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KOCASI İSTEDİM KARISINI SİKTİM

[b ]Bir yıl önce yaşanmış gercek bir sex hikayemdir.kendime göre maddi dumum iyidir. mer yem isminde 29 yaşında bir baynla tanıştım.onunla uzun süre yazıştık.hoşlandığı herşeyden sohbet etik.kendisinin en büyük zevkinin başkasyla sikişrken kocasıbnın kendisini seyretmesiymiş.bu fantazisini gercekleştirmede kendisine yardımcı olabileceğimi söyledim.çok heyecanlanmıştı.ama kocasını ikna etmesi gerekiyordu.bir gün bir mesaj aldım.mesajda şöyle deniyordu merhaba ben meryemin kocasıyım.senin eşime yazdıkalrını okudum.bayağı beni heyecanlandırdı.eşimin kendisini sikerken benim tarafımdan seyredilmek istmesini ve bunun kendisini heyacanlandırıdığını bilmiyordum.o halde eşime bir sürpriz yapmak istiyorum.eşim suan evde.ona dolaptaki yeni aldığım jartiyerli çorabını ve kırmızı tangasını giydirip onunla sex yapmanı istiyorum.ben sen eve gittikten 1 sat sonra gelicem diye bir mesaj.hemen verdikleri adrese doğru gittim.evleri güzel bir yerde mustakil bir bahçe içindeydi.kapı aralıktı. kapıyı yavaşça açıp içeri girdim.kocası bana daha önce eşi meryemin yatak odasındaki kapıyı aralık bırakın ve eşimi seyretmek istiyorum dedi..ha unutmadan bu konuştuklarımzı eşime söyleme gizliden seyrederim diyor.eşi birde hatırlatma yapıyor eşinin amının ağzının çok dar olduğunu ve yavaşa yavaş girmemi istiyor.alışınca hızlı ve sert girebileceğimi söyledi. meryemle loş bir odada buluştuk.birbirimize sarıldık.saniyeler içinde soyunduk.allahım o ne vucuttu öyle çok harikaydı.göğüsleri ise dolgun ve ucları kocamandı.meryem benimkinin ağzına aldı yaklaşık yarım saat kadar yaladı emdi.daha sonra dayanamadım ve göğüslerine doğru boşaldım çünkü o kadar istiyodum ki ve önce sikimi yalattırıp boşalıp ikincisininde geç boşalmak içindi.daha sonra ikimiz kuvette bir banyo yaptık ve pırıl pırıl olduk.ayakta sevişerek yatak odasına doğru yöneldik. eşin gelene kadar sevişmeye başlamak istememiştim.meryem ayakta ve kedndini okşuyordu.bende sandalyedeyim ve onu izliyorum. meryem bu arada tanagasının üzerinden amını okşuyor bir eliylede memelerini okşuyordu. bende aletimi külotumun üzerinden çıkarıp okşamaya başladım gözünü hiç 23 cm lik ve kalın sikimden ayıramıyordu..bu arada eşide gelmiş ve kapı aralığından bizi gözetlemeye başladığını farkettim..ama ben haberim yokmuş gibi davranıyordum.çünki meryemin fantazisi buydu. meryemin yanına geldim ve onu kucaklayıp yatağa bacakların öne çekik biçimde oturtuyorum.arkasına bir yastık koyuyorum.yaslanıyor.bende üzerine bacaklarım ayrık bir şekilde oturuyorum sikimi ağzına verdim.. emmeye başladı.elimlede kaçlarımdan yapışmış olarak sikimi kendine doğru çekiyordu. boğazına kadar aldı bitanem .ağzını O yaptı vesikimi ama giriyormuş gibi girip girip çıkıyorumdum bebeğimmmm ohhhh diye sesler çıkarıyordu harika ağzımı güzelce sik diye inliyordu.bende ağzıında güzel bitanem.tıpkı am gibi.çok tatlı. diye kulağına fısıldıyordum. meryem inleye inleye emerken ağzına tekrar boşaldım.menileri yaladı. bu arada meryemde boşaldı ve parmağımla amının zevk sularıa dokunup ağzıma götürüp tadına baktırdım. sonra yatakta biraz dinlenirken yatak sohbeti yaptıktan sonra elimi tanganın üzerine koydum ve amını yavaş yavaş okşamaya başladım.amının yavaş yavaş kabardığını hissediyordum.bu arada dudaklarım dudaklarında emişiyoruz .ısırıyorum dudaklarını. göbeğini emiyorum.ensesini boynunu omzu başalrını yalıyorum sonra seni yuzustu yatırıyorum ve bu kez kalçalrını yalamaya başlıyorum askım.ohhhhhh bitanemm.kaymak gibi askımmm.sonra dilimi amına gömüyorum ve emmeye başlıyorum bitanem.diye zevkten hem ben hem o sex çığlıkları atıyoruz.eşi ise bizi gizlice seyretme fantzisi içinde kendisininkini okşadığını görüyordum.ama meryem kendisnini bana bırakmnış ikimizde bulutların üsütünde uçuyorduk.hhhhh sıvılar geliyor askım.harika bir amın var.ateş gibi alev alev yanıyor bitanem.ohhhhh diye inliyordum. meryemle 69 oluyoruz ve o benim sikimi emerken bende onun ağdalı güzel amcığını yalıyorum.ohhhh amını emerken parmağımıda amına sokuyorum gidip geliyorum .meryem dayanamadı ve hadi artık sokkk sokkkkkk diye inledi. sonra onu çeviriyorum ve bacaklarını iki yana iyice açıyoruma üzerine abanıyorum ve sikimi amın üzerine koyup sürtüyordum.meryeme eşin amının çok dar olduğunu söylemişti hatırlarsan iyice kıvama gelmesini ve sokarken kolay girmesini sitiyorum askım diyordum kendisine. sikimi amının üzerinde sürtmeye devam ediyorum. ohhhhhhh meryem askımmmm canımmmm yalvartıyorsun beni hadi sokkk sokkkk diye inliyordu.ama benim acelem yoktu.iyice kıvama gelmesini ve çıldırmasını bekliyordum. meryemi sonra domaltıım. ona bir sürpriz yaptım ve yanımda getirdiğim vibratörü göt deliğini ağzına dayıyoruım ve sikimide o dar amınanın ağzına dayadım. vibratörün arka kısmı karnına dayanmış olarak duruyor.sikimi amına gömüyorum ve içeri girerken yani ittiriken aynı anda vibratörde göt deliğine giriyordu..sanki iki erkek tarafından sikiliyormuş gibi çılgınca inliyordu.sikin beni erkeğim sikin diye bağırıyordu. .ohhhhh bağırta bağırta meryemi sikiyorum .ohhhhhhhh askımı kucağıma alıyorum ve sikim amındayken dudaklarım memelerinide emiyorum vibratörüde ağzına veriyorum ve başını emdirdim .o şekilde ikimizde titreyerek boşaldık. artık aramzıa kocasınıda aldık ve her hafta üçlü yaptık.bu tam 1 yıl devam etti.karısını siktirmek isteyenler bana ulaşın.

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Merhaba arkadaşlar ismim volkan yaşım 30 bankada çalışıyorum eşim Merve 28 özel bir hastanede hemşire burada paylaşacaklarımız birebir yaşanmış gercek hayatımızdır eşim ve baldızım ve bacanak la yaşadığımız Sex hayatımızdır kimseyle bunu paylaşamadığım için Burda yazmak ihtiyacı duydum belki bizgibi olanları bulabiliriz diye neyse konuya gireyim.
Hem arkadaşım hemde bacanağım olan Mesut (30 yaşında aynı bankada) çalışıyoruz ikimizde evlenmeden önce beraber cok eskort yada kız arkadaş cevresi ile gurup Sex yaptık bizde saplantı haline gelmişti taki evlenesiye kadar ilk baldızım mıhribanla( 30 yaşında öğretmen) arkadaşım mesut evlenmişlerdi bende bunların aracılığı ile eşim Merve ile tanışıp 1 yıl sonra bizde evlendik evliliğimiz çok guzel gidiyor Sex konusunda da tek sorun anal sex isteğimle sadece doğum günü evlilik yıldönümü gibi gunlerde izin veriyordu. FANTAZİMİZ gurup Sex eşimi tost etmekti yada hastanede giydiği hemşire kıyafetiyle sex yapıyorduk herseferinde Sex sırasında bu fantaziyi yapar eşimde Sex sırasında bana katılır sonra sanki sevişirken söylediklerini isteklerini o dememişgibi sacma lama der kapatırdı konuyu.
Bacanakla aynı yerde çalışıyoruz sohbet dönüp dolaşıp sex se gelıyordu gençlikte yaptıklarımızı anlatır gulerdik birgün bacanak neden yapmıyoruz yapabiliriz aslında dedi benim ilk aklıma gelen karımla baldız oldu ama ona belli etmedim sorma bacanak benimde fantazim ama kimi bulcaz dedim güldü cevap vermedi sonra kendi eşlerimizi anlatmaya başladık birbirimize ikimizinde hoşuna gitmişti bu birkac gun böyle konuşurken ben baldız hayran olmuştum yaptıklarını duydukça birgun bacanak telinden vıdeo actı anal sex videosu yakın çekim olduğundan ben ilk başkasına ait olduğunu düşündüm dikkatlice bakıyordum vıdeonun sonuna doğru baldızım yuzunu gördüm şaşırdım birşey diyemedim nasıl dedi bacanak süpersiniz dedim fantazim iz tost yapmak çift almak dedi ben bizdede var ama sade benim isteğim dedim Merve katı o konuda anal sex de herzaman olmuyor dedim.
Bacanak bizde herseferinde yapıyor mihribanıda ikna ettim oda istekli artık dedi. Bende süpersiniz şanslısın dedim evet öyleyim dedi ogun öylece kapattık konuyu
Eşim hastanede gece görevliyken bacanak telefon açtı yemeğe gel macıda beraber izleriz dedi bende ok dedim gittim guzelbir masa hazırlamış baldız çok nadir mini giyerdi ogun mini giymiş ve cesur göğus dekolteli elbise vardi anal sex videosunu izledikten sonra ilk böyle görmüştüm sohbet guzeldi konuyu bacanak actı baldız tatlım aynı fantaziyi bunlarda yapıyor ama kardeşin oyun bozanlık yapıyormuş dedi ben utandım nasıl tepki vereceğimi şaşirdım onlarda farkına vardı güldüler oyun bozandırkardeşim hep dedi baldız bacanak aslında beraber 4 lü olabiliriz dedi ben neden davet edildiğimi anladım o sıra bende olur ama bizde Merve problem dedim ben isterim acıkcası dedim bacanak Sex
sırasında sizi hayal ediyoruz ama siz nekadar düşünürsunuz dedi hem Merve ikna olasıya biz üçlü takılalım sende istersen dedi ben ikisinin yuzune baktım ikisinde istekli baldiz bacanak tanda istekli bakiyordu siz isterseniz ben hazırım herzaman dedim baldız o sıra kalktı bacanağın yanına gitti öptü biliyordum olacağını dedi ve sevişmeye başladılar ben de onları izliyordum eteğini ve elbisesini cıkardı bacanak baldız siyah tanga ve sutyeni kalmıştı benim yanıma geldiler yatak odasına göturduler baldız yatağın kenarına oturdu bizde o sırada uzerimizi cıkarıyor cırılcıplak olmuştuk baldız sikimizi okşuyor sırayla yalıyor du ikimizin sik**e taşgibi olmuştu baldızı domalttık bacanak yadi baktadına baldan tatlımı dedi ben tangasını yavaşca cıkardı amını göt deliğini yalamaya başladım bacanak ta ağzına verıyordu sonra ben yavaşca amına girdim pompalamaya başladım bir iki dakika sonra yer deyiştik ben baldızım ağzına verdim bacanak pompalıyor du öyle guzel yalıyorduki iştahla bacanak tost zamanı dedı ilk benim analdan girmemi istedi kayganlaştırıcıyla göt deliğine masaj yapıp parmakla alıştırdım sonra sikimi göt deliğine dayadım yavaşca bastırdı alişkın ve istekli olan baldız kendini bana doğru bastırdı sikimi kökledim yavaş yavaş pompaya başladım öyle guzeldiki eşimden görmediğim Sex istek arzu baldız da katkat vardı sonra bacanak yatağa uzandı baldız uzerıme oturdu biraz zıpladıktan sonra bacanak iki elıyle kalcalarını ayırdı hadi sıra sende dedi acılmiş alişmiş göt deliğine girmem kolay oldu ikimizde pompalamaya başladık baldız inliyor du sikin beni ohh işte bu diye sonra baldız siz durun dedi biz kökledik baldizin git gelini izliyor iki sikin tadını çıkarıyordu ben bacanağın sikini hıssede biliyordum baldiz birden hızlandı ucumuzde boşalıyorduk cıkan sesler daha cok azdırıyor du bizi aynı anda boşaldık baldız la bacanak mutlu öpüşüyorlardı superdi iz teşekkürler tatlım diye bacanağa teşekur ediyordu baldız ben yanlarına uzandım onları izliyordum sonra baldız da yanıma uzandı üçümüz nefes nefese uzandık ilki yaşamanın heyecanı mutluluğu birbirimize iltifatlar ve ben karımı nasıl ikna edebilirim diye sordum baldız yardımcı olurum sana merak etme fazla surmez dedi kalktık duşa gittik birer bira içip bir postadaha yaptık bu sefer baldız uzerıme cıktı siktimin uzerinde zıplarken bacanak bizi izliyordu sonra baldız bacaklarını ayırdı uzerime uzandı dilimizi emiyor öpüşüyor bacanak rahat girsın diye kalcalarını ayırıyordum bacanak götünde girdikten sonra aldığı zevk baldızım yuzunu yansıyor nefesı yuzume vuruyordu dönuşümlu olarak biz pompalıyor duk sonra baldız sikimizin uzerınden kayıyor gitgel yapıyordu 10 dakıka aynı pozisyonda kaldık yine aynı anda boşaldık baldız öyle zevk alıyorduk boşaldık tan sonra ustu den kalktı amından cıkan sperm bulaşiğı olan sikimi yalıyor du taşaklarımı okşuyor tekrar kaldırmıştı sikimi bacanak bize bakarak 31 cekıyordu tekrar uzerine oturdu bir götten bir amdan alıyordu tost yaparken resim cekmesını sade yarağın girdiği anı istiyordu bacanak hem resim cekiyor fırsat buldukça oda sikiyordu ucuncu boşaltma olduğundan sperm falan gelmemişti doğru duzgun zaten duş yapıp giyinip pılan yapmaya başladık baldız eşimle konuşacaktır kendilerinin bir erkek aldığını zevklı olduğunu tost olduğunu bende aynı fantaziyi karıma Sex sırasında söyleyecektim.
Cumartesi günü planlı şekilde bize geldiler sohbet muhabbet onlar mutfakta balkonda konuşuyorlar bizde bacanakla TV sohbet falan ediyorduk baldız konuşmuş resimi göstermiş iki taraftan yarak yediği anı göstermiş başka porno videoları göstermiş aldığı zevki söylemiş gece 1 de gittiler onlar gittikten sonra eşimde Sex arzusu sevişme isteği ust seviyedeydi öpüşerek yatak odasına gittik birbirimizi soyduk yatırdım ilk göğüslerini sonra amını yalamaya başladım ara sıra göt deliğini yalıyor pormaklıyordum hoşuna gidiyordu yuzu koyun cevirdi hafif kalcasını yukarı kaldırdı daha rahat yalaya bileyim diye dilimle göt deligine bastırıyor amını pormaklıyordum onunda inlemesi eliyle kalcasını ayırması aldığı zevk mutlu etmişti beni ben kendı e cekip domalttım amına girdim pompalamaya başladım oda eliyle amını okuyordu sikimi cıkarıp göt deliğine bastırdı herseferinde olmaz diyen karim sok hadi diye iyice domalıyordu önümde hafif bastırıp cekiyor dum yatağın yanındaki komıdınden masaj yağını kalcasına bolca döktum sikinede döktum göt deliğine bastırdı yavaşca kaydım ay ay of yavaş diye inlemeye başladı ben icinde bekledim kalcalarını okşuyor göğuslerını okşamaya calışiyor dum yavaşca cıktım sikimi yağlayın tekrar girdim daha rahat ve sesli bir şekilde girmiştim şak şak diye ses cıkıyor karım kafasını yastığa koymuş amını okşuyor taşaklarımı okşamaya çalışıyordu nasıl aşkım dedim. Buzda kayargibi sikini herkıvrımını götumde hıssediyorum sik aşkım istediğini yap diyordu ben o sırada caktırmadan resim çektim sonra sen uste cık dedim ilk amına aldı çok ateşli bir şekilde uzerımde zıplıyor onu izlemeyi çok zevkliydi sonra arkadan almasını söyledim yavaşca eliyle tutup uzerıne oturdu gözleri kapalı dudağını ısırarak yavaş yakaş gitgel yaparak hepsini almişti arkadan kendıne çektım alttan pompalayarak göğüslerini emiyor dum oh oh sik aşkim daha çok diyerken ben o sırada iki yarak girse nasıl olur dedim istemezmisin amdan götten aynı anda sikilmeyi dedim. Ohhh aşkım super olur sik beni siktir beni hadi diyerek orgazm oldu ben de o sırada arkadan cıkarıp amına girmiştim ser alttan pompalayarak boşaldım uzerıme yattı kalp atışlarımızı dinliyorduk nefes nefese cok güzel di aşkım supersın nasıl güzel verdin arkadan diyerek kalcasını sırtını okşuyor dum bende zevk aldım aşkım guzeldi dedi arkadan istediğin an yapabiliriz artık dedi. Birşey söylicem dedi söyle aşkim dedim. Ablam gil nasıl bir delilik yapmiş dedi ne yapmişlar dedim aralarına erkek almiş lar senın fantazim varya onu yapmişlar dedi şaşırmış gibi hadiya falan dedim yalandır dedim yok gösterdi resmini ayni anda kendini siktirirken dedi hadiya şansa bak ben istediğim fantaziyi onlar yapıyor dedim nasıldı hoşuna gittimi yaraklar dedim gördunmü yarakları nasıl girmiş dedim biraz utankac gulerek güzeldi dedi. Ben sende istersen yapabiliriz ben çok istiyorum dedim cevap vermedi kalktı temizlenip geliyorum dedi bende arkasından gittim duşun altında sevişmeye başladık sonra yatak odasına geldik uzan dedi ilk kafamın uzerine oturdu amdudaklarını emdirdı sonra 69 pozisyonuna gectik eşimden böyle şeyleri kendi isteği ile ilk defa göruyor dum sikimi taşaklarımı oyle guzel yalıyorduku bende onun kalcasını arasını amından akan zevk suyunu yalıyor emiyordum sırtı bana doğru dönük sikimin uzerıme oturdu aynada kendini izleyerek zıplıyor alttan ben pompalıyor elımle göt deliğine masaj yağı surdum arka deliğini parmaklıyordun herseferinde oturup kalktıkca başparmağim arka deliğine girip cıkıyor daha çok zevk alıyordu ben o sırada düşün sene ablan Gilde bize katılıyor seni enişten le tost yapıyoruz sırayla ablanı sonra sen ablamla sevişirken sizi siktiğimizi dedim.
Ohhh super olur aşkım dedi amından sikimi cikarıp arka deliğine aldı uzerıme doğru yattı bende amını okşuyor iki parmağımla amını parmaklıyordun hadi düşun enişten amından siktir ben alttan götunu sıktığımi eşim havaya girmişti oh çok guzel sikin beni bir elimle de göğsunu okşuyor dum aşkim çok guzel lutfen sabahakadar bitmesin lutfen diye inliyordu ikimizde ilk defa böyle zevk almiştik ben götune boşaldım oda orgazm olmuştu ikimizde gayet mutlu ve bitkindik birkaç dakika dinlenip eşim duşa gitti ben cektiğim resimleri bacanağa gönderdim baldız daha çok konuşsun işe yarıyor dedim ikna olacak dedim sonra eşim cıktı ben girdim duşa cıktığımda ablasıyla telde konuşuyorlardı yarın için birşeyler yapalım pıknıkgibi gezmeye gidelim i demiş bena sordu ok dedim teli kapattılar ben nedersin aşkım gecenin 3 de onlarda uymamış ve seni aradılar onlarda bizimi hayal ediyor ki dedim. Eşim guldu mesaj yazmiş uydunmu dıye bende yok deyınce aradı bilmiyorum bizi düşunup düşunmediklerini dedi guldu yarın konuşalımmı onlar nasılsa alıyorlarmış aralarına tek erkek yada cift dedim sen ciddisin ha dedi eşim ben evet alacağımız zevki düşün dedim ablam eniştem biz Sex aynı anda dedi ben söyleyemem hem öyle olmaz birden denirmi dedi ben derim dedim sakın ha zamana Burak hadi uyuyalım dedi yattık yarım saat sonra öyle birşey de evliliğimiz zarar gelir mi dedi eşim uyuyamıyor du ben hahır daha cok mutlu oluruz bağlı oluruz dedim biraz öpüştük uyduk saat 11 de uyandırdı ablam gil 1 saate geliyorlar pikniğe gidiyoruz dedi kahvaltı yapmadan apartopar hazırlandık gittik gideceğimiz yer 1 saat uzaktı arabada herkesin neşesi yerindeydi vardık guzel bir piknik alanıydı herşeyi hazırladık sohbet guzeldı erotik fıkralar anlatıyor guluyorduk sonra baldız la eşim bizden biraz uzağa gittiler sohbet ediyorlardı bende bacanakla olanları anlattım olacak bu iş dedim baldız da karımı ikna etmişgibi ama birbirlerine söyleyemiyorlardı o gun eve geldik ben eşime bacanakla konuştum o işi dedim şaşırdı hayır yapmadın demi dedi evet onlarda bize açılamıyorlarmış dedim eşim biraz şaşırdı hoşuna da gitti aslında ablamda benzer şeyler anlattı dedi. Ben konuşalım dedim yok öyle telde olmaz hafta içi buluşuruz ben konuşurum dedi sevişmeye başladık ben video cekelim onlara atalım dedim yanlişlıkla oldu deriz konu böyle acılır dedim tamam dedi vıdeo cektık Sex sırasında gönderdik yanlişlıkla olmuşgibi onlarda izlediler baldız eşimi bacanak beni aradı aynı anda ya kusura bakmayın yanliş lık falan dedım eşim de aynı şeyleri söylüyordu ablasına olur insanlık halı hata ola bilir falan dedi yarımsaat sonra onlarda bize gönderdiler Sex yaparken bizimde böyle işte diye supersınız iltifatlar birbirimize hafta ortası baldız la eşim buluşup konuşmuşlar bizde bacanakla cuma akşamı işten sonra eşlerimizi alıp yemeye göturduk ustu kapalı birbirimize acıldık sonra bize gidelim dediler kalktık onlara gittik bacanak iki bira getirdı balkonda otururken hanımlara icerde transparan Sex kıyafeti gitmişler hazırlanmişlar mumlar falan yatak odasında güzel bir ortam yapmışlar bize seslendiler gittik ikisinde yatakta uzanıyor birbirleriyle öpüşüyorlardı bizde biraz izledik onları o sırada soyunduk eşim heyecanlıydı belli bacanakla eşlerimizin yanına gidip öpmeye yalamaya başladık onlarda birbirlerini okşuyordu ben ilk karımı domalttım baldız da yanına domaldı bacanakla aynı anda karılarımızı sikiyorduk ben deyişelim işerati yaptım bacanak karımın arkasına gecti bende baldızın karım gözüme bakıyor zevk aldığı belli ama heyecanlıydı ben baldızı bacanak ta karımı sert sıkmeye başladık ikisinde inliyor ohhhhhh cok guzel diye baldız tost yapın benı dedi bacanakla baldızı tost yaptık ben altta bacanak arkadan baldız iki sikin arasında ileri geri kayıyordu karım bizi izliyor daha cok azıyordu baldız kalktı gel şimdi sıra sende dedi karım sikimin uzerine oturdu ıleri geri yapıyor havaya giriyordu baldızım kayganlaştırıcı ile göt deliğini kayganlaştırıyor parmaklıyordu sonra bacanak geldi karımı kendıme doğru cekip bacanağın actım bana yaptığıgibi karımın kalcalarını ayırdım götten girdi karım zevkten inliyor çok guzel supersınız kalcasını sağa sola hareket ettirerek ileri geri gidip geliyordu baldız yönlendiriyor du karımı 2 dakikada orgazm oldu sonra ben baldızı aldım bacanak ta karımı deyişerek sabaha kadar her pozisyonda yaptık o gece onlarda kaldık sabah kahvaltıdan sonra tekrar yaptık daha önce götten vermeyen karım tost olmayı sevmişti gayet zevk alıyor daha önce neden yapmadık dıye birbirimize soruyorduk her fırsatta bacanakla baldız la yapıyoruz 4 muzde mutluyuz…

