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“I want you Dylan,” I whisper to him, pushing him up against a wall and ripping his shirt off, “Do you want me? I hope you do cause whether or not I am going to make you feel good.”

“Oh is that so?” he says to me, “you know who else you can make feel good?” he looks towards the door and I follow him. Another girl is standing there, dressed in only her white-laced lingerie and blushing just enough for me to notice.

“Come here,” he calls for her. She comes over and kneels on the bed, “Good girl. Now,” he pushes me away and sits on a chair, “Entertain me.”

I look at her and she looks at me blushing,

“Have you done this before?” I ask. She shakes her head and looks down, fiddling with her hands. Poor girl. I walk over to the bed and get on my knees in front of her, she’s nervous and is refusing to give eye contact,

“There’s no reason to be afraid or nervous. I’ll be gentle and will do most of the work,” I gently grab her chin and lift her head up to look at me. She’s blushing so much, it’s so cute. I lean in to kiss and her body tenses up,

“Haha. You’re so cute,” I lean in closer and kiss her on the lips, so soft and plump. I push her back slowly and get on top of her.

She so small and adorable, I want to taste every bit of her body. I take my shirt off exposing my large, bare breasts. Her cheeks go red and she covers her face,

“Hahaha, I like you. You’re so small and cute, I want you to be mine,” I wasn’t lying. I took one of her hands and placed it against my firm breast. She went wide-eyed and her mouth gaped and next thing I know I was on the bottom and she was between my boobs. She was playing with my nipples and biting at my breasts. My body was getting hot and sweaty. I slid my hands down her back and grasped her ass in my hands. I slapped her cheeks, pulled them apart and moved her body up and down mine. She lifted her head up to mine and pushed her lips against mine. I un-clipped her bra strap and took it off, she didn’t have big boobs but size doesn’t matter. I sat up, holding her body close to mine, and moved her up so my head was in line with her breasts.

“Naww how cute. Look how small they are haha,” her body tensed a bit and I realised I had hit a sensitive spot, “You know how we can fix this?” I enclosed my mouth around one of her nipples and sucked on it. My other hand was grasping her other breast. Her body was hot, overwhelmingly hot and sweaty,

“HHnn! I.. I can’t…” She said. illegal bahis This was the first time I heard her speak and it sounded so beautiful I stopped what I was doing and looked up at her. Her face was red, looking down at me,

“I’ve never heard you speak before. Ah! I just want you even more now,” I said. I leant forward and continued furiously sucking on her nipples. It turns out she is extremely sensitive with her boobs. Her body is so tense and hot, it’s like she has never felt the pleasure of being touched before. She wrapped her arms around my head, and leaned her head back. She was making all these perverted noises, I could feel my panties getting wet. And I wasn’t the only one, her white-laced lingerie was soaked in her womanly juices, I could feel it on my legs.

“You’re so wet, I can feel it against my legs and you’re body is so hot. Where have you been all my life?” I can’t get enough of her,

“D-Don’t say such embarrassing things,” she says to me. She pushes away from my grasp and stands up next to the bed, “I can’t afford to get these dirty.”

She slides down her already soaked panties and takes it off. Her womanly juices flow down the inside of her legs,

“Take mine off too,” I beg her and she comes over and pulls them off by her teeth. I sit on the edge of the bed for her and lie back. She gets on her hands and knees on the floor and spreads my legs. She moves forward and licks my clit quickly,

“Ahh! Don’t.. tease me,” I tell her. She seals her mouth around it and sucks on it as hard as she can,

“AHHH! Mmmhh!” I moan. She’s better than most of the guys that have done this to me. I rest my head back against the bed, my breathing is so heavy and my body feels overwhelmingly hot and glistening with sweat. I feel her finger enter my vagina,

“Mmm! My, my, that feels good haha,” then she pushes it up against my G-spot, “AHH! No, no. Not there.. I.. It,” I can’t think straight and I can’t relax my body. She keeps teasing me, pushing her finger against my g-spot and then taking it out. She nibbles on my clit and sucks on it even more and not once has her mouth let go of it. Then she stops and I hear her gasp. I look up but my vision is a little blurry. I forgot about Dylan, sitting over in his little observation chair watching as me and this girl get lost in our own lust for each other. My vision has cleared and I see him pick her up by the arm and kneel her on the bed, facing her away from illegal bahis siteleri him.

He clicks at me to get my attention,

“Lie down in front of her with your legs spread,” I crawl over in front of her and lie down, spreading my legs and exposing my overflowing womanhood towards her. She’s going red and her body is covered in sweat. I lay there patient whilst Dylan unzips his pant and slides them down. There, visible through the gap in this girl’s legs is a fully erect penis. He moves behind this girl and closes her legs,

“A little bird tells me that this is your first time. Am I right?” he says. She nods her head and says nothing. I can’t help but blush for this girl. A virgin, so cute and little knowledge in this subject. I wish I could be the one to take her virginity. She pushes her forward just over me and grabs her arms behind her, cuffing them in his hand.

“I’ll be gentle, I’ll work my way in. Don’t you worry,” He says to her and pushes himself through the gap in her legs. Her body twitches just a bit and tenses up,

“Yes.. Good, tense your thighs around my dick. So tight!” He manages to say. He moves his dick back and forth through the gap in her legs. Her pussy is making all these embarrassing sounds, it’s getting me all hot and bothered just listening to it. I rub my drenched pussy, I can’t help but make embarrassing noises too.

“I-I can’t believe this. I am going to cum.. so early too. I knew you were special, that’s why I got you,” he pulled her close to him and came all over my body. This hot, sticky liquid spread over my body. He released the girl and let her weak body fall on me. He walked back over to his chair,

“Continue, she’s never had an orgasm before,” he says. I lie her body on the bed and kiss her on the lips,

“Don’t worry, just rest for a bit,” she smiles at me and my face goes hot and red. She’s so cute, I want her so bad. I move back down towards her pussy and spread her legs just a bit. This is more wet then I would have thought,

“Haha my, my. Such an erotic scene,” I lean forward and lick away some womanly juice from her thigh. It was so sweet. I buried my face between her thighs, I wanted more of her, I couldn’t think of anything else but her sweet tasting juices,

“Ah! You taste so good!” I say.

“But.. But I feel weird,” she says to me. Her cute face is all red. If she feels weird she could be close to cumming. I lick her clit and it twitches, canlı bahis siteleri her whole body tenses,

“Haha! MMM! You’re so cute, have you ever had an orgasm before?” I ask. She looks at me with her adorable white face and shakes her head,

“N-No,” she says and for some reason I feel honoured. I am going to give this girl her first orgasm. I’ve been masturbating myself through this whole experience and I know I am close to orgasm too. I move around facing my pussy towards hers and I move them together so they push up against each other,

“AHH! What.. What is this?” she asks stunned. I chuckle at her. I really like this girl, I’ll make her mine through the way I treat her. I move my hips back and forth against her pussy. Our womanly juices continue to flow out of us and are making some pretty embarrassing noises. My pussy is rubbing her pussy, definitely an experience I have never tried before,

“Something’s coming!” she shouts,

“Don’t, Ahh! Don’t be scared. Let it come,” I tell her. She holds my leg in her arm and lets out a scream. She cummed so much that it’s leaking out of her vagina. I can feel her hot, cum against my pussy, it’s dribbling down my leg and staining the bed. I take a second to catch my breath and I crawl up to her head.

“Good job, Cutie,” I give her a wink and kiss her on the lips. She smiles at me,

“You still have to cum, sit on my face,” she says to me. I sit up above her face and she grabs my hips and brings my dripping wet pussy down to her mouth. On first contact I grab the bed-head to stop myself from collapsing, I can’t believe how sensitive I am. She’s burying her face deep inside me and using her tongue as a tool to penetrate my vagina. Her thumb pushes up against my clit and tortures it. I feel someone come up behind me and pull me close to him. Again I forgot Dylan was over in his chair watching us. He kisses me on the neck and squeezes my breast in his hand. This overwhelming feeling makes my body feel weak. I rest my head against Dylan’s shoulder. Dylan starts rubbing my clit. I slowly thrust my hips back and forth over the girl’s mouth. I can feel myself cumming, the feeling feels good. Dylan gets close to my ear,

“Scream my name, scream it when you cum,” he says.

“Ahh! Dylan!” I scream. My body goes hot and stiff, my vision goes a little bit blurry and all I can feel is my hot liquid fill my vagina and dribble into the girl’s mouth. She drinks all my cum and licks my pussy clean. My body feels just as weak and hot and sweaty like the girl underneath me now. Dylan lies me down on the bed and opens up a window to let in a cool breeze. He crawls in between me and the girl and we cuddle up to him.

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Beth and Dan were married very young, just 20 years old each. As such both were virgins when they married. Beth wasn’t an outstanding beauty but very attractive with a nice body and very nice breasts, 36D. Dan, on the other hand, was rather feminine looking and wore his hair long, in a ponytail. Being slightly built, on more than one occasion he was mistaken for a girl not just from behind but when meeting face to face with people who didn’t know him.

Being virgins when they got married, Beth had no idea how under endowed Dan was and found out on their wedding night that Dan was barely 3 inches fully erect. This was certainly disappointing to Beth as she had heard from her girlfriends about their men being more endowed with fully hard cocks of 6 inches are bigger. Beth loved Dan and so she felt she could deal with his very undersized cock. Over time Beth found her sex life lacked excitement and on many occasions after they had sex she would sneak off into the bathroom to play with herself until she had an orgasm. She never complained or said anything to Dan as she didn’t want to hurt his feelings or confidence as a man.

They lived in an apartment building which they really liked until Jerry moved in. Jerry lived in the apartment next to theirs and they shared a common wall. Jerry played music all the time with the volume turned up, disturbing Beth and Dan. Jerry was pretty much the opposite of Dan, he was bigger than Dan and it was clear than Jerry worked out on a regular basis at a gym. Beth couldn’t help but notice Jerry and especially at the pool. On more than once occasion Beth couldn’t help but notice the bulge in Jerry’s swim suit, which looked quite large even though he wasn’t hard and had started to wonder how big it would be hard and what it would be like to have sex with someone so well endowed. Beth never said anything to Dan about it for fear he would hurt his feelings.

It was around a month after Jerry moved in that he was playing his music very loud later than usual. The music was really bothering Dan and he was complaining about it to Beth. At one point Beth said to him “you need to go knock on his door and tell him to turn it down.” Well the mere thought of confronting Jerry was too much and while he wanted to go over and do just that, he was far too scared of Jerry. Finally, Beth had enough and said to him “either you to tell him to turn it down or I will.” Dan just froze, unable to do as Beth said and Beth simply looked at him, and walked out the door.

Dan felt bad that Beth had to do what he was afraid to do but figured she’d only be gone a few minutes. After 5 minutes, he began to get worried. The music was turned down a bit but still loud. Dan kept hoping Beth would come back but after 20 minutes he knew he had to go next door and find out why she wasn’t back. Dan knocked on the door and Jerry’s friend, Sam opened the door.

Sam looked at Dan, pulling him inside saying “we’ve been waiting for you little man.”As Dan walked in Sam had grabbed him, held both of his arms behind has back with one hand. Dan couldn’t believe was he saw. Beth was completely naked in front of Jerry, who was sitting in a chair, no pants or underwear on and his very large cock rock hard, which Beth was holding and it was obvious from her position that she had been sucking his cock.

Beth said in a very commanding voice “Dan, you got to do whatever they tell you do.”

Dan, in spite of being held by Sam, Dan blurted out “what are you doing to her, you have to stop”.

Sam simply laughed at Dan saying, “you going to stop us little man?” There was no way Dan could do a thing about it.

And then Jerry said “Beth been telling us all about you little man. We want to see it for ourselves. Take off all your clothes right now.”

By now Dan’s arms were aching and there was no way for him to resist. Sam let him go and as he began to remove his clothes Beth had started to once again suck Jerry’s very large cock. Dan got down to his underwear and stopped and Jerry simply said, “all of them little man.” Dan pushed his underwear down and off and tried to cover his cock with his hands but Sam pulled his hands away.

Dan was now completely naked, his cock exposed to them

Jerry laughed, as well as Sam, with Jerry saying, “oh my god, Beth told us you were small but no way did I think you were that small.” Sam was laughing too and then Jerry said, “it’s not a cock at all, it’s more like a clit. That’s what you have, you have a clitty, not a cock.” Beth was looking at Dan, while sucking Jerry’s cock. And then Jerry said, “we need you to cover up you’re clitty little man. Pick up Beth’s panties and put them on.”

Beth stopped sucking Jerry’s cock long enough to say, “Do it Dan, put my panties on.” And so, Dan picked up the panties and stepped into them, pulling the pink lace panties up, over his cock. Instantly Dan’s little cock got hard, tenting the panties, to which Jerry laughed saying, “well look at that, his little clitty is excited by the pretty panties.” Jerry then said, “now here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to let your canlı bahis pretty wife suck on my cock for a few more minutes and then I’m going to fuck her. And here’s the catch, you get to decide where I’ll fuck her, either in her pussy or her ass.”

Beth immediately said, “oh god, not my ass, you’re too big, fuck my pussy.”

Jerry looked at Dan, asking “so what will it be, her ass or her pussy. Beg really nice and maybe I’ll fuck her where you ask.”

Dan knew there was no way Jerry could fuck Beth’s ass with his huge cock without really hurting her so Dan said, “pl.. please fuck her pussy sir. You’ll really like how it feels. I’m so small that I’m sure it’ll be really tight and feel great. Please sir, please fuck her pussy.”

Jerry smiled saying, “that was really good little man. OK. I’ll fuck your wife’s pussy but before I do you need to now a few things. Because you’re so small her pussy will be tight and when I put my cock in her it might hurt a little but that won’t last long. After about a minute of fucking her it’s going to feel really good to her, better than she can imagine. She’ll start to really get into it and tell me what a great cock I have. She’ll have at least 2 and possibly 3 orgasms before I come in her. And you know what else, she’ll like fucking my cock so much she’ll never fuck you again. So are you sure you want me to fuck her pussy.”

Dan hung his head in shame and said, “yes sir, please fuck my wife’s pussy.”

Dan watched as Jerry had Beth get up off her knees and turned to face Dan and then Jerry pulled her onto his lap. His huge cock was pointing straight up and then Beth took hold of it, placed it at her pussy lips and very slowly impaled herself on it. As his cock slid in her pussy inch by inch Beth let out moans, getting louder with each inch entering her.

Finally, Beth had Jerry cock completely inside her, she sat for a few seconds getting used to the size and then she began to move up and down on it. Jerry looked at Dan saying, “your wife is my slut now, she’ll do anything to be allowed to fuck my cock. Isn’t that right slut Beth?”

Beth breathlessly said, “oh yes Jerry. I’m your slut. You own me, I’ll do anything you ask, just keep fucking me.” And just then Beth screamed,”ohhhh god, fuck me, I’m cuming, fuck me. YESSSSSSSSSSSS.”

Dan had never seen nor heard Beth have such a strong orgasm. As soon as she stopped coming, she began to move up and down on Jerry’s cock. Dan watched his wife fuck Jerry’s cock for another 10 minutes, during which she had 2 more orgasms. Jerry finally said, “get ready slut, I’m about to cum in your pussy.”

Beth said. “yes, do it, cum in my pussy.” Dan watched as Jerry’s cock throbbed and his balls contracted.

Jerry said, “yes, oh yes.” Over and over he could see Jerry’s cock shooting a huge amount of cum in Beth’s pussy. Finally, he stopped coming. Beth sat on is cock for another minute and then very slowly stood up, letting Jerry’s cock out of her pussy.

Dan watched as Beth held her hand under her pussy, catching Jerry’s cum in her hand. When the cum stopped dripping, Dan watched his wife bring her hand to her lips and lick up all of Jerry’s cum. When her hand was clean, she knelt again, took Jerry’s cock and started to lick it until it was clean, with Jerry saying, “that’s it slut, that’s a good slut. Clean my cock.” Dan starred in total belief to see what his wife was doing.

Beth finished cleaning Jerry’s cock and got up to put her dress back on. As she did that, Dan started to take off her panties but Jerry said, “no little man, keep the panties on. From now on you wear panties all the time. If you had a cock you could wear boxers but you don’t have a cock, you have a clitty so panties only.” Dan was humiliated but left the panties on and got dressed. Just as they were leaving Jerry said, “I want you both back here tomorrow at 9, I’ll want my slut to suck my cock and fuck her pussy again.”

