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Darla sat cross-legged, watching television as she folded clothes. Her brothers were playing basketball outside in the driveway. She could hear the thud of the ball as they dribbled up and down in front of the basket hung on the garage. She glanced at the clock, then put down the T-shirt she had been folding. It was time to get them in for supper. Papa would be home soon and she wanted everything to be ready when he arrived. Since their mother had left ten years earlier, Darla had taken on the duties of cook, housekeeper and babysitter.

Looking out the backdoor at her brothers, it was now hard to imagine them ever being that small. Danny was 19 and the image of Papa. Derrick was 20 and a junior at college. Both boys lived at home. Papa wanted it that way. He wanted his kids close by him all the time. Darla called to the boys to come to supper. They dutifully left the basketball and walked toward the backdoor. They had always been obedient, polite boys but with an air of mischief. As Danny walked in, he slapped Darla on the rump and ran into the kitchen. Darla ran after him, catching up to him at the refrigerator. She reached up and ruffled his blond curly hair. He grinned at her and leaned down to kiss her cheek. Derrick walked up behind her and kissed her other cheek. Darla felt flush. The boys had always been very affectionate, but she was shy and it made her uncomfortable. Her blushing face was too irresistible for the boys, so they both kissed her again. Darla shooed them away to go wash their hands. “Papa will be home on a few minutes. Go get yourselves decent for the supper table.” Both of her brothers wandered off to wash up.

Darla was humming softly, filling dishes with the evening’s meal. She was an excellent cook. The aroma of fresh baked bread and pot roast filled the kitchen. “Smells wonderful, Darla.” Papa had walked into the kitchen and had quietly stole up behind his beautiful daughter. She turned and kissed him to welcome him home. His lips lightly touched hers and he put his arm around her waist. “How was your day?” Darla sat a plate in front of her father as he took his place at the table. “It was great. Everything has gone so well today. I have all my work done.” He smiled approval at the sparkling clean home. “You work so hard to make a nice home for us all. I am very proud of you. And I haven’t forgotten your special day. I have a birthday surprise for you later.” Darla smiled at her Papa. He never forgot a birthday. He was the greatest Papa in the world.

The boys joined them at the table. “Happy 23rd birthday, Darla!” The boys shouted in unison, then laughed. Darla giggled at her brothers. “Papa has a surprise for me!”

“We güvenilir bahis know. We know what it is, too.” Danny stuck his tongue out at her, just like when he was a little boy. She giggled again. She was excited and anxious about her surprise. She couldn’t wait. Papa noticed how she wiggled in her chair. He watched her twisting back and forth as she ate her dinner. “Sit still, child. Your surprise is coming right after we eat.”

After they had all finished eating, Darla got up to do dishes. But the boys took her by the hand and walked her into the living room. “Not tonight, dear sister.” Again they spoke in unison. She smiled at them and let them lead her into the living room. Papa was in his chair, waiting for them. “Well, Darla you are all grown up dear. I can hardly believe you are my little girl when I look at you. You have blossomed into a beautiful woman. I want you to know I am proud of you.” Darla blushed at her father’s words. “I guess you want your surprise now?” Darla nodded “Yes, please.” Papa looked at his two boys, who sat on the floor beside Darla’s chair. He winked at Derrick, then at Danny. Danny smiled back at him. The boys exchanged and glance and then looked up at Darla. Mischief again danced in their eyes. Darla felt a bit nervous. What were they up to?

Papa crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair. He pulled out his pipe and lit it. He looked again at the boys. He drew a deep breath and then nodded to them. Before Darla knew what was happening, the boys were grabbing her and pulling her to the floor. She was startled and let out a yelp. Danny covered her mouth with his. His tongue plunged deep into her mouth, probing and tasting. Derrick was holding her down to the floor. She started to fight them. She wanted to yell, but couldn’t. She felt helpless in their grasp. Danny pulled away from her and smiled an evil smile.

He and Derrick started pull her dress up, revealing her white panties. She looked over at Papa, who was smiling at the event. “Just lay there a let them do it, Darla. Trust Papa. All you women are sluts at heart. Look at your mom. I know you all want cock. I’m giving you what you want. But this way, you won’t leave like she did. She went out to chase cock. We’re going to show you that you have all the cock you need here.” Papa continued to watch the boys as they slide off Darla’s panties. She didn’t protest any longer. Papa had said to lay still and she did just that. He was always right.

Danny put his fingers on her pussy lips, rubbing them lightly. She felt a tingle of excitement. She looked up at the ceiling, not sure of what to do. Derrick leaned over her body and began unbuttoning her dress. He unhooked türkçe bahis the front hook bra and began to rub her tits. He licked one nipple and pinched the other with his fingers. She heard herself moan. It felt good. She felt Danny’s fingers slide into her pussy. She felt the wet lips give way to his fingers and again moaned. Derrick began to bite her nipple and pinched harder. Darla moaned louder. Danny leaned over her and pushed his face into her wet cunt. He started licking and sucking on her lips and clit. Darla reached out and grabbed his hair, pulling him in closer. Derrick pulled back from her tits and unzipped his pants. He pulled his cock out and rubbed the hard dick against her face. Darla turned away at first.

Derrick grabbed her face and turned her back toward the waiting cock. He forced it into her mouth, and began fucking her mouth. Darla tried to pull away but felt a slap on her thigh. Papa had moved over to her. He looked at her sternly and she stopped struggling. Derrick began to fuck her mouth faster. She tasted his cock and liked the feel of the precum on her tongue. She started to suck instinctively. Danny was now watching Derrick and his sister. He wanted some of that action. He crawled up to Darla’s head and turned it to his dick. He pushed it inside her mouth and fucked her hard. Danny was masturbating as he watched. Darla turned her head toward Derrick and put her hand up for him. Danny fucked her mouth while she masturbated Derrick.

Papa watched his children at play. “Good, good. Fuck her mouth, Danny. Derrick, fuck her hand. Get ready to cum. I want to see that semen shoot out on her tits. I want to see her covered in cum. Darla didn’t know why, but she was even more excited by knowing Papa was watching. She was moaning and sucking, fondling the other cock with her hand. Both boys pulled out at the same time, aiming the rock hard cocks at her tits. Cum shot out of their cocks, landing on her tits and her belly. She moaned again as the warm fluid covered her body. Danny and Derrick emptied out their load on her and then sat back on the floor.

Papa stared at the body of his lovely daughter. He smiled at the glistening cum on her tits. He looked over at his boys and gave them another instruction. “Strip her naked. I want to see that ass of hers.” The boys willing complied with the command. Darla lay there as they ripped her clothes from her. They rolled her over onto her tummy, exposing the soft ass to Papa. “Time for a birthday spanking, boys.” Danny and Derrick took turns spanking their sister’s ass. They counted off twenty-three slaps and then each slapped an ass cheek as they counted “one to grow on”.

She wiggled güvenilir bahis siteleri under their spanking, but then begged for more. Danny and Derrick looked up at Papa, who nodded agreement. They spanked and spanked Darla as she shouted for more. Papa looked with glee as Darla’s ass began to glow red. He kneeled down between her legs and watched the hands spanking and the flesh of her cheeks wiggle. “That’s enough, boys. Move over to the couch now. Papa has some things he wants to do to birthday girl.”

Derrick and Danny sat on the couch and watched at Papa pulled out his stiff cock. It was huge. Danny and Derrick were well endowed, but nothing to compare with the cock Papa produced. Papa dangled the cock above her ass, touching the tip to her cheeks. He stuck his fingers up her pussy, feeling the wetness. She moaned as he began to fuck her virgin cunt with his fingers. “Hold on, baby. You’re going to hide this cock in that tight pussy. Papa lay on top of her and grabbed her hips. He tilted her hips a bit and rubbed his cock against her lips to get it wet.

Without any further movement, he rammed the full length of his 11″ deep into the tight pussy of his daughter. Darla let out a yell as she felt the monster cock plunge into her virgin pussy. Papa reached around and put his hand over her mouth. He rammed her harder and harder, fucking her as deep as he could force his dick in her. He held her mouth tightly shut, but she was still heard by her brothers. Derrick leaned over on the couch and called to Papa “Fuck her hard. Make her cum, Papa. Fuck her so hard she can’t take it!” Papa was fucking his daughter like streetwalker. He wanted her to feel what real cock could do to her. He felt her body shake and tremble as he fucked her. He felt his cock throb and knew he was ready to cum. “Not yet. Not the pussy this time.” Papa whirled her over on her back and forced the cock into her mouth as he shot his load down her throat. “Suck it all, baby. Suck every drop. That’s daddy’s little girl.” Darla swallowed and swallowed all she could. She felt cum dripping down her chin and onto her tits. She thought he would never stop.

Papa stood up, looking at his daughter. He smiled at her. She was beautiful with cum dripping down her chin. He looked over at his boys, who were rubbing their hard cocks as they watched the fucking. “Want more?” He asked his sons. Both boys nodded, ready to fuck their sister. Papa winked at them and they dove off the couch onto Darla’s naked body. Derrick forced his cock into her ass, then rolled her on top of him. Danny plunged into her pussy and both boys fucked their sister. Darla moaned and begged for more. They fucked her while Papa watched, happy that his children enjoyed the time together. He sat on the chair and watched them as they rolled around on the floor, exploring new positions, fucking and sucking each other. Papa smiled. It had been a great birthday for his daughter.

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Author’s Note: This story first appeared in slightly different form back in 1996. I’ve always wanted to take another crack at it and since it wasn’t included in my original postings to Literotica, here goes.

*****

A sudden flash of lightning filled the small cabin, causing the transistor radio on the table to momentarily crackle with static. A few seconds later, the early summer night was filled with a resounding crash as the sound of the thunderclap caught up with the light. The storm had been raging for a little over two hours, alternating between violent crashes in the sky and the steady patter of rain against the windows.

“That was a good one!” Robyn Grayson exclaimed as she clapped in appreciation of the sudden illumination.

“You wouldn’t think that if we were out there on the lake,” Valerie Carter replied as she pointed out the large bay windows to the large body of water beyond.

“But we’re not, are we?” Robyn retorted with an exaggerated pout. “Sometimes you can be such a worrier.”

“One of us has to be,” Valerie said, “or at least have common sense. Otherwise you’d probably have us out there on the lake because you’d get a better view.”

“Hey, now that’s an idea,” Robyn said in mock seriousness. “We could take one of the boats down by the dock and …”

“Don’t even think it,” Valerie said, cutting her off in mid-sentence.

Both girls then broke out into laughter.

All in all, watching the storm and snacking on munchies and a bottle of wine that they’d liberated from the liquor cabinet wasn’t the worst way the two of them could spend the night. Of course, it wasn’t what they had in mind when they’d come up to the lake two days ago, but nature had a way of interrupting the best laid plans.

Robyn Grayson and Valerie Carter had been best friends for fourteen of their nineteen years, ever since they’d met on the first day of kindergarten. Back then, they’d both been pudgy little girls more interested in games and dolls than anything else. With slight variations, that had continued right up until they’d begun to hit puberty.

In Robyn’s case, early womanhood had sprung upon her with a vengeance. She lost all her baby fat, and over the course of a long summer, went through a growth spurt that saw her fill up and out at the same time. She’d returned to school that fall no longer as the semi-plump tomboy that people remembered, but as an attractive young lady with a figure that began to draw boys’ attention like moths to a candle. It was also over that summer that she finally gave in to her mother’s insistence and let her dark hair grow out, replacing the almost boyish cut she’d previously preferred.

Valerie had also begun to fill out that summer, but unlike Robyn she lost little of her childhood fat. In fact, with the addition of a few inches to her height also came more than a few unwanted pounds. When she’d weighed herself a few days previously, the scale put Valerie at a hundred and fifty-one pounds. Her only saving grace was that her body weight was spread pretty evenly, giving her a mature, full-figured look, including a quite substantial bust.

Regardless of those physical changes, both girls had continued to remain steadfast friends. They’d seen too many friendships fall apart when one friend became part of the popular crowd and no longer had time for the other who hadn’t been similarly accepted. Robyn did indeed become part of the in crowd, a cheerleader and the girlfriend of the quarterback. But she made it clear to anyone who even suggested that it would look better if she ‘dropped’ Val, that the crowd, the cheerleaders and even the quarterback would fall by the wayside before her friendship with Valerie did.

In actuality, it hadn’t been Robyn’s rise in prominence that required the biggest adjustment in their friendship, but Valerie’s. Between the two of them, Valerie had always been the smarter of the two, at least as far as books were concerned. A constant presence on the honor roll, the short haired blonde had qualified for a full scholarship at Northern State, where she had been enrolled since last fall. Robyn, who’d graduated high school with less than full honors, had declined higher education in favor of joining the local work force.

Valerie had been home only a few days when her mother announced that they were going up to Morning Rock Lake to spend the week at their grandfather’s cabin, while he and Valerie’s father replaced the heating and air conditioning system in the house. Wouldn’t it be nice, Mae Carter had further said, if Valerie invited Robyn to come with them? It would give the two of them a chance to catch up on the six months since they’d last seen each other.

The first days of the trip had been pretty routine, just some swimming in the lake, a little boating and a barbecue with the neighbors. Then, this afternoon, Val’s fourteen-year-old brother, Bobby, had taken a fall and twisted his ankle while climbing a tree. It had swollen up pretty good and Mae thought it a good idea to güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri take him into town to have it x-rayed, just to be sure it wasn’t more serious. There was no need, she said, for the girls to interrupt their vacation. After all, she and Bobby would be back in a few hours – they’d hardly notice they were even gone.

The wait in the small hospital turned out to be longer than Mae had expected, and by the time they were finished, the thunderstorm had made driving on the old country roads an iffy proposition. The safe bet, she decided, was to stay in town overnight. So, she’d called the girls and told them that all Bobby had was indeed a sprain and that they’d be back in the morning. The girls said not to worry, the two of them would be fine on their own.

-=-=-=-

“I bet you wished you’d stayed home this weekend,” Valerie said as, sitting on one end of the couch, she drained the last of the wine from her glass.

“I don’t know, this is kind of fun.” Robyn, sitting on the other end, replied as she quickly refilled Val’s glass before topping off her own.

“More fun than Sally Kellerman’s Summer Bash?” Valerie countered as she looked at the now empty wine bottle. It seemed like they’d just opened it. “That was tonight, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Robyn said in an unconvincing tone, “but I really wasn’t planning to go anyway.”

“The biggest social event of 1978, filled with the most popular people in school, and you were just going to stay home and do your nails,” Val laughed. “If my mom hadn’t waited until we were already up here before mentioning it, I’d never have invited you to come along. It wasn’t fair to put you on the spot, having to make you choose between coming up here with us and going to Sally’s party. It’s not like I’d have been angry if you wanted to go to the party instead.”

“I really mean it; I wasn’t planning to go,” Robyn insisted.

“You know, I almost believe you,” Valerie said.

“I’ve grown up a lot in the nine months you’ve been gone,” Robyn said. “Enough to realize what stupid assholes some of those people really are.”

“Well, what do you know?” Valerie laughed, “There is a brain in that pretty head of yours after all. I wondered if you’d ever open your mouth and speak up.”

“Go to hell!” Robyn shot back in mock anger. “There are a lot of times I open my mouth.”

“True,” Valerie smiled, “but most of those times it’s usually liplocked onto some dumb jock.”

“Oh, how sharp the tongue of a friend,” Robyn retorted, now laughing as well.

“Speaking of heads and sharp tongues, maybe we should go a little easy on this stuff,” Valerie suggested as she indicated the glasses they both held. “Wouldn’t do to have mom come back and find us sloshed.”

“You worry too much.” Robyn said. “By the time she gets back tomorrow, we’ll have had a good night’s sleep and be fine.”

“Today, you mean,” Valerie corrected as she looked at the large clock on the fireplace mantle and noted that it was one in the morning.

“Whatever …” Robyn said, taking another drink from her glass.

Deciding that perhaps her friend did have a point, Valerie took another sip from her own glass as well.

“This new asshole category,” Valerie asked as she lowered her glass. “Does that include Brian Ward?”

