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She clambered out of the shower, drying her hair and wrapped her green towel around her body. Her wet warm feet, still pink from the hot water, padded across the floor. She opened the door and turned the corner into her dorm room. And there sitting in the illicit candle light, on her desk chair, right where no one expected her, was a pair of legs. And on those legs was a thin, fairly busty girl. Dressed in a short black and red plaid skirt, tall black leather boots, and tight, tiny black tank top, was the most gorgeous girl Annie had ever seen. Her mouth watered, and her jaw fell, almost causing her to drool. Slowly the girl turned her head. Her green streaked black hair and eyebrow ring twinkled in the dancing firelight. Slowly the mysterious girl stood, and crossed the room to Annie, and leaning in close, just as their lips were about to meet, her arm snaked out and around Annie’s still wet and towel encased form to close the door.

Clicking the little button in the handle, the hand pulled back, just fast enough to rip the towel off of Annie’s nude body, her nipples hardening instantly in the small breeze and erotic atmosphere.

Pulling Annie across the room, she started to dry the surprised girls hair, working the hair in the towel. Her own hair long and down to her waist shifted and danced with the work her body was doing. Her long red fingernails prodded every which way. And Annie watched, when she could, the mystery girl’s face. She watched as her nose scrunched in concentration, and she bit her glossy lips in anticipation, everyone in a while licking them. Her long eyelashes seemed to dance with the light, looking even blacker and longer than they should have.

Annie could feel her pussy start to leak. As soon as she saw this beauty in her room she knew she had to have her, and now it looked like everything might be working in her favor. Suddenly the towel was ripped off of her head. Leaving her as bare as she could be, her nipples hard, her shaved pussy wet, her face fully exposed to this stranger. And as she wonders about where her boyfriend was, she feels the long fingernails slide and scrape over her neck, while the other hand does the same over her stomach. Annie leans forward, eager to taste her lips and tongue. And the stranger backs away, grabbing Annie’s ass as she does so, pulling it firmly. Pulling them towards the bed. Annie reaches bahis firmaları out, her hand sliding into the lustrous black and green hair, pulling the other woman into a kiss. As their mouths come together, Annie’s hands slide down and over the others body. Their tongues dancing, their lips eating one another, her hands roam the other. And the beauty does the same to her. Annie’s hands unzip the skirt, letting it fall to the floor. The strange woman’s hands scratch Annie’s back, and grabbing her cheeks.

Annie’s hands work them selves up, tugging at the small tank top, pulling it up, until their kiss has to break, so that she can peel the other woman down to her black lace bra, black lace thong, and her tall, shiny, high heeled boots, black lace just peeking over the top. She unclips the bra, letting it fall down the shoulders, then arms of the black haired stranger. Finally Annie sighs as the other’s lips enclose themselves over Annie’s neck, sucking and nibbling under her ear, working their way up to her lobe, and then back down, her white teeth flashing in the candle light as she nibbles on flesh. Her hands re at work, puling, pushing, prodding, scraping, kneading every bit of Annie’s skin. Annie’s hands, in turn, return the compliment. Her mouth however is gaping, her eyes closed in pleasure. Her pussy drips at a rate now equal to a small creek, wetting the fingertips that come so close to her outer lips, and as they pull apart her inner lips. She sighs and pulls at the black lacy thong. sadly she disengages from the magic fingers and mouth, to kneel, pulling at the waistband of the panties, pulling them down the long sleek legs, over the boots and off, foot by foot.

Kissing her way back up the legs, she can taste the fluids of the others vagina. Tracing the flavor up her leg she kisses the outer lips of the shaven pussy. Hot, wet, and red. Sliding a hand up the flat stomach, she cups the tit of this unknown person. Sliding her tongue along the slits, she finally tastes this ambrosia. Her tongue laves over the only slightly open smile. Flicking at the end, she hits the clit and is rewarded with a gasp and the shuddering. More juice floods her tongue as it pushes its way into the pussy of this beautiful woman. Pulling on the nipples, and fucking her with her tongue she smiles, her jaw muscles hurting in such a grand way. Finally, as she feels the more wavering kaçak iddaa stance shift, the boot covered legs close, pushing Annie’s eager face away. Grazing her jaw with the fingernails, she is drawn up, and towards the bed.

Annie’s rises, only to knock her legs on the mattress and sit hard. The others hand pushes Annie’s legs apart, and traces little lines over her inner thighs. Her mouth encapsulates a nipple, biting it, and pulling it deep into the wanton mouth. Annie’s mouth however is dry and open, her hands grab at black hair, and blanket, one to pull the other in, and one to hold her down. Slowly the mouth opens, and the cold air causes Annie to sigh. Only to gasp as those same lips press against her nether lips, opening them up in a different kind of kiss. Annie sighs and shudders as the tongue flicks her clit, licking up and down the sides of her lips, sliding around her puckered asshole. And still the strange hands stroke Annie’s body. Playing with nipples, grazing neck, scraping backs and thighs. As the tongue floods Annie’s pussy, she floods the tongue, cumming so hard she sees black and stars. And still the beautiful stranger laps away, drinking every drop, her own hand now sawing in her own hot spot.

Annie, limp from Cumming so hard, gasping deep to pull absent air in her chest, feels her hands being moved, feels the soft cuffs being attached to her hands, then to her legs, the one silk tie holding the last free limb. The smell of pussy juice pulls close filling the air that Annie breathes. The long red fingernails, and tips, still wet from finger-fucking their master, trace themselves down Annie’s cheek, until they land on her lower lip, still trembling. She sucks them in, drawing off each drop of dew, feeling deprived that the source isn’t there, grinding itself into her face. And then almost as if that said source could hear her, it enveloped her mouth, the lips open before her, the nectar flowing feely. The beautiful pale moon of this dark angel’s ass over her, the tiny rosebud between perfect cheeks. and Annie stopped looking at the scenery, she sank her tongue in as deep as she could, craning her neck as much as she could to pleasure this wanton creature, this succubus.

She could taste the heat and wet, the lust in this box, everything was in here. She bit at the clit, licked the lips, she forced her tongue into the tight asshole, kaçak bahis reveling in the musky, earthy flavors that surrounded her, that made her so happy, so hungry for more. And then she became aware of the buzzing. The cold rubber followed, pushing itself deep into Annie’s pussy, her walls pulling it in deeper and her hips began to thrash around on the bed, the frame squeaking, and Annie didn’t care, she was drowning in delicious pussy juice, and just drowning in pleasure. The egg snaked its way deep into her body, her g-spot tingling, her clit throbbing. Juice was flowing all over now, it covered her face, and it race down her body, soaking the bed beneath her.

She felt it then, the warm, hard tip of his cock. She knew it so well. It pushed its way into her. And her walls squeezed him almost painfully tight. And as soon as his head slid into her body, she came again. Moaning she bit lightly on the clit in her mouth. And as she soaked his penis, her face was flooded with girl juice. It ran over her tongue, and she drank it like it would kill her not to. And her fucked her hard, the eggs buzzing away hard, the pussy in her mouth crying into her. Her nipples were being tugged now, long fingernails scraping along her rib cage. He pulled out, her hips trying to hold him as they rose of the bed, only to be covered by a soft womanly mouth. Her meal left her mouth. And she opened her eyes, to see him standing a little off to the side. He approached, and she kissed the part of him she could reach, his cock, still dripping from herself. And she sucked his head into her mouth, wishing she could be free of these straps. And as the mouth below her fucked her, she let her mouth be fucked. The egg till whirred away, her hips thrashing to be rid of the pure pleasure/agony that had become her night. Suddenly he announced that was going to cum, clenching one of her tits in his hand he began to cum, filling her mouth, he jerked out when his knees buckled and he began to cover her face. She had never seen him cum so much, shed felt it, and swallowed it, but Annie had never been covered in so much of him. And then she began to cum again. And the mouth left only to reappear by her own mouth, kissing her, the two women began to kiss in earnest, cum in all persons covering faces and tongues. And he began to slow the egg down; pulling it out of Annie’s twitching pussy. She gasped as it finally exited, and the mysterious woman began to clean Annie’s face, licking all the fast drying globs of his seed. Cleaning her, as cats do, as pussies do. Annie began to lightly doze, a smile on her face….

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The plumber was late, damn it! Thought Mia angrily, she had an appointment at 4 o clock and it was 3 now the plumber was due 2 o clock, she paced the living room, glancing at the clock on the wall, she was about to phone the agency and have her say when the door bell rang.

An angry comment was on the tip of her tongue as she opened it, but it stuck in her throat as she took in the man standing at her door, he was the plumber it said so on his blue t shirt.

“Sorry I’m late, but my truck broke down” he said apologetically, “Oh that’s ok, I wasn’t in a rush” Mia said in more of a whimper, she just stood there staring at him, her clear green eyes clearly taking in his appearance, he must of stood at 5 foot 11, his short hair was gelled into tiny spikes, he had nicely shaped eyebrows that framed his blue eyes, gorgeous deep blue eyes that Mia wondered if she could drown in them, her gaze slid to his mouth, soft pink lips that looked like they were demanding to be kissed and teased.

Mia jumped startled when he suddenly coughed, she blushed embarrassed, and “Oh erm this way follow me” she said to him and led him in the kitchen.

“It’s the sink, I’ve tightened the pipe but its still leaking,” she explained.

She watched him bend down to take a look and her eyes appreciated the position this entailed, he wore jeans that stretched tight across his ass, making her want to reach out and slap it. Again she jumped guilty when he stood quickly and caught her staring, he grinned showing straight white teeth.

“The pipe needs changing, it shouldn’t take long, I’ve just got to go and get the part from my truck” he said and disappeared out the door.

When he came back Mia had put the kettle on, “Tea?” she asked.

“The casino siteleri would be lovely thank you” he said

“Do you take sugar?” he gave a cheeky grin and shook his head.

“No thank you I’m sweet enough”, Mia giggled and poured the tea.

She watched as he set to work, his long legs stretched out as he removed the pipe.

“Can you pass me the new fitting please?” he asked, Mia retrieved the piece, as she bent down her hair touched his hand and she could of sworn she heard him moan.

The job was done quickly, which disappointed Mia, she stood and leaned again the counter, the plumber stood, “Job done” he said with a smile.

He walked over to Mia; he stood in front of her before leaning forward Mia gasped slightly before realizing he was reaching for his tea.

He took a gulp of it and set the cup down, “Nice place you have here, live alone?” he asked.

Mia nodded and reached to play with a strand of her hair, the plumber’s eyes narrowed on her mouth as she licked her lips, she stared at him hungrily.

He leant forward again but this time he pressed his lips gently on Mia’s he pulled back waiting for her reaction.

She put her arms around his neck and pulled her to him, her lips moved against his greedily, his tongue darted in to her mouth, she moaned against him, and pushed her body against his.

His hands slid down to hips encased in a tight skirt, then they moved round to cup her ass, he squeezed.

Mia could feel her nipples pressing through the thin fabric of her bra and blouse, her cunt was throbbing and pulsing she wanted him inside her, she moved her hands to his t shirt and slid them under to feel his hard chest.

She almost cried slot oyna out when she was suddenly lifted and planted in the work surface, the skirt rode up and he moved between her legs, she leant back as his hand found its way to her swollen cunt.

“Spread your legs” he demanded, she did so and she felt his fingers work there way into her wet panties, he slid his finger up and down her lips, slowly before coming up to pinch her sensitive clit, she pressed her hips against his fingers.

She opened her blouse and started to play with her nipples, she watched as his eyes darkened, and he bent his head, and nipped her growing nipples through her bra as he slammed 2 fingers in to her soaking wet entrance, she cried and gripped the work surface, pulling her legs open wider.

“That’s it you slut you like it like this don’t you” he said with a growl, he added another finger forcing its way through her tight passage, Mia groaned and bit her lip, she could feel the tension building up.

“Oh god please” she begged as she bucked against him, his thumb came to stroke her clit and she exploded her juices dribbling down her legs.

“You dirty bitch you’ve made a mess” the plumber said and brought his fingers up for her to suck her juices off. His cock was straining against his jeans, he reached round and undid her bra letting her breasts bounce out, her nipples looked slightly bruised where he had but them, this turned him on even more.

He stepped back to look at her swollen wet cunt, he undid his jeans and pushed them down along with his boxers letting his 7 inch cock spring free, Mia groaned as she looked down at him he was thick and long standing straight up from his dark curly pubic hair.

