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One of the first warm weeks of the year and few people lounged beside the slow moving river. The bank was divided into two areas – a larger one where most people went and a smaller one where no one said anything if you disrobed completely. Ellie reclined naked, her left arm shading her eyes from the bright morning sun. She glanced along her body – past the firm youthful-like breasts, the firm stomach, the shaved pussy, the missing left leg, the long slim right leg, the shapely foot – towards three naked people splashing around about fifteen feet out into the river. Her eyes closed and she drifted between sleep and fantasy.

A cool breeze woke her and she sat upright. The woman in the water embraced the younger of the men, her lips pressed tightly against his, her hand reached between his legs as if she had done so before. Her body rubbed over his letting her breasts move nicely about. The other man playfully splashed the pair who ignored him. He turned and walked towards the shore where Ellie sat.

“Oh my god,” Ellie slowly muttered louder than expected as she watched him.

Now out of the water and about ten feet away, he grinned.

“Is that because of me … or for me?” She teased watching his erection hardly bob with each step.

He sat facing her, his legs slightly crossed but not hiding his cock in any way. “Would you mind if it were both?” He giggled slightly and extended his hand. “I’m Kevin. I thought I’d let them tend to each other.” He tossed his thumb over his shoulder towards the pair still embracing in the water behind him.

“Ellie,” she replied holding his hand. “Not that I’m a connoisseur of cocks, but that IS a particularly nice one.” She let go of his hand and leaned back against one arm.

“Do you come here often?”

“I like to … ah, watch.”

“What? The naked men?”

Ellie nodded a few time and let her tongue slip across her lower lip. “For me it is more of a spectator sport.” She laughed and sat upright again.

“So, you watch and then go home to fuck yourself?”

His bluntness caught her slightly off guard. “Is that so bad? I mean, I can take my time and enjoy all of my body without regard to someone else’s needs.” She watched his face for a moment before letting her gaze rest over his erection. “Don’t you play with that bad boy between your legs?”

“Sure.”

She let her hand rest over the hip without a thigh and massaged the soft rounded mass a few times before her fingertips slipped though the lips of her pussy. “Wow,” she groaned then moved her hand over her stomach.

“Go ahead if you want.” Without touching it, his cock bounced up towards his stomach in a slight spasm.

“Make it do that again,” she begged as she touched her clit with a single fingertip.

Kevin leaned back and made his cock move several more times without touching it.

“Cool,” Ellie mumbled. “Glad my missing leg doesn’t seem to turn you off.”

“Not in the least.”

“You almost make it sound like it might excite you.”

“Would that be a problem?”

“Nope. Especially if it wouldn’t be a problem that I had it off.”

“Had … did you want it off?”

“Crazy huh?” Her hand cupped the legless hip and fondled it. “A few years back.”

“Wow-w,” he slowly exclaimed then let his hand curl around the large erection. “Now that IS exciting.”

“Really? Is it something you want too?”

“No, but I do find women with one leg very exciting … and to know you wanted to be that way is … ah, icing on the cake.”

“Does your wife know about your feelings?”

“Don’t have a wife. What about your husband?”

“Don’t have a husband … and no boyfriend either. Not for ten years since I graduated from college. Don’t get me wrong, I have a guy once in a while … mostly to satisfy my love to suck cock.”

“Hmmm,” he purred rubbing his chin and watching her fondle the hip. “Do you think I could be a “guy once in a while”? He laughed. “Actually I’d like to be more than that.”

“We all get horny.” She laughed and moved closer. Her hand replaced his on the cock and stroked it a few times. “Such a nice thing,” she softly whispered without stopping. “Bet it has been in quite a few pussies.”

“Enough to know what it feels like, but not a lot of or often enough.”

“What a shame … the often enough part.” She stopped stroking and let her thumb rub around the large swollen head twice. She leaned down and took just the head into her mouth letting it moved in and out slightly several times before sitting back up. “Nice.” Her thumb smoothed the salvia that remained on the head.

“You didn’t have to stop.” He sounded disappointed.

“I know, but this is so public. Believe me, I’d love to have continued.”

His hand moved towards her, then stopped in midair. “Can I touch…?”

She pressed a finger over his lips before he could finish as if to shush him. “Anywhere you want.” She leaned back and moved her foot more to one side. “Have you ever touched a stump?” She giggled and watched his hand casino oyna move closer.

“Nah … looked at enough pictures though.” He laughed and massaged her hip. “It feels really nice.”

“You’ve got that right.”

He moved his face closer to hers then let their lips touch. She slipped her tongue inside and let it enjoy the wetness of his mouth. A pleasurable moan was made a few times as her hand cupped the back of his head and her fingers toyed with his hair.

She pulled back leaving her hand behind his head. “Nice kisses.”

“Not the only places I’d like to kiss you.”

“Oh baby, you say the nicest things.” She giggled and lay on her back. “Show me.” Two fingers parted her pussy lips exposing the wet pink insides to him.

Her eyes closed as he nibbled and stabbed his tongue inside. His nose rubbed against her clit and he held her hips in both hands. Leaves rustled and a shadow covered her face.

“Kevin’s found a woman,” the female voice said.

“Guess he won’t need a ride home,” the male voice said and the couple from the river walked away. After a few feet, he remarked, “Did she only have one leg?”

“Yeah-h,” she drawled with a slight sense of excitement in her voice. “I’ll tell you more some day.”

Kevin had not stopped while they had watched and Ellie had only slightly been aware of someone else being nearby.

“Darlin’,” she moaned. He paused and glanced towards her face, the aroma of her pussy still lingering close. “If I promise you can do that all night, can we stop for a while and go for a swim? I also want to relish that cock of yours tonight. Okay?”

Kevin stood and reached his hand down. She held it and pulled herself upright. “I can just hop. Let me hold your arm for balance.”

“It must be awkward to hop in the water.”

“Yeah. Of course you could carry me.” She giggled as he scooped her into his arms. “Who were they?”

“My little sister and her guy.”

“Sister? Does she know about your, hmmm, interest?”

He let her slip gently from his arms, guiding her until she stood in front of him in water up to their waist. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, teasing her lips with his.

“Some … and she pretends sometimes. He doesn’t know and I doubt she will tell him.”

“Do you mean ‘pretend to be an amputee’?”

“Yeah-h … usually just for me, but sometimes alone just for herself. I bet you used to do that too.”

“I confess, yes I did. God, it is so-o much better now than when I used to pretend. Does she want to be an amputee?”

“She says she doesn’t.”

His hands slipped along her back until his fingertips slid though the valley of her ass, then one hand massaged her legless hip.

“How did you know I was partial to having the leg completely gone?” he asked giving her lips light kisses as he spoke.

“I guess my crystal ball was working really well.” She laughed and reached into the water and held his cock. “How did you know I liked large cocks?” She laughed again.

–

The sun had moved enough the trees now cast a large shadow over the blanket and other items. She let go of his arm and bent over to pick the towels up, one for him, the other for her. Balanced on her only foot, she patted the drops of water from her naked body and rubbed at the long single leg. She bent down again and lifted the crutches until they rested under her arms then toweled her hair a little. The whole time she had watched his cock bounce as he vigorously dried his body.

“What?” he asked pressing his palm against her crotch, feeling the pussy lips kiss his hand.

She reached out and played with his slightly firm erection. “Bet we’ll have fun with each other.” She held his cock and pulled him closer so she could kiss his lips. As she did, she pushed a little of the cock inside her and felt the renewed erection growing even firmer. “Be a shame to waste this,” she teased.

“There’ll be more of those. We don’t want to mess up that sweet cunt of yours, do we?”

–

Kevin tossed the duffle bag into the backseat and watched Ellie slide the crutches across the floor. She pushed the door closed and took two long hops so she could sit in the driver’s seat. Her barefoot moved inside and rested on the accelerator. The door clicked shut. She wiggled her hips and tugged at the long t-shirt bottom until it exposed her naked hips.

“Give you something to look at on the way home.” She laughed and started the engine.

“And I like what I see. Guess when we get home, I’ll have to give it a very, very close inspection.” He snickered.

–

Karen stood by Mike in the parking lot of her apartment and kissed him long and deep. Her tongue explored his mouth and she could feel his growing excitement press against her.

“Baby, I need you too. I’ve a few things I just have to do though. Please understand,” she whispered into his ear as she ground herself against him.

“What?” he asked in a mild state of anger. “I’m getting tired of having to jerk off after being slot oyna with you.” His voice grew angrier with each word.

“Sorry.” She shrugged her shoulders.

“Well maybe we shouldn’t get naked and make out if we can’t get each other off.”

She pulled back and looked at him with the bulge in his pants as she held one of his hands. Her eyes scanned his body and quietly she considered what to say. She let go of the hand and took another step away.

“So, am I just a pussy for your cock?” She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t need you or your cock that much. Good fucking luck finding someone else.”

She turned and flipped him off as she walked along the sidewalk. She could hear him protesting for another twenty feet until she turned and walked along the other side of a tall hedge. She talked to herself, sometimes muttering aloud, convincing herself that she did not need him.

The lock on the closed door clicked and she walked though the apartment leaving the beach bag on the washer then on into the bedroom. She undressed removing the only two pieces of clothing and dropped them on the floor of the bathroom as she watched in the mirror. Both hands cupped her breasts and a finger on the left hand teased a nipple into a state of firmness.

“Oh baby,” she moaned aloud.

Karen leaned against the wall still playing with one breast and pulled her left foot up pinning it between her hip and the wall. Aloud, she said, “What is Kevin doing with that one legged chick? Why is she so lucky to be missing her fucking leg? Why not me?”

First one finger, then a second, filled her pussy. Her head fell backward against the wall. Her mouth dropped open. “Ah, ah,” she gasped as her eyes again looked in the mirror.

The orgasm subsided as she thought aloud, “He knows I pretend. He thinks I do it for him. Will he think I’m crazy that I…?” She let her foot down and turned the knob in the shower to warm.

–

“It’s not much,” Ellie explained as she closed the front door behind Kevin. “But it’s home these days.” She walked smoothly on her crutches occasionally pausing in mid-stride to balance with her foot off the floor.

“You really do love being that way,” he remarked as he followed her into the kitchen.

“Oh hell yeah-h.” She held a bottle of whiskey up towards him. He nodded. “I can’t imagine having it back now. To be very candid, I can’t remember what it was like to have it.” She handed him a tumbler with a half-inch of whiskey covering the bottom, then she sipped from her glass. “Guess I always wanted to be this way.”

“Do you know why?”

“Nope. I used to spend hours wondering why. I was afraid I was crazy or insane. I would read all those stories of new amputees crying over the loss of a limb and taking month, years, to get back to their life. I was up the next day and crutching up and down the hall. It doesn’t matter why anymore.”

“A few years ago?” he quizzed before another sip.

“Yup. If only I could have done it when I was a kid….”

“Really?”

“Yup. Tell me about your amputee interest.” She poured more whiskey into both glasses.

Karen and I had a cousin our age that’d lost a leg because of cancer. Eventually she died, but before that, we both loved using her crutches.”

“Did you get to see her stump?”

“Yes we both did … a number of times. We were just kids and very curious.”

“So that did it for you?”

“Oh, I had girlfriends with both legs, but I was always on the lookout for one-legged women. I never found any to date, though I saw a few at the mall or amusement parks. Eventually I started buying pictures before the Internet. Now I have a hard drive filled with pictures.”

“What about Karen?”

“While she was in college, she would visit me. We probably had a few drinks too many one night and were talking about our cousin. She mentioned something about how we used to go around on her crutches. I asked if she still did that. She said she would if there was a way to get a pair of crutches, that she had really loved doing that.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, wow. We went to the pharmacy and bought a pair and several ACE bandages. A few times that evening she bound her leg up for a while and walked around my apartment on the crutches.”

“Did you ask her if she wanted to have just one leg?”

“I did, but she only would say ‘there isn’t a way’.”

“Do you think…?”

“I don’t know, but she has gone out with me at night on one leg. We go to another part of town or go out of town. Her foot sticks out from her ass and that kind of messes with the image. She walks very well on her crutches.”

Ellie sat her glass on the counter and pushed at Kevin’s waistband until his shorts fell along his legs landing over his feet. She patted the counter next to him. “Sit up here,” she commanded. “You’re making me horny.” She giggled and pulled her t-shirt off leaving herself naked.

She watched him push himself up letting his shorts fall on the floor. With a single hop, Ellie positioned herself canlı casino siteleri between his knees then slipped her hands along his thighs. “Geez, you have a wonderful looking cock.” Her fingers teased the warm shaft letting it move against them. “Lean back just a bit,” she instructed letting her face moved closer to the head before taking it between her lips.

“I might cum….”

She removed her mouth and shouted, “QUIET!” while pushing against his chest with a single hand. She resumed her mouth work on the head and an inch of the shaft. A moment later, she freed the warm flesh. “Oh baby, this is-s great,” then continued mouthing the cock gradually taking more of it inside.

“I’m going….”

She slapped him on the side of his thigh and continued until he began to unload streams of thick cum that rolled along her tongue. A few fingers wrapped around the base of the shaft and helped milk more until there was none. A soft popping sound rolled between his legs as she let it slip from her lips.

“Yeah-h,” she groaned wiping her lips with the back of her hand. “Damn fine cock you’ve got there. Your cum tastes good too.” She gulped once as she swallowed the last of the cum. “Yeah-h … hope you understand that I’ll want more of that before I let you leave.” She laughed and hopped a few steps back to the opposite counter.

“What … I’m just going to be a sex slave?”

“Would that be so bad … a sex slave for a one-legged chick?” She cupped her hands under her breasts and squeezed them. “I might just insist you eat my pussy too.” She grinned and let the boobs fall free then spread her pussy lips wide and thrust her crotch forward so he could see the pink skin inside. “I know how you will hate having my stump next to this.” She laughed again and let go of her pussy.

“Guess it’s your turn to sit up on the counter,” he whispered as he slid off the granite surface. He lifted her hips as she pushed with her hands against the counter. “There,” he said as he pushed her single knee further to the side. His index finger probed just inside feeling the wetness. The other hand stroked the legless hip. “Wow. Such a fantasy.” A fingertip hooked the clit and pulled it out then circled the nub several times. He leaned forward and sucked it between his lips pressing them tight.

Her hands gripped at the back of his head. “Careful … there … big … guy.” The words gasped from her mouth one at a time. Her fingers wrapped some hair around them as she pressed his face tight against her. “Okay, now go for it,” she roared. “Just had to…. ah, never mind. Just eat me. Make me cum quickly.”

First one, then a second finger vanished inside and began massaging as he continued to suck.

“Oh … baby … yeah-h,” she moaned aloud and repeatedly as she quickly approached the desired orgasm. She felt his free hand cup her legless hip and rub along the faint scars. “Good … good,” she whispered reassuring him that he was doing the right thing to her stump. Her breathing told him she was close and he let his fingertips press against her g-spot. “Easy,” she begged and as he released some of the pressure, she said, “Yeah-h baby … like that.”

Her head fell slowly back, her mouth opened. Her breathing was quite auditable. “Oh god-d … there … there.” Soon she let go of his head and pushed him away. “Getting a little sore,” she teased. “Not used to having someone down there.” She laughed. “I’m not complaining mind you. Give me a moment.”

–

Karen crutched along the empty and darkened sidewalk, her left leg bound with an ACE bandage and the foot pulled tight against her hip with the aid of a heavy elastic girdle. The hem of the black full skirt dangled just past her knees. The single foot wore a black moderately high heal shoe. As she passed the store windows of closed shops, she would pause to watch her reflection and imagine she was truly missing a leg.

She was lost in one of many moments of watching herself when the shop door opened quietly and a woman stepped out onto the sidewalk. After locking the door, the woman turned then noticed Karen gasp and hold a hand to her chest.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” the woman said as she let her eyes scan from Karen’s head to foot, then back.

Karen did the same to the woman and noticed the empty left sleeve of her black lightweight turtleneck sweater. “Your arm?”

“Yeah-h. Your leg?”

“I didn’t expect to see anyone. I sometimes pretend. It would have been obvious if you saw me from behind. I know that sounds sick to a real amputee.”

The woman leaned lightly against the window with the empty sleeve towards Karen. She pulled the bottom of the sweater up enough to reveal the arm hidden beneath. “Ha … fooled you.” She laughed. “I’m just pretending too.” She brushed the bottom of the sweater back down and held a hand out. “I’m Julie. How long have you been pretending?”

“I’m Karen. Oh, I’ve been doing it all my life and for the last five years quite often. Lately, most every night.”

“Are you up for a drink? There’s a dark and quiet bar about a block from here.”

“I think I can keep my foot up for a while longer.”

“I know that feeling. Sucks … huh?”

“Have you pretended to be missing a leg?”

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“There she is girls, and she’s all ours,” Vanessa smiled to the two older women joining her in the hot tub.

I had just stepped out of the house through a sliding glass door and was discarding my robe. I could hear the loud gasp as the three older lesbians got their first look at me in the bathing suit that Vanessa had chosen for me to wear.

It was a shear white one-piece (barely) suit. The suit had two thin straps that held up a bikini-like top attached by a few strands to a thong-like bottom. My ass was in full view. My pussy was barely covered by a shear white, 2×4” triangle. The material in the strong sunlight was so shear that at certain angles it became see-through.

