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Rick could hear the rich tones of Jason Jenkins’ speech to his volunteers in the bull pen down the hall over the nearer-to-hand grunts of Herald Hastings. The young college student’s belly was pressed into the Xerox machine flap in the copy machine at campaign headquarters, and the candidate’s chief of staff was crouched over his rump, hands grasping his hips, and was thrusting hard and in a fast rhythm up his back channel.

The trousers and briefs of both of the men were bunched around their ankles. Otherwise they both were fully dressed in the spiffy suits they were wearing to this “rah, rah” session, where Jenkins was rallying his campaign workers to push harder toward an election victory in six weeks.

Jenkins was running for a congressional seat that had become more available because of the long-incumbent opponent’s heart attack and death. Another candidate from the congressman’s party had been thrown into the breach, but it was late days for him to gain the recognition that Jenkins had now, and the highly photogenic Jenkins had flipped up seven points in the polls.

Hal Hastings covered Rick’s mouth with a hand when his thrusts were deep and reaching climax so that no one would hear any loud noises of being taken quickly and hard coming from the Xerox room. He wasn’t particularly big—and Rick had little trouble taking him—but he was vigorous. The door was shut and locked, and few had keys. Everyone else should be in the larger room that was called the bull pen. Hal wasn’t being missed, as he and Jason had agreed as a matter of strategy that the chief of staff, who was the real power in this campaign, wouldn’t be seen hovering over the candidate. And Rick wouldn’t be missed because he’d been assigned the privileged position of manning the telephone in Jenkins’ office during the assembly. There should be no one needing to make copies of anything during the Jenkins’ speech.

To the sound of applause and a few raucous cries from the other room, Hastings released Rick’s body, pulled out and away from him, and stepped back. Rick remained where he was, bending over the Xerox machine, and breathing heavily, as Hastings pulled the filled-out condom off his cock, set it down on the flap of the copy machine beside Rick’s chest, pulled his briefs and trousers up, zipped up, and secured his belt.

Indicating the spent condom, Hastings said, “Take care of that, please, Rick. And don’t leave it anywhere here at campaign headquarters.”

He turned and unlocked the door to the reception area for his and Jenkins’ offices. He paused for a moment at the door.

“Oh, and I came back here to tell you that Jason wants to meet with you after he’s done his glad-hand pass-through of the bull pen and survived the obligatory tasting and snapshots with Sally Ann’s oatmeal cookies.”

“Me? He wants to talk with me?” Rick asked as he pulled his own briefs and trousers up his legs.

“Just go sit in his office. You were supposed to be manning his telephone anyway.”

“Yes, sir,” Rick answered. But Hastings was already gone—out to the bull pen to be in the background for those oatmeal cookie shots, looking as if he’d been somewhere in the area all along.

Rick didn’t resent the man. Not really, or not too much. He was a cold-blooded snake, certainly, but he had to be to do what he did for political candidates. And he did what he did very well. Rick wasn’t so dumb or unobservant not to know that, if Jenkins won—and it now looked quite likely that he would—Herald Hastings had made all of the difference. So anyone who wanted Jenkins to win needed to be nice and accommodating to casino oyna Herald Hastings. Or so Rick’s justifying mantra went.

Hastings had been straight with him on the fringe duties of Rick’s job as the coordinator of the college-age volunteers. He had fucked Rick even before he’d offered him the job. Rick hadn’t reported it, even when it continued after he’d gotten the position. He saw Jason Jenkins as being so upright and straight laced that he surely would have fired Hastings on the spot and would have done little to try to cover up why. Even Rick could see that this would be the death knell of Jenkins’ campaign. Hastings was just too closely identified with this run at Congress. And Jenkins had to win. He was the only completely honest and incorruptible politician Rick had seen in the state—ever.

In addition, Rick needed this position. He was studying political science at the university. This was his sophomore project. He needed this to satisfy his project requirements and for the A grade it guaranteed him. And he was gaining experience and networking he’d need for when he got into politics himself. He wasn’t so dumb as not to know there were Herald Hastings types in this business. But he also knew there were damn few Jason Jenkins in this business. Rick couldn’t rock that boat.

Besides, Rick was actively gay and a bottom. He’d never done it for a guy as old as Hastings before, but Hastings wasn’t a toad. And he had good technique. Rick couldn’t say that he wouldn’t have gone with Hastings for a bit of money even without everything else Rick was getting out of this experience—including the protection and support of Herald Hastings.

And now Jason Jenkins had asked for a meeting with Rick. He sure hoped that wasn’t about what was going on between Hastings and him.

* * * *

“I wanted to see you, Rick, because the campaign is entering a new phase, and we must do what we can to maintain momentum.”

“Yes, sir. Whatever I can do to help.” And Rick meant it. He was all aglow to be sitting here alone with Jason Jenkins in the candidate’s office. Well, not completely alone. Herald Hastings was sitting off to the side and looking through some files as if he was only half listening to what Jenkins was saying.

Jenkins was mesmerizing. He was a tall, strongly built man, with wavy black hair, twinkling hazel-green eyes, and a smile that never stopped. He had a knack of devoting his full attention to the one he was talking to, and if he was talking to a group of three, each of the three felt like he was focused just on them.

That’s the way Rick felt now. The candidate reached out with a strong hand, with long, sensuous fingers and carefully manicured nails, and touched Rick lightly on the forearm. Rick felt a chill go all of the way up his back. This intimate touching wasn’t what Jenkins did for Rick alone. He was a touchy-feely sort of guy. He connected with everyone this way. And Rick thought everyone felt the same chill he did. If Jenkins were able to directly connect with every constituent in the voting district, Rick had no doubt the candidate would win by a landslide.

Rick briefly wondered if everyone else Jenkins touched would be willing to lie down on the carpet right here in the candidate’s office and open their legs to Jenkins. Rick would—he worshipped the man that much—but he couldn’t speak for anyone else. He must not have quite this effect on others, though, Rick thought. There wasn’t a hint of sexual scandal floating around on the man. Politics was ripe for such rumors—manufactured and otherwise—but Jenkins was squeaky clean.

Sort slot oyna of a pity, Rick thought, having gone hard from just the touch on the arm and the warm smile.

“I need you to recruit more college students to canvas for the campaign, Rick,” Jenkins said, bringing the young campaign worker out of his reverie. “We need maybe twice what we have now. Young, good-looking men, like yourself. This is a walking-the-street job, so no women. It’s not safe on the streets for them, alas. That’s something I plan to fix when I’m in office. And all clean-cut and good-looking—like you. We want to impress the voters, not scare them off.”

The young campaign worker was flattered and was practically humming from the attention and the faith Jenkins was placing in his hands.

“Sure, I can do that, sir. I’ll get right on it.” Rick was fairly trembling at the favor the candidate was bestowing on him—and the confidence. He had no idea how he was going to muster up thirty more campaign workers from the university campus. But the fact that Jenkins was ahead in the polls and they were coming close to the election would help him. College students talked like they favored the underdog, but they were more likely to hop on a rolling victory bandwagon like Jenkins’ campaign was becoming.

“You have a dinner meeting with the big donor, Mrs. Engles, Jason,” Hastings said from across the room. “You’ll not want to be late for that.”

“Of course,” Jenkins responded. “Mustn’t keep the money waiting.” He stood, with Rick struggling up to his feet as well, flashed a broad, melting smile just for Rick, and held out a hand.

“Oh,” Rick muttered, with a gulp, realizing that Jenkins wanted to shake hands. He quickly rubbed his hand dry on his hip, and reached out. The candidate’s grip was strong. It sent an electric pulse up Rick’s arm.

He was at a loss on who should leave the room first but then decided that it must be him. But as he turned toward the door, Herald Hastings said, “Could you stay back for a few minutes, Rick? There are some particulars of the assignment we should go over.”

“Yes, of course,” Rick mumbled. He looked around for a last, admiring glance at Jason Jenkins, but the candidate already had left the room. He sank back down into his chair, in awe of the experience he had just had. He’d never been this close to Jenkins before. He had never realized the man could have this effect on him—a sexual one. He ached for him.

“You understand what Jason is asking you to provide, don’t you, Rick?”

“Yes. More college-age campaign workers. To do door-to-door canvassing. All men.”

“Yes, but more than that, all good-looking. Blonds. As many of them blonds as possible. They make the best impression.”

Rick took a little umbrage at that. He was dark. He didn’t see why people would be willing to open their doors for a campaign pitch from blonds any more than they would from dark-haired men, like him.

“And the blonds. I want them to be just like you—as cooperative as you are.”

“But I’m not a blond. I don’t see . . .” But then he did see. Hastings wanted variety. He wanted Rick to recruit blonds who would let him fuck them.

“Do you understand?” Hastings repeated.

“Yes, sir, I do.” And he did, or at least thought he did. And he’d somehow manage to find what Hastings wanted. He knew how important Hastings was to this campaign, and Jason Jenkins had to win this election. Rick wasn’t going to be any part of him not doing so.

“Good. Now close and lock the door, please, and come over and lean over the desk and drop your trousers.”

That canlı casino siteleri night, in his dorm room, already having recruited five campaign workers, including two good-looking and willing blonds, Rick drifted off to sleep, masturbating himself and dreaming of Jason Jenkins pressing his knees between Rick’s thighs. Crouching over Rick’s body, with his fists buried into the sheets on either side of Rick’s waist, the Jason Jenkins of the dream was capturing Rick’s eyes with his, smiling that mesmerizing smile. Rick flinched, grunted, and then sighed, as Jenkins entered him and then started slowly to pump. He was thick and long, just as Rick knew he’d be.

Rick woke with a start, having just ejaculated and sent cum spouting on his belly and the sheets on either side of him.

He felt shame at thinking of the squeaky clean candidate that way. But he couldn’t help it. The man was just so sexy and arousing. Hastings paled in contrast, but Rick had to accept that what he got out of this was Hastings, not Jenkins. And, of course an A for his political science project.

* * * *

The day out canvassing a town at the southwest corner of the congressional district had been a long one. But it had been fruitful, with more residents willing to say they were voting for Jenkins than the campaign prognosticators had projected. There would be press interviews the next day, and the projections that would be used would be those of the prognosticators unless Rick could get the statistics he collected today back to the office that night.

There was nothing to do but for him to drive back to campaign headquarters in the wee hours of the morning and slip a manila envelope with the statics under the door, to be found in the morning.

When he got to the office, though, he found that the front door was unlocked and lights were on in the bull pen. He entered and walked through that toward the executive offices. He’d leave the envelope under the door to the reception room for Jenkins’ and Hastings’ offices.

But that was unlocked and open too, and a few lights were on in the reception room. Still, the light was dim in there. Not so in Jenkins’ and Hastings’ offices, though. Lights were blazing in there. There must be a cleaning crew in, he thought. He had no idea what nights the offices got cleaned.

He’d leave the envelope on Jason Jenkins’ desk.

Bad idea, though. When he got to the door, he found himself pulling back into the shadows of the reception room in shock. All that he had thought—all of his illusions—about Jenkins shattered in one glance.

Jenkins, naked, was sitting in a Chippendale armchair. Straddling his lap, also naked, was a young blond man. Todd, one of Rick’s recent recruits. He was sitting in Jenkins’ lap, facing him, his legs straddling the arms of the chair. Jenkins was holding his waist on either side and pulling the young blond up and down on his cock.

Todd had been recruited for his willingness—and that had been conveyed to Herald Hastings, with the understanding that Todd would be servicing Hastings.

Not Jenkins. Not squeaky clean Jenkins, the man with a sterling reputation, a perky wife, two darling children, a cocker spaniel, and two Siamese cats.

Yes, Rick had fantasized, but that was all it had been. And this. A shocking disillusion.

Rick gave a jerk as a hand closed of his elbow on either side from behind him and he was being pulled, backward, into Hastings’ adjacent office.

“The blonds . . . they were for—” he blurted out, when he saw that it was Hastings pulling at him.

“Jason, yes.”

“But I thought . . . I mean, why did I have to procure others for him? I would have loved—”

Disillusion number two. “Jason is partial to blonds. I offered you, but he wasn’t interested. I’m the one who likes them with black hair, like you.”

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I don’t know why they had our cheer squad assigned to the women’s gymnastics event on a warm Sunday afternoon. Gymnastics is like a four ring circus with simultaneous events happening around the Forum. The crowd hardly noticed our pom-pomming and our cheer routines were weak competition for the amazing athleticism and art of the gymnastics teams performing on the bars, beam, floor and vault.

I had never been to a meet before and I was able to spend a lot of time watching the events since we weren’t doing much cheering. As a relative newcomer to bisexual or lesbian feelings however, I thoroughly enjoyed the parade of beautiful female athletes in shiny leotards before me. Wow. I kept making exclaiming comments in my head as I followed first one compact, toned body, then another, performing the precise movements required on the various stations of the meet. I felt myself getting aroused watching all this beautiful feminine athleticism dancing, balancing, swinging, flying, leaping, and sticking landings with outstretched arms of triumph. I wished that Jennie Nickles, my first lesbian lover, was here with me – or rather, that we were back in my dorm together getting down in my currently excited state.

I was stationed near the balance beam event when one of our Albert-Preston University gymnasts was announced to begin her routine. Her name was Noni Momoula, a sophomore, and my goodness, did my heart skip a beat when I saw her. She was a tiny, doll-like creature with a short pixie haircut, the dark bangs of which kissed the top of her dramatically sculpted eyebrows. The bright orange APU leotard appeared as though painted onto her slim but somehow muscular body. Her torso tapered to a narrow, flat waistline and the high cut leotard left little to my rapt imagination where its material barely covered her vulva. The back of the thin, glossy material had risen up her buttocks to expose half of her tightly muscled gluteus that was as round as a halved basketball. “Oh, sweet Mommie, look at that.” I sighed to myself as I appreciated her lithe movements before she bounded onto the narrow beam.

As I watched Noni go through her routine on the beam, I realized I was getting damp in my briefs beneath my short cheer skirt. I was discreetly rubbing my thighs together to heighten the erotic feeling as I stared mesmerized at the incredible girl somersaulting and skipping on the long, thin beam. She dismounted with a backflip and raised her arms in joy at what seemed to my untrained eyes to be a perfect routine. She jogged to her teammates who gave her high fives and hugs of appreciation. I envied her. And oh, dear god, did I want her.