Mia felt herself get canlı casino siteleri aroused again as she looked at him, she reached down to gently caress her clit and swollen lips, she looked him, he moved forward and pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, he took it in his and hand began sliding it up and down her slit, “Beg me to fuck you like the slut you are” he growled.

“Please fuck me, I want your fat cock in my cunt” Mia moaned helplessly, she was so turned on she would have said anything to him.

He stepped back then slammed into her, he felt her cunt tighten around him, her hot wet tunnel gripping him, as he moved he grabbed her hips, and used them to slam his hips forward.

Mia’s knuckles were going white as she gripped the side; the plumber moved faster and harder slamming into her his balls banging against her ass.

He picked her up still with his cock inside her and moved her to the table, before pushing her feet up he held her knees apart, and looked down to watch his cock disappear in to her hairy cunt.

Mia was gasping and writhing, she reached down to play with her clit, fingering it. The plumber dug his fingers into her skin and rammed his cock into her before pulling out and cumming all over her firm breasts, he watched as it dripped off her nipples and ran down her stomach.

Mia brought her hand to rub it against her; the plumber pushed 2 fingers into her cunt, and slammed them into her once, twice before she came screaming.

She sat up her breath coming out in short pants, and watched as he did his jeans up, his cum still glistening on his chest.

“I think I have a leaky shower, will you be able to come out tomorrow and take a look for me” Mia asked with lustful eyes.

The plumber grinned, “Same time?” he asked

Mia looked at her watch it was ten to four, but she couldn’t exactly go and see her gynecologist now!

“Sure” she said, and watched as he let himself out.

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This story involves some bodily functions so if that bothers you, don’t proceed any further. Everyone is over 18 years of age. It helps if you read the earlier chapters, but it is not essential to enjoying the story.

*****

Aunt Kay called me to arrange for her to come see me as I had been advised by the e-mail from Uncle Lee. I’d accepted her request for disciplining, confirmed by his notes, that she had been doing a bad job at her responsibilities in their household. It was not just a matter of keeping the place clean, which she wasn’t so good at, but she had messed up on some financial matters.

When she first came to see me, I was a little reluctant to take this on. First of all, I had to keep it secret from Kay’s sister, my Mom. Second, I was all of 21 and she was about 10 years older. It did seem strange for me to be disciplining my aunt, however young and sloppy she might be. But I took the task on and found I enjoyed getting the chance to spank her.

Kay has a slight build, with a petite figure, small breasts and a cute shaved pussy and nice rounded bottom. I also discovered that she did not wipe herself well so I supervised and wiped her in the bathroom as well. If she found this horribly embarrassing, she didn’t seem to show much feeling except that she didn’t want my Mom to know about it.

This bothered me and even though my Mom doesn’t bother me much, I wasn’t comfortable with any kind of sneaking around. So I decided to talk to her. I sat down over tea and carefully explained how my aunt and uncle had approached me.

Mom smiled and said, “This was bound to happen. Kay has never really matured properly. I’m just surprised that it was you they selected to do something with her.”

I told her I hoped she wouldn’t mind if I kept at this and she laughed, “Better you than me, darling! I gave up on doing anything to straighten Kay out ages ago! Please go ahead and you have my blessing and I won’t say anything to anyone.”

Aunt Kay arrived quietly a couple of afternoons later, and I had managed to leave work a little early to be ready for her. I decided to dress up, a bit severely, so I could start looking more dominant. I even put my hair up in a nice bun.

Kay came as usual to the wing of the house my brother Rob and I shared, rather than encounter my mother in the main entrance to the house. Rob had indicated that he would enjoy being present for the next disciplinary session. But when Kay arrived, he was nowhere to be seen.

She was wearing a nice set of separates. Grey skirt and bright blue blouse. She has auburn hair and it was in a ponytail so she looked very cute. I doubt anyone would have guessed she’s a decade older than I am.

“All right, Kay,” I began. “You probably know why you’re here. It seems that my disciplining has not had much impact on the way you behave at home. So we shall have to impose some steps with…more impact.”

“Lift your skirt,” I gave her the starting command.

She responded without any backtalk. She flipped up her grey skirt and there were white panties and a matching garter belt and sheer hose on display. I did like it that she bothered to dress for me.

I guided her over my lap, picked up my little graphite rod, and began to snap it on her pantied bottom. Her white panties were cut quite high and left much of her bottom uncovered. Soon I still decided to have them down and I liked snapping the rod, which was eliciting small cries from Kay on each snap, on her cute little bottom cheeks.

I also enjoyed staring down between her legs as I prodded her to keep her legs open. Now I reached down and ran my fingertip right up her furrow and touched her hard little button in front and let my finger go right into her sopping vaginal opening. She was definitely wet.

After her bottom was nicely striped from the rod, I started questioning her.

“I’m not having you back here again and again so you can get your jollies from being disciplined,” I told her. “For some reason, you seem to resist changing the way you interact with your husband and I mean to get to the bottom of this conflict.”

I gave her two strong casino siteleri spanks on each cheek. “Tell me the truth, Kay,” I said, “I think you like being treated like a little girl here and being embarrassed. I plan to make things both embarrassing and painful and you may not like what happens. The more thought I’ve been giving this, I think there’s a basic problem in your relationship with your husband. We may have to have him here, as well as others, including my brother, and yes, my mother.”

Kay started protesting. “Please don’t let my sister know about this,” she pleaded. “You don’t know that she was given authority over me by our mother and she would discipline me when we were growing up. She’s the one who got me into this.”

“What about your husband?” I asked.

“He’s a perfect gentleman,” Kay answered in a sweeter tone, “and you know already that he will not strike me. But he does not excite me in bed and I don’t know what can be done about that.”

“Are you sure he’s the problem?” I followed up. “Maybe you’re the one with the light libido?”

I pointed to the closet where I had hung up a schoolgirl outfit for Kay to wear when being punished.

“Put on that outfit,” I pointed to the closet rail. “First the little white tight panties and the training bra. It won’t even hurt too much because you have a petite frame and small tits. Then the white blouse and the plaid skirt. I’ll put some ribbons in your hair.”

Soon Kay looked about half her age, and a perfectly-attired parochial school girl. I took her back over my lap and pushed her little skirt up and started spanking her over her tight little panties. She was looking like a schoolgirl but she was a schoolgirl with a cameltoe that pushed out of the tight panties.

I heard Rob arrive in his adjoining bedroom and buzzed him on his phone and told him to come in.

“Will Rob see me like this?” Kay asked, in a fearful voice.

“He certainly will and that won’t be all he sees…or does,” I said with a chuckle in my speech.

Rob was wearing sweats from having worked out but he had showered and was looking good.

“Rob, you know that I’m disciplining Aunt Kay for her misbehavior but I want you to test out how she responds to your advances,” I said calmly.

“Kay, he is going to make love to you right here on my bed and I’m going to watch,” I told her crisply.

“Oh this is terribly embarrassing and I feel like I’m cheating,” she wailed.

“Your husband has given me total authority to work with you,” I replied, “and that is what will happen.”

Rob took Aunt Kay in his arms and gave her a real hug which was amazing in that she is this petite woman and he is pretty big and well-muscled.

I helped him by unbuttoning her blouse, unzipping her little skirt, and slipping both off her small frame.

Rob eased himself out of his sweats and I put my thumbs in the waistband of Kay’s tiny panties and slipped them down and off, as well as unhooking and removing her bra.

I had Kay lie on her back on the bed with her legs spread and her bare pussy looked half her age, too. Then Rob came over and lay between her legs and started lapping at her cunt. He managed to get his tongue into her small opening and also lavished some attention on her pointy little clit. He pushed her legs up and moved his talented tongue right into her anal opening.

Rob knew as did I that she would need a lot of preparation. Her husband, my Uncle Lee, was an average-sized man and I assumed that when they had sex, he went right at it and she probably was turned off because without much warm-up, it would likely hurt her badly.

Rob enjoyed tasting her, he told me later, and said she had a nice clean taste. My brother has become quite the expert in how girls taste vaginally and rectally.

Soon Kay was starting to writhe on the bed under Rob’s continuing ministrations. The whole thing was getting me hot and bothered as well but I had to persevere in this program if I wanted to see Kay start to learn what sex should be like.

Finally, Rob decided that it was all right to start. He felt Kay’s vulva and inserted two fingers slot oyna and experienced a warm, wet inside touch. Kay was now panting and wanting him to enter her.

She reached out with trepidation to touch his engorged cock and Rob smiled at her low-key effort to show him she appreciated his attentions. He decided she wasn’t ready to take it into her small mouth so he propped himself up over her on his strong arms and very very slowly began to insinuate his cock into her still small vaginal opening.

He took it slowly so that Kay was actually prompting him to slip more and more into her obviously stretchable vagina.

He began to thrust softly and Kay wrapped her legs around his waist and held on while he gave her the kind of ride she had been needing and not getting for a long, long time.

She was lost in the throes of oncoming orgasm but I asked her if this was something different from what she experienced at home.

Kay’s look of excited enthusiasm turned dark for a moment and told me all I needed to know.

Rob now moved into his stage of fucking her still with gentleness but now regular pistoning. Kay was loving it and I could see her experiencing probably the first orgasms she had had in ages.

I had ascertained that she was on the pill so I had told Rob beforehand that it was ok for him to spurt right into her deep vaginal recesses. I think it took him a while to catch up with her but soon I noted the tell-tale signs that he was about to ejaculate and that he did. It had been a long build-up for him as he had learned to hold off in fucking both Kathy and me.

Soon he began to shrink and withdraw from Kay’s sopping opening. I put a little saucer right under her because I wanted to save her juices mixed with Rob’s cum for her. I took her in my arms after she had dribbled so much out into the saucer. She felt spent but I had not seen such a happy look on her face in a long time.

“So now you’ve seen what it can be like, haven’t you?” I asked.

Kay nodded to me.

“I want you to change the way you deal with your husband on business matters,” I ordered. “You will pay full attention and earn his confidence. Do I have your word? We are going to work with him and you will be surprised at the way he will change when it comes to the bedroom, although I know you don’t think it can happen.”

I decided to provide a bit more embarrassment to make her remember what had happened. I told Kay to get up on the chair on her knees facing the back so her bare bottom was especially on display. Then I took a medium-sized butt plug I had, lubed it and used my finger to prepare her anus, and then slowly but steadily inserted it into her anal opening.

I had done this slowly enough that I could see that this anal invasion was not at all painful for her. But to make the whole thing less pleasant, I attached a furry tail to the plug so Kay now had a tail emerging from her butt-hole.

I started to feel that we might be getting somewhere with Kay. She wasn’t the cringing, annoying middle-aged woman any more but clearly was capable of arousal and now knew she could be turned on and could enjoy a good fuck.

After letting her stay on the chair with her ass exposed and the tail protruding from her bottom, I walked over, slowly removed the tailed plug, and picked up my rod.

“This is to remind you to follow through on what you agreed to do,” I said firmly and Kay kept saying, “I will!” while I snapped the little rod of her already red bottom.

Rob had retired to his bedroom so I told Kay she could get dressed in her own clothes and leave for home. She smiled at me and said she was amazed at what had happened today.

“I’ll never forget, Susan,” she said with some clear warmth in her voice, “that you made me realize that I’m not a dried-up dame but can enjoy this. I guess it’s better that I leave without seeing Rob again but please thank him for me.”

I told her I would and before she left, I told her I was sending her home with a note for Uncle Lee.

She didn’t seem to want that but I told her it was part of the package and that if she didn’t take it to him canlı casino siteleri sealed I would call off this exercise.

I sat down and punched out a note on my computer:

“Dear Uncle Lee,

“We had a productive session here today. I want to discuss it with you and I want you to come see me, with Aunt Kay, sometime soon. At this point, I think there is a lot of progress we can make but you will be part of it.

“I think that is all I will say here but do arrange to see me soon with Aunt Kay.

“Warmly,

“Susan”

I printed it out, signed it, and put it in a small envelope and sealed that, giving it to Kay. She put on her light jacket, kissed me sweetly on the lips, and left.

I knocked on Rob’s door and Kathy opened it, with a huge smile on her face (and no clothing on her lovely figure) as she took me in her arms and held me tight, while feeling me up, from my tits to my panty crotch.

