a conversation so I could find out where she got it. As soon as she mentioned the store name I walked off without finishing the conversation. Just before I got to the table I noticed someone’s dessert on a table. It was a piece of cake drizzled in chocolate sauce.

“Oh, that looks good,” I said as I reached over the person and used my finger to wipe up some sauce.

“Hey!” he yelled as I licked my finger.

“Mmmmm,” I said. “You’re going to love that.”

“Are you okay?” Jessica asked as I sat down.

“I’m…just…” My attention wandered for a moment as I felt something against my face. I realized it was my hand and put it back into my lap. “Look,” I said, “I’m trying my best to be…patient here. It’s just hard because…well…you’re being a bitch.”

“What?!”

“Yeah.” I felt my hand on my face again and took it away. “I mean…it’s hard enough…hard enough…” I lost my train of thought, found it again and said, “I’m here doing a favor for a friend, but all this attitude I’m getting is –”

Jessica cut me off. “Wait, what do you mean you’re doing a favor for a friend?” I stared at her. She continued, “Look, unless you’re the wrong person, we met on the Internet last week. You answered my personal ad. Hell, you sent me your picture, that’s how I recognized you. And now here you are acting like you never read any of my emails.”

A bell started ringing in my head. I leaned over to get close to Jessica’s face, resisted the urge to lay down on the table, and asked, “You’re not Baked Bob’s cousin, are you?”

Jessica threw her hands in the air. “Who the fuck is Baked Bob?!”

In that moment, as fucked up as I was, through the haze of what was left of my mind, came the words ‘MUST CASTRATE BOB’.

“That son of a bitch,” I said.

“Who?” Jessica asked.

I wasn’t paying attention to her anymore. Without saying another word I got up and walked to the door, managing to only bump into three customers and two waitresses. Outside I walked along the sidewalk, passing the window of the coffee shop with Jessica staring at me through it. I got a few more steps before I realized I was going in the wrong direction. I turned and headed to my car, passing the window again. Jessica was still staring at me.

When I got to my car I dug through my purse for what seemed like forever trying to find my keys. I couldn’t believe I kept so much shit in there. Finally I just turned it over and dumped it all on the ground. My junk spread all over the place and I got on my knees, sifting through it like some prospector looking for a gold nugget. I acted like I’d found one when I discovered my keys. Standing up, I started muttering “Never again,” referring to how I would never fill my purse with so much shit again. I was about to stick the keys in the door when a hand grabbed them from me.

“You can’t drive,” Jessica said.

“Yes I can! I found…my keys…so I can drive.”

“Look, I don’t want to know what you took when you went into the bathroom, but you can’t drive right now. I’ll drive you home and take a taxi from your place.”

“What about your car?”

“I don’t have one,” she said.

“Well, you can’t be a very good driver…if you don’t have a…a car.” I reached out and tried to get the keys from her, but Jessica yanked her hand back and stuck her finger in my face.

“Shut the fuck up and get in the god dammed car, now.”

Dejected, I picked up the stuff from my purse and walked around to the passenger side door muttering, “Snooty, bitchy Disney princess.”

I was silent for the first half of the ride, looking out the window at all the houses and apartment buildings and wondering what people were doing inside. I turned when Jessica asked, “Okay, now I’m curious. What the hell did you take when you went to the bathroom?”

“A little pill. Or two.”

Jessica looked at me with wide eyes, then sighed and shook her head. Silence descended on the car again, and suddenly I felt very disappointed in myself. I kept trying to think of something to say, wanting to change her opinion of me. When I looked canlı kaçak iddaa at Jessica something hit me and I perked up.

“I just…figured out something. About you.”

Her face had an annoyed look. “What wonderful bit of wisdom is that?”

“When we were, where…at the coffee shop! There was something, about your eyes, that didn’t fit with your face. Don’t worry…it’s not a physical…wait…flaw. They’re dull blue, right?” Jessica didn’t answer so I continued. “It really works with your…hair and clear skin.” I reached out to touch her cheek, but Jessica batted away my hand.

“Stop it,” she said. I sat there quietly until Jessica asked, “So what’s your point?”

“It’s just that, I realized what…was bothering me. What I saw.” Suddenly my attention was drawn to a diner we were passing, and I could almost smell the disco fries (that’s French fries with melted cheese and gravy, for those of you poor souls not familiar with it).

“Hello? Planet Keisha?”

I looked at her. “It was…pain…in those eyes.” Jessica looked at me. “And it’s still there,” I said. “It’s the kind of pain that shows through, no matter how much you…” I thought and then shrugged, “…try to smile or look happy.”

Jessica was silent for a minute. Then she turned to me looking like she was going to say something, thought better of it and looked back at the road. We traveled the rest of the way in silence, mostly because I passed out.

The next thing I knew we were walking down the sidewalk to my building. Actually, Jessica was walking. I was half-walking, half-being carried. When we got to the stairs I looked up and saw that Ronald and Tim were at their usual post. I groaned but said nothing, hoping we could just pass them without incident. No such luck.

“Awwww,” Tim started, “what’s wrong with my favorite girl?”

“She’s had a little too much to drink,” Jessica said as she dragged me up the stairs. “Think one of you guys could be chivalrous and get the door for me?”

Ronald snorted. “We don’t assist niggers or nigger-lovers.”

Jessica stopped. All of a sudden I felt something hit my side, and it took me a moment to realize she had dropped me to the ground. By the time I looked up Jessica was standing right in Ronald’s face. “What did you call her?” she asked.

“Jessica,” a croaked voice said. I realized it was mine. “Don’t,” I said, but no one looked over or acknowledged that I spoke.

Tim smiled. “You her new bitch?” he asked. The smile dropped when Tim realized she wasn’t even acknowledging him.

Jessica was staring intently at Ronald. She asked the question slowly this time. “What did you call her?”

Ronald smiled. “Since you’re deaf, I’ll repeat it slowly. Ni-guh-er.”

