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I was sitting close to Mister B while he drove us home. My head resting on his shoulder, and unbelievably, my right hand between his slightly parted thighs cradling his scrotum. His balls were very heavy in my small hand.

The fear and panic I’d experienced moments earlier had subsided into resignation and regret.

How could I have been so naive? I wondered over and over. John, you’ve known him over a month – you knew darn well how much he has wanted you all this time. You knew he would do anything to have sex with you – how could you not see this coming?

The car slowed down then stopped at a red light.

He said, “Kiss me, boy!”

What could I do? I had no choice but to turn my face to his and kiss him full on the mouth.

When the light turned green he patted my head and said, “Joanie, don’t be so sad…I already gave you the greatest orgasm of your life and there will many, many more to come – so to speak, hahaha…”

I didn’t respond but I had to grudgingly and ashamedly agree with him. The climax he’d given me had been overwhelmingly mind-numbing even though he’d made me cum in my briefs. I glanced down at the huge wet stain on the crotch of my beige shorts. It amazed me how quickly the hot sperm and semen that exploded from my prick had turned so cold inside my undies.

“W-What are you going to do with the, uh, video?” I cautiously asked him.

“I think of that as my insurance policy, sweetie,” he replied.

I was confused. “Insurance policy? Insurance for what?” I asked him.

“Joanie, let me just say that over the years I’ve met several boys like you…” he began. “Boys who need extra motivation and a purpose in life. That is why I made the video.”

I was becoming frustrated with his mysterious answers. “I don’t understand,” I sighed exasperated.

“You are a headstrong and independent boy…just because you performed for me once doesn’t guarantee your obedience to me in the future…if I hadn’t shown it to you would you be holding my balls for me right now?” he asked.

“No…no I guess not,” I grudgingly admitted to him.

“Of course not,” he said. “A boy like you…a boy so far in denial – a boy so out of touch with reality sometimes needs a hard slap across the face to wake him up. Do you understand?”

Oh yeah, it was crystal clear. “You’re going to use the video to blackmail me into having more sex with you!”

“Oh sweetie, ‘blackmail’ is such a harsh term…like I said, I consider the video as my insurance policy…here, I want you to watch it again…” he said handing me his cell phone.

I had to hold it in my left hand and he hit ‘play.’ I was forced to once again watch my degradation. This time, however, I concentrated on listening to the audio. I was so shocked by what I saw the first time he showed it to me, I didn’t really hear all of his comments.

The video begins with his long and slender cock already in my mouth. He’d had me go slow at first, my head barely moving up and down his erection; his hard cock disappearing into my mouth a fraction-of-an-inch at a time.

For a brief moment, I felt a surge of hope. The camera angle was such that it showed the top of my head, my forehead and nose, and I could clearly see his hard penis sliding in and out between a pair of lips, but the rest of my face was almost unrecognizable.

Sure, I know it is me doing that for him, but could anyone else swear that it was me sucking his cock?

“Ohhh yes, that feels sooo good, Johnny…I can already tell you love sucking cock…”

He hadn’t begun videoing until after his initial instructions of “be careful with your teeth – do not bite it” and “always keep your tongue moving firmly on the cock in your mouth.”

“Ohhh, you’re such a good boy, Johnny…your tongue feels wonderful…move your head up and down a little faster now…ohhhh, that is perfect – keep sucking just like that, Johnny!”

Suddenly the hairs on the back of my neck stood straight – what the hell? He’d pronounced my name perfectly, not once – not twice – but three times!! He didn’t say ‘Joanie” – he clearly said ‘Johnny’ – the excuse that I didn’t understand his southern accent had been phony all along!

“Ohhh yes, suck my cock, Johnny…you are a wonderful little cocksucker!”

He quit talking for a minute or two. All I could hear were his moans of pleasure, and the wet, sucking noises coming from my mouth. They were the most obscene sounds I’d ever heard.

A moment of clarity washed over me. The boy in the video appeared to be totally into the cock in his mouth. The groans coming from his throat grew louder and deeper. He enthusiastically quickened his pace. His head rapidly bobbing up and down on the pole of flesh in his mouth displayed his eagerness to provide the man he was servicing with as much pleasure as possible.

I thought: Oh my God…anyone seeing this would automatically assume the boy absolutely LOVES sucking cock! How did this happen? What was I thinking?

“I’m getting close, Johnny – keep sucking – go faster…yes, oh yes…here it comes, Johnny, swallow it all Johnny casino oyna – oh yes, swallow my cum Brandon John Michaels – good boy, don’t spill a drop – swallow it all Brandon John Michaels – yes – yes – YESSSSSSSSS…”

Any hopes I had about not being recognizable in the video were crushed while Mister B was ejaculating in my mouth and I was madly gulping it down – he’d called out my full name TWICE!

When I licked the last dribble of cum from his slit, that’s when he had reached for my crotch and squeezed my throbbing prick. All hell broke loose inside my undies.

“Mister B – oh my God – oh my God – ohmygod-ohmygod-ohmygod-ohmygod-ohmygod…”

The final scene of the video might be the most damning. I was still in the afterglow of orgasm and didn’t notice the cell phone pointed at me.

“Sweetie, use your lips and tongue to clean my cock, okay?” he said to me.

I could forgive the dreamy expression on my face due to the orgasm, but the way I smiled at him and replied, “Yes, Mister B” was inexcusable.

And when the camera followed my head to his crotch and caught my tongue slowly and lovingly lapping-up the remaining sperm and semen from his now-flaccid penis, I knew for sure I could never let anyone else in the world ever see this video.

***

We were close to home. The light where we turn left changed to red and Mister B said, “Joanie, give me a kiss.”

I couldn’t let it go this time. “Why do you call me that? You distinctly said ‘John’ and ‘Johnny’ in the video – why do you keep calling me ‘Joanie’?”

“Sweetie, don’t be upset…’John’ is an old and distinguished name throughout history…there were many great and manly men named ‘John’…try not to take this the wrong way, but I just don’t see you like them…when we met and you said your name was ‘John’ – I immediately thought ‘Joan’ was a more appropriate name for you.”

Huh? What does that mean?

We turned the corner and half way down the block he pulled into his driveway and parked in the open garage.

There was enough light in the garage so when he turned to me I saw the smile on his face.

“Joanie,” he said, “…about that kiss…”

I sighed and pressed my lips to his. A soft, gentle, lingering kiss.

When he pulled away from me, he said, “Joanie, give my penis a kiss before you put it away and fasten my clothes.”

Huh? What? He’s got to be kidding me!

I saw in his eyes he was deadly serious so I didn’t protest. When I lowered my head and grasped the base of his prick I found he was getting hard already. I kissed it midway up the shaft.

“The cockhead, Joanie, always kiss the cockhead and give it a lick over the slit,” he softly explained.

It was the single most humiliating act I’d ever performed for another human being. The funny thing is, between his dirty commands and my meek obedience to him, I sprung another boner inside my cum-soaked briefs.

When my task was completed I sat upright and Mister B blatantly stared at the small tent in my shorts.

He laughed and said, “Oh yes, you are a precious little boy…you have so much to learn but I have a feeling you’re going to love every minute of it!”

My face turned beet red and my boner twitched and pulsated. Once again I had to ask myself: What the hell is wrong with me?

Outside the car, Mister B walked towards the door leading to the house. I started to walk for the open garage door.

“Where are you going?” he asked me.

“I need to go home and change clothes,” I stammered defensively looking down at the huge wet stain on my shorts.

“Nonsense,” he shot back at me. “I have clothes here you will wear.”

WOW. His choice of language startled me. Shouldn’t he have said, ‘I have clothes here you ‘can’ wear?

I walked to him as he was pressing the button to close the garage door. I heard the straining gears as the door slowly lowered.

Mister B walked inside the house but I couldn’t help staring at the quickly disappearing sunshine and light of the outside, free world.

Mister B shook me from my reverie. “Joanie, come inside!”

My hands began to tremble as I stepped into the house and he slammed the door closed behind me.

***

“Sweetie, you’ll feel better after a shower,” he said as I followed him into his bedroom thinking I’d rather he call me ‘Joanie’ than ‘Sweetie.’

I have seen his room and have used the master bathroom in the past. A huge bedroom with a king-size bed, and a large bathroom with not only a walk-in shower but a bathtub as well.

Both rooms reek of money. I knew Mister B was a very wealthy man, but I have never heard how he made, or makes his money.

He sat at a large oak desk, fired-up his computer and said over his shoulder to me, “Joanie, take off your clothes and lay them on the bed!” like it was the most natural thing in the world to say to a guest.

In what was maybe my last act of defiance, I stood motionless near the bed asking myself ‘John, what kind of guy are you? How can you just do whatever he tells you to do? It’s not right – be a man and stand up slot oyna for yourself!’

He pulled his iPhone out of his pocket, connected a cord to the phone and plugged the other end into the computer.

“I’m going to download our sexy video so we can watch it whenever we want…who knows – I may even email it to some people you know so they can watch it too!” he said.

Oh noooooo…I had given him all the email addresses of friends and family back home when I filled out the application for the apartment. I was doomed…

He casually glanced at me and asked, “Are you still dressed?”

My face was now white with fear. An hour earlier in the car it all seemed surreal, almost like I was dreaming I had a hard cock in my mouth. Now though the reality of the situation struck me hard like a slap up-side my head.

My hands began undressing my body but my mind was lost in a far-off fog of despair and uncertainty. There was no longer any question of obeying Mister B. I would have to perform whatever queer-things he wanted, but that doesn’t mean I have to lose my dignity and soul.

“I have to go to the bathroom, Mister B,” I said to him.

When he turned I saw his eyes drinking in my nudity. He motioned towards the bathroom and said, “Go for it.” I felt his eyes on me the whole way.

I lifted the lid and seat and Mister B called out, “No Joanie, that’s wrong!”

Huh? What? “Uh, what do you mean?” I asked.

“From now on you will sit when you pee…no matter when it is or wherever you are at, you will always sit when you pee, understand me?” he said.

Huh? What? My face was burning hot from ear to ear.

“Joanie, do you understand me?” he called out again.

In a small voice I replied, “Yes, Mister B” and lowered the seat and sat down to take a leak for the first time in my life.

John, I said to myself, I have a feeling you’re going to be doing a lot of things for the first time in your life!

The white porcelain bowl to my right caught my attention. I had used this bathroom once before and afterwards had to ask Mister B what the strange bowl is used for.

He smiled and said, “That is a bidet…my boys squat over that to clean their pussies after we make love…” and then of course, he added a typically crude comment, “I’ll be teaching you how to use it very soon!”

A shiver raced up and down my spine. I had asked my gay neighbors, Jessie and Mike, if they had ever heard of a bidet. They’d laughed and Jessie said, “Of course, silly, that is where boys like you and me wash ourselves after satisfying your man!”

‘Boys like you and me?’ ‘Satisfying your man?’ What does that even mean?

I couldn’t see him at the desk but I heard his voice say to me, “When you finish, Sweetie, always use one square of toilet tissue to wipe your pee slit dry, do you understand me?”

Oh my God, how demeaning is this? What is he doing to me? Why does he want me to act like a girl?

“Y-Yes, Mister B,” I replied.

After I did what I had been told to do, I stood and flushed the toilet.

“Go ahead and take a shower,” he called out to me.

The words automatically came out of my mouth. “Yes, Mister B.”

***

Standing under the water in the walk-in shower seemed really weird. No curtain or door, I was totally exposed to anyone who happened to come into the bathroom.

On the plus side though, the dual sprays felt wonderful, and there was plenty of room to move around on the marble floor.

I love to take long, hot showers. It is a small and inconsequential pleasure, but a pleasure nonetheless.

I was about to shut-off the water when the bathroom door opened and in walked Mister B. He was wearing the dark brown, silk robe I’d seen him wear several times.

“Okay, I’m ready for you, Sweetie!” he announced.

Ready for me? Ready for what?

He slipped out of the robe and hung it on a hook on the door. When he faced me I couldn’t help but look at the erection jutting majestically straight out from his crotch.