Beth and Dan returned to their apartment. Beth said she was exhausted and went straight to bed, not talking about what had happened in Jerry’s apartment. Dan didn’t want to talk about it either and went to bed.

In the morning after his shower, Dan walked into the bedroom to get dressed. Beth was there and handed him very feminine pink panties with lace leg opening, a lace waistband and a satin bow, saying “I think Jerry will really like these on you, they’re so pretty.” Dan didn’t even try and object, taking them from Beth and pulling them on, over his little cock, which got hard immediately. Beth didn’t say a thing but she smiled seeing Dan hard little cock in the panties.

While Beth was a little sore from the previous night she couldn’t stop thinking about Jerry’s very large cock and how great it was to be fucked by him. She even wondered if tonight he might invite some of his friends over to fuck her and if he did and wanted her to fuck his friends, she was more than willing to do it.

Dan on the other hand was actually happy for the first time he had a small cock but all he could think about was the fact he was wearing panties and they were bahis siteleri keeping him very hard.

That evening after they had dinner Dan was watching as Beth redid her hair and make-up. It was clear to Dan that Beth was looking forward to being with Jerry again. Beth had put on a dress that Dan had never seen. It was very low cut, just barely covering her nipples with most of her tits out. She walked over to Dan, did a little twirl that caused her dress to go up, making it easy to see she wasn’t wearing panties. She asked Dan, “what do you think? You think Jerry will like how I look?”

Dan could only respond yes and then asked Beth “Is it true what Jerry said? That you’ll never have sex with me again?”

Beth ran her hand over his cheek saying, “yes Dan. As soon as I started sucking on Jerry’s cock I knew that we would never have sex again. And then once he started fucking me, god. And did you see how hard he made me cum? I mean god, his cock feels so great, I just got to fuck it again. And if he has friends over and tells me to fuck them I must do it. I mean he owns me now, you too. We’ve got to do what he says.”

Beth then said, “I think it would really make Jerry happy if we dress you up.”

Dan immediately said “you mean as a girl, in girl clothes?”

Beth responded “yes. I’m thinking my white blouse, with the bra that matches the panties you’re wearing, a little short skirt, with some hold up, lace top nylons and some heels. I’d do your hair, make up and paint your nails. Admit Dan, you’ve wondered what it would be like to wear girly clothes.”

Dan said, “well yes, but most guys have.”

And Beth said, “well maybe guys like you, sissy guys. But not Jerry, he’s all man. He’s big, strong and has a cock that any woman would want to fuck and suck. And I’m sure as he sees a pretty girl walking down the street in cute clothes he’s thinking he wants to fuck her, he’s not thinking about wearing the clothes she has on but you do, you’re wondering if you’d look good in the dress she has on.”

Dan didn’t dispute what Beth said. Over the next 30 minutes Beth had Dan shave his legs and then dressed him in a semi-sheer white blouse which showed the pretty pink lace bra through it, lace top hold up nylons, the pink panties and a very short skirt with heels. She styled his hair, including some bangs, did his make-up and then painted his nails pink and matching pink lipstick.

Beth stood back and couldn’t believe her eyes, he made a very cute girl. She made Dan walk around to get used to the high heels. She then told him to wait, she had one more thing to add to his outfit. She brought out a box and Dan looked inside the box not believing his eyes. It was a pink chastity CB 6000S, very small, with a lock and 2 keys.

Beth said “I bought it today, at lunch. It’s the smallest one they have and look, it’s pink. Perfect for a sissy. Now that we aren’t going to have sex you’ll probably want to play with yourself all the time. This will stop you from playing yourself and tonight you can give the key to Jerry so that he can decided when you can let you little clitty make squirties.”

Dan was worried that Jerry would never let him cum so he asked Beth, “please, can I make myself cum before you put it on.”

Beth said, “absolutely not. Jerry needs to know that he has total control over you now, that you’re desperate to cum and you’ll do whatever he says for the privilege of having a sissy cum.” And Beth attached the chastity device to Dan’s little cock. She put the lock on said to Dan, “now you close the lock.” Dan reached down and pushed the lock closed, hearing it click shut. Beth put the keys in a small hand bag saying to Dan, “you can give Jerry the keys later tonight. And you make sure if he wants to see it, you’ll hold up your skirt and push your panties down to show him.”

Beth then said, “one more thing, you should ask Jerry if you could suck his cock.”

Dan was shocked by what she suggested saying, “suck his cock, no, I don’t want to suck his cock.”

Beth replied, “well do what you want. But I think you should. You look so damn cute that he might just want to fuck your ass.”

Dan was shocked asking, “really? He’d want to fuck my ass. No way, no way can his cock fit in my ass.” Beth simply smiled and Dan said, “your right, I’ll do it. I’ll ask him if I can suck on his cock.”

It was time to go. Beth knocked on the door and Jerry called out who there? Beth responded, “it’s your slut Beth and sissy Danielle.” Jerry said come on. He was sitting in the same chair as the night before and Beth and Dan walked over to him. When Beth got in front of him she twirled around, allowing her dress to hem to go up so Jerry could see she wasn’t wearing panties. Dan simply stood, not saying a word.

Beth asked, “would you like me to take off my dress?” Jerry said no and had her move closer to him. He then placed a hand on her thigh, moving it up, inserting 2 fingers in her pussy, which was already extremely wet.

Jerry commented saying, “you really are a slut, aren’t you?”

Beth said, “oh yes sir, I’m your bahis şirketleri slut. I’ll do whatever you wish, you can fuck my pussy. I’ll fuck your friends if you want, anything. Anything that’ll make you happy.”

Beth was grinding on Jerry’s fingers, it felt so good. Jerry turned to Dan asking, “so little man, what do you say? Are you going to tell me to stop?”

Dan immediately said, “no sir. You can do whatever you want with my wife. You can fuck her pussy, have her suck your cock, anything at all.” Jerry laughed at him as Beth continued to grind away on Jerry’s fingers.

Beth was rapidly approaching an orgasm and Jerry said, “slut, you don’t have permission to cum yet.” Beth groaned as she slowed down, trying to delay an orgasm. Jerry asked her, “do tell me how many times did your little husband make you cum when you had sex?”

Beth blurted out immediately, “none, not once. I never had an orgasm with him. After he would cum I would sneak off to the bathroom and rub myself making me cum. Yours in the only cock that has ever made me cum.”

This was the first Dan had heard this and was humiliated by what Beth had said.

Beth then said to Dan, “Danielle don’t you have something you want to give to Jerry?”

Dan moved closer to Jerry, opened his hand bag and handed Jerry the 2 keys, saying “the keys are for the lock to my chastity device.” Beth was quite surprised, without Jerry asking, Dan lifted his skirt, pushed his panties down to show Jerry his cock all locked up.

Jerry reached out, taking his locked cock in his hand saying, “you really are very small. This would never satisfy a woman, especially a slut like your wife. It’s good think it’s locked up, you won’t be needing it anytime soon.”

Dan then said, “please sir, maybe once a week you could unlock me so I can play with my clitty.”

Jerry laughed saying, “once a week sissy, no way. I might unlock you once a month or every other month, or maybe never.”

Dan said, “once every 2 months would be generous sir, thank you.”

Jerry smiled saying, “let’s see how well behaved you are sissy Danielle. That’s a good name for you a sissy like you, Danielle.” Beth was looking at Dan, smiling, still grinding on Jerry’s finger’s in her pussy. Jerry looked over to Beth saying, “you have permission to cum slut.” Beth simply said thank you sir. Jerry moved his hand so 2 fingers were still in her pussy but also his thumb began to rub her clit.

Beth was looking directly in Dan’s eyes as she started to moan. Jerry said, “watch your wife sissy, she’s going to cum on command.” Beth kept grinding on his fingers as Jerry started to count down from 10. Beth could feel her orgasm building with each number. Jerry finally said, “3, 2, 1.” And exactly as Jerry said 1 Beth exploded in a massive orgasm.

When her orgasm stopped, she looked at Jerry saying, “oh thank you sir, thank you for allowing me to cum.”

Beth than turned to Dan, saying “Danielle isn’t there something you’d like to ask Jerry?”

Jerry was still holding Dan’s cock in the chastity device, as he said, “please sir, I would, ah, ah, like to suck your cock, if that would make you happy with me”

Jerry looked at Dan, smiling saying “sure sissy, you can suck on my cock.”

Beth moved aside so that Dan could get between Jerry’s legs. Beth wasn’t sure he’d do it and watched as Dan reached up, undid Jerry’s belt, button on his pants and pulled down his zipper. Jerry lifted up a little bit off the chair and Dan took hold of Jerry’s pants and underwear, pulling them down his legs and then off completely. Dan looked at Jerry’s cock, not remembering just how big it is. Dan reached out, took hold of Jerry’s cock and began to slowly jerk it up and down.

Beth watched and then placed her hand behind Dan’s head, pushing him forward. Dan opened his mouth and then started licking Jerry’s cock, starting at the head, moving down the shaft and then to his balls. As Dan licked Jerry’s cock, Jerry said “that’s very nice sissy, do a nice job, keep on licking.” As Beth watched, her hand went up under her dress and began to very slowly finger her pussy and clit, amazed that her husband looked like he was really enjoying licking Jerry’s cock.

After around 5 minutes of licking, Dan looked up and asked, “may I now suck your cock sir?” Jerry smiled, saying “yes sissy, suck my cock.” Dan opened his mouth wide and took Jerry’s cock into his mouth, moving up and down. Beth was getting more turned on by the sight of Dan sucking Jerry’s cock and now she pulled her dress up, removing it and leaving her nude in front of Jerry.

She started back again feeling her tits and fingering her pussy, with Jerry saying “you like this slut, don’t you? You like seeing your sissy husband sucking my big cock.”

Beth almost breathlessly, said “yes, he can’t fuck, his cock is so fucking small but he’s a good little cock sucker.” While this was the very first cock Dan had ever sucked, he worked on Jerry’s cock, doing the things that turned him on when Beth used to suck his cock, moving up and down, using his tongue on the big head, and feeling his balls. Beth was really surprised by how much Dan seem to be getting into sucking Jerry’s huge cock and she smiled when she noticed Dan’s little clitty hard inside his pink chastity

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Rob and Sherri walked along through the woods and marveled at nature. The day was over cast so the hiking trails were nearly empty. They had not seen another hiker for about an hour and they had walked into a less popular area of the park, the clay flats and foothills. The scenery was less breath taking here but the solitude and peace more then made up for it.

Sherri looked up and frowned at the clouds. They seemed to be darkening and look much more foreboding then they had a short time ago. The high fluffy white clouds had given way to the dark gray menacing clouds of a rainstorm. She wiped the sweat from her brow and called to Rob.

“Honey, shouldn’t we head back? It looks like it’s going to rain.” She called.

Rob turned and looked up at the sky for a second and then smiled. “Awwww. come on. We’re almost there and I wanted to show you something.” He answered back as he walked to her. “Please. A little sprinkle won’t hurt, it would even feel good after the heat of the day.” He said and grinned at her. There was something about that grin that should have warned her he had other plans but she smiled back and nodded.

The two walked on for another fifteen minutes and then the rain started. Not a light sprinkle but, a torrential downpour. Sherri was pissed, that was for sure. The rain soaked them through in a matter of seconds and dripped off of them. She grabbed Rob’s arm and pulled him close to be heard over the rain.

“A little sprinkle huh?” She said in a sarcastic tone. “Can we go now?”

“Well, honey, we’re already wet, might as well go and see what I wanted to show you and then go. We can’t get any wetter.” He smiled and kissed her.

She wanted to choke him. That was the simple impulse that came across her mind at that moment. Just reach out and choke the living shit out of him. Instead, she nodded again and decided to avoid the fight. It was true, they couldn’t get any wetter.

Sherri was miserable. Her jeans were soaked and she knew she was going to get a rash from the rubbing.

Rob seemed oblivious to the falling canlı bahis rain and walked on as if it was a bright sunny day. The ground was mucky under her feet and Sherri’s boots made sucking sounds with each step in the mud.

No, she decided, choking was too good for him. He deserved something slower and more painful. Castration? No, that would only punish her. Maybe just a slow painful red-hot fire poker enema. That would work. She grinned an evil grin as she tossed the idea over in her mind. Rob caught the grin and picked up the pace.

The rain lessened and Sherri’s mood began to lighten. The rain was only a sprinkle now and the ground was mostly stone and hard packed earth so the going was easier. They walked through a small scrub tree stand and walked out onto a flat plain. The ground had no vegetation on it at all. It was a flat clay plateau. Rob turned and smiled and made a sweeping gesture. Sherri was unimpressed. Her mood began to darken again.

“Isn’t it cool?” Rob asked. Sherri remained silent. “Not a living thing on it. Not a rock or stick or pebble breaking the clay.” He smiled at her and looked back at the clay. “Nothing but clay. Cool huh?”

“Ya. Cool.” Sherri said in a low dangerous tone.

“Baby.” Rob said catching the warning in her voice, “you aren’t seeing what I am seeing obviously.” He said and laughed.

“And what exactly are you seeing that I am not. It’s fucking mud!” Sherri said, starting to get really pissed. “Nothing but fucking mud everywhere. What is so great about that?”

“Well.” Rob said and then pealed off his shirt. “Let me show you.” Before Sherri could answer him he pealed off his shorts and pulled off his hiking boots. He ran out onto the gushy clay before she could grab him and tossed his socks back as he pealed the wet mucky things off. Completely naked her ran out into the mud. Sherri looked around and then realized that no one was here. The rain had driven all the other hikers, the ones with brains, home. So she watched him.

Butt naked he ran along and whooped and hollered as loud as he bahis siteleri could. Then getting a good running start he threw himself on his ass and slid across the mud. Muck sprayed in all directions as he slid along for a good twenty to thirty feet. He stood up laughing and waved for her to join him. Sherri was still standing there with an amazed look on her face, stunned by the utter stupidity of his actions.

Then he ran again and dove and slid on his chest, the mud pooling up and covering his body. He stood and Sherri had to grin at the sight of him. His muscular body covered in a layer of silky wet clay, there was, she had to admit something arousing about it.

He ran back over to her, his cock bobbing all around. He was smiling from ear to ear, at least as far as Sherri could tell under the mud he was. He grabbed her hand and pulled her forward but she shook her head no. She looked him up and down and saw that his cock was growing harder by the second. He laughed and ran back to the mud again and Sherri took a deep breath.

While his back was turned she pealed off her shirt, shoes and jeans. She pulled her socks off and then undid her bra and slid off her panties. This is insane; she thought but was surprised to find her nipples stiff under the light rain.

With a scream she ran out into the mud and felt it squish beneath her toes. It was squishy and wet and cold but it also felt good. She ran and then jumped, landing on her ass she spun and slid along in the mud. Rob laughed and ran back to her as she skidded to a stop. He slid on his ass and ran into her and the two rolled in the mud for a second before stopping.

“This is fucking weird.” Sherri said.

“Ya . . .. But fun ain’t it?” Rob asked and then took a great handful of mud and smeared it on Sherri’s bare breasts. “And it feels so good.” He said with a grin. She had to admit, it did.

She laughed and grabbed a handful of mud and smeared it on Rob. He lay back and let her. She began to rub it over his body, the silky clay so smooth it was like a vat of butter. She rubbed bahis şirketleri it all over his chest and belly and then let her hand slide down to his hard cock. He moaned as she stroked his muddy cock. It felt really good, she decided.

Rob laughed and reached out and began to rub the mud on her breast and Sherri decided not to kill him after all. The two of them ran their hands over each other, the mud covering them both from head to toe. They laughed and kissed each other.

Sherri began to stroke his cock again and Rob pushed her back into the muck. She squealed as the cold clay squished between her ass cheeks. He straddled her chest and placed his cock between her huge tits. She laughed and grabbed a handful of mud and sloshed it onto Rob’s cock and then pressed her breast together. Rob began to thrust his cock between her breasts and they both moaned. Sherri loved to have her tits fucked.

He soon stopped being quite so playful and a serious look came over his face. A hungry look. He began to thrust faster and faster and Sherri knew he wanted to cum. She flexed her legs and found the clay squished against her clit in the most unusual way. She began to squeeze her legs together and found it like a huge tongue licking her. She didn’t even worry about the mud getting in her; she could always wash later. Squeezing her legs in time with his thrusts she found her pussy was aching soon.

