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An ex-nun, who said she had been in a very similar situation, related the outline of this story to me. Many of the details were told to me with the knowledge that I would bring them to light. I hope you enjoy this story as much as you have expressed an interest in “Seven Mile High Club” and “Joan the First Female Pope”.

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Robert English peered out the window of the speeding train. It was taking him home for the first time in eight years. Now at twenty-nine years old, he felt strong enough to take on the parents who had almost driven him insane. As he looked out the window, it didn’t seem that the train was moving, as much as the scenery was moving passed the train.

He wondered how his brothers, James and Eric were fairing. Jimmy had been married the year before Robert had left. Eric, however who was only sixteen at the time, had remained at home while Robert opted to escape and go west. He had always felt guilty about leaving them, especially Eric. The train trip turned out to be a long and tedious one with a long layover in Chicago. He probably should have flown, but his fear of flying wouldn’t let him. Actually Robert wasn’t afraid of flying; as much as he was afraid of crashing.

It was now October 17th, and September 11th was just two months ago. Who knows what those Muslim screwballs had planed now. Them and their seventy-two virgins. A lot of good the virgins would do the idiots, when they are dead.

Well it wouldn’t be long now. The conductor had just announced they would be pulling into Cincinnati in fifteen minutes. He wondered if anyone would be at the station. If they weren’t he would take a cab. Robert grabbed his two suitcases and moved through the train car toward the exit.

As the train pulled into the station Robert saw his brother Eric standing on the platform. He was pleased they hadn’t forgotten him. Eric was easy to spot, as he towered over everyone else by at least three inches, and was wearing a very tight fire engine red t-shirt that accentuated his massive physique.

Climbing down the stairs, he waived at his brother and yelled,

“Eric … Over here.”

With a quick stride, Eric ran to his brother and threw his arms around him.

“I’m so glad you are home Bob, Mom has been nuts for a week worrying that you might not show up.”

“Yah … I’m here. God Eric you look great. You been working out?”

“Everyday! I can bench my own weight now; 215 lbs. Maybe we can get to the gym before you leave.”

“That would be great. How are Jimmy and Dad?”

“Jimmy and Erin are in the middle of a divorce, and Dad? Well you know Dad. He doesn’t change much. The only thing he talks about is the weather, Mom’s crummy meatloaf and the Bengals. If he didn’t have his football every year, there would be no living with him.”

“What about you kid? What’s going on besides the gym?” asked Robert as Eric pushed Robert’s suitcases into the backseat of his Volkswagen Bug.

“Well do you remember Darla? Darla Peek?”

“Yes, of course. I used to call her “Peek a boo”. She really hated that.” Robert laughed.

“I took her to the senior prom. We danced and made out on the floor of the Boy’s Gym, until the teachers raised hell. They said that we were dancing too close. I can’t understand what the problem was; we were both adults. Who knows, maybe they were right. Darla was rubbing her crotch on my leg, and I was rock hard. It’s difficult to dance like that, yah know?”

“I know exactly what you mean. I’ve been there once or twice myself. So what happened?”

“Darla laid her head in my chest in the middle of a slow dance to “Earth Angel”; and whispered, ‘Eric I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk any more.”

“You’re kidding me. Little “peek a boo” your tomboy buddy, you have known since elementary school?”

“Yah, but she ain’t no tomboy no more.”

“Double negative Eric; maybe triple. How the hell did you ever graduate high school?”

“Football! They couldn’t keep me, ‘cus one of the coaches, Mr. Dantonio wanted me to play for the “Bearcats”.

“You’re at the University of Cincinnati?”

“Yah, but Dad won’t be happy until I’m playing for the Bengals.”

“Face it kid; Dad will never really be happy!”

“I guess. So I was at the dance with Darla. She has the sweetest ass I have ever seen. Well she was humping my leg again and two of the Lesbo girl’s gym teachers ordered us out of the dance. Like I gave a shit. We got in the car and drove around town looking for a motel, but it was graduation night and everywhere we went, all we saw was No Vacancy signs.

Darla was as hot as a summer in Panama and really wanted to fuck, so we went to Miller’s creek, and parked under a grove of trees with the rest of the kids who couldn’t get a room. Darla got out of the car, and pulled her panties off. I sat where you are sitting and she got back in and sat on my lap, looking down at me smiling. Bro she has such a tight pussy.”

Robert squirmed a little, knowing his brother and peek-a-boo, were fucking where he was now sitting.

“I ankara escort slid my cock into her tight little quim, grabbed her bare ass with both hands and fuck her for two hours. She must have cum six or eight times, all over the pants of my rented tux. Man the people at the tux shop were pissed and started cussing me out in Chinese. I gave them an extra ten bucks for the stains. It was worth it. I told the guy at the tux shop that he should at least give the pants a whiff, ’cause Darla’s pussy smell was all over them. She has the best cunt smell ever. He said,

“You not come back no more.”

Robert couldn’t help but laugh at his little brother’s adventures on prom night. He was rough, but he had a way of telling a story that made you sit up and listen.

“So? Are you and Darla still dating, if you can call it that?”

“Naw! We went out for about three months after that. She almost wore my pecker off. She is a great fuck. But she joined the NAVY right after 911. She said she wanted to help fight the war on terrorism. I don’t see it, ’cause there ain’t no fuckin’ A-rabs out in the ocean. She’s kind of a dipsy bitch, but a great fuck.”

Eric’s car turned down Lark Avenue, and all of Robert’s childhood memories came flooding back into his head. Like the time he crashed his bicycle into the ice cream truck, trying to get the guy to stop. He recalled falling out of old lady Henshaw’s apple tree and breaking his arm.

Then there was the time Jennifer Conley the girl who lived next door, let him feel her up in the orchard behind her house. She came all over his hand then she sat him down and jacked him off. They dated her last year of High School, and another year before she went off to college. Whenever he couldn’t get the car, they had great sex in the orchard, sometimes as much as four or five nights a week.

They both cared a lot for each other and talked about marriage, but her parent’s sent her away to a girl’s college in Texas of all places. Robert believed that they did it just to get her away from him. What a fantastic girl he thought. She was his first love, and they got each other’s cherry. He wondered if she was still single. Probably not more likely she’s got six kids by now.

Eric grabbed Robert’s bags and carried them up to the old house. It hadn’t changed much. Maybe a new coat of paint, or maybe the old paint had just faded. They walked in the front door and Eric yelled out,

“Hey anyone home, ‘the practical son has returned’.”

“That’s prodigal son, Eric, not practical.”

“Whatever, you’re home Bro.”

Their Dad was sitting on the other side of the room with his back to them, and when Eric called to him, his Dad just raised a hand and said,

“Wait a minute that black kid, is going for a touchdown. Oh fuck, they got him. Ok Bengals first down. Let’s go!”

Their Mom came running out of the kitchen, as much as she could at a hundred an eighty pounds, and threw her arms around Robert.

“My baby. Oh Robert I missed you so much. I made your favorite meatloaf for dinner. Mashed potatoes, gravy and string beans; the French cut type you like so much.”

“You gotta eat the meatloaf Robert,” said his Dad still not turning his attention away from the football game. “We don’t need no more fuckin’ door stops.”

Robert and Eric just looked at each other. Robert wondered if there was a set length of time he should allow his mother to squeeze the crap out of him? Maybe one minute for each year he had been gone? Shit that was eight minutes. He would be dead by then.

“Mom”, Robert said in defense, attempting to get his mother’s thoughts onto something else. “Do you have anything to drink; water or maybe a soda?”

“We only drink beer in this house. Give him a beer Marge.”

His mother broke her grasp on Robert, as if a phantom referee had called holding in a boxing match. She again attempted to run to the kitchen, her excess weight holding her back like she was dragging Eric’s VW Bug. Eric finally dropped the bags and both of the boys followed their mother.

“Glad you’re back son,” said his Dad, still mesmerized by the Television.

“Thanks Dad. It’s good to be home … for a while.”

In the kitchen their mother poured the boys glasses of lemonade and handed it to each of them. They both sat at the kitchen table, much like they did when they were little. Robert felt his mother was going to ask how school was that day, but she didn’t.

“Robert, are you dating anyone special?”

“No mom. I was dating for a time, but girls in California are …”

” … weird?” Ask Eric. Finishing his brother’s sentience.

“Yah … a lot of them are weird, and I guess some of them are OK, too. All the girls I have met are weird, though. At least weird to me.”

“What kind of girl are you looking for Bro? Cause I know some that …”

Eric stopped short in his description as his mother was staring at him with her disappointed look.

“Let’s just say that I know some girls, and I could fix you up. How long you gonna’ be here?

“A escort ankara week maybe. It depends how things go.”

“What things son?”

“Just … things Mom. Just things. Besides I have to be back to work in about ten days,” he lied, feeling nervous, as when he was younger his Mother could always tell when he was lying. He didn’t want anyone to know he had a full month off from work.

“We’ll talk later Bro.”

“OK Eric … Thanks.”

Addressing the two boys again as though they were in the forth grade she said,

“Dinner is almost ready. Go wash up boys.”

Robert and Eric looked at each other smiled and shook their heads, then walked into the front room. Their dad was still in his “Lazyboy” recliner yelling at the TV.

“You fucking idiots. You couldn’t win a game with a High School team. Just look at those assholes. What a bunch of jerks. They should have their salaries cut … OK … that’s more like it. That little black fucker is gonna’ get a touchdown. Good work guys.”

“Dad …” said Robert, “You are an enigma.”

“Not me son, it’s those fucking Bengals.”

“What’s an ignigma?”

“Not ignigma Eric. It’s an e-nig-ma.”

“What’s that?”

“An enigma is, something or someone that is puzzling, ambiguous, or inexplicable.”

“I know ‘puzzling’ Bro, but what is the other two?”

“What are the other two?”

“I asked first Bro.”

“Well ambiguous is …”

“Don’t waste you’re fuckin’ time Robert. Eric wouldn’t know a multi syllable word if it jumped up and bit him in the ass,” said their Dad. “Eric is a football player, nothing else.”

“Earl, leave the boys alone and quit picking on them.”

“Shut up and get dinner on the table.”

“If you ever looked away from the TV, you might have seen, that dinner is on the table.”

“Well get me a plate; it’s only the start of the forth quarter. And get me another beer too, and not that light shit either. Get me a real beer.”

Marge looked at her husband, wishing her thoughts and her nasty glances would put him out of her misery. She really hated him after thirty-five years of a loveless marriage, and she wished she hadn’t wasted her life just being with the self-centered bastard. Marge then turned on her heals, and went to the kitchen to get another beer for Earl.

“Dad … Why do you talk to Mom like that? She doesn’t deserve that.”

“You are right son … she deserves a good swift kick in her big fat ass; and mind your own fucking business. You weren’t here when we got married, and you won’t be here when we kick off.”

Robert knew that he shouldn’t have come home. Nothing had changed. He had only been in town for two hours and twenty-two minutes, and a new record in stupidly had already been set, he thought. Robert, Eric and their Mom sat at the table. Their Mother said grace, while their father ate, cursing the meatloaf and the football team simultaneously, burping and yelling at the TV.

I’ll never make a week, thought Robert. No way in hell.

“Your meatloaf is great Mom. Just like always.”

“Whad-you-do Kid, leave your taste buds in California with your brains?”

The phone rang. Earl stated that he wasn’t in. Marge retorted that he never was.

“Hello? How is it going Jimmy? Is everything working out OK son? Yes Robert’s here. Yes, I’ll tell them son. They’re eating right now. Meatloaf why? Oh … don’t say that … you know that you always liked my meatloaf … Ok bye … love you.”

“Boys that was Jimmy. He would like you to call him at his apartment when you are done eating.”

After that, the boys ate in silence, and except for their father, everything was fine. Dinner was over and the boys helped their mother with the dishes. She told them to call their brother Jim, as he was very lonely living by himself. Eric called and whispered to Robert, that Jim had an emergency, and he wanted them to come over ASAP.

They got in Eric’s bug, and he was doing sixty-five on surface streets. When they arrived, they jumped out of the car and ran up the stairs that led to Jim’s second story apartment. It was cool out and in all the haste Eric forgot his jacket. They were both concerned as they banged on the door. A calm voice answered,

“If you are Robert and Eric come on in. Everybody else fuck off.”

Robert opened the door and they walked in. Robert asked,

“What was the emergency Jim?”

Jim was seated in a recliner naked except for a t-shirt, looking much like his father watching TV, except there was a triple X rated movie playing instead of football, while a girl not much over eighteen was kneeling between his legs. She had one hand lightly squeezing his balls and the other was jacking him off, while she sucked his cock.

“The emergency is, I’ve got three gorgeous young girls here and only one cock. You guys did bring your cocks with you? Didn’t you?”

“Shit,” said Eric. “I left mine at home on the dresser.”

A cute little blond with wide eyes, but obviously nothing behind them, who was wearing ankara escort bayan a royal blue football jersey with a white number “5” on the front, and sexy pair of white lace panties, looked at Eric and asked,

“Really?”

“No Lisa, Eric was joking. Cocks don’t come off.”

“Ok! She said with a big smile … then I’ll take the one in the red t-shirt. The big guy with all the muscles,” she smiled biting her lower lip, looking at Eric.

“Good,” said the brunet. “I’ll want the one with the sultry eyes and the sexy lips. He looks like he can fuck all night.”

“OK Gina, he is all yours. He is my brother Robert.”

“I don’t need to know his name. How big is his cock. I need something really large to fill me up.”

“Jimmy we didn’t come prepared for this. I don’t have any condoms.”

“It’s OK Bob, the girls brought a whole bunch of them.” Jim said, pointing to a brown paper bag on the coffee table. “You don’t really need one for Gina if you don’t want. She’s on the pill.”

“Where do the girls come from?”