The way the two fiftyish—and over-weight—women stared and gaped made me feel like an object of pure lust. It disgusted me to have these two butch lesbians look me over like a piece of meat, one prepared just to sate their unnatural appetites.

I strode to the hot tub under their glare, feeling naked. Strangely though, I felt my body was also aroused by it all. And I also felt proud, in a strange way, that I was pleasing Vanessa by impressing her mannish friends so much.

As I climbed into the tight quarters of the hot tub, I thought the two homely and squat women’s eyes would bug out. I had to lean over quite a bit getting in and it showed off my breasts in all their glory. My breasts are quite large for my slender frame. As my weight fluctuates even 3-4 pounds, I often find them going from 36C’s to D’s.

In climbing into the tub, I also had to turn from them somewhat. My naked ass—much to my embarrassment—was placed squarely in their faces. They were delighted with this.

Sitting down next to Vanessa, I was face to face with the two older women who had grossed me out so much in the past.

One was Billie Jean. Billie Jean was about 5’5”, squat, probably 175 pounds, with wide hips and a full gut. She wore her hair like a man’s. It was even parted on the side and combed up in the front into a little pompadour. It appeared she wore some kind of gook in it too, like older men do.

Billie Jean was a manager in our IT department. She had given me looks and made eyes at me since I joined the company. I always hated going down to her department because of the ogling and occasional remarks she’d make about me transferring to her department so we could, “work together.” She’d always say it with a smirk, emphasizing the phrase so as to stress its double meaning. Then her eyes would slide down my body in a very sleazy and demeaning way.

She was a true redneck from Alabama where I’m sure alternative lifestyles were not so appreciated. She had served as a sergeant in the women’s army. Coming to the Bay Area was liberation for her and her lustful needs. I had a good idea of what she had in mind for me, if she ever got the chance. I was determined, up until this instant, she never would. In fact, I had always tried to make sure she never saw anything but disgust and disdain from me…until now…in this hot tub…as Vanessa had me parade myself before her…all but naked to her lecherous view.

The other woman was Mi Ling. A somewhat obese, slow-witted, Chinese woman who was new to the U.S., Mi Ling worked for the Janitorial Department. I had seen her many times mopping the cafeteria floors at work. Often, as I’d get on line to be served, I would catch her staring at me. She would seem to just stop in her tracks, cease her mopping, almost frozen in place, and just stare at me. I’d never seen such lust in a woman.

Mi Ling was also extremely butch and man-like. She wore her hair in a crew cut, and wore no make-up, whatsoever. Mi Ling was also quite fat. At about the same height as Billie Jean, she was probably 200 plus pounds.

The Chinese woman’s lustful stares would always give me the chills. As I would walk past her with my meal, she would look me up and down, and especially stare at my breasts. I found it extremely gross. I also feared that someone else would notice the blatant way she was checking me out, and perhaps think there was some feeling or interest in return from me.

I found both Mi Ling and Billie Jean repugnant. And now, here I was, at Vanessa’s command, almost undressed before them, modeling a few strands of nylon that exposed me for their pleasure.

All this ran through my mind. Then I wondered, “So, why then are my nipples stiffening under the gaze of these two homely lesbians?”

Vanessa put her arm around me in a very showy way, to impress the two gnome-ish lesbians that I was her property.

“Billie Jean, Mi Ling, you both know Leasa from the Marketing Department, don’t you?” Vanessa phonily inquired of her homosexual companions.

“Oh yeah, we sure do!” Billie Jean drawled loudly, laughing as she did. Mi Ling’s eyes went to slits as she giggled slightly, definitely getting the joke. They knew me alright, but not as well as they were hoping to get to know me today.

“She’s a beauty, isn’t casino oyna she?” Vanessa asked rhetorically, as she turned my face to hers, cradling it in her large hand, and began kissing me deeply—all for the show of impressing her lesbo comrades.

As Vanessa kissed and tongued me with building passion, I felt her hand begin to cup and squeeze my breast. I could hear Billie Jean gasp in excitement at seeing me—the blonde object of her lust—being pawed so casually by her Jamaican friend. A moment later, Vanessa flipped the thin material down and took my bared breast into her hand as we kissed. To the soft “oohs” and “aahhhs” of our lesbian audience, Vanessa began mauling my tit crudely, exciting these two hungry women to a dangerous degree.

Vanessa’s lips pulled away from mine. She then slid her tongue along my lips, teasing them, seducing them into closing back onto hers. As our lips worked away, I suddenly felt a second hand begin to grasp and manipulate my tit, roughly.

Billie Jean was now playing with my breast and tweaking my nipple, even as Vanessa sought to distract me from these incipient steps of rape with her passionate mouth.

I could feel Billie Jean pinching my nipple and pulling on it, almost as if it were a toy for her lust, mumbling to herself, “Oh wow…Oh, fuckin’ wow…Got her now…right in my hands!”

My feet were also being lifted now. I knew it was Mi Ling across from me. My feet were being spread and placed over her shoulders. I could feel her hands beginning to work away at the strings that tied the bottom of my suit to the top. Soon they were loosened and I felt my bottom thong being pulled off me.

I tried at this point to pull away from Vanessa. I could see what was happening, and I was determined to fight off this invasion of my body with all the strength I had. But Vanessa—to my right—kept pulling my lips to hers, holding my face to hers with her strong hand. And Billie Jean—to my left—held down my arm as she now began sucking and biting on my nipple. Mi Ling had full control of my legs, even as she clamped her lips down on my clitoris, her head fully between my thighs.

I struggled for a minute or two, but they were too strong for me. And so too was the heat that was being stoked throughout my body by these hideous and lecherous older women.

Mi Ling’s tongue expertly worked the lips of my labia and drew moans from me. I couldn’t believe this gargoyle of a woman could give me such exquisite pleasure. I groaned from both pleasure and self-disgust as I could feel myself building toward an orgasm under the constant and steady tonguing Mi Ling was providing.

“Ya got her goin’,” Billie Jean shouted, “Holy shit! Mi Ling ya’ got her goin’!”

I could here Vanessa laugh to the others:

“I told you she was hornier than a toad!”

In the back of my mind, I wanted to strike out at them and run away. But Mi Ling’s tongue was subduing me. To my own horror and shame, I was building to a crescendo and couldn’t resist the Chinese beast between my thighs, feasting on me.

“Aaaaaahhhhhhh…!” I screamed and stiffened, arching my back and thrusting my loins forward into Mi Ling’s ravenous mouth. My thighs locked tightly about her head as I squeezed and lurched through the most powerful cum I had ever had…all at the hands—or better, at the lips and tongue—of this vile, obese janitorial worker.

But I could never deny it later; Mi Ling had now been my lover. Although slow-witted, obese and ugly, she had been a far superior lover to my husband—or to any other man I’d ever had.

After the blazing orgasm slowly subsided, I felt subdued, defeated. As Mi Ling sank back to the other corner of the hot tub, licking her lips and smiling in conquest, Billie Jean now began kissing me and whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

“Darlin’ you’re the best lookin’ woman I ever been with, ya know that,” she whispered as much to herself as me.

Billie Jean sucked on my neck, giving me a bright red hickey. It seemed juvenile for her to be doing this, but it was more her way of branding me. It was something she would be able to see—and point out to others—on Monday, proving I had been hers.

The older woman nibbled on my ear, “Been wantin’ you a long time Lease…ya know that?” she whispered. “You been wantin’ me too, ain’t ‘cha?” she queried.

As we kissed, I nodded, ‘yes’. Why, I have no idea. I’d never wanted her. I detested her. I found her disgusting. But now I was assenting to the insinuation that I had wanted her all along too, just as she had wanted me.

A big, triumphant smile stretched across her homely face, “Yeah, I been knowin’ ya did. Just takes a little time for hoity-toity types like you to come around…but ya’ did, didn’t ‘cha?”

Again, after a long agonizing silence, I nodded my agreement. I felt conquered and defeated now. I was too tired to fight these aggressive, butch dykes any longer.

I was theirs.

Billie Jean left the hot tub to sit slot oyna with Vanessa a few feet away.

I lay my head back, out of the tub, onto the pavement. I heard water stir and then a shadow blocked the sun. Water began dripping onto my face. I opened my eyes to look up at Mi Ling slowly maneuvering herself over me, straddling my face with her cellulite-laden thighs. Her twat was hairy, its lips thick, sagging from her pelvis. Like a nightmare, she began lowering herself onto my face.

“No…please…Oh God, no!” I began to whimper, hoping Vanessa or Billie Jean would come to my rescue. But they just sat in their lounge chairs, stunned, watching Mi Ling straddle my face.

I tried to fend her off by pushing my hands against her thighs, but she was far too heavy. In a moment, my face was buried in the folds of her labia. She ground her hips forward and back, rubbing my face into the warm wetness of her vagina.

I continued to try and resist, but soon realized Mi Ling was not in the mood to take “no” for an answer, not from the young blonde she felt she had already pleasured in just such a way:

“You turn, now…” she whispered, hoarsely.

After struggling for a minute or so longer, I found myself beginning to lick the rotund, bear-like woman.

“Ughhh…Ughhh” she grunted over and again, with each stroke of my tongue.

Soon, I was working my tongue over her moist lips and deep into her now drooling hole, much as I had done for Vanessa a few nights before. Never in my life would I have dreamt I would ever service this horrible beast of a woman. The very woman who had made my skin crawl just weeks before when she’d even look at me.

Now Mi Ling was sitting on my face, using me for her sexual gratification. The other two women watched in stunned silence as Mi Ling continued grinding her cunt into my face, just using me as a tool to get herself off with.

My tongue and lips were now working feverishly on her bulbous clit. Like her, it was thick and fat. I worked it over and over with my tongue, thinking the sooner I could bring this elephantine woman off, the sooner she would stop smothering me with her hairy twat.

As Mi Ling grew more excited, I thought she might kill me, either by smothering me under her flesh or drowning me in the copious secretions that began flowing from her over sized gash.

“AAArrrgggghhhhhh!!!!”

Mi Ling exploded all at once. In the throes of her orgasm, she thrashed about so, that she moved forward and positioned her ass over my face. As the orgasm subsided, she brought her ass slowly down over my face. I fended it off slightly with my hands, but—though I can’t explain why—as she held it there, I spread her cheeks slightly, and let my tongue continue to pleasure her, licking away gently at her anal ring. She grunted again in pleasure, holding her self still for several minutes while I continued.

I will never be able to explain it to myself. But, somehow, I just wanted to give this miserable specimen of a woman as much pleasure as I could. Why? Please, don’t ask. I could never give a coherent answer. I suppose I felt she had taken me, like no man ever had, without asking, without pleading, she just took what she wanted of me, and I had a grudging respect for her strength of will…a strength of will that had subdued mine. Suddenly, the woman in me responded to her strength, and gave up to her what she had rightly won…won by just taking it.

Finally, Mi Ling rose shakily from tub side and staggered over to the other women, then plopped herself into a seat, still breathing heavily.

Billie Jean came back into the tub and sat across from me. She was now totally naked too.

“Come here, Leasa,” she commanded.

I looked groggily over at her thinking, “Aren’t they done with me yet?”

I continued looking over at her for several long seconds, then she reached over, grabbed my hand and pulled me through the water to her. I seemed to glide through the water as if I were flying in a dream.

I landed softly, my thighs straddling her hips. Our faces just inches apart. Then I leaned toward her, planting my lips on hers, initiating our kiss. Our breasts crushed against each others as we hugged passionately. Her hand stroked my hair as we kissed over and over.

Billie Jean whispered, “I love ya’ babe…”

“Me too…” I heard from another voice…one that I knew was mine.

I leaned forward and sucked deeply on her neck. I was determined to brand her as she had me. I worked on giving her a hickey, which she was gladly receiving. Her hands were now under my thighs and stroking back up under my ass. As I continued nursing at her neck, she rubbed my ass cheeks, cupping them with both hands. Billie Jean held me as she would a child (even though I was a good deal taller than her), cupping, stroking, and squeezing my buttocks as she gently rocked me back and forth.

Exhausted, my head lay on her shoulder even as I continued to nurse at her canlı casino siteleri neck. I could hear her whisper triumphantly to Vanessa and Mi Ling—as if speaking of a child in her arms:

“She sure is affectionate now, ain’t she?”

“Ah yes, BJ,” Vanessa replied, “She’s yours now…I told you she was easy.”

“Yeh, she can’t say, ‘no’, huh?” Billie Jean responded.

Then she whispered in my ear, again as if to a babe:

“You just can’t say ‘no’, can ya’ babe?”

I was too weak to argue with them even though I knew that to these old, lesbian hags my silence was seen as nothing less than assent.

“Alright ladies, play time is over,” Vanessa announced, “I have a date to get to tonight. Bring ‘blondie’ up to my bedroom so I can finish with her.”

In short order, I found myself upstairs in Vanessa’s bedroom, spread out on her bed, my arm draped over my eyes. I was exhausted and ashamed of my behavior in the hot tub with the two old lesbians. I wanted to forget.

Vanessa was beautiful naked. Every thing about her was long, sleek, muscular, and black. Her ass jutted out, large and muscular. She was like a panther—stealthy, vicious and dangerous. I was still in some kind of erotic awe of her.

As I lay on the bed, Vanessa strode to her dresser and pulled out a crude object with belts and buckles hanging off it. I made it out to be a grotesquely huge, black phallus. She stood along side the bed and carefully strapped and buckled it on. When she was through she stood before me with this long, ominous projectile jutting from her loins.

Vanessa positioned herself on the bed and knee-walked herself toward me, nudging my thighs roughly apart as she did so. My thighs were now spread widely apart, and between them knelt this Amazon with her enormous, surrogate, black cock.

“Beg me to fuck you, you white slut!”

I was stunned! Vanessa had never spoken like that before. The words had spit from her mouth, vicious and embittered.

“’Nessa, please don’t,” I whimpered.

Slap! Slap! My powerful ebony lover slapped me twice. First with her open hand, then again with the back of her hand.

“Don’t make me bitch-slap you again, Leasa,” she spat, “Now, beg!”

I was frightened. No man had ever done that to me before. No man would have dared.

Slap! Slap! Before I could even respond, Vanessa dealt me another ‘bitch-slapping’.

“Please Vanessa, don’t…” I whined.

“Then beg—or you get more, you white tramp!”

“Alright…” I surrendered, “Please…fuck me.”

“That sounded unconvincing,” Vanessa insisted, “Convince me—or I swear, I’ll take a belt to you if I have to!”

I was now very frightened. I had never been treated so roughly. Most men I’d ever known worshipped me. They wanted only to please me. Now I was in the presence of a woman far more powerful than any man I’d ever known. She was too strong, too dominant, for me…I did what I felt I had to…

“Please baby, fuck me!” I shouted.

“More,” the dominant Jamaican woman demanded.

“Please Vanessa, fuck me…make me your whore…oh baby, make me your white whore!”

I could see I was pleasing her, so I continued:

“Oh baby, make me your slut…I just want to be your white slut…please baby, fuck me…break me open…I want you to own me!”

I had no ideas where these words were coming from…but I was responding to them too. My body was hot now, hot and wet, for this gorgeous creature to penetrate—to penetrate hard, fast, and repeatedly.

Vanessa was also aroused by my exhortations. She began working the huge bulbous head of the surrogate, black dick into the folds of my pussy lips. I was extremely wet by now and slowly she worked the huge object into me. Soon she was laying herself on top of me, her fantastic, powerful hips now pumping the long, mahogany cylinder into my juicy womb.

“Ummph…Ummph,” I grunted with each painful invasion of the oversized weapon. But her rhythmic penetration of my inner loins began to incite an incredible heat through my entire body and mind.

“Ohhh…Ohhh, “ I was soon moaning aloud…very ‘aloud’! I could hear the two aging dykes downstairs giggling as they listened to their ebony companion ride her blonde mare, breaking her in as a soon-to-be domesticated beast of burden for the entire Bay Area lesbian community.

“Ohhh God! Ohhh God! Vanessa, fuck me hard…make me yours…make me your slave…I’m just your slave, darling,” I began moaning aloud, while wrapping my legs around her piston-like hips.

I wanted Vanessa to take me, own me, use me…whatever made her happy. This black queen was giving me such tremendous pleasure that I just wanted to be with her forever, to be hers forever. I never really would consider a man again. Vanessa was now changing that forever, with each incredible thrust of her hips.

All I could think at this point was to wish that somehow, through some freak of nature, this incredible female could give me a child. I wanted more than anything that this could be her dick that was now invading the inner-most depths of my womb, and that she could now be impregnating me with her magnificent essence—her child.

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“It’s after midnight, happy birthday.” The new woman grinned and straightened back up. Her hair, which was long and blond with darkening brown at the roots, rested in front of her shoulders and down to cover her modest chest. She was a sight in her loose fitting black peasant blouse and flowing patchwork skirt. “And I want you to meet my husband, B- er, Harry. He’s brought you the icing to this cake you’re baking here.”

‘Harry’ was a tall man, also familiar. He was a bouncer at the club downstairs. “Hey Sam,” the woman added to man number four still lounging after his first adventure with girly.

“Hey, Meg.” He replied and nodded to his coworker without rising from his chair. Girly watched the woman Meg’s movements a little speechlessly as the woman took Harry’s hand. She led her husband to where he could see better, and then Meg proceeded to undo his belt. Harry was the tallest man in the room and had large arms – that caught her attention while Meg was untucking his collared shirt which bore the name of the night club below.

