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“Bu gece olmaz tatlım, lütfen, gerçekten çok yorgunum… Bak istersen göbeğime boşalabilirsin…” Bu sözler, seks hayatımın sonunun başlangıcıydı. Aşığıyla, saatlerce sikiştikten sonra, amı ağzına kadar meni ile dolu olarak bana dönmüştü. Bir saate yakın onu yalayarak temizlemiş ve iki kez derin orgazm yaşatmıştım. Başka bir adamın spermlerinin tadı (her zaman olduğu gibi) beni tahrik etmiş ve sikimi, onun içine sokup, sıcacık, az önce sikilmiş ve iyice gevşemiş amı tarafından sarılmasını hissetmeyi çok istemiştim. Zaten genellikle, bir iki sokuşta boşalır ve spermlerimi aşınınkiyle karıştırırdım. Ama bu gece, içine girmemi istememişti. Mastürbasyon yaparak göbeğinin üzerine boşalmamı ve bunu seyretmeyi istemişti. Onunla tartışamayacak kadar azmıştım. Ben de, yarrağımı elime alıp ayrık bacaklarının arasına diz çöküp, kendi kendimi okşamaya başladım. Yüzünde doygun ve memnun bir gülümsemeyle, öylece uzanmış, sikimi sıvazlamamı izliyordu. Uzun sürmedi, kasıklarımda muhteşem bir sancıyla boşalmaya başladım. Bembeyaz spermlerimi göbeğine ve şişmiş amcık dudaklarına fışkırtıyordum. „Menilerini temizle…“ diye emreder gibi söyledi. Ben de memnuniyetle yalayarak temizledim.
Tatlı karım hemencecik uykuya daldı. Ben de yanına kıvrılıp ona iyice sokuldum. Seksin kokusu harikaydı. Harika bir orgazm yaşamıştım ve kendi öz karımın içene girmeme izin vermemesine çok takmamıştım. Bu hoş bir şey değildi belki ama başka bir adamla sikişmesini seyretme fantezimi gerçekleştirdiğinden dolayı da çok mutluydum.
Onu başka erkeklerle birlikteyken görmeyi arzuladığımda birkaç yıllık evliydik. Bir partide karımı başka bir adamla samimi bir şekilde konuşurken gördüğümde bu fanteziyi kurmaya başladım. Karım onunla konuşurken, öyle güzel öyle seksiydi ki; bu açıkça adamı iyice tahrik etmişti. Birlikte dans etmişlerdi. Daha sonra karım, dans ederken adamın sertleşmiş sikinin karnına baskı yaptığını söylemişti. O gece yatakta hiç olmadığı kadar iyi bir performans göstermiş ve karımın övgülerine mazhar olmuştum.
Bu olaydan sonra yavaş yavaş, onun başka bir erkekle yapması konusunda konuşmaya başladık. Başlarda, ciddi olduğuma inanmadı, onu ciddi olduğuma inandırmak biraz zamanımı aldı.
Bir gün, bana sürpriz yaparak, işten bir erkek arkadaşıyla bir iş seyahatine gideceğini ve o adamla ilgili fantezilerinin olduğunu söyledi. Ben de onları izlemek isteğimi söyledim, ama o, ilk defasında rahat hareket etmek istediğini, bu nedenle ilk defasında yalnız başına gitmeye karar verdiğini söyledi. Onu öptüm ve aşığına yolladım. O gece yatağa uzanıp karımın sikilişini düşündüm. Ve uyumadan önce iki kez mastürbasyon yaptım.
Ertesi sabah karım aradı ve bana bir sürprizi olduğunu söyledi. Söylemesi için yalvardım ama o sadece güldü ve bu gece geç vakit eve döneceğini onu beklemememi, uyumamı söyledi. Telefonu kapatınca, onun aşığıyla sikişmesini düşünerek yeniden mastürbasyon yaptım. O gün işte nasıl vakit geçirdiğimi bilemedim. Dikkatimi bir türlü işe veremedim ve erkenden eve geldim. Bir buket çiçek aldım ve yatağa gitmeden önce evi baştan aşağı temizleyip topladım. Uyumayı denedim ama olmadı. İki kez daha mastürbasyon yaptım ve nihayet yorulup uykuya daldım.
Gece bir vakit, karımın yatağa, yanıma süzülerek girmesiyle uyandım. Uzanıp onu tuttum, sevinçle anladım ki tamamen çıplaktı. Bana doğru çekip öptüm. Nefesi alkol kokuyordu, konuşurken hafif dili dolaşıyordu. İş arkadaşının az önce işine boşaldığını söyleyerek, elimi tuttu ve amına götürdü. Önce ateş gibi yanan amının sıcaklığını hissettim. Ardından parmağını dudaklarının arasına kaydırınca ne kadar ıslak ve kaygan olduğunun farkına vardım. Parmaklarımı amına doğru bastırıp amcık dudaklarını onların üzerine doladı. “Bunun ne olduğunu biliyor musun?” diye kulağıma fısıldadı.
Dolaşan diliyle söylediklerini pek anlamadığımdan “neyin ne olduğu?” diye sordum.
Parmaklarımı amının içine iyice bastırarak “bunun” diye yanıtladı.
“Karımın, güzel, daracık ve kaygan amcığı” diye yanıtladım.
“Senin karının, güzel, daracık ve iyice sikilmiş amcığı” diye düzeltti.
Duyduklarıma inanamadım ama doğru olmasını diliyordum. Amcığı sırılsıklamdı. Biraz parmağımla okşadım, karım hemen yüksek sesle inlemeye başladı. O kadar mastürbasyon yapmama rağmen, yeniden azmış, sikim yeniden sertleşmişti. Karımın üzerine çıkıp, benim için ayırdığı bacaklarının arasına girdim. Sikim kolayca karımın içine kaymıştı. Yavaş yavaş içinde gidip gelmeye başladım. Karım da beni daha derine gireyim diye içine çekiyordu. İş arkadaşını ismini söyleyerek, bana (daha doğrusu ona) “içime boşal” diye yalvarırken, ben gelmek üzereydim. Dediğini yaptım ve içine spermlerimi pompalamaya başladım. Karımın üzerine yığıldım ve vücudunun ulaşabildiğim her yerini öpmeye başladım. Ağzımı aşağılara, amına doğru kaydırıp, benim spermlerimi ve onun amının suyunu tattım. Tabi ki diğer adamın spermlerini de… Klitorisi iyice şişmişti, ağzımın içene alıp emdim. Sıvılar damlayan amının kokusu muhteşemdi. Onun da boşalması kolayca olmuş, muhteşem bir orgazm yaşamıştı. Gevşeyip rahatlamadan önce uzun çığlıklar atmış inlemiş ve defalarca amını yüzüme bastırmıştı.
Sonra yeniden vücudunu öperek yukarılara çıktım ve dudaklarını öperken bana «teşekkürler aşkım » dedi. Bana mı dedi yoksa iş arkadaşına anlayamadım, ama kime dediğinin hiç önemi yoktu… Bir birimize sokulup sarılarak kolayca uykuya daldık.
Ertesi sabah uyandığımda yatakta yalnızdım. Çarşafta kocaman ıslak bir leke ve yerde bir gece önce karımın çıkardığı kirli giysileri vardı. Karımın külotunu yerden alıp inceledim. Çok nemliydi ve çok ağır bir kokusu vardı. Başka bir herifin spermlerinin bu külotu ıslatmış olması fikri çok hoşuma gitmişti. Şeytan mastürbasyon yap diyor ama işe gitmem gerekiyordu. Karım erkenden kalkmış ve işe gitmişti. Bu gün cumaydı ve hemen hafta sonu planlarını yapmaya başlamıştım. Karımın bu ilk seks macerasını dinlemek için sabırsızlanıyordum.
İşe vardıktan kısa süre sonra telefon çaldı. Arayan harika karımdı. Neler hissettiğim konusunda endişe etmişti ve ne diyeceğimi merak ediyordu. Hiç mutlu olmadığım kadar mutlu olduğumu söyledim ve endişe etmemesi konusunda onu ikna ettim. İkimizde işte olduğumuz için daha fazla konuşamıyorduk, o nedenle akşama bir lokantada buluşmak üzere randevulaştık. Öğle yemeği tatilinde dışarı çıktım ve karıma hediye olarak bir kolye satın aldım. Onu ne kadar sevdiğimi bilmesini istiyordum.
Yemek harika geçti. Sohbet ettik, içtik, bir birimizi ne kadar sevdiğimizi anlattık. Yaşadığı deneyimi en ince ayrıntısına kadar anlatmasını istedim. Ama bunun bizi azdıracağını bildiğimizden yemek bitene kadar konuşmamaya karar verdik. Ona hediyemi verdim. Küçük bir çığlık attı. Hala onu sevip sevmediğimi ısrarla soruyordu. Onu çok sevdiğimi her zaman da seveceğimi söyledim.
Yemekten sonra arabaya bindik, ben araba kullanırken, daha otoparktan çıkmadan karım pantolonumun fermuarını açıp sikimi eline aldı, okşamaya başladı. Bir yandan da iki gece önce neler yaptığını anlatıyordu. Seyahatleri önce bir uçak yolculuğu ile başlamış. Karım ve iş arkadaşı işten çıktıktan sora seyahate başladıkları için biraz geç bir vakit varmışlar otellerine. Karım, yatmadan önce hafif bir şeyler yemeyi önermiş, o da kabul etmiş. Yemekten önce de biraz içmişler. Sanırım, karım bu içkilerden sonra oldukça rahatlamıştır. Karımın dediğine göre, konuyu sekse getirince nasıl tepki vereceğini gözleyecekmiş. Tam burada bir soruyla sözünü kestim; „Adam kimdi?“ Karım bilmemi istemediğini söyledi. Gizli bir aşık fikri çok hoşuna gidiyormuş. Hâlbuki ellerinin içinde tuttuğu yarrağımın sertliğinden ne kadar heyecan verici olduğunu anlayıp söyleye bilirdi. Ama söylemese de önemli değildi. Neyse, karımın seks konusuna girmesine beklediği gibi olumlu karşılık vermiş. Flörte başlamışlar, birlikte adamın odasına çıkmadan önce de karım ellerini onun bacakları üstüne koyup, her şeyi istediğini belli etmiş.
Daha fazla ayrıntı istiyordum ama bu arada da eve ulaşmıştık. Arabadan iner inmez, doğruca yatak odamıza yönelip, hızla giysilerimizi çıkarıp, kendimizi çırıl çıplak yatağa attık. Ben hemen başımı bacakları arasına, amına gömdüm. Öyle inanılmaz şekilde tahrik olmuştu ki hemen boşaldı. Sırt üstü yatıp onu sikimin üzerine çektim. O üzerime çıkınca, ona bakıp ne kadar şanslı bir adam olduğumu düşündüm. Sonra aşığı ile yaşadıklarını anlatmasını istedim. O kaldığı yerden devam etti. Daha asansörün kapısı kapanır kapanmaz eyleme başlamışlar. Adam uzanıp, karımın eteğinin altından, külotunu aşağıya çekip çıkarmış. Karım ayağını kaldırarak külotunu asansörün zeminine bırakmış. Koridordan adamın odasına giderken, birilerine asansörde o haldeyken yakalanıp, rezil olabileceklerini konuşup gülüşmüşler.
Karım, odaya girer girmez hemen nasıl dizleri üstüne çöküp, adamın sikini pantolonundan dışarı çıkardığını anlattı. Ne kadar büyük olduğunu ve sertleştiği için dışarı çıkarmakta ne kadar zorlandığını anlattı. Bir dakika kadar beceriksizce uğraştığını, ama onu dışarı çıkarabilmek için pantolonu tamamen çıkardığı anlattı. Bu arada da benim yarrağım üzerinde aşağı yukarı hareket ediyordu ve bu beni orgazma doğru götürüyordu. O ne kadar büyük bir siki olduğunu ve ağzına ne kadar zorlukla sığdığını anlatmaya devam ediyordu. Ne kadar iri taşakları olduğunu anlatırken, gerildim ve içine boşalmaya başladım.
Macerasını bana anlatırken karım gerçekten çok tahrik olmuştu. Üzerime doğru hareket edip, amını ağzımın üzerine yerleştirdi. Amının dudaklarını ve içinden geriye akan benim menilerimi yalamaya başladım. O anlatmaya devam etti. Adamın onu nasıl tutup ayağa kaldırdığını, nasıl derin derin öpüştüklerini anlattı. Sonra külotunu tamamen çıkarıp, onu kucaklayıp yatağa taşıdığını anlattı. Adam soyunmasını bitirdiğinde, karım yatakta, adamın vücuduna ve iyice sertleşmiş yarrağının emrine amade, bekliyormuş. Biraz nefes almak için yalamaya ara verdiğim de, adamın sikinin ne kadar büyük olduğunu sordum. Boyunun yirmi santim kadar olduğunu tahmin ettiğini ve oldukça kalın olduğunu söyledi. Benim ondört santimlik aletimle karşılaştırılamayacağını biliyordum. Bu bana garip bir acı ve mutluluk verdi.
Karım başımı ileri doğru iterek, klitorisini dudaklarımın arasına yerleştirdi. Yatağa birlikte yan yana yattıklarını, uzun uzun öpüştüklerini, kendisinin hemen acele acele yapmak istediği şeylere izin vermediğini anlatmaya devam etti. Sikini içinde istediğini, çok arzuladığın, içine girmesini söylemesine karşın o gülerek beklemesini, daha hoşça vakit geçireceklerini söylemiş. Bizim seks yaşamımızdan ne kadar farklı olduğunu şaşırarak bir daha düşündüm. Karım sikmesi için adama yalvarıyor, oysa her zaman ben yalvarmışımdır karıma…
Amını yeniden yalamaya başladığımda orgazma yaklaştığını hissediyordum. „Sonra, beni yataktan indirdi ve soyundum“ diye ve „başka bir erkeğin önünde çıplak olmak çok hoştu ve bu beni daha da azdırmıştı“ diye devam etti. Soluk soluğa kalmıştı ve amı benim yüzümün üstündeyken şiddeti bir şekilde boşalmıştı. Ardından kollarımın arasına yığılıp kaldı ve uzun süre öyle kaldı.
„Peki, nasıl bir duyguydu?“ diye sorarak sessizliği bozdum.
Yanaklarımdan öperek, fısıldayarak „öğrenmek istediğinden emin misin?“ diye sordu.
Gerçekten emin değildim ama öğrenmek zorundaydım. Başımla evet anlamında onayladım.
„Şaşkınlık içindeydim“ diye başladı. „Çok yakışıklı bir adamdı ve siki o kadar büyük ve kalındı ki… İçime girince önce biraz acıttı, ama sonra alıştı ve benim amım onunkini alacak kadar esnedi. Sonra sikini dışarı çıkarıp, amımın dudaklarının arasına başını koyup içine ta dibime kadar hızla sokuyor, amımın dudakları adamım vücuduna yapışıyordu. Bu hareketi hızlı hızlı ve üst üste yapıyordu. Bu da klitorisimin uyarılmasına neden oluyordu. İlk olarak beni bu yolla orgazm etti. Bu şekilde sikişle ilk kez orgazm oluyordum.
Sonra birden sustu. Sanırım bir şeyleri nasıl söyleye bileceğini düşünüyordu. „evet, sonra?“ diye sordum.
«evet, üzgünüm bebeğim ama boyut önemli… » dedi. Ve kırdığımı düşünerek beni kucakladı.
«Kaç gez yaptınız?» diye sordum.
«O gece iki kez, bir kez de işe gitmeden önce sabah. Ve döndükten sonra uçak iner inmez bir bara gittik ve bir daha ne zaman birlikte olacağımızı konuştuk. Ben emin olmadığımı, çünkü senin neler hissedeceğini ne tepki göstereceğini bilmediğimi söyledim» dedi.
« O adama bana soracağını mı söyledin?” diye sordum. « Buna ne tepki verdi ? » diye devam ettim.
« Şaşırdı ve endişelendi. Onu endişelenmemesi konusunda ikna ettim. Her şeyin yolunda olduğunu ama sana söyleyeceğimi ve eğer memnun olmazsan, bir daha birlikte olamayacağımızı söyledim. Bir şansı daha olup olmadığını sordu. Ve biz de buraya gelmeden önce bizim otoparkta, arabanın için de bir kez daha yaptık.“ Diye anlattı.
„Otoparkta mı?“ diye inanamayarak sordum. Ben uyurken bir kaç metre ötede karım bir arabanın içinde, liseli âşıklar gibi sikişiyormuş…
“Evet” diye yanıtladı ve taş gibi sertleşmiş sikime uzanırken “senin için önemli mi?” diye sordu.
“Yo, sadece şaşırdım ve itiraf etmeliyim ki bütün bu olanlar beni son derce tahrik etti. Karımın başka bir erkekle birlikte olması çok hoş ama ben onları seyredemiyorum, çok yazık…” diye yanıtladım.
“Çok büyük olsa da mı?” diye şeytanca sordu.
“Belki de özellikle çok büyük olmasını istiyorumdur…” diye şirin bir şekilde yanıtladım.
Yeniden seviştik. Her zaman yaptığımız gibi… Normal olarak bu kadar çabuk yeniden hazır olamazdım ama karımın yaşadıkları beni gerçekten çok tahrik etmişti. Ve sanırım, Karimi bir aşağı olmasını takmayacağım konusunda inandırmıştım.
Bütün hafta sonunu yeni evliler gibi geçirmiştik. Gerçekte karımın aşığından çok söz etmiyorduk ama o bizim beynimizdeydi ve benim performansımdaydı. Karım coşkum ve enerjim konusunda beni sürekli övüyordu. Artık bir aşığı olduğu için mutlu olduğuma inanıyor ve bunu bana da söylüyordu.
Pazartesi sabahı çabuk geldi ve ikimiz de işe gittik. Akşamüzeri karım telefonla aradı ve akşama bir yerde yemek yiyelim dedi. Eğer benim için sorun yoksa iş arkadaşı da bizimle olacaktı. Bir kaç dakika düşündüm ve “ evet, elbette” dedim. Gerçekten karımı siken adamı merak ediyordum.
Büroda işlerimi bitirip, randevuma doğru gittim. Arabamı parkedip, yürürken, karımın arabasına bakındım. Fakat göremeyince önce benim geldiğime karar verdim. Lokantaya girdim ve tam bara doğru yönelmiştim ki, karımla aşığının benden önce gelip köşede bir masaya yan yana oturup içkiye başlamış olduklarını gördüm. Masalarına yanaştığımda, karım bana kocaman bir gülücük attı. Beni aşığıyla tanıştırdı, o da ayağa kalkıp elimi sıktı. Karımın aşığı çok uzun boylu ve genç biriydi. Atletik bir vücudu vardı ve çok yakışıklıydı. Karımın onu neden seçtiğini şimdi anlıyordum. Umarım elde tutmasını da bilir.
Oturdum ve karıma bir merhaba öpücüğü verdim. Aşığı karımın yanında oturuyordu ama geldiğimdeki kadar yakın durmuyordu. Biraz sohbet edip bir kaç kadeh içki içtik. Başta ortam biraz sıkıntılıydı ama adam gerçekten hoş biriydi. Sonra biraz rahatlamaya başardık ve karım uzanıp onun ve benim elimi tuttu. İkimizin elini aynı anda tutarak „Haydi yemek siparişini verelim, her zamankinden daha coşkuluyum bu gece“ dedi.
Harika bir yemek yedik ve bize gitmeye karar verdik. Karımla ben bizim arabaya bindik, aşığı da arabasıyla bizi takip ediyordu.
Yalnız kalınca karıma „hoş çocuk“ dedim.
„Beğendiğin için memnun oldum.“ Diye yanıtladı. „Biz onunla birlikteyken bizi seyretmek istediğinden emin misin?“ diye sordu.
“Evet kesinlikle, uzun süreden beri bu fanteziyi kuruyorum.” Diye onu ikna ettim. Elini kucağıma doğru uzattı ve kalkmış sikimi fark etti. Eli ona değince küçük bir gülücük attı bana.
Eve vardığımızda, karım benden aşığıyla içeri girmeden önce biraz konuşarak onu oyalamamı, hazırlanmak için biraz zamana ihtiyacı olduğunu söyledi. Karım içeri girerken adam arabasını park etti. Ben de konuşmak üzere onun yanına gittim. Yine biraz garip bir durum olmuştu. Ama bu normaldi. Gerçekte bu adam karımla sikmişti ve bu gece de benim önümde sikecekti. Karım ön kapıya çıkıp bizi içeri çağırınca bu garip küçük sohbetimiz kesildi.
Benim güzel karım, en sevdiğim geceliğini giymişti. Her birimizi bir elimizden tutarak, yatak odamıza doğru götürdü. İçeri girerken bana “rahatına bak tatlım” dedi.
Yatağın kenarındaki bir sandalyeye oturdum ve karım dönüp aşığını kucaklayarak ona derin bir öpücük verirken onları seyretmeye başladım. Adam elini karımın bütün vücudunda gezdirmeye başlayınca benim alet aniden sertleşip hazır hale geldi. Pantolonumun üzerinden onu okşamaya başladım. Soyunmak istemiyordum, soyunursam mastürbasyon yapardım ve ilk kez her şeyden daha çok karımın ıslak amını sikimde hissetmek istiyordum. Karımı sike bilmek için boşalmamalı ve gücümü kaybetmemeliydim.
Karım ve aşığı öpüşmeyi kesip kendilerini yatağın üzerine bıraktıklarında tutkulu bir şekilde sevişmeye başladılar. Karım başı yastıkta yatağa sırt üstü uzandı. Bana bakıyordu. Bir birimize gülümsedik, o bana bir öpücük attı. Bunlar olurken aşışı ayağa kalktı ve soyundu. Gömleğini ve pantolonunu çıkarırken onu seyrettim. Zayıf ve kaslı bir vücudu vardı. Sonra çoraplarını, ardından da külotunu çıkardı. Siki çok büyüktü, üstelikte daha tam kalkmamıştı. Yeniden karımla göz göze geldik. Biliyordum, küçük bir şoka girmiştim ve artık anlıyordum ki karım neden sürekli büyüklüğünden bahsediyordu.
Karımın aşığı, çırıl çıplak yatağa yöneldi ve karımın ayaklarını öpmeye başladı. Sonra kafası karımın bacaklarının arasına gelene kadar, öperek yukarıya doğru çıktı. Karımın kalçalarını hafif yukarı kaldırarak, külotunu sıyırıp çıkardı. Olanlar karşısında hipnotize olmuş gibiydim. Adam çıkardığı karımın külotunu bana doğru fırlatınca birden uyandım. Kucağıma düşen külotu alıp, burnuma götürdüm. Ona sinen karımın kokusunu duyuyor ve ne kadar ıslanmış olduğunu görebiliyordum.
Adam karımın amını dillemeye başladığında, ağzından bir çığlık koptu. Sonra uzanıp geceliğinin ince askılarını, çözüp iki elini çıplak memelerine götürdü ve kendi meme uçlarını okşamaya başladı. Adam adeta, karım inlesin, çığlık atsın, bağırsın diye uğraşıyordu. Karımın aşığı, klitorisini ağzının içine almış emiyordu. Biraz sonra emmeyi bırakıp başını karımın amından uzaklaştırdı. Karım iki eliyle adamın kafasından tutup kuvvetlice aşağıya, amına bastırana kadar da bir şey yapmadı. Karım kalçalarını yukarı adamın ağzına doğru kaldırarak, onu orgazma ulaştırmasını istiyordu. Adam bunu başardığında karım çırpınarak ve tiz çığlıklar atarak orgazm olmuştu.
Karımın boşalmasını izlemek harikaydı. Onu ağzımla orgazma ulaştırmak sekste en mükemmel fantezimdir. Bunu ilişkimiz başladığından beri hep yapmışımdır. Şimdi onu bu yolla orgazm olurken izlemekte harika bir duygu ama onlara katılamadığım için de çok üzülüyorum.
Orgazmın heyecanı geçip, karım yeniden hazır olduğunda „Lütfen hayatım hadi koca sikini ver bana“ dedi. Adam takdir edildiği için mutlu olmuştu. Dizleri üzerinde kayarak pozisyonunu aldı. Bir an için adamın tamamen sertleşmiş sikini görünce şoke oldum. En az 23 santim vardı ve çok kalındı. O koca sikinin başını karımın, amının dudaklarının üzerine yerleştirdi ve aşağı yukarı sürtmeye başladı. Biraz daha yaklaşmalıydım. Sonuçta bu benim karımın sikişiydi ve biraz daha yaklaşmama kim karışa bilirdi. Bu hayvani siki, karımın amına girerken, yakından görmeliydim.
Dizlerim üstünde yatağın kenarına kadar geldim. Sikim sertleşmiş, pantolonumun önü iyice kabarmıştı, ama dokunmuyordum. Karımı ve aşığını iyice görecek şekilde kafamı yerleştirdim. Koca yarrak, amın dudaklarından içine doğru kayarken izlemeye başladım. Karımın amı iyice gerilmiş nerdeyse yırtılacaktı, adam da yavaş yavaş sokuyordu. Ama karım sıçramaya ve acıyla inlemeye devam ediyordu. Adam, karımın biraz rahatlayıp gevşemesi için koca yarrağını geri çektiği. Yarrak dışarı çıktığında üzerinden karımın amının suyu damlıyordu. Sonra yavaşça yeniden sokmaya başladı. Dibine kadar sokmuştu. Adamın yumurtaları karımın götüne değiyordu. Ola bildiğince derine bastırdıkça adamın kalçaları büzülüyordu.
Artık ritimlerini birbirlerine uydurmuşlardı. Önce yavaş, sonra hızlı, sonra daha da hızlı. Adamın siki tamamen dışarı çıkıyor, karımın amının dudakları adamın sikini başını saracak kadar aralanıyor, adam yeniden sokunca, dudaklar yeniden içeri çekiliyorlardı.
Ayağa kalktım. Karımın yanına doğru yaklaştım. Uzanıp elimi tuttu, bir kaç saniye de olsa gözlerini açıp bana bir gülücük gönderdi. Sonra yeniden, çılgın, muhteşem, akıl dışı zevkine geri dönüp gözlerini sıkıca yumdu. Sonra ağzından boşalacağını duyuran bir derin inleme döküldü. Yeniden o zevklenirken onu görüyordum. Onun böyle şehvetle zevklenmesi beni çok mutlu ediyordu.
Karımın aşığı da “geliyoruuum” diye inlemeye başlamıştı. Karım onu daha da içine çekti. Adam bir kaç defa daha gitti geldi ve kalçaları gerilerek boşalmaya başladı. O kadar çok boşalttı ki diyebilirim ki karımın içini adeta tamamen spermle doldurdu. Ardından karımın üzerine yığıldı. Derin derin öpüşmeye başladılar. Adam karımın üzerinden kalkıp yanına uzandı. Yumuşamış ama hala etkileyici sikini üzerinde kıvrım kıvrım sperm izleri görünüyordu ve bu izler karımın göbeğine ve kalçalarına kadar uzanıyordu. Karım parmağını buna bandırıp ağzına götürdü ve „Mmmmmm“ diyerek yalamaya ve aşığını öpmeye başladı. „Teşekkürler, muhteşemdi, harikaydı“ dedi. Sonra bana bakıp „sıra sen de “ dedi.
Rekor sürede soyundum, sikimi hazır bekleyen amcığına soktum. Acele etmemin nedeni, amının içinden adamın spermleri kaybolmadan, onun kayganlığı ile sikmekti. Gerçekten de çok kaygan ve çok nemliydi. Sanki başka bir kadının içindeymişim gibi hissettim. Amı iyice genişlemiş ve gevşemişti. Bu nedenle amcığıyla sikimi her zamanki gibi sıkıca kavrayamıyordu. Ama ben o kadar heyecanlıydım ki aynı dakika içinde boşaldım.
Üstüne yığılıp kaldım ve onu öperken ne kadar çok sevdiğimi söyledim. Sadece gülümsedi. Tam düşlediğim gibi halinden memnun bir gülümsemeydi. Aşığı onunla sevişirken bizi serbest bırakmıştı ama şimdi, karıma uzanıp öpüşmeye başladılar. Onlar öpüşürken vücudundan aşağı kayıp, merakla, az önce iyice sikilmiş amına baktım.
Amının kokusu iyice ağırlaşmış, yatağın bacaklarının arasında kalan kısmı iyice ıslanmıştı. Amının dudakları kıp kırmızı olmuş ve iyice şişmişlerdi. Klitorisi irileşmiş grurla dikiliyordu. Spermler içinden dışarı sızıyordu. Parmağımı içine sokunca, amının kaslarını sıktı ve biraz daha sperm dışarı aktı. O dinlenirken ta amının derinliklerini görebiliyordum. Amı o koca yarraktan dolayı iyice açılmış ve genişlemişti. Dilimi amına koyup, üçümüzün sıvısını da tattım. Amını emmeye, klitorisini yalamaya başladım. Yukarı baktığımda da aşığının dilinin meme uçlarını yaladığını gördüm.
Karım yeniden yüzüme amını bastırarak boşalana kadar yalayıp emmeye devam ettim. Dizleri üzerine doğruldu ve bana kocaman bir öpücük verdi. Dili az önce amından tattığım üçümüzün sıvısını bulmak için ağzımın içini dolaştı ve ardında da aşığını aynı şekilde öptü.
Çok yorulmuştum ama uyumamak için direniyordum. Zira bu gösterinin bir saniyesini bile kaçırmazdım. Karım adamın koca yarrağını ağzına almayı denedi ama mümkün görünmüyordu. Sonunda vazgeçti ve adamın üstüne çıktı. Yavaşça kendini adamın sikinin üzerine yerleştirdi. Başını geriye atıp adamın üzerinde ritmik hareketlere başlayıp kendini ve aşığını orgazma sürüklerken, onun dünyanın en güzel yaratığı olduğunu düşündüm.
Karımın da fark ettiği gibi, yeniden ereksiyon olacak kadar kendimi toparlamıştım. Karım üstteyken ve böyle yavaş yavaş hareket ederek sikişirken ki hali hep hoşuma gider.
Adamın spermleri karımın içine yeniden boşalmaya başlarken benimkiler kasıklarıma yeniden doluyorlardı. Karım adamın üstünden kalkıp benimkine oturdu. Bu defa daha uzun tutmak istiyordum ama yine çok erken boşalmıştım. Karım üzerimden yuvarlanarak indi ve sıkıca kucaklaştık. Fısıldayarak kulağına onu ne kadar çok sevdiğimi bir kez daha söyledim, oda bildiğini söyledi.
O gece hemen uyudum ve sabaha kadar uyanmadım. Sanırım, karımla aşığı bir kez daha sikişip öyle uyudular. Bütün gece sere serpe, doymuş ve her tarafımız spermle kaplı bir durumda uyuduk. O gece muhteşem bir dünyaydı.
Bütün bunların hepsi iki yıl önce olmuştu. Bu sahneyi defalarca tekrarladık ve karım, benle ya da bensiz başka erkeklerle de birlikte olmaya başladı. Çok mutlu bir erkektim. Ta ki, içine boşalmama izin vermediği o geceye kadar. Gerçi ben muhteşem bir orgazm yaşamış ve kafamı takmamıştım. Ama ertesi gün uyandığımda büyük bir sürprizle karşılaştım. Hayatım tamamen değişmişti. Yastıkta bir not vardı. Okuduğumda sersemlemiştim.
“Bir daha beni sikmene izin vermeyeceğim, çünkü senini sikin çok küçük…”