What happened next is one of those moments that stay with you forever.

Jessica’s hand moved so fast that it took me a moment to realize something just happened. Ronald might not have noticed either, except for the fact that his head snapped back and there was blood pouring from his nose. The surprise in that moment seemed to hang in the air as time slowed down. Everyone just stood there frozen as our minds tried to digest the shock of what just happened. Everyone with the exception of Jessica, who let out a yell as she struck again, and this time Ronald grasped at his throat. Then her hands were against his chest and she used all of her body weight to push him over the railing. He fell into the bushes and disappeared.

Tim stood there with his mouth open. Jessica had just dispatched with his friend in three very quick moves. Tim reached out and grabbed Jessica’s hand, but I had no idea what he was trying to do. I don’t think Tim had any idea either.

“Hang on, I’ll help.” I said as I started to get up. My brain spun in my head, and I fell back down again.

Jessica’s foot quickly moved up and then downward, striking Tim in the knee. He cried out in pain as he let go of her hand and grabbed at his injured body part. Jessica’s leg shot outward and kicked Tim’s side, sending him tumbling down the stairs. I had managed to get to my knees by then. Suddenly I felt hands around my waist as Jessica helped me to my feet. She put my arm over her shoulders and resumed helping me walk.

“We showed them,” I muttered.

Once we got into the apartment Jessica said, “Huh. Nice place. Not what I expected from an addict.” On the way to the bedroom we passed a table with a picture of Monica and I hugging. I stopped, picked up the picture and kissed Monica. “You have a girlfriend?” she asked as I put the picture back down.

“Yeah,” I said. “But don’t worry, she’s dead.” I wasn’t looking at Jessica’s face, so I don’t know how she reacted to that.

In the bedroom Jessica turned on the bedside light. She lowered me onto the bed, took off my boots and pulled the covers over me. Looking down at me she said, “Well, I can’t say it was a boring date. You managed to embarrass both of us in a public place, I had to drive you home because you’re addicted to drugs, you passed out on me, I had to carry you to your apartment, and then there was a fight with Nazi skinheads. Did I forget anything? Oh yes, canlı kaçak bahis the fact that this whole thing was a sham to start with because of someone named ‘Baked Bob’.”

“That son of a bitch,” I moaned.

Jessica sighed, shook her head and said, “You did manage to prove that all my friends who warned me about online dating were right. So if you don’t mind, I’m going to go home, take down my ad, and get ready for three months of ‘I told you so’s’.”

Jessica turned to leave, but in a burst of energy I reached out and grabbed her hand. “Don’t go!”

She turned. “Honey, the last thing this date needs is extra innings.”

“I’m scared. I took two pills…and I’ve never taken two pills before and what if…what if…they kill me?”

“Then you’re shit out of luck, because I’m not a paramedic.”

Jessica’s tone was harsh, but I could see her eyes soften. She stared at me for a minute. Finally she shook her head and took off her coat. “God, I’m a fucking idiot.”

She walked around to the other side of the bed and took off her boots. Then she kneeled on the floor facing the bed, made the sign of the cross and propped her elbows on the mattress with her eyes closed. I stared at her until I worked up the courage to ask, “Are you praying?”

One eye opened. “Yes. Do you have a problem with it?”

I shook my head. “Just haven’t seen that in a while, that’s all.”

Her eye closed and she went back to praying. I stared at the ceiling and tried not to pass out. It seemed like quite a while. Suddenly Jessica said out loud, “And God, please do not let Keisha die during the night. Also, now that I think about it, please do not let her wake up, grab a knife and stab me to death. Amen.”

Jessica climbed into the bed next to me. “You don’t snore, do you?”

“No.”

“Good.” She turned on her side facing away from me. “Wake me up if you’re going to die.”

I lay there for a full minute, on my back, with the covers pulled up to my neck. The room was moving like an old television set that lost its vertical hold. I closed my eyes. Even the black was moving.

“Are you going to turn off that light?” Jessica asked.

In a hoarse voice I said, “I’m afraid I’ll fall.”

Jessica groaned, turned around and reached over me to turn off the light. Her neck was right near my nose and suddenly I smelled something very familiar.

It was Monica’s perfume.

Jessica shut off the light and went back to her side. I opened my eyes and remembered what Monica had taught me about meditation. Taking in a slow, deep breath while counting to ten, letting it out while counting to ten. I felt a little more in control. Another deep breath and the tension eased.

“Jessica,” I said.

“Call me Jess. What?”

I paused. “Thank you.”

Just before I fell asleep I heard, “Yeah.”

At some point I woke up. Nothing was spinning anymore. Pre-dawn light streamed through the blinds that I normally close before going to sleep, allowing me to see in the room. The bedside clock said it was quarter to six in the morning.

I looked over and saw Jess next to me. She was lying on her back and she looked like an angel. Her face was as smooth as a porcelain doll. I lay there for a while and watched Jess sleep, her chest slowly moving up and down, her nostrils flaring slightly with each breath. I leaned over to get a scent of her perfume, the same one Monica used to wear. Jess’ full lips were pink and looked so soft. I leaned down, just to give a slight kiss to them, and became intoxicated by their feel. They were everything they looked to be. I didn’t want to separate my mouth from them, so I went in for more.

I leaned against her a little, and that must have woken her up. Jess’ eyes popped open and I felt her hands on me. Her reaction was instant as she flipped us over and held my hands down, using her pelvis to pin mine down to the bed. Jess’ breathing was steady but audible. There was a wild, feral look in her eyes.

I was ready for anything. If she yelled or called me names, if she slapped me or punched me in the nose, if she got up and stormed out. I even found myself wishing she would kill me. Deep down I knew my life had turned to shit, and I had a feeling I wasn’t going to be able to turn it around. I wanted her to do something, anything. Whatever it was I was ready to take it, because in so many ways I felt like I deserved it.

I was ready for anything. Except what happened next.