Again I must have stared at it a little too long (what the hell is wrong with me) because he smiled, held the base with a couple fingers then waved it at me and said, “Heh-heh, did you miss this, Sweetie?” and walked into the shower, took me in his arms and kissed me hard on the lips.

He broke the kiss and staring down into my eyes said, “Sweetie, today is the first day of the rest of your life…everything that came before will become a faint and distant memory…very soon you will consider yourself to be the luckiest boy alive!”

Oh my goodness! My heart pounded.

He said, “Today, I’m going to teach you how I like to be washed, but first…” and his eyes lowered to his erection. He placed a finger to my lips and lightly traced it back and forth.

That simple gesture made my blood boil. I knew what he wanted from me. I sprung a boner.

I was slowly dropping to my knees but he stopped me and pointed to the end of the shower where I saw an area large enough to sit on the marble ledge.

“You don’t have to go to your knees,” he said, canlı casino siteleri and added with a smile on his handsome face, “…at least not in here.”

***

“That was a decent blowjob considering it was only the second one you’ve ever given,” he casually remarked while I was still sitting on the ledge.

His crudeness made me blush. I couldn’t speak.

“Isn’t there something you want to say to me, Sweetie?” he asked.

I looked up at him standing over me perplexed; his now-flaccid penis dangling inches from my face.

“Joanie, whenever a real man allows you to suck his cock, you should properly thank him,” he said without a trace of a smile.

Huh? He’s got to be joking!

He glowered down at me and said impatiently, “Well? I’m waiting!”

“Well, uh, um…thank you, Mister B,” I said so softly I could barely hear it myself.

“Joanie, I give you permission to call me ‘Richard’ from now on, okay?” he said.

“Oh, okay, Richard,” I said.

“Now, what is it you’re thanking me for?” he asked.

Tears of humiliation formed in my eyes. I lowered them from his only to find myself staring at his penis.

“Always thank the man for allowing you to suck his cock!” he explained. “Now, what do you want to say to me?”

Oh my God. It keeps getting worse!

“Let’s go, boy – say it!” he said forcefully.

I stammered half-heartedly, “T-Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Richard.”

“I can’t hear you…say it loud and always look into the man’s eyes when you thank him, understand me, boy?” he said.

My face was burning. “Y-Yes, Richard, I understand,” I softly replied.

“C’mon boy, I’m waiting!” he commanded.

I raised my head until I was staring into his rich, chocolate eyes.

I took a deep breath and said, “Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Richard.”

He chuckled and said, “Sure thing, cutie…” then added, “You can’t tell me you didn’t like it too – your little dicky has been stiff ever since you went down on me!”

To make his point, he leaned over and took hold of my erection. He squeezed it, and gave it a couple quick strokes. The pleasure coursing throughout my body was indescribable.

I remained silent. I wanted to tell him he was wrong, that no, I didn’t like sucking his cock because I’m not that kind of guy…but my hard-on proved me a liar. It was mocking me.

I grudgingly have to admit, when he was cumming in my mouth I had to use my fingers to lower my balls so I wouldn’t betray myself and climax simultaneously with him.

***

He had me dry him and then myself. He held my hand as we walked into the bedroom naked. My erection had gradually subsided, but I was acutely aware of how sensitive my penis felt. The slightest provocation would mean an instant boner.

There were two articles of clothing on the bed. It took several seconds before I recognized one of them to be a jockstrap. I hadn’t worn one of those since high school gym class.

Mister B, I mean Richard, picked up the jock and gave it to me.

“Sweetie, this will be part of your ‘uniform’ whenever you are here – put it on,” he said.

I took it from him, held it up and made sure I slipped it up my legs properly. High school gym class wasn’t very long ago so I was still familiar with how a jock should be worn.

Once it was in place old memories came to mind. I recalled how it felt to have my ‘package’ encased in the small pouch with my ass-cheeks totally exposed. Regrettably, I also remembered the way the gym teacher, Mister Norman, seemed to always be around leering at my naked bubble-butt in the locker room.

Richard then handed me yellow, nylon gym shorts. We’d worn navy blue at school. I turned my back to Richard, just in case.

You see, uh…it’s kinda embarrassing, but, I dunno – I guess I have what they call a ‘fetish’ or something like that for nylon material. It is so smooth and soft, well, I’ve been known to spring a boner when I feel it. I had to be super-careful in gym class so the other guys wouldn’t notice.

Thankfully the jock covering my dick and balls absorbed most of the nylon sensation so my prick only twitched and jumped but never became fully erect.

Richard was about to hand me what appeared to be a very small tee shirt when he pulled it back and said, “We’re going out to the pool anyway – you won’t need this.”

He then pulled a pair of boxer-briefs up his legs. To my dismay, I simply had to glance at his limp penis and low-hanging scrotum one more time before they disappeared inside the boxers. I noticed his pubic hairs were short and neatly groomed…why am I even looking? What the hell is wrong with me?

It felt odd when he took my hand and held it all the way outside. The moment we stepped outside I heard splashing and laughing coming from the pool.

My heart sank. Oh no, other people are going to see me wearing this skimpy outfit!

Familiar voices called out “Hi, Joanie!” My gay neighbors, Jessie and Mike were in the pool.

Richard and I settled onto a loveseat big enough for two. I watched the boys beginning to emerge from the water but they stopped when the water was waist-deep and embraced. Then they kissed and it wasn’t a little peck, no, they were really going at it. So much so, I was feeling uncomfortable watching them.

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I’m lying on the tanning deck in the middle of the lazy river/pool while the hubby goes into the grotto pool bar and gets us drinks – it’s two-for-one this afternoon and I haven’t had a drink in about fifteen years, so I figure one or two will be more than enough. He brings me the Bahama Mama, I taste it and it’s really sweet . . . odd . . . I’m used to the old-fashioned Screwdrivers, Fuzzy Navels, etc . . . you know, strong alcohol taste with a little sweet. This is nothing like that. I drink it down, hand it back and ask for more. He’s shocked, tells me I better slow down, but (of course) goes back for more. I tell him to try something different this time. He brings me a Yellow Bird. Just as sweet, but a better drink – yummy. All gone! This time, I go in and find one myself. I swim up to the bar, drink in the beautiful man behind the counter and peruse the drink menu. How about a Rum Runner? Make that two . . . it is two-for-one, right? He smiles, looks over at the islander on the “land side” of the bar and winks, then makes my drinks.

I glance at the islander to see who the bartender was winking at. He’s looking at me. Smiling. Maybe even laughing. I realize I have this ridiculous grin on my face. I swim out of the bar and try to wipe it off. It isn’t going anywhere. I’m drawn like a moth to a flame back into the bar — not just for my drinks, but also to get another glimpse of the islander. Adorable! The drinks casino oyna are on the counter. I hate carrying drinks around. I down them both. I’m not actually feeling a thing. I figure all these years without drinking have left me immune to the effects of alcohol. The islander is still smiling at me. I smile back (like I could wipe that grin off my face anyway) and swim away.

I am a happily married, one-man-woman, so I’m not entertaining any illicit thoughts . . . really . . . I’m about to climb out of the pool when I realize the world is a little off its axis. My hubby is grinning at me. He sees that it’s hit me. He “helps” me over to a lounge chair by the side of the pool — on the remote side where I can be in full sun, but don’t have to communicate with anyone (tanning is serious business, you know). Then he goes to the front desk to take care of a few issues.

I’m lying on my chair on my stomach when I hear someone yell, “You better turn over, Baby!” I look up and there’s “My Islander” (yes, for some reason I’m now thinking of him as mine). He’s standing on the bridge fifty feet away, smiling down at me. Then it hits me: I WANT HIM! Wow! I’ve never felt like this before; at least not that I can remember. I’m a married woman. I love my husband. How can I want this man I’ve never even spoken to? How can I have this intense attraction to someone other than my husband? I lie there and contemplate my licentious slot oyna thoughts, but don’t respond to My Islander. I can’t. I don’t trust myself. Not to mention, I can barely raise my head as the alcohol has really hit.

The hubby comes back, tells me he’s taken care of all the room issues and asks what I want to do now. I’m hot and horny after thinking about My Islander, so I tell him to come into the pool with me. They have these three mini grottos with jets and I want some “alone time” — but I don’t want to leave the pool, ’cause My Islander might come back. AJ has no idea what’s going on in my head, but he’s never turned down an invitation to the grottos, so in we go. They’re nice and secluded — you can swim into the opening but it’s fairly private – just enough openness to tantalize AJ’s exhibitionist side and just enough privacy that I’m willing to play.

I push him up against the rock wall, his knees hit the seat, forcing him to sit, then I straddle him and begin passionately kissing him. He’s caught quite off guard. I’m not usually this forward — plus our sex life has nearly petered out in the last ten years, so where’s all this coming from? (Not that he’s going to ask, ’cause he doesn’t want to jinx anything!) After a few minutes, I pull one of my shoulder straps down, grab his head and press it into my breast. As he’s sucking and nibbling I feel the need to share the fact that I want My Islander. canlı casino siteleri I’m still straddling him, so I know immediately how much he likes that comment! I ask him if I can HAVE My Islander. His cock throbs as he tells me no. I pull the other strap down and completely expose my top half. The couple swimming by looks away. I don’t care. I’m on a mission. I have to get a “yes” . . . But still, he says no. I’m so hot I can’t take it anymore. I pull the bottom of my suit aside and thrust him in. “Please, Baby!”

“No, you know you don’t really want that, Baby,” he says. What does he know? True, in the past I’ve been a bit of a prude. But things have changed. I can tell. I won’t regret this one. No way.

“Please, Baby!” I demand, grinding against him for all I’m worth.

I can tell he’s loving me asking; he’s getting harder, he’s groaning, he’s grabbing my ass so hard as he plunges in and out that I’m sure I’m going to have finger bruises. “No,” he breathes, slamming it harder into my pussy.

I can’t take it anymore; I abandon all thoughts of My Islander and really get into the action in front of me. I’m not a quiet lover, so as people swim by, AJ has to put his hand over my mouth — or better yet, muffle my cries with his kisses. The water is splashing all around us as we suddenly cum — together. I feel his cock throbbing. My pussy is convulsing — like it’s trying to suck all that juice out of him — and I collapse on his chest. Do I mention My Islander again? The alcohol has been worked out of my system with all the furious fucking. Maybe I don’t want him as much as I thought, I tell myself . . . do I?

More later . . .

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DISCLAIMER:
ISABEL IS A WORK OF FICTION. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO REALITY IS PURE COINCIDENCE. THESE CHARACTERS CAME TO LIFE INSIDE THE AUTHOR’S MIND. THEY DO NOT EXSIST IN THE REAL WORLD.

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“I like girls too,” Isabel revealed. She had never said those words to anyone but the man by her side, the love of her life, her husband Brent. But now she had said those very words to her husband’s boss who had just come for dinner.

Chase closed his eyes and a muscle ticked in his jaw. His glass of wine lay untouched on the table and his long finger tapped at the base. He had suspected she might be bisexual on a few occasions but hearing her say those words, I like girls too, with her husky sexually charged voice made his breath hitch and his stomach tighten.

Isabel stared intently at the broad man who never once glanced up to meet her gaze. Her breath came in short gasps and her clit throbbed. Her eyes darted to her husband who was sitting by her side at the dinner table. Brent’s eyes widened and he swallowed casino oyna hard looking ridiculously uncomfortable at her revelation. It wasn’t like her to be so bold, but it was too late to take the words back. Honestly, she would have said them again given the chance.

She knew Chase was attracted to men. He loved hinting at the fact that he was gay but never said anything overt. Actually, he made a point to claim he loved women. However, his adoration of women always came across as forced and rehearsed, like a well trained politician reciting lines, constructing a fantasy for his followers to believe.

Isabel had heard the lines so many times, she had found herself occasionally believing he might be bi. He was good at playing the part, but then the mask would slip and like the sun peeking through a cloudy day, the real Chase would emerge. The briefest glimpses of the true man were startlingly beautiful.

“Obviously, I like men too,” Isabel said breaking the heavy silence.