“School. They are in my Lit class at City College. I promised all of them an “A”, if they do well here tonight. He pointed to Karen, who was still sucking his cock and said,

“She already has an A plus, but she won’t quit until I cum in her mouth. I don’t know what to do; I can’t give her a better grade than an A plus. I know what, I’ll eat her pussy. That will make her happy. She really loves a good mouth fuck.”

As Robert looked over at Eric, the little blond, Lisa had her panties and his t-shirt off. She was kneeling in front of him, jacking him off, mumbling,

“God look at these muscles and this cock. I won’t be able to walk for days and it’s only Saturday. Oh well.”

The dark haired girl waked up to Robert and slowly took off his jacket, then unbuttoned his shirt. As she stared straight in his eyes, she removed his belt, and then unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor. She then got down on the floor and removed his shoes, and socks, rubbing her cheek against the bulge in his jockey shorts. Lifting his legs one at a time, she pulled his pants clear and tossed them in a heap.

“You won’t need these for a long time.” She warned pulling off his shirt.

Robert felt funny standing in the middle of his brother’s apartment wearing only a pair of Jockey shorts. However that didn’t last long, as Gina pulled them down also, leaving him totally naked, his cock hard and pointing straight at her.

“If somebody didn’t know you guys were brothers,” said Gina, stroking Robert’s cock. “They would know it after checking your peckers. Girls we have hit the “mother load”. They’re all good.”

“Great,” said Lisa her twin pony tail, blonde hair in bouncing as she sat on Eric’s lap facing him on the couch, his cock disappearing into her vagina, then showing itself again.

“Mmmmmm.” Said Lisa, “I like this one.” Smiling she looked in his eyes and asked, “What’s your name again big guy?”

“ERIC” he yelled as he came in the cute little blonde’s pussy.

“Ooooo girls you’re going to like him. He really fucks good. Do me harder Daddy. I like it.”

Jim moaned as he began to squirt his cum in Karen’s mouth. She gulped it down like it was something that had been on a menu.

Karen got up and asked,

“Which one do I get next? I need more cum in my diet. It has lots of vitamins.”

“You can have this one Karen,” said the blond moving over to Jim. “But take it easy, I just fucked the shit out of him.”

Eric sat on the couch leaning back as though a mule had kicked him. Karen got between his legs and lifted his rather large cock. She licked it for a few minutes and then sucked on its head.

“You know Lisa,” said Karen. “You don’t taste bad at all. If it ever happens that we can’t get some guys, you can count on me to go down on you.”

“Thanks babe, me too.”

Robert had Gina bent over an ottoman, holding her hips tight, shoving his cock in her cunt as hard as he could.

“Fuck my ass baby,” said Gina. “Stick that thing in momma’s asshole. Come on baby fuck momma. I really need it hard. Shove it in my ass. Fuck my ass.”

Robert was glad he had worn a condom. When he pulled his cock from her vagina, he eased it into her butt and slowly began to fuck her rectum.

“I told you to fuck my ass hard. I’m not a beginner; I’m eighteen. Do it harder. I can take it. Shove it in me. Make me cum guy.”

“Robert … my name is Robert.”

“Whatever … just fuck me harder.”

That was the first time Robert had pure recreational sex; if you could call it pure. No emotions to drag you down. Although he had never been with a whore, he imagined that it wouldn’t be much different. The girls weren’t really whores; but actually, when you thought about it they were. They were just fucking for grades and not for money.

Robert felt like he and his brothers were pieces of meat. He felt dejected, probably like a woman felt when her pussy was used as an available sperm dump. He took an oath as he began to cum in Gina’s butt, that he would never again treat a woman like, just a piece of ass. If he didn’t really care for the girl emotionally, he wouldn’t fuck her. Robert was twenty-eight and finally becoming an adult. It was about time he thought.

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My sister-in-law, Kimmie, is four years younger than my wife and almost ten years younger than me. I first met her when her sister and I started dating and Kimmie was still in high school. My wife is a slim brunette with perky tits and a nice tight ass and, while hot and a lot of fun in bed, has always been the good girl and therefore a bit reserved. For example, blowjobs are infrequent and anal is off the table after a not so successful attempt early in our marriage.

Kimmie, on the other hand, is a curvy dirty blond usually kept on the bleached, platinum blond side. And when I say “dirty blond”, that’s only partially to describe her hair color. Naturally shy and introverted, Kim tries her hardest to make up for that by being a complete slut, especially after a few drinks.

I only saw her sporadically for the first dozen or so years I was married to her sister. But when her dirtbag husband who had knocked Kimmie up when she was twenty-one decided to leave her for another 19 y/o slut, her and her two young daughters came to live with my wife and I to get a fresh start.

While devastated at first, Kimmie quickly got ankara escort back on the horse – so to speak – and signed up on some online dating sites, probably to score hookups with the same kind of losers she’s always gravitated toward. Her excuse is she feels too shy and intimidated around decent, successful men and feels more at home with the douchebags of the world.

The kind of guys who she’d send nude selfies to, which I discovered one day when I got onto the home computer to find she had left herself logged on and the picture browser open. There were only a couple of relatively tame pics, her standing in front of the full length mirror in her room, tits partially exposed by the gaping front of her pink robe. She wasn’t fully exposed, only showing a deep valley of cleavage and the inner curves of her large but slightly saggy breasts, but hey they still looked great even having had two kids. Even though her nipples were hidden and her pussy was too shadowed to make out I was incredibly turned on, getting rock hard inside my sweat pants. I squeezed my cock through my sweats as I saved her pics to my hard drive to enjoy at escort ankara my leisure later.

No sooner than I left the computer when Kimmie came bursting into the house, shouting a quick hello and, “I’m late for a date!” as she ran upstairs into her room and then quickly into her bathroom. Since her bathroom isn’t attached to her bedroom, I was able to catch a quick glimpse of her darting across the hall in her pink robe. When I heard the water come on and the shower curtain drawn closed I ducked into her room and spotted her red satin panties laying balled up inside her jeans laying on the floor. I picked them up, still warm from her body, and brought the crotch up to my nose. I inhaled deeply, savoring the musky scent of her pussy mingling with the sweet fragrance of her perfume. Did I mention Kimmie is kinda slutty? That extends to how she smells, her perfume was a dirty, erotic mix of a drug store knock off version of Victoria’s Secret mixed with body lotion – it reminded me of how strippers smell and instantly got me rock hard again. Pulling my sweats down, I stood in the middle of her room stroking my cock – precum dribbling ankara escort bayan out and coating my head and shaft as I furiously jerked myself off – as I mashed the moist crotch of her panties against my nose and mouth. I felt my balls tighten and was about to blow my load when I heard the water turn off and Kimmie getting out of the shower. Knowing she would be back any second and not wanting to get caught perving on dirty underwear and jerking off in my sister-in-law’s room, I jerked my sweats back up and crammed her panties in my pocket, leaving her room and making it to my bedroom door just as she exited the bathroom. She saw me and was startled, giving me a nervous smile and “hey there” before disappearing into her room.

I closed my bedroom door behind me and rolled onto my bed where I yanked down my sweats and grabbed my cock, resuming the vigorous masturbating I had just been interrupted at. With my other hand I pulled her panties out of my pocket and stuffed the crotch into my mouth, as I tasted the sharp, pungent flavor of her pussy my cock exploded. Being in my early 40’s my ejaculations usually dribble out but I was so worked up streams of cum spurted out of my cock, landing on my chest with a couple of drops hitting me in the face and lips. The rest covered my hand as I continued to spew the biggest load I’d had in a long time.

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I was home after an Army tour of the Middle East and had enrolled in a local culinary school. I wanted to be a chef.

My room at home had been left just as I had left it which was nice but my older sisters room was too and she was back in it. I went into the Army shortly after she had married her high school sweetheart.

The marriage lasted about the same length of time as my Army career which surprised both she and Mom. I had been in ROTC in high school and was as gung-ho as anyone.

My sisters marriage ended for the same reason my service career did, what we had chosen was not the one we thought they were.

I was sympathetic with her, all she had dreamed of was being a wife and mother. Fortunately there were no children. She was now working the morning shift at a fast food joint and going to our business school studying to become a paralegal.

Mom was very happy to have both of us home even though we interfered with her love life, or so she claimed. Sis told me she had no love life since our father left us when he found a younger woman to please him.

None of us were the same people we had been since I left, we were now adults with adult size scars. We needed each other, badly.

We had always hugged and kissed even though I had pretended not to like that. Now I drank up the hugs and the kisses. What was new was that as soon as I got home the kisses were now to my lips.

They were short, soft kisses but I was not used to my mother and sister kissing me on the lips. I saw they were concerned by my reaction and noticed I was not kissing them back.

I immediately corrected my behavior and their kisses came more often and lasted longer. I began to run my tongue between their lips. They loved that. Soon their tongues were sliding between my lips. The kisses lasted much longer.

The hugs used to be from the shoulders up but were now full body hugs. I began to get erections and they began pressing their bodies to it. We understood our shows of love had gained a sexual component but none of us shied away from it.

My sister had kept her best friend much to my surprise, she was her former sister in law. She was also a bisexual, sexy beauty. We had fucked once before the wedding. I knew she and my sister fucked at times. It was soon apparent she and Mom fucked at times.

Her name was Maria and there was something about her, a mystery, a smile, a laugh all of us found entrancing. On my first week back she came to my room, became naked and fucked me hard. “Welcome home,” she said as she left my bedroom and walked to Mom’s still naked.

My sister came in and said that Maria could hardly contain herself when she learned I was coming back and had in fact agreed to wait until the weekend to attack me. She had not waited past my third night home.

It was a few moments before it sank into my head that my sister was sitting in bed with me while I was naked as my shiny wet cock slowly sank into slumber.

She had been married and had seen that before but I was her brother.I decided that if she was OK with it I would be too.

“Maria is now eating Mom to sleep. She will spend the night in bed with me. If you want her again just come to my bed, we will pause for you,” she said.

I thought she was just having fun with me but saw she meant it. My cock twitched. She saw that and smiled.

“Don’t fall in love with her. I mean she does love you but she also loves about eight others of various sexes. She is not a couple person.”

“Good to know.”

She was now staring at my cock that had now paused in its retreat.

“Your cock is much bigger than Jeremy’s, prettier too,” she said as she caressed it.

“Um, thanks,” I said.

“Did she cum?”

“Yes, she did. Those are her fluids on me. My cum is still in her. I hope she tells Mom.”

“She wont but Mom will love it.”

Sis was now softly masturbating me. I reached under her t-shirt and caressed a tit. She sighed. In less than five minutes my cock was mostly erect.

Sis took her t-shirt off and slid over me. She slowly sank her pussy over my cock. I wondered if she had ceased to see me as her brother and was just now a cock.

She leaned over and kissed me, it was a love filled kiss. I was still her brother and she was going to fuck me.

It was a long love filled fuck. She had small orgasms and nice orgasms but she was working for a big one. I was happy I had just cum and was lasting for her. Soon Sis was groaning loudly as her body shook and her pussy strangled my cock making it explode.

She collapsed over me out of breath. I caressed her back and ass until I felt her sigh. We kissed. It was the kiss a grateful loving sister gives her brother.

Maria slipped to my left as Sis slid to my right. Both kissed me and each other then promptly fell asleep. Somehow ankara escort I managed to fall asleep too.

Sometime around dawn I awoke as I was being fucked. She was already in orgasm and was soon back to sleep by my side, my left side. It took me a few minutes but I was soon back to sleep too.

The following morning I was alone in bed. I went to the bathroom, took a leak, brushed my teeth and got into the shower. Mom slipped her head behind the shower curtain and said, “Breakfast is ready, don’t bother dressing. We were dressed the last three days only because you were home and we have just decided not to bother anymore. Give me a kiss.”

She slid her tongue between my lips as she gave my cock a squeeze then left. As I toweled dry it crossed my mind Mom was horny for me. By the time I got to the kitchen I had an erection.

The three were happy to see it but it was apparently Mom’s turn since she sat on the kitchen table and pulled my cock to her as she wound her long legs around me. My cock was soon buried in her as she kissed me passionately.

The head on my shoulders was hesitant but the one on my cock wasn’t. I fucked Mom. Her orgasm came soon and she released me.

Maria immediately took her place and I fucked her enthusiastically and filled her pussy during her second orgasm. After I backed away Sis dove for Maria’s pussy and licked my cum out of her until Maria had another orgasm.

Mom was already serving our plates so we had to get Maria off the table. I had already eaten a third of my breakfast before the ladies took their first bite. It was sausage gravy over home fries.

Sis was not working that morning so she and Maria went to her bedroom and talked as they kissed each other’s tits. Mom did have to work that morning but not until nine. She asked me to follow her to her bedroom and I did.

She told me our house had become a nudist colony with a lot of lesbian sex. She told me she had a man come over and fuck her every once in a while but hoped she would not need him for a while.

I nodded.

She told me Maria was a flirt and a slut but that she and Sis loved her anyway. She doubted Maria would abandon her other sex partners but Mom said she would not be too surprised if she abandoned her other male lovers for me.

“You have to decide what to do with her if she does. Don’t be shocked if she decides to sleep on your bed often. Don’t be surprised if your sister decides she wants you again. She told me she fucked you last night. She likes your cock in her, we all do. I’ll be home around five thirty. I will want a fuck at five forty five so keep the others away from you after three please. Kiss me bye.”

I did and she left.

I had a class at ten so I dressed but before I left I walked to Sis’ room and gave each a deep kiss before leaving.

There were nice looking women in my class but I acted married although I never said I was. Still two of the women flirted with me the whole class.

I made it home around two and had the house to myself until Mom came home. I was on her bed naked with an erection when she came in. She became nude in seconds and was fucking me before it was five forty five.

I had stamina and control so I fucked her twice before allowing her to take a shower and go to the kitchen. I kissed her in the shower and in the kitchen. She had seven orgasms and was fucked out but kissed me and my semi-erect cock at times.

Maria and Sis came back and headed to the shower in Mom’s room then joined us still naked. Sis sat on the table and pulled me to her by the dick and we fucked. Then I made slow love to her. Her orgasms wilted her and she slid off the table.

