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It all started on a wet and rainy night. I was standing on my balcony with my back arching on the railing, so I could feel every raindrop fall onto my face and body. I was wearing nothing except a sheer white night shirt.

You walk into my apartment and notice there are no lights on, only candles lit to create a very dim, romantic ambience. You walk in a little further and notice me on the balcony. At the very sight you start to feel him getting hard. You decide you like what you see and start to come towards me. On the way you see a few neighbors looking out their window, you get a little cocky smile and decide you will show everybody a thing or two.

You unbutton your shirt to your navel, grab some ties and join me on the balcony. I notice you standing there and grab your hair on the back of your neck and pull you to me for a long hard wet kiss. (The one I have been waiting for all day.) You respond with a little groan casino siteleri of satisfaction.

While my arms are entangled around your neck, your hands start to unbutton my sheer soaked nightshirt. You push it open to let your big strong hands cup each aching breast and squeeze ever so gently. I break free my arms from around your neck and grab the railing and arch my back with a low moan of pleasure and the sheer shirt falls to the floor.

I am now the way you want me. You grab the ties from your back pocket and tie each hand to the railing. You look over my shoulder to make sure the neighbors are still watching, you give a grin of satisfaction when you see their faces. I ask you what you are doing and you reply that you are going to teach me not to be naughty in public. You then tie my feet to the bottom railing.

I ask again what you intend to do to me. Your response was putting on a blindfold. I am now getting excited slot oyna and I can feel myself getting wet with anticipation. You are now taking off your shirt all the way and unbuttoning your pants to give him more room to grow. You get on your knees and start licking my inner legs with gentle nips and bites. I try to close my legs but cant, I try to move, but can’t. You are taking great pleasure in watching me squirm. Next you come close to her where I can feel your breath, I beg you to kiss and lick her, but you say no, because I have been bad. Your fingers ever so lightly brush her outer lips; she is now pouting waiting to be touched.

You pat her saying she has to wait her turn. Him is now begging to come out and play. You drop your pants and stand on a near by chair. You put him close to my mouth. I gently stick out my tongue and meet him. I try to take him all in, but you pull back just enough so my tongue has to come out of my mouth canlı casino siteleri to touch him. I flick my tongue hungrily over him until you can’t stand it and you plunge him into my mouth.

I take all of him in and suck back and forth. I am trying to get you to cum in my mouth, but you pull him out right before he lets go. You get off the chair and start to nibble my neck with your hands massaging my upper torso. I whimper with anticipated joy. Your hands move down to where she is aching for attention. You put two fingers in and she tightens around them to keep them inside. You like the feel and you pull them out. Just when I think you are not going to let me release my pent up frustration, you slam him deep inside me.

My body quivers with such pleasure I let out a guttural cry begging for more. You are now looking over my shoulder to see who is watching. You notice there are more people than before and with satisfaction you pump harder and harder until we both cum at the same time. Our bodies spent, you untie me and we lie on the balcony floor being washed by the still oncoming rain. When we regain our strength, I return the favor.

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I was to be leaving for overseas for quite some time and have a few mates I chat to online who are way into speedos like I am. I have over ninety different pairs and love wearing them everyday for swimming and as underwear. I have always been into them after having been in surf club as a junior, played rugby league and wore speedos and footy shorts as much as I could. I have heaps of different brands and colours.

One of my online chat buddies wanted to meet up before I left. We had met online over a year ago and he would put on some hot cam shows for me in his different speedos and we would also have skype sex in our speedos. We swapped cummed speedos back and forth. It was hot wearing someone else’s stained speedos, blowing in them and sending them back. As I lived some distance from him, we had never been able to meet. This was pretty horny though as we would have hot skype cyber sex coming up with different situations to play out if we did ever get together.

I was going to be in his town before I was leaving for my overseas trip so we organized that I would come over to his place. However, I gave strict instructions on how this was to happen. He gave me the address and I asked him to wear his red eyeline speedos which look hot on him. He has a hot 7.5 inch cut cock and when it bulges, it looks awesome stretching the speedos out. I told him that I wanted him lying on the lounge with other speedos spread out all around him and over him with his Roosters league speedos (that is an Australian NRL team) over his face. We got so horny talking about this online that we had to jack off in our speedos which I kept especially for our meeting but didn’t tell him.

Next day, I sent him a text as I got to his building so he would bahis firmaları let me into his building and then went up to his floor. We had organized that he would leave the front door ajar so I could slip in. I had a few different speedos with me and was wearing purple loose AussieBums under white Dragons (another NRL team) footy shorts, nike runners and blue bike lycra top. I was feeling so horny as I got to his front door and found it was ajar. I went in quietly as I did not want him to know for sure if I was in the apartment. The place was dim lit and I wandered up the hallway and got to the lounge room and sure enough there was my hot mate lying on the lounge in his red Eyeline speedos already sporting a boner. He had like 30 speedos all around and on the floor and over his face so he couldn’t see me. We had decided not to say anything to each other but he didn’t know I had some surprises in store for him. My mate is mid 20s and plays a lot of sports and so his body is well toned.

I moved over to the lounge and was already hard myself looking at this hot dude in his red speedos. He must have guessed I was there as he started to play with himself through his speedos. Looking at the bulge, his cock was way fatter than the times I had seen it on cam and I so wanted to suck on it but had to take my time. Lighty with my fingers, I touched his cock ever so lightly through the red speedos and he moved his hips up in response. His drawstring was out side and dangling over his cock. I pressed harder with my fingers add then rubbed his chest which had about five different speedos on it; Aussiebums, Speedo, Nike, Addidas and it felt so good rubbing his nipples thru the lycra. His cock was straining so bad to get out and as I was standing there kaçak iddaa feeling his cock through his speedos. His hand came up and started to feel mine thru my footy shorts. He rubbed me through my shorts and then I guided his hand to wander up under the leg of my shorts to feel my speedos. It felt good and I was so horny, my cock was at full mast and my balls were tingling at his touch. It was just as hot as I had hoped it would be. But I had a little surprise for him. I moved away from him and told him to stay still… I pulled the cummed speedos out of my bag and some rope.

I lifted his hands over his head and tied his wrists together and linked the end of the rope around the base of the couch so that he could not get free. I took the cummed speedos and shoved them in his mouth and wrapped another pair of speedos over his head and tied the drawstring round his neck. I knew my mate was getting hornier at all this. I then moved down to suck his cock thru his red speedos. It tasted so awesome through the lycra and it nearly made me explode just tasting his cock for the first time. I licked up and down his shaft and down to his balls which moved round with my tongue. This was speedo play at its best. I pushed my hand under his butt as I knew he liked his hole being played with through his speedos and he started moaning.

I knew that he could taste the cum on my speedos that were stuffed in his mouth and me sucking his cock thru his speedos was turning him on big time. I undid the drawstring and his cock popped out of his red speedos and I tasted his big piece of meat, I was circling his cock head with my tongue and feeling his butt through his speedos. I opened my mouth and took his cock all the way loving every taste of it and started kaçak bahis sucking. It was hot to have this dude tied up and sucking his cock. I couldn’t get enough of it and could feel the pressure building up in him and knew he was not far off from blowing. I wanted to make him wait so I stopped sucking to tease him and not let him blow. I did this a few times getting him to near climax and then stopping. My cock was so rock hard and I had my hand in my speedos jacking as I was sucking him off.

But I wanted to be fucked by him so pulled his speedos down to his balls and slid mine across, put a rubber on his cock and lubed him up. He could not see what was going on but could definitely feel it. I wanted that hot cock inside me. I changed into an older pair of speedos that had a hole in the butt and got on top of him as he was lying on the lounge and lowered myself onto his cock. It felt so good I was feeling his cock go inside of me and looking at him speedo gagged and bound. I just pushed down on his hot cock and it slid further and further into me and I could feel my speedos on his cock. He started moving his hips up and down started pumping his cock in my ass and I worked with his rhythm. I was jacking my cock in my speedos at the same time. We went on like for about 10 minutes and then I could feel us both going to explode. I got off his cock, took the rubber off and continued to jack his cock grabbing a pair of my speedos for him to blow in. When he came he so jerked up and his cum flew. I was horny at this and standing over him I jacked my cock off out the side of my speedos and came over his face.

I wiped myself up with a pair of his speedos, which I left on his chest, and then untied his wrists from the lounge but left them loosely tied so he could get out of them when he wanted and left my cummed pair of speedos in his mouth and left.

Was one of the hottest nights I have had and played out a fantasy of mine at last.

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Janie’s car was running on empty. Exhausted and miffed, she pulled into the gas station, hoping they hadn’t locked the doors and abandoned the front in spite of being open for 24 hours.

She never knew what they did in the back at that hour, but figured they just slept on the job. At 2 a.m., she could understand why the doors would be locked, but not why no one was home.

There was a gas station right next to that one…she COULD just go there….She rolled her eyes. She hated going there. The clerks always tried to flirt with her when she just wanted to get her shit and go.

She pulled into her preferred station and quickly got out of the car and strutted quickly to the door. Of course. No one there.

Janie knocked, turning to see if anyone was coming up behind her, but the suburban streets were sleeping, which was just what she wanted to be doing after a drama-filled girls night she hadn’t been able to escape.

She sighed loudly and muttered, “Come the fuck on,” and knocked again. Another minute went by. “I know you’re fucking there, come on…” she whined to herself.

Meanwhile, in the back room, Michelle watched the camera feed from outside the store and mused at how perfect Janie’s timing was – because Michelle was laying on the floor playing with her dildo. Janie was a regular, and each time she came she made Michelle hot. Janie had a curvy body, thick in all the right places, As Janie huffed and puffed outside, turning to look back at her car, Michelle imagined her naked, on her knees, eating her out. Janie turned around and her pretty pale face and big tits were facing the camera again. Michelle decided she would have her, and she fucked herself harder and faster and quickly came hard, all over the rug.

“Shit,” she moaned as she stood up and put her pants back on. She usually liked to lounge after her masturbation sessions, but she had to move fast, before Janie left.

Michelle’s timing was good, too. Just as Janie was getting into her car, she rushed through the mini mart and swiftly swung the door open and called out to her, “Come in, we’re open!”

Janie turned to the door, startled at the sound, and shut her car door and walked back as she saw it was Michelle, who usually worked the day shifts. Janie smiled at her as she walked towards her. “Thank god! I hate going next door!” Michelle smiled and held the door open for Janie as she walked in, pausing for a moment to drink in the body that just made her cum.

“Why do you hate going next door?” asked Michelle.

“Ugh, they hit on me all the time and I feel bad letting them down every single time. I mean, I know they want to get into my pants but I don’t want to be a bitch if I’m going to wind up having to go in there again.”

Michelle smirked. “Well I’m not surprised they hit on you. Look at you.”

Janie blushed and lowered her eyes.

“Quit blushing! You know it’s true.” Michelle’s eyes raked over Janie’s voluptuous body as Janie’s brain scrambled to find something to say. She wanted to pay her back with a compliment, but she was too shy – in spite of her outward appearance.

Michelle gave her a smile again when Janie lifted her eyes. “So what can I get you?”

Janie cleared her throat. “Um…just $45 on pump 2.” Janie went into her purse and dug around for her wallet. Michelle raised her eyebrows as she watched.

“Careful, you might get bitten.”

Janie giggled, “Don’t I know it!” She found her wallet and handed her the cash.

She watched as Michelle rang her up. In spite of the obligatory gas station uniform, Michelle was quite attractive. She had smooth, dark skin, big brown eyes, and a svelte body. She even had an eyebrow piercing, which Janie thought made her even sexier. But she could never…

“Hey, are you there?” Michelle held out her change.

“What? Oh! Sorry, I zoned out. Sorry.” Janie took the $15 change from Michelle’s hand and shoved it into her wallet.

“You must be tired. Long night?”

“Ugh, yes. Too much girl drama. Bullshit.”

“I hear ya. Care to talk about it?”

“Not really….”

Michelle nodded and licked her lips. They held each other’s gaze for a moment and then Janie asked, “Why is no one ever in the front of the store at this time of night? Or why does no one answer the knock on the door?”

Michelle rolled her eyes. “They’re either sleeping or being lazy.”

“But like…it took you a while too. Do you guys not hear it?”

Michelle bit her lip, remembering what she’d been doing when Janie got there.

“…Sometimes we don’t hear it.”

“Should get a bell or something. It’s so annoying.”

“Well we barely get anyone here this time of night.”

“‘Cause no one ever answers the door!”

Michelle laughed and nodded, “Yeah, probably.”

“I casino siteleri mean, there’s no lack of potential business. I see lots of people next door at this time of night. You guys would do better business….”

“Hey, don’t look at me. I answered.”

Janie smirked. “Eventually.”

They shared an awkward silence and then Janie said, “I kinda want some coffee…”

“Go for it.”

Janie turned and walked back to the coffee machines.

“Oh shit!” said Michelle, stopping Janie in her tracks. “I forgot to make it.”

Janie turned and started walking back to the counter, but Michelle stopped her as she hurried around the counter and down the aisle. “I’ll make it now, no problem.”

“No, don’t worry about it. I should go home and go to bed anyway.”

Michelle bit her lip and pretended not to hear her, and started making the coffee.

Janie stood watching her, momentarily contemplative. Michelle turned and asked, “How far do you live from here?”

“About five minutes,” Janie giggled. “But…I kinda just had a craving for coffee.”

Michelle smiled and nodded, not looking at her. “Come over here. It’s brewing.”

Janie slowly walked over to her and leaned against the counter. As her eyes travelled to the floor she noticed Michelle’s long, athletic legs and for a moment imagined herself between them. She felt her pussy get hot at the thought, and her cheeks followed suit.

“Hey, I just realized…you come in here all the time and I don’t even know your name.”

“What?” Janie’s eyes flew up to Michelle’s face. “Oh! It’s Janie.”

“Janie. Cute name.”

“Thanks.”

“I assume you know mine.” Michelle pointed to her name, embroidered just above where her areola would be. Janie’s face flushed hotter as she couldn’t help but look at Michelle’s round, supple breasts.

Janie nervously cleared her throat and sighed. “Maybe I should pump my gas while this is brewing.”

Michelle moved closer to her. “That can wait. It’s almost done.”

“Yeah but the pump’s on…I’ll just go do it now.”

Janie hurried out of the store and to her car. Taking a deep breath she started pumping, gazing at the numbers as they climbed.

When she was done, she slowly walked back inside. Michelle wasn’t there.

“Michelle?” she called out. Janie looked around, checking the aisles. “Michelle?”

Maybe she was in the bathroom? Janie went and knocked on the door, but no answer came. A chill ran up her spine as she opened the door and peered in. No. Not there. She turned and looked down the hall. A light emanated from an open door at the end of it. That’s why they never heard anyone knocking! thought Janie.

She walked down the hall, calling out for Michelle again. When she reached the back office she found her sitting at the desk, a cup of coffee next to her.

“Come in, sweetie. Have a seat. Here’s your coffee. Cream and two sugars, yeah? I’ve seen you make it before.”

Janie stood awkwardly at the door, not knowing what to acknowledge first – that she’d memorized how she made her coffee, or why she had disappeared.

“Wow…thank you…I called out for you but-“

“I heard ya.” Michelle looked her dead in the eye. “I just wanted ya to come find me.” She smiled and rose, then brushed past her, her hand skimming her thigh.

