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My last year of high school, my dad took me down to the basement for “men talk”. The excuse was the fact that my parents found out I was having sex with my then girl friend, and mom insisted he should do it. But he didn’t care much about his son gifting him an unwanted grandkid or acquiring an STD or whatever; no, he was really drunk, and he just wanted to finally unload his secret. Well, mom’s secret, really… so we sat on the gym bench – my dad was into fitness, and had a really impressive setup installed – and he talked for over an hour, straight. Nothing much about me and my sexual activities – something I was over the moon about, but regarding which I could have really used some grown-up advice, mind you! – but rather about him and mom. I learned a lot about my mom that day, but it was nothing a young son should learn about his mother – certainly not from his drunken dad…

I’ve had a thing about her for many years; it was the sight of her in a summer dress, with her amazing tits almost spilling out, that fed my first jerking-off session, ever (and many since). She was a very pretty woman, with a scathing sense of humor which I thought was very cool. She was on the large side, a bit heavy-set, which I always thought explained why we never went to the sea, or her preference for large, flowing dresses – now I found out there was another reason…

Things were never the same after that “talk”; I used to be close to my mom, but now I avoided her (never talked to my dad much, anyway), and when I got accepted to several schools, I chose one in California, just to be as far away from home as possible. My parents were divorced soon after I left home; my dad did say that he was only staying for MY sake. After that I didn’t see much of him, but I did go home for holidays. I never talked with my mom about that… thing… but we did get to talking a lot on the phone. She seemed to be taking the divorce rather well; she went back to work – lots of stories about all the assholes there! – but the thing that seemed to give her joy was the fact that she started working out in the basement gym, seemingly really getting into it. She didn’t date or anything – well, nothing she would tell me about, anyway.

Right after graduation I landed a job at an international construction company, and went directly overseas, spending almost two years in the middle-east, never coming home for a visit. But when I got offered a promotion, and had to go back to visit company HQ in Chicago, I decided to stay with my mom, in Evanston. I did a lot of thinking, while overseas, and figured it was a chance to fix our relationship. I was really thinking about her a lot – even when with my girlfriend at the time, she was on my mind, a lot. She wasn’t on social media, and she wouldn’t send me any pics, but she said she was building up mass like crazy. My girlfriend – a Turkish girl – was an amature bodybuilder, and I found it really turned me on. And I was thinking about my mom, down in the basement, pumping those irons, and, yeah – it got me excited. That was actually the reason I eventually broke up with Meral – thinking about my mom as I was fucking her was getting to be too much. And, yeah, that thing my dad told me was always on my mind, but… I was getting used to the idea. And I really wanted to see my mom. She sounded glad when I called her to say I’d be visiting, and told me she’d come and pick me up, which sounded very encouraging.

When I saw her at the airport it was quite a shock. She looked pretty amazing for her 44 years – she had always been a beautiful woman, and her ash-blonde hair was cut in a sort of funky short style that really suited her. But she seemed much bulkier than I remembered her – huge, really, even taking into account her heavy winter coat – and at first I thought she had put on a lot of weight; but her still-pretty face had no sign of fat, and when I hugged her it was obvious even through her heavy clothing that it was not fat – she felt really muscular! Apparently she was not exaggerating when she told me about the gains she was making…!

I complimented her on this as we were driving home. She smiled happily. “Told you! I really like it, and it looks like I have just the right genes for it. I’ve been working out 6 times a week for almost 18 months, now!” I whistled, impressed. “It’s not that I didn’t believe you, it’s just that I never took you for the athletic type, mom. Good on you!” I was really impressed – but I had no idea just HOW MUCH she had changed…

I woke up late, the next morning, still jet lagged. I went down to the kitchen, where mom was making breakfast. She was wearing a large t-shirt over sweatpants, but I could tell that her back and shoulders were really wide. It made me forget for a moment about that other… thing.

“Wow, mom, you really weren’t kidding about those gains! Your shoulders look crazy wide!”

She smiled proudly. ‘Well, you ain’t seen nothing yet! Take a look at this.” She rolled up her left sleeve, revealing a very ripped, very powerful-looking arm. I touched her bare arm bostancı escort and was amazed by the tightness and muscularity of her biceps. And then she curled her arms; Her biceps exploded into raw pumped muscles atop her meaty triceps. Her flesh was iron hard. Her egg shaped bicep was HUGE – way bigger and stronger than mine. “So, was that girlfriend of yours anything like this?” I laughed in disbelief. “God, no, mom, I’ve never SEEN anything like this!” I let go of her arm after trying in vain to squeeze it. “Mom, this is unbelievable! Your arm, it’s… well, HUGE!”

She smirked. “God had nothing to do with it, just a lot of hard work and dieting!” She put her right hand on her bicep, stroking it lightly. “This puppy is almost 17 inches when pumped!” She looked at my own reedy arm. “So, what about you? Your muscles seem to be half the size they were in high school! All those years of living the good life in the desert, with the girlfriends and the Baklava and the Knafeh…” she rubbed my arm, roughly. “You’ve gotten too soft!”

“Com’n, mom, that’s not fair…!” I tried to jerk my arm away, but she seemed to be in a playful mood. She suddenly grabbed me by my arms, her large hands completely surrounding my soft biceps. Veins jutted out of her sinewy forearms as she tightened her grip on each of my biceps and slowly, unbelievably, started to lift me in the air… My mom was an inch shorter than my 5’11”, But in a matter of seconds my feet were dangling a foot off the ground…!

“Mom, what are you doing?” I shouted, alarmed.

She laughed affectionately, putting me down. “Just kidding, Jacky…”

My face probably showed my feelings of fear and embarrassment, as mom hugged me, saying: “I’m sorry, it’s just been so long and I’ve missed you so much – and I guess I do feel a little resentful about… well, look, baby, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you…”

I was feeling all sorts of feelings – embarrassment, confusion, regret – and something else, that I couldn’t quite pin down… maybe it had something to do with my mom manhandling me – or maybe it was the feeling of her breasts as she hugged me – as well as that… other thing that I felt rubbing against my thigh… I tried to recover. “It’s alright mom. Don’t feel bad, I over-reacted.”

Mom perked up. As she got back to the food on the counter, she asked me over her bulging shoulder, smiling mischievously: “So tell me, Jack. Does this make you feel scared, your mom being stronger than you?”

This made me really uncomfortable, but I tried to be an adult about it. “I don’t know mom. Yeah, maybe I AM scared a bit… But I can adjust.”

She turned and looked at me levely, her face serious. “Is my strength the only thing that’s scaring you?”

I gulped. I was not ready for that talk, not yet. “Look, mom, I have a long day ahead of me. We’ll talk tomorrow, OK?”

She smiled again. “Sure thing, son. Go get them!”

That incident stayed with me all throughout the day. And the worst thing was, whenever I thought about it, I felt myself getting erect… the thought of my mom’s breasts, smashing into my body as she hugged me, of her muscle-bound arms holding me, my feet hanging in the air, was really turning me on! And, yes – that bulge that pressed into my thigh – yeah, that thing was on my mind, too…

I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and I knew that I just HAD to see her body. I was at meetings and interviews at company HQ, all day, but all I could think about was that body, hidden by the huge shirt… those wide, pumpkin-sized shoulders, her thick, shapely neck, her large breasts… and that python, lurking underneath her sweatpants – I had to SEE!

I knew it was wrong, and I was really fighting with myself… I stayed in the city till the evening, going for drinks with some of the guys I knew at the company; what I really wanted was to go back home and see my mom, but I made myself stay, trying to shut the temptation down… I came back home late in the evening. Mom was curled up on the living room sofa, dressed in her regulation Chicago-winter clothing of sweatpants and large sweatshirt, watching TV. She asked about the meetings I had; there WERE news – I got offered a very nice position – but I was not really in the mood to talk about it. she could tell; after a while she told me she was turning in, kissed me goodnight and went up to her bedroom.

I went up myself, 10 minutes later, hoping that I was tired enough – drunk enough! – that I’d just fall asleep immediately… but, as I passed her room, I noticed the light coming out of her bedroom door keyhole. It was a large keyhole, made for a large key, and there was no key in the door… As if in a trance, I tiptoed over, leaned down and peeped.

She was standing in the middle of the room, and all I could see were her butt and thighs; but, oh, what a sight…! Her thighs were huge, very muscular, wide like tree trunks, her quads bulging out to the sides, clearly visible from behind. She was wearing a thong panty, and it barely büyükçekmece escort covered anything – her butt was very large, very round, and apparently very muscular. I could tell she was unfastening her bra, and saw the play of muscles on her lower back, as her mighty arms went backwards, around that wide back. And then she bent forward, and her majestic butt was directly in my face, her asshole barely covered, peeking at me from behind the tiny cover of her thong…

I could hold myself no longer. I released the throbbing erection from my pants, and started beating myself frantically – thinking about her insanely huge bicep, her powerful butt, those tantalizing breasts that I still needed to see… I had my jacket in my hand, and somehow remembered to put it over my penis; I was ejaculating into it like crazy, eyes closed, barely holding myself from groaning, when I heard the doorknob turning. Opening my eyes I saw my mom standing in the open doorway, dressed in a tiny tank top and thong, looking at me incredulously.

“What THE HELL are you doing?!”

I was standing there, panting, my now-spent, semen-covered penis in one hand, the other holding my crumpled jacket, tiny droplets of semen coming out of it, dripping to the floor. What could I say? What WAS there to say?

“Mom, I’m… I’m sorry, I just… I just couldn’t control myself, you’re just… just so, so…”

“So Sexy…” She completed my sentence.

I lowered my eyes. “Yes, mom.”

There was a moment of silence. After a moment I gathered the courage and looked up. And my breath caught in my mouth. There it was – that massive monster that had once enchanted my dad, and then drove him away… her girl cock, almost curled into the front of her thong, its girth almost unbelievable even though flaccid, two large balls hanging on each side of the thin fabric. She was circumcised, the dark-pink crown huge and massive, standing out against her abs, abs that almost took my mind off of the monstrosity stirring in her thong. Her silken tank top started just above her navel, revealing the bottom part of very massive, washboard abs, that seemed almost out of place on her fairly small waist. The top was cut low, revealing her generous breasts; they weren’t as big as they used to be – the dieting had quite an effect on them – but they were still quite sizeable, the dark nipples thrusting against the silken fabric. I saw that she had large, well-defined pecs, that were pushing her beautiful breasts even farther forward. On top of it were her wide, craggy shoulders, her thick trapezius tapering of to a thick, graceful neck…I followed it all and looked at her face – and she was smiling. She seemed to be amused by this.

“So, my son is a pervert who is turned on by his own mother’s body – is that it?”

I swallowed my saliva, hard. “Mom, I… l’m really…”

As I struggled to find words, her look of amusement disappeared, a predatory gleam coming into her eyes. I felt alarmed, and stepped back, but she was too quick. Her thick, muscular arms lashed out, and she caught my wrists, easily pulling my hands aside. Unable to meet her stare I looked down, only to watch in horrified fascination as her massive womanhood snaked upwards, pushing roughly against my stomach as it incredibly, unbelievably, kept on growing! I raised my head, only to encounter a pair of lips and a searing kiss.

Our bodies pressed together as one. Her strong hand slid down my back, cupping

my buttocks and holding me to her, her pillar pressed between us, throbbing against my body. Hesitating, my tongue joined hers in frantic, heated exploration. A sweet, silken moan rose in her throat as my own cock, now almost at its full, now rather puny-seeming size, pressed against her hard, unforgiving body, her own rock-hard phallus towering over it, like a parent over its child. She broke our kiss, and looked at me deeply. Her rough hands were holding my buttocks, pressing my body against her, her soft breasts squishing into me, the nipples large and hard against my soft flesh, her penis now monstrously enlarged, rubbing against me, the top almost reaching up to her breasts. She smiled, moving her body slightly, her cock nudging my own.

“So, you’d like to put your little penis in mom’s vagina?”

I mumbled, “Yes, please…”

She laughed. “Well, that’s too bad, because you can’t.” She laughed again at the look of agony on my face. “Don’t worry, baby, I got something almost as good for you.”

Her hands dug into my soft buttocks, painfully, and she lifted me off the floor as if I weighed nothing. Turning, she carried me into her bedroom, and dumped me unceremoniously on her bed. I sat up, and looked at her, my mouth agape. She raised her monstrous arms, and took her tank top off, throwing it on a chair. Locking my eyes with hers, she lifted her arms, and struck a double-bicep pose. My jaw dropped as I watched the mountain-like peaks that jumped up as she flexed, huge veins snaking around them like ropes. Muscles were jumping out çapa escort all over her body, her thighs corded with writhing, veiny muscles… and at the center of it all – that gigantic, monstrous girl-cock, pointing at me with its dark crown, impossibly thick, veins running up and down its length, 16 (or maybe even 17) inches, a devastating battering ram powered by a body built like a tank. A sexy, mind-blowing tank… I gulped, hard.

She smiled, that dangerous glint back in her eye.

“So, you think you are ready for this?”

I swallowed again, my eyes fixed on her enormous rod. “It’s, it’s so… big…!”

Her smile widened, and she brought her arms down, taking hold of it in her hand, stroking it gently. “Why, thank you, sweetie, I’m very proud of it.”

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it. “It looks… it looks like it could tear me in half…”

She nodded. “Well, your dad took it for many years, and he had no complaints…” her voice took on a wry tone. “Well, for the first 15 years, anyway…”. Her smile almost disappeared, and for a brief moment she seemed almost vulnerable. My heart went out to her. I stood up, shakily, wanting to hug her, but…IT was in the way. My own cock was at full size, 7 or 8 inches, almost pulling me towards her, but I was scared. Scared of crossing that most sacred of lines, that between a boy and his mother; but, mostly – I was just terrified of the throbbing, veiny python swaying in front of me, ready to bore into my body.

I was feeling real panic. “Mom, I don’t… I’m not sure I…”

That predatory gleam that I saw in her eyes before flashed back, and I was suddenly, truly terrified. But it passed as quick as it came, and she was smiling gently, her eyes amused. She pushed me, lightly, and I fell back on the bed, mouth agape. She stroked her shaft, thoughtfully. “Oh, I think you’ll like it, in time. Just give it a chance… remember how much you used to hate mushrooms as a kid? It grows on you.” As she spoke the giant phallus suddenly twitched, making me startle, mom smiling mischievously at my reaction. Her hands were now on her hips, her wide upper torso almost blocking out the room.

I was trembling now as I sat up on the bed. “Mom, please… I… I just don’t want this…”

She considered this for a moment, then nodded and stepped aside. “OK. Good night, sweetie – don’t forget to brush your teeth.”

I stood up, uncertain. “So – that’s it?”

“Yep. See you in the morning.”

She was standing, gigantic arms on wide hips, waiting, her cock hanging huge and proud, seeming to dare me…

“Oh.” I stood for a moment, torn between deep, primal fear and even stronger lust. I glanced at her giant rod, shuddered, and sat back down on the bed. “Please… just be gentle…”

Her beautiful face lit up as she smiled. “Good boy!” She moved forward, towering over me. Bending, she kissed me gently on my forehead, and took my chin in her strong hand, gazing deep into my eyes. “Of course I’ll be gentle, baby – I’m your mom…”

I melted into her eyes, stammering: “it’s just, I… I’ve never done anything like this before…”

She looked at me innocently. “What – fuck your mom or take it up the ass?”

She laughed at my look of hurt confusion. Yeah, that was my mom, all right, the way she was before things started to sour between her and dad. She was funny, and she gave absolutely no fucks…!

As I watched, transfixed, she lowered her thong, stretching and pulling it down her mountainous thighs, her huge balls now free underneath her meaty cock. Once finished, she took me by my armpits, and raised me as if I weighed nothing. She looked at my now-crumpled clothes critically. “Impressive outfit, baby, but I want to see that hot bod of yours!” She helped me out of them, tossing them over to the settee, and held me up in the air, again looking at me appraisingly. “Well, I have to say you’ve kept yourself in pretty decent shape. I bet it was all that sex with your Turkish hottie! And that dick is not half-bad… Maybe I WILL take it for a test drive, later!”

I blushed, and my hands went instinctively to cover my crotch. “Mom…!” She laughed. “Well, it’s quite larger than your dad’s! Good to see you did inherit something from me…” not waiting for an answer, she lowered me back to the floor. Taking my face in her rough hands, she locked lips with me for a long, slow kiss. For a few moments there was nothing else in the world – just those soft lips, the tongue moving languidly against mine, the incredibly soft breasts, with their diamond-hard nipples, squashed against my chest, and that gigantic, throbbing pillar of womanly meat, pressing against me, moving gently as she swayed her hips, ever so slowly… my hands were on the small of her back, roaming up and down the rock-hard sides of her small waist, moving to the back, feeling the round, powerful glutes dancing enticingly…

After what seemed like an eternity – but still ended too soon! – she broke, pulling back, her hands now holding my shoulders. “Ready, babe?” I nodded. Ready? I was close to bursting, and we haven’t even started, really! Her hands pressed gently on my shoulders. “Take it in your mouth, baby. We need to have it nice and slippery for you…” I started. Reality was rushing back in. We were DOING it! Once my lips were on her cock, there was no going back…

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Telemachus always wanted to be like his father, Odysseus, the man who won the Trojan war. But with his father fighting alongside the Greeks for ten long years, he had no central male figure to look upon to, so Telemachus had to rely on his mother, Penelope, for all the teachings.

