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Fantasie meines ersten cuckold AbendsWir hatten nun schon seit Monaten darüber gesprochen und es uns auch öfter in Gedanken ausgemalt. Sex mit anderen.Meine Freundin hatte sich vor unserer Weltreise in einen ihrer Vorgesetzten Daniel verliebt. Dies beruhte auf Gegenseitigkeit, als er sie nach einer Firmenfeier küssen und zu sich nach Hause mitnehmen wollte. Lisa lehnte ab. Entgegen ihrer Gelüste. Einem gesellschaftlichen Treueideal entsprechend. Sie wusste nichts von meiner Neigung, sie gerne beim Sex mit anderen zu beobachten. Sie hielt Kontakt zu ihrem alten Chef. Woche für Woche wurden zweideutige Mitteilungen ausgetauscht. Man konnte Lisa´s Vorfreude auf die Rückkehr nach jeder seiner Nachrichten spüren. Ihr Höschen war danach immer klitschnass. Meistens folgte darauf wilder Sex mit mir, wo sie mich mit ihren Danielfantasien immer zu heftigsten Orgasmen peitschte. Nun waren wir wieder zurück in unserer Heimatstadt und er fackelte nicht lange sie zum Essen einzuladen. Daniel war mit einer recht biederen Lehrerin liiert und bekannter nebenberuflicher Schürzenjäger. Mir war von Anfang an klar, dass es ihm relativ scheißegal war, wenn eine seiner Gespielinnen vergeben war. Es war Freitag Abend und Lisa war offensichtlich nervös. Sie stand nackt vor dem Spiegel und schminkte ihr wunderhübsches Gesicht. Ein Kleid nach dem anderen wurde aus dem Schrank gezogen, vor ihre kleinen zarten Brüste gehalten und wieder verworfen. Sie lies sich verzweifelt auf das Bett fallen und begann zu weinen. „Hübsche, was ist denn?“, fragte ich sie. Mit verwischten Lidschatten und gerötetem Kopf schluchzte sie: “Ach was mach ich denn da? Das ist doch alles Blödsinn! Ich habe nichts annähernd elegantes zum Anziehen! Und schau dir meine kleinen Brüste an! Daniel wird sich anstrengen müssen einen hoch zu bekommen. Und was wenn er mich da unten lecken will und meine Muschi hässlich findet?“Ich streichte über ihr wunderschönes langes braunes Haar und erwiderte: „ Ach Hübsche. Rede doch keinen Blödsinn. Er wäre nicht so lästig an dir dran geblieben, wenn er dich nicht als elegante, wunderschöne Frau wahrgenommen hätte. Deine kleinen Brüste sind perfekt mit ihren weichen rosa Nippeln, die mich jedes Mal irre machen. Außerdem weißt du, dass du eine Designermuschi hast und jeder deiner letzten Männer, inklusive mir, sich am liebsten dauerhaft dort eingemietet hätte.“ Sie lachte verlegen und führte meine Hand in ihren Schritt. Ihr Loch tropfte vor Nässe. „Ja das würde mich bursa escort sehr freuen, wenn Daniel sich heute Abend da unten einmietet“, flüsterte sie mir ins Ohr. Ich schob meinen Zeigefinger langsam hinein und erwiderte: “Das ist der schönste Ort der Welt und es wäre eine Schande, wenn nur ich ihn spüren darf.“ Sie küsste mich innig, zog meinen Finger aus ihr heraus und sagte:“ Gut, jetzt aber Schluss! Du suchst mir meine Verführerinnenoutfit heraus.“Ich zog ihr, das rosafarbene Spitzenhöschen an, dass wir extra für diesen Abend besorgt hatten. Das schwarze enge Cocktailkleid, falls es schnell gehen musste und ihre schwarzen High Heels, um auch im Stand eine gute Figur machen zu können. Fröhlich sumsend nahm sie ihr kleines Brillianttäschchen, die Autoschlüssel und blieb an der Tür stehen. Sie drehte sich mit einem Lächeln um und fragte mich: “Ist es auch das was du möchtest? Daniel und ich ohne Begrenzungen in seinem Bett?“ Ich nickte. „Ja, ich möchte, dass du und ich aus einer festen Beziehung heraus unsere Bedürfnisse leben können.“, antwortete ich. Sie grinste voller Vorfreude und warf mir einen Kuss zu. „Bis später, mein Traum. Und nicht an dir herumspielen!“, rief sie und verschwand aus der Tür.Man hörte ihre Stöckelschuhe im Hausgang hallen bis die Haustür zu fiel. Da saß ich nun. Wartend auf meine Freundin. Die sich den Abend mit einem anderen Mann vertreibt. Der Moment, den ich mir so oft in meiner Fantasie ausgemalt hatte. Meine Beine waren wie Pudding, mein Puls raste und zu allem erstaunen war meine Unterhose unangenehm klebrig und nass. Ich nahm mir zur Beruhigung ein Glas Whiskey und dachte nach: „Wird sie sehr nervös sein? Ich hoffe er behandelt sie gut und sie hat Spaß. Ob Daniel wirklich gleich voll rangehen wird? Wird sich unsere Beziehung dadurch vielleicht doch negativ verändern?“Im nächsten Moment kann ich mich nur noch an mein Aufschrecken durch ein Tür knallen erinnern. Ich schaute auf die Uhr: 4:30. Neben mir das leere Whiskyglas. Die Wohnzimmertüre öffnete sich und Lisa schaute herein: „Schläfst du gar nicht?“, fragte sie verwundert. Ich schaute sie schlaftrunken und verwirrt an. Sie schlich Barfuß über den Fußboden und setzte sich zu mir auf das Sofa und gab mir einen Kuss auf die Wange. Ihre Lippen fühlten sich weich und warm an und sie roch nach einer Mischung aus Vanille und herben Aftershave. Sie setzte sich zu mir und schaute mich verlegen an. Dann schaute sie zu Boden und sagte mit verlegen freudiger bursa escort bayan Stimme: „Ich glaub ich war schlimm…“. Als ob sie das letzte Stück Kuchen gegessen hätte. Mein Puls schoss wieder nach oben und ich merkte wie mein Atem schneller werden wollte. Mir wurde kurz schwindelig. Ich rutschte zu ihr, küsste sie am Hals und fragte mit verdutzter aber auch neugieriger Stimme: “Wie war dein Abend Hübsche?