“Oh my god baby, I can cum this way.” She said in a ragged voice. He laughed and nodded, he was beyond words now. He thrust between her tits faster and faster.

Sherri squished her legs together as fast as she could and found herself on the verge of cumming, the mud licking her to orgasm. As she started to shake and moan Rob threw back his head and roared and his cock began to erupt. A heavy stream of cum shot across her face and tits. He stroked himself now and his cum splashed every where. Sherri screamed and her own orgasm took her, the feel of the hot cum driving her over the edge.

They both came hard and soon collapsed into each other’s arms in the mud. Finally, as their breathing returned to normal, Rob looked at her and started to laugh.

“What?” She asked.

“You’re a mess.” He said and they both laughed and lay back into the mud to enjoy the gentle cleansing rain.

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It was Jared’s birthday. And Sybil knew what that meant. It was time for another evening of anal sex. It had been the same for almost a decade. As a young married couple just starting out she had not had enough money to buy her husband something for his birthday that first year. The wedding had cost too much. They were saving for a house. And she had just found out that she was pregnant. She had not even told Jared yet. So she had decided to make him a special dinner, tell him the news about the baby and give him the one sexual present that he had been begging and pleading for almost the whole time they were dating: her anal virginity.

What she did not know was that she was setting a precedent. Sine that first birthday as a married couple, anal sex had become the special treat that Jared wanted for every special occasion: his birthday, anniversaries, Christmas, the 4th of July, Armistice Day, hell, Ground Hog Day was sufficient excuse for him to get his hard cock up her back door. It had never been something that Sybil especially liked which was why she kept it only for ‘special’ occasions.

But this year, she had a couple new surprises. She had been talking to her new friend at work, Beth. Beth was in her early twenties, single and way wilder than Sybil had ever dreamt about being. Sybil had been reluctant, shy about discussing their private sex lives at first, but after months of listening to Beth’s latest conquests and with another long night of the dreaded ‘booty call’ looming on the horizon, she had broken down and confided her dilemma in the younger woman.

Beth had asked a few questions then she had thrown back her auburn head and laughed. Laughed loudly, so loudly that others in the office had turned their heads to stare. Sybil had blushed, frightened that one of them would have the effrontery to ask what they were laughing about. That would be a total disaster and Sybil had never been any good at lying. Not better than she was at taking it up the ass as it was. But in the end, no one had intruded upon their private girl talk and Beth had explained to Sybil all the things that they were doing wrong. And that list was long.

That afternoon after work they had taken a detour to a shady part of town. Beth had taken Sybil into a sex shop. She had looked around nervously, clutching her purse close to her body. But surprisingly it was nothing like what she had always feared. Rather than being filled with perverted men, leering at her and stroking themselves, trying to get her into dark rooms in the back for goodness only knew what, most of the other customers were like them: professional women browsing for something to put the spark back into a relationship or perhaps that special thing that would capture their lover’s attention and keep him coming back for more.

The only thing that truly made Sybil uncomfortable was the large signs hanging overhead that directed customers to specific merchandise. Of course, it did save her from having to embarrassingly ask where she could find lube, butt plugs and enema equipment. The large hot pink sign that announced ‘Anal’ said it all and they found everything they needed underneath that awning. Of course, Beth would not let her leave the store until she also picked out a special outfit for the evening.

Now as Sybil stared over at it, lying next to the sink in the bathroom, she did not know how she would ever have the guts to get into the skimpy black lace crotchless panties and matching shelf bra. The black stockings and garter belt with seams running up the back also awaited her pleasure. But first things first.

She sighed heavily and her cheeks darkened with embarrassment as she lifted the lid on the toilet. She had been doing this same thing for a week now. But no matter how many times she did it, it would always be embarrassing. She lifted on foot onto the cold rim of the toilet and reached back behind her with the other. She bore down as if she were using the toilet and a small black rubber thing not unlike a wine bottle cork popped out of her bottom. Tapered at the end, she inspected it and noticed with disgust the dark stains streaking it. She ran hot, soapy water into the sink and threw the objectionable thing into it. She would deal with that later.

Sybil turned to the sunken bath tub filled with warm water illegal bahis and bubble bath. She wanted to sink beneath its depths and just forget all of this. But she knew she could not. The dinner was staying warm in the oven. Her mother had picked up the children after school. Everything was ready. Except her.

This last part was almost more than she could manage. Just the thought of it was mortifying. But the pungent streaks along that rubbery invader told her that it was a necessary evil. She took up the large rubber bag that next to the sink. She filled it was warm water and a bit of the solution that came with it. She blushed even redder as she examined the monster in her trembling hands. She knew that she could stand there all night and this would not get any easier.

She steeled herself and took the offensive thing with her into the built in shower across the room. She hung the bag from the soap tray on the wall and once again lifted her leg slowly. She barely noticed the thin nozzle as she slipped it inside her bottom. She sighed, realizing that the butt plug must be doing its job, stretching the tight muscles of her anus. Reaching up, she loosened the clamp that was attached half way up the meter long hose that ran between the reservoir bag and the nozzle. She jumped a bit, startled as a gush of warm liquid filled her butt. She forced herself to relax. The sensation was not as unpleasant as she had thought it would be. Sybil watched as the bag in front of her began to shrink, emptying into her colon. When it was only half full, she clamped off the hose once more and gingerly removed the nozzle from her back door. She washed more of the brown stains from the white plastic nozzle.

Then she walked slowly, carefully, clinching her butt cheeks tightly, lest any of the liquid escape and end up staining her immaculately clean tiles. It took her far longer than it normally would to get from the shower enclosure to the sunken whirl pool. She felt the tiniest bit of liquid leak from her bottom as she lifted her leg over the side and into the tub. She was relieved when she looked down to see that it was clear water that had stained the rug next to the tub. She allowed herself to relax into the warm bubbles and lean back against the sides of the tub. She allowed the stress of the day and the fears f what was to come to seep slowly from her tight muscles as the water soothed and calmed her.

She had almost drifted off to a light doze when it happened: her tummy rumbled loudly and she doubled over in pain. The cramp was almost as bad as any menstrual one that she had ever had. It bordered on the intensity of a labor pain, at least one of the milder ones. But it was the sudden and almost uncontrollable urge to release her bowels that concerned her most. Sybil stood up quickly and clenched her butt cheeks as tightly as she could as she raced for the toilet. She was thankful that the lid was still up.

She made it, but just barely. She sighed as the liquid and goodness only knows what else exploded from her bottom. It seemed to go on and on for several minutes. Just when she thought there was no way possible that anything else remained inside her, there would be another wave of cramps. and more ‘material’ would gush uncontrollable from her bottom. Sybil was sweating, shaking, disgusted, almost mortified by the time that the final cramp released her guts from the bits of hell. She reached for the toilet paper to clean up. She stood gingerly and flushed, without looking.

What she did look at was the shower across the room and specifically the bag still hanging from the soap dish. She shook her head, “This is ridiculous.” But she heard Beth’s admonishments ringing in her head. “You have to keep doing it until nothing but clear water comes out for it to work.” Sybil was not sure that she could. But slowly she walked across the room. Slowly she stepped back into the shower, turning the spray on and adjusted the temperature up just a bit more. She stepped beneath the spray and leaned her head against the cool tiles as it cascaded down her body, once again easing some of the tension from tired muscles and calming her frayed nerves.

Sybil stayed like that for several long moments. Just allowing the water to wash slowly over her. Then she picked up the bottle of body wash and sponge illegal bahis siteleri from the soap dish. She shivered a bit, not because she was chilled. The water was still plenty warm. No, she shivered in pure fear. She did not want to do that again. But still Beth’s warnings rang in her head. If she was going to do this thing, again, then she was going to do it right this time.

Sybil soaped herself, especially down there. She rinsed the lather from her body. And the whole time her eyes never left the enema apparatus. Finally she could delay it no more. She slowly lifted her leg and inserted the nozzle. It did not go in as easy this time. Perhaps it was because she was more tense, knowing what was to come. Or maybe it was because that area was more tender from the explosive diarrhea that had come before. Either way, she winced as she pushed it in and released the clamp. The water was not as warm this time. But it was still soothing to the tender area. Sybil clamped it back more quickly. Perhaps less liquid would be better?

Once more she slowly and carefully made her way across the cold tiles, dripping water as she went, but she was careful to keep certain muscles clinched tightly so she knew that the water was not from there. She climbed into the tub once more, adding a bit more hot water to keep her relaxed. And she waited. In dread for the cramps to start again. They were slower coming this time, much slower. The water had started to get tepid again. She was beginning to think that perhaps that was all there was. She was just about to sigh in relief when it hit her.

The cramping was not as intense this time. And since she knew what to expect she was better able to control the seepage as she rushed for the toilet once more. She almost made it too. Her bottom was over the seat, just inches above its safety when the explosions began. She could not stop them this time. She looked down and noticed chucky brownish stains about the seat and felt tears come to her eyes. She decided it was best not to actually sit down this time. Things did not last as long thankfully as she used her hands to hold herself aloft until the spasms stopped. Then she used tissue to clean the seat and lifted the seat to wipe around the rim as well. She cleaned as best she could and then washed her hands in the sink.

She stared in the mirror. “This is NOT worth it,” she mouthed to her reflection. Then she remembered how excited Jared had been that morning. He had cheerfully been humming the birthday song as the children got their coats and rushed for the door and car to take them to school. He had smiled as he bent to kiss her good-bye. There had been a light in his eyes as he straightened up. “Remember your mother is keeping the kids tonight. Because it’s my birthday,” he practically beamed. “And you know what that means.” His eyebrows had lifted and fallen in the worst Groucho Marks impression ever.

How could she disappoint him now? This was a tradition. But this year she wanted to do it right. Not some two minute in and out job that she endured as best she could without crying out in pain as she clutched the sheets in her fingers until they were white and she did not think she could take any more. This year she wanted to be prepared. If she might not actually like it the way that Beth said she did, Sybil wanted to at least be a more willing participant. She would do this thing. She would. For Jared. Her husband, friend, lover and the father of her children. He was worth it. He was WORTH it.

She flushed the toilet in resignation before she returned to the shower. This time she did not bother turning the water on. She merely reached for the nozzle and lifted her legs. She flinched as the cold plastic breeched her tender flesh once more. She could not manage to get it in without causing damaged. She thought about the lube, but that was back in the bedroom…for later. In the end, she remembered the soap and applied a liberal squirt of the bath wash to her bottom and the nozzle. It slid in easily this time. The water was almost cold now as it sprayed her innards. But that was actually soothing.

She repeated the process, walking to the tub and slipping beneath its warmth. She added more hot water but this time she actually turned on the jets and hoped that they would relax her tense canlı bahis siteleri muscles. But not too much. The image of another explosive episode, this time in the tub, was more than she could take. The idea of losing control and sitting in shitty water turned her stomach.

In the end, the jets did relax her. And this time, when the cramps finally did come they were mild. In fact, at first she was not even certain that they were cramps at all. It reminded her of her first labor pains…were they, weren’t they? In the end, she decided that they were and got out of the tub, mindful of her earlier fears about losing control in the tub. She easily made it to the toilet this time. She actually had to push to get something out. It was much more controlled. Not the explosiveness of the last two times. Sybil sighed with trepidation as she looked down into the toilet bowel. Only an oily film floated below. She felt immense relief. She almost wanted to shout in victory. She had survived the worst of it.

She began to clean up the bathroom now. She emptied the enema equipment and dried it as best she could. She thought about throwing the damned thing away. But it had not been cheap. And depending upon how this night went, she might have need of it again in the future. Christmas was coming up after all. Finally she decided to store the damned thing in the back of linen closet behind the guest bedding where no one would ever possibly find it. The idea of the children stumbling upon it was more than she could bare to think about. What a conversation that would be. Definitely one to avoid.

After she had done that, she used bleach to clean the toilet. Outside as well as in. then she mopped the tiles. Twice. She thought about a third pass just to be certain. But she noticed her cell phone’s glowing screen and realized that there was not enough time. She backed the cleaning stuff back into the linen closet as well before returning to the bathroom.

One quick shower just to make certain that no sweat…or goodness knows what else…remained. Then she washed her hair and shaved carefully. Shaved everywhere. She grabbed a thick towel and wrapped it about her body as she wrapped another about her long hair. She looked in the mirror as she carefully applied her make up, just a light coat. She did not want it smearing or staining the sheets. Not after she had gone to such lengths to make certain that nothing else would get on her sheets this night. She blew dry her hair until it felt in soft waves about her face.

Then she turned her attention to the final preparations. She scrunched her face as she carefully washed the soft plastic plug that now laid beside the sink. Beth had suggested that this time she should wear it during the evening. While they ate dinner and everything. Her friend had assured her that the sight of the black rubber end covering her special hole would drive Jared to new heights of lust. “No man can resist the thought of his woman wearing a butt plug…just for him,” she had sworn. Sybil dried the damned thing and put it back down as she dressed in the outfit that her friend had also suggested just for this special occasion.

She thought she looked ridiculous in the black satin bra that did not actually cover her tits, but merely lifted and supported them form beneath. The damned thing seemed to present them on a platter like a Christmas turkey, plump and juicy for the craving. She blushed as she pulled the crotchless scraps of black lace up. Beth had explained that normally you would put on the garter belt and stockings first before your panties. But with these that was not necessary. The pink stains on Sybil’s cheek bones darkened as she saw other pink folds peeking beneath the lace.

She looked away quickly embarrassed that this outfit put her mature body on such display. her fingers trembled as she fumbled with the closure on the back of the garter belt. She pulled the stockings up her legs slowly, careful to make certain that she did not get runs in them. Then she stood up and stared at her reflection in the mirror critically. She sighed uncertain exactly what to make of it.

But she did not have time to actually debate ripping the damned thing off and finding something more suitable. “Honey, I’m home,” echoed up the stairway. She was committed now. For good or for bad. She gave one final glance in the mirror and hoped that Beth was right as she stepped out of the bathroom and practically ran into her husband.

“Happy birthday, Jared,” she blushed as she clasped her fingers nervously behind her back.

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An incest stroker I hope you’ll enjoy.

In this one, Carl can’t keep away from his sexy aunt. He visits her house on any excuse, turned on because he saw her in her bikini one afternoon. Carl lusts after his mother’s sister, but does he get her?

I hope you enjoy the piece. It’s one I actually forgot about, and which I only rediscovered after looking through the folder marked up for edits on the laptop.

Feedback would be appreciated if you have time and/or inclination.

Thanks for reading.

GA — Da Nang, Vietnam — 26th July 2014.

My Aunt Jean looked good in the denim skirt; her fantastic legs made even better because of the cork-soled wedge shoes giving her calves that extra tension. She was wearing a light, button-fronted cotton blouse with ruffed gypsy sleeves; her thick blonde hair — a dyed job — neatly brushed fell close to her shoulders. A petite lady, a good head shorter than my six-one, Aunt Jean had a damn good figure on her. Her boobs swelled against the baggy blouse, their weighty sway discernable when she moved. At forty-two years old her prettiness in youth had matured to a calm beauty, with the light crow’s feet a sign of much laughter in her life.

I knew my aunt enjoyed a night out, and being divorced, why shouldn’t she? I’d known her have a boyfriend or two, a fact which made me jealous as hell, but the afternoon it happened she was between relationships.

When I analysed the events of that day later, I realised Jean’s lack of male company over the preceding weeks had worked in my favour.

It had been an incident during the hot summer that triggered the feelings inside me. I’d gone round to her house a few doors down the road from our place with a message for her. The detail of the message isn’t important, but when I casually unlatched the gate at the side of the house, the one where the path runs up towards the back garden, I had no clue that I would find my mother’s sister face down on a beach towel.

She was lying there on her front, her feet towards me, legs parted so I could see right up to the cleft of her pussy outlined in her bikini briefs. I stood transfixed by the sight, my heart a sudden jackhammer inside the rack of my ribs, the organ bouncing around like it was trying to burst free of its cage.

It was involuntary, an instinctive response, but as I stood and gawped at my aunt, my cock thickened and grew. I experienced an abrupt and near overwhelming urge to touch myself. It was either wank my cock or launch myself at my aunt. Yearning yawed all hollow in the pit of my stomach while lust boiled inside me.

That was the beginning. That was when the incestuous craving for her lush curves hit me.

Perhaps sensing my presence, my aunt hefted herself onto her elbows and leaned to one side, face turning towards me, a hand going up in a salute to shield her eyes from the sun.

She blinked and said, “Oh, Carl, I didn’t hear you.”