“I wish I had been here to see it, Susan,” she gushed. “Rob told me what happened and I began thinking how incredible you are at being able to suss out what was behind your aunt’s screwy behavior.”

Then she proceeded to undress me. She unbuttoned my blouse and unzipped my skirt. This time it was the three of us as before but now we were in Rob’s bed, which made it feel different, at least to me.

Kathy was a real sweetheart to me. She must’ve sensed that I had been the odd one out when Rob was enjoying screwing Kay. So she started licking me and playing with me, her hands and fingers roaming over my clit and into my vagina and yes, into my tight anal opening too. It was just heavenly.

She came up for air and we kissed and held each other tight, our boobs pressing into the other’s. I felt semi-satisfied, enough to urge her to let Rob have a round with her. She grinned, and duly lay back on the bed with her split invitingly calling to Rob, and to me too. Rob knew what she liked as he fingered her down in front and kissed her abundantly and deeply the old-fashioned way, on her lips and in her mouth.

Soon they were entwined with Kathy’s lithe legs v around my brother just as Kay had done less than an hour before. Rob showed no signs of fatigue. I actually was tired even though I hadn’t been screwing with anyone.

Kathy suggested that Rob save his cum for me but I waved her off. “I’d much rather let him enjoy that with you, my dear,” I smiled as I urged them on. I had developed a new respect for both of them, based, I must confess, on what seemed like incredible sensitivity by both of them to what the other desired at any given moment.

Rob was a generous lover and he clearly found his mate in this charming young woman who was even happy when she consented for him to impale me on his delightful cock. Rob and Kathy then seemed to reach their climaxes at almost the same moment and I watched as they lovingly held each other in their arms as they came down from that marvelous instant.

After they had calmed down, I urged them to come into our shared bathroom and I stripped down and got into our large tub with the two of them. I took the loofah and washed them both down with some scrubbing. Then I took the spray nozzle and gave Kathy’s vadge a nice washing out. I took another moment to wash off my brother’s now-quite soft equipment, as I rinsed off the collected remnants of two women’s orgasms.

Kathy said she needed to pee and moved to step out and sit on the toilet. I told her she should go ahead and do it in my mouth. It only took her a second to realize I wasn’t joking and I soon had her facing me but with her vulva now staring me in the face slightly above me while she was able then to release a strong pungent urine stream. I swallowed some of her pee and the rest ran over my face.

After she finished, Rob insisted on licking her clean, which was nice to watch.

“Hey, what about me?” I asked in a whiny tone that he grinned at as he bent over to lick my wet face and then took the spray nozzle to wash me off thoroughly.

“You two have to be the world’s most considerate couple,” I gushed as I enjoyed the whole sequence. I’ve said that I don’t have a lot of feeling for other women sexually but Kathy was irresistible. I hoped she felt at least a little of that for me but it didn’t matter because she showed that she enjoyed me being there while they were intimate and we all played together.

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A quick story about first time jitters. My recollection of the jitters is real enough but the details are fictitious. I hope I captured the sweetness of memory. All the characters are over the age of 18.

Enjoy. Helpful feedback is always welcome, so please comment.

Thank you to LarryInSeattle for his assistance with this story.

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“Don’t you like me?”

The words fell as softly as snow on a quiet morning but they crushed me. I liked her. I liked her a lot.

“No,” I stuttered, scrambling to dream up some way of salvaging the situation.

Her lip trembled. “No?”

“Huh? What? NO! I mean ‘no’ to your question, not no I don’t like you. Of course I like you. I like you a lot.”

We had slid down the couch to a mostly horizontal position. I sat up so I could look at her. She looked sad and teary and my heart clenched in my chest.

“Then why won’t you do more than kiss me? Why won’t you touch me? Do you hate my body that much?”

The question baffled me such that I had been unable to think clearly. At the time, longer ago than I care to admit, my nineteen year-old self had never considered that other people might be as insecure as I was. When the circuits clear and I was able to speak, my astonishment was evident.

“Hate your body? Are you nuts? Why would I hate your body?”

“Because,” she sniffled and a single tear detached from the corner of her eye and dashed toward her ear. “My boobs are small and my hips are big and my hair is always a mess and I can’t see without my damn glasses.” She sniffled again. “Should I go on?”

“No,” I gaped at her, stunned. “No, it all makes sense now. You’re nuts. Bouncing off rubber walls, bat-shit, looney tunes crazy.” I shook my head in disbelief. “There’s nothing wrong with your body Jill. Don’t be a dope.”

“Then what’s wrong? We’ve been dating since we got back from Christmas break. The year’s almost over. I’ll be back in Nebraska, you’ll be here, too busy to write more than a couple of letters, and all we’ve done is kiss. Don’t you want to do more?” She paused, giving me a chance to answer but I was silent. “Is it a religious thing? You never go to church or talk about religion but is that it?”

Her face was a mask of confusion and sincerity and so completely vulnerable and adorable I knew I had to reach down deep and be honest. I had to make it work.

“I don’t know what to do,” I admitted, my eyes dropping to stare at my own knees. “I’ve never done anything more than kiss a girl. I’m afraid I’ll screw it all up and end up looking like a total spaz.”

When I forced myself to look at her, she didn’t look as if she was about to laugh. She looked puzzled.

“What do you mean you don’t know what to do? Just touch me silly. It’s pretty hard to screw up touching someone.” Her eyes, dark eyes, almost black, lingered on my face. “You’ve really never done more than kiss before?”

I shook my head.

“But you do want to touch me? Do more than just kiss?”

“Uh, yeah,” I snorted, trying not to sound derisive. I prayed she’d understand the contempt in my voice was aimed backward, at me, not at her.

“Come here,” she whispered, moving over so I could lie between her and the back of the couch. I miss that, being able to fit together on a couch.

I laid down beside her and she rolled to face me.

“Give me your hand,” she whispered. I did as she asked and she pulled it toward her and put it on top of her breast. She covered my hand with hers and smiled.

“Now, how hard was that?” she whispered.

Her hand blazed against the back of mine. Under my fingers, the cotton of her shirt was warm but not as warm as her hand. My fingertips rested along the top of her bra. The soft mound of her breast fit perfectly in my palm.

“Not hard,” I whispered, my eyes fixed to the hand resting atop her breast, “soft”.

She moved her hand and rested it against my chest. When she moved her head forward, I met her, already missing the feel of her lips on mine, of her tongue dancing inside my mouth. I knew how to kiss. I wasn’t afraid of that.

Her fingers began to knead my chest, very softly. She pulled away from my kiss. “I’ll show you what to do.” Her fingers closed a little tighter on my chest. “Do that to me,” she whispered into my mouth. I found her lips first and then did as she instructed, slowly. What she was doing to me felt fantastic but I didn’t have boobs. I didn’t want to hurt her.

Sensing the hesitation in my tentative touch, Jill whispered against my cheek, “It’s okay. You can do it a little harder. You won’t hurt me.”

Her fingers clutched at my chest and mine echoed the movement. casino siteleri

“Um, that’s right. That’s perfect. Keep doing that,” she murmured against the side of my neck, causing goose bumps to blossom on my arms.

I arched my back and began to kiss along the side of her neck as my fingers grew bolder. I kissed the hollow of her neck and she pushed the side of her leg against my erection. I kissed the cotton fabric where it stretched across her cleavage. I moved my hand and pressed my lips where I imagined her nipple to be, hidden beneath her shirt and bra.

I searched her eyes, looking for guidance. Her stare was easily as bold as my hand or my lips. I balanced on one elbow and tugged at the bottom of her tee shirt, pulling it from under the waistband of her jeans. I leaned over and resumed kissing her, while my hand reached around her waist to free the back of the tee shirt. Without taking my lips from hers, I slipped my hand under her tee shirt. The skin on her tummy was cool. I brushed my fingertips across her skin and she shivered. Her hip pressed against me again.

She had wondered if I wanted more. I wondered if she knew how much more I wanted. Surely, she must, I remember thinking. She did not push my hand away. She did not tug her shirt down. She did not mutter “no” into my mouth.

I moved my hand higher and re-discovered her boob. The bra was a thin cotton bra, no padding. I wanted to look, wanted to see the nipple my palm was feeling. I drew my hand back slightly and brought my fingers together to stroke around the skin I could feel beneath the bra. Her tongue darted more aggressively in my mouth. Her fingers clenched on my chest. I trailed my fingers upward and let them rest on the warm skin above her bra cup. Whatever worries or cautions had held me back in the past melted away. I hooked my fingers under the top of the bra and pulled it down, freeing her breast. Now, I did free myself from her mouth in order to gaze at her.

She did have small boobs but I didn’t care. They looked perfect to me. She rolled, slightly, on her right hip. Her unrestrained breast sloped toward the middle of her chest. The nipple pointed directly at my face. Her nipple was hard and stood out from her boob, surrounded by a pink areola. A triangle of lighter skin outlined the size of her swimming suit top. Her tee shirt was bunched under her chin.

I pressed my hand over her breast and began to move it in circles. Jill moaned softly, low in her throat. I pulled my fingers up, exactly as I had before, but this time there was no bra between us. My fingertips surrounded her nipple. Her back arched and she squeezed her eyes shut. When she opened them, they glowed. She pushed away, sitting up. I tried to hide my disappointment. I started to tell her how great that was, to thank her, when she began to pull at my shirt. She pulled it over my head and off my right arm. I was leaning on my left. She used both hands to pull it from under my left elbow before tossing it to the floor. I remember having a hard time processing the sight of her hands tugging her own tee shirt over her head. But the vision of her reaching to unclasp her bra and drop it on the floor has never left me.

She sat there for a moment, looking embarrassed, looking as if she wanted to cover herself with her hands, but she didn’t. Thank God. Her breasts sat high and firm on her chest, as only a young women’s can. I watched the newly freed right nipple grow taut under my gaze and the cool kiss of the air conditioned air. She rolled to lie flat on her back. She pulled her right leg to her chest, passing it in front my chest and face and pushed it between my body and the back of the couch. Now, she had me between her legs. Her breasts slipped slightly off to each side, looking so white against the deep tan of her skin, a gift of her Italian forefathers and the sun.

I moved toward the middle of the couch, kneeling now between her legs. She opened her arms. A second invitation was not required. I lowered myself on my hands, and then rested on my elbows. My forearms slid beneath her arms and my hands cradled her head. When I leaned forward to kiss her, I made no effort to keep my erection from pressing into her crotch. I lowered myself a bit more and felt her nipples kiss my bare skin.

I moved my body back and forth, dragging my chest atop her nipples, and earned my second throaty moan of the afternoon. As we resumed kissing, her crotch ground into my erection. Her nails began to dance across my shoulders and down my back. She drew them upward, over my sides and it was my turn to shiver and moan.

I kissed my way down her neck again. This time when I kissed between her breasts there was no fabric slot oyna between my lips and her skin. I discovered the pleasure of erotic teasing that day. I kissed underneath her left breast, around to her side, and repeated the sequence under her right breast. I kissed across the top of her breasts, my lips and tongue trying to erase her tan line. She pressed her crotch against me. She arched her back. Her hands clutched at my shoulders and then pulled and pushed at my head, but I ignore her nipples. I ignored them and I when I kissed my way back to her lips, she growled in frustration. I settled for a quick peck on the lips, arched my back, dropped my head, and sucked her right nipple into my mouth.

She hissed in surprise, not pain. I flicked her nipple with my tongue, doing to it the things my tongue normally did to her tongue. When I pulled away, I plucked softly with my lips and she hissed again. I pressed my hand against her left breast, trapping her nipple in the space between my splayed thumb and index finger. I licked around her areola. I swirled my tongue around her nipple as if it was the world’s smallest ice cream cone. I laved her nipple with my tongue and when it was slick, I plucked at it with my fingers and her body nearly bucked me off the couch.

I licked my way to her belly button. I pushed the tip of my tongue in it. I sucked the rim of it between my lips. All the while, my hands massaged her breasts, played with her nipples. She saved me the trouble of wondering how much further I should push by reaching between us and unbuckling her belt and unbuttoning her jeans. I sat back on my heels and hooked my fingers in the top of her jeans. She raised her butt and I slipped them over her hips. Her panties came with them. She pulled her legs up and held them straight in front of my chest. I leaned my head to the side of her upraised legs and gazed at her pussy as I helped her pull the jeans off.

