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I had some difficulty getting hotel reservations. This was back in the Dark Ages of the 1980s, in the days before cell phones and the Internet, so I had to do things the old-fashioned way. I went to a AAA office and paid for a membership. In addition to roadside assistance, they provided members with maps and travel guides. So, I grabbed a thick book that contained information on all the major towns and cities of North and South Carolina, including restaurants, hotels, and places of interest.

I located the section on Myrtle Beach. There was a map pinpointing all of the hotels near the Pavillion and up and down the strand. I started calling them one-by-one. Since I wanted to make a good impression on Connie, I insisted on getting an ocean-front room. I was excited about having a view of the ocean and sitting outside to watch the sun come up over the Atlantic. I’d never been in a position financially to afford such a luxury. Unfortunately, none of the hotels near the center of Myrtle Beach had any rooms, let alone ones with a view.

I extended my search in both directions along the coast. Finally, I hit paydirt. The Polynesian Resort at 10th Avenue South had ocean-front rooms at reasonable rates. It sounded fantastic. I mean, after all, it was the Polynesian RESORT, not Polynesian Motel. So, I booked a mini-suite, called a Deluxe Efficiency, that had a full kitchen and a living room. I figured that way we could cook if we wanted to. Best of all, it was on the top floor.

I booked the room to arrive on Tuesday.

I made sure there were adjoining rooms and asked if I could reserve the next door for my roommate. They allowed it but said Mike would have to call within 24-hours to book. If he didn’t, they would release the room, and someone else might get it. So, I immediately gave Mike the information.

“Here you go,” I told him. “You need to call this number within 24-hours and book your room if you want to have the adjoining suite next to us. If you don’t, someone else may get the room.”

Mike took my notes and assured me he’d call right away. I then left to take Connie to Crabtree Valley Mall to look for new bikinis and other beach-appropriate clothes. When we arrived back home, Mike was gone.

Connie took the bags of new stuff into my bedroom, and I sat in the living room, sipping on a Bartles and Jaymes. Five minutes later, she came out wearing her new pink bikini, with a matching neon pink Panama Jack muscle shirt on over the top. I had on a matching white one. Muscle shirts were all the rage at the time. They were just t-shirts without sleeves and with slits cut from the armpits down to the hips so your muscles would show through. Allegedly, people wore them at Health Clubs, which I detested only slightly less than singles bars. Wham and Def Leppard had made muscle shirts famous.

She had her long, dark hair pulled back into a ponytail and wore a pair of mirror-lense sunglasses we’d picked up at the Sunglasses Hut. Her complexion had a natural tan appearance, but she’d been laying out a lot lately and had a bit of a bronzed tint that made her look super sexy against the pink.

The bottoms of the bikini could be seen beneath the muscle shirt, covering about half of her ass cheeks, and forming a little triangle in front that didn’t entirely cover her bush, giving her a distinctive camel-toe. Connie had very thick pussy lips, which only made her camel-toe more pronounced.

“How do I look?” she asked as she spun around tantalizingly.

“Turn around and bend over and let me see your ass,” I replied. Connie gave me a funny look, then turned away and bent over at about a 45-degree angle. As she did, her ass spread out wide, and the pink fabric stretched, then slid together into her crack, leaving most of her ass cheeks exposed.

“Well?” she asked, looking back over her shoulder.

“You look hot!” I said.

Connie smiled, straightened up, and faced me. “You have to say that, you’re my boyfriend,” she said, then looked past me into the kitchen. “What do you think, Mike?”

“I’d fuck you,” he said, startling me. I didn’t know he’d snuck in. But, there he was, standing at the bar, sipping a Coors Light.

Connie blushed but grinned.

“When did you get home?” I asked, looking perturbed.

“I never left,” Mike replied. “I was out on my patio, smoking a doobie. Do you guys want a toke? I can fire it up.”

“No, that’s ok,” I replied, speaking for both of us. I got up and took Connie by the hand and led her back into my room, closing the door.

“You may want to trim your pubes, baby,” I told her. “They’re sticking out the sides.”

“Yeah, I plan on doing that tonight when I shower,” she said, blushing. “Do you think Mike noticed?”

“No, I doubt it,” I said, reassuring her. “Have you ever thought about shaving it all off?”

“No way!” Connie replied. “Nobody does that!”

“I don’t know,” I said, “I hear it’s trendy in Brazil and Hawaii. I even saw some girls in pornos shaved down there.”

“You’re kidding, right?” She asked, not believing me. casino oyna “I can understand trimming it when you wear a bikini, but shaving it all off? Who would want to look like a twelve-year-old?”

“I don’t know, it’s kind of sexy to be able to see everything,” I countered. “Plus, I hate getting your hairs stuck in my throat.”

“Then don’t put your mouth down there, and you won’t have to worry about that,” Connie argued.

“No way,” I said, pulling her onto the bed. “You know how much I love licking your pussy.”

“You’re a pervert,” she said playfully.

“You don’t say that when you’re busy grinding your pussy on my mouth and cumming hard,” I said, teasing her.

She jumped up from the bed and snapped at me, “I told you not to talk about sex stuff like that! I don’t want to hear about it!”

“Oh, come on, Connie,” I said. “It’s ok to talk about sex. How will we know how to make each other happy if we can’t talk about it?”

“I don’t want to talk about it!” She snapped.

“So, you don’t mind doing it,” I replied. “You just don’t want to talk about it?”

“If you keep talking about it, I’m not going to let you do it anymore.”

“Don’t you think that’s a little weird?”

“No, you’re the weirdo,” she said, pointing at me. “You’re the one always wanting to be dirty. I told you, I don’t want to do nothing until we get married.”

“There’s nothing wrong with sex,” I said, trying to soothe her.

“Sex is a sin!” She snapped. “I have to go to confession and tell my priest what you make me do!”

Her accent was coming out. That happened when she got mad.

“Ok, ok!” I said, giving in. “I won’t talk about sex anymore.”

“And don’t ever ask me to shave down there again! It’s disgusting. I’m not a puta! You want a puta, go down to Six Forks Road. They hang out on the corners.”

“Sorry!” I said, trying to pull her back into a hug. She pushed me away.

“I’m going home,” she said. “I think maybe you need to think about your perverted ways and try to ask Jesus to forgive you.” She pulled on her jeans and grabbed all her stuff, then stormed out of the condo.

I came back out to find Mike drinking my last Bartles and Jaymes. “These things aren’t bad,” he said.

“That was the last one!” I snapped.

“Sorry, bro,” he replied. “You can grab one of my beers.”

I opened the refrigerator. There weren’t any beers.

“They’re all gone!”

“Oh, shit, sorry, dude.”

“Did you call the Polynesian and book the room next to us?” I asked as I grabbed my keys to make a run to Krogers and get more wine coolers, some Doritos, and a big container of queso cheese dip.

“Yeah, I took care of it,” Mike replied. “We’re all set.”

Chapter 3

Connie and I arrived at the hotel around lunchtime. I didn’t think we would be able to check-in so early but stopped by the hotel just to chance it. We were in luck, and the room was available. Unfortunately, the hotel wasn’t all that fancy. It looked like an old cinder block construction from back in the 1950s or 60s. It was one level above run-down, but the fresh coat of blue-gray paint helped, even though it looked like they just painted over everything without any prep. It wouldn’t have surprised me to find cockroaches painted onto the walls. However, it did have a small bar on the first floor and served drinks poolside.

We grabbed our bags out of the Porsche and took the elevator up to the twelfth floor. The suite turned out to be just a slightly larger room with a sleeper sofa, a single chair, and a small kitchenette in the back. The kitchen had a full-sized refrigerator, stove, oven, and microwave. There was also a blender for making frozen cocktails.

The balcony was large and held four chairs and two side tables. Thankfully, the terrace faced directly out over the ocean and the beachside pool. We decided to head down and check out the pool, beach, and bar, then go for a walk around the neighborhood to see what was nearby. We were both hungry, so we would grab lunch while out. Neither of us wanted to wait around for Mike and Jackie to arrive. We would see them when we saw them.

Connie was wearing the pink bikini and muscle shirt again, and added a very short pair of cutoff levis and flip flops, or, as we called them back then, thongs. We splashed on some Hawaiian Tropics Dark Tanning Oil, that smelled of coconuts and pineapple, and provided 0 SPF. I’m not sure if we even knew what SPF were back then. As we headed to the elevator, an older man was unlocking the door next to us.

I curiously watched as he went into the room that adjoined ours.

“Hmmm,” I said. “I hope that guy is checking out today.”

“Why?” Connie asked, taking my hand as we waited for the elevator.

“Because, that’s the room Mike and Jackie booked,” I explained. I had a bad feeling in the pit of my gut as we got in the elevator.

“We have plenty of room in our suite,” Connie stated. “If something’s wrong with the reservation, they can stay with us.”

“Uh, no,” I said flatly. I planned slot oyna on having sex with Connie during this trip, in some form, and didn’t want anybody to cockblock me.

The pool was small and rectangular, with a separate built-in hot tub that looked to seat maybe ten people. There were about twenty people around and in the pool, with about half the loungers taken. At the far end of the patio, there was a small bandstand. A steel drum band was playing some reggae tunes. Next to the bandstand was a small, walk-up Tiki bar.

We sat at the bar and ordered Pina Coladas, which came in pretty, decorative glasses with colorful umbrellas, a hibiscus blossom, and tropical fruit. The drinks were delicious, and we finished them quickly before walking down the stairs to the beach. It must have been close to low tide as the waves were far out, leaving a wide expanse of and for walking on. Unlike the beaches in North Carolina, there weren’t any barrier sand dunes here; the hotel was right on the beach.

The first hundred yards or so was loose white sand that was scorching hot on my bare feet. I’d mistakenly left my flip-flops upstairs, so I had to hot-foot it across the sand. Once you reached the smooth sand, it was cooler to the touch, and I could walk comfortably. Connie and I walked out into the ocean and waded in up to our thighs.

I tried to pull her in, but she didn’t want to get her shorts wet. The waves were very gentle. We could see bigger ones out farther, but they seemed to die down by the time they reached us. We walked along, hand-in-hand enjoying the natural beauty and the quiet. I was falling for her, but at the same time, I was very cautious. My previous relationship had ended very badly, and I wasn’t ready to commit again so soon.

I tugged on Connie’s hand and pulled her to me. I kissed her passionately, and she didn’t resist. She seemed to melt into my embrace, and our tongues caressed each other lovingly for some time. When I finally pulled away, she was out of breath and smiled.

“I like how you kiss me,” she said.

“I like kissing you,” I replied.

“When other guys kiss me, I can tell,” she explained, “they only do it to try to get to the next level. When you kiss me, I can feel your heart, and it makes me trust you more and more.”

That would have been the perfect time to tell her I loved her. Instead, I said, “I want you to trust me.”

She hugged me, and over the sound of the ocean, I heard her speaking, almost in a whisper, “Then, don’t break my heart.”

We walked north along the beach, passing hotel after hotel, the occasional house, and a pier until we came upon a beachfront bar. We went in and grabbed a table by the railing. We had lunch and a couple of drinks each.

After lunch, we stopped into a souvenir shop, and I bought her a Myrtle Beach snow globe, and a rubber beer cover for me shaped like a buxom girl in a bikini. After eating, we went inland, and I realized we’d reached the Pavillion.

“Have you ever been here?” I asked.

“No, this is my first time to go to the ocean,” she explained.

“No, kidding?” I asked. “Ever?”

“Yeah, my parents never took us,” she explained.

“Wow! Well, we should celebrate!” I declared.

So, we spent the next couple of hours riding rides and acting like kids. We got some French fries and an Orange Julius. Fortunately, these were herpes-free, and we didn’t run into anyone I knew. It was getting late in the afternoon, so we headed back to the hotel. I hadn’t realized just how far it was, and the walk back to the Polynesian seemed to take three times as long as the walk down. By the time we arrived, we were both tired.

We went up to the room, and there was no sign of Mike and Jackie. I opened the adjoining door only to find another door on the other side. I guess that made sense, but I’d never used adjoining doors before. I knocked on the inner door. I could hear someone moving around inside.

I knocked again, and the door opened. The older man from earlier was standing there, naked with his boner sticking out. A woman, who I assumed was his wife, was naked on the bed, legs spread as if he had just been fucking her.

“Yeah?” he asked. “What do you want?”

He eyed me then saw Connie and stared lustfully at her. He made no effort to conceal his nudity.

“You two want to join us?” he asked.

Connie shrieked and ran to the bathroom.

“Uh, sorry to bother you,” I stammered. “My friends are supposed to be staying in that room today.”

“No, we have this room booked for the next ten days,” the man said.

“Oh,” I replied. As I stood there, the woman on the bed smiled at me and started rubbing her pussy. “Uh, sorry to interrupt.”

I closed the door and locked it securely. I found Connie in the bathroom, and we stared at each other in shock then started laughing uncontrollably. I pulled her to me and kissed her hard. She didn’t resist.

I picked her up and carried her to the bed. I laid down next to her and started kissing my way down her body. Connie moaned canlı casino siteleri and ran her hands through my hair. When my mouth reached her breasts, she inhaled deeply and raised her breasts, offering them to me. I pulled the t-shirt up and kissed the exposed portions of her firm mounds. She moaned and reached over to rub my cock through my board shorts. I was already fully erect.

I grabbed the bikini top and raised it until her breasts popped free. I immediately wrapped my lips around a nipple and began to suck on it, running my tongue all around the hard little tip. She grabbed my hair in her hands and pulled my head to her chest. I sucked harder, drawing more of the meaty boob into my mouth. My free hand traced down her body, the fingertips lightly brushing the skin on her belly.

When my fingers reached her bikini bottoms, I expected her to grab my wrist and pull my hand away, but she didn’t. Instead, she spread her legs and moaned louder. I took it as an open invitation and rubbed my hand over her mound, feeling her pussy through the pink cloth. Her swollen labia created a crease that was damp in the middle. I slid my finger up and down in the gap, then felt the hard little nub at the top and rubbed it.

Connie’s hips jumped, and she started to undo my shorts, ripping the velcro fastener open and pulling out my cock. She stroked it rapidly as I kissed down her body, lying next to her. I rubbed my face against her crotch, and she cried out, her body trembling. I felt her mouth close down around my cock as she hungrily sucked it. Connie rarely sucked me without me asking for it, so I was genuinely being blown away.

I pulled her bikini bottoms to the side and stared, in shock, at a nearly wholly shaved pussy. There was a small, narrow strip of very short hair just above her clit, about an inch wide and three inches tall. I kissed her pussy lips and mouthed at them with my lips, sucking one into my mouth to massage. Connie sucked me deeply and made a deep, groaning sound.

I slid my tongue out and licked her clit. Her hips jumped, and she whimpered, my cock still in her mouth. She was sucking me so aggressively that I was afraid I couldn’t last long. I sucked on her clit and began lapping at it rapidly, determined to get her off first. It distracted her, and she stopped moving her mouth, hips thrusting wildly into my face.

Just then, there came a series of three loud bangs on the front door to our room. I tried to ignore them. Connie was so close to cumming.

Again, three more bangs.