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A Dylan James Adventure

This is another in the continuing adventures of Dylan James, Hollywood stuntman and stud. Dylan’s adventures started out with the “One For The Road” series. Please check all his adventures out. Thanks for the interest and support. And please remember to vote. All emails are welcome.

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Dylan sprinted toward the gate just as the agent made the final boarding call for Delta flight 4846 to Los Angeles. He had just made it through security and run most to the way to the gate. He handed his first class ticket to the agent, who frowned at him and said. “We were just about to close the doors.”

Dylan nodded and moved on down the breezeway. He was sweating just a little. His plane from Raleigh/Durham had landed on Concourse D, and his connecting flight was on Concourse A. The Atlanta airport is pretty easy to get around if you have enough time — but if you are running late. It is a total nightmare. As he went down the walkway to the airplane, the old phrase about “…if you go to hell, you have to change planes in Atlanta” came to mind.

The female flight attendant took his ticket at the door, “Please take your seat at once.”

He moved to his seat, 4C on the aisle. He quickly stored his bag in the overhead and sat down in his first class seat. Now taking a deep breath he began to relax a little, he glanced around a bit and didn’t see anyone in first class but a couple of people. It really didn’t surprise him, since it was the red eye and it was mid-week. There was a young man in the front row reading a novel, and a young woman across the aisle from him by the window working on her lap-top. He took a casual notice of her. She seemed very well-built from what little light was around at the moment. As he buckled in, the flight attendant asked him if he wanted something to drink right then. He ordered a scotch neat, and she frowned. As she moved to the galley, he pulled the airline magazine from its pocket. The engines roared and the plane jerked as it backed out.

She brought the drink back with a napkin, and moved off to conduct her duties. He was not looking forward to this flight; it was going to be very long to LA tonight, almost six hours. He had already been in the air for two hours from Durham so this was going to be a long ass night. He was tired and had a full day tomorrow back at the office getting ready for a new stunt on the next “Hellboy” movie. He had been doing some free-lance stunt work on a commercial shot in North Carolina at the De Laurentus Studios, and it had been a very long week and half. He was glad to be getting back, but he could feel the weariness in his bones.

As he took a sip of the scotch, out of the corner of his eye he noticed the young girl turning off her lap-top and putting it up. He unconsciously watched her put it in a back pack and stick it under the seat in front of her. She looked up and smiled at him, the dim light catching her face. He smiled back and looked forward. As he took another sip, he thought to himself, “Jesus. She is absolutely stunning.”

The flight attendant started doing her spiel about exits and buckles, and Dylan zoned out as the big jet lumbered down the runway. He closed his eyes as the warmth of the liquor spread through his body. The attendant droned on followed by the captain’s own spiel—’we’d be right on time for taking off, and things looked smooth, blah, blah.’

They sat on the runway for just a few moments and then the giant 747 roared down the runway and up into the sky. Dylan hated takeoffs, didn’t really care for flying. For a professional stuntman, it was really a very silly fear, but one that he had none the less. He took another sip of his drink, closed his eyes and breathed. As the plane started climbed, Dylan looked out the window watching Atlanta grow smaller and smaller in the evening darkness. After banking several times and continuing to rise, the plane finally began leveling off from its climb and Dylan breathed a small sigh of relief. He took another deep sip of the warm dark scotch and leaned his head back against the seat.

“Are you a nervous flier?” the young woman whispered to him from across the aisle. Dylan turned his head and saw her staring at him with a concerned look on her face. He smiled at her and shrugged, “Always like that during takeoffs.” She nodded and turned back to her window. That time he had been able to take a much better look at her. Her face was truly beautiful. She had straight black hair, dark eyebrows, deep, blue eyes, and smooth olive skin. Her lips were full and pouty. She wore a short blue jean skirt, which showed off her gorgeous legs, and a tight green top that clung to a pair of huge breasts that seemed to strain against the thin material. On her tiny frame they seemed impossibly big compared to her slim waist. She had sandals on her small feet with brightly painted red toenails. He thought he could make out the points of her nipples pushing through her t-shirt in the dim light. As he stared illegal bahis at her astonishing tits, the brunette stared out the plane window and Dylan watched each rise and fall of her large round breasts up and down slowly. He stared at them for a lot longer than he should have. She turned and caught him staring and gave him a brief but worried smile. She quickly turned back to the window. As she did her black hair danced delightfully, picking up the dim lights from the overhead lighting. He nodded back too late. She had seen him leering at her and now she was nervous. “Smooth,” Dylan berated himself as he turned and looked out his window. But her beauty and her tits had gotten his attention and made his cock painfully hard. He finished with the airline magazine, putting it back in the seat pocket, and killed the last of his scotch.

When the seat-belt sign was turned off and the pilot did his cruising altitude babble, the attendant came down the aisle and asked if he would like another drink. He nodded yes. After she moved away, he got up and made for the restroom in the front part of the cabin. In the tiny bathroom, the tall stuntman freed his painfully hard 9 inch monster and began to take a whiz. It relieved the pressure on his cock, and it shrunk to normal size (for him). As he returned to his seat, the young woman looked up as he passed and smiled again. While he was gone she had pulled out her bag and began working on her lap-top again. There were papers spread out on the seat next to her as she typed away. He sat down and the attendant gave him his second scotch.

The young girl ordered a Coke from the attendant as he took another long sip of scotch. He put the glass down on his tray table, and the slight motion of the plane and the soft noise of the engines were starting to make him doze off. “How are you doing? Less nervous?” he heard and he opened his eyes. For a moment he was disoriented, but then realized that the dark haired young woman was speaking to him. He turned toward her.

“Oh, fine. Thank you.”

“Just making sure,’ she smiled. Her fingers toyed with the keys on the laptop. She seemed eager to talk.

“I’m Dylan.”

“Hi,” she said softly, looking up, “nice to meet you. I’m Brandi.” She had a Southern accent, and a thick one at that. Dylan took a sip of his drink.

“Like your scotch?” she said.

“When it’s around,” he grinned. Dylan looking at the paper work, “Are you working on a report?”

“No, I teach third grade, and I have to do my lesson plan for next week.”

“Oh.” He thought to himself, “…a school teacher flying first class? How can she afford it?”

About that time, the stewardess returned with her soda. She moved to the front and sat down next to the young man in the front row. They began to speak to each other at once. Dylan noticed that and filed it away somewhere in his brain.

“Cheers,” he motioned to Brandi and raised the cup to his mouth.

“Cheers,” she said, and took a small sip.

“So what’s in LA, a wedding or something?” he asked. The scotch was beginning to cloud his thoughts, and he really could not think of anything else to ask.

“I am going out for business,” she said with a big smile. “Are you from LA?”

“Yeah, I work in the film business. Just flying home from a long job.”

“That must be exciting.”

“Well, not tonight. Tonight it is just tiring,” he said more harshly then he intended. Brandy looked at him for a moment and nodded. She returned to her typing and Dylan realized he had just killed the conversation. He sipped his scotch knowing that he had blown a clear chance to talk to her. He stared out his window as the dark night sailed by at 35,000 feet, and thought to himself he was way off his game. She was probably on her first trip to West Coast and was excited. She just wanted to talk. He mentally kicked himself and continued looking out the window. He was starting to get drowsy again when he noticed she was getting out of her seat. He watched as this long limbed beauty moved up the aisle and toward the lavatory in the front. He was entranced at the sight of her beautiful ass as it moved back and forth in her tight jean skirt.

While she was gone, he looked over at her seat and noticed a small emblem on her back pack that read “Ms. Watermelon Queen 2008”. Was she a beauty queen? That made sense, she certainly was pretty enough. His tired mind returned to a brief affair he had with Ms. Georgia a few years before when they had worked together. He was lost in the memories when Brandy came out of the lavatory. He watched her start down the aisle, and then she bent down to talk to the flight attendant and the young guy in the front row. She nodded to something that was said, and moved back to her seat.

He decided to try once again or this was going to be a very long flight. He really didn’t think he was going to pick her up, but he always enjoyed flirting with women and he had nothing to read. So why not?

“Did illegal bahis siteleri she say anything interesting,” Dylan asked as she sat down.

“Oh, just that if we wanted anything to let her know. That is her boyfriend and she is just sitting with him.” She immediately went to work with her laptop ignoring him.

“Hey, I am sorry. I really did not mean to bite your head off earlier. I was just tired. I do apologize.”

She looked up at him for a moment, and then smiled. “It is okay, I was just worried about you. You seemed very nervous.”

“Thank you that is very kind of you. I have just been flying all day.” Her whole face light up. He had been right. She wanted to talk about her trip. She asked him again what he did, and he started with the brief outline of what a stuntman does. The same one he gave all the time now. She hung on every word. He finally got the conversation off him and on to her. He asked her about the emblem on her back pack, and she almost exploded with glee as she talked about the beauty pageant. She talked about winning the local beauty contest, “Ms. Watermelon Queen.” The people of her local church had put her up for it and she had won going away. The contest turned out to be a qualifier for the Ms. America pageants so her church again came up with the money to send her to LA to train with a pageant professional to increase her chances for winning. They had arranged for her to stay with people from another branch of her church in Los Angeles. She was excited and nervous and seemed very young. After talking for a few moments, she invited him to move across the aisle so they could talk more quietly. He said yes, and she quickly moved her items into her bag to make room for him. As he slid into the seat next to her, he watched as she crossed her legs. They were smooth and tan and flawless. His large prick jumped at the thought of sliding between those amazing thighs. As she inanely babbled on about the contest, her family, her church, and her excitement of traveling for contests, he watched her warm, wet mouth and the thought of her sweet mouth wrapped around his creaming cock made his own mouth water. As she looked at him trustingly with her wide, alluring eyes, Dylan grew more and more entranced by her beauty. After they had been talking for about 10 minutes, Dylan suddenly realized he was sitting with a true Southern Belle, the very kind of girl that he used to flee from in school. Being raised in the South as he was, he had seen this type of young girl forever. Pretty, sweet, shallow, small-minded, and one-dimensional, not her fault, it was just how she was raised. She had been raised to be a wife, mother, join the country club and go to church every Sunday. Not a bad existence, just a limited one. One that Dylan had never wanted — that is why he had gotten out of the South. Brandi was intelligent; but she was also extremely naïve about the world and how things work. As he listened to her, he already knew what her college life had been like; sorority sisters, frat boys, prettiest girl on campus, good student, and occasional sex with her boyfriend whom she would marry upon graduation. He also knew that church and faith were extremely important to her. Coming from a small southern town, those beliefs would have shaped her life and how she saw the world. Dylan bet that she had never questioned the beliefs she was raised with. He bet that she prayed when she woke up and before she went to sleep, plus attended Bible study and the church youth group every week. She did not have a ring on her finger, but he knew she had a boyfriend. Someone who looked like that always did. Plus he knew the sex between them was terrible. Either the guy was an awful lay, or she had too many hang-ups. He smiled to himself and thought, “I should seduce her, just to give her a good orgasm.”

Dylan noticed the attendant getting up and moving back toward them. “I wanted to know if you two wanted anything else. If not, I was going to catch a nap up front for an hour or so. It has been a very long day.”

Brandi shook her head, saying she was fine. Dylan asked for two more scotches and another soda. The stewardess nodded and stepped away.

“You are going to be bombed when we land if you drink all that,” Brandi scolded him.

“It is for both of us. She is going to sleep so this way we can keep the party going.”

