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My crutches lay beside the metal cafe chair. My short skirt hiked up enough he could see my short stump spread outward and the shaved pussy beside it. He sat at a table about five feet away. No one else could see what he was watching. I had glanced around before I exposed myself to him. I could almost see the drool from the corner of his mouth and I was milking it for all I could get. My fingers danced over the soft rounded end of my stump, slipped firmly over the pale scar stretching from one side to the other. I resisted touching my sopping wet pussy … for now.

“Miss,” I heard him call to the late twenty something server wrapped in a blouse so tight everyone could see all the details of her smallish breasts uncovered by a bra. The nipples looked like small mountains pressing outward. A gentle bounce occurred with each step.

She stopped and turned back towards him. “Yes-s,” she drawled slowly stretching the word out forever. She stood a little straighter pulling her shoulders back making her breasts press even more against the blouse.

“Nice,” he whispered with an expanding smile. “I’d like another coffee. And another for the lady at that table.” He casually pointed towards me.

She leaned close to his ear and whispered, “You into amputees?” then stood nodding with a big smile. “Now-w that is nice.” She did not wait for a reply and walked towards the cafe door. He watched her hips sway under the short skirt as her long legs took each step wondering what she had been suggesting, what she might look like with one leg.

I coughed. More like I was just clearing my throat, just enough to catch his attention again. She was out of sight and he turned back towards me. Now it was time to touch my pussy, just a light drag through the wetness before licking my finger as though I was sucking a cock.

The server sat the cup of steaming coffee on my table. Her head remained close to my face for a moment longer than necessary. Her fragrance filled my nostrils.

“Thanks,” I whispered. “Did I overhear you tell him you thought I was nice looking?”

Her face turned towards mine and nodded with a renewed smile. “Hope you don’t mind.”

“To look at?” I paused a little. “Or to be this way?”

She cleared her throat and stood taller. “I shouldn’t say.” She walked to his table and put the second coffee down.

“You didn’t answer her,” he said.

Her hand dragged along her left thigh near the hip. “I can’t answer that … it’s … too personal.” The slightest end of her index finger now dragged across the wetness of her lower lip, pausing part way across in a suggestive manner.

I watched them talk. I knew Mark was rock hard. I felt a sudden gush of wetness drip out of my pussy. My hand gripped the coffee cup harder as I tried to calm myself. I failed. She walked away. I lusted as I watched her ass wiggle.

I mouthed, “You think she?” and then sipped the coffee as he nodded. “Invite her,” I mouthed. He nodded again. I let a finger rest inside my pussy, just filling a growing need. I sipped the coffee. My hand moved the finger from the wet pussy and the palm rested over the end of my stump, fondling lightly, filling another need. Mark nodded again watching me play in the space exposed by my stump pulled to one side. My tongue wetted my lip again thinking about how he had licked me through a wonderful orgasm earlier.

She returned with the check and held it under a single long finger as she bent leaving her face near his. “I put the ladies coffee on your check,” she whispered.

He moved his lips closer to her ear. “You’d look lovely if you were like her.” Mark smiled. He drew back slightly.

She sighed deeply covering his face with her sweet breath. “Yeah. I wish,” she whispered softly, sensually. Her face remained close to his, her body bent nicely at the hip and waist. “It’s a dream.”

“Doesn’t have to be … you know.” He wrote on the back of a business card and slipped it under her finger still pressing against the check. “First one is our number, the other is a doctor.”

She stood. Her erect nipples pressed firmly against the tight blouse. Her lips slightly open in a rounded ‘O’ as she gazed into his eyes searching for something that might indicate he was teasing her. She did not find such a clue.

I stood and gathered my crutches under my arms while brushing my skirt to make sure nothing was uncovered. I took a few steps, looked back over my shoulder, and then continued down the sidewalk and left at the next street.

My back pressed hard against the brick wall of the building as Mark rounded the corner. I could feel his heat and pulled his waist closer. His lips covered mine. I did not care what others thought. My tongue searched for the depths of his mouth. I could feel his erection against me.

“Oh goddamn,” I roared into his mouth. “She was so-o hot.” I let my tongue explore his mouth again for a moment. “Wasn’t she? Do you think she really…?” I just let the question go unfinished. I knew he knew exactly what I was asking, one of the joys of having canlı bahis şirketleri been married for a while, even if only for short time. I let the short stump press against his thigh, then his crotch, and rub around. “Let’s go back to the hotel and fuck,” I whispered into his ear.

–

The towel dangled from one hand as I hopped naked from the bathroom. A few drops of moisture rolled softly down one breast a little farther with each hop. One crested a nipple. Mark had left for a several day business trip and I was alone with my thoughts. I stopped in front of the tall dressing mirror and admired my body. A finger and thumb twisted at a nipple. I moaned and pulled on it a little. “Oh baby,” I whispered aloud watching my short stump move about next to the long whole leg. I lifted it out to one side and looked at my freshly shaved pussy. “Yeah baby,” I said louder.

The cell phone on top of the dresser next to the mirror rang and begun to spin slightly. I reached out, unfolded it, and placed it to my ear. “Hello?”

“I don’t think you know my name. It’s Emily. I was the server at the cafe in Rockville last week. Do you remember?”

“How could I forget?” I chuckled. “Great body.”

“Yeah, but not as nice as yours baby.” She sighed. “Was that your husband?”

“Mark … yes, for a few months. We took a drive and spent the night at the hotel nearby.”

“I don’t know if this is a good time. I need to talk to you. I waited a few weeks, but I can’t wait any longer.”

“Why?” Of course, I already knew exactly why.

“I need to … ah, this is crazy.”

“Tell me. I will understand.”

“I saw you sitting there. I was going mad. I didn’t know if I could walk past you without … ah, messing my panties up.”

“Wow. You really do want to be like me, don’t you? He and I suspected.” I hopped to the bed and bounced once as I sat down. My leg straightened and I flexed my ankle as I looked along the leg. I wiggled my toes enjoying the feel of not being able to do the same with the other leg.

“Crazy, huh?”

“Not really.”

“You make it sound like you wanted to be that way.” I could hear her breathing over the soft whisper of her hesitating voice. It was labored and deep, with many sighs between words.

“Uh-huh.” I nodded even though she could not see me.

“Did you ever know others that wanted the same thing?”

“Not really. I thought I was alone in that department. I didn’t care. I knew how much I wanted it and that was all that mattered.”

“I’m pacing around my apartment on my crutches now.”

“Do you have your leg bound up?” I asked. “That’d be cool.”

“Exciting,” I replied.

“Really?”

“Yeah-h. Listen, ah, how far away are you? Could I drive there and visit. You know, talk about this feeling.”

“Concord is just seventy five miles. Sure. We could talk. Just you and me, or you want Mark here too?”

“Today and tomorrow are my days off. Do you mind if it is just the two of us?”

I gave her direction and closed the phone, then flopped back on the bed. A finger filled my pussy and rubbed against my clit. I rocked my hips upwards and watched my hand and fingers fill the space between my thigh and stump. It did not take long to knock off several quick orgasms in a row.

–

The front door closed slowly as I watched Emily crutch into the living room. The space below the left side of her long full knee length dress was empty with a slight bulge behind the hip.

“It seemed like I should come this way … you know.” She sat on the couch and placed her crutches neatly parallel to the front of it.

“How was the drive?” I asked as I sat at the other end of the couch and twisting my body to face her. “You look nice that way.”

“No I don’t. I look like I’m pretending. My foot sticks out. I never go out in public like this. I just hate having to pretend.” She folded her hands in her lap and looked as if she were about to cry.

I watched her talk. A hand moved from her lap and she rubbed the folded knee lightly. “Yeah. I know.” We were silent for ten seconds or so. “How long a stump?”

“Pretty fuckin’ short,” she exclaimed, then covered her mouth with a few fingers. “Sorry. That came out wrong.”

“No, no. Listen, I understand exactly.” I pulled my skirt up exposing my stump. “Maybe this length?” I smiled and leaned back against the arm of the couch as I moved my stump around.

“Yup. Just like that.” Emily tentatively reached her hand towards the stump, and then pulled back.

“It’s okay. Go ahead.” I slipped my hips forwards so the stump was free of contact with the couch. Her fingers lightly grazed the rounded mass and felt along the light colored skin of the scars. “It won’t break,” I teased. “Go ahead and massage it firmly if you want.”

Her palm cupped the end of the stump and began to knead it like dough. I nodded approvingly.

“You got to pick the length.”

“Yup. The surgeon and I spent a while talking about the pros and cons of different stump lengths and shapes. canlı kaçak iddaa She was willing to make it look however I wanted. You know … a custom stump.” I laughed.

“‘Stumps R Us’ so to speak.” She laughed and continued to massage my stump. “Mark gave me a second number and said it was the surgeon to talk to.”

“Yeah, Dr. Roth. Susan is a great person and truly understands people like us.”

“A woman? Is she an amputee?”

“No. She says it would be too hard to do surgery on one leg, so she is happy to just make amputees.”

“Here in this country?”

“Nah. Just across the border, but easy to get to.” Emily added the other hand to my stump as I talked. “Baby, that feels so good.” I felt a fingertip slip inside the elastic of my panties, then touch the wetness dripping from my pussy.

“Someone’s excited,” she moaned letting her fingertip slip along the crest of my pussy lip. “Ya mind?” she asked as the finger moved up and down along the wet ridge several times. My head shook slightly in answer.

–

My ass rested against the edge of the kitchen counter, a cup of steaming coffee resting next to me as I held my cell phone to my face. I was naked, barefooted, and my crutches leaned in the corner of the counter by the refrigerator.

“Yeah, she just drove off,” I told Mark.

“Did she spend the night?”

My head nodded as I said, “Yes. Damn fine body too.” I listened to him sigh. “Don’t worry. She seemed more than willing to be with you after she returns.” I paused and listened again. “Yeah. Two hot bodies with one leg each. Bet you’re hard as a rock.” I nodded as I listened.

I closed the phone and crutched to the patio with the cup dangling from one hand. I settled in the metal chair with a padded cushion. My only foot rested against the railing as I stared towards the ridgeline just past the edge of the property. My toes wiggled slightly as I sipped slowly at the still hot coffee between soft blows of my breath though the steam. I loved the seclusion of our home and felt comfortable with my nudity.

A finger filled my pussy as I placed the cup on the table beside the chair. My head rocked back and my mouth fell open as a second finger snaked in beside the first. Soon a fingertip from the other hand began circling my clit and loud moans flowed from my open mouth.

–

I pulled the cover from the turkey microwave dinner and scraped everything onto a plate. The blackness of the night filled the French doors out to the patio. Still mostly naked other than one of Mark’s white dress shirts, my cell phone in the pocket began ringing.

“Hey darling,” I said to Mark.

“Heard from Emily?”

“Nope. I suspect it might be a few days before she gets there and has anything to report.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. Listen, I need to stay another night.”

“You didn’t find a bevy of amputee women, did you?” I laughed.

“No baby. You are the only one for me. It’s so rare to find anyone that ‘wanted’ to be that way.”

“I often wonder how rare it really is. We found Emily. I bet there are others.”

“That could be. Would you want to have a bunch of friends like you?”

“Might be interesting, but you know that might tempt me to want more gone.”

“Really? I’d never thought about such things.”

“Hey, I love you and miss you darling. Hurry home and fuck me silly. My fingers are getting sore.” I laughed.

“Yeah, I’m getting tired of jerking off by myself too.”

I listened to his laugh and suddenly felt very turned on. “Say baby, I’ll keep you posted on Emily. I need to eat my turkey before it gets cold. I also need to deal with my sopping wet pussy that misses you so much.” I closed the phone and forked a piece of turkey into my mouth.

My mind filled with Mark’s question and quickly the meal lost its flavor. I pushed the plate towards the center of the table and chugged the rest of the glass of merlot. I wanted more wine. Instead, I sat the glass down and crutched to the bedroom.

I threw myself headlong onto the large bed and sought relief kneeling face down on the pillow. My pussy ground against a hand. I wanted something else there. I knew not what. “Fuck me!” I screamed aloud. My wetness dripped down a thigh. Fingers dug deeps inside me. My hips thrust harder. My breasts swayed with each thrust. “Fuck!” I screamed repeatedly. The orgasm seemed remote, far away, … unattainable. I did not give up. I thought of Emily having her leg amputated. “Eat me baby,” I roared with thoughts of our night together.

I rolled to one side and pulled one of the dildos from the nightstand. I wetted it by driving it in and out of my mouth several times. My pussy was so wet I did not have to do that. I resumed my position on one knee and filled myself with the long thick object in a single rapid thrust. “Oh baby!” I purred. She had used it on me and then left it behind. I looked through the space beneath me and watched the cock fuck me as my short stump faked the movement of a full thigh. I wanted Mark nestled against canlı kaçak bahis my ass filling my cunt with himself. This would do. I wanted her too.

“Ah,” then “Oh,” alternated as the orgasm swept over me. The words were not necessary. They excited me though and I loved to be loud at times. This was one of those times. It was becoming so intense. All I could do was fall onto my side as I slammed the dildo faster into me. I bit my lower lip and let the waves of orgasm wash over me.

–

Sitting on the deck dressed only in a long tee shirt and lost in a dream, I did not hear Mark close the door and walk though the house. I felt his hands on my shoulders and he kissed my head.

“Missed ya,” I whispered without moving, only feeling his hands slip along my chest and grip my breasts.

His lips pecked along my neck and across my cheek. “Yeah,” he groaned. “I need you … big time.”

I stood and hopped a few steps to the lounge chair where I quickly stripped my tee shirt off and dropped it on the floor. “Show me your weapon,” I teased spreading my thighs a wide as I could. As if that was not enough, I spread my pussy lips with two fingers. “I’ve been ready since you left … big stud.” I grinned showing him a nice set of white teeth in the process before dragging my tongue seductively across my lower lip. “Eat me, fuck me, … just take me.”

His clothes covered my tee shirt in a messy pile. His erection seemed longer, harder. Maybe I was just exceptionally horny. I reached out and pulled the handle closer to my mouth.