Fuck.

Three more bangs sounded out, even louder, and I jumped up from the bed, shoved my cock back in my shorts and ran to the door, throwing it open.

“What?” I shouted.

Mike and Jackie stood there, surrounded by their luggage.

“Blob, heh-heh-heh,” said Mike with a strange grin on his face. “We have a problem.”

“Problem?” I asked, trying to bend over so that my boner wasn’t so obvious. I heard Connie approaching from behind.

“Is something wrong?” she asked.

“We don’t have a room!” Jackie shouted. “They bumped us!”

“They what?” I asked. I stood there, not believing what I was hearing.

Connie pushed me aside, “Come in! Come in! We can talk in here. Now, what’s going on?”

Mike and Jackie picked up their luggage and walked past me into the suite.

“Woah, nice digs, dude,” Mike called out.

“So, when we got here, they said they didn’t have a record of our reservation,” Jackie explained. “It showed where you had originally reserved the room, but they tried to say Mike never actually booked the room.”

I felt my anger starting to rise. “Well, did you book the room, Mike?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, as he opened the fridge and found the beers I’d brought. He grabbed one, opened it, and took a big swig. I was staring daggers into him.

“What?” he asked. “Oh, want a beer, anybody?” When nobody wanted one, he closed the refrigerator and plopped down on the bed on which Connie and I had just been making out.

“So? What happened?” I demanded.

“Well,” Mike said, “I did what you told me, Bob. I called and booked the room. But, when we got here, they said they had no record of it.”

“Did you give them the confirmation number?”

“What confirmation number?”

“The one they gave you when you booked the room?”

“Oh, uh, no,” Mike said, his smile cracking. “I forgot to write it down.”

“Did you really book the room?” I was getting increasingly pissed.

“Yeah, of course,” he said. “Somebody screwed up. You must have given me the wrong information.”

“Wait,” I shouted. “Are you blaming me?”

“Well, you are the one who booked the rooms, to begin with,” he said.

I looked at Connie and Jackie, but they were of no help.

“You seriously are trying to make this my fault?”

Mike shrugged and raised his eyebrows as if to say, “Duh.”

“So, what are we going to do?” Jackie asked rhetorically.

“You need to go find another hotel with rooms available,” I suggested. “You should hurry, though, it’s getting late, and most places along the beach are already booked up, maybe if you go off the beach a block or two. I think I saw some vacancy signs while we were walking back from the Pavillion.”

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Cammie woke up, stretched, and tried to climb out of bed. Only to find that she wasn’t in bed. She was shrunk and stuck with honey to a girl’s foot.

This was unbelievable. She was supposed to be studying for an exam. Well, helping her boyfriend Albert study for an exam. Not stuck to some damn girl’s foot.

Not to mention that there was another girl who was also stuck with honey.

“We could lick each other’s backs,” the girl suggested. “To remove the honey.”

“No thanks. I don’t even know you, and I’m not sure I can stretch that far. I just hope this girl isn’t thinking of dancing.”

“I think dancing is the least of our problems,” the other girl said.

Cammie started to say that was crazy, until she saw that she was rising, the leg of the girl whose foot Cammie was attached to was rising. It slammed smack into another foot, and Cammie felt squished for a little bit. Then she saw that she was placed in front of a girl in a row of feet who was kinda cute. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, doing whatever the girl whose foot she was attached to asked.

“Oops,” ghe girl said, looking down. “Sorry, we gotta go a little further down.”

The girl put socks on and walked a few feet. Cammie and the girl next to her had some air. That was the good thing about this situation…the socks allowed for breathing room.

The girl sat down, pulled her socks off and pushed her foot against another girls. And this time, Cammie let out a scream.

“First I want you to kiss her on the lips. It can be a tiny one,” the girl whose foot Cammie was attached to said.

No way. Cammie was NOT kissing Stefanie Weinstock. She just wasn’t.

Stefanie didn’t look too thrilled about it either. “Let’s just get it over with,” she said.

“I don’t want to kiss you,” Cammie said. “If you ever get big again and I ever get off this foot, you’ll probably stick me on yours.”

“If you were honeyed to my foot, I would dance all night every night.”

“After a comment like that, you think I’m going to kiss you?”

“You will if you know what’s good for you,” said the girl whose foot Cammie was honey to.

She slammed her foot with the girl whose foot Stafnie was attached to, and Cammie had a pounding headache afterward. But she did not want to kiss Stefanie. She hated her. It would be sick, after what Stefanie did to her and her friends…

“You heard the Batgwitch. Kiss me already,” Stefanie said.

“Look, if I kiss you it would be as if things were good between us, and things can never be good between us.”

“You have no choice,” said the girl whose foot Cammie was honeyed onto. “You have to kiss her.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Too bad. I want you to.”

Cammie shut her eyes and started counting to ten before she could say something that would anger the girl whose foot she was now a dangling artpiece could decide to kill her.

Once Cammie had calmed herself down, she said, “Do you actually want me to kiss you?”

“It doesn’t matter what I want,” Stefanie said. “It’s what they want that we must obey.”

“You were never this obedient in full-size.”

“In full-size no one could kill me without being sued. Now we’re both small enough to be squashed by a good stomp. Let’s entertain them.”

“Okay, fine,” Cammie said.j She pucked her lips and leaned toward Stefanie.

Stephanie pulled her lips up for a hot, steamy kiss. Cammie thought it might have been because of the honey that made it seem hot and steamy. They didn’t even like each other. Nothing could be hot and steamy casino siteleri about his.

“Well, that was a tiny peck,” Stefanie said.

“What?”

“It was like you were kissing your sister,” said the girl whose foot Cammie was attached to.

“First of all,” Cammie said, “if I kissed my sister I would have to vomit afterwards. Actually, I’m probably still going to have to vomit afterwards. Point is, if anyone tried to make me kiss my sister, they’d be kicked out of Hollywood the next day.”

“That’s not very nice,” said the girl whose foot Stefanie was attached to.

“She’s not really my sister anyway. Just a stepsister. Stepsister’s are bad.”

“Look, whatever. Just get back to kissing her.”

Cammie put her arms around Stephanie’s neck and this time pushed her back against the foot as if there was nothing but a flat surface behind her. This time Cammie put her lips slowly to Stefanie’s, touching them briefly, then pushing back, then returning her lips and pressing down hard on those lips that she had to coniivnce herself were the most tasty she had ever beheld.

When they broke aparat, the girls whose feet they were attached to seemed happy.

“Well, you’ve passed the first test,” said Steffanie’s attaché.

‘”Now for the second,” said Cammie’s attaché.

“No, not the second,” said Stefanie. After a pause: “What is the second test?”

“You have to both lick each other’s boobs,” Stefnie’s attaché said.

“Oh no, no no,” said Cammie. “I don’t lick plastic.”

“You do if you don’t want to get squashed,” her attaché said through gritted teeth.

“Are you threatening me?”

Listen, girl. I want to see you lick some boobs. It’s what I get my hi-jinks off of, which means that you must do it!”

Cammie hung her head. Usually she had a comeback but right now she couldn’t think of.

“I lowered my blouse,” Stephanie said. Cammie didn’t look up. “Aren’t you going to lick them? They’re waiting.”

By “they,” she meant both of her boobs as well as the girls whose feet they were attached to.

Cammie was sick though. SSick of the idea of having to lick breasts filled with plastic that belonged to a girl she did not care about…

“I wanna see some action,” said Cammie’s attaché.

Cammie stuck her tongue out and leaned towardxs Stefanie’s breast. She took one lick and wished she could slap herself. She drew back, but seeing her attache’s glare from above, she put her tongue back on Stefanie’s boob and licked.

Cammie had to admit that for something ppuffed up with plastic, Stefanie’s boob wasn’t too bad to taste. And there were people she’d like doing this less to. Even though she still hated Stefanie for what she had done.

She licked the other boob, all over, ever single spot, till her attaché was satisfied. And then she pulled down her own blouse, and Stefanie began licking hers. Stefanie seemed to be more disgusted with the idea than Cammie had been, but Stefanie was also more frightened of her attaché than Cammie was. So Stefanie licked Cammie’s boobs diligently.

“Now you need to lick her boobs again,” Cammie’s attach said.

“But I’ve already done it!”

“Do you want me to stomp on you? I have stomped on a girl before, you know.”

And with that, Cammie put her tongue quickly to Stefanie’s boobs and gave them a bath with her tongue once more.

After that, Stephanie was wasked to bite Cammie’s neck.

“No way am I letting her do that,” Cammie said.

“You are,” said her attaché. “I want to see it.”

So Stefanie slot oyna gave Cammie a hickey, and Cammie was asked to puncture Stefanie’s skin with her teeth. Cammie did it very lightly and drew back, but her attaché forced her to keep biting till she tore a hole in Stefanie’s skin. A red gaping bloody hole…

“That’s beautifulk,” Cammie’s attaché said, nearly crying.

Then the attaches made the girlks kiss good-night. And they went to their sleeping quarters.

Obviously Cammie’s new sleeping quarters were in her attache’s sock.

“Who did you like kissing your girl?” Cammie’s footmate asked.

“Well, she and I are old enemies and I was really ticked off at having to do it.”

“You don’t sound ticked off.”

“Well, I am, okay?”

“My girl was beautiful. A homecoming queen from her school. She resented being honeyed to a foot, but so it goes.”

Cammie went to sleep and dreamt about being attached to Stefanie’s foot and how Stefanie’s face would tower over her…

The next day, she was required to kiss Stefanie again, and lick her bobs as well as slobber on her belly button. Apparently the latter amused the attaches so much that they couldn’t think of more things to ask the girls to do after laughing so hard.

The next day, Cammie was asked to French kiss Stefanie. “Yuck, I don’t want my tongue in her mouth.”

Stefanie looked taken aback. “But…I thought you’d enjoy that. You do like kissing me, don’t you?”

“You don’t have to like it,” Cammie’s attaché said. “We like it, and we want to see it. And she seems to like it too. So do it.”

Cammie put her lips to Stefanie’s and slowly brought her tongue inside Stefanie’s mouth. It was hot in here, and tasted a big of sweat. Stefanie’s attaché liked to dance for three hours every night, and sometimes kissed girls on the dance floor.

When a girl kisses a girl on the dance floor, the sweat glands in their feet work in overdrive. Every time it happens, it is like one just turned on the shower, only to have sweat pour on them instead of water.

So Stefanie’s tongue and the roof of her mouth tasted like sweat.

Then Cammie was allowed to draw back, and it was Stefanie’s turn. Stefanie seemed to like the idea of sticking her tongue in Cammie’s mouth less thrillingly than the other way around. But she did it. She licked the roof of Cammmie’s mouth as if it held her life sustenance, and her and Cammie’s tongues met in Cammie’s mouth in a sort of handshake-ritual thing.

On the fourth night, Cammie’s attaché went dancing for seven hours. She kissed four girl and Cammie got the sweat bath six times (her attaché kissed two of the girls twice).

She resented all that sweat. It was probably the worst thing about being honeyed to a foot. Especially the sweat baths.

On the seventh day, after Cammie was forced to French kiss Stefanie, lick her boobs, spit on her belly button, give her a hickey on the other side of the neck, and put her tongue around Stefanie’s center, while her pants were down, Cammie’s attaché asked her to give Stefanie a farewell kiss.

Cammie was happy to be rid of Stefanie. She gave her a quick peck and pul;ed away. Her attaché frowned disapprovingly but did not say anything.

The next day, however, Cammie was brought before Stefanie again.

“I thought we were done with each other,” Cammie said.

“Until we are convinced that your farewell kiss is genuine and hat your hearts will positively break from being separated, you two will have to go on kissing each other,” Cammie’s attaché said.

That canlı casino siteleri evening Cammie and Stefanie kissed passionately. However, the next morning, Cammie still found herself facing Stefanie.

“I thought I’d be done with her,” Cammie said.

“Your kiss last night was an act,” her attaché said. “Until we believe it is actually genuine, you will remain with Stefanie.”

Cammie sighed. Knowing that she would never be shot of Stefanie now, Cammie did the only thing she could do and kissed her.

A month passed. Cammie was getting used to Stefanie’s breasts. It was like eating cinnamon toast, licking them. The sweat baths from Stefanie’s attaché left a cinnamon aftertaste, after all.

Cammie had several more bite marks on her neck from Stefanie and she loved each and every one of them. And her tongue felt like home in Stefanie’s mouth, more at home than in her mouth. She looked forward to the French kissing every day.

And then one day, when Cammie gave Stefanie a farewell kiss, it was passionate and long. They couldn’t bear to be broken apart even for one night. The idea made Cammie jittery. Spending all day, every day with Stefanie made her like her so much. And Stefanie’s attaché would be dancing fopr hours while Cammie’s attaché tucked Cammie and her footmate into her sock and went soundly to sleep…

When they broke apart, Cammie could tell that Stefanie was as touched as she was. Cammie caught an ear falling down Stefanie’s check with her finger, and Stefanie said, “Thanks.”

At least they would see each other again the next day. They gave each other one last quick kiss and then their attaches pulled them apart.

Cammie couldn’t sleep for eagerness to be with Stefanie again the next morning. She was crazy about Stefanie…oh, and tomorrow they’d really get into licking the center of each other as if it were bread and butter…

The next morning came. Cammie’s attaché went to her position and pulled off her sock. Cammie’s eyes were so blurry from lack of sleep that she didn’t pay attention to the girl she was kissing for a couple of minutes. Then she saw it wasn’t Stefanie.

“Hey, you must have got the wrong foot again,” Cammie said to her attaché. “This isn’t Stefanie.”

“She’s not supposed to be.”

“But…I thought I was going to do this with Stefanie.”

“Not anymore,” her attaché said.

“But…”

“Kiss the girl NOW. I don’t want to listen to your petty excuses. I’m in a very stomping mood today.”

Cammie, her heart broken, thought that it might as well be good to be stomped on if she wasn’t to see Stefanie.

The girl on the other foot forced Cammie’s chin upward and kissed her. Cammie saw that it was Pashima, Stefanie’s best friend who she liked even less than she had liked Stefanie. But she loved Stefanie now.

She listlessly licked Pashima’s breasts and heartlessly ran her hands over Pashima’s thighs. At least she could see Stefanie again if she remained un-stomped on. One day they would be the right size again, or maybe Cammmie would end up on another girl’s foot and Stefanie would be on another girl’s foot and they could meet that way, the girls whose feet they were attached to not knowing that they already licked each other.

Maybe Cammie would start liking Pashima too.

But as the days passed, Cammie grew even more disgusted with Pashima. She made everything they did seem like a show, as if they were performing in a theater. Pashima was the one who had ruined Stefanie’s good person. Cammie hated hating to kiss her and lick her breasts. And she knew that because of this, as long as she continued to be disgusted with Pashima, she would remain doing this with Pashima. That thought did not cheer her at all, and she became even more…

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Carla stood under the soft rain. Left hand raised and heavy with bracelets, in the hope of attracting one of those cars flashing by. Cursed rain. Plump lips thinned in a line. One moment the sun was all she could see without the glasses, and the next rain was all she could feel.