“Dylan, I don’t drink.” He stared at her for a moment skeptically. “I don’t anymore … well only a little..,” she confessed. “I used to be a big party girl in college and really got in trouble by drinking and partying too much. After I barely got through college, I made a promise to myself and God, that I would a better and safer life. And I have kept that promise.”

She was so earnest in her statement that he almost laughed at her. He really could not believe that someone that looked like her — this incredibly pretty young woman — was so uptight. She seemed much cut off from life. She was sweet, naïve and in for an incredible canlı bahis siteleri shock when she got to LA. The more Dylan watched her and listened the more he wanted to fuck her now just to see if he could break through the wall of faith and piety that she put around herself. He bet that if he could crack that shell, she was an absolute sexual tiger inside, a tiger that it would be fun trying to tame. He joked with her until the booze arrived, keeping it light. Then he poured two stiff drinks in their plastic cups and handed one to her. She took it apprehensively as if she was breaking some very important law.

“Don’t worry, remember someone else is driving right,” he smiled as he toasted her. She tentatively brought the glass to her lips and sipped it. The strength of the liquor made her wince for a second, and then she smiled. “That tastes good. I have not had scotch since college.” She took another tiny sip, and Dylan knew he had a solid chance to score her. He reached up and turned off the overhead reading light plunging their two seats into almost total blackness. The only light nearby came from the safety lights in the floor and a dim light from the galley 5 rows ahead. It created a cocoon of intimacy around them as he continued to keep the conversation on her but light. Family, teaching school, what a beauty queen does, anything to make her relaxed and drinking. The time passed quickly, while they consumed two more scotches each, when he finally realized that she was pretty drunk. The more that they talked, the more playful she became with him making jokes, touching his arm, laughing at his stories of movie sets. A playful sexual tension was building and Dylan was transfixed by her angelic beauty. Between the mix of alcohol and the flow of blood to his pulsing cock, he wanted to see if her could seduce right here. He leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear.

“So tell me about your wild days. What were you like?”

She laughed at the question and looked at him for a second. “I was a total wild child. I drink, smoked pot, partied all night, and almost flunked out of school on more than occasion. My roommate and I were known to be a pair of very fun girls, if you get my drift,” she took another sip of scotch and peered at him over the top of her glass.

“What made you change your evil ways?”

“I met my boyfriend, Wayne. He helped me change by bringing me to Jesus. I am much happier and at peace with myself. It has completely changed my life for the better.”

“What does he do?”

“He is studying to be a minister. He is a good, good man.”

“Do you ever miss those old evil days?” Dylan asked as he stared at her in the darkness.

“No, not really. Well,” she paused for a couple of moments, “…to be honest I miss the sex. I shouldn’t be telling you this. I love sex, and Wayne and I don’t do it very often, because he doesn’t feel that it is right before you are married.”

“So why don’t you get married then?”

“He wants to wait until he finishes his courses. That is a couple of years off.”

“Poor girl!”

“Yeah, tell me about it.” She stopped talking and took another sip of her drink, and the silence grew into a pregnant pause. She leaned her head against his shoulder and sighed. “You are a very nice man to listen to my boring stories.”

“I really am not that nice. And they not that boring… So do you mind if I ask another question?” She nodded no. “What is sex like with a minister?”

“Not very good actually,” she giggled. He could almost see her blush in the darkness. “I said I was pretty wild in school, but I was just trying to impress you. I never did much. I was a virgin until I was 20. Hell, I have never even giving Wayne … head. He won’t let me. God, now I am embarrassed. Is there anymore to drink?”

Dylan filled her glass with the last of the scotch, and watched her quickly gulp it down. She seemed really very nervous. He touched her arm and she almost jumped. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing! I just should not have told you those intimate details. I was wrong, but you are a nice man to put up with me.”

“I told you, I am not a nice man.”

“Why do you keep saying that?” She asked leaning in close to him as if to comfort him.

“Because I keep thinking about …”

“About what?” she asked, her voice very low.

Dylan leaned in very close to her face. He could feel her soft, scotch favored breath on his face. “That attendant is gone to sleep for awhile,’ he said motioning toward the front. “We are alone and undisturbed in this big dark airplane. And how much I want to kiss you.” He really wanted to fuck her desperately. He was very hungry for her. His cock surged down his thigh in the darkness.

She was silent. Dylan leaned forward. She saw him coming.

“Please, don’t,” she whispered, starting to turn away. He touched her cheek, she was trembling.

“We can’t,” she whispered.

“Why not?”

“It’s wrong. I have a boyfriend. I don’t know you. It would be wrong.”

He leaned in, and his lips touched hers ever so gently as her eyes fluttered closed. His lips, soft and firm, rubbed back and forth over hers. His hand cupped her chin and pulled her gently to him.

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If you’d asked anyone in our small town what I was likely to become in life I’m sure they would have told you, “Oh, Susan’s a quiet girl; she’ll make someone a good wife and probably take over as church secretary after her mother retires.” And before the events that changed my life occurred I don’t know that I would have said anything different. But even then I was aware of a restlessness within myself that seemed to grow with every passing day, a hunger for something that couldn’t be found within Grenville, Arkansas. Part of it, I knew, came from the natural changes in my body as I entered adulthood which fostered an intense curiousity about sex. I hadn’t been a virgin for quite some time. And my boyfriend at that time, Bobby, and I got together as often as we could to explore the possibilities. Yet, although I enjoyed our sessions very much, a persistant inner voice whispered that there was more. But how or where to find it I had no idea.

And then one June afternoon I was walking on the blacktop road between my house and my friend Patricia’s. We lived about a mile apart in a wooded rockstrewn area just outside of Grenville. Behind me, in the distance, I heard the throbbing rumble of a big Harley approaching. I was involved in my own thoughts and didn’t pay much attention. A few moments later it roared past me and I caught a glimpse of a large, heavily bearded, man in a leather jacket and cap. He noticed me too. About a quarter of a mile down the road he slowed and swept around in a half circle and headed back towards me, moving slower this time. I could see that his eyes were fixed on my chest so intently that I almost felt that he could see right through my plain white t-shirt. Seconds later I heard him sweep around once more and come up behind me. Now it was the shape and movement of my behind through my jeans that earned his scrutiny. He came up slowly until he was moving beside me. I kept walking, eyes straight ahead. Although there was a real edge of fear there was also a powerful stirring of excitement.

“Lookin’ good, Baby,” he yelled over the noise. I didn’t dare look at him. “You ever ride a bike like mine?”

I shook my head.

“You wanna go for a ride?”

I felt myself flushing. After several long moments I shook my head again. I was quite certain that his motorcycle wasn’t the only thing I was being asked to ride. He kept moving beside me, revving the engine now and then. I had the feeling he knew that he had me going. I could feel my legs turning to water, trembling, and my crotch swelling with heated arousal.

He pulled ahead of me and stopped about ten feet away. As I approached he said, “Get on, Baby.”

I started to walk past.

“Come on Honey, I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

I stopped and stared at the ground, shaking. I was excited but frightened too. He was a big man and seemed beyond my control. Dangerous. But my inner voice was telling me that just maybe this was how I could find what I’d been missing. Still looking at the ground, not daring to meet his eyes, I turned and walked to the motorcycle. He scooted up a little on the seat and I put my leg over, bracing myself with one hand on the side of his large body. Sitting down I was acutely aware that my legs were spread open. My purse was hanging from my right shoulder; I caught it and placed it between my stomach and his back.

“Hang on Baby,” he said. Seconds later we were roaring illegal bahis down the road, the wind catching my hair. I could feel the seam of my jeans digging into my crotch as the vibration of the big machine stirred my desire.

To maintain my balance I pressed my hands against the sides of his body. I’d noticed that he had a sizable belly so it surprised me to find that he actually felt solid and muscular. We were passing Patricia’s house and I wondered if she was watching; I turned my head to look but all the windows I saw were empty.

About thirty minutes later he veered off the blacktop onto a gravel lane with heavy woods on either side. It was my impression that he knew where he was going. In a minute the woods opened up on the left hand side and I was looking at a small pond surrounded by a grassy area. On the far side of the pond was a small barnlike building. He stopped the motorcycle and pushed the kickstand down with the heel of his heavy boot.

“Time to get off,” he said. A couple of seconds later he chuckled. “Are you ready to Get Off! Baby?”

I climbed off the bike and stood beside it shaking, uncertain of which emotion I felt the most… fear or excitement.

He swung his leg over the bike, walked a couple of paces, stopped, and then unzipped his pants. I was thinking he might want me to suck his cock right there in the open. From where I stood I could see the fat flaccid length appear in his hand. He looked at me, shook it, and grinned.

“Gotta piss. You’re welcome to watch if you want to.”

I was fascinated by the thick yellow stream that poured out of the big mushroom head and disappeared into the grass.

“Ahhhhh!” he sighed. “Shit that feels good.” When he finished he shook himself dry and returned his cock to his pants. “Now all’s I need is to fuck some hot young pussy and I’ll be set. Come on girl,” he said, grinning. He turned and started walking around the pond to the small barn. After a long moment of hesitation I followed. He turned the corner and was lost from sight. My heart was pounding crazily as I reached the side of the building and stopped. I felt flushed and weak. One part of my mind was thinking that I should run into the woods and get away while I had the chance. Another part, the earthy woman, was remembering what that soft cock looked like and imagining how it would feel to take it in my mouth and make it grow hard.

Moments later I found myself entering the barn’s wide doorway to find the large bearded biker lying on a golden pile of straw about ten feet directly in front of my. He’d taken off his jacket and cap and was wearing a black Harley-Davidson t-shirt. His pants were around his knees and his cock was in his hand. It was bigger than before but still wasn’t stiff.

“Come here,” he said. “Daddy’s got a big ol’ lollypop for you Honey.” I walked towards him till I was standing near his feet. “Take your shirt off, Baby,” he said, his voice low and rough. I could sense the lust rising in him like the heat off a fire and it touched something deep inside me, something hot and flowing, an answering need. I pulled the t-shirt over my head and showed him my body.

“Oh yeah,” he sighed. “Oh yeah, that’s nice. That’s really nice. But leave your bra on for now.” As he looked at me he kept stroking himself. I was thrilled to see the effect the sight of my body had on him because he quickly grew hard. His cock was just a little illegal bahis siteleri longer than Bobby’s but much thicker. “Now take off your jeans but leave your panties on,” he said in a low voice.

I went through the awkward process of untying each of my shoes while standing, slipping them off, and then pulling down my jeans. I felt very vulnerable knowing he was staring at my body, glimpsing the shadow of hair through my thin underwear. And yet, at the same time, being in this strange situation was powerfully stimulating.

“Hmmm. You look good enough to eat,” he said with a husky laugh, slowly stroking his cock. “Why don’t you come over here so we can get better acquainted?”

I knelt down between his thick hairy legs, staring at the fat cock in his hand; I could smell his strong odor, pungent with sweat. Under different circumstances I’m sure I would have been repulsed but now it added to my sense of sampling forbidden fruit. I bent down and took the large soft head in my mouth, tasting the last few traces of urine. It barely fit. He sighed loudly and leaned his head back, flexing his hips. He’d taken his hand away so I put both of mine around the shaft, amazed at the girth of it. One little hand didn’t go all the way around. I couldn’t get much of him in my mouth so I started licking up and down the length of it, cupping one hand under the heavy ball sack. It excited me tremendously to do this, to think of myself doing it. I wondered what Patricia, with whom I shared all my sexual secrets, would think if she could see me now.

He suddenly reached out, took my shoulders in his large hands, and almost threw me on my back beside him. I looked down as his hands covered my titties, teasing the nipples. Then he bent over and fastened his mouth over my right breast, bra and all. With a glowing wave of warmth, as I ran my fingers through his long hair, I felt one of his hands move down my body, over my belly, and slip under the elastic band of my panties. One of his fingers slid down between the lips of my pussy and sank deep into the moist heat of my cunt.

“Oh my,” he said. “You’re more than ready.” He kept poking his finger inside me while rubbing around my clit with his thumb. It was driving me crazy. He laughed softly as I started bucking my hips against his hand. As if from a distance I heard someone moaning loudly and then realized it was me. I was so horny that if, at that moment, he’d asked me to fuck a doorknob or a bedpost I’d have done it without question.

Instead he pushed himself into sitting position and, in one swift movement, jerked my panties off my ass and down my legs. Then he leaned back, holding his cock so that it stood straight up.

“Climb on Sugar,” he said.

For a long moment all I could do was gaze at the thick pole and wonder if it would possibly fit inside my young pussy.

“Come on girl!”

I pulled my panties the rest of the way off and then clambered onto his body, feeling small against his bulk. Straddling his belly I raised myself up on my knees and positioned my pussy above the big knobby head. Fascinated, I watched myself as I settled down onto it, the glistening pink lips parting to take it in. I could feel the fullness of it filling me. I pressed down until about two inches were inside me and then raised up. The shaft glistened with my juice.

“Oh shit yes! Goddamn that feels good,” he groaned.

I slid down canlı bahis siteleri again and took another inch or so. And up. And then, another inch. It was about two thirds in and I felt incredibly full. He reached up, unhooked my bra, and took a full bare tit in each hand, cupping them, fondling their soft weight, teasing the nipples. I raised up again and pressed down to receive another inch. He dropped his right hand from my breast and twiddled my clit with his thumb. With a moaning sigh I raised up just a little and sat down hard. The whole length disappeared inside me. He lifted his head and, to my surprise, started kissing my face, lips and neck while his hands caressed my body and clutched the cheeks of my ass. I felt his fingers investigating where the slippery lips of my pussy clung tightly to the base of his cock.

After several long quiet minutes he pulled me against his chest and belly and struggled into sitting position. From there he moved onto his knees. He cradled me with his large hands as if I were a small child.

“Now I’m gonna fuck you, Baby,” he whispered in my ear, his beard tickling my cheek. “I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. When I get done with you all you’ll want to do for the rest of your life is fuck. Every time you see me your cunt’s going to ooze so much pussy cream it’s going to run down your legs. You’re gonna beg me to fuck you again like I’m gonna fuck you now.” His words made me want to laugh, they were so absurd. But they excited me too because they stirred me to imagine what it would be like to be fucked so completely. He wrapped his hands around my slim waist and began to slide me up and down on his fat cock as if I were a toy. Each time I smacked down against his thighs I felt myself edge just that much closer to orgasm.

“Oh yes. Oh God.” I heard myself saying. My whole being was focused on the sensations in my clit and cunt. I thought of it as my cunt after hearing him use the word. I felt myself stretching wide each time he slammed me down. And then I was caught in the floodtide. Torrents of warm waves of pleasure washed through my body and I surrendered to the unrelenting flow.

He began to make loud guttural grunts with each rapid stroke. “Huh! huh! huh! huh!” Faster and faster. My bottom made a pat-a-pat sound against his thighs. Then he gave a bellowing groan and shoved me down tight onto the hard root of his cock. I felt his muscles straining and then deep inside I sensed the first hot foamy pulse of jism. Another. And another. And then he fell back onto the pile of straw behind him, still holding me. With his cock dwindling inside me we both fell asleep.

Sometime later, I have no idea how long, I awakened to find myself sprawled across his big belly and broad chest. Feeling chilly I shifted my weight. My movement woke him up. We cuddled for a minute or two and then he gently turned on his side, leaving me lying on my back in the straw, clambered up and started putting on his pants and jacket. As I stood up I could feel how sore and achy my crotch was; it was clear that I’d been well fucked.

“By the way, my name is Doug,” he said, now dressed.

“I’m Susan,” I said shaking his hand, holding my panties in the other. We both grinned at the lunacy of the moment. I put on my clothes wishing I had something to soak up the thick fluid still oozing from me.

“Do you want to go with me or should I take you home,” he asked.

“There’s nothing in Grenville I really need,” I said. I thought briefly of Patricia but decided I could contact her if I wanted to. Later I thought of Bobby but by then he seemed like a figure from the distant past.

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The story involves themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance/submission, bisexuality and some homo-erotica. If any of that offends you, just move on to another story. All characters are 18+ years of age. And this is a work of fiction. Thanks to John, Jake and Andrew for their help with suggestions, editing and proofreading. Suggestions for kinks, characters or plot are often worked into future chapters. Leave your suggestions in the comments. Thanks for reading. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are very much appreciated.

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I watched Terri take off her bra in the car without removing her dress. It was a study in topology and contortion. But Terri did this trick with the skill of a practiced magician. She was wearing a simple black cotton jersey dress, with thin spaghetti straps. I could see her black lace bra underneath it before. And the bra-strap had shown in the back, but that had been kind of sexy too. Terri adjusted her dress so that her nipples didn’t slip out. This was a task, because Terri has very large, 40F sized breasts, and the soft, cotton jersey material of the dress didn’t provide much coverage.

I was sitting in driver’s seat of my compact car. I asked, “Why are you taking off your bra?”

“I think this dress looks better without a bra,” Terri stated matter of factly.

“Then why did you put on the bra in the first place?” I was puzzled.

“To avoid an argument with my mother. She doesn’t like me going out without a bra on, so she would’ve had a conniption if I’d left for our date without a bra.” Terri is eighteen, a high school senior, and still lives with her mother. She asked, “Don’t you think this dress looks better without the bra, Bobby?”

I told her, “I think you look lovely, with or without the bra.”

“Are my nipple piercings too noticeable through this dress?” Terri turned to me and stuck out her chest to press her pierced nipples against the fabric. “Do they make me look too slutty?”

I glanced while I was driving. Terri’s breasts are generous and mouth-watering, even in a bra. In just that tight black dress, they were even more stimulating. I adjusted my stiffening cock through my pants and said, “Yes, your nipples and piercings are noticeable through that dress. But, they aren’t too noticeable. And they don’t make you look too slutty. They make you look just the right amount of slutty.”

Terri reached over and lightly stroked up the inside of my thigh. It was very distracting. “Do you want to get slutty with me right now?”

I groaned and laughed, “Yes. But do you want me to wreck the car first?”

“No,” Terri giggled.

“Aren’t you hungry? I thought we were going out to dinner. There will be time to get a little slutty after dinner,” I said.

“No. I’m too excited to eat.”

“What should we do then?” I asked.

“Let’s go make out. Do you know where Bluffs Park is, on East Riverside? Kids sometimes go there to make out.”

I laughed. “Yeah, I know where that is. I was there with my Dad, last night.”