“ Sie legte ihren Kopf in meine Schulter, lachte verlegen und begann zu erzählen: “Naja also wir waren beim Italiener essen. Wir haben uns sehr nett unterhalten, ein bisschen geflirtet. Er hat immer wieder versucht meine Hände zu nehmen. Aber alles sehr harmlos. Als Daniel gezahlt hatte dachte ich, dass es besser wäre es bei diesem Abend zu belassen. Oh mein Gott, war ich nervös! Dann gingen wir hinaus. Ich hatte mich schon mit dem Gedanken angefreundet wieder heim zu fahren. Doch dann wollte er mir die neue Einrichtung und sein neues Büro zeigen. Was ich ja nach meiner Kündigung nicht mehr zu sehen bekam. Also sind wir mit seinem Sportwagen hingefahren. Alles war dunkel. Der Portier hat uns nur verschmitzt angelächelt. Da war mir klar, dass das doch nicht nur eine Rundtour wird.“ Ich spürte wie mein Penis immer fester wurde und die Hose aufwölbte. „Oha! Aber es ist doch noch gar nichts passiert!“ bemerkte Lisa und zog mir die Hose herunter. Sie nahm meinen Schwanz fest in ihre Hand und begann langsam auf und ab zu streichen. Sie küsste mich auf die Lippen und fuhr fort: „Nun da waren wir nun. In seinem Büro. Mit Glasfront und Blick aus dem 15. Stock. Ich wollte noch verlegen small talk führen aber Daniel fackelte gar nicht mehr lange und stellte sich hinter mich. Er schob mein Haar zur Seite und begann meinen Hals zu küssen. Seine großen festen Hände strichen über meine Wange, hinab bis zur Hüfte. Er packte mich fest am Po und zog dann das Kleid nach oben. Er flüsterte mir ins Ohr was mein Freund wohl dazu sagen würde. „Der hat ab jetzt nichts mehr zu melden“, antwortete ich. Daraufhin sind dann alle Dämme gebrochen und er schob seine Hand zwischen meine Beine. Oh Gott ich war so nass, man hat alles gespürt. Er rieb mein Böhnchen so zart und langsam. Ich wär fast verrückt geworden. Dann hat er mich zu sich gedreht und mein Kleid geöffnet. Glaub mir ich hab nicht lang gefackelt und das Ding ins Eck gepfeffert. Und du hattest recht er war verrückt nach meinen Brüste. Hmmm diese Zunge. Da konnte ich dann auch nicht mehr escort bursa an mich halten und hab seinen festen triefenden Schwanz herausgeholt. Größer wie deiner, aber genauso fest wie jetzt gerade.“ Sie lächelte und deutete auf meinen nassen Schwanz in ihrer Hand. „Ich hab ja gemeint, ich weiß nicht, ob ich einem unbekannten Mann einen blasen würde.“, fuhr sie fort. „Aber ich konnte nicht anders als auf die Knie zu gehen und ihn in den Mund zu nehmen.“ Lisa senkte ihren Kopf und zeigte mir wie sie Daniel verwöhnt hat. Ich bin fast verrückt geworden.Sie stoppte, grinste, wischte sich ihren Mund ab und erzählte weiter: „Ich hab nur seine Eichel in den Mund bekommen. Aber Daniel hat es wohl doch sehr gefallen. Ich habe gar nicht gewusst, dass euer Geschleime da auch angenehm schmecken kann. Du solltest wirklich mehr Ananassaft trinken. Auf jeden Fall hatte er dann irgendwann genug und schmiss mich auf seine Bürocouch. Ich auf dem Rücken und er vor mir. Gott es hat sich so toll angefühlt als endlich mal wieder ein anderer Schwanz in mich eingedrungen ist. Tief und fest. Ohne Probleme. Dieser muskulöse Körper der sich vor und zurück bewegt hat. Jedes Mal mit einem tiefen Stoß. Habe ich erwähnt, dass wir vor lauter Aufregung den Gummi vergessen haben? Aber na ja, da stehst du eh drauf und ich bin kurz vor meinen Tagen. Dann habe ich ihn geritten. Mit einem Tempo wie noch nie zuvor. Ich habe es wirklich genossen seinen Knüppel mit der ganzen Länge rein und rausgleiten zu lassen. Wir haben beide laut gestöhnt. Man müsste uns bis ins Erdgeschoss gehört haben. Daniel hat währenddessen meine Brüste wie ein Wilder bearbeitet. Meine Nippel sind immer noch Wund. Zum Schluss hat er mich dann von hinten genommen. Fest und schnell wie ich es mag. Das ging ewig so. Und weißt du was? Ich bin gekommen ohne, dass er mir das Böhnchen gerieben hat. Es war so intensiv, mir ist ganz schwarz vor Augen geworden. Daniel wollte mir dann noch unbedingt ins Gesicht kommen, aber nicht mit mir. Meine Brüste hat er vollsauen dürfen. Eine riesen Sauerei hat er da hinterlassen. Er hat gemeint, ab jetzt gehört meine Muschi ihm und du darfst mit deinem Penis nicht mehr in die Nähe von ihr kommen. Und jetzt los! Leck meine Brüste sauber und riech an seinem neuen Revier!“Ich leckte Lisa´s Brüste und konnte sein Sperma auf ihren Nippeln noch schmecken. Ihre Muschi roch nach einem Fremden und war ganz weit und warm. Ausnahmsweise durfte ich ihr mein hochrotes Glied noch ein letztes Mal hineinstecken und ergoss mich heftig in ihr. „Ja genieß es ein letztes Mal!“, flüsterte sie in mein Ohr, als ich über ihr zusammenbrach. „Ab jetzt gehört mein Körper Daniel! Meine Muschi ist von nun an für seine Füllungen reserviert!“

