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This is the first erotic story I’ve ever written, so comments and constructive criticisms are warmly welcomed. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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The humidity in the air clung to Reagan O’Neal’s legs as she walked down the street. It was the first week of summer vacation, and, in true Georgia form, it was hot and just a bit muggy. It was just past 1 in the morning, and she was restless and a little bit horny. She had graduated high school 4 days ago and was feeling a little too contained. She was headed to Kennesaw State in the fall and had no plans for her summer vacation. Nearly all of her friends were away at the beach or traveling or something fun for their last summer before college, but she was stuck at home, grounded for getting caught drunk at a party that had been busted by the cops. She was just happy that her college acceptance hadn’t been revoked, but it wasn’t as if she was the only one who had been drinking. In fact, she was probably one of the least drunk people there, but she had been one of the lucky few the cops had managed to grab and her parents had gone insane. They assumed that when their “perfect” little girl, a straight A student who was captain of the debate team and went to church every Sunday, said she was spending the night at a friend’s house that that was where she really was. But Reagan had a wild streak in her, and she had always known that as long as she kept her grades up and didn’t get caught, she could drink and smoke and party as much as she wanted, and had been doing so since her freshman year. But now, here she was, sneaking out of the house like she was still in high school, not the 18 year old soon to be college student that she really was, walking down the street with no intended destination, no parties to go to, and no girlfriends to meet up with.

Scrolling through the contacts on her phone, she saw the name of the one friend she knew she could count on to be home: Sam White. They had sat next to one another in nearly every English class since middle school. There was no one else she knew that she had had so many of the same classes with. With his brunette hair and slightly crooked smile, he was cute in a boyish way, though definitely no hunk, but he was so funny that he made up for anything and everything he lacked in looks. Plus he was a total nerd, and she had a thing for the smart boys. The only B he had ever gotten was once in the 6th grade, and it was an 89. He was headed to UGA in the fall, already having declared himself as PreMed, hoping to one day get into Johns Hopkins for Neurology. He had always been so concerned with his grades and extracurriculars that he had never bothered with girls or parties or anything else that might take time out of his studies. She’d had a tiny crush on him for about a week a few months earlier, but she had just broken up with her boyfriend at the time and didn’t want to get into anything else so quickly, especially not with graduation so close. But now, walking down the street in her cut off jean shorts, oversized tank top, and beat up chucks, he was the only person she wanted to see.

“Where r u?” she texted him. She was afraid he might be asleep, but those fears were quashed when almost immediately she felt her phone buzz twice in her hand with a response.

“@ home layin n bed. Whats up?”

She knew before she sent the text that he never would, but she had to ask anyways. “Can u sneak out?”

bzz-bzz

“U know I cant. My mom is psychic. She’ll know Im gone b4 I make it off the front lawn.”

She had figured as much. She remembered his mom from his 12th birthday party back in middle school. It had been a pool party at his house, and his mother, a thin almost 40 woman with a poorly executed bottle blonde dye job, had spent the entire day fussing about making sure no one ran around the pool or tracked water inside. She wasn’t mean, just horribly overbearing and overprotective. But Reagan wasn’t a girl to be stopped. She remembered where his house was, as it was only a few neighborhoods away from her own and three houses down from one of her closer friends. Cutting through yards and the woods separating the neighborhoods, using the footpaths she and her friends and probably generations of kids before them had spent their childhoods making, she was at his house in less than 20 minutes.

He texted her again, “Y? What did u hav n mind?”

Crouching behind a tree she texted him back, “Not much. Just bored & wanted 2 hang.”

She put her phone in her back pocket, crept over to the tree that grew near his window, and began to climb. She had always loved climbing trees. Because of her slender, lanky frame she could get higher and go out further than most of her friends were willing to try. She climbed level with the second story window and began to scoot her way across the branch, making sure to rub a little extra on the branch, loving the pressure of the rough bark against her shaven mound. She kept going until she felt the branch begin to bend downward with her weight, but at that point she was less than 3 feet from his casino siteleri window, so she leaned and tapped lightly on it. She could faintly hear him drop something as he jumped and then slowly got up. Impatient, she tapped again, and just as she did the blinds parted. She gave him an almost devilish grin, lifting her eyebrows as if to say, “Well are you gonna keep me out here all night?” She could see the relief on his face as he realized it was only her and unlocked and raised his window.

“What the hell are you doing here!?” he whispered at her.

“You said you couldn’t sneak out so I figured I would come to you!” she whispered back.

“Well get in here before you break your neck!” he said, grabbing her hand and half helping her, half pulling her in. Losing their balance as she crossed the threshold of the window, they toppled over into the room, loudly knocking a wooden desk chair over in the process. Jumping up, he shoved her into his closet and shut the door behind him, turning back and reaching for the chair just as his mom knocked and then opened the door without waiting for a response.

“Are you ok? I heard a noise!” she could hear his mother ask, her somewhat shrill voice cutting through the closet door as though it wasn’t even there.

“Yes mom, I’m fine. I left the window open from earlier, but the bugs were starting to annoy me, so I got up to close it. I just tripped over my chair. Calm down.” He said back, the undertones of exasperation in his voice easily identifiable.

In a somewhat huffy tone, Mrs. White said fine, asked him to stop leaving his window open unless he wanted to pay the power bill, wished him a good night, and shut the door behind her. After he had righted the chair, closed his window, and dropped the blinds, he went back to his closet and opened the door, holding his finger up in the universal signal for wait a second. He listened closely for a moment and when he was satisfied that all was well, he quietly said ok and let her out, grabbing a t shirt from his closet and pulling it over his head as he did, but not before she could be pleasantly surprised at his toned chest and the thin happy trail that disappeared beneath the waistband of his flannel pajama pants. She couldn’t help but giggle as she kicked off her shoes, snatched up his classic Gameboy color, plopped down on his bed sitting with her back against his wall and began to play tetris.

“What are you laughing at?” he asked quietly.

“Two things: one, your mom hasn’t changed a bit, and two, you are the only person I know other than myself who still has one of these.” She said, waving the blue Gameboy for a second before fitting a square into place. “I have the pink one.”

She looked up from the game for a moment when she realized he was still standing in the middle of his room.

“So are you gonna sit down, or…?” she asked a bit jokingly.

“Oh, sorry” he said, pulling his desk chair out again and sitting down.

“Don’t apologize to me, I mean, it is your room” she said.

After a moment more of playing, she got bored, turned it off and tossed it onto his bed, crossing her legs and leaning forward to rest on her elbows. They sat in silence for a moment before she laughed again, and smiled saying, “You know most people say hello and start up a conversation, and since you won’t I guess I will. Hiya, how’s your summer been so far?” After a moment he snapped out of it and apologized again, saying it had been boring as usual.

“What’s wrong with you? Why are you acting so weird?” she asked.

Sam gulped. At this angle, he could clearly see Reagan’s bra, her full breasts spilling out of them just the tiniest bit. He could feel himself beginning to get hard and couldn’t will it away.”I’ve never had a girl in my room before, and it’s just really strange, ok?”

“You’ve never had a girl in your room before? Really? Well I mean if I’m making you uncomfortable I can leave…” she said, scooting forward on the bed as if to get up.

“No!” he said, a bit louder than he meant to, clapping his hand over his mouth as he did and listening for the inevitable sound of his mother coming down the hall, but it never came. Reagan smiled a little knowingly, scooting back onto the bed and getting comfortable again, pulling her long, tan legs up with her feet apart and her knees together by her chest, resting her arms on them. She had spent her time during lock down lying on a beach towel on her second story roof with her iPod and some tanning oil, and it had done her justice, making her long blonde hair seem even blonder and giving her skin a glowing perfection. She sat there another moment as he just looked at her, finally saying, “So?”

“Oh! Yeah, sorry.” he chuckled nervously. “Aren’t you, like, majorly grounded or something?” he asked.

“It’s not like that’s ever stopped me before.”

He laughed again, “True, but aren’t you afraid of getting caught… again?”

“My parents didn’t catch me in the first place. That was the cops. I spun them a really good story about wanting to sew my wild oats before buckling down at college, especially after slot oyna having “toed the line” all of my life, which is bull, and they ate it up. They’re still mad, and I’m still “grounded”, but I just make sure they think I feel extra guilty every time we talk and they don’t bother me. I think they trust me again, for the most part.”

“Well you’re quite the story teller aren’t you then, huh?”

“You’re one to talk, Mister ‘I Just Tripped Over My Chair’.”

“Well what was I supposed to say? ‘Don’t worry mom, there’s only an insanely hot girl hiding in my closet, no big deal!” He blushed a bit as he said it, wondering what had come over himself to say such a thing out loud. Sure he had liked her ever since that very same birthday party, after she had kneed Tony Markham in the groin and shoved him into the pool for pantsing him, but that didn’t mean he would ever tell her such a thing. Even if he had stood a chance with her, he’d never had time for a girlfriend.

“Fair enough.” she said. She hated to admit it, but she got a certain thrill from the compliment, getting a little turned on when he said it. She smiled, appreciating the compliment but knowing better than to push him on it. “So are you excited for college?”

“Yeah. I’m rooming with Tyler, so at least I won’t have to share a room with a stranger.” Tyler Bell had been on the debate team with her and she knew him well, knowing that he and Sam were friends.

“Well that’s good! I love Tyler! He’s such a sweet guy.” she said fondly, “But won’t that get awkward?”

“Um, no, why would it?”

“Well because I know that Olivia got into UGA as well so that they could stay together through college. Where are you gonna go while they’re doing it? Cause from what I hear they can’t keep their clothes on to save their lives.”

“Oh. Well she’s getting an apartment just off campus with Jenny and Tristan, so he’ll probably be spending most of his time there.”

“Well that works then. I guess you’ll have the room to yourself most of the time. You won’t have to worry about bringing girls back yourself” she said a bit teasingly.

“Yeah, right” he said. “Be serious. You know me. Even if I did like a girl, I’d be too nervous to go for it.”

“Oh, come on! Tell me you’re not going to spend college the same way you did high school, with your nose in a book, living in the friend zone! We’re girls! Not snakes! We don’t bite. Unless of course you’re into that, in which case…” she trailed off jokingly, smiling and raising her eyebrows indicatively. “But seriously, though! You’re cute, you’re funny, you’re smart, and you’re charming without even knowing it! Hell, even I had a tiny crush on you at one point this year!” Reagan, for her blonde hair and blue eyes and big lips, was a smart and strategic girl. She knew what to say to get the response she was looking for. This was exactly what Sam needed to hear, and she knew it.

“You did not! Why in the hell didn’t you say anything!?”

“It was near the end of our senior year. I didn’t see the point. Plus you were so preoccupied with studying for exams!”

“Great. I missed out on my chance to go out with the hottest girl in school, and now I get to go to college a virgin.” He so desperately wanted to tell her about his own crush, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“I’m not the hottest. That title belongs to Jordan Evans and always has.” It was true, Jordan had looked like a 21 year old super model since the 8th grade, but she let all of the attention go to her head and thought she was too good for everyone, not to mention she was your classic air head “I’ll just get by on my looks” kind of girl. Still though, she was gorgeous. Regardless, the compliment had sent that same jolt straight to her already well worked up pussy.

“She’s a bitch and everyone knows it. Plus, I like a girl with a brain in her head.”

“Well you’re going to a college that doesn’t accept people who don’t make the grades. All of the girls there will be pretty smart. It’ll be like your dream land!” she said jestingly.

“Reagan, what college girl is going to want to screw a guy who has no idea what he’s doing?”

“Any girl who would refuse to date you because you’re a virgin isn’t a girl you need to be going out with in the first place.”

“Yeah, I know, but still, I always swore to myself that I wouldn’t be one of those guys who went to college a virgin. It’s different for guys. For girls it’s honorable and speaks to their character. For a guy its just pathetic.”

“No it’s not. It’s endearing. And what? Since I’m not a virgin I’m somehow transformed into a dishonorable, characterless, easy lay?” she asked a little sarcastically, not serious at all. She was no stranger to sex, it was true, but she had only ever been with 2 guys. The first her ex, whom she had dated from freshman year all the way till nearly halfway through her senior, and the second was a rebound hook up that she had used for the sole purpose of getting off. Reagan had found out after she and her ex had done it for the first time that she loved sex. And not just fucking, but everything that canlı casino siteleri came before it. She loved it all. She knew that Sam hadn’t meant anything by what he’d said, but she wanted to see him squirm a bit.

“No! That’s not what I meant at all! You’re… well you’re just… You know what I meant!”

Laughing a bit at how flustered he had gotten, she smiled at him, saying, “Relax. I know what you meant. But it’s really not as big a deal as you think. Why did you wait so long?”

“Cause you’re right. I did spend my entire high school career studying. But also because it was like the longer I waited the scarier it got, and the more time I had to mull over every possible horrible outcome. What if she tells everyone at school how bad I am? What if I lose control and finish too quickly? What if she laughs at me? What if I get nervous and can’t get it up. And it’s not like I can trick her into thinking I do know what I’m doing by doing the other stuff really well. Hell, I’ve never even kissed a girl!” he said, a bit dejected. “And now I’ve just sat here and told the only girl whose respect I probably had left all of this and now I look like a total pussy. So great.”

Reagan felt touched that he had been so honest with her, and saw her chance and took it. “No, you don’t. Like, that was fucking brave, saying all of that I mean.” she said. “And honestly? This is an easy fix.”

“Huh?” he said with a slightly confused look on his face, but before he could say any more or figure out what was going on, she had stood up and walked over to him. She bent at the waist, put one hand on his thigh, resting her weight lightly on it, and, putting her other hand on his shoulder, leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips, remaining there for a few seconds before pulling back and standing up with a satisfied smile, saying, “See? Easy fix. Now you’ve kissed a girl.” He began to stammer a bit, blushing fiercely. She interrupted him, saying, “Everyone’s first kiss should be a simple, innocent one. It’s just sweeter, you know?” He dumbly nodded, still fighting off the bright red that had taken up permanent residence on his cheeks.

“So does making out with a girl seem less scary now?” she asked, knowing he was still too flustered to answer. After a confused shake of his head, she smiled and said, “Well you must be terrified then.” And once again, before he could realize what was about to happen, she was there. She straddled him on the chair, her pussy directly on top of what she could tell was the beginning of a boner. Taking his hands and putting them on her waist, she stopped for a second, noticing the terrified look on his face and told him, “Just relax. It’s just kissing. Just pay attention to what I do and follow my lead. Do what you feel comes naturally, ok?” She gave him a reassuring smile and then leaned in again, this time parting her lips against his and kissing him more fully. She took things slowly at first until he got the feel of it, pulling back at one point and smiling, poking him playfully in the chest and saying, “Stop thinking. I can feel you thinking. Just kiss me.” Leaning back in, she kissed him again, this time taking her tongue and lightly running along the roof of his mouth with it, biting his bottom lip as their lips began to part before diving back in. She could feel him growing beneath her, and she was becoming more and more horny by the second. He was a fast learner. He began picking up what she was doing, soon biting her lips right back and even swirling his tongue around hers once or twice. Still, he wasn’t prepared when she grabbed his hand and put it on her breast, cupping it over her barely there D cup, which was just now a little too snuggly fitted in a 34C bra, a trick she had learned to give them a little extra umph. She smiled against his lips, enjoying the fact that he was now frozen and the hard on beneath her had just doubled in size. “It’s ok”, she whispered, diving back into the kiss. Slowly she began to grind herself against his now full erection, loving how it felt against her now soaking pussy. After a moment, she began backing off of his lap, putting her hand on the back of his neck and grabbing him by the shirt, making him stand with her, and, never breaking the kiss, turned him around and slowly pushed him down onto his bed, again getting on top of him in a straddle just above his now throbbing manhood. She pushed him back and sat up, paying careful attention to his face as she slowly stripped her shirt off. She smiled again in satisfaction as his eyes bulged. Then, grabbing her bra the same way she had the bottom of her t shirt, she pulled it over her head in the same fashion and tossed it to the floor. She loved the way her breasts changed shape when her arms were lifted, and how they bounced into place when the confinement of the bra was no longer holding them down. She had known that it would drive him crazy, and she was right, as Sam was now lying beneath her, mouth agape, certain that he must be dreaming. The air hit her naked skin and her nipples hardened immediately. She grabbed his shirt and pulled it off of him, tossing it to the floor with her own. She bent down and resumed the kiss, loving the feeling of her hard nipples rubbing against his chest. Once again, she grabbed his hand and put it on her breast, her own hands running the length of his chest.

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Author’s Note: This is part 1 of a longer story. It starts off slowly but there’s sex eventually.

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Do you remember where you were when the Berlin Wall fell? I remember it well as I was getting shafted at work at that time. I was working for M_____ & W_____, a medium-sized import-export firm based in London as an associate, looking for promotion to senior associate. I was up against Mike Thornwood, the most brown-nosing, arrogant SOB that ever lived. Did you get the impression that I didn’t like him? You would be right. Only one of us could become a senior associate and get on the partner-track, and of course Mike bloody Thornwood won. I couldn’t stand to watch his condescending smile every day at work so I had made up my mind to leave the company. I typed up my resignation letter, too angry to even wait and look for another job first, and went looking for my boss.

His beautiful assistant, the leggy Maria, smiled sympathetically at me as I went past her into his office. ‘I’d like to resign,’ I said without preamble, sliding the envelope with my resignation letter on his desk towards him.

He ignored it, and looked at me speculatively. ‘You’ve been with us, what, ten years?’

I nodded. I had joined the company straight out of college at the age of twenty two. That made me thirty-two, a thought that made me slightly depressed given that I had no girlfriend, I lived in a dump of an apartment in East London and I would be jobless as soon as my notice period was served.

‘You are not married,’ my boss said, a statement, not a question. He picked up my resignation letter and tore it without even taking it out of the envelope. I stared at him open-mouthed. Was he even allowed to do that? He dropped the pieces into the waste paper basket and said, ‘I have a better offer for you.’

That’s how I found myself a few months later, walking out of Musackva airport. The company had decided that the fall of the Berlin Wall meant that there were great opportunities in the post-communist world and I was now the head of the East European division – a title grander than it really was, given that the East European division was one office in the city of Musackva with one employee, an ex-soviet apartchik called Georgi. I had complete carte-blanche to run the office as I saw fit as long as I stayed within the generous budget of three hundred thousand pounds a year. Included in that was my own cost of one hundred thousand pounds a year because it included a hardship allowance and a house in a nice part of town. The office cost seventy thousand pounds a year and Georgi was on fifty. That meant I had eighty thousand a year to staff my division. That would be enough to hire two more employees, I thought. I vowed to make a success of it and show bloody Thornwood back home, who now had his own assistant, damn him. I had got a promise out of my boss that they would stick with the East European division for at least three years regardless of profits so I knew I had time.