I tried to follow Noni’s movements when APU moved to the vault and bars but it was hard to keep track of her in all the activity. And there was a constant stream of beautiful athletes from the other competing squads to distract me. I was charged with erotic excitement and only hoped it wasn’t too obvious as I checked the athletes out – tall blondes with bouncing ponytails, muscled brunettes whose biceps and quads jumped with each small movement, caramel-colored Latinas, cute-as-a-button Asians, a busty redheaded girl with freckles on her chest above the straining leotard, a beautiful black girl who seemed to smile knowingly as she passed me and turned back to look over her shoulder. I was ready to run to the locker room to rub one out when the meet finally began wrapping up.

We went back to the cheer squad room to change. I could hear the APU gymnastics team yelling and laughing in their locker room through the wall next door. I tried to imagine Noni Momoula stripping off her leotard and showering. My mind’s eye pictured her emerging from the shower in a backdrop of steam, gleaming wet, fresh, naked. My briefs were soaked dark in the crotch when I pulled them off and quickly stuffed them in my bag before anyone noticed. As I dressed I allowed myself a quick tweak of my nipples before I fastened my brassiere. I hadn’t been this horny since the last time that Jennie visited me and we had dashed up four flights of stairs to my dorm room to make love. And now I just wanted to be alone with my thoughts and get back to that same dorm room to release my held-in sexual energy.

As I walked toward the exit of the A-P Forum, my changing bag slung over my shoulder, I held the door for the unseen persons coming up behind me. It was Noni and another gymnast in laughing conversation. I melted a little at the unexpected sight of her so soon again.

“Oh, hey.” I said smiling to the pair.

“Hiya. Cheer team, right?” Noni said brightly to me.

“Yeah.” I tried to think of something to say. “This was my first meet.” I said, feeling stupid.

The other girl smiled. “Noni, text me about tonight. I gotta run.” And she split off from us with a half-running step.

Noni and I fell into step together. “How’d you like it? The meet. Fun?” Noni asked me.

“Oh, yeah, it was great.” I said. “You were great on the beam. Uh, that’s where I was stationed most of the time.” I seemed to keep talking in a nervous casino siteleri rush.

“Thanks. I’m Noni, by the way.” She said, adjusting her gym bag strap.

“Haley. Goggins.” I answered.

“What are you up to now?” She asked. “I wanna get a Sprite at the Bookstore.”

“Yeah, sure. I could use a soda.” I answered.

We walked together, not saying much, bashful a little bit with a relative stranger. Noni asked me about my involvement with the cheerleading team. She talked a little about coming to APU from her hometown outside Philadelphia. It was the beginning conversation of two people getting to know each other.

“I actually thought I would’ve scored higher on that beam routine.” Noni said into the air in front of us.

“Oh, yeah? I don’t really understand the scoring. But I thought you were great.” I said, remembering how confident and controlled she appeared while I watched her.

“Oh, well. There’s always next time.” She said somewhat dejectedly.

We picked Sprites out of the Bookstore’s case and paid separately. Outside, we popped them open. Noni drank huge gulps. She exhaled and caught a pretty loud burp in her hand. She began laughing. So did I. We were looking at each other and laughing. Her beautiful face was lit by her bright eyes and big smile. I thought I would turn to vapor it was so hard to look at her and keep my emotions in check.

Noni got herself back together again. “I’m in Morris Hall.” That was the farthest dorm from where we stood right then.

“I’m right here in Buchanan.” I said and nodded my head towards the building to our left. “Hey, if you want to come up and hang out for awhile, you’re invited.” I said, holding my breath for her answer.

“Y’know, I just might do that. I’m kind of tired. You’re sure you don’t mind?” Noni asked as she glanced at the building so close.

“Heck, no. C’mon.” I said.

We walked over to the dorm building, sipping the last of our Sprites. “Unfortunately, I’m on the fourth floor.” I said as I held the door for her.

We trudged up the echoing stairwell. Noni adjusted the gym bag on her shoulder and climbed with me. At last we were at 409 and I unlocked my dorm room and led Noni into my small living quarters. She dropped her gym bag on the floor and sauntered around the outlines of the room.

“At least it’s as small as my own room.” She said with a small laugh.

“Yeah, not much.” I said in response, feeling nervous now that we were alone.

Noni walked toward the wall that was adjacent to my dorm bed. She studied the gallery of photos of Jennie Nickles I had tacked up to overlook my bed. Jennie was the basketball player from Roane State I had fallen quickly in love with during my first semester as a cheerleader. Even though our long-distance love affair had cooled, I still had a tribute wall of photos in her honor.

“She’s pretty.” Noni said, as she perused the clippings and printed photos I had hung.

“Yeah, she’s a friend from another school.” I answered noncommittally, feeling a pang of guilt at my nonchalance towards my first lesbian love.

“Must be a good friend.” Noni said, turning to me with a not quite smirking smile.

“Yes, we don’t see much of each other anymore, though.” I said, tilting my head sadly as a tingle of nerves ran through me.

Noni turned back to the photos, standing now in front of a selfie we took where I was kissing Jennie’s cheek. “Were you guys…like, together?” She asked innocently enough.

I took a breath and answered, “Yeah, sort of.”

Noni turned back to me. “So…you…like girls.” She said, looking at me.

“Yeah.” I said in a small voice. I felt like I should say more but I was afraid to speak truthfully to the beautiful gymnast now that I was alone with her.

“Is that why I’m here?” the girl asked in a quiet voice, still looking at me.

I swallowed a lump of nerves. “You’re beautiful, Noni.” I answered. “When I saw you today…” My voice trailed off.

Noni shrugged slightly and smiled. “You’re pretty beautiful, too, Haley.” She said finally. “It’s just that…I don’t know…I never…” And she looked away toward the window overlooking the quad.

“It’s okay. I understand. I’m sorry.” I said in a rush of words and began fussing with the junk on my bedstand.

“Hey.” Noni said, approaching me. “I’m not mad or anything.” She was by my side now. She put her hand on my wrist where I was thoughtlessly rearranging items on the bedstand.

I looked up. Our eyes met. Noni smiled. “Hi.” She said simply.

I straightened up and leaned towards her and kissed her lightly on the lips. Noni didn’t move back. We were face to face now. My heart was beating and my head was ringing. “She really is beautiful.” I thought to myself for the hundredth time since seeing her. We seemed to move infinitesimally closer to each other. Our lips met again. This time the kiss lingered. I felt her hands alight hesitantly on my hips. I held her gently at the waist. Only inches apart, our eyes locked and we kissed again, this time slot oyna with real affection, the tentativeness having somewhat departed. I could smell her shower-fresh scent and when her lips parted and I felt her tongue touch my own, I could taste peppermint.

We french-kissed for what seemed a dreaming daytime. I wrapped my arms around Noni and she gripped my sides with the strength of her gymnast’s trained hands. When we parted, Noni fell into me and laid her head against my shoulder. I kissed the side of her exposed neck. She whimpered. I sighed and made sibilant noises as I licked her neck up to the back of her ear. She shuddered and and moaned a low “Ohhhhh” as I mouthed her delicate neck below her short pixie hair.

I got my hands under her t-shirt and began lifting it as I continued necking her. She was braless under the tight tee, needing no support for her small, conical breasts. Noni gently laid her hands on my buttocks as I raised her top.

“I want you.” I whispered close to her ear.

“Hmmm.” She hummed softly as I got my hands on the soft underside of her breasts.

I was in full passion now. I maneuvered us slowly to the side of my single bed. We kissed a gentle smooch with puckered lips and our tongues pushed through to touch in the wet space between us. Noni kissed my neck as I tilted us to fall onto the half-made bed. We joined lips again and rolled and scooched to the center of the narrow dorm bed. I was now kneeling above the sweet girl who looked up at me with brilliant white orbs and bright green irises.

“Haley.” She said softly, looking directly into my eyes. She seemed to want to say something but her unspoken thought floated between us in the ether.

Our mouths met again for a passionate kiss, this time really exploring each others’ tongues and mashing our faces together with true ardor. I began tugging Noni’s t-shirt up to expose her breasts. Noni cupped my buttocks and moved to let her shirt ride higher on her athletic torso. When I finally had her bosom exposed, I leaned down to suck first one hardened nipple, then the other. Noni sighed, continuing to run her hands over my ass.

I got upright, kneeling over her and pulled my top off. I yanked my bra over my head and tossed it aside.

“Oh, wow.” Noni whispered as she looked at my bare breasts, quite larger than hers and capped with my own pebble-hard nipples. She slowly placed one hand on my right breast, covering it with her palm. She repeated the move with her other hand on my left breast. She seemed lost in the moment as she fondled me. Perhaps it was true that she had never been with another woman before.

“I want to…I…” Noni said softly, glancing up from my breasts, seeming not to want to say whatever she was thinking or feeling at this moment.

“I understand.” I said softly. “I’ll go slow. Let’s get undressed.” I whispered and kissed her forehead, rolling off her to lay side by side.

I helped her pull the t-shirt over her head, leaving her short hair disheveled and spiky. I took hold of the waistband of her sweatpants and pulled them down over her muscle-tightened glutes and powerful gymnast’s thighs. When I had discarded the pants on the floor near our other garments, I looked at the sheer athletic beauty of a nude Noni Momoula. The tight, toned body I had admired in her gymnast leotard was even sexier with the exposed ripples of her abs and the gently rounded circles of her small bosom. Noni had small areolae of a caramel color with aggressive hardened nipples of aroused femininity. Her hips were athletically narrow and her confluence was as smooth as the rest of her toned torso. Her thighs and calves were like pillars – powerful, taut, gleaming in the room light. Her small feet were narrow, then wide, with the pretty, symmetrical toes I had admired on the balance beam earlier.

Noni giggled gently. She wasn’t embarrassed by her nudity. Why should she be? She was a piece of human art. “You too, Haley.” She said with a little nod at my semi-clothed state.

I peeled off my own leggings and thong panty to fall to the floor with the other stuff. We were both naked now. I saw Noni look down at my crotch. She smiled bashfully as she looked back into my eyes. We turned sideways to kiss and caress each other. To hold Noni’s naked body in my arms was exciting and I kissed with genuine passion which she returned to me as she glided her hand along my hip and finally cupped my breast with the other. I let my arm slide down to her raised hip and slowly brought my hand back over her soft buttock. Even slower, I let my hand dip below her ass to gently touch her labia. To my surprise, she was damp as though she had been turned on for longer than I imagined.

“You’re excited.” I said in her ear as I ran a finger along her lower lips.

“Yeah.” She sighed as I played with her. She moved her hand lower to touch my pussy. “Oh. You too.” She said as she felt my own moistness.

I rolled her softly on her back. She was pliant to my handling and she opened her thighs ever so slightly for me to touch her canlı casino siteleri more easily. I put my mouth on her breast as I let my hand cover her pussy, slowly letting my fingers play into her vaginal lips. Within the soft, wet folds I found her tiny clitoris. Noni sucked air as I made contact and gently played my finger over it.

“Haley, yeah…oh, yeah.” She sighed out to me as I continued to gently massage her button.

She took hold of my head to raise it and I knew she wanted to be kissed while I played her towards ecstasy. She kissed me with a liquid open mouth as I gently prodded her and pushed my fingers shallowly into her orifice. With her hot reaction to my attentions, I knew she would be ready for me to please her completely as I had only dreamed about a short while earlier.

I broke our messy liplock and began maneuvering lower to get between her legs. Noni watched me wordlessly and opened her legs instinctively for what was to come. I knelt low on my haunches and brought my face to her glistening pussy. I breathed in her soft aroma of sexual arousal. Noni pushed her pussy forward ever so slightly and then I was on it with my tongue, taking my first taste of her. I gently licked her folds and kept circling slowly until I came up a few millimeters to run my tongue over her clitoris.

Noni thrashed when I made contact. She grabbed the sides of her face and whooshed a long exhalation as I pressed on her with my tongue. When I didn’t stop, she put the side of her fist in her mouth to stifle her noises as she approached climax. I didn’t want her to come yet so I backed off and returned to licking her outer lips and kissing the inside of her thighs. She came back down and pushed her head deep into the pillow as she breathed hard and fast. I could feel her juices on my face and I was burning up in my own pussy as I reached back to touch myself. I continued licking her vaginal lips, keeping away from her clitoris to preserve her heightened senses anticipating climax. To be eating Noni’s pussy so soon after this fortuitous encounter was so arousing to me that I burrowed into her and swallowed her erotic juices with my own drooling saliva as the real world fell away from me.

Noni placed her hands on the side of my head as I ate her. “Haley…I want to…try it, too.” She said hesitantly.

I looked up. Noni was smiling bashfully at me. “I’d like that, Noni.” I answered quietly.

We silently moved around to exchange positions. I laid back and opened my legs for her. Noni was kneeling low between my legs and stared intently at my open pussy before her.

She laughed softly. “I probably won’t be very good, you know.” She said.

“It’s okay, Noni.” I said.

With that, the beautiful face disappeared between my legs so that I could only see her tousled pixie haircut when I looked down at her. Then I felt her first delicate tonguings across my vaginal lips. Oh, sweetness, I thought to myself. This beautiful girl is tasting my pussy. The thought alone could have brought me to climax but within milliseconds Noni was licking me with a single-mindedness that was bred into her from being a top collegiate athlete. I laid back and enjoyed the ride as Noni’s face pushed into my center with a surprising zeal. Jennie Nickles had been an accomplished pussy eating machine but Noni was trying her damndest to make up in energy what she may have lacked in experience. I felt Noni’s tongue getting close to my clitoris while she worked her tongue around the top of my pussy. Then she found it. She first hit it by seeming accident but soon realized that was the spot and targeted it with a swift tonging action that brought me off the bed a few inches.

“Oh, fuck, Noni. Yes!” I cried (not too loudly in these paper thin-walled dorm rooms).

“Yeah, got it.” Noni said, her voice muffled into my cunt.

She gave me a good tongue bath on my magic button and I thought I might pass out. Then she stopped. I raised my head and looked down my body towards her. Noni lifted her face up, glistening with my pussy juices around her nose, lips and chin. She smiled. I smiled.

“It’s…nice. I like it.” She said simply.

Noni moved back up the bed and laid her head on my shoulder. “I just need a little break.” She half-sighed.

“We’ll do it together when you’re ready.” I said softly as I rubbed her small breast beside me.