She dropped them atop the pile of clothes by the side of the couch and lowered her legs. If she retained any of the embarrassment she felt when I gazed at her breasts, it wasn’t apparent. Her hair was dark brown and grew in a thick, perfect triangle above her pussy. The hair was not as thick over the lips. I could see her slit. It was wet and shiny. Her clitoris was perched above her slit, a leopardess guarding the entrance of her most precious place.

I stared, fascinated, heedless of the passing time. Jill’s fingers crept across her belly and her fingertips began to draw circles over her clit.

“Don’t you want to take your pants off too?” she whispered.

I did, of course, and badly. I pulled my eyes away from the sight of her playing with herself, to look at her.

“I don’t have any rubbers,” I replied.

“You don’t need them,” she whispered. “I’m on the pill.” I couldn’t tear my eyes from her face. “Do you want to?” she whispered a moment later.

I climbed from between her legs and stepped toward her head. She reached up and open my jeans, I wasn’t wearing a belt. I wore 501s back then and no underwear. She undid the buttons one at a time. My dick was trapped down the left leg of my pants. She let her fingers dabble in the dark thatch of my pubic hair. When her fingertips touched the base of my dick, the only part accessible at that time, I nearly shot off in my pants. I moaned when she worked her fingers around my dick. She pulled it free and it rested in the V of my opened fly. Her fingers wrapped around it and squeezed. I moaned again. Her hand started to stroke me and I stepped away.

“If you’re want me to do more, please don’t. You’ll make me cum.”

She nodded. “Take off your pants,” she encouraged.

I did and climbed back on the couch to kneel between her knees. She did a half crunch, took hold of my dick and urged me forward.

“Have you, uh,” I stammered.

“Yes, not often, but yes. That’s all I’m telling you about that right now,” she whispered, her eyes scanned my face.

“Okay. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I know,” she sighed. “You won’t.” Then she gave a single giggle. “I don’t think you will anyway.” She smirked at me. “You’re a lot bigger than I’m used to.”

I stared at my dick, resting inside her fist. Was she teasing me? I was pretty average, at least based on occasional locker room glimpses at other guys.

She pulled me forward and rubbed the head of my dick up and down her slit. I had to concentrate hard, and clench muscles I never knew I had, deep inside my body to keep for cumming right then.

“We need to go slow. It’s been almost a year and I’ve only done it a few times,” she murmured, her hand still moving my dick up and down her sex. My eyes left her face and canlı casino siteleri took in the sight of my dick, my dick, Jesus, rubbing against a girl’s pussy. Her hand gripped me harder and I looked at her. “And, you are a lot bigger than my ex-boyfriend,” she insisted sharply. I told myself not to play poker with her, not the way she already seemed to be able to read me as easily as a large print Reader’s Digest.

I was so close. I knew I had to do something or I would humiliate myself by busting a nut all over her pussy like a total spastic. I pushed but the head of my dick was between her inner and outer lips. Instead of entering her, my dick skittered up her pussy. On the plus side, the head slide over her clit. I was shocked at how hard it was.

She pushed my dick down and held it. I pushed again. There was some resistance. I hesitated.

“It’s okay,” Jill panted, eyes closed. “You aren’t hurting me.”

I pushed hard, something relaxed and I was inside her. She gasped. Before I could draw a breath to ask, she told me she was okay. She put her hands on my hips, as if she was afraid I’d pull away, or maybe to keep me from pushing too fast. Now, the head of my dick inside her, the sense of urgency faded. I lowered myself gradually, lost in the feeling of Jill’s pussy flowing around my dick, swallowing me, drawing deeper inside her body.

When my pubic bone touched hers I let myself lie atop her, supporting my weight on my knees and elbows. I kissed her softly.

“I had no idea you would feel this unbelievably incredible,” I confessed to the side of her neck.

“Mmm, feels good to me too, you know,” she replied as her hands stroked my back.

I began to move my hips, keeping my body pressed tightly to hers. Her softly grunted “uh-huhs” tickled the hair beside my ear. She pulled her legs up and locked her heels behind my thighs, hard up against the bottom of my ass. Her own hips began to move in time to mine.

I discovered I could pull all the way out and then dive back in, my dick no longer lost or baffled by finding the entrance to her body. I moved faster.

Believe me, I’ve reached an age when silly boasting does nothing for me. It isn’t that I was such a prodigy. No, later Jill explained that she had not been masturbating, why she couldn’t say beyond that she had some notice that she wanted to wait for me. I, on the other hand, had decided I was doomed to a life of nothing but masturbation. I was a mass of hormones and frustration. I was probably jerking off two or three times a day at that point. So, I was just as fast as any about to become a non-virgin male. My advantage was Jill had even more of a hair-trigger than I had.

She began to buck her hips against mine, falling into and easy, natural rhythm. Her “uh-huhs” became more breathy, interspersed with periods of holding her breath and a smattering of “mmms”. As I recall, the only sound I made was breathing hard.

Her legs and arms clenched around my body. I could barely breathe, much less move. She let out a long shuddering moan against the side of my neck and then melted back into the bed. Her arms and legs remained wrapped around me but I was able to move again. I pulled out.

As I pushed back inside her, my body grew rigid, clenched from the inside. Everything seemed to stop, my lungs, my heart, my brain, everything. The only sensation was this tremendous surge that began deep in my body, near the base of my spine. As the surge moved forward, I feared I might burst. There was no way my balls, my cock, could channel such raw power. For a second, it felt as if my fears would come true. Every sensation I was feeling became trapped in the head of my dick. I could feel it swell and press against the velvety warmth of my lover’s, my first lover’s, pussy. I groaned, mostly in frustration, then in relief as the dam gave way and I emptied myself.

I collapsed atop Jill’s body, too overcome to even try and speak. At nineteen, I could lie atop her and she could still breathe. Her hands stroked my shoulders and she kissed the side of my neck. All I could do was lie there. I began to replay the past few minutes over and over in my head. I wanted to remember every second of it. I failed at that of course but I remember the important parts. I remember she wore a much washed rugby shirt with broad white and almost white faded yellow strips. Her panties were cotton. I don’t recall the brand but I can see them caught and bunched in her jeans as they slid off her legs. I think I recall noticing the crotch was wet but that may be a memory lie I’ve added over the years. I do know they were not bikini briefs but they were low cut in the waist and high cut over the thigh and they had green polka dots, nearly as faded as the yellow stripes on the rugby shirt.

I remember all of that. But what I remember most is lying with face buried in her hair and not feeling afraid any longer, at least for a short time.

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A new Brod! This is more in line with the older ones. No rose ceremony here—in this story, a couple of Brod’s college friends come to his house with a job proposal.

Cum inflation, hyper cocks and balls, cervical/womb penetration, interracial, an ffm threesome, stomach bulging, clothes ripping, that Brod stuff you love. It’s a pretty fun one if I say so myself.

If you’ve never read a Brod story before, then expect hentai physics and sexual absurdity.

Enjoy the story!

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My panting echoed in the tiny chamber. I had no space. It was a miniature sauna, barely big enough for me and my balls.

They had reached their maximum size. This tale occurs after the Elasticity miniseries, so each one was almost thirty inches in diameter—like a rather-large yoga ball. They pressed against the walls of the enclosure, and I imagine that if I’d been able to see, they’d look more like compressed water balloons or cheese wheels than fleshy spheres. It was almost painful, and quite frankly, I was amazed that the enclosure hadn’t burst already.

The belt cinched around the base of my sack kept any over-pressurized cum from escaping my cock. Flesh was stretching beyond the rated maximum, and electric arcs of pain danced over my balls. Not only were they overfilled, but the compression didn’t help. I fought back a whine. This wasn’t as fun as when Yara denied me an orgasm. First, she, Thalita, and Valeska had teased my cock till my balls were full, then they’d shoved me in here where the only indicator of time passing was the voices outside.

I was on my knees, my thighs pressed into them. My cock was wedged between my belly and my sack, running up my chest. My cheek pressed against its side. It rivaled my arms in thickness. I could feel slick precum pouring down its broad flanks, coursing past my cheeks. I could feel the hot tickle of my own breath against its moist surface. Its finger-thick veins pulsed against my pecs and neck. And when I say that, I mean they’re as thick as my fingers. Some of them were even bigger than that.

Voices conversed outside. Laughter. I could hear a woman scream. Glassware clinked. I felt more than heard the bass of some kind of music. It was time.

I reached forward and opened the little baggy taped to the cardboard. I put in the earplugs, then plugged my nose. The orgiastic smell inside the little chamber was so thick that it practically burned my nostrils, but that was gone now.

With some difficulty and grunting, I snaked one hand down between my legs and balls. My shoulders pressed the back wall, and my elbow hit the side of the box. The voices were getting louder outside.

I grabbed the belt cinched around my sack’s base. My balls felt as if they would literally explode. Like the flesh was in danger of splitting when burdened with so many sperm fighting to get out. I undid the belt. The buckle clinked. I suppressed a groan. I’d been trapped in here for far too long. Finally, relief!

GLOOOOOOOORCH! My cock bucked like a cannon, held still by my thick arms. I let out a loud groan despite myself as my urethra was stretched past its normal width by the sheer volume of semen I was shooting. A coke-can-thick gout of jizz blasted from the tip. DRRMMBBBLLH. It drummed against the top of the little compartment, bouncing back down on me, matting my hair to my head. My own jizz sloughed over my body, covering my face, oozing over my wide shoulders and powerful chest and thighs. It rolled down my cock, filled the spaces between it and my limbs. It collected under my ass, pushing up into my own crack. I almost cried out from the relief of the pressure-release.

I shot again. BLOOOOOOOORCH! I heard indistinct yelling outside. There was a tiny reprieve as my balls shrunk, relieving some of the pressure exerted by the walls. My spunk climbed higher and higher. SPLUUUUUUUUURCH! GLUUUUUUUUURCH! My cock kept bucking madly. The jizz kept rising and rising. It crept up to my waist, oozed up my thighs, came to my elbows. It just kept going. There was no light, so I couldn’t see where it was, only feel it. Sort of. The fact that my spunk was coating my skin made the sense of touch less useful. But at least my balls were shrinking.

I looked up. Not because I could see anything, but because my own semen was coming up to my neck. It crept up my chin. As the air pocket disappeared, I sucked in a musk-laden breath and held it.

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ONE WEEK PRIOR….

Jane crossed her arms over her maroon suit and pursed her lips.

She was looming over me. Granted, she was five-foot-nothing, so she wasn’t the best loomer.

I grunted in frustration. “You wanted them to visit me here?!”

Jane put her hands on her hips. “I told you they were comin’ yesterday, Brod. I swear, you ain’t got the sense of a goose. When are you fixin’ to start paying attention to your calendar? I didn’t have you start using Outlook for casino siteleri my health.”

“If I could manage my own appointments, I wouldn’t need to pay you,” I laughed.

“I guess that’s true,” agreed Jane. “Regardless, you’d better hurry up before I get the belt out.”

“Do I have time to shower?”

She rolled her eyes. “No, you don’t. Because you were supposed to be gettin’ ready an hour ago. Now you need to skedaddle.”

I sighed and put my hands on the girl’s ass. I began pulling my hips back. SCHLLOOOUUURPH! An inch, six, a foot. My titanic cock just kept coming and coming, inch after inch, going on seemingly forever. It was coated in a thick layer of spunk. My heavy balls were covered, their folds filled with the goop. “Well can’t you stall them?” I asked.

“Haaaiigh!” cried the girl, her body spasming as she started to orgasm once more. SKLLRT! SKLLRT! Jets of hot cunt-juice sprayed my stomach.

Schplop! Finally, all thirty-eight inches of my erection were exposed. Glooosch! My hot jizz began gushing from the redhead’s gaping pussy, so big I could shove my whole forearm in there with ease. She warbled incoherently, lying atop a beanbag-chair-sized belly.

“I already held them off for about twenty minutes waitin’ on you,” said Jane. “I told them you were in an important financial meetin’, and what do I find when I come in here? You and fifteen lady callers. I don’t know what I was expectin’.”

I looked around the room. Six girls were groaning on my oversized, custom-built bed, clutching at bellies a good yard in diameter. Their white-drenched legs jutted wildly over all sides, sperm running down calves and dripping from toes. Some lied upon their backs, some upon their stomachs. Three more of them were propped up against the bed, legs splayed out in pools of spunk that gushed from their pussies. In fact, the central, recessed section of the master bedroom was ankle-deep in my sperm. Jane was wisely standing well clear of the stuff—her shoes were very nice.