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Author’s note: This is the first story that I’ve written. It’s a little rough and it’s slow burning. I welcome feedback and constructive criticism. I’d also enjoy positive thoughts, but I’ll take what I can get.

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He knew he shouldn’t have been there.

Her bedroom was quiet. The cotton sheets felt warm on his bare back. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, following the ever changing orange-red sea of light given off by the ten or so tea candles that dimly lit the room. As he lay there he imagined the shifting lights as a sea of warmth, and as he closed his eyes, he could imagine himself in that sea—the warmth of the candle light carrying and buoying him. He felt the soft lick of waves on his chest, warm, subtle, and comforting. The longer he floated the harder it began to separate the end of his body from the beginning of the seemingly infinite and benevolent ocean of light. He began to relax, something he desperately needed. The water churned sending larger waves down his neck, his chest, his stomach, finally swelling around his groin. The water moved back and forth over his groin, providing a pleasurable warmth and as the pulsing water continued he began to feel himself getting hard.

Then the waves stopped. And for a brief moment everything was still. He lay blissfully warm, aroused, and comfortable in this mental ocean of light. Then the water began lapping at his ear, at first a soft spray of water, then a flow transformed into words. The ocean of light became pierced with bubbles of shifting darkness and he opened his eyes to find himself staring into Samantha’s pitch black hair.

“If you’re going to sleep through this, I can leave you tied up and let you grab a few hours of sleep.” Samantha straightened her back slowly, letting her fingertips drag down his chest as she fully arched her back, pushing forward her perfectly shaped breasts. She ran her hands through her hair, undulating her hips as ran her hand through her hair. The movement was a practiced affectation. Ryan watched mesmerized as Sam’s breasts swayed with the movement of her arms, only to be pulled out of his trance by the grinding of her groin against his rigid cock. She began to gyrate with more strength and urgency, her left hand holding a handful of hair, her right moving to cup her breast. As she rubbed on his rigid member, he believed, or imagined, that he could feel her wetness through the sheer panties she wore. Sam’s breaths were coming in short bursts through her nose, her bottom lip was firmly held between her teeth, and her right hand was pinching and rolling the hard nub that was her right nipple.

Ryan was trapped in that moment. Sweat soaked, glowing in the candle light, she looked like a sexual idol. Something to be worshipped. He could feel everything inside him boiling and seething. He wanted…no he needed release. He felt like his cock might explode if he was forced to watch, feel, or hear any more of Sam’s self-induced pleasure. But all of that didn’t change the fact that he shouldn’t be here.

Three days earlier.