Janie’s skin tingled and she inhaled sharply, and quickly asked, “Where are you going?”

“To lock the door.”

“Oh but I should go-“

“Nah, you can stay a while. Have your coffee,” she smiled and turned the corner before Janie could protest.

Janie bit her lip and sat in the chair on the other side of the desk. She took a sip of her coffee and found that Michelle had in fact made it exactly right.

Michelle returned and closed the door. She smiled at Janie and stood before her.

“How is it?”

“Good, thanks.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah I just…this is weird. I didn’t expect-“

“Hey, I’m good company. Don’t you worry.”

Michelle reached out and brushed Janie’s curls away from her face. “You have really pretty hair.”

“Thanks…”

Michelle grabbed the cup out of her hand and put it on the table, then straddled Janie.

“Wha-“

Michelle shut her up, putting her mouth on hers, parting her lips with her tongue. Janie, though stunned, returned the kiss, and ran her hands up Michelle’s thighs.

Michelle wasted no time and started unbuttoning her shirt.

“Take that shirt off, Janie. I wanna see those nice big titties.”

Janie lifted her shirt off and undid her bra, revealing her big 36 DDs and rock hard nipples. Michelle reached out and cupped them both in her hands and kissed Janie hard.

“Even nicer than I imagined. I been wanting to play with these for a long time.”

Michelle took her slot oyna shirt and bra off and pressed her dark brown 36 Cs to Janie’s creamy DDs, and rubbed her nipples against Janie’s. Janie’s hands roamed all over Michelle’s body, and Michelle took her hands and placed them on her tits.

“You ever been with a woman before?”

“Just once, a long time ago…but it sucked, I was too drunk.”

“You drunk now?”

“No.”

“This wouldn’t even suck if you were. Pinch ’em.”

Janie pinched both of Michelle’s nipples, and Michelle did the same to Janie’s, hard, making her squeal.

“You like it rough?” asked Michelle as she twisted Janie’s pink nipples between her fingers.

“Uh-huh.”

Michelle bent over and took one of Janie’s nipples into her mouth. And licking, nibbling, tugging at both of them with her mouth and hands, Michelle made Janie writhe beneath her as Janie tried to mimic her, pinching and twisting Michelle’s hard nipples between her fingertips.

Michelle reached down between Janie’s thighs, under her miniskirt, and rubbed the outside of her panties with the palm of her hand. Heat emanated from it like a fire, and the panties themselves were slick from Janie’s dripping wet pussy.

“Damn girl! That all for me?” said Michelle.

“Un-huh,” Janie moaned as she closed her mouth around Michelle’s nipple. Michelle let her suck on her tits as she palmed Janie’s sweet pussy, but her mouth watered as she imagined how it must taste.

“I’m gonna eat you out, Janie. I wanna taste that hot pussy.”

Michelle slid two fingers underneath Janie’s panties and felt her sopping slickness. “God! I’m gonna make you cum so hard for me!”

Michelle slid down and yanked Janie’s skirt and panties off in one swift motion.

“Spread those legs wider for me baby,” said Michelle as she licked and kissed Janie’s thighs. Janie opened her legs as wide as she could, putting one foot on the desk and draping the other leg over the arm of the chair. Her smooth, puffy labia parted readily for Michelle, revealing her pink, swollen clitoris.

“Mmm…” groaned Michelle as she looked at it. She slid her index finger down one side, and stopped at Janie’s tight hole. Janie’s juice was pooling there, and Michelle dipped her finger in and tasted her sweet, musky fluid.

“Finger-licking good…”

Michelle drew in closer, and licked at Janie’s dripping hole as she rubbed her clit with her thumb. Janie squirmed and moaned, and Michelle wrapped her arms around her thighs and drew her closer. She sucked on her slick labia and licked her everywhere but her button, driving Janie into a frenzy of need.

“How bad you want it?” asked Michelle as she slid her index finger inside Janie’s twat.

“So bad…please…so bad!” she begged.

Michelle slowly fucked Janie with her index finger, then slid her middle finger inside her, stretching her just a little wider. She grazed her g-spot over and over, gently, as she watched Janie drip with excitement.

“I love this pussy. It gets so fucking wet.”

“It’s wet for you,” moaned Janie.

“Mmm….I know baby.”

Michelle leaned in again and flicked her tongue lightly against Janie’s aching clit. Janie breathed, “God yes!” and Michelle smiled and swirled her tongue around it. But when Janie started grinding herself against her mouth, Michelle pulled away.

“Wha-“

“You need to stay still.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so!” Michelle spanked Janie’s cunt, making her cry out.

“Okay! I promise, I won’t move! Just….please!”

“Good girl. You move again and I stop.”

Before Janie could reply, Michelle dove in again, this time less gentle and more relentless. She sucked Janie’s clit hard, and it took Janie every ounce of energy she had to make herself stay still with her clit between Michelle’s plump lips. Each suckle, each tongue flick, sent waves of electricity through her body. Michelle fucked her harder with her fingers as she ate her, pounding them against her g-spot. Janie erupted, her cum squirting and streaming down Michelle’s chin as Michelle milked her clit with her mouth. Janie’s screams filled the room and she grabbed the arms of the chair to stop herself from moving though her body writhed and shuddered involuntarily as her orgasm swept through her like a hurricane. Michelle’s mouth stayed planted on Janie’s clit, extracting every last droplet from her convulsing cunt.

Michelle pulled away as Janie’s screams turned into whimpers and her body went limp. She gazed at the puddle of cum beneath Janie’s ass in satisfaction. Janie would be hers.

“Michelle,” she moaned, breathless.

“Yes, babydoll?”

“I’ve never cum like that before.”

Michelle smiled up at her, her dark brown eyes locking onto Janie’s shining green ones. “I know. And canlı casino siteleri there’s something I want you to do.”

“What’s that?”

“You made such a mess, and I can’t leave it like that. I want you to clean off that chair. With your mouth.”

Janie’s eyes widened.

“If you don’t, I won’t let you at this pussy.”

Janie didn’t mind doing it – she’d usually taste herself after masturbating anyway – but she hadn’t been expecting the request.

“No, I’ll do it. I want to do it for you.”

Michelle kissed Janie’s pussy softly and said, “Good girl.”

Michelle moved out of the way and stood over Janie as Janie gingerly rose – careful not to spill any – then got to her knees and leaned over the puddle of cum she’d made on the black leather chair. Michelle reached down and held Janie’s long curls back as Janie began slurping up her own juices.

“How’s that taste?”

“Good,” she replied as she swallowed.

“I know it does, baby. That’s it, drink it up….I should get you a straw. But I like how you work that tongue. Clean up every last drop.”

“Mhmm…”

“And baby – it’s ‘Yes, Ma’am’ from now on.”

“Yes Ma’am,” she dutifully responded.

“Hm.”

Janie finished lapping up all her cum and Michelle pulled her hair harder and twisted it, making Janie turn on her knees and look up at her.

“Do you wanna taste this pussy?” she said, rubbing the outside of her black pants.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“You ever eat pussy before?”

“No…”

“I thought you said you were with a girl once?”

“Yeah, but she only ate my pussy.”

“Ohh, so you’re a little pillow princess. Well, I’m gonna make you work.”

“I’d like that,” Janie smiled.

“I know you will. Now pull my pants down.”

Janie did as she was told, and found that Michelle wasn’t wearing any underwear. A string of juice dripped down as Janie pulled her pants off and Michelle stepped out of them. Janie licked her lips hungrily as she gazed at the thick, juicy, chocolate pussy before her, and leaned in. But Michelle stopped her.

“Uh-uh-uh. What do you say?”

“Please?”

“Please what?”

“Please may I eat your pussy…Ma’am?”

Michelle smiled. “Yes, babygirl, you may.”

Janie had never eaten pussy before, but she often imagined doing so. She inhaled Michelle’s musk as she parted the lips with her fingers, and started licking at her clit.

“Mmm….you can lick harder, don’t be shy.”

Janie pressed her tongue harder against it and Michelle groaned and thrust her hips forward, planting her whole cunt on Janie’s face. Janie suckled at her clit and relished her taste, and dipped her tongue into Michelle’s hole for more.

“Mmm baby I think you been wanting this for a long time, am I right?”

“Mhmm,” Janie moaned into her pussy.

Michelle held Janie’s head in place, and started sliding herself against Janie’s tongue.

“Stick your fingers inside me, Janie.”

Janie carefully slid her index and middle fingers inside her dripping slit, and gently pumped them in and out. Juice dripped onto her hand, and trickled down her wrist.

“Suck that clit baby. Pump harder.”

Janie wrapped her lips around Michelle’s clit and darted her tongue at it as she thrust her fingers in harder. The more Michelle moaned, the harder Janie sucked and finger fucked.

“Oh god baby, I’m gonna cum in your mouth! You ready?”

“Mmhmm!” Janie replied excitedly with a mouth full of pussy.

“Ungh…God!”

Michelle shuddered and bucked violently as thick, creamy streams of cum pulsed into Janie’s hand and onto her tongue. Janie withdrew her fingers completely, rubbed Michelle’s clit, and devoured the delicious cum that seeped out of her hole.

“That’s it baby, eat it!”

Janie fluttered her tongue inside her hole as the orgasmic contractions continued. Michelle pulled her hair even tighter as she finished and the last of her cum oozed out of her. Janie had thoroughly cleaned her out.

“Damn baby,” she said breathlessly. She looked down and saw Janie licking the cum that had spilled onto her hand, and smiled. “You are a very good girl.”

Janie looked up at her and smiled back, feeling a surge of warmth and butterflies course through her gut. “Thank you, Ma’am.”

Michelle pulled her up and pressed her naked body against her and kissed her deeply, their tastes mingling together.

“You gonna come by tomorrow night? I’m working again. I’d love the company.”

Without a thought Janie responded, “Yes.”

“Mmm, good. I’ll be looking forward to it.”

“Me too.”

“Now go home and get some rest. I’ll be working that body even harder tomorrow.”

Janie gave her a questioning look, but Michelle just smiled, shook her head at her, and bent down for her clothes. Janie pouted but followed suit and got dressed, and, after a series of teasing touches and deep kisses, she departed thinking of all the things that could possibly be in store for her tomorrow.

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Note: These Birthday Pleasures pieces are excerpts from a novel and not really chapters in an ongoing story. The two characters in each piece are the father, Cicero, and the daughter, Nella.

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Nella’s Eighteenth Birthday: October 12 2343

I woke to the feel of something velvety soft tickling my nose, and breathed in the lovely aroma of a rose. I opened my eyes to see father smiling down at me.

“Happy birthday, sweetie,” he said, holding up a perfect pink rosebud. “You’re eighteen and an adult today, and I have some wonderful plans for you… beginning with this.”

He caressed my face with the rosebud, then slowly moved it along my neck and down to my breasts. He drew the soft petals over my nipples, and the delicate touch made me shiver. Father fastened his lips over one nipple, and moaned as it hardened in his mouth. After a while, he turned his attention to the other nipple, and I groaned as he sucked until it firmed in his mouth. A pleasant tingle formed deep in my belly as father flicked the rosebud against my tender nipples. I felt wetness ooze between my legs.

Father stroked the rosebud down my middle, along my legs, around my feet, and upward along the inner leg, until it touched the outer labia of my damp pussy. He caressed my labia with the rosebud, and they opened under its velvet touch. As he drew the flower along my slit, my toes curled upward. The tingle in my belly seemed ready to explode through my body. Father parted my labia, laying bare my hidden places, and gently touched the rosebud on my own pink bud. He stroked, flicked, caressed, feathered, and danced the flower over my clit, until I cried out as the tingling ball exploded into shards of pleasure, and my orgasm flowed over me like a tsunami.

Flushed with the rosy glow and the heat of sex, I took the rosebud from father. He sat back against the pillows at the head of the bed. I kissed him, letting my tongue taste the special flavor of him, and slid the rosebud down his body. I moved the bud up to my lips, kissed it and touched it feather light to father’s glistening glans. He moaned ever so softly. I stroked the soft petals down along his hard shaft, over and around his balls, and up to the bulbous head. I stroked his hard shaft with my hand and the rosebud until he came with a loud grunt and his cum spewed out over the flower. He smiled at me as I wiped the rosebud clean on my inner labia.

“Stay here,” he said. “I have another surprise for you.” He lightly touched his lips to mine, and ran into my dressing room. After a while, I heard water running and father singing an aria from one of his favorite operas. I loved to listen to him sing for he had a beautiful voice. His voice fell silent, and he walked back into the room, his half erect cock leading the way. I grew wet again. He picked me up and carried me into the bathroom.

Oh, daddy, how beautiful!” I sighed when I saw the rose petals floating on the steaming water in the sunken stone tub.

Father lowered me into the lovely hot water filling the large stone tub. I floated among the aroma of roses and the soft touches of the petals. Liquid soap and shampoo stood ready on the broad rim of the tub. Father sat on the edge of the tub behind my head, and worked the shampoo into my hair. He used a brass ewer to rinse the lathered up shampoo out of my dark red tresses. I stood up and he massaged my body with the spicy smelling liquid soap. He slid down into the water with me as I rinsed myself off.

I laughed as father pushed me against the edge of the tub, parted my legs and thrust into me. I reached down and fingered my clit, while he pounded hard into my pussy. In moments we both shuddered in climax, and collapsed into the water. We had been doing the Morning Bath Time Quickie, as I called it, ever since I was ten years old. For me it always was the best time of the day.

Father lifted me out of the tub. Hand in hand, we walked into the shower, where we washed off soap residue and rose petals. He laughed casino siteleri as he took one of the hand-sprayers, set it on cool and sprayed me. I screamed when the much colder water hit me. I tried to wrestle the sprayer away from him with little success. I did manage to point the spray of cool water at his cock and balls for a moment, making him yelp and dance away from me. He sprayed my pussy with the cold liquid in retaliation.

“Off,” I said to the shower, and the water trickled down to nothing. “I think it is time we got dressed, daddy dear.” I pushed him out of the shower. “You have work to do, and I have two exams to write. After that we can have as much fun as we like.” I slapped his tight butt.

In my dressing room, the birthday dress hung ready foor me to put on. “Oh, it’s so pretty!” I said when my eyes lit on it. “Thank you, daddy! I love it.”

Father went to his own dressing room to dress for company was coming in the afternoon for high tea. I dried myself with one of the thick warm towels, and took the dress from its hanger and put it on. The dress was soft white cotton that fit snug down to my waist, and then flared out into a wide skirt stopping just below the knees. Embroidered along the neckline were tiny pink rosebuds, and the hem was graced with full-blown pink roses. A belt of barely opened pink cloisonné roses with a gold clasp went around my waist. I twirled around in front of the mirror.

“Nella, you are the loveliest young woman in the whole world,” said father, holding out a small pink box. “I think this will complete the outfit.”

I took the box from him and opened it: inside lay two tiny roses with sparkling centers. I picked one up. Attached to the back was the tiny limpet that would stick the earring to my earlobe. Father took the earrings and held them against my lobes. In a moment I felt the odd sensation of the limpets taking hold. The earrings looked lovely against the dark red of my hair.

“Thank you, Daddy, I love them,” I said, kissing his lips. “I love you. You’re the best daddy in the world.”