“Stand there,” I begged softly as I kissed the warm firm flesh the swallowed a few inches several times. “There, it’s ready.” I laughed and pulled it towards my pussy.

–

The morning sun filled the bedroom as Mark and I stood under the water streaming from the showerhead. I leaned forward against the wall and rode his cock entering my cunt from behind. His soapy hands washed my breasts, teased my nipples, and rubbed my stomach as he slapped against my ass repeatedly. I thrust my hips backwards and took a few more inches inside.

“Baby, fuck your one legged lover … so-o good.” I moaned, not for effect, but because I was having a good time. “Baby-y,” I drawled rocking my ass side to side. The wet slapping of his body against my hips continued as he reached down and grabbed my stump, pulling it to one side. “Yeah, hold my stump … like that.”

“Might just have to be late for work,” he groaned forcing his cock even deeper and leaving it there as he began to unload a hard stream of cum.

“Darling, you say the nicest things. I could call in too. A morning of fucking sounds good.”

“I love that about you.” He slammed his cock in me again, sometimes leaving it still to squirt another load before continuing.

“Will you bend me over the dinning room table?”

“Hey, I’ll fuck you all over the house today. I feel like I have a thousand cums just waiting.” He laughed while fondling my stump and just standing with his spent cock still filling me.

I wiggled my hips feeling his cock begin to slip out. “Damn baby,” I moaned and turned in his arms.

“Heard from Emily?”

“Been two weeks since she left here.” I massaged his chest with my soapy hands and nibbled his lips feeling a little cool water mix with the hot as the water heater began to run out of hot water. I reached over and twisted the handle until the water stopped.

“I hope she is doing well.” He looked deep into my eyes. “You’re holding back. You’ve talked to her, haven’t you?”

I nodded a few times and grinned. “Yesterday … before you got home.”

“Well-l-l, tell me.”

“She’s up and crutching around. The sutures come out at the end of the week. It sounds like she is quite happy with the results.”

“Wow-w.”

“She wasn’t clear about when she would come back here.”

“Oh. Why?”

“Guess she is having fun with a few other’s down there.” I laughed. “I remember how I felt. It was strangely fun. Like being some place where I was accepted for the first time.”

His pounding fuck intensified as I spoke again about my experience at the hospital with the other new amputees. I spread my leg to the side until it felt like it was going to break off and enjoyed the weight of his body on mine.

My knee pulled tighter against my chest letting my hips feel like both legs were gone. “Just maybe I should go back and get rid of this other fucking leg,” I slowly groaned staring up into his eyes and letting my fingers roam across his chest. It felt like his cock was about to touch the upper reaches of my body as he slammed himself forcefully one more time. “Yeah baby, just think of me with two very short stumps.” I squeezed his nipple and twisted it between my thumb and finger. His cum rocketed into my cunt. Then again. He kept filling me with hot streams of thick cum. Just the way I loved. “Oh baby-y,” I moaned loudly struggling not to wrap my single leg around him, just wanting him to enjoy the feel of me as if I had no legs.

He fell beside me as his cum drained onto the sheet. “Darling,” he started. I knew what he was about to ask. I waited and let my hand stroke his softening cock. I grinned and pecked at his lips between nods of my head. “Darling, are you serious, ah, you know, about not having legs?”

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The room is dim, the color of twilight. I’m sitting on the couch, my feet curled up under me on one side. The small lamp next to me is on. On my lap, I have a magazine. I’ve been leafing through it, trying to concentrate on the words before me, but my mind keeps drifting. I look up at the clock on the wall and note the time… *sigh… I put the magazine down and walk over to the fireplace. Kneeling down, I put in one…two…three logs. I wad up a piece of newspaper and place it between a couple of the logs. Then another piece of paper. I lean over and grab the long handled lighter… Click..Click… A small flame emerges… I sit there, staring at the tiny flame, for a second or two. My mind drifting back to last night. How wonderful it was to be in your arms, so safe. I break away from my daydream and put the small flame to the newspaper, eating it away. I watch as the flame starts to roll over the logs. Satisfied, I stand up. Crossing my arms over my chest, rubbing opposite arms, wishing it were your hands instead of my own.

I turn and walk over to the window. I pull back the soft white lace and peer outside. Looking down the road, for a hopeful sign, I see nothing. I let my eyes wander. The sun has dipped below the horizon, leaving only a colorful array of clouds in the sky, not quite dark yet. Autumn. My favorite season. So much color. The trees swaying in the wind, the fallen leaves dancing with an unseen spirit. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I notice headlights coming this way. My heart skips a beat, my pulse quickens. As I watch the lights, my heart sinks low as the car passes. I let the lace curtain fall from my fingers and step back from the window.

I walk over to the couch, and lie down, my head resting on my hands, and I drift off into a light slumber.

In my dreams, I see you come in the door. Your face lights up as you look over in my direction. I jump up and quickly close the distance between us. Your arms go around me and I can feel the cold on your clothes. After a quick hug, I pull back from you, staring into your eyes. So much love there. I help you take off your coat and pausing for a second, you lean in and brush your lips to mine, in a soft kiss.

As I turn to take your coat over to the closet, I ask you how your day was. illegal bahis You don’t answer. I put the coat on a hanger and I feel you behind me. Your hands playing a light melody on my bottom. I go to turn toward you, but you softly whisper in my ear “no” as you kiss my neck. You take my earlobe between your lips and nibble on it slightly. Your hands travel up my back and over my shoulders, down my arms, and intertwining our fingers. You come to my side, and with one arm behind my legs, you scoop me up, taking me over to the fireplace. Kneeling down, you gently lay me down on the soft rug. You reach over to a nearby chair and snatch a small pillow and put it under my head. One hand reaches up and softly runs the length of my cheek. Eyes locked with mine, you run your finger over my jaw, down my neck, over my collar, and to my blouse. Not breaking our gaze, you begin to unbutton my blouse, softly playing with the skin as you expose my flesh inch by inch, tugging the blouse from my pants once it was completely unbuttoned.

Slipping a couple fingers in my waistband, eyes still locked with mine, you pull my black pants and silk black panties down over my hips. I lift, letting you pull them from me. Over my legs, past my knees, and past my calves and feet. You toss them over to the chair. On your knees now, you take your shirt off. As you do, I watch the light from the fire dance across your chest. You toss your shirt to where my pants are, and lie down next to me. I sit up and pull my arms from my blouse, and toss it with the rest. On my knees, I walk over to your legs, undo the button and zipper, and tug at the waist bands of your boxers and jeans, pulling them over your thighs, down past your knees, and over your feet. With one arm over my breasts, supporting my white lace bra, I reach back and unhook it. I pull one arm out of the straps, then switching arms, I pull the other out, and lay next to you on my back.

You prop yourself up on one elbow, and smile down at me. You pick up the bra and toss it over your shoulder. With a playful look in your eye, you lower your lips to my right breast and flick at my nipple with your tongue. Your free hand reaches up and lightly brushes against the skin of my left breast. Teasing. You take my nipple into your mouth and lovingly illegal bahis siteleri taste it, your hand taking more of the other breast into your palm. I close my eyes, and enjoy the sensations you send through me, running one of my hands over your hair and stopping at the back of your neck, pulling you to me more. Letting my nipple fall from your mouth, you come to my lips. Kissing me warmly. I feel the intensity of the kiss increase, knowing your desire is close to uncontrollable. Your hips are pressed against me, and I can feel your hardness against my leg.

You whisper my name as you trail your kisses over my shoulder. Feather soft, yet passion soaked kisses trailing over my skin, between my breasts to my belly. My tummy quivers at your touch. your hands moving down my sides and to my hips, softly massaging. I look down at you as you rest your head against my thigh. You smile up at me and blow cool air at my sex. *giggle* You’ve positioned your self between my legs. With a strong arm and hand, you lift my leg up and over to one side, opening me to you. You kiss my thighs, my panty line, and then my swollen lips. A bolt of electricity surges through me as you stick out your tongue and slither it between my lips.

In an instant, you have me under a spell, driving me to the edge of reality. Your mouth playing me like an instrument meant only for a symphony. Effortlessly, my body moves to have more, never wanting to escape from this moment. As I begin to feel the waves of pleasure roll over me, I let out a soft moan, meaning for it to be a word, yet my vocals betray me as it only allows sounds of pleasure to escape. Wave after wave washes over me, and somewhere down below, the world has become a separate time and place as I soar higher and higher, with only you as my guide.

Dreamily floating back to the earth, I find you smiling up at me. Kissing the insides of my legs. In your eyes, I see you asking if I’m ready… I nod, and you pull yourself up to kiss me. Without even trying, our bodies shift and I feel your hardness enter my soft folds. You cradle my face in your hands. Your body glued to mine. Pulling your head back to look into my eyes as you start to move within me. My legs go up and around your waist, locking you in. You kiss the tip of my nose, canlı bahis siteleri and tell me that you love me. The feel of the wet, warm, hardness inside me turning my blood to searing hot lava. Our bodies matching each other’s movements, sounds of happiness coming from us both, singing in a chorus that only heaven would understand the words.

I tighten my muscles around you, wanting only to hold you there for all eternity. In a swift move, you take me in your arms and pull us both up, so that you’re sitting on your knees and I’m cradled in your lap. I shift my hips, rocking in your lap, sliding on the length of you. My arms around you, I run my fingers up and down your back, scratching enough for you to feel pleasure, and not pain. Your tender hands roaming over my upper body. I rest my head on your shoulder, feeling so much at one time… comfort, urgency, love, passion, ecstasy, and devotion…all wrapped in one indescribable emotion.

Some how, still joined, bodies as one, you take your feet out from under you, and lie back. Taking control, I place my small hands on your chest and let my body do as my instincts know it should. Pulling myself straight up, my hips begin gyrating. My hands travel up my body and into my hair.

Rising…then descending… rising… and descending… You lift your hips to match me… both of us driven by desire… with only one goal, to be completely enveloped in each other’s souls. My head falls forward, my long hair grazing your chest… I hear your happy moans, and I throw back my head… Staring straight into your eyes, feeling your pace quicken, I know our reality is about to become one time stopping moment.

In… Out… In.. Out… Our love and passion colliding bringing us to the brink of ecstasy… Eyes locked together, everything around us disappears. Only you and I existing in a universe full of heavenly beauty. As we come back to real life, whispered words of love are exchanged. I lower my body to yours, only wanting to be in this moment, only wanting to be in your arms, so warm, in your arms…

The sound of the door opening brings me out of my dream. I sit up to see you coming in the door…Your face lights up as you look over in my direction… I jump up and quickly close the distance between us. Your arms go around me. I feel the cold on your clothes. After a quick hug, I pull back from you, staring into your eyes. So much love there. I help you take off your coat and pausing for a second, you lean in and brush your lips to mine, in a soft kiss…

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The following story is going to be at least a 10-parter, with each chapter in a different category. If you enjoy this story, I’m afraid you’ll have to go find each part. Hope it’s worth it.

Part 1: Non-Erotic.
Part 2: First Time
Part 3: Loving Wives
Part 4: Exhib & Voy
Part 5: Lesbian
Part 6: Interracial
Part 7: Letters and Transcripts
Part 8: Romance

The Anvil made for the southern coast of France. Around mid September, she found a port and docked. The port was run by a harbormaster who was willing, for a price, to forget that the Anvil was docked there.

William left a few of his crew in the harbor town, and then headed inland. They arrived at Charlotte’s home about two days later. As soon as she arrived, a middle-aged man came running down to meet her. Then he just threw his arms around Charlotte. William just stood back puzzled.

When she finally got loose from the man’s embrace, she introduced him as Lord Pierre Duvalier. Pierre had been her father’s dearest friend. When he got over the astonishment of seeing Charlotte, he told her how sorry he was to hear about her father. It had been such a tragedy, a random robbery taking such a good man.

Pierre was still trying to console his old friend’s daughter, when she began to tell him the most astounding story. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Lord Andre wouldn’t dare. But apparently he had. And he had murdered his old friend. A fire lit in the man’s eyes. A fire that hadn’t been there in a long time.

Lord Duvalier had no family. He had been married many years ago, but his beautiful wife had died in childbirth, and the baby hadn’t survived. Despairing of life and seeing no purpose in his, he had met Charlotte’s father. The man had treated Pierre like a brother, and when Charlotte was born, it was like she was his daughter as well.

Six years later, when Charlotte’s mother had died, it had been Pierre who consoled his dear friend. He convinced him to live on. If not for himself, than for Charlotte. Over the years, the two men had become inseparable. Now, finding out that his dear friend had been murdered was too much for the good man to stand. He would avenge Francois, if it was the last thing he did.

In the meantime, however, the estate had to be put back into order. With the Count dead, and no heir around, running the estate had fallen to Bridget Ribot. Bridget was in her mid-forties and had been the head servant on the estate for years. In fact, Charlotte couldn’t remember a time when the woman hadn’t been around. She was honest and efficient, and Charlotte had honestly never heard anyone say a bad word about her.

Actually, the reason that Charlotte couldn’t remember a time before Bridget was simply that Bridget had been with her father since before Charlotte was born. She’d actually been a friend of Charlotte’s mom, and when she and Francois had been married, she had convinced her new husband to employ Bridget. It was a favor that the count had never regretted. Bridget had been a loyal friend, and an efficient servant from that day forward. Within two years she had been given control of the entire staff, and had kept it in her capable hands.

Now, with her master dead, she had done what she could to keep the estate together. And she had done a fantastic job. Under her leadership, the servants had been paid, the work had been kept up, and the house and lands had been kept out of disarray. Bridget was delighted to see Charlotte. Now with the heir returned, the estate would remain stable.

Pierre wanted to go immediately to Paris and report what they knew to the king. But Charlotte begged him to stay for a while. She had been gone long enough, that she was unfamiliar with some of the people the estate dealt with now. She needed Pierre to introduce her to people and also to help William get acquainted with the area.

