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Evimiz o kadar kalabalıkta değil ortak karar alarak bu teyze.
info hikayemizi yazmaya karar verdik heyecan ve seks dolu hikayemize başlamadan önce evde kurduğumuz bu seks üçgeninde herkes halinden memnun aslında tek sorun evde ki oda sayısının az olması yoksa bu kadar insanın kaynaşması kolay olurmuydu

bu işin altından nasıl çıkarım diye düşünüyordum,kendiliğinden mesele hallolmuştu,ne kaddar zamandır canı istemiştir diye düşündüm,burağı hemen domalttım,stareyide arkasına tabi,noluyo demeye fırsat vermeden starenin önündeki aleti tutup burağın göte yerleştirdim,hadi bakalım sende geçir oğluna anneyi becermek nasıl oluyormuş görsün dedim,stare sahiden ya,piç kurusu şu an beende seni bi sikeyimde sende anneye atlamak nasıl olurmuş gör dedi,buraksa durma anne dayanamıyorum artıkk geçiryıl ne bekliyosun illegal bahis diye inliyordu,annesi oğluna geçirmiş,var gücünle sikiyor,oğlan altta zevkten iki misli olmuş yarrağını sokacak yer arıyordu,stareyi ayırıp domalttım

burağıda hayvan gibi irileşmiş sikiyle arkasına tabi burak kökleyinceannesinin aklı durdu,oğlum beenim,koca sikli oğlum sik anneciğinin poposunu siiik diye feryat ediyor,beende burağa geçiriyordum bu arada tabikiiiRıza nedense erkenden yorulup uyudu,beende elim önümde öylece kalakalmıştım, canım acaip sevişmek istiyordu,önümde ve bilhassa arkamda dayanılmaz biir istek duyuyordum,mut-laka biirisini bulmam gerekiyordu,girdim,burak yoktu,şenayda çırılçıplak uyuyordu, hemen yavaşça beenim katıma indim,içeri girdim,yatak odasında olanları gördüm,stare,burak ve feride üçü biir aradaydılar,kendilerinden illegal bahis siteleri geçmiştiler.
Derhal tekrar üst kata çıkıp,şenayı uyandırdım,beeni karşısında görünce hemen saldırdı tabi.
Dur bi dakika kızım,hemen beenimle aşağıya gel,bişeyde sorma deyip,elinden tutup,alt kata daireme girdik,şenay gördüğü görünüm, bakacak karşısında büyülenmişti adeta

burak annesini domaltmış bağarta bağarta sikiyor,feride de burağı.
Aleme katılmamamıza ne engel vardıki,zaten hepsi biirbiirini sikiyordu artıkk,gizlisi saklısı kalmamıştı.
Ablamı buraktan ayırıp,gel buraya azgın orospu,beenden diğer seni bu evde sikmeyen kalmamış,biirde been sikiimde tam olsun diye aldıım altıma,taktım aleti,geçirdimgöte,ohh hale haklısın biir sen kalmıştın,sende sik beenide tam olsun,geçir canlı bahis siteleri haleciğim ,sik ablacını,sırayla hepiniz sikin beeni,doyamıyorum been bu sikişe,doyamıyorum doyurun beeni,her tarafımdan sikin beeni,boş biir tek deliği bırakmayın,diye çıldırdı,ondan sonra koptuk,sabahlara kaddar,herkes biirbiirini becerdi, bazeen beşimiz biirden boşalııyorduk,işte o zaman kıyamet kopuyordu,gerçektende sikişmeye doyamıyorduk,sabah uyandığımızda hepimiz aynı yataktaydık ,hepimiz çook mutluyduk,artıkk kaçamak sikiş yoktu,herkes kimle,ne zaman isterse,rahat rahat sikişiyordu

Rıza gittikten sonra,çoğunlukla evde çırılçıplak geziyorduk,ama feridesiz olmuyordu,o herzaman en azgınımız,en güzelimizdi,iki kişi sikişirken daima o yardıma gelirdi,ailemize mutluluk kapılarını açan,hepimizin içiinde biirbiirimize olan,ama daima sakladığımız,içten içten arzulayıpta cesaret edemediğimiz bütün cinsel arzularımızı o ortaya çıkarmıştı,kendi kendimizle o yüzleştirmişti bizi,şimdi artıkk biirbiirimize olan cinsel arzularımızı giderebiliyor ve ruhsal olarak rahat ediyorduk.

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Bende bu sitedeki diğer hikayelerde ki kızlar gibi evden teyze.
info çıkamıyorum üzerimde ki baskılar yüzünden dışarı bırakmıyorlar erkek arkadaşım yok hiçte erkekle birlikte olmadım televizyonda ki filimlerden gördüklerimin dışında bilgim yokken apartmana yeni kadın taşındı kendini evli olduğundan deneyimli sürekli ona gidiyorum sohbeti seviyor bana ilk cinselliği o anlattı

Önce korktum kızlığım bozuldu sandım Aysel ablaya anlatınca kadın bir kahkaha attı yo, yok dedi o amcığın zevk aldığı için sulanıyor normal dedi.
Kız olduğum ve evde koca beklediğim için dergide gördüğüm gibi amcığıma bir şey sokamıyor ancak amcğımın üstüne fırça atıyordum sert şeylerle.
En büyük zevkim olmuştu artık bu kitaba geceleri kafayı gömerek amcığımla oynamak.
Hayal gücüm artmış hep bir erkek düşünür olmuştum.
Bu iş böyle olmayacak dedim.
Derdimi Aysel ablaya anlattım.
Kolay kız dedi bu gece bize gel gerisine karışma dedi.
bahis firmaları Babamdan zar zor izin aldım Aysel ablanın kocası yoktu ki evde adam bu gece şehir dışında kalacak ne olur dedim zorla tamam dedi.
Heyecanla gittim karşı eve kapıyı Aysel abla açtı.
Birlikte mutfakta başladık masayı hazırlamaya karnımız da açtı nede olsa.

İçki içer misin dedi Aysel abla bende olur dedim.
İlk defa icicem tadını bile bilmem bana kolalı votka kendine de rakı doldurdu.
Oturduk yemeye ve içmeye başladık seviyordum bu kadınla sohbeti hele de cinsel içerikli ise.
Ben alkol almadığım hiç içtikçe vücudum bir hoş olmaya başladı beni ateş bastı çıkar istersen hırkanı dedi.
Bende öyle yaptım Aysel abla yanımdan gelip geçerken söyle bir memelerime dokunuyor acayip zevk alıyor ama kadına diyemiyordum ki.
Sohbet uzadıkça benim Aysel abla kocası ile yaptıklarını anlatırken benim canımda yarak istemeye başlamıştı.
Açıkça kaçak iddaa Aysel ablanın kocasının yarağını yemek isterdim yani.
Bir ara ayağa kalkan Aysel abla sırtımdan beri ellerini memelerime doğru uzattı meme uçlarımı ezmeye başladı.
Öyle hoşuma gidiyor ki baktı sesim çıkmıyor kadın başladı beni okşamaya boynumu yalamaya acayip haz alıyordum kaçmıyordum kadından ya sarhoştum ondan ya da Aysel abladan zevk alıyordum.

Ön tarafıma geçti çıkar iç çamaşırı dedi sana bu geceyi asla unutmayacaksın dedi.
İç çamaşırımı çıkardım ayır bacaklarını dedi ayırdım kadın girdi bacak arama amımı eliyle şöyle bir gerdi.
Amım tertemizdi yeni temizlemiştim.
Amıma bir tokat attı canım yandı.
Diliyle darbeler vurmaya başladı amımın üstüne arada birde yalıyordu.
Ben bir ara bayılacağım sandım zevkten.
Aysel abla boşuna anlatmıyordu demek kocasının yarağının tadını.
Sıra sende dedi oturdu sandalye.
Bu sefer ben diz kaçak bahis çöktüm önünde hayatımda yapmadığım görmediğim şeyleri yaşıyordum bu gece aynı bende Aysel ablanın amını emdim bir güzel memelerini mıncıkladım acayip zevk alıyordum.
Aysel ablanın amını yalarken dilimle darbeler atarken arada bir çığlık atıyor ahhh diye inliyordu.
Dön domal beni bekle dedi.
Denileni yaptım domaldım başladım Aysel ablayı beklemeye birde baktım ki beline bir şey bağlamış erkek organı dedi sahtesinden.

Bununla idare edeceksin artık dedi.
Başladı göt deliğimi o yapay erkek organı ile okşamaya ama o arada içeri kocasının girdiğini ben görmedim zevkten.
Adam nasılsa madem hazırsınız deyip gömdü yarağını benim göt deliğime önce canım yandı.
Git gel yaptıkça alıştım yarağa kızlığım bozulmamıştı ya gerisi önemli değildi.
Aysel abla elinde ki yapay siki amına sokmuş git gel yapıyor.
Bir taraftan da kocası ile beni seyrediyordu.
Adam iyice abanmış taşakkaları amıma vuruyor ben zevkten çığlık atıyordum.
Nasıl olduğunu bile anlamadım ama götüm de birden sıcak bir şeyin aktığını hissettim.
Bütün dölle olmuştu götüm.