Today is the 14th February, and this should’ve been the best day ever. But it will not. Thanks to my jerk of a boyfriend; or should I say, ex-boyfriend.

I should’ve seen the signs the night before but instead, I’m here on the road, alone and waiting for a ride to the festival my boyfriend was supposed to accompany me.

This is what I get for being spontaneous and a better girlfriend. Should’ve seen it coming. Damn it.

I mean, last night was good. at the beginning at least. But I just wish I could forget the way he grins when he wants something… The way he kisses me while caressing my long blond hair; following it down my waist and grabbing my ass with those big hands of his.

As memories of the night before surfaced I became completely oblivious to the van stationed in front of me. Till it honked.

“Heeek!”

“Sorry,” I female voice apologized.”I always forget how loud this thing is.” Mindless of the words her face seemed everything but sorry.

“Don’t worry, not my day. Are you going to California?”

“Yes, jump in. And don’t worry I’m not secretly a creepy dude. Although that’s probably what one would’ve said. Wouldn’t it?.” She said with what seemed her perpetual smile.

I got in her plain Volkswagen camper van. Everyone seemed to have one these days, not just the Hippies. An old thing of a véhicule, dirty tires as if she’d come straight out of a swap. Accompanied by a rusty blue paint. This vehicle sure had a good backstory, one she’d rather not be aware of.

“I will leave my stuff at the back.” Unlike the interior was luxuriously cozy. Separated in two; the back was mostly occupied by a large couch displaying bright colored patterns and what seemed to be a fridge in the form of a pineapple… Sponge-bob much?

“C’mon! You don’t have to bunk yourself at the back. Don’t be shy, come up front.”

As I got to the seat next to her, I saw more clearly who my driver was. Younger than I’d expected by the voice. Oh. she looks barely nineteen. Just like me.

But the resemblance ended there. The young woman was her complete opposite. Where her blonde hair and green eyes warmed her face, she had short black curly hair and pale blue penetrating eyes. She was gorgeous.

“Thank you for stopping. I was freezing out there.” I tried before the awkwardness settle in. “And by the way, I’m Carla.”

“I’m Joy, I mean not really, but everyone calls me Joy. You will see it isn’t a hard guess why.” She offered me one of those smiles only reserved poker oyna for best friends. I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. “So you care to tell me, I’m very curious by the way, how did a pretty girl like you, on shorts and wet t-shirt, didn’t find a ride before I arrived?”

I was definitely blushing the shit out of my skin now. And overly conscious of my outfit. Or lack of some would say.

“I slept at the hotel, with my boyfriend. We were supposed to go to California together. In his car.” My tone was steamy and resentful. Way to go girl. So much for my vain efforts.

“I’m sorry. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” In a tone that said otherwise.

“Oh don’t worry he just dumped me this morning, it’s all.”

“What an arse”

“With a note on the pillow.”

“He’ll go to hell for this.” She unsuccessfully tried to cheer me.

“After me and my best friend surprised him with a threesome last night.” Okey, this day is getting worse and worse. I thought, fighting off the tears so I didn’t look like a total loser.

“Wow.” She finally exhaled. “Hey it’s okay, don’t cry, he’s not worth it.” She grabbed my hand while keeping the other one on the wheel. “Do you know what went wrong?”

“Nothing went wrong. On the contrary. Everything was perfect…” No answer so she carried on. “We’ve discussed trying new things in bed on many occasions, and I thought this was the perfect occasion. You know, as a Valentines gift,”

I exhaled “And my best friend was okay with it. So while he was blindfolded and naked on the bed and I got my friend in, as she sucked his cock I removed his blindfold, and he was so surprised that he came right into her mouth.” It was quite funny at the moment, but the more I think about it the less I’m inclined to believe it was the surprise which made him cum.

“So you can guess why he dumped me.”

“So he left you just because of a blowjob?”

“Well no…” I hesitated to relate what came next. But had to admit I was starting to get naughty as I recalled last night. Aware that she still had my hand in hers.

“Obviously wanting my share I kissed her, swirling the cum between our tongues and swallowing it all. Even though some dripped down our mouths. The show got my boyfriend’s erection up in no time, guys being guys.” At that moment I noticed we were slowly zigzagging. She seemed clueless of this fact even though her eyes were rimmed in the road.

“You don’t look alright?” That brought her back to reality with a snap.

“Yes. Yes, you’re right. Maybe we should stop here for tonight and do the rest of the road tomorrow morning.” She slowed the van. “I’m sorry, let’s save the rest of the story for later, alright?” She said as the van came to a stop.

“I didn’t have a place to sleep so it canlı poker oyna suits me quite well. Not very hungry tough.” I added hoping she made me eat something. Since I had no food with me and no inclination to look too needy.

“Well me neither, I think I’ll just go for a quick nap. Do like you would in your hotel room.” her blinding smile returned accompanied by a wink.

As she went to the back I couldn’t help but admire her thick short legs. Every form visible thanks to her skinny ripped jeans. Rocking her hips with each step, deliberately bringing attention to the voluminous and perfectly shaped excuse of a derrière. Normally her reaction would be to be jealous, but all she felt this time was lust.

“Wake me up in thirty minutes, will you. We could maybe eat or drink something together.” She said without looking back. Or she would’ve seen my eyes fixed, not on hers but down her body. Where it shouldn’t.

Or should it? It’s not like I still was in a relationship… and right now I had to admit that what I missed most was not my boyfriend’s kisses but Joy’s warm hand holding mine.

“Yes, yes I will. Sleep well.”

She glided out of my sight but her figure was still present in my head. So this is what they call post-breakup hunger? I felt slightly ashamed. Not that Joy wouldn’t be a delicious meal, she would’ve been a hell of a good one. But I had just changed from taken to single.

Last night still haunted me in several ways. Horrified by the treason committed by those whom I trusted must. And aroused by the view of my childhood best friend enjoying my boyfriend’s cock, which I knew for fact was pure ecstasy. I couldn’t figure myself out.

After his cock regained its prior hardness my friend lost all consideration for the script and jumped on it. And I let her do so. Might as well let him enjoy himself tonight. I had thought at the moment while fingering myself, proud of being the bridge connecting these two persons I loved so much.

“Oh god Carla, oh god. Your boyfriend’s cock is so good” she emphasized it by orgasming loudly and writhing like the demented bitch she was “Mhhh Pierce…”

His face was crimson red, black eyes shining with focus as he muttered Jenny over and over while she rode him.

“I’ve always wanted to smash your little pussy. Fuck. You feel so tight, it’s driving me crazy.” This is when I knew it went too far. Tension accompanied by jealousy growing in my belly.

Wanting to stop them at once while sickness took over, time seemed to slow down to prevent me from doing so. Their voices echoed around my head, stabbing at my brain with pointed knives and blurring my senses. Till it was too late.

“…kiss me. I’ll make you mine,” he pounded harder. “You like this huh?!”

“Oh yes, cum inside me. Fill me internet casino up.” And with a groan, he came, inside my best friend. This wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

Something wet hit her leg. At first, she though the rain had gotten in the van, but it was nothing more than tears she realized as she felt her wet cheeks.

How long did I zone out? She thought to glance at her watch. “What! It’s been forty minutes already?!” She jumped from the front seat hurrying down the back of the van. Daydreaming at a time like this, hell.

She hesitated in front of the couch were Joy slept underneath the covers. How should she wake her up was the question. Which remained unanswered.

“Ohh.” A low moan escaped from the wool blanket.

“Ahem,” She blushed. God this is awkward. “Joy, I thought hmm, you’d want me to wake you up. So… here I am.” And I found myself looking at icy blue eyes as her head popped out. Growing uncomfortable I tried saying something more. “Want me to leave you?” She started mumbling something really low and quite casually.

Lowering myself to her level so that I could hear more clearly I said. “Sorry I quite catch…” And found myself deprived of speech with two tongues in my mouth, one of them alien.

Surprised I tried to stand but she grabbed me by the hair pulling me down once more but this time on the couch by her side. My protests grew weaker as she kissed me. Melting under her embrace. It never felt so good feeling powerless.

I began to unclothe myself thrilled at the thought of having her naked body against mine. Someone I just met.

“Mhm, your boyfriend does not realize what he is missing.” she moaned as I rewarded those small breasts with kisses. Slowly tracing up her leg with my fingers only to find that she was more than wet already.

“It’s my turn for Valentine’s gift,” I said, all hesitation gone from my voice. “And I will have it my way this time.” Turning around I sat on her face, feeling her tongue around my pussy as she tried unsuccessfully to speak. Stirring all my senses with waves of pleasure. I rode her face losing once again awareness of my surroundings.

And it happened to be more than I could handle. Joy was more than good at this, all my juices were going to her mouth and it seemed still not enough the way she inserted her tongue looking for more. Shivers ran through my body as I reached the climax. It was too good.

“Oh shit. Stop. I’m sorry, please.” But her only response was to grab my legs keeping me in place, while she ate, no devoured me. My body moved erratically as she drank me whole.

Losing all sense of reality it was a moment before I realized I was lying on the floor and those blues eyes were staring at me.

“I don’t suppose you still have some of them juices left?” With the cockiest grin ever. And for once I didn’t think about my ex-boyfriend as I acquiesced.

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***I’d like to thank Lisa for sharing her thoughts with me during the writing of this story.***

Connie sat alone in comfort and quiet at the kitchen table, a steaming cup of coffee in front of her, the aroma pricking up her nose with its rich bitterness. She yawned, rubbed the back of her neck, her eyes still heavy with sleep.

Connie was home alone. Her son Scott was away for a few days attending a summer orientation session at the state college he’d be attending in the fall.

So, she thought, this is what it was going to be like when he left for school next month. Lonely.

Connie put a robe on over her nightgown and went out to the front porch. Earthenware pots planted with geraniums lined the railing and morning glories grew on a trellis at one end. She bent down and picked up the paper off of the porch, pulled it out of the plastic sack, and unrolled it. Nothing interesting on the front page.

Blue sky, not a cloud in sight, another hot day, she thought. You could already feel the heat building, radiating from the morning sun, announcing, with authority, the arrival of the late-July day.

Connie went back inside, finished her morning routine, got ready for work and was headed out of the house on her way to the hospital by six o’clock. As the head surgical nurse she had to be there early to coordinate the patients and the doctors who would be cutting on them.

She was scheduled to get off early and her workday went quickly, before she knew it, it was one o’clock and she was headed back home. She stopped by the grocery store to pick up a few items and arrived home half and hour later, put the stuff away, changed out of her work uniform and sat down to relax with a glass of wine.

Connie hadn’t been home for more than twenty minutes when the doorbell rang. She answered the front door and discovered Scott’s eighteen-year-old girlfriend Rachel standing in front of her.

“Rachel. Hi,” Connie said with a pleasant, happy-to-see-you smile.

“Hi, Miss Taylor, I’d like to, um, could I talk to you, uh, I would like to talk to you about Scott,” she nervously said.

“Well sure, come on in,” Connie said, stepping aside so the shapely young lady could enter the house. Rachel stepped inside, removed her sunglasses, blinked in the dimmer light, and followed her boyfriend’s mother through the foyer.

Once inside, they sat down in the living room, looking at each other, Rachel nervous, Connie curious, looking concerned in the way that nurses looked concerned when told of pain and illness – a kind of reflexive sympathy.

Connie Taylor was a woman of rare beauty; she was a woman who had been born with that particular excitement that brought lust to every man who gazed upon her. Her own son had experienced that same excitement, and now his girlfriend was also experiencing the feeling.

Rachel had never entertained lustful thoughts about another female in her life, but she was now, thinking to herself that her boyfriends’ mother was one sexy MILF.

Connie looked at Rachel for quite a while, really noticing for the first time just how incredibly sexy Rachel actually was. Rachel was smooth-faced and had light brown hair, a very sensual mouth, dark eyes, and her figure was young, firm and nicely shaped. Her breasts were large and round beneath her t-shirt, yet Connie imagined that they’d be perky. Her legs were long, most of their length visible, extending from her shorts. She was very good looking, and certainly knew it. The young lady was a picture of wholesomeness with that certain milkmaid quality.

Hmm…Connie thought, I wonder…

“So…what can I do for you?” Connie asked with a friendly smile.

The words came tumbling out, all at once it seemed. “I’m not sure I should be asking you this, it may be unfair, but I didn’t know where else to go, and I’m worried, and I’m afraid that Scott may have, I don’t know, he’s been acting different lately, I thought that maybe you’d know something…”

“Slow down Rachel. Take a deep breath. Okay? Slow down and tell me exactly what’s happening,” the older woman gently said, trying to calm the eighteen-year-old girl down.

Rachel nodded her head, took a deep breath, fluffed her hair like women sometimes do when they think they’re about to say something silly, looked at Connie, and said, “I really love your son, and I have to tell you, sometimes when I look into his eyes, I feel like my heart is going to explode. My problem is, well, I think Scott has another girlfriend.”

Connie carefully masked her expression, directing a reassuring smile toward Rachel, knowing that she was the other ‘girlfriend’ that the girl was worried so much about. “Really? I haven’t seen anything to give me that perception. What exactly makes you think that he’s seeing someone else?”

“I can’t really give you anything specific. It’s more like a, um, a feeling, like something just isn’t right. That’s why I said it’s unfair, but I lie in bed at night, going through everything in my mind, trying to figure poker oyna it all out, I always come up with, maybe…” She said, looking down at her hands clasped in her lap, nodding, her face looking sad.

Connie got up, walked over and sat next to the girl on the couch, and reached out brushing Rachel’s hair back from her face. “Well, I know that he’s been going though an emotional battle with college. He said he knows he’s going to miss home, that he didn’t want to leave you, but he knows that this is all part of growing up.”

She looked up at Connie, her glossy red lips pursed, her expression frozen. Finally, her tongue peeked out, and she rubbed it on her upper lip, thinking. “Really? Do you think that’s what it is? Am I just over reacting?”

Connie took her hand, watching to see what her reaction would be. Rachel looked at her with confusion in her eyes as the MILF began gently tracing lines up and down her forearm with her fingertips.

“I wouldn’t say that you’re over reacting. You also have a lot to deal with right now. You’ll be starting college yourself in the fall and your boyfriend is going away to a different school, that’s a lot of stuff,” Connie said, letting her hand rest on the girl’s knee.

Rachel was scared because she liked how Connie’s touch felt. For some reason she didn’t understand, the woman was really getting her worked up. Right to a point where she’d never been before, her heart was pounding, and her skin was burning with desire under Connie’s touch. If she kept going, Rachel felt as if she wouldn’t be able to stop her. She didn’t want to stop her.

“You just need to relax, enjoy the rest of the summer. If you’d like, I could help you plan for the Mid-Summer Ball. You know, so it’s a very memorable experience for both you and Scott.” The older woman said, her hand now lightly brushing the eighteen-year-olds lower thigh.

Rachel, very nervous, suddenly stood up. “I need to get going, I have to go downtown and pick up my gown.” She then paused, thinking for a moment, then asked, “Would you like to come with me?”

