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Bahamas, Day 6 – Thursday

I awoke the next morning to the sounds of wind blowing through the palm trees outside. After a quick shower, I walked down to the coffee shop up the road, ordered Jessica and I’s usual and picked up some fresh grounds and filters so I could brew some back in the hotel. I returned to the room, with Jessica still sound asleep. I placed her Frappuccino on the nightstand, and walked out to the patio, having a seat in my new favorite chair.

I sat in the cool morning sun for quite a while, allowing Jessica to rest. Eventually, she wakes, giving a big stretch before rising out of the bed. Jessica then puts on a pair of panties, grabs her coffee from the nightstand, then walks out to the patio to join me.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I state, watching my sexy girlfriend walk over to the chair next to me and have a seat, leaning back.

“Good morning, love. Sleep good?” Jessica inquired.

“Like a rock.”

“Good.” Jessica continued, “You are going to need your strength for today.”

“Oh yeah? What do you have planned?” I asked.

“We have a lunch date today. With Rey.”

“Oh yeah.”

“You forgot about the potential for another threesome? That’s not something most men forget.”

“Can you blame me? I have had so many firsts lately, I can barely keep up.”

“True. Well, lets finish our coffees, get ready, and head out. We are meeting her down in Nassau at the beach.”

With that, Jessica took a shower, got dressed, and put on her makeup. She put on a blue bikini top with a black bottom and slid into her white sundress. Once ready, we headed out of the hotel, grabbed a second coffee from the shop, and caught a taxi to take us into Nassau, dropping us off at the main entrance to the beach. Jessica found a picnic bench near the opening, so we sat down and waited for Rey to show.

“Is that her?” Jessica asked, pointing to a dark-haired woman up the boardwalk.

I turn my head around and look in the direction she was pointing. I catch a glimpse of a woman who looked familiar, and said, “I think so… Yep. That’s her.”

Rey is now waving at us, and we wave back. Standing up, Jessica reaches her arms out to embrace her new friend.

“How are you two doing? Been exploring a lot?” Rey asked.

We all three started walking down the boardwalk and onto the beach, Jessica catching up Rey on the last few days.

“Seriously!? You two have had quite the vacation! I can’t believe the young woman just stripped off her clothes in front of you both! Then you go to town on her? And you film it? Damn. That is so hot!”

“It was. And that happened the day after we met you.”

“Wow. So, what shenanigans do you two have planned today?”

I spoke up at this point, saying “Well we rather hoped you had an idea. We are the foreigners, after all. This is your island.”

“Way to put me on the spot. Give me a few. I can probably think of something.”

The three of us stopped at a little bar along the beach, ordered some drinks, and sat down in the beach chairs, looking out into the ocean. We sat there, talking about the trip, and consumed our drinks, enjoying the company.

“I’ve got it! I know what we can do!” Exclaimed Rey.

“Oh yeah? What is it?” Asked Jessica.

“Let’s go check out some of the other islands. I know my way around, and you two haven’t seen everything the Bahamas has to offer.”

“What do you think, baby?” Jessica asks me.

“Sounds great, but where are we going to rent a boat?”

Rey butts in, “Oh, we don’t need to rent one. I have one.”

“Wonderful! That sounds great!” Said Jessica.

“Then it’s settled. Let’s head to the store, gather some supplies, then head back to my house. We can hop in the boat and explore.”

We stopped by the store, gathered up some lunch and snack foods as well as a bottle of wine, some beer and a bag of ice, then headed to Rey’s house, a lovely little cottage just a block from the beach. We filled her cooler with the ice, food, and drinks, then carried the supplies down to the docks up the street from her house. Her boat was moored there, a nice 20-foot Bayliner, with an open bow and a tower with a wakeboard and skis mounted to it.

“Wakeboarding, huh? I haven’t done that in years!” I said, slightly jealous of the setup.

“How do you think I maintain this body? I certainly don’t get exercise like we got the other night very often. I come out here with a friend all the time. It’s always so much fun.”

“That’s so cool. Honey, we need a boat when we get back home. I want to learn how to ski.” Jessica remarked.

“Do you want to try today? I have the skis here. And It’s actually a lot easier than it looks.”

“Sure!”

“Great. Settled.”

We packed the boat with the supplies and headed out into the water, stopping at a dock to fuel up the boat. The dock looked familiar; with the boat we were in a few days ago just a couple spots down. We grabbed the fuel nozzle from the dockhand and started filling the tank. pendik escort Rey then started waving to someone up the dock, a shorter, fit blonde girl in her early 20’s.

“Hi Keira! How’s it going?” Rey asked.

“Good, love. How are you?” Keira responded.

“Great. My new friends and I are heading out to do some wakeboarding.”

“Oh, cool. Wait… Jessica? Jason?” Keira asked.

“Hi Keira! Great to see you!” Exclaimed Jessica.

Jessica hopped up onto the deck to give Keira a hug. Keira hugged back, clearly excited to see her again. I’m pretty sure I saw Keira reach around and grab Jessica’s ass.

Rey then interjects, saying, “how do you know each other?”

“We got some snorkeling lessons from her a couple days ago. She showed us this beautiful deserted beach. It was an amazing day!” Jessica said.

“Keira! You showed them the island? I was going to take them there!”

“Sorry, Rey. I had no clue you guys knew each other. If I had, I would have invited you along.”

“What are you doing today, Keira? Are you working?” Jessica asked.

“Actually, I just stopped by to grab a jump drive,” Keira said, giving Jessica and I a wink, “Then I was going to head back home and watch a video or something. No big plans for the day.

Rey jumped on the opportunity. “Well, you should come with us! You can show these two what wakeboarding should look like.”

Keira looked at Jessica and I, and seeing nods of approval from us both, she shrieked and jumped in the air, very excitedly.

“Boat’s all full of gas. Let’s get going!” I said.

The four of us hopped in the boat and pulled from the docks. We moved away from shore, finding a nice section of open water with no other boats around.

“Okay. Who’s up first?” Rey asked.

Jessica spoke up, “Keira, why don’t you go first. Show us how to do this.”

“Okay.” Keira replied. She then grabbed the wakeboard down from the tower while Rey attached the ski rope. Keira grabbed a life vest, strapped it on, and slid into the bindings of the wakeboard. She jumped off the back of the boat, and Rey started trolling the boat forward, tossing Keira the rope.

Once the rope was tight, Keira gave a nod of the head, and Rey hit the throttle. Just like that, Keira was up and out of the water, gliding across the beautiful blue ocean. She turned the board to move to the outside of the wake, then rapidly turned the other direction, hitting the lip of the wake, and soaring into the air, landing perfectly on the other side of the wake.

“Wow! That was incredible!” Jessica cheered on her new friend, shouting and whooping at this sight.

“You haven’t seen the half of it yet!” yelled Rey. “Keep watching!”

We watched Keira for several more jumps, her body manipulating the board and rope in a fluid act of art. Jump after jump, Keira popped off the wake and landed cleanly on the other side. She performed a backflip, a couple spins, and even a board grab. After these tricks, I was going to look like a rookie, but we were enjoying the day. Keira made one final jump, landed, then released the rope, skimming across the water until her momentum eased, sinking gently into the water.

We circled the boat around to pick her up, slowing down and shutting off the boat as we got close. I reeled in the rope and corralled it into a pile on the back deck. Keira slid out of the wakeboard bindings, handed the board to Rey, and climbed on the boat. Jessica went over and gave her a big hug as she stood up.

“That was amazing, Keira! I didn’t know people could do that!” Jessica exclaimed.

“Thanks Jess. I have been working on those moves for years. It takes time to figure this out. Who’s next?”

“Jason, would you like to go next?” asked Rey.

“Sure. I’m definitely not going to show up Keira, but I will give it a go.”

“Just have fun, my love. That’s all that is important.” Jessica told me.

I strapped into the board, slid on a life jacket, and fell off the back of the boat. Keira threw me the rope, and once the rope was tight to the boat, I gave the signal, and Rey hit the throttle. I popped out of the water for a brief second, then fell face-first as I leaned a little too far forward. The ladies circled the boat around, fed me the rope, and we tried again. This time, I managed to stand up, carefully watching my balance. After getting my bearing, I began to move outside the wake and back, but not trying to jump or do any tricks. This went on for a while, and once I had grown tired, I let go of the rope and the ladies swung back and picked me up.

“Good job, baby! That was so cool!” Jessica said as I climbed aboard. She hugged me as I moved toward a seat, pinching my butt.

“Thanks honey. That is such a good workout.”

“Okay, Jessica. Your turn!” Keira said while strapping the wakeboard back on the tower and grabbing the skis.

“Oh, I’m so nervous!” Exclaimed Jessica.

“Don’t be, honey. Just relax. Skiing is a lot easier than wakeboarding. All you have to do is hold on to escort pendik the rope, keep the ski tips pointing forward, stand up straight, and lean back. It’s super easy.” Keira instructed.

“Okay. Let’s do this.”

Jessica strapped on the life vest that Keira was wearing and sat on the back of the boat, sliding her feet into the ski bindings. Once in, she slid off the back of the boat and into the water. I tossed her the rope, and once it was taught, Rey held the boat at idle for a moment to let Jessica get a feel of the forces now working on her.

“You got this, baby! You can do it!” I shouted from my seat.

“I’m Ready!” Jessica yelled.

At that signal, Rey hit the gas, which was just slightly too much for Jessica to manage. The rope snapped from her hands, and she sunk back into the water.

We circled the boat around, Rey and Keira both gave more directions to Jessica, and we tried again. This time, Jessica held on to the rope, leaned back, and up she shot out of the water.

All three of us on the boat cheered her on. Jessica was skiing for her first time. About few seconds later, she seemed to lose balance, and fell on to her right side, letting go of the rope.

“That was awesome, baby! Great job!” I exclaimed as we circled back, very proud of my love.

“Wow! That was so much fun!” Yelled Jessica.

We gathered the skis, Jessica climbed back on board, and Keira took the drivers seat as Rey strapped into the skis and hopped in the water. I threw her the rope and Keira pulled away.

Rey popped right up on the first shot, clearly showing her expertise. She dipped over the wake, popped in the air a few times, and landed back on her skis. She clearly knew what she was doing, and after a while, grew tired and let go of the rope.

All four of us went a couple more times, with Keira showing her amazing skills, Jessica getting the hang of skiing, Rey switching to boarding, and myself remembering how to do it. After a couple hours of this, we decided to head over to a nearby island so we could grab lunch and have a few drinks.

We motored over to the island, with Rey steering the boat right onto the beach. The front of the boat was pressed into the sand, holding the boat there. Once beached, we grabbed the cooler and some beach towels, and picked a spot under some palm trees to setup our spot.

“That was so much fun! Thank you both for this.” Jessica said, appreciative of her new friends.

“Of course, hon. I live for this!” Keira stated.

“Me too,” replied Rey.

We all sat on the beach for a while, eating our lunch and having a few beers. Once we had our fill, Keira and Rey stood up and started walking down the beach, ducking behind a few palm trees just a little ways away.

“What do you think they are doing?” Jessica asked.

“Probably fucking,” I retorted.

“Jason! Wait, do you really think so?” she asked.

“Maybe. I don’t know. Why don’t you go find out?”

“That would be so hot. Two young, nubile women, fingering each other out in the sun. I would much like to see that.”

Jessica got up from her towel, reached her hand out to me, and pulled me up. We walked down the beach to see what the girls were up to. Upon approaching, we saw Rey on her knees, her face buried in Keira’s pussy, going to town.

“Damn, that is hot,” exclaimed Jessica.

Both Keira and Rey jumped at our sudden intrusion.

Keira was the first to respond. “Sorry, guys. I was just so horny. I couldn’t wait any more.”

“Well, don’t let us stop you.” I said.

Rey took this to heart, turning her head back and resuming her pussy eating. Keira gave a moan of pleasure, and Jessica walked over to the women and started kissing Keira on the lips. Jessica removed Keira’s top, fondling her breasts while kissing her. I stood there watching, getting very hard, but not wanting this spectacular scene to stop.

Keira moved her hands to Jessica, untying her bikini top, sliding it over her head, and pressing her bottoms down her legs. Keira then moved her fingers to Jessica’s pussy, rubbing her clit.

Jessica told Rey to stand up. Rey acknowledged, stood up, and slipped out of her bikini, then Jessica slid her hand down to Rey’s pussy, pressing one finger inside. Rey then led her hand to Keira, and all three women began fingering each other, using their free hand to explore each other’s bodies.

The three of them worked together to bring each other to orgasm, with Rey eating out Keira, Keira fingering Jessica, and eventually Jessica fingering Rey. The three of them looked so majestic in this lesbian orgy, I slid my shorts off and started stroking my cock. Keira noticed this, and once she had come, directed the other two’s attention towards me. All three of them began to walk towards me, with Jessica approaching first, dropping to her knees, and wrapping her mouth around my cock. Keira and Rey approached on either side of Jessica, and started touching my body, rubbing their hands over my chest and down my sides. Keira directed pendik escort bayan my hand down her body to her mound and pushed it down farther until my fingers were pressing into her pussy. Rey followed suit, and the four of us were there, feeling each other’s bodies and giving each other pleasure.

“Jesus Christ, I must be dreaming,” I said, “I must be dreaming.”

“I assure you, you are not.” Keira whispered in my ear, taking a nibble on my earlobe.

Pressure was building from within me, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. I signaled for Jessica to slow down, so she pulled my cock from her mouth and stood up. Keira and Rey then took action, moving their attention from me to Jessica. The three of them started making out, feeling up each other’s bodies, and then Keira grabbed their hands and started walking, leading them back to the towels. Jessica grabbed me by the dick and pulled me along, guiding my movements to follow.

When back at the towels, Jessica laid down on the towels, and Keira positioned herself between Jessica’s legs. Keira began eating out my girlfriend. Jessica began moaning in pleasure.

“Oh yeah. Oh yeah. That’s it. Rey, come here. Sit on my face.” Jessica exclaimed, pure ecstasy flowing through her body.

Rey moved on her command, kneeling down over her, lowering her pussy to Jessica’s mouth. Jessica moved her head up to meet and began licking her pussy. Immediately, Rey started moaning.

I sat back for a brief moment to watch this. My beautiful woman being eaten out by a beautiful blond, and eating out a beautiful brunette. The sight was something else.

Keira motioned for me to come closer, and as I did, she grabbed my cock and started jerking it. She then signaled for me to move behind her. I looked at Jessica for approval, but she was occupied with Rey. I then moved behind Keira, and Keira reached through her legs and grabbed my cock, positioning it right at her pussy lips. Keira pulled me close, pushing the head to her slit. She let out a moan, which caught Jessica’s attention. Jessica Looked down towards us, saw me behind Keira, and smiled. This was all the approval I needed.

I placed my hands on Keira’s hips, and pressed my hips towards her. My cock slid inside Keira, the third different pussy I felt on this trip. I pressed as deep as I could go, and once all the way in, Keira gave a slight jump forward, pressing her mouth harder into Jessica.

For the next several minutes, there was nothing but moaning and other sounds of pleasure escaping us, the four of us enjoying this little orgy. While fucking Keira from behind, I looked up and saw Rey squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples, and saw her tense up, my woman giving her a fantastic orgasm. This set off a chain of pleasure, with Jessica the next to let go. She moaned so loud, giving in to the pleasure. I had never heard her moan so loud, which sent me up to the edge, passing over when I felt Keira’s pussy tightening on my cock. I pulled out of Keira, unwilling to cum inside of her, and shot my load across her back. A few spurts actually shot all the way to Jessica, landing on her stomach. Keira finished herself off while I came, moaning into Jessica’s pussy. The four of us just had big orgasms, and when we were done, we all collapsed onto the towels, waves of pleasure flowing through us.

Jessica shifted over to me, placing her head on my chest. Keira and Rey followed suit, placing their heads on my other shoulder and my stomach. I was the pillow for three beautiful women and reveled in every moment. We all laid there for a while, soaking up the sun and relaxing in the cool breeze.

“I just thought of something,” announced Rey, breaking the silence between us, “This isn’t the same island you three were on a couple days ago. This island gets a lot more traffic. I wonder if anyone saw us?”

“Huh. I hadn’t thought of that,” said Keira, “Well, if they did, they got a good show.”

“Hear hear,” I said, taking a deep breath, “That was one hell of a show.”

“Yeah. Good performance. Oscar winning, if I say so myself,” said Jessica, her heart rate returning to normal. “Damn ladies, that was awesome. How have I not explored other women in my past?”

“Don’t know, but you do work like a seasoned pro.” Said Rey.

Jessica smiled, sat up, and kissed Rey on the forehead. Then leaned over and did the same to Keira, then up and kissed me on the lips.

We all laid there for a little while longer, and after our pleasure had subsided, we all drank another beer, and waded into the ocean, the ladies splashing each other and giggling and laughing. After a few minutes of fun, we put our bathing suits back on, hopped back in the boat, and took off from the island. On the way back, Keira got back on the wakeboard, jumping and flipping her way around, and as we approached the main island, she climbed back in and we docked back at our starting point.

Once we cleaned up our mess from the boat, we were walking down the dock, myself carrying the much lighter cooler, and the ladies carrying the towels and other supplies. It was now approaching dinner time, so we all agreed to head back to our own places, freshen up, and meet back downtown for a night on the town, starting with dinner.