Brian Ward, former quarterback of the high school football team, had been Robyn’s on again off again boyfriend for the last two years.

“Brian, it turns out, is both a prick and an asshole,” Robyn replied, a clear disdain in her voice. “It turns out that even after we got back together, he was still getting blow jobs and sometimes more from both Jenny Davis and Helen Myers.”

“And that would’ve been on the nights that you were seeing someone else?” Valerie asked.

“Yes, I mean, that was different…” Robyn stuttered. “I mean, who told you that?”

“No one had to tell me, Robyn,” Valerie smiled. “I’ve just known you too long.”

“What about you?” Robyn asked as she changed the subject. “You haven’t said one word about the guys at State. I’ve known you a long time too, and you can’t tell me that you’ve been celibate all this time.”

While Valerie hadn’t had Robyn’s experience with boys, she was hardly a virgin. There had always been guys who saw that she was cute in her own way as well as those who would prefer to date a girl whose idea of an intelligent conversation involved more than the latest fashions or celebrity gossip. That and the desire to get a really good look at the big boobs that filled out whatever Valerie happened to be wearing. Jocks, nerds, or somewhere in between, guys were still guys.

“Well, I’ve been really busy these past few months,” Valerie said, looking more than just a little uncomfortable. “College course are a lot harder than high school.”

“Bullshit!” Robyn replied. “I could always tell when you’re lying, Val, so you might as well tell me. You know that you’re going to do that in the end anyway.”

“Well güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri … actually …” Valerie hesitated, she was finding it hard to say the words that floated unbidden in her mind.

“Come on, Val, we’re never had secrets from each other,” Robyn insisted, “no matter what they were. Remember that night I fucked Mr. Peterson; didn’t I share that with you?”

Valerie remembered all too well how excited Robyn had been when she called Val’s private line one night, well after midnight, telling her that she’d just done it with Robert Peterson, the thirty-five-year-old manager of the local Burger Barn. Even today, Valerie still wondered why Peterson, who had a quite attractive and younger wife, had taken the risk of sleeping with an employee almost young enough to be his daughter. Why Robyn had done it held little mystery. She had already slept with a few boys; now she wanted to see what it was like to be fucked by a man.

“I remember,” Valerie answered quietly, staring out into the darkness beyond the window where the storm had finally subsided. At least the storm out there.

“So, you know you can trust me. Come on, Val,” Robyn insisted.

Valerie turned her gaze from the darkness back to her oldest friend. She could see in her hungry eyes that she wasn’t going to stop until she knew. Still, the words wouldn’t come.

“Is it a teacher, or a professor, isn’t that what you call them?” Robyn asked. “Are you sleeping with one of them?”

“No,” Valerie simply replied.

“Is it someone that’s married?” Robyn quickly continued.

“No,” Valerie repeated.

“See, so it can’t be as big a secret as what I shared with you,” Robyn said, as if that should’ve made it easier to say.

Valerie stood up and walked over by the window, staring at her reflection. She ran a hand through her short hair and sighed. It had been a long day and the need for sleep and the wine were beginning to be felt.

“Robyn, why don’t we just drop this and get some sleep,” Valerie suggested.

“Because I want to know, that’s why,” Robyn said. “I want to know what it is that you don’t think you can share with someone who’s been your friend since we were five years old?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” Valerie replied.

“What wouldn’t I understand?” came Robyn’s reply. “A guy’s a guy. God knows I’ve slept with a few assholes. So, what’s the …”

Robyn suddenly paused in mid-sentence. She brought her hand up to her still opened mouth in surprise. The reason Valerie didn’t want to talk about it suddenly seemed crystal clear.

“Oh shit,” she exclaimed. “He’s black, isn’t he? What’s are your parents going to do when they find out?”

Valerie shook her head. It was bad enough that Robyn couldn’t let the matter drop; now she had to let her small-town prejudices create some non-existent scenario.

“No, he’s not black, or brown, or yellow, or for that matter white,” Valerie finally answered, suddenly no longer caring how her friend might react. “If you really, really have to know – it’s not a guy at all!

-=-=-=-

A pregnant silence filled the cabin as Robyn found herself totally speechless for the first time in her life. It had taken her a few seconds to understand Valerie’s answer, but once she did, it had taken her back like nothing ever had before.

Viewing the expression on Robyn’s face, Valerie was certain that she’d just flushed a fourteen-year friendship down the proverbial toilet. And the thing that surprised her was, she really didn’t care. Not if the cost of keeping that friendship was denying herself and who she was. She was tired of lying, and if Robyn couldn’t handle the truth, well then, maybe their friendship had never been as strong as they’d thought in the first place.

“What’s her name?” Robyn asked.

“What?” Val asked, not actually hearing Robyn.

“I said, what’s her name?” Robyn repeated. “Your girlfriend, or am I supposed to call her your lover?”

“Whatever you’re the most comfortable with,” Valerie finally responded, surprised at her friend’s calm reaction. “Her name is Beth Moskowitz.”

The name called forth the image of a tall, dark eyed girl that Robyn remembered meeting the weekend she’d taken the bus up to State to visit Valerie and take a look at the school. There had been a number of people that Valerie had presented her to over the three days she was there, but for some reason, Beth had stood out. Now Robyn realized it had been because of the glow on Valerie’s face when she had introduced her.

“I remember her,” Robyn said. “She’s very pretty.”

“Thanks,” Val answered, unsure what else to say, “but it’s already over between us. Beth wants someone who can be out in the open about our relationship. I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”

“I’m sorry,” Robyn offered, her voice clearly reflecting genuine sympathy. “You want to talk about it?”

It had been a good long time since the two women had really sat down and had such an intimate güvenilir bahis şirketleri conversation. It felt good to both of them. Surprisingly neither of them felt tired anymore.

“I should apologize for what I said before about the guy being black,” Robyn said. “I should know better, but sometimes the prejudices you’re surrounded with are hard to ignore.”

“Actually, I’m pretty surprised the way you’ve taken this whole thing,” Valerie said. “I almost expected you to call me a dyke.”

“I’m not that bad, am I?” asked Robyn.

“I guess not,” Val smiled.

“True, lesbianism isn’t really a subject that comes up a lot in my circle of friends, but I’m not totally ignorant,” Robyn went on. “I know there’s a lot more to a woman’s interest in other women than the idea that she simply can’t get herself a man.”

Actually, that little tidbit was at the core of most of Robyn’s friends’ thinking on the subject. Dykes, as some of them preferred to call them, were ugly girls who couldn’t get a man and so turned to each other.

Sex was something her other girlfriends talked about incessantly, and when they did, Robyn had found strangeness as to what was considered acceptable and what was not. It was always okay to talk about how you fucked your boyfriend or a new position you tried. In fact, she could recall a night that Betty Lieberman demonstrated on a banana the perfect blow job. Yet there was another night when Sally Keller asked one of the other girls how best to masturbate and found herself shut out of the group. Evidently, that was too close to sexual contact between one girl and another.

“Was Beth a one-time thing or are you definitely into women now? asked Robyn.

“I don’t know.” came Valerie’s reply. “I still find some guys attractive, but I think I’m more attracted to girls. To be honest, I’ve been attracted to girls for a couple of years. This was just the first time I had the opportunity to do anything about it. If Beth hadn’t been so open in her sexuality, I’d still probably just be thinking about it.”

Robyn studied the face of her friend. The revelation that she had been attracted to girls for years sent her mind racing along a new track. It was almost a minute before she asked the question that repeated over and over in her head.

“Were you ever attracted to me?” she asked.

Valerie waited almost twice as long before answering, but then just saying the words seemed to take a great load off of her.

“I’ve been in love with you since I was fourteen,” Valerie said.

“Then why didn’t you say anything?” Robyn asked, handling the admission with no more surprise than if Valerie had said the sky was blue.

“What was I going to say that probably wouldn’t have, at the very least, destroyed our friendship?” Valerie asked in reply. “Do you really think you could’ve handled something like that back then?”

“Probably not,” Robyn admitted. “To be honest, I’m really not at all sure how I’m handling it now.”

A long pause passed as the room got very quiet, the only sound the ticking of the clock on the wall.

“Maybe we should just drop this and turn in,” Valerie suggested as she looked at the clock. “It’s almost one-thirty.”

“No, I’m not tired,” was Robyn’s quick response.

She took a long hard look at her dearest friend. For most of their lives, they’d been closer than sisters. Had one of them been born a man, she had no doubt whatsoever that they’d have been lovers. Now, it seemed, that really hadn’t been a requirement after all.

“What’s it like,” she unexpectedly asked, “making love to another woman?”

It took Valerie a few seconds to even believe that Robyn had asked a question like that. Then another few moments to try and formulate a response.

“I guess I could say it was softer, gentler than being with a guy,” Valerie said, “but it’s really much more than that. It’s hard to put into words when you don’t have a common frame of reference.”

“Like the time I tried to explain to you how to give a guy a blow job when you’d never even seen a cock up close before,” Robyn said.

“Not exactly, but that’s close,” Valerie replied.

“So, I guess the only way to really understand it, then, is to do it,” Robyn said, again in a calm, controlled voice.

“I can’t have heard you right,” Valerie responded, disbelief in her own voice.

“No, I mean, yes, you heard me perfectly,” Robyn said.

“I have to be dreaming this,” Valerie said, actually wondering if this might be a wine induced dream.

“If it’s a dream, then it’s one that we’re both having,” Robyn smiled. “Valerie, I love you, always have, always will. If that’s the kind of love that involves having a physical relationship too, well, maybe I’m not totally sure of that, at least not yet. But when you think about it, it is probably the only thing we haven’t done together. I’d never admit it to anyone else, hell, I probably wouldn’t even have admitted it to you if you hadn’t done so first, but I’ve always had a certain curiosity about being with another girl. That much I’m sure of.”

Valerie sat silent, trying to take in all that Robyn had said before making a reply.

“Besides, we both know I’ve gone to bed with guys for a lot of worse reasons,” Robyn laughed.

Valerie had to smile at the truth of that.

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A BOY WHO CAME IN FROM THE COLD – CHAPTER 12

“BOYS ON FILM”

© Sadie Rose Bermingham 2006

Apologies for the delay to Chapter 12. I’ve been swanning around Europe and London enjoying myself so things have gotten a little behind. Which, by happy coincedence, is exactly what Aldo and Barclay hope to get themselves at the end of this chapter! As usual, the author reserves the right to stomp all over the heads of anyone who pilfers this material without permission! To everyone else… enjoy!

UNPREPARED:

In spite of all his darkest speculations, Rayne was not molested as he slept in Daniel Leland’s bed. In fact the old man did not sleep there at all. Probably too busy planning his revenge, Rayne though now, with the added benefit of hindsight. The elderly pornographer had not lied about wanting to get on with his pet project. Which is why the denizens of both boats were up and about especially early on this bright, sunny, mid-June morning.

There was a sense of purpose to everyone today; even laughing and chatting casually over croissants and coffee. It was Terry Goodwill, not Leland himself, who came to wake Rayne. The big man was gruff and almost deliberately distant with him, which put Rayne on his guard at once.

“You slept well,” Terry said, as he struggled to sit, knuckling the grit from his eyes. It was less of a question, more a request for affirmation.

Rayne nodded warily. There had been nightmares; that much he recalled. When he slept alone he often suffered from them, but he sensed that Terry did not want to hear about that. Nor did he want to tell, in truth.

“Good.” The tall, brawny, ex-pat Londoner looked him up and down. “Need you feelin’ chipper today. You’ve got a lot of work to do.”

“Yeah?” he responded, inarticulately because the reminder made him feel sick. It was the reason he was still here, he knew. Leland had a film to make and the old man did not care how anyone else felt about that, so long as shooting ran to schedule and the bills got paid. The ‘stars’ of these movies were not booked for their brains or their emotional interpretation skills; he was wise enough to know that much. He was here because he was pretty and men liked to fuck him, and even more so – men liked to watch him getting fucked.

“You seen the Treatment?” Terry asked, and he shook his head.

There would be no script. There never was but generally the production team put together a ‘treatment’, a brief guide to the programme of events, if you like. When he worked on ‘Going All The Way’ he had not bothered to read it. Baz gave him instructions; basically ‘look cute and do as you’re told’. Leland gave him technical directions from off camera, which were later edited off the soundtrack, and Rayne got naked and made out on a bare bed with two extremely bare strangers. The results, he had been assured, were astonishingly good. It was probably the only reason he was still on the payroll for this movie.

Rayne privately wished he had been a bit less eager to please back then.

“I’ll get you a draft and you can check it out before breakfast; then shower, teeth cleaned, full douche, okay? We’re outta here at ten sharp.”

Rayne looked enquiringly at him.

“We’re not filming here?” he asked blankly.

“Does this place look like a fuckin’ film set?” Terry chuckled, genuinely amused for the first time this morning. “You lemon! No, we’ll nip up to Beziers this morning, film the school sequence at a mate’s place, then come back to port and shoot on Paddy’s boat PM. Give you a break between so’s you can get some stretching time!”

He leered at the younger man and this time Rayne could not help it. He blushed like a child, unable to stop himself. The knowing look on Terry’s face was too much. Clearly he was wondering just who would help him to stretch, and even Rayne knew that they were not talking about sit-ups! Last time it had been Baz who took him on one side and gave him a quick, reassuring pep-talk like some over-enthusiastic PE coach, before rubbering up and fucking him quick and hard in the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later Rayne had been out there, on the bed with the cameras rolling, hyped up on speed.

He wished he had some speed now. Even more, he wished that Ant was still talking to him. Just having someone to hold him would have helped.

Ant was still asleep when Rayne rose and took his first shower of the day. Through the half open door he could see from the corridor into the bedroom they had shared. In the dim, warm half-light he made out the comfortable curve of the older man’s shoulder and bare chest rising from the rumpled sheets, arms twined around the shorter, leaner frame of Thierry’s naked body. The French lad’s face was buried in the crook of his right arm and his blond hair splashed over the pillow like a bright star. Rayne froze there, staring at this scene with a sudden irrational surge of jealousy that all too quickly turned to anger and frustration.

Was ‘that’ how much Ant thought illegal bahis of him? It certainly had not taken the other man long to find himself a replacement bedmate!

Feeling irritable and betrayed, he pulled himself away and forced his body under the shower, turning up the heat until the water was almost blisteringly hot. He felt dirty and worthless just for being here. The searing spray drilled into his flesh like a thousand superheated pins and he concentrated on the sensation. It was almost unbearable but the pain was just enough to cut through his confusion and give him focus. When he stepped out of the shower room he was calm and quiet inside.

In the Day Room people were already up and about. Arturo had arrived with the Twins and a number of other boys, who looked both scared and excited by this new situation. They whispered among themselves like children whenever someone walked into the room. When Rayne came in one of the Twins murmured something under his breath. There were a few nervous giggles but most of the lads stared at Rayne Wilde with a mixture of awe and disgust.

He turned his back on them at once, finding a plate and piling it with small, warm brioches, although he had no appetite for food at all. There was grapefruit juice in a tall jug and he poured two glasses of the stuff down his throat, followed by a tumbler full of iced water, before helping himself to coffee. Thus fortified he went up to sit on the roof deck where it was still mercifully quiet.

Aldo had beaten him to it. The Italian was tucking into a hearty breakfast of grilled mushrooms and tomatoes and two huge poached eggs on a slice of granary toast. He cheerfully waved Rayne over and the boy sank down beside him, nibbling on a brioche and trying not to look at the contents of Aldo’s plate. His companion clucked at him disapprovingly.

“You will never be strong, eating crumbs like a sparrow!” he teased. “This is good. Lots of energy but little fat. We need this today, si?”

“I dunno how you can!” Rayne told him, burying his nose in the coffee cup, which was more of a small bowl with a handle. “I just feel sick, Aldo.”

At once the other lad was concerned. He put a hand on Rayne’s arm, peering intently at him.

“You will be okay, no?”

“Yeah… I guess,” Rayne answered him non-committally, staring down into his cup. “I just… I don’t feel very hungry.”

