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Aruna sighed, tossing in her bed unable to settle down for the night. She regretted having fucked her Uncle Sudhir. But her reasons were different from what one might have imagined.

Aruna had only recently got married. She and her husband Gopi were both fairly young; she 22 and he was just 25. Gopi was inexperienced but had all the passion and desire that a young man would have. She, on the other hand, was really quite naïve and uninitiated in sexual matters.

Aruna remembered how she had been with her Sudhir Uncle. She called him ‘Daddy-Uncle’ fondly in acknowledgement of his role as a family senior. Over the years she had never been too conscious that the relative she was being physically close to was a male. She touched him, she sat on his lap and did other things a girl her age ought not to have done.

She wondered how ‘Daddy-Uncle’ had managed with her sexual naïveté. She could not remember one occasion on which Sudhir Uncle had touched her breasts or her pussy or tried to kiss or touch her.

She could however remember several occasions on which she had sat on him. Rested herself on him, her tender budding breasts pressing hard against his chest. Of feeling him against her ass as she sat on his lap. How had she been so ignorant?

But she was. Thinking back, knowing what she did know she could believe it.

Gopi, her new husband had to teach her everything about sex. Most of what they did together was based on what he had seen in porn movies. He made her hold his cock which she found ‘icky’. But then he shocked her by kissing her in places she considered ‘dirty’. The icky stuff seemed like a good deal in exchange for the pleasure he gave her kissing her pussy and licking it like he was feeding.

The first time he held her head and guided her to his cock, she held her breath. As she choked she breathed. And then, guided by his hands, she bobbed up and down on him. The tastes and smells were acrid but her husband’s pleasure kept her going. And then those smells yielded to new tastes and aromas she was happy to slurp on.

And he made her do many things to parts of his body she did not know existed. But then he also did things to her she did not know were possible. And then in their lovemaking, their fucking they did those same things to each other over and over again. Different sequences. Different moments.

And as she learned to let him use his cock on her and as she demanded things from him Aruna changed. Almost immediately, Aruna remembered the day she had sat on Sudhir Uncle’s lap and felt his erection. She had not known then; but now she knew that back then ‘Daddy-Uncle’ had been aroused by her. Aruna’s pussy twitched at the thought.

She was fond of her ‘Daddy-Uncle’ and felt that for all the bonding that they had shared and intimacy she had shown, the fact that sex was missing was incredible. She had not known. But he must have known, surely?

Had he not felt her nipples poking? Or her pussy rub against his thigh? Could he not have told her about sex? He had taught her almost everything else that prepared her for life. From how to ride a bike to cracking her exams at the highest level.

But why did he not teach her to fuck?

Possessing no inhibition about Uncle Sudhir — they were so close- Aruna decided to something about the one thing that still separated her from him. Immediately on return from her honeymoon — during which she and Gopi had not even seen the reception of the hotel- Aruna went visiting.

While her mother spent time in the kitchen with Shanta aunty (Sudhir’s wife), Aruna took her uncle even as he sat on his chair. She mounted him, having planned to wear a short denim skirt. She often wore clothes that were basically inappropriate around a conventional Indian home. But this time she left out wearing panties and her bra.

She spread her legs so he would notice.

When he saw that her pussy was bare he told her what she was doing was wrong. But Aruna pointed out that he was not supposed to have looked up her skirt in the first place; so he had no way of knowing.

She was pleased that he let her pull down his trousers. His engorged penis sprang out, shocking that little girl of his. She had only just been introduced to the male anatomy in its sexual splendor.

Was she ready for this?

Ready or not, she took him. She on top, he reclining in his chair. Stretched and spread to her widest, she had struggled to take him in; but she did.

She had fucked him like Gopi had taught her to. Under pressure to ‘finish’ before they were discovered she kept checking whether he was near cumming. ‘Daddy-Uncle’s staying power confirmed what she had suspected all along. Sudhir Uncle was strong and virile; if Gopi was this much, Daddy-Uncle would be more.

Gopi came quickly. But he fucked her often enough every day of their honeymoon.

Sudhir Uncle took a lot to cum. In the meantime, she had cum uncounted times. When Daddy-Uncle came in her she was clogged with his cum. illegal bahis It was a tight plugged pussy messed up with great gobs of his cum. There was so much she wanted to do, but there was no time.

She wanted to do more things that Gopi had taught her; like suck him. Like lie back and have him pound her to nothing. Like feel his strong shoulders around her thighs and ass as he sucked her cunt.

Gopi had shown her everything; but Daddy-Uncle was stronger with a harder, firmer body. She could connect what Gopi was teaching with what she knew of her Daddy-Uncle.

But in that corner office of Sudhir Uncle’s the only thing she could do was mount and ride him to a quick finish.

After that furtive fuck, neither Aruna nor Sudhir were really done. Sudhir’s hard-on returned quicker than it had in recent years. Aruna’s cunt throbbed for more. She had cleaned out the mess made from fucking Sudhir Uncle. By the time she reached her car her pussy was squishy again — not from anything Uncle Sudhir had deposited in her.

When Gopi returned from work, his still new bride took him with a gusto and hunger he had been accustomed to from the honeymoon days. Gopi himself had struggled through his work day, his cock going hard time and again at the thought of his young wife. He had been pleasantly surprised that while she had known nothing of sex, she had taken to it with the fervor of a new convert.

Aruna discovered her husband also liked to talk dirty in bed. After sucking orgasms out of her pussy and reducing her to a bubbling mass of flesh begging for more, he taught her the word ‘fuck’. He made her beg him to fuck her. He called her a bitch as he hammered into her.

She clung on to him as he fucked her. They came in unison. She stifled her scream then. Later he made her scream. He made her cry out his name. He made her ask for his cock. Soon Aruna learned the vocabulary that her husband wanted her to use in their bedroom. Words she had never heard before in the protected environment of her home.

Today too, they fucked like rutting animals.

Aruna screamed the same way they had in their honeymoon cottage.

“Oh fuck me, you bastard! Yes cum! Oh yes take me! Oh fuckkkkk!” she bellowed.

By the time Gopi covered her mouth with his, his new bride’s screams and begging dirty talk had carried to the ears of his parents downstairs.

Such language! Well, at least their son was getting what he wanted from her in bed, they thought to themselves.

He fucked her three times that evening. Once when he just returned from work, once before dinner and once more at bedtime. And now he was asleep.

And there was Aruna, tossing around on her bed, regretting having fucked Uncle Sudhir. While the sex with Gopi continued to excite her, the thickness of Daddy-Uncle’s cock had imprinted itself on her mind. She needed that incredible, downright scary stretch.

While Gopi’s dirty talk turned her on, she wondered if Uncle Sudhir used similar language with Shanta aunty. Unlikely. But she wanted to find out.

While Gopi’s cumming in her was satisfying to her, she wondered about Sudhir Uncle’s drenching and forceful cum.

Something in the encounter with her Daddy-Uncle robbed her of the complete satiation she had with Gopi.

She was restless. She needed more. She wondered if Sudhir Uncle did to Shanta aunty the kind of things Gopi did to her. More important, did Shanta aunty know how to give Sudhir Uncle the full pleasure of the kind Gopi had taught her to give him? And if Shanta aunty didn’t then she Aruna would give Sudhir Uncle that.

She wanted her Daddy-Uncle to have everything. He had done so much for her. She felt she could repay him with that extra dimension of pleasure. She found herself hoping that Shanta aunty did not know all that and that she would have that opportunity.

And despite having been fucked thrice that evening, she stirred as her pussy twitched at the thought of how Sudhir Uncle’s cock made her overfull.

And it was this restlessness for more that made her regret having fucked him at all.

Opportunities to meet Sudhir Uncle were not hard to come by. For years every one visited every one else’s place at will. The houses were in the same locality. However, part of that ‘open-house’ culture also meant that there were no closed doors and no really absolute privacy.

She caught him in his home-office in one corner of the hall. They had always been playful with each other. Aruna wanted that playfulness to remain but she wanted it to be loaded with her new found discoveries. She had always teased him and now she had a new way to do just that.

The moment Sudhir saw Aruna flounce in he tried to get up; but his recliner made that difficult. Soon, she was in front of him and leaning forward she gave him a good look down the front of her top. Aruna did not have all that much to show, her breasts being reasonably flat, more like inverted saucers; they were covered quite completely by illegal bahis siteleri the bra she was wearing.

“So how is my Daddy-Uncle?” she asked impishly.

“I am fine,” grunted Sudhir. Over the years his embarrassment at dealing with the girl had increased as she grew older. He had now reached a new level of inhibition following the way she had taken him just the other day.

“Or should I be more precise and ask how your cock is?” she laughed.

Sudhir squirmed. Suddenly after years of enforcing discipline and standards he found it difficult to reprimand Aruna for her language.

“Have you ever used words like that?” she asked him.

“What do you mean?” stammered Sridhar.

“With aunty. Does she ask for this — your cock?” she asked reaching out and searching out the outline of his cock.

“I can’t be talking about all that you,” gasped Sudhir.

“Why not? I can tell you that Gopi does talk like that with me! And I too with him!” she said laughingly. She found his cock and rubbed lightly with her thumb as it progressed from its repose to a state of excitement.

“You shouldn’t be,” said Sudhir.

“Shouldn’t be what?” asked Aruna.

“Telling me what you talk and do with him in your bedroom,” said Sudhir.

“Oh, I thought you were going to say that I should not use such language,” said Aruna with a smile.

“You are no longer a little girl, you know. So I cannot tell you what to talk or not,” he said.

“Oh, so you agree that I am now grown up!” she teased him, wiggling her chest at him seductively.

“Well, after what happened the other day…..” mumbled Sudhir.

“But Daddy-Uncle! I do want to know some things about language,” she pouted.

Sudhir groaned inwardly. If he had known she would be here he would have worn his jeans or trousers. As it was he was wearing the traditional ‘mundu’ which is a sarong — like garment worn on the lower part of the body. Quite often he wore nothing else underneath but today, luckily he was wearing underwear.

Still, the ‘mundu’ was bad at concealing hard-ons and all this talk from his niece was definitely having the effect she desired. As she looked down at him as she stood in front of him, she saw the bulge twitch and grow. She sighed. That mass of delectable flesh was what had caused all that restlessness last night.

Somehow, Gopi seemed more like an appetizer. Everything he did with his cock make her pussy tingle and desire the fullness and stretching out she had experienced with her Sudhir Uncle. It was a different matter when Gopi “ate her out” as Gopi called. That orgasm was wild. But she still needed to stuff herself — engorge herself on Sudhir Uncle. But at least that orgasm drained her enough for her to last — till this moment.

“What language?” asked Sudhir, who had always prided himself on the standard of education that their previous generation had received. The current lot did not have half of the command on language they should have had.

“Like how to make love-talk!” she said happily, jumping and clapping her hands, suddenly becoming the same little girl who had refused to grow up all these years.

Shanta and Aruna’s mom looked at her from the other end of the hall and laughed. “I wonder how she manages,” mused Aruna’s mother. “She is still a little girl!”

“So long as Gopi is happy its fine,” said Shanta aunty leading the way back into the kitchen.

The levels of that extended hall were such and Sudhir’s office was so arranged that you could not see Sudhir if he was on his recliner. If anyone in that area stood up they could be seen from torso upwards only. And a little woman like Aruna a little less than that too.

But had anyone spotted Aruna bouncing up and down the other day, her head bobbing and flailing in the pleasure that was pounded out by Sudhir’s too-large-to-consume cock they would have no doubts. The rhythm, the bounce and the body language were unmistakable- especially to Shanta and her sister (Aruna’s mom).

Aruna now leaned forward again, switching from girl to woman-unleashed and whispered, “Don’t you know love-talk? Didn’t you and Shanta aunty talk dirty when — making love?” asked Aruna emphasizing the ‘making love’ in a sultry voice.

Talk dirty? What was the girl talking about? A generation gap was at play here. Sudhir’s generation didn’t talk so much as they did. In their part of the country the men were virile and the women were game. Sex was not taboo but nor was it openly bandied about. You did what you did and you kept it to yourself.

Sudhir’s younger days were filled with sport. Being the district football team captain made him attractive to his cousins and their friends. Heavy petting, kissing and fondling breasts with a quick undoing of blouses and mutual masturbation had all been added benefits of his local sports stardom.

His real action had been with the older women in their village; women who he called ‘chechi’ (older sister) per local tradition, canlı bahis siteleri who seemed to his eyes lovely luscious cauldrons of lust. He lost his virginity to one such and stealthily visited her and others on long lazy afternoons. Skirts were hoisted to ride and let him ride. Blouses were opened for him to feast on dizzyingly sumptuous breasts.

There was no talk except the endearing cooing from an older woman as he suckled on her breasts. They loved to rock him and feed him and mother him, even as they lusted his sexual vigor.

He being the younger man in those situations and with this whom he called ‘elder sister’ there was hardly any scope for ‘dirty talk’. It would be disrespectful to those women. It would no longer allow them to think of him as a ‘nice young man’. And if the hero worship stopped then too, would the trysts vanish.

As his experience with the wonderful, loving women grew, he found lesser and lesser need for the girls in his own age group; not to mention the possibility of them wanting to wed him.

Aruna had been his first, shocking encounter with a younger girl? Younger women? Rarely. Society taught him to take on responsibility for those younger and the leader in him rose to that role. Over the years Sudhir came to be regarded as a family elder to turn to.

“Who else will I turn to?” Aruna pouted again in that childish, delightful manner. “You have,” she said, pausing and touching his now larger-than-ever cock again “all the experience to teach me. Don’t you want me to be happy in my marriage?” she asked teasingly.

“Tell me about Shanta aunty and you,” she pressed on.

“There is nothing to tell,” said Sudhir his voice cracking from a sudden dryness in his throat.

“Why?” asked Aruna, reaching for the bottle of water. She opened and held it over his mouth like she had done enough number of times over the years. But there was something sexually charged this time about how she let a slow stream of water fall to Sudhir’s parched mouth.