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I’d only been out of prison for a short while and times were hard, not least because I didn’t have any regular work. I’d said goodbye to my business in London; there didn’t seem a lot of point in hanging on to it while I served my sentence and it wasn’t as if people were going to come rushing to buy from an antique and art dealer who’d been convicted of selling faked paintings. Luckily, a friend took the business off my hands for a price that was fair in the circumstances, by which I mean that he didn’t try to rip me off as much as other people might have done.

Equally luckily, all this happened before they changed the law to allow the police to seize the ill-gotten proceeds of crime, so I had a bit of money hidden away. But, all in all, there wasn’t a vast amount and it wasn’t going to last, so when the phone rang and an interesting proposition was put to me, I really couldn’t afford to ignore it. And, as it turned out, I’m remarkably glad I didn’t.

But before I tell you about that, maybe I ought to explain how I came to be in this situation. The fact is that I’d trained as a painter but I’d ended up hating the art world – dishonest artists, greedy dealers, foolish buyers, ignorant critics, the whole bloody lot of them. As far as I was concerned, they were all parasites. I certainly had no interest in modern art – putting a coil of barbed wire in a gallery or a few gaudy-coloured shapes daubed on a canvas does not make a work of art – but there was little money in traditional painting.

I’d made a decent-enough living from my antiques business and from cleaning and restoring old paintings, something at which I became very skilled, but it wasn’t really what I wanted to do. I wanted to paint, like my boyhood heroes – Turner, Constable, Degas, Matisse, Modigliani, Palmer and more. I learned about the techniques and materials that artists had used down the ages and I experimented with them to produce similar effects in my own work.

The crunch came when I was in a gallery one day and overheard one particularly obnoxious buyer who was clearly out to impress his lady friend with his artistic knowledge, despite the fact that he was completely ignorant of anything but money. I got home, set up my easel, and, within a few days, I had produced a passable imitation of a well-known artist’s work. It wouldn’t have passed scrutiny by an expert but it showed the possibilities. The obnoxious buyer would certainly have fallen for it.

Over the next few weeks I tried again, but this time more patiently, putting a lot more care into the work, getting everything absolutely right. My aim was not to copy an existing painting but to produce one that looked as though a long-dead famous artist might have painted it.

I was careful never to suggest that the painting was by the famous artist himself; if anyone asked, I would simply wonder if it might have been done by one of his pupils or a copyist. The important thing was not to be greedy. Claim that you’ve found a lost Old Master and you’ll have every expert in the world crawling over it with a fine toothcomb. That would be asking for trouble.

I was banking, of course, on the fact that someone would think it was far too good to be by a mere pupil; they would pay a couple of thousand to get it, in the hope that might just turn out to be the real thing, worth hundreds of thousands, if not millions. And, if the worst came to the worst, they’d got a decent picture to hang over the mantelpiece. There are so many people out there who cannot resist what they’ve convinced themselves is a bargain, especially if they think they’re putting one over on the seller. And, as the seller, you know you’ve got a sucker as soon as you see the greed in their eyes. They just can’t hide it.

I’m sure you don’t expect me to reveal the ways in which I sold my paintings but, because they had to be inventive, I had to vary them and that was the problem. One day, against my better judgement, I put a painting in an auction – I needed the money a bit too urgently. I played down its origins, of course, but the auctioneer was convinced that it was just too good, too perfect. He was sure he was either sitting on something worth millions or a very clever fake and, rather than risk his reputation, he decided to get to the bottom of it. And the bottom of it wasn’t pretty.

Two gentlemen arrived at my shop and asked if I wouldn’t mind accompanying them to the police station to help with some inquiries they were making.

The judge was merciless. I had threatened to undermine the entire basis of the art market and he sent me down for five years. The irony is that my fakes are now worth a fair amount in their own right and, if someone had kept one, they’d have made a good return on their investment. And more recently there have even been a few cases of people faking my fakes! I suppose that’s a compliment of sorts.

Back then, though – when I came out of prison – I needed to earn a living as best I could, so I was definitely intrigued when the tuzla escort phone rang one day and a terribly posh male voice asked me if I might be interested in a proposition. I played it casually at first, though, fearful that I was being set up. The newspapers love to do that sort of thing; I could see the headlines – “Convicted faker back at old tricks”.

The caller identified himself as Sir Robert Haselton-Price, the seventh baronet and head of the family that owned Sittaford Hall, a stately home in Devon that was somewhat past its best. The family had once been wealthy and powerful but, over the years, their circumstances had become more reduced, which is not to say that they were poor by any means. I’m sure you’ve all heard the old joke about the posh family that had fallen on hard times: the daddy was poor, the mummy was poor, the children were poor, and even the butler was poor. The Haselton-Prices were like that.

Like most big country houses, Sittaford’s walls were adorned with portraits of long-dead family ancestors but there were none of the current generation. Sir Robert was blunt. ‘I don’t want one of those dreadful modern things even I could afford it. I want something traditional and I’m told you’re the man to talk to. A dab hand at cleaning up old pictures, too, and from what I hear you could do with the work. Interested?’

I knew exactly what he meant. He’d guessed how badly I needed the work and he wouldn’t have to pay me very much. However, beggars can’t be choosers, as they say, and the upshot was that I drove down to Devon a day or two later to spend a few days finding out exactly what the job would entail.

I arrived at Sittaford Hall late in the afternoon. Sir Robert had suggested that I stay at the Hall and the maid who answered the door showed me up to my room. She said that when I’d had a chance to freshen up after my journey, I should make my way down to the Library, where I would find Sir Robert.

When I entered the room Sir Robert greeted me warmly and thanked me for coming. We sat in a couple of armchairs and talked over his requirements. First and foremost was the grand family group – himself, his wife and their two daughters – plus some individual portraits. Then, in a conspiratorial whisper, he revealed that he had a mistress living in the nearby town and he rather fancied having a painting of her. It would have to be hidden in his private study at the Hall but it would, and he hoped I would agree to quite a revealing pose.

‘Of course, of course’, I answered, hoping very much that the lady in question would pose for me in person and that I wouldn’t just be given a photograph or, worse still, be asked to put her face on a fictitious body.

Sir Robert then took me upstairs to show me a room in a tower that he hoped would prove suitable as a studio. It was, indeed, ideal, with windows on the south, east and west sides to provide plenty of natural light, but it badly needed a good clean. He arranged for one of the maids to work on it the next day. With everything agreed, Sir Robert announced that pre-dinner drinks would be at seven and he left me to unpack my things from the car.

Promptly at seven o’clock I made my way downstairs to the drawing room. Standing next to Sir Robert was one of the loveliest women imaginable – medium height, elegant, slim and with brunette hair cascading over her shoulders and the most wonderful pair of brown eyes I have ever seen.

‘My wife, Lady Haselton-Price, Cassandra.’

‘Cassie’, she corrected him, ‘and my husband is Bob’, she added, giving him a stern look.

After a wonderful meal we retired to the drawing room. Cassie poured coffee and Bob asked if I would like a drink to go with it. I insisted on a small one; it had been a long day and I was feeling weary enough without the aid of too much alcohol. He poured himself a large glass of brandy and placed it on the table by his chair and left the decanter beside it too.

The evening passed splendidly. Bob and Cassie were the perfect hosts, taking a great interest in my work and even more interest in my experiences of my trial and my time in prison. I don’t suppose they had a jailbird to stay very often. They, in turn, told me about their two daughters, Amanda, the eldest, and Rachel. Rachel had just turned eighteen and was in her first term at university. Amanda was in her mid-twenties; she was married and lived with her husband Richard in a house on the estate. Bob made absolutely no effort to hide his disdain for Richard and I suspected that Carrie was disappointed in him too but she was less inclined to show it. As I was later to discover, Richard initially seemed to be full of promise but, when it really came down to it, the promise turned out to be so much hot air.

We talked about the paintings that Bob and Cassie wanted from me. The family group might be a problem; it was a question of getting everyone together. I could, of course, paint the background and add each person separately but I feared some loss of the tuzla escort bayan family dynamic if I did that.

As the evening went on, I noticed that Bob refilled his glass at frequent intervals and his voice became increasingly slurred. By 10 o’clock, with the decanter almost drained, he was extremely drunk and incapable of coherent conversation.

I suggested that maybe it was time for me to go to bed but as I stood to leave Bob insisted that I stay a while longer. His tone was no longer that of the genial host but veering towards that of a bully who was determined to have his own way. Cassie looked at me apologetically. Her beautiful brown eyes that had been sparkling at the beginning of the evening were now beginning to show signs of distress. It was obvious that Bob’s drunkenness was a frequent occurrence that she had to put up with.

‘I’m sorry, Bob does tend to enjoy a little too much to drink in the evenings.’ she said quietly, lowering her eyes, but not quietly enough.

‘Sorry, what do you mean sorry?’ Bob rasped in a tone that was unmistakably bitter. ‘Are you complaining again, woman?’ He turned towards me, his eyes desperately trying to get me into focus. ‘Do you see what I have to put up with,’ he slurred, ‘just because I like a drink after dinner. Isn’t a man allowed to drink in his own home these days?’

He struggled to get up out of his chair and almost immediately began to topple over as his legs buckled beneath him. ‘Damned carpet, always tripping over it. Must get it fixed. Give me a hand will you.’

I moved forward and took hold of his arm to steady him. I looked towards Cassie. She nodded, as if to confirm my actions, and then smiled back at me in what I took to be a token of thanks. Then she raised her eyes towards the ceiling in silent suggestion that I might help her husband upstairs to his room. I guided him towards the foot of the staircase.

‘Good man, good man,’ he kept on muttering as I did so.

Getting him up the stairs was no easy matter. I held his arm with one hand to steady him while I placed the other in the centre of his back and propelled him upwards. Cassie followed at a discreet distance behind, not wanting to agitate her husband further. As we reached the top of the stairs she passed by us and continued along the corridor until she reached what I took to be his bedroom. She opened the door and led the way in, quickly turning down his bedclothes before we reached the bed.

I sat Bob on the edge of his bed, keeping him upright while Cassie removed his jacket and tie before unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off him. I then laid him flat on the bed. Cassie took off his shoes and socks and then unzipped his trousers. Between us we managed to slide them off him. I rolled him over into the recovery position and then Cassie pulled the bedclothes up over him. I left the room and she followed, turning out the light and closing the door behind her.

We went back down the stairs and returned to the drawing room. Cassie picked up Bob’s glass and the decanter and placed them both on a silver tray on top of the sideboard, as if to remove the evidence of what had just taken place.

She turned to me, with the faintest hint of moistening in her eyes.

‘I am so sorry for that,’ she said. ‘It was such a lovely evening. He always has to spoil things. But thank you for your help. Normally I just have to leave him there and go to bed. The staff go home after dinner and I can’t get him up the stairs on my own. If I try, he gets so angry.’

I murmured a ‘you’re welcome’ in reply, before adding ‘I really should be getting to bed myself, it’s been a very long day.’

She nodded but moved closer to me.

I put my hands on her upper arms and held her gently as I kissed her on each cheek in turn but, as I went to pull away, she turned her face towards me and planted her lips on mine. Her hands took hold of my waist and pulled me against her and I put my hands round her back, tightening our embrace. I could feel her warm body pressed against me and I felt my cock stirring. I was sure she must be able to feel it too.

Our mouths locked and our tongues met. I put one hand behind her neck, drawing her face tightly to mine. With the other I brushed lightly across her breast. I felt her hardening nipple through the material of her dress, her small breasts clearly needing no bra. Sensing no resistance to this move, I cupped her breast in my hand, holding it firmly, caressing her nipple between my thumb and my palm.

Cassie broke away from our kiss. Her lips moved close to my ear. ‘Do you really want to sleep alone?’ she said softly. ‘It’s been so long. My husband hasn’t fucked me for many months. I want to be fucked, I want you to fuck me, I need you to fuck me.’ Coming from one who was, until just a few minutes before, the very model of refined elegance, the word and its repetition came as a surprise. It must have shown. ‘I don’t make a habit of this,’ she whispered urgently. ‘I’ve never felt escort tuzla like this before.’

I thought about taking her up to bed but it was a case of seizing the moment. With the hand that had been on her neck, I began to feel for the zip on the back of her dress. I breathed a small sigh of relief when it offered no resistance to being undone. The last thing I needed just then was a recalcitrant zip. The dress fell forward from her shoulders. We moved apart so that it could fall to the floor and she could step out of it. I picked it up and placed it over the back of an armchair. She stood there in front of me in lacy panties, hold ups, and shoes. She crossed her arms over her breasts in slight embarrassment.

‘I’m not used to having a man look at me’, she offered in explanation.

‘You’re very beautiful. You’ve no need to be embarrassed.’

I took her arms and put them down by her sides, before reaching out to each of her breasts, touching the nipples, taking them between my forefingers and thumbs. They were hard, aroused. She moaned as I tugged gently on them, then her moans turned into groans. I bent down and took one of her nipples in my mouth. I grasped it between my teeth and stretched it as I flicked my tongue over its tip. I felt her shudder. Then I moved my mouth to the other.

‘Oh god, you’re making me so wet,’ she breathed. ‘You don’t know how long it is since I’ve felt like this.’

I slipped my hand inside her panties. She was unshaved but neatly trimmed. I cupped her mound in my palm and, as I let my fingers trail across her labia, I could feel the wetness seeping out. Her lips were parted, swollen with desire. My longest finger moved between them, separating and opening them, and there was no resistance as it slid inside the warm wetness of her vagina. My thumb, meanwhile, sought out and began teasing the swollen bud of her clit.

Her forehead rested on my chest as she enjoyed the sensations of my probing hand and her moans became almost continuous. I removed my hand and took hold of the sides of her panties, sliding them down her legs. Kneeling before her I slipped off each shoe in turn to allow me to ease the panties over her feet. I stayed on my knees for a few moments to savour the sex that was only inches in front of my eyes. Then I stood and held her at arms’ length before me, taking in all of her near-naked beauty.

I took her gently by the arm and led her over to one of the armchairs. I sat her back in it and then, taking each of her legs in turn, draped them over its arms, leaving her totally open and exposed to my gaze. Her outer labia were widely parted; between them, her inner labia were small and, with her legs spread so far apart, that left the opening to her vagina gaping open and the clit just above it very visible.

I knelt in front of her, looking at her, studying her closely, and then, with her watching my every movement, I stood up and began to undress. I saw her breathing intensify with her growing passion. She trailed her fingers across her hole and plunged them in – they came out again coated in her wetness and she put them to her mouth, licking off the juices with her tongue. That was such an erotic sight. She did it again, but this time she offered her fingers up to my mouth and I lapped up the taste of her.

My shirt was already discarded. I slipped off my shoes and socks and then unfastened my trouser belt and lowered the zip. My trousers fell to the floor of their own accord and I stepped out of them. Cassie’s eyes were now focussed on my trunks which, even if I say it myself, had quite an impressive bulge in the front. I slid the trunks down my legs and my cock popped free, standing proud and erect.

‘God, it’s been ages since I’ve seen one of those’, Cassie said. She reached out with her hand to grasp it and draw it towards her. She leaned forward and I stood in front of her. She looked closely at me and then opened her mouth and lowered it over the head of my cock. She used her lips and tongue to explore and caress my glans with an unexpected degree of expertise given her recent lack of experience. In fact, I very soon had to stop her for fear that I was going to cum in her mouth.

Instead, I knelt before her and applied my mouth to her sex. I licked her all the way up from her perineum to her clit, playing with her inner labia on the way and probing the entrance to her vagina with my tongue. Then I began to stimulate her clit head with my tongue and teased the shaft between my fingers.

Cassie began to gasp with pleasure as my tongue and fingers continued their work. I’d rested my forearms on the arms of the chair and she grabbed hold of them, forcing herself back in the chair as if trying to escape from the mounting sensations. Then, suddenly, she threw her head back and her back arched. The gasps became groans, punctuated with sharp exhalations of breath. She certainly wasn’t loud; whether that was normal for her or whether she was simply conscious of her husband being upstairs, I don’t know. She fell back into the armchair while she recovered her breath. She pushed me away from her sex and cupped it with her own hand, pressing down for a few moments, as if to relieve the acute sensations.

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Hi all you Ski Bunny fans! Here is the next chapter in our European tour. This one should have been entitled ‘Ski Bunny does Berlin!’

Sorry its taken sooo long but hey, a girl’s gotta have a life too!

Here we go, I really hope you all enjoy it…

A huge rainstorm tainted our morning arrival in Berlin, and as the train pulled into Bahnhof Zoo station the clouds seemed to just open up. We had certainly picked the wrong day to travel and had to stand in line for a taxi. As we waited we saw Erik scurrying along the sidewalk in the pouring rain, trying desperately to shelter under his backpack. We shouted and waved over to him but he didn’t hear us. We didn’t have our normal luggage with us and had both dressed conservatively for the day. I had chosen a simple but sexy little black dress made from a shiny jacquard print material. It was a tube style that was just above knee length and fitted snugly around my breasts and waist with no flare at all in the skirt. I had a tailored black jacket over the top and some black 3-inch heeled pumps. For lingerie I had a matching set of black satin bra, panties and garter belt along with some natural sheer glossy stockings. I had my long blonde hair scrunched up in a white pearlescent hair-grip, leaving some long wispy strands dangling seductively down at the back, and had applied a just little light make-up for the day. My nails were finished in shiny pastel pink polish, and I had some simple gold jewelry, a gold necklace and bracelet set along with some 1-inch gold hoop earnings. Kim had gone for a similar look and was wearing a pure white skirt suit over a black shiny satin top that complemented her beautifully sleek shiny hair. She had a white necklace and bracelet set and like me, had some natural sheer glossy stockings but white 3-inch heeled pumps. Stood together we looked quite formal and business-like, although in the damp morning air we had to huddle together to keep warm.