Ryan didn’t like dance clubs. They were loud, hot, smelled of stale alcohol and, perhaps worst of all, he was almost always compelled to dance. He seethed at the thought. Ryan distaste for dance didn’t spring from a feeling of self-consciousness. At around six feet tall, 180 lbs of well-muscled surgeon, Ryan felt comfortable in most social settings. Quiet opposite to a feeling of self-consciousness, Ryan felt a disdain for dance because other people danced so poorly. Grinding, in his opinion, was a poor substitute for actual fluidity of motion. But there he stood in the middle of this dimly lit, blaringly loud, overly sexualized mosh pit called a dance floor with a tall brunette “dancing” against him.

He let himself fall into the rhythm of the music, the drum track beat against his chest as his dance partner pressed her ass into him. He responded by placing his hands on her hips, pushing her against his rapidly stiffening cock. He realized he was being hypocritical, but he decided that was a moral quandary for another day. His tall brunette leaned into him, snaking her hand behind his head, pulling his lips against hers. The kiss began much like the dance, without pretext and with a very obvious meaning. I want to fuck. Her firm lips, combined with ass gyrating in rhythm to the music were removing any puritan reservations that Ryan may have felt about his soon-to-be fuck buddy.

He moved his mouth from hers, kissing slowly down her neck. Her skin tasted sharply of salt, the result of vigorous “dancing” in a crowded space. He loved it. This was not going to be an affair with white sheets, clean smiles, and loving embraces. It would be an appeal to his basic desires. Tonight would be about lust. About fucking. About dominating. About physical satisfaction and emotional degradation. The binge drinking before the hangover. He bit down gently on his partner’s neck as his right hand moved down to the hem of her absurdly short skirt. He rested on her thigh for a moment, feeling the intense heat from legs at work on a dance floor. He felt the elastic bursa escort of Y’s (he taken to thinking of her as You) tights resist slightly as he scratched his way up her legs, pulling the hem of her skirt with him. Y responded in kind, her hand moving behind her back to rest on Ryan’s now very firm cock. She gripped it as best she could from behind, keeping up a soft gyration to keep up the pretext of dancing, her firm ass brushing his leg as she stroked his member.

He began to move his mouth up her neck, his teeth leaving a trail of light red marks up to her ear. His hand mirrored the movements of his mouth moving slowly up her thigh, stopping just short of her crotch. Suddenly he groaned as he felt the warmth of her hand wrap around his cock. Ryan was momentarily impressed by her skill with a zipper before he let out a low moan into her ear. It was as Ryan was thinking about the finer points of pleasuring Y without revealing their intentions to half of the dance floor when Y spun in his arms.

“Take me to the bathroom. Now.” Her last commanding word was more a hiss in his ear than an actual intelligible word, but he inferred her meaning from a wealth of experience, and he smiled to himself as she led him off the dance floor.

Unfortunately for Ryan and Y, the lines to both bathrooms were prohibitively long and guarded by an obscenely well-muscled body guard, no doubt set to prevent the sort of mischief that Y had been about. Undeterred, Y pulled Ryan towards the stairwell that led to the VIP section of the dance club. Together the ascended to the first bend in the staircase—a dark, abandoned little heaven for him to fuck Y’s brains out.

Y, seemingly able to read his mind, abruptly sat on one of the stairs and began jerking at the buckle to his belt. In the dim light, Ryan could see Y lick her lips, her dully lit eyes staring up at him hungrily. Soon he heard the metallic clink of his belt buckle being thrown wide, and he felt the button to his pants being undone by experienced, nimble hands. The air felt cold on his thighs, calves…and balls for that matter, as Y casually yanked his pants to the floor. His penis bounced slightly, pulled by the hem of his underwear as she pulled. At seven and a half inches, Ryan wasn’t huge but he wasn’t embarrassed to have a stranger looking at his cock, either. He smiled slightly as she shifted effortlessly from her seated position to one on her knees. She positioned herself so that her legs rested on his now crumpled jeans, with her firm, pouty lips positioned directly in front of his cock’s swollen, reddish purple head.

Ryan felt Y’s breath on the head of his cock—a moist cloud of warm air passing over the first inch and a half of his penis. Y moved her mouth down slowly, deliberately, expelling warm breath all the way down his shaft, finally stopping to exhale breathily onto his balls. Then, abruptly she moved her lips back the head of his cock and let her mouth sink down three inches. Ryan let out a guttural moan, feeling a tension he hadn’t even known that had been building, lift. Her mouth was hot, the warmth that came from a night of heavy drink, arousal, and adrenaline. Y slowly bobbed her head up and down. Ryan felt her tongue flick as she brought her lips to the head of his penis, and each swish of her lively tongue sent electricity down his spine.

After what seemed like an eternity of careful, deliberate ministrations, Ryan decided to take matters into his own hands…literally. He grabbed a handful of Y’s hair in his right hand and pushed, firmly down, sending her four….five….six inches down his cock, then he held her down. Y resisted slightly, but soon she started snaking her tongue around his cock moaning around him as he held her down. Ryan let a fleeting moment of admiration ficker into his consciousness one more time before he pulled her up for air. Y gasped and coughed a little as her mouth released him, but she looked at him with a challenge in her eyes. She raised an eyebrow and flicked green eyes to his member, slowly, achingly slowly, opening her mouth. She gave the most innocent stare as her lips rested mere millimeters from Ryan’s dick.