“What were you guys doing there?”

I chuckled, “We were sorta making out.”

“Ha,” Terri snorted, “Before the orgy. Really? Like really snogging in the car?”

I was confused. “What’s snogging?”

“It’s British or Australian slang for kissing, I think,” Terri explained, “I picked it up from YouTube.”

I shook my head. “Yeah, we were snogging. Dad was shook up over the fight with Nancy’s husband. So he wanted some reassurance from his Master.”

Terri started to gossip, “It’s freaky that Nancy’s husband just died. Do they even know how it happened? Did you hear?”

“He was working on powerlines. He fell from his cherry-picker and his leg touched a line on the way down. The fall killed him. Or he was electrocuted. Or he had a heart attack even before he fell. Maybe there will be an autopsy and that will tell us.”

“Nurse Nancy was really shook up. She just held onto me and cried and cried. I don’t know why, because her husband was an abusive dick.”

I turned the car onto East Riverside Drive. I said, “She was upset. Maybe he hadn’t always been horrible. And she doesn’t even know where her son is now. She doesn’t know how to find her son to tell him that his father is dead.”

Terri hugged my arm. “It was smart of you to suggest that Blix might use his Private Detective skills to track down her son. Why doesn’t she know where her son is?”

I debated telling Terri everything I knew about Nancy’s relationship with her son, that they had once had an incestuous relationship of Dominance and submission, similar to my Mom and me. Her son had demanded that Nancy leave her husband. And when she refused (because she was too scared of what her husband might do), her son disappeared. Nancy hasn’t seen or heard from her son in years. I just told Terri, “Nancy’s son left because he couldn’t stand seeing his mother get abused by his father anymore.”

“Why did you have us leave Sunny’s shop? Sunny locked the doors and pulled the shade. We could have had another illegal bahis orgy. Things were starting to get pretty exciting there. And you could have fucked Nancy too. That would have made her feel better. “

“Not everything gets fixed with a good fucking. Dr. Shapiro was tired, so I sent him upstairs to Sunny’s apartment to rest. And I sent Nancy up to tuck him in. When I sent Sophie upstairs to check on them both later, she said that they were cuddled together and sleeping.

Terri smiled and said, “Oh. I liked how you got Red and Blix to get naked and put on garter and stockings. I thought they would look silly at first . But it got pretty sexy, with their hard cocks waggling around. And your Dad and Blix both shave their legs and ass. I guess they shave their whole bodies. Why is that?”

“Blix used to be a serious bodybuilder,” I explained.

Terri made an appreciative groan, “Mmm. You can tell. He’s built like a brick shit-house. And he’s got such a nice, long, sleek cock too. Is he one of your subbies now, Bobby?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. We’ll see how things play out. But, I had Blix and Gina get tested by Dr. Shapiro. When their tests come back negative, you can ask Gina if you can fuck Blix.”

Terri touched my arm. “Will you give me your permission to fuck Blix too, Daddy?” Terri didn’t call me “Daddy” very often, not as much as her mother, Sally. So I knew she was asking me as her Master. “Will you command me to service his long, black dick?”

I smiled. “After you’ve given me your virginity, Baby Girl, then you can celebrate by fucking anybody you like. If they aren’t in the Family, and they haven’t been tested by Dr. Shapiro, you will have to use a condom. But, otherwise, you’ll be able fuck my Dad, Dr. Shapiro or Blix bareback.”

“I don’t think I will want any of them bareback,” Terri said, “I’m going to save that just for you, Daddy.” She sighed, curled her fingers in mine and held my hand.

“Is Granny Adele your subbie now, Daddy?”

“Not formally. We haven’t even had sex.”

“I saw the way you kissed her, Bobby. She’ll do anything for you. And she was bossing around Red like he was her subbie.”

“Yeah, Dad and Granny Adele already have a special bond. And I think her new lingerie made her feel very feminine and sexy.”

Terri sighed. “Bobby, I don’t mean to be rude. But, Granny Adele is really old, and pretty fat. We didn’t have many styles of lingerie in the shop that were even her size. Mistress Sunny says she can special order more. For instance, even our largest, adjustable garter belt didn’t fit Granny Adele.”

I turned into Scenic Bluffs Park and steered the car up the narrow, switchback road to the parking lot. We saw only one other car, parked in the corner of the lot, in the farthest spot from the entrance. Terri pointed to it and said, “Go park by them.”

I said, “They might be in the car, making out. That’s what we’re here for.”

“I know. I wanna watch if they are,” Terri insisted.

I rolled my eyes, but I pulled the car in next to the Green Toyota Corolla. As I jerk up the handbrake on my car, I noticed the two people in the other car sitting up quickly. The girl had her back to us, but she seemed to be adjusting her blouse.

Terri rolled down her window and knocked on the window of the other car.

“What the hell are you doing, Terri?” I whispered harshly, “That’s so rude! I knew I shouldn’t have parked here. Jesus!”

Terri didn’t even turn her head. She just said, “Chillax, Bobby. It’s OK. I’ve got this.”

The girl in the Toyota turned her head. She was obviously, seriously annoyed. She had darl hair, a slender face and a small nose. She looked like she might be Asian, maybe Korean. She was wearing glasses that were slightly steamed up. Then she smiled and rolled down her window. She said, “Terri Whitehall, is that you?”

Terri replied, “What do you mean, Marsha? Of course it’s me!”

Marsha leaned out her window and reached into my car. I could see she had very light gray eyes behind her glasses. Terri and Marsha’s hands briefly intertwined. She said, “I haven’t seen you since Cheer Camp last Summer. And you’ve got some Rock and Roll hair now, Sister!”

Terri reached up and swept her bright blue half-Mohawk behind her ear. “Oh, yeah. I did this a few weeks ago. It got me kicked off the Cheer Team at my school.”

Marsha shrugged. “Seriously? Your school is pretty uptight.”

Terri laughed, “As if the Catholic School would react any better to my haircut.”

Marsha laughed, “Yeah. You’d probably get suspended entirely from our school!” Then she turned to the boy she was with and said, “What do you think, Bobby? Should I dye and cut my hair like Terri’s?”

The other Bobby peeked around Marsha’s shoulder. He was a skinny, nerdy looking kid, with a crew cut, horn-rimmed glasses and a gray t-shirt. His eyes got a little wider when he saw Terri’s generous cleavage. He whispered something to Marsha and they both giggled.

Terri seemed unfazed. She illegal bahis siteleri said, “Your boyfriend’s name is Bobby? Mine is Bobby too!”

I shifted, smiled, waved and said, “Hi, Bobby!”

Bobby nervously grinned, waved back with one finger, and said, “Heh.” Sort of a “Hi” and “Hey,” combined with a “Meh.” I couldn’t tell if he was trying to be cool or snotty. Maybe he was just awkward. Being in High School is hard. The kid had some pimples on his forehead. I’ve been there, but I still didn’t like him.

Terri asked, “Were you letting Bobby play with your tits when we drove up, Marsha?” Terri leaned her back into my chest and took my hands and placed them on her breasts. “I just love when Bobby plays with my titties!” Taking that as my cue, I began to fondle and caress Terri’s massive jugs through her dress.”

Marsha nervously laughed, but she leaned with her back against her boyfriend and wrapped his arms around her waist. She didn’t move his hands right up to her breasts, but she was meeting Terri’s unspoken challenge. Marsha said, “Uh, yeah, I guess. Yeah. I mean, we didn’t expect anybody up here this early in the night. We were kissing, and Bobby was sort of feeling me up some.”

I could feel the cold hardness of Terri’s nipple piercings under my palms through her dress, but her nipples were getting really hard too. Talking to Marsha like this, between cars, was really exciting her. Terri said, “You’re really pretty, Marsha.”

Marsha’s eyes lit up. “Thanks.”

“Did you have your blouse unbuttoned? And was your bra undone when we got here?” Bobby started to unbutton Marsha’s light blue, sleeveless blouse again.

“Yeah. Bobby really likes titties,” Marsha smirked.

“All boys like tits,” Terri agreed. “How long have you and Bobby been dating, Marsha?”

“We’re not really dating,” Marsha explained, “We’re Science Lab Partners. We study together in a group. And sometimes after, when I’m giving Bobby a ride home, we’ll come up here and mess around for a bit.”

“Lab Partners with benefits,” I joked.

Marsha shyly smiled. “Yeah. I guess.”

Terri said, “Have you fucked yet?”

That flustered Marsha. Maybe that was Terri’s intention. Marsha said, “Terri! We go to the Catholic School!” As if that explained something.

Terri pressed, “C’mon, Marsha. That doesn’t mean anything. And you know it.”

Marsha countered, “Well, Bobby wears a Purity Ring.” I saw Bobby roll his eyes at the mention of his Purity Ring. I don’t know why he was wearing the ring, but it wasn’t because of any commitment to Purity. “Besides,” she continued, “I’m a virgin.”

“I’m a virgin too,” Terri said, “But Bobby’s going to totally take my cherry next Friday.”

Smug Bobby spoke up, “That seems definite. Why next Friday?”

“It will be after the school dance, “Terri explained, “We’ll both be dressed up. And Bobby thinks that it will be romantic.”

Marsha cooed, “Ahh, that’s sweet.”

Terri blurted, “I’m going to fuck his cock raw.”

I laughed, “Promises. Promises.”

Terri turned and kissed my cheek. “You know it true, Bobby.”

Smug Bobby tried to undo the front clasp on Marsha’s bra. Marsha squirmed and slapped his hands.

Terri said, “Can I see your titties, Marsha?”

Marsha was annoyed and retorted sharply, “Can I see your jugs, Terri?”

Terri just said, “Sure,” and slithered the spaghetti straps down over her shoulders. Then she worked each arm out of the dress, until the top was just draped around her waist. Her magnificent rack was on full display. God, she’s got great tits! A spectacular rack! What a site!

It made Marsha gasp, “Holy shit! You weren’t even wearing a bra, Terri! Wow! Your breasts have gotten bigger since Cheer Camp last summer.”

“Yeah. I’ve gone up two cup sizes in just the last few months. I hope they’ve stopped growing, but my Mom’s are even bigger. And my tits get even bigger when I’m excited,” Terri chuckled, “like now!” I cupped and lifted Terri’s breasts, I also teased her nipples with the tips of my fingers. Terri arched her back and moaned a little. “But my tits aren’t as nice as yours, Marsha.”

Marsha blushed. “Go on! Mine aren’t nearly as big as yours, Terri!”

“Size isn’t everything. Let me see yours,” Terri insisted, “Please?”

Marsha was still blushing, but she said, “OK. Fair’s fair, I guess.” Then she reached up and undid her bra. Her breasts are very nice. Not too big. Maybe a large B-Cup or a small C. But Marsha’s tits are very perky, round, and perfectly matched. Her nipples point up at a slight angle at the ends. They look cute, sexy and …happy. “Happy” is a strange word to describe tits. But Marsha’s tits looked happy, and I was happy looking at them. And the way Marsha was shyly biting her lower lip was incredibly sexy.

“See?” Terri exclaimed, “Your tits are just perfect. Just like I remembered.”

“You remembered?” Marsha seemed skeptical.

“Of course, Marsha. You had the best body of any girl at Cheer Camp. A Ten-Plus,” canlı bahis siteleri Terri assured her.

“Nah. I’m too tall for stunt work, and too skinny and not strong enough for base work,” Marsha said.

“I’m not talking about Cheering,” Terri insisted, “I’m just saying that you’re fucking hot.”

Marsha argued, “Nah. I’m not one of the Popular Girls at school, even though I’m on Cheer. I hang out more with the Science Club. And I don’t put out, y’know.”

“That’s got nothing to do with how hot your are, Marsha,” Terri countered.

Terri was right. Marsha did seem to have a very nice figure. Behind her glasses, she has a beautiful, ethnic, Asian face. And the fact that she didn’t really recognize that made her seem all the more cute and attractive. I chimed in, “Hey. I don’t know you. So, take this as an objective opinion. But you do look amazing, Marsha”

Smug Bobby whispered something in Marsha’s ear. Marsha snapped in a whisper, “I can’t ask her that!”

“Ask me what?” Terri said.

Marsha was chagrined, but she said, “Bobby wants to know if your breasts are all real.”

Terri chuckled, “Sure. They’re real.” Terri leaned forward out the window. She said, “Does Bobby wanna find out just how real they are? Does he wanna see and get a feel of them up close?”

Marsha asked, “What do you mean?”

“Why don’t we trade Bobbys! Just for a limited time,” Terri suggested.

“Like Seven Minutes in Heaven,” Marsha giggled. And Smug Bobby and Marsha whispered back and forth.

I whispered to Terri, “What are you doing? Do you really wanna go make out with-with THAT guy?”

Terri turned to me and shook her head. She said, “No. Actually, I desperately want to suck your cock, Daddy.”

“Then why are you doing this?” I asked.

“Because I also want you to get Marsha’s phone number, so she can come play with the both of us sometime.”

I grinned, “You want to fuck her.”

Terri blushed, “God, Bobby! Don’t you? She’s got such an awesome body. And her personality is so sweet. You don’t even know. She was really one of the nicest girls at Cheer Camp. I think we’d be better friends, if we went to the same school.”

“And you would like to have a friend your age,” I stated.

“A friend with benefits, if that can be arranged, Daddy.” Then Terri quickly kissed my lips and got out of the car. She didn’t even pull up her dress. Terri’s tits were hanging out. And she didn’t wait for Marsha or Smug Bobby to agree. She just assumed they would go along with her idea.

I dug my phone out of my pants pocket.

Marsha stepped out of her car. She is a lot taller than Terri. I was guessing about five foot ten or eleven. And she wasn’t wearing heels. She had on the school uniform for Saint Pius Catholic School: a light blue blouse, with the crest of the school above the right breast; a pleated, navy blue skirt, knee high socks and black, penny-loafers. Marsha hugged Terri, saying, “You are crazy, Terri! This is wild! I’ve never done anything like this in my life.”

Terri said, “Nobody will know except for us.” Then she whispered, but I heard anyway, “Is anything off limits with your boyfriend?”

And Marsha replied, “He’s really not my boyfriend. So whatever he wants to do with you is fine with me. How about with your boyfriend?”

Terri seriously said, “You can’t fuck him until after I do, that’s next Friday. OK? Otherwise, nothing is off limits. You go for it! Have fun!” Terri got up on her toes and kissed Marsha on the cheek, then climbed into Marsha’s car.

And Marsha opened the passenger door and got into my car. Her blouse was still unbuttoned, but she was holding it closed with her left hand. She sat in the passenger’s seat, nervously sighed and then held out her hand to shake mine. She said, “Hi. Uhm, I’m Marsha Park.”

I took her hand and shook it once. “A pleasure to meet you, Miss Park. I’m Bobby McMillan.”

Marsha grinned and blushed. “Wow! You’re really handsome up close!”

“Why, thank you,” I accepted her compliment. “And you are truly gorgeous up close. Terri wasn’t kidding.”

Marsha blushed. “Terri was just being nice.”

“No.” I briefly admired the young beauty in my car. She has an excellent figure. A little on the tall and thin side, but with nice curves. I said, “Terri was telling the truth. You have a great body. And you’re an Asian beauty. That’s rare in the State. But the most striking thing about you is your eyes! They’re a very light gray. Just beautiful”

“Oh, my Witch-Eyes. My great-great grandmother was a Sorceress in Korea or something. She supposedly had eyes just like mine. That’s what my Grandfather has told me.”

“They’re stunning and lovely. You should wear contact lenses,” I told her.

Marsha shrugged. “I would, but they bother my eyes. And I can’t see without my glasses.” She looked over her shoulder at Terri and Smug Bobby. He already had his mouth on Terri’s tits. He wasted no time at all. Marsha sort of snickered, “Well, they’re going at it. Uhm, how do you want to start?”

I said, “Well, I want to start with a kiss. But, I have to ask you a couple quick things.” I sighed. “First, how old are you?”

Marsha shook her head. “I’m eighteen.” She made a face. “Why are you asking?”

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Part 1: The Ad

Tom lost his job in February, and in the nearly nine months since he and his wife’s savings had dwindled to crisis levels. To make matters worse, in a couple of weeks they would likely miss their third mortgage payment in a row, and fears of foreclosure were constantly on their minds. Susan was a loving and supportive wife, and she desperately wanted to help her husband, but she had no ideas as to how to get them out of this bind.

Well, no realistic ideas, anyway. In fact, she had seen an ad in the newspaper a few days earlier that got her thinking, but, well…no, she couldn’t seriously consider *that* as an option. Could she?

“Small multimedia company seeks amateur couples for special modeling sessions. Good pay. Repeat opportunities possible.”

Susan knew what they meant by “special modeling” — or, at least, she had a good idea. She and Tom were in their early 40s and both in good shape. Susan had lovely curves and was very busty, and Tom was rather well-endowed — just the right size, in her opinion. Their sex life was strong and occasionally a little kinky, though Tom’s difficulties in making a living had certainly had a negative impact on the intensity of their lovemaking in the last few months. Who knows? Perhaps they could kill two birds with one stone?

No, she thought to herself, he’d never consider answering such an ad, and neither would she. Would she? The thought of the two of them “modeling” in front of a camera (not to mention the stranger holding the camera!) was actually rather arousing to her. And, she recalled, they had occasionally fantasised together about having sex in front of strangers to spice up things in the bedroom. But, no, there was no way they could actually go through with it, not even to solve their financial troubles.

Over the next few days, though, Susan’s thoughts kept returning to the ad and the idea of doing some “special modeling”. The idea started to become such an obsession for her that she eventually decided to find a way to gauge Tom’s interest — and maybe convince him to give it a try.

One night when they were in bed, Susan reached under the sheets and began stroking Tom’s leg to see get his attention. He responded to her touch with a gentle kiss, and her hand moved up to his cock, which unfortunately was still soft. She decided to see if their old exhibitionist fantasy would motivate him and asked, “What if we were on camera right now?” Tom smiled and began fondling her breasts through her nightgown, and Susan felt his cock begin to grow.

“Do you think the audience might like to watch me do this?” and she began to plant gentle kisses down his chest and stomach until she reached his boxers. Tom’s cock was starting to strain against the fabric in response to her attentions, so she reached in and pulled it free.

“Oh, yes, I think they’d enjoy watching you, sexy thing.”