The taxi line up was full of businessmen and as we stood huddling and shivering together we felt a large overcoat being wrapped around our shoulders from behind. We immediately felt the warmth from the heavy coat as it easily wrapped around our petite bodies. We turned around to see who had done it and behind us stood a very tall and distinguished looking gentleman who then spoke something in German to us.

“Sorry, we don’t speak German” I replied softly, looking up into his eyes.

“Ah, you were cold, Ya?” he asked.

“Actually, yes we were, thank you” replied Kim.

“I could not let two such pretty fraulines’ shiver in this unpleasant weather” he replied in a heavy German accent.

“Thanks so much,” I said, fluttering my eyes at him.

A big grin flashed over his face and he said that it was his pleasure.

We chatted with him as we waited but soon it was our turn for a taxi. We returned his coat and he immediately drew it to his nose and inhaled our sweet scent. “Delightful” he said!

Our taxi whisked us to the Four Seasons Hotel and we scurried inside to the reception desk with our overnight bags. We had reserved a suite but when we asked about out luggage we were greeted with a blank look.

“We did arrange for our luggage to be delivered directly to our room,” said Kim.

“I’m sorry madam, I know nothing about it” replied the receptionist.

“Well, can you check please” she asked.

A few calls later the receptionist came back looking a little nervous.

“I’m sorry Madam, but it appears your luggage has not yet arrived.”

“Well where the hell is it!” shouted Kim, getting more than a little stressed out by this time.

“We do not know,” she replied, “the railway station has no record of it arriving.”

“You gotta be kidding me! What do you mean no record? We had it delivered to the station in Copenhagen to accompany us on the train journey, somebody had better find it and Fast!” she shouted, “tell them to go and check again.” She was really stressed now!

The receptionist scurried away like a scalded cat to make some more calls.

I was giggling at Kim’s antics by this stage, as she got more and more hot and bothered by the situation.

She noticed me giggling and shouted, “And what are you laughing at!”

At that I giggled even more and had to grip onto the reception desk to stop from falling over.

As she watched me giggle she seemed to calm down and I saw a look of amusement sweep over her face.

“I’m glad you find it funny” she laughed, “what are we going to do without our luggage and clothes?”

“We could always go shopping?” I replied.

“Oh Nikki, what a good idea” she exclaimed.

Just then the receptionist returned, “I’m sorry but your luggage is still on route from Copenhagen. They sent it on a later train so it will be here this afternoon,” she said.

“Oh well, I suppose that’s Ok” said Kim, flicking back her hair “anyway, is there any chance that you could get tickets for the concert this evening?” she asked cheekily.

The bursa escort receptionist said she would try so Kim took our suite key and we both headed off towards the elevators with the bus boys carrying our small overnight bags. As we swayed along together taking dainty little steps in our tight skirts our heels were clicking on the hard floor. My loose wisps of hair were flowing behind me as I tottered along, and we both certainly attracted many admiring glances from the men in the reception area.

“Can you feel their eyes undressing us!” whispered Kim in my ear.

“Yeah, isn’t it cool!” I giggled.

Our suite was really classy and very luxurious. It had a wonderful view out to the Friedrichstadt cathedral and was full of beautiful antique furniture and other elegant trimmings. “Wow” we both gasped as we went inside and saw how sumptuous it was. We had a good snoop around but were distracted when the phone rang. Kim was nearest so answered it.

“Oh that’s good” I heard her exclaim “how much? Well, thank you so much!”

Hanging up she said, “She’s managed to get some tickets for us!”

“Awesome” I cried “we had better shop for something appropriate to wear, we can’t go to a rock concert dressed like this!”

“Why, what’s wrong with this?” she asked innocently.

“I guess you’ve never been to a rock concert before,” I exclaimed, “we’re dressed far too business like for that. Have you ever seen how rock chicks dress?”

“Not really,” she replied.

“We need lots of black leather and lace!” I replied, “and it’s got to be tight and skimpy too, they really dress to tease!”

“Sounds perfect for us!” she laughed, “Lets go shopping then!”

By now the rain had stopped so we hit the Ku’Damm shopping area on the hunt for something to wear for the evening. The shopping was fantastic, with fashions varying widely from very conservative to hard Punk, and we were both in heaven rummaging around in the many boutiques and stores. We eventually stumbled upon a store that had just what we were looking for. It specialized in leather and PVC clothing ranging from standard leather clothes up to really racy leather and PVC fashions.

“Wow, lets get one of everything!” exclaimed Kim as we went in and saw what the store had.

“Well, that’s a little extravagant isn’t it?” I giggled, “we’ve got to haul it around Europe with us don’t forget!”

There was only one sales guy in the store and he certainly had an effeminate air about him, dressed in tight leather pants and a tight cap sleeved white ribbed T-shirt. When he saw us come in to the store I’m sure he thought we had wandered into the wrong place dressed the way we were. We excitedly searched through the racks for just the right thing and started to pull out stuff to try on. We soon had quite a pile of sexy leather and PVC garments. We had both been working on our figures and could squeeze into a very petite size 6, and since my many trips to the plastic surgeon I still fill out women’s clothes with sexy bumps in all of the right places so was really excited about trying the stuff on.

“Can we try these?” I asked the sales guy.

“Of course” he said, “use any of the fitting rooms at the back”.

Kim and I hurried to the back of the store, eager to try the sexy clothes.

We chose a large fitting room and eagerly started to take off our own clothes until we were both eventually down to our bra, panties, garter belt, stockings and shoes. The anticipation had my cock raging hard inside my skimpy satin panties.

“Oh Kim” I whispered, “I’m all aroused just at the thought of this.”

“I can see,” she giggled, “and I’m all wet just looking at it!”

“Little hussy!” I giggled back at her.

I felt her hand playfully slap my butt as she said, “Hey, your no better, you’re turning into a bit of a tart yourself!”

I turned to face her trying to compose a look of shock but she didn’t give me chance as she immediately pulled my face to hers as she kissed me hard on the lips. I could taste her sweet mouth and lipstick and soon our tongues were chasing each other around. She pulled back slightly and licked gently all around my lips. The soft wet sensation was out of this world. I returned the favor and delighted in the taste of her lipstick as I slowly traced the outline of her lips with my tongue. I could feel her breasts pressing against mine, and my nipples immediately hardened at the touch. Without breaking our kiss Kim reached up and removed my hairgrip, causing my long blonde locks to tumble seductively down over my shoulders and face. The soft caress of my hair brushing against my naked skin caused me to shiver in delight.

“Oh Nikki,” she gasped “I wish I could feel you inside me now!”

“Mmmm” I agreed as I slipped one hand down inside her panties and my other hand moved up to her breasts and started to caress them. She groaned in delight as my long pink lacquered nails found her wet pussy and clit. By now her hand had slipped inside my bursa escort bayan panties and she had wrapped her delicate fingers around my hot hard cock while her other hand was gently massaging my firm breast and hard nipples. We both groaned in delight as we caressed each other but still had our lips locked together in a passionate kiss. We both realized that we really needed to start trying on some of the clothes that we had picked, so we turned to look over the huge pile of clothes we had selected, rummaging through to find the first thing to try on. We spent ages in the changing room trying on everything and by the end we had two piles of clothes, one small one that was the stuff we didn’t want, and a huge pile containing everything we intended to get.

We decided to try on again the outfits that we had picked for that evening. Kim had picked a tight shiny black leather low rider mini skirt that had a studded trim on the hip band and a matching leather halter neck crop top. It revealed a lot of her belly and midriff and looked really sexy on her. I had picked a shiny black leather flared dress that had immediately caught my eye when I first spotted it. I could hear Kim wriggling around behind me as she squeezed into the tight leather skirt so I started with my risqué little dress. I slid it over my head and slowly slipped it down around my waist. The dress fitted really snugly, especially around my waist and breasts, just the way I liked it. The front of the dress was finished in a strapped corset style that really squeezed my breasts together to form a deep cavernous cleavage. The back of the dress was very low cut and plunged away under my arms to produce a deep but sexy low cut back, revealing lots of smooth creamy flesh. The dress also had two straps that were attached at the front, passed over my shoulders and crossed at the back before attaching at the sides. I laced up the front of the dress and could see that if I was going to wear it I would definitely have to go bra-less as my black bra could be clearly seen through the gaps in the corset style front. I pulled the dress down, unfastened my bra and let my luscious breasts swing free. I pulled the dress back over them and adjusted the straps and lacing to make sure it showed my deep cleavage. Then I smoothed the skirt down around my legs. The skirt was really quite short and just covered my stocking tops. I wriggled around until I was comfortable and glanced across at my reflection in the mirror again. ‘Wow’ I thought to myself ‘you look hot in this little number girlfriend!’

I bent forward to let my long blonde locks fall forward and then quickly flicked my hair back as I stood up again to give my delicate hair some volume. As my soft hair settled gently over my shoulders I shivered with delight again at its sensual touch. My hair now looked really glamorous, but wearing this dress the overall look was quite sluty! The only problem was my shoes and stockings. My stockings definitely needed to be black and my 3-inch heeled pumps were not raunchy enough for this outfit. As I stood admiring my reflection in the mirror I felt Kim’s hand slide around my waist and felt her nuzzle gently at my neck and ear. The sensation was really nice so I leant my head to one side to let her to suck and nibble at little more at my neck.

“God, you look hot. Good enough to eat!” she whispered.

I turned to face her and saw her in her outfit for the first time. The leather skirt fit her like a second skin and the little leather top looked really raunchy. She had kept her bra on underneath but I bet she wouldn’t be wearing it later tonight!

“And look at you!” I gasped, “but what about our shoes, we can’t wear the ones we have on now, they’re far to sensible for these outfits.”

“Your right Nikki” she replied, “I wonder if this store also has shoes?”

“Let’s ask,” I said.

We opened the door and walked out of the changing area into the main store. We were still the only customers and when the sales guy saw us his eyes nearly popped from his head.

“You like?” I teased, doing a little twirl so that my skirt flared up just enough to reveal my stocking tops.

“Ya!” he replied.

“Do you sell shoes here?” asked Kim.

“Ya, in the back room” he replied, “let me show you.”

He took us to a room at the back of the store where the shoes and boots were displayed.

Now it was our turn to be in shock as the shoes and boots they sold were amazing! They had the very styles that we both loved, very high spiky heels and platforms.

Well you know me, I rushed over to the shoes with the highest heels that they had! They were a pair of black platform style sandals. The platform was two and a half inches tall and the spiky heel was an awesome eight and half inches. They were called ‘extreme’ and certainly lived up to their name as they had the highest heels I had ever seen!

“Wow, I’ve just got to try these!” I said excitedly.

Kim knelt in front of me and helped to unfasten the straps escort bursa and slip the shoes on my smooth nylon clad feet. My delicate pink varnished toenails looked really pretty against the shiny black shoes and as soon as Kim had fastened the ankle straps I stood up. I was really eager to see how I looked in them and started to rush over to the mirror but soon started to wobble on the high platforms and huge heels. In my rush I lost my balance altogether and started to tumble, luckily the sales guy was close by and he caught me. My long blonde hair was draped all over his head, my skirt was up around my waist, revealing my sexy garter belt and stocking clad legs but more worrying my soft satin panties and the tell-tale large bulge in them. With my breasts firmly planted in his face and my soft hair strewn all over him I hoped that he had not seen my hard cock throbbing in its soft panty cell as I quickly smoothed my dress back down over my cock. The whole episode had Kim giggling like a schoolgirl on a chocolate overdose. As he helped me back to my feet his hands were all over my body, especially my butt and breasts.

“Thank you” I said softly, fluttering my eyes at him as I regained my balance. He just grinned and nodded as I tottered away.

As I walked around and got used to the new shoes my hair tumbled softly back and forth across the naked flesh of my back, making goose bumps stand on me again. Even today the sensual feeling of that still gets me excited, and I feel sorry for guys who will never experience it. To walk safely in these shoes I really had to exaggerate my hip and butt sway. I made my way to the full-length mirror to check out how I looked. My shiny nylon clad legs looked even longer and shapelier than ever, what with the very short dress and extra high heels. My hair was a little messed up but all I really needed was some raunchy make up, nail coloring and black stockings and I was good to go. I looked so hot that my cock immediately grew harder. Jeez how I wanted to fuck myself, what an odd feeling that is!

“Oh Yes!” I gasped “I like these, I like these a lot!”

“Nikki, they make your legs look so shapely,” gushed Kim, nearly as excited as I was.

“I’ve just got to have them,” I said flatly.

“Help me find some,” said Kim.

“Do you want them as high as these”? I asked.

“Of course!” she laughed.

Kim picked up a pair of seven and a half inch heeled sandals. The platform was made from shiny silver and the straps were finished in a sparkling diamante effect. Kim sat down and I knelt before her and helped her fit them. The smell of her new leather skirt and sweet perfume smelt intoxicating and I couldn’t wait to see her in them, and neither could my cock which was straining to get out of its satin panty cell by now. She still had her smooth stockings on so her feet slid effortlessly into the sexy shoes. As soon as I had fastened them she was on her feet and swaying sexily across to the mirror.

“I love then!” she giggled “but they would look better in black, what do you think Nikki?”

“Your right,” I agreed, “with that outfit its got to be black.”

We both spent another 30 minutes or more trying on all shapes and sizes of sexy shoes and boots. Eventually we had picked around a dozen pairs and set them to one side. Kim settled on a pair of black pumps with a really slender but spiky six-inch stiletto heel to wear with her outfit. They had no platform whatsoever and her small dainty feet were really forced into an uncomfortable looking position with the huge spiky heel. The sales guy had been helping us and on more than one occasion I caught him gawking up under my skirt. We had both noticed that he paid me a lot more attention than Kim and she said, “Have you got another admirer Nikki?”

“I think so Kim, he keeps looking under my skirt all of the time!”

“He looks like a fag to me,” giggled Kim.

“He is very effeminate, but I don’t think he’s gay, not the way he keeps trying to look under my skirt!”

Kim and I left all of the shoes we had chosen with the sales guy and walked back to the changing room in our 3inch heeled shoes.

“Ugh, these shoes feel so boring now Kim” I said

“Sure do Nikki” she agreed, “nowhere near as sexy!”

“You got that right,” I giggled as we went into our changing room.

We noticed that the sales guy was closing the store door as we went into our room but thought nothing of it.

The changing room door didn’t have a lock, and we had just gone inside when it flew open as the sales guy came bursting in. Kim was terrified and cuddled in behind me. Even in my 3-inch heels I was still only 5 feet 8 inches tall, and this guy towered over me.

“Do you mind!” I growled angrily, looking up at him.

“Yeah, get out,” echoed Kim bravely from behind my back, what a hero!

Thankfully he was very apologetic when he realized that he had scared us.

“Sorry, but please, I must know” he pleaded looking straight at me, “are you a transsexual?”

Both Kim and I were taken aback at this, and Kim snuggled back into me feeling a little more scared.

“What a question to ask a lady” I managed to reply.

“But I have seen” he went on “I saw under your skirt?”

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I had been interested in anal sex for a long time, but my wife and I never really talked about it. I slipped once (really) and my wife screamed in pain. It seemed obvious she wasn’t interested in anal sex.

We had been married about seven years when I found a video in a parking lot. The video didn’t have a label on it. I decided to take it home and see what was on it. I mentioned to my wife I had found the video, as I put it in the VCR (yes, this was a number of years ago). On popped a porn video with a lady getting gang-banged by about eight guys. I apologized to my wife and quickly shut the video off. My wife, who is generally quiet reserved said, “Don’t throw it away.” This video wasn’t like any of the soft-core stuff we ever watched (the free videos you get when you order from Adam & Eve). Later that evening, we were getting into bed and my wife asked me to put the video in. She got into some lingerie while I turned on the TV and put the tape in the VCR. I think the movie was called Between the Cheeks. The woman in the video was getting gang-banged and taking it in every hole. I don’t know how much of the video we watched before we fucked our brains out, the way you do when you’re doing something naughty.

A few days later, my wife suggested I put the video in again. I did, and we watched a scene in which a woman was analled by something like four guys. My wife watched intently and became really horney. We started to have sex in the doggy-style bursa escort position. As I was slowly working it in and out of her, I pulled my cock out of her pussy and rubbed it over her asshole. She moaned slightly and actually angled her butt back. I continued to alternate between fucking her pussy and rubbing my cock against her asshole. My wife rolled me over, got on top, and fucked my brains out. We both had incredible orgasms.

The next night my wife wanted me to put the video in again. I did and we watched another hot scene where a woman was getting fucked up the ass. Once again, my wife was wet as hell and we began to fuck. She wanted to do doggy-style again, which was somewhat unusual for her. Once again I began removing my cock from her pussy and sliding it across her asshole. My wife began moaning and lowered her ass. I placed my cock against her asshole, and we both just sat there for a second. Then she began to push backward. It seemed like it took forever just to get my head in her ass. It went in with a pop. My wife came like she had never cum before, which caused me to do the same, right up her ass! We both collapsed, and lay there together, shaking. I couldn’t believe I had just cum in my wife’s hot ass.