That seemed to get her attention and she leaned into me and nuzzled my neck. “That sounds hot.” She whispered as she snuggled into my side.

I was still trying to process my incredible good fortune with this virtual stranger in my bed. A gorgeous stranger, an uninhibited beginner, who seemed as interested in lesbian lovemaking as she might be to learn any new athletic activity where her well-trained body could lead her to a personal best. Running through these thoughts and feeling Noni warm against me, being affectionate, promising yet more to come, was re-heightening my arousal. I could feel physical pangs of desire run through my core and set off small charges in my liquid center. I rolled towards the gymnast and we kissed. Noni raised herself to bring her face down atop mine and we made out passionately. I was soaring with desire and I felt that Noni would soon be ready to consummate our red hot lust.

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The date was not going well. Jessica had had too much to drink at the party and now her head felt fuzzy, her stomach uneasy.

Dave’s large hand squeezed her bare thigh and she wished she had not worn such a short dress. “Having fun?” he asked. His voice was slurred, or maybe that’s just the way it sounded to her ears.

“I have a headache,” she said. “Can you take me home, please?”

They were sitting on the steps outside Veronica’s house. Inside, the goodbye-school hello-college party still raged. A couple of people were swimming in the pool. Another pair were making out by the bushes.

Veronica was the hottest, most popular girl in their old school and there was no way quiet Jessica would ever have been invited to her party. When Dave had asked Jessica to go with him as his date, it had felt like a dream come true. After all, he had been on the school football team and was on his way to Cornell on an athletics scholarship. Nice-looking too, with curly brown hair, blue eyes, and a teasing grin. He was nearly as tall as Daddy Steve. Although Daddy was handsomer, she decided. Still, Dave was as popular as Veronica, and no one had been more shocked than Jessica that he’d even known she was alive.

Dave’s hand pushed its way up to her underwear and tugged the waistband. “You’re such a pretty girl,” he murmured. “Aren’t you going to kiss me?”

Panic cleared some of the fuzziness in her brain and she tried to push his hand away. “It’s nearly midnight. I have to go home.”

“Seriously? Are you eight or eighteen?” He slipped an arm about her waist and kissed her cheek. “Come on, Jessica. Kiss me.”

And because it seemed expected of her, and it would have seemed ungrateful to say no I don’t want to kiss you, I actually feel sick, Jessica turned her face to his.

Dave pushed his tongue into her mouth, gripping her head with one hand. The other hand he pushed between her legs.

No, no, she tried to say, but he was holding her too hard. His fingers pushed aside the thin fabric of her panties and stroked her slit.

He broke off the kiss. “Did you like that?” he panted, his eyes full of lust.

“Let me go!” She finally twisted out of his grasp, crawled to the edge of the porch, and vomited into the bushes.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He sounded disgusted. “You shouldn’t drink if you can’t hold it.”

She wiped her face with a sleeve, mortified. She’d vomited over Veronica’s plants. The couple that was making out in the garden stared at her, aghast.

They would tell Veronica, and Veronica would tell everyone. Jessica wished the earth would open up and swallow her whole. Serve her right for thinking she could go out with Dave Huntingdon. He was way out her of league.

She turned around, meaning to apologize. But Dave had gone. She saw him through the glass doors, talking and laughing with Veronica.

Hot tears slid down her cheeks. She took out her phone and stared at it for a moment.

Daddy always told her to call him if she ever needed him. Don’t think twice, he’d told her. If it’s a question of your safety and well-being, just call me. Doesn’t matter where you are and who you’re casino siteleri with. I’ll come for you.

She bit her lip, and sent him a text.

Hi Daddy, you asleep?

The answer came in a minute.

No, Baby Girl. Waiting for you to get home so I can tuck you in.

Fresh tears slid down her face.

Daddy, could you please pick me up?

Sure. Just send me the address.

No questions, no wasting of time. She texted him the address and he replied that he would be there in fifteen minutes.

Something tight inside her chest loosened. Her head still spun, but all she had to do was sit there and wait for her stepfather to show up. When she’d told him about the date, he’d frowned slightly, but he hadn’t told her not to go. He never did. He gave her the freedom to make her own decisions, unlike Mom. That was why she liked staying with him so much better than she did staying with her birth mother. Mom would have hit the roof at the sight of her skimpy dress which barely came below her ass, the thin straps and low neckline which revealed the lacy black bra she was wearing underneath.

“You look like a slut,” Mom would have yelled. “Why don’t you just go naked and throw yourself on him?”

I’m not like you, Mom, she would have shot back, and then they would have had one of their screaming matches which always ended with both of them in tears.

Daddy was different. He had whistled and said, “You look beautiful, Baby Girl. Go enjoy yourself.”

Footsteps sounded behind her. Jessica turned to see Veronica, sexy as ever in a tank top that revealed her pierced navel and tight little shorts that revealed her shapely thighs.

“How’re you feeling?” asked Veronica, sitting beside her.

Jessica’s face burned. “I’m sorry I was sick over your plants.”

“Don’t worry about it,” said Veronica. “We have cleaners coming in tomorrow. You want I should tell your date to take you home?”

She shook her head. “Steve — my Mom’s ex — is coming to get me.”

Veronica threw her an appraising look. “Dave’s an asshole, just so you know.”

Shock coursed through her. “I thought he was your friend.”

“Sure he is. He’s also an asshole. He has a diary in which he rates the girls who let him fuck them.”

“I didn’t,” she stammered. “I won’t.”

“Hey, do what you want,” said Veronica. “I won’t judge. I’m telling you just so you know what he’s like. He’s had five girlfriends in the last year and cheated on every single one of them.”

Jessica swallowed, feeling sick. Why had she had a crush on Dave again? Just because he was good looking and had a nice body? He’d barely spoken three sentences to her during the school year. Maybe he was just looking to add to his diary entries before he went to college. Tears threatened to leak out of her eyes again.

A car rolled up the driveway, saving her. She jumped to her feet, then leaned on a pillar as her head swam.

Daddy got out of the car and walked toward them, looking cool and relaxed in a simple T-shirt and gym shorts.

Veronica stood beside her. “Man, your stepdad is hot. I’d let him fuck me in a heartbeat.”

Jessica slot oyna blushed at the words. Did the girl have no shame?

Veronica laughed at her expression. “I’m not surprised you prefer staying with him,” she teased.

“He has a bigger house,” she retorted. And Mom doesn’t care, and I hate Mom’s boyfriends, and I love Daddy more than anyone in the world. Mom had married Steve when Jessica was just two years old. Their divorce three years ago had nearly broken Jessica. Mom had agreed to let her spend half the time in Steve’s house, although it usually worked out to more than that. He was also the one who had declared he would pay her college tuition. She was looking forward to going, come September, but she knew she would miss Daddy with all her heart.

“I bet he has a bigger dick than Dave,” said Veronica, and she sauntered back inside the house.

Then Daddy was there, holding out his arms. She fell into them, sobbing.

“Hush, darling.” He stroked her hair, holding her tight against his chest. “Daddy’s here. Everything is going to be all right.”

“My head is spinning,” she whispered.

“Let me carry you to the car.”

He swung her into his strong arms. She gazed into his face, so calm and confident, so caring and reliable, and felt the tension recede from her limbs.

He placed her gently on the backseat of his car and told her to lie down. Then he got in and drove away.

Jessica lay on the backseat, staring at the bits of light and signboards flashing by. Classical music played softly on the stereo and she relaxed. She must have fallen asleep, because the next thing she knew, Daddy was pulling her out of the car into his arms. He carried her to the front door, set her down beside him, holding her all the while, and then unlocked the front door.

“S’okay, Daddy,” she mumbled. “I can walk.”

But she couldn’t, not without his support. He helped her up the stairs, took her to her bedroom, and undressed her.

“Let’s get you clean, Baby Girl,” he said.

He left her curled up naked on her favorite chair, and drew a bath for her. When he came back to the bedroom, she was nearly asleep.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he urged. “You’ll sleep better once I’ve got that off you.”

She remembered how she’d vomited all over herself. “I’ll do it,” she began, but he shushed her.

“Let me. I used to bathe you when you were little. You’re still my Baby Girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He led her to the bath and helped her in. The warm, soapy water felt wonderful. He soaped her all over, down her back, under her breasts, between her legs, taking his time. Jessica felt a warm tingle start from her pussy and spread all over her body. Daddy was so gentle and caring. She knew she could tell him anything and he wouldn’t judge her.

He rinsed the soap off, then toweled her dry.

“Let’s tuck you in now,” he murmured, looking at her with so much love that she wanted to cry again. He carried her to her bed and laid her down, then drew the quilt up to her chin. He switched off the light, leaving her teddy bear nightlight on, just the way she liked it.

“Good night, Baby Girl.”

“Good canlı casino siteleri night, Daddy. I love you.”

“I love you too, Jessica.”

He left, shutting the door behind him. Jessica tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Her head was still spinning in the most alarming way. At least she was clean and dry and safe now, and she wasn’t going to be sick again.

But she could still feel Dave’s tongue inside her mouth, his fingers pushing aside her panties. She suddenly needed to tell Daddy about it. Daddy Steve would make her feel better, like he always did.

She sat up and pulled on a thin white shift. She padded down the corridor and paused outside her stepfather’s bedroom. His door was slightly ajar. From inside, she could hear the sound of panting, like Daddy had gone for a run. Curious, she peeked inside his door. The streetlight outside his window illuminated the room.

Daddy was lying on his king size bed, completely naked, his hand on his cock. Jessica’s eyes widened. She’d never seen a cock before, certainly not Daddy’s. She should leave. She should leave right now. But she stood there, transfixed at the sight of Daddy pleasuring himself. He had such a big cock, and he was jerking it so hard. Didn’t it hurt when he did that?

His eyes were closed, his mouth open. “Baby Girl,” he groaned aloud, and she started, thinking he had seen her. But his eyes were still closed. His strokes became harder, and then his entire body arched upward and went rigid. After several moments, he collapsed back, panting heavily.

Jessica wet her lips and went quietly back to bed. Why had this surprised her so much? Daddy was a virile man in his late thirties. He hadn’t had a serious relationship after divorcing her mother. There was no current girlfriend that Jessica knew about. A sudden stab of jealousy went through her at the thought of his past girlfriends. None of them had deserved him.

She got into bed, no closer to sleep than before. At least her head had cleared somewhat. She thought of the way Daddy had jerked himself so hard, and wondered how it would feel if she did it for him. How it would feel if Daddy’s tongue pushed into her mouth, if it was his fingers that stroked her slit. She got wet thinking about it. Why had he called out Baby Girl while he was stroking himself? Did he fantasize about her?

Her pussy vibrated, and she moaned. She licked her fingers and began to massage her clit in slow circles. She closed her eyes and fantasized about Daddy fantasizing about her. She was so aroused, she came in two minutes. “Daddy!” she cried out as she came.

Her bedroom door pushed open. “You okay, sweetheart?” came Steve’s voice.

Then he took in the scene before him — her hand on her pussy, her legs spread wide — and stilled.

Jessica flushed and drew the quilt up her body. “I’m okay, Daddy,” she stuttered. “Just a bad dream.”

His lips quirked in a smile. “When you were small, if you had bad dreams, you used to climb into our bed.”

“Can I still do that, Daddy?” she asked tentatively. “You wouldn’t send me away, would you?”

“Never,” he said. “You’ll always be my Baby Girl. Sleep now, okay? You’ve had a rough evening.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

He left, closing the door behind him. Jessica slept, holding her pillow tight against her, imagining it was her Daddy she was cuddling.

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July

During the weeks to follow, I spent a lot of time thinking about Dirk. It was clear to me that he didn’t really like me much. But that didn’t keep him from using me. I continued to straighten his apartment and keep his clothes clean. I was hoping that being around him while I cleaned would result in Dirk being a little nicer to me. As far as Dirk was concerned, that would never happen.

Dirk continued to verbally abuse me and continued to tease me with his amazing body. One evening, when I was coming in from work, Dirk heard me in the hall. “Woman, get on in here and help me,” he ordered.

Dirk had begun calling me “woman” right after I moved into the apartment upstairs. He knew it really pissed me off to be called that. It was degrading. That is why he did it! He knew it bothered me. I guess it made him feel superior to me. I think we both knew he was superior to me.

I entered his apartment just as he peeled his tight pants off his muscular legs. I stood there in awe. Dirk didn’t have any underwear on. He was completely naked. I didn’t want to spoil what was happening, so I just stood there staring in silence. Dirk’s ample cock was absolutely fat, long and soft. His flaccid dick was still thicker than my cock when it was a full-fledged boner. His balls were about the size of small chicken eggs. They were hanging low and loose in his hairless sack. I started to get hard. I moved my hands in front of my crotch and hoped he wouldn’t notice. Dirk acted as if he was used to having someone watch him undress. He wasn’t turned on at all. It was like he was in the locker room at the local gym. Having me around, had no impact on him sexually. He was totally straight. But he didn’t mind dominating me and teasing me for his pleasure.

Dirk said, “Get one of my jock straps out of my drawer and put it on me.”

Fuck yeah! I wasn’t expecting that! Fuck yeah I’ll put your jock on you, I thought. I knew where his jocks were from doing his laundry and putting his clothes away. He kept his jocks in his top right hand dresser drawer. He had 12 jocks in varying degrees of wear. I knew there were twelve, because I had counted them. I also smelled them and licked them before I placed them back safely in his drawer. My favorites were the ones that were stretched out from holding his beautiful package. The jocks that had lost some of their elasticity, from being overfilled with his man meat.

I got one of my favorite worn out jocks from the drawer and fell on my knees in front of Dirk. He was standing there, all 6′ 3″ glaring down at me. His dark features seemed to be sadistic. It was a warning, I’m sure. My face was merely inches from his crotch. I was super close to the meat I craved. I took in a deep breath so I could smell the natural man musk that had developed from his crotch being captive in his pants all day. I wanted so badly, to lean forward, and bury my nose in his magnificent basket.

Dirk lifted his right foot and I spread the leg strap so he could step into it. Then we did the same with his left foot. I leaned forward and grabbed the waist band of the jock. Now my face was only a quarter of an inch away from Dirk’s muscle meat. My lips opened and my tongue began to snake out for a quick taste of Dirk’s cock. Dirk must have known what I was thinking, because he reached down and pushed my face away from his crotch. I was so close. If only, I had moved my tongue a little faster. Damn he was so frustrating! I looked up and he had a cruel smirk on this face. One that said, you will service me not enjoy me. I carefully finished pulling up his jock strap up around his waist. I pulled the pouch so it covered his beautifully thick cock and straightened the leg straps so they lay flat against his muscled ass.