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Eskiden köyde yaşarken sevgili olduğum kızla yaşadığım kısa teyze.
info anımı yazıyorum sizlere o zamanlar iş sebebi ile büyük şehire geldim iş imkanı fazla diye birden gelince kimse ile vedalaşma fırsatım bile olmadı tabi zamanla hem işimde hemde bu şehirde çok yol aldım cenaze sebebi ile köye gidince duyduklarım beni kalmaya zorladı

o tamam ben ayarlarım dedi ve gülnaza not ben yazdım ve kağıtta onu beklediğimi söyledim, akşam hava kararınca bizim eve arkadan dolaş ben evde olacağım dedim, notu gönderdim ve hemen eve geçerek hazırlıklara başladım, hazırlık dediğimde evi falan toparladım , bu arada söylemeyi unuttum , ben köyden ayrılırken bizimkileri de yanımda götürdüm , yani bizim köydeki eve yıllardır doğru düzgün gelen giden olmuyordu, o yüzden biraz temizlik falan yaptım ve gülnazı beklemeye başladım,hakikaten de hava biraz kararınca balkonun camında bi tıkırdı duydum ve balkona geçtim, balkon bizim evin arkasındaydı ve biraz kör bir noktaydı, baktım camda gülnaz bana bakıyor, hemen camı açtım ve elinden tutarak onu içeri çektim, ilk başlarda camdan içeri girmek için biraz naz etti, işte biri görürse falan diye çekindi

ama sonrasında illegal bahis onu ikna etmeyi başardım, içeri çektim ve salona geçtik, önce biraz sohbet edip birbirimize alıştıktan sonra eski günlerden bahsetmeye başladık, benim amacım sizde tahmin edersiniz ki o kızı orada sikmekti, yanına kadar sokulmuştum ve hem eski günlerden bahsediyor hemde bel altı bir sohbet başlatmaya çalışıyordum,çok geçmeden istediğim kıvama getirdim ve elim bacaklarının üzerindeydi, hafiften okşuyor ve bacak arasına doğru bir gidiyor bir geliyordum, arkadaşların dediği gibi vardı, kız tam yoluna gelmişti, belki ben olduğum için biraz rahat davranıyordu ama olsun sonuç olarak tam sikişmelik

bir kız olmuştu, evlenmelik değil eğlenmelik bir kız derler ya tam o ayara gelmişti, her neyse elimi bacaklarının üzerinde gezdiriyordum ve zaman zaman amının üzerine kadar götürüp geri çekiyordum, bazen gözlerinin kaydığını fark ediyordum ve elimi biraz daha amına yaklaştırıyordum,sanırım yanlış olmasın beş altı dakika falan bacaklarını okşadım ve elimi amına götürüp getirdim ve sonrasında kız dayanamadı ve elimi tutarak amının üzerine koydu, senin olmamı istermisin dedi ve gözlerimin illegal bahis siteleri içine baktı, bende tabi ki isterim , çok güzelsin ve seni kim istemez ki gibisinden şeyler söylemeye başladım

kız bunları duydukça elimi amına bastırıyor ve sanki eteğinin üzerinden amının içine sokmaya çalışıyordu, daha fazla dayanamadım ve eteğini yukarı doğru sıyırdın ve külotunu kenara çekip amcığını yalamaya başladım , amcığı buram burak sex kokuyordu ve kız çok sex i görünüyordu, tam sikilmelik bir kıvamdaydı , amını yaladıkça daha çok ıslanıyor ve daha çok azıyordu, bir süre amcığını yaladıktan sonra kafamı bacaklarının arasından çıkardım ve,bakiremisin diye sordum , oda ne önemi var sen işine bak diye cevap verdi, bu hayır bakire değilim anlamına geliyordu sanırım ve bende ona göre davranarak pantolonumu indirip yarağımı çıkardım, zamanımız biraz kısıtlı olduğu için hiç fantezi yapacak durumda değildim , o yüzden yarağımı çıkardım ve direk amcığının üzerinde gezdirdim, amcığından akan sulara yarağımı buladıktan sonra baş kısmını kıllı amcığının deliğine dayadım ve içeri girdim, çok girmiyordum ama sadece başını sokup gerçi çekiyordum, bir kaç defa bunu canlı bahis siteleri yaptıktan sonra kız inlemeyle karışık, nolur gir artık diye seslendi,bende tamam canım dedim ve yarağımı köküne kadar, taşaklarıma kadar soktum, taşaklarımı sokmadım tabiki ama taşaklarım ben kızın içine girip çıktıkça kızın amcığının altına çarpıyor ve şak şak ötüyordu

kız öyle güzel inliyordu ki, diye sesler odada yankılanıyordu, zaman zaman elimle kızın ağzını kapatmam gerekiyordu çünkü dışarıya ses gitmesi bizim için iyi olmazdı, sonra kız başıma kalırdı ve kim bilir kimin siktiği bir kız karım olurdu, o değil bu kız belli ki bir erkekle yetinecek bir kız değil yani benim karım olunca da kendini siktirmeye devam eder, aslında bu kıza da o yakışır ,her neyse abartmıyorum yarım saat kızı altımda öyle bir inlettim ki kız defalarca titreyerek boşaldı ve hiç durmamı istemedi sürekli devam et devam et diye inliyordu, bende yarım saat kırk beş dakika durmadan devam ettim, sonunda boşalırken bende çok zevk aldım ve kendimden geçtim diye bilirim, deli olmuştum , boşalmadan önce yarağımı zar zor kızın amcığından çıkardım ve üzerine doğru fışkırtmaya başladım, kızın üzeri döle bulanmıştı ama hiç şikayetçi değildi, ben boşalırken her anını izledi ve üzerine geldiğinden zevk alır gibiydi, ben onu gördükçe daha tazyikli fışkırtıyordum.
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Bu sene tatile erkeğim gelmeyince orada yeni erkekler bulmam gerekti teyze.
info bulduğum erkeğimle yaşadığım fantezi dolu günleri sizlere yazmaya karar verdim hem iyi masaj yapıyor hemde iyi çakıyor önce gevşetti beni rahatlattı bol köpüklü suyla sonra içime rahatça sapladı o kadar iyi geldiki her sene artık bu otele gelirim

Nerede ne var anlattıktan sonra dolaşmak için yanından ayrıldım.
Hamam bölümüne geçtikten sonra kapının dışına gelen gülüşme sesleri dikkatimi çekti ve kapıyı yavaşça açtım.
Ortadaki göbek taşının üstünde turist bir kız yarı çıplak bir vaziyette uzanmış, genç ve yakışıklı sayılabilecek belinde peştamalıyla bir erkekte üstüne köpükler atıp vücudunu ovmaktaydı.
Kapının açıldığını duyunca gülüşme meraklı bir bakışa yerini bıraktı ve ben ne zaman müsait olacağını şaşırarak sorabildim.
Genç adam hemen kendini toplayıp bana dışarıdaki soyunma dolaplarından illegal bahis birine bikinimi koyabileceğimi, oradaki temiz peştamallardan birini örtünmemi ve 5 dakika sonra müsait olacağını söyledi.

Bende şaşkınlığımı üstümden atıp hemen soyunma odasına geçtim.
Temiz bir peştamal aldıktan sonra üstümdeki minik 2 parçadan oluşan bikinimi çıkarıp peştamalı sardım ve hamam kısmına geçtim.
Az önceki turist kıza çırılçıplak vaziyette su döktükten sonra sarması için yeni bir peştamal vererek hamamdan gönderdi.
Bende kurnanın yanına oturup göbek taşını temizlemesini ve benim için hazırlamasını bekledim.
Temiz bir peştamal serdikten sonra başımın altına koymak için katlanmış bir peştamal koydu ve beni çağırdı.
Ben tam uzanırken bana üstümdeki peştamalı çözmemi söyledi.

Bende denileni yapıp yüzü koyun taşa uzandım.
Peştamalı üstüme hafifçe örterek su dökmeye illegal bahis siteleri başlayınca sıcak suyun etkisi ile rahatlamaya başladım ve gözlerimi kapatarak kendimi genç adamın hareketlerine bıraktım.
Üstüme bolca köpük yaptıktan sonra benimle konuşmaya başladı.
Karşılıklı tanışma sonrasında ben az önceki kızın sesinin dışarıdan duyduğumu ve ne olup bittiğini merak ettiğimi söyledim.
İsminin Ahmet olduğunu öğrendiğim genç adam bana biraz suskunluktan sonra dokunduğu yerler için turist kızın bu sesi çıkardığını söyledi.
Bende o zaman bana da aynı şeyi yapmasını istedim.
Ahmet benim emin olup olmadığımı anlamak istercesine bakıp kısaca peki o zaman dedi.
Sırtımda dolaşan elleri biraz sonra bacaklarımda dolaşmaya başlamıştı.
Bu da çok hoşuma gitti.
Biraz sonra baldırlarımdan yukarıya yavaşça elleri çıkınca heyecanlanmaya başladım.
Ahmet benim sessizliğimden canlı bahis siteleri cesaret alarak elini amcığıma attı ve okşamaya başladı.

Bense zevklenmeye ve yavaşça inlemeye başlamıştım.
Şimdiye kadar kocamdan başkasının eli o bölgede dolaşmamıştı.
Ahmet bana sırt üstü yatmamı söyleyince hemen dönüp sırt üstü yattım ve olacakları beklemeye başladım.
Gene köpük yaptıktan sonra göğüslerimi ovmaya başladı.
Artık ben kesik kesik inlerken Ahmet başucuma çömelmiş bana zevk vermekle meşguldü.
Gözlerimi Ahmet’e çevirince peştamalının altında hiçbir şey olmadığını ve yarağının kalktığını gördüm.
Bu beni iyice azdırmıştı ki tam o sırada elimi Ahmet’in yarağına attım.
Başka bir erkeğin yarağını ilk kez tutuyordum.
Ahmet yavaşça kalkıp hamamın kapısını kilitledikten sonra yanıma geldi.
Ben zaten çoktan hazırdım.
Ahmet önüme diz çöküp yarağını zaten hazır olan amıma birden soktu.
Ben yediğim yarağın tadıyla inlemeye başlamıştım çoktan.
Ahmet’in benden önce başka bayanlarla birlikte olduğu geç gelmesinden belli olmuştu.
Amıma her yüklendikçe ben zevkten inliyordum ve belim gelmeye başlamıştı.