Four more ladies were watching excitedly from the couch, panting, moaning, biting their lips as they fingered their dripping snatches. “…There’s only fourteen ‘lady callers’,” I told her.

Jane put her hands on her hips and stared at me, raising one eyebrow and the corner of her mouth.

I sighed. “Okay, fine. Just … okay, buy me like three minutes. Let me just get rinsed off, and uh … don’t show them into my office. Meet me with them in my office in three minutes. Can we do that?” I asked.

Jane rolled her eyes. “I’ll see what I can do. I oughta whoop you, boy.” She turned, her flats clicking as she left. “You’re lucky to have me!” she yelled over her shoulder.

“That’s why I pay you well!” I yelled back.

“B-B-Brod!” moaned one of the girls on the couch. I think her name was Teresa…? She sounded Mexican. “Does this mean you’re not going to fuck us?” Schlick-schlick-schlick. Her eyes were squarely on the gushing cunt of a white girl lying on my bed. “I’m sooo horny, can’t they wait?!” she panted.

“Yeah, come on! Please!” moaned another white girl on the couch.

“I need that coooock,” whined a Filipina.

“I will fuck all of you,” I promised. “Just … you’re gonna have to wait a while.” I sighed and shook my head. “Three minutes,” I grunted.

I ran to my glass-and-stone shower, cock swinging rather comically, and turned the water on full-blast. No time to shower. Cold water rolled over my body as I used my hands like squeegees. SPLAT. SCHPLAT-SCHPLAT. Huge wads of jizz the size of fists came free and splattered all over the floor. I began rubbing it off my balls, as well.

Unfortunately, I knew I wouldn’t have enough time to soften my cock. A long time ago, it wouldn’t take long for it to deflate. But now? Now it takes quite a lot of cold water to get it down.

I stepped out onto the tiles and began drying myself with a plush towel. It wasn’t a real shower, but it would have to do. I threw the towel on the floor and walked to my closet. My giant balls, each one over a foot in diameter, bounced against my knees. I could already feel the spunk filling them up again. My massive yard-plus thigh-thick behemoth bobbed up and down with every step. One thing about being this huge is that you can actually feel the up-and-down motion of your cock. The way the head bobs faster than the portion nearer your hips. It dripped cupfuls of syrupy, slimy precum which I had to avoid stepping in lest I slip and fall.

I opened up the door of my closet and stepped up into it. It was higher than the main area to help contain the frequent seminal floods and isolate them to certain areas. The whole house was adapted to my lifestyle.

Fortunately, this also meant that there was plenty of room for me and my swinging balls and cock. I pulled on a polo shirt from one of the hangers.

This was such a stupid plan, but it had worked a few times in the past. I left my closet and the bathroom. slot oyna When I passed the girls on the couch, I found one of them double-fisting the other while the other two made out. I snapped my gaze away because I immediately felt the production-pang electrify my balls.

I stepped carefully around gooey puddles and left the bedroom. My bare feet slapped against the terra-cotta tiles. Most of my house had tile and hard flooring. I passed through an airy hall where wood-framed windows let in plenty of sunlight. White walls reflected it, brightening the place nicely. The entire time, I poured a trail of slick precum. Following me would be like following the world’s manliest snail.

I passed by my living room. Wide picture windows illuminated the gooey chaos.

A chorus of moans like a zombie film came from inside. About ten girls were scattered around, gushing from all orifices. Legs stuck up in the air, hands clutched bellies, mouths were open wide. A glob of jizz fell from the wrought-iron chandelier. They were lying on the heavy wooden coffee table, the couches, and the bar. I knew that Jane would have the sense not to walk the new guests by that room.

I ran through a mental map of my house. No, I was fairly sure that they wouldn’t have to wade through any cum or dodge any bloated bellies on the way to my office. I hoped.

Finally, I reached it. I turned sideways to open the double doors since otherwise I’d have to stretch awkwardly to reach past my erection.

A couple steps led down to the dark, wooden floor. Like all the wood in my house, this floor was protected by a clear coating that made it immune to damage by fluids. Sunlight poured in from broad windows overlooking the courtyard and from the skylight above. Wooden rafters radiated outward from the skylight.

There were concealed drains around the edges of the room, except for directly under my large, custom-built desk, where there was a much larger one that no one would see. This eliminated many problems.

Except there was one very swollen problem moaning atop my desk. Its name was Wendy.

“Fuck,” I grunted. She was a thick black girl with red-framed glasses. I had been showing her my computer (which was strategically located behind a panel of tempered glass) when … well, you can guess.

“Please?” she panted, clutching at the titanic belly pinning her down. “I can take another!”

“I have a meeting!” I groaned. “I need to hide you!”

“I can be sneaky,” grunted Wendy.

I walked toward the girl and lifted her up with both beefy arms. She sighed. “You’re so strong.”

I chuckled. “I promise I’ll fuck you again, just not now.” I looked around the room. The closet? Would there be enough room? Behind the couch? No, they’d see her.

Shit. I squatted, my heavy balls settling on the cool tiles. I pushed Wendy under my desk. After the unexpected expansion of my cock thanks to Dr. Ghali, I had had to build a brand new, even-bigger desk. I knew from experience that this new desk had room for four girls under it—or a couple of very-swollen ones. There would be no problem finding space. Wendy ended up sitting against the rear “wall” of the little compartment, the barrier between me and my guests.

I shuffled around the front of the desk and grabbed a binder from atop it. I used it to squeegee a dinner-plate-sized glop of jizz under the inch-high gap so that it would flow into the drain under my desk. Of course, this also meant it was rolling over Wendy’s plump ass. But at least it wasn’t visible.

I heard heels clicking. Then Jane talking outside the door and another woman’s voice. “…Should be in here. This time for real, I promise!” said Jane.

“You know, some heels would really accent that suit, bajita,” said a voice.

Jane replied, “I like flats. They’re more practical.”

“How boring.”

I heard the doorknob make a metallic click as someone put their hand on it. I barely had enough time to scramble around and sit at my desk.

Klik! The door opened. Jane made eye contact with me and looked visibly relieved.

In walked the newest prospects—two women. A petite white girl with blonde hair, and a curvy Latina. The former wore tight seafoam leggings and a loose tummy-exposing boatneck, while the latter wore a yellow sundress that contrasted her bronze complexion very nicely.

Jane looked at me and nodded down at the desk. Or rather, the space under it. I gave her the slightest head-shake I could manage.

“Brod! It’s been so long!” chirped the blonde. She gave me a big grin. “You’re … wow, you’ve changed. You look huge!”

“Oh, thanks!” I said, grinning up at her. Who is that? “I’m sorry if I don’t stand up, I sprained my ankle.”

“Oh, no!” the Latina leaned across the desk and patted my cheek. I got a good look into her sand-colored cleavage. “How did you do that?”

“I was working out, took a bad step. It happens.” I shrugged, smiling at her. canlı casino siteleri

Jane smiled. “Brod, this is Riley Glass and her friend, Elena López.”

Riley grinned at me. “We fucked … well, actually, you fucked both of us in college.”

Below the desk, Wendy let out a little moan. I could feel her moist, soft lips at the tip of my cock as she started sucking up precum. I gave her knee a little kick, but she didn’t stop.

“He probably don’t remember,” chuckled Elena. “He must’ve fucked half the girls on campus! Remember when he fucked the entire Delta Psi Epsilon chapter?” she cackled. “You could see the jizz just … gushing out from under the door. Then a pizza guy c-came … a pizza guy…” She couldn’t finish her sentence. Elena was too busy cracking up.

“The pizza guy slipped and fell in the pool of jizz!” giggled Riley, laughing as well.

“Hahahahaha! Then I remember.” Elena pointed at me. “Y-you … hehehe! You came to the door. Heh. And you were naked, covered in jizz, you could see the girls just … gaping behind you!” she cackled.

“His fuckin’ boner like this!” Riley made a fist and held up her forearm. “Well, it was that big soft! Ahahah!”

“Th-the pizza guy, he leaves.” Elena collapsed into one of the armchairs opposite me. “He took one look and just went!” She pantomimed throwing an object. “Throw the pizza on the ground, Brod comes out and grabs it como una cabra! Just completely naked, his dick flopping like an elephant.” Elena put her wrist to her nose and waved her hand like an elephant’s trunk.

Jane looked at me and shook her head. “You had an interesting time in college, boy.”

Riley sat down as well. “Every party that was worthwhile had Brod at it.”

Elena shrugged. “For the girls, anyway. The boys weren’t happy about it.”

Under the table, Wendy must have enjoyed the recounting because her hands were pumping my cock and my precum was gushing over her face. Or at least, I’m pretty sure it was. I could feel a puddle rolling around my feet. I gripped the edge of the desk and suppressed a grunt.

“Anyway. Brod. Let me remind you who we are.” Riley had a cute sidecut and stars tattooed on her head, as well as a … swirly flower-thing on her left forearm. I would have remembered those tattoos. I didn’t recognize them.

She and Elena both pulled out cell phones and walked up to the desk. I was worried because I knew that the hot, mind-cloying, virile scent that was my musk would be radiating from my precum. And I could occasionally hear little slurps and smacks as Wendy worked my cock. I put my arms on the table and tried to appeal casual. I kicked Wendy’s knee again, twice. No effect.

Jane picked up the binder on my desk and her eyes got bigger when she looked at it. She held it up in my field of vision, behind the girls so they didn’t see. There was a bunch of goopy jizz all over it from when I’d used it to scoot my spunk underneath my desk. Jane walked over to one of the plants and began using her finger to push the semen into the pot.

Meanwhile, I kept trying to appear somewhat professional. Elena and Riley began showing me pictures from our college days. And yes, that was definitely me in them. There was one with Elena in my lap. There was one with Riley and a girl who looked like—

“Wait, you’re Liz’s sister!” I exclaimed, grinning at Riley. “It’s been forever! I think the first time I fucked you was by that little service-area entrance by the art building?”

Riley grinned. “Yes! You remember me!”

I looked at Elena. “And now I remember you now, Elena. You were working at Sub-Liminal back then.”

“You fucked me in that bathroom too many times,” she laughed. “I’m just lucky you were fucking the boss, too, or someone woulda got real pissed at all the sperm you left behind.” She looked at Jane. “So where did you first fuck him?”

Jane shook her head. “I don’t fuck him.”

Elena straightened up. “You don’t fuck him? How— Oh! Are you a lesbian?”

Jane chuckled. “No, I’m asexual.”

“She’s responsible for day-to-day business and making sure I do what I’m supposed to. That’s my Chief Operating Officer,” I explained. “My house staff is ace, too. Otherwise they get too distracted and no work gets done. Same with Jane. I mean, she’s awesome besides, but the whole ace thing works really well for keeping the business running.”

Jane gave me an appreciative little smirk.

Riley nodded. “Oh, I guess that makes sense. Anyway, you look great! I guess my sister can’t use her name for you anymore.”

” ‘Fatass Cock Monster’?” I asked.

“That’s the one,” giggled Riley.

Elena puffed herself up and squared her shoulders. “Yeah, you got … swole. Mmph.” She bit her lower lip. “You look like you could wrestle a bear!”

“Hmph!” I grunted. Wendy was stroking my cockhead with both hands and sliding her tongue in and out of its maw. I could hear the quiet sound of liquid draining under my desk. I was actually quite impressed that she wasn’t catatonic, but that didn’t change the fact that it was a really inconvenient time to receive head! “Ah, yeah, thanks! I worked really hard. My trainer is awesome.”

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We left town and she fell asleep after about 10 minutes. When we were coming into a small country town around lunch time I woke her up and asked what she would like to do for lunch. We stopped at a small café in the middle of the street and had some coffee and cake. We hadn’t actually planned to stay anywhere so when it was getting late in the afternoon I woke her up and asked her if she could find out how far the next town was that had a motel that we could stay in for the night. We didn’t realise it but we were only an hour away from the Gold Coast. When we finally arrived, we went right through to the bottom end and looked for a motel around the outskirts so that we wouldn’t have to go through much traffic the next morning when we wanted to leave.

There was a resort about 20 minutes from the highway and we decided to stay there for the night. We booked in and had a look at the room then went and got our gear from out of the car and found a good spot to park. When we got to the reception we saw that it was only 4 o’clock and that we could go for a drive and have a look around.