Jess leaned down and kissed me. She missed my mouth a little, adding to the feeling that she was unsure about the kiss. At first I didn’t respond, genuinely surprised at her action, but then I adjusted so our mouths met properly and sent my tongue after hers. A slight panic came over me when I felt something hard, but then I remembered her tongue stud. It was strange working around a piece of metal in someone else’s mouth. Jess still held my hands down, so I lifted my head towards hers. A noise came from her, a moan or a sigh, and then she let my hands go and brought hers to the sides of my face. I put my arms around her body and pulled it tight to mine, then rolled us so I was on top. Our kissing became more primal, driven by a need to be inside one another. It almost felt like we were two people finally quenching a long-denied lust, which seems ridiculous since we’d only met the night before. My hands slid under her top and I caressed her sides.

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The shower, after our fun in the woods, was both much-needed (we were both wearing more grass-stains than make-up) and not a little frustrating. The former thanks to Debbie’s parent’s lawn and the latter thanks to a wonderful soreness.

Afterwards we retreated, still naked but now thoroughly relaxed about it, to Debbie’s bedroom and sat on her bed as we did our best to dry our hair.

She tapped my shoulder, “Is it really still less than a day since we met?”

“Since you ravished me in the lane?”

“Yeah. Since I first tasted your pussy. Any pussy, come to that.”

I nodded, “Still not twenty-four hours.” Now Debbie had said it I was amazed. And so very happy. “Hard for me to believe, but wonderfully true.”

And it was hard for me to believe. I had always been shy – not to mention heterosexual – and part of that condition was a reservation that saw me at the back of every queue, always the last to commit to new hobbies or likes. I wondered for just a fraction of a second if my sudden infatuation with Debbie was some sort of bi-product of the realisation that other women could appeal in such an unexpectedly sexual way. But then I looked across at her and knew – simply knew – that it was the person I had fallen for. She was pretty in a startled foal sort of way, but her character was even prettier. She was smart and she was clearly sassy and funny. She was perfect.

“Dallas?”

Debbie’s voice snapped me out of my reverie, “Sorry, I was miles away.”

“I was wondering what you wanted to do for the rest of the day. It’s not even mid-day yet.”

I threw my damp towel on top of where she had thrown hers, “I just want to be with you.” My answer surprised even me.

“Good. But do you mean in here or outdoors again?”

“I’m not sure my nerves or my vag could take it,” I laughed.

“Not even if I kiss the latter better?”

“Especially not! Maybe later?”

It was Debbie’s turn to laugh, “Actually that’s a good call. I think I might have dislocated my tongue.”

“I could manage to kiss that better.”

She shuffled up beside me on the edge of the bed. “Care to prove it?”

So we kissed. Just a normal, loving kiss. Her lips were so soft, her tongue so warm, and her eyes – deep blue, I noticed – glowed. My fingers tangled in her damp hair, but gently. Finally we broke apart, both smiling, neither of us self-conscious any more.

I looked down at her softly heaving chest, “You have really beautiful breasts, you know?”

Debbie’s gaze followed mine, “These little things?”

I nodded.

She snorted, “That’s the first time anyone’s ever said anything that nice about little miss tiny tits’ tits. Yours are perfect though.”

“Let’s call it a draw.”

“They sure seem to draw me.”

I patted her thigh, “I’m not complaining but you really are a terror.”

“You know?” she said, “I think I’ve spent as much time with them exposed to you as I have with them covered.”

“I’m not complaining,” I told her, surprising myself yet again, “But if we do go out anywhere this afternoon they are definitely in need of some cover. Any chance I can borrow something of yours? We must be about the same size.”

“No,” she grinned.

“Debbie!”

“Ok, ok, but just one item then.”

“If you say ‘shoes’ I might just have to kill you.”

“Well I was going to say a dress, but now you mention it…”

I slapped her thigh and then her butt as she jumped up with a giggle. “You really are a terror!”

She rubbed at her rump, “And you really do have a great aim. That’s twice you’ve spanked my bare butt.”

“True,” I grinned, “It’s a rather nice target and well deserved.”

Debbie turned to face me, “It must be part of this weird magic between us, but do you realise I’ve fantasised about being spanked ever since I was a little girl?”

“You know I’ve never really thought about it before, but now you come to mention it…”

“Your nipples,” Debbie said, “have just become totally rigid. I have the delicious feeling that you might like making my fantasy come true.”

I shrugged, realising she was right, incapable of being too surprised at anything after all that had happened so quickly, “The delicious feeling is all mine.”

“I’ll be sure to remind you later.”

“With your naughty mouth I don’t think you’ll need to.”

Debbie laughed, “I can’t help myself with you around. You bring out the naughtiness in me.”

“And I’ve only just started. Now, what about that dress?”

“You seriously fit enough for another trip out later?”

I nodded, “I aim to have so much fun with you from the very start.”

“Suits me,” Debbie said, “There’s loads of stuff in that big wardrobe. Help yourself but remember – just one item.”

I stood and kissed her nose, “You got any more dresses like the one you more or less had on this morning?”

“Oh yeah, I love easy access stuff for my little road trips.”

“Oh yes,” I said, pulling open the sliding door of the wardrobe, “Perhaps I can let you show me what illegal bahis sort of fun you have while we find somewhere new to have a wander.”

“Now that,” Debbie said, “is what I call a fantastic idea.”

My new friend’s wardrobe was packed solid with tops, skirts, dresses, jeans and jackets – including two very expensive-looking leather ones. Despite her giggling suggestions about ‘just a jacket’ and ‘just a long top’ I chose a short, summery dress which hung dangerously low at the front and would be a serious hazard to decency if a strong breeze blew up from anywhere.

Quite separately, Debbie had chosen something remarkably similar and only the colours set us apart – mine being bright green and hers another dazzling white one like she had been wearing earlier.