He put down the cup and the plate, leaning forward with his arms folded on the guard-rail and his chin on the backs of his hands. It was a stunningly beautiful morning, already hot and bright although it was not much after nine am. Light glittered off the water and the streamlined hulls of the yachts and cruisers bobbing idly at their moorings. People strolled along the quayside; happy holidaymakers, blissfully ignorant of what was going on here, right under their noses. Rayne envied them. He wished that he could feel so anonymous and unconcerned. From his early teens he had been conscious of how people looked at him and whispered about him. After Brian was sent down for molestation it got progressively worse. The trial had been fairly confidential and Rayne was not named in the newspapers but Dymchurch was a small place and gossip travelled like wildfire. He shut it out because it was all that he ‘could’ do in the end. He had become very proficient at not letting others see how much he cared.

The downside to that, he supposed now, was that they all believed that he did not. Rayne clenched his teeth and looked down at his hands and wrists miserably. The scars were not so prominent now but still they stood out, slightly paler than the rest of his tanned skin. To his surprise, Aldo wriggled a little bit closer and the hand on his forearm slid up and across to his far shoulder.

“Please eat a little. Just for me,” the Italian whispered huskily. “I will take care of you, I promise. You do not have to be afraid. I will be there.”

“I’m not scared,” Rayne said stubbornly. “I… I… just… I don’t like this part. I don’t like the hanging around… people staring at me… knowing…”

Aldo nodded his head sympathetically. His arm tightened around Rayne’s slim shoulders and he murmured; “It is hard, I know. When I was first beginning in these films, I was always the bottom, si? You understand? Because I was very young and all the guys knew what I was there for. It makes you feel very… vulnerable, no?”

Rayne risked a look at him. He did not believe that Aldo would tease him about something like this but he looked anyway. The dark eyes that met his own were serious and concerned and he felt even worse knowing that Aldo seemed genuinely worried about him.

“Yeah,” he breathed quietly, at last.

“Don’t worry,” Aldo told him levelly. “These guys are good. They are not going to hurt you.”

Rayne swallowed feeling his mouth go suddenly dry. He looked away again, watching the boats and the people enjoying their pleasant, uncomplicated, ordinary lives.

“Who are the kids illegal bahis siteleri that came with Arturo this morning?” he asked at last, focussing on the facts. If he could look at this situation practically maybe that would help.

“You have not read the Treatment?” Aldo sounded a little surprised and Rayne’s eyes flickered up to find his face at once.

“No… Terry was gonna get me a copy. Have ‘you’ read it?”

Aldo half-smiled; “Of course!”

Something in the way he said that tightened all the muscles in Rayne’s chest and stomach. He wanted to be sick but he just took another sip from his cooling coffee, never taking his eyes off Aldo.

“Has ‘everyone else’ read it?”

Aldo’s expression sobered.

“I guess so,” he said cautiously.

Rayne finally averted his gaze. His thoughts were in turmoil but uppermost among them was a desire to kill Daniel Leland. The old goon had done this on purpose! He just wanted to see his nemesis fall flat on his arse, preferably in front of P J McNamara.

“You can read mine,” his friend volunteered stoically.

“I will,” Rayne said, with a scowl of defiance.

He was still reading as Terry shepherded them both down from the roof to make their ablutions. Aldo still watched him warily as he chewed on his lips, pale eyes growing darker and more appalled with every page. He knew that this was a particularly detailed Treatment. Some ran to no more than a single sheet of paper. Leland’s was twelve whole pages, annotated with speculative camera directions. Rayne Wilde was no prude but by the time Terence Goodwill called them down his face was scarlet.

“You know what to do, eh?” the big Londoner grinned at him as he returned to the Day Room with his breakfast untouched, an utterly unreadable expression on his face.

Rayne just looked at him. If looks had power, Terry would have been a dead man right then and there. As it was, he just flashed that too-knowing grin and walked away while Rayne fumed impotently behind him.

ANT:

For most of the evening, once Dan had steered Rayne away into his bedroom, Ant had simply felt sick. He did not know whether to be angry, or hurt or just downright dismayed by the scene that had erupted between himself and the boy he had hauled out of the snow. A part of his mind was telling him that Daniel had been right. Rayne would never be grateful to him. The little bitch had no idea ‘how’ to say thank you. His cock, and some overriding impulse to hurt people and drive them away, governed him. He had tried his hardest to penetrate the tough veneer that shrugged off any show of concern but Rayne was having none of it. Ant had hoped at the very least that beating the crap out of Christophe would win him brownie points but apparently it was not to be so. Rayne was impervious to any offer of help. He just took it for granted as if it was some God-given right.

Ant closed his eyes and tried to shut out the memories of his beautiful, defensive, angry young face. He could not bring himself to speak to anyone just yet so he had gone up onto the roof deck and was lying under the stars with a glass in his hand, wishing that tonight had gone differently. If only he had been a bit less hasty, Rayne might be here with him, curled against his side, maybe stroking or sucking him as he ran his hands through the boy’s silky hair. Ant might have gently seduced him until they were both making love fiercely beneath the bright heavens, instead of which he was here alone, seething to himself.

He silently cursed Paddy McNamara to a fiery hell. Everything had been fine until the Irish National Stud stuck his great big oar in. Rayne had been… if not happy, then at least satisfied with his lot. Ant never had the impression that Rayne Wilde was happy but he had at least seemed to be settling down before McNamara and his crew arrived. And that had been the catalyst.

He knew that Rayne was utterly unimpressed by fame, Daniel and the whole movie business rolled off his back like water in the shower, but maybe it was something about the allure of men with big cocks. Ant gritted his teeth at the idea of it. Finding Rayne curled up with McNamara on the sofa the other morning had almost been the final straw. Until then he had been able to kid himself that the boy was easily seduced; after all, they had got him very drunk the night before. It was easy enough to fall into the nearest bed… but to want to stay there the morning after. McNamara must have been some stud between the sheets because he had never known Rayne to be as animated as he was on that morning when the letter with his results arrived.

And since then he had endured the nightmare of not knowing whether his young mate had fled completely, or been abducted. In a way it had been almost a relief to know that Christophe might have taken him. At least it meant that he could do something. And punching the French pervert’s lights out had been immensely satisfying.

More so had been the chance to hold canlı bahis siteleri Rayne in his arms and just make a complete fuss of the boy. He had been through a nightmare. Though he made no complaint, Ant sensed that Rayne was mortified by the experience and also in considerable pain. Later, with his nerves and impulses numbed by the drugs he was so soft and compliant that Ant could not help but want to make love to him. Somehow he had managed to hold off. It was agony, lying beside his lover and rubbing against his sleek body but unable to spread and enter him. He had never wanted a fuck so badly in his life.

The half-sentient awareness of Rayne’s little chat with McNamara was the thing that completely tipped him over the edge. He could almost taste Rayne’s need for the Irishman. When the boy began to beg for sex it was all that he could do not to jump up and rip P J’s throat out. So it was that he could not quite believe the man’s immense restraint in getting up and walking away. Had he been placed in the same position he did not know how the hell he would have kept from ripping Rayne apart with his cock. In fact he wanted to get inside his lover so much that his passions were still running high once the boy discovered that he was awake and cognisant of the facts.

That had been his last mistake. Ant had been embarrassed but curiously he sensed that Rayne was too. The scene with Paddy had not gone the way his young mate expected. And then he had been forced to explain himself.

Ant let his head fall into his hands and groaned, utterly dismayed. How the hell had he let the situation get away from him so badly? When he realised that Ant was awake, Rayne had been horny enough to let him do anything. If he had just pulled the boy into his arms, said nothing, fucked him stupid… Ant sighed wearily, disgusted with himself. Since leaving London he had managed to contain Rayne’s aggression but tonight it had exploded and completely overwhelmed him. He had underestimated just how far Rayne would go to avoid confronting the truth. And now he could not even talk to the boy. He could not even say how sorry he was.

“Antoine?”

The quiet voice started him out of his agonised reflection and he peeled his hands from his eyes and looked up, blinking owlishly into Thierry’s huge, blue eyes. The slender French youth was sitting beside him. He must have come up here so quietly that Ant did not even hear his bare feet on the polished deck. Now Thierry stared down at him almost helplessly and he found himself reaching up, touching a reassuring hand to the lad’s bruised face.

“It’s okay… I’m okay… I just… I wanted a moment.”

“You want to be alone?” Thierry exhaled, almost fearfully. Ant sensed him drawing back as if he felt that he was not wanted. He curled his hand around the nape of Thierry’s neck and pulled him very gently back down until he was lying across Ant’s chest.

“No… I don’t think anyone really wants that,” he murmured reassuringly, wrapping his arms around the bewildered lad.

“It is not just you. He is angry at everyone,” Thierry whispered huskily into his ear as they sprawled beneath the stars together. “I cannot understand him, Antoine.”

“Then that makes two of us, Thierry,” he answered disconsolately.

He had no memory of staggering back down the stairs to his room but he knew that Thierry had come with him of his own accord. They had tumbled onto the bed together, the worse for wine and emotion. Thierry’s soft mouth sought out his own and they kissed long and hard, like it was something they had discovered and no one had kissed before. Ant was astonished by how proficient Thierry was; he seemed little more than a child but he kissed with a hunger that matched Ant’s own.

They wound about one another in a serpentine embrace that seemed to have no beginning and no end. Thierry’s hands moved constantly over his body, discovering his erogenous zones with a careful skill that Ant was envious of. In response he caressed the lad tenderly, stroking urgent fingers through his blond curls, coaxing Thierry’s mouth down towards his cock as they writhed together on the bed. To his amazement the blond did not fight him; he was quietly compliant with all of Ant’s desires and deliciously good at satisfying most of them too.

At some point during the night he was conscious of pulling the little blond closer to his own body, feeling Thierry straddle him willingly, rising up above his crotch and reaching back to guide Ant’s pulsing member between his creamy cheeks. His sweet hole was hot and welcoming, not as tight as Rayne’s but still pleasing nonetheless. Ant groaned long and loud as he drove his cock into the lad, feeling Thierry’s slender legs coil around his hips as he urged his groin upward to push himself deeper, his arse rising up off the mattress, back arching as he pressed his aching tool into that delicious heat. Thierry leaned over him, gasping and crying out quietly and Ant’s hands stroked his pretty face, then slid down his back to his pert bottom just as the boy’s arms snaked hungrily around his shoulders. They met at all points from the lips down and Thierry rode him almost savagely as he bucked upward to meet his new lover’s lean, smooth, undulating body.

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It hurt so much. Shae lay against the headboard of her bed and tried to handle the pain. It was hard to breath. Her nose felt wrong and was all plugged up with blood. Her arm ached when she had fallen and landed on it. It had only finished healing from the break a couple of months ago. And her whole head rang from the successive slaps to her face. But most of all it was her belly.

Barely able to move and with the fogginess that comes from a concussion, Shae held her hands against her belly where her husband kicked her. Five weeks pregnant, the painful spasms in her womb and the blood slowly staining the bed clothes between her legs told her that she wasn’t any more. She was too numb to even feel sorrow for that loss. That would come later. Right now Shae felt a merciful unconsciousness begin to take her.

A sound make her head jerk up. It took her a few moments to recognize it. Then Shae realized it was sirens. It reminded her that the phone was still off the hook making a busy signal since it fell over after calling 911. Shae looked down alongside her. The shotgun was lying there, cold barrel against her leg. The room still had the faint smell from when she pulled the trigger. Breathing in, Shae looked over by the broken door hanging from one hinge. Bob was there on the ground, chest a deep red from where the shotgun blast hit him. The baseball bat he was carrying when he finally kicked down the door was still clenched in his fist. Even with the confusion from the concussion, she remembered what happened. She would never be able to wipe this day from her memory. But for now the noise of the siren as the police car pulled up outside couldn’t keep the blackness away.

********

Seven years before

Summer vacation was just around the corner. Shae was excited because her parents had a big trip planned to Europe as soon as school was out. For a change the June weather was nice and it made it all the harder to be inside waiting out the last few days of school. Shae was a slender 15 year old who was just starting to grow into her body. She had an almost elven face with almond shaped sky blue eyes and blonde hair that was the envy of all her friends. It was just curly enough to have wonderful body and shape without being difficult to manage. The attention her looks brought was still something that tended to embarrass her. She didn’t really know what to do with it and she didn’t feel quite ready for dating. But still she thought it was nicer to be noticed than feel invisible.

Every head turned as the door opened. Seeing the principal coming in was a surprise to all and the very serious look on his face made everyone nervous as they remembered every little rule violation they may have ever committed. He quickly walked to over to Mr. Bradford, the English teacher, and spoke to him in a very low voice. Involuntarily Mr. Bradford’s head swiveled and he looked at Shae as the principal continued to talk. Then he nodded and turned to the class.

“Shae, Mr. Wilson needs to see you now. Would you please go with him?” As he spoke, Mr. Bradford’s voice was unexpectedly hoarse compared with how he had been talking moments ago. “Take all your things, please Shae,” he added.

As the principal followed Shae out the door, he turned his head back to look at Mr. Bradford.

“I know. I will talk to them,” Mr. Bradford nodded at him.

Mr. Wilson put off all of Shae’s questions, saying that he would explain once they were in his office. Shae couldn’t imagine what was wrong. The infractions that came to her mind were mostly imaginary and wouldn’t have merited any real notice, but naturally she grew more nervous. It wasn’t until she walked into the principal’s office and saw her school counselor there as well as her mother’s best friend that she became scared.

“Ms. Martha? What are you doing here? What’s going …” Shae trailed off when she saw the tears rolling down Martha’s face. “Oh my God, what’s wrong?”

Moving across the room, Martha took Shae in her arms. She had known Shae since she was born. Her own son was the same age and going through pregnancy together had forged a tight bond between the two mothers. Shae felt almost like her own daughter.

After hugging her Martha said softly, “Shae sweetie, let’s sit down. There was a couch and the two of them sat together. Mrs. Xu pulled a chair close while Mr. Wilson leaned against his desk.

“Sweetie, there isn’t a good way to tell you this.” Martha started, trying to push keep down the sobs that threated to burst out. “Your Mom and Dad, they were out doing some errands this morning and there was an accident. A truck ran a red light and hit the car.” She paused for a second and took in a ragged breath. “Shae, I’m sorry but canlı bahis they were both killed instantly.”

“No, that’s not possible. No, how could …” Shae just looked confused. She couldn’t grasp that this morning her Dad was teasing her and now he was gone? She hadn’t even eaten the lunch her Mom made. The thermos full of tomato soup would still be hot from when she heated it up. But as Martha broke down into sobbing, Shae knew it had to be true. And feeling Martha’s body shaking with the grief, Shae began to cry herself. The two other adults in the room just looked on in helplessness.

The next few weeks were a blur to her. Shae stayed with Martha’s family while her aunt flew across the country from North Carolina to make all the arrangements. Her father’s sister, she was the only sibling of either parent. In fact, she was one of the few relatives that Shae had. Her mother’s parents had both passed away a few years ago. Her father had moved away from North Carolina when he became the first one in the family to go to college and never went back. He had lived on the West Coast ever since. Shae’s aunt and grandparents still lived in the same rural town in North Carolina, content with the slower pace there.

There was a brief argument about what to do about Shae. Before they read the will, Martha expected that there be instructions that she was to raise her if anything happened. That was certainly what she had talked about with Shae’s parents and how her own will read. But apparently they had forgotten to actually make the change to their own will. Martha tried convincing Aunt Billie to still let Shae stay where she was familiar. But Billie was firm. Family belonged with family. Her brother had been 8 years older and played a significant role in raising her. It was her obligation to take care of her big brother’s child and there was no room for debate. Martha and her husband considered for a moment taking it to court, but in the end decided that wouldn’t be best for Shae. It was bad enough dealing with the loss of her parents. A fight over custody wouldn’t do anyone good.