If she wants to play innocent, I can play rough.

Ryan entwined his other hand in her brown tresses, and with two hands he forced his cock into her mouth and down her throat. Rather than simply letting her rest and suck as she pleased, Ryan began sliding his dick in and out of her mouth. He pushed deeper with each thrust feeling her throat give way with each thrust. Her hands moved to his ass, grabbing in time with his flexing muscles. Soon she was most of the way down his member, seven inches down her throat. Ryan decided to hold her down, feeling the contractions of her throat around his cock. As he was holding her, he met her unmoving, unflinching eyes. She blinked passively as her throat contracted, again.

God. She’s good at this.

He groaned as she flicked her tongue out. Eventually he let her up, a trail of saliva leading from the head of his cock to Y’s bottom lip. Y smirked and coyly said “Do you think you’re hard enough to fuck bursa escort bayan me now? Or do I need to beg like a bitch?” Ryan decided that the stairwell wasn’t the best place to make what was already an elongated encounter into an even longer one. He bent down and picked her up the waist, pushing her roughly against the wall. A low, but audible moan, let him know that his rough touch had the desired effect. Rather than dealing with pulling down her tights he decided to rip them. If someone came down the stairs he’d be able to pull out and Y would be able to feign innocence. Ryan thought of himself as nothing if not a gentlemen.

Ryan made short work of the tights, ripping a hole exposing Y’s ass and pussy, and despite her verbal complaints about her ruined garment Y liked the permanent reminder of what was about to happen. Ryan quickly affixed a condom and pulled aside her panties. Given their mutual state of arousal Ryan was easily able to enter Y, and both moaned loudly, Ryan exhaling right into Y’s ear. He then began to push. Y was tight, and each inch required pressure and each inch brought new pleasure, warmth, and wetness. He persisted until his entire length was buried inside her. Ryan’s body was pressed firm against Y, who was pressed hard against the wall. As Ryan paused, deep within Y’s dripping cunt, he slid a hand inside her bra feeling an erect nipple and decided to have a little fun. He began twisting and pinching the hard nub, eliciting a slight shriek and a giggle. As time dragged on, with his dick deep inside her and his hand playing with (what were unbeknownst to Ryan) very sensitive nipples, Y began impatiently and breathily begging for Ryan to,

“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

Ryan complied. His hips began to move with increasing frequency—each thrust pulling out everything but the tip of his member and sliding in all the way to the base. Faster and faster he pushed into her. The sounds of flesh on latex covered flesh could be heard echoing in the stairwell. Ryan slid his free hand to her crotch, rubbing small circles around her swollen clit as he continued to ram her from behind.

Y, as it turned out, was vocal in her enthusiasm for their fucking. Her audible moans and pleas to a very observant god would have been audible on the dance floor had it not been for the blaring trance music. Ryan mentally revised his position on the volume of the music in clubs. As their fucking became frantic in pace, Y begged, in frantic and ragged gasps, Ryan to bend her over and fuck her on the stairs. Eager to oblige he picked her up and roughly set Y down. She grunted both in pain and in pleasure, as the rough landing had injured her knees and set Ryan’s cock against her G-spot.

Ryan began frantically ramming his cock into Y’s waiting cunt. He ran a hand up her back, feeling the sweat soaked skin (bless open backed dresses) under his fingernails as he raked towards her neck. He let his hand get entangled in her hair, using his grasp as leverage to push himself more completely inside Y. The world dissolved into a series of grunts and groans for Ryan and his so-dubbed “Y.” And as he felt his own orgasm approaching, Ryan slapped Y’s clit—on a hunch that rough play helped nurture Y’s growing orgasmic tension. To his satisfaction Y yelped and squealed, pushing back on Ryan as he ground his hips against her firm ass. Together they approached climax and together they went over that pleasurable cliff.

As Ryan was exploding inside of his newly, internally christened, dance/fuck-buddy he heard the click of heels coming down the stairs. He looked up to see a short, woman with straight black hair staring at him with her eyebrow raised. She raised her right hand to her mouth and imitated a blowjob before winking and walking out the exit on the landing above Y and Ryan’s coupling. It was at that moment that Y gave out under him, her legs shuddering. The last thing he saw was the door closing behind this mysterious and yet seemingly…sexual woman.

Ryan and Charlotte, which he’d learned was her name as she straightened her dress parted ways. Ryan chose to stay behind disposing of his condom, pulling up his pants, and staring up the now seemingly quiet staircase. For some reason he felt compelled to climb the stairs, drawn by the image of that woman. Black hair cascading down a pale neck, drawing his eyes to a gorgeous chest—not large, but perfect in shape and figure, designed to be a handful, designed never to sag or age. He felt his heart pounding as he climbed, imagining fucking this beauty, pushing her to the ground and ramming his cock into her. He trusted his intuition that a girl who would feign a blowjob while watching him finish inside another girl wouldn’t be the type to want those clean linens and clean words. He came to the top of the second landing, pushed open the doors, and was greeted by the drum and bass music.