Tom groaned in pleasure as she started running her tongue up and down his shaft. Susan took him deeply into her mouth, and in a few minutes had him very slick and dripping with pre-come. Susan knew that her expert blowjob wouldn’t allow him to last very long, so she decided to take a chance.

“You know, honey, I saw an interesting ad in the newspaper last week.”

Tom came back to Earth for a moment. “Yes?”

“It said a small multimedia company was looking for amateur couples.”

“What?” Tom asked.

“They need couples for modeling sessions, and I thought it might be a way for us to get past our money problems.”

Tom’s erection began to wane a bit, and he asked, “What are you talking about, Susan? Adult movies? Are you serious?”

“Well, sort of. I mean, we’ve always had a fantasy about being watched while we do it, and I *know* that idea turns you on.” She squeezed his semi-hard erection and felt it begin to stir again. “I don’t know. Am I crazy?”

“Yes, but…are you serious?” he asked a second time. “Do you mean really having sex on camera? What if some of our friends were to see it?”

“Well, then I guess they’d have to admit they were looking at porn.”

“I don’t know, Susan. I know we really need the money, but are we in that deep?” Tom asked.

“I don’t want to lose the house, Tom.”

Tom’s erection disappeared almost completely at that remark, and Susan knew she’d said the wrong thing.

“Sweetheart, I didn’t mean to upset you. But when I saw the ad, I admit I found it very exciting. We’ve both gotten off on the idea of fucking in front of other people, so why not fulfill that fantasy and take care of our finances at the same time?”

Tom started to relax again, and said, “I’m sorry. The whole topic just makes me feel, you know, inadequate.”

Susan smiled seductively at her husband and started stroking him again.

“Oh you’re not ‘inadequate’ at all, Tom. See?”

His cock start rising again in response to her efforts.

“Besides, don’t you like the idea of other men and women watching me suck your big, hard cock and then ride you like a whore?”

Tom illegal bahis loved it when Susan talked dirty to him, and her last question really turned his mood back around. Susan saw her chance and continued.

“Don’t you like imagining another woman playing with herself while she watches you pound me from behind and make me come over and over?” she asked, as his eight-inch erection reached its full status.

“And after you’ve fucked me senseless, don’t you like the thought of other men jerking themselves off as you roll me over and spray your come all over me, with the camera watching every drop land on my face and tits.”

At this, Tom made up his mind. He grabbed Susan roughly and pushed her onto her back. He forced her legs wide open and slid his cock into her wet pussy in a single stroke. She gasped at his deep penetration and began to moan as he thrust into her cunt over and over. Her naughty talk about making a movie together brought her to the edge very quickly, and, as she came, Tom filled her with his seed.

A few minutes later in the afterglow, Tom said “That was amazing, sweetheart…Let’s call them in the morning.”

Susan smiled and fell asleep snuggled against his chest.

—

Part 2: The Interview

The next day, Susan sent an email to the address in the ad. She explained that she and her husband (without giving their names) were interested in the opportunity, and asked what they should do next.

In a matter of minutes, she received a reply from a woman named “Sheila”, who said that their company, called “AmX”, produced erotic videos featuring amateur couples primarily for viewing by other couples. The videos were accompanied by still shots, and both pictures and movies were available on their members-only website. They offered each couple a fee upon completion of a session: a minimum of $1,000 for a “basic” session, and upwards of $3,000 depending on how far they were willing to go. In addition, the couple would receive 10% royalties based on the popularity of their videos. Sheila suggested that they come by the studios the next day to get a better idea of what they were getting themselves into.

Susan took at look at the website, and was surprised at its high-quality and classiness — well, classy for a porn site, anyway. She showed the message and the website to Tom, and they worked together on a reply. They decided to give their first names only (for now), and they agreed to an appointment with Sheila in the afternoon the following day. The rest of the evening was tense for both of them, but they fell asleep soon after climbing under the covers.

The next day on the way to the studio, they talked about what questions they should ask Sheila. The most obvious ones were what she meant by a “basic” session, and what was necessary to make more money. They also wanted to know who would be present during filming, and what sort of people were members at their website. When they finally arrived at the interview, they were more nervous than ever.

“It’s just a meeting,” said Tom. “We haven’t made any decisions yet, and we can leave at any time.”

“Agreed,” said Susan.

The studio looked very new, and immediately after they walked in the door, they were greeting by a woman who was undoubtedly Sheila and a tall man whom they guessed was her husband. Sheila was relatively short — perhaps only around 5’0″ — but she had an astonishing figure. She was thin but with huge breasts and a visage that seemed to exude sexuality.

“You must be Susan and Tom! It’s so nice to meet you!” she said before giving them very close hugs (which Tom especially enjoyed).

“I’m Chuck, Sheila’s trophy husband,” said the tall man. He was joking, but Susan found him to be very attractive. He shook Tom’s hand and then gave Susan a kiss on the cheek, which made Susan smile brightly and caught Tom off guard.

“Shall we chat?” asked Sheila, directing them to a small office nearby.

After they were seated, Sheila got the ball rolling. “I’m guessing you have a lot of questions.”

“Yes, we do” said Susan. “First, what do you mean by a ‘basic’ session? What do most couples do? How does the pay relate?”

“OK. I think we can deal with most of those sorts of practical questions by looking at a few photos,” said Sheila, and she reached into a drawer in the nearby desk and pulled out a large album with colored tabs. She flipped open the album to an early page, and both Susan and Tom flushed with a bit of embarrassment.

The first shot they saw was of a naked couple standing next to a large four-poster bed in an intimate embrace. They were kissing passionately, with the woman’s arms wrapped around the man’s neck. His hands were cupping the globes of her rather large behind, and his cock (not too large, but a decent size) was at full attention between them. The second shot was of the same couple, but the woman was now on her knees in front of the man rubbing his cock across her face, which was slick with his pre-come. A third shot showed the woman illegal bahis siteleri riding the man, but facing away from him and toward the camera — “reverse cowgirl”, as Sheila described it, eliciting a snicker from Susan. The next image was of the man mounting the woman from behind at such an angle that the penetration was clearly visible to the camera. The last shot in the series depicted the aftermath of his orgasm, with long lines of come across the woman’s back and ass, and semen dripping from his still-hard cock.

“So that’s a ‘basic’ session: foreplay, hard fucking in at least two positions, and a cumshot,” said Sheila, matter-of-factly. “Do you want to keep going?”

“Yes, please,” said Tom, with a bit more enthusiasm than he’d intended. Susan gave a subtle smile and squeezed his thigh under the table. Chuck noticed this exchange, but said nothing.

Sheila moved to the next tab, and Susan caught her breath at the first image: a white woman with small breasts and red hair riding a *very* large black cock. The contrast in their skin tones — hers very pale and his equally dark — seemed to make the images that much more striking and primal. After photos of the couple in several different positions, the series ended with the man straddling the woman’s chest and fisting his cock over her. Long ropes of come stretched across her face and red hair, reaching all the way to the pillows behind her. Susan was astonished and a very aroused by the size of the black man’s penis, which had to be ten inches long, at least.

“This may be a weird question,” said Tom, “but why wasn’t that one just a ‘basic’ session?”

“Because the guy doing her isn’t her husband,” said Sheila. “In fact, do you see the fellow in the background watching in this pic? That’s her man. They came in to satisfy her fetish for really big dicks, ’cause her husband’s is too small.” The businesslike manner in which Sheila described such elicit sex acts was almost comforting to Tom and Susan.

The next tab started with a photo series of a very normal-looking couple — really they could have been Susan and Tom’s neighbors — engaged in somewhat vanilla foreplay of kissing and fondling. When the photos moved up to a kneeling blowjob from the woman, Tom found himself wondering why this set wasn’t considered “basic” — until another woman appeared kneeling beside her in the next image.

“Wait, is that you, Sheila?” asked Susan. “And, holy shit, is that Lara, from down the street?”

Tom looked closer and exclaimed, “And that’s her husband, Rick!”

“Yes, they were interested in taking their session to a more adventurous level. Lara seemed rather attracted to me, and so I was happy to join them.”

Susan and Tom looked rapturously at the photo series of their neighbors, which included Rick getting a double blowjob, fucking both his wife and Sheila from behind, Lara licking Sheila’s pussy (and vice versa), and, as a finale, Rick shooting a huge load of come all over both Lara and Sheila’s faces as they knelt on the floor in front of him.

“We have other couples who’ve asked Chuck to join them, and other’s who’ve been willing to share with both of us at the same time,” said Sheila. “One of our especially adventurous couples had a full-blown gangbang session, in which the husband has shared his wife with five or six of our most talented male performers.”

Susan listened to these anecdotes with increasing arousal, but finally got her head together enough to ask more questions. “Which scenes are the most popular with your members?” asked Susan.

“Oh, probably the threesomes, especially two men with one woman. Busty women like you get downloaded a lot, of course, especially if they can handle large cocks and know how to take a cumshot properly. Also, if you can act at least a little and pull off a bit of role playing, you’ll spice up the scene and get more attention. And frankly, the more downloads you get, the bigger your royalties.”

Sheila switched to the next set of photos, this time of Chuck with another couple. The woman in this one was on her hands and knees, sandwiched between Chuck and the woman’s husband, with Chuck’s enormous cock in her mouth and her husband’s in her cunt. In another shot, she was riding Chuck while sucking her husband, and the final image showed her on her knees between the two men with their come all over her face, hair, and tits. Tom noticed that Susan seemed to linger over these images just a bit longer than the others.

“How many people are actually present for the shooting?” asked Tom.

“Well, that depends,” answered Chuck, whose eyes had been fixed on Susan through most of the conversation. “Besides the models, we’ll usually have two cameras going to get various angles, plus at least one still-photographer, a lighting guy and a guy for the boom mike. So, I guess that would be five or six for a basic scene. But the crew is very professional, and they’ve seen pretty much everything you can imagine.”

“So, what do you think?” asked Sheila.

“I think…we’d canlı bahis siteleri like to think about it,” said Susan, glancing at Tome and answering for both of them. “How about we give you a call tonight?”

“Sounds great,” said Chuck. “You two look fabulous together, and we’d love to get you in front of a camera. I suspect you’d be a very popular pair.”

They all shook hands, and Susan and Tom departed in silence.

—

Part 3: The Decision

“Well?” asked Tom on the ride home following the interview. Their heads were reeling from the images they’d seen and the idea that they might actually go through with this themselves.

“I don’t know,” said Susan. “I’m stunned that Lara and Rick have done this already. I had no idea they were so kinky.”

“Neither did I,” said Tom, “but their scenes were really hot.”

“You just like the idea of getting it on with two women at once,” chided Susan thumping him playfully on the arm.

“And what about you, Miss Innocent? I saw your response to those pics of the woman with two guys. What did you think of Chuck?”

“He’s handsome,” answered Susan.

“And well-endowed,” added Tom.

“I noticed that, too,” laughed Susan, a little embarrassed to say so.

They were then silent over the next several miles, until Susan finally spoke up.

“Tom?”

“Yes.”

“What if we try just a ‘basic’ scene, just the two of us?” she asked.

“Well, it wouldn’t be ‘just the two of us’ at all,” said Tom. “Don’t forget Sheila, Chuck, and the film crew.”

“You know what I mean,” she responded. “Just the two of us.”

Tom took a deep breath. “If you’re absolutely sure, then I’m willing to give it a shot. But if you’re not 100% comfortable, we call it off right away.”

“OK,” said Susan. Let’s call them when we get home.

—

Part 4: The “Basic”

They scheduled the scene for a few days later and decided not to have sex until then. As Tom explained to Susan, he thought he should have a little time to “build up” as it were so that he could “give the camera a good show”. Susan giggled at his silly euphemisms, but understood his worry. She also had butterflies in her stomach about how the scene would go and whether she could play the part of a pornstar.

After three days of relentless teasing, Susan and Tom arrived nervously at the studio on a Saturday evening about dusk. Sheila greeted them at the door with two glasses of wine and tight hugs, but then whisked Susan away to the dressing and make-up room to get ready.

Chuck gave Tom a firm handshake and escorted him into the film studio. There were three lighting arrays focused on a large, comfortable-looking bed with white sheets and a feather matress in the center of the room. Chuck introduced Tom to four young men who were setting up various pieces of camera and sound equipment, and Tom was a bit relieved that they seemed like decent, professional fellows — not the sleazy sterotype he’d been expecting.

Chuck presented the contract to Tom, who looked it over briefly, and, seeing nothing to raise a red flag, went ahead and signed it. After Chuck countersigned the papers, he suggested that Tom get changed into a silk robe hanging nearby and make sure he was “ready” for Susan to come onto the set. When Tom asked, “Is there someplace I should change?” Chuck just laughed.

“You need to get past your modesty now, amigo. Or perhaps you don’t know what’s about to happen here.”

Tom laughed at himself at that point, realizing the ridiculousness of his question, and, to his own surprise, he had no qualms about undressing right there in the middle of the room. After he was naked, he heard one of the young men holding the boom mike say quietly, “Finally we get an amateur with a good-sized dick for one of these shoots.” Tom found himself feeling a bit more confident at this remark, but a little embarrassed about the bizarre nature of the situation and the fact that the compliment came from another man.

Just as Tom had gotten his robe on and was seated and enjoying his wine, a side door opened, and Susan came in. She was also wearing a silk robe, but Tom could tell she also had on black, thigh-high stockings and very tall heels, which clicked as she crossed the room towards him. She had on think eye make-up, and her hair was up and a bit curled. One of the crew let out a low whistle of appreciation, which made her blush.

Susan sat in the chair next to Tom, also holding her wine, and looked him directly in the eyes:

“I think this is our last chance to say ‘no’, sweetheart. Are we both absolutely sure about this?”

Tom took a deep breath. “I am.”

“Me, too.” And at that, she downed the remainder of wine in her glass, stood up in front of him, and let her robe fall to the floor.

Every eye in the room — Tom’s, Sheila’s, Chuck’s, all of the crew’s — focused on Susan. She was indeed wearing black thigh-high stockings and stiletto heels, but she also had on a black, babydoll nightgown that barely came down over her ass. The nightgown was partly see-through, and her large breasts were clearly visible under the gauzy fabric. She had on bikini panties, and she showed off the entire ensemble by doing a slow turn in front of Tom who was still seated.

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I opened my eyes and I realized that I was alone in a bedroom that I didn’t recognize. My eyes slowly shut again and I subconsciously replayed what happened last night. Making Natalie scream as we fucked missionary style, Trish riding my dick with her tits bouncing all over the place and them sharing my cum. Finally, I remembered what Natalie said before we all fell asleep, ‘…you know our dirty secret.’

Their dirty secret.

I tried to think what that meant. Natalie and Trish’s kiss last night, them eagerly exploring the other’s mouths with their tongues. Was that their dirty secret? That they make out every once and awhile. Or was there more than that? My mind raced as I thought about all the possibilities, Natalie eating out Trish as I fucked her, mum maybe I’m into incest.

The two of them sharing my cum last night was my first time being exposed to that particular taboo. All my previous experience with incest had been horrifying news stories and Game of Thrones. But, the thought of Natalie and Trish getting together is something that I honestly want. Working it out in my head, I realized that I shouldn’t force it and see what my sexy, slutty hosts have planned for me.

But, where were they?

I pulled the covers off and I realized that I was naked. Looking for my clothes, I found them neatly folded on top of a bureau. Getting dressed, I cautiously opened the door and poked my head through. I didn’t see anyone else, was I alone? Taking another step, I could hear faint music coming from downstairs. Taking a step closer, I heard two people talking.

Hoping that it was Trish and Natalie, I crept down the stairs and heard that the voices were coming from the kitchen. Psyching myself up, I confidently walked in the direction of the kitchen. I found both blondes sitting around the kitchen island, drinking coffee. After last night, I found it weird that they weren’t nude; wearing PJ pants, t-shirts and a robe. They still looked incredibly sexy.

“Morning,” I said.

They both turned to me and nervously smiled. I could tell that there were both anxious at my presence, Natalie even more so than her mother. I guess she was worried about work. Having sex with your boss is one thing, having a threesome with your mother and your boss, where you take part in some light-incest; that is something you can’t really tell HR. Her career could easily be ruined. Also, her personal life should anyone know the smallest detail of what had happened last night.

“Would you like some coffee, Callum?” Trish asked. There was a crack in her usual confident façade. Her hands were trembling as she handed me a coffee mug. She glanced at her daughter; I assumed that she was scared of what could happen to her.

I sense that the reason they were walking on eggshells around me was that they were trying to gauge my reaction.

“So…,” I said, looking at their concerned faces, “What you two are getting up today?” I asked, smiling at them.

“We were thinking about going to Magnificent Mile and checking out the Black Friday sales,” Trish replied, sounding more confident than before. “We got a lot of leftovers so dinner won’t be a problem.”

“You should join us,” Natalie asked, giving me a hopeful look.

“I’d love to but…” I said before pausing. I always hated going shopping with girlfriends, spending the whole day bouncing from shop to shop at Westfields. But, I knew I wouldn’t mind doing that with these two. The only problem was that I really needed a shower after last night. Also, I swear I have a cum stain on my jeans.

“I want to head off home and have a shower, also put on some fresh clothes,” I explained.

“Oh,” My beautiful team member whispered, sounding incredibly disappointed.

“How about this? We’ll take my car into the city and stop off at my condo. It’s near the shopping district. I’ll take a quick shower, get changed and then we’ll go out shopping?” I suggested, watching them slowly begin to smile. “We can bring the leftovers and have dinner there?”

“Perfect,” they both said.

—

About three hours later, I was standing outside Nordstrom, waiting for my gorgeous girls. We were in Chicago, specifically on Michigan Avenue. The locals call it the Magnificent Mile, it reminded me of Oxford Street, lots of shops, pavement filled with shoppers and sales.

After Trish made me a quick breakfast, whispering to me that I’ll need strength for later, we jumped into my BMW and drove to the city. Both Trish and Natalie looked dressed to impress, tight jeans, knee-high boots and clingy jumpers. I really wished we could have forgotten about shopping and stayed home and play, but I didn’t want to push my luck. I knew I had to be calm and go with the flow.

