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What to do when the girl next door is all grown up and looking for fun? How do say no? I couldn’t.

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

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They’d been our neighbors for over 9 years. We’d both moved into the community when it was first built, and watched as it filled out and grew, as did our children, moving up from elementary school through middle school and into high school.

We were as close as most neighbors could be, easily at home with each other, free to come and go in each other’s yards and garages, and even into the house. Our only child and their youngest, Cory, were only a year apart. Cory was almost like an older brother to our Dani, easing her way through the transition from elementary into middle school.

The wives were best friends, talking every day, walking evenings, and shopping together. Rob and I were casual friends, hanging out in social situations, but nowhere near as close as the women.

But this story is not about them. It’s about their hellion of a daughter, who I’d had the opportunity to watch grow into a mouth-watering little hottie. She’d been a nice girl when she was just getting into high school, but a change of friends, and a change in values had slowly morphed her into something else. She was always in trouble now, sneaking around, lying, getting bad grades, all the stuff you hope will never happen to your kid.

She’d also changed physically. She’d never gotten tall, still only about 5’2 or so, and was achingly pretty. She spent the whole summer in our backyard pools, and I had memorized every inch of that sinful young body. She was slender, almost skinny, and her boobs had finally grown in. She had a very narrow waist, almost no belly, and the tight, sleek legs and ass of youth. It was the look that all the teens were trying for, and little Holly had nailed it.

It was the early days of summer, and I was staying busy. I’d just finished a customer lunch visit, and was home early. As I got out of my truck, SHE was there, helping herself to a soda from the garage fridge.

“Hi, Mr. K,” she said with a smile, as she stood dripping in the garage, a Coke Zero in her hand. “I hope you don’t mind.” She waved the soda in her hand.

“Of course not Holly. You’re welcome any time.” I tried not to stare at her tempting body, barely clad in her white string bikini.

“Mom wanted to know if you could come over and check out my computer again; it’s working really slow.”

“If you let me get settled in, I can be over in a few minutes, OK?”

“Great! You can come around the back.”

I unloaded my stuff, checked my email, and dressed down. Shorts and a T-shirt were good enough; I hoped to hit the gym afterwards, if this wasn’t another one of those multi-hour sanitations their computers sometimes required. I grabbed a cold one out of the fridge and headed over with my PC-repair USB in hand.

Holly was completely out of control. I don’t blame it all on her – her mother should shoulder most of the responsibility for what she was becoming. She was more interested in being a friend, than being a mom, and was living vicariously through her popular daughters wild activities.

Every time I was on her computer, it was full of malware. She didn’t have the sense to clear her history or logs, and I was at first stunned to see how much time a teenage girl would spend on porn sites. A lot of the sites she visited were questionable. A few months ago she’d started in on the video cam stuff as well. Right in her My Documents directory I had found almost 20 Gig of videos of her. Apparently she really liked dressing as skimpily as possible, and dancing in front of her cam. Her cousin Sara seemed to join her quite often. She’d filled her machine up and convinced her mom to buy her a new huge external drive. I was conned into installing it, ever the good, helpful neighbor.

That was the first time I started thinking of little Holly as more than just a little girl.

I let myself into the backyard, and Holly was laying on her back, topless. Her breasts, though not large, were full enough, and her little pink nipples were standing tall. The little tease had flashed me a couple of times before, but this was beyond anything so far. She just lay there smiling at me, absorbing the sun and my stare. Her breasts looked incredible, with the tan lines creating a white triangle on each, her nipples off center, but attention grabbing.

She stretched as she stood up at my approach, disdaining any effort to become more presentable. “God, I love the sun. Don’t you Mr. K?”

“I do. It beats the heck out of overcast and rain.”

She giggled. “You don’t have to say ‘heck’ around me. I think I’m grown up enough to hear the word ‘hell’. Don’t you think I’m grown up?” Her girlish stance, her extended arms clasped behind her back, pushing those tempting titties forward, spoke just the opposite. She was still a girl, in a woman’s body.

I let my eyes roam her body, knowing poker oyna how wrong it was. “Yes, Holly, you are very grown up.”

Her laugh was like silver bells, as she bounced onto her toes and almost skipped to the door. “Follow me.”

It wasn’t like I didn’t know where her computer was. I’d been in their house at least once a week for years. And I’d been taking care of her computer issues since she was old enough to use a keyboard.

I got seated at the computer desk in her room, and gave it a quick manual scan. Yep. Somehow she’d gotten it infected again, and her anti-virus wasn’t working.

“Every time I use the Internet, I get lots of those stupid windows popping up, and they just never seem to stop.” She was right behind me, leaning over my shoulder, and pointing to the screen. She was still topless, and her left breast was almost in my face. I was sporting a painful erection which didn’t look like it would be going away anytime soon.

I loaded my software to scan and clean the computer. “I’m going to run this program to find out what we have on here, and see if I can clean it up that way.”

I looked up into the mirror above the desk to see Holly peeling off her bikini bottom. The stark white of her previously covered skin contrasted strongly with her deep tan. Her breasts were somewhere in between, reminding me she probably tanned topless with some frequency.

“I’ve got to take this off before I get my bed or chair wet,” she explained, standing behind me naked as the day she was born. She went over to the corner, where I could see her out of the corner of my eye, and grabbed a towel off the chair, which she started drying herself off with.

My hands trembled as I pressed the button that started the scan. Almost immediately a threat notification popped up. She moved up behind me again, leaning into me this time, as she looked at the screen.

“Yep,” I confirmed, “two viruses already, this will probably take a while.” As I turned, once more her breast was in my face. I let my face brush against it.

“Oh, I’m sorry Mr. K.,” she said softly, “does that bother you?”

I closed my eyes and let her breast caress the side of my face. “Of course not, accidents happen.”

She slid around the edge of the chair, the towel tied around her waist. She kept her chest in my face, rubbing her nipple across my face. I finally opened my mouth and sucked it in, tasting it, teasing her hard little nub with my tongue.

“Oh!” she gasped, turning her body as if offering me more.

I pulled away while I still had some modicum of self-control. She backed away sitting on the edge of the bed, her arms behind her, legs spread. Then she opened the towel and spread it out beside her, exposing herself in all her youthful glory. The pinkness of her tender slit was almost glowing in invitation. She had trimmed her hair to a small heart shaped patch just above her clit. She looked at me in anticipation.

“Holly, you shouldn’t be teasing me like this. I’m just a man.” I told her, trying to control my breathing. My hard-on stuck out in front of me, tenting my shorts.

She stood up and slowly walked to me, stopping only inches away. She looked up at me with those sparkling green eyes. “I’m not teasing, Mr. K.; I’m begging.”

The moan that escaped my lips when her hand eased forward and cupped my cock was probably all the answer she needed.

She reached for my shorts and worked them open, pulling them down. “Oh, nice. No underwear,” she said softly, “and such a big, thick cock. You’d be a hit at some of our parties.”

I didn’t even want to ask what kind of parties.

“Mr. K., I’m going to suck your cock, and you’re going to come in my mouth. I think you’ll like this, I’m pretty good.” Then the little devil was on her knees, licking my cock.

I watched, enthralled as she licked from my balls to the head of my cock, working her tongue around the ridge below the head. She grabbed the staff and pointed my rod forward, bending her face forward and slowing taking just the tip into her mouth. Her tongue tortured me, teasing, flicking, darting into my pee hole, all within the confines of that pretty little mouth. My cock looked so big beside her elfin face, I wondered how she managed to take it in at all. The edges of her mouth were white from the stretching of her lips – and this was just the head.

She carefully moved on, taking in more and more of my cock, her tongue still active, her hand stroking the full extent of the cock outside of her mouth. She was taking half of my length into her mouth, and I was bumping against the back, while she strove for more.

Watching my hard meat disappear into her pretty face was almost too much to take. She obviously had a lot of experience and knew just what she was doing. She used her hands and mouth well, stroking and sucking in tandem. After a minute or so she got up and guided me to the bed, where I laid back under her guidance. Her mouth enveloped me again, but now I could stroke her body, touch her, feel her smooth canlı poker oyna skin, ease my hand between her legs, while she sucked me with a passion.

She pulled away for a second, and shook her hair. Then she smiled for me, her mouth red from the heavy action. “You’re a tough one. Most of the boys come pretty quick. Hell, most of them don’t last 10 seconds. You’re not holding back on me are you Mr. K?” She teased.

“No, you’re doing wonderfully.” I told her honestly. “And you can call me Alex.”

“I don’t think so, Mr. K.,” she laughed again. She laughed so easily, I wanted to hug her to me and hold her, absorbing her joy. “Now don’t hold back, because I’m not going to let you put this monster inside of me until I get a mouth full of your cum first.”

More exciting words were never spoken.

Then she was back at it, sucking my cock, filling her mouth, playing with my balls. She was more accessible now, her saucy, tight rear-end only about a foot away from my shoulder. I watched her push herself further and further down my cock, working hard to take more of it. My hand was now fondling her ass and between her legs.

She pulled off for a second, turning her head to look back at me. “Damn Mr. K.! Only Derek’s got anything like this, and he’s got a hair-trigger. It’s a lot of work to make this thing squirt.”

“You’re doing a great job, trust me.”

“Of course. I’d trust you with my life, Mr. K.” Holly once again resumed the sucking, now pacing herself, her hand doing much of the work.

I reached between her legs, and peeked over to see how pretty she was. My thumb nudged her lips apart, and the sticky secretions created little strands between the lips before my finger broke them, sliding into her tight teen pussy. She hummed her appreciation, and I felt it echo from cock to my toes and back. I finger fucked the high-schooler in time with her own actions, as she got wetter and wetter. I tried to slip another finger into her, and found it difficult. She was so incredibly tight, I was afraid to hurt her. I finally settled for swapping fingers, seeing how far my middle finger could reach inside of her.

I looked down to watch her as she got aggressive again, pounding her head up and down over my steel rod, and I knew she had finally gotten her wish.

“I’m almost there, almost… oh,” I groaned as she pulled her lips tight, bobbing up and down on the top of my cock, while one hand stroked the rest of me, and the other played with my balls.

I came without anymore warning, enormously. I felt it build from deep below my balls, and explode forth, spasming over and over, filling her pretty little mouth. She took her time swallowing my cum, licking me clean, bathing my cock with her tongue. Then she straddled my body and leaned over me. She had a wicked naughty little smile plastered across her face, then she opened her mouth wide, sticking out and wiggling her tongue. Clean as a whistle.

“That was some load, Mr. K.” she said. “Almost too much for me.”

“That was incredible.” I told her.

“I know,” she said softly, stretching out across my body, her head on my shoulder.

She felt so wonderful, her petite little body laying atop mine.

“How long before you’ll be ready to go again?” she asked softly, her lips nuzzling my neck. “I can’t wait to feel that beast fill me up.”

My hands were caressing her back, down to her sweet little ass. I cupped her cheeks in each hand giving them a squeeze. “I’m almost there now,” I confessed.

Holly moved over, and placed her mouth on mine. Her kissing was almost hesitant, and I let my tongue tangle with hers, while I felt my partner in crime rise to the occasion once more.

She pulled away a second. “God, I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“How long,” I asked, curious.

“Ever since I watched you screw those ladies in your hot tub back in June.”

I almost jumped. “You saw that?”

She got up and went to the window, pointing. I stood beside her and looked. Most of the hot-tub was visible if you looked from the far left of her window. Then she reached up to the bookshelf nearby, and came down with a pair of binoculars.

“Mine is the only window with a view. I’ve watched you out there more than once Mr. K.”

“You’ve been bad,” I told her, reaching my arms around her from behind and pulling her against my body.

“I know. I think it’s time you punished me.” She said squirming in my grip, and setting the binoculars aside.

She broke free and went after my cock again, her mouth like a guided missile, going right to the target and completely engulfing me. It was only a few moments before she was satisfied with my hardness, then she hopped into the middle of the bed, legs spread invitingly.

“I can’t wait any longer,” she said huskily.

I was ready to fuck her brains out, but couldn’t resist taking at least a small taste of her smooth young pussy. I was a bit selfish, not overly concerned with getting her worked up for me. I just wanted to taste her, internet casino lick her, rub up against that smooth young slice. I licked and sucked her young twat and was pleased to find her as sweet as she looked. She must have been more worked up then I thought. I plumbed her depths with one finger, slowly, carefully working up to a second one. My fingers felt like they were surrounded by a rubber band where they entered her. So deliciously tight. She seemed to enjoy the added pressure, as my two fingers filled her, and as I sucked on her swollen clit she exploded underneath me, crying out as she came hard, her legs clamping my head, her fingers grasping my hair painfully.

“Ohmigod,” she gasped as I pulled away, quite a bit later. “I wasn’t ready for that. That was great!”

I smiled as I pulled her legs apart, and readied myself between them. She held her legs open for me, her hands behind her knees, as I placed the swollen head of my cock at her tiny entrance.

She seemed nervous for the first time. “Be gentle, please, it’s… it’s big.”

I held the head at her opening and pushed forward with my hips, but to no avail. I was concerned that I was off target, and lined things up with my fingers again, pushing with no more success this time. Her face was wrinkled up in discomfort, and she gave a small cry as I tried to use a little more force.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her eyes looking fearful.

“No, it’s ok. I’m sure we can work this out. Take me in your hands and guide me in.” I told her.

She hunched her body up, reached down and took my cock in her hands, again guiding me home. I gave a push, then a harder one. I was afraid I was going to bend my cock in half. This was crazy. There’s no way that I shouldn’t fit. Those things were made to let an 8 lb baby out.

“Relax, baby,” I told her softly, when she looked almost in tears.

She let out a long breath, and then another. I took my cock and pushed, holding my staff tightly just behind the crown. The head slowly disappeared, and I managed to squeeze another inch into her before I looked up to see her biting her lower lip, tears leaking out of her eyes.

I stopped and pulled back out. She sighed in relief as I left her body.

“I’m sorry Holly, but I don’t think this is going to happen,” I told her.

She pushed away from me and ran out of the room.

I sat, despondent, head in my hands, as I wondered what I was doing here, trying to fuck my neighbor’s young daughter, who was clearly not physically ready for the moment.

Holly showed up in the door, holding a bottle labeled “Slippery Stuff”. She smiled for me. “Let’s try that again.”

Then she dropped to her knees in front of me, and took my flagging cock back in her mouth, quickly erasing all my previous misgiving, and restoring the steel to my shaft. She squeezed out a generous dollop of the lube and rubbed it all over my shaft, and gave extra attention to the head of my cock.

She leaned back in the bed, opened her legs indecently wide, then added another generous helping of the lube to her tight little fuck hole, paving the way. She was able to slide two of her fingers in easily enough, and worked the lubed deep inside of her.

She placed the bottle to the side, wiping any last traces of the lube onto her breast. “Come and get it,” she said, with a teasing tone that mostly covered up the fear laying just beneath the surface.

Once again I lodged myself between her legs, grasping my shaft tightly and aiming the head toward heaven. This time I had more success, feeling her tightness give just enough to lodge the head of my cock inside of her this time. I looked up to see how she as taking it, and saw a delightful smile on her face. It might have been uncomfortable, but it was clear it was what she wanted.

I pushed forward, meeting a little resistance from her tightness, then felt the glory of filling her, as my cock smoothly entered her, until she was half full.

“Stop, stop,” she cried out, “let me get used to it.”

I stayed there, propped up on my arms as I held my cock still buried inside this tiny teen. I started to press forward slowly, pushing more of my cock into her, until I met more resistance.

“Oh stop, please,” she gasped, but still a third of me was outside of her.

I slowly pulled back, all but the head, and then again filled her carefully, making it a little past halfway again, before she stopped me. She let me start stroking a little more, speeding up just a bit, but I felt like I was teasing her, screwing her with only half my length. Then she was stopping me again.

“It’s uncomfortable. Can we wait just a second?” She asked.

I stopped the motion, with just a little of my rod inside of her, afraid that if I pulled out, I’d never get back inside again. I leaned down and kissed her warmly then passionately. I tried to fuck her then, her attention distracted, but when I pushed harder, I felt her grimace and had to stop.

I had an idea that might change things. I pulled out of her, against her wishes, then rolled over onto my back, my raging hard-on sticking straight up. I reached to the end-table and got another good bit of the lube and lathered up my cock, while she watched.

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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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About a year after I graduated college, I ended up taking this crap job delivering frozen food. Not exactly what I’d envisioned doing when they handed me my diploma, but an English degree in a bad economy isn’t that helpful. The pay was lousy, the hours were long, and the benefits were pretty scanty. That being said, there ended up being one good thing about the job…

It was the middle of July, and I was glad for the opportunity to step into the back of the truck several times a day to get out of the heat. “One of the few perks of this job,” I thought as I sat on a case of frozen pizzas, enjoying the feel of the icy air blowing over my sweat-soaked skin. Flipping through my paperwork, I saw that the next stop on the list was a new one, a residential delivery judging by the address. A pretty good-sized order, too. I moved all of it to the tail end of the truck, hopped out and climbed back into the cab, punched the address into the GPS, and off I went.