“We didn’t talk much during the time we spent together like that,” said Sudhir avoiding the use of the word “sex” or the phrase “love making”. If there was any corrupting going on over here he did not want to implicate himself. He found himself walking a thin line between what Aruna had done the last time she visited and his own response to that. Like her restlessness, he found himself walking around with an erection. He had tried to dispel thoughts of how she had bounced on his cock, how tight the fit had been — and therefore how hard the releasing shots of cum had been. Every time he spurted the tight fuck-down and caused his cum to rocket into her.

For years he had simply slipped over a house’s compound wall and found his way into the arms of the coterie of ‘chechis’ who were delighted to fuck him when he needed it. That day, after innumerable years, he masturbated to the memory of his niece’s vigorous fucking. And even though he had spent inside her in torrents, he came again in torrents.

He could have taken his lust to Shanta but after what Aruna had done to him, with him, Sudhir found himself withdrawn, drinking a little more, smoking a little more and staring at the distance a lot more.

Aruna now sat down on his thighs, legs astride, and brought her face close to his and with sparkling eyes asked, “So you don’t know any of those words?”

The other day she had sat down sideways like she usually did. She then swung her leg around to straddle him. That was when he spotted the absence of panties. That was when he saw his niece’s bare pussy. Instead of anger and control, if there was shock and confusion that day, it was because of Aruna’s disarming ways; and unbridled, instant lust on his part.

“This,” she whispered into his face, her hands between them, grabbing his cock –snared in his underwear and therefore not offering her any grip – as best as her little hand could, “is called cock,” she finished. She pronounced ‘cock’ with a hardness to her voice as if to emphasize what it meant to her.

Her mind went back to that first fuck. She had a complete recording in her mind. She had played that back and forth again and again. Despite incessant fucking by her husband she had found it necessary to play herself at the thought of the fuck with Sudhir. Yes, she remembered it perfectly well. Yes, her Daddy-Uncle was right.

He had not spoken much during their encounter. She remembered having asked him why he had not taught her to “fuck”; but that had been at the height of her own orgasm. And after that she had had to rush to the washroom lest her mom and aunt spot the cum running down her legs. They too had not talked much. Perhaps that was how it was with Sudhir Uncle! Perhaps the sex was so maniacal that nothing else happened!

“This,” she said in a low voice “is called pussy,” She grabbed his hand and insinuated it between her legs to her crotch and rubbed the back of his hand against herself. She shivered. He felt there was another layer of garment beneath her skirt; thankfully she was wearing panties today.

“You have the experience! You are supposed to be the teacher!” she said loudly as she sat up suddenly, upright, complaining. This was her original persona; nothing sexual.

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Beth came home from work in her office the same time as always, around 6 p.m., and Jack, her husband was dutifully making dinner and tidying up around the house, having gotten out of work an hour or so before. Theirs was a happy, long marriage, both in their early 60s, their kids grown and gone, both athletic and active. Beth was a vivacious, charming 61, short silky blonde hair, beautiful face, deep tan and lean, sinewy body, with long, muscular legs and the usual sags and wrinkles of a woman her age but wearing her maturity well.

And she was a fun lady, everyone’s favorite at parties, charming, laughing all the time, upbeat and positive, taking the jokes in stride about her being a cross between Harriett Nelson and June Cleaver, but she was an all-American gal of grace and charm.

“Hi honey!” she said brightly, coming in this day, putting down her briefcase and kissing Jeff as he sat at the counter for a moment, reading the paper, dinner simmering on the stove, she looking lovely and chipper in her dark slacks, white blouse and blazer, her usual office wear. “How’s things?”

“Great honey, dinner’s almost ready,” he said. “Poured you some wine…”

She smiled, picked it up and looked at a pile of clothes in the corner.

“Hon, didn’t you get to the dry cleaners today?” she asked pleasantly.

Jeff’s jaw dropped as he looked over at it, standing up and slowly walking around the counter to where Beth stood, smiling.

“Uh, no, I had a meeting today and it slipped my mind, I forgot to put it…..”

She was still smiling as she rocketed her right foot up between Jeff’s legs, connecting with his balls and sending him crashing back over the counter, flipping into the living room, slamming to the floor where he rolled over into a ball, screaming in pain and holding his nuts.

“Honey…I’m sorry!” he groaned as she laughed, and sauntered over to where he rolled on the floor.

“Oh, sweetie, it’s OK, really, I love you anyway,” she sighed, waiting for an opening and then slamming a foot down into Jack’s tenderized balls, grinding like she was putting out a cigarette, his trembling hands holding onto her supple, solid calf through her pants as he tried to alleviate the pressure. “Now just be a good boy and take it!”

She sat in a chair, crossed her legs and sipped her wine as she waited for him to recover, watching the news. illegal bahis He staggered to his knees and she patted her crossed leg, smiling at him. He moaned, and obeyed, straddling her strong thigh, facing her, feeling his sore nuts resting on it. She playfully bounced that leg up and down, sending the hard surface of her GILF thigh pulsing into his package, making it ache with renewed vigor. She laughed and gently drew his face to her neck with one hand, tilting her head to the side.

“You may suckle my neck while I bounce my thigh into your testicles, Jack,” she said brightly. “Go on, lick and suck at my sexy throat flesh, I know you love it!”

“Oh, I do, Beth, GOD, I do, I do,” he moaned, muffled, suckling on the folds of granny neck, sexy, hot, salty, as she continued to pump her thigh into his balls, feeling his dick stiffen against it.

“Mmmm, that feels nice, Jack, you suckle my neck and throat so well, my darling,” she moaned, pumping her hard thigh harder into his balls and dick, making him moan on that fine line of pleasure and pain. “Do be a dear now and stand up, and remove your pants!”

Jack groaned, standing slowly, reaching for his belt but stopping. Beth looked up, a smile on her pretty face, then stood to face him, embracing him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and whispering into his ear.

“Now Jack, you know better than to resist, just go along now, you know you want to, right?” she giggled.

“Yes, Beth…but…it just…hurts….”

“Yes, it DOES hurt, darling!” she laughed, suddenly ramming a thigh into his nuts, making him groan in her neck and jump up off his feet. “But you love me, and it hurts SO good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes…I love you…but hurts…yes…,” he mumbled as she rammed his balls over and over, holding him close to her, that hard thigh pummeling his nuts.

“Shh….shhhhhh…shhh….,” she cooed, biting his ear, each shush accompanied by a pumping muscular GILF thigh to his balls, holding him upright. “C’mon, Jack, take it…..take it…..”

She pumped his balls for five solid minutes until she was the only thing holding him up. Laughing, she stopped finally, and lowered him to his knees as she sat in the chair, crossing her leg, allowing him to rest his moaning head on the top leg that was just punishing his balls. She smoothed his face, tousled his hair, smiling down at illegal bahis siteleri him.

“There now, that wasn’t so bad was it darling?” she smiled. “How soon until dinner?”

“Fifteen…or so…,” he sighed, looking up at his wife of 35 years, smiling weakly at her, unable to resist her gentle domination.

“Good, good, stand up now dear, and take down your pants!” she chirped, guiding him to his feet as she remained in the chair.

He moaned and obeyed, dropping his pants, his stiff dick bobbing up before him, glistening with pre-cum at the tip. Beth smiled broadly and shuffled forward in her seat, lifting her hands up and cupping his sore nuts in them, squeezing softly, feeling the meat of them ooze in her bony fingers.

“Darling, you STILL get erect for me after all these years, you must love me so much!” she laughed, flicking the tip of his wet dick with her tongue.

“I do, honey, I do,” he sighed, looking down at his beautiful old wife. “Even when it hurts…”

“But like I said,” she growled before leaning forward to engulf his cock in her wrinkled mouth, “it hurts SO good!”

And it did. Beth sucked his dick deep into her puckered lips, gobbling it inch by inch, slurping it with her tongue, and at the same time, crushing his balls in her long, skinny fingers, kneading the flesh of them, first the right, then the left, pulling them down one at a time, milking the meat, making him groan in pleasure and pain.

He felt her smile around his cock as he watched her work his nuts, seeing the silky forearm muscles and sinew dance, the skinny fingers working hard, the sweet wrinkles of her cheeks and lips and chin working into a sexy puckered pattern, a mewing sound coming from her throat, her pretty silky blonde hair moving back and forth with her head.

No one on Earth gave a blowjob like his wife, not that he had a lot of experience with other women save for a few prior to marrying her. She was skilled beyond belief, sucking the head into her mouth, washing it with the wet heat of her long tongue, pulling it into her throat, milking it with the muscles of her gullet, and then slipping it out to the tip again, over and over, all the while punishing and pleasing his balls with brutally increasing pressure from her expertly milking hands.

He wouldn’t last long, he knew, he never could and within minutes, he canlı bahis siteleri felt his balls knot under the crushing fingers of his 62-year-old wife, the pleasure overriding the pain as the first jet of jism blasted from his anguished nuts and into her moaning mouth. The pain took over again as Beth felt the first spurt fill her cheeks and she squeezed his nuts harder, pulling down on each, feeling them collapse in her fingers, feeling the cum escape them, urged on faster by the crush of her grip.

He came and came hard, screaming in pleasure, writhing in pain, as Beth milked him dry, filling her cheeks until some cum ran from the corners of her mouth, running down the wrinkled pucker to her chin and dripping down her sexy neck folds and into the cleavage of her open blouse, between the tanned, wrinkled mounds of her beautiful tits. She finally released his balls from her milking hands and let his wet prick plop from her mouth. She looked up, smiling, her mouth a pearlish smear of sperm.

He sighed as she pulled him to his knees, fixing him in a hypnotic stare with her dreamy, brown eyes, kissing him deeply, pushing the load of cum into his mouth with her tongue, swabbing his cheeks, stabbing her spermy tongue down his throat, moaning as she twisted her head side to side, making out like a teenager with her 62-year-old soul mate. She held his head in her strong hands, her eyes open now, staring into his, assuring him all was well: Though she’d forced Jack to eat his own cum from anywhere she wished all their married lives, he still feared it and needed that assurance that her eyes alone could bring.

She finally pulled away, smacking her lips, smiling at her doting husband as he leaned to her, licking like a happy dog at the smeared sperm residue around her sexy, wrinkled lips and chin and cheeks, eager to please her. She laughed and wiped his mouth with her palm, then let him lick it clean.

“Very good, darling, very good,” she cooed, standing up, pulling him to his feet and walking with him hand and hand to the kitchen. “Now, let’s have dinner…”

She took his hand and playfully pushed it down the waistband of her slacks, making him diddle her hairy, musky pussy, wetting his fingers, pulling them out and bringing them to his lips to lick clean, her eyes wide, his wider.

“And you WILL have me for dessert, darling!” she giggled. “But you’re not off the hook for the laundry! After dessert, when we go to bed, I think you need a bit more punishment!”

“Yes, my darling,” he moaned as she playfully rammed her strong GILF thigh to his groin, grinding his sore balls. “Anything for you…”

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Chapter 4

In the months since I had first allowed Connie, my next door neighbor, to take my anal virginity and begin fucking my ass on a regular basis, it had simply never occurred to me that she was a lesbian. I just assumed she was a really kinky woman who got off fucking guys with a strapon. Now, lying naked on her bed, her girlfriend in the shower, and her cock buried deep up my ass, I realized what the two intended for me. Connie and her lover Sandra were going to seduce my girlfriend and I would help them do it.

Connie withdrew the slippery cock from my ass and retreated into the bathroom to clean off the rubber cock. Sliding it down her tapered lean legs, she took time in cleaning it with soap and water, inspecting and then laying it gently across her bureau before taking up a position beside me. Connie was wearing a black see thru thong but her gorgeous tits were on display to me for the first time. They were bigger than my girlfriend Laura’s. Perhaps a 36C capped off by two very pretty pink nipples which sat erect on her firm breasts.

“So you really didn’t know?” Connie inquired, seeing the slightly puzzled look on my face, she followed, “Me being a lesbian? That didn’t occur to you?”

“Well, it does now I guess,” I countered, “I don’t know. I just thought you weren’t into intercourse or something,” I added.

Connie smiled, and then dipped her finger in the small pool of semen that was still on my chest from having cum earlier. She took her finger, slick with the cum, and traced patterns around my erect nipple. “I’ve been a lesbian since high school. That’s where I first met Sandy.”

“But you said you were married right? I mean, what about your husband,” I inquired.

I saw the smirk and sort of gleam in her eye, “He knew. He always knew I had a thing for girls. It was part of the allure for him. He enjoyed watching me with other women, bringing them home to fuck. He got off on that. He liked me fucking him too, using my strapon just like I do with you. I guess that’s what the two of us really had in common,” she explained. “Brad liked watching all the lez action and then it seemed enough to jack him off or fuck him up the ass.”

“We’re still good friends and all but eventually we both had other interests and the novelty of being together got old. He knew he wasn’t going to change the way I felt about Sandy and the other girls I saw and I was never going to love him the way I love her,” Connie added.

“So Sandra, Sandy, which is it?” I paused.

Connie smiled again, “Sandy… you can call her Sandy.”

“Well what did she mean about ‘did you talk to me about the girl.’ What girl?” I asked.

Connie propped her head up on her hand as she stared into my eyes. “It’s time we took a big step,” she paused, “a big step for Laura,” she trailed off.

“What about Laura,” I shot back.

“Those nights you left us alone. When I sent you off on errands or before you got home and Laura was at you apartment. .. well we talked. At first she thought we were having an affair. Women’s intuition and good intuition at that. I told her then, weeks ago, I was a lesbian. I hoped she might be interested and she was. Instead of being put off, I could tell she was curious,” Connie explained.

“Even though she said she’d never done it, been with a girl, or thought about it, I could tell she was curious.” The more time we spent together, the more she seemed to flirt back with me,” she added.

“A few weeks ago, watching that video of the lesbians, you admitted how much it turned you on watching it. How much you wanted to see Laura going down on another girl. Getting fucked by a woman. Well, its time to make that happen. Sandy and I are going to introduce her to lesbian love. We’re going to fuck your little girlfriend and you’re going to help us.”