Before leaving, Martha talked with Billie about coming back for part of the summers to stay with them. She didn’t want to lose her connection with the one thing left of her best friend. Plus as she said to Billie, “With all of the heartache Shae has experienced, and probably will continue to feel, staying in touch with all her friends her would be very good for her. Martha felt like Billie agreed with her when she promised to try and make it work. Martha had no idea at that time she wouldn’t see Shae again until Martha flew out for Shae’s wedding five years later

The depression that Shae felt grew as she felt the airplane take off to start their trip to her new home. It reminded her of how she was supposed to have already flown to Europe with her parents. Glancing over at her aunt, she thought about how the three weeks that it had taken to get ready to move was about twice as much time as she had ever spent with her aunt during the rest of her life. It wasn’t just that they were on different sides of the country. Her aunt was as different from her father as she could imagine.

Shae knew that her father wasn’t always happy but he was a generally cheerful person who looked on the bright side of life. She could always count on him to cheer her up after a particularly tough day. He teased her without mercy, but always in a loving way and never mean. Over the last few months, she had started to open up to him about some of the things confusing her about growing up. She loved her mother dearly too but there were times when she was too direct. As a biomedical researcher, her mother hadn’t always seen the emotional side to things. Shae sighed as she thought about how her father always “got” her.

It had particularly been clear that he understood her when she started to talk to him about her feelings about boys. Before all this happened, Shae always thought that maybe it wouldn’t have been so easy if she wanted to talk about liking boys. Maybe her father would have struggled more if she wanted his advice on how to get the attention of a particular boy. Instead she wanted his help in understanding why it was other girls that seemed to attract her attention. And she was so clearly confused; her father didn’t really have to worry about her acting on her attraction. It allowed him to listen more than would otherwise have been the case. And then when he did offer advice it was helpful in untangling the confusing mess.

Above all, he was unfailingly supportive. “Sweetie, I know you are still figuring things out. But if you decide you’re gay, it doesn’t change who you are and that your mother and I will love you,” he told her at the end of their last talk.

Taking another peek at her Aunt, Shae already knew that couldn’t be said about her aunt. It was clear that there was a right way and a wrong way with most things in her Aunt’s mind. Shae tried to be charitable and accept her aunt with the same type of bahis siteleri acceptance as her father. Aunt Billie had found a fundamentalist Christian church that was close enough to the brand she attended at home and made it clear that Shae would attend. Her parents had never made religion a significant part of her life but Shae had nothing left in her with which to resist. She hoped that maybe it would help her find a little bit of peace and reassurance. Instead she found it full of anger and fear of people who were different. After three weeks of that, Shae knew that she could never talk with her aunt about her feelings. She felt tears well up again as she thought again about how much there was to miss about her parents. She never even got a chance to talk to her mom about it.

Billie was by no means unkind. She heard sniffles and looked over to see tears running down Shae’s cheeks. She put her arm around Shae and hugged her. “I know you miss them, Shae. I don’t know how much I will be able to help but I will do everything I can to help. You will be a daughter to me, just like my two little boys. And with God’s help, you will find happiness.” She stroked Shae’s head to try and comfort her. As Shae continue to silently weep, Billie leaned her head over and rested it against Shae’s. “It’s okay, darlin’. Nothing wrong with crying.”

It took a while but at last Shae got her weeping under control. It felt comforting to have her aunt hold her like that. It wasn’t the same as her mother, or even Martha, but she still felt the support and love that Billie was offering her. With the loss of everything else, she needed it. She reached her own arm around Billie and hugged her back.

“Thank, Aunt Billie. Sometimes it gets harder, you know?” Shae whispered.

“I understand. And that’s what I’m here for and why I wanted you to come home with me. I hope that you will find comfort in a place with a slower pace; where you can get to know people.” Billie smiled as she spoke. She had never lived anywhere else and she couldn’t imagine anything else. It seemed like paradise for her. Nor could she imagine why a small, backwater town in the rural south wouldn’t seem that way to anyone else.

Being reminded of where they were going brought back the worries that Shae had been trying to suppress. Without conscious thought, she slowly withdrew from Billie. She lifted the window shade to look out. They were passing over the Rockies. Looking down on the jagged peaks, Shae thought about how different it was going to be. She had spent her whole life on the southern edges of San Francisco where it was more suburban than urban. Still given all the high tech in the area, it was extremely ethnically diverse. Her school had students from 18 different countries and there were just barely a majority of kids who were white. Nor had that been much of a problem.

And while Shae was still figuring out her identity, she knew a number of people who were out. It wasn’t always easy for them, but it seemed to Shae that there was a support system there for them. Shae remembered being worried still. Even her accepting father suggested that while she was still unsure that she be a little careful who she talked to about it. “Shae, things are better for gay people now. While a majority of people support gay equality, there are still a lot who don’t. And kids can be cruel,” he had said. It just echoed what her own mind said. Always a bit shy, she liked anonymity. She had a circle of friends and was liked by almost everyone, but she was never someone to standout. Her growing beauty had started to change that. It wasn’t bad to be noticed, but not always. And to be different in her sexual orientation, that would just increase the attention. Shae thought that back home if she really decided she was lesbian, she wouldn’t have a problem coming out. But until she knew, she would rather blend in with everyone else. Shae even kept it a secret from her best friend. She just wasn’t sure how it would affect their friendship.

Luckily there were a couple of friends with whom she could share her thoughts. Both of them were gay and were friends since kindergarten. They weren’t as close as they used to be but still when she needed someone, both of them were there for her. Shae found it harder to say goodbye to them than anyone else. They were the only confidants she had left and she feared that she wouldn’t find anyone like them in her new home.

A few more tears escaped out of her eyes as Shae felt a wave of self-pity wash over her. She tried not to sniffle. Somehow she didn’t want her aunt to know that she was crying again. It was okay when it was about her parents. She welcomed Billie’s sympathy then. But she knew what Billie thought about homosexuality. It was clear at the church service. Billie cried out in affirmation every time the pastor talked about the corruption of society reflected in its acceptance of gays. Shae felt like it would be hypocritical of her to find comfort from Billie when that was what was bothering her.

Of bahis şirketleri course kids are more accepting everywhere, Shae thought. Even in a rural town in the South, surely she would find someone that could be close enough to talk about it. She clung to that thought and it helped her feel better.

When they first got on the flight, Billie had talked to one of the main cabin flight attendants. She wanted at least one other person to know about Shae’s loss just in case. If she was in the restroom and Shae was distressed, Billie felt like it was important that someone who understood could step in. Cheryl was an attractive woman in her mid to late thirties with a friendly face. She made sure to pay extra attention to Shae, stopping by often to see how she was doing.

The attention flustered Shae a little. Her aunt couldn’t have known but Shae found Cheryl quite intriguing. Her uniform was one of those dresses that showed a little more cleavage and was just above her knees. Part of what started Shae thinking about her orientation had been her habit of getting a crush on her cute teachers. Cheryl fit that same mold of an attractive older woman with a lot of self-confidence that drew Shae’s attention. When Cheryl stopped and leaned over to talk with her, Shae found it hard to not look down her dress.

Shae was looking out the window while her aunt read her bible when Cheryl stopped by and asked Shae if she would like to be shown around the galley. “I know it’s kind of lame but still it will help fill the time before we get to Atlanta.”

“Is it okay, Aunt Billie?” she asked.

“Of course, but don’t be any bother to Cheryl,” Billie replied.

As slender as Shae was, she just slipped past her aunt and followed Cheryl to the back of the plane. She admired the view of Cheryl from behind. Once back there, Cheryl started to explain how things were organized and what the various doors contained. Shae tried not to get too distracted by Cheryl and to pay attention. She was doing a relatively good job so that it caught Shae by surprise when Cheryl asked her a question.

“Is this your first time flying,” Cheryl innocently asked.

It wasn’t but thinking back to flying with her parents again reminded her of the trip to Europe and the gaping hole left by the loss of her parents. Shaking her head, Shae’s eyes filled with tears. She tried to explain.

“I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m supposed to be in Europe with my parents. I’m supposed to …. ¨ Shae broke down and just cried.

“Oh sweetie!” Cheryl knew that she really shouldn’t hug a passenger but a crying girl who just lost her parents seemed like a valid exception to the rule. She put her arms around Shae and gently squeezed her. After a few moments, she lightly patted Shae’s back.

At first, Shae only felt the overwhelming sadness. Then she became aware that she was being held by the beautiful woman whom she had been admiring. Still sniffling, she reached her own arms around Cheryl and hugged her back. As she felt their bodies touch, Shae realized that her nipples were hardening. She blushed but didn’t let go. It felt too good.

It didn’t escape Cheryl’s notice. The life of a flight attendant wasn’t everything people thought, but she had her own wild moments with both men and women. She was married now and those days were behind her. But she could still tell the signs. Even in her wild days, she would never take advantage of someone Shae’s age let alone a grief stricken one. Without acknowledging anything she loosened her arms and stepped back. She felt Shae’s own embrace somewhat reluctantly end too.

Ignoring Shae’s hard nipples jutting from under her t-shirt, Cheryl just asked, “Are you feeling better, sweetie?”

Shae nodded, not trusting her voice at that particular moment.

Cheryl reached out and touched Shae on the shoulder, hand squeezing it for a moment. She nodded with understanding but then let go and turned away to start getting things together for the next run of refreshments. It gave Shae a little break to get herself back together. Once she felt a little calmer, Shae started helping Cheryl, following her directions to refill the cart. By avoiding looking Cheryl in the eyes, Shae found that she could avoid thinking about the effect Cheryl’s hug had on her.

As Cheryl and another flight attendant maneuvered the cart to start down the aisle, Cheryl looked over at Shae. The sympathy in her eyes let Shae know that she understood. “Thanks sweetie for your help. Enjoy the rest of the flight. I probably will be busy the rest of the flight.” There was something of finality in her voice that doused any fantasies that Shae might be entertaining.

“Thanks for showing me around. I enjoyed it,” Shae said as she slipped past Cheryl to head back to her seat before they blocked the aisle. After sitting down, Billie wanted to know what they had been doing and what she had seen. Shae felt embarrassed both about crying and her reaction to Cheryl. She thought to herself that she certainly couldn’t tell her aunt about that so she just limited herself to a few vague generalities. After that Shae lapsed into a somewhat brooding silence. Not really knowing what to say, Billie just left her alone.

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I paused nervously at the top of the stairs leading down into the club. The air was smoky and the room dimly lit. The heavy bass of the speakers seemed to clutch at the pit of my belly. Slowly I moved down the staircase, descending into a maelstrom of sound and smoke. Every step made me more nervous as I went further down. I silently cursed my sister’s boyfriend, Max. This had been his idea of a dare for my twenty-first birthday. I never knew how, but he always seemed able to goad me into rising to his challenges. This time he had challenged me to do something completely wild and out of character. I had claimed to be open-minded and ready for anything he might suggest. Then he had thought up this. He had challenged me to go to a club of his choice and allow a regular of the club to pick me up. I had agreed, thinking he would send me to one of the local clubs where older women went in search of younger guys.

Max had named this club, one I had never even heard of. I had imagined some drunken ageing slut, raddled and reeking of drink, and almost thought to back out from the challenge,. The thought of Max mocking me spurred me on and I ducked into the gloom and swirling smoke. I made my way over to the bar and ordered a very large scotch. I gulped the first mouthful and felt my eyes water as it burned into my belly, then looked around.

Something did not gel quite rightly in my mind and I looked more closely at the couples in the booths lining the small dance floor. Slowly, despite the dim light, I realised that the couples were all either guy-guy or girl-girl. Almost all of them were touching, holding hands, and some were openly French kissing. I almost fell from the barstool as I realised that Max had sent me into a gay club. I swallowed the rest of the scotch in a single gulp and weighed my options. Did I really think it would be worth Max’s scorn by getting up and fleeing right now?

I had not noticed the bartender jerk his head at the guy on his own, at a corner table so, when a tall distinguished older guy slid onto the tool next to mine, I could not help jumping a little in surprise. He lifted a finger in signal to the barman and then turned towards me.

“I hope you don’t mind, but you looked as though you could use another drink,” he said in a deep, velvety, voice, “by the way, my name is Alex and my friend behind the bar is Robert.”

Robert placed another large Scotch on the marble top of the bar and Alex handed over a couple of notes, waving away the loose coins that Robert brought back as his change.

“Hello, Robert, Alex. My friends call me James,” I replied, “and, yes, I could do with a drink, thank you.”

Alex smiled and leaned a little closer. “You’re a new face in here and I should know, I’ve been coming here for a number of years now. Ask Robert there.”

Robert smiled as he leaned over the bar; güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri “Alex has been coming here for nearly ten years, ever since his thirtieth birthday. He doesn’t always stay long, but he usually has a drink at the bar three or four nights a week.”

“Oh and how do you decide how long to stay, Alex?” I asked.

“That depends on the company. If there’s no one interesting I stay for a while and go home. If the company is, conducive, shall we say, I may not stay very long at all.” Alex replied.

I could feel his eyes seeming to read the thoughts at the back of my mind. Max had not stipulated that I should go with anyone in particular but I soon realised that the chance of catching a woman’s interest were slim to non-existent. Besides, Alex was quite intriguing.

“And tonight?” I asked.

Alex leaned forward and touched his fingertips to the ends of my fingers. I almost jerked my hand away at the spark of contact but he just stroked his fingertip over my fingertip. The sensation was electric and sent a jolt through me that seemed to settle behind the tight sac of my scrotum. Alex looked into my eyes again and curled his long, elegant fingers, over the top of my hand. He leaned even closer and I could just detect the clean sharp smell of his cologne.

“That’s up to you,” he breathed.

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. This would be my last chance to back down. Max would, of course, drip venomous scorn on my head. I took a deep breath and Alex stroked the tip of his finger across the back of my hand. I still have no Idea how he did it, but he made more sparks flash through my body. I took a deep breath and tried to calm the thunder of my heart.

“Do you have a car? I knew I would be drinking, so I came by cab.” I answered him. Alex lifted a finger in Robert’s direction and he picked up the phone on the bar, dialled and spoke a few words into the handset. Alex and I finished our drinks and then Alex led me back up the stairs, out of the club. A taxi was waiting and Alex courteously ushered me into the seat.

The taxi turned about in the road and drove off through the streets, before pulling into the kerb outside a block of expensive apartments. Alex got out, paid the driver and then led me to the entrance. He unlocked the lobby door and led the way to an elevator that whisked us, as quietly as whispers, to the very top floor. Up here the passages were carpeted and our feet made virtually no sound as we walked.

Alex unlocked the very end door and ushered me into a huge corner apartment. The lounge was bare wood and dark leather with a view over the city from one wall and a huge wide-screen TV dominating the opposite side.

Alex took me in his arms and brushed his lips over mine. Closing my eyes I found my lips parting, allowing his tongue to slip inside and güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri explore my mouth. Neither of us had brought coats or jackets and I could feel his heart beating through his thin polo-necked jumper. I could feel his fingers plucking at the buttons of my shirt and pushing the material aside, so that he could run his fingers over my smooth chest. I gasped as he gently squeezed my nipple and he greedily swallowed the exclamation in another deep kiss.

I could feel the soft cotton of my shirt sliding out of the waistband of my trousers and abandoned myself to the moment as he caressed my erect nipple with his fingertips. I slid my hands under the fine material of his shirt and felt the springy hair covering his chest and allowed my fingertips to skate over the hard buds of his nipples. He stepped back and shrugged out of the sweater, then took my hand and led me through the doorway into his bedroom. One wall was, by day, a huge window and, by night, became a smoky mirror.

I watched our reflections as Alex unfastened my belt and then the fly of my pants, letting them fall to the floor in a heap around my ankles. His long, slender, fingers danced over the bulge that was growing, despite my misgivings, in the front of my cotton briefs. He slid his hand inside and then eased the tight waistband down over my hardening cock. His fingers were cool and soothing against the heat of my raging hard-on and he slowly kissed his way down my belly until he was able to slip the bulb of my cock between his lips.

Alex caressed my cock with his mouth, the tip of his tongue dipping into the slit and lapping the droplets of pre-cum off the velvety head. I groaned in delight as he slowly eased my cock deeper into his mouth, sliding it over his tongue to the back of his mouth and down into his throat. I could feel the warmth of his moist eager mouth bathing my cock as he suckled gently. Then he swallowed, a huge gulp making his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as it contracted in a ripple that triggered spurts of thick glutinous cum down into his throat. He swallowed again and again, each gulp a sensuous caress against the sensitive head of my cock.