She instilled the values of valour and bravery in him. Although she did not know how to handle the sword or the shield, she oversaw his schooling. Every week, a new tutor was brought in, usually a former general of Odysseus, who would teach Telemachus the different trades of being a ruler. This included sword fighting, horse riding, formations and tactics of war along with economics and law and order of the Ithacan kingdom. Penelope was an audience for every class of Telemachus’. This was her way of filling the void left behind by her husband.

Penelope was eighteen when she was married to Odysseus, who was a decade older to her. Telemachus was born a couple of years after her marriage. For a girl in her early twenties, looking after a kingdom along with bringing up her son was too much to ask for. Yet she was strong enough to handle both. Often in the stillness of the night, she prayed. The prayers were usually to protect her husband who had crossed the Aegean sea to fight the biggest war of the time. She prayed to Zeus and to Athena to grant her husband strength and wisdom. But over time, the prayers were less about her husband and more of herself. She prayed to the gods to give her strength and wisdom to run a kingdom on her own and bring up the future heir by herself.

Penelope was beautiful in her way. She did not possess the looks of a nymph that people would die for. Yet her features were sharp with a face of the shape of an inverted triangle along with sharp eyes and nose. Her lips were not too thick and the colour of her blonde hair complemented her chestnut eyes. The way she applied kohl gave a smoky effect to her eyes, which enhanced her beauty.

There wasn’t a tinge of uncertainty in her eyes. For all their beauty, they were the eyes of steely determination. Everything Penelope said was the last word in Ithaca. No one dared question her decisions. This was what had helped her rule the kingdom even in the absence of her husband. And yet, her eyes were also the most trusty eyes in Ithaca. When she said something, everyone trusted her. She would lead them all with her steely-eyed approach and everyone would follow her with eyes shut, placing complete faith in her.

It was her eyes that Odysseus fell in love with when they first met, strolling in the lawns of the garden of the palace. When he first got news from Agamemnon about the impending war, he was still very much in the honeymoon phase with Penelope, making love to her twice a day. He wasn’t too keen on the war. Not that he was afraid, but he wasn’t an all-brawn-no-brain guy. Graced by the wisdom of goddess Athena, Odysseus always thought that outwitting opponents was better than overpowering them. He was in no rush to leave behind everything for the war, least of all his loving wife and their new-born son.

But the nature of war was such that to gain something, you had to give up something else. Thus Odysseus had to give up making love to the queen if the Greeks were to reign sovereign in the Aegean.

Penelope, on her part, could have strayed upon a whim. She could have slept with dozens of men and not a single word would have reached her husband, let alone the subjects who respected her so much. But she chose not to. All the love she had for her husband was now repositioned and equally divided between her son and the people of Ithaca. Hell, she did not even know if Odysseus would ever return. But she would wait for him, because something inside her always told her that he would surely come back.

It had been nearly two decades since Odysseus had sailed from Ithaca. The most beautiful girl in the kingdom was now a stunning woman. But it had also been almost two decades since Penelope had sex with anyone. The last time she had was with Odysseus on the night before he left. It felt like a lifetime ago. She had even forgotten what making love to someone felt like. She did not know if she would ever get to make love again. The Trojan war had ended more than ten years after Odysseus had left, yet another ten years later, there was still no word from him. Many claimed his ship had sunk while returning. She refused to give up on her hope though.

One such morning, Penelope was lazing around in her room that had large windows overlooking the palace. Her room was in the tallest tower of the palace, which gave her an aerial view of the island. Lying in her bed, she could see Telemachus approaching her room. She gazed at him as he walked. He had the same walk as his father, the same swagger and the same hair. Although his beard was not yet fully developed, she could imagine seeing Odysseus in him. She gazed at her son with affection mixed with a tinge for longing.

Telemachus waved aside the curtains ataşehir escort of the door and entered his mother’s room. He was the only person in the kingdom who did not need permission to enter Penelope’s room. He stood at the entrance and stared for a few seconds at his mother. She was wearing a white chiton, the dress for both sexes in ancient Greece. Underneath she did not put on a stophian or perizoma, nor any other kind of underwear. As she did not intend to go to court any time soon nor meet anybody else, she had chosen these comfortable set of clothes.

Telemachus gazed at her from head to toe, spending a few seconds more on her eyes, chestnut in colour with the previous night’s kohl spread all over her eyelids, which gave more fire to the smoky effect. She was now a lady, almost in her forties. She did not possess the same figure she had when she first came to Ithaca. The slim waist and petite figure had now blossomed. As she gave herself and her body as little time as possible, spending most of it on her son and administrating the kingdom, she now possessed a voluptuous figure with fuller breasts and bottom and a slightly increased girth, with a flat tummy nevertheless.

“Good morning, mother,” Telemachus said, standing at the door.

Penelope gave him a warm smile and spread both her arms, asking her son to hug her.

Telemachus returned the smile with equal affection. For him, Penelope was the world. She had successfully filled in the duties of both mother and father. Telemachus had never known what it was like to have a father. For him, everything started and ended with his mother.

He walked towards her, his pace a little hurried so as not to keep her waiting with her arms outstretched in mid-air. Such was his concern for his mother.

He sat on his knees by the bed and embraced her tightly. He was a strong man now. Penelope did the same, although her tight hug was no match for that of her son’s.

“Good morning, sweet love!” Penelope said in a tender voice, and gave a peck on his cheeks.

He returned the same, his kiss lingering slightly longer. Despite being a man, Telemachus had yet to be married. He decided it wouldn’t be the right time until the return of his father. He had had his series of affairs in with the courtesans, both male and female. And yet, he was unabashed when it came to showing his affection for his mother. After exploring his sexuality, he settled for a long term affair with a girl from the village in the kingdom. This took up too much of his time and energy and Penelope expressed her displeasure of the relationship. Without a second thought, he stopped seeing the girl. After that, his only focus was on helping his mother handle the affairs of the kingdom.

The two broke the embrace, holding each other in their arms. Penelope rubbed Telemachus’ cheeks with her soft hands slowly, “What is my young man up to so early in the morning?”

“I had gone hunting, mother.” He held a braid of her hair hanging in front of her kohled eyes and moved it lightly to the back of her ears.

“Ohh, my prince must have had a tough time then?” She now rested her hands on the strong shoulders of her son.

“Not really, mother, I shot down two deers today. I have asked one of them to be cooked for you.”

“Ohh, that is so thoughtful of you, my love.” She sat straight on the bed with him kneeling between her legs. She held his face and kissed him on the forehead. She then moved his face to her bosom and held it tightly. Her lips turned into a pout, her cheeks red. She held the back of his hair with one hand and rubbed the other hand on his back. Telemachus, meanwhile, held his mother by her back.

“Have you eaten your breakfast already or will you be having it with me?” she asked.

“I haven’t had it yet, mother. I’ll have it with you.” His voice was low as his mouth was smothered in his mother’s chest.

Penelope pulled her son’s hair and with that, his face came off her breasts. She tilted it slightly at the back and said in a hushed voice, “I love you so much. You are the only one who cares for me.”

She then let go off his hair and her hug and looked away at the window, staring into nothingness.

Telemachus knew what she meant. It was his turn now.

He flicked a few of his mother’s hair behind the ears and rubbed her cheeks. He then gently held her jaws and moved her head back in his direction.

“Look at me, mother. Look into my eyes.” His eyes were dark brown, having inherited the chestnut colour from his mother and the jet black from his father. “I don’t like it when you are sad. Everything that I do is to make you happy. It’s been twenty years and a woman like you does not deserve this loneliness. You must know, whatever happens, I am always there by your side.”

Penelope’s lips now turned into a smile, yet the sadness in her eyes was not gone. She held his cheek with one hand and rested the other on his shoulder, all the avcılar escort while listening intently.

He went on, “You have done so much all your life… for me… for the people of Ithaca. Now I am man enough to handle the affairs of the kingdom. I want you to rest and spare some time for yourself.”

She looked into his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, “I will… once he is back.”

He instantly shoved away from the embrace of his mother and stood up. Penelope, shocked by the sudden movement, flicked her eyes rapidly and moved back.

Telemachus walked towards the window, stared outside at the hills and said in an enraged tone, “He is not going to come back! Don’t you understand that? It’s been twenty fucking years now! It’s been a decade since the war was over. Everyone is either home or dead. And if he’s not home, you know where he is!”

Penelope replied in an equally infuriating pitch, “Don’t you ever say that again!” She pointed her finger at him, who had now turned to face his mother. “Don’t you fucking say that your father is no more. I would have known if he would have departed this world. He has not! Do you fucking get it?”

He opened his mouth but didn’t say anything. He then walked slowly towards his mother, held her finger that was still pointing at him, closed it into a fist and kissed her hand. He sat down on the bed beside her.

“I am sorry, mother. I don’t mean to hurt you. I am just concerned about you. You say that father is alive. If he’s still in this world, why hasn’t he returned? What is stopping him?”

Penelope took away her hand from her son and rested both of them in her lap. She looked away from him and said in a hesitant tone, “I don’t know. I think he must be in some trouble on his way back.”

“You telling me he’s in trouble for ten years. He defeated the Trojans in the greatest war of all time. There’s nothing in this world that could be troublesome for him for ten long years.”

She did not say anything as him went on in a flat tone, “I know this is hard to accept but I guess you must consider the possibility that he must have started a new family somewhere.”

She screamed in desperation, “No! It can’t be! No fucking way!”

His tone remained low. “Yes mother. This is a possibility that he must have left both of us and started a new world for himself.”

Penelope could no longer hold herself back. Tears rolled rapidly down her cheeks, coloured black by the kohl.

Telemachus continued, “It is time that you start considering the possibility of a new family as well. The whole kingdom is talking about it. Antinous, Eurymachus, Amphinomus and other suitors come to our court every day. You know they are here for you. I feel it is time you chose one of them as your husband.”

She shook her head in disbelief. She had considered all these possibilities in her mind and yet had refused to accept any of them. However, her son now lay before her all the bare truths. It was very much possible that Odysseus had been unfaithful. Imagine being loyal to a war-borne husband for two decades and then finding out he had started a new family somewhere. She could never imagine doing the same to him, least of all with any of the suitors who frequented the court and drank every day in hopes of wooing her.

“I can never betray your father, my son. Never! How can you even ask me to do that? Or are you just eager to sit on the throne of Ithaca!” She buried her head in her palms and wept, struggling to breathe, struggling to speak, struggling to process things.

He shifted closer to her and held her by the back of her shoulders, “I don’t want the throne. I’ll kiss your feet and serve you as long as you are alive. You know that mother. I just care about your happiness. You aren’t betraying him by seeing someone else. I am a grown man and I know a human has needs… needs of love. I just want your needs of love to be fulfilled, mother.”

She lifted her head and looked him in the eye, “You already fulfil my needs of love, my son. You love me so much and I love you wholeheartedly.” She rested her head in his chest.

He moved his hand on her head and patted it gently, “You know that is not what I mean. I am talking about the love between a man and a woman. You look at the suitors, some of them are good-looking, some are strong, some are wealthy, why don’t you consider one of them?”

Penelope, still crying, let out a chuckle and put her arms around his back. “None of them is as handsome as you son, nor is anybody smarter or stronger than you. You are the best in all of Ithaca. And before you, it was your father.”

She was right. She always had the best of all – the husband and a son, the best in the entire island. How could she settle for any of the suitors, who did not come close to the skills and qualities that her husband and now her son possessed?

Telemachus kissed her forehead, “Well, thank you, mother, you think so highly of me. avrupa yakası escort But I am talking about the needs of being a woman.”

She unchained from his embrace and fell back on the bed, her legs still resting on the floor, her arms spread out. Her face was now drawn with black rivers as the tears carried the kohl to different parts of the face. She looked beautiful nevertheless. The kind of beauty that emanates from someone who is in deep sadness.

Her words came out, “Since your father, you are the only one who has given me love and care. As for the suitors, they don’t even come close to you, let alone your father. How am I supposed to settle for someone so unworthy and meagre? I am happy the way I am, son. You shower me with love, affection, care, hugs, kisses. I don’t wish anything more.”

Telemachus lay beside his mother, with his head supported by his strong arms, showing off his biceps. “Of course you do, mother, every woman does. I can give you everything in this world. But what about your physical needs? Who will give them?”

She turned her head to him and lifted his chin with her finger, “You satisfy me, son. I don’t need anyone else. I would die rather than fall for any of the bloody suitors. You give me comfort, the way you have always done. I am happy, I’ll survive and I’ll manage. The way I have managed for twenty years.”

She kissed his cheeks. The kiss was warm and lingered on. She then rested back on the bed.

He could feel his cheeks were somewhat wet. “Not anymore, mother. I won’t let you manage anymore, mother. I will manage this as well as I have managed everything else for you.”

He then bent his head and gave a peck on his mother’s lips. She did not move. She looked him into the eye. Her chestnut coloured eyes now carrying a sparkle. He bent and kissed her fully. This time it was longer. She felt his lips completely.

He touched her cheeks softly, rubbing his fingers from her forehead all the way to her chin. He continued kissing her and she responded with her lips. The kiss was now gathering pace. It wasn’t tender anymore. The tongues came into the forefront and lashed at each other like the Greeks and Trojans had attacked each other.

She copied his actions and held his face with both her hands, tightly. The kiss went on wildly as no one gave each other any time to let in some air or any second thoughts that would seep in with it. Her hand moved to the back of his head, pulling his hair with all her might while the other moved down slowly, from the neck to his chest. There, she crumpled the portion of his chiton with the urge to destroy something that was within her for twenty years.

Telemachus could feel his mother’s hands on his nipple, trying to feel them through his dress. This sent a chill through his spine and he broke the undying kiss. He then moved on top of her with one leg on each side and began kissing her neck frantically.

Penelope took time to breathe, then said aloud, “Oh my love, this feels so good!” Her hand moved from his chest to his back, rubbing him, signalling him to go on, permitting him to make love to her. “It’s been a lifetime! I so love this feeling, son!”

He muttered between kissing her neck, “I’ll love you, mother. I won’t let you be alone. I’ll make you happy, mother!”

He moved his hand to her shoulders and held the drapes of her white linen chiton. He slowly slid them down her arms, baring her shoulders. He moved his hands to her neck and slowly felt it and moved down to her shoulders, repeating the action with his mouth.

She moaned loudly. She spread her legs and locked them above her son’s buttocks. There was no way of him going anywhere now. He had chained him in her thirst… a thirst which had been unquenched for two decades.

From her shoulders, he moved his hands to her breasts… breasts that had fed him in his childhood and made him the man he was now. He cupped them tenderly at first but slowly gathered desperation. He wanted to feel as much of them as he could in as little time as possible. His fingers felt her nipples from the outside of the dress, now completely hard and erect. He ached and so did she. They both wished to get rid of the linen fabrics separating them and feel each other’s raw flesh, which had been heated up in their passion.

He hurriedly slid her chiton down, as she assisted him by lifting her arms from it. He then untied the zoster, the belt that she wore below her bosom to hold the dress together.

But before he could uncover her breasts, she caught his face with her hands tightly. She looked him in the eye, her chestnut eyes overflowing with love, and said in a hushed voice, “This feels so right. Not a thing about it feels wrong!”

“It does feel right… because it is the right thing to do!” His voice was equally calm.

She closed her eyes and tilted her head slightly. He took the chiton off her breasts. He stared at them for a minute. They were heavy at the bottom with large nipples raised tall. After savouring them with his eyes, he cupped his hands around the flesh of the breasts, careful not to touch the nipples. The urge to be felt and sensed made them rise above even further. She moaned. Her son was now teasing the part of her that had fed him while growing up. It was so wicked.

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For those of you out there who have been closely following my life story you are probably aware that I started writing sex fantasy stories and posting them on a fantasy web site. It is something I have been having fun with for several months now. Far from being embarrassed about it, it is not something I keep a secret. I readily tell my friends about my new hobby, though usually only if they ask me what I have been up to lately. Nobody seems particularly shocked when I tell them. Most of my male friends just don’t really seem that interested. I literally have to put them in the stories to get them to read them. Yes, Pete and Joe are both friends of mine. As for women, it is not something I would normally bring up on the first date. I think you can understand that. But, after a while it is bound to come out.

So, after dating a new girlfriend for a couple of weeks, I started to show her my stories. Linda actually read the first dozen or so and didn’t leave the room running. I took that as a good sign.

“So, did you like anything I wrote?” I asked cautiously.

“Um, yes…I think some of them are funny,” She started, “I just read the one where you say Grace. Did you really do that?”

“Hey I’m a Catholic boy, I was taught to say Grace before I eat.” I answered honestly.