I collected my bags from the belt and pushed my rusty, wonky trolley through the airport, with its fading walls and empty shops and came out of the airport. It felt as if I was walking into a freezer. It was cold, the trees were bare, the buildings drab. My god, it was depressing. It would take thirty years to sort out this place – not three. I saw a stocky middle-aged man holding a placard with my name and walked over to him. ‘Georgi?’ I asked.

‘Yes, yes, Mr Fred,’ he said and I already disliked him. He was oily and seemed shady. I decided that I was being hasty and should be more tolerant. As we drove to the house where I would be living, I asked him about the business and found that he had been doing nothing. He hadn’t met a single client, he hadn’t followed up any leads for importers and he hadn’t set up any appointments for me to meet any suppliers. ‘I have found the perfect assistant for you,’ he said. ‘Tomorrow, she come to office.’

‘Why tomorrow?’ I asked. ‘Why not today?’

‘Today? But you just arrive now. Take day off. I show you Musackva. Tomorrow you start office.’

I shook my head. I had three years and I was going to make the most of them. ‘No, today,’ I said.

Georgi seemed disgruntled, but I didn’t care about that. We pulled up outside a large single-storey bungalow with a wall all round it. Georgi pushed a button on a remote and the gates opened. He handed it to me. ‘This was Commisar’s house,’ he said proudly. ‘I got for you.’

‘It looks good,’ I said, impressed. But inside, I was thinking that I didn’t need a house this grand. An apartment in the city centre would have been sufficient, and perhaps more practical. He dropped me off outside the house. ‘I change appointment for assistant interview,’ he said, and left as soon as I took my suitcase out of the boot.

I stood there looking at the house. The front was stone and glass. Part of the house was on two storeys and part on one floor. The roof was made of red tiles. A garden surrounded it on all sides and the whole house was surrounded by a tall wall. It was very private. As I was wondering what to do, the door opened and out walked the most stunning woman I had ever seen. She had a beautiful round face, an impressive bust and the short skirt casino siteleri she was wearing showed off her long legs. She could easily be a model and I wondered if Georgi had dropped me off at the wrong house. She broke into a smile when she saw me and curtseyed. I am not kidding you. This beautiful girl actually bent at her knees and bobbed her head like I was some prince. It made me feel ten feet tall. ‘Good Morning, Mr Fred,’ she said. Her accent was charming, like the rest of her. The cat had got hold of my tongue, so I just nodded.

She pointed to herself and my eyes went straight past her finger to her chest. ‘Me Natalya. Housekeeper,’ she said, beaming.

I reluctantly looked away from her chest and at her face. She smiled and bent forward to pick up my suitcase. Hurriedly, I bent too and reached for the handle of the suitcase. My hand covered hers and an electric thrill ran through me at the cool touch of her skin. The front of Natalya’s shirt had fallen forwards and I had a perfect view of her large, creamy boobs. My mouth went dry as I stared hungrily at them. I remembered that it had been celibate since I had broken up with my girlfriend almost a year ago. My cock hardened with desire and I hurriedly withdrew my hand. What was I doing? Perving on a girl I had just met! She must have seen what I was staring at, but she didn’t seem to mind. ‘Please let me carry it,’ I said, but she just smiled and lifted the case.

Or at least she tried to, but it was too heavy for her. She tried again before she left it. Tears formed in her eyes. ‘Sorry.’

‘That’s okay,’ I said, patting her on the shoulder and picking up the suitcase. It was heavy even for me. After all, it was carrying everything I owned and hadn’t got rid of in London. I handed my rucksack to Natalya and she smiled widely as she took it. ‘Thank you, thank you,’ she said. I had been brought up to let ladies go first and I was grateful for those manners as I walked behind her into the house, looking at her shapely ass as it moved under her thigh-high skirt. I whistled when I walked in. A hearth in front of a log fireplace dominated the large living room. An L-shaped sofa took up one corner. A deep shag-pile lay on the floor and tasteful paintings hung on the walls.

Natalya turned to me and asked, ‘You like?’ I nodded and she smiled. ‘I clean,’ she said. She pointed me to the sofa and when I sat down, she picked up an envelope and handed it to me. Mystified, I slit it open and pulled out the letter inside. As I unfolded it, I glanced up and saw Natalya standing in front of me, her hands gripping each other. She looked very nervous which puzzled me even more. I started reading the letter. It was from the landlord, welcoming me to the house. I knew he was an ex-communist who had made a packet and moved to the French Riviera. Towards the end of the letter, I saw why Natalya was so nervous.

The house has an annexe for a housekeeper. The current housekeeper is Natalya Maletska. She will stay in the annexe and is available 24×6. She has one day off a week but you can decide which day that is. Her salary of 1000 Koruna is paid for the first month and it is up to you whether to keep her or not. If you intend to change the housekeeper, let her know within a week of moving in.

I looked up at Natalya. Her nervousness had increased while I had been reading the letter and I didn’t understand it. One thousand Koruna was about one hundred and fifty pounds. Two hundred and a bit dollars in American money. A beauty like this girl should be able to sign up as a model and make fifty times as much. She silently handed me a handwritten note.

I don’t know English but I am a hard worker. I will cook and clean and look after you very well. Please keep me as housekeeper.

That was a kicker. She was lovely to look at but would it be any good having a housekeeper who I couldn’t communicate with? ‘I am not sure,’ I said, before I stopped, realising she wouldn’t understand what I said anyway. She may not have understood what I had said but she definitely got the meaning of it.

She fell to her knees in front of me and placed her hands on my knees. ‘Please please,’ she said. Then she started talking rapidly in her native tongue, clearly pleading her case. She saw my lack of comprehension and burst into tears.

Fuck me, I am just a man and I can’t handle a woman crying, especially if she’s good-looking. I took a deep breath and said, ‘It’s okay. I’ll keep you.’

She continued weeping for a couple more seconds before her eyes widened. ‘Keep me?’ she asked.

I nodded and she squealed, her face covered in joy. She jumped up off the floor and on to my lap. She threw her hands round me and covered my face with kisses. Her soft boobs pressed against my chest. After a minute of this enjoyable exercise, she seemed to come to her senses. She leaned back and covered her mouth with her hands. ‘Sorry,’ she cried. I wasn’t sorry.

She tried to slide off and my arm round her waist tightened, holding her back. I swear to you that it was totally instinctive and it completely changed my life. Until that point, I was a well-mannered modern man who respected women. Natalya tried to move again but my arm stopped her and she looked at me like a frightened slot oyna fawn at bay. I was hard as steel and I wasn’t thinking rationally. I kept my right hand round my waist and lifted my left hand and gripped the back of her head and pressed Natalya forward. Her lips were soft and I thrust my tongue out. She resisted for a brief moment before parting her lips and my tongue entered her sweet mouth. She moaned as I kissed her harder and her tongue slid against mine in an intimate duel. I kissed her for several minutes, plundering her mouth before I came to my senses. I put both my hands round her waist and stood her up. I got up as well. I was mortified. I had come to a foreign country and forced a girl I had just met to kiss me. Natalya could press charges against me for assault if she so chose. ‘I am sorry,’ I said.

‘Not sorry,’ Natalya said, with a smile. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek and sashayed out of the room, swaying her hips while I stood, staring open-mouthed at her.

An hour later I took a shower and changed into a suit. I was putting on my tie when there was a knock and Natalya came in. She came up to me and adjusted my tie. She stood very close and I put my arm round her and pulled her even closer. She moulded her body to mine willingly and raised her face to me, lips semi-parted. I french-kissed her, tongue to tongue, and my hand dropped down her back to her bottom. I squeezed her ass and pushed her against my hard cock leaving her in no doubt about my state of excitement. When we stopped, her eyes were heavy-lidded and she was breathing heavily. ‘Wow,’ I said.

Natalya just smiled shyly. I picked her up and she screamed in fright and pressed herself to me, flinging her arms round my neck. I kissed her again and carried her to the bed. I lay her down and her legs separated. Her skirt rode up, exposing her white knickers. I rubbed a finger along her soft cleft and Natalya closed her eyes. Her pussy was radiating heat like a furnace and the musky fragrance of her arousal filled my nostrils. Just then Georgi honked from outside and Natalya groaned in frustration and closed her legs and got off the bed. I had already taken a dislike of Georgi but now I hated him. His timing was atrocious.

The office was spacious and had room for expansion. It had two cabins on either end with an open plan floor in the middle with desks for at least ten staff members. One cabin was Georgi’s and he led me to the other. I was impressed. The room was large with a table and a sofa. There was a door at the far end and Georgi opened it to show me that I had my own personal washroom. My office here was far more impressive than a partner’s office back in London. And far more private too, because the walls weren’t glass. I sat on the swivel chair behind the desk and Georgi said that he would send the candidate for the assistant’s post.

A woman in her forties walked in, without knocking, which annoyed me. Marja was short and fat, not that I should be judging a candidate on her physical attributes. It was difficult to communicate with her because her English wasn’t very good and I didn’t think I could work with her. Georgi had said that Marja’s salary would be 12000 Koruna a month which seemed excessive to me given that her qualifications were nothing special and Natalya was grateful for a job paying 1000 Koruna. I mentally transformed the money into English pounds – 12000 Koruna was about 2000 pounds, which was a pretty good salary for an executive assistant in London. I smiled at Marja and said that we would get back to her.

Georgi came in after she left with papers to sign. ‘What is this?’ I asked.

‘Marja’s appointment letter,’ he said.

I frowned. ‘I’ve decided not to hire her.’

‘Not hire?’

I nodded. ‘That’s right. She’s not good enough.’

Georgi’s face turned purple. His fist crumpled the appointment letter and for a brief moment I thought he would hit me. With a struggle, he controlled himself. ‘You have to hire,’ he said.

I shook my head. ‘No, I don’t have to hire anyone. I am in charge and I will decide whom to hire.’

He stared at me for a moment, his jaws grinding, before he turned abruptly and strode out of the office. My heart was racing as I sat down in the chair, adrenaline from the encounter coursing through my system. I took a deep breath and called my boss in London. Once we had exchanged small chat about my trip and how I found the place, I said, ‘Things are bad here. It’ll take longer than we think to make this place profitable.’

‘Fred, you should know that after you left, Mike tried to get your section closed. He said exactly what you are saying now. The ex-communist countries are hell holes. It’ll be years, if ever, the office will be profitable. He said that we should cut our losses and close the place down. I managed to swing the board to the view that nine hundred thousand pounds spread out over three years wasn’t a huge gamble and the potential rewards were high. So I don’t want you to repeat what you just said to me to anyone else.’

‘Yes boss,’ I said. ‘I am going to work my socks off and show that bloody Thornwood.’

‘That’s the spirit. Make a success of it and you could even beat him to partner.’

To be successful, I needed canlı casino siteleri good staff. I didn’t know anything about this country and I didn’t know what Georgi’s game was, but I couldn’t rely on him. A sudden thought struck me. I had to get back home. I realised then that I needed my own wheels. I remembered seeing a sign, so I closed the office with the set of keys that Georgi had given me and walked out on to the street. At the far end there was an Avis office. With no staff, we weren’t spending much money, so I indulged myself and hired a top of the range Mercedes for a week. I grabbed a map from them and had the clerk draw the route to my house with a highlighter – this was in the days before satnav. It felt great to be behind the wheel of such a great motor.

Natalya’s eyes widened when she saw me get down from the car. ‘Mercedes?’ she said, in an awed voice. I winked at her and she came up to me and kissed me on the cheek. She took my briefcase. I followed her into the house with my hand on her ass. As soon as we were inside, I took her by the shoulders and kissed her. Surprisingly, she pushed me away and guided me to the sofa. Puzzled, and frustrated, I sat down grumpily. She put the briefcase down carefully on a small table and left the room. As I was wondering what she was doing, she came back with a tumbler of whisky on the rocks. She handed it to me and stood in front of me, looking nervous. ‘You like?’ she asked.

I took a sip and nodded. She smiled and sank to her knees in front of me. Her skirt rode up her thighs and my eyes were drawn to her legs. She reached out and started pulling on my shoelaces. I jerked my legs back. ‘What are you doing?’ I asked.

‘Shhh…’ she said, soothingly. She pointed to the glass and mimed drinking. I sat back and sipped the single-malt. It went smoothly down my throat. Meanwhile, Natalya unlaced my shoes and pulled them off. She unrolled my socks and then massaged my toes. I sighed, thinking that this was the life. I raised my foot and pressed against her boobs. She met my eyes and smiled impishly before leaning back, with her palms flat on the floor behind her and thrusting her chest out. I ran my feet on her boobs, pressing the spongy globes. The cotton shirt felt extremely sexy against my soles. I used my big toes to press against where I imagined her nipples would be and sure enough, they soon popped up like little buttons. I lowered my feet and rested them on her bare thighs. Natalya obligingly spread her knees and I ran the front of my toe along her knickers repeating my action from earlier in the afternoon. Luckily this time there was no interruption. ‘Come here,’ I said, my voice thick with lust.

She leaned forward and put her hand on my thighs and ran them up. She felt my hard cock and gave it a squeeze. It was my turn to groan. She reached the zipper of my flies and ran it down. I rose and undid my trousers and she pulled them down along with my underwear. My cock stood up, hard and proud. Her fingers felt warm and I twitched as she stroked me. She looked up at me and I nodded. ‘Take him into your mouth,’ I said.

Natalya didn’t know English, but she sure knew what I wanted. She took the head of my cock in her warm and wet mouth. Her tongue ran against the head and I groaned again and put one hand on the back of her head, not pressing, but just there. She went deeper until she had taken half my cock in her mouth before she stopped. I pushed her head forward and she choked, coughing. I let her go and she let go of my cock completely. She coughed some more, wiped her streaming eyes with the back of her hand and said, ‘Sorry. Next time I try harder.’

Oh wow, so this was not a one-time thing! I smiled and she took my cock back in her mouth. This time I let her drive. She was a divine cocksucker, alternating between paying attention to the head and taking me deeper. I closed my eyes and gave myself up to the feel of her mouth and tongue. She eventually let go of my cock and licked my ball sac. I groaned once more at the exquisite pleasure and she took one of my balls in her mouth and sucked gently. Eventually I had enough and gripped her hair and pulled her off. I stood up and she stood with me.

‘You are such a slut,’ I told her and slapped her gently on her cheek. I turned her around, bent her forward and flipped her skirt up. I stroked her ass cheeks with my hand and spanked her. ‘Oww..’ she screamed, more in surprise than pain. I spanked her again and my hand left a red print on her pale ass. I pulled her knickers down and now I saw her beautiful pussy for the first time, framed between her ass cheeks as she bent over. I wanted to lick her, but I wanted to do something else even more. I lined my erect cock against her soft cleft and entered her cunt with one smooth thrust. She was dripping wet and that was the only reason I was able to fuck her tight pussy. She supported herself on the back of the sofa as I fucked her hard, thrusting in and out. I could feel every ripple of her cunt muscles. I reached forward and took her hanging globes in my hands. I squeezed her tits, then ripped her shirt until the buttons popped. I pulled her bra cups down until her tits were exposed and I took them in my hands. I would have liked to say that I fucked her for a long time, but the truth is that I didn’t last long. A couple of minutes at the most of riding her while holding her tits drove me over the edge and I came hard in her, shooting my cum into her cunt.

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Chapter 02: More Options

Shelly toweled her straight hair as she appraised the reflection of her lithe body. She thought once more that her breasts were too small, but several weeks of workouts had chiseled away at her tummy until her abs gained definition. She ran her hands over her trim hips and gazed at her slit barely concealed beneath a thin blonde triangle. Her figure contrasted so nicely with Barb’s lush curves. Not bad, she smiled to herself.

In the next room Barb tried to concentrate on a paper. Between the lure of intimate messages on her computer and the awareness of her roommate’s damp body fresh from the shower and so near, Barbara’s concentration wavered.

“So I got this totally hot e-mail this afternoon,” Shelly began.

“Mmm hmmm,” Barb answered.

“Yeah . . . .” Shelly presented the facts as she baited her beautiful roommate. “She’s really cute—”

“Mmmm.”

“And she’s really flexible . . . .”

“Mmmm.”

“And she’s a ‘squirter’ . . . .”

“Mmmm.”

Shelly smiled into the mirror as she wrapped a thick towel around herself.

“What? She’s a what?”

“You heard me,” the blonde laughed through the partially open door. She heard Barbara mutter, “Fuck this!” and the keyboard clacked. Shelly continued, “Yeah, at least that what she says.” She could feel herself respond at the thought.

“A ‘squirter’? You know how much I love that!”

Shelly peered around the corner. “I know, Babs. But that’s not the best part.”

“Hmmm,” Barb sighed. Her eyes wore a dreamy glaze. “How could it get much better?”

“Well, she’s black, like ‘dark chocolate’ black. Really beautiful,” Shelly said as she entered the living room. Her towel barely covered her vee and Barb kept peeking, hoping for a good look.

“Sixty percent cacao?”

“More like seventy five. But lemme finish. She sent some photos, including a pic of her kitty, and you won’t believe— Here, just let me show ya, ‘kay?”

Shelly scooted to her computer and logged into her account. In seconds she had accessed her messages and found the entry. It opened with a few lines of smoldering text, including the sender’s description of how she got off looking at Barb’s pictures.

“You should be sooo proud,” Shelly told her. “She said it was one of the best cums she’d had in a long time. She loved thinking about your gorgeous lips—”

Barbara giggled. The two had been lovers for three months and still could not get enough of each other.

Shelly scrolled down past the photo of a cute college student with a perfect smile, past an arousing photo of two dark, delicate hands pinching stiff, espresso-colored nipples. She stopped on the third picture.

“Hmmm, yeah, here. She was thinking about your gorgeous lips on this!”

“Holy shit!” Barb gasped. Dark fingers spread the luscious brown morsel and held the damp labia apart. Her center glowed an inflamed pink and some of her fluids coated the bottom of her glistening slit. But the most striking feature was the bright clitoris surrounded by a very dark hood. It looked like a shiny pink pearl peeping out from a cocoa oyster.

“I know! And she wanted your lips on that! Cool, huh? Got me so hot I had to take care o’ business myself when I saw it.”

“Holy shit!” Barb fixated on the screen. “Damn, it reminds me of those chocolate-covered cherries you’d get at Valentine’s Day. Oh, God, that has me so, like, instantly horny.”

“How horny, Babs?” The two young women locked eyes. Shelly’s heart pounded as she imagined nibbling on the brunette’s lovely womanhood. Barbara’s heart pounded as she imagined having her lovely womanhood nibbled by the beautiful blonde. Barb leaned back in her chair, legs parted. Shelly dropped her towel to the floor, knelt and took her reward.