The stop was an older, five-story apartment building. I climbed back out into the sweltering heat, loaded the boxes on the handtruck, and lugged it into the lobby. It wasn’t much cooler inside the building, and to my dismay I saw an ‘Out of Order’ sign taped to the elevator doors. “Goddammit,” I muttered, double-checking the apartment number on the invoice – third floor, just my luck. I buzzed the customer’s number.

“Hello?” came a woman’s voice after a moment.

“Hi, got your frozen food delivery here. Is the elevator broken?”

“Yeah, sorry, it is. The stairs are through the door on your right, I’ll buzz you in.” Click.

I sighed heavily. “Shit, I hope this isn’t going to be a regular thing,” I grumbled, pulling the door open as the lock clicked.

Lugging 80 pounds of pizzas and TV dinners up three flights of a poorly-ventilated stairway in the middle of summer, as you might well imagine, is no picnic, and I was sweating like mad when I finally got to the third floor. I took a moment to catch my breath, thinking wistfully of my nice cold truck waiting out front, then wheeled the load down the hall to the right apartment and knocked on the door. “Just a second,” came the woman’s voice, and a few moments later the door opened.

She was, well, fat. Not chubby, plump, curvy, but fat; easily 400 pounds, I guessed. Not that she was hideous, by any stretch of the imagination – big brown eyes, glasses, a cute, round face, and what really caught my eye, enormous breasts. I’ve never been able to tell a woman’s bra size by looking at her chest, so I couldn’t say just how large, but these were massive, each as big or bigger than my head. She was dressed in a worn-looking pair of gym shorts and a faded t-shirt that was stretched tightly over the enormous expanses of chest and belly. It was immediately apparent that if there was a bra capable of supporting those titanic tits, she wasn’t wearing it. I was suddenly grateful for the stack of boxes on my handtruck that covered the growing bulge in my pants. I somehow managed to tear my eyes away from her breasts to focus on her face.

“Hi, got it all right here,” I said, indicating the condensation-drenched tower of frozen meals.

She smiled, a trifle awkwardly, dimples appearing on her fleshy face. “Oh, um, great. Thanks. Sorry you had to drag it all the way up here! Uhh, just leave it right inside the door?”

“Sure, no problem,” I replied, silently willing my cock to settle down. She stepped aside to make room, signed the invoice, smiling shyly, and closed the door behind me as I stepped back into the hall.

“Goddamn…” I breathed softly, closing my eyes for a moment. I could still see those enormous boobs in my mind’s eye, swaying and jiggling as she stepped aside. My reverie was interrupted by a thud and a curse from the other side of the door.

I knocked again. “Uhh, hello? Everything ok in there?”

“Owwwww fuck, my foot. The box slipped out of my hands when I picked it up,” came the muffled reply.

“Anything I can do?” I asked hesitantly. The door swung open again, and I saw her leaning heavily against the frame, face contorted in pain. “Could… ow, shit, could you please put these in my freezer poker oyna for me? I need to sit down,” she groaned. Now, company policy said we weren’t allowed into a customer’s home… but it was our product that caused the injury, so it behooves me to make it up, right? And besides… I felt my pulse quicken at the thought of stealing another glance at those tits. “Sure thing, no problem,” I told her, fighting to keep from sounding too eager.

“It’s in the kitchen, right over there,” the woman directed me, gesturing to her right. As I stepped inside, she turned and lurched painfully in the other direction. Her ass… my god, it was enormous. The best comparison I can come up with is a pair of beachballs crammed into a pair of men’s 3XL shorts… and I do mean crammed. I could practically hear the seams straining as she waddled away, the fabric taut over those round globes of flesh, that huge ass undulating hypnotically with every step. I could feel the front of my pants getting tight again.

I turned away, crossing quickly over the kitchen floor to a big chest freezer against one wall. Showing the various boxes safely away, I couldn’t stop thinking about this woman, replaying those glimpses over and over, imagining those vast, billowing expanses of skin free from the confines of those clothes… When I was finished, I grabbed some ice cubes out of a tray in the freezer, bundled them up in some shrink wrap from one of the cases, and tied it closed. Heading in the other direction, I saw the woman half sitting, half laying on a sectional that took up most of the apartment’s living room. A desk with a computer sat in the middle of it all, the pale glow of the monitor providing most of the illumination in the otherwise dim room.

“Ok, it’s all put away,” I announced. “Here, I brought you some ice.” Seeing her struggle to sit upright, I walked over to place the ice bag on her foot, propped out on the sofa in front of her.

“Thank you so much,” she sighed gratefully, sinking back into a mound of pillows behind her. “I can’t believe how fucking clumsy I was.”

“It happens to me, too. When the weather gets like this, those boxes get slippery pretty quickly. Are you going to be ok?”

“Yeah, I’ll be ok, nothing some rest and Advil won’t take care of.” She paused uncertainly. “Umm, I really hate to ask, but…”

I chuckled. “Sure, where’s the Advil?”

“Bathroom’s through that door, there’s a big bottle on top of the medicine cabinet.”

I came back a moment later with the bottle. “Here it is. I’m Dan, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you Dan, I’m Lydia. I’m so sorry for putting you through all this, I hope I’m not making you behind schedule or anything.”

“No problem, I was just about to take my lunch break. Know any good places around here?”

Lydia smiled. “Well… I’ve got frozen pizza. Umm, I mean, I don’t go out much, but…”

“Sounds good to me,” I answered, heading back towards the kitchen. I took out one of the boxes and put the pizza into the microwave, watching it spinning around absently. My thoughts were racing, imagining Lydia sprawled on the couch, free from those overworked clothes… those huge tits spread out across her round belly, jiggling with every breath, colossal thighs parted slightly, half revealing her pussy…

The microwave beeped, jolting me out of my fantasy. I brought the pizza back to the living room, where Lydia was now sitting upright and typing on her computer. “Pretty nice setup you have here,” I offered, handing her a slice.

“Yeah, I spend a lot of time online. I work from home, and when I’m not working I’m usually playing Warcraft or Facebooking. Gotta love the internet, right? You can get pretty much everything you need without leaving the house, thank god.”

“Hey, the outside’s not so bad… today’s weather notwithstanding.” I smiled.

She sighed heavily. “Easy for you to say. I go out, and people look at me like I’m some sort of freak, or just some pathetic, nasty-smelling subhuman. And don’t even get me started on the fat jokes, the snide comments… fuck that shit. I don’t need people calling me a fat ugly slob behind my back.”

“Hey, you’re not ugly!” I protested.

“Yeah, canlı poker oyna but I’m fat as hell. I mean, look at me! I don’t even know how much I weigh any more, I stopped checking a long time ago.”

“Well, yeah, but…”

“Shit, my vibrator would probably turn me down if it had eyes…” Lydia flushed. “Uhh, sorry, TMI much, right?”

I had a sudden, involuntary mental image of her nude again, cupping one huge tit with one hand while working her pussy with a buzzing toy, buried deep between her fleshy thighs. “Uh, no problem. And I think you’re sexy as… um…” I halted mid-sentence, blushing. “Sorry, that was out of line, wasn’t it?”

Lydia gave me a long, searching look. “Sexy? What, you into fat chicks?” She squeezed one breast through her t-shirt. “You like big floppy tits or something?”

I gulped. “Fuck it, worst that can happen is she calls the company and I get fired… go for it,” I thought. “Yeah… yeah, I do,” I answered. “Not just big boobs though… big butts, thick thighs, round bellies… guess I’m what you’d call a chubby chaser, huh?” I held my breath, waiting to see how Lydia would respond.

She gave me another probing look, then slowly reached down to grasp the bottom of her shirt. Not taking her eyes off my face, Lydia began pulling the shirt up, over the pale mountain of her belly. The fabric caught beneath her tits for a moment, then popped free, unleashing a billowing flood of massive mammaries. I stared hungrily at those incredible breasts as they spilled free, rippling down to her round belly and off to each side, wide areola tipped with thick, erect nipples. “So… this gets you hard, huh?” Lydia asked in a throaty voice. I nodded dumbly, struck speechless at the sight. “Let me see,” she continued.

I stood up quickly and stepped over to the couch, my cock straining desperately at the fabric of my pants. Lydia’s gaze dropped to my crotch, and she smiled. “Mmm, I guess you really do like big girls,” she purred, reaching out to stroke the front of my pants. I reached out for her, needing both hands to hold just one breast, the creamy pale flesh warm and soft to the touch. She exhaled loudly, leaning back onto the couch while gently stroking my cock through my clothes.

Kneeling next to her, I brought my face to her chest, kissing her ample breasts while my hands continued to cup and caress them. Lydia moaned softly as my mouth found her nipple, kissing it and taking it into my mouth. Pinching the erect nub between my teeth, I flicked my tongue back and forth across the tip, and my efforts were rewarded with a gasp. “Ohhh fuck yes,” she moaned. “Bite it harder, Dan.” I obliged, and Lydia’s back arched in response.

I switched my attentions to the other side, pulling her other breast over to my mouth as Lydia grasped my head, pulling my face into her chest. Tit flesh surrounded my face, hot and smooth and soft, blotting out all sound other than the pounding of blood in my veins, all other sight and smell other than those enormous, heavenly breasts. When I came up for air, she was was staring at me with an eager gleam in her eyes. “What about fat pussy, huh? You like getting between big-ass legs and tasting some fat wet cunt? You like having some huge fatty rub her cunt juices all over your face?” By way of answer, I shifted position, my hands running over her jiggling stomach to search out the waistband of her shorts. Lydia lifted her ass up as far as she could, but even so, removing the shorts from her huge ass was a struggle. Finally, the beleaguered stitching surrendered, the seam splitting down the side of her hip.

“Fuck it, don’t worry about it,” she panted, “get them off, I need to feel your tongue in my cunt.” Between the two of us, we managed to get the ruined shorts down to her knees, then off entirely. Lydia’s thighs were as enormous as the rest of her, thick columns of wobbling white flesh. She spread them as wide as her body and the couch would allow, revealing her bushy pubis, the hairs already damp with sweat and the wetness of her pussy. I felt her hands on the back of my head, insistently guiding my face between her fat thighs.

I kissed the delicate skin on Lydia’s internet casino inner thighs, working my way up towards the musky aroma of her pussy. I heard her groan, and she pulled my head more firmly towards her crotch. My tongue explored her labia, circling around and around, tasting and teasing, before dipping into her juicy pussy. Lydia’s hips jerked, her thighs squeezing tightly on both sides of my head, as I fucked her with my tongue, slipping rhythmically in and out of her. I raised myself slightly, adjusting the angle to that my tongue caressed her swollen clit as I licked her, and even muffled by her thighs I could hear her moan louder, her hips bucking and jerking to the pace of my tongue. I reached around to cup her immense ass, holding her steady as her gyrations grew more frenetic, her chubby hands pulling me ever more tightly into her needy cunt. “Ffffffffuuuuuuck fuck fuck yes!” I dimly heard her cry as her body arched, quivering and shaking uncontrollably. A moment later, her hands and thighs relaxed, and I raised my face from her drenched pussy.

Lydia was beet red, gasping for air, sending waves through her belly and tits. “Just… A second…” she moaned, “then… cock… god, I want your cock… in me… fuck my… fat cunt.”

I stood up, hastily unbuttoning my pants, yanking them off along with my boxers. My cock sprang free, rigid and throbbing, the tip already wet with pre-cum. With an effort, Lydia lifted her huge ass up from the couch, tucking a couple of pillows beneath her before sinking back down. She propped one wide leg up on the back of the couch and put her other foot on the floor, spreading her great jiggling thighs as wide as her girth would allow. “Fuck me… fuck me now,” she crooned while reaching between her legs, rubbing her swollen clit. “I need that hard cock, fuck me hard!” I certainly wasn’t about to say no, I was aching for her just as badly.

Kneeling on the couch between her outstretched legs, I guided my eager cock into position and pushed slowly between her labia, both of us groaning as I entered her. Holding her wide hips to keep us both steady, I began thrusting… slow and deep at first, but building in speed and intensity. Her whole body quivered and jiggled with each thrust, her fat belly and massive breasts rolling forwards and back in time with my rhythm. Lydia let out a long, quavering moan, squeezing her thick nipples between her chubby fingers. I leaned forward, and between both our efforts we brought one huge, flopping tit up to my mouth. I sucked hungrily, pinching flesh between my teeth, and her moaning grew louder.

I felt the couch rock and creak alarmingly as I pounded Lydia’s pussy harder and faster, but I was too caught up in the throes of lust to care, and judging by her increasingly loud groans and cries, neither did she. I brought my hands back down to her hips, grabbing her tightly, pulling her towards me as I drove the full length of my cock into her, our flesh slapping together and the waves rippling through her becoming ever more pronounced. “Ohhhhhhhh fuck… fuck… fuck… yesss!” Lydia grunted breathlessly, her back arching again. She grabbed at me, fingernails digging into my shoulders, pulling me down on top of her pillowly figure. I eagerly buried my face between her breasts again, feeling the hot, heaving flesh envelop me as her thighs closed around my legs. I could feel the orgasm building, pleasure and pressure building at the base of my cock, my body tensing from head to toe as I fought to hold back my climax.

Lydia’s moans were reaching a frantic crescendo, semi-coherent gasping cries exhorting me not to stop… harder… faster… god don’t stop… Blood pounding in my ears, my whole body trembling with the creating energy of my imminent orgasm, I raised my face from her tits, gasping for air, seeing her round, flushed face contorting in the delicious agony of another climax. I groaned, gasped, both of us crying out in unison as I couldn’t hold back any longer, our bodies convulsing in orgasmic bliss.

It took me several moments before my head cleared and I could think clearly again. Weak and shaking, Lydia and I both slid off the couch onto the floor, our bodies still intertwined. I thought back to my first reaction on entering the building; on second thought, I mused to myself as I met Lydia’s glazed but satisfied look, I hope this *is* going to be a regular thing…

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He meets me after acting class for our second date. We have a couple of drinks, sitting side by side, his hand grazing my knee lightly. Does he see my breath catch, does he see how much I want him? His quick grin confirms that he knows all too well. He grabs his jacket and we leave the bar. The icy November wind and the simmer of whiskey on my lips meld, I’m alert yet hazy. The pressure and warmth of his hand on my lower back steady me as we walk past sleepy brownstones towards my car. I shudder a bit as the wind picks up and I see my car up the block. The grip on my back tightens, and in those last steps we find our stride together. He leans me up against the driver’s side window and brushes his thumb against my lip. I grab his palm and nip it, but he reaches up for my neck and his tongue starts to flick inside my mouth, teasing me.

His breath on my ear, he presses against me, and I can feel that he’s hard already, the tip of his cock up near my belly button. I moan as he tilts his hips and runs his hand along the side of my thigh. He opens the door for me, I slide into my seat and I casino siteleri lean on the steering wheel as he walks around. Before I can put on my seatbelt, he grabs my wrist, and pulls me toward him. “I can’t wait,” he growls. I look around as I awkwardly hike my legs over the gear shift. We had been alone on the street, but this is a nice neighborhood in D.C. I want him, but I’ve never done anything like this before. Hell, he’s only the second man I’ve ever been with, this is all new to me. I start to tense up as i think I see someone coming, swallowing and reaching for him. He stops me, hand on my jaw. “Are you scared?” His gaze searing into me, no tenderness there. I blush, not wanting to let on how little I know, the former altar girl in me shying away from being so public, the rest of me not wanting to let him down.

“Not scared, shy” I mumble as I slide my hands over his shoulders. I can’t refuse him this, and after some hesitation I realize I don’t want to refuse. I rock against him, and whimper when he slides his fingers inside my jacket and over my shirt, my nipples. I pull off my jacket, slot oyna wanting his warmth more. He wraps his hands through my hair, which feels so right. No one has ever played with my hair before, but he yanks hard to bring me level with his cock, and starts to unbuckle his belt. I gasp a little as he tugs my scalp harder. “Look at me.” His lip curls a little as he sees me falter.

He won’t let go as I start to take him in his mouth. I’m still on edge, I am worried. Worried we’ll get caught, that I won’t satisfy him. He doesn’t let me catch my breath, so I concentrate on watching his gaze to see how I’m doing. His hand strokes my cheek and I hum a little, which he likes. He’s so big that when his hips start rocking up into me, my eyes water.