Maria inspected my cock and found it still erect and said “awesome” and got on the table. She wanted a fuck but I made love to her too until she had a deep loud cum. Mom and Sis kissed her in congratulation.

We sat to eat and learned they had been shopping all day and had presents for Mom and me. I would not see mine until the next day however. After dinner we helped Mom clean up the kitchen then went to the living room to watch TV. It now made sense to me why all the furniture had towels over them.

I sat in the recliner while Mom sat in her winged chair and Sis and Maria shared the loveseat. They watched dancing with the formerly stars and I got bored and went into the kitchen. I saw all the ingredients I needed and prepared a no bake coconut cheesecake.

I took each lady a slice with a glass of wine and got terrific kisses for my effort. Maria also briefly slurped my cock into her mouth. I ate my slice and as soon as they were finished I collected the dishes and took them to the kitchen and went out and refilled their wine glasses.

That time all three slurped my cock into their mouths. I stayed and watched Castle with them then the news. escort ankara I decided I needed sleep and went to bed. Apparently I was asleep in seconds. I did wake up when someone joined me in bed, kissed me, then curled up with me. It was Sis. I draped an arm around her and went back to sleep.

Maria was in bed with me when I awoke in the morning. I saw it was a bit before eight AM and remembered Sis would have been at work for two hours already. Maria was sound asleep so I dozed off.

Mom came in to kiss us goodbye. Five minutes later Maria and I were fucking. Thirty minutes later I was back in class. The two ladies resumed flirting with me. I did not discourage them but did tell them I had three women depending on my attention already.

‘We are sure you can handle five,” one of them said. I laughed then one of them caressed my ass. My cock became erect.

“Did you help one of those women this morning?” one of them asked.

I nodded yes.

One slid a hand over my crotch and said. “You can handle two more, after class. There will be no attachments, we are lesbians.”

“So are the other three. All of you are giving lesbians a bad reputation.”

They giggled and gave me quick kisses on the lips right there in our kitchen lab.

I did follow them to their patio home and fucked them before heading home. I hoped I would recover before Mom got there.

Mom was in the shower and I joined her in it and ate her pussy. As Mom soared into orgasm it occurred to me I had come out of that pussy and my tongue and cock had made return visits to it. That thought gave me the erection I needed so I made love to her in her bed.

Sis and Maria joined us as Mom was coming back from her orgasm. They kissed both of us. Maria asked, “Have you seen your presents?”

“No, where are they?”

“The bedroom.”

“Time to see,” I said as I slowly withdrew out of Mom’s pussy. All of us watched as my cock slowly reappeared and we heard Mom’s sigh as the flare of my cock parted her pussy lips on the way out.

As I rolled onto my back Maria dove on my cock and made it vanish down her esophagus.

“Presents,” Sis said and Maria released my cock and we all went to my room. Only it was longer my room. It now had two dressers and an armoire. It had a very king size bed.

Sis explained, “You will seldom be alone in here and there will be three women with you at times. Maria has semi-moved in with us but she will not be the only one on your bed, we are taking turns. We expect you will not have a difficult time handling us.”

“Yes, well there are now five of you. Two lesbian classmates have assured me I can handle five. I pleased them this afternoon.”

“One day home and you are already cheating on us.” Sis said.

“The ladies have luscious tits the three of you will adore.”

The following silence was followed by Mom ordering me to “Bring them home.”

All three had nice tits, Mom and Sis also had puffy nipples but they were easily overshadowed by my classmates. I decided to bring them over but told Mom and Sis we could not play together while they were there. They agreed to wait until they had left.

I later did fuck Sis which made the number of women for me five that day. I could handle that but only because two of the women did not get my cum. All did have orgasms however.

Sis slept with me that night and again I woke up with Maria. We were still fucking when Mom came in for goodbye kisses.

At school that day my classmates requested I follow them home again. I suggested the follow me home and they agreed. I was fucking the one with the biggest tits when Sis and Maria returned. The two consumed my other classmate and each had one of her tits in their mouth within seconds of arrival. We switched and I fucked the second as Maria and Sis devoured her. Mom came in to the orgy on my bed and was soon eating pussy as I fucked Maria.

They were still in a lesbian orgy when I went to the kitchen and prepared supper for all of us. I brought in two chairs from the patio and announced dinner was served. All five were still nude when they joined me.

We were eating dinner before we introduced ourselves. My classmates were Lucinda and Margo. Lucinda was a brown skinned gorgeous woman with amber eyes and Margo was a curly haired blonde with freckles. They had been partners for three years and were older than me but younger than Mom. Both were school teachers and were taking the culinary class just for fun.

Every one loved everyone and the ladies resumed their orgy after dinner. I fucked Lucinda again. Mom fucked Margo again. Maria and Sis went to Sis’ bed and played with each other. It was after eight before our guests went home.

That night in my bed Sis and I made love. In the morning Maria and I made love. After school that day Lucinda and ankara escort bayan I made love. Margo was naked on Mom’s bed when I came home. After Margo left I fucked Mom hard, we needed that.

Variations of that day happened regularly that summer. Each day I fucked at least three until the time came for their periods and the only one available was Mom, she had exclusive use of me for six days.

When school resumed Lucinda and Margo had a difficult time putting us on their schedule. Mom would go visit them at times and so did I. Mostly Mom fucked Margo and I fucked Lucinda.

At home Sis would go to sleep with me and Maria would wake up with me. Mom and I would fuck in the afternoon unless we were with Margo and Lucinda.

After nine months I was a certified a classically trained chef. Sis was now a paralegal. Maria did not work, she was rich. She now lived in our house.

She told me she really enjoyed starting each day as my wife. She told me she was not jealous of the others but admitted a small worry about Lucinda and me. She told me she joined Sis and me in bed soon after we had finished our fuck. She slept most of the night in bed with us but cuddled to me only after Sis got up.

Eventually it was just Sis, Maria and me. Lucinda came by at times to love me and Margo would come over at times to fuck Mom.

Mom and I ceased to fuck in the afternoons when I became a chef at the country club, I did not get home until after ten each evening on most workdays.

Sis now had normal hours and our only time together was late evening. I had Mornings off and Maria had me until I went to work.

They became my only sex partners.

Five years had passed and our schedule had not changed. They both became pregnant. Neither told me they were off the pill and I was upset at first, not because they were pregnant but because the kept a secret from me. As soon as they saw that they ganged up on my body and ravished me.

That the father of Maria’s baby was me was immediately admitted.. Who the father of Sis’ kid was a mystery. Eventually I admitted that a good friend of mine from my Army days had visited and that my lesbian sister fucked him continually for the three days he was there. I also told them my sister did not want him to know.

Everyone seemed to understand Sis just wanted to be a mother and the rumors ended.

Lucinda went back home to Peru. Mom moved in with Margo. Sis, Maria and I shared Mom’s house. Sis and I still fucked at night and Maria and I fucked in the morning. I asked Maria if she wanted to get married and she said she would think about it. She thought about it and as she went into labor and said yes. The day she and my new daughter returned home Sis went into labor. I soon had two daughters.

They were raised as sisters and both loved Maria and Sis like mothers. Much to the surprise of all Maria loved being a mother and a wife. She was very good at both.

I changed jobs and became the lunch chef at an upscale restaurant. I worked from nine till three. Sis and I found longer ours to fuck. Maria had shorter hours but most mornings we were fucked out by nine anyway. We just started as soon as Sis kissed us goodbye.

On the day our daughters went to kindergarten both stopped taking the pill. The next summer I had two more daughters.

Questions about who the father of Sis’ daughter came up but I reminded them that she had been at a conference in Chicago the year before and apparently the lesbian also liked being a Mom. Of course Sis almost never ate pussy anymore and that pussy was Maria’s. Maria dropped all her other lovers except Sis.

I adopted both of my sisters girls, they already had my last name anyway, and we bought a bigger house. We had four little girls with us that would eventually learn our relationships were unusual so we had a bedroom for Sis, a bedroom for the older two and a bedroom for the younger two and a bedroom for Maria and me.

Sis and I managed to fuck often enough to keep us happy.

When all the girls where in college Maria told us she had fallen in love with a woman. Before we had a chance to ask her to bring her over she said the woman lived in the city and would not come down. She had decided to go to her.

Maria said, “I don’t want a divorce. I love you and you are the father of my girls but this woman has bewitched me.”

She then hugged Sis and began to cry.

Sis told her to go to her new love but to remember she always had a home with us.

We did not see her except for Thanksgiving and Christmas when the girls came home. We fucked each night she was home.

Sis moved back into my bedroom and assumed the husband and wife roles after the girls left and stayed there together until it was time for them to return to school.

Soon the girls married and began their own families. Sis and I moved to a two bedroom patio home seventeen mile away. No one knew us there and all assumed we were husband and wife. Somehow that house made us horny and we ended up fucking a lot.

Not a bad way to spend our golden years.

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Christian strolled into the coffee shop, grabbed a newspaper from the rack and proceeded to go to the counter to place his order. Ahead of him was a woman he thought he recognized.

“It couldn’t be,” he thought, “That was fifteen years ago.”

When he watched the woman pick up her latte and walk across the shop to a table, sit and cross her legs he knew it was Trish. He knew her motions from watching her in so many study halls, lunches and especially watching her accept her diploma at high school graduation. After getting his mocha java he crossed the shop to her table.

“Trish, is that you?” he asked with a tone of uncertainty.

At first her face showed an expression of puzzlement. Who was this stranger that knew her by a name she hadn’t used is ten years? Everyone now knew her as Patricia. Then the puzzlement passed and her face changed to an expression of recognition. “Christian? I never would have guessed that was you if you hadn’t called me Trish. Nobody calls me Trish anymore. How are you?”

The two of them sat for an hour and a half talking about the happenings of the past fifteen years. Trish had gone to college and then law school. She returned to her home town to open a successful law practice. Christian moved to Virginia after graduation and, although he didn’t plan to, opened a lucrative importing business. Christian had returned home on vacation to visit his family. Trish and Christian spoke of old times, old friends and family. They spoke of found and lost loves.

After the coffees were gone and the conversation seemed to dwindle, Trish invited Christian back to her house to sample some of the Merlot which she brought back from her trip to France. Christian graciously accepted.

* * *

After a fifteen minute drive they arrived at her house. She drove her Mercedes and he drove his rental. The house was a colonial set back about fifteen yards from the road. To look at it one would think this house was built in the eighteenth century, not just four years ago. Christian parked in the front drive. As Trish was pulling into the garage she motioned Christian around to the side door.

He entered to find the house decorated in the same time period as the exterior. Each room was extremely beautiful but very comfortable. Her taste was impeccable. Christian sat himself on the sofa and Trish followed with the wine and two glasses.

The bottle was soon empty and Trish retrieved another from the cellar. This one Trish purchased at a California vineyard when she was visiting friends. When the bottle was half empty Trish asked “Christian, why didn’t we ever get together?”

“Well,” he replied, “all through high school you were with Brad and after graduation Debbie moved with me to Virginia. She stayed about a year but it didn’t suit her. It was really OK by me. My thoughts always came back to you.”

“I had no idea you felt strongly about me, Christian.”

“Oh, yes. Ever since we started high school.”

“I have to tell you Christian, I always found you attractive and a few times I thought of you when Brad and I were intimate with each other. I never had the nerve to act on my feelings.”

Trish excused herself from the room and was gone for about fifteen minutes. Christian stayed on the sofa reading the wine bottle labels and admiring the art displayed on Trish’s walls. When Trish returned Christian had found that she had shed the business suit she had donned a thigh length, lavender colored silk robe. It was open to just below her breasts revealing her enticing cleavage. Christian stood up from the sofa dumbfounded to see her this pendik escort way. He had fantasized in the past about what Trish would look like in something other than the jeans or skirts and sweaters which she wore all through high school. His fantasies paled in comparison.

Trish untied the lacey belt that was holding the robe closed and let the robe fall to the floor. Her long brown hair fell over her beautifully rounded breasts. Her tall, firm nipples were surrounded by small dark areolas. Her stomach slightly protruded out above her waistline. Christian found this to be very sexy. Her hips had strong curves to her luscious thighs where, between them, her small triangle of short, dark pubic hair barely covered her plump lips. In gazing down at her lovely pussy Christian thought he could see the tip of her clit jutting out.

Approaching her, he took her face in his hands and softly kissed her. He felt her hands on the buttons of his shirt and he proceeded to help her undress him. By the time he was naked their lips had not parted once. Trish stepped back to see his full nakedness. His chest was tone but not over powerful and covered with a thin mat of hair. His stomach, also tone was bare except for the soft strip of hair leading from his naval to his pelvis. His cock was circumcised, shapely, long and large but not enormous. The color was a little dark but Trish guessed this was from the blood now engorging it. It was not hard yet but began to slightly throb. Below his prick hung his perfect balls covered with dark pubic down.

He stepped towards her and gently kissed her neck. As he pulled her close she could feel the pressure on her clit from his rising cock. Trish tipped her head back as his lips found their way to her chest then breasts, one nipple then the other. Christian moved to her cleavage, her stomach, her pussy and finally she felt the tip of his tongue toying with her clit. Her legs began to quiver and she knew if this went on, her legs would give out and she would fall to the floor. She pulled him to his feet, kissed him and led him to the bedroom. Oh, she loved how sweet her own pussy tasted and was fond of licking the juice from her fingers after masturbating.

* * *

Christian followed her into the bedroom to find the sheets on her king sized sleigh bed turned down. At the foot of the bed was an open velvet covered box with a small brass lock hanging open on the latch. Inside were various “toys”.

“Are you Ok with those?” asked Trish.

“I’m fine with those.” said Christian as he surveyed the contents. He reached in and pulled out a strap-on dildo and proceeded to put it on Trish. She was amazed by this. She had bought it for her one, long ago, lesbian lover, Cynthia. Since then, any man she was ever intimate with would have no part of it. She thought they feared it, but it was the first one Christian chose! Once it was secure Christian went to his knees and took it to the back of his throat.

