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May I suggest you read “Aunt Pat”, “Gram Connie” and “Wednesday Night With Mom” prior to reading this story. I also apologize for my poor editing on the preceding stories, I have been very busy and trying to cram a lot of things into a few hours. I will try to do better beginning with this story. Thanks!!

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Mom called me at the store about 10 a.m. on Monday morning and asked me if I would fly down to Miami next Sunday and drive home with Becky. Becky is my 28 year old sister who has made a career of college. She has so many Doctorates and letters after her name it takes two lines to type them all. She originally got a swimming scholarship to a university and then went on to advanced studies. She was coming home for a short visit before beginning work at the local college as an associate professor in some obscure course of study.

One thing I did have to give her she was smart and she applied herself. Everything she ever pursued she achieved. But’ she wasn’t your typical bookworm. She took after Gram Connie a lot. If she thought it she said it and she was blunt in the way she said it.

She was also smart where men were concerned. She was a little pixie, just barely 5′ tall and she looked the part. Becky was really pretty and she had the most beautiful emerald green eyes you’ve ever seen, must have been the Irish influence on my dad’s side. She had short brown hair, small perky breasts and she weighed about 120 pounds. Now for Becky this was not heavy because she had a swimmers body. Hard muscular legs which made a swift and smooth transition into a well rounded muscular butt, flat stomach and small waist with somewhat broad shoulders. She told me one summer when I asked if she was ever going to get married that both men and women had sexual needs. She said the primary difference as she saw it was men got their rocks off any way they could and went about their business. Women on the other hand got their rocks off and still felt a need to take care of and nurture a man. She said until Mr. Right came along she intended to take the pill and get her rocks off when she felt like it and go on about her business, just like a man. Just a matter of achieving and satisfying two peoples basic sexual needs with no attachments or hang ups until the right guy came along.

Becky and I were about as close as a brother and sister 7 years apart could be. She was leaving for college about the time I was starting 6th grade. I really got to know her when I turned 16 or 17 and she would come home during the summer. She gave very good but blunt advice on any number of subjects I could not ask my parents about. In some strange way I guess I looked upon Becky as more of a grown up friend than a sister.

On Sunday morning Mom and Dad took me to the airport with instructions to call upon arrival and to call twice a day to report our progress. We were to be home by Tuesday night. No side trips, period. Just before the plane began to board Mom pulled me aside. She looked me right in the eye and told me to remember that Becky was my sister and I was honor bound to treat her with the utmost respect. She then asked if I understood exactly what she meant. Sure I did. I knew I was a scum bag. So far this month I’ve fucked my Aunt, Grandmother and my Mother. Mom didn’t know I’d fucked the other two but she was probably thinking I would try to fuck my sister if I got half a chance. You know what, she was right. I had found out that two generations of females in my family had multiple orgasms during sex and given even half a chance I was going to see it it went down to a 3rd generation.

Becky met me at the gate in Miami. She looked great. Her tan was about 4 shades darker than her normal skin tone. She had her car packed and was ready to get on the road. She talked nonstop for about 200 miles about what a great opportunity it was for her to be given an associates illegal bahis position at this university. I mostly drove and listened, every now and then sneaking a peek at her perky little breasts under the thin fabric of the sleeveless tee shirt she wore. I tried to keep a vigilant eye out because when she turned just right I could catch a glimpse of the aureole’s and sometimes the nipple. Her shorts were nothing to write home about, they were baggy and long coming almost to her knees.

We drove until about 9:30 that night and decided to stop at a small motel somewhere in Georgia. We got a room with 2 double beds, dropped our stuff in the room and went to the greasy spoon down the road to eat. When we got back to the hotel Becky told me to take a shower first because she wanted to plug in her laptop and check her e-mail. I showered, shaved and got into the pajama bottoms Mom insisted I bring and wear on the trip. I went back out into the room, got in my bed and flipped on the television.

Becky opened her suit case gathered up some things, went into the bathroom and took her shower. When she came out she had a towel wrapped around her short hair and was wearing a tee shirt that came down to just below the cheeks of her butt. She unwrapped the towel from her hair and plugged in her blow dryer. She stood by the dresser where the television sat and began drying her hair. After drying the top she bent over and began pulling the brush through the back of her hair. I looked over at her and at first thought she had cream colored panties on. However, she had no panties on. What I saw was the tan line on her naked butt. I asked where her underwear was and she playfully called me a little pervert and asked if I’d never seen a girls butt before. She then pulled her shirt up teasingly, exposing the most perfect and well rounded ass I had ever seen. We laughed and she finished up her hair and got in the other bed. We agreed we would be up by 7am and on the road by 8:30. Becky was really ready to get home and get started on her career.

Next morning we were off at 8:30 after a decent breakfast and a full tank of gas. We drove until 6pm. Becky said she wanted to stay at a hotel with a nice pool. We stopped at a couple and Becky looked at the pool and said no way. At the third hotel, there was a really handsome guy of about 25 sitting by the pool taking in the ray’s. I admit he was a hunk. Becky said this was the spot. We checked in and Becky hurried to the room to put on her suit. When she came out of the bathroom my bottom jaw damn near hit the floor. She was wearing a bikini so small the material on top just covered her nipples and left some aureole clearly visible. The bikini bottom was while not a thong, was the next best thing and it had the smallest little patch of cloth in front I’d ever seen. Before she put her terry cloth beach jacket on she reached down and with her index finger pushed the fabric of her bikini bottom into the crease of her pussy lips to ensure that her pussy could be clearly seen. I was amazed and asked what she was doing. She stated without hesitation that she hadn’t fucked anyone in 6 weeks and she had just seen someone she wanted to fuck and she was going for it. She said a girl with her pussy lips showing attracted guys like a guy with a 10″ Dick in a Speedo attracted women. She said she would walk by this guy, give him a peek, swim a couple of laps and get ready to be fucked. She told me to call home and say she was in the shower and she would see me in the morning. With that she put the room key into the pocket of her terry cloth jacket and took off to the pool.

I went downstairs found the bar and had a couple of beers. In about 45 minutes I walked out by the pool and it was deserted. I figured my sister was getting her wish. I returned to the room and Becky’s bikini was laying on the bed and I could hear the shower running illegal bahis siteleri through the closed bathroom door. I sat down on the edge of the edge of my bed facing Becky’s bed and turned on the television. In a few minutes Becky came out of the bathroom dressed just as she was last night complete with towel wrapped hair. I asked if she always got finished that fast. She said no, the guy told her he was not married, but just as he got her hot and bothered the telephone rang. She said she could tell by the way he was talking it was his wife he was speaking with. She said she just got up and left the room. She said now not only was she horny, but she was primed to get fucked and was stuck in the same room with her little brother.

I knew she was both blunt and open, but I could not believe she said that. Becky bent over and dried her hair just like last night and I got the same view of her bare butt. She reached into her suitcase and instead of retrieving her hair dryer she pulled out a bottle of lotion. She sat down on the bed, leaned against the headboard, pulled her legs up, spread them and began applying lotion to her freshly shaved legs. I stared in shock as she applied lotion to first her right leg and then her left. She started at the top of each foot and worked her way up to the very tops of her thighs ending at the outer lips of her pussy and being very careful to apply lotion in the crease between her pussy lips and inner thigh. In order to do this she lifted her foot off the bed and turned her leg outward. I had never gotten a better look at a woman’s pussy then I did just then. Becky’s pussy had large puffy outer lips. There was no pubic hair on the lips but she had a very well trimmed brown patch ofhair over the mound below her stomach. When she finished with her legs Becky placed her hand under her tee shirt and applied lotion to her stomach and each breast. I sat there without saying a word. My Dick was rock hard and if she would have touched it with that lotion on her hands I would have come in about three seconds.

When Becky closed the top on the lotion, I asked her how she could do something as erotic as that in front of me. She just laughed and asked if she had made her little brother hot. I pointed to the bulge in my shorts and she howled in laughter. I told her we were both hot and horny and could help each other if we so desired. She said she couldn’t fuck her brother. I said if we couldn’t have real sex how about oral, that was a means of satisfaction with no complications. She asked if I’d ever eaten pussy before and if I was good at it or just a clumsy fool. I told her to give me a try.

She looked me straight in the eyes for a moment, then without saying a word got up, stood between the beds and pulled the tee shirt off. She then leaned over and with her hand cupped under her left breast guided the nipple into my mouth. I began to suck her breast softly. She placed both her arms around my head and pulled me tightly to her chest. I moved my head and took the left nipple into my mouth at the same time wrapping both my arms around her body and placing my hands on the firm, muscular cheeks of her ass. I caressed and fondled her butt then slowly eased my hand down between the cheeks and after pausing for a moment to feel the warmth of the crevice continued down to the waiting warm, wet lips of her pussy. The instant my fingertips touched her she began to moan. I pushed slightly with the tip of my middle finger and found no resistance in entering her. Becky crouched ever so slightly and spread her legs widely to allow deeper entry of my finger. I slowly moved my finger in and out of her tight wet pussy to her continued moans. She rolled her head from side to side and her face was contorted in ecstasy. I felt her juices flow down my finger and onto my palm as she came for the first time, going up on her tip toes and then falling canlı bahis siteleri down on my finger repeatedly. She held my head so tightly in her arms I was finding it hard to breath.

As her orgasm subsided I gently laid her down across her bed. She looked up at me and told me to take my clothes off. She assisted and we both pulled at my clothes until I was naked also. Before lying back down on the bed, she gently took my Dick in her right hand, ran her hand along the entire length of it and cupped the head for a moment in the palm of her hand. She then kissed it lightly on the head. She took the head into her mouth and rolled her tongue around it several times. She removed my Dick from her mouth kissed it lightly again and said that was just a teaser of what I was going to get when I finished with her. She then laid down on the bed put her feet on the edge of the mattress and opened her legs widely fully exposing her pussy to me.

I got down on my knees between the beds and began to kiss the tops of her feet. I continued upward alternating from one leg to the other until I reached the softest part of her inner thighs. Then I ran my tongue on the sides of the outer lips of her pussy between the lips and her inner thighs. Becky was squirming and moaning. I placed both my hands on the cheeks of her ass and pulled her to my face ever so slightly. As I pulled her hips up I kneaded the firm flesh of her buttocks as I parted the wet outer lips of her pussy with my tongue. I sought out her clitoris and began alternately sucking and lightly liking it. Becky exploded in an orgasm which was so intense she uttered several curse words and my name at the top of her lungs. I brought her to three successive orgasm’s by paying a great deal of attention to her clitoris. As she came down from one orgasm and entered the plateau just before another, I moved my hands over the tops of her thighs and with both my index fingers pulled her pussy open as far as I could. I entered her pussy with my tongue and literally drank in her juices. She came in convulsive waves which seemed to last forever. She hit orgasm number six and seven in this manner.

I heard her calling my name in a low voice as she came down off the last orgasmic peak. I looked up and she asked me to fuck her. She was asking for my Dick. I stood, picked her up and literally threw her into the middle of the bed. I then jumped right on top of her in a fit of passion. My Dick found its mark with no assistance. I raised her short legs up and hooked her heels on the tops of my shoulders. I drove it in as hard and fast as I possibly could. Becky exploded into orgasm’s number eight and nine almost simultaneously. I then picked her left leg up bent it at the knee and crossed it over her body. This put her on her side and placed my scrotum directly on top of the inside of her right leg. From this position not only could I see most of her body but I could grasp her tiny sweet breast in my left hand and her firm left buttock in my right hand. The intense feeling of her tight pussy, the friction of her inner thigh against my balls and being able to feel two exquisite parts of her body at once were more than I could stand. I exploded inti the tightest pussy I had ever felt. At the same time Becky experienced her tenth orgasm in a little less than 25 minutes.

I fell forward onto the bed and we lay for a few minutes intertwined in each others arms. I kissed her deeply and told her bluntly that if she were not my sister I would marry her right now. She replied that was lust I was feeling not true love. She looked deep into my eyes and asked a question I had heard before, did I think I could handle what had just happened. I replied she could bet her sweet little tight pussy I could.

We fucked three more times that night. I lost track of haw many times Becky came each time, but in the morning she said she was having trouble walking. After about 2 hours on the road, I reminded Becky that I’d never gotten my oral sex as promised. She told me to stop at the next rest area.

