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Jennifer, wife and pet Part 2

(Fetish, Petplay, Puppyplay, consensual, reluctant)

By ChangeYourPassword

Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

Read Part 1, first.

Mark has introduced Jennifer to her puppy outfit.

Jenny was fascinated by her new puppy mask, as weird as that thought was.

And that made her smile. Only then did she notice that beneath her mask, she couldn’t see the smile. That was sad, she had always been told that she had a pretty smile.

Looking again, she saw that her eyelids, although similar in color to the golden fir that covered her entire body, head and face, didn’t really match. So, feeling a little playful she went back into the bathroom to do her makeup. That though made her smile, too.

In front of her make-up mirror she added heavy black eyeliner around the portion of her eyes that showed — all dogs seemed to have heavy black liner around their eyes — she dusted golden brown shadow to her eyelids, and finally, she added a lot of black to her eyelashes.

Finished, she chuckled and went back to the big mirror.

Examining herself further, she concluded that the fur actually hid her shape, but since she was skinny to begin with, it didn’t make her look heavy. And her nipples poking out looked really sexy. Her bare, red crotch looked kind of slutty, in a doggy kind of way. The fur didn’t really hide the red of the latex panties, and she could see the beginning of the molded pussy and even the tip of the plug, therein. Not good, if anyone ever saw her. But who would?

I do make a very pretty and sexy puppy girl, she concluded as she walked out into the kitchen, hungry and thirsty, and above all, feeling better about herself.

“Food’s almost ready,” Mark said pleasantly. He was obviously in a good mood. Understandable, as his plans had come to full fruition and his creation appeared to be a success, at least to him.

He took time away from his cooking to step over and give Jennifer a big hug.

As he stepped away, he paused and looked at her face, puzzled.

“I did my makeup.” She said pleasantly. “You like?”

He returned and hugged her again, “I love it. And I love that you’re getting used to your new face.”

She hugged him back, smiling secretly, but of course there was no kissing. That saddened them both.

“You know, I hate not being able to kiss you properly. That was something I overlooked when I designed your hood. Sorry about that. Not much we can do now.” He said as he turned back to the stove.

“Well you could take the hood off me. Then we could kiss and I could be a little more human,” she replied with just a hint of acid in her tone. Although, with her stunted speech ability, it didn’t sound right.

In any case, Mark ignored her.

When she sat down, sideways on the chair, as her pretty tail demanded, she realized that she had another set of challenges to deal with, or suffer through, whatever.

Her paws only barely allowed her to use any of the normal utensils. She could only just hold a spoon or fork between the digits of her stumpy mitts. And she couldn’t use a knife at all. She could, if she wanted to eat like an animal, spike some of her food with her claws and feed herself that way, but she wasn’t ready to stoop to that, quite yet.

She also struggled with drinking her juice from a glass. She had to use both paws to lift the glass and then she had to almost pour the liquid down her throat, because of the way the mask’s muzzle fit over her lips.

It was all very frustrating and she had to ask Mark to cut up the slice of ham he had prepared for her.

Mark could tell that Jenny was frustrated by her restrictions, “don’t worry lover, you’ll get used to it.”

“Easy for you to say,” she grumbled.

He easily finished his meal first, and sitting back, he watched her for a while, more like a proud parent, than a husband.

“Well honey, do you remember all of the rules and behaviors required of you? Are you ready to start practicing on all fours?”

“Oh Mark, must I? Can’t you be satisfied with me looking like a dog. Do I have to also behave like one?”

“Yes dear, you do, that’s part of your promise. And I’m really looking forward to you being my Jenny Puppy.”

“I don’t remember promising to be your dog.”

“Well I do, and I remember you telling me that you wanted to be Harpo, too. So now here you are, a beautiful Golden Retriever, or as close as I can make you into one. Now as soon as you’re done, I’ll give the command for ‘all fours’, so be ready. I’ll work with you to help you learn. I’m sure you’ll be perfect in no time.”

“Then what?” she asked, casino siteleri casually.

“What do you mean?”

“Once I’m the perfect version of Jenny, or your Penny, what do we do then?”

“Well we live here, as man and wife, and master and pet.”

“Oh really? Forever?” She replied, and this time he could hear the dissatisfaction in her voice.

“Well for as long as we’re happy. I love you and never want to part from you. I will certainly be here until death do us part. Isn’t that what you want?”

“Oh Mark, of course that is what I want. I love you too, and never intend to leave you, but I’m not sure if I can live as your puppy, either dressed like one or behaving like one.”

“Well, I’m sure you can.” He said but now Jennifer could tell that he was getting a bit edgy and she didn’t want him that way. So, she surrendered, “All right lover, I’ll try.”

He smiled. “That’s my girl. Now are you ready to start your day?”

She smiled back at him, but not with a lot of enthusiasm. “I suppose.”

And she slid out of her chair and knelt down on the floor, ready to begin her first day as his puppy.

He looked down, smiling happily and gave the command, “Jenny, all fours.”

“You know; you have ten seconds to assume the position, once I give the command. I built that in, in case you were standing and doing something important when it happened.”

“Good to know — ahhh!”

The punishment shock hit her, just as it was programmed to, for speaking like a human, while in doggie mode.

This time it wasn’t applied all over her body. Just in her breasts, pussy and ass! Damn it hurt!

It took her a moment to return to thinking properly, and then she realized that she was lucky that she hadn’t screamed some appropriate curse word when it hit her; else she would probably have earned another shock.

Mark, knowing what had happened, knelt down beside her, and petted her on the head and shoulders.

“Poor baby. You do need to practice, and learn to remember the rules. Not talking will probably be the hardest thing to get used to.”

Jenny looked up at him and tried to stick her tongue out at him, but that just doesn’t work anymore.

He then stood up and commanded, “Jenny, sit.”

Not knowing how much time she had before the collar would shock her for failure to obey, she immediately sat her ass on the floor. Thankfully her hips and knees were flexible enough to allow her to sit with them splayed out to the sides. She kept her front paws on the floor in front of her, between her knees.

“Good girl.” Mark said, like a proper pet owner. “But when I give you a command like that, and you perform it, you should always look up at me to see if I’m pleased, and if I have any other commands for you.”

She sighed and nodded, looking up at him as she did. When he had complimented her, she had been pleased, but his instruction about looking up bothered her. He really wanted her to behave like a complete dog. No special considerations for her human half.

They spent the next hour practicing the standard commands.

Then, to her surprise, and consternation Mark snapped a leash to the collar. Correction, her leash to her collar. She thought. And then he led her outside, into the broad daylight.

Jennifer knew better than to hesitate as he led her out the door, although she really didn’t want to go. She remained embarrassed by her current state and was worried that someone might see. Although she knew that there should be no one around.

Except perhaps the Gonzalezs! Oh shit! They were always around. How could she ever face them like this? And she would have to face them. She certainly couldn’t hide from them forever. Especially with Mark parading her around the yard, and making her use the area around the fire hydrant to pee and poop, doggy style.

And that brough another horrifying thing to mind! What If she was in mid-poop when Carlos happened by, working on the landscaping? Her ass plug would be stuck in the open, on the fire hydrant’s magnet! She’d die of embarrassment!

She made a mental note to talk to Mark about it. He couldn’t expect her to suffer through that type of indignity. Or could he?

Hell, she could have the same problem with Maria. With her paws, she couldn’t lock the bathroom door. Maria could walk in and see her plugging herself with the dildo mounted on the wall. Damn, damn, damn!

While she was coming to those realizations, she’d been following Mark, obediently, like a good dog as he led her around the patio on her leash. She could only move slowly, unaccustomed as she was to moving around on her hands and knees. A couple of times the leash pulled and she was worried about being punished, but so far, so good.

He finally said “come on girl, keep up. I know it’s hard, but with practice you’ll get faster.”

He finally stopped when they were in an open area, and started again working through the standard commands. She sat as she had before, she laid down, on the slot oyna hard patio, and she rolled over, like a good dog. When he told her to beg, she was uncertain of the position. They hadn’t practiced that one before. Understanding, he was explaining the proper position, ‘sit up straight, back on your ass and hold your paws up under your chin, but spread slightly’.

She didn’t hear the last part, though, as she had received a punishment shock, like last time to her breasts, pussy and ass. And, like last time she only barely caught herself before she swore form the pain. Instead she gave an acceptable yelp, just like a dog might.

Mark gave her a minute to recover before he comforted her and complimented her.

“Wow, I’m sorry. But you handled your punishment well, just like a dog would. I’m impressed.”

She wanted to tell him where to shove it, but couldn’t, so she just gave him a withering stare, of course since she could only express her feelings with her eyes, he missed it.

After that they practiced some more. Revisiting beg, and then working on stay and come.

When they came to ‘speak’ she was again uncertain how to answer, but to avoid a shock she said, simply “ARF”. But that apparently wasn’t good enough. She was shocked again, but this time only her breasts were punished. She quickly sat and rubbed her chest with her paws.

“okay, we have to work on that,” Mark said.

“You’ll have to build up a vocabulary of dog sounds, barks, yelps, whines and growls. Not only to respond to the bark command, but also to communicate to humans. And they’ll need to be energetic and loud.”

He led her over to the lounging area and sat in a chair under a big umbrella, and ordered her to sit in front of him. She did as he requested, but had a little trouble doing it, blindly and obediently. It was hard behaving like a dog, when she still thought like a human. Would that ever change? With enough practice would she start actually thinking like a dog? God, she hoped not.

Sitting there in the shade, he worked with her on her dog sounds. It took a while, more than an hour, she guessed — dogs don’t wear watches, and there wasn’t a clock in sight. Eventually, he was satisfied. And she could bark loudly and forcefully on command, as well as communicate ‘yes’ and ‘no’ and ‘pain’ and ‘unhappiness’ and ‘anger’. All handy, and all dehumanizing.

With that task complete, he stood and led her to a chest near the turf and the fire hydrant. He called the are the ‘dog run’ and she accepted that name for the area where she’d be pooping and peeing. Arg!

Opening the lid, he pulled out a tennis ball, explaining, “this is your toy box, Jenny. All of your favorites are in here. Let’s go practice your retrieving skills, and the fetch command. And with that he led her out the patio gate and into the large outer portion of the yard. The area that was bordered by woods, and bounded by a tall chain-link fence. It was mostly open grass land, sprinkled with big shade trees, and included a sizeable, but shallow pond.

Jennifer immediately got nervous; she was scanning for any sign of life. She really didn’t want anyone to see her looking and behaving like the dog she was now becoming.

She got so distracted that she pulled on the leash, and got a shock in response. It weas a bad one, hitting not only her strategic parts, but her whole torso too, and she collapsed in pain. This time slipped and shrieked “Ouch! Damn!” and then received a second punishment that left her panting, crying and curled up in a fetal position in the tall grass.

Mark just stood watching and shaking his head.

When she finally felt up to it, she got back up on her paws and knees and gave him one of her newly learned growls.

“What are you angry with me for? You’re the one that forgot the rules. First you pulled on your leash and then you spoke human. You got punished for misbehaving. That’s what’s supposed to happen.”

She just shook her head. He was right of course, but it was the whole situation that upset her. And being out here in the open, where anyone could see, had her distracted and upset.

Mark led on until they were in the middle of the big yard. He then stooped down and unhooked the leash from her collar. Telling her to heel.

She moved up next to his left knee, at the command, as she was supposed to, and he reached down and patted her on the top of her head, saying casually, “good girl.”

As she stood there on her hands and knees, he reared back and threw the tennis ball out into the open space. It flew 50 yards out into the grass.

As he threw, he commanded, “Jenny, fetch.”

She started trotting in the direction of the throw, as expected, but she was thinking, oh brother, is he serious? He expects me to enjoy this like a real Retriever would? But as she progressed across the grass, she reconsidered. He’s probably doing it just to push me into doing my whole doggie act. And, of course, I’m doing it.

When she arrived in the area where she thought canlı casino siteleri the ball had landed, she had to look around for a while before she found it lying in a tuft several yards past where she had started looking.

Now what, she thought, before knowing what was expected, she bent down and picked the dirty thing up in her mouth and grumbling under her breath, headed back to her master.

The thing tasted terrible, but thanks to her extended latex mouth, most of the ball was outside the confines of her human mouth. That was a blessing.

Of course, all of this took her quite a while. She couldn’t run on her paws and knees, and she wasn’t in any big hurry for a repeat performance, so when she got back to Mark, he scolded her for being so slow. Commanded her to drop it, at his feet, and heel.

As soon as she was in the proper position, he threw the ball back out again, in a slightly different direction and a shallower trajectory.

In response to his fetch command, she growled her displeasure as she headed out to collect the thing again.

“Hey, this is good practice and you have to learn to move faster on all fours. So, don’t complain to me, you spoiled puppy, you.”

She heard him, but ignored him as she did her best to trot out into the grass and find he damn ball.

Eventually she found it, and picking it up she started back, but she caught some movement out of the corner of her eye, and when she took a better look, she was horrified to see Carlos, riding a lawnmower on the other side of the field. Of course, he was looking right at her. Embarrassed, she stopped and just stood there on her paws and knees.

Mark saw, and called, “Jenny come”. But she was too upset to move, so she got punished again, and this one was terrible! As bad as any, before. She yelped and collapsed into the grass. Seeing her, both Mark and Carlos turned and headed in her direction. As she recovered from the pain, she heard the mower approaching, and really started to panic. But there was little she could do. She just laid in the grass, hoping that it would shield her from view.

Luckily Mark, ran up before Carlos, on the slow mower could get too close and he waved the guy away, but not before the old guy got a good look at the huddled dog girl lying in the grass. She saw him smile broadly and wave to Mark, before he turned away, and headed back to his original path.

Mark knelt down next to her and commanded, “Penny sit.” Begrudgingly, afraid of yet another shock, she sat up, still worried about the gardener and what he could see.

When she glanced his way, Mark yelled at her.

“Hey, eyes on me, you goof. You have to stop worrying about the things around you, or people seeing you. See what happens when you get distracted? And besides, I’ve already spoken to Carlos and Maria, and explained about our game and your new lifestyle, and they’re fine with it. I think they picture us as just another pair of rich gringos, playing at our silly, sex games.

“And I reminded them that if our little secret should get out, they would find themselves out of work and homeless. I’m sure they got the message.”

He reached over and held her jaw so she could only look at him.

“So, you just focus on being a good puppy, and stop worrying about gawkers. Got it?”

She took a deep breath and then barked her acknowledgement, like a good dog. And he smiled at her before attaching her leash and heading back toward the house. She followed as she had to.

Back inside the patio fence, he led her over to the dog run area, and pointing told her to, “go pee.”

He dropped her leash so she was free to move, with it dragging behind her on the ground.

Really, she thought. Here, now, in front of you?

She realized she had to do what he demanded, but she still hated the idea. Peeing, or God forbid, pooping on all fours in front of him, or anyone else for that matter, was something she just didn’t want to do.

Blushing behind her mask, she walked over to the turf where she nudged the leash off to the side, before she spread her legs, and let it flow. She kept her head down, ashamed, as she emptied her bladder.

When she was done, she moved over to the basin and stepping with her paw on the button she moved her torso and her crotch into position over the fountain and hosed herself off.

Clean and wet, she crawled over to the side of the adjacent shed where a towel was hanging for her use, and used a paw to hook it, drag it down and pat her fir dry.

Throughout her performance, Mark watched and smiled at her.

That added anger to her humiliation, so she was in a terrible mood as he retrieved the leash and led her into the house.

Inside the back door he instructed her to sit.

“I think you’ve had enough for your first real day as Jenny, so I’m going to release you from dog mode. We can get some lunch and relax, and have some good sex, this afternoon. How does that sound?”

She liked the idea and ‘ARFed’ her assent.

“Jenny, two feet” he commanded, and then held out his hand to help her up. It was a bit of a struggle, as her legs were stiff from all of the travel with them bent beneath her. But she finally made it.

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Authour’s Note:

This is part three of Runaway, a story for the Highway Song event arranged by blackrandl1958. In the previous chapters, Lacey and Noah start heading back to Montreal after ending up on the wrong side of the country. Noah is alarmed to discover that Lacey is a virgin, but gives in to his feelings for her before trouble strikes in Toronto.

Chapters have been marked throughout the story and it will be posted in four parts.

Special thanks to the team of people who beta-read and edited this story: BarryJames1952, Bebop3, blackrandl1958, norafares, OneAuthor, and Steve M. This story would not be possible without them. Any remaining errors—factual, grammatical, or otherwise—are my own.

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Chapter Seven

Is there anything quite so strange as knowing you’re about to lose your virginity?