The crowd surrounded him, the way it had at the beginning of the night. Without Y, Charlotte, he reminded himself, the press of bodies was nothing but a hindrance. He felt warm breasts, sheer satin, lace, denim, and firm asses press against escort bursa his body, but they were nothing but distractions as he searched for the girl on the stairs. Unfortunately, Ryan would spend three hours surrounded by what he considered bad dancers, bad music, and unpleasant aromas for an additional three hours as he looked for his mystery lustful muse.

The next day.

Isabella was Ryan’s best friend. At five eleven, D cup breasts, athletic build, and angelic face, Isabella turned every male head. Luckily (or unluckily) Isabella’s head was only turned by women. Her personality was shaped by her beauty; she’d spent her youth dealing with horny young men, learning just how little the male form did to inspire passion within her, and fending off unwanted advances at the bar, dance club, office, school, and grocery store. As a result she had a sarcastic and derisive wit that Ryan found complementary to his own sarcastic sense of humor.

“Maybe Stairwell Slut drained your balls so effectively that you imagined this second bitch. I mean, you did say that you were mid-orgasm when she made her grand entrance didn’t you?” Isabella had affected something of a demure pose on the edge of his desk. Clad in scrubs, her figure was apparent, eminent, and captivating—it was only through prolonged practice and the experience of many futile attempts that Ryan managed to focus on her words rather than her figure.

“She exists. I’m going back tonight. Would you care to join me? She’s your type.” Ryan smiled broadly, hoping his boyish smile would push her convince her to abandon her reticence.

“You mean she has a cunt, is thin, and looks above a 3? Well, fuck, you’ve found the lost Monet, haven’t you? I think what you mean to say is ‘Izzy, can you please get me into the VIP section? I’m just a scalpel jock with a cock and I can’t do it without your amazing rack.'” Isabella laughed at her own wit, cupping her robust chest to emphasize her point.

“That too…” Ryan chuckled to himself. Isabella was smart, if not exactly his type. Honesty worked better with her than flattery so he groveled, asked for her help and, after much begging, got her to commit to going to the club that evening. As she left his office she admonished, “Who goes to a club two nights in a row? All I can say is I better get laid, or I’m going to make you lick me. And yes I’m fucking joking, close your damn mouth, fucknut.”

That night.

Ryan could feel the rhythm of the music in his chest. The pounding bass provided a chorus to the primal thoughts pulsing through his mind. Each downbeat sent a glimpse of his mystery woman through his mind, the emptiness of the upbeat reminding him of the euphoric nothingness that followed his orgasm inside of Y. The music was foreplay, stroking him to arousal, getting him ready to find and conquer his mysterious hallway harlot.

Ryan and Izzy made their way through the first floor mosh pit to the stairwell, for which Ryan felt an unusual and perhaps understandable fondness, to the second floor entrance, where Ryan had spent more time than he cared to admit searching for S (his stairwell slut), to the third floor VIP entrance.

The third floor VIP door was designed to reflect the contrast between the previous two floors and the VIP floor. Composed of solid elm, it stood as the only wooden structure in a stairwell composed of steel and concrete. The two brass lighting fixtures on either side of the double doors cast a warm yellow light in the six feet immediately adjacent to the entrance to the lounge. In conjunction with the hulking bouncer who guarded the double doors, the whole setup seemed ridiculous. A satire. But it certainly did present a different view than the industrial doors opening into the mosh pits on the two lower levels. No one would wander into the lounge uninvited. This is why Ryan needed Izzy to facilitate an invitation.

As she reached the top of the stairs Isabella pulled on the hem of her dress, forcing her cleavage more plainly into view than Marc Jacobs had probably intended. Walking confidently to the well-muscled bouncer, Izzy put on her most serious and demanding expression—the kind of stare one lover might give another while confessing an immediate need to fuck the other person—a hard to resist expression under the best of circumstance.

“I’m wanted inside.” Years of playing to male fantasies had taught Izzy the power of a husky voice in a willing ear. “The boss said he wanted me to do some special favors for a couple VIPs.”

Looking the way Izzy did, sounding the way she sounded and doing the tedious and unrewarding job the bouncer did, he was hard pressed to turn her, and by proxy the guest Izzy was escorting, away. Soon Ryan found himself inside a new and exciting stairwell, except this one was filled with the sickly sweet smell of cigar smoke. As he and Izzy ascended the steps, the smoke grew thicker and the previously muted music grew louder. Similar to the lower levels, the music was drum and bass. A pulsing loudness that seemed to come from the walls and floor. Ryan wondered if this was just another dance floor, filled with those rich and attractive enough to buy their way into this “exclusive” section. He had just started to consider how he would find one person in this dimly lit prison when he reached the top of the stairs.