During the ride, Trish would probe me about my family, my job and how long I intend to stay in Chicago. Natalie was also at it, asking me about what music I listen to, the last film I saw in the cinema and what I get up to in the weekends. I knew what they were doing; they wanted illegal bahis to know what kind of person I am, what I’m into and if they can trust me. I remembered Natalie’s face after she shared my cum with her mother, there was a quick look of horror. Like she was terrified that I might run out of that room screaming. I answered all their questions, asked some myself, trying my best to be charming and open.

When we were in Bloomingdale’s, Natalie grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to the women office wear part of the store. She was acting very flirty with me, lots of eye contact, her hands were all over me and some gentle teasing. My busty, blonde analyst then started asking for my opinion as she picked out some tops for the office. Natalie was treating me like her boyfriend, which I did not mind at all. Seeing Natalie show me some low-cut blouse, I thought about McAllen for the first time and if I could fuck her at work.

After that, we headed into Saks. Natalie disappeared somewhere near the shoes, leaving me with a lustful Trish. She flashed me a dirty look and she led me to a rack of dresses. Just like her daughter, she pulled out some dresses and asked for my opinion. But unlike Natalie, Trish was not subtle with her questions. She literally showed me a strapless dress and asked me if my dick is hard. But between all Trish’s naughty jokes, rubbing her arse against my groin and asking me to help her out in the dressing room, she would inquire about Natalie. Trish wanted to know how I felt about her and if I want to spend more time with her. It was remarkable to see her turn from a slutty MILF to a concerned mother.

We then moved to Nordstrom and I was told to wait outside, Natalie said that they’d be there for like 10 minutes. As I waited for them, I remembered what Trish had asked me. What do I think about her daughter? I slowly realized that after spending the last days with Natalie, I definitely wanted to ask her out. It wasn’t just sex; I like being around her. Obviously, I still also want to fuck her mother, but I think Natalie would be okay with that.

I saw them leave the store, grinning at me as they walked. They were talking amongst themselves as they pointed me. Maybe I can convince them to forget any more shopping and take them up to my condo.

“Where now, ladies?” I asked, smiling at them they handed me their bags.

They gave each other a look. Again using their mum/daughter telepathy, planning something that probably involved me. Both mother and daughter then turned their attention to me and giggled.

“Callum, can you get us some coffee?” Natalie asked, trying to suppress her giggling.

—

I sat at the table alone, with a low-fat vanilla macchiato, a low-fat cappuccino and an expresso in front of me. I tried to think about what they had planned for me, new lingerie, some bedroom toys or maybe another partner for our sexual playtime? Shit, I don’t think that I could handle three women, especially if they are as sex-crazed as these two.

As I waited for them, I flicked through my phone. After picking my fantasy football team for the weekend, I checked Instagram. I saw a new photo from Lucy. It was of her modeling her gym clothes, a low cut tank top and tight yoga pants. To anyone else, she’s a hot Instagram model/receptionist, but to me, she’s my half-sister. A big emphasis on the half bit. We don’t have much of a relationship, some messages, money requests and the occasional meetup in some pub where she would ask for money.

Still preoccupied about Natalie and Trish’s relationship, I wondered if I was that interested in incest. I stared at the image for minutes and tried to think of her sexually, naked, maybe riding my cock. Nothing. Thinking about my estranged, objectively hot, half-sister kept my dick flaccid, but then I started imagining mum and daughter in a 69 position and I felt my cock nearly popped out of my jeans. Maybe I’m only interested in incest when I’m not involved.

“Hey,”

I looked up and saw Natalie smiling down on me. She leaned in and gave me a short kiss on the lips. That was our first piece of non-platonic contact of the day, which is weird. She sat down in front of me and reached for her coffee, instinctively picking the right one. I watched her take a sip, Natalie humming as she enjoyed the taste.

“Where’s Trish?” I asked.

“She’s just finishing up something,” Natalie vaguely answered, she had that same mischievous twinkle in her eye that I caught earlier. “Bet you have like a thousand questions.”

“I do. But I just want to ask one question.” I replied. I then stood up and took the seat next to Natalie. She swirled in her chair and scooted a bit closer to me. “You said last night that you have a crush on me… like since we first met. Is that true?”

Natalie blushed and then asked, “Do you know Michelle Halloran?”

“Michelle?” I nodded, remembering the name — a very supple brunette with green eyes and a crescent moon tattoo. We spent a couple of weeks confined in my bedroom, just illegal bahis siteleri straight up fucking. She wasn’t interested in a relationship, nor was I. We soon ended it, each looking for a different bed partner.

“She’s a friend of mine. She told me that she hooked up with some handsome Brit, who in her words is a great fuck. Michelle showed me a photo and when I moved to your floor, there you where,” Natalie said, “I wanted to find out the truth,” she gave me a naughty grin.

“And your mother…,” I replied, running my hand up her thigh.

“Hmm,” Natalie looked away for a moment, then back at me. “Mom just got too enthusiastic. I think it was your accent. I want to be honest with you. I was hoping to take you to a bar after dinner; we have some drinks and then maybe I show you my bedroom,” she grinned. “I didn’t expect Mom to join in, but I’m okay she did.”

“So, you and your mother,” I whispered, knowing that I was about to broach a literal taboo topic in public.

Natalie lost her smile as well as every ounce of confidence. She was indistinguishable to the girl that greeted me yesterday. It was unnerving. She turned her face away from mine, eying up the door. Natalie took a couple of deep breaths, psyching herself up. “We have an unusual relationship. It’s hard to explain. What you saw last night… that’s not all of it. I can’t tell you everything.”

“Why?”

“I… we will need to trust you,” Natalie replied. “There have been guys… boys that we have shared before you. They were just short-term playthings, never really experiencing us fully. They couldn’t handle it.”

Seeing her deep blue eyes stare at me, I realized I needed to kiss her. With my hands around her waist, I leaned in and forcefully kissed her. Natalie moaned in my arms, parting her lips and letting my invading tongue into her mouth. She arched her back and pushed her tits into my chest, making me groan and my dick throb in my pants. We eventually remembered our surroundings and broke our embrace.

“That was…something,” Natalie smirked.

“Natalie, I want you…bad. I’m actually looking forward to Monday. I’m going to ask you to stay late, we’re going to have sex in my office, then I’m going to take you out for dinner and then we are gonna go to my condo so we can fuck again.”

“Monday?” Natalie repeated, “I thought I had Monday off?”

“Not anymore,” I quickly replied with a big grin, “You’re coming in so we can have some fun. I also want your mum. Whatever you and Trish do alone, I want to be part of it. You’re not going to scare me away.”

Natalie opened her mouth and was about to say something, but then went quiet. She then stared at me while the gears in her head worked something out. As we sat in silence, Trish walked in with a couple of bags in her hands. She watched us for a few moments, unconcerned with the lack of conversation. Trish then took my old seat and smiled.

“Where next?” she asked, finally breaking the comfortable silence.

“How about we go back to my flat?” I replied.

“Yeah,” Natalie immediately said, slowly smiling as she stared at me.

—

Half an hour later, we were back in my condo. With some help from McAllen, I got a nice looking flat on the edge of the Loop. Hardwood floors, floor-to-ceiling windows, Italian marble countertops and lots of space. I gave them a quick tour of the place, ending up at the master bedroom. I didn’t say anything, but I could see both Trish and Natalie having some dirty thoughts.

We then returned to the kitchen, Natalie and I helped Trish turn the leftovers into a casserole. Over the sound of soft jazz music and an opened bottle of wine, we chopped and baked in very close proximity. Every other minute, I had either Natalie rubbing against my groin or Trish pushing her ample breasts into my back. Seeing how unsubtle they were being, I decided to push the limit and gave up blocking my crotch, showing off my growing bulge. Both Trish and Natalie would glance at it, narrowing their eyes and biting their lips.

After dinner, we moved to the sofa and drank some more wine. We talked about the holidays and the run-up to Christmas. They told me all their little traditions, going to German food markets, ice-skating at Millennium Park and going tree shopping in Spring Grove. I mentioned that I was planning to fly home for Christmas and explained some British traditions, which worryingly enough involved a lot of drinking. They then littered me with a bunch of questions on a typical British Christmas and I explained the best I could, talking about John Lewis adverts, what a usual Christmas lunch would be, what’s a Christmas cracker, mulled wine and Boxing Day sales.

“It’s our version of Black Friday,” I explained, taking another sip of wine, “Even though we now have Black Friday.”

“Oh, that reminds me,” Trish excitedly said, “Do you want to see what we bought?” she asked, arching her eyebrows.

I nodded and my sexy blonde guests quickly opened their shopping bags. I was hoping canlı bahis siteleri for a fashion show, but Natalie and Trish would pull out a piece of clothing and tell me about it. But slowly, the words they used became more and more sexualized. The two dirty-minded blondes would paint vivid visualization of every bit of clothing they’d bought, like how much skin it would show, how Trish’s mammoth tits would look in that particular cut or how tight that fabric will be around Natalie’s arse. In minutes, my mouth was dry, I was fidgeting in my seat and could feel all the blood drain to my cock.

“Was that all you guys got?” I asked, speaking in a horsed voice.

Trish and Natalie looked at each other, slowly smiling.

“There is something else,” Natalie grinned.

“When you were getting coffee, we went lingerie shopping,” Trish beamed at me, “Do you want to see what we got? Or would you prefer us to model it?”

“Model,” I blurted out.

They grinned at me before grabbing a nondescript bag and headed towards my bedroom, holding each other’s hands. I rushed to the kitchen and opened another bottle of wine. After filling up three glasses, I sat back down and eagerly waited for them. They then returned, barefoot and wearing plush robes, Natalie in black while Trish wore a blue one. Both of them looked so sexy. I couldn’t wait to take them to the bedroom and make last night look like a scene from a Hallmark Christmas movie.

“Should we start with you, Mom?” Natalie asked.

“Sure, baby,” she smiled. She then dropped the robe and my eyes bulged out of my head.

Trish was wearing a dark blue bra, matching silk and lace garter belt and sheer stockings. The bra, which perfectly held up her full, round breasts, was a half cut and left her erect nipples exposed. Trish rolled her hips and slowly walked towards me, stopping just in arms reach. She rested her hands on her hips, drawing my attention to the tiny, dark blue thong that just covered her bare pussy. I then looked up, seeing Trish’s shit-eating grin flashing back at me.

I shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, my cock pressing painfully against the fabric of my jeans as I struggled to keep my eyes off the gorgeous, scantily clad MILF in front of me.

“Callum,” Natalie softly said, turning my attention back to her. “What do you think? The material is made with the finest silk and lace.” She described, her face was red and in her eyes sparkled with a hint of lust. “Mom, show him the back.”

Trish spun on her feet and hunched her back, pushing her bum inches away from my face. The dark blue thong had disappeared between her big, round ass cheeks. Trish then bent down; using all the hours she spent at Pilates and touch her toes. I let out a long groan as her cheeks spread open and I saw her moist pussy covered by a thin strip of lace.

Two small hands then grasped the firm flesh, “I really like this one,” Natalie said. She then stunned me by giving her mother’s bum a firm slap with her hand. “See this is perfect for Mom. Her ass is completely exposed, which is ideal for a spanking.” She gave her mum some more firm spanks before backing away. Trish turned back to me, her face was flushed and her lips were trembling.

Natalie then slipped out of her robe, revealing a black, lace bra and panty set. I then let out another groan. The black material cupped her milky breasts, but her nipples and areolas were completely visible through the see-through lace fabric. She was very excited; it was easy to tell as I could see her stiff nipples poke out, begging to have my lips around them. Her pussy was also on display; the sheer material did nothing to cover Natalie’s slick pussy.

It was Trish’s turn to talk. She strutted around to stand behind Natalie. Her hands reached out and cupped her daughter’s breasts. As Natalie moaned, Trish opened her mouth, “Natalie really liked this one. Maybe because it’s a contradiction. It teases you a little, but everything is on display.” Trish then snaked a hand down, running her fingers over her daughter’s covered pussy. “Also it’s really nice to touch.”

Natalie let a low moan and took a deep breath. Composing herself, she said, “Do you like what we bought?”

“Yes,” I nodded, “Come here.”

Mom and daughter then pounced onto me. Natalie was on my left, Trish on my right and their lips all over me. Natalie grabbed my face, thrusting her tongue into my mouth as she pressed her body against mine while she passionately kissed me. A jealous Trish then pulled her daughter off and kissed me with such force that it nearly knocked me out, shoving her tongue deep into my mouth.

They then released me and stared at me, as if they were waiting for my command.

“Kiss,” I firmly said.

“Are you sure?” Trish asked.

“Is this…,” Natalie spoke in a serious tone, her big blue eyes on me. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes.”

Mother and daughter looked at each other and nodded. They slowly leaned in and their lips met in front of me. My mouth dropped as they lovingly kissed, slowly getting more passionate and lust filled. Moans escaped from their lips as their hands softly cupped each other’s faces. I was forgotten, entirely invisible to the possibility-incestuous mother and daughter.

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“Please Jarrad.” She whispered standing in his living room. “I just came to get my things. I don’t wanna go through all this.”

A simple trip to pick up a few things from her ex’s apartment had erupted into an hour long blowout involving him stealing her keys and purse demanding that she further explain why she had left him. He at least, he claimed, deserved that. But it was all in vain; no explanation was acceptable to him. First she tried the calm approach. Tried to explain to him that situations like the one they were in at that exact moment were precisely why she left him. He was passionate to the point of instability, irrational at times. She refused to live like that. He asked for specific examples citing such behavior. She gave them. Scoffing, he said that she was over dramatic, over analyzed those situations. But what about right now? She countered. He had lied and manipulated his way to getting her to come to his house, held her hostage, stolen her purse and keys, and blocked the door with his 6’2, 210 pound frame when she attempted to leave. “Only because,” he answered as if it was obvious, she “wouldn’t listen to reason.”

She tried to remind him of the women she did not think he fucked, but he led on and flirted with. She hated it. It ate her up inside. He thrived off of attention from females. She was never enough for him. “But I never cheated” he said. Once again, she was over dramatic and a new one: sensitive. The more he claimed that her complaints were unfounded, the louder she got. She screamed, yelled, hit him. Things she had never done before. She was losing control of herself. The only thing she felt she ever really had was self control. And she lost it.

“All I’m sayin’ is I’m not ready to give up you.” He told her staring her down.

“Please Jarrad.” She took a step away from him there were tears in her eyes that she didn’t want him to see. “Just let me go…let this go.” A tear fell. He saw it, approached her. For every one of his steps forward she took one back. Eventually her back hit a wall. Flinching illegal bahis as his hand touched her chin, she wondered despairingly why and how she had gotten herself into such a mess.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned softly, lifting her chin so that he could look into her eyes. How could she explain to him that she was crying, practically sobbing because he was holding her in captivity, because he was controlling her emotions. Because she was stupid enough to think that not only could she control herself, but that she could control him and that her overconfidence had caused her to walk right into his trap, though she knew better. “Baby?” She tried to shove him off, but used his size to keep her contained. This frustrated her even more. Control slipping away more and more in every way possible. She was sobbing and gasping for breath now. “I’m not letting you go. I can’t lose you.”

“Jarrad” she was begging, defeated. “I can’t do this.” Her shoulders were shaking with the violence of her sobs. “Why are you doing this to me?”

” I…” He started…he was actually confused. What had he done? He just wanted to love her. He tried to kiss her but she turned her head away. “Baby…I’m sorry.” More confusion and hurt in his voice than she would have ever imagined. Raquel looked in his eyes and saw so much pain she wasn’t quite sure what to do. “I’ll do better baby. I…don’t cry…I…” Her gaze caused every word in his brain to escape his grasp. “…make it better…” he mumbled, his sentences barely coherent. “…take the pain…make you feel…”

Raquel pressed her back further into the wall as his lips found her, slowly taking over. Coaxing the resistance out of her. Subtly intensify until she felt as though she had no choice but to kiss him back.

The tears. It killed him to see them. His lips caressed away the tears and his hands roamed from her scalp, down to her neck, sliding down her vertebrae causing slight shivers to snake through her body. The flow of the tears began to ebb and recede.

The clothes. The clothes illegal bahis siteleri keeping her from him. He pulled her top off. She had fully given herself over to him at this point, accepting her loss of control. She opened her mouth to protest but instead a groan of pleasure slid forth as the nerve ending on her neck responded to his lips and teeth. She was gasping for breath again.

“I love you, Raquel” he whispered harshly in her ear. He tried to soften his voice. “I’m going to make you happy.” As he spoke, a hand slid up her back and removed her bra.

“I-Jarrad…” the thought left as he nipped her breast. Her back arched as if to push it further into his mouth. Then, abruptly he lifted her up and carried her to his room. She closed her eyes accepting her fate…for the moment. When he placed her on the bed , she simply lay there, eyes still closed, until she felt his hand on her again. They opened and saw his head bent over her torso. His massive shoulders seemed so tense. Shaking her head slightly to get rid of the thought, she tried not to care. One of his hands was spread out over her abdomen, the chocolate of her skin pairing beautifully, he thought, with the caramel of his. He removed his hand, revealing more of the toned, smooth body part he longed to place a child inside. But she would never allow it. Her muscles trembled and rippled reflexively as he slid his tongue from the top of her pants to her neck again. Looking up at her, he noticed that her lips were trembling as though she wanted to cry again. He kissed them again, his lips attempting to soothe away whatever pain she was feeling. She felt the button on her jeans relax and heard her zipper slide down.

“I’m gonna make it better.” He mumbled again, more to himself than to her. Peeling off her jeans, he kissed every inch as the denim slowly came away from her. Her pelvic bone, each of her thighs, her legs, taking his time, worshipping each part. She was shivering all over now.

“Oh God.” She whispered feeling one of his fingers glide between canlı bahis siteleri her slick pussy lips. Simultaneously, the tip of his tongue drew circles around her nipple. She squirmed trying to get his tongue to make contact with the hardened dark chocolate bud. Flicking his tongue across her nipple, he began to flick her clit at the same rate. Her body felt as though it were literally getting hotter, raising in temperature. The flicking got harder and faster. She was going to cum. It had never happened so quickly before. The intensity of the feeling rolled over and over in her stomach, increasing in intensity every second. “No…no…” she moaned softly, still wanting to fight him, the orgasm, the loss of control. Then it happened. Her eyes squeezed shut as the rolling feeling dropped down into her pussy then seemed to radiate back out into the rest of her body. Sweating from concentration, he continued to rub her clit, but released her nipple to watch her face. Her mouth was slightly opened, head tilted back, brow furrowed, fingers grasping his sheets. Her felt her legs shaking against the mattress. He caressed her more gently as the orgasm began to fade into a calm. Squeezing her thighs, he dipped his head down to her body and nipped and kissed the insides of them. Her body relaxed completely, her breathing slowed.