I sat back and looked at how masculine Dirk looked. His meat was barely contained in the loose cloth of the jock. He looked so sexy. There was a gap between his body and the cloth of the pouch, where his cock threatened to spill out. I wanted to lean over and run my tongue around his jock. I wanted to taste the sweet sweat that had accumulated during the day. My cock was now hard as a rock. I needed some relief. Then Dirk said, “Okay, that’s all I needed you for. You head upstairs. I want to get going on my arm workout.”

I had been dismissed. I walked up the stairs painfully aware of the hard on rubbing between my leg and my pants. With every step I climbed my dick got harder. Finally, when I got to the 6th step, my cock erupted. It hurt like hell, it felt wonderfully painful. By the time I reached the top step, I was done climaxing. The leg of my pants showed a growing cum stain. Dirk had that effect on me. He could make me cum without me touching myself. That fucker was hot! I had plenty of ammunition for several jerk-off sessions from that degrading jock strap experience. Fuck, I hated him.

The rest of the week I watched Dirk walk around naked in his apartment. I would follow him from room to room, peering through the cracks in the floorboards of my apartment. I never saw casino siteleri Dirk masturbate. Hell, I did it all the time. But, Dirk, didn’t want to waste spraying his sperm into the toilet, or into a towel. He wanted every drop of his potent cum to be swallowed or shot into a beautiful pussy. His sperm was too good to end up in a toilet! Dirk’s sperm was for human consumption.

Dirk went hunting for his sexual pray once a month. He had a monthly ritual that he followed. During that month, Dirk became very horny, and accumulated huge amounts of cum in his large testicles. When he came, he came like a bull!

Once I saw him overflow a condom with his sperm. The reservoir tip of the condom expanded like a balloon with his man spunk. It looked as though the condom was totally white in color rather than clear because the entire shaft was covered in thick white sperm trapped between the latex and his hard cock. All along the base of the condom, sperm spilled out, flowing over his ball sack and dripping off his nuts. He was a stud, no doubt about it. If he didn’t wear a condom, the slut would end up pregnant for sure. He had plenty to of cum to give. He had the huge nuts to supply the sperm.

Dirk would not use a condom if the girl he brought home was on the pill, or, had some other form of birth control. He said a condom interfered with his pleasure. I think he just wanted to shoot his sperm into a waiting pussy or a sucking mouth. He wanted to share all that he had saved up that month. He liked to hear the comments about how much cum he would shoot, or how they would choke trying to swallow it all, or the way his cum would run out of her pussy after he shot a big load.

One night when Dirk had some redhead that he was fucking, he pulled his rubber covered dick out of her pussy. His condom was full of sperm. He pulled it off his cock and I could see that his condom was about 1/3 full of cum. Dirk tossed it into the trash and then he and Red went into the bedroom. I went downstairs and retrieved his used rubber. I couldn’t believe it was so full of cum. I opened the condom and took a big breath of latex and cum. The smell was stronger than I was expecting. It smelt like man cum. Better yet, it smelled like Dirk cum!

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and turned the rubber upside down and let his cum slide down the latex unto my tongue. I knew it was wrong, I knew I was a pervert. That it was nasty. I knew I was a sick bastard dreaming about Dirk fucking me, but I gobbled down his sperm anyway. Next, I cleaned out the inside of the condom by turning it inside out and dropping it into my mouth slowly pulling it out between my lips squeezing every drop of his muscle babies from the rubber. I can’t tell you how much it turned me on.

My cock was pointing straight out. Then, I tried to put Dirk’s condom on my own hard dick. I only got it half way on my cock, before, I shot my load. It was like I was shooting all the energy from my body through my dick. I felt like I was going to pass out. Having Dirk’s cum in my mouth, his used rubber on my dick was more than I could take. I was gasping for air and I held onto the sink. Finally when my climax subsided, I sat down on the toilet. Fuck, I really was a pervert. Taking Dirk’s rubber from his waste basket, then, licking the cum out of it, was a sick and desperate act. But, it was so Mother Fucking Hot!

If having Dirk’s cum after the fact got me so worked up, I could imagine the feeling of getting a hot live load directly from his huge masculine cock.

Saturday night came and Dirk asked me one more time to help him dress for his night out. He was going to a country western bar. I chose a pair of worn jeans and a blue tee-shirt with extra short sleeves that would show off his massive biceps. The dark blue color would show off his beautiful smile and accent his eyes. I found a pair of snake skin cowboy boots and a black Stetson hat to complete the look. He looked hot. I would have eaten him!

Dirk asked me to stay there in his apartment for him to return. He wanted to include me in on his conquest tonight. Hell yes! I would stay. “Just sit there in that chair in the corner. Don’t be wondering around my apartment touching my stuff,” he said.

I waited nervously not moving from the chair when Dirk’s truck pulled into the driveway. I sat up straight, anticipating what my role would be tonight. Dirk busts through the door, swearing up a storm. “Holy Fuck, that stupid Bitch! She couldn’t even follow simple instructions and follow me home!” Dirk ranted. “Mother Fucking Cunt! A whole night wasted! Now what am I going to do?” Dirk roared.

I shrank back into the corner of the room, not wanting to encounter Dirk’s wrath. It was evident to me that he had a lot to drink. He was plenty mad! Then Dirk saw me and bellowed, “What the fuck are you doing here? You better not have been going through my underwear drawer.”

“I’m sorry Dirk, you asked me to wait for you here,” I said submissively.

“Never mind you faggot. You dumb shit! Get slot oyna me a beer. Do it quick!” Dirk ordered.

I ran to the kitchen and returned with the beer. He grabbed it out of my hand and drained the bottle down his throat. “Get me another one, faggot,” Dirk said loudly.

I did what I was told. Dirk drank that one down quickly as well. By now Dirk had started to calm down a little. He grabbed himself another beer and sat on the couch. He said, “That fucking woman was all over me tonight. She followed me out of the bar parking lot. But the next time I looked, she was gone. That dumb bitch,” he said angrily.

I didn’t say a word. I just let him rant. He seemed really pissed, pretty drunk and potentially violent. I don’t think that tonight was a good time for me to be here. I weighed the risk with the benefits. Dirk did have all that sperm built up. A whole month’s worth of cum in his swollen balls. He just might take his drunken anger out on me if I stay. I decided to stay and take the risk. After all I couldn’t let all that sperm go to waste! Fuck yeah, I’ll risk it!

“Dirk, I’m sorry that bitch got lost. I know you are upset, is there anything I can do? Anything I can do at all?” I said with as much concern as I could muster.

“Yeah woman, get me another beer,” he said.

I brought Dirk another beer. He was quite drunk by now. I was handing him his beer when he grabbed my arm and pulled me down on the couch next to him. “Hey, you’re a fag,” he said. You want to eat my cum right?”

Fuck yes, I’ll eat your cum. I’ll suck your dick, I do whatever you want you fucking stud! That’s what I thought, but what I said is, “I’ll help you get off, but you have to be nice to me. Treat me with respect. You’re a lot bigger than I am, a lot stronger than I am. I don’t want to get hurt. If you agree to be careful, and gentle with me, then I’ll be glad to help make you forget that stupid bitch from the bar.”

Dirk grinned devilishly, and said, “Of course I’ll be gentle with you woman. You have nothing to fear.”

Oh fuck I thought. He’s going to treat me like he always does. I’m going to be one of his whores.

Dirk said, “Come over here woman and take off my boots.”

I stood up, ready to head upstairs, but Dirk grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me down on the couch. “Don’t try to get away woman,” he says. Just do what I say and you won’t get hurt. Now take off my boots!”

There was the Dirk I knew. Threatening me by saying, “Do what I say and you won’t get hurt.” I had no control. Dirk was calling the shots.

I knelt in front of Dirk and pulled each of his boots off. “Now my socks,” he says.

I pull off his socks and I look at his big feet. I lifted one foot into my hands and begin to massage his foot. I have wanted to touch his feet for a long time. “Put my foot up against your face,” Dirk says.

I pull his foot up to my face and begin rubbing my cheek against the bottom his beautiful foot. Slowly, I begin kissing the bottom of his foot. Dirk has this evil look on his face. He says, “Now woman, use your tongue.”

I begin sliding my tongue over the bottom of his feet. The taste and smell are wonderfully masculine. I decide to slide my tongue between his toes. Dirk moans, “That’s it faggot. Use your tongue.”

I lick between every toe and then slide the little toe into my mouth. I gently suck. Dirk’s eyes start to smolder. I can tell he likes this. I slowly lick and suck on his toes and then slip the four smallest toes into my mouth. Licking and sucking them like they were made just for my mouth. Then I slide the whole big toe in my mouth and suck on it like it was the cock I craved. Dirk moans loudly. I drop that foot and pick up the other and I’m treated to the second muscular foot. I felt like I was dreaming. I had wanted this for so long.

Dirk told me to undress and sit on the floor. He then retrieved a cardboard box from the closet. Dirk took off his clothes and sat on the floor with his back against the couch. “Sit in front of me between my legs. Lean your back up against me,” he said.

With no hesitation I did as he said. Dirk took his right arm and reached across my chest catching hold of my left arm. He squeezed me back against him tight. Dirk said, “This exercise is going to be about trust. Can you handle that?”

I have to admit; I was being hugged by Dirk and pulled into his torso with his face next to mine. “Sure, I can trust you,” I said.

What I was thinking is Hell no I don’t trust you. But, I like where this is going so far. Dirk reaches into the box and pulls out an eighteen inch long double headed dildo. What the Fuck! The dildo was a pliable sponge rubber. It held its dildo shape, but could be squeezed into the tightest areas. This was a complete surprise to me. I had never seen Dirk play with any sex toys, but, I was interested in what he was going to do with it. Dirk said, “Lean your head back on my shoulder and open your mouth. Try to relax.”

I opened my mouth and Dirk put both of his legs over my legs canlı casino siteleri trapping me tighter in his grip. I couldn’t move much at all. Dirk took one end of the dildo and placed it in my mouth. The head pretty much filled my mouth. “Now remember, this is about trust,” he said.

Alright, trust I get it. Then Dirk forces the dildo farther into my mouth so I start to gag. Dirk whispers into my ear, “Come on, relax, you need to trust me. I’ll take care of you.”

Okay, I’ll try again. The dildo reaches the back of my throat and I am determined not to gag. I feel the pressure on my throat, but I relax as much as possible. “That’s it, you’re doing good, you have nothing to worry about.”

Okay, so far so good. I feel a little more pressure and the back of my throat and the head pops into my throat. I struggle a little but Dirk continues to hold me tightly in place. Dirk pulls out the dildo and gives me more words of encouragement. He continues to whisper softly into my ear. “You’re doing a nice job. Let’s try a little more.”

Dirk slides the dildo into my throat and then pushes in a couple more inches. My throat is completely blocked and I can’t get any air. “That’s the way baby. You want to be my woman don’t you?” he said.

I did feel completely safe. And right now, I did want to be his woman. I had this magnificent man holding me tight. My back was leaning against his muscular pecs. His huge biceps were holding me tight. He was whispering so intimately into my ear that I knew he would take care of me. With that he pushed the dildo down deeper into my throat. I no longer could breathe, but I wanted to show Dirk, that I trusted him. Dirk slowly removed the dildo from my mouth. “That was very nice,” he said. Your trust turns me on. My dick is starting to get hard.”

Sure enough, I could feel his dick starting to thicken against my back. I couldn’t believe that I was turning him on. Dirk said, “Open wide.” He began slowly feeding the dildo down my throat. It inched further and further down my throat and I could feel his dick harden against my back while my own dick was sticking straight out in front of me.

Dirk once more pulls the dildo out of my throat. I begin to miss the feeling of fullness in my throat and I miss the pleasure I was bringing Dirk. As the dildo slipped down my gullet, it filled my throat so I couldn’t breathe. The more that I trusted Dirk, the less frightened I was. When Dirk pulled the foam cock out of my throat, it was as if I was losing a part of Dirk that he was sharing with me. My throat wanted that cock back. I started to like my trusting this handsome controlling body builder. I really felt safe with his arms around me. I was ready for him to slide the fake cock down my throat again.

Dirk whispered into my ear, “You want to sit on my dick? Have my cock inside of you?”

I began to shake. I had been dreaming of this for months. To have Dirk’s muscle dick in my ass was what I was living for. I had fantasized about this since the first day I rented my apartment from him. Dirk loosened his grip on me and reached into the box. He pulled out some lube and some poppers. “You’re going to need some help getting my thick cock up your ass. You take a hit of poppers and I’ll lube up my cock.”

I took a hit of poppers. I lifted my body off the floor and Dirk slid his thick dick in line with my ass. I slowly sat down on Dirks huge dick. Fuck! It was stretching my ass wide and deep. The feeling was incredible. I never thought I would have this studs cock in my ass. Dirk grabbed me tight again and pulled back onto his lap. His cock was pushed into my ass as far as it could reach. The poppers were taking over. I said, “Dirk, I want to be your woman. I need your sperm so bad. I’ll do anything you want.”

Dirk answered by placing the dildo back into my mouth. Pushing it slowly down my throat more and more until only a couple inches was sticking out of my mouth. I could feel it deep in my gut. I couldn’t breathe and I was starting to get dizzy. Dirk growls softly into my ear, “We’re almost there. Hold on for me. Trust me. I’m getting close to shooting my load.”

I nodded my head yes and Dirk begins pushing the rest of the dildo down my throat. I feel his hand inside of my mouth and then I feel his fingers pushing the final bit of the 18 inches in my throat. My throat instantly closes over the end of the dildo. The whole thing is in my throat. My throat is shut. I begin to worry, how we will get the dildo out. Dirk starts to push up into my ass with his thick dick. He grabs me tighter so I can’t get away. “Fuck, you turn me on so much! Taking that dildo down your throat. Trusting me totally,” Dirk said.

He arches his back pushing his big cock deeper into my ass. “Once I start to cum, you can shoot too,” he gasped.