“I’d love to go,” Connie said excitedly. _____________________________________

Connie drove; they climbed into her Acura MDX, backed out of the garage, down the driveway, and headed across town. Early afternoon on one of the best days of the year: very warm, with a touch of a breeze, and the smell of August coming up. The bank’s time and temperature sign said eighty-seven degrees as they drove past it, and into town.

Once they were on the expressway they made good time, Connie guiding the truck through the traffic like a shark cutting through a school of tuna.

“So, exactly what type of dress did you get?” Connie asked, watching the traffic.

Rachel looked at her boyfriend’s mother for a second, and after weighing her reply, she softly said, “Well, it’s midnight blue, kind of a strapless, you know, something that shows a lot of shoulder.”

“Mmm, you mean a lot of cleavage,” Connie said, with a smile lurking in her voice. “I’m sure you’ll be absolutely stunning, you’ll have to model it for me.”

“Okay! That’d be fun,” she said primly. “I hope Scott likes it.”

“Oh, I’m sure he will, especially if you’re the one wearing it,” Connie said, smiling, a twinkle in her eyes.

“I hope so. You know what I really don’t get about guys?” Rachel asked. “Why is it that they can be so sweet, and then, like they’ve been sidetracked by some wayward thought, they’re suddenly jerks?”

Connie laughed, “It’s hormones, honey. Young men are full of hormones and those chemicals really screw them up.”

“Yeah, but…”

“That’s why God made us smarter than them,” Connie replied. “If we didn’t have the brains, the human race would cease to exist.”

“That’s true,” Rachel conceded. _____________________________________

The boutique was just off of Ogden Street in a combined residential business district, surrounded by small, postwar houses painted in varying pastels, all surrounded by their crabgrass lawns.

Connie parked along the street and the two women strolled toward the shop. The warm, humid air felt heavy around them, the streets shimmering with heat waves, the leaves on the trees rustling in the light breeze.

They walked past a bakery, their senses assaulted by the rich mixture of delicious odors wafting through the air. All variety of nice things: yeast, spice, sea salt, and rising dough.

When they entered the cool, dim interior of the shop they were greeted by the owner, a tall woman with blond hair and pale blue eyes; motherly, Connie thought, though she was probably five years younger than she was. “Rachel! How have you been?”

“Fine, Mrs. Wesley. This is my boyfriend’s mother, Connie Taylor.”

“Nice to meet you Connie. The gown is ready for you Rachel. Would you like to try it on to make sure all of the adjustments are right?”

“Yes, I think that would be best,” she answered. The woman retrieved the gown and Rachel took it from her and headed to the dressing canlı poker oyna area in the back.

Connie waited up front making small talk with the shop’s owner.

When Rachel returned, she was wearing a very elaborate and beautiful gown as well as an exquisite smile on her pretty young face.

“Well, what do you think,” she asked excitedly while twirling, modeling the dress for the older woman.

She slowly walked around the eighteen-year-old as she spoke. “Oh, Rachel! You’re so beautiful.” She appraised the girl some more before going on. “You were right though, it certainly is low cut,” Connie replied. “You know, since this is a strapless gown, you can’t wear a regular bra, you’ll need a strapless. Do you have one?”

“No, not anymore. I had one, but, uh, it’s too small now,” she said, looking down at her large chest.

“We can fix that. What size bra do you wear?”

Rachel was taken aback. She wasn’t quite sure where this was headed.

“Come now, Rachel, unless you plan to go braless, you should tell me so we can get you something appropriate.” Connie replied in a gentle tone, and smiled softly.

“I’m a 36C Miss Taylor,” she shyly, yet dutifully stated.

“Connie, call me Connie dear. Take off the gown and get dressed. We’ll go down to Fredrick’s and get you some lingerie to compliment your beautiful gown, it’ll be my treat.”

“Oh, I don’t know…” she tentatively replied.

“Come on, we’ll have fun, kind of a girls thing,” Connie answered.

“Well, okay…” _____________________________________

The late afternoon had turned very hot, the humidity climbing, the leaves on the trees turning over, giving them a silvery look in the breeze. They hurried into the mall to get into the air-conditioning and escape the now oppressive heat.

Once inside they headed straight to Fredrick’s of Hollywood. Rachel didn’t know why, but she was becoming increasingly excited. Once inside they went to the bras and found a couple of different sexy styles of the strapless variety.

“Let’s get you some matching panties too,” Connie suggested.

Rachel smiled. “Well, if you’re buying.”

“I’m buying. Now pick out something really sexy.”

Rachel looked at Connie, unsure of the situation. “Oh, I don’t know about that.”

“Trust me Rachel. Knowing that you have sexy lingerie on beneath your gown will make you feel sexy.”

Rachel only found two bras and three pair of panties that she really liked. The two women walked to the back of the store and into a comfortable dressing room with plenty of room inside. The area was illuminated quite well, and there were several large mirrors hanging on the walls. Rachel didn’t think that Connie should accompany her into the dressing room, but since she was buying the girl didn’t know quite how to object.

“Why don’t you get that shirt off so we can see if one of these will work,” Connie suggested, holding the bras out to validate her request.

“W-what? W-with you in here?” The girl queried.

Connie shot her a questioning glance, “Well of course, silly. How else would I be able to make sure that the fit is correct?”

Well, that makes sense, she thought. Rachel, somewhat reluctantly, quickly untucked her shirt and lifted it over her ample chest, past her shoulders, and finally over her head, letting it fall onto a chair.

“Now take off your bra and we’ll see how well these fit you.” It was dead quiet in the changing room as Rachel nervously removed her bra. Connie smiled as the perfect young breasts fell free from their restraining cups.

Rachel could hardly believe that this was happening and wondered how this all had come about. So much was running through her mind as she stripped. Her nipples had hardened, and Rachel prayed that Connie wouldn’t discover how turned on she was becoming.

Her bare breasts were thrust up, flushed and swollen with desire, her pink nipples hard, standing up and out from the silky smooth skin of her young flesh.

Connie picked up one of the bras and stepped behind Rachel, positioning herself so she could help the girl try the garment on.

“Hold still and lift your arms, please,” Connie said to her. Rachel did as she was instructed. The older woman reached around the girl, dangling the bra in one hand, grabbed it with the other and brought the cups up beneath her large, firm breasts, ran her hands beneath the teen’s breasts, continuing to the back where she fastened up the clasps. It was a perfect fit, yet Connie ran her hands back to the front, and lifted the large tits in the lacy bra cups, jiggling and bouncing them as she held onto her young breasts from behind.

“This one seems to fit very well. I don’t think you’d have a problem with it slipping down on you throughout the night,” Connie said, still cupping the heavy set of tits.

Connie leered at Rachel, watching her in the mirror during the whole process, a sly smile on her beautiful face.

“There. Now turn around so I can see how it looks.”

Rachel internet casino was feeling a little more at ease now that her breasts were semi-covered again and Connie had stepped away from her, although she’d found it quite arousing that she had let her boyfriend’s mother touch her breasts.

Rachel felt awkward standing there in front of Connie as the older woman’s eyes lingered directly on her tits. “I think that one looks really good. How does it feel?”

“I like it. It feels good, I guess.”

“It doesn’t bind you at all, does it?” Connie asked.

“Oh no, not at all.”

They tried on the other bra, Connie repeating the fitting procedure that she’d used with the first bra, then had her model that one for her also.

Rachel decided on the first bra and two pair of very sexy panties. Connie paid for them and then treated Rachel to dinner at a small restaurant on the way home. _____________________________________

Once back at the Taylor home after dinner, Connie convinced Rachel into modeling the whole ensemble for her in the master bedroom because, as she explained, ‘it would be a more comfortable environment.’

“We really need to see how the gown will look without those bra straps, take off your shirt and bra…no, wait. Take off everything, you should try on the whole outfit, gown and lingerie, that way we can really see how good you’ll look.”

Rachel was a bit reluctant at first, but finally agreed, remembering the excitement she’d felt in the dressing room.

She felt a little naughty as she pulled her t-shirt over her head and then shrugged off her bra, her breasts barely dropping after their support was gone. They stood out proudly from her body, punctuated by long, hard, pink nipples sticking out from her silver dollar-sized areolas.

She undid her shorts with trembling fingers and dropped them to the floor. When Rachel slipped off her panties, standing in the middle of the room, nude as the day she was born, she noted that Connie eyed her in a quick, hungry way, with more than a casual interest.

Connie got up and handed Rachel the bra, the girl was standing in the middle of the bedroom, nude, an arm modestly covering her ripe breasts, her other hand covering the vee below her waist.

“Don’t be shy, you have a beautiful body. You shouldn’t hide it. You should be proud of it.” She said, her voice captivating.

Connie gave her the bra, coaxing Rachel into putting on the sexy garment. Nervously, shrugging her shoulders, she took the lingerie, revealing her full breasts and neatly trimmed pussy, her nude body fully exposed. The girl blushed when she realized her nipples were very hard, even her areola seemed engorged and sensitive.

Rachel worked the bra into place, settling her large, firm tits into the garments lacy cups, her little pink nipples poking through the sheer, thin material of the bra.

“Miss Taylor…I mean, Connie, are you sure that this is appropriate?” Rachel asked sweetly, but also a little nervously.

“Rachel, I’m going to be honest with you. I know that you and Scott are sexually active, I don’t have a problem with that, but I can tell you that this lingerie will be very appropriate for what I’m sure will happen between you and Scott after the ball,” she said with a knowing smile.

Rachel thought about it, looked at Connie and simply replied, “Oh, I see what you mean.”

“You’re a beautiful young woman, Rachel.” Connie went on in a quiet, husky voice. “Its no wonder Scott likes you so much. Just look at those nipples, nice and pink, hard and all erect.”

Connie casually reached out, letting her fingers lightly caress the young girls bra encased breasts. Rachel gasped, looked down at her tits, but otherwise stood completely still, caught up in the arousal of the moment, she said nothing, although she couldn’t believe this was happening; yet she allowed Connie to stroke, roll, and pinch her nipples without offering even the slightest of protests. The girl began squirming to Connie’s sustained massaging of her full breasts, a tingle and warmth spreading between her creamy thighs. Rachel moaned a little, a look on her face somewhere between lust and despair.

“Doesn’t that feel good,” Connie whispered, while very gently twisting Rachel’s hard little nipples, “I just love to have my nipples played with like this, do you like it?”

“Y-yes, I think it feels very good. Ooo,” she involuntarily moaned, blushing a deep red all over.

“Would you mind if I kissed you?” The older woman asked while she rolled one of Rachel’s swollen, fat pink nipples between a finger and thumb. Rachel shivered involuntarily from the erotic sensations firing through her body, she felt her pussy getting all hot and creamy.

It took moment for her to pull herself together and reply, “I-I don’t know, I suppose you can, I’ve never kissed another girl before.”

She looked her in the eye just a few inches from the girl’s face, then leaned in and kissed her full on the lips. Rachel was apprehensive, yet very excited and returned the kiss. Her soft lips parted, she flicked her tongue out, meeting Connie’s tongue, fully French kissing each other. Their breathing coming in gasps as lust took over.

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I was all but recovered from yesterday’s hard ass fucking. I had relaxed the rest of the day, spent some time in the pool, Jacuzzi, and steam room…just enjoying the facilities. The next morning I awoke to find a new set of clothes set out for me on the dresser: a leather jockstrap, metal cock ring, leather collar, and a set of nipple clamps, along with a note instructing me to put on my new uniform, and join my second initiator in his private room.

I did as I was told and followed the directions to the room. I knocked on the door and heard a male voice telling me to come on in. I did and shut the door behind me. He was sitting in a chair facing me with his back to the window. He was wearing a pair of tight black leather pants and black leather biker boots. His pants didn’t have a zipper in front, but actually had a removable cod piece held in place by metal snaps. Apparently I stared at his crotch for too long. Because he suddenly grabbed his crotch and asked if I wanted his cock. I then looked up at his face and said yes.

He told me to come to the center of the room, and show myself to him. He told me to turn around, and then bend over. He sat there admiring my ass. He said that he had heard about my romp with the two guys and how they had introduced me to the idea of joining the club, and about my first initiation yesterday. He told me that he was going to have to find out just how much I wanted to join. He told me to come over to him and to get on my knees in front of him. I did. He then told me to lick and worship his boots.

I did and began licking all of the surfaces of his leather boots. I licked them like they were huge cocks. I actually was getting turned on by all of the smells of the leather. He asked me if I wanted his cock in my mouth, and I of course said yes. “Yes, What?” he said. I said, “Yes I want your cock in my mouth.” He then leaned closer to me, and said “Listen you little cock whore, from now on you will answer me by calling me “sir.” Is that understood?”

“Yes Sir” I said without hesitating.

“Now, let’s try this again. Do you want my cock in your mouth, you bitch?”

“Yes Sir, I want you cock in my mouth.”

“Very good.” he said. “But you haven’t earned it yet. And I think you should pay for not calling me sir.” With that he stood up and turned around, so I could tell that he was actually wearing ass-less leather pants. “Now” he said, “Eat my ass!”

I immediately shoved my face between his ass cheeks and plunged my tongue into his waiting hole. He was shaved smooth. I licked all over the surface and then dove right in as far as my tongue would reach. I could hear his moans and groans. his ass was quivering on my tongue, so he was definitely enjoying my rimming session. I used all the knowledge I had from having my ass eaten, and the few asses I had eaten to show him a good time. I was really enjoying the degradation of being told what to do. He seemed to enjoy calling me all sorts of names and I was rock hard at the abuse.

I poured all my attention into his asshole and really drove my tongue in deep. I didn’t realize it, but I started moaning into his asshole as I tongue fucked him. He allowed me to keep eating him for a few minutes more, and casino siteleri then turned around so his crotch was right in my face. “Okay you little, leather slut, come get your master’s cock.” He smashed my face into his crotch and ground his leather clad bulge into me. I licked and sucked him through his leather pants. It was not easy. Those pants were actually pretty thick, but I gave it a lot. Plus all the smell of leather had me really horny.

He then started unsnapping his cod piece. I was still sucking him through the leather. He pulled the cod piece away and whipped out his cock. My mouth was wide open and I brought my head to take his cock. He grabbed my chin and stopped me. “Did I tell you that you could suck my cock, bitch?” “No sir,” I said. “That’s right, bitch. You better learn really fast that I tell you what happens in this room. What you want doesn’t matter. Just because you are a little horny cock whore, don’t think that I won’t just kick your ass out of here if you disobey me.” He scolded me. “Yes sir. I’m sorry sir.” I said with my head down and abashed. He lifted his cock and said, “Now, bitch, lick and suck my balls.”

I leaned in and began to lick his ball sack. He must have recently come from the shower, because I couldn’t taste any sweat. I then took one ball at a time in my mouth and sucked them nicely. He had a hand on my head and was stroking my hair. I took both balls in my mouth at once and sucked them while I worked them both with my tongue. He started moaning again.

Then he pulled his balls out of my mouth and smacked me in the face with his hard cock. He said, “You want this cock, don’t you boy.” “Yes sir,” I said. He had a hold of my chin as he continued to smack my lips and face with his cock. I could feel precum being flung onto my face. He then said, “If you want to suck my cock, you have to ask for the privilege.” I looked up at him and begged, “Please sir, let me suck your cock. I want to suck your cock, sir.” He then started rubbing his cock head against my lips, smearing precum on my lips. I had to force myself not to lick it off.