I couldn’t believe what she was saying but then again, for the last few months I had become her personal sex toy. Doing whatever she asked. I liked submitting myself to her and the thought of both of us being dominated by this woman turned me on like nothing ever had.

She saw the reaction she was having on me as my own dick stirred, beginning to come to life from its slumber as it again filled with blood and began to harden.

“It’s what you want sweets. It’s what she wants. She wants to experience what its like to be with a woman but she’s scared to admit it. And it turns you on thinking about it. Laura’s face buried between my legs, licking her first pussy. Sandy taking her from behind, plowing that cock into her hot little snatch. You want that don’t you Gary? You want us to take her like I took you the first time,” Connie pressed.

My cock betrayed me as it pulsed and stood up from my stomach. There was no denying it. No use in me saying I didn’t want her to do it. The thought of seeing my girlfriend introduced to lesbian love had my cock aching as Connie wrapped her slinger fingers around the shaft and pumped slowly.

“That’s what you want isn’t it baby? You want me illegal bahis to use you both. To make you both my little love slaves. You want that don’t you?”

“Fuck,” I moaned as she gripped tighter and jacked my cock more forcefully. This woman had some kind of spell over me and I knew I would go along with anything she wanted, “Yes, fuck yes, I’ll do it. I want to see her going down on you. You using her like you do me. I want us both to serve you, anytime you want,” I added as I saw her lover Sandra walk stark naked into the room.

Sandra was as pretty as Connie with long black hair and she scooted her nude tanned body behind Connie’s as she stroked her arm that was jerking my cock, placing soft wet kisses on Connie’s neck.

“Did you hear that baby?” Connie purred. “Gary’s going to help us with Laura. He’s going help us seduce his girlfriend. He wants her to be a little lezzy like us,” she smiled as she turned her head back kissing Sandy soft on the lips. I saw Sandy’s tongue slip into Connie’s mouth as they kissed. Their lips sliding back and forth, tongue’s probing as Connie moaned into her lover’s mouth.

I came hard watching the two kiss. My cum soon sailed through the air splashing hard against Connie’s breast as other streams fell on my own stomach. It wasn’t lost on Connie who broke from her kiss long enough to scoop up the hot load from her tit and bring her small fingers to my lips.

I knew what she wanted and parted them without hesitation as she placed the load into my eager mouth and returned her fingers to my chest depositing it all until I had consumed all of the cum that I had shot thinking about what these two older experienced lesbians intended to do with Laura.

Soon after, Sandy declared the show over and told me to get my ass dressed and home so she could get some attention of her own. “You want a lesbian show, then have Laura over here tomorrow night. I’ll cook something up and then afterwards Sandy and I will have desert,” Connie winked.

My cock was still hard as I thrust it into my shorts and trotted over to my apartment next door. I hurriedly called Laura, asking if I could come over. I took a shower and then headed over to my girlfriend’s dorm room. All the while thinking how I would be a party to the lesbian seduction. I would explain that Connie had a friend up from Atlanta and we were invited to dinner. Only Laura would be the main course.

Laura met me at the door and placed a warm, soft kiss on my lips. I couldn’t help but think how those same lips would be pressed to Connie’s the next night. Her gorgeous face buried between the older woman’s thighs.

In less than 24-hours I would witness her transformation. My shy little coed girlfriend would become a submissive lesbian sex slave to my next door neighbor and it would be a change from which we would both never turn back.

Chapter 5

I informed Laura we were invited to my neighbor’s for dinner, and the next night, Connie met Laura and I at the door wearing what appeared to be a black sports bra and tight green shorts. Sandy who was sitting in a chair rose to greet Laura for the first time wearing a sleeveless white tank top and beige shorts that did little to hide her tanned legs. Sandy was a mix of Latino and Portuguese with really dark features. Perhaps the most prominent was her big dark brown eyes which took in my girlfriend from top to bottom. It wasn’t lost on me that she was looking over the goods she intended to devour later that evening.

Connie had her long blonde hair tied back in a pony tail with a large black hair band. Both women were barefoot and I couldn’t help notice what appeared to be freshly painted toes. Connie’s were painted pink with Sandy sporting a burgundy color. To say both women were sexy as hell would have been an understatement. My cock stirred in my pants at the sight of these beauties.

Connie had prepared a few finger dishes of vegetables, chicken, and breads as we munched on the delicacies all the while enjoying a batch of margaritas that Sandy had mixed up. The drinks were pretty strong. I’m not much of a tequila drinker and they were having a toll on me as the girls chatted about one subject after the other. I could tell that Laura really seemed to be hitting it off with Sandy.

Sandy had slipped on some dance music and all three were soon dancing together to whatever song was playing. Laura had slipped off her sandals and was now barefooted on the solid oak floor. Connie would only allow a minute or two of each song before she seemed to wander over to the CD player and search for the next selection.

It almost seemed an after thought when Connie reminded Sandy she had made a special batch of Jell-O shooters. She brought out a tray from the kitchen and presented me with a shooter before setting the tray on the table and walking up to Sandy, put the plastic cup to her mouth, pried the Jell-O from the plastic with her tongue, and then turning to face Sandy, embraced her, allowing the shooter to slip from her illegal bahis siteleri mouth into Sandy’s.

Connie and Sandy seemed locked for a full minute as Sandy took the shooter from her lover’s mouth. All the while Laura looked on in wide eyed amazement, her mouth all but gaping open as she watched the two women kiss.

“Okay, your turn,” Connie said breaking the kiss from Sandy and picking up a shooter. She took a plastic cup filled with Jell-O and walked over to Laura.

“I don’t know,” Laura stammered as she backed up a little.

Connie stopped, and dropping her hand slightly, responded, “You scared of a little shooter?’

“It’s not the shooter I’m concerned about. You going to kiss me too?” she asked with a smile across her face. I could tell she wasn’t offended but she was still not quite sure of this girl-girl scene.

“I’m not going to bite you sweetheart,” she countered. Connie seeing the hesitancy in Laura, then countered. “Okay, what about Sandy? Okay if Sandy gives it to you?”

I could tell there had been a natural chemistry with Sandy all night with Laura and there seemed to be just a bit of breakdown in the resistance. Just enough that Connie slipped the shooter to Sandy who immediately walked over and took the cup. She ran her soft, pink tongue around the plastic freeing the grain laced Jell-O from the plastic mold and then looking into Laura’s eyes, moved slowly to her lips.

I watched as Laura’s and Sandy’s lips touched for the first time. Hesitantly at first. I could tell Laura was waiting for the delivery, her mouth open, but Sandy kept the Jell-O for some time, her own lips skidding over Laura’s.

It seemed to be a dance as my girlfriend’s lips seemed to slide ever so gently over Sandy’s until she was locked in a passionate wet kiss, abandoning any resistance she may have formally had. Eventually she was rewarded with the alcohol which I’m sure had melted from all the action taking place.

Long after Sandy had deposited the mixture, the two were still locked in an embrace as Sandy’s arms slipped around my girlfriend, her hands coming to rest on the soft round mounds of her tight ass.

“Okay, you two, my turn,” Connie announced. “Laura needs to give me my shot,” she directed.

Laura had thrown caution to the wind and didn’t hesitate picking up a shooter and this time proceeded to give it to Connie in the same manner. Once again my girlfriend was locked in a lesbian embrace and I could tell she was totally caught up in the moment.

As she kissed Connie, the older dyke’s tongue plunging into her mouth, Sandy slipped behind her, rubbing her breasts on her back, kissing Laura’s exposed neck.

I watched as Sandy’s lips slid up and down the nape of Laura’s neck as my girlfriend groaned her approval. Hearing this, Sandy moved her hands under Laura’s shirt, until they came to rest on her bra encased breasts. I watched the movement of Sandy’s hands under Laura’s shirt and took notice that my girlfriend made no effort to stop her.

Sandy in one fluid motion pulled the garment over her head as Laura and Connie broke their kiss long enough for the fabric to slide off. In moments, Sandy had unclasped Laura’s bra and let it gently slip off her shoulders as my girlfriend’s tits were on full view to the women.

Laura had small breasts at the time, 34B’s on her tiny athletic frame, but her nipples were at full attention particularly as Sandy pinched and rubbed the firm mounds with her experienced fingers.

I sat back in a chair and watched as the two lesbians took full advantage of the situation, determined now to press while they had Laura consumed by passion. Sandy slipped off the tank top which had barely contained her ample bosom. She had not been wearing a bra and her dark nipples had been apparent throughout the evening as the sheer white fabric did little to hide her large round nipples.

She slid her naked chest back and forth across Laura’s back as Connie, taking the cue, pulled her sports bra off revealing her 36C tits to my girlfriend. Knowing she had Laura past the point of return, she guided a hard nipple to Laura’s head as she pulled my girlfriend’s head down, drawing her lips closer and closer to her erect tit.

“Kiss it baby. Take my titty in your mouth. I know you want to,” Connie encouraged as she drew Laura down with her right hand. Laura moved her head slowly but she didn’t resist until her lips came in touch with the soft warm flesh of Connie’s breast. Connie purred as her nub pressed between Laura’s lips and then slipped in as my girlfriend opened her mouth to allow more and more of Connie’s ample breast inside.

“That’s it angel, lick it, suck my tit. Use your tongue, oh that feels so fucking good,” Connie encouraged her as she slid the other tit to her mouth. Laura took it in eagerly as she began to suck and lick in a frenzy. She couldn’t seem to get enough of Connie’s sweet breasts.

Sandy in the meantime had reached around in front and began to unfasten Laura’s canlı bahis siteleri shorts. Laura’s hand immediately went into defense mode as her right hand crashed down on Sandy’s in a vain attempt to stop the woman. It was the last act of defiance, which ebbed as Sandy continued to suck and lick on Laura’s neck.

Eventually she pried Laura’s fingers off the front of her shorts and dropped her hand to her side. Then Sandy returned to her mission of unsnapping the shorts, easing the zipper down, and then slipping the shorts down my girlfriend’s legs leaving her in a pair of black bikini cut panties. Those too would be short lived and this time Laura made no effort to resist the older lesbian, who stroked her ass, rubbing the front of her bikini bottom, teasing her pussy, until she finally slipped those off as well.

Laura now stood naked, sandwiched between the two lesbians who were determined to make her their bitch. Sandy’s fingers had begun to explore the front of Laura, rubbing the top of her flat stomach until they came to rest on her soft brown bush.

Laura, who now keeps herself shaved clean, had a small tuft of hair at the time just over her vagina. Sandy’s fingers slid over the outside of her pussy lips and I heard Laura moan as they found their way in between her folds. Soon Sandy was working her clit, moving her fingers in and out of Laura’s pretty cunt.

Connie knew it was time for Laura to have her first taste of another woman as she slid the shorts off revealing her own blonde muff. In the meantime Sandy took a handful of Laura’s hair in her hand and roughly pulled her face back, snatching her around as she brought her lips to Laura’s. The act of dominance, pressing her advantage on Laura, only seemed to make my girlfriend more excited.

It was at that point I knew Connie had been right, we were both submissives and Connie recognized that from the start. We both needed dominant partners in our lives. Someone who would take what they wanted.

Connie pulled Laura and Sandy over to the couch as she lay down and directed Laura’s mouth to her cunt. “Eat me baby. I want to feel your hot tongue on my pussy. Do me,” Connie directed.

Laura looked at the soft blonde patch of hair before easing down and sticking her tongue out, gently probing Connie’s cunt. It was subtle at first but little by little she began to lap in long strokes as Connie guided her head with her hands. “Oh that feels so fucking good. Fuck you eat pussy good. I knew you would. It’s good isn’t it sugar?” Connie purred.

Laura nodded her head as she lapped up the sweet juices flowing from Connie’s steaming hole.

In the meantime Sandy had moved between Laura’s legs and was eating her snatch from behind. I could see Sandy taking nice long licks, sliding her pink tongue all the way to Laura’s asshole before sliding down and zeroing in on her pussy.

Laura ground her ass into Sandy’s face who attacked her eagerly.

It was all I could stand as I unzipped my shorts as Connie looked lover and smiled nodding her head giving me encouragement to jack off. I stroked my cock, stopping only to spit into my hand to allow additional lubrication before getting back at the task. My cock was rock hard watching the lesbian scene unfold in front of me.

“Look over at your boyfriend baby,” Connie said softly as she turned Laura’s head away from her pussy momentarily. “Looks like Gary’s really getting off watching you baby. He likes seeing you eat pussy for the first time. Isn’t that right Gary. You like watching your girlfriend lez out.”

When I didn’t respond at first, I caught a glance of stern disapproval from Connie encouraging me to answer, “Yea, its sexy. Sexy as hell. That’s so fucking hot watching you three,” I answered.

“Yea, and in a few minutes I’m going to fuck her. I’m going to fuck her like’s she’s never been fucked before. Me and Sandy both. We’re going to fuck this bitch all night long. She’s going to spend the night with us. You can go home and think about it. Think about what we’re doing to her next door,” Connie bragged as she slid her wet cunt up and down my girlfriend’s face.

The more vocal Connie was, the more graphic the description, the more Laura seemed to attack her pussy. Sandy meanwhile had her finger’s buried up Laura’s twat and was pushing them as far as they would go before easing them out drawing moans from Laura,

“You brought your little straight girlfriend over to our place tonight but we’re going to send her home a lesbian. A snatch eating little dyke who can’t get enough pussy. That’s what she’s going to be. Look at her!” Connie directed me. “You know that too don’t you baby?” Connie said lifting Laura’s head up from her delectable pussy coated in Laura’s saliva and her own juices.

“You know you’ll never be the same. Now that you’ve had pussy, you’ll always want it. You’ll never be satisfied again with Gary’s little dick. You’ll crave the taste of cunt, ache for my hard cock in your tight little hole. Before the evening is over you’ll be on your knees begging me to fuck you again before I send you home. You know that don’t you baby,” Connie kept on. “You’re going to be my whore. My little slut. My little lesbian slut that I’ll use whenever and wherever I want.”