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Evlerine misafirliğe gittiğim yakınlarımda ev kalabalık olduğundan teyze.
info bana yatak odalarında yer yatağı yaptılar gece adam gelince ben uyuma numarası yaptım kadın bana aldırmadan adamı azdırıp kendini becertirdi sabah kalktığımızda da nasıl hoşuna gittimi dedi bende direk dudaklarına yapıştım bilerek yaptığını biliyordum

Çok sıcak olduğu için sadece şortum vardı.
Üzerimde çıplaktı anlayacağınız.
O halde uzandım.
Uyumaya çalışıyordum ki yengem odaya girdi.
Vantilatörün derecesini yükseltip türbanını çıkardı.
Gelip yatağına uzandı.
Daha sonra bana dönüp “ Dün gece nasıldı sence?” dedi.
Çok illegal bahis şaşırmıştım.
Aklımda bu konuyla ilgili hiçbir sorunun hazır bir cevabı yoktu.
Sadece “Çok kısa sürdü” diye cevapladım.
“En büyük problemimiz de bu” diye cevapladı.
“ Neden?” diye sordum.
“Bana kalsa neler yapıcam ama dayın istemiyor.
Çok tutucu bu konularda, yoksa uçururdum onu” diye güldü.
“Kendine çok güveniyorsun” dediğimde geceliğini beline kadar sıyırıp külotunun üzerinden amını okşayarak

Daha hala gerdeğe giren genç kız gibi sıcak ve darım.
” dedi.
“En çok neyi yapmak isterdin?” diye sordum.
“Ağzıma alıp illegal bahis siteleri doyasıya yalamayı ve ağzıma boşaltmayı, dayın bunu hiç yaptırmadı bugüne kadar ” diye cevap verdi.
Bende “Önemli olan ağzına alıp boşaltmak değil, onu herkes yapıyor, önemli olan ağzına dolan dölleri yutabilmen” dedim.
Yanıma inip şortumu çıkardı, ve yarağımın başına bir öpücük kondurdu.
Daha sonra bana dönerek “Deneyelim” dedi ve deliler gibi oral seks yapmaya başladı.
Bugüne kadar çok kıza oral seks yaptırmıştım ama hiç birisi bu kadar istekli yalamamıştı.
Deliler gibi yalıyor ve eliyle de masturbasyon yaptırıyordu.
canlı bahis siteleri Az sonra ağzına boşaldım ve tüm döllerimi yuttu.
Birer sigara yaktık ve bitene kadar hiç konuşmadık.

Sigara biter bitmez bacak arasına daldırdım kafamı.
Pamuklu, beyaz, önünde çiçek şeklinde bir danteli olan külotunun üzerinden kadınlığını yalamaya başladım.
Yaklaşık 3-4 dakika böyle devam ettikten sonra külotunu diz kapaklarına kadar sıyırıp bacaklarını omzuma alıp amının tamamına seri ve sert dil darbeleri atmaya başladım.
Belini bir yılan gibi kullanıyor, kıvırıyordu.
Beyaz, sperm gibi akıntısı ağzıma gelmişti.
Ona göstererek bende onun akıntısını yuttum.
Daha sonra yukarı çıkıp geceliğinin yakasını sıyırıp göğüslerini öpüp okşamaya başladım.
1-2 dakika da böyle geçtikten sonra kasıklarım patlama noktasındaydı.
Şortumu sıyırıp bir hamlede ve sertçe içine girdim.

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Ben sizlere sır gibi sakladığım seks hikayemi yazacağım evde teyze.
info yaptığım bu seksin yayılmasından çekindiğimden senelerce sakladım ama artık olan oldu giden gitti o yüzden yazmamda sakınca kalmadı söylesem de kimse inanmaz artık benden geçti yıllar önce aldığım zevkli seksi yazacağım

Been onun okuldan geldiği saati bildiğim içiin eve erken gelmiştim.
Eşiminde günü olduğu içiin evde biir o biir de been vardım.
Gazete okuyordum.
Esra içeriden bağırdı: .
Baba been biiraz yatacağım.
beenim de ne illegal bahis yapıp kızımı sikmek geldi içimden.
Odasının kapısını araladım.
Uyumuştu.
Üzeri açık ve eteği sıyrılmış, poposu gözüküyordu.
Aklıma onu uyutarak sikmek geldi.
Hemen mahalleye yakın eczacı arkadaşıma giderek biir uyku ilacı aldıım.
Eve geldiğimde aynı vaziyette uyuyordu.
Üzerini örter gibi yaptım.
Uyandı.
.
Baba ne oldu.
dedi uyku semesiyle.
Been de kizim su istemiştim dedim.
Tabiki ilaçlı su.
.
Teşekkür illegal bahis siteleri ederim babacığım.
dedi.
İçtikten biir müddet sonra .
Baba başım dönüyor.
diyerek uyudu.
Şu an sıra beendeydi.
Saatte daha 14,00 karımın günden dönmesine daha 4 saat var.
İşimi rahat rahat görüp hiçbiir şey belli etmeyecektim.

Kızımın ayaklarını ve ellerini yatağa bağladım.
Gömleğimi ve atletimi çıkardım, daha sonra pantolonumu çıkararak, dimdik olan yarağımın boyu 20 cm kaddar olmuştu.
Yalnız kizim canlı bahis siteleri alabilecekmiydi orası meçhul.
Daha sonra kızımın gömleğinin düğmelerini yavaş yavaş çözdüm.
Beyaz dantelli sutyeni karşımda duruyordu.
Bu arada dudaklarından da öpüyordum.
Daha sonra altındaki pijamasını yavaş yavaş çıkararak külotunu kokladım.
Sutyenini çıkardım ve sadece külotu kaldı.
Külotunu çıkarırken biir ne ne göreyim.
Kızım hastaymış.
Pedini yeni değiştirmiş ve kuruydu.
Ama sikecektim.
Amını tıraş etmiş ufacıktı.
Önce ağzına verdim.
Uyuyor amma hissetmediği içiin ağzına been girip çıkıyordum.
Olsun bu da zevkliydi.
Daha sonra bacaklarını omzuma alıp, götüne soktum.
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I was only 17 when my little girl Stacey was born, and she was only 11 when I split up with her mother. Well, to be precise her mother took off with Stacey to Cyprus with her toyboy waiter. I re-married a short while later, and got divorced again not much longer after that. With one thing and another I didn’t see Stacey again until about six months ago when, just after her 20th birthday, she decided out of the blue that she wanted to come back to live in England. I was a bit nervous when I met her at the airport, but when she emerged from Arrivals I saw that my little angel had blossomed into a lovely young woman, who I was proud to introduce to friends as my daughter. She moved into my spare room, and we soon developed a close, jokey relationship.

Every Friday night I go to a club a few miles away with my mates. It’s a pub cum dance hall where we go to try and pull birds. One or other of us sometimes succeeds, but most of the time we just wind each other up about our attempts to do so, see who can come up with the most outrageous chat-up lines, and sink a few pints of lager. Stacey normally went out with her own friends from college on a Friday, but one night she was at a loose end and asked if she could come with me. I agreed reluctantly, as I thought having my daughter along might cramp my style with the ladies, but as we climbed into our taxi I had to admit she looked a knockout. She wore a glittery black off-the-shoulder dress which perfectly complemented her shoulder length silver blonde hair and light tan. It also barely covered her bum, but I didn’t mention it as I didn’t want to sound like a typical middle-aged dad.

As we walked across the club car park, arm in arm, I saw a workmate who doesn’t know Stacey. He greeted me and, clearly thinking I was cradle snatching, complemented me on my ‘girlfriend’s’ appearance. Stacey put her hands on his shoulders, leaned very close to him and whispered something in his ear. He then gave me an odd look and scuttled off as if he’d just seen a ghost. I asked Stacey what she had said to him. She replied “I said this was our first date, but that my mum told me you’ve got an enormous cock.”

That was typical Stacey, but my face turned so red with embarrassment I was surprised çıtır escort it didn’t light up the entire car park! We joined my mates, and after a couple of drinks Stacey decided she fancied a bop, and disappeared onto the tightly packed dance floor. We eyed up the talent for a while, then I heard one of my pals talking about Stacey’s long tanned legs. I gave him a filthy look, then turned to look at my daughter, moulding her body to some scruffy kid I’d never seen before. I suddenly caught myself thinking “I’ll bet she’s a right little raver in bed.”

I couldn’t believe I’d just thought that about my own child! I don’t know if Stacey saw something in my expression, but she gave me the sexiest smile, and the most knowing wink. I quickly buried my face in my beer, trying to convince myself that I hadn’t just had incestuous thoughts about my little girl, and to ignore the stirring I felt in the front of my pants. When I looked up again Stacey made sure she had caught my eye then, slowly and deliberately, slipped her hand down inside the boy’s trousers and clearly began wanking him. He only lasted a few seconds, and I watched astonished as she walked laughing to the ladies loo, leaving the lad standing dazed on the floor.