For the next two weeks or so, we had sex every day. Each day I was able to work my cock deeper into her ass. It took about a week until I was able to fully bury my cock in her ass, my balls against her cunt. We both had another bursa escort bayan mind shattering orgasm. We fell to our sides, my cock still in her ass. We lay like that for about ten minutes. Even though I had just blown my load in my wife’s butt, my cock remained rock hard. My wife began working her asshole, pushing out, then pulling in. It was like she was sucking my cock with her ass. After a couple minutes of this, I told her I was about to cum. We both came again. I couldn’t believe I had cum in my wife’s ass twice in less than 30 minutes. We continued to lay like that, my cock still rock hard. It was like I was 17 again. After about ten minutes, my wife said she wanted to try the missionary position and see if I could fuck her ass as hard as she likes me to fuck her pussy. I took my cock out of her ass for the first time in nearly 45 minutes. She lay on her back, putting her legs over my shoulders and I slowly inserted my cock back into her ass. She now easily took my cock, her asshole having been stretched. My wife was hornier than I had ever seen her before. She asked… No demanded I fuck her ass hard. I was still rock hard. I slammed my cock into her ass for a good ten minutes. She must have come five times (before this she rarely had multiple orgasms). Then she had a huge orgasm, and I let go too. My wife passed out. I couldn’t believe I had cum up my wife’s ass for the third time in about an hour, and gave my wife an orgasm that made her escort bursa pass out.

We were hooked. My wife said she had never had orgasms like she did when we had anal sex, and I could not believe the smooth, tight feeling. I think we both enjoyed the naughtiness of it. For the next two months we must have had anal sex just about every day… at my wife’s insistence. During this time she must have had ten orgasms that caused her to pass out.

Several months later, I went to the adult bookstore and picked up a dildo for her pussy and some better lube (we had been using KY Jelly). The first time we used them, she sat on top of me. My cock was in her ass, as she inserted the dildo into her cunt. It made her ass feel even tighter. She literally slammed her ass down on my cock as I squeezed her incredible tits. We both came in minutes. She passed out, falling backward. When she did, she peed all over. It was incredibly kinky.

My wife and I have been having anal sex for about eight years now and our sex life is hotter than ever. We have sex about five times a week (her period isn’t even a concern when you’re using the back door). It’s our dirty little secret. We like to wonder who else we know might be having anal sex as well. Aside from her dildo, we only have vaginal sex about twice a month. We enjoy inserting anal balls, called Vibro Balls, into her ass. She then sits on my cock, places her dildo in her cunt, and rocks back and forth until we both cum.

Anal sex was just the beginning of a new sex life for us. We’ve tried some other things, but anal has remained our favorite. Some of the other kink makes for good foreplay, but that’s for another story…

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WARNING:

I believe that as long as people all agree on the sexual acts committed they should do so with the people they want. I do not see gay/bi or straight sex with multiple partners as doing anything wrong. Therefore one should be warned before reading any of my stories that gay/bi or straight sex with multiple partners can occur. If you are offended by any of this? Stop reading now.

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The eighteen year old Jason gave a sigh of relieve as he got up from the cabin to stand in the morning breeze, on the three master sail boat, Dominion. Rubbing the sleep out from his eyes with his left hand, his right reached out for the railing for support. He let out a small yawn.

“Keep your wits about you boy,” he heard a familiar voice speak “Its bad luck to be out on deck if your still half a sleep.” Looking up he saw the dark face of his mother’s boyfriend, Dante.

“Yea… yeah I´m awake!” He lied.

He gave the forty-two year old male a smile. The man looked him up and down, winked and then returned his gaze back to the blue ocean that surrounded them.

Jason quietly shuffled to the bow, trying to escape the gaze he felt on his back when ever Dante was around. He recalled the first few weeks of Anna, his mother, dating Dante. She had seemed more alive then ever when she got ready for their dates. Jason had been happy for her at first. She had been through enough.

She had divorced his Dad a year ago. At 36 she wasn’t content anymore with being a stay at home Mom. She had proclaimed one night during diner that she wanted to experience the world in its many facets. Jason had looked up to her and in a sense had understood what she meant. Sure they had wealth, but who in their zip code didn’t have that?

He had looked on as his Dad had tried to find a sense of what she wanted and he could not give. She had merely shaken her head and looked down, throwing a view glances Jason’s way, telling his dad she didn’t want to bring it up in front of their son.

Seeing her standing there like that, her body still unaffected by age, long blond hair, with a few strains of light red, he hoped she would find it. Her face told tales of a yearning of sorts that often he had felt himself. No one should feel trapped he had thought, in a sense, relating to her. He had always felt trapped. He did not know why, but there had always been something in his gut. Something telling him, something, was off.

They had still been in talks when he had returned to college, only to find out they had split up very soon after he had left. His Dad had moved out of the house he later found out. He felt sorry for the old man but knew his dad could take care of himself.

“Morning honey!” He heard his mother say, startled he jumped up from where he had been sitting. Looking back he saw her standing on the deck in her slippers and silk bathrobe. He was a few inches taller then her so looking down the small and truthfully, obscene flimsy thing called a bathrobe that did little to conceal her full c cup breasts. He noticed how she had forgone with wearing bras apparently. Her hair would reflect the sun, and a few strains would flutter in the wind on a soft breeze.

“Good Morning Mom” He smiled, drawing a hand through his own blond hair, trying to tidy up somewhat.

Taking the second coffee cup she had been holding, he stepped back to give her room to sit as well. Her head turned red for a few seconds as decency had, apparently, not left her mind entirely and she tried keeping her crotch from exposing as she sat down. Looking down and away, yet a small smile on her lips, she composed herself. Probably still thinking of last night Jason thought.

“Lovely weather today.” She spoke casually.

Jason wondered if she would have the guts to talk about what had happened that night. Probably not. She had been acting strange for some time now. Jason’s family had always been prudish of sorts around the house so getting use to his “new” mom, as he revered to her these days, was taking considerable effort. Thankfully only 3 more weeks in their 6 weeks sailing vacation, Jason thought.

Before he could find a subject to talk to her about, anything but last night, he heard his mother speak again.

“Are those dolphins?” She said as she quickly stood up and walked to the railing. The little bathrobe fluttered in the wind revealing her round firm ass cheeks. Jason sighed loudly, the view having an effect on his morning cock. He knew she was his mother but how could he not feel these feelings of lust when she displayed no flaws. She was everything a women, a mother should be he thought.

“They come to these waters; I thought you might enjoy seeing some.” Dante’s voice broke him out of his daydream. He looked up at the tall broad man, noticing the man had taken off his shirt. A small glow from the sun reflected from his broad shoulders, small beats of sweat were dripping down due to the sun. Jason knew the man to be hairless save for bursa escort his eyebrows from the things he had seen. And he had seen most everything.

“Their bodies smooth and slick, a true sight. Jason would enjoy them too.” Dante’s right hand, palm upwards went from his direction towards his mothers, her back still towards them. He had a small smile on his face. Jason had noticed that about Dante. He seemed to like to direct things.

Jason did want to see the dolphins though, so he gave it little thought. Jumping up he walked towards the railing, coming to stand next to his mother. She looked wonderful. Her slightly curling lips drew apart in a broad smile, her small hands grasping the railing bending forwards looking into the clear blue ocean. As Jason looked again he noticed her bathrobe had slightly parted revealing far more cleavage then should be appropriate.

Surely enough Dante came casually strolling towards them. Jason looked down and saw the thick long outline where the black mans cock rested, half erect in his white briefs.

When Dante noticed him looking, the man adjusted his cock, a small smile forming around his lips. Jason had seen that smile before.

Jason had tried his best the last few weeks not to stare at his mother’s new boyfriend, but he could not help himself. From the day he had met him the black man had made an impression on him. Somehow the colour of his skin, his casual suave attitude, had Jason feeling save when ever he was around. He didn’t really know how to admit it to himself yet, but he felt slightly impressed with the older man’s body. Dante had been very open in his day to day when he had moved in. Working out down in his dad’s basement gym, wearing nothing but tight shorts. Jason figured him for a player, or what Jason knew of such things reading in magazines. Dante had made little effort to hide his enjoyment of the wealth his dad had left for Jason and his mom. His mom had gotten a big settlement after the divorce.

Right from when they had set sail, his mother and Dante had been all over each other.

“It’s going to be a tight fit for the next few weeks Jason,” Anna had said, raising her golden eyebrows at him. “Just get used to the fact that Dante has his needs and you know how he is.”

The yacht had only one sleeping compartment but thankfully did have a separator with a bed on either side. Space was limited to say the least. Yet Dante had made no effort to conceal his nightly lusts upon his mother upon setting sail. His grunts and foul language had echoed into the ocean night. Somehow knowing no one could ever hear them, save for Jason perhaps, had somehow steered the man on to become more vocal and fouler as the days went on. His mother too had become more vocal then he had ever heard her and dad be. He could forgive her though. Who could Imagen what sort of lusts such a big man had.

He had seen Dante stare at him before, around the house. Once while his mother had fallen asleep on her beach chair at the pool, Dante had just stared at him. Jason had been unsure but he thought he saw the man’s cock grow bigger through the tight colourful swimming shorts.

The situation had become even more painful when his mother had, half asleep most likely, reached out and started caressing the black man’s groin and abs. He had stood up; not realizing that his own dick had somehow become hard and when he had looked at the black man he saw a small smirk on his face, Jason’s dick clearly straining, bulging from his own semi tight shorts. Quickly he had run into the house.

And here he saw the same smile again. Feeling his face getting red he quickly returned his gaze back to the dolphins.

“They are beautiful yes?”

Jason heard from his right. He looked over to his mother and saw the black man standing behind his mother. They really did look good together he had to admit. They looked like a perfect Adam and Eve to Jason, the sun light reflecting on their so different skin colours.

“Oooh!” His mother gasped surprised as Dante reached around and into the bathrobe, cupping her full breasts.

Jason could not keep a small smile from his face but quickly turned his face away. What would his mother think of him if she saw him looking? And yet why do it so openly? Dante had been pulling pranks like this more and more the last few days. The older black man had made it very clear he just took what he wanted when he wanted.

Last night had been the worst.

He had forgotten a book on deck and coming back from retrieving it, had returned to find his mother in half state of undress and Dante, naked, kneeling on the bed. Jason had stood grounded not knowing how to react. He had looked at his mother as she bowed down to pick something up, her small white see through lingerie piece hiding nothing. His eyes had grown large as his gaze was drawn to the small puffy lips he had once been birthed from. Moister already forming in anticipation of what was to come.

“You bursa escort bayan know a women’s beauty.” Dante spoke. His voice, a thunder through the quite night.

Jason looked to his right and saw the black Adonis stroke his long dark cock, that hung half erect between his legs, almost reaching the black sheets. He had caught glimpses of it before around the house but not so visible like this. The big head slightly foaming around the edge as the strong hand pulled the foreskin back and forth. The sheets already had a few stains on them. He saw Dante acknowledge him, looking down towards Jason’s crotch and smiling.

“Huh what honey?” Anna replied, unaware of Jason, her back still to the door where he stood.

Dante reached out and his big hand cupped the freckled cheek of Anna’s ass, roughly squeezing it, showing off her little brown rectum. The big black hand kept on massaging it bringing his Mother obvious pleasure. Jason saw Anna’s hand go down towards her pussy, the long nailed middle finger reach to those small puffy lips, and he couldn’t help but draw his breath in. His mother gave a small moan and laid her right hand on Dante’s shaven dome to steady herself. Slowly she turned her head around, towards Dante at first, biting softly on her lower lip, until she noticed Jason standing in the door way.

Quickly she turned around.

“Jason!” “You shouldn’t watch when Dante has his needs.” She scowled at him. He suddenly became very aware of his own hard cock standing out from his shorts. His mother gave little sign of noticing it yet he saw from the corner of his eyes Dante was staring at it.

“I’m your mother!” She tried vainly to hide her breasts with one arm, while her other was unsuccessfully cupping her pussy trying to hide it from view. Her little feet kept tip towing trying to keep her big breasts from spilling out.

“I’m sorry mom!” He had blurted out. Dante had been smiling the entire time. Quickly he walked forwards towards the back of the cabin, sliding the thin shutter between the beds. Both his Mom and her new husband had just looked at him as he drew close the thin wooden panel that separated the beds.

“Can you believe him? Looking at me like that?” He heard his mother say more surprised then angry.

“Hahaha of course I can. You are a beautiful women. He is a man.” Dante had replied.

“Yes but I’m his mother!” She had exasperated.

“It is only natural that a man should respond the way he did to a body such as yours!” Dante had countered. “It’s not every day a boy sees his mother getting ready to receive a black man.”

“My black man…” She cooed.

He had stood motionless behind the panel as he had heard Dante pull his mother on the bed. Her small giggles caused his cock to harden. He could only imagine how his mother was able to take that much cock into her little hole. As he heard the kisses and moans he reached into his shorts, his hand finding his hard dick. Pretty soon his mother began to moan louder and louder. The boat, if it was possible, had begun to rock more as their love making had begun to grow louder.

Jason knew from experience that how ever prude his mother normally was, when she was alone with Dante she appeared to be the complete opposite.

Suddenly he heard a loud slam on the wooden panel, causing him to startle and his mother cry out “Uuugh uuugh uuuhh” over and over again. He suddenly realized he hadn’t moved from when he had closed the thin panel. Sliding down his shorts, he quickly got onto the bed and under the sheets. His right hand never leaving his rock hard cock. As he slowly stroked it, only a few feet away from where his mother was being fucked, his mind wondered back to the black man’s cock. While his own wasn’t small by any means it compared null to the black anaconda he had seen.

The pounding was only getting louder. His mother was still moaning loudly but Dante had begun to grunt as well now. “Ugh ugh ugh” he kept going in that deep dark voice of his. He had started to slam his hand on the wooden panel, causing the loose frame to shudder. Jason felt sweat drop down his brow, his right hand still softly playing with his hard cock. Smoothly the foreskin slid up and down, his fantasies providing lubrication. The small space felt like it was becoming smaller by the second as the slamming became louder and louder.

BAM!

Suddenly Jason startled as the locking mechanism that had held the wooden panel in place broke, causing the panel to slide away and Jason was greeting with the sight of Dante ramming down on his mother who was lying on her stomach, her legs spread to either side. When she too noticed what had happened her eyes grew wide and her already reddened face becoming even more crimson. Dante just kept grunting and slamming down, his big red lips forming an “O”, sweat trickling down his smooth muscled body. He paid no mind to what had happened. It felt like neither Jason nor his Mother could either then.

With escort bursa the panel out of the way and Dante’s continuing to slam down on his small framed mother was now sliding over their silk bed sheets onto Jason’s. Within a few thrusts she was already at knee level. Jason just lay frozen, unsure what to do, a few seconds ago he could only wonder what was going on and now he was given the live show.

“Oh.. ooh… oooh Jason… uuh uuh, Jason…” His mother tried speaking; words’ forming badly, Dante’s fucking clearly making it hard for her to form a word let alone a sentence.

“Please… uuh uuh… look uu… away… uuuuh please look… away…” She pleaded, her words almost a whisper compared to the gushing sounds her pussy were making as Dante kept forcing that long black cock into her. For a few minutes Jason did look away. The situation felt so uncomfortable.

Jason saw the dark dick come up for air, the shaft slick with his mother’s pussy juice. And with a loud fart and sucking sound it submerged again into the sloppy wet mess.

He felt the black man’s hand land next to his hip, grasping the sheet that lay between the naked bodies of him and his mother. He tried letting go of his cock but he couldn’t. He just felt frozen.

“Oaahhh” Dante gasped as he tore into the petite white women lying beneath him. Jason felt the thin sheet slowly slide down towards the floor as the black man kept fucking his mother. It was like he had become some black … bull like creature that was pure lust. Jason wondered if the man even knew he was there. His mother was now level with his crotch, Jason was sure she could see the outline if she opened her eyes. She did not however, lost in her own world again. Trying to provide some resistance she had moved her right arm up, squeezing Jason’s arm tight. He felt his mother tug at his arm every time Dante slammed down on her.

Time seemed to stop until suddenly the sheet made momentum and came down, falling on the floor. Now nothing lay between his naked form and his mothers, his right hand still wrapped around his hard cock. Dante’s hand lay next to him, his mother holding firm still, apparently caught up in bliss. Looking up he saw Dante stare down on him. Jason was unable to explain what sort of expression he wore. So focused and intent. He looked at the man’s form and shuddered, the black smooth ass rising up and back down, that long hard black cock covered in white slime going in and out of his mother’s pussy. Sounds echoed around the cabin and the heat felt scolding.

He saw Dante’s right arm press down strongly onto her back, making her petite white butt stick out from the bed. Two perfect, slightly red, cheeks welcoming every thrust the man gave.

After a few moments Dante started to speed up even more, Jason instinctively telling the man was close to cum ing.

Before Jason could really register what was happening Dante had pulled out, strains of pussy fluid trailing from the big round tip to Anna’s cunt, as he stepped off the bed.

He walked forward, his left hand roughly griping his pulsing swollen meat and his right hand reaching towards his mother’s face, roughly grabbing her red blond hairs and pulling her face a little off the bed her cheek now inches above Jason’s cock.

A small trial of spittle came from the lower red lip of the black man as he led out a loud “ooaaahh” and thick creamy strains of cum shot out splashing his mom’s pretty face. She seemed to relish the moment as her lips drew slightly apart. As more squirts came out she had opened her eyes a little and she could clearly see Jason now. Apologetic looks on her face yet a hint of pure desire in her eyes.