“Well, yes, I should hope so,” Brent laughed. His beautiful slot oyna face was flushed with embarrassment, and Chase finally looked up flashing a friendly smile at Brent trying to ease the awkward tension that had suddenly taken hold of their intimate dinner party. The two men had a close friendship and worked well together, and though Chase was technically Brent’s boss, he treated him as a younger brother.

Chase leaned back in his chair, “That’s good to know,” he finally met Isabel’s eyes and a spark lit in their depths. She could see behind his disguise, and he knew it. Though he must have suspected she already knew considering the many times he told her in subtle ways over the past year. He ran his hand through his thick salt and pepper hair and his brown eyes darkened, “I was born in a different time.”

Isabel felt her heart squeeze. She could never understand what it was like to be gay or for that matter to be gay a generation ago surrounded by a conservative family. She would never judge the man for staying silent. He didn’t owe anyone an canlı casino siteleri explanation, but it seemed so silly for to be playing this game of pretend when they were into similar things.

Chase was 6′ 4″, and at 49 years old, built like a linebacker. He had an expansive chest, large muscles, and a lean frame. No one would have guessed he was in his late forties because he took great care of his body, obviously spending hours at the gym every week. He had a charming smile that was contagious, but here was also something wicked twinkling in his eyes suggesting there was much more to the man. A dark wild side Isabel recognized. She had pushed him away for that very reason months before. She should keep away. Isabel knew she should, but fate had other plans.

Isabel never expected to care for this man as if he were part of her family. She couldn’t imagine that she would love him enough to protect him if it ever came down to it. She never could have anticipated his paranoia or fear, but he had nothing to fear from her. If she had wanted to hurt him, she would have done it long ago. All she wants to do is love him because he needs it so much. Isabel is the type of woman that feeds those who are hungry, and Chase is a starving man.

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When they arrived back at the lodge, it was already dark. The sun’s afterglow rent a streak across the horizon, illuminating the undersides of clouds and silhouetting the mountains in brushstrokes of blood red, autumn orange, copper and gold. They put their cross-country skis in the rack outside the inn’s door. The soft glow from the lantern lights illuminated their faces, and he gazed at her. Her complexion was bright pink from the cold, and her soft brown hair stuck out in tufts around the white fur of her ski parka. She looked into his brown eyes that were sparkling with happiness, little crinkles around his eyes highlighting his ruddy cheeks.

“Did you have fun?” he asked, sliding his arms around her waist.

“It was wonderful,” she replied. “I think I’m really getting my kick stride down.” She pushed her foot back, as if she were skiing, and in doing so pressed her body closer to his.

“It was a pleasure to watch you, I’ll tell you that,” he said, nuzzling her neck and running his hands down her back, holding her close. “You look absolutely stunning in those ski pants,” he added, taking her derriere in his hands and giving her a squeeze.

“Not here,” she sighed, her breath warm on his ear as she twisted out of his arms.

“But it’s Valentine’s Day, and this is our treat to each other. Can’t I have even one little squeeze?” he pleaded. A sensual smile played on her face. Then she leaned forward and kissed him invitingly on the lips.

Once in their chalet suite, she said, “Brrr. I’m cold. Can we soak in the jacuzzi before dinner?”

“I can’t think of a better idea,” he said. “I’ll go check the water temperature.”

She came into the tiled jacuzzi wearing a big, fluffy terry cloth bathrobe. She smiled, turned, and took her robe off as she sank into the tub across from him. He had only a moment to let his eyes roam over her naked form, yet it was enough to stir him. They touched softly in the warm, bubbling water. “Oh, this feels so nice,” she said. He slid his foot up the inside of her leg until it was resting against her soft muff, then he wriggled his toes gently. “Umm, that feels even nicer,” she said, rising up over his legs to slide into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist; her breasts floated in the water, tempting him to kiss them. He could not resist; he drew her nipple between his lips, caught it in his teeth and tugged gently, then sucked it into his mouth where he could loll it around on his tongue. “Ohhhh,” she said, pressing herself more tightly to him. His penis was utterly erect between them, and she rubbed and nuzzled and slid up against him until it rested against her clitoris, then she rubbed him against her in slow, deliberate up and down strokes. His hot, hard manhood felt so good, and she could feel her clitoris responding, sending hot waves through her body. She sought his lips and opened her mouth to his in a warm, wet kiss that went on and on until they knew they had better get out and go to dinner now, or they never would.

He put on slacks and a ski sweater and waited while she dressed in the bedroom. When she came out he was carried away by her all over again. She wore a corduroy skirt and a turtleneck under a big, soft ski sweater. A touch of makeup lightly accentuated her blue eyes, and her hair was brushed into warm reds, burnt umbers, and browns. “God, you look beautiful,” he said, and she smiled and walked into his arms. They kissed lightly, and he could smell her arousal on her skin, taste her desire on his lips. Or was it his own?

At dinner, they talked between visitations by the waiter. They sat close, so they could hold hands while they ate. It was all either of them could do to concentrate on eating, but the food was wonderful after their exercise, and the inn and the dining room were enchanting. It was during salad that he felt something against his leg, and it startled him; then he looked at her, saw the mischievousness in her eyes, and knew it was her. She had taken off her shoe and was sliding her foot up his pants leg. He responded in kind: when she took up her fork, he let his hand disappear under the table and touched her knee. He slid his hand up her leg, crossed over the top of her stocking and squeezed gently. Her knees, pressed together, relented slightly and he moved his fingers between her thighs. She looked into his eyes and her mouth opened, the desire to kiss him written all over her face.

Somehow, they made it through the rest of dinner. He took her into the small bar, where a trio played light jazz and old standards. When the combo began playing “My Funny Valentine,” he asked her to dance and they held each other closely, lightly, hands squeezing, fingers eager to entwine, their bodies desperate to cling together. Every so often their lips would meet, a kiss full of promises. Once they had one of their perfect kisses. Neither knew how it happened, or what made it so; it was a kiss where their lips and hearts met in perfect unison, a casino oyna kiss that took their breath away, swept them up and bespoke their love for each other, a kiss that said “I’ll never let you go,” that bound them freely but totally to one another. When it finally ended, they were standing still, holding hands, and no one else was dancing. The band played on, smiling at them. He pressed his lips close to her ear, nuzzling her hair, and said, “Darling, I love you so.” She replied by pressing up close to him, kissing his neck again and again to show her devotion.

When they couldn’t stand it any longer, they went back to their suite. The bed looked utterly inviting. He turned to her to resume kissing as she began unbuckling his belt. In a matter of moments they were lifting sweaters, ripping each other’s clothing off, and when they were naked they flung their bodies together and fell on the bed in an embrace.

She ran her hands up the back of his neck, all the while kissing him wherever her lips fell, which sent him into a frenzy of desire. She paid careful attention to the places where he was sensitive and erogenous; it had been an adventure to discover them, to learn just how to touch each place, what kind of intensity or gentleness or pressure he liked there, and how it would arouse him. Sounds came from him, soft, halting, not quite moans, not quite words as passion ripped through his body. She knew she could make his penis hard if she took it in her hand or mouth; what was far more pleasurable for her, and for him, was when she could do the same thing by kissing or nibbling or licking him in a special place.

He reached his arms around her and pressed her tight against his body, so that he could feel her breasts against his chest, their bellies taut against each other, their legs and toes entwining. His penis stuck up between them, tumescent and hot.

He ran his hands over her downy skin; it was like velvet to his touch, a thirst that he could not slake, this touching. He would skim his fingertips lightly over her shoulders, down her back, then grip her firmly at her waist, pulling her tight against him. He would run his hands over the swell of her hips, then take her derriere in both hands and squeeze gently. He loved to touch and squeeze her there; her cheeks were small yet firm, shaped into an almost perfect heart. He always loved to cup her in his hands and sense the vulnerability that she rendered unto him when he held her that way, that said she gave him permission to take possession of her body.

He put both his hands at the small of her back and pulled her even closer, then reached down and squeezed one of her cheeks gently. There was an especially erogenous area he would touch lightly with his fingers, the soft curve where her cheek became her thigh, and he touched her there now. His finger traced around her plump rump and followed her firm thigh muscles, then ran to the inside of her leg and came back up to that erotic curve. But as he did so, his fingers slipped into the crack between her cheeks and he felt moisture – the slick, warm moisture of her womanhood. He slid his fingers further down, down, deep and down; she was soaking wet with her love juices. This aroused him further and he pulled back so that his penis slipped between her legs, grazing her clitoris as it did so.

“Oh!” she said, bolting a little, shuddering, then clinging to his body with her own. She pressed her tummy up against his so that her clitoris rubbed against his penis, and hooked a leg around him to keep him tight against her, then she began a slow, sensual rubbing up against him. She loved to hold him, stroke him with her arms, her legs, her belly, her toes. There was something about his body that made her want to blend into him until she couldn’t tell where she ended and he began. Sometimes he made her feel like that in the night, when they were sleeping, even when they weren’t holding each other or spooning. There was something just about his body warmth, just knowing he was close, that drew her to him, made her want never, ever, to be away from him. They always talked in bed; sometimes they would fall asleep on their backs holding hands, or with her cradled in his arm and her head on his chest, or perhaps with an arm flung over one another. In the morning they would awake all tangled up in each other’s arms and legs, mingled in desire, lips pressed together; sometimes they would make love at once. She recalled one time when they awoke in the middle of the night, a full moon bathing their bedsheets, to find themselves making tender love.

He stretched his body taut against hers. Their lips met softly at first, then locked in a hot, wet, passionate kiss. Her tongue came between his lips, asked for his; they French kissed lightly, gently, exploring each other’s tongues and lips with flicks and sallies back and forth. Her hands played at the back of his neck; his grasped her gently at the waist, then moved up her back in slow, sensual strokes. Then he was slot oyna inside her; it just happened. She was so wet he had slipped into her, and she could feel the heat of his hot, erect penis as she bathed him in her love juices. His hand went down her back, across her derriere, and into the cleavage, pulling her closer, deeper. She was wet everywhere, and it aroused him powerfully. He slid his hand between her thighs; she was bathed in pussy juice, and he drew his hand through it, basking in the warmth and sultry slickness it made on her skin.

He withdrew his penis from her, then bent down between her legs. Her pubic hairs glistened and sparkled with love juice; a rivulet ran from between the bright pink petals of her flower. He touched her there with his finger, watching her open to receive him. Then he bent his tongue to that place and licked the juice from the petals of her pink rose of desire, and she arched her back to press her pussy into his kiss. He scooped her derriere up in both hands and pulled her hungrily to his mouth, licking her pussy, sucking the sweet love juice into his mouth, feeling the warm, silky moistness lubricate his cheeks as they moved between her soft thighs, smelling the delicate, musky scent of her. She intoxicated him; she drove him wild with desire, and he pressed his face between her legs again, and again, kissing, licking, nibbling her clitoris, then sucking it, passing his tongue into her, driving her wild with desire.

She reached down and took his penis in her hand, and in the way she held him, he knew what she wanted. He rose on his knees and let her put him back inside her pussy. Ah, she was so warm, so silky around him. He could feel the lubriciousness that her love juices created, and yet he could feel the texture of her inside as well. God, he was so hot, so very, very turned on, his penis felt too large for its skin. He eased himself into her, felt himself fill her wide, then deep, until he touched something and she shuddered. He moved a little, probing, and she moved to meet him, shuddering sighs coming from her. They had found her G spot, and the tip of his penis was there. He moved in little ovals, grazing it, listening to her moan, feeling her hips press against him. She could come, and he could feel how close it was for her. But not yet; he wanted to build the desire in her more before she began her exquisite symphony of orgasms that he loved to explore with her.