When we were going down the main road we saw an adult erotica shop. We turned around at the next intersection and headed back towards it. When we got there we parked down the road a bit in a side street. We got out and walked back to the shop. As we entered the shop we it was bigger than we thought it was. We walked to the side of the shop to where the butt plugs were. We picked out a few little ones and some medium sized ones. After we grabbed some we ended up with 4 with one that was quite small, two medium sized ones and a quite large one that had suction pad on the bottom. Then we went to look at some vibrators and strap-on. When we got to the casino siteleri section there was a fairly big range of toys. We picked out a strap-on that had two dildos on it. One that faced in that the person wearing it would put it her pussy and the other that went in the other persons. We took two a big one, and a small one, then two double ended dildos. One was purple with lumps on it and another was a smooth red glass one. When we had both our hands full, the shop attendant came over and handed us a basket. We thought about how long we were going to be travelling for and what we may need. So we got half a dozen bottles of lube, three different types of condoms including some with vibrating tips and ribbed ones.

We had been in the shop for so long looking at all the things that we would either have in us or be putting in the other we had to ask the guy if he had somewhere we could go to relieve the sexual tension that had been building up since we were grabbing the toys. We went in to the back room in the shop and had a quick session and then continued out the front and paid for all our toys. He put them in a bag. We headed back to the car with all our new toys. We headed back to the motel and got all our stuff and took it up to the room. We laid out all our new toys on the end of our bed and sat back at the head of the bed.

She took her shorts off and threw them on the floor and grabbed my hand and put it on her thigh. She pulled my pants down and took them off. We lay down and she lay on top of me and started kissing my cheek and down to my neck. She took off her shirt and then I took mine off. She was slowly kissing her way down my chest until she was just above my cock. She pulled my jocks off and put my semi-hard cock slot oyna in her mouth. She licked up and down my cock until I had a raging hard-on. She then sat up and took of the rest of her clothes off and asked me to sit up again. I sat on the edge of the bed and she got off and stood in front of me. She pushed me back on the bed and sat up with one knee on each side of me. She lowered her self on to my cock and lay down on top of me. She bounced back and forth on top of me and as my cock penetrated her deeper and deeper she moaned louder and louder. She sat back up and continued bouncing faster and faster. Within seconds she was yelling out “I’M CUMMING!” With that she collapsed next to me.

Once she recovered, she spread her legs wide open on the bed and asked me to kneel up. I knelt on the edge of the bed and grabbed her legs. I spread them open even wider and puller her up against my cock. As I penetrated her I bent over and started to pinch her nipples. As I did that she started to hump my cock. As I felt I was going to cum I pulled my cock out and she sat up. She grabbed my cock between her breasts and I began to fuck her chest. I fucked harder and harder and soon I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pulled her head down and she took it in her mouth and I pushed her head hard and felt my cock in her throat. As soon as she flicked her tongue on my balls I blew hard fast and deep into her mouth.

We both collapsed onto the bed side by side. She rolled on top of me and we kissed passionately for what seemed like an hour. We feel asleep in this position. When I woke up I looked at the clock. It was 11:00pm.

I got up trying not to wake her and got up and got a drink and went to the toilet. When I came back she was awake and canlı casino siteleri had the strap-on on and was lying down with it pointing at the ceiling. I walked over to the edge of the bed and she asked rolled over and looked at me. I turned around and sat on the bed. She asked me to get up on the bed and bend over so that she could get a clear look at my ass. I did so and just as I got into position I felt a cold sensation on my ass. Next thing I felt was her middle finger going into my ass. She slowly wiggled it in and explored around for a bit. Then with her free hand she reached around me and grabbed my cock. She did a couple of quick hard pumps and then let go again. She worked her finger out until it was just at the first knuckle, then she pushed it back in fast. She started pumping it in and out getting faster and faster. She pulled her finger out and put some lube on two more fingers and then some on my ass again. Being careful and slow she worked in the next two fingers and stretched my hole. She held it open for a while and then put lube on the strap-on. She then put the head into my ass and I moaned in pain and ecstasy at the same time. She slowly put it in deeper until I had the whole thing in my ass. She left it in for a while without moving and reached around with and grabbed my cock and started to pump. She then started to move her hips back and forth making the dildo go in and out slowly. After she had a good rhythm penetrating me deep and pulling my cock it wasn’t long before we changed positions and I was sitting on her bouncing up and down. As I did this she was wanking me harder and faster and within seconds she was covered in my hot cum.

If you liked this part of the story then you’re going to love to hear about what else happens on the road trip as I get it down. It may take a couple of weeks to complete the whole trip but it will be worth it. I would love to hear what you thought about this part and how many people I made cum with this.

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I enjoyed writing the “If things had been different” series so much I wanted to add a few more chapters. At the end of chapter 4, Julie & Sarah had agreed to holiday together on a regular basis to keep their relationship alive, the rest of the time Julie would live her life somewhere in the murky shadows, and Sarah would lead a normal life spending her time with her husband & her daughter Michelle. I may cover some of those adventures at some point in the future, but in this chapter I have jumped forward 18 years as I want to focus on Sarah’s daughter, Michelle, aka Mitchie.

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Michelle cursed softly as she heard the doorbell ring and glanced at the screen and sighed softly. The chat room she was in had started getting juicy and she was torn between getting even more intimate with a guy whose bio read ‘Bruce, Male straight, 25, 6′ blond/blue, sexy surfer from Oz, 8″ uncut always ready for a laugh’ or a woman whose bio described herself as ‘Miss Lush, bi female, 40, divorced, 5′ 6″ fuller curvy figure seeking to help younger girls explore their hidden feelings.’

The doorbell rang again, and again Michelle swore, as she knew that the caller wasn’t going to go away. Michelle glanced at her own bio which was 100% accurate. ‘Bi curious female 18, 5’3″, 34b, brown/brown, looking for fun,’ though she wondered if her screen name of ‘UAlbanyGirl’ was perhaps too honest. Michelle quickly typed in the box “brb some idiot at the door won’t go away,” before looking round the room for the clothes she had discarded earlier in the conversation. Not bothering with underwear she wriggled into a skin tight pair of light grey yoga pants and threw on a baggy Yankees T shirt that fell just below the cheeks of her small ass. Michelle giggled to herself as she looked round the room, there was something deliciously naughty about getting naked in the large family room adjacent to the kitchen when she was alone in the house. On many more than one occasion, she had bought herself to an orgasm in the very spot where a few hours later she had stood innocently talking to her parents about career choices after university.

The one thing her bio hadn’t stated about her was that she was still a virgin. Sure she had the odd grope and heavy petting sessions and although she had let boys fondle her small breasts, she never let them get their hands inside her panties. She had used her own fingers and sometimes a toy she had bought one day across town, which she panicked about all the way home, fearing it would magically start buzzing in her back pack so letting the whole carriage know what she was carrying. The reason she had written bi curious was linked to an event that had happened a couple of weeks earlier, a scene she had replayed in her head many times as she bought herself to a shuddering climax. A scene that made her think she desired more than just a cock but to cross over and taste the delights of another woman.

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Michelle had hit it off with Jenny from day one at university, even though Jenny was a boarder, and Michelle commuted daily. Jenny was a few inches taller than Michelle, and had corn blonde hair with bright blue eyes, when put together with her 36C breasts, gave her the look of west coast bimbo. Whoa betide anyone who underestimated Michelle’s Californian friend and treated her that way, as beneath the almost ‘Barbie doll’ look lurked a razor sharp & highly intelligent brain. A few weeks back there was a party at the campus and the two girls concocted a plan to get Michelle some freedom. Michelle explained to her parents how it would be dangerous for her to travel back but it would be OK as her friend Jenny had agreed to put her up overnight. To her relief her parents agreed on the promise that there would be no drinking, even though she was 18.

After quite a few drinks, and with a lot of giggling about which boys they fancied , Jenny snuck Michelle into her room. The two girls stripped down to their bra and panties before Jenny got into her bed and Michelle snuggled into the sleeping bag on the floor, falling asleep within a few seconds of her head touching the pillow. Michelle woke a few hours later disoriented as to where she was but quickly realised what had woken her was the noises coming from her friend’s bed. From the glow of the moon coming through the window where the girls had forgotten to draw the blinds, Michelle could see her friend quite clearly like a spot light was on her. Jenny had kicked the covers off and the reason for the noises was quite obvious as Jenny’s right hand was inside her panties while her other hand was rolling the nipple on her right breast, casino oyna that she had freed from her bra.

Because of the layout of the room, the two girls were at 90 degrees to one another, with Michelle’s head at Jenny’s feet. Michelle could hardly breath as she watched. She had seen other girls naked before, she had touched herself before, but never seen the two combined. Rather than being shocked or embarrassed Michelle found the whole scene highly erotic, and to her surprise, as she had never had feelings like this before, very turned on. Michelle had to bite her lip to stay silent as she heard Jenny moan loudly, and by the way her hand was positioned Michelle guessed she had at least one finger inside herself.

That question was answered a moment later when Michelle saw Jenny’s other hand leave her nipple and pull the brief material to one side to allow her action hand free access. Michelle felt the dampness between her own legs as she watched Jenny start to use two fingers in and out, and she knew she had to touch herself or burst. Michelle’s hand dived inside her own panties and sought her engorged clit which she started to rub in time with Jenny’s fingering herself.

Michelle inhaled deeply and could smell the heady aroma of musk which filled the room, accompanied by the squishy sounds of Jenny’s fingers driving in and out of her obviously wet cunt. Michelle was now sliding her hand across her clit and pushing her fingers into her soaked pussy as she heard Jenny’s breathing get more laboured and her moaning louder. Michelle raised her own fingers to her mouth and tasting herself had a flash in her head wondering what Jenny would taste like. Shaking that random thought away, as Jenny had always talked about boys and never once mentioned any form of bi leanings, Michelle returned her hand to her own pussy and continued pleasuring herself.

Michelle closed her eyes for a brief moment , as she felt her own orgasm build, heightened by the thoughts of what it would feel like if it were Jenny’s fingers inside her, instead of her own. Michelle opened her eyes and fixed them on Jenny’s open pussy and the fingers sliding in and out, glistening with juices. Suddenly Jenny arched her ass off the bed and cried out loudly as her orgasm burst through her body. The noise and sight sent Michelle over the top, though her orgasm was more restrained in order to stay quiet.

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The sound of the doorbell jerked Michelle out of her daydream and she rushed to the door, still a little flustered from the visions of ‘what ifs’ running through her brain. She wanted to get rid of this persistent caller quickly so she could get back to chatting and bring herself to a delicious climax.

Flinging open the door, the brusque words she had formed froze on her lips, as she stared at the woman standing there. She stood a good 5 or 6 inches taller than Michelle’s diminutive frame, and when she pushed back the hood of her ankle length grey leather coat, her auburn brown hair cascaded down to her shoulders. A wry smile played on her lips, as she studied Michelle with her

piercing blue eyes, which Michelle felt were staring into her soul. Michelle felt herself redden as her nipples hardened and she felt the familiar wetness between her legs.

It suddenly dawned on Michelle who this was. This was Julie. The Julie with whom her mother would go on holiday, and always return more bubbly and relaxed. The mysterious Julie whom she had only seen in pictures. The Julie who she shared her middle name with, and here she was standing on her doorstep.

Her voice flowed like molten chocolate as she said, “My, my Michelle, you are all grown up now,” and then she laughed softly, sending tingles through Michelle’s body, adding, “But still short stuff like your Mum.” As the eyes transfixed her to the spot Michelle felt a bead of sweat trickle down her spine before Julie smiled broadly as she said, “Cat got your tongue?”

“Oh you are British,” Michelle stammered before blushing even redder, this time from embarrassment.

Julie laughed kindly, “your powers of deduction have clearly not diminished even if you have been … errr …. exercising.” She drew out the last word as an unformed question, a smile playing on her lips like a cat about to devour it’s prey, as she focused her gaze toward Michelle’s damp patch, with a raised eyebrow.

Looking down at herself Michelle realised the damp patch between her legs was showing quite clearly against the light grey yoga pants and her nipples were poking against her top. “I will just get changed,” Michelle said hurriedly as she headed to the stairs, “please make yourself at slot oyna home,” though inside her head her brain was screaming, ‘take me I am yours.’