“I had no idea you would be so open,” whispered Trish, as Christian looked up at her with her “cock” in his mouth. She could see the smile in his eyes.

As his head backed away from her pelvis she saw that he was stroking his cock and caressing his balls. Taking her eyes from the most erotic blow job she had ever witnessed, she reached into the box and took out a small rubber band. After watching him suck her for some moments and feeling the juice begin to flow from her twat she pulled him to his feet and wrapped the rubber band around the base of his pulsing shaft.

“What is that for?” he blurted after feeling the constriction on his prick.

“You escort pendik are not going to cum until I am ready for you to cum,” she retorted. Trish turned him around and bent him over the side of the bed.

She reached into the bedside table and retrieved the KY, slathered it on his ass and slipped her cock into his tight asshole.

“Oh my GOD, Trish! I had no idea you were so crazy! This is so fucking good! I love it!”

“I have always been this crazy and I love that you love it. Now take that cock up your ass. Take it!”

“Jesus, Trish! Give it to me!”

Trish watched the muscles in Christian’s back flex and relax with every stab into his ass. His hands were clenched into fists holding onto the sheets and, Damn!, he was enjoying it! She reached around and stroked his throbbing cock. After giving his ass a good hard screw she stood him up with her cock still in his ass and saw that the sheets were stained where cum was desperately leaking from his choked penis. She pulled the dick out of his hole, unfastened the buckle and dropped it to the floor. Spinning him around, she dropped to her knees and began sucking him. She could taste the small droplets of semen that managed to escape from the prison of his balls. She heard him rustle around in the box and he bent forward while she slid her lips up and down on his shaft, slick with her saliva.

“What the hell is he doing?” she thought.

Releasing his rod from her lips she watched him push a string of beads into his ass. He pussy gushed with juice at the site of him pleasuring his own anus.

“Now pull them out!” she ordered as she stepped back and started rubbing her clit.

Watching him slowly draw the string from the hole that she fucked so thoroughly made her cum three times over. His eyes never left the rapid motion of her hand on her now swollen and throbbing snatch. Her hand was soaked with her cream and she let him watch her lick it off her fingers. She stood and walked to her vanity table, bent over it and spread her ass wide. God, how she wanted those beads in her ass now. She saw him in the mirror walk to her and get on his knees behind her. Waiting for the beads to be shoved into her she felt instead his warm, moist tongue push its way into her ass. Not just around the asshole like most guys would have done but into it! The beads were there too, but not for her ass. He pushed the whole string right into her sopping twat. This was new for her, and she loved it.

Christian left her bent over the vanity for a moment. She couldn’t see him in the mirror any more. She just stayed as she was, quivering from the beads inside of her and the tongue fucking her ass just received. He returned with a pair of her nylons, bound her hands to the vanity table, rubbed her asshole with KY and started finger banging her rectum. First one, then two, then three of his fingers were shoved into her. With each thrust he would pull one bead from her cunt. When her legs were shaking so badly and she thought he was done he shoved the whole string back into her pussy and plunged his cock into her ass.

“You really enjoyed fucking my ass, didn’t you?” he barked at her.

“Yes! Yes! I loved watching that cock ram into your tight virgin hole!”

“You’re glad to be the one fuck me like a bitch, aren’t you Trish?”

“When I saw you get on your knees and suck my cock, I had to be!”

“When you were banging my ass were you thinking of me as your bitch?!”

“I was, now fuck me Christian, like I am your bitch!”

“Do you like cock jamming into you, Trish? Jamming into your sweet, sweet ass?”

“Yes, pendik escort bayan dammit, YES! Christian, this is the best I’ve ever had! Give me your tongue again, please! I want your tongue in my ass!!” she screamed.

Her hand went back to her swamped pussy and aggressively assaulted her clit. Christian dropped to his knees again and plowed his tongue between her ass cheeks. She howled with pleasure. As he continued to tongue fuck her gaping asshole she felt the entire string of beads get ripped from her cunt. She screamed from the orgasm the sensation provided. God, she wished she was untied so she could take his cock in her mouth and suck him off.

When the beads were out of her juicy twat, he disappeared again from her view in the mirror. While he was away she heard the metal “clink” of the strap-on buckle. When he returned to her field of vision in the mirror, she saw that he had put the strap on around his waist in such a way that the dildo was below his cock. “Oh my God, no.” she muttered. He heard her say this and she saw his face go soft in the mirror.

“Are you OK?” he asked in a soft sweet voice. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Christian, you are so beautiful and thank you for asking. No. Don’t stop. DOUBLE FUCK ME!!”

Christian’s cock rammed into her ass and the dildo plunged in her cunt. Trish tore the nylons that bound her hands and started pulling and twisting her nipples. She saw the strain on Christian’s face in the mirror as he pounded away on her.

“That’s it Christian. Do ’em both! Do both of my fuck holes! Do both of my fuck holes!”

“Please Trish, I want to cum! I want to cum! Please let me cum!”

Christian’s begging, coupled with the drilling of her slippery ass with his cock and the fucking of her swollen pussy with the strap-on, pushed Trish over the edge. The orgasm she felt was nothing she had ever experienced before. The glass bottles on the vanity clinked and rattled as the table as the quivering of with her body caused it to shake. Christian untied the nylons and was instantly on his knees licking the juice from her pussy. She had to push him away, it was too much. She couldn’t take his mouth on her snatch after an orgasm that powerful. Christian fell to the bed. Trish stayed where she was for a moment and then, on wobbly legs, she walked to the bedside table and pulled a pair of scissors from the drawer. When she turned back to him he was lying on the bed. He had removed the strap on from his waist and was stroking his unbelievably swollen cock. The rubber band was still on it. All this time he had never taken it off. God love him.

Trish carefully put the tip of one of the scissor edges under the rubber band and started sucking his cock. Christian was screaming “Let me cum, let me cum! Please, Trish, LET ME CUM!” and she snipped the rubber band.

Christian exploded in her mouth. His whole body twitched with every shot of hot sticky jizz that filled her mouth. It was too much cum for her to take. When her mouth was filled with his sweet hot load she pulled away and he shot his sticky goo all over her lips. She swallowed some, but could not swallow it all. As she was reaching for a towel from the bedside table Christian grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. He kissed her mouth and opened it with his tongue. He sucked out the gob of cum that was left in her mouth and swallowed it all. With the tip of his tongue licked the remaining droplets of cum from her lips.

* * *

Christian lay back on the bed and closed his eyes. “You are wonderful, Trish. I never realized how much I missed you. I don’t want to miss you again”

Trish lay alongside Christian, rested her head on his shoulder and ran her fingers across his chest. “I’ve missed you, too.”

That is how they fell asleep together, and that is how they woke up — together.

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So tell me, is a dream considered as cheating on your wife? If so them I am guilty on many counts. Come on what married man has not had thoughts of other women and gotten a hard on thinking about them? It’s just that they will not admit it but I am not one of them. I will tell you about my dream and the events that followed.

My wife and I have lived in the same apartment for several years and we have seen many neighbors move in and out, I did not pay that much attention to them until “she” moved in. She was a younger single woman with a young son. I had seen her several times in passing and gave a polite wave and on some occasions said “Hello”.

She would give a quick wave or just say, “Hi.”

During the summer months I would see her as she would come and go during the day and at night, which was when I first really noticed her. She would always be wearing tight short shorts and a tight tee shirt that showed off her firm tits and ass. As summer passed and winter came on I saw less of her, in two ways: less often and less skin, she was bundled up to suit the weather, but we still exchanged pleasantries as we passed.

It was during the winter months that I had the dream about her it was as big of a surprise to me as the dream itself.

This is my dream from my eyes:

I had just gotten home from work at 1:20 am on a warm summer night I gathered my backpack and lunch box from the truck to go inside. As I walked up the steps toward my apartment I saw her door open, I hesitated for a brief moment before unlocking and opening the door to my place. The timing was right as I saw her step out of her doorway, the light from behind made her glow. I could clearly see her tight golden shorts and cut off tee that barely covered her tits.

That was when she caught my eye and said, “Hi I know it’s late but can you help me with something?”

“Sure.” I replied without hesitation.

I followed her into her into her apartment still carrying my backpack and lunch box setting them on the floor. She did not say a word she just pointed to the vacuum cleaner. I checked it out and found the belt was off I repositioned and tightened it then turned it on for a quick check then switched it off.

“All done” I said.

“Maybe you can help me with something else!” She replied.

As I turned I saw her shorts drop to her feet, and her tee was already pulled just above her tits, no bra or panties I was stunned for a moment.

She stepped back and sat on the couch then leaned back spreading her legs, placing one foot on the couch and one on the floor as she ran her fingers across her folds. She was completely shaven and I could see she was already wet.

We did not speak a word we did not need to as the look in her eyes told me what she wanted. I crawled across the floor positioning myself between her legs smelling the fragrance from her, it was like a lilac. I placed my hands on her thighs and inched my face toward her soft lips, eager to taste her sweet lips, and that was when my friggin’ alarm clock went off waking me from my dream. I was so pissed!

I thought of that dream many times, imagining how it would have turned out and how I would have told her about my dream if I had the chance. It kept running through my mind over and over again. As the months passed I saw her a few times in passing but was unable to talk to her alone, this was never going to work unless I could talk to her tuzla escort alone! I was determined to tell her my secret, but if I did I risked a lot. She could go off on me or even go tell my wife. I had to find a way to tell her so she would be interested and want to know more.

One thought I had was to just show her the story I wrote about my dream and see how she reacted to it, but then I thought if I did that she would have evidence against me if she decided to tell my wife, but would she do that, I could not take that chance.

Every time I saw her I thought of the dream, but she was never alone nor was I, I waited to find the right time to talk to her alone and I would take the chance to tell her my dream.

It had been several months since I had the dream and the night I have been waiting for finally arrived, just as I was getting out of my truck I noticed my neighbors door was open, I walked slowly toward my door when I saw her step out and turn to go to another neighbors just down a few doors, (by the way she was hot also). Just before she turned she saw me and waved, this was my chance without thinking I called her by name.

“Pam can I ask you a question?”

She stopped and turned. She had a puzzled look on her face as I approached her. Being in a nervous state I came right out and said it.

“How well can you keep a secret?” A more puzzled look showed on her face and a slight grin, “I had a dream about you.” I continued.

She asked, “Was it bad?”

I knew that was not a good sign, “No!” I replied, “It depends on what you mean as bad.” With a grin on my face, she had a smirk on hers.

I went all out at that point telling her all about the dream, and to tell the truth I was even more nervous now! She let me finish my story and seemed to lighten up a little while I told her, maybe that was wishful thinking on my part. After I was done I explained that I just had to tell her to see what she thought about it. She stood there a minute not knowing what to say.

“But you’re married!” She finally said.

“Yes, but I have not had any for so long it’s ridiculous!” I said with desperation in my voice. That was my down fall!

With that she turned to walk away, in a last plead I added, “Will you think about it?” She gave a half hearted nod and went on.

So now that I have played my cards I am really not sure how this will go, will she just blow me off as the dirty old man a few doors down or will she turn on me and tell my wife, I feel the third option of indulging my dream will never take place from her reaction, I am beginning to think I am in deep shit.

Time passed and I was relived that she had not turned on me, nor had she shunned me for life we were still polite when meeting in the parking lot.

It was one year later as the weather turned for the better when I started to see more of her, both frequently and less clothes. On a very warm spring evening as I arrived home from work she stepped out of her apartment as I walked up the steps. She shocked me a bite by speaking first.

“Hi, how are you tonight?” She said.

“I am doing well but I will be better when I get a shower and a beer.” I replied.

The look on her face was rather puzzling, she seemed to want to tell me something but didn’t want to come forth.

I asked, “Would you like to have a beer with me, I’ll bring two out?”

She nodded yes, so I went into my place to set tuzla escort bayan my stuff down and grabbed two beers. When I walked out I found her sitting on the steps by her place smoking. I handed her a beer and sat beside her. We were silent as we drank our beer, til she spoke up.

“I am getting ready to move.” She said.

I replied, “I will be sorry to see you leave, but I hope you have found a good place.”

“I have.” She said, then went on, “I have thought of what you told me, about the dream, and I want to know, why me?”

A smile grew on my face, we finished our beers and I asked, “I will tell you if you will have another beer and a shot with me.” She smiled and nodded to approve.

I went into my apartment and retrieved the copy of the story I had written along with two beers and two shots. As I walked out I handed her a beer and the shot, she smiled as she took them.

We downed the shots washing them back with the beer.

“So why me?” She asked.

I proceeded to tell her about my amateur erotic story writing and I have submitted them to a site. I had the dream about her and started a story about it and wanted to know if she would help finish it. That was when I handed her the copy of the rough draft. She did not even look at it; she just finished her beer then got up and went to her apartment without saying a word. What was her game?

I did not see her for a few weeks till I saw the moving truck at her place one weekend. I did not get time to talk to her then. I knew I had lost my chance at having her.

On Wednesday I stopped to have a beer and a shot after work. As I arrived home I saw her door was open and the lights were on. I knew it was too late for the maintenance crew and I did not see her car so, I waited outside by my truck til I saw someone move inside the light. That was when Pam stepped out.

“Hello” I said as I walked closer toward her.

She looked at me with a smile and said, “Hi!”

“I thought you had already cleared out with out saying goodbye” I said.

She said, “Well I am just taking the last of my things out before I turn in my keys. I am glad I ran into you. I read your story and found it very exciting. I think I would like to help you with it.”

Pam held her hand out to me; I took it letting her lead me inside her apartment as she locked the door behind us, she then turned pressing her lips to mine not even letting me drop my backpack and lunchbox from work. Our tongues explored and the heat rose, as well did my cock.

Stepping back she said, “I have some beer and Captain, want some?”