I scrubbed myself clean in the shower, nervous and excited, eager and hesitant. I took the time to dry my hair, brush my teeth, stare at myself in the mirror and try to figure out if I’d look any different after. On one hand, I was rushing, trying to get out to Noah as quickly as I could. On the other, I knew the moment I opened the bathroom door, everything would change.

Something as simple as dressing after my shower took minutes to figure out. It seemed silly to put clothes on, knowing he was about to remove them. Walking out with nothing on, though, was beyond what my modesty would allow. I finally decided to compromise with one of the robes that hung in the bathroom, then reconsidered when the fabric felt rough against my sparkling clean skin and the length only came to the middle of my thigh. I finally managed to talk myself into wearing the robe and that the roughness of the fabric was just an incentive to take it off more quickly.

I tried to ignore the part of me that was attempting to sabotage the whole thing.

Deep inside, something taunted me, telling me Noah wouldn’t be there when I opened the door. It’s an even more elaborate prank, said the nasty little voice. He’s fucking with you, just like Roger did.

I told myself he wasn’t. I wasn’t the same gullible, naive girl who Roger had tricked. Noah wasn’t the kind of person who would do that. I trusted Roger in spite of him abusing that trust again and again. I trusted Noah because I knew he wouldn’t.

The voice changed to my father’s.

Whore.

I shook my head. If God was going to judge me for this and not for the good that I did, then let Him. The God I had begun to believe in was one of love, forgiveness, and goodwill. He was not going to condemn me for something like this.

A smile played across my face as I stared in the mirror. I wouldn’t look different once I lost my virginity. I looked different already. The woman in the mirror was not the same girl who had left home a week ago.

She was better.

Once my hair was dry, the robe was on, and I had sufficiently stared at myself in the mirror, I took a deep breath and opened the door.

Noah was sitting on the edge of the bed. His jean jacket lay across the chair in the corner of the room, but he still wore his plaid green shirt and dark jeans. When I stepped out of the bathroom, he stood up. His lips parted, but he didn’t speak.

“I’m ready,” I said softly.

He came to me and took my hand.

“You are in charge, okay? You want me to stop, say stop. You can change your mind at any time.”

“I won’t.”

“I know, you’re set on this. But if you do, if something isn’t feeling right, promise me you’ll tell me, okay?”

“I promise.”

We kissed and Noah let go of my hand, running it up the side of the robe to my shoulders. He pulled back and frowned.

“This robe is terrible.”

I burst out laughing. “I know.”

“Let me take it off you.”

Such a simple statement, yet it was monumental. Noah had touched me in places no one else had. He’d removed my shirt on the train. He’d held me close, pressed tightly against him. This would be the first time he, or anyone else for that matter, would see me fully naked.

I refused to let my nervousness control me.

Noah’s hands met mine on the knot of the robe belt. I started untying it; he finished, gently pulling the loop free and letting the robe hang open. I watched his face as he watched my body come into view, his eyes taking in my curves, my breasts, and my sex.

His hands pushed the robe from my shoulders, following its path down my arms until it fell to the ground. Once he reached my wrists, he crossed the bridge to my hips. His hands travelled back up my sides, grazing my breasts lightly before they reached my neck. Cupping my face with both hands, he brought me in for another kiss.

“You are enchanting. Come here. Lie on the bed.”

He guided me onto the bed, fluffing the pillows around me so I was cradled in a nest of clouds, propped up so I wasn’t quite lying flat on my back. When he was satisfied that I was comfortable, he stood at the end of the bed and casino siteleri shed his shirt and jeans, then joined me on the bed.

Again, he kissed me, and again I felt my limbs go weak as my mind went dizzy. Hovering over me, his head was a silhouette in the golden glow of the lamp in the corner. He looked every bit of the guardian angel I knew he was.

“What am I supposed to do?” I asked.

“Relax and let me take care of you,” he murmured.

His lips pressed against mine before I could respond. Then they pressed to my chin, a gentle caress before moving on to my neck. His hair fell to the side of his face, tickling my skin as he feathered his way to my collarbone, his lips worshiping each patch of skin they pressed against. The tip of his tongue traced paths from freckle to freckle, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind as he mapped out my skin.

Fingertips brushed against my breast, prodding lightly as he held one in his hand. The kisses journeyed on, marking my chest and the tops of my breasts until his face was nestled in my cleavage. Again, his tongue darted out, finding an especially sensitive spot between my breasts that made me tremble beneath him.

The mix of anticipation and apprehension was intoxicating. I wanted to lose myself under Noah’s body, revelling in the feel of his lips against me, but the fear and excitement of what was to come clouded my mind. I told myself to relax, to enjoy what was happening, to embrace the new sensations and the way electricity seemed to spark at Noah’s lips and travel through my body. Each time I tried, however, an insistent little worm of a thought would twist in my mind, telling me to be afraid, urging me to go back, admonishing the parts of me that liked what Noah was doing.

That little voice was wrong. It was ingrained in me from years of being told that anything enjoyable was sinful. I chose to ignore it, chose to believe that there was more to existence than resisting temptation. What better way to honour God than to bask in the delights He created, to love and appreciate the gifts He gave, to live and enjoy and simply be?

Noah glanced up at me, aware of the tension running through me.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

I bit my lip, not wanting to admit I was having a spiritual revelation as he had his face pressed into my breasts.

“Just a little nervous,” I whispered.

“About what?”

“What you’re thinking.”

He chuckled. “I’m thinking that I’m nervous.”

I had not been expecting that.

“What? Why?”

“Want to make sure I do this right.” He pressed another kiss between my breasts. “Don’t want to ruin sex forever for you by making your first time shitty.”

His statement broke some of the tension in me and we both chuckled.

“Also thinking you’re fucking gorgeous,” he said. “Dunno what I did to make you like me, but whatever it was, I’m glad I did it.”

I was trying to think of what to say when his mouth closed over my nipple, and whatever was in my mind evaporated. The response Noah got was probably exactly what he was hoping for as I moaned. He sucked on my nipple, then flicked it with his tongue, and a jolt of that captivating electricity shot to my core. As the hot wetness of his mouth moved against me, I groaned again, my hand fluttering to his head.

I hadn’t expected it to feel so good. Sure, I had liked what he did to my nipples when we had messed around on the train. I knew men liked breasts: looking at them, playing with them, burying their faces in them. Even knowing that, I could have never imagined the amount of arousal that would course through my body from him feasting on my breasts.

Noah spent quite a while there, my enjoyment of what his mouth was doing obvious. It wasn’t until I squirmed beneath him, my pussy so wet I could hardly stand it, that he tore his heated attention away from my nipples and began kissing the underside of my breast.

He kissed my ribs, his tongue resuming its roaming from freckle to dotted freckle down my stomach. Both hands gripped my sides as he nuzzled against my belly button, then lowered to my hips as his lips moved an inch lower. He kissed that spot, and then an inch lower than that, and again until his lips reached the top of my mound.

I watched, my lips parting in astonishment as his head moved between my legs. I was completely unprepared for what he was about to do. Sure, I had heard rumours of it, but in my naive little mind, I had thought it was just a joke, an urban legend, that people didn’t actually do that.

Not that I had a problem with it. It wasn’t like it was any different than when Noah’s cock had been in my mouth or when I had swallowed his cum. If I could do it to him, it wasn’t unreasonable to think he could do it to me. After all, Noah was the one who had decided to do it. It wasn’t like I had asked him, so if there was an issue with it being weird or not, you know, the usual way of doing things, that was on him.

Not that I thought it slot oyna was weird or that it was particularly—

The whirling justifications that were spinning through my mind were cut off as Noah looked up at me, dark eyes glinting, and licked my pussy.

“Oh!” was all that came out of my mouth, a breathless squeak of shock at the foreign feel of his tongue pressed against my inner lips. I felt Noah smile, saw his eyes practically sparkle just before he looked away and licked along my slit completely.

It was by far the strangest sensation that I had experienced, though not in a bad way. He explored my pussy thoroughly, his tongue tracing every curve and crevice and even dancing along my entrance. He kissed me everywhere, from the ticklish spot where my leg met the swell of my pussy to nearly the lowest edge of my slit, dangerously close to the Loophole hole.

It wasn’t until his lips surrounded my clit and he sucked incredibly gently that I understood.

My eyes pinched shut as he began to focus his attention there. He alternated what he was doing, spending time licking it, circling it, sucking it, and stroking it. I gasped for breath, the chills that ran through my body almost exhausting to keep up with, and a steady stream of quiet groans found their way out of my mouth without even consulting my mind.

He shifted slightly at one point, bringing my legs over his shoulders. My thighs touched his ears, his hair tickling the inner spots that it brushed against as he lapped at me possessively, practically drinking the juices that were flooding my crease. I couldn’t help but stare, watching as he ravished my pussy, entranced at the sight of him pleasuring me in a way I hadn’t even known possible.

The overwhelming feeling of losing control had just begun to prick through me when Noah stuck a finger inside me.

I hadn’t noticed his hand move between my legs, just under his chin. He put his fingertip against my entrance, glancing up with a question in his eyes that had only one answer.

“Yes, please,” I squeaked.

Again, that foreign feeling of a smile against my most private place. He pushed forward, his fingertip slipping inside me easily. Another strange sensation, an intensely satisfying one. It didn’t hurt, not that I cared or even thought of that in the moment. Slowly, savouringly slowly, he inserted more of his finger.

He found a spot I didn’t know was there, the pad of his finger pressing against it as he flattened his tongue against my clit. The ascent quickened, rushing me towards the edge where I knew I would fall again. My hands found Noah’s head and I ran my fingers through his hair without thinking, instinctively desperate for something to hold on to. He didn’t stop what he was doing as my legs tensed, didn’t react when my wordless gasp turned to a muffled shriek, and didn’t let go as I submitted to the lightning that consumed my body as I came.

My back arched and my thighs pressed harder against his head. My eyes weren’t open, but all I saw was white light as my body shook, everything from my toes to my fingers going numb with an electric passion that burst through me. It could have been seconds or minutes or hours; I had no concept of anything but radiating euphoria for a stretch of time.

When my body relaxed, it relaxed completely. My thighs fell away from Noah’s head and my fingers unfurled, releasing the grip I had on his hair. He withdrew his finger from inside me and pressed a final kiss to the top of my mound before sitting up and grinning as he wiped his mouth.

I tried to say something. I wasn’t sure what, exactly, to say. I wanted to apologize for pulling his hair. I wanted to thank him and kiss him and tell him I would be his forever if he asked me. It was likely for the best that I couldn’t speak, just opened and closed my mouth a few times before shutting my eyes and groaning.

He sidled up alongside me, taking me into his arms as I regained my breath.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Mmm.”

“You gonna recover or did I break you?”

“Jury’s still out on that.”

He laughed. My mind began to function somewhat normally again and I had to ask.

“I didn’t even know that was a thing. Doesn’t it… I don’t know, taste strange?”

“Never got curious and tasted it yourself, Miss Lacey?”

My face went red.

“Is that, um… Do people, uh, usually do that?”

“Not weird to, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“What does it… you know…”

He loosened his embrace and moved slightly back so he was looking at me.

“Kiss me and find out.”

Noah waited patiently for me to lean forward and kiss him. I did so uncertainly at first, my lips brushing against his as my own scent filled my senses. His lips were warm, still slick from their devotion to my pleasure. As I tasted myself for the first time, I deepened the kiss, suddenly curious about the sweet, tarty flavour that lingered on him. It wasn’t a bad taste at all, but more importantly, the memory canlı casino siteleri of where that mouth of his had just been and where that taste came from excited me in a way I hadn’t expected.

The kiss became about much more than finding out what I tasted like. Noah’s arms tightened again, holding me close against his body. He still wore his boxers, but I could feel the thick stiffness of his cock pressed against me, scorching hot even through the fabric.

He had distracted me with his mouth, but I wanted the rest of him. I slid a hand between our bodies, reaching for his stiff arousal. As my hand closed around him, he took a sharp breath, his hips moving forward to meet my hand.

“Sorry,” I whispered. “Did I—”

“No, not…” he trailed off, his head bowing forward. “Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Not wrong.” Noah grimaced. “I just really fucking want you, Lacey.”

I felt his words inside me. They wrapped around my nerves, making my body thirst for him. Throughout everything, Noah had seemed restrained, focused on me and me alone. Hearing him say those words, hearing him admit his own needs, did something to me that I couldn’t explain.

I wanted to say something sexy and smart in response. Maybe “Then why don’t you take me?” or “What are you waiting for?” Instead, my brain shut down, still torn between desire and hesitancy, wanting to move forward but realizing that meant Noah would literally be sticking his cock inside me. Inside me. So instead of something cheeky or erotic, I responded with the only thing that popped into my head.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

I could already feel my hands starting to tremble. “L-Let’s… I want you, too.”

Noah unfolded his arms, touching my cheek lightly. “Are you sure?”

I nodded, my jaw unwilling to cooperate with my mind.

“Lacey, if you’re not—”

“I am.” Finally, words. “I am, Noah. I just… I can’t help but be nervous. I want to. I really… really want to. Just, it’s a little intimidating.”

“What are you scared of?”

I bit my lip. “It hurting. Being bad at it. N-Not liking it.”

Noah stroked my cheek lightly. “Told you to relax and let me take care of you. That means not worrying about being bad at it.” His lips found mine, reassuring in their confidence. “Gonna do my best to make sure you like it. No guarantees, but I’ll try.”

I smiled, his humour shining in his dark eyes.

“As for it hurting, well, I dunno if it will. Know you’re ready because I just about drowned in your pussy.”

A sharp bark of laughter surprised us both as I reacted to his words. He laughed along with me and kissed me again.

“Gonna be gentle. You’re gonna tell me if it hurts or what you need. Not that I, uh, make a habit of popping cherries or anything, but…” He trailed off, his cheeks turning uncharacteristically pink. “Well, I mean, you know I’ve been with other girls.”

“I know,” I said. “It doesn’t bother me.”

“Asked a girl once. She said it didn’t hurt, not even the first time. Only hurts if you’re not ready. Dunno if that’s true for everyone but… well, did it hurt when I had my finger there?”

I shook my head.

“Not quite the same size, but probably a good sign, don’t you think?”

It was an excellent point.

He kissed me softly. “You’re in control. You say stop, I stop.”

“Okay,” I whispered. “What do I do?”

He settled me on my back again, making sure I was comfortable before he slid to the other side of the bed and removed his boxers. I watched, entranced, as he took a box from the nearby nightstand and withdrew a condom, unrolling it onto his cock before moving between my legs.

My heart had to be loud enough that he could hear it. I felt almost cartoonish, as though it might jump from my skin and beat frantically outside my body. Noah moved himself forward, parting my legs further as he exposed my pussy, letting the backs of my thighs rest against the tops of his as he moved in closer to me.

I stared down between our bodies. Just days earlier, his cock had been in my hands and mouth, but it suddenly seemed much more intimidating as it approached my virgin pussy. I remembered the feeling of him in my throat, the moments where I had choked on his tip, pulling back so I could breathe. And now, he was going to put it there?

He took hold of his cock, nestling it against me. His tip slid against my slit for a moment, then was positioned at the entrance to my body. Once it was there, he propped himself up over me, one hand still wrapped around his cock and his face just inches from mine.

“Ready?”

I could only nod.

“Relax.”

I tried, forcing my muscles to unclench one by one.

“Gonna put the tip in now, okay?”

Again, I nodded.

His eyes didn’t leave mine as he guided his cock forward. There was a moment of pressure, then a feeling of stretching as the thick head of his cock penetrated me.

I couldn’t help it: I tensed up. The muscles of my canal tightened around his tip, gripping it, making the alien feel of having something inside it all the more pronounced. My arms shook as my body stiffened, and Noah stopped moving.

“You gotta relax.”

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Derek was sitting with Jenny on the couch after a very nice meal savouring a glass of chardonnay and gently caressing Jenny’s breast while she scratched his cock through his jeans, kissing him gently between sips. He was just thinking of taking this a step further when the phone rang. Jenny untangled herself from his arm and picked up the portable bringing it back to the couch.

He could only hear one side of the conversation- “hello… Oh Hi Carol. What am I doing? Well, I’m sitting her with my friend Derek and I was just about to start sucking on his cock… just a sec I’ll check.”

“Carol wants to know if she can come over, she lives not far away, don’t worry your cock won’t miss out!” Derek readily agreed and Jenny told her to come right over. Jenny unzipped him and popped the head of his cock in her mouth and gave it a few gentle licks and a suck. Then she stood up and lifting her dress pulled his head close, he pulled aside her panties and lapped at her cunt, slipping his tongue between her lips and teasing her clit. She reluctantly pulled his head away and went to make coffee. While he got up and selected some music.