“And you’re the best daughter in the world, sweet Nella,” he said, his eyes glowing with love. “I can’t believe you’re now a grown woman. I hoped this day would never come, sweetie. I don’t want to lose my little girl.”

I kissed him again. “I’ll always be your little girl, Daddy. I promise.”

At four o’clock in the afternoon, Jones announced father expected me in the living room for high tea. Father sat on the large leather couch and on tthe coffee table silver trays stood ready with tiny sandwiches, pastries, marzipan fruits, chocolate dipped fruit, and chocolates. On a tray in front of him stood a teapot covered with a cozy, the spout steaming, a pitcher of milk, a bowl of sugar, and two fine china cups and saucers. On the floor at the far end of the coffee table stood a large box.

I sat down on the couch beside him. “This all looks so beautiful, Daddy,” I said, a smile of happiness playing over my face. “It makes me feel so grown up to be having high tea with you.”

“Milk?” Father asked pouring the steaming golden-red liquid from the pot into one of the cups. “Sugar?”

“Just a tiny bit of sugar, Daddy, and no milk, please,” I said.

He sprinkled a small amount of sugar over the tea, stirred it in, and handed the cup and saucer to me. I put it down on the table to let the hot tea cool before drinking it. Ever since taking a drink directly from a teapot when I was four years old I had been unable to drink or eat anything hot.

While waiting for my tea to cool, I sampled the food and eyed the mysterious box. Father smiled when he saw my gaze go to the box.

I drank my tea in tiny sips, holding the cup by the handle with my pinkie extended like a proper young lady. Father emptied his cup in one gulp and plunked it down hard on the tray. When I put my cup down beside his, he rose to his feet and held out his hand to me.

“Would you like to dance, sweet Nella?”

I took father’s slot oyna hand, and he pulled me to my feet. “I’d love to dance,” I said. “Can we dance the Promenade? I think that’s such a beautiful dance.”

“Of course we can, sweetie,” father said, leading me out into the open area of the room. “Music, if you please, Jones.”

A trumpet overture began the music for one of the formal promenade dances that had become a craze with all people. The sound of a drum beating out a slow, stately cadence began as the trumpet fell silent. I reached out my arm and barely touching father’s fingers, moved forward with toes pointed. We stopped our forward motion as the music of an oboe, flute, and lute played counterpoint to the beat of the drum. I circumambulated father with slow stately steps. I stood in place and he orbited around me. The oboe, lute and flute fell silent and we moved on to the beat of the drum, repeating the circular walks around each other whenever the other instruments joined in, until we made a complete circle of the open space.

After that the music of a waltz started playing; father and I whirled around the room, bodies closely entwined. I felt his hard-on press against me through my dress. Placing my hand on his firm butt I pulled him closer against me and proceeded to rub myself on the cloth covered knob of his hard shaft. The music continued its movement, but we did not. Father and I stood in the middle of our large livingroom and furiously dry humped each other. I gasped loudly as the tingling between my legs reached a crescendo and exploded into a million shards of pleasure. Father thrust a few more times, groaned and jerked and jittered against me. I felt the wetness of his come even through my gown.

Afterward we stripped down to the skin and went back to the couch. I eyed the box, hoping I would find out what was in it.

“Would you like another cup of tea, sweetie?” father said, holding the teapot over my cup. “It’s still warm enough for you.”

“Daddy, stop teasing me,” I said. ” I don’t want tea or anything else. I want to know what’s in that big box.”

“Do you now?” He gave me a sly grin. “Who says there’s something in that box for you?”

Father went over to the box and lifted the top off. He reached inside and pulled out two long narrow boxes, a silver metal platform, and yet another box. He put the platform on top of the coffee table. Three raised rounded buttons decorated the side facing me. Father opened one of the boxes and took out a bed and placed it on the platform. I leaned forward fascinated by the bed a little over a foot long, covered with a emerald quilt, and a mass of climbing pink roses along the headend and one side.

I gasped when father opened one of the long boxes and I saw the female doll inside. It looked exactly like me: with the alabaster skin, dark red shoulder-length curls, slender body and long legs, small breasts, pert rounded butt, red curls on the mons venus of its miniature pussy, and an oval face with green, blue, grey striated eyes, a narrow nose and a wide mouth. Father laid the doll on the bed and covered it with the quilt. Its eyes were closed revealing long dark lashes that shadowed its upper cheeks.

The other long box held a doll in the image of father. It was dressed in dark green tights with a brown leather codpiece, a waist-length emerald green jacket decorated with tiny seed pearls, a cape and knee high boots. Father placed this doll at the foot end of the bed.

“Go ahead and press the button on the left,” said father, sitting down beside me with a large grin on his face. “The girl is Beauty and the man is Prince Charming.”

“Like in the Sleeping Beauty,” I said. I pressed the button and watched the tableau before me.

A soft hum came from the metal platform. Then the Prince Charming doll untied its cape and let it fall. He stepped over the the right side of the bed and gently stroked the Sleeping Beauty doll’s face. The Prince doll tugged at the quilt covering Beauty and canlı casino siteleri it came off revealing her loveliness. He reached down and englobed her breasts with his hands, kneading them, pinching the nipples. She stirred like someone deep asleep who cannot wake. The Prince sat down on the bed at Beauty’s side and suckled on her pretty tits while his hands roved her body.

I laughed in delight when the Prince doll put its hand on the mound of the Beauty doll and opened her up. Her pussy surprised me with its realism. His head went down between her legs and a tiny pink tongue licked her slit and circled her tiny clit until she came with a gasp and a shudder.

The Prince opened his codpiece revealing a sizable erection. Spreading Beauty’s legs wide he entered her, and thrust with long strokes in and out of her. I laughed as the Prince doll came most realistically and Beauty’s eyes opened at the same moment.

“What a delightful gift, Daddy,” I said, throwing my arms about his neck and raining kisses all over father’s face. “Do you think we could play Sleeping Beauty one of these days? You know how much I like to play out our fantasies.”

“Anything you like, sweetie,” said father. “But first I’d like another dance with my beautiful daughter. Waltz, please, Jones.”

The opening notes of the Blue Danube filled the room as he stood and pulled me into his arms. We waltzed until darkness filled the windows. I collapsed on the couch. Father ordered a light evening repast and when the server-bots brought it in, we fell too as if we had not eaten all day.

“I have one more surprise for you, Nella, my sweet. You must wait here until I call you.”

Father went up the steps into the bedroom wing. I sat on the couch waiting. It seemed to take a long time for him to get the surprise ready. I wondered what it could be.

“Can I come yet?” I called out, stepping out of the way of a bot moving a chair back into its rightful place.

“I’m all ready for you,” father called from our bedroom. “I think you’ll love the surprise I have for you, Nella, my sweetie.”

Father waited for me, still nude and partially erect. My pussy quivered and fluid leaked down my inner thighs at the sight of him. He was such a handsome man in all ways.

“Where’s my surprise, Daddy,” I said, bending down and looking under the bed. “I can’t see anything under there. Is it hidden in one of our dressing rooms? Where, Daddy, where?”

Father pulled out a green silk scarf and coming up behind me tied it around my eyes. He guided me to our shower, and positioned me in front of him. I felt his hard cock pushing on my butt, and rotated against the solid shaft. Father groaned. He reached around, opened my outer labia, so that my inner parts were exposed, and ordered the water on. I laughed in delight as the first of the pulsed water jets hit my clitoris. The pulses of water varied in duration, and gave the sensation of being licked by a watery tongue. My orgasm at the water’s touch was the most protracted I ever had. It went on for what seemed like forever, and at the end I collapsed into father’s arms.

Father ordered the water off and helped me out of the shower. He removed the blindfold, wrapped me in a thick heated towel, and carried me into the bedroom. I felt so very loved. Still enervated from that powerful orgasm, I curled up on my side and closed my eyes. Father spooned against me, and his eager cock nosed its way into my tired but still eager pussy. He moved in and out with languid strokes and I loved how he filled me, emptied me, filled me. I moaned in pleasure when his fingers lit on my burning clit and caressed it with a feather touch. Shocks of pleasure shot into my arms and legs making the ends of my fingers and toes tingle. Father tugged gently on my clit and that was enough to set me off; I bucked hard against father’s hand, and my inner muscles fluttered against his cock buried inside me. He groaned loudly and I felt his cock jerk in rhythm with my own pulsations as he filled me with his come.

Father’s cock stayed partly hard and its size kept him buried inside me. Locked together in that way, we drifted into sleep. Such a lovely ending to my eighteenth birthday.

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Katrina purred contently as she stretched out on her plush sofa waiting for her fiancé Bret to come home. It had been nearly a week since the last time she’d seen him and they’d only been together long enough for a nooner before his work dragged him across state lines and away from her bed but he was going to be back soon and he was going to lose his mind when he saw her. She’d been planning it for nearly a month at any rate. A detail that made it maddening that she wasn’t completely certain she could hold out another six minutes. Already she was soaked through her panties and fighting a losing battle to keep her fingers away from her clit. Instead she was just grinding her thighs together and that was just making it worse.

She wasn’t certain if Bret had set her up on purpose or not. It was always difficult to tell with him what he let slip on purpose and what he didn’t. She remembered the night rather well; he’d been on his laptop when she’d surprised him by showing up almost an hour early. Whatever he’d been looking at had him clearly aroused and equally it seemed embarrassed. He quickly shut down the site and even did a quick dump of his history. It was just his luck that she’d got bored or curious and decided to wander through the cookies until she found what she assumed was the site he’d been checking out.

The website was called Cosplay Cuties and featured hundreds of girls, some professional models most amateur fans dressed up as characters. Katrina was enough of a gamer that she recognized the Chun Li’s, Lara Crofts and Princess Zeldas. She’d seen enough anime that Android 18, Sakura from Naruto and Seras Victoria from Hellsing were all instantly recognizable. A lot of the other characters though were too obscure for her to name. She’d known from when they’d gotten into E3 that he was kinda into cosplay, but to be fair she’d assumed that any group of half naked women would turn his head, and he’d always had a thing for Asian girls.

Following more of the trail Bret had left she found two more sites and both of them were completely dedicated to catgirls. Some of the costumes were intricate going as far as gluing fur to some of the girls to recreate Felicia from Darkstalkers. One had a girl painted like the tiger girl from the web comic Two Kinds which had recently become one of Katrina’s favorite web comics, right behind 8-Bit Theatre and The Least I Could Do. Most of the costumes weren’t nearly that intricate though. A pair of cat ears and a tail seemed to be enough to get by. Particularly if the girl was willing to the extra mile.

The extra mile was the tail. If a girl had a tail she was going to get front page attention. It was good if the tail hung from some kind of elaborate harness but the real cream of the crop girls had them . . . inserted. Every picture of a girl with a plug tail had a mile of comments following it.

Katrina casino siteleri had to admit that there was some kind of allure to the women dressed up, particularly as animals. Then there was the fact that she loved that look in his eyes, the one she got when she did something so right that he needed her, she craved that hunger. If this was going to get that out of him it was worth a few bucks.

The next time she was out of town she’d started getting the things she’d need to pull off her stunt. It started with a pair of perky cat ears set to a decorative comb. She’d chosen a pair that were honey blond with dark tips that nearly matched her own flaxen mane. It had taken her twenty minutes to get them just right the first time so they wouldn’t fall out and at the same time blended so seamlessly with her hair that almost looked real. Since then she’d gotten enough practice that it was only a few minutes to get it in place.

Second she’d decided to go with the face painting, opting for cute instead of realistic she only darkened the tip of her nose and a strip down to her upper lip as well as three painted on whiskers on either cheek. It was easy enough, the hard part was keeping from smearing the make up long enough for Bret to smear it. Locked around her neck was a thin leather collar with the words “Sex Kitten” written in bold steel letters. It hadn’t come with a leash so she’d had to buy one from the local pet store but it was connected and the leash was would dangle between her breasts if she was sitting up. Katrina had decided on an anime classic for her outfit and had on a porn stores imitation of a Japanese school girl outfit. Even by adult standards the top she’d worn was a little short not quite covering up her nipples. The handkerchief she was wearing with it actually came down farther both in the front and in back than the tiny top did.

The skirt was would have been better. It came down almost mid thigh. Katrina could have worn it in public and only gotten the same looks she always got from aroused men and annoyed women. Except the bright orange, too match the kerchief, skirt was held up in the back.

Inserted directly into her ass was a golden Persian cat tail. It had a wire bases so she could position the tail anyway she wanted and she’d chosen to have it sticking almost straight up like a cat in heat inviting a fuck. Which of course had it lifting her skirt indecently.

The final part of the set up was a bowl of milk resting on the floor just a few feet away waiting to hear the scuffle of keys being fumbled into a lock. Then the show could begin properly. Assuming traffic was anything that could be considered normal Bret would be walking through the door in the next ten minutes. He wasn’t close to late it was just a week without a solid flesh and bone cock was literally maddening. It was probably one of the longest stretches slot oyna she’d gone without a partner in her adult life.

Bret only took five minutes which meant he had to have gotten lucky with the lights or something. Still for Katrina it felt like she’d been lying there for over an hour when she heard the a key jumbled into a lock cuing her to roll off the couch onto all fours and start lapping at her milk. She couldn’t see his eyes at first but she could certainly feel them. To hot points that threatened to singe her flesh. “Mrow?” She finally queried lifting her head from the bowl.

Katrina made it a point to lock her eyes on his and slank towards him. She spent enough time on her knees that she knew how to make it look great, stretching her long legs out behind her so her nipples brushed the floor. She swiveled her ass back and forth knowing it was even more of an eye catcher with over a foot of golden fur sticking out. As soon as she reached her paralyzed man she circled around him rubbing up against his legs before stopping in front of him and letting a lusty purr roll from her throat.

He still hadn’t moved, the door was even open behind him so anybody walking the street would be able to see Katrina and her outfit. It might have bothered her a decade before when she was eighteen but since then she’d grown into quite the voyeur. It was Bret would freak out if any of the neighbors saw him with his cock lodged between her lips. Katrina certainly wasn’t interested in closing the door as much as she was interested in opening his pants but she was enjoying the tease for the moment.

Rearing up into a kneeling position she pawed lightly at the bulge in his pants. “Mrow?” She canted her head slightly this way and that in mock confusion. She even leaned forward to nuzzle his cock and then sniff it through the fabric. Unable to hold herself back she unzipped his pants with her teeth and then did the same to the button pawing at his slacks until they sank to his knees. His boxers were less of an obstacle. It was as if his cock literally had a mind of its own, it had managed to thread its way through the slit and sprang forward slapping against her cheek as soon as his pants were out of the equation.

“Mrow?” Katrina playfully batted at the tip of his cock noting how his whole body tensed. So she did it a second time just a little harder than the first and this time he moaned. Once more playful smack and then she hunched herself forward pushing her butt up and her belly down so she could lean back and lap at his balls. Between years of dance and gymnastics it wasn’t a difficult position for her to hold and she was finally getting what she wanted. Her tongue danced back and forth over his balls tracing the taint all the way back until she flicked her tongue and only narrowly missed his puckered hole. The responding jerk and moan was both erotic canlı casino siteleri and scary. She knew he loved rim jobs but she wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold still enough not to break her neck so she backed off and started licking the underside of his cock. Nice long strokes from root to tip, like a giant popsicle.