Without warning he yanks my head up to kiss me, and rips my shirt open. My bra is showing. I try to pull my shirt back together, but he taps my leg with his boot while he grabs a condom. “Don’t cover up. Take those pants off, you don’t need them.” I’m beet red, and a bit clumsy as I don’t have room down there, so I yank off my heels and stand up to canlı casino siteleri shrug off my pants cursing myself for wearing something so tight. He grabs my bra and pulls me back onto him. I straddle him again, biting my lip to get out of my head. He slides my soaked thong to the side as he circles his cock over my ass, my clit. Then he pushes into me, no warning, and I muffle a scream. I’m stretched wide, but I’m gripping onto him, trying to not hit my head, sliding back down onto him. I start to shudder as he grabs my hips, but I clench up when I hear footsteps. He doesn’t stop, but I can hear them getting closer. He swats my ass to get my attention. I yelp, my ass is stinging. See puts his hand on my throat and turns me towards the window.

“Look at them and smile. Do it!” He’s looking at the side mirror at a couple that hasn’t spotted us yet. He leans up to bite on my clavicle, and speeds up. I don’t think I can bear looking them in the eye. At first I turn away, but then he growls. He makes me reckless. I look at the couple that stops to register what we are doing. The woman turns away and the man’s jaw drops. It’s too funny, my grin bursts into a smile. I start to laugh as he twists me to press my breast and face into the window. It hurts, but I keep going. And I’m smiling as I start to come.

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[Consequence: the results of an action, belief or circumstance. Some are intended, and some are unintended. This is a story about both kinds. This story, unfortunately, is based on events that did happen. The pain from the consequences is and was real. Your comments and votes are encouraged.]

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When we got married we were blind and not very bright. We were both too young to have much idea about what we were doing. She was twenty and I was twenty-one. We had dated for almost a year, following the guidelines of dating within our conservative church. We had kissed a lot. Groped a few times and had not seen each other naked or “gone all the way.” After the ceremony where we made outrageous promises we knew nothing about we went on a short honeymoon, three days and two nights. She needed to get back for finals. Four days after we got back I shipped out (actually I flew) to Okinawa and two years of duty.

For six years we were bounced around the Far East and only when I got out of the Air Force did we come back to the continental USA for anything longer than a short visit. Our two kids were born in Japan.

For the first few years after we got out we lived in sunny southern California. We lived half-way between her parents and mine, five miles either way. I got a job with a bank and was doing pretty well. In the church I was active and worked mostly with kids.

In our second year back Marie had a miscarriage. She was four months into the pregnancy and in the middle of the night she woke up bleeding heavily. I called an ambulance and they took her to the hospital. I waited with our terrified kids until both grandmas arrived to take care of them, then I went to be with Marie.

The baby died before it could be delivered. Marie nearly died as well. To save her life they had to do a hysterectomy. I gave permission. When she came to a nurse told her she was doing well after her hysterectomy, not realizing what had really happened. She blamed me for allowing the doctors to do that to her and went into a deep depression. At a follow-up visit to the doctor I asked about sex. Before the doctor could answer my question Marie said, “Sex is for making babies. I can’t make babies. I won’t be having sex.”

Her voice was without emotion or energy. Shortly after she said that she left the office to use the restroom. The doctor said he had seen that reaction before and that over a few months the women came back to be pretty much as they had been before.

He was wrong. A month later I stood beside her and turned to kiss her. She slapped me! Hard enough that a half an hour later our daughter asked me what happened to my face.

I waited another week and asked, “So, are we married?” I stood ten feet away when I asked.

“No. Yes. We aren’t married like our friends are married but we did get married in the church so there is no divorce. Our friends have sex. I know because they tell me they have sex. Leslie thinks I should have sex with you. So does Donna. I can’t.”

“A week ago I tried to kiss you and you damn near broke my jaw. Is kissing sex?”

“No! But I know you. If we kiss you’ll want more. Then I’ll want more and pretty soon we’ll be in bed. I can’t have a baby! All my life I’ve known that was my job on Earth. Now, I’m not even a woman.”

“And you expect me to live out my life with no sex, no kissing, no affection?”

“Yes.”

“It won’t happen. I don’t know if I’ll leave you, or go behind your back. I don’t know what I’ll do but I’m not willing to live like that!”

“If you cheat you know what will happen. You will be excommunicated and you won’t get into heaven.”

“So what? This is already hell!”

“I’m not going to change my mind.”

“Tell the kids I’ll be back just before nine and I’ll want to talk to them. We need to discuss summer vacations, jobs and the possibility of summer school.”

“They’ll be home in half an hour. You can tell them.”

“I won’t be here. I have an appointment.”

“With who?”

“You no longer have the right to ask. My wife could ask and I’d tell her. You do your job and I’ll do mine. It will look like we’re married until it doesn’t.” I turned and walked out.

In my car I drove without a plan. I ended up at the church. I spoke to the head of our congregation and told him everything about our conversation. He listened. When I was done he said, “The church says stay and make the best of it. I think that’s asking a lot. How do you live with a woman you can’t touch? How do you live without being touched?”

“I don’t have an answer.”

“Let me talk with a couple people, without breaking your casino siteleri confidences and I’ll get back to you. Give me a few days, Ok?”

“Sure. Take two weeks. It’ll be worth it if you can help us.”

Two weeks went by. My kids asked me what was wrong with Mom. They told me she no longer hugged them or touched them. When she said she loved them it sounded hollow. I told them she just needed some time. I didn’t believe it and I didn’t think they did either.

Exactly two weeks after we had met at the church he called me. I met him back at the church. He sat down with me and said, “The first person I spoke with knew it was your wife. She advised me to tell you that your sex life is over. I talked to four others and they told me to tell you, whoever you are, that they understood how painful this must be for you. They also said they couldn’t stay.”

I left his office in tears. He had helped and the result didn’t actually help at all.

I slept in my car. The thought of climbing into bed with her was too painful. In the morning I drove to work and was half an hour early. I went through the motions and when it was five o’clock I left, with nowhere to go.

By seven I was at the beach and I walked on the bike path until late. I drove home arriving just after midnight. I went in, went to the bathroom and skinned out of my clothes and took a good long shower. When I came out Marie was sitting on the hamper.

In a voice just louder than a whisper I said, “Get out of the bathroom. My wife or my girl-friend can see me naked. You aren’t either.”

She burst into tears and left me alone. When I went into the master bedroom to get some clean clothes she was in bed. I got clean clothes and a blanket. I took my pillow from my side of the bed and carried it all into the living room. She followed.

“If you sleep out here the kids will wonder what’s wrong.” She said.

“They already wonder what’s wrong. You have changed. You not only don’t love me, you don’t love them. At least they say you don’t act like you love them. Go back to bed. Until I’m invited into your body I won’t be in your bed.”

She went into the bedroom and quietly closed the door. When I turned to make my bed on the couch my daughter Janice was crying and helping me make the bed. I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say anything. She was in panties and a big t-shirt. When the bed was made she tucked me in and kissed me good-night.

She went upstairs and if she was lucky she slept. I was up in time to make French toast for the kids for breakfast. Jake looked at me when he came into the kitchen and said, “Janice talked to me. I’m so sorry, Dad.” We hugged.

Janice came down and asked if I wanted her to skip school for one day and be with me. I hugged her, thanked her and sent her to school. I needed to go to work. When the three of us left Marie was still in her bedroom.

When I got home that evening I found Janice sitting on the porch. She took me by the hand and led me upstairs. The room where we put all their toys and games and things was no longer full of kids things. It had all my clothes, my dresser and a rug. “Daddy, I blew up an air mattress for me and you can sleep in my room tonight. Jake and I will help you get a bed up here for you. What we’re saying is, don’t go. The three of us can be a family.”

I held both of them and cried. They cried too. I said, “I won’t leave you. We may have to leave this house, but I won’t leave you.”

That weekend we bought a bed and moved it upstairs. Marie cleaned the house, she did the laundry and went to church every Sunday. I stopped going. Jake kept going. His girl-friend went there. He said people asked about us and he said I was working on a special project. He wasn’t lying. The special project was my life.

Winter turned to spring and all the activities that being a senior brings. Marie bought Janice a present for her birthday and graduation. It was pants and a sweater three sizes too small and a color that Janice has never liked. Ever.

Right after Janice graduated Jake went away for the summer. My Uncle Bart had offered him a summer job on his farm. Jake jumped at the chance to spend the summer in Montana and come back with some money.

Janice and I took him to the airport. His girl-friend Amy, went with us. I turned the rear-view mirror so they could have some privacy in the back seat. After five miles I turned on the radio. My son kisses loudly.

On the way home his girl-friend said, “People at church think you have both quit the church. You never attend any more.”

“Have you asked Marie?”

“Mom did. She said that slot oyna as far as she knew you were still a member. What kind of answer is that?”

“Did you ask Jake?”

“Yes. At first he said you were working on some special project. Now he acts like he didn’t hear the question.”

“What do you want to know?” Janice asked.

“Why don’t you come to church?”

“Simple. Because of her belief in church my wife is no longer acting like my wife. It has been thirteen months since she miscarried a baby. She has not touched either of us since that day. She says it’s because she was taught all her life that her job here on Earth was to have and raise children. Now that she can’t she’s no longer a woman, no longer a wife.”

We stopped in front of her house. Her Dad was mowing the grass. He shut off the mower and came over. As he got close he saw that all three of us had tears. He opened the door and said, “Cheer up! He’ll be back at the end of summer.”

Amy slid over and got out. She put a hand on my shoulder and said, “I’m sorry.”

We drove home.

Marie hadn’t made any move to go with us. When we came home dinner was on the table. Dinner for Janice and I. Marie had started eating in the kitchen. She didn’t set a place for Jake. She knew he was gone. We knew she didn’t say anything to him before he left.

After dinner we watched a movie and then Janice and I walked for half an hour. She held my hand as we walked and most evenings we walked without talking. That evening she talked.

“I don’t think Jake’s coming back at the end of the summer.”

“Why do you think that?”

“It hurts too much seeing Mom as a zombie. She’s going through the motions of being alive, but she isn’t. Jake and she were really close. If he can stay with Uncle Bart, he will. If Uncle Bart calls you to talk about it, let him stay.”

“I can see him wanting to stay.”

We kept walking and finally I added, “He can stay.”

At home we went upstairs and to our separate rooms. I heard the shower run and waited until it stopped to go into my and Jake’s bathroom for my shower. I scrubbed hard and used up the remaining hot water. Since I had moved upstairs I had always slept nude. Marie never liked it when we were married. She thought it was nasty.

I shut off the light and got into bed. I was asleep in a very short time, thinking about riding and working on Uncle Bart’s place.

At some point in the night I rolled over and encountered someone in bed with me. When I woke up I thought, “Hot stuff! Marie has come to her senses!” But, when my hand felt her belly I knew it wasn’t Marie. I felt no scars, no weak muscles, just the strong vibrant skin and muscles of youth.

“Janice?”

“Just hold me. Please, Don’t talk.”

I was right up behind her, my hand on her belly. She was shivering.

“Are you cold?” I whispered.

“Shhhh.” Her answer was to press back against me. My answer was to grow an erection to press against her butt. I was so turned on by the feel of her, the smell of her, and something I couldn’t define that I was in danger of cumming all over her ass just from being so close.

She slowly turned. My hand was then on her back and I felt her breasts against my chest.

“Tonight, please hold me. Let me tell you what I feel. Please don’t tell me I’m wrong. The rest of the world may be wrong, but not this.”

I nodded. She kissed my lips. I didn’t open my mouth. I was aware that I was in bed naked with my eighteen year old daughter and she had just kissed me. For all the years since she was ten and started developing I had held my distance. I touched and hugged her but I held back too. I danced with her at church dances, but not very close. I always got hard dancing with her and I believed having her feel my erection would be wrong.

In the midst of the next kiss her hands held my erection. Her tongue invaded my mouth and she softly moaned. I heard a noise that sounded like another moan, but not hers. It was mine. The kiss ended.

“I love you. I know the books say that all daughters fall in love with their Dads. I am willing to stop being your daughter. I am willing to move to anywhere and be your girl-friend for a while and then be your wife. I love you. I want you to love me. I want you to have my virginity and to be the only man who ever is inside me. I want you inside me tonight.”

“What about…”

“All those arguments are for people who want to always follow rules they didn’t make. I’m not one of them. For right now, I am a woman, you are a man. I know your body wants to love me. I know your heart already does.”

She rolled canlı casino siteleri me onto my back and straddled me. Her wetness rubbed my heat. She moaned and shifted her position until my cock entered her and slowly went to the depths of her.

“Oh yes! I hoped you would feel this way. I want to feel you like this often. Daddy, tell me you love me!”

“I love you, Janice.”

She rocked and used her hands on my shoulders for balance. I reached and held her breasts. I felt her nipples hard against my palms. “Squeeze my tits! I want to still feel your hands in the morning.”

I loved how her breasts felt in my hands. As she asked, I squeezed and squeezed hard. She moaned and thanked me.

I drew her body down to mine and kissed her. My hands pressed her back so that her breasts and belly pressed against me. My hips thrust up as she pressed down. I didn’t last long enough and I was amazed how long I did last.

As I came she put her mouth next to my ear and said, “I feel you cumming inside me! I have wanted to feel that for years! Thank you.”

I held her against me until I slipped out of her. She got up and went into my bathroom. She came back with a wash cloth and cleaned me up. She went back in the bathroom and did whatever she did to take care of the deposit I made.

The thought crossed my mind that she would go across the hall and sleep in her bed for the night. She came out of the bathroom and back into bed with me. We kissed and held each other until we fell asleep.

She was still there when my eyes opened in the morning. The sunlight streamed in through the curtains and I could see what a beautiful woman my daughter had become.

Her eyes opened and she said, “Good morning! I hoped you’d still be here when I woke up. That means it wasn’t another dream. I love you.”

“I love you too. Now what?”

“Now I have a suggestion. I suggest we go on vacation. I suggest you get a transfer and we move. Leave Mom the house and half your savings and get a divorce. Here’s what I promise: I promise you can be inside me any time you want as long as you love me, take care of me and promise not to go a week between visits between my legs.”

“Hmmm. I need to think about all that.” I paused for about twenty seconds and asked, “Where do you want to go on vacation?”

“Someplace where I can scream when you are inside me. Somewhere I can go at least topless if I want to. Somewhere warm.”

“First, let’s go get breakfast. Get dressed and come back here.”

She came back and I was still picking a shirt. I had on khaki pants. She picked a shirt and I put it on. We went downstairs and Marie was sitting on the couch. The TV wasn’t on. She had the remote in her hand.

I picked up the phone and dialed her mother.

“Elaine, your daughter is spaced out. Janice and I won’t be around to take care of her today. Jake is on his uncle’s farm. And, so you know, I’m filing for divorce on Monday.”

When I hung up Marie was looking at me and she said, “Why? I take good care of the house.”

“Because I am in love with someone else.”

Janice and I went to breakfast. We went to the library and used their computer to research where to go on vacation. We decided a cruise in the Caribbean would be about perfect. I booked it for one week from that Sunday.

When we got home after dinner Elaine was sitting on the couch with Marie. She had been crying. She stood up and said, “I’ve never owned what I did until today. Look at Marie. I did that to her. I taught her who she was and what I believed God wanted her to do. I never thought about what would happen if she couldn’t. I’m sorry Pete. I’m sorry Janice.”

“She gets the house and twenty thousand. I get a divorce. You sell the house and move her in with you. I loved her, you know that. You apologize for what you did to her. What about what you’ve done to all of us? I guess you can think about that for the rest of both of your lives. Now, take her with you.”

Janice and I went upstairs. I called Uncle Bart and we talked. He agreed to keep Jake and teach him everything. I told Jake we would visit later in the summer. Just before we hung up he asked to speak to Janice. Five seconds after she took the phone she yelled, “Yes!” and hung up.

From my bedroom window I watched Elaine put a suitcase and Marie in her car. They drove away and I felt a weight lift.

When I turned back to face the room Janice was sitting in the middle of my, our, bed.

“I think we need to talk.”

“Talking is for the living room, the kitchen, the dining room, long walks, or while we sit on the deck of a cruise ship. Bedrooms are for making love and sleep. Where do you want us to be?”

She stood by the bed and pulled off her clothes. She stepped to me and started removing my clothes. “We can talk in the morning.”

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Feeling her body needing some additional relief, Holly decided to go for a short hunt at the beach. What better place to scout for potential sex partners than the beach? And no beach was more suitable than Titania’s Magma Beach. The strip of fine white sand on the shore of the Pacific Ocean.

Holly’s walk to the beach was not a long one. The red-head didn’t bother much with setting up for the beach, putting on a two-piece swimsuit that struggled to contain Baby, and a shirt that struggled to contain her breasts and she was good to go.

Holly couldn’t help but feel bad for Maria, the weather was just perfect, sunny, but not scorching hot. She set herself up by picking up a vacant beach-chair and picking a spot where the tide won’t get her, just under an umbrella that provided a bit of shade.

Like a predator, set up in the perfect ambush, Holly felt it was time to start looking for prey. She started with her most fine-tuned technique, looking for large breasted women. It might sound simplistic, but there Holly had an art to it. She could tell if a girl was faking size, through padding or a push-up top piece, or if the girl was using a minimizer to make herself look small. It was a precise science that Holly was employing.