Or at least I think that’s what she said. I heard the sound of her voice and saw her mouth moving; I just didn’t comprehend the meaning of her words because I was staring at her round breasts, which barely concealed in a hot-pink bikini bra to match the briefs.

“Carl?” she asked, the sharp tone focussing my attention, or part of it since I couldn’t drag my gaze from my aunt’s body. “Are you all right?”

The truthful answer was I was far from all right, but I could hardly blurt out that I wanted my aunt to take that bikini off so I could see her naked. Decorum prevented me from hauling my erection into view and simply tugging at it until the thing spat a heavy rain of semen over my mother’s sister. Imagine the furore if I’d knelt and grabbed two handfuls of those tits, my fingers yanking the cloth aside so I could suck her nipples.

So I shrugged and blinked and stuttered, “I … Uh … Mum sent me over, Aunt Jean … She … Ah, that is…”

I stumbled through the message, my face burning and my cock an insistent throb.

My aunt nodded, giving no indication she noticed my discomfit. “Okay,” she replied, rolling onto her back, supporting herself on her elbows and forearms.

I could have groaned with sexual frustration as she lay there looking up at me. Her legs were straight out, her soft tummy concave with the rack of her brisket outlined clearly. But it was her breasts I couldn’t stop staring at — Jesus, they were so round and firm, not huge but a fair old size all the same.

There was some more conversation, the detail of which is all hazy, and I was soon on my way. Albeit it with some reluctance I recall. With hindsight it was for the best, me leaving my aunt to her dishabille. It would only have ended badly if I’d had my way and stayed. I would have done or said something which would have ended in tears for sure. So, instead of blurting out I wanted to fuck my aunt, and instead of lunging for her and slobbering a kiss over her face, I went home, told my mother the gist of Jean’s reply, went up to my bedroom, and wanked myself off while fantasising about my sexy aunt.

After that I was illegal bahis always at Aunty Jean’s house, using any pretext to be in her company. Just being near her would get me going. I’d get this little tickle in my stomach, a frisson of desire for the gorgeous woman. Watching her move, listening to her voice, her scent wafting along in her wake fired up such intense feeling of desire I don’t know how I kept control — the risk of a slap across the face most probably — and I was always tugging my cock afterwards, fantasies of Jean in the nude getting me there in a rush of cum.

Then, after a couple of weeks, something happened.

*

It was the two of us in her kitchen. I was round there again, using any pretext to be in my aunt’s company. She was wearing the denim skirt and gypsy blouse, the wedges on her feet.

“I was just going shopping,” she said to me, the evidence of her purse and shopping list on the table.

“I could help,” I replied, excitement at the prospect of Aunt Jean’s skirt riding high on her thighs as we drove to Tesco mixing in my guts. As usual, my cock was hard in the woman’s presence. I felt the tingle of desire and supressed the ever present urge to yank my hard-on.

Jean gave me a funny look, eyeing me with an up and under, peering over her spectacles. She sighed and removed her glasses, placing them carefully on the table next to her purse.

I got an immediate sense of foreboding. There was something off about my Aunt’s demeanour. I looked at her but her eyes slid away from contact.

“Carl,” my aunt said, the tone of her voice sending a leaden sinker plummeting into my stomach.

Why did I feel there was something wrong?

“I … I need to talk to you,” Aunt Jean said, decidedly awkward, as though not wanting the conversation, but feeling it necessary.

She lifted her knitted shoulder bag from where it hung by its long handle from the back of a wooden, ladder-backed chair, one of four arranged around the table. I watched her rummage in the bag, a souvenir from Jamaica, yellow, black and green stripes in chunky knit.

“Would you like a beer?” she asked me after sparking up a Marlboro Light. “I might postpone the shopping. I could do with a white wine myself.”

Ignoring the question about a beverage, I asked, “Is everything okay, Aunt Jean?”

My aunt sucked smoke into her lungs. She looked at me, her gaze impassive, unreadable as she blew the blue smoke towards the ceiling.

“Let’s have a drink,” she replied. “We can go into the living room. There’s something I need to talk to you about, Carl.”

She opened the fridge door, cigarette between her fingers. Jean reached in with her other hand and then handed a can of Stella Artois to me before going back in for the wine.

I popped the tab and watched her, my mind racing, stomach heavy with anxiety. Jean poured a hefty measure into a long-stemmed goblet, gulped a mouthful, and took a drag at the cigarette.

“Come on,” she said, her head nudging towards the door to the hallway. “Living room.”

*

I have since wondered that if the conversation hadn’t taken place in the living room, with both of us on the cosy two-seater, then things might have been different.

But it did go that way. We were both on the sofa, Jean’s legs crossed, her initial pose all closed in, almost defensive, her thigh a barrier between us. Like I was excluded.

Which is what Jean intended. To exclude me. That was her aim when she initiated that conversation.

But sitting there with her legs crossed, in that skirt…

All I could think of was how I’d love to touch her. I could feel the heat of her body and I could smell her scent, which, that day, was tobacco smoke laced around her usual perfume. I wondered how her legs would feel under my palms. Her thighs were enticing, the smooth calves such a temptation.

Jean’s nerve seemed to fail her when we settled down. She smoked and sipped wine while I glugged a few mouthfuls from the can.

Silence for almost a minute.

I somehow resisted the urge to touch my aunt.

Finally she took a deep drag on the cigarette and leaned to the side to take an ashtray from the small table at the side of the sofa. Jean crushed the life out of the thing, smoke like dragon’s breath through her nostrils. She gulped wine, placed the glass next to the ashtray, and then swivelled her torso to face me.

She sighed and looked at me with what I interpreted as pity.

I ran my fingers over the embossed pattern on the beer can, swallowing down the anxiety.

“Carl,” my aunt said, softly.

I blinked but refused to look at her.

She repeated my name, a hand on my knee forcing me to confront her.

“Yes?” I replied, the word a croak.

“Come on, Carl. I think you know what’s wrong.”

I shook my head, wishing I was anywhere other than that sofa.

“You’ve been round here a lot lately,” said my aunt, her voice still low. “And I … I think…” Jean hesitated, muttering a curse under her breath. She sighed and I saw her shake illegal bahis siteleri her head through the periphery of my vision. “Have you developed a bit of a crush on me, Carl?”

There it was. The question. The accusation.

Miserable, I nodded and then swigged beer. To my surprise the can came away empty.

I hung my head, ashamed that Jean had divined my interest — which was hardly surprising since I must have made it plainly obvious: nineteen years old, always visiting my sexy aunt, gawping at her…

Jean must have been able to read me like a book. The thoughts in my head might as well have been banner headlines.

“Have you?” she persisted. “Tell me, Carl.”

“I can’t help it, Aunt Jean,” I whined, finally looking into her face. I saw kindness and understanding there, and my aunt’s lack of anger and condemnation unblocked the flow of words. “I didn’t mean for it to happen. I just saw you in the garden, back in the summer. You were in your pink bikini and you looked so … so…”

Jean leaned back, the action causing her skirt to ride higher on her legs, a phenomenon not lost on me despite my anxious babbling and the need for Jean to understand.

“All right, Carl,” my aunt said, her voice a balm. “Calm down. It isn’t the end of the world. These things do happen you know. You’re a young man, full of life and hormones. You just saw something in me that triggered a … response.”

“But you’re not angry at me?” I asked.

Jean chuckled and shook her head. She rested her elbow on the arm of the sofa, a forefinger lightly placed against her cheek. She grinned at me, the whole pose and look unintentionally provocative.

“No,” my aunt said while my eyes flicked to where her breasts were outlined against her blouse.

My attention then moved to the expanse of thigh before returning to Jean’s face.

“I’m not angry. But I think we need to clear the air, Carl. You need to stop whatever it is you’re doing. Get a girlfriend, a proper girlfriend. Focus your … erm … attention on a girl closer to your own age. And one who isn’t your mum’s sister.”

I blushed at the reminder, my eyes slinking away from Jean’s gaze.

But I looked at her body again, seeing her reclining there, so ripe and lush and desirable. Lust burst inside me while images of my aunt as I’d seen her came to mind.

Before I realised it my hand was on her knee, the palm sliding down to the hem of Jean’s skirt. Her skin was so soft!

The long, lean muscles in Jean’s thighs tensed. “Carl!” she yelped. “What the hell are you doing?”

My aunt flinched but did nothing to remove my fingers.

“I just wanted to touch you, Aunt Jean.” The words came out of me all thick and clotted with lust. I was on fire for my aunt, reckless with desire and pent up frustration. “Your legs,” I gasped, palms sliding over the woman’s thighs. “You’re gorgeous, Aunt Jean. Please,” I begged, desperation making me bold. I was going crazy with yearning for her.

“Carl,” hissed Jean, her eyes wide with shock. “You shouldn’t do that. You can’t touch me. For God’s sake, Carl!”

But I was insane. At that moment I was gripped by dark urges so powerful I didn’t have the strength to deny them. My lust was all-consuming. I couldn’t see beyond the immediate. It was all about the texture of Jean’s skin under my palms, the heat of, her, her scent and the wonder of how she would taste.

If only I could lick her.

My fingers dug into tender flesh, my intention to get her legs open so I could yank her underwear aside and lap at her sex.

“Carl…” Jean gasped. “You shouldn’t…

“Carl, please, you can’t touch me like that.”

Something pierced the carapace of that insanity: the tone of my aunt’s voice or the realisation I was forcing myself on her shattered the craziness, I’m still not sure.

I flung myself away, staring at my aunt while she sucked in deep breaths, her eyes locked on my face, her mouth an O of surprise.

We stayed like that for half-a-minute or more: two wrestlers between rounds.

“Aunt Jean,” I moaned, leaning forward, head in my hands, my life spiralling away. I saw a cold, bleak future as a pariah ahead of me. I would be the one cast out by the family, my name never mentioned. “Oh, God, Aunt Jean … I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, Carl,” my aunt crooned, her hand soothing on the back of my head as she stroked my hair. “You got carried away. I can understand that, honey. Things got a bit mad. But the important thing is you stopped it. Don’t worry. It’ll be all right. I’m not angry, Carl. You just surprised me; that’s all.”

My aunt rose to her feet.

I blinked and stared up at her. I was helpless.

“Another beer?” she asked, calm as you like. I don’t know about you, but I could do with another drink…”

She left me sitting there, my head awhirl, emotions shot, my cock slackening.

It only seemed like Jean was away for a few seconds. Then she was back, walking to me and thrusting another can into my hand before the sofa slumped beneath her canlı bahis siteleri weight.

Jean collapsed into the seat next to me, holding the long-stemmed goblet aloft, her legs crossed once more. But what I noticed about her positioning was that she was turned towards me, sitting with her legs crossed, a subtle reversal to her previous attitude.

“So,” my aunt began. “Where were we?” She sipped her drink and then rested her head on one fist, her elbow against the sofa.

I had no clue as to a proper response since my mind was still busy with what had happened and her calm attitude.

So I kept quiet.

Jean shifted her rump, eyebrows arching, her eyes wide, questioning.

The look she gave me goaded me into an insipid reply. “Aunt Jean,” I mumbled. “I’m sorry. I … It…”

Damn but didn’t she just look so fucking lovely sitting there with her legs on display, those big tits beneath that blouse. She was all blonde and luscious, and all it would take would be for me to rip the blouse open and my aunt’s big boobs would be right there. I could force her legs apart and yank her underwear away from her body…

My aunt drained the glass, threw me a look, and then leaned over to place the empty goblet onto the table.

“Tell me,” she said, head canted to one side. “How do you feel, Carl? What is it about me that … you know … what is it that makes you feel the way you do?”

Where could I begin?

My cheeks burned, and for want of a diversion I popped the tab on the beer, swigging a third before wiping the back of my hand across my mouth.

My cock felt enormous. It was rock hard inside the constrictions of my jeans. I wanted to reposition the thing, to ease the discomfort. It was lodged in there and pressing uncomfortably against my jeans.

But I couldn’t do that in front of my aunt, so I sat there and suffered with it.

“I dunno,” Aunt Jean I eventually replied.

My aunt scoffed at the response. “Come on, Carl,” she said, “I want to know. If you tell me I can help you, perhaps; if I know what it is I do that makes you feel the way you do, then I can stop doing it.”

I looked into her face.

“I … I … uh … I don’t think you could stop doing it, Aunt Jean. It … uh … it’s everything.

“I think you’re lovely.” My cheeks were really on fire by then. I couldn’t believe I was saying what I was. I couldn’t believe we were actually having that conversation.

Glancing at my aunt’s legs, I continued. “You’ve got great legs,” I croaked, desire flaring hotter inside me as I began to list my aunt’s attributes. “Your body, Aunt Jean…” My cheeks ballooned as I shook my head, air coming out of me. “You’re so pretty … Beautiful. I think you’re beautiful, Aunt Jean. Really sexy,” I added,” squirming to relieve some of the pressure on my dick. “I love the way you dress. You’re all covered up, but you show off what you’ve got.

“Your…” I croaked before pausing to swallow the house brick lodged in my throat. “Your boobs…”

My aunt stared at me for so long I thought I’d offended her.

“Oh, God, Carl…” my aunt breathed. “I knew you had a crush on me, but…” She stared at me for a few more seconds — an eternity. “How do you feel right at this moment, Carl?

How did she think I felt? I was absolutely mad horny to fuck the arse of her. I wanted her to suck my cock and wank it until I came all over her big tits; I wanted to see her naked, to touch her, to feel her skin and hear her moan.

All that was going through my head, but all I did was shrug and say, “Well, you know, Aunt Jean.”

What happened next is a bit vague. I don’t know who moved first. It could have been me, but it just as easily might have been her. We were closing in on each other, our faces on a collision course. I know I reached out and put the palm of one hand on my aunt’s leg, and I definitely heard her let out a low moan.

We both stopped, inches apart.

My aunt flicked a glance at my hand. “You shouldn’t do that,” she mumbled, her eyes searching my face while, as before, she did nothing about my fingers touching her.

Jean moved in closer and sort of bit the air between us three times. It was like she was opening her mouth to say something, but decided against it. When I look back now I realise she was moving in to kiss me, changing her mind at the last moment, only to repeat the process a moment later.

My heart was thumping. I somehow sensed we were on the edge of some huge event. It seemed to me on some vague, instinctive level, that if I leaned in and kissed my aunt’s mouth, she might reciprocate.

I just didn’t have the nerve to make a move.

What if I had it wrong? What if I kissed her and all hell broke loose?

So I sat there with Jean’s heavy-lidded stare on my face, my hand on her leg.

Next, apparently of its own accord, my hand slid over smooth skin until my fingers found the tender flesh of Jean’s inner thigh.

She let out that low moan again. Once more she uttered, “You shouldn’t be doing that, Carl.”

But, as I massaged her at that intimate place, my aunt’s legs uncrossed. The skirt was as taut as drum skin across her lap, riding higher as she eased her buttocks over the cushion until she was almost horizontal, all scrunched up on the settee.

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CONTENT WARNING.

This is NOT a romantic read. It contains dubious consent and touches on themes of submission and control.

Also, a big thank you to everyone for the wonderful comments and advice so far. I really do appreciate it.

*****

Christmas Eve

Click. Click. Click.

Keegan pressed the mouse button attached to his computer scrolling through the internet for some decent porn. He had thought after popping his cherry he wouldn’t need to rely on porn quite so much, that maybe his thirst for visual stimulation would be lowered. He had been wrong. He still thrived on seedy sex sites just as much as he did before becoming a man.

It had been three weeks since Keegan lost his virginity to a supposedly straight man and joined the club. If Damon had been straight before that night in the cabin, he couldn’t claim to be entirely so now. Not after the way Keegan had fucked him so intrusively; spilling raw passion between the sheets in the form of sex sweat and sticky cum.

Keegan found the whole thing almost contradictory. It felt like he had become a man while making Damon somehow less of one. The nature of their hook up was dubious to say the least. There was no denying that Keegan had tricked Damon into doing it. He had been like a sexual monster in virgin’s clothing. What had started as innocent questions, soon morphed into curious physical exploring leading to Damon’s face buried in a pillow with his arse up in the air, waiting to be taken… hard.

The pairing was all sorts of wrong. Keegan was barely eighteen and Damon was thirty-seven. Admittedly, Damon looked young and hot for his age. Oddly, Keegan had never known just how dick-stiffening attractive this man really was until that fateful night. His gym-chiselled chest, short brown hair and moss-green eyes all combined to give him a beauty not many of God’s creatures could claim.