Although we were both increasingly keen to resume our playtime, Debbie’s suggestion of a coffee before we left won my immediate approval and we spent the cosiest minutes sharing beverage brewing duties in her parents’ immaculate kitchen. It didn’t help to speed things up any when the hem of my dress got caught in the fridge door and Debbie took every advantage to kiss exposed flesh. I rather think that only tenderness in my groin area prevented the delays from becoming an afternoon back in the bedroom.

Finally, though, we were ready to leave and we headed outside to where Debbie’s car sat in the driveway. As I’ve said before I’m more of a bicycle girl than a car over, but even I could see that the very shiny white convertible (a Ford something-or-other, she told me with not a little pride) was a lovely vehicle.

What wasn’t so lovely was the fact that it had been sitting in direct sunlight for at least a couple of hours and the seats were, to say the least, rather hot.

“I can’t sit with my bum lifted off the seat when you take us wherever it is you’ve got planned!”

Debbie was giggling and holding the short skirt of her dress firmly under her own butt, “Don’t forget your seatbelt!”

“Oh yeah, right. Gee thanks!” I tried to pull my own dress down the back of my legs and found out I could just about bear to sit so long as I kept my knees lifted high enough that the backs of my thighs stayed clear of the seat. “This is hardly very lady-like.”

“Oh I don’t know,” Debbie’s giggles increased in intensity and she nodded down to my lap where the front of the dress was riding high, “From this angle I can definitely tell you’re a lady.”

I hastily pushed the garment’s short skirt between my thighs, “Just yesterday,” I complained, “A certain pussy had never even experienced fresh air, now it doesn’t seem to get enough.”

“I sure don’t,” she turned the key in the ignition, the engine clattering into noisy life, “So don’t fret about covering up on my behalf.”

I gave a pout, trying not to laugh, and clicked my seatbelt home, “Just don’t drive too roughly, okay?”

“I’ll be as smooth as silk, I promise, and with the car’s top down it’ll soon cool off in here.”

“Glad to hear it,” I winced, wriggling around to get as comfortable as I could.

“Mind you,” Debbie added, “I have every intention of warming things up when we find the right spot.”

“I should moan at you, but I can’t seem to find it in me.”

Debbie leaned sideways and pecked my bare shoulder, “Don’t get me started on the innuendoes.”

I laughed, at ease and yet still uncomfortable in one great paradoxical lump, “Innuendo’s a funny word isn’t it? Sounds kind of like innuendo in itself.”

She started the car rolling along the driveway and rolled her eyes to match, “Let’s not start going on about your end, either. It’s just too cute for words.”

“Thanks, I think. Now how about you tell me where we’re off to so I know why I’m putting up with a burning butt?”

Debbie drove along the lane with a confidence behind the wheel that I was immediately envious of, “I thought,” she told me, “That we could head for the woods up on the ridge. It’s a few miles but at least no one is likely to be about if we head towards the old quarry. You know that place?”

“Good grief, yes. I haven’t been there since I was a little girl, but I used to love it.”

“You’re not exactly a big girl now,” Debbie laughed, briefly taking her left hand off the steering wheel to pinch at my right breast. “But you’re extremely cute.”

I wriggled and giggled, “Careful you!”

“Don’t fret, Dallas, I’m in complete control. I could drive at Le Mans.”

“I wasn’t talking about your driving,” I patted her thigh, “I was just worried someone might see.”

“Ashamed of me already?”

“Stop teasing, and no – I meant we shouldn’t risk upsetting the neighbours.”

“Neighbours?” Debbie laughed, “We haven’t passed a car or a pedestrian since we left the house. And anyway, I think it would be good to be out.”

It hadn’t occurred to me until she said it – a lot of other things had been happening in the last day – but as soon as she said the words out loud it gave me a delighted shiver, “I think I agree. But for now, let’s get to the quarry.”

“I illegal bahis siteleri like the way you’re thinking. The water will be nice and warm.”

“Oh dear,” I said, over-acting for effect, “And there’s me forgetting my swimming costume!”

“Oh dear,” Debbie mimicked, “Me too. I guess we’ll just have to have a skinny dip.”

“What are you suggesting, you naughty thing?”

“Moi? I was merely suggesting me might need to dive into the water totally buck naked,” her voice took on a deeply husky timbre, “And lick each other so much that we scream through multiple orgasms.”

“You know?” I sighed, “I have a feeling that I am going to love your naughty plans almost as much as I love you. Are we there yet?”

Debbie laughed, swinging the car onto the country lane that wound its way up to the ridge a few miles away, “No, but we will be just as soon as I can get this thing there!”

I was pinned back happily in my hot seat as the wind started to blow my hair straight out behind me, and I was beginning to really enjoy the whole ‘car thing’.

I wouldn’t have called myself an expert but I was pretty sure that my new friend’s driving abilities were of the highest quality and despite the obvious speed we were travelling at, the car seemed glued to the road. Bends come and went and straights were a buzz of sheer speed that had me pinned back in my comfortable seat.

I was able to stare at Debbie’s profile as she smiled her way through every manoeuvre, her eyes focused intently on the road ahead of us, her hands moving easily on the wheel or shifting through the gears with a delicate agility that was both impressive and yet completely calm and seemingly unhurried. Her lips were as full as I remembered them from glorious touch and her wide blue eyes sparkled in the brilliance of the sun. I allowed my eyes to wander lower, unashamedly drinking in Debbie’s delicate curves where the seatbelt pulled her dress close across her gentle breasts, and then lower still to where the skirt of the dress rose high across her muscular but slender thighs, its height on her legs promising untold pleasures so very nearly exposed to me.

I looked up at Debbie’s face eventually and saw a smirk rippling around her lips, “Admiring the view?”

I was going to apologise but stopped myself, “Actually, yes. Pardon my French but you are one fucking cute lady.”

I wasn’t sure which of us was more surprised, but Debbie’s peal of laughter sent a glorious thrill through my entire body, and we were both still laughing five minutes later when the car crested a hill where we could see down on the final curves in the road before it rose to the woods and the quarry hidden deep within them.