Scouring the beach for an initial scan, Holly spotted around twenty large-breasted girls that could be potential candidates. But she was just getting started, looking more closely, Holly disqualified half of them for cheating and making themselves look bigger. Now, she felt confident enough that each of the remaining ten girls could work for her, but she didn’t want something that will “work,” she wanted a girl that could offer her a bit of relief. Of the ten girls, only three had breasts bigger than an H cup and looked promising.

Holly started considering their features to nail down the one when she noticed something strange. One of the girls was different, not because of her blonde hair or her baby blue eyes, but because her enormous, exposed nipples were dripping something white. Focusing on the girls, Holly realized she was actually naked, and moreover, her belly looked into late pregnancy. Holly needed a moment to process what she was seeing and realize the girl was pregnant and what was coming out of her nipples was milk.

Holly decided it was better to take that girl off her list. Her body was a sex machine, but Holly wasn’t a home-wrecker. This woman was probably going to be a mother and make someone a father and she wasn’t the girl that will break this kind of relationship even if her balls were super full with cum.

As Holly was debating what to do with the girl she noticed the girl was doing something strange. In the middle of the beach, she spread her legs and paused. It struck Holly as strange that no one on the beach seemed to care that a naked, pregnant woman who was about to pee in the middle of it all. And sure enough, a massive, pearly-white stream came out from between her legs and pooled on the sand below her. Holly almost screamed as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place inside her head. The blonde wasn’t peeing, she was letting out cum, Holly was shocked to realize the girl wasn’t even pregnant, but filled with cum.

Her mind raced, there’s probably another hyper on the beach. Maybe it’s Chelsea and they could repeat their adventures in the park. Holly decided to make a move, she got up from her chair and walked over to the blonde, who was still draining herself.

“Hello, nice to meet you,” Holly greeted when she was close enough.

The girl ignored her, pouring more viscous cum out of her pussy.

“Hi, over here, nice to meet you.” Holly tried again, not used to people ignoring her.

The blonde kept at it, still not paying any attention to Holly.

“Who filled you with all that cum?” Holly decided to be blunt.

It seemed the word cum got to the lady. She lifted her head and looked into Holly’s green eyes, “You can see me?”

“Obviously,” Holly answered in a cynical voice, “who did this to you?”

“OMG, you can see me,” the blonde seemed so concerned with the fact she was seen that she forgot her manners altogether.

“Of course I can see you, I’m not blind…” Holly was getting a little annoyed.

“Are you magical?”

“Ahh,” Holly lingered on the answer, “Nope, but Baby here has a few magic tricks…” she tapped her foot-long cock.

“Is everything okay, Angie?” came a voice from behind Holly. She turned to find another naked lady that sported a cock as big as Baby was. This girl was also blonde, but her breasts were smaller than the other girl.

“Nicky, you won’t believe what I’m about to tell you,” the lactating girl turned to her big-dicked associate, “This girl, she can see us…”

“No way, how?”

“Excuse me,” Holly raised casino siteleri her voice, not used to such a strange behavior, “I’m Holly, who, the fuck, are you?”

“Oh, sorry,” said the lactating blond, “my name is Angie, and my big dicked lover here is Nicky.”

“Nice to meet you two,” Holly smiled and seemed to calm down, “Now, Angie, who filled you with cum?”

“I did,” Nicky stepped forward.

“I’ll be honest, girls,” Holly decided it was best to explain her intentions before moving on with the two, “I’m looking for sex, and I want to use Angie a little, if that is acceptable with you, Nicky.”

“Ohh, ahmm,” Nicky started to stutter at the question.

“It’s okay, you can say no, you don’t have to agree…” Holly tried to ease the pressure.

“It’s not that, Holly,” Angie butted in, “I think you should come meet our group before we start talking about us fucking…”

“Oh, you’re a group,” Holly felt baby tingle with the thought of group sex, “Okay, sure, lead the way…”

Angie and Nicky walked side by side with Holly along the beach. People seemed to ignore the fact Holly was walking beside two naked bombshells.

“How is it that people don’t care about you being naked?” Holly wondered as the walked to a more secluded part of the beach.

“It’s the magic,” Angie answered, “people can’t see us…”

“I don’t know if I believe in magic,” Holly said, “but how come I could see you?”

“We have no idea,” said Nicky, “but I’m sure Alene will know.”

“Who’s Alene?” Holly wondered as they kept walking, reaching a part of the beach that seemed empty aside from one group of girls.

The group consisted of 4 girls, but it was clear who the leader of the group was. She was far from Holly’s taste, a skinny, black-haired girl that hardly had anything feminine about her. She was surrounded by three girls that totally fit Holly’s taste, but for some reason, the black-haired girl was definitely the leader of the group.

Noticing Angie and Nicky from afar, the girls welcomed them with smiling faces. As they came closer, their curiosity for Holly was evident.

“Hi Nicky,” Said a slim, black-haired girl, “who’s that with you?”

“Holly, meet the girls.” Nicky introduced them one by one, “this is Nadia,” she pointed to the black-haired girl that just talked.

“Nice to meet you, Holly,” Nadia smiled back.

“Those two are Sabrina and Jen,” Angie pointed to the other two girls who greeted Holly with smiles.

Lastly, Holly’s eyes met the unintroduced girl’s eyes. “Hi, I’m Alene, welcome…” she seemed polite.

“Holly, nice to meet you.”

Alene turned her eyes to Angie and Nicky, “I’m sorry for seeming impolite, but why did you bring her to us?”

“She can see my breasts and milk…” Angie whispered.

“And my cock…” Nicky added.

“You wondered too far, girls…” Alene explained, “that’s why she saw you. It’s also because Holly here is a force to be reckoned with…”

“What do you mean?” Nadia wondered.

“I’m not quite sure what it is exactly, but Holly is some kind of powerhouse.” Alene remained quiet for a moment before going on, “well, no point in hiding from you…”

With those words, the magic faded away and Holly realized how unique the girls around her were. Sabrina had breasts the size of giant bean bags, Jen had a huge cock, and Nadia’s breasts were the epiphany of perfection.

But none of the girls were close to Alene. Her breasts were as big as Nadia’s, but that wasn’t her distinctive feature. Alene set on a pair of gigantic, car-sized balls coupled with a massive cock that slithered out along the sand and into the ocean.

“Nice asset, Alene,” Holly complimented, “but I’ve been bigger…”

“I knew you were something special,” Alene said, “want to undress and show us what you have hidden? The girls can help you if you need help stirring a storm…”

“No need,” Holly said, quickly removing her shirt and exposing her huge breasts. Most of the time, Holly’s breasts caught all the attention on the beach, but with Alene and her girls, it felt like the most mundane occurrence. Next, she moved on to the bottom piece of her bikini. The piece of cloth was doing a poor job dealing with Baby, who started growing bigger and bigger. It already reached the sand and started thickening and adding more and more weight.

“I think you just passed Jen here,” Alene giggled as Baby started to make its way to the water and Holly’s sack touched the sand, forcing her to spread her legs a little, “which means you still have a little more to go before you reach my size.”

Holly didn’t seem bothered by what Alene said, instead she focused on her growth. Her sack was growing by the second and she knew that in a few minutes Baby would lift her off the ground. In preparation, Holly shifted herself around and made sure she was positioned properly to let Baby do his thing.

While Holly was focused on her body, she didn’t notice Ange and Sabrina. The two, huge titted girls snuck up on Holly’s sides and went in for a double hug. Their breasts were huge, bigger than Holly’s, slot oyna Holly’s top was enveloped by tender boob flesh. They felt amazing and Holly moaned with glee, but the outcome wasn’t what they expected. Baby realized what was waiting for him and started growing, fast. Holly was lifted off the ground instantly by her growing appendage, forcing the girls to relent their embrace and take a step back.

“Nice work, Holly,” Alene complimented, “that was a nice growth spurt.”

Holly giggled, “All thanks to your girls, Alene, but I have more in me…”

“Do you need help coaxing more out?” Alene wondered.

“I can manage myself, Alene, thank you,” Holly said and tapped her inflating sack that now doubled as a chair for its owner, “but fucking someone would really help move things along…”

“Do you want to use one of my girls?” Alene offered. The five girls went quiet hearing Alene. They didn’t seem bothered by the idea of dealing with Holly, quite the opposite, they actually seemed interested in the offer.

“Thank you, Alene, but I wouldn’t, they’re your girls, they belong to you…”

“I see no reason not to share with you, Holly,” Alene said and pointed towards Baby, “You are as big as I am now, and there’s something special about you… I see no reason we shouldn’t share.”

“Thank you, Alene, but I don’t want to get your girls pregnant…” Holly smiled back at the black-haired futa.

“If pregnancy is holding you back you shouldn’t worry about it,” Nadia said, “Alene’s keeping us infertile with magic.”

“You can fill us all you want and it won’t catch…” Nicky added.

Holly felt overjoyed hearing Alene’s girls weren’t at risk of getting pregnant. Holly usually didn’t care about getting girls she fucked pregnant, but Alene’s girls seemed like they belonged to her and Holly knew you don’t reach into a stranger’s fridge and take their beer without permission.

“Are you okay with it, Alene?” Holly felt it was the right thing to ask.

“Yeah, sure, which girl do you want?” Alene offered once again.

“I want to try her out…” Jen volunteered.

“Jen, please let our guest choose,” Alene stopped her, “Please tell us which girl you want, Holly.”

“If it’s okay with you, I want to try Sabrina, her breasts seem like a treat.”

“Sure thing!” Sabrina jumped with joy, as if she won a competition between the girls. Jen sighed in disappointment, “Bummer…”

“You can take my pussy, Jen,” Holly offered a consolation prize, “you look big enough to mount me now, while I’m still small.” Jen’s face beamed with a smile, as if Holly’s offer made her day.

Sabrina started walking over to Baby’s tip. The bulbous head rested a yard into the ocean, floating on the gentle waves. “You sure you can handle Baby?” Holly shouted.

“I’ve taken Alene when she was bigger than you,” Sabrina said as she started walking into the water, “just let me know if I’m too much for you, Holly. And with those cocky words, Sabrina grabbed Holly’s tip with both hands. Any ordinary girl would have panicked holding the hefty girl-meat, but Sabrina was used to bigger sizes. Moreover, because the two were in the ocean, Sabrina didn’t have to worry about lubrication, not that she ever needed lubrication thanks to Alene.

Holly savored the sight before her, Sabrina’s gigantic breasts floated on the water, each as big as a beanbag chair. The black-haired girl positioned herself before Baby and bent over, exposing her swollen pink flower. To Holly’s delight, the second she felt Baby pressing against the burning hot slit it gaped open and took her in. Most girls Holly knew showed some sign of discomfort when first taking Baby, even at smaller sizes, but this girl was taking Baby as if it was no thicker than a finger. Sabrina’s tunnel felt moist and inviting as she started moving back towards Holly.

“Jen, I think you better join the party before she gets too big,” Alene offered, “I’ll take Angie and Nicky, sounds only fair to me.”

The girls nodded and went to work. Angie walked into the water and took Alene’s giant cock with the same ease Sabrina was showing. Nicky clambered onto Alene’s balls with a little help and started fucking her. Nicky’s cock was much smaller and slid in perfectly.

“Help me up,” Jen called for Holly’s attention. Her balls were now as tall as Jen, and with no grip, she needed a hand. Holly helped Jen up and the futa straddled her balls sack and got comfortable. “You’re really full aren’t you?” Jen asked.

“You girls are a big part of that…” Holly admitted.

“I got a feeling you and Alene are going to put on quite a show…” Jen said as she reached down and located Holly’s pussy, pushing herself inside. Jen savored the feeling Holly’s slit was giving her, the hyper futa felt like she was sucking Jen in, not wanting her to see the light of day ever again.

“You all seem nice and happy up there…” came Nadia’s voice, “but you forgot about little old me…”

“Nadia,” Alene said between gasps of pleasure as Angie and Nicky started working on her, “I’m so sorry, I promise when we get home I’ll spend as much canlı casino siteleri time with you as you want…”

“I want a month!” Nadia demanded. Holly was unsure if the two were joking around or if they were serious.

“Okay, Nadia, fair enough,” Alene agreed.

“And no monkey business, Alene,” Nadia closed the terms of their deal, “you don’t stop pumping until I reach Bristol.”

“Okay,” Alene said in a low voice, sounding defeated.

“Done,” Nadia sealed the deal,” enjoy yourselves, girls, I’ll just watch.”

Holly looked over at Alene. Angie was speared on her cock and it poked clearly out of her belly. At the tip, Angie’s belly seemed to balloon out, holding a couple of gallons of Alene’s emissions. On Sabrina’s end, the sight was almost identical. Both girls couldn’t take the whole of the cock assigned to them but both Sabrina and Angie were taking about half.

“You feel amazing,” Jen gasped as her body tensed up, “here I go!” she called, telling Holly she was having an orgasm. It’s been ages since Holly felt someone cum in her pussy, she missed the sensation of a thick cock stretching her wide before unloading a healthy load of white goo inside.

“Ahhh!” came a moan from where Alene was, Nicky was also doing her own thing, already pumping inside Alene and filling her flat stomach. Alene didn’t seem to mind, her eyes locked on the spot of milk Angie’s breasts formed in the ocean. Just then, Holly felt it. Starting at her clit, Jen’s cock inflated slightly, moving a load of cum up her shaft and into Holly’s womb. Holly moaned as her inner temple was flooded, it felt amazing as Jen’s cock pumped even more. Holly was washed away by the sensation and Baby decided it was time to make a move on Sabrina. Jen hugged Holly from behind, grabbing her massive rack for balance. The sack below them was shaking wildly and became unstable as Holly’s own orgasm started.

Unlike Jen, who was pumping over and over, pushing more and more cum into Holly. Holly was going through a dual orgasm. Jen’s fucking awoke her female orgasm while baby decided it was time to unload. Her body was preparing for a killing blow.

With the fringes of her consciousness still hanging on, Holly noticed Alene was pumping Angie full of cum, the girl’s belly inflated and was as big as Holly’s balls already, still, Alene was going strong.

It was too much for Holly to hold, Baby took over and did its thing. With one, unbelievably strong contraction, Baby delivered its balls’ content into Sabrina. The whole thing lasted no more than 20 seconds and Sabrina became as big as Angie if not bigger.

Holly didn’t like it when Baby did this to girls, it felt great and all, but she always thought it ended too soon. Here she was again, a full girl over her tip. Jen was still pumping cum into her, but she was close to wrapping up. On the other side, Alene finished with Angie and Nicky was through with her womb for now. To her joyful amazement, Holly managed to keep up with her rather nicely, filling Sabrina as much as she filled Angie.

“Think you can go bigger, Holly?” Alene wondered as the girls came to their senses.

Holly didn’t say a word. She simply winked at Alene as Sabrina started moaning with pleasure. To the girls’ amazement, Holly started growing again, Baby thickened and reached deeper into Sabrina’s stuffed womb. Alene watched with gleeful eyes as her own cock followed and went deep into Angie’s body.

Jen and Nicky noticed the change and decided to keep filling their respective sex partners while the opportunity presented itself. Both knew that once their partner’s sack will be big enough they’ll be pushed out of heaven.

Sabrina and Angie moaned in tendon, though they fucked different girls, both had cock so big it was hard telling them apart. While both girls enjoyed the soft waves that caressed their bodies, they were as big as cars already and both realized they were about to get much bigger.

Holly and Alene looked at each other with awe. It wasn’t that being this big shocked them, both were more than three times their current size in the past, but they never imagined another person but themselves was capable of doing it. But, lo and behold, Holly and Alene were both in the game, roaring as bliss filled their minds once again and inflated Sabrina and Angie to the size of super-trucks, stuffed full of cum.

Behind the two futanari, Nicky and Jen felt the hot air on their glistening cocks. Both Alene and Holly grew so big that their flowers were inaccessible to any cock shorter than 5 feet long.

Alene came down to see Holly, pulling herself together for round 3 with Sabrina. She wasn’t scared for Sabrina’s wellbeing, she just wanted to see what Holly was capable of.

“Wait, Holly,” Alene called out loud, hoping her voice would reach the red-haired futa.

The world Holly lived in consisted of her, Baby, and a womb filled with her cum. Her mind was set on draining any drop baby had to offer into the womb offered to her, the only thing stopping her was Baby’s inability to pump even more cum for the time being. Even with Baby’s temporary limitations, Holly steel felt hundreds of gallons of her baby butter flowing into the pussy and womb that struggled to contain her. She was about 6 tight feet inside Sabrina when Holly felt something strange.

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Derek was surprised by the news that his mother was having another child. It didn’t bother him much that Tom, the man his mother had married, was ten years her junior. It didn’t even bother him that his mother didn’t wait more than two years after his father’s death to make Tom her husband. What did bother him was that he was no longer “the baby.”