I stopped and she delivered on her promise in a most gratifying and memorable manner.

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The remnants of fading sunlight peek through Chuck’s blinds and cast just enough light into the shadowy den. Chuck stands up with his back to the couch as I kneel in cock worship before his massive member. Our relationship is now roughly six weeks old. I have never known anyone like him. My gentle soft, almost feminine, hands slowly stroke his leg muscles and massage his thighs. His cock hangs half-suspended in a semi-erect condition. With quick short movements, I strike out and swipe his cock head with my wet tongue. Slowly, he grows a little more erect. But each strike of my tongue makes my own desire grow stronger. I am almost in a frenzy to devour this wonderful, thick and beautiful cock.

Finally, I make a lightening fast lunge and swallow the half-flacid member into my warm, wet and eager mouth. Since he is not fully hard, I am able to swallow Chuck’s cock almost down to the roots, at least for just a little while. It slowly grows fully erect in my mouth. Chuck moans above me and I soon feel his strong, hard hands on the sides and back of head. I want my face fucked and I know Chuck wants that as well. I gurgle and moan to encourage him. He picks up his pace and soon his rock hard cock is violating my mouth. I want to fight for air. I want to feel some small amount of panic and pain. He obliges me.

After a while, Chuck pulls away and sits back on the couch. I move between his legs, the carpet slightly burning my knees as I pull myself to him. I grab his cock illegal bahis by its base and slowly slap it across my cheek. His wicked sly smile tells me everything. I hold it up and slowly, deliberately devour each testicle. Each beautifully shaved and, I might add, large ball is sucked in and saturated with my spit. After they are sufficiently slippery, I concentrate again on Chuck’s eager cock. Slow short sucking action on the head itself is followed by long strokes of my trained wet tongue against the underside. Finally my throat is engulfing his member in a deepthroat action worthy of the best of porn films.

As I continue my deepthroat action of his cock, I think back on the last six weeks. The long days waiting on Chuck to return from his office seem eternal at times. After he is home, I help him relax each day with a blowjob. Sometimes that’s it. Sometimes, we both get excited and this leads to a hard, sweaty fuck on the floor of the den or a evening of lovemaking in the bed. Often either one is followed by a shower which itself often leads to a second fuck in the warm steamy water.

My attention to returns to my present activity. I pull off of my favorite cock and wipe my wet lips with the back of my hand.

I raise my slender tight young body from its kneeling position on the carpet and stand up on the couch, my feet straddling Chuck’s legs and my backside turned to Chuck. I lean outward, keeping my balance, and he begins a rim job of my small ass. I feel illegal bahis siteleri his strong hands on my waist as he holds me in balance and feel his wet tongue probing a region I hope is soon probed by his large and pulsating cock. I feel small amounts of Chuck’s spit as it rolls down my inner thigh. He grunts and makes wonderful barbaric sounds as he eats my the only pussy I can offer up to him. I look down and see that his cock remains hard like blue steel. He makes quick work of my ass, tonguing and fingering my hole. Soon he is ready.

I reach for a small bottle of lubricant oil. I spread a healthy amount on Chuck’s hard cock and spread the excess between my own cheeks and on my sphincter area. As Chuck continues seated on the couch, I mount him with my back to his face. I hover over his slippery cock and begin my descent. Slowly, I feel the slight pressure of the head against my sphincter, but that soon gives way to the sensation of knowing my ass is swallowing his hot cock. Chuch works up his rhythm and stride. With my feet planted on each side of Chuck, I hold myself above him so he can easily glide in and out of me.

The up and down thrusts continue for quite some time. I moan, groan and talk to him in muted whispers. “Oh Daddy, ” I moan. I bite my bottom lip as he plunges upwards and into me. “Oh, I love your cock in me,” I whimper. “Give all of it to me. Fuck my pussy, Daddy,” I beg of him. And so he does. The intensity continues. I come down gently canlı bahis siteleri and slowly grind my little ass cheeks into Chuck’s thighs. I want to feel the length and fullness of his shaft. Chuck nibbles and bites at my neck and shoulder. Occasionally, I feel his tongue in my ear. He whispers little things to me. He tells me how he wants me. He tells me of his desire to devour me.

I grow tired of hovering, so my daddy Chuck puts me on my knees on the couch and begins a doggy style fuck to take us home. With both hands firmly gripping my waist, Chuck pounds my helpless ass with fervor. But even in the heat of lust and barbaric desire, every moment of sex and action is full. Yet, we still take our time to enjoy the act. Every inch of our bodies are felt, touched and enjoyed.

After several minutes of pounding me from behind, Chuck begins to groan and grunt and his yells of pleasure tell me that he is ready. I feel him pull out and hear his muffled command to get to my knees. In my state of euphoric manly lust and desire, I do as I am commanded. I see the first thick white, creamy rope of cum ejected and feel it land across my face. After a grunt from deep within Chuck, the second lands expertly in my open willing mouth. I let it glide itself down my throat. The third rope of seed hits my cheek and continues its climb upward and lands on my closed eye, forehead and in my hair. I reach up with open mouth and suck Chuck’s seed into my throat. With my index finger, I clean the rest off my face and suck it into my mouth and let it land in my stomach. I look up with one open eye and see a happy and contented man who is happy to have me around.

I know the rent is now paid. There will be no worries this day.

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Being a CEO of a major corporation specializing in Corporate “raiding”; image to me is and always has been everything. The way I am perceived, the power I radiate, the level of achievement I portray, all play significant factors to my success.

I am the stereotypical Upper Class Male. I have a beautiful half a million dollar house on a golf course, a three car garage, filled with your typical sport utility vehicle, a Cadillac, and of course, my Porsche.

My wife, is the Stepford wife type, Mrs. Country Club. She makes sure she performs her “wifely duties” dependably once a month when I have banked enough “Honey Do’s” to be honored with entering her. I get to lay on top of her, in the very dark of the bedroom for five minutes of very Vanilla, strictly dutiful sex. After which ,she immediately runs into the bathroom and showers away every last scent of me from her. Once she sneezed and moved under me while I was inside her. It was the kinkiest thing she had done in 10 years!

I am not complaining, don’t get me wrong. There are other associates of mine, also in their mid forties, that would be delighted to even get that treatment.

Like I said, “image is everything to me.” So it has kept me from falling into that revolving bed routine that I see some of my friends get hooked on.

Perhaps a combination of all these things were what threw me for a loop when I met Carry.

I was at a local coffee bar just down from my executive offices. It was early, yet there was still a long line of people ordering coffees in front of me. As I perused the cover of the Wall Street Times, I heard the orders “Tall Latte” , “Mocahchino” , double expresso.”

The ordering seemed to be held up a bit, the flow of the line slowed, as I heard a desperate plea, asking “Don’t you just have regular fresh ground coffee”?

I looked ahead, my eyes had to trail down a bit to locate the source of who said this. Standing 6’3,” this little gal ahead of me barely reached my chest.

Besides her echoing my sentiment for a cup of “REAL” coffee, I was struck by the most beautiful long , golden blonde hair hair I had ever seen. The length came just above her waist band of her jeans.

I just had to get a look at her face.

I had a feeling I was going to be disappointed. She probably looked like a mud fence, yet I had to see her.

I spoke up to the young gal at the counter, still trying to process what the young lady had ordered. “Yes, I will have the same of your “Morning Roasted Blend, Number 4 on your menu.”

The confused gal at the counter, now understood what the young lady in front of me was trying to order. She turned around to thank me. It felt like someone had kicked me in the stomach. She was beautiful. She had a golden brown tan, the most beautiful hazel eyes with long eyelashes I had ever seen, and beautiful white straight teeth.

When she smiled at me, her eyes met mine. She did not turn away, but boldly captured my eyes in hers. Her head tilted slightly to the left, and when she smiled, her eyes lit up and sparkled. I felt like I was THE most important man in the world at that very second.

Before I knew what I was doing, I had insisted on buying both coffees, and was leading her, or she lead me, or somehow we ended up at a table together. I smiled at the contrasts almost immediately. Her aft height to my 6’3.” Her long blonde hair to my dark salt and pepper tinged hair. Her jeans, long sleeve white t-shirt and jeans, to my Armani suit. Her youthfulness, I was guessing mid 30’s to my mid 40’s.

Yet, there we both sat, savoring our cup of “real coffee” as though illegal bahis our life’s depended on it. Both of us with a copy of the Wall Street Journal. In no time at all, I could tell that she was not some whimsical blonde.

We continued to meet at the coffee shop on and off. Ok, I admit, I spent way too much time driving in and out of the place hoping to “bump” into her. I couldn’t get enough of her laugh, her smile, her candor. I never had to guess what she was thinking. She always told me how she felt about things.

It wasn’t long before I was starting to be very sexually attracted to her as well. I just wasn’t sure how I was going to approach doing anything about it. One morning, as we were discussing the Bloomberg report from the previous day. Right in the middle of Ford falling three points and Airline stock recovering a bit, she looks at me and says.

“I want to make love to you.”

It took everything I had to keep from choking on my coffee, and to act non chalont. My heart was racing. I felt like a randy college boy. My cock was so instantly hard, I thanked God, I was sitting down and could be hidden under the table.

We worked out the logistics of our meeting. I would have loved to take her right then and there.

We met at one of my corporate apartments the very next afternoon.

I was so nervous as I paced back and forth waiting for her to arrive. The minute she walked through the door though, all nervousness was gone. Replaced with a lust and fire I had never felt before.

I immediately took her in my arms. I kissed her lips, slowly spreading them and slipping my tongue into her warm mouth. She tasted fresh and minty. I loved toying with her tongue as my hands roamed up and down her body.

Her hands were also busy. Being the one used to being in charge, I pulled back from her and started to unbotton her pants. She moved my hands away. Looked me right in the eyes and proceeded to take off her clothes. I watched mesmerized as she removed her shirt, her jeans. In broad day light, she was doing the most erotic strip tease for me. By the time she stood in her pale yellow silk bra, with her full heavy breasts straining against that silky material, and her matching French cut bikini panties, I was rock hard and in awe.

She continued on, unfastening her bra. Exposing beautiful full breasts. With large brown nipples. She licked her finger and circled her nipples for me. Making them erect and at attention. She stepped out of her panties revealing a beautiful shaved smooth pussy.

I wasted no time in grabbing my belt buckle. She once again stopped me. I looked at her with a questioning look. She answered by again taking the lead from me and unbuttoning my shirt, my belt, my pants. I followed her every request, although most things I just followed her lead and her encouraging looks.

It wasn’t long before we stood naked with each other. She finally came close to me and our skin touched and our bodies were on fire. I knew I had to have this woman.

Before I could lead her to the bedroom. She had sat in a chair and had pulled me to stand next to her.

She began rubbing and kneading the inside of my thighs. Her kisses and soft licks followed her fingers wherever they went. As she cupped my balls, and began gently squeezing, a moan escaped my lips. My head was thrown back. I had totally put myself into her hands. Something I had never done in my life, sexually or Non.

Her warm tongue found its way to my balls. She lapped them like a kitten cleaning itself. She opened her mouth and took my swollen sacs into her warm wet mouth. That warm rush illegal bahis siteleri of feeling is like nothing I can put words to. She increased pressure and sucked gently on them, one at a time. My cock was jumping everywhere. As she was still sucking my balls, her other hand began to slowly stroke my long shaft. The rhythm she had started had my entire body rocking back and forth to be closer to her.

She let my balls escape her mouth, for her only to capture my now soaked head of my cock. In one motion, she engulfed my entire cock. I now know how rocket fuel was invented. I was going to the moon. Almost immediately, I felt my cumm rise from my balls. I was not going to last for 3 minutes of her delicious sucking. As she would suck my cock down her throat, her tongue would dance around my head and my sensitive hole. Her hands now massaging my balls, still wet from her sucking. I tried to pull away.

“Darling, if you keep that up this is going to be over before its started” I pleaded with her.