Once his cock was completely coated and glistening with saliva she turned her back to him. Crushing her tits against the carpet she raised her hips until only the tips of her toes were still touching the carpet and her ass was waggling back and forth inviting the nearest cock. At that moment she didn’t really care that it was Brent, any warm firm meat would have been good enough but she wasn’t complaining when he gripped the base of her tail and rammed his cock into her quivering twat.

“Mrow!” She nearly broke character and spoke when he impaled her. It was simply the most amazing feeling she could fathom. Instantly her world focused around a single thing, the brutal cock stabbing her cunt. She couldn’t even tear her mind away for a moment to focus on anything else. Not the rug burns she was getting on her elbows and not the elderly gentleman who’d stopped cutting his lawn at a spot that offered and outstanding view of her swinging tits and split open pussy.

“Open your mouth Neko.” Bret growled. Katrina had spent enough time on the websites and in anime in general to know that Neko was cat, or close enough that she knew he meant for her to open her mouth. It didn’t make sense to refuse him at the moment so she did as she was told opening her mouth.

Katrina was ready to come and it had only been a few moments. The anticipation had been too much and she could already feel herself on the very edge of the precipice that was her orgasm. She just had to wait a few thrusts for Bret to push her over it. It was harder and harder to keep in character, only purring and meowing for his pleasure. Katrina wanted to moan, wanted to beg, wanted to let all of the filth floating in her to burst loose. She would have given in if he hadn’t stopped her.

Just as Katrina’s cunt contracted and her orgasm overwhelmed her senses Bret yanked her tail out raising what was already a mind blowing orgasm into something that could only be described as epic. Her entire body went white hot. Then he jammed the plug in her mouth and it doubled. The taste of her ass drove her completely wild. She wanted to speak, even tried to but the plug served well as a gag keeping any of the sounds she uttered from being more intelligible than moan.

Bret had wanted to see her doing just that. That must have been what he was waiting for because just as she accepted the taste of her own ass Bret came. It wasn’t the first time the two lovers had been separated by a week or more but it was the first time he erupted like a volcano. Katrina purred contently as Bret’s cum started to ooze out of her cunt. She wanted to speak to him but there was something that she wanted more. Something she needed. One more.

Instead of speaking Katrina only wriggled her bottom and purred invitingly.

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Diana had Jessi sit in the front seat, next to her, as she drove Jessi back to her apartment. She smiled at Jessi, and said, “I hope I see you again. Mistress E really likes you, you know. She has been looking for a girl for a long time, but she told me she has never found anyone like you before.”

Jessi smiled at Diana. “Mistress E is pretty amazing herself. I KNOW I have never met anyone like her before. And what was really amazing, I don’t usually do this, but I knew within about 30 seconds of meeting her last night that I would be going home with her.”

“She told me the same thing about you. I guess you and her just clicked, on some deep level. Like I said, I haven’t seen her this happy in the entire time I’ve worked for her, which is three years now.”

“So tell me about that, Diana. How is it that you came to work for Mistress E?”

“Both of my parents worked for Elise and her late husband for years. I have always lived in this house, and thought of Mistress E as a cross between a big sister and a crazy aunt. My parents died in a plane crash, and when Elise asked if I would become her driver, I couldn’t refuse. She pays me way too much for what I do, plus she covers all my tuition and books in medical school. I owe her a lot. In fact, I owe her everything.”

Jessi was stunned. It was becoming clear that Elise was an amazing woman, strong and beautiful yet with compassion enough to support this girl who she could easily have thrown away. “What do you think about her ummmm, “girl friends”, Diana?”

“Wellll… Let’s just say that there are times I wish it was me with her. I’ve been with guys before, but lately I am almost exclusively women. It’s been at least a year since I was with a man. She is an utterly amazing woman, and I count myself lucky to know her even if I don’t end up as her girl.”

“I know what you mean… May I ask, how old are you, Diana?”

“I’m 20, if that matters.”

“No, it doesn’t matter at all. In fact, I think it’s great. Medical school, huh?”

“Yeah, I am in my first semester, it is a real bitch sometimes. I graduated high school when I was 16, and even took some college courses before that. I was 19 when I got my BS in Biology, and now I’m in med school.”

“Wow, beautiful AND smart!” Jessi laughed.

“Thank you, but you are the beautiful one…” Diana said, her voice fading away on the last syllables.

Jessi turned, and Diana had her head down, looking at the road rather than at her.

“Diana, can I ask a favor? Would you take off your cap, let your hair down?”

Diana turned and said, “Okay, I’d love to.” She took the cap off and shook her head, freeing her long, wavy auburn hair which flowed down around her shoulders and nearly to her waist.

Jessi reached out and began to stroke Diana’s hair. “It’s beautiful, Diana, thank you…”

Diana took Jessi’s hand and held it. “You probably should stop, Jessi. I think you are an incredibly sexy girl and I wouldn’t want to come between you and Elise.”

Jessi smiled and said, “Okay, Diana… I feel the same way, both about you and Elise. But we can at least be friends, can’t we?”

Diana smiled, “Of course, we can. But you will find that Elise will be demanding on your time, at least at first. She tends to always want her girl close by, to serve her…”

“So tell me, Diana, have you and Elise ever… ummmm…”

“Do you mean are we lovers?”

“Well, yes… It seemed like she likes you a lot, I could tell by the way she watches you walk. Kind of the way a cat looks at a bowl of cream or something…”

“Yes, there have been times when I have served my Mistress. I know her needs, probably better than anyone, and there are times when she needs my assistance. And I am only too glad to serve my Mistress… I hope that is not going to be a problem, Jessi.”

“I wondered last night… Problem? No way, I think it’s cool! You and she obviously love each other a lot, and part of love is showing it. I don’t have a problem with it at all… I think you are lucky to have found someone that cares so deeply for you!”

“Well, I definitely feel that way, and I’m glad you do, too. I hope we can become good friends, Jessi. Between work and school and studying, I don’t have a lot of free time. If you move in with us, I will at least have someone close to my own age there.”

“I know exactly what you mean, Diana, I am working full time and going to grad school right now. Last night was the first ‘play day’ I have allowed myself in several months. But I will be done in a couple months, and then I will be free. Most people wouldn’t understand, but you might have some idea of how much I am looking forward to that day.”

“You know I do, Jessi. Only I have about 8 more years to go…”

Diana pulled the limo to a stop in front of Jessi’s apartment. They hugged tight, and Jessi said, “Don’t worry, Diana, I am pretty sure that I want to be with Mistress E. And with you, too…”

Diana said “Great, I can’t wait.” then hopped out and ran around to casino siteleri open Jessi’s door. Jessi’s landlords were working in their garden, and she smiled and waved at them as she walked barefoot, carrying her shoes, up the driveway to her basement apartment.

She let herself in, then plopped back on the couch. She couldn’t believe what had happened over the last 24 hours, her life seemed to be upside-down. A day earlier, she had been looking forward to completing her MBA and finding a real job, to making her mark in the business world. Now she wanted only to go back to Elise’s house, to serve her.

Jessi couldn’t believe how she felt. Her body was sore all over, but it was the good kind of sore. The kind you get when you’ve had your brains fucked out all night long. Her nipples were tender but erect, her clit felt a little buzz. And when she had thought of Elise and Diana, she could feel herself getting wet all over again.

There was a message on her answering machine from James, so she called him. “You would not BELIEVE what happened last night, James!” she said.

“Oh, yeah, girl? Do tell…”

Jessi went through the whole story, including how she had met Elise, how she had fingered her and made her cum right in the club, then how they had gone back to Elise’s house and fucked all night. James was amazed at what happened. He and Jessi go dancing fairly often, and James has seen Jessi get a little nasty before, but nothing like this…

“Oooooh, Jessi, I had no idea you were such a slut!”

“Neither did I, James, but with Mistress E it just feels right!”

“Lucky girl… To find the one who makes you feel that way!”

“That’s how I feel, too… I actually just got home, I’m still kind of in shock. I haven’t been fucked like that in a long, long time, and my mind is a little numb. She wants me to move in with her and be her ‘personal assistant’, whatever that means.”

“Girl, what about your school? You’re not going to bail with only a little bit to go, I hope?”

“No chance, James. What I think I will do is offer to go to work for her now but tell her I have to finish school. I will be there all day, then have classes in the evenings. And it’s only a couple of months, I am sure she will understand.”

“I hope so… You can’t throw away three years of grad school over a piece of ass, Jessi…” James laughed.

“I know, I know… But she really DOES have an amazing ass, James. And the other parts are incredible, too! I can’t wait to get back over there, and get my hands on her again…”

So that was how it went. That evening she talked to Elise, and Mistress E agreed that Jessi could finish her school. The next day was Monday, and Jessi’s boss was very surprised when she walked in and said, “Sorry, Dave, but I quit. You guys have been good to me, but I’ve found a much better job. And I would really appreciate it if you would not hold me to ‘two weeks notice’.”

Dave gulped, but said, “Sure, Jessi. Let me talk to the payroll folks and see how soon they can have your check ready.”

Jessi then went to her desk and started cleaning it out. She was surprised to find that even though she had worked at this company for four years, her personal possessions fit into one small box.

She went and found James. She was positively beaming, and James smiled at her. “Girl, you look like you just died and went to heaven!”

“To tell the truth, I think I did, James…” Jessi said with a dreamy look on her face.

“Girl, you’ve got it bad! So will we ever see you again?”

“Here? I seriously doubt it… Socially? I hope so, James. You know I appreciate what you have done for me in the past year. You have been a dear friend, and I hope you understand how much I needed your help. Helping me figure myself out, letting me know that who I am is okay. I will never forget you!”

“Good, Jessi… You are too fun a person to disappear off the face of the earth.”

Their conversation was interrupted by Jessi’s boss, who needed her to go finish up her paperwork. After that was done, he handed her the final paycheck and she was free. She went back and said good-bye to her co-workers. She didn’t like them very much, except for James. They were, in her words, “a bunch of old biddies, putting in their time and waiting to retire. They wouldn’t know ‘fun’ if it bit them in the ass.”

Jessi called Elise and gave her the good news. “I can start whenever you’d like, Mistress E.” She kept her voice down, she didn’t want her co-workers to hear.

“That’s excellent, Jessi. When do YOU want to start?” was Elise’s reply.

“Ummmm… Would this afternoon be too soon?”

Elise laughed, “No, Jessi, that would be fine, I was hoping maybe tomorrow. You continue to please me… Shall I have Diana fetch you?”

“I think I will drive myself, Mistress, so I have my car there. I have class tonight.”

“Okay, Jessi, we can work out the details when you get here. Do you need directions?”

“No, Mistress E, I was watching when Diana drove slot oyna me home yesterday. I am pretty sure I can find my way there.” Elise gave Jessi her cell number just in case, and they hung up.

Jessi went home and dropped her personal things from her office, then decided she should probably tell her mom she had changed jobs. Her mom was surprised, but then her mom was almost always surprised at things Jessi did. She loves her mother dearly, but knows that she does not like change and is not adventurous at all.

“Why would you give up that good accounting job, dear? Being a ‘personal assistant’ sounds like you’re a glorified secretary. You need to use your skills, dear, or they will go to waste!”

“Oh, I’ll be using ALL my skills…” Jessi thought, as a wicked grin slid across her face. But she said, “Mom, I will be much more than a secretary. Elise has said she needs someone with my skills to manage her affairs. And this lady is incredibly wealthy, mom, and the hours will be very flexible and the pay is unbelievable. She even has a guest house that I will be moving into after I graduate.”

“But how about a husband, Jessi? When will you have time to find one of those?” Jessi’s mom has been single since Jessi was 12, when her father left her for his secretary.

“Mom, you’ve done just fine without one. And I’m not ready to get married yet, but if I find the guy to marry, so much the better!” Jessi has not told her mother that she is a lesbian, she has been waiting for the right moment. Her mother is deeply religious and she is not sure how she would take it. Her father, she is sure, will be very supportive. They talk a few times a year, but he lives all the way across the country with wife number four (or is it five…).

“Well, as long as you’re happy, dear…” Jessi knew that was what her mother would say, she just didn’t have much clue at all what “her baby girl” was like these days.

“I am, mom. This is a great opportunity for me, and I can tell that Elise will be wonderful to work for. She has already said that we will be travelling some, and you know that I want to do that.”

“Okay, dear, just let me know what your new work number will be, in case I need to get ahold of you.”

“Of course, mom, I’ll call you tomorrow with all the information. Bye bye, mom.”

“Bye, dear. Talk to you soon, and I’m glad you like your new job.”

With that, Jessi hung up the phone. She was trying to decide what to wear for her first day on her new job. She settled on a little sun dress, white and sheer almost to the point of being see-through. She wore just a tiny thong underneath, a little wisp of white lace held in place by thin strings across her hips. Jessi’s nipples were erect and poking out against the thin fabric of the dress. She packed some school clothes in a duffel bag as well as some of her personal things, and headed over to her new life.

Jessi found Elise’s house with no trouble, and Diana showed her where she could park her car. Jessi’s 10 year old Honda looked pretty pathetic in the huge garage, parked between Elise’s Lexus and the Mercedes limousine. Diana took Jessi’s bag, and they headed to the house hand-in-hand.

Elise opened the door as they approached, and smiled warmly. “Welcome, Jessi. I’m sure you will enjoy it here!”

Jessi stepped close to Elise and slipped her arms around the taller woman’s neck. “Thank you, Mistress E, I am sure I will enjoy it, too!”

Elise hugged Jessi close and said, “I’m glad you and Diana get along so well. She has needed someone closer to her own age around the house. I am sure it gets pretty boring, when it is just she and I.”

Diana laughed, “Boring? You? Oh, please… Mistress E, you are the most un-boring person I have ever met! But I am still glad that Jessi is here!”

Elise said, “Okay, Diana, please show Jessi to her room and help her put her things away. Then bring her to my office.”

Jessi untangled herself from Elise, then followed Diana up the stairs. Jessi was watching Diana’s ass as she walked, the tight pants accentuating how firm it was. The pants were tight enough that Jessi could see the outline of Diana’s thong. It was almost mesmerizing, watching her cheeks flex as she walked.

When they entered Jessi’s room, Diana stopped short and Jessi almost ran into her. Diana turned to face her. The two girls were almost exactly the same height, and Jessi pressed her body against Diana’s.

“I hope we are going to be able to spend some time together…” she whispered.

Diana replied, “Me, too, and I don’t think that will be a problem. Mistress E loves to watch, so if we want to put on a little show for her I am sure she would like that.”

Jessi leaned forward and the two girls kissed. Jessi’s hands went to the other girl’s ass, and Diana slipped her hands under Jessi’s dress and cupped her bare cheeks. Their tongues were dancing together and Jessi moaned softly as Diana slid a finger inside her thong and along her slit. Jessi opened her legs for the younger girl, and Diana responded canlı casino siteleri by getting her fingertip wet and rubbing it across her clit.

Diana broke the kiss and stepped back. “Mmmmmm, wet already! Mistress E will be glad to know that! Come along, Jessi, you have work to do.”

Diana handed Jessi the collar, and Jessi placed it around her neck and fastened it. “God, girl, that collar looks SOOOO good on you!”

Jessi smiled and took Diana’s hand. “Okay, Diana, take me to our Mistress.”