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Kocamın kolundan destek alarak ressamın iki katlı müstakil evinin kapısına geldik. Efe ressamın verdiği anahtarla kapıyı açmaya çalışırken ben duvara yaslanmış, kikir kikir gülüyordum. Çok eğlenmiştim çok… Öyle mutluydum ki… Yanımda kocam vardı ve ben onunla birlikte, hoşuma giden ve hayranı olduğum bir başka erkekle güzel bir gece geçirmiştim.

Genç değildi Sait hoca ama hem yakışıklıydı, hem de kadınlara yaklaşımı ve tatmin etme konusunda gençleri, hele benim kocamı cebinden çıkarırdı. Tam bir yalıçapkını… Bir jestiyle, bir hareketiyle kadınını mest ederdi.

Gece boyunca bedenimden ayrılmayan koca elleri, takside ağzıma alıp yaladığım kalın erkekliği aklıma gelince zevkle ürperdim. Nerden çıktı şu bankamatik işi, bir an önce gelse de beni yine kollarının arasına alsa, sevişsek diyordum kendi kendime… Ben bunları düşünürken kocamın,

“Hadi gel Nil, içeri girelim artık…” diye seslenmesiyle kendime geldim. Belime sarılan kocamla birlikte içeriye girdik. Alt kat koca bir salon, hocanın atölyesiydi. Tuvaller, şövalyeler, yarım ya da bitmiş tablolar, resim malzemeleri… Merdivenlere yönlendirdim kocamı, üst kata çıkmaya başladık.

“Tabi, evin her tarafını biliyorsun sen… Yukarıda mı yatak odası? Orada mı veriyordun herife? Ne oldu, durgunlaştın? Hemen hocanı özledin mi yoksa?” diye takıldı Efe.

“Yaa… Ne gerek vardı, paraydı, bankamatikti… Ne güzel eğleniyorduk işte…” dedim dudaklarımı büzerek…

“İkiniz güzel eğleniyordunuz tabi, haklısın…” dedi. “Ama unutma, gelecek olan para bize geliyor. Bırak biraz geciksin.”

Geniş salona girdim, kocam da arkamdan… Etrafına bakınıyordu. Köşedeki amerikan bara gidip bir kadeh kırmızı şarap doldurdum kendime… İki parmak viskiye de buz koyup kadehi kocama uzattım.

Efe salonun içinde dolaşıp duvarlardaki resimleri inceliyordu. Sait hocanın beni ipek örtülerle kaplı geniş yatağında, iki elim apış aramda masturbasyon yaparken resmettiği tablosunun önünde uzun uzun durdu. Bacaklar ikiye ayrılmış, tüm kaslar gerilmiş, uzun saçlar yastığa yayılmış, hissettiğim zevk patlaması yüzümün ifadesinden öyle belli oluyor ki…

“Sen ahlaksız, azgın bir orospusun Nil…” dedi sonra… Ses çıkarmadım, gülümseyerek cümlenin devamını bekledim. Dönüp bana baktı,

“Adamcağıza resmen işkence yapmışsın. Bu tabloyu çizmesi için kaç saat adamın karşısında uzanıp amcığını okşadın acaba? Daha da önemlisi, herif kendini nasıl tutabildi, sana saldırmadı?” Güldüm, yanına gidip sarıldım. Dudağına bir öpücük kondurup,

“Ben de namus meselesi yapacaksın zannettim bir an… Nasıl yaparsın filan diyeceksin zannettim.” dedim. “Ne kadar sürdü? Uzun bir süre… Hatta günlerce sürdü resmi yapması… Kendini nasıl tuttu? Sorun da orda zaten… Kendini tutamadı. Sık sık ara vermek zorunda kaldı.”

“Karşılıklı masturbasyon mu yaptınız ara verince?”

Dayanamayıp bir kahkaha patlattım. Kocamın dudaklarını yalayıp öperken, boştaki elimi araya sokup pantolonun üzerinden aletini avuçladım.

“Hayır aptal… Sait hoca benden kendimi tatmin ederken poz vermemi istedi. Fakat ben kendimi öylesine olaya kaptırıyordum ki… İnlemelerimi duyup, zevkten kıvranmalarımı gördükçe her defasında yarrağı sertleşiyor, dayanamaz hale geliyordu.

Senin tahmin ettiğin gibi, kendini tutamayıp fırçayı paleti atıveriyordu elinden. Yanıma geliyor, üstüme atlıyordu. Ben amımı, memelerimi elleyip okşarken kızışmışım, o beni izleye izleye azmış. Kudurmuş gibi birbirimize saldırdık her defasında… Bilmiyorum artık, tablo bitene kadar kaç kez seviştik…”

“Tablonun tarihine baktım da… Bu seksi pozları verirken, kart zamparayla defalarca sevişirken benimle evliydin öyle mi sevgili karıcığım? Neden benim hiç haberim olmadı bundan?”

“Ne bileyim… Sen işteyken benim canım sıkılıyordu. Eskileri hatırladıkça kendimi tutamayıp buraya geliyordum. Sait hocanın canına minnet tabi… Resim yapmak onun için bahaneydi aslında… Asıl istediği bendim.”

“Eskileri hatırlamak mı? Nasıl başladı peki bu olay? Çok mu eski?”

“Ne zaman başladı? Ne bileyim, bildim bileli var işte… Sait hoca hep hayatımızdaydı, vardı. Komşu amca… İyilik meleği… Anneme, bana, kızkardeşlerime karşı hep iyi, yardımsever… Nasıl bir dönem senin amcan varsa, bir dönem de Sait hoca oldu yaşantımızda…

Annemi anlattım sana… Amcanın kapatması gibi bir şeydi. Bilmiyorum, belki ekonomik şartların zorlaması, belki biraz da kendi seks ihtiyacından kaynaklanıyordu. Evde pısırık, tembel, içki düşkünü, bencil bir koca… Üç tane büyüyen genç kız… Evin ihtiyaçları, bizim masraflarımız… Sıkışırdık, para lazım olur, acil bir durum olur, evde kavga gürültü… Babam sonunda annemi ya senin amcana, ya da Sait hocaya gönderirdi,

“Git, ressama selamımı söyle… Durumu anlat… Sen usturuplu bir şekilde söyler, anlatırsan yardım eder bize…”

Annem itiraz etmeden giyinir, rujunu rimelini sürünüp çıkardı. Bir iki saat sonra da meseleyi halletmiş olarak gelirdi. Yanakları kızarmış, makyajı, saçları dağılmış, saçının şekli değişmiş, bazen ıslak… Küçüktüm, anlam veremezdim, neden annem gidiyor, para bulması gereken babam değil mi? İşte o babam anneme parlar,

“Nerde kaldın ulan orospu? Bu kadar saat ne yaptın herifin evinde?” diye tavır yapardı ara sıra…

“Beni sen gönderdin o herifin yanına pezevenk…” diye aynı tonda yanıtlardı annem… “Meseleyi anlatması uzun sürdü. Hem adamın da derdi varmış, o da kendi derdini anlattı bana, ondan geç kaldım.” derdi.

Para konusu ya da sorun halledilmesine rağmen orospu, pezevenk, kahpe, küfür kıyamet kavga ederler, babam annemi saçından tutup yatak odasına sürüklerdi. Dışarıdan bağırmalarını dinlerdik bir süre korkmuş, pısmış vaziyette…

Sonunda bizimkilerin sesi kesilirdi. Bir sessizlik… Karyolanın gıcırtısı duyulurdu sonra… Ağır ağır… Sürekli… Gıcır… Gıcır… Biz rahatlardık gıcırtıyı duyunca, kavganın bittiğini ilan ederdi o ses… Sonunda gıcırtı da biterdi. Neden sonra yatak odasından barışmış olarak, güle oynaya çıkarlardı.

“Offf… Kavgadan sonra seks… Tadından yenmez… Güzel kadın senin annen karıcım… Onca sıkıntıya rağmen hala güzel, mihrap hala yerinde… Seksiliğinizi, şehvetinizi ondan almışsınız siz kızlar…”

“Eh, yani… Sonra biz büyüdük, aklımız erdi. Tabi içten içten seziyorduk ya, o amcalara, ressam amcaya gitmeler, para bulup gelmeler neymiş öğrendik. Öğrendik ki, sevgili annemiz kendi çapında, komşu paralı erkeklere para için kendini siktiren bir fahişeymiş. Kınamıyorum tabi… Yanlış anlama…

“Yanlış anlamam aşkım… Sen de zevkin için sikişiyorsun erkeklerle… Öyle annenin, böyle kızı…”

“Siktir ordan piç… Zaten siktiriyorsun ya, dümbük pezevenk… Erkeklerle seviştikten sonra benim de yastığın altına, sütyenimin külodumun lastiğine, memelerimin arasına hiç para konulmadı mı zannediyorsun? Yatakta, acımasızca sikilmiş, yorgun yatarken çıplak bedenime para yağdıran, yüzlük kağıt paraları kıvırıp amıma sokan bile oldu, haberin yok.”

“Hassiktir… Bak bunu bilmiyordum işte karıcığım…”

“Ah benim saf, pezevenk kocam ah…”

“Neyse… Ablam Merve oğlanlarla düşüp kalkmaya başladı. Ben de, Nur da birer l****a olduk mu…. Sait hoca gözünü biz kızlara, ama ille de fingirdek Merve’ye dikti. Evine temizlik yapılacak, Merve geliversin. Atölyesi biraz dağılmış, Merve toplayıversin. Yalnız kalmasınlar diye annem beni de ablamın yanında gönderirdi herifin evine…

Orospu Merve, başı, giysileri kapalı bir bir vaziyette gittiği evde kapıdan girer girmez, çalışıcam diye üstünü bir değiştirir, bir giyinirdi ki… Giyinmek değildi onunki, soyunmak… Kısacık incecik penye etekler, dekolteler, makyaj o biçim… Sanki temizlik yapmaya gitmiyor da, sevgilisiyle buluşmaya gidiyor. Söyleyince kızardı bana, “sen anlamazsın, sus” derdi.

Sait hoca elbette ablam temizlik yaparken yanımızda olurdu hep… Ben bir köşede oturup sıkıntıdan patlarken, ressamın gözleri ablamın eteğinin altından görünen sütun bacaklarından, eğilip kalktıkça göz kırpan minik dantel donlarından ayrılmazdı. Benim varlığımı da pek takmazdı ablamı yer gibi bakarken…

Ama adamcağız sikecek gibi bakmakta haksız da değildi ki… Sıcakta iş yapan ablamın ince bluzu boncuk boncuk terlemekten sırılsıklam olur, sütyensiz, bıngıl bıngıl, sağa sola oynayan kavun gibi memelerinin uçları çıplakmış gibi görünür, teni ışıl ışıl parlardı.

Sait hocanın eli hep pantolonun önünde, ablama durmadan talimatlar verirdi. Eğilsin, domalsın, frikik versin de amını götünü görsün diye en dipleri, en köşe bucak yerleri temizletirdi. Sonunda dayanamaz hale gelince de sabırsızca ablamın elinden tutar,

“Gel Merveciğim, şu yatak odasını da hallediver. Pek kirlendi ortalık, orayı da tertemiz yapıverelim.” derdi…

Ablamda hayır diye bir şey yok ki… Benim elime bir magazin dergisi, bir bardak kolayı tutuştururlar, içeriye, yatak odasını temizlemeye geçerlerdi. Hesapta ben bir şeyden anlamayan safın tekiyim ya… Dergi bitmeden çıktıklarını pek görmedim. Nedense orası uzun sürerdi hep…

“Nedense…” diye güldü kocam… “Sonra?“

“Sonrası… Tabi benim ne hin olduğumu bilmiyor enayiler… Anahtar deliğinden, kapı aralığından baka baka çok kurs aldım ben onlardan… Erkeğe nasıl oral yapılır, nasıl sevişilir, hangi pozisyonlar nasıl yapılır?

Eve dönerken ablam Sait hocanın verdiği paranın bir kısmını sütyeninin içine sıkıştırır, üç beş bana sus payı, kalanı da anneme verirdi. Belki de o sütyene giren paralar yüzünden ressama gitmek için can atardı ablam… Bir süre sonra Merve ablam enişteyi buldu, evlenip gitti. Geride ben kaldım, bir de Nur…

“Sonunda… Adam gelecek şimdi… Hadi hızlan biraz…”

“Ablam varken ben de rahatlıyordum tabi… Ucundan bana da gösteriyordu biraz… O gidince ben de yolsuz kaldım. Evden hayır yok. Ablamın eskilerini giyiyoruz, bir elbise üç kız görüyor. Küçüldükçe küçüğe aktarılıyor filan… Lise çağındayım, oğlanlar etrafımda dönüyor, ben eski elbiselerle…

Gözümü kararttım bir gün, yılsonu okul balosu var, yeni elbise giymem lazım… Son çare, şık şıkırdım, epeyce dekolte, azıcık baştan çıkarıcı bir tarzda giyindim, gidip Sait hocanın kapısını çaldım. Durumu anlattım.

“Ne demek güzelim…” dedi gözleri parlayarak… “Eşek kafam, hiç seni arayıp sormadım son zamanlarda… İş güç, okul, sergi derken çok meşguldüm. Al şu parayı… Sakın gurur yapma canım… Karşılıksız vermiyorum, sen de ablan gibi gelir, ev işinde yardımcı olursun bana… Hayırsız ablan, kocayı buldu beni unuttu, hiç uğramıyor. Sait hocamın bir isteği var mı, arzusu var mı demiyor hiç… Olur mu bi tanem? Gelir misin bana?”

Gözleri velfecir okuyor, her bir yanımda dolanıyor piçin… Ablamın yatağındaki yerini almamı istiyor kart zampara, anladım tabi olayı… Şöyle bacak bacak üstüne attım mini eteğimi sıyırdım oturduğum yerde… Göğsümü kabartıp bluzumu çekiştirdim, benim füzeleri gözüne soktum iyice,

“Olur tabi Sait amca…” dedim. “Merak etme, ablamı aratmam ben sana…” Bunu söylerken gözlerinin içine bakıyorum. Ablamı aratmam derken ne demek istediğimi anladı tabi…

“İstersen o parayı elbiseye harcama… Gardrobumda bir sürü abiye giysi var. Eski karımdan, bayan arkadaşlarımdan kalma… Gel istersen, beraber bakalım. Bedenine, zevkine uyanı varsa seç birini… Bir gece değil mi bu? Giyersin, ertesi gün getirirsin.”