Afterwards Stacey sat down with us for another drink. I was too embarrassed to mention her little floor show, but after a few minutes she asked me to dance with her, ignoring my protests and dragging me out onto the floor. As we danced her hand twice brushed against the rapidly hardening pole in my slacks, deliberately I thought. I put a bit of distance between us, but as the song ended she turned her back to me and wiggled her sweet little bum hard into my groin. I was now so stiff I had trouble walking back to my seat with dignity, but thankfully my pals didn’t seem to have noticed anything untoward. I sank gratefully into my chair, but Stacey had other ideas. She pranced over and asked if we could go home now as she’d had enough dancing for one night. I was actually quite relieved as I thought she was clearly getting over-excited, and the cool of the night might calm her down a bit.

As our taxi set out for home Stacey, giggling, started tickling me. This was an innocent game escort demetevler we used to play when she was small, and I happily joined in. Suddenly – she made it seem accidental – her hand dropped into my lap. Still giggling she squeezed my rock hard dick and half-whispered “I wasn’t wrong about you being enormous, was I?”

Before I realised what was happening she had shoved her hand down the front of my pants and wrapped it around my cock! I moved to pull her hand out, but as I did she grazed a long finger nail up the length of my shaft. The effect was electric, and I gasped and threw my head back as my prick twitched against her hand. Taking her chance, before I could get my breath back she had unzipped my fly, buried her head in my lap and started swirling her gorgeous tongue around my painfully stiff cock. I saw the taxi driver glancing at us in his rear view mirror, but I was beyond caring. I just wrapped my fingers in Stacey’s hair, and tried to put out of my mind who it was playing my dick as sweetly as a flute. I shot my load into her mouth just as we reached my flat. As Stacey triumphantly swallowed my jizz I tucked my dick back into my pants, gave the driver a huge tip, and rushed inside as he leered at me and wished me an enjoyable night.

Once I got inside my composure returned slightly. Trying to sound stern, I told Stacey that what she had just done to me had been lovely, but that nothing like it must ever, ever happen again. She gave me her big-eyed innocent little girl look, and said meekly “Yes daddy.”

After that I decided I needed a nice cool shower, so I went into my bedroom to change into my dressing gown. As I was stood there naked I heard the bedroom door open behind me. I dragged the dressing gown on and hurriedly tied the belt before turning to face my daughter – who was also completely naked!

She looked unbelievable! Tall and willowy, like her mother at the same age, with small but perfectly shaped breasts, a diamond stud in her belly button, wispy golden pubes and long, shapely legs. I couldn’t help noticing that her tan covered her entire body, with no white bikini marks. My mouth immediately went dry, and I wasn’t sure if I could even speak. I escort dikmen managed to croak “Stacey, this has to stop, now.”

She wasn’t any more convinced I meant it than I was. She gave me a sweet smile and murmured “But daddy, I was so good in the taxi I thought perhaps you might want to give me a special present as a reward.”

She emphasised the word ‘daddy’, making me feel even worse about the situation. As she advanced towards me, and I backed to the edge of my bed, it felt almost as if I was a nervous teenager and she was the mature, experienced adult. She stopped inches from me and I could feel the heat radiating from her body. I whispered “Stacey, please.”

In response she glanced down and exclaimed “Ooh daddy, is that for me?”

I saw with horror that my iron-hard cock had poked out of my dressing gown, and the burning tip was actually brushing against her thigh! With that she pushed me in the chest and I toppled backwards onto the bed. Stacey took her chance, straddling my chest and tickling her stiff little nipples across the tip of my nose. Finally giving up trying to fool myself that I was in control of the situation I sucked a sweet tit into my mouth, flicking the nipple with my tongue and enjoying the warm, salty taste of her sweat. My daughter needed no further encouragement. Scooting down my body she raised herself above me and plunged her pussy down onto my ramrod stiff cock.

After a few seconds of Stacey rising and falling on me I flipped her over, so I was on top, and rammed my prick into her like a steam hammer, my balls slapping against her arse, as she whimpered “Oh yes daddy, so big, fuck me daddy, fuck me”.

I kept going for as long as I could, but after a couple of minutes the sight of that beautiful face below me, eyes screwed up in ecstasy as she howled her enjoyment, was too much for me, and I exploded into my little girl, her hips bucking up to meet my thrusts and her finger nails raking deep across my backside. Then I collapsed, temporarily spent, beside her on the bed. After a minute or so Stacey leaned over me, her breasts cushioned against my chest, and gave me a deep French kiss. She whispered “Oh daddy, I do love you so very much.”

As she rested her head on my belly I realised that I would probably feel as guilty as hell in the morning; but at that moment the only thing that mattered to me in the world was spending the entire night making love to this beautiful, sexy, incredible young vixen who was smiling happily up at me as her hand cupped my balls.

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A Chubby Chaser’s Autobiographical Tale

Episode 1: First Contact

Hi, my name’s David. I’ve known that I was a Chubby Chaser my whole life. I’m apparently “hard wired” for it. But, knowing what you want doesn’t necessarily help you get it. This is the tale of how I finally “got it”.

Right after graduating High School, where I had been completely closeted, and just prior to this story, I had awkwardly tried to form relationships with a couple of chubby guys from my graduating class without any success while losing two good friends in the process. At least I didn’t get beat up for trying.

I wondered if anything could ever work out. I had no experiences and no resources of information beyond anatomical diagrams and unhelpful definitions from the Dictionary and Encyclopedia.

At the beginning of this tale, I was an 18 ¾ -years-old, fairly tall but scrawny, naïve and immature kid with no muscular development, the proverbial “99 lb. weakling” with zero body hair and very little pit or groin hair. In my favor, I was decently hung (although only I knew it) and had a face that was considered “adorable” and had “nice hair” according to a few girls in school who I avoided as politely as I could, per the strict manners I’d been taught. I wore my dark brown hair long, past my shoulders. It was full and styled with natural barrel curls, reminiscent of Barry Gibb’s hair in that era, but longer.

I was a soft-hearted, shy and introverted book worm type who was desperate for something to click with someone, somehow. Now on to the story.

In the late summer of 1981, I was yet again cruising the convention hotel near our house in Lubbock, TX. This time they were hosting a Precious Gems and Precious Metals conference. Following my regular circuit, I emerged around a corner to see a gorgeous, well-rounded, grandfatherly man. He wore a white suit shirt, tie, nice-looking navy-blue dress pants and matching shiny patent leather dress shoes as he backed out of one of the hotel rooms, still talking to an unseen person inside. I froze in place. This was the first sexual candidate I had ever found at the hotel.

He was around 6′ and 320 lbs. compared to my 5’10” and 120 lbs. His hair was silver tinged white and full but business man short. His beard was snow white, a goatee with an inch-wide run along the jawline. Both his hair and beard were well groomed. His lips were full and inviting. His nose and cheeks reminded me of the classic Coca-Cola Santa Clause. His eyes were metallic blue and dreamy. His thighs were stoat and rounded. His hips were wide and his ass was rounded like he was hiding two basketballs. His belly looked like a small beach ball. “Absolutely perfect!” I thought to myself. His apparent age of perhaps 50 something was an unexpected but powerful turn-on. His confident, masculine bearing and powerful Bass voice had me weak in the knees moments after first seeing him.

He glanced my way, sizing me up as I had tentatively begun gently rubbing my crotch and licking my lips, visibly trembling, standing 10 feet away from him. He rubbed his thigh in response. My heart jumped and I stopped breathing. My head started to spin.

He finished talking to the person in the room and then headed my way. As he passed me, he whispered in his deep voice, “Lobby, 1 hour.” Stunned, I wondered if I would have a seizure while I thought in disbelief, “This just happened, right?”

I waited for nearly 2 hours as the sun set and was beginning to worry he wouldn’t show. I probably would have waited all night, but he finally breezed through the lobby looking extra dapper now in his full, well-fitting navy-blue suit and a grey fedora with a baby-blue band that suited him perfectly as he headed to the Men’s Room nearby. I waited long enough that it would not appear that we were meeting there and entered the same Men’s Room.

We were alone. I was trembling again in the presence of this “Man’s Man.” I was anxious about my lack of experience and hoped I could please him and satisfy his needs. He growled his order, “On your knees, Boy!” I immediately complied, relieved and thrilled that he would direct the action, leaving no doubt what he wanted.

He unzipped and produced his already erect, rather thick 6.5″ circumcised member that tapered at the pink head. Just as I was ready to start, someone hit the outer door on their way in. I jumped up to the sink and he jumped in front of a urinal, putting himself away and then flushed, following me to the sink as I left. When he re-emerged, I nodded for him to follow me to a more secluded restroom near the unoccupied indoor pool. Once inside, we resumed our tryst as he unzipped and pulled out his stiff member, already glistening at the tip.

As I took him in hand, I felt an initial wave of passion that wiped away all my trepidation. I guess instinct or maybe past life experience took over as I unconsciously guarded my teeth with my lips and twirled my tongue lovingly around the tapered head, tasting the salty sweetness of his natural lubricant. The taste of him had me swooning and my mouth çıtır escort watering as I took that head directly into my throat without gagging and gripped it tightly with my throat muscles. With my face planted firmly in his soft groin, I had managed to get him past my Adam’s Apple. His, “That’s it, Boy. Squeeze it tight!” had me grabbing at it with my throat until I finally had to back off slightly for air.