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Christina was rushed … as usual … running late … as usual. She glanced again at the address she had been given. “Damn, it must be here somewhere.” As she glanced in the rear view mirror, she could easily see the impending rain drawing closer and closer. Her hopes were to make it to the address before the rain caught up to her.

Just as she turned onto the correct street, a blinding light and sudden crash of thunder sent chills down her spine. Thunderstorms seemed to both excite her and terrify her at the same time. She had been like this since she was a little girl. Growing up, she loved the rain. But every now and then, even now, these violent lightning and thunderstorms scared her a bit. And now, being so close to the coast, these thunderstorms rolled in all spring, summer and fall.

“There it is”, she exclaimed to herself. She had found the address. Now all she had to do was find a place to park, without getting another ticket. About a block away she spotted a car leaving a parking space. Anxiously, she waited for the slow moving jerk to pull away. Just as she pulled into the space, another flash of light and another clap of thunder engulfed her … even louder than before.

After the shiver in her spine subsided, Christina opened the car door and hopped onto the sidewalk. As she locked her car and shut the door, an instantaneous alarm sounded within her head. Just as she feared, she could see the car keys dangling from the ignition. “Damn it all. I hate being rushed. This photographer better damn be worth the trip.”

As she started walking back down the block, the rain began. Not just any rain. A torrent commenced as if someone had opened a fire hydrant directly over her head. Running, she was barely able to make out the address of the building through the sheets of rain. With no umbrella, no raincoat, not even a newspaper to hold over her head, she stood at the door totally drenched from head to toe.

Quickly she rang the bell. Impatient, she rang again even though she had not given anyone time to answer the first ring. Just as she was about to ring yet again, the door opened. As the door opened, a man stood before her. However, before she could speak, another clap of thunder raked across the skies immediately overhead. Startled, she leapt forward, pressing her wet body against the man in the doorway.

The man placed his arms around her as if to comfort her. “That’s quite all right Ms. Perkins, I have been expecting you. It is Ms. Perkins isn’t it?” Christina just nodded and held her head down embarrassed at her behavior. In doing so, she noticed her wet blouse had become almost completely transparent. She could see her own nipples and areola through the thin material. Now she really felt embarrassed. Yet, the man acted as if all was normal, as if he had not even noticed.

“Come in before you catch your death of cold. Let me get you a towel. Would you care for a brandy or at least some coffee?” Another clap of thunder caused Christina to jump. The thunder was closer and louder than any she had experienced in years. “Why don’t we go downstairs to my studio waiting area. It is much quieter there. That way we can discuss the photo session in more detail. That is, you still want to discuss a possible photo session don’t you? I would hate that you have made the trip in this weather all for naught.”

“Yes, thank you, a brandy sounds great. And yes, I do wish to discuss a possible photo session. Will it really be quiet there in all this stormy weather? “

“Of course my dear. Here, why don’t you take this towel? And, allow me to show you downstairs.”

As they walked down the stairway, Christina noticed the thick, velvet like tapestry material on the walls. She could see how such material could absorb sound and act like a sound barrier of sorts.

“In case you’re wondering about the wall coverings, the walls are sound proofed, but hopefully in an esthetically appealing manner. There’s at least 18″ of sound insulation behind the fabric wall coverings.”

As they approached the waiting area, Christina noticed the warm glow from a corner fireplace. There were also scented candles lit around the room. The light vanilla aroma was pleasing and relaxing to her senses. Other than the glow of the fireplace and candles, there was only track lighting aimed downward on the sitting area. She was lead to a comfy couch and allowed to sit. As she dried herself, she again noticed her erect nipples through the wet material. Again a warm blush rose from her neck to her cheeks.

“Here, take this brandy Ms. Perkins, it will help ward off the ill effects of the rain and chill.”

Christina gladly accepted. It felt so warm going down. The aroma of the alcohol warmed even her nostrils as she drank from the snifter. She found herself almost gulping down the tasty beverage instead of sipping it. But it tasted so good and felt wonderfully warm a it coursed over her tongue. She soon forgot all about how her breasts and nipples were clearly visible and concentrated illegal bahis instead on the heady and soothing feeling of the brandy.

“Ms. Perkins, ah, please pardon my poor manners. I never did introduce myself.”

“Please, call me Christina.”

“Very well, Christina it is then. I am Doc Johnson, but everyone calls me Doc. And this is Mystique Imagery. Now, do you feel like discussing the type of photo shoot you had in mind. You were a bit vague on the phone.”

Christina again gulped the last of the brandy from her snifter to work up her courage. “Well, you see, I, uh, was wondering, uh, do you do boudoir type photos?” As soon as the words left her mouth, Christina felt a blush rise from her chest, spreading upward along her neck and then to her cheeks.

“Well of course, Christina. There is probably little in the photographic arena that I do not do. Would you care to look at some sample portfolios? Just give me an idea of what type of boudoir photos you wish to have made. Do you wish to have simple cheesecake type photos, or do you prefer something a bit more risqué? I will do whatever you wish as long as you are comfortable with the concept. And here, let me refill your brandy.”

Christina again stammered a bit, but finally spoke. “I would like to have some really naughty photos made. My ex-boyfriend always hounded me to make some with him, but I wouldn’t. We just broke up not that long ago, and I want to have even more risqué photos than even he could think of taking of me. Then I’m going to send him a select few just to show him what he is missing. Call it a revenge photo shoot if you want. But that’s what I want.”

“Well, we all have our reasons, and I am not one to cast stones as I have been in similar circumstances before. Err, ah, I mean breaking up with someone.”

“OK, perhaps you should look at these portfolios then. Each portfolio is just a bit more “risqué”, as you put it, than the previous one. Should you finally reach a portfolio that is more than you had in mind, then we can discuss the previous ones to come to an agreement on the type, the theme and the concept you wish.”

Christina accepted the stack of portfolios and began looking at the first one. At the same time, Doc gave her another brandy to help keep her settled. Christina thought that it truly was quiet and was appreciative that they came downstairs.

The first portfolio was quite intriguing to Christina. Very sheer lingerie. She could tell the models were either shaven or very closely trimmed, as the sheer material they were wearing left little to wonder. Tasteful shots, nothing really risqué other than the truly sheer material of the wardrobe.

Christina picked up the next portfolio and took another gulp of brandy. The brandy really was smooth and oh so warm. As she glanced at each picture, the models began having less and less clothing on, until they were completely nude. She was quite right in her first assumption; each model was completely shaven. Still, the shots were not quite as wild as she wanted.

As she reached for yet another portfolio, she instinctively held her brandy snifter out for another refill. As she gulped even more brandy, she slowly turned the pages of photos. Now this was getting more like she had in mind. The models were openly displaying their genital areas; in fact some were spreading their lower lips open for the camera. As hot as they looked, Christina wanted something even more risqué and shocking for her ex.

Christina perhaps did not notice, but even though her blouse had started to dry, her nipples were even more erect than before. She had also begun to slowly open and close her thighs in a slow rhythm. She was beginning to flush a bit, but not from the thunder and lightening outside. However, Doc was most assuredly taking notice!

Christina looked more intently at the next portfolio. The models were tied with scarves, bound to the bed. Blindfolds were placed on each one. One had a scarf as a blindfold, the next had a leather blindfold, and one even had a leather harness covering her entire head. Christina’s free hand began to toy with the hem of her skirt. Her feet were already on tiptoes as she swayed her legs open and closed. Her hand slowly began to touch her inner thigh as she looked intently at the following photos.

The next series caused Christina’s eyes to become riveted to each page. The models were not only bound and blindfolded, but a faceless person was doing “things” to them. The person wore a velvety rich looking monk like robe that had a large hood covering the person’s head. Almost like a shadowy being that was hidden from view, to remain faceless, and yet capable of doing just about anything imaginable.

Christina’s free hand was now tracing circles around her own little clit. Her panties were soaked, but not by rain this time. Her breathing began to grow rapid, due to her inner excitement.

The next few pages showed the models tied to special padded furniture, their butts and genital illegal bahis siteleri areas quite visible. Their breasts were hanging downward for anyone to touch. One model had her legs spread wide and held in place by some sort of bar shackled to her ankles. Christina could clearly see that the model’s clitoral hood and nipples were pierced. The gold jewelry dangling from the piercings glistened under the photographic lights. The piercings and exotic jewelry just added to the overall eroticism.

The model had been forced to lean forward over a high padded bench and her wrists were shackled to the front leading sides of the bench … her head hanging off the edge.. Again, she was blindfolded and the hooded person was inserting vibrators into the model’s pussy. The next showed yet another, but smaller vibrator being slowly inserted into the model’s ass. She could tell that the grimace on the model’s face was not posed, but rather one of sheer lust. The model was truly enjoying every minute of what was happening to her.

The next series showed the shadow figure standing in front of the same model as she was still held in the previous position. The next photo showed an open robe and a hard completely shaven cock right in front of the model’s lips. The next showed strong, masculine hands guiding her mouth to the throbbing cock in front of her. From the expression on the model’s face, Christina could tell she was really enjoying the attention.

“Was this real???? It looks as though the shadowy figure just shot cum all over her face. It has to be real! Just look at how the model is trying to lick every drop she can feel on her face.” As she turned each successive page, Christina was thinking more and more perverted thoughts of what her true desires were. Her fingers had also pulled her panties to one side so they could toy with her own pussy.

Without taking her eyes from the page, Christina felt another glass of brandy being offered and took it. She could smell her own nectar on her fingers as she brought the snifter to her lips. The combined aromas were almost too much to handle. But Christina was not about to stop looking at this series of photos.

The next page showed the model having her ass cheeks massaged by those same strong hands. “Oh my!” Christina gasped. She saw the shadowy figure behind the model; his hard cock was being used as a paddle of sorts. It was slapping down on her ass cheeks. Then it was slowly slid along the model’s wet slit. The head momentarily paused at her ass and toyed her ass, then slid downward and toyed her pussy, finally coming to her clit, where again it was used to teasingly slap her clit.

The next pages showed the huge cock slowly sink into the model’s pussy. The expression on the model’s face was one of pure uninhibited lust. She wanted that cock and more. And what’s more, she received every inch of it. As the cock was all the way into her pussy, a masculine hand held a vibrator at the model’s ass. It was larger than the previous one he had used on her ass. Slowly it was slipped in and out of her ass … teasing her as the cock also slid in and out of her pussy. Christina was mesmerized at the site of how easily the vibrator went in and out of the model’s ass. Again an even larger vibrator was now being used on her ass, it was so life like. She looked as though she was even trying to push back against the large cock shaped vibrator as if slid in and out of her ass while his cock still slid in and out of her pussy. After the teasing of her ass, the next photo showed the model’s ass with a rather significant gape. If Christina didn’t know better, she could swear the opening was actually twitching as if begging for more.

Christina had only had anal sex twice before, once several years ago and once with her ex. While she did enjoy it, she had a bruised tailbone afterward as he really didn’t take as much time in anal foreplay as he should have. He seemed too eager and too rough – he just didn’t know what he was doing. She had hoped to eventually find someone that truly knew how to excite her ass, get it ready with hours of foreplay and then feed his cock into her ass. Christina felt her ass begin an involuntary twitch as her thoughts raced through her mind.

Now this model … she was really getting into it. Christina could tell by the sequence of photos, the model was pushing her hips back into the vibrator in her ass, and pushing against the cock in her pussy. The model’s head was almost flailing from side to side. Christina’s fingers were deep in her own pussy as she turned each page with great care as not to miss anything, to observe everything, almost like the ultimate voyeur.

The next page made her gasp. The huge cock was poised at the ass of the model. In one thrust, the model’s wanton ass readily accepted it. Christina felt a stirring deep within her. She knew the feeling all too well. Her own cum was building within her, wrapping itself in a knot at the base of her spine. But, she could not stop. She dared not canlı bahis siteleri miss the next pages, and she could not keep from fingering her pussy and now her thumb was on her clit.

The next page was even more intense. The cock was deep within the model’s ass. A vibrator was being inserted into her pussy. The vibrator had an extra nub that fit right on her clit. Christina felt herself wishing it were she in those photos. Christina felt herself wishing it were she having her ass taken like that … by someone who really knew how to make it so erotic and so pleasurable.

The last page was so hot. She could see two vibrators, one in the model’s pussy and one in her ass. The robed figure was back in front of the model. His hands firmly held the model’s head; his cock was all the way in her mouth. The head of his cock must have been deep in her throat. “Oh my!” Christina gasped as she realized his cum was trickling out of the corners of the model’s mouth. He was cumming deep in her throat, and yet there was so much of it, cum was trickling out of her mouth.

Christina felt ready to explode with her own cum, when…

“Those are my favorites as well”

The soft whisper startled Christina. All at once she was aware she had almost cum. Her fingers were still deep in her pussy. Her nipples were partially exposed from the way she had twisted on the couch.

“Since it seems you have found your theme, why don’t I show you the studio?” Without question, Christina accepted the hand being offered to help her off the couch. Good thing, as her legs were a little rubbery. As they went into another room, she could see it was the same setting as the pictures she had just viewed.

“OK, Christina, let’s see if these fit comfortably.” First one hand then the other was pulled forward and rich leather restraints were placed around her wrists. “That seems to fit nicely. Comfy?” Christina could just nod; her mouth and throat were too dry to speak. “OK, now the ankles.” As Christina stood before him, Doc squatted and placed similar restraints around her ankles. Doc led Christina to the same furniture as she had just viewed. She felt Doc’s firm hand push her forward slightly as he locked the wrist restraints to the sides of an almost waist high padded bench. The positioning of the wrists at the far end and sides of the bench caused Christina to bend at her waist and stretch her arms forward and down to the sides. The padded bench stopped just at her collarbone and shoulders. Then she felt her legs being spread and could see the bar being locked to her ankle restraints and then locked to the base of the bench to keep her feet and legs anchored in place. A leather blindfold soon was placed over her eyes.