What made it particularly bad wasn’t the age-gap but who Damon was—which perhaps explained why Keegan had never viewed him in a sexual light. He was Keegan’s father’s best mate. Matthew Andrews and Damon Harris had been best friends for twenty years and while Keegan had grown up barely seeing his globetrotting father, he had grown to know Damon very well. Damon would swoop into town every few months to check how Keegan and his mum were doing. It was like Damon’s job to turn up and remind Keegan how awesome his busy and selfish father was.

Secretly Keegan was relieved that his father didn’t visit. His reception would not be a warm one. Keegan’s mum tolerated her ex but Keegan’s grandparents were not fond at all of anyone from the Andrews family who they openly referred to as being “basic.”

Damon’s routine visits through the years made him a sort of surrogate uncle. It was this role—and his status as a close family friend—that made what they did together so scandalous. Still, none of that took away just how damn hot it had been using Damon and treating him dismissively.

As Keegan now sat at home in his bedroom, half-heartedly looking for porn, he felt a shiver tap his spine as he remembered how brutal he had been. He had shown Damon no mercy in the cabin that night by the lake. On a small rickety bed, he had peeled away Damon’s clothes and dignity, layer by layer, until the man was left naked and without pride. The whole ordeal had been unflinching and raw with carnal wanting. It wasn’t love. It was fucking. Pure undiluted fucking.

Keegan was shocked by his own actions and how ruthless he could be in that moment. That moment where his cock did all the thinking and showed him how capable he was of being commanding and in charge. But the most shocking part of the experience wasn’t his self-discovery for sadistic tastes but Damon’s acceptance of submission. After all the wriggling, reluctance and gritted teeth, Damon let go of his body and had submitted to what was being done to him; gasping in pleasure, wanting more, begging to be made an example of.

Keegan had obliged. He wanted nothing more than to teach the older womanizer a lesson. The man who paraded as a surrogate uncle figure, always claiming to be Keegan’s mate, deserved all of it. He had needed to pay for what he had done.

The night before the cabin trip had been Keegan’s eighteenth birthday party. It was supposed to have been one of the defining nights of his life when his girlfriend Tess said she would be giving him the best present of all. Sex! But it wasn’t to be. In the middle of the chaotic evening Keegan had lost sight of Tess, only to find her later hidden in the shadows hooking up with Damon. Keegan hadn’t said anything. He had run off in shock before they spotted him.

He had planned to try and block out the scummy betrayal. Pretend it never happened. He loathed conflict and he did not see how he could bring up what he had witnessed without causing some sort of major drama. He probably could have erased it from his memory eventually had he not woken up the next day to be hijacked with a boy’s weekend away. As part of his birthday present, Damon was taking illegal bahis him away to stay at the Lakes Forest Park. Just the two of them.

Driving for miles only to be cooped up in a small cabin with the same man who had just fucked his girlfriend felt more like a punishment than a birthday present. Being stuck in the middle of nowhere with the arrogant prick proved too much. Keegan’s emotions were so freshly bruised from what Damon had done that he let his mind go to some dark places and those places were what set the whole event in motion.

Later that evening when Damon crawled into bed, half-naked and drunk, Keegan’s dubious desire came out to play and make Damon pay for robbing him of his first-time. If Keegan couldn’t have Tess then Damon’s arse would have to fulfil the cherry popping honour.

As great as it had felt reducing Damon to little more than a fuck-hole, Keegan didn’t expect what came after he came. The guilt. An avalanche of the ghastly emotion seized him immediately once he ejaculated in the condom buried deep inside Damon’s arse. Keegan began to cry. Regardless of what Damon had done, it didn’t seem to warrant this. It didn’t matter how Damon had seemingly enjoyed it…eventually. That didn’t stop Keegan feeling like he was a monster. A monster who had gone too far.

Damon had heard his crying and was like a fucking knight in shining armour to the rescue, he made Keegan hop back in the same bed and he cuddled him, kissing him, telling him it was all okay. He assured Keegan we all make mistakes. The tenderness of their bodies wrapped together was oddly healing and it did help Keegan calm down enough to fall asleep beside Damon’s warm body.

He spotted an enticing video at the bottom of the screen. GAY DOM FUCKS SUB. This was his new porn preference. He had always had a tendency to watch BDSM videos but now it was exclusively gay content. No more hetero sites, just full on same-sex fucking and sadistic attitudes.

Before sleeping with Damon, Keegan had been confused. Unsure what he was or what he wanted. He had been dating Tess for two years while also carrying lecherous thoughts for his best mate, Liam; the black-haired, blue eyed stud whose every inch of his five-feet-eleven height was a thing of pure beauty. Keegan hadn’t been sure just what the feelings were about—until Damon.

Admittedly, he would jack off every day thinking about what Liam’s cock would taste and feel like in his mouth, but he wasn’t convinced these queer feelings were real. It was probably just some weird phase that would pass. He didn’t want to be any different from his mates. But now Keegan knew he was different. He wasn’t the same as his mates. Thanks to Damon, answers were given and secrets had been made between the sheets. He didn’t want others knowing this side of himself existed. That this was who he was.

Only Damon knows my secret, Keegan told himself.

The video loaded up. Its stars were two smooth-looking twinks. One blond, one ginger. He felt a bit vain admiring the blond boy who bore more than a little resemblance to Keegan with his pretty face, olive skin and slim frame. The boy’s large cock even looked the same—eight inches of thick flesh.

The ginger boy was tied to a tree, his face grinding against the bark while his smooth back and arse were left exposed. The blond boy tickled him, taunting his ginger lover with threats about how hard he was going to fuck him against the rough surface of the tree. Keegan grabbed hold of his dick, groping it to life. He imagined himself in his doppelganger’s shoes, taking charge and having his wicked way. Keegan briefly wondered if the two boys would feel as weird after fucking as he had with Damon. They at least had the luxury of being on a film set and could walk away after somebody shouted “cut.” That hadn’t been the case for Keegan and Damon.

When Keegan had woken the next morning in the cabin it had reeked of sex. A strong, stuffy smell that was quite unlike anything he had inhaled before. He slipped Damon’s draped arm free of his naked body and rolled out of bed. Damon’s snoring told him his surrogate uncle was well and truly locked in slumber. Keegan stepped over the used rubber on the floor and quietly got dressed, letting his first-time sleep in. Closing the cabin door gently behind him, Keegan had gone for a walk around the lake, trying to clear away some of his still-lingering guilt. With traces of spunk still glued to his skin, Keegan had felt like a murderer with blood on his hands.

By the time he had returned to the cabin, Damon was awake and sitting having a coffee at the small table beside the kitchenette. Fiddly small chat ensued but to Keegan’s relief—and immense gratitude—Damon didn’t mention any of what had transpired between them. Try as they might to act normal, it didn’t work. The small chat never went beyond tricky short sentences like, “Nice day outside by the looks.”

Keegan’s anger with Damon had vanished for what he had done with Tess. The older man had earnt his forgiveness. But sex had caused a new kind of rift. An awkwardness illegal bahis siteleri Keegan had never experienced. He had known this man his whole life but the moment he breached the friction of Damon’s arsehole had made them become strangers.

After Damon finished his coffee he asked if Keegan fancied going home a day early. He answered “Yes” in a heartbeat. The relief on Damon’s face was palpable. Keegan assumed that Damon feared his arse being on the block for a second night in a row if they stayed. They packed up their belongings at lightning-speed and jumped in Damon’s car to come home. The whole way Keegan sat in the passenger seat in complete silence. They didn’t look each other in the eye. As Damon dropped him off outside his house they still didn’t say a word. They swapped knowing glances at one another. A look that translated so clearly it didn’t need subtitles; we will NEVER speak of this!

Keegan was getting close to reaching his climax, his hand slipping up and down his spit-lubed rod at a furious pace. The blond boy had slapped the ginger lad’s arse so hard his cheeks were redder than his hair and now his arse was being fucked with vicious intent. Keegan’s mouth creaked out saggy gasps as he was about to spurt his load.

Screeeeeeeeech. The high-pitched noise of his mum’s car tires told Keegan she was home.

He let go of his cock.

Annoyed at being robbed of an orgasm, Keegan slipped his erection back under his pants and shut the porn off, willing his cock to go down. He quickly brought up a clean google page just as his mum’s footsteps sounded down the hallway’s wooden floor.

A soft tap emitted from behind his door and his mother asked, “Is it okay if I come in?”

Keegan faked a laugh. “Yes, Mum. I ain’t cutting up the bodies of my victims.”

His mother opened the door and poked her head in. She had just gone and had herself a haircut. She walked in, smiling, waiting for some sort of compliment at how amazing her hairdo looked. “What do you think?” she asked, touching the side of her freshly-dyed and barely chopped hair.

“It looks really nice,” Keegan said, despite hardly noticing a difference. Her hair still hung just past her shoulders and the colour she had gotten was the same colour she always got. A sort of honey blonde that was her natural hair colour—the same as Keegan’s.

“Thank you, darling.” She narrowed her eyes, trying to make out what was on his computer screen. “What are you looking up?” she blurted. She went and stood beside him with an almost whimsical look on her pretty face.

Keegan shuffled his seat closer to the desk so his pointed crotch would be hidden. “Oh, nothing. I was just about to look up some of the courses at Auckland Uni,” he lied.

“Yes. You’re running out of time, Keegan. You need to hurry up and make up your mind. If you’re not going off to study, then you’ll need to start looking for work if you plan on staying around here and getting a flat in town.”

Keegan frowned. “What makes you think I’ll go flatting?”

“Wouldn’t you want to? I assumed you and Liam would go find a flat together,” she said, tugging on her hair. “You don’t want to stay at home living with me, surely.”

“You sound like you want to get rid of me.”

“Not at all, darling. You’re welcome to stay as long as you like. I just know that when I turned eighteen I couldn’t wait to get away from the nest and be independent.” She stepped over to his bedroom window, inspecting the overgrown backyard and changed the topic, “I don’t suppose you could mow the lawns for me today, could you?”

“I thought you had decided to pay someone to mow them?”

“That was when I thought you were fully decided on moving to Auckland to study. Why waste my money when my big strong son can mow them for me?” His mother flashed him a cheeky smile.

Keegan rolled his eyes as he gripped hold of one of his tanned biceps on show in the loose singlet he was wearing. “I don’t think my skinny arms count as big and strong.”

“Maybe not,” his mother sighed. “But your labour is free.”

“Okay. But I am going to visit Liam soon and when I come back I’ll mow them.”

“Thank you.” Keegan’s mother looked delighted to hear that the jungle of a lawn would finally be taken care of. “It will be nice to have outside looking good for when Damon arrives this evening.”

“Damon,” Keegan replied in a shrill voice. “What’s he doing coming here.”

“It’s Christmas Eve. You know he comes for Christmas most years.” She narrowed her eyes, furrowing her brow.

“But why this year?”

“I know you find him annoying but do try to be nice,” his mother soothed. “He does try his best by you. Remember how generous he was for your birthday giving you what he did.”

“Sorry,” Keegan said, jolted by his mother’s sentence. “What do you mean?”

She gave him a funny look. “The money he gave you. That was very generous of him so do try to be nice. He may give you some more for Christmas.”

“Oh, yeah.” Keegan rested back into his seat, calming canlı bahis siteleri down his minds worry that his mother knew their secret.

“Anyway, I’m going to go put up this pesky Christmas tree.”

“Christmas is tomorrow. Why bother.” Keegan laughed.

“Because Santa won’t bring your presents if he doesn’t see the tree up.”

“We can’t have that can we,” Keegan said sarcastically.

“Anyway, if you hear me scream and a loud crashing sound then that will be the tree and the raggedy old angel falling down on top of me.”

“The angel isn’t raggedy,” Keegan said defensively on behalf of the angel that felt like a family heirloom.

“Maybe if you had bothered to help me put the tree up in the last five years, you’d know that she looks like she’s been getting chemotherapy.”

Keegan laughed then asked reluctantly, “Would you like me to come help?”

“No, it’s fine. You can be spared Christmas tree duty if you promise to have those lawns mowed before Damon gets here.” She gave him the sternest look she knew how, which wasn’t all that stern.

“Consider it done.” Keegan nodded.

“Thank you, darling. Now I’ll leave you to get back to researching university.” His mother chuckled. “And don’t worry I will stomp loudly if I have to come ask for any help. I know how much boys like to be left alone when ‘researching’ their future.”

“You’re so embarrassing. I am not looking at anything like what you’re suggesting.”

“That’s good. I would hate to have a blind son with incredibly hairy palms.” His mother laughed and walked away.

Keegan rolled his eyes. He may have found his mother’s pathetic attempt at humour funny had he not been shocked by the announcement Damon was arriving.

“Fuck,” Keegan mumbled to himself as he gripped his stubborn erection in his pants. Instinctively he knew that Damon’s visit was going to be every bit as hard as what was in his hand.

*************************

The sun beat down mercilessly on Keegan’s shirtless body as he pushed the mower over the untamed lawn in the backyard. The grass was thick, messy and a dirty-green colour, cutting it short resembled shaving Oscar the Grouch. Amidst the screaming throttling of the mower, nothing could come close to drowning out the filthy thoughts in his head about Liam. Keegan’s best mate and secret crush.

His quick visit to Liam’s earlier had been worth the effort. When he had arrived, he found the dark-haired stud in his bedroom wearing nothing but a pair of baggy shorts. Liam had been on the floor doing push ups, one aspect of his daily workouts that he did religiously to gift him such a hot body. He had been all sweaty from his summer work out and Keegan had wanted nothing more than to lick the glistening sweat from his chest. He didn’t care that he was sweaty, he knew someone like Liam would taste great clean or filthy.

Unfortunately, Liam’s big brother Joel had come home unexpectedly, demanding Liam go help him with moving furniture. Liam apologised to Keegan and did his brotherly duty by going and helping Joel collect his crap, cutting Keegan’s visit and eye-ogling short. The older Corrigan brother had just been kicked out of his flat, following a dispute about not pulling his weight with house chores. It seemed a stupidly small thing to be kicked out of a house for, but Keegan knew that the arrogant Joel would have been a nightmare to live with and the flatmates probably used dirty dishes as an excuse to get rid of him.

In Keegan’s fantasies Liam’s cock always spurt thick white streams of spunk… usually all over his face. He imagined the crown of his mate’s dick to be thick and glistening, a beautiful member worthy of being attached to a king. A king who could surge pleasure like a cresting wave and ravish the shoreline of Keegan’s body. A king who could fuck, and be fucked, like a monster. The daydream was intoxicating, so much so that he could feel the tip of his dick leaking drops of precum from the anticipation. He knew that as soon as he finished the lawns the first thing he would be doing was have a shower and taking care of the rigid need within his pants.

Just as Keegan spun the mower around at the final strip of shaggy lawn, he lifted his chin and saw his mother standing on the deck, holding a glass of wine. She waved her free arm excitedly, a large smile painted across her face. Keegan wondered the reason for her looking so happy, then he saw the reason appear behind her. His throat tightened.

Damon!

The sweat on his body tuned cold at the sight of the man who had claimed his virginity. Damon stood stoically, his arms folded, wearing a pair of white shorts and a black polo shirt. His eyes were shielded behind a pair of black shades and his tanned strong limbs almost glimmered in the sunlight. His dark-brown hair was cut shorter than normal, making him look even better in Keegan’s opinion.

The deed they had done had gifted Keegan x-ray vision and he looked over knowing exactly what Damon’s body looked like under the clothes. He bit down on his lip, trying to shake away the image of Damon’s dick, which he knew hung slightly to the left when soft. Keegan turned the mower off and dropped to a squatting position pretending to tie up his shoe laces so he could hide his Liam fueled erection.

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I imagine crashing next to you after a night of heavy drinking together in just my spandex briefs and shorts. As you woke up in the middle of the night to take a leak, you found me still fast asleep on my side and unresponsive to your prodding probably due to the state of drunkenness i am in. Feeling horny and gutsy at the thought of having a straight friend in your bed that you have always wanted to seduce and touch indecently since you were friends many years ago, you decided that it is now or never.

You stripped down to your briefs and started spooning me with one arm underneath my side, feeling the smoothness of my back upon your chest and caressing my nipples with the your fingers. Hugging me close to you, you nuzzled my hair with your nose and breathe in my manly scent, the scent that you have always yearn to take in at such close proximity. Taking your time with this helpless knock out state of your friend, you slide my shorts down to my ankles with your leg and rub your legs along the length of my smooth thighs and expose my spandex briefs.