As I worked my way back up, I lavished my tongue around his shaft like it was a frozen popsicle treat, wagging my head. I flicked the front tip just below the slit 5 or 6 times in a quick, fluttering motion at the top of each stroke before diving back down to start the cycle again, all the while rapturously caressing his belly and thighs and firmly squeezing his ass automatically, totally lost in the moment.

Each deep-throat clench and tip flick blitz (try saying that 3 times fast) elicited a growling grunt or huff accompanying a quick, involuntary spasm from him that seemed to travel through my body in a wave, driving my passion higher and higher. I slowly increased my pace while maintaining my somehow innate oral acrobatics.

When I checked, the awed expression on his face and in his eyes confirmed that my efforts were being well received. I swooned again at the affirmation and returned to worshipping his whole being with my mouth and hands, whimpering my deeply emotional response. This was the most perfect moment of my life to this point. I felt that we were one, that he completed me.

After about 3 minutes of this treatment, his breath quickened as he grabbed handfuls of my long hair on either side of my head, growling, “Here we go!” I let him take over without hesitation. He pumped 3 quick thrusts before slamming home, emitting a series of hushed, guttural grunts and snorts as he shot repeatedly into my throat sending volumes of his hot load both down my throat and up into my sinuses in 6 sizeable bursts.

Thrilled to be fully under his command and riding the wave of his response, I had a full body orgasm matching his climax, moaning and quivering as I gulped and happily swallowed my creamy reward then ran my thumb up the front of his shaft to get every last drop. I kept him in my mouth even after he released my hair, suckling and savoring our connection, wanting this moment to never end. I felt him trembling as he gently stroked my hair.

When he caught his breath, he withdrew from my mouth and used a white monogrammed handkerchief that read ‘ B T ‘ to clean himself off before tucking his deflating member away and zipping up while my body continued to tingle all over. I noticed my precum wet spot had seeped through my briefs, pocket material and jeans and was the size of a silver dollar.

He looked astonished at this young man’s enthusiastic, passion-filled debut performance when he helped me up from where I had slumped from my kneeling position and asked, “Where’d you learn to do that?” I replied with a thankful, intoxicated smile, “It was my first try. I guess it just came naturally.”

I realized immediately that I had just admitted to being a virgin. He looked around, seeming conflicted about his next move. He finally pulled out one of his business cards and handed it to me as he slipped away without a further word.

From the card, I learned his name – Brian T, the name of his business, his title along with an office address and phone number. He was the owner and president of a Diamond and Gold exchange company. He was obviously in town from Dallas for this convention of buyers and sellers. The last 4 digits of his office number matched the last 4 digits of my home number. That’s a 1 in 10,000 chance. I had hit the lottery in more ways than one, I thought with a grin.

I stashed the card in my wallet and went straight home to relive the experience alone in my room while I was still able to smell and taste his essence. After 3 heart-pounding releases, I hugged my oversized pillow, closed my eyes and drifted happily into the land of Nod where I had a wonderful dream about laying with him in his bed, safe and secure, wrapped in his arms.

Episode 2: Trip to Paradise

Six months later, after having been kicked out of my house by my asshole/homophobic father, I was feeling very lonely and horny in my tiny but affordable converted garage studio apartment with only a small AM/FM clock radio and my guitar for company.

Thinking back to when he had given it to me, I pulled Brian’s card from the secret fold in my wallet and decided to write him a letter. I wrote that I had really enjoyed his company during our brief time together the previous summer and that I’d love to see him again if ever he returned. I dropped my missive in the outgoing mail and went back inside to pleasure myself to yet another mental recitation of our previous episode.

To my surprise, he wrote back with a date and time I should expect him to pick me up with instructions to dress my best. I showered, scrubbing myself thoroughly, brushed my teeth and shaved my peach fuzz, using deodorant demetevler escort bayan and a touch of English Leather aftershave and cologne in preparation. I blew my hair dry and was pleased with how it looked, very bouncy and carefree. I was equally nervous and excited as I awaited the appointed time.

He arrived as promised and took me to his nearby, high-end Hotel. His rental was a full-sized Lincoln Towncar. He wore an expensive looking and apparently tailored black pin-striped suit with a daisy in the lapel that popped with his white hair and beard and set off his blue eyes. Next to him on the seat was a white banded black fedora. On his right index finger, he sported a big, masculine, gold ring with a large embedded Yellow Topaz, a 1″ by 1″ square cut gem. Boy did he look good.

I told him I felt way under-dressed, but that these were the best clothes I owned, a tan dress shirt, brown bell-bottomed Corduroy pants and a well-worn pair of dress shoes. He said I looked fine and not to worry. I slid across the seat to reach and caress his thigh, grinning broadly, while he smiled and ran his fingers lightly through my hair during the short drive.

He draped his arm across my shoulder, presenting the jeweled ring for viewing as we approached the hotel bar. I was old enough to enter any bar in Texas at that time, but hadn’t tried drinking yet. He proudly lied to our greeter that I was his Nephew and it was my Birthday, perhaps to justify our closeness. We had never discussed my age and I wondered if he thought he was sneaking me in. I did look younger than my actual age. He tussled my long hair over my eyes and grinned at me convincingly with pride as I grinned back, sheepishly blushing and rearranging my hair.

We were seated at a secluded, candlelit booth in the sparsely populated bar. An elevator version of Lionel Richie’s ‘Endless Love” murmured in the background. I giggled inside at the ironically appropriate timing. I smiled, sighed happily and looked deeply into his glorious eyes only breaking my gaze as our server arrived.

Brian ordered a double snifter of their longest aged Glenlivet Scotch, neat, and a frozen Strawberry Daiquiri for me made with a top shelf dark Jamaican Rum and fresh strawberries with rich cream. My drink arrived in a Hurricane glass complete with a tiny umbrella shading a fresh strawberry on top.

As I took my first tasty sip through the fat straw, I watched intently as he swirled the fine Scotch around the snifter a few times, palming the underside of the glass. He closed his eyes before taking a full breath slowly in through his nose over the lip of the glass with an unconscious smile emerging on his face. Holding that breath, he then took a small sip, lightly swishing it around his palette and swallowed before finally exhaling through his nose. He sighed in a sensual bearish growl as he exhaled and that smiled returned to his face.

When he finally opened his eyes, his smile quickly turned into a grin as he noticed my expression. I was enthralled. Never before had I seen anyone drink so passionately. He continued grinning and said mischievously, half under his breath, “It’s never better than the first time.” I blushed and he chuckled in a Baritone range. He had a precocious gleam in those dreamy blue eyes.

I had found my drink to be delicious and we both finished the first round about the same time as Brian signaled our server, wagging his ringed finger in a circle. After three rounds and lots of friendly, inconsequential banter and jokes, he signed the bill to charge it to his room and left a $20.00 tip on the table.

We then boarded the elevator to his Executive Suite on the top floor. As the elevator doors closed, he took my skinny hand in his plump paw, dwarfing it. I was happy as a clam and feeling no pain with a foolish grin on my face. As he led me to his room, I had to resist the urge to skip down the hallway.

Once inside the spacious Suite, he pulled me into an urgently deep kiss, my first, while enveloping me in his strong arms. I could taste the lingering, smoky Scotch as my eyes rolled back in my head and my eyelids fluttered in a passionate delirium, our tongues wrestling. After a minute or so, he stepped back and ordered me in an intense growl to, “Strip, Boy!” as he did the same. His dominating tone sent a semi-orgasmic shiver down my spine. I knew I would willingly submit to any command. He was in total control and it felt totally right and natural to me.

He carefully placed the elegant suit parts on a chromed suit stand by the wall as I folded my clothes and placed them on a wing-backed, ornately upholstered chair, noticing the excellent view of the downtown lights.

I marveled, wide eyed at his naked body as he finished undressing. For all of his weight, nothing sagged. His chest was covered in soft white fur. His breasts were full and firm. His skin was surprisingly pristine and unscarred. I went to my knees in front of him and reached for his egg sized testes beneath his erecting member that jutted dikmen escort bayan out from a snow-white bush at 60 degrees and bouncing higher with each heartbeat. Brian had other ideas as he lifted me up silently and effortlessly to lay me tenderly on the bed.

He placed me on my back on a bath towel that had already been laid out for me with one pillow placed perfectly for my head and another to the side of the towel, down at my hips. He placed my heels just below his shoulders with my knees bent to accommodate his ample belly as he stood at the foot of the King-sized bed. I totally knew what his intentions were and I was more than ready for the experience. I shuddered inside with anticipation knowing this was a moment I had been waiting for since puberty.

He raised me gently and slid the 2nd pillow under my lower back, effecting a more comfortable angle of attack. He grabbed the small bottle of lube that had been strategically placed under the 2nd pillow and hurriedly smeared my ass crack and slicked his now very stiff missile. He quickly lined things up then penetrated me and sank balls deep into my virginal depths in one swift move, holding there. My system spasmed and clenched wildly at the sudden invasion. I felt a shiver from his loins and I heard him exclaim in his gravelly Dallas drawl, “Damn, Boy! That’s Better ‘n Biscuits!”

Meanwhile, my eyes couldn’t have opened any wider as I stifled my scream, biting my wrist so hard I broke the skin. He paused for a few more seconds, still hilted, while I started to adjust. My scream quickly reduced to a whimper. He then applied 5 or 6 deep, sensual warm-up thrusts as any remaining pain subsided, replaced by a euphoria as I felt him steadily tagging what I later learned was my prostate with each pass. As he watched my face to see when I was ready for more, I plummeted into those blue eyes.