Alex opened his lips and slid my slowly softening cock out of his mouth, He stood and enveloped me in his arms, kissing me deeply and sharing the taste of my cum.

“Now it’s your turn, “he breathed into my ear as he unfastened his pants. He wore no briefs and his cock immediately sprang to attention. I knelt in front of him and licked the head, tentatively, as I curled my fingers around the base of his shaft. Short tufts of springy hair formed a cushion at the root of his cock and I could feel each hair against my hand.

Opening my mouth wide, I slipped the head of his cock past my lips and onto my tongue. Alex rested his hands on my head, holding me quite güvenilir bahis şirketleri still and began to thrust slowly and gently with his hips. His cock filled my mouth and I could taste a faint tang of salty citrus that was, I realised afterwards, the taste of his pre-cum. he rocked his hips faster and faster and, without realising I swallowed, letting the bulge of his cockhead into the back of my throat. I trembled at the thought of his cum gushing down my throat and into my belly, though whether it was in anticipation or revulsion I could not tell.

I even felt the telltale twitch of his cock in my mouth, but then he slid out of my greedy lips and helped me to stand. Slowly he turned me to face the bed and pressed me over the hard bolster at the foot. I tried to protest, but Alex just looked at me and smiled another of those gentle smiles that left me helpless.

Reaching down, Alex brought a bottle of sweet smelling lotion into my sight and squeezed a huge dollop onto his fingers. Holding the cheeks of my bottom spread with one hand, he spread the lotion over my tight, untouched, anus. Slowly, drizzling more lotion onto the expanding ring of my ass, he worked his fingertip inside me. At first it burned a little, most uncomfortably in fact, but then the sharp edge of the pain seemed blunted and all could feel was a soothing and pleasing warmth.

Alex was sliding two fingers deeply into my ass, stretching me gradually so that there was almost no pain, just a feeling of being filled and a slow and gentle stretching. Then he took his fingers away and I almost groaned in despair, as my ass felt so empty. I felt the head of his cock, still slick from my mouth, press into the hole he had just eased open with his fingers. I grunted in surprise and a little pain as he pressed firmly between the cheeks of my ass. I could feel him stretching me and forcing the juicy head of his cock deeper into my ass. He paused for a moment and I drew in a huge, shuddering gasp of air.

As I had my lungs full and was bearing back on him a little, Alex rammed hard, forcing the rim of his cockhead through my anus into my rectum, in a single thrust. I screamed and fainted from the pain for a moment and, when my senses returned, I realised that Alex had rammed his cock in right to the very root.

Once he had broken my resistance the cock inside me held no fear, just a feeling of immense fullness. Alex worked his cock in and out, long slow strokes alternating with vicious stabbing jabs. I just abandoned myself to the sensation of being broken in by a man who had every intention of making my first fuck totally memorable.

I was ramming back against his cock and grunting like a pig when he stiffened and his cock started to jerk inside my ass. Then I could feel stinging gouts of thick creamy cum spurting against the tight walls of my ass. The hot liquid felt like slugs in my bowels, while the impact of each gout felt like liquid lead against my tender anus. I could feel his cock soften and shrink, then slip out of my ass with a slurping noise.

We both collapsed onto the bed, Alex deep within his own thoughts as I wondered how to recount this tale to Max.

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This is the story of my first time visiting a bathhouse. I was 19 and very aware that I was Bi. I had sex with a few guys before and loved every second of it. At the time, I was single and still living with my parent’s since I went to college near home. It was a way for me to save money for new equipment for my photography business I wanted to start. It was the day of my 19th birthday when I decided to go and check the place out. It was the middle of the week during the summer. I was nervous going in as I had heard about bathhouses and how freaky they could get. Finally, I made the decision to go.

The building was very plain on the outside. It looked like a simple two-story office building. I walked into the building and was greeted by an older man in his 50’s who welcomed me. He asked if it was my first time, to which I informed him it was. He took my ID and smiled at me.

“Happy Birthday young man. I’m happy to see that you wanted to come spend it with us. There is usually a $10 charge for a locker or $25 charge for a room, but since it is your birthday, I am going to wave your annual membership fee and you get a locker for free.”

This made me smile. It was the first time in a while that I had felt special on my birthday. Usually, it was spent alone because I always seemed to be single on my birthday, and it was the time that my family went on vacation. I had always felt like an afterthought. This year was going to be different.

I thanked the man who then handed me the key to my locker and a fresh towel. I walked through the door and found my locker. There was no one else in the room. I quickly stripped down and put all my clothes into the locker, leaving my shoes on. I wrapped the towel around my body and went off exploring.

I found out that the bathhouse had three levels. The first floor had three hot tubs, three sauna rooms, a large porn viewing room with multiple levels for people to play on, the showers, and the many private rooms. The basement was where their famous maze was located. The top floor housed Gloryhole Row, a massive dark room, a large open room for group play, and plenty of small booths to watch all the action in the open room.

I decided to start my day in the sauna. I had been in a couple of saunas at local gyms and loved the feeling of being in them. I walked in and placed my towel on the bench and laid down as there was canlı bahis şirketleri no one else in the room. I closed my eyes as the steam covered my naked body. The heat and the sweat over my body had me turned on. I reached down and started rubbing my cock. I was in my own little world stroking my cock that I did not hear the door open and close. I was startled when I felt a hand start rubbing my thighs. I opened my eyes and saw a man in his mid-thirties standing over me. He was a little shorter than my 6’2” but in much better shape. I was average with a flat stomach but now muscles that stood out. The two things that did stick out were my 7-inch cock and my bubble ass. This guy had a well defined six pack and a cock comparable to mine.

His hand moved up from my thigh and replaced my hand with his on my cock, slowly stroking me till I got harder. He moved over just enough to put his cock close enough for me to take into my waiting mouth. I grabbed the base of his shaft and ran my tongue up and down the shaft and all over the head. He would moan every time I flicked the tip with my tongue. I then slowly took him into my mouth, savoring the flavor of this cut of man meat. I was a very skilled cock sucker who knew how to get a man off. I was also able to deep throat up to 9 inches. After a few minutes, I engulfed his cock, letting the head slip down my throat. I kept a slow, steady motion, causing him to moan loader. I slipped one hand down to his balls and started caressing them.

“You are a cute cock sucker,” he moaned. “You are going to make me cum.”

I took the compliment and kept bobbing up and down, anticipating his load shooting down my throat. I felt his cock start to throb.

“Oh fuck. I’m cumming!”

The flood gates opened from his cock and rope after rope of his delicious man milk came flowing down my throat, coating the walls as I swallowed his entire load. I kept sucking until he had nothing left for me to get. He pulled his softening penis from my mouth and thanked me as I sat up. He walked out of the sauna leaving me to regain my focus. I shortly followed suit and left the sauna to find my next adventure.

I decided to go and get lost in the maze, excited at what could happen. I made my way down the stairs and made my way into the maze’s entrance. The maze was very dimly lit, allowing almost no light to enter. As soon as I entered, canlı kaçak iddaa I stood for a moment to allow my eyes to adjust to the darkness before I ventured any farther. Once I could gain my bearings, I made my way into the sex maze. As I walked deeper into the maze, I could hear the kinky noises of man on man sex all around me. I came around a corner and found one man bent over a bench as a bear was pounding him relentlessly. I could feel my cock start to get erect again at the thought of me being the man getting fucked.

After a few minutes of searching and running into many people sucking and fucking, I finally ran into a dead end where a man was sitting on a raised bench. He was sitting with his magnificent 9-inch-thick black cock out on full display. He was slowly stroking his meat allowing me to be hypnotized by the hammer between his legs.

“You want some of this,” he asked as I stared at his growing cock.

“Hell yeah,” I replied, my eyes still not moving away from his delicious looking cock.

“You wanna suck it?”

“I want to get fucked by it.”

“Well come lube it up with that mouth and I will give you what you want.”

I quickly fell to my knees and wrapped my hand around his monster. He had big balls that just begged to be sucked. I started to stroke him as I worshipped his low hanging balls with my mouth. He moaned and told me I was a good slut. As I removed my mouth from his balls, he placed a small brown bottle to my nose. I had heard or poppers before and knew what to do, I had just never done them before. I said fuck it and took a huge hit from the bottle. He then moved the bottle to my other nostril and sealed up the first nostril as I took another massive hit. The sensation hit me. I can only describe the feeling as euphoric. As soon as the rush hit my brain, I began to suck that black lollipop as best I could. I had taken a 9-inch cock before, so I forced the entire thing down my throat, letting his balls hit my chin. I then worshipped the beast as if it were an ancient god that required oral sex as it’s offering. As my head moved up and down, my tongue was bathing his entire shaft and the monstrous swollen head. He eventually had me stop and bent me over the bench. He handed me the brown bottle again and had me take a few big hits again. I took two insane hits in each nostril and once again, the euphoric feeling was back. canlı kaçak bahis As I was taking my hits, I could feel him dripping lube all over my asshole. Normally, I would be worried about taking something so big without a warm up cock, but in my preparation for the day, I had used a growing set of anal plugs to get used to the stretching. I felt the head of his cock rest at the entrance of my ass, teasing me. Once he knew that I was well into the rush of the poppers, he slowly slid his cock in.

There was pain at first as he pushed the head past the entrance walls, but once it was in, the pain was replaced with ecstasy. He still kept slowly feeding my ass his cock, pushing it in a little at a time with each thrust. After a while, he finally had gotten all nine inches in my ass. He then started to pick up the pace. I could feel each withdraw and thrust in, causing my cock to become increasingly hard. While I was being fucked by the black anaconda, someone else decided I needed my cock sucked, because there was soon a mouth worshiping my cock while I was getting fucked. My black lover stopped for a moment to take a couple of hits of his poppers and then handed me the bottle. I also took a couple of hits and felt incredible as he started fucking me harder, hitting my prostate with each thrust.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I’m fucking cumming,” I cried out as he kept fucking me. The man on my cock then prepared his mouth for the flood that I was about to unleash. I sent streams of semen into his mouth, causing him to gag slightly. He got out from under me and left as the monster in my ass seemed to be very happy not releasing his venom. The man pulled out and had me sit up on the bench with my legs pulled back. Once I got another hit of the poppers, he popped his beast back into my ass and started a steady pace, withdrawing all the way to the head and then slamming back into me.

After what had seemed like a life time, he smiled at me as I could feel his cock began to pulsate. He pulled out, ripping off the condom and sprayed his insane load all over my cock, stomach, and chest. It felt like he was leaving a gallon’s worth of cum all over me. As he left, I noticed that he had left a full bottle of poppers on the bench. I grabbed the bottle and rushed to him.

“You keep them. That was the best fuck I have had in a while,” he said. “Most bitches can’t handle me. You earned those.”

He continued walking out of the maze. I went back and grabbed my towel. I made my way up to the showers to clean off. I had just gotten started at the bathhouse. I knew what I wanted for my birthday too. I wanted to be a cock slut for the day.

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Late May 2010

“I’ve decided, we’ll do your mom first, then we’ll do mine,” I told Kevin as I leaned over and clicked a key on his computer. A millisecond later the movie we’d been watching, a movie featuring an impossibly well endowed blond being fucked both anally and vaginally by two uniformed policemen, disappeared from the screen and was replaced by a picture of Kevin’s mother.

Both of us had been sitting against the headboard of his bed, with the computer between us, as we stroked our cocks.

“Put the movie back on,” my best friend ordered.

“I want to fuck your mom, not some porn star,” I answered as I sat up and brought my engorged cock towards the screen and the picture of his mom that filled it.

“You’re fucking sick,” he said but his hand hadn’t stopped moving over his virgin, eighteen year old cock. I hit another key and a second picture of his mom appeared. This one was an ‘up her skirt’ shot that I’d managed to surreptitiously snap a couple of weeks earlier.

“Where’d you get that?” he demanded as his eyes slid up his mom’s legs to the triangle of white panty showing at their juncture. I laughed, then blocked his view as I touched the spot he was staring at with the tip of my cock. The drop of precum that had already formed slid onto the screen.

“You asshole, you’ll ruin my computer,” he complained as he watched the cum ooze slowly down the screen.

“Maybe I’ll impregnate it and father a little notebook,” I said, then laughed and shook my cock at him.

“You’re a fucking idiot.” Kevin was still stroking himself. We both froze when a second later we heard a knock on his bedroom door. It had to be his mom.

“Boys… boys?” The call, muffled by the door, came seconds later. Kevin, already out of the bed, was struggling to pull on the pair boxer shorts he’d dropped on the floor just minutes earlier.

“Kevin? William?”

I walked towards the door, my cock in hand. Kevin, shaking his head wildly, was looking at me in horror. “Don’t!” he cried.

“Mrs. White?” I asked through the door.

“I didn’t want to disturb you boys Will, I know you’re studying,” my friend’s mother apologized. “But I was just wondering if you’d like another piece of apple pie and a glass of milk.”

“Yes, please, I’d love a piece of your pie … so would Kev,” I answered. My hand was now flying over my cock.

Kevin, across the room, was still shaking his head in despair. His penis, fully erect, shorter perhaps than mine, but still well above average, was sticking out of the slit in his shorts.

“Okay, I’ll be right back,” Kev’s thirty-four year old mom promised. My cock started to spurt as I listened to her words. Thick strands of sperm arched upwards and out before finally landing on the back of the bedroom door.

“You’re fucking crazy. Christ, she’ll see it, smell it,” he croaked as he pulled his jeans up his legs.

“I’d like to put some of this in her hot and hairy little momma’s pie,” I answered as I trailed a finger through my cum and then held it up in the air.

“Get dressed … clean it up,” he begged as he threw me my boxers.

“She’s going to be our first,” I insisted as we waited for his mom to return with the goodies.

“You’re a fucking pervert,” Kevin answered.

“Somebody has to be our first.”

“Retard. Have you by any chance ever heard the word incest?”

“It won’t be incest when my cock’s inside her,” I said with a leer as I ran my hand suggestively over the front of my pants.

“She’s my mother!”

“That’s why I’m going to let you go first.”

“What!”

“But when we get to my mom I’ll go first.”

“Your mom! You are so fucking sick.”

“Well who do you want to fuck then?” And of course Kevin had no answer to that one. I pressed on. “C’mon Kev, you read the study … you know the first two or three weeks we’re up there are going to make or break us.”

“We have all summer to get ready, to find someone to teach us,” he protested.

“So where do we start then? Who on your list do you think you’ll be able to get to help us?” I challenged.

“Yeah, but what about my dad? And yours?”

We’d both pulled on t-shirts and shorts and were sitting at the long table that sat under his bedroom window, and which we used as a work desk, when his mother, toting a fully laden tray, finally reappeared. I knew bahis firmaları we’d be continuing the conversation later.

Mrs. White was hot! A true MILF! Really she was far too young to be the mother of an eighteen year old. As fifteen year old Michelle Thomas, a neighbor of the Whites, she had ended up the prime baby sitter of Kevin’s older half sisters when Mr. White’s first wife had died some twenty years ago.

The eight and nine year old girls, bereft after the loss of their mother, had latched onto Michelle immediately and would cling to her desperately at the first sign that she was about to leave. Apparently the then forty-five year old Mr. White had too because just weeks after her sixteenth birthday young Michelle was walking down the aisle to be married. Kevin, “in uterus” at the time, was present at the ceremony.

He was their only child but against all odds the marriage had gone along famously. My parents had moved in two houses down from the Whites when I was three. And so we had become best friends.

Kev and I grew up nerds. Boys who’d been oblivious to the charms of the other sex as we’d studied our way through high school. Until, that is, our cocks started to grow. And spurt.

The two best students in our school, already pre-accepted into Princeton before our senior year had even started, socially incompetent but relatively happy, had suddenly been thrust unprepared into the world of cocks and cum and cunts.

Our senior year had been disastrous — week after week and month after month of uncertainties, rejections and self doubt. If we hadn’t had each other I don’t know what would have happened.