Dirk’s cock begins to throb and shoots his first rope of cum into my gut. I feel the warmth and the volume of his sperm and my dick begins to spray my load unto the floor. The shear excitement of shooting my load makes me squeeze my ass as I spurt out my cum. Dirk feels his cock getting squeezed by my ass and shoots out another thick rope of cum. Then another, and another, until my ass is full of Dirk’s cum. I felt every spurt of Dirk’s sperm hit my insides.

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My son Rick just arrived home from college. He was nineteen at the time. He had grown since he was last home. He was taller and his body had filled out. We were alone in the house. My husband had gone to work. I was walking down the hallway when I heard this sound. It sounded like a slapping noise. Rick’s bedroom door was partly open.

I couldn’t help myself. I looked in. There was my son in his back. He was stroking his cock. I couldn’t believe how long he was. I must have watched for a couple of minutes. I felt myself getting wet. I left his door and walked to my bedroom. I pulled my pants down and began to move my fingers across my slit. I was actually embarrassed. My son’s cock had turned me on.

Rick was certainly longer than my husband. My husband had stopped paying attention to me. I ached to have a hard prick inside me. I made myself orgasm with just my fingers. It wasn’t enough, however. Later in the day, Rick was standing in the kitchen. I came up behind him and put my hands on his shoulders.

He turned are to face me.

“I’m so glad you are finally home,” I told him.

He said he was happy to see me and my husband. I casino oyna was trying to control myself. I raised my hand and placed it on Rick’s chest and I rubbed it. Rick looked confused. He had every right to be.

“Do you ever think about me when you are at school?” I asked.

“Sure, all the time,” he said.

I finally lost my control. I lowered my hand to Rick’s crotch. I could feel his long member through his pants. Rick’s eyes lit up as he felt me massage his cock.

“Mom?”

“I saw you on your bed,” I told him.

His eyes went wide and he knew why I was touching him now. He pulled me closer and we had our first kiss. It all went crazy from there. Rick started to pull my clothes off. I was naked in record time. He stripped down as well. His cock was already semi-erect. We made it over to the couch. I got onto my back and Rick spread my legs.

I soon felt the head of his dick probing my opening. Rick slowly entered my wet hole. He took his time sliding into me. I was panting hard as he finally had all of his cock inside my pussy. He held his member still inside me. I was already having these small orgasms. Then slot oyna the real fucking began. He pulled out, just leaving his mushroom inside me. He pushed my legs back as he slid into me hard.

I screamed repeatedly as my son fucked my tight pussy. A couple of hours ago I wouldn’t have dreamed such a thing could have happened. Rick was stretching pussy muscles every time he entered me. All I knew was that I needed my son to fuck me hard. He did that and more. I was having these intense orgasms now. Rick could have me any way he liked.

He eventually pulled out and make me get on my hands and knees. He placed his hands on my shoulders and then he pulled me back into his hard rod. It had been a long time since I had sex like this. I was practically begging for Rick to enter me. I don’t think I every wanted a man’s cock so badly. He drove into me right up to the hilt. I pushed back to meet his thrusts.

Mother and son were moving as one. I soon heard these grunts as Rick finally let go. My pussy was soon swimming in my son’s hot love batter. I squeezed his cock dry that day. I wanted every drop of Rick’s seed inside me. My son took me a few canlı casino siteleri minutes more before he pulled out. His cum came running out of me. I went to the bathroom to empty out. When I got back Rick was waiting for me.

I used my mouth to clean the spunk from his spent cock. Rick said he had never dreamed something like this could ever happen. That summer Rick and I were in bed constantly. I had to had his long cock and my son gave it to me often. Thankfully I was still using birth control. I lost count the times Rick filled me with his seed. I loved to ride his hard dick as he would squeeze my big breasts.

He would work me into a lather and then shoot streams of his cum deep into my tummy. Rick had an endless amount of seed to give me. The summer didn’t last long enough. It was time for Rick to head back to school.

“What are we going to do Mom?” He asked me.

I didn’t want to lose his cock from fucking me either.

“I want to tell you a secret,” he said. “I think about making a baby with you constantly.”

I was totally taken by surprise.

“Think about it when I am back at school,” he said to me.

Rick is now gone back to school. I often am on the bed naked. I rub my clit thinking about what my son said. I picture Rick seeding me and making my belly grow big. I might not be able to stop him from doing that the next time he comes home.

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Staring into the darkness for a minute, Jessi tried figuring out where she was and what had woken her. Then her eyes adjusted to the dark, aided by the sliver of light beaming out from under the bathroom door, and she remembered: she was in a hotel room. Her mother’s soft snoring in the other bed told her it must be her dad in the bathroom, the latching of the door likely what had woken her. They were taking her back to college after summer break and had been about six hours into the nine-hour drive when her mother experienced one of her migraines. She didn’t get them often, but when she did they were debilitating, and they’d pulled into the first hotel they found. It happened to be one of the swankier hotels, costing more than her parents usually spent for rooms, so they’d decided to bunk together. At nineteen, it’d been years since Jessi had shared a room with her parents, but under the circumstances it was the smart thing to do. While her dad covered the room’s window with black-out curtains, her mother took her meds with half a bottle of wine, then donned her sleeping mask and quickly passed out. It’d still been early so Jessi and her father had spent time enjoying the hotel’s pool and jacuzzi, ate dinner at a nearby restaurant, then went to a movie before slipping into the room and quietly going to bed themselves.

With the mystery solved, she rolled over and went back to sleep.

In her dreams she snuggled up to her boyfriend Tom in his dorm room, his strong arm wrapped around her, pulling her tight to him. His hand slid up and down her side and over her lower back, gently rubbing her through her t-shirt and stirring a warmth within her. Jessi’s hand slid down from his chest to his crotch where it found the bulge of his manhood, his loose shorts allowing her to wrap her fingers around the thick shaft and gently tug on it. As it throbbed to life tropical breezes wafted through her loins, stirring her embers. Tom’s free hand reached over to cup one of her firm B-cup breasts, his palm covering it, his fingers squeezing the pliant mound and awakening an ache within the twin orbs. As her nipples began to swell, poking at her shirt, he swiped his thumb back and forth across the one, sending sparks of electricity shooting along her nerves. The tropical breezes stiffened, fanning her embers into smoldering briquettes of desire and their heat radiated throughout her body.

She wanted to reach up and kiss Tom, to press her lips to his and slide her tongue into his mouth. But for some reason she couldn’t. This seemed unimportant in the dreamland and she leisurely drifted along on the waves of passion created by his fondling of her breast and the feel of his rigid cock in her grasp.

After a few minutes he rolled her over onto her other side and snuggled up behind her, rubbing his hard cock against her ass. Reaching over her, his hand slipped up under her shirt to cup and fondle her breast directly. The heat from his palm sizzled against her flesh, the ache growing and her nipple becoming fully engorged. Shifting his hand, he tweaked the swollen bud between thumb and forefinger, making it zing with more electricity. As Jessi’s embers began to snap and crackle within her loins she ground her ass back against his manhood.

Wait! What? Her mind suddenly filled with questions. As she’d been rolled over, she’d woken slightly and in the fading slumber she questioned things she’d missed in the dream. Things like why Tom’s bed seemed wider and more comfortable than usual? Why the sheets were softer? Why the pillow was fuller? Fluffier? And why didn’t the room smell of sweat and take-out? The answers soon screamed through the remaining slumber and her eyes shot open in shock. It wasn’t Tom’s room, or bed, or . . . or . . . Oh my God!

She was still in the hotel room. In the hotel’s bed. And it wasn’t Tom behind her . . . it was her dad. It was her dad’s hand inside her shirt, fondling her breast . . . making it pulse with desire. It was her dad’s fingers tweaking her nipple . . . making it spark and crackle. It was her dad’s cock she’d been tugging on . . . and that was now rubbing against her ass . . . that she was grinding back against.

My God! Stop it! Stop it! She screamed at herself.

And she did . . . for the moment.

Stopping herself from grinding back against him, she worked through how things must have developed. After going to the bathroom her father had climbed in bed with her, probably to get away from the violent tossing and turning his wife’s meds caused. He’d done it in years past, when her mother would get a migraine during one of their vacations. That’d been long before Jessi had become sexually active, and of course, nothing had ever happened . . . nothing like this.

But then, she’d never had naughty dreams that’d made her rub at his cock.

She imagined that her attentions to his manhood had started him dreaming. And like her, he’d dreamed it was his partner doing it. So he’d responded accordingly; believing it was his wife’s tit he was manipulating . . . his wife’s ass he was grinding against.

Jessi casino oyna frantically tried to think how to end things. She didn’t want to just slap him. There was no reason to shock him like that . . . especially with her part in it.

What the…?! Alarms suddenly started ringing through her mind.

While trying to decipher the events and figure out an exit, her body had reflexively started responding again to the things he was doing. She’d shifted to press her tit into his hand firmer and was rolling her ass back against him . . . hard.

While these actions bothered her, they didn’t exactly surprise her.

She enjoyed sex . . . a lot. The feel of a man touching her . . . his strong hands molding her breasts . . . his fingers toying with her nipples. She loved the smell of a man and the feel of his hand on her sex . . . the sensation of his rigid cock sliding inside her. And it’d been ten weeks since she’d been with Tom. Ten . . . long . . . weeks since Tom – or any man – had done the things her daddy was doing.

And it did feel so good . . . so, so good . . .

Even if it was her daddy.

Do something, she told herself.

But she didn’t.

The feel of his hand on her pert breast . . . the sensation of his rigid manhood pressing against her ass . . . had turned her embers into red-hot coals of passion. And while she knew it was wrong, she didn’t want it to stop.

Not yet.

Not . . . just . . . yet.

Pulling his hand away from her breast, he drew her shirt up and piled it above her tits. The covers had slid down to her waist and the room’s airconditioned air swirled over her breasts, making her flesh and nipples tingle. His other arm was under her neck and he brought that hand to her chest as well, so that he could fondle both her firm tits at once. His fingers squeezed and molded her aching mounds, sculpting and reshaping them. Taking both her nipples between thumb and forefinger he tweaked them a couple times, then returned to molesting the fleshy mounds. The ache within them pulsed harder and her body sizzled with the heat of her embers.

“Mmm,” she quietly mewed.

Or at least she thought it was quiet.

“Shh, Babe,” he whispered. “You don’t wanna wake our roommate.”

Jessi’s nerves jangled with the realization that he was now awake too. Yet he must still think she was her mother, since ‘Babe’ was his nickname for his wife. It was an easy enough mistake, especially in the pitch-dark hotel room. Both women had small, petite frames with B-cup breasts, slim waists, and little heart-shaped asses. The only thing that would actually distinguish them from one another in the dark was the length of their dirty-blond hair; Jessi kept hers shoulder length, several inches shorter that her mother’s.

Now that he was awake she knew she should say something to end things before they went any further. And she fully intended to. In fact, she was on the verge of doing it when one hand slid away from her breast and his fingers began tracing delicate lines down across her tummy, making her abs quiver excitedly.

No. No. No. She told herself, biting at her lip as his fingers crept further and further down, gradually approaching the waistband of her shorts. She told herself she couldn’t let him touch her . . . down there. But as his fingers slid back and forth across her flesh they stirred butterflies in her tummy and made her abs quiver more and she remained silent, panting with anticipation. Her time sleeping with Tom had gotten her used to going commando so, along with the t-shirt, she only wore a pair of little gym shorts that were loose enough to allow him easy access to…

His fingers reached the short’s waistband . . . dipped under it . . . slipped down . . . across her pelvis . . . down . . . down . . .

“Mmm,” she mewed as two fingers slid through her wet slit. Her hips jerked slightly, trying to press herself against those fingers and his cock at once as her embers burst into flames, the orange-red tongues dancing.

“Damn, you’re wet,” he whispered, his voice excited.

His one hand continued fondling her breast while his fingers played in her slit, slipping up and down through her wetness a few times. Drawing the fingers up, he found her clit and settled them atop the button. As he rubbed the engorged bud, electricity screamed through it and shot along her nerves, making her fires grow. After a minute his fingers slid down away from her clit to rub at her opening. Pressing gently, one of his digits easily slipped inside her and he hooked it to massage her inner wall while shifting the heel of his palm atop of her clit.

Oh my God! My daddy’s fingerin’ me! He’s playin’ with my tittie! She silently whimpered, unable to believe it was really happening. Even less believable was how much her body was responding. The multiple contacts had her fires roaring within her loins . . . her body sizzling against the a/c air swirling over her flesh . . . and her juices flowing freely. Her pert breasts pulsed and throbbed with desire, her nipples engorged spikes of slot oyna lust at their front. Her hips rolled and gyrated, rubbing her ass back against his rigid cock and twisting her sex at his finger.

Then his hand pulled away from her pussy, out of her shorts, and back behind her. As he pulled his crotch away from her ass, she felt the bed shifting and his body moving as he started working his shorts down.

“Mmm,” she mewed, careful to be quiet. She didn’t know if her response was from her body missing his hand and cock pressing against her . . . or from the knowledge of what he intended next.

Again she told herself to do something to stop this, to end things before…

Yet, she still didn’t act.

Instead she lay there, panting with anticipation, her heart racing, her body aching for him . . . for his cock . . . for her daddy’s cock.

With his shorts shoved out of the way he scooted down a little on the bed, his hand simply resting atop her breast for the moment. His other hand grasped one leg of her shorts and pulled it aside and her body reacted instinctively; keeping her one leg stretched across the bed, she lifted the other and bent her knee, offering herself to her daddy. His hard cock slipped inside her short’s leg . . . slid up along her inner thigh. When it touched her sex she inhaled sharply and held her breath. The tip slid along her slit . . . settled at her opening.

Then it simply stayed there for a minute, pressing gently.

Jessi’s mind raced with what was happening . . . her daddy’s cock at her sex . . . about to enter her. Again she thought how she should say something, stop him from…

But her body didn’t listen . . .

It had plans of its own . . .

Her hips rolled . . . she pressed down . . . slid herself onto her daddy’s cockhead . . . her walls spreading . . . admitting him.

She didn’t know if the timing was pure coincidence or if he’d been waiting for this, but his hips lifted at the same time and several inches of his manhood penetrated her before being stopped by her tightness.

“Mmm,” she whimpered, louder than intended, and her hand shot up to cover her mouth.