It only fueled her to suck even faster, with more pressure. There is no way, even trying to say my ABC’s backward in my head, could I ignore this incredible feeling. The orgasm built from my toes. I knew I was seconds away from erupting. I could tell she did too, as her pace quickened even more. I could count the times on one hand that I have had the luxury of cumming in a womans mouth. My still sane portion of my brain managed to say “OH God, babe I am cumming”!

To my surprise, rather then her releasing my cock as it began spurting my cumm, she swallowed me even deeper into her throat. Sucking and swallowing as I pumped for what seemed like forever. My cock was so sensitive, it was almost painful as she kept sucking me down. I had long since stopped erupting and she kept my cock in her mouth. It wasn’t long before I could feel it begin to take form again. Hell, I don’t think it was ever really soft, just not AS hard.

She released my cock from her mouth and stood up. She pulled my face down to hers. I could smell myself on her breath. A thought that I would have possibly thought, would have been disgusting was now an incredible turn on to me. As she kissed me, and put her tongue into my mouth, I now tasted myself on her. The eroticism of it all was incredible.

I lead her to the bedroom. A big king-sized bed awaited us. She laid down and I followed suit next to her. My cock had fully regained its hardness at the thought at what was to come. She almost immediately positioned herself over the top of me.

“You want to fuck my pussy don’t you?” she asked me, once again looking into my eyes. Past my eyes actually, into my soul.

“Yes baby, please” I found myself answering.

She had positioned herself over me. Her body was sliding up and down on mine. Her pussy touching just close enough to my skin, that I could feel her heat and wetness. Oh God, it was an incredible turn on.

She raised far enough forward so her breasts were in my face. She held one of her firm breasts and lead it to my mouth.

“Suck that” she commanded of me.

I gladly sucked it. The nipple came to life for me, hard and firm. I sucked and gently nibbled.

She repeated that with the other side. I took them both and squeezed them together so I could just go back and forth to each now pink and ripe nipple. If I wasn’t sucking on one, I would roll the nipples in between my fingers.

“I’m going to fuck you now” she told me. She lowered herself over my hard cock. I will never forget the incredible feeling as she locked my eyes with her, and spread her pussy lips with one hand and descended canlı bahis siteleri down on top of my cock, her pussy stretching to accommodate me. She was so incredibly tight and warm.

I saw instantly in her face and eyes that she was as caught up in the feeling as I was.

She began to rock on top of me. Grinding her pubic bone into my cock. The head of my cock was as deep as it could go. She found a rhythm, I leaned upward so I could keep my cock even harder for her to please herself on. I took her hips and began to help her set the pace she was creating on my cock. I felt her tense. The look of pure ecstasy crossed over her face, as I felt her pussy muscles squeeze my cock. She shuddered in wave after wave of incredible excitement. I could feel her juices running down between my balls. She was so incredibly wet and warm.

In an instant, she had rolled me over to be on top. The first time since we were together that she had allowed me to be in command. Yes, now familiar territory, I began thrusting my cock in and out of her tight wet pussy. She met me with every thrust. Moaning and begging me to fuck her more.

“Fuck me harder damn it” she yelled.

She had wrapped her legs around my waist and was pulling me deep. Her hands were on my ass, pulling me closer. I could feel another orgasm building. Her right hand had moved even farther down on my ass. My cheeks are firm and tight from working out. I thought she was just massaging my muscles. I was not prepared for what she did next.

Her fingers spread my ass cheeks. As good as my cock felt in her wonderful pussy. I could not help my mind from wandering to those God awful rectal exams from the DR. office. Being so straight, I am almost homophobic, my ass is the last place I think of when I am thinking erotic thoughts.

As if she sensed my hesitation, she tickled the cheeks of my ass with her finger nails. Allowing my ass cheeks to close.

“Let me finger fuck your ass baby” she whispered to me.

Even as she said it, I could feel her pussy tighten and radiate even more wetness, more heat.

All I could think of was how “unmanly” that was. But how MUCH she seemed to be turned on by it. Wondering what the men in the board room would think, the feelings were too intense to analyze long.

Her fingers found their way back again to my inner cheeks. This time it was not such a surprise. She was so slow, gentle, tickling her way to the underside of my balls. I began to get used to her presence there. She would tickle my balls, then run her finger up the slit of my ass. Every time she would cross my asshole, she would stop and give just a little pressure to it.

As I was still plunging in and out of her pussy, I was growing used to her fingers being near my ass. I found myself even pushing and changing my rhythm I was entering with, to push against her fingers when she paused near my tight hole.

I felt her fingers between us. She had slid her little finger in her pussy hole along with my cock. I wasn’t sure what she was doing. But it felt great. She was obviously getting off on it. I felt her orgasm building again.

She removed her little finger from her pussy. Now dripping with her juices, she spread my ass again, and with ease form all her pussy juices, slid her little finger in my virgin ass. There was surprising no pain, far from it. With a few more thrusts, and that magic pinky in my ass, I exploded with a huge climax.

As I was still pumping my cum into her, I felt her squeeze around me again. It was such a turn on to know that this turned her on enough to bring her to a climax, it changed the way I would think about things forever.

Not only was I used to the “magic finger” treatment. I looked forward to it.

That was only the beginning of what my new “take control” lover would introduce me to.

Look forward to part 2.

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Home for Thanksgiving. To describe the journey to her parents’ home for turkey and interrogation as tradition was a gross understatement. Raegan thought of the event as more of a cult ritual. Throw in bleeding and cannibalism and a new religion could gain tax exempt status. Despite the fact that she began dreading the expedition on Halloween, it never occurred to Rae to abstain from the annual ceremony. Like most cultic faiths, family was not easily escapable. Her grandmother didn’t even offer spiked Kool-Aid as a getaway.

Thanksgiving Day in her parents’ house was always a special treat. Mother would start cooking the turkey at 4:30 AM. The smell of the roasting bird would waft through the house and rouse them all by 8:00 AM. Raegan and her sister Lacy would help their mother between watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade on television. Mother’s sister would arrive by 11:00, though she had told them in advance that she would be there by 9:30. Mother and Aunt Nell would promptly get into an argument over the turkey or the gravy or the green beans. By that time, Mother would realize she needed sage or celery or butter and Lacy and Raegan would flee to the local market.

Lunch would start at promptly 1:00 PM, as soon as all the cousins arrived. Grandmother had fought lunch not starting at noon, but had finally relented as the cousins had married and started their own families. Lunch would not be over before her father lead them into an argument involving politics or religion or science or history or landscaping.

Lunch would be followed by football. The family would divide into the Cowboys and the anti-Cowboys for four quarters of cheering and booing. It was Rae’s favorite part of the weekend. Football was followed by dessert, and dessert was not always pumpkin pie and cheesecake. As the cousins married and started their own families, the meat on the chopping block became increasingly sparse. Rae did not bring home a boy friend. She didn’t even talk about one. Grandmother and Aunt Nell took turns ridiculing her singleness. She brushed off their inquisition with mono-syllabic answers.

Lacy and Mother knew the truth, of course. Rae had been in a relationship for seven years. She had lived with her lover in a quaint townhouse in Nashville. There were two bedrooms, and the rest of the family knew that Rae shared a house with Jamie, but they all presumed that everything was innocent.

Rae wasn’t certain she could endure the cross-examination this year. Jamie had left in August for Maine. It had been a difficult decision for both of them, but Rae had come to the conclusion that she did not love Jamie enough to leave Tennessee. They had decided to spend the year apart, not even commuting for holidays or weekend visits. Next August, they would re-evaluate their situation. Through September, they had talked on the phone every night, but by October the telephone calls were less frequent and they were communicating mainly by e-mail, and those were becoming less common. There had been one Wednesday afternoon before she had left for the long trek home.

Rae, I just wanted to tell you to have a Happy Thanksgiving. Have a safe trip to your parents. Give Lacy and Nora my love. I have been invited to spend the day with a co-worker. I think you would like her. Love, J

Rae understood the message perfectly. Jamie was getting ready to move on. Knowing that Jamie waited at home had always given Rae strength during the dessert dig, but Jamie was not waiting this year. Rae didn’t know if she could keep a steady face when grandmother asked her if she had any intention of ever settling down and starting a family.

She mulled over her predicament and mentally practiced her answers as she compared bottles of sage in the spice aisle of Big Mart. She finally decided that she had wasted enough time. If she was gone any longer, her family would suspect she was hiding and her mother would be unable to finish the dressing by one o’clock. She returned one of the bottles to the shelf and made her way to the check-out.

Big Mart would be unbearably busy in less than twenty-four hours. Shoppers would clog the aisles to grab early-morning day-after-Thanksgiving sales. There would be fighting and injuries before Friday at noon, but the store felt vacant as Rae made her way toward the row of cashiers. There were a few other people in the shop picking up last minute items for their own Thanksgiving feast, but for the most part the warehouse seemed deserted. There were only six cashiers working and there were no lines for any of them. Rae put down her purchase without looking at the young lady behind the counter.

“Happy Thanksgiving,” the clerk greeted in a faux cheerful voice. Raegan grunted in response as she thumbed through her wallet for enough money to pay. “It’s going to be cold this year,” the cashier continued, even though she knew Rae was not listening. “They are calling for snow tomorrow.”

“I hope it doesn’t snow too much,” Rae answered, handing her bills across the counter. “I have a long drive ahead of me Saturday afternoon.” For the first time, Rae looked casino siteleri at the girl, forcing a smile onto her face.

The cashier hesitated, her smile dropping, replaced by a puzzled crease of the brow, her hand poised above the money. “Raegan?” she questioned. “Raegan Hall?”

“Yes?” Rae answered slowly, her eyes examining the face in front of her and skimming through her history to identify the woman. The pretty girl was Raegan’s age, so she was probably a piece of high school. Rae had few close friends when she was a teenager and this woman was definitely not one of them. Her friends would have addressed her as Rae. The woman’s skin was naturally bronze and she had crystal blue eyes. Her natural hair color was a dark brown, but blondish highlights streaked through it. Reaching to the middle of her shoulders, it hung straight, framing her round face.

She laughed softly and Raegan thought that it was a beautiful sound. “I didn’t think you would remember me. We had a few classes together our senior year. You sat next to me in Trig and let me cheat off your tests.”

“Tara Roding,” Rae declared. “How are you?”

“It’s not Roding. It’s Myers. I married Billy Myers.”

Rae hesitated. “I heard about his accident. I’m very sorry.”

Tara sighed, her smile dropping. “Thank you. It’s been very difficult for us. I volunteered to work today just so I wouldn’t have to deal with my family and his walking around on egg shells and feeling sorry for me.” She took another deep breath and released it slowly, finally taking Rae’s money. She quietly finished the sale. Rae dropped her eyes, wishing that she hadn’t mentioned the terrible accident that had taken Tara’s husband’s life. “What about you?” Tara asked as she returned Raegan’s change.

“Single.” She hesitated. “Actually, I have just had a relationship end. My lover’s job was relocated.”

“That must be difficult, too.” She passed the bag with the spice bottle to Rae. “I hope you have a Happy Thanksgiving. It was nice seeing you again.”

“You, too,” Rae muttered, returning her wallet to her pocket and withdrawing her keys. She walked to the doors of the store, pulling her jacket closer to her body to fight against the bitterly cold wind. She looked back to the row of check-out counters to find Tara staring also. Rae placed a smile on her lips, lifted her hand in a wave, and hurried into the sharp wind.

Thanksgiving night. Mother had started another holiday tradition while Rae and Lacy were still in high school. She sent them away at night. After all the cousins had left and Aunt Nell had taken Grandmother home, Mother wanted some quiet time, so Lacy and Rae and their father would always pick a movie to see together on Thanksgiving and on Christmas Day. Mother would spend the time resting and enjoying the silence after a busy day while the girls spent quality time with their father. As Father had gotten older, he had stopped enjoying the movies. Lacy now had her own husband to go home to, but Rae had kept the tradition. She would pick a movie that she knew Jamie didn’t want to see and enjoy the smell of popcorn and the crowded, dark theater.

She stood in line at the box office, her eyes skimming the titles, when a voice surprised her. “Here by yourself, Rae?”