Shelly consumed Barb with great tenderness. While Shelly’s tongue and lips made love to Barb’s delicate folds and slick skin, Barb concentrated on the erotic image. When her labia were suckled, she imagined the labia pictured on the computer screen being lipped and savored in the same way. When the warm tongue tip slithered across her clit, she dreamed of tasting their cyber-friend’s glowing bud. Soon Shelly’s exquisite mouth and the graphic photo had her on edge.

Shelly lost herself in Barbara. She had masturbated to the photo and it left such a sweet afterglow. She knew Barb would want to stare at it while she came, too. So she contented herself in guiding the trembling brunette through two delightful climaxes. Only then did she allow her head to be pushed from between the wet, muscular thighs. Shelly helped Barb into bed and they cuddled.

“Are you okay, Shell?”

“Mmm Hmmm! I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of how you taste.”

“Mmmm, thanks. But—are you okay?”

“You mean do I need to cum?”

“Yeah, hon,” Barbara blushed. “Do you need to?”

“In a little. I just want to hold you for now, ‘kay?”

“Okay.” Barbara let casino siteleri herself relax, secure and treasured in Shelly’s arms.

“What are we doing for your birthday?” Shelly whispered in her ear.

“Hmmm, how ’bout more of this?”

“Well, duh! No, really, we should do something special. What do you want to do?”

“I dunno. Guess I haven’t thought about it too much.” Barb’s eyes were closed. Shelly could not stop gazing at Barb’s lovely face, and the exquisite lips curled in a tiny smile of bliss.

“Well, you gotta tell me ’cause it’s, like, tomorrow.”

“No, it’s, um, three days from now.”

“Babs, when’s your birthday?”

“The ninth, silly.”

“And what’s the date today?”

“Um, it’s the sixth. Right?”

“Noooo, it’s the eighth!”

Barbara’s eyes flashed open. “What?”

“Yuh huh. You’re silly! It’s tomorrow. And—it’s your biggie, too! So, I’ll go slow so you can keep up. Tomorrow, your twenty-first birth-day, you can have a special ce-le-bra-tion. But . . . you . . . must . . . tell . . . me,” Shelly felt Barb start to giggle and lowered her voice to sound ominous, “what . . . you . . . want . . . to . . . do.” The two dissolved in laughter.

As the moment passed, Barb admitted, “Jeez, Shell, I don’t know.”

“Okay, let me give you a few options. We can go out for dinner,” Barb raised her eyebrows. “Or a movie,” Barb’s nose wrinkled. “We could stay in and have fabulous sex—”

“Yeah, that one!” She panted like a puppy.

“Oh, my cute little slut,” the blonde cooed, rubbing her nose in the light brown hair until she found the skin of Barb’s neck. “But I’d like to do something special—”

In a tone of a princess commanding a vassal, Barb said, “Then you may eat me until I beg for mercy.” She giggled.

Shelly’s mood changed in an instant. “Babs, please, be serious for a minute.”

“Okay, Shell. I’m sorry.” Barbara sounded hurt and Shelly immediately felt a twinge of guilt. She had to remind herself that Barb’s feelings could be so fragile.

“No, you don’t need to be sorry.” The tall blonde sighed in frustration. “It’s just that I want to do something really, really special for you. With you. My twenty-first was over the break—”

“I know. I missed you horribly—”

“I missed you, too, and it just sucked! I don’t want to miss out on this one. And maybe we can make up for my suckie birthday while we’re at it.”

“I called.”

“I know, but by the time I could call you back it was late and I was, like, too sad, you know? I didn’t want to bum you out, too.”

“You could’ve called.”

“I should’ve.”

“I’d have cheered you up.”

Shelly hugged her friend. “Thanks, Babs.”

Barb sat up and looked into her lover’s face. The brunette’s blue eyes glowed. “Okay, Shell. So, what’d you want to do on your birthday that you didn’t get to do?”

“You mean, besides eat you until you begged for mercy?” she asked to lighten the mood once more.

“Yeah, besides that,” Barbara giggled.

“Well, I wanted to have a really nice, romantic dinner with candlelight, staring into the eyes of someone who means a lot to me. I wanted to come home and have a hot bubble bath for two, maybe with a little champagne. I wanted to trade long, slow, sensual massages with scented candles. And I wanted to make long, slow, amazing love before falling asleep in a hot, like, tangle-cuddle.”

“Wow,” Barb whispered. After a few seconds, she said “You told me you had a family dinner. I mean, that sounds, nice.”

“We had a family dinner ’cause my friends from home were either all gone or already busy. My little brother kept farting at me—God, he’s such a dork! And my uncle patted me on the head, gave me ten bucks and a can of beer.”

“Damn! That was a shitty birthday. Um, okay, let’s do the ‘dinner and—’ thing.”

“Deal!”

“Good. Now, you wanna get dressed, before, um—” Barbara’s voice dripped meaning as it trailed into silence.

“Before, what?” Shelly asked rhetorically. Then, “Uh, uh.” She rolled onto her back and beckoned her roommate with a crooked finger and a come-hither smile.

* * * * * * *

Beautiful weather on the birthday morning tempted them to skip classes. But Barb suggested that the evening would be much more fun without the guilt of truancy. Shelly reluctantly agreed.

The buzz around the dorm was over a trendy new Thai restaurant. Shelly made a last-minute reservation for six-thirty then arranged a birthday surprise. She just had time to shower, and throw on shorts and a favorite t-shirt before Barb got back to the room.

“How’d lab go?” she asked innocently.

Barb rolled her eyes. “My lab partner is such a dickhead. And he broke another beaker!”

“Another? Isn’t that, like, three already?”

Barb held up her hand.

“Five?”

“Yeah, and we have to share the replacement costs. Shit!”

“We’ll talk with the prof. Jeez,” Shelly slot oyna laughed, “he is a dickhead. Hope his plates at home are all plastic. Or paper!”

Barb’s anger softened and she smiled.

Shelly told her, “Forget it. Let’s get ready for our date.”

“Oh, Shell, I’m so excited. Aren’t you excited?”

“Yeah, it’ll be sooo fun. C’mon, go shower and then lemme do your hair. I know just how I want it to be while I stare at you all night.”

“Oh, you little dom, you . . . .”

Shelly stood and moved toward Barb until they practically touched. Barb felt her nipples tighten at the blonde’s proximity. She felt herself melt at the look in Shelly’s smoldering brown eyes. She hoped they would kiss.

Instead, Shelly told her, “You better go, or we might not get out of here at all,”

“Promise?” Barb whispered.

“G’on,” she growled in return. When Barb reluctantly turned away, she received a playful swat on the behind.

“Hey!” Barbara protested.

In awe, Shelly said, “Damn, that’s a gorgeous butt!”

Barb giggled, disappeared, and Shelly heard the shower run.

* * * * * * *

The playful tone and light teases continued as the two dressed. The stress of classes slipped away in the mounting anticipation of their evening. As promised, Shelly helped Barbara with her hair. She gave it an upward sweep and pulled just a few curly strands out to frame her face. It looked natural, sophisticated, and sexy.

“Wow,” Barb looked into the mirror. “I look hot!”

“No shit, Babs.”

“Thanks, Shell,” she replied as she hugged the taller blonde. “Should I do you?”

Shelly leered at her, and Barb flushed. “I mean, should I do yours?”

“I dunno, Babs. Should you do me?”

“No, I meant yours—like, your hair. Should I do your hair?”

“I’d rather you do me. Right here, right now,” she laughed as she stole a quick glance at the clock. “But we’ll be late. Too bad, too.” She dropped her robe and walked nude to bathroom, an extra sway in her hips. Barb stared at her roommate’s pert bottom, and she felt herself dampen.

“Oh, man, this is gonna be a great night,” she mumbled to herself.

Shelly came back with a metal bottle. “So, watch this.” She sprayed some mousse into her hands and bent forward until her hair fell. Both hands worked into the tresses. She used a light touch to crush it a few times, then stood quickly and tossed her head. Her hair fluffed, holding a gentle wave that fell past her shoulders. She could have just left the salon.

Except she’s stark friggin’ naked! Barb thought.

“Up here, girlfriend,” Shelly giggled when she caught Barbara eying her chest.

“Oopsie!”

They dressed and teased and laughed and touched as they passed one another in the small room. It seemed that the time whisked by and, suddenly, they were ready.

“What?” Barb asked. Shelly stared at her with an odd expression.

“Damn, Baby, you’re so gorgeous!”

“Barbara felt her cheeks go hot. “Thanks, Shell. Shit, you too. Look at you!”

Their eyes roamed over each other and the energy between them became charged. Shelly said, “We better get out of here.”

“Yeah,” Barb sighed.

They strutted down the hallway and heads turned. Someone wolf-whistled as they passed. A towel-clad co-ed burst from shower and nearly ran into Barb. They stared at one another for an instant before Barbara grabbed her behind the head and planted a lusty kiss on her surprised mouth. The shampoo bottles dropped to the floor with a plastic clatter. Barb released her, grinned, took Shelly’s arm, and the couple bumped their way down the hall. More hoots, and a breathless co-ed, swirled in their wake.

The cab had already arrived. They climbed in, passed on the address, and settled into the seat. Barb muttered, “That was fun!”

“Yeah, I thought Stacy was going to melt right there.” They laughed. “Oh, Babs, thanks! This is gonna be sooo great.”

“Happy Birthday, Shell.”

“Happy Birthday, Babs.” They shared a brief kiss. The cabbie checked the mirror, smiled, and watched the road.

* * * * * * *

The restaurant bustled and shimmered with activity. They found it magical and captivating. The table was a good one, though it could have been a little more private for Shelly’s tastes. She made sure to sit on Barb’s right side. The server’s warm greeting and attentiveness made them feel important.

He ran through the specials, handed them menus, made a recommendation and asked if they would like drinks while they decided.

“Well, it’s a birthday—” Barb began.

“She’s twenty-one today,” Shelly told him.

“Well, she turned twenty-one like, a week-and-a-half ago!”

“Ah, very well. Now, ladies, may I first see some ID, please?”

They showed their driver’s licenses and the man seemed satisfied. “Thank you,” he said as he handed back the cards. “If I may be so bold, would you ladies allow me to make a choice canlı casino siteleri for you?”

Barbara and Shelly exchanged a quick glance. Barb shrugged. “Okay,” Shelly answered for them both.

“Please review the menu, and I shall be back in just a moment.” He turned and hustled toward the kitchen.

Shelly reached under the table and found the edge of the slit in Barb’s silver dress. She ran her hand under the hem and touched Barb’s thigh. The silky stocking and its lacy top excited Shelly, and she sighed. “That’s a nice leg,” she whispered.

“Shit, Shell, you’re getting me turned on already! If you keep that up—”

“Yeees,” she prompted.

“This!” Barbara’s hand reached under the table, undid a few buttons on Shelly’s skirt and stroked upward. Her fingers traveled almost to the hip and felt nothing but smooth skin. “Did you go—without?”

“Maybe.” Shelly winked. “You’ll find out.”

The server returned with an ice bucket. As he set it next to the table, he bent toward them and murmured, “Ladies, this table is not so private, and the table cloth is a little . . . short.”

The two young women snatched their hands from each other’s legs. Barb blushed crimson, but Shelly just grinned.

“I believe we have a more suitable table back there.” He tilted his head for emphasis. “If you would care to follow me, please?” He picked up the bucket and led the way. The women grabbed their menus and trailed him.

“Here you are.” Their new table felt much more intimate, the light more subdued, and the tablecloth draped to the floor.

“Oh, this is perfect,” Shelly told him. “Thank you!”

“Now, in celebration of your happy occasions, I thought this might be nice.” He deftly tore the foil from the bottle, uncorked the Asti with a muffle “pop,” and poured each of them a flute. Then he immersed the bottle in its frigid marinade.

“I will be back in a few minutes. Please enjoy!”

Shelly observed, “He looks just like the hotel manager in that old Julia Roberts movie—”

“You mean, Pretty Woman?”

“Yeah. Doesn’t he?”

“Yeah. A bit older and fatter. Not so much hair. But he does.”

“I wonder if he can catch a flying snail.”

“Don’t you dare,” Barb warned.

“Oh, relax, I bet they don’t even serve snails here.”

Barb remained wary and decided to change the subject. “A toast. Right? Isn’t that what you’re supposed to say?”

“A toast.” Shelly tapped Barb’s flute and the ring of fine crystal made then smile.

“Happy Birthday, Shelly.”

“Happy Birthday, Barbara.”

They sipped at the wine.

“Wow, he’s right. This is good,” Barb proclaimed.

“Man, I like this,” Shelly agreed. Her hand tested their privacy and Barb shivered. “Now, where were we?” Her palm cupped Barb’s thigh and slid higher. Goose bumps raced up Barb’s leg and she felt a bolt of lightning sizzle into her pussy.

“Right about there.”

“You sure? Not here?” Shelly hand reached higher and found the edge of Barbara’s thong.

“Mmmm, no not quite there,” Barb whispered. She took another sip to steady herself.

Shelly reached under the elastic and brushed at her friend’s light tuft.

“Ooo, yeah, that’s pretty good!”

“Wait a few minutes” Shelly promised. She gave Barb a light tickle that got to them both. Then she peered into her menu as if nothing had happened.

“Oh, you big tease!” Barb’s subdued voice sounded harsh, but her blue eyes danced.

“I’m not teasing,” Shelly told her, all truth and innocence. She fixed her lover with an intense gaze and asked, “I’m previewing. Don’t you believe me?”

Barb registered the raw lust packed into Shelly’s expression, smiled and nodded. She could hardly wait.

The server returned and took their order. He brought them an appetizer, small bowls of soup, and wonderful dishes rich with coconut and spice. The champagne bottle was emptied. As the meal neared its conclusion they were feeling the warmth of good and spicy food coupled with fine wine.

“Babs, I need to tell you something. About Stacy.”

“Okay.”

“She asked me about you, once.”

“Really? Asked what?”

“Well, this was just after we, you-and-me-we, hooked up. And she asked if you were into girls. I said I didn’t know, but I was pretty sure she knew I was BS-ing her.”

“How’d she—”

“Wait, please. Lemme finish. See, Stacy and I had a night. This was probably three or four months before you and I got together.”

“Have you been with her since, um, ‘you and me’?”

Shelly covered Barbara’s hand with hers. “No. I’d have told you.” Barb relaxed.

“I’ve cum with some of my e-mail or PM friends,” Shelly continued. “But you know I do that, right? I tell you about them, right?”

Barb nodded. “That’s totally okay, Shell.” Then a sly smile stretched the brunette’s full lips and she admitted, “It’s even better when you give me details.”

Shelly smiled back. “Just wait,” was her enigmatic promise. “So, Stacy told me she wished you were. Into girls, I mean. ‘Cause she really wanted to get with you.”

“Really?”

“Oh. Babs, try not to be so pleased with yourself!”

“What can I say?”

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This is adult entertainment! Be warned! If you’re not into graphic depictions of sex, this is the wrong story for you! If you’re too young to be legally reading this, move along!

This is a work of fiction. It is not intended to reflect any particular person or persons, and the incidents portrayed exist in their current form solely in the writer’s imagination. You get the idea.

*****

After the incident when my daughter found out about me using her panties to tease her dad, she became much more inquisitive of the details of my relationship with him. When we were alone, she would ask me to tell her about some of the things I done with him.

She wanted to know how we got started in the relationship where I could have other men. She wanted to know what I did to tease John, to punish him, to really get him off.

Even though I knew it was probably very inappropriate to talk about these things with her, and was probably only fueling a fire I was not in control of, I would answer her questions and go into very intimate details with her. I told her about her dad’s foot fetish, his desire to be dominated in bed, how he liked to be “forced” to eat his own cum and even how I had started making him suck cocks. I let her read some of the stories he had wrote about some of our previous activities and even let her see some pictures I had taken of me sucking Chris one night and making him cum all over my feet and then making John lick all the cum from my feet.

I noticed that Kelly was going out of her way to do some of her own teasing of John after this. She would come in to the living room to talk to me and would wear very short shorts or sometimes even a shirt with only panties underneath. She was always putting her feet up and deliberately flaunting them in John’s direction.

One evening as she was sitting on the stool in front of my chair I watched her lift her leg up so that her foot was on the stool and as she was rubbing her toes I could see that she let her legs fall open a bit so that her very loose shorts parted to reveal that she was definitely not wearing panties underneath. As John caught that site I caught Kelly looking at me with a very knowing grin. Kelly was also very aware of how much John loved boobs and at times she would stand in front of us talking while playfully holding her shirt and rolling it up tightly to reveal her nicely toned belly, pulling higher and higher until she was just about to take it up and over her tits before smirking and pulling it all the way back down.

Since I had not yet shared with John the more open conversations I had been having with Kelly casino siteleri he was unaware all of this was a deliberate action by Kelly to drive him crazy. It was fun watching him squirm and try to be sneaky in his peeks and not let us know he was undressing her with his eyes. We sure could tell though.

One night Kelly and I were talking and she said she was really enjoying teasing John like she had been, but said she wanted to get to watch me tease him and punish him the way I had with her panties before. I told her I did not think we should let him in on all of this just yet. Kelly said she would hide in our room and would be totally quiet if she could just watch. She reminded me she had already seen the pictures so I should not think it was too big of a deal.

She always gets to me and within a few minutes we were planning how to accomplish what she wanted.

We decided I would start off alone with John and I would tie him up to the bed and would put a blindfold on him so she could get a closer view but not be seen.

She decided there was no better time than right then and told me she wanted me to go get him ready.

I was so off guard, I could not even think straight to put up an argument so I went to surprise John with a fun night of femdom.

I told him to go in and get himself cleaned up and to get himself prepared to be tied down. I also told him to get his blindfold out. That was an unusual request for him so I know he was more excited than usual.

While he was preparing I told Kelly to make sure she stayed very quiet and to not get so close that he would know someone else was there.

She told me to just do everything I would normally do and she would just watch. She went as far as telling me not to be embarrassed that I would be naked in front of her because she was fine with seeing naked girls too. That just made me a little wetter than I already was.

I went in and John was already tied up except for one hand. I tied that hand to the strap and pulled the blindfold securely over his eyes. He was already hard and dripping and I told him to get ready for a night to remember. I stood up and told him to give me a second to check because I thought I heard my phone ring in the other room.

I went to the door and opened it to find Kelly standing right there waiting to come in. Once she was in I closed the door and turned to find her holding her mouth to try to contain what was obviously a huge giggle at the scene in front of her.

I had to act like normal so I went back and joined John on the bed. I was very nervous but took his cock in my hand and slot oyna began to slowly pump him.

Kelly came right up beside me and bent in for a closer look.