His hips dropped back slightly, extracting a portion of himself from her. Lifting again, a little more of him slid inside her. He dropped back . . . lifted . . . dropped back. When he lifted again his entire cock slid into her pussy, stuffing her with its firmness. Keeping himself buried inside her, he rolled his hips, his manhood shifting inside her, and his hand started massaging her breast again, his fingers squeezing the pliant mound hungrily.

Jessi laid there, her heart racing, her chest shoving her tit into her daddy’s hand . . . her hips rolling herself on her daddy’s cock. She kept her hand over her mouth, muting her whimpers as her fires danced higher and higher within her loins.

He settled his empty hand on her waist, his fingers gripping her as he started to slowly pump himself at her, his hips dropping and lifting in small, steady increments. Their position allowed only the limited action, a few inches of his manhood slipping in and out of her while his other hand continued molesting her firm tit.

Jessi’s fires roared within her loins as she laid there being fucked by her daddy, his strokes limited, but still so nice . . . so filling. Almost immediately an orgasm began to materialize within her fires, its rapid appearance surprising her. Reaching out, she grabbed at the sheet under her with one hand, her fingers tensing, as she kept her other hand over her mouth, muting her impassioned whimpers.

A moment later she was glad she had as his thrusting grew even more limited and he shifted to bring his mouth to her ear.

“Ya like your daddy’s cock, Sweetie?” He whispered, his breath swirling in the canal.

“Mmm!” She nearly screamed into her hand.

He knows! Oh my God, he knows it’s me he’s fuckin’! The sudden knowledge sent her fires raging to new heights . . . made the orgasm’s promised intensity grow. Her hips jerked, her pussy hopping on his manhood. Waves of lust rolled through her and she closed her eyes, her head rolling back slightly to snuggle against the side of his face.

“Yes you do. You like Daddy’s cock in your sweet lil’ pussy,” he whispered.

“Mmm,” she sighed, the shock gone from her voice, but not her body or mind. She didn’t know for how long he’d been aware of her true identity, but the fact that he did know and was still fucking her made her entire body sizzle . . . her flesh simmer with a thin sheen of sweat.

“Your pussy feels so good, Sweetie. So tight,” he whispered, his mouth right next to her ear, his breath swirling inside it . . . his words ricocheting through her mind. His hand remained on her breast, his fingers squeezing . . . molding the pliant mound hungrily. Up and down his hips pumped . . . a few inches of his cock slipping from her . . . sliding back in. “God, it feels so good on my cock… On your daddy’s cock.”

“Mmm. Mmm,” she mewed, the orgasm emerging from the flames to approach the ledge of canlı casino siteleri its release . . . her lust burning . . . her breasts aching . . . nipples zinging excitedly.

Up and down his hips humped . . .

In and out his cock pumped . . .

Pulsing . . .

Throbbing . . .

Growing stiffer within her velvety hold . . .

Oh God, he’s gonna cum! My daddy’s gonna cum inside me! Her mind reeled with the idea. She loved the sensation of a cock unleashing inside her . . . the feel of it added so much to the sexual experience. And now it was her daddy that was going to…

“Oh yea, Sweetie. So good,” he groaned quietly into her ear, his hips thrusting harder.

The orgasm raced to the ledge . . . peered over it . . . towering . . . teasing . . . promising. Her muscles started to tense, her sex clenching around his thick shaft. Again, their position limited her own ability to move . . . to fuck him back . . . but as the orgasm teetered upon that ledge her hips rolled and gyrated herself on his pumping manhood.

“Oh, Sweetie. Daddy loves you,” he groaned, his hips thrusting one . . . last . . . time. Then he buried himself inside her as best he could, his fingers at her waist clenching onto her tightly as his cock began to jerk and spray his semen inside her. “Daddy loves you so much.”

“Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!” She cried into her hand, the orgasm blasting through her. Brilliant skyrockets exploded in her mind. Electricity screamed along her nerves . . . her muscles spasmed . . . her body shuddered. For several minutes the orgasm continued crashing through her, her rapturous whimpers muted by the hand over her mouth. Her hips twitched and hopped, her pussy locked around his shaft, squeezing it to draw his seed from him.

Finishing, her daddy held himself inside her, letting her sex milk him dry.

The orgasm began to fade, waves of ecstasy ebbing away. She kept her hand over her mouth to quiet her lingering mews of pleasure. Sensing his cock softening within her folds she waited for him to pull it out and when he did her body trembled with an aftershock.

They laid there for a minute, catching their breaths. In the background she could still hear her mother’s soft snores, telling her they hadn’t disturbed the woman. Not that it was very likely when she was on her meds. Pulling his arm out from under her, he rolled onto his back and pulled his shorts back up. She fixed her shirt then rolled over to snuggle up to him, draping both an arm and leg across him as she rested her head on the pillow next to him.

“That… That was… surprising,” she whispered.

“Absolutely,” he breathed. “I-uh… I think we need to talk. But not tonight. Tomorrow.”

“Mm-hmm,” she agreed. Then she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep again, her body snuggling up to her daddy.

****

The bed shifting under Jessi woke her. Rolling over, she cracked her eyelids open in time to see her father disappearing into the bathroom, then she turned her eyes to the alarm clock on the nightstand between the two beds: 6:30. In the other bed her mother lay, snoring next to a messy pile of sheets and bedcovers.

Jessi’s mind raced back to hours earlier, to the middle of the night when her daddy . . . when her daddy and her had done what they did. It almost didn’t seem real, like maybe it’d just been some kind of erotic dream . . . a very surprising and pleasurable dream. But it hadn’t been a dream. It’d been real. Her daddy had fucked her.

Suddenly what seemed like hundreds of thoughts and emotions assaulted her. The next second she forced them down as the bathroom door opened. As her father walked back into the room a familiar tingle shimmied along Jessi’s nerves.

“I’m gonna get a shower. You need to use the bathroom before I do?” He whispered.

“Yea,” she answered, brushing the tingle aside . . . for the moment.

Minutes later the shower was running and Jessi was sitting on the bed, absently staring at the muted local news program on the TV while the thoughts and emotions came flooding back. Confused by their . . . surprising nature . . . she sat there, struggling with a series of questions.

She desperately wanted to talk to her father, like he’d said they would. Mainly she wanted to know how the . . . encounter . . . would affect their relationship; what kind of fallout – if any – would there be? She didn’t want it destroying their close relationship.

Trailing right behind this concern was the series of odd sensations and strange desires she was experiencing. Like the tingle that’d raced through her as he’d stepped out of the bathroom just minutes earlier. And other . . . things. She couldn’t stop thinking about how it’d felt to have his hands . . . her daddy’s hands . . . touching her in those intimate places. She remembered how quickly her initial shocked reaction to it being him – and not her boyfriend – had morphed into arousal. How it being her daddy had screamed through her, stoking her fires and initiated an orgasm so quickly. And now she was having these strange . . . thoughts. The experience had seemingly awoken long lost desires . . . forgotten – or repressed – fantasies she’d had no idea existed. She had no idea where they came from, yet, she could not deny their existence.

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I have no idea what possessed me to write this story but if you like it, or have any advice, comments are greatly appreciated.

All characters are 18 or over.

*****

Marty stared down into the vial of faintly glowing green liquid. He was certain he had finally perfected it. The first time he had used the love potion, almost 4 years ago, he had begun a chain reaction that destroyed his old world. He had sworn off using any of his grandfather’s (Ricky’s) destructive inventions for love or sex but now he was getting desperate.

Ricky had left the family, once again, without any real explanation – simply stating that he would return and warning his grandkids not to mess with his stuff while he was gone. It had been 3 months since Ricky had vanished through one of his portals and Marty’s lust and boredom had finally got the better of him.

Since the first catastrophe with the love potion which turned the worlds inhabitants into freakish monsters, Ricky had discovered the error in his calculations and had spoken at length on where it had gone wrong. Marty hadn’t paid much attention to his grandfather’s ramblings at the time but now that several years had passed, and he was no closer to seducing the love of his life – Vanessa -Marty had decided to try it again.

In the 6 years he had been going on wild adventures with his genius, unstable grandfather, Marty felt he had picked up quite a lot of knowledge surrounding Ricky’s ridiculous inventions.

He knew he would never be able to compete with his grandfather’s godlike intellect but when he found the revised love potion recipe stashed away in the garage (amongst dozens of other insane blueprints and equations) Marty had been confident he could piece it together.

Now, 2 weeks since finding the potions recipe, Marty found himself with one, small vial of the luminous green liquid, and a perfect plan to use it.

***

Autumn had finally had enough. She was tired of getting ignored, of big-titted bimbos getting all of the attention and stealing her boyfriends.

Autumn had thought going to college would be fun, that there would be constant parties and she would get laid whenever she wanted. But instead it was disappointment after disappointment. Every guy who did show her a little attention would always end up losing interest and going off with another girl, and Autumn knew why.

No it wasn’t because she was arrogant or selfish, or was too picky when it came to men (all things Marty liked to point out when Autumn was annoying him). Autumn knew the reason she wasn’t getting lucky was because of her flat chest.

She blamed her mother, Steph, for this of course. B

Steph may have bigger breasts than her daughter but not by much and Autumn blamed these genetics on her lack of success. Fortunately, Autumn had an easy fix for her problem, a solution that had backfired terribly when she tried it several years ago but one which she was now confident she had perfect control over.

When she had first noticed boys weren’t paying enough attention to her due to her smaller than average tits, Autumn had the brilliant idea to use one of her grandfather’s incredible inventions – the Morphizer-EX.

The Morphizer-EX was Autumn’s favourite invention of Ricky’s. It was a simple machine with a few dials and a lazer which could be set to change the size and molecular makeup of just about anything.

For example, a bit of dirt could be turned into a diamond, which could then be enlarged to the size of a house. However, Autumn had no such plans. She just wanted massive tits.

The last time Autumn had used the Morphizer-EX she had quickly lost control when stood in front of the machines lazer. Instead of simply making her breasts larger, Autumn had turned herself into a freakish giant, trapping herself inside her parents garage (which doubled as Ricky’s laboratory). The situation then escalated, as it inevitably always does, leaving Autumn more than a little traumatised. However, it had been almost 4 years since that terrible day and Autumn was ready to try it again.

She entered the family garage and flicked on the light. The fluorescent lighting buzzed and blinked into life as she scanned the dirty, cluttered room for her goal. She spotted it quickly, loosely covered by a tarp in the opposite corner. Autumn placed her mug of black coffee on one of the shelves before removing the tarp and wheeling the contraption into the centre of the room. Autumn hated the taste of coffee but she needed a burst of energy and a pot had already been brewed in the kitchen.

She quickly plugged the Morphizer-EX in and set the dials to the necessary settings. Autumn then set up the screen that the lazer would be pointing at – a screen made of a special material that would absorb the lazer beam whilst remaining uneffected – one of Ricky’s clever safeguards to try and keep the laser under control.

Autumn switched on the lazer and watched as it fired a steady, yellow beam into the protective screen. She took a couple of deep breaths before moving casino oyna onto the next step. In one smooth motion Autumn reached into her tank top and whipped out her plain, white bra.

She looked at the flimsy material and pulled a face at its measly size. What better way to test the Morphizer than by using one of her bra’s, she figured she would need a bigger pair anyway to match her breasts – if everything went to plan.

Gingerly, Autumn dangled the right cup over the lazer and slowly, carefully, lowered it into the ominous, yellow beam. Instantly, as soon as the light came into contact with the white cotton, the right half of the bra began to balloon ridiculously, inflating 5 cup sizes in seconds. Autumn laughed in excitement as she adjusted the bra and moved the left cup into the beam. The same effect took place and soon Autumn was holding one, massive bra that could comfortably cradle two ripe watermelons.

Pleased with the results, Autumn tossed the bra aside and removed her tank top, leaving her naked from the waist up. She then adjusted the power cable to the Morphizer-EX so that in the all too likely event that history should repeat itself, Autumn could kick out the plug and cut off the beam.

Now that this was in place Autumn took another deep, steadying breath before edging herself forward into the yellow light. She angled herself so that she was mostly side on with the lazer and could dip in and out of it’s effects. Just as her right breast neared the light Autumn stared down at her chest and stated with as much confidence as she could muster:

“Goodbye pancakes, hello melons…”

***

Marty finished applying his favourite cologne and adjusted his best yellow t-shirt in the mirror. He examined his appearance one last time before deciding he was ready to put the rest of his plan into action.

Marty hopped down the stairs and into the kitchen where he heard a familiar buzzing coming from the garage. He walked past the half empty coffee pot he had just boiled and into the adjoining garage. What he saw made him immediately freeze and his mouth drop open.

Standing before him was his older sister, Autumn. But not the usual, ginger, flat chested, ordinary Autumn he had grown up with. This Autumn was naked from the waist up and had tits the size of beach balls.

“W-what the fuck Autumn?” Marty gasped before immediately spotting the Morphizer sitting nearby. “You u-used that…again? After what happened last time? You were turned into a m-monster!”

Autumn was ecstatic with the results. Her tits were absolutely massive and surprisingly symmetrical. She had kicked out the plug the moment she was happy with the size and it had worked brilliantly. Well brilliantly except for the fact that her brother had just stumbled upon her half naked and he was clearly completely rattled. Marty had nearly completely gotten over his stutter in the past couple of years and it was only real shock that would bring it back.

“Listen, Marty, I know the lecture you’re gonna give me but it’s done now. I figured out how to use it safely and I’ve pulled it off. I hated my boobs and now they’re perfect!”

Marty hesitated and licked his lips. His sister’s tits were incredible. He had seen many creatures with massive breasts in his travels but somehow none were as amazing and tantalising as Autumn’s. They bounced and swayed slightly with her breathing and Marty was practically hypnotized by them. He did finally draw his eyes away to scan the room and give himself a moment to think and take in what had happened. Except as soon as he pulled his eyes away he noticed something even more shocking.

“Uh, what the hell is that, Autumn?” Marty pointed a finger to the shelves next to the Morphizer and his hand was literally shaking with trepidation.

“What?” Autumn snapped before following where his hand was pointing. She felt an irrational annoyance that her brother had stopped paying attention to her massive tits so quickly, even though his gaze should have grossed her out it actually had excited her. “It’s a mug, Marty, you know the thing for tea and coffee. All the shit you’ve seen with Ricky must have melted your brain if you find that so surprising.”

Marty ignored his sister’s scathing tone and gulped loudly in an effort to calm his nerves.