I nodded yes and watched her walk away as I set my things from work aside. She had dressed just as I had written from my dream, tight shorts and a short cropped tee that just barley covered her tits. She soon returned with the shots and beers, sitting on the floor we downed the shots and drank the beer then she looked into my eyes.

“I don’t have a vacuum for you to fix so I guess you just have me.” She said with a wicked grin.

She rose from the carpet and turned on some music then started to do a slow sensual dance rubbing her hands all over her body, making her nipples stand out hard against the thin fabric of her tee. It was making me very hot for her.

As I started to stand she placed her foot on my chest and slowly pushed me to the carpet then placing her feet aside my hips she gyrated above me before escort tuzla settling atop my crouch grinding into me. She let me explore her body with my hands. Rubbing her hips as she ground them on my hardening cock, and then sliding up along her tight abs til I reached her small but firm tits, her nipples were so hard.

She pulled her tee off giving me a full view and feel of her tits. As I rubbed, pinched, and pulled on them it made her moan. She leaned closer allowing me to suck each nipple in turn making them stand out hard and erect. I pleased and teased her til she could not take any more. I rolled her over then kissed my way down her body pulling off her tight shorts to find she had a beautiful fully shaven wet pussy. Kissing my way further down, I reached my goal, her hot wet pussy. I teased her just blowing on her lips before I ran my tongue along her folds.

I licked, fingered, and sucked her pussy making her buck hard on my face til she screamed and creamed on my face. It took several minutes for her to recover. I wanted to fuck her right then, but she needed to settle as did I. She rose and licked the cream from my face relishing it as much as I did.

“Need another shot and beer?” She asked. Not waiting for a reply, off she went to the kitchen. As she walked away I knew I wanted more of her, I wanted to fuck her hard and deep and have her ass also, the way she wiggled as she left the room made me crazy for her.

She returned with the drinks and she could see the huge grin on my face then asked, “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing is funny”, I said, “I just don’t know which view I like best, coming or going!”

“So which do you like best?” She asked. “You already sampled my tits and pussy maybe you need to try my ass.”

The look on my face told her what she wanted to know, she downed half her beer setting the bottle down then looked at me with evil eyes as if she was possessed then said, “Fuck my ass now!”

She dropped to her knee’s reaching back to pull her cheeks apart. I wet my fingers in her pussy before sliding them into her tight as to loosen her up a bit. I then slid my cock into her dripping wet pussy while I fingered her ass as she moaned for more.

“Put it in me now, put it in my ass!” She screamed.

I pulled out of her pussy dripping wet with her cream, aligning my cock toward her tight asshole I slowly pushed into her. That was when she trusts back onto my cock to the depth. The sensation was so exhilarating for us both; we held that position til we could relax enough to start to move, slow at first to get in a rhythm.

She then let me fuck her ass fast and hard as she rubbed her pussy having multiple orgasms before I told her I was ready to cum. As I pulled out she flipped over onto her knees taking my cock into her mouth right away sucking hard and fast til I filled her mouth with my cum. She sucked it hard after the last spurt to get every drop making me jerk and twitch with pleasure.

She pulled my cock from her lips then scooped up my cum that she let dribble down her face and tits licking it from her fingers. As we stood we kissed sharing a sweet cum kiss as I played with her tits and dipped a finger in her pussy brining her sweet nectar to our lips as we kissed.

“I wish we had gotten together before now, you taste wonderful!” She said as we dressed.

“Maybe we could see each other again sometime.” I replied, knowing she was moving and I would never see her again. We kissed before I left to go to my apartment to shower and calm down with a beer. It was then I thought I should have gotten some pics of her.

She was gone the next day.

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Shirley was dead, and he was starting to stink. He must have been there several hours when she found him. Shirlow Ty Baker was a six foot five, two hundred and sixty pound linebacker, or at least he had been. He had also been wanted in no less than four states for murder, armed robbery, drug charges and various petty offenses just to fill out the long resume of a criminal’s career. Today, a sweltering hot Louisiana Sunday when most people were in church, ‘Shirley’ was face down on a patch of azaleas that had been neatly cultivated in Mrs. Francine Hupper’s Shreveport lawn. Across the street, at the oakx shaded park on Loony Street (fitting name, she decided) white canvas tents were being set up for a wedding, or maybe a funeral, since the cemetery was right next to it. Once guests began arriving over there, someone would likely find ole Shirley, or worse yet, notice her poking around in the area. She was after all, hard not to notice.

Bijou St. Claire called herself Bee because in her circles the name Bijou St. Claire would have gotten the crap beat out of you on a playground, and as a 27 year old adult, the result was not much more friendly. She was Creole, quadroon if you fancied the 19th century vernacular, with skin pale enough to “pass” and hair curly enough to never. Her eyes were the piercing green of her father, and her lips the full, sensual cupid’s bow of her mother. She was short. All the women in her family were what her mother called runts, but no one had ever complained. She was five foot and a squeaking one inch tall, and though her frame matched her name, she was no waif. Creole cooking and a spice for life had made it’s way deliciously to her breasts and hips, and it was only by the grace of sit ups and lucky genetics that her waist remained small and trim, giving her the classic hourglass figure. She might have looked more in place wearing a cocktail dress at some debs ball with white gloves, but instead she was here, in the leafy lawns of Shreveport, in jeans, boots and a leather lace up top that made her feel like a werewolf hunter from a trashy novel. She did not own a cocktail dress.

Bee had been tracking Shirley for two months, which was twice as long as it usually took to track someone down. The trick to this one was that the client did not really want Shirley found. Shirley had run off with some boss’s daughter and taken with him a load of cash from daddy’s safe. A typical enough story. It only got complicated because Daddy had employed Shirley as a do-bad man long before the daughter was involved. Shirley had done hits for Daddy at $20,000 a pop, which was twice what Bee made on the rare occasions when she took on a job like that. She did not fancy herself any kind of hit-man… woman, but she had played the role of assassin exactly twice before, both sticky situations where there was not much choice involved. But that was another story. The fact was, Bossman had hired Bee to track down Shirley and ‘keep an eye on him.’ The daughter had split two weeks ago, gone back to her cushy life as Bossman’s Daughter with all thoughts of a Bonnie & Clyde lifestyle abandoned. With Daughter out of harm’s way, the private eye job had been upgraded to a hit. Bee took no pleasure in such tasks, but she was in more than a little bit of a bind. Her father, to put it mildly, had a gambling problem. He had run up a $60,000 IOU on the steamboat gambling halls which were owned by Gino Fatelli, or “Fats” as many called him, never to his face. Fats may have had a name that sounded like an Italian mobster, but in fact, he was a 300 pound blues man that played at the Pink Oyster Bar on Bourbon Street in New Orleans. He owned that joint too. Bee had always wanted to ask him why the hell he named his blues joint a name that sounded like a lesbian bar, but she had enough problems without letting loose her big mouth.

Fats wanted payment. He wanted payment fast. He had made it clear that if the cash did not arrive soon, her father would pay the bill with blood. Fats was no fool. He knew Reggie St. Claire was not good for it. He also knew Bee’s skills. He knew her skills were worth more than a gambling debt. He had come to her and made a deal; if she did a few jobs for him, he would scratch Reggie’s debt off his little black book. Meanwhile, Reggie better not even consider leaving New Orleans. Fats had eyes everywhere. So, Bee had taken jobs she would never consider otherwise. Gambling habit aside, her father was a good man, a simple man, and he had strived to be a good father to her, even in the worst of times. When her mother had split when Bee was ten, Reggie had raised her and her little brother Lucas all on his own. No easy task for a man who only made it through the fourth grade. Now, creeping around this shotgun cottage at sunrise, she had been too late. Someone had beat her to Shirley. She didn’t know who, and really, didn’t care. She could make a guess that one of the many people Shirley had screwed over had found him and shot him in the head, but she wasn’t sticking around to make a case for it. Shirley was dead. She would go bursa escort back to New Orleans and tell Fats she had done the job. This would be the last one. Her father would be off the hook, at least for now. She sighed a breath of relief, switching the safety back on her .38 special and checking her steps in the flower bed. Down the street, she had parked her motorcycle inconspicuously near the cemetery’s back gate. Pulling her black helmet down over her mass of dark curls, she revved the engine and made her way toward New Orleans.

It was raining hell-bent when she rode into the city. The designated meeting place was a top floor room of the Pontchartrain Hotel. Fats may have been a greedy assed gangster, but the man had style. He had been wanting to get up Bee’s proverbial skirt since day one, and had flattered her with champagne, expensive gifts and what he called his “priority personal attention” though none of these things would ever work on Bee. The man was holding her father hostage. She parked her bike and checked into the hotel under the alias “Dorothy Nine.” Fats had told her she reminded him of the starlet Dorothy Dandridge, and had said that Bee was a ‘nine’ because if she were a ten she would be out of his league. Fats had reserved the room himself. She dropped her backpack on the four poster bed and checked her face in the antique mirror. The rain had washed what little make up she wore and now her trace of black eyeliner was smeared down her freckle speckled cheek like one of those goth kids she had seen in the downtown clubs. Her hair was damp. She fluffed it up with her fingertips and slicked on some lipstick. She would have cleaned off the smeared eyeliner, but she heard the lock open on the door. That would be Fats. She was surprised when it wasn’t.

With one long legged stride, Alex Deveroux was standing entirely too close for comfort in the room… her room. Deveroux was a right hand man of Gino’s, a rather unlikely one. For one, he was white. And white collar to boot. Even more unlikely, he was English. Tall, ashen hair, with startling blue eyes and a sexy crooked grin, Alex had picked up a charmer accent from a childhood and college years in Britain. The fact that he was pure bred Cajun had been long buried, but Bee knew it because Fats liked to brag to her about the unusual henchman he had acquired. Fats had tried his best to ‘acquire’ Bee as well, wanting her on the regular payroll, particularly to partner with Deveroux, who Fats called “Dee” as a joke. Dee and Bee. They would be the dream team, Fats had said. Deveroux and Bee went way back. She had met him when she was nineteen, and he had seduced her with his charm, a kind of wickedly sexy sleaze that should not have been sexy, but made her panties wet every time she thought about him. He was older than her, by fourteen years, and he called her ‘SugarBee’ in that odd British-New Orleans accent he had. No one else on Earth had that same accent. Later, when he had gone to work as Gino’s right hand, she had stayed away, but he had left his mark on her.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, startled instantly by almost supernaturally blue eyes.

“You know why I’m here, Bee.” He grinned, slouching against the door frame with his hands in his pockets.

“Oh, I see. You my babysitter now?”

“You look a mess, SugarBee. Rough night out?”

“Try not to be a dick hole, if ya please.”

“Fine then. Down to business. Yes, I am your babysitter, if that’s what you want to call it. Did you finish the job?”

“Shirley’s dead. It’s all done.” She was not exactly lying, she told herself.

“Fats will be pleased. So will the client.”

The Client was the rich man who had gone to Fats to employ the hit. He was probably sipping brandy in some gentleman’s cigar room. His daughter was probably telling her friends how she lived a few weeks of the wild life with a wanted man. It would make her popular. Shirley was probably still rotting in the azaleas, and by now the wedding party had probably discovered him there and called the police. She told Deveroux as much.

“Good. The deal is done then, but of course, you’ll need to stick with me until there’s proof.”

“With you? I was expecting Fats.”

“Fats is a busy man. He sent me instead. But you don’t mind, do you? I mean, you and me, this beautiful room… I’ll order in some wine.”

“Shut it down, Alex. I’m not that easy. I know the game, fine. The hit will be on the news soon enough.”

“Switch on the telly then.” He said.

She liked the way he said television. ‘Telly.’ It would be cute if he didn’t look like he might actually devour her in the next couple of minutes. He had that way of looking at her, like he was mentally pouring barbecue sauce on her and licking his lips. She wanted to be able to honestly say she found this repulsive, but the truth was, it was making her nipples hard and she was pleased that she had worn the leather top which concealed this fact. She tried to stop staring at his long, elegant body standing there, locking the door behind bursa escort bayan him. She switched on the television and found the local news station. There was a chance the news would mention the murder today on the eleven o’clock, but there was also a chance they would pick it up tomorrow, which meant that she would have to spend the night, in this room, with Deveroux. The thought unnerved her, and much to her shame, sent a flush of heat between her thighs.

She flopped down in one of the oversize reproduction wingback chairs, and crossed her legs, trying to look cool and at ease. He smiled at this, as if he knew she was full of shit, and he probably did. She pulled the little table closer to her chair and fumbled through her backpack to find the deck of cards she always carried with her. Laying the cards out on the table she started up a quiet game of solitaire, pretending (or trying to) that he was not in the room. This seemed to amuse the cocky bastard greatly, and he chuckled, pulling up a chair himself.

“C’mon, luv, don’t be that way. How ’bout we play a hand of gin. It’ll keep you amused.”

Annoyed, she reluctantly agreed. Engaging him might be better than trying to hide her interest.

He shuffled the cards expertly, showing off a little and feeling her heart flutter at the wicked glimmer in his eye. She dealt the cards face down and before he picked them up, he glared at her with that grin,

“How ’bout we make it interesting, luv. Whoever loses a hand, takes their kit off.”

What a piece of work. The man was suggesting the loser get naked.

“The whole thing? That’s too rich for me.” She replied, suddenly realizing she was not really objecting.

“Alright then. One piece per hand lost. By point count.”

For reasons she could not explain if she tried, she nodded and made a flourish of picking up her cards and glancing at them, then smiling.

“Strip gin. That’s a new one.” She smiled.

As it turned out, she won the first hand, by a long shot. He flashed that devilish grin again and stood up to shrug out of his button up shirt, tossing it onto the floor. She pretended not to care, but when he was not looking, she stole a glance at the body she remembered from years ago. The years had not taken away any of his beauty. He was lean and fit, sinewy muscle and raw sexuality right at the surface. She saw the scar he had even back then, some cut from a bar brawl he had mixed up in right across one rib. She mentally scowled at the sudden urge to lick him right there and taste it. The second hand, he won. She bit her lip and unlaced her boots, shucking them off and kicking them aside.