Dante kept groaning but he slightly lost his balance stepping a few inches closer, as his cock kept shooting streams of white creamy cum, some landing on Jason’s hand that was still tightly grasping his own cock. Jason overwhelmed on all senses felt his own cock begin to swell and the most intense orgasm he had ever had swept over him. He looked at the fat globs of cum on his hand and his cock kept spewing more all over his stomach. Looking down he saw his mother had turned away her face, but Jason felt her hand softly caress his right arm, telling him it was okay.

“Ugh… that felt good.” Dante sighed after what seemed to be an eternity. Jason looked as the large black hand only covered a fraction of the black meat it was holding, Dante pulled back the skin a few times to really drain his balls not caring where his seed landed. Anna quickly glanced at him and then used her hand to clean the cum from her face then proceeding to stick out her tongue and lick it off her hand. When she and Jason locked eyes she quickly looked down, yet kept licking.

“That’s right… like I told you…” Dante groaned madly at the sight of the young mother licking his seed.

“It would seem some has landed on you…” Dante continued as he looked at Jason.

While Jason still was busy with getting his heart to slow down a small hand had grabbed his hand and when he looked up saw her bring it closer to his mouth. She smiled affectionately as Jason pressed the cum stained flesh at his mouth and licked.

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Clad in a skintight, black latex dress, and tall, 4 inch platform black heels, Jessica was a stunning figure as she looked down at her two slaves, on their knees. “Up” she said to Hailey.

“Yes Mistress Jessica.”

Hailey stood, naked, save for the black collar around her neck.

“Now” Jessica said, looking at the other slave, “it’s time for a little fun with my new slaveboy. Stand, and do not move except when moved.”

Adam stood, his plain clothing standing out amongst the scantily clad girls. Nodding to Hailey, Jessica commanded:

“Remove his clothes.”

Giggling naughtily, the seasoned slave began to run her hands up and down Adam’s body, teasing each part as she slowly removed his clothing. His conditioning was barely holding up–any less talented a hypnotist then Jessica, and he would have broke down into a whimpering mass of lust and frustration. Instead, he merely whimpered and moaned quietly as Hailey removed the last items of his clothing, his naked body appropriate considering the scenery, and his 8″ cock hard as a rock.

“Hand on your cock slave.”

“Yes Mistress Jessica.”

His hand flew to his dick, and his mind rolled in pleasure as they met–it took everything he (well, his deeply controlled mind) had not to begin stroking.

“As I give the following commands, you will pleasure yourself, and this pleasure will wash away any fears or resistances you may have. You will have no choice but to enjoy it.”

“Yes Mistress Jessica.”

“You are going to stand there calmly as Hailey slides long, black, silk gloves onto your arms, and long, black, silk stockings onto your legs. The feeling of the silk on your skin will drive you insane—every time you think about it, the feeling will only get better. As Hailey puts the heels on your feet, you will begin to realize what a sissy slut you are. You will think and act like a girly little pussyboy. Is that clear?”

Adam’s mind was on fire. She was making him…into a girl. He should be furious. Embarrassed. Scared. But he only felt pleasure. The pleasure in his cock and the pleasure in his mind–perhaps the pleasure deep down in his subconscious that he always wanted to deny was there–manipulated his mind and controlled his actions. He gave the only possible response.

“Yes Mistress Jessica.”

With that, Jessica took the gloves and stockings off of a nearby table, heels clacking across the floor bursa escort and hips swinging as she walked. Handing them to Hailey, she commanded:

“Put them on him.”

“Yes Mistress Jessica!” the trained slave said excitedly, her secret obsession with crossdressers from a life long past bleeding through. Walking to him, she grabbed him firmly by the wrist, and began to roll the glove up his arm…

His body was on fire. The silk felt like heaven and hell all at once. The soft, cold, teasing touch of the fabric on his skin sent ripples across his body that screamed in pleasure. He couldn’t avoid loving it. He couldn’t avoid wanting it. He couldn’t avoid the wonderful feeling of these feminine cloths wrapping his body….

She reached his legs, rolling up the stockings to slide them on. She was enjoying this. She was so thankful Mistress Jessica let her think enough to enjoy things. Mistress Jessica was always so good to her. She’d never want to go back to the before times, when they were simply platonic friends, never knowing what they could become…

He couldn’t bear it. And now she was going to get the heels! He wanted them. He wanted to be Mistress Jessica’s little pussyboy. He wanted all of it. The silk enchanted his skin and his mind equally–all he could feel or think was the pleasure of having these girly pieces of clothing touching his body. The heels! Hailey was sliding them on now. The four inch stiletto propped the ball of his foot up high off the ground. It was an amazingly awkward feeling, and only made it more embarrassing, and therefore more pleasurable, for him. Or was it her…? He…she…wasn’t really sure…

She loved it. So much. The sight of him dressed all in feminine accessories, the black cloth and leather against his tanned skin. It lit her pussy aflame. There was something so attractive about a hot male trussed up as a woman like this. She just wanted to have him. He giggled… she moaned…

She loved her heels! Giggling and smile, she leaned inward and outward awkwardly, sighing from the thought of her legs held up in the air like a slut by these amazing shoes. She looked at Hailey. Hailey was a hot girl. Very hot. Wait, girls didn’t like other girls? Or, only good girls like other girls. She’s a good girl right? She’s a girl, right? Ah, doesn’t matter. Anyway, who was that over there…

With that, he locked eyes with Mistress Jessica, freezing and staring bursa escort bayan intently, girlish smile frozen on his face. Jessica stared back, a naughty and pleased grin on her occupying her own.

“Hello my little sissy. How do you like your clothing?”

Giggling, he responded:

“I love it soooo much Mistress Jessica! It’s naughty and slutty and it feels so good!”

He giggled again, his high pitched tone octaves above the submissive, obedient responses he had uttered earlier.

“Good little sissy. Hailey, you look a bit bothered. Let it out, whatever it is. Now.”

With that, Hailey collapsed to the ground, hand flying to her pussy and fucking herself silly. She struggled to keep her eyes open. Why did she love seeing this so much? She just had to have him… her… whatever… she wanted it so bad.

“That’s well enough of that slave” Jessica said, grinning. “Do you want our little sissy here?”

She stopped immediately, staring at Jessica like a pet to its owner.

“Yes Mistress Jessica!”

“Then take her” Jessica snapped—to which Hailey bounded over and threw her tiny little frame onto the sissyboy. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and legs around his waist, combining the feeling of his skin and the silk as she prepared for the best feeling of all…

Oh! Suddenly the hot girl was up on her! What was her name… what was her name… Hailey! The sissy stared hungrily at Hailey, in her mind dripping at the thought of taking the sexy female slave. Little did she know, she was about to have her…

FUCK YES. It felt SO good! Hailey let out a howling moan as she plunged her pussy onto the sissyboy’s cock!

“Oh yes! Fuck me you little girl! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

She flew up and down his cock, feeling the silk rub against her skin, reminding her that the long, thick cock she was fucking was attached to a hot male wearing hot female clothing. She couldn’t stand it. She just couldn’t stand it! The pleasure was so GOOD…

Oooooh! This felt AMAZING! She LOVED fucking Hailey! She struggled to maintain her balance, stood up on the towering heels, and the awkward struggle only made the experience more pleasurable—she was such a dirty, slutty girl! Slutty girls fucked, and they fucked in big, tall heels! She giggled uncontrollably. It was so dirty and slutty and fun and felt so GOOD! She didn’t get exactly how Hailey was doing escort bursa it—how did rubbing two pussies together feel so amazing?—but it didn’t matter. Giggling, she begged “Please fuck me…”

MORE! All Hailey could think was MORE! She screamed in pleasure, just as the giggle reached her ear—it was so SEXY! She loved hearing the dirty pussyboy giggle, and grabbed him (her?) tighter. His (her?) cock was so big inside her, it was amazing. She just wanted to slam herself down on it over and over and over…

“Cum” said Jessica, in a manner that was somehow both matter-of-fact and mischievous.

“OH! OH! OH! OH!” She could feel herself releasing, lifting, exploding! She had never known pleasure like this in her life! She was giggling and moaning uncontrollably! Good little sluts get pleasure! Good little girls get to cum…

“YES! YES! OH YES!” Hailey howled, her cries of pleasure only drowned out by the feelings in her body. She was trained to cum on command, and it never lost its potency, but this time was so much BETTER! Her pussy pulsed in waves of indescribable pleasure that spread throughout her body and orchestrated her limbs—they clawed and grabbed at the giggling sissy, pushing Hailey down harder on the pussyboy’s exploding cock. She could feel it fill her pussy with cum, and it drove her so wild she could barely stay conscious!

“Fill me you dirty, giggling slut!” she screamed, pumping his cock with practically inhuman speed, before collapsing onto the ground in a twitching mass of pleasure, lust, and brainwashing. The cum leaked out of her pussy, and she lay there limp, nothing moving but her amply sized chest—her mind was blank except for the instinctive ability to remain alive. She had been fucked empty. And she loved it…

He had no idea what was going on. Everything felt so good. Everything was amazing and pleasurable. Everything made him want to giggle. The silk on his skin and the cum on his cock fought to tell his brain what gender he was. But it didn’t matter. Everything felt too good for it to matter. He collapsed, cock pulsing and mouth smiling…

Mistress Jessica surveyed her work. Hailey lie on her back, eyes glazed over and pussy oozing with cum. Adam lie on his side, a dumb, slutty smile on his face, and cum covering his long, black stockings. She removed the dildo from her pussy, sliding it out from under her dress, and turned off the vibration. That was good. But now someone had to clean up. And it certainly wasn’t going to be her. Hailey and Adam couldn’t do it—they weren’t even conscious, and were due for conditioning anyway. “Well then” she thought.

“Zoey! Lexi! Get in here slaves!”

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Jennifer knew she was fat. With a heavy sigh, she sat on the edge of the immaculate porcelain bath in her richly decorated master bathroom. Completely nude, she smeared herself with baby oil, her alabaster white, perfect skin taking on a shiny, mirror-like reflection. The fact she needed a bottle for her massive breasts alone made her smile, as she knew her size was an attraction. Jennifer liked her big tummy and huge round ass. Coupled with her tits, she knew she looked like a round ball. She smiled to herself as she touched herself all over, but this little round ball knows how to use her fat, she thought.

The oil was part of a unique weight loss theory. Spread enough oil and your body would eject the oils it had. So, naked, alone and in her rich bathroom, she liberally covered herself. Jennifer even slicked down her blonde pubic hair. She had coated her legs, stubby and short, but correct in proportion to the rest of her. Each fat roll was meticulously done, even her deep navel and between her toes with their manicured nails. Smiling Jennifer covered her puckered anal entrance with a teasing swirl of her finger. In response to the tingly feeling, manually stimulating her anus gave her, Jennifer farted. It was a loud, thunderous rip that made her snort and laugh. Achingly, she moved on to her now aroused and wet pussy.

In her vaginal and anal teasing, Jennifer had taken a wrong step, knocked several open oil bottles over, creating a pool of baby oil on the floor in front of her. Slick and mirror-like on the black tiles, she could see her voluptuous figure in the reflection it created. Jennifer looked from the floor to the wall mirror. Lifting her armful sized breasts up, their weight taxed her arms. She pouted and shifted her body to amplify her cleavage. Jennifer made her best “I’ll suck your cock face,” then laughed, letting her big tits free and squeezing the sensitive nipples. The oiling-up was making her more than normally horny.

The oil was warm when it flowed onto her toes, as the heat lamps she had on were warming the black tiles. Looking down, she swore to herself and looked around to find a path out. She sighed with a hint of exasperation. Three bottles had fallen over.

“Stuck. Why did I take all the towels out?”

Was it because her tiny, weedy husband was not in the house this month, thus allowing her to strut around nude and masturbate where she liked; well, at least until Junior came home.

The thought of being alone and masturbating in here and then scooting out of the room oil covered and on her knees did appeal, she was horny after all. But damaging the carpet was something she couldn’t bear. Jennifer thought, could I grab a towel from the linen press around the corner, could I use the curtain or could I use the shower to hose it all down the drain? All the ideas sounded like they would make a terrible mess. Jennifer then remembered that, at this time of day, she was not alone. She was not the rich, lonely, horny housewife. No, this time of day, Junior, her step-son, was home. Jennifer yelled out for him.

She’d flashed him before, revealing cleavage, bikini tops falling off in the pool, outright panty flashing. This would be her ultimate flash. Jennifer naked and shiny with oil. She wondered how hard this would make him. Then. Not that she knew of other times But she liked to imagine him going back to his room and wanking to the memory. Deciding to look her most slutty she hefted and cupped her massive breasts and made kissy faces in the mirror.

Ever since he was kicked out of college, he had been forced to look at less savoury income streams. As he had not wanted to follow his father into the police. However a cam whore for strange gay and bi guys had not been his first choice. His cock ached from the five cumshots he had forced out of it last night, and the memory of the ejaculations came with a haze of bad memories. Chatting with horny dudes desperate to see his cock was tiresome, and in some cases traumatising. There it was again, someone calling his name. It was female and distant. Maybe it was the fat-assed maid. No, there was no accent. That narrowed it down to one person.

Junior was half asleep. He sat amid total debauchery. The computer in front of him was playing a constant loop of anal pornography, both transgender and female, a vibrator buzzed next to him on his wide, easy chair. Lube, condoms (used and unopened) were scattered around him and he was wearing a pair of too-small speedos. Shaking his head, he swore he heard his name being called. Checking the chat program, he saw all of his fans had gone inactive, so it wasn’t them. Stretching, Junior yawned, it had been a late, but lucrative, night. Checking the time, he realised his target audience was now at work and he could get some sleep.

Jennifer, his father’s wife and the biggest BBW land whale he knew. Crass and uncouth, she had belched with nervousness when she married his father. At the time, he didn’t mind. He even thought it was funny. Jennifer was illegal bahis a person you got used to, then regretted the familiarity. She went to the toilet with the door open, belched and farted, told racist and off-colour jokes while laughing like an idiot. Jennifer was like the worst frat boy thrown into the body of a woman, a woman with big tits and an even bigger ass. In his mind she deserved a loveless marriage.

“Probably drunk, and stuck on her back,” Junior said to himself with a smile.

The image of her near nude, in a bikini, flat on her back trying to get up assaulted his mind. “Probably ask if I want to shove meat in her ham wallet.” Her euphemisms were frat-boy level as well and had an acidic quality that etched their way into your brain. The expression, drop a load into the shit washing machine, a reference to ejaculating in her during anal sex, shocked even his porn-addled mind. Junior dealt with in-the-closet alpha wannabes, and even they would run screaming from Jennifer.

Still wearing speedos and rubbing his eyes, Junior made his way through the opulent house. His father’s job paid for everything. Though he wanted for nothing, the idea behind the cam whoring was to set up a site for amateur porn. The one thing he knew his father would not fund. For a rich guy with an over-sexed land whale, his father had some odd morals. Junior pondered this as he climbed the white, deep-pile carpeted stairs. These led to the garish, pink master bedroom. These two design decisions were an architectural example of Jennifer’s horrific jokes. Jennifer called it the cream-pie room: pink for the pleasure chamber, as she called it, and the white stairs for the spunk running out. His father, like always, had nodded and merely said,”yes, dear’.

Junior got a mild erection thinking about the fat-assed Latina maid cleaning these stairs with her tiny maid uniform jiggling as she went. He swore to himself as he felt the sensitive head of his penis swell. The last thing he needed was for him to greet Jennifer with a chubby. Last thing he wanted to hear after a night of cam whoring was a joke about his cock.

Ending his climb up the overly opulent stairs to the garish bedroom, and expecting to see his massive-mammaried and scantily-clad step-mother sitting on the bed watching her “stories”, instead Junior was greeted by an empty room and a lacy robe discarded on the floor and silence. Maybe there was a real problem here and not some twisted opportunity to flash her stepson. Maybe she was hurt, or sick, with no flash, no jokes and no innuendo. It was alien to think that and he genuinely hoped it was not the case.

“Jennifer?” Junior tentatively called out.

“In here,” was a muffled response.

Junior rolled his eyes. What now? A flash of tits in a bubble bath? The flashes had become tiresome. However, in that moment, an idea struck him. Some of the pictures he had been fed last night by his coterie of horny men desperate to watch his cut cock ejaculate, suggested that bbw women were a thing, a big thing. Maybe he could convince her to be a model and he may even get her on the cheap. He moved suddenly. He couldn’t do that if she was sick of hurt, and maybe, if he helped her, they would be nice to one another for once.

Opening the door Junior decided to make an entrance. It might remove any chance of her flashing him. He pushed open the bathroom door and strode in defiantly, hit the oil puddle and slipped. As he fell, his hand yanked on the ornate chrome handle, breaking it off and slamming the door shut.

Arms and legs flailing, his out-of-control body landed flat on his back with. arms outstretched above his head. Banging his head on the floor, his vision swam. The last thing he saw in focus was a very naked, oiled and rotund Jennifer. As he struggled to retain his consciousness, he thought, “she looks concerned”.

Junior, nude except for black undersized speedos, lay on the oily floor groaning. Although his fall had been dramatic, and she had wanted to laugh, she didn’t. Junior’s head had made a sickening “thwack” as it hit the floor.

“You OK, sweetheart?” Jennifer asked as she slid over to him on her knees.

Her fat rolls wobbled with every movement and her tits swung wildly as she leaned into the slide.