After the announcement, his mother rarely spoke of the child that was growing inside her and wreaking havoc on her moods. Instead, she focused their talks on his college studies, his plans for internships and if he would make it home for fall break. Luckily for Derek, the baby was born a week before fall break began. Tom had phoned him to let him know his mother was in labor, but she insisted that he remain at the university and not miss any of his classes.

Because his mother spoke little of the baby, he had no idea until he arrived at home for fall break that the tiny bundle he held for the first time was going to be such a lovely little girl. Her weight seemed almost nothing in his strong arms. She was a blind wriggling little thing that made him feel awkward and in awe at the same time. Derek handed his baby sister back to his mother. As he watched the two together he felt envy invade his body. The way his mother’s face softened and her voice rose to a sweet octave when she spoke to the baby girl made him feel ill. He turned his attention to Tom and engaged him in a conversation about the ball game set to air the following evening. It was an effort, but Derek was almost able to ignore the gentle caresses and soft kisses exchanged between his mother and sister.

“I apologize, Derek. I haven’t had the energy to cook. I’ve been unable to prepare your favorites.”

“It’s fine mother.” Derek said without turning to face her.

“No. It’s not.” In a small space of silence he felt her gaze. When his eyes met hers she said, “But I promise for Thanksgiving. No holds barred.”

“It’ll be quite a spread,” Tom said. He rose to his feet and took their child into his arms. The baby made a soft cooing sound at the agitation. Tom exited the room, leaving Derek and his mother alone for the first time since he had arrived.

Without the infant’s weight in her arms, his mother allowed herself to relax on the cushions of the sofa. The image of his mother had always been that of a young vibrant woman. She was girlish and fresh of face with sparkling hazel eyes. Looking at her now he saw her as haggard and aging. It made him feel sad to see the way sleep deprivation was taking their toll on her beautiful face.

It was uncomfortable, this new association they now had. Normally he’d be next to her on the couch engaging in an animated conversation about school and campus life well into the late night hours. Now Derek watched his mother’s lids grow heavy and her head bob from left to right as she fought with sleep.

“Mother.”

“Yes, Derek?”

“I’m going to go out for a while.” He walked over to the couch to stand over her. “Why don’t you lay down here and get some rest?”

“No. No. I wanted to talk with you. Catch up for a while.”

“We’ll have time for that. Here. Lie down.” He pulled the afghan from the back of the sofa and tented it over his mother’s body until she obeyed and stretched out. He covered her then tucked the edges of the afghan under her.

By the time he lowered his head to kiss her on the cheek, her eyes were already shut and her breathing was slow and even.

* * *

It was some time after three in the morning when Derek returned home. He slipped in through the kitchen door that let him in from the garage. Getting out of the house helped Derek’s mood a little bit. He caught up with some friends from the neighborhood. He allowed them to divert his attention from the strangeness that had befallen his childhood home. Derek hadn’t expected the arrival of a baby to change everything. There was no welcome home meal, the baby now occupied his old room and there wasn’t the warm comfort of his mother.

Derek made his way to the refrigerator, thinking that there might be some of his favorite ingredients for a sandwich there. A sliver of light from the baby’s room sliced down the dark hallway and caught his attention. He ignored his craving for a sandwich and walked down the hall, hoping his mother would be inside.

His mother was seated in the rocker with her feet up on an ottoman. She had apparently taken a shower sometime since his absence. Her brown hair was glossy and luxurious. It fell in soft waves, signifying a natural curl which he had inherited. Her legs were crossed at the ankles atop the ottoman but were covered completely by a fluffy turquoise robe. The fabric fell open at her naval to expose a very full breast at which his baby sister was nursing.

He stood in the doorway for a long moment and gazed at the pale flesh of his mother’s breast. He hadn’t taken notice of her breasts before, but then again they hadn’t been exposed in this casino siteleri way until now. Her breast was pale and full and tremendously larger than it had been when he’d left for school that summer. His eyes moved over the surface of that breast. He wanted to see more, more of that lovely breast that disappeared into a round apex inside his baby sister’s mouth.

“Derek.” His mother’s whisper startled him. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

Derek stepped into the doorway. His eyes fluttered from his mother’s face, to her breast, to the girly décor and back to her breast. “I used the garage. I didn’t want to wake…”

“Oh. She’s divine. She wakes to be fed and goes right to sleep.” His mother caressed the dark spiral of fine hairs on top of the baby’s head. “So unlike you at this age.”

“How so?” Derek felt offended at the comparison. He walked further into the room. The new point of view confirmed his mother’s breasts had tripled in size. His baby sister’s hungry mouth pulled greedily at the nipple and made the engorged flesh of his mother’s breast jostle a little with every suckle she made.

“You were so needy. You rarely slept when you were supposed to. After nursing, you would lie awake in my arms for several minutes looking up at me before falling to sleep.” Derek’s eyes met hers. “Oh, how I loved nursing you. It felt so good.” His mother’s gaze fell away to the floor before she went on to say, “Well, to build that connection with you early on was very important.”

“Probably the reason we’re so close now,” Derek said.

He took a seat on the floor across from his mother. He tried to not stare at her breast and her almost fully exposed cleavage inside the robe. It was difficult but he managed to keep his eyes at the bottom of his mother’s slippers until he heard an audible suck. He looked up to see his mother disengaging the baby from her breast with her index finger. Derek’s gaze fixed on the glistening surface of his mother’s nipple. The areola was a dusty pink and it spread wide across her breast. As he watched, its surface grew taunt, undoubtedly from the coolness of the room. He didn’t know how long he was looking. He didn’t know if his mother was allowing him to look, but eventually she pulled the collar of her robe closed and tucked it further into the sash.

Once the visual stimulation was gone Derek’s eyes floated up to his mother’s face. It was placid but a slight blush warmed her face from her cheeks to her forehead. Derek wondered if his attention had made her blush. If it did she didn’t acknowledge in any way. She stood slowly with the baby cradled against her shoulder.

“Would you like to burp her?”

“No thank you.”

Derek’s mother paced a small square in the bedroom. She hummed some unfamiliar tune all the while patting the new baby’s back. Derek leaned back on his hands, closed his eyes and listened to the pleasant resonating melody. His mind drifted back to his childhood. His parents remained married until his father’s death. Derek and his mother spent the majority of the time alone in the house while his father was away on business. They relied on each other and confided in one another. Their bond extended past the womb and Derek missed their connection deeply. Though he would never want harm to come to the baby, he had to admit to wishing his mother and Tom had gotten a dog instead.

“Looks like it’s all of our bedtimes.”

Derek worked to open his eyes then stood. “You’re right.”

When his mother finished tucking the baby into the crib he made his way toward her. She held her arms open to receive his hug which was tight and lingering.

“Good night, Derek darling,” she said with a kiss on his cheek.

“Good night, mother.”

In the guest bedroom, Derek looked down at the folded linens on top of the bare mattress with disgust. Instead of spending the time to make the bed properly, he snapped the flat sheet on top of the mattress and curled up under the comforter. The moonlight shone through the window. The sheer draperies prevented the room from being completely dark, the way Derek liked. He tossed and turned because of it, but it wasn’t the only reason he couldn’t fall asleep. The vision of his mother’s breasts materialized behind his closed lids. He saw first one breast, peeking out from her robe and then the other became fully exposed. His mother caressed it with her long delicate fingers. Derek rolled onto his stomach. He squeezed his eyes shut and he tried to bring more detail to his fantasy. He envisioned the way her breasts would look if they were pressed together and how both nipples would look glistening with saliva.

His pillow became the fullness of his mother’s bosom. He stroked his face against it. He breathed in deeply to inhale her familiar scent. The smell of her hair, along with the scent of her bath soap remained on him from their hug goodnight. Derek brushed his face back and forth against the pillow, seeking the soft fullness of each breast, slot oyna all the while he worked his erection into the mattress to ease a tension that had been building for weeks. The large milk filled rounds smothered his face and cut his breathing long enough for ecstasy to seize deep within his loins. A surge of pleasure flooded his body and left his boxers wet and sticky.

* * *

The next day Derek did what he could to avoid being in the same room with his mother. He volunteered to help Tom organize the things that were moved from his old room into the basement. They worked hard for a few hours before Derek’s mother called for them to come up for lunch. Despite the delicious aroma of his favorite casserole, he declined the invitation and kept working in the basement.

A small stack of boxes and plastic tubs were the final obstacles blocking a cleared path from the basement door to the farthest wall. Derek judged the weight of each box and container by restacking them on the floor. Their weight wasn’t overwhelming. He was able to lift all of them and carry them to a place alongside the Christmas decorations. Derek had almost placed the stack in its new location when the top box toppled over, spilling the contents across the basement floor.

He sat on the cold cement and scraped remnants of his childhood back into the box. There were Boy Scout patches, newspaper clippings and old report cards. He tucked them all neatly away. All that was left were some old muscle car magazines. He picked up the first handful of magazines. The cover slipped off one and out fell a March 2001 issue of Bazooms.

A sultry Ms. Alicia Kane stared up at him through false lashes. Her ample chest was running over the cups of her red corset while she leaned over the back of a railed chair. Her teased dark hair hid her backside which he remembered to be just as luscious as her breast. He flipped to the centerfold. Derek’s cock flinched with excitement. His mind reeled with every stolen moment he spent with Ms. Alicia Kane. There wasn’t a January and February issue. There weren’t any April to December issues either. Her sparkling hazel eyes and half dollar sized, dusty pink nipples were all he needed to covet. He flipped the page. Ms. Alicia Kane squeezed her large breasts together. Their fullness couldn’t be completely held back by her delicate fingers. He knew with clarity what was on the next page. The anticipation of seeing her groomed mons pricked the hairs on his arms. He turned the page slowly, teasing himself.

“Derek?” His mother called from the top of the stairs.

Hurriedly Derek stuffed the false cover on the magazine and threw it into the box.

“Are you still down here?” His mother descended the stairs.

Derek’s fingers fumbled with the slick covers of the other magazines. They fell from his grasp several times before he gained control and was able to slam them on top of the cherished Bazooms issue. Derek replaced the lid on the box in time for his mother to find him standing in the cold, dank basement with tiny beads of sweat on his upper lip and brow.

“Oh there you are.” She looked around and said, “You two have made quite a difference down here.” She gave Derek a pleased smile. He watched her beautiful hazel eyes twinkle. “You must be very…” His mother’s smile faded slowly as she took in the sight of her disheveled and aroused son.

Derek felt his heart and his cock throb in unison while he stood in the light of his mother’s praise. It was several seconds before a twinge of embarrassment commanded his arms to pick up the box of his childhood accomplishments and hold it in front of him.

His mother turned her shoulder to him and spoke, “You must be very hungry from all this strenuous work.”

“I think I have an appetite now.”

“Good. I’ll make you a plate.” His mother strode briskly to the stairs without looking back.

* * *

Derek’s mother mentioned that Tom had been called into work and wouldn’t return until the following evening. She relayed Tom’s apologies for not being home to send him off. Derek didn’t mind at all but said that he was regretful as well because it seemed like the appropriate thing to say. Inside, Derek was glad. He grew more content as he ate alone at the kitchen table while his mother tended to the baby. The atmosphere in the house had changed. It wasn’t what it was when he first arrived at home, but it wasn’t what it used to be either. Whatever it was the air was pleasing and it made Derek smile.

Derek helped his mother clean the kitchen and clear the dishes. They stood shoulder to shoulder at the sink. Derek’s mother washed and he rinsed. They worked in silence for a while. By the time they emptied the sink their banter flowed with an insouciant tone. Derek breathed easier when he saw that the glow was back on his mother face and her youthfulness sprang from her laughter.

Mother and son retired to the living room. They caught up. Derek allowed their sofa canlı casino siteleri to envelop him and the warmth of his mother’s attention to caress him. The two of them discussed what courses he should take the following semester and what dorm life was like.

“It’s nothing like the comforts of home,” Derek said.

She patted his knee then said, “Nothing is ever going to be.”

“But now with the baby…” Derek let his voice trail off. He wasn’t sure what he was planning to say. All he knew was that he didn’t want to spoil this moment by criticizing his mother for bringing yet another life into their world or even make her feel guilty for doing so.

“She’s a joy. Speaking of the baby, I’m going to need to feed her soon.” Derek’s mother touched the sides of her breasts and winced.

“Does it hurt?” Derek asked. He visualized in that quick moment that his mother’s breasts were quivering just a little as if they hadn’t been held back in her bra or covered ashamedly by the oversized button down shirt she wore.

“They are tender.”

“No. I mean…when you…”

“Nurse?”

“Yeah.”

Derek’s mother smiled then said, “At first, but the tenderness goes away and…well…” The blush that was on his mother’s face the night he beheld her bare breast crept up her face. “I guess it helps to massage them sometimes.”

Derek and his mother held each other’s gaze while she worked her right hand up her shirt and began to rub. Derek was captivated. A bolt of lightning could have struck in the middle of the living room and he would have remained captivated by the outline of his mother’s hand moving from her left breast to the right one.

Something took over his body. It was curiosity. It was dare. It was arousal. Whatever it was, it made him feel like his actions were not his own. He felt like he had stepped out of his body to watch himself, as if he and his mother were in a movie. It was a movie he had wanted to see so terribly bad for so many years that he didn’t want to stop himself. He didn’t sound like himself when he asked, “Mother, may I?” as he took hold of the bottom button of her shirt.

Without hesitation, Derek’s mother nodded. Derek worked quickly to open the buttons. Her chest and tops of her breasts were flushed bright pink. Her chest rose with her deep breaths. She did nothing to cover herself. She allowed Derek to gaze at her for as long as he liked. Derek’s mother moved her hands in seductive motions over her bra while he watched. Her delicate fingers traced the thick lace that completely covered her gorgeous mounds.

“Open it,” Derek mouthed, eyes transfixed.

With trembling hands Derek’s mother peeled down the covering of the bra cups. The sight she revealed made Derek’s throat go dry and his palms itch to touch her breasts. The triangular structure of the bra framed each exquisite breast as if it were being served on a tray. Derek reached for one. He let his hand hover over his mother’s left breast then he looked her in the eye for confirmation. He held his breath, afraid she would change her mind and terrified and thrilled that she wouldn’t. Derek’s mother’s lips parted slightly. She lifted her chest. Derek closed the space between his hand and her breast. The coolness of his skin met the heat of hers and they both shuddered.

Surging with delirium and excitement Derek explored his mother’s breasts. He satiated his curiosity taking note of their weight and their texture. Derek positioned himself closer to her breasts so that his face was inches from them. The heat of her body rose into his face along with her power fresh scent. Unable to control himself or even care if he had permission, he plunged his face into her cleavage. Derek’s mother took in a sharp breath. He nuzzled between her breasts. They became a cushiony wall on either side of his face, gently smashing his eyes closed. Unabashedly he licked the soft underside of her right breast. The soft feel of her skin on his tongue sent a shiver down his torso, spurring him to do the same to the left one. His mother squirmed under his touch. Derek knew that her breasts were tender and sensitive so he adjusted his fervor down but took an instant liking to her responsiveness.

It thrilled him to watch what kisses around her nipples did to her. He delighted in seeing her eyes drift closed when he rubbed his cheek on the soft well formed peaks of her breast. But it was when his mouth finally found their way to a nipple that they both went into another realm of discovery.

His mother’s nipples were the irresistible texture of rose petals. It was all he could do to keep from biting down into them. He lifted his head enough to stare down at them. Their dark blush color pleased him but their size made his cock pulse with the need to be stroked. Derek moved down to his knees on the floor and stretched his body between his mother’s legs. He gently urged her to continue to lie back so he could come to meet her breasts with his mouth. In slow succession he tasted her nipples. Each one received the languid attention of his wet tongue. Now and again he would look down at them to burn into his mind how his mother’s nipples looked with his saliva glistening on them.

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This is a sequel to my first story Ayisha’s Escapades Part 1, https://www..com/s/ayishas-escapades-pt-01. Ayisha is a Punjabi Pakistani Housewife on a sabbatical exploring her sexuality like never before. She’s married to Hassan, rich and handsome, with a past ‘history’ of homosexuality. She measures 32C-25-35. This series aims to illustrate her escapades.

Start:

Ayisha and Ali had absolutely nothing in common except for a deep attraction for each other’s bodies. As a result, their relationship developed around the strongest lust they had ever experienced for another individual. Ayisha’s knees grew weak every time she saw Ali’s firm penis and lean and chiseled muscular physique and Ali’s developed an instant hard-on every time he saw Ayisha’s exquisite curves, alluring eyes and flattering smile.

Ayisha and Ali seldom exchanged words. Ayisha had planned her mornings’ activities with Ali well before he arrived and young Ali complied obediently and left quietly after their encounters. They furiously fucked in every position and every spot in the house, but Ayisha’s matrimonial bed, surrounded by mirrors on three sides delivered ample stimulation to the couple as they watched their respective bodies entwined in heightened sexual ecstasy.