“A good Catholic boy, huh?” She giggled.

“Yes, but of course. Why else would I write so many sex stories?” I added.

“So, are you working on a story now?” She inquired.

“Ah, yes.” I answered.

I explained to her that I was working on a story but I was having trouble finishing it. I was having difficulty with the sex scene. It seems after a certain amount of sex story writing, it is hard for me to keep the sex parts fresh. I told her I was starting to adalar escort think of the sex parts in my stories as more of a necessary evil.

“So, you think sex is a necessary evil?” She asked with a grin.

“I didn’t say that.” I responded, “I said I’m starting to think of the sex scenes in stories as a necessary evil. I never said sex was a necessary evil.”

“Let me see what you got so far.” She started, “Maybe I can help.”

Hmmm…I thought. I really liked Linda and I think she is a really nice girl, but she does not come across as a literary genius. How she could possibly help me with my story was totally beyond me.

I walked over to my computer desk and sat down in the big chair in front of the screen. I searched through my document folder and opened the story I was working on. Linda stood behind me and looked at the screen over my shoulder.

“Not bad so far.” She started, “So, they met in a supermarket. Didn’t we meet in a supermarket?”

“Oh maybe, come to think of it.” I responded, “Look, I take my inspiration wherever I can get it. I looked at you and my frozen dinner almost defrosted in my hand, if I remember correctly.”

Linda crouched down behind me and rested her chin on my shoulder as she continued reading my story on the screen. I could feel her curly blonde hair tickling my left ear as she peered at the computer screen. She lightly kissed my ear and continued reading.

“So, the guy in the story approaches the girl while she is picking out melons. He holds up a melon and asks her how you can tell if a melon is fresh while staring down at her breasts. Oh, like that would ever work.” She adds doubtfully.

Linda now has her arms wrapped around my neck and is running the anadolu yakası escort fingers of one hand through my hair. I can feel her breasts press into my upper back.

“Hey you’re here.” I remind her, “And it works for the guy in the story. They end up back at his place I might add.”

“By some miracle. And then what?” She asks, while starting to run her hands down my chest, “You can’t figure out what happens next?”

By this time Linda’s hands are down my stomach and her right hand found it’s way all the way to my crotch. She is stroking my now firm member through the cloth of my jeans.

“Well, I was having a little difficulty thinking of something.” I managed to say.

Linda then grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up over my head. She tossed it on the floor. I leaned my head back over the edge of the chair as Linda leaned in and gave me a big kiss. Her blonde curls teased my face as her finger tips stroked the sides of my head.

“Are you getting any ideas yet, Silly?” She asked with a giggle.

“I’m starting to get a few.” I answered with all honesty. I was starting to get ideas alright.

I got out of my seat and grabbed Linda. She giggled as I carried her over to the bed, which was not far away. I moved in and began to kiss her as she reached forward and undid my belt and pants. While she eased my pants down, I began removing her top and later her pants. Once we were both in our underwear, we resumed our kissing while our searching hands began to remove each others undergarments.

Once we are naked on the bed, we grab each other’s hands. I again kiss Linda delicately on the lips as my tongue traces her teeth and lower lip. As our tongues meet I move Linda’s ataköy escort hands over her shoulders and hold them firmly against the bed, our fingers interlocked. As I hold her firm, her back arches causing her ample breasts to rise up presenting themselves for my pleasure. I move my lips and tongue down her neck to her rounded orbs and tease her delicate erect nipples. Her nipples tickle my lips as my tongue traces circles around them.

I gently start to kiss her stomach down towards her womanhood. As I gently part her legs I softly kiss her inner thighs holding her firmly by the hips. Again, I make my way slowly towards her soft mound.

As I approach her glistening mound with my mouth, I gently part her lips with my fingers. I slowly kiss and lick every inch with ever firmer tongue strokes. I begin to tease and caress her now very wet opening with my fingers as I trace circles with my tongue around her clit. Her soft moans let me know she is enjoying every moment of receiving pleasure as much as I enjoy giving it to her.

As her moans increase both in number and intensity, I prop her legs up on my shoulders and slowly enter her. Her moist tightness holds my engorged member like a glove as I begin to thrust with increasing speed. As her back arches in pleasure, her throbbing pussy grips my member as her legs wrap around my back. We soon cum together in wild abandon, the sensations lighting every cell in my body as I feel the pleasure down to my toes.

Linda and I take some time to lie on the bed and cuddle for a while. This activity is interrupted only by some random kissing and hand holding. After a while Linda asks me a very serious question.

“So, did you get any ideas for your story?” She asks with a smile.

“What story? Oh yes, my story. I think I might have a few ideas.” I say assuredly.

At that moment the last thing on my mind was writing some sex fantasy story. That could surely wait for another day.

I turned and gave Linda a soft kiss on the cheek as I held her hand tightly. Yes, I thought. My story can wait.

11-02-09.

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The day before had been an exceptionally hot Saturday. I spent the entire day with my 19-year-old friend Mary. In the evening she was inaugurated by her parents Nicole and John into the delights of carnal pleasure. In the presence and with the aid of little me – her almost 19-year-old best friend. Late in the evening my parents Micha and Sasha came along, and together we feasted into the night frolicking around on the family-size bed in the master bedroom. But all this is to be read in the previous chapter.

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Chapter 03 ~ the family has fun with two boys from school

It promised to be another hot day. First all six of us took a refreshing shower, and put on clean swimming wear. It didn’t surprise me at all that my mother Sacha appeared to know her way in John and Nicole’s house. By now it dawned to me that probably every second she had not been at out home in the past years she probably had spent in this exact mansion. She got a box from a cupboard in the master bedroom. It contained various skimpy bathing outfits, one smaller than the other.

Mary choose a red/white-striped thing. It turned out to be a very high cut one-piece bathing suit. One and a half size to small it barely kept hold of her size 36C tits. And the seat was so highly pulled upwards that it disappeared almost obscenely into her cunt.

I opted for a more decent piece, so I thought, at least at first sight. It was a light-blue ensemble that actually was on the skimpy side as well. At the time I was unaware of the fact that the fabric was so thin that it turned completely translucent the moment it became wet.

Nicole gave us both a loose fitting surf-short, as to avoid us leaving the door as absolute trollops. Our mothers both put on a black sexy one-piece swimsuit, naturally high cut. Their backsides remained completely bare, and their buttocks were on show as well: a lot more was on view than stayed concealed. John wore a shiny, tight swimming trunk, and Micha a fluorescent boxer short. We all got into John’s Grand Voyager, and half an hour later we arrived at our destination. It was a big resort, complete with a beach, swimming pools, sauna, what have you.

Mary and I left with our mums to the beach immediately, to soak in some sun. John and Micha headed of in another direction, telling us they would try to arrange something for the afternoon. Mary and I shed our shorts leaving only our swimming gear on, and spread out in the sand. We didn’t lack any attention, since the four of us were clad in such daring outfits. Especially Mary befell a lot of attraction. She lay on her belly sunbathing, with her legs spread just a little. With the affect of a very visible puffed up prune underneath the scanty crotch of her panties. Many passers-by slowed down their pace considerably in order to absorb the offered view. Nicole and Sacha received a generous amount of whistling and flirting as well.

After an hour of soaking up the sun we got pretty hot and decided to seek out a terrace in the shade. Just as we got up we were approached by two boys I recognized immediately as our classmates at high school: Doug and William.

“Hey, your father already told us we would run into you,” said Doug towards Mary. “Are you leaving already?”

“No, we were just going to get something to drink. If the two of you would like to join us, then be our guests!” offered Sacha.

And so the six of us left in order to get a drink. William and Doug escorted Mary and me, and our mothers lead the way. En route I noticed that the boys started to become burdened with their growing erections. They just couldn’t keep their eyes away from us, from our tits and our curvatures underneath our briefs. But their interest obviously included the practically bare bums of our mums who didn’t stop swaying in front of us.

On the terrace we chose a quiet corner that was practically out of sight. The boys twisted in their chairs nervously and stared at Mary’s and mine crotch practically all the time.

“Just relax boys,” said Nicole as she laid a hand on the knee of William. “We understand perfectly well that you two would like to see more than you do now. Considering the bulges in your briefs we ladies do not leave you two unaffected…”

Both Doug and William turned red but regained their composure quickly. William boldly even brushed his bulge for a moment.

“Well youngsters, go and cool of a bit in the pool,” Sacha said, smiling at Nicole.

The four of us headed towards the pool giggling. Doug and William threw Mary and me into the deep end without further ado. As we climbed up the edge soaking-wet the eyes of Doug and William practically plopped out of their heads. Around the pool sharp whistling was sent in our direction. I myself didn’t notice it just then, but I was standing on the edge of the swimming pool parading as if I was stark naked! Only the rims of my bikini were still visible. Otherwise everybody could see right through the sheer fabric. My shaven pussy was in full view for anybody who opted to watch in mine direction… and a lot did! Also my firm, upturned tits with their big brown aureoles were türbanlı escort visible in all their glory. As Mary indicated my situation to me, my nipples sprang forward, making it all worse…

In the meantime Mary’s suit began to crawl up. The fabric was made in a way that it began to shrink because of all the wetness it had soaked up. The result of this was that the skimpy suit, scanty as it was to begin with, became smaller with a further size. The backside sucked itself into her ass crack, leaving her buttocks almost bare, as if she was wearing a string. Her tits didn’t stay covered as well. Up until then the frills tried to behold her heaving breasts, but now they sprang away from her tits, and pushed them against each other. In the end the crotch of the bottom of the suit disappeared inside her pussy completely. Her cuntal lips puffed up around the seat obscenely and it seemed truly as if she didn’t wear panties at all…

This scared the hell out of us, so we jumped right back into the water. Off course this wasn’t a solution after all. We couldn’t simply stay in the water until after closing time. Now all faces around the pool stared in our direction. Doug and William followed us into the water, if only to hide their enormous erections. They swam towards us. I jumped into Doug’s arms and pushed myself against him. Clearly I felt his hard-on pressing against my belly. William held Mary were close to us. The two gentlemen waded with us in their arms to the other side of the pool, where they came out of the water via a slope, leading us away from the pool. Surrounded with a loud roaring and applause from the bystanders we were carried away by our ‘saviours’, in the direction we had come from.

Sacha and Nicole couldn’t keep still from laughter when they saw us come closer. They already had laid ready some bathing-gowns, which we wrapped around our bodies thankfully. This implied off course that our mums had put us on display purposely, knowing very well the effect the water would have on our impossible outfits… At that moment Micha and John arrived from the direction of the swimming pool. Probably they had seen what had happened.

“I suggest we go home again,” John said. “We have informed Doug’s and Williams parents that we will bring them home later. So boys, if you want, you can come with us.”

Obviously this wasn’t told to deaf ears!

We all fit into the Voyager just fine, with Mary and Nicole on the second row surrounding William between them, and Doug on the back row in between Sacha and me. The moment the car drove off Nicole took the cock of William out of his pants. She looked at him smiling and began to pull at the expanding prick. She grabbed his right hand and placed it in her crotch.

“Be a good boy now and touch me good down there. You don’t mind me sucking your nice big cock, do you?”

Sacha had laid the hand of Doug on top of her panties, and with her own hand she moved his fingers up and down over her pussy. He sported a bright red colour. They probably never expected that our mums would allow all this, let alone take the initiative themselves. Doug began to feel my mother up between her legs. As I sat close I had a perfect view of how he managed to get my mum very hot indeed. Sacha freed the swollen member of Doug out of its precarious position and began to work on the purple head. First with her hand, and then she put her lips around it. It was so hot to witness my mum performing sex on my classmate so close to me! She managed to postpone Doug’s orgasm until just moments before we arrived home.

“Damn, I just don’t believe this! I’m really coming hard! Shit…,” Doug exclaimed. The last spurt of his sperm flowed into Sacha’s mouth as we drove up the driveway and came to a halt inside the garage. Doug sat shaking between Sacha and me as he shot several spurts of his spunk into my mother’s mouth. Sacha withdrew Doug’s dick out of her mouth and arched over him towards me. She French kissed me intently sharing Doug’s seed with me.

We practically fell out of the car. Nicole had performed the same service for William as Sacha had done to Doug. Out of the corners of her mouth trickled the creamy white evidence. The boys came out of the car a little groggy, mumbling incoherent words sounding like ‘wow’ and ‘shit’. Once inside the house, John handed everybody a cold beer.

Micha threw a gush of beer into my crotch. Immediately my split and clit became visible again. He stood against me and rubbed with his hand over my snatch. The only reason I stayed upright on my feet was because my dad hold me in his left arm.

“Good job, boys,” grinned John. “Now that our spouses have taken away your first eagerness the two of you can give our daughters some true prolonged lapping at their love boxes. So finish up your beer and get to it.”

Doug and William were obviously flabbergasted by the way they were being treated by our parents. In the first place they already got the hots for Mary and me. Most probably they had lusted after us for quite some time, considering how they often followed us at school. At ümraniye escort least they didn’t show any hesitance at all this afternoon in admiring openly the swells inside our panties and our nice little bums as well. And after being sucked dry in the car by the very hot women our mothers still turned out to be, they now were offered their hearts desire on a silver platter. What a thrill it had to be to be asked by the actual fathers of their chosen prey to go down on us. The offer to feast themselves on the contents of our little panties wasn’t wasted on them.

Micha pushed me on the cough, and put my legs wide. “William, come over here and show Nyn what a good lapping is all about!”

William sank on the floor down between my legs and began to lick my cunny right through the sheer fabric of my bikini bottom. The fabric grated my clit deliciously. Very soon my panties were soaking wet not because of the beer, but from my richly flowing essence. William happily gulped down all my girly-juice he could get his tongue on.

John threw Mary on the couch right next to me. He put Doug between her legs who immediately went down on her. Mary grabbed my hand and we clutched each other’s hand really tight as if sharing through this gesture our deeply felt lust. Tears of joy rolled down our cheeks. Our happy cunnies started to make naughty sloshing noises. Our appointed servants tried really hard to make us happy. They kept on sucking on our gyrating pussies, even though this had to be quite difficult at times. After a considerable lapse of time first Mary and than I had our first orgasm of the day.

“Ooooooooooooooooooooh,” cried Mary, “don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, keep on going! You’re right on targ… Shit! I’m comiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!”

“Wooooooooooh”, I joined in the whining, “yeeeeeeeah, go on!!!!!!!”

I rammed William’s head hard against my gash and humped against his mouth wildly. All the way through my climax I kept on yammering.

“Fuck! Shit! Thaaaaaat’s it! Right on, come on, don’t fail me now! Shit William, give it to meeee! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeeeeeeeeeeeeeees…” I finally broke into a shattering climax.

Doug and William took a break and were given another beer by Sacha. Nicole ordered John and Micha to take their places: “We don’t want the girls to cool down too much, do we. You two keep them ready and willing until Doug and William have regained some energy.”

John munched me down expertly. In no time I nearly reached another climax. Mary lay gyrating and panting on the cough, pulling my fathers head by his hair tightly into her crotch. The sloshing sound of our cunnies was soon replaced by the loud panting and puffing we produced. But we were no match to the expertise our fathers showed us. They simply didn’t let us reach another orgasm. They let us hang in very close to bliss, every time pushing us almost over the brink but then at the right moment holding back so as to avoid us reaching the release we hungered for.

When Doug and William had finished their beer, Nicole and Sacha got hold of their cocks and revived them again with their hands and mouths. I became extremely horny through this situation: me and my friend were being kept on the brink of pure delight by our dads, while our guests were being prepared by our own mums obviously to fuck our brains out.

Sacha ordered us to turn around. She let us kneel on our knees with our torsos draped upon the cough. We lay with our bare breasts rubbing on the cough. Side by side we made an invoking picture of two very craving nymphettes. Our pussies were swollen nicely, and very clearly visible between our lightly spread legs. Our cuntal lips opened invitingly as to show our willingness to receive a good fucking.

Doug and William swapped places and started again by licking our sashes. With long strokes they prepped our cunnies, savouring our musky fragrance. Than they attacked our privates with their groping fingers. After reaming our love canals first with one, then two, and finally with three fingers, they replaced their fingers with the one that really mattered. They moved their hands around our upper bodies and cupped our breasts. Mary’s ample tits of 38C size were mauled thoroughly by Doug, and my swinging firm 37B titties were squeezed by William. We pushed our taut butts against the pushing fuck-rods. The stiff spears split into our cunts and rocked back and forth, gaining speed slowly but surely, finding a thoroughly and long enduring rhythm.

John and Micha took their places on the couch opposite ours. With a beer at hand they settled themselves comfortably. They really liked the spectacle that they had arranged. Because of their earlier spending the boys only slowly regained their state of emergency. Meanwhile dear little me wasn’t given any break at all. John had taken me to the brink of ecstasy, so when William shoved his member from the back inside my eager dripping cunt, my pussy began spasming and clutching around the intruder. Almost immediately an orgasm shot through my body. When it subsided, the next climax announced itself already. My body acıbadem escort heat rising, shivers running trough my spine, the inner walls of my cunt contracted with great spasms. I didn’t flow down from my high at all; I was simply forced to stay there. The orgasms tacked together into an undeminishing string of climaxes.