Soft music was playing by the time there was a knock on the door, Jenny went to answer it. She led Carol in and introduced him, “this is my friend Derek” she said reaching for his cock through his jeans and giving it a friendly squeeze.

Carol was a stunning brunette, dressed in a short black dress with thin straps over the shoulders, a pair of matching high heel shoes, which accentuated her excellent legs. She had full sensuous lips and perfectly manicured fingernails. He held out his hand to shake hers, when Jenny said “I think you can do better than that Derek, give Carol a kiss and a cuddle, make her feel welcome!” He opened his arms and she stepped close so he felt her breasts pressing against his chest and her perfume invading his nostrils. Their lips met in a gentle kiss.

“That’s better” Jennie said, “now my turn.”

Jennie moved closer and kissed Carols waiting mouth then turned and kissed him. He still had hold of Carol till Jenny said, “you can let go now Derek, let’s have some coffee.” Reluctantly Derek let go of Carol and they headed for the couch

They sat together and chatted, the conversation turning to sex and Jenny extolling his virtues at cunilingus. After coffee, Jennie said, “well why don’t we take up where we left off Derek?” “Sounds OK to me as long as Carol is cool with it!” With that Jenny unzipped him and pulled out his cock. Carol sitting on the other side of him leaned closer and got to work kissing him, this time open mouthed pushing her tongue into his mouth. Jenny pulled down his jeans and casino siteleri boxers throwing them into the corner, then resumed sucking on his cock and balls. Carol worked her way down his chest sucking briefly on his nipples before joining Jenny in licking on his cock. The girls alternated between sucking him into their mouths, their hands fondling his balls. Carol stood up and got out of her dress quickly, she was wearing no bra and she straddled him pushing her firm breasts into his face. He sucked on her nipples as he felt Jenny guiding his cock into her waiting cunt. He slid in easily and could feel Jennies mouth sucking on his balls as Carol bounced up and down on his cock while kissing him passionately.

“This feels so good, but if you want me to last for a while we better change positions” he said. Jennie stood up grabbed his hand and Carols hand and led them to the bedroom shedding the rest of her clothes as she went. They fell on to the bed, Jenny kissing him and then lowering her dripping snatch onto his face, while Carol went back to work on his cock with her talented tongue.

He got busy with his hands pushing first one then two fingers into Jennies cunt while he lapped on her clit. His other hand was probing her rectum, finally slipping two fingers into her musky depths. Jenny groaned and said “time to swap Carol.” The girls moved around and Carols beautiful cunt was lowered onto his face while Jenny impaled herself on his member, slowly working up and down till the head was just at her pussy lips then thrusting down to take him deep inside her.

Meanwhile his tongue was busy on Carols cunt, his fingers busy in her depths. Once again he was close to coming and he asked Jennie where she wanted it. “I think we should let our guest have first choice” she said, Carol rolled off his face and assumed a position with her legs in the air, he moved between her legs resting them on his shoulders and placing his cock at the entrance to her waiting cunt. Jennie then moved her cunt over Carols face and groaned as Carols tongue went to work on her. He gently pushed his cock into Carols waiting cunt savouring the velvety smoothness of it, Jenny’s face was inches from his and they kissed passionately while he thrust in and out of Carol. “This is sooo cool” he thought, fucking one beautiful woman while kissing my best friends lucious lips” Finally he could hold on no longer and he exploded inside Carols squeezing cunt, Carol and Jenny coming at the same time. They untangled themselves and lay on the bed getting their breath back.

“That was fantastic” Carol said

“How long till he’s ready to go again?”

“Depends on how skilful we are with our tongues!” said slot oyna Jenny, but first, lets get something to drink and freshen up.”

He though it a bit weird then talking about him like that while he was still in the room but hey… who was he to complain? It looked like he was going to get a lot more action before the night was over!

They all took turns in the bathroom before heading back to the lounge room. Jenny got out a bottle of Champagne and he opened it while she got the glasses. With a drink in one hand and two beautiful girls either side of him taking turns kissing him and fondling his balls he was in seventh heaven and it didn’t take long for his cock to be standing at full attention once more.

Jennie lay back on the couch with her cunt close to the edge, he got down on his knees and started to kiss her snatch slipping his tongue between the folds of her pussy, instantly finding her clit and gently teasing it with his tongue while he inserted two fingers inside her. Meanwhile Carol had got on her back below him and wormed her way beneath him so she could get her lips around his cock, she wrapped her arms around his waist for better support and took his cock deep into her throat.

He took his fingers out of Jenny’s cunt and replaced them with his tongue while he inserted his fingers once again into her bottom. Jennie groaned and held his head close as she pushed her pelvis towards his eager mouth. She gave a little cry as she shook with her orgasm and her juice gushed into his mouth. Carol wriggled out from beneath him and knelt with her knees either side of Jenny’s thighs and kissed Jenny, leaving her and Jenny’s cunts and arses exposed and available to him. He slipped his cock into Jenny’s cunt while Carol moved her hips down to grind her pelvis on Carols. He took it in turns, pulling out of Jennie then plunging into Carol for a few thrusts then starting over in Jenny’s pussy.

Jenny moved out from beneath Carol leaving him thrusting happily in and out of Carols cunt, holding on to her slim waist.

“Hmmmm Yes, Yes, Yes… Derek keep going, I can feel the tip of your dick touching some very nice spots in there!” Carol purred.

“Don’t you come yet” Jenny warned.

“Ung… I’m holding of as best as I can, but its sooo nice in here!

He watched as she went to the bedroom and came back out wearing a strap on penis and carrying a tube of lube. He slowed his movements down and did some quick mental arithmetic in order to slow his impending ejaculation.

Jenny positioned herself behind him and lubed up his arse then she slowly inserted the penis into his rectum. She gently eased the cock past his sphincter until it was fully engulfed canlı casino siteleri inside him then started a slow in and out motion in time with his thrusts into Carol. Carol had seen this too and said “Derek… I want your cock in my arse now!”

Happy to oblige, he pulled back out of her cunt and Jenny handed him the lube over his shoulder still keeping up her gentle thrusts. He greased up Carols bum hole and then gently eased his cock into her, she reached back and held his cock, controlling exactly how fast and how deep he was going.

Eventually he was fully engulfed in her and started gentle thrusts in time with Jenny’s thrusts into him.

“Yes, yes! Fuck me! Fuck my arse” she screamed.

Jenny was holding his hips and thrusting into him. He felt his orgasm rising.

“I’m close to the edge” he said.

“Come in Carols arse” said Jenny and increased the tempo.

“Yes please” cried Carol. “Fuck me harder!”

” Fuck me Jenny” he called.

Jenny was coming close too thanks to the little nub on the inside of her strap on, massaging her clit as she thrust into her best friend and lover.

They all increased the tempo and he groaned as he exploded in Carols arse when Jenny’s strap on cock massaged his colon.

The three lovers collapsed together on the rug, his hands continuing to explore their bodies, his mouth on their nipples, while the girl’s hands were busy with his balls and cock. They kissed once more and then went to freshen up.

He walked out of the bathroom with another erection to find the girls sipping champagne.

“My goodness” Jenny said.

“He’s ready again. Well, Derek darling, I’m ready for your cock so come over here and fuck me!”

She got on her hands and knees on the rug. Carol grabbed his cock and fed it into Jenny’s cunt then kissed him passionately.

“Fuck me fast and hard Derek,” said Jenny.

He willingly obeyed and started thrusting in and out of her cunt while Carol straddled Jenny sitting on her ass facing him offering her tits for him to suck on. It didn’t take long before he came once again, spurting into Jenny’s cunt.

They all got dressed and Carol got ready to leave, they exchanged phone numbers and she gave him one last kiss and hug before giving his cock a gentle squeeze and a promise of a one on one session soon. He kissed Jenny thanking her for a wonderful evening and left with a grin on his face from ear to ear.

After his encounter with Jenny and Carol, he sent flowers and a thank you note to both ladies thanking them for an incredible experience. He got a call a few days later from Carol. They chatted and then Carol invited him to her place for dinner the next evening. He gratefully accepted and asked what he could bring.

“Oh… just your lovely cock and maybe a bottle of nice wine” she said. “Just dress casually – jeans will be fine…”

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I rounded the corner from the food prep area to the cafeteria and noticed my lunch time viewing pleasure was seated closer to the corner than I expected. When I saw her my hip clipped the empty table I was trying to navigate around and my tray of food nearly went flying. I swear I heard a snicker from the direction I had been looking, but I was too busy trying to keep my food in place to verify.

Normally my mystery woman had her hair in a ponytail and wore very boring and utilitarian business skirts and blouses. But today her auburn hair was loose and looked to be recently styled. She was also wearing a dress that looked more like evening attire than business friendly. It hugged her curves a bit closer and showed off more leg and more cleavage than most would deem appropriate. She had gone from attractive to stunning and her green eyes, the sole reason I had first taken notice of her months ago, seemed to be positively glowing. I snuck one last look at her and retreated to my usual eating spot which was out of sight of her and most of the rest of the cafeteria. I had a habit of taking up residence in a tucked away corner that only had three tables and which most employees…

“I didn’t even know this area existed,” I heard a female voice interrupt my thoughts from behind. I recognized the voice immediately and half choked on my food. I wiped my mouth and fumbled for my drink as she walked around in front of me while continuing to talk. “So that stumble was because of me,” she said. “You pass me every day and look me briefly in the eyes.”

“Uh… I’m… that is… nice eyes,” I eventually sputtered.

She smiled at me pleasantly. “While you recover your wits, is it ok if I join you,” she asked.

All I could manage was to gesture with my hand. She pulled the chair away from the table so she was sitting at the corner instead of behind the table. As she sat her dress rode up tantalizingly high and my eyes drifted before I could stop myself.

“Ahem,” she mumbled and I immediately blushed and looked back at her face.

“Ah… sorry… I’m…”

“Having trouble forming complete sentences? Yes, I noticed that.” She laughed and was still smiling, so I don’t think she was offended, but I was incredibly nervous. “As I said, you look at me every day, and you always look at me and smile, so today I decided to dress up a bit and see what kind of reaction I might get.”

“Um… is this… are you from HR?”

Again, she laughed and smiled widely at me. “Please relax, I’m not here to get you in trouble,” she said as she leaned toward me. Her dress fell forward a little and again my eyes drifted from her face. “Unless of your course you *want* to get in trouble,” she smirked and my eyes again shot back up. She was still smiling playfully and I could feel myself blushing again. “Oh my, you are absolutely adorable,” she teased.

“Um… ok… but… also married,” I finally replied while raising my left hand slightly off the table.

She raised her own left hand to show me her wedding rings as well. “I guess you never looked far enough to notice that,” she said.

“Yeah sorry, kept getting caught in the eyes. Enthralling… that’s the word I would use.”

“A nice word, I’ll take it. So all this time it was just the eyes then?”

“And the smile, when I get to see it. Let’s see… radiant? Disarming maybe? No, let’s stick with the theme and call it enchanting.”

“You are fun, once you get talking,” she said with a wink. “So, never wanted to see anything else?” As she said this, her hand moved to the neck of her dress and she traced it all the way down to the top of her cleavage. I finally fought the urge to look and kept my eyes on her face this time. “Oh,” she said at last, “going to be stubborn now are you?” She grabbed the shoulders of her dress and pulled it forward so that the neck line plunged a few more inches. “We’ll see how long that lasts.” I turned and took a bite of my food and ran my fork idly around the plate.

“You want to look. I want you to look. What’s the problem,” she asked with a pout?

“Married, remember. This seems dangerous.”

“Not for me, we have what you might call an open marriage. I’m guessing you’ve never been around an aggressive woman before, have you?”

“No,” I said finally looking back in her face.

“Well there’s no harm in looking and we’re alone here. Go ahead,” she encouraged, again tracing the neckline of her dress. This time I obliged her and when she saw I was looking she arched her back and leaned forward a little just to amplify what was on display. I didn’t look long, and I soon moved my eyes back to hers. “And still with the eyes,” she said. “Is the rest of me not as nice?”

“What can I say, the eyes and smile drew me in, and now that hair just complements them perfectly.”

“Oh, I am really glad you like the hair,” she said running a hand through it and flipping it over her shoulder teasingly. She then reached out and laid a hand over top one of mine. “I’m so looking casino siteleri forward to knowing what it feels like to have your hand tangled in it and pulling on it… pulling on it *very* firmly.” I jumped and pulled my hand away, but by then it was too late and I felt my desire react as the image she’d conjured planted itself in my mind. “You’ll have to tell me later what position I was in in the image that just came up in your head. But I was hoping the rest of me would have an effect on you as well,” she said sadly.

The stirrings of my arousal had an immediate effect on me and I decided it was time to start taking a more active role in whatever was going on here.

“The eyes are more expressive. They say a lot more than your tits or ass are ever going to tell me.”

“Oh sweetie, that’s only because you haven’t had my tits or ass yet,” she said with an evil little smile. She followed that comment up with moving her hands to the bottom of her dress and moving a finger from each hand along the hem, raising it several inches as she did so. My gaze followed her the entire time and when she finished I shifted uncomfortably in my seat realizing I was now fully aroused.

“There we go, that’s the reaction I was hoping to get,” she said happily. “Can your schedule allow a long lunch next Friday?”

“Yes,” I whispered hoarsely.

“Good, I’m taking you for lunch then,” she laughed. “I’ll see you at the east entrance at 11:30,” she said as she stood and readjusted her dress. “My name is Mary, by the way. You are Eric I believe?”

“Correct,” I replied.

Before leaving, she bent over and kissed me on the lips, just a little more than softly, just a little longer than a peck, just enough to tantalize me with wanting more. It was only after she disappeared around the corner that her choice of words dawned on me.

The intervening days passed quickly and my lunch trips to the cafeteria were far more enjoyable. Mary smiled at me every day that I looked and on two occasions she even winked. I don’t know what I expected to happen on Friday, but I never believed she would follow through on her hinted at motives. But at the appointed time I was waiting at the requested entrance and found Mary there waiting on me.

“Ah good,” she said with a smile, “I was worried you might not show.”

“I considered it,” I admitted honestly.

“Well, let’s go,” she said and l followed her to her car. It was about a 15-minute drive to a rather generic grill restaurant with an adjoining bar. A hostess gave us a seat, which Mary promptly replaced by requesting something in the darkened corner at the back. The booth was rounded and after I sat, Mary made me move toward the middle so that we were sitting very close.

“I didn’t bring you here for a work lunch,” she said primly. “Now, don’t you move, I will be back in a few minutes after I freshen up. When the waitress comes around I will have water to drink and the Asian salad.” Mary disappeared back around the corner. As instructed, I ordered for both of us when the waitress returned.

A couple of minutes later, Mary returned wearing a completely different outfit. Gone was the stodgy business suit and in its place was a metallic green cocktail dress. It was very short with somewhat wide straps at the shoulder that led to a very low V-neck cut. Even the area beneath her arms was bare and I wondered what the back of the dress looked like. Her pony tail had been undone and her hair was free and falling in waves past her shoulders. She had matching green heels and a new, smaller purse that was close to the auburn color of her hair. She was stunning and I know my mouth gaped open as I saw her. But even then, after a quick appraising look, I came back to looking in those wonderful green eyes. She smiled mischievously at me and took her seat at my side again.

Shortly after, the waitress returned with our food. We ate in silence, though I found myself looking at Mary repeatedly. When she noticed, she immediately began trying to draw my eyes with her hands to various parts of her body.

“I must say, the food may be average at best here, but the entertainment is pretty good,” I said after the third time she toyed with my gaze.

“Ah, not so fast,” she said, “there’s more than just a show on offer.”

“Oh really,” I said as I pushed aside my mostly empty plate.

“Uh huh, this show is not only 3D, it’s fully interactive,” she said as she took my hand that was closest to her and placed it on her knee. I stared into her eyes as I let my hand trace a line up to the hem of her dress. She didn’t flinch the entire time, until I reached dress material and I removed my hand, and then she pouted at me.

“You aren’t very adventurous at this sort of thing, are you,” Mary chided me. She too my hand again and put it at her waist. Again, I did what I thought was expected and move my hand upward along her side, stopping short when I bumped into the underside of her arm, removing my hand again. She looked disappointed again.

“That slot oyna dress must not have much of a back,” I said looking down at her waist.

“None at all actually,” she said as she turned away from me a little and leaned forward so I could see her. When I didn’t immediately move my hand toward her she pouted again. “You’re just playing along aren’t you. Instead of leading you, I want you to touch me where *you* want.”

“Anywhere,” I asked playfully.