As she stood there motionless, her heart began to pound. She could feel the excitement begin to grow deep within her, all anew. She could even feel her own pussy nectar completely drench her sheer panties and was starting to trickle down her thighs.

“RIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPP – CLICK – CLICK – CLICK – RIIIIIIPPPPPP!”

The sudden sound and tugging at her blouse made Christina realize her clothes were being ripped from her body, and the clicking sound must be the cameras catching every moment. Again and again she felt her garments being ripped from her body. Soon, she knew all too well she was stretched out before Doc completely nude, completely at his whim.

“All you have to do is say STOP. Once you do, we will not go any further and the session will be over.”

Christina felt almost compelled to yell out STOP. But instead, it was if her inner being was speaking for her. She heard herself say,

“Whatever you do, DON’T stop. I want it all. And please, before it’s over, fuck my ass like you did her. Please fuck my ass!”

Christina seldom talked like that, especially to a complete stranger. She had to know someone really well to feel comfortable talking dirty. But here she was, almost begging a stranger to fuck her ass; to have his way with her; any way he wished. And she was blatantly, no – wantonly, pleading with him to fuck her ass.

“Hmmmm, this will never do, Christina. First thing, I’m going to have to finish shaving you …. all of you. We need your ass and pussy completely visible to the cameras; those pinkish red, swollen lips looking so inviting and so sexy for the cameras. Perhaps a shot or two of your swollen clit as well. You seem to have done a pretty good job, but you didn’t get it all.”

Her thoughts were quickly interrupted as she felt a warm lather being applied, and then with each stroke of a razor, cool, fresh air hit her now bared skin. Her pussy nectar only added to the moisture. Soon, she knew she was completely shaven from her navel all the way back around her ass. It was just another rush of sexual adrenaline to keep her heart at the very peak. Her pussy nectar was flowing like a spigot had been left open.

Christina gasped when she felt Doc’s cock slide into her hot pussy. She had become so wet she could hear a muffled squishing sound as Doc begin to piston his cock in and out of her pussy. As he built up a steady tempo, Christina could feel his bulbous cock head rubbing against her G-spot. Gratifying tingles were racing from her pussy all up and down her spine.

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“Taylor, do you know how many women your age are no longer acting? Here you are at 42, and you keep getting offered role after role! I’d give my right arm just to have more shot, and you’re sitting here telling me you’re thinking of passing on one this big? Give me a break already!”

“I am grateful to still be getting steady work. It’s just that it’s not much fun anymore.”

“That’s why they call it work!” her old friend told her. “The kind of movies you make don’t pay like action films with Stallone or Van Damme, but you make ten for every one they do so it all equals out, right?”

“It isn’t the money, either, Jane,” Taylor told her.

“Then please tell me what it is! What’s going on inside that pretty little head of yours?”

Taylor Farris was indeed 42 years old, and she was not only still making romance movies, she was making three or four a year. She was one of those people who had the ability to seem believable in every role she played. No matter who she played or where her characters lived or what they did, they always fell in love and married the handsome, wonderful guy. He could be a single dad who walked dogs or a handsome attorney or her long lost beau from high school. In the end, her characters always found themselves living happily ever after.

But for Taylor herself, when the final scene was shot, she always went home alone. Every time. Yes, she went home to an amazing, incredible penthouse in New York’s upper east side, but she always went there by herself.

And for as long as she could remember that had been just fine. She’d been too busy making movies and money to care about things like love, romance, or children. But for the last year or so, and especially the last six months, she’d found it harder and harder to think of anything else.

Her career had proven to be both a blessing and a curse in that the money and lifestyle that gave her so much freedom also severely limited her choices when it came to a husband. What man, other than a fellow actor who understood the business, would put up with living with a wealthy actress who was on location several months a year? How would she be able to have and raise children? Yes, she could hire a nanny, but why have them if someone else was going to be there day in and day out?

Based on what both men and women of all ages told her, she was clearly still a very beautiful woman and that, too, was a dual-edged sword. Her beauty was what allowed her to play the leading lady in one romance movie after the other, and yet it was the thing she needed to at least initially attract the attention of the kind of man she’d like to marry, and she knew her looks wouldn’t last forever. Her future husband didn’t have to be model handsome. In fact, that was a bit of a turnoff for her as the preferred the kind of man people called ‘ruggedly handsome’. But he did need to be someone she found attractive enough to want to hold or kiss and yes, to make love with her. And the longer she waited, the less opportunity she’d have to ever have children, something she now very much wanted.

As difficult as all that was to try and explain to her best friend, Jane Eilman, a former actress who’d do anything to get another role, it would be even more difficult trying to tell her how she was feeling, and why none of this was making her happy anymore.

Jane had a stable, steady, and…sexless marriage. She would also do anything to have her husband pay some attention to her, while Taylor could have pretty much any man she wanted, but only on a ‘rental’ basis. How could she tell Jane how sick and tire she was of the endless stream of good-looking actors who walked in and out of her life on a regular basis when her friend would love to have just a fraction of that kind of warmth from a man even for a few hours every now and then?

To Jane, it seemed like Taylor had it all. But to Taylor Farris, It was as though her life was spinning out of control during its prime, and that feeling had gone from mildly unsettling several months ago to overwhelming and relentless the last several weeks.

Taylor had been in love before but only once. Right after graduating from college, her high school boyfriend from the small town they grew up in in eastern Oregon looked her up after having spent four years on active duty in the Marine Corps.

He was still boyishly handsome, and during those four years he’d matured so much. He was so grounded and settled and down to earth. She’d fallen hard for him, and looking back, she couldn’t help but feel that had she married him, she’d be happier than she was in her fancy penthouse with more money than she could spend in three lifetimes. She’d have far less money, but Taylor honestly believed she’d be much richer.

But because he’d loved her so much, he’d encouraged her to follow her dreams and fly to Hollywood and read for a part in a movie. Once that was out of her system, she could focus on a real career and raising a family—with him. Except that she’d been called casino oyna back the next day for a second reading, and that very afternoon she’d been given a part in the movie. Not the one she’d read for, but still a very substantial supporting role, and that role helped her land another role, and the rest was, as they say—history.

She thought about trying to explain all that to her friend of many years, a friend who’d married an actor-turned-director, and who also lived in a swanky penthouse on the floor above her. Her friend had money, too, but Taylor knew she was very unhappy. Her life was hollow and empty and nothing but one dinner party after the other followed by some premiere and then another party. She and her husband had no children, and he’d made it quite clear he didn’t want them. She was now too deeply invested in him and in ‘the business’ and would ride it out hoping to feel better tomorrow by taking one more pill or having one more drink today.

Taylor had never really thought of her life as some kind of roller coaster let alone like there was some pressing need to get off, but lately all she wanted to do was walk away. And yet what was there to walk away to? And to where would she walk? How would she meet the proverbial nice-guy-underdog like her characters always did in her movies to walk away with? What guy like that would follow her back to New York and her top-floor penthouse and her parties and all the surrounding phoniness?

The scariest question of all was, “Is it already too late?” Had love and a family already passed her by?

“So are you gonna make this movie or not?” Jane asked bringing Taylor back to reality.

“Um, yeah. I guess so. After all, it’s a Christmas special, and of all the ones we do, those are usually the most fun. I have to say I’m not happy about going to Diamond Head for three months, though.”

Her friend laughed and said, “Uh, honey?” Diamond Head is in Hawaii. You’re going to Diamond Rock. Iowa. You know, 125 miles from Des Moines, the closest thing to a city for many hours—by plane.”

“Don’t remind me,” Taylor said with a shake of her head. She’d done the small-town thing a few times and they were invariably as exciting as watching grass grow or paint dry. She’d hole up in her private bus, focus on her work, and eventually she’d be back home in Manhattan getting ready for the next movie.

“It’ll be over before you know it, Taylor. And this will give you time to sort through whatever mid-life crisis you’re having and move on. And then you’ll be back to yourself in your own home and here in civilization, right?” her friend said cheerfully.

“Right. Back home. In civilization,” she repeated without conviction.

What she didn’t say was, “All by myself.”

An hour later, Taylor’s perky and often-opinionated executive assistant, Anne Barber, came in and let her know they had first-class tickets from LaGuardia to Des Moines for the following morning, and that her own private bus would be there waiting for them when they landed.

*****

Diamond Rock, Iowa. City Hall

“So…I guess we’re gonna have these Hollywood types crawling all over us pretty soon.”

“Yeah, but it’ll be good for business. We’re the only game in town for food, shopping, and lodging, and even though we’re back in the black, we can really use the additional revenue.”

“No, you’re right. I guess I’m so used to my same old, quiet routine it’s a little hard to imagine having all these folks around here making demands and wanting what they want right now.”

“Maybe it won’t be so bad, Dad,” the young mayor told his father who happened to be the town’s chief of police.

“I hope you’re right, Burke. We’ve only got three cells in the jail so anything big could be trouble.”

His son chuckled then said, “Look on the bright side. Maybe you’ll get to meet the star. What’s her name?”

Mayor Decker shuffled through some papers on his desk and found the one he wanted.

“Ah, here it is. Um…Taylor Farris. She’s pretty hot, Dad.”

“Give me a break, son. I’m 52 years old and a small-town sheriff. She’s a hot movie actress who lives in…”

Both of them said it together one word at a time.

“New…York…City!” before laughing.

“I’d say you’re the better candidate for that,” his father told him.

“No thanks. The last thing I need is some snooty, stuck-up starlet ruining my life and even worse—Shay’s.”

The truth was his father was still a very nice-looking man even at 52. His wife had passed away while Burke was in high school, and he’d remained the town’s most eligible bachelor until his very handsome son returned home from a four-year stint as an officer in the U.S. Marine Corps.

Burke Decker had been a hometown sports hero and golden boy who went on to play football for Iowa State. He’d surprised everyone when he announced he was going to join the military as his way of giving back to the country he so dearly loved and that had been so good to him. But slot oyna he followed through and did just that.

During his senior year, he met a girl who turned his world upside down. Rebecca Manley was as beautiful as Burke Decker was handsome, and she shared the same values he treasured. Both of them were utterly smitten and the couple was married right after graduation and just one month before her new husband reported to Marine Officer Candidates School in Quantico, Virginia.

After commissioning, she drove out to Virginia while Burke attended The Basic School, a six-month finishing course for all newly commissioned officers. He wanted to be an infantry officer and got his first choice, then spent another couple of months going through IOC or the Infantry Officer’s Course, also at Quantico.

From there, he and Rebecca were sent to Camp Lejeune, North Carolina, where Burke found himself headed for Afghanistan just four months later in charge of a platoon of hard-charging Marines. Two months into that first tour, he also learned his gorgeous wife was pregnant and would be delivering a couple of months before his scheduled return.

The first time he held his beautiful daughter, Burke Decker fell in love for the second time in his life. From that moment on he doted on the baby girl they’d named Shay as much or more as he did on his beautiful wife.

Three years and one more combat tour later, Burke was a month away from leaving active duty when the battalion commander’s wife, Phyllis Adams, wanted to throw a farewell party for the young woman she thought of as a kind of older daughter or much-younger sister.

Phyllis was always the life of the party, and a lot of that was due to the way she invariably ended up getting smashed not long after it started, and this one was no exception.

Rebecca kissed her husband and daughter goodbye around 7pm and told Burke she’d be home before midnight. He was more than happy to babysit with his second-best girl and give his wife a night out alone with the other wives.

He got a text at around 11pm telling him Phyllis was blitzed (as usual) and she’d be driving her home, but still be in before turning into a pumpkin at midnight.

“And do wait up for me!” the text said.

Burke smiled knowing how much his wife enjoyed lovemaking. He was already tired and would be exhausted, but he’d stay up and then…get it up…because that’s just what you did when you loved someone that much.

But Rebecca never did come home.

The following day, Tammy Johnson, the battalion supply officer’s wife, who’d been in the back seat of the car, was trying to explain what had happened as she recovered in the base hospital.

Burke stood beside her bed along with her husband, Captain Trey Johnson, as each of them held one of her hands.

“Burke, I’m so sorry! It was just so awful and it happened so fast. I really don’t remember much, but I do remember Phyllis going on and on about, you know, never getting laid anymore. Her poor husband. The way she drinks, who’d want to, right? I mean, you know how she gets when she’s drunk, and Phyllis is always drunk. Anyway she started in on Rebecca about how horrible things were at home and how lucky she was to have you. Then she got all sappy and started crying. I saw her reach over and I thought she was trying to give Rebecca a drunk hug or something. I heard Rebecca say, ‘Phyllis? You need to sit up straight, okay?’ Somehow, she got her hand caught in the wheel. After that, all I remember is the car lurching left and then waking up here.”

Tammy was confirming what the police had told him around 3am. Phyllis had died instantly and Rebecca passed away en route to the hospital. Tammy had been in the back seat, and although her right side had taken a pretty good beating as the car spun around after taking a direct hit head-on, she’d fully recover and be okay in a few days.

And just like that the best thing that had ever happened to Burke Decker was gone. The only ‘saving grace’ was that at three, Shay was too young to understand death. She just wanted to know when mommy would wake up again when they paid their last respects during the joint memorial service at the base chapel.

Burke didn’t do much that last month except to sit around and feel sorry for himself and hold his daughter as much as he could—the only connection he had to the woman he’d so dearly loved. He wasn’t much of a drinker, but he got drunk more than a few times before realizing that wouldn’t change a thing except to make them worse.

He came home to Diamond Rock and moved in with his dad for a few months until he was finally ready to make another go at life. The town was in terrible fiscal shape and one day his father asked him if he’d consider running for mayor.

Burke had laughed for the first time since Rebecca died.

“Me? A politician? Are you kidding?”

“No. Not at all. You’re smart as hell, you’re disciplined, experienced in life, the people all love you, and I think canlı casino siteleri you’d do a great job.”

Burke smiled at his dad said, “You know I’d be your boss, right?”