Diana said, “Well, you need to make one slight adjustment…” She stepped close to Jessi and unzipped her dress, then had Jessi step out of it so she was wearing only the collar and her tiny thong.

“There, that’s MUCH better… I know Mistress E will love this outfit!”

The two girls walked together to Elise’s office. Jessi was surprised that it had lots of windows and plants, it was more like an atrium than an office. Elise was sitting at a desk in a silk dress, and she rose and approached as the two girls entered her office.

“Mmmmmmm, nice outfit, slut!” Elise cooed as she ran her hands over Jessi’s body. When the older woman’s hands cupped her breasts and squeezed the nipples, Jessi moaned softly.

Diana said, “Mistress E, I checked and she is already wet for you… Shall I leave you alone for now?”

“Yes, Diana, that will be fine. My little slut has some work to do…” Diana left the room and closed the door behind her, then Elise clipped the leash onto Jessi’s collar.

Elise led Jessi to her desk, then sat down. Elise pointed at the floor, and Jessi knelt at Elise’s feet.

Elise’s dress was a wraparound, and she undid the belt and let it fall open. Elise opened her legs wide, pointed between them, then said simply, “Jessi…”. She was not wearing underwear, and Jessi could see that her Mistress was already aroused.

The younger woman leaned forward and began to lick Elise’s pussy. The older woman slid her hips forward in her seat and put one leg over Jessi’s shoulder. She took Jessi’s hair in her hand and said, “God, slut, it’s only been one day but I have missed your sweet tongue. Lick me, slut, suck my pussy, fuck me, slut…”

Jessi was busy doing exactly that. Sliding her tongue deep into her Mistress’ pussy, wanting only to please her. Jessi was aroused to think that she could give this beautiful, strong woman such pleasure.

Suddenly the phone rang. Jessi raised her head, but Elise pressed it back down between her legs. “It’s okay, slut, just keep doing what you were doing.”

Elise’s hand was on the back of Jessi’s head, pulling her face tight. Jessi was sucking Elise’s clit, sliding a finger into her. She could hear Elise’s breathing getting a little ragged, so she was surprised to hear her pick up the phone. “Elise Andrews… Oh, hi, Jana! Good, how about you?”

Jessi was amazed… Her Mistress was carrying on a normal phone conversation while she was having her pussy eaten! Jessi decided that she must not be doing a good enough job, so she intensified her efforts. She used one hand to spread Elise’s lips wide, then slid two fingers inside and started sucking Elise’s clit harder. Her efforts were rewarded with a moan from Elise.

“Yessssss… That’s a good slut…”

Obviously the person on the phone heard those, and Elise said, “Yes, I have a new girl. And she is VERY good, she is between my legs right now.” A short pause then, “Yes, she is wonderful. And how is your slut, Jana? Uh-huh, I thought so… I agree, it’s very hot, talking to you as we are both getting our pussies licked by our sluts. Let me put you on speaker, so we have our hands free.”

Jessi heard the other woman’s voice, and it was obvious that she was very close to cumming. She was panting and moaning, talking to the girl between her thighs. “Yes, little slut, suck my pussy, make me cum. How about you, E, is your slut girl sucking your cunt for you?”

Jessi was sliding her fingers in and out, twisting them, and she could tell that Elise was near her climax. As Elise arched her hips up into Jessi’s face, she was moaning and grinding herself into the younger girl. Jessi could hear her panting, “Yes, Jana, she is fucking me and sucking my clit. God, she is a good slut… Ohhhhh… Fuck yes, fuck me Jessi, fuck your Mistress, give me that sweet tongue, baby!”

With that, Jessi felt Elise’s pussy begin to throb around her fingers, and she sucked her Mistress’ clit harder. Elise was moaning and grinding, and it sounded to Jessi like her friend on the phone was in the midst of her orgasm as well. The two of them were moaning and talking so nasty to each other. Jessi couldn’t believe it, this beautiful cultured woman, saying the filthiest things, telling Jessi to “…suck my cunt, slut. Give me that tongue, make me cum all over your face, slut, I love how you suck me, slut!”

As Elise’s orgasm wound down, Jessi slowed her tongue so that she was just giving Elise little licks and kisses on her pussy. Elise had her hand stroking Jessi’s hair, and holding her face gently against her thigh.

Jessi heard Elise say into the phone, “Hey, Jana, it was good to hear from you, it’s been too long. We should get together and let our sluts play together, wouldn’t that be fun?”

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Hi my name is April. I love my name and everybody seems to like it, I say hi my name is April and they say, oh what a lovely name, it so suites you. My dad, Jack used to say people grow into their names and I think that’s true. My dad, hmm well my dad says a lot of things and seems to think he is funny, funny as in funny haha, I however don’t.

You see my dads full name is jack fool, once a fool always a fool he says, he says it all the time, like a stuck record. Still I love him to bits don’t get me wrong but I just wish he had not thought it so funny to call me April, April fool. Well he was right about a lot of things because I grew up into a right Fool.

All my life I have suffered from my name, the teacher would say, will A Fool please hand the pencils out, or what fool did this and add or should I say A Fool did this or that, and how everybody would laugh, like it was the first time they had heard it or something.

Well soon no more, because I am getting married to my childhood sweetheart. Me and mark have lived next door all our lives, well not all, but all to date, and at just 5years old he said he was going to marry me. We grew up together and together we intend to grow old.

His name is mark showers, so I will go from April Fool to April Showers. That’s a bit shit really but who cares, we are in love and anything is better than been a fool all my life.

Dad’s inspiration for naming me April was not based solely on me been a Fool, but you see I was born in April, April the 1st to be exact, better known as April fools day.

My personality, as anybody who knows me is bright and bubbly, always I have a smile on my face and a spring in my step. At school I was always good at sport, I was in the gymnastics squad the hockey team and even had time to be the head cheerleader for the guys football team. I am not boasting but I am a bit of a hottie, I have been told no end of times I could be a model with my looks and figure. It’s not for me though, I want to be a scientist. Did I mention I am also a bit of a genius, and so modest.

My dad is the local vicar and brought me up very proper. Even though mark has been my boyfriend for ever, and we are engaged to be married, still I have kept myself pure. Well not too pure, we have fooled around a little. I let him touch me there, you know, there, but I kept my panties on, and I have jerked him off a time or two. Well I had to really he said if I didn’t he might go blind and I don’t want a blind husband. I want to find a cure for cancer not waste my time curing blind husbands.

Anyway me and mark decided on the night of my 18th birthday we were going to do it, you know, IT. It was getting very distracting been horny all the time and I couldn’t concentrate on my studies, mark said I was frustrated, so we decided, well he suggested it and I agreed that he could pop my cherry, that’s how mark put it. He said he would pop my tight little cherry and fuck me every night for ever and ever, or at least until we got too old, about 30 or so probably.

Well it’s my 20th birthday tomorrow, casino siteleri no I didn’t get it wrong, tomorrow I will be 20 years old and the day after, Andrew Day and I will be married. So I will become April Day.

What can I say? What happened to mark and the two years from 18 to 20? Good question.

Well the morning of my 18th birthday, you remember the day mark got to pop my little cherry, well it turned out kinda different.

I got up as usual, all excited, it been my 18th birthday and all. I checked my snapbookfacegramtweety thing of whatever social media we were using way back then, well 2 years ago, which seems a life time ago now.

Mark was keeping his birthday plan on how, where and when we were going to do it a secret. So when I had a message from an anonymous source I naturally assumed it was just mark been all mysterious.

The message said, stocks, 9am. That’s it nothing else. Well it’s a good job I am a genius or I wouldn’t have had a clue. You see The stocks don’t really exist, when mark and I were kids, we had a tree house in the woods. I was once leaning on a gate in the fence behind the treehouse, looking out over the field down towards the river.

Mark said I looked like I were in the stocks, you know the medieval things they put naughty people in and threw rotten tomatoes at, because my head was on the top bar of the gate and my hands on each gatepost. Ever since we called that place the stocks, it was our secret code for our secret meeting place.

I showered, had a quick bite to eat, dressed in my ultra short black mini skirt and the barest little pink boob tube a had.

I thought I looked hot and knew mark would think so, I felt really sexy and wicked, we were going to do it for the first time and I was horny as hell.

When I got to the stocks mark was nowhere to be seen, on the stocks gate was a little note, it read, put your hands on the gatepost posts and you head in the noose, close your eyes and don’t open them for anything until you count from 0 to 180 aloud.

I laughed to myself thinking mark must have really liked seeing me like that all those years ago, perhaps the wholesome mr mark showers is not so wholesome after all.

Not wanting to spoil it for mark, or for me. I put my hands on the top of each gatepost, closed my eyes and counted aloud, one, two… at 20 I felt my left hand been touched and something like a belt going around my wrist, at 40 the same on my right wrist. At 60 my left ankle and 80 my right ankle was strapped and at 100 I felt a belt or collar go around my neck, it wasn’t tight, I felt him make sure it was not by putting 3 fingers in it. Then it was fastened to the top of the gate and shortened making me lower my head and bend forward at the waist.

At 180 I opened my eyes and right there in front of me was a rock hard cock, he was so close I couldn’t see him with my neck tied down to the gate. He offered it to me like a candy lolly and I opened my mouth and sucked greedily on it. I felt sexy and dirty at the same time and the cock in my mouth slot oyna felt so good, all the years I waited, all the frustration, it was all boiling over, well my pussy was boing over, i was so wet I couldn’t tell if I peed my pants or not.

He pulled out my mouth and climbed over the fence. He was behind me now and I still couldn’t see him, just his legs and cock bobbing up and down as he moved, reminded me of a fishing rod, only thicker, much thicker than I remember from the times I tossed him off.

He had no need to remove my skirt it was so short, it was not in his way, but he undid the button and the little zip and removed it anyway, placing it over the fence. My boob tube had a zip up the back, I heard the zip then that was also on the fence. All I had on now was my white hold up stockings, red shoes and sexy white silk panties. The panties didn’t last long, he didn’t even try to take them off, just ripped them from me. It was so rough and animalistic, wow I thought, what a turn on. He couldn’t wait any longer to have me I thought, I was such an April fool.

His hands were all over me, especially my boobs, between my legs, on my ass, then I felt his tongue on my pussy, his hands spreading my butt cheeks and pussy lips, his tongue tasting me everywhere with such vigour I thought he might suck my clit right off.

His fingers were deep inside me. God it all felt so good, I was in heaven. I thought to myself I really must be a fool for waiting and keeping myself pure all these years, when I could have been having a whale of a time.

I couldn’t wait any longer I needed to feel his cock inside me, I begged him over and over to please fuck me but he just kept on teasing and pleasing me till I thought I would lose my mind from sexual stimulation overload. I moaned and groaned, screamed and shouted, I came again and again, but he never stopped.

When at last he entered me with his cock, something in me changed, it was heaven, everything he had done to me so far didn’t prepare me for the feeling of having a big cock inside my cunt. I will remember every detail of that day all my life.

I don’t know how he lasted so long, looking back I am sure he must have taken something. He fucked me slow, gentle, fast, hard, over and over. I might be a genius but I have no idea how many times I came. To infinity and beyond as buzz light year would say. Exhausted, totally satisfied, totally fucked.

Eventually when we were both totally spent, He untied one of my hands. By the time I undid the other and freed my neck he was gone, nowhere to be seen. I untied my feet and dressed, all but my poor torn panties, they were nowhere to be found.

I made my way home. It was getting dark by then and we had been at it since 9am.

I had a shower and a short sleep, then it was time to get ready for my party.

I sent mark a txt saying what a great time I had and was looking forward to the next time. He sent a msg back saying cool, but where had I been all day, his dad had made him work in the store all day, as he had to go somewhere but canlı casino siteleri he wouldn’t say where. Mark asked if we were we still going to pop my cherry after the party.. I was confused.

At the party marks dad gave me a little gift bag, in it was a little pair of white silky panties and a note saying, to replace the ones I tore off your gorgeous sexy body earlier today in the stocks.

My eyes grew wide, I was not angry or anything but my pussy began to run like a river remembering all that happened earlier and realising it was not mark but marks dad that had been fucking me into oblivion all day. Turning the card over it said, tomorrow in the old tree house. P.s. I am bringing a friend.

It has been 2 years now since my awakening, that’s how I see it, I wasn’t raped or anything I was awakened. I had been like a pretty colourful caterpillar until then. Marks dad was my chrysalis, I awoke as a beautiful butterfly dancing in the air, collecting man pollen and spreading happiness everywhere I went.

My dad said god made us all special and unique in some way or other, he wasn’t really talking about my sexual activity, but I believe he was right. In the last 2 years I have been called a tramp, slut, nympho and a sex addict. All better names than, A Fool, in my mind anyway.

I see my sex drive as a gift from god, not a disease or addiction that needs curing. I spread love and happiness everywhere I go, and it is his gift to me for been such a good girl. My goal is to spread Love and peace the whole world over. It’s a bit of a tall order for just little me, but I am doing my best. Be patient and I will get around to you one day. The cure for cancer will have to wait till I am older and have some free time, till then I have a new mission in life.

So if you like my story vote for me in the April fool competition, there is only one real April Fool. If you want I can share some of the other stories I have starred in over the last 2 years, I have a few, about 730 altogether. Ask and you shall receive, I don’t have time to keep writing my adventures down I am too busy creating new ones, but if enough people ask I will write some more.

As for mark, well poor Mark found out about me cheating on him about a year later when he caught me with his dad and all his poker buddy’s. They were giving me a right seeing to and mark walked in, I just asked him to join in and his dad laughed. Poor mark I felt really sorry for him the next day, but at the time I was too busy to think about anything other than his dad fucking me so hard on the poker table, cards and chips all over the place, marks uncle laid underneath me up to the hilt in my ass, marks brother filling my mouth with cum and marks best buddy in my hand as a wanked him until I had a hole free for him to fill.

I know what your thinking but it was not really my fault, I could not say no, just yes, yes, yes please fuck me. To anybody and everybody, alone or in groups I didn’t care so long as I had a cock inside me. I had a new mission to spread love the whole world over, and that’s a lot of love, the world is quite a big place for one woman and I had a lot of catching up to do.

Now let’s see, that brings me to a year ago and my new fiancé Andrew day, but that’s another story.

Love April Fool xxx

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It’s my birthday and I’m spending it with Mum.

We are driving home after eating a lovely meal in a nice restaurant. As we exit the car and walk up the driveway, I groan and hunch forward slightly, feeling the persistent erection in my pants throbbing with an urgent demand for release.

I’ve not masturbated for nearly a week. My injured hands, both busted and bandaged, have left me incapable of relieving myself, and the pressure in my balls is becoming unbearable. The throbbing sensation is even worse this time, making its way up the shaft of my stiff todger, all the way up to the tip, making the helmet-head pulse along painfully with my beating heart. My scrotum’s now so full that I can feel semen backing up from my balls and oozing from the tip of my cock, dribbling to the fore and soaking the front of my underpants.

Mum glares at me, concerned, “What’s wrong? Why are you walking hunched over? Have you got tummy ache?”

I’d love to tell Mum what my problem is, but I just can’t bring myself to do it; it’ll be far too embarrassing. And knowing my kooky mother, she’ll most probably offer to do it for me.”

“I’m alright.”