Gözlerim parladı sevinçten… Ohh… Hem elbisem olacak, hem de para cebime kalacak. Oyuncak alınmış çocuk gibi atlayıp boynuna sarıldım bir anda,

“Oh, yaşasın. Hadi gidip bakalım Sait amca…” dedim. O da sımsıkı sarılıp yanaklarımı öptü,

“Gel canım, gel güzelim. Elbise laf mı? Elbise senin köpeğin olsun prensesim. Güzel l****am benim…”

Yatak odasına girdik ikimiz… Bizim evin genişliğince koca bir oda, kocaman bir yatak, kocaman bir duvar boyu gardrop… Kapakları boydan boya ayna… Kimbilir neler gördü bu aynalar, ne sevişmeler, ne kadınlar gelip geçti önlerinden…

Aynalı sürgü dolap kapaklarını kenara sıyırıp açtı dolabı, içlerini gösterdi. Dediği gibi askılar dolusu elbiseler, altta renk renk, model model iskarpinler, ayakkabılar… Adeta ufak çapta bir mağaza… Beleş hem de…

Parlayan gözlerle, sevinç içinde her şeye bakıyorum, elbiselere dokunuyorum, askıları aralayıp modellerine bakıyorum. Bir tanesini beğendim, pembe, saten, askılı, cicili bicili bir şey… Askıdan çıkardım, etrafa bakınıyorum nerede denesem diye… Yaşlı kurt anladı hemen, atladı,

“Bak canım, yanlış anlama sakın… Benden çekinmene gerek yok. Çook çıplak kadın gördü bu gözler… Baban yaşında adamım. Denediğin her elbisede dışarı çıkıp girmemi istemezsin herhalde… Şuracıkta yatağın kenarında oturuyorum ben… Sen istediğini giyip çıkar. Çıkarırken başımı çeviririm, merak etme, bakmam sana utangaç tazem benim… Bu yaşta görsem ne olur, görmesem ne olur yavrum benim… Sapıklık yapacak halim yok bebeğim…”

“Yok, estağfurullah Sait amca…” filan dedim ama… Merve ablama neler yaptığını da gördü bu gözler… Balta gibi olmuş aletini çıkartıp kızın ağzına kusturana kadar sokup yalattığını da gördüm, bağırmasın diye ablamın ağzına külodunu tıkayıp arkasından anal seks yaptığını da gördüm. Sapıklık yapacak hali yokmuş.

Bir dolapta beni bekleyen elbiselere baktım, bir de karşımda dil döküp yalvaran zamparaya… Pantolonunun arka cebindeki şişkin cüzdan gözümün önüne geldi mi? Siktir et dedim kendi kendime… Bırak ne görmek istiyorsa görsün ibne… Aşınmayacak ya bakmakla diye düşündüm. Cilveli cilveli,

“Peki Sait amca… Dediğin gibi, babam yaşındasın. Senden bana kötülük gelmez herhalde… Ama soyunurken bakmayacaksın, tamam mı?”

“Bakmam bebeğim… Bakmam canımın içi… Şeker parem… Merak etme sen… Bakmam güzelim… Bak, arkamı döndüm bile…”

Gerçekten arkasını döndü. Ben de onun bakmadığından emin olunca, üstümdeki günlük giysiyi yavaşça çıkardım. Altımda bir minicik külot dışında çıplak kaldım. Askıdaki elbiseyi çıkardım, evirip çevirdim, biraz tedirgin üstüme geçirdim. Gardrop aynasının karşısında düzeltip nasıl olduğuna baktım.

“Çok güzel yakıştı bebeğim. Maşallah… Fıstık gibi oldun. Bacaklarının güzelliğini ortaya çıkardı mini elbise… Nil, bak altta elbisenin rengine uygun topuklu ayakkabılar da var. Onları da dene elbiseyi giyerken…”

Gözleri pırıl pırıl, baştan aşağıya süzüyordu beni… Elbisenin miniliğine, bacaklarımın kalçaya kadar açılmasına aldırmadan eğilip gözüme kestirdiğim bir çift yüksek topuklu ayakkabı aldım, ayağıma geçirdim. Ayağa kalktım, eteğimi savurtarak etrafımda dönüp kendimi Sait hocaya gösterdim.

“Harika, harika…” diyordu, başka bir şey demiyordu adam… “Yalnız bir kusuru var. Elbise hem dar, hem çok ince… Külodun iz yapıyor, desenleri bile belli oluyor. Bence külotsuz giy sen bunu…”

“Aaa… Olur mu Sait amca?” filan derken ikna oldum. Eğildim, ellerimi iki yandan eteğimin altına sokup külodumu çıkarıverdim. Zaten minicik bir şeydi, avucumun içinde top yapıp tekrar döndüm, hem aynaya baktım kendime, hem de dönüp Sait hocaya kalçalarımı gösterdim.

“Nasıl? Şimdi iyi mi?” diye sordum. Yutkundu, gülerek, şakacıktan eliyle bir şaplak attı kıçıma,

“Harika oldu canım… Hem kalçalarının güzelliği ortaya çıktı. Ne kadar diri, dolgun kalçaların olduğu belli oluyor bu elbiseyle… Oğlanların dibi düşecek baloda, kendine dikkat et bebeğim…” Bir kahkaha attım,

“Aman Sait amca…” dedim kırıta kırıta… “Hem dikkat et diyorsun, hem beni külotsuz yolluyorsun oğlanların arasına…” O da sırıttı,

“Sana yakışıyor güzelim… Külotsuz giyilir bu elbise, külodun iz yapmasını, görünmesini istemez hiç bir kadın… Hem fena mı? Çıktığın bir oğlan filan varsa, hazır olursun işte… Çocuğun sikinin önünde engel filan yok… Kenarda köşede masada koltukta işi bitirirsiniz.” Yanaklarım kızardı bunu duyunca, utandım.

“Yapma Sait amca… Kızım ben daha… Öyle iş bitirme, sik filan… Deme öyle, utanıyorum.”

“Şaka yapıyorum bebeğim… Kızma hemen… Ama dediklerimi yabana atma sen… Kendine dikkat et canım… Öyle seksi, öyle nefis bir şey oldun ki… Değme erkek dayanamaz senin güzelliğine, fettanlığına… Tenhada filan yakalarlarsa seni…”

Beğenilmekten memnun, gülümseyerek inadına inadına üstüne gittim ben de,

“Ne yaparlar Sait amca?”

“Ah fettan şıllık seni… Sen de biliyorsun ne yapacaklarını.. Ellenmedik yerini, koklanmadık gülünü bırakmazlar senin… Bir iki kokteyl kadehini tutuştururlar eline, bekaretin uçup gider, anlamazsın bile… Hadi, ben arkamı döneyim. Diğerlerini de dene de, istediğin gibi bir şey bulalım sana… Olmadı, yenisini alırız aşkım…” Arkasını döndü. Bakmadığından emin olunca,

“Tamam Sait amca…” diyerek üstümden elbiseyi sıyırıverdim. Askıdan başka elbise bakmaya başladım. Az önce altımdaki külodu da çıkardığımdan anamdan doğduğum vaziyette, çırılçıplaktım. Gözümün ucuyla kart hayranımın bana dönüp bakmadığını kontrol ediyordum bir yandan… Sırtı dönük olduğundan içim rahat, sallana sallana bakıyordum elbiselere…

Epey bir elbise denedik o şekilde… Giydim, çıkardım, giydim çıkardım. Her giydiğimde Sait hoca inceden inceye süzüyor, sağa sola döndürüyor, fikrini söyleyerek bana yardımcı oluyordu.

Bir yandan da içten içe “ne yapıyorum ben böyle” diyorum. Çırılçıplağım. Benden yaşlı bir erkeğin yatak odasında, onunla başbaşayım. Üzerimde elbise varken bakıyor ama, içimde ne külot, ne sütyen, hiçbir şey olmadığını biliyor adam…

Beğenerek bakıyor hem de… Yatırıp sikecek gibi bakıyor. Hem tedirginim. Hem de beğenilmekten mutluluk duyuyorum, kıvanıyorum. Şu yatakta ablama yaptıkları gözümün önüne geliyor. Bacaklarını omuzuna koyarken, domaltıp arkasından girerken, kucağında zıplatırken… Merve’nin bacaklarını ayırıp amını yalamaları, zevkten kıvrandırmaları… Ressamın bilek gibi sikinin ablamın ağzında, amcığında kayboluş anları… Kendini arkaya atıp inlemeleri… Ablamın dudaklarını ısıra ısıra orgazm oluş anları… Kasılmaları… Üzerine yağan spermler… Offf…

Meme uçlarım dikilmiş, kasıklarım tutuşmuş, ıslanmaya başlamıştım. En son giydiğim elbiseyi çıkarmış, yine çırılçıplak vaziyetteydim. Baktım, nerdeyse bacak içlerimden süzülecek zevk sıvılarım, etajerin üstündeki mendil kutusuna uzandım silmek için… Elime bir tane mendil alıp bacak arama götürmüştüm ki, Sait hoca,

“Bırak silme bebeğim… Islak kalsın…Böyle daha güzel…” dedi tok bir sesle…

İrkilerek başımı kaldırdım, baktım, arkası dönük hala… Bakmıyor.

“Ne, nasıl, neyi silmeyeyim Sait amca?” dedim şaşırarak, elimde mendille kalakaldım.

Sonra, dehşetle yatağın yan tarafındaki ayaklı büyük boy aynasını farkettim. Aman tanrım… Sırtı dönük, bakmıyor diye rahat rahat soyunduğum, çırılçıplak dolaştığım tüm o anlarda, adam beni boy aynasında izliyormuş meğer… Hay benim aptal kafam… Nasıl da düşünemedim beni o aynadan görebileceğini…

Utandım, yerin dibine geçtim. Sait hoca yatağın kenarından bir hamlede kalkıp yanıma geliverdi. Elimdeki minicik mendille üçgenimi, diğer kolumla çıplak memelerimi kapatmaya çalışıyordum beyhude… Gülümseyerek iki elimi de bileğimden tuttu sıkıca, canımı yakmadan, kendine çekti, sımsıkı sarıldı çıplaklığıma…

Kollarının cenderesinden kaçamıyor, ürkek bir kuş gibi çırpınarak çaresizce yapacaklarını bekliyordum. Yatıştırmak ister gibi saçlarımı okşadı, sırtımı, belimi… Eğilip omuzlarımı öptü, kulak memelerimde, yanaklarımda dudaklarını dolaştırdı. Sürekli,

“Şişşştt… Sakin ol yavrum… Sakin ol bebeğim… Benden sana kötülük gelmez. Merak etme… Rahat bırak kendini…” diyordu sakin bir sesle…

“Bırak beni Sait amca… Lütfen… Bırak gideyim…” diye yalvarıyor, çırpınıyordum, gözlerimden yaşlar akıyordu. Gözyaşım aktıkça kah parmaklarının ucuyla, kah eğilip dudaklarıyla alıp siliyordu yaşları… Kollarının arasından bırakmıyordu ama… Kulağımın içinde fısıltı halinde hipnotize edici sesiyle durmaksızın sakinleşmemi telkin ediyordu.

Sonunda sakinleştim, duruldum, gözümün yaşı da, iç çekmelerim de bitti. Yavaşça, ürkütmemeye çalışarak yatağın kenarına oturttu beni, önümde diz çöktü. Belime sarılmış, bırakmıyordu ama… Başını kucağıma koydu uslu bir kedi gibi… Ellerimi tutup saçlarına götürdü. İstemsizce kucağımdaki başını, uzun saçlarını bir süre okşadım. Başını kaldırıp gözlerimin içine baktı,

“Benden korkma aşkım… Benden sana kötülük gelmez. Sakın merak etme, korkma, çekinme… Senin istemediğin bir şeyi sana asla yapmam. Hiç ablandan benim hakkımda kötü bir şey duydun mu? Bir kez olsun beni size şikayet etti mi ablan? Söyle bana meleğim…”

“Şeyy… Hayır, hiç duymadım.” dedim dudaklarımı büzüp…

“Duyamazsın bebeğim. Ben ressamım. Çıplaklık benim için sanat… Güzel kadınları, çıplak kadınları severim. Resimlerini yapmaya bayılırım. Ama o kadar…”

Biraz uzaklaşıp baştan aşağıya süzdü beni… Saçlarımı tutup düzeltti, başımı iki yana çevirdi, parmaklarının ucunu yukarıdan aşağıya, saçımdan dizlerime kadar tüm bedenimde gezdirdi. Sonra da,

“İster misin, senin de resmini yapayım mı? Çok güzelsin. Canlı bir tablo gibi vücudun var. Bırak resmini yapayım senin, poz ver bana… Tek yapacağın bana poz vermek… Başka bir şey istemiyorum senden…”

“Şey… Böyle çırılçıplak mı Sait amca? Ayıp değil mi? Ya annemler bir şey derse?”

“Merak etme canım… Haberleri bile olmaz. Temizlik yapmaya diye gelirsin, biz iki yaramaz resim yaparız. Annene vermen için para veririm sana… Arada kaçar gelirsin. Güzel vakit geçireceğiz, inan bana…”

“Bilmem ki…” dedim. Elimi tutup ayağa kaldırdı, heyecan dolu bir sesle,

“Ben biliyorum. Hadi gel, şimdi, şu an başlayalım resme…”

Elimi bırakmadan telaşlı telaşlı yatak odasından fırladık, el ele uçarcasına merdivenden inip atölyesine girdik. Beni en çok ışık alan bir köşeye götürdü. Geniş bir kadife berjer vardı köşede, uzanmamı istedi.

Dediğini yaptım ama, hala çırılçıplaktım. Elimin birini istemsizce apış arama, sarımtırak tüyleri yeni çıkmış üçgenime götürüp kapatmaya çalışıyordum. Güldü, incecik, şeffaf bir şifon getirip memelerimden apış arama kadar uzattı, bir nebze çıplaklığımı örttü. Pozumu ışığın durumuna göre ayarladı. Sonra da şövalyeyi, boş tuvali, resim malzemelerini alıp resmimi yapmaya başladı.

Aramızda biraz mesafe olunca güven gelmişti bana… Ressamın parlayan hayran gözleriyle çıplak bedenime bakıp bakıp resmimi yapması da hoşuma gitmişti. Uzun süre çalıştı.

Arada susayınca, ya da çişim filan gelince çekinmeden, öylece, çırılçıplak kalkıp mutfağa buzdolabına, banyoya gidebiliyordum. Artık beni izlemesini, çırılçıplak bedenimin her yerini görmesini umursamıyordum. Önemli noktalarımı kapatmam için verdiği tülü bile kenara bırakmıştım. Öylece uzanıp poz veriyordum.

Böyle başladık işte… Ben olaya iyice ısındım. Zaten evden arayan soran yoktu. Neredeyse her gün kaçıp geliyordum. Sait hoca beni heyecanla bekliyordu. Atölyeye geçiyorduk hemen… Sait hocanın beni dikkatle izleyen bakışları altında, üzerimde ne varsa, striptiz yıldızı gibi ağır hareketlerle soyunmaya başlıyordum. Öyle istiyordu çünkü…

“Şalap şulap soyunmanı istemiyorum canım… Yavaş yavaş, çıplaklığının tadına vararak soyun. Böylece modellik olayını, kavramını içselleştirebilirsin, bana daha iyi poz verebilirsin.” diyordu hep… Ben de ağır ağır soyunup çırılçıplak kalıyor, sonra da onun istediği şekilde poz vermeye başlıyordum.

Bir yandan da konuşuyor, sohbet ediyorduk. Zaten çırılçıplak soyunmuş, kendimi sergiliyorum, çekinmeyi, kaç göçü bırakmıştık aramızda… Her konuda konuşabiliyorduk. Sohbeti hoşuma gidiyordu. Her şeyden bilgisi vardı. Bana öğütler veriyor, derdimi dinliyor, sorunlarımda yol gösteriyordu.

“Gerçekten bakire misin Nil?” dedi bir gün… “Erkek arkadaşın yok mu hiç? Bu güzellikle mümkün değil, inanmam.”

“Var ama… Ne bileyim, korkuyorum işte…” dedim. “Öylesine, yüzeysel takılıyoruz oğlanlarla… Annem ya da ablam gibi olmaktan korkuyorum belki…”

“Ama hiç merak etmiyor musun? Canın istemiyor mu?”

“Canım istiyor tabi ama, dediğim gibi, korkuyorum.” Susup düşündüm, söylesem mi, söylemesem mi diye, sonra güldüm, “Hem merak edecek bir şey yok ki… Ablamla seni çok izledim bu evde… Nasıl bir şey olduğunu biliyorum en azından, yapmasam da…” Şaşırdı,

“Bak sen şu küçük dişi şeytana… Demek bizi sevişirken izledin ha? Hoşuna gitti mi bari gördüklerin?”

Gördüklerimi hatırlayınca elim istemsizce apış arama gitti. Bel bölgeme ılık ılık kan yürümüştü sanki, içi kaşınıyordu. Gerçi her zaman oluyordu bu ama o anda daha kötü oldum. Ressama çaktırmadan kabarmış amımı kaşıyayım derken parmağımın ucu klitorisime denk geldi, zevkle irkildim.

Klitorisim baya kabarmış, sertleşmişti. Şöyle bir avuçlayıp parmaklarımla kavradım. Sonra telaşla elimi çektim. Klitorisimi elleyip amımın içini kaşıyan parmağım ıslaktı. Parlıyordu. Başımı çevirip ressama baktım. Elindekileri bırakmış, beni izliyordu.

“Nil, sakıncası yoksa o ıslak parmağını emmek istiyorum. İzin verir misin canım? Sadece parmağını emip o ıslaklığı tadına bakacağım. Sonra da resme devam edicem.”

Şaşkın şaşkın, elim havada, öylece kalakaldım. Bir şey söyleyemedim bile… Sait hoca benim itiraz etmeme fırsat bırakmadan, iki adımda yanımda bitiverdi. Berjerin önünde diz çöküp amımı kaşıdığım elimi tuttu. Islak parmağımı ağır çekim hareketlerle dudaklarına götürdü. Öptü. Öptü.

Sonra da dudaklarını aralayıp parmağımı ağzına soktu. Sıcacıktı ağzı… Dili… Islaktı onlar da… Bir süre parmağımı emdi. Sonra ağzından çıkarıp elimi sakince yanıma uzattı. Geldiği gibi dönüp resmin başına gitti.

Offf… İçimde kasırgalar kopuyordu sanki… Yaptığı şey beni benden almıştı. O ise bana, benim ne halde olduğuma aldırmaksızın tuvale fırça darbelerini vuruyordu soğukkanlı bir şekilde… Neden sonra tekrar sordu bana,

“Cevap vermedin Nil? Gördüklerin hoşuna gitti mi demiştim sana…”

“Gitti, evet…” diye yanıtladım boğuk bir sesle…

“Neler gördün ki? Gördüklerin seni baya etkilemiş gibi…”

“Ne bileyim işte… Seks yapıyordunuz. Sevişiyordunuz.”

“Hadi anlat bana biraz… Neler gördün o gün izlerken?”

“Bir gün değil ki… Yatak odasına girdiğiniz her defasında ben de anahtar deliğinden izledim sizi… Kapıyı açık bıraktığınızda kapının önünde kapı aralığından… Defalarca… Ablama yaptığın her şeyi gördüm. En ince ayrıntılarına kadar hem de…”

“Seni azgın röntgenci seni.. Eee? Senin de canın çekmedi mi? Kapı önünde kendini okşayacağına yanımıza gelseydin ya sen de… Aramıza katılırdın, sen de zevk alırdın.” Yanaklarım kızarmıştı iyice… Başımı yana çevirdim, bana bakıyordu hep… Olduğu gibi, gerçeği söyleyiverdim ben de,

“Doğrusunu istiyorsan, evet, canım çekti. O yatakta olmayı, ablama yaptıklarını bana yapmanı, ya da aranıza katılmayı öyle çok istedim ki… Sizi izleyip izleyip kendimi okşadım hep… Her defasında içimden keşke ablamın yerinde olsaydım diye geçirdim.”

Ben konuşurken yavaş adımlarla yanıma gelmişti yine… Yanıma, berjerin kenarına oturdu. İri iri açılmış gözlerle çıplak vücudumu baştan aşağıya süzüyordu. Elini uzatıp yavaşça, hafifçe, tüm bedenimde gezdirdi. Hoşnutlukla ürperdim. Gerildim. Zevkten bütün tüylerim diken diken oldu.

“Oh… Yapma Sait amca…” dedim yutkunarak… Sanki durma devam et der gibi söylemiştim bunu… Durmadı, devam etti. Okşadı, okşadı… Memelerimi, karnımı, bacaklarımı, kasıklarımın tüylerini… Bütün hareketleri yavaş, okşamaları yumuşacıktı. Bu ise daha da delirtiyor, daha da zevk veriyordu bana.

“Artık amca yok…” dedi fısıltıyla… Eğilip heyecandan kuruyan dudaklarıma bir öpücük kondurdu. “Amca yok… Senin sevgilinim ben… Seni seven erkeğim. Tamam mı uslu kız?” Başımı salladım peki anlamında…

“Çok güzel dudakların var canım… Çok tatlı, sanki bal tadı var dudaklarında… Peki şimdi ister misin? O gördüğün şeyleri sana yapmamı… Seni de ablan gibi zevkten bağırtmamı istemez misin bebeğim?”

“Yapamam…” diye inledim çaresizlikle… “Bakireyim dedim sana… Çok istiyorum ama… Yapamam…”

Tekrar öptü dudağımı… Bu kez uzunca… Dudaklarının arasına kıstırdı, bastırdı, dilini hissettim dudaklarımda, yalıyordu. Fısıltılı konuşmasına devam etti dudaklarımın arasında, öpüşmeyle karışık,

“Onu dert etme sen… Kızlığına hiçbir zarar gelmeyecek. İçine girmeden, bekaretini almadan zevk vereceğim sana… Zevkten deli olacaksın. Ablan gibi kıvranacaksın zevkten… İnan bana, güven… İstiyor musun? Zevk almak, sevişmek, orgazm olmak, mutlu olmak ister misin?”

Titreyen ellerimle beni öpen adamın yanaklarını okşadım, saçlarını… Gözlerinin içine baktım.

“Evet… İstiyorum. Bana zevk vermeni istiyorum. Çok hem de… Deli gibi istiyorum. Hadi Sait amca… Sait… Al beni… Ne yapacaksan yap.”

Birden ayağa kalktı. Üzerinde ne varsa çıkarıp fırlattı. Bir anda o da ayakta çırılçıplak kalıvermişti. Yattığım yerde onun heybetli vücuduna bakıyordum. Bacaklarının arasında taş kesilmiş, bana bakan erkekliğine…

Defalarca ablamın her deliğine girip çıktığını gördüğüm, nasıl bir canavara dönüştüğünü gizlice izlediğim erkeklik organı hemen yanıbaşımdaydı. Kaya gibi sert… Dimdik…

“Dokunsana ona…” dedi yukardan boğuk bir sesle… “Okşa… Elinin sıcaklığını hissettir.” Elimi uzatıp parmak ucuyla dokundum önce… Ürkek, titrek… “Kavra onu parmaklarınla… Okşa… Avucunda sık.”

Dediğini yaptım. Okşadım, sertliğini, sıcaklığını hissettim parmaklarımda, damarlarını… Alçalıp yanıma konuşlandı, penisini dudaklarıma değdirdi. Başını öptüm. Bekliyordu. Anladım beklediği şeyi… Dudaklarımı aralayıp başının içeriye girmesine izin verdim. Yavaşça, yılan gibi kayarak girdi ağzıma… Dudaklarımı kapatıp emdim, ağzımın içinde dilimle bastırarak yaladım.

Fazla durmadı ağzımda… Çıkarıp berjerin yanına diz çöktü, bacağımın birini aşağıya aldı, kalçamı kendine çekti. Bacaklarımın arasında, benim sarımtırak tüylü şeftalimle burun buruna geldi. Başımı kaldırmış, merakla hareketlerini izliyordum. Heyecanla sordum ona da,

“Ne yapacaksın bana Sait?” Gözlerini şeftalimden ayırmadan yanıtladı beni,

“Senin yaptığını… Ben de seni öpüp yalamak istiyorum. Sen de ister misin? Amcığını öpüp koklamamı, yalayıp emmemi ister misin?” Gülümseyerek,

“Terbiyesiz…” dedim. “Ahlaksız adam… Amcık diyorsun bir de, karşında genç bir kız var senin…”

Heyecandan ölecek gibiydim. Argo konuşmaları öylesine tahrik ediyordu ki beni… O da bunun farkındaydı. İnadına inadına konuşuyordu,

“Amcık canım… Senin amcığını, amını götünü yalarım ben… Klitorisini emeceğim şimdi… Sen de benim sikimi yalayacaksın. Yarrağımı… Taşaklarımı yalamanı da isterim, ona göre… Hoşuma gider, bayılırım.”