Reluctantly, Pierre agreed to stay in the area through the end of the year. He did get one bonus out of it. Bridget. Bridget was a marvel. Oh she might not be a young maid any longer, and honestly she was a bit plump now. But she was still a fine figure of a woman with beautiful blonde hair, and just a pleasure to be around.

Meanwhile, Charlotte and William were inseparable. Wherever Charlotte went, she made sure William was with her. She couldn’t help it. She just felt safe when he was around. They spent every night together, and more nights than not they made love. For Charlotte it was so nice to please someone with her body because she wanted to, and not because she was forced to. And it was so wonderful to be with a man who actually wanted to please her as well.

The second week they were there, she asked William to do something she had thought she would never do again. She asked him to take her up her behind. Bill couldn’t believe that she wanted him to do that. After all she had always said that it was the most awful thing that she had been forced to do. Charlotte agreed that it had been, but she bahis firmaları didn’t want to always remember it that way. She wanted to see if she could do that with someone she loved, and make a pleasant memory out of it.

In a strange way, Bill could understand that. He tried to be very gentle with his lover. He kissed her neck and gradually kissed his way down her spine. His lips and tongue brought little shivers from Charlotte. As he kissed her, he reached his hand between her legs and found she was already sopping wet. For some reason, the idea of this really had the girl excited.

Bill bent Charlotte over the bed, and entered her cunny from behind. He was always amazed at how incredibly hot it was inside her body. It felt incredible, and from the moans Charlotte was making, she seemed to be enjoying it as well. William began to thrust in and out of her. He tried to go as deep as he could, but not too fast. He wanted to keep Charlotte excited and not cause either of them to finish yet.

When Charlotte was so close that she was slamming her body back into him, William pulled his shaft from her vaginal entrance and placed it at the other aperture. Charlotte was so incredibly excited that she just had to have him inside her somewhere, anywhere. She slammed her body back, and plugged her own behind with William’s cock. The woman had no problem getting it in. She had done this so many times, that part of it was no problem.

Before, every time she had done this she had felt degraded and used. But this felt so incredibly good. William had reached around her and was rubbing her clit as she slammed her rear end against him. God she was so close, and that rod felt so wonderful up inside there. Then she couldn’t take any more. Charlotte let out a howl and began slamming into William over and over, trying to drive his cock as far up her butt as she could get it. Finally, she just pushed her behind up against Bill as hard as she could, and then began wiggling her butt. A second later, William let out his own animalistic sound and began to cum inside that incredible woman. It was several minutes later, before two sweaty exhausted lovers could even gather themselves enough to speak.

When they could talk, Charlotte asked William if they could just stay where they were. At first, William thought she just meant in bed. But then he realized she meant on the estate in France. His first reaction was shock. How could they possibly do that? Later, though, William began to think that it wasn’t a bad idea. After all, he was a pirate, it wasn’t like he had a real home to go back to.

But what about Andre? He had to pay for what he did. Charlotte felt differently, though. “I know I should want revenge for everything he did to me, but it’s so wonderful being here with you that I just find myself forgetting about it. Is that so bad? Maybe we just finally deserve to have peace in our lives.”

That made so much sense. What did he have to go back to? Nothing. He couldn’t stay anywhere very long. On land, if anyone found out who he was, he would be caught and hanged. Here he could have a life. The estate was beautiful. There were vineyards rich with grapes, and he had a beautiful woman that he loved. And thank God, for some reason she loved him as well. Yes, they could stay.

The next day, William told his crew what he intended. To his shock, they all decided to stay as well. After all they told him, they didn’t have any more of a home to go back to then he did.

William sent one of his men back to the harbor. The harbormaster assured him that if he continued to be paid, he could forget about a certain ship for as long as they wanted.

Even Pierre thought it was a great idea. As much as he wanted to see Andre punished, he wanted to see Charlotte happy even more. And one thing he knew for certain was that William made her happy.

It was just then that Bridget came in. She said that there was a problem in the vineyards. Charlotte was going to go with her, but Pierre told her to relax. He could take care of it.

The lord followed Bridget to the fields. Sure enough it was a very minor problem. One of the field hands had fallen and broken an arm. With Bridget’s help it took only a few minutes to set the arm and send the man on his way. For the rest of his life, Pierre would wonder about what happened next. He never really thought about it at the time. But somehow, a few seconds later he found himself kissing Bridget.

They broke the kiss and Bridget just looked at him confused. He was a lord and she was just a commoner. Surely there could be nothing between them. He was wonderful man, but he was out of her reach. But then he was pulling her back to him, and this time she just let herself go with it. Later it might turn out to be a dream, but right now it was heavenly. Her lips found his and the two of them just kissed and embraced.

Pierre could have stayed that way forever. He hadn’t felt this way about a woman in so long, but they had kaçak iddaa to get back. So the two of them made their way back to the house. But Pierre kissed that lovely woman one more time before they went inside. After that, Pierre escorted Bridget inside and said his good-byes. William and Charlotte of course offered to let him take the guestroom and stay. He was going to politely decline, when Bridget simply announced that it was so nice that he was staying and that she would go make up the guestroom immediately. Well that was an offer Pierre simply couldn’t say no to.

The friends continued to talk for a while, but Pierre was a bit distracted. After all, maybe he had read more into that than there was. Maybe Bridget was just being generous in insisting that he stay. Well, he’d get his answer soon enough. Bridget had just returned and announced that Lord Duvalier’s room was ready.

Pierre said his good nights, and allowed the chief servant to lead him to his room. When they arrived, Pierre went in. Then Bridget followed him and closed the door. Lord Duvalier didn’t need any more hints, he pulled the lovely blonde into his arms and kissed her deeply. In a moment, her arms were holding him just as tight, and her lips were hungrily meeting his.

Bridget wasn’t sure what to do. She’d never been married, and she hadn’t been with a man in years. Oh she’d had a few dalliances when she was younger, but somehow they had never lasted very long. But this man was different. She’d known him for years and had always felt that he was one of the finest people she had ever known. He was kind and generous, and never looked down on anyone because they weren’t of noble blood. If fact several times over the years he had taken time out to help her with some menial task she would be involved in as he passed by.

Pierre was even more unsure than Bridget. He hadn’t been with a woman since his wife had died, and he hadn’t really thought he would ever feel attracted to a woman again. But Bridget was something special. In all the time he’d known her, she never seemed to let life beat her. Whatever had to be done, Bridget approached it with the simple knowledge that she could do it. After all the despair Pierre had gone through after the death of his family, he found that basic confidence incredibly inspiring and admirable. And now here was that wonderful woman, in his arms with her lips pressed to his.

The two soon to be lovers had no illusions of where this was going. They continued to hold and kiss each other as they gradually undressed. There wasn’t the desperate passion or desire of a younger couple. Rather just the calm realization that they had both found something incredible and that they were going to experience it together.

When they were both undressed, Pierre took the opportunity to look at Bridget. Certainly, she was not a maid of 20. Her skin wasn’t as firm, she had a little paunch at her belly, and her face was a little weathered. Her blonde hair had some gray streaks in it and her hands were rough from years of hard work. But she was still beautiful to Pierre. Her body was still lush and curved in all the right places, and her eyes just fascinated him. Every time he looked into her beautiful green eyes, it was like the world just stopped. Time would just stand still, and he would feel a glow of happiness go through him that he hadn’t felt in as long as he could remember.

Bridget came over and put her arms back around him. She also could see the age on her new lover. His hair was gray, and his face showed all the signs of the trouble and despair the man had gone through. When she looked at that face, all Bridget wanted to do was to bring that wonderful man some happiness and help him to live life again. She wasn’t sure how she had ended up here with him. Surely, she didn’t deserve to be here with a Lord, but this man certainly wanted her. Bridget also felt more alive than she had in many years.

Pierre turned Bridget so that her back was to him. He reached around her to caress her breasts, as he began to kiss the back of her neck. The woman just sighed happily. It felt so good, and it was so nice to feel loved.

Meanwhile, Pierre continued to cup her breasts as he turned the woman around to face him. Then he moved his mouth down to gently take one of her nipples into his mouth. Softly, he sucked the little nub and just stroked his tongue over it a couple of times. Bridget’s breasts might not be as firm as they had been 20 years earlier, but they were still large and soft, and Pierre certainly had no complaints.

Bridget loved the attention, and as much as she wanted to just relax and enjoy the sensations, she also felt an overwhelming desire to please this incredible man. She pulled his head up from her breasts, and kissed his lips. Then she began to slowly work her mouth down the front of his body. As she kissed his chest and moved down to his stomach, Bridget was delighted to hear her new lover moan with pleasure.

When she’d made it down to between his kaçak bahis thighs, Bridget wasn’t surprised to find that Pierre wasn’t hard yet. At his age, the woman knew it might take a little more for him to get going. Certainly, from his attentions, it wasn’t because she didn’t excite him. Anyway, she knew what she could do to get that thing up. So Bridget just opened her mouth and sucked the whole thing in.

Pierre couldn’t help it. He moaned again in absolute ecstasy. God, what that woman was doing. The feeling of her mouth on him was beyond wonderful. He could feel himself growing hard in there. Bridget just kept sucking and moving her mouth up and down on his rod. Finally, he couldn’t stand it any more. As good as that felt, he had to get inside this incredible lady.

Without saying a word, Pierre pulled himself out of Bridget’s mouth. As she looked up at him, he lifted her to her feet and moved them both to the bed. Arms grasping each other, the two lovers simply fell onto the bed, entwined in each other’s embrace. Pierre moved himself so that he was positioned between Bridget’s thighs, and then he simply slid himself in. She was so wet and so hot, that it really took no effort at all.

The two lovers wanted this to last as long as it possibly could. They simply lay on their sides, with Pierre inside of Bridget’s tunnel. There was no rush. Pierre just slowly and gently slid in and out of Bridget. As for the lady, she kept her arms about her lover, kissing and caressing him, as he worked his magic inside her.

It went on for a very long time. There was no overwhelming rush to orgasm. Rather the two of them kept it building slowly, but inexorably, until it just couldn’t be held back any more.

Bridget ran her hands down between Pierre’s legs and fondled his balls. That was the end of it. Pierre just couldn’t hold back any more. With a roar, he began to thrust hard and deep into Bridget. The man drove himself into her tunnel again and again, until every drop of seed, and every ounce of energy in his body had been drained from him.

After the second or third hard thrust, Bridget was going right with him. She just screamed, “OH GOD!!!”, and began thrusting back to meet Pierre. It was a few seconds after her lover had basically collapsed next to her, that Bridget also just fell back onto the bed, too exhausted to move.

The two lovers didn’t say another word that night. There was nothing to say. Pierre simply wrapped his arms around Bridget and pulled her to him. Moments later, warm in each other’s arms, the couple was fast asleep.

The next morning Pierre woke to the most incredible feeling. For a moment, he had no idea what it was. In fact he expected that he was dreaming. Then it all came back to him, the whole wonderful night. And there was Bridget. She had moved down the bed, and had his organ back in her mouth. She was just gently sucking it, and it felt like she was literally wrapping her tongue around it.

When she saw that her love was awake, Bridget went to work more seriously. She began to suck harder, and she really began to stroke that thing with her tongue. Pierre was becoming big and hard in her mouth. It was so nice to be pleasing this wonderful man. He started to pull away from her, but Bridget just held him where he was. There would be time to make love again later. Now she just wanted to give her lover as much pleasure as she possibly could

Pierre was just laying back now, as Bridget worked her magic on him. She could feel him starting to throb in her mouth. It wouldn’t be long now. She pursed her lips, and sucking very hard, slid her mouth up and down the entire shaft. Then, when she felt it begin to erupt, she plunged down to engulf as much as she possibly could.

The first blast of cum landed in her mouth, and Bridget kept sucking and working her tongue. She swallowed when she got the chance, but the main thing was to keep up the sucking. It was only when she was sure that this man she adored was completely done, and his now soft penis was shrinking and falling from her mouth, that Bridget took the time to swallow the thick, white syrup that had filled her mouth. It tasted fine, and the woman was just so happy to have been able to do that for Pierre.

After she finished, Pierre wasn’t sure that he would ever get his breath back. That had been unbelievable. When he had finally gathered himself, Pierre pulled Bridget back up so she could face him. Then he just kissed her and told her that he loved her. Bridget didn’t say anything, she didn’t have to. She just laid her head on the man’s chest and cried. After a while, she did lift her head up enough to tell Pierre that she loved him, too, but from the smile on his face, he already knew it anyway.

It was time for breakfast, and Bridget did need to get to work. Pierre tried to tell her that he could have someone else do it, but Bridget just smiled and said it was fine. She enjoyed what she did here. Everyone was very nice, and she really liked keeping everything running and in order. Now, Pierre needed to join his friends and she would be sure that a wonderful breakfast was brought to all of them. There would be time enough for their own private dessert later.

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I have been getting used to walking around with the dildo pants. My backside has a bit of a sway but the odd jolt does cause people to sometimes look but otherwise I have been fucking myself for nearly two weeks. I have thought about the bigger dildo as the middle one of 8 inches tended to move a bit when I have been wearing it for a while.

By the morning sometimes wonder if it’s inside me, once I move it reminds me. Usually by the time I have a shower my hands are trying to get inside the pants so I can play with my clit, trouble is once it’s trapped inside the little pocket in the rubber pants and my clit has swollen up I just frustrate myself as I can’t get at it and usually while walking to work or riding the bus I am in such a state I cum.

Once in work and got the morning rush out of the way I usually read my personal emails. This morning there was a reply to my email the toy company. I suddenly went red and looked around; I felt everyone knew what I was looking at. I calmed down and started to read…They thanked me for my idea and went to say though it was different it was brought it up at the product development meeting and whereas the development team pushed it to onside the Sales department said this problem of how to keep dry and yet stay wet would help them sell other devices and would like to explore this further.

From this we have done a feasibility study and found this can be achieved and It is with this in mind that we ask you if you will become a development partner and help test the development stages with you. Of course you will be compensated and you will let you have access to all toy/devices developed free of charge.