Her grip on Dave’s penis became firm as she watched the older woman stripping her own husband, presenting him to her. Dave had settled on kissing her breasts. Not to be ignored, the tight filling her ass was receiving, which had been dependant on her lubrication, had run dry. Now a burning rubbing was setting in. At that sensation her anus started to try to involuntarily tighten. This slowed Dan a bit and his strokes started to feel like little pinches to her asshole. “Aha Aha, Ah!” She declared looking back and trying to see her rear. Dan wasn’t sure what to do or if something was wrong, but he felt something needed to change and he, too felt the friction on his penis. At first just heated, now he felt chafing and to try and maybe finish he sped up his pace.

Yeah, this was getting raw and started to hurt which she announced with a prolonged, “Uh-oooowwww,” staccato accentuated by the quickened beats of Dan’s fuck. She unhanded Dave’s dick to hold herself on both hands and figure out what to do to get this job done. She made a decision equally as odd as Dan’s burning and pinching strokes. She allowed her ass to bounce her onto and off of him more forcefully, deeper, harder and more painfully and with a pained “Ah, Ow Ow,” at the bottom of each stroke. Five times her ass came down on him hard enough to clap aloud and then he vanished. He exited so fast she tried to clamp down on him one more time. She was still trying to deal with the burning of her ass while he stood up on the bed. He was still behind her and he pulled her to kneeling upright. Her back rested on his legs as he started to hand-jerk his member at her hair.

Still figuring out what was happening, but relieved that her ass was no longer being raw assaulted she lolled her head near him as his load started to shoot. The thickest, oozy part of his cum landed atop her head landed atop her head and stayed unsoaking outside her hair. She lolled her head back forward and let herself land on her hands with her face pointing down. The unabsorbed portion of the latest deposit to her hair slid stickily off her hair and down to her forehead where it dropped to inside of her glasses – pooling. She sighed, looked up and realized Dave was still there facing her with his own penis in his hand and ready to go by the sounds of his breathing. His cum, meant for her hair, shot across her glasses and her eyebrow. She closed her eyes and just let the two loads, one inside her glasses and the other outside, just drip a moment. Some ran to her lip and so she blew at this annoyance. “Excuse me, kind sir, could you please remove my glasses and place them on the dresser?” She couldn’t see that Dave had already stepped back and that Meg had stepped up.

The woman obligingly took off the smudgy, goopy glasses and carefully folded them to place them on the dresser nearby. Getting a look at the girly’s face and hair she observed, “Wow, you have been busy,” she leaned close to her face and added, “Let me get that for you.” Meg proceeded to kiss and lick off the thicker areas of cum that had settled or been shot there. Meg’s licks had cleaned off her forehead, eyebrow and lid before girly felt she could open her eyes. Then a final two cleaning kisses fell above and then on her lips. “Mmm, those were… maybe three different men’s flavors. Your cake is getting pretty well iced.” She said and placed another kiss, French, on girly. The woman’s firm tongue imparted a still fresh taste of gluey, salty semen.

“So, apparently your name is Meg?” she was answered with a nod and a smile, “Apparently that’s me too…”

“But it’s Danielle,”

“And Tawny,”

“And Jenny.” Others offered from around the room, and then the voices joined together for a round of chuckles. Firm hands on her hips raised her rear from sitting over her feet and she was back on all fours again.

“And now I hear you’re Valerie,” said ‘Harry’ kneeling behind her on the bed.

“Valerie,” Meg said, “fuck my husband. casino siteleri I think you’ll like it.” She leaned in to kiss the younger girl again, and slid a hand through to one of the gravid boobs below. Harry placed his cock head at the younger girl’s increasingly public private entrance and slowly, but with a noticeable wet sound, pressed It inside. It was a firm wide one-way trip of at least eight inches she had to guess. She closed her eyes and relaxed to receive it. She had no way to estimate his girth having never taken one this wide before. Thank goodness he ad the patience to introduce that equipment slowly. Thank goodness she tended towards a wide pussy and had built up a lot of moisture because he didn’t stop his entrance trip until he had pressed, pressed his wide unit to maximum penetration. There he continued to press tightly, firmly into her vagina, from the back, just like that. He did not release his deep pressure, nor even move back to start fucking, but leaned forward to take her breasts with his strong hands. He held her breast from the rear as if to maintain his depth while Meg unhurriedly stripped off her skirt. She allowed that to billow to the ground revealing multicolored striped panties that simply thonged up the back. Next those came down, too. A well shaved pussy loomed close and, as Meg propped her left foot on the bed, our girly could see the long slim labia part ever so slightly. “And I want to see what you can do with one of these, please.”

Lips parted and a shy tongue reached up ever so slightly, eyes closed she reached, reached. Her timid tongue had barely tapped Meg’s waiting clitoris when Meg nodded to her man and whispered “Go.”

Upon that signal the dutiful man reared back mightily, almost all of his length. Emptiness, a suction left in its departing wake and a noticeable vacuuming gasp was heard from her pussy. No time to think about it, though, as he slid in right to the hilt again, and out, and in, and out – already gaining speed. A gulp and a moan escaped her mouth and a look of shock and concern crossed her face. No one really saw that as the pushes quickly buried her face in Meg’s pussy. Girly regained her composure and tried to steady herself to the onslaught of pushing and pulling that drew at her from within.

She craned her neck to the task presented above her, that of whetting Meg’s waiting pussy. She started at the front and flicked the clit a few times bringing Meg’s sigh and blissful look towards the ceiling. Tom and Joe arose and approached the bed, and Meg addressed the latter by his real name again, “Hey Sam, can you help me with this?” He saw her indicate her sleeves so he stepped up and gathered the loose black blouse from the bottom. He raised it up high while she raised her arms and was freed of the top altogether. She moaned as the tongue at work below took to sliding back and forth the length of her slot with each powerful thrust.

For girly’s sensation it was filling, it was forceful, it was all powerful, but it was not harsh or painful. The man seemed to know his stuff as, without slapping or ramming her most sensitive areas, he exactingly pushed his member home to his depth and halted. His was a gush of fullness and a whoosh of emptiness; as firm and strong as it was considerate and effective. Effective and appreciated, since her orgasm, raging in the background for a long time now, was siphoned forth with each outstroke. While she tongue stroked Meg’s slot her rush hovered like some animal waiting for its opportunity. Then it seized her. She pressed her face deeply into Meg’s pussy. She pressed her full face against all of Meg’s twat, groin and thigh as she could and screamed behind closed lips. The upright woman had to steady herself on Joe/Sam’s bare shoulder from the push. She looked down at the bare back and mane of cummy hair, all she could see really of the young woman moaning directly into her vagina. Meg caught her husband’s eye and blew out through pursed lips then mouthed, “Wow.” He finally released his hold on girly’s large breasts and used his hands to point to where he was filling the pussy with his penis. With his hands he made shape like a circle and mouthed, “Big.” They nodded to each other and the deep fucking went on.

Meg looked over her shoulder to Joe and gestured with a thumb over her shoulder to her bra clasps. He dutifully undid the strap and led it around to the front where he personally freed the two borderline B-C cup breasts that adorned the slim frame. Meg leaned forward over girly’s form to stroke her large breasts and let the bra side down her arms to just drape over the soft-skinned back. Joe leaned in, too to continue cupping Meg’s breasts and kneaded her nipples to hardness. The tongue of the younger had taken to darting just inside the teasing edge of Meg’s inner opening, and this brought three deep, deep breaths. Joe stepped back and let the sharpened nipples lower to tap the rocking girl’s back.

“See,” Meg wiggled a little and shuddered from a mini-orgasm, “my slot oyna man’s dick is just what a big pussy like yours needs. You like?” The reply was a wet ‘uh huh’ and a nod. She’d found Meg’s moisture flowing after that mini-orgasm and… and she liked it. It had a light taste and she wanted more. Meg, then reached back though, found the hand of Tom and pulled him close to her backside. She pulled his hand to her chest and coaxed his fingers to her tits. Her other hand found its way back to Tome’s cock which jumped from amused to attentive. She looked across to her husband who nodded, so she brought the penis in her hand to her rear, past her firm pout of an ass and up to her pussy from the back. She leaned over girly again and allowed Tom’s cock to insinuate itself between the offered pussy entrance and the 23 year old who’s licking had picked up intensity again. She let the lower girl’s tongue moisten the head while she was trying to lap up pleasant flowing waters. “OK, OK, she said to the eager girl, and she now moved the dick in her hand to head-into her own hole. In three, four, five strokes he fully inserted himself. The woman took it in stride, and seemed to almost not notice as she instructed, “You just go ahead and fuck my husband, and now you’d better cum again.”

Already her second orgasm had been approaching and, as if on command, she cried out right after with an “Ah-huh!” Not quite it, but almost it, the constant pulsing pulled it, pulled it, pulled it, and as it approached she again articulated that indeed, “Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah.” She moaned with increasing volume open-mouthed. To bring it over the threshold she tried a bold move. She leaned forward and sideways out from under Meg’s direct weight, and then threw herself back to sit into Harry’s upswing. A single slap of her rear on his pelvis sounded and her second orgasm exploded like orange light and a hiss sizzled through her clenched teeth as she took the sting of her pussy’s orgasmic convulsion on his wide cock. The rest of her shuddered two more times and she collapsed forward onto her arms pinning them under her breasts. Harry’s thrusting had stopped, but now his penis, which still pierced her moving vagina, responded with it’s own up welling. Her pussy’s greedy grasping pushed him over the edge.

Though in the early stages of a fucking herself, Meg could see her husband’s reactions and declared, “I want it,” and then at the top of each of Tom’s thrusts, “Gimme, gimme, gimme! Gimme my man’s cum now, you pussy.” Harry dutifully angled over to his wife dutifully. His wife’s eager mouth engulfed his head and surprisingly much of his shaft. The sight of that caused the other’s jaws to drop.

Joe, who’s name is Sam, climbed deftly onto the bed and positioned himself at girly’s upthrust ass. He immediately, but too easily inserted his cock, and watched with awe as her gapped pussy closed itself willfully to his cock. The bartender eagerly began a steady fuck of the aloft pussy left for him. Harry’s gyrating hips told of how he was filling his wife’s mouth with a stream of fluid of his own. She still had not had a good taste of our heroine’s gooey cunt and thought of how she’d like that, too. She still casually and coolly took the fucking offered her own twat from behind. Panting a little bit to the action Joe was applying to her and seeing how evenly Meg was able to stand up to her own pounding told the younger woman that she was in the presence of a master, or perhaps a mistress. This Meg was certainly in charge of somethings.

“Darling,” Meg addressed her husband, “could you bring our good host in and maybe take the door a moment?” Harry nodded. “Oh and bring the tube from my coat pocket.” He fetched his clothes from the corner, but didn’t hesitate to put them on before moving to the other room. “Oh Sam,” Meg said with her constant calm demeanor.

“Yes Meg?” Joe replied without a pause in his quick strokes, “May I?” he asked with a hopeful tone and look.

“Maybe, if you do well over there. I need you to be sure that you fuck birthday girl soundly. We need her cumming often for what’s next. If you give her a couple of good ones and remember where to put your mess when you’re done, OK!”

“Yes, will do!” Joe replied and showed his enthusiastic compliance by adding a bit more force to his strokes. Each stroke now brought a slap sound and a ripple across her rear.

With the first smacky note she felt it build again, swelling within and now, knowing from the marching orders issued that the backing off her orgasms was over. She let it come, or cum, as it were. Now with each pulse of her growing explosion her excited vagina responded in the way she had trained it. Sam’s thrusts were now met with a clench of her ring of sexual musculature. Thrust to clench, thrust to clench, and each time her own thrill and heat grew.

The fourth man, Dan, reentered the bedroom with a wash cloth he’d been using to clean his member and the first man, Dave, exited having partly dressed. A knock beckoned from the canlı casino siteleri outer door. Just then enough people had moved around so that girly could see that the man of her real desire, the man that she really longed for was in the room and at the end of the bed. He moved to Meg’s side to face the still doggy-positioned woman as she spoke. “I’m doing it, I’m taking it. Am I a good trooper, am I evened up?” She couldn’t hold off for conversation, though. As if in answer to her he held out his hand and gently cupped her chin with two fingers and at that moment she came. It seemed little at first, but its third and fourth pulses brought her face down to his hand as she whinnied and gasped. When she recovered she could look up at his face and kissed his palm twice. They smiled at each other.

Her spasming pussy was almost too much for Joe and, wishing to follow the orders offered at the promise of some future reward he exited rather than succumb to the pressure. He immediately, though, placed two fingers within the sopping wet hole that he’d been working so hard. With his free thumb he pressed at her swollen clit and rolled over it with each time his fingers slid in.

Harry re-entered to toss something on the bed and returned to the front room.

“I can’t believe you tried a dry butt fucking with a stranger, but we’ll get that rectified.” Meg said, then leaned back to Tom, still working away in Meg’s pussy, and she whispered over her shoulder to him. He replied with a very breathy yes. It sounded like he was about to cum. “Mmm, sorry I’ll miss it, but you know what to do, right?” A nod and Tom stepped back breathing even harder. Meg’s propped foot came off the bed, and with both hands she gently took girly’s face while Tom walked around to take aim. She knew what was coming and closed her eyes in time for Tom’s shot to the side of her head. He drew closer and placed his throbbing penis on her mat of hair on the left side which seemed to have gotten the most treatments so far. His next several throbs brought more milky wads slowly but directly to her locks where some of the cum from earlier had already caked into dried crusts. While Tom came she closed her eyes and held her breath. Joe worked her pussy still, but had added a third finger; now he through maybe it was time for a fourth…

When she felt Tom tap her face twice with his dick she thought maybe he was done, but kept her eyes shut a moment longer, but with Joe slipping his pinky finger in with his others holding her breath was no longer an option. When she felt Tom move away she opened her eyes and immediately me the sight of Meg unzipping a pair of pants right in front of her. His shirt had already been d’offed, his belt unbuckled. Her mouth opened a little bit, and Meg must have seen the reaction because she chuckled. There were new voices in the living room and… it seemed more than she could count. ‘Oh… my… god.’ Still her next orgasm approached, calling from a distance.

She watched wide-eyed as Meg’s hand slipped into the pants, into the underwear, and was just finding something to grasp when the older woman turned to block her view with he nicely toned posterior. Well, she could figure out what was going to be going on anyways.

Joe on the other end was replacing his four finger technique with one of rolling his knuckles and thumb all inside. He was able to get all his fingers in and all the knuckles, but had not pushed past that point, yet. He really concentrate on getting his thumb down into his palm and kept pushing his knuckles in and out, once, twice, three times until he rolled his whole hand in at once. He was fisting, “Wow,” he quietly breathed. He was close and looked amused as her vagina took him to the wrist and greedily tightened to him like a watchband. She climaxed for the fourth time this night while his wrist bones rubbed past her opening. The tightening on his wrist was the clenching that accompanied her strong waves of warm ecstasy. She had five long pulses of power course through her and five times she grabbed his wrist with her pussy. In this time Joe moved his fist around in tight circles inside her. He didn’t know how much experience she had with fisting, but he was caught in the moment. This was a new thrill for him and he tried one more thing, one more push to new depths – literally. He pushed firmly, but not quickly, pushed. He felt her weight change and looked to see her drop her head to the bed, he couldn’t see that she had gripped the sheets at this new sensation. She was still on the fading end of her orgasm, and could tell what he was doing, but she wasn’t sure if this was good. She wasn’t hurting, but still there was so much pressure, so full. Then it stopped.

Joe had decided that pushing his fist into girly wasn’t getting him any closer to his climax, and may not be getting him any closer to Meg, so he slipped his hand carefully out, unrolling his fingers. Her pussy produced a sloppy slipping sound from the trapped moisture of her cumming, and again a tiny sound as her hole closed behind him. He rearranged to insert his medium attentive member, a little limp from non-use. Her pressure to tighten up resisted his reentry, but he firmed up quickly with contact with her warm moisture.

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In the picturesque county of Worcestershire, we have some really quaint villages and country inns and it was in one of these that I met Billy: Billy is certainly a character, rather roguish at times, generous with has money but always a real gent, however deep down I got the impression that there was more to him than what he was prepared to reveal. It took several weeks and some pretty heavy hangovers to get him to open up about his beginnings, as an apprentice mechanic/chauffeur for a well known luxury brand working out of London’s Mayfair. Below I’ve tried to replicate how a chance meeting changed his life.

I needn’t add that all persons mentioned here were 18 or over.

*****

Even from an early age I knew I was different from the other boys and by the time I was 20 years old I was fairly open about being gay. Now coming from a strict family this didn’t fair well with my family so as soon as I started to earn a decent wage my bastard of a father kicked me out.

At that time I was about 5’10, fairly muscular with a good athletic figure; I wasn’t into body building for working with the limo’s kept me fit and agile. Being gay I had had my share of young gentlemen but it had always been my fantasy to fuck an older man. I had tried but I always seemed to chicken-out (much to my detriment for the upper class gents didn’t take kindly to a ‘prick-teaser’,) however as soon as I met Gerald knew he was the one for me, for we seemed to develop a certain rapport, you know the kind, full of innuendoes and the like. Now Gerald would have been in his early fifties then, of substantial means and from certain angles looked a bit like Gregory Peck.