You gasp at the pure sexiness of feeling the material of my spandex briefs for the first time and instantly, your erection is confirmed. Positioning your brief covered erected member in between my ass cheeks, you started your slow rhythm of enjoying your dry humping by gyrating your hips in a slow and steady fashion. You ran your fingertips teasingly along my cock and balls, feeling the contours and outline of what is still hidden beneath my briefs, the smooth material adding on to the mysteriousness of it.

I stirred a little and you felt some reactions from me whenever illegal bahis you run fingers along my balls and cock head. Sensing these areas to be my pleasure points, you felt encourage to keep up with your foreplay and torture. Unknowingly to you, I’m also slowly awakening to the seduction that is taking place right now. My erection is starting to grow as my body doesn’t lie to the pleasures that is taking place right now. The slow teasing rubs are starting to get to me. My eyes remain closed as my blurred drunken mind is struggling to gauge the situation right now, trying to understand where all these pleasures are coming from.

You like it that my body is reacting to your seductive actions. My member has awakened and you can now feel the hardness of my cock and the veins along my shaft bulging uncontrollably.

Getting bolder, you held my now erected member in your hand and started to slowly jerk my cock through my spandex briefs, the material feels so good to hold and rub. You continued to do this for a good 5 minutes or so as you felt my cock throbbing and seemingly close to orgasm, you decided to cool off just a bit, not wanting the fun to be over so soon. You stop to run kisses down my back as you move down towards my prized assets.

By now, I am actually totally awake already but just pretended to be still asleep, also not wanting this fun to be over. The new sensations that you are giving me is so much better than what my girlfriend has been giving me and I am yearning to know what lies ahead, my mind knowingly trying to suppress my conscience from taking over and stopping these pleasures that now courses through illegal bahis siteleri and taking over my nervous system.

Once you reached my ass, you took your time smelling my manly scent all over my ass, loving the musky sweaty smell of my briefs that has soaked up my whole day of action. You tease me by sucking and licking my ass cheeks, making those dirty slurping sounds as you go along, you don’t care even if it makes my briefs wet with your saliva.

Opening up my ass cheeks, you located my asshole with your finger and just brush at it slowly, using your saliva along the way to make it smoother.

Opening up my legs, you aim your tongue at my ass crack and started rimming my dirty brief covered ass hole, all the while tickling my balls away with your fingers. I also willingly open up my legs wider for you to access deeper into my ass hole with tongue, hoping for more pleasures. You absolutely love the flavours that are coming in and you feel so dirty, so fragrant, so sexy as you eat my ass hole out.

In what was 5 minutes of ass eating, you already knew you had me in your clutches as you sense me grinding my asshole ever so slightly onto your tongue. You switch quickly between tickling and massaging my balls to rubbing my wet spandex covered cockhead with your fingertips, gathering up my precum and rubbing it back onto my cock head. You prepared me for what is to come.

Positioning me in your final attack position, you took a breather to look at the scene before you now. My prized asset is just inches away from your face right now and you just wish to savor this moment before going for the canlı bahis siteleri final kill.

You smell my crotch deeply all over as your traced your tongue in every crevices you can find. Your ran your tongue along the my balls before licking up to the top of my shaft. Using the tips of tongue, you tasted my oozing precum for the first time through the briefs and got very excited. It was delicious, just as you have imagined it to be.

I squirmed a bit as your mouth engulfed my brief covered cockhead. You then attacked me with a ferocity of quick licks and sucking. Slipping a hand through the sides of my briefs, you propped my cock higher and more direct into your mouth as you sucked me even harder. I am now squirming and moaning uncontrollably at the ecstasy level and bucking my hips into your face. Rubbing my shaft with your hand, you continue to suck and lick my cock until you think you have teased me enough and you know I want it.

With a swift motion, you pulled down my briefs and foreskin and took my throbbing cock into your mouth, relentlessly inflicting multiple lashes onto my cock head and making me squirm even more. You are in your final end game now. Building up a steady rhythm, you gave me blowjob like no tomorrow, all the while playing with my balls. When you sense my orgasm is nearing, you wet your finger and insert into my anus in one smooth action!

This pushed me over the edge as I cummed heavily into your hungry mouth, emptying my treasures down your throat as your finger continues to nudge at my prostate to coax out any remnants of cum left in my tank. Finally, I was empty, you are filled with warm cum in your stomach and you cuddled me from behind again as both of relaxed in the after glow of the orgasm that i had.

Smiling to yourself, you knew you have unlock me and totally looking forward to what other things you could do to me.

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For those who have been following the friends’ saga, thanks for hanging in there, and for most of the comments. Again — fair warning — this is written as more of a love story than a graphic sexual romp.

*****

Both Jess and Karen took turns leading the way to the lake, with no sign of their cowboys. As the long hike began to take its toll on their bodies, they were forced to focus less on each other, and concentrated instead on stepping along the rocky trail. They relaxed together on a single bench overlooking the scenic lake, and shared sandwiches, grapes and cheese. They decided to avoid the wine, choosing instead to hydrate with spring water.

As they worked their way back, each carefully avoided any flirtation, and instead they chatted about movies, music and the ongoing drama at the diner. When they reached the rocky decline, they chose not to hold hands and instead gripped the trees as they worked their way down. Finally reaching the parking lot, they dropped their backpacks into the trunk before pulling out and returning to Jess’ apartment.

“Thanks again for loaning me the shorts,” Jess said as they reached her apartment.

Karen thought to herself, “The pleasure was all mine,” but instead she said, “Of course, that’s what friends are for, right?”

“Right. Well, I’ll drop them in the wash and get them back to you along with the other stuff. Want to grab a bite tonight? I have some leftover ziti.”

“Sounds good, Jess. I may have to take a nap first. What time are you thinking?”

“Later is fine, maybe seven-ish?”

“Ok, it’s a date… I’ll bring the wine… See you at seven,” Karen said as she popped the trunk for Jess to retrieve the backpack, quickly regretting calling it a “date.” She took one last look at Jess in her short shorts and bit her lip, relieved to have survived the temptation yet again. She drove away, anxious for a hot shower and a short power nap.

Although Karen was exhausted, she struggled to sleep after her shower, torn between the risk of submitting to her growing desire, and maintaining her oldest friendship. She knew something had be resolved either way; otherwise, she faced the prospect of unending sleepless nights. So it was either suppress her desires, end the friendship, or force the issue. She freshened up, knowing that she needed an answer either way.

Looking in her closet, she reached for a blouse and jeans, which – other than leggings or sweats -was her typical attire for a casual night with her best friend. As she pulled the blouse from the hanger, she spotted her “go to” strapless black dress, which brought back memories of compliments and lustful stares the last time she wore it out dancing.

As out of character as it was for her, she remembered how sexy and desired it made her feel, if just for one night out on the town. She remembered feeling that it was more than a couple of inches too short, but heard comments about her gorgeous legs throughout the evening.

What if she wore it to Jess’ apartment, she wondered. Would she get a similar reaction from her friend? She envisioned sitting across from Jess in her living room, gauging her body language as she slowly parted her thighs. The dress was so short that it wouldn’t take much to give Jess a glimpse of her panties — or would she go without panties and give her an unobstructed view of her exposed mound? How would she react?

Deciding that it was way too risky, and could easily backfire, she went with her initial choice — a flannel blouse over a soft cotton tank top, jeans and tan sketchers over comfortable fuzzy socks. She briefly considered wearing her French-cut black satin panties with a touch of lace at the waistband, but in keeping with her “comfort” motif, she picked a pair of plain canary yellow cotton Hanes panties. She decided that a bra was unnecessary under the tank and flannel — which was one benefit of being smaller up top.

She looked in the mirror. Perfect, she thought. Casually sexy, but not over the top. She spent the next half hour preparing her hair and decided on a minimal amount of makeup. No ponytail tonight. She wondered if Jess would be attracted to a “butch” look or a more feminine appearance. Catching herself, she realized that she already assumed that the attraction was mutual! How embarrassing it would be if it wasn’t, Karen thought.

To quell her discomfort, she poured herself a generous shot of tequila, and reached for a full bottle of merlot to take with her for her “date” across town. She dropped her toiletries, a pair of leggings and panties into her overnight bag, just in case — before leaving the home for her adventure/date.

Driving there, she suppressed the urge to turn around at nearly every traffic light, but she knew that she needed to press on, for her sanity’s sake. Despite the shot of tequila, she found herself shaking with nerves as she parked in Jess’ apartment complex. She slowly walked to the front door and rang the bell.

“Come in,” she heard Jess casino siteleri yell from the other side of the door. She entered and looked around, placing the wine bottle on the kitchen counter.

“It’s me. I’ll pour us some wine,” Karen said, knowing how badly she needed it to calm her nerves.

“Ok, I’ll just be a minute, ok?” The shaky voice came from the bathroom down the hall.

Karen stood at the kitchen counter, quickly downing the merlot and hoping it would calm her nerves. She poured a glass for Jess as she heard the bathroom door open, and Jess came around the corner.

Karen stood in front of the kitchen island, shifting her weight from her left to her right foot as she held the glass, as if waiting with anticipation to meet a blind date.

Jess looked at her friend, from head to toe, and Karen did the same before they both burst out in laughter, realizing that their attire was virtually identical once again. Jess was in a burgundy flannel, while Karen’s blouse was blue with grey undertones. Both had white tank tops underneath, with sleeves folded up just below the elbows. A rarity, neither had their hair in ponytails.

“Ok, this is really getting creepy,” Karen said as she handed Jess a glass of wine. “What are we, twins now?”

“Well, we either both have great taste or bad taste in fashion, I guess,” Jess said as she sipped.

Karen slipped her sketchers off and dropped them by the door. “That feels better. Now we REALLY look like twins!” Both giggled as they looked down at their fuzzy socks.

“Are you hungry? The ziti is ready.” They moved to the kitchen, and Jess prepared Karen’s meal.

“Grab a seat, Karen. I’ll be right in.” Jess brought the plates to her along with the dinner rolls and they sat down to eat.

Jess sipped her wine, commenting that she already had a glass before Karen arrived.

“Me too, plus a shot of tequila.” Karen admitted to her friend. “I already feel warm!”

“Well, you can always crash here if you think you had too much. I get the bed though,” Jess said.

“Hey, from what I remember, we both fit on that the other night, didn’t we?”

“Oh my God, you’re right,” Jess said. “And from what I remember, you’re a blanket hog!”

“That’s not how I remember it,” Karen laughed. “Anyway, I won’t drink too much. The ziti looks great, by the way.”

“This may sound really silly, but do you mind if I say a prayer?”

“Of course not,” Jess said, putting her glass down. Karen reached out both hands while offering a prayer.

“Lord, bless the food we’re about to eat, and thank you Lord for bringing us close friendships. Please watch over us as we explore life together, and help us to make good choices in friends, in lovers and in life. It’s all these things in Jesus’ name we pray, Amen.”

“That was beautiful Karen,” Jess said. “I didn’t realize that you were so spiritual, or that Jesus doubles as a matchmaker.”

“Well, it doesn’t hurt to ask, right? One more glass of wine and I’ll be a freakin’ prophet,” Karen said, and they both laughed.

“To close friends — may we never part,” Jess toasted, clinking Karen’s glass.

“To close friends,” Karen repeated, reaching out to hold Jess hand for a second, before releasing it and grabbing a dinner roll.

“This is great, Jess. Did you make it from scratch?”

“Um, not even close. I don’t give away secrets, but believe me, it’s nothing special.”

They sipped their wine, making small talk before Jess, stood, saying, “Oh jeez, I almost forgot.”

She walked into the kitchen and returned with a match and the Yankee Candle, lighting it and placing it on the table between them.

“How romantic!” Karen giggled kiddingly.

“Would it be weird to put music on?”

“That’s fine, Jess. Whatever you would like.”

Jess docked in her iPod and picked a soft rock station as they finished their meal. They finished and Karen helped to clear the table, stubbing her small toe on the edge of the kitchen island.

“Ouch, Dammit!”

“What’s wrong, Karen?”

“Shit, I stubbed my little toe!”

“Oh no. I hate when that happens. Well, have a seat on the couch and I’ll be with you right after I take care of these dishes.”

Karen stretched her left leg across the couch and leaned back against the side of the sofa. Jess retrieved their drinks and placed them on the coffee table before sitting down on the other side of the sofa across from Karen. She reached out to place Karen’s foot in her lap and gently removed her sock. She tenderly touched the toes, asking, “Where does it hurt, Karen?”

“Right…THERE! Owe!” Jess held her foot like a wounded bird in both hands, calmly saying, “It’s ok, but it’s not looking like you’ll be dancing tonight!”

Karen rested her left leg on the sofa while her right foot remained on the floor. She reached for her wine and sipped while Jess worked, slowly massaging her friend’s bare foot.

“I still think I could dance,” Karen slot oyna said quietly, extending her leg deeper into Jess’ lap.

Jess reached for her glass and sipped while holding Karen’s foot with the other.

“Well, maybe a slow one,” Jess said quietly, glancing over at her friend.

“Is that an offer?”

“Don’t you wish,” Jess giggled. “Let me get some ice for you.”

“No, it’s ok. I think it’s fine, really.”

Karen looked down, buzzed already – and casually lifted her other leg onto Jess’ lap as they relaxed.

“It’s funny how much something so tiny can hurt so much, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but it feels ok now. I feel like such a wimp,” Karen giggled as she watched Jess.

“Are you sure? It looks really red. Remember ‘This little piggy went to the market’,” Jess asked quietly as she focused on Karen’s foot, gently touching her big toe.

“Yeah, vaguely,” Karen said as her other foot shifted in Jess’ lap, with her stockinged heel pressed just above her groin. Both reached to sip their wine at the same time.

Jess looked at her friend as she gently touched each toe, working her way from the big one to the fourth toe, wiggling them as she went.

“And this little piggy went ‘wee wee wee’ all the way home,” she said as she gazed at the swollen toe. She was careful not to touch it as she said it, instead lifting Karen’s foot and leaning down to give her baby toe a light kiss.

“There, all better now,” she whispered.

Just that small act led to a flash of heat within Karen. No one had ever been so tender with her, and she almost wanted Jess to continue kissing her there. Briefly considering shifting her foot to her friend’s soft lips, instead she withdrew it slightly, and Jess relaxed her grip, allowing the foot to rest again on her lap.

They sat there quietly, listening to the music in awkward silence. Jess reached for Karen’s loose sock and gently placed it back on her foot, taking care not to touch her baby toe.

“Thanks, Jess.”

“Sure,” she responded, and slid from under Karen’s relaxing legs. Karen reluctantly pulled them up, bending at the knee and no longer nestled in Jess’ comfortable lap. Now separated on the couch by a couple of feet, each was suddenly left with nothing to say.

As a tacky eighties song ended, Foreigner played next.

“Oh, I used to LOVE this song,” Karen commented as the group sang, I wanna know what love is…I want you to show me…

“Well, I already asked you to dance, but you rejected me,” Jess kidded.

Biting her lip, Karen looked at her friend, pulse racing, and took a chance.

Karen hesitated before looking into her friend’s eyes and saying quietly, “Ask me again?”

“May I have this dance, Karen?” Jess giggled nervously, still kidding.

Karen placed her wine glass on the table and stood, holding her hand out to her friend. Jess stared at her hand, paused for a few seconds before placing her glass down and reaching out as she slowly rose, almost mesmerized. Taking Karen’s hand, she felt herself being led to the center of the small living room.

“Here?”

Karen nodded, and dropped Jess’ hand as they began swaying to the music.

Foreigner: I’m gonna take a little time, a little time to look around me… I’ve got nowhere left to hide, looks like love has finally found me…

As the friends swayed slowly, each avoided the other’s eyes, instead focusing on hip and leg movements. Karen felt surprise as Jess reached back out to hold her hand and they finally made eye contact as they continued to sway to the slow song. Now, lightly holding hands — Karen’s left hand in Jess’ right — they naturally swayed closer.

“Don’t you just love this song?”

“It’s beautiful, Karen. You’re right,” Jess said through half-closed eyes as they moved to the rhythm.

Karen hesitated before reaching out with her right hand, and closing it around Jess’ index finger on her left hand, naturally moving them within inches of the other.

Let’s talk about love — I want to know what love is, I want you to show me…

Jess allowed Karen to hold her hand, and leaned in, just as Karen took a short step closer. Their knees bumped and they giggled nervously, before Karen positioned her right leg just slightly between Jess’ legs as they continued to sway.