“Anywhere,” she whispered surely as she turned back away from me, leaving her back exposed.

I took my far hand and turned her face back toward me, again looking her straight in the eyes. When her hair fell across the right side of her face, I took my other hand and brushed it behind her so I could still see both of her eyes. I then left my hand drift down her neck and on to her back, as I started to move lower, she arched her back and closed her eyes.

“Ah, ah,” I said as I immediately stopped my hand. “I’m doing something you want; you have to do something I want. You have to look at me. You have to be here… with me.” For the first time I saw uncertainty in her eyes, but she didn’t close them or look away. I resumed moving my hand lower until I could run my fingers beneath the drooping back and along the top of her ass.

“That’s a good start,” she sighed with a smile. I turned her back around and then put my hand on one of the straps of her dress at the front. I had a thumb on the outside and all four fingers underneath of it. I then ran my hand down to the bottom of the V, feeling the backs of my fingers run over her breast until I could not move lower, and then I rotated my hand so that my fingers ran across the rest of her breast and over her nipple. Her eyes remained on me the entire time and I felt her shiver when I finally finished my little maneuver. “You improve quickly… that was… even better.”

“Let’s see how much better,” I said and put my hand on her leg at the bottom of her dress. I pushed it around down between her legs and began moving it upward beneath her dress, which rode up quickly. She spread her legs immediately and a smile appeared on her face and her eyes danced. When I finally found the top of her pussy, I curled my fingers into my hand, extended my thumb toward her, and pushed my hand toward the seat cushion beneath her. She rotated her hips upward eagerly and I felt my thumb pass beyond the outer lips of her sex to find warm wetness within. I pulled my hand free and held my slick thumb between us.

“Not just touch, but taste too… top notch entertainment,” I said with a grin. But I made no move to lick my thumb.

“Go on then,” she encouraged.

In response I drug my thumb firmly across her lips and then leaned in and kissed her. She writhed in my arms and I felt and heard her moan.

“Pay the check,” she panted when we finally parted, “it’s definitely time for dessert.”

I paid the check in mild confusion, because I didn’t understand where dessert was going to be. I didn’t have to wonder long however, as once we were outside, Mary led me away from her car to the hotel behind the restaurant. She took a key card from her purse and I quickly surmised she had already been here to change earlier. We wound up in a ground level room on the back side of the hotel and she turned on me as soon as we were through the door.

“You with your longing eyes and bashful smile, I’ve been looking forward to this for months,” she said and kissed me hard pressing me against the door. I could still taste her when we kissed and my arousal immediately returned. She paused to rid me of my shirt, then returned to assaulting me orally while I let my hands roam over her back and ass. When she paused again, she took off my belt and pants then got me working on my shoes and socks. When everything was gone, she pushed me back on the bed roughly and the swept her dress over her head in one quick, smooth motion. There was nothing on underneath, but she left her shoes on, seemingly too impatient to bother with them. She tossed a condom from her purse at me and said “one of our rules I’m afraid.”

She mounted me quickly and started a series of slow gyrations with her hips. It was all for her benefit though, as I can rarely get off in this position. She rode me for quite a while with a gradually increasing pace, but the entire time her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed. Even when she would occasionally lean forward and put one or both hands on my chest, her head dropped and her face was hidden by her hair. It was then that I started to feel used, and that lead to anger. Not long after that her movements became urgent and she climaxed with a shudder and a small gush of liquid.

“You haven’t done this with a married man before, have you,” I said when she finally relaxed again.

“No, it has always been single men before,” she said.

“Makes it more exciting, does it,” I asked with a hint of annoyance.

She missed my tone, but blushed and said, “yes.”

“My canlı casino siteleri turn then,” I said as I upended her and got her on her back. I took off the condom and dangled it in front of her then tossed it to the floor. I let myself slip between the outer lips of her pussy to gently tease her opening, but stopped there.

“Hey… what are you doing,” she said in alarm.

“I’ve decided that maybe I do want to get in trouble, so I’m breaking the rules,” I said angrily. I let just a bit of my cock slip into her and I noticed, that despite her verbal protest, she wasn’t physically pulling away from me.

“I can’t,” she said in alarm as another inch slid into her. “I shouldn’t,” she uttered with a hint of surrender as I reached the halfway point.

“Then you should probably tell me to stop,” I laughed as I slowly went deeper.

“Please, you can’t,” she whispered as another inch slipped in.

“I can,” I said and bottomed out in her and she moaned deeply. She promptly closed her eyes and turned her head to the side. “Ah, ah,” I said as I pulled her face back toward me. “No disappearing off to some fantasy land this time. If you want me here, if you want me to cheat on my wife, it’s going to have to be for more than just sex.” Her eyes widened at that and I pulled almost all the way out and then pushed back in slowly to emphasize my point.

“Uh… what… that… I don’t understand,” she rambled.

“It’s not so impersonal without the condom, is it,” I asked accompanying a slow thrust.

“Not supposed to do this,” she groaned at me as her eyes slipped closed again.

“If I’m going to cheat, so are you,” I whispered, “but I want more than that.”

“More? What more? I’m not out to break up your marriage,” she said urgently as I buried myself in her again.

“And I don’t want to end yours,” I said. “Open your eyes Mary.” She did so immediately. I leaned over here with my cock fully embedded in her and looked into those marvelous green eyes. “I’m not your husband, but you need to be here… with me,” I said and I purposefully twitched my cock within her. For the first time I saw a flash of her inside those eyes. It was brief, but it was there. “Yes, that bit… I want that little bit… you will give me that,” I whispered.

“I can’t… no emotion is one… oh god… one of the rules,” she said as I returned to my slow thrusts in and out of her.

“Then you better tell me to stop,” I said again.

“I… ah… just a little part… right,” she rationalized.

“Yes, a tiny corner that you keep for me, and you will have part of me as well.” Immediately her eyes re-focused on mine and widened. “I’m sorry, but it’s not enough for me to want your body, nor should it be enough for you,” I said as I returned her gaze.

“I’m not sure if I can do that.”

“Do you want to try?”

She looked at me long and hard over the course of half a dozen slow thrusts into her before she finally answered. “Yes,” she said in a barely audible whisper and then she shuddered into a small orgasm with a sigh. Her eyes remained open and on mine for most of it, which made me smile gently at her, but that bit of her had disappeared.

While she was still shaking I lay over her and buried my face in her hair so I could whisper in her ear. “And now, my sweet, you are going to beg.”

“What… I’m not… for what,” she said raggedly.

“You’re going to beg me to cum inside you,” I hissed at her as I started slowly thrusting into her yet again.

“No… please… not that… I’m begging you not to.”

“Tell me to stop or beg me to do it, there will be no begging for things you don’t actually want.” I saw tears at the corners of her eyes and had half a second to wonder if I had pushed too far when I felt her meet one of my thrusts for the first time. “See, your body is already begging me, all you need to do is add your voice. Why do you want it,” I said echoing the question I could see in her eyes? She thrashed her head back and forth as if the motion would somehow rid her of the desire. “You’re going to beg me because you *know* I *want* to do it. I want to do what all of those other men never got to do. To fill you, to mark you. To make you mine, even if just for today,” I said boldly.

“Oh fuck,” she screeched and crashed into another orgasm. Her cry was so full of lust and want that she very nearly set me off as well.

“Look at me,” I said firmly and her eyes opened and she looked at me defiantly. I leaned down and kissed her deeply and passionately. When I pulled back I recaptured her eyes and said, “beg,” in a commanding voice as I resumed the slow, steady strokes that fell just short of fucking.

“Please, faster,” she cried.

“No.”

“Please,” she wailed.

“Please what, Mary,” I asked. I leaned back so I was sitting on the bed but could still continue my thrusts. “Maybe this will help,” I said as I planted my thumb on her clit and pushed down. Her head shot up from the bed so she could look down her body at what I was doing.

“No… oh fuck… no,” she said and thrashed violently.

“Tell me to stop!”

“No,” she shrieked and convulsed as if she was trying to throw my hand off of her.

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All for Winter

When I finally filled the glass to the five ounce line (I actually had a bit more cum in my mouth and it overflowed onto the small shelf the glass sat on) a small flap opened up and the cup was snatched up and replaced by an empty one. I heard the lock on the door click and I opened it as quickly as I could. Just before I stepped through I looked back at the five boys I was leaving in the room behind me. The three of them that had cum into my mouth and were laying on each other like a wolf pack and appeared to be dozing. The other two were still on their knees waiting to be relieved and I was almost tempted to finish them off but I was afraid that this would upset Winter and I may find the door locked once more if I did not go through right away. I had never experienced these sort of homo-erotic feelings before but I had to admit that while my mind felt disgusted by sucking the three cocks my balls had betrayed me and felt fuller than ever.

The door opened into a garishly decorated bedroom. It was much warmer in here and I felt more comfortable except for my bound wrists. Everything was either painted red or draped in it. Their was a thick red curtain a few feet in the room and the deep groans of men and the high pitched whine of a woman could be heard from behind it.

I peered around it carefully and was thrilled to see five men surrounding what appeared to be a very old woman laying who was suspended from the ceiling on a leather sex swing. I had never seen one outside of a movie before and I became excited right away. My cock began to get hard again and I was beginning to enjoy the feeling of it being pulled back between my legs. I moved my wrists subtly a few times to bend it backwards. I loved the dull ache of it.

The woman on the swing was of average size and despite her deeply tan and wrinkled face and neck, her chest, which I now realized was missing a breast, and abdomen were soft and white. She was presently being double penetrated by two men, one standing in front of her fucking her hard vaginally, the other laying on a thin wooden bench beneath her with his cock in her asshole.

She seemed to be completely devoid of any emotion. Her face had no expression on it and only short bursts of the high pitched whine escaped her wrinkled lips from time to time. The three other men surrounding her were stroking themselves, apparently close to orgasm. One of the men roughly grabbed the old woman by her white hair and traced the head of his cock casino siteleri between her eyes, down the bridge of her nose and finally into her mouth. She grimaced and tried to keep her mouth closed but one of his companions pinched the nipple on her remaining saggy tit and she gasped in pain giving the man at her head just enough time to force his cock into her mouth.

He fucked her mouth roughly as the other man, the one standing across from the one who had just pinched her nipple, ejaculated an impressive line of semen onto the mastectomy scar on the other side of her chest. After he came he turned towards me and gestured for me to come on over.

I walked over to him and now realized that there were several cameras surrounding the entire area. I had a sinking feeling as I wondered if there had been cameras in the other room, filming me as I had sucked off the three guys in the other room. I supposed it was too late now if there had been, and I was going to be on film now so I tried not to think about it.

“You’re going to like her,” he said to me as he loosed the rope from my wrist. He brought the rope up to his nose and breathed in deeply.

“This is Winter’s isn’t it?” He asked.

I nodded.

“Can I have it?” He asked.

“I don’t know,” I said, “I am afraid that she might want it back.”

“I was just asking to be nice,” he said.

“I really want to keep it though,” I said to him.

“Let’s ask Linda,” he said with a maniacal glint in his eye.

He walked back to the circle and waited for his companion to pull his cock out of the old woman’s mouth. Her head collapsed backward and she appeared to be nearly passed out. The man who had been fucking her mouth came all over her face with a groan.

“Linda,” the man who so rudely had taken my rope away said loudly.

She did not answer so he grabbed her by the hair and slapped her face, drops of semen shot upward as if a boot had just jumped into a rain puddle on the road.

“Cunt! Cunt! Wake the fuck up!”

Linda finally opened her eyes and blinked violently as semen ran down her cheeks into them.

“Should I give this fucker his rope back?”

As he was yelling at her I noticed the other men were beginning to converge on me. I turned around and tried to make my way back the way I came but saw that the two young men who I had last seen on their knees in the other room were standing behind me. They grabbed me roughly by the arms and pulled me towards the slot oyna sex swing.

The guy with the rope smiled when he saw what was happening and he began undoing the old woman’s wrist and ankle restraints. She dropped with an unceremonious thud onto the wooden bench that the man who had been sodomizing her had been laying. She winced in pain but before she had any respite the guy who had ejaculated on her scar pulled her by her ankles onto the floor and just out of the way of the men who now had me.

I struggled to get away but it was no use. I was hopelessly outnumbered. The guy with the rope disappeared for a moment but returned with a dingy white nightdress, a silver wig and what appeared to be a makeup case. The two men holding me kicked me behind my knees bringing me down to the floor. Before I knew it I was wearing the dingy dress, the silver wig and had my face covered with rouge, mascara and lipstick.

The old woman was still laying on the floor drenched in cum and her own sweat, shivering while a man I had not yet encountered was urinating on her as she tried to cover her face.

They dragged me over to the swing and hoisted me up effortlessly. I thought of using my safe word but knew if I did so that I would not be able to see Winter again so I waited to see what would happen. They secured the wrist and ankle restraints and before I knew it I was getting the same treatment that Linda had been getting. I could no longer see her but I could hear her whimpering.

My wig kept falling off so someone had finally bound it to my head with a length of twine. When it was secured my head was violently jerked back and a hard, thick penis was shoved into my mouth. I gagged immediately as this was a quite different experience from what had happened in the other room. At least there I had had some control. My eyes began to tear up as the man shouted for me to “keep that cuntmouth open wide!”

This was nothing compared to the cock that was being forced into my anus however. I had never had anything put into it before and the ripping and rough thrusting both burned and made me feel as though I were going to vomit. One of the men thoughtfully squirt lubricant onto the cock as it entered and re-entered me and after a few minutes my ass was beginning to become numb and wet. I hoped that the fluid dripping down my ass cheeks was mostly lube and not the blood that must have come from the tearing at my rectum.

The safeword continued to come into my mind but every canlı casino siteleri time I thought to use it the desire to see this through to the end stopped me.

For several minutes I either blacked out or had just sort of lost awareness of myself for I suddenly felt a lips wrapped around my cock. It was the first familiar sensation I had had all evening. When the man with the thick cock finally finished with my mouth by coming what felt like at least the five ounces I had carried in my mouth onto my face I was able to raise my head and see that the old woman was the one who was sucking my cock.

She was being held up by the two younger men who had come from the other room. When she would take a breath or pause from servicing me they would either slap her or spit on her face. I wondered what was motivating her not to use her safe word. I had never seen anyone violated as brutally as she was being. Then again, I had not yet viewed the footage that was being shot of me.

The guy ass fucking me pulled his cock out and came all over the old woman’s cheek as she was still sucking me. His warm load dripped down her face onto my cock and balls. The two younger men abruptly let her go and she dropped to the floor, her teeth scraping my cock as she fell. One of them laid down beneath me on the wooden bench and the other positioned himself between my legs. I couldn’t believe that they were actually going to double penetrate me but they did, despite the fact that it took quite some time, lubricant and profanity.

By this time I was so numb that I must have looked like the old lady. Time began to slide into a blur of sharp rectal tears, warm fluid sprays and thick veined cocks pulsing inside of my mouth. At some point I must have lost consciousness for I awoke sometime later in the same room. I was laying with the old woman, Linda, in a bed where the bench and sex swing had been.

“I hurt,” she said to me when she saw that I was awake.

“Me too,” I said, my asshole felt raw and bloody and my insides felt bruised.

“Thank god it’s over,” she said and drew herself closer to me. She smelled like stale urine, blood and cum but I didn’t care. I held her tightly.

“Why didn’t you use your safeword?” I asked her.

She laid her head back on her pillow and looked wistfully up at the ceiling.

“I know what I’ve always needed and I was finally able to get it.”

She reached her wrinkled old hands down my stomach and ran her fingers through my short cropped pubic hair until she had a tight grip on my cock.

“Why didn’t you use yours?” She asked.

“I still want to fuck Winter,” I said. And I still did, more than anything. I just wondered how close I was to getting there.

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PART 1 – Yearnings

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Opening his eyes, Brian immediately knew he was in a strange place. Following that realization, he noticed an unfamiliar arm draped across his bare chest. Then a splitting headache dominated his awareness. “Dude…” he moaned, lifting a hand to his forehead.

Only half-asleep, Stacy stirred beside Brian and nuzzled against his chest. “You okay?”

Brian blinked in surprise at the fact that he was in bed with Stacy, and from what he could tell they were both naked. “I think I’m hung over…”

Stacy grinned against him. “Lightweight.”

Looking around, Brian came to the conclusion that he was in Stacy’s bedroom, her old bedroom at her parent’s house (Stacy had been living in an apartment with her best friend Miley for the last nine months). What he wasn’t sure of was how he ended up in bed with Stacy, naked, or why she seemed so cool with it. “What happened last night?”

“I threw a party and we got really drunk.” Stacy answered sleepily.