Ayisha rewards houseboy Ali:

The morning after their first encounter when Ali entered the house Ayisha wore a simple figure hugging lime green camisole and matching g string. Her nipples shone thru the fabric and Ali had an instant hard-on as Ayisha smiled at him coyly without a hint of embarrassment. This time Ayisha joined him in the bathroom as he showered washing his penis, gently lathering and stroking it as it hardened, while he stood there breathing heavily in anticipation of her next move.

Ayisha sat Ali with his back against the bed rest and his legs stretched out and stretched between his legs, on her stomach and began licking his left scrotum, while she gently gripped and stroked his rod, like Hassan had taught her in the first week of their marriage.

After gently sucking and licking his balls, Ayisha licked the length of his shaft up from his balls till the tip of his penis a few times, lubricating his shaft and inserting her tongue in his pee hole quickly, every time she got to the tip. Finally, she focused casino siteleri on his glistening cock head, her mouth engulfing it, while her tongue rapidly licked the skin just under the base of his cock head but above his shaft, all the while watching Ali’s face with her big eyes to measure his reactions

Ayisha was very aroused. Her inhibitions of being with Ali had disappeared and she was determined to ‘perform’ brilliantly for her lover. Her hands smoothly but firmly stroked Ali’s shaft using three fingers, while she licked that ever so erogenous spot under his cock head. Intermittently, Ayisha would suck the length of his shaft, gripping it gently between her lips, while her head bobbed up and down the length of his shaft, massaging it with her lips, ensuring her teeth stayed away from his skin for maximum stimulation.

Ali’s hands stretched out gripping the back of the bed rest while Ayisha serviced him orally. Ayisha figured Ali deserved to be rewarded for licking and fucking her the day before like Hassan’s never had. For Ali, the entire scene was tremendously stimulating.

As he looked down, he saw his cute Memsaab’s face sucking on his cock, while her camisole held her substantial breast together producing a deep cleavage that was very stimulating visually. As he lifted his gaze, the big oval mirror in front of him produced a titillating view of Ayisha’s curvy thirty-five-inch buttocks in nothing but her racy g string and shapely legs that compounded the stimulation. Ali was in sexual heaven and moaned intermittently acknowledging Ayisha’s blowjob and the heavenly sight that lay before him.

After fifteen minutes of oral stimulation, Ali let loose at least five bursts of cum straight into Ayisha’s mouth while she gripped his cock head firmly as he bucked raising his buttocks off the bed while Ayisha continued to stroke the length of his shaft firmly. Once Ali’s orgasm subsided, Ayisha swirled the warm and salty sperm in her mouth, swallowed them whole and smiled at Ali sexily.

Ali had never experienced an ejaculation that strong before and fell back on the bed rest, thoroughly satisfied. The village girls he fucked in his teens behind the village mosque during Friday prayers, while the entire village was immersed in spiritual bliss, had tried, but their slot oyna oral efforts were toothy at best and unstimulating. While Ayisha rinsed her mouth, Ali got up washed his penis and retired to wash the dishes.

When Ayisha was with Ali, her libido took hold of her senses as her inhibitions evaporated. Over time, she acted out all her fantasies, accumulated over the years and her recent time watching porn, that were considered taboo during her upbringing.

Her suppressed puberty was finally allowed to vent, as she explored her sexuality.

Her conscience and any guilt it manifested were thrust into a corner of her almirah with her Hijab and Abaya only to be donned when she interacted with her prudish community from Pakistan and their purist families.

Ayisha now sported a dual personality. By day, after Hassan left for office, Ayisha was a wanton slut, watching porn and fucking her Bangladeshi lovers 9 -inch member in wild abandon. In the evenings, when Hassan returned, she transformed into a genteel pious sweet housewife, with a moral compass that behooved a nun’s.

Where even hubby Hassan was forbidden:

One morning, as they lay on their sides watching each other naked in the massive mirror that stood adjacent to the bed, Ali fucked Ayisha with slow long strokes from behind, nibbling on her shoulder simultaneously. The fact that a man other than her husband eyed her body lustfully turned her on. The thrill of breaking that solemn vow, as a young teenage Muslim girl, of revealing her body to her husband only, thrilled and aroused her. So when Ali’s eyes roamed her curves with his ever so desperate eyes, Ayisha’s arousal intensified.

Ali hands cupped Ayisha’s 32 C boobs and pinched her nipples gently only to withdrew from her torso and grip and caress her voluptuous buttocks. Eventually having slapped and pinched her bums playfully, Ali began toying around her anus with his index and middle fingers while slowly pumping her pussy rhythmically.

In her delirious sexual stupor, Ayisha surrendered and reached for the lubricant her bed side drawer and generously lubed up Ali’s penis and her anus cautioning Ali to be ‘very very slowly’. Ali seized the opportunity and gently pushed against Ayisha’s anal opening a few times before lodging his knob into her canlı casino siteleri sphincter.

Ayisha grimaced in pain but her threshold was high. Sporadic lubing helped as Ali continued to push into her gently. Ali stayed surprisingly gently, even kissing her shoulder and her face from behind while he continued to thrust his cock deeper into her anus loosening her sphincter further.

Finally, half was into her arse Ali decided to pull out and re enter her asshole. Ali fucked her anus half way a few times till Ayisha’s ass stretched and relaxed getting used to Ali’s girth. Finally, Ayisha’s initial pain gave way to astonishment and pleasure as she realized how flexible she was and noticed the expression of sheer ecstasy on Ali’s face as he stroked his penis – now almost completely – through her ass, the tightest hole ever to have massaged his member.

Ali’s strokes gathered pace and he started pounding faster from behind with them still lying on their sides but looking deeply into each other’s eyes and moaning ecstatically. Ayisha played with her clitoris for additional stimulation and turned to look at the mirror to see an image that turned her on so frequently while she watched porn. Ali’s 9-inch shaft was now furiously pounding her ass while he kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples and Ayisha squealed in pain.

Ali didn’t last long given how tight Ayisha’s anus was and after 4 short minutes buried his cock deep insider Ayisha’s ass and came the hardest he had ever, releasing a massive load that filled Ayisha’s tract. The feeling of warm cum gushing into her anal extremities was unique and stimulated her to a first anal orgasm.

Ali held his cock in Ayisha’s asshole till his orgasm subsided completely and pulled out slowly. He kissed Ayisha deeply on her mouth, squeezed her breasts before he lifted himself off the bed, showered and went back to his chores.

Ayisha reflected on her first anal encounter. It wasn’t her husband’s cock that entered her rosebud and was far less painful than her cloistered girlfriends had told her about. Their experiences had bordered on rape and were horrific.

Ayisha looked at herself in her full-length mirror and for a moment felt smitten by Ali till the massive class divide jolted her back to reality. Ali was a black Bangladeshi servant and Ayisha was a fair skinned Punjabi damsel married into an affluent household in Islamabad.

Ayisha shrugged off her momentary infatuation showered and retired to the kitchen to cook for her husband.

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Natasha and Len were devastated when they got the news. The police officer had come to their door when Len was at work, so it was Natasha who took the blow first. She almost fainted and the officer had to help her into the lounge and on to the settee.

Her son Chris had crashed his car into a tree and the car had then bounced down an embankment.

“He’s alive,” said the officer, “But I’m afraid he’s rather badly injured. He’s in intensive care at the Royal City Hospital. Would you like me to take you there?”

Natasha accepted his offer but before leaving rang Len at work. Struggling to maintain a composed voice she simply said that Chris had had an accident in his car and was in hospital. When Len asked for details Natasha fended off his questions. She thought it better not to alarm Len too much, otherwise if he drove from work to the hospital knowing how bad things were, he might himself end up having an accident.

The police officer drove Natasha to the hospital where she was shortly joined by Len at Chris’ bedside in the intensive care ward.

Chris was still unconscious and the doctor told them they still had to investigate the full extent of his injuries. He tried to sound positive, but it became clear that he suspected the injuries to be severe.

From that day on there were seemingly endless tests and investigations. Chris came round and when he could speak said to his parents, “It’s strange, but I don’t seem to be able to feel anything from the neck down.”

Finally, after months of treatment, it was clear that Chris was now quadriplegic. Some sensation was restored to his fingers, but that was all. Chris was now faced with a lifetime of heavy dependence on other people.

One aspect of his condition had both positive and negative side. His brain was as alert as ever, and that was positive, but because of his unimpaired brain activity, he could recall what he had been before the accident, and this tormented him.

Chris had been one of those boys who seemed to have it all. Highly intelligent, a scintillating personality, popular with the girls, several of whom had surrendered their virginity to him, excellent at sport, in short, an outstanding achiever all round with a great future ahead of him. Now it had all come crashing down.

When Chris was finally told about his prognosis, he at first seemed to take it well, speaking philosophically about all the people in the world who suffered from similar problems, but this didn’t last. One day he announced to Natasha that he wanted to die, but no one would help him to die.

“I’m so bloody helpless,” he lamented, “I can’t even commit suicide.”

Natasha and Len shared his anguish and felt helpless in the face of it. This pain was increased when after months of being in hospital, they were faced with the choice of where Chris was to end up.

The choices came down to two possibilities. One was for Chris to be taken in to an auxiliary unit of the hospital that cared for what they called, “Totally incapacitated people”, or for Chris to come home.

They agonised over these choices, especially as they dearly wanted him to come home, but doubted their ability to care for him properly. On investigated they learned that the State Government provided some financial help for people in their situation, and this included having experts come into their house to set it up and equip it with what would be needed. In addition, a nurse would visit daily to help in the care of Chris.

Armed with all the information they could muster about the auxiliary unit and the possibility of his coming home, they put the situation to Chris. Without hesitation he opted for home.

So their house went through a storm of modifications to prepare it for Chris’ arrival.

Having some sensation in his hands Chris was able to use a somewhat sophisticated wheel chair with a joy stick that responded to his touch. Both Natasha and Len, but especially Natasha since she would be the principle carer, were given a course of training in what to do physically in the handling of Chris, and also some insights into dealing with his moods.

On the day of his arrival Chris arrived home in an ambulance and was carried in to his bedroom now laid out to allow for the manoeuvring of his wheelchair, as were other parts of the house, including the bathroom.

At first Chris seemed to come out of the depression that seemed to be constantly with him. He began to make plans for the future, announcing that he thought he could take a university course by correspondence and it would be great to have his parents and old friends around him again.

Sadly, and with the best will in the world, the old friends did call in at first, but most casino siteleri of them fell away. It was just too much bother to spend time visiting a cripple when the world was calling them. Gradually Chris descended into the gloom again.

Natasha’s devotion to her son was absolute. The nurse came in daily to help wash Chris and check on his condition, but it was left mainly to Natasha to deal with his other needs and wants. Len helped where he could, but as he was the main financial support, he was more limited in the time he could give.

One aspect of Chris’ condition oddly, had not been discussed by either the doctors or the people who had instructed them; Chris’ sexuality.

There seems to be a view that people like Chris no longer had sexual needs, or if they did, they ought not to. Whether or not he ought to, it became clear to Natasha that Chris did have sexual needs. This was evidenced when helping the nurse to move Chris from his bed to the wheel chair, and when changing the bed sheets, it was obvious that Chris was having seminal emissions.

The nurse, maintaining her professional stance, made no comment. It was only when Natasha quizzed her about it that she said, covering her embarrassment with a stern visage, “Oh yes, poor things, they still have sexual feelings,” and left it at that.

Natasha, herself having a very insistent libido, and still young enough to understand the sexual pressures of youth, was troubled by the lack of fulfilment Chris must be suffering. This, she felt, would be especially painful for her son since he would still be able to recall that girls who had once been so free with their bodies, but who now came nowhere near him.

The situation became even more poignant when during the times Natasha gave Chris a bit of a clean up, he would start to get erections. Self-conscious by his unbidden arousal, he went so far as to apologise to her saying, “Sorry mum, it’s about the only thing that still seems to work properly.”

Natasha tried to smooth over his embarrassment saying rather lamely, “It’s all right, darling, it’s perfectly natural,” and nothing more was said, but the erections continued whenever she had reason to touch his body and especially his genitals.

She thought she would let Chris managed with the wash the nurse gave him, but soon realised that Chris did need to be given a further if less thorough washes at least a couple of times a day in addition. The emission of semen and the erections began to trouble her, and she discussed it with Len.

He too realised that for Chris to undergo a lifetime of sexual deprivation was painful for the boy, but he could come up with no solutions.

They discussed the possibility of hiring a prostitute to come in and service Chris once a week, or perhaps he could be taken to a brothel to gain some relief, but when the idea was put to Chris he rejected it, saying he wasn’t going put his “cock in some slut’s cunt” that had probably had half dozen other cocks in it that day.

So the matter rested for a while, with the involuntary emissions and the erections continuing.

While Chris could use his hands in a very limited way, he was unable to use his arms. When he was manoeuvred into his wheel char his hands had to be lifter up to the control joystick. So at one stage Natasha thought she might lift Chris’ hands to his penis so that he could masturbate. On consideration she decided against this because the control of his hands was so limited he might end up achieving nothing and being more frustrated than ever.

It was one afternoon when she was giving Chris a brief wash and he produced a clearly throbbing erection with viscous discharge oozing out of his urethra, that Natasha took the plunge. At the risk of disgusting her son she very tentatively took hold of his penis and began to fondle it with her hand, waiting to see what reaction she would get.

She could see why the girls had been so forthcoming with their favours in the days before his accident; Chris had a fine display of manhood, and letting her fingers drift over his testicles she could feel the pressure of his stored up frustration.

Chris groaned as she fondled him; “Oh mum…mum…you don’t know…”

“I do darling,” she said softly, “is it all right if I help you?”

“Oh mum, would you…please…?”

Natasha took hold of his foreskin and began to move it with ever increasing speed over his crown.

Chris began to groan and quickly sperm fountained out of him in a massive ejection that was followed by seemingly endless surges. When the last drops had seeped out of him he sighed and said, “That was so good, mum…thank you…thank you…”

Natasha cleaned up the semen that had splattered widely over slot oyna his body and her hand, and as she did said, “I’ll do that for you every day darling, if you want me to.”

“Oh yes, mum, please.”

So it became a daily event in Natasha’s life to masturbate Chris. Rather than risk an argument or even a row, she said nothing to Len, and certainly Chris told him nothing of her activity with him.

One thing that Natasha discovered was that if she was to keep Chris fully satisfied, she needed to masturbate him twice and sometimes three times a day. This intimate involvement with her son, however, began to have an unlooked for effect on Natasha.

The sheer anguish and delight her son experienced from her touch and masturbating began to arouse her. Several times she nearly orgasmed as Chris spurted out his semen, and herself a very passionate woman, she lusted for him to put that seed into her.

She had always had a very strong bond with Chris, and his dependence on her and his need for her ministrations drew her even closer to him. It was a deep love she felt, and although it gave her times of guilt, she had to acknowledge that it was a love even deeper than she felt for Len.

To add to her difficulties, it became clear that Chris’ arousal was not for some abstract figure, but was focused specifically on her. Her own son wanted her and she had reached the point where she urgently wanted him.

Now, as she masturbated him she felt the wetness between her thighs and the hardening of her nipples. She knew she had to either stop the masturbating or give her body to Chris.

It was no longer a question of Chris getting an erection when she washed or touched him; her very presence seemed to arouse him and he would ask her to masturbate him. Confused as to what she should do, one day she began to masturbate him, but then on the spur of the moment, and almost before she realised what she was doing, she took the crown of his penis into her mouth.

Chris cried out, “Oh mum…mum…” and almost instantly discharged into her mouth. Natasha swallowed hard but the juice ran out of the corners of her mouth and down his till pumping shaft to ooze over his groin.

When he had finished they were both in a mess, and Natasha fled to the bathroom to wash her mouth out, to return with a bowl water and wash cloth to clean Chris.

Chris watched her with something like fire in his eyes and said, “That was a beautiful thing to do, mum.”

As Natasha washed Chris’ penis and groin he began to get another erection. Natasha, almost stretched to the breaking point of her self-restraint, yielded. She tore off her clothes and sitting across Chris she inserted his penis into her vagina.

When he penetrated her Chris moaned aloud a wordless cry. As she worked up and down on his shaft Natasha panted with ecstasy; not only was it the feel of a full manhood in her, but that manhood was her son’s, her beloved son.

She should have done this before; should have given him her body in compassion, but now she was not only giving, but taking. She wanted him, oh God how she wanted him; wanted him as she had never wanted a man before.

She thrust up and down on him making him cry out ever more loudly, and she herself was soon weeping as an excruciating orgasm took control of her. She had no will to do anything but continue to move and let her climax torment her as it wished, for it seemed both part of her yet at the same time a selfish self-wiledl power that was beyond her command.

She felt sperm shooting in to her, striving for her womb, seeking to fertilise. All the primeval force of the desire to procreate seemed to take her in its grasp, and she thrust down to dig Chris ever more deeply into her.