Feeling their thighs now pressing together, Karen let out a slight sigh.

“Sorry, Jess.”

“For what?” Jess asked quietly.

“Um, nothing. It’s just… This feels so… nice.”

Jess lightly pressed against Karen as she whispered, “Yeah, it really does.”

They swayed together, bodies now touching lightly from chest to thigh, with each hearing heavier breathing from the other. The song stopped and was replaced with one having a faster tempo, but neither released their hold on each other’s hands. Instead, they kept slowly moving to the music. Karen’s right leg was now fully pressed against Jess.

She canlı casino siteleri was momentarily concerned when Jess released both hands, but her heart nearly stopped when she felt Jess’ arms encircling her to hug closely, and this time Jess let out a light moan. Karen, at just an inch shorter than Jess, allowed her head to rest gently on her friend’s shoulder.

In this position, Jess could feel Karen’s warm breath on her neck, and she hugged her even tighter as they moved together.

“Mmm.. ,” she heard Karen murmur, nearly into her ear. “This feels so good.”

“I agree, Karen,” Jess whispered. She let it slip, saying, “Just like I KNEW it would,” she smiled as she tightened her hold on her friend. Karen’s arms moved to Jess’ shoulders just as Jess moved to rest her hands on Karen’s lower back.

With that, Karen lightly kissed her friend’s neck, just below the ear, saying. Hearing a light moan, she continued, until she reached Jess’ ear and kissed that as well, prompting a shudder from Jess.

“Yessss,” she heard Jess purr as she continued to kiss her neck and ear.

“Are you ok with this,” Karen whispered into Jess’ ear.

Jess didn’t say a word. Instead she turned her head toward Karen and kissed her cheek, a fraction of an inch from her lips. Karen bridged the gap and their lips met for the first time. Lost in desire, Karen tasted her friend’s lips. Her head spun as she realized that it was so much more erotic than she ever imagined.

Breaking the kiss, Karen asked quietly, “Should we…talk? Maybe slow down until we’re not…tipsy?”

“I don’t know. Would that make a difference, Karen? Because it wouldn’t for me,” Jess admitted to her friend.

Thinking back to the past two days, Karen realized that Jess was right. She wanted to kiss her even during her most sober moments.

“No, I guess not. I just don’t want to…risk our friendship,” Karen said.

“That’s really sweet, but I don’t want to stop. Not now. Do you?”

Karen didn’t answer. Instead she gazed into her friend’s eyes before their lips met again, and they each tightened their hold on each other, each mesmerized by the warmth of their bodies, the softness of their lips, and the physical chemistry.

Karen’s lips parted slightly and the tip of her tongue just barely touched her friend’s lower lip. Jess moaned into her friend’s parted mouth and mirrored her movement. Sparks flew with the first touch of tongue to tongue, and they both knew there would be no turning back. Mouths now parted, they took turns exploring, gently tasting and biting lips until Karen boldly sucked Jess’ tongue. Giggling, they continued making out until Karen reluctantly released her hold on her friend and reached for the two empty glasses of wine.

“Whew,” each said, nearly in unison. Jess fanned herself and let go as she watched Karen, finally able to look at her as so much more than a friend.

“I’ll be right back, Jess. Refill time.” She took the glasses into the kitchen and refilled them. When she returned, she was surprised to see Jess’ flannel top draped over the back of the recliner. Several feet away, she found Jess relaxing on the couch in her tank top and jeans, smiling as she gazed at her. Karen put both glasses down on the table and stood next to her in front of the couch.

“Sorry, it suddenly got really warm in here,” Jess said, blushing as she watched her friend standing above her.

“I know, right? I was thinking the same thing actually.”

With that, she unbuttoned her top and tossed it on the chair over her friend’s blouse. Normally she would have been self-conscious when going without a bra – especially since she was in a white tank top which left nothing to the imagination – but tonight with the combination of alcohol and desire, she had no such concern. She sat down next to Jess, with her left thigh pressed against Jess’ right leg. Jess rested her head against her friend’s shoulder and reached to hold Karen’s left hand.

They relaxed quietly in that position, content to just enjoy the closeness, and only separating long enough to occasionally sip from their glasses.

Finally, with her head still nuzzled against Karen’s shoulder, Jess said quietly, “You don’t know how scared and confused I’ve been.”

“I know. I felt the same way, denying, wondering…trying to figure out how to deal with my feelings. To be honest, I almost considered ending our friendship over it rather than taking a chance and embarrassing myself by saying or doing something dumb.”

Jess looked at her and smiled, saying, “Oh my God… I was going through exactly the same thing, but I didn’t want to admit it. I think Jason knew I was struggling, but he just laughed about it and embarrassed me with it.”

As Jess mentioned that, Karen flashed back to Jason’s earlier comments to her, now realizing that he was probably telling the truth. “I told myself it wasn’t real, but then you had to go and tease me in those gym shorts on our hike, and I knew I was in big trouble,” Karen confided.

“Oh? How exactly did I do that,” Jess giggled mischievously.

“Jess, tell me you seriously DIDN’T know I was watching your butt when you were leading the way,” Karen said.

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It didn’t take long for the two of them to fall asleep after the day’s events. It had been an amazingly wonderful day of fun and sexual firsts. Jill had been asleep for what felt like hours when she woke up sweating from head to toe. She slid out of bed trying to go slow as to not disturb Marcus who was clearly out. The drool that was starting to escape the corner of his mouth had been a clear sign he’s sleeping good. Jane made her way to the bathroom and after throwing cold water on her face and still feeling quite hot, decided to take a dip in the pool to cool off. Something she has been doing since she learned to swim.

She went outside still being quiet not to alarm Marcus and still butt naked. Making her way down to the pool she noticed a slight fog over the water as she got closer and sat on the edge slipping into the cool water. Jane began to float around the pool on her back relaxing and taking in the night sky. Ever since she was a kid she always enjoyed swimming at night. The sometimes cool air on her wet body would feel exhilarating. Her parents left the pool open year round since it had a heater attached to it. They also had a canopy with retractable sides they could close in the winter.

Jane continued to float around for a while relaxing in the water. She would even flip over doing some laps up and down the length of the pool. When her mind began to drift back to the events of earlier that day it caused a familiar tingle to grow in her pussy. After several laps she couldn’t take it anymore and swam over to the side of the pool by the steps. Once there she coasted on it spinning and planting her butt firmly on the bottom step. This left her stomach and lower half under the water, and the rest exposed to the slight breeze blowing under the summer sky. This cool air caused her nipples to become erect adding to the excitement that was growing down below.

She leaned back and first used both hands to reach up and tweak her nipples, pinching and pulling on them. This sent little shockwaves of pleasure down her body so she began to twisting them harder. The right nipple for whatever reason has always been more sensitive than the left. So she left her right hand to torment her right nipple and using her left hand began to rub her pussy lips together between her index and middle fingers. As she continued to massage and work them up and down the length of her pussy squeezing her fingers together to create friction. A soft moan escaped her mouth as she began to slip her middle finger between her lips teasing her clit. Jane was just starting to get into it and work her way to another intense orgasm, when she thought she heard a noise. She stopped suddenly to listen and just look around with her eyes. When she didn’t see or hear anything she went back to work on her pussy, but there was no mistaking it this time when she heard it again and knew that someone was out there.

Jane spun around and didn’t see anything. This time she climbed out of the pool and began to look around. Stopping when she thought she saw something near some bushes.

“I can see you in there, show yourself now!” She called out while deep down hoping it was just some animal.

Waiting several seconds before repeating herself with a more stern and serious voice. “If you don’t come out now I’m gonna call the cops… casino oyna (After a few seconds) Fine have it your way.” Jane said turning to get her phone.

“NO…WAIT!” Came the panicked voice from the bushes.

“Please, don’t call them I’m sorry I’ll do anything, just don’t make that call!”

Jane spun around and stood in shock as a female wearing a sun dress, which was pretty much see through came out of the bushes. Once the girl was all the way out and cowering in front of her, she recognized her as Jill the pizza girl from earlier that day.

“Why were you watching me?”

“I’m really sorry I’ve always had a thing for you and Marcus and when I came earlier I just couldn’t help it I had to see more, please I’m really sorry.”

Jane looked her over she could see the girls perky little tits and hard nipples through her dress. Not to mention her pussy which though shaved was also visible as her dress had ridden up when she climbed out of the bushes. Her mind began to race she had always been curious of what it’d be like with a girl, the thought of having a submissive toy made her pussy twitch.

“Did you mean it when you said you’d do anything?”

Jill just nodded knowing she couldn’t have the cops called on her again. This hadn’t been the first time she had been caught spying on others and her parents would freak if the cops brought her home again.

“Well, then prove it. Take your dress off fold it nicely and place it on the chair behind you. Then come back over here and stand before me arms on top of your head.”

Jill just stood there for a second, wondering if Jane was serious. She had been a submissive slave to an older woman last summer. Of course no one knew about it, and her parents never caught on to it despite the 3-4 times a week she would deliver pizza to the same house as her last stop for the night. Of course she had met Miss Sue delivering pizza when Miss Sue made her husband and cuckold answer the door nude. They had thought it was going to be Bobby the usual delivery guy. Little did they know he quit unexpectedly two nights before. But she soon became a submissive to Miss Sue and would play with her and her slave husband.

Though the idea of playing with another girl her own age was curious to her, she never expected for it to happen. Most of the girls in school and from around town thought she was weird but mostly just because she had always been a shy and quiet girl.

“Why are you hesitating? Guess you weren’t serious. Cops it is!” Jane said interrupting Jill’s flashback of thoughts.

“No…Please… I am serious look!” Said Jane practically ripping the dress from her body, folding it and placing it on the chair behind her then sprinting over to Jane where she quickly stopped and placed her hands on her head.

Jane just stood there looking her over. “From this point on for the rest of the summer you will be my slave, you will do what I say when I say it. If you hesitate even the slightest bit the deal is off, and I call your parents and the cops. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good, Rule number

you will always address me as Ma’am or Mrs. J. You will only speak when spoken to. So, how long have you been watching me?”

“A few hours Ma’am”

“Wow, so you came back after delivering the pizza and have been out here watching slot oyna me and Marcus and all that we were doing? How did you get off work so early?”

“My parents own the pizza place so it’s easy to leave early. I told them I got invited to a weekend sleepover. Also, yes I was watching what I could see from down here of what the two of you were doing Ma’am.”

“Well, a weekend sleepover that is good to know, so I can take my time with you for the moment. So, where you playing with yourself watching me swim and then rub my pussy?”

“No, Ma’am.”

Jane stood there looking her over trying to read her face. Then she stepped forward moving closer to Jill reaching down and running her hand along her pussy lips. This caused the girl to jump slightly but hold her position, she wasn’t expecting her knew Mistress to touch her so soon. As Jane pulled her hand away and held it up it was covered it wetness.

“You’re a liar, and will be punished now for lying and for your earlier hesitation. Now does this turn you on being my slave?”

“Yes, Ma’am!”

Jane held out her hand. “Good lick it clean.”

Jill stepped forward took a hold of her by the wrist and began to lick and suck on Jane’s fingers getting all of her pussy juices off. This only increased her turn on level and she could now feel her juices beginning to run down her leg. As she continued to suck each finger into her mouth slowly to clean it off, Jill reached forward with her other hand and began to pinch and pull on her left nipple. Tugging it hard causing her perky little tits to form a cone shape as Jill moaned around the finger in her mouth. The nipple torture continued as Jill switched back and forth between them as Jill cleaned her hand. She licked every finger on Jane’s hand watching as she pulled away to inspect it, before crossing her arms over her chest.

“That was a good job, now I want you to jump in the pool and go swim up over by those steps.”

Jill nodding in agreement as she walked over to the deep end to jump in Jane went back over to resume her position on the steps. Once there she waved Jill into the pool the younger girl dove right in like a true swimmer, she stayed under for most of the way surfacing just a few feet away from Jane and swimming up to her.

“Very good and nice form, now since you interrupted me before and I didn’t get to finish playing with my pussy, you are going to finish for me.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Said Jane swimming up and then beginning to run her fingers up and down Jane’s pussy lips getting a nice feel for how smooth it is. She did wondered while watching her and Marcus what Jane’s pussy would feel and taste like soon she will know.

She continued to lightly rub the outside of her pussy then without warning moved up Jane’s body and moving her head down sucked Jane’s right nipple into her mouth. Moving her tongue over it flicking it with the same rhythm and sequence she was using on her clit drove Jane wild. Every now and then she would lightly grave her teeth over the nipple as she pulled up on it. Soft moans were escaping Jane’s mouth, than as soon as it started it stopped. Jane who had thrown her head back as soon as her nipple entered Jane’s mouth looked up made a brief eye contact with Jill before she went under the water and began to suck on Jane’s pussy lips. canlı casino siteleri

Pulling them into her mouth one at a time and moving her tongue all around, than slightly running her teeth over them. She stopped briefly to come back up for air looked up and could see the lust in Jane’s eyes that where now looking down at her. With that Jane reached down pulled her up and began to kiss her deeply and passionately. Jill had to use her right hand to steady herself as they kissed deeply and with her left hand she slipped two fingers deep inside of Jane’s pussy and began to finger fuck her in long slow strokes.

Jane lost all control and was now kissing her hard nibbling on lower lip. The feeling of the fingers in her pussy was driving her crazy. She rolled Jill off of her pushed herself up and stood up and began to climb out of the pool, turning back she motioned with her finger for Jill to follow which she quickly did. They made their way over to a covered outdoor area that had a couch like patio furniture. Jane pushed Jill down on her back and climbed on top of her straddling her face. Jill immediately reached up sinking 3 fingers all the way into her pussy stroking her nice and hard, while also sucking hard on her clit this time.

Jane began to moan loudly this time, and bucking her hips and grinding down hard on the girls face covering it in her juices. Jill loved the feeling of being forced to suck pussy it only made her suck harder and now begin to nibble on her clit. She began to really fuck her hard with her fingers at the same time, when she felt Jane’s legs clamp against the sides of her head she knew an orgasm was close. This would be true as no sooner did she think that did she feel Jane squeeze tighter on her head and grind her pussy down hard to the point Jill could barely breathe. She pulled her fingers away shoving her tongue in just in time to feel the flood of fluid filling her mouth.

She felt Jane let up a bit and she began to lick her pussy clean, before Jane rolled off of her moving over to a nearby chair where she collapsed. Once again in a manner of seconds Jane had passed out and began to sleep in the chair. Jill just stayed where she was face glistening and covered in pussy juice. Wanting badly to touch herself but she knew better than to do so without permission.

After sleeping for several hours and with the sun now beginning to rise Jane began to move opening her eyes to realize what she thought was an amazing dream was in fact reality. She always did have a habit of doing things in her sleep that she usually did remember in the morning but this, no this she definitely remembered. Plus, the naked girl lying on the couch next to her was clarity that it had happened.

“That was amazing, if I didn’t know any better I would think that wasn’t your first time.” Said Jane, looking at her new toy who opened her eyes and turned her head when she heard her Mistresses voice.

“Well you are right about your assumption, it’s a bit of a long story, but I have done this before, Ma’am.”

“Ok, then you’ll have to fill me in on that story sometime. But for now I need to get back to bed, before Marcus wakes and wonders where I am. You I have an idea for one of your punishments and a little surprise for when Marcus wakes up.”

With that Jane stood up as did Jill and then made their way toward the apartment, Jill walking in front of Jane as she admired the girls cute little ass before her, grinning and thinking of all the fun she is going to have with this toy.

The End…

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“Diana, I have to tell you something,” Sharon said. Sharon had had a few, and Diana got the sense that she’d been working up the nerve for this all night.

“Of course,” Diana said. “What is it?”

“It’s about my son, Aiden. I’m worried about him sexually, and I was wondering if you could…”

“Sharon, I love you, but I don’t know that I can give you any advice on my godson’s sexuality.”

Sharon’s eyes widened. “Oh, no! Nothing like that. This is…this is different. Perhaps I shouldn’t have brought it up,” she said, looking away. “I just don’t know what to do.”

Diana noticed her friend was blushing. Curiosity piqued, she said “It’s Okay, you can tell me.”

Sharon looked around then leaned in towards Diana, her elbows on the little round tabletop. “He’s been wearing my clothes,” she whispered.

Diana almost laughed – was that it? But she could tell that Sharon was distressed, so she put on a worried expression and asked, “What?”