I started telling John he had been a very naughty boy and he needed to be punished. As his pre-cum boiled out of his cock, I wiped it onto my fingers and brought it to his lips to clean off. As he licked my finger Kelly was doing everything she could to not laugh out loud. I continued talking to John, asking him if he wished he had a cock here to suck on. Of course he said no and I kept up teasing him about wanting to get a mouthful of cum or to be able to clean up someone’s cum from my pussy or my toes. His throbbing cock and flowing pre-cum gave him away and now Kelly was seeing firsthand what a cumslut he really was.

I then switched directions and reminded John he had also been a bad boy recently by getting his cum all over Kelly’s panties and how I had made him lick it off for getting them so dirty. As he was squirming and leaking he asked me if I was going to make him do that again. A flash of disappointment crossed my mind that I had not thought to get a pair from Kelly’s room so she could see that for herself.

What I did not expect was what I saw beside me as Kelly pulled her shorts and panties down in one quick motion and grabbed her panties to hand to me, all the while grinning from ear to ear and mouthing for me to go ahead.

As I took her panties into my free hand and told John that he would just have to wait and see, Kelly caught my wrist and mouthed to me that I had to smell them first.

I must have turned as red as I had ever been and she just giggled silently as she pulled her shirt over her head. I was stunned at what had just occurred and John must have been able to tell something because he asked me what was wrong. I told him to not worry about me and to just think about all of the cum I was going to feed him in a few minutes.

As I shifted a little on the bed Kelly pulled my hand back and held it as she reached over with her other hand and wrapped her fingers around John’s cock.

I just stared in disbelief as she slowly was pumping him. Before I realized what was happening she brought my hand up to her tit and cupped my hand in hers.

Here I was watching my beautiful, naked daughter rubbing my husbands cock while I was holding her tit in my hand and raising her moist panties to my nose. I breathed in the scent of her panties and told John he better be very hungry because he was going to cum a bucket load in a minute and he was going to swallow every drop.

Kelly took her fingers and canlı casino siteleri wiped up some of his flowing pre-cum and reached up to have him lick it from her fingers. I was scared he would tell the difference in the size of the fingers, but I think the taste of his cum had him too pre-occupied to even notice.

Kelly bent forward and sucked my nipple into her mouth. I shivered and leaned in to kiss her perfect little tit in return.

I started asking John how he wanted to cum, watching Kelly to give me her choice. I told him I could just jack him off until he exploded and then scoop his cum up and feed it to him from my fingers. That just brought a shake of her head.

I told him I could climb up and fuck him until he filled my pussy with cum and then move up so he could suck it all out with his mouth. Kelly mouthed “not tonight” to me. I told him I could use my feet to make him explode and then put my cum covered toes into his mouth to clean off for me. That brought a maybe look from her.

Then I teased him by saying maybe I would just wrap his cock in Kelly’s panties and let him fill them up with cum before I made him suck them clean. Raised eyebrows told me she liked that one too.

As I asked John what his choice would be Kelly leaned close to me and whispered “I am going to sit on the edge of the bed and pump dad’s cum into my panties while you kneel down and lick my pussy”.

Had I heard her right, could she have really just told me to lick her pussy? Her pointing direction to kneel while she scooted up onto the bed left no doubt.

She wrapped her little panties over the head of John’s cock and began to slowly pump him up and down.

He was moaning and begging for a break as I knelt down and touched my tongue to the most delicious flavor I had ever tasted. Kelly spread her legs and gave me plenty of room as she alternated between pumping John’s cock and giving him a few seconds of reprieve. She was so wet and tasted so delicious.

I was just getting really into it when I could feel her pumping a little faster as John again began to beg for a break.

All of the sudden Kelly said out loud “Go ahead dad, cum all over my panties while mom is down here eating my pussy”.

I thought John was going to die as he began to explode instantly. I was in shock, but just dove in and licked my beautiful daughters’ pussy as she was still telling John to get all that cum out.

As his explosion subsided and he was moaning “Oh my God” over and over, Kelly pulled the drenched panties from his cock and lifted them to his mouth as she told him “Open up dad, mom already told me how much you like to swallow the cum and I need these panties all cleaned up”.

As I continued to lick Kelly closer and closer to her own orgasm, I realized how proud I was of her…she was just as much of a slut as I am!

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I was the first to wake up and it took awhile for me to realise where I was after so much champagne and even greater amounts of sex last night with my boss, Richard, and his wife, Elaine, after their party in their amazing home. I was laying between them in their king sized bed with Elaine’s tanned back facing me and Richard’s hand resting on my hip inches away from my well satisfied pussy.

I was surprised to find that I was still in my stocking as I carefully tried to climb out of bed without waking up my new lovers. Gently I manage to get out over the top of Elaine and when I stood on the carpet I could see she was still peacefully asleep, but her full breasts were exposed over the white cotton sheet. Her twin tanned orbs stood out against the bright white sheet and looked so inviting to my hands and mouth, but I knew there would be plenty more opportunities to sample, adore, worship, and taste her breasts this weekend and in the future.

Quietly I slipped out of the bedroom and walked naked down to the guest suite and back into the shower after first removing my stockings. The hot pulsing jets of the multiple shower heads brought me instantly awake, but brought with it a slight hangover from excessive champagne consumption, and some aches from my thighs from wonderful sexual activity last night with Elaine and Richard.

I soaked myself all over, paying particular attention to my breasts and pussy. My nipples and breasts were tender from all of the attention they had received and from my dress brushing against them after removing my bra earlier in the evening. My thighs were tender from being spread wide and from Richard’s loins slamming into them when he was shagging me. Gently I fingered myself to freshen myself for the anticipated action that would continue once everyone was awake, refreshed & rested. I directed one of the low level wall mounted jets straight at my mound and I used both hands to gently ease my tender pussy lips apart to let the water spray into my pussy and onto my clit. God, the feeling was tremendous ….. I nearly came there and then …… the warmth and pulsing pressure on my clit made my knees go weak and my nipples harden even more. Quickly I diverted the jet onto my thighs before I orgasmed, my body still seemed to be hyped from the night before ….. or maybe it was now hyped anticipating the action that I hoped would come today.

‘God Hayli, get out of here girl before you cream yourself,’ I thought.

I turned off the low level jets and spent a couple of minutes shampooing my hair while I willed my body to settle down. Once I had rinsed myself thoroughly I stepped out of the shower and grabbed one of the big fluffy white towels off the heated towel rail and wrapped it across the top of my boobs and then wrapped a smaller towel around my head. The towel was so soft against my skin and its fluffy texture teased my horny nipples as I brushed my teeth and spruced myself up. Once I was dry I dropped the towels to the floor and admired my tanned trim naked figure in the heated mirror while I applied a touch of perfume, brushed out my hair and then took a minute to look at myself in the mirror.

‘Well Hayli things have changed in the last 12 hours,’ I thought to myself, ‘I wonder who is going to be taking hold of those lovely hard nipples next?’

I involuntarily rubbed my thighs together, ‘Get dressed girl, get some breakfast and get hold of yourself.’ I instructed myself.

Putting on a thick fluffy terry robe I headed off to the kitchen to start making some breakfast as I was sure Richard and Elaine would be feeling as famished as I felt now, and also that we would be needing plenty of energy for the rest of the day!!!!

I cooked a huge serving of pancakes, and set the table with fruit juice and strong coffee. I had just finished when the kitchen door opened and a freshly showered Elaine walked in wrapped in an identical robe, but with her lovely hair still wrapped in a towel. She looked at the table, smiled a warm beaming smile at me and then walked up to me.

I turned to face her next to the table and she walked right into my arms and kissed me square on the lips. I opened my mouth and her tongue darted in and met mine. I kissed her back hard. She tasted so great, her mouth, lips, and tongue were so soft and warm. I felt like I could just stand here and kiss her forever.

She eventually pulled away from me slowly, her lips lingering on mine before breaking contact. She stared at me with her beautiful sparkling blue eyes.

“Did you have fun last night, sweetie?” She asked in a soft voice.

“Oh yes.” Was all I could mutter.

“I’m glad, I was worried that we would overwhelm you or that you would be uncomfortable with some of the things that happened.” She said.

“No, last night was incredible. I have never had a night like that in my life. I loved it. I have to admit I am a little surprised by everything that happened but it was all wonderful.” I said.

“Great, I casino siteleri love having you here; you are so beautiful and sexy. I am going to have trouble keeping my hands off of you.” Elaine said with a chuckle.

I could feel myself blushing, her compliments embarrassing me a little.

“Are you hungry?” I asked her.

“Famished, you have truly outdone yourself, sweetheart. A fabulous lover and a great cook? You are quite a girl.” Elaine said.

“Please sit down and I will get you some coffee.” I said as I pulled her chair out.

She sat down and I hurried off to the kitchen to get her a cup. I put one teaspoon of sugar and extra cream, just like she liked it. I did have a mind for details and a great memory. Those were two qualities I used often to make myself more attractive in the workplace. Richard was very fond of reminding me of how important they were in our business. I returned to the table, filled her cup with coffee and set it down slowly in front of her, careful not to spill the hot liquid.

As I placed down her coffee I felt her left hand touch the back of my right knee and run slowly up my leg. She pushed my robe up as her hand ran up the back of my leg and touched my ass. She ran her fingers lightly over my butt and then touched the top of my crack. She ran her fingers lightly between my cheeks all the way down to the top of my thighs. As her fingers hit the top of my thigh my legs instinctively spread apart slightly.

Her fingers then brushed lightly at the bottom of my pussy. I was very sensitive there and I moaned lightly. I put my hands on the table to brace myself as my legs were still weak from the night before. I felt her right hand touch the front of my right thigh and run up my leg. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the pleasure. Her right hand brushed lightly across my pussy lips and grazed my clit. I gasped.

Her left hand went back to my ass and was running lightly up and down my crack. Her right hand was now rubbing my stomach above my pussy. Her hands were so warm and soft; they were sending tingles through my body. I could feel my excitement building slowly. How was this woman doing this with just her two hands? Her right hand dropped and touched my clit. I moaned out loud, spread my legs farther apart, and started pushing my hips forward, reaching for her fingers.

She rubbed my clit softly and circled it slowly. Her left hand was now massaging my ass cheeks a little harder. My hips were taking a life of their own and trying to force her fingers into me. She ran her fingers down and touched me between my wet pussy lips. She ran down the moist opening and pushed her finger inside me. I pushed forward, forcing her finger deeper up my wet slit. Her fingers on my butt were now running down my crack again and pushing between them to touch my asshole. I felt a surge hit me hard and I gasped and moaned.

“You like that sweetie.” Elaine whispered.

“Yes, yes.” I said through my moans and deep breathing.

Her finger pushed farther up my pussy and she pulled away from my asshole to rub my cheeks again. I felt her pull out of my pussy slowly and then touch my clit with her wet finger. She pushed against it and then moved it in a circle. I could feel my body responding, my first orgasm of the day building up in my toes. It raced up my legs and just as I was about to cum she touched my asshole again and I exploded. My body went into convulsions and my breathing was rough. She continued to rub my clit though my entire orgasm and then pulled away just before it became uncomfortable. My breathing slowed as I came down from the experience.

I leaned over and kissed her hard on the lips. I pulled back and looked right at her.

“I love you.” I whispered.

“And I love you sweetheart. Good morning.” She said.

I sat down next to her and we started to eat. My hunger grew with each bite. My little body had been through quite a bit and it was now craving energy. I ate more than I had in a long time. We finished and both realized at the same time that Richard was still not up.

“I guess we wore out loverboy last night.” Elaine said.

“When does he usually get up on the weekends?” I asked.

“By now for sure” she said as she turned to look at the clock displaying 9:30.

“Let’s go wake him up.” She said and sounded just like a little girl planning mischief.

She got up, grabbed my hand and dragged me down the hall to the bedroom door. We looked through the crack in the door to see Richard sprawled across the bed. His right leg was completely exposed, the sheet draped across his crotch and half across his chest. He looked magnificent lying there. Elaine pulled me into the room and we tiptoed to the bed. She stood me on the right side of the bed. I felt her hands wrap around me and untie my robe. She pulled it open and gently eased it off of my shoulders. She walked around the bed, laying my robe across the chair and then taking hers off and placing it on top slot oyna of mine. She walked up to the left side of the bed.

She reached out and grabbed the sheet. She slowly pulled it off, exposing more and more of his fabulous body. I saw his pubic hair and then his penis lying soft against his thigh. He remained sound asleep. She motioned to me and pointed to his penis. I saw her lean down and kiss it right on the head. I leaned over and kissed the shaft and ran my tongue up to the head, swirling it across the top. She kissed his balls and flicked them with her tongue. I opened my mouth slightly and sucked in the head of his penis. It was so soft, so different than last night when it felt like a rod of steel.

Elaine sucked his balls into her mouth as I pulled more of him into my mouth. I felt a hand touch my shoulder and I realized Richard was now awake. I turned my eyes toward him, sliding more of his penis in. He looked at me and smiled. I could feel him growing hard in my mouth. I pulled off and grabbed him with my hand. Elaine pulled off his balls and I put him in her mouth. She sucked him in completely and then ran her mouth slowly back off. I took him in and swallowed him down. I bobbed a couple of times on him and then pulled off.

Elaine looked at me and said, “Top or bottom, you pick.”

I looked at Richard and then at his rock hard cock. My pussy was tingling. Did I want his cock or his tongue? I didn’t know what to do until he looked right at me and licked his lips slowly. I knew what I had to do. I stood up and climbed on the bed, straddling his face. I sat down slowly until I felt his tongue touch my smouldering pussy. Elaine climbed up and straddled his crotch. I leaned forward and grabbed his cock and lined it up with her moist hole. I rubbed it across her clit and then slid it up into her wet opening. She sat down slowly and I watched his rod slide up into her beautiful body. I knew exactly what she was feeling as I was in the same position not 9 hours ago.

I sat up and faced Elaine. She leaned forward and pulled me to her. Her lips touched mine and her tongue shot into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her, our breasts smashing against each other. I could feel her hard nipples against me. I felt Richard’s tongue moving around my pussy. He was quite good. He touched my clit, flicking his tongue over it and then licked the inside of my lips. He then drove his long tongue up into me and locked his mouth over my pussy. I pulled away from Elaine as she was now bouncing on his cock. I held her as Richard continued to make love to my pussy with his fabulous tongue.

I leaned back and watched as Elaine moved up and down on Richard. I could see his cock going in and out of her. I watched her beautiful breasts bounce as she moved up and down. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. She was absolutely beautiful. I was transfixed and then I felt Richard’s teeth on my clit as he bit down lightly. I was ripped out of my trance and I felt another surge growing in me. He was now sucking my clit hard into his mouth. I pushed down on his face. I leaned forward and placed my hands on my thighs. Richard pulled my clit in and then bit down again.

Another orgasm racked my body. I screamed as I went into another convulsion, smashing my crotch into Richard’s face. Elaine was now moving quickly as she watched me cum. She banged down hard on his crotch and stopped. I saw her shudder through her own orgasm and then I felt Richard twinge beneath me. He was cumming inside her as she went through her orgasm. I was just recovering as Elaine lifted herself off of Richard. I saw his limp cock slide out of her and flop onto his stomach. I leaned forward and sucked him into my mouth.

I tasted his cum and Elaine’s juices mixing in my mouth. It tasted wonderful. I licked his cock until it was perfectly clean and then I got off of his face and sat beside him.

“Good morning, are you hungry?” I said to him.

He reached out and caressed my breasts.

“Famished.” He said as he massaged my breasts and lightly pulled on my nipple.

“Well then get your butt out of bed and come into the kitchen before it gets cold.” I said.

“Oh, darling, I don’t think anything is going to get cold around here today.” He said and looked at me with a sly smile, rolling my nipple between his fingers.

I looked over at Elaine. “Does he ever get tired?” I said.

“Fortunately for us, sweetheart, no, he doesn’t.” She said.

Elaine crawled off the bed and retrieved her robe. She picked up mine and walked to the side of the bed.

“Let her go, we don’t want to wear her out too early. We have a big day ahead of us.” Elaine said and pulled me off the bed and stood me next to her.

She put my robe on me and tied it back.

“Let’s go warm up the food for King Richard.” Elaine said with a giggle and pulled me with her as she skipped out of the room.

I walked behind Elaine, her soft hand in mine, into canlı casino siteleri the kitchen. She took a plate and started to put food onto it for Richard. She poured him a cup of coffee. No sugar, no cream for King Richard. She carried his plate and coffee to the table. She put the plate in the microwave and closed the door. I heard it kick on and watched the pancakes spin slowly through the glass. I was just standing there, mesmerized by the food spinning and the feelings flowing through my body.

Richard walked by me and sat down just as the bell dinged to pull me out of my trance. Elaine took the plate out and placed it in front of Richard. He took a sip of coffee and then drowned his pancakes with maple syrup. Elaine sat down across from him and sipped her coffee.

Richard looked at her and smiled. “So darling, what should we do with sweet Hayli today?” He said.

Elaine looked up at me and smiled. “Oh, I am sure we can come up with something.” She said.

I felt a shudder of excitement run through my sore body as I thought about the upcoming day.

While Richard was eating I cleared away the breakfast things and saw what a wonderful day it was becoming outside. I made us all some fresh coffee and then took my mug and the Sunday paper outside and sat on a lounger by the pool. I thought that this would give Elaine & Richard some time to talk and plan if they wanted to, and also give me time to think. Don’t get me wrong, I had absolutely no regrets about what the three of us had done, and I was excited about what we might be doing for the rest of the day. It just felt odd reading the paper while various ideas floated around my mind ….. all involving sex!!!!

About 15 minutes later Elaine came out with two glasses of orange juice. She still had on her robe, tied at the waist. I pulled my knees up and put the paper down so she could sit on the end of the sun lounger. I tugged my robe up to cover my knees. She passed me the fresh orange and we both looked into each other’s eyes as we sipped our juice. I wondered what she was thinking as she studied me. In return I was thinking how fortunate a position I was in with two great friends and two tremendous lovers, probably with no boundaries to limit us. Whilst Richard is a nice man, a great boss, and a sensual considerate lover, it was Elaine that fascinated me. I have dreamed about her, and in a way envied her for a while, but now I was finding out what a caring, sharing person she was. I wasn’t that naïve that I didn’t know that she was greatly turned on by the current situation where she and Richard had a playmate. She must have read my thoughts.

Sliding her hand onto the back of my calf I felt her warm silky touch on my skin, and I adored it as she calmly praised, “Hayli you are such a sweetie, and I know we are going to have such fun together.”