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Ehefrau Isabella K.zur willenlosen Ehehure gemachPersonen der GeschichteIch selbst Isabella Ehefrau 55j. 1,65 90kg BH 90EEKonfektions Gr. 44/46.Jan mein Mann 59j. 1,80 RentnerHajo 48j. 1,90 kräftige Statur ehemaliger Arbeitskollege von Jan.Wolfang 28j 1,85 Muskelöser Sportler und Sohn von Hajo.Gabi 29j. 1,70 85kg BH 95D Konfektions Gr. 44/46 und Ehefrau von Wolfgang.Elli 56j. 1,60 82kg BH 100D Konfektions Gr.46 und Freundin von meinem Mann Jan und mir.Dieter 34j 1,85 Masseur kräftig Statur und Sohn von Elli.*Teil 1.Vor 5jahren waren mein Jan und ich auf einem Weinfest, dort haben wir auch ein paar bekannte von uns getroffen.Darunter war auch ein ehemaliger Arbeitskollege meines Mannes den ich bis dato erst nur einmal gesehen hatte , er heisst Hajo und ist 48j, bestimmt 1,90 gross und von kräftiger statur.Er hat einige male am Abend etwas mit mir geflirtet und mich irgendwann mal zum Tanzen aufgefordert, beim Tanzen merkte ich auf einmal das er einen ganz schönen steifen hatte und das obwohl wir uns garnicht so erotisch berührt hatten.Ich wusste nicht so recht wie ich mit der situation umgehen sollte, ein bislang unbekannter Mann tanzt mit mir und hat dabei einen Steifen. Ein Gefühl zwischen unangenehm und neugierde war in mir.Er schaute mich an und meinte wortwörlich: jetzt siehst du mal du geiles Pralles Stück, wie hart ich auf dich werde nur weil ich deine Hüften anfasse was denkst du denn wie hart ich dich ficken werde wenn ich dich erst mal nackt vor mir habe du Süße ausgehungerte Stute.Ich war geschockt erschrocken mir lief das Blut ins Gesicht ich wollte weg (und auch nicht!!) aber er hielt mich fest in seinen Arm und seine Hand hielt auch meine Hand fest während wir weiter Tanzten.Ich war innerlich sowas von aufgewühlt wie noch nie im Leben und ich muss auch gestehen das ich feucht wurde.Die Art wie mich Hajo angesprochen hatte machte mich an, aber ich wollte mir keine Blöße geben und sagte ihm : Wir tanzen jetzt zuende und dann werden sie mich in ruhe lassen sonst werde ich Jan davon erzählen.Er schaute mich nur an und meinte: ich werd dich so ficken mein Schatz das du Muskelkater in deiner Futt hast du geiles Fickstück und du wirst meinen Schwanz lieben du kleine Möchtegern Ehehure.Ich konnte nix mehr sagen und meine Möse war so nass das mein Slip schon eine unangenehme feuchte kühle hatte.Das Lied war zuende und ich zog mich zurück und verschwand erst mal auf der Toilette dort hab ich erst mal meinen Slip und meine Möse versucht zu Trocknen.Als ich wieder zu unserer Gruppe kam war gewisser Hajo verschwunden was mir auch recht war, wobei ich auch etwas schrecken in mir spürte, den man weiß ja nicht was es so alles für Spinner im Leben gibt.Die Sache war für mich erst mal vorbei und der Abend wurde noch geselliger und wir kamen erst gegen 2 Uhr die Nacht nach Hause.Zwei Wochen später, Jan war morgen schon früh weg (erarbeitet ab und zu noch etwas beratend) klingelte es an unserer Haustür und ich schaute durch unser Küchenfenster.Vor der Tür stand dieser Hajo ich wurde nervös und fing auch leicht an zu schwitzen an den Händen.Ich drückte die Sprechanlage und fragte was er wolle: Wolfgang ist nicht da was wollen sie?Er sagte : ich weiß ich wollte mich bei dir entschuldigen Isa.Ich antwortete. Es ist in Ordnung ich nehme die Entschuldigung an und jetzt gehen sie bitte wieder.Er: ach Isa sei doch nicht so ängstlich ich beiß doch nicht ich bin auch nicht gefährlich du brauchst also keine Angst vor mir zu haben.Ich: hab ich auch nicht.Er: was soll ich mit den Blumen machen.Ich ging zum Küchenfenster und sah das er tatsächlich einen Blumenstrauss dabei hatte.An der Sprechanlage sagte ich zu Ihm: Hajo was willst du von mir was??Er : ach du bist so eine Wunderbare und erotische Frau mir ist an dem Abend einfach der Gaul durchgegangen sei mir nicht böse ich will dir nix tun.Ehrlich ich wusste nicht was ich tun sollte.Ich öffnete die Haustür und über seine Schulter hinweg sah ich Frau Schleier gegenüber aus dem Haus kommen, sie grüßte mich und Hajo, also was sollte ich tun, ein fremder Mann