Just when she began to regain some of her sanity, she began trembling again he flattened his tongue and pulled it firmly and slowly against her pussy. “Aggghhhh….Jarrad!” she yelled, her mind swirling from the sensation. She felt her pussy contracting, having random harsh spasms, the rolling feeling again. “Oh God” she thought, “Nonononononooo….” Her legs locked up around his head. He continued the slow lapping of her pussy, feeling her body winding against him. It…the orgasm…increased and increased…bigger and bigger…pushing, the crescendo of it was so slow and fast at the same time…it reached its crest. She pushed her pussy harder into her mouth and came. So hard she scared herself. Her body fell back onto the bed. Her entire being was shaken. From the core of her. Holding herself she looked at him almost horrified.

“Baby, I told you. I told you I would make it better.” He murmured. She moaned in response, still feeling the waves of her orgasm.

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NOTE: This is a work of fiction. All individuals are 18 years or older.

Natural Inclinations — Part 2

By: Deana Bard

Chapter 5

Peter began undressing for that long overdue shower. Still under the influence of alcohol, it was done as if on autopilot. Instead of thinking about what he was doing, the previous four hours were replaying in his head.

Recalling the brief but tender kiss she gave him as he was leaving to say thanks for “being such a good helper” sent a fresh wave of warmth through him. Of course, that kiss was nothing compared to that very first kiss. The one that made his toes curl and his heart do summersaults. He had never imagined that kissing could cause such physical reactions and emotional delight. He liked those feelings. He liked them A LOT!

That Janice was twice his age didn’t matter one bit. In fact, it kind of excited him that an older woman would want to kiss him like that.

Thoughts of the two of them possibly kissing again was making his dick stiff.

Standing naked in front of his mirror, he admired his rising boner. Visions of Janice’s sexy body and recollections of how great it felt touching her bare midriff sent waves of lust through him. The way she had urged his face and lips to hers. That tingly sensation when his tongue touched then jousted with hers.

By now, Peter’s erection stood proud and fully engorged. Turning from side to side and posing for himself in the mirror, he couldn’t help thinking to himself, “Damn! What a great looking boner. I wonder what Miss Janice would do if she ever saw this baby?”

While waiting for the hot water to come up in the shower, he checked himself out in the bathroom mirror again. Even though his erection had begun to subside, he still found pride in his appearance. Quietly, he said to himself, “Hey! All you guys that called me a loser… Well, this loser has a mature woman for a girlfriend.”

As steam began filling the room, a faintly familiar fragrance did also. But Peter’s mind was too preoccupied to allow that to distract him. Still admiring the manly specimen staring back at him, he noticed that his chest seemed to be peeling. He picked and brushed several flakes of some sort that were only lightly attached to his chest and belly. It wasn’t until his fingers got down to the fine curly hairs that surrounded his privates that caused him to look more closely. That’s when it clicked. Sure enough, it was the dried yet unmistakable residual evidence from much earlier in the day. From chest to toe, the front of Peter’s body showed the dried flaky remnants of sperm.

Suddenly he flashed back to that morning. Peter’s mind filled with a jumble of recollections. An assortment of thrilling discoveries, exciting challenges, and euphoric pleasures followed by horrific terror and panic, culminating in… OH … MY … GOD!!!

A wave of embarrassment more massive than he had ever experienced in his life rocked him to his core. Involuntary shivers raced up and down his body. Recalling how he had run naked out of the house, potentially exposing himself to the whole neighborhood was terrible enough. But then, to top it all off, he remembered coming to his senses about the lack of any danger. But instead of running for cover, he blithely stood in front of his new neighbor — without a stitch of clothing on! And he had done so for an interminable amount of time. Possibly worst of all, she had to have seen the very same traces of cum that clung to his body. While it was still wet and glistening!

OH, THE HUMILIATION OF IT ALL!

By now, the mirror had fogged over as steam had fully enveloped the room. That strange but recognizable aroma was also much more intense now. That steam had reactivated something else that Peter had otherwise forgotten about. Pee! He was still wearing a thin coat of pee. His entire body was coated with it. And had been for hours. Not only was he wearing visible traces of cum, he now reeked of urine. He had only just met, then spent several hours working around and for Miss Janice, all the while still well basted in his urine. As if it was even possible, his humiliation intensified.

So why was his dick still at half-mast?

Ignoring that, he adjusted the water, then stepped in and immediately set about scrubbing himself from head to toe while wondering why he hadn’t showered sooner. The smell of fresh urine had to have been obvious. How the hell would he ever be able to look her in the eye again?

But why, he pondered. Why hadn’t he returned home to clean-up? The more he thought about it, fuzzy recollections began coming into focus. It was all coming back to him. Right after getting the TV situation straightened out, he had caught a whiff of himself and knew he needed to get out of there. Peter let out an involuntary shout. “That’s right! I did try to leave.” Suddenly his memory of what happened came back to him.

The fact was he had tried to make a quick exit, abruptly backing out of providing Miss Janice with any additional help. But then, almost as quickly, somehow, his reason for leaving was erased from his mind, and he agreed to stay. But what caused that to happen? Peter tried and tried to figure that out. But the reason for that about-face completely eluded him.

Just then, using both hands, he began spreading the soapy lather on his tush. It sent burning, tingling sensations through him. There noticeable differences in the way each cheek felt to his touch and the electrical messages being sent as he massaged each globe.

Without a mirror in the shower, he could not visually inspect his hindquarters leaving him to rely on touch alone. The right cheek was smooth with only the slightest burn under his fingers. But the left cheek felt entirely different. Instead of its usual smoothness, it seemed to have small welts all over. Also, the nerve endings were raw and super sensitive. And there was something else. While rubbing it, those nerve endings were sending a different sort of electrical message, not so maltepe escort much to the brain, but to his dick.

Fascinated by his body’s responses, Peter alternated between massaging the right ass cheek and the left. While both cheeks felt a degree of relief from discomfort, aside from the soothing effect, rubbing the right side did little more. However, each time he returned his attention to the left cheek, the more he kneaded and massaged, the harder his dick became. What the hell was that all about?

At that very moment, Janice was uncorking a new bottle of wine and doing her own reminiscing. “What a perfect ass he has.” she thought to herself. “Damned if he didn’t look so adorable laying over the arm of the sofa, buttocks exposed, as I paddled that sweet little behind.” Janice mockingly scolded herself for pulling his pants down just so she could get a good look at it. “It was just begging to be spanked.” and she let out a chuckle. “Then again, he did need to learn not to take anything for granted. Not in my house.”

To add to his punishment, “since he was taking it so well,” she had spun the rings on her fingers so that the stones and other projections were on her palm side to add an extra degree of pain. She felt no remorse for the few times she broke his skin. “He may or may not remember getting spanked, but he will never forget who is in charge.”

Janice wondered about something. Once she had finished spanking the boy then held and comforted the re-emerged child in him; what if instead of pulling his pants up, she had pushed them down all the way? Would he have pulled away in anger? Or would he have remained in her embrace while continuing to gently sob? She desperately wanted to get a better look at what he was packing between his legs. What she’d seen on the front porch was completely opposite from the lump she felt pressed into her pubic area. She reasoned by what he showed on the front porch that fright had scared the life out of his cock. She felt sure that under normal circumstances, he must be a grower, not a shower’ because, as they hugged, she was sure it had to be much, much larger than what she’d seen earlier.

Giving him wine instead of water to quench his thirst was a stroke of brilliance. Even though he is only eighteen, it was legal in a private residence. Still, she knew it was a bit risky, but it paid off in a big way. It really got him to open up. Not only did she learn so much about him, but it also provided her with several fresh ideas for ‘games’ to play with him.

Most importantly, his suggestibility was remarkable. Within moments Janice had him under her spell, readily following her commands.

It was astounding to learn of the teen’s lack of sexual experience. Oh, was she going to have fun with him. Simply by the way he responded to her kisses would work as a backup tool in keeping the youth under her spell. Just then, Janice blushed, forced to admit to herself that even she had felt something special when they kissed. That was something new. Of all her previous submissive subjects, she had never experienced any emotional feelings one way or the other.

While pondering the significance of this disquieting development, she queried her phone for the nearest pizza shop and placed an order for delivery.

Peter, too was going through his own kind of mental exercises. Why was rubbing his left ass cheek stimulating his penis in such a profound way? And what had happened to cause the rash? But just because he was unable to figure out the what and why for it, he wasn’t about to let a good erection and a soapy hand go to waste. So with his left hand rubbing his ass and his soap slicked right hand pumping up and down on his hard-on, it took no time at all for him to orgasm.

Peter had learned at an early age how to pleasure himself. Even so, almost seven years ago, since that very first “wet” orgasm, he never tired of the wonderful feeling rubbing his dick provided. The bonus was watching the white cream flowing from his pee hole.

Toweling himself off until he was dry, he shuttered with regretfulness. Why had he been so open about the dearth of his sexual experiences? Only then to go into what he had been doing before she knocked on the door, spouting off in detail like he made a regular habit of these things? Private things. Oh well, what’s done is done. At least she didn’t seem to be put off by what he told her.

Back in his room, he put on his usual sleepwear: Pajamas over tighty-whities. (Wearing men’s briefs was pretty much a 24-hour thing.) On his way to prepare something for dinner, he passed his parents’ room. Remembering that he had never cleaned up the shower floor of evidence from that morning’s ‘adventure,’ he took care of that first.

Once that was taken care of, he headed down the stairs just in time to see through the sheer curtains a pizza delivery car pull up in front of Janice’s driveway. Closing the heavy front room drapes, he turned on the TV before going into the kitchen to fix dinner.

Even though he had never had any lunch, he wasn’t especially hungry. So he simply fixed a small pot of soup — some broth and freshly chopped vegetables. For years now, Peter would often fix dinner for the family. His mother had taught him so well that he eventually became a better cook than her. Leaving it to simmer, he returned to the family room and turned to his favorite channel: The Cooking Channel.

It was only 6:30 when he finished eating and returned to his bedroom to spend the rest of the evening at his computer. For some reason, tonight, he couldn’t get into any on-line games. What’s the alternative for a young guy to do? PORN, of course. On his go-to website, he paged through some of his favorite blogs. If he found a blog with its owner on-line he would try to strike up a conversation. Some were more talkative than others. When things got slow, he would check to see who had liked or re-blogged stuff from his blog.

Returning to the “FEED” he could see what others had recently added to their blogs. First, he noticed that escort maltepe one of the bloggers he was following had batch posted a slew of cum pics, GIFs, and videos. Cum on girls’ faces; A girl showing the camera that her mouth was full of cum; A few of guys masturbating and cum shooting from their cocks; and cum dripping from a recently fucked pussy. (Creampie pics were a recent favorite.) Peter never tried to figure out why, but he just couldn’t resist opening each and every cum posting.

Once he came to the end of those posts, the very next thing he came across seemed like it was just a freaky coincidence. Either that or it was Karma.

What he had stumbled across was a series of MILF pictures. This was something that any day prior he would have passed on by. But this time, for some inexplicable reason, he didn’t. Many of them were in seductive poses, trying to look alluring. But some were in truly pornographic situations of one kind or other. Mostly those were with one and sometimes multiples of men. To be honest, a majority of those women didn’t look all that sexy to him. On the other hand, some women were scorching hot. But in Peter’s estimation, few could compete with Miss Janice.

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Chapter 6

The next morning Peter awoke with a raging hard-on pressing against the confines of his briefs. All night long, his dreams were of him being naked while surrounded by a dozen beautiful women. Beautiful naked women. And every one of them wanted to lay hands on him while begging him to kiss them, deeply and passionately. The odd thing was that they were also all older than him, not that that seemed to matter.

As if on a slowly revolving platform, his attention moved from one of these lovely sirens to the next. While his lips and tongue were being kept busy kissing, his hands were gently placed on various parts of her nude body. Gleefully he caressed and massaged each lady’s breasts. Breasts of every shape and size. Taking extra delight in fondling and pinching their nipples.

Not so surprisingly, some of these women in his dream had strong similarities to Miss Janice. Oddly though, as the platform moved to the next wanton female. Eventually, one of those beautiful, lustful nudes was his Sr. English teacher, Mrs. Darcy. Then his own mother stood before him, also naked and offering herself to him. None of this hampered his dream in the least, delighting in roaming his hands over her soft skin while passionately kissing her lips and tonguing her mouth. And as with the rest that came before, she returned his passion.

After cycling past every woman at least once, the action got heavier. Now he got to finger every pussy. Many were shaved, while others were either trimmed or completely natural with a full bush. He was too enamored to have a preference.

Round three advanced to oral activities. (As he had never come close to ever actually doing any of these things, it was strictly up to his imagination as to what the feel, smell, and taste would actually be like.)

A soapy hand was the closest point of reference he had for imagining what it might feel like to have someone’s mouth on his erection.

As this was a dream, he was able to cum over and over again. Every one of these women heaped praise on how beautiful and stiff his cock was. How much she loved holding it in her hands and how good it tasted. Each begged for him to cum in her mouth so she could swallow his thick cream. Even his Aunt Diane made a showing for this part. But it was his mother who made the biggest fuss over his steely rod, enthusiastically sucking and swallowing a massive load of cum then praising its deliciousness.

But before his dream ventured to the next level of losing his virginity to any of these dream girls and imagining what having his dipstick inside a vagina might feel like, he woke up.

The need to pee was undeniable. Bouncing out of bed, he made a beeline for the bathroom. As he lifted the seat, his erection reminded him that conditions were perfect for doing what he had promised himself to try again.

Stripping off his nightwear, he climbed into and laid down in his tub. The chill on his back of the tubs’ cold surface increased the urgency. This time he would, right from the beginning, aim his stream directly into his mouth. Naturally, this involved some hit and miss. The misses covered his face burning his eyes, but he persevered to get his first mouthful. As he swallowed the first mouthful, he dared himself to see just how fast he could swallow and start catching more to lose as little as possible down the drain.

After seven good mouthfuls, his stream dwindled until it could no longer reach his mouth. Now there was just enough pressure to cover his chest and belly before trailing off to a dribble and quitting. He felt a strange sense of pride at breaking what he now considered to be a ridiculous taboo. Piss drinking was good. And strangely, it made him feel wide awake. He also felt like it had given him extra energy.

Something else he noticed, both times now, after drinking his pee, he retained the erection. Was there something in urine that acts like an aphrodisiac, he wondered? Or was it simply the childish act of rebelling against social norms?

Ignoring his hard-on for now (he’d save that for a good beat off session later), he took a quick shower to rinse off. The welting on his backside had greatly diminished, as did the pain that had accompanied it. Done showering, he returned to his room to get dressed. After throwing on a t-shirt then a pair of baggy shorts over his usual tighty-whities he wondered why he had even bothered to dress. After all, he had no plans to go anywhere today. He could have just as easily decided to spend the day naked. Oh well, it’s done now. Maybe tomorrow.

Eating his morning bowl of cereal, he heard the faint sounds of music outback. Looking out through the glass slider, his view of the back yards on either side we’re obscured by the tall wooden fences that sectioned off each yard property. He went up to maltepe escort bayan his room to see if he could do better from there.

He was in luck. His bedroom window was in the corner of the house closest to his new neighbor’s house. Sure enough, Miss Janice was lying in a lounge chair in the sun listening to music while reading a book. Peter’s breath caught in his throat. She was wearing a small bikini; its triangular cups and crotch piece were just big enough to make out that it was aqua colored with blue swirls. Damned if her body wasn’t every bit as fine as he had imagined. Possibly even better.

Transfixed, he stood there at the window, his mouth agape. At least he didn’t have to worry about her seeing him. On her head was a straw hat with a wide brim, probably to block the sun from her eyes while she read. His dick also took notice as it too was pointing in her direction. If only he hadn’t been such a jerk yesterday. Streaking in front of his new neighbor. What a dumb thing to do. She had to think he was the stupidest kid in the world, and she had the unfortunate luck of buying the house next door to him.

These thoughts were depressing enough to cause his dick to settle down again. Just the same, he decided that he wouldn’t let those thoughts prevent him from enjoying the show. He watched as she reached for something before her hand disappeared under the brim of her hat. How lucky could he be to have this perfect balcony view of his delectable neighbor?

All of a sudden, a loud and unpleasant noise came from the bedside table. His cell phone was vibrating and blasting its ringtone. Scrambling to silence it, forced him from the window. As he slid the button up the screen to answer the call, he moved back to the window. Putting the phone to his ear, he heard, “Instead of gawking from up there, I think you should come over where you can get a better look.”

How? What?! “Ahhh…” He had been found out. His face turned beet red as he stuttered, trying to find the words to say. “I was… I wanted to see… I wondered where the music was coming from.”

“You can tell me all about it when you are over here.” Peter wasn’t so sure. After what he had done. Why would she invite him back? He began to make an excuse when she cut him off. “Peter. I just told you to come over to my house. So get a move on.” Peter was taken aback by how she was speaking to him. His hesitation in acknowledging her directive prompted the words, “NOW, Mister!” to blast from his earpiece.

Her tone and that phrase were all it took. “Yes, Miss Janice. Be right there.”

Even at eighteen, he was powerless to resist the commands of a determined woman. In no time at all, he was once again inside his next-door neighbor’s house. Only this time, it was with his tail between his legs. The sliding glass back door was open. Sliding the screen door open, he stepped out into her yard. Quickly yet timidly, he moved to her side. “Now, that is much better. Wouldn’t you agree?” Without waiting for him to respond, she asked, “So tell me, master Peter, do you like what you see?”

Peter suddenly felt ashamed for ogling her the way he had. Drooling over her like she was meat on a hook. Now he fixed his gaze strictly on her hat. She raised her gaze into his eyes and noticed his resistance to look elsewhere. Putting her book down, she then removed her hat and adjusted her chair to the fully reclined position. “Here. Is what you wanted. Go ahead. Look it over and then give me your honest opinion.”