“What a shame.” He said, eyes roaming over her body. “I was hoping to see you naked, with just those boots on, SugarBee.”

“Play your damn cards and hush up.” She said, hoping he could not see the evidence of the reaction her body was having to him. Her pussy was wet, and if she didn’t cross her legs, he could probably see it on her jeans.

Much to her dismay, he won the next hand as well. She stood up and unlaced her top, trying to be casual about it, and laid it over the back of the chair. She wanted it close by. He watched her do this, not making any effort to not stare. He was drinking her in. She felt goosebumps raise on her skin and her nipples were as hard as pebbles now. Didn’t know why she was playing along with this game. She felt as if someone had taken over her body and she was just floating there. Another hand, and dammit if that bastard didn’t win again. She stood up and glared at him, trying to ignore the wicked grin. He actually licked his lips as he watched her unbutton her jeans and peel them down, leaving her in just her panties. Two hands left. She won the next one, making it so far, a tie. She smiled, feeling a little triumphant.

“Go on now,” she said. “Kit off.” She imitated his accent and he gave her a grin.

He stood up and kicked his shoes off. She tried to hide her disappointment. She had forgotten about his shoes. She was hoping to have his pants off. She went still then, suddenly realizing,

“What about the winner in the end? What does the overall winner get?” She asked, regretting it the instant the words escaped her mouth.

“The loser gets to climb between those pretty legs of yours and lick you till you come.”

“Oh, you think I will win then? That bodes well for me.”

“I’ll let you win.”

“Then what does the winner get?”

“Same thing.”

Her face flushed pink and she felt her legs tremble. She was past the point of caring if he noticed. Of course he noticed.

“Last hand.” She announced.

It seemed to draw on forever, building the hand and laying down the cards.

“Gin.” She said, barely above a whisper.

She had won. He did not give her time to think. He stood up swiftly and in one smooth sweep, he pulled her up into a kiss. It was rough and delicious, the way she remembered. His mouth tasted of whiskey and honey. The three days of stubble that never seemed to go away escort bursa scratched against her cheek, exciting her more. She forgot everything suddenly. He had always had that effect on her. He pushed her back onto the bed and she sat up, looking at him, wanting him more than she cared to admit. He stood up to his full height, more than a foot taller than her, and he gave her a wink, unfastening his pants and sliding them down his long legs. He wore simple pale blue boxers underneath and she could see that he was hard. He discarded them quickly, letting his cock bounce free. It took every bit of restraint she possessed not to take it into her mouth instantly. She remembered that long, heavy cock, it’s curve and the way it felt sliding over her lips. He stood still, letting her consider it, and when she leaned in to touch the tip of it with her tongue, he pushed her back, legs up, and roughly slid her panties off her legs.

“That’s my girl. I love how wet you get. It’s beautiful, luv, it really is.”

She might have died a little inside of embarrassment, not of her arousal or the evidence of it, but at her obvious want of this man, this raw and predatory man whom she always fell for, always submitted to, even though she knew she shouldn’t. He scooped up her breasts in his hands and sucked at them. He knew what she liked. There was no soft caress or the hesitant touch of a new lover. No, he knew exactly how she liked it, as if he had mapped out her body from years ago and memorized the plans to draw every gasp and moan from her lips. He pulled and tugged at her nipples, snapping them back and sucking them hard enough to leave little delicious bruises. His fingernails scratched down her sides to her hips, moving to her thighs and then inside, parting her pussy open and finding the hard nub of her clitoris quickly. She jolted and gasped at the sudden shock of pleasure his fingertips created. He laughed then, smug that he could do this to her so easily. She hated him for it.

“You won, luv, but you’re still gonna beg me for it.” He said then, dipping his head to

flicker his tongue against her, making her jolt again.

“Fuck you.” She gasped.

He laughed again.

“Oh, I will, but now be a good girl and beg for it.”

“No, you arrogant ass…”

“You’re beautiful when you’re angry, luv.”

He dropped again, this time sucking her into his mouth. He worked her there, expertly with his

mouth and fingers. She rocked her hips up against his mouth, not caring if it annoyed him as it might another lover. Alex was an animal. He fucked like an animal. She was close. She would come in just a second, in just a…

He stopped, pulling away and giving her a swat on the thigh. She wanted to slap him, to take

him my the hair of the head and push him back down, making him lick her again, force him to finish. But he was torturing her. He sat back and laughed, even his evil asshole laugh was sexy and she hated that he turned her on so much. Well, to hell with him, she would finish herself. She slipped her fingers down between her legs and tried to bring herself off that way, with him shamelessly watching. It didn’t work and he knew it. She wanted him. It was past wanting. She needed him. Her fingers stilled and he bent down to look into her eyes,

“All you have to do is beg, luv. No one will know but me. Beg me to do it.”

“I hate you! You arrogant bastard…!”

“Of course you do, SugarBee, but all you have to do is beg. Beg me and I’ll lick you till you come.”

She bit her lip, gritted her teeth and submitted.

“Please.”

“No, no, luv. You know how this works. Beg.”

“Please do it. Please let me come. Please, I’ll do anything…”

“That’s more like it. That’s enough, luv. I don’t want to completely break you. We’ll leave that for later.”

He licked his lips and vanished between her legs. He sucked at her again, pushing his fingers into her and making her soar like only he could. She came with a keening moan and he did not stop. He kept drawing the orgasm out of her until she lay breathless on the bed, exhausted. Only then did he raise up with that demon grin, his lips wet with her juices. He pulled her up again, standing up and wrapping her legs around him so that he leaned back a little, supporting her on top of him. He bounced her there, impaling her and drawing another breathless moan. She clung to him, arms wrapped around his neck as he thrust into her. He backed her against the wall, then put her down, turning her roughly to bend her over and take her from behind. He made her come again this way, laughing as she moaned and thrashed like a whorehouse nymph, then he finished himself. It was dignified and quiet, which made her hate him more. Alex always had to keep the control. When it was done, she went into the bathroom and locked him out, quickly showering and admonishing herself in the mirror for letting herself screw around with Alex Deveroux. Especially now, when everything hung in the balance. She had no right playing around with him when all hell could break loose any minute. She wrapped a towel around herself and emerged from the bathroom to see that Alex had already gotten dressed and was now indulging in a glass of whiskey from the crystal decanter near the bar.

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Preface:

( I have a few stories in mind that i will be writing. This preface is an explanation of the universe/ world/ timeline that they occur. While its not entirely necessary to the reader to read this before or after reading any of my stories, it is helpful to me to establish and maintain continuity etc. )

The year is 2040, the world is a different place. Technology to heal illness of every kind has transformed society. Without the stress of sickness, and with AI replacing much of the labor force, people live great happy lives. Because of this, people have become more open minded to things.

Things such as the Futa Pill.

One last remnant of ‘the Old World’ was the pesky difference between male and female bodies. It was viewed that in a perfect utopia, male and female would be equals. Yet, males were on average taller, stronger, emotionally balanced, etc. Too long it had been that way.

But with the Futa Pill being introduced, that would change. Developed 2040, and given to the public at every corner store by 2041, it was an invention of Dr. Aileen Futa. Thus, coined the term Futa for the growing number of women who took it.

The pill was a host of bio-nano-technology. The living micro robots, when ingested, would enter every cell of the body and rewrite the DNA. They operated on a gene specific route: genes for height, muscle strength and size, hormonal balance, and a few more minor things.

The interesting effects of when a woman took the pill were mostly three-fold:

Firstly, they would grow taller. This was reasonable. Imagine being in a work place where every other coworker, male, was a foot taller than you, a female. That was unbelievably subconsciously diminishing to a person. Equaling the height difference between the sexes was an efficient way to let women feel heard, seen and taken equally.

Secondly, it balanced hormonal changes. No more once a month fits of crying. It gave women a good surge of testosterone for confidence, mental vitality, as well as physical bursa escort vitality. They become more energetic. Most women lost a bit of ‘flab’ weight and became more athletic looking, some gained larger amounts of muscle.

Third, and the most interesting side effect, was that they grew a male genitalia. In most cases, a standard dose of Futa Pill would grow a penis and testicles. The penis would grow from the clitoris, the testicles would be formed by the frontal outer labia. And the vaginal canal would remain behind it all. In this case, all female reproductive abilities remained. All reproductive abilities of the new male genetalia were functional as well.

An interesting other form of change achieved by some was a complete sexual organ change. This depended on the dose of the Futa Pill and the genetic sensitivity of the individual. For these individuals, the clitoris became the new penis and testicles grew from labia, as in the other patients, but the vaginal canal closed up, ovaries dismissed. These cases usually experienced more profound changes in the other effects as well, such as growing much taller or packing on more muscle size, or both.

The idea and the objective of the Futa Pill was good. All females everywhere were interested in how it could benefit them. Even men were open to the change, being that the social climate of society had become so open, not many things were taboo.

By the year 2042 half of the female population was buying and using the product.

One standard dose produced immediate, permanent effects. It was a huge hit among women. Most women would see their friends grow taller and become more successful and happy in every way, and this would spur them to use it. It caught on very quickly.

The entire face of public areas was changed. More and more, women would go out into public places alone or with friends, without fear of being small and fragile physically. Their confidence was growing and they could live life to the fullest.

Shortly after its mass use, some women experimented bursa escort bayan with larger doses, purposely desiring stronger effects. The idea of double and triple dosing was not feared and most women by 2043 knew someone who had taken a larger dose.

These women became huge. A double dose, on average, could grow a 5 1/2 foot woman to 7 foot tall, and it frequently did. A triple dose would reach the same height but further pronounce the ‘other effects’..

Over the next few years, as more and more women began using the Futa Pill, and as more and women began to normalize the idea of double and triple dosing, the landscape changed completely. Streets, stores and public areas were filled with tall, muscular Futa women. The male population, over the years, had began to recess into the background.

Most men noticed as more and more, each time they went out, they saw more and more women towering over them. It was a swapping of roles. Men decided less and less to go out just because they felt insecure.

Perhaps it was an unconscious phallus envy. It was known from the beginning trials by Dr Aileen Futa that Futa women’s general genitalia growth was ridiculously larger than their male counterparts.

A standard dose activated a 12 inch, erect, penis growth in women. A double dose usually reached 18 inches and then a triple could be 24 inches or more.

Hiding such a growth was impossible, even flaccid. Clothing companies began to fashion ‘front package space’ into panties, jeans and other clothing items. Women flaunted their size publicly this way.

By 2045 it was established what happened to men when they took the Futa Pill. It was in the news, the first case. A man had felt insecure, his girlfriend, once a petite young lady who wanted nothing more than to please her boyfriend- had grown to a hulking 7 1/2 foot amazon, complete with a strong desire to have her 2 foot long cock sucked by her boyfriend every night. In his desire to be able to resist or to feel less emasculated, he tried to take escort bursa a Futa Pill, expecting to grow himself. Interestingly, the opposite happened.

It was found that when males consume the bio-nano-technology, it confuses the Futa Pills natural method of action. In the male body the nano tech decides to transform male qualities toward the feminine.

This particular male took one pill. Within the span of one night he grew breasts, morphed his bone structure and shrunk his male genitalia to the size of prepuberty.

When this case hit the news it was a bombshell. Many Futa women had become interested in sexual encounters with natural women, and seeing this man become smaller, softer, more feminine and submissive only turned on each and every Futa woman.

Many Futa began to ask their husbands and boyfriends to take the Futa Pill. Some simply spiked their food or drink. It was found that with 2 Futa Pills ingested, an average man would completely transform overnight into a genetic woman. The more Pills they took, the more physically and mentally they developed. Breast size, hip width, small stature. Submissive desires, sexual lusts for their Futa counterparts. All increased with each Futa Pill a man took.

It was a phenomenal time. Between 2045 to 2050, 99% of all women were Futa now. And by the end of that 5 year span, 99% of all men had become genetic women, either by choice or the desire of their Futa partner.

The sexual preference was based on a Futas desire to penetrate. Their new genetalia was huge. Average cock length was 18 inches, as a double Futa Pill dose was popularly used. This large cock could be satisfied orally, somewhat, by the previous male population, but otherwise – full penetration was physically incapable anally during sexual encounters. A womans vagina, on the other hand, offered more ability.

The males who took the Futa Pill were genetically perfect females. After the 5 year period in which 99% of women became Futa and 99% of men became women, around 2046, children began to be born.

The children born into this world were the new sexes: Futa and Female. No men were born anymore.

The entire population and society was reshaped, and for the most part satisfied with the results.

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Keeping my little women happy is my first priority and it doesn’t matter whom she is happy with. What I mean to say is that my wife keeps me completely satisfied sexually she gives me her pussy, ass and mouth any time I want it. You would think that I had the world on the end of a string, but I can’t keep up with her sexually, she drains my balls of all my cum.

My cock was so sore I could hardly piss out of it. My tongue was raw from licking her asshole and pussy and all she wanted was more and more. So I suggested that we bring other people into our bedroom to help out with her love for sex. She agreed and I ask her who she wanted to share are love with first.

She said that the boy next door was home from college and that he turned her on. Well I knew the boy next door his name was Bill and he was over 21 so I thought that he would be a great choice. She told me that the next day when I was at work that she would seduce him, some how.

And that if I would set up the movie camera she would capture it on film and I could watch it when I came home. I set up the camera and it was getting late so we went to bed. I got up next morning and got ready for work, my cock was rock hard from thinking about my beautiful wife Pam fucking and sucking another man. I kissed her goodbye and went to work.

All day long my cock stayed hard and I couldn’t wait to get home and see the movie of Pam fucking and sucking Bill. I got off work and I raced home, I came in the house and Pam was sitting on the couch in a g-string with hose bursa escort and garter belt on she came over to me and gave me a kiss. I could smell and taste cum on her breath, she told me that Bill had just left about 15 minutes ago and that she really enjoyed her self sucking and fucking his huge cock.