“Hadi artık pis adam… Ne yapacaksan yap. Bekleyecek halim kalmadı. Amımı öpecek misin, yalayacak mısın, yap artık…”

“Peki canım. Bir tanem. Sana söylemiştim ben daha önce, senin istemediğin hiçbir şey yapmam sana demiştim. Bak şimdi, sen istediğin için yapıyorum bunu… Yalamamı istiyorsun değil mi?” Yattığım yerde kıvrandım,

“Evet…” diye hırladım adama… “İstiyorum. Yala hadi… Öp amcığımı… Ben istiyorum. İzin veriyorum sana… Öp şunu…”

Bacaklarımı aralayıp başını kasıklarıma yaklaştırdı. Minik minik öpücüklerle üçgenimin etrafında dolaştı önce… Ohh… Güzel… Sonra öpücükler çizgide yoğunlaştı. Biraz daha bacaklarımı açtım. Kan hücum edip şişmiş amımın dudakları açıldı iyice, ıslak iç dudaklar pembe pembe meydana çıktı. Durup hayran hayran baktı amcığıma,

“Hadi, ne bekliyorsun?” diye çıkıştım yine… “Öp…”

Onun sıcak, sert erkek dudakları benim pembe, ıslak, tazecik am dudaklarımla öpüşmeye başladı bir anda… Harika bir şeydi bu…

“Aahhh…” diye kıvrandım zevkle… “Güzell… Çok güzel…” diye inledim.

İşine devam etti Sait hoca… Dudaklarıyla öptü, klitorisimi iki dudağının arasına kıstırıp emdi, iç dudaklarımı yaladı, emdi, dilini bir penis gibi olabildiğince içime sokmaya çalıştı. Dakikalarca kıvrandırdı beni… Öyle korkunç bir zevk alıyordum ki, iliklerime kadar işliyordu şehvet duygusu…

Sonunda beynimde şimşekler çakmaya, kasılmaya başladım. Boşalıyordum. Adamın başını bacaklarımın arasına kıstırıp hareketsiz bıraktım. Kalçalarımı kaldırıp indiriyor, ressamın saçlarını yoluyordum bilinçsizce… O ise dudaklarını amcığıma kapatmış, ağzının içine alıp acımasızca, vantuz gibi emmeye devam ediyordu ben boşalırken…

“Yeter… Yeter artık… Bırak…” demek zorunda kaldım sonunda…

Ellerim halsizce iki yanımda, tırnaklarımı avucuma geçirmiş, son orgazm kasılmalarımı yaşıyordum. Sait hocanın elleri kasılıp duran bedenimde, karnımda, memelerimde dolaşıyor, aldığım son hazzı uzatmaya çalışıyordu.

“Güzel miydi bebeğim? Beklediğin gibi oldu mu?” diye sordu, karnımda öpücüklerle dolaşırken…

“Evet… Harikaydı. Hiç böyle bir şey yaşamamıştım. Nefis…” diyebildim.

“Daha neler yaşayacaksın. Bekle bakalım. Şimdi sıra sende güzelim. Sen de bana yaşat o zevki… Sikimi yala… Em…”

Dizlerinin üzerinde yaklaşmış, sikini memelerimde dolaştırıyor, sonra da ağzıma uzatıyordu. Elimle tutup ağzıma soktum. Yaladım, emdim, vakumladım. Çıkarıp tükürüklerimle kayganlaşan aleti boydan boya sıvazladım, masturbasyon yapar gibi parmaklarımın arasında kaydırdım. İnternetteki pornolardan, ablamla yatak odasında yaptıklarından ne kaptıysam, ne öğrendiysem aletinin üzerinde uyguladım.

Az sonra o da inlemeye, böğürmeye, kasılmaya başladı. Birden ellerimin arasındaki alet iyice sertleşti, ucundan beyaz sıvılar fışkırıyordu. Ben ne olduğunu anlamaya çalışırken yüzüm gözüm sperm içinde kalmıştı bile… Bitince yanıma uzandı. Yanağımdaki spermleri parmağının ucuyla alıp dudağıma sürdü,

“Yala Nil, tadına bak… Mutlu ettiğin erkeğin spermleri bunlar… Tanışmalı, alışmalısın… Bundan sonra hayatında önemli bir yeri olacak. seviştiğin erkekler sürekli sana bunu yedirmeye, yutturmaya çalışacaklar,. Çok severler senin bunu yapmanı…” dedi. Zorlayınca dudaklarımı aralayıp parmağını emdim, biraz iğrenerek de olsa, sperminin tadına baktım.

“Neden erkekler dedin? Sen olmayacak mısın?” dedim merakla…

“Ben senin için yaşlı sayılırım güzelim. Sen açılmamış goncasın. Sana bildiklerimi öğretirim. Sevişmeyi, erkeğini mutlu etmeyi öğrenirsin. Sonra başka erkekler çıkar karşına… Aşık olursun, evlenirsin. Gonca açılır, gül olur artık… Ama sakın beni unutma olur mu? Arada sırada beni de mutlu etmeye gel. Söz ver bana geleceğine…”

“Peki sevgilim…” diyerek kolunun altına girdim yattığım yerde, koynuna sokuldum. “Söz veriyorum.” Eğilip dudaklarımdan öptü uzun uzun…

Eve gitme saati gelene kadar öylece, çırılçıplak yattık. Birbirimizi okşadık. O günden sonra hep oral seks yaptık. Beni hiç zorlamadı. Bekaretimi bozmadan bana zevk verecek ne varsa yaptı. Hep kolladı beni, ihtiyaçlarımı gördü. Kendince sevdi işte…

Ben de ona modellik yaptım. Özel ders verirken öğrencilerine de çıplak poz verdim. Kızlı erkekli resim öğrencilerinin karşısında çırılçıplak durup saatlerce modellik yaptım. O da değişik bir duyguydu. Bugünkü umursamazlığım, teşhirciliğim o günlerden kalma belki de…

Dediğim gibi bekaretime dokunmadı hiç… Seninle tanışıp evlendikten sonra sözümü tuttum. Onu unutmadığımı göstermek için Sait hocanın yanına evli bir kadın olarak ilk geldiğim gün sikti beni… Acımadan hem de…

“Hani istemediğin bir şey yapmazdı sana beyefendi? Acımadan sikmiş işte seni…”

“Yine yanıldın kocacım… Acımadı ama, acımasını isteyen kim? Modellik yaptığım aylar boyunca bana dokunmayan adam, engelin kalktığını görünce adeta üstüme saldırdı. Bir iki mırın kırın edecek oldum. Artık evliyim, kocam var, seviyorum, şu bu… Dinlemedi bile…

Eh, ben de kendimi koyuverdim artık… Zaten merak ediyordum onu içime almanın nasıl bir şey olacağını, merakımı giderdim doya doya… Sabah gittim, akşama kadar durup dinlenmeden seviştik. Atölyesinde, yatak odasında, mutfakta, merdivenlerde, banyoda…

Evin her yerinde, kıyasıya sikti, mahvetti beni… O yüzden sana söyleyemedim ressamın yanına gittiğimi… Beni önlü arkalı dağıttığını… Regl oldum diyerek diye üç gün vermedim sana… Sonra da sık sık gelip poz vermeye, canımız istedikçe sevişmeye devam ettik.”

“Vay vicdansız vay… Karıcığımın amını götünü dağıttı ha?”

Gidip kocamın kucağına oturdum. Boynuna sarılıp dudaklarından öptüm. Ben Sait hocayla nasıl seviştiğimi, nasıl zevk aldığımı anlattıkça pipisi sertleşmişti, alttan kalçama battığını hissediyordum.

“Evet kocacım… Amımı götümü sikti, dağıttı. Sen de sikiyorsun ama, kendi çapında tabi… Ressamın çapı biraz değil, epeyce büyük işte… Hem büyük, hem kalın… Duvardaki senin takıldığın masturbasyon tablosu da o günden sonra yapıldı. Biraz resim, bolca seks… Ne dersin aşkım? Bundan sonra da modelliğe devam edebilirim değil mi? Sakıncası var mı senin için?”

“Hayır aşkım, ne sakıncası olacak? Madem ki karıcığımın hoşuna gidiyor, zevk alıyorsun, mutlusun, neden engel olayım ki? Üstelik bir de resimler satıldıkça para da kazanacaksın. Daha ne isterim… Karşı çıkmak için manyak olmak lazım…” Öpücüklere boğdum kocamı,

“Canım benim… Canım kocacım… Anlayışlı kocam…”

“Gelirsin, Sait hoca hem senin resmini yapar, hem de canınız çekince sevişirsiniz, seni doyurur. Benim eksik kaldığım noktaları o tamamlıyor, farkında mısın? Ekonomik yönden, cinsel doyum yönünden… Ne güzel işte…”

Kocamın cümlesi bittiği anda kapıdan bir alkış sesi duyuldu. Ve alkışlarla beraber Sait hocanın kalın, davudi sesi,

“Bravo azizim… Bravo sana…”

Karı koca şaşkınlıkla ona döndük. Kapıya yaslanmış, elleriyle alkış yapıyordu. Sanırım bir süredir bizi dinliyordu. Yanımıza geldi,

“İşte ideal koca… Ne kadar şanslısın Nil… Her koca bunu yapamaz biliyor musun? Karısını köle gibi sahiplenir, kendi kulu gibi kullanır. Namus, töre, bilmem ne… Ama gerçekten, hassaten tebrik ediyorum sizi… Mutluluğun formülünü bulmuşsunuz siz…”

Şaşkın şaşkın bakıyorduk kocamla… Eğilip ikimizin de boynuna sarıldı. Kollarının arasında sıktı bizi…

“Küçüklüğünden beri severim bu kızı ben… Beni çok mutlu etti. Sen de Nil’i mutlu ettiğin için teşekkür ederim sana Efe… Anlayışsız bir kalasla evlenecek diye ödüm kopuyordu. İyi ki sen varsın.”

Öylece, birbirimize sarılıp kaldık üç kişi… Diğerlerini bilmiyordum ama, ben gerçekten mutluydum.

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I feel your eyes glued to my ass as I bend over the counter, I glance up to see your distracted conversation with a customer. I seal my lips to contain my smile, this secret we have has ignited a fire in me that I try desperately to contain for the eight hours we’re under scrutiny. Since our indiscretion last weekend, every shift has been filled with lustful stolen glances and careful restraint. We parted on an agreement to not let it happen again, the complications could go on forever. In other words, my panties are soaked and my pussy throbs for hours during the day. You’re far more committed to our resolution than I, and with each passing day my subtle attempts get more ruthless as my desire rises.

I stretch my legs, bending deeper to lengthen my back and give you the maximum view of the ass I want you to pound. I’m a classy lady, but now I just want to be your whore. Having to be on proper behavior on the outside is intensifying the dirty thoughts inside my head; I zombie through my shift today imagining your dick, coated in my juices, pulling out of my tight hole and sliding into my mouth so I can suck off my taste and coat my tongue in it. I loved the feeling of your erection pressing against my lips and my mouth is watering to choke on it again.

I’m deep in thought, reminiscing about the taste of your shaft, how I long to run my tongue back and forth across that taut underside of your head, caressing the ridge. I love your response when I licked slowly, my lips tight to your shaft, running my tongue at a painfully careful pace from my lips up, pressing the head into my throat with my flat of my tongue. I long to hear you groan and strain to hold back from fucking my face; we both enjoy my slow torture. I wonder what other movement bring you close to the edge, I know that with the tip lodged firmly in my throat with my lips alternately squeezing your base and rubbing my tongue as far down your balls as it will go garnered positive results last time.

I’ve lost myself in thought. I feel you behind me, mumbling something about sales. I hear your voice, but not your words. I smell you, a soft woodsy type scent that is only apparent when I’m close. That smell was in my hair after you left my bed. I don’t want to turn, I feel you standing at my side, our attraction strong enough that I sense how close you’re standing. I’m still stretched over the counter, but now it’s more of a lazy drape, my body wanting to melt into you and not be behind this stupid counter. The store is quiet, the mid-morning lull has left us alone in the front. You’ve stopped making small talk, I’m listening to your breathing and debating if I can handle turning my head to meet your eyes. You lean against the counter next to me, I’m looking at your chest, and I drag my eyes to your face. My peacocking abandoned, I am at your mercy.

The power in your stare holds me, the blood rushing through me makes me a little light headed. Your expression clearly indicates you’re seeing right through my cardigan, your lust is winning, even by just a tiny bit. I want to kiss you for days, I want to drop to my knees and deep throat you while looking up at your face through watery eyes, I want to straddle you and hold on while you pound me from beneath. A coworker calls to you, and web tasarım suddenly a wall is where our connection just was, and my moment of bliss is over.

…………

A week passes full of similar events, with you getting more and more distant. I spend my nights with my hands between my legs, trying to satiate my lust. My left wrist is sore from straining around my hip to finger my asshole while rubbing my clit. I broke down and purchased a butt plug, a pathetic piece of clear plastic to represent what I wish were your fingers. Its fullness presses into the walls of my rectum, providing a delicious sensation when I probe my pussy with my fingers. After a late night of alternating pumping the toy in and out of my ass and plunging into my wet twat, I groggily ready myself for another day of drudgery. Fixing my hair, I glance at the ass toy sitting on my vanity. I stare at myself in the mirror, daring myself to follow through with my thought. My pussy tightens with excitement and I grab the plug, pull up my skirt, and my thong to the side. Already running late, I stick the toy in my mouth and lube it with saliva before placing it against my puckered hole. Sighing as it sinks in, I turn around and use the edge of the bathroom counter to send the thickest piece past my outer ring, securing the thing inside me for the next few hours (or until I lost my nerve). Stiffly, I pull the narrow band of mesh thong over the top to hold the base tightly to my cheeks, and slide my pencil skirt over the naughty secret.

Surprisingly, the day is flying by, the constant reminder of my most erogenous place making for incredible focus necessary to complete the most basic tasks. Lunch rolls around and I escape to the quiet break room. I turn the corner and sink into the wall next to the fridge, enjoying the sensation my breath brings to my anus. I hear the door open, the lights are still off in here, I’m in the shadow cast by the hallway lights and I’m hoping whoever is disturbing my moment of bliss will continue to the back offices. You step into the kitchen and reach for the light switch, but freeze when you see me. I see your silhouette glance toward the offices, then you’re crossing the small space in a stride and your arms are around me. Your hungry embrace knocks the breath out of me, I hear my own heartbeat as your lips press to my throat to moisten my skin with your tongue. Voices get louder from the back, I hold my breath. You almost growl, a carnal frustration. “Stay.” The command is low and hard. Like I can move at all. The thin piece of fabric between my legs is soaked through, my asshole is clenching down on the base of my little secret, and I’m trying to make sense of what just happened. I hear you explaining food poisoning to someone, I hear my name, I hear a “go home” and suddenly you are back, grabbing my purse and motioning for me to hurry out the door. The parking lot is sparse, my car is passed up and you herd me to your sedan. Pausing to open the passenger door for me, I smile at your frenzied politeness while you swear under your breath the whole time.

You make a few turns and we are at a park, you turn to me looking pained. “Look. This shouldn’t be happening, but it is.” I stare blankly while you rub your forehead, cussing me out web tasarım ankara in a whisper. I reach out and tentatively touch your hand and you explode from your seat on top of me, pinning me against the door, pulling me toward you. My hands roam your back, clutching desperately while your fingers knead my body. Cat-calling comes to my awareness, glancing out the window I see a group of teenagers leering at us “fucking seriously” you exclaim and I am left disheveled in the seat while you turn the key again. I’m guessing you’re heading to your apartment, I can’t stop staring at you, your jaw set. Your hand goes to my bare thigh, squeezing rather tightly, enough to bring a moan from me. You glance over, shocked out of your intensity to resume your pained expression. “You’re so fucking sexy I can’t stand it. You’re physically hurting me, do you know that? God I’ve had blue balls for weeks. I don’t care anymore. I want you, are you happy? God I want you.” Pulling up to a building, I follow you to the stairs and you push me ahead of you. Content, I lift my skirt a bit higher to let you peek under as you follow me up the incline. You suck in your breath when you glimpse the prize.

Fumbling with the lock, I take advantage of your distraction and press my body to you. You drop the keys and turn to take me against you, gripping my ass cheeks through the fabric and pulling me up just to let me slide down again, across your swollen dick. Hastily, you grab the keys and figure it out to throw the door open, grabbing my hand and dragging me inside. Your bedroom door is open and I see your semi-made bed, but you pull me to you and plunge your tongue into my mouth and unleash your frustration on me. Your fingers dig into my ass, I’m sure leaving a print. You find the base of the butt plug, exploring it, pulling it out as far as my panties allow and slipping your hand further underneath to dip into my soaking hole. I throw my head back and gasp when you probe my entrance, “you teasing slut” you utter and you pull your hand away and slap my bare ass. Now that you have me alone, your excitement has boiled down to a savoring enjoyment. You sit on the couch, throwing an arm over the back. “Strip.” I’m taken off guard by this authoritative tone, but it makes my pussy tingle and I obey. I right my bunched skirt and smooth it over my hips before facing you.

Your dark chocolate eyes see me naked already, recalling your suppressed memories from the single time you saw my body nearly a month ago. Your eyebrow and the tent in your pants are raised, studying me standing here dressed conservatively with an obscene toy spreading my asshole open underneath. I take a step closer, letting my hair down from the classy bun it’s enclosed in, slipping out of my simple flats. Your eyes are glued to mine until I begin unbuttoning my white cardigan, the irony of the pure color not lost on me. Not expecting such a response today, my plain white bra underneath is nothing special, but my erect nipples showing through make you draw in your breath. Dropping the sweater to the floor I bring my hands to my breasts, squeezing them together and pinching my nipples, I’m watching your face. Your focus on my tits makes me linger on them, emphasizing each movement while I slip the straps of my bra off and let you drink in the view of my naked cleavage that I’ve been tempting you with. The flimsy fabric joins my shoes and my nipples are standing out so hard and proud my breath on them causes ripples through my body. I glide my hands down my waist, hugging the curve of my hips to the top of my gray pencil skirt, dipping my hands below the seam where I know you want your hands to be. Turning, I grasp the zipper and bend forward as it works its way down, revealing the white see-through thong riding atop my ass cheeks, the fabric straining over my curvy behind. I feel the zipper reach its limit, just above the bulging hilt of the butt plug that has become a lightning rod of pleasure. Hooking my thumbs in the skirt I nudge it over and let it slide to my ankles.

Glancing behind me, I see your hand on your crotch, taking in the view. I’m bent at a perfect right angle, my knees straight, just like I was over the counter the other day. I fold forward, resting my hands on my ankles, stroking up my shins and further up to my thighs. I reach my ass and tug the thong down, just halfway. Just below the plug. Pulling my cheeks apart I display the entrance, letting you see where the clear plastic penetrates my back hole. I push out, the plug juts out a bit further. I squeeze my asshole tight, working the toy with my sphincter. It’s been a few hours since I put it in and most of the lube is gone, except for a few drops from my dripping pussy. I’m so focused on providing you with the best view I didn’t notice you come up behind me. Your still-clothed hips touch my displayed ass, and you run your hands up my thighs. One leaves momentarily to return to my ass, your fingers now wet with spit are eased between my body and the intruder. The warm and wet feeling is relieving and worsening at the same time. You twist the toy, working the new wetness inside me, pulling out slightly you see the pink flesh stretching around the foreign object. My groan pulls a grunt from your lips. I smile and relax while you fuck my asshole with the toy, your grunts of appreciation encourage me to bend all the way to the floor, resting my hands next to my feet so you can fully view my asshole stretching and accepting the plastic. I feel the bulbous bottom break free, my anus stretching tight and revealing how far I love being opened. The rest of the toy slides out and you place your thumbs on either side of my hole and press me open. I feel the air tease my insides, the vacant space an odd feeling after having a pressing spear up my backside for the past few hours. I squeeze my muscles to shrink the hole, you knead my ass, watching me struggle to close the orifice you’re admiring.

Spinning me around you catch my mouth with yours. Your kisses are unlike any I’ve experienced, so gentle but with a power behind them. With your hands in my hair you guide me to your bed. I’m happy to take the submissive role; I pull away and coyly look up at you with innocent eyes. Grabbing my hair, you pull me down to my knees. I sink down gratefully and receive my prize. Something about slobbering on your cock with your preppy slacks around your ankles makes me more enthusiastic. Your light stroking on the back of my head and face is equally as encouraging and I choke, gagging on the head and drooling a little down onto my right tit. At this you groan and thrust hard, spraying down my esophagus the pent up testosterone you’ve been saving for me.

To be continued…

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Carlie pulled the van into the kerb and sighed. Last delivery of the day. She couldn’t wait to get home; it was a hot, sticky day and she needed to have a cool shower and then lie back on the bed and release some tension. The hot weather always made her feel even more horny than usual, especially as she hadn’t had sex in a few weeks. A brief memory of the hot night she’d had with the guy she met at the club a fortnight ago flickered through her mind and she felt heat bloom between her thighs and her nipples tighten. Damn, she thought, I really need to fuck.

Grabbing the parcel and her clipboard from the seat, she slid out of the van and made her way up the path to the door. She had managed to deliver every package so far and there was nothing to take back to the depot; as long as there was someone to sign for this delivery, she could go straight home and strip. Her pussy throbbed; forget the shower, she just needed to come.

It looked promising. There was a car in the driveway and she could hear the faint strain of some smoky blues music drifting from inside the house. Stepping up onto the porch, she pressed her finger to the doorbell and waited…

*****

Matt had just settled back onto the sofa with a tumbler of vodka and ice when he heard the doorbell ring. He swore under his breath. As was customary when at home, he was naked. The heat of the day had been overwhelming and he’d been glad of the opportunity to take a shower and relax. All he wanted was to have a few drinks and listen to some music, maybe watch a little porn later. He certainly wasn’t expecting any visitors. Perhaps if he ignored the doorbell, they’d go away…

*****

Carlie stood patiently on the doorstep, waiting for an answer. Come on, she thought. I know you’re in there. Shifting the box to the other hand, she leaned forward to press the doorbell again. The clipboard shifted under her arm and she heard her pen drop to the floor. With a sigh, she bent over to pick it up…

*****

As the doorbell rang again, Matt quietly let out a string of expletives. Whoever it was didn’t seem to be taking the hint; probably some door-to-door salesman, desperate for a commission. Putting down his drink, he padded over to the bay window and carefully took a quick glance towards the door, hoping not to get noticed in this furtive act.

His gaze was caught by the sight of a set of perfectly rounded buttocks encased in white cotton shorts. The fabric was stretched taut across the cheeks of this delicious arse as the female bent over to retrieve something from the floor. Whoever she was, she was wearing a thong; the outline of the fabric was just evident through the shorts. Matt felt his cock stir. He watched as she straightened again; she was a pretty girl, blonde, very curvy, with a pair of full breasts barely hidden under a cotton vest top and long, tanned legs. His hand went unconsciously to his now semi-hard cock and tugged it slowly as he imagined stripping those shorts from her buttocks…

*****

Carlie swore under her breath as there was still no response at the door. She was certain there must be someone home; ringing the bell again, she then stepped across to the bay window, peering through the net curtain to see if she could spot anyone inside. It took a moment to realise there was a man standing just inside the window…and another moment to notice that he was completely naked and holding his cock as he stood there.