Mary’s ordeal wasn’t any different. Our mothers’ tactic to get us really heated up by our daddies first, and then letting the boys hammer us merciless for ages, paid off. The two of us were given a seemingly unending row of orgasms, while the boys didn’t reach their end for a considerable time.

After the fucking had been going on for quite some time, Micha ordered a short break. He pulled me up straight, and sat down on the cough. As John saw this, he immediately took his place next to Micha. They grabbed our heads in a tight grip and pushed their ooze-dripping rock-hard penises inside our mouths.

“Now show us some good suck-action!” Micha advised us.

They let us suck on it for five minutes. Suddenly without remorse my dad started to use my head as a play-doll: never losing the tight grip on my head he force-fucked me with it. He pulled my head up and down all the time, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth.

“Are your ready to swallow yet?” he asked me. I wasn’t able to stop him when he started to pull really hard. Without waiting for an answer, he started to push his cock into my throat. I had to gag as his shaft began to enter my throat.

“Nyn, try to relax your throat muscles, otherwise this is going to hurt a lot!” Nicole advised me.

I had never experienced this before. The cock pushed further inside of me without mercy. I felt it glide inside my throat, deeper and deeper. The muscles in my throat moulded the fat cock as it slowly disappeared into my gullet. John did exactly the same to his daughter. Mary was now being fucked deep inside her throat. From her throat came gargling sounds, and her gullet muscles contracted around the hot cock that really filled her up to the brink.

In the end I felt my fathers balls bounce against my chin. The smooth pubic area around the root of Micha’s prick pushed flatly against my lips. Suddenly he pulled my head into his crotch more strongly, and held it there. My nose was being flattened against his belly as he came. I felt the enormously big cock throb deep inside my throat. Then I felt something warm flow into me from deep within. It was his hot sperm. Mary got the same present from her father. She was speared on the shaft of John and forced to swallow his spunk. Her throat convulsed around the spurting penis, trying to throw out the thick fluid, but the only effect this had was that the orgasm intensified and the amount of hot seed that shot out of his cock increased.

As our daddies withdrew themselves from our throats, strings of seed dangled from our lips and chin. Mary even had a thick string hanging from her nostril. She coughed some of the spit up that was deposited in her throat.

After regaining some of our breath, we gulped down a beer. John then put Mary on top of the salon table, on her hands and knees in doggie fashion.

“William and Doug,” he spoke, “the honour is all yours.”

William took position behind Mary and drove his cock into her pussy in one push. He started to heat up her cunt again with slow strokes. Doug walked to her head and let his willie hang into her mouth. With his hands he moved her head over his dick up and down. After ten minutes they changed positions. William let Mary suck a little on his prick for a while, but than pushed it slowly into her throat. Meanwhile, Doug put a finger upon Mary’s small anal opening, and pushed on it, testing its tightness.

“Damn, now that’s a tight ass! My cock will probably hurt a little first, but don’t worry, you will get used to that.”

As Mary heard his remarks, she tried to wrench herself free. Our fathers took hold of her legs and upper body and kept her firmly in place. Her mouth was still completely stuffed with William’s prick. Nicole and Sacha helped Doug by holding Mary’s buttocks, and pulled them from each other.

William hit her bottom a few times as she squirmed on the table, and said, “How I have craved after your cute little butt. Every time you walked in front of me this little cock-teaser wiggled me nuts. Now you are going to receive me in your backdoor, finally.”

He removed his finger, spit on his hand, and smeared it into her ass crack. He placed the head of his cock against Mary’s shit hole, and pushed. Moaning around the saliva-covered prick of William, she felt the pressure on her anus. It became stronger and stronger as Doug pushed on, trying to insert his vast tool into something that was not meant for it. And it hurt. It felt like her arse was being split open in two. Doug pushed harder on Mary’s ass. Just as the pain began to be intolerable, Mary felt how her ass gave in and the head of the cock penetrated her, sliding into her rectum. Some gargling sounds and soft wailing came from her throat. It was al the sounds she could make as she was being fucked in her throat. Mary felt how the gigantic head was being captured by her small hole. She felt how it began on its slow journey into her rectum, through her shit chute, deeper and deeper. Feeling how the head made its way through her butt, she thought it had surely reached bottom deep inside her bowls.

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The atrium was beautiful, it was true, but she couldn’t appreciate it. The tingles of uncertainty that began in her stomach on the bus ride down from the hills had spread into a full-body tension. A momentary feeling of faintness wafted up to her head and she realized she hadn’t been breathing; a place to sit down for a moment would be a wise choice. The rest of students on her team were milling around the lobby, relaxed and joking with one another, waiting for Herr Muller to finish the registration at the front desk, so she picked her way quietly around them and towards the windows. A wooden bench ran the length of a bank of floor-to-ceiling glass, looking out on a partial forest view. She sat down and focused on her breathing, letting herself draw in deep lungfuls of air, holding for five seconds, then blowing out slowly through pursed lips. She hoped nobody noticed her panic attack.

This place pretty much terrified Heike. It wasn’t that she hated the spa. In fact, the actual routine of the place was something she had enjoyed with her mother regularly during her childhood: the intense heat of the sauna, the shock of the cold plunge, swimming naked in the big lap pool, and the return to a soak in a scalding mineral bath. It’s just that she and her mother came here only on the special women’s days, only two per month at this spa—often only one day a month in the larger ones—when the normal mixed-gender German nude conventions were suspended as a concession to the small minority of Deutschers made uncomfortable by it.

And sometimes it felt like it wasn’t even a minority of Germans that felt this way—it felt like she might be the only German female in the entire fucking country who didn’t just strip down at a moment’s notice and display her tits and ass and yes, even put her pretty little eighteen-year-old vagina out there for any man passing by who wanted to have himself a looksee. It was so frustrating, that there was nobody to sympathize with her. Even her mother didn’t think anything of nudity and tried to talk her into coming here on regular mixed days, but Heike was stubborn. It didn’t feel right. These were her private possessions, these intimate parts of her body, and she wanted to wait to share them with someone special at the right time. She didn’t want to become numb to other’s nudity, or let them become numb to hers. It was too precious, she felt.

Throughout her childhood she had become skilled at avoiding these situations, with little notice by others, and as a result only her closest friends knew of her body anxiety. Johanna—not on the running team—was one of them, and had teased her that she was born in the wrong country. “Heike, you should have been an American girl. They never go nude anywhere, it’s silly. They even cover themselves in the girls locker room, could you imagine!” Then Johanna would laugh, because indeed she couldn’t imagine being that nervous about showing your body even to other girls; Johanna had grown up in an ordinary German family where brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers, aunts and grandmas, all thought of each others’ bodies as natural, non-sexual things. About the only time anyone in the culture got even remotely embarrassed was seeing your boss or your boss’s husband or wife naked. That seemed to cause at least a mild reaction even in a German.

The part Heike never got when it was explained to her was that nudity was understood in German culture to be non-sexual. But how could showing your sexual organs to someone of the opposite sex not cause sexual feelings? For instance, she liked boys, and let herself dream about the cute ones. Even a shirtless boy caused a stirring in her; the rounded form of his shoulders, the taut muscles as they rippled down into his chest, the lines around his stomach, and especially his arms and biceps. Now suppose that such an attractive, shirtless boy were to turn to face away from her and slowly pull his boxers down over his ass, exposing his smooth skin, while she watched him bend over to pull his socks off. How could that not turn her on? And how could a boy who felt attracted to her watch her strip off her bra and panties and not be aroused? Was it all just a game of pretend and they all went home after the sauna to whack their monkeys, or did they really feel no emotions at the sight of a naked body?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a dark-haired, thin boy who approached her at the window seat. “Hallo, Heike,” he said shyly. She smiled and returned the greeting. She was glad for the interruption since it was Lonan. If there was one person in the whole atrium who seemed to be more nervous than she was, he was that person; he was white as a sheet, an achievement because he had darker, olive-colored skin. Seeing him made her forget her own anxieties for the moment.

“Komm, setz dich,” she said, patting the seat next to her. Come here you pretty and shy boy, she thought to herself but didn’t say out loud. Sit down before you faint right in front of me like I almost did.

Lonan taksim üniversiteli escort was a curious member of their class. Their gymnasium, as the high schools for college-bound kids are called in Germany, was already unusual in that they maintained the old tradition of the oberprime, or 9th year of secondary school. Most schools had already changed to be consistent with other countries by graduating students after the equivalent of American 12th grade. Their school had also taken in a large number of refugees. Lonan was one of these, and in particular he was a Syrian Christian, which was unusual in the refugee population, so he was even a minority within a minority. He was a gentle and attractive boy. Heike had only spoken to him a few times when he had gathered his courage to approach her. She was shy by her own nature and hadn’t responded with any steps to get to know him better, but seeing him here made her regret that she hadn’t.

As he settled himself down next to her on the bench she glanced at his light-brown arms. They were strong but slender. Sexy. Light traces of veins ran down to beautiful hands, clasped together in his lap. The poor guy, she thought—who knows what he had been through this past year, coming from one of the camps in Greece, and he was in a completely different culture now. Were his hands even shaking slightly?

At the counter, Herr Muller let out a raucous laugh. They both looked over. Heike guessed that he was flirting with the receptionist, and that explained why the team had been waiting out here for a while. Muller was a fit young coach, early thirties she guessed, and was never one to miss making an innuendo or sharing a laugh with an attractive woman. Heike didn’t mind the delay in this case, of course, given the plans for the afternoon. She would have easily preferred to spend the afternoon in the lobby with Lonan here instead of inside the spa.

“Why did Coach Muller bring us here today?” he asked in a sullen voice, reverting to English which Heike knew he was more comfortable speaking, having been in Germany only a few months. Life was ironic: a year spent in a Greece camp improving his English, only then to be sent to Germany. But refugee families couldn’t be choosy—if any country would take them, they were eager to pack up all their world’s belongings from their tent and go there instead of being sent back to their turbulent homeland where life was filled with persecution and jeopardy. At least his family had stayed together as an immigration unit, which wasn’t a sure thing at all given that he had turned eighteen while in the camps, and was therefore by law an adult left to find his own way through the tortuous process. All of that Heike had learned during his presentation to the social issues class just last week, and she found it fascinating that this quiet boy had made such a dramatic journey from his homeland with his mother and father and younger sister.

“I know,” she said in sympathy, answering the underlying tone of his comment rather than the question. “It was a surprise to me, too.” And she didn’t add that if it hadn’t been a surprise, she wouldn’t have been here. On all of the previous visits to the spa by the running team, she had managed to become ill and miss school that day, wouldn’t you know. At least today it was only the G9, ninth years, the oldest kids. A few more than a dozen, about half boys and half girls. That was one small win to harvest from the circumstances, because she was pretty sure there was no way she could have gone naked in front of the younger boys.

Herr Muller laughed again over at the desk. Maybe the coach’s surprise visit to the spa was motivated by the pretty receptionist. Or it was just his idea of a special treat—it was true that almost all the kids on the team relished the chance to skip the hard hills workout and instead soak in the tub and steam in the sauna. Probably all of the students except these two sitting on the window bench. But whatever the motivation, only half an hour into the run the Coach unexpectedly gathered them into the big van and swooped down to the spa, leaving the other kids to finish and return to the school with Frau Becker.

Lonan was quiet, and Heike felt an urge to befriend him. What would it be like to start life over in a brand new country? Everything would be new, all the traditions you grew up with, changed. All the customs and ways of doing everything from eating to playing and working and the language people spoke, entirely different. She wondered if she could do it if she had to.

“Have you been to this place before?” she tried.

He shook his head. “Never.”

“Oh.” She thought for a moment, maybe he doesn’t know what he is in for today. But then, if that were true then he probably wouldn’t have appeared so nervous. She decided to speak up anyway. “You do know that we all will go to the sauna today. . . and swimsuits are not allowed.”

He nodded tophane escort glumly and spoke slowly. “I know about this. Heinrich told me. I have never done it before. I don’t know if I can do this thing.” He was quiet for a moment, thinking. “We do not do such things in my country in front of girls.”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

He pivoted in interest to look at her face for the first time. His eyes were a gorgeous black, and he had such a finely chiseled nose. His lips were small but precise, cut well yet full. What would it be like to kiss those olive-colored lips? She stared too long, then swallowed and looked down out of embarrassment before continuing.

“I . . . I have never been naked in front of the team, either. I am scared about it, too.”

He was puzzled. “You don’t do this before?”

“No, I come here often with my mother. But on days with only women.”

He nodded and thought about that, and said with resolve, “You have courage to try it, so today I will also be brave.” He smiled faintly and looked down, but his hands still shook. Only Heike sitting next to him could notice; he hid it from the other students.

On an impulse that was not a natural action for her, Heike placed her hand on top of his, and wrapped her fingers around his palm. She held him comfortingly. The feeling of his skin surprised her.

“You have beautiful hands. They are strong, but soft and smooth. You didn’t have to work hard in your childhood?”

He laughed and smiled broadly for the first time she had seen today. It was a beautiful smile with white teeth. “No, I was a lucky child. For me, it was only school and my drawings, not the fields or workshops. My parents had money in Syria. We had a good life, and my mother encouraged my art.”

She thought of her own parents and how they cared for her. It was no different in any other country, then. Of course, this was obvious if one were to think about it, how else could it be? But somehow in all the news headlines about the happenings of the world with revolutions and war and refugees, the detail is lost that every person there as well as in your own life is living a familiar life of love, ambitions, family.

“Do you still draw? Here, in Germany, I mean?”

“I did in the camps. There was a woman, a German woman in fact—she works for the airlines—who visited every few weeks to collect artwork to sell in America. Then she would pay us on her next visit. That was one way we could earn money, because it is not legal in Greece for us to hold a real job. I was happy to contribute to my family.”

“You are a professional artist!” Heike said, impressed. “I would very much like to see your drawings, these drawings that Americans pay money for.”

“Those are gone, but I have others that I can show you.”

“You have continued drawing now that you are here, in Germany?”

He was quiet. “I have not drawn since we arrived. It is sad, I think.” He looked at Heike and there was a tentative smile at the corner of his mouth. “Maybe I will start drawing again if I have. . . what do you call it, inspo?” She squeezed his hand in reply. Inspiration, he meant. He knew more English slang than she did. This boy was very interesting to her, and attractive, more than she had expected. And an artist, too!

Then Coach Muller began shouting out instructions to the students and their attention was brought back from each other to their situation with the team and the spa. Everybody was lining up at the counter in orderly German fashion. Rules, there were always rules in Germany, Lonan thought. There was no way to avoid getting out of this now without causing an even greater embarrassment, and from the past years of survival he had learned to go along with things and not be noticed as an exception.

He watched Heike stand up and turn to line up. Another panic struck him and he reached out to her hand as he joined her standing. “Heinrich told me something else,” he choked out.

She turned back to her shy friend. There would be a minute of gathering before Herr Muller yelled at them for dawdling. She wanted to hear him out, so she asked him what it was.

“He said. . . Heinrich. . . told me, ‘Lonan, everybody in the sauna will see. . . will see your penis, there is no way around this. So don’t try to hide yourself with a towel. That will only make it more interesting to them. Just . . .’ what is the word in English? Own it. Be proud and do not care. Heike, do you think this is right?”

She thought of the time an American mother and daughter came into the sauna. It was only on a women’s day, but yet they were shy and danced around with towels around their waists while the group that was already sitting naked watched them with interest while they finally disrobed. It was unusual to behave this way, and being unusual was what drew attention. So she had to agree with Heinrich. Contrary to one’s intuition, it was better—actually less embarrassing—to blend topkapı escort in by being totally, confidently naked instead of fighting it.

She nodded, although she wondered if she could follow the advice which she just agreed to. Yes, she reflected, it would be best for her as well. I will own it, also. She was glad for Lonan’s reminder. She smiled at him and still holding his hand, led him over to the back of the line.

From Lonan’s point of view, she was a pretty girl and he was glad for her company today, so he summoned his strength of will and followed her. He had been raised in a conservative culture in Syria, almost as conservative as the Muslims, but he was also an eighteen year old boy so as they walked across the lobby his eyes scanned up and down her figure. She was of average height, and athletic like all the runners on the team, but she had a larger chest than the other girls, some of whom were almost completely flat. That was better for running, of course, but he was pleased with her curves. As he watched her, he thought of his artwork and felt the calling stir again in him. Maybe she will let me draw her, possibly even naked, he thought. Then he smiled; but where would I hide those from mother?

At the desk they each received a bracelet, one towel, and a cotton robe. Since they had driven in the van directly from the workout, and nobody had a swimsuit, Heike knew they were destined to go directly into the half of the facility that was “textile free” instead of the more casual wading and entertainment pools on the right side. They passed through a turnstile each using their bracelets to open the little gate, and Heike and Lonan both noted the “no swimsuits” graphic on the sign featuring a bold red slash through a cartoon bikini. Heike wondered if any other culture in the world would have a sign forcing people to strip nude.