I closed my eyes and leaned back in the lounge. Her touch was electric on my bare calf and she ran her hand up to my knee and then down to my foot. I felt my robe fall off my knees. I opened my eyes as I realized I was naked under my robe and sitting in their backyard. I noticed for the first time they had a very tall fence surrounding the yard so I relaxed a bit. I leaned back and closed my eyes. I felt Elaine run her hand back up to my knee and then over to my thigh. I sucked in my breath as her soft hand touched my sensitive thigh.

Elaine’s hand left my thigh and I felt her take my glass away from me. I opened my eyes to see her place her glass and mine on the small table next to the lounge. She then touched my calf again and ran her hand up to my knee again. Her touch was so soft and warm. It felt like an electric current flowed out of her fingers onto my skin. I closed my eyes again.

Her hand moved back to my thigh and I felt her press lightly on my thigh. I opened my legs and felt my robe fall away. I knew my lower body was on full display in front of Elaine. I felt her hands touch my inner thighs and move back up to my knees. She then ran them down my thighs towards my crotch. She stopped inches from my aching pussy and then ran them back to my knees. I felt my crotch lifting off the lounge, reaching for her. I heard her chuckle.

“Hayli, you are such a sexual creature and so beautiful. I am going to have trouble concentrating on anything else while you are here.” I heard her say.

I opened my eyes and smiled at her. Her finger slid down my thigh and ran lightly across my pussy, brushing my swollen clit. I closed my eyes again and gasped as the mini-orgasm ripped through me. I felt her grab the robe and untie it. She pulled it to the sides as she slid her hand up my sides. I felt the robe fall and my breasts now felt the warmth of the sun. I felt her lips touch my stomach above my pussy.

She kissed all over my stomach and then worked her way up to my breasts. My nipples were rock hard and aching for her touch. She kissed between them and then up to my neck. I threw my head back as she kissed my sensitive neck. I then felt her lips touch mine softly. I kissed her back. She kissed my cheek and then over to my right ear. I heard her soft voice.

“Hayli, slowly look up to your left. Do you see the house next door?” she said.

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Chapter 1: The Climb

Heraclitus is a simple man, born into the blacksmith trade like his father, and his father before him. His flimsy, damaged sandals and his pale, red robe indicate to all what class he belongs to. As he moves hurriedly up this mountainside path, he remains low and cautious, like a beast stalking its prey. As he glances back, he can see the grand city of Thêbai in the distance.

Wiping sweat from his brow and scratching the itchy stubble growing on his chin; he takes a brief moment to appreciate just how far he has trekked. Catching his breath, he decides to move on, hoping to reach the top sooner rather than later.
The loose dirt beneath his feet makes silent moving an impossible task, and the broken buckle on his left sandal has already caused him to fall three or four times. He darts forward, determined to conquer this part of the mountain, his tied back hair bouncing against his spine with each hurried step.

The midday sun beats down upon Heraclitus, and the dryness of his mouth causes his mind to flood with images of water and fantasies of rivers. Only a fool doesn’t bring supplies on such an expedition, but it had all been rather impromptu; a spontaneous, spur of the moment decision that had started with the chance sighing of a blue-robed maiden. Only the Gods could have guided him along such a journey, at least that’s what he tells himself.

The path he is on leads to the Temple of Hera, a small and rather hidden temple that few people journey to, and luckily for him, it sits next to a small waterfall. A gift from Hera herself to all those willing to pay her tribute and offer her sacrifice. Men aren’t permitted at this site, but he’s willing to take that chance, and he’ll have no choice but to plunge his face into the stream to quench his aching thirst, if he makes it that is.

Heraclitus continues his climb, and as he curves around a monolith, he spots his ‘prey’ further along the path. Her blue robe is unmissable among the greens and reds of the surrounding environment. Crouching behind a boulder, he watches her follow the same path he is on. Even from this distance, her figure is seductive and her walk alluring. Each step making her hips dance from side to side like the hypnotic swinging of a pendulum.

As she makes it around the next bend, he reinitiates his pursuit, hoping that she doesn’t get too far along before he catches up to her. Unfortunately, it seems that the Gods aren’t entirely on the side of Heraclitus today as his sandal breaks once again and he finds himself sitting in the dirt with no option but to fix it.

Chapter 2: The Temple

Finally, out of breath and dripping in sweat, Heraclitus reaches the Temple of Hera. Walking along the small path that leads through the trees, their scent catching on the summer’s breeze, he comes to an opening. The sound of running water sets the scene for this small temple: its two columns stand tall, once white but now stained green by nature, vines of ivy grip the structure, almost holding it in place so that the Gods can’t blow it off the hill. The temple is built into the side of the mountain, of which they are only at the top of a small section of, and yet the city of Thêbai still seems tiny from here. The people, who would seem smaller than ants, aren’t perceivable to the naked eye.

As he approaches the temple, Heraclitus is distracted by the sound of splashing water from nearby. A small pool gathers to the side of the structure, just slightly out of sight from his position, and he’s suddenly reminded of his thirst, as well as the reason why he is here at all. He crouches down, using the temple as cover, and slowly edges towards a viewing point.

Peering around the corner, he feels that his luck has truly changed. Bathing in the pond is the very woman he was following, her robe and footwear sitting at the waterside next to a small tub. As she moves beneath the waterfall, her brown hair is washed down her back, almost reaching her exposed, tight ass which peeks out of the water ever so slightly. Teasing the world with its toned eroticism.

She rinses every inch of her body, her hands gliding across her skin effortlessly as she washes the dust and dirt from her flesh. As she turns around, the water splashes against her breasts, her nipples stand in defiance of the waterfall, appearing like the rudders of mighty ships as they push against the resistance of the Aegean Sea. Her pale flesh glistening with each droplet of water that splashes off it. This woman is truly a daughter of Aphrodite, Goddess of love, beauty, pleasure, and passion.

Heraclitus stares longingly at this radiant beauty. Only in his dreams have his hands rubbed against her flesh, their bodies merging to become one. The Gods must have sent him here for a purpose, he reasons with himself, and so he unbuckles his sandals, desperate to be closer to this Goddess. Just as he’s about to unbuckle his robe and let it drop the floor, the brown-haired casino siteleri water nymph climbs out of the pool, her entirety now exposed for all to see. He stands there, his jaw dropping to the floor as his eyes leave his skull.

Her flesh is completely bare, apart from the small bush of brown pubic hair that sparkles with droplets of water. Lifting her hands to her head, Heraclitus gazes in amazement as she ruffles her hair, letting all the droplets sprinkle across her slowly drying body, rainbows forming in the mist. Her body is a thing of true amazement: each part is toned and tight, truly reflective of her desire to please the Gods through climbing this path every single day.

Lifting the small pot that sits by her clothes, the woman stirs the blood-red substance held within, preparing to smear it across her naked flesh. Many speak of the ritual practices of the Cult of Hera, but no man has ever witnessed these rituals for himself. It’s one of the reasons the temple is so far from Thêbai. Surely the Gods know that no path is too long or treacherous for any man if such a sight awaits him at its end.

She begins by marking her face, using just a fingertip to place red dots across her forehead and cheeks, surrounding the eyes like warpaint. Dipping two fingers back into the tub, she rubs them down her body in one long motion, all the way from her shoulder to her waist, stopping only to get more on her fingers before carrying on down to her toes. After copying the pattern on the other side of her body, she draws circles around her breasts: one large circle, and then a smaller one that borders her areola.

Heraclitus, now excited beyond what he believed possible, takes his robe off and drops it to the ground, cluttering the steps that lead inside the temple. Stepping out proudly from his cover, he lets his presence be known with a loud, and almost proud cough, his erect penis waving in the air with each step. However, his presence doesn’t have the expected reaction as the poor woman screams with surprise, her screech echoing off the nearby mountain.

“Heraclitus? You scared me! What are you doing here? You know that men aren’t allowed to visit this temple, especially not today of all days!” she says, gasping afterwards to regain her breath, a hand resting on her heart which is undoubtedly beating as fast as that of a hummingbird.

“I had to see you, Pandora. Aphrodite herself would tremble at the sight that I am gifted with today,” Heraclitus tells her, slowly stepping towards her.

“The Gods will not stand for this, Heraclitus, what if they see us? What if someone from Thêbai sees us and spreads word of our actions?”

“There is nobody here but us, I promise you,” he says hoping that his words are true. He certainly didn’t see anyone whenever he climbed up the path.

Standing in front of each other, they glance up and down. This is the first time they’ve seen each other naked, and both their hearts are pumping blood hard and fast to the areas that need it the most. Heraclitus’s cock is pulsing, and Pandora feels an inner yearning. She raises a hand towards him, but pauses, pulling herself away.

“We can’t be together, Heraclitus, as much as I wish otherwise. My father won’t allow it and the Gods themselves won’t allow it!” she turns away, shielding her body from his gaze.

“Please, Pandora, the Gods led me to you today. I am here by their will and their will alone. Could it be mere coincidence that the bird whose flightpath I was following led me to you? If it weren’t for that bird, and it’s perfect timing, I’d still be in my shop. Besides, what is so wrong about us being together? Who is your father to decide who you love?”

She turns back around, their hands joining for the first time in months. They have grown used to stealing glances in the Temple of Zeus in Thêbai, or occasionally at the blacksmith’s when Pandora’s father is in need of new metalwork. Heraclitus will often let his brothers deal with her father so that the two can sneak around the back of the shop to talk, even if only for a short moment. Usually unable to risk making physical contact out of fear of being witnessed.

Despite Pandora’s naked flesh being within his grasp, Heraclitus stares deeply into her eyes, their hands locking tighter as they move closer to one another. As their faces near, their lips lock in a moment of pure love and ecstasy. This is their first kiss, first together and first of their lives. Letting their hands fall loose, Heraclitus places his on Pandora’s waist, as hers rest against his chest, his pectoral muscles serving as a shelf. The kiss is hot, sweaty, and yet completely innocent; born out of both passion and love. Suddenly, Pandora pulls away, shattering the moment into a million pieces.

“We can’t…not here! We dishonour the Gods, Heraclitus!” she explains, holding her hands to her heart as tears begin to form in her eyes. “You should go…”

There’s a long pause, and for a moment, Heraclitus considers slot oyna leaving, the long walk back down the hill seeming worth the reward that he just received. But giving up that easily wouldn’t be honouring the Gods either. Are they not the ones who taught humanity to fight for what they desire? Are all the great stories not about persistence in the pursuit of what you most want and need in this world, especially when that thing is love?

“What if I want to stay here?” he asks her, “with you!”

She can’t hide the smile that spreads across her face, her cheeks beginning to glow pink. The sun is moving beyond the other side of the hill and a shadow is cast across the temple, sinking it into a darker state, spreading until the landscape, including Thêbai, is shrouded in the veil of the mountain.

“If you’re going to stay, you’ll have to look the part. You’re likely unaware of this, but today is nude day, so we have to honour the Gods in the manner they intended,” she tells him, glancing down at his already naked body, “but we pay our respects to the Gods, ask them for our forgiveness, and then we leave, ok?”

“Of course,” he responds, secretly praying to the Gods for the opportunity to do more. How often will their naked bodies be so close to one another; so easily within reach that to stretch out an arm would be to ignite the passion that the poets speak of daily.

Pandora lifts her tub and swirls her fingertips in the red substance. Staring up at Heraclitus’s stubbled face, she smears streaks across his cheeks. Dipping her fingers in again, the liquid looking more and more like blood, she pauses for a moment as her eyes trail down his body. She raises her hand to his chest, hesitates, and then drags her fingers around his nipples, creating a swirl pattern that connects right to left. Her fingertips gracefully glide down the centre of his abdomen, and as she kneels, she’s face to face with Heraclitus’s hard, throbbing cock. She reaches for it, pausing so close to it that she can feel its heat, but she moves to the side and drags the pattern down his thigh to his toes.

Repeating the same again on the other side, she dips just one finger into her tub, and this one touches just below his bellybutton. As she moves her finger down, across the substantial bush blocking her path, she traces along the shaft of his cock, which quivers, shakes, and twitches at her touch. Stopping at the head, she lets out a stuttered sigh before standing up to face him again.

“We…we should go inside,” she says, her face and chest now the same colour as the paint, but she doesn’t move, pausing to admire the strong and powerful man standing in front of her. “If Gods roamed this world…” she mutters under her breath, before turning around to head inside the temple.

Dark clouds crash over the mountain, running down the side of the hill like an avalanche. The sun’s rays are blocked, the clouds practically eclipsing all light from this world. But the wind remains still, and the sounds remain beautiful, and neither Heraclitus nor Pandora can take theirs eye off one another long enough to notice the change in weather. The darkness growing, swirling above the temple like a mighty sky whirlpool.

These two naked souls, marked in preparation for honouring the Gods, walk inside the temple. The interior is small, and there’s a tiny altar in the centre which holds a pool of clear water. Standing boldly on the opposite side of the room from the entrance is a statue of the Goddess Hera. Perched on her arm is a mighty eagle, much grander and heavier than what any mortal person could hold. As Heraclitus and Pandora kneel on either side of the altar, facing the white marble statue, they bow before the Gods, muttering their own prayers and invocations.

A sudden gust of wind blows the candles out that light the temple, and darkness falls upon the lovers. The world appears to rumble and shake, and flashes of lightning are followed immediately by bellows of thunder. The altar in the centre of the room topples over, narrowly missing Pandora as the pair crawl to each other, gasping and shaking. They lift themselves up, struggling to maintain balance as the ground beneath them shakes and quakes, the entire mountain feeling on the verge of cracking open.

Just as they turn around to flee outside, the two columns crash down, blocking any hope of escaping. The ceiling begins to cave in and as they hug each other tighter, it seems that all hope of surviving is lost. Staring up at the sky, the angry clouds above them tear open as lightning strikes inside the temple. They both scream as the bolt only just misses them, with a second bolt striking the same place, and a third, and a fourth, each hitting the statue of Hera. The Goddess remains unchanged, but the eagle on her arm tilts its head, stretching its neck and then its wings. Gradually gaining colour, it grows and grows until it pushes through the temple’s roof.

As it lets out a mighty shriek, it stares down at Pandora and canlı casino siteleri Heraclitus as they cower in terror. Heraclitus grasps his arms around Pandora, doing his best to shield her from the beast. As it lets out another cry, one that makes the ground tremble further, it reaches out with a talon, picking the two up with ease. Tearing the sky open with its powerful wings, it lifts into the air, flying through the dark cloud that lies above, piercing the heavens to reach what lies beyond.

Chapter 3: Olympus

Pandora is the first to wake, her ears ringing and her head pounding. There’s nothing around them but whiteness. Where has the eagle gone? Where is the temple? Why does her body feel so strange, as if it is separate from her mind? She watches as Heraclitus wakes up, his head falling into his hands as he tries to regain focus. Neither is in a condition to use words, but they reach for each other’s hands. Wherever they are and whatever happened, is happening, or will happen, at least they are together.

Heraclitus stands up, wobbling slightly as he tries to find his balance. He glances around but all he can see is cloud. They are standing on a hard substance, but it doesn’t appear to be Earth, but rather Cyclopean in nature: a giant structure with no apparent end. His bare feet remind him that the pair are still naked, the red ink smeared and even dripping as sweat runs down their bodies, falling to the ground and being absorbed by the material below. Reaching down with one hand, Heraclitus helps Pandora to her feet, her mouth wide open as she glances around their new environment.

“Where are we?” she mumbles, leaning against Heraclitus for support.

“It’s not the underworld, at least not the one that I imagined, but where else could we be? That messenger of Zeus certainly devoured our bodies, so this must be death.” His words were cold and empty as he faces the realisation that they just might be true.

“THE UNDERWORLD?!” a voice bellows, coming from nowhere and everywhere at the same time, “You dare speak of my realm in such a manner after disrespecting my wife’s temple, mortal! You dare defile her sacred day of nude with your lustful thoughts and actions! Do you believe yourselves above the laws of mortals? Do you believe yourselves to be Gods?”

All around them there is nothing but cloud for as far as the eye can see, and yet standing larger than most mountains, a giant, bearded man steps forward. Both his hair and beard are long, white, and flowing, and he’s adorned with golden jewellery, each piece larger than any building in Thêbai. His hand alone could crush the city into dust without exerting any effort at all.

All the air in Pandora’s lungs is ripped out of her, and Heraclitus drops to his knees in disbelief. Each muscle strand of this God is longer than any river, and any bead of sweat would fill the oceans. His naked body, exposed and intimidating, screams power and respect. Though it is the least of their concern, the pair can’t help but glance down at the ginormous penis that swings from side to side like a cosmic pendulum. Even in proportion to the rest of his body, its size is incredible and terrifying.

“Forgive us, oh mighty Zeus! Please!” Heraclitus begs, dropping all the way to the floor as he clasps his hands together.

The sky glows yellow, and in Zeus’s hand a thunderbolt stretching beyond sight itself begins to form. It cracks and zaps with an unforgiving anger, each shock echoing around the mortals, shaking the very ground they stand on, forcing them to duck lower as they cower in fear and awe.

“Please, almighty Zeus, our actions only reflect our love for one another. We were stupid and we made a mistake, but we meant neither you nor our wife any disrespect, you have my word, you have our word!” Pandora cries up to him, hoping for the slightest shred of mercy. “Our only intention was to honour Hera’s day of nudity…”

“I will obliterate you both from existence for your actions! Your story shall serve as a warning to the rest of humanity!” he decides, pointing the hissing bolt of lightning at them.

In a similar manner to inside the temple, Heraclitus and Pandora clutch each other, hoping to share just one last embrace. They close their eyes, preparing themselves for the end.

“Wait!” a female voice commands, appearing to put Zeus’s plans temporarily on hold as he lowers his lightning bolt.

Glancing up, Heraclitus and Pandora are surprised to see a regular sized person. She’s wearing a white robe, so white that the surrounding clouds begin to appear grey in colour. Her pale skin and dark brown hair contrast one another, the latter being held in place by a golden hairnet and a regal crown. There’s no debate over which Goddess this is, especially since they were staring at her statue mere moments ago.

“Hera…” Pandora mutters under her breath in disbelief, admiring the Goddess’s soft features which almost seem statuesque in nature, as if her skin is made from marble.

“My love, these mortals desecrated your temple on the mountainside of Thêbai. They must be punished!” and with that, his arm cocks back, preparing to throw the mighty bolt of lightning down upon the couple.

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I had my soft dick in my hand. I gently rubbed it and slid the foreskin back and forth over the glans. I was embarrassed as hell.

“Come on, Marc! Please do it for me! It’s our last time together, man.”

I looked at my friend Carl’s face, freckled and ruddy. I’d known him for several years. He was lying naked on my bed and I stood beside the bed, my dick hanging loosely over his face. I squeezed my dick harder, trying to force an erection.

“That’s good, man. Keep it up,” he panted.