Brian tried to remember. “Did we…?”

“Did we what?” Stacy pressed, amused.

“Did we sleep together?” Brian whispered.

Stacy chuckled against Brian’s chest, “Well, we’re in bed together aren’t we?”

“Yeah but, I mean, did we have sex?”

Stacy lifted her head and arched her neck to kiss Brian on his chin. “Of course, dummy.”

Brian closed his eyes, hoping the pain in his head would go away. “It fucking figures.”

“What is it?” Stacy wondered.

“I finally have sex with you, and I can’t remember a thing…”

Stacy laughed. “Too bad, because it was amazing.”

Brian groaned, rubbing his forehead.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” Stacy asked.

“Um…” Brian searched his memories. “Sitting in the hot tub with you doing shots of tequila. I remember Charlie asking if he could use my car and giving him directions to your apartment.”

Resting her chin on Brian’s chest, Stacy said. “Yeah, poor Charlie. It was driving him crazy that Miley left to go find Brett.”

“You think they’ll get back together?” Brian wondered.

“Who knows?” Stacy replied. “But one thing I know for sure is that we’re both stuck. Miley took my car to chase after Brett, and Charlie took yours to chase after Miley…”

Brian smirked. “Yeah, I guess neither of us is going anywhere.”

Stacy smiled playfully, running her fingers along Brian’s bare chest. “So, you want to find out just how amazing it was?”

Brian’s eyes widened. “Can I get a couple of aspirin first?”

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A car alarm went off down the street, waking Charlie up with a start. He winced at the pain in his neck, caused from the awkward position he slept in. He was parked in Brian’s car outside Stacy and Miley’s apartment building. Charlie had planned on staking it out until Miley got home, and then confront her, but he must have fallen asleep.

Looking around, he spotted Stacy’s SUV parked across the street a few cars down. Miley must have arrived home after he fell asleep. He quickly checked his shock of brown hair in the rear-view mirror before opening the door.

Checking the tenant register Charlie located the correct apartment number, and then lucked out as someone was walking out — he was able to slip in without having to buzz the door. Climbing one flight of stairs, Charlie meandered down a hallway until he found the correct apartment. He was just about to knock on the door when voices came from the other side.

“Forget it Brett!” Miley’s voice was easily recognizable to Charlie.

“C’mon Miley.” came a male voice; Charlie assumed it was Brett’s. “I said I’m sorry. It just gets frustrating, you know?”

“It’s over Brett, okay? We’re over. I want you to leave.”

“What is it?” Brett demanded loudly. “Is it that dork from last night?”

“It doesn’t have anything to do with him, and Charlie’s not a dork…”

“You’re such a tease Miley, you know you want it. C’mon babe… let’s get this over with.”

Miley suddenly squealed in anger. “Get off me you asshole!”

Charlie’s eyes widened and his entire body was flooded with anger.

Miley screamed again. “Brett! Stop it! Get off…!”

The door could have been made of iron and it wouldn’t have stopped Charlie as he threw his shoulder against it with all of his adrenaline-fueled strength. The deadbolt tore the doorframe, splinters of the jamb flying through the air as the door flew open.

Brett was atop Miley on her couch and had her arms pinned down, but he turned in surprise as Charlie burst into the apartment. “What the fu…?” he started to say, but his sentence was stopped short by Charlie tackling him. The two went right over the back of the couch.

“Charlie!?” Miley was completely startled by Charlie’s sudden appearance. She quickly got up from the couch to see Charlie on top of Brett and hitting him.

“You son of a bitch!” Charlie yelled, punching his fist repeatedly into Brett’s face.

“Charlie!” Miley exclaimed, running around the couch to try and grab Charlie and pull him off. It’s not that she was overly concerned for casino siteleri Brett, but Charlie was crazed with anger and she didn’t want him to hurt Brett so badly that Charlie would regret it.

“Don’t you ever touch her!” Charlie was screaming as Miley grabbed him around the arms and pulled him back, “Don’t you ever fucking touch her again!!”

Brett scrambled on the floor, trying to get away from the enraged Charlie. He could taste the salty blood dripping out of his nose, and couldn’t figure how such a skinny guy could possess so much strength!

Miley was reminded of how Charlie once beat up their high school’s bully, a linebacker named Brock, as she continued to try and hold Charlie back. “Get out of here Brett!” Miley yelled angrily. “It’s over between us!”

Brett slowly got up, wiping the back of a hand across his bloody upper lip. He glared at Charlie, who stared right back. Wisely, Brett back towards the door.

Miley didn’t let go until Brett was gone, fearful that Charlie would kill him. She took a deep breath and realized she was shaking. Fortunately, most of the tenants in the apartment building were mostly students and away for the summer. She doubted anyone heard the commotion.

Turning to face her, Charlie regarded Miley silently. She looked back to him, her blue eyes shaken but full of unspoken thanks. He took a step forward and Miley stared at Charlie cautiously. He took another step and reached for Miley’s arm.

Miley didn’t move. “You saved me…”

Charlie wrapped his arms around the pajama-clad Miley, who let the embrace last several long moments, then she looked up into Charlie’s eyes. She saw nothing but love looking back at her, and it was all Miley could do to step backwards and not kiss him. She missed the way he looked at her. But Charlie pulled her back towards his body.

“Charlie…” Miley resisted feebly, “We shouldn’t.”

Then his lips were upon her in a heated kiss. Charlie kissed her the way he used to kiss her, exploring her mouth with his tongue and tasting her lips with his own. She responded and kissed him in return, but kept trying to step back. Charlie moved with her until Miley’s shoulders hit the apartment wall, ripping open the buttoned shirt of her pajamas and exposing Miley’s breasts.

“Charlie… please…” Miley said, trying to resist him; but it was fruitless. As soon as Charlie started to kiss her again she was unable to deny how badly she wanted him. Both of them began yanking at each others clothes as their mouths hungered against one another.

As soon as they were naked, Charlie stepped back and marveled at Miley’s naked body. She was mostly as he remembered, though she seemed more toned and had less baby fat around her tummy and hips, her breasts seemed slightly larger, and she was as tanned as always – her toned body kissed by the sun from head to toe. Seeing her that way, naked and vulnerable, caused Charlie’s mind to scream “MINE!!” as though she were his sexual possession; which, for a long time, she was.

Miley stared right back at the naked Charlie. He wasn’t as skinny as he used to be, though still quite slender. She smiled fondly at his smooth chest, thankful that he hadn’t grown any more body hair. And his penis! Miley stared at Charlie’s magnificent manhood as it twitched and grew to its full ten-inch length. How she had missed that thing! She could see the hunger in his eyes, and in the pit of Miley’s stomach she felt an aching need to be claimed by the only man she had ever loved.

Charlie started forward and grabbed Miley by her hips, hooking his hands under her thighs and lifting her as he spread her legs. Miley leaned back against the wall and lifted an arm around Charlie’s neck, curling her ankles around his backside, and didn’t resist his aggressive advance. Their lips met again and Charlie’s penis began to poke between Miley’s legs. She reached down to guide his head to her vaginal opening, moaning against his mouth as Charlie’s girth suddenly invaded and stretched her sex.

“You’re mine, Miley.” Charlie said, his voice full of desire and confidence. “You have been ever since that day you pushed me into that bathroom.”

“I never stopped being yours.” Miley affirmed.

“Uhn!” Charlie grunted. “Oh fuck I need you…” He started slamming himself into her violently, and all Miley could do was hold on to Charlie as her shoulders banged against the wall.

Miley thought she was making a mistake, fearing that if she and Charlie got back together that it would get intense between them again, only to have their relationship come to a crashing halt in the fall when he left for school. But she couldn’t resist him. It felt so good to have Charlie’s arms around her, to have his magnificent cock within her.

Thrusting upwards, Charlie penetrated Miley’s sex with nearly his entire ten inches. She gasped at the invasion, having almost forgotten the way his incredible size filled her. “Fuck me…” she whispered meekly.

“Say it.” Charlie demanded, biting on her ear lobe.

“Fuck me.” Miley grunted.

“Say it!” Charlie repeated.

“Fuck me!” slot oyna Miley yelled, “Fuck me Charlie!”

Charlie started to grunt at Miley’s encouragement, humping his hips into her with strong and fast thrusts. Wrapping both arms around Charlie’s neck, Miley clung to him tightly as her entire backside banged against the wall with each thrust. “Uhn! Oh Charlie… oh god! Fuck me baby… fuck my cunt… I’ve needed your cock so badly…”

“You’re so tight.” Charlie grunted, humping Miley as fast as he could against the wall. “So fucking good. I missed you Miley… I missed you so much…”

“I know baby… I know… me too.” Miley shivered as she felt Charlie penetrate her nearly to the womb. Her orgasm came like a speeding truck and overcame her in a split second, reducing her to a quivering wreck in Charlie’s arms. “…cumming…” she gasped. “Oh god! I’m cumming!”

Charlie could feel the fluttering of Miley’s vaginal muscles around his shaft. It had been a long time since he’d had sex and wasn’t going to last much longer. He winced against the pleasure that was starting to consume him, trying to hold off his own orgasm as long as he could.

Miley saw his face and knew Charlie’s explosion was pending. “Charlie stop…” she gasped, her pussy still quivering in pleasure. “Don’t Charlie… baby… I’m not on the pill…”

“Oh fuck!” Charlie moaned, lost in their violent sex. “Oh fuck I’m going to cum…!”

“Charlie don’t cum in me!” Miley begged, her mouth agape at the sensations of Charlie pumping his cock as deeply as he could. “Please! Baby! You’ll make me pregnant!”

“Uhn!” Charlie grunted. “Uhn! Oh shit!” He yanked himself away, letting Miley drop to her feet. His cock twitched in the air and Charlie took himself into hand, his orgasm arriving after just two strokes.

Miley fell to her knees, her legs felt too weak to stand regardless, and accepted Charlie’s pleasure. He jerked himself off onto her chest, milking Miley’s breasts with shot after shot of semen. “Oh god… that’s it baby, cum on me…”

Replacing his hand with her own, Miley continued to jerk Charlie’s cock. His orgasm seemed endless as rope after rope of his stringing seed fired out to decorate her skin. By the time it was over, and the last few beads of cum oozed out of Charlie’s cock, Miley’s chest was a mess of clingy strands.

“Holy fuck. I needed that.” Charlie said, breathing heavily.

Miley panted, curled on her knees and weak from Charlie’s fucking. “Me too.” she admitted. She reached for his penis and coaxed it with her hand, smoothing her fingers along it’s still-hard length.

“Miley… I love you. We belong together.” Charlie said.

Miley nodded. “I know. I know baby… I’m just… I need some time, okay?”

Charlie’s face screwed up in confusion. “Time for what?”

“Please… please Charlie. I’m just confused. I know you love me. I love you too… I do. And I don’t want anyone else. But I’ve got to get my head straight before I jump back into this. I love you more than anything else in the world. But it hurt when you left, okay? I never thought you’d actually leave me until you did, and that hurt so much.”

Charlie hugged her, his sticky mess between them. “And I thought you were cool with it. I thought we agreed we could handle the long distance thing? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I did!” Miley said, clinging to him tightly.

“Not until the night before I left…” Charlie complained, “It was a little late by then.”

“I know, Charlie. I fucked up.” Miley started to cry against Charlie’s chest. “I want to be with you, I do. Just let me figure my head out, okay?”

Charlie let out a relenting sigh and finally nodded. “Okay, I get it.” He let go of her and looked around for his clothes. “I guess I can give you some time. But Miley, don’t wait too long. Summer is short enough as it is.”

Miley bit her lip and nodded. That was exactly what she was afraid of.

PART 2 – She’s Scared

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Sitting in the mall’s food court filling out applications wasn’t Charlie’s idea of a fun Saturday, but he needed to find a job. He’d already been home a week and hadn’t applied anywhere, so he decided to grab application forms from a bunch of stores and fill them all out at once. He figured one of them had to be hiring.

He was about halfway through his stack when Charlie heard someone call out his name.

“Hey Charlie!” came Stacy’s voice from across the food court.

Charlie smiled and waved. He thought she looked like a sportswear model as Stacy approached in a pair of skimpy running shorts and a sports bra, both blue, with her blond hair tied back in a long pony tail beneath a cute baseball cap.

“Looking good hon.” Charlie greeted as Stacy sat down at Charlie’s table.

“Thanks.” Stacy grinned. “You too. If you learned anything since last year, it was how to shop.”

Charlie looked down at his clothes, a trendy short-sleeved button shirt and a pair of designer jeans. “Yeah, I guess. I’ve come a long way from the high school nerd, huh?”

“We’ve all come a long way. So what canlı casino siteleri are you up to?” Stacy looked to Charlie’s stack of applications.

“Hoping to find a summer job.” Charlie answered. “What about you?”

“I was just jogging with Brian actually, then we came over here to look at shoes. He needs a new pair. He’s over at the shoe store now trying some on.”

“It’s so weird that Brian’s turned into a fitness freak. I guess we’ve all changed.” Charlie smiled. “So you and him are…?”

Stacy blushed a little. “Yeah, I’m guessing he told you?”

Charlie lifted a shoulder. “He mentioned something about your party and amazing sex.”

Stacy laughed. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised he told you. You’re best friends and all, just like me and…”

“It’s okay.” Charlie sensed Stacy’s hesitation to mention Miley. “How is she?”

“She misses you.” Stacy replied.

Charlie frowned. “She’s driving me nuts, you know? She misses me. She loves me. She won’t sleep with any other guys, but she won’t get back together with me.”

“She’s scared.” Stacy said.

“Scared of what?” Charlie asked.

“Losing you.” Stacy answered firmly.

“Then why was she with that jerk Brett?” Charlie sounded annoyed.

“Oh come on Charlie, the only reason she was with him was to make you jealous. You couldn’t see that?”

Charlie squinted and shook his head.

“It’s true.” Stacy said. “I mean, she only started dating him like three weeks before you got back. It’s so obvious. She wanted to make you jealous.”

“Then why won’t she get back together with me?” Charlie wanted to know.

Stacy took a deep breath and considered. “Back in high school, before you two started dating, Miley mostly dated college guys.”

“Yeah.” Charlie nodded, remembering.

“They saw her as a trophy, you know? As soon as they got anywhere with her, not that she ever went all the way with any of them, they’d go brag to their friends about it. Or they’d just dump her and move on to the next girl at the next party.”

“So?” Charlie shrugged.

Stacy frowned. “That gets to a girl, Charlie, the constant rejection. She would call me crying, wondering why every guy she dated treated her so horribly. It got to the point where she wouldn’t let herself get close to anyone, out of fear that they’d dump her.”

“She’s afraid I’m going to dump her?” Charlie couldn’t understand it.

“She’s afraid you’ll move on, yeah.” Stacy nodded. “She was a wreck last fall, after you left. She was certain you’d find another girl at Brown that you’d like better than her. She’s still afraid that’ll happen.”

“So, is that why she didn’t sleep anyone this last year?” Charlie wondered. “She was afraid of letting anyone in?”

Stacy shook her head. “She still loves you Charlie, she’d never sleep with anyone else until you guys are well and truly over. She chose you, remember? She chose you to lose her virginity too, because she trusted you. You made her feel loved and desired. I’m sure she still feels that way.”

Charlie sighed, “Just not enough to get back together with me.”

Stacy smiled, sympathetic to Charlie’s frustration. She reached over and put a hand on his arm. “You just need to convince her, somehow, that you won’t leave her again.”

Charlie contemplated that.

“Dude!” came Brian’s voice as he approached the pair carrying a box of shoes. “What’s up Charlie?”

Charlie suddenly got up. “I gotta go.”

“Huh?” Brian looked confused.

Charlie gathered up his applications. “I have to find Miley, I’ll see you guys later!”

Brian stared as Charlie dashed off. “That guy is always chasing after Miley. It’s like he’s a mouse, and she’s cheese…”

Stacy giggled.

=====

“Okay Daddy, I’ll see you tomorrow for lunch.”

Miley set her phone on the coffee table and frowned. Even the prospect of seeing her father, whom she adored, couldn’t get Miley’s mind off Charlie. She thought she was prepared for this. Miley had been fooling herself for the last several months, into thinking she could handle it when Charlie came back — whatever his romantic situation would be (even if he had a new girlfriend). But Miley was wrong. As soon as she saw him at Stacy’s party all of the feelings Miley had for Charlie came flooding back into her with the power of a tsunami. She loved him; that much she was certain of, but if she got back together with him for the summer she knew Charlie would go away again in three months and all the pain would return.