When he started up a slightly quicker pace, my body began to tingle from head to toe and my rock-solid 7″, standard width, cut manhood began to ooze copiously from the repeating stimulation of my prostate. Precum pooled in my navel and painted my lower stomach as each stroke seemed to push more of it out.

He noticed the sheen on my abdomen and got a gleam in his eye as he gathered my feet together so he could suck on my toes while starring at my reaction, still pumping me steadily. I thought I’d loss it right there, but he’d pause before edging me again. I felt my brain crackling from the massive, overpowering input.

As I neared sensory overload, I felt reality shift. We were connected at a cellular level. Time dilated and we were on a planet of our own. Nothing outside that bed mattered or even existed.

He apparently stopped the foot service when he noted my glazed, altered state. As I descended back to earth, I noticed his eyes were a little glassy and puffy as he grasped my forearms and I started moving into his quickening thrusts while I consciously synced my breathing with his. I continued to watch his facial expressions and tapped in to his experience, feeling his lust and pleasure as my own. He seemed to be feeding off my passion as well in a self-perpetuating cycle.

He was breathing heavily when he eventually slowed to his initial warm-up pace, dropping my arms and grabbing my thighs while grinding his strokes and rotating his hips, giving us both a new sensation. After catching his breath, he suddenly paused to glide his hands over my concave stomach and barely perceptible pecs. He had a soft expression on his face when he said tenderly, “So soft…So smooth.”

He had dropped a barrier but threw it right back up. He looked me in the eye with a crazed expression and asked rhetorically in his commanding growl, “Are you ready, Boy?!?” I whimpered a pleading, “Yes, Sir.” with tears of joy and desire welling in my eyes.

Closing his eyes tightly causing his nostrils to flare, he hugged my ankles tightly against his soft, furry chest and began pounding me with quick, full-length, punching strokes. I fisted the bedspread on either side of the towel, arching my back and kept my raptured gaze on his face. His animal passion was mine. As his body tensed and his breath caught, so did mine. Once he slammed into me one last time and gasped his ultimate breath, we exploded simultaneously in mutual ecstasy. I plastered my left cheek with my first volley and I could feel him pulsing deep inside me as I clenched the base of his shaft tightly with each of my successive bolts.

He collapsed forward over me, still hugging my ankles, folding me in half and placing his forehead on mine as we muffled our grunts and curses. We panted hard for a minute before catching our breaths and separating. “Wow!” I thought. I just experienced my first hands-free climax and the best sex I could have ever dreamt possible. In the afterglow, my body continued to tingle and I felt like I was floating.

Conclusion: The Reckoning

After quick, separate showers, we dressed to leave. He hadn’t said a word or looked me in the eye since our climax and I was too apprehensive to break the silence. I was filled with worry as he dropped me off back at my place, finally speaking to tell me goodbye and to thank me for a great evening with a quiver in his voice and a pained grin, his eyes slightly moist. It was far from the happy grin that I hoped it might be. That look really pulled on my heart strings.

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It was the morning of my eighteenth birthday. I was laying in bed being lazy, only half-listening to the movement downstairs. My folks were busy decorating the house for the big party later that night. I turned over, hoping to fall back sleep.

I started thinking about my best friend, Joe. I’ve known him for 12 years, but he moved to Arizona four years ago. He was seven months older than me, and had promised that he’d come home for my big bash. But things happened, and he couldn’t make it. I was bummed, but decided not to let it get to me.

My Mom came upstairs and told me that she and my step-dad needed to run to the store, so I should sleep and they’d get me up when they returned. Who was I to argue with that? So I dozed back off. I heard them when they pulled into the driveway, but didn’t pay much attention. Footsteps came up the stairs, but no one came in my room. I felt someone staring at me, so I sleepily turned over. I immediately woke up when I saw Joe standing in my doorway!

“Oh my God!”, I screamed as I jumped out of the bed and ran over to him. Joe is 6’2, a muscular 170 lbs, bright blue eyes and reddish-blond hair that went very well with his desert tan. He grabbed me in a fierce hug that I was only too happy to return.

We chatted the afternoon away and soon it was time to party. We danced, laughed, and the alcohol flowed freely. The party soon dispersed, and Joe carried me up to my room. He gently laid me on my bed and kissed me on the forehead. “Happy Birthday, Kel.”, he whispered, and turned to leave the room.

“Wait!”, I called to his retreating form. “Stay with me for a little while.”

He said nothing, just crossed the floor almost silently and sat on the bed next to me. I maneuvered my body to make room for him to stretch out beside me. My body language made it clear that I wanted him to hold me, to which he quickly obliged. His large frame engulfed my smaller body; he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and I molded myself to him. He rested his chin on top of my head.

“This feels good.”, I whispered. He just tightened his grasp, pulling me closer if that was possible. My ass was nestled against his cock, and I could feel his growing excitement. We had never even talked about being interested in each other that way…but there was no denying the want and desire that was there. I moved gently against him, and he drew in a sharp breath. “This feels really good.”, I said even softer, çıtır escort and with a slightly mischievous smile. I turned my head slightly so that I could look up at him. His eyes met mine, and if there had been any doubt in either of our minds, it was gone in that instant. He cupped my chin in his hands and kissed me lightly at first, then harder and with more passion. His tongue played against my lips, teasing me until he finally thrust it into my mouth. Our tongues dueled and danced, his tracing my teeth lightly, tickling; mine tracing his lips. He broke the kiss, and I had a sinking feeling that he had changed his mind. I was happy to see that I was wrong.

He stood up long enough to remove his shirt, exposing his bronze, rippled chest. I took that moment to fully appreciate the man he had become. I wanted him more than anything. My body ached for him. He quickly laid back down, this time on top of me, his hands on either side of my face. I wrapped my arms around his neck and our legs intertwined as we rolled around on the bed. He kissed me again and again, nibbled my lips, then moved to my ears and down my neck. I played with his hair lightly as he moved from my neck to my still covered breasts. I was breathing heavily, my chest heaving , making my 40D tits look even more inviting. He pulled my shirt up, exposing my melons to his appreciative gaze. His hands went wild on my bare flesh, kneading, pinching, twisting the nipples until they became hard. I moaned with pleasure; no one had ever made me feel this good before. He lowered his head and began to suck my right breast as his hand played with my left. I was so incredibly hot…I felt like I was going to explode. He changed sides, teasing and sucking my left tit until it too was covered in his saliva. He looked up at me and grinned before tracing a wet trail down my flat stomach to the waistband of my pants. His large hands unbuttoned them, but he let his teeth do the rest. He knew I was turned on, but he didn’t realize how much so until he removed my jeans and saw the large wet spot on my silky panties.

“Jesus!”, he muttered. He hooked his thumbs underneath the flimsy material and slid them down my legs. He just stared at my smooth pussy as if he were admiring a piece of treasured artwork. I spread my legs farther, and that was the only cue he needed. He quickly dived into my snatch like a dog on a hot summer day. He licked my outer lips, teasing my clit demetevler escort by lightly blowing on it until I squirmed. He stuck the tip of his tongue into my hot hole making me beg for more.

“Please!”, I whispered. My whole body burst into flame as he buried his face between my legs. He thrust his tongue in and out of me, then replaced it with one, then two, then three fingers as he sucked my clit. My hips raised to meet his pounding fingers as he moved them in and out with rising fervor until my whole body began to shake. I screamed with pleasure as the first orgasm wracked my body. He kept his fingers buried inside of me as my pussy walls clamped down hard. When I finally came down, he gently licked up my juices. I grabbed his head and pulled him back to me, kissing him roughly, tasting my juices on his lips and tongue. The fun was just beginning.

I laid him flat on his back and worked my way down his chiseled body until I reached his waist. His cock was bulging. I undid his pants and he lifted his hips off the bed. I pulled them down and he kicked them off, sending them flying across the room. My eyes widened at the sight of his enormous dick. He was huge! At least ten inches long and three inches wide. I wasn’t sure if I could take him, but I was damn sure gonna try!

I bent down and kissed the large purple head, teasing him. His body tensed as I ran my long fingernails gently up and down his thick shaft. I wrapped my lips around it and bobbed my head up and down. He let out a loud, deep moan as I worked more and more of his prick into my mouth. I relaxed my jaws and with one final thrust, it was all in. I slowly slid my mouth up and down, and we soon had a rhythm going. He slowly rocked his hips in time with my movements. My hands fondled his balls and I could taste the precum as it slowly drizzled out of his cock. I didn’t want him to cum in my mouth though. My pussy was aching and I could feel my juices running down my leg. I wanted this gorgeous piece of meat inside of me. I gave his dick one last lick before removing my mouth completely. He seemed ready to protest until I lifted myself up and guided my hot pussy onto his rod.