Carl’s own dick was standing at attention pointed hard out of the nest of red pubic curls surrounding it. I could see a drop of his cum hanging from his piss slit to his stomach. Then I felt his hot breath on my nuts. I yanked back.

“No sucking, Carl, no fucking way.”

“No, no, no,” he said softly. “Just trying to blow on it, help it get hard.”

This was his goddamn idea. Jacking off is a private thing to me. I’d never done it in front of him before. We’d only talked about sex, like all young guys do. Besides, although I knew I was bisexual, Carl was not even remotely attractive to me for some reason. He wasn’t ugly or repulsive or anything. I guess it was that I’d known him as almost a brother for so long I just could not relate to a sexual relationship with him. We’d never even seen each other naked before.

“It’s getting bigger, Marc. Come on, man. Shoot your cum in my face.”

I closed my eyes and imagined Donna Mayo. I’d shot my cum on her tits last summer while she played with her clit. Just after I’d fucked her crazy. That did it. My dick began to grow in my hand as I jacked the foreskin back and forth over my dickhead. I looked at it. No longer soft pink, it was shiny purple now and swollen. Maybe I could do this after all.

I was doing this, jacking off on Carl, as a farewell present to him. He’d always been my best friend, my lab partner, and fellow sports junkie. When he heard we were moving he frantically made the confession that he loved me and all he wanted out of life was to have sex with me. He begged me to fuck him and finally negotiated me down to masturbation. He said he wanted to watch me cum all over him, just once at least. He said he could live with the memories of the onetime forever. It took me four days to work up the nerve to grant him his wish.

“Unnnnnhhhhh! Oh my god! Oh my god!”

I watched as Carl’s body arched on the bed in front of me and he ejaculated his load everywhere in several long ropes of cum. A big creamy shot landed on my hand and dick. I was too far gone to care anymore. I used his cum as lube and frantically slapped my dick as I skinned the foreskin back and forth over the purple monster. It was too late for shame. Thick cum poured forth from it all over Carl’s face. He licked my cum from his lips and his eyes burned with a fire I’d never seen before. He reached up to grab my dick. I stepped back away from him.

“Please, Marc, please!”

I could see tears in his eyes.

“No, Carl, never. I can’t believe I fucking did this. I’m sorry. I love you man. Good luck.”

I pulled up my jeans and ran from his bedroom. I yelled goodbye to his parents watching TV in the den and took the elevator to the first floor of the apartment building. I took a cab back to the shabby apartment where I lived with my family. I burned with humiliation and felt the cab driver could see straight into my heart and knew the reason. I’d run out on my best friend, left him in tears after he’d told me he loved me. I left Carl with the impression I was straight as an arrow. How could he think any differently? He knew I’d fucked his sister. He’d caught me in bed with her as I was pumping my dick into her pussy.

But my shame came from knowing that I’d also fucked Zack Paulofsky several times, Zack of our baseball team, Zack the cute little shortstop who was also like the team mascot. Carl would never know Zack seduced me in our hotel room when we roomed together at state competition. Zack was fiery hell in bed and loved my dick in him more than any girl I’d ever been with. We continued our little sex games until Zack’s dad moved them to Los Angeles last month. I’d known Zack wanted me the minute I came out of the shower that first night and he was lying naked in his bed, legs spread showing me his little pink pucker and hard dick. Why had I never known Carl was in love with me? It must have really hurt him that I fucked his sister instead of him. So I decided it was better he think of me as a straight arrow. Better that than to long for me after I’d moved away. Was that really why? Or was I just a total asshole.

My name is Marc Taylor, age eighteen. I’m six seven with blond hair and in good physical shape. My friends call me the Viking and tease me about being a blond hairy giant. I have thick blond hair on my legs, arms, armpits, and crotch area but still only just a little hair around my nipples with a hairy stomach. Being so tall, one would think basketball casino siteleri would be my best sport. I’m good in it, real good, but I’m a killer on a baseball field. My coaches have always been amazed that I’m better at it than basketball but truthfully, I don’t really even like basketball as a sport. I just play it because I like sports. But I grew up a rabid Yankees fan and Dad took me to as many of their games as he could. Baseball is in my blood.

Let me take my story back just a bit. My mother, Alice, was a nurse at our local hospital and my father, Jacob, was a civil engineer who worked for the federal government. My older sister, Jane, was completing her senior year in electrical engineering at Columbia University in New York. My older brother, Josh, was in his junior year in chemical engineering at UCLA in Los Angeles on a football scholarship, and a younger brother, Alex, was in eighth grade. I thought life was great. I intended to become a civil engineer like my dad but I planned to specialize in geo engineering. Then life unraveled almost overnight.

I was in the middle of my junior year of high school in Brooklyn, New York where Dad worked as a civilian engineer employed by the federal government at Fort Hamilton Army Base and we lived a comfortable middle class life. Then disaster struck in multiples. My father had invested heavily in an engineering business a friend of his operated in Brooklyn. Dad had put up his money to get the business operational and served as a silent partner who owned fifty five percent of the business. His partner, Richard Thompson, made a stupid construction error in a building the company erected. He failed to closely supervise his workers and his construction foreman used inferior grade materials, pocketing the extra money for himself. To make a long story short, part of the building collapsed shortly after it opened, killing five people and injuring several more. Richard was noble and publicly acknowledged at the investigation that my father was not an active participant in the company operation. Richard lost his professional engineering license and his livelihood. At least Dad didn’t lose his license or his reputation. In fact, the news media was quite kind to Dad. However, when the dust from the lawsuits settled, we lost not only our home which was heavily mortgaged but basically everything else except the clothes on our backs. At least Dad still had his army base job and it wasn’t in jeopardy. It just meant that suddenly my elder siblings had to take out loans to complete their education.

Then my maternal grandfather got cancer. He’d moved to Albany, Georgia after he retired from the postal service. My grandmother had died a few years earlier and a couple of years later Granddad married Arlene. She was a longtime friend of both grandparents and had worked with Granddad at the post office. Upon retirement they decided to move to Arlene’s hometown of Albany so she could help take care of her 94 year old grandmother. They moved into the grandmother’s home, a large rambling house with twenty rooms surrounded by a covered veranda or as they call it in Georgia – the porch. Continuing the theme of multiple disasters, the grandmother died within a year of their moving in with her and Arlene inherited her house. Then in another year, Arlene died of a heart attack and my grandfather inherited the house. Granddad would not consider moving back to New York. He seemed to love Albany and the country life of hunting and fishing. We visited him several times before we ended up moving there ourselves. I’ll be honest. I’m a big city boy and there’s not a country bone in my body. I enjoyed visiting Granddad but I was always thrilled to fly back to New York City. I felt like a fish out of water in Albany and I was simply baffled by the accent of the people of deep South Georgia.

When Granddad was diagnosed with lung cancer, my mother took leave from her job and flew to Albany to be with him. It became apparent that she was going to have to stay for the duration and suddenly Dad was given the opportunity to accept a position as an engineering supervisor on the Marine Corps Logistics Base. His supervisor at Fort Hamilton helped him to get the job. At the time, we were living in a small rented apartment where we’d moved after losing our house. Mom was relieved and Dad was happy for the first time since the engineering disaster. We were all living in Granddad’s house sixteen days later. Granddad was thrilled to have us with him, Mom was happy we were all together again, and Dad seemed like the weight of the Western world had lifted from his shoulders. Alex was not too happy about the move to Georgia but didn’t seem to lose much sleep over it. He’d just turned thirteen and really was more interested in playing football than academics. Granddad had told him he would be a football star in Albany.

As for me, I was completely and totally devastated to the point of major depression. I was still slot oyna in a funk over the business with Carl. I’d lived in New York all of my life among millions of people and I just couldn’t believe I was being moved to a small South Georgia city of around 75,000 people. Albany High School had around 750 students in grades 9-12. It was a crushing descent from Brooklyn Technical, the largest specialized high school for science, technology, engineering, and mathematics in the United States. During my first week of classes, I felt like I’d left the civilized world and moved to a third world country. I seriously contemplated suicide. It seemed like everything in my life was going wrong and I obviously had no clue about how to handle it. I was a good student whose best subjects were math, physics, and chemistry. The science program at Albany High was no match for Brooklyn Tech. The school counselor enrolled me in their chemistry, physics, and calculus classes although I was warned that I might have difficulties since it was the middle of my junior year. My Dad vouched for me and essentially forced them to let me in the classes. I was astounded that no one there was familiar with Brooklyn Tech. They all seemed to think it was some sort of technical training school where you learned cosmetology or practical nursing, cooking skills, and that sort of thing. A week of class at Albany High and I knew their ‘advanced’ courses covered information I’d mastered in my freshman and sophomore years. I was so depressed I could barely communicate. It created a problem for me socially because people quickly considered me to be a damn Yankee nerd who thought he was better than everyone else. My calculus teacher was from Japan and she seemed to understand my frustration, giving me extra assignments and attention. She could relate to my dilemma because Japanese education is so different from American.

I’m a good all around athlete capable of performing well in almost any sport, the only saving grace available to me. I was able to bury myself over the remainder of my junior year and throughout my senior year in football, basketball, and baseball. My dad had insisted that his children study martial arts from an early age and so I was able to fend off bullies by beating the shit out them the first time they bothered me. I got suspended a couple of times for fighting in my junior year but it quickly established my reputation as one not to be fucked around with. I got along okay with my fellow students but I didn’t form any true friendships while at Albany High and didn’t socialize away from school.

During my senior year, my English teacher described me as generally polite and friendly but quiet and withdrawn. He actually wrote in my permanent record that I ‘was like a Clint Eastwood spaghetti western clone — silent, smart, and polite but approach with caution’. I was furious that such a thing was put in my permanent record but my family thought it was funny. By this time Alex was in the ninth grade attending the high school with me. I thought the comment made me sound like a borderline psychopath. When I voiced that opinion Alex shot me down.

“But you ARE a borderline psychopath, Marc. Don’t you know practically everyone at the high school, students AND teachers alike, are afraid of you?” Alex laughed.

He thought it was a great joke and everyone at the dinner table laughed but it only increased the feelings of how isolation within me.

At this point I need to make some things perfectly clear. Albany, Georgia really is a beautiful little town and South Georgia really is a nice place. Most people are genuinely friendly and will help a stranger in need without any prompting from someone else, a big change from Brooklyn — from New York City in general. In New York City, you can fall down dead on a busy sidewalk and people will just step over you and keep going. People don’t get involved with other people. It’s not cruelty. I think it’s more a defense mechanism than anything else. It’s dangerous on the streets of New York and there are a lot more weirdoes per square mile than one will find in all of Albany, Georgia. Plus, the damn Yankees (as I was eternally called at Albany High) are more reticent. People in South Georgia are just more open and friendly in my opinion. I personally think it has a lot to do with the fact that one is not likely to be mugged with regularity in Albany, if ever. You can actually walk out of a restaurant without having to have a swivel head looking for danger from any direction. But I grew up in New York City and I’m as accustomed to what is required to live in the New York area as Georgians are to eating grits. More importantly, while it is true that New York has its share of homophobes, in general it has a more accepting attitude for the homosexual community. There are more homosexuals and homosexual friendly people in New York than there are in the entire population of Albany, maybe in the whole state of Georgia. I was canlı casino siteleri terrified that I might be identified as a queer in Albany.

One of the first people to really stand out to me at Albany High was a guy named Joe Tom Aronoff. Aronoff was the superstar alpha male of the high school and to me he was a walking Adonis. He was 6’5″, only two inches shorter than me. He was the most beautiful boy I’ve met in my life. He was slender and muscular with hair so black it had a blue sheen to it. His eyes were so light blue they seemed unearthly. I first saw him changing classes in the hall a few days after I began at Albany High. I had to fight for self control to keep from staring a hole in him and revealing how much I instantly lusted after him. He and I would occasionally pass each other in the halls but we never spoke. Then on the first day of spring baseball practice, there was Joe Tom in a skin tight baseball uniform that had me panting for him. He was good on the field and I was not surprised when he was elected team captain. It was then I heard the first nasty comment about him. A couple of guys were pissed about his becoming captain and amongst their stream of vulgarities they described Joe Tom as nothing but a motherfucking Jew.

Joe Tom easily fended off the Judaism prejudice as just ‘one of those things’ and was capable of being narrow minded himself. I quickly picked up on Joe Tom’s lighthearted banter about queers. Once I heard him talking about the local custom of feeding queers to the alligators in the Okefenokee Swamp. I mentioned it to my grandfather who laughed and said the ‘custom’ joke probably had a basis in reality, that the local people hated queers and thought they were Satanic, bore the ‘mark of Cain’. Granddad also commented that it was only because Joe Tom was such a great athlete and came from a rich family that he wasn’t mistreated for being a Jew. Apparently, his family owned a successful jewelry store over in Waycross, Georgia among other business investments.

My conversation with Granddad only served to confirm my original suspicion that I’d moved to the back end of hell, definitely a third world country along the lines of Uganda. A few days after baseball practice began I was in the showers and I first came face to face with Joe Tom naked. It was all I could do to keep from falling to my knees and begging him to fuck me. His body was like a god from Mt. Olympus. He had a light tan and his body was deliciously hairy like my own. He had dark black hair on his legs and forearms. His armpits had the thickest forest of hair I’d ever seen on a boy our age. There was a thick mat of hair in the center of his chest and around his large pink nipples. His abdomen was covered in hair but not so much that you would miss the washboard abdominal muscles. His feet were the most sensual and gorgeous of any guy’s I’ve ever seen, long and slender with clear translucent nails, a light dusting of black hairs on the top of his feet and toes. His penis was monstrous, the thickest I have ever seen, at least 9 inches long circumcised with a huge mushroom that was much larger than the width of his cock with a pair of pendulous balls suspended in a low hanging hair covered pouch. His entire crotch area was covered in a mat of thick long black pubic curls. A walking porno star. I stumbled as I passed him — so engrossed in staring at his cock that I failed to see a pair of shoes on the floor. Joe Tom reached out and caught me.

“Whoa there, dude! You can hurt yourself falling down on this fucking cement floor. What are you thinking about — calculus or something?” He laughed at his joke.

Fortunately, he didn’t seem to realize I’d been staring at his dick. We were the only two in the locker room. I usually was one of the last to shower because I was afraid I’d throw a woodie in front of the other guys and get caught. I’d be forever condemned as a queer. As it was, there were jokes that I was ‘shy’ about my nakedness which went along with what was considered to be my aloof personality. Joe Tom walked on past me giving me the opportunity as he walked past to look at his gorgeous ass. It was lightly covered in blue black hair that got thick as it entered the cleft of his butt cheeks. I wanted desperately to see his rosebud asshole.

That night I awoke in a sweat having a nightmare about being eaten by alligators in the swamp. I had to get up, turn on the light, and go to the fridge for a Coke to calm down. I slept fitfully the remainder of the night. I know it was my nerves on edge, fearing my bisexual tendencies would be discovered. And here, there was no such thing as bisexual. You were either normal or a queer. After that nightmare, I nearly quit the baseball team but the coach wouldn’t hear of it. He asked if I was getting harassed by some of the other players for being a damn Yankee but I wouldn’t offer any comment. I agreed to stay on the team but I was careful to never shower with the team after practice again. I’d just walk home to shower. I nonchalantly tried to pretend that Joe Tom was not around. My ignoring him obviously didn’t concern him in the least. He always had a swarm of friends, both male and female, surrounding him.

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“Tyler! I really need your help! I’m so scared!”

“Okay, calm down. What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to say on the phone, it’s too embarrassing. Can you please just come over?”

“Okay, hold on! I’m on my way.”

That’s Claire. She’s a friend. Well, a close acquaintance I guess…it’s kinda complicated. But I’ve realized life’s usually complicated.

We met in high school. We were classmates in a couple classes, but never spoke. She was one of those popular girls, probably because she’s drop dead gorgeous and every guy that looked at her wanted to drop through and fuck her brains out. Needless to say she got a lot of attention. Guys wanted her, and girls wanted to be her.

Of course I was one of those guys, but I was also one of the nerdy kids. I played trumpet in the band, hung out with some of the goth kids, and would do what I always did with girls I liked. Memorize her beauty and then rub one out at home thinking about her. I didn’t say it was healthy, but what’s a teenage boy to do?

When I was 18, a senior in high school, I was involved in an interesting interaction with Claire. I had just gotten out of band practice and was walking through the halls to get to my locker when I heard someone yelling from the girl’s locker room. I walked up to the closed door and propped it open slightly to listen.

“Hello? Is anyone out there? Hello!” It sounded like Claire’s voice.

I yelled back in. “Hey! Uh, I can hear you!”

“Who is that?”

“It’s Tyler, from class!”

“Tyler?” She called back.

“Yeah, the nerdy guy?”

“Oh! With the converse?” She shouted back excitedly.

I looked down at my rugged converse all-stars. Wow, she remembered those? “Yeah!”

“Oh good! Can you please come in here?”

“Um, this is the girls’ locker room.”

“Please? No one’s in here, and I need some help!”

I sighed. If I got caught, I’d be the laughing stock of the whole school. Not to mention I’d probably be expelled. Damn my male curiosity.

I pushed open the door and walked into the locker room. I was surrounded by lockers, but didn’t see Claire anywhere.

“Claire?” I called out.

“In here!” I heard from the direction of the showers. Jesus, of course she’s in the showers…

I slowly walked in that direction and ended up in front of several vacant shower stalls. The one at the end was closed.

“Claire? You back here?”

“Yes! I’m right here!” I saw a hand come out from behind a curtain. “Now you’re not going to perv at me are you?”

“What? No!”

Unfortunately

“You’re the one who asked me in here!”

“Alright alright, well, I’m trusting you. I need you to do me a favor.”

“Um, okay…” My male brain started to heat up with possibilities of what the next few minutes would involve.

“I had a change of clothes and a towel in here, but some of the girls took them and ran away.”

“Jesus, that’s mean.”

“Yeah, tell me about it. I have another change of clothes in my locker, but I didn’t want to run naked all the way down the hall to get them. Can you go get them for me?”

“Um, yeah sure. What’s the number?”

“1374. The combo is 35-20-12.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

“Alright, hurry! I’m kinda freezing. The damn hot water stopped working.”

I rushed off to her locker. It was up on the second floor toward the cafeteria. I got to it, put the combination in on the lock, and opened the door. It was quite organized on the inside. Books were neatly lined up on the bottom. There were pictures of her friends taped to the walls and back of the door. A water bottle was hanging from a hook on the inside, and so was a canvas bag. Other than that there weren’t any clothes that I could see. I figured they must be in the bag. I grabbed it off the hook and looked inside. There was a shirt, short shorts, I should probably stop looking through this…

Couldn’t hurt to check to make sure this was everything she needed!