It wasn’t that Miley didn’t trust Charlie to stay faithful to her when he was away, or that she couldn’t handle a long distance relationship, but four years is a long stretch. It was only a matter of time, to Miley’s reasoning, before Charlie found someone else while away at college. No, he wouldn’t cheat on her, she was sure of that… he’d call and break up with her first; and that was the kind of pain Miley wanted to avoid.

Sick of thinking about it, Miley picked up the television remote and started flipping through channels. But nothing was on; at least nothing that could take her mind off Charlie. She switched the TV off and picked up a celebrity gossip magazine, but after flipping through several pages Miley realized she had a problem that neither TV nor a magazine could solve… she was horny.

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“OK, boys, if you’re ready for Round Two, let’s move this to the bedroom where we can all be a little more comfortable.”

Izzy wasn’t one to mince words. She was a confident woman who went after what she wanted and got it. I had just finished introducing her boyfriend David to his first same-sex experience as he gave me a blowjob on their big leather sectional couch. He was ready for more, I was ready for more, and I could tell Izzy was definitely ready for more. She stripped off the rest of her clothes and pulled David up off the floor by his hand. I followed them up to their bedroom. It was dark when we got in there but Izzy had a few candles placed around the room to provide soft sex lighting. As she went around the room lighting candles, I sat on the bed and David followed. Soon the whole room glowed with the gentle light of the candles and the possibility of more steamy sex.

David sat down on the bed to my left and leaned back into my chest. I put my arms around him and started rubbing his chest, paying some close attention to his nipples. He leaned his head back into me and moaned softly. As we were cuddling, Izzy climbed on the bed behind us and joined our embrace. She put a hand on each of our chests and started rubbing. David instinctually rolled his head back to face her and they kissed deeply and passionately.

“Mmmmm, David—I love the taste of your tongue and mouth after you’ve had it around another man’s cock. It tastes so strong and masculine… I just want to have a taste for myself.”

“There’s nothing stopping you from doing that, Izzy,” I said. “You can suck me off any time you want. Of course, David might want me to use my hard-on for something else.”

I shot Dave a knowing glance as I said that and he said to her,

“I don’t know, babe; I think you could suck our friend here for just a little while.”

That pretty much got my dick stirring again. Although I was definitely ready to fuck, I wouldn’t mind another blowjob as a warm-up act.

I broke our three-way hug and moved myself up to the head of the bed, which Izzy had thoughtfully put satin sheets on so it would be easy to slide around. I spread my legs out wide so she could get good access to me. She took up a position on her hands and knees in front of me so she could suck my cock.

Her mouth felt warm and velvety, a little different from David’s. I like getting my cock sucked no matter what, but there’s definitely a difference between a man and a woman doing the job. I was enjoying how luxurious her mouth felt as she went down on me. David, not missing an opportunity casino siteleri for himself, climbed behind her and lowered his mouth down to her pussy. From our frequent, frank conversations in college, I knew that having her pussy eaten out was Izzy’s favorite sexual activity. She once told me that she and a lesbian lover had spent the better part of two hours just going down on each other and she loved every minute of it!

David’s talented tongue was having its intended affect on Izzy as she began moaning with my dick in her mouth, which only heightened the sensation for me. As much as I was enjoying her moaning on my dick, I didn’t want to forget Dave and how special this night was supposed to be for him.

“Dave, I while I love Izzy’s mouth on my cock, I don’t want to leave you out of this. This is your special night. What else do you want to do with me?”

Dave pulled up from lapping at Izzy’s labia and said, “I really want you to fuck my ass. Izzy has been using toys on me and it feels amazing but I really want to experience the real thing.”

“OK, Izzy, you heard the man,” I said, halfway jokingly. She knew what I meant and she slid my shaft from her mouth, licking the underside the whole way and making me shiver with delight.

“Baby,” she said, “Let’s get you ready for your first real cock. You lay on your back on the edge of the bed and I’ll get you ready for your first real fuck.”

He slid around and did as she suggested. He grabbed his ankles and pulled them up to his chest. I could tell that she had given him some practice with one of her strapons and he was more than ready.

She stood up and pulled open the drawer of the night table and said to me, “There’s lube and condoms here. Get yourself all ready while I prep Dave.”

I took my nicely hard, slick cock and ripped open one of the rubbers and rolled it down over my cock. It felt great as the smooth rubber stretched over the head and went down the shaft. While I was doing that, Izzy was kneeling in front of the bed caressing Dave’s dick and licking all around his balls. I could tell she had given him some anal foreplay before because he was starting to relax despite the anticipation of what was about to happen. Before long she was licking all around his asshole and she moved one of her fingers down to gently press into it. I handed her the lube and she started to squeeze a little bit out onto her finger. She slowly pressed it into his ass and worked the lube in. She was really showing her sexual experience with the time she was taking and the delicacy she was showing to prepare his ass slot oyna for my cock.

Her prep work on his ass continued with more lube and more fingers until she was easily working three fingers in and out of him. He was whimpering and rolling his head around as his ass found the delight from her fingers. As soon as she was satisfied, she pulled her fingers out of him and stood up.

“He’s all yours. Make it good.”

I walked over to him and leaned down close so my rubber-covered dick was right at his asshole. I had lubed myself up good and the lube was just starting to drip and run down the shaft of my dick toward my balls.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby,” I said as I leaned my weight against him.

Do it! Give me that cock! I’m ready for a good fucking.”

He really didn’t need to tell me twice. I took my hand and gripped the shaft as I carefully pressed into his ass. I could feel the heat of his manpussy as I gently pushed into him. The tension of his sphincter felt amazing on the head of my dick. I pressed in more firmly and more of my cock entered him.

“Does that feel good, baby? Does it? Do you like my cock in you?”

“Oh yes… yes. Please give me more!”

Pretty soon I was all the way in. I could feel my balls against his ass and his dick against my lower abs. I took the moment to lean forward and gently kiss him on the lips. He started darting his tongue into my mouth and I started sucking it back in. There we were—two men connected in lust with my dick inside of him and our tongues dancing around. I broke the embrace to say,

“Are you ready for me to start fucking you now? Your ass sure does feel good on my cock. I’m loving this. Are you enjoying it?”

“Oh, yes. Yes. Yes! YES!! I’m ready! Fuck me now. Fuck me good!”

I didn’t need any more prompting as I slowly pulled out of his ass almost all the way. I didn’t want this to be a rush job because I wanted him to really be able to savor having another man make love to him. I slowly pushed back into him and then withdrew again. This slow, luxurious fucking continued on with him writhing his head around in obvious ecstasy. With each thrust into him I felt the hot, tightness of anal penetration on my dick. It felt wonderful to be balls-deep in this handsome man splayed out before me.

Izzy was starting to really get excited again. I could tell by her comments.

“Oh, yes! That’s it! I want you to fuck my boyfriend for me. I want to see him take that gorgeous cock! Oh fuck yeah! I wanna get in on this action!”

David suggested she straddle him and suck canlı casino siteleri his cock while I was fucking him. Since I was going slowly and carefully it wouldn’t be too difficult for her so she climbed on top of him and took his hard, throbbing cock in her mouth. This left her pussy exposed right over his face so he buried his tongue in her snatch once more.

I was in ecstatic bliss as I was fucking David building up to a slow, steady climax. Meanwhile, it was doubly hot to see Izzy sucking him off while he ate her pussy laid out in front of me. By the sounds of her muffled moans, Izzy was also enjoying David’s tongue-lashing on her clit. David was beyond a doubt enjoying his first manfucking and the simultaneous blowjob from his hot girlfriend.

I could feel the familiar tension building up in my balls and I knew it was all going to come rushing out soon in a torrent of sperm. I let them know that I was getting close and I was about to start fucking a little faster to build up to that orgasm. Izzy pulled off Dave’s dick and said,

“I want you to fuck him until he cums from it. I wanna watch that dick spurt out from you hitting his prostate.”

“That won’t take much longer. I’m getting close now and I think he is, too.”

I reared back and grabbed David’s thighs and really started pounding my dick in his ass. He pulled off Izzy’s cunt and started moaning louder and louder until he started to cum. The anal spasms from his orgasm sent me over the edge and then I started to cum. His jets of cum shot out all over his chest and some got on Izzy’s face. She then lowered her pussy back onto Dave’s mouth so he could bring her to an orgasm, which he quickly did with his skilled tongue on her clit. As my dick softened up it slid from Dave’s ass and I stepped back.

“Wow. That was a lot of work but worth it. I haven’t cum like that from fucking a man in a long time.”

“That was uhMAZING!” was all Dave could say as his body collected itself from the thorough sexual workout he had just received. Izzy, still coming down from her orgasmic bliss, climbed off Dave’s chest and said,

“Well, baby, was it all you wanted it to be?”

“Oh yes. That was incredible. I never knew sex with a man could be so passionate or so intense. I definitely want to do that again.”

“And I definitely want to do that with you again, baby. That was so fucking hot! I’ve always loved two men fucking. It’s strong and primal and powerful and so erotic.”

“I’m glad I could be of service to both of you.”

We all three laughed at my comment as I collapsed on the bed next to Izzy. I started stroking Dave’s cheek tenderly as I asked him my next question,

“Dave, is there anything else you’d like to do while I’m here?”

“Maybe there is… let’s see how we recover from this first, though.”

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As Abby pulled into her driveway, she saw Morgan’s car. ‘That’s a nice site to see! Allen’s a great brother but I need female ears and advice, not Vince’s good friend.’

Abby entered the front door as Morgan was coming down the stairs.

“Let’s be quiet, I just put the twins to bed. You can leave your stuff by the door. I’ve got some wine, cheese and crackers ready.”

I hugged her.

“Oh, Morgan, you didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to. Besides, I’m dying of curiosity about how the weekend went. You sent me a text that we have to talk tonight. So, I’m here. You either screwed up or Vince screwed up. Which is it?”

“Neither, well I might have a little.”

She pulled the Italian Horn out from under her blouse.

“That doesn’t look like either of you screwed up!”

“Vince gave me this. He got a small white box from his desk, my eyes grew large like, ‘what’s this? Is it a ring?’ It wasn’t but the way I looked, well, it scared him then I got scared that it might have been a ring and that he noticed my expression.”

“Okay, you haven’t told me anything worth a dramatic text message.”

“I think I love him, Morgan. I just…”

“Just what?”

“I’ll explain. His ex-bitch, Carol, called me a slut. She says I only did it for his virginity and that he’s fair game when I’m not there. Vince told me she tried to get back with him twice before our first date and once while we were on it. I spilled a glass of beer on her. She’s a vengeful one and will try to get Vince back.”

“Yes, you told me of that and even I was impressed. But that’s not all, is it?”

“No. Several girlfriends, of his fraternity brothers, say he’s hooked on me and one asked me not to break his heart. One told me, a nice girl, that his brother’s say he’s hooked and that a guy’s first rarely ends well.”

“I think I see. Do you think you’re ‘in’ love with Vince?”

“The way I feel when I’m with him, when I’m not, how my eyes light up when I see him and how my body reacts to his touch. Making love to him is so effortless and enjoyable. He’s learned a lot about my body in two months.”

“You two have been dirtying up the bed sheets a lot?”

Abby laughed a bit.

“He even went and got that book, ‘The Joys of Sex’, so he could try a new position with me.”

“Was it a good one?”

“Yeah, very! I mean, it’s like how I felt with Ted.”

“You didn’t!”

“No, just that one stupid time.”

“Good! I’ve seen you two together, the look in your eyes and how you act. Yes, you just might be ‘in’ love with him and, as with the last time it happened, time isn’t a factor. So, besides sex and a tingly body, why do you think you love Vince?”

“He told me about next year. He’ll be a teaching assistant and an RA. He’ll have his own apartment and get paid. He said there’s a fold out couch for when I bring the twins on a visit. Though surprised, I wasn’t that scared of his offer.”

“Later, I asked him to spend Thanksgiving with me and the kids at my house and he said yes. We’ve known each other for seven years, two months dating, the twins know him and they get along with them. That will be a chance for them to see us together.”

“All valid reasons but there is something you haven’t told me.”

“How do I know if he loves me? Could I just be enjoying an eager, kind, gentle and polite lover? One, whom I’ve taught all he knows?”

“So, are you proud of your student?”

“Fucking yes, but that’s my concern. I’m the only girl he’s had sex with. How does he know the difference between lust and love?”

“Good question, I don’t know. What does your heart and gut tell you? You’ve been through this before.”

“That was different, Ted was older and we’d both had plenty of lovers before we met.”

“Abby, you’re telling me, because Vince hasn’t had sex with other women, he doesn’t know what love is?”

“No, not the way you put it. I just don’t know if he thinks the same about me? My gut says, maybe but I’m scared.”

“Scared if he does or doesn’t?”

“Both.”

“Difficult dilemma. How do you find out if your lover is ‘in’ love with you, without asking?”

“I asked if he wanted to have phone sex this Friday. I explained what it was, in general, he mentioned Skype but I said not for our first time. I had an idea, while driving, of having a threesome with him.”

“You asked Vince if he wanted to have a three-way?”

“No, not yet but if we and a second girl had a three way one night, I’d be able to see and hear his reaction to her and compare it to mine.”

“Slow down a bit. Back up and answer me a few questions, Abby.”

“Fire away,” she said as she drank more wine.

“What is Vince best at when making love to you?”

“Best at? Him? His kissing and touching are very good and his cock is pretty good as well.”

“In all places on your body?”

“Well, he’s much better above the waist kissing and licking me than below. Below his dick and fingers are casino siteleri pretty good.”

“How much of the pleasure, you get from fucking, is due to Vince, being he was a rookie?”

“Rookie?”

“Yes, you’ve had a rather fast and intimate carnal relationship so far. That’s not a knock but is there more to it?”

“Vince told me he enjoys making love and being with me. He likes doing other things together, too.”

“That’s a very good sign, yet when loving, who leads the dance?”

“Well, I do, about seventy percent of the time, I’d say.”

“So, he’s not as good going down on you as he is fingering and plowing you with his prick?”

“True but that doesn’t mean he’s bad going down on me.”

“Really? Then why don’t you allow him to finish you or teach him to get better? It wouldn’t surprise me if he might be curious about that as well.”

“I don’t know. I never thought about it.”

“I think you’d both enjoy letting Vince do some leading at the dance. The only way he’ll get better at going down on you, is for him to do it and you let him know what he does right and what you like being done, just like you did with his fingers and prick.”

“You’re right! I’ll let him get more diving time in.”

“Good, now, if that box would’ve had a ring, instead of that Italian Horn, what would’ve you said?”

Abby paused, first looking at Morgan, then at the floor.

“I don’t know and that’s what I need to figure out.”

“I almost killed Kyle when he mentioned this but he asked me if you’d be willing to go on a date with a friend of his. He told this friend you were seeing someone but didn’t know how serious it was and that he’d mention it to you.”

“A date, date or a meet you date?”

“How about a bowling meet you date? Kyle and I, you and Martin. We’ll pick you up, then return you home, alone, when finished. Does next Saturday sound good?”

“Okay but why would Kyle tell any guy that?”

“Listen, if you don’t want to do this, I’ll tell Kyle.”

“No, I’ll do it. It’ll give me another way to judge my feelings toward Vince. I’ll give the weather signal that it’s over or if Martin is getting too pushy or flirty.”

“Absolutely!”

‘Well, that’s done with. This should really surprise Abby tonight and the best two hundred I’ve ever spent.’ Back at his room, Vince was pacing.

“Robe on, room phone off, all cell calls to message. I’m as nervous as our first date.”

******

Abby was finishing up her preparations. ‘Wine, ready with a half empty bottle. Lights, dimmed. Kids, sleeping. I wonder if Vince is as nervous as I am? Well, I’ll soon find out. I’m sure he’s done his research about it but I’ll start a conversation then direct it to the call’s purpose.’ Abby filled her glass half way and took a sip.

‘I expect he’ll be surprised by my wearing the purple bustier from our first date. Time for my call. I’ll use Face-Time and see what he does.’ The phone rang. ‘That’s Abby and on Face-Time, and she didn’t want to do this our first time.’ Vince had arranged his phone so it was facing the bed. He reached over and answered the call.

“Hello, sexy!” Vince said as he saw Abby on a couch and wearing the purple outfit with some, not so subtle, red lighting.

“Good evening, Vince. Cat got your tongue?”

“Abby, I’m rather envious of where my tongue won’t be able to go tonight. How are you doing?”

“Missing you but otherwise, doing well.”

“Now, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

He opened his robe, showing his shoulders.

“See anything different?”

Abby looked at his delectable chest and body. ‘Why did he change the direction? Oh well, I’ll get us back on track. Now, what am I looking for?’ Abby scanned his chest and about a minute later saw it, the tattoo.