She also told me that she had a big surprise for me and that I had to agree to do everything to her that Bill had done to her. I agreed, I thought to my self, what could Bill have done that I haven’t done? We went into the bedroom and you could smell the sex in the air. I was so horny my cock was aching to be sucked.

Pam went over and slipped the tape in the VCR and we laid back and watched the film. The first scene was Pam pulling off his clothes, and then she was sucking his cock. I have to admit, he had a huge cock, about 3 inches longer than mine and bigger around too. Then he went down and was sucking on her cunt, after that he fucked her. And to my surprise he had her on her hands and knees and stuck his hard cock in her asshole.

She was moaning and groaning, I’m talking balls to the wall sex . You could see his cock swell up and he started pumping cum into my wife’s asshole, deep into her ass he must have pumped five or six squirts of cum in her ass. Don’t get me wrong there is nothing more romantic than an ass full of cum. After he was done he laid down on his back and my wife squatted down over his face and his cum was leaking out of her well-fucked asshole into his mouth.

Her asshole was filled to the rim bursa escort bayan with cum, her stretched sphincter muscle was fully exposed. She would tighten up her asshole and the cum would sprew out of it. He lapped up every drop of cum and then she sat down on his face and he sucked and licked her cum filled asshole clean. I was impressed with the young man’s style.

I had never ate the cum out of her asshole or her pussy. But I guess I would from now on. I turned the VCR off and started fucking her pussy I didn’t last long I shot off a big load of cum deep in her pussy, I held her legs up in the air and went right straight down to her cum covered clit and started sucking my sperm right out of her hole. It tasted very good and I sucked every drop out of it.

I was so horny that I crawled back on top of her and shot another load of cum down her cunt and ate it to. That was the way it all started, from that time on I have shared my wife with hundreds of men and I have sucked and swallowed gallons of cum out of her asshole and pussy. My wife Pam calls her pussy a little cum dripper and I am always there to catch the cum. Sometimes I miss and the cum drips down on the sheet but I always get down there and lick it off the sheet.

Our new thing is gang-bangs Pam loves to be fucked in all 3 of her holes at the same time. I of course get to clean her mess up with my tongue. I love to be sucking the cum out of her pussy when a big cock is fucking her ass hole from behind. After he cums I trade places with someone.

Another escort bursa man will lie down on the bed and my wife will crawl on top of him and insert his cock in her cunt and I will get up behind her and suck the fresh cum out of her asshole. This will go on over and over till she has drained every ounce of cum out of all the men at the party. Sometimes she will suck my cock while everybody else fucks her ass and pussy, her holes will be fully injected with cum spewing cocks.

I just love to watch other men fill her ass and cunt with their cum. One time I went down on her and took a straw and sucked the cum out of her ass and pussy, now that’s what I call a cum milk shake. I still love to set up the camera and film her in action she loves the taste of cum to so sometimes after a man has cummed in her pussy she places her hand under her cunt and as the guy withdraws she catches the cum running out of her.

And looking deep into the camera, she moans while licking and sucking her fingers clean of cum. My wife Pam would make a good adult film star and her love for kinky sex really shows in the home movies we have. One time she was fucking seven guys in a motel and I sat back and was watching them fuck all of her holes till she was full of sperm and I took out a tablespoon and scraped her pussy lips while the cum was leaking out of her cunt and I fed her the cum in a spoon.

All of the guys thought that was sexy and they was more then happy to keep filling her holes up with cum and Pam was more then glad to keep sucking it down her throat. After the last man cum I made her suck my cock till I came in her mouth, then she fed it back into my mouth so I would have a treat too.

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Author’s note: This started life as an exhibitionist story and although there are overtones as such, it’s really more suited for a different category. Further chapters may expound on this. First time stories of romance tend to be what I write, whether I set out to or not.

Also, I love comments, please give me some.

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Laura

I was reading under a cabana on the beach at an all-inclusive Jamaican couples’ resort. I wasn’t part of a couple, at least not anymore, and had not been since two days before, the day before my boyfriend, who should have been my fiancé, and I, were supposed to fly down. I dumped him and cancelled his flight. I had booked the vacation for us, rearranging my schedule to coincide with his, and since we had been together two years, since our junior year of college, I expected that he might propose before the week was out. He should have been my husband. I had never seriously dated anyone else, and only he had touched me, seen my body, or shared the joy of our bed with me. All of that was no more.

Mike, my now ex, travelled a lot as a capital investment counselor, seeking out new business opportunities for the investment fund he worked for. He was apparently good at it. We had studied accounting together, but only I sat for the CPA. Financially, we were in perfect shape for our age. I was ready to put down on a house, marry Mike, and start a family.

I had booked the vacation through a friend, Karen, who also travelled a bunch in her line of work. That’s one of the perks of being a travel agent. It was, I thought, coincidental that her and Mike ended up in Vegas together; she said she didn’t recognize him at first, but how could she when he had some cheap whore on his lap in the spa? That sort of thing can block your view. She took both stills and video with her cell, he never noticed. Well, he noticed when she sent them, apologetically, to me and I confronted him.

He didn’t even try to deny it. He only asked that I forgive him, but I knew I would never get over it, at least not for a long time. I had given him all I could, and waited until we were committed, I thought, before doing that. He had me; heart, soul and body, and threw me away like I was trash.

I couldn’t even look at him.

The only good thing Karen had told me was that she had put us down for trip insurance so cancelling his part of the trip got me most of that money back. That wasn’t even a small consolation. I didn’t care about the money.

I have, I’m told, a great body, and I think I had a decent look. Years of running had given me the body, and years of wearing braces and retainers had given me the smile. A few hours a month at the salon took care of hair and I eventually found a make-up regimen that suited me. Several years of orthodontics and many thousands of my parent’s dollars had given me both a great smile and much needed confidence boost once the braces that had robbed me of teenage happiness were finally off. Still my youth had left me very introverted and self conscious.

The last of my look I got when I finally committed to sleeping with Mike. I started birth control first so we wouldn’t conceive until after we were wed, and my breasts grew to a nice C. They were very sensitive as a result, but neither Mike nor I complained about that. My problem skin finally cleared up as an added benefit as well.

Because in school I ranged from an ugly duckling at worst, or average to plain if my fellow teens were feeling generous, I had always been fairly reserved in my dress. Frumpy outfits and one-piece swimwear were the norm. Not this week.

Before the breakup, I had bought a new wardrobe just for this trip. I wanted every day to be enticing to my love, and every evening passionate and filled with joy. I didn’t have time to get or pack another wardrobe after I dumped him, but figured I could make it work. No one I knew would see me anyway.

That is how I ended up under a cabana at the resort’s private beach, wearing a tiny two-piece and covered in a wrap of sorts. I knew from their advertisements that women, at least the ones in my early twenties age group, wore thong bikinis at the beach and to keep Mike’s eyes from wandering off me I had brought three of this style as well as a couple more conventional bikinis.

I would never wear anything anywhere near that slutty and revealing at home in Ohio, and I felt quite uncomfortable and awkward wearing it here, despite what the glossy photos in the ads showed. I wore thongs under my cloths at home as I hated panty lines, but never where anyone might see them. That whole “whale tail” thing slutty girls did? Not me, my underwear stayed under everything else. Even Mike had never seen me in something so risqué. The bikini top was tiny as well. Bright red, like the bottom, my breasts were about to fall free from it no matter how I adjusted. If I placed it where I thought it should be keep to the girls in place, they were exposed beneath, and if I covered the underside, my areolas were readily bahis firmaları exposed at the least movement. What looked great in the dressing room had developed some practicality problems in real life. I only wore it that first day because when I woke up I was so pissed at my ex I decided to show some skin, I guess in my mind to make him jealous of something he would never see. It wasn’t a well thought out plan.

I solved the exposure problem by wearing a light sun dress over it, and developed a plan to loosen it up so I could get some sun without over exposure and personal scandal and humiliation. I was humiliated enough just by being there alone. That no one I knew would be there was no protection from my inhibitions when it came time to actually be seen.

I had arrived the night before, went straight to my room, which had a beautiful and wasted view, and went straight to bed to cry. This morning, after dealing with the issue of how to remain modest with the swimwear I had brought, a light breakfast in the resort restaurant, and then I was tucked in under a cabana with a book and an oversized bag with what I thought I might need.

The beach was beautiful and practically empty. Only one nearby cabana had anyone under it, a muscle bound guy waiting for his wife or girlfriend. There were a few local kids kicking a soccer ball around, and the usual folks strolling by. I unbuttoned the sun dress I was using as a wrap from the bottom up to just an inch or two below my bikini bottom, the opened it so my legs could get some sun. They were as white as the sand after a long winter in the Midwest. From the top I undid three buttons and opened so my chest and neck could catch some rays too, but I didn’t open it enough to show too much cleavage or anything like that. I guess the break up had driven me further into modesty as I had no one to show off for.

I relaxed into the padded and oversized beach chair, that was side by side with the one Mike was supposed to be in, opened my book and was only disturbed every half hour or so by a hotel employee checking on my drink. I ordered a Bloody Mary, and followed up with a Mimosa. I really wasn’t a drinker so after that I switched to tea, but I had just enough alcohol in me to feel nicely buzzed. I didn’t really read, I just stared at a book feeling sorry for myself and wondering why I wasn’t enough for Mike; was I ugly? Too conservative in bed? Not fun enough? I didn’t know, but I knew whatever caused him to stray was ultimately a shortcoming of mine, I just knew it.

About eleven, I was first disturbed by the world. The guy under the nearby beach shanty was still alone and he came over to greet me. He was ripped with muscle and it was clear he was a guy that spent time at the gym. He had muscular arms, legs, pecs, shoulders, and a nice six pack of firm abs. He was a little taller than me, with dark hair that hung over his ears and parted rakishly to one side. He was also almost as pale as me, but I couldn’t help watching as he approached, but all the while I was thinking ‘Whatever your selling, I’m not buying. Go away.’

Still, he was great eye candy. A decade or so older than me, but yes, I admit, he was a cutie.

“Excuse me, are you Laura?”

‘Okay, you’re some sort of stalker creep even if you are hot. Still not interested. Go away.’ I thought as I gave him what must have been a curious stare while debating whether to scream or run.

“I’m sorry, I’m David, I think we have some things in common.”

“I don’t think so,” I replied as I returned to my book.

“We have the same travel agent, and we share exes. Seems your Mike has been doing it with my Lisa for a while. I’m sorry. I know you hurt. I hurt too. I just wanted to introduce myself in case I could do anything,” he spoke, his voice filled with sadness.

“Uh, how do you know that?”

“Karen sent me the same pictures you got. It seems they wanted to book this week so they could be together on the sly all week. Karen, well, I’ve known her all her life. She thinks they are shit and I guess got sick of looking the other way. Sorry to bother you.” He began to walk away, but I stopped him.

“Wait, uh, David was it? Uh… I’m sorry if I was rude. The wound is still open, ya know? And I was surprised that anyone would know my name here. Wanna have a seat?”

“Sure, but I…”

“Don’t want to talk about our exes?”

“Right. You got it,” he forced a smile.

“That works for me,” I grinned back at him.

“Can I ask you something about Karen though?” I said as I saw a big glaring hole in his story.

“Sure, what’s that?” David answered.

“Well see, I’ve know her since middle school. She is one of my few friends from then. If you’ve known her all her life, how is it we never met?” I asked as I stared him down.

He grinned, and then replied, “I really have known her all her life, we’re cousins. Until a couple years ago I lived in California.”

“Oh. Oooooohhhhh! You’re Hot Cousin David? She used to talk about her good looking cousin kaçak iddaa and… I’ve said too much,” I said, nearly laughing. Karen used to talk about her cousin when we were in high school and how attractive he was, but it was like a guy’s girlfriend from Canada, we never really believed her. Well, she was right about him being hot. I guess I owed her an apology.

“She calls me ‘Hot Cousin David’?”

“Oh, no, we did, her friends I mean. She just called you her cousin David, and talked about how good looking you were. Truthfully, none of us thought you really existed. Please, have a seat Hot Cousin David,” I laughed, for the first time in days.

“Thanks pretty friend Laura,” he laughed as he took the other lounger.

“Is that what she calls…”

“No, I just made that up, but it suits you. She just calls you Laura,” David replied with a grin.

David was a nice guy, a little old for me but not terribly so. Our age difference was in the socially acceptable range I guess, if I was looking for a guy, and I wasn’t. I mean, I could, I understood that I could look and find another partner, but the wound was fresh and I just wasn’t interested.

We talked for the better part of an hour, not once mentioning our mutually associated breakups, and he was quite nice to talk to. He was articulate and interesting, at first telling me about his life in Cali, then gossiping gently about Karen. We both told funny Karen stories and I found myself more at ease with ‘Hot Cousin David.’

He really was hot too. It was a few minutes before noon and we were conversing like old friends when I realized I was inadvertently checking him out. His only flaw, if you could call it that, was that he was a little pale, although he was still tanner than I. He had a sort of rugged good looks, with a five o’clock shadow, chiseled facial features and of course all the muscle I mentioned before.

If I had met him 3 years ago my lady parts would have been warm and moist after spending this much time with him. His attire didn’t help. He was shirtless and wearing board shorts that came to his knees, but as he sat on the beach chair adjoining mine they rode up to reveal thighs that looked as though they had banded steel cables under his skin. As flesh went, his was well maintained and very nice.

Once I was comfortable with David, the effects of the alcohol returned a bit and I wasn’t so focused on my modesty. Consciously I was, but sub consciously my mind was ready to be a bit more revealing I guess, or at least distracted and not paying close attention to my wardrobe. David had just finished a funny story about Karen on vacation with his family, when I realized I was checking him out, I caught myself and looked to his eyes to see if he had noticed to my eternal shame.