Following a week of trying to satisfy a few toffs (derogatory term for someone with an aristocratic background, belonging to the landed gentry or particularly those who exudes an air of superiority) somehow or other I had managed to swing it so Gerald’s car was my last delivery of the day, so following a rather lengthy shower I changed, slapped on some aftershave then drove his limo into the heights of Hampstead; his house or should I call it his residence was situated on Telegraph Hill, then as it is today a very classy or sophisticated suburb of London: I rang the bell and waited. Expecting a butler or maid to answer the door you can imagine my surprised when Gerald opened the door wearing what looked to be suit trousers and a white shirt.

“Evening Sir, can I get you to sign for the return of your vehicle,” I said dead formal like as I handed over the delivery document.

“Every thing in good working order” Gerald asked; as I looked up my pen rolled off the pad and landed at his feet.

“Sorry…allow me” I said crouching to retrieve the pen, as I bent down I noticed a rather large bulge in his trousers.

He grunted as he began signing the receipt then, with a slight smile he quickly quipped, “Nice bum, not a bad body too…I might add.” I’m sure I must have blushed slightly and for a moment I didn’t know what to say. He handed back the pen and pad. The momentary tingle that I felt when I noticed his package was now returning with vengeance.

Taking a chance I uttered “Is it?” His smile grew wider as I stepped closer before turning around. A hand palmed a cheek then gave a little squeeze, his other hand then slipped round and grabbed my rapidly hardening cock.

“Why don’t you come in and close the door behind you,” mumbled Gerald close to my ear.

Taking up on his offer I turned and followed his instructions. Soon we stood face to face in his hallway, each glancing down to the bulges in our trousers.

“Would you like to play with it?” He asked with a chuckle. “You’re beautiful Billy…you know that don’t you?”

“No Sir…but thank you for saying,” I stammered as I looked into his eyes. ‘Was that lust, was it desire, was it want or was it nothing that I saw there?’

“I think I’ve fallen in love with you,” he said with an unexpected and unusual hoarseness to his voice.

“I’ve never done this before,” I said in a stuttering whisper.

Wonderfully, but still not obvious with his intentions, Gerald leaned forward and cuddled me. It was lovely and in my aroused state very sexual. I have no idea how it happened or who prompted it or even if either of us did, but somehow our lips touched. Just a brief brushing together at first, but almost immediately it became a kiss, a real kiss, a lip to lip kiss. It didn’t last long, it was not with open mouths, we didn’t suck on the other’s lips nor did we use our tongues at all. But it was without a shadow of a doubt a real kiss and one that lovers give to each other.

‘He is interested, he does want me,’ crashed through my mind as I wondered whether I could go further and then, as a shudder went through me, I thought. ‘How far could I go? For I knew what was now expected from me but did I have the savvy to continue’

Our lips parted. I felt disappointed, but said nothing as he looked away from me, although fortunately, did not move. I knew then that I would have to push things further.

He casino siteleri mumbled something.

“Sorry Sir, what was that?”

He didn’t look at me, but said very quietly. “I am sorry Billy.”

“Sorry…sorry what ever for,” I queried

“I shouldn’t have done that, but you look so beautiful and I love you so much.”

Hardly able to stop my hand from shaking and so worried that I might have got it all wrong, I reached out for his wrist. Gripping it lightly, I paused for a moment as I plucked up my courage and then thought. ‘Go for it.’

I crouched in front of him before undoing his buckle and zip. Having pulled down his trousers I reached out, gently stroked his shaft then reached in only to find a damp patch on his boxers where his precum had soaked through. I continued to rub his cock through his boxers, I was sure that I had never felt anything so thick. I dropped onto my knees and sat back on my heels.

“Can I see it Sir?” I asked playfully.

He chuckled and slowly unveiled his cock. I looked at it for a moment with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

“You can touch it and for christ sake stop calling me Sir” He uttered.

“Sorry Sir, force of habit…May I,” I replied gleefully. It was about 8 inches in length, drooling precum, its foreskin was slightly pulled back exposing a shiny deep purple dome; his cock was thick, very thick and covered with bulging blood vessels, one could say it was gnarled but to me it was beautiful. I raised myself off my heels and lent forward until my mouth was an inch or two from the head of his semi erect cock. As he began to unbutton his shirt I first blew softly across its tip, causing Gerald to squirm. Holding his erection securely, I stuck out my tongue and began to lap up the precum from its tip. His cock twitched and continued to grow upwards. My mouth was now salty from the precum and I was salivating at the thought of trying to take his cock deep into my throat, but I held back. I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock until it was almost fully erect, occasionally stopping to tickle the tip, then I dropped back onto my heels.

“Can we go somewhere more comfortable?” I inquired.

“Follow me,” he replied first kicking off his slippers and trousers; he then led me through the house losing his shirt and boxers somewhere on the way and into his bedroom where he sat totally naked on the bed. I made to kneel in front of him but he stopped me. “I want to see what you’re hiding under those jeans,” he said. I stood in front of him and unbuttoned, then teasingly turned away and slowly slid my jeans to the floor.

“Now stop your teasing and come here, I want to feel your cute mouth around my cock again.”

Now I knelt between his legs, bent over, grasped his thick cock with one hand, his balls with the other and lowered my lips over the glistening head. He moaned as I slowly worked myself lower and lower. With each trip up and down his length, his cock became increasing engorged and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I would get to taste him. He had a hand resting on my bum before squeezing and teasing or tracing my crack through my boxers. My hole was itching to be filled but I wasn’t sure if I could fit him in. He seemed to sense what I wanted and slipped his hand inside my boxers and began to gently caress and tease my tight hole. I moaned and thrust my mouth deep onto him, staying with his cock in my throat for as long as possible before surfacing.

“Stop!” he bellowed pulling at my head, “You’re going to make me cum and I’m not finished with you yet.”

Looking him directly in the eye, I took hold of my shirt with both hands and in one movement pulled it up, over my head and threw it into some distant corner of his bedroom.

His eyes inevitably went straight to my naked chest and my horrendously swollen nipples. Soon he reached out and rested his hands against my breast.

“Oh Billy, they’re lovely,” he exclaimed as he expertly pinched and pulled my rock hard nipples. ‘God how I loved to have my nipples squeezed.’

“You like?” I whispered as I kissed him again and he reciprocated just as he had done before. With his hands on the back of my head I moved and kissed each nipple, I could not stop my hand plunging towards his gorgeously swollen erection, as I ran my fingers up and down its length; I then looked up at him as I expressed my excitement.

It was not just the sensation on my hand or the feelings it sent through, but also the look on Gerald’s face. One of part arousal, part pleasure, part thanks, part desire and part affection: I had never seen such a look before and I realised that what summed up those looks and made them a whole was love. Gerald was looking at me with love on his face and I knew in his heart as well. As I gently stroked his cock we looked at each other I was hoping that he was seeing the same look on my face as that was precisely what I felt for him. Complete and total, unmitigated and full love for him; I felt so close to him and wanted to give him so much pleasure from slot oyna me and my body. I kissed his tummy then ran my tongue down a so that it touched the tip of his cock.

So as I licked the tip of Gerald’s cock I just hoped he was correct. The jerk of his body and the low moan that came from his mouth told me that indeed he did. That boosted my confidence and holding his warm, hard thickness I licked along its length, from the very tip to right where it goes into his balls.

Pumping my mouth up and down its length I was gratified to hear him sighing and saying how wonderful it was. I cupped his balls in my hand that was not holding his erection and gently squeezed them. I think it must have been good for him too for he gripped my head with both hands as if he wanted to sink himself further and further in my mouth. I speeded up the pace of plunging my mouth up and down him and felt his cock, if anything, getting harder. I guessed that he was near to cumming and whilst I would have gladly let him cum into my mouth, I was a little relieved when he pulled himself out.

“STOP!…You have to stop Billy.”

He stood up then directed me to get on my hands and knees on the bed before positioning himself behind me, pushing my shoulders down and forcing my bum into the air. He pulled down my boxers just enough to see his conquest, my winking orifice. He parted my cheeks, lowered his mouth to my ass and began to wet my hole with his tongue. My cock pulsed with anticipation for I wanted his big cock inside me.

“Let me get some lube.”

I nodded and relaxed a bit for I was scared, fucking scared but I wanted it. I wanted his cock up my ass. I didn’t really care if it hurt, I was hot and I wanted it bad. I could hear him muttering away as he rattled some stuff around in his bedside cabinet then he was back, lifting me whilst putting some pillows under my belly. Behind me he was rubbing my back low down, just above my ass, where it really feels good.

I felt his hand between my legs and spread my knees while he stroked my back, then the cheeks of my ass. He moved on to my anus—OK, I stiffened just a little—and I could feel the tip of a wet finger circling my anus. Because it felt good and trying to relax I moved my hips, then it slipped into me, I felt it going in then felt it moving and rotating as he tried to loosen my up. A few minutes later I was moaning, and then there were two fingers, and three, it felt fantastic.

“I’m going to lube you…” he whispered, and I felt something cold and solid press against my anus. I stiffened again; Gerald whispered, “It’s OK…its only lube so just relax…”

I tried, and eventually I did relax. The lube wasn’t so cold any more, just cool as it circled my opening. Then, gently, the lube was pressed into my ass followed by a finger, this went deeper warming my insides; it was a strange feeling my anal opening was cold yet my anal canal felt warm. After a few more twists and turns Gerald removed his finger then shuffled closer until his cock was poking at my anus. I braced myself. “Relax,” he said. “It’s OK…just relax.” I tried, and a moment later I felt his cock pressing into me.

I knew it was his cock for it was too soft to be a finger, and it was warm and… oh God, it didn’t hurt not exactly, but it stretched my sphincter and then FUCK it did hurt, for the head just popped in and its shaft wasn’t long following but still big enough to really stretch me. FUCK

I heard myself whimpering and Gerald saying, “It’s OK…I’m taking it easy…I’ll go slowly,” but I wasn’t whimpering from the pain. I didn’t mind that, really I didn’t. It was the incredible feeling of his cock the cock of an older man finally sliding into my ass and filling me up, boy was it filling me up. I was full of cock, like when his cock was in my mouth, but somehow different.

Then it was all the way in. The hairs on Gerald’s belly were pressing against my ass and his cock was all…the…way…in…in my ass…in my bowels. I was full. It felt like needing to go to for a shit, but I wanted it in me so I pressed back.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck this feels so good!” I kept saying

“Your ass is so tight!” he said.

He began pounding into me, pushing my whole body forward with each thrust. My anal ring clenched onto his cock as he pulled out, trying to keep it inside of me. He pulled all the way out of my ass and then lined the tip back up to my hole and pushed forward until he was buried inside me with one thrust. He did it again, and again, and again, each time his cock hitting my prostate, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

I was loving this so much. I loved feeling his bare skin slide along my anal canal. I loved feeling each vein in his cock as it passed over my ring. I loved feeling his tip hit my prostate. I loved how his long cock felt like it was going to push into my stomach and how much he stretched my ass open.

He pulled out again. Slamming into me again. The pleasure was finally too much for me. Three strokes later I came like I’d never cum before. Indescribable. canlı casino siteleri Shattering. My whole body was involved, with pulses of pleasure stemming out from nowhere; I hadn’t yet touched my cock, but my cock was spewing cum onto the bed in heavy spurts. I was cumming harder than I ever had before

“Oh, God, yes!” Gerald yelled. “I can feel your ass clamping down on my cock! I’m gonna cum soon! I’m gonna cum deep in your fucking ass… is this what you wanted?”

I was whimpering, moaning, and grunting and my orgasm was at its height and I hoped his was too, except I wanted this to last forever and then oh shit, Gerald made a sound halfway between a grunt and a scream, and I finally felt his warm and pulsing cock spasm then shoot load after load deep into my bowels. Bent over my back and holding me in his arms he stood there letting his unprotected cock spill his seed into my rectum

“You seemed to like that?” He panted. I glanced back over my shoulder and smiled.

“Yes,” I sighed, “You can fuck me like that anytime again.” Gently with his cock still deep in my ass he rocked back and forth before pulling back. I wanted more. “Keep your cock in there,” I panted. I reached back, took hold of his bum and pulled it towards me.

We stayed like that for some time with him inside me. Eventually Gerald’s softened cock plopped out of my ass, I looked into his eyes and said, “Thank you, thank you, thank you so much,” I gabbled as his cum leaked out of my ass and ran down my thighs

“Don’t be silly Billy, don’t thank me, don’t ever thank me for making love to you.”

“We will do it again then?” I asked.

“If that is what you want Billy,” replied Gerald as he made his way towards the bathroom, returning a few minutes later with a couple of warm washcloths.

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“Oh Billy,” he groaned as we lay side by side.

Looking at him, I saw that he had closed his eyes and wondered what they meant and was concerned that he would pull away. It was as though he was having an argument with himself about what he should do. “Yes Gerald, what?”

“Billy I love you so much, you do know that don’t you?”

“Yes Gerald, yes I do and I love you too.”

“Billy this can be so much more than sex you do realise that don’t you?” He said very quietly.

“Yes, of course.”

Then we kissed again. Once more it just seemed to happen, but wonderfully our lips merged together. The conversation and the kiss seemed to help him make up his mind. I felt his body lose the tightness I had noticed as I lay beside him, but more importantly, I felt his fingers glide towards my cock, I slid my arm round his neck and increased the intensity of our kiss.

His fingers squeezed my cock. It was like an electric shock and sent a strong shudder through me. I grunted , which, I think caused him to break the kiss. He moved away and just looked at me. I stared back at him as he slid his fingers into me.

A couple of guys had done this to me before, but none in the way he was doing it. Gerald watched my reaction as he slid his fingers in and almost out of me and, by pulling up on my anus encouraged me to pull my legs up and spread them apart. To feel myself being finger fucked was a fascination in itself, but to watch him doing it was simply amazing. I smiled at him and raised my ass higher as I revelled in the multitude of glorious sensations and emotions roaring through me. I couldn’t help keep thinking. ‘We are going to do it, yes, my Gerald is going to fuck me again.’

For some reason, although I thought I had done plenty to tell him how available I was, it seemed as though I had to continue making the running, to be the one who initiated things and to be the seducer. Perhaps, I rationalised, he needs that to assuage the guilt and doubt he might have about what we were doing after all compared to him I was still a boy. So if that was the case then so be it, I thought pushing his hand away and kneeling beside him.

“Gerald this is wonderful,” I breathed into his ear.

“Yes Billy, yes it is,” he groaned back as suddenly, I realised what I had to do next.

I reached down and gently but firmly moved his hand away from my cock. Looking him directly in the eye, I took hold of his gorgeously swollen erection as I ran my fingers up and down its length, I then looked up at him as I closed them round it.

The jerk of his body and the low moan that came from his mouth told me that indeed he did. That boosted my confidence and holding his warm, hard thickness I licked along its length, from the very tip to right where it goes into his balls.

Pumping my mouth up and down its length I was gratified to hear him sighing and saying how wonderful it was. I cupped his balls in my hand that was not holding his erection and gently squeezed them was so good. I think it must have been for him too for he gripped my head with both hands as if he wanted to sink himself further and further in my mouth. I speeded up the pace of plunging my mouth up and down him and felt his cock, if anything, getting harder. Soon the ‘gulk, gulk, gulk’ of my deepening thrusts filled the room, I sensed that he was near to cumming and whilst I would have gladly let him cum into my mouth, I was a little relieved when he pulled my head away.

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Lucy sighed as she rolled onto her back, deviating her gaze from this month’s issue of Cosmo to the white ceiling above her. She let out a deep sigh and let the magazine slip from her hand and onto the floor. She found herself absent-mindedly playing with the waistband of her pale pink cotton panties, soon after realizing that her eyes had moved from the ceiling to a bulletin board on the plain white walls surrounding her, where she saw a familiar picture of her parents that she had pinned on months ago. She began to assess her life at its current moment.

Since Lucy had moved away for university this past September, she quickly came to the realization that growing up under the watchful eye of her parents was her downfall. They weren’t strict per se, but they were both devout Catholics and certain standards and unspoken rules were enforced in their household. Simple things; like curfews, girls-only sleepovers and any boyfriend she had always had to meet her father’s standards. She wasn’t a prude or anything, but upon her reflection, it seemed that her parent’s strong morals had seemed to have an effect on her during her adolescence. Up to this point, all of the sexual activity she had experienced hadn’t went any further than kissing and some innocent dry humping.

She now lived in an apartment style residence on her university’s campus. Before her arrival, she had set herself up with expectations of a clean, nicely decorated apartment but was instead dumbfounded to discover cold, concrete walls, “well-used” furniture, and old appliances. Being an only child, small pleasures that she enjoyed while living at home with her parents now seemed like a distant memory. Now, she was constantly faced with an empty fridge, a shared bathroom and 3 messy roommates.

Lucy’s thoughts were quickly interrupted as she heard her apartment door close with a thud, followed by a small kerfuffle in the porch, giggling and another door being opened and then shut again. Soon after, the now familiar noise of mattress squeaking and stifled moans began resonating through the thin walls of casino siteleri her apartment. “That must be Jenny,” Lucy thought as she rolled her eyes and sat up, reaching for her iPod in an attempt to mask the noise. She continued to play what she had been listening to previously. ‘The Bad Touch’ by the Bloodhound Gang started playing mid-chorus and she laughed at the irony.