I stopped laughing and groaned, pointing to a lorry that was at the bottom of the small valley, struggling to turn off the road we were on and into a small lane leading off towards a farmhouse in the distance, “Looks like we’ll be held up before we get to our dipping pool.”

To my surprise Debbie chuckled softly, “Oh yeah. And the one car between us and the back of that lorry is turning round to come back this way already.”

“And that’s a good thing?”

“Put it this way,” Debbie said, accelerating down towards the back of the struggling truck, “It changes my plans a little. But not in a bad way at all.”

“I have a feeling,” I said, “that you’re not telling me something, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing.”

“Very astute, cute one.”

The car that had turned back towards us passed slowly, the driver spinning a finger at his temple before pointing back the way he had come and mouthing something like ‘stupid lorry driver’ to us as we passed.

Debbie slowed as we reached the back of the still struggling truck and then pulled to a standstill just as the grumbling of the engine ahead of us clattered into silence.

She turned to me with a nervy, wicked grin, “I’m thinking that maybe the lorry is stuck for a few minutes.”

“And I’m thinking you were hoping it might take the driver a while to get himself moving again. Does this have anything to with the ‘little changes’ to your plan by any chance?” I wasn’t quite sure where Debbie was headed with this, but my heart was beginning to pound a little faster.

She switched off the Ford’s engine and unclicked her seatbelt, “You know me so well already. Perhaps this stuck truck might give me a lovely chance to introduce you to my naughty outdoor habit.”

“Debbie! We’re in an open top car on a lane that can get real busy, you know?” I was protesting against something I had no real clue about – and had no real meaning behind my protest, either.

“You had the same view from back up the road as any driver coming along will have. They’ll see the road blocked and turn around before coming down this far. And the driver of that hulking blockage will be too busy with his truck to even bother to look this far behind him, not that his mirrors could see any more than maybe the side of the car anyway.”

“So… you mean that even out here canlı bahis siteleri on the open road, we’re not likely to be seen?”

Debbie nodded a smile fluttering around her mouth. “And if that truck driver does decide he’s never going to make the turn and chooses to drive on, we’ll have plenty of warning when he starts his engine again.”

“Is this sort of situation exactly what you like to find yourself in for your own naughty outdoor fun?”

“Oh yes,” she almost purred as she lifted her butt a couple of inches and pulled the hem of her dress up along her legs. She settled back into the driver’s seat, her eyes never leaving mine, then let her right hand drop into her lap, inching the summery dress higher until she could touch the bared flesh between her thighs. “With you here, this feels naughtier and lovelier than ever.” Her eyelids lowered halfway and she let out a soft hiss as I looked down, a gentle gasp of my own issuing from me as I saw her bared pussy being softly stroked.

My own arousal had been hovering as the situation had developed, but now I felt a surge of heat travel up from my toes and to my own womanhood. Without thinking of anything but my sudden heat and need, I copied Debbie’s actions, hoisting my dress up my legs, exposing myself and letting one hand caress my own heat and wetness. “You really are,” I groaned, “the most terribly naughty terror.”

Sitting in the car, stopped out in the middle of the roadway, felt immediately even wilder than being naked in the woods. When Debbie’s left hand settled on my own bared thigh I shivered with delight, and when it moved higher, settling over my suddenly eager, probing fingers I let out a moan of pure joy.

My own free hand found its way into Debbie’s lap and my fingers quickly located her heat and wetness, her pussy already pulsing and moist. Her own hand there switched from caressing herself to pressing my hand tighter against her heat and I felt a glorious shiver course through her.

I spread my thighs wide, no longer caring about where we were, just surrendering to her eager touches. I pushed my groin harder at her hand and quivered as I felt one of her finger’s part my eager lips, “Oh fuck, Debbie, oh yes.”

“I’ve always loved playing like this,” she panted, “but now with your – oh fuck yes – fingers and your beautiful pussy in the game, it’s… perfect!”

“I don’t believe we’re doing this,” I half-laughed, half-groaned, “It’s just so… so…”

“Hot?”

“Oh yeah…” I could feel my passions rising even further, “I just gotta ask… have you ever cum doing this sort of thing?”

“Only once but I have this glorious feeling that could change real soon.”

I glanced in the wing mirror at a delightfully empty road behind us, “Do we dare?”

“Not so sure I’m gonna have much choice if you keep touching me like this.”

“Good,” I managed, “Totally crazy but so good.”

“You know something?” Debbie groaned, “The shoulder straps of my dress are sipping down and I just don’t feel like stopping them.”

I looked across at her chest and realised that her breasts were almost free of the garment. Somehow I managed to grab at the hem of her dress as I continued to gently stroke her divinely wet pussy and I tugged. It was enough to free her large, erect nipples, expose them to the brilliant sunlight. She made no move to cover herself and instead ground herself harder against my hand, her middle finger penetrating me easily and divinely.

I could feel the first swells of climax building deep inside my belly and I began to try to hold the inevitable orgasm at bay, the sight of Debbie’s bared breasts and the feel of her wet heat conspiring to break down any resistance I could offer. When she reached one hand to my own shoulder strap and yanked it down, my right breast slipping free, I couldn’t – didn’t want – to stop her. I wanted her to see my naked flesh, wanted her to keep probing so gloriously inside me, needed to grind my tingling clit against the heel of her hand. I would never have believed I could ever be so blatantly free and sexual, so daring, but right then I was without any volition in the matter. Being daring was intense fun, but sharing with Debbie was mind-blowing. When I felt an enormous tremor ripple through her belly, felt her hips rise against the pressure of my hand, I could feel my own climax begin to swell. I stared at her exposed tits and down to where my fingers probed and caressed her bare pussy, felt her pinch at my nipple and had to choke back a wail of pure joy.

“Oh, Debbie,” I managed, “let’s do this. Let’s do it together.”