As is standard in all German spas, inside the naked area there were no separate male and female changing rooms nor even separate showers. What’s the point as you are going to be nude together soon anyway; that would be inefficient! The students followed Herr Muller in an orderly fashion through an open area and turned into a row of lockers, each runner finding a little cubby to stow their gear. Clothes began coming off.

At the end of the line, Heike and Lonan turned to face each other. Their eyes met and held for a moment. If they didn’t start stipping down soon, they would be the only ones clothed along an entire line of naked students, and the threat of being called out for being different loomed as worse than just following the orders.

In a surprise to Heike, Lonan reached down to pull his shirt off, without looking away from her. The shirt went up and over his head, and Heike took a look at his chest. They had run often as a team with the boys shirtless, but she had not seen him up close like this where she could take in the detail of his muscles. He was lean and wiry, but strong. Bold dark nipples, just a wisp of chest hair, the lines of ab muscles across his tummy. A good runner’s physique. And a good lover’s physique too, she thought briefly with a jolt. She wanted to run her fingers over his chest, across a nipple, down his abs.

But there was no time. This was her turn to own it. She put her hands down to the hem of her shirt, took a deep breath, looked at Lonan in the eyes like he had done with her, and pulled it up over her bra and head. To school every day she wore a baggy sweater, which gave the boys only the vaguest idea of her figure. Today she had been running so as usual her outfit was a loose-fitting t-shirt over a sports bra, and while it gave away to any observer a bit more of her figure than the sweaters did, she was mostly still a mystery; while she had her shirt on, that is to say. Less so to Lonan who was now looking at this cute girl in front of him wearing only a sports bra.

He cleared his throat nervously and seemed ready to turn away, but she decided to take the plunge. She reached one hand up to cover her breasts while the other pulled the tight elastic up and off her chest and head.

Lonan watched Heike bare her chest in front of him and he did not look away; he was mesmerized. Her hand hadn’t moved fast enough to cover her naked breasts so he got a flash of her beautiful, bold nipples before they were hidden. He wanted to see that again! But the other teens were mostly changed now, so he turned from Heiki and dropped trou. Got to own this, he steeled himself. Down over his ass and then he bent down to pull off his shoes and socks. Ahead of him was a mass of flesh and robes being put on. It was true what he had heard, that seeing a dozen naked people was not sexually exciting. But watching just one, that girl behind him, truly was. He hoped there was no chance he would get an erection here thinking about her.

For her part, when Lonan had pivoted and stripped down in front of her, it was just like the vision she had thought of earlier in the lobby. Cute naked guy, exposing his ass, bending over. She felt a tingle, but this time it wasn’t nerves, it was excitement. She shrugged and wondered how she was going to get through the rest of the afternoon. She stripped off the rest of her clothes quickly and slipped on the robe. That wasn’t too bad, and nobody seemed to have watched her.

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George haunts Christopher to guide him in the art of swinging and sexual seduction.

Continued from Chapter 04:

Before the movie stars arrived, confronted by the stark reality of incestuous nudity or not, Christopher wondered how this Nude Day naked, family celebration would evolve, if indeed it would even happen. A new wrinkle in their Nude Day celebration, they had three uninvited houseguests arrive unexpectedly. Their appearance could work as a positive or as a negative. With him keeping his end of the bargain by helping to support them with free rent, setting himself up for disappointment nonetheless, he wondered if this naked, Nude Day, family celebration would happen as agreed and as promised.

Will they all strip naked or will they allow their embarrassment and shame to break their verbal commitment? Will they willingly and voluntarily celebrate Nude Day and spend the day naked or not? Even more than that, will they allow him to photograph their naked bodies as proof that they celebrated the naked holiday naked?

He’d love to photograph his wife’s relatives naked. Just as he’d love to photograph his naked sister-in-law, he’d love to photograph his naked mother-in-law and his naked grandmother-in-law. He’d love to show his friends sexy photos of his naked sister-in-law, his naked mother-in-law, and his naked grandmother-in-law.

If their consciences, shame, guilt, and remorse wasn’t enough, they had three, famous men in the mix either encouraging them to strip naked and/or complicating things for them to remain fully clothe. Perhaps, feeling guilty, ashamed, and/or remorseful because of the movie stars presence, he feared that the women may change their minds about stripping themselves naked in front of him and the men. Especially now with the three, celebrity interlopers, he suspected that this Nude Day naked celebration may not happen as expected, as promised, and as planned.

‘Fuck,’ he thought. ‘Forget about having sex with any of them, this was my big chance to see them all naked. After of months of living with them and allowing them to live here rent free, I need to see them naked. I need them to strip naked. I need to spend Nude Day naked with my wife, my sister-in-law, my mother-in-law, and my grandmother-in-law. As if they’re my very own, personal, naked models, I need to photograph them all without their clothes.’

Yet, no matter. Even if they didn’t remove their clothes and celebrate Nude Day naked, he was ready to remove his clothes and celebrate Nude Day naked in front of his sexy sister-in-law, his MILF of a mother-in-law, and his GILF of a grandmother-in-law. He’d even celebrate Nude Day in front of the movie stars naked. He didn’t care. Perhaps, him removing his clothes would motivate and inspire them all to remove their clothes to celebrate Nude Day naked too.

“Happy Nude Day,” he imagined saying when making his naked appearance.

If his wife’s relatives weren’t going to expose their naked bodies to him, he was ready to expose his naked body to them. He was ready to show his erect, naked prick to his sister-in-law, his mother-in-law, and his grandmother-in-law. Moreover, if Diana and/or Briana paraded around the movie stars naked, he’d do even more than just expose himself to the women. If Diana and/or Briana dared to have sex with Ryan Reynolds, Chris Hemsworth, and Matt Bomer, he’d masturbate himself in front of his mother-in-law and grandmother-in-law while he watched. Perhaps, inspiring them to have sex with him too, he’d allow them to watch him cum.

Alas, instead of the naked holiday being a blast, with him the only one ready and willing to get naked, sadly and frustratingly, he imagined Nude Day being a bust. If they did strip naked, he wondered how his sister-in-law, mother-in-law, and grandmother-in-law would react to him seeing them naked. Then, when he stripped naked in front of them too, he wondered how his wife’s, female relatives would react to seeing his naked, erect prick. Now, adding a new dimension to their naked, family day, he wondered what role, if any, the movie stars would play in their having or not having a Nude Day, naked, family celebration.

Even if they did strip naked, cowering and with their forearms and hands covering their naked breasts and their other hands covering their naked pussies, or covering themselves with a towel, he imagined his wife’s, female relatives reluctantly stripping naked. He imagined none of them staring at his naked prick in the way that he’d ogle their naked asses, their naked tits, and their naked pussies. He imagined them hiding behind patio furniture and trees or staying submerged neck deep in the pool or in the hot tub. He imagined them refusing to allow him to take nude photos of them as proof that they celebrated Nude Day naked.

Yet, now that there were three, handsome movie stars in the house, Diana and Briana seemed energized. They seemed ready to expose themselves to the men and strip naked. Something they weren’t before, they seemed not only sexually excited but also motivated to celebrate taksim rus escort Nude Day naked. Further, they not only seemed sexually excited about exposing their naked bodies to the three, famous men but also, they seemed ready to have sex with the celebrity men. He only hoped they’d allow him to photograph their naked bodies to not only show to Gloria but also to his horny friends.

Surprisingly and sexually excitingly, not as interested in the movie stars as were Diana and Briana, mother Mary and grandmother Agnes seemed more interested in flirting with him than they were in being naked in front of the Hollywood hunks. In the same way that their daughters and granddaughters freely exposed their nearly, naked bodies to him, his mother-in-law and grandmother-in-law paraded around him in their short, sheer, low-cut, and sexy nightgowns on Nude Day Eve. Perhaps as a prelude to Nude Day, they deliberately gave him down-nightgown views of their big, naked breasts and up-nightgown peeks of their naked pussies.

Yet, it was one thing to walk around him in their sexy nightgowns without having the modesty of wearing a robe but it was quite another thing to walk around him totally naked. It was one thing to flash him glimpses of their long line of sexy cleavage and to flash him their naked pussies when crossing and uncrossing their long, shapely legs, but would they strip naked? Moreover, would they allow him to photograph them while they were naked? A good sign, with them seemingly set for Nude Day by sexually teasing him while wearing their sexy nightgowns, he suspected that they would strip naked.

Now that he was imagining them all naked, he’d love nothing more than to see them all naked. Even more sexually exciting than him seeing them naked, he wondered how they’d feel about seeing him naked. In the way that he’d ogle them, would they ogle him? In the way that he’d stare at his sister-in-law’s, mother-in-law’s, and grandmother-in-law’s naked tits, asses, and pussies, he wondered if they’d stare at his naked cock, testicle, and ass.

More than just staring and leering at their naked bodies, he wondered if they’d allow him to touch them, feel them, fondle them, and grope them. Even more sexually exciting them him having his wicked, sexual way with them, he wondered if they’d have their wicked, sexual way with him. He wondered if they’d touch him, feel him, fondle him, and grope him. He wondered if they’d allow him to not only see and photograph their naked bodies but also if they’d allow him to have sex with them.

In the way that Diana and Briana obviously wanted to see Ryan Reynolds, Chris Hemsworth, and/or Matt Bomer naked, Christopher wanted to see Briana, Mary, and/or Agnes naked too. In the way that Diana and Briana wanted the celebrity men to touch them, feel them, fondle them, and grope them, he wanted to touch, feel, fondle, and grope his sister-in-law, mother-in-law, and/or grandmother-in-law. In the way that Diana and Briana wanted to have hot sex with the three movie stars, he wanted to have hot sex with his wife’s sister, his wife’s mother, and/or his wife’s grandmother.

As if it was Christmas Eve and he was an excited child who couldn’t sleep while waiting for Santa Claus, Christopher couldn’t wait for Nude Day. Ready to forcibly strip his sister-in-law, his mother-in-law, and his grandmother-in-law naked if they refused to undress and celebrate Nude Day naked as promised, he needed to photograph them all naked. He needed to prove to Gloria that, as they had all contractually agreed, they had all celebrated Nude Day naked.

Chapter 05:

‘Twas the eve of Nude Day and Christopher tried his best to sleep. With his wife sleeping with her sister, up late drinking and talking, and not wanting to disturb him, she’d be up early to help prepare the food for Nude day. Too excited to sleep, tossing and turning, with tomorrow Nude Day, he couldn’t sleep. With tomorrow the naked, family celebration, he couldn’t help wondering if they’d strip naked or not. Hoping they’d honor their agreement, he couldn’t wait to see his naked sister-in-law, his naked mother-in-law, and his naked grandmother-in-law.

‘I hope they strip naked. I hope they celebrate Nude Day naked,’ he thought.

As if he was a horny teenager, all he could think about was seeing his sister-in-law, Briana, naked. All he could think about was seeing his mother-in-law, Mary, without her clothes. All he could think about was seeing his grandmother-in-law, Agnes, without her dress, her bra, and her panties. He wondered what their reaction would be to him seeing them naked. All he could think about was Briana, Mary, and Agnes seeing him naked and seeing his naked cock. He wondered what their reaction would be to them seeing him naked.

“This is it,” said Christopher while glad that he was alone in his room. “This is really it. Tomorrow is the day I’ve been waiting months to celebrate. Tomorrow is Nude Day. Tomorrow is the day that I’ve been waiting to celebrate for months. Tomorrow taksim türbanlı escort is the day that I hopefully see my sexy sister-in-law, my MILF of a mother-in-law, and my GILF of a grandmother-in-law naked. Tomorrow, with all of my sexual fantasies coming true, is the day that they all see me naked too.”

‘Wow,’ he thought while imagining his naked sister-in-law, his naked mother-in-law, and his naked grandmother-in-law. ‘Wow,’ he thought while imagining his naked sister-in-law, his naked mother-in-law, and his naked grandmother-in-law seeing him naked too.

Before getting into bed, he stood in front of his mirror after taking his shower. He was naked in the way that he hoped to be naked the entire day tomorrow. Walking around naked, sitting around naked, barbequing while naked, eating while naked, swimming naked, and drinking without wearing clothes, tomorrow was Nude Day. Tomorrow, as promised that they would, he hoped his wife, her sister, her mother, and her grandmother would all strip naked and celebrate Nude Day naked. He’d love nothing more than to see their naked asses, tits, and pussies. He’d love nothing more than for them to see his naked cock.

‘In the way that I can’t wait for them to expose their naked bodies to me, I can’t wait to expose my naked body to them. In the way that I can’t wait to see their reaction to me seeing them all naked, I can’t wait to see their reaction to them seeing me naked. In the way that I’ll be leering, staring, and ogling their naked asses, their naked tits, and their naked pussies, I hope they leer, stare, and ogle my naked ass, my naked cock, and my naked testicles.’

He was so excited about seeing them naked that all he could think about was imagining them without their clothes. He crossed his fingers while hoping they’d keep their end of the bargain. He hoped they wouldn’t disappoint him tomorrow by not stripping naked. He hoped they’d honor their promise and celebrate Nude Day naked. As his proof that they celebrated Nude Day naked, he hoped that they’d allow him to photograph them naked. If this Nude Day went off without a hitch, they’d be celebrating every Nude Day naked.

‘Dear God, please make my wife’s, female relatives strip naked and celebrate Nude Day naked with me tomorrow,’ he silently prayed.

Christopher’s sister-in-law, mother-in-law, and grandmother-in-law all agreed to strip naked on Nude Day and celebrate the naked holiday naked in exchange to live in his house rent free. As evidence to Gloria, the prior owner of the house, they agreed to allow him to photograph them naked. Now, not only did he hoped they’d strip naked but also, he hoped that they’d allow him to photograph them naked too.

Yet, even more sexually exciting than stripping naked and photographing them naked, he hoped that his wife’s sister, Briana, her mother, Mary, and/or his wife’s grandmother, Agnes, would have incestuous sex with him. If not having sex with him, he hoped that they’d at least allow him to touch, feel, fondle, and grope their naked bodies while they celebrated the naked holiday. He hoped they’d touch, feel, fondle, and grope his naked body too. If not having sex with him, he hoped that his wife, Diana, and her sister, Briana, would have sex with their three, uninvited, surprised houseguests, Ryan Reynolds, Chris Hemsworth, and Matt Bomer while he watched and masturbated himself.

‘They’re naked,’ he thought while lying in bed wide awake and imagining them naked. He imagined them stripping naked in front of him. He visualized them celebrating Nude Day naked while swimming, eating, and drinking. ‘They’re all naked and I’m naked with them too,’ he thought while imagining the naked scenario of his Nude Day, naked, family celebration. With his eyes filled with asses, tits, and pussies, he imagined them all naked and having a good time.

Wishing the morning was already here and today was Nude Day, he was too sexually excited to sleep. As if tomorrow was Christmas instead of Nude Day, he was so sexually excited that he couldn’t wait to go downstairs the first thing tomorrow morning. He couldn’t wait to see if they were already naked or were preparing to strip naked. He couldn’t wait to see his wife’s, female relatives naked. He couldn’t wait for them all to see his naked cock. A mystery to him, while hoping they would, he had no idea if they’d keep their promise and celebrate Nude Day without their clothes.

Something he’d be masturbating over for the rest of his life, he couldn’t wait to photograph them all naked. He couldn’t wait to take candid photos of his naked wife’s ass, tits, and pussy. He couldn’t wait to take candid photos of his naked sister-in-law’s ass, tits, and pussy. He couldn’t wait to take candid photos of his naked mother-in-law’s ass, tits, and pussy. He couldn’t wait to take candid photos of his naked grandmother-in-law’s ass, tits, and pussy. He couldn’t wait to show his friends the naked photos of his wife, her sister, her mother, and her grandmother.

Only, what if they don’t taksim ucuz escort strip naked? What if they’re too modest, too ashamed, and too embarrassed for him to see them naked? What if they refuse to remove their clothes? What if they refuse to celebrate Nude Day naked? What if they refuse to allow him to photograph them naked as his proof to Gloria that he honored her agreement when buying this house.

In a quandary, he wondered what to do if they didn’t strip naked. Do I evict them from the house for breaking their agreement? Will I lose this house in a lawsuit because we didn’t celebrate Nude Day naked? With Gloria, the prior owner, a nudist and a swinger, her one agreed upon concession for me to buy this house was that whoever lives in this house must celebrate Nude Day naked. If not stripping off their clothes for me, they must strip off their clothes for us to keep this house and for them to live here rent free.

# # #

As soon as he retired to bed, he felt different. The whole house felt different. He sensed something. He felt something. There was something or the spirit of someone in the air. There was something or the spirit of someone there in his bedroom with him. He looked around in the dark but unable to see anything but shadows he was frightened. He turned on the light to see nothing and turned it off to brave the dark.

He needed to sleep. He needed to go to sleep. He needed his rest in preparation for tomorrow. His biggest day of the year, the last thing he wanted to be was tired. The last thing he wanted was to fall asleep in the hot sun after having one drink.