“Yep. And I can live that,” Chief Brett Decker told his son. “What I can’t live with is my son sitting around here doing nothing. I’m not setting a deadline, but you can’t stay here forever, Burke. When I lost your mom, I thought I’d die. I didn’t show my grief, but I damn sure felt it, and I know what you’re going through, son. I truly do. But I also know the best way to get through this is to stay busy. So unless you want to take some mindless job, give this some serious thought.”

His father really did ‘get it’ and was willing to do pretty much anything to help his son and granddaughter who was now five and halfway through Kindergarten.

Running for office was not only service to the community but the best thing Burke could think of to stay busy and keep his mind off the one thing that consumed him. Even a small-town campaign had demanded all of his time and attention and provided the much-needed diversion he’d been hoping for. Between work and his daughter he managed to hold it together. He also couldn’t overstate the value of having his dad nearby, even when he moved out shortly after winning the election last November by a whopping 209 votes—the largest margin of victory ever in Diamond Rock.

Since being sworn in two months later, there had been some tough battles with the town council. Most notably, the only person who ran against him was the head of the council, Georgia Lyons. Like his father, Georgia had lost her spouse several years ago. And like Brett Decker, she was still a very attractive woman for someone who was 50. But unlike him, Georgia had never let go of the hurt and the anger, and even now she was all business and ready to ‘go to war’ at the drop of a hat. Losing to someone who’d essentially been gone the last eight years only made her more resentful of the new mayor and she never missed an opportunity to show it.

In spite of her rather caustic personality and her bitterness at having lost the election, Burke managed to persuade the council to adopt new fiscal policies and now, almost a year later, the town was finally out of the red. With the money coming in from the film cast and crew, things were looking very good for Diamond Rock, Iowa.

Now the town’s newest, most-eligible bachelor, Mayor Burke Decker hadn’t dated at all even though he’d had plenty of opportunity. Everyone in town ‘knew’, and the women who’d let him know they were interested always politely caveated their remarks with, “Whenever you’re ready, of course.”

After nearly a year and a half, he wasn’t sure he’d ever be ready again, and yet he would love for Shay to have a loving, devoted mother; a mother who wanted to make Diamond Rock her home. That was pretty much non-negotiable although Burke might possibly consider moving as far away as Des Moines, but even that was iffy, at best.

His father had no sooner left his office than his favorite councilwoman, one Georgia Lyons, walked in having blown right by his red-faced secretary, Allison Williams.

“I’m sorry, Mayor Decker. She just…”

“It’s okay, Allie. I’m always pleased to see the councilwoman,” he said with a smile.

“Hah! Like hell you are,” she snorted taking a seat without asking.

“So. To what do I owe the pleasure this time?” Burke asked knowing he was about to be blasted for something.

“Have you looked outside?” she began.

“Not in the last few minutes,” he admitted.

“Well, if you had, you’d see there’s a huge bus parked right in front of city hall. A bus with those Hellywood folks on it. Are you going to get your father to tell them to move it or do I have to?” she said with her typical edge.

“No need to bother the sheriff,” Burke told her. “I’ll walk out and have a chat with them. I’m sure they’re just trying to get the lay of the land.”

“Lay of the land? That bus belongs to that movie star! She’s going to want to own the land around here unless someone puts their foot down. Or…up her ass!”

“Okay. Fine. I’ll go check it out,” he said as he stood up and walked over to the window.

There it was. Big as life. Her name and face were both painted on the side. Burke didn’t know Taylor Farris from the Man in the Moon, but if she looked anything like the image on her bus, she was a downright good-looking woman.

“Just get them the hell away from city hall!” Georgia said as she stormed out. “We don’t need this…Hellywood…crowd around here anyway. I can’t even imagine the negative effect they’re going to have on the children of this town!”

Burke smiled but didn’t speak. He was quite sure the effects would be negligible and more than likely even positive. But Georgia wasn’t a glass-half-full kind of woman, and in her world, Hollywood was synonymous with evil.

The young mayor threw on his black overcoat, scarf, and gloves and told his secretary, one of the many young women very interested in him, where he’d be.

“Good luck, Mr. Mayor!” she said sweetly with a big smile.

“Okay. Thanks, Allie. I don’t know what I’d do without you around here.”

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Welcome to the second part of my story.

If you haven’t already read the first part of my story, (Me and My Best Friend Find Each Other) I’d recommend you have a read first and then come back.

For those that just need a brief reminder, at the end of the first part I felt embarrassed and confused by my encounter with a completely random guy in the uni library toilets.

Now the story continues, as always your feedback is most welcome.

Paul

(TurboScot)

By the time I got home, my sulk had started to wear off, but I didn’t much feel like finishing what I’d started in the uni library. I threw on the TV and just laid back on my bed. It was unfortunately a twin bed, but enough space for me.

My room was spacious enough, certainly big enough for a 3 seat couch, my bed, and my TV stand, with some space in the middle of the room. On the walls there were the usual student posters to make me feel at home, in fact this had once been a living room, and the bedroom was a shared room, but my flatmate and I rightly wanted our own space, and we didn’t mind sharing social spaces in our own rooms like we used to do at uni, besides we had the kitchen as well that we shared.

I threw on one of the soaps, and found myself quickly dozing off, throwing my duvet over me to keep me warm, and within no time, I had fallen asleep.

I woke with a start, fuck knows what time it was, but my room suddenly filled with light and noise, as my mate came bursting in the room, “Pauly!” he shouted, and came bounding for my bed, and headed straight for me.

I had barely had a chance to roll over onto my side, as I wanted to hide the hardon that had grown in my sleep, when my mate Danny landed on the bed. His face was right up by my face, his body was straddling mine and he was trying to wrestle me, the annoying shit that he was. I tried to push him off me, but the duvet had me trapped, and he was holding me down firm.

“Fuck sake man!” I said to him, “get the fuck off me, I’ve got a hard on!”

He just burst out laughing in response, and didn’t let up, if anything he tried harder, trying to grab for my crotch, and I wasn’t able to wriggle away.

“Oh fuck! You do have a hard on!” he said, letting go after he had a good grip of it through my duvet, laughing even louder. He rolled on his back, still on my bed, very pleased with himself for his efforts. “You know Pauly,” he said, “I reckon my cock must be about the same size as yours, it felt about the same.”

I was speechless. I didn’t know what to say, but I had to say something. “Ok,” I said, pulling the covers over me a bit more, and hiding my hardon once more. It wasn’t going soft anytime soon, and the revelation was bouncing about my head. I was too horny from everything that had happened today.

He jumped off my bed again, and wandered back out of my room, and I could hear banging about in the kitchen. Sounded like he was planning on making some food, which wasn’t uncommon.

I should probably explain Danny. He isn’t my flatmate, he’s more a nuisance and an annoyance at times, and I’ve known him for the past couple years. I’ve also got a thing for him that I couldn’t explain or understand, I mean he was a dick most of the time, but he was my friend too. Not long after we’d met, I’d accidentally walked in on him while he was in bed, and I could make out his hardon under his bed sheets, so I kinda knew how big his dick was, and yeah, he was right, it’s about the same size as mine, but I’d never made a deal out of it. I guess payback is fair, but he had grabbed me good and proper, I still felt the throb from his squeeze.

Dan and I had a strange relationship. I’d overheard someone comment on it, saying we were like a couple.

We spent a lot of time together, when we weren’t with our own circle of friends, we made dinner together, if one of us bought food, the other would cook it, that sort of thing. We would sit together watching TV, we would talk shite about it, and watch sports on TV, and go to the cinema together and often go out clubbing together. I can see why they thought we were a couple, because a lot of the time it looked like we were.

I often thought what the fuck had I gotten myself into with him, but forever at the back of my mind I was repeating the mantra, we’re just mates, no harm done.

I waited in bed until my cock went soft, then allowed myself to get out, and go through to my kitchen, where Danny had already had two pots on the hob, one for water, that he was letting heat up, and the other was for the mince he was slowly letting cook. His famous spagbol it was – I say famous, it’s just spagbol, it’s a staple student diet of carbs and meat, just what you need to survive.

He smiled at me, and passed me a tin he’d brought in with him, a tin being a beer, for my friends from abroad. I happily accepted, smiled back to show no hard feelings, and we tapped our tins against each other “Cheers old boy” I said, and we both took a drink from the tin. I sat it down and took a look in one of the pots, while Danny casino oyna walked behind me, quickly hugged me from behind, and kissed the back of my head.

He was about an inch in height taller than me, dirty blonde, kept himself in excellent shape, though I couldn’t understand why with all the shite he ate. He was naturally tanned from having lived abroad for most of his life, but he was from England originally. He was good looking, he was so care free, in fact if we had a beach nearby, I know he’d spend every day on it surfing if he could, or just looking good for the Chiquita’s (his word, not mine) He didn’t seem to care about his studies, and for me he was an enigma.

But I cared for him, and I didn’t quite understand my feelings for him, or if he had them for me, or if it was mixed signals, or just my imagination. God, he frustrated me, but thoughts of him were often at the back of my mind.

I briefly played with my mobile (yes we had them back then, albeit we could only text 120 or so characters at a time, but that just made it more fun) before wandering back through to my room. “Danny,” I shouted through, realising something, “how the fuck did you get in here, Adok is playing snooker.”

“Oh, it’s cool dude, I borrowed your spare key for the door, and someone else let me in the building,” he said, as if it was nothing. I just shook my head, there was no stopping this guy really.

We ate dinner in the kitchen, laughed and joked as we always did, him normally saying something stupid and offensive, but I knew he was only joking. He had more heart than he let on.

It was weird how our friendship formed, cos you wouldn’t have pegged Danny and I to be friends. I had little to do with sport at uni, other than watching it, while Danny was very active with the sports society, playing on as many teams as he could, but especially on the lacrosse team. He was totally into sports, and I wasn’t. He hung with all the guys from the sports teams, and as much as I tagged along and knew some of the guys myself, it still wasn’t so much my crowd. They were very accepting though, and that always made it easier.

We were ying and yang when it came to a lot of things, but we were still mates. Uni has a way of doing that, when your living in halls. People from all sorts of different backgrounds becoming friends. I always liked that side of things, I’d made friends literally from all over the world.

But still, like a few other things I’ve mentioned, this is one of those things that just played around at the back of my mind, along with the over-friendliness, touchy feely thing we had going on.

“Pauly, hurry up and get ready, we’re going out after dinner,” he said, as if we’d already had a conversation, and I had agreed to go.

I hadn’t, and I wasn’t, “no chance mate, I’ve got course work to do,” I always had course work to do. So did Danny, but he never did it.

“Come on man, you have to go, Cheesy pop, beers, the ladies, we’ll have fun!” which was kinda his usual line. Dan had a rule, unwritten or not, which basically meant when he went out he needed to go out with someone, just so he wasn’t going somewhere on his own.

He had a habit of dumping people though as soon as he got there, boom, he was gone, ninja style. Such a social butterfly, that’s what I would call him at times. He did once say, “Pauly, I have a lot of friends, but literally I would only call one or two people really good friends, like people I speak to and people who know me and look out for me.” I understood what he meant, I’d thought that of myself a lot too, and I was surprised that he was so open about it.

The answer was still no, especially as none of our other friends that we shared were about, and we hadn’t planned anything – yes we had mobile phones, but social media was still just round the corner to make it easier to stay in touch.

“Please, I’ll buy you a couple drinks,” he said, knowing the other reason that I tried not to talk about so much was that I was skint, as we say over here. I lived on a tight student budget, as did a lot of people.

He was hitting closer to home, I hated staying in on a Thursday night, it was one of the best nights out during the week, next to Friday, Saturday, Tuesday, Sunday, Wednesday and Monday. Yeah yeah, I’ve named all the days of the week, but it’s true, students are masters at going out socialising, especially in this city, Glasgow, which is famed for its student life. It doesn’t get much better.

I think he knew I was close to caving, so he continued to work on me, “come on, it’ll be fun, and if we’re there early enough we won’t have to pay to get into the club, I’ll drive us,” he said, trying to force me to get dressed. We’re students, it’s a student club, we hardly need to dress up for it, but I quickly threw on a clean t-shirt, and a short sleeve shirt over it, unbuttoned of course, as was the fashion. He wore his typical, non-descript rugby top, which showed off his build nicely. He wished he had my broad shoulders though.

So, I freshen up, we jump in his car, and he slot oyna drives us to the student union, or rather he drives us to his place, which is right next to the student union anyways. He private let’s just like I did, but he was hardly ever at home. He had a knack for following me about, I should have charged him rent, and joked about it with him. He just laughed it off, and to be fair I wasn’t too bothered, it’s what you do.

So we spent an hour at his place while he got ready to go, played on the N64 and drank some more of his beers. I was already pretty merry before we took the short few hundred meter walk to the student union, where we quickly showed our I.D. and went straight into the bar.

True to his word, Danny bought the first drinks – two at a time, folks, we’re students, it’s how we roll. I spotted some friends at the bar and we chatted while I sipped at my beers, turned back round to look for Danny, and he was gone. Dick.

Typical night then.

Well, I say that, it was a lot of fun. I joked with my friends about how my mate had disappeared, they knew what he was like to, and some of my old flatmates showed up as well, so I had people to keep me company, so I was happy, I was having a good time.

Karaoke was a disaster, but I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Downed a couple of shots (the bank of mum, thank you very much) and sang a song or two really badly. Loved it, so much fun. Random nights truly were and are the best.

I even bumped into Danny once or twice, with him telling me to catch him before the end of the night, and I was like ‘yeah, yeah, whatever’ and moved on.

When the end of the night came, and I had danced my wee arse off, drank as much as my money would take me, I made my goodbye’s to one or two mates, just so someone knew I’d left, and headed for home. I was going to walk it, sober up in the fresh night air, and hopefully not stumble too much on my way home.

My ears were still ringing as I walked away from the building, I wasn’t too pished after all, I thought to myself, as I was keeping a straight line. I was looking forward to getting home, and finishing that nap I started earlier, knowing my 9am lecture at the uni would be a right-off, there was no chance I would have the energy to sit through an hour of material science.