I sat back and a realised this could happen..I sat back and pushed the dildo inside me deeper. I shuddered and let out a moan and replied ‘how can I help?’.

I walked home in a daze, my legs rolling with a sexy sway as the dildo pushed against my walls..my clit was being pulled with each step. I thought about what I have agreed to . Will I have to try awkward cumbersome contraptions and injure myself.. My clit has already suffered. It used to be a little button that only came out when aroused but now my clit is always sticking out and quite thick. And once inside the little pocket I could only guess how big it got. With the blood being restricted and the rubbing of the material it must be around ½ in size. I hope it isn’t any bigger but it could be and this did scare me.

A few days went by and an email arrived from Toyland (This is what I decided to call them as their actual name is just to cumbersome) stating a package will arrive soon and please follow the instructions as sent with it.

The package arrived on Saturday, I answered the door wearing just my bathrobe and nothing underneath..well not nothing I had the dildo pants on and I had decided that morning to change the dildo to the 10 inch version. My legs had an added sway and bending and quick movement were catching me out. The extra thickness was causing me to cum a lot and the look I gave the delivery lady must have scared her as she thrust the package at me and had me to sign for it double quick and was gone.

I carried the package into the kitchen but I was in my own little world. The dildo was doing it’s job and with the tapered edge of the dildo my pussy was naturally pulling it inside me and the material when stretched when I walked pulled the dildo back. This was getting very intense as each time I orgasmed the gap between them was getting less and the more and ferocious. My world was colliding with fantasy and I was starting to lose sense of reality.

I pulled out the kitchen high stool from under the breakfast bar and sat down. The moment I did the dildo pushed up further and where before it was pushed against me cervix and had been trying to get in, it was being held back because there was not enough resistance to stop the cervix pushing the dildo back.

Now that this was not the case, the dildo was pushed in deep and went through my cervix. With the cervix penetrated it gave up all resistance and 3 inches were inside my womb. This sent sparks off in my head and I orgasmed. This was the best, most ferocious I have had since that fateful time with the mushroom dildo when it went inside my womb.
I hung onto the breakfast bar and let the waves wash over me. Where before I was sacred this time I knew I just needed to ride out the storm.. After twenty minutes I managed to lift my head up and stop sobbing. I knew If I tried to walk I will fall over as my legs were just jelly.

I took deep breaths. I could feel the dildo inside my womb and as long as I didn’t move my lower half I could manage.

Another 30 minutes went by before canlı bahis I could look at the package. I did start to wonder could take this. My mind was saying yes but my body was protesting.

I looked at the package and slowly opened it. I was quite surprised. There were instructions, tube of adhesive, a wide strip like pant liner, tube, sponge, a normal looking dildo and a buttplug but the material seemed very soft.

I read the instructions and they explained the wide strip had a peel off strip that protected you from the glue. This was a skin glue and would stick to me for up to 3 days. The idea was to seal whatever was placed inside my pussy to me. The natural body sweat would undo the glue but this will take time. The wide strip was made of a durable, resistant material and impervious to sharp objects. As the glue was very strong it had to be as the glue would perish the strip away. I though once on it’s meant to stay on until the glue gives it up.

The sponge was packed very tightly and a cord ran down and through the buttplug. The ideas were to pull the cord and this would release the sponge so it could expand. The dildo looked like nothing special. About 6 inches in length and an inch in diameter. What the blurb said the dildo will absorb the fluid I produce and expand and grow. To control the size I squeeze my pussy muscle and this will force the fluid down through the dildo into the tube where there is a non return opening so no fluid can flow back. I thought about the expand and grow the dildo can do but as long as I can force the fluid out I thought this will be ok.

The sponge which was connected to the buttplug is to be placed inside my bum and the buttplug would keep it in place. The tube that runs between the strip and sponge and run up inside the dildo would take the fluid produced from the strip into the sponge. The clever part is as the sponge absorbs the excess liquid is drained the buttplug. To stop the sponge coming out I have to squeeze my rectal muscles which will push the liquid down into the buttplug. This in turn will expand and form an ever increasing better seal. The instructions stated our calculations indicate over a 3 day period it will expand to 2 inches. As this is done slowly we do not expect you to have any discomfort.

Wow I thought 3 days! I have worn the dildo pants for long periods so I knew I could do the time. Thought about this and the strip is meant to hold and keep the dildo well sealed inside me.

I checked the instructions again and it said make sure the strip has a smooth tight contact with the skin and you have been on a liquid diet for 2 days prior.

Since I had warning the package was on its way I have been taking only liquid and as for smooth skin around my pussy I normally keep it that way but knew I need to wax my pussy area again but the thought of sticking the strip to me for 3 days scared me so I thought I won’t this time and the strip will fall away quicker.

I slowly pulled the dildo pants down but this pulled on the dildo inside my womb. This was going to push me over the edge again. I walked into the bathroom and stood in the shower.

With a determined movement I pulled the dildo out in one movement. The dildo bumped and pulled my womb entrance, this was incredible, I pushed it back in and before I realised what I was doing I was fucking my womb. Sparks were going off in my head and I loved it. If I had known fucking through into my womb would be this good I would have bought one of those dildos that look like monsters and stuck it to my door and fucked it for all it’s worth. I would have my hands free to maul my clit and tits.

I must have passed out as I looked around and wondered why I was slumped against the shower door. As came to my senses the dildo was half out. I slowly pulled it the rest of the way and licked my juices off the dildo.

I waited a few more minutes and stood up. Wow I thought these toys are going to be exciting and scary. I showered and dried and laid out the items on the floor.

First I need insert the dildo and let my lips close over the end by about ½ inch. I was to run the adhesive supplied between my lips so that a seal is formed. This was to help with stopping any leaks. As I was used to larger than 6 inches I managed to push the dildo in at least an inch, maybe more. I thought how much can it grow by, after all I can fuck my womb. I laughed at this thought as I ran the glue between my lips and squeezed them together.

They had supplied like a hood to protect my clit from being accidently glued so I put this on first and noted how tight it was. I squeezed the air out to the hood and placed it on my clit and let go. The action of sucking the bahis siteleri air back in pulled my clit right inside and held it very snug.

I am standing with a dildo sealed in my pussy, clit with a large hood on it and a tube hanging down to the sponge and buttplug. I run some lube over the sponge and buttplug and slowly push it inside my rectal passage.

Once the sponge was in I pushed the buttplug home. I took hold of the string for the sponge and squeeze my rectal muscles hard as I didn’t want the buttplug to come out as well. A quick yank and the cord was in my hand and I stood up. At that moment I realised how compact the sponge must have been as I felt the sponge tough all the walls inside me. The sponge had taken up all the room inside my back passage.

There was a bit of pressure like I know it was there but nothing unpleasant . The tube between the dildo and buttplug was taught. There was no slack at all.

I walked around a little and let it all settle down. After all I was about to seal myself for 3 days.
Well I though here goes, i laid down on my bed and pulled the protective layer off the strip. I opened my legs wide and placed the strip over my pussy and clit. I smoothed and pushed the strip to ensure it was well sealed.

That was it, I was well and truly sealed and plugged. I went to the mirror and looked at myself. The strip was flesh coloured and I looked like a unisex doll. No genitalia at all. The buttplug I noticed was shaped to follow the contours of my arse cheeks. This meant if I wore tight clothing you could not see the shape of the buttplug. The tube was small so that couldn’t really be noticed either.

I read the instructions again and I had done everything correctly, well accept the bit about being totally shaved but I thought that will work for me so all seems good.

On the second page were tips on how to enjoy my experience. One of the tips was don’t be afraid to drink. Yes you will pee but unless you drink gallons you will be fine and in fact drinking regularly will enhance things.

Another tip was the dildo will absorb your fluid and expand and grow. You will get used to this but suggest before you go to sleep at night squeeze as much liquid out of the dildo as possible as in the night it will expand and by the time you wake up you could have the dildo twice its size or more.

Twice it’s size of more! I knew it could expand but that big, I wished I hadn’t pushed it in so deep. But as long as I squeezed the fluid out it will be fine. After all with the type of exercises I have been doing for years I knew my muscles down there were quite strong.

I made a coffee and sipped, I walked around and all seemed comfortable. In fact my old dildo pants gave me much more stimulation. I sighed and thought well I’m locked in so go with it.

I put on a tight pair of jeans hoping it would add to my stimulation but it hardly made any difference. I got dressed and headed into town to meet an old friend.

Once one the bus I contemplated what I was wearing and thought well, the contraption was comfortable and 3 days is not long.

I met my friend June and we went for lunch. We were chatting away when June said she is meeting up with another friend and was going to the cinema later and would I mind if I ask her to meet up here when we leave. Of course I didn’t mind and thought if she’s a friend of June’s she will be nice.

Just as we were leaving and I had drunk 3 cups of coffee by now and holding my wee. I just thought even if the tips said go for it I just felt embarrassed to do it in public, what if it leaked or I smelled! No best to wait. Her friend arrived. Unbeknown to June the lady in question was called Susan and about 3 years ago her boyfriend left her for me. Even though he had moved on 2 years ago (I caught him in bed with the bimbo next door) I could tell she still held a grudge.

Things were getting awkward and with the tension and glares I forgot to hold my wee and let go. I could feel my pussy expand with fluid. Then the expanding stopped. Infract started to recede. I look down expecting a wet patch but I was all dry. That when I felt it. The dildo had absorbed the fluid and had expanded. I don’t know how big, maybe 9 inches and 1/1/2 inches in diameter.

Here I was sitting her looking at my friend who was totally unaware of the glares between me and Susan and my pussy being filled with a dildo. I was getting to like this feeling.

I fidgeted and twisted a little and put my hands between my legs. I tried to be discreet but Susan must have picked up on something , besides glaring at me she was looking at me in a curious way. I knew from my ex that she can be a canifying, ruthless bitch bahis şirketleri if pushed and it seems I was still pushing that button. So I steeled myself to keep still as not to give any clues away. The trouble was 3 cups of coffee can fill a dildo especially as I didn’t want to move and squeeze the excess liquid out into my backside.

By the time they both left the dildo felt huge and pushing against my cervix. With no room for the dildo to go backwards there was only one way for it to travel.

As soon as they were out it sight I clamped my legs together and squeezed my pussy muscles. I felt the heat of the liquid travel through the tube into my backside. I didn’t feel anything in my rear so I knew the sponge had done its job. I looked up and saw Susan looking at me through the window with that curious look on her face.

The dildo shrunk but not quite down to it’s original size. Not a problem I thought as I could shrink it enough.

I walked out of the coffee bar and caught the bus home. I thought about the feeling of the dildo expanding and the liquid going into my arse. This was going to be fun. The sponge must be very good as I could not feel it expand at all so there must be plenty of room for the liquid.

With all the swimming and exercises I have a pert bum and when I stand there is a 2 inches between my legs. Looking down from the mirror it’s hard to believe what is in my pussy and behind. I look like a mannequin, totally sexless and totally plugged.

I wanted to feel that fullness again from the dildo so I drank a pint of water. My belly swelled a little but that soon passed as I felt my bladder get full and knowing I will want to pee soon.

Walking round I let myself pee and fill my pussy, the dildo started to expand and I held off from squeezing it as long as possible. I knew I could let the dildo get about 10 inches and quite thick, maybe 2 and ½ inches.

I craved the full feeling the dildo gave me. I sat down as I felt the dildo expand and grow. It seemed bigger than the last time and I began to sweat as I felt the strain being put on my poor pussy muscles.

Looking at me you would not know what was going on but I could feel it all. The dildo expanded more and more. Soon it was at my cervix and into my womb. It was getting easier for the dildo to penetrate my womb and wondered should I worry. After 5 minutes the dildo seemed to have settled. It felt massive, and when I stood up to walk around I could see the vague shape of the dildo head in my womb. I lightly ran my hand over the head, I could feel the dildo, I wondered how big it was so got up and got a tape and measured the width.

I thought it was about 2 inches and found it was nearly 2 ½ inches. I felt with my hands and it seemed to narrow and this must be where my entrance to my womb had constricted the size. The length was just over 11 inches. With the extra depth I had used to help seal my pussy the dildo must be about 13 inches inside me.

I started rubbing my hands over it and I found this rubbing was exciting me further. I started to pant and push the dildo down against my pussy entrance but of course being sealed didn’t move very far but did give me friction. I started to build towards a climax. By pushing and releasing I was effectively fucking myself.

I started to speed this up and was building towards a great big orgasm. I grabbed my tits and mauled them, I pinched my nipples and I was building and building. Just as was close to the edge I grabbed my clit and squeezed. I saw stars, I kept on climaxing, I must have cum at least half a dozen times and past out.

I slowly came too with an ache in my pussy. I groaned and slowly came to my senses. I was sweaty and cold and knew I needed a shower so I stood and walked into the bathroom.

The dildo must have rubbed me raw as it seemed very sensitive down there. I remembered I do need to squeeze the fluid. I wanted to see the dildo that had given such a big orgasm, sort of a morbid fascination. I stood by the mirror and took one last look at the dildo head before it disappeared.

That’s when I realised whereas before the dildo was a vague shape now it was definitive and had grown. This thing was fucking huge, it was big before but now it must be 3 inches in diameter and about 14 inches in length.

I took a staggered away from the mirror and tried to work out how this happened. Of course it absorbs all fluid so my pussy juice was being absorbed as well. I knew I orgasmed a lot and felt I and even squirted.

I knew I had to get this down in size so I started to squeeze my pussy muscles. After a few minutes I felt the dildo was shrinking. It was working. I kept on squeezing and the fluid flowed into my behind.

As I was squeezing this was turning me on, I had to get control of myself otherwise this was about happen again. I thought 3 days would be easy but only after 12 hours I was losing control

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Chapter 5

Our first venture into “role reversal” was mind boggling and intense. My wife handled her “cock” as if she had been born with it. As exciting as it had been for both of us, I still had questions as to how far we should go. The next few weeks went by in a blur. We fucked every chance we got, two or three times a night; on the kitchen table, in the bedroom, in the shower, in the backyard under the stars …there was no place that was off limits. Our relationship hadn’t been this hot in years.