Hey look, I’m not stupid. It’s impossible for a teenager to be ignorant of sex these days. Just turn on your computer! So, on a theoretical basis, we should have been prepared. And we were. We knew all the moving parts of women. We knew exactly what was happening to our bodies. We knew about sperm count. About shaven pussies. We’d studied tables and graphs published on the internet that showed the range of sizes of the human penis. We’d compared the slow but steady progress of our respective penile growth to those tables. We’d seen a hundred movies that demonstrated just about every sexual coupling imaginable. We knew it all.

But until the testosterone starts to flow that’s all it is. Theoretical. But then it’s not! It’s all encompassing as soon as that sexual chemical tap is turned on. An emotional whirlwind that you find you have no way to control. Your thinking brain suddenly becomes trumped by the small reptilian brain that lies deep in the heart of it. A brain that sends blood rushing into your cock at the first sniff of a woman.

But of course neither of us had any ability to communicate with members of the opposite sex. None at all! Our supposed brilliant minds, minds that had easily delivered SAT scores in the top percentile, turned to mush the second an attractive female came within twenty feet of us. Womanless, we became serial masturbators and wet dreamers. Big cocked horny nerds who used their hands as sorry imitations of the real thing.

And so, in desperation, one rainy Friday night in late April, as we had sat commiserating with each other over another dateless weekend, we’d decided that we had to make an action plan. That if we didn’t want to be losers the rest of our lives we’d better do something about it.

The first thing we’d done was simply write off the rest of our senior high school year. We knew there was no way to undo the previous four years. Instead we decided to use the four months we had left preparing for the fall and our new lives in faraway Princeton. Where nobody would know us or our high school reputations and where we could start over.

But start over as what? And how does one go about changing? We spent the first few weeks doing research and almost immediately found our first nugget of hope. Our problem turned out to be not that unusual. It turned out to be not only a common affliction but also one that a hell of a lot of men had written about later in their lives.

Again and again we found bios of successful men that reported that they’d suffered through their high school years only to be saved by somehow transforming themselves before they’d arrived at college. But that was the key that they all reported – the first few weeks of your university years offered a door of opportunity that might never reappear. Fuck those weeks up and you were probably fucked for the next four years. Initial impressions were damn hard to change.

So we read what other men had done. And how they’d done it. We found a hundred different suggestions that over the ensuing weeks we tried to distill into a coherent action plan. We finally boiled it down to three jobs:

1) Make an “Honest Assessment” of yourself.

2) Set “Attainable Goals”.

3) Write an “Action Plan”.

And so we’d both tried. I can tell you that it’s not that easy. You’re one of maybe two million male high school seniors in the country. Where do you stand in the group? What are kaçak iddaa the strengths of William Harold Sommers, an eighteen year old high school senior? I knew what I looked like but to tell you the truth had no real idea of how other people saw me.

I was six foot, one inch tall that spring and at just under one hundred and seventy pounds I felt myself too thin. Neither Kevin nor I had played organized sports much growing up but I’d swum a lot in the summers. I wasn’t in terrible shape.

My hair was a mess — even I recognized that the long, matted, usually uncombed nest of hair that lived on my head and tumbled down onto my shoulders wasn’t anywhere close to being in style.

Kevin and I weren’t great dressers! To say the least. No shots of us were going to appear in GQ. Hoodies and jeans were our norm.

My cock was largish — I’d measured it enough over the previous couple of years and then compared it ‘cock size’ numbers I’d found on the internet to know that. In fact it could more fairly be described as very big. So that was an asset but how do you translate that into sexual success if no one will talk to you?

And after you’ve finished with outward appearance you get to the hard stuff. Why can’t you talk to girls? Why do you get so nervous? How do you improve? Where do you learn about kissing?

In the end we finally boiled it down to the following three categories (and subcategories) we’d have to concentrate on. Later we’d penciled in various suggestions on how to do it.

A) Improve our appearance.

1 Body — weightlift? muscles? posture

2 Clothes — Ashley knows about clothes. will she help? cost?

3 Hair –

B) Communication skills — Learn to talk to girls. how?

C) Sexual Techniques

1 Learn to dance — hire a professional? from where? Natalie from strip club?

2 Kissing — who could teach us?

3 Touching, arousing – study sex manuals? practical experience?

4 Lose our virginity — professional call girl?

So we sorta knew what areas we had to attack. We had a starting point. Mind you we weren’t that confident of success. But it was better than nothing.

We bought a set of weights and set them up in Kev’s basement the day after we’d finalized our plan. Every afternoon thereafter we’d gone down and lifted.

Our second step was to convince my sister to help. Fixing our appearance seemed vital.

Early June 2010 Ashley

“You asked them what?” my sister asked. I could hear that she was pissed off that I hadn’t asked her first. I’d hoped she would be.

“You’re my sister. Besides I know you’re way, way too busy for something like this.”

“And they’re not?”

I’d caught my sister’s two best friends, Caitlyn and Brianna, like her, high school sophomores, alone earlier that afternoon and had asked them to help me. It was an important step in the detailed plan we’d worked out for the transformation of Kevin and I from nerdish, high school social misfits into suave, desirable, sexy college freshmen. Don’t they say that clothes make the man?

“Do you think they know more about clothes than I do?” Sis was reacting exactly as I’d surmised. She was vital to the plan and not only because she had a better sense of style than any other girl in the school. It was also vital because we needed her salesmanship to convince our parents to finance the transformation.

I’d known we needed her one hundred percent onside and I’d finally decided that the oblique approach just might work best. Which was why I’d started by approaching her friends first.

Ashley Sommers, sixteen and only a sophomore, my sister, was the most popular girl in the school. And even though she was smart and beautiful, it was her personality that was her greatest selling point. A cheerleader and A student, there had been serious rumblings that spring that she, only going into her junior year, should run for student council president. She’s eventually politely demurred but almost everyone thought she would have won if she’d tried.

I’d heard it opined more than once over the years that it was incredible that a girl like her was related to someone as socially incompetent as I. Someone had even asked me once if I’d been adopted.

“It wouldn’t be fair to you … you’re too busy Ash. Besides you don’t want to spend your time dressing me.”

“Gawd, I wish you’d asked me a year ago. You … you and Kevin look like–” She didn’t finish her sentence. But I knew what she was thinking. Having an older brother around who dressed like a bum couldn’t have been pleasant for any teenage high school girl.

“I know I’m not the best dresser—”

“You’re the about the wor–” she started to say but then stopped before finishing, her inherent niceness not allowing her to finish.

“I just thought I should try to start on a better footing at College. I was looking at the Princeton site the other day and there weren’t many students who dressed like–“

“Thank god for that,” my sister interrupted as she raised her eyes to the sky. “Now kaçak bahis let’s go look at your clothes.” My sister, when properly motivated, was a take charge kind of person.

“You’ll help me?”

“Of course I’ll help you, I’m your sister aren’t I?” she answered, an answer that was voiced in a teenage girls exasperated tone. “Now c’mon,” she ordered as she pulled me down the hall towards my room.

“Shouldn’t we wait for Brianna and Caitlyn?”

“No! I’ll do the preliminary scouting today and then tomorrow after school the five of us will have a council of war.” Ashley was definitely going to be in charge!

“We will?”

“Yes, and tell Kevin he better be there too. No, I’ll tell him myself,” she said ominously as she marched past me into my bedroom. Which was pretty messy. It always was but that day I’d made it especially so. Ashley’s head had already started shaking back and forth in dismay before she was half way across the room. I simply waited silently in the doorway as she started her inspection.

She opened my cupboard door first. She moved a few hangers back and forth before she slowly backed away. She was still shaking her head. Then she started in on my chest of drawers. Rifled through my t-shirts and sweaters and socks and hoodies before she finally got to my underwear.

“Well,” I finally asked, “do you think that at least we have a good base to start from? That you’ll be able to come up with something?”

“Yes Will, it’s going to be sooooo easy.”

I was smiling inside but successfully hid it when I asked back in my most dubious tone, “It will be?”

“Yes my dear Will,” and now I heard the sarcasm, something my sweet sister wasn’t known for, “once the bonfire has died down we will then proceed to–“

“Bonfire?” I was laughing inside now!

“Do you think that there’s one piece of cloth in this sad excuse for a room that should be transported over five hundred miles to one of America’s finest institutions of higher learning?”Ashley was firing on all cylinders now!

“What about my sweatshirts?”

“Hoodies,” she started, and before continuing she kicked the one I’d purposely left in the middle of my bedroom floor, “are not a fashion statement.”

“At least my underwear’s okay isn’t it?”

“Well it might Will, it might be if said undergarments weren’t full of holes and of a sickly gray color.” Again I’d cleverly left my worst two pairs of underpants on top of the pile in the drawer. Ones that I’d been planning to throw out.

“Now let’s go over to Kevin’s,” she ordered as she swept back by me and out into the hall. I scurried after.

“Kevin’s? Today? We’re already finished here? Don’t you have to make a list or something?”

Ashley simply continued on her way without answering. I pumped my fist in the air as I rushed after her.

As we walked out the door I asked to her back, “How much do you think I’m going to have to spend anyway? As much as five hundred bucks?” It was another question I’d prepared for my sister. It brought her to a sudden halt.

“Are you on drugs?”

“Less than that then?” I said hopefully.

“I’ll never understand how you got accepted into a university of that caliber.” Ashley’s sarcasm was gone, replaced now by the sad acceptance that her brother was hopeless.

“More?”

“Will, to even get you to the minimum, the very minimum required,” and here Ashley’s voice emphasized the word minimum, “will cost at least ten thousand dollars and probably cost closer to twenty.”

I put my most shocked look on my face. “Twentyyyyyyy thousand?” I screeched. “You’re nuts.”

For seconds my sister stared at me, her disbelief of her brother’s ignorance unhidden. I said nothing. Finally, slowly, her expression turned from hopelessness to determination.

“What do you think I spend on clothes every year,” she finally asked.

I pretended to think it over before answering. “A thousand?” I finally offered tentatively. Ashley shook her head. “Higher?” She nodded yes. “Two?” Ash pointed here finger upwards. “Not as much as three?” the finger stayed pointed up. I jumped to five thousand with my next guess. Her finger stayed pointing up.

“That’s impossible, no one spends that much.”

Exasperation bloomed back into sis’s face. “How much do you think these shoes cost?”

I pretended to examine them. “Forty bucks.”

“Over two hundred,” sis answered. “And my skirt?”

I pretended I knew something about skirts and quickly answered, “I know they’re about twenty-five,” I said confidently, “I saw one just like that in Target last week.”

“You did not see one like this in Target!” Sis’s gnashing of her teeth made her hard to understand. “And what about my underwear?” she finally spat out.

“Like your bra and panties?” She nodded yes. “Well I got a six pack of Fruit of the Loom for seven dollars last month. So maybe double that if you include the bra … so what, fourteen bucks divided by six, probably two, two dollars fifty for both.”

From the look on her face I knew the plan was working. Slowly, her frustration clear, she spoke, “THE… BRA… AND … PANTIES…I’M…WEARING… COST… OVER … SEVENTY … DOLLARS.” If anyone had been within fifty yards of us they would have heard her.

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“Karen, that’s wondrous! I’m so proud – dean’s list three times running “… of course I pulled over.

You ken I don’t relish to verbalize on the phone while driving. No, just picked up some dry cleaning … no, Daddy’s working tardy … I was just peregrinating home for another supper alone. Thanks – dote you, additionally!”

Vivienne Wu hung up and, for the first time descried her circumventions, Willow Grove’s notorious red light district. When her daughter had called, she had ceased on Pepper Street. With the tinted glass of her convertible, it was infeasible for pedestrians to discern who was driving.

“Fortuitous for me,” Vivienne thought amusedly, as her hand went to the gearshift. “It wouldn’t do for Officer Flynn to cerebrate Colin was probing for ‘action’ at five o’clock in the evening!”

A tap at her window caught her attention. Unnoticed, someone had sidled up to the driver’s side and was now peering in vain to make out the driver.

Automatically out of politeness, Vivienne pushed the down button for the window. “She’ll optically discern it’s a woman and peregrinate away,” she mentally conceived.

As the tinted glass rolled down, Vivienne was struck by the prostitute’s stunning appearance. Proximately six feet tall in ludicrously high heels, the tan woman had luxuriant titian hair that cascaded past her bottom. Her tresses were longer than her fluorescent tangerine dress, which clung to her curves as though painted on.

An effulgent lime-green shoulder bag dangled from the woman’s left wrist, and a svelte ebony bidi cigarette wisped smoke between her tenuous fingers. This was the most sensuous person of either sex Vivienne had ever visually perceived.

“Hello,” she smiled, a little crookedly. “I am Manuela. You relish?”

“He-hello,” Vivienne hesitated. “Affirmative…I…like…”

Manuela bent to bring her face through the open window. Her scent, strawberries and citrus, wafted over Vivienne, like waves on a beach.

“Mmmm…you are Chinese?”

Vivienne could only mutely nod.

“I’ve never had a Chinese woman afore,” Manuela whispered, as she brought her full lips to Vivienne’s cheek.

“Please – please get in,” Vivienne managed, hoarsely. Manuela brushed her painted lips lightly over Vivienne’s mouth. Vivienne involuntarily closed her ocular perceivers, knuckles white on the steering wheel. The tan woman’s orange lacquered fingernails brushed Vivienne’s flaming cheek. The fragrance of the vanilla-flavoured tobacco on Manuela’s breath exhilarated Vivienne.

“I cerebrate I will,” Manuela breathed.

Opening her ocular perceivers, Vivienne couldn’t abstract her optical discernment from Manuela’s form, as she slunk sinuously to the passenger’s side.

Closing her door, Manuela simply took Vivienne’s face in both her hands and osculated her full on the mouth. Tongues intertwined and probed, duelling in an amorous contest with both emerging victorious. Vivienne couldn’t abstain from moaning from deep in her throat as illegal bahis the exquisite sensations surmounted her.

She conclusively broke the osculation, to regain her breath and composure.

“Wow.”

“I relished that,” admitted Manuela. “Where can we go?”

Vivienne considered. She didn’t feel right inviting Manuela to her domicile, and she didn’t ken her well enough yet to invite herself to Manuela’s place.

“Let’s go to the Cosmopolitan.”

“But that’s in Central City!”

“It’s twenty minutes on the Interstate. They make a terrific Caesar,” Vivienne cringed as she auricularly discerned herself endeavouring to minimize verbalize with this erotic creature.

Manuela grinned.

“Why not?”

The sleek ebony BMW sped away into the crepuscule.

“Baby, I’m gonna show you the time of your life…”

There seemed to be no congruous replication, so Vivienne kept her silence until they approached the hotel.

“Shall we victual first?” asked Vivienne politely, as they pulled into the parking area. She blushed furiously as Manuela only leered at her in reply.

“You ken what I betoken!”

“Business afore delectation, honey.”

“All right. I’ve never done this afore, you ken.”

“Leave it to me.” Manuela got out and circumnavigated to Vivienne’s window. “I’ll be right back.”

Five minutes later, she returned with a key.

“I promise you, this is going to be genuinely special,” smiled Manuela.

Hand in hand, like it, was the most natural thing in the world, the women strolled into the luxury hotel. They took the elevator, fingers still clasped, eyeing each other with mutual interest and curiosity.

Manuela opened the door for Vivienne and ushered her in, hand in the minute of her back. She closed it quietly abaft them, fumbling for a moment in her purse.

Breathing deeply, Vivienne took in a glance around the room, nodding her approbation.

When her ocular perceivers eventually returned to her sultry companion, she was shocked to visually perceive Manuela, hip outslung, brandishing handcuffs and a chained insignia on her index finger!

“Okay, sweetie, don’t make this any harder on yourself than it requires to be. You’re under apprehension. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you verbalize can be…”

The words blurred together. Vivienne could only cerebrate numbly of the scandal as her hands were manacled abaft her. What would Colin verbalize?

“You don’t mind if I pat you down, honey?” Manuela asked, half-apologetically. “I’m contrite, it’s regulations.”