Oh crap! She really does want him to view her, like some sort of specimen to be lusted after. No longer able to resist, he did just like she said — he sized her up. His eyes studied her body, every detail.

From her short curly hair and sculpted eyebrows; her pouty lips; the medium-sized breasts that were leaking from the sides of her bikini top, her well-sculpted abdomen, her narrow waist, the small bump her pubic bone made in her bikini bottom, those shapely thighs and calves, all the way down to her lovely feet with painted toenails and even the tiny ring that adorned the little toe of one foot and the middle tow on the other.

After what felt like a very long time yet somehow not long enough, he spoke. “Miss Janice. You told me to be honest, so I hope this doesn’t get me into trouble, but…” He took a deep breath, “Miss Janice, you are so incredibly beautiful. You have about the most perfect body I have ever seen.”

“Well, thank you, Peter. That was very kind of you to say that. Even if it’s not the truth.” Those words sent shock waves through him. He wasn’t entirely sure why but he knew that he hadn’t lied to her about anything.

“Oh no, Miss Janice!” he couldn’t get the words out fast enough. “I am telling the truth. I swear.”

Janice smiled to herself. Last night’s spanking was indeed having a lasting effect. “Really, Peter? You honestly think I have a beautiful body?” Again he emphatically confirmed that what he said was the truth. “Well then, I think you should stay for a while. Pull that other chair over here next to me. We can sunbathe together.”

Peter began moving the chair, then said, “If I’m going to get a suntan, I should go home and put on my bathing suit.” and turned to leave.

“Stop right there!” Janice said sternly. Reflexively, Peter froze. “Get back here and look at me.” he did as told. “There is no reason to go home. Just take off your shirt and shorts.” He looked at her like she was talking crazy. “If I know your type, your bathing suit is a pair of board shorts with legs even longer than the shorts you have on now. How are you going to tan your legs with them half covered up? Just take that stuff off and lay here with me. You’ll see. It’ll be much better than wearing a bathing suit.”

“But Miss Janice, I only have underpants on under my shorts.”

“That’s okay. No-one but me is going to see them. So who cares?” Peter was still unsure about laying out in just his underwear. “Look around, Peter. There are no other windows near enough to look into this yard. Only yours and you are here.” Sure enough. Looking around, only his own second-floor bedroom window was visible. The next closest house was a one-floor bungalow. Meaning that the only thing anyone could possibly see was that top of his head whenever he stood up.

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Many of these characters are based on real historical figures, a couple are not. The events for the story’s sake are totally fictional.

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Doctor Jean Marc Gaspard Itrad seeks a young, female attendant to aid his studies at the National Institute of the Deaf: The candidate must be female, married or widowed, between the ages of eighteen and twenty-five and must be attractive. The candidate must have a working knowledge of linguistics and the sciences. The position will pay 25 francs for the year, and will include room and board. Please contact Doctor Itrad for more information.

“Excuse me, monsieur; is this the National Institute of the Deaf?” I had tightly guarded the ad clipping for the job position from the rain, bringing it only from my breast to present the man at the door. “I am here for the position listed by Doctor Itrad. My name is Marie Rosé Saint-Thomas. I have an appointment.”

The man nodded, and I followed him inside into the antique halls. I removed the shawl covering my hair and shook it dry, tucking back a straw-colored curl behind my ear. It was hard to find jobs for women in the new Republic, and after losing my beloved husband Fredric I had no means to support myself. I followed the gentleman down to a small wing of the institute, and he told me that Doctor Itrad would come out of his office to see me. I thanked him and took a moment to make myself presentable. It was such a queer advertisement for a job, but with the few experiences I’ve had I could not afford to lose it.

After some moments, Doctor Jean Marc Gaspard Itrad came out of his office to greet me. He was a rather handsome man, and much younger than I had imagined. He was tall; with rich dark curls and a warm smile that few men lacked these days. I took a curtsey, and he bowed. He kissed my hand in the customary way, and said “Thank you for coming, Madame Saint-Thomas. Was it difficult for you to find the institute?”

“Non, monsieur.” I replied with the brightest of smiles I could muster, “It was very easy from where my apartments are. And it is an honor to meet one of the finest doctors in our time.”

“Please, madam, you humble me.” He waved off my flattery, but secretly enjoying it in a manner. He motioned me to come into his office, and I graciously accepted. The room was filled to the brim with an assortment of books; philosophy, anatomy, botany—and to no surprise, a copy of his own book sits pristinely on the shelf. I took a seat across from him, smoothing down my dress as I do. I wore my best emerald green frock, as its color brings out the green of my eyes. Due to the nature of the ad, I assumed that appearance was greatly important in the job.

Doctor Itrad sat across from me, his warm brown eyes running all over me. I was a pretty thing, in my youth. I had a pleasant oval face with a natural pink hue to my cheeks; I had a slim figure, with small but shapely breasts and delicate hands. The ad specified that the lady applying be attractive, and while rather vain of me I felt I fit the bill. Doctor Itrad spoke after what seemed like a long pause. “Does your husband know you’ve applied for the position?”

“My husband passed last year, monsieur.”

“Ah, forgive my insensitivity! I am sorry for your loss.”

I smiled at Doctor Itrad, and thanked him for his kindness. At the age of twenty-one, I was a young widow. Fredric and I were barely married long enough to consummate the marriage when I lost him to dysentery.

“Why I asked, Madame Saint-Thomas, is because what I require for this position is the care of certain… delicacies.” Doctor Itrad shuffled in his seat. “I assume you’re familiar with my work?”

“I doubt there are few people in Paris who know of the wonderful work you’ve done, monsieur.”

“Again, you flatter me. It warms my heart to know that there are those who still think of Victor.”

In the year 1880, the greatest sensation to hit Paris was the Wild Boy of Averyon. Not but twelve years old, he was found living as a savage by three hunters in the forest. Everyone knew of the boy, and he was seen by many as the new hope of Paris in our glorious new republic. Despite many claiming that the boy will forever be a savage and an idiot, Doctor Itrad worked to educate the boy in order to bring him back to civilization. I recalled my father speaking of the doctor’s writings, and I was filled with wonder and curiosity for the wild boy. I dreamt of nights in the forest, living in the wonder of nature and the truest sense of freedom. Now, six years later, I had the most wondrous of opportunities to meet the Wild Boy of Averyon.

“As you may know, Victor was discovered approximately at the age of twelve. I have educated and raised him these past six years with everything I have in me. I love Victor as if he were my own. While I haven’t been on my own in doing so, the woman bursa escort who does much of the care taking of the institute also aids me in what I do with Victor. However, there are things…” the doctor seemed to be at a loss. “I… I cannot do for him.”

“Well, Doctor Itrad, sometimes boys can be difficult. I have helped raised my three younger brothers, and I know it can be a challenge as they get older. I’m sure especially with Victor’s circumstances it makes it even harder for you.”

The doctor chuckled, bringing a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. He paused for a moment, bringing down his hand to look me directly in the eye. “Madame, are you aware of the sexual needs of men?”

My voice caught in my throat, and I could feel my cheeks turning red. My father was a physician, and had educated me further than most girls would have the opportunity. I read all sorts of anatomy and biology books in my time; yes, I was aware of the sexual needs of men. I nodded as my voice betrayed me. The doctor continued: “Forgive my bluntness, Madame Saint-Thomas. I would not be so crude if the matter were not urgent. As of late, Victor has been very… frustrated. He refuses to continue his lessons and has become aloof, violent—even hostile to his loved ones. After some rationalization I’ve come to realize that this is based on the affects of puberty. While for some time I was able to contain him, it seems I am no longer able to. Madame, do you understand what I am saying?”

I willed my voice to return to me. I could hear it crack. “You’re saying his volatile behavior is based on his sexual desires being unfulfilled.”

He could no longer meet my gaze; perhaps shocked that a lady could say such a thing. “Yes, that is correct, madam. I am at my wit’s end. I would not even seek this kind of aid if I did not feel it was stalling our progress. Victor is capable of great things, I know this. However, if these urges aren’t met I do not think we could ever continue.”

I straightened in my seat, swallowing the rest of the lump in my throat. “Why would you not seek a lady with a more… A more…”

“A lady with a more? I had considered that, yes.” The doctor leaned back, sighing as he did. “However, I do not think a woman of such moral would be good for him. With such a neglected childhood, he needs love and tenderness more than anything. Genuine tenderness. Now, what I require does not have to commence full sexual intimacy, but something rather to release him. I had considered Madame Guerin, the caretaker, however their relationship has developed into a more maternal one; and I would never ask her daughter, she is unmarred and barely out of childhood. What I need is a woman whom has laid with a man, with the ability to give him the true affection that he needs. I know what I ask for is quite a lot, but for Victor I will do anything.”

I could not find my voice again for a long time. What the doctor asked for was something I could never even dream of; especially with someone I had spent my youth dreaming about. But never in these circumstances and never in this time in my life. However, knowing that I could be facing the street if I could not find work soon, I felt my voice break again as I spoke: “May I meet him first?”

I had followed the doctor a short distance down the hall, to a small room in the corner of the institute. Opening the door, I could hear the doctor gently calling the boy by his name, and I could hear the slight shuffle of feet inside. The door fully opened, and it only took me three small steps before I saw him. I was meeting the boy of my dreams- the Wild Boy of Averyon.

He curled himself into a corner by the window, keeping a steady gaze on me. He was no longer a boy by any means, and his long, muscular framed could be made out in the light from the window. His dark hair was tossed and shaggy, and his eyes were the most piercing shade of grey. I could make out the faint lines of scars covering his face and neck, dipping down below the collar of his shirt. He was not as wild as in my dreams, but there was feral nature in the way his stared at me. To this day, I cannot forget the way he stared. I held my breath as I heard the doctor address him; “Victor, this is Marie Rosé. She is a friend, Victor, a friend. She is going to be helping me. Come and say hello.”

Victor slowly rose to his feet, though there was a slight slouch in his posture. His steps were guarded, but he made his way towards us. There were flakes of gold and brown in the irises of his eyes, and I could sense there was something unreachable in him. Doctor Itrad continued with the introductions, speaking in a soft and low voice. “Come now, Victor. Kiss her hand.”

Victor looked down from my gaze to my hand, and I slowly lifted it up for him. He took it in a rather jerking motion, and I felt him place a wet, almost harsh kiss bursa escort bayan on it. I sucked in my breath as he did; a slightly odd shiver went up my back. His eyes went to the ground, and I could see a red heat rising around his neck. I withdrew my hand, speaking in a manner similar to the doctor’s. “It’s lovely to meet you, Victor. Thank you for the kiss.”

Doctor Itrad smiled, “I think you’re going to like her, Victor. I really think you will.”

It was shortly after my first visit with Victor that I began my work with Doctor Itrad. I was moved into a modest apartment across from my new ward, and spent time with him every day. While I remained present while the doctor worked on his lessons, I also joined Victor and Madame Guerin on their daily strolls around the gardens. At first, Victor was very distant from me. He would usually ignore my presence, and when he did acknowledge me it was always with the same feral stare. I had rather begun to think that he did not actually enjoy me, until I took an absence in his lessons one day and the doctor informed me that Victor was restless the whole time, looking toward the door and making sounds with a emphasis on “Mmm,” as if he were trying to sound out my name.

It was decided then I would begin to spend some alone time with Victor. For the first few weeks, he barely came near me. He would sit in his corner by the window, rocking himself back and forth on the heels of his feet. I could feel his eyes on me constantly, and kept myself still like a prey animal being stalked. I could not see the urges that the doctor had been so animate about, and nearly gave up on the notion. One day, however, as I rose from my seat I tripped from a lose tile on the floor. Before I could even react, Victor had caught me in his arms, holding me tightly to his chest. I was more shocked that he had caught me, as I barely saw him move from his seat. I could feel the muscles of his chest through his thin shirt, and I could hear the rapid beating of his heart. Hesitantly, I felt him bring his face near my own, sniffing my hair before burying his face into it. I could feel something pressing against my thigh, growing in size and firmness. He begun to grind himself into me, pressing his firmness into me over and over. His breath became hot and jutting in my ear. I gasped, my body feeling flushed. I had not been so close to another being since losing Fredric, and my heart brimmed with a mixture of different emotions. After what seemed like hours, Victor released me only to curl himself back in his little corner of the room. There were several occasions later on where he would hold me, in the same manner, until he seemed satisfied.

Doctor Itrad was having Victor work on sorting his letters one afternoon, and I had watched intently as they worked. Victor and the doctor often sat next to each other with myself across from them, but today the doctor decided to take the seat next to me. Victor kept shifting his gaze between the two of us, glancing down at his letters only to sort them. Suddenly, I felt the doctor place a hand on my shoulder, moving it to push a strand of hair behind my ear. Before I knew it, Victor began to snarl and bare his teeth. He knocked the letters from the table and lunged at the doctor, forcing him away from me. The doctor fell back with a grunt, and I had jumped up to assist him. Victor pulled me swiftly towards him, pinning me to his chest. Doctor Itrad stood up, brushing himself off with a chuckle. “Most intriguing, he’s quite defensive of you now.”

My mouth hung open in shock; I felt a loss for words. My senses drowned in Victor’s body heat and scent, and I felt a familiar quake run through me. I shook my head to regain myself. “You—you tricked him! How could you? He doesn’t understand you meant nothing!”

“I did, Marie Rosé. I had to see his reaction. It is not my only goal to educate him, but to see how he reacts; to see if he facilitates natural human responses. I need to see if he is truly human, and jealousy is a very human response.” The doctor walked past us, indicating that he was finishing for the afternoon. His last remark upon leaving was “I hope you’ll be able to make some progress as well.”

Victor and I were alone, but he kept me in his embrace. Looking up at him, I could see there were a number of different emotions running through him; and I was very sure he did not know himself why he attacked his teacher as he did. I brought my hand to his face, gingerly touching his cheek and cupping it with my palm. He leaned his face into my touch, his eyes closed as he made soft noises of pleasure. I do not know what possessed me to do so, but I could not stop myself from bringing my lips to his. At first, the kiss was tender. I imagine it was his first, and his body stiffened initially. However, he soon leaned into it, and it quickly became aggressive and sloppy. escort bursa His tongue was in my mouth, moving around roughly and his fingers entangled themselves into my hair. I tried to take in a breath, but he kept his mouth to mine so tightly it was nearly impossible.

I forced him back, pushing with all my strength. We both breathed heavily, I looked at him and saw in him confusion and hurt. I took his face in my hands again, and spoke softly to him. “Gently, Victor.”

I kissed him again, and he followed my lead. He brought his arms and held me at my waist, his fingers digging into my sides. I broke only to take a breath, my hands lowered to the bottom of his shirt. I began to lift it when he jerked back. I spoke again softly, “Trust me.”

Ever good at taking instructions, he lifted his arms for me. I slowly stripped the shirt off him, my eyes taking in every inch of his body. His torso was covered to the brim with a series of different, deeply made scars. His body was still tight and firm from his wilder days of running and surviving in the wilderness. There was a tawny hue to his skin from days of lying naked in the sun, and a part of me wished I had lived that way as well. I wanted to be feral; truly free and released by the laws of man. I dropped the shirt down; I placed my mouth on his neck to give him more kisses. I wanted to cover each scar with my lips. From his mouth he made noises of a pleasure completely alien to him, and it only encouraged my desire to continue.

I stopped kissing him only so I could remove my dress. I had worn a gown in the fashion of the Empress; long, thin and easily removable. I pulled it over my head, having worn nothing underneath from the heat of the day. I stood before Victor, naked and vulnerable. He stood motionless in front of me, but in no time he had taken me into his arms again. I could feel the presence of his manhood pressing into me again, but I knew this time it would not be like the others. I let him grind into me only for a moment, stopping with a gesture of my hand. I took the waist of his pants and pulled them down, exposing the full girth of his manhood as it stood erect. I took it gently in my hand and began to stroke him. He gasped, sucking in his breath and moaning with pleasure. He began to thrust into my hand, wanted more of my touch.

I stopped, and he looked down at me with such begging eyes. I led him to his bed, lying him down on his back. I knew this position was a vulgar, but I needed him this way. I needed the wild boy to take me in this vulgar way. I straddled his waist, positioning myself over him. I slowly moved myself down, letting his girth feel me with every inch. Victor’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he let out a hiss from the sensation. Once he was fully in, I began to slide myself up and down. Each time I could feel the torturous and delicious sensation of him filling, and in my need I began to move faster. I made my hips grind hard into his, gripping his chest and trying not to let myself moan lewdly. He gripped tightly onto my hips, and I could feel his fingers dig into my skin. I felt myself become so close to releasing, I couldn’t stop myself. I was lost in a moment of pleasure I had never known before.

Suddenly, Victor flipped me onto my stomach, and I hit the bed with a hard thud. Before I could let myself up he pressed his whole weight into my back, and he entered me from behind. In this new position I could feel every inch of him, and as he thrust he hit a part of me I had never felt before, and it made me shake in delight. He thrusted hard, making sure every inch of him could be felt. He bit into my neck, as if to hold me down and mark me as his mate. The pain made me cry out; and it only encouraged him. He slammed his entire being into me, and I felt my own body convulse and tighten under him. I could not even control myself anymore; I made such ugly, wild noises of pleasure I’m sure that any of those who could hear heard me. My nether regions tightened, and I could feel him burst his seed deep inside of me. His release was so hard, I felt every twitch and pulse of his manhood, and it made my own pleasure double. We had made love in the way only savages could.

We stayed in that position for the rest of the day, and when his energy returned he would begin thrusting again. Our feral sexual acts lasted late into the night, and no one dared come near us till the next day. Doctor Itrad seemed very pleased with the progress we made that day, and Victor became as docile and pleasant as ever in the following classes. I continued to join them; however I always made sure to take the seat next to Victor from then on.

While our acts were never recorded, I stayed on to care for Victor well after Doctor Itrad had moved on. We moved into a small residency of the institute, and remained there until Victor’s death at the age of forty. I never knew a passion as the one I had with Victor, and while he never truly learned to speak, I knew in his heart his love for me. He was never truly civilized in his life, and I was never truly civilized after him.

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