He looked down at me and ordered me to open my mouth. I did as he ordered. He smirked and plunged it into my throat. He ordered me, “If you really want my cock, then you better do a good job.” I began sucking for all I was worth. I played with his balls all along the way. I would bring my head up so that just his cock head was in my mouth, and suck it as hard as I could while I licked his piss slit with my tongue. I took him all the way into my throat and swallowed, using my throat to massage his cock head…I was getting good at that. He actually threw his head back and screamed, “Holy fuck.” I smiled around his cock and took that as a good sign.

He was really enjoying my attention and I was enjoying his cock. He started to fuck my face and really go deep into my throat. He would go all the way back and I could feel him in my throat. He kept this up for a while and then with a pop, he pulled out. He told me that now he was going to have some of that ass that he has heard so much about. He pulled me to my feet and then pushed me onto the chair, so that I was leaning over it. He then ran his fingers all over my ass cheeks and hole. slot oyna He pushed a few fingers into my ass and felt around massaging my prostate. He then pulled out and squirted some kind of lube onto my hole. He then popped his cock head into my ass. God, I so enjoy that first penetration. He then pulled out.

He did that a few times until I was squirming to keep him inside me. He would push his cock head into my ashole, then remove it. He made me beg him to fuck me, asking “What do you want boy? What do you need?” My head was spinning when I said, “Please fuck my ass sir. I want you to make me your cock bitch sir. I need your cock in my asshole sir.” I wiggled my ass and clinched my asshole needing him to fill me up. He smacked my asshole with his cock and with that he plunged all the way into my ass. He hit my prostate on the first try and made me yelp with delight. I was in total exstacy. He didn’t start out slow, but instead fucked me even harder than the guy yesterday. He would remove his cock completely from my hole, and then plunge back in again.

The chair I was leaned against was rocking back and forth. I was moaning like a whore. I kept saying, “Fuck my ass sir,” over and over again. I kept clinching my ass muscles around his cock and pushing my ass back into him, anything I could think of to work his cock more. I was on the verge of cumming, and could feel him begin to pick up real speed. He grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands and really started fucking me hard. I could hear the slapping sounds as his hips and balls slapped up against my ass, every time he would plunge in. He started to really degrade me by saying what a cock slut I was, and how he was going to use this hole as much as he could. He would call me his personal leather slut, and asked me how I liked that.

I said, “I like that great, sir.” He asked me how does it feel to have my ass used by a real man. I gasped out, “It feels great sir.” He slapped my ass and kept fucking me. The whole time he has his hands on my hips and is really driving his cock deep inside me. He then picks up his speed and depth even more. He was drilling and slamming my asshole with his hard cock. Then he turns me around so my back is in the chair and I am facing him. He slams his cock back into my ass. I start moaning again loudly. I can’t help it. I start saying, “Fuck my asshole, sir. Fuck me good and deep. Oh god, you feel good in my ass.”

The chair legs are rocking back and forth. We are in danger of falling to the floor. I vaguely am aware of this. I wonder briefly if we do knock the chair over, if I can keep his cock buried in my ass as we fall down. I wonder if when we hit the floor, will that impact drive his cock deeper into me? But we don’t fall down. He grabs the chairs arms and uses them to steady us. He is really fucking me. I have a hold of his biceps and my legs are on his shoulders. His balls keep smacking my ass as his cock plunges in and out of my needy asshole. He starts to breathe hard and his eyes shut. I know that he is about to cum inside me.

I pull him deep into me and really tighten my ass muscles. I want to feel him cum. He doesn’t disappoint. He slams his cock in really deep and shouts, “Fuck!” I feel his cock explode with cum. I feel canlı casino siteleri jet after jet of hot cum hit the insides of my asshole. I moan at the feeling of his seed inside me. He slowly keeps pumping his cock in and out of my hole. I am breathing hard and covered in sweat. I still have a hold of his biceps. He is still fucking me, but now lowly. His cock is semi hard. He keeps the pace slow and steady.

I realize I have not touch me cock during all of this. I look down and see that it is painfully erect. “Oh well.” I think and mentally shrug, “He never did tell me to touch myself.” I then smirk and wonder if I can get him hard again. I start to grind my ass into him and tighten and then relax my ass muscles. This has the desired effect on him. He groans loudly and says, “Shit boy. You really can’t get enough cock, can you.” I smirk and say, “I’ll take whatever sir chooses to give me.” With that I clinch my asshole as tight as I can and again grind into him. I can feel him growing hard again.

He now goes at a steady rhythm and speed. He is fucking me excruciatingly slow. I am pulling him into me as he fucks me. He stays steady but goes deep into me. He is really working me over. It feels like his cock is pushing his hot cum deeper into me. I smile at the thought of that. His eyes are closed and his mouth is open. I can hear a moan building in him. He then jams hard into me. I gasp and moan loudly and the suddenness of his thrust. I really should have seen that coming. He then starts fucking me as hard and fast as he can. I am pulling him deep into me and just enjoying the deep anal drilling I am receiving.

His face screws up into a scowl. I know I am about to receive another load of cum in my ass. I clinch my asshole, ready to receive his seed. But he then pulls out of my ass, and shoved me down onto my knees and forced my mouth back onto his cock. I can taste my own cum on his hard tool. He tells me that he was going to shoot his load all the way into my throat. He tells me to start sucking his head, just his head. He says I better not stop. I suck him as hard as I can. I want to please him and I am so turned on by being used and abused, that he could do just about anything to me now. I began sucking his cock head hard and licking his piss slit. I felt his cock head swell and knew he was close. He withdrew his cock from my mouth, and told me to open my mouth as wide as I could. I did as commanded and he aimed his cock into my mouth and jerked it once or twice before he erupted all of his juices into my mouth.

I caught all of it in my mouth and had to swallow as fast as I could to keep from spilling any. He then placed it back in my mouth and ordered me to finish him off. “I want you to suck all of the cum out of my cock, you little slut.”

I did and got a few more drops of his cum, and swallowed it all. He shuddered and again withdrew his cock. He walked over to the door and opened it, and said, “That’s enough, for now. Now go back to your room and wait for further instructions. And you had better not so much as touch your cock. I want you to build up a good load because we have lots more in store for you.”

I left and walked back to my room, I could feel his cum inside my asshole sloshing around as I walked. I had to walk weird trying to get my balls to stop hurting from all of the cum built up. I got back to my room and took a nice long shower and waited for my next round of initiation…

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Part 14 – Trust And Friendship

The next morning I awoke to the alarm. Amy and I were in our normal spooning position. I could hear Amy moaning as she awoke, and then felt her move as she tried frantically to switch off the alarm. Once she was finally successful, I turned around to face her. I leaned in and kissed her gently.

“Morning Amy, sleep well?”

“All the better to wake up with you.” And returned the kiss.

“Shower?” She smiled and shook her head. “Fuck?” She smiled and nodded her head vigorously.

“God, once we are in bed, you have sex on the brain.”

“I don’t see you complaining, besides lying next to you, both of us naked, just drives me wild.”

“I have to agree.” And I grabbed her hand and pushed it between my legs. “Believe me now?”

“Well whatever you tell me, I will believe you, but proving it sometimes helps.” She kissed me and her fingers began to move inside of me. “So can I try that new thing I wanted to do last night?”

“Sure, if you think we have time, if it works for me, I can try it with you if you want.”

“I will hold you to that. Something that always seemed too erm, dirty, I have so wanted to try with you, especially last night. So if you don’t mind, get on your knees.” I did as she asked, with not a doubt of trust. If she asked me to piss on her right now I would have. Anything she wanted she could have. So I got on my knees, her fingers came out of me, but then she parted my legs slightly and returned her fingers to there warm home.

“Your fingers feel so good in me, what’s the view like?” Amy didn’t respond. I looked back and Amy just looked like she was drooling at the sight of my ass. What a reaction, even better when I wiggled my ass from side to side, watching her eyes hypnotically follow its movement.

“God you have a great ass, just right.” Her spare hand began to caress both cheeks, pinching them, rubbing them and at the end gave each cheek a little slap. “Oh so soft and luscious.”

“What are you going to do?”

“This.” And with that she used the spare hand to separate my cheeks and started to lick my asshole as her fingers began to speed up. It was a curious feeling for sure, but it was such a turn on. I moaned loudly, and then my head buried itself into my pillow, muffling the screams.

“Oh fuck Amy, this feels so good.” I tired to keep my ass still to keep her mouth in place, but with her fingers inside of me I had to move slightly, but Amy kept up and we managed to keep a rhythm going. “Your tongue is such an expert at many things.” I told her as I got closer to my orgasm. My movements became harder and more erratic, but Amy kept up the best she good and I got closer, and closer, and closer, until finally.

“AMYYYYYYY.” And then collapsed on the bed, this time managing to stay awake, but wow. “Oh fuck Amy that was good.” Once my breathing steadied, I sat up, and pointed at Amy to do the same. This brought a smile to her beautiful face; even with bed head, which only made her look cuter. I crawled on my knees to get behind her. Her ass was perfect; I rubbed it and slapped it hard, that created a little moan from Amy, something to remember for later, but for now, I spread her legs and slipped my fingers into her, 3 of them, I then looked at the clock and it was nearly 7. As my fingers moved I spread her ass cheeks looking at her hole. I wasn’t even nervous, I just dived in and started licking her hole, after a few minutes I even managed to push my tongue inside a little. This seemed to really excite Amy as she grabbed my hand from underneath, to tell me that she wanted my hand to really fuck her.

“You like this don’t you baby, you like my tongue slip into your asshole.” All she could do was moan in reply, very loudly as I returned my tongue. I managed to move harder into her, and even towards the end, managed to put all 4 fingers inside of her. This really drove her to the edge, but not before her moans had affected me so much, that I managed to rub my pussy against the back of her leg.

“Oh fuck Amy, I am close.” Amy then screamed and a short while later so did I. And we both collapsed into each other. casino siteleri It was nearly 7.15 and we had to move. Slowly I managed to get on my feet and helped Amy up, dragging her into the shower, which would have to be very quick. Amy left quickly, after brushing her teeth, wrapped in her towel as she had to go next door to her room for her clothes. Shortly afterwards I was finished, I quickly got dried and dressed, my hair was still damp but would have to do. As I made my way downstairs for breakfast. Amy was already finishing her breakfast, but looked very smart in casual trouser suit.

“What did you want to tell me last night Amy about Melissa?” I asked as I started on my own breakfast. Mom and dad were just finishing there morning coffee.

“Well if you can talk to Melissa before lunch, about meeting us here, maybe you could meet me at my classroom at lunchtime, so she can meet me before tonight, put her at ease about talking to a teacher?” replied Amy.

“Amy that sounds like a good idea I was going to talk to her soon when I meet her before school.” I agreed.

“Amy, not that I think it is a bad idea. But as you know some of the other teachers like Melissa’s mum, so I think that you should be cautious, if any of them saw you talking to Melissa, Monica may find out and question your reasons why.”

“Oh shit, I never thought of that, god there is no easy way of doing this without it being here.” Said Amy, apologising for cursing. Mom waved of the apology, but sadly agreed.

“Sophie, when you talk to Melissa, try to be as discrete as possible, but let her know we are here only to help nothing more, don’t give too much away about what we will talk about, just ask that we will explain all if she is willing to meet us.” I nodded in agreement. Amy soon left giving me a kiss on the lips and spoke in my ear, so that no one else could here.

“I love you Sophie, this morning your tongue did fantastic work. I’ll see you later in class.” She kissed me again, said goodbye to our parents, before heading out the door.

“Mom, dad, Amy said the nicest thing last night. She is very happy to be part of this family and that you have adopted her, that she wants to change her name to Amy Green.”

“Really?” asked mom. I nodded. “Mark, maybe you can find out what she would need to do, if that is really what she wants to do?”

“And I thought this week was going to be quiet at work.” Dad chuckled.

“Thank you both for all your support, it means so much to both of us, and hopefully Melissa.” Soon we all helped tidy up the kitchen and headed out. Again Melissa was waiting when I reached her house. I still had not caught a glimpse of either of Melissa’s family, not that I wanted to. As we walked I approached the subject of coming to my house.

“Melissa, do you think your mum minds that you hang around with me?” I asked timidly.

“Actually, she doesn’t really know, I have not told her.” She replied.

“Can I ask why, not that I feel that not telling them about me makes me feel any less a friend. I just want to know, so that I don’t feel like I am getting you in trouble if I am your friend.”

“Sophie, it’s not you, it’s me, she has no idea who I am anymore. She never listens or pays attention to what I have said to her in years, so now I just don’t bother. She does not seem at all interested in what I do.”

“Well do you think you could come to my house tonight?” I offered

“What?” She seemed shocked at the suggestion.

“Well I want to be friends with you, and spend more time with you at my house, that’s what friends do, and I don’t think I would enjoy it at your house. Sorry.”

“It is ok, I wouldn’t want to go to my house either, you really want me to visit your home, what will your parents say, they may know my mum and want you to stay away from me?”

“To be honest with you, my parents suggested you visit. They want to meet you. I told them about you last night and as I said I mentioned about finding your father and about getting you away from your mum.”

“After all you told them, they still want me to come home with you tonight?”

“They have slot oyna some ideas, but would like you to discuss it with them directly, if you can trust them?”

“That sounds wonderful; you and your family sound great, I only wish mine could be that way.”

“But there is something else Melissa. Someone else I want you to talk to, but you have to promise to keep it a secret?”

“Who is it?”

“Remember I told you about someone else who had a bad life with her parents and people around her, she told me she really wants to also help you, but telling you about her would mean you cannot tell anyone. I want to trust you Melissa and if you say you will keep it a secret, then I will tell you?”

“I promise that I will never tell anyone about anything, if you don’t want me to. Whatever you say to me stays between us. Unless like yesterday either of us asks permission to tell others.”

“That is all I needed to here. My parents know a teacher at school, and kind of adopted her, because of her past, she has not been able to trust people and spent the past 12 years practically alone, no friends or anything. So about a week ago my parents offered her room at home to stay, to support her, like I have with you. We all need help sometimes and so far my parents have done me very proud. They really want to help you and my teacher.”

“Your parents sound even better, I really can’t wait to meet them and who is the teacher?” Asked Melissa.

“Miss Taylor, my English teacher.”

“I have never had her as a teacher, but I do know who you mean. I see her in the library a lot. I don’t see her with many teachers; I suppose having no friends makes you give up on people. But if she wants to help also, then obviously you and your parents have helped her very much.”

“We have, Amy has changed so much in a week, for the better.”

“Amy, is that her first name?” I can’t believe I let that one slip.

“Yes, erm, I call her Amy when were in the house, we have become really good friends, like sisters.”

“So does she help with your homework, I am terrible with English, she could help me when I visit?”