Vivienne shut her ocular perceivers tightly and shook her head. On the verge of tears, she didn’t trust herself to verbalize.

Manuela grinned, fished a white-and-red tin from her handbag. She popped a couple of round white mints into her mouth and rubbed her hands together.

Vivienne flinched scarcely at the contact of her warm hand on her neck. Despite herself, Vivienne trembled with exhilaration and arousal.

From illegal bahis siteleri abaft her, Manuela slipped Vivienne’s blazer off her shoulders, and let it slip down to her bound wrists. Gently, she moved her hands over Vivienne’s shoulders, her arms and her torso.

The Chinese woman stiffened abruptly when she felt Manuela’s hands cup her sizably voluminous, firm breasts.

“You are very exhilarated by this, affirmative?”

Bewildered, Vivienne didn’t ken what to do. Practised fingers tease her nipples, rigid from fear and arousal. Manuela felt Vivienne involuntarily respond to her physical contact. She perpetuated her examination, letting her palms linger over those marvellous tits afore uncapping them.

“What do we have here?” she asked rhetorically, as she unbuttoned the front of Vivienne’s blouse. “Oh, concealed weapons?”

She nimbly unclasped the front of Vivienne’s frilly ebony bra.

“Hmmm, this calls for a more proximate look.”

Vivienne couldn’t avail but open her ocular perceivers at that. She gaped as she optically canvassed the top of that luxuriant mane bend toward her bosom. Now, she could smell the vigorous odour of peppermint on Manuela’s breath. Thermal halitus seemed to sear her unclad breast. She felt her mouth work spasmodically, as a gelid/spicy tongue burned the tip of her nipple.

Manuela expertly teased Vivienne’s brown nipples to rock-hard attention, her hands sensuously playing over her own body under Vivienne’s rapt gaze. Her hazel ocular perceivers caught Vivienne’s and she winked seductively, rolling her tongue lasciviously between half-open lips.

Fascinated, Vivienne optically canvassed as Manuela gradually knelt, and facilitated a finger into her mouth, moistening it. With her other hand, she unfastened Vivienne’s skirt while her helpless captive reflexively moved her hips towards her physical contact. They were so proximate to each other Vivienne could optically discern Manuela’s pupils dilate as her gaze lingered approvingly on her toned thighs.

As the skirt dropped to the carpet, Manuela utilized her wet finger to draw down the elastic of Vivienne’s panties. She noted with gratification that the standing woman’s juices liberatingly flowed from a dripping pussy. She elongated her tongue as far as she could, to tease the dark folds apart so their glistening moisture could perpetuate to please her ocular perceiver.

Mesmerized, Vivienne stifled a moan as she optically canvassed Manuela impishly wrinkle her nasal perceiver while lapping at her salivating cunt. With her apparel dangling abaft her from bound arms, she somehow felt more unclad than had she been plenarily unclad. Manuela’s peppermint-laced tongue felt like a red-sultry poker against her oozing snatch. She had to have more of that electric tongue, or explode!

“C’mon over here, sugar. Mama needs better – uh, light,” Manuela panted. She towed her compliant charge to the king-sized bed.

Compliantly, Vivienne sat and splayed her canlı bahis siteleri legs for Manuela. The brown woman bent and caressed Vivienne’s feet, still clad in stylish ebony pumps, afore crossing her arms and pulling her orange spandex dress over her head to reveal a magnificent body, toffee-coloured all over.

Vivienne’s ocular perceivers widened as she optically discerned Manuela’s bleached blonde pubic hair. She licked her lips in anticipation as Manuela swung her long legs onto the bed.

“What do you cerebrate of my ‘special’ treatment?” Manuela asked, lightly raking her own body with long nails. She kittenishly pouted for Vivienne, hands cupping the opulent mounds of her golden breasts.

“You were right, it is very special…” purred Vivienne into her auditory perceiver. Hands still abaft her, she bent to take the tip of Manuela’s left breast into her hungry mouth.

The hard lozenge of flesh was the most astronomically immense Vivienne had ever visually perceived. The pink pyramid was plenarily an inch long, and its resilience felt divine between Vivienne’s teeth. She savoured the dewy moistness adorning the turgid nipple even as she gobbled avariciously. Vivienne could taste the saccharinity of tobacco on Manuela’s body. It exhilarated her outlandishly…

Vivienne was gratified to feel Manuela’s body writhe in reaction to her ministrations. She felt plenarily dominated as Manuela clutched her hair with her left hand, and utilized her right to guide Vivienne’s mouth to her own for an osculation.

Cumbersomely hefty-lidded with concupiscence, her ocular perceivers rolled back in her head and conclusively shut. Peppermint ardency flooding her mouth and her senses. The sultry tongue probed acquisitively, danced enticingly with her own, then thrust insistently. The two women moaned in concert as the heat of their lovemaking reached pyrexia pitch.

Hands still chained together, Vivienne nuzzled Manuela’s damp sex as well as she could, urging herself forwards with elbows and shoulders.

“Ooooohh, mmmm, baby…” Manuela sighed, shifting her thighs to clamp gently on Vivienne’s head to afford her better access. “That’s it – oh, yeah!”

Vivienne salivated as she warmed to her task, Manuela’s lush muskiness washing over her agog nasal discerner, her cheek, her chin.

Unencumbered, Manuela utilized her fingers, lips and tongue to devastating effect on Vivienne’s labia, clitoris and sopping love-tunnel. She felt her own climax mounting as Vivienne’s supine form wriggled orgiastically.

“Ahh…that…feels…great…”

“Mmmmh – nngh! Ngh! Mmm!” came Vivienne’s muffled reply.

“Oh, God! I’m going to…going to…Oh! Ohhh! Oh! OH! OOOH!”

Manuela screamed out her climax as she felt her warm love-syrup gush into Vivienne’s sucking mouth. At the instant of Manuela’s release, Vivienne felt herself go over the edge. She spewed her sultry cum all over Manuela’s face.

Now moaning softly, Manuela rubbed her face and hair into Vivienne’s juice-laden thighs. Her flushed face looked tenderly into Vivienne’s.

She sat up, stroking Vivienne’s hair.

“We’ve got all night, baby. What can Manuela do for you next?”

Vivienne considered for a moment.

“Would you…smoke for me?”

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“Hi! I’m home!!…

Hello!? Anybody home!?…

HEL-LO!?!?”

I shrug and hang up my jacket, which I ended up not needing, now that the weather’s been so beautiful lately. Aunt Amelia has been such a sweetie, and she means well, but I think ‘Melia forgets how old i am, having celebrated my 19th birthday not long ago. I had told her before I left for the day that I wasn’t going to need the jacket. Not now that we’re enjoying this lovely stretch of beautiful days with blue skies and unseasonably warm temperatures (72 degrees in April! With Easter still a good 2 weeks away!) A lovely reprieve indeed, after the brutal winter we endured.

Ballet class had just let out, and typically I welcome resting my tired legs on the bus ride home, but today I knew I’d get more pleasure out of walking. So I took the scenic route that goes around the winding creek by the park. The world around me was thawing. Spring was officially here, and everything was flourishing, having defeated winter’s harsh grip: Birds singing, the creek water rushing along, crocuses pushing their little blossoms up…blossoms on trees, blossoms on ground-based plants. Blossoms everywhere! Like little trumpets they were, triumphantly announcing the passing of the Ice Dragon.

Speaking of blossoming, I had recently noticed my clothing isn’t fitting all that great lately. I had meant to mention it to Amelia earlier today, and ask her if we could go clothes shopping soon. But this morning was a bit hectic; Aunt Amelia tried to make pancakes again. They were quite good, actually, but at one point, I did need to grab the extinguisher that hangs by the stove…

There’s an idea when I plan a nice dinner for Daddy! Blackened shrimp & blackened pancakes!

Anyway, I didn’t get ’round to asking her, and was quite thankful that it was a dance class day, since what I wear is normally baggy or made of stretchy material. It would have to do. It’s been a week since I’d been able to wear my button-down cotton shirts, and I had a sinking feeling this would happen eventually. Years of dance, of starving myself to look look like the balerina inside my favorite jewelry box, had delayed my development. My breasts didn’t even really start to grow until I was 16, and three years later I found things growing rapidly. I strapped them down for class, but it was getting futile.

I grab a lollipop out of the candy stash drawer, and start to head upstairs to change clothes. It’s far too nice a day to be inside. güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri Maybe when Aunt Amelia comes home I’ll mention the awkward “blossoming” issue to her, so we can go shopping. She has such pretty, lacy bras, I know she can help me find the right one. As I get to the top of the stairs, I fiddle with the wrapping of the lollipop. It was one of those noisy wrappers, so much so I barely heard the heavy breathing coming from the bathroom as I walk past it.

I freeze, my eyes widen, and strain my ears to hear-I thought I had the house to myself!-more heavy, rhythmic breathing.. I walk over to the closed bathroom door, and put my ear next to it…My senses weren’t lying to me!

Carefully I lower my body to the floor, hoping the creaky floorboards beneath the carpet don’t betray my attempts at stealth, and peep under the door..

No, it couldn’t be…Mommy said he wouldn’t be home until the end of the week!

And yet, there was Daddy, naked from the waist down, his white dress shirt opened, tie undone, standing there in the bathroom, and intensely pleasuring himself in a lustful fury. The window was open, and the beautiful breeze that brushed along the gauzy curtain, caused goosebumps to form along his bare chest and torso, and the little hairs to stand on end.

My eyes fly open, as I hadn’t expected him home from his trip yet. But there he was, in the flesh, oh yes, very much so in the flesh. I close my eyes and imagine he’s jerking that sexy, huge cock, off for me, and me alone.

How long had he been home? Up here?! I’d been home for at least a good 5 minutes and hadn’t heard anything. Which means he must not have heard me open the door downstairs! Or my call!!

I sigh happily that Daddy’s home, knowing that all in the household will be all the better for it. We cope while he’s gone, and even break from routine for a bit-let’s face it, burnt pancakes with mushed bananas & nutella is DA BOMB!-but I didn’t expect to find him in *this* state!

My memories of the last time we all made love…right before his trip…came flooding back…

Daddy, lying face-up on the bed, Mommy straddling and grinding his rigid cock, Amelia kissing Aunt Valleri’s heart-shaped mouth, Daddy fingering Valleri’s always needy pussy with one hand, stroking and pulling on Mommy’s nipples with the other…

…and me walking in on *all* four of them…

With kissing lips and caressing hands, I was gently moved güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri over to Daddy-right on top of that amazing cock…I came so hard within mere seconds of him entering me…

All these memories came flooding back all at once, and I feel everything fall away: the singing birdies outside, the walls of the house, the house itself…It’s just me, and Daddy.

Grateful to be on the floor already, I hike my skirt up, place my hands in between my legs, and begin to pleasure myself while watching Daddy “go at it”. I know I could have entered the room, but that would have startled him, and I didn’t want to embarrass him, nor did I want him to stop, hot as he looked, so intense was his expression, his body…No, I could not interrupt this. I had to watch him, take him in, let him think he’s alone.. I knew it was naughty of me, but I couldn’t help myself; he makes me so hot, knowing how much he loves and lusts after me, and it’s so rare that I have any “alone time” with him…

I push my panties out of the way and begin to finger myself. I am sopping wet, so I roll up my skirt and use that instead so I don’t make a mess on the carpet. As my skirt begins to get soaked, I imagine it’s his cock, fucking me, spreading me, my small, tight pussy barely able to take him in…

My own intense, rhythmic breathing begins. My usual thing when I am by myself is to shut my eyes, but my eyes are locked on Daddy…his facial and body expressions, and his huge erection. I wonder what he’s fantasizing about…I mean, I know *what*, but with whom?! Is Mommy on the floor kneeling, with his huge member in her mouth, sucking him, loving on his cock, her hand on him, jerking him off? Or is he jerking himself off onto Aunt Valleri’s huge breasts, while she envelops his cock with them. I think about my own chest that just jumped a cup size, and I move my hands up to feel their soft firmness…

…Will Daddy love me, love on me, the same as he does Vri or Mommy?

Damn it! I *want* to show him all these changes, and pleasure him with this maturing body! And along with it, my own sexual drive has heightened; I’ve been a bitch in heat for weeks now!

I try to stay calm as my thoughts return to potential fantasies: blowing him, feeling him fuck my pussy…Hard?…Slowly?

Daddy and I make love soooo much differently than he does with the others… much more slowly…with more patience…oh God…

I let out a huge gasp and güvenilir bahis şirketleri moan and my hand flies to my mouth. I hear an oath from Daddy and I shut my eyes and freeze, knowing I’m about to be caught. After all, what’s the use of running away? I hear scuffling, and the bathroom door opening, which thankfully opens *in* and not towards me…

“Princess!?”

“Hi Daddy. Um, welcome home?”

“Ohhhhh my Peach!” He bends down, helps me up off the floor, and embraces me, “How long were you spying on Daddy you naughty girl? You’re just as bad as Mommy”, he teases, lightly spanking my bum.

I half-moan, half giggle, loving his hands on me, being back in Daddy’s arms, “Honestly, Daddy, only a few minutes. Mommy said you weren’t expected back for a few days yet.”

“Well, guess what?”

“What, Daddy?”

“I LIED!”, he announces, then suddenly kissing my lips and neck while I gasp and laugh in return and hang on to him, the adrenaline rush of lustful feelings, combined with being caught turning me into a nervous wreck with jello for legs. Then stopping all of a sudden, he touches the tip of my nose with his index finger and confesses, “Daddy got caught up with work ahead of schedule, and decided to come home a few days early and see my lovely princesses, I’ve only been back for about an hour. And you’re the first one I see! Oh…darling, you don’t know how happy this makes Daddy!” He resumes kissing me, but this time, fully on the lips, as I start grinding my hips up against him.

“Oh Daddy, I thought you’d be angry,” I said, when we finally came up for air.

“At what, my little love?”

“Be…cause I saw…”

“Because you caught Daddy having a moment, fantasizing about his beautiful little Peach?!”

“Me, Daddy?”

“Yes, you! Sometimes, Daddy thinks about you and Mommy, or just Mommy, or even,” with lowered voice and gritted teeth, “Valleri; but don’t tell ‘Melia”. He winks. I giggle. “Ah but THIS time, THIS TIME! It was all you, Princess!”

“Oh Daddy!” I squeal and hug him around the neck, wanting to wrap arms and legs and my entire body around all of him at once, so very much in love. “I’m so happy you’re home, and even moreso that you’re not upset with me!”

He pulls my arms away, stands me back a few feet, and cups my chin in his hands, a serious expression in his eyes, “My beautiful Peach, Daddy will NEVER be angry with you over a thing like that. In fact,” he adds, letting go of my face and slowly removing my sweaty dance outfit, “would you like to know how Daddy was imagining his little Princess Peach?”

All words, all thoughts of dialogue, fly out of my head, and all I can manage is a shudder of pleasure and, “Oh Daddy”.

He picks me up, carries me into the bathroom, and shuts the door…

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When mom leaves Ashlyn and Andi home alone sparks fly. Will their love for Andrew tear them apart? They both want the same thing, or do they?

*****

(Ashlyn)

“Ashlyn please!” Mom pleaded. “Drew will be here next weekend!”

“But mom I have things to do!” I complained knowing it would do no good. “Can’t one of the other boys watch her?”

“Lyn you don’t need to watch her just check in on her!” Mom shouted, exasperated she had to repeat it one more time. “Besides Arnold and Albert have families to take care of …”

It hit us both at the same time. I knew she didn’t mean to hurt me but it did. Mom looked over stopping what she was doing.

“I’m sorry honey, I didn’t mean it like that…”

There was a pregnant pause in her frantic packing to see my reaction. I could see it in her eyes, that same look I had seen so many times before. There was never a doubt my parents loved me, but just once I wanted them to love just me. Mom opened the door to the room and started to lift her suitcase.

“It’s ok, here, let me help you.” I offered.

Then I saw a shadow in the room, Andi was standing at the door.

“Lyn doesn’t need to stay here mom. I’ll be ok alone.” Andi announced her presence.