Junior appreciated the show on some primal level. Part of his brain was reeling from the blow it just took, the other was admiring his stepmother’s oiled figure and sending his brain all the wrong signals. How would she feel on his cock as he slid his cock around her opulent fat rolls and geographic-sized tits. Blood flooded into his penis and, like a well-oiled machine, it became erect. Junior felt Jennifer’s warm and oiled body slide up to his inert form and pick his head up.

“You ok?” Jennifer said with a concerned smile, her face framed by her huge, oiled tits. Her voice was a little more high-pitched and her worried tone disarmed Junior.

“What the fuck happened?” Junior was slowly gathering his thoughts.

“You illegal bahis siteleri slipped. Then fell. I think you may have broken the bathroom door.” Jennifer said with a sigh as she patted Junior’s chest, and leaving it slightly oiled.

Junior’s eyes swept the air in front of him, not really seeing, but an automatic response, as his brain tried to process the sudden physical and mental stimuli. Junior rolled his head towards Jennifer’s voluptuous frame. His mind focused on her slicked and trimmed pubic hairs. Another part of his brain, the one that didn’t want blood filling his cock, saw this and finally woke. Junior sat up.

It appeared to Jennifer that he had decided to get up and run. She often had this effect on men and it never failed to make her smile. Some men just could not handle the curves, she thought.

Junior, in his haste to get up, forgot about the oil, slid, fell, righted himself then fell again, like some bizarre dance. When he fell the final time, he experienced his own hoisted-on-his-own-petard moment as his speedos caught on the remaining ornate bathroom doorknob. The fabric slowed his fall with an epic and almost cinematic tearing sound, followed by the clatter of another broken doorknob.

“Fuck,” Junior said.

“If you wanted to get undressed you could have without all the strange sliding around.” Jennifer said, lowering her eyes to look at his engorged and purple-headed cock.

Junior attempted to cover his dick, but gave up. Touching it made the situation worse.

“What the fuck is on the floor?” Junior said as he slid backwards to the door to try and open it.

“Oil,” Jennifer said matter of factly.

“Ok, I think I could guess it was oil,” he paused, then looked at the floor, then incredulously at Jennifer. “Why the fuck is there oil all over the floor of the master bathroom?” Junior felt a mania sweep him. “Elaborate trap for home invasion?” Jennifer snorted at this last comment, it; only fuelled him. “What was the plan…to rape them or keep them as perverted sex slaves.”

“Well, I caught you,” Jennifer said, emphasising the word well.

She moved to sit on her bottom to get off her knees which hated the hard floor. “I mean does that mean I rape you now,” she said with a squeak as she slipped onto her back, her legs spread wide in desperation to gain some control. It made her look like a frog rolling in mud with her tits, ass, legs and arms flailing everywhere.

“Fuck,” she bellowed with laughter.

Junior didn’t mind too much. He got quite an eyeful of her hot, wet, and oiled cunt. This only fed the horny side of his brain, and he felt his cock get harder. People would pay good money to watch things slide in and out of that wet “ham wallet”. Even his business thoughts betrayed him, his cock got even harder.

“So we are stuck,” Junior said flatly, watching Jennifer roll around like, well, like a landlocked whale now trying to get on all fours, breathlessly she affirmed the situation.

Slipping, she went face first, her tits preventing her face from making contact with the floor. With a breathy “oof” from Jennifer, Junior got a full view of her ass clapping, and, to use Jennifer’s terminology, her “chocolate cabinet.”

With a sigh and a jiggle Jennifer ceased moving. Legs spread, her ham wallet aroused and separating, exposing her clit. Jenniver sat with one leg out straight, the other bent, one of her tits resting on her thick leg. Jennifer caught her breath and, unable to leave the moment silent, spoke.

“Well manicured,” she said, with a nod to Juniors shaved balls and cock.

“Well oiled,” Junior responded in kind with a nod to Jennifer’s glistening snatch.

“Who are you keeping things neat and tidy for?” Jennifer asked, ignoring his reference to her oozing axe wound.

“My fans,” Junior said, wanting to test his crass oversexed step-mother.

“Your fans,” she said with a smirk. “How do you have fans?”

“I stroke to porn for other people online,” Junior paused and grinned. “I guess they are all men, but they pay, and pay well to see this baby blow junk.”

Jennifer was for the first time in a long time in shocked into silence. Then her brain shifted she farted and it made an odd squeak in its desperate escape from her bowels and oil-slick asscheeks. Junior shook his head.

“Turn your hobby into a job,” Jennifer added with a raucous laugh. Then she thought.

“Wait, you’re a cam whore?” Jennifer lunged towards Junior with more nimbleness than he ever considered her to have and swam over to him like a seal on ice. Suddenly he was swept up in belly, breasts, arms, and legs. He was being surrounded by a hot, oily, frog-like milf. “You are a black sheep like me.”

“I’am not a cam whore,” Junior stated, warming to his crass step-mothers nude closeness. “I am a performer, Jennifer,” he said, hoping to get a response out of the naked and meaty woman next to him.

“It is a nice cock,” Jennifer said with a giggle. “I mean it’s canlı bahis siteleri not ridiculously huge, it’s just shaped perfectly and almost no bend. Oh, and it’s cut, so it looks huge,” Jennifer said as she professionally assessed Junior’s cock.

It made him excited, like his first few cam shows, Jennifer was eyeing his cock, and enjoying it. His cock also enjoyed it and he noticed a small ribbon of pre-cum

“How long?” Junior said snuggling into Jennifer’s massive tits, with a smile on his face.

“It’s your cock. Perhaps you should measure it.”

She paused, and before Junior could say something else, reached her hand forward and wrapped it around the shaft. Jennifer gave it a stroke.

Junior tensed his buttocks, and held his breath.

“Oh, I don’t know. Its above average. Maybe.” Jennifer stated, and then let go of his cock. Junior breathed out a huge, long sigh.

“No, how long until someone comes.” Junior let his hand drop onto Jennifer’s huge ass.

“Oh,” Jennifer said with a snort and a laugh. “I thought you meant your cock.” She laughed again and threw her leg over Junior.

Junior took the hint, then rolled over and faced Jennifer. His cock, oozing pre-cum, sliding down oiled thighs before bumping head first into her pubes and then stopping at her rotund abdomen close to her belly button.

“Ages,” she said as he stopped moving.

Jennifer felt warm drool flow from Junior’s cock onto her tummy rolls. His cock was hot and throbbing, his face was level with her tits, which she now cupped and presented to him.

“Junior, tell me why you stroke and let other men watch.”

The leg draped over Junior pulled them both together, squishing his painfully erect cock into her fat rolls. The idea that her stepson did something so depraved and debauched and she had no idea, made her cunt just burn up and spew lady juices. Slowly, they slid apart, his cock achingly sliding between her greased tummy rolls.

“Money,” Junior said, poking the huge nipples with his nose. He reached out, cupping her mountain-like asscheeks. “Well, initially, it was cam wanking, to feed.”

“I have no idea what that means,” Jennifer said, as her hand slowly grasped Junior’s cock.

“Um,” his voice trembled at her touch to his manhood. “So, I like porn, and to get some porn that other guys think is hot, I get them to send me porn to look at while I stroke, they get to watch me.” Junior finished, his voice getting higher as Jennifer slowly stroked his throbbing cock.

“Do they want to see your cock?”

“I guess,” he said, wiggling into her cleavage like a spelunker.

“How do you get them to pay money and why?”

“That’s harder to answer,” he paused.

Jennifer gave him a smile and he nuzzled into her tits again.

” I want to make porn.”

“Technically, you already do,” Jennifer said with a laugh. “I mean I’d pay to see this sucker blow chunks,”

Jennifer slid her index finger over the head swiping through the sensitive eye of his penis. Junior gasped in pleasure.

“But I need a female,” Junior said, catching his breath, happily noticing the drip of pre-cum had turned into a river.

“Oh… to fuck,” Jennifer said, using his cock to drag him closer and then holding him there with her meaty legs.

“Not only fuck, you can get that from any porn.” He paused and nibbled on a huge, fat, pink nipple, eliciting a gasp and groan from Jennifer. “No, they want to see you molested and do kinky shit.”

Jennifer thought for a moment while rubbing Junior’s hard, swollen cock on her fat rolls.

“Do you have decent cameras,” Jennifer asked.

“No, not really.” Junior said sadly and resumed nibbling.

“Buy them. Use the money you already have!” Jennifer said animatedly.

“But, I won’t have money for a model,” Junior said, his free hand groping her boob.

“Use me,” Jennifer said with glee.

Junior stopped, in his lust he had allowed his crass rude and fat stepmother to coat him in oil, stroke his cock, wrap her legs around him and get him to suck on her big,fat, tits. If someone had asked him this morning if he would have thought that his frat-house-like step mother and him would be making porn, he would have called them delusional. Now, as he lay in Jennifer’s shiny, alluring, fat rolls, huge, round, ass and sloppy, fuckable tits, he could see some amazing porn being made.

“One thing, Jen,” Junior said. Jennifer responded with a uhuh as her head was back and she was visibly enjoying the attention Junior was paying to her tits. “Can you do kink.”

“Kink, as in butt stuff,” Jennifer said lowering her head and looking at Junior, a twinkle in her eye.

“Well, that and more,” Junior said.

“More!” Jennifer said with a laugh. “Letting me go like that, may be a bad idea. I don’t know where I would stop.”

“Really,” Junior said in a non-convinced way.

“Really,” Jennifer responded. “I can do kinky.”

“I believe you,” Junior said with a shit-eating grin, happy to now know a way under her skin. “I mean I actually believe you,” he said hurriedly, as a dark cloud of emotion crossed her face.

“Here, let me show you,” Jennifer said with a determined look on her face.

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My girlfriend wants to try anal, and we’re…

“Almost there…?” She’s biting her lip, squinting, concentrating. Jenny is surprisingly cute like this, we haven’t pushed too many boundaries before so this is a new look for her.

Plus the angle isn’t bad… Head down, ass up, her arms crossed under her cheek and her ankles crossed between my legs. That beautiful body arched against me, grinding herself sensuously onto my cock. Her hair spills across her shoulders, echoing the flex of her, dark gold on soft skin.

I can feel her slowly relaxing. Her pussy feels incredible but this is a different sensation. The hottest part is still her reaction though, I can feel the tension easing from her body; both around my cock and the muscles of her back under my slowly massaging fingertips.

This is pretty intimate to start with, but I thought I’d talk about what inspired me to write this. Some writers fall in love with the moon and write sonnets, but I found inspiration in the cute little noises Jenny makes with my achingly hard cock… nearly inside her tight, pink, virgin asshole.

Such cute noises. Like she doesn’t quite know she’s making them; little sighs when it starts to feel good, little gasps when she got brave enough to push further back against me, little whimpers when it hurts just a bit.

I could come right here right now, with maybe a little eye contact and the right combination of horny noises. I’m so hard I could probably keep fucking her even then, just ease my throbbing dick deeper into her arse with the hot natural lubricant aiding me.

And hold myself there until my eyesight came back, and the clashing neural cymbals faded to a pleasant static-y ache. Until she’s relaxed and happy and horny, and she gives me that look that says ‘fuck me hard, big guy’.

…

I let my gaze drag softly over her back from where our flesh meets, along her spine until I catch her sly blue eye as she half turns to look.

“How are you doing, Gorgeous?” I’m being supportive as hell right now. We’ve really been connecting the last few weeks and I think trying this might be the reward.

If we can do it, that is. So far we’re about… halfway, and Jenny is doing some good for my ego by writhing and moaning like she’s being ravished by a ‘roided-up Gorgon right now, but I don’t think the eager pulsing of my cock inside her is helping.

“You’re really big…” Jenny confirms for me.

“You always know just what to say to me…” I hiss with laughter, but the movement is uncomfortable for Jenny and I withdraw just a little, give her some breathing room.

“Relatively big then…” Jenny doesn’t speak in complete sentences when she’s being fucked in the ass; we’re learning a lot about each other today.

“You want to go back to the toy for a bit?” I ask, and keep any disappointment from my voice. It takes as long as it takes, and Jenny is worth the wa..

“No…” She purrs at the same time she starts grinding back down onto my cock. The friction is delicious for me, but I think a little more lube would make things easier.

“Fuck…” I suppose I act out my verbs when I’m horny, or narrate what I’m doing, it depends how fatalistic you are. “Jenny…” I growl and fall to rest with my weight on my knuckles, my hands either side of hers.

“I love you.” She says to me, relaxing a little just to emphasise the point I think.

“I love you.” I say, tensing up a little. Christ, this is intense. This is like a whole other virginity she’d been holding out all this time, and I’m the lucky bastard that gets to pop her cherry.

I realise this would be a weird time to propose, and that I’m going to have to make up a story about where I was when I decided Jenny was the one for me, if only so we have something we can tell people in polite company.

Then I realise I’d need a ring too. Tradition really cramps my spontaneity sometimes.

Jenny pushes further than before, she feels my thighs meeting hers and tenses up.

“Easy…” I grunt at the sensation of being enveloped by her, but as wonderful as it feels for me, I have to consider this is Jenny’s first time.

“Oww…” She whimpers softly, trying not to tense up more from the sting. I pull back again slowly.

“Here, lie back down for a bit.” I say. “Is it bad?”

“I’ve had bigger pains in the ass than this.” Jenny is also cute when she’s doing deadpan understatements. We share a comradely chuckle.

I slowly ease my still-throbbing cock out of her. Jenny winces as I pop out of her and lays gently back down on the bed.

She’s rushing it a little, thinking canlı bahis she can just push back against me and relax after, not before. That kind of wild fuck seems a little advanced for a first try.

My kisses leave little smudges of moisture on her skin, glinting in the light as I nuzzle between her thighs to give her slick, hot, aching pussy some attention.

She’s wet, swollen, sticky. Like if we’d been out all day and I’d been teasing her with kisses and touches until she was almost humping my leg, and she couldn’t do anything about it until we got back to the car…

Good times. I often find myself remembering things like that while I’m kissing my lover’s clit for her.

“Mmm…” Jenny has a low, expressive sort of moan at times like this. Even though she’s a little sore she’s still as horny as I am. No-one said anything about giving up.

Jenny spreads out her arms and focuses on the coolness of the bed beneath her. When my lips softly tug at her clit she draws up one leg a little, giving me better access.

“You’re obsessed with my pussy…” She teases me in a lazy, distracted voice. I reply with a loud sucking noise as I slurp on her clit, making her shiver and then giggle.

To be fair, I’m obsessed with her ass too, and her tits. Jenny has a broad appeal, and not just because of her slim, lithe body. Once I caught myself watching her sleep in my arms just because she was beautiful, just to listen to her breathing. I never realised I was sentimental before that.

I was about to get lost in a happy little reverie while I sucked her clit, but Jenny helpfully wiggles her ass under my palms holding her open to me. I sometimes think we would have tried this months ago if I didn’t keep getting one taste of her then forgetting everything else.

This wasn’t quite what she was prompting me to do, but I let out a low growl of pleasure as I keep licking and kissing slowly upward from her pussy to her ass.

“Babe… God…” She giggles in between the words, surprised at my boldness. I’ve never kissed her there before, she’s always been too shy to let me before.

But she’s letting me now, and the moan that interrupts her giggling is feedback enough for me to continue. She tastes of the lube we’ve been liberally applying, cherry flavoured on my whim. Cherry lube for popping her cherry with, from me that passes for wit.

“Fuck…” Jenny’s voice is brazenly loud for a second and then she shuts herself up, blushing from head to toe as she clamps a hand naughtily over her lips.

I had my mouth full, so I just growled agreement from between the gorgeous curves of her backside and gently slide my warm tongue inside her.

“Oh my god…” Jenny is really outdoing herself with the commentary today. It’s about half the reason I’ve been rock solid for the last hour or so, and just like Jenny I’m starting to get a little ache of frustration deep inside.

Jenny writhes subtly in the bed, this new sensation is probably where we should have started. But build-up is important, she would’ve been too shy to let me without a lot of foreplay, cuddling and a drastic temporary lowering of inhibitions.

She feels almost as tight to my tongue, but as I reach under my mouth to rub her clit with the pad of my thumb she relaxes her ass.

“Mmm.” I mumble, not stopping now we’re making progress.

“Like…” Jenny trails off. “Like that?” I can see the rosy pink blush wash over her skin, at least the limited but erotic sliver of her ass and back that I can see from here.

“Mhmm…” I mumble again, with feeling. Jenny seems to have gotten the hang of relaxing now, letting me give her long licks as well as gently fucking her with my tongue.

Jenny tenses up, her feet had been making lazy circles in the air but now her legs straighten out and clamp tight around me.

“Ooh…” Jenny is lying with her head on her folded arms, her eyes shut as she focuses on the feeling.

For a second I wondered if Jenny came before I expected, it was a close run thing and even she wasn’t sure at first. She clamps her thighs hard on either side of my neck, trying to wring the last delicious sensation from her nerves.

I try to press my tongue as deep into her as I can. I’ve always had something of an oral fixation when it comes to women, though I’d argue in Jenny’s case it’s because of the way she reacts.

“Fuck me…” Jenny says in a whimper. I smile and keep up my teasing licks, chuckling softly.

“No, really.” Jenny says in a more urgent tone. “I’m ready. Fuck me…” She moans again as I circle her ass with the tip of my tongue, dipping bahis siteleri in to tease her again.

I’m pretty hungry for it too by this point, I scoop my arm under her hips and lift her up to her knees. She’s looking right at me, the view along her curving back as I trickle lube onto her, then myself, then spread it around.