Rae felt her heart skip a beat, something even Jamie hadn’t been able to make her do in a long time. A genuine smile formed on her face as she turned to see Tara in line behind her. The clerk held the hand of a small boy who had many of his mother’s features. Rae had found one of her old annuals when she had gotten home to refresh her memory of Tara and Billy Myers. The boy was obviously Billy’s son. Rae turned her smile to him, and then lifted her eyes to Tara again. “Yes. I tried to get Mom to come with me, but she wanted to rest.” She started to ask about Tara’s day, but didn’t want to drag up any unnecessarily painful memories.

“What are you going to see?” Tara asked.

“I hadn’t decided yet,” Rae answered.

“We’re going to see the new cartoon. This is my son, Will. Will, can you say hello to Miss Hall?”

Rae squatted so that she was on eye level with Will. “You can call me Miss Rae. How do you do, Will?”

“I am very good, Miss Rae,” Will answered carefully. “I got to eat turkey and dressing and rolls and chocolate cake at my Gramma’s house today. It was very good. Did you know that Santa Claus will be here very soon? He’s going to bring me a bicycle with two wheels.”

“That sounds fantastic. You’ll have to give me a ride some time. How old are you, Will?”

“I’m four.”

“Why, you are practically a man,” Rae declaring, lifting her eyes to Tara.

Tara had a faraway look in her eyes as she listened to her son interact with her old acquaintance. “Why don’t you join Will and me at our movie? I mean, if you would like to watch a cartoon, and if you would like some company. Will and I would love for you to join us, wouldn’t we, Will?”

Will nodded eagerly, his smile stretching across his face. Rae stood up, taking Will’s other hand. “I would love the company.”

Rae slot oyna insisted on buying tickets for all three of them. Tara bought gummy bears for Will and offered to share her popcorn with Rae. The young mother sat between her son and her friend and they talked quietly of old acquaintances while the theater filled and they waited for the movie to start.

The theater darkened and the film began to roll, so they fell silent, the only sound the rustle of the popcorn as they reached into the bag. Once, they reached at the same time, their hands brushing against one another. They both pulled away suddenly. Rae was certain she felt a charge. It fired into her cheeks, a bright blush spreading that made Rae grateful for the dark theater.

They finished the popcorn and became engrossed in the movie, laughing with the characters and delighting in Will’s reactions. Unconsciously, Rae laid her arm on the back of Tara’s chair as she leaned forward to watch Will. Tara shifted and her upper arm brushed the side of Rae’s breast. Rae bit her lip as another electric jolt shot through her body. She dropped her arm and tried to move as far away from Tara as the chairs would allow.

She lost interest in the movie as she became aware of Tara’s small body sitting next to her. Tara was nearly four inches shorter than Rae. In their brief touch, her skin had been very smooth. She could smell Tara’s shampoo, a green apple scent, and an earthy, natural fragrance that could not be bottled in any perfume. Rae could feel the warmth of Tara’s body. Tara’s hand dropped and covered Rae’s. Rae could feel Tara’s palm pressed to her knuckles. The combination of sensations whirled through Rae’s senses, but Tara seemed totally unaffected by the touch. Rae stretched her fingers and Tara threaded hers through the openings, pressing her fingertips into Rae’s palm.

The credits began to roll and people around them stood, gathering their belongings and their children. Tara and Rae stayed in their seat without looking at one another. Will had fallen asleep, his head in his mother’s lap. As the lights came up, Rae pulled her hand free. Tara smiled, combing her fingers through Will’s downy hair. “He’s had a big day,” she muttered softly.

Rae stood, adjusting her coat. “I’ll carry him to your car for you,” she offered, bending to scoop the little boy into her arms. Tara rose, tucking his jacket around him before trio strolled out the door.

They walked toward Tara’s Ford Escape in silence, Will mumbling sleepily in Rae’s arms. He shifted and rested comfortably. Tara smiled as she unlocked the car, helping Rae place the boy into his car seat. He grumbled, but slouched without waking. Tara turned to Rae without losing the smile. “You’d make a good mother,” she said as she twisted.

Rae inhaled sharply. She was unaware of how close the small woman was until they were face to face. “Your lover was a female?”

Rae gazed down into the upturned face, captivated by the crystal eyes. Tara’s question was more of a statement. Rae could tell by the expression on Tara’s round face that she already knew the answer. Tara’s sweet breath warmed her face as the cold wind whistled across the parking lot. “Yes. Her name was Jamie.”

“Do you still love her?” she asked.

Rae was taken back by the blunt question, partly because it was asked and partly because she didn’t know the answer. She had met Jamie while they were in college and fallen in love almost instantly. Jamie had not been her first lover or her first love, but their romance had progressed quickly. They became friends and were lovers within three months. They had been roommates their last two years in college and moved to Nashville together when Rae had gotten a job at Capitol Records. Living apart had proven to be much more difficult at first than they had anticipated, but they were both making the necessary adjustments. “Jamie has been an important part of my life for a long time. Of course I still love her.” Rae shrugged lightly. “You still love Billy.”

“Always,” Tara answered, wistfulness in her voice, but there was no sadness in her tone. Her little pink tongue slipped out of her mouth and wet her lips, their eyes still not parting from one another. “I had such a crush on you in high school.”

Rae cocked her head in surprise, though Tara did not release her eyes as prisoner. She was uncertain how she should respond. “That’s very . . .” she began, and then stopped, knowing that anything she said would sound awkward and immature. “Thank you.”

Tara finally broke her gaze, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she looked down, a slight pinkness touching her cheeks. “Thank you for the movie. I enjoyed the company.” She hesitated. “Will and I are going to the Christmas parade Saturday. Why don’t you join us?”

Rae’s heart raced for a minute. She planned to leave for Nashville early Saturday afternoon, but she could wait till Sunday morning and still be home in time to rest and be ready for the work week that would begin Monday. Her mother would be thrilled to have her home for another night, though she wasn’t certain that canlı casino siteleri she should tell her mother why she had changed her mind. She took a deep breath and nodded her head in acceptance.

Tara smiled warmly, taking both of Rae’s hands in her own. She stretched upward, her lips parted slightly. At the last minute, Rae turned her head so that Tara’s soft lips touched her cheek. Tara looked surprised, but Rae just grinned. She opened the door to the truck and helped Tara behind the wheel.

Rae stood in the parking lot, watching the tail lights disappear before going to her own small car. Even though she had known that she was gay since she was in high school, she was still not comfortable with her sexuality. She didn’t broadcast to the world that she was gay, though she had never hidden her relationship with Jamie. Her family and her friends at home didn’t know, but all their friends and acquaintances in Nashville had known. She didn’t know how Tara knew.

In the entertainment industry, it was easy to be gay. In Jamie’s business, it had been more difficult, but Jamie had been more comfortable with the label. For Tara, it would be impossible.

Saturday afternoon at the Christmas parade. The Christmas parade in town was a major affair. People picked their spots at least an hour before the parade began its three mile trek through the small town. Churches and civic organizations and school clubs began working on their float weeks before, spending hours tucking tissue paper into chicken wire. The Shriners in their miniature cars came from all over East Tennessee to do figure eights down Main Street. Princesses and pageant winners sat on the backs of convertibles, shivering in the November air. Local hot rod and horse owners showed off their stock. Venders made their way up and down the sidewalk with shopping carts loaded with cotton candy, giant inflated candy canes, and cheap plastic toys.

Tara backed her SUV into the parking lot of a dry cleaner and raised the hatch. She and Rae sat on the tailgate while Will danced excitedly from foot to foot on the sidewalk in front of them, waiting for the first sign of sirens and marching bands.

“I loved Billy very much,” Tara announced suddenly. The mayor rolled down the street in front of them, tossing peppermints to the children. Will scrambled to get his share. “We didn’t date in high school, but we got acquainted at our job the summer before we started college. He was a tender, passionate man. He provided well for me and was a good father to Will.”

Rae did not feel it was appropriate for her to make any comments, nor were any expected, so she remained silent.

Tara threaded her fingers through Rae’s, and Rae gave her hand a light squeeze in encouragement. “I was devastated by the accident. He spent a lot of time on the road, and for a while, it was like he was gone on another trip. Eventually, I started breathing again. Will stopped crying every night. Then I realized I was pregnant.” Tara ran her free hand over her stomach and for the first time, Rae noticed the slight swell. “Probably conceived the last night we were together.”

“Congratulations,” Rae responded quietly.

“It’s like he left a piece of himself for me. I’m four months along.” She took a deep, shaky breath. “I would have eventually been miserable, though.” Rae frowned at Tara’s confession. “Billy was everything I wanted, except . . .” She swallowed with difficulty, pinching her lips together as she sought the words to explain her feelings to Raegan. “I really didn’t know what it was. If I did know, I didn’t want to acknowledge it. I refused to admit it.” Her eyes shifted to Will, making certain he wasn’t paying any attention to the adults. Her voice softened. “I found one of Billy’s girly magazines. I thought that it was because he had been out of town and I was just lonely, but even when I was with Billy, I found myself fantasizing about women.”

Rae felt a lump form in her throat as she tried to form a response. Tara smiled, seeing the struggle her friend endured. “I just wanted you to know that.” She squeezed Rae’s hand again and turned her attention fully to the parade. Their joined hands rested between them, linking them together. Rae was amazed at how comfortable Tara was with the touch, and at the sparks she felt shooting from Tara’s fingertips. They fired up her arm and into her brain, making her unable to concentrate or reason.

Her arguments from the night before threatened to intrude their comfortable companionship. Tara was just experimenting. Rae didn’t need that added baggage in an already difficult time. She missed Jamie. It had been a long time since she had been single. She was vulnerable herself and was misreading Tara’s cues. It had been so long since she had been with anyone but Jamie, she wasn’t certain that she could read anyone’s cues anymore. Santa Claus rode by on the last float, waving to everyone and calling out cheerful Christmas greetings. Will answered enthusiastically, waving at the back of the float until it disappeared from site. Tara wistfully looked up at Rae, knowing her friend would be returning to Nashville tomorrow morning. “You’ll come for dinner, won’t you? Let me cook supper for you.” Her voice was soft and urgent, her grip on Raegan’s hand tight as her eyes pleaded for their afternoon to continue.

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Another story; complete fantasy again, but based on a dream I had and a thought suggested by a hairbrush. Hope you like it.

Em

It happened in Spain, a huge Villa with loads of bedrooms, garden, patio, cookout area and swimming pool. It was a family holiday; Mum had struck lucky on the lottery and won about £70,000. After paying off the rest of her mortgage and a few presents, she flew all of us to Spain for almost the whole summer in this fantastic villa she’d found through a friend.

‘Us’ was Mum and Dad, my younger brother Pete and his girlfriend, my Sister and her husband and two children, my kids and me. I’m in my late thirties, married, in reasonable shape after two kids, with dark hair and blue eyes. ‘He who must be obeyed’ was unavailable for part of the holiday of course, working and couldn’t be spared. He is a good man, a great father, great husband, kind and sensibly generous, but a bit boring on occasions. We made love, not as often as we did before the kids of course, but it was nice if, again, a little boring. The vibrator in my knickers drawer was bought from an Anne Summers party and was responsible for saving my sanity on many occasions. He liked it to and on a few occasions used it on me, but he only ever seemed to want to fuck me with it and not use it on my clit. And yes, I did on occasions nick the batteries from the kid’s toys.

I was and still am in love with him, so please don’t think that any of this was about revenge or the seven-year itch or anything. It was, well, one of those things.

The Villa had everything, Mum had gone mad and had couple of hire cars, a cleaner and even went made and had a huge stack of groceries delivered. So we cooked, when we didn’t go out to eat, loaded the dishes in the washer and they appeared clean in the cupboard the next day. Similarly, the laundry washed, ironed and folded itself and put itself in piles in the bedroom it came out of.

I got my first all over tan since I couldn’t remember, swam, played with the kids, well at least the one that wanted to be played with. All my teenage son could do was stare at my sister Caroline in her swimsuit, again very pretty for her thirty two years and in good shape considering the two kids, and more so, my younger brothers girlfriend Julia. Julia was twenty, slim, dark and looked fantastic in the variety of teeny bikinis that she wrapped or strapped around herself. His day was made when she finally went topless on the private beach the villa had, five days into the holiday. I told him not to stare a few times but gave up when Caroline bought a bikini and she too went the same way. Although Caroline did start by just undoing the back strap while laying down, eventually after watching Julia disporting on the beach turning Hollywood Brown almost all over, she just stood up and left the thing where it was.