“Oh, my god! When did you get that?”

“The last appointment was earlier today.”

“What is it, a pair of wings?”

“Angel wings, over my heart.”

“My dearest, what would possess you to do something like that? I will say, it’s a nice surprise but you really didn’t have to?”

“I know, but I wanted to. Besides, you’re worth it.”

“Did you just get out of the shower?”

“No, but I’ll probably need one when were done.”

“If this all goes well, you may want one but you won’t need one. I’ll see to that and perhaps the same for me. We can see each other but still remember to talk to me and about what you’re doing and saying to me. I see your whole body and that’s a rather interesting development at the lower end of your robe. Does this make you think of anything?”

He saw Abby take the skewer from her glass, it had an olive on it. She tilted her head back and slowly lowered the olive toward her mouth. Just before it got there, her tongue reached out and began licking it. Her tongue swirled around it as a low guttural noise came from her throat.

“Oh god, Abby, that’s fucking great.” ‘I sure wish you were here to lick my balls. Lucky olive! slot oyna

Vince untied the robe and flipped it behind him.

“I’m slowly running my hands through your hair.” ‘This is so weird, yet…’

“My finger is tracing around the tip of your hard pool cue. My, looks like I won’t need to chalk this cue up.”

‘That’s it, Vince, keep moving your hand toward that great hard on. He stopped!”

“Dear, what are you doing to me?”

“I’m caressing your tits and squeezing those rock hard nipples.”

As he said that, Abby’s hands went to her tits and began squeezing them and one nipple.

“Oh, Vince, dear! That feels great!” she said as her back arched a little.

“I’m rubbing the underside of your very tasty cock. It’s slippery with your cum.”

‘Good, his hand is moving closer, again.’

“I’m undoing the ties on your back and reaching around you from behind as I lick your ear, lightly blowing into it as my hands reach your tits and your lingerie falls away from your body.”

“Oh, dear, your hands are so firm and yet soft. My tit’s feel very nice right now.”

‘Mt. Amalfi has been reached!’

“My tongue starts swirling around your leaking shaft a few times, then it begins its trip down Mt. Amalfi, finally reaching two very nice olives.”

“I drag my tongue around your neck as I move in front of you and we tumble onto the bed, my fingers locating your pussy, now damp with your horniness.”

‘Don’t laugh! It’s his first time.’

Vince saw a hand move down to her garden. ‘It’s different, not as much hair. In fact, it’s almost bald. Hope it didn’t hurt.’

“Oh, Abby, my dick feels so good. Your tongue and fingers are magic. My fingers begin their exploration of your clit, lightly circling around it then moving south to explore your love canal. I slowly sink one, then a second, finger inside as they start moving around then, suddenly, start scissoring inside that beautiful pussy.”

Abby’s fingers were moving as much as Vince’s hand was.

“Oh, love, that feels very nice! I’m wet and getting wetter. Do you feel my hips helping your fingers fuck me?”

“Uh, yes, I do, Abby. Do you feel me moving my dick through your lips?”

“Oh, yes, Vince, it feels lovely. All hard and slick, ready to cum isn’t it?”

“Yes, Abby, I’m very close.”

“So am I, dear. My pussy feels like old faithful right now.”

Vince’s voice got quieter.

“Oh, Abby, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

Abby looked at the screen and sure enough, Vince blew several nice bursts of semen and he kept it up until finished. ‘That’s it my love, our first video sex session and you were marvelous. As a matter of fact, I’m coming! Abby arched her back.

“Oh, Vince, your fingers feel wonderful! Oh! Oh! Oh! Mm. So nice and wet. You do seem to get that out of me and I enjoy it.”

‘Abby liked watching me as much as I liked watching her and it’s kind of like she is here.’

“Abby, that was very different and I’m sorry it was so quick.”

“No need to be, Vince. It was your first video sex and I did notice that you were ready in case I changed the plan. It was good for me, also. Now, was I really the reason for the tattoo?”

“Yup, I’ve no other reason to get one. How are Ted and Barbera doing?”

“They’re fine. I told them you’d be with us for Thanksgiving and they’re happy about it.”

“Really? That’s good! I told my parents, yesterday, and we’ll need to figure out eating plans for that day.”

‘Already, plans for Thanksgiving with his family. Yet, what did I expect when I asked him. It’s time.’ Abby reached over, retrieving a can of whipped cream, then put some on her nipples.

“How about dessert, handsome.”

“My tongue starts licking the cream off. Slowly swirling around your tit and nipple, while my hand lightly brushes over your newly trimmed garden and moves on to tantalize your inner thighs.”

‘He noticed! I’m glad I didn’t bet Morgan.’ Abby’s hands were doing double duty while her tongue was licking her lips and her hips were moving slightly, up and down, in rhythm with her hand. All the while, she kept her eyes on the screen, watching Vince.

“Oh, Vince, that feels so good. Your tongue on my hard nipples. I’ll have to see if yours taste better with whip cream or cherry jelly.”

“My what? There are a couple of options.”

“Perhaps both, you’ll have to wait to find out.”

‘He didn’t stop this time.’

“In the meantime, my hand is tracing under your bellybutton and moves down to your sack as I cup your balls, giving them a light squeeze. ”

“Abby that feels very good, I’ll have to see if they have any flavors for your tits instead of whip cream. Now, to see how two fingers feel inside of that beautiful pussy then I’ll try three, all while my tongue and lips are enjoying your large and hard clit.”

Abby inserted two fingers into her snatch as her thumb began playing with her hot button. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened.

“Oh, canlı casino siteleri yes, Vince! Yes, keep it up, that feels so good and I’m so wet!”

“My cock is slippery and hard in your…”

“Mouth. I open wide and take your hard-on into my mouth. Swirling around the tip and then around the shaft as I descend on it, stopping only when I feel those curly hairs on my face. Your fingers are having their way with me, just like my mouth is with you. All of the way back to the tip, sliding my tongue through the slit and all of the way back down.”

‘He had stopped jerking off, he’s nervous, this being our first, but still he’s much better than expected.’

“Oh, Abby, that feels great, I’m almost there, dear.”

“So am I, dear, your fingers are scissoring me as my hands begin to play with your prick and I lick the tip, tasting your leaking precum.”

‘I’m getting there but he’ll be first.’

“Yes, Abby, oh yes!”

Abby smiled as three nice streams of cum shot out of his dick.

“Oh, Vince, my pussy’s ready! Get me over the finish line!”

“I get on top of you and slam my rock hard cock into your love canal, grinding my hips into yours as I flex inside of you.”

“Yes, Vince, that’s it!”

Two waves of warmth flowed over her body as she gushed over her fingers. The two just looked at each other for a few minutes.

“What are you thinking, Vince?”

“You, me, this!”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Oh yes, Abby, I did and, to be honest, I was very nervous about the call. I didn’t want to disappoint you. It was very different than I thought it would be. Did I disappoint you?”

“Vince, not at all! You were much better than I thought you’d be. You were understandably tentative at first, followed my lead and got into the mood and purpose. You even took the lead a few times. I really did enjoy myself and we both came twice. I’m going to bed, love you.”

“Love you, also, dear.”

Abby had talked with Morgan about the meet date for bowling and her and Vince’s Face-Time experience.

“I told him I love him. It just came out and he replied the same.”

“Was it enjoyable and how did he do?”

“Yes, and Vince was good. Tentative at first but he went along and we both enjoyed it!”

“You want to cancel the date?”

“No, I said I’d meet him and it will be an opportunity to be in a semi-dating event. You know the cut off signal. How did he know of me? Did Kyle tell him?”

“Sort of. Kyle says Martin is a new employee of about three years, and a good one, in Kyle’s department. Martin saw a group picture of us and asked who you were, Kyle told him and he later asked if he could meet you.”

“When will you pick me up?”

“We’ll all meet here about seven. Kyle will be driving. First, pizza and then bowling. When done, we’ll drop you off at home and the date is over.”

******

Next Saturday arrived and Allen was over to watch the kids. Morgan, Kyle and Martin arrived about six-thirty and shared a cheese and cracker tray. ‘Martin is nice looking, about six feet tall and about two hundred twenty pounds.’

“Martin, what do you do at work?”

“I’m an investment planner. I hear you’ll be graduating soon.”

“Yes, I’ll have my associates in Criminal Justice next June. Then I may move on to being a Paralegal in Administrative Law.”

“That’s a good job to have. Well, let’s get some pizza before bowling.”

‘Pizza was okay, Martin has a nice sense of humor but he’s on the semi-aggressive side when he flirts.’ When they started bowling, it was Martin and Abby vs. Morgan and Kyle at Martin’s suggestion. At the end of the second game, Martin went to hold Abby’s hand but she politely let go. A little into the last game, he did it again.

“Morgan, did the weather report say it was going to rain tomorrow?”

“I think so but not all day.”

“Good. I’ve got some grass to cut and my regular handy man is at college.”

“How about a group picture?” Martin asked.

Martin asked the bartender to take their picture then slipped his arm around Abby’s waist just before the picture was taken. ‘He’s way too forward. I don’t mind flirting but I’ve never responded and he’s not Vince!’

“Anyone want me to tag them,” Martin asked.

“Tag me, pal,” Kyle said.

“Anyone else?”

“I’ll see Kyle’s, Martin.”

“No thanks, Martin,” Abby said.

Martin tagged Kyle then went into Kyle’s friends and found what he was looking for. Two others were tagged after Martin had written his post.

On the way home, a car ran through a red light, broadsiding Kyle’s car.

******

It was about nine-thirty pm when Vince returned to his room, opened a beer and checked his computer. ‘Awe, she sent me a Facebook picture and Allen left a voice mail of high importance. Abby first.’ Vince saw Kyle, Morgan, Abby and some other guy, with his arm around Abby’s waist. The note for the picture read, ‘New, mature boyfriend? We’ll see?’ Vince threw his beer against the wall and started crying. A short time later, his phone rang, again. ‘Allen, calling to see if I’m alright. May as well answer.’

“Yes, Allen? You’ve good timing. We’ll still be friends, right?”

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I was out of my teens and looking for sex. I particularly was taken in by the sexy young brunette Betty living next door with her husband Brad. She was busty and there was a big prickly hedge, which separated our two houses I was determined to watch her near the pool. We have a ladder in our house and one summer morning I brought it near the hedge, which divided our houses and climbed on it and looked at the other side. She was at the pool side and completely nude. I was surprised that she was very hairy and had masses of hair on her pubes and she sure had prickly hedges under her arms. She was lying down and had her arms behind her head displaying her hirsuteness. Jet-black bushy hair grew like the tall hedges I was overlooking in her unshaven pits. She had sunshades on and she was reading a magazine.

I stroked my penis in glee and anticipation and then I noticed a tall muscular man moving towards her. It certainly was not Brad her husband. As soon as he reached her he unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly. He stepped out of his pants and stood with his arms hanging at his sides, staring down at the naked hairy woman lying down in front of him.

I could see that her eyes were riveted on the enormous bulge at the front of his white briefs. He slipped his thumbs under the elastic at each side and start easing them down. She was squirming, rubbing the sides of her hairy legs in nervous anticipation. Finally, he pushed his underwear down to mid thigh. His huge tool flopped free and seemed to sway slowly from side to side; His cock was just semi hard but rising as he looked down at the naked woman’s unshaven pits and 40 C breasts.

I had never seen such a huge cock and it was at least twice the size of my prick and I wondered how he would get that log into Betty. She moved over to sit on the edge of the cushion. With both hands she grabbed casino siteleri his hardening shaft and played with the skin around the tip. She slid back his thick foreskin. The wide head of his cock glistened with fluid in the bright sun. She looked up his towering frame and ran her tongue in broad circles around his cockhead. She was taking more and more of his cock in her mouth. Her lips were stretched. She jacked on his hardening shaft with both hands. His cock kept getting thicker and more rigid. She pulled back, still licking, when the big tip of his cock could no longer fit in her mouth. I was enjoying watching this hirsute horny neighbor blowing the massive cock and I was uncomfortable on top of the ladder with my bursting young cock crying to break free.

I looked around and saw no one and I unzipped and freed my throbbing member. In the meanwhile he reached down with both hands. He caught her under her arms amidst the dark jungle in her hairy armpits and pulled her to her feet. She shifted her hands to keep stroking his long massive shaft. As she stood straight he lifted her up off the ground. She squealed and reluctantly let his giant shaft slip from her fingers. He pulled her close, his cock slipping between her thighs. She braced herself with her hands against his chest. Then he lowered her until she had the length of his cock pressed against the outer lips of her bushy pussy.

His hands were all over her big tits and then into her hairy armpit jungle. She humped on the dick trapped by her thighs. Her moans got louder as she did her best to lubricate his hefty pole with her pussy juice. She grabbed the root of his cock with one hand and let her head fall back. Her long brunette hair fell in gentle waves that shook when she slid into him.

It looked like he was almost lifting her with his hard on. She got on her hands and slot oyna knees and looked back at her ready lover. He looked down at her naked hairy ass and lined up the huge tip of his cock with her waiting hole. He jerked his shaft a few times to zero in on his target. Then he started to ease his thick cock into her wet hairy pussy. Betty raised her head and pushed back against the pole spreading her open. When he had buried the first few inches in her cunt, he started stroking slowly. Every push went in just a little bit farther. He pounded harder and faster. His hands gripped her hips as he looked down to where his pole disappeared between the tender cheeks of her ass. His cock still moving deeper and deeper with every stroke.

I was masturbating looking at the intense scene before me. When he bent and licked her hairy armpits I found that to be very erotic. I had not seen a woman having so much fur in her armpits before and it was a turn on. He licked the masses of hair in her bushy armpits as I continued beating my meat with one hand and holding on to the ladder with the other. The sight of Betty getting her hairy pussy reamed by that big stranger was too erotic that I stroked myself, knowing I could shoot a huge load any second.

His cock was buried all the way into her cunt. His heavy balls slapped against her tender hairy ass with every full thrust he made. I squeezed my cock and blasted the first shot of my load against the prickly hedges even as the stranger had his mouth on the prickly hedges under Betty’s bushy armpits. The second spurt was just as powerful. I closed my eyes and still saw the image of her hirsute body impaled on that huge shaft.

Betty moaned and rose up on her arms. The stranger started cumming. Her legs moved closer together as if she was trying to capture every drop. The big man shook with his effort. Sweat canlı casino siteleri dripped down on the naked ass in his hands. And his huge cock kept pumping wad after wad of cream deep in her cunt. He stood back. His long wet cock hung down, still twitching. Drops of cum hung at his exposed cockhead. She lay down on her side. She brought her legs up and hugged them with her arms. Her bare ass was at the edge of the lounge. The big man turned and walked over to the deep end of the pool. He jumped in, feet first and bobbed back to the surface.

I was still hard. I tucked my cock down into my underwear as best I could. I climbed down the ladder and thought what I could do next. Though I had come my erection had not subsided. I thought if she liked cock why not offer mine. I went over and entered her house and strode towards the pool and I found Betty still on the lounge chair, lying on her side with her knees drawn up. She didn’t show any sign that she was aware of me standing just a few feet away

She opened her eyes and looked up at me. Then she looked at my hard cock straining out in front of me inside my trousers. Without changing expression she asked, “How long have you been standing here young man?”

I answered without thinking, “Long enough to see your bushy armpits and your getting thoroughly fucked by the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.”

“And you want to fuck me too”

I reached out and put my hand on her busty bosoms and into the rich hair in her luxuriant armpits. She looked at my hard cock, “I can suck you off you know.”
She took my virgin shaft in her hands and opened her mouth. My throbbing cock jerked insanely and I was ready to burst. Seeing her bushy armpits close up drove me crazy and I was ready to blow my wad as she put my entire member into her wet mouth. Sucking me was easy after the huge horsemeat she had blown and I came in torrents. She cleaned my cock with her tongue and swallowed every drop. When my cock was clean, she sucked me into her mouth.

My first blowjob by this hirsute woman with “PRICKLY HEDGES” was terrific.

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Chapter 1

It seemed like the thousandth time that I’d taken that trip to San Jose, but this time it was different. I was going for good this time.

After years of talking to people out there, it seemed that just moving out was the smart thing for my career. It’d certainly make a difference in my wallet.

My flight had been canceled the night before, so I was on an early flight to San Francisco out of Atlanta. I’d been shoehorned into the center of the second to last row. I’m not claustrophobic, but I was feeling the cattle car experience first­hand. I was looking forward to a little shut eye through it all.

I’d spent the last two days in a hotel, since all my stuff had been packed and shipped on ahead. I was exhausted. The job search, interview trips, eventual packing, and now travel troubles had left me almost entirely without energy.