“What’s in the mug, Autumn?” He croaked through a suddenly tight throat.

“Eh, coffee dumbass,” she retorted, putting her hands on her hips.

‘Why was this dweeb talking about drinks when I’ve turned myself into a sex goddess…and why do I care what this little shit thinks?!’ Autumn thought but did not say.

“Coffee!?” Marty spluttered. “Coffee! But you don’t even like coffee! And you weren’t even meant to be here today! You said you were on a date!”

Marty held both hands to his head and was practically hyperventilating. His gaze had turned back to his sister and despite his apparent horror he couldn’t help but drop his focus to his sister’s incredible breasts as his mind whirled.

“I needed something to perk me up and slot oyna help me focus. Jake cancelled the date, okay? And I can come here whenever I want – it’s both our parent’s house!” Despite her defensive tone Autumn was getting unnerved by her brothers obvious dismay.

“You’re not the only one who had the bright idea to revisit some of Ricky’s old inventions. I found a revised recipe for the love potion I tried years ago. Remember the one? Nearly destroyed your world and did actually ruin mine? Well I made it so it was safe and a little less overpowering and…I was gonna use it today. Vanessa’s coming over any second for some joint revision and she’s been using coffee to help her focus,” Marty sighed and rubbed both his eyes wearily. ” Coffee, which I filled with the new and improved love potion…”

It was now Autumn’s turn for her mouth to drop open in shock.

“You lectured me on messing with dangerous inventions!? While you’re doing exactly the same fucking thing! And coffee, Marty, really? You just left it lying in the kitchen!”

Despite how angry she was becoming she was acutely aware of a wetness forming between her legs. She crossed her arms hotly and was amazed at the weight of the tits spilling over them.

“I only left it for a minute and no one else was meant to be in the house!” Marty continued to address his sister’s mammoth mammeries and found it even harder to pull his gaze away.

Despite the raging mix of emotions coursing through him, his cock had ignored what was appropriate and had begun rising to attention. Marty thought a silent prayer for his brilliantly enhanced boxers which, much like the Doctor’s TARDIS, had been altered to be larger on the inside. This meant no matter how hard he became he was completely concealed. This rather genius invention had saved him from countless embarrassing occasions.

“It was still completely careless!” Autumn raged, refusing to back down. She noticed that despite her brothers fixed stare at her magnificent new assets he clearly wasn’t even getting the smallest of boners and for some reason this seriously bothered her. She felt the almost uncontrollable urge to demand why Marty was not physically responding to her irresistible body. She kept telling herself this was just her pride speaking and she pushed on in the conversation in an effort to distract her dirty thoughts.

“I, eh, thought you said the love potion affected everyone except direct relatives, anyway? Maybe you’ll just have to make a new batch and try again at your sad attempt at seducing Vanessa.”

Marty sighed and rubbed his eyes once more.

“Yeah, but that was the old formula, Autumn. God knows if that rule still applies!”

“Well I think we’re freaking out over nothing,” Autumn huffed, moving her hands to her hips and trying not to rub her thighs together. ‘Why am I so horny all of a sudden?’ Autumn wondered.

“Fine let’s forget the potion – which was a nightmare to make by the way! What are you planning on doing with those things,” he gestured to the gigantic breasts unnecessarily. “Mom’s gonna go crazy when she sees them. She had to help you last time this went wrong, remember?”

Autumn bit her lip anxiously for a moment before answering. She had rushed into using the Morphizer but she had had one idea and now that she had this love potion leverage on him, maybe she could make Marty help her.

“Ricky had that material ages ago. That stuff you could make into bags or pockets or whatever. Which could hold wayyy more than it should have. I want some of that to sew into a bra for the meantime until I’m ready to show these to Mom. And since I’ve caught you being a little pervert, I want you to tell me where it is. I know you helped Ricky get the materials to make the stuff. Tell me that and I won’t mention the potion to Mom.”

Marty was finally able to look his sister in the eye and glared at her.

“You’re trying to blackmail me into helping you? Fuck you, Autumn,” Marty was pleased with the steel he managed to put into his own words.

Suddenly Autumn’s stubborn, angry demeanour dissolved and her face turned desperate. She brought her hands up in a literal prayer. For some reason she suddenly couldn’t be angry with Marty.

“Please, please help Marty. You’re right, Mom will kill me. I need your help. Mom comes home in a few hours and I don’t have the first idea how to find this weird material stuff and it’s the only plan I’ve got.”

Marty was taken aback by his sister’s seemingly genuine desperation and his anger also dissolved.

“I’m sorry Autumn, I want to help but I used the last of that space saving stuff. I built them into a few pairs of boxers to hide my own…secret thing.”

Autumn gasped in relief and quickly stepped toward her brother until her tits were almost touching him.

“Oh please, please, please give me your boxers. I could refashion them into a bra. I’m sure you don’t need them!”

Then before Marty could even begin to object Autumn dropped to her knees before her younger brother and began canlı casino siteleri yanking his pants and boxers to the floor. She told herself she was only doing it out of desperation for the material but some other, darker thing urged her on.

“A-Autumn! What the fuck? I’m using them!”

However, Marty’s objections came far too late and suddenly he was naked from his waist down to his ankles and out sprang his no-longer-concealed member. And out it did spring.

Autumn had just tugged down her brothers boxers to his knees when out popped his restrained cock which sprang up with such force it bumped her chin and slid right up the right side of her face. Even though the hit of his bellend was relatively light, the shock of it sent Autumn tipping back on her plump ass.

“What the fuck is that, Marty?!”

Marty made a strangled, high pitched ‘oooh’ – a noise he only made when he was extremely stressed, a noise he had avoided making for years.

“I told you I was using the material!” Marty whined.

Autumn gazed in awe at the monster that stood pulsing above her. Her little brother’s cock was a rod of meat like a python with a bulbous, angry purple head which gleamed with a pearly drop of precum at it’s tip.

“You used the Morphizer-EX too, didn’t you?” Autumn whispered, transfixed. She should be furious that her brother chastised her for using Ricky’s old technology after he used the Morphizer and the love potion but instead she felt excitement and…hunger.

Marty had closed his eyes in horror when his second secret was revealed so had missed his sister’s lustful gaze and nearly jumped out of his skin when one of her slender hands suddenly gripped onto his dick.

“Jeez! What are doing Autumn?”

“I’m just…comparing,” Autumn spoke almost robotically as she began squeezing and rubbing her own massive tit with one hand and stroking her thumb under the colossal shaft of her brother’s member. Her fingers couldn’t quite touch to circle around it’s girth.

“Autumn, please, what the f-fuck…”

But his sister ignored him and moved both hands to grip and stroke the length of his cock. The sight of his sister sat beneath his prick with her massive, impossible breasts resting over her knees was the most erotic thing Marty had ever seen, and though his conscience screamed in the back of his head to stop what was happening, Marty stood motionless.

Autumn’s hunger grew and her hands began to move faster and more deliberately. She stroked firmly from base to tip, rubbing her thumb up over the massive bellend.

Chills ran up Marty’s back and he tilted his head back. He hissed lowly with pleasure which turned to a sharp gasp as his sister’s hot wet mouth engulfed the head of his cock. Marty looked back down and groaned as he watched Autumn’s mouth bulge obscenely to accommodate his size. It was like a fist pushing into her mouth. Her eyes met his was an intensity that was almost scary.

As if taking the direct eye contact as a challenge Autumn pushed forward and several more inches of Marty’s cock slid into her mouth and into her throat.

A small voice in Autumn’s head remarked on how weird it was that her mouth and throat could accommodate this insane size without choking her or triggering her gag reflex. For the most part though Autumn was just pleased she could swallow down Marty inch by glorious inch with minimal difficulty.

Marty gawped in awe as his prick pushed and pushed smoothly until his sister’s nose was buried in his little bush of pubes at the base of his shaft. He couldn’t believe it. He had invested in some other, more subtle, upgrades for his cock he hadn’t had the chance to mention to his sister – upgrades which he had intended to use for the first time on Vanessa. Even though he knew his member should fit it was another thing entirely to see it in action and feel his cock fill his sister’s entire throat.

Autumn held her face there for a few seconds. Enjoying being filled and basking in the pleasure radiating from her brother. Somehow she could breathe with only minimal difficulty even though the head of this monster cock was practically in her stomach. Eventually though Autumn slid her head back and pulled her mouth free of her brother’s python cock with a loud, wet ‘pop’.

Autumn’s saliva coated Marty’s entire length and strands hung from her lips and chin. Before Marty could even begin to make a comment Autumn ducked forward and sucked down her brother’s cock again, quicker this time, and began bobbing back and forth. Her pace was fast, rhythmic and slobbery – taking almost the full length every time.

Marty was in heaven as he watched his sister suck him and watched her gigantic tits wobble and bounce. Marty’s hands hung motionless by his side until Autumn soundlessly moved them to the back her head. Marty took the hint and grinned with excitement.

Without hesitation he began to push his sister’s head deeper onto his cock, then he began thrusting his hips forward gently in time with her bobbing head. When Autumn still didn’t gag or attempt to pull away Marty steadily grew bolder and his thrusting became harder until he was powerfully face fucking his sister. Autumn dutifully knelt with her arms by her side and let her brother have his way with her mouth and throat.

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“Me.” A hairy-chested man with short dark blond hair, a heavy mustache, and beard stubble stepped out of the crowd. He was wearing black work boots, black leather chaps, and a black leather cock ring with chrome snaps. His stiff cock thrust out from his closely-trimmed crotch.

The guests cheered. “Go get ’em, Carl,” one man shouted.

Carl grinned and extended his arms with his fists closed and his thumbs up. He smeared lube on his hard dick and pushed it into Rod’s freshly-fucked asshole. It went in easily, up to the hilt. “Your butt’s kinda loose,” he said. “But I guess it’ll do.”

Rod grinned. His cock was rock hard with a line of precum running down his shaft, over his balls, and dripping on the floor. His stiff pole jerked as he rolled his hips, pushing his butt toward Carl. “This better?”

“Oh yeah.” Carl fucked Rod with long slow strokes. “You were really tight before.” He pulled completely out and then eased back in. “I gotta take it easy. I don’t want to come too fast.”

“Take your time,” Rod said. “This feels great.” He looked up at Rick. The tip of his cock was sticking out of his tight briefs. “Come here,” Rod said. “I’m gonna suck your dick.”

“All right.” Rick stepped up to Rod and reached for the waistband of his briefs.

Rod shook his head. “Leave ’em on.” He closed his lips around Rick’s cock head, licking its stretched skin and probing its cum-slit with the tip of his tongue, then licked down Rick’s briefs, soaking the cloth stretched over his shaft with spit.

“That is fucking hot,” Rick said, looking down at the wet cloth molded to his massive hard-on.

“THIS is fucking hot!” Rod rolled his hips in time with Carl’s slow thrusts. “A stud in my ass and another in my mouth . . .” He tried to raise his arms, but the cuffs held him immobile. “Okay, take it out. I’m gonna give you a REAL blowjob.”

“Good.” Rick reached into his briefs and pulled his cock and balls out. “I’m sure ready for you.”

“Jesus, you’ve got a great cock.” Rod kissed Rick’s precum-leaking tip and then bobbed over his stiff pole, taking it deeper and deeper into his mouth. He finally stopped with his lips clamped around the base of Rick’s cock and Rick’s balls pressed against his chin.

“Oh yeah,” Rick whispered. “Deep throat me.” He rocked his hips, slowly moving his stiff cock in and out of Rod’s mouth.

“Man,” Rick said. “You are one hell of a cocksucker.” He gripped Rod’s head to hold it in place and went faster.

“That’s right!” one of the watching men cried. “Fuck his face!”

Rick got rough, driving his hard-on in and out of Rod’s eager mouth. He took it, aggressively sucking Rick’s plunging pole.

The tension built in Rick’s nuts as he hammered Rod’s face mercilessly. “Fuck!” he gasped. “I’m gonna—” His throbbing cock exploded, shooting hard hot pulses of cum down Rod’s throat.

“Damn, that was good!” Rick pulled his slightly-softened dick out of Rod’s mouth.

Dan stepped behind Rick. “Is this a gig or a party?” He pulled Rick’s briefs down, then pressed his stiff cock between Rick’s butt cheeks and reached around to pinch his nipples.

“Yeah.” Rick rolled his hips, humping his crack against the big black man’s rigid pole. “I’ve never been paid to have so much fun.”

A steady stream of men—most stark naked or wearing leather gear, but two dressed in suits and ties with their cocks and balls exposed—played with Rick’s and Dan’s bodies while they watched a long line of guys plow Rod’s ass, then walk away with big grins on their faces.

Rick’s dick was fully hard again. His ARTwatch had been vibrating steadily, but he’d hardly noticed.

Dan pressed his cock-head into Rick’s asshole. “I’m gonna fuck your butt now.”

Rick turned around and kissed Dan. “Not yet. There’s something . . .” He told the big black man what he wanted. Dan grinned and nodded eagerly.

The latest man—a 6′ 6″ bear with arms and legs like tree trunks and a barrel chest, wearing a black leather cock harness with chrome buckles—finished with Rod. Rick took his place. “It’s MY turn.”

“Good,” Rod said. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Well, the wait is over.” Rick slid his finger up Rod’s asshole. It was already slick with cum and lube, but was still virgin tight.

“Plow his ass,” Dan growled. The big bodybuilder’s long thick brown pole was as hard as an oak tree. “Give his hot little hole a REAL workout.”

Rick pressed his cock-head into Rod’s asshole. His anal muscles resisted briefly, making Rick work for it. Then they relaxed and he slid home, all the way to his balls. “You’ve got a nice hot tight ass.”

“Your cock feels great.” Rod’s asshole clamped Rick’s rod. “So long and thick.” He thrust his butt backwards. “Give it to me. Hard and fast as you want.”

“All right.” Rick pulled completely out, then gripped his shaft and pushed his cock-head through Rod’s anal ring, slowly stretching it open. He stopped with his cock-head inside, then pulled completely out and pushed in again. He did that several times, teasing Rod’s casino siteleri asshole.

“Come on,” Rod said. “Let me have it.”

“You mean like THIS?” Rick drove home, slamming his balls against Rod’s butt cheeks.

“Oh fuck yeah!” Rod gasped. “Just like that.”

“Okay.” Rick pounded Rod steadily, slapping his pelvis against Rod’s buttocks.