Sharon nodded. “Yes. And not just my dresses and blouses, either. He’s been going through all of my drawers while I’m away at work. Even my underwear drawer – I think he likes to wear my panties.”

“Oh my God,” Diana said. “Have you spoken to him about this?”

“No, of course not. He would be mortified. I’d be mortified.”

“You can’t just let him keep going through your things, Sharon. You have to say something. Really you should be punishing him for something like this. It’s dishonest and weird behavior.”

“I know, I know. But he’s nineteen, and he’s always been such a timid boy. I worry that this might scar him – you know how awkward it can be to talk about this sort of thing with your mother.” Sharon sighed. “What should I do, Diana?”

“Do you want him to stop?”

“Of course.”

“Then you have to punish him,” Diana said.

“But how? He’s too old now for me to ground or spank him.”

Diana smiled. “That’s easy. Give him what he wants.”

“Give him what he wants…?” Sharon asked, confused.

“If Aiden wants to wear women’s clothing, then let him wear women’s clothing. Make him, actually. Take away his boy’s clothes and make him wear your things around the house. Dress him up in frilly dresses and makeup, jewelry and high heels. And your bras and panties, too, since he seems to like them so much.”

“I don’t know, Diana,” Sharon said, “that seems very strange. And almost like rewarding him, too.”

“No, I think he enjoys the sneaking around and doing something naughty. If it’s all out in the open, if his hidden fetish just becomes dress-up time with Mommy, I don’t think he’ll like it very much. In fact I bet he’ll be begging you to let him have his clothes back.”

Sharon seemed to think for a long moment. “That actually does make some sense. I just don’t think I could do that, Diana. It would be too strange for me. I’m his mother, after all.”

“Then let me,” Diana said. “Bring him over to my house this weekend and let me dress him up for a few days. Caitlin is off at school right now, anyway, so I have the place to myself.”

Sharon looked so relieved that Diana hugged her.

“Are you really Okay with doing that?” Sharon asked. “I know that this is a strange situation.”

“Of course,” Diana said. “You’re one of my closest friends, always have been, and Aiden is my godson, I’m practically his aunt. I’m happy to do anything for you guys.”

“Thank you so much, Diana,” Sharon said. “Really. This has been bothering me for months now. Just one thing – could we keep this between ourselves for now? I don’t know what other people would think.”

Diana laughed. “It’ll stay between you and me, don’t’ worry. And your son, too, I suppose.”

They both laughed, and Sharon hugged and kissed Diana on the cheek. Diana could tell how happy and relieved Sharon felt, and over dinner and more wine they hashed out the details. Sharon would drop her son off on Saturday on the pretext of Diana needing help around the house, then return a few days later when Diana told her that Aiden was ready. He would not have a suitcase, and Diana hoped to get him out of his boy’s clothes as quickly as possible and mail them back to his mother. He’d be naked and on his own, with nothing to wear but Diana’s lingerie and dresses. Then the “punishment” would begin.

Sharon dropped Aiden off a few days later and Diana met him at the door. She looked him over as he stood awkwardly on the porch. He had Sharon’s bright blond hair, grown a little long for a boy, perhaps, as well as his mother’s full lips and big blue eyes. A good-looking boy, she thought, though slight – he was taller than Diana was even in her stiletto heels, but she almost certainly outweighed him – and a little shy. The girls at school probably tormented him – he was more feminine than a lot of women. He probably looked good in women’s clothing, though, she thought, and smiled. They would find out soon enough.

She led him into the sitting room and sat down across from him. There was a gift bag on the casino siteleri coffee table between them. She crossed her legs.

“Do you know why your mother brought you here this weekend?” Diana asked.

“To help you around the house?” Aiden said. “I dunno, she didn’t really tell me.”

“Well, that’s partly true. You are going to be helping me around the house. A lot, actually but that’s not why she brought you here.”

Aiden looked confused.

“Why don’t’ you open that gift. It’s for you.”

Aiden reached into the bag on the table then stopped when he felt what was inside. He looked at Diana with questioning eyes.

She nodded. “Go on.”

He continued and pulled out a flimsy silk nightgown. It was purple with white lace on the chest and fringe, and little spaghettis straps at the shoulders. He held it up and looked at it, stunned.

“What is this?” he asked dumbly.

“It’s a nightgown. A women’s nightgown, for you. Now do you see why your mother brought you here?”

Aiden shook his head but he was blushing terribly.

“You don’t have to play dumb,” Diana said. “Your mother told me all about your little habit. She’s worried, you see, and I can’t blame her. What kind of boy likes to wear ladies’ underwear? His mother’s underwear, no less.”

“I d -“

“Don’t try to deny it, Aiden. She knows. She has known for weeks. Did you really think she wouldn’t notice? A mother notices everything about her baby. And she’s told me ALL about it.”

Aiden said nothing, just stared intently at the floor.

“Yes,” Diana continued, “and your mother has had enough. She said, ‘If he wants to dress like a girl, then let him dress like a girl. That will put a stop to this.’ This weekend is supposed to be your punishment, Aiden, and there’s no way out of it. If you don’t cooperate with anything I say then she is sending you to military school. Do you want that?”

Aiden shook his head. He looked like he was about to cry. Diana sat next to him on the couch and rubbed his shoulder.

“But I disagree with your mother. I don’t’ think this has to be punishment at all.”

Aiden looked up.

“No,” Diana said, “What I think is that you’re going to like this, aren’t you? This wouldn’t be a punishment. Sharon, your mother, doesn’t understand that some boys just want to be treated like little sissies, and dress up in frilly panties and bras. I think you’re a sissy, Aiden, and if you want me to then we can make this weekend very fun. I can teach you all about dressing up and putting on makeup and jewelry, all the things that girls have to know, and then I’ll tell your mother exactly what she wants to hear. All you have to do is tell me the truth – that you want it.”

Aiden slowly shook his head. Diana stood up.

“I know this is a lot to think about. But if you don’t want to be honest with me you’ll still have to wear women’s clothing, Aiden, and it won’t be fun, and you may still end up at military school. I’ll be up in my bedroom. Come tell me what you decide.”

Diana left the sitting room and went upstairs and started getting dressed for bed. She was in her own nightgown with her dark hair done up in a bun when she heard a soft knock at her door. She padded over in her bare feet and opened it to see a bashful Aiden standing in the hallway, the purple nightgown in one hand. She crossed her arms. “Well?” she asked.

Aiden looked down at Diana’s manicured toes. “I…I want to do it,” he said softly.

“Want to do what?”

“I want to wear your clothes, Aunt Diana. I want to be your sissy.”

Diana smiled. “Good. I’m proud of you for being honest. But if this is going to work you’ll have to be more than honest. You’ll have to do exactly what I say, when I say it. Do you understand?”

Aiden nodded.

“Now get undressed.”

Aiden balked, but Diana reminded him of their agreement and his mother’s threat. Soon enough his clothes were folded neatly in a chair and he was standing naked in the middle of the room, his hands cupped over his genitals.

“I can’t have you being shy around me, Aiden,” Diana said, “it’s just us girls this weekend, remember? And you’re going to be undressing in front of me a lot.”

Aiden slowly dropped his hands and Diana looked at what he’d been hiding. Pretty, she thought, like the rest of him. Which was good – she’d rather have an attractive naked boy in the house than an unattractive one.

“Lift your arms,” she told him, and slipped the purple nightgown over his head. She stepped back. “Looks good,” she said. “Does your mother have any nightgowns this nice?”

Aiden blushed.

“Kneel,” she told him, “right there on the rug. And close your eyes”

Aiden obeyed without question, and Diana noticed a growing bulge under his nightgown. So he likes being told what to do, Diana thought. That’s good. She pulled her phone off her dresser and snapped a picture. Aiden’s eyes opened at the flash.

“Relax,” Diana said. “I’m just sending this to your slot oyna mother so she knows things are going smoothly. Now go to your bedroom and rest up, we have a big day tomorrow. Leave your other clothes here.” She smiled and looked at him. “I’m proud of you.”

Diana said goodnight to Aiden and went to bed herself shortly thereafter. A little later she heard a ping from her phone: a message from Sharon. “great! love you :)”

The next morning Diana woke up early and got dressed and laid another outfit – a black lace bra and panty set with a garter belt, sheer stockings, a simple blue shift dress with white polka dots, and black stiletto pumps – out on the bed for Aiden. She ate a light breakfast and then woke Aiden and brought him to her bedroom. He was still bleary-eyed and disoriented when she told him to take off the nightgown, but he did so with only a slight hesitation and stood naked in front of her. He was covering himself with his hands again, but she decided to let it slide – he didn’t know it, but he’d be naked for a while yet that day.

She saw him notice the outfit on the bed. “Yes, that’s for you. But not just yet. No, being a girl is hard work Aiden, and a privilege. You’ll have to earn it. And we’ll start,” she turned and picked up the high heels from the bed, “from the ground up.”

She handed the shoes to Aiden and told him to put them on. Not surprisingly he was little wobbly in 4-inch heels, so she made him walk a few laps around the bedroom for practice, and then a few more just because she enjoyed the sight of a naked boy tottering around in stilettos. Then she stopped him, sat him down on the bed, and explained the rules for the day.

“I’ve written up a list of chores,” she said. “And as you complete them I’ll give you more of my clothes to wear. When you finish cleaning the bathrooms you can wear my black panties, dusting the upstairs, my bra, et cetera. But I will be watching you closely, and if at any point you do anything wrong or not up to standard, you have to undress and start over. Except for the shoes because I want you get to get as much practice walking in heels as possible. Do you understand?”

Aiden looked disappointed by the chores list but he nodded. Diana then led him naked through the hall and down the stairs to where she kept the cleaning supplies, smiling at the sound of his heels clicking on the hardwood. She set him up in the downstairs bathroom and explained what she wanted done, and he began mopping the floors and scrubbing out the tubs, sinks and toilets in all four bathrooms in the house. Diana would leave him alone at times and watch him at others. She especially liked watching him clean the toilets: she would make him get on all fours, his pale bum and the scuffed bottoms of his high heeled shoes pointing up in the air, and clean every nook and cranny. She could tell that this was especially humiliating for him to be watched like this, but also, based on how erect he’d get, a big turn-on.

When he got the master bathroom in Diana’s upstairs bedroom she told him to be on the lookout for a pearl earring she’d lost a few days beforehand. It was a large bathroom, so it took him a little while to clean. When he was finished he admitted that he’d been unable to find the earring, but Diana told him that was fine and that since the bathrooms were sufficiently clean he could be rewarded with a pair of panties to wear. He was obviously very relieved to hear this, and Diana thought, as Aiden eagerly stepped into the sheer black underwear, about how even a tiny piece of lacy fabric can seem like a lot of clothing when you have nothing else to wear.

Aiden moved onto dusting the upstairs, a quicker job than cleaning the bathrooms, and soon enough he had a bra on to match his panties as he began vacuuming. Diana left him to use the bathroom and noticed something while she was in there. She came out to her bedroom and called for Aiden. He stopped vacuuming the other room and came in. Diana was sitting in the chair in front of her vanity, the back of her head reflected in the large round mirror.

“Aiden,” she said sternly, “what is this?” She held up something small and shiny – her missing earring.

“I’m sorry, Aunt Diana, I must have missed it.”

“You must have missed it? Aiden, it was right on top of the sink. What did I tell you about messing things up this morning?”

“That I would have to take my clothes off.”

“That’s right. That’s expensive lingerie, and it’s a privilege for you to wear it. Now come on, get undressed.”

Aiden unhooked his bra and handed it to her, head hung in shame.

“The panties, too, Aiden.”

“Yes Aunt Diana.” He slid the panties down his legs then had to struggle for a moment as they got caught on the heels of the shoes.

“Hurry up!” Diana yelled at the flustered, very naked boy.

‘Sorry! Sorry,” Aiden said, and handed her the panties as well. Then he turned to leave.

“Just where do you think you’re going?”

“Uh, back to the vacuuming…”

“Did canlı casino siteleri I tell you to leave?” Diana demanded.

Aiden seemed to understand. His shoulders slumped. “No Aunt Diana.”

Diana sighed. “I am doing a lot for you this weekend, Aiden. Taking you into my home, letting you wear my very nice things, helping you with your mother. We can’t have this kind of attitude. I didn’t want to do this, but you’ve left me no choice. Come here, Aiden. NOW.”

Aiden approached her nervously.

“Come on, get over my knees,” Diana said.

Aiden complied, likely knowing he had no choice, his pale butt bent up towards Diana, his rapidly hardening cock pinned between her thighs.

Diana looked down at him and laid one hand on his bare bottom. He flinched when she did so and she felt an involuntary thrill of excitement. It had been a while since she had spanked someone. “Did your mother ever spank you?” she asked.

“When I was little,” Aiden said.

“Good. Naughty boys need to be spanked.” She wound up and smacked one cheek with her bare hand, hard. Then the other. Then the other again. She built up a rhythm. Aiden took it stoically at first, but soon he began to moan and squirm. His butt turned bright red. Diana’s hand began to hurt eventually so she grabbed an old wooden hairbrush from her vanity and began to use that, making deeper thudding sounds than her hand had, and she knew he’d be feeling the hairbrush for days. Aiden began to cry, probably as much from the humiliation as from the pain – this was certainly more than he’d bargained for.

After a few minutes Diana stopped, and rubbed Aiden’s cheeks gently. She felt good, though she knew he didn’t. That had been fun. His ass was burning hot to the touch and she let her hand linger. Tears were in his eyes from the pain, and she noticed that his erection had subsided. But still, his punishment wasn’t over. She let him stand up.

“I don’t think a naughty boy like you is suited for women’s clothes or women’s housework right now,” Diana said. “I think you need to work outside. Yes, dressed exactly as you are. Don’t worry, I have high fences. The neighbors won’t see you. Probably.”

She led him outside and started him cleaning the pool. He was wobbly on the pool deck in his heels, and his pale skin was bright in the sun. She hoped he wouldn’t burn too badly. She sat in lounge chair beneath an umbrella and fixed herself a gin and tonic as she watched her naked godson work.

When he was finished with the pool she instructed him to get the lawnmower from the shed and begin cutting the grass in the backyard. This was a struggle for him – the stiletto heels of his shoes kept sinking into the soft earth as mowed, causing him to stumble. Diana laughed at the sight but she wouldn’t him take the shoes off. Soon Aiden was sweating. She pulled her phone out and took a picture of him from behind. She looked at it. It was a good shot, Aiden’s pale sweaty butt shining, the high heeled shoes clearly visible. She scrolled through her phone. She knew she shouldn’t – Sharon had sworn her to secrecy – but she’d had a few more gin and tonics by that point, and Aiden’s face wasn’t even visible. Screw it, she thought, and sent the picture to one of her girlfriends with the caption “my boytoy aerates the lawn while he mows.” Her phone chimed almost immediately with a response. A text from her friend “i want one! share? ;)” Diana smiled. “maybe. come over this week” she wrote back.

Aiden was finished with the lawn, and Diana called him in, her demeanor greatly softened from before. “You did a good job with the lawn, Honey,” she said. “Now let’s go get cleaned up.”

They went upstairs to Diana’s bedroom and she gave him a bright blue cotton bra and panty set to wear “for now.” After Aiden put those on Diana asked him to go into the bathroom and draw a bath for her. She undressed and put on a bathrobe as she listened to him run the water, then walked into the bathroom and felt the water. “That’s perfect,” she said, and to Aiden’s shock she slipped out her robe in front of him and into the water. He stood by the tub rigidly, his eyes going everywhere but towards Diana. He didn’t want to stare at her, but he knew from before that he shouldn’t try to leave without her permission. Diana laughed. “Relax, Aiden, you’re one of the girls this weekend, remember? You don’t have to be embarrassed around a naked lady.”

Diana reclined into the water languorously. She took a long bath, and kept Aiden periodically busy fetching things for her. She liked having him around, standing guard in his blue bra and panties, her own sissy bath attendant. She considered making him wash her hair or body but decided, based on the obvious erection straining against the thin cotton of his panties, that that might be too much for him right now. When she was finished she stood up and had Aiden hand her a towel which she wrapped around herself. She stepped out of the tub and to Aiden’s surprised she hugged him from the side, her large breasts pressing through the towel into his shoulder. She kissed him on his cheek and lingered, her hands on his back and shoulders.

“You were good today, Aiden, I’m sorry I had to spank you,” she said, her face next to his.

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