He withdrew, slowly, with many little strokes and kisses and caresses, then he sat cross-legged on the bed and pulled her over to him. She looked at him, her blue eyes pleading with desire. He smiled, took her fingers and kissed each one. Then he began kissing his way up her arms, seeking her erogenous zones. He knew she loved it when he kissed her palms and the inside of her wrists. He kissed the yellow rose tattooed on her right breast, an act of devotion and praise both to her and the symbol. There was a spot near her shoulder that he nuzzled, then he licked her with the tip of his tongue along her neck, to her earlobe, now nibbling, which drove her into another state of passion. He could feel it ripple through her, and he put his hand between her legs; she was getting wet all over again. He ran his palm up and down her pussy, stroking and petting her clitoris, letting his fingers slip into her, bathing his hand in her love juices. Then he brought it to his face and licked it off, like honey, offering her some as well. She took his hand in hers, held it, and sucked it off his fingers. Then they kissed again and tasted her together. It was not her favorite thing, to taste herself, but it turned him on and she loved his desire, she loved it when he sighed like a hummingbird in her ear, whispering his passion to her as he held her and stroked her. He made her feel so sensual, so alive, so like a woman to him. She craved his body, but her heart longed for that safe place where he took care of her, and when he held her in his arms and touched her so gently and sensuously, and when he spoke to her and told her how lovely she was and how happy she made him, that she was the best lover and the sweetest woman he had ever known, then she felt safe and cared for, and she cocooned with him. Something would happen inside her, involuntary, like the way he made her get so wet, wetter than she had ever been for any man. It was a special way her pussy would enclose him, the way she opened up to him and how she could hold his penis, somehow he went deeper inside her, somehow she held him tighter, somehow she could feel him more intensely, and he seemed to grow, to get larger, more metaphysically than in reality, she was sure, but the intensity of feeling them joined together like that would make her lightheaded and they were lost then, they were lost to each other, their lovemaking transcended the physical sensation of his penis filling her up and with each gentle stroke he made inside her, every sigh, every movement, every whisper, every touch, seemed to draw them toward a light canlı casino siteleri that pulsed in her heart, it made her want to cry it was so beautiful, and she gave it all back to him, she didn’t know how, but she knew he could feel it because it carried him away, too, and when she felt that it carried her up and away all over again.

His hands moved to her waist where he squeezed her, then he slid his hands to her thighs and squeezed her again. His nostrils were filled with her scent, both the sweet scent of pheromones from her skin and the heady musk from between her legs. He reached around her, took her derriere in his hands and squeezed her again, and in so doing she shifted toward him, wrapped her legs around his waist, and led his throbbing penis inside her. It felt warm and calming here inside her; he was so big he could feel the skin stretched taut against the tip of his penis, so taut it almost hurt, but now it eased a bit and he could feel her tighten her muscles around him, encircling the base of his penis and holding him, then sliding up and back down in a delicious way that thrilled him but took the edge off as well.

He had been looking at the two of them, at his penis sliding in and out between the petals of her flower, watching as their pubic hairs, all alight with sparkling pussy juice, intermingled. It was nice to see himself inside her, to see her smooth alabaster thighs wrapped around him, to look at the sensual curve of her feminine belly as it pressed against him, then moved back to reveal her garden of love, then touch him again. He lifted his gaze to her eyes and saw she was looking at him and he took her in his eyes and she took him in her eyes and they touched deeply. Their movement stilled, but he could still feel himself inside her, held gently by her body, and they looked into each other’s eyes and squeezed together. He could feel the emotion rise up through his chest, like heat straight from between their legs, and it made him shudder inside. She could feel his penis and then it blended into her and warmth radiated out from where they were linked and made her feel lightheaded again. And as they looked into each other’s eyes, they seemed to enter one another all over again. They looked and their eyes widened, and the widening kept opening up and they kept going further inside, deeper inside, and her lips were seeking his but she would not break their gaze, and a slight breeze seemed to come up like a breath that gives life, and their eyes touched, something inside and outside, warm and soft and pure like air touched, and they came like that, they came together like honey pouring all over their bodies, warm honey flowing over them and filling their hearts and tummies, and he could feel her come because she took him like a lover’s kiss and held him tight and gushed honey all over him, he could feel her honey pouring out of her warm all over his balls and it felt so good, and she could feel him coming, pulsing like a heartbeat, the head of his penis pounding against her G-spot inside, pulsing and pounding and filling her up as each throb traveled from the base of his penis up through her and deep into her and she cried, “Oh, God, oh my God, Oh! Oh!” and her body was racked with more emotion than she could bear. The intensity strummed her like a Flamenco guitar and every time she felt she could take no more, another wave traveled up his penis and pounded into her G-spot like an ocean wave, spilling and pouring over her soul in warm, swirling currents.

But now a calmness began to overtake them; their eyes, still locked, drew the powerful energy away from their limbs, their flesh and, still embracing, still kissing, the energy became a trade wind that took the ragged edge off the orgasm they had shared. They kissed with their eyes, like they kissed with their mouths, like they kissed between their legs. The energy diffused and they became aware of their fingers, arms, touching, they way they were locked together, she sitting in his lap with her arms and legs wrapped around him like she would never let him go.

He was still big and hard inside her; they could both feel him. She knew he had climaxed with her; it was another extraordinary thing that had happened in their lovemaking. Before, he had been a man like any other, who ejaculated and thought it was an orgasm. After sex, his penis would shrivel and they would be done. Before, she had had sex, and if she was fortunate, more than one orgasm. But with him, she had become truly multi-orgasmic, and so had he. He could bring her to the edge and take her over again and again; she had brought peace and acceptance to his soul, and he had discovered the difference between simply coming and having a true orgasm. They were like musical instruments to each other, and they delighted in bringing each other’s music forth. Perhaps, they had thought, it was because of this giving to one another that they had discovered so much more in lovemaking. Perhaps this gift was because each sought to give each other pleasure, to love the other person and make them feel good, rather than to just seek their own physical satisfaction. Or perhaps, they thought, these incredible orgasms they shared were because they were so deeply in love with one another.

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Elise sat in the coffee shop with exposed brick walls and overstuffed chairs with her laptop open in front of her. She’d been grading papers for hours – her mug of chamomile tea long empty – and her eyes were blurry from staring at the screen. When she finished scoring the last test for the online class she taught she looked up and realized the place had emptied out. There was one person behind the counter, the cute kid with the brown eyes who gave her a sweet smile along with her tea.

She recognized him as a former classmate of her twin daughters. Actually, he sang at the graduation ceremony, with bare feet and an acoustic guitar. Elise thought he was soulful and talented and said as much to the twins. She called him doll baby, which reduced her girls to giggles. “Mom is a perv,” one of them said.

She saw that he was a pretty boy but she never lingered on the thought. He was like the diamond necklace in the front window of the jewelry store – gorgeous to look at but she knew she would never own it. In fact, she’d watched him in a restaurant once, enjoying the way he tore into his food aggressively, the way his jaw moved. He was dining with another kid about his age, 19 or 20, and she fantasized they were lovers. It was a nice thought, the barista with his lean but toned physique, his longish hair tied up in a way that managed to look masculine.

Elise had a list of fantasies she could summon up at her will. She loved being 40 – the confidence, her devil-may-care attitude. There was nothing left to prove so she did as she pleased. She got up early to run because she wanted the high not because she needed to mold herself into a particular shape. If her ass was firmer for her efforts, that was fine, but it wasn’t her aim. She had a casual confidence and easy sensuality. Her hair was loose, curls spilling over her shoulders and down her back, and she twirled at a strand that framed her face.

Men didn’t notice her the way they did when she was the twin’s age. She’d searched her own name on the internet and found a rating of her skills as a teacher and more than illegal bahis one student made the comment, “easy on the eyes”. On her last trip to the city a young guy in a suit bought a bouquet from a street vendor and chased her down the block before she slipped into a cab. The Dean of her department at the small college where she worked hinted that he wanted to take her to dinner. Maybe men still noticed her.

“I hate to throw you out, but I have to lock up now.” It was doll baby with his tight jeans and his sheepish smile.

Elise started to pack her computer into her bag and gather up her belongings.

“Not a problem. I didn’t realize the time. Let me get out of your hair so you can go home. You probably have a hot date to get to.”

“Not at all. I could look at you all night,” he said.

“Excuse me?” Elise asked, eyes wide.

“I’m embarrassing myself,” he said. He dropped his head and rubbed his eyes with his thumbs. Eyes closed and cheeks flushed, he said, “I remember what you wore on the day of my graduation…”

“Are you kidding me?

“I’m not. It was red dress and cowgirl boots – the same pair you have on tonight.”

Elise shook her head. “Wow. I’m flattered. What else did you think about me?”

“I imagined you holding my head and shoving it between your legs.”

She watched the blood rush into his face once again. What a bold little boy!

Maybe it was because she was disoriented from the screen or a bit punch drunk due to the late hour or maybe she just wanted to see if she still had it in her. Maybe it was because she felt his arousal and she knew she could get away with anything. She said, “I just grab you by the hair…?”

He nodded.

“Like this?” She slid her fingers under the hair at the nape of his neck and tightened her grip. When she brought his face down she lifted her dress with the other hand and placed him over her slit. Sheer black panties but he could smell her essence and he moaned. It felt good to be on her feet with him beneath.

“Get on your knees,” Elise said and he did as he illegal bahis siteleri was told.

“Take these off.” She nodded towards the panties. He reached hungrily toward her hips to pull them down.

“With your teeth. Please.” She was aching to be touched but she was not impolite.

“Yes, ma’am,” he mumbled.

He bit down at the waist band and struggled, tugging one side an inch and then the other. He tried to curl his tongue under the fabric like a hook and managed to shimmy the garment down to her knees. She pulled them off but left her boots on.

“Do you want to move away from the window?” he asked.

It was true that the room was lit and outside it was dark. They were framed perfectly in the front window but only from the waist up. She sat back onto a table to position her pussy just so with her back facing the window. It was late and she didn’t see anyone on the other side but anyone passing by would see.

“No, stay where you are.”

She slid the toe of her boot between his legs and even through the leather she felt his erection. It sent a wonderful jolt through her, feeling his desire.

When he touched her with his tongue her arousal surprised her. “Oh, this is so wrong,” she thought.

It didn’t take much. His tongue traveled once from her opening to her clit. Here she pressed his face down hard and he sucked her little pearl with his hot mouth. Her orgasm was strong and unexpected. No one ever made her come that fast; she didn’t even know she had it in her! Elise held him with both hands and moved against his hot tongue, milking the moment for all it was worth.

If he wanted something for himself he did not ask for it. He stood before her with a question in her eyes. She’d hardly touched him and not because she didn’t want to, it was just that she liked this feeling of suspense. If moved her hand toward him he quivered. “Really?” she thought. “Do I have some sort of super-power?”

“Show me how you do it when you’re alone. I just want to watch.” She’d never, in all her days, watched a man masturbate. canlı bahis siteleri Maybe as an innuendo in a movie, but never up-close. “Give me a show,” she said and crossed her legs. Her position felt very powerful, the way a man must feel when he is given a lap dance. She was a lioness and he was her willing prey. His torso was soft, with a line of hair trailing into his pants. His bicep flexed when he gripped his cock and his eyes rolled back in his head. The sound of his breathing was sexy. He leaned into her, his head against his shoulder and enough distance between their bodies to accommodate his member and the motion of his hand. She kept her eyes on his cock and watched it grow thicker and redder.

“Where should I come?”

“As if!” she replied. “I don’t remember telling you that you could come.” His hand stopped and held his erection, a trickle of pre-come moistening the tip. “I didn’t tell you to stop either!” He groaned and brought his grip down the shaft.

“Where do you want to come?”

“On your breasts. If you would allow it.”

She held his gaze, half-smiling, amazed by his arousal and obedience. Elise lowered herself onto her knees and he moved his hand slowly, purposefully staving off his orgasm. His cock looked ripe and she was hungry for it. Her tongue reached for the head and he exploded into her, thick strands of come into her mouth before she could even get the thing into her mouth. She enveloped him with her mouth, one greedy suck up and down before he gently pressed her forehead away. So much come for her! In the past she would have spit it away but he was so beautiful, the sound of his breathing and his taste was sweet and she swallowed. They stayed in this position a moment. He closed his eyes and sighed and she watched him with a tender feeling in her chest. None of this was familiar; these hot, quick, effortless orgasms. Sometime soon she wanted to have him again and really linger.