“Don’t bother changing on my account,” Julie said under her breath as she watched the pert bottom vanish up the stairs, wondering to herself if it would be wrong to seduce her lover’s daughter. Deciding it would be questionable at least Julie wandered into the large kitchen and spotted the open laptop.

Michelle stripped quickly before diving into the shower, letting the water cascade over her body as she washed. The hot online conversations coupled with the recollection of her voyeurism with Jenny had caused a heat between Michelle’s thighs that was like a raging fire, and finally getting to meet Julie was too much for her not to touch herself. Michelle knew that Julie was a lesbian, as she heard her parents mention it before, and leaning against the tiled wall started to imagine it was Julie’s fingers probing her wetness, rather than her own. As she pushed a finger deeper inside while rolling her nipple with her other hand, Michelle had just started to wonder what Julie would taste like, when a blinding flash hit her. “The LAPTOP!” she exclaimed with a squawk, the knot tightening in her stomach at the realisation that she had left it unlocked. Leaping from the shower, Michelle dried quickly and threw on some shapeless sweat pants and top, and flew down the stairs two at a time.

To her relief, as she entered the kitchen, Julie was no where near the laptop, but staring out of the large patio doors with her back to the room. The grey leather coat was thrown over a chair and Julie was clad in a long silver evening dress that looked like it was sprayed on. The dress plunged in a ‘V’ at the back to almost the top of her buttocks, and by the lack of any lines it was apparent she was naked under. Michelle walked to the counter and Julie never moved or turned, almost like she hadn’t heard her. Breathing a soft sigh, Michelle reached out and in doing so the laptop screen came to life. Michelle’s mouth dropped open as what she saw was not her normal display picture but a picture of a naked young woman from the neck down with her legs drawn up and spread wide apart, and embedded deep into the woman’s pussy was a large pink vibrator. Michelle recognised the picture immediately as she was the young woman in the picture and before she could speak, without even turning round Julie’s voice filled the room with a quiet but firm authority.

“You take a nice picture young lady, but you really should learn to lock your laptop.” Michelle stood frozen like a rabbit in the headlights as Julie went on, “I take it your parents don’t know you parade your body around the internet.” Michelle was speechless, unsure what to say or do but once again she could feel the dampness spring between her legs. Julie had turned and was studying Michelle intently, her eyes boring into her, silently assessing her.

“So what are you bi curious about?” Julie said as she moved very close to Michelle’s body.

Michelle could hardly contain her excitement knowing that perhaps this was her moment, but before she could verbalise her thoughts and desires she heard a key in the front door.

“Mitchie,” shouted her mother from the hall, calling Michelle by her pet name, “we are home,” which was followed by a squeal of delight as Sarah entered the kitchen and saw Julie. “You came …. And did you get them?”

“I said I would, didn’t I short stuff,” Julie laughed, holding up tickets in her perfectly manicured fingers.

Looking at the fingers Michelle couldn’t help thinking to herself that if only her parents had been a few hours later they could have been deep inside her body by now.

Her mother’s voice snapped Michelle out of her sexual daydream, “Michelle, look after your Auntie Julie, your father and I need 30 minutes to get ready.” With that John, her father, gave both Julie & Michelle a quick peck on the cheek before disappearing upstairs after his wife.

Michelle turned to face Julie, not quite sure what to expect but hoping her parents’ friend would ravage her in their family kitchen over the next half hour.

Julie smiled softly as she read the emotions on Michelle’s face and said, “your first time should be special, and it will be, which means it won’t be hurried and won’t be here, so go and get changed you have 30 minutes,” then glancing at the slim expensive gold watch on her wrist went on, “28 minutes now.”

Michelle just stared confused at Julie who chuckled as she went on, “I assume you still like the ballet, and as it’s a box, there is room for the four of us. Consider canlı casino siteleri it a belated coming of age present.”

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The evening flowed wonderfully, leaving Michelle feeling like she was floating on a cloud, as she sat in her parents’ formal lounge. The private box was the height of decadence, the dancers were amazing, the champagne flowed copiously, and the late supper after the show in a private dining area was simply heavenly. In the limousine home, Michelle had tried to sit next to Julie, but her mother beat her too it, so she had sat next to her father, studying the two women.

Michelle felt her eyes growing heavy as her father said, “time for your bed young lady, and think I will go up as well. Thank you again Julie for a memorable evening.”

“I will be up later,” Sarah said, “Julie and I have some catching up to do.”

Just as Michelle snuggled into bed a thought ran through her head. “Julie was a lesbian, her and her mother seemed close, they went away on holidays, maybe her and Julie were…” then laughing to herself she dismissed the idea as foolish thoughts and settled down to working out how she could possibly seduce Julie.

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Michelle woke about 3 hours later and needed to get a glass of water, as she passed the guest bedroom Michelle wondered briefly if she could accidentally stumble in and see what happened. Rehearsing the words in her head, Michelle carried on downstairs, leaving the lights off as she enjoyed moving around the house in the dark, as naked as she was now.

Getting her water Michelle noticed there was a dim glow coming from the formal lounge where they had all been chatting earlier. Michelle was going to leave it but recalling her parents’ lectures about how saving electricity helped save the planet, she entered to switch it off, before putting into action her ‘getting lost in her own house’ plan, which she was still developing in her sleepy head.

The sight that greeted Michelle’s eyes caused her to gulp in surprise, as she recognised the back of her mother’s head, by her light brown hair. The surprise was that her mother was naked and kneeling between Julie’s open thighs, and by the noises coming from both of them, was clearly licking Julie’s pussy with great enthusiasm.

“Oh, how I have missed your talented tongue, Short Stuff”, Julie groaned with pleasure, as her hands gripped Sarah’s hair, pulling her closer.

Michelle carefully and quietly placed the glass down and watched the scene before her in awe, standing in what she hoped was a concealed corner in the darkness of the room. Without conscious thought, she parted her legs and started rubbing her swollen clit, biting her lip to stop herself moaning.

“Fingers,” Julie moaned, and Michelle suddenly realised that Julie had locked eyes with her and was speaking to her. Michelle’s mother thought Julie’s comment was for her, and breaking from her licking, drove two fingers deep into Julie’s pussy, oblivious to her daughter standing witness on the other side of the room.

Michelle heard Julie moan deeply as her mother’s obviously skilled fingers plunged fast and deep into Julie’s pussy, before bending her head to nibble at Julie’s clit at the same time.

Julie clamped her thighs round Sarah’s head, so muffling the sounds in the room and mouthed the word ‘finger’ again to Michelle. With raging lust Michelle drove 2 fingers deep inside herself and without breaking eye contact with Julie, savagely finger fucked herself, arching her hips towards Julie and her mother’s back.

“Cum… soon,” Julie croaked and Michelle wasn’t sure if it was a warning or a command, but chose to see it as a command. Biting the forearm of her left arm to stop herself from crying out, Michelle shuddered in orgasm nearly falling to the floor, as she watched Julie arch up from the couch, her fingers tight in Sarah’s hair, as she bucked in pleasure.

Her orgasm had barely stopped, when Michelle found herself cumming again, as she heard her mother’s lust laden voice say, “cum hard on my fingers my love, then I want you to fist me to heaven and back.”

Realising the two women would soon be changing positions Michelle stepped back behind the door and out of sight. Knowing that if she dared venture in again her mother would surely see her Michelle stood on wobbly legs, feeling her juices trickle down her inner thighs, wondering what to do next. In a silent snort of frustration, Michelle climbed the stairs as she heard her mother say, “oh yes Julie, that feels so good,” followed by moans that seemed so loud that she wondered if her father would hear.

Michelle lay on the bed in the guest room waiting for Julie, all thoughts of accidental entry gone from her head. As she gently massaged her swollen clit keeping herself on the edge of orgasm she waited for her mother’s lover to come to bed and make her curious no more.

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Chris Hervey was still buttoning his uniform shirt as he rushed up the stairs to the wheelhouse. A first trip cadet aboard the bulk carrier ‘Tower Bridge’, he was still finding watch keeping a shock to the system, especially getting up for 4 in the morning to understudy the Chief Mate.

“What sort of time do you call this?” asked the Mate.

Chris looked at his watch, “Five to four, Chief.”

“No it isn’t. We put the clocks forward last night, remember? It’s five to five.”

Chris stood in the dim light from the chart room table, lost for words. How could he have missed the clock change?

“This means,” the Mate continued, “That I will have to find a singularly unpleasant task for you today. I think that chipping paint in the crows nest on the foremast will do it.”

Chris’ heart sank, as he envisioned 4 hours in the stifling hot steel box on the foremast. Designed as an iceberg lookout post, it had plenty of heaters, suitable for arctic latitudes, but no air-conditioning for the ship’s present latitude, just north of the equator. He became aware of the presence of the Second Mate, Nick, who, if it were indeed nearly 5, should have been off the bridge an hour ago.

“Check the log book, Chris.” grinned Nick. Glancing at the new page, with the 4 o’clock readings and Nick’s formulaic, “Cloudy, fine and clear.” Chris couldn’t see anything out of ordinary until he checked the date – April 1st. With a laugh at his expense, Nick got on with handing over the watch to the Mate, John. This didn’t take long, as there was no other ship traffic around and as Nick departed to the bunk that he had vacated at midnight, John told Chris to get ready for the morning star sights. As he worked away at the star tables, Chris got thinking ahead to the ship’s destination. He had flown from England with a few relief crew members to join ‘Tower Bridge’ in Norfolk, Virginia where a cargo of 45,000 of coal had nearly finished loading when they arrived. The destination was the port of Vitoria, in Brazil, and the ship would then load iron ore at the nearby port of Tubarão to head back up the States. ‘Tower Bridge’ and her sister ship, ‘Harbour Bridge’ had been engaged on this trade for nearly a year now.

Chris’s reverie was interrupted by the Mate, who came behind the chart table to inspect his work. On checking which stars were anticipated where, he corrected a bit of working before gruffly acknowledging that his work was, “Not bad.” As nautical twilight approached, both John and Chris went out onto the bridge wings with sextants and stop watches, and began ‘shooting the stars’ for the morning sight. These were before the days when GPS systems were on ships, and the only times of day that the ship’s position could be established, when out of sight of land, were by means of the morning and evening star sights, and a sun sight running fix to establish the noon position. Both John and Chris worked out their calculations, and Chris was quietly pleased that his position was within 10 miles of John’s. Needless to say, it was John’s position that went on the chart and in the logbook, and using the dividers, John checked the latitude. “Well, it looks as though we should cross the equator at about 1 o’clock this afternoon. Is this your first time south of the line?”

“Yes, Chief. In fact, it’s my first time south of the Isle of Wight.”

As their watch ended, and the Third Mate, Roger, took over the watch John and Chris went down to the Officers’ Dining Saloon for breakfast. After a quick meal, they both changed into boiler suits and went out on deck. Chris’s main task was to ‘watch and learn’ from the mate, although he had of course been subject to the usual tricks. He had spent a good half hour looking for red and green lamp oil for the side lights, and he still remembered his chagrin when he had spent three quarters of an hour in the hottest part of the engine room, being told to, “just bide here a while.” upon telling the Second Engineer that he had been sent down by the Mate to ask for, ‘a long weight’. That day, the tropical heat was oppressive, but luckily, as the ship was in the doldrums, the breeze of her passing flowed over the decks, providing a spot of relief for the crew members who were chipping rust and painting. Chris was dispatched to scrub, and then fill with salt water, the small swimming pool that was situated just abaft the funnel, which job took him up until lunchtime, after which he retired to his cabin for a nap before going back on watch at 4 in the afternoon.

He was lying on his bunk in his underwear, when the door to his cabin burst open, and three people he recognized as members of the crew came in, strangely dressed in painted canvas masks and ‘grass’ skirts made from black bin liners torn to look like seaweed. “What’s going on?” he asked as he struggled to try to prevent himself being carried out of his cabin. “You’re summoned to the Court of King Neptune.” was the reply, as he was carried to the casino oyna swimming pool. Once there, he found himself alongside the others on their first trip to sea, a Junior Engineer and a Steward, both of whom looked as flustered as he did. Looking round, he saw that most of the crew was there, several of them dressed like his assailants and that the Boatswain seemed to be dressed in a similar ‘seaweed’ skirt, but with matching cloak and a gold painted cardboard crown. A trident was in his right hand, as he sat on a ‘throne’, and next to him was the Boatswain’s Mate, a large bearded man, rigged out with his legs in a mermaid’s tail and sporting a grotesque blonde wig made from oakum.