Somehow I just couldn’t, but it was funny watching my son having to lie on his front to hide his erection.

The relaxed atmosphere soon worked its magic on all of us in the same way though and with the addition of some wine it didn’t take long for my Brother and Sister and their appropriate partners to get at it.

At about four in the morning of the fifth day I came to, woken from a light doze. Being a parent you have this radar that detects naughtiness. Like most mums I can hear a suppressed giggle at five hundred yards, a door or window latch that shouldn’t be opening before it drops down again.

My main concern was, of course, my children. I didn’t want either of them having a moonlight dip with no adults around and I stood and stepped over to the large patio window and tipped the vertical blind aside a fraction.

It wasn’t my children at all and I breathed a sigh of relief. What I saw was my erstwhile brother and Julia, both slightly the worse for wear after a few too many at the local wine bar just down the beach.

He was trying to take off his trousers without falling over, while Julia giggled.

“Come on!” he said in a hissed whisper, pulling off his shoe.

“No!” she replied with a shocked giggle.

The shoes were soon gone and Julia sat down on one of the recliners stifling her giggles. Pete pushed down his trousers and pants in one go and kicked them to one side before pulling his T-shirt over his head.

With his back to me, he stepped into the water and walked across the pools dipping down to soak his hair. When he reached the other side, he jumped out and walked across to her and she slid as far back on the chair as she could giggling nervously. He shook his hair over her and she flapped girlishly trying to avoid the drops.

I couldn’t hear the talk now but she sat up straight and folded her arms. He bent down and kissed her, and she reciprocated.

Reaching down she grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up over her head revealing her lithe body, nicely brown and very shapely, the moonlight reflecting off of her curves. She didn’t stand up, but appeared to brushing her hands along his body. The movement of her head and my Brother’s tipped casino siteleri back head gave me the clue that she was blowing him. Sat astride the recliner as she was, she obviously wasn’t happy with the position. As if on cue he moved around slightly and I had a view of her mouth sliding along a penis that had increased in size significantly since I’d seen it last.

She pulled it out of her mouth and smiled up at him and whispered something, all the time masturbating him, occasionally licking the end of him. He nodded and stepped back, while she stood up.

She wriggled her hips slightly and slid down tiny panties revealing a small strip of dark pubic hair contrasting beautifully with her skin turned pale by the moonlight. She stepped to the side of the pool noticing that she still wore her dark heels. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m definitely a guy girl but they made her look legs look longer and even sexier, until she kicked them to one side and stepped into the water with him. The swam along the pool reaching for and stroking each other, stopping at the far end of the pool where there position, movements and facial expression let me know that they were shagging. I know it was my own brother and everything, but right there and then I felt so fucking horny that I would have fucked anything male with two legs and a heartbeat. I couldn’t see much of the action without announcing my presence though.

Because of the heat I slept naked and the hand not holding the blind was busy at my sopping pussy and clit. They swam back towards me with him obviously chasing her. As she attempted to climb out of the pool he grabbed her pulled her back down so she was resting on the poolside and he must have slipped into her from behind and she gasped.

As for me I was just glued to her facial expressions as he fucked her, the wet slapping sound and anything he was doing was lost to me, so fixed was I on her grinning and groaning. She raised herself up on her arms and her lovely boobs pointed right at me, nipples sharp and dark.

I’m don’t know if she actually came, but that was what it looked like to me. Having only ever come three times during intercourse, I was no expert but she appeared to tremble all over and drop down again. At the last moment it seemed like she looked straight at me.

I took a few steps back to my bed and fell backwards onto it to release the full energy of the orgasm. If she came I don’t know, but I certainly did. I had to bury my face in the covers to stop ME crying out the way that Julia was.

I woke the following morning, well-rested and feeling good, naked as a jaybird halfway down the bed. My clit was still throbbing and my pussy was wet and still slightly puffy.

That day I carefully searched the house looking for anything remotely dick shaped, but the house was bare. Even the candles were either pencil thin or thick as loaf of bread. My hairbrush and a nicely shaped handle to it but would hardly do the job. In the end I settled to walk down to the town and in pigeon Spanish try to buy a nice Spanish cucumber, like my Mum had always made rude jokes about to her friends when she thought I wasn’t listening. I needed a fuck, that was for sure, my period had finished just as we left and I was probably ovulating, which always had that effect.

When I said I was walking down to the village, of course there was a debate about it until finally it was decided that we would all go into town. I did look around the grocery store, and the whole family was stood around the salad and vegetable stall. Shit, I just couldn’t get close enough; I saw Mum chuck two cucumbers in the box and tried to get close enough to throw in another without anyone seeing. But it all seemed a little obvious, me walking around with an extra cucumber, or nicking one from the shelf, after all I could hardly put it back after and hope that no one noticed.

That afternoon we went back to the beach, and I walked along to the bar to use the toilet purchased some condoms. Anything I did find I could cover over at least.

I took the little box into the cubicle and taking the three thin, foil packets from the box tried to think where to secret them for the journey back to the villa. I had, like my sister and Julia finally gone for the bikini option, and slipping them into my bra top didn’t work to well.

I took the bull by the horns and slipped them in my pussy. Smaller than a tampon and… shit, I had lost the string of a tampon once and spent two hours on the bathroom floor trying to fish the bastard out. It would have to be the other one. I squatted over the toilet. It was a little bit uncomfortable until I squished the sharp foil corners down and they were almost bullet-shaped. I pushed hard and the shiny little package slipped in, and I stood up pulled up the bikini bottoms and walked out.

It felt almost like an itch that I needed to scratch in there, but it would do.

Walking back along the beach with something I knew was going to help me slake my lust made me start to feel horny again. The rubbing slot oyna in my back passage was kind of sexy in itself and my nipples hardened against the thin material of the bikini. Would my dampening pussy betray me through the bottoms also? I walked into the sea and splashed along, kicking the water like a ten-year-old. By the time I got to our beach I was up to my waist and my bikini pants were soaked anyway.

I lay on a towel and read for a while, but no way could I concentrate. I shouted to my daughter that I was heading back and she said she would follow with everyone else. Pete shouted that he would watch her for me. This was easy, as he had spent the first part of the week teaching her to swim and she was coming on well. She was even well attached to Julia, who was only eight years older than her.

Back at the Villa I headed for the kitchen to find Mum and Dad in the kitchen preparing a vast meal and, you guessed it, both of the cucumbers were neatly sliced ready to be cubed for my Dad’s famous salad.

I stepped under the shower in my en-suite and washed the salt water off. I needed to be careful as my children also used this bathroom on occasions.

I rinsed out the bikini, rung it out and lay it over the sink to dry a bit. Next I reached behind me and stuck a finger into my back passage and routed around for the condoms. I could feel them with the tip of my finger but I just couldn’t hook them out. I dripped shower gel onto my extended finger, tried again and everything was a lot easier, although it did sting a bit. The little packet popped out easily and I rinsed it thoroughly conscious of where it had been for the last hour.

I dried off and decided to lie on my bed and nap for an hour before dinner.

As I lay down I heard Caroline’s shower next door going off and figured that they were back too. I dozed, just the towel over me, until I heard the familiar squeak-squeak of a bed being played on, and not by ten year olds.

So, Caroline was getting some as well was she? I listened at the wall and could hear them going at it like rabbits. Caroline always struck me as terribly straight laced, and the idea of sex for anything other than children would be against her nature.

That was crap for a start, it was obvious from the noises that she was getting a good seeing to. This time I didn’t feel horny, just jealous.

I went back to my bed feeling my swollen labia with my right hand, the dampness in the centre of my palm was unmistakable. I tried not to masturbate really I did, but I was just so fucking horny.

My middle finger strummed between my squishy lips and I was doing really well with the end in sight.

The door slid back suddenly and I heard,

“You don’t mind if I use your… Oh,” there was a sharp intake of breath, “Shit sorry Cathy I didn’t realise you… err…”

I sat upright my hand covering what it had so recently been toying with, the towel that had covered me previously was laying on the floor over by the wall, where it had fallen while I was listening to my sister and brother in law shagging.

“Hi… Julia,” I said, “I…”

She looked at me and smiled.

“Got that bad has it?” She reached behind me and slid the door shut again.

“Oh shit yes,” I gasped sitting up, still with a hand idly across my pubis, “I had to listen to Caroline and Phil at it a few minutes ago.”

“I suppose me and Pete shagging in the pool couldn’t have helped either.”

I was aghast, “You…”

“Your reflection,” she said folding her arms, “I could see your shape outlined, and what you were doing.”

“Sorry,” I said shamefaced.

“Don’t apologise, quite turned me on, didn’t think I was going to make it until I saw your hand busy between your thighs.”

My mouth flapped, “I think I must be ovulating, the hormones you understand, make me a bit wild.”

“Shit Hun, don’t I know it.” She smiled at me, “Are you OK?” she asked, “did you err… you know?”

“No,” I said, “not quite.”

“Sorry Cath, Look can I borrow your en-suite? Lucy said you wouldn’t mind, I wont be a moment, and you can err… do what you have to?”

“Yes,” I spluttered, keen to have her out of the way so I could dress, “Please do.”

She beamed a big grin, “Thanks!” and proceeded to strip off her bikini top revealing those beautiful young and firm breasts I’d seen so closely the night before.

Finally she pushed down the bottoms and stepped out of them. “Won’t be a minute!”

Now I couldn’t think for a second why she couldn’t have done that in the small bathroom, but her body was lovely and I supposed the narcissist in her wanted to show off a bit. Her bottom swung beautifully as she walked through the little door.

I heard the water flow in the next room and tried to settle down a bit, for the hell of it I brushed my hand across my mound and felt it was still wet. I figured I might as well finish off, and strummed gently at my clit for a few moments. I checked the bathroom door and it was closed so I got down to it. By the time my bum canlı casino siteleri was high off of the bed as I came to a really nice orgasm, I’d almost forgotten about Julia; she hadn’t forgotten about me though.

“Wow, reckon you needed that one,” her voice came from the bathroom door.

“Were you watching me?” I asked slightly peevishly.

“Yeah,” she said rubbing the towel through her wet hair, “at least I wasn’t wanking when I was watching you having some.”

I grinned, “fair play.”

“Look,” she said walking closer to me, “I’ve brought my vibrator with me, if you bought some condoms and cleaned it after, you can borrow it for a night… or two?”

“Oh could I? That would be fantastic,” I said gleefully.

“No problem, we are all girls together here. I’ll dig it out for you.” She wrapped a towel around her curvaceous figure and trotted back to her room. I didn’t know whether she was coming straight back or whether she would bring it later on, so I wiped myself down (I was quite icky and sticky by this stage) dressed and headed down to the kitchen to join the rest of the family for the evening meal.

I dressed for the heat of the evening and was sat on the terrace watching my children and my sister’s children still splashing in the pool despite our requests that they changed for dinner.

Julia appeared with Pete, looking ravishing in a white sundress that showed her cleavage and perfect body off wonderfully. Everyone looked, my Dad, my Brother in law, even my son imprisoned in the pool I guessed by the size of his erection. She sat with Pete who looked prouder than a peacock with this stunner at his side.

We all took bowls and headed for the food Mum and Dad had prepared and while I stood looking at the selection, Julia whispered in my ear,

“I left that thing under your pillow, the batteries are almost brand new.”

“I have some condoms,” I whispered back. Julia looked at me in shock.

“Already?”

“Bought them yesterday with the same thing in mind, but not with a… you know.”

“Christ,” she hissed irreverently, “you WERE desperate weren’t you.”

The meal consumed and four tired children packed off to bed, we sat and watched the stars and the moon, drinking more and more.

Eventually, Pete and my Brother in Law Phil headed off to the beach bar for some beers, leaving me, my sister and Julia.

My sister yawned, and said that she was really tired and must get to bed.

“All that exercise you were getting up to earlier,” I said.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” she said in mock surprise, “Anyway, you’re only jealous.” She poked her tongue out, said her goodnights and headed for bed.