“Actually at home we are Amy and Sophie, not teacher student, so a part from asking how our day went, school is never, ever mentioned. This is very important to me that Amy is treated as a friend, not a teacher, I don’t mean to sound harsh, but it must remain secret that Amy is not mentioned at school; especially that she lives with a student and her family. Please understand that we are trying to help each other and I really believe Amy can help you.”

“If it is that important to you Sophie, Amy’s name will never leave my lips outside your home, unless like now when we can talk without others listening. But at school, don’t worry, I don’t interact with teachers accept in class, so even though I might see her, I will just ignore her. I hope she understands that I mean nothing by it.”

“She won’t, we do the same, like this morning I have a class with her first thing, but we just act like normal in school, she is the teacher, I am the student. Nothing more.” I finished as we had just arrived at school, I think I told her enough, none of it really a lie.

“So want to meet for lunch later at the usual place, and we could discuss me meeting your family tonight?” She asked

“That would be great, till later then.” This time she hugged me, which I returned before we went our separate ways.

As I entered class, I caught Amy’s eye, and sent the message silently that things with Melissa were OK; surprisingly she seemed to understand as did I as she gave me one slight nod before returning to look around at the other students. I took my seat as normal at the back as we went over Monday’s homework. We had a group discussion about what we understood about the play we were reading. Then wrote some notes about what the class had discussed, before the bell finally went. I wasn’t last to leave but I did say a quick bye to Miss Taylor and left for double science. After science I grabbed another sandwich and drink from the canteen before joining Melissa at our usual lunch spot.

“Did you speak to Amy about the canlı casino siteleri meeting tonight?” Asked Melissa

“No, as I said anything of a personal nature, is only discussed at home, not during school.”

“Sorry, I should have realised that.”

“Don’t apologise for asking a question, were friends now, keeping secrets and sneaking around is all new to you, so if you don’t understand anything, ask, and if I don’t understand something, I will ask you or discuss it at home with my family.”

“In the 3 days I have known you, I have been so happy. I really wondered at one point why I even bothered with friends in the first place. But I realised since being friends with you, what true friendship is. All those other people who stopped being my friend years ago were not really my friends, if they had come to me and told me about why they had to end the friendship, I believe that maybe I could have at least felt they still wanted to be friends but that there parents influence was too strong to go against. But that is all in the past now, and being here with you, knowing that no matter what you will remain my friend through all my faults, makes me believe that life is finally worth something.”

“It is hard to meet someone you connect with and to stick by each other. What we have is special; being with you really makes my day. I get so excited to leave home in the morning so I can meet you, or when we meet for lunch. And when I get to walk home with you, I feel relaxed and very happy for the company.”

“So I guess having the teacher living with you is your big secret?” Asked Melissa.

“I won’t lie and say it is, I have other secrets, but unfortunately I can’t discuss them with you for a while.” This saddened Melissa. “Melissa I know we promised no secrets between us, that friendship is built on not keeping secrets, but there are things that I know, I have trouble dealing with and that I have made promises to other people to not reveal them. Please understand that in a way I am protecting you from knowing certain things, but I will tell you soon and you will be the first I tell. There will be a time where a secret can be a burden more than a responsibility, and this secret I have, I do not which to keep secret for much longer, but I did promise that I would keep it, until a time when people can know. Please believe me; I don’t want to lose you Melissa.” She had a tear in her eye as did I, then we hugged.

“I do believe you Sophie, I guess I thought I would know everything about you, but you also have integrity if you are willing to keep your promise not only to me but to others as well. You are a great friend, the best, and you mean a lot to me. What you have done is given me complete faith and trust in you. So whenever you want to tell me or if it is never, I understand, I suppose some things are worth hiding.”

“They are and thank you for understanding.” We quietly ate our lunch, not only digesting the food, but the information we had given each other. After we had finished eating, lunchtime was nearly over.

“Sophie, when we meet after school, it will be OK if I come over to your house?”

“Yes, I would love for you to meet my family; I have never had a friend over.”

“Never?” I shook my head.

“No. But things are better now I have you, you can come whenever you want. You can even stay for dinner if you want?”

“That sounds so nice, I can’t believe how excited I am, even though it maybe a tough night when we discuss my mum and stuff.”

“Whatever happens tonight is about what you want, so if we talk about it, it will only be if you agree. Don’t think I am just inviting you to talk with my parents. We can just hang out in my room, play on the computer or listen to music. We could read or just talk all afternoon. Whatever happens, I don’t want to force you into doing anything you do not want to, and neither will my parents nor Amy. They all just want to get to know you better because you are important to me, and as friends, help you if we can or if you want?”

“You are so wonderful; you speak so much from the heart it amazes me. OK then, I’ll meet you at the front gates and go to your house together and see how things go.”

“Agreed.” We hugged again before going our separate ways to class. I would see her one more time in music class before meeting at the front gates.

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Casey sighed, licking the cappuccino froth from her plastic teaspoon and leaning back in her chair.

“I don’t know, chickie. Sex with Justin is fantastic, but…”

“But you want to try something new, right?” Tara, as usual, could read her best friend’s mind like a book.

“Exactly!” Casey exclaimed. “How did you know?”

“Well, before me and Craig broke up, we talked about stuff like that.”

“Stuff like what?” Casey’s ears pricked up.

It was Sunday, known to the young women as ‘CafeDay,’ because it was the only day both friends had free from work. As a managerial type, Tara worked the 9-5, M-S shifts, while as a model for Mens’ magazines, Casey was busy most nights. They were seated in a small booth in a trendy café on the Queen Street Mall, drinking fashionable cappuccinos and catching up on a week’s worth of gossip.

“Unusual stuff, stuff that you don’t get to do every day, that kind of thing.” Tara admitted.

“Tara, babe, you’re going to have to be more specific.” Tara, looked away, slightly embarrassed.

“Ok, just check out this club,” she said quickly, handing a small, lavender business card to her friend. “I know a girl at the office whose cousin works there.” Tara said by way of explanation, before quickly standing up.

“You leaving already?” Casey asked, disappointed at their weekly meeting being cut suddenly short.

“Yeah, sorry chickie. Blind lunch date.” She shrugged apologetically, rolling her eyes in obvious code for my mother set me up – again. Casey giggled.

“Have fun. Don’t stay up too late!”

“Oh, I won’t. Believe me.” Tara grinned, grimaced, and left. As she walked away, Casey examined the laminated card in her hand.

“House of Venus?” She wondered. Well, it might be worth mentioning to Justin. After all, Tara had said it was unusual, and she needed a surprise for their two-year anniversary next Saturday.

* * *

“Hey baby?” Casey asked, rolling over in bed to rest her chin on Justin’s naked chest, tweaking his nipple gently.

“Hmmm?” Justin groaned, a sweet, post-lovemaking smile plastered on his face.

“Babe, have you heard of a club called ‘House of Venus’?” she asked. Justin shook his head sleepily.

“Is it some kind of boutique?”

“I don’t think so, Tara gave me this business card on CafeDay, she was kind of embarrassed about having it, I think. Wanna go check it out?”

“When?”

“What about Saturday night? I want to do something different for our anniversary. Something special.”

“Ok sweetie, whatever you want.”

“Aw…” Casey grinned, and curled up against Justin’s warm body to sleep.

* * *

Saturday night rolled around, and Casey and Justin prepared to go out. The plan was to share a romantic dinner at Manicis’, hit their regular club for a few hours, then check out ‘House of Venus’ to investigate. The dinner was amazing. Justin had arranged a candle-lit table by the window with a seaside view, and over desert, presented her with a beautiful ruby drop-pendant on a liquid-silver chain, which he fastened gently around her slender neck. Having already phoned the enquiries number on the business card, Casey knew just what was in store for her lover that evening, and promised that he would have his present soon.

After the meal, Casey and Justin met up with a few friends at the Sly Fox Inn, and spent the next few hours sipping cocktails and rum-and-cokes respectively. At 11:30, the pair politely excused themselves, among catcalls and lewd suggestions, and laughingly, caught a cab to the address printed on the card.

They paid the fare and found themselves out the front of a huge mirrored warehouse, similar to the one where Casey’s first modelling job had taken place.

“Well, this brings back memories.” Justin commented, remembering their first meeting as model and photographer. Casey just smiled at him, and led him through the door to the counter.

The woman behind the glass counter wore nothing except a sheer black negligee on her perfectly formed body. She smiled at the couple as they approached her. Justin cleared his throat nervously and looked to his girlfriend. This was not what he had expected.

“Name please?” The woman asked in French-tipped accent.

“Oh, of course. The reservation’s under Casey.” Casey said. The woman checked her reservation book and smiled.

“This way please.”

The three stepped through a heavy black curtain, and into a brightly lit hall. Justin was a little worse for the alcohol he’d consumed, and his eyes wandered to the woman’s perfectly rounded ass cheeks as she sashayed in front of them. Casey, who had deliberately stayed fairly sober, felt a small pang of jealousy. Justin, able to sense her feelings, quickly squeezed her hand and kissed her on the cheek. He smiled at her.

“Your ass is much nicer.” He whispered.

The woman ushered them into a small room, then followed.

“Welcome to the ‘House of Venus.’ My name is Jacqueline, and I will be your casino siteleri host this evening.” Jacqueline smiled. “Is this your first visit to our couples only exclusive club?” Casey nodded.

“Yeah, it’s our anniversary. I wanted to do something different.”

“Well, then, I had better explain the procedure.” Their host smiled. “From here, I will lead you to the bathrooms, where you will be bathed and cleaned. From there, you will enter the viewing room. I will meet you there to discuss your options. I do not want to ruin your evening by revealing all too soon. Follow me please.”

Jacqueline led the way down the hall, to an elaborate bathroom. As it was in Roman time, there was a huge sunken, steaming pool in the centre of the room. Other couples were sitting together, being lavishly soaped by young men and women in skimpy swimwear. Jacqueline asked them to strip down, then took their clothes to a locker and left them alone.

“Would you care for something from the Substance Bar?” A feminine voice asked from their left. Casey and Justin followed the voice to find a blonde woman, dressed just like Jacqueline only in red, standing behind a plush bar. Justin had quickly sobered up from the shock, and asked the pretty lady what she meant.

“Your Substance Bar allowance in included in the cover charge, which I am informed, has already been paid. We do not serve any addictive drugs, but you are welcome to help yourself to what we do make available.” Selecting a joint each, Casey and Justin smoked to relax their nerves. Both were naked, and feeling self-conscious.

They allowed a young man and woman to lead them to the bath. The water was delightfully hot, and they sat hand in hand as their bathers lathered sweet-smelling soaps and oils all over their naked bodies. Feeling the effects of the pot, Casey became more adventurous, and leaned over to kiss her lover, sliding her body onto his and pressing her lips gently against his neck. Their bathers giggled at them, prised them apart and handed them bathrobes to slip into.

“Enjoy your evening.” They chorused, as the ushered the couple through yet another door and onto a balcony.

Jacqueline was waiting for them.

“I trust you enjoyed that?” Casey nodded dopily.

“Where are we babe?” Justin whispered loudly in her ear.

“We’re in heaven baby.” Casey replied. Jacqueline motioned them closer to the balcony, and for the first time they could hear moaning on the floor below. Curious, they peeked over the balcony and gasped simultaneously.

In one corner there was one huge bed, roughly the size of six king size beds. In the other corner was a huge, steamy hot tub. Stationed all around were sexual apparatuses. But the most amazing thing was that, everywhere the eye could see, there were beautiful, sexy men and women, orally stimulating each other.

“As you can see,” Jacqueline began, “our employees are not permitted to have intercourse with one another. This must be saved for the clients. However, they must spend their free time stimulating each other to ensure that they are ready to serve a client at any time.” Casey and Justin just stared, unable to believe their eyes. “From your booking I see that you have a Class C Reservation. You are therefore entitled to select only two of our employees for your pleasure, and are limited to one man only.” Jacqueline continued.

Justin looked at Casey in wonder.

“Is she serious? Did you know about this?” he asked her.

“Some of it, yes. I didn’t know about the procedure or anything, I just knew there was sex involved.” Justin frowned suspiciously.

“Is this about wanting to have sex with another guy?” he asked.

“No! Sweetie, this is your anniversary gift. No other men, only girls.”

“Three girls?” Justin’s drug-fucked mind was quick to comprehend.

“You pick one, and I pick one.” Casey suggested.

They browsed what was on offer for ten or so minutes.

“All right. I choose her.” Casey pointed to a pretty Asian girl with long silky dark hair. She was currently standing in the spa, expertly gliding her tongue around another girl’s pink pussy, making her moan and writhe on the edge of the tub. True to form, Justin soon selected a busty blonde, her sexy lips wrapped tightly around the huge cock of one of the men.

“Splendid.” Jacqueline announced. “This way please.”

Again, Casey and her boyfriend were led away through another door, and down a hall and into a luxurious apartment, complete with big-screen television, a lounge room, bedroom and bathroom.

“Enjoy your evening.” Jacqueline smiled, and left.

Justin turned to his girlfriend.

“Are you sure you want to do this? How much did this cost you?” He asked her, his face creasing in worry. Casey smiled reassuringly.

“Babe, don’t fret.” She told him. “I’ve wanted to try something different for a long time. It’ll be fun, ok? Just promise you’ll save your ‘special stuff’ for me, ok?”

“Promise. I love you Casey.”

“Aw…I love slot oyna you too Justin.”

They kissed, but broke apart when they heard the door open. The women they had selected walked in wearing sheer negligees that seemed to pass as the uniform here. The blonde in black, the Asian girl in white. As Casey and Justin were already sitting on the lounge, the girls sat on the opposite side, stunning legs crossed demurely.

“Hi, I’m Alaska,” the blonde began, “and this is Sia.” She said, indicating her Asian companion.

“I’m Casey, and this is Justin.” Casey completed the introductions.

“I’m told you two are partial to pot, so we brought some with us.” Sia produced two joints, and lit the first one, inhaling deeply and holding her breath, before turning to Alaska and kissing her deeply, exhaling to fill her lungs with the sweet smoke. Beneath the bathrobe, Casey saw Justin become rigid. Taking the initiative, she moved to the other couch, took the joint and took a drag, sharing it with Sia when she was done. Justin moaned, seeing his girlfriend’s glossy lips pressed against Sia’s naturally dark lips turned him onto new heights.

Alaska moved beside him, and offered him the second joint. He felt a little guilty about sharing it with her, but watching Casey and Sia swap smoke, their tongues darting into each other’s mouths made him forget any misgivings. Obviously his girlfriend wanted him to have fun. He pulled Alaska into his lap and shared the entire joint with her shiny red lips.

Casey meanwhile had finished her joint with Sia, and now the girls were kissing passionately. Sia’s hands moved downward and she untied the tie on Casey’s bathrobe, slipping the garment from her shoulders. Naked, but for her necklace, Casey shivered as the cold pricked up her pink nipples.

“Mmm…” Sia moaned, urging Casey onto her back on the leather couch, before pressing her own semi-naked form on top of her. Propped up on her elbows, Sia kissed Casey’s mouth and neck, gliding her tongue over Casey’s collarbones. Casey groaned in her drug-heightened pleasure, as Sia moved downwards, swirling her tongue over Casey’s firm breasts before taking a stiff nipple in between her brown lips and biting gently. Casey yelped in pleasure.