“Well, I hope you’re not feigning illness to get out of having a bath. You’ve not had a wash for at least a week; you’ll start stinking the house up soon.”

Mum wants to bathe me, wants to strip me naked and give me a good scrub in the bath. But I’m not a little kid anymore, and the mere thought of Mum seeing my willy is embarrassing to say the least, but I can’t see a way out of this one. I’m resigned to the fact she will, at least, get a glimpse at my three-inch pecker, all stiff and hairy.

Halfway down the drive, Mum stops and peers down at my groin, looking perplexed. “Have you wet yourself?”

My eyes drop to where Mum’s looking, and I notice a damp patch at the front of my shorts. The pre-cum has seeped through my underpants, soaking my shorts. “Oh, no,” I giggle nervously, my face blushing red-hot. “A little pee must have leaked out,” I lie, unconvincingly.

Mum puts the key in the door, stops and turns to me. “Look, darling, I know what boys your age like, what they need; I think I know what’s causing your discomfort. When we get through this door, you lie back, relax, and let Mummy do her thing. You promise to trust me and not cause a fuss?”

That sounded strange. What on earth did she mean by that?

I nod my head a force a smile.

As soon as we’re through the door, mum’s straight down to business. “Sit on the stairs, darling,” she demands, closing the door behind her.

I sit down on the hallway stairs, nervous.

Mum slips off her flip-flops, walks elegantly towards me and kneels down at my feet. She’s wearing a black, low-cut dress, and I can’t help but stare at her cleavage as she’s bent over in front of me. I’d like to just lie down with Mum and mash my face against her bosom and let her stroke my back, like she used to do. But I’ve a feeling I’m about to be humiliated, embarrassed, stripped naked and washed in the bath like a small child.

I hope she doesn’t wash between my legs. The way my pecker feels at the moment it’ll go off like a firework as soon as touch it. Now that would be embarrassing.

She removes my shoes and then tugs off my socks. She then motions with her hands indicating for me to stand up. We both stand up at the same time. She then grabs my shirt and lifts it off over my head, being careful not to hurt my injured hands, as I lift my arms. She drops my shirt to the floor.

Then, before I can protest, without warning, I feel my shorts and underpants fly down my legs and hit my ankles.

“Jesus Christ, Mum!” I shout, feeling my erection immediately deflate as I use my bandaged hands to try and cover my penis. My heart races and my face lights up bright red.

“Oh, don’t be such a baby,” Mum says, trying not to laugh. “Now step out of those pants and come on up stairs. I’ll run you a bath. Your face when a pulled your pants down; it really was a picture.”

Oh fuck! How embarrassing is this? My mum has just pulled down my pants and seen my penis, and now she’s laughing about it. This is surreal.

I walk up the stairs first, still trying to cover my private parts, and Mum follows. About halfway up the stairs, I feel a sharp slap against my butt, which shocks me rigid, causing me to stop and turn to Mum. “What the hell did you do that for?” I snap, voice quivering.

Mum doesn’t answer, she’s hunched over, holding her stomach and having hysterics. “I’m so sorry,” she says through incessant laughter. “I just couldn’t resist it. It’s not everyday I see such a pert pair of buttocks.”

You may think that my mum’s behavior is inappropriate, a little strange. Well, you’d be right. But my mum isn’t like other mums. She’s completely bonkers, as barmy as they come, always acting daft and embarrassing me at every opportunity. She’s a teenage girl trapped inside a woman’s body. She winds me up something rotten when the mood takes her. There are times when I find her mildly amusing. casino oyna Today, however, I’m really not in the mood.

She reaches the top of the stairs and looks back at me. “Take your hands away from your wiener,” demands Mum, in an irritated tone. “I’ve lost count how many times I’ve seen that thing in the past. It’s nothing to feel awkward about. I’m your mother for crying out loud. If you can’t show it to me who can you show it to?”

“Yes, but I’m teenager now mum. It’s a bit different now,” I say, as we enter the bathroom and mum turns the taps to fill the bath.

“How long has it been since I last saw your dinky?” Mum asks, as she pours bubble bath into the bathtub. “What do you reckon, about five or six years? Well, the only difference is, it’s now a fair bit bigger and an awful lot hairier. So try to relax and enjoy yourself.”

Enjoy myself! Did she just say enjoy myself? I can feel my face burning I’m so embarrassed. How can I enjoy myself?

Mum sits on the edge of the bathtub and swishes the water with her hand as the tub fills. She turns to me and says, “Do you remember what we used to call him when you were little?”

Oh, no, this is getting worse by the second. I’m not only standing here naked in front of Mum, but she’s actually talking about pet names for penis now.

“We used to him your little soldier. Do you remember?”

I force a smile and nod my head.

Swishing the bath water around with her hand absentmindedly, she continues, “You used to love playing with him. Do you remember that? Not as much as I imagine you enjoy playing with him now though, being the age you are. I was forever telling you to leave it alone. You just couldn’t keep your hands out your pants.”

Awkward! Awkward! Awkward! Please tell me this isn’t happening.

There’s an uncomfortable silence as the bath fills, then Mum says, “There you go, jump in. And for heavens sake, take that hand away from your dinky. Let him out for some fresh air. He could do with an airing out. You’ve not washed for a week; it must smell like a fish market between your legs.”

Mum stands as I shuffle towards the bath. When I pass her she gives my buttocks a hard squeeze with both hands.

I gasp loudly and my body jerks involuntarily as Mum’s hands touching my bum shocks the hell out of me. I can feel my heart thumping in my chest and my face burning red as I lift a leg and step into the bathtub.

As I sink into the bathtub, the warm water and the bubbles engulf my body, wrapping me in comforting warmth, which starts to melt away my anxiety. I suddenly feel a little more relaxed and let out a low groan of pleasure.

Mum leaves the bathroom and returns a few seconds later carrying a stool. She places it at the bottom end of the bath, sits down on it and pats the edge of the bathtub with her hand. “Come on, let’s have those tootsies up here?”

“Why?” I ask, confused, looking perplexed.

“So I can give you a foot rub,” she replies.

“Oh fuck, did she just say foot rub? She hasn’t rubbed my feet for a long time.

“I used to rub your feet all the time when you were little. You used to find it soothing and comforting, so I’m sure you will now. Come on, let Mummy cheer you up.”

I recall Mum’s foot rubs feeling really nice, so I decide to give it a try, and place my right foot up on the bottom edge of the tub. Mum squirts shower gel into her hands and then goes to work on my foot.

I feel Mum’s thumbs push into the heel of my foot and then slowly work their way up the sole. Her thumbs are going round in a circular motion on the ball of my foot, very slowly, applying just the right amount of pressure.

I suddenly feel euphoric as all the pent up stress begins to leave my body. It’s really soothing and strangely…erotic?

I don’t remember Mum’s foot rubs ever feeling like this before.

Then a stirring in my groin, a subtle tingling sensation in my balls that I’ve felt so many times before, begins to alert my senses. It’s an incredible feeling, overwhelming me with sense of well-being. Then, to my surprise, I feel strangely –

I think I’m becoming…aroused?

My penis twitches to life, pulses, then swells to a full, raging erection. Again, due to my balls being full to bursting, the dull ache returns. But this time the pain is not as acute. The warm water seems to have loosened my scrotum sac, relieving some of the pressure. But I can’t help but wonder what Mum will say, what she’ll do, when she sees my togder, all stiff and standing to attention, peaking up out the water like a little periscope?

Using my hands to cover my willy is no longer an option, as I can’t risk wetting my bandages, so I squirm my buttocks and wiggle my hips in an attempt to move the bubbles over my erection.

I resign myself to the fact that Mum’s bound to see it at some point. Pushing the thought of my erection out of my mind, I close my eyes and rest my arms on the edge of the tub, and concentrate on the feel of her hands stimulating the nerves in my foot. slot oyna

Oh God! It feels exquisite! It’s a glorious feeling, an orgasmic sensation that’s making me feel –

“Okay, honey. Let’s have the other one up here,” Mum says, placing my right foot back in the water.

I lift my left foot as mum squirts more shower gel on to her hands.

As she puts her hands to work on my foot, her fingers slip and slide between my toes, sending a tingling sensation rushing up my leg. Every now and then it reaches my balls, like a wave it crashes against my testicles, spreading out an orgasmic feeling that courses through my entire body, causing me immense pleasure.

“Does that feel nice, darling?” I hear mum ask in a gentle tone.

“Y-y-yes. It feels amazing, Mum,” I reply, my voice quavering slightly.

“Good. You just relax and let Mummy make you all better.”

Make me all better? Christ, Mum, you’re doing more than that.

My cock’s so stiff now I can feel all that pent up semen, from a week of neglect, dribbling from the tip. My eyes are closed tight, my mind focusing, concentrating on the gentle caress of her fingers, lulling me into a lazy state of languor. I know my stiff pecker is above the surface of the water now – the foreskin has retraced and I can sense the cold air on the exposed head – though I don’t care anymore. I can’t help but wonder if Mum has seen it yet, if she’s staring at it, noticed the goo oozing from its tip, or perhaps she’s glancing at it every now and then.

My fear and apprehension, embarrassment and awkwardness, has all but melted away, expelled by Mum’s expert hands.

I feel her hands traveling up my calves and slowly back down, over my ankles, up the sole of my foot and back to my toes, sending orgasmic chills up my spine.

“Oh, I can see you like that,” she whispers, as her nimble hands lull me further into bliss.

In a dream like state, my mouth hanging agape, goose pimples rise up on my flesh and my nerves tingle with desire, all the way from my feet and legs to the tip of my manhood.

I peel open my glazed eyes and gaze blearily across at her. “Feels nice,” I sigh.

Then, to my disbelief, her hands go higher, up to my knee, but they don’t stop there – she smooths her hands slowly upwards until she reaches my upper thighs. Kneading my thighs with soapy fingers, she works her hands around to the insides of my thighs, making me spread my legs. Then her fingers are rubbing my groin, my inner thighs, and I’m acutely aware of her knuckles grazing over each side of my ball bag. I squirm about in the bath then let out a low audible groan, as the pleasure of Mum’s hands on my groin overwhelms my senses.

The gentle massaging of her hands so close to my genitals has a profound affect on me. I’m in a daze, a deep state of sexual arousal, my mind befuddled by the orgasmic sensations Mum is eliciting from my body.

I’m consumed by an urge for sexual gratification, some form of sexual release. I see a plethora of images flash through my mind of Mum touching me between the legs, washing my genitals, rubbing her soapy hands over my private parts, exciting me to climax.

In a stupor of arousal, I slur, “Touch me.”

Did I really just say that?

Mum’s hands immediately leave my body and the orgasmic sensations begin to subside. I open my glazed eyes and look blearily at Mum, who is now kneeling beside the tub, arms resting on its edge, gazing down at me.

I’m disappointed that she has stopped. The thoughts, feelings and erotic sensations that Mum was eliciting from my body were like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I’m so horny now I could burst. And the painful sensation in my balls has returned with a vengeance, throbbing with an urgent need for attention.

“See, I told you I could do things that you’d enjoy,” Mum says, peering down at me with a smile.

My breathing is laboured and erratic as my head begins to clear and I regain a little of my composure. I peer down at my cock, pointing straight up at my face and resting on my tummy, stiff as iron. The purple head, exposed and bloated, is pulsing along with my heartbeat. My eyes wander and settle on Mum’s cleavage. Her arms are resting on the edge of the tub, making her tits bulge within the confines of her dress, the cushiony mounds spilling out to reveal the top half of her spongy melons.

Mum dips a hand into the tub and, absentmindedly, uses the tips of her fingers to gently caress the top of my thigh. As her fingers are going up and down my leg, I can’t help but notice that every time she reaches the top, her hand comes very close to my genitals. I’m willing her to touch me, fondle me, relieve me of my debilitating urges.

“You looked like you enjoyed that massage, darling. Did you find it…stimulating, in any way?” Mum whispers, staring me in the eye and biting into her bottom lip.

“Yeah, I suppose…maybe a little,” I reply shyly.

“Ah, well, that’s interesting. That means your feet and legs are your erogenous zones. Now canlı casino siteleri I know that, I can massage them more often. I’m pretty sure I could find another of your erogenous zones…if you’d let me.

Please, just do it, Mum. Grab my cock and throttle it to within an inch of its life, I think – but I’m far too shy to say it.

Mum continues in a soft tone. “I can imagine that having your hands all bandaged up like that, makes it quite difficult to…you know.”

My face flushes, burns bright red, and I avert my eyes from hers.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, darling. It’s a perfectly natural thing to do, especially at your age. I’m thirty-five years old and I still do it occasionally.”

I feel a dizzy euphoria come over me, my head swimming with images of Mum, completely naked, legs akimbo, frigging her cunt hard and fast. The thought gives me an almighty thrill.

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” I giggle nervously. “But that’s nothing you can help me with, though, is it?”

Mum doesn’t say anything. Instead she gives me a little smile and shrugs her shoulders.

Fucking hell! Is she really going to do it? No fucking way! How amazing would that be? Mum, stroking my cock to orgasm, relieving me of this torture, this throbbing in my balls.

“I mean, it’s no big deal, really,” she whispers. “It’s just a case of grabbing hold of the little soldier and giving him a good stroke. There’s nothing to it when you think about it.”

The anticipation is killing me at the thought of mum tossing me off. I wish she would just hurry up and touch me between the legs.

My front teeth bite into my bottom lip as I stare Mum in the eyes and smile.

“How often do you do you…you know…shake your little soldier?” she asks, with a nervous grin on her face.

I don’t get the chance to reply, because, as soon as Mum says those words, I feel her hand touch my stiff cock. She stares at my face to gauge my reaction.

My eyes roll to the back of my head and I slip further down the bathtub, groaning, making my cock rise higher out the water, giving Mum a clear sign that I want her to fondle my most private and intimate area.

Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! My mum’s touching my balls! This can’t be happening. I must be dreaming. Fuck, it feels good.

Her fingertips trace a pattern on my scrotum, bestowing feather-light caresses around the outline of my testicles, making my ball bag pucker up and tingle with desire. The sweet sensations are electric, and I immediately feel the orgasmic tingling engulf my body once more, making my balls bubble, my cock pulse and leak. I close my eyes and smile nervously, feeling her gentle fingers leave my balls and move up and down, caressing lightly along the under shaft of my rigid pecker, very gently stroking the silky-smooth-skin.

The head of my cock is swollen, the foreskin fully retracted and snagged behind the rim of the glans, leaving the purple head exposed. As Mum’s fingers stroke up the under shaft of my willy for the umpteenth time, a fingernail catches and grazes harshly over the sensitive rim of my helmet-head.

My eyes fly open and my body jerks as the intense sensation feels like a bolt of lightening searing through my body.

God dam, that parts so sensitive.

Mum gasps and pulls her hand from the water. “Oh, God, I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, I’m okay, Mum.”

“Would you like me to carry on?”

Fuck yes! Please don’t stop now!

“Oh, yes, please,” I reply.

She leans over the edge of the bath, snakes an arm around my back and rests my head in the crook of her arm, cradling my head. Her hand dips back into the water and rests on my cock as she presses her lips to my ear. As she strokes the tips of her fingers around my balls and up the shaft once again, she whispers, “Let yourself go, darling. Just relax and take deep breaths. Concentrate on my hand and guide me, tell what feels nice, and tell me to stop if hurts.”