I had never had anything so big, but I wasn’t about to let that stop me. He placed his hands on my hips, and I grabbed his wrists so that I could lift myself up and down his thick pole. “God, you are fuckin’ tight!” he said against gritted teeth as dikmen escort he rammed up into me. He still wasn’t completely in, so in one quick movement we rolled over. He spread my legs wide, lifting my knees to my chest, opening my cunt as wide as he could. He guided his monster into my gaping whole, gently at first, then with one hard thrust, all ten inches were stuffed inside of me. I screamed…it hurt so bad but felt so good. He stayed still long enough for my pussy to adjust to his size, then he pulled almost all the way out before ramming me again. I wrapped my legs around his waist and began to match his thrusts. The slapping of his balls against my ass were the only sounds filling the room aside from our moaning. His pace quickened and I knew he was about to cum. He roughly grabbed my tits and yanked on my nipples, but the pain only made my pussy burn that much more. I felt his body tense and with one final slam he sent us both over the edge. Our bodies shook with the intensity of our mutual orgasms as he emptied his hot, thick cum into my stretched box. Much to my surprise and delight, he was still hard. He pulled out just long enough to roll me over, then he reentered me from behind. I pushed my body hard against his, and his hands reached underneath and played with my swinging tits. I buried my face in my pillows as he rammed into me again and again. I was loving every minute of it.

“Harder! Oh God yes, fuck me. Mmmmmmmmmmm…………” I had never experienced pleasure on that level. He leaned back, pulling me onto him so that we were in a sitting position, his cock never leaving my pussy. He licked at my neck and moved his hands down to my aching clit. I continued to move up and down on his shaft as his fingers rubbed vigorously on my clit, bringing me closer and closer to my third orgasm. “I’m gonna cum! Oh Jesus Joe!”, I cried out as his skilled fingers and luscious cock worked their magic. I impaled myself once more and felt wave after wave of delight pass through my body like a bolt of lightning.

He moved his hands up to my lips and I sucked his fingers greedily. He laid me back down, pulling his still-hard cock out of my sore cunt and bringing it to my lips. I took him in my mouth hungrily and watched his face as his body tensed. He fucked my face hard and fast, his cock sliding down my throat with ease. I grabbed his balls and kneaded them, willing his sperm to fill my mouth. I didn’t have to wait long; with a low, guttural cry, his cock spurted out stream after stream of hot, sweet jizz into my awaiting mouth. I swallowed every last drop and licked him clean. He laid next to me, snuggling close, lazily tracing circles around my nipples. I sighed with content; this had been a birthday I would never forget.

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In the late Spring of 2010, I began divorce proceedings from my wife of 10 years while my sister, Melissa, was close to breaking up with her live-in boyfriend of four years. I was 39 and Melissa was 28. At the time, I was residing in Indianapolis, our hometown, while she was residing in Omaha, Nebraska.

Residing about a 10-hour drive from each other, Melissa and I got together about every third or fourth weekend – a mixture each of us visiting the other or meeting at in between points in Missouri, Iowa, and Illinois. And every time, we got massively stoned on weed until we both passed out.

Far more than merely being brother and sister, Melissa and I were lifelong best friends and hard core weed buddies. I was particularly protective of her since I was 11 years older and she had a fairly strong case of Asperger Syndrome, which among other things made her hypersensitive and emotionally fragile. I had a big part in raising her from the start and also became her legal guardian when our mother died, when I was 23 and Melissa was 12.

She and I had lived together our entire lives until four years earlier, when she moved to Omaha for her current boyfriend. Feeling that her boyfriend was a bad match for her, I encouraged her to break up with him and move into my new apartment. I knew that she and I would be a great help to each other in recovering.

But that Summer, she was arrested for selling weed. She pled guilty in the hope of leniency, but she had three previous possession of marijuana convictions, and was on probation for the last of them when arrested for selling, so she got no sympathy from the judge. He sentenced her to five years in prison. I promised to drive out and visit her on the third Saturday of every month.

On Tuesday, October, 12, I received an email message on Facebook from a Kimberly Jo Blair, with whom I’d never had contact but knew was Melissa’s best friend and weed buddy in Nebraska. Her message read:

Hi, Steven! We’ve never met before, but I know that Melissa has told you about me. She told me that you’re coming out to visit her on Saturday and asked me to invite you to spend the night at my brother’s and my house. She doesn’t want you to have to get a hotel room every time you drive out here and she figured that we’d get along very well. We can hang out and smoke a few joints. I always knew that you and Melissa had an awesome relationship, just like my brother and me, but I never realized just how much you love her until she told me that you were going to drive out there to see her every month. That is so awesome and it’ll pull her through her time in prison. She deserves someone like you. Thanks for all you’ve done for her and I hope to see you Saturday! Kim

I immediately responded:

High Kim, it’s so great to meet you after hearing so much about you for the last few months! Melissa talks about you all the time and you sound awesome!

I promise that I’ll stick with her forever no matter what! She’s the best sister, fried, and weed buddy anyone could ever have, so it’s my pleasure to drive out there to visit her every month!

You’re so lucky that you’ve been around her so much for the last few months! I hope I’ll be around her so much in the future!

Thanks so much for the invitation to spend the night! It’ll be great to meet you in person and talk about Melissa and whatever else comes to mind! And as for the joints, FUCK YES! I’ll be so ready for heavy doses of weed by the time I get there! And Melissa told me that you’re a super blast to get fucked up with! Just give me your address and I’ll be there!

Thanks again and best wishes! I’ll see you Saturday and please feel free to write again anytime!

Hugs from Steven

Right afterward, I went to Melissa’s Facebook page, found Kim on the friends list, and added her. Then I lit a joint and set up a computer slide show of the 8,000 pictures of luscious female soles that I’ve saved onto my computer. I hoped that masturbating to those pictures would get me through the time until I could worship a pair in person again. Furthermore, delving into all those soles helped me release the tension of Melissa’s imprisonment.

Upon arriving home from work the next day, I got online and saw that Kim had confirmed me as a friend. I immediately went to her page to learn about her.

Her birthday was listed as July 2, 1984, thus making her 26 at the time. Her status was listed as “In a relationship,” and her “likes” included many pro-marijuana groups, which I was very glad to see, though not surprised. Melissa told me that she and Kim often did weed together.

Next I clicked on the pictures section. Kim was a white BBW. She was beautiful and had long, straight, sandy brown hair, almost to her waist. Her fat was evenly proportioned throughout her body.

The pictures showed Kim in a wide variety of places and situations, both indoors and outdoors, and she was always casually dressed. In many of the pictures, she was with a man named Tom, who was obviously her boyfriend. They had one or both arms around each other in many escort beşevler pictures and the look in their eyes was very romantic as well. He was a very fit man who looked like he was about 25 years older. His last name wasn’t listed, nor was he on her friends list.

Her older brother, Ken, was in several pictures as well. I knew from Melissa that Kim and Ken shared a house together and had a very close relationship. In several of the pictures, Kim was wearing sandals. Unfortunately, however, she was never wearing flip flops or barefooted. Furthermore, none of her sandal pictures gave a close look at her feet. I so much hoped to see them, especially her soles, when I met her in person.

The next day, Thursday, Kim responded:

High to you, too, Steven! I like that pun! It’s great to meet you, too! So I’m a super blast to get fucked up with?! Wow, those are big words to live up to! I’ll do my best! But I know that Melissa loves getting fucked up with each of us, so I’m sure you and I will do just fine together!

I’m with my boyfriend right now, so I need to go, but here’s my address and my phone number! See you this weekend! I’ll get the joints rolled in the meantime!

Hugs from Kim

I was already developing strong feelings for Kim, but I figured that nothing would come out of them, since she had a boyfriend and seemed very happy with him. Still, I was very happy to have her as my new friend and weed buddy. And it was nice to finally be able to talk about Melissa with someone who knows her.

On Saturday, the alarm woke me up at 3:30 AM and I left home at 4. Stopping just once, for gas, I drove from Indianapolis to the Nebraska state women’s prison, arriving a few minutes before the visiting time began, at 4:30 PM.

After having to go through a metal detector and get frisked, I was allowed into a large visiting room. Melissa entered just a few minutes later, dressed in an orange prison uniform. It was my first time seeing her since her most recent arrest. She looked exhausted, depressed, and embarrassed. She tearfully explained that having looked up to me for her whole life, she was ashamed for me to see her in a prison uniform.

Under prison rules, the only physical contact we were allowed was one brief hug and kiss at the beginning and end of the visit. We talked until visiting hours ended at 8:00 and she was tearful much of the time. Little of the conversation was devoted to our common interests. I tried that, but her heart didn’t seem to be into it.

Instead, she mostly talked about her case, and her fear that it would ruin the rest of her life and her relationship with me. I did my best to assure her that it would all be okay, and that I would stay with her forever no matter what, that she would always be welcome to live with me, and that I’d take care of her if she couldn’t get a job. She seemed to appreciate my words but not be fully convinced of them.

The time flew by so fast, it seemed like just a few minutes. We were both tearful as we hugged and said goodbye, but it was at least bearable, knowing that I’d be returning in just a few weeks.

From there, I went straight to Kim’s house, which was about a one hour drive, just outside of Omaha. The house was small and isolated, located on a state highway. No other houses were in sight.

I arrived at the front door with a duffle bag. I knocked on the door and Kim answered in just a few seconds. She was wearing a white T shirt, an unbuttoned plaid flannel shirt, red sweat pants, and white socks. I estimated that she was 5’5″ and 225 lbs.

“Hey there!” she said as she opened her arms, looking and acting like she was already pretty stoned.

“Good to see you!” I said as I took her in my arms and we had a long, tight hug.

As she let go of me, she said “Come on in” while motioning me toward her. She walked me across the room to the couch. And it was obvious from the smell of the house that she was as much of a stoner as Melissa and I are.

Since she had a boyfriend, I figured she’d sit on one the left or right of the three cushions and that would be my cue to sit on the other far side. But she sat on the middle cushion, which intrigued me. I sat down on her right, just a few inches away from her. Right in front of us was a coffee table with a cigar box, a 2-liter bottle of Diet Coke, and a large bag of potato chips.