Justin, hearing his girlfriend’s cry, looked over to see if she was all right.

“Oh, God…” he uttered. He had never imagined that such a sight could turn him on so much. His girlfriend being pleasured by another beautiful woman. He imagined that he could feel real pleasure on his cock. Looking down, he realised it was not imaginary. Whilst he had been distracted, Alaska had moved his bathrobe to the sides, and was gently stroking his impressive length with her slender, red-manicured fingers.

“Mmm…Justin, your cock is so beautiful. May I taste it?” She asked sweetly. Seeing that Sia had discovered Casey’s favourite pleasure – sucking one nipple whilst rubbing the other simultaneously, he figured it would be fine.

“Sure you can.” He replied.

Alaska slid off the couch, kneeling in her black negligee in front of Justin. She licked her pouty lips, before sliding his stiff length all the way down her throat in one go. Justin gasped. He had known she was a professional but this was an incredible feat. His cock was a thick, eight-inch number and even Casey, experienced as she was, had to work it down gradually.

His moans caused Casey to glance over at her lover. She bristled with jealousy momentarily, until Sia moved up to her mouth again.

“You know,” Sia whispered, “I bet he’d enjoy that more if we helped Alaska out. That’s too much cock for just one girl.” Casey grinned, knowing that what Sia was suggesting was Justin’s ultimate fantasy.

“Don’t I know it.”

The girls scrambled over to the other couch, and positioned themselves on either side of Justin. He was leaning back with his eyes closed, and didn’t seem to notice a change until he felt three clear tongues, running up and down his throbbing shaft.

“Oh, wow…” he groaned, stroking their heads each in turn, running his fingers through first black, then blonde then brunette hair.

After a few minutes of licking, Alaska stood up and suggested they retire to the bedroom. Justin almost howled with disappointment, but reluctantly agreed. As he slowly stood, regaining his other senses, the girls all ran ahead of him and dived into the huge waterbed. Justin slowly followed, but paused at the door, seeing that Casey and Sia had resumed kissing, and Alaska was lying behind his girlfriend, tweaking her nipples and nibbling gently on her neck and shoulders. Casey was moaning loudly into Sia’s mouth.

“Justin? Are you going to join us?” Alaska asked. Justin stroked himself and shook his head reluctantly.

“I just want to watch a bit.” He explained.

“Don’t waste your energy baby.” Casey reminded him.

Alaska slipped the straps of her black negligee from her shoulders, and pressed her naked breasts against Casey’s back. On the other side, Sia did canlı casino siteleri the same. Justin moaned as his girlfriend pressed breast-to-breast with Sia, her arms snaking around the Asian girl to slide the white negligee up to expose her beautiful naked ass. As if on cue, Sia rolled Casey onto her back, and she and Alaska removed their only clothing, before taking a nipple in each mouth.

Alaska then concentrated solely on Casey’s breasts, while Sia moved between her legs, opening her up and admiring Casey’s shaved pussy, glistening with her juices.

“How do you taste, sweetie?” asked Sia, bending her head to Casey’s pussy and flicking her tongue over her little clit. Casey squealed as Sia began to eat her gently, licking, kissing and gently sucking on her clit and lips, and sliding alternate fingers into her moist pussy. Alaska was sucking on her nipples, sending little sharp waves of pleasure all through her body. It was all too much, and within a matter of minutes Casey was screaming as she came hard enough to equal her best orgasm at Justin’s hands.

Seeing his girlfriend writing on the bed under Sia and Alaska was inviting, and Justin moved to sit beside them, still absently stroking his cock. As he sat down the waterbed rippled, causing the now kneeling Alaska to fall headfirst into his lap.

“What have we here?” she asked, before sliding her mouth over his length. Justin groaned. Casey lay back on the bed, momentarily spent, as Sia joined her blonde companion, taking turns sliding their heads along and around Justin’s cock, tongues darting out and circling his head. Then Alaska would suck gently on the head, whilst Sia licked his thick shaft. They then swapped, and Sia began deep-throating him whilst Alaska ran her tongue over his smooth, shaved balls, gently pulling one, then the other, then both into her eager mouth. Sia made a growling noise in her throat, her vocal chords vibrating against Justin’s throbbing dick, sending delightful waves of pleasure down to his toes. The bed rippled again as Casey, feeling left out, pulled her lover onto his back and began to suck firmly on his small hard nipples, adding to the already intense sensations pulsing through his body.

“Oh, god…I’m gonna cum real soon…” Justin groaned, his face contorted with pleasure. Casey joined Sia and Alaska, taking turns sucking him into their mouths. Justin could hold it in no longer, and with a yell he released his pent-up seed, bathing all three girls faces with his sticky cum. Eyes half-closed, he watched, transfixed, as Alaska began licking Casey’s then Sia’s face clean, then Sia cleaned Alaska, then all three girls turned their attention back to his still hard-cock.

“Oh, no more…” Justin pleaded as Alaska slid him down her throat again.

“But baby,” Casey crooned, sliding up beside him, “we aren’t done with you yet.” Justin kissed her deeply.

“I love you, you know that, don’t you?” Casey smiled.

“Of course. Would we be here if I wasn’t sure?”

“I guess we woah! Oh god!” Justin cried. While Alaska had been bringing him back to life, Sia had climbed on top of him, and was now facing the other way, slowly riding his cock. Alaska straddled him in front of her, and the two girls kissed passionately, fondling each other’s naked bodies.

Then, with a thrust, they swapped, Sia slid back and was replaced by Alaska, sliding Justin’s cock into her tight, wet pussy. Intrigued, Casey sat up to watch, and Justin groaned as the pleasure threatened to take him to new heights. The girls swapped again, working in perfect unison as Justin’s rigid cock slipped from Alaska’s pussy to immediately find its way back to Sia’s snug sex. Twice more they swapped, before both dismounted, beckoning to Justin as they slid off the bed and kneeled before it, arching their backs invitingly. Casey joined them, urging her lover to come fuck her from behind, the way she liked it best.

Justin quickly obliged, ramming his cock into Casey’s aching pussy. She screamed, as he thrust his sizeable length in and out of her with such force and enthusiasm. He gripped her ass in his hands, pulling her towards him with every stroke. Presently, he became aware that Alaska and Sia were groaning in impatience.

“Oh yes Justin,” Sia groaned from beside Casey, “come do me now.”

“Yeah, that looks so good. Please fuck me.” Begged Alaska.

Reluctantly, Justin withdrew from his girlfriend, and slid himself into Sia, then Alaska. Alternating between each girl at random, feeling he slightly different sensations each dripping pussy had to offer. He was a kid in a toystore, sampling all the delights they had to offer him.

Alaska decided it was time to change positions. Taking charge, she stood up, pulling Casey with her, then lay her down on the bed, legs dangling over the side. She opened Casey’s legs wide, then lay on top of her straddling her waist and opening her pussy lips so that their clits rubbed deliciously against each other. Sia told Justin to leave her, and suggested that he fuck the other two. Justin kneeled before them, and was able to slip his hungry cock into either girl as they ground their pussies together, mouths locked together, sucking wildly on each other’s lips and tongue.

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“So what did she want?”

There was no reason for Brandon to lie to them, and every reason for him to be proud of himself so he spent told them what she’d said, how she’d said it too. He left out how she’d looked at him and when asked he made sure the pepper his answers with a few not to subtle references to how sexy she was. They were all clearly thinking the same thing occasionally making much cruder comments than Brandon was comfortable with.

Eventually everybody settled down to finish the last few hours of their shifts. Brandon who’d already told the others about his business meeting (which had since morphed into a date with the boss. Actually it didn’t morph, they’d corrected him immediately) had cut out early so he had enough time to stop by the bathroom and make sure he still looked okay and then spend a little time on the phone with his girlfriend since it was a Friday night and he was going to have to explain why he wasn’t going to be home.

Kim took it a little better than he’d expected, which meant she wasn’t screaming at him over the phone. There were no threats about dumping him or how she was going to spend the night hanging out with Sean like she always did when she wanted to make him jealous. She teased him a little when he described her. Apparently the only time he used the world ‘elegant’ to describe a woman was when he found her truly attractive and didn’t want Kim to find out. Once she’d had her fun she congratulated him on a job well done and told him to make sure he nailed the job interview and she expected him to make it up to her next week since he’d gotten such a generous bonus for his hard work.

He’d only just hung up the phone when Ms. Chang’s limo pulled around to the front of the office and the driver came over to open the door for him. “Get in.”

Ms. Chang had changed from the pinstriped pant suit into a slinky black dress for the evening. It was difficult not to notice how the fabric clung to her crossed legs and impossible not to follow her foot as it rocked back and forth. “Thank you for taking me to dinner Ms. Chang.” Brandon said trying to break the silence.

Ms. Chang let the silence last a few beats longer while his eyes moved up to pausing briefly on her breasts, then her throat finally her eyes. She was smiling when he reached her face so she either hadn’t noticed or hadn’t minded that he’d just checked her out. casino siteleri Probably the former, old women just weren’t used to men looking at them and if she’d noticed she would have chastised him. That was just the kind of woman that she was.

“It’s no problem at all. I like to take my workers out to eat. It’s always nice to get to know them away from the office. Find out who they really are.” She leaned forward slightly. “You’ve got a sharp mind and a gift for computers. Your father is absolutely correct in his assessment of your skills but there is more to working at Tepestech than just being a skilled programmer. We’re kind of like a family. I need to know that you’d be the kind of person who could be part of my family.” The way she rolled her tongue on the last word was distracting. Distracting enough that Brandon didn’t catch most of the next sentence. “-do you understand?”

Brandon had no idea what had been said but he knew from experience that it was never wrong to nod and agree with whatever had just been said. That would never fail you and it didn’t this time. She smiled back and her driver opened the door letting them both out and then drove away.

“Your usual?” The greeter asked and Julie told him it was. He smiled offering the slightest bow to her and Brandon. “Follow me.”

Brandon had only heard of Diablo’s it was a bit of a legend, the kind of place that everybody in Sunridge claimed they’d been at least once but nobody had ever actually been. “Wow, you eat here often?”

“Once a week, though usually it’s alone.” She answered allowing the greeter to help her into her seat before retreating back to his post. “I don’t always have the good fortune of company. Now sit, it’s on me so no need to worry about the price of anything. You were telling me earlier that your father thinks you have a gift, you gave me all the answers that I would expect a young man trying to make his father proud would give. Just between us what do you want?”

You. “I do enjoy working with computers, I’m not sure if it’s really something I want to do with my life if I’m being completely honest with you.” She was grinning again. That predatory grin that reminded him of the way a tiger looked right before it pounced. “I mean I haven’t really done anything, I had a summer job working for KFC last year but this is my first real job and it’s not even a paying job.” He swallowed. slot oyna “Generous bonuses of course aside Ms. Chang.”

“Of course. And call me Julie. We’re off the clock. There is a time for work and a time for pleasure.”

“Can I get you two drinks?” Brandon hadn’t noticed the waiter until he spoke.

“Yes. Two glasses of merlot.” Ms. Chang replied.

“But I’m-“

“With me it’s fine.” The waiter only paused for half a second before disappearing.

Brandon held his breath for a moment then decided to test the situation. “My parents don’t let me drink.”

“I don’t see your father here do you?” There was that smile again this time conspiratorial instead of predatory. “When you come to work with me we’re going to go out for drinks after big projects. It’s part of how we all bond. So order anything you want.”

Brandon paused for a moment mulling the idea over in his head then nodded. “Sure why not.” It wasn’t like he didn’t drink, he just made sure he kept it on the low down. His father probably knew anyway. “Can I get a beer after?”

“I already said get what you want Brandon. It’s on me tonight. I don’t like answering questions twice.” For a single moment her gaze hardened and he was able to see the rock hard bitch his father occasionally commented on but then her eyes shifted again and she was back after that thing. “Let me tell you what I think. I think you should keep your options open. You’re clearly a bright young man with an incredible future in front of him. I can give you a job, good pay and just like your father you’d get to make your own hours. I’m much more interested in the job getting done I am in what hours you’re in the office. Which means you can still go to school. Don’t answer right now, enjoy the meal, think about it and we’ll talk about it again later.”

Ms. Chang, Julie, kept dropping hints the rest of evening. Subtle little thing that Brandon mostly didn’t notice like the way she always reached for the bottle of wine a split second after him so she could brush her fingers against his. Or leaning forward till she nearly spilled over the top of her dress. He was completely oblivious, well actually thought it was quite funny, that she kept spilling her drink instead of actually drinking it.

Brandon wasn’t drunk when Julie escorted him back to the limo. He was what he would describe as pleasantly buzzed but completely canlı casino siteleri in control. It didn’t strike him as odd at all when she sat down next to him instead of across from him and he was the one drawn in by the scent of Jasmine who kissed her shoulder. She could have stopped him, she could have said no when his hands started moving to her dress peeling it down over her voluptuous body but she didn’t. She only loosened his tie and gave him whispers of encouragement.

“I don’t normally do this with my workers.” Julie whispered. Brandon ignored her tugging her dress down far enough for him to cup her breasts and kiss her supple flesh. She was busy slipping him out of his coat and loosening his tie. “But I like it.” She growled pulling him up into a fierce kiss.

Brandon had her out of her dress in a moment and just to make a point he tossed it up to the driver between kisses. She was braless, a detail he’d notice earlier. He did however have the pleasure of removing her black lace panties with his teeth then kissing up her calf, along her inner thigh and finally kissing her slit.

“Right there.” Julie whispered crossing her ankles behind Brandon’s neck and pulling him toward her. The young man was happy to oblige slipping his hands beneath her firm buttocks and lifting her towards his eager tongue flicking over and inside her. Just like Kim, Julie started clawing at his back when she was getting close and her entire body went tight as a drum when she came and then completely limp.

“My turn.” Julie purred slipping to the floor of the limo. Unlike Kim, Julie was eager to return to favor. She hungrily devoured Brandon’s cock easily sliding it down her throat. Brandon watched in complete awe as she pressed her nose to his hip and then slowly eased off before plunging down again, and again, and again. Also unlike Kim, Julie swallowed with a smile. He would never kiss Kim after she’d finished sucking him off but Julie simply seized him and kissed him without giving him time to react. He could taste himself on the kiss, salty but not all together unpleasant. “Delicious.” She whispered backing off the kiss.

“This is your stop Brandon.” Julie purred looking out the window. Brandon followed her gaze out the window to his house and sank a little. Julie tucked her panties into his coat pocket and shoved him out the door. “Monday morning if you’re not to busy I might need you to come by for some dictation. My secretary will be on vacation.”

Brandon stood there watching the limo pull away for several minutes. He didn’t even notice his fly was still down until a breeze gave him a chill.

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Elizabeth Kocianski was born November 24, 1990 she 21 and lives and grew up in Richmond, VA USA a Caucasian with a muscular body and a measurement of 40C-25-44 standing 6 ft 3 in and weighting 150 lbs with Blonde crew cut and a full blonde Bush. Lisa’s Bull-Dyke Enforcer

Since no one in my family is aware that I’m a lesbian, I went to my High School Senior Prom with my ex-boyfriend, Dale Tanner. Dale isn’t a bad guy, even a pretty decent lover, standing six foot even with sandy brown hair and brown eyes and skinny frame, but he was NEVER able to make me cum the way I did after a group of hard-core lesbians “got a hold of me” later that night.