Carlie stood still, unable to tear her gaze away from his naked form, feeling a familiar trickle of arousal slide between her thighs. Her gaze travelled down his body and back up to his face and she watched him slowly smile as he registered her appraisal. She held his gaze for a few more seconds; aware that his hand had started to move along his thick shaft, her eyes dropped to watch him. Oh god, she thought, that’s so fucking hot. Then, stepping back, she shook herself and cleared her throat.

“Ummm…Mr Craig? I have a parcel for you…” She stammered as she moved back away from the window to the door.

*****

Matt heard the doorbell ring again, but before he had time to move, he saw the woman step across to the window and peer in. He froze, hoping that she hadn’t seen him. As he saw an expression of shock cross her face, he knew he’d been spotted; for some reason she didn’t move away. She remained, as the seconds ticked by, watching him as he stood with his turgid shaft in his hand. He realised she was boldly checking him out and a wolfish smile crossed his face. His eyes caught hers through the gauzy fabric of the curtain; holding her gaze he started to stroke his burgeoning cock once again. Then he saw her eyes drop to his groin and watch for a few seconds more before she stepped away from the window and called out something about a parcel.

He stood for a moment and wondered whether he should cover up to answer the door; considering the expression on her face as she’d watched him, web tasarım he decided to go as he was. Let’s see how she reacts, he thought. Moving down the hall, his cock still in his hand, he opened the door and stood half-hidden behind it.

*****

Turning as the door opened, Carlie was momentarily shocked to realise that the man was still naked, though partly hidden behind the open portal. She thought he’d have grabbed a robe or something. Stepping forward, she offered up the parcel to him.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, Mr Craig, but I need you to sign for this,” she said quickly.

“Excuse my state of undress, I wasn’t expecting visitors,” he chuckled.

“I got that impression,” Carlie grinned back at him, recovering her composure. “I do apologise for snooping in your window, I knew someone must be in, thought that you might have been in the garden or something.”

He moved to take the package from her and her eyes were drawn downwards again, registering the shaven skin around his barely concealed tumescence. As he turned round to place the package on the floor, she caught sight of his taught buttocks.

“Mmmm, great arse…” she thought, then clapped her hand over her mouth as she realised she’d uttered the words out loud. She flushed scarlet as the man turned back to her, grinning hugely.

“Thank you very much,” he responded in a deep voice that made her stomach curl. “May I say I think yours is utterly delicious too?”

He’s flirting with me, she thought. Carlie held out the clipboard and pen. “Erm, I need you to sign this,” she insisted.

“OK,” Matt responded, taking them from her. He waited a beat. “Did you enjoy the view? Through the window?” His eyes sought hers as he looked up with a sensual smile.

Carlie caught his gaze and swallowed. Before she could answer, he spoke again. “This pen isn’t working. Hang on while I go and get another one.”

He turned and strode down the hall; she just stood watching him, as another flood of longing swept through her. She felt her juices trickling from between her pussy lips and moaned softly. As he returned, she laughed out loud; he’d barely covered his modesty with a tea towel. Grinning at her, he walked back down the hall.

“Sorry, it was the first thing that came to hand,” he said, chuckling. He picked up the clipboard again. “You didn’t answer my question.”

Carlie was momentarily confused.

“The view,” he repeated, his voice low and sensual. “Did you enjoy it?”

She licked her lips to moisten them and considered her answer. He was definitely coming on to her. All that was waiting for her at home was a cool shower and a vibrator. The decision was made.

“I enjoyed it very much indeed,” she said huskily. “In fact, I’d love to see it again.”

Matt put the clipboard down and held out his hand to her. “Come on in,” he said. Drawing her through the door, he closed it behind her and turned to face her; deliberately, he dropped the towel and watched her reaction. Carlie swallowed heavily as her eyes travelled down his body. He wasn’t a model figure, but he was in pretty good shape. He had a broad chest, covered in a smattering of dark hair, arrowing down to his groin, where he’d obviously shaven it clean. His cock jutted proudly from between his legs, and she stared at it with naked lust in her eyes. It was a nice length, thick, with a smooth pink dome and she knew she wanted to taste it.

She moved forward and boldly curled her hand around his shaft. Matt moved one hand up to the nape of her neck beneath her hair and pulled her towards him, covering her lips with his. Her mouth opened underneath the pressure and she felt his tongue snake into her mouth, searching for hers. As they kissed, she felt his other hand move to her breast, his thumb brushing over her taut nipple sending a shiver of pleasure through her body. Carlie’s hand gently stroked his shaft, squeezing along the length before her palm glided over the smooth head. He drew in a sharp breath at her touch.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he growled, sliding his hand beneath her top and pulling it upwards. Carlie released his cock from her grasp and lifted her arms up to help him. He threw her top to the floor and his mouth moved to close over one pebble-like nipple as his hands moved to her waist. He quickly unbuttoned her shorts and then slid his hand inside the opening, his fingers seeking the heat between her thighs. She shifted, opening her legs to allow him better access. “Someone’s feeling horny,” he chuckled as his fingertips encountered the soaked material of her panties. She shuddered as he teased her through the material, stroking her clit before he pushed the fabric between her wet pussy lips and inside her. A soft moan escaped Carlie’s mouth as his lips returned to her breasts, suckling and nipping on each bud in turn while his fingers continued to probe at her soaked cleft. His other hand tugged at the back of her shorts; she web tasarım ankara shifted, allowing him to slide them down her legs. As she quickly stepped out of them, he moved her back to rest against the wall.

She felt him pull the material of her thong aside and push one, then two, then three fingers deep into her pussy. Moaning heavily, she spread her legs wider as he started to drive his fingers into her pussy, rubbing them over her g-spot and almost instantly, her climax rushed through her.

“Oh shit,” she cried as her legs buckled beneath her. Matt grabbed her waist to support her as he continued to fuck into her spasming quim with his hand; her juices ran out over his fingers, wetting her thighs. He gradually slowed the movement of his hand as her climax came to an end, still lightly moving them inside her as she tried to catch her breath. Then he pulled his fingers from her and lifted them to his mouth, tasting her cum.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he said as he licked the juice from his hand. Then he kissed her and she could taste the salty, sweet tang of her climax on his tongue. Matt took her hand and led her into the living room. He stood her in front of the couch and stepped back. “Turn round for me,” he said. She gave him a quizzical look, but complied. He watched as she slowly turned to face the wall.

“Would you kneel on the couch and bend forward for me?” He requested. She did as she was asked, then looked back over her shoulder at him. “You really do have the most beautiful arse,” he said in a low voice.

He moved forward and kneeled behind her. Pulling her thong to one side with his hand, he leaned forward and inhaled the musky scent of her pussy. Then he darted out his tongue and teased her clit. Carlie shuddered and groaned with pleasure. Matt buried his face in her pussy, tugging on her clit with his teeth, licking and sucking at her pussy lips before burying his tongue inside her. His hands reached underneath her and his fingers twisted her nipples gently. She squirmed and pushed back against him, moaning heavily as his rough tongue scraped across her throbbing clit. “Fuck me with your tongue,” she sighed as he lapped at her engorged labia.

Then he pulled back, his face soaked in her juice. Moaning in frustration, Carlie pushed back towards him again; she stilled as she felt his tongue probe tentatively at her tight rosebud. His hands pulled her cheeks apart as his tongue circled the rim of her anus; hesitantly he pushed his tongue into the centre of her puckered hole. Carlie gasped and pushed back at him. That was all the encouragement he needed; he wriggled his tongue inside her, as his thumb moved to brush across her clit, rubbing over the swollen nub of flesh. Gently he tongue fucked her arse, while his fingers continued to torment her pussy. She bucked against his ministrations, whimpering with pleasure.

Matt groaned in satisfaction as he felt her respond to his tongue. He wriggled it deeper inside her as his fingers slipped inside her soaking slit and rubbed over her ribbed walls. He could feel his cock throbbing and his balls tightening. Gently withdrawing his tongue from her anus he grinned at her howl of frustration. Standing quickly, he moved in close behind her. He took his thick shaft in his hand, rubbed it along her swollen lips and then in one swift movement thrust into Carlie’s pussy. She gasped as she felt his balls slap against her thighs as he buried himself to the hilt. Grabbing her hips, he slid out of her until just his tip remained inside and then he sheathed his cock completely again, pulling her hips back towards him. Slowly he started to fuck into her; long, deep strokes that tormented and pleasured her in equal measure.

Carlie pushed back against him as his cock thrust into her over and over again; enjoying the feel of his thick cock as it stretched her soaking cunt. Her hand slipped between her legs and she started to rub her throbbing clit in languid circles, not wanting to cum again just yet, building towards her orgasm slowly. She could hear the squelch of her sex as Matt’s cock slid into her and the sound made her even hornier.

She pushed back frantically at him, wanting every inch inside. “Fuck me harder, don’t stop,” she urged him. “I love your big cock inside me; it feels so thick…I’m full of your lovely prick.”

Matt groaned as his hands tightened around her hips. “Fuck it, you dirty bitch…you’re going to make me come,” he growled as he tried to slow the pace. Sweat trickled down his chest; the day was sultry and the heat of their fucking almost overwhelmed him. Carlie didn’t hear him. She was lost in the moment; her fingers played over her clit as she felt her own orgasm building again.

“Oh god…I’m coming…I’m…” Her legs trembled as she finally tumbled over the precipice into a tumultuous climax, the tremors wracking her body as she clenched tightly around his cock, her juices coating his shaft. It was all too much for Matt; the sensation of her climaxing pussy squeezing his cock was enough for the boiling seed in his sacks to spill over and with a loud grunt, he thrust deep as the spunk gushed from his cock.

Carlie squealed as she felt him spurt inside her. “Oh god, that feels so good!” she cried, still caught in her own climax. Her pussy milked every drop of goo from Matt’s balls until finally they both stilled, panting heavily. Matt’s softening cock slipped from between her puffy labia and he watched as a final shudder ran through her. Carlie collapsed forward onto the sofa, her skin slick with perspiration; a dribble of their combined come trickled slowly from between her bright red pussy lips and instinctively he bent forward and licked the length of her slit, catching the salty, sweet, sticky goo on his tongue.

“Let me taste it,” she begged, turning towards him. He leaned towards her and kissed her, his tongue melding with hers, sharing the taste of their fucking. Carlie moaned into his mouth and then pulled her lips from his; with a grin, she moved forward and took his soft cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the shaft, cleaning the mixture of semen and her juices from him.

Carlie lavished attention on his prick. She raked her teeth gently over him as her hands gently squeezed and caressed his balls. Matt stood silently, enjoying her tender ministrations, watching her as she worked on him. Then her lips trailed slowly upwards, tongue tasting the salty sweat on his skin as she moved towards his nipples. Carlie took one into her mouth, catching it between her teeth and gently tugging. Her fingernails traced languid patterns on his damp skin as she explored every curve and hollow of his body with her hands; her stiff nipples brushed over his body as she moved behind him. She caressed his back, fingers drifting down to his buttocks; her lips followed the same winding trail. She licked droplets of moisture from the small of his back. Matt felt her finger slip between his buttocks, swirling teasingly over his anus; her tongue replaced the finger and probed gently.

To his amazement, his cock stirred to life once again. “What the fuck are you doing to me, woman?” he muttered. “Get round here and suck me, now!”

Carlie wasted no time, kneeling in front of him, her tongue licking the length of the veiny shaft before her lips closed over the purple dome and slid along his length until he was fully enclosed in moist heat. He groaned, his hand threading into her silky hair and tightening; holding her in place, he started to fuck her mouth. She gagged as his tip hit the back of her throat and she pushed him away, threads of drool dribbling from her lips onto her breasts as she struggled to catch her breath.

“Are you ok?” Matt asked with concern; his question was answered as she looked up at him and opened her mouth to take him once again. His hand still woven tightly in her hair, he held her head in place as he rubbed his cock over her face, smearing a mixture of precum and drool over her cheeks. Then he slid between her lips once more and pushed into her mouth, gently this time; within moments, Carlie was sucking ferociously on his cock, taking him deep into her mouth as her hands slid between his legs to play gently with his balls. Matt felt them tighten in her hands as he felt the surge in his cock; wrenching her head back, he pulled his shaft from her lips and sprayed hot jets over her face. Spurt after spurt covered her and then dripped in slow, stringy threads down to her breasts.

Carlie reached down and scooped up dribbles of his come with her fingers; with a lascivious grin, she popped them into her mouth, savouring the taste of his seed. Matt chuckled as he slumped onto the sofa, totally spent. She stood, looking round enquiringly.

“Could I use your bathroom?”

“Help yourself,” Matt responded. “Up the stairs; first door on the right.”

He watched her beautifully shaped bottom with a wry smile as she grabbed her discarded clothes from the hall and made her way upstairs. A few minutes later, she returned; although fully dressed, she was still slightly rumpled and definitely had that ‘just fucked’ look. She’d washed her face, but the upper slopes of her breasts still glistened with the shine of his sticky goo.

Walking to the door, Carlie retrieved her clipboard and pen and stepped outside. Turning to him, she grinned.

“Thanks for a fun afternoon…Oh…and you never did sign for your delivery.”

Matt took the clipboard, laughing. He signed his name with a flourish and passed it back to her.

“By the way, my name’s Carlie,” she said. “See you around.” She walked back to the van, enjoying the familiar sensation of soreness between her legs and the slow trickle of come that was now running down the inside of her thigh. Climbing into the van, she checked the delivery note. Punching the phone number into to her mobile, she grinned; she hit the call button, put the phone to her ear and waited a few seconds.

“Hello, Mr Craig,” she said, the smile evident in her voice. “I have a parcel that I need to deliver to you tomorrow afternoon…”

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This story was written as part of an “On the Job” story event in which over 20 authors participated. I hope you are able to read and enjoy them.

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I dreamed of soaring at incredible velocities through vast darkness salted by winks of light and glorious gaseous clouds. Feeling unbridled joy as my body used gravity assists to whip around planets and slingshot back into deep space.

I dreamed of black holes and blazing stars and slowly wakened to the sensation of heat closing around the head of my cock. In the darkness I felt soft lips move along my sensitive glans, a hungry tongue swirled and I moaned. The mouth pulled off, a silky hand stroked me.

Delicate fingers pinched my nipples, soft then hard, I flinched in pleasure-pain and groaned and almost reached down as the mouth swooped back down on my cock and came up slowly, scraping me with teeth. Again the hand, the sweet sting slowly fading.

A husky voice, “Good morning, love.” I moaned and my cock throbbed. I felt her take one of my balls in her mouth and roll it around. She did the same with the other one and I felt the beginning of an exquisite pain as she gently pressed and mouthed them both, not too hard, but hard enough to make me gasp. I reached down and caressed hair and whispered, “Oh, god.”

She licked lower, adjusted one of my legs up and to the side and swirled her tongue against my rear, the nerves exploded in pleasure and it felt so wonderful. My cock was iron and her flattened tongue licked and swirled and gave me exquisite delight. Her stiff tongue stabbed into my hole and I gasped and moaned as my rings loosened and the tongue speared in as far as possible into that sensitive place.

I lay with my eyes closed as her tongue licked its way back up my cock and I felt lips nip my foreskin. Teeth tugged on me and a palm rubbed the head of my cock and I shivered with desire.

I felt hands on my thighs. Her mouth jabbed down and up and down to swallow an inch or two, then she took me all the way in and I felt her nose against my stomach. Lips were hard around my cock and she raised up and back down, all the way, and I moaned and grabbed the sheets in my fists. She sucked me and her head flew up and down and I heard wet noises.

Oh god, I felt lips, tongue, and teeth. I heard growling and groaning and I and came with an involuntary thrust that she easily absorbed. She held me in her mouth, hot and wet, and I felt myself swell. She held me there until I was fully hard again and then I felt her climb up and I welcomed her with a hug and a kiss while she sat on me and took me deep inside. She rocked on me, hands on my chest, fondling and pinching my nipples until she arched and came with a guttural moan.

Her breathing slowed, she lowered herself to lay on me and I held her, my cock still hard inside of her. “Reveille, reveille, reveille,” she whispered softly in my ear and I smiled in the darkness.

*****

After breakfast we sat side by side in the command module reviewing data streams for anomalies. Well, the computers did the heavy lifting, but we told them what to do so we’re still large and in charge. At least I think so.

I sneaked a look at her from the corner of my eye and for the bazillionth time my heart beat a little faster. Even now I still thought she looked scorching hot in her corporate uniform: tight, form fitting trousers and blouse. Stretchy and breathable. Uber comfortable. Her decision to not wear a bra was certainly against dress code, but she knew her visible nipples and breasts swaying with her movements revved me up. Besides, how would the bossmen even know while we’re out here in the void.

“Gotta say, I could use some more of that style wake up call, Rachael. A lot more,” I said.

She tilted her head, her thick shoulder length blond hair falling away from her beautiful face. She used a slender finger, a manicured nail, to tuck her hair behind an ear, smiled and said with a bit of a teasing smirk, “Maybe. Probably. Okay, for sure. I do love cock, you know.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Your cock, especially. I’m kind of programmed that way, you know, after all this time. But after we got seduced into playing with those Aslandians any cock in a storm and the more the better. But yours will always be my favorite starship and I your favorite docking station,” she said and lay a hand gently on my arm.

I laughed and recalled that wild experience. We ran across an Aslandian couple in some latest gen hub pub off the shoulder of Orion. They were about a foot, foot and a half taller than us, slender but very strong, were quite androgynous, very sexually fluid and had multiple appendages, nooks and crannies that they were very creative in using. I mean, Rachael got a three hole penetration from just the husband, or was it the wife. And I experienced fucking a…an alien pussy?…while the wife’s appendage penetrated me while holding the back of my head and encouraging me to suck on another one! Or was it the husband?

Anyway, it surprised me that the whole web tasarım thing felt so natural and amazing. I suspect they may have secreted some aphrodisiac-like pheromones or something that hit me like a sex potion because it all was quite heady and we loved every second of it. In fact, we stayed an extra day claiming the station was waiting on a shipment before they could resupply us. But, boy we fucked ourselves silly with the Aslandians so how can I blame Rachael for learning to crave cock. Works for me because mine is the only one on board. Well, technically not the only one, but the only accessible one. Ha! We’d picked up some cryo human cargo for our leg of their run.

“Yeah, fair point.” I said and patted her knee.

“Okay, Everything looks good,” she said. “The cargo is still in suspension and the biologics are all well within parameters.”

“Outstanding,” I said and swiped my hands together as if dusting them off.

“Lunch time!” I stood and turned toward Rachael on my way out of the command post when she stopped me with a hand cupping my package.

“I saw you sneak a look at me and I like it. A lot. Just so you know, you cut quite the dashing figure in your own tight uniform. I especially like your tight ass and big bulge here.”

I felt myself swell, smiled, pecked her on her head, grabbed her hand and pulled her up to me, kissed her and said, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Rachael said, laying her head against my chest.

*****

After we made the rounds, verified hull integrity via the monitoring software and other sort of important stuff (fingers crossed!), we headed to the game room, aka holodeck. It wasn’t very big, but big enough to hold the exercise and gaming equipment, and it was big part of our on board lives.

“What are you up for?” I said.

“I dunno. Games?”

“Oh yeah.”

We played strip virtual ping pong. To the winner go the spoils.

By the end we were both sweating. Rachael was naked and I was down to my agency approved skivvies.

I could almost feel my pupils dilate as I took her in. Slender, petite (well, most of us are in this job), toned and athletic, with a stunningly gorgeous elfin face perched atop all that excellence. Her breasts a perfect match for her body. And, in the Earth-human style for what must be eons by now, no hair except on her head.

I scooped her up to squeals of delight and had my way with her in the shower.

*****

“How much longer?”

“Until what?”

“To the station, duh,” I said.

Rachael smiled (she enjoys messing with me) and looked at the console, tapped a screen and said, “Looks like another eighteen hours at current velocity.”

I looked over at her.

“What?” she said.

“Nothing.”

“Oh no, you got that look,” she said and smiled, her eyes widening.

“What look?”

“You’re getting ready to be up to something.”

“Who me?” I said as I slid to the floor on my knees. I turned her chair to me and ran my hands up her legs. Her breath quickened.

I put my hands on the inside of Rachael’s thighs, leaned in and licked her. I chewed and nibbled her through her uniform and her breath caught. I unzipped her trousers and pulled them down.

“Going commando again, eh?” I said.

She smiled, tangled my hair in her hand and pulled me to her.

“Mmm, I love how smooth you are, “I said. And you taste amazing. New flavor?”

“Yep. Came in on the last update. Now shut up and lick me.” So I did.

I licked her. Long strokes up, then down the length of her lips. She was getting wetter and I absolutely loved the taste of her. Rachael fought to keep her hips still.

“Oh my god.” She took a deep breath. “Okay, put you gums over your teeth and nibble my lips, the outside ones and then the inside ones. Mmm, that’s right, feels good.” I nibbled and lick her lips as she took control.

“That’s very nice, love. Now take your teeth and grab my lips and pull them. Don’t bite too hard, but not too soft. I can take more now.”

I gently chewed her lips and pulled them away until I lost the grip and they snapped back. “Oh god! Yes, like that!” I smiled at her pleasure, proud to bring her such joy.

“Back to gentle licking now. Alternate between gentle and intense. Taking your time to build up and up and up. Oh, so good.” She caressed my head.

I took my thumb and forefinger and put them on the outside of her pussy. I pinched the meat there. I scooped the lips of her pussy up away from her body. I pinched her pussy that way and licked her.

“God, that feels good.” Rachael was in heaven, her head back, breathing hard. She caressed my head and gave herself up to my efforts. I licked and chewed and pressed my tongue into her. She moaned and her hips moved and pivoted without conscious thought. I pulled her lips with my fingers and pinched her clit. Rachael was writhing on the chair when I put two fingers in her and pressed that sensitive spot. I clamped my mouth over her and worked her with teeth and tongue. I moved my head web tasarım ankara back and forth to get more friction and fucked her hard with my fingers. Rachael was gasping and groaning and grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me against her cunt and yelled and arched and contracted and came.

Rachael’s chest heaved. She released my hair, leaned her head back and put an arm over her eyes. Her breathing slowed. I smiled and wiped my face on my sleeve. I had to adjust my cock in my trousers before unzipping and pushing them down and kicking them off. I hit a switch to flatten the chair, pulled on Rachael’s legs, tipped her over so she was on her back and sank my cock balls deep into her and was pleased to hear her make a ‘woof’ sound.

She rasped, “Oh my god.” I started slowly, out then in. I ground my hips against her, rotating, rubbing, grinding, and swiveling. I picked up speed and was rewarded with, “Oh god, oh my god.”

We finished together in joyous release and I collapsed in exhaustion. Our breathing slowed. Our pulse returned to normal. We lay there in silent comfort, enjoying the afterglow. Surely our hearts were one.

Finally, “Just about out did yourself, there, love. Might be a personal best in the pussy eating department.”

“Glad you enjoyed.”

“Oh, I surely did.”

“Whew. Man. Let’s go get cleaned up.”

We rose on shaky legs and helped each other to the shower where I lovingly washed her, then she me.

*****

After another round checking status and stuff we went back to the holodeck. (See what I mean?)

“Let’s take a walk around Chinatown.”