The Boatswain spoke, “Who is the Master of this ship that dares to enter my domain?”

Chris was astonished to the Captain approach, salute, and say, “My Lord King Neptune and my Gracious Queen Amphitrite. I am the master of this vessel, and I seek leave to sail peacefully upon the waters of your great Southern Ocean.” ‘Neptune’ acknowledged this with a nod of his head. “Are there any amongst you have not passed into the Southern Oceans before?” The Captain indicated Chris and his fellows, and Neptune glared at them. “Well? Who are you that seek to be admitted to the Brotherhood of the Seas?” Nervously, Chris gave has name, as did the others.

Neptune hummed and hawed, and glanced a large piece of paper. “It says here that you all need to be shaved, washed and purged, before I should admit you. Barbers! Do your duty!” Chris felt himself seized once again, and found his face being smothered in a foul frothy mixture, the smell of which he recognized as being made from the ox blood foam compound used for fire fighting. Thinking discretion to be the better part of valour, he concentrated on keeping his mouth, nose and eyes shut and waited until most of the stuff had been scraped away by a “barber” with a huge razor made from balsa wood. A half pint mug was placed in his hand, and he was told to, “Down it in one.” This proved a struggle, as the mixture seemed to comprise mostly dark rum, but with overtones of other flavours. As he put down the nearly empty mug, he once again felt himself lifted up and was dumped into the swimming pool. He swam to the ladder, and struggled out with one hand trying to hold his sopping wet underpants from falling. The crew slapped him on the back, and congratulated him on being a good sport, as they pressed more rum onto him. He tried to refuse it, as he had to go on watch later, and noted an approving look from the Captain who said, “That’s OK for now, young man. You’re excused this evening’s dog watch.” The party continued until 4, when every one went to change for the evening meal and Chris staggered to his bunk. He struggled to wake up the following morning, but with the resilience of youth felt little in the way of ill effects after the first cup of coffee.

As ‘Tower Bridge’ slowed down to pick up the pilot, Chris looked out at his first view of South America. Not very prepossessing, really, with the massive clouds of reddish dust hanging over the iron ore terminal as the ship slid past to the coal berth at Vitoria. Like most of the crew, and on the advice of the other officers, he had opted to draw his ‘sub’ – or advance of pay – in US Dollars before the ship arrived and the Captain’s safe was sealed. They would all have to draw a smallish sum in Cruzeros to satisfy the customs officials, who nonetheless wanted their ‘gifts’ in dollars!

Once the formalities had been completed, and the Captain had seen a valid Bill of Lading, the hatches were opened and discharge of the cargo began. Huge grabs on mobile cranes plunged into the holds, and pulled the coal out, dropping it onto a conveyor belt before the grab swung back again. The cargo was to be discharged 24 hours a day, and it was expected that less than 3 days would be required. The Mate called Chris to his office, and told him that he would be, as usual, shadow him for the discharge. The 2nd and 3rd mates would work alternate 6 hour watches, as the mate (and, therefore, Chris) would be available round the clock to supervise the cargo and ballasting. However, Chris would be given the second night alongside off, in order to have some time ashore.

On eagerly asking what there was to do in Vitoria, he was disappointed to learn that the nearest town was at least an hour away, and that the best that could be offered was a bar that could be seen not far from the jetty, nestled against the cliffs. “You’ll be fine, there.” he was assured, and so it was that at 9 pm on his evening off, neatly attired in grey cotton slacks and an Hawaiian shirt, Chris made his way gingerly across the docks to the blue painted wooden building. As he entered the bar, he was struck first by the heat, secondly by the smoke, thirdly by the acidic stench from the toilets not far from the door and lastly by the number of astonishingly attractive women. Some of these were chatting slot oyna to his shipmates, the others were gathered at the far end of the bar. As he approached the bar and ordered a Brahma Chop, the local beer, he heard the girls giggling as one approached him, and asked.

“Hi, sailor boy. Do you like to buy me drink?”

Chris looked at her, and saw a beautiful girl of about his age, with an olive complexion and shoulder length black hair through which she smiled an amazingly white toothed smile.

“Um, sure.” he replied, and the girl spoke quickly in Portuguese to the woman behind the bar. A strange coloured cocktail in a martini glass was placed in front of the girl. She removed the toothpick, nibbled at the cherry on it, and raised her glass. “Cheers” she said, and Chris raised his glass. He sensed the girl looking him up and down, and surreptitiously did the same, taking in the tight pink tee shirt holding small breasts, and a skinny body over a pair of jeans.

“You buy me another drink? You like sucky sucky or fucky fucky?”

Chris was surprised to hear this from such a beautiful young girl and was momentarily lost for words. The 4th Engineer, looking away briefly from the girl to whom he was talking, said to Chris, “It’s the way it works in here. You have to buy her six drinks, and then when she can turn in the six cocktail sticks you can leave with her. Then, you negotiate a price with her for either a quickie, or an all nighter. That one with you, I would say you should get all night for $50, but pay for the drinks in Cruzeros, which will work out at another ten bucks. Good luck!” So saying, he slapped a hundred Cruzero note on the bar, waved at the barkeep, and steered his companion towards the door.

Chris turned back to the girl who was looking expectantly towards him, and nodded. Another cocktail appeared before her, and he started his third beer. The girl smiled at him again, “I am Eliana. You are?” He told her his name, and she said, “OK, Chris, you buy extra drinks and you like to come home with me?”

“Erm,” Chris blushed, as this was all new to him. “Erm, how much will it cost me?”

Eliana giggled, “For you, all night, sucky sucky and fucky fucky, sixty dollars, American.”

“OK” said Chris, as his heart began to beat in his chest at the prospect of losing his virginity seemed more and more real.

“You have to pay here before we go, two hundred Cruzeros, then you pay me in car park before we get in car.”

Chris fumbled for his money, separating the Brazilian from the American, and put the cash on the bar. The landlady nodded at Eliana, and she took Chris’s arm as they made for the door to the sound of catcalls from his shipmates. In the car park, Eliana turned expectantly as Chris fumbled for three twenty dollar bills, which she examined and folded tightly before tucking them into her purse. She leant forward and kissed him, and said breathlessly, “OK, we go home.” She led the way to large car, of indeterminate make and year, but obviously American and older than he was; Chris was about to climb in when he remembered that in this country, the driver sat on the left. Eliana drove through the night, along a road that twisted and turned until they came to an unkempt parking lot that seemed to be near a lake, over which Chris could just make out some houses that appeared to have been built on stilts. Eliana took his hand, and led him along a wooden platform that linked the houses, until she came to a smaller house. She fumbled in her purse, pulled out a key and unlocked the door. Chris followed her in, as she closed and locked the door before turning on the light.

Chris looked around with interest. Plain, wood plank walls and ceiling, from which hung a single unshaded lightbulb enclosed the room, which was about fifteen feet square. In one corner, he could see a curtained off area and he realized what this was when Eliana went behind the curtain and he heard her peeing before the sound of a toilet flushed. Chris gazed open mouthed when Eliana emerged, as she hadn’t bothered to put back he jeans, and was just wearing the tee shirt and a pair of pale blue panties. She came towards him, and put her hands on his arms as she kissed him.

At that point, Chris was embarrassed to find that the beer he had been drinking had nearly worked its way through, and he muttered a brief, “Excuse me” as he went behind the curtain where he found a toilet bowl, a washbasin and a tiny shower cubicle. After peeing, he washed his hands and emerged from the curtain to see Eliana lying on the bed, wearing just her panties and reading a magazine. She looked a little puzzled. “You not undress?” she asked, and Chris quickly stripped to his underpants and climbed onto the bed. Eliana put aside the magazine, kissed him again, and reached for his rapidly hardening penis. “Which you like, sucky sucky or fucky fucky?” she asked, smiling sweetly as though she were offering him a choice between hard canlı casino siteleri and soft centre chocolates. Chris blushed a little, and said, “Um, I’m not too sure. You see, I . . .”

Eliana moved away briefly, and looked into his eyes. “Cherry boy?” she asked, eyes wide, “You a Cherry Boy?” As Chris nodded, she moved closer to him.

“Not for long, Cherry Boy, not for long.”

With a chuckle, she pushed Chris backwards onto the bed, and lay partly on top of him, kissed his mouth, and for the first time inserted her tongue between his lips. He felt her hand moving on his penis, and insert itself inside his boxer shorts. The first sensation of female flesh against a part of him that had, until then, only felt his own hand was electrifying. He felt her twitch at his boxers, and lifted his buttocks to allow her to pull them down. She squirmed down the bed, and examined his penis.

“Is nice,” she said, “You like me to suck?” Chris could do nothing but nod his head weakly, “But you tell me before you cum, OK?”

He nodded again, and watched Eliana tuck here long hair behind her ears, bend forward, and take the end of his penis in her mouth. She lightly stroked the shaft as she rolled her tongue around the head. As Chris gasped, “Eliana, I . . .” she quickly pulled her head away, but not quite in time to prevent his first spurt go into her mouth before the remainder erupted over his stomach. Breathing heavily, he lay there as Eliana got up from the bed, and making slight spitting noises, made for the bathroom corner. He heard her gargling and spitting, and called, “Sorry. It happened so quickly, I couldn’t stop myself.” Eliana emerged from the corner with a damp washcloth, and she wiped her mouth before coming over and carefully wiping Chris’s now limp penis and sticky tummy. He started to apologise again, but she stopped him by putting a finger to his lips.

“Is OK, now I can see that you are really Cherry Boy. You think I sexy?”

She smiled as lay on her back beside him and began gently to fondle one of her breasts, which had almost flattened against her chest. Chris watched this, saw her nipples start to harden and he raised himself onto one elbow to look down at her. She kept stroking her breast and looking at his face, as his gaze passed down her soft olive skinned body to the panties, through which he could just make out the texture of her pubic hair showing through the thin cloth.

“Very sexy!” he said, as he moved his own free hand to her free breast, and then felt her pull his head down towards her chest, where she moved her hand to make room for his mouth. He suckled on her breast like an infant, and his hand moved down her body to her panties, which he felt her remove as he got to them. He fumbled in the mass of coarse, curly hair, but couldn’t feel any of the signs of wanton moisture that he had been taught to look out for in his readings of porn magazines. Eliana pushed him aside slightly, spat on her fingers, put them between her legs and rubbed a little.

“OK, ready.”

She spread her thighs and maneuvered Chris into position. He caught a quick glimpse of pink amongst the mass of black hair before the end of his penis disappeared from view, and suddenly he found himself lying on top of Eliana, buried in her to the hilt.

She began to hump against him, and, picking up on the hint, he began to move in and out of her. He felt her legs wrap around his thighs, and her hands lightly tapping his buttocks as she murmured, “Yeah, fuck me baby! Yeah, that feels so good! Fuck me good, big boy!”

Involuntarily, he increased his pace until he felt himself once again ready to explode. Eliana must have sensed this too, because she suddenly pulled herself back and pushed him away so that his penis slipped out of her a split second before he spurted in between their sweaty stomachs. Quickly pushing his dead weight of herself, Eliana retrieved the damp washcloth from the bedrail, and mopped her stomach and bush before doing the same for Chris. “OK, is time now for sleep” she said, as she turned her back to him, and pulled his arm round her so that they spooned as Chris drifted off into sleep.

Some hours later, Chris awoke as the sun shone in through the thin curtains of the window. His arm was still round Eliana, with her breast nestling nicely in his hand. He slowly stroked it, and felt the nipple begin to harden as his penis, which was nestled comfortably between the cheeks of her bottom, began to stir. As he came to full hardness, he felt Eliana move, and she ground her buttocks back against him.

“You want more fucky fucky, you naughty boy?”

Eliana turned back against him to lie on her back, and he moved his hand down from her breast towards the forest at the base of her stomach. She pulled his hand away and said, “Is OK, I do it.” and Chris watched with interest as she rubbed her fingers in rapid circles between her thighs. A couple of times they dipped a little deeper, and he caught a glimpse of moisture before she turned away, and got on all fours with her head resting on a pillow. Chris was quick on the uptake, and shuffled into position behind her and allowed her to guide him into her.

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