At the very pinnacle of her delicious agony she gave a wailing outcry and then began the gasping climb down from the heights.

With the last convulsion she drooped over Chris, tears coursing down her cheeks, her breathing laboured.

Chris had finished well before she had completed the cycle of her orgasm and lay replete staring at her as his penis slackened within her seed filled vagina.

It might have been expected that words would be spoken, but both were silent, almost incredulous that this had happened between them.

Natasha disengaged herself from Chris and softly kissing him on the lips, departed once more for the bathroom, there to regretfully remove his sperm. When she returned to the bedroom it was to once more wash Chris’ genitals, and she gently cleansed them he said, “I love you mother.” “I know you do, darling,” she breathed.

Her thoughts ran on; “He is all mine. It’s as if he is my baby again, and I can give or withhold. He is utterly canlı casino siteleri dependent on me to give my body to him, or deny it. But as when he was a baby I gave my breast to him in love, so I shall give my body now in love. I fed him long ago with my milk to sate his hunger; I shall feed him now for another hunger.”

And hungry he was. It seemed that the more he had of Natasha the more he wanted. He never asked her to copulate with him, but Natasha took her cue from his erections. There were limits set by his incapacity to the positions they could adopt, the only viable one if he was to penetrate her was when she sat across him.

She still occasionally masturbated him and often gave him oral sex, but the one other thing that was distinctly possible she had never sought to do, until one day it was asked for by Chris.

Natasha was sitting across Chris slowly sliding her vulva back and forth over his shaft, delaying penetration. Chris said, “Mum, I love your smell.”

“What smell is that, darling?” Natasha asked a little disconcerted that she might be suffering from body odour.

“Your sex smell,” he said. “You know, when you’re all wet and sexy.”

“You mean my vaginal smell?”

“Yes.”

“I didn’t think it was all that noticeable, darling.”

“It is when you’re all worked up like now.”

“And you like it?”

“I love it.”

Natasha was somewhat relieved because she knew that a lot of men disliked vaginal odour.

“Mum,” Chris went on, “Would you let me taste you?”

“You mean you want me to put my…?”

“If it’s okay with you, mum.”

“But darling, I’m soaking wet with lubricant.”

“Good, that’s what I want.”

Len after Natasha had asked him to give her oral sex had always been an anti female odour and taste fanatic. To have her son actually ask to be allowed to do it was to work Natasha up to an even higher pitch of excitement.

“I’ll just let you do it for a minute, darling, because you might not like it.”

She moved up and positioned her sex organ over Chris’ mouth, and gently lowered it to touch his lips. She felt his tongue move over her outer lips, and as this continued she placed her fingers on the lips and parted them to let the tongue lick her inner lips and penetrate her vagina.

She knew that Chris must have been getting soaked because she could feel her fluid discharge increasing, so she withdrew from him.

Chris’ face was certainly soaked, but he pleaded, “Please mum, don’t go away.”

“You like it?” she asked.

“Love it,” he said. “You smell and taste fantastic.”

She lowered herself on to him again, but after a while moved so that his tongue was licking her clitoris.

The shockwaves came and she clutched his head to her crying out, “Darling…darling…oh my love…”as she lubricated even more copiously.”

She could not see his penis but suddenly he started to make muffled sounds like, “Mmm…mmm…mmm…” She knew he must be ejaculating inspired by the sheer joy he was getting from the oral sex he was giving her.

When they had finished she said, “Was it that good, darling?”

He didn’t answer her directly but said, “You will let me do that to you again, won’t you?”

“Of course, my love, any time you want, but it couldn’t have been very satisfactory, ejaculating like that.”

“It just happened,” he said, “I guess I was so worked up tasting and smelling you.”

“I’ve made a terrible mess of you,” Natasha laughed. “I suppose I ought to clean it up. With that she bent and kissed him and then began licking her own fluids from his face. “If he likes my taste, perhaps I might.” She did.

This process brought on another erection and having branched out, as it were, she decided on another adventure with him. She let her breasts swing over his erect shaft and then lowering them she squeezed them against his length.

As best she could she moved him up and down in her breasts and after a few minutes of this stimulation, it worked. His warm sperm shot out between her breasts, the viscous fluid dripping back onto his lower belly and groin as he groaned with delight.

That seemed to leave Chris temporarily satisfied, but just as he now seemed to be unable to get enough of Natasha, she could not get enough of him. She was now servicing two men, and still she could have taken more. With Len it was a couple of times a week; with Chris at least every day and often twice a day or more.

It is correctly said that the only one hundred percent method of contraception is total abstinence from sex. Certainly in Natasha’s case the contraceptive pill she used let her down. She became pregnant.

As I write she is six months into her pregnancy and doesn’t know whose little spermatozoon battled through her defences to fertilise her egg. She never intends to find out, but hopes it might be Chris, so that he could have yet another thing he never thought he would be able to achieve.

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Justin awoke slowly around nine, pulled out of sleep by the smell and sizzle of bacon being cooked. He sat up slowly, wincing, and pushed his hair away from his face. As he stretched his arms above his head Fairfax walked through the door, still in his underwear.

“Good morning, sunshine.” He smirked. “Stretching…you’re like a cat.” He approached, sitting down on the bed next to Justin. “And how are we feeling this morning, hm?”

“Sore. Obviously.” He shrugged. “Fine otherwise.”

Fairfax nodded. “Figured you’d be sore still – that one bloke was alarmingly large, wasn’t he? You were bleeding a bit.”

Justin winced again in memory. “Aye.”

“Well, I’ve got some good news for you.”

Justin snorted a little, skeptical. “What’s that, then?”

“These last two weeks, I won’t be giving them anything to hit you with. They’ll just have their hands and the rope.”

Justin blinked in honest surprise. “Really? What brought that on?”

Fairfax grinned, playfully tousling Justin’s already-rumpled hair. “I guess you could call it an experiment.”

Justin arched an eyebrow and just stared at his superior for a moment, afraid to ask what that could mean.

“I thought maybe if you weren’t hurting so much, you might be able to start enjoying it.”

Justin looked repulsed. “ENJOY it?! Are you kidding me?”

“Don’t you remember what happened in the bath yesterday? You came rather hard, as I recall. And there’s nothing my finger could reach that their cocks can’t.”

Justin cringed, put off by the warden’s casual treatment of the subject. He struggled to contradict him. “But that was…different…”

“Well, you weren’t sore beforehand. But I’m betting that without the implements lying around, they won’t even think to spank you. They’ll just want to fuck you.”

“It’s still…not the same…”

Fairfax reached over, placing a hand on Justin’s knee gently and drawing closer to him. “Isn’t it? What’s so different?”

Justin blushed hotly, growing flustered. “Those men…I don’t know them…”

The warden moved his hand slowly up to Justin’s thigh, speaking close to his ear. “Oh? So you don’t mind so much when it’s me, is that it?”

Justin blushed even more, but didn’t draw away. “I… I don’t…” He wanted to say something to conceal his feelings, but the words wouldn’t come. Fairfax was stroking his inner thigh now, gently. Justin gasped, willing himself not to become aroused. But it was useless.

Fairfax chuckled, putting an arm around Justin and pulling him down onto the bed, stretching out to lie alongside him. “You’re so cute.”

Justin stammered. “S-sir… don’t… breakfast will get cold…”

Fairfax brushed Justin’s hair aside and kissed his neck. “Never mind that. I already ate. I’ll make more for you later.” His hand slipped down to the waistband of Justin’s underpants.

“But… I’m still hurting…”

“Shh. I won’t hurt you.” He gently tugged the younger man’s underwear down, being careful when drawing the fabric over his injured backside. He pushed his own underpants down to his thighs, pressing closer to Justin, who was still blushing intensely, eyes closed. He reached down and pressed his own hardening cock against Justin’s, wrapping his fingers around both of them. Justin gasped and whimpered. “S-sir…what are you…”

Fairfax chuckled. “You don’t have to call me ‘sir’ in my own bed.” He kissed Justin on the lips then, still moving his hand up and down insistently. Both were now fully erect. After kissing the boy deeply, he spoke again. “Say my name. My first name.” Justin panted, his hips arching against the older man’s, his throbbing arousal growing slick with moisture. “An… Andrew…” The name felt foreign – he had never used it. Fairfax kissed his forehead. “That’s good, Justin… good boy… you’re beautiful.” He panted against Justin’s neck, nibbling and sucking at the skin. His hand moved faster, and he ran his thumb over the heads of their cocks, both dripping now.

Justin whimpered at a higher pitch, his slender legs trembling. Fairfax slid a leg between Justin’s, entangling them as he continued stroking, both of them gasping and trembling as they drew close to climax. Justin came first, clutching at his superior’s shoulder, head against his chest. His desperate cries drove Fairfax over the edge, and he soon slumped against the younger man, wiping his hand on the sheets before reaching up to embrace him, holding him close as both of them slowly relaxed. Justin made no moves to pull away but stayed snuggled close. Their chests pressed against each other, they could each feel the other’s heartbeat as they gradually slowed. When Fairfax finally opened his eyes, Justin was looking at him with a strange expression – slightly curious, slightly sad.

Fairfax reached out to stroke his hair. “What’s wrong?” Justin lowered his eyes, looking almost ashamed. “I just… don’t know what this all means…”

The warden looked confused. “What it means?”

“I just don’t know… I mean… is this part of my punishment? To make me feel like this with you, and then… casino siteleri for things to just go back to the way they were?”

Fairfax blinked, then squeezed Justin close, kissing the top of his head. “No, no, sweetheart, no. I wouldn’t do that to you.” When he drew back, Justin was looking at him intently. “Then… do you mean to say… that you care for me?”

Fairfax smiled and stroked Justin’s hair some more. “I do. I have… for a long time now. But I didn’t want to frighten you. When I learned what you’d done… I had to do something to punish you, but I also thought perhaps it’d give me an excuse to, well, test you a bit. To see if it were possible you might be able to feel something for me in return.”

Justin bit his lip, gazing at Andrew with wide eyes for a moment before speaking again. “I… I do… but… what can this possibly lead to? You’ll get married some day, won’t you?”

Fairfax chuckled. “I have no intention to marry. There’s no law saying I must.”

Justin still looked concerned. “I just don’t know… it’s all so sudden… nothing like this has ever happened to me before.” It was true. Justin had never even faced the idea that he might be homosexual, even though he’d long wondered why women held no particular attraction for him. He’d almost started to believe he was not interested in sexual relationships at all. Like any healthy young man, he masturbated frequently enough, but it was a purely physical urge that wasn’t connected to any specific fantasies or images in his mind. That is, until recently.

The warden smiled and tousled Justin’s hair again. “I don’t mean to pressure you. And I’m not saying you have to sleep with me to keep your job – you’re taking your punishment, and in two weeks it’ll be over and you’ll be forgiven. But…” He smirked. “You did seem to rather enjoy that.”

Justin nodded meekly, still flushed. “I just need time to think.”

Fairfax nodded and sat up. “Of course. Why don’t you get dressed now and come to the kitchen? I’ll fry up some more breakfast for you.” He stood and walked out, leaving Justin alone in the room.

Justin cleaned himself up and dressed in yesterday’s clothes before joining Fairfax in the kitchen. He was cooking bacon and eggs, and some toast was already on a plate. “I have some tea brewed, if you like.” Justin nodded and poured some for himself. “Why don’t you have any servants?” Justin himself couldn’t afford them, but he knew the Warden’s salary greatly outstripped his own. The older man shrugged.

“I grew up poor, so we never had them. I grew used to doing things for myself. I don’t particularly like the idea of someone standing around waiting on my orders – I like my privacy.” He grinned. “You’re the closest thing to a servant I’ve ever had.” Justin laughed quietly. “But you’re the one cooking for me right now.” Fairfax chuckled as he set a plate of food in front of Justin and sat down across from him at the table. “True. But I have no firsthand knowledge of your culinary expertise.”

Justin smiled. “I can manage to feed myself… but I’m no chef. This looks good, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Fairfax was silent for a little while as Justin ate, but eventually he spoke up again. “I do have a question for you…”

Justin looked up, blinking. “What’s that?”

Fairfax fixed him with a serious gaze. “Why did you do it? I know you don’t get paid terribly well, but were you that badly off?”

Justin looked uneasy, lowering his eyes. “Well, no. I can provide for myself perfectly well… but I wanted to save up for something. It’s silly of me really, childish…”

Fairfax tilted his head, still looking at the younger man intently. “What is it?”

Justin sighed. “Well, my family… we used to be – not quite wealthy, but well off. We employed two servants and had a fine townhouse with our own attached carriage house…”

Fairfax looked surprised. “Whatever happened?” He knew the son of a relatively upper class family such as Justin described would not ordinarily end up working in a prison, save as the warden – and even that was unlikely.

“My father had family money and didn’t need to work, but he liked to gamble. My mother and I never knew how much… for a long time his luck was so good. Our wealth only increased, or so it seemed. We didn’t know the house was heavily mortgaged. Many of our possessions were bought on store accounts – credit the merchants extended because they believed they would be paid. When I was sixteen, his luck turned. People started coming to repossess the furniture, and the truth came out. But we still thought the house was safe. My father said he’d stop the gambling and even go to work if he needed to. But then one night the police came to the house. Father had been shot and killed in an argument with a man he owed a great deal of money to.”

Fairfax, listening, winced. “Christ, how awful…”

“Things got worse quickly after that. We lost the house, more furniture, almost everything. My mother had some belongings that she was able to sell to get us enough money to rent a small flat. But it was hard slot oyna on her. We both started working – I became a waiter at a restaurant and she took in washing and sewing. But I suppose a combination of the shock and hard work was too much for her. She died a year and a half after we moved. I was eighteen then.”

Fairfax gave Justin a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry. I had no idea.”

Justin shrugged and smiled weakly. “It’s not something I really talk about. I kept working, became headwaiter eventually and did my best to educate myself, and got the secretarial position…and a slightly nicer flat.” He sighed. “But I got consumed with the idea of buying back the house I grew up in. Like I said, it’s foolish – trying to hold on to the past. I doubt I’d even have managed to save enough, with prices rising as I tried to put money away…and I was behaving no better than my father.” He lowered his eyes. “I know I deserve what I’m getting. And probably worse.”

Fairfax reached across the table and patted Justin’s hand. “No, no… what you did was wrong, yes, but you don’t deserve anything more. And I think what your father did – endangering the well-being of a wife and child – was somewhat worse than taking money a little at a time from criminals.”

Justin shrugged slightly. “But they have families too. Innocent families, often enough.”

Fairfax nodded shortly. “That’s true. But you’ve hardly taken away everything they have. You went about things the wrong way… but your wishes are understandable. I can’t really imagine what it’s like to lose your status and your family all at once. Things have only gone uphill for me.”

Justin just shrugged and sighed. “I’d be best off just forgetting about it. It’s not as if I’m so badly off now.”

“Perhaps…” the warden said, but he grew quiet and thoughtful. After breakfast, Justin thanked his superior and told him he’d best be getting home. He walked the whole way, still sore but distracted by his spinning thoughts.

—

Once again Friday seemed to come too soon. Though now, Justin was aware of a growing new feeling underneath his usual fear and discomfort – as much as he dreaded the weekly punishment from the inmates, he also felt an uneasy anticipation, curiosity as to how the warden would treat him beforehand and afterward. Would there be any “preparations” this week? Would he wake up in Fairfax’s bed again tomorrow morning? He realised, with a strange feeling in his stomach, that he rather wanted to. By four o’clock he was on edge, and when Fairfax opened his door around 4:45 he jumped a little in his seat, looking up with eyes wide. Fairfax smiled. “Come, Justin. I want to spend a few minutes with you first.” As had become typical, he led Justin down the hall with a gentle arm around his shoulders – a gesture Justin had once found out of place, but now found comfortable and reassuring.

They went to the usual room in the infirmary, and Fairfax backed Justin up against a wall, smiling at him. “I’m just going to prepare you a little – see if it makes a difference.”

Justin raised his eyebrows. “H-how, sir?”

Fairfax just kept grinning, and moved a hand to Justin’s crotch, palming him through his trousers. Justin cried out in surprise. Fairfax silenced him with a kiss as his hands unbuckled Justin’s belt and opened his trousers. He reached into the younger man’s shorts, fondling him gently but insistently until he was fully erect. He withdrew his right hand and looked into Justin’s eyes as he sucked on two fingers, seeing the realization dawn on his face. “If you’re turned on at the start, maybe it won’t be so bad for you.”

He reached down into Justin’s shorts again, slipping his fingers between his cheeks as he pressed close to him. Justin gasped as the first slick finger worked its way inside him, and meanwhile Fairfax kept stroking him with his other hand, causing precum to seep into the fabric of his underpants. Another finger slid inside, and Justin whimpered as that spot inside him was stimulated again. His hips arched forward helplessly and he trembled, and Fairfax chuckled. Suddenly the fingers slid out of him, and Fairfax pushed his stubbornly erect cock down to refasten his trousers and belt. Justin blinked up at him, flustered and confused.