We didn’t always use “Dana’s Dick” in our coupling. But when we did, it brought out a whole new personality in my hot wife, and I have to admit, it brought out a new and different me too. I found that I started looking forward to her dressing up and putting on her “cock.” She would become the dominant partner when she did, taking control of the situation and dictating which way the night would go. Those evenings usually ended with me on my knees “sucking her off.” I relished her control and gave in to it completely. On those nights, we referred to our bedroom as “Dana’s Domain,” and pleasing each other was the only thing that mattered.

The weekend came, and we had spent the day at the beach. It was our first time to a “clothing optional beach” and my wife, it seems, had gotten naked and very horny lying in the sun, exposed to any and all who happened to pass by. So horny in fact that she masturbated on the way home. Leaning the car seat back, she slipped her hand down her pants and got herself off. I had a real hard time keeping my eyes off of what she was doing and on the road. That night as we lay relaxing on the couch, having a few drinks and listening to some Allman Brothers, we talked about the day. Dana told me how intoxicating the sun had felt on her nude body. She admitted that being naked in front of total strangers, male and female, had really made her hot. As she lay back against the pillows, she put her feet in my lap and I rubbed her toes. She playfully started rubbing her feet into my crotch. I could feel myself growing hard and told her “If you keep that up, I’m going to cum in my pants.” Looking at me through squinting eyes, she downed the rest of her drink, stood up and held her hand out to me. “Come on,” she said, “lets grab a shower and fuck.” One thing I had learned over the years was that when my wife got horny, she wanted to be fucked, and when she wanted to be fucked… she definitely let you know.

I made the rounds: locking up the house for the night, letting the dog out, turning on the alarm, etc… By the time I got to the bathroom, Dana was just stepping out of the shower and drying off with a huge towel. I stripped off my clothes and as I went to get into the shower, she reached down and grabbed my cock. “Don’t keep me waiting” she said.

I stared into her eyes and saw a look that told me it was going to be a wild night…I just had no idea how wild it was going to be.

I stood under the cascading shower for a long time, relishing the feel on my skin. Turning off the water, I stepped out of the tub and noticed that the lights in our bedroom had been turned off and I could see the warm glow of candles burning. casino şirketleri As I walked in, I could see that Dana had transformed herself and was an absolutely stunning woman.

She had on a bright red, form fitting, latex body suit, spiked red leather boots with chrome studs that ran up the sides of her calves. She wore a thin gold chain belt around her waist and like her black outfit, this one also left her boobs completely exposed.

I got my first pleasant surprise of the night, Dana’s left nipple was pierced and had a little silver ring through it. I walked over, reached out and touched the nipple ring. Her nipples were hard and her boobs had gotten really warm with the skin tight as a drum. A sure sign that Dana was getting excited and was very horny.

“Do you like it?” she asked. “I wanted to surprise you, so I didn’t wear it this morning.” “Oh yeah,” was all I could say. “Oh yeah.” Walking over to the dresser, she reached into the drawer and took out a pair or red satin panties, holding them up for me to see.

“Here, put these on,” she said.

I took the panties from her and started to walk back to the bathroom.

She stopped me “No…stay, I want to watch you put them on.”

I walked back to stand in front of Dana and started to slip them on….

She lustfully whispered, “slow … put them on slowly and come over here.”

Chapter 6

After I put on the panties, Dana patted the bed and told me sit next to her. She kissed me softly while squeezing me through the panties. I leaned over and took her right nipple in my mouth, while I “played” with her nipple ring. I heard a low humming noise deep in her throat that soon turned into moaning.

Her pants were crotchless allowing me access to her pussy. Having shaved before we went to the beach that morning, she glistened in the candle light. I started to rub her pussy, slipping one and then two fingers inside. She was wet and getting wetter. I felt her hips start to rock back and forth against my fingers as I played with her. I lay Dana back onto the bed, got on my knees between her legs and brought my mouth to her pussy.

As I licked her, she put her spiked heels up on the bed, pulled her knees to her chest, opening both her pussy and ass up to me. I sucked her clit into my mouth and gently bit down on it as I rolled it with my tongue. I pulled my fingers out and, using her juices, I gently rubbed my finger against her asshole. She started to roll her head back and forth.

“Oh yeah,” she said, “Oh…that feels good.” Encouraged by her words, I slipped the tip of my finger into her ass. Dana grabbed my head and pulled me hard against her pussy, literally fucking my face. She rocked faster and faster, thrashing about and making it hard for me to keep my mouth on her pussy and impossible for me to keep my finger in her ass.

“Oh fuck, oh man. Put your finger back in my ass … now!” she breathlessly said.

Dana was going to cum…no, she was going to explode. I slowly put the tip of my finger back in her ass and moved it in and out, and that did it. She let out a high pitched wail that if the neighbors could hear would have casino firmalari them dialing 9-1-1. Her juices flowed out and down between her ass cheeks, I could feel her convulsing and throbbing around my tongue. Then she came again, a second wave, trembling as she tried to catch her breath. Her breasts heaving up and down in the candle light, her whole body shook in tremors. I had never seen her come so violently before, she had definitely reached a new high. Being completely out of breath, “O-h-h-h wow,” was all she could say.

After a few minutes, she went over to the dresser and picked up her “cock.” I watched, hypnotized as she put it on. Walking back to me, I could see her “cock” swinging heavily between her legs.

“Your turn babe,” Dana said.

Standing over me, she reached down and put one hand on my head and guided her “cock” to my mouth with the other.

“Go on,” she said. “Suck it.”

I slowly took her into my mouth and started sucking her “cock”. Dana for her part was really getting into it. She loved to talk to me during regular sex, and went to a new level when she was in character.

“I love the feel of my cock in your mouth,” she said, “Do you like it when I fuck your mouth?”

Having a mouthful of Dana’s “cock”, all I could do was mumble.

She laughed, “Yeah, I thought so.”

This went on for a while and she was becoming extremely turned on. I could hear moaning and looking up I saw her tugging on the ring, twisting it as she pulled on her nipple. I reached up behind her “cock” and slipped my fingers into her pussy, rubbing her clit with my thumb. I caught a scent of her excitement and knew she was approaching her third of many orgasms for the night. Breaking her trance, Dana suddenly stopped and pulled me to my feet. She kissed me, putting her tongue in my mouth and sucking my tongue into her mouth.

She turned me around facing the bed and bent me over at the waist. She started rubbing her “cock” on my ass while she squeezed my balls, talking to me the whole time.

Telling me to get up on the bed on my hands and knees, Dana added

“I love the look of your tight ass in those panties, I want your ass,”

As I got up on the bed, Dana pulled my panties down. Rubbing my ass as she spread my cheeks apart. I felt her put her finger against my asshole, teasing and probing while she played with my balls. Then I felt her breath at my opening and she licked me. It was electrifying, a bolt of lightning went through my ass to my cock. She started slowly, licking all around my asshole, down to my balls and back. I felt her stick the tip of her tongue into my ass, getting me all slick and wet. I started humping my hips when I felt her probe my ass with her finger tip, wiggling it back and forth, in and out. I involuntarily let out a moan.

“Feels good, huh?” Dana said. “You like getting your ass done.”

Actually, I loved it, and wanted more. She continued to work her finger in my ass while she reached under me to stroke my cock. I started humping faster into her hand. There were now two points of intense pleasure for me to focus on, one in my cock and the other in my ass. Dana güvenilir casino was doing things to me I never thought I would let anyone do.

Then she went for broke and said, “I want to fuck your tight little ass.” “Would you like my cock in your ass?

I moaned louder, there was a tingling deep in the pit of my stomach that radiated to my cock and back to my asshole. I was going to explode.

Dana said, “Oh yeah, he wants it bad, he wants me to fuck his ass.”

She let go of my cock, and went into the bathroom. I could hear the medicine cabinet open and close. It seemed like an eternity before Dana was back. I felt her put something cool and slippery against my asshole and slip her finger inside. She worked her finger past the first knuckle and eventually put her whole finger in my ass.

“That’s it, open up for me. Take my finger in your tight ass.”

Dana added a second finger, and started to finger-fuck my ass, going in and out, deeper and deeper. She pulled her fingers out and I moaned my disapproval.

Dana giggled. “Relax babe, I won’t leave you hanging for long.”

I felt something hard against my opening. Dana guided her “cock” to my ass while she held me open with her fingers. She pushed slightly and I could feel myself stretching to accommodate her. She would push a little, then back off and push a little more and back off. I felt her head penetrate my hole and there was a sharp pain taking my breath away. She hesitated for a moment, letting me grow accustomed to her being in me. Eventually, the pain subsided to a dull throbbing as Dana grabbed my hips and slowly pushed her “cock” into my ass. She began to seriously fuck me then, pulling almost all the way out before she would go back in. Deeper and deeper she went with each stroke until I felt her balls on my ass.

“Oh-Oh-My…I’m all the way in you. I’m fucking your ass.” she breathlessly whispered

Picking up the pace, she began fucking me harder and faster. The pain had completely given way to the most intense pleasure I had ever felt. I started to fuck back into her, meeting her stroke for stroke while I played with my cock.

Dana was going wild, fucking me hard, real hard. And I was loving every minute of it. I could hear her approaching orgasm, her voice was strained, her breathing erratic and her hips moved like pistons as she fucked me.

Moaning “Oh, Oh, Oh,” I heard Dana let out a muffled scream as she bit down on my shoulder and came so hard that she collapsed on top of me, pushing me flat on my stomach. With her “cock” still in my ass, I humped the bed and came all over the sheets. My orgasm so intense that saw stars.

This was new, this was wild and I loved it. We lay there for a while and I must have fallen asleep with Dana still in me. I never felt her pull out of me, but when I awoke, I was alone on the bed and heard the shower going. I got up, a little sore but completely satiated and went to join my wife in the shower.

Back to the present

I hear the car pull into the driveway and that brings me back to the present. Who knows what Dana has in store for us tonight. I start to light the candles as I hear the car door slam. I’m all ready for her… to fuck and be fucked, to please and be pleased. I walk to the front door and as I reach to open it, I hear a second car door slam. A smile spreads across my face and I think “Oh yeah, It’s going to be a wild Saturday night.”

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It had been so long ago I hesitated to make the call, but it was lonely in the Motel room and I decided I had nothing to lose. His name was Norm and had been a good friend in high school, but that was 20 years ago!

Norm had married Sonja, the prettiest girl in school, right after they graduated. He had gone directly into his father’s hardware business and had prospered. They had two daughters and a seemingly ideal family until one day Norm came home early and caught Sonja with two construction workers.

They had knocked on the door asking for a drink of water. She had been sun bathing and answered the door wearing her white string bikini.

When Norm walked in she was on her knees in front of the living room couch inching one worker’s erection a half inch at a time into her mouth; undulating her tongue and gently sucking. He ran his dirty hands through her perfectly done light brown, frosted hair and moaned in pleasure.

Her bikini bottoms lay crumpled on the floor between her skinny knobby knees. She was still as tiny as she had been in high school. Weighing barely 100 pounds, she was always the cheerleader that got thrown in the air, her skirt flying up. George, the second construction worker, had stroked himself madly many a night thinking about looking up her skirt at her panties at the basketball games.

He had no idea when he rung the doorbell at this suburban house that Sonja lived there. He had even less idea that Sonja had drunk a couple of glasses of wine, fallen asleep and was in the middle of a very erotic dream. George remembered that cute little body as soon as he saw her and immediately started to develop an erection.

She made the mistake of flirting, bending over and asking them if they thought her bikini bottoms showed too much of her butt. He couldn’t believe how little resistance Sonja had shown when he placed one rough, calloused hand over each butt cheek and squeezed. She had pulled away, pretending to be startled, but then put her thumbs under the strings on each side of her panties, pulled and let them drop. She knelt down in front of George, unzipped his pants and out it popped. She opened wide and let him slide in all the way to her throat, then pulled it back out slowly. She then turned around to brace herself on the couch while he slid into her from behind. She was so small and tight that she had to reach back with her hand and help guide him in. She smiled up at George, who was getting his rhythm…she knew he wouldn’t be able to hold his load very long.

When she turned around she realized illegal bahis that George’s friend was positioned in front of her, dick in hand. She started his blow job by licking precum from his head, smacking her lips and giggling. The stranger was actually blowing his load into her mouth when Norm walked in. He promptly kicked all three of them out and filed for divorce.

The only thing Norm didn’t know was what I was going to soon find out when I visited my old friend, now a single father with a cheerleader daughter.

I rang the doorbell and a very skinny girl with shorts and a tank top on answered. At first I thought I had the wrong house, because when I introduced myself the girl gave me a blank, almost hostile look. Finally, she remembered that her father had mentioned something about company coming and motioned me to come in.

Her name was Sally and she wasn’t much of a hostess. She motioned for me to sit down in a chair and sat across from me on the couch, staring at me expressionlessly. Suddenly, the phone rang. It must have been one of her girlfriends. She came to life, chatting and giggling and constantly shifting positions on the couch. I looked at her gorgeous legs, thinking how much she resembled her mother. She spread them apart and flashed me some white panty. Then she brought her knees up to her chest, this time showing off her little butt cheeks. I found myself staring and feeling very aroused. She seemed totally oblivious to me.

Suddenly, her conversation over, she slammed the phone down and walked over to stand in front of me.

“My dad will be here soon. I have to get changed now to go cheer at the basketball game. Maybe you’d like to come and watch?”

Without moving away, she unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, revealing white panties with blue flowers. I was rendered totally speechless by the sight of her panties. She didn’t wait for me to say anything, just dropped her shorts, picked them up and walked in her panties down the hall to her room, acting as if it was perfectly normal to get undressed in front of a stranger.

Norm arrived and we all ate TV dinners. I tried to ignore Sally and enjoyed reminiscing with my old friend. He had another daughter named Sue who was thirteen and also a real knockout. The two girls sat at the counter while Norm and I ate at the table. Even though I tried to resist, I glanced over occasionally to see if I could get a glimpse up their skirts.