Julia and I did in the last of the wine in the bottles we’d opened, and I too said I was heading for bed.

“At least you have some company tonight,” she giggled.

“Yes, I can’t thank you enough.” Julia looked at me.

“Yes you could,” she said, “Can I watch while you do it?”

“I’m sorry?”

“I’d like to watch you,” she said, “It’s OK I’m not a Lesbian or anything, it’s just… when I watched you this afternoon, it was… well beautiful you know?”

“Beautiful?” I queried.

“Yeah,” she said enthused, “you have a great body Cath and it was so nice just to watch you playing and enjoying yourself so… innocently.”

“And you call that innocent?” I laughed.

“Yes I do,” she said, “you weren’t shagging around, you weren’t chasing after your brother in law, you wanted an orgasm and you went for it. It was just you, no clothes, no outside worries, just you wanting to come, and it was beautiful to watch.”

“Yes,” I said, “Actually watching you and Pete the other night was like that,” it was two people making love.”

“So, can I watch you tonight? Promise it won’t get weird or anything.”

“OK,” I said. I don’t know why I said yes, or what possessed me; I just felt that I wanted to share. We’d both seen each other naked, we’d both watched the other doing the same kind of thing, so what was there to loose?

We stood, quietly and with a touch of ‘what shall we do now’ embarrassment between us.

Boldly, I took her hand, switched off the lights and we walked along the terrace to my room and slid the patio door open. We both stepped in and she pulled the door shut, letting go of my hand to close the blinds, and flick the latch that locked it.

“Don’t want anyone to have the same view that I did,” she said.

I switched on the bedside lamp, and saw my disturbed pillow and what it suggested. I lifted the vibrator out of the bag it was in and looked at it. It was a long plastic one; mine was one of those with the rabbit on, and not really meant for fucking with, but this looked good.

“It’s powerful,” said Julia watching me, “I just use the tip on my clit most of the time.”

“Yeah,” I said, “That’s nice, but I need something more.”

“Oh, that one’ll do that as well.”

I put the vibrator down, closed my eyes and stretched, automatically carrying out that parental pre-bed ritual of shaking you life down; were the kids in bed, was everything switched off, were there clean clothes for everyone, and what are we doing tomorrow stuff. Julia moved closer as I ran my fingers through my hair.

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His massive forearms slowly tightened like a vise across my head, cutting off the supply of oxygen rich blood to my brain. I tried to break the hold to no avail, and next thing I knew, the gym slowly faded out…

I awoke I don’t know how much later, but Zach was gone. I had a pretty good headache going and a bitter taste in my mouth. And not just from losing the match. I figured it was blood, the after-effects of a pretty good forearm shiver he’d given me that caught me a little too flush across the face. I peeled myself up off the mat, grabbed my stuff and headed for the shower. I rinsed out my mouth at the sink, expecting to see pinkish water when I spat, but it was as clear as when I cupped it into my mouth. Odd.

* * * * *

Zach and I ran “92”, a flourishing wrestling academy on Chicago’s north side. The club was named in honor of the glorious year Zach and I helped bring our college an NCAA wrestling title. I hadn’t wrestled much after school, but Zach carried on a while. For a time he even ran in the professional wrestling circuit under the moniker The North Side Strangler. It earned him a little bit of dough and enough notoriety that we were able to turn “92” into a wrestling school of some renown. I ran the business mostly, leaving Zach to do the actual training.

Not that I couldn’t take down most people who came into the gym, but Zach was clearly the man. I’m just a hair under 6 feet, and he had a good four or five inches on me. Plus he had to be at least 250 pounds of absolutely solid muscle. I was clearly softer than I used to be when I was competing, but I was well below his weight class regardless. He kept his medium brown hair rather long, whereas I wore mine in a buzz cut for simplicity.

Sometimes when classes or private tutoring sessions were done for the day, he and I would wrestle each other. Mostly Greco-roman style, but of course casino siteleri his career as a pro wrestler left him with a knack of throwing in the odd aerial move or two. Frankly, he’d often try and catch me off guard by reverting to some of his non-traditional moves. No stranger to the WWE myself, I’d try some of the things I’d see on TV right back at him. Though spirited, mostly the matches had always been in good fun. Recently though, he seemed determined to finish me off with a submission move that would knock me out. More and more often these days, I’d find myself coming to, staring at the ceiling.

* * * * *

“Had enough, Ruben?!?” He taunted.

Again I found myself in an uncomfortable, desperate position. He had my arms locked behind my back, while his legs scissored around my neck. As frantically as I struggled to free myself, I couldn’t break free. I started to see stars.

“Good night my bitch,” he muttered. I had just enough time to think “did he just call me his bitch?” before I went out again beneath his power.

I awoke on my back sometime later, alone. I dragged myself to the showers again, stripped down and turned on the water. Just as I was about to step under the water, I looked down at my trimmed pubes and saw they were matted in a couple of places. I reached down to feel, and found the spots somewhat tacky. It was like…like what? Like dried cum, I wondered. What the fuck was that all about?!?

How the hell did I get dried cum on my pubes? I know some guys got titillated in the ring, with all the close physical contact but I’d never had that happen. I certainly hadn’t had sex or jerked off at all today, and I’d been around myself all day, you’d think I would have noticed. But that gave me pause. Because I hadn’t technically been around all day, had I? I’d been out cold for part of it. After Zach laid me out. Had he called me slot oyna his bitch???

Ohmigod, was this his cum on me?!?

* * * * *

I didn’t know how to confront Zach about my suspicions. For right now, that’s all they still were–suspicions. I needed some kind of proof. I thought about rigging up one of those nanny cams, but in the ended decided on a simpler strategy. I’d play possum. The next time he tried to put me out, I’d surrender to the hold earlier, only pretending to be unconscious. Then I’d see for certain if this was all in my mind of if Zach was doing what I feared he might be.

* * * * *

It still amazed me how easily he tossed me around sometime. This thought crossed my mind as he had my almost 200 pounds slung over his shoulder. Suddenly he jackknifed me around and slammed me to the mat. The wind went out of me in a whoosh, only worsened when he flattened himself down on top of me. Like lightening he’d swung around behind me, raising me up and wrapping me in a sleeper hold.

“This is it”, I thought.

I put up an act of struggling to escape, hoping I was convincing enough. After a moment, I spasmed once, then slumped back against him, my arms falling limp to my sides. He continued the hold a moment longer until he must have been convinced, then let me collapse to the mat.

I lay there for what seemed like an eternity, afraid to move. I began to think I’d been wrong about the whole thing, when I finally sensed his presence beside me again. I had to remind myself to relax and keep breathing regularly.

Then there it was, his hand cupping my cock and balls. Massaging me. Slipping beneath the waistband of my shorts and underwear and wrapping around my cock. In that moment, I didn’t know what to do. Of course I should have just jumped up and stopped this, but I had our 16 year friendship to think of. I had our business to think canlı casino siteleri of. I had…well…I had to admit it felt good!

My cock was growing hard under his surprisingly gentle touch. He stroked me slowly for a bit, before he moved to slide my shorts and underwear down. I was now exposed to him.

Through drooping lids, I watched as he quickly pulled off his own shorts. His cock jutted straight out from his body. It had to be a good seven or eight inches long, thick around and cut. Before I could really process it, he turned my head towards him and pushed his cock into my mouth.

He slid back and forth along my tongue. I could taste his pre-cum, and I flashed back to that earlier match where I woke with a strange taste in my mouth. It was all coming together.

I should have been mad, but instead I was completely aroused. Zach had dominated me in the ring, and was now claiming his prize. It seemed so primal.

I ached to reach down and jerk myself off while he used my mouth, but couldn’t move. I didn’t know what would happen if he knew I was on to him. I just lay there and savored the feeling of his thick, hard, hot cock in my mouth. The head was spongier than I’d expected it to be, though I’d never really spent that much time wondering about the texture of cock flesh before.

I started to wonder what it would feel like when he exploded in my mouth. Would his cum be hot against my throat? Would I choke?

But I didn’t get to find out. To my disappointment, he withdrew from my mouth and kneeled down between my legs. He began jerking himself off, pointing his cock at my own. His hand was moving at a rapid pace, his breathing ragged. He began to shoot his cum across my cock and balls, and indeed it was warm as it splashed over my skin. He tried to wipe me clean with his shirt, then stood to leave. As soon as I heard the door close, I reached straight for my straining cock and jerked myself until I came over my stomach and chest.

I lay for a moment thinking about what had happened. And how I had reacted to being taken advantage of. And what I might do next?

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I knew where this was going.

I was sitting in Kamrod Tikka’s lap, both of us naked, me facing him, and with my heels resting on the headrests of the adjacent seats in his business jet high over India en route to Bangkok.

He already had his fat cock up inside me and I felt his hands go under my buttocks from each side, and my buttocks spread and a finger from each hand enter me as well. I was grabbing the headrest on both sides of his head for dear life to stay in place as his hands no longer were encircling my waist.

I moaned as a second finger from each hand penetrated me as well.

“You liked the copilot, didn’t you?” he murmured to me. “I can have him back here in a minute. I know he’d like it.”

“No, Kam, not now, please. Maybe someday, but . . . oh god, oh god!”

A third finger from each hand had entered me, and he had grasped his shaft with his fingers and was moving it back and forth inside me.

I panted and gasped . . . and came up his hard, dark belly in the rivulet of black, curly hair that descended from his chest into his pubes.

Kamrod wasn’t done, though. He was only beginning. He had superb control. The fingers came out of my channel and he was grasping my buttocks and pulling them apart, and with the strength of his strong arm muscles, raising and lowering me on his shaft too, until, finally, as the jet started its descent into Bangkok and I nuzzled my face into the hollow of his neck and gasped and moaned, he gave me his seed in three prodigious jerky bursts.

I lay against him, panting, while he ran his hands up and down my back and went tumescent inside me. I whimpered for him, letting him know he had mastered me. I knew it was what he wanted. India putting America in its place.

I even asked him to do it again in a low whisper of longing, knowing there wasn’t time before we landed, but also knowing it excited him to have that control over me and that well into his fifties, he could still have a twenty-two-year old blond beg for it from him. I felt him stiffening again at the thought, but then there was a ding, the red light went on over our bank of chairs, and he muttered with regret that I’d just have to wait—that we were descending into the Thai capital.

I took his face in my hands, kissed him, and wiggled my butt on his shrinking cock, as if I wouldn’t listen to reason. And I knew that this excited him as well. I needed to keep him excited.

I knew he wanted to double me. He’d been building up to it for some time. But I had fended that off. I didn’t know how much longer I could do that. If I truly didn’t want to give in to it, I’d have to find another daddy. And it would be hard to find another man in Mumbai as hard bodied, hard cocked, and rich as the international entrepreneur, Kamrod Tikka. And not having my passport in my possession, Mumbai was pretty much my selection pool.

He had picked me up in a male bordello in Mumbai after I’d been there less than a week, abandoned by the American businessman who had brought me there and suddenly decided he preferred dark-skinned Indian boys to American beach bum blonds.

I had gone with Kamrod willingly, because after a week in the bordello, and discovering that young blond men were in high demand in India, I didn’t know if I could survive another week in that place. On the whole, I’d found Indian men small cocked, but they had some peculiar notions of what to do with their cocks. And the Western businessmen who visited the brothel wanted their money’s worth and generally wanted rough sex that they didn’t think they could get away with in their home environments.

Kamrod had been both the hunkiest and most refined of technique of the Indian men who had bought my time, and he took his time with me. I found the fingers plus cock routine he liked painful at first, but I’d been with him a full month now, and one night I’d even managed most of his hand buried and gripping and rotating his cock inside me. He took it slow and gave me plenty of time to adjust.

He was tall and burly for an Indian. A handsome face and an assured manner. He was dark skinned, telling me that he was from south India, where that was normal. And I liked the black, curly body hair he had on his forearms and thighs and cascading down from his Adam’s apple to his cock.

His mouth was sweet and persistent on my cock, and he could play me for nearly an hour at a time, bringing me to the brink and then holding me off. Then suddenly entering my channel with three or four fingers and spreading them and making me cum in a flood as the pad of a thumb thrumbed on my prostate. Sometimes that was the end, but more often, he’d move between my legs then, and I’d feel his thick cock entering me between the fingers and he’d work me for another eternity, showing that he knew how to control himself as well.