“Ain’t no stopping us now, I’m thinking.” She moaned, teeth flashing white in the sunlight, “You’re doing it to me again, Dallas, oh god you’re doing it!”

The first wave of climax washed through her and my own orgasm burst from me. I felt her groin press so hard against my probing fingers even as my own hips thrust against her hand. It was wild, free and so necessary – for both of us. Debbie fell sideways against me and somehow our mouths collided, a kiss sealing the mutual release.

It had all been so fast, so naughty, and our mutual climaxes were just as quick, just as intense. We slumped back into our seats and for some reason covered ourselves quickly but comfortably, laughing now.

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How I Learned to be Proud of My Breasts

Background: The Trainer

I hate men, passionately. They’re hairy, ugly, and all too often, dirty. I can’t stand the feel of their stupid faces against my skin. They’re either unshaven, therefore tickle, or poorly shaven, therefore scratch. Their bodies are hairy and ugly and misshapen, too. They have no soft places to kiss and caress, unless they are disgustingly fat and wobble when they walk. Their sex organs are downright ugly, slightly reminiscent of crocket mallets waiting to pound on something. Their scrota resemble those stress-exercise balls used to firm up one’s grip. That actually is one pleasant image, grasping their balls in one hand and squeezing, squeezing, squeezing as hard as possible.

However, I am a romantic, and a somewhat attractive woman, though I do wear “a few extra pounds” here and there. I enjoy sex, even if only at the behest of a vibrator. I try to limit orgasms to one per day, though I have occasionally exceeded this goal. Every time, I do imagine the feel of a man inside me, filling me, stimulating me.

Since my early twenties, I’ve presented myself as a male. I wear my hair short, not a buzz cut but about an inch long. This leaves me with no hassles involving tangles or combs or brushes. Ten seconds is enough to ensure my hair is completely in place. I do not wear makeup. I hate makeup. It’s gooey and smelly and never goes in the right places, based on the few times I tried it as a teenager. I do not wear nail polish. It’s even smellier, and loves to climb onto my cuticles and skin. I do not wear jewelry, except for one garnet necklace given to me by a close friend. I especially do not wear earrings, for the thought of poking holes in my body gives me the shivers. I dress in sweatshirts and hoodies one size too large, along with plain old denims and tennis shoes, to hide my curves as well as I can. I do wear bras, usually sports bras one size too small so they compress my admittedly generous breasts against my chest. And my panties are as plain as can be, gray cotton things. I do find my monthly maintenance chores to be annoying, but push through them as quickly as possible.

So, in short, I make believe I am a man, trapped in a woman’s body. Though my given name is Margaret, I accept, gladly, the nickname of Bobbie. I’ve been doing this for twenty years, and I am happy. I have no desire to change.

This has led to some stress at work and with family. Men, against all reason, ask me out for dates. “No way” is the most polite answer I offer, when I’m in a good mood. Women wonder if I’m gay, and glance at me when they think I’m not looking. Maybe I am, I sometimes think, then banish the thought. My siblings often ask annoying questions about my love life, and get nothing but a glare in return.

At one office holiday party, I did get a wee bit drunk. I’m sure I could have stood up if I really tried, but I didn’t want to try. One of my co-workers, I forget who, got into a discussion of gender-bending stuff, like “should boys who feel like girls be allowed to use girls’ bathrooms at school?” I didn’t pay much attention, for the whole topic seemed silly (boys are boys, just see if anything’s hanging between their legs) and I had a hard time following the discussion. But I do recall someone mentioning “The Trainer”, as a friendly expert on gender stuff.

A few nights later, with nothing else to do, I got to thinking about my gender preferences. It dawned on me that maybe not everything was aligned as well as it could be. Up came Google, with a search for “The Trainer”. After the inevitable movies and plays and other garbage, I did find a reference to a woman in my area whose web site offered “private consultations about one’s role in the modern sexual marketplace”. I know, this is not impressive, but I did give in to an unexpected urge to make contact. I sent an email from a semi-anonymous account to The Trainer. It contained a variation of the summary I’ve presented here, along with my pointed question of the form “So what can you do for me?”

She responded quickly and very politely. She admitted that she’d need to meet me to properly answer my question. She added some detail, stating that her goal was to help people find comfort in themselves, acknowledging reality and shedding pretense. Her preferred method was role-playing. She’d meet with a client, work out a way to experiment, with an emphasis on emotional safety, with different presentations. She was clear that she is not prescriptive and she is non-judgmental. Her only goal is to find the most comfortable self-image for her students.

Normally I avoid feel-good advisors who only feel good when they receive a check from me. But The Trainer seemed more sincere, and more humble, than other quacks I’ve encountered. I decided to give her a chance, just one.

I made an appointment to visit her the next Wednesday, from noon to 5PM.

Preparation: Making the Plan

I showed up at The Trainer’s apartment precisely at noon. She let me in, and immediately offered illegal bahis me a seat and a cup of tea. She was a mature and rather dowdy woman, but clearly energetic and intelligent. Her apartment was small, containing a single living/dining room and a hall leading to a bathroom and, I assumed, a bedroom. Two cats lounged on the floor, but seemed quite elderly, as they barely moved when I entered.

We talked about innocuous things as we got to know one another. We both hate sports, and the men they attract. We both enjoy history and music, though I’m more into engineering, and she into art. It was easy to open up to her, for she was quite open with me.

Then we got down to business. She clearly understood that I visualize myself as a man, biology notwithstanding, and am happy with that. She was very supportive of this, emphasizing that one should find a role in which one feels comfortable, and stick with it, regardless of outside opinion. She even asserted that I was handsome, though I wrote this off as the kind of pandering that comes with professional client relations.

The crux came when she asked me what alternative roles I had considered. I blushed. I do have a secret fantasy. So secret it’s known only to me. I thought long and hard about whether I should reveal it to her. She waited, silently, knowing that I was struggling internally. She was patient. She seemed sincerely interested in my thoughts. I gave in.