Yet, as if it was a ghostly presence, he could sense someone or something there. As if he was being haunted, he sensed someone was watching him. Even though he couldn’t see anyone, he could feel someone and sense someone was there with him but who? With this a newly constructed house, no one lived here before him. No one died in the house to haunt the house. Then, he thought of George, the man who built this house and died before he spent a night sleeping in it.

“Hello? Who’s there? George? Is that you? What do you want? Whoever you are, you’re dead. Go to the light. Go to the light, George,” he said pulling the sheet over his head.

‘Hail Mary, full of Grace,’ he silently prayed.

As if the house, an inanimate object, had suddenly come alive, perhaps with the sexual anticipation of Nude Day, he could feel it breathing. This house was meant to be a sexual paradise, a swingers’ haven and a den of debauchery. This house was meant to host swingers’ parties and sexual orgies. This house was George and Gloria’s dream house, a sexual couple who were not only nudists but also swingers.

As if the walls were coated with the musky aroma of sex, the ceilings were dripping with cum, and the floors were slippery with vaginal secretions, he could feel the whole house seething and burning with sex. Even when there were naked models protesting fur, animal abuse, or the better treatment of women on Nude Day, never has he been as sexually excited about the advent of Nude Day, the naked holiday, as he was that night.

As long as they all stripped naked, tomorrow promised to be a sexually exciting day. As long as they all stripped naked, one of them or all of them may want to have sex. One of them or all of them may want to have sex with him. If not with him, then, perhaps, they’d have sex with the movie stars while he watched. Then, out of the blue and from somewhere in the darkness, proving that someone was there, he heard a voice, a man’s voice. Someone was there in his bedroom with him.

“Who is it? George? Is that you? What do you want? Go away. I’m sleeping. Go away. I don’t believe in ghosts,” said Christopher. “Go away. You’re dead. Go away and leave me alone. I’m tired and I need my rest. Haunt me tomorrow,” said Christopher.

He looked around his room to see what he could see in the dark. He couldn’t see anything. He turned on his light again but there was nothing to see, no orbs, shadows, or apparitions. He turned off his light again and pulled the covers over his head. Pitch black and in the middle of nowhere, unable to see his hand in front of his face, he was in the middle of the country and in the middle of the woods. There were no street lights. It was so dark.

‘Hail Mary, full of grace…’ he silently prayed again.

# # #

As if he was Cosmo Topper in Topper, instead of being haunted by the ghost of Marion Kerby, the prior owner of his house, he suspected that he was haunted by George, the ghost of the prior owner of this house. A nudist and a swinger taken in the prime of his life, in the way that Marion and her husband were suddenly and tragically killed in an avalanche, George left this world before it was his time to go. He died just as he finished building this house.

As if he was there with him in his bedroom, he could hear Gloria’s deceased husband’s voice in his head. Oddly and appropriately enough, as if Christopher was a novice swinger, which he was, George whispered his sexual perversions in his head. He whispered all that he should sexually do with his sister-in-law, his mother-in-law, and his grandmother-in-law. Something that was out of his control before but may be in his control now with George’s help, he told him the secrets of how to sexually seduce the three women as he slept.

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Have you ever had a really sucky day at work where when you get home you’re so exhausted you can’t think about anything, not even sex? Well, I had one of those days today. I came home from one of the busiest days ever and all I could think about was vegging out and watching Gilmore girls.

Just as I was slipping out of my work clothes and into my dingy pajama bottoms and ratty old t-shirt, the phone rang.

“Grrrrrreat,” I mumbled to myself. “It’s probably the phone company wanting me to switch again.”

As I snatched the phone out of it’s cradle and slapped it to my ear, I heard a loud roaring and the honking of horns almost overpowering the voice of someone.

“Hello!” I screamed. “Hello? Hello?”

Finally it quieted somewhat and I heard the voice of a man that sounded vaguely familiar yet not immediately recognizable.

“Hello Baylee? You probably don’t remember me, but I went to high school with you. This is Josh Blankman and as class president I am calling everyone in the class of 1992 to get current addresses for the class reunion. I’m sorry for the noise as I’m stuck in traffic and thought I’d get some of these calls out of the way.”

Josh Blankman. That’s why his voice sounded so familiar. I had certainly heard it numerous times. As class president and president of just about every club in school, Josh gave a lot of long-winded speeches. Josh taksim grup yapan escort was the smartest guy in class and the nerdiest. He was a bonafied geek in high school. I felt somewhat sorry for him having to call everyone who used to make fun of him and act as if they had never hurt him.

“Josh! It’s great to hear from you,” I said with mock enthusiasm and a pang of guilt. “How have you been and where’d you ever end up?”

“Oh, I’m living in Austin and am president of one of the largest banks in the U.S. I’m actually in Houston right now, though. I was in town visiting my parents since dad just got out of the hospital.”

“Nothing serious I hope,” I said.

“No, not at all, but I hadn’t been down to visit in awhile and it was a good excuse. So how are you, Baylee? Married with rugrats I assume?”

“Rugrats? Hardly! I was engaged for awhile but it didn’t work out. How about you?” I asked, becoming genuinely interested for some unknown reason.

“Not married, no kids,” Josh said. “All I have is my pug Wrigley and my Persian cat Donovan to keep me company.”

He had pets. I love a man with pets. About that time an idea came to me. I don’t know if it was out of genuine kindness or a morbid since of curiosity, but before I knew it the words were out of my mouth.

“Josh, I actually have an address book taksim masöz escort with a lot of addresses of our classmates. I gathered them for the wedding and now that I have no use for them, why don’t you come by and pick it up? It would keep you from having to call everyone. I live at 102 Bolivante Lane.”

“Baylee! You’re a Godsend! Are you busy now? I hate to intrude, but I’m leaving in the morning and…”

“Of course, Josh, come on over!” I interrupted.

As I gingerly put the phone down, I ran in the bedroom to change into clean shorts and a tank top. Just as I was brushing my hair and inspecting my face in the mirror, the doorbell rang.

I ran down the stairs and opened the door to see the antithesis of the Josh I knew in high school. This Josh had muscles, a mustache, a gorgeous smile and to top it off, he had gotten rid of his glasses.

“Hey there! Come on in. I…”

At that moment I was stopped with an unexpected kiss. It was not a brotherly kiss either! I was totally shocked as his tongue began to delve deeper into my mouth and his hands found my behind and began patting and rubbing them in an erotic manner.

“Josh!” I gasped as I pulled away just a bit.

“Sorry,” he said throatily. “I’ve been wanting to do that for over 10 years and when you invited me over, I thought that it was my only chance. taksim otele gelen escort I used the reunion as an excuse to call. Actually, Randi Jo Christensen is doing most of the calls. I talked her into letting me call you.”

“Well, you bastard you!” I said giggling. I couldn’t believe I was thinking of a one night stand with Josh Blankman.

At that moment I stopped thinking. Josh entwined his hands behind my back and gave me a gentle kiss as he pushed me back against the wall. With what felt like one swoosh of motion, he removed all of my clothing and tossed them into the air.

My body was throbbing all over. Josh Blankman was making me horny! I couldn’t believe it but it sure didn’t stop me from wanting him more than I’ve ever wanted any man.

Before I could think about it anymore, Josh was naked too and gathering me in his arms and carrying me upstairs to my bedroom. All of a sudden he tripped and fell and we landed hard on the stairs giggling the whole time!

Then his mouth was on mine again and his body covered mine and before I knew it, he was inside of me right there on the staircase. In and out, up and down, I could feel Josh pulsing and moving and throbbing inside me. I couldn’t take it but I couldn’t live without it. Josh felt amazing! Josh Blankman felt amazing inside of me!

“Baylee,” he growled. “God I’ve wanted you, Baylee. You feel so good.”

I couldn’t think. I couldn’t talk. I was on the brink and holding on to sanity by only a thread. A thread of Josh’s hair that is. All of a sudden I couldn’t take it any longer and climaxed as I scratched my perfectly manicured nails down his muscular back.

“Baylee… I think I love you,” Josh said.

To Be Continued…

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Katie wrapped the towel about her head as she reached for her toothbrush. “What the hell are you thinking? Doing?” She asked the fresh-faced young woman that greeted her from the mirror. Her usually tanned face was flushed, and only part of that had to do with the warm shower she had just finished.

“Your mother is fucking dying, and you are thinking about hopping into bed with a fucking Adonis.” She chuckled, “Correct that…two of them!”

She wagged the toothbrush at her image for a moment before shaking her head and putting it into her mouth, brushing automatically. Up, down, back, forth, slow, steady circles.

‘Fuck, since when has even brushing your fucking teeth become about sex?’ For a woman that had forsaken sex as highly overrated after just one feeble attempt, she was…

She spat the toothpaste into the sink and turned on the tap, rinsing her toothbrush. “So, what the fuck you gonna do about it, Katie?”

She laughed at the outline of white foam around her mouth as she began the same motion; up, down, side to side, tiny circles with fresh water. She spat again into the basin and turned the water back on as she reached for the cup to rinse her mouth.

‘You should rinse your mouth out with soap, well, your dirty mind anyway,’ scoffed that voice in her head. She began to clean up. She tried to focus on the routine of that, but the situation kept coming back to her mind.

For the first time in close to eight years, she was going to sleep with a man. Not just any man, but her best friend. Hell, if they were taking shifts – two men. Of course, that did not mean that anything sexual was going to happen. Not necessarily anyway, she thought.

Her nipples hardened and became so sensitive that the rough terry cloth towel wrapped about her hurt. “Yeah, that is why you shaved? There? You have not shaved there in years.”

Katie knew she was procrastinating, trying to delay the inevitable. It was not like her reflection in the mirror had any more answers than she did. After a decade of virtual silence, her best friends show up, and in the space of less than a week, her whole fucking life is turned on its head.

Not that it was not already. She was facing the hardest transition of her life. Her mother’s death would leave her alone and adrift. She had spent weeks trying to figure out what happened next. Did she stay in this house that had been her home for her whole life? It was full of memories, but would those be a comfort or suck her into a vortex of depression and grief?

The damned thing was worth a small fortune, even as small as it was. Of course, if she sold it, she knew that whoever bought it would knock down the original wood and stucco structure that her grandparents had built after her grandfather left the Navy. That bothered her – as if her whole family and all it had stood for would simply be erased.

She had thought about renting it out, either subletting or seasonally. Find an agent to manage it and take some time off, a year maybe two, and just travel. Living at home as she had decided to do, she was able to save a great deal of her monthly salary as a teacher. She would be able to travel rather extensively if she chose to.

And that was not even considering the money she would inherit from her mother, though they had discussed it and most of her mother’s resources would go into a trust dedicated to carrying on the work that Joy had begun in her life.

Of course, her mother had pleaded with her to consider giving up her job, teaching kindergarten, and take over that work. She knew it better than anyone else since she had always helped out anyway, especially these last few months.

Katie battled the tears as her shoulders slumped under the weight of all the indecision. Her throat tightened as she fought back the panic that threatened to consume her every time she even thought about what was next. “One day at a time,” she whispered. Sometimes it was one moment at a time, especially now.

She felt the hot tear trail down her cheek, first one and then another and another. She was about to lose it, and she knew it. What was more, there was nothing she could do to stop it. It was all just too much. Too fucking much.

She jumped at the banging on the door. “What are you doing in there, Katy-did? You have until the count of three to get that cute ass out here or I am coming in. Ready or not. One,” the deep male voice caressed her mind.

She inhaled and stared at that reflection one final time. “Saved by the bell?” she giggled as she tried to wipe the tears away with the back of her hand.

“Two,” Chance said through the door.

She sighed and turned the water on one last time, splashing some on her face to take some of the redness and puffiness from her eyes.

“I’m coming,” she replied as she reached for the towel.

“Three,” the door opened, and his broad naked shoulders filled the doorway.

“Damn, is that what has been taking you so long in here?” He taksim elit escort filled the tiny space as he came to stand behind her. His hands gripped her shoulders as their eyes meet in the mirror, “And I told you that I would take care of that for you, Katy-did.” He bent and kissed her shoulder.

She shook her head, “About that, Chance. Since I am smaller, I’ll take the couch. It won’t be that bad,” she stammered.

He turned her in his arms and used the pads of his thumbs to brush the tears away, “No, no, you won’t. All kidding about orgasms aside, sweetheart, we are sleeping with you, because of this,” he brought her last tear to his lips and licked it from his thumb. “The point of this night is for you to get some sleep. Real sleep. Rest.”

He drew her tenderly into his arms and just held her, pressing her head into his shoulder with one hand as the other wrapped about her waist, clamping her against him in the tight space. “We don’t know what is ahead, Katy-did. We don’t know if this is…” he stopped and sighed heavily.

She did not just hear his pain; she felt it. Knew that this man mourned for her mother as she did, maybe not quite the same, but he did. And that united them, drew them closer as they once had been, inseparable.

He drew back slowly and did his best to smile, reassuringly down at her. “We are here for you now. No matter what happens, we aren’t going anywhere, Katy-did. You are not on your own anymore.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead, “You won’t have to face this alone. We promise you that. Never again.”

She nodded her head slowly at his words. Though she knew that they offered false hope. The truth was that eventually, she would have to face it by herself. Those same decisions that she had been trying to avoid for months, she would have to come to some final conclusion, and she alone would have to do that.

Whether they stayed for days or a couple of weeks after her mother, she sighed and forced the words through her brain…after her mother’s death. Death. Dying. Transitioning. Whatever the fuck you wanted to call it. It was coming. Too quickly.

And suddenly she felt incredibly tired. Exhausted. “I’m ready for bed now,” she whispered somehow.

He nodded and scooped her into his arms. She was shocked by the sudden move and clutched at the top of the towel trying to hold it in place as he carried her across the small hall to her bedroom. He practically tossed her in the bed.

Her breath caught in her lungs as he began to unbutton his jeans. “What are you doing?” she stammered.

Chance winked with a devilish smile, “Don’t worry, Katy-did. I didn’t go commando today.” He unzipped them and pushed the denim down his muscled thighs, kicking them off his bare feet and tossing them into the corner.

The air froze in her lungs as he stood by her bed wearing nothing but a second skin of dark blue boxer briefs. She could not keep her eyes from the thick bulge at the front of them. Worse yet, she had to consciously will her hand not to reach out and caress it.

“Fuck,” he growled. “Stop. It. Now. Katy-did,” his hands fisted at his side.

She tried to clear the cobwebs from her mind as she shook her head, “Stop what, Chance?” she whispered as she bit her lower lip to keep from licking it.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he sat down on the bed next to her. His hands framed her face and forced her eyes from his crotch that was growing thicker with each beat of her heart, “You keep looking at me like that and I promise you, you will find yourself laying naked with my cock buried inside you in less than thirty seconds.”

She shivered. From his touch on her face? From the night air that was getting cooler by the moment? Or from his words…or the possibility of them becoming more than mere words? She dragged her eyes away and forced her breathing to slow. “Let me up, Chance. I need to find something to wear tonight.”

He nodded as he moved aside a bit, just enough for her to squeeze past him. She held the towel tightly about her tits as she opened her top dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of panties. She promised herself that she would wear the plain white boy shorts but somehow ended up with the black lace thong that had never been worn.

They had been a bit of a gag gift for her twenty-eighth birthday from friends at work, who considered her a bit conservative and too uptight. She chuckled…what would they think if they saw her now? Alone with him in her bed? If they knew that just a few days ago, she experienced the most powerful orgasm of her life? On a public beach?

She closed the drawer and pulled out the one below it, trying to figure out what to wear. The truth was that she usually slept naked. Of course, these past few weeks she had typically worn work out pants and a t-shirt to sleep in the chair in her mother’s room.

She rummaged until she located one of her extra-large t-shirts. She pulled it on over her head, leaving taksim escort the towel in place until it covered her to mid-thigh, then she tugged it free.

She looked up and noticed that Chance was watching her every move. “Turn around so I can,” she mumbled.

“Leave them,” he groaned.

She shook her head. “You expect me to sleep in nothing but a t-shirt with a man I barely know wearing nothing but his briefs?”

He was on her in a heartbeat. His hands gripped her arms, right on the edge of pain. “Get in the bed now, Katie. Or I will show you just how well you know me.”

She wanted to shake her head. To refuse him. But the look in those blue eyes warned her that would not be a wise decision. Instead, she obeyed and took a couple of steps to her bed, crawling in and scooting to the far side, as close to the wall as she could get. She turned to face the wall and closed her eyes as she felt the bed shift.

Then those strong arms turned her and drew her back until her head rested on his chest. His heart was pounding as loudly as her own and just as fast. “Go. To. Sleep. Katy-did.” He sighed, and she felt it through her whole body. “Or I will find some way of relaxing you, sweetheart.”

‘How the fuck am I supposed to sleep with you so close?’ she thought as her hand pressed directly over his heart. She was glad for the chilly night breeze coming in through her open window. The man was a furnace.