And, as I said, he took his time and made love to me with his voice as he fucked me. He had a mesmerizing tone to his voice and he could speak in the rhythm of the fuck.

I casino siteleri was never quite sure how long he would want me. He seemed the type who could keep in thrall a young man of his own choosing from his own business world and who didn’t need to go to a brothel.

I actually saw that in the first week I was with him in his home. A young German man, who obviously didn’t like Indians and who visibly pulled away from them and showed distaste at their touching manner, came—reluctantly, I’m sure—to Kamrod’s house for a business meeting and no more than two hours later was coming on a toilet stool, his ankles on Kamrod’s shoulders, and melting at the love Kamrod was making with his voice in the young man’s ear and with his cock in the German’s channel.

I asked, apprehensibly, why he had brought me from the brothel—and then not just discarded me when he’d done all he wanted to do to me. He told me that he had heard about me from a colleague and that I was just the kind who turned him on. He also smiled and said he hadn’t done everything he wanted to do with me yet, causing me to shudder as much from the way he’d said it as from the touch of the backs of his fingers gliding up the inside of my thighs.

He more than hinted that he liked threesomes and double penetrations, but I didn’t hop on that suggestion. Increasingly, though, I figured I’d either have to show interest in that or find another way home from India.

I was in India illegally now. I had no papers. Whatever man I was with could pretty much do anything he wanted with me. I felt lucky that Kamrod, hunky, not too old—maybe early fifties—refined, and filthy rich was the man who had me.

When he said he had to go to Bangkok on business and he wanted me to go with him, there wasn’t much I could—or wanted to—say other than yes. I started to mention the problem of leaving the country, but he produced my passport, which he somehow had managed to acquire.

He didn’t give it to me, though, and I didn’t ask him to.

We were booked at the Oriental Hotel, Bangkok’s most prestigious hotel.

That night, in a tenth-floor suite, Kamrod was all about my needs rather than his. Although he was a good lover, everything we’d done before was because he wanted to do it. On this night, though, he wanted to know what I wanted. He said we could just sleep too, if that was my wish.

I would have liked the “just sleep” suggestion—Kamrod was quite virile and had fucked me at least once a day since he had, essentially, bought me from the bordello. But knowing his appetites, I didn’t want to do anything that lessened his ardor for me.

So, I asked him to take me out onto the balcony overlooking the Chao Phya river, with the Wat Arun temple lit up across the water, and lay back on the chaise lounge out there, while I mounted him and fucked him slowly and gazed out over the exotic river scene, the water still alive with small long-tail boats even in the night.

He seemed pleased with my choice and came twice for me.

The next day, he was in meetings until the evening. I sat by the pool, where I got several propositions—from men and women alike. But it was nice not to have to say yes.

Except for a young, small Thai pool boy, who assured me that he was in his twenties and who I fucked down in a patch of bougainvillea near the river’s edge, happy to be the top for once in a very long while, I politely turned aside all other offers.

Near sunset, Kamrod came back to the room and told me we’d be dressing formally for dinner and that we’d be eating with the Belgium businessman he had come to Bangkok to strike a deal with. I didn’t ask what sort of businesses Kamrod was in—and he didn’t tell me. I surmised there was more than one business, though, and I could tell they were lucrative.

As we were leaving our suite for the hotel’s Le Normandie restaurant, Kamrod leaned in to me and said, “I believe I have the deal I wanted, but he has expressed an interest in you. I need for you to be pleasant to him—despite whatever impression he makes.”

Of course, I thought. Why wouldn’t I be pleasant? But then I met the man. Kamrod introduced him as Hugo Jaguerman. I would have thought that Pig would be a more fitting name.

He was a massive man, even bulkier than Kamrod. But I could tell by the way that he filled out his tux shirt that it was mostly muscle, not fat. His jacket must have been specially tailored for him to accommodate the girth of his upper arms. His head, a pig’s head, complete with snout, seemed to lay directly on his shoulders. What little I could see of his neck was as thick as his head.

He was bald, with folds of fat at the base of his neck, and his ears looked like those of a pig also. His eyes were small, buried in puffy cheeks, but as he squinted at me, I could see the same expression of lust that I’d seen in men’s eyes most of my life.

He ate like a pig too, his eyes rarely leaving mine, as he chewed noisily on all of the artistically prepared dishes that were wasted slot oyna on him.

He and Kamrod talked—although Jaguerman looked at me rather than Kamrod. But they spoke in French, which I didn’t understand. I was disgusted with how the pig would stuff his mouth and then talk. He left the impression of a coarse man with huge appetites that were almost impossible to satiate. I shuddered at the thought of what I assumed I was there for.

Hearing French coming out of such a hoggish face was a surprise. But he was Belgian, so I suppose it was natural that he’d speak French. It was more of a surprise that Kamrod spoke it—and when he spoke it, it sounded like music. A little chill went up my spine at the thought of him speaking soft French in his mesmerizing voice while he fucked me.

When the coffee was served, Kamrod stood up from the table and walked away without a word to me, although he leaned down and spoke softly in Jaguerman’s ear, which was answered by a leer.

And Kamrod didn’t come back to the table.

“We go now,” Jaguerman said in heavily accented English when he’d finished his coffee.

“Mr. Tikka?” I answered in a surprised voice.

“We will meet him at apartment.”

I started to object, but a burly man in a black suit was at the side of our table. He had a chauffeur’s hat tucked under his arm and seemed to be well known to Jaguerman. I got that he was Jaguerman’s driver and that I indeed was going someplace with Jaguerman. The Belgian alone was muscle enough to manage that even if I didn’t want to, but here in the best restaurant in Thailand, his bulky chauffeur made clear that I shouldn’t make a scene.

I knew for sure now what Kamrod meant by being pleasant to the Belgian businessman. And I probably knew exactly why I’d been brought along for the jet ride. I would not be surprised to find out that the Belgian had specified what type of young man he wanted Kamrod to bring with him from Mumbai and that this was what prompted Kamrod to take me from the brothel.

The thought struck me that I would not be flying back to India with Kamrod. But this was quickly replaced with the fear that I would not be leaving wherever I was going now alive.

In the back of the Mercedes limousine, where I half assumed I would be thoroughly fucked, I wasn’t.

I sat in the middle of the back seat, and Jaguerman, taking up much of the width of the seat, sat across from me and stared at me and picked at his teeth with a toothpick.

“Let me see it,” he said in a low growl.

“See it? See what? Oh.” He was motioning with his hands what he wanted to see.

I spread my legs and unzipped my trousers and fished my cock out.

I cupped my balls in the palm of my hand, and we sat there for several moments, Jaguerman picking his teeth with a toothpick with one hand, his legs now spread too, and his other hand holding himself through the fabric of his tux trousers.

I assumed this was the start of rough sex. But it wasn’t.

“Enough,” he said, and I folded my goods back into my trousers and zipped up. He kept his hand on his crotch, though, and it was obvious he was aroused.

We didn’t have long to drive after that—to yet another high-rise building on the banks of the Chao Phya.

Jaguerman lived in the penthouse, which, although large, was surrounded on all four sides by terracing that dwarfed the apartment.

I held back a gasp when we entered the apartment and he flipped on the light switch.

The lounge room we entered, with an S-shaped sofa winding its way through the center of the room, lit up in a soft glow—but not from any lights overhead or on floors or tables. Instead, track lighting in the ceiling spotlighted onto paintings on the walls.

My almost gasp was caused by seeing that all of the paintings were male nudes—or, more precisely, male torsos. An impossibly muscled—almost cartoonish in its muscle definition—highly erotic torso and legs, bringing to mind that of a muscle-bound satyr.

“Sit on couch. You want drink?”

“Umm, yes,” I answered. “A beer is fine, if you have it.”

“Bottle or can?”

“A Bottle’s fine, thanks.”

He laughed. “You choose wisely. But, then again, maybe not.”

On that strange note, he left the room and went into another one overlooking the terrace, which looked like it was a bar.

When he came back, he was swinging four bottles of beer—two in each hand—but I hardly noticed them, as shocked as I was.

He was naked. And what immediately dawned on me was that he obviously was the model for the paintings lit up on the walls. And the paintings no longer looked like exaggeration. His body was horrible and magnificent all in one sweeping impression. All of the muscles were where they should be, but they were almost grotesquely overbuilt. His waist was thick, but with plates of muscle rather than fat—his abs looked like those of a Roman breastplate. His chest muscles overpowered his torso so that his waist looked tiny in contrast. And his arms were as canlı casino siteleri thick as telephone poles, with bulging muscles.

And his cock was as thick as a telephone pole too, with two baseball-sized balls hanging behind it. He was already in full arousal.

I moaned as he set three of the beer bottles down and, sitting down close beside me, took a big swallow from the bottle still in his hand. Then, encasing me in one arm, he pulled me to him and took my mouth in his.

I almost gagged as the beer swished into my mouth, and then I did gag as his tongue followed.

I closed my eyes, not able to look at his piggish face, and let him hold my mouth captive with his as his hands moved across my body, unbuttoning, unzipping, pulling clothes off my arms and legs.

I was trapped in the embrace of one of his arms while the hand of the other encased my cock and he started a slow pump.

My nerves were standing on end. His technique of tease in the car leading directly into this no-preliminary assault had me on edge and confused. It would have been useless to resist him anyway, but I was completely disarmed, yielding to him. The reflex was involuntary, but my hips were going with the motion of his hand on my cock. He loosened the grip, while keeping my cock encased, and I found myself slow-fucking his fist.

He released my mouth and then, thankfully, all I could see of his head was the bald top as his mouth was going down onto my chest.

The hand on my cock was crushing now and was beginning a faster, more demanding cadence.

My eyes went to the paintings on the wall. His body really was a wonder. And none of the paintings showed his face. I could take the body. I looked back down at him and could see—and appreciate—the bulge of the shoulder and muscles on either side of his shiny, billiard-ball-smooth head. He was pulling me over into his lap, and I could feel his hard cock at the small of my back and those thunderous thighs under my naked ones.

I panted hard to the rhythm of his jacking, and I cried out in little huffs of breath in response to what he was doing with his mouth on my nipples.

I shouldn’t just be giving it to him. He was a gross pig. I should let him know I didn’t want it—or that I’d give it to him but not because I wanted it. Because I didn’t have any other choice. Make him demand it and take it by force and then not be able to fully enjoy it, as I couldn’t enjoy sex from a beast like this.

If I just didn’t have to . . . look . . . at his face.

I brought my hands up to glide over the lines of his fantastically defined muscles.

It was OK, in the almost dark, with the lights just highlighting the paintings. I could let him have it and enjoy it.

I wanted to reach back and grab his cock—to get the measure of it. Both thrilling and moaning to the thought of it inside me. Had I ever taken something that thick and long? Would I have a sense of triumph when I had?

God, I wanted it. I moaned and involuntarily whined, “Please . . . please.”

I heard him laugh, a low, rumbling chuckle. I couldn’t be doing this. I couldn’t want it. Not from a coarse pig. As if in evidence, he bit my nipple and I cried out and stiffened.

Fight him, fight him, I screamed inside to myself. Stay stiff. Make him take it. Don’t let him know . . . God, I wanted it. I relaxed, all of my senses going to the rising seed in my cock. My butt twitching. My channel crying out for attention.

Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. I was surprised that I wasn’t saying it—that I was only thinking it. It was the fear of the size of him, though—and the fear of having to look into his piggish face while he plowed me that held back what my aroused body wanted me to cry out to him.

That cock. How much of it could I take? Oh, god, give me that cock. Once more I tried reaching around him for it—but his waist was just too thick.

“Come for me,” he said in a low, guttural voice. “Come for me.”

I realized that I was on the brink of doing just that. And, shockingly I was overcome with a sense of loss and disappointment. No, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, my mind was screaming.

And then I came for him.

He laughed and released me. He pushed me over to the side, and I just toppled over on my side on the curving sofa.

He stood over me, in magnificent erection. If my eyes just rose up his body as far as his nipples, I could remain in full arousal myself. I knew I could. Just don’t look into the face.