Kim leaned forward and pulled a joint and a lighter out of the cigar box, then turned to me and asked “Are you ready?!”

“Oh yeah!” I said, sounding tired but very enthusiastic.

As she handed me the joint and lighter, she said “I figured you would be after the long day you’ve had!”

“Well yeah, but then again I’m always ready for weed!”

“Me too!” she said as I lit the joint and inhaled. I felt the THC go to work on my brain almost instantly and it was obvious that this was first class weed.

As soon as I was done exhaling, I handed the joint to Kim and said “Oh fuck, this is some awesome shit!”

“Wow, thanks!” Kim said. “My brother and I grow our escort balgat own!”

“That’s awesome!” I said as she took her first inhalation. “How long have you been doing that?”

“13 years now.”

“No wonder it’s so good! You two must have it down to a science by now!”

“Of course!”

“Have you been smoking it that long?”

“Oh yeah! Ken gave me my first joint when I was 12, and I’ve done it pretty much every day since!”

“Wow! I gave Melissa her first joint, too, but I waited until her 16th birthday!”

“Yeah, I probably started too young, but I turned out fine!”

“Definitely!”

“Melissa said you and her are a lot like me and my brother.”

“You mean as far as being super close?”

“Yeah, and also that you practically raised her, like Ken did with me.”

“Oh, was he your legal guardian like I was with Melissa?”

“He was never my legal guardian, but he pretty much raised me since I was six or seven and our mom’s health started failing.”

“What’s your age difference with him?”

“Six years.”

“I’m sorry about your mom, and I’m glad you and Ken have always had each other, just like me and Melissa.”

“Oh yeah, I couldn’t imagine not having him in my life.”

“Same with me and Melissa. And I hope that she’ll move back in with me after she gets out of jail.

“I’d be sad to lose her, but I’d be happy for you. I could never handle being so far away from Ken.”

“I’m glad you haven’t been.”

“Oh, me too.”

I felt so at ease talking to Kim and knew that I’d already be going after her hard if she were unattached. I was very attracted to her, she was a stoner, very easy to talk to, and her voice was turning me on as well. It was husky and she spoke in a pleasant near monotone.

After I’d been there about an hour, Ken entered the front door with a chubby but not obese woman who looked like she was about his age.

“Hey, Ken and Teresa,” Kim said, “this is Steven, Melissa’s brother.”

I stood up and exchanged greetings with them, as Kim handed the joint to Ken. He took one inhalation, handed the joint to Teresa, who also took one inhalation, then handed the joint to me.

While Teresa had the joint, Kim and Ken hugged each other tightly and kissed each other on the cheek. Right after Teresa handed me the joint, Ken took two joints out of the cigar box and headed off to bed with Teresa, as they said good night to me and Kim.

“Is she his girlfriend?” I asked after I heard Ken’s bedroom door shut.

“Friend with benefits is more like it!” Kim responded. However, she quickly added “Teresa’s cool, though.”

“That’s good. But I tried the friend with benefits thing before, and it’s just not me.”

“Me either. I had one for three and a half years and I’d never do it again.”

“Did it turn out that bad?”

“No, it actually wasn’t bad at all. We had a lot of great times together, and he even took me on a couple of vacations, but I fell in love with him and he never wanted to make a commitment.”

“Was he just afraid?”

“I think so. He was just coming out of a bad divorce. I met him through an ad on Craigslist where he said he was looking for a friend with benefits, and I really preferred a relationship, but I hadn’t gotten laid in nine months, so I was ready. And then when I was getting sex and getting wined and dined once or twice a week, and I’d fallen in love with him, it was hard to walk away.”

“Oh yeah, I understand completely. We all need both love and sex.”

“For sure.”

“What was your age difference?”

“19 years.”

“Did that bother you?”

“No, not at all. My boyfriend is 29 years older. I’ve always much preferred older guys.”

“For their experience?”

“Well, the main thing is the maturity, but the experience sure doesn’t hurt!”

“So who ended it?”

“He did, and he did it without warning. He told me out of the blue that he had just gotten a job in Florida, and he started in two weeks.”

“Since you were in love with him, that must’ve been hard.”

“It was. But I decided right then that I was never going to let myself be a man’s fuck toy again, and I found my boyfriend two months later, and we just had our first anniversary as a couple.”

“Wow, congratulations!”

“Thanks!”

“Have you two talked about living together or getting married?”

“No, but it’s all still great.”

“Do you think you might live together or get married someday?”

“I don’t know.” Kim still seemed very friendly, but now seemed reluctant toward me for the first time. Suddenly I became suspicious about her boyfriend not being on her friends list, wondering if maybe she was secretly involved in an adulterous relationship. I decided to pry gently.

“How often do you get to see him?”

“About four or five times a month.”

“Do you think you’ll get to see him more in the future?”

“Maybe someday.” At this point, it was obvious that Kim was uncomfortable, but she was still as warm toward escort batıkent me as she’d always been.

“Are your schedules conflicting?”

“Yes, big time!”

“Oh, does he have a hectic work schedule?”

Kim was now grinning and blushing. She took a deep breath and spoke nervously, and on the verge of giggling. “Are you open minded?!”

“Very much so! You’re welcome to tell me anything and as long as you’re not into kids or animals, I have no problem with it!”

“We’ll, I’m definitely not into kids or animals!”

“That’s good! But what ARE you into?”

She took a few more deep breaths and paused for about 30 seconds, then finally started to let it out. “Well, we’re going to be hanging out together a lot over the next few years, so I might as well just go ahead and tell you!”

“Okay!”

“Have you ever heard of polyamory?!”

“No.”

“Okay. It’s where people have more than one boyfriend or girlfriend at a time, and they all know about each other and approve of it!” I sat there speechless with a shocked grin on my face. After a few seconds, Kim continued. “It’s okay, that’s the first reaction most people give me!”

“Don’t get me wrong!” I assured her. “I’m not saying it’s wrong, it’s just different!”

“That it is!”

“So is it like having an open relationship or swinging?!”

“No, it’s actually very different! All the sex and romance is only between people who love and have made a commitment to each other. It’s just that some of us love and have made a commitment to more than one person.”

“How about you? Do you have more than one boyfriend?”

“Not yet, but I hope to someday, and my boyfriend has another girlfriend, who he’s lived with for five years.”

“Is that why you don’t see him that much?”

“Well, it’s not exactly that. His girlfriend and I have met many times, and we’re actually great friends. Tom loves us both equally. But they both have minor kids from previous marriages, and they’re afraid their exes would use polyamory against them in court.”

“Oh, you mean in a child custody case?”

“Yeah.”

“So I take it that you’ve never met any of their kids at all?”

“Never, and I doubt I ever will, at least until they’re all adults.”

“So do you two sneak around to see each other?”

“Sort of. When none of their kids are there, he tries to split his time equally between me and Susan, his other girlfriend. Usually, he picks me up here and we get a hotel room for a weekend or at least a night.”

“Do you all ever stay here?”

“No. I’d like to, but he can’t stand the smell of weed!”

“Does he do weed at all?”

“No, he hates it! If I find a second boyfriend, I hope he’s into it! But that’s one of the many cool things about poly. If I could only have one man, it would be a deal breaker if I wasn’t allowed to do weed in his presence. But with poly, Tom and I can share all the things we both love, and I can share other things I love with another man who’s into them.

From the moment Kim said that, I knew I wanted to be her second boyfriend, and decided that I was going to try to make it happen.

“Does Tom know how much of a stoner you are?!”

“Oh yeah! One of the rules of poly is that nobody keeps secrets from anyone.”

“How does he feel about you being a stoner?”

“He said if I like it, that’s fine, as long as I don’t do it in his presence!”

“So do you always get stoned first thing after he takes you home from a visit with him?”

“Yeah, usually!”

“So how’d you get into that lifestyle?”

“Right after my friend with benefits moved, I was listening to a sexual advice show online, and they were talking about polyamory. I was kind of freaked out by it, but I was curious, so I looked online and found a polyamory page for Omaha. Then I went through some of the personal ads and I instantly loved Tom’s, so I emailed him and we started dating. Then after a couple of months, he asked me to be his girlfriend and I said yes, so he introduced me to Susan, and she said she approved of me, so then I officially became his girlfriend. Then I took an STD test and it was all negative, so I showed it to them, and a few days later, Tom took me up to South Dakota for our honeymoon. That’s where we had sex for the first time.”

“Wow, that’s awesome!”

“Oh yeah!” Kim responded, obviously deeply in love with her boyfriend.

“Does Susan have a second boyfriend?”

“Yeah. I’ve never met him in person, but the four of us email each other all the time to work out our schedules. Usually Susan sees him the days that I see Tom.”

“Oh, that’s a good way to do it.”

“Yeah.”

“So do you all have to get everyone else’s approval to get a new boyfriend or girlfriend.”

“Yes. The rule is that before someone becomes your boyfriend or girlfriend, the person has to meet all of your current boyfriends or girlfriends, and they all have to okay it. And then, the new person has to take an STD test and show it to everybody.”

“That’s a great and smart way to do it.”

“Oh yeah, I wouldn’t do it any other way.”

“I wouldn’t either. I’m wondering, though, do people in your lifestyle ever have kids together?”

“Oh yeah, all the time. And that’s one of the reasons I want a second boyfriend. I want kids, but Tom doesn’t want anymore.”

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