“On what planet,” I said.

Rachael smiled and said, “I dunno, how about the one where they have those creatures that look sort of like unicorns.”

“Done.” I tapped in the settings and BAM, there we were. Was interesting. The cityscape had a noir-like dark and sparkly-wet atmosphere vibe like in a classic sci-fi movie I remember liking.

I took Rachael’s hand and off we went through the narrow and crowded streets. Many alien cultures and…aliens…brushing up against one another, doing commerce, socializing and doing what creatures everywhere do in their way. We people watched, as it were, and chatted about nothing at all, at ease in the silences and my mind wandered

Life before Rachael was good. But when the company’s operations expanded and they needed longer then way longer runs they realized us space jockeys needed some companionship through the lonely days out in the black vastness, so my Rachael showed up. Turns out we’re a great match for each other but that’s not by accident, I’m sure. I was tested out the wazoo before they let me loose to traipse around space with immensely valuable cargo, not to mention the ships, so I’m sure they did their due diligence. And life with Rachael is better.

I thought back to our first meeting at a satellite headquarters on some terraformed asteroid near the Tannhauser Gate some seven Earth years ago. She entered the conference room and took my breath away. Physically, she was stunning. Her smile beamed as bright as a supernova. The HR heads and honchos left us alone to get to know each other and before long it was as if we were old friends reuniting after a lengthy absence the way we were laughing and teasing and flirting. Everything was so natural and easy it was uncanny. I guessed the company sure did their homework because it felt like love at first sight for us both. Everybody assumed that a pilot and their first mates relationship would evolve into a sexual one at a minimum. I mean, that was just part of the plan, and I couldn’t have been happier.

I returned to the present as we stopped at a street side café where we ordered a strange brew and an appetizer, though had no idea what things were so we basically threw a holodart and hoped for the best.

We were served by a pleasant creature that looked a bit like a walking broccoli stalk. I marveled at how it changed colors chameleon-like as it navigated among the tables and patrons.

I took a sip of the smoldering drink, cloud-like fumes rolling off the top and cascading around my hand, and said, “What do you think?”

“It’s…interesting,” she said after taking a drink.

“Whew, my mouth is exploding in…super intense flavors, but it’s good.”

“Mmm…”

“Kind of thick, though.”

“What about the appetizer? Looks like a prickly sphere,” Rachael said.

I took a bite and said, “They’re crunchy. Whoa! It kind of melted in my mouth and disappeared.”

“Crunchy balls that melt in your mouth? Wonder what that could be.”

I laughed and said, “Stop it! Don’t go there!”

Rachael laughed and took my hand.

We wandered around some more and finally the session timed out, the scene disappeared leaving the holodeck bland and bare and it was back to work. If you could call it that, there’s a lot of free time between space stations and destinations. (Can you say movie night?)

*****

The computers computed, the checklists were checked so we fist bumped and headed to our sleeping quarters, our boots whisking softly on the deck.

Once inside Rachael said, “Remember the Aslandians? How we felt like rag dolls they were so strong and moved us all around?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Did you have fun?”

“Can’t say no,” I said and smiled.

“Did you enjoy all that they did?”

“Can’t say no.”

“Even when they teamed up on you? Poking you everywhere and all that?”

“Uh, still can’t say no,” I said

She smiled and said, “Excellent! I have a surprise for you.”

“Yeah? What?”

“Uh uh. Do you trust me?” her eyes sparkled.

I looked at her warily and said, “Yes, but…”

“I’m the captain tonight?”

“Captain of what?”

“Of you,” Rachael said, pointed a finger at me and cocked her head to one side and I loved the sway of her hair.

“Ah, you want to be the boss.”

“Tonight, I’ll have my way with you.”

I smiled and said, “Promise?”

“Oh, indeed I do,” she said and leered at me. “Go shower up and make it speedy but thorough!”

We were in bed. We made out, touched each other in fun familiar places. Rachael rolled me onto my stomach and straddled me. She caressed my hair, massaged my back, worked her way down, shifted and I felt her kneel between my legs.

“I did some research and I’m going to teach you all that I learned. And I learned a lot.”

I felt her hands spread my cheeks, exposing me. I felt her blow on me and I flinched a bit at the unexpected blast of cool air back there.

“Relax now, I’m going to make you feel real good.”

I felt her tongue, a soft touch on my crinkled opening. She licked me and nerves exploded in delightful sensation. I felt her tongue flatten and she licked my opening and the feeling was exquisite. I felt her lick my hole and then I felt a pointy tongue push and press and spear me and I moaned at the pleasure. I was moaned and ground my cock into the sheet.

“Kneel for me, love,” she said and I pulled my legs up and underneath me so that my torso rested on my thighs and my forehead was on the bed. Rachael moved my knees shoulder width apart and I could see her behind me as she licked and sucked my ass. It felt amazing and I trembled when she stroked my cock as she licked my ass.

Oh god, she licked and speared me with her tongue and I wanted her to never stop. She swirled her tongue around and in my ass and I moaned and moaned. She jacked me I came and she captured my cum in her hand, grabbed my hair and pulled my head up. She placed her hand at my lips and, lost in the moment, I licked my cum from her hand and turned and kissed her and I felt her smile as I fed it back to her. We kissed long after it disappeared.

“Lay on your back, love.”

I lay on my back and looked up at Rachael standing at the foot of the bed working something up her slender legs. She looked spectacular. “I’m going to make love to you. Like you do to me. So you relax, love, and let me bring you pleasures.”

I was thrilled by Rachael’s words. Excitement overlaying small whispers of nervousness and maybe a pale embarrassment. But we were open to each other and always accepting of new urges and ideas.

Rachael put one knee on the mattress, then the other. My eyes widened and my breath quickened as she crawled over me, her cock brushed mine and I moaned. Her face was directly over mine, framed by her lovely hair.

“I’m going to make love to you. I’m going to fuck you like you fuck me. I like it. Love it, even.” A soft kiss and a whispered, “Maybe you will too. I hope so.”

She moved to my side, on her elbow, flicked her hair back and kissed me. God, I loved the tender touch of her lips on mine, her soft, sweet breath, the caress of her hair as she leaned and nibbled my earlobe.

I stroked Rachael as she kissed my eyes, lips, bit my neck. She worked her way down and took my sensitive nipple into her mouth and tongued it sucked it and bit it and I felt the stinging pleasure-pain. She did the same with my other nipple while her hand lightly caressed my stomach and thighs, never touching my cock.

I felt her hair drift over my cock and rewarded her with a moan. She took me in and I felt her hot mouth water as she worked my cock with her lips and tongue. Rachael slowly took her soft mouth off of me. She rolled me over.

“I’m going to prepare you now.” She spread my cheeks and used her tongue on me again. “I love it when you lick my ass. It’s so sensitive there, isn’t it.” Her voice was thick and I moaned.

I felt a wet coldness on my hole. Rachael prepared me, getting me ready for her cock. She took her time and had three fingers in me and I moaned and moved on them, signaling my readiness. She nudged my legs a little farther apart.

I felt a blunt tip at my opening and visualized the cock that was attached to a harness that held it low and firm against her mons.

Rachael pressed gently, but firmly and I felt that thick pressure, the impossibly broad head of her cock relentlessly pushing and spreading my rings. It was intense and I moaned in guilty pleasure as it broke through and filled my ass with an immense pressure. I felt Rachel’s hips against me and I moaned into the sheets.

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“Well, you seem to have me over a barrel,” she said giggling.

“I suppose that’s an apt description of your current position,” I acknowledged as I finished securing the leg strap to the bed.

You see, I had her tied to the bed, face down, but not flat on the bed. Rather, she was bent over a large pile of pillows. With her arms pulled out in front of her, and her legs pulled apart and behind her, she presented a marvelous sight. She has a lovely ass: nice wide hips and full round globes. The effect of having her bent over was to present her ass, wide open to my view. As she was angled forward, her pussy was available as well. The pillows supported her completely and she was, largely, helpless.

“What are you going to do now?” she said, with mock innocence.

So I slapped her ass; not very hard, just hard enough to be playful and get a little shriek out of her. Then I took my hand and began to let my fingers trail up the inside of her thigh. She began to giggle “that tickles!”

I laughed, lifted my fingers as they neared the top of her thigh and began at the knee on the other leg.

Giggling harder now, she cried “Stop!”

Her ass wiggling as much as she could, trying to escape my tickling touch. As my fingers reached the top of her thigh, they trailed along just beside her sex and then up, almost but not quite brushing her little puckered anus. Her giggles turned into a slight mewl. I climbed on the bed between her legs and began to softly stroke her bare skin just alongside her slit. Not quite touching her sex, but skirting as close as possible, and then darting away. I could see her arousal as her lips began to deepen in color and her slit began to open. Still though, I teased near her sex, not quite giving in to the temptation that her opening pussy presented.

I also began to tease at her anus. One finger lightly circling around her little puckered hole. Her mewls began to get lower and became almost the low growls of a large cat. She tried to push against me, to shift her hips so that my fingers would finally address her aching clit, but the restraints made her efforts ineffective.

Her growls conveyed her arousal and her frustration: “please,” she finally said in a breathless moan, “stop teasing so much.”

I chuckled and my fingers, although wanting to touch her, left her skin completely. “Nooooo,” she moaned.

After a pendik escort moment, I trailed one hand along her pussy. My middle finger slid up her wet slit, but I did not push in, only just barely touching her there. Again, I removed my hand and she moaned in frustrated pleasure. I waited a few seconds and then leaned forward and let just the tip of my tongue slide into her. As my tongue touches her clit, I hear a sharp gasp. And then I slide along the length of her pussy, my tongue just barely inside her. I can feel her quiver with excitement. When I reach her hole, I dart my tongue into it and then withdraw.

Her lips are now swollen and flushed purple with arousal. I lean forward again and let my tongue slide gently over her lips. Taking one lip between mine, I suck and gently tug at it. Her moans are getting louder. Switching to her other lip, again I suck it into my lips, my tongue teasing it while my lips nibble on hers. Her wetness is beginning to drip down onto the stack of pillows. I touch her now swollen clit with the tip of my tongue and begin to lap deeply, slurping up her wetness as it tries to escape. Sliding up her slit and lapping her juices until I reach her opening. Darting my tongue in and out, I begin to tongue fuck her quickly, but not very deeply. She moans and tries to thrust deeper, but the restraints and awkward position leave the situation totally in my control.

And then I stop: “Oh God no, more,” she croaks, seemingly on the edge.

I slide one finger into her wet pussy. Slowly I let it seek, deeper and deeper. Gently searching for her g-spot as my hand twists and turns the finger against her. When I find the treasured spot, I push against it with my finger for just a moment, and then release. Then my finger begins to rock, side to side, I slowly increase the pressure until she begins to moan and buck slightly. I slip a second finger into her pussy and I’m rewarded by hearing her moans intensify. Again, my fingers rock and massage at her g-spot.

I bring my other hand up and begin to rub her ass. Running my hand over those sweet globes sends a pulsing sensation to the root of my cock. I think her ass is so sexy and to have it displayed for me, so open, is the realization of one of my most erotic fantasies. Slowly my hand rubs over her ass while the other continues the deep stimulation of her g-spot. I can tell she is getting close to an orgasm, her escort pendik breath is coming in ragged moans. Her juices are dripping down my fingers and onto the bed. I lick one finger and place it gently at the center of her anus and begin to massage lightly. This sends her over the edge and she explodes in orgasm.

As she begins to come down from her orgasm, I slide my fingers out of her vagina. I lick her juices off them, noisily so she knows that’s what I’m doing: “mmmm, baby your cum tastes so good,” I moan. She is panting and moans a weak reply. But my finger has not stopped its gentle massage of her puckered hole. During her orgasm, I could feel the muscles clenching and tightening. I reach over and add a little a lubricant so that my finger slides more gently over the thin tissue there.

And then I press it in. She gasps at the sudden intrusion to her ass and I stop. My index finger is just barely inside her, not quite even to the first joint. I take my other hand and begin to gently rub her globes again, down her back and along her hips “relax baby, it’s OK.” I can feel the muscles in her anus begin to relax and I gently push my finger a little deeper until it stops against the inner ring. My other hand roams down and my fingers dance across her lips and the smooth, bare skin surrounding her pussy. I let my fingers find her vagina and slide in and out, teasing at her clit. Again, she moans and whimpers as I tease her electrified pussy.

I resume pushing my finger into her anus; I feel her inner ring open and my finger slides almost effortlessly in until my knuckles are against her ass. She growls “God, that feels so full.” She struggles a minute “give me second to get used to it,” she almost pleads. My cock is throbbing. I’m not sure how long I can hold on. My other fingers find her vagina and I slide one in. She gasps and as my finger rubs her g-spot, she begins to come again. Juices are running down my hand in a stream and her anal ring grips my finger almost vice-like. “Oh God, baby, I’m so full. Oh god, it’s too intense” She moans as her orgasm subsides. I can feel her anal muscles relaxing again and I slowly begin to slide my finger back out. Just before it clears the inner ring, I reverse direction and begin to finger fuck her ass. She grunts, but is so spent that she does not try to move or wiggle. Slowly, deliberately, my fingers work in and out of her tight ass. pendik escort bayan I can feel the muscles relaxing, admitting my thrusts more readily. I squirt a little more lube onto her hole, and at the top of the next stroke I pause. A second finger pushes its way into her ass and I hear her suck air in around her teeth. The muscles are more flexible and it passes the inner ring more easily. She grunts as my fingers slide knuckle deep within her. I stop at the bottom and twist my hand. She shudders and moans and I can tell that while this is a different sensation, it is deeply arousing to her.

But my cock will not be patient any longer, so I slowly remove my two fingers completely from her tight hole. Squirting more lube on my rock hard cock, I line it up against her anus. She is moaning now, as she realizes what is next, “I want to feel your dick in my ass,” her voice breaks and I know she is actually nearing a third orgasm. I slowly push my purple head in. When it hits the inner ring, I feel her muscles begin to open and my head almost pops as it passes through. And then it slowly sinks deep into her ass. I can feel the tight ring sliding down my shaft until it grips me near the base. I stop and catch my breath giving her a minute to get used to the fullness. I can hear her panting and moaning.

My hand begins to tease at her soft pussy lips again and I seek out her hard clit. I hold the position, buried in her ass, for a moment while I let my fingers bring her arousal up again. But my cock demands to thrust and I grab her hips and slowly slide up. As I feel the ring get to the underside of my helmet I reverse direction and push into her.

She gasps and I can feel her start to shudder and shake “God yes, fuck my ass,” she yells as she begins to cum again herself.

I plunge deep with in her and my balls tighten. I can feel the root of my cock pulse and the warm cum pumps deep into her. I cannot thrust, I simply hold her hips with my pulsing cock buried in her ass.

In a moment it is over. I slip my softening dick out of her anus. She is lying, spent, on the pillows herself. I survey her gorgeous figure again. The cum seeping out of her anus, her juices on the pillows and bed and running down her thighs. I look at her flush face and she looks back at me and smiles.

I flop alongside her so that I can look into her eyes and rub her back. “That was marvelous,” I sigh. She smiles, sighs and closes her eyes for a moment. Opening them, “so, are you going to untie me now?” I chuckle “and why, prey tell, would I want to do that? As you’ve said, I’ve really got you over a barrel now.”

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Title –A Family Affair – 07

((Authors Note –

Please note that this is Adult Fiction, so should only be read by those who qualify!

So, the final, final episode! A bit longer than I’d intended, but there was so much to cram in – literally!

And for anyone not up with the series yet, here’s a brief precis of events so far………

Paolo Wharton is a university student, living on the outskirts of London and part of a wide-spread family that stretches right across Europe.

He’s on a family vacation to Tuscany to visit his Aunt Luisa at her villa, but the rest of his family drops out for one reason or another and he makes the trip alone.

He’s surprised to find his cousins Isabella (Izzy), Ilse and Frieda there and even more surprised at what they get up to when playing tennis! Then he finds out from his aunt about an old family tradition that soon opens his eyes in more ways than one!

He’s gradually drawn into an exciting world of sexual promiscuity which totally distracts him from his prime reason for being there….to get together with his long time soul-mate, Maria, the daughter of the villa’s housekeeper, Catarina! The girl that he’d practically grown up with.

She’s been delayed getting away from her own University in Florence, but has finally arrived and Paolo has difficult choices to make!

I sincerely hope that you enjoy ……….

Duke ))

43. A Difficult Re-Union

As I wrapped my arms around Maria, my face buried in her bouncy auburn hair as we kissed cheeks, I was almost overcome by her sweet, musky fragrance and I sighed inwardly as I realised how impossibly difficult my life had become!

She’d approached quickly across the ‘secret’ little garden at the back of my Aunt Luisa’s Tuscan villa and I’d had to marvel at her youthful vitality and sensuous figure as she shouted ‘”Paolo….Ciao!”.

Despite the fact that my Aunt Luisa was standing next to me and waving happily at her, Maria’s deep brown eyes had been locked on mine, just as mine had been on hers!

We were both at University still, me in London, her in Florence, and separated by just a few days in age, but somehow she’d looked so mature, so wordly-wise, as the wide smile spread all over her beautiful face. Her faded blue jeans stretched tightly across full hips and the equally tight top desperately tried to restrain her bouncing bosom as she’d skipped across the bright green lawn towards me, accentuated her desirability. The white top had thick magenta hoops that looped around her chest, over and around her breasts. Just where I’d have liked my hands to have been!

She snuggled into me, pulling me tightly against her for a few minutes before bouncing back, with maybe just a slight query on her face at the way that I’d avoided her initial plan to plant her lips straight onto mine. We’d ended up greeting each other in a more traditional Italian way, cheek to cheek But her big smile was straight back on her face, and maybe she’d put my slight reticence down to the presence of my aunt next to me.

“Buongiorno Signora Monterinno, you are collecting flowers I see, ” she said politely as she turned to my Aunt who stooped slightly and wrapped an arm around her waist to kiss cheeks whilst balancing the basket of flowers that she’d been collecting from the garden in her other hand. It was probably the sort of greeting that you’d expect from a daughter of Aunt Luisa’s housekeeper, but my Aunt was having none of it!

“Maria! How often have I to tell you to call me ‘Luisa’ in this house! It’s almost as hard as getting Paolo here to drop the ‘Aunt’!!”

That wasn’t entirely true, because I’d almost got used to calling her Luisa when we were in bed together. But that fleeting thought just served to re-ignite my worries and feelings of guilt!

My Aunt chattered briefly with Maria whilst I stood there, silent and tongue-tied. Maria had responded brightly, telling her about her time in Florence and how much she’d been looking forward to getting back. She’d squeezed my hand as she’d said that, a motion not missed by my Aunt, a brief smile flitting across her face. My Aunt had explained that her husband had been called away on business, but that ‘Paolo’s Cousins’ were staying too, so, even though her son Guilio was away, the villa was full of young people for a change!

“Oh yes, I know,” responded Maria brightly, “I spoke to Izzy yesterday when I was packing for the trip!”

I froze even more. That was all I needed. If she’d been in touch with my elder and most uncontrollable cousin then the chances of keeping everything a secret were disappearing fast! But then again I’d been encouraged by the recollection of Maria’s greeting just now.

There would have been no way that I’d have got that sort of hug if Izzy had blurted out that I’d spent all week making love to my cousins during the day and my Aunt Luisa at night!!

“Well, Maria, I’d better get back inside. It’s good to see you at last. tuzla escort I know that Paolo has been looking forward to seeing you again ….. haven’t you Paolo?!” she prompted as she gave me a quick hard stare before she turned and headed for the doorway in the wall, leaving the two of us alone together.

So this was it. Moment of truth!

I confused her again by refraining from kissing her at this second chance, just sitting down on the garden bench and pulling her next to me. She gave me a strange, quizzical look which did nothing to help matters, but eventually complied, squashing her thighs disturbingly up against mine.

It was hardly surprising that she was confused. After all, we’d been close friends since early childhood, and we’d both felt that friendship changing to something stronger during our recent meetings. So it had been no surprise when our telephone calls and texts and e-mails had gradually got hotter and earthier as we’d made plans on what we’d do when we met again. Like now!

In fact, just a week ago I’d dreamt longingly of this moment. The chance to take her in my arms properly and kiss those sweet lips, to caress her as we finally confessed our love for each other. It had seemed so simple.

But then fate had intervened. She’d been detained in Florence. Oh why, oh why?!

Because, instead of seeing her as soon as I’d arrived for my short holiday, I’d been met instead by my cousins Izzy, Ilse and Frieda who, much to my surprise, had seduced me with an athletic afternoon foursome in the mountains. Not that I’d needed much encouragement I thought despairingly! And of course that had led to the amazing revelation about the secret family tradition where groups of my female kinfolk got together to ‘look after’ the young males. In my case our ‘secret group’ consisted of these three cousins and was led by Aunt Luisa. And the main bit of ‘looking after’ seemed to consist of almost continuous sex, loosely disguised as ‘tuition’ by my Aunt Luisa who’s prowess in the bedroom had staggered me!

As all this had flashed through my mind, I realised that I’d finally made up my mind! I had to cool things between Maria and I until……………… Until what? Would she ever be able to understand what I’d done? It felt like I’d betrayed her, as though I didn’t deserve her anymore. It felt awful!

So I drew myself up, and shuffled slightly away from her.

“What’s going on Paolo?” she finally asked as my cool reception finally struck home, “I thought that we…….”

“I know, I know,” I jumped in, taking her hand in mine, “It’s just that ……..just that ……” I ran out of steam.

“Just what exactly?” she snapped, and I felt a quick chill run through me at her tone. It sounded rather like Izzy when she was annoyed, and that was seldom a pleasant experience!

“Well, I was just thinking that maybe …….”

“Maybe?!”

“Yes, well ….maybe we shouldn’t push things too fast ……. maybe we should just stay as ‘friends’ for a while longer? Until …. things …..err ….settle down …..”

It sounded so incredibly lame and unconvincing, even to me.

She looked at me with troubled eyes for long seconds, probably wondering whether this was some sort of stupid joke, but eventually it dawned on her that I was serious. She seemed to crumple back in the seat as she stared out into the garden.

“I just don’t understand Paolo. Everything was planned out. We were so …..certain!”

The latter word was shot at me like bullet as she turned back to me, her face a mixture of confusion, disappointment and, now, anger! The film of moisture that had spread over her eyes nearly broke my heart. How could I be so cruel to the girl I loved? That was another shattering realisation. I DID love her! I just hadn’t been sure before.

Was it too late to back-track?

Yes.

That anger had definitely surfaced now, “I can’t believe that you’d do this to me Paolo! Unbelievable! After all those texts and emails as well! And you’re DUMPING me! Even before we’ve got together!!”

She pulled away from me, shot off the garden seat and, with a strangled cry, turned her back as she strode haughtily back across the garden and out of the door. She never even glanced back!

I slumped back in my own misery as I reviewed my last few minutes of fine diplomacy.

‘God, that went well …NOT! You idiot!!’

44. Surprise in the Villa

It was nearly lunch-time when I got back to the villa.

I’d finally dragged myself out of the little garden and the black stupor that I’d sunk into and gone for a walk around the grounds. I’d spent thirty or forty minutes hiking down dusty tracks, following overgrown paths through glades of cypresses and pines, listening to the soothing sound of a stream as it tumbled down a rocky ravine. My head had still been spinning, but the warm sunshine and beautiful countryside had gradually brought me back into a better humour and, at last, some common sense!