He picked one of the beer bottles up from the coffee table set a couple of feet in front of the sofa and handed it to me.

“Drink,” he said. “Drink. Then we fuck. No, I fuck; you scream.”

He laughed at his little joke. I shuddered. A few seconds before—before I’d exploded—I’d wanted the cock. Not now. Now I was scared of it again. I could see his evil, piggish face again.

He had already finished off one of the other bottles. I took the bottle, keeping my eyes at the level of his navel, although they kept moving down to his cock and balls and causing little shivers to go up my spine.

I took several swigs, and so did he.

But then he took the bottle from me and put it back on the coffee table.

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My cunt was sore and sloppy, dipping cum all over my uncle’s jeans, and I still wanted more. I was still grinding on his softening erection when he stood up and dropped me on the floor in a heap. The training Daddy had giving me made me lift me head and take his slimy cum coated dick in my mouth to clean it. The throbbing feeling in my clit from the combination of hot sex and a few tablets of ecstasy had me reaching between my thighs to shove three fingers in my pussy and roughly fuck my own cunt.

“Can’t get enough can you little slut?” My father says from his chair. Uncle Chris puts his hands in my hair and roughly shoves his dick deep in my throat making me choke then pulls it out of my mouth.

“Go on,” he encourages me “tell us you want more dick. You heard your father!”

Still fingering my pussy, I lift up my head and look around the room taking a second to make eye contact with each of them. Grandpa is rubbing his cock, which is shockingly still hard. I wonder if I’m not the only one with casino siteleri some chemical enhancements tonight. On the couch next to him Richard is naked, smoking a cigarette watching me closely. JP is standing a few feet away, his phone still out recording me, his pants undone so he can jerk off. He and my brothers are the only ones I still haven’t taken yet, although Daddy did say they’d be using me more than once…

“I want more, please don’t stop fucking me! My pussy is so hot right now I need more cock please Daddy!” I beg. I do desperately want them to continue. It’s too late to stop them and honestly I’m beyond turned on. If my family wants to fill me up with sperm while I’m ovulating, so be it because I’ve become too much of a horny slut to fight it.

“Get on your back and spread your legs real wide, Bethie. Show us how much jizz you got in there already.” Daddy tells me. I get on my back in the middle of the floor and use my hands to push my thighs wide open exposing my creamy, sperm filled pussy to the room. Uncle JP comes closer getting his phone slot oyna just a few inches from my pussy show the video has a clear shot of what it looks like to have 4 loads of cum dripping out of me.

“Play with your pussy, girl.” Daddy says. I move one hand down to my pussy lips and start rubbing them, spreading them wider to show deeper inside my hole. My clit is swollen so much every time I move my lips they rub against it turning me on more. I start to whimper a bit from how good it feels and my father notices. “That right little slut, I want to see you cum, desperate and dripping cum on the floor. Show all of us what a fucking slut you are, cause we all knew you would be.”

Hearing him talk to me like that send me over the edge. My orgasm tears through my body making my body clench but I kept my legs wide open knowing Daddy will punish me if I ruin their view of my spasming pussy. As the pleasure subsides a bit, JP moves a bit so that his cock is nudging against my entrance. With his phone still only about 6 inches away, he pushes into my still spasming hole. canlı casino siteleri Between my own juices and the copious amounts of sperm already dumped in me there is no resistance when he withdraws and slams back into me.

He’s rough, taking my breath with each thrust, shoving into me so hard and deep I can feel his dick bruising my cervix. Still feels good to me, and I moan and whimper the entire time he uses me. Once I almost cum, but right as my pussy begins to tremble he pulls out and slaps me sharply on the clit making me yelp. Before I can finish processing the feeling though he back to fucking me. The next time I feel the urge to cum I beg him to let me.

“I need to cum, please don’t stop! Let me cum on your cock please Uncle JP, please don’t stop! I want to cum so bad, just don’t stop, please!” I babble, wanting him to keep going and get me off.

“Well since you asked so nicely.” He says to me sarcastically then changes his pace just a bit, grinding his pelvis against my clit just a bit with each thrust. Three strokes is all it takes before I’m screaming out my release, thanking him the entire time. My orgasm sets off his and he gives me my fifth load of cum so far this evening. Pulling out slowly he makes sure to get a shot of the rush of sperm that comes out of me.

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Nothing turned Katie on more than masturbating where people could possibly find her. She’s done nothing too hardcore yet, just the occasional rub off in the theater under a short leather skirt or perhaps flashing her perky, d-cup breasts in her car or in the window of her bedroom.

Speaking of her bedroom that was where she was now, silently contemplating going further with her acts of exhibitionism The possibility of opening the doors to her balcony and using her vibrator and a good erotic story to get off where enticing to say the least.

Taking one last deep breath Katie casino siteleri grabbed her thick purple dildo and her powerful vibe off of her bedside table on her way out to her balcony.

The balcony was small, but she had managed to fit a comfortable outdoor lounge chair in the concrete space. It wasn’t the sexiest environment being surrounded by concrete, but the view of the apartment’s parking lot below was what she was here for.

Katie bent over and rested her forearm on the balcony’s arm-rail, placing her dildo to the side and reaching down with her vibe to her pussy. She turned slot oyna the vibe on low and watched parking lot where she observed people coming and going, occasionally glancing up at her but not one noticed her state of pleasure as the arm-rail was quite bulky.

Growing frustrated, Katie pulled her milky tits out of the top of her baby blue dress. Getting more turned on from the unveiling of her breasts she lent down further arching her back and rocking gently forward and back, mimicking doggy style. Katie moaned the vibrator was doing its job on her clit. She tilted her head back, carefully canlı casino siteleri curled long dark brown hair splayed against her back in a display of debauchery. The light material of her dress danced about her thighs with the motion of her one-sided fucking in an enticing picture of which she wished someone was watching, anyone.

Little did Katie know that someone indeed was watching, his dick growing harder from watching the teen put on a show. He watched in silence from his car after catching sight of bouncing tits while parking. Would he offer his services to the sexually frustrated or be voyeur from a safe distance? This was the question he was asking himself, and one he decided the answer to after watching the young brunette reach for her dildo.

He was going to help her out.

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Her hand is so strong an insistent; the sensation shoots from my clit into my stomach. I can’t stop my pelvis from squirming.

“Watch me, baby…look into my eyes.” She tells me as she continues to massage my crotch.

I look at her and her gaze is so intense; deep into my eyes and down into my soul. If my mind wasn’t so focused on the sensations shooting through me, I’d be a little unnerved at her intenseness.

Her hand slides downward and gently and swiftly her middle finger pushes inside my engorged tissue.

Against her wish, my eyes close. She gives me a soft, light kiss on my lips, then another one on my left cheek then whispers in my ear, “Look at me, honey.”

My eyes flutter open and again our eyes meet.

“Deeper please, oh God; I’m so sore!” I call out as the small of my back innately arches trying to coax her finger deeper into me.

“I know baby, I’ll be so easy,” she says pushing another finger inside. With both fingers, she is able to give a gentle, deep stroke right over my G tissue. The sensation is so intense that it causes me to inhale deeply and with both hands, I reach for her hand – the one creating all the feelings. I just need to touch it – touch the source of all this sensation. She allows me this small bit of control for only two or three more glorious strokes.

“Give me your hands,” she says holding her other hand above me. Gladly, I grasp for her, glad to have the appendage to cling to. She takes both of my hands and extends my arms above my head gently and sweetly taking care not to stretch my arms too far.

“Hold onto my hand, baby, and press yourself onto me,” she tells me once she has me resituated.

My body feels differently when I’m about to menstruate. I can feel my engorged tissue so acutely and I can feel casino siteleri her fingers glide through my wet, blood-rich tissue and it feels so good and yet different than usual. My body is so tender before menstruation and my stomach is a little nauseous as well.

Before I can even try and stop it, a deep sigh breaks through the back of my throat.

“That’s it, baby, let me hear your pleasure.” She tells me as I turn my face into my arm for some protection. Just then I remember that I must watch her. I know that she doesn’t want me to break my gaze so I turn my head and look into her eyes once more. It’s such an intense, personal thing to share when she loves my body and watches all of the sensations she’s causing manifesting themselves in my face and eyes. I used to try to hide my emotion from her, but I don’t any more.

She keeps stroking me, again and again, round and round. The feelings she’s creating shoot from my G spot like lightening bolts radiating out into my extremities.

Small quiet sighs escape from my throat on each exhale. I struggle to keep my gaze fixated on her eyes. My eyes blink again and again as I fight the urge to close them and allow my pupils to roll back inside my head.

With each electric beam of pleasure, I squeeze her hand tighter as my pelvis squirms in the bed. Between my pelvis and her fingers’ movements I feel as if a whirling dervish is deliciously swirling inside my pelvis cavity. Being true to her word, she’s being so gentle and yet ironically creating such intense pulsing pleasure.

“Don’t stop,” I mutter during waves of desire. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

“Shhhh, my love. Just watch me and feel me. I’m not going to stop. Shhhhh baby.” She says to me as she continues to stroke and stroke, around and around. It’s a little slot oyna bizarre how I innately can tell that her sh’s are not meant to actually make me suppress my noises; rather, they are meant to soothe me. How enigmatic, she’s stroking and working my arousal to its zenith and yet she’s trying to soothe me too.

“Oh God,” I say as I allow my eyes to roll back in my head. Maintaining eye contact is so hard! I really want to lose myself in pleasure but I know she doesn’t want me to close my eyes. Keeping my eyes fixated means that I have to think about looking at her rather than thinking about what I’m feeling.

“Please baby, look at me. I want to share this with you.” She says to me so sweetly. I won’t deny her so I open my eyes again and focus on her gaze.

She is so talented at this. She has a million techniques that she can use to work me up or slowly pleasure me and keep my arousal at a steady plateau for ages. Right now, her fingers are simply a pleasure device that I’m craving. Her hand is so incredibly strong. Feeding my pleasure, she’s got an entire plethora of neurons firing from my lower belly down to the last cell in my crotch.

I can feel how wet I am. The slippery wetness is allowing her hand easy maneuverability around all my delicate areas. With her divine two fingers inside me, she has almost driven me to scream with a “come hither” motion directly on my G spot. All I can do is writhe in agony as I feel the electrical shocks radiating from my G spot come faster and faster. Writhing is fine as long as I don’t break my gaze from hers.

All of a sudden, I feel it. Heat – hot heat, washing over my body coming from my G spot in a tidal wave of pleasure. My body stiffens and becomes still for a second or two and I just look deep into her eyes. Deep, deep, deeper I gently canlı casino siteleri push my pelvis onto her fingers harder and she gives on last sweep and it happens – my body convulses and I let out the deepest animal like growl from way down in the recesses of my chest. So deep in fact, it almost hurts the back of my throat. My face contorts in what would appear to be sheer agony; but, this is far from it. More like ecstasy. As my body contracts and stays that way for a good 3-4 seconds, I am able to loose myself in my lover’s eyes. She can see it – me, my essence – whatever that is in its most raw and unguarded form. She’s done it. She’s laid me naked and exposed and she’s drinking me in like sunshine. She’s so intense, just looking into me, and there is no safeguard I can hide behind. I am hers. She’s laid claim to me – all of me and I now belong to her.

The convulsion subsides and my muscles release their tension and my body flops into the bed as my life force has been depleted. I just lay there like a limp rag doll. She keeps her fingers inside and doesn’t move them at all. She kisses my face with small tender butterfly kisses and continues to look at me. She has now allowed me to break my gaze, which is good since I don’t have enough energy to hold my eye lids open all the way. Dreamily, I just lay there feeling her fingers still inside me and letting the afterglow wash over me. She curls her body around me taking great care not to move her hand or fingers. I feel enveloped in her soft cocoon of love. I am so sated I can’t bring myself to move. I just melt into the mattress and zero in on my body’s feeling of depletion and ecstasy. I know her fingers are still inside me but I don’t say anything or make a move for her to withdraw. I just rest – deep rejuvenating rest, in the bed with my lover and my soul mate holding me; feeling loved and being loved and resting.

After a while, our bodies lying still and languid, I feel her fingers curl over my G spot and she whispers in my ear… “Again, my love.”

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