He pulled his jeans up and zipped them, that ridiculous strand of hair falling once more over his eye. “Can I see you again?” he asked.

She was on her feet now, reaching for her bag.

“I’ll think about it and let you know,” she said. As she walked out of the room she felt her and his eyes on her, every step. She knew that she wanted him but just for now she could keep him wondering.

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After Cam and I reached an agreement about Camille, there was no longer any negotiations. Our first encounter with what could be described as lesbian sex was so satisfying to me that I kept Camille made up for the rest of the night. We made love many times. My clitoris ached the following morning, but it was a good ache. That sated us for a while. We did have traditional married sex after that with me being Beverly and Cam being Cam. Cam would no longer deny that sex between me and Camille was very erotic and so private.

Now I had the best of both worlds. My husband, while very young looking and fair skinned, was sporting a good-sized cock. He could satisfy me with just straight sex. My girlfriend, Camille was a very pretty, also a highly erotic lover. Over time we sort of quit having vaginal intercourse when Camille was my lover. I saved that for my husband, Cam. Camille added a few touches herself. When Cam travelled, sometimes he would buy Camille some slutty outfits. She would often surprise me with a dress-up night that I had not anticipated.

It was great for this to be a shared desire rather than a submissive-dominant activity. I really had been a major force when his sister suggested that he dress up and apply for the job as a waitress. I think if I had reacted differently, he would have never gone through with it. Collette and Rita were always bugging him to dress as Camille and the four of us go on girl’s night out. In a way I wanted to keep Camille and Beverly locked in the bedroom but owing to his having passed as a girl for almost two years, I still was excited about the idea. Cam never encouraged either one of them and refused to join in the conversation. They would try to convince me to lead him into it, but I insisted that Cam was not some show pony that they dressed up for their entertainment.

Collette made the point that Cam was going to become a doctor and some of our fun times were going to pass us by. Cam was nearing the end of medical school. We played in the bedroom occasionally. We both loved it and had not tired of it. I was totally committed to him and it didn’t hurt that I had two good lovers rolled into one. Well actually two, because Cam and Camille were totally different. Camille was more take-charge. As I stated, she would initiate our ‘lesbian encounters’. When I suck her cock, I view it as just an extension of how Camille got me off by licking and sucking my clitoris.

Even though I had many boyfriends before Cam, I was not tempted to stray. I felt a little sorry for him. He was a virgin and had never made love to anyone but me. He was a fast learner and was willing to try anything I suggested. He finished medical school and had his first year of residency. That was not fun for either one of us. Money was tight even though I made a good salary. Dressing up in the bedroom was about our only entertainment. Camille was not quite the slut she had been, and I became more dominant than I already was. I managed to buy some second-hand clothing and add a few touches to act as his dominatrix occasionally. Camille loved this and played the retiring violet well.

When I knew he had a little time, I would wait for him to come home in his scrubs. I would meet him at the door dressed in a bustier, stockings, crotchless panties and high heel boots. I was made up goth and demanded that he strip right there. I pushed him to the bath and made him shave everything. I perfumed him and dusted him with girly bath powder. His clothes would be laid out for him. After a while I had purchased a chastity device. Sometimes, I would make him wear it and talk rough to him about how a pretty little girl had no need for a cock.

Other times I would make him tape and tuck his cock and balls before I allowed him to put his panties on. I would tell him that clit of his was too big and ugly. I assured him that no dominant woman would want that little dripping thing near her. She loved to be submissive in that way. It was now more frequent that I took charge and made Camille react to my whims. She seemed to enjoy that a little more than her dressing up and approaching me. As she became more submissive, I became more dominant in our play.

Cam was beginning to act more in charge of our activities. As he progressed through his residency, he had to be in charge more. In a sense Camille’s personality was morphing more into the old Cam and Cam was morphing more into the dominant role like Camille had been. Cam was more self-assured and much more in charge. That was natural. Who would want a doctor who was shy and retiring? The change in Camille was subtler. I think being Camille helped relieve the stress of constant medical training. It was more like a split from Cam the Doctor.

After residency, Cam was on a special grant for research in biometrics. He was very busy but had more regular hours. When he was off, he enjoyed being submissive to me. I played various roles from loving wife to dominant bitch. It didn’t matter to Camille. She really liked the ‘lesbian’ love relationship. We talked about bringing Camille illegal bahis out in public, but Cam was not ready for that yet. We agreed that once he became more stable in his job, we would take some vacations and possibly explore the possibility of this.

About a year into his new job, we decided to take a vacation. We were going to New York to shop and take in some Broadway plays. I began prepping Camille for our trip and telling her how gorgeous she was all made up and feminine.

“Camille,” I said, “I would really like to enjoy our vacation with just the two of us. Now that we spend so little time together, I want Cam to stay home while we take in the sights together.”

“No way,” Cam replied.

I gave her the best loving I could. She was not in chastity and we made love while he was Camille. It had been a long time since she had penetrated me with her ‘big ugly clit’ as I called it. Afterwards, I said, “Let’s ask Camille again. Will you come with me to New York on a girlfriend’s week?”

“Okay, but we need some backup clothing just in case.”

“Fine, but I want to talk to you about another thing. Cam’s briefs are not the prettiest thing and Camille does not have that much time with me. Can we throw away Cam’s underwear and have him wear Camille’s panties all the time?”

“You really want that?” he asked.

“I really do. I think Cam would enjoy that. It would make him think about Camille more. And I would think about Camille all the time then.”

“Okay, we will try it.” He agreed.

“And maybe a bra also?”

“Absolutely not. That is too risky.” He said.

“Please. A simple A cup. Nothing fancy. Please.”

“You are very bad.” He said.

So that day I threw out all of Cams briefs. I bought him some silk undershirts to wear and a couple of really plain training bras with very little lace. I was sure that he would love this once he got used to it. I could not imagine any scenario that would come up in his job that would let anyone think that he was wearing lingerie. Today more people are unconcerned with someone’s gender identity. The kind of underwear he wore would be no one else’s business.

Cam dressed in Camille’s panties starting then. I made sure to keep him excited about getting to be my girlfriend companion during our whole visit to New York. By the time we got on the plane, Camille had been hairless and pampered for two weeks prior. I wanted to be somewhat discreet, but I also was excited about having my ‘lesbian’ lover all to myself for that long a time. We dressed very sexy for the plane ride. We both wore garters and stockings with short skirts. My top was almost skin tight and hugged my d-cups snugly. I wanted to go without a bra, but my nipples were just too aroused under the material. I did wear a tiny balconette bra.

Camille wore a more conservative top that showed just a little manufactured cleavage. She was made up so pretty. Her nails were long and slim. Her toes were covered by her stilettos, but they were pretty also. She was wearing a brunette wig that curled and set just off her shoulders. Her little b-cups were quite prominent and looked very much in place on her frame. We were still using the same set of breastforms. I wanted to get her some larger ones of good quality, but that was something that would have to wait. We attracted plenty of attention on the flight. I noticed that guys were checking out Camille almost as much as they were checking me.

We had a great time. We went shopping for lingerie. Camille bought a sexy camisole set with colored stockings. I got several pairs of crotchless lace panties. For both of us. Each time we went out we were dressed up and Camille was just gorgeous. One night we went dancing at a very chic club. This was going to be touchy. I had Camille wear a very tight gaff panty. We had tucked her cock way up into her butt cheeks and pulled the gaff tight. I assured her that she would be fine up until she had to pee. Then she would have to re-tuck her big clitty back up. We both giggled at this. Camille was in high spirits and channeled some of her waitress skills into a positive approach to our little escapade.

Camille wore suspenders and stockings under a medium length navy skirt. She wore a button up white top and her ‘breasts’ made the nicest bulge in the blouse. Her makeup was a little more pronounced for clubbing. She had a four-inch navy heel and her legs looked great. I wore a short white skirt with a low-cut body hugging top. No bra or panties. Just stocking and garter belt. I wanted Camille to see me going commando and get jealous.

“Now Camille,” I said, “If we are going to pull this off, we need to look like two single girls. We might be able to get by as lesbians if the club is just so, but to start, we better play it straight. If guys ask us to dance, we need to accept. Otherwise we might stand out. Just think of this as an acting job like you used to do to get the best tips from the guys. Okay?”

Camille was nervous but also excited to be out again in public. We had no doubt she illegal bahis siteleri could hold her own. With two years of being a waitress and no one the wiser, I would say that she was a veteran. Being approached by a man would be something altogether different. First, Cam was not homosexual. Dancing with a man might cause some negative feelings to show through. What if the guys got a little frisky? Camille and I practiced for that. Her breastforms were enough to fool if anyone got bold upstairs. Her gaff would assure that her big clit would not get in the way. The way she was snugged up, I doubt she could even get a hard on. Anxiety would take care of the rest.

We spread apart in the club. Camille was to find a table while I circulated a bit. While walking near the dance floor, I noticed a very eclectic group of people. There were just about all races and nationalities. I saw girls dancing with girls, but no guys dancing together. That is not unusual. Sometimes the guys need to be baited and girls dancing usually brought out the most shy guys. A guy coming off the dance floor asked me to dance. He was about my age and very nice looking. I accepted and we had a dance. He chatted me up a little and I shared that my girlfriend and I were in the Big Apple taking in the scene.

He asked where my girlfriend was and I answered, “She must be around here somewhere.”

After we danced, I told him I was going to cruise the club and find my friend, Camille. As I circulated a while, I came across Camille dancing with a guy. She looked like she was having fun and the guy was enjoying himself, also. He was just a little stocky side of chubby, but nice looking otherwise. After they danced a few dances, she led him over to me and introduced us. He was young, maybe twenty-two or so. He had a baby face and looked very innocent. When I got her aside, I asked her if the guy, Chuck, had tried to feel her up. She grinned and said “No.”

“Why don’t you encourage him?’ I asked.

“You can’t be serious, Beverly. I am not gay.”

“No, Camille. But you are a hot chick. Why don’t you give him a thrill?”

She grinned and got a twinkle in her eye. We had talked at length about the trip being more about how we felt with each other and how she felt as Camille. I told her that she had to get out of the dual role for just a few days and enjoy herself. I wanted to enjoy Camille for myself also and seeing her fully embrace the role was an aphrodisiac to me.

“What do you mean? She asked.

“Be the hot chick. Press your breasts into his chest. Slide in between his legs with your dress and sexy stockings. Just think what Camille would think. Forget about Cam for a few days and take a risk. No one is asking you to have sex with him, but a little bit of foreplay will certainly excite me. Hopefully it will excite you also, Girlfriend.”

Camille agreed to do this and once she was in control, she was focused. I watched as much as I could as she danced a little closer to Chuck. With their clothes on, he couldn’t tell that Camille was wearing breastforms under her bra. She pressed her chest into his. I saw his hand lowered a bit down toward her ass. He managed to get it a little lower each time I glanced. I saw her move her leg in between his as they danced a slow dance. He looked like he was enjoying himself. If his cock was not hard by now, he didn’t have a pulse. A little uncertain, he gently kissed her on the lips. Camille did a great job of taking this in stride. All that role playing was good practice for this act.

Another guy asked me to dance and I again accepted. When we got to the dance floor, I spotted Chuck with his hand firmly on my girlfriend’s ass. She was giving his cock a good rub with her leg. I felt a little guilty. Poor Chuck was making progress and Camille was into the charade, but there was no way that she could lead him much further. I know her cock was tucked securely, but he was never going to get that far. I thought it best that we meet in the ladies’ room to discuss our plans. I got her attention and after the dance ended, she spoke to Chuck and nodded her head in the direction of the powder room.

Chuck was zoned in on Camille. I hoped that he would circulate and find another dance partner while we plotted our retreat. When we got inside the ladies’ room, we both took a stall. Camille was ready to sit like a lady. We had trained her for this. She came out of the stall checking her skirt to make sure everything was back in place.

After looking around to make sure we were safe, I smiled at Camille and said. “Did that big clit try to jump out of your gaff?”