I pushed past the shirt and froze. Laying at the bottom of the bag was a pink bra with a matching pink thong. Damn, a thong? This girl was hotter than I thought. Just under the bra was a strip of six condoms. Wow…six? Well, at least she’s safe…

I quickly closed the bag, looking around in case anyone had seen. I was still alone, thank god. I closed the door and headed back to the locker room.

When I got there, I called in again. “Claire?”

“Tyler! Did you get it?”

“Yeah, is anyone else in there?”

“No, c’mon in.”

I walked to the shower area. She was holding out her hand from behind the shower curtain. I handed her the bag, and she pulled it in, making sure to keep out of sight.

“Thank you so much! I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

“No problem.” I said awkwardly. We were silent for a second and I could hear her putting on the clothes. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I stammered.

“Thank you again Tyler!”

I walked out of the locker room. Well that was anticlimactic. But what the hell was I expecting, a scene casino oyna from some porno where the girl invites the random guy in to fuck her brains out? She barely remembered me! I looked down at my semi hard cock in my jeans. So pathetic…

When I got home, I proceeded to vigorously rub one out to all the fantasies that could’ve happened in that locker room. Imagining Claire’s tits, her pussy, if only she knew how hard she made me.

The next day, I saw her in class. She was wearing a nice black skirt and a short sleeve v-neck. My mind tried to imagine that pink bra and thong set under her clothes.

When the bell rang, to switch classes, she came up to me. “Hey Tyler. I just wanted to thank you again for helping me out yesterday.”

“Yeah, no problem.” I looked up at her from my desk. Her brunette hair cascading down to frame her beautiful face.

“You’re…not gonna tell anyone about that, are you?” She looked rather nervous, biting her lip as she looking into my eyes. God she was cute.

“Of course not. Your secret is safe with me.” I smiled up at her.

She smiled back. “Thank you Tyler, that means a lot to me that you would keep it a secret.” She turned away to leave the classroom and then turned back. “You’re a good friend, Tyler.”

I was surprised. “Um, wow, we’re friends?”

“Of course we are.” She smiled at me again and then left the classroom.

A month and a half later, Claire had barely said two words to me. She’d occasionally smile at me in the hall as we passed, but if she was with her friends she would completely ignore me. Figures, but nothing ventured nothing gained. I certainly wasn’t begging for her attention.

On Friday, I was walking out to my car when I felt someone run up next to me and grab my arm. I looked over to see Claire and she seemed rather flustered. “Claire?”

“Just keep walking, I’m being followed.” She mumbled to me. I started to turn to look at who was following her but she pulled my arm toward her, steering me forward again. “Don’t look! Just pretend you’re my boyfriend.” She held my arm closer and leaned her head on me as we walked, as if we were close lovers. Somehow I was okay with that.

Jeez I’m easy.

Suddenly I heard a deep voice from behind me. “Claire! Where you going? Thought you were gonna hang with us!”

I felt Claire turn slightly toward the voice. “Oh hey Billy! No, I decided to go hang out with my boyfriend. Have you met him?” We turned toward the voice. When I saw who it was, I immediately recognized him. This was the wrestling-team’s-biggest-player Billy. The no-one-messes-with-Billy Billy. “This is Tyler.” And this was the about-to-have-his-tiny-ass-kicked Tyler.

“You’re dating this guy now?” Billy eyed me up and down. I was probably a full foot shorter and a hundred pounds lighter than this beast of a boy. “Like I believe that.”

“It’s true! Going out for almost two weeks!”

“Right…prove it.” I looked over at Claire. How the hell was she going to prove it? She looked at me, grabbed my face, and kissed me. And she put fucking effort behind it, making sure to kiss me hard, use some tongue, she even pressed her body to me and stroked my hair while her lips pressed into mine. Jesus, it felt amazing. Even if Billy didn’t believe we were dating, she was certainly convincing me. My cock was hardening in my jeans.

She finally ended the kiss and looked back at Billy. “See? Dating.” My head was spinning as my eyes wandered back to him as well.

Billy seemed to disapprove, severely, but turned around and walked away, grumbling.

Claire looked back at me, still holding me. “Thank you so much for that.”

“Um, wow, no thank you.” I chuckled, then I noticed her look down between us.

“Oh my goodness, um…” She pulled away, looking at my crotch.

I tried to cover myself up. “I’m so sorry!”

“No, it’s okay.” She looked up at me, a slight smile on her face. “I’ll take it as a compliment.”

I awkwardly smiled back at her. I noticed her look back toward where Billy was and then to me. “Hey, do you mind driving me home? I was hoping to get a ride from those guys, but they seem more interested in something else.” She rolled her eyes.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with that from them.” I motioned down to my crotch. “You don’t think I’m like that?”

“No, I think you’re a better guy than that. But I know sometimes they have a mind of their own.” She smiled, motioning to my cock.

“Heh heh…yeah…” I half smiled back.

We were silent for most of the ride to her house. Occasionally she would tell me to turn on a street or would comment on the quality of my car. I tried to keep it clean and neat.

We finally reached her house, which was a McMansion on the side of a hill. It was fenced in but I could tell it had a pool in the backyard. There were also two really nice BMW’s in the driveway, I assumed her parents’.

I pulled up and she turned to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you so much for everything today. I don’t know how to repay you.”

“No need, I’m glad I could help.”

“Well, I said slot oyna we were friends now and I haven’t really been following through with that. We should really hang out more, like how real friends do.”

“Oh wow, Claire, that would be awesome.”

“Here, let me give you my number.” She took my phone from where it was on my dash and typed in her number. “There, shoot me a text and we can chat.” She winked at me. Then she turned and got out of the car. I watch her ass sway in her jeans all the way up to her front door.

I texted her while I was driving home to give her my number. She text back with a smiley face and a “thanks again!”

Three weeks later, I hadn’t heard from Claire. I’d seen her in class but the two times I had texted her, she hadn’t responded. I wasn’t surprised. It was a fluke that she even suggested for us to exchange numbers.

The next day, I noticed Claire wasn’t in class. I didn’t think much of it past the thought that she might be sick but it wasn’t my business. But at the end of the day she texted me asking if I had been in class.

“Yeah, are you okay?” I texted back.

“Yeah, stomach bug. I’m fine tho. Can you bring by my homework from class?”

“Sure.” Ug, well I guess if she needed help, I’d help her. I’m not a douche. But that meant I had to go out of my way to her house and…she texted me again.

“And can you grab the bag out of my locker and bring that too? There’s something in there I need.”

Jesus, I should be charging this girl. I went to the school library and made a copy of the sheets needed for her homework and then headed down to her locker. When I reached it, I put in the code and opened it up. I found the canvas bag in there and grabbed it. Curious what was so important that I had to go back to her locker, I opened it up. Inside was another change of clothes, sunglasses, and more condoms. A different type of condoms from what I had seen earlier.

Later, I pulled up to her house and instead of the two BMW’s I had seen earlier, I now saw a red pick-up. I walked up to her door with her homework and bag and knocked. After a minute of not answering, I knocked again. Still nothing. Then I heard laughter and splashing from behind the house. Stomach bug my ass. Angry, I called her. She picked up after several rings.

“Hello?” She sounded out of breath.

“Hey, it’s Tyler, I’m at your door.”

“Oh awesome! I’ll be right there!”

I waited another minute when finally I saw the door open. Standing there, dripping from head to toe, in a pink string bikini, was Claire. My jaw dropped as I looked her up and down. Her brunette hair was slicked back from the water, allowing me to see fully her fantastic rack, her taut stomach, wide hips, and killer legs. She smiled at me as I blatantly checked her out. “Hey Tyler.”

“Uh, hey, um, Claire.” I couldn’t stop raking my eyes across her body to look her at her face.

She smiled at me. “Is that for me?” She reached over and pulled the bag from my hand.

“Um, yeah, here you go.” I stuttered.

“Thanks so much Tyler. I really appreciate it.”

My eyes had landed on her breasts. I could feel my cock starting to swell. I barely noticed her walk toward me until she put her hand on my chin, pulling my eyes up to hers. “You’re such a sweet guy, giving so much and asking for nothing in return. You’re a true friend.”

I awkwardly smiled at her as we kept eye contact for longer than was really appropriate, but I didn’t want to look away. Her eyes had something in them.

“Hey Claire, bring that sexy ass back here!” I heard a male voice yell from inside the house.

“Sorry, gotta go. Thanks again!” She quickly moved away from me and back into the house.

“Yeah, sure.” She went back inside and started to close the door when I realized I was still holding her homework. “Wait! Claire your…!” But the door shut in my face. I stood there for a second, contemplating what just happened. She didn’t even need the damn homework. She just wanted…the condoms…Jesus fucking Christ.

I headed home, seething in my realization of how I was just used to deliver condoms. I went up stairs, pissed off, and sat at my computer surfing the web. After a few minutes, I realized I had ended up on a porn site. I started watching random videos, but my thoughts drifted to Claire. I replayed in my mind how she had looked in that bikini, water dripping off her tits, abs, thighs. I came hard that night to the image of that look. A look of power. I had completely forgotten about the porn.

Another week passed. Nothing changed at school. Claire of course didn’t really speak to me, but I wasn’t surprised.

On Friday, around 12am, my phone suddenly rang. It was Claire.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Tyler! Are you busy?” It sounded like she was in a crowd.

“Um, no, just on Reddit.” Code word for watching porn.

“Can you come get me? I’m at a party and my friends left me here.”

“What? Why?”

“I don’t know, can you just come get me?”

“Fine, text me the address.” God knows why I kept doing these things for her. She was practically canlı casino siteleri a stranger to me, but I still felt compelled to help her. Maybe it was because I was a nice guy…or that she was hot. Fuck me, I’m such a horny idiot.

I showed up at the address in about 15 minutes. It was a small house but it looked packed with young people. Loud music blared from the open door. She was standing on the corner in a minidress and heels with a tiny purse. She got into the car when I pulled up and we started heading to her house.

“Thank you so much for helping me out again Tyler. You’re an amaaaaazing friend!” She sounded just a tad tipsy.

“No problem. What happened to your ride?”

“They didn’t want to wait for me.”

“Wait for you? To do what?”

She looked over at me, knowingly, and then rolled her eyes and smiled. “Matt.” She giggled.

“Wait, what?”

“Matt, I did Matt.”

I was silent for a moment. She had a one night stand and she decided to call me to pick her up? What the hell?

“Tyler, don’t judge me, okay? Matt’s just…ug, he’s so hot and his cock, it’s just so big!” She moaned a bit in her seat.

“Alright, alright, I don’t need to know all that.” I cringed at the thought of another dude’s dick in the girl I was fantasizing about. Not good fapping material.

She looked over at me with a grin. “Don’t be jealous Tyler.”

“I’m not jealous.”

Wait, was I?

“Well then just don’t judge me! Look, I’m 18, I’m horny, and we used protection! It’s okay!” She waved her arms around to help her make her point. “Oh! Speaking of which! I need more condoms! Here! Pull over into this CVS!” Her words were slurring even more as she became more excited.

“What? Right now?”

“Yes! I can’t sneak them in while my parents are awake!”

We pulled into the CVS and I helped her walk through the store. She searched through the condom options, making comments about each. “Ribbed feels weird, don’t ever get that. Trojans are good. Aha! The thin kind!” She pulled them off the shelf. “These are the best. Well, no condom is the best, but that’s beside the point.” I rolled my eyes as she giggled at her perverted, drunken joke. I guided her loud self to the front desk, trying to avoid the disapproving eyes of midnight CVS goers.

When we got up to the front desk, she put the box on the counter and started going through her purse. After a few seconds she spoke. “Uh oh.”

“What?”

She turned to me, “I don’t have any money on me.”

“No way.”

“Tyler, I’ll pay you back, I promise!”

“Oh, cmon Claire!”

“Pleeeeease?” She gave me puppy dog eyes.

I couldn’t believe it. “Ug! Fine.” I whipped out my wallet and paid for the condoms. I heard Claire mumbling thank you’s and apologies to me as the clerk bagged the box. I grabbed it and her and we headed back to the car.

The trip was silent back to her house. When we reached it, I handed her the bag. “Here.”

“Thank you so much for everything tonight, Tyler.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I sighed.

She looked at me with those puppy dog eyes again, “You’re such a good guy, Tyler. I feel so safe with you. I know that I can count on you for anything and that you’d never take advantage of me.” She looked down at my crotch. “Even though you might want to.” She giggled.

I rolled my eyes. “Look, just try not to get into these stupid situations, okay?”

“Okay.” She pouted. Suddenly I saw a glimmer in her eye. “I know how to repay you. You jerk off, right?”

My eyes widened as I looked at her. “Excuse me?”

“Oh all boys do it. And you like me, so you probably think about me when you do it, right?”

“Claire…”

“It’s okay, I totally understand. Here…” I watched in shock as she reached up her dress and pulled down her panties. They were black lace to match her dress. Then, she just plopped them in my lap. “You like me, I know that, so I’m giving you something to show my…appreciation that I know you’ll be able to enjoy, okay?” She was still tipsy, her drunk mind finding the logic in this very odd situation. “I know you’d never take advantage of me, so I’m giving you this as a token of my graditude.” She smiled at her tipsy self as she spoke. “Use them next time you think about me!”

“Claire, I can’t accept…” She suddenly leaned over and kissed me. Her hand reached down to her panties. She grabbed them and, while her tongue distracted my face, she used her other hand to pull open the waistband of my pants and boxers, and tucked her panties in alongside my hardening cock. I felt her hand brush against my cock and she immediately wrapped the panties around it.

Then she pulled away, pulling her hand out, and looked into my eyes. “Let me know how it goes.” Then she got out of the car and walked up to her house.

I was paralyzed. Holy shit…what the fuck just happened!?

My mind was going a thousand miles per hour. Did she seriously just…just…holy shit. I could feel the panties coiled around my cock. I didn’t dare reach down to take her panties out of my jeans. Even though they were already touching my most private area, it was almost like admitting to myself that I was okay with accepting these if I touched them with my hand. My cock strained hard trying to feel the panties as much as possible. My body was betraying my mind.

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This story picks up where the first part of the story ends.

So my stepmom, Jen, and I are on a cruise together after my father and brother have to cancel at the last minute for work. Jen is a curvy 42 year old. She has dark hair, brown eyes and large breasts. I am Brad, a 20 year old, fairly skinny guy.

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Then with a glint in her eye, she said, “Come on stud, it’s time for dinner.” Not sure, but I think she stressed the word “Come”.

At dinner, not only was Jen not mad at me for what happened earlier in the day, she seemed to take pleasure in it. To my relief, nothing more was said about it, but Jen seemed to strut around a little.

After dinner, I did my thing. I went to the casino and explored the ship. It really is like a floating city. Jen did her thing and went to see a show.

When I got back to the cabin, Jen was there. We talked about the next day’s plans and got ready for bed. I got in bed. A few minutes later, Jen got into bed. This time she did not put a pillow between us.

I replayed the scenario from earlier in the day. Once I was removed from the embarrassment, I saw that it was pretty hot. Jen was pretty cool about it. I started to think about Jen in a different light. I drifted off to sleep thinking about what happened.

The next day we woke up and got ready for the excursion. We took the shuttle to do a hike through a rainforest. We saw a waterfall and swam in the water just below the waterfall.

Just before we swam, when Jen took off her shorts and shirt to reveal her swim suit, I was shocked. She was not wearing her typical, conservative one piece swim suit. She was wearing the kind with a skirt around the bottom and a bikini top.

The small red bikini top fabulously showed off her large breasts. I had never seen her wear a bikini before. I had never seen her in just a bra before. Wow.

She caught me staring. She said, “I take it you like my new swim suit?”

I simply said, “Looks great.” I was referring to both her tits and the suit.

She said she used to wear a bikini when she was younger, but as she put on casino oyna a couple extra pounds, she felt self-conscious. Since she didn’t know anyone here, she felt she could be more adventurous.

We got into the water and swam for a bit. I saw a number of guys in the group checking her out. There were a few girls my age swimming, and despite that, I found myself checking out Jen. When she stood, I watched as the water ran off her, down through her cleavage. I thought it was poetic. Here we were by a pretty waterfall and I was looking at an even better waterfall.

Time came to leave. We got out of the water and dried off.

She said, “I hope I didn’t embarrass you with this outfit.”

I said, “Not at all. In fact, I think a number of guys appreciated it.”

We got back on the shuttle and Jen leaned over and whispered, “Too bad the shuttle is not overcrowded.”

She had that mischievous glint in her eye again.

I know she was teasing me. I felt as though I shouldn’t respond, but I say, “Yeah. It’s a shame.”

We got back to the ship. I showered and got ready for dinner. Then Jen went to shower. She came out of the bathroom in just her panties. My eyes must have been the size of saucers.

I saw (more like, stared at) her tits and they looked fantastic. Big and heavy looking. They were obviously paler than her arms and upper chest. They had dark areolas with erect eraser sized nipples. I’d seen several tits in real life, but they were by far the best I’d ever seen.

Jen said, “What? The bathroom is too small for me to get dressed in. Besides, you were staring at tits all day yesterday and the top I had on today didn’t hide much. It’s not a big deal.”

I said, “I guess not.” Then to tease her, while staring at her erect nipples, I said, “I can see your points.”

She then grabbed her bra and put it on. I know she was trying get to me because she didn’t bother to turn around when she put it on. She just watched me, as I watched her. Once her tits were covered, I directed my attention to her panties. I could see there was some hair down there slot oyna but couldn’t tell much else.

She finished dressing and we went to dinner. A couple of times, Jen would put her hand on my leg, lean over and say something to me. She didn’t say anything sexual or anything she couldn’t have said out loud, so I was think she just wanted to touch my leg.

After dinner, Jen said she wanted to go see another show. I went to the casino. After a few minutes at the casino, I found myself not into it so I left to walk around. As I was walking around the decks, I kept thinking about Jen and her tits. Several times, I told myself, that she was my stepmom and I had to cool it. It didn’t matter, I kept coming back to those tits. Finally, I decided that I was going to go back to the cabin to take care of my pent up sexual energy. Jen was at the show, so I figured I had another hour or so before she got back.

I opened to the door to the cabin and there was Jen in all her glory. She was completely naked. She was playing with herself. She stopped and looked at me. This time it was her eyes that were as big as saucers. She recovered quickly.

She said, “Can you come in and close the door?”

So I did.

Without trying to cover up, she said, “I thought you were going to be gone longer. It’s been a while since your father and I had sex because of that damned project he’s working on. I was turned on by everything that happened and needed some relief.”

I said, “Well, I was turned on by everything that happened and came back here for some relief.”

“Why don’t you take care of yourself, while I take care of myself?” she said.

I responded by taking my clothes off in record time.

Jen was leaning on some pillows against the headboard. I sat down on the bed by her feet.