mit Blumen vor der Tür und die Nachbarin gegenüber.Ich sagte : Komm rein aber benimm dich.Hajo kam rein ich schloss die Tür, so dachte ich was wird jetzt passieren.Er verhielt sich aber ganz Brav, und das obwohl ich nur leicht bekleidet war (war ja zuhause und erwartete niemand) ich hatte ein leichtes Hauskleid an und sonst nix.Ich bat ihn in die Küche und bot ihm einen Kaffee an den er auch annahm.Ich hole mal eine Vase du kannst es dir ja etwas bequem machen.So ganz wohl war mir immer noch nicht aber ich hatte mich etwas beruhigt, ging in den Keller um eine Vase zu holen.Als ich wieder hochkam war Hajo nicht mehr in der Küche, ich ging ins Wohnzimmer und saß er auf den Sofa.Aber wie!!!Er hatte sich nackt ausgezogen und wichste seinen schwanz ich konnte es nicht glauben der saß da und wichste seinen Schwanz ich war total geschockt.Ich schaute auf seinen Schwanz dann in sein Gesicht.Er sagte: komm her meine schöne Stute schau wie du IHM gefällst komm her ich tu dir nichst.Ich stand da wie erstarrt was sollte ich tun.Ich spürte wie ich wieder feucht wurde und setzte mich gegenüber in den Sessel, Hajo wichst seinen Schwanz weiter und schaute mich an während er sagte: Er gefällt dir meine schöne, gell, du kannst ihn ruhig anfassen komm zu mir.In mir schrie irgendwas, hau ab, renn aus dem Haus, was ich auch tat obwohl ich immer feuchter wurde sprang ich auf.Ich sprang auf und wollte zur Haustür aber Hajo war schneller.Er sprang auf und griff nach mir und er griff fest zu und sagte: nein nein meine schöne Pralle Ficke jetzt gehörst du erstmal mir.Ich wehrte mich und schrie ihn an das er das sein lassen sollte, aber er hörte nicht und er riss mir mein Hauskleid einfach am ausschnitt in Fetzen,meine dicken Brüste hingen raus und Hajo hielt mich von hinten fest und sagte: du bist ja noch schöner als ich gedacht habe, eine richtige Prachtstute, dabei drückte er mir seinen Schwanz an meinen Arsch.Ich sagte auf einmal, innerlich ganz ruhig: Hajo hör auf, Jan kommt bestimmt gleich zurück.Er : nein meine schöne Futt (dabei griff er mir an meine Dicke Möse) Jan kommt erst heute Abend zurück und bis dahin werde ich dich schön einreiten, das brauchst du nämlich schon lange.Ich versuchte mich zu wehren aber ich war schon so nass das es mir die Schenkel runter lief und er spürte es.Was ist los mit dir du kleine Ehehure du brauchst es doch, ich merke es doch das du eine kleine heimlich Huren Fotze bist und es wird Zeit das dich endlich einer dazu macht.Ich musste stöhnen, ehrlich ich wurde so geil innerlich, wie noch nie im meinem Leben.Er griff mir von hinten zwischen meine dicken Arschbacken und ich “Fotze” drückte sie ihm auch noch dagegen.Er: na siehst Du meine kleine geile Fickstute das gefällt dir.Ich: jaaaaEr: na dann gib sie mir richtig in meine Hand und zeig mir wie sehr du nur noch “Futt” sein willst.Ich drückte mich gegen den Türrahmen und drückte ihm meine ganze dicke behaarte Möse in seine Hand und ich muss sagen es war einfach nur göttlich es war so unbeschreiblich gut, ich hatte es wahrscheinlich immer innerlich gewollt beim Sex einfach nur Fotze Futt Möse zu sein.Hajo nahm seine Hand weg und nahm seinen Schwanz in die Hand und sagte: So komm her meine Schlampe begrüß mal deinen Gast wie es sich für eine anständige Dame des Hauses gehört.Ich wurde durch diese Worte nur noch geiler und hemmungsloser ich zog mich ganz aus und kniete vor Hajo nieder und Küsste voller Inbrunst seine nasse Eichel und leckte den austretenden Schleim ab.Ich will hören wie er dir schmeckt sagte er und ich fing an zu schmatzen und dabei merkte ich dass ich tief in meinem Innern eine heimlich verdorbene Ehefrau war.Ich kniete nackt in unserem Haus in unserem Wohnzimmer vor einem Fremden Mann und lutsche zur Begrüßung mit Hingabe und Genuss seinen Schwanz.Hajo sagte: sehr gut, hab ich s doch gewusst das du so eine ausgehungerte kleine Ehefotze bist, du wirst dich jetzt in euer Schlafzimmer begeben dir dort ein paar schwarze Nylons anziehen und dazu die Schuhe mit den höchsten Absätzen die du hast. Sonst nichts klar??Ich schaute ihn nur kurz an und küsst als Antwort seine