Her sweet breath is caressing my face, making the hairs on the nape of my neck rise. Then she forces me against her breasts, mashes my face in her plump bosom, forcing my nose into the cleft of her sweet-smelling cleavage. I inhale the scent of Mum’s perfume, trembling ever so slightly as she stimulates my intimate area.

Her fingertip swirls around my helmet-head, in a circular motion, just skimming the sensitive flesh with feather-light touches, arousing me even further.

“How does that feel, baby?” she murmurs.

I groan, but Mum’s breasts mashed against my face muffle the sound.

Then she rolls the foreskin back and forth, tentatively at first, over the bulbous helmet-head. The soap subs and pre-cum allow my foreskin to glide up and down with lubricated ease.

“Just relax darling. I’ll be nice and gentle. I know what you need, baby. I’m just trying to make you happy on your birthday. So you just enjoy yourself and let me empty those balls,” she says soothingly.

My orgasm bubbles in the depths of my ball bag. I let out a moan, feeling my balls twitch and churn, forcing the semen closer to the surface. Mum takes a good firm hold of my stiff pecker and works her hand up and down in quick, urgent thrusts, tossing me off hard and fast, pushing me closer to the brink.

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She was too young for me, twenty-two … twenty-three maybe. I had her by a good fifteen years. We never dated as such; we just fucked a lot.

It started when I had loaned her a truck to move her stuff from a college apartment into her ‘first job’ apartment. Her mom was a neighbor, a friend. When she returned the truck she brought along a couple of bottles of really good red wine. I had some shrimp gumbo left from a couple of days earlier.

We drank both bottle of the wine … an Australian shiraz. I licked the last drops from her nipples … or maybe her belly button: I don’t remember for sure. I un-snapped her hip-hugger shorts, unzipped her. She lifted her hips, making easy work of sliding down the shorts, her panties.

“I’ve been exercising my pussy,” she said.

“You been fuckin’ a lot?” I asked.

“No … I been exercising.”

Sexual Benefits are the most exciting part about doing vaginal muscle exercises. Doing vaginal exercises will dramatically enhance and strengthen your love muscles. The most important muscle is your PC muscle. This is the muscle that contracts when you have orgasms. If you make it stronger with simple exercises, you will have more powerful orgasms; orgasms so strong that you’ll be left paralyzed on your bed. You’ll not only have more powerful orgasms, but you’ll have multiple orgasms. This is because your conditioned muscles will require greater blood flow. More blood means greater sensitivity, and thus more orgasms.

I had a finger deep inside her, looking for that special spot; was considering putting in a second finger. The squeeze started gently, grew in intensity. Her eyes were big as walnuts, she gave me a sexy, open-mouthed grin.

“You feel that little hug?” she asked.

I did … she was actually squeezing my fingers with her pussy!

“I told you.” she said. “I been exercising.”

I was speechless, well, figuratively speaking.

“You can do that to my cock?” I asked.

“Just you wait,” she said. She squeezed me again, laughed a deep throaty laugh

Your man will also love your new, stronger love muscles. You will develop awesome control over your PC muscle, allowing you to clamp and clench his penis whenever you want. You can milk him until his eyes roll into the back of his head! You really can develop muscles this strong. One thing is for sure, if you want to improve your sex life tenfold, then strengthening your vaginal muscles in the number one way to do it.

I couldn’t wait to be inside her … had no interest in waiting. I eased the entire length of my cock into her wetness. Normally I wouldn’t have done that. Foreplay is, to me, an art form. Something to be prolonged, enjoyed. Drive the lady wild: tease her, stroke her, lick her, taste her. Then fuck her. This time, however, I separated her legs, stroked the head of my cock up and down her open pussy, rolled it around on the distended clit. Then … I pushed in.

The squeeze on my cock was there immediately. She stared at me with those big eyes, her mouth open.

“You feel that?” she asked; contracted those muscles again.

“Oh, shit … mother-fucker!” I said. At least I thought I did. Most likely it was just an un-intelligible moan.

Slowly, I eased my cock back out until only the head was still inside her. The grip of her pussy was tight around me for the entire stroke.

She just looked at me, laughed. It was like she was playing with me, and she knew it.

“How do you do that?” I asked. “Who taught you, how did you learn that?”

How to Do PC Muscle casino oyna Exercises

Locate your PC muscle. The pubococcygeus muscle forms the floor of the pelvic cavity and stretches like a hammock from the pubic bone to the bottom of the spine. Pretend that you are urinating, then try to stop the flow with a quick muscle contraction. That muscle you just used to stop the flow from the bladder is your PC muscle. Try to keep your stomach and thigh muscles relaxed and focus only on the PC muscle.

Flex the PC muscle twenty times. Hold it for one or two seconds each time, then release. Repeat this three times a day, three to four times per week. Breathe normally during this exercise and try to avoid holding your breath.

Add ten really slow squeezes to each set. Take five seconds to slowly squeeze your PC as tight as you can. Now hold the tension for a full five seconds, if possible, and release gradually over the next five seconds.

We began fucking once a week, maybe every ten day.

It wasn’t a plan; we never discussed it. It just happened. Sometimes at my place, sometimes in the front seat of my truck … sometimes outdoors. She had a risqué streak re: doing-it in almost, but not quite, in public places … the risk of getting caught. Once we fucked in a restaurant parking lot, in the triangle formed by a row of hedges, the truck door, and the truck itself. Her, all the time, holding her phone to her ear … in make-believe conversation with her mother!

In my bed later, I asked. “You don’t have a boyfriend?”

“I had one … two actually … at school.”

She leaned forward, resting her upper body weight on her extended arms, her palms flat on the bed on either side of my shoulders. ‘Cowgirl’ was her favorite position. I wasn’t complaining. She leaned down, lowered a nipple to my mouth.

“They live somewhere else,” she said.

She lifted her hips, clinched the walls of her pussy around my impaled cock; released the ‘hug’, slammed down hard against my pelvic bone.

“Anyway, I was getting tired of them.”

Over time she found a ‘local’ boy, a banker apprentice; then a second fellow, an engineer, she had known from high school, an ex-athlete.

“Somebody to go out dancing with, take to parties.”

“You fuck them?” I asked, moving my mouth away from the warm wet spot between her legs.

“Of course,” she said. “But, they’re still learning how.”

She caught her hands in my hair, pulled me back to that spot.

“Lick me,” she said, reached with the fingers of one hand to spread herself wider. “Merde! … Oh, yes!” My tongue back where she wanted it, needed. “Oh, sweet Jesus … you sure know how!”

She seemed to not want to meet at her apartment. She never said; I just decided the didn’t want one of her “real” boyfriends coming by, finding her with an “older man” in her bed, licking the taste of her, in her bed … in her pussy.

Clench your PC muscle longer and more. After about two weeks, you should be able to stretch your PC muscle easier and for longer durations. Like any muscle in the body, it responds to stimulus and grows with use. Next, try upping the length of the flex and go for more flexes.

Instead of a one or two second hold, try to clench your PC muscle for five to seven seconds. Try twenty reps, three times a day, shooting for up to 50 reps, three times a day. Once you get the hang of it, you’ll should learn how to clench your vaginal and anus sphincter muscle separately or at the same time.

After the a couple of months it became obvious that the squeezes were stronger, the grip of her pussy tighter on my cock. Lasted longer.

“You’ve been exercising your pussy,” I told her, asked.

She grinned, squeezed, held me tight for ten-fifteen seconds. slot oyna She moved herself up and down on my shaft, it buried deep inside her … her riding me cow girl style.

“You like?”

“Oh … sweet Jesus!” I managed; one hand on her hip, the other holding one of her marvelous tits.

She laughed. “Oh, god … I’m gonna cum!” Her eyes closed, her mouth open, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

I felt the wetness of her running down onto pelvic, down the crease between my ass cheeks.

Do the PC tremble exercise. Start clenching your PC muscle very slowly. So slowly, in fact, that it takes you several minutes to work up to the point where you are fully clenching. Now that you are fully clenching, clench a little more and hold it there for 30 seconds, breathing slowly all the while. When you feel the burn, release and do 20 normal PC clenches. Perform this exercise at the end of your PC workouts for the day.

Lying Eyes … The Eagles … came out of my phone: her ring.

“I’m not wearing any panties,” she said.

“Where are you?” I asked, “I’ll be right there.”

“You can’t … I’m in a staff meeting.”

“Oh … are you paying attention?”

“No … I’m doing the PC stutter exercise.”

“The what,” I asked.

“Stutter exercise … pretending my pussy is running up and down the stairs.”

“Oh, shit,” I said. “Get out of that fuckin’ meeting. I’ll pick you up in the parking lot. Ten minutes.”

“No, no! … ” I didn’t hear the rest. I was already headed to the door, fishing the keys out of my pocket. My cock already getting hard.

Do the PC stutter exercise. All this is flexing your PC muscle in increments. Tighten your PC a bit by bit. Start off gently — hold the PC there for a little bit — then a bit more then “gentle.” When you have stuttered your PC all the way up to a full clench, don’t release the muscle fully; work gently back down, first releasing a little bit, then a bit more, and so on. Imagine that you are running up and down a staircase with your PC muscle.

Don’t overexercise. Combine any of the basic and intermediate exercises together, but only flex your PC muscles for 50 reps and 3 sets per day. Overstimulation can result in muscle fatigue.

Advanced Exercises

Sunday morning …The Eagles came on again: Lying Eyes

“Did you see Sherry last night?” she asked. She knew that there was fifty-something year old … very un-grandmotherly! … grandmother with whom I kept company sometimes.

“No,” I said. “Went to bed early with a good book.”

“What a waste,” she said. “I’ll be there in thirty minutes. … Oh, don’t touch your cock until I get there. Anticipation will do him a world of good.”

“We’re gonna workout together,” she said, walking in the door.

Not: “Good morning … or … did you sleep good … or … kiss my ass ( which I gladly would have done! ) … Just: “we’re gonna workout together.”

“Oh, tell me.”

“I’m gonna show you,” she said. She stuck her thumbs into the waist band of my running shorts, pushed them down.

My back against the head board, her sitting on my hard cock, her knees tucked underneath her ass, she squeezed me; held the ‘little hug’ for twenty or so seconds.

“Your turn,” she said. “I want to feel him move inside me.”

I thrust upward with my hips.

“No … no!” she said. “Don’t move your hips, just your cock. Make him move against my G-spot.”

I did.

“Oh, yes! … Do that again. … Je vais te baiser! … Merde, Putain!”

She made me do it until I couldn’t. My poor cock would be sore for a week!

But, she made up for. She got on her back, wrapped her legs around my waist, dug her heels into my back. Every-time I pulled back, almost to the canlı casino siteleri vermillion head, she clamped down, milking the semen from me; she emptied my balls … left me helpless. Fucked me as I had never been fucked … a world class fuck. The things that legends are made of.

She left me her panties, with instructions: ” … stand in front of the mirror, drape these over your cock,” she said. “Do thirty ‘cock-ups’ … three times a day.

Do PC muscle exercises with your partner.

Doing PC exercises while having sex can be productive and fun. The male partner gets erect, penetrates the female, and the pair take turns doing PC muscle exercises — he flexes, then she flexes, and so on. Just make sure that your partner is as keen on doing exercise as you are.

Do the PC squeeze with an erection. Massage your penis until you have an erection. Gradually massage your penis until you are at the brink of orgasm. Stop massaging immediately and start contracting your PC muscles. Once your erection begins to go flaccid, massage your penis until you are at the brink of orgasm again. Contract your PC muscles and repeat until your PC muscles are adequately worked.

If you accidentally orgasm during this exercise, your PC muscles probably aren’t strong enough for advanced exercises yet. Focus on mastering the intermediate techniques before moving on to the advanced sets.

Lying Eyes: “Did you do it?” she asked.

“I tried,” I told her.

“Oh? … You tried?”

“Ah … it was working until I fired off a shot onto the mirror. … Took me ten minute to cleans up the mess.”

She laughed. “You have to work harder on control.”

“Fuck you,” I said.

“No … I going to Chicago for the week. … I’ll call when I get back. Work harder.'” She hung up.

She texted me half way through the week: Do the blitz PC exercise the text read.

What the fuck is the “blitz exercise?” I texted back.

‘Look it is up,’ she answered. ‘Don’t you know about Google?’

This one is very hard to do, because it involves different clenching strengths and variable reps. Find yourself a spot where you’ll feel comfortable for 10-20 minutes. Remember to breathe as you exercise.

Do 50 PC clenches as a warm-up. Next, squeeze your PC muscle as tightly as you can, holding for 30 seconds.

Then, perform 100 PC clenches without resting. Clench for two seconds, relax for two seconds, and so on. … Next, try clenching your PC muscle as tightly as you can. Shoot for one minute of gut-wrenching clenching.

‘Pick me up at the airport,’ the text read. ‘7:40 PM … straight to your house. … have red wine, will share.’

‘Are you wearing panties?’ I texted back.

After a slight delay she answered, ‘I was.’

The summer dress, when I watched her come through the gate, was cut just above the knees, a narrow belt at the waist. Nipples pushed out against the fabric. She wore, I knew, nothing else … just the dress and a pair of sandals. Hugging me, she passed her left hand just under my chin. The smell of her waifed over my mouth, my nose; she slipped the panties into my right pocket.

She didn’t let me touch her, once inside my house.

“I want to see,” she said. “Show me what you can do.”

I dropped the jeans into a puddle around my ankles, stepped out of them. I draped the panties across my already hard cock … did a series of ‘cock-ups.’

She clapped her hands together, laughed. “Oh, goody,” she said. She unbuckled the belt, dropped it to the floor. She lifted the hem of the dress up to her waist, showing off her trimmed, ‘landing-strip’ of blond pubic hair. Her left hand reached out and grasped me.

“Put you finger in me,” she said,

I inserted a finger, then two … found her G-spot. She squeezed, with unbelievable strength, them together.

“Je vais te baiser,” she said.

… Rest for two minutes. … Next, do 50 5-second clenches where you slowly relax at the end. Your workout is finally finished!

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She immediately inhaled my now fully erect, monstrous cock and was getting very acquainted with it in no time. Her sweet lips were gliding down on my cock and I’d feel the gentle yet firm suction of her mouth. Sometimes she’d gently glide her teeth along the shaft on the way up hissing in the process, while dripping lots of saliva on the chocolate pipe.

Her hands were equally lethal, just finding the sweetest spots on the shaft while caressing it up and down. Mom’s blowjobs were wet and very sloppy. Saliva was just running down my shiny, glistening cock onto my balls and the bed, leaving a wet spot right under my ass.

Because she had me in another realm with her mouth, with this incredible mind blowing cock worship, I never saw or heard Dad enter the room until he spoke.

“You know what I love about this bitch son?” He instantly brought me back down to reality with that question.

“Oh hey Dad…uh…what do you love about her?” I sheepishly and embarrassingly inquired not being comfortable about his reaction to all this despite what she told me.

“She knows her fucking place in this world, don’t you slut?”

*Slurp!* “Mmm…You know it DADDY!” *slurp!* *Slurp!* She happily and proudly replied like a true slut.

“And where is your place slut?” He asked her with a thunderous slap on her ass making her flinch, squirm and moan to the obvious sting.