Would all of him be so hot? Her eyes drifted down to the tent in the front of those briefs. It would be so damned easy for her to slide her hand slowly down those rock hard abs. To wrap her fingers around it and discover the truth for herself.

She closed her eyes and fought back the temptation, willing her body to relax using the self-hypnosis methods her mother had taught her as a young girl on those nights when she was frightened by monsters. She was content to discover they worked as well on Greek gods and heroes as they did on faceless monsters, she thought as she began to drift off to sleep.

***

The dream was back. Always the same. Since her mother’s diagnosis, but the truth was that she had had that same dream a couple of times even before her mother discovered the lump in her breast.

She was all alone on the beach, which was strange. The beach was never that deserted. There was always a stray die-hard surfer or middle-aged beachcomber, no matter the weather or the time of day or night.

But this time she was…all alone — not a person in sight. The fog was thick; she could barely see five feet in front of her. She could hear the roar of the waves, but rather than comforting her as they always did, they were so loud that her head throbbed in time with them. She was cold, so cold she began to shiver. Cold, frightened and alone, she began to run along the beach, “Mom,” she called out.

But it was not her mother’s face that appeared out of the fog. It was his. Chance. He wrapped her in those strong arms and held her tightly against his chest. She stopped shivering as his body heat dissipated the worst of the chill. His fingers were brushing along her cheek, “Katy-did, I’m here. We’re here for you.”

She tried to shake her head, but there was a pain every time she moved as if something was tangled in her hair, holding her still. “Katie?” that deep voice caressed her as she felt his hard body on top of her, pressing her deeper into…

Her eyes flew open, and she stared up into Chance’s face. Her hands came up to his shoulders, tried to push him off her. “It was a dream, Kaitlin. Only a dream. You are in your bed. In your house. Everything is fine.”

It was not ‘fine’ though. Her mother was in a coma. Joy was dying. And in hours or days, she would be all alone in this world. All alone like in that dream.

She shoved with all her might against his shoulder, “Get off me, you pervert. What the fuck do you know about ‘fine’? Nothing is ‘fine.’ Nothing ever will be again.”

She pummelled his chest and shoulders with her fists, but her efforts were as effective as all the drugs, surgeries, and chemicals that the ‘experts’ had given her mother. It was no use. Some battles you could not win.

She felt the tears coming back. How many were there? She felt like she had cried enough to fill the whole fucking Pacific Ocean this past year. Still, there were more?

He rolled them so that she lay on top of him, his arms wrapped about her once more as she cried. “Let it out, sweetheart. Just let it out.”

She wanted to chuckle, but it came out more a hysterical laugh. ‘Let it out’? As if she could keep it in. The tears came…again. Until she was snot-nosed, swollen red-eyed, and blotchy faced, then the hiccups started. “Let me up, Chance,” she demanded.

“No way, Kay-did.”

“I need to wash my face, get some water for these…” as if on perfect cue, “damned hiccups. So, let me the fuck up, I said.”

He shook his head and used his fingers on her chin taksim eve gelen escort to lift her face to his, “No, sweetheart. Dreams like that,” his voice got incredibly low then. She watched as his Adam’s apple popped up and down as if swallowing a large, nasty-tasting pill. “Some dreams seem more real than reality,” his voice was incredibly low and thick then.

She felt it. Stronger than she ever had in her whole fucking life. A dark cloud moved in and over this man. It held him tighter than he held her. She shivered at its cold fingers wrapped about her friend.

She recognized it then…despair, depression…death himself. She shook her head. No, she was not letting him, it, take Chance too. It might be too late to save her mother from his clutches, but not Chance. Death would not have him too.

Her fingertips traced tears that she noticed trailed down his cheek. She was confident he did not even know they were there. She could see by the blank stare in those blue eyes that he was somewhere else. Somewhere far away. A place she could not go.

But she was not giving him up so easily. She moved closer, pressed a tender kiss over his heart as her hands went from fists that beat his shoulders to soft tendrils that caressed and teased them. “Come back to me, Chance,” she whispered like a mantra as she moved against him. “Please, Chance, I can’t lose you too.”

It took several moments of her soft caresses and gentle calls before she began to feel the dark clouds, which she at last recognized as the same ones from her dream, begin to lift slowly. She knew that she had won this battle at last when his fingers began to tighten on her shoulders. She looked up at his handsome face that remained lined and tight.

He forced a smile, “Hey, I was supposed to be the knight in shining armor saving you, Katy-did.”

She chuckled, “You keep forgetting the way that movie plays out in the end. When he goes back for her and climbs the fire escape, remember what he asked? ‘So, what happens now?’ Remember what she said?”

That deep chuckle caressed her mind, the smile was still tight, but it was a tad less forced now. “She saves him right back. Is that what this is, Katy-did? People so fucking wounded that they cannot manage to save themselves saving one another?”

She frowned at his words, mostly because of how accurate they were. Was it possible? That people, too weak to save themselves, might actually find the salvation they sought in saving others? The knot tightened in her throat as she realized that the one person she most wanted to discuss this epiphany with was beyond her reach now.

She felt the soft brush of his lips against her cheeks. She realized that he was kissing away her tears. She sighed and shook her head, giving into tears that seemed omnipresent these days.

This time she was not even sure why she cried. Her mother’s impending death? Chase’s leg? The dark cloud of death that threatened to snatch this man in her arms? Self-pity for a lifetime of waste? The fucked up world in which they lived that fed good men into the war machine but could not heal the human body?

She was never sure how it happened, but suddenly the comfort turned into something else. A need so deep and visceral that it overpowered all those things and even common sense.

Her lips reached for his, drank softly at them for several long heartbeats before his fingers laced through her hair, holding her in place as he took it deeper, tongues warring with one another; need fuelling the battle and demanding surrender.

When he broke away he did not go far, just enough that his face filled her field of vision, “I need to taste you, Katy-did.” He rolled her on to her back and pressed her deeper into the mattress.

It took her a long moment to realize what he was talking about. When she did, she felt the heat rising to her cheeks. She bit her lower lip and tried to shake her head, but Chance was already sliding down her body. His large hands cupped and kneaded her breasts until they ached and hardened. She was powerless to stop the moan that escaped her lips just a moment before he settled between her thighs.

She opened her mouth to protest. Then she felt the cool night air caress the wet folds between her legs. She had forgotten that she had not worn panties, not even the scrap of black lace thong to bed.

Chance had not though as his tongue speared through the folds at the top of her thighs, homing instantly upon the hard nub that sent electric shocks spiraling towards her brain. The sensation was totally new and oddly familiar. His wet tongue doing things to her that only her own fingers ever had. And he seemed to know precisely the right pressure and timing to send her body rocketing towards the stars.

She knew that she should slow thing down. They should talk about this. It was way beyond her comfort zone. For goodness sakes, just a few days ago, his brother had…

Her brain did not even manage to finish the thought as he captured her clitoris between his teeth and suckled, sending her over the edge. She cried out as her hips moved against his face, seeking even more of the intense pleasure he was giving her. As if he could read her mind, she felt thick fingers slipping inside her, pushing her orgasm to another level.

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The sun was streaming through the bedroom window, another fine day beckoned as I awoke. My companion moved and got out of bed, reminding me that I was not alone. I recalled the delights of the previous evening and wondered what the morning would bring, I opened my eyes in time to see her disappear into the bathroom. The sound of her peeing gave me the sudden urge to empty my own bladder. As I got to the bathroom I was surprised to see the door open, I entered just as she was wiping herself with a tissue.

“Don’t wipe too much, we don’t want you too dry.”

“No chance of that. I can’t believe the amount of cum that oozed out during the night and there’s still some left. You certainly came with a vengeance.”

“You can never have too much of a good thing.”

She laughed as she got up, lifted the seat, went to the basin and washed her hands. I stood in front of the toilet and tried to pee but couldn’t. By now I had a raging erection which always makes peeing difficult, knowing that she was looking at me made it even worse. Payback for being smug I thought.

“Do you need a hand”.

With that she stood behind me and placed her wet soapy hands on my cock, gently rubbing up and down. No chance of peeing now. But I was bursting, try and think of anything else. She pushed my hard cock down to point at the bowl. The mild pain coupled with the thought of the unbelievably ugly client I would be meeting later, a woman who always tried to seduce me, did the trick. I started to pee – what relief. I wiped the tip of my cock as she went back to the basin.

Whilst peeing I had noticed a razor, shaving gel and moisturiser amongst the complimentary toiletries. Now it was my turn to tease.

I stood behind her, an arm either side and my hands in the soapy water to get them slippery. Slowly my hands slid up her body to her armpits then on to those beautiful full, round tits, the caressing began. I nuzzled the back of her neck, her shoulder and licked her ear. I knew some women liked theirs ears licked, was she one? She didn’t object, rather the opposite judging by the heavy breathing. By now my cock was again at attention and pressing into her back. Without warning I stopped, put my arms down and stepped back.

“I think some hair needs shaving.”

Her hand shot to her armpit as she turned to face me, her face red with embarrassment.

“Not there, lower.”

She bent down and slid her hand down her leg.

“No, higher.”

She stood up and looked at me quizzically. I looked down to her trimmed triangle. realisation dawned.

“I’ll get you for that.”

Said not with anger but anticipation.

“Hopefully.”

As we came together in a deep, passionate kiss, she lowered my cock till it slipped between her legs and against her cunt lips. We gently moved against each other, as our kissing grew more intense I knew it was time to stop.

“Into the bath, back against the wall, and place your foot up on the edge.”

She hesitated, obviously wanting to continue, but finally moved to the bath. I picked up the razor and shaving gel, stepped into the bath, and knelt in front of her, shower attachment in hand. The warm water sprayed her triangle and clit (which received the most attention), the pressure of the water grew more intense as the shower head moved closer to her clit. As expected her clit swelled as it poked from under şişli üniversiteli escort the hood, her hips began to gently sway, she was enjoying the sensation. I turned the water off, now was the not the time for sex.

“Spoilsport.”

“Later.”

The shaving gel was applied to her bush and between her legs, she moaned as my fingers touched her clit and she held my hand there.

“Not now, later.”

Reluctantly her hand moved away. I shaved her with care and precision (a nicked and bloody pleasure palace was not the idea). As I rinsed, dried and applied moisturiser I deliberately stimulated her clit, enough to excite but not to climax. I stood back to admire my handiwork.

“Beautiful, as bald as the day you were born. Now turn round, bend over with your legs apart.”

Those beautiful white round plump buttocks and moist juicy cunt lips were on full view, I stepped closer and gently inserted the head of my cock into her cunt, she was right, it was wet and sticky. She tried to impale herself on my cock by pushing backwards but I placed my hands on her buttocks and stopped her, I was aching to fuck her senseless but I could wait. The remaining hairs on her cunt lips and the fluff around her arsehole had yet to be shaved..

“Later. “

“Arsehole.”

“I know, but not now.”

Only later did I realise that she had not understood the significance of this exchange.

She stopped pushing, I shaved the fluff from her arsehole and rinsed her arse and cunt lips. Now the fun could begin. I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her towards me, there was no resistance as my cock slid into her cunt until it could go no further. As I gently fucked her with long slow strokes I could see the remnants of my old cum mingling with her juices, a cream that was smeared all over my cock. Now to make my finger moist and sticky but would it slip into her tight cunt alongside my cock? To my surprise it slid in easily. I was not disappointed with the stickiness, perfect for slipping into her arsehole. My fingertip rimmed her arsehole but as I gently tried to push it into her arse she looked round and moved away, my cock slipped from her cunt.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting your arse ready to be fucked.”

“No! I’ve only been arse fucked once, it was too painful.”

This was not going to be as straightforward as I had thought.

“Obviously not by an expert.”

“I was 16, my boyfriend wanted to try it, he rammed his cock in so hard.”

I could hear the pleading in her voice but also a sense of finality, part of her wanted it, part of her didn’t. If I really persisted she would not resist.

“Just relax. I promise I will stop whenever you ask. I’ll prepare you and be gentle.”

I could tell she was still tense as I gently rimmed her arsehole with my finger before gently inserting the fingertip. She tensed even more.

“Relax.”

I withdrew my finger, and gently reinserted it. She did not tense up so much this time. As I continued to withdrew and insert so she relaxed a bit more each time. As she completely relaxed the whole finger slipped in.

“That’s not too bad is it.”

“It feels strange but it doesn’t hurt.”

“Good, now my cock. Just relax.”

A final thrust up her cunt for lubrication then the wet sticky tip was placed against taksim anal yapan escort her arsehole. A gentle push. She tensed.

“Relax, it’ll be just like my finger only bigger.”

She relaxed, the tip went in then I withdrew. Just as my finger had penetrated deeper with each insertion so did my cock, stretching her arsehole wider with each push. Finally the head of my cock slipped past the muscle which gripped my cock tightly just behind the helmet. I gently withdrew, then pushed in again. She was relaxed now and the head slipped in easily. With each penetration I went deeper and met with less resistance until, finally, each time I came out her arsehole was still open, ready to accept my next thrust. I could tell by her breathing that she was enjoying the sensations that were new to her. With my cock fully up her arsehole I was leaning on her back, my arm around her stomach, my hand caressing her clit. She began to move her hips forward and back, no longer was I fucking her, she was fucking me and was she enjoying it! Her breathing got deeper and quicker, her movements quicker and longer until with each forward move my cock was just in her arse, with each backward movement my cock was fully up her arse.

We were both near. I did not intend coming in her arse but she suddenly convulsed as she climaxed and pushed back onto me. Any doubt about her enjoyment was dispelled with her shattering climax. If the occupants of the next room were still asleep her squeals would have woken them. When she finally stopped writhing I started to withdraw but, as the helmet got to her arsehole, her muscle suddenly tightened. I came just as I withdrew. The first spurt of my cum shot into and on her closing arsehole, the other spurts landed on her arse cheeks. I looked down and could see my cum oozing from her arsehole. She started to straighten up but I placed my hand on her back and held her down, with the other hand I massaged my cum into her arse cheeks. Her cheeks and my hand were sticky with creamed cum.

“Now you can stand up.”

She turned round, the pleasure on her face plain for all to see. She embraced me and whispered in my ear.

“Thanks. You were gentle. If only you’d been the first I’d have had a lot more pleasure by now.”

“The pleasure is mine. If you really want to thank me you can wash my cock.”

She let go, stepped back and turned to reach for a flannel.

“Not with that, with your tongue.”

She looked at me, about to protest when she suddenly smiled and knelt in front of me.

“Yes Master.”

It was said with amusement, thanks and a broad smile.

She held the head of my limp cock, lifted it, placed her mouth under and licked her juices off my balls which had been pressed against her cunt during her climax. A cat would have been proud of the way she licked them clean but better was to come. Her tongue touched the underside of my cock at the root and then slowly moved to the head. Once, twice, three times. Repeated on both sides as well. The obvious reaction occurred, my cock was standing at attention, leaving her hands free to caress and gently squeeze my balls. She smiled at me, knowing the pleasure she had given and the pleasure she was about to give. As she placed her finger and thumb on the helmet and pulled my cock to point towards the floor I experienced a quite exquisite taksim bdsm escort pain. Now she licked the top of my cock just as she had licked the bottom and sides.

I had to have my cock in her mouth. She knew it. Her hand moved to the root, pulling the skin down on my cock so tightly that it was mildly painful as she let it stand to attention . How I didn’t cum I will never know. The real stimulation now began, she started licking the helmet, playing with the eye with the tip of her tongue, blowing on it, sucking on it. I needed my cock in her mouth, I could wait no longer. I placed my hands on her head to pull her forward but she beat me to it. Her lips closed around the shaft, moving down until my cock hit the back of her mouth. She moved her head up, her lips still gripping the shaft, then down. She was fucking me with her mouth with increasing speed and ferocity. Her teeth scraping on my skin and the head striking the back of her mouth with more force each time. I desperately wanted to cum but didn’t want the pleasure to stop. Finally I had to succumb, my cock started twitching. I was about to shoot my load. She knew and stopped on the up stroke with her mouth open, my cock held between her open lips just as I came.

“Don’t Stop!”

My plea got no response as my second spurt disappeared into her mouth. My hands flew to the back of her head and pulled it forward until her nose was pressed hard against my body. She gagged but still took my cock as the third spurt went down her throat. I relaxed. Again she took control, her lips slid up my cock but only so that she could close them around the helmet. She sucked me dry. My cock was limp, red and sore when she finally let it slip from her mouth.

As she stood we embraced and kissed. I could my taste my cum mixed with her saliva.

“Are you clean enough or shall I wash it again.”

The humour and challenge in her voice were unmistakeable.

Before I could answer the phone rang.

“My 8 o’clock alarm call.”

Her words brought me back to earth.

“Bollocks, I’ve got a 9 o’clock meeting. No time for the shower I had planned.”

“I’d have liked that, another time perhaps.”

With that she got out of the bath, turning on the shower as she went.

“Shower here to save time.”

She left the bathroom.

As I was towelling myself she brought in my clothes, looking at me wistfully as I dressed. Anybody seeing her in the unflattering towelling bathrobe would never believe the sexual antics she was capable of.