She smiled demurely.

“Just checking. You are doing great, but what are your plans?”

“What do you mean, plans?”

“Are you going cock diving, Sweetie?”

“Oh, no. Why would you think that?”

“Well, you looked like a horny babe with your leg up against his cock. Was it big? Was he hard?”

“I couldn’t tell with my thigh.”

“Maybe you should accidently drop your hand to his crotch, you know.”

“Beverly, canlı bahis siteleri we discussed that. I am not gay.”

“Remember, Camille, there are no labels. Camille is at least bi, you know. I guess that makes me bi also, because I love sex with her. So, like I said, no labels. We are just two hot chicks out on the town.”

“God, Beverly, I can’t do that. That is not fair to him.”

“Yeah, I guess you are right.”

“Okay, let’s try this. Just disappear for a little while. If you don’t mind, I will go dance with him to take his mind off Camille. I will get a little closer to him and let him take a few liberties. I had no bra or panties on so this would be a breeze.

I found Chuck. He indeed had not selected another dance partner. I grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor. I didn’t ask him, I just led the way. He did not object.

“Where is Camille?” he asked.

“Oh, she had to make an important phone call. Won’t I be a good substitute?”

“Oh, yes. Sorry. Of course, you are great.”

I pushed my braless breasts into him and followed with my leg in between his. I had to take charge, so I moved his hand down to the top of my ass. I did everything short of undoing his belt. When the music changed to fast pace, we separated and danced apart. I made sure to pull my top tight and show my full d-cups to him. His eyes were glued on my bouncing breasts. My nipples were like pebbles and pierced my thin top. I kept him dancing until another slower tune played. I guide his hand to my side right beside my right breast. The full boob with no bra touched his top finger. I placed my mouth near his ear and moaned a little.

He eventually took his cue. He moved his hand over and cupped my breast. I leaned in and kissed him on the lips. As we danced close, I dropped my hand to his crotch and felt his cock. It was about average, but very hard. I gave it a squeeze. After the music paused, I kissed him again and told him that I needed to use the powder room.

I found Camille near the ladies’ room.

“Okay, girl. What do you want to do? I have him all primed up. Do you want to pursue him or not?”

“Beverly, I can’t do that.”

“Well, BEVERLY certainly did. He has a nice hard cock. Not too big. CAMILLE could feel him up, but that is fine. We better make our exit. Otherwise it is just too cruel to keep him in anticipation.”

“Well, it was more than I planned. It was intoxicating, though.”

“See, I told you we should venture out some. By the way, he got a good feel of my right breast. Hope you don’t mind. I wanted him to have something to remember us by. I thought about letting him touch my dripping pussy but that would have been too much. Beside I don’t want to cheat on my lesbian girlfriend. You are going to get to lick that wet pussy all to yourself. Let’s go back to her hotel. You can put on your sexy nightgown and ravage my wet sex. God, I am so horny.”

We made it back to her hotel. As soon as we got in the elevator, I attacked my sweet lady. I kissed her firmly on her painted lips and pawed at her breasts. I nuzzled in between her girl breasts and licked her chest between. I had to be careful not to get lipstick on her blouse. I took her hand and raised my skirt giving her full access to my flowing sex. I was so wet I was practically dripping. She stuck two fingers into my cunt. I spread my legs to give her better access. As she penetrated my pussy, I felt her sexy painted nails and came at the thought of my sexy girlfriend eating my cunt.

When we made it back to our room, I pulled my skirt and top off. I was just in my stockings, garters and heels. Camille shed her clothes and donned her sexiest gown. She kept her garters and heels on also.

“God, lover, please put out the fire in my pussy. I wish you had a cock, girl. That would be great. My pussy is burning for sex. Eat me up. Please, Baby, suck my pussy. Please.”

I flipped back on the bed and spread my legs. Camille placed her mouth over my sex. I moved very slowly and set the pace. I was slowly making love to her mouth. She was not as aggressive as we have been. She was in my control. My movement dictated the positioning of her mouth. She kept her head motionless as I moved up and down, coating her face with my flowing love juice.

She was mine. All mine. I was fucking her mouth. I moved my sex all around her face. Up and down. Side to side. We had more makeup. I was going to ruin her pretty visage with wild sex. I wrapped my stocking clad legs around her head and pulled her tightly to my womanhood. I was beginning to cum. I tugged her a little with my leg and she understood that she was to suck my hard girl cock. She slid her tongue around the hard little pearl and then sucked me into her mouth. It was a female blow job and I exploded.

I had one of the most intense orgasms I have ever had. I dropped my legs and planted my stilettos on the bed. I raised up in convulsions and Camille followed me up. She was still sucking my clit. I broke loose and screamed as my cum sprayed all over the bed. It was like a dam had burst and my cum drenched everything. Camille was right in the deluge. She opened her mouth and caught what she could. Finally, my squirting stopped. I fell backwards and almost passed out. My vison was cloudy.

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This is a fictional account.

The night shift nurses slept till only 1100 hours then got up to go see the departing patients off. As they arrived at the hospital a little after 1200, they could see waiting troop trucks and ambulances to take the sailors and marines to the seaplanes for departure. The five night nurses assisted the other nurses in evacuating the patients. Charlotte and Mary Jane were giving out orders and assigning nurses to certain patients. It was no accident that Jenny drew Jerry and Ben first.

Jenny hurried to Jerry and Ben’s room and found both packed and ready to go. ‘They were dressed in their uniforms and both looked dashing,’ Jenny thought.

“You boys look ready to take on the world,” Jenny said, joking with them.

“You want to run away with us?” Jerry asked.

“I’d like that,” Jenny agreed, with a smile.

They then had sort of an awkward moment as neither knew just what to say. Finally Ben spoke up and said he needed to use the bathroom before they go. He closed the door leaving Jenny and Jerry a purposeful moment alone.

“I’ll miss you terribly,” Jerry said, with sadness in his still recovering eyes.

“Me too,” Jenny agreed. “I’ll write you if you’ll write back?”

“Sure,” Jerry replied.

Jenny moved to him and kissed him passionately. Jerry returned the kiss with equal ardor. The sadness of their parting was evident to both.

“God, I wish we had time to be together at least once more before you go,” Jenny stated.

“Don’t say that. It’s already driving me crazy,” Jerry agreed.

“You’ll always be my first, Jerry. We’ll always have that together,” Jenny said, a tear now coming to her eye.

“I want to be your last. Will you come back to me in Nebraska?” Jerry asked, as they heard the toilet flush.

“Let’s not talk about that now,” Jenny said, caressing his cheek with her hand. “I have my nursing duties to perform until this damn war is finally over and you need to recover and get well. We can talk about our future plans more later. I just can’t contemplate that right now with everything that is happening.”

The door opened and Ben emerged. Jenny gave him a thank you glance with tears still in her eyes.

“I’ll wait,” Jerry concluded.

Neither guy needed a wheelchair but Ben was not yet allowed to carry heavy objects for fear his side wound might reopen. Jerry had one good hand so he grabbed his own duffle bag and hoisted it up on his shoulder. Jenny managed to grab Ben’s, fighting off his protests that he could take it. It was heavy for her but she got it up on her shoulder too. She then took Jerry’s hand and together the three walked down the hall to the waiting vehicles. Many of the other nurses were doing exactly the same thing.

Orderlies were loading the luggage into the vehicles, so Jenny assisted Jerry and Ben onto the troop truck. Most of the guys leaving were well enough to travel without needing the ambulance. Once the two were seated, Jenny looked at them both.

“Ben, keep an eye on Jerry for me, will you,” Jenny asked.

“Sure, Jenny.”

Jenny kissed Ben on the cheek, “Thanks. You were a great patient.”

“You’re the best nurse,” Ben responded.

Jenny kissed Jerry passionately goodbye not caring that some of the other sailors already on the truck noticed and whooped and hollered. She just smiled at them as she said her goodbyes to Jerry. It was then that May appeared with one of her patients. She got him seated then came over to Jenny and in front of Ben.

“May, I ahh…I’m sorry…,” Ben started to say.

“Ben, it’s okay. I wanted to be sure and say goodbye and thanks,” May interjected.

“I’m the one that should…”

May leaned in and kissed his cheek, “You’re welcome and be safe.”

“Thanks,” Ben said, as May smiled at him then left.

Jenny said one final goodbye with one final kiss for Jerry and left too. Her eyes were cloudy with tears as she walked back into the hospital for her next patients. The evacuation took about an hour and the trucks left just after 1300 hours. The nurses waved goodbye as the trucks pulled out. The small hospital already seemed like a quieter place with half the patients discharged now.

“I’ll miss Gary almost as much as you’ll miss Jerry,” Dorrie said to Jenny as they walked back inside.

“Gary? I don’t remember Gary,” Jenny said.

“Yes, you do. Remember the guy with the huge dick we showed you that day?”

“Oh, of course. Was he discharged too?”

“Yeah, I’ll miss that big cock,” Dorrie said, smiling at Jenny as they walked inside.

“You ever find out how big it is hard?” Jenny asked.

“About twelve inches,” Dorrie said, with her eyes glowing mischievously.

“Wow,” Jenny said.

“Yeah, first one I ever had I couldn’t swallow completely,” Dorrie claimed, as Jenny gasped at her in shocked realization of what she was admitting.

Charlotte and Mary Jane had called for a meeting of all the nurses right after the trucks pulled out. They gathered in the small lunch bahis firmaları room and sat at the tables.

“Ladies, I have been informed by the CO that about half of us will be shipping out in the next few weeks. They don’t need us all here any longer as Midway maybe spared any further direct action from the Japanese. The high command is anticipating the battle moving more on the offensive. That is all I can tell you for now,” Charlotte said.

Mary Jane continued, “Future assignments will be posted tomorrow on the main bulletin board in the hospital lobby. Check that on your way into work tomorrow. Any questions?”

No one had questions but the buzz started after the meeting in hushed tones as to who would be going and who would be staying.

“I want to leave this little sandbox,” Viv claimed.

“Me too,” Dorrie agreed.

“Can you volunteer?” Bea asked.

“I don’t know. Let’s ask Charlotte,” Dorrie said.

The nurses walked over to Charlotte as she finished talking with two of the other nurses and Mary Jane. Viv, Bea, and Dorrie explained to Charlotte that they would volunteer to leave and Charlotte agreed to pass it on.

The rest of the day was uneventful with everyone curious about the new assignments. When they were back on duty later that night, Jenny had gone to see her few remaining patients, saving Brad West for last.

“How you doing, Brad?” Jenny asked, as she finally got to his room.

“Bored as hell, Jenny,” Brad said. “It’s really quiet around here now.”

“Yeah, it’s a lot simpler for all the nurses too but some of us are going to leave soon we are being told.”

“Will you be going?” Brad asked, acting as if he would be upset to see her leave.

“I don’t know yet. We will find out tomorrow,” Jenny stated.

“I see,” Brad answered.

“How are your artificial limbs working out?” Jenny asked, noticing his new hardware.

“Not bad for a bunch of wood and metal,” Brad agreed.

“Have you been working with them?”

“Some. Not much yet,” Brad replied.

Jenny checked his chart for the new instructions for his care. He was to be exercised and made to use the artificial limbs at least once per shift. Jenny helped him up and out of bed. He was shaky standing on his one good leg and the new artificial one. Jenny got on his good side and let him lean on her. When his arm first went around her shoulders, it came to rest briefly right over her breast. She quickly looked at him as he moved it.

“Sorry,” Brad said, with a big grin.

“No, you’re not, Brad. Watch it,” Jenny said, but didn’t act too mad.

Jenny held onto his good hand to help steady him but also to prevent further cheap feels. They walked around the room a few steps. Brad was learning quickly to balance on the new leg. He would require much more rehab work but he might soon be able to walk on his own. The arm and hand were less useful. Not much more than a hook, the arm was basically just good to grab things and hold them.

Jenny walked Brad around for a while until they both tired. His weight when he lost balance was hard for Jenny to hold up. She had to stop him from further attempted grabs at her boobs too before she got him back in bed.