On the way to the game, we took Norm’s sports car. He and Sue sat in the front (Sue and Sally evidently took illegal bahis siteleri turns riding in the front) and Sally and I were in the back. I had to admit that I was already excited about the prospect of her cheerleading skirt riding up and exposing those gorgeous little legs again. I didn’t have to wait long. As soon as we had pulled out of the driveway, Sally pulled a bottle of lotion out of her purse and started rubbing it into her knees. Slowly, she worked her way up to mid thigh, rubbing the strawberry fragrance crème into her lovely white translucent skin. She stopped at her skirt line and I breathed a sigh of disappointment. I had been trying not to be too obvious about staring at her, pretending to look out the window and then to stare absent mindedly down.

She rubbed excess lotion on her hands and arms and I thought she was finished. But then she slid her hands under the elastic of her skirt and slid it down to her knees, exposing French cut white panties which barely covered her privates. This time she started at her belly button, applied lotion down to her panty line and then from her thigh up to her crotch. If she noticed me at all staring, she didn’t say anything. For the rest of the trip I tried to think unpleasant thoughts so that my boner wouldn’t be so obvious.

During the game, she didn’t seem to miss an opportunity to tease. One of he routines they did involved bending over and looking back at the fans. Every time she did it her skirt would rise almost all the way up but somehow she would avoid showing her panties. The fans only got a brief glimpse of white when her skirt rose after a jump.

On the way home, the two girls sat in the back and I was able to calm down and try to forget. The girls were arguing over who would have to sleep on the couch and give up their room to the guest. It was finally decided I would sleep in Sally’s room .

When we arrived home, Sally escorted me to her room and told me she just needed to get her pajamas and pillow and then the room would be all mine. Grabbing her pillow from her bed, she threw it towards the door. Then she got some flannel pajamas out of her dresser and slammed the drawer. I guessed she was still a little put off by having to give up her room. I just sat in a chair and watched as she tossed the pj’s on the bed, then sat down and carefully untied her shoes and put them in the closet. She seemed completely oblivious to my presence, casually unbuttoning her top as she walked into her closet. When she emerged from her closet and walked in front of me, canlı bahis siteleri she was wearing nothing but a white a-cup bra and the high-cut lace panties. My mouth dropped open as I stared at her little butt cheeks rise and fall. She grabbed her pajamas and was out the door.

I knew I had to find the bathroom and maybe some lotion and do some serious jacking off before I exploded. In case someone might be watching, I untucked my shirt to hide the outline of my erection and hurried down the hall. Fortunately the door was ajar. Quickly, I locked the door, turned around and got my poor penis out, stroking it vigorously. I looked up into the mirror at my engorged member and something caught my eye. It was the reflection of Sally sitting on the toilet on the other side of the bath tub, her panties down around her ankles.

She had seen me first but made no attempt to advise me of her presence. She didn’t seem startled or upset, just transfixed by the sight. I was also transfixed for a moment as well. Our eyes met in the mirror and she just grinned at me. I held my pants up and stepped over to face her and amazingly, she just sat there, applying gloss to her lips. I moved closer and straddled the toilet, my erection just inches from her face.

She took it in her tiny hand, stroked it lightly and then spoke into it like it was a microphone.

“Is this for me?” she giggled, pulling my penis down and breathing hotly on it.

She then proceeded to kiss it gently and draw just the head into her mouth, but extending her tongue to lick along the underside. I tried to push in further but she pushed me back, and my dick popped out of her mouth, dripping in her saliva and my precum.

“What kind of a girl do you think I am?” she said, giving me an innocent, pouty look. “Besides, I’m saving my throat for marriage.”

She took my head back in her mouth and started to stroke me. When I started to cum, she pulled me out almost all the way so she could let the gism collect inside her mouth. When I was finished, she opened her mouth up and showed me the white liquid covering her tongue and dripping out the corners of her mouth. Then she reached down, grabbed her panties from the floor and spit into them, neatly wiping the corners of her mouth with the white lace.

“Nice girls don’t swallow, either,” she said.

She looked so proper and innocent that it was hard to believe she had done what she had. Quickly, she got up and I watched her tiny naked ass disappear out the door.

It was later that night that she crawled into bed with me and told me the story I related about her mother and about spying on her over a period of two years having sex with perfect strangers on almost a daily basis. Some of those stories and what we ended up doing that night will be in chapter two.

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Missy called me a half hour later. “Okay, where am I meeting you?”

“Victoria’s Secret.”

“Oh. Um. Okay.”

I grinned. “See you in a couple of minutes.”

I clicked off and resumed staring at the models on the massive poster displays in the front of the store. I knew they were fake. I knew they were airbrushed beyond belief. But that didn’t make them any less unbelievably hot. I stared at every curve, the curves down below and the tight, perky curves up top.

No real person had a body like that. Me and Missy, at eighteen, came close. But our tight, supple youth would fade away in a few years. Probably in less than a decade. And even at our best, I knew we’d never look as good as the supermodels that adorned the front of this and every other lingerie store in the world. Hell, I knew that the models themselves didn’t match up to this look in person. This was the product of makeup, perfect lighting and people who were way too good at Photoshop.

So they were fantasies. So what? That didn’t make staring them up and down any less pleasurable. Knowing the truth did nothing to chill the budding warmth growing in my stomach.

“What’s up, perv?” Missy sidled up next to me and joined me in staring at the posters.

“Not much. Just enjoying the view.”

“You know they don’t look—”

“Anything like that in person,” I finished. “I was just thinking about that. But so what? I’d still fuck’em.”

She giggled. “And now, you can.”

“And now I can. Come on. We’re going to make a few initial selections before Scott shows up.”

“Oh, boy,” she said reluctantly. “Are we doing what I think we’re doing?”

“If güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri you think we’re putting on a show for that poor, sweet boy who won’t know what hit him, then yes, you are totally correct,” I said. “We’re going to get him hornier than he’s ever been before in his life.”

“Pretty cruel to work him up like that and then not deliver.”

“Who says we aren’t going to deliver?”

Missy laughed, then stopped and looked at me. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I’m deadly serious,” I said, meeting her gaze fearlessly. “You, me and Scott. Tonight. That’s the birthday present I want.”

Her eyes widened another notch. “Wait…what…all three of us?” she finished lamely.

“You’re goddamn right,” I insisted. “I want you, and I know you’re no stranger to that. And I want Scott, and you definitely do, too. You won’t shut up about it.”

Her eyes flashed with hurt for a moment. “Wait…you like Scott?”

I shrugged. “Not the way you do. I just want this one, crazy experience with my two best friends for my first time. And then he’s all yours. Trust me. After the things I’m going to help you do to him tonight, he’ll be putty in your hands.”

She looked around, uncertain, but I caught a quickening in her breath. I would have bet that if I’d put my hand on her chest—something I was already itching to do—her heart would be going like a racehorse.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m even thinking about this,” she muttered.

“I want you to do more than think about it,” I said quietly. “I want you to picture it. Every outfit we try on, every show we put on for Scott, güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri I want you to picture taking it one step further. Because if you’re on board, you know Scott will be down. And this is all I want for my birthday. Seriously. All. I. Want.”

She shook her head. “I don’t know, Angie.”

“Then let the rest of the day play out how it will. If I haven’t convinced you by the time we’re done with dinner, I’ll drop it.”

“You promise?” she asked, eyes narrowing.

“Yes,” I said with a sly smile. “But I’ll bet you the first orgasm of the night that you’ll be ready to go by the time we’re done here.”

She giggled. “Okay. If I do agree, then that’s a bet.”

By the time Scott showed up, we’d already selected a bunch of pieces. Skimpy, lacy thongs. Bras that covered the whole package, push-up bras that made the package look three times bigger, and thin, skimpy bras that were see-through and only about two steps up from dental floss. All of them in blue—because that was Scott’s favorite. I was glad. Blue’s always gone fantastic with my red hair, and it sat nicely with Missy’s dark, dark brown, too.

Scott, flabbergasted, was shoved into a chair outside the dressing rooms. Missy and I changed in the same room. I’d seen her naked plenty of times before, but the thoughts of what I wanted to do to her that night made me hotter than a firecracker. I kept stealing glances at her naked body, and I knew it wasn’t just my imagination that she was doing the same.

We emerged in our first “outfits,” parading them before Scott. He could only gape. I saw a slowly-growing bulge form in his güvenilir bahis şirketleri pants. It looked impressive.

“Do you like them?” I asked.

He nodded weakly.

I turned and clutched Missy’s hand, pulling her to me. I wrapped a hand around her waist, pulling her close. I could feel her rock-hard nipples pressed against mine through two layers of fabric. There was a heat between our hips that wasn’t all mine.

“Do they look better like this?” I breathed.

“Um…oh my fucking hell yes,” gulped Scott.

“Okay, keep them in mind,” I said. “We’ll bring out some more.”

This time in the dressing room, our thongs and bras disappeared in a flash. I had conveniently left my next set of underwear on the other side of the dressing room. I pressed up against Missy as I slid by her. Our tits slid across each other, our nipples teasing each other as they brushed by. My face was an inch from hers, and I felt her breath hot and heavy on my own lips.

With a jerk she pressed forward, wrapping her lips around mine. Her arm reached around to clutch my ass as her other hand leapt down to the gap between my legs.

I wrapped my tongue around hers, burying my hand in her hair and drawing us both deeper into the kiss. I moaned into her mouth as I felt her fingers brush against my opening.

Then I pushed her hand gently away, leaning back and stepping out of her reach.

“Not yet,” I said, ignoring my heaving chest that sent my tits bouncing up and down like I was jogging. “Not until it’s both of you. So does this mean you’re in?”

Missy growled in frustration. “Fuck it,” she moaned. “Fine. But only if you give me one more kiss right now.”

I grinned and pressed forward. As our mouths merged, I pressed my pussy into hers, grinding them together. I wanted to push it further, but I had to restrain myself. I backed up, once again out of her reach.

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s give Scott another preview.”

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Author’s note: This is to be a series of short stories centered around two main characters. Becky and William, her father. It is a story about a woman who for numerous reasons as I’ll later explain, has been sheltered by an overbearing mother, and a father who allowed it to occur and who allowed himself to be equally bullied by his wife. The mother dies, the daughter having reached the legal age of consent and maturity, embarks on a journey of self-discovery no longer shackled with restraints, nor fearing her father’s disapproval either. There is resentment towards him for his lack of support and the torment she felt she emotionally received, even though William didn’t directly participate, or have much say in her upbringing.

It is my hope as these short stories evolve, that you’ll enjoy them and let me know what you think as I continue on with an ongoing series of these, purposely touching on several of the differing genre’s as the story enfolds. As always, your feedback, comments and votes are always appreciated.

Becky – One

Carla had died in a sudden and tragic car accident. His wife of almost twenty some years, leaving William and his only daughter Becky to fend for themselves. A task that would prove even more daunting than either one of them could possibly imagine. William would be the first to admit, Carla had been domineering, especially when it came to her ideals and beliefs when raising a daughter. He had very little say in Becky’s upbringing. Homeschooled, sheltered, and overprotected by a mother that felt she was doing the best thing for her daughter. Keeping her from being exposed to the wicked world that everyone was now living in. Years ago there had even been a brief discussion of sending Becky off to be raised in a girl’s school, but that notion was soon discarded the moment Carla had read an article on how some young women, who were denied the friendship of boys in those places, ended up turning towards lesbianism. Another abomination of the sexes in her eyes, and one she wasn’t about to risk her own daughter in becoming. From that time forward, Becky was raised, taught and guarded against the reality of life. And not too surprisingly, Becky resented it, hated her mother, and began to likewise dislike her father for never really supporting her, or making any real effort whatsoever when it came to taking her side on any given issue.

It was only two weeks until her eighteen birthday when her mother was killed. Sadly, Becky felt no remorse over her mother’s death, nor had she been looking forward to turning eighteen either. Her mother had even had a hand in her life after that, though Becky would no longer be legally bound by her parent’s wishes or desires. And had it not been for the sizeable trust that had been set up for her years ago, and now fattened considerably even more so now due to the insurance money she had likewise just inherited. She’d have left home, and gone out on her own. As it was, for her to claim any of it, beyond a small stipend of a monthly allowance, Becky was required to remain living in their home until she reached the age of twenty-one. The way Becky saw it, “|What was three more years of virtual imprisonment?” Though the upside to that was, with her mother gone, and no longer in fear of her mother’s rules, or wrath, she figured she could now do pretty much whatever she pleased, and do whatever she felt like doing. The stupid, idiotic stipulations as written into the trust agreement that she had to live with, were things she felt she could work around, whether her father liked it or not. He hadn’t been a harsh task-master with her anyway, not like her mother had been. Far from it. But she held, and had no respect for him either. As long as she didn’t violate any of the conditions of the trust, she could put up with some of the silly, simple rules, and more importantly, avoid any confrontations with her father. Though growing up, the last thing her father ever wanted to be involved in, was some sort of emotional confrontation, he avoided things like that, like the plague, always finding an excuse, or a reason to be somewhere else when it happened.

Though Becky certainly wasn’t homely, she wasn’t exactly beautiful either. Had it been during the time of the Renaissance, she’d have been considered voluptuous. Sure, she could stand to lose a few pounds, who couldn’t? She had large thighs, “big-boned” as was her family. She likewise had large breasts, larger than she would have preferred in fact, and planned on having a breast reduction one day when she could afford to do it, and when no one could tell her whether she could or she couldn’t. Her eye-sight was poor, requiring the need for glasses, another future operation she also planned on having done when she was once again able to afford it and do so. She had worn absolutely no makeup whatsoever, and really had no idea how to apply it to make herself look at least a little better, and had finally given up trying. Content to work with the aspects of herself that she could, her light brown hair for one, which she cut short, as it was far easier to style and keep up with. Her clothing for another, which was basically the first thing she went out canlı bahis şirketleri and did to change the person she had been, into the person she was trying to find. She knew her father wouldn’t be happy with some of the things she had purchased, though even then she hadn’t gone too far off the deep end, just enough to make it obvious she was doing what she now wanted to do for a change, whether her father liked it or not.