We walked to the bedroom door which she opened, I turned to her, before I could say anything she placed a finger on my lips. Nothing to be said. I left wondering if I would ever see her again.

Late that afternoon I returned to the hotel. As I was picking up my room keys the desk clerk handed me a note.

“Lady Ann left this for you sir.”

“Lady Ann?”

“Yes, the lady you shared your table with last night. She checked out this morning.”

Now I knew why the head waiter had been so keen not to turn her away.

I opened the note with a tinge of sadness.

“Thank you for allowing me to dine with you, your company was very enjoyable. You have experience in areas of which I know little, the knowledge you imparted was quite an eye opener, very stimulating. I shall bear it mind in the future. We may never meet again but if you wish to further enlighten me you can contact me on the email address below.”

I grinned. Such an innocent note but with such hidden meaning, the invitation to more varied and exciting future pleasures quite unmistakeable. I went to my room, got out my laptop, plugged it into the hotel’s Internet system and wrote an email.

(To be continued)

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Mike sat in his car outside the hotel room wondering what the hell he was doing here. He hadn’t talked to Cindy in almost a year and then with only two days until the event he suddenly gets a Wedding Invitation with a special note asking him to come if at all possible.

He and Cindy had been “an item” throughout High School and had remained close, more or less, so without even thinking about it he had packed his clothes, jumped into his car and began the drive back to his hometown it was only after he had been driving for almost an hour that he remembered to call his secretary and tell her to cancel all of his appointments for the next two weeks. As soon as he hung up he started to wonder why he had said two week especially since he could be back to work in just a few days but decided not to worry about it. He hadn’t taken a vacation in over five years so maybe this was fate stepping in to tell him it was time for a break.

Almost if by instinct he drove to the second of the three hotels in town and now sat in the parking lot thinking. “What the fuck am I doing here of all places? And of all the rooms in the place how in the hell did I land up with this one?” Reluctantly, he got out of the car and grabbed his suitcase. Opening the door it looked like most other hotel rooms: two Queen-size beds, a TV, and a bathroom but the memories of that night instantly overwhelmed him.

He had been 19 and Cindy had been 18 when they had decided that now was the time to do “it”. Closing his eyes he could still see her laying on the bed waiting for him. They were “in love” but neither of them had any experience sexually so they had kissed and touched and then they had done “it”. Afterwards, they were both sore and embarrassed and had silently left the room.

They never talked about what had happened. Then life changed when his mother informed him that she and his father were getting a divorce and that they would be moving since she had gotten a job with the help of a friend in Atlanta. He had barely had time to say good-by to Cindy before they had left yet there had always been a special bond between them, so they had kept in contact with each other over the years with the yearly birthday card or occasional phone call. Maybe that was why he had come back for her Wedding; he wasn’t sure, he just knew that something inside had told him to come.

After getting settled, he walked across the street to the local restaurant for a late dinner. The food was as good as he remembered and he was relaxing with a drink when he heard her voice. Looking over his shoulder he saw Cindy entering the bar with some of her girlfriends. The past nine years had been good to her and she looked better than ever. Standing 5-foot 7-inches tall, her blonde hair framed her blue-green eyes perfectly before rolling off her shoulders and stopping just above her breasts. She was wearing a white, sleeveless top that had the top three buttons open giving everyone a view of her ample cleavage along with a pair of tight jeans and high-heels.

Jeans and high heels had always been a turn-on for him and Cindy had always known just how and when to wear them to tease the hell out of him. Shaking his head to clear the memories he looked back up and their eyes met momentarily. It was if all the years in between had disappeared and it was just to two of them again but then the moment was gone when she was scurried away by her friends to the backroom where her bachelorette party was taking place. Yet that moment was all it took for Mike to realize how much her still cared for her … cared a lot more then he should for a woman who was going to get married the next day. Quietly paying his bill, he walked back across the street to his hotel room where he finally fell asleep dreaming of her.

All too soon the alarm went off and he began to get ready for the Wedding … that is until he looked for his shoes. He checked the room … twice … and almost ripped apart his car but still no shoes. He was sure he had packed them but they were nowhere to be found and he has already going to be late so he slipped on his work shoes, gave them a quick buff with a wash cloth from the bathroom and headed for the church. He figured he’d slip into a back pew and no one would notice because of the ceremony but fate had other ideas.

When he entered, every set of eyes turned towards him a look of expectancy in their eyes before turning away. Time seemed to drag on forever until Cindy’s father slowly walked up the aisle and stood at the front of the church. Every face turned towards him, his anger apparent, as he said, “Ladies and Gentleman, I regret to inform you that there will not be a wedding today. Apparently, the groom had a previous engagement with HIS WIFE and left town last night. I apologize for the inconvenience,” and then walked swiftly back down the aisle.

The church burst into an uproar as everyone started to talk at once. Mike remained seated as he watched them leaving şişli rus escort the church and talking about how they knew the groom was no good and up to something or simply how sorry they were for Cindy. Mike sat there quietly, unsure what else to do, until everyone had left. Then, just as he was about to leave he saw Cindy enter the church from the side door and walk up to the alter. He could hear her gently crying but didn’t move for fear of disturbing her until she turned to leave and she saw him there.

Hesitantly, he walked up the aisle toward her and instinctively opened his arms.

She looked at him through tear reddened eyes and waited until her eyes focused on him, “Mike?”

He nodded as she stepped into his arms and melted against his chest while he wrapped them around her protectively and as she continued to cry.

Just then Mike saw Cindy’s dad enter the church and look at them closely. Recognizing Mike he nodded his head as he mouthed the words “Thank you,” and left.

“Oh Mike, I feel like such a fool. How could I have been so stupid? I’ve known Eric for almost a year now and never imagined this could happen. He always seemed to be “Mr. Right,” our interests and dreams for the future matched so perfectly. How could he have done this to me? What did I do to deserve this? I mean am I ugly or does it look like I’m that desperate that he’d do this to me? And now it turns out that he’s been married the whole time!” she sobbed.

Pulling her closer Mike whispered, “It’s ok, Cin. You just got mixed up in a bad situation with the wrong guy, that’s all. You’re not stupid or foolish or desperate and you’re definitely not ugly.”

“But what am I supposed to do now? I quit my job, moved out of my apartment, put all my stuff in storage and sold my car. The plan was that we were going to move to his hometown to open a business together after we returned from our honeymoon. I even gave him the money to put a down-payment on the storefront for the business; now I don’t even have a place to sleep tonight. My parents offered to let me stay with them for awhile, but I don’t want to run back to mommy and daddy like a little kid.”

“Well, then why don’t you get away for awhile to think this out?” Mike queried.

Still wrapped in Mike’s arms, Cindy stood quite for several moments before replying softly, “You’re right but I really don’t want to be alone right now, do you have any plans for the next two weeks?”

Mike stood there unsure of what to say. Here was the girl, now a woman, who had been the first love of his life asking him to go away with her for two weeks. Suddenly he remembered he had told his secretary that he’d be gone for two week and a question began to form in his mind before he was pulled back to the present as Cindy moved.

Reluctantly, Cindy stepped back and looked into his eyes, “Please.”

With that one simple word all of the questions and reasons Mike had started to give himself for not going along with her melted away and he answered, “Sure.”

Not another word was spoken as they picked up the last of Cindy’s belongings and left the church with Cindy still in her Wedding gown. Standing on the church steps Cindy stopped and looked at Mike “Did you know you’re the only one that calls me Cin instead of Cindy?”

“No I didn’t know that. Do you want me to call you Cindy too?”

Hesitating for only the briefest of moments, Cindy replied, “No, I think it would sound strange to hear you call me anything but Cin, besides I want to get away from all of this and Cindy for the next two weeks, so why not just stay with Cin. Besides I like the way it sounds coming from you,” she finished before walking down the steps to Mike’s car.

He’d laughed when he’d parked in the space reserved for the bride and groom’s limo but had figured he’d be able to get out and move it before anyone noticed yet once again it seemed as if fate had a better plan.

“So where do you want to go, ma’am? I’m at your disposal,” Mike bowed as he held the door open for Cindy.

“I don’t know. The ocean has always helped me forget and relax so why don’t we just head that way.”

Closing the door, Mike quickly walked around the car and slid into the driver’s seat before pulling from the curb and heading East. He had left the top down on his car and the wind seemed to blow all of Cin’s cares away as they drove towards the ocean. Then as if in a final gesture of ending the day’s events she pulled the veil from her hair and held it above her before releasing it to flutter to the ground behind her … never looking back.

Neither said a word until Cindy suddenly asked, “Did you know that this is exactly what I did after that night you and I were together in that hotel room?”

Mike almost drove off the road as he turned to look at her in surprise. “Well, that’s one hell of a way to start a conversation,” he said as he quickly got the car back on the road.

Cindy suddenly started to laugh and it was as if all the şişli türbanlı escort years away from each other had disappeared. They talked about everything that had been going on since their last phone conversation and reminisced about the things they had done together when they were younger until suddenly Cin said, “Do you care were we go for this get away?”

Mike drove on quietly for a few moments thinking. “Not really … this is your trip. I’m just the chauffer.”

Cindy’s face lit up instantly, “OK, then just pull off at the next exit so I can make some calls, then we’ll be on our way.”

Mike found a service station and pulled over to fill up with gas as Cindy, still in her Wedding gown, made her calls. When he got back into the car she smiled that wicked little smile that made his blood boil as she said, “Everything is all set. Just get back onto the freeway and head south-east until you hit the ocean. I’ll tell you more when we get there. By the way did you bring any clothes to bum around in or do we need to get you some.”

“To be honest I’ve been doing so much traveling at the spur of the moment lately that I always keep a bag packed with some jeans, shorts, swim trunks and a couple of T-shirts in the trunk along with a pair of old running shoes.”

“Perfect. Then let’s get going.”

Quickly resuming their talk Cin asked, “How did you know about the Wedding?”

Confused Mike glanced over at her. “You sent me an invitation.”

Bewildered Cin returned his look as she replied, “No I didn’t.”

Reaching into the glove box, Mike pulled out the invitation and handed it to her.

Cindy looked down at the invitation and became quiet for several minutes before continuing. “This is really strange. I kept adding and then removing your name because I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about me getting married. I even wrote an invitation, apparently this one, along with this note but I never mailed it. The last time I remember seeing it was about a week ago sitting on the hallway table next to some …” again she became quiet.

Mike could see that she was trying to remember the events of the day so he remained silent as well.

Then as if she had never stopped Cindy suddenly said, “… next to some bills.”

The answer to the question of how the invitation was sent suddenly became apparent to both of them and they laughed and simultaneously said, “Fate.”

Time seemed to fly by and Mike soon found himself pulling up to an ocean-front marina where Cindy directed him to pull into one of the slots reserved for those that had boats in the slips. Looking over at Mike she asked, “Still remember how to sail?” before jumping out of the car and heading to the Manager’s Office.

People all along the dock stopped to watch as she walked by in her wedding dress, while Mike unloaded the car. A few whistled as she walked by and made comments to Mike about what a lucky guy he was but neither of them responded.

When Cindy returned the Manager was with her and he opened the locked gate to allow them access to the piers. Cindy took the lead going down the slips until she stopped at a 33-foot long sailboat that was being prepared by the marina staff. “What do you think?”

Mike stood looking at the boat with the seasoned eye of someone who knew and loved sailing craft. “Not bad. When did you get this?”

“Does it matter? Let’s get this stuff stowed and get going”, she replied as she hopped onto the deck.

Throwing his bag into the cabin, Mike went through the pre-check and safety list with the marina staff as he familiarize himself with the boat and was soon cruising out of the marina in into the ocean.

Cindy had gone below deck to check the cabinets for supplies when suddenly Mike heard, “Shit, Shit, SHIT!!!”

“You OK down there?”

“Ya, just another fucking thing to go along with my day.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m stuck.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I can’t get this damned dress off. The zipper is stuck.”

“You need help?”

“NO, I want to stay stuck in this thing for the whole trip. What do you think?”

Mike laughed as he shifted the engine to “Idle” and went down into the cabin. Cindy stood in the middle of the cabin with her back to him, the zipper of her wedding dress partially down revealing the smooth, tanned skin of her back and no sign of a tan-line from a bikini top while her arms were across the front of her dress to keep it from falling forward. Mike found the zipper snagged in the satin of the gown and gently tried to get it to move without success. “This thing is really stuck. If I pull much harder it may rip.”

“I don’t care what you need to do but get it off of me,” Cindy quipped. “After what’s happened today I may just use it for an extra sail or a sea-anchor.”

Grabbing the zipper, Mike gave it a yank and was surprised when the whole gown slid over Cindy’s hips and landed up on the floor while throwing him off balance so that he landed şişli ucuz escort on the floor too. Looking up he was rewarded with one of the beautiful sights he had ever seen. Cindy stood there in only a garter-belt, flesh-colored hose and a pair of 3-inch high-heels. Her blonde hair hung down over her shoulders to her breasts revealing that she must have done her share of topless sunbathing since there was not a tan-line to be seen and her nipples seemed to be growing as he stared at them. Her hips flared perfectly and there was a delicately trimmed blonde triangle of hair above her slit. Faintly he could smell her essence as he looked up into her blue eyes and saw not only surprise but … excitement? Neither moved for what seemed like an eternity until a wave hit the side of the boat bringing them back to reality.

“Like what you see?” Cindy asked as she took a comical pose with her hands on her hips exposing herself to him.

“Hell, ya. I’d have to be crazy not to like it. You’re gorgeous,” he relied as he felt his cock hardening.

Instantly Cindy began to cry as she sat down, “I’m glad someone thinks I’m beautiful. I can’t believe that son-of-a-bitch was married. All the plans we made together, all the promises made … it was all a lie … a fucking lie!”

Mike quickly knelt up and wrapped his arms around her again as he drew her close. Leaning her head on his shoulder he stroked her hair and whispered quietly that everything would be “OK”. The fact she was almost naked only seemed to heighten his emotions. Holding her in his arms he knew, without a doubt, how much he still cared for her and that no matter what had happened before he wanted to take care of Cindy and protect her from ever being hurt again.

Slowly Cindy’s tears stopped and her hand slid down to the front of his pants, surprising both of them as she gently squeezed Mike’s hardened cock. Now it was Mike’s turn to be embarrassed as he stammered “Cin, I can explain … when I saw you standing there my body just reacted. I’m really sorry.”

Instead of removing her hand Cin slowly began to rub against the hump forming on his pants. “Mike, I know this is going to sound really corny … almost like those romance novels you can buy at the store, but being here like this suddenly brought a lot of things into perspective.” Lifting her head she looked directly at Mike, “Every guy, and I mean every guy that I’ve ever dated or been with, I’ve compared to you. Sometimes, I’d fantasize that it was you holding my hand, or kissing me, or undressing me and making love to me. I’ve never regretted what happened that first night together, what I have regretted was that we didn’t do it again … and again until we had learned to do “it” right and how to please each other.

Tonight was supposed to be my Wedding Night and I don’t want to go to bed alone. I’m don’t want you to think I’m doing this on the rebound. I want to go to bed with someone who truly cares about me.”

Pulling away, she stood, pulling Mike with her before walking to the bunk and grabbing a small bag she had brought on-board with her while giving Mike another look at her magnificent body. Each step she took away from him made her hips sway enticingly and her legs stretch and tighten in her high-heels. When she leaned over for her bag he could see one of her breasts as it hung below her chest, firm and inviting. After retrieving a small box wrapped in silver and gold paper she turned and walked back towards him never trying to hide anything from him.

Taking a quick inventory Mike realized that Cindy had definitely grown up to be a beautiful woman. At 27 years old she now stood 5′ 7″ tall though she was closer to 5′ 10″ with her high hells. She had a 36C-27-34 figure that was tanned everywhere with the exception the faint tan-line of a G-string around her waist extending down over the junction between her legs. Her blond hung loosely over her shoulders and rested on the top of her breasts which were capped with a darker shade areola and nipples that, at the moment, were hard and pointing directly at him. Her blue-green eyes sparkled with an intensity and excitement that he had never seen from any other woman before and her legs were toned and shapely. Then for the briefest of moments he thought he saw the light reflect from between her legs as if they were wet. His body reacted as his cock hardened further causing the front of his pants to bulge even further.

So lost in thought about how great she looked Mike didn’t realized she had stopped in front of him and was lifting her hand to offer him the box. “Here, this was supposed to be for my husband but I want you to have it.”

Shaken from his fantasy, Mike opened the box and looked inside at what appeared to be an oversized condom as a bewildered look formed on his face.

Cindy came to his rescue with a large smile on her face and that twinkle back in her eyes, “It’s my diaphragm. I’m one of those women who can’t use ‘the pill’ so I’ve always used this to keep from getting knocked-up. Well, I had planned on getting one kind of ring today and then giving this one to my new husband to let him know that I wanted to have his children. We had planned on waiting until the business was stable but the more I thought about it the more I realized I’d be a great mother and didn’t want to wait, I wanted them now.”

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