“I got to watch you,” Jenny stated, putting his covers back in place.

“I got to get to know you better quickly if you’re going to leave me,” Brad replied.

“Oh, you think so, huh.”

“That’s right,” Brad said, joking with her.

“We’ll just see about that,” Jenny responded, but with a smile equal to his own.

Jenny said, “Goodnight,” and left Brad as the shift was ending.

As the night shift nurses were walking back to the dorm, several of them noticed Charlotte off in the distance by the doctor’s parking lot talking to Doctor Sandler. Viv was walking along beside Jenny and Dorrie too.

“I bet Charlotte is disappointed,” Viv said, as they watched the two conversing.

“Why?” Jenny asked.

“Her good doctor is one of the ones being reassigned,” Dorrie said.

“Some of the doctors are leaving too?” Jenny asked.

“Yeah, Dorrie and I heard from some of the other nurses that several of the doctors were going too. Charlotte’s boyfriend, Doctor Sandler, is one that is leaving.”

“Is she really seeing him?” Jenny questioned.

“Oh, yeah,” Dorrie said. “They are hot and heavy!”

“I hear she loves him,” Viv added.

“Oh, I feel sorry for Charlotte then,” May said, as she too listened in.

“Yeah, tough one! They had a good thing going here while it lasted,” Dorrie claimed.

The nurses made it back to the dorm. Bea, May, and Jenny were tired but they stayed up a little longer discussing the potential of being transferred. Bea was all for it. She was still embarrassed by her night of drunken sex and every time she saw Harvey or Sid it made her cringe even though they were nice to her. She also had no idea who the other two were that fucked her that night so each guy that looked at her with more than a passing glance made her think he must be one. kaçak iddaa It was driving here crazy. ‘A change of scenery,’ she thought, ‘would do me good.’

May was scared of moving further up towards the front lines. She had seen first hand what war was like and really didn’t want any part of it. Jenny was mixed. With Jerry gone, there was nothing tying her here except her friends. She liked the hospital busy and feared she would be bored as it was now. On the other hand she agreed with May. The war was a terrible thing and very dangerous for all close up.

Jenny slept uneasily that morning. She got up at 1300 hours with everyone else but still felt tired. May hadn’t slept well either. Over chow at the mess hall Viv, Dorrie and the three roommates talked more about who they thought would be chosen. They were all ‘low men on the totem pole’ as the newest arrivals and Viv thought, ‘we are all going.’

They all went for a walk on the beach after eating. It was a gorgeous day on Midway. The catcalls from the sailors also on the beach playing volleyball, swimming or exercising amused them. The group passed on an invite to play some volleyball with some marines and kept walking. The discussions were all about what they had each been able to pick up on the news of the war and where the action might move next. They were sure the departing nurses would be following the forward troop movements.

May would have liked to go back and freshen up before shift, but the others were too anxious to see the posted list, so they went to the hospital right from the beach, fifteen minutes early for their shift. The list was there and they huddled around it to read. It was incredible. Viv had called it exactly. All five of them and Charlotte were on the list as the group moving on. Viv, Dorrie, and Bea cheered while May looked worried and Jenny wasn’t sure how to feel. The redeployment was not for three weeks though, so they had time to get used to the idea.

The hospital had not seen a new patient in a week. The remaining patients were all in various stages of recovery and would also be released to duty or heading home soon. The activities around the hospital became mundane and routine compared to right after the Japanese attack. The only fun Jenny had was pushing Brad to work harder at adapting to his new limbs and fighting off his constantly groping good hand. She joked with him he was trouble enough with one hand. With two he would be intolerable. They laughed together about that and Jenny was glad to see him relaxed and in good spirits.

One day Doctor Sandler stopped her and thanked her for her efforts in turning around Brad West’s suicidal tendencies. The doctor could see a marked improvement in his healing both mentally and physically. He gathered from Brad that Jenny was the principal reason. They talked just a brief time but Jenny learned from him that he was leaving in two days. The nurses had a week yet.

The departing nurses were not sure when they would get much rest again so they took advantage of their time off between shifts to get R & R. A few days before they were scheduled to depart, the five of them decided to go for a swim. They had done it several times before but this might be their last change at sun for a while.

Only Viv was used to the waves and knew how to body surf. The rest were heartland USA gals and knew little of the ocean. Bea being a good athlete though, took to it easily as did Jenny. Dorrie was more cautious which surprised Jenny as in everything else she was bold. Dorrie admitted to being a very poor swimmer. May was afraid of the waves and clung to the shoreline despite spirited attempts to get her to join in. Bea tried to convince her she could be a great body surfer with her height and slender build but May wanted no part of it or the occasional jellyfish.

This time quite a few sailors and marines joined them in the surf. They talked and splashed around. As playful as Bea was with the guys, she become like a ball to be tossed around. Three marines gave her rides on their shoulders and tossed her over or into waves. Viv and Dorrie had moved off down the beach with several sailors. As Jenny exited the water to join May, she spotted them and was tempted to go along. She had not done anything for weeks since Jerry left.

“There they go again,” May said, noticing Jenny watching Viv and Dorrie too.

“Yeah, I bet they’re going to get some loving,” Jenny stated, with a laugh.

“You know they are,” May agreed.

“You tempted?” Jenny asked.

“No, not like that,” May said. “Are you?”

“Maybe? I mean I miss sex with Jerry. You miss Ben?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” May agreed.

They went back to their towels to get some sun. The sailors wouldn’t leave them alone though and they soon agreed to join them in a volleyball game. Jenny could feel every man’s eyes on her swimsuit clad body as she played. She moved gracefully and with nice bounces in all the right places. May got looks too but not like Jenny. When Bea joined the game, then Jenny had some competition for kaçak bahis stares. Bea was nearly as cute but her bouncing large breasts drew hungry male eyes like magnets.

Not to get sunburned – they had learned that lesson in the first week at Midway – they headed back to the dorm to freshen up before shift. The three roommates were pretty sure Viv and Dorrie would be late to shift but that didn’t matter much with the slow down. They ran into Charlotte as they arrived at the hospital. She told them, “The official orders have arrived. We have a 0800 hours seaplane taking us to Pearl in two days. Be ready to go.”

So they went through their shift that day thinking about the pending departure. Charlotte had also told them that starting the next day they would be off for the last day. The new schedule for the nurses was going into affect with the nine remaining nurses working three three-nurse shifts. That meant this was their last day working at the hospital. The night shift nurses said goodbye to their remaining patients as they made their rounds. Jenny saved Brad for last.

“Hey there, sailor,” Jenny said, walking into the room.

“Hi, Jenny. I heard the news from Joan earlier. This is your last day, huh?”

“Yeah. Charlotte just told us we are leaving in two days and off tomorrow.”

“Joanie’s being given your third shift. She’s not too pleased with it,” Brad said.

“Yeah. I bet not. She liked evening shift.”

“So, are you excited to be going?” Brad asked.

“I think so. To be honest I’m a little nervous following the war. Hopefully we will get another nice spot like this,” Jenny related.

“Well, I hope you do.”

“Thanks, Brad. Now how are you coming along today?”

“Joanie thought I was making progress.”

“Well, let’s see,” Jenny said, getting him up and moving. His one hand immediately needed restraining. She laughed along with him at his attempt.

Jenny walked him down the hall. He could go for longer distances now and needed much less support. Really, he could walk on his own if he had to. He could even dress himself and was becoming pretty adept with the artificial arm. When they got to the back door of the hospital, Jenny went to guide him back the other way but he stopped.

She was just about to ask why when he said, “Is it a nice night out?”

“Yes, it’s actually a very nice night,” Jenny replied.

“Can we go outside for a short walk?” Brad asked.

“Well, I don’t think we’re supposed to but maybe we could for a short way. But this is the back of the building?”

“That’s okay, Brad said, pushing on the door.

Jenny helped him open it and they walked outside together. Once they were a few yards away from the dim back lights of the building, you could see millions of stars in the clear warm night sky. There was little wind this night. It was isolated too and the few lights on the back of the hospital did little to illuminate the area. There was a small picnic table the orderlies used to grab a smoke and sometimes lunch. At night there wasn’t a soul around and Brad headed for it with Jenny’s helping. When they got to the table he leaned up against it to support his weight.

“What a nice night,” Brad said.

“It is glorious,” Jenny agreed.

Brad pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and to Jenny’s surprise lit one. He offered her one but she declined.

“I didn’t know you smoked?”

“Once in a while, not all the time. I like a cigarette at a time like this. A beautiful night and I’m with a beautiful girl,” Brad said, with a big smile.

“Thanks. But, flattery isn’t going to get you anywhere,” Jenny replied, grinning at him.

“Shucks! I was hoping you would take pity one last time on a wounded sailor before leaving. I could use your touch,” Brad stated, with a smile but also the truth in his eyes.

Jenny was about to respond, ‘no way,’ quickly, when she saw the feelings in his eyes. She hesitated to answer and as she did he pulled a small flask from the top pocket of his surgical clothes. He opened it and took a swig.

“Where did you get that?” Jenny asked, a little put off he was drinking.

“I have friends in high places,” Brad stated, joking with a big smile and offering her the flask.

“What is it?” Jenny asked.

“Whiskey. Want some?”

“I’ve never tried it before,” Jenny said.

“Good time to start if you’re moving out closer to the front lines,” Brad replied.

Jenny hesitated but took the small flask. She looked at him briefly, then put the flask to her lips and drank some. The liquid seemed to ignite going down her throat and she gasped a little.

“Wow, that is powerful stuff,” Jenny said, now feeling the whiskey warming her tummy.

“It has a kick if you’re not used to it, but it’s actually pretty smooth stuff,” Brad claimed.

He took another swig and offered her the flask back again. She took it from him and took another pull. She was better prepared for the heat this time but still gasped a little as it warmed her insides. She handed the flask back to Brad and shook her hand, no more. She didn’t want to get drunk on the job her last day of duty. Brad took a swig which seemed to drain the flask anyway and put it back in his pocket.

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Ann sat on the bed and stared down at the red patch of hair that framed her pussy. Against her better judgment she was going to lose the hair. It’s what her lover wanted. No, it’s what her lover demanded. She had shaved it off once before and definitely hadn’t liked the itchy feeling as it grew back. She had sworn she wouldn’t do it again but here she was getting ready to lose it again and all because of a piece of paper.

She had agreed to basically do whatever he wanted for an entire day. She was going to give herself completely to him and completely submit to him. All of her holes were there for the taking and she knew that she could expect them all to be filled repeatedly with cock. The thought made her pussy twitch. She liked the idea of not being in control of what happened to her.

She stared at herself in the full-length mirror that her lover had propped up for her. She smiled to herself. A couple of years ago she would have said this would never happen. There was no way she would ever be sitting in bed, legs spread wide, staring at her own wet pussy and preparing to shave her bush. But one email from her frustrated lover had taken her down the path of sexual self-discovery and awakening and now everything was different. She picked up the scissors and bit her lip and began cut. Each tug brought a tingle to her moist center. As the hair disappeared she felt like she was losing a vital part of herself. Or maybe she was just becoming someone else.

She thought of her lover and how he always wanted a taste of her sex when the alarm clock sounded each morning. To start off each morning with her scent on his fingers and tongue. He would slide his fingers through her hair and dip into her moist folds, coating them with her wetness. She thought of that single illegal bahis digit, circling her hole and then delving into the crack of her ass to lightly touch her tight asshole. She could almost feel his hard shaft nestled against her ass as he spooned with her in the early daylight. She rarely followed through with his desires in the morning hours with too much to do and not enough time for diversions. Still those little touches showed that she was desirable and it was a nice way to start the day.

She could see her slit clearly now that the hair was cleared away. Now she reached for electric razor that he had provided for the task. It was small and pink and specifically designed to trim her sensitive regions. She turned it on and touched it tentatively to her stubble. The pleasant humming vibration show through her skin and brought a flush to her chest. The razor was brand new so the blades were sharp and made quick work of what was left of her hair. She looked down and then looked in the mirror. Her pussy was glistening with wetness. She felt strangely younger as she stared at the slight 5-o-clock shadow that framed her honey-pot. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all, she thought.