The plane was pretty full, and I’d hoped that the seat next to me would stay empty, but it wasn’t to be. A young woman, perhaps twenty­four, slender, and with straight shoulder­length dirty­blond hair came down the aisle to the back of the plane, looking at what I figured must be her seat: the one next to me.

She was cute, something I’d be willing to watch for a little while. She was wearing fairly tight jeans and a short white blouse that was not really meant to hide much. She was wearing a gray jogging bra that was filled well. The fabric of her bra was pushed out into well rounded shaped by her breasts. She filled her space nicely.

“Good morning,” I said matter­-of-­faculty.

“Hi,” she said as she was struggling with the belt. Nothing else was said. I fell asleep as soon as we were airborne. I felt a nudge, which woke me out of a much needed rest. “Do you want breakfast,” she asked. “Umm, sure, ya,” I mustered.

“Are you the other vegetarian meal,” the flight attended asked.

“No… heck no!” I said. “I’ll take anything with meat in it, thanks.” She handed me a tray of scrambled eggs and sausage.

“I wonder why she asked that,” I mused to myself.

“Because you’re sitting next to me, and I ordered vegetarian,” the young lady volunteered. “You should try it sometime, it’s more healthy than that stuff you’re eating.”

“What made you decide to go vegetarian, a bad steak or something?”

“Hah. No. A few years ago, I moved in with some vegetarian friends in Santa Cruz, and, well, that was that,” she explained. “I’ve never gone back.”

“Ah, Santa Cruz, that mecca of alternative lifestyle,” I prodded. I was in a feisty mood. Everything was moving me in that direction that day.

“Yup, and I suppose that you’d consider me the poster child. I live in sort of a apartment house with two other women, which I suppose you’d consider a commune.”

“No kidding. Two roommates. That must cramp the old lifestyle.” I prodded some more.

“Well, actually, it is my lifestyle. We’re actually all sort of living together.” I got the picture, but didn’t know what to say.

“Umm, wow, well, I didn’t mean to pry!” I backed off. Fast.

“Actually, you didn’t, but we all love our lifestyles, and aren’t ashamed of it. People like us should be more open with it.”

“Ya, well, there ya go.”

“You’re now a captive audience. I just spent a week on the conservative east coast, you know.”

“Uh huh. Don’t you ever want kids? Doesn’t it seem that you’re giving up a lot?”

“Well, ya, sort of. A few of us have been talking about planning for the future in that way.” I was curious to hear what was coming next. “We’ve looked into artificial insemination, and may go that way if we can come up with enough money to do it right.”

“Hmm.” I stopped the conversation for a while. I felt as though I was invading someone’s space in a big way. A few minutes passed.

“So, you strike me as the conservative east coast type,” she observed.

“Me, east coast, ya, not quite conservative. You’ll never see me in a tie.”

“It’s just the talk about kids and all…”

“Well, you do want kids, right? So what’s conservative about that?”

“Nothing I suppose. It came off as a little judgmental, that’s all.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. We went from talking about your being a vegetarian to your sex life pretty quickly.” This time she let the conversation idle for a few minutes.

“You know, there are cheaper ways to do it,” I blurted out.

“Do what?”

“Conceive ­­ have kids, I mean.”

“Oh, you mean the conservative, traditional way, right? I’ve heard of that,” she said sarcastically. “You know, I’m not entirely gay, I still see things in guys that I like.

“You just need the right guy, you know, who’s willing to do the up­front work.” I was stammering a little. This was an odd conversation. A few minutes passed, as we both looked at magazines.

“What do you think of this suit,” she asked, showing me a tan­through swimsuit being modeled by a woman who seemed to have no brain whatsoever.

“I like it,” I said. It was a full body suit that had high lines at the casino oyna thighs and a low cut at the breasts. “It accentuates all the right things.” I went out on a limb, “I think it’d look pretty good on you.”

She blushed, “Oh you do, do you?” “So, um, would you happen to know any of those guys who could help me out with my, shall we say, proposed project?”

“You mean get you pregnant?” “Well, ya,” she said, as if to say “duh!”

“Well, I, uh, I’d be inclined to give it a try. I’m moving out there you know.”

“Really?”

“Ya, I’d have a few conditions though,” I said. I was beginning to regain some composure.

“Well,that’s sort of the problem, I don’t want any conditions.” She turned away a little.

“It’s pretty simple, really. I’d want time with you while you were pregnant, you know, intimate time.”

“That’s all?”

“Ya, that’s pretty much it. I’ve always wanted to make love to a pregnant woman, and well, that’d be my price. We’d both get something from the deal.”

Chapter 2

I got into the center of Santa Cruz, and after taking a few wrong turns, finally found my way to her place. It was a surprisingly nice building. When someone says “apartment building” to me, I think dreary, but this was nice. It was almost an east coast Victorian. She was on the porch waving to me.

“Glad you found the place!” she said. Let me introduce you to my girlfriends, Deidre and Cassandra.

“Very glad to meet you,” I politely said.

They were clearly sizing me up, and I was sizing them up, wondering why such good looking women would want to be a lesbian. I had a lot to learn. “He’s the one who’s going to make us a family.” They all sized me up a little more. We went in the front door.

“Gees, who’d you tell?”

“Just my girlfriends. They’re all curious how this is all going to work out, you know, how you deal with this and all.”

“How I deal with it?”

“Ya, pretty much.” She took me by the hand and led me to her room upstairs. The place looked a little like a sorority house, lots of common areas, with bedrooms here and there.

Her room was a weird cross between a teenage boy’s room and a twenty­something woman’s room. A poster of Xena was on the wall, a make­up table was against another wall. Two large open windows faced the bay, letting the early afternoon sun and sea breeze in.

She was all business. She undressed me, and then undressed herself. She grabbed my cock, rubbing it back and forth as it grew to full potential. “This’ll do the trick,” she said. She pushed me onto the bed, and mounted me like a lion would pounce a gazelle. “I’m ovulating you know, so let’s make it happen!”

Her boobs were fantastic, freed from her bra. She wasn’t quite as slender as I’d imagined, but nicely shaped just the same. “OK, boy, now gimme all you got, fill me with your manhood!” She moaned as I pumped what felt like a cup into her.

We did it as many times as I could. I was beat. “You want something to drink, sperm­boy? We have to keep you healthy and making more of that baby juice.”

“Sure, a beer would be great.” She didn’t bother dressing as she went to the kitchen. She returned with not one, but two Buds, both for me.

I went back two more times that week to give her a top­ up, both times she was quite thankful. I’d squirted into her more times in those few days than I’d ever done to any one woman. I could feel that my volume was increasing each time.

Chapter 3

Several weeks passed, and I was curious what was happening. Just as I was about to call, she called me.

“You’re a wonder­man,” she said. I went cold in disbelief of what I was expecting her to say. “You juiced me so well that we did it in the first month! I’m preggo, with child, carrying, got a bun in the oven, woohoo! The girls are so jealous!”

“Wow, that’s great, always thought I had it in me!

“And you know, I did really enjoy our little project a few weeks back, and I’m sort of looking forward to your fulfilling your ‘condition’.”

“And I’m really going to enjoy your ‘condition’ too!” We both laughed.

“Would you mind if I came down to see you?”

“No, that’d be fine. You can spend the night, it’s long drive.”

I was in the car in under ten minutes, and at her door an hour later.

Chapter 4

I went into the living room where she was standing there, topless, holding her boobs in front of Deidre and Cassandra. “They’re bigger, don’t you think?”

“Oh, ya,” said Deidre.

“I don’t know, they do seem a little bigger,” said Cassandra, with what sounded to me like jealous skepticism.

“They feel bigger,” said Sam.

“And heavier,” said Cassandra, after she came up and felt both boobs.

“Ya, that’s a good way to describe it. Definitely heavier.” said Sam. “I’ll bet that your nipples are darker too,” I said, coming into the conversation. “May I?”

“Sure,” Samantha said, as her friends backed away a little, and she lifted her arms. I reached from behind her and cupped my hands slot oyna onto her boobs, lifting gently to feel the weight. She turned toward me and said “My man”, again weighing her boobs in her hand. “Look what you’ve done to me!”

“Do you think that there’s milk in them?” asked Deidre. “I don’t hink that happens until after birth,” I said.

“So how long before you get a belly, Sam,” asked Cassandra.

“I don’t know, maybe a couple of months?” She looked to me as though I’d know.

“Ya, probably something like that. Maybe less.” All of a sudden I was the expert. I didn’t have a clue, but it was going to be fun to watch. “I brought a camera, I’d like to get some pics to remember this by.”

“That’s fine, as long as I get prints too.”

“Us too,” said Deidre, looking at Cassandra.

We all went upstairs. Samantha started posing even before I was ready for her. I think that she was posing for her girlfriends as much as for the camera. We took all kinds of shots. She gave us profile shots, frontal shots, and all shots in between. My favorite was when she gave us a profile shot of her on her hands and knees. Her breasts, while nice and firm, drooped like honey drops. I could only imagine her belly doing the same in a few weeks!

Later that night, I made love to her, and felt a difference in how she felt wrapped around my cock, somehow she felt warmer and softer. I had heard how this can happen, but was amazed at the difference that it made!

Chapter 5

A few weeks passed, and I wanted another look and feel. When I got there, Samantha was still at work. Deidre was on the porch, and said “So, you seem to have done a fine job with Sam.”

I thought that she was pissed. “I did what she wanted.” “So you did. She’s rounding out quite nicely. I’m impressed. I don’t suppose that you handle more than one client at a time, do you?” She handed me a beer.

I hadn’t expected that. It’s not like this was a business. “Well, I suppose, as long as you don’t think that Sam would mind.”

“Nah, we talked about it, she was impressed with your work too, and recommended you highly.” I laughed nervously. What the hell was I getting into?

Again, I was taken by the hand upstairs, this time into Deidre’s room. She put on some music, and lit up a joint. “I won’t be able to do this anymore, so here goes one more time.” Out of character for me, I joined her in the smoke. I started undressing her, and she me. Her boobs were pretty average, but she was as skinny as a rail. I figured that if she did get pregnant from this, she’d look like a snake having swallowed a duck.

“Are you ovulating?” I sounded like a doctor. I suppose that in a way, I was!

“I think so. I’m really glad you’re here in prime time. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, just didn’t have the ‘contacts’ you might say. Sam’s boobs have gotten huge. I’ve always wanted huge boobs. Her tummy’s beginning to round out nicely. I’ve always wanted to be something more than a stick. Besides, being a mom should suit me, don’t you think?”

“I guess, I stammered. “Well, let’s see what we can do about rounding you out a little. As I recall, this is the right procedure…” I got on top of her, as she grasped my sides to pull me into position.

“I hope that you brought a lot of that baby potion with you,” she said as she worked with me to get every drop out. We collapsed on the bed. Actually, I collapsed, she just laid down next to me. We fell asleep pretty quickly.

A light knock at the door woke us up a few minutes later. “Knock, knock! I see that you took my recommendation, Deidre, a fine choice.” Samantha sat on the bed beside Deidre as they both looked at me. “I’m glad to see that you’re helping out my friends too!”

Samantha removed her jacket, blouse and bra. She had a different bra this time, it seemed bigger. When the bra was away, it was clear why, her boobs were much bigger, and her nipples were much darker. Deidre said, “I can’t wait until mine are round and full like this,” as she suckled up to Samantha’s left boob.

“Neither can I,” I said. I felt Samantha’s right boob, remembering its old size with my head while my hand measured up the new size. It was quite a lot bigger and fuller than I recalled.

I removed her boots, and then went to remove her jeans.

She stroked my dick, “Here’s our man.” Her jeans were elastic waist jeans. I put my hands on the jeans to feel the shape of her belly. It was definitely rounding out and firm. I untied the tie and pulled them down over her belly, which was indeed much more substantial that I had imagined. I removed her panties, and rubbed her belly round and round.

“I don’t want you making love to her right now. If you want to do that, you come squirt your juice this way. Besides, she doesn’t need it! You gave her enough to last nine months! Look how big she’s getting!” We all laughed, but I was really into making love to Samantha, since she was far sexier with her enhanced breasts and rounding belly. Samantha released my dick as Deidre pulled canlı casino siteleri me back to her side of the bed and directed me to top her off. I pushed my dick into her slick opening, and gave her another dose.

Samantha got up from the bed as we finished. I watched while Deidre was getting her underwear on. Samantha’s pregnancy was clear to see. Just beneath her belly button a small round protrusion showed. It was especially prominent when she leaned back a little, which she did because her back was a little sort. “How many weeks are you now?” I asked.

“Ten, I think.” She put her hands onto her slightly rounded belly. I went over to her from behind, and put mine on too. “I can’t believe that I’m growing a new little one in here. It’s always been a dream of mine.”

“Mine too,” said Deidre, as she put her arms around Samantha, rubbing her belly from behind. “Mmmmm,” she said, as she moved her hands up to Samantha’s large breasts. Samantha tilted her head back, enjoying the sensation.

I went to get my camera.

Chapter 6

I knocked on the door of the house early on Saturday morning. The smell of bacon and eggs wafted from the house. Deidre had called me a couple of weeks earlier to tell me that once again, my powerful semen had impregnated someone on the first try! When she opened the door, she was wearing pajama shorts that were a little low on her abdomen, and a short top that stopped just beneath her boobs, which had grown from their earlier small size into nicely rounded breasts.

“Hey Daddy, how’s it going?”

I’d never been called Daddy before. That was a bit of a head drain! “Great, how’s my little one?” She let me in and closed the door behind me.

“Fine, getting bigger every day.” She picked up her shirt to show her small belly. Her thin body let the belly show earlier than it might otherwise. A small bulge below her bellybutton gave away the secret. “Seven weeks now, a sixth of the way there. I hope that I get frickin’ huge. If I’ve got to get big anyway, it might as well be over the top!”

“Me too, the bigger the better, I figure. I brought my camera, I was hoping that we could get some shots of you and Samantha together.”

“Sure, but I think that Samantha’s going down to the beach this morning.” As soon as her name was mentioned, Samantha came down the stairs, clearly ready for the beach, and clearly pregnant.

“Hi there.” As she reached the bottom of the stairs, her belly came into full view. There she was, with a full round fifteen week belly pushing her bikini bottom down and a little out of place. She wagged her belly side to side to show it off. I went over. Clearly, she wasn’t the kind of woman to hide her pregnancy ­­ as a matter of fact, she was a little on the exhibitionist side. I wondered how many guys at the beach would be watching her closely. I sure would be.

“Hi. Well, you’ve certainly rounded out since I saw you last.”

“Ya, the girls love it. As a matter of fact, Cassandra wanted to chat with you a while.” She was cradling her belly with her hands.

“You’re kidding, another?”

“Sure, lesbians want kids too, and this is a good arrangement.”

“OK, but I’m not going to leave here without having some time with you.”

“You’re a brat, did you know that?” she said as she pulled me up the stairs.

I hadn’t expected that. She must sort of like this.

We went into her room. I came up behind her and put my hands on her belly. I moved my right hand down to her bikini bottom and pulled it down. She turned to unzip me and take off my jeans. As she did, she grabbed my dick and said, “look what this bad boy’s done to me!” I took off her bikini top, letting her full breasts free. The threw me onto the bed, and was on top of me in a second. “Let’s do this,” she said as she aimed herself at my dick, and slowly pushed us together. As we made love, I caressed her belly and boobs, not knowing which I should spend more time with. She leaned into me, and I sucked her right breast. “There’s nothing there yet, you naughty boy, but just you wait a couple of months” She wouldn’t let me cum more than once. “That’s enough, you want enough for Cassandra, don’t you?”

“I guess so, as I got up.” There was a light knock on the door, as Deidre came in.

“Well, we didn’t waste any time did we? Did you save any for me?”

“Well, I guess so,” I said as I sat back down on the bed. “Do you mind?” Deidre asked of Samantha.

“No, that’s fine, I’m heading off to tan my big round belly!”

Having sex with Deidre wasn’t as fun as Samantha, since her boobs and belly were smaller, but what she lacked in size, made up for in energy.

We went downstairs afterward. As we came into the living room, Cassandra was coming in the door with a boogie board and wearing a wetsuit. Her short blond hair was still wet and wild from the surf and from the short ride from the beach in her jeep. “Hey,” she said as she put the boogie board in the corner and threw her keys onto the coffee table. “I’d wanted to talk to you about your ‘business'”.

“It’s not a business,” I countered, “it’s a hobby.”

“I see,” she said, unimpressed with the distinction. “When can we start?”

“Umm, today, I guess. How do you feel about,” I had to think, “a May baby?”

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