“I do sometimes wonder what it would be like to live life as a real woman, provided we could get rid of all the men”, was my current thought. “I don’t think I want to be a lesbian, but I do sometimes wonder what it would be like to be Cinderella – without Prince Charming.”

She was silent. I was silent. We looked at each other, and she smiled a bit and nodded slightly. “I know exactly what you mean” she spoke, softly. I believed her.

“Would you be interested in a simple experiment to help clarify your feelings?” she asked.

“What kind of experiment?” I wondered. I liked her, but was not about to yield control to her.

“Let’s just go for a ride. Go to a mall, perhaps. Let’s find a place not far from here, but where you won’t be known. In the process, let’s do some simple role-playing. Let’s just fix you up to be a bit more feminine, and see how you feel about it.”

“What do you mean by fixing me up?” I had to know.

“I suggest we keep things simple. I can put some light makeup on you. I can loan you a simple wig, not big and long, but something down to your shoulders, perhaps. I have some discrete jewelry. But mostly, let’s show off your breasts a bit more.”

I was seriously taken aback, especially by her final clause. Repeat: I don’t like makeup. Repeat: I don’t like long hair. Repeat: I don’t like jewelry. Repeat: I don’t want other people staring at my breasts. But I do like having breasts, and sometimes, late at night, I stand in front of a mirror and…whatever.

However, I did feel a surge of interest, maybe even excitement. A warm feeling grew in my crotch. Something sexually significant began. I became modestly aroused, and this does not happen outside my bedroom.

“Think about it for a few minutes”, said The Trainer.

I did. I imagined walking down the aisle of one of the nearby malls. I imagined wearing those self-forbidden items: makeup, earrings, bracelets, and wig. I especially imagined allowing my breasts to show. The warmth spread. Arousal grew. I went further, and imagined adopting the arched-back posture used by exotic women, pulling my shoulders back and pushing my breasts forward. My breath caught in my throat. I wanted to do this, to let myself go, to appear as a woman, sensual, erotic. Damn the men. I formed the idea of competing with other women: “Mine are bigger than yours, now what do you say?”

To this day, I don’t know what I desired more at that instant: a climax, or to go on with The Trainer’s expedition. I was so aroused that judgment failed me. I acceded to her suggestion.

But then cold feet set in. I wondered why I should bother at all with this silly idea. I was sure no good would come of it, and the next day I would simply revert to my normal, comfortable life. Why take any risk at all? I still didn’t know The Trainer very well, though I was beginning to like her. Besides, I’m happy being male, at least in concept.

Fortunately, it was winter. I could contemplate a compromise: I could wear my winter coat, which I had left in my car. This would hide my breasts, to some extent, if things became to embarrassing. I did not want men to be glaring at me, under any circumstances.

Also, I wanted an escape path. I didn’t want to give The Trainer more control than necessary, but I did think her presence could give me confidence. I asked her for a piece of paper and pen, and scribbled out the following caveats:

1. I wear the entire setup, including my winter coat, as we leave your home, and I drive us to the Mall

2. We walk into the Mall, and promenade around it, with my coat buttoned, window-shopping, as I adjust to the wig, makeup and illegal bahis siteleri jewelry

3. You signal me to unbutton my coat, revealing the shape of my breasts, and we continue walking

4. We find a seat in the Food Court, and you signal me to remove my coat entirely, exposing the shape of my breasts to all who would look

5. After some time, we resume our walk, with me carrying my coat on my arm, again window-shopping, breasts clearly on display

6. If the weather permits, we return to the car, you unlock it and tell me to put my coat in it, then we return to the mall, removing the psychological safety net that the coat had provided

7. We continue our promenade, and as we pass each store, you ask me to identify an item we might examine in each one

8. You select one store for us to enter and contemplate a purchase, where I must talk with a sales person (preferably female), my breasts directly in front of her.

The Trainer took no issue with these suggestions. We had a plan.

Transformation: From Bobbie to Maggie

The Trainer took charge. “Stay here, I’ll be right back”. Sure enough, a few minutes later she returned, arms full of stuff.

“Let’s start with the basics. Take off your sweatshirt, please.” This gave me no pause, as my sports bra is a very utilitarian thing, not likely to excite anyone, especially The Trainer.

“Thank you. Now, here’s a more appealing bra. Put it on. Would you like me to leave while you do so?” This was an interesting combination of authority and sensitivity. Again, I gave in.

“No, you may stay, of course.” I examined the bra she had given me. It was lacy, but well constructed, as the back panel included four clasps. It also had an underwire, the purpose of which I had long forgotten. I put it on, and almost gasped. I discovered the reason for the underwire, as it rounded my breasts. Being of the proper size, the cups forced them to protrude more than I’d ever experienced. The lace was semi-transparent, and my nipples showed clearly, both in color and in shape. I looked bustier than I ever had. I did not enjoy the concept. I do not show off my breasts. Yet here, I did. Something again stirred between my legs.

The Trainer said nothing. She handed me a turquoise knit sweater, obviously wishing me to put it on. I did. It covered the bra, and hid the color of my nipples, but not their shape. I protruded. They protruded. I felt as though an alien had overtaken my body. Unconsciously, I arched my back, slightly. I protruded more. I became more aroused. My nipples protruded more. This was not me! But it was fun.

She handed me a wig. I somehow figured out how to pull it over my short-cropped hair. It fit snuggly. As promised, it was not too long, not quite coming down to my shoulders, with bangs almost reaching my eyebrows. She pulled out a comb, combed the wig quickly, and then stepped back.