She reached for the shaving cream and coated the area with a thick layer of the slippery lubricant. She spread it over her pussy and ran her fingers down toward her ass, spreading the cream and enjoying the sliding sensation. She paused to let the cream moisten and soften her skin before continuing. While she waited she closed her eyes again, and let her mind wander as she began to think about what the night had in store for her.

There was no doubt that she would be sucking a lot of cock tonight. It was one of her lover’s favorite things and she was pretty good at it, if she illegal bahis siteleri did say so herself. She loved feeling that hard, hot fleshy spike impaling her mouth and plunging to the back of throat. When she concentrated she could get the head in her throat and get her lips all the way down to the base so that her lips were resting against his balls. She licked her lips as she thought about it and waited for the shaving cream to soften the stubble of hair left above her dripping pussy. As she licked her lips, she could almost taste the drops of pre-cum that oozed from that cock whenever it was in her mouth. She loved to pump the shaft and lick the tip as the tiny droplets bubbled up and dripped down over her hand. Her pussy twitched involuntarily as she thought about it. It was also almost a given that she would be swallowing a fair amount of cum. It was always exciting to know that it was her mouth that would bring on the flood of hot, gooey liquid pulsing up to spurt against her tongue and slid down her gulping throat. A little moan escaped her lips and she dropped her hand involuntarily between her legs and swirled her fingers languidly through the slippery cream, tracing her engorged pussy lips.

And that certainly would not be the only orifice filled with cock tonight, she mused to herself. If the contract she signed was any indicated she would have that same cock plunging into her wet pussy as well. She could imagine quite a bit of what the evening held for her. Legs spread as wide as possible, pussy filled with cock. She loved to feel the hardness buried deep inside of her and her lover did not often disappoint. She could count on a hard, prolonged fuck that would have her cumming over and over again.

If I keep thinking like this, I might start canlı bahis siteleri cumming right now, she giggled to herself. She found that her fingers had continued to stray between her wide-spread legs finger-painting the foamy shaving soap that covered her nether region. As she lightly touched the bridge of skin between her pussy hole and her asshole her mind went blank for a moment and then focused on her tightest hole. She had never believed that she would like anal sex after a painful first try but she had finally been convinced to try it again and things had never been the same. It was still slightly uncomfortable but she found that she didn’t just like it. She loved it. She shivered slightly, knowing that the night would not be complete without the total fullness she felt with a cock lodged in her tight anus. And if things went as she hoped she would be feeling doubly full with a real cock and a fake cock plugging both her holes simultaneously. Those were some orgasms she was looking forward to.

With an audible gasp she opened her eyes and stared at the woman in the mirror with the wide spread legs. I can’t wait, she thought. She reached for the triple-blade razor and dipped it in the bowl of warm water that her lover had left for her. With a slightly trembling hand she began to slide the blade through the cream cutting away the last tiny nubs of hair.

She watched the mirror as she carefully moved the blade over the edges of her pussy lips and down toward her crack. Soon the last remnants of her hair were gone.

She used a towel to wipe off the small traces of shaving cream that remained and then poured some mineral oil into her palm. She rubbed the oil over her skin. Just her own light touch brought a new tingle. It felt so different. She hoped her lover liked the new look. She couldn’t wait to test drive her bare skin. Her fingers strayed down as she thought about it. Her orgasm washed over her and as she lightly flicked her naked clit she realized that it was only the beginning of a very long night.

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Blasted barbecues. I can’t stand them, but my father loves them. For him it’s a chance to drink and show off his cooking skills, surrounded by friends and family. For me it’s a chance to chew on a piece of meat that my father has managed to both under and over cook. I’d find myself biting into raw steak surrounded by charcoal. And I don’t drink. Or not much, anyway. I like an occasional beer or a glass of wine, but that’s it.

I’d generally hang around the edges of the barbecue, showing willing, until a time came when I could sneak away and make myself a real meal. It’s different when there are people my age there, but all too often the only extras are people my parent’s age. People my age (that’s eighteen if you must know) have too much sense to attend.

So here we were again on a Saturday night. Instead of me being at a dance or nightclub with my friends I’m expected to be at the barbecue, making myself useful. I put out salad and bread. I provide drinks and drinking vessels. I run in and get the meat when dad wants it. I run off to find a lighter when dad’s wasted all the matches trying to light the grill. I slowly go out of my mind with boredom and frustration.

Mum and Dad smile, and drink and socialise and have a great time and assume that I must be having a great time as well and I could just scream.

“Run and turn the lights on, sweet,” says Dad. “It’s getting dark.”

No kidding. It was almost pitch black, but the lights don’t go on until Dad says. So I turn on the lights and the barbecue area lights up, making the rest of the yard look pitch black in comparison.

Finally, this is my chance. I fade of towards the edges of the crowd, edging closer and closer to the gloom of the yard. Then I’ve crossed the boundary and am hidden by the dark. Now I could circle around and vanish into the house for something to eat.

I damn near screamed when a voice whispered in my ear.

“Sneaking off, are we?” it said.

Turning in the direction of the voice I could see this figure looming over me. Secure in the knowledge that there were a lot of people just yards away I moved closer, trying to see who it was. I finally worked out it was Neil, one of our neighbours, a relative new-comer to the area.

“What are you doing here?” I snapped. “Besides giving girls heart attacks.”

He laughed.

“Do you mean here, at the barbecue, or here, talking to you in the dark?”

“Either, both, I guess.”

“Well as far as the barbecue is concerned, you should know your father. He invites everyone, so I came along. It helps me get illegal bahis to know the people in my new neighbourhood.

As far as talking to you is concerned, I was just stretching my legs in the yard when the lights came on. I was heading back to the main barbecue area when I saw you carefully sneaking away.”

“I was not sneaking away,” I said indignantly. “I was, um, just stretching my own legs. That’s all.”

“Liar,” came the prompt retort. “I saw your face as you came sneaking away, and you were looking so relieved to be escaping. What’s wrong? Don’t you like barbecues?”

“I quite enjoy barbecues,” I informed him. “I just prefer a crowd closer to my own age.”

“And a better cook,” I muttered quietly. Not quietly enough, as Neil heard me.

“I have known cooks who can grill a terrific steak over a barbecue grill,” Neil told me. “Your Dad is not one of them.”

Now it was my turn to laugh. He was so right.

“You know, when I saw you sneaking out I said to myself, Neil, my boy, this is your lucky day. That young woman is coming here searching for you. She wants a kiss and you’re the one she’s chosen to give it to her.”

“What? You have to be joking.”

“Not really. Let’s find out.”

He kissed me. I didn’t mind. What harm could it do? I kissed him back.

It was quite thrilling really. We were only just outside the circle of light cast by the spotlights around the barbecue area. Standing there in around the barbecue were my parents and all their friends and neighbours, drinking and eating and gossiping. And here, in the outer darkness, I was being expertly kissed by Neil.

It was exciting. He was an excellent kisser and I found it all very stimulating – which is probably why I didn’t protest when a hand started stroking by breasts. Neil’s hand just closed over one and squeezed. I could feel my nipple puckering. As did the other when he switched sides.

I mean, he was just caressing me through my top, after all, and there wasn’t that much he could do. I held to that thought even when he pulled my top loose from my skirt and slipped his hands up to cup my breasts.

Neil kissed me some more, and then his hand slipped around my back and unhooked my bra. This time when his hands came around I hesitated, breaking the kiss and drawing back a little.

He didn’t push me, exactly. He let me pull back and refrained from rudely grabbing. There was enough reflected light for me to see his face and he was smiling. Then, moving slowly, giving me a chance to back away or refuse, his hands moved up, brushing the illegal bahis siteleri bra aside and closing over my naked breasts.

I almost squealed with the shock of it. I’m sure my eyes were big and staring. I mean, my father was just over there. He might not be able to see us but I could certainly see him. If I looked. I was kind of looking at Neil to the exclusion of all else.

My breasts were sending back those little ‘hey, this is fun’ signals that you get when a boy touches you there. It was fun. I liked it. What harm could it do? I relaxed and Neil was kissing me again and I was kissing him just as enthusiastically.

Afterwards, I decided that it was the pleasure I was getting from the way he was teasing my breasts and nipples that distracted me at just the wrong time. I mean, he was kissing me, and he had one hand raising a riot with my breasts and the other hand was caressing my bottom and holding me against him.

I swear, even though I was a roused and suspected that he was, sex didn’t even occur to me. OK. I more than suspected that Neil was aroused. I’d felt and thrilled to that hard rigidity when he’d pressed me against him. But it was still all reasonably innocent and harmless.

When did it stop being innocent. Oh, I’d say about the time that I realised that his cock was already pushing its way up inside me. I’d felt his hand on my bottom and plucking lightly at my panties but he hadn’t tried to slip his hand under them. I’d thought he was just teasing and stirring me up by hinting at what might happen. It never occurred to me that he was slowly moving my panties to the side, leaving my pussy unprotected.

One moment I was kissing Neil and he was rubbing a nipple under his thumb and then his cock just pushed past my lips and started moving up into me.

I gasped and broke the kiss damn fast, let me tell you. I was staring at him in shock and he was smiling at me, damn him, and his cock was still slowly pushing up into me.

I wanted to tell him to stop, to take it out. So what did I do? I just stared at him while he kept creeping higher inside me. There was this terrible lassitude creeping over me. Any resistance I might have had just seemed to drain away as Neil’s cock crept higher. Then the hand on my bottom tugged me towards him that last little bit and he was inside me. He really was. I just couldn’t believe it.

Then he was kissing me again, and I just sank against him, totally lost to what was happening. Neil’s hand was on my bottom, encouraging me to sway in unison with him, while his cock dipped in and canlı bahis siteleri out, teasing my arousal, building on it.

This three pronged assault just went on and on, and I submitted without a struggle. I suppose submitted isn’t really the right word. Permitted? No, not that, either. Cooperated with great delight and enthusiasm? That would be nearer the mark.

I didn’t give a damn that my nearest and dearest were just standing a few yards away, chatting and partying. I didn’t even think of all the neighbours and friends at the barbecue, any of whom might decide to take a walk down the yard into the dark garden.

As far as I was concerned the dark garden belonged to Neil and me. We were surrounded and protected by a cocoon of darkness and we were taking full advantage of it.

Neil’s cock was sliding back and forth with great fervour and I was reacting, happily pushing to meet it as it plunged into me. My arousal was complete and now my excitement was building rapidly.

Heat was burning deep within me, urging me to throw myself against Neil and cling to him, wanting him to continue using me, taking me on this fascinating trip we had embarked on, not wanting it to end. I swear, if my father had wandered over to see what we were doing, I would have told him to just wait for a moment as I was busy.

Then it wasn’t just my pussy that was burning. The heat was flaring up while ripples of excitement were emanating from my breasts. My lips were hot, my tongue tasting Neil, mouth meshed to mouth.

Mouth to mouth, body to body, we were one. And the excitement and heat were still building within me. I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t go any higher and things were coming apart. I couldn’t think, I could only feel, and Neil was driving in harder and faster and it was too much, nobody could put up with this, and then I felt him coming deep inside me and I seemed to jerk and then I was climaxing.

I didn’t make a sound apart from a groan deep in my throat that Neil swallowed. I could vaguely feel he was venting deep inside me but I was being swept away, heedless of everything but what was happening to me.

Eventually I got myself together again. Neil had withdrawn and he’d even straightened my clothes, including hooking up my bra.

“You OK?” he asked.

I nodded, still trembling a little. OK? I felt bloody terrific.

“You were marvellous, you know?” he told me softly.

“You weren’t too bad yourself,” I admitted. “Ah, we’d better get back to the barbecue before we’re missed.”

He grinned, gave me a last hard kiss and drifted over into the light. Me, I circled around the edge and into the house. Neil might get away with a sticky cock in his pants but I need to have a shower and change mine.

I have to admit, this has been the most unusual barbecue I’ve ever been at.

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