“What, did you think I’d let you come? No, no, that’s their job. Let’s go now.” Justin followed Fairfax into the hall and down to the room where the prisoners and guards waited, blushing hotly at the idea of how he must look, flushed and aroused with his erection pressing urgently against the fabric of his trousers. He kept his eyes closed most of the time as Fairfax introduced him and went over the rules as usual, only opening them once the man left his side. The men were hooting and laughing at him, and a tall, young prisoner grabbed Justin by the hair and roughly groped him, exclaiming “He’s rock hard, the little pervert!” He was pushed up against a wall, and the young man unbuckled his belt and shoved his trousers down to his knees. The prisoner reached out to grease his fingers with petroleum, and abruptly shoved two at once into Justin’s entrance, canlı casino siteleri making him cry out in surprise. “Little slut. That’s not enough for you, is it? You cock-hungry little whore.” He hissed the words into Justin’s ear, then bit his shoulder hard enough to bruise as he shoved the fingers into him harder, as if he was trying to hollow out a place inside of him.

Then they were abruptly yanked out, and the prisoner’s hands spread his cheeks, slamming his hips against the wall. Then the man thrust into him all at once, filling and stretching him so suddenly that he cried out again in pain. But he had lubricated himself and Justin well, and he was not so large that the pain was overwhelming. Before long, Justin was whimpering for another reason entirely – this man was pressing up against that same place Fairfax had been stroking him, only he was shoving against it with the full force of his hips, quickly and very hard. The man fucking him wasn’t touching his cock at all, but still he was pushed closer and closer to orgasm by the rapid thrusting. Finally his legs went stiff and he cried out helplessly, face red with shame, as he released against the wall. He could hear the men laughing and talking, but his senses were so overwhelmed that he didn’t comprehend any of their words.

The relentless pounding against his arse ceased, and he was pushed down on his knees. Another prisoner grabbed him roughly by his hair and shoved his face against his crotch. He could feel the man’s erection against his face through the fabric of his trousers. “Pull it out and suck, whore. And if I feel any teeth you’ll be sorry.” Justin reached up with trembling hands, undoing the prisoner’s trousers and pulling his cock out carefully. He looked up pitifully, his eyes teary. “I’ve… never done this before…” The man snorted at him. “Hard for me to believe that. Even if it’s true, it ought to come natural. Just suck it, slut.” Justin lowered his head with a whimper and took the erect organ into his mouth, fighting the urge to gag and sucking softly. Before long the man had both hands in Justin’s hair, yanking his head back and forth and causing his eyes to tear up. When the salty liquid rushed into his mouth, Justin couldn’t help coughing a little as he pulled his mouth away. The man slapped his face, hard enough to hurt but not enough to leave a lasting mark. “Finish cleaning me up, you worthless little whore.” Justin licked him clean carefully, tears streaming down his face. He was scarcely finished before he was dragged to the cot and dumped onto it face down, legs rudely spread and ankles tied.

Someone straddled his back, laughing. Suddenly his bottom was smacked hard with a large, calloused hand, and Justin whimpered. Apparently Fairfax had been wrong about them not wanting to spank him this time. The hand descended again and again, making Justin’s hips jerk against the cot, and he felt the seed of the man who’d fucked him trickle from between his legs. The man hitting him laughed harder. “Oh, all the cum’s leaking out of you, poor little whore. Don’t worry, once you’re empty we’ll fill you up again.” He paused and roughly groped Justin’s aching cheeks with both hands. “What a lovely little pink arse…it’ll feel so much better around my cock once it’s nice and hot.” He began spanking him again, three vicious smacks to one side, then the other, over and over until Justin was sobbing helplessly. He almost didn’t notice when the blows ceased and the man shoved his way inside, until he began to yank cruelly at his hair as he rode him, thrusting so hard that Justin felt his hips would dislocate.

Another prisoner walked up to the cot and undid his pants, shoving himself at Justin’s face. He was forced to suck one man while being mounted by another, and at some point the one fucking him finished and invited another to take his place. Semen flooded his mouth again, and around the same time the man on top of him cried out with pleasure as he emptied inside him. He heard Fairfax’s voice, and then the men were leaving – leaving him a wreck on the cot, wiping at his mouth and still sobbing as he tried to tighten his entrance so he’d no longer feel that sickening sensation of the mens’ fluids seeping from his body.

Then Fairfax was sitting down next to him, carefully wrapping him up in a blanket and taking him into his arms. He felt a kiss to the top of his head as he was lifted and carried down the hall, back to the usual room. He was laid gently face down on a cot, and the warden tended to him with warm, moist cloths, wiping him clean. He whimpered a mild protest as Fairfax wiped a soft cloth between his legs and slipped a finger inside him, but the older man shushed him and stroked his hair. “I’m just trying to get you clean, Justin – I know you don’t like feeling that inside you.” Before long he was helping him into his clothes, getting him a drink of water, and then he sat in a chair and pulled Justin into his lap, holding him close as he brushed his hair. Justin snuggled into the warden’s embrace, kittenlike, overcoming his embarrassment in his desire for comfort. Fairfax pulled his hair back from his face, tying it with the same ribbon that had held it back earlier, and picked him up again, carrying him out to the waiting carriage. Justin kept his eyes closed as he spoke quietly. “Can I… come stay with you again?”

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I dreamt of the caged girl. Of her calm acceptance of me.

I dreamt of her big, brown eyes and her full lips. Her tan skin and short, wavy hair. She looked so bored  when I came into the tent. I watched as she hungrily took in the scene going on next to her; another girl in another cage being taken brutally. I watched, too. It made my dick hard, made me want to fuck her.

With her on her knees before me, and just a few inches and metal bars between us, I was so nervous that she’d take one look at the cock strapped to my hips and back away in repulsion.

But she didn’t.

It was so sweet to fuck someone who didn’t care if my dick was an attachment. She didn’t mock me, she didn’t shun me. She called me “sir.”

When I woke, my pillow was still damp with the sorrow of the previous night. My throat was dry and my eyes burned.

I sat up and pulled the binder off, my head swimming with her memory. Sometime in the night, I’d removed the harness and discarded it. After a little searching, I located it under the bed. I took the dildo with me into the bathroom and cleaned it in the sink before turning on the shower and climbing in. I was thinking of nothing; focusing on Nothing, concentrating on NOTHING. Stop thinking about her, stop being so damn wistful.

The hot water felt amazing. I scrubbed my scalp with shampoo and rubbed soap over my body, all of my mind power going into the simple task of getting clean.

Not even NOTHING could keep the caged girl out of my head. My heart ached with the rejection fresh from the night before, and I blamed that for the lingering of my mind on a moment of peace I’d known. As I got out of the tub and toweled dry, and as I dressed slowly, building my man’s body in layers, I couldn’t rid my mind of her.

I didn’t feel dirty. I wasn’t ashamed. Men used the tents regularly—the slaves inside were used however they saw fit. I knew that sex was the simplest of things that could happen to them. I’d heard rumors that some men go in there to kill, when a rage is on them. I knew slaves had to endure torture. Mutilation. That if a slave wasn’t used, it wasn’t fed.

Born a different class, I was not used to thinking of slaves as other human beings. They were treated like animals. Sometimes less than animals. I supposed that the slave just accepted what I was because I was just another dick in a long line of dicks. It was probably true, but I had to admit to myself that she still had the choice to recoil, to sneer in disgust. But, not only did she accept me rather smoothly, but she also…

…her cool fingertips slid beneath my harness, touching me… there…

I licked my suddenly-dry lips, steering my thoughts elsewhere. I was starting to–

Anyway, I had work to do. I flipped on the light in my office and the low hum of fluorescent bulbs helped to put me into working mode. As I slid into the swivel chair and looked down at the drafts of blueprints for a boring skyscraper, I turned my emotional mind off and let my logical brain scan over it, looking for faults, looking for holes. The way the eraser warmed in my fingers as I rubbed, the sound of the pencil scratching over paper; these were real, these were necessary, these were home.

Not the girl in the cage.

When I looked up at the clock, hours had passed. I’d gotten lost in the intricate lines, the fine delicacy that is the skeleton of a building. I stood up and stretched and my casino siteleri back popped. I needed to take a walk, get a bite to eat. Do normal things.

I grabbed my keys, pulled on a coat and reached for my hat, but the peg on the coat stand was empty. I felt a tug in my heart when I remembered that it was gone and I probably wasn’t going to get it back.

I turned away from those thoughts and those bruised feelings and, trusting that my hair wasn’t too messy, made my way out of the apartment building. The air was brisk, with a breeze. Winter was clinging late onto the beginnings of spring, and the heavy clouds above belied more snow. I pulled my coat around myself and kept an eye open for a food stand. I could smell them already—it was late lunchtime, so the vendors had been cooking for awhile. Pizza, hot dogs, cheese steak subs. The scents were making my mouth water and my stomach growled in anticipation.

I was waiting in line when I saw her. No—I didn’t see her. I smelled her, first. They say scent is the strongest form of memory and it didn’t take a lot to wrench me back to the previous night, the night I was working to forget. My head turned to look at her before I could catch myself and I caught her brilliant eyes, the back-lit green. As soon as she saw me, her eyes narrowed in recognition and…

“What are you doing here?” Ashleigh asked.

My palms were sweaty. I rubbed them on my slacks, willing my nerves to settle. “Getting food,” I said. “Isn’t it obvious?”

I noticed with a sick feeling that the food cart was across the street from her apartment building. I was terrified she’d make a scene. Instead, she shook out her red hair and made a soft noise before crossing the street and sashaying up the stairs into her building.

Later, cradling a greasy tin-foil wrapped snack, I stood in the shade of the towering building she’d entered. I wondered, masochistically, if I could remember which apartment was hers, and if she’d answer the door if I knocked. My curiosity was, I told myself, piqued because I left my hat up there last night and I’d like to retrieve it. Not because I wanted to see her. Definitely not.

I finished my lunch and tossed the garbage in a can. I ran my fingers nervously through my hair, chewing my bottom lip. It’s go or go in, I told myself.

I climbed the stairs and pushed open the glass doors to the apartment building. The barely conditioned air chilled me, made me pause. I looked down the hallway, down the carpeted stairs, and up the stairwell to the second floor. I couldn’t even remember if she lived upstairs or down. I lingered there in the parlor for several moments, trying desperately to remember, just a hint, but my mind was drawing a blank. I think that, just maybe, my mind was trying to hide her from me, to protect my heart.

I left and walked several blocks back to my apartment. My keys were loud in the hallway.

I got back to work. I lost myself in the intricacies of the blueprints, forgetting for a while.

The sun went down without my noticing. A light knocking at my door broke my concentration, and I turned my head instinctively towards the sound. I waited. It may have been a neighbor’s door.

knock

     knock knock

               knock

I stood up and brushed eraser fuzz from my slacks. My socked feet were not as silent on the wooden floor as I would have liked. I lifted the latch on the old-fashioned slot oyna grated peep hole and opened the tiny metal door.

Ashleigh was standing at the threshold.

I slammed the little door closed, my fingers fumbling with the latch. “What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice shaky. What do you want? How did you find me?

“I have your hat,” she said.

She didn’t say anything more. She didn’t move. She was waiting.

Waiting for me to open the door.

“Shit,” I whispered. I moved the chain off the door, unlocked the deadbolt. I wasn’t sure I could turn the knob—did I have the strength?–but it turned, easily, as easy as ever.

I felt my traitorous heart shudder at the sight of her. She didn’t look angry.

Ashleigh held out my hat. I took it silently, watching her, waiting for her to turn into a monster or something, I don’t know. I felt wary, afraid, nervous as hell.

She stuck her head into my apartment and looked around. I shied away from her, one hand still on the door, ready to close it. “So, this is where you live?” she asked, as if we were just the best of friends, and we totally hung out on the regular. I felt the scowl twist my face. She looked back to me, sensing my mood. “Look,” she said, quieter, “I.. I think I want to talk to you. About last night.”

Fuck. “Come in,” I said, stepping aside and opening the door a bit wider. I set my hat on the rack as she moved, catlike, into my humble apartment. I suddenly wished I’d cleaned more. I was achingly aware of her perfect femininity among the rough, cluttered surroundings of my life.

The door clicked into place and I reassembled the locks out of habit. When I turned around, Ashleigh was watching me.

“You really are a girl,” she said, marvel in her voice. I eyed her steadily, neither confirming nor denying the statement.

She bit her lip. It was adorable. I struggled not to appreciate it.

“Can we sit down?” Ashleigh asked, glancing off into the living room, dominated by heavy leather furniture. I crossed my arms over my chest and walked over, sitting in the chair, so she’d have to sit on the couch. I was absolutely terrified that if I sat on the couch, she’d sit next to me, so close, so… touchable. Her fury from the previous night was not forgotten. I was wounded, but still so needy. I dared not hope. I relied on my doubt, I leaned into my pain.

It must have been clear on my face. “Jaq,” she said, sitting on the edge of the cushion nearest to me. I was suddenly extremely aware of her bare knees, pressing together beneath her skirt. “I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did.”

She paused. “Alright,” I said, not yet ready to forgive.

Ashleigh’s frown even looked pretty. “It was wrong of you to be deceiving, though.”

“I never said I was a man.”

She sighed, but didn’t argue. “After you left, I was still angry. I couldn’t sleep. I went back to the bar, and the barwench told me that you were always alone.”

I waited.

“She thinks you’re a man too, you know.”

“That’s good,” I allowed. “I’m not a woman.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I’m not.”

We sat in heavy silence, neither of us willing to cede the point. Eventually she shook her head. “It doesn’t matter anyway,” she said. “My point is, maybe you should… be honest. If I knew…”

“You wouldn’t have spoken to me,” I said pointedly. “If you’d known I had a female body, you wouldn’t have approached canlı casino siteleri at all. You’d have thought, ‘Why is that woman dressed like a man? Is she some kinda freak?’ And probably laughed with your friends about it, later.”

“Well,” Ashleigh said, lowering her voice, “why do you dress like a man?”

No one had ever asked me this before. I was at a loss for words, unable to explain myself. How long had I been doing it—how long had I been dancing at this masquerade?

“It feels wrong,” was the best I could come up with. Ashleigh tilted her head at me, questioning silently, feline. “I mean… to be a woman. This body. It’s wrong. It isn’t me. I hate it.” As I said the words, I felt my eyes begin to sting, my chest constricting.

“Okay. It’s okay,” she told me, scooting even further on the edge to place a manicured hand on my knee.

“I’m fine,” I lied, straightening my posture and trying to compose myself. I told myself I was not going to cry in front of her. I wondered if I would break that oath. “Sometimes I dream about being a man… I mean, being born that way. But it doesn’t feel right, either. Maybe… less wrong than being a woman, but still not right.” I tried to keep the hopelessness I felt out of my voice. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Ashleigh was silent, unmoving. I looked up to her, expecting to see pity, or disgust, or some expression that would make me want to push her out of my apartment and tell her to never come back. Instead, she was watching me patiently, not judging, just listening. She didn’t immediately deny that there was nothing wrong with me. She accepted that I was different, that I was not like everyone else, that I was other.

“I’ve never told anyone this,” I said haltingly. “I … I don’t think I’ve even said it aloud.”

Ashleigh moved, fluidly, as she did when she danced. Before I could object, she was kneeling before me, trying to pry my hands apart. I’d had them balled up on my thighs, fingers interlaced, knuckles white. I looked down at them and relaxed my grip, allowing her to separate them, to take each of them in her own delicate hands.

I dared to relax.

“Thanks for bringing back my hat,” I said. Then, after a moment, “How did you get my address?”

She laughed; the sound was wonderful. “I just asked around. You are easy to find… you draw eyes.”

The thought made me queasy. I supposed it was possible. Not everyone was fooled by my costume, and for those who were, I’d be small, and clean-shaven—two things that were often a dead giveaway, given that most men had some facial hair and were bigger, bulkier than me.

I supposed it was possible that people stared, and I ignored them.

“I was going to come back and get it. My hat, I mean. But I couldn’t remember your apartment number.”

Ashleigh smiled, just a little. “I saw you standing outside of the building. You were right outside of my window, actually.” She hesitated. “I think I was hoping you would come to my door… when I went to bed, I was still angry. But I woke up feeling guilty for the way I threw you out of my place. I could have been a little more graceful… but then again, you could have been honest.”

“I’d say that I’m sorry for being your man last night,” I said, “but I’d be lying.”

I was surprised to see her blush. Gently, she withdrew her hands from mine, standing. “I better go,” she said. “You have your hat, and I’ve apologized, so… I guess I’ll be seeing you around, Jaq?”

I nodded, rising to walk her to the door. She turned as she was halfway through the doorway and met my eyes. “Have confidence in yourself,” she said. Then she was gone.

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