As tuzla escort bayan I strode up the drive leading to the villa, I’d made my mind up that I would go over to the little cottage, almost attached to the villa, where Aunt Luisa’s housekeeper, Catarina lived. I’d find Maria and confess everything. It couldn’t possibly make me feel worse than I did already! A little shiver ran through me at the thought. Well, maybe it could be worse, but it was difficult to see how?!

As I passed the entrance to the villa though I was puzzled to see the small yellow and white post van still standing outside the main building. It was strange, because it had been parked there much earlier when I’d first left for my walk. I mean, how long does it take to deliver a parcel or two? I looked around but no-one was in sight, so I shrugged my shoulders and turned towards Catarina’s cottage.

Then I stopped, sharply.

I’d heard something from within the villa. It had sounded like a muffled cry.

I cocked my ear, but heard nothing more until I’d turned away again just as it came again, louder this time. There was no doubt in my mind. It had been a half strangled woman’s cry!

I sprinted to the doorway, stopped and looked inside. Coming from the bright sunshine into the gloom, it took my eyes a few minutes to adjust and then my mouth gaped open in shock at the scene that confronted me.

It was my Austrian cousin Ilse being manhandled by a young man in uniform!

The hallway was quite long and they were seven or eight yards from me. He had her pressed against some wood panelling, one hand grasping her wrists behind her neck, the other clamped over her mouth. As I watched, frozen to the spot, his upper hand slipped away from her mouth and slid downwards to cup her breast, whilst his lips clamped hard over hers.

She was wearing a deep cut lemon top that was not doing a great job of disguising the black bra that peeped out above the vee, particularly now that his hand was roughly massaging her taut young orb. Her short cream skirt was crushed up between them as he planted a strong thigh inside hers, forcing her legs apart.

My eyes were as wide as saucers at the shocking sight as I took a step forward, intent on pulling him off her, a shout of fury just about to escape my lips!

That was when a bare arm came out from nowhere and a slender hand wrapped itself around my face, over my mouth and pulled me sideways!

“Uuuumph!”

I lost balance and stumbled into a soft body, just as another arm grabbed my waist and drew me behind some long thick curtains that surrounded the doorway. Naturally I struggled hard but then Izzy’s familiar voice whispered urgently into my ear, “Stop it Paolo. It’s not what you think!”

But it looked exactly like what I was thinking! His free hand had finished assaulting her breast, and slid down over her hips. It slipped under her short skirt and dragged the material up, over her strong, tanned thighs, to her waist where he slipped it into the waistband and pinned it between their bodies. Then the hand slipped down again, over her black panties, cupping her mound and his fingers began to search urgently between her legs, driving her upwards onto tip-toes!

I struggled harder, muffled protests escaping from between the fingers clamped over my mouth. I had to stop this! But Izzy was surprisingly strong and she hung on grimly. I was about to bite her hand, when she whispered fiercely into my ear.

“Paolo! Stop struggling so hard! She’s okay. It’s what they wanted. They’re role playing!!”

“What!?” I gasped incredulously as her fingers finally slipped away from my mouth a bit.

“Look….look at her face!”

I did, just as the lips that had been pressing so hard into hers lifted away and he buried his head into her neck. She could have screamed at that point. Or at least shouted for help. But no, I watched her bright blue eyes lift deliriously to the ceiling as the fingers writhing between her legs almost lifted her off her feet! She stretched her neck sideways to give him better access and the gasp that escaped her lips was undoubtedly one of arousal, not fear!

“It’s the postman,” added Izzy, somewhat unnecessarily, “They’re pretending that she’s answered the door, teased him and he’s so besotted by her beauty that he’s lost control.”

It was beginning to look like they’d both lost control to me!

45. The Postman Comes ….

I watched, mesmerised and still wrapped in Izzy’s arms as they continued to squirm together against the wood panelling. Before long he released her wrists from captivity and his second free hand was instantly back at her top, massaging her other breast through the thin material whilst the fingers down between her legs pushed the soft black material in between her prominent lips, and started to rub enthusiastically. Her free hands had quickly got to work as well, roaming across his back, then sliding through his dark brown hair, as she let escort tuzla out a long, low moan.

I could tell from Izzy’s breathing next to my ear that this overt display of hard sex was having its effect on her as well, but something else just hit me.

“What if Aunt Luisa or Catarina come in?!” I gasped in horror, but Izzy seemed to have everything under control.

“It’s okay. They’ve gone into the village for some shopping. They’ll not be back for ages. And anyway, why aren’t you with Maria? Aunt Luisa told us that you were ‘off-limits’ today!”

I didn’t have time to respond fortunately, or raise any other protests, because he finally stopped assaulting her breasts and pussy and pulled back a little. I wondered for a ridiculous moment whether they were going to stop!

“Jesus……..” I breathed as I watched him grasp her lemon top and drag it upwards, over the black half cup bra that was attempting to restrain her heaving breasts. When he’d got it up to her neck, she’d lifted her arms to help, but when her face was covered and her arms trapped he’d let go and his hands had dropped down to cup her breasts again. She struggled with the garment for a few minutes more, while he caressed her through the thin bra, but then he began to slide his hands around her, aiming I presumed for the fastener at her back. But he stopped half way, evidently changing his mind and simply slipped his fingers underneath the bra cups pulling at the material and lifting upwards, freeing her twin orbs and leaving the useless black bra wrapped high around her chest.

Ilse had stopped struggling with her top by now and had let the material settle around her neck. She looked like she was going to reach out for him, but he stepped back a few paces to admire his captive. And boy was she worth admiring!

Her beautiful bare breasts stood out perkily from her chest and her pink nipples were straining out from their little brown nests after the workout he’d just given them. Her short skirt was wrapped around her waist and the small black triangle of her panties was stretched tight over her prominent mound, a darker patch developing in the crutch where her juices had begun to flow.

She let him, and us, devour her wanton display. Her eyes were pinned on his. If she’d seen us peeping round the curtain she gave no sign of it.

I felt Izzy cuddle up closer to me, and her hands began to roam across my chest now. Whatever she was wearing must have been thin because I could feel the twin peaks of her breasts pressing into my back through my shirt. I swallowed hard as I covered her hands with mine to stop them in their tracks.

I couldn’t believe it. I was in the middle of a momentous melt-down in my relationship with Maria and now I’d stumbled on my sex-mad cousins again and was trapped into watching Ilse get ravished! My mind was spinning but, worst of all, I could feel my body responding!

Ilse’s silent plea for the postman to get on with it had had its effect though, and with a strangled gasp he stepped forward, pushed her back against the wood, his right hand closing over one bare breast whilst his lips began to devour the other. It was intense to watch as we saw Ilse’s head rock back under the onslaught of pleasure from her radiant nipples, both now being teased and pulled and twisted at the same time. Not to be outdone, she soon pushed her hips forward and began to grind her thinly covered pussy up against his loins, stoking up the fire that was building between her legs, and no doubt encouraging a similar response from between his!

“God, she’s not going to last long at this rate!” gasped Izzy in my ear, evidently impressed at the way the role play was going. I swallowed again as I tried hard to control my own reaction.

We watched, mesmerised, as they continued to pleasure each other that way. It seemed to go on forever! And as their temperatures rose, so did Izzy’s. I still had her hands trapped against my chest, but from behind, she soon started to grind herself into my buttocks in rhythm with Ilse!

But then everything suddenly climaxed! Well, maybe not immediately, but the young man suddenly gave a grunt in response to a particularly hard thrust from Ilse’s pussy. He pulled back again, his hand dropping to Ilse’s waist where he grabbed her panties and dragged them down until they were rolled up on her thighs. Her small blonde bush was exposed and the darker slit beneath stood out, engorged lips glistening with her juices. Her blue eyes had widened at the sudden movement, and maybe at the thought of her defenceless position as his hand slipped up her thighs, fingers parting the oily lips and sliding urgently between them. This time she gave out a quick cry of surprise and pleasure as they immediately hit their mark. Her arms wrapped themselves around him as she pulled him closer, whispering urgently into his ear.

Whatever she’d said had spurred him on. I watched in amazement, open mouthed, as his fingers worked at her sex, occasionally delving deep into her hot cavern and forcing her onto her toes again, and then back outside, stimulating her pulsating clit. It looked red hot, and judging by the ecstatic expression on Ilse’s face it was!

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I wasn’t expected at the mansion until late to give the Lord Antony an estimate for redecorating his house.

I am his regular decorator so taking the liberty of walking straight in was standard.

With no one downstairs I took a peek upstairs to see if the Lord was around.

Then I heard a sort of swishing sound and not quite making out what is was I quietly opened the door slightly to the room the sound was coming from.

What a surprise I had. It was Janice from the library receiving ten of the best from the lord, sprung over his lap and revealing that top notch hind which had often been secretly admires by yours truly, So much so that even although I am not reader, I often pay a visit to the library when she is on duty, just to see if I can get the occasional glimpse of her bending to return readers books to their perspective areas.

In fact to be quite truthful I have taken a few delectable pictures on my mobile camera and have built up a tidy collection over the last few months. I don’t know whether she suspects anything but I have to be a little more cunning than of late because she keeps watching me.

But for the quality of that gorgeous rump it is well worth the risk of getting caught. My favourite one is the time she bent enough just for me to get a glimpse at her red tie thong which really accentuated her curves and a similar one with here reading blue, a sight to behold and I have lost count of the number of times I have cum looking at them before I go deep into slumber with a very gratified cock.

But the times I have wished it for real, that she was my girl but still I haven’t had the courage to ask her out assuming she was free that is.

But now seeing her in that very thrilling position was better than all my pictures and I could not help but take a few moments to enjoy watching the Lord enjoying the raptures of Janice’s sweet and very bare ass, her red thong slipped down over her knees and I was wondering if this very private affair I had unwittingly uncovered was about to lead to anything else.

With the swelling I felt coming on I was hoping on the other hand it would but then eon the other, I was a little flabbergasted and disappointed that by all accounts she did already have a boy friend, or rather a man friend because the Lord was a good thirty years her elder, maybe she was one of those girls who like older guys which was a bit of a shock because I was more like her age which I reckoned to be about 25. But Wow! That beautiful ass, just leaning over like that, looking so very appealing and me thinking if only…I had the ache, the feeling that I just wanted to press my self into the gap between those reddened cheeks but at that point I had to quickly retrieve because he said thank you to her and he’d see her again as usual in a week.

What was this all about, I was determined to find out somehow, was Janice simply pleasing an older man with his joys, he obviously didn’t want any more, as far as I could see he didn’t have a hard on so there was nothing there. Perhaps he was just one of those guys who get his satisfaction the spanking way.

I could see that of course I could, for a little spanking fun wouldn’t go amiss as far as I was concerned. Anyway things worked out okay because Janice, seeing me at the door downstairs as she left asked me why I was there bursa escort and I told her.

I was not quite prepared for what she said but was pleasantly surprised, “You can come and decorate my place anytime” she smiled gorgeously and in my mind was that picture of her in her red tie thongs again.

Was it going to be at all possible I could get a real close look at her that way; I asked her I was her guy if she wanted any decorating doing?

“I’ll think about it” she said and I am sure she was teasing me. She was sort of gently rubbing her behind over her very delectable tight blue brush jeans, the ones that have tears in and for all the world I could have there and then, wiggled my fingers in the tear on the inside of her thigh and given her some real pleasure.

“Haven’t I seen you in the library? She asked with that smile again which lit up her gorgeous open blue eyes and I replied yes,

“What do you read err – I don’t even know your name?”

“Pete and to be honest I only look at the pictures.”

“Oh yes. And m, I’ve seen you peeking, but don’t worry I am flattered and the name is Janice right?”

That smile again but this time with a more provocative expression, me thinking had she sussed me, did she know I was watching her, just all that time and patience to see under her plush red short skirt she wears at work, sometimes the tight black one which is a real thriller.

It was my turn to ask a few questions; well she had, so I felt comfortable in asking them;

“What do you do for the lord?” I asked.

She flushed, like she was a girl coming on – paused and I was aware she was gently stocking her behind again.

“Shall I let you in on a little secret, Pete?” she whispered.

“Okay” I replied eagerly.

And she told me how the Lord frequently visit’s the library and it all started when he asked her if she could recommend some really erotic books top read.

“One thing led to another Pete and. Well he is just pleased to light spank me. He is happy with that and for a few extra pounds for the service I can pay for my new convertible, so there you are you have it. If that turns you off well no problem, I understand, but that is all there is between us, he has never suggested I sleep with him or anything else, I would have thought afterwards he would want some massage or something buy no, he is quite contented with his weekly slap and tickle, so what is wrong with that?”

I [paused to take it all in and admitted I had accidentally seen her being spanked, that my first thought was that she was the Lord’s daughter or something and she had been naughty and was receiving her penance.

She laughed heartily and asked if I had enjoyed the scene. “Come on, be honest, Pete – you did didn’t; you else you wouldn’t have said?”

“It was nice yes, in fact a surprise too because I thought he was the other way inclined.” What makes you say that, Pete?”

“Well there have been times he has brushed up against me in a very suggestive way. “You mean you think he’d like to spank you?” she asked eagerly, like she was really interested in my reply.

“I just don’t know, Janice.”

“Aww! Are you jealous then Pete?”

“No way” I replied hastily, the last thing I wanted do for her to think I was gay, with the ideas I had in mind to do with her. “I’m bursa escort bayan relieved Pete” she said brushing my cheek’s with her lips, “There was little me thinking yet another hunk turns another cheek.”

“You are?” I gulped excitedly.

“Look Pete. How about coming to my place when you are finished here, I can make a mean cup of coffee, how’s that?”

I just couldn’t believe my luck and after agreeing she walked off, swaying that beautifully tight ass for all she was worth, and I felt she was doing it for me. Yes I could go for some of what the Lord likes too. I wondered if she would, perhaps that is what her body language was saying.

Wouldn’t that be just heaven, although unlike the Lord I would want the full compliment afterwards, I was imagining again, I was very good at that and seeing Janice across the Lord’s knee like that was a real turn on.

Roll on later; I just could not wait to taste her mean cup of coffee!

Later, Janice warmly welcomes me with a very worm snuggle and kiss on the cheek. She looked absolutely stunning in her beige trim trousers which fitted snugly to her wonderful figure, and now after what I had seen I was thinking ‘spank able’- for she was certainly that.

She was very outward and had no qualms at all about talking of her encounters with the Lord Antony – apparently he loves her to wear her riding gear sometimes when he used a horse whip to some degree, “But he knows just how severe to apply and I have my sounds of approval or otherwise if he does come down on me too severely”

“Does it make for any sensual feelings on your part, Janice, I mean he is getting all the pleasure in tanning you this way and that but what about you. Does pain really do something for you?”

She looked at me with those wide blue eyes again with a very serene smile. “Well you shall have to see wont you?” she said and there was I taking that as an invite.

As if to tempt me she arose from her seating position on the settee next to me, turned so she was looking away from me, grabbed the waist of her trousers at the back and pulled them up tightly. The result of all that was very pleasing and she knew how to tempt a guy alright, the way the tightness caused her beautiful hind to part to reveal its true magnificence.

She twisted her head, bent over some and smiled at me in an intuitive way.

I whispered that it was very nice thinking in my mind just what I would love to do at that moment. I am sure she read my mind because she said she liked me and just to chill and do whatever taunted me. Sitting up I placed my hands around the front of her thighs and gently pulled her to me, prompting her to bend over a little more.

It was lovely and now I could enjoy a close up of that very voluptuous ass so waiting to be pampered. And when she gently swayed like she did I could hold myself back more. The gorgeous gap between and the crevice revealing a beautiful separation of each cheek minded me of what there was tucked away between and my growth down under took on a stiff erection as I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and pushed my mouth deeply into that gap, moving my mouth and for all the world I was tasting her.

“That’s good” she yelled, and prompted me to slap her as I continued to sniff and massage her so firm cheeks with my face.

She prompted escort bursa me to slap harder and I did, and after a few slaps she asked if I would like her to slip down her trousers and bend over my knee for punishment.

My mind was in turmoil, this was sex at its very best, and I have never been so thrilled and hard as I was then. She did the business and it was a joy to see her in her beautiful nakedness. “I will place a couple of cushions over your knee, like the Lord likes, he says it makes it more presentable” and when she did that the sight of her looked absolutely gorgeous.

“Spank me, I want that.”

“With my hand?” I suggested being that excited I could hardly get out my words.

“Well that for starters then we shall see how you do with the cane!”

My mind was asunder, was this really happening. A beautiful girl like she was enjoying spanking. I guess I was very gentle at first getting the joy of watching how my hand bounced against her firm flesh and those sweet noises and sounds urging me not to stop and to be a little firmer.

I was a little concerned when I saw it redden up and could see scars of caning, probably that administered by the Lord. But she certainly liked it, she said she loved me to be the master and wanted me to give her a sound spanking.

I did, stopping occasionally to nudge the heat in her cheeks. She murmured sweet nothings and said my touch was absolutely fabulous. I could not resist teasing my fingers into the space between, I longed to have oral sex with her, especially seeing her ass looking so beautifully spanked and flushed. I teased my fingers there a little feeling the moistness, and when she opened her legs wider I knew she was enjoying it and really went for it, massaging her femininity so beautifully soft and wonderful.

I suggested I should get up but for her to stay there, crouched over the settee/ I kneeled facing her hind and stretched those gorgeous cheeks apart to get a really good sniff of her femininity, she was gorgeous aright and was right for fucking and after I’d sucked her awhile and enjoyed the taste of her she said there was only one thing she wanted, that the Lord would never do – and especially after she’d had a good spanking, and that was to be fucked from behind whilst her ass was still numb, that would be out of this world she said.

I took up the hint and there I was, twisting her to the right position so I could fuck that ass in the way she said she would like. She said she would like it in her ass first and then in her pussy after, and not to be too gently because what she wanted now after a good sound spanking was an equally good sound fucking, so who was I to refuse,

Fucking a fresh spanked ass like Janice’s was heaven on earth and I can vouch that never have I enjoyed a woman so very much.

I wanted it to be the beginning of a brand new relationship. I found myself besotted by her.

And now, when she retuned from her weekly service to Lord Antony, whether shed been spanked, caned, belted, whipped or paddled she wanted me just as soon afterwards and I was happy to oblige, for her fuck after having that treatment was something so very special, and to make it even more thrilling I massaged her soreness with baby oil.

Now as the advert says; I bet you have never seen that before.

You have my blessing now if you’d like to go and do something, well I make myself horny just writing and imagining and yes, I do include some of the things that are true.

Spanking Janice is true and it is now an integral apart of our love-ins.

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It had been almost eight years since we had said our goodbyes. The time that we were together was like nothing else. It was love and lust, it was life, it was strength and tears and passion and hate and depth and loss and rebirth. It was something that mere words could never justifiably describe. Yet in the end, we knew it was over and that it was time that we moved on with our lives. We must. And though my ache for her would stay with me forever, we did part ways.

She inevitably found a life partner who danced and hiked with her, and gave her the freedom to grow and live and love again. She moved to a different part of the country and eventually they married. Though I was able to find out some of the things that happened to her after our time together, more than anything, I hoped that she had found her happiness. That she was treated well. That he loved her. These were the emotional things that I didn’t know, but wanted more than anything for her.

As for me, I had worked hard to heal my marriage after our intense love affair. To do what I could to re-gain the trust that I had shattered. To close the rift that had developed between my children and me. How close had I come to the step off the edge and into the unknown? How was it that I could hurt so many in such a short period of time? To help us start anew, I took a job far from where the memories were so vivid, so thick. It was a long and difficult road, but we eventually fought through the traffic of the past and accelerated towards the future.

Though my marriage was stronger than ever, I completely hid the secret that could unravel it all. The deep feelings that I quelled, the intense dreams that occurred so often. I knew I could never completely suppress my longing for her. She had touched me in such a way that I never felt as though I was truly faithful to my wife. It was maddening. She was an integral part of me, even though she could never have known. It was my inability to let go, that caused this itch that I would never be able to scratch.

The minute I saw her, it all came roaring back. My heart overflowed with longing and the endorphins bounced madly against the walls of my brain like marbles shaken in a granite box. She was the last person I had ever expected to see, yet undeniably, the one person that I secretly wanted to see more than anyone else.

I stood transfixed as she walked from her car towards the grocery store. I knew I should just get in my rental car and drive away. But I didn’t. I stood there and watched her as she disappeared into the store. I closed my eyes as my mind went into overdrive. I kept remembering the hikes in the moonlight, the camping trips, the stargazing, the mad passionate lovemaking. I thought of the times we would walk in the park and without warning, she would reach inside the waistband of her jeans to dip her fingers into her wetness and feed the sweet slickness to me, or in her apartment as she would take me in her mouth and massage me with her tongue. I remembered the way she would comb her hair, or brush her gleaming teeth or pluck the hair from her naked vagina, piece by agonizing piece. I remembered the feeling as she sat upon me, my cock buried deep inside her, as she released her urine, washing me with her warmth…I don’t know how long I stood in place, but it must have been more than a few seconds.

“Cole?”

My eyes blasted open and I came out of my reverie to see her standing right next to me. She watched as I nearly bit my tongue with the surprise of her appearance.

“Angela!”

“Cole, I saw you from the grocery and had to see if it was really you! Uh…are you okay?”

“Me? Yeah, I’m okay. I guess I was daydreaming.” Good lord, was I ever. I hoped my pants didn’t give away my thoughts of lust and longing.

“I’m so surprised to see you here! What brings you to Asheville?”

“You mean besides standing around daydreaming in a supermarket parking lot? Business trip. What brings YOU here?”

“I live fairly close. I’m just out for a drive today. Wow Cole, you are the LAST person I expected to see…but I’m glad I did!”

My heart leaped with those words. She was glad to see me? After what I had done to her? After being such an ass? I managed to speak again. “You live close, Angela? This is beautiful country. You must love it down here.”

“I do. Wow…this is so surreal. Cole, how long will you be around?”

“Just a few days. I leave Saturday night.”

Here I was, talking to Angie and I knew I needed to find a reason…ANY reason…to be with her longer. She stared up at me with the same beautiful eyes that I would never forget and I started to fall into them. Take the plunge, Cole. “This is silly standing in the parking lot. Is there somewhere we can go talk? I’d love to hear about you, and what you’ve been up to. I have to say, Ang, you look great. North Carolina certainly agrees with you.”

Her smile widened and I almost died right there.

“Thank you Cole. Yes…I’d love to talk with you awhile.” bursa escort She thought for a moment then spoke out. “Why don’t I leave my car here and we can drive to a coffee shop I know of.” She brushed my arm with her fingers as she turned and walked to the passenger side. I fumbled to find the button to unlock her side. She opened the door and slid into the seat. “You coming?”

I was still dazed by her soft touch. I don’t think she knew the effect it had upon me. I bent and entered the car. Looking over to her, I saw that she had buckled her belt and looked perfectly content to be with me.

“Take a right out of the lot.”

As I drove and she directed me to her destination, we talked of minor and innocuous things. Occasionally, she would touch my arm as she talked. It was only 10 minutes or so when she asked me to turn down a rural road that quickly left the urban sprawl of Asheville behind us. The road didn’t look like it headed toward anything but woods. Soon she directed me to a country lane that narrowed to nearly a single car width.

“The coffee shop is down here, Angie?” I had my doubts.

She smiled and looked at me as she spoke. “Actually, I thought it would be nicer to re-acquaint ourselves in a quieter atmosphere. I’ve thought of a better place.” And her hand reached once again for my arm. “That’s ok, isn’t it?”