My phone randomly pinged when I was walking home, I took a quick look, and ignored the message from Danny. I was heading home to my bed, that was it. It pinged a second time, and after that it rang, but I wasn’t having it.

The 30 minute walk home took me 45 minutes, but when I got there I found Danny sitting on the front door step to my building.

“Where the fuck did you go man?” he asked me, surprisingly looking annoyed, if not a bit upset, as he stood up and brushed the step from the arse of his trousers.

“Walking home dude, sobering up, how did you get here?” I asked him, “don’t tell me you fuckin drove here!” I said backed to him, already shaking my head. He’d done it before, and I wouldn’t put it past him.

“I got dropped off, don’t worry,” he said, remembering the lambast I gave him last time. He knew how pissed off I was with him before, hadn’t let him forget about it for ages. “Adok isn’t in, he texted me to say he was at his friends,” he added. They often played late night games of D&D, and I wasn’t really into it, but each to their own.

I fumbled for my main door keys, and let us both in, and we stomped our way up the stairs. Turns out I may have been a bit more drunk than I thought, as the stairs were a bigger struggle than I expected.

Once inside the door to my flat, I started dropping stuff out my pocket onto the kitchen work top, shirt off, shoes and socks off, and crashed onto my bed. Danny was still in the kitchen, before he came stomping through, having taken off his shoes and socks already, making himself at home. He was quieter than usual though, normally I would be getting a rundown of everything that had happened that night, but not tonight. He must just be tired, I thought, though he did look more drunk than usual. And having another beer when he got in? That wasn’t like him either.

“Wassup dude?” I said to him, as I looked up to him standing in the middle of the room, staring at me.

“Nothing man, just chillin,” he said back, but was still being weird. I pushed myself off my bed and stripped out of my trousers before heading to the toilet for a slash and grab some water.

When I came back into the living room, he was still standing, and he’d turned to stare at me some more. “You sure your ok Dan?” I said, “your being a bit weird?” I started to think drugs, or maybe his drink had been spiked, but he was looking ok otherwise, albeit a bit pale.

I walked over to one of the window’s on the far wall, to let a bit of fresh air in, and when I turned back round, he was almost right in my face. I hadn’t felt or heard him come up behind me, but he was right there, he even moved a bit closer when I stopped, and there was no real room for me to get passed him.

“Why did you leave without me?” canlı casino siteleri he said to me, he looked a bit upset.

“You were having fun, I left you to it and I was shattered, I just wanted my bed,” I said back to him, a bit quieter. He still looked sad.

“I wanted to come home with you,” he said again, quieter still.

“You don’t need me to babysit you,” I tried a smile back, “you were practically home anyways, you could have had your own bed.”

He didn’t reply. He was so close to me, and my smile faded. The moment was changing.

What I had thought was a fun night for both of us, it was clear that Dan was expecting something else, and I quickly started to get scared what he was wanting from me.

I could feel him breathing on me, and we were both continuing not to talk. There was some noise on the TV in the background, but I wasn’t paying attention to that, this guy, this friend, was in front of me, and the thoughts flashing across my mind scared the hell out of me. I couldn’t help but feel that he was putting himself way out there and all I could think about was not to be stupid, not to do anything I would regret. The friendship we had was more important than anything else.

His nose touched mine, and we still hadn’t said anything. I couldn’t work out if he was waiting for me to do something, to laugh and push him away for being a dick, or something like that, I didn’t know.

His forehead touched mine, and our noses rubbed closer together. He had reached his arms up to me, and put one hand on each shoulder. Now I thought he was just drunk, I almost breathed a sigh of relief, but I still didn’t know what to do with my hands.

“Fuck sake, man,” he whispered in his strange mix of accent, as I leaned into him more against his forehead. When he was drunk, he sounded so Scottish, it was normally funny, but not tonight.

I was ready to smile and laugh it off, I’d literally turned the corners of my mouth up to form the smile, when his full mouth crashed against mine, just kissing my lips first, waiting for a reaction, and when I didn’t push him away, I felt a kiss again, this time his mouth was slightly open, to match my own. My eyes were closed the entire time, I think he took that as acceptance, but I was yet to kiss him back. He still had his hands on my shoulders, but now he gripped me more, holding onto my broad shoulders.

I moved for the first time, reaching my hands up now to high up on his sides, and I opened my mouth further to meet his, and our tongues met. It was like nothing I’d felt before.

Later, I’d look back thinking wow, this is the first time I kissed a guy, but I didn’t spare a thought when he first kissed me. This was two people, clearly there was more to it than just a kiss, but to me it felt amazing.

I could taste the beer in his mouth, I’m sure he could tell the same from mine, and our stubble rubbing against each other as we slowly kissed felt so different, but very right. I had kissed girls before, and some were quick kisses, some full on wet snogs, one girl’s tongue was going a mile a minute in my mouth, but this guy, my friend, his tongue complimented mine perfectly. His tongue would gently touch mine, and I would do the same to him, we slowly and gently kissed each other as our bodies fully ground together, our arms round each other, holding each other firmly.

I have to say it was the softest, nicest kiss I’d ever had, and to this day I remember it as one of the best I’d ever had.

We paused for a moment, and stood slightly back from each other, still holding each other, and still touching foreheads. Dan sighed a sigh of relief, and I could see a small smile on his face. I think I was still in shock, to be honest, but I was at the same time slightly in awe. Later I would think about what a risk he’d taken, how brave he was. Braver than I could have been, I could never have taken that chance, least not without a push. I wondered what pushed him.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while now,” he said to me, still talking quiet.

“I’m glad you did,” I said back, as he slowly lifted his head now to be able to see my smile. We continued to hold each other, and a big grin came on his face, and mine too.

“God man, I was so scared!” he said, “I thought there was something but I couldn’t be sure that you wouldn’t want to kick my arse and throw me out.”

“Kick your arse? I think you’d fight me back,” I joked back, but he looked serious in his reply.

“I could never do that, man, for one I would deserve the beating, and I’d never want to hurt you.” He looked sad at the thought, and he never ceased to surprise me that there could be deeper feelings for me. I could so easily have told him then that I loved him, I think, at that point, I couldn’t help but think he may have had those same thoughts in his head.

This time, I kissed him. I grabbed his head, and pulled him to me, and he didn’t resist, he grabbed mine back, and we moulded into a passionate kiss, body to body, I moved my hand down to his trouser covered ass and pulled him harder to me, not that he could get any closer to me, and he did the same to me. He had the advantage I was in my boxers already, and it was so much more obvious that my cock was hard as fuck, grinding against him.

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Emma sat up, unzipped her hood and pulled it off. She shook out her hair and looked like a fashion model. It was mussed a bit but it framed her face perfectly. It was that easy for her. She motioned for me to sit up. Derek helped me and I turned my head so she could untie my hood. She delicately pulled the material from under the leather collar and loosened the back ties. She slowly lifted it off. I turned to Emma. There we were; the real us. She leaned in and kissed me. It wasn’t two faceless people anymore. It was me and my best friend. It felt so naughty and I loved every tingly bit of it. Emma tasted exquisite and her lips and tongue felt beautiful.

As our tongues darted in and out and probed each other, Derek’s hands slid around my body and squeezed my tits. His wonderful hands felt great as he mashed my tits and pulled on my nipples. His hard cock poked me nicely in the back reminding of the wonderful fucking he’d given me. Emma broke our kiss and crawled off the bed and then she and Derek helped me up and into the bathroom. Emma got out a wash cloth and a towel, “Join us in the kitchen when you’re ready.” She leaned in and gave me a very sensual kiss.

I took my time as I cleaned up enjoying the afterglow from god knows how many orgasms. When I looked in the mirror I smiled. My hair had that just fucked look and my make-up was smeared. I radiated that warm, well fucked slut feeling. I was happy. I had no regrets at all and surprisingly there was something very reassuring about the leather collar that was still locked around my neck. I gently fingered the little gold lock that held it securely in place. I knew that Emma left it around my neck on purpose. That thought made a shiver run down my spine and my pussy tingled. I really never thought of myself as a sub type person, but I had to admit, I really enjoyed the bondage thing. Who knew? I was definitely learning quite a lot today.

I ran my fingers through my hair. I decided it was good enough and went back to the bedroom. Emma had laid out several things for me to wear. I decided on the sheer white baby-doll with black polka dots. It was playful and matched my mood. I gazed at myself in the mirror. The leather bra was one of the sexiest pieces of lingerie I’d ever worn, but it wouldn’t go with the baby-doll. Plus, braless would look so much sexier. I squeezed my exposed nipples one last time before I reluctantly unhooked the bra and let it slide off my tits.

I picked up the slinky baby doll and slid it over my head and let it drop into place. My tits filled the empire top nicely. A lot of cleavage was on display. I kept my stockings and garter belt on, and found my heels. It was like I was wearing a very short, very sheer club dress. The look was hot. I re-did my eyes with some of Emma’s make-up and at the last minute put my hair up in two little pig tails. They were fun and with the collar, they made me look extra slutty. I smiled at myself and headed for the kitchen.

My body was still buzzing from the adrenalin and excitement of the afternoon and evening. I walked slowly down the hall like a fashion model exaggerating each step making my tits sway back and forth against the flimsy material. My sensitive nipples hardened as they continually brushed the silky fabric. As I entered the kitchen my heels made tiny clicking noises on the ceramic tile. Derek and Emma broke their kiss and turned in my direction and smiled. He was seated at the high top kitchen table and Emma was standing between his legs.

Emma was wearing bright red, sheer boy shorts and a matching halter and white heels. The top barely contained her mammoth jugs. The halter tied between her tits and her nipples were as visible as mine were. Derek was still naked; fucking nice, the man was gorgeous. She had one arm around his neck and reached the other one out to me. I did my best cat-walk toward them. Their eyes focused on my swaying tits the entire way. I felt slutty and apparently looked it. They definitely enjoyed watching me. My pussy was throbbing and ready again.

Emma shifted slightly so that I could step between them. They each put an arm around me and hugged me. Emma pulled me toward her and after staring into my eyes for a long second, lowered her face and kissed me passionately. Our tongues darted in and out as we dueled with each other. Derek’s hand massaged my ass for a bit and then his fingers migrated down the crack of my ass. I lifted my leg slightly so that he had easy access. He understood and pressed a finger against the puckered ring where he’d just deposited his load until it slowly gave way. There was still plenty of lube in my ass and his finger wormed its way easily into my recently cum filled ass. He moved the tip of his finger around in my ass and it was magic.

As Emma and I continued kissing, I moved my hand into Derek’s lap and found his hardening cock. Damn even after having it my ass I forgot how big it was. It filled my tiny hand. Emma slowed our kissing and gave me a quick last kiss before separating. casino oyna She looked at me a long time like she was trying to figure something out. Then she started tentatively, “Amy, one hell of a lot happened so far today. As for me, I couldn’t be happier, but I want to check where you are.”

I knew what she was thinking because I’d already covered those thoughts while I was in the bathroom. I smiled at her and then quickly at Derek. I touched her face softly and squeezed Derek’s cock before I started, “Emma, I couldn’t be in a better place, mentally or physically.” Just as I was about to continue Derek buried the rest of his finger in my butt. He got my immediate attention as the second joint of his finger slid passed the wrinkled opening. His finger was far smaller than his cock but I shuddered involuntarily anyway. Damn, what a wonderful sensation. The man was good.

I wasn’t expecting Derek’s little surprise and the shock made me gasp. I gulped a big breathe of air before I continued. I gazed into Emma’s eyes, “I don’t know if you can tell or not, but right now one of Derek’s big fat fingers is deep in my ass and it feels great. Not only does Derek have a finger in my ass, but his wonderfully large cock is in my hand, and my other arm is around you. Can it really get better than that?” I was on a roll and talking fast and smiling at Emma. I hoped I was making some kind of sense. I took a breath and continued, “I can’t believe that it took me all these years to find out who I am. I’m still a little fuzzy I have to admit, and I know that our relationship has changed and will probably continue to change, but I look forward to that. I love this. I love being nasty and slutty and being used. It’s exciting and I feel alive for the first time in a long, long time.”

I leaned in and kissed her quickly and then did the same with Derek. I think I was pretty much beaming at them, “Listen, I’m not a kid and I know that this isn’t love. Its sex and lust, and I want it to be part of my life and I hope that however it works out that both of you will continue to be part of my life too.”

Emma was smiling like crazy, “Well then, we should celebrate the occasion properly; time for some champagne.” She headed to retrieve the bubbly.

Derek’s finger was still deep in my ass and the movement was really turning me on. I loved the feeling and smiled at him to let him know it was good. I moved my eyes downward to check out his cock. It was hard and beautiful and bent into a nice arc pointing upward. It looked awesome in my small hand. As I admired his cock I noticed for the first time that his pubic hair was completely shaved. He was the first man I’d seen without pubic hair and I liked the look. Combined with his tan and his physique it was sexy as hell. His beautiful balls were tight up against his body and he just looked like sex. I leaned in and pressed my tits against him and then slid my tongue between his lips. We kissed and groped until Emma returned with the champagne. He and I finished our kiss and to my disappointment, he slowly removed his finger from my ass. Damn, I felt so empty.

After we all had a glass in our hand, Emma made a toast, “To old friends and new awakenings.” We all took a sip and Emma suggested we go to the living room so we could be more comfortable.

They each took the ends of the couch and I got to sit between my new lovers. It was a small couch and I liked the arrangement. Everyone was in their own quiet place as we enjoyed the champagne. I was momentarily lost in the breathtaking memory of Derek’s dong being up my ass. I smiled to myself and I let my free hand slide across Derek’s thigh until I found his penis. It was soft and thick and I could feel its weight as I lifted it. What an amazing sensation. I ran my fingernails along his length and felt him twitch as he came to life. What a marvelous invention. His cock was hot to the touch and the liquid was cold and delicious. As I swallowed the last of my champagne I marveled at the change slowly taking place. I lifted my empty glass to Emma for more.