She let her feet hit the cold floor, stood up, and wandered over to the full-length mirror on her bedroom door. Her tank top and panties were the only pieces of clothing protecting her from the chill in the air. Her gaze fell to her chest, and wasn’t surprised to see the outline of her nipples poking out from behind the thin layer of her tank top. As the muffled moans continued to echo from her roommate’s bedroom, Lucy stood in front of her mirror, analyzing her body. “Average” she found herself muttering. She was completely and utterly average. Standing at 5’4″, her brown hair was parted in the center and was an average weight. She lifted her tank top and rested it just below her breasts. Her stomach still hadn’t yet rid itself of its baby fat. She poked and prodded at her stomach a little before she turned to admire her side profile. As critical as she was about herself, she always liked the way her back curved almost perfectly to her ass. It was perky, and Lucy liked that. She allowed her hands to caress her body, lingering slightly as they grazed across her breasts and ass. She did have beautiful curves, after all. Her only problem was this overwhelming blandness that so happened to be her face. “Maybe it’s my hair…” she mumbled to herself. She made a mental note to ask one of her roommates for advice on new ways to do her hair.

Lucy then found herself yawning, so she left her room to brush her teeth in the bathroom. However after she closed her door, the noises coming from her roommate’s bedroom became much more prominent. Not wanting to be noticed, she headed straight to the bathroom and then proceeded through her nightly bedtime routine. On her way back to her room though, she noticed that her roommate’s door didn’t shut all the way and let her curiosity get the best of her. Carefully, she knelt down on all fours and let one eye peek in at Jenny with this night’s slot oyna conquest. But before seeing anything, she smelled an oddly suggestive combination of sweat and perfume. She tried to put a word on it – musky, maybe.

Lucy let out a small gasp and was surprised to see Jenny’s hands tied with bright purple rope into an elaborate knot behind her head, squirming about in complete ecstasy. Lucy felt a tingle between her thighs – it was unfamiliar, but she liked it. She retreated back to her thoughts – she had never thought that anyone would use anything of that sort during sex! Jenny’s back was arched, her breasts at their fullest and most vulnerable. Her expression was an erotic mixture of pain and ecstasy as she succumbed to her partner’s touch. Her breasts were currently being groped, pinched and pulled by a pair of large and commanding manly hands, while her whole body was moving to a quick rhythm set by her partner. The tingle was becoming more prominent as this off-the-cuff sexual situation was unfolding before her eyes. She tried to imagine herself in Jenny’s position and felt her face flush.

After attempting to get herself together, she sized up Jenny’s partner, whose face she could not currently see. He was tall, and had disheveled brown hair. Lucy took a second to admire the definition of his back muscles and then let her eyes fall to his firm, well-sculpted ass. She bit her lips as she looked at him thrusting his hips back and forth, catching glimpses of his cock in between thrusts. She hadn’t seen one in real life before! Lucy admired its shape. It curved upwards slightly, and looked fairly thick. She became hypnotized by the quick tempo he had created as his cock slid in and out of Jenny’s pussy. She could only imagine what it would feel like to have one of those fill up her own cunt. Lucy found herself drooling at the thought.

She bit her lip and let her hand drift to the outline of her pussy and began to caress it over the fabric of her panties. She did this for a short while before she let her hand slip under her waistband. She traced her finger along her slit and proceeded to push her finger between her swollen cunt lips. She traced circles around her clitoris and shuddered a bit before she slowly began to finger canlı casino siteleri fuck herself. She started with her index finger. She felt the soft, cushiony walls of her pussy against her finger as she allowed another finger to enter. She slowly began to pump her fingers in and out of her sex. The sounds of her roommate’s moans coupled with her partner’s grunts and moans made Lucy’s cunt tingle. She continued to wiggle her fingers up her own pussy, as her eyes seemed to glaze over as she became fixated on Jenny’s legs wrapped around his waist, and Lucy tried to match their rhythm. She then started caressing her clitoris with her thumb. She continued like this for a while, bucking her hips a bit until she let a quiet moan escape her lips. However, it apparently wasn’t quiet enough – Jenny’s partner turned his head around (not skipping a beat with the fucking), looked down and met Lucy’s gaze. He grinned and winked at Lucy, and her eyes opened wide in a mixture of horror and embarrassment. Horrified, she gasped as she scrambled as quickly as she could to the safety of her own room.

Lucy let out a deep sigh as she leaned on her door and slid down to a crouching position. She was mortified that he had seen her, but for some reason, her sexual arousal just seemed to have been heightened. She wondered why that might be. She quickly dismissed it and then became aware of the damp spot that had developed on her panties. She let her hand wander down and was surprised to feel just how wet it actually was. Her thoughts then went back to the beautiful cock she had just seen pounding in and out of her roommate. Lucy looked around the room for an object that she could substitute for her own pleasure, but much to her dismay, nothing in her room matched the size of the dick she had just seen. Sexually frustrated, she took off her underwear and replaced them with a pair of pyjama shorts.

After Lucy tucked herself into bed and turned down the music from her speakers, she tried going to sleep, but the image of this guy who had just winked at her could not be burned out of her mind. She replayed the scene over and over. He looked familiar somehow, but she could not put her finger on how she knew him. Several questions invaded her mind. “Why did he wink at me?”, “Why did I get so turned on after seeing Jenny tied up like that?” and most importantly, “How the fuck do I know him?” After a few minutes of racking her brain, she decided to give up and allowed herself to drift off to sleep.

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By the time Spring Break rolled around, my relationship with Ashton had bloomed into something beautiful and perfectly strange. All of her friends knew we were together, although very few of mine did. Michael thought we had grown to be particularly good friends, but he never let on that he saw us as more. Maybe it was willful blindness. But more than who knew about us and what we publicly did, the status of our relationship began to bother me. Ashton and I fucked all the time, sometimes like crazed animals in heat. She told me she was my girl, and sometimes when we were curled up together in bed at night, she told me she loved me. But I had always sensed something in Ashton. That animal part of her that made the sex so hot and carnal, it didn’t want to be owned. It wasn’t like she wanted to cheat on me, and she always said she loved being with me, but she was very open about her interest in other men.

For spring break, Ashton, her roommate Elise, and their friend Mary decided to get a motel room at the big lake two hours from our campus. It was a local spring break destination, and all three of them invited their boyfriends. I didn’t even tell Michael I was going, I think he thought I was staying back on campus while he flew with some of our friends to Cancun. Elise had ditched her loser boyfriend and was becoming semi-serious with this tall, skinny nerdy guy named Brian. I liked Brian, he seemed like a nice guy, but for some reason Ashton thought he was creepy. Mary lived down the hall from Ashton and Elise and the three girls had grown close. Mary had a pretty, angular face with short blond hair and blue eyes, atop a tall, thin body. Ashton and Elise liked to describe Mary as lithe. She had almost no breasts to speak of, but I thought her thin, toned body was pretty. She had the shape of a ballerina. Her boyfriend Randy was much shorter than me, but wiry and lean. He flirted with Ashton a lot, and she liked hanging out with him. I thought he was one of those typical college douche bags, all full of himself. Mary was sweet while Randy was brash, and Mary was also at least two inches taller than Randy. I often wondered what had drawn them together.

On the drive down to the lake, Elise, Mary, Brian and Randy drove down in Brian’s car, while I drove with Ashton and most of our beach stuff in my beat up old Ford Taurus. Ashton chose to wear her lime green bikini because she knew how much seeing her in a bikini drove me wild. She had one of those wrap around cloth skirts when we started the drive, but with her moving and shifting, it was quickly lost. On the long stretches of open road, I stole peeks at her toned bikini body, and she laughed at me. My free hand found its way to Ashton’s smooth, shapely leg and she didn’t resist as I slowly slid it up her creamy thigh. She spread her legs for me as I began to massage her bare thigh with my strong fingers, and sighed contentedly as we flew down the highway.

When I dipped my hand down between her legs and my fingers made contact with the heat of her crotch, she turned to me and said, “Are you sure this is a good idea? Don’t get into an accident and kill us, driver.”

But I could feel the heat of her sex through the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms, and she spread her legs even wider for me. I could feel the wetness of her slit through her bottoms, and ran my fingers up and down the lips of her sex. At the top of her crevice, her hard clit was unmistakable. I rubbed slow circles around it with my fingers, never taking my eyes from the road, and she moaned in appreciation. Ashton crossed her arms above her head and slumped down in her seat as my fingers began slowly rubbing against her clit. She knew I liked to see her like this, her firm breasts thrust outward, her chest flushed, her flat stomach expanding and contracting rapidly as her breathing quickened with her arousal. I kept up a soft steady beat against her clit with my insistent finger, rubbing my finger tips against her most sensitive spot. I rarely took my eyes off the road, but Ashton was staring at me, her moaning getting louder.

“I wish I could fuck you, babe” she said breathlessly.

“I wish I could too,” I returned, laughing.

“I want to ride that hard cock so bad, you’ve got me so hot already.” She lifted her ass off the seat a bit and my finger lost contact, “Hold on babe,” she instructed.

When she settled back down and my hand was back between her thighs, my fingers made direct contact with her bare pussy. She had shifted over her bottoms, and I could now feel that she was positively dripping. I moistened my finger in her juices before sliding my digit back up her slit. When I brushed against her exposed clit, Ashton let out a half squeal, half moan. My finger resumed its steady beat, rubbing softly and insistently against the engorged clitoris. Ashton was moaning continuously and began thrusting her hips gently against my finger tip.

“You’re so wet already, babe,” I said.

Ashton looked at me and moaned again. “This is so casino siteleri dirty, don’t you think?” she asked. “Any of these cars going by might be able to see you playing with me.”

“I want them to see you cum on my fingers,” I replied, and began rubbing just a little faster against her little nub.

Ashton let out a low, throaty moan, her chest heaving with her deep breathing as my finger squished back and forth over her slippery lips. She was so wet, my finger rubbing against her slit was beginning to make squishing sounds in the quiet car. Her hips were thrusting back against my hand now, but I kept up the steady beat on her clit.

“I’m going to cum already, babe,” she whined. “Not like this, I can’t cum like this, so quickly. I want your cock in me. I want you to fuck me.”

“Just cum for me, babe,” I responded.

“Ohhhhh, I’m going to cum so quick,” she complained. Her mouth was telling me she didn’t want to settle for just my finger, with its unceasing attention to her sweet spot, but her body was flushed and ready to burst.

“Cum now, Ashton. Cum on my fingers for me,” I insisted. “Cum in front of all of these people on the road.”

That did it. There weren’t any other cars really close to us, but Ashton’s eyes flew open and then she was cumming. She screamed just a little bit, her body tensing up against my fingers, and then she was shaking as the orgasm took her. She bit her lip a little as my insistent finger flicked against her hard bud, and then she let out a long, high moan as the tension inside her evaporated.

I withdrew my finger, and Ashton slumped over. We were almost to the lake, passing signs for hotels and attractions near the water. I figured we were about twenty minutes out when I felt Ashton’s hand on my leg. She didn’t just let it rest there. She was digging for my cock, and I was so hard from listening to her cum that she quickly found my rigid pole trapped against the leg of my shorts. I wasn’t sure what she had in mind, but I was wearing swim shorts that didn’t have a flap or opening in the front. I was debating whether I should try to pull them down for her, when she gripped the bottom of my shorts and forcefully pulled the leg up. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, with the shorts fabric now tight against my balls and my hard cock trapped against my thigh, but my cock head was free of the shorts. I felt Ashton’s hair brush against my arm as her head dipped for my cock. Any thoughts of the awkward positioning were quickly lost as I felt Ashton’s warm, wet mouth close around my cock head.

She sucked the fat tip of my dick between her soft lips and released it with a pop. “Ooooo, pre cum,” she cooed, as her tongue slathered around the hole and she made a show of licking a tiny drop of pre cum fro my cock tip. I moaned my approval, trying to remain focused on the road. Ashton slid her soft, slippery mouth down over my pole, her tongue rubbing against the under side of my shaft, before sliding her lips back up to the tip of my member. Her lips sucked a bit on my cock head again before she plunged her hot mouth back down my shaft. Up and down she bobbed on my big dick, rubbing wetly against my pole and causing my toes to tingle.

But there was a problem. We were getting very close to the hotel, and the traffic around us had gotten thicker. I was reluctant to remove Ashton’s sucking mouth from my now tingling cock, but there were also now people walking down the street.

“Ashton, we’re close,” I warned.

She released my cock with another loud pop from my mouth and said, “Good baby, cum in my mouth for me.”

I laughed, “No,” I replied. “We’re almost to the hotel.”

Ashton looked uncertain for a moment. “I can try to finish you off if you want,” she offered.

“No, it’s okay,” I said. “People will see you. But you can finish this later.”

We were pulling into the hotel parking lot and greeting the others less than five minutes later. There was no way I was going to get my throbbing cock to go down, so I tried to position my large T-shirt to help conceal my bulge. It seemed like it took us an eternity to check into the beach motel, which was very nice as motels go. We then had to take our bags up to our room, which had two queen size beds. I knew the arrangements would be awkward when I saw the beds, but didn’t realize just how much until later. Ashton and I sat on one of the beds, with me still trying to hide my erection, while the other four decided what to do.

“We’re going to go check out the beach,” Mary finally stated, “You two want to come?”

“I think we’re just going to relax here for a little while,” Ashton replied. “Kevin’s a little tired from the drive. We’ll see you down there in a little bit.”

“Suit yourself,” replied Mary.

The second the door closed behind our friends, I tackled Ashton. The wrap around skirt fell away and I landed on top of her. We were kissing passionately, the weight of my body on top of hers. I could feel her firm breasts pressed against slot oyna my chest, and she slid her legs apart for me so my hard cock was positioned against her hot slit. Her soft lips met mine, and our tongues danced as we kissed. She ran her fingers through my hair as I held her close with my strong arms.

“My poor baby,” she said. “You’ve been stuck with that hard cock for almost half an hour. Let’s fix that.”

My shorts were off in a flash and Ashton had pulled her bikini bottoms to the side. My throbbing cock head slid up and down Ashton’s dripping wet slit, gathering her slick moisture, before I pushed my rod past Ashton’s tight opening. We both moaned as my cock slid home inside her pussy. Her tunnel was tight and stretched to accommodate my thick meat, but she was so wet that my skin slid easily against hers. I had been aching for release, and began pumping my hard pole in and out of Ashton’s slippery pussy. Soon I was slamming my cock into her, Ashton’s legs wrapped around my waist, while I looked intently into her sparkling blue eyes. Her face was flushed and she moaned every time I bottomed out my long cock inside of her. We could both tell I wouldn’t last long in her hot, slippery tunnel.

“Go ahead, baby,” Ashton said with a whimper. “Cum inside me. Empty your balls in my pussy.”

Her encouragement was all I needed. The powerful orgasm was building rapidly, setting my loins on fire as I furiously pumped my cock in and out of the warm crevice between her legs. As I felt my tingling cock head sliding against Ashton’s soft pussy walls, the orgasm hit me. I felt my hot seed splash into Ashton’s pussy, my cock pumping its load in spurt after spurt of ecstasy. I groaned my approval as I came inside of her.

I collapsed atop Ashton’s body, panting just a little from the rawness of my effort. Then I heard a voice behind me whisper softly, “Holy shit.”

Reflexively, I turned around and found Mary standing at the foot of our bed, her mouth hanging open. She was holding Randy’s hand, and he had a shit eating grin on his face. I hadn’t heard the door open, and blurted out, “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to know that no one else will want to sleep in that bed now,” came Randy’s wise ass reply.

Trying to turn myself around to look at them had the unintended effect of causing me to pull my body off Ashton. My still semi-erect cock plopped free for all the world to see. The protective boyfriend in me regretted exposing Ashton’s pussy to their eyes even more than my cock. I looked down and saw her sex inflamed and dripping with her juices. When I looked up, I saw Randy staring at the same thing.

“Get the fuck out, you perverts!” Ashton blurted out, weakly throwing her wrap at Randy’s face. With a lot of laughter, Randy fled the room, pulling Mary behind him.

———-

It turned out Randy and Mary had grown tired of the walk along the beach and come back early. They were nice enough not to say anything to Elise and Brian, but an uneasiness hung between the four of us for the rest of that day and night. The next day was spent mostly drinking on the lake shore and soaking up the warm spring sun. Ashton didn’t seem to be holding the previous day’s awkwardness against Randy, asthe two of them spent a chunk of the day talking off by themselves. Their conversation often produced laughter and giggles from Ashton, and I wondered if the idiot was trying to hit on her in front of me.

Still, when Ashton approached me later that night,I was caught completely off guard by her proposal. We were all taking turns showering and getting dressed up to go out to a club. While I was gelling my hair in the bathroom after a shower, Ashton slipped into the room with me. She gave me a quick peck on the lips, but I could tell by the way she was looking at me that she wanted something from me.

“What?” I asked.

“You can totally say no if you don’t want to,” she began, causing my stomach to knot in anticipation of whatever she might be asking me.

“Great,” I replied, “Now I’m already worried about where this is going.”

“I was talking to Randy today,” Ashton began, causing the knot in my stomach to tighten. “Like I said, you can totally say no, but he already talked to Mary about it and she agreed.” Ashton paused for a moment, looking away from me before she continued. “I don’t know… but apparently Randy thinks I’m really hot, and after watching me and you he really wants to get with me.” I wondered why she was telling me this. “And he’s not nearly as good looking as you, and you know I LOVE you, but I heard through Elise that he can get pretty wild in bed and… I wouldn’t mind trying it once with him.” Now I was totally confused.