The Evening started with Dale picking me up in a limo along with John Wayne McLintock, Melanie Eve Lee, George Washington McLintock, Daria Jane Lee, Johnny Thomas, Kimmy Jo, Jermaine Johnson, Anita Banks, Freddy Jackson, and casino siteleri Jennifer Hart. John Wayne McLintock stands six foot six, weighted two twenty-nine and has a body that look like Michael Angelo has sculpted it. His hair is dark brown and kept high and tight. He also keeps a neat trim beard and mustache. George Washington McLintock, who is six foot six, and weighted two twenty-nine too, His body also looked like Michael Angelo has sculpted it, and like his brother his hair was dark brown and kept high and tight. He also keeps a neat trim beard and mustache. They are eighteen-year-old identical twin brothers. Melanie Eve Lin is J.W.’s girl friend and is Daria Jane Lin identical twin sister. The Lin sisters are eighteen years old and stand five foot seven and weighted one hundred and ten pounds. Their long dark black hair reached down to their waist, and they have deep brown eyes. Both have athletic bodies that were curved and rounded in all the right places and looked like they were poured into their prom dresses. Johnny Thomas, eighteen, stand six foot three and weighted two ten. His face is shaved clean and he has dark deep blue eyes and sunny blond hair. His body looked a like the perfect male specimen, not too bulky and not too muscular Kimmy Jo, eighteen, is five foot six and weighted one five and she has crystal blue eyes. She wore her long blond hair in a ponytail and has a figure of playboy playmate. Jermaine Johnson, eighteen, six foot two and weighted two forty and is the spitting image of young Denzel Washington. Anita Banks, eighteen, five foot five and weighed one eight she has a perfect complexion and hourglass shaped figure that any women would die for. Her kinky hair is kept short and with two small ponytails kept up front on the top of her head. Freddy Jackson, eighteen, six foot two and weighted two thirty. His body is all bulk and his hair is long and sandy blond and he always wore red bandana. Jennifer Hart, eighteen, five foot five and weighed ninety-nine pounds, and is curved in all the right places. Their parents are hippies; their children were stuck in the 60’s. Freddy Jackson and Jennifer Hart wore bell-bottom denim jeans tie-dye T-shirts, and a long string bead around their necks. We went out to eat at Kan-Pai.

Then we went to the prom we all got table together and we danced slot oyna and drank punch and talked and danced some more then after the prom we went to after prom party. I told my parents I was sleeping over at Melanie and Daira house that they were having slumber party. While the guys and girls were otherwise occupied (dancing, drinking, and mingling with the crowd), I sneaked-out of the prom and met my friend Lisa. As I was climbing into her car she told me she had a surprise for me as we drove back to her apartment over her Tattoo pallor, an all-girl slumber party, which ended-up as a Lesbian Gang Bang, with ME as the center-point!

We got back to her place she took me up to her apartment where Lisa has invited some friends of hers I’d never met over as well (a sexy Asian chick, curvaceous Latina, and a “thick and juicy” ebony beauty). She whispered in my ear to strip so I did. She said she was going to initiate me properly into lesbianism as she led me to her king size bed where I had my first lesbian orgy. It was so hot I had my young wet white bare pussy and ass eaten my 34 dd tits suckled and I ate and suck ass, pussy and tits of all four of them over and over and over again. I was eating Jasmyn for like the fourth time when Lisa got up went to her top drawer pulled out four 13″ strap on and gave one to Jade, Lexi, Jasmyn and she put on the last one and said this is just the start of my initiation into the pure joys of lesbianism. All four of them (Jade, Lexi, Jasmyn, and Lisa Ann) took turns fucking my mouth, ass, and pussy after each strapping-on a big, thick, 13″ rubber dildos. I ended up wrapping my full soft pouty warm wet pink lips around a strap on at the same time I had a strap on up my young white tight ass and in my young wet white bare pussy for next hour or two. They all four took turns fucking my mouth, ass, and pussy.

Just when I thought it was over, Lisa says she got one more surprise for me; as a tall, muscular, crew-cut blonde joined the party. She has her own “bitch-tamer” already strapped-on, and she proceeded to take me fore and aft after first making me suck her off. She finishes me off by cramming her big cock up my already sore butt-hole and corn-holing me until I screamed for mercy as the others watched and fucked each other. Beth told me that by the time she was done with me that canlı casino siteleri she would fuck me better than any man ever could. OMG and she did I swear by time she was done with me I couldn’t walk. After she was done with me she said the next time she was going to bring her clippers and shave me bald headed that I was going make perfect little dyke.

I swear I couldn’t move I just lay there covered in sweat when Lisa said she had one more surprise for me that was she was going to give me the lesbian baptism then Lisa, Jade, Lexi, Jasmyn, and Elizabeth all stood over me and played with themselves until they end up squirting all over my body, my 34 dd tits, my face, and my long red hair. I was literally covered in pussy juice from my head to toe. Omg it was fucking hot I even squirted my first time in my life that night. I was so tired end up falling sleep sucking on Lisa 38 dd tits with Elizabeth 13″ strap on up my young white ass and Jasmyn 13″ strap on in my young wet white bare pussy and Lexi and Jade each sucking one of my 34 dd tits.

When I woke up in the morning, Lisa told me to get dress she was going to drop me off at my house said it time my parents find out what a lesbian whore slut their daughter was. I had to beg Lisa to let me take a shower first, and she finally gave in to let me take a shower. As I was taking a shower Lisa join me and made love to me in shower. Our soupy body against each other, Lisa leathered up my 34 dd tits and wash my arms and belly and then my back then down each leg and finally rubbing and washing my young wet white bare pussy, the hot water cascading down both out soapy bodies as she held me tight kissing me passionately her long dark hair and my long red hair wet stuck to our bodies.

After the shower I got dressed in my prom dress and Lisa dropped me off at home. My parents were already at Church so Lisa came in with me and she fucked me in my parents’ bed. We spent all morning and noon in my parents’ bed having hot lesbian sex, it was so fucking hot and a turn on to have Lisa defile my parents’ good little catholic daughter in their own marriage bed. After she left she said she would see me graduation night. I had to be careful when I change in the locker room at school because Lisa gave me a henna tattoo just above my young white bare pussy that say Property of Mistress Lisa plus I had hickies all over my 34 dd tits and thighs from Lisa, Jade, Lexi, Jasmyn, and Elizabeth and before Lisa left before 2:00 pm she gave me a hicky on my neck that I had to use my long red hair to keep it covered up.

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I nearly fell from the chair when the door bell rand. “Coming,” I answered the ringing. I opened the door, inviting my friend, Ash, in.

“Hey,” she smiled dropping her bag to hug me.

“Hey,” I hugged back. I let go of her to put her stuff on the stair case. “Lets go into the living room,” I suggested.

She laughed when I put everything down. Grabbing for my hand, as we walked into the living room, Ash asked, “Do you think about sex, Rei?”

I spoke through my laughter, “Of course! What teen doesn’t? Don’t you?” She nodded as her cheeks flushed scarlet red. I chuckled softly.

“Do you have porn?”

I nodded and pulled my smaller hand away from her larger hand. I ran up the stairs, to my room. From there I gathered my “toys”, bondage, videos, stories, Playgirls, and my boyfriend’s Playboys.

Even though she wasn’t bisexual or lesbian, like me, I figured she would want to see everything I got. I returned down stairs to her holding everything within my arms. “Does this answer your question?” I asked with a smirk.

We once more filled the room with laughter, as I dropped everything onto the ground. She slowly bent down from her sitting position and reached out, grabbing one of the Playboy magazine. I looked with her and began to come wet between the legs.

By the way she was looking at me, I could tell she knew I had become horny, from this. I shook my head, and began to laugh. She laughed with me as we fell from the couch and onto the floor, Ash landing on my lap.

“Hey, Rei,” she looked some what down at me.

“Yeah?”

“Be honest. You’re not pulling my leg about you being bi, are you?” Her glance turned some what away from me from embarrassment. I was kind of funny being asked that, so I burst out laughing.

“What?” She looked at me.

“I’m not,” I stopped in mid-sentence and looked at her. “Why?” I asked her. She looked away once more and went silent. I moved my right hand to her cheek, and pulled her to face me. “What is it, Ash?” I changed my question this time.

“Rei, you know we have been friends for like ever,” she began and I nodded, “Well, would you…” she stopped and tried to look away, her legs coming closer together. I chuckled a bit, know what she wanted.

With out her permission I lend over and kissed her fully on the lips. “Go into my room and I’ll do it,” I whispered into her ear, purring. With no words from her lips, she nodded and got up, moving her hips as she left the living room.

I casino siteleri listened to her foot steps, going up the stairs, as I stayed down stairs. I started to wonder if this was the right thing to do. I knew she wanted me and I knew I wanted her; not for love, but for lust.

This would have been my second time with a girl, since Kitty moved and we made a promise to have as much fun with life. I sure as hell wasn’t going to break a promise.

Laughing, I rush up the stairs, and into my room. I burst open the door and there I saw her, Ash. She was standing with her right arm but her side and the left covering her nude stomach. She was only in a silk white thong and bra, that covered her lovely C breasts.

She came to me, her hands sliding down to the bottom of my black “Grave Digger” monster truck t-shirt. Her hands gripped the shirt, and lifted it up and over. This left me reviled in a black satin bra, that covered my D sized breasts.

I had to touch her, but she wouldn’t allow it. Her hands ran down my stomach and to my black long fashion cargo pants. She gave me a look as if asking if she could continue. I nodded.

Slowly her fingers began to work on the metal nickel size button. With in seconds she had the it undone. Her digits then moved to the metal thin zipper, pulling the thing down with a “zip” sound. Once she had done her task of loosening my pants, my pants took their cue and slide down my pale silken legs.

As I now stood there in nothing but my black satin bra, and black satin boxers, she leaned over to me and softly blew into me ear. She then moved her lips apart and allowed her tongue to slide out. She moved her tongue down along the back of my ear to the sensitive spot, my neck. I was becoming more aroused. I couldn’t take the licking of my neck from any male or female.

When she moved her tongue down more, onto my upper chest and then to the uncovered part of my breasts, I was taken over by the strong feelings that I had to have her. With that final lustful thought, I pushed her down onto my water bed.

She trusted me enough not to go too far until she was ready. She relaxed and spread her legs wide before me, leaving me the beautiful site of her open and wanting body. I moved my form in between her legs, closer to her.

I ran my hands gently over her body and then traced the out line of her thong. Her body was so sensitive, she gave out a low shivering gasp of a moan, to my cold small hands. I stopped, leaving my hands where slot oyna they where, and looked into her hazel eyes.

She smiled up at me and nodded, giving me permission to continue. I closed my brown eyes, leaning down to hover over her stomach. I planted soft kisses along her stomach. Her body, the taste, the smell all intoxicating. I couldn’t wait any longer. My hands moving to her bra, my digits taking hold of the fabric and undoing it. I move my hand to pull the material away from her body, to revile her breasts.

I moved up to place my lips along her body, leaving passionate kisses. Each kiss would land lower to her exposed breasts and nipples. I looked at her breasts in awe, they were perfect and I wanted to taste them.

I slowly moved my lips to the left breast at first. My lips parting as I got to the nipple and took the tiny softened bud into my mouth. I began to suck on it like I was her infant, but the wild side of me, forced me to start nibbling on it as soon as it became hard. Her lips parted as she released moans of pain and pleasure.

While my mouth was busy, suckling on her delicious nipple, my fingertips began to play with her thong. I could already smell the sweetness of her sex ad mine as well.

My mouth began to water around the aroused bud, as I pulled down her tight thong and uncovered the most wonderful, precious, beautiful womanhood I have ever seen. I maneuvered my hand to pull her thong down her long tan legs, and then dripped them to the ground.

I removed my lips, licking them, from her nipple and moved my face to be in front of the lower “face”. I moved my head to the side so that I could at first lick up the side of her right leg and up to her upper inside thigh. I was so close to that sex, that I could smell and taste the wetness within my mind. Then as I was about to dig in, hands where placed onto my shoulders. I looked up and saw Ash grinning from ear to ear.

She pushed me off of her and I with that I thought I did something wrong. She suddenly grabbed my shoulders, spun me around, and then pushed me onto the bed. I then saw that she wasn’t upset, just intent on having me moan.

Not waisting time, she removed the rest of my clothing. Her hands slowly ran down my body, her mind was dangerous for she wasn’t taking it slow, but she forced her head between my spread legs, and into my steaming sex.

I gasped, my eyes widening. Her tongue began to stab at my juiced cunt and then my harden clit. This forced me to arch canlı casino siteleri and open my mouth to release a low soft moan.

She was teasing my sex hole with her breathe and tongue, blowing and licking. I gasp when she licked down and forced her tongue into my neither hole. I then let out a whimper for I had not had anything up my ass before.

Seeing that I did not like the feeling of her tongue inside my rear, she moved her mouth back to my sex, and began to eat at it hungrily. My body twitching with each new torment she gave to me. I couldn’t stop her, she was going to make me cum. I flinched and then my body tensed going into a violent twitching manner.

I was right, I was going to cum right on her face, and i don’t think she was ready for it. I couldn’t hold it back and released in her mouth and on her face, her eyes widen. After collecting my thoughts, I sat up and looked at her, I couldn’t say a word.

“Rei, please,” was all she said and rolled next to me. I let out a soft chuckle as I moved down to kiss her, tasting some of my juices on her lips and tongue. She let out a soft moan when I I stabbed the inside of her mouth with my tongue.

I then moved down, kissing her breasts, nipples, belly button, and then I kiss above her southern lips. I couldn’t believe how she smelt down there, it made my mouth water. She was getting wetter then I was. I had to have her, the lust was taking over me.

My lips kissed her lower lips, my tongue dipping between them and licking the inside of her inner lower mouth. I had to tease her clit, so I took it between my teeth and slowly gnawed on it. She moaned out. I could tell by her movement and breathing that she was ready to cum, but I didn’t want her to, not just yet.

I pulled away, her moans turned to whimpers. I couldn’t deny her. I licked my lips and fell back between her legs, biting, licking, nibbling, and using my fangs for a more intense reactions.

Her butt came off the bed, and her sex came closer to my face. I placed my hands onto her bottom and held her, as I feasted upon her, drinking her wetness. She started to moan louder and then she screamed my name, it was the first time I’ve ever heard my name screamed. Amazing, the rush, the hunger, she had cum right into my mouth. I tried hard to keep all of it in my mouth, but so much for my young mouth that some of her juices slipped between my lips.

She was still whimpering when I cleaned her and moved away, once I finished. I couldn’t help and see how beautiful she was laying there, breathless. I lend over and kissed her once more, holding her as she recovered. As she laid there, she fell asleep in my arms and I did too, dreaming of her and our ever lasting friendship.

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