“That’s right.” Rod rocked his butt back to meet Rick’s driving rod. “Fuck me good and hard.”

Dan moved behind Rick and grabbed his hips, bringing him to a stop. “You ready?”

Rick held still with his cock buried deep in Rod’s ass. “Yeah. Come on and do it.”

“All right.” Dan lubricated his finger and slid it up Rick’s butt.

“Oh man!” Rick’s cock jerked as Dan worked his finger in and out. “That feels great.”

“I’m just getting started.” Dan pulled his finger out and replaced it with his cock-head.

Rick almost came as Dan’s gigantic tool stretched his asshole, pushing in until he tensed up, pulling back slightly, and then going in deeper. He held still, taking long deep breaths as the big man entered him.

Dan’s tightly-curled pubic hair scratched Rick’s buttocks. That big pole was all the way up his ass. “Oh yeah!” Rick rolled his hips slowly, shifting Dan’s cock inside his ass while he fucked Rod’s butt.

Rick fucked Rod harder and faster. “Damn, your ass is tight,” Dan said, driving his big thick log up Rick’s butt.

“Oh fuck!” Rick groaned. He rammed Rod violently while Dan hammered his ass. “I’m gonna come!” The first shot of cum exploded from his straining dick.

“Yeah!” Rod cried. “Shoot it!” His anal muscles clenched Rick’s plunging pole while Rick slammed his butt, squirting more cum with each rough thrust.

Dan pounded Rick’s ass, grunting every time he slammed home. “Jesus!” he gasped. A hard hot jet of cum splashed Rick’s anal walls. Dan drew back and then rammed Rick’s butt again, firing shot after shot.

Rick and Dan finally stopped moving. Rick held still with Rod’s asshole clamping his stiff pole and Rick’s spent cock buried deep in his butt. “Man!” he said. “That was fucking WILD!”

“Yes it was,” Dan agreed. He pulled his dick out of Rick’s ass and stepped away from the bench.

“It was great, guys,” Rod said. “But I need to get off, too.”

Even though he’d just come, Rick’s cock was still rock hard. It shifted in Rod’s asshole when he bent forward and gripped the restrained man’s rigid shaft. “I’ll help you out.”

“No,” Rod said. “I need more than a hand job.”

“I guess that’s fair.” Rick’s cock slipped out of Rod’s butt when he straightened up and turned to Dan. “What do you think.”

“Well . . . I dunno,” Dan answered. “He was a pretty bad boy.”

“Boys will be boys.” Rick patted Rod’s butt. It was still pink from the spanking Dan had given him.

“Sure,” Dan said. “But still—”

“Bad, bad, bad, bad boy,” Rick sang. “You make me feel so good.” He liked dancing to that old song by Gloria Estefan and Miami Sound Machine. It was always a hit with the crowd.

“I guess he’s earned his freedom,” Dan said. He and Rick unfastened Rod’s cuffs.

“Jesus!” Rod stretched toward the ceiling and then took a few steps while swinging his arms in wide circles. “It sure feels good to move again.”

He turned to face Rick and Dan. “You two fucked the hell out of me. Now, it’s YOUR turn.”

“All right.” Rick looked at Rod’s mammoth hard-on. His dick was almost as big as Dan’s oversized pole. “You want a blow job?”

“Nope,” Rod answered. “I’m gonna fuck your asses.”

“Okay.” Rick bent over, put his hands on his knees, and waved his butt at Rod. “I’m ready.”

Rod pointed to Dan. “You’re first.”

Dan stared at Rod’s stiff pole and shook his head. “I’m a top, man.”

Rod looked surprised. “You mean you’ve never—”

“Uh-uh.” Dan took a step backward. “I do the fucking.”

“Until now.” Rod looked at the men surrounding them. They were all sporting immense hard-ons. “How about it, boys? You want to see me plow his ass?”

“Oh yeah!” several guys shouted. “Fuck his butt!”

“Uh . . .” Dan looked scared, but his long thick cock was rock hard.

“Come on, Stud,” Rick said. “You’ll like it.”

Dan hesitated and then said, “Tell you what, Bubba. You kiss my ass first.” He bent over and pulled his butt cheeks open. “Then you can fuck it.”

Rod ran his fingertips up and down his rigid shaft and over his swollen cock-head while he stared at Dan’s puckered hole. “All right.” He sank to his knees, gripped the big black man’s buttocks, and pulled them even wider apart.

“That’s right,” Dan said. “Eat my ass.” He groaned and ground his butt into Rod’s face as the porn star licked his asshole.

“Damn, that’s sexy,” Rick whispered. He’d only seen rimming in gay porn videos, never in real life. His own dick was painfully stiff. He stroked it slowly while he watched Rod jacking Dan’s rigid pole and tongue-fucking his butthole.

“That’s enough.” Dan pushed Rod’s hand away from his throbbing slot oyna pole. “I don’t want to come too fast.”

“Good,” Rod said. “Because I’m ready to fuck your ass.”

“Okay.” Dan bent over and put his hands on the bench’s padded leather top. “Just take it easy, huh?”

“Don’t worry. You’re going to like this.” Rod picked up the squeeze bottle and squirted a big blob of lubricant on the tip of his index finger, then rubbed the slippery gel over Dan’s puckered hole.

Dan moaned as Rod’s finger caressed his anus. His moans grew louder as Rod slid a fingertip into his hole and worked it in and out, gradually going deeper until his whole finger was inside.

“Does that hurt?” Rod asked.

“Oh hell no, man. Keep going.” Dan’s hard dick jerked as Rod fingered his asshole, occasionally pulling out to add more lube. “All right,” he finally said. “Give me your cock.”

“Oh yeah.” Rod lubricated his stiff pole and pressed its head into Dan’s puckered hole. “Here it comes.”

“Jesus!” Dan gasped as Rod’s swollen cock stretched his asshole. “That’s fuckin’ big!”

“Too big?”

“No.” Dan jacked off while Rod pushed in and then drew back, gradually opening his hole wider. “Feels great . . .” He screamed when Rod’s cock-head slipped through his anal ring and he slid home, all the way to the hilt. “God damn!”

“You all right?” Rod pulled almost out and then slipped back into Dan’s butt.

“Sure. Feels great. Fuck me hard.”

“Okay. I’m gonna pound the hell outta your ass.” Rod started out slowly but steadily increased his speed until he was hammering Dan’s ass, drawing back and then driving home, bouncing his balls against the big man’s butt cheeks.

“Jesus, man!” Dan gasped. “I’m getting close.”

“Well, I’m not near done with you.” Rod pulled his dick out of Dan’s asshole, then moved over to Rick. “I’m gonna fuck your buddy for a while.”

“Do it.” Rick bent over the bench and stuck his butt out. “I’m ready for you.”

“All right.” Rod smeared more lube on his stiff pole and pressed its head between Rick’s buttocks. “Here it comes.” He took Rick’s ass with one quick thrust and then fucked him hard and fast.

When Rick was close to coming, Rod moved back to Dan.

Rod alternated between Rick and Dan. He was plowing Dan’s ass when he gasped, “I’m gonna come.”

Dan jerked his dick while he rocked his butt back to meet Rod’s plunging pole. “Shoot it! Fill my virgin ass with your cum.”

“Here it is, Stud!” Rod grunted as he slammed Dan’s ass. Dan screamed each time Rod’s pelvis smacked into his buttocks. “Take my load!”

Rod pulled his dick out of Dan’s hard-fucked asshole and stepped away. Dan was still jacking his big hard cock. He turned toward Rick, who sank to his knees and said, “Come on! Shoot it for me!”

“Oh yeah!” Long hard streams of cum exploded from Dan’s throbbing pole and splashed Rick’s face and chest.

The men in the crowd had been jacking off and fucking each others’ butts while they watched Rod, Rick, and Dan. Several guys stepped up and pumped hot cum on Rick’s chest, shoulders, and occasionally in his face.

Rick stood up and kissed Dan and then Rod. The guys surrounding them cheered. Rick’s ARTwatch was vibrating constantly.

* * *

The DJ faded the pulsing beats which had underscored the wild sex scene into chill out music as the throng around Rick, Dan, and Rod dissipated. Some of the men headed directly for the bar. Others hit the group shower next door to the party room.

Rick, Don, and Rod joined the dozen men in the shower, letting the guys run soap slick hands over their hard sweaty bodies. It was playful as well as sexual and Rick was surprised that he was having so much fun. The group finally finished fooling around and dried off, then went back to the party room.

All the men in the room were naked. At first, Rick felt self-conscious, but he relaxed after smoking a machine-rolled joint and drinking a potent Mexican Martini.

Rick spent a lot of time talking to a man who’d introduced himself as “Bill.” All the guests seemed to know him. He was a tall slender man in his early 40s, with a runner’s body, short brown hair with a touch of gray at the temples, and precisely trimmed black beard stubble. His body was almost hairless, except for his closely-trimmed pubic thatch. His balls were shaved and his soft cock was slightly longer and thicker than Rick’s finally-deflated pole.

Bill was drinking straight Bunnahabhain, taking tiny sips from a big tumbler. He and Rick shared another joint while Rick had a second Mexican Martini.

The party was breaking up. Most of the men had paired up and left by the time Rick and Bill finished their drinks. Rick saw Rod leaving with three other men. Dan had already disappeared.

“Want to go to my room?” Bill asked.

“Sure,” Rick answered. He generally preferred men close to his age, but Bill was really sexy, as well as being smart and funny.

Bill took Rick up two flights of stairs and then down a long hall with a thick canlı casino siteleri carpet. Original oil paintings of Austin scenes decorated the walls. Heavy wooden doors were spaced along the walls.

A door in the middle of the hall swung open as they approached. They stepped into a dimly-lit room. It was bigger than Rick’s whole apartment and filled with comfortable-looking furniture.

There were mirrors and more oil paintings on the walls and the Austin skyline gleamed like scattered jewels through a floor-to-ceiling window at the far end of the room. Tiny spotlights in the ceiling lit the bed. It was big enough to sleep four comfortably and appeared to be floating over the lush carpet.

They stopped just inside the door, which closed automatically behind them and locked with an almost inaudible click.

Bill turned to Rick. “You’re all kinds of cute.” His cock was still soft but was growing longer and thicker.

“Uh . . .” Rick’s dick was already hard. “Thanks.”

“Don’t be shy. I know this is kind of new to you.”

Not really.” Rick wondered if he was blushing. “My first time was in my early teens. With my best friend. And I’ve been with lots of men since then.”

“Ever been in a gang-bang before?”

“Well . . . no. I’ve had a couple of three-ways. But, I’ve never had sex in front of other people.”

“Not like tonight.”

“No. I just thought I was going to dance. I liked the idea of being naked for a big group of gay men, but I didn’t expect . . .”

“It got kinda out of control.” Bill’s long thick dick was sticking out from his close-cropped crotch. “But, I don’t think anybody minded.”

“I sure didn’t,” Rick admitted.

“You surprised yourself.” Bill said. It wasn’t a question.

“Uh, yeah.” Rick wasn’t sure what to say, so he kissed Bill, hard and dirty with lots of aggressive tongue.

Bill plastered his body against Rick’s and kissed him back while kneading his buttocks and humping his stiff dick against Rick’s swollen pole. “You sure kiss good,” he said.

“So do you.” Rick stepped back and wrapped his fist around Bill’s hard-on. He ran his index finger over Bill’s cock-head, smearing the slick fluid that was already oozing from its tip. “I’m gonna suck your cock, now.”

Rick sank to his knees and took Bill’s stiff rod in his mouth, clamping his lips around its coronal ring and swirling his tongue over its swollen head.

“Oh yeah!” Bill moaned, running his fingers through Rick’s short hair and squeezing his shoulders. “That’s good.”

Rick looked up at Bill. “I love sucking your cock.” He bobbed over Bill’s cock, going from deep-throating its full length to kissing its tip while stroking its swollen shaft.

“That’s right,” Bill whispered. “Keep doing that.”

Rick licked, kissed, and sucked Bill’s hairless balls, taking one, then the other, and finally both in his mouth.

“You’re a wonderful cocksucker,” Bill said. A steady stream of precum was oozing from his tip and running down his shaft. “Now, I’m gonna fuck your face.” He gripped Rick’s head and rolled his hips, driving his hot rod deep into Rick’s mouth. A married trick had told Rick that women hated this, but he found it sexy as hell. He sucked eagerly as he stroked Bill’s shaft, pushing him toward an explosive climax.

“That’s great.” Bill pulled his throbbing cock out of Rick’s mouth. “But, I’m not ready to come.”

Rick stood up and kissed Bill. “What now? You gonna fuck me?”

“Not yet. There’s something else first.” Bill took Rick’s hand and led him to the bed.

“What are you gonna do?”

“You’ll see.” Bill picked up a pillow and set it at the foot of the bed. “Lie down.” He pointed to the pillow. “With your butt on that.” Rick lay on his back with his ass elevated.

“You’re going to like this.” Bill sank to his knees and put Rick’s ankles on his shoulders. He put his hands on Rick’s buttocks and pulled them apart. “Your asshole is SO pretty.”

Lightning shot from Rick’s anus to his raging boner as Bill’s warm breath caressed his asshole. “So pretty,” he said. “So fucking sexy.” Rick’s cock throbbed as Bill kissed, licked, and nibbled around his hole, gradually moving in. Rick moaned and pushed his butt into Bill’s face.

“You like that?” Bill asked.

“Oh yeah!”

Rick moaned and squirmed as Bill’s flat tongue stroked his asshole. It was hot, wet, and insistent, sending firebolts of sexual energy through his body.

“You doing all right?” Bill pointed his tongue and pressed it into Rick’s anus, gradually teasing it open.

“It’s amazing!” Rick said. Bill’s tongue went in deeper, fucking his ass like a wide flat super-flexible cock. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”

“Feels good doing it, too.” Bill gripped Rick’s bone and stroked it slowly while working his tongue in deeper.

The squirming tongue in his asshole and the hot hand caressing his throbbing pole had Rick on the edge of orgasm when he pushed Bill away. “Fuck my ass now.”

“All right.” Bill took a little squeeze bottle out of the nightstand drawer. “I’ve been fantasizing about your sexy butt all night.”

“Well, it’s here for you.” Rick folded his knees against his chest, lifting his buttocks higher. “All ready for your big hard cock.”

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