I then took time to appreciate her truly womanly body. Her face was glowing and she had lustful brown eyes. Seeing those tits again was beautiful. I was tempted to grab them and suck on them.

Now I was able to admire her pussy. She had a landing strip of hair leading to a picture perfect canlı casino siteleri pussy that was glistening with her love juice. I was again tempted to go play with her.

I knew masturbating with my stepmom was unusual, but she was still my stepmom. I told myself that she may be turned on, but she doesn’t want her stepson fondling her. It was a weird, crooked boundary line, but I was going to respect.it. If I could.

I had never thought of my stepmother as sexy before this trip, but sitting on that bed in all her nakedness, convinced me I was only looking at her as a parent, not a woman with needs. While she dressed conservative, underneath those mom clothes was a woman to be desired.

Jen snapped me out of my thoughts when she said, “Am I going to be the only one doing anything? I felt that cock of yours cum, now I want to watch it cum.”

With that, I started stroking myself slowly, because I could feel that I was not going to last that long. Jen was watching me stroke myself twice, then rub the head of my dick. Then again, stroke twice and rub my head. I had to make that moment last.

Jen was softly moaning and then said, “This is so hot.” She was rubbing her pussy with her right hand. Her left hand was pinching her pointy nipple. She licked finger and put it in her pussy. I almost lost it.

I had to take a break from stroking myself. I said, “Jen, you are so hot.”

She enjoyed hearing that. She started fingering herself faster. I could tell she was getting close.

She said, “I want to see that cock cum. Cum for me now.” Then she took her finger from her pussy and started sucking on it.

I started stroking again. I was so close.

She then took her right toe and gently touched the bottom of my balls.

That was it. I said, “Oh Jen!”

I came so hard. My first shot was intense. It flew through the air and landed between her tits. The second shot hit her stomach. I aimed the remaining cum shots at her leg.

Getting hit with my cum seemed push her over the edge. She furiously played with her pussy and seconds later she came.

As I was thinking to myself, “This is a great vacation.” Jen took her finger, touched a spot of cum between her tits, and brought it to her mouth.

She said, “Hmmm, tasty.” She got up, kissed me on my lips and went to take a shower.

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And the Truth Will Set You Free

© 2013 Scalia

Editing by TeNderLoin

This is my very first story submitted to Literotica. It is my ending to Saxon Hart’s story, In the Dark, http://www..com/s/in-the-dark-30. It was written with his permission. If you haven’t read his story, this story will make no sense. In my story, there are no ex-Navy Seals, Secret Agents and the like. Rather my series of events include things that are legally possible. Oh, it does end with the total destruction of Ken Ingalls and the BTB brigade will absolutely hate this story.

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My name is Darleen Ingalls. You might have read about what happened to me in Saxon Hart’s story: In the Dark. In that story, you learned how that bastard of my ex-husband, Ken Ingalls, and his employers framed me for drug smuggling in Thailand. I was sentenced to forty years of imprisonment and that’s where I learned that sometimes life could be worse than death.

Well, here is the story of my redemption. This is from the diary I kept. There is not much conversation in it, nor is there any sex, per se.

Oh, and by the way- Scalia (who helped me get my diary ready for your reading enjoyment) wants you to know that everything written here about the law can and has happened in real life.

June 1, 2008: Another date with Eric. It went well until he spent the night. At 3:00 AM, I awakened him by screaming ‘NO’ over and over again. The fact that my arms and legs were flailing, and I repeatedly hit him, did not help. When I finally woke, he asked what the fuck just happened. When I told him the truth, he just got dressed and left. Fuck, fuck, fuck, and fuck again.

June 15, 2008: Another nightmare about my imprisonment. It started like all the rest: I wasn’t imprisoned for drug smuggling. No, it was for cheating on Ken. Then, every time I was beat up, sent to the hole, etc., Ken would appear and say, “See, bitch? This is what you get for cheating on me.” This must have been the 15th night in a row. If I don’t do something soon, I will go crazy.

July 1,2008: My therapist recommended I join a self-help group of ex-cons telling their stories. A Professor at a local college ran it. I told mine, swore it was the truth, and that night I did not have the nightmare.

July 3, 2008: Professor called and asked if I would tell my story to his class on the 15th. Said I would. Again no nightmare!! Third night in a row!!!

July 7, 2008: Went on my third date with John last night. We ended up in bed and falling asleep together. Again no nightmare or flailing: seventh nights without the nightmare. YIPPEE. Also, I’d had the first major orgasm since I got back from Thailand. I don’t know what is more exciting; that I had an earth shattering orgasm, that I hadn’t had my nightmare in seven days, or that John and I are going to meet again on the 10th.

July 15, 2008: Gave a 30-minute talk to the Professor’s college class dealing with imprisonment around the world. Three students walked out, and another two vomited in class. One student asked me a question, “So what kind of punishment do you think is fair for drug smuggling?” When I replied, “The funny part is that I did not smuggle drugs. This was for cheating on my husband,” you could see the smirk on everybody’s face like, “Yea, your husband went to all this trouble to nail your cheating ass. Give me a break.”

July 17, 2008: Professor Jameson called and thanked me for my presentation. He asked if I would be willing to speak to other groups about my experience. I said, “Yes.”

August 15, 2008 – December 1, 2010: Thus began my lectures. I talked to any group that would have me. Primarily it was college students, but sometimes it was high school kids, and occasionally professional groups. When asked if I had actually dealt drugs, I answered ‘no.’ I said that it was a set-up, and left it at that. By the time two years were over, I was giving the same canned lecture to groups in an eight-county area.

September 1, 2010: Gave a lecture to a class. One student asked if I had ever seen Ken again. I said I thought I had, but the SOB seemed to have vanished into the wind.

September 3, 2010: Came home and found an envelope taped to my door. Inside were Ken’s current home and work address, phone numbers, social security numbers, credit reports, and the like. Ken is currently living a Portland, Oregon. Also attached was his Linked-In and Facebook profiles along with a notation I was now Friended by Ken. I went onto the computer and sure enough there was my SOB ex-husband, with pictures of his wife, my sister Louise, and their daughters. I found out what church they went to, and the civic groups they were involved with. I even saw a picture of their homes (one primary and two vacation condos, one in Maui and the other in Paris France) along with pictures from their last three trips. One look and realizing what my cheating had cost me, I immediately ran to the bathroom and puked my guts out.

December 1, 2010: Gave a lecture at “Women’s Empowerment: Women casino oyna Helping Women in the Work-Place.” Met Ms. Alicia Keys, Attorney at Law. At the coffee and Danish meet and greet afterwards, she asked, “Well Darleen, if your husband set this whole thing up to punish you, where did he get the money? It must have cost at least a hundred, to a hundred and twenty thousand to buy and waste one kilo of heroin. Where did he get the money?” I stood there mute as I had an epiphany. Finally Alicia asked if I was ok. I snapped out of it and said out-loud, “Where did the fucking money come from? We were the average upper middle class family. We didn’t have that kind of money and I could not see his employer giving Ken the money to set me up. Where the fuck did the money come from!”

December 15, 2010: Alicia called. She wants me to meet her old college roommate, Michele Zambraski. She said Michele’s an agent at the local office of the Drug Enforcement Agency. She said I should just tell my story truthfully, and leave it at that.

Dealing with the Drug Enforcement Agency (DEA)

December 21, 2010: I met with Michele, and immediately got the impression that she too thought I was just a ‘drug mule’ who got caught. The only spark in her eyes was when I told her I had no idea where Ken got the money. I gave all the contact information the unknown party left on my door.

April 1, 2011: Something weird was going on. Michele asked me, no demanded, that I come back for a second interview. When I told her I was too busy, she said if I came, I might ultimately get some closure.

April 2, 2011: Called Alicia and asked her, “What the ‘F’ is going on? Michele wants me to return.” She said she would check into it, and call me back.

April 15, 2011: Had an appointment with Alicia. She first said, “You have to hire me as your attorney. Give me a dollar.” I did and she then said. “As your attorney, all I know is that Michele followed through, and Ken’s name is flagged, or something. From here on out, tell the DEA the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Also, I will be at your next interview.”

May 7, 2011: Went for the second interview. Besides Alicia and Michele, three other men were present. Two introduced themselves. The third, the oldest, just sat in the back and never said anything to me. He just scribbled notes, which he passed on to the two others. This time the questions were detailed. They included details about my Thai visit, my arrest, and the imprisonment; details that I never mentioned to anyone. Then I was shown pictures of Ken’s Thai “employers.” The men were obviously a few years older, but I could clearly identify them. I was then asked if I had ever been to their homes (I hadn’t) or their place of work (I hadn’t). Finally, I was asked if I knew what Ken’s employers did or where Ken fit into the organization. I was shocked, but I realized I really did not know what Ken did. It took most of the day to complete, and I was emotionally drained by the end.

June 15, 2011: Alicia called. This time the DEA wanted me to take a polygraph exam. I told Alicia I wouldn’t do anything unless I knew what was going on and I was protected.

June 22, 2011: Alicia received a letter from the DEA. It asked for my cooperation in an on-going investigation. Further I was not the target and to remind me that lying to the DEA was a federal felony.

July 15, 2011: Took the damn polygraph.

July 29, 2011: Alicia calls and tells me we have to meet for lunch the next day. . When I told her I was already scheduled to work, she said: “Trust me you really, really have to be there. This is very important.”

July 30, 2011: Went to lunch and somehow Alicia and another man were seated in a deserted corner. Alicia said, “Darlene, this is Mike Kane. He’s an attorney. You need to give him a dollar and hire him.” I looked at her and said, “What is going on?” As soon as I finished she replied, “Give him the damn dollar!” I did and then she introduced him as Mike Kane.

Turns out Mike is a former DEA prosecutor, and is now a criminal defense lawyer. When I heard the words “criminal defense attorney,” I nearly peed in my panties. Once the pleasantries were done, Alicia looked at her watch and said, “Damn it, Darlene. I forgot I have another appointment. I’ll just leave you with Mike.”

The moment she left Mike lowered the boom. “The DEA wants you to testify before a grand jury investigating drug trafficking from Thailand. You can appear voluntarily or you can be compelled to testify. Trust me, you want to be on the DEA’s good side, so you need to agree to voluntarily testify.” All this time I was thinking, “Oh shit, what the fuck have I gotten myself into.” He ended up by saying he would represent me for the $1 only, provided that I follow his rules. First and foremost, I was to tell him the truth and only the truth. If he ever caught me in a lie, he would walk away! The second rule was to follow the first rule. Over the next week, we would meet in his office. We’d go over my story, slot oyna time and time again. On the last day, there was an investigator present.

Both think that my question as to where the money came from must have gotten to someone in the DEA. So, they just followed it. And it ultimately led to something that was far bigger than ‘cheating on your spouse.’

July 26, 2011: I testified before the grand jury. In addition to every thing that was covered in my earlier meetings, I was asked to identify my old tax returns. Afterwards, I was warned not to discuss my presence before the grand jury, or the testimony I gave, with anyone other than my attorney.

September 15, 2011: Once again Mike called me into his office. He was ecstatic. “We’ve got Ken by the short hairs. The investigator discovered the following facts:

1. Before the fateful trip, Ken and I had initially filed a joint dissolution of marriage giving each 50% of the marriage assets, but that we had withdrawn it. My “signature” was on that petition. The trouble is that it was not my signature and anyways on that date I allegedly “signed” before a Notary, I was across the country visiting my sister, Louise.

2. During the second divorce, Ken told the court:

a. He had visited me numerous times in jail;

b. He had hired me a local Thai lawyer; and

c. He had personally seen me sign the divorce papers and it was I who had wanted the 5%, not Ken.

According to the San Diego investigator, there was evidence that would prove those statements false. And then it got worse:

1. Neither our lifestyle in San Diego nor his present lifestyle could be supported by an upper middle management employee’s salary;

2. Ken mislead the court as to our assets ? we were really very wealthy but Ken made out we were the typical living paycheck to paycheck couple;

3. Ken really owned the company he “worked” for;

4. We had owned a number of companies and real estate throughout Southern California; and

5. Ken provided copies of our tax returns to the court. The investigator said there was something wrong with the returns; he just did not know what it was.

This is when I had my second epiphany: My arrest and imprisonment was not for cheating, but so Ken could keep me quiet and hide these assets. He was afraid what else might come out in a divorce, like questions as to where the money came from to buy these companies and real estate.

Finally and with great fanfare, Mike says: “If we can prove that Mike misled the divorce court about major portions of his testimony we might be able convince it to reopen your divorce, based upon fraud upon the court.” I was ecstatic. If I could reopen the divorce, I might be able to stick it to the SOB. The kicker was that I had 18 months from today to file suit. Otherwise the statute of limitations would prevent me from filing the suit.

Mike also suggested I talk to a criminal tax expert, John March, and have him examine the returns. Turns out if Ken prepared fraudulent tax returns, and I signed them, I could be held liable. So once again I hired another lawyer for $1. By this time, I was both ecstatic and scared. If Ken would have me framed in Thailand, what would he do now?

Dealing with the Internal Revenue Service (IRS)

October 2011 to June 2012: So off it was to the IRS. Mr. March made all the arrangements. But this time we started off with agents who were experienced and one even had a gun. I later learned the gun meant he was a criminal tax investigator. The deal John structured was that I would get protection as an “innocent spouse” if I would testify against Ken for tax fraud when the time came. It appears that if you knowingly under report your income by 25% in any year, the IRS can come against you at any time for that year. In this instance there is no statute of limitations.

The IRS moved much more quickly than the DEA. As with the DEA, I ended up testifying before a Grand Jury. And I was again advised not to discuss the fact that I gave testimony, or what I testified about, with anyone other than my attorney.

Moving to Portland

June to mid-August, 2012: Silence, absolute silence. No word from the DEA, IRS, or anyone. So I decided to move to Portland and tell my truthful story there. Once in Portland, I joined Ken’s church and the civic organizations he and Louise belonged to. Then I started my public speaking all over again. I never publicly let on that Ken and his wife were the other parties to my imprisonment. However I did tell the minister and the president of the church of the relationship. However once people realized we had the same last name, the strong family resemblance between Louise and myself, and my cool demeanor toward them, they started drawing their own conclusion. The fact that I accidentally got “tipsy” at another post lecture ‘meet and greet’ and disclosed his name and some of the details about my divorce, probably helped stir the pot.

September 15, 2012: I was hurting Ken and my sister’s canlı casino siteleri reputation. My sister was getting strange looks, and some people had actually asked her if she married Ken the day the divorce was final. Other people were asking Ken if he truly left me to languish in a Thai prison, without ever visiting me or hiring a local lawyer. I even overheard some people say if Ken would do that to his wife, what would he do in a business deal. And best of all, I heard rumors that Ken’s family had heard of my stories and were starting to ask him questions. It was wonderful.

September 21, 2012: Ken and my sister approached me and asked me what the fuck I was doing. I replied, “Merely telling the truth.” They asked me to stop and I asked why should I. Hadn’t I paid the price? Forty years in a hellhole so as Louise aptly put it Ken “could divorce me without losing everything to my cheating ass.” Wasn’t everything I said truthful? Ken finally asked me how much it would cost them for me to leave town. I asked him, “How much you think my lost years, the indignities and torture I suffered were worth? Once you figure that out, get back to me. Until then,” I said with a smile on my face, “Portland is a marvelous town and a lot of people here respect me for what I have undergone. I don’t think I will ever move.”

September 25, 2012: Taylor Jones, Ken’s attorney called me and threatened to sue me on behalf of Ken and my sister for slander. I pleaded with him to do that. The resulting publicity would be far more damaging that my truthful lectures. I never heard from him again.

October 25, 2012: A motion was filed before the San Diego divorce judge asking to reopen the divorce. I claimed that Ken had arranged for my false arrest and imprisonment in Thailand, so I could not be present to challenge the proposed ‘distribution of marital assets’ and in order to support his proposed distribution he made numerous false statements to get 90% of the assets the court ultimately awarded him. The judge put the motion down for a hearing in three months.

January 25, 2013: The hearing was held. In my direct testimony, I went through all of Ken’s false statements, and what had happened to me in the Thai prison.

Right after the break and right before Ken was going to testify, I did a very bad thing. I asked to speak with him alone and mentioned that the DEA and IRS had talked to me about him. Then I took a calculated risk and pointed out a couple of well-dressed women and said they were from both agencies. They were here to hear him cross-examined. Actually they were two corporate lawyers from Missouri (heard one talk to the other while in the little girl’s room), but I figured that Ken wouldn’t know. Next thing I know, Ken has disappeared. A few minutes later, his lawyer informs the judge that Ken will not be testifying at all. Both the judge and my attorney had an incredulous look on their faces.

Unfortunately the Court refused to order my divorce set aside then and there, but said it would take the matter under advisement.

Epilog

February 11, 2013: Still waiting for the decision. My lawyer tells me it is a good sign. Normally if a judge is going to dismiss this type of suit, the ruling comes fast and furious.

February 15, 2013: My lawyer calls me and tells me my case is effectively over. Yesterday a joint task force of DEA, FBI, and IRS agent’s raided Ken’s home and “place of employment.” Ken was arrested and is being held on a $20 million bond. Also a $20 million tax lien had been filed against him, my darling sister Louise, and his “employer.”

August 1, 2013: BPI news report: “Local businessman, Ken Ingalls pled guilty to 10 counts of criminal tax fraud. Mr. Ingalls knowingly evaded federal income tax laws by not reporting $25 million in income over the past 10 years. Mr. Ingalls was immediately sentenced to 15-years imprisonment. Part of the plea agreement included no criminal charges against his wife, Louise Ingalls.” My lawyer tells me that Ken will serve the entire 15-years since there is no parole in the Federal system.

September 4, 2013: Ken pled to two counts of drug trafficking plus forfeiture of all assets. Another eight counts were dismissed. Again no charges were filed against my sister. But nevertheless she has to vacate their home in 30 days. Other than her clothes and some household goods, she got to keep nothing. And who says there is no justice in the world?

October 4, 2013: At sentencing, the court noted that Ken’s downfall began when he had me framed in a Thai court for drug trafficking and sentenced to 40 years imprisonment. So the judge was going to be magnanimous. Instead of sentencing Ken to life imprisonment, he got 40 years and a day with the sentence to be served concurrently with his tax sentence. The judge also recommended that Ken serve the entire 40 years in a maximum-security prison.

January 15, 2014: BPI News Report: ” Former local businessman, Ken Ingalls who last year plead guilty to criminal tax evasion and drug trafficking was killed today during a riot in the yard at Scottsboro Federal Penitentiary. During the brief riot, Mr. Ingalls was stabbed numerous times in the kidneys, heart, throat and eyes. It is believed the riot was a cover for his murder.”

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