“Uh..yeah. Sure. That sounds great, Ang.” Where was this whole thing headed? I didn’t have long to wait to find out the answer to my unspoken question.

“Turn left here, Cole” We drove into a dirt driveway leading to a small cottage in a clearing of the southern woods. The place was wrapped by a full porch complete with rocking chairs. A medium sized barn stood off to the side. The driveway skirted a small brook that bubbled in its banks. The trees were mature, the air was fresh, and I felt as though time may have missed this little section of the world. I pulled up to the front porch and parked the car. There was no sign of human habitation, but knew that this was not an abandoned property. The grass was clipped, the paint, fresh. Angie and I exited the car at about the same time.

“Come around back, Cole…I want to show you something.”

We met at the front of the car and I followed her around the side of the cottage. As we turned the corner, the mist filled valley came into view and nearly took my breath away.

“Gorgeous, isn’t it?”

I stood looking at perhaps the most visually arresting backyard view I had ever seen. The Great Smokey Mountains stood out against what could only be described as the Valley of the Gods. I was truly dumbstruck by this natural splendor. It was like one of those paintings when you always say to yourself, ‘I wish I could be there’ and indeed, I had stepped right into that very picture.

“It’s beautiful, Angie. Who owns this place? Are they here?” I spoke to her, but couldn’t keep my eyes from the vista before me. It was that amazing.

There was a moment’s hesitation before she answered. “Actually, it’s mine. I own this place.”

I tore my eyes from the picture to look at Angie and found her smiling at the view herself. “This is yours?”

“Yes. I inherited it when my husband passed away earlier this year.”

What? I continued to stare at her. She eventually looked to me and I saw the small tear on her cheek. Her smile was still there, but it had turned melancholy. Her husband had died? I looked for words to offer comfort, but she spoke before I could form them.

“Alan had a great life…a long life. He enjoyed every minute of it and died doing what he loved best. I think you would have liked him. He reminded me of you in many ways.” She reached for my hand and grasped it as another tear appeared in the corner of her eye and slowly rolled down her face.

I squeezed her hand and reached out to give her a hug. She came to me without hesitation and we held each other for an eternity in those few moments. I could feel the emotion that she kept inside. I had always been able to feel her emotions through our touch. Nothing had changed that simple yet powerful connection we still shared.

“I’m so sorry to hear this, Angie. I know what you feel. You know I do.” I could have said more, but I let my hug speak the words that I wouldn’t need to say. She heard them all in our contact. She held onto me and let her mind drift through her memories. Too soon, I felt her shudder away the heavy emotions as she backed away from our body contact, though she still held my hand.

“Alan was much older than me, but I truly think he was a younger man trapped in a body that time had sped up.” She looked out over the valley as she spoke. I could see that her words were part of her healing, and I knew that she needed to say them. “He died while on a hike with some good friends. The doctors feel that his heart just couldn’t keep up with his drive. We never got to say our goodbyes. But I know that he was happy…with life, with me…he was happy.”

We sat together on the lawn and I bursa escort bayan listened intently as she told me about their life together, the things they had done, places they had visited. That he had died without her by his side must have been awful for her, but I was so glad that she had such good memories of him…of them. It allowed me some relief…and even a bit of satisfaction to know that she had indeed been able to find someone that had cared for her and that she had loved so completely.

Her words tumbled from her until there were none left. We sat together and watched the world as it wheeled by.

After a time of silence, I looked towards her and found her watching me. Her face was serene, her tears gone, her eyes as beautiful as ever. “Cole, do you ever think about me…about us?”

The question was so unexpected, I felt like a deer caught in her headlights. I nearly denied it, but something about her honesty with me during her recent soliloquy made me chew over my immediate denial. I closed my eyes to avoid looking into hers and nodded my head. “Yes, Angie. I think about you so often I almost wonder if I am completely sane. Yes, I do. I think about you…about US, all the time.” I opened my eyes again and faced my honesty.

She smiled and turned towards the view once again. “I do, too. I feel odd saying this, but even when Alan and I were in our happiest times, thoughts of you would jump into my head. I’ve even had sexual dreams and fantasies about you on occasion. I never admitted them to Alan, though.”

“Wow. Probably a good choice there, Ang. I can’t imagine that bit of news would have gone over very well.” I had to know more. “If you don’t mind me asking…ummm…what were your fantasies?”

She didn’t answer, nor did she look at me. Had I crossed into a territory that should have been left alone? Had I blown our afternoon? Damn. Shit. When would I ever learn to keep my fucking mouth shut. I was just about to apologize when…

“You took me in an elevator.” She still looked off towards the mountains. “In my dream, it was pure lust between us. Rough and messy and raw. It was so vivid that I almost wet my pants in my sleep. When I woke, I immediately needed to masturbate just to take the edge off of my sexual tension. Even thinking of it now has me aroused.”

Hearing her speak like this had me hard in an instant. “An elevator? We never tried that. Perhaps we should have.”

“You fucked me with your fingers as we kissed and then I bent over so you could take me from behind. You came all over my ass and licked me clean afterwards. It was sooooo steamy” She looked at me with sexually glazed eyes and spoke the words that I never thought I would hear again. “Oh Christ, Cole…I’m so lonely and so horny and need you to make me cum right now. Please don’t think any less of me. Don’t say no.”

Don’t say no? If my cock were any harder, my pants would have ripped to shreds. “Now, Angie?”

In answer to my ridiculous question, she stood up, pulled her shirt over her head and shimmied her pants down in a period of about 3 seconds. As always, she wore no bra, no panties. Her lithe dancers body was just as perfect as I remember it being. She kicked her sandals off and stepped towards me, pushing me on my back and straddling my head with her knees. I looked up to stare at her bare and beautiful pussy and delicate lips that sparkled with her moisture. She scooted up to my mouth and I used my tongue to part her cleft and taste the sweet honey nectar. Hidden inside her lips was a tampon string that my tongue worked out to dangle on my chin.

“Pull it out, Cole…”

I grabbed it with my teeth and she pulled back. The bloody cotton plug slid from her in an easy motion and I let it drop in the grass by my ear. She moved to my mouth immediately. I didn’t hesitate and I started loving her with every part of my face. My nose buried inside her as I worked my tongue deep into her hole, I used my chin on her pussy as the tip of my tongue teased her clit. She squirmed and ground her groin into me, then would back off and let me tease her folds. She moaned and mewed and groaned as my hands came up to hold her ass and rock her back and forth. She moved closer and closer to her nirvana with every lick and every nibble I gave her. Soon my thumb worked inside the rosebud of her ass and she rocked back to pull it deeper into her. The distinct taste of her period mixed with the cream of her sexual secretions was like a refreshing cocktail on a hot summers day. It turned me on so much that I felt my cock constantly leaking lube into the cotton of my underwear. I fucked her ass with my thumb and I fucked her pussy with my tongue. When she was nearly there, she grunted and then pushed herself hard onto my face. Her head whipped back as the pulsing, pounding orgasm rocketed from her pussy and up through her body and back down again. Wave upon wave crashed through her. I continued licking and sucking and eating her, scarcely able to breathe as her thighs smothered escort bursa me with her heat and her pussy flooded me with her blood tinged cum. Just when I thought I would black out from lack of oxygen, she raised herself from my face and pulled my thumb from her ass.

She stood on shaky legs and reached for my hands, pulling me to a standing position. Her hair lay plastered to her face and neck with the sweat of her exertions. I removed my shirt as she unbuckled my belt and pants. As my clothes disappeared, she went down on her knees and started working on my cock. I was harder than I had ever been. My cock was fat, it was throbbing, it dripped lube on her face before she took me into her mouth. She worked me and sucked me and gave me a blow job that nearly boiled the frothy cum from my testicles. Her head pistoned back and forth as she urged my sperm to blast out and fill her mouth. She reached behind me with one hand to wiggle her fingers into my ass, looking for my prostate. As I built towards my release, she grabbed the base of my cock and squeezed me, preventing me from blasting my load. I had been so close… Eventually, I returned from the brink.

“I need your cum somewhere else.” She turned around to offer me an amazing view of her firm ass and tight pussy as she went down on her forearms. The sight of her crimson blood as it seeped from her pussy was irresistible. I kneeled behind her, spread the cheeks of her ass, and stuck my tongue deep into her rosebud as she murmured and babbled to me. “Stick me, Cole…I need your cock inside me…split me open…take me now…slip it inside…”

I wouldn’t refuse her. Holding my thick cock, I pointed it at her painted lips and pushed my hardness deep into her warmth. Her words turned into a low moan of “uuuuuhhhhh…” as I felt her pussy stretch around me. When I could go no further, I stilled myself and could feel her pussy pulsing with energy and need.

We both knew that if we started to really fuck, it would be only seconds until I whitewashed her insides. And more than anything, I needed to see the view that is the sexiest, most amazing thing I have ever known.

I leaned back to look at where we were joined together. Then I oh-so-slowly withdrew from her to watch my thick, blood streaked cock as it pulled the tight ringed grip of her cunt outward until only the head remained inside. That sight alone should have triggered my release, but I willed myself to wait.

“Ohhhhh…do that again, Cole…I know how you love to watch us fuck…I wish I could see it, too…Do it again…again, cole…again…” And I did. I watched our genitals in a slow dance of fuck as I repeatedly went in and out of her puss as she repeated her mantra of ‘again…again…again…’ until I could hold back no longer. With a groan, I felt my first blast as I exploded inside her, then pulled out to paint her rosebud and pussy lips with spurt after spurt of my creamy cum. I rubbed my blood smeared cock onto the cheeks of her ass, then leaned back to appreciate my artwork.

“Clean me, Cole…” And I did. When I had finished washing her, she spun around and kissed me fully, deeply, to taste our combined fluids as her tongue swirled inside my mouth. We kneeled together and held each other, knowing that this was all right. When our lips parted, her head found my shoulder as I rocked her gently in my arms, never wanting to let her go.

We spent the rest of that day and night together re-experiencing everything that was good in our past relationship. We made love under the sun and the moon and on top of the covers, we slept, we ate, we watched and touched and tasted each other as we relieved ourselves, we showered, we kissed and hugged. I watched again with interest as she plucked the short hairs from her naked pussy one by one. I held her and kissed her stroked her hair as she went to the toilet and wiped her ass clean when she was done. We wanted to touch each other completely during these hours together. We held nothing back. And though we never spoke of it, we both knew that I would return to the life that I lived in the real world and she would need to go on with hers.

As the morning broke and we lay together with our limbs entwined, she kissed me awake and used her hands to harden me again. Without words, she made it completely clear that she wanted my cock inside her ass. I gladly obliged her wishes and pumped into her until I finally grunted and spewed my seed deep in her bowels. As I softened, she disengaged from me and began to masturbate herself toward climax. I leaned in close to watch her and to breathe in the intense and earthy aphrodisiac of our recent sinful sex act. I watched my spent cum leak from her anus as she drove her delicate fingers across her lips and her clit. Looking up, I saw her shut her eyes tightly and listened to her moans as she built up her inevitable orgasm. In moments, she found her spot and I saw her pussy lips and asshole pulse with the release. Her clear cum flowed from inside and I licked her slit, tasting her once again. I would never tire of her taste. As she recovered, I left briefly, but returned with a fresh tampon and changed her as she lay in her bliss and then washed her pussy and ass with a warm wet facecloth.

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“They like to show off and flirt a bit, don’t they?”

It took me a few seconds to even realize that I had heard the question. “Huh?” I responded weakly.

I was busted. Busted hard. The cheerleader sponsor had walked up behind me and had whispered it to the back of my head.

I turned to see her with a cute smile on her face and a knowing twinkle in her eyes.

“Oh, relax. It’s no big deal. They like you, you know. So they show off for you.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. I still didn’t know what to say. I’m not a coach, but I’m a teacher at the junior college and I like to help out at the football games.

I bring the mascot statue to the games in the bed of my truck. At the games, I help the four guys that take care of the mascot. We unload it, attach it to the wheeled platform and they push it down the track after touchdowns.

Anyway, that explains why I’m down on the track at the football games. It also explains why I’m there two hours before the crowd. Which, in turn, explains why I was there not even realizing that I was staring at the cheerleaders while they did their stretches.

Kacey, the cheer coach, continued her little talk. “Now, as long as you don’t think that they really want to do something with you. Sure, they’re old enough, but you’re still a professor and that would get you into trouble.”

“I’d never do that.” The words stumbled out of my mouth.

“Oh relax,” she responded, reaching out to push playfully against my chest with her hand. “I know that you wouldn’t do that. The girls know it too. That’s why you’re safe to flirt with.”

As she was saying this, one of the cheerleaders sitting in the turf spread her legs wide and was leaning over to touch her head against the field. From behind, it caused her skirt to rise up and reveal two tight ass cheeks peeking out of her panties, or bloomers, or “spankies” as the girls call them.

“Shameless!” Kacey whispered to me and headed over to where Lisa was stretched out. She squatted down beside her and whispered something to her. Lisa popped up into a sitting position quickly, surprised by the sudden appearance of her coach. Then, as Kacey stood up, Lisa turned toward me and smiled.

Kacey returned to me with a smile on her face. As she walked up, she said, “Honestly, I don’t know how you can stand there without your cock poking through your pants.”

“Uhhhh,” I stammered, not believing what I was hearing. “Why are you doing this?”

She looked up at me. Kacey was about 6 inches shorter than me. She was about 26 and gorgeous. She had light brown hair that fell to her shoulders. She still had the body of the college cheerleader she had been. She was wearing a pair of light blue cheer shorts, the kind the girls wear during practices, and a t-shirt with the school mascot and HCJC Cheerleaders on the front. It was hard to read the words because they ran right across her breasts and the sweet curve carried the letters around with it.

She smiled. “Because you’re a nice guy. You’re fun…and you like it.” As she said the last words, she slid close to me and as she walked by, her hand slid across the front of my pants and brushed against my semi-hard cock.

I stood there in shock. When my eyes came back into focus I saw Kacey walking a few yards in front of me.

“Okay girls, let’s get your bags and poms off of the track!” she called out to her squad. Then she looked back at me, gave me a knowing look, and bent over to pick up a set of poms from the track. She purposely kept her legs locked and her cheer shorts rose up tight against her tight little ass. The words “Coach” were bursa escort spelled on the seat of the shorts and just a bit of her tanned butt poked out.

She stood up and tossed the poms to the girl they belonged to. As the girls gathered around her for instructions she looked at me again and smiled.

“All right, for the rest of the season, Mr. Davis has volunteered to be our equipment manager. He’ll help us haul our stuff around and fix anything that breaks.”

As if all connected together as one unit, the entire squad turned to me and smiled.

“Mandy,” Kacey said, “in a few minutes take your megaphone to Mr. Davis and see if he can fix the handle. For now, though, I think he needs to be welcomed in our own special way.”

A look of panic swept across my face, but it quickly vanished as I had to duck as 22 sets of cheer poms came flying at me, accompanied by the squeals and laughter of the cheerleaders.

The girls all turned and ran to get the rest of their stuff from the track which left Kacey standing there alone for a second. She gave me another little smirk, winked at me, and turned to follow her squad.

After the game, I unloaded the mascot and we pushed it back to “Cougar Corner” in the main entrance of High County Junior College. The guys all headed out to meet their friends in the main parking lot. I walked down the hall until I got to the dance room where the cheerleaders practice and store their gear.

I walked in to hear the last notes of the girls all singing the birthday song to Kyla, a short blonde.

Kyla, still in her cheer uniform, stood in the center of the room, basking in the attention. I walked into the room, expecting to find Kacey and see if there was anything that needed to be done, the girls all began to squeal my name.

“Mr. Davis!” they all yelled as I stood there in the doorway.

“Hey,” I said kind of uncomfortable. I was in un-chartered territory here. Girl World. “Is Miss Kacey around?” I asked.

“Yes, I’m here!” I heard her say from the back corner of the room. “and you’re just in time!” She walked to the center of the circle of girls with a folding chair in her hands. She set it down on the floor and motioned for me to sit down.

Kacey raised her voice to be heard above the chattering girls, “All right ladies. Since it is Kyla’s 20th birthday, and officially no longer a teenager, we need to carry out the birthday tradition. And since Mr. Davis is here, he will provide us with a solid platform.”

The girls all laughed and giggled and pushed Kyla to the center of the circle.

Pushed by Kacey into sitting in the chair, I had no idea what was about to happen.

Kyla was pushed towards me and before I could stand up to protest, she was laid belly down across my lap. It was obviously clear that Kyla was about to get her birthday spankings. I, however, was not about to apply my hand to this young woman’s firm backside. Kyla’s warm body squirmed into place on my thighs. I could feel the heat coming from her belly, and her breasts were pressed down onto my left thigh. I could feel the soft fullness of her breasts even through the sport bra under her uniform. I didn’t know what to do with my hands, so I kept them at my side.

“Everyone get into line. Marci, hit the music!” Kacey ordered. As the girls all moved into a line on my right, a cheer contest mix began to blast through the stereo.

Kacey stepped forward and flipped Kyla’s cheer skirt up onto her back, exposing her cheer pants. The skirt flipped right back down again. Kacey grabbed my right hand and said, “Hold this!” She flipped the skirt back bursa escort bayan up and put my hand on the small of Kyla’s back to hold the skirt in place.

“Booooo!” the girls began to shout. “No fair!” I had no idea what they meant, but it was soon explained.

Kacey grinned and said, “You’re all correct. Kyla, this isn’t the way it’s done.” She motioned to the first girl in line, “Lisa, pull em down!”

I sat there, unable to move while Lisa stepped forward and pulled Kyla’s cheer pants down to her ankles, revealing white thong panties. The thong, of course, slid right down the crack of her butt making it seem like she wasn’t wearing anything. Kyla’s tight and firm ass was smooth and white, and I could feel my cock starting to stir. Kyla started to squirm as she anticipated the first strike of a hand upon her tender ass cheeks. Her squirming around did not help my situation at all.

Lisa stepped forward and placed her hand on Kyla’s firm cheeks. She gave them a jiggle causing all of the girls to laugh. Then she softly ran her hand across both cheeks. When she pulled her hand back, I felt Kyla suck in a deep breath of air.

“Whack!” Lisa’s palm came crashing down onto Kyla’s sweet ass. Kyla jumped forward on my lap. I had to reach out with my other hand to keep her from falling. Her tender white skin immediately began to redden. I could almost make out the imprint of Lisa’s fingers on her skin.

Andi was next. She also did the slow, soft caress before reaching back to strike a blow.

There are 22 girls on the cheer squad. Removing Kyla from that number means that 21 girls would get to spank her. As each girl struck her ass, the redness began to grow. As each girl spanked her, Kyla’s breathing became more rapid and she squirmed even more in my lap. Her right arm came around and she braced herself on my left leg. Her warm hands on my leg penetrated my jeans.

In between her squeals of pain, a soft, low moan would vibrate through her chest. I could feel it in my thighs where she lay across me. The moan was a sound I’ve grown to be familar with. It is the soft moan of a woman becoming really sexually aroused. The more I heard that moan, the more of an impact it was making on me.

She had to know. She had to feel it. My cock was hard and pressing against her soft belly. Only my blue jeans prevented it from poking out straight.

Finally, the girls were done and Kacey stepped forward, but she had a large wooden paddle in her hands.

“Kyla, are you ready for Bruiser?” She asked.

“Bruiser! Bruiser! Bruiser!” the girls all began to cheer.

Kyla whimpered a soft, “Yes, I’m ready.”

Kacey didn’t even give a warning. She slapped the wooden paddle hard against Kyla’s ass. We both nearly fell out of the chair. As I held tight to her to keep her from falling, I felt a tremor run through her body. Could it be? Could she have?

“One to grow on?” Kacey asked the girls and they all screamed, “Yes! And one for the Cougars!”

“Okay, Kyla,” Kacey warned, “here come the two biggest ones yet!”

I could actually smell her arousal. Now all of the girls were smelling of good clean sweat from the game. On top of her lovely smell of just being a woman, and the sweat, I could surely smell a different odor. Musky. This young woman was enjoying this for sure.

Swoosh! Whack! Swoosh! Whack!” It was over.

“Good job, Kyla. Happy birthday!” Kacey said to her. The rest of the girls all said the same thing and began to move around the room, gathering their bags.

Kyla didn’t move.

“Hey, are you okay?” I whispered to her. “Aren’t you escort bursa going to get up?”

She turned her head toward me and said, “No. Not yet. I have to wait for the first-aid cream.”

So I had to sit there. A college cheerleader stretched across my lap with her red and bruised butt sitting there exposed to me. Her cheer skirt was pulled up across her back and her cheer panties were pulled down to her ankles. My stiff cock, held back a little by the jeans was pressing against her lower abdomen.

She squirmed against me again. I took a chance.

“I’m sorry Kyla.” I said in a whisper.

“It’s okay,” she said back to me with a soft giggle. “I guess this just means we’re good friends now.”

“Ahhhh, here we go.” Kacey said as she walked back from her office with a tube of ointment. She knelt down on the floor and squirted some of the ointment onto her hand.

Just as she reached forward to smooth it onto Kyla’s tender ass, we heard a loud thump followed shortly by a scream.

“Miss Kacey! Hurry!” the girls began to yell.

One of the ladies had twirled around, megaphone in her hand, and hit Jasmine in the face. Her nose was gushing blood and she had a shocked look on her face.

“Here! Do this!” she said quickly and she slapped the cold ointment onto Kyla’s ass cheeks. She ran to help the injured girl.

I froze. Kyla helped by wiggling her butt. “C’mon Mr. Davis,” she urged me. “I need to get up.”

So I brought my hand up to her ass. I tenderly began to smooth the ointment across her tender skin. Kyla moaned softly as I worked the ointment in. Her skin yielded softly to the pressure of my fingers as I slid them across her butt. Everyone else was gathering around the injured girl.

Now that the girls weren’t in the way, I was surprised that I could see where the thong covered Kyla’s pussy. It was like a little pouch there, gently holding back the lips of her pussy. As I slid my hand up and down across her tight butt cheeks, I swear I could see moisture soaking through the crotch of the panties.

Soon, I was done. “That’s it, Kyla,” I said softly.

Kyla got slowly up. She slid backwards so that her knees went to the floor. Her hands went to my left thigh and then she slid them across my lap to my right thigh. As she did this, her left hand slid across my crotch and she gave me a quick squeeze. She looked me in the eye, gave me a knowing little smile, and said, “Thanks, that felt really good.”

She stood up and laughed, not able to walk. She had to step out of her cheer pants that were stuck around her ankles.

She looked back at me as she bent over to step out of them. “I hate wearing panties,” she said with a wicked smile. “When I wear my uniform to class on game day, I usually don’t wear them.” Then she stood up and moved toward the other girls.

I sat there for a minute, hoping that my cock would go down. No such luck. I finally stood up and, using the folding chair as cover, was able to adjust my cock in my jeans.

The bloody nose wasn’t serious and soon all of the girls had exited the building. Kacey found me in her office sitting in a straight backed chair.

“Well,” she said with a smile, “did you enjoy that?”

“No.” I said firmly. “That was not a nice thing to do, putting a bare-assed cheerleader across my lap. Not to mention volunteering me for equipment manager. You could have asked me first. You’re going to have to pay for that.”

She crossed her arms across her chest and challenged me, “Oh? Just how do you plan to do that?”

“Get over here and lay across my lap. You’re going to get YOUR punishment now.” I said in a strict voice.

“Hmph!” she said as she walked towards me. “It’s not even my birthday.”

Then, she pulled her shorts down, taking her panties with them, and stepped out of them.

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