“It’s a beginning,” she said to herself as she stood looking at herself in the mirror. It was the first pair of bikini panties she’d ever owned as she admired herself, even if her ass was perhaps a bit larger than she would have preferred. She still thought she looked reasonably good in the much briefer undergarments she’d picked out for herself, along with the much lacier, dainty black bra, a color she’d never, ever been allowed to wear, let alone anything more than a full, wired, very uncomfortable, stiff-pointed bra, like her mother had constantly chosen for her, and required that she wear. She turned once again, looking at herself in the mirror. She was pleased with what she saw, though her waist was perhaps a bit thicker than she would have liked, or that her breasts again were too large for even for her own tastes. She liked the way she looked, even if the few boys she actually did know, wouldn’t look at her, or see her in that way. But all that was about to change.

Becky might have been naive about a great many things. Especially when it came to boys. But…she wasn’t stupid either. If anything, she had a better than average intelligence, and had been wise enough to learn what she could, when she could, especially with regards to sex. Though what she now had were more questions, than she had answers for. But part of her mission now, was to change all that. And the first thing on her list, was to once and for all…see a naked man, and find out what all the big fuss was about with regards to that.

**

Becky didn’t own, nor had she ever learned how to drive a car. Another way her mother had ensured having some control over her while growing up. The one, tinny-weenie enjoyment in life for her when she had turned sixteen, her first ever date, though her mother had been reluctant even then to allow it. But only then with her father going along as chaperone. The three of them sharing the front seat of the car at the drive-in movie, a “G” rated movie no less, though it was far better than anything she’d been allowed to see up until now. Never any TV, of any kind…and movies that only her mother condoned and approved of, and even then…only once a week. And only if she had finished all her studies to her mother’s approval. Which wasn’t all that often. So going out to an actual drive-in movie, with a boy…even with her father present, was just about the best gift she had ever been given. To her surprise, her father had left them in order to use the restroom midway through the movie. And though he wasn’t gone very long, she had secretly taken advantage of the opportunity she’d been given, surprising her one and only true friend, and childhood companion, who she’d invited along. She had suddenly and without rhyme nor reason, leaned over, kissing him. Her first ever stolen kiss as brief as it was. But she hadn’t stopped there either, curious about herself, and about some of the feelings and changes she’d been going through, learning only enough through the borrowed, secreted away magazines she’d managed to smuggled into her bedroom, Becky had taken poor Bobby’s hands, and had placed them on her sweater covered breasts. It was again the first time that anyone besides herself had ever touched them. Though at the time, she didn’t know…it was also the first time that Bobby had ever touched a girl either. It wasn’t much, especially as her father appeared a minute or two after that. But it had left her feeling light-headed and giddy. She had gone home after the movie with her father, and as she’d so recently begun doing, had fallen asleep with one of her pillows nestled between her legs, rocking against it, until the “tingly’s” came as she called them. Falling asleep shortly after that.

And now, here she was, eighteen years old today. About to go out on her first ever date with a boy, and this time without a chaperone. And ironically enough…it was with Bobby again too. And this time, she hoped he’d do a lot more than simply put his hands on her breasts for less than a moment.

**

William stood in the window looking out with mixed emotions. Though pleased that his daughter was about to go out on her first ever real date, his fears for her safety, and more importantly, her virtue remained foremost on his mind. He’d allowed the date with Bobby, though only because he knew and was familiar with the boy, and his parents. And though he didn’t have much say anymore as to which friends his daughter chose to see or go out with, the three major restrictions built into the trust fund, were designed to control her even then. Curfew at eleven, period. Unless she was being chaperoned by an approved adult, or by himself. Two, that Becky maintain at least a B+ grade level in her studies, including the college canlı kaçak iddaa she would soon be enrolled in, another requirement. Though Becky had in fact never earned anything less than an A, even when she was being homeschooled until such time as she was required to attend high school, where she easily maintained her grades. The third one was the one that even William was uncomfortable with. Becky was to remain a virgin until she had reached the age of twenty-one. Her mother had even gone so far as to go with her during her physical examinations to ensure that she still was. The only exception to that particular rule being, if she was asked to be given away in marriage before that time, and only then with her parents full approval.

Becky never knew that this was one point her father had insisted upon, in the event that some boy did come along, and actually ask her to marry him before she had turned twenty-one. Carla hadn’t liked the idea, but had given into it at William’s insistence. One of the few things she had ever given into, that and the idea of his chaperoning her on her sixteenth birthday. That had been his idea, and insistence on as well. They had had quite a brew-ha-ha over it after that. But it had been worth it, seeing the look of joy and pleasure in his daughter’s eyes that night. A look he hadn’t seen very often. And though she never knew it had in fact been his idea to go with her, her mother had made it sound as though it had been her idea to begin with, and that her father had reluctantly gone along with the whole thing. William didn’t mind so much, just the look on her face when she found out she’d actually be going out with a boy had been worth all the heart-ache and grief he had suffered for it afterwards.

But as far as her being a virgin, and remaining one…he could only hope that Becky would be intelligent enough to keep it that way, without his having to actually ensure that she was. The terms of the trust were unbreakable and binding. Basically she had three strikes, and she was out. Out of the money rather, which would then be given over to a charity that her mother had previously set up in the event that Becky ever did that. Even William couldn’t do anything about that, he had foolishly signed off on the very same documents himself, under the penalty of losing his monthly, sexual privileges with his wife, such as they were at the time. He watched his still young, innocent naive daughter drive off with Bobby for the night out…until eleven anyway, hoping for the best as she did. He then turned, wandering back into his private study, opening the floor-safe he had hidden inside there so many years ago now. A safe that even Carla never knew existed. And from it, he withdrew one of many X-rated video’s he had long ago stashed away. It had become for him, even while still married to Carla, his one and only real pleasure in life. And though even now, still feeling a bit guilty and ashamed, he inserted the disc into the player, locking the door behind him, and began removing his clothes.

**

“Turn here!” Becky suddenly shouted, scaring the hell out of Bobby when she did that. He hit the brakes a little too hard, tires squealing as he made the sudden unexpected turn.

“But this is the road up towards the lake. I thought you wanted to go into town and see a movie!” He questioned, now thoroughly confused. “And we’ll never reach the lake, or get you back home in time if we go up there,” he added to that, the car already slowing as though expecting to turn it around again any moment now.

“Fuck the movie!” Becky spat, enjoying the sound of the word, one she had only used in private, and never amongst company, especially a boy. Even Bobby was surprised at her uncharacteristic vulgarity. “And we’re not going to the lake either,” she informed him.

“Then where ARE we going?”

“We’re going someplace secluded, where I can have a look at your cock!”

Once again Bobby hit the brakes, stopping in the middle of the roughly paved, two lane road. “What the hell’s gotten into you?” He asked almost worriedly, looking at her, his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel. “Why are you acting like this?” He added.

“Because I’m eighteen, and I can,” she responded back, now glaring at him. “Now, you interested in showing me your cock? Or not? If you’re not, you can turn around right now and take me home again,” she threatened.

Bobby sat for a moment longer, still unsure of what to do here, wondering briefly if Becky wasn’t messing with him, teasing him for no good reason, realizing just as quickly she wasn’t. “Well?”

He started moving forward again, inching forward. “There should be a place,” he told her now looking through the windshield off to the right on her side. “There’s an old dirt road, used to go up to some camp grounds before they closed them due to lack of funding a couple years ago. No one comes up here anymore, all the best spots are now up by the lake since they opened that up.” Becky was looking too, spotting the almost hidden turnoff before he did.

“There!” She exclaimed pointing excitedly. Bobby easily made the turn, following what now became a somewhat rutted canlı kaçak bahis dirt-road, but passable as long as he drove slowly.

“Just ahead now,” he remarked after driving further for another five minutes or so. Even then they almost missed it. Others had indeed been here, no doubt using it for the same purposes that it appeared they would be. What was once a locked gate and fence had been broken into and moved away. And though tall stalks of wild wheat grass obscured the entrance, the fact it was even standing gave them some assurance that no one else was here, or had even been here in quite some time. Surprisingly, there were still a number of picnic tables in reasonably good shape, the ground still barren in places as Bobby found a spot hidden behind and beneath a couple of tall trees, further obscuring them from the dirt road. It also had the additional advantage of placing them in position to get out in a hurry if they had to, as well as seeing any one else approaching them where they sat.

“Ok,” Becky said, sitting back at an angle in her seat, resting her shoulder against the door, facing him. “Take it out…let me see it.”

“Jesus Becky!” Bobby stammered nervously, sort of fumbling with his belt buckle and zipper, though in no real hurry to do so. “I’m not even…you know,” he stammered again, looking at her almost pleadingly.

“Hard?” She actually chuckled, now smiling at him. “That’s ok. In fact, I’d prefer that it wasn’t. I’ve never even seen a guys prick before,” enjoying the sound of that word too as she likewise used it for the very first time aloud. “I want to see one soft, and then see it grow, so hurry up…take it out before it actually does grow!” She all but demanded.

Having finally managed to get his jeans unbuttoned, and zipper down, Bobby hurriedly yanked both his jeans, along with his jockey shorts down below his knees. Becky sat staring at his obviously flaccid member, which showed absolutely no signs of growing at all. She had even raised her eyebrows upon seeing it.

“That’s it?”

“What do you mean…that’s it? Fuck!” He then added actually ready to reach down and pull his pants back up again. “See? That’s why guys don’t like exposing themselves until they’re hard first,” he grumbled. He was at best three inches in length, if that…and with the coolness of the night air, he was about to be even smaller than that here in a second or two.

“So make it hard then,” she mused expectantly. “Play with it.”

Bobby tried doing that, stretching and stroking his soft cock simultaneously, but his nervousness, and shyness of sitting there in front of her like this wasn’t going very well. “It’s not working…not happening,” he said simply, looking at her apologetically. “I’m sorry…I guess I’m just too nervous, and besides, normally…” he left off saying, once again seemingly stumped for words here.

“Normally what?” Becky pressed.

“Normally, whenever I jack-off, I’ve got something to look at, or think about, I just can’t do it like this.”

Once again Becky smiled. “Would it help if I let you see my tits?”

Now Bobby smiled. “Well, it certainly won’t hurt. But yeah, I think that could do it,” he grinned again hopefully.

Becky had planned on doing that anyway, eventually. It was the whole reason she had worn her new black lacy bra, so she could show it off, and then her tits. Wearing a black lightweight pullover sweater with a matching black and white checkered skirt, she reached down, crossing her arms, grabbing the hem and in one fell swoop, pulled the sweater up and over her head, tossing it into the backseat when she did.

“That better?”

Bobby was staring, smiling. And though her tits were still covered up by the bra, there was just enough hint of flesh, and nipple peeking through the lacy pattern to send signals down to his still soft, floppy cock. It was the first good sign that things might indeed be going the other way since they’d first got here.

“Some,” he ventured, toying with his cock again at least. “But things might go a lot faster, if you take off the bra.” Becky reached around behind her back, undoing the clasp, though in no big hurry to remove it from her breasts either. Still keeping herself covered even as the straps fell away. After she had teased him a bit longer having done so, she finally took it off the rest of the way, likewise tossing it into the back seat along with her sweater.

“Wow!” Bobby exclaimed excitedly, now staring at her very large, somewhat heavy looking bare breasts. Truth be told, Becky had never much cared for the way her breasts looked. She’d managed to see a few women’s, some in school during gym class, and some others in men’s magazines, though they all seemed too picture perfect. Even then, she hadn’t seen anyone that had nipples, or rather areolas as large as hers were. And it had embarrassed her when she’d first actually exposed them in front of the other girls. One or two, even nodding, or pointing her way, whispering. Her areola’s were so large, they all but covered the entire front of her fat rounded breasts, not to mention the almost over-sized nipples she had, a good finger-width thick, protruding at least a quarter inch or more when un-aroused, and easily a half inch or more when they were. Becky hefted up her own breasts, cradling them within her arm, though tweaking one of her nipples with her finger tips, much to Bobby’s enjoyment.

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I went out to walk my dog one sultry weekday afternoon. After a few minutes, I ran into a strikingly pretty young girl I hadn’t seen before, also walking her dog.

She had silky black shoulder-length hair, green eyes, and was wearing a knee-length skirt and a tight blue t-shirt, which showed off her well-proportioned round tits, not constrained by a bra. The skirt was thin and richly patterned, and her shapely hips filled it out nicely. I saw no sign of a panty underneath, though she could have had a thong on.

Our dogs romped around and we made small talk for a while, until she pointed up and asked if this was my house. I said mine was two doors down, and she began to ask me about what I paid, etc. Finally I asked if she’d like to take a look at it.

She smiled and said “Yes, I’d love to see it”.
In my living room, we tried to make small talk, but the dogs were making lots of noise playing around, so I said, “Why don’t we talk in my room. It’s quieter in there.”

She smiled coyly and purred, “Thought you’d never ask.”

We closed the illegal bahis door and she sat on the edge of the bed, suddenly grabbing my hips and pulling me between her legs. My crotch was even with her mouth now, and a conspicuous bulge was growing under my shorts.

She quickly unzipped my fly and reached into my underwear, pulling free my 7-inch erection. She gripped it tightly with her hand and rubbed up and down a few times before licking her lips and taking my hard cock into her wet mouth. As she sucked me in, I put my hand on her spread left leg and began pushing her skirt up until I reached her waist. I did the same with her right leg and saw a silky black G-string was the only thing between her velvety cunt and my fingers.
I slid my cock out of her mouth and knelt down, reaching up and cupping one of her firm tits in my hand and pushing her back down onto the bed. I then put each of her legs onto my shoulders and, extending my tongue, licked her panties from her asshole to her clit. The scent of her pussy was intoxicating. I licked my tongue under her illegal bahis siteleri panties and slipped it across her soaking folds as she moaned with pleasure, her hands feathering my hair, pushing my mouth into her crotch.