“Go into the bathroom, and take a look at yourself.” I did. I gasped, for real. For that was not me in the mirror. It was a busty woman, with simple yet feminine hair. Was I that woman? “Put these on”, she said, handing me a pair of dangly, somewhat tacky, earrings. The pressure of the clips on my ear lobes was quite surprising. “Turn and look at me” was her next instruction. I did, and she deftly dabbed eye shadow, eyebrow pencil, and lipstick on me. “Look again.” I did, and could not believe the transformation. At least from the waist up, I was no longer my own comfortable tomboy. I was a full-fledged woman. It made me very, very uncomfortable, for this was an entirely unfamiliar concept. It was arousing, though, for inexplicable reasons. “Tell me what you see.”

“I see a woman, a real woman. She is not me. I would be embarrassed to be seen like this in any other circumstances. I am embarrassed now. I do not want to be this woman. She defies major parts of my personal self-image. Let’s stop.”

“Can we compromise, and just take a break? Please, come take a seat in the living room?” She led the way, and I followed. Somehow I had fallen into a subservient role, accepting her suggestions, though still feeling free to offer my own opinions. She offered, and produced, another cup of tea. It was Earl Gray, I think.

“This is just a role-playing experiment. I’m not trying to change you at all. You will be the same person tomorrow morning as you were when you woke up this morning. The only thing that will change is your experience. Please, stay with me, let’s do this, so you can go home knowing, in more detail, what you’ve chosen not to include in your self-image, yet.”

I remained silent. She had a good point. Her offer was to try something new, like bocce or skydiving. I would not change. Or if I did change, it would be my choice to do so. I would be embarrassed in the process, just as if I were to take up bocce, having no skill in it. I would learn something, though, and I do appreciate the value of learning. “Ok.”

We left her apartment, and walked to my car. Nobody was in the hallway, so nobody saw me. We got to the car, opened it, and canlı bahis siteleri I immediately put on my winter coat. I almost never wear it, because it has a somewhat feminine cut and fur collar, but now it served as a savior. Buttoned tightly, it effectively hid my breasts. I again felt comfortable. I didn’t even think about the other parts of my transformation. I relaxed.

However, I could not escape the realization that I was no longer Bobbie. I was back to being Margaret, or perhaps Maggie.

Experience: At the Mall

We headed to the mall, and I concentrated on driving, nothing else. I focused my attention on traffic, signals, and other wild and dangerous drivers. She chatted about her cats, the decorations in her apartment, and her enthusiasm for medieval English history. No thoughts of the coming activity complicated our thinking.

We arrived at the mall, and I parked somewhat near one of the main entrances. Feigning nonchalance, I got out, sure that the coat was completely buttoned. I helped The Trainer out of her side, locked the car, and we proceeded to the mall entrance.

Somewhere between the car and the entrance, it hit me. I was now a different person. I had long hair. I was wearing makeup. I was wearing earrings. And despite my self-delusion, my breast-mounds clearly filled out my coat in a way I’d not experienced in many, many years. I was Maggie. I was exhibiting femininity, not hiding it. The Trainer was silent at my side, inscrutable, letting me come to grips with the new reality.

As we approached the door, two or three scruffy men stood outside. They were smoking, and they were gaping. They weren’t gaping at The Teacher, since she was dressed very conventionally, and comported herself with a deliberately lackluster demeanor. No, they were gaping at me. To them, I was a well-made-up busty woman, despite the jeans and sneakers, and they barely restrained their leers. Embarrassed though I was, I held their eyes, knowing that this would increase their interest, but refusing to be intimidated by them.

We got to the door, and went inside. We entered on the second floor. A short way ahead of us was an escalator down to the first floor. We were in a light, airy lobby, and I felt as though I had just stepped on stage. Everyone in the lobby could see Maggie, even though I was not really Maggie.

At the base of the escalator, two mall handcart vendors accosted us. “Hello, ladies, would you like some mumbledygook?”. I didn’t even pay attention to what they were selling. I instinctively don’t like being called a lady, for I am Bobbie, and I am a male. Except then, I was not Bobbie, I was Maggie, and I was female. I became very confused.

The Trainer led us into a gem shop. It was very nicely set up, with sales staff that clearly valued customers. One saleswoman came over to me, and asked about what I was interested. At any other time, this would have been a pleasant experience. But now, The Teacher had brought us directly to the 8th step of the 8 step way I had insisted upon, and I became severely disoriented.

Here I was, big-busted woman with breasts enhanced by an underwire bra, wearing makeup, earrings, and long hair. This image was far from the masculine Bobbie to which I was accustomed. I put my hands deep into my pockets. I hunched over to hide my breasts. I shifted my shoulders up so that my coat collar would cover my neck. I tried to hide. The Trainer ignored me, pleasantly gabbing about this and that. I left the store, found a corner in which to stand, and pretended to be invisible.

Eventually The Trainer emerged from the shop. She immediately recognized my distress. She led me over to a set of chairs in the lobby through which we had entered, and gestured to me to sit down. “What’s wrong?” she asked, kindly.

“I wanted to ease into this situation. I provided you with a list of incremental steps by which we could do this. You took us right to the end of the list. I am feeling extremely uncomfortable. I simply do not know how to comport myself when I’m in this position.” Those were the nice words. The less nice thoughts included no small amount of anger, for I felt she had violated the implicit compact we had made when she accepted my amendment to her plan.

“You are absolutely right. I got carried away. I am so sorry. Would you like to go home now, or figure out a way to proceed?” Such compassion and humility surprised me. Anger fled. Now that I was in her scene, I did want to go forward. But I wanted to slow down.

“There’s a food court in front of us. Can we find someplace to sit, as far out of sight as possible?” I asked.

“Sure, that’s a good idea”, she said. “Lead the way.”

I led us to a half-booth near the ground floor entrance. She offered to get us slices of pizza and soft drinks. I acceded, and she went off to do so. Left alone, I thought about my situation. The good news was that I was in a position where I really could try on a new personality. The bad news was that it was one with which I was completely unfamiliar, and therefore completely lacking in self-confidence. An interesting element of fun remained, however. I was a new person, Maggie. I could project a distinctly feminine image. And with The Trainer’s support, I could readily avoid normal irritations. I resolved to try, but at my own pace.

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