“Mmm…” She purrs for me as I press the head of my cock into her again. Easier this time, Jenny has drawn a hand up between her legs to rub herself at the same time.

“Perfect…” I was going to say something else but I just trail off into a happy little groan at the hot slick feeling of her.

I watch her eyes as we get back to about where we were before, she bites her lip and watches me back.

I push further, slowly but firmly, and Jenny leans back into me just a little as we meet in the middle. After a few weeks talking about it and a few playful attempts with fingers and toys, we’re there.

“Oh…” Jenny makes such a soft, intimate little noise. It wasn’t noisy before but it felt like the whole house went silent. I’m reminded of other intimate moments with her, it felt like that the first time we kissed too.

I wait a moment, watch her face as I run soothing palms over her back. Her eyes are closed now, but she gives me a slow nod, sighing against the pillows.

I pull mostly out and slowly push back, eliciting another low groan from both of us. It would be stupid to play favourites with Jenny’s body, but this is different. This kind of intimacy is new to both of us, it adds a nervous energy to every sensation. It’s not just sex when you’re exploring like this.

I repeat the slow fuck, and get the same slow flex from Jenny as she shifts on the bed and lines me up just right.

It’s been about a minute since I teased her, I notice.

“Having fun, Gorgeous?” Her eyes flutter open and she blushes a deep crimson, biting her lip again. I love when she does that.

I emphasise the question with a slow, deep fuck, an easy rhythm I could keep up all day.

“Mmm…” Jenny turns her head to rest on the other side, avoiding my steady gaze but still pushing back against my cock.

“That’s a ‘yes’.” I lean down and support my weight on one hand, holding myself deep inside her as we adjust position. Now Jenny’s beautifully curved back is pressed to my chest, my arms slipping under her hips to bring her as tight against me as I can.

“Fuck…” I whisper in her ear, kiss her cheek as she chuckles. I can only act all cool and aloof for a little bit, then I remember that Jenny is naked and we’re fucking. No matter how many times we do, that thought never gets old.

I glide my hands up her body and take hold of her breasts as I thrust deep into her ass, both of us lost in the feeling of it all for a while. That slow fuck was like a dance, neither of us feeling any urgency to do anything but enjoy each other.

“I love you.” I kiss her earlobe after I say it, let out a long contented groan as she takes me easily now.

“I love you too.” She giggles, I feel the vibration of it inside her.

“What’s funny?” I croon in her ear, unable to pay too much attention to anything other than holding her and making love to her.

“You go all warm and fuzzy as soon as you’re in me.” Jenny giggles again, then moans as I flex my cock inside her.

“Warm and fuzzy?” I try to convey what I think of this in the more confident thrust, the playful squeeze of her nipples between my fingers and thumbs.

Jenny doesn’t answer for a few moments, I remind myself this is a first for her and slow down again. Jenny lazily lifts her head and turns the other way to face me.

“Mmm…” Jenny luxuriates under me. “You’re so serious until you’re fucking me, then you…” She trails off as sensations ripple through her.

“Then I what?” I prompt, teasing her again.

“Ahh…” Jenny reaches behind her to grip the back of my neck by the hair, squeezing me tight. I smooch along the nape of her neck and knead her breasts in my hands, waiting for her answer.

She’s flushed and distracted, her full lips hang slightly parted as she breathes deep and fast, struggling to balance until I put a supportive arm around her.

What the hell, we can talk later.

I kiss between her shoulder-blades, making her shiver, then I put one hand there to keep her head down as I start fucking her harder and faster.

I think Jenny might just be a natural. This new sensation makes her squirm and writhe like she does when I’m rolling her clit between my lips.

The great thing about her is that she’s full of surprises. I didn’t bahis şirketleri know she could draw until we’d been dating for four months, now I have one of her designs tattooed on my arm. This time she surprises me by getting so into it she got almost… competitive.

Jenny gradually lifts up onto her elbows and I lift up to give her room, one arm supporting us and one still wrapped affectionately around her chest.

She lifts up more and we both wobble in balance for a second as we transition from prone to some variation on doggy, and now into a sensually slow sort of grind in my lap as I kneel and she arches her back.

I want to say something. But I was too smart to interrupt this wanton mood she’s in, things get really good when Jenny is feeling brave and explorative.

“You fucker…” She accuses me sweetly, as if this wasn’t a joint effort, as if it wasn’t her grinding down onto my cock that was making her feel that way.

I keep quiet, accepting the credit along with the blame, bite her earlobe in that friendly ‘you’re mine’ sort of way.

Usually that makes her giggle, sometimes it makes her so ticklish she fights me off. Today she sighs low and loud, like she was waiting for me to do that. I feel the vibration of it in her chest, and then she lifts her hands off the bed and wraps them around my shoulders from in front.

Riding in my lap, arching her back, sticking her chest out as I go back to holding her breasts in each hand, pulling her down onto me a little harder as Jenny really starts getting into her rhythm.

“… fuckin’ love you…” I say between groans as I hug her tighter to my chest.

“… love you…” Jenny never fails to respond to those three little words. It’s becoming a bit of a game for me to say it when she’s losing herself in the moment.

She’s gasping now, panting and gripping my neck and shoulders hard. I tweak her nipples just to make her moan and then wrap my arms around her hips so I can fuck her harder.

“… fucker…” She’s still calling me names, and I feel like evening the score.

“… you’re the…” I try, but Jenny had started experimenting with squeezing me as she rides me, and it took a minute for me to focus on anything else.

“You were… saying?” She laughs, grinding down deeper into my lap. I become aware that she’s taken over somewhere in the last few minutes. The woman is insidious, I love that.

I groan and give up on dialogue for a bit. We can think later.

She feels perfect, smooth and lithe, misted with passionate sweat, blooming with heat. Never ever wanted to let her go.

So I held on, and grit my teeth, and kissed the back of her neck, and growled the way that makes her shiver.

And came, in an energetic, bounding series of seconds as Jenny gets there right with me. Hard to tell who set who off, but I’m blaming her cute moans and the sly look in her eyes.

Heat creeping under my skin, the coolness of her shoulder against my cheek as I hug her, slowing down but not stopping.

Jenny felt it as a wild frozen second, a novel blend of min/maxed sensations that made the build-up seem tame. She tenses hard around me, holds herself down deep in my lap and lets out a low hard groan, then suddenly remembers to breathe in.

“Fucking…” Jenny also acts out her verbs on occasion, but this time she only manages one before letting out a shivery kind of unintentional groan that teases the last clench of orgasm from my body.

But Jenny, being a show-off at heart, manages to keep going for… I don’t know. I want to say at least a minute, but it was probably half that. I was too distracted by Jenny’s intensity.

“Mmm…” A cute little whimper halfway through as she manages to catch one deep breath. She’s shaking in my lap, unsteady as her hands move down to grip my thighs under her for support.

I chuckle, rub my cheek against hers and hug her tight as she relaxes in stages back into my arms.

We wobble as she forgets to balance, but I was ready for it, keep her steady, listen to her happy chuckling noises as she remembers what we just did.

“Mhmm…” She agrees with something one of us said earlier, making me laugh.

My laugh makes my cock throb inside her and she moans, flexing her back against my chest.

“That was…” I couldn’t think of more words.

“Yeah…” She agrees with me.

With a pair of lustful groans, we part, and she turns over in the bed.

I watch her eyes, considering that we only had one first time together like that, and that it went so well there might be a second time.

“You’re the best, Babe.” I tell her, I’ve told her before but she looks like she believes me this time. It would’ve been worth the wait just for that.

“Well then you’re the second best.” She tells me.

We kiss.

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I really thought I was nuts and I sought help. I picked a psychiatrist out of the book and made an emergency appointment with a receptionist.

How was I to know that Dr. Bumgarten would turn out to be in her early thirty’s, five foot nothing, ninety pounds, with long, red hair, full red lips, and an ass that I could cover with one hand.

I almost walked out as sweat began to pour off my forehead while my dick strained against the waistband of my jeans.

I got a grip on, sat down and, as she urged me on, explained in graphic detail the situation I found myself in.

As I got further and further into my tales of depraved ass rape she got redder and redder, squirmed in her chair, and her breath came harder and faster.

By the time I was pouring out the tale of the out of town whore who was so accommodating to my hand, the doctor ripped off her blouse and skirt and came around to where I sat in a chair. My head was down and my eyes were shut tight. I couldn’t look at this woman as I poured out my tale of shame and degradation.

My eyes flew open as I felt her hot breath through the fabric of my jeans. My dick was rock hard, even as I tried to purge myself of the guilt of my desires. She reached up and put a finger to my lips and I quit talking. She undid my pants and pulled them down to reveal my straining, still raw dick. I raised my hips to let her slide the pants off and spread my legs as she knelt to lick the tender underside of my cockhead. In a sudden gulp she swallowed my length and held me soaking in her warm, soothing spit. She slowly worked her tongue around my shaft and began a gentle sucking that started at the back of her throat where my dickhead rested.

I reached down and lifted her up so that my dick slid out of her grasping mouth. I turned her around and pulled down the skimpy frill of her underwear to expose the tiny cheeks and clenched crack of her ass. I leaned forward and ran my stiffened tongue down her sweating split. As my tongue touched the hot flesh of her cheeks she bent at the waist so that her crack spread wide. My tongue flew to her perfect pink pucker and I licked into the steamy hole.

She was sweet, with no hint of any flavor other than salty sweat and warm skin. I went lower with my tongue to bury it between her cunt lips. At the same time I put my hands around her tiny, perfectly shaped thighs and lifted her up as I leaned back in the chair. She put her hands on my knees and helped as I positioned her legs over the back of the chair on either side of my head. I pulled her back so that my tongue had access to both her slick holes and her mouth settled over my upthrust dick. She tightened her lips around my shaft and started a vacuum cleaner suction on my cockhead, raising up to get her tongue tip into the leaking hole at the end.

I licked at her clit and swabbed up and down her cunt slit. I rammed my tongue deep into her snatch and my nose met the tight pucker of her asshole. She pushed back against my nose and the tip stretched out the ring. She rode my nose with her rectum while my tongue reamed deep into her pussy. Her tongue worked up and down the shaft of the dick she had swallowed deep into her throat. I bucked my hips up and crammed more of my straining illegal bahis cock into her mouth as she ground her pussy on my tongue and her bung onto my nose. I sucked air into my lungs through my gaping mouth and outstretched tongue. Her flowing juice streamed into my throat and I almost choked on it as I gasped for breath. My nose was tight against her pucker and no air could get into it. We rode each other until the shivers of pending orgasm began and she sucked and swallowed my pulsing dick until the cum boiled up from my sack and shot into her throat. The slick, hot juices of her clenched snatch bathed my aching tongue as her uncontrollable spasms of ecstasy jerked her asshole on my nose.

Spent, we rested for a few moments. She kept a gentle steady suction on my dick and it stayed hard in her hot mouth. I pushed her forward off my face and admired the perfect, pulsing holes just inches in front of me. I held her cheeks in my hands and put my index finger against the pucker of her asshole. She groaned as I gently massaged her anus and squeezed her taut cheeks.

I stopped poking my finger at her tight bung, lifted her legs off the chair and helped her get into position so that she sat on my stomach, face forward and laid back against my chest. As I took both petite nipples between my thumbs and forefingers she took my stiff dick in hand and slid down so that the cockhead pressed just inside her soaking pussy lips. A fresh flood of juice gushed out and bathed my cockhead. She moaned with anticipation and eased her ass down my stomach. With agonizing slowness she worked my dick into her clenching pussy and I pulled and twisted her nipples as I resisted the driving need to pound back into her slick, hot snatch. After an eternity that only saw half my length encased in her pussy I could stand it no longer. I jerked down hard with both hands wrapped around her tits. With a cry of pain she pounded down to ease the agony in her breasts and rammed the rest of my straining cock past the end of her cunt tunnel and deep into her cervix. The tight little hole expanded and contracted around the head of my pecker and she gasped at the fullness in her. I let go of her left tit and ran my hand down between us until it cupped the straining cheeks of her ass.

I pushed with my middle finger into the crack and found her rubberband sphincter. I stabbed and twisted my finger into her asshole and she raised her hips and moved her ass to rotate around the stiff finger in her butthole and the pulsing dick in her cunt. I moved my own ass to work my dick partway out of her sucking pussy then rammed back and up to the hilt. Over and over we ground against each other with my finger trapped deep in her butt. She raised higher and higher off my dick until each withdrawal left only the tip between her cunt lips. I used the hand under her ass to hold her up in that position and slipped my index finger up her bung to join the one still in her. She tightened down so hard on the two fingers penetrating her anus that I thought I would lose circulation in them. I crooked the fingers in her ass and pulled back down to drive her deep onto my cock. I pulled my other arm around her stomach and heaved up out of the chair. My fingers and dick drove deeper illegal bahis siteleri into her grasping holes as I turned her face to the chair. She grabbed the back of the chair with her hands as I dropped her onto the seat of the chair with her straining ass in the air. I pulled my fingers out of her butt with a sucking sound and placed both hands in her cheeks.

We sweated and cried out with effort as I began a long hard pound deep into her slick cunt. I pulled all the way out after each thrust and drove back through her pussy lips to bury my cock deep into her. She held perfectly still with my hands tight on her cheeks as I slammed again and again into her tight depths. My cock was so sore with all the raw violence of the last two days that I was sure I could never heal. But, the woman I was pounding at was irresistible to me. I knew that I would fuck her until we both collapsed. I slammed deep and held her tight against me as her pussy muscles spasmed up and down the shaft of my dick. I felt the boiling in my sack as her trembling body worked up to a second coming that threatened to drown us both in it’s blind intensity.

I pulled back one last time as the cum worked it’s way down my shaft and hesitated at the door to her pussy until I felt the stinging at the end of my cockhead. At that moment she pushed back against me and I slammed forward. I filled her way past the end of her cunt and she shook in spasmodic jerks as my prick pulsed and shot hot cum deep into her. Over and over our orgasms shook us, while sweat poured out of us and the jiz flowed out around the base of my deeply buried shaft. Even before the last of the cum oozed out of my aching cock I pulled out of her fiery hole. I took the base of my dick and pulled the head up to her asshole. She was clenched so tightly as she continued to shudder from her orgasm that the pucker was only half as big around as before. I gave a push and the head of my dick entered the hole until it hit the ring of muscle that held her tightly shut. A last gob of hot cum splashed out and at the feel of the burning liquid against her hole she gasped and relaxed her tight grip. I lunged forward and drove half my length into her anus. She screamed with agony and threw herself back on my raping prick. I was buried to the hilt in her spasming asshole. The stretched walls of her butt clenched around my bulging shaft and her sphincter squeezed the base of my dick. The blood engorging my pecker was trapped from the pressure of her clenching muscles and my swollen shaft grew even larger.

She ground back against me and worked my shaft in her asshole. I pulled out of her hot dark hole and her grip was so tight that the skin of my crotch was stretched tight as her asshole sucked back at my rigid pole. When the ridge of skin at the base of my cockhead hit against her clenching sphincter it took all my strength to finish fucking out of her. My cockhead was pinched by her clutching hole and I held it in that grip so that her spasms massaged the tender underside. I pulled the rest of the way out and her muscles snapped her hole tight with a pop. I reared back and lunged. My pole drove deep into her hard, rubbery shit tunnel, the friction of my long, fast slide pulled the head of my canlı bahis siteleri dick back and opened the slit hole at the tip. She cried out at the savage pounding against her cheeks as the base of my cock was engulfed in her butt.

My thighs crushed against her and I ground deeper and deeper into her hot hole. I twisted and thrust and pulled back to fuck deep into her again and again. She grunted with the effort as her muscles kept up a rhythmic spasm up and down her asswalls. The massage on my shaft was excruciating. My already raw, tender bung splitter was taking a beating inside her but I gritted my teeth and started a long, hard, fast fuck into her shithole. All at once she gave a great shout and tried to pull away from me. All her effort had drained her and her asshole was sore and bleeding from the pounding thrusts that I gave her. I straightened my legs so that I stood at my full height and the base of my dick pulled up inside her abused tunnel. She raised up off her knees and again tried to move away from the ravaging dick slammed into her butt.

I fell forward with her thighs gripped tight in my hands so that her chest hit the back of the chair and her head hung over the edge. I kept her suspended with my dick in her ass and her upper body on the chair. I twisted her torso so that she was suddenly laying on her upper back against the chair and her legs followed around to poke straight up and rest against my chest. The feel of her tight hole twisting on my flaming dick was unbelievable so I put my hands under her ass and twisted her back and forth on my stiff shaft. The change of direction must have triggered a reserve of pleasure for her and she groaned and used her stomach muscles to help me get even more motion into the twist. She started to milk at my shaft with her butt muscles again. The delicious sensation started the juice in my sac to stir and look for a way out. She shuddered and shook with the effort she put into milking my prick.

I pulled back and jerked her down so that her back was on the chair cushion and her legs were shoved back over her head and spread wide. I looked down into her slime coated cunt that pulsed and gaped, past it to the massive shaft crammed into her shithole. I got down on my knees and let her ass settle into the cushion. Then I thrust and thrust deeper and deeper into her asshole. Her asswalls clenched tightly around my shaft as her orgasm built and the cum leaked out the tip of my straining prick. I pulled out of her and my dick was coated with a brown stain that dripped to the floor and filled the air with the perfume of well-fucked asshole. I plunged deep into her reeking shithole, she bucked up to meet my thrusts and together we burst into an agony of orgasmic spasms. The fluid spurted out of my throbbing shaft and burned into her bowels. She screamed with ecstasy as my shaft swelled even larger. She lunged up with a shudder and gripped her sphincter tight around the base of my shaft. I held tight into her asshole as the last of the juice shot out of my dickhole. She gasped one last time and collapsed into the chair as her legs dropped to the floor. My dick was still trapped in her spasming hole as I fell on her and reached for her mouth with mine. We kissed deeply and our tongues intertwined as my prick relaxed in her still tight grip. We slipped off the chair to the plush carpet now stained with our fluids. I caressed her tits and kissed her until my limp shaft slipped out of her leaking asshole and dragged on the carpet.