“Lick my ass, please,” she moaned.

I was more than willing to oblige, so I rolled her over and pulled the tiny piece of fabric out her crack, revealing her clean, pink, fleshy hole. I dug my tongue in deep as I pushed her skirt up further.

“Do you want your ass fucked?” I breathed.

“Oh yes, yes!” she moaned.

I reached down and wet my fingers with her pussy juice, using it to lube up my stiff shaft before slowly guiding it into her tight hole, which enveloped it as it disappeared all the way into her. She let out a sigh of pain as I reached as far as I could go, then began sliding in and out of her sweet ass with a steady rhythmic motion, my hands gripping her hips.

After a few minutes I pulled out of her ass and lay down on my back, positioning her above me. She pulled the edge of her t-shirt up over canlı bahis siteleri those perfect fleshy tits and positioned her wet slit on top of my glistening purple cock-head. She wasn’t totally shaved, but close, and I got a full view of my cock sliding between those silky pink lips, up to the hilt as she sighed in ecstasy. She placed her hands on my chest and bounced atop my cock for a full 10 minutes, writhing with delight as two waves of ecstasy shuddered through her body.

I finally turned her around, inviting her to ride my cock some more, this time giving me a full view of her glistening posterior, her asshole puckering and sweating as my cock reamed her pussy.

“I want you to squirt your cum in my pussy, baby” she purred finally.

I had been on the verge for a long time already, so I almost immediately began thrusting faster, preparing to ejaculate my hot load.

“Oh yeah, are you gonna cum for me, baby?” she breathed.

I merely moaned as I emptied my balls into her tight canal, my sticky juice coating her pussy and dripping out her lips and down my pulsating shaft.

“Mmmmmm, that was amazing,” she cried, collapsing on top of me.

As she left, I made a mental note to keep an eye out the window for the next time she happened to be out dog walking in my neighborhood.

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dedicated to KathyJ, my inspiration for this little sordid tale

I’d like to thank the many people that have helped me, but especially to Allyourbase: a great editor and friend who pushed me to do this.

*

Kay looked up from her computer screen, where she had been compiling data for her monthly presentation, because she felt like she was being watched. Glancing around the office she saw Steve avert his gaze, pretending to be busy with work. Ever since the previous month, when her office has signed him on as an intern, she’d caught him ogling her openly on more than one occasion. In truth, she was sort of responsible for that state of affairs: she was the one who had recommended him for the internship, and thus far, no one had complained about him, quite the contrary. This pleased her to an extent, as she had been somewhat reluctant to recommend her son’s best friend for the opening.

Steve had been her son’s best friend for years, ever since they had joined the baseball team when they were both twelve. Over time, he’d come over to her house on numerous occasions; most visits had centered on the fact that her family had a large swimming pool in the backyard. It was there that she’d first noticed him staring at her. The intensity of the stares had grown as he’d matured. Back in the day she had dismissed his stares as the stares of a normal, horny young boy, but here he was, almost five years later, still staring at her. If anything, he’d grown more bold…

Since her concentration was broken, she used the opportunity to go grab a cup of coffee, and get away from the hum drum nature of the work she was doing. Fresh cup of coffee in hand, she paused for a second in front of a window to check out her reflection and straighten out her outfit. As she was complimenting herself over her new haircut, which had her auburn hair reaching down to her shoulders, and which had cost quite a pretty penny, the thought of Steve’s stares popped into her head. She caught herself thinking about him and his piercing brown eyes more and more often nowadays. She had rationalized that she worked hard enough at the gym four times per week, so why not relish the attention. She smiled to herself before dismissing his horny stares and returning to work. Of course, there had been the one time when, in the file room, she’d had to squeeze past him. She was very busy and in a hurry, so she hadn’t registered the event too well- her attention had been on the set of files she needed. But, had she felt his erection that day, pressing against her? Kay snapped out of her day dream. She wanted to get done with work early so she could plan and prepare for the upcoming weekend’s pool party at her house.

—

Steve had been waiting impatiently for the weekend to arrive ever since his best friend had told him about it, not long after he’d started his internship. For him the internship was one of the best things that could have happened – the company was a good one, this job would enhance his resume and, more importantly, he’d figured, he could hang around Kay Jackson more.

She had been his hot, wet dream for as long as he could recall being interested in girls. He’d always found her attractive, although he’d never considered why much. Maybe it was that he’d seen her virtually naked all those summers, as she paraded around her pool in her assorted bikinis, letting the sun (and whomever was present) lavish her with attention. Maybe it was a simple stereotypically cultural thing- Kay was a MILF and he wanted to fuck her. Maybe it was the taboo of her being his best friend’s mom, almost like a second mom to himself, in a way. But none of that really mattered: he found her attractive and wanted to posses her. He’d dreamed of an opportunity to make a move, but, other than the one time when he’d legitimately had to squeeze past her güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri in the file room. Her back had been towards him; she was looking for a binder and he’d made sure to press himself into her “on accident”. That, however, was as close as he’d ever gotten to fulfilling his fantasy.. He’d engraved the memory of her firm ass pressed against his cock, but, he’d hoped for more by now. He wanted more. Kay had occupied a central place in his mind ever since he’d first seen her wearing a small string bikini out by the pool. Starting that day, which had ended with him cumming three times to thoughts of her filling out that hot bikini she had been wearing, she had been on his mind on a daily basis, if only when he was jerking off. However, he knew himself to be an optimist and figured that this party might be the right time for him to really make a move.

He arrived at Kay’s house just as the third pitcher of margaritas was being served. It was a very hot day and the pitchers, being filled with ice, did look very appealing. Everybody seemed to be a little tipsy. Kay’s husband appeared to have had a few too many already, which was understandable, since he was in charge of making the drinks. He found out that his best friend was probably gonna be AWOL all weekend as he’d said something about a “new girlfriend”, a “boat” and a “lake” before he’d rushed out the door the previous day. This was news to Steve, but he silently wished his friend the best of luck on his quest. Would his friend return the favor, had he really been aware of the fact that Steve wanted to bang his mom? Probably not. Well, what Alex didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt him, Steve figured. Besides, they’d both lusted after mature women, even going so far as to make a pact to double team their high school biology teacher, Ms. Slimmerik. Nothing had ever come of that, but they’d talked a good game.

He smiled as he made his way towards Kay to say hello. As he got closer he noticed that she seemed slightly tipsy. She’d just gotten out of the pool and the figure hugging bikini looked vacuum-formed across her body. The water must have been cold as well, because her nipples were straining against the fabric. She welcomed him with a hug…which he thought lasted a bit too long. She then offered to get him a drink, as she was going to get one herself. Steve had an Evrika moment right then and there: perhaps the key to Kay lay in booze, and, as a college student, he knew all about plying girls with booze. He made sure that her glass was never empty after that point.

The party progressed at a fast clip, the sole marker of the time’s passage being the flow of margaritas. A couple of hours later, Steve found that Kay had disappeared from the party. Maybe she’d wanted to escape the heat, and had gone inside the house. He noticed that everyone was pretty drunk by that point, a result of the heat and the booze mixing, whereas he had been judicious (for a change). He took stock of the situation and decided that it was the time to act. He followed Kay into the house, catching a glimpse of her as she headed up the stairs. Quickly he closed the gap, just as she was entering the spare bedroom.

“Can I help you with anything, Kay?” he asked. He barely managed to contain his trembling voice. His desire had gotten hold of him, but perhaps he shouldn’t force things yet. It wasn’t the first time he’d used her first name, especially since they’d started working together. But this was different. He wanted to assert himself if he was going to make his move.

“Oh, Steve, you caught me. I was just trying to get out of the heat, and this room is the coolest one in the house,” she replied.

He saw her gaze shift to the visible bulge in his shorts. A cheeky smile drifted across her face.

“Anything I can help you with, Steve?”, she güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri said. He caught a hint of sarcasm, but he could see her staring at his growing crotch.

“Kay, I’ve always been very attracted to you,” Steve said as he drew to within a foot of her, “and you know it.”

His words made her blush, even as she nodded her agreement. She caught herself mid-nod: “But, I am old enough to be your mom. What…what would…Alex think? What would my husband think?” Her protest, however, came with no energy. She wasn’t convinced, and she was not convincing him either.

“And, quite frankly, I want you. Here. And. Now. ” His tone was very commanding, but he could see it soothed her at the same time. He had to take charge of the situation, before she’d slip through his fingers. Besides, the more time he spent thinking about K, the more he wanted to dominate her- to make her submit to him. Circumstances were forcing him to take charge. He moved closer, until he was sure he filled her entire field of vision. Steve’s hand was stroking the outside of Kay’s bikini bottoms. He could not believe his luck. His fantasy, what had become his damn near obsession, was about to become reality.

As his fingers found her clit, he broke of the kiss just long enough to say “Kay, I need to fuck you, right now.”

The words struck her like a bag of bricks,and hearing him say it raised the tension for her.

“But, Steve, I’m married!” she protested even as her hands were fondling his tight ass.

He silenced her criticism with another kiss, while his fingers pushed aside the thin wedge of material covering her crotch. When he touched her bare pussy, her core, Kay’s desires reached a fever pitch. She had enough sense to tell him to wear a rubber and to point out the nightstand where she’d found a couple of condoms. Her brother in law had visited with his wife and they’d slept (and fucked) in this room. She lay down on the edge of the bed, and put the condom on herself, amazed at how his dick felt.

She felt like a summer storm blowing at full force as his rubber covered cock entered her. The rush of the act, the scary knowledge that they might get caught any second, his domineering demeanor, the actual feel of him, all sweaty and tense, the smell of his after shave, they all combined to give her the best orgasm of her life, to date. Her body shook, as wave after wave of pleasure swept over her. At most she could focus on keeping her mouth tightly shut, so as not to scream out before she passed out from the sensation.

Once her lights came back on, Kathy noticed that Steve was still going; the condom was prolonging his experience, by dulling the sensation for him. However, even as her second orgasm was building, she was overcome by guilt. What if her husband decided to come looking for her? How long had she been gone? What would happen to their marriage? She screwed her eyes shut at the thought of her son catching her fucking his best friend…fucking him, faster, and at just the right angle to hit her G spot. The second orgasm washed over her, catching the breath in her throat. This time she felt Steve tense up from his own impending orgasm. She could almost feel the cum shooting out of his cock. For the briefest of moments it occurred to her that the condom might break, but the thought was washed away by the orgasmic pulse.

As Steve lay atop her for a moment, relishing the sensations of the act they’d committed, she nudged him to get moving, saying “We can’t stay like this!” her voice full of urgency. He looked down at the condom, now in danger of falling off his shrinking penis. Kay followed his stare and she realized in horror that she’d have to dispose of this most incriminating evidence.

The fear made her jump into action: she grabbed the condom off güvenilir bahis şirketleri his penis, snapping it off with some malice. He’d just fucked her! She’d just been fucked by someone other than her husband, and that tiny act was all the revenge she could muster. She marvelled at the amount of cum that she was holding in the latex sheath, as she headed to the nearest bathroom to flush it down the toilet. She did hold on to it longer than necessary before dumping it. Its heft was calling to her, summoning something, a need she’d not felt in a long time. Hastily she cleaned up, trying to reach a respectable state. Once satisfied, she left the restroom, and found herself conflicted when she discovered he wasn’t waiting for her. She put on a brave face and went back downstairs, but her disguise was unnecessary. The party hadn’t stopped and everyone was even more drunk now than before. Someone handed her a full glass and she went on drinking.

Hours later, the party was winding down. Anticipating that she’d be coordinating sending people off, she’d reduced her alcohol intake a couple of hours earlier. Her husband wasn’t really up for the task- he’d had too much to drink and was barely able to discern the guests as they were leaving. Her thoughts were a blur and she did all she could to not focus on what she’d done. When it was time for Steve to leave, he hugged the host, taking the opportunity to tell her that he couldn’t wait to do it again. Maybe because her husband was there she didn’t object, so as not to make a scene. This was what she’d tell herself from that night on, anytime she’d find herself facing the thought.

The next day was Sunday. Kay and her husband both slept in and not just to avoid confronting their hangovers as long as possible. It was their Sunday “tradition”, only this time they had a very good excuse for it – they’d imbibed too much. Once they woke up, past two pm, they both got busy cleaning up after Hurricane Party. Between the cleaning and trying to keep her thoughts to a dull roar, Kay did her best not to give much thought to the previous day’s transgressions. She went to bed early, exhausted and slept without dreams.

On Monday, she had to get to work early. Kay was not a morning person, so she always drove to work on auto, without being to aware of what was going on. Every once in awhile she’d marvel how she’d managed to get to work that particular day. Once she got in, she was slammed with work, so, once again she didn’t have much time to think about it, until Steve showed up at her desk, seemingly out of nowhere. She found herself staring at his crotch, and, with that, it was as if she was hit by a mallet. Saturday’s events rushed back at her with full force, so powerful that she gasped. Steve kept up a professional facade and handed her a manila folder with files for her to review and sign. Hidden under the first sheet was a handwritten note from him. She didn’t notice til later, when she got done with the morning’s workload.

“Kay, Saturday was the best sex I’ve ever had. Can’t wait for more. I’ll let you know when and where,” the note said. His tone was fresh, just like it had been Saturday. If anything, with this note, he’d grown even more bold.

She had an easier time controlling herself as she read that note, but it left her feeling conflicted. A loud voice inside her protested the way he assumed he was in control, but, the more she thought about it, the more she realized that the idea was highly appealing. She’d never really thought of herself this way, as being…so submissive. Thinking the word made her shiver and it got her wet as well. She’d always looked down on loose women, but, suddenly, the thought of being a slut, turned her on…

She got lost in thought, until the ring of the phone snapped her out of it. It was her boss, and his detailed requests broke her train of thought for the moment. She found herself on autopilot for the rest of the day, although she did stash the piece of paper from Steve in her purse… A reckless act? Maybe, but, doing it had energized her. What was happening to her? She dreaded finding out, but knew she’d follow it to its conclusion.

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