Instead I saw his eyes practically burning a hole in the scrap of swimwear between my legs, and realized that somewhere in our conversation I had bent my knees to be comfortable, and without realizing it the sundress had fallen open to my hips. David had a full and open view of my bikini covered girl bits, and since it was a thong, a display of the half of my ass that was closest to him as well.

He was staring openly, and I couldn’t tell if he was looking at the flesh of my butt, or mentally undressing my junk. Men are such pigs. Of course, I had been checking him out too, so I really couldn’t complain, but at least I wasn’t daydreaming about the lump in the front of his shorts.

Crap. I had noticed there was a lump in the front of his shorts. I’m a pig too.

As I had come on this vacation with the intent of showing this swimwear and those body parts to my, hopefully, fiancé, and otherwise had no plan to share the view intentionally with anyone else, I was incredibly embarrassed and my face was probably a million shades of red. I slowly straightened my legs, lowered my knees and pulled the dress closed again, this time fastening a couple of buttons to prevent that sort of exposure again, and tried to act as though I had not noticed his leer.

“David, it has been really nice chatting with you, but I think I’m going to go to my room, wash the sand off, and take a nap.” I said, trying to get away with whatever of my dignity was left.

“Oh, I was hoping to grab lunch at the grill, you sure you don’t want to grab a bite before you go?”

I glanced at the time, quickly rationalized that having someone to talk to at lunch was better than being alone even if he was a pig that stared at my bikini clad girly bits while I reciprocated by eyeing his body, and agreed. This was probably the last chance I had to not have the remaining events occur, so I was later glad I had chosen to have company.

Lunch was at the beachfront grille that the resort operated. Open air and decorated in a tropical vibe the meal was decent although nothing special. I had a jerk sandwich and some fruit salad, while David had a salad, also laden with fruit. When we arrived I went to the restroom, mainly to again adjust my stupid bikini top under kaçak bahis my dress, and when I returned, I found a gigantic glass of wine that David had ordered for me.

Okay bud, I remember this game from college, you buy big ass drinks and I sip them to avoid the effects. It didn’t seem like he was trying to get me drunk, remarking that he noticed what I had before so ordered on the assumption I would want alcohol and apologized for what he thought was a miscue.

“It’s okay, yeah I was drinking before but,” I said as I took a sip, “Mmmm, this good, its just I don’t want to spend the week drunk and depressed.”

‘Here’s to that!” he said as he raised his glass and we clinked them together. “What are your plans for the day?”

“I think after lunch I’ll take a nap. On my original schedule it was ‘long romantic walk on the beach and get proposed to’ day,” I said, then gasped, both at how bitter I must have sounded as well as my speaking with apparently no filter thanks to the drinks of the morning and lunch. I blushed in embarrassment as my tears began to swell.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to… you know. Look, you’re going to bounce back; any guy should count himself lucky to be worth your time. Your ex is a moron, trust me, I know the bitch he’s stuck with better than anyone. I know it hurts, I hurt, but it is going to be okay.” David said.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know where that came from, well, I know where it came from but, well, I shouldn’t burden you, you have enough to deal with,” I was finally able to say once I came back from anguish.

“Its okay, my plans for the week are shot too. Look, I can’t guarantee romantic and I’m not ready to propose, but that walk sounds nice. Maybe when it cools down this evening?”

I thought about it for second. Was he hitting on me? I didn’t think so; I think he just didn’t want to be alone anymore than I did really. I mean, I thought I wanted to be alone, but that was when the pain of being rejected was at its worst. Besides we were a decade apart age wise and he, well he was clearly out of my league. Karen did in fact have a “Hot Cousin David.”

“Okay,” I finally replied, “That would be nice, I don’t really want to,” I stopped myself before I admitted I didn’t want to be alone and my words hung in the air.

“You didn’t want to go for a walk?”

“No, I did, I do, I…” How could I save this? “I don’t want to walk alone. There might be some creepy people out there,” I smiled, proud of my save.

“I think it is pretty safe around here, there might be some odd people though, as I understand it there are clothing optional beaches in either direction,” He snickered.

“Really? Is that why you wanted to go walking? To see a bunch of naked people?” I laughed.

“No, I’m not that creepy, I’m uh…”

“Just a little creepy?”

“Right! I’m ‘stare at your legs at the beach’ creepy, not go look at naked people creepy.”

“Oh! I thought I caught you staring at a bit more than my legs!” I giggled.

“Guilty as charged,” he smiled. “You really are great at distracting a guy from his book. Can I ask you something Laura?”

“Sure, whether I answer it…”

“No, I was just wondering why you are wearing a dress at the beach, you seem over dressed.”

“Oh. Uh, how much did Karen tell you about me?” I asked.

“Not a lot really, just that she had known you forever, that you were really sweet, she was right about that, and you know, about our conjoined break up story. She said you would be around today and to find you just look for the prettiest woman here, she was right about that too by the way,” David smiled, “and that you would be alone, but not for long. It was her idea that I should find you so I would be totally alone down here.”

I blushed at his compliments, I really wasn’t used to that, and now was really not sure if he was flirting.

“Well, I’m really modest, I, well my fashion sense is best described as ‘frumpy’ or ‘old librarian lady.’ I’m really just not comfortable showing much skin. Normally that means a one piece at the beach, usually with some running shorts, and I avoided pool parties all my life. Anyway, I, well before the thing happened that we agreed to not talk about, well; I wanted the trip to be special. I never really dressed all sexy and stuff so as a treat to, uh,”

“The guy we agreed to not talk about?” He interjected.

“Yes. Him. Anyway, I bought a new wardrobe for the trip and if I liked it, I was going to try to loosen up a bit. No sense in that now. So, yeah, I was all packed when Karen told me the truth, and I didn’t have time to shop again, and now I have a bunch of swimwear and other stuff I’m not really comfortable being seen in. That’s the short version.”

“Why not?”

“Why not what?” I asked back.

“Why aren’t you comfortable being seen? You look quite fit. Work out a lot?”

“Oh, thank you. I run three or four times a week. And I just don’t. When I was younger, well, middle and high school were not kind to me and I got really self-conscious I guess. I’ve never really gotten over it, and, this week was supposed to be about stretching my boundaries but I don’t have a boyfriend to stretch them for so, I wearing a dress as a wrap.”

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Laurel read hullo_nurse’s e-mail a second time. “We have been batting around the idea of a reunion on the BB for some time. I have been chatting with SEAL 6. He and “Sugar”, the same Sugar in “Imagine being Sugar” are taking an airplane from Andrews to Hawaii this Friday. They will return the following Tuesday. They are willing to pick up all the gals. Sugar and SEAL 6 would not be able to be with us while there. I sure would like to go and be with everybody. Let me know if it can be arranged.”

Manu’s reaction was; “God, yes, you need some rest, and what a great chance to meet some of these folks, face to face.”

After a frantic flurry of e-mail exchanges, Laurel sent the following e-mail to SEAL 6, with a copy to hullo_nurse; “Thank you for you kind offer to pick up all our crazy friends. We are delighted to accept. There are fifteen of us. We will use our screen names. Endlessly, Angel, Wizard, Young one, Butterfly, Sammyjo, SexyLittleWitch, Eve_of_destruction, Skitten, Renee, Whispersecret, Horny wife, Hullo_nurse, Softly, and me. You will only need to stop at Chicago, Dallas, Denver, and LA to get us all.”

“This is what Tigers look like”, crossed Laurel’s mind as the two pilots walked into the private pilots terminal from the Gulfstream V. As she introduced herself to them, she felt a chill from the eye contact with Sugar. Though he was smiling and friendly, there was the feeling that he was part “Cobra.”

At the LA aircraft fuel farm, Juan turned the wrong valve to fill the fuel truck. Instead of J 4, he pumped in 6000 gallons of Ethel lartic, an experimental rocket fuel.

He pumped it all into the outboard tanks of Gulfstream 100 US.

Fourteen minutes after departure, Los Angeles center cleared 100 US from flight level 240 to flight level 410. As they leveled at 41, 000 feet, Sugar switched from the inboard tanks that he used for take off and climb out, to the outboards that he used in cruise. “Good God Almighty”, hissed from SEAL 6 lips as 100 US accelerated from 490 knots to 16,000 knots and climbed through 90,000 feet in seconds. Air traffic control was calling them and illegal bahis both pilots were trying to slow the plane, when all of a sudden there was a blinding flash. There was no noise. You could hear a pin drop.

Laurel, sitting in the first right hand seat, could see Sugar, and hear his laconic drawl, as he spoke to SEAL 6. ” Our Radar is showing an island out there about sixty miles, I think that we can glide to it. I don’t think that I want to light our engines. Had enough excitement for a bit.”

On short final, SEAL 6 swore under his breath. Turning to Sugar, he said; “Looks like a fuckin war zone. Look at the shell craters, and the shot up equipment. Marines everywhere.”

When they rolled to a stop, a squad of Marines advanced towards the plane with rifles pointed at it. Sugar exited the plane, and with hands over his head walked over to them. A Marine removed Sugar’s credential pack and after looking at it, gave Sugar a smart salute. Laurel, overheard the marine saying, “Never seen a plane without propellers, Sir!”

Sugar returned to the plane to brief everybody about where they were and what was going on. Laurel noted that he looked 100 percent Cobra now.

“This is a no-shitter folks. We are on Guadalcanal. It is September 27, 1942. Our Marines have been fighting here since August 1, and they are far from being in control. SEAL 6 and I are SEAL officers, retired. I would like to get you out of here, but there are brave men dying out there, so our first duty is to get out there and “waste” some bandits. Hullo_nurse, you take these gals over to the medical area and make yourselves useful.”

Hullo_nurse could not believe her eyes when they got to the MASH area. There were over 600 men in every condition you could imagine. She approached a Medic. His eyes were bloodshot. She guessed that the man had not slept for days. When she told him that she was a nurse, and had fourteen helpers, the look on his face was as though God had just answered his prayers.

Major General Vandegrift eyed the two men before him, both in civilian clothes.

Sugar spoke, ” Commanders Bradshaw, and illegal bahis siteleri Marcinko reporting for duty, Sir.” Vandegrift, tough as leather, and beat from two months of combat, was blunt. “What are you and what can you do for me?” Sugar; ” We are SEALS, Sir, we are highly trained for behind the lines recon, sniper, and fire control.” Remembering his history, Sugar continued; “Intelligence has reported that the enemy will reinforce with 20,000 under the command of General Hyakutake on October 9. With your permission, Commander Marcinko and I will be taken by boat to five miles from the South shore of the island. We will swim ashore and set up a fire control post and try to kill Hyakutake when he arrives, Sir.”

Vandegrift eyed the two men. He had never heard of SEALs, but he sure as hell knew what a Warrior looked like and these boys were “meat eaters”, for sure.

“Permission granted. General, our call sign will be Sugar.”

During the next few days, the enemy was dismayed by the accuracy of the incoming artillery fire. Sugar intoned to SEAL 6, “I am getting tired of swaying in the top of those fucking trees. Can’t wait for Hya to come ashore so that I can aerate his ass.”

“As General Hyakutake saluted the soldiers waiting for him on the pier, the 30-06 150 grain bullet was on its way for the center of his chest. It took just over one half second. During its travel, it slowed from 2600 fps to 1100 fps. It fell 34 inches, and the wind drifted it to the right 32 inches. All figured correctly by SEAL 6. From 600 yards away, both SEALs smiled as the General fell off the pier into the water, dead.

After reinforcements by the 7th Marines, and the battle of ‘Bloody Ridge”, Guadalcanal was finally taken on November 3rd. Sugar and SEAL 6 got a case of booze out of the plane and got shit faced drunk with a bunch of Marines. Marcinko told them that if he had brought the entire SEAL Team 6 over that it would have taken only a few days to clean up this little island. There were a lot of boos.

Ahh, you have been wondering about the ladies? Well, each found many cute Marines. It canlı bahis siteleri was quite easy to find a secluded place to lie on a blanket. In the dark, Softly heard the Marine with Endlessly whisper; “Dammit woman, you need to learn how to take a break!”

Butterfly was about to cum, and broke out laughing when the Marine with Wizard said, “For a Dago runt with a short temper, you are one hot fuck.”

Eve_of_Destruction took three eighteen year olds and told them to “go for it.”

Whispersecret, Remee, and Horney Wife, took on a large group. Renee, said, “Boy, I can’t wait to tell Dr. Tom about this.

Hullo_Nurse. What can I say? To this day, she is a legend in the Marine Corp. So many men. So little time? She posed nude with over 300 men, so they would remember what they were fighting for.

Laurel was hit on by Walker Donald Trout, of San Diago. As they strolled the beach, Laurel mused that if he was chiseled out of granite, he would be a work of art. By the time they found a place to place a blanket, Laurel needed to be loved by him. There was no shyness, or games. She had to have him in her, to be caressed and nuzzled, loved. It was the sun rise that finally drove them back to the camp area.

Sugar informed them that he thought he knew how to get back into our time. He thought that if he cut in the “hot fuel” going Eastbound that we would pass back to the year 2000. At 41,000 feet, he switched tanks again. Moments later, the flash, and then, the long decent to La.

A week later, Laurel, on a hunch, looked up Walker D. Trout in the phone book. She arranged a meeting at his home. He was a widower, age seventy nine. Laurel; “Is your service number 466-84-921, and did you serve in the 1st Marines in the battle for Guadalcanel?”

Walker, “yes.”

Laurel, “Do you remember a woman that you met there?”

Walker, “Yes, in fact, I still have a picture of both of us!” Walker produced it and looked at it and then at Laurel. A look of disbelief crept over his face, as he said,” You must be her daughter?”

Laurel laughed, as she said, “Do you remember that the woman had a small scar on her left breast from a cyst removal?”

Walker, “Yes.”

As her sweater was lifted and the scar shown, Walker stepped forward and kissed her on the forehead. Then, as he sat down he said; “I have loved you always.”

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