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Camelot Ch. 2 Anal Queen Triad

The first chapter of ‘Camelot’ was published earlier.

When Mordred sat his trap, the greatest champion of Camelot had to fight his fellow knights to escape with his life. Guinevere was found guilty of treason. Brokenhearted Arthur had to condemn his Queen to burn at the stake. On the eve of the execution, however, one man rode to Guinevere’s salvation: Lancelot. The Queen’s rescue shattered the fellowship of the round table. In the chaos that ensued, armies were formed to clash in battle. Guinevere decided to take the veil, but before that Arthur, Guinevere and Lancelot met secretly…

Arthur rode through the forest in a hurry. Wrapped in a simple attire and carefully keeping to the shadowy paths, nobody would suspect the horseman to be no less than King Arthur, King of Britain, about to meet his Queen and his First Knight. Even his sword, the renowned Excalibur, was carefully hidden in a simple scabbard, the hilt provisionally wrapped in linen. Through the long ride his thoughts inevitably roamed though the past, evoking shredded memories.

They were so young when he and Guinevere were wedded, a wedding of convenience, bringing a reluctant Kingdom into the United Family of Kingdoms. The wedding created a situation benefiting both parties and strengthening Britain against foreign invaders. They were so young and inexperienced. He was only recently sexually inaugurated by a country lass and tested by a young widow of a fallen knight, both with warm hearts for the youth-king, almost performing sex like a patriotic contribution. Guinevere was totally inexperienced and only at their wedding night had Arthur clumsily taken her virginity.

Despite all these handicaps, it seemed a miracle they actually fell in love. Guinevere admired his ideals, his honesty and his ambitious plans. She loved to listen to him, fascinated by his dreams. When differences of opinions appeared, Guinevere made herself quite useful. Some rough knights softened up considerably hearing his arguments, decorated by her charm. Arthur loved just to look at her, to enjoy her gracious movements. She had blossomed from a cute young lady to a woman of exquisite beauty. Although there was never really passion in the bedroom, there was warmth, tenderness and lots of laughter. When Arthur went to war, women regularly visited his tent as was the contemporary custom, but Guinevere never sought another companion, until the passion arrived…

The minute Arthur and Lancelot met, they developed a great friendship. Lancelot had a great passion for swordsmanship and warfare and eagerly absorbed Arthur’s ideas on battle tactics. Arthur’s knowledge of metal alloys, learned from Merlin, combined with Lancelot’s creativity in the development of new weapons, made for a formidable partnership. Their friendship was forged even more during a couple of military campaigns they fought together. For everyone it was clear Lancelot was the First Knight of the King.

Arthur soon also detected his friend’s admiration for his wife. It took him some longer to realize his Queen, in return, was developing feelings for his First Knight. It created an awkward situation, especially Lancelot participating in many tournaments and being without a consort, often was riding (and winning) as the Queen’s champion. Although worried and disappointed, Arthur as King and symbol for unity, couldn’t bring himself to a hard confrontation. Until Mordred saw to it the civilized, discrete solution snapped and forced him to follow the unwanted consequences. Initially Arthur succeeded in delaying the decision process, but when the start of spring eased the communication with the northern kingdoms, armies were formed to clash in battle. Now Arthur hurried to have a last meeting with the two people nearest to him.

In their absence Sir Aelfrith, one of his most dedicated knights, died and his widow Lady Oruale had sought refuge in Camelot against the threat from the Saxons. Oruale was of Irish origin. The daughter of Erin was not only strikingly beautiful, but also independent and a nonconformist both in her opinions and her behavior. One day Arthur saw her walking in the garden and approached her to ask how she handled her loss. She had looked at him with her mysterious green eyes and told him quite frankly she felt lonely. Not only that, she had trouble handling her natural urges. In the following moment of silence she had continued and asked him if she could visit his bedroom at night. There was no cuteness in her eyes and Arthur, not unaccustomed to ladies sharing his tent during a campaign, reacted as might be expected from a King trying to be helpful.

Arthur was surprised Oruale was so fiercely passionate when she fulfilled her urges. She almost drowned him in his juices and even urged him to fill her tiniest orifice, howling out the joy and ecstasy this gave her. She was eager to have him repeat this exotic penetration, showing him her gratitude by smothering his flesh with her mouth the moment he let it slip from her darkest channel. Arthur never thought he would engage a woman in sexual illegal bahis jousting with such ardor and vitality, but he did. Oruale confided she learned all those exotic ways to pleasure a man from Lancelot some years ago when her husband was severely wounded and bedridden for months. When she left Camelot because the threat of the Saxons had been lifted, they left as good friends who helped each other in difficult times. For Arthur, Guinevere remained his great love but now he rode his horse through the forest and thought of her, he felt eagerness in his loins he hadn’t felt for years.

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They met in a remote inn, far from the main throughway. Arthur immediately was led to the spacious bedroom, reserved for important guests. After about ten minutes Guinevere and Lancelot entered the room and the innkeeper discretely disappeared. They both knelt down as soon as they were alone.

“My Lord.”

“My King.”

Arthur looked at Guinevere. He almost forgot how beautiful she was. She had been grown older, but her age and simple attire couldn’t hide the natural beauty of her skin and the regality of her posture. Why his familiar feelings of warmth and affection this time mingled with feelings of passion and lust? The sight of her feet, barely visible between the long folds of her dress, and the modest onset of her breasts was enough to stir the flesh in his loins. Was it their long separation? Was it his experience with Lady Oruale who had introduced him to lewd acts of sexuality he never experienced before? Or was it the realization he had lost her and she now seemed a challenge to be re-captured? How he longed to embrace her, to feel her body.

“I missed you… both!”

With all emotions he had gone through, Arthur felt no more words needed to be said. They knew him better than himself and automatically would fill in the rest. Guinevere heard the anguish in his voice, the hesitation in his body. Overwhelmed by feelings of guilt, she felt to her knees, gripping his leg guards.

“It is all my fault! I was weak and visited him at night… Please, my Lord, forgive me…”

“If someone is to blame, it’s me, my King. I should have left but I couldn’t find the right moment. There seemed always a battle we had to win and the Queen….” Lancelot didn’t finish and merely bowed his head.

“Sir Lancelot, I am grateful you saved the Queen’s life. Please rise, my Knight and friend. Please rise too, my Queen, I could and can never remain at anger with you. You know I will always love you!”

Sobbing Guinevere threw herself in his open arms. Resting her head familiarly on his shoulder, wild emotions swirling through her head, she released her emotions in fragments of words.

“Arthur, I love you too… even when I betrayed you… I kept my secret chamber only for you… for my love and King… but I love him too… he is your right hand and your force… I love you both… I wish I could make love to you both…”

One of the virtues of a King is the ability to evaluate a situation swiftly and make decisions accordingly. The three of them could lament their situation the whole evening or…

“If that’s your real wish, my Queen, it could be arranged!”

Even Guinevere, always so quick-witted, needed a couple of minutes to read into the double entendre of his words. Could it be? Not her serious Arthur! But then she looked at his face, his scrutinizing look, and there was more. Yes, there had been a passion in his voice, a passion she felt from him such a long time ago she couldn’t even remember. When did he exchange his usual tenderness for passion? Something must be happened the last months, the last weeks…

And then, with the intuition of a loving spouse, Guinevere knew… Oruale, of course, it must be Oruale! In one of her last talks with Arthur he mentioned her husband was dying and his concerns about the Saxon threat and the necessity to move the women and children to Camelot temporarily. Inside she smiled. How fortunate Arthur found just the right woman to console him through these gruesome times. She should be grateful to Oruale. It seemed Arthur had a revived passion for her, just now, just at this impossible moment. Guinevere had secretly watched Oruale in the past; she knew how passionate her lady in waiting was in her surrender. Arthur would have acquired new desires, wicked desires. Guinevere blushed and rose.

“I wish it my King, allow me to leave and prepare myself for your pleasure…”

Lancelot looked bewildered, feeling an outsider in this spousal exchange of thoughts he couldn’t comprehend. Arthur came to his help.

“You can retire too, sir Lancelot, and present the Queen as she wants to.”

When they had left Arthur undressed and waited comfortably in a simple housecoat.

He didn’t have to wait too long before Guinevere and Lancelot entered the room. They both had changed to comfortable housecoats. Only Guinevere had applied the creams, lady’s of the court used to apply to beautify themselves. Arthur couldn’t hide his emotions seeing her again as he remembered her.

“Join illegal bahis siteleri me, Lancelot, stand at my right side as usual.”

Lancelot hesitatingly complied, still not grasping completely what was going on. He only had followed the directions to undress, put on a comfortable dress and joined her afterwards. Only now, next to Arthur, he could look at her at ease. Guinevere never seemed more beautiful, more regal, and more confident what to do. She approached the two men, alternately looking at them, until she stood just before them.

“How can we be at your service, my Queen?” Arthur asked, his voice trembling in emotion.

“My lords, I love you both, more than myself. I wish I could make love to you both.”

Only then Lancelot understood the true implications of the words the spouses exchanged earlier. He felt a relief beyond measure. Arthur, his friend, had accepted their shameful past and decided to move on.

“I serve at the pleasure of my Queen! What about you Lancelot?”

“I serve at the pleasure of my Queen!” Lancelot said firmly.

He saw Arthur raising his arm, placing it on Guinevere’s right shoulder and instinctively synchronized his movement to her left shoulder. When Guinevere uttered a sigh of expectation it was like a sign to slide her dress from her shoulders and like a marble statue Guinevere was unveiled, her body shining in all its alabaster nudity. At such close range Guinevere almost could feel their gaze caress her body; Arthur deeply reflective and passionate, Lancelot eager and full of energy. Poor knight, he felt so guilty he never mustered up the courage to approach her bedroom at night again.

“Let me inspect your weapons, my lords!”

Arthur immediately downed his housecoat, followed by Lancelot. Their stabbing weapons presented themselves in fine condition. Compared with Lancelot’s, Arthur’s sword was shorter, but made quite an impression by the tremendous width at its basis. Of course the King always had a certain priority and Guinevere started to work on the cock she was so familiar with. It stood so firm on its broad base. Even the uncircumcised purple strawberry at the top was so fat, it had trouble to come free itself from its enclosure. Guinevere knew exactly the remedy that would give him the most pleasure. Lovingly she closed her lips just under the prepuce, tenderly pushing the foreskin over the convex surface of his glans with the velvety pressure of her lips. She licked and sucked under the sensitive ridge, knowing how much this would excite him. Arthur desperately tried to extend his pleasure, to show how much he was in control of himself. He didn’t have a chance! Just at the right moment her lips engulfed him completely, starting a sucking pumping motion that set him off immediately. Bellowing loud Arthur let his hot seed flow in her warm hospital mouth. Smiling almost triumphantly Guinevere looked up to him, a small stream of sperm flowing down from the corner of her mouth.

“You have missed me, my lord.”

Since Arthur was breathing heavily and had no reply, Guinevere turned around to inspect the next subject at hand. Compared with Arthur’s, Lancelot’s spear had a delightful length. The long lance was moving nervously up and down. Under her scrutinizing look it even seemed to grow longer. Challenging herself to take its exact measure Guinevere tried to engulf it completely, trying to let the tip touch the back of her throat. Her effort seemed to fail but her knight, as always coming to her assistance, pulled her head till her face was buried in his dark forest. Guinevere expressed her appreciation by stroking her fingers through his dangling balls. When she felt assured they were amply filled, Guinevere knelt down on all fours before him with her bottom invitingly up. Arthur saw she looked up to him, an unspoken petition in those beautiful blue eyes. He put his hand on her forehead.

“You may allow him inside your golden fleece, my love. You owe him your life!”

Lancelot didn’t know what to do. Was he supposed to thank his King? Or could he just proceed and invade the Golden Fleece? His hesitation took Guinevere too long; eagerly she reached between her thighs, took his long sword in her hand and guided it into her welcoming scabbard. Lancelot gasped in utter joy and delight. In the past weeks he had just overseen her recovery and barely had spoken to her. They had hugged, but neither of them ever dared to speak about that fateful night, troubled as they were by feelings of guilt and shame.

Now he felt if a heavy burden was lifted from him. With the blessing of his King he now had entered a realm he didn’t dare to even think he would ever enter. It was so heavenly warm and wet, her inner muscles massaging him, welcoming him; her thighs encircling him and rubbing against his loins; his breasts providing him with a vibrant warm cushion; her arms embracing him as a chain of flesh from which he ever would want to escape. The wait had been too long and his sensations too intense. Groaning loud, Lancelot helplessly released his considerable load in her canlı bahis siteleri clinging sheath.

With sperm now leaking out from her cunt Guinevere saw her husband looking down on her, shaking his head.

“Milady, you milked me dry so quickly, and now my invincible knight. This situation requires a serious retribution! If you love us that much, you should provide us with some more protracted pleasures.”

The smile in his face indicated their game had just begun.

“What kind of pleasures has the King of Britain in mind?”

“You could start bending over and rest your hands on the chair. Why did you never pleasure me more often in your shadowy back garden?”

“Because you are so bbiggg, my Lord, oooooh… have mercy, your sword is so wiiiiide…!”

Arthur’s proud bulb was so fat she had trouble to take it past her hind-gate.

“Don’t you know you can wet it, like some wenches do?”

“Yesss, yes, I’ll turn around and wet it with my mouth.”

And Guinevere did. Spinning around, she knelt down and reached her mouth upwards invitingly. When his massive flesh entered, Guinevere eagerly entwining the purple storm-cone with her tongue, wetting his pulsating flesh with saliva. When she resumed her bending position, he mercilessly knifed her on his sword in one flowing thrust. When he started fucking her, each time he thrusted forwards her sphincter was distended by the broad basis of his stem.

Again Lancelot looked bewildered, feeling an outsider while Guinevere allowed her royal husband the sexual favor she allowed him months ago. The heat of their coupling revived his flesh noticeably, and certainly didn’t remain unnoticed to Arthur.

“Lance, there is still an opening to be filled! Ginny’s mouth will feel empty when I fill her arse.”

It was the first time Arthur used the name only used by family and close friends. It was a sign formality definitely was replaced by a teasing game of lust and pleasure. He patted her bottom like she was a common maiden of pleasure.

“What do you say, girl?”

“I serve at the pleasure of my King and my Knight.”

Lancelot didn’t need more encouragement. Always ready to serve a damsel in distress, he placed himself in front of her face with his long lance all set to defend her virtues. This damsel was in distress all right, her backside already royally invaded. She was moaning loud and her body seems out of balance, almost falling down forwards. Hurrying to her rescue Lancelot invaded her mouth, muffling her moaning and supporting her slipping front side. With the ardor of a true gallant knight he fucked her face, balancing the pounding thrusts striking her bottom. The damsel seemed to be happy and fulfilled with all the action inside her orifices, in view of the twisting and squirming of her hips.

“It looks like you are in a hot seat, Arthur” Lancelot said, “Shall I fill in for you temporarily?”

“Be my guest, Lance, I digged you a deep hole already. Let me take your place and offer our lady a taste of her own sweet arse.”

The men changed places, bringing Guinevere new sensations of debauchery and lechery. Arthur’s wet cock filled her mouth so full that her senses were overwhelmed with new tastes and aromas. Lance’s long spear bottomed out so deep in her arse, she barely dared to move her bottom. Whose hands were playing with her dangling breasts? Caressing the nape of her neck? Stroking the pit of her arms? Touching and teasing her swollen clit? They are playing with me! Screwing me! Both of them!

The two men were changing place again. Fluid was leaking from her mouth, sluggishly flowing downwards along her swanlike neck. Fluid also was leaking from her arse, turbidly flowing downwards along the surface of her snow-white bottom. The men continued changing place, exchanging crude jokes and remarks of her body parts and her position. Men are like boys, and boys will be boys. Always teasing a girl when she is alone.

She remembered the time she was a little girl. And the two boys always teasing her when she was alone, trying to hide their infatuation with her. Deep inside she instinctively felt their insecurity and the grip she held over their lives. Yet she allowed them to frighten her and to tease her. Now she was fucked by the two men she loved, teasing and humiliating her with their swollen members. Yet she knew they loved her and would give their lives to defend and protect her, both her King and her Knight. Men are just big children. And a children’s hand is easily filled…! Men are so predictable! Guinevere felt she had everything in control. Look they were changing place again, joking about her dripping holes; her King in her mouth and her Knight in her arse, herself skewered on the spit. Could a Queen ask for more?

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“Let’s move over to the bed.”

Guinevere knew this would be the final chapter. She felt herself cringe in a strange mixture of anticipation, fear and passion. Her love was flowing over. For Arthur, so wise and passionate in his concept of a country, united in freedom and justice, the man who loved her so much he would give her anything she wanted, may be even a lover… For Lancelot, so courageous and clever in battles defending his belief in freedom and justice, the man who loved her so much he would give his life for her, her handsome loyal Knight…

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