“Baby we already discussed this. Ashlyn is going to stay.” Mom said softly.

She moved to my sister and gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek. She always did that to Andi. Then mom looked at me and gave me that other look. The one that reminded me how I had disappointed her so many times. God I hated that look, just once I wanted to be the one that got the hugs and kisses.

“Don’t worry sis, I’ll be here to keep you company.” I said faking I was happy.

“Thanks Lyn!” Andi said enthusiastically. “I’ll wait for you in the living room mom.”

“Thanks baby, we’ll be there in a minute, I’m already running late.” Mom replied.

Andi turned and started down the hall. I looked to make sure she was gone. The little bitch is so quiet you never know. Looking back at mom I could see her anger with me soften.

“Would it really kill you to be nice and spend some time with her?” Mom asked.

“She hates me mom!” I protested.

“Don’t you see how wrong you are?” Mom countered. “If you took the time to see, you might be surprised how much she loves you!”

“I don’t believe that!” I replied. “After everything I did …”

“Water under the bridge for her.” Mom came closer.

“Is Drew really coming home?” I asked changing the subject.

“It’s about time don’t you think?” Mom replied.

Then she hugged me and kissed my cheek. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. She held me tight giving me the strength not to cry. Ok, so she did show me affection when I needed it. She is so strong my mother, why couldn’t I be more like her?

“What do I say when I see him?” I asked teetering on the edge of crying.

“How about, HI.” Gail whispered.

“Are you sure he doesn’t hate me too?” I started to tear up.

“Ashlyn this is Andrew we’re talking about.” Mom consoled me. She moved back holding me at arm’s length. “Besides that was eons ago.”

Maybe for her but it was like yesterday for me.

“I love you mom! Please don’t go!” I begged her.

“Honey you know I can’t stay, your father needs me.” Gail reminded me.

“How can you leave her alone with him?” I argued.

“I’m not. That’s why you are here!” Mom was teasing me and we both knew it, still she kissed me one more time. “Ashlyn I really need to go!”

I grabbed her suitcase as she picked up her makeup case and purse. We headed to the living room where Andi was waiting for us.

She stood as mom drew closer. Tall and slender she waited until mom took her arm.

“Call when you get there.” Andi said to mom.

“I will baby.” Mom replied. She stood on her toes and kissed Andi on the cheek.

Mom moved to the door, I opened it for her.

“Mom, I am not a baby, I am twenty one!” Andi protested before mom walked out.

Mom looked at me and then back to my sister.

“I know honey, but you will always be my baby.” Mom smiled. “I’ll call when I get there.”

Mom went to her car, I loaded her bags in the trunk. I watched as she drove off then looked back at the house. A cold sweat came over me. Andi and I would be alone for the first time in years. I walked back in the house, Andi was still standing. She waited for the door to close before she spoke.

“I’m sorry she is making you do this. After she calls you can leave if you want.” Andi said calmly. “I’ll be in my room if you need me.”

Need her I thought! That will be the day! How could she ever help me?

She waited for a response but when none was forthcoming she turned and slowly walked back to the hall. I watched her in those ridiculous clothes she wore as she turned to the left down the darkened passage. She had it all I thought, elegance, grace and that almost perfect body. So what if she could talk seven languages. Hell if my parents had given me half of the attention she got I’m sure I could be that smart. illegal bahis

Why did dad have to take this job? Surely the money wasn’t very good? And mom, why did she have to go? She hasn’t worked in a dentist office since she had Bert?

I looked at my phone hoping to get a message. Disappointed once again I lay down on the couch.

I knew it was a dream but it was a happy dream. A favorite memory from the past. At least the first part.

Roger was in the living room, mom and dad were out for the night. He was alone when I came in. Man he is such a hunk! He looked to see if anyone else was around. God he was so nervous! So was I, but with steel like resolve I put my plan into action.

“You look lonely” I said flashing my brightest smile.

“Well, uh…” He stuttered.

Obviously my attire had the intended effect. I had on the thinnest tee shirt I owned. My nipples were so hard you could chisel granite. Roger looked around the room and back at me. The hook was out I just needed to set it.

“Come with me.” I whispered.

“Gee, maybe I shouldn’t?” He replied. I turned and lifted my skirt. I showed him I wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Maybe you should!” I said walking away looking back over my shoulder.

It was as subtle as a sledge hammer. But when he stood and I saw the bulge in his shorts I knew the hook was set. I grabbed his hand and placed it under my skirt so he could feel my bald pussy. Wiggle all he wants I thought, he is on the line and I am going to reel him in.

“This way, we can take your car!” I hissed.

“You sure…” Roger looked around one more time. I slipped my tongue deep in his mouth.

“You coming?” I teased looking down at his shorts.

I walked to the back door. Roger was in a daze following behind. I looked back just as the door latched, I could see Andi slowly enter the living room. I quickly jumped in Rogers’s car and barked orders. Soon we were in the parking lot behind dad’s dentist office.

Roger had regained his composure on the drive over. As soon as he turned the car off his hands were under my shirt fondling my big tits. I don’t know if I was happier he came with me or wouldn’t be with her? At the moment I didn’t care. Roger was the catch of a lifetime. Sure he was two years younger, but he was handsome and built.

I let my hands slide over his ripped body as he concentrated on mine. I grabbed for his zipper and was rewarded with a nice hard cock. With a console and steering wheel to contend with we moved to the back seat. I knew if he was going to fuck me I need to release some tension first. This wasn’t my first rodeo but it might be his.

I gulped what I could and played with his balls. Roger was closer than I thought. It was a small price to pay I figured, so I let him cum in my mouth. I backed out the door and let it ooze to the ground. If Roger was disappointed I didn’t swallow his cock sure wasn’t. I slid my skirt off and crooked my finger at him.

Roger tried to follow but his shorts slowed him down. I moved to the hood of the car, his cock led the way for Roger. I splayed my legs and welcomed him to the prize between them. At first he thought I wanted him to eat me but I knew if he was that green behind the ears he might bolt.

“Fuck me!” I whispered.

That brought a smile to his face. Gaining confidence he moved between my legs. Roger fumbled trying to find the opening, but I knew nature had a way of fixing that. You know, survival of the fittest and all. I helped him by rotating my pelvis and soon his cock found the velvet channel.

“Oh fuck!” He moaned.

The heat from the engine was radiating up from the hood as Roger started fucking me. He felt so good in me. I started to pull him into a kiss, he hesitated obviously remembering where that mouth had been. But I knew as long as his cock was in me he was mine. As soon as our lips touched I felt his cock drive deeper. If I wasn’t careful he would cum in me.

I pulled my top off and laid it on the hood. I offered my tits to Roger and he dove for them like a starving baby. This was fun I thought! This guy would do whatever I wanted!

With Roger sucking my nipples and fucking my pussy the only problem was my clit was being ignored. I was just about to suggest changing positions when Roger reached up under me and gripped my ass. I wanted to protest but knew it would be no use. He lunged hard against me and with guttural moan started to fill my cunt with cum.

I was a bit disappointed, but I had achieved my goal. Andi was home alone and Roger had just fucked me. I wasn’t planning on him cumming in me! I’m on the pill but now I have a pussy full of cum and no way to properly clean up. I don’t even have panties!

Hot and sweaty I moved from the hood. Roger thoroughly satisfied was just now coming to grips with what happened. Like most men after they fuck for the first time they get buyer’s remorse. Sure he enjoyed it but now what? How does he face Andi? Or does he even face her at all? I could see the wheels turning inside his head. I tried to take over before I lost him illegal bahis siteleri altogether.

“You were awesome!” I lied.

“Really?” He asked proudly. “Was it good for you?”

“Well you have a big cock …” that was not really a lie, he is good sized “…and you have so much cum!” I praised him.

“I’m sorry!” Roger apologized.

“Don’t be, next time I will be expecting it!” I answered truthfully.

“Next time?” The shit said.

“Sure!” I replied. “Maybe you could ask me out on a date or something?”

“Really?” Roger asked. “What about Andi?”

Did this dumb fuck just bring her name up? I just let him have some primo ass and he is talking about Andi?

“Well you could say you started getting sick, that’s why you left.” I suggested. “And as far as she knew I wasn’t home. I was at a friend’s, so she won’t know we left together!”

“Yeah, that might work.” Roger replied. “Can I call you?”

…

“Ashlyn! Ashlyn!” I heard her call.

With the sun now over the horizon, I looked up to see her standing over me in the dim light. I reached up and turned on the lamp.

“What?” I snapped back.

“I made some dinner. I thought you might be hungry?” Andi said without reacting to my rudeness. She waited for a reply and when none came she turned to leave. “Mom should be calling soon.”

I watched as she headed back down the hall into the shadows. The fact is I was hungry. The problem is all she eats is rabbit food most of the time. Maybe that’s why she looks so healthy. I looked in the fridge and found what mom knew I loved. Real food. I popped it in the microwave and waited in anticipation for the timer to expire.

Fried chicken from KFC. My favorite! So I will start that diet again tomorrow!

Mom did call. Andi talked to her first then handed me the phone. I knew she did this just so mom knew I didn’t leave. When I hung up Andi was already at the hall.

“I’m going out for a while. Ok?” I asked not knowing why.

“Please take a key if you’re coming back. I will set the alarm as well.” Andi replied. “You do remember the code? There is a charge if they come out for a false alarm.”

“I remember the code!” I snapped back again.

“Why do you dislike me so?” Andi asked.

She then continued down the hall without waiting for an answer. I stood thinking about what mom said earlier and how Andi never retaliated. I grabbed my keys and headed out the door. Driving aimlessly around I found myself sitting outside the one place I shouldn’t be. Looking at the darkened windows the reality started to set in.

The headlights reflecting in the mirror startled me back to the present. Afraid I might be caught I drove off heading to no place in particular. Heading back to moms I drove by a bar that I hadn’t been to in years. I looked in the mirror, I wasn’t wearing my usual makeup, but decided one drink wouldn’t hurt.

Since it was a Saturday night the place was packed. I found an open seat at the bar and ordered a drink.

(Andi)

“Ernie it’s me Andi.” I said as he answered.

“What’s up sis?” He asked happily as always.

“She’s staying.”

“You ok? I could come over.” Ernie asked. “Bert is home I could bring him too.”

“No, that’s not necessary, I just need someone to talk to.” I replied.

“That bad already?” Ernie asked.

“She hates me and I don’t know why?” I complained.

“Andi she doesn’t hate you. She is just hurting right now.” Ernie replied.

“But she doesn’t need to be here! I am old enough to take care of myself.”

“Andi you know mom would never allow that!” Ernie insisted.

“Can’t I come stay with you or Bert?” I asked in desperation.

“We offered but mom thought it best if you stayed there. Besides you don’t handle infants so well.” Ernie reminded me.

“But I love kids!”

“I know you do baby.” Ernie consoled me.

“I’m not a baby!” I protested once again today.

“Sorry Andi, old habits die hard. So you going to be ok?” He asked concerned.

“Yeah, I just wish mom didn’t treat me like I am still a kid.” I whined.

“Tell you what, I’ll bring Bert with Alex and Angie and come visit tomorrow.” Ernie said. “Would you like that?”

“Promise?” I asked.

“Promise. I’ll call Bert right now.” Ernie offered. “Goodnight Andi, we all love you.”

“Goodnight Ernie. I love you too.”

(Ashlyn)

It didn’t take long for an offer to buy me a drink. I guess even after two kids and more pounds than I want to admit I still have something to offer. He wasn’t my type, but hey, a free drink is a free drink.

“Ashlyn, isn’t it?” He asked. “It’s me John!”

It took a minute, but then through the fog of the last two drinks it came to me.

“John Bracken is that really you?” I asked.

“In the flesh.” He answered his breath needing a mint. John looked at the ring on my finger and then he looked around the bar. “You here alone?”

“Yeah, were separated right now.” I replied embarrassed. I just couldn’t bring myself to take the canlı bahis siteleri ring off.

We talked for a few minutes before he asked me to dance. I really wanted to just drink but it seemed rude to decline. I’m not much of a dancer and John was worse. Still we attempted not to look too stupid. Maybe it was the booze, or maybe it was the fact I hadn’t had sex with anyone but myself in over a month.

“You have someplace we can go?” I asked.

“Sure! I live just down the road.” John said a little too happily.

I didn’t remember any housing in this area. But it had been years since I had been here. Against my better judgement I hopped in his truck leaving my car in the lot. We only drove maybe a half a mile before he pulled into the back of a self-storage lot. Tucked in the corner was an old camper. He didn’t even open the door to help me out.

“Would you like a beer?” John asked as we entered his palace on wheels.

“Sure.” I answered hoping I could find one place clean enough to sit down.

I looked around, the place looked bigger outside but it did have a nice sized bedroom in the back. The kitchen was decent sized, the one wall had a kick out with a large couch. The place could use a good airing out. I knew the quicker we got this over with the sooner I could get back to moms.

John was no better with women now than he was in high school. I made the first move again. I walked back to the bedroom and sat on the mattress.

“You really want to do this?” The dumb ass asked.

“You want me to go?” I asked almost wishing now he did.

“No!” He shot back quickly. “I just want to make sure …”

“John no more talking.” I said rudely.

He seemed to finally understand that this might actually happen. I started to undress and he peeled off his shirt and pants. I knew the booze must be really in control now as his belly hung over his briefs. I saw my reflection in the mirror on the bathroom door and knew he was getting no prize either.

I slipped off my panties and laid back on the dishevel bed. John approached with his white briefs and black socks on.

“Eat me!” I demanded.

John obeyed my command falling to his knees to service me. Although we had never had sex before, I checked my mental notebook. I remembered he had a reputation as a lousy lay and quick on the draw. I was going to get mine before he got his.

If he was a lousy fuck he was worse at eating pussy, but in my present state that was enough. I closed my eyes and thought of Roger and how he wasn’t much better at first. It took some time to train him but once he had it down he could make me squirm in anticipation. God he was so eager to please me. I felt that familiar tingle between my legs.

I looked down in disappointment, John was just slobbering hoping he hit something important. I gripped his head and guided him back to the spot he was lucky enough to find just moments before. Even then he couldn’t just concentrate long enough to set me off.

With my frustration building I just fucked his face. Ah! There it is! The tingle turned into a greedy throbbing and then to that familiar sizzle of an orgasm. I screamed bloody murder as I rode his face. John seemed concerned someone would hear me as he pulled loose. My stomach clenched, my legs clamped shut, my fingers strummed just above my sensitive clit.

“Fuck me!” I growled.

John no longer worried about the earlier outburst as he pushed his briefs down. I moved to the center of the bed, his large belly brushed against mine. His cock searched for my entrance. I could smell myself on his face and turned away. John grabbed the top sheet and wiped his face just he entered me.

The sheets reeked of his sweat. The weight of his body pushed me deep in the cheap mattress. Between the aroma of my pussy and his bad breath I struggled to get fresh air. The only hope I had was he would finish soon. John grunted and moaned, he was sweating like he had run a marathon. I looked at the mirror and saw he was wearing the black socks with his briefs still around his thighs.

Then I looked at me. If I wasn’t so drunk I might have seen how far I had sunk. Instead it was a blur of hate and self-pity as John jumped my bones. I saw the reflection of my wedding ring just before the big lug pulled out and shot his wad all over my belly.

I looked down and saw the cum pooled near my bellybutton and now filled the small hole. The good news? He was done and hadn’t cum in me. The bad news, I was still here. John rolled off still entwined in his briefs and wearing those stupid black socks.

Without a word I headed to the bathroom to clean up. Once inside I wish I hadn’t. It looked like the worst gas station restroom I had ever been in. I ran some water and found a dirty towel. It was dry so I guessed he hadn’t taken a shower before he went out. I would have sat down on the toilet and cried but it was too disgusting to even contemplate that.

I didn’t think I was in there that long but I guess I was. When I came out John was sprawled on the bed snoring. I quietly dressed and looked back at him still wearing the black socks. I closed the door and started back to my car. I figured after walking a half mile I was sober enough to drive back to moms. I opened the door to the house and the alarm started to beep. Then I panicked.

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