To the uninitiated, Dad has a home-renovating contracting business and has developed some very rough hands that feel like leather working with bricks, beams of lumber and various materials in that industry. So I know she was feeling these slaps across her beautiful ample ass cheeks.

“Oooo…between my MASTER’S legs worshiping his BIG-NIGGA-COCK DADDY…Mmm….”

*SMACK!* “AND WHAT IS YOUR CHARGE SLUT?” *SMACK!”

“AYEEEEEEE…OOOOOOO…G-GoD! SHIT!” She screamed as she was writhing in pain.

Those last two smacks stung and seeing her squirm had awoken a monster in me. She stopped stroking my cock to register and ride out the pain. I instinctively grabbed her hair and pulled her head up to face me. I now felt like a predator about to have his first meal and said:

“Don’t you fucking stop worshiping my cock slut, answer YOUR KING or face my wrath. What is your fucking charge you cum-guzzling-cock-teaser?”

“OHHHHHHH…YES MY PRINCE….YES!” She immediately resumed stroking and worshiping my cock and received two more thunderous ass slap from dad as he was proudly winking and smiling at me.

“To give my body willingly to you both. For I love, worship and serve you both-my AFRO-KINGS, MY SUPERIORS. Like no mother or wife has ever loved a husband and son.”

“Very good ho, now answer me this, do you love my son-your PRINCE?” *SMACK!* He commanded.

“Mmmm…oh yes DADDY with all my heart I so love my PRINCE- your glorious seed so dearly.”

“Are you in love with my son, your future KING you nigga-dick-loving-slut?” Despite the pain, she looked deeply inside my eyes and spoke to me while still stroking and kissing my cock every chance she got. She was a trooper and could take some pain. I am really loving my mom.

And with tears of joy and pure lust in her eyes she replied, “Mmm…I am so in love with you my NUBIAN PRINCE. I love you with all my heart and will serve as best I can.” And gave me the warmest smile once she finished.

*SMACK* “Do you love me, your KING?” Pops demanded.

“My KING…I not only love you but I worship the ground you walk on. Your word is my law. You are the most perfect man I know and live for your happiness my KING. Nothing makes me happier.”

Her head was turned to look him in the eyes as she spoke those words. This was strange, so kinky and sexy. I’ve never felt love like this and was now becoming addicted to it. I couldn’t go back-out even I wanted to at this point. It was then I decided that this was going to be my lifestyle from now on.

“Good girl…now it’s time to atone for you sassiness. Son, she’s made me aware that she’s been cock-teasing you since you’ve been home is this true?”

“Oh hell yeah. This bitch was fucking tormenting me on a regular basis.” I quickly replied. It was time for payback, time to repay this bitch for all of the frustration, misery and raging hard-on she caused me. I saw the fear and excitement in her eyes when I looked down on her, as though she was saying not you too, please don’t punish me my Son. Then something strange was awoken in me. I felt the need to dominate and exert my power over her. And with pops right there encouraging me, I felt very strong and casino oyna ready to conquer the world. The wolf in me has arisen.

I got up and exchanged places with my father. She was between his legs sucking his cock and I was the one smacking her phat ass, caressing her sweet, soft, red cheeks and talking to her.

“So mom, this is the sweet ass you’ve been torturing me with. Will you ever tease me and not please me with it again?” SMACK SMACK*

“Oooowww, no my Prince please forgive me I beg you.” She screamed

“NO! Take it like the slut you are. Suck his cock you cock-teasing whore.” SMACK*

“Yes my Prince.” She gobbled and deep-throated pops who had the biggest grin on his face watching his son master his wife. After slobbering and choking on his cock to my satisfaction I announced, “now it’s time to see if this slut is worthy of our nigga cocks in her pops. Get up so she can lick your ass.”

“Good idea son, you’re evil just like me.” He said as he grinned, got up, turned around on his fours and stuck his ass out.

*SMACK* “Lick his ass slut, lick your KING’S ass and make sure you clean it good.” *SMACK*

All that could be heard were her muffled moans as she dived and had her face buried in my father’s ass while I was shoving her face up it. My cock was throbbing and begging for release during this hot scene. So I spat in my hand to lube the head a little and shoved my BIG PHAT BLACK cock up her ass to both of our delight. Now it was my turn to torture that slut and I was determined to make her pay for all that teasing with my rock hard cock up her ass.

So I tormented her by inserting that hard COCK just past the head. “That’s all you get for now slut, just the head. That big FAT BULBOUS HEAD, since like BULBOUS heads so much.”

“Oh GOD…my Prince, please …”

“Yeah yeah…*SMACK* … get back to eatin ASS slut, you weren’t told to speak.” *SMACK* I interjected.

I couldn’t believe what I was saying and doing to her. This scene had me in a deep trance and that squishy, suctioning noise from me shoving my girthy black pipe up her fat white ass, combined with her constant moans and pleading was feeding the lusty beast in me. The dormant wolf was out. All I wanted to do was Dominate her, the way Dad was. I was power hungry and she was feeding and nurturing the young wolf- soon to be King. I now know what she meant when she said, “through me you will remember.”

I gripped and choked my already hard shaft with my right hand, trapping the blood, thereby making an already swollen and fat cock head even fatter and pulsing with lust, taking up all kinds of space in that oh so tight hole making it wider, and that slut was loving every stroke of it.

“Oh my Prince, yes…take me…take my ass…fuck my ass, it’s yours. Take it please.”

“*SMACK* …Bitch you don’t tell me what to do, I’ll take that ass when I please, not when you say. Get back to licking your King’s ass and don’t stop until you’re told.” I barked as I shoved her face back up my Dad’s ass to his delight evidenced by his laughter.

“Yes my NUBIAN PRINCE.” She mumbled.

I was having the time of my life sliding the head in and out of her eagerly anticipating asshole. She was ready for a reaming and was whimpering after each poke anticipating the feel of my long and girthy shaft that would eventually come at my discretion. Just when she got used to my rhythmic poking of her asshole with my head, I slowly and sweetly slid the entire shaft up that sweet hole.

“Oooooohhhhhh FUUUUUUUCKKK…Ohhhhhh….Yes….my sweet PRIINCE….”

Now I was getting my dues. This was for all the nights I laid up in my bed stroking myself to sleep. “…*STROKE*…OHHHHHHH!!!”

This is for wishing I could fuck the beautiful, large PHAT WHITE ASS that haunted me since my return. The PHAT WHITE ASS she was proudly strutting in my presence with no shame.

“*STROKE*…OHHH my PRINCE….OHHH SHIT IT’S SOOOO BIG….”

The PHAT WHITE ASS that’s caused me so much anguish, grief and confusion. Dayum retribution feels and strokes so good.

*STROKE* *STROKE* *STROKE* *STROKE* *STROKE*

“TAKE IT BITCH. TAKE ALL OF IT. All those times you were teasing me with that ASS. The many times you made my DICK hard and dripping with precum with that ass. TAKE IT BITCH.” I reminded her while pumping that long black steel all the way up her ass.

*STROKE*”OH MY GOD…I’m so so sorry my PRINCE…please forgive my sassiness.” *STROKE*

“FUCK THAT. TAKE IT BITCH!…*STROKE* The many nights and days I laid up in this bed stroking myself slot oyna after you came in my room and left me with nothing more than a hard-on and a confused head. TAKE IT BITCH.!*STROKE* *STROKE* *STROKE*”

I was now slamming that hard, angry and frustrated cock deep into her.

“*SLAM* *SLAM* TAKE!”

“Oooooowwwwww!!”

*SLAM* “ALLL!”

“Ayyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”

*SLAM* “OF THAT!” *SLAM* *SLAM* *SLAM* *SLAM*

“OH GOD I’m CUMMMMING PRINCE…yes….OH GOD YESSSSSS! PLEASE FASTER. MORE PLEASE my PRINCE!”

With that I was hittin that PHAT WHITE ASS with all the power and speed I could muster while holding on to her hips with dear life. It felt so good that I busted my nut all up in there. Pops turned around and let off into her sweet mouth. We were all locked in a cosmic orgasm that had us creaming at the top of our lungs. And it all came to a very climatic end that fast.

We fell asleep in my bed, exhausted from that torrid threesome. I was nicely awakened in the morning morning by mom’s sweet lips wrapped around my cock. She looked up and smiled lovingly at me when she felt me stirring. “Good morning my PRINCE. How are you feeling today handsome?”

I stretched, yawned, rubbed my eyes and replied. “Oh man, apart from this hunger, I feel fucking great. Thanks to you mom.”

She kissed my cock and replied, “Mmm…You are so welcome my beautiful Prince.”

“Yeah yeah just make sure you get breakfast ready slut. I’m starvin too. This bitch can wear a brotha out right son?” Dad laughed while stretching with both arms above his head. He then got up, walked around the bed, positioned himself behind Anna who nstinctively and without looking, rose her ass up in the air and presented it to him as though it was a sacrificial offering. He smacked it a couple of times randomly switching hands and cheeks for a few seconds then said.

“Mmmm…Time for some good ole vitamin A, right bitch?” Giving Anna the most loving and lustful look after saying that.

“Oh yes my KING, please have my ASS and worship it as you will my KING.” She replied adoringly.

“You see son, this black man’s weakness is a big ASS. I just have to bury my face in it every dayum day.”

He then lowered his head to her swaying ass and began to kiss and lick each cheek so lovingly. I’ve never seen dad like this. Like me he truly was an ASSMAN. He was in his own heaven as he parted her cheeks, took a deep whiff of her ass crack and moaned as the sweet pungent smell of her ass invaded his nostrils. Instantaneously his cock jumped and immediately hardened in response to the smell, feel and visuals. By then she was slobbering, spitting and stroking all over my now fully erect cock. So as he was worshiping her ass, she was worshiping my cock. This was truly heaven.

He was now tonguing her anus deeply and lovingly while smacking it randomly. The more furious he loved her ass the more intense her cock sucking got and it was driving me wild and to the brink of shooting that day’s first load in her mouth. It was getting harder and harder to fight that nut. Finally he did it. The tongue lashing he was giving her ass finally paid off when he brought her to climatic orgasm. She stopped sucking and stroking to ride out the sheer pleasure he had given her. Although her mouth was wide open, no sound came out and I could see her throat expand with her veins bulging at the side of her neck until she finally let out a low but loud moan and dropping her head to the bed like it weighed a ton.

“OHHHHHHHH…MY…G-GOD…OHHHHHHH….SHHHHHHHIIIIITTTT….MY KING….OHHHH…YESS…MY KING…THANK YOU…OH FUCK THAT WAS GOOD!”

He stood up and had the biggest smile on his face. She sat up, gave him a huge hug and they kissed. He smacked her ass and said, “get back to my son.”

“Yes sir!” She quickly replied and she looked down at my fully hard COCK begging for attention from her.

By now the room was bright as it was flooded by sunlight coming in from the windows. It was then she finally took in my size since it was dark when she first experienced me.

She then grabbed that bobbing cock and was feverishly sucking it while looking at me deeply and talking to me in the process. She was so fucking sexy.

“You are a beautiful Prince. Such a beautiful man with a beautiful cock….Mmmmm!”

“Thank you mom, glad you like it.” I replied, allowing her to sit and ride my pulsating COCK.

“Like it? I LOVE IT son. You are such a beautiful man. I want you inside me all the time. I want you to take and control me. I LOVE YOU son.”

“I canlı casino siteleri love you too mom…mmmm.”

This exchange was so hot, even Dad felt it and was stroking his cock watching his wife-my mom riding me with passion while giving him random glances and encouraging him to stroke it for her.

“Yes my KING, stroke that big black cock for me. You like the way I fuck your son?”

“Oh yes, you nasty slut, ride my seed.” He was stroking his cock with the same fever pitch her ass was rising and dropping on me. The visual combination of both their actions and the sweet feeling of her pussy on my pulsating cock was weakening me.

“Such a nasty KING you are, jerking off watching me ride and grind your son’s cock. God I love you KING.”

“Ah shit, son, she’s such a nasty slut aint she?”

“Hell yeah dad, she’s the best. You are so lucky Dad, so fucking lucky to have a wife like her.”

“Oh look at you two bonding over me.”

“But he’s right, I am lucky, the luckiest man in the world right now to have a such a beautiful and sexy wife that takes care of me and my son. I LOVE YOU BABY.” He said while maintaining that furious pace on his cock.

“Oh GOD, I love you two, I so dearly love my men.” She said as she was furiously riding and grinding on me in the process. This was such a hot scene. Dad took a few steps closer to her and presented his cock to her adoring mouth. She was sucking him with love, the love only a soul mate can give.

“She’s the best right son?” He asked as he was stroking her hair and shoving his HUGE COCK in her mouth making her gag.

“Fuck…yes Dad, simply the best and greatest.”

“Oh fuck this going to make cum….OH SHIT…OH…SHIT!”

She was bouncing on me real fast and hard and upon hearing she was cumming, I finally let go and announced that I too was coming. Upon hearing that she opened her mouth and amazingly swallowed his entire first load and was able to completely engulf his cock with her mouth to take in all the subsequent shots of cum in her mouth and kept swallowing.

As she was caressing and kissing his now limp but still swollen cock, thanking him for the huge load he just deposited down her throat moaning and staring deeply and lovingly in his eyes. After she finished draining his balls he had his right arm around her embracing her and kissing her on the forehead. I then sat up and hugged them both. We were absorbing the high of the moment and bonding. I felt closer to them than anyone in my life. It then occurred to me that that morning’s events was a celebration and devotion to her-our slut. We were showing her how much we loved appreciated her as a woman. It felt so good.

This beautiful moment was interrupted by our grumbling stomachs. “Let me get my beautiful men some food. What would you like my handsome PRINCE?” She asked me with the most adoration in her voice as she smiled.

“Hmm…I could tear through some eggs, sausage and those delicious peach pancakes you make mom.”

She smiled and caressed my face and said, “alright son and what about you my KING? How may I satisfy your hunger this morning?” She asked while looking up at him as she was gently caressing his face as well.

“I’ll have the same love. You know how I like my eggs and sprinkle some of that grated smoked Gouda cheese that I love….hehehe.”

“Alright you two get yourselves ready while I whip this up.” She was smiling and clearly in bliss surrounded by those she loves.

She jumped off the bed, slipped on her satin Kimono that was on my computer chair as well as he slippers and happily made her way to the kitchen. After a few steps she stopped and turned around to look at us and I could see the joy in her eyes and heart. She sighed and said, “how lucky can a girl get?” Laughed and headed out of the room into the kitchen. She couldn’t help but add an extra switch to her ass while she was walking cause she just knew we were staring at that phat ass. And when she made it to the door she turned her head slightly to confirm that we were indeed checking her sexy ass out. We were both squeezing our cocks in unison and biting our lower lips while smiling at her. She laughed and disappeared into the hallway.

“She is one sexy bitch dad! You hit the jackpot when you bagged this one.”

He laughed, padded me on my right shoulder, looked at me and said, “thank you son. I’m glad you appreciate my wife uh.. your mom…hahahaha.”

When he said “mom”, I instinctively thought of my biological mother and wondered what really happened between them and how did he go from a being a black revolutionary to being blissfully in love with this beautiful and sexy goddess of a white woman cooking our breakfast. So I asked him about it and his face turned grim as he was now forced to relive some painful memories of his past.

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