She smiled and was only too happy to oblige. As soon as she headed for the door, I slid to my knees. I moved my hand to the base of his cock and let the rest of him just hang free from the end of my hand. What a wonderful sight. He wasn’t totally rigid yet but getting stiff rapidly. I gazed at Derek momentarily as I ran my free hand over his body taking in his beauty. He was incredibly fit without an ounce of fat anywhere. He had the smooth outlines of a strong, muscled body. His abs were just short of six packs, but very nicely defined and he didn’t have a hint of hair anywhere that I could see. Damn, he was nice on the eyes and with that cock; he was pretty much the total package.

After savoring Derek, letting my own libido run wild, I lowered my head and covered his beautiful pink glans with my mouth. I loved the feeling as his cock swelled in my mouth. I never had a cock actually get hard in my mouth before. There was something slot oyna wonderful about the stiffness and the softness of a hard cock. I love feeling it with my lips and my tongue and scraping my teeth lightly over the head. Derek reached down for my baby doll and started pulling up. I lifted my arms so he could get it over my head and when I let his cock go, it bounced lewdly in the air in front of my face. He tossed the lingerie against the wall and I mashed my tits against his thighs as I went back to work on his delicious cock.

His girth was phenomenal. I let my lips form a ring around the head of his penis and licked his pee hole again. I was infatuated with that little hole and eased the tip of my tongue in and wormed it around. The spongy flesh felt a bit like Emma’s big nipples. What a wonderful feeling. I ran my tongue around his beautiful head while I probed the little opening. I licked and nibbled down the long underside of his very fat cock and sucked on his smooth balls before I headed down to his ass.

He knew what I had in mind and slid down in the couch and lifted his legs spreading them wide grabbing behind his knees. Wow, that was the first time a guy had ever spread his legs for me and offered me his ass. Derek was totally vulnerable and a sense of power and control overwhelmed me. I surveyed the situation. His dick was in one hand and I was caressing his balls with the other. Very fine blond hair ran along the crack of his ass. He looked delicious and he was completely spread waiting for me to eat his ass.

I pushed his thighs back as I leaned forward to lick his balls again. I’d never rimmed anybody before and found his smell heavy and manly. I licked around the tight puckered opening and then forced my tongue in like Emma had done me. Derek liked it. He moaned and rubbed my face. I licked and poked his ass with my tongue and each time I could get a little more in. I liked licking and tonguing his ass. There was something really nasty and decadent about it, and right now I was totally in charge. I casually jerked his stiff shaft and pushed my middle finger into his butt hole. Derek’s whimper turned into loud moans.

When Emma walked back into the room she stopped next to us and watched for a long while before she finally sat down in the couch across from us. It was thrilling having Emma watch me rim Derek’s ass and jerk his cock. I liked her watching me. I’d always been more reserved and shy, but it felt sort of like I had butterflies in my stomach. I was really getting off on being an exhibitionist. Fuck, what a turn on it was. My entire body was buzzing.

I was very busy having fun with Derek’s tasty parts. It was all so new and I was having one hell of a good time learning my way around. Derek was moaning loudly. In the background I heard the tell tale sloshing sounds coming from Emma’s pussy. From the amount of noise, I knew her fingers had to be buried deep inside her cunt. I really wanted to sneak a peek at her, but there was no way I could do with my face in Derek’s ass. Derek was getting two great shows; Emma playing with her pussy and me licking his ass. Derek was moving his hips in time to me jerking his cock. He was ready to cum again, I could tell from the way his legs were starting to shake. I had decided it was time to get Derek off when Emma hissed at me, “Hey bitch, get your ass over here and lick my cunt! Now!”

Fuck, it didn’t seem fair, but when Emma ordered me to lick her cunt, I immediately flashed back to her telling me to remember that she was always in charge. My pulse quickened and my pussy started to tingle at her command. I gazed at Derek. Fuck he was gorgeous. His hard cock was in my hand and most of his huge penis stuck out the top of my fist. His sexy little ass hole was covered with my saliva and his balls lay flat against his body. Damn, it dawned on me that he was spread wide just like I’d been earlier in the evening when he fucked my ass; mmmm. I looked at Derek and he gave me that “hey, you better get your ass over there and lick her cunt” look. I put my other hand on his cock and gave him a nice squeeze. I smiled up at him as I turned to crawl away. He smiled back and blew me a kiss. He grabbed his huge cock and was pumping it slowly.

When I turned, Emma had removed her shorts and she was spreading her legs as wide as she could get them. Jesus H. Christ, she had almost all of her right hand in her pussy. Shit, this girl had all kind of surprises up her sleeve. I crawled up between her legs and licked my way up her thighs. She slowly pulled her hand out of her pussy and spread the outer lips of her gaping pussy. I pressed my nose against her cunt and breathed in deeply.

The aroma was musky and sweet; very different than Derek. I pushed my tongue into her slit and Emma stiffened slightly as I licked her from bottom to top. Her hands lay softly on the back of my head steadying me between her thighs. Her cunt juice was thick and tasted salty and feminine. I used my tongue to spread her slit and nibbled canlı casino siteleri her engorged pussy lips. Emma moaned softly as I licked her pussy. I slid my hands up her abdomen to her huge tits. I squeezed each of her fun bags and Emma gasped as she pulled my head against her harder. I found her nipples and rolled them softly. Jesus, her nipples were huge. I finally sucked the nub of flesh at the top of her slit into my mouth and used my tongue to flick the tip. I could feel her clit grow.

Her pussy was dripping wet and her juices covered her thighs and my cheeks. It was like being in a dream. We were both breathing hard and my pussy tingled as I worked on her cunt. Her pussy still gaped wide from her fist so I pushed my fingers into her very slippery hole. As I hand fucked her, Emma grabbed my pig tails and pulled my face even harder against her. She moaned for me to suck her cunt and make her cum. I was doing my best and loving every minute of my effort.

I was busy enjoying Emma’s pussy when I got a welcome surprise. Derek moved in behind me and spread my thighs slightly. He fingered my slit with his big fat fingers, spreading the lube from my pussy all around. He pressed the tip of his cock against my opening and pushed forward gently. Gawd I love the felling of a cock pressing its way inside my creamy slit; it felt wonderful. I did my best to keep my lips and tongue on Emma as Derek performed his magic. He pushed his cock forward slowly and after a few ins and outs he was buried deep in my vagina. What a feeling; so full and so deep. He held my hips but didn’t move. I didn’t know what he had in mind so I just went back to working on Emma’s pussy.

Emma was bucking and moaning as I sucked her clit. I had my fingers in her pussy rubbing against her g-spot and the action seemed to be having the desired effect. Emma legs tensed up a bit and her moaning turned into a low shriek. Her clitty was super swollen, easy twice the size of when I started. I continued to lick and suck Emma’s engorged clit as she basically fucked my face. Every time she moved her hips into my face, my body moved backward a little against Derek causing his cock to move deliciously in and out. After letting him casually fuck me for a while, I needed more. I reached back and grabbed Derek’s hip and pulled him toward me. He took the hint and began a very slow steady pace. Out very slowly until just his beautiful pink head was inside and then he slowly pushed it back in deep. Fucking awesome!

I adjusted my body so that I could work her clit and still finger fuck her. Every time I pushed my fingers in deep she went crazy. I loved the feeling and the effect I was having on her. I had nearly all of my hand in her and Emma was bucking her hips against my face and then suddenly she just stopped moving. She screamed something like “fuuuuckkkmmmeee” and started thrashing around like crazy. Then, I had another new first. I was still sucking her and a blast of thick-ish pussy juice hit my face. It was like having a glass of water thrown at you only it was warm and gooey. I pulled my face back for a second in surprise, and then another blast. My face and chest was wet with her juice. She was shaking and pinching her nipples and I pushed my fingers in again. Another shot splashed against my tits. Emma continued to quiver as her orgasms worked through her body but she was finished squirting.

Fuck, I couldn’t believe it. I made Emma cum and her pussy juice was everywhere. Damn, apparently I was a natural at eating pussy too. Emma just laid there with her eyes closed and legs spread. She looked awesome; she was in a very happy place moaning softly. I felt so alive and so naughty.

I’d almost forgotten about Derek. Well, almost. As soon as Emma orgasmed, he quickened his pace and pounded my very ready pussy. My pussy was stretched out and ready; the hard fucking was great. I laid my head in Emma’s lap and just focused on Derek’s cock in my pussy. The boy really knew how to use it.

He held my hips tightly and really pumped my pussy. Deep and hard, over and over again; I could feel the tingle coming. Every thrust sent shivers through me. Emma started stroking my hair and it seemed perfect for me to plant little kisses on her pussy lips. The wetness covering her pussy tasted like sex. I was in heaven. My head was lying against a very wet pussy and a big, hard cock was pounding my pussy. Derek was working hard and grunting and breathing fast as he jack hammered my pussy.

He was thrusting deep and then pulling nearly all the way out. The feeling of being so full one second and nearly empty the next was mind boggling good. Derek pressed forward again, grunted and held it there. I felt his cock spasm and the first spurt hit deep in my cervix. What an amazing feeling. He continued to push hard, spasming over and over again until he’d shot his entire load deep inside me. When his balls were empty, he continued to slowly fuck my cum filled pussy until he started to soften. His cock felt silky as he slid in and out well after he had finished cumming. Finally its weight caused it to slide slowly out of my well used pussy. A flood of his warm cum followed his cock and ran down my thighs. The sensation was spectacular.

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Today started off like any other day. I woke up at 0230, snuggled with my wife a bit before I kissed her, rolled out of bed, and began my routine with a light stretch. I noticed that she smelled differently today, but I brushed it off as just another lotion because the store probably didnt have her usual. After my stretch I headed down the hall to begin my security check and noticed that Jessica’s door was wide open.

This was odd because ever since she started at the local university she’s turned into a very private girl and usually slept with the door closed. I poked my head in to make sure she was alright, saw her sound asleep under the covers, and closed the door before continuing to the stairs.

“Must’ve been one hell of a party,” I mumbled to myself remembering her night out on the town with Lynn last night.

I got down to the kitchen, boiled some water for my morning tea, and headed straight to my study where I’d be for the next few hours preparing for my day. By 0500 I had worked through some negativities that were stacking up to ruin my day to day, knocked out my cardio and weights, did my meditation, and reviewed the list of items that would begin my work day. It was time for breakfast and a shower.

After bacon and eggs I prepared the coffee pot for my wife complete with a sticky note that said “Extra cinnamon. Just the way you like it. Hit start and have a beautiful day, casino siteleri Love.” Before heading back up to shower I threw together some breakfast options for Jessica and left a bottle of water and the Aspirin on the counter with a note that said “I know you were safe, so I hope you had fun last night, baby girl. I love you. -Dad” This was arguably my favorite part of my morning routine. It’s the small things that make someone’s day before it ever begins and I loved starting my day with these small things for them.

_ _ _ _

“How was work, Honey,” asked Jordan before I ever closed the door.

“Long,” I said sternly as I hung up my coat. “My secretary quit, the studio lost power, my top editor is threatening to walk, and I found out that my accountant is stealing from the company.”

“That’s horrible,” she replied with a concerned tone.

“Wow. You look amazing,” I said nervously. I was so wrapped up in my day that I hadn’t even noticed her yet. Her fine, brown hair was ironed out and flowing down her back. Her beautiful neck was completely exposed and adorned with a black lace choker. She wore a fine, black satin dress that hugged every curve of her slim, hourglass figure down to her thighs. She didn’t have shoes on, but her left ankle wore a diamond and lace anklet that I bought her for Christmas several years ago. “What’s the occasion?”

“You know the occasion, baby,” slot oyna she sassed as she slowly, seductively approached me with her hands behind her back.

“No.. I really don’t.”

“Fine,” she rolled her eyes. “Come with me.”

She lead me through the familiar doorways of our home and stopped in front of my study.

“Close your eyes,” my wife said sweetly.

“What have you done to my study, Jordan?”

“Nothing bad,” she bit her lip. “Just trust me.”

I closed my eyes and she covered them with a silk blindfold.

“Jordan-” I was cut off with a finger to my lips.

“Stop fussing and trust your wife,” she finally said sternly. She took my hand, opened the door, lead me to my desk, and helped me sit down.

“What is this, wife,” I asked half playfully.

“Stop fussing,” she said again as she put her hands on my thighs. She straddled me and I immediately knew what was happening. She unzipped my slacks, pulled out my cock, and wasted no time mounting me. I felt her wet walls tighten around my hardening shaft as she lowered herself down and my hands shot straight to her firm breasts.

“God, Baby,” she moaned. “I love feeling you grow inside me.”

My wife rode me for what felt like hours under that blindfold. I kicked off my shoes, and my slacks and dress shirt slowly came off as we went along. She insisted that she wanted to keep her dress on. She wrapped canlı casino siteleri her arms around my head in a way that pulled me to her chest and covered my ears as she rocked her hips into me. I was down two senses and this only amplified the pleasure I felt around my cock.

“Baby I’m cumming,” I huffed into her chest as I tried to keep from digging my nails into her back.

She moaned lovingly, pushed me back in my chair, kissed me deeply, and choked me with all of her might. I felt her tighten around my cock as her own orgasm began. I gasped and gripped her ribs hard as she milked my cock and rode out the most intense orgasm we’ve ever had together.

“Stay,” commanded my wife after she dismounted me. I heard my mini fridge open and close and she returned to me with one of my green smoothies from the corner store. “Drink up, dear. We’re not done yet,” she finished lovingly.

I opened the smoothie as she stepped around behind my chair. She massaged my shoulders and chest and I relaxed with my drink. The strange new lotion smell finally hit me again.

“Did they not have your regular lotion,” I asked.

“What do you mean,” Jordan responded.

“Nevermind. So what’s the occasion, dear,” I insisted again as I tipped my head back to her.

“Shhh,” she whispered as she knelt down behind me. She kissed my neck and slowly untied the blindfold.

I opened my eyes and right there, just beyond my opened legs in front of my desk, staring at my dripping, wife soaked, and swollen cock, knelt my beautiful girls Jessica and Lynn.

“Happy birthday, Husband,” Jordan whispered into my ear.

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