“But you know I’m totally loyal to you,” she continued, “I wouldn’t do anything without telling you. So Randy came up with an idea.” Ashton paused again, and finally looked me in the eye. “If you let us do it once, with your approval, we promise we will never do it again. And canlı casino siteleri for the rest of this trip, you can have sex with Mary or anyone else you want as many times as you want and I’ll even help if you want.”

“What?!!” was all I could manage in response, with anger and surprise and sadness all trying to fight their way out of me at the same time.

“Like I said,” Ashton replied quickly, “You can say no. But I’ll set you up with girls we meet at clubs and you can have sex with as many as you want and you and Mary can do it as many times as you want…”

“Why would Mary want that?!”

“She already agreed, like I said.”

“I don’t know…”

“It’s just one time. Then I promise, never again.”

“Why would you…”

“I don’t know, I just want to try it once. I won’t do it if it’ll screw up things between me and you, but it’s like… I just want to get the curiosity out of the way.”

“…”

“It could be a lot of fun for both of us.”

I looked into her eyes, expecting to find a question there. Instead I saw anticipation, and a hint of excitement. I knew she wanted this. “You won’t go sneak off and do it, you’ll tell me so I won’t have to wonder?” I said sternly.

Ashton’s face broke into a huge smile. I knew instantly that I was screwed. “Of course!” she squealed, throwing her arms around me. “I’ll tell you before we do it. We haven’t planned it or anything, but when it happens, I’ll make sure you’re okay first.” Before I could change my mind, she had given me another quick peck on the lips and then she was bounding out of the bathroom. No doubt, she was on her way to tell Randy the good news.

———-

The whole rest of the that night, I felt like an idiot. We went out to a club, got in with our fake i.d.’s, had a few shots, and I slapped a smile on my face for the pictures we took. But I felt nauseous and conflicted inside. What had I done?

I was pounding back drinks a little quicker than usual that night, trying to erase the conflicted doubt inside of me. So I was a little drunk by the time I found myself alone in a section of the club, standing next to Mary. Somehow, Randy and Ashton had wandered onto the dance floor separately, but soon found themselves together. Randy gently pulled Ashton towards him, and Ashton playfully slapped at his arms, but she didn’t pull away. Randy’s hands were on her hips as she turned, so that she was backing into him. They danced centimeters apart from each other for a moment, before Randy started thrusting his hips up towards her body. Ashton was quickly grinding her soft backside against him, their two bodies rubbing and bumping against each other with the rhythm of the music. And I was watching it all standing next to Mary.

“Why did you tell them this deal was okay?” she asked, never taking her eyes off her boyfriend mashing himself against my girlfriend.

“Because you agreed first. Why did you say it was okay?” I replied.

“Because I never thought you’d say yes.” I couldn’t think of a response, so we stood there awkwardly. “Randy can be a real shit sometimes, but he loves me. I never thought you’d let him take Ashton,” Mary finished, before walking away.

———-

I wanted the night to be over and thought maybe I could tell Ashton in the morning that I had changed my mind about the deal. So as soon as we were back in our hotel room, I stripped down to my boxers and crawled into the bed. There were only two beds in the hotel room, so we decided we would sleep three in each. Despite what Randy had said earlier about no one wanting our bed, he told the rest of the group that he would sleep in the bed with me and Ashton. That was the last thing I remembered as I closed my eyes.

I woke in near total darkness. Something was poking me hard in the chest. My head was swimming a little from the after effects of the booze, and it took me a while to pull together my situation. I was lying on my side in the bed, facing what I realized was Ashton. She was lying on her side facing me, and I eventually realized she was poking two fingers into the center of my chest. I was about to ask her what she wanted, when I realized there was someone laying behind her. It was Randy.

When Ashton could see that my eyes were open, she stopped poking me. I was still wondering what she wanted when I saw that Randy’s arm was around her. The covers ran up to my shoulders, but they had been pulled down on Ashton so that they fell across the swell of her hips. She was wearing one of her tank tops, and from the exposed side of her full breast I could tell she had nothing on underneath. Randy probably couldn’t see me at all, and all I could see through the darkness and the positions of our bodies was his elbow. But I could tell in the dim light that he had worked his hand through the large hole in the side of Ashton’s tank top, and his hands were playing with one of her large melons. I could even see his fingers pulling gently on something, and understood that he was playing with her nipple.

I looked at Ashton’s face and without saying anything she mouthed the word “okay” in a question. I shrugged my shoulders. She nodded her head yes, and after a brief hesitation I nodded back.

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The following story is based loosely on true events, but some details have been altered for the sake of this retelling.

*****

2020 was supposed to be a great year for me. I was going to finally finish my MA and even go to Greece over the summer.

Then the COVID-19 pandemic happened and trampled over all my plans.

My trip to Greece was cancelled, obviously. In-person classes were cancelled as well. Now everything is online. The only ways I can communicate with my professors are via email and Zoom meetings. My classwork is still due, but now, because of the “stay at home” order, I don’t have access to even half the resources I would’ve had access to otherwise; I can’t even go to the university library to access books.

The only upside to any of this, I thought, was that I would be quarantined with my boyfriend in our shared apartment, meaning we’d be able to keep each other company and maybe spend more time having sex. Even that hope got blown away, though, since apparently he’s considered an “essential worker,” meaning he still has to work, leaving me alone in our apartment for a significant number of hours each day during the week.

I’ll admit, it’s kind of nice having some alone time in the midst of this pandemic. It’s also nice to know that he’s still making money, since I know a lot of people have lost their jobs or been furloughed. That doesn’t mean I don’t miss him sometimes when he’s gone, though.

For several weeks towards the beginning of the pandemic, I was so frustrated and worried about everything that I found I couldn’t really get aroused. I could sometimes get a little bit aroused, but I was always distracted by my thoughts and I could never seem to get really into it.

Usually I’m the one begging my boyfriend for sex, but, for several weeks at the beginning of the crisis, I just couldn’t get in the mood. Whenever he tried to initiate sex, I’d just mutter, “Not now” or “Maybe later tonight.” Every night, he would go to bed at the usual time and ask me to come to bed with him, but I would stay up, usually worrying or working on something for one of my classes, and I wouldn’t get to bed until early in the morning.

When my boyfriend and I would have sex, I either wouldn’t have any orgasm at all, or it would be a weak orgasm. This was very unusual for me, since I normally casino siteleri come very easily. My boyfriend, of course, started to become worried for me, since I wasn’t acting like myself.

“I’m just stressed. That’s all,” I would tell him.

Information about the virus was constantly in the news. I was worried about my parents and how they might fare. I was worried about my schoolwork and my degree. I was worried about everything that was going on. Being stuck in the same small apartment all day was also getting to me.

Then, one day in around late March, I was home alone because my boyfriend was at work. I was trying to work on a paper about conceptions of gender in the Byzantine Empire that I was supposed to be writing for one of my classes. A major part of the paper dealt with Byzantine gender roles as they relate to sexuality.

I was writing about how the Byzantines generally saw women as naturally inclined to lack control—not just over the world around them, but also over their own selves. It was thought that women were constantly filled with sexual desires and that, because women were naturally weak-willed, it was especially difficult for women to resist these sinful urges. This was seen as dangerous, because it was thought that women’s lack of self-control posed a serious threat to men’s control and, of course, for the Byzantines, men’s control was what really mattered most.

I don’t know exactly why, but, for some reason, while I was writing about these horribly misogynistic ideas, I started feeling turned on. I think it is because, although I oppose misogyny in all forms, the thought of being sexually “out of control” was very arousing to me. For some reason, I enjoy thinking of myself as a slut and a temptress.

I still had plenty of time to finish writing my paper, so I reached down into my panties and touched my pussy. The sensation of my fingertips against my soft, wet folds made me feel even more aroused. I desperately wanted to play with myself. I laid back in my seat and rubbed both my hands all over my belly and my pubic region, feeling the warm softness of my flesh.

I peeled off my pajama pants, leaving myself sitting there with only my shirt and my panties. With my left hand caressing my left thigh, I began to stimulate myself with my right hand. I positioned my hand so slot oyna that my palm was stroking my clit while my middle and index fingers were sliding inside my opening. I let out a soft moan, then another.

I pulled off my panties. Then, with my sex exposed, I went back to stroking it, sliding my fingers up and down over my whole opening. It felt so spectacular, like I was finally scratching an itch that had needed scratched for weeks. My whole upper body was writhing at the sensation.

I imagined how a man would feel if he walked in at that moment and saw me, cute little blonde that I was, sitting there at my desk, playing with my little twat. I imagined how aroused he would feel, how the sight of me would so thoroughly undermine his sense of self-control, how he would lust for me.

I moved my hand in clockwise circles, rubbing my entire vulva, churning it, covering it in the wetness that was seeping from within. Then I slid two fingers inside myself and began thrusting in and out rhythmically. I imagined that it was a man’s cock inside me that was fucking me and not just my own fingers.

Then I took out my fingers and brought them to my lips so I could taste myself. After I was done tasting myself, I rubbed myself around in circles again. Then I slid two fingers inside myself again. I kept repeating this cycle over and over again until I decided that I needed to move to someplace more comfortable.

I stood up and headed over to the bed, taking off my shirt and my bra along the way. I laid down on the bed with my back propped up slightly with a couple pillows. With my left hand resting on my left breast, I spread my legs and reached down with my right hand to touch my pussy. With the four main fingers of my hand, I began rubbing my clit in clockwise circles.

I couldn’t believe how wet I was getting. My pussy was absolutely dripping with natural lubrication. Everything felt so unbelievably smooth and slippery down there, as though it were silk drenched in oil. I kept rubbing myself, faster and faster. I laid back all the way, my left hand moving from my breast to the inside of my left thigh. I let out my first soft moan since lying down, then another, growing more persistent.

My head fell back onto my pillow amidst a tangle of my blonde curls and I found myself lying there, gazing down at my groin with canlı casino siteleri my eyelids barely open and a smile on my face as my fingers worked their swift magic on my clit. They knew exactly what I liked, far better than any man ever could.

My left hand slid back up to my breast and clutched it as my right hand continued its work. My legs were wiggling uncontrollably as I rubbed myself out. My breasts rose and fell with every moan from my half-parted lips. I could feel the softness of the bed beneath me, cushioning my bare flesh as I subtly writhed upon it.

I could feel my heat rising, the slight sweat starting to break out from beneath my skin, as my climax approached. My right hand moved ever more persistently as my left hand clutched my breast ever more tightly. My moans grew loader and more fervent. Beneath my hand, my buttocks were pulsating up and down against the sheets, my legs flailing limply in accordance with them.

Finally, the crushing moment came and I cried out as that hot burst of ecstasy exploded from my loins, spreading throughout my body. My legs, which had been wagging so much, suddenly froze as I felt my top half leap off the bed into the air before immediately being flung back, crashing against the pillows, my head falling back as my buttocks squirmed against the sheets.

I could feel my wetness all over my right hand. It was covered in my juices. I brought it up, smearing my essence all over my belly, my breasts, and my neck. Meanwhile, my left hand journeyed down to feel my precious cunt.

I giggled to myself in satisfaction, thinking about how the Byzantines had so readily believed in imaginary miracles like the so-called “Miracle of the Holy Fire,” but they had been so skeptical of very real miracles such as the one I had just experienced—the miracles of the bedchamber.

My right hand was at my mouth now, my pinky finger moving towards my lips. I greeted it, eager to taste myself again. I’m sure that licking up my vaginal juices off my hand probably isn’t sanitary and I’m sure that health officials probably wouldn’t approve of it, especially in a time like this, but I did it anyways. I wasn’t going to let that stuff go to waste. (Besides, it’s partly the forbiddenness of these sorts of things that makes them so fun.)

As I did this, I felt as though I had, in my own small way, triumphed over the virus, since I had managed to overcome the concerns that had been distracting me and, for the first time in a while, I had managed to give myself a really good, proper orgasm.

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He was sitting there as he watched her luscious lips wrap around the base of his cock, the subliminal sex messages of the music resonating in his head while he wrapped his fingers in the soft strands, pulling and stroking. The phone was in his other hand as he listened to his father talk about nonsense. He guessed it was because he had this young thing sucking on the head of his cock with such a salivated mouth that his own salivated just from the feel of the suction of her cheeks and tongue. The more she sucked, the more he lost his train of thought, murmuring yes or no, mhm and um to everything his father questioned. Finally, he got the picture that he was in the middle of something and asked if he should go. Just then, he watched her gulp down his dick, watching it disappear inch my inch in the middle of her cute face. He pictured the gloss of her lips like the cum inside the tube of his cock, hovering there while it wrapped around his shaft, sucking him further and further.

“Yea I have to go.” Because this chick is fucking my dick with her mouth, Dad, He wanted to add but kept quiet, remembering the last time he disrespected the little spitfire, she had cut him off for a month. He could live without her cock sucking abilities, but life was so much better when it was around. Just as he hung up, she sucked his cock clean and then straddled him with her little tight body, everything was firm and toned, tan and perky. He loved it. Her breasts bounced in his face as she began to ride him, still wearing the plaited black miniskirt. She rode him hard and cried out hotly against his neck as he thrusted deep to her slick hole, wanting to hear more, wanting to feel her clench more, and just as she did, the cum inside of his testicles lurched, stirring him more to make the pummeling of her cunt faster and more vigorous. Wildly, he pounded her, tearing at her skirt so he could lean back and watch that pussy slam down on his cock. He laid back and looked up to her breasts jiggling up and down, and her thighs rocking back and forth with the gyrations of her hips and flat stomach, her abs clenching as he reached up to grab her ass roughly.

Their bodies slapped together rapidly after casino siteleri the skirt was ripped away. He saw the surprise in her face but that was when he drove it home and made her grip the sheets of the bed, a scream of his name shattering the riffs of the haunting metal music echoing in his mind at that point. He watched her lose so much control as the canal of her pussy grew slippier with the drilling of his dick to what felt like her stomach. Her head of blonde, brown, red, and blue tossed back and forth when he snuck a look at her between concentrations, grabbing her hips in his able hands and making her little frame ride him with the speed he desired. Not wanting to cum so soon, even if they were both shining from sweat and their bodies emitting enough heat to see in the air, he leaned up and kissed her, bringing them to fuck in a seated position, slow and deep. He raised, she ground, he grunted, she moaned, the push and pull of his hands going with the momentum of his manhood. He felt more like a man staring at this young piece of ass getting pummeled by him and enjoying it as well. He was not so old he knew, but just the fact that a teenage girl like this one was so hot for him, unable to contain her body’s lust for his own, and so eager to please him. He felt like a teacher almost, and it made the intercourse that much more intoxicating.

He pulled her off and flipped her on her stomach. He loved the look on her startled face seeing as she thought she was so bad ass compared to him. Lifting her waist up to where she put out her hands to hold herself up on the bed and gasping for the breath that she lacked because of her constant shrill cries of slight pain and overall pleasure from the bone of her pussy, he could not help but smirk at the shining flesh exposed when he backed up behind it. The two tight hams coming together in a tight crack that he just had to feel. He smacked the firm side of her right cheek playfully just to hear her moan, which she whimpered instead. He raised a brow, feeling along the meeting of the two ass cheeks to where her asshole was, slightly moist but considerably closed. He reached down to rub her pussy as he leaned to look at her face, her lips slot oyna trembling like her body to hold herself up weakly. He then rubbed the soaked fingers over her asshole looking over it and studying how wet the flesh became. Then repeated the action, smacking her ass again when he felt her ass was good and ready for a pounding.

“Spread ’em for me, chick.”

She reached back with her delicate hands and squeezed her ass cheeks to pull them apart and show all between her ass. He found it cute how such small hands could hold so much strength after most of her energy drained away because of the rapid fucking of her virginesque pussy. As he held his dick steady, slipping the tip in through the fold, his member felt her ass squeeze it in and her body tighten to handle the slight discomfort of such a large organ inside of the shallow, slender cavity. He saw her face wincing as he pushed it in slowly, inch by hard inch. Her ass was still clenching down on his dick, a little hard for his tastes, and he knew she would like it if she could learn to take it like a good girl.

“Spread ’em farther! You want that fucking raise?”

He added the last part just to get a reaction. She whimpered and did so, and he nodded withdrawing and then slamming it in, just so he could hear that scream again, which she gave to him loudly, and he did it again and again, ravaging her ass. Her body twisted and writhed for the first moments. He wanted her to buck back and so he grabbed her hips and forced her body to do what he wanted. He loved how he could control this little being with his strength and power. The more he pulled, the more she moaned, so he knew she did not mind the force. He knew all that from their previous conversations anyway. She was a freak and she knew that he knew it. He focused on the tight hole swallowing his cock throughout as he penetrated it slowly now, then harder and deeper. She relaxed everything so he could ram it in faster and faster. She reached between her legs with her face smashed into the sheets, just so she could play with her clit. The pace had become too fast for her again, and her whimpers and cries became scattered and choked between gasps for breath. Her breasts canlı casino siteleri flapped up and down as he bit down on his lip to contain his own groans of pleasure, the urge to cum growing and growing as she started to plead with him for the sweet release of his juices. What, can’t take a little pain? He almost asked, but he did not want to make it seem like the obvious. That this interaction was to use her, no he did not want to speak the truth. True, the sex was great but that was all it could be for him, for now, for this point in time. He had been through the divorce, he had been through the gold digging girlfriends, and he had been through the bitches and whores.

He finally let the rush of hot fluid fill up her ass and then pulled out smoothly, the sucking of her own fluids and his cum sounding as he fell back and she fell forward. Her body curled up and he rolled over to the side so he did not have to see her curl up into a shivering ball. He did not feel like cuddling, he actually more or less wanted her to leave. The excuse was coming to him just as he looked up to see her halfway limping and picking up her clothes, shaking her head slightly at the torn skirt.

“Thanks for fucking ripping it.”

“There’s some sweats in the top drawer, if you want.”

“Yea but what am I going to wear to work tonight.”

He could not believe she was already worried about work, but he raised his hands and covered his face, massaging the tension and scrambling of an answer to her question. He just fucked her for everything she was worth, she was limping, and still she was thinking about something else. Wait, just a minute he had told himself that he wanted her to leave. What was he doing now? God, he was confused, yes go, he told her silently as he opened his eyes to see her little pout pursed in a disgruntled manner. He wanted to see her again, so he stood naked and walked to her pulling her to him as he sat back on the bed. She sat in his lap as he pulled the skirt away. Feeling her hardened tits and warm skin against his own was almost blissful, he thought he might actually miss it. For now, he just wanted to appease her so he could do this again tomorrow.

“Look I’ll give you more tips tomorrow and you can buy another skirt with that, or don’t even come in and I’ll give you some money.”

“But–“

“I’m your boss, I can do whatever the hell I want to do.”

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For the record: All characters engaging in any sexual activities are at least 18 years of age!

I don’t currently have an editor, so I apologize for any errors in the text. I hope you can forgive my mistakes.

Thanks to johnd28352 for proofreading the story. I hope it cuts down on some of my silly errors. Please don’t blame him if some remain, he had a lot of my mistakes to deal with.

*****

I woke up to the smell of breakfast cooking. I had never eaten this well in the military. I threw a tee-shirt on and followed my nose out to the kitchen to find Lila at the stove. Her bottom was showing from under her tee-shirt too, so I crept up and wrapped my arms around her sliding my half-hard cock into the cleft of her ass.

“Mmm, that’s a wonderful way to show your appreciation, but I am in a hurry to get to work. I need to shower and get ready, so there is no time to fool around” Lila said, but leaned her head back and kissed my cheek.

I ate breakfast, but couldn’t sit around the apartment for long. I had to be active so I started walking through the city and through the parks. The people were an eyeopener; a strange mix of people going to any length to be noticed, and others wanting to hide among the millions of others. Then I saw a guy stalking a lady, he was looking at her handbag from the side of his eyes. As I started to move closer he finally made his move; “Not so fast, buddy” I said, as I grabbed him and flipped him backward by the hoodie he was wearing.

“The Police are on the way,” The lady said; as I pushed him into the wall.

Within a few minutes the officers arrived and took control of the guy.

“Thanks for doing that, so many people in this city stand by and watch. How long have you been out of the service?” The officer asked, as he took my details.

“My time is almost up, I am here visiting,” I said, realizing everything about me screamed military.

“Well, if you ever want a reference to get into the PD we could always use someone who doesn’t just want to watch.” He said, and handed me his card.

“I just might do that,” I said, looking at how the officer stood and moved. “Gulf war?”

He just nodded and touched the brim of his cap in a salute. The rest of the day was uneventful; other than the hot video I got from Lila, showing me the large buttplug she had in her ass. I picked up some fresh ingredients for making the only dish I know how to make spaghetti Bolognese. I had it made and ready for the pasta by the time Lila came through the door.

“Wow! That smells good, I am starving.” Lila said, taking off her coat and heading for her bedroom.

“It will be ready in ten.” I said, and took the top off the boiling water and added the pasta.

It was just about ready when Lila came out of the bedroom in a very sexy see-through teddy slinking over to me and wrapping herself around me. We kissed and made out for a few seconds as I served up the pasta. After eating I packed the dishwasher and washed the pots. When I turned around, I could hear porn playing. The coffee table was moved to the wall, and the blankets were on the floor.

“Are you coming to help me soldier boy, or do I have to deal with this myself?” Lila asked, holding up a massive dildo covered in lube.

“I think I can help with that.” I said, pulling off my clothes as I walked to the blankets.

Lila was leaning back on her elbows with her legs apart, looking at me as I approached. She had a smile on her face as my cock swung from side to side, hardening as I walked.

“You like the look of this new teddy?” She said.

“I like the look of the beautiful lady in the teddy.” I answered as I knelt between her legs.

She gripped my hair and pulled my face into her hot pussy, moaning when I licked her from the bottom of her pussy to her clit. She was wet, I think she has been thinking about sex all day.

“OK, what do you want to do with this monster?” I asked, waving it around like a lightsaber and making the classic Star Wars sounds.

“See if that lightsaber will fit in the darkest galaxy around!” she said, giggling at our silliness and pulling out the buttplug.

I lined up the huge dildo and made the buzzing sound of the lightsaber as Lila rocked her hips in a circle, forcing the dildo into her ass. After a few minutes of struggling, she got the head to pop into her ass. I licked her clit to take her mind off the tightness. Lila turned over onto her knees and used her weight to press the dildo into her ass. With it wedged between her body and the blankets, she continued to force more of the dildo into herself.

“I think that’s it. It won’t go anymore.” she said, rolling onto her back and playing with her clit.

I took control of the dildo and started to make small fucking motions, not rushing, to make sure I didn’t hurt Lila. She was panting and moaning as I began to fuck her faster. We both watched some of the porn clips as brother and sister fucked on the TV. Lila pulled her fingers away from her clit to make sure she didn’t cum too soon.

“OK, casino siteleri pull it out, and let’s see if that cock of yours will fit.” She said, her face flushed with lust and beads of sweat on her top lip.

I lined up my cock as Lila pulled her legs back to her chest, bringing her ass up to my cockhead. I put a dollop of lube on my cockhead and placed it against her opening. Lila was groaning as I pushed against her, then my cock slipped up and over her pussy causing her to grunt and shudder as my cock brushed over her clit. I lined up again, holding my cock closer to the head and pushing.

“It’s starting to go in, fuck your cock is huge!” Lila said, grunting and strumming her clit to distract her from the pressure of my cock.

I watched as her anal ring started to open for my cockhead, it would open a bit then close again as I repositioned my cock. Then as I pushed, it would open more until I could push the head of my prick into her ass. Once in, the ring of muscle closed around the knob of my cock. I held still and let her get used to my girth as she continued to play with her clit.

“Let me know when to go deeper?” I asked, making little in-out motions.

Lila nodded, and I pushed in some more, but stopped when her hand shot up against my body. She reached to my side, pulling me in again, only to stop and pant like she was in labor. Then She stopped me again and looked up to my face, “It won’t go anymore.” She said, still holding me back.

“I’ll pull out, and we can try another time. We got halfway in, but I don’t want to hurt you.” I said, getting ready to pull out.

“No, I want to make you cum in me if I can. It doesn’t hurt it’s just very intense, and I want to know if we can cum together like this.” Lila said, rocking her hips and playing with her clit.

Her ass was gripping onto my cock as I began moving in and out of her. I was struggling to hold back from thrusting into her; and Lila wasn’t helping when she started fingering her pussy while she played with her clit.

“I’m sorry Sis, I’m going to cum, you are just too hot!” I said as I felt my cock start to spasm and shoot the first blast of cum into Lila.

She started frantically strumming on her clit while her ass clenched around my cock. Then her toes pointed straight down as she began to spasm around my cock. Lila hunched up to my cock, and a squirt of something hit my stomach as she climaxed. Her jerking slowed as the last of my seed pumped into her, I eased myself back out and put the buttplug back into her ass to stem the flow of my cum.

“I’m sorry for the mess, I have never done that before. Although I have never had an orgasm with a horse cock up my ass either.” Lila said, holding me close.

“I didn’t even know a girl could squirt when they cum.” I said, my inexperience showing.

I have heard about it, but I have only seen it on porn. I thought it’s just fake like everything else on them.” Lila said, humping her pussy on my hip.

“Are you trying to get me started again? Because I am keen if you are, but I’m not the one working tomorrow.” I said, looking up at the clock showing midnight.

“No, I have to get to bed. Come on, help me clean up here.” Lila said, standing over me, giving me a magnificent view from below.

It was early in the morning and the sun was just coming in the apartment window when Lila came padding out to the kitchen with the blanket wrapped around her naked body, holding out my phone.

“Hi this is Bobby.” I answered, as I put the phone to my ear.

“Sergeant, we are putting together a rescue squad.; you know most of the men in the squad. Would you put off leaving for one more mission? It is going down within three weeks, unless the negotiations go better than expected.” General Mortimer said in his usual Texan accent.

“Sir, I was about to put in my papers today, Sir.” I said, not wanting to get involved in something that starts as a three-week exercise and ends up a year away.

“Sergeant, it’s Roberts, Martini and four others being held in the desert. They are threatening to behead them online live. That can’t happen, Sergeant.” the General said, his voice sounding more solemn than I have ever heard before.

“Sir, I will be back on base tonight, Sir.” I said, not needing any more motivation than my brothers in need of my help.

I turned off the phone, and when I turned around Lila was standing in the middle of the room with tears rolling down her face. Her mouth was open; she was crying, but no noise was coming out.

“I need to go and do this one more thing.” I said, but Lila only slapped my chest when I stepped closer to hold her.

“I will do anything for you! Don’t go! I beg of you, don’t leave me!” Lila said, punching at my chest.

“My brothers will die if I don’t go, it’s my unit that will make the rescue. I could never forgive myself if they get hurt because I was not there to lead them. I have to go, they are going to cut their heads off and show it to the world.” I said, then stopped as I shouldn’t have said that much.

“Bobby, slot oyna what if it’s you?” Lila asked, hugging me tightly.

“Then I know I did everything I could. I can’t guarantee anything; but I will tell you, I will drag myself over broken glass to get back to you.” I said, holding her tight. I was going to miss her now more than ever before.

Lila was holding me tight as I was about to board the plane; they called my name. The plane was waiting for me, so she finally let me go. The sadness in her face broke my heart, but I had to go. Within hours I was reporting to the base commander and getting my orders. Joining the others, the looks on their faces told me of the resolve to save their own. We began planning and then running over the options for the extraction.

Weeks of rehearsing every possible scenario, and it came down to this. We were flying low over the dunes; dropped off with an hour hike to the compound to hide our arrival. It was two hours before dawn, and I was with twenty heavily armed men marching double time. We got to the target just before go time. In the dark, I sent two guys to eliminate the guards on the northern end of the compound. They would probably be missed shortly after sunrise, so we needed to be quick.

We made it over the wall and into the largest building before everything went pear-shaped. We could hear the yelling. Someone had found the guards missing. I could hear men heading to the northern walls; they did not realize we were already inside the building. I saw two men head to a door leading underground, that must be it. I followed my hunch and followed them through the door; bingo, they were heading back out with the six prisoners.

Our guys dropped to the ground as soon as they saw us coming, leaving us a clear shot at the two captors. The silencers took care of most of the noise and the yelling from outside covered the rest. We untied the prisoners and handed them a handgun each and a few magazines. Roberts picked up an AK47 and magazine from the downed guard and followed us back into the compound.

“We have the package. We are in the compound and will have to fight our way out. Attack the north wall, then we will head south.” I said over the radio, hearing the confirmations coming back in my earpiece.

We weaved our way quietly to the south end of the large compound, not engaging until we heard the gunship open up on the north end. We then moved fast, taking down anyone that stood in our way. We made it over the wall before they realized we were even in there. But the open ground was long and clear of cover, and the morning light was starting to reveal our movement. Behind us, we could hear small arms fire. The yelling and firing from behind us was increasing. Then I was knocked forward. I was struck in the back and fell face first into the ground.

I was spluttering and trying to empty my mouth of the dirt and blood. I looked back and saw a group of them swarming through the gates. I got back to my feet as one of the men grabbed my arm, and we ran as fast as we could.

“Southside fast!” I said, as we ran to the first rise and a little cover only one hundred yards away.

It seemed like a thousand yards with bullets whizzing past us. The unit stopped, turned and returned fire then took off again. Then just as we reached the edge of the rise with the following hoard closing fast, we heard the crackling of chopper blades. Our airship rose over the crest and aimed at the group following us. They scattered as we ran under the gunship to the other two helicopters waiting for us.

A week later I was patched up, and received notice that the general had accepted my resignation. Lila was sending me pictures and videos to keep me up to date on the largest dildo, and she had almost all of it inside her ass; as well as pictures of a lava lamp and a baseball bat and a lot of other household items being inserted into her bottom.

“Hi Lila,” I said, when I had my discharge papers in my hand.

“Hi, Bobby, how’s the arm?” Lila asked, smiling into the phone’s camera.

“It’s healing well, I should be able to get my teeth fixed here before I leave next week.” I said, holding up my discharge papers and showing my cracked teeth from the fall, so she could see.

“Oh, Bobby, I’m so happy you’re out! I’m coming to get you, I will take a few days leave.” Lila said, smiling and crying at the same time.

“No Need, just pick me up from the plane on Thursday. Four days, and I will be home for good!” I said, loving the sound of that.

“It’s so nice to hear you say this is home, I have missed you.” Lila said, waving goodbye and flashing me her nipple for good measure. “You will see more when you get home.”

I came through the arrivals gates to see Lila bouncing up and down with excitement. The people around us looked on as she melted into my arms. I was in my uniform, other than the black sling holding my arm up. We did get a lot of “Thank you for your service” from those nearby. I think they thought Lila was my wife, and I let them think that because she kind canlı casino siteleri of was.

On the way home, Lila wanted to talk about the rescue; but, all I could say was they got everyone out and that there were only a few injuries. I left out the fact that two other guys were seriously hurt, but would make a full recovery thanks to body armor. At home, Lila fussed around and got me comfortable.

“Are you after something?” I asked, reaching for Lila and pulling her in.

“I just need you to get your strength back so I can take it all out of you again,” She said, kissing me passionately.

“I have a lot of pent up energy I need to release right now, I don’t have to build up more.” I said, pulling on her nipple through her top.

“Oh, thank God, I’m about to burst!” Lila said, and started to pull my bottoms off.

We pulled off clothes, and they went flying around the room until we were naked and in each other’s arms. Well, my one arm as the other was a little useless at the moment. Lila was on top of me, taking my cockhead in her mouth. I urged her to spin around, so her pussy was over my mouth. In that position, I was looking up at the beautiful pussy and ass I had been longing for.

I pulled her body down to my mouth and licked along between her pussy lips, sucking on her clit then back to push my tongue inside as far as it would go. Lila sucked my cockhead and jacked my shaft with her hands. She was going to get a mouthful if she kept that up for too long, so I pushed her off me gently.

“I’m going to cum soon if you don’t get on me now.” I said, as Lila straddled my hips.

She held onto my shaft and positioned my cockhead at her pussy opening. Lila lowered herself onto my cock and slid down halfway. She had been practicing, and it showed. The rest of the way took a little longer, but we both enjoyed her working her magic as she wiggled and ground her pussy down on my cock. In this position, I had the advantage of using my good hand to play with her nipples and clit, getting her closer to her orgasm. By the time she had her pussy down on my cock, I was almost ready to cum. Lila was not far behind as she continued to wiggle her hips even as I tried to hold her in place.

“I’m going to cum, Honey.” I said, to give her some warning.

Lila laid back and played with her clit in an attempt to cum with me. She almost got there too. As I started to orgasm Lila followed as my last shots filled her pussy. Afterwards we just held each other, happy to be together.

I was even sleeping better; my balls always being empty may have helped. I was going through the application to join the police, and it was taking a long time. Fitness wasn’t a problem; but my references were another thing, as much of the action I had been involved in was still classified. My military friends taking the opportunity to make jokes when being asked about my character was not helpful.

It was early in the morning when Lila got a call on her mobile. I only got her side of the conversation, but it sounded terrible.

“OK Mom, we will be home as soon as I can get leave sorted; it should only take a day or two. Bobby is staying with me so we will both be there soon.” Lila said, trembling.

“Is it Dad?” I asked as she hung up.

“He isn’t doing too well; it’s the last few days and the medication has stopped working. Also, the tumors in his body stop him from being a candidate for a transplant.” Lila said, tears filling her eyes.

“I will get with the airline and arrange the tickets and hire a car. We can be there as soon as you can book leave.” I said. We knew this day was coming, but somehow it didn’t make it any easier with the knowing.

“I might call my boss, she will have an idea of when she can let me go.” Lila said, looking through her contacts on her phone.

“Alice sorry to ring you so early; but my father is on his last days, and Mom needs us to be there. I think I might need a few days. When is a better time to go?” Lila asked into the speaker.

“Lila, just go! I missed my Mother passing and have never forgiven myself. Catch the next plane and go!” Alice exclaimed in a quivering voice.

“Oh, Alice, I can’t thank you enough! I will be back as soon as I can.” Lila said, the news still hitting her.

“Just go Lila, you never know how these things will play out, I will cover you for as long as it takes. Now go, that’s the last I will hear of it.” Alice said, and hung up as she started to cry too.

Lila packed her clothes and I used her laptop to book the flights. We took an Uber to the airport, flew to the nearest airport to home, and drove the hire car four hours to our hometown. I can’t tell you the relief to see Dad still talking to Mom when we walked into the hospital. Oh my God, he looked like nothing I have ever seen before. He was thin, and his hair was pure white. I had never seen him look so sick.

“Hi Daddy.” I said, leaning in and giving him the longest hug.

“Hi Soldier boy, it’s nice to see you, but you might have been better not seeing me like this. Please, when this is over, just try to remember us on holiday at the beach in that old rusty van. That’s the memory I hold onto when things are low.” Dad said in a shaky voice. Man, he used to boom when he talked.

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Hi everybody. My name’s Bill. Let’s get something straight, off the top. I’ve always been a very sexual being. I mean, in high school and college I dated as much as possible. Most times I was going with another girl before I finished with my current girl. Sometimes I got them together. Then I met Cindy my senior year at Laurier.

Cindy was a doll. Fucking gorgeous, she was. She kinda looked like Kelly McGillis. You know, from the movie Witness? With Harrison Ford? Tall, about five eight. Boobs, not so big, but the shape of them, and her hips, her waist, and that ass. Wow, the way she filled out those jeans. And she really was, still is, stunning in a pair of jeans. Man, she loved to suck dick. She’d suck me every chance she got. After we started fucking she couldn’t give that up either. We fucked almost every night and when she wasn’t fucking she was sucking. Well, she was the one for me. I figured a woman as smart as her, as sexy as her, and with an appetite to match mine, we were made for each other.

We were married about 3 months when she stopped giving me blow jobs every day. She said her taste buds had changed and she didn’t like my taste anymore. We were still fucking every night, so that was good along with the occasional hummer. It didn’t hit me ’til months later but we slowly started easing off of that too. By then it was fucking twice a week and no blow jobs at all. I figured, hey, every relationship goes like that and we were still about average for most people. Then it was once a week, then three times a month, then twice a month, three times in two months, and so on. After 4 years of marriage, it was once a month. I suggested we go for counseling to see if we can spark her sex drive. She said she wasn’t interested and never really had been. She had just given in to me to get me to marry her. She figured it was time for me to grow up and get on with life like every other adult.

I lasted about two years like that before I had my first affair. I really didn’t want to. I was desperate for sex with my wife, not someone else. But I was away at a conference. I’d had a few drinks. And this enchanting creature that I’d met wanted to eat dinner with our group. By the time dinner was done her hand was running up and down my leg, and I was putty in her hands. I begged off more drinks with the group and she came to my room. We fucked like mad, 5 times in one night. I couldn’t get enough. I was hooked. Of course after the conference she went back to her husband in Nebraska and I went back to Mitchell-fucking-Ontario.

I tried to put it out of my mind, but I couldn’t. I felt no guilt, which actually bothered me more than the cheating did. But I was smart, successful, and under thirty and I suddenly had no trouble finding women who would gladly sleep with me. This went on for a few years until I met up, in Kitchener, with a girl I’d met online. Cindy’s brother was in town and happened to be in the same bar and saw me with her, although I didn’t see him. About two weeks later Tom, her brother from the bar, and her other two brothers Larry and Phil, met me after work and took me out to a field and worked me over pretty good.

I suppose I can’t blame them. I figured I finally got what was coming to me and resigned myself to a life of near celibacy. But then the bastards told Cindy. At a family dinner a few months later, can you believe it? What the fuck? I mean, seriously! Boy, was she pissed. She was screaming at me while her brothers and parents were sitting there. I took it for a bit, but she wouldn’t let up, then her family started in on me.

Finally I had enough and I turned to her and said, “Well, if you’d have sex with me more than 4 times a year, I wouldn’t do these things.” Ten years we’d been married now.

Cindy’s reply was something about how I was a lousy lover anyways. You could’ve heard a pin drop.

Larry spoke up and said sheepishly how I had dated his wife years ago, before Cindy. I’m ashamed to admit I don’t remember that. Anyways Laura, his wife, had told Larry I was an “amazing lover” and she would have loved to have another night with me. Her words. Larry didn’t look too happy about that but he didn’t say anything. Laura was blushing furiously but just shrugged when everyone looked at her.

Then Tom turned to me and apologized for what they had done. He said he’d cheat too if his wife only put out that often, barring a legitimate reason. Tracy, his wife, glowered at him but didn’t protest so I guess she agreed.

Cindy’s mom said that I shouldn’t have done what I did and we should have tried to work it out at therapy or something.

I had to laugh at that and just shrugged and pointed to Cindy. They all looked at her and she said she didn’t need a therapist, I was the one that was oversexed.

Her mother looked at her, then at me, then put her hand over mine. She said, “Bill, we have a neighbor who would love to meet you.” Wow. Cindy started to say something but her mother said, “I don’t know where you got your ideas, Cindy. But sex is as natural casino siteleri as breathing and it’s not healthy to stifle your sexual appetite. And it’s not fair that you stifle the man you supposedly love.”

I mean, you could have floored me with a feather. Her own parents and siblings are now defending me.

Cindy protested some more but her mom and dad weren’t having it. Her mom says, “Cindy. We all think you’re wrong. Can you not entertain the idea that you might be?”

Cindy looked at all of us. I actually felt bad for her, everyone being against her and all. After all, I was in her shoes thirty minutes earlier. But I didn’t say a word. Everyone else said their piece then let it go. The dinner broke up soon after and we left and Cindy was quiet all the way home. When we got home she went and had a shower and went to bed. Didn’t say “good night”, “I love you”, or “kiss my ass”.

She was pretty quiet for a week or so. Then she comes to me after work the next Friday and says she’s going to stay at her brother’s place. Larry’s. She says she loves me, then takes a gym bag full of stuff and goes. I gotta tell you, I was pissed. I mean, I loved her. Except for the sex thing, I loved everything else about her. I know, I know. I’m the one that fucked up by screwing around. I honestly didn’t want to. But I needed more than what she was giving me and I was starting to resent her, hate her. She was gone for a week. I didn’t fuck around that whole time. I didn’t feel like it. I felt sick and depressed. I know she went to work because I would come home at three thirty and see she had taken something out of the closet or left something in the laundry.

She came back to me on Friday. I got home at four that day and she was in the kitchen making supper. She acted like everything was normal. We had supper, talked about work, what happened that week. We sat on the couch and watched TV. The only difference was she sat closer and touched me more. Not a word about what happened.

Until we went to bed. I wasn’t expecting anything so I laid on my back in the nude, that’s how I sleep, and closed my eyes. I knew she was looking at me, but I was hurt. I know, I cheated, but in my mind she drove me to it and that hurt too.

After a few minutes she turned on her side facing me and rested her hand on my chest. God help me as much as I was pissed I still wanted her and that was enough to make my cock grow. Her fingers, just tracing through my chest hairs. She moved closer and kissed my shoulder and whispered something.

I couldn’t make it out so I just said, “Huh?”

Cindy cleared her throat and told me she loved me. Well, how could I ignore that? I rolled over to face her and told her I loved her too. She started crying and just hugged me. She told me she was sorry and said she wanted to try again. What could I say. I loved her. I rolled her over onto her back and kissed her softly on the lips. I told her I couldn’t promise I wouldn’t ever stray again, but as long as she was trying, I would too. She just stared into my eyes and nodded her understanding.

I kissed her forehead, then. I kissed her hairline, nuzzling into her scalp. Something about the smell, I don’t know. I love doing that.

I kissed all around her face, some really soft butterfly kisses. Others harder, almost sucking. I love kissing her eyelids too. The skin is so soft, so thin there. When I kissed her eyelids she smiled this really sweet smile. I could just burst from the feelings she gives me.

I kissed along her jaw line and nuzzled her ears. I lightly licked her earlobes before sucking them in my mouth and nibbling on them. She always has a shiver run down her neck when I do that. Except for when she pushes me away but this time she didn’t Then I moved to lick the skin behind her ear. I dunno, I love that too. Slightly salty, from sweat. Soft skin and the smell, a little dab of perfume, a hint of shampoo, and the sweat, all made an aroma that drove me crazy and I moaned. I could hear her giggle at my response and I was part mad and part thrilled. Mad that I couldn’t resist her. I mean, she denied me so much, it would serve her right if I denied her but I knew it wouldn’t have the same effect on her as it did me. I felt so weak. She thought nothing of pushing me away or insulting my needs. Yet all she had to do was wink and I’d be on my knees for her. Bitch.

I kissed along her hairline at the back, tugging at her soft hairs with my teeth. She has these really soft fine hairs there and they drive me crazy. I kissed and tugged and nipped her there then moved on to sucking her neck. I love feeling the tendons in her neck with my tongue. So sexy. I kissed down to her collar bone. And her shoulders. She was a farm girl so she’s nice and strong. She’s not big and bulky strong but you can feel and see she’s no waif. I started to kiss my way down her arms but she grabbed my head and moved it down her body. I took the hint and kissed my way to her breasts. Breasts sounds so… technical. So proper. I’m gonna say tits, ’cause that’s slot oyna what we usually say, although it’s a little coarse.

So I kiss and lick my way to her boobs. Tits. I just love her tits. I’m not a fan of big pendulous tits. To me they look udderly ridiculous. Ha ha! That’s a joke we have, ‘udderly ridiculous’. I don’t want her to ever think I wish she had bigger breasts. So I say that to show her how I feel about them.

Anyways, I’m kissing her tits, cupping them. I nip at the gentle curve on the bottom and nibble my way around to the top. I don’t wanna be one of those guys that attacks the nipple so I give it just a few sucks before I play with the rest of her breast. Tit. Eventually as she gets hotter I focus more on the nipples. Until finally I’m sucking hard on one nipple while squeezing the other tit fairly hard and pinching that nipple.

That’s one thing I didn’t get. I mean, the few times we did have sex, she seemed like she enjoyed it. Her nipples got hard. Her pussy got wet. She did have orgasms, I know it. I’ve seen enough women cum that I knew the signs. The way her face and upper chest got flushed. The way her pussy squeezed my fingers, or dick, and she got even wetter. So why didn’t she want to do that more?

Anyways. Ummm, yeah. I’m working her tits over pretty good and I feel her breathing is getting a little heavier. I keep working on her tits with my mouth, going back and forth between them and slide my other hand down her stomach. I love the curves on her stomach. I mean, she’s not eighteen anymore, eh? She’s a woman with a career and a husband. She’s gotten a little soft. I love it. I can’t explain it but I love running my hand over that soft pad between her hip bones and gently squeezing it. I think it makes her feel self conscious, but I love it. I stroke her stomach and her waist for a little while before I move my hand down.

Now, there’s so many things about her below her waist that I love. She has fairly large hips, and I love feeling her hip bones sticking up, with that valley then her lower stomach between them. I love the tendons of her thighs where they meet up with her groin. The slight hollow there between the tendons and the curves of her ass behind them. I run my hand over her pubic mound and graze my fingers through the top of her slit. I can feel she’s already wet so I gather the moisture a bit on my finger and spread it around. That’s as far as I go for now, though she’s moaning and humping her pussy at my hand. I keep touching her pubis, her mound, and squeezing it a bit. I push downwards towards her clit, and she feels that, although I’m not actually touching it. I keep doing that for a bit until she moans and tells me to get on with it.

I move my hand down to her thigh and lightly stroke it, the inner part, and the curve of her ass, since she’s got her legs spread wide apart. Then I start kissing my way down to her pussy. I just love eating her pussy. The smell alone is enough to get me hard, and as I get closer I can smell how heated up she is. She tried to stop me.

“God damnit, just fuck me.” she said as she hunched her pussy up at me. No way I was gonna do that and have it end there for another three months. I was gonna enjoy myself. I kept kissing and licking my way down her stomach as I finally moved my fingers to her pussy. I just stroked the outside while she humped away, trying to get more. I finally got my tongue just above her pussy. I licked at the top of her slit then sucked her clit into my mouth. At the same time I stuck two fingers into her pussy and she screamed. It’s a good thing we don’t have kids ’cause they’d have waken up.

I slid my fingers in and out and sucked and licked at her clit and she had what I figured was her first orgasm in three months. Actually I was certain it was her first because I don’t think she masturbated. Even when she was an enthusiastic partner she said she had no need for it. I kept her fulfilled, she said. She squeezed her thighs so hard I thought she was gonna shear off my fingers. She was panting and moaning, and her whole body was rigid, shaking. I know some men say they’re a pleaser. Their goal is to please women. Truth is, most of them want to please women so women will give them what they want. I enjoy pleasing women. I get immense pleasure from seeing her smile, hearing her gasp, watching her face crinkle in that painful way that shows her crisis is imminent. But that was nothing compared to the pleasures I got from seeing my precious Cindy like that. Many a time I would forego my own release to see she got hers, when she let me go that far. And that night, she got hers. As her quivering and moaning died down I softly kissed her mound. When she relaxed her legs I slowly eased my fingers out of her and softly stroked her pussy lips as she calmed down. I moved up beside her, intending to cuddle. You know, hold her and kiss her and help bring her back into the world.

She was crying. She threw herself at me and clung to me like I was a St. Bernard in a snow storm. I just held her and said, “Ssshhhh”. canlı casino siteleri I had a feeling why she was upset. At least I hoped I did. Thankfully I was right, for once. She told me she was sorry for driving me away, to those other women. And she said it was so hard when we made love, for her to not keep doing it. I asked her why she wouldn’t do it then. Wouldn’t have sex with me more.

She didn’t answer me directly. She just told me what happened when she went to Larry’s. Larry was out when she got there and Laura had sent the kids to her mother’s. Laura said she and Larry felt bad for how I treated her, and I was such a bad guy. I guess Laura beat me pretty badly with her stories and cursing. Cindy said she felt bad because she knew Laura was wrong, but she couldn’t admit it. I guess they were drinking pretty good and since Cindy isn’t much of a drinker she was hammered in no time.

Cindy said she dozed off and when she woke up she was tied up. She said she was naked and Laura was sitting there staring at her. Laura told her she knew she was lying and she was going to get the truth out of her. She told Cindy she was bisexual and was really good at eating pussy. Cindy was tied in a chair with her legs wide apart, and Laura started eating her pussy. She said Laura took her to the edge of orgasm many times but wouldn’t let her cum.

Cindy was crying a bit when she told me this, although I knew she was getting turned on too. Her nipples had gotten hard and her breathing was deeper again. My cock was hard as a rock, thinking about my sister in law eating my wife. Cindy said every time she got close to cumming Laura would stop and ask her why she wouldn’t have sex with me. Laura asked her if I was really that bad and Cindy told her no. Laura asked her if she liked what I did with her and Cindy told her yes. But when Laura asked Cindy why she wouldn’t fuck me Cindy wouldn’t tell her and Laura would start teasing her again.

Cindy said at one point her brother Larry came home. She said he stood in front of her and looked at her body then looked in her eye. Larry said he couldn’t blame me at all for what I did. Seeing her every day and not being able to touch her. He said he was disgusted with her, then left the room.

A few minutes later Laura went in the other room with Larry. She told Laura she was so horny she had to go and do what real married people do. All the time Cindy was talking to me she was crying but she cried even harder when she told me that. She continued and said she heard Larry and Laura fucking, they’d left the bedroom door open. She heard them moaning, and Laura’s dirty talk. Then Laura was cumming. After that Laura came back out, naked this time. She’d been fully dressed earlier. Laura told Cindy she felt so good after fucking her husband then asked Cindy if she felt the same way after we did it.

Cindy admitted she did. Laura told her how good she felt, knowing she made her husband happy and knowing he wanted her, then she again asked Cindy if she felt the same way. You know, with us. Cindy admitted she did, again.

Cindy didn’t talk for a few minutes. Finally she said that after that last question Laura got up into her face and roughly pulled her hair back and screamed at her, “Then why the fuck do you treat your husband that way?”

“The only answer I had was so stupid I couldn’t say it.” Cindy said. She went on to explain. In college she’d taken a class in sociology, specifically dealing with marriage. She said the professor had a lot of advice, and most of it made sense. Then the prof told them that sex in marriage is a wonderful thing but that eventually the couple gets tired of each other. The prof said that the way to avoid that was to only have sex on rare occasions. That way it’s more wonderful, it’s appreciated more, and the anticipation makes it even better.

Well. I was flabbergasted. I’d never heard such a thing, and apparently neither had Larry or Laura. They told Cindy, plain out, how stupid she was. And they told her she was damn lucky I’d even stayed with her. After telling me all this, Cindy was really crying. She wanted to make it up to me but she wasn’t sure how. Well, I knew how. I was still hard as granite after hearing about her and Laura. I pulled her on top of me and told her, “Fuck me.” She did, even though she was still crying.

I know Cindy loves that position so I let her enjoy it for a minute, get into it. Then I told her I wanted her to tell me about Laura. She wasn’t too sure about that and I told her I didn’t care. As her husband, I deserved to know. So Cindy started talking about Laura. She told me how good Laura was at eating pussy. Even better than me, which she never thought there could be anyone better. And how Laura made her eat her pussy. She described Laura’s body, in detail. The mole on the inside of her thigh that Cindy liked to lick.

I’d mentioned earlier about not remembering Laura from before but that mole rang a bell. Anyways Cindy went on about Laura, the way her asshole crinkles oddly on one side because of a hemorrhoid she has from when she was pregnant. The way Laura yelped when she came. She said twice Laura went back to her bedroom and fucked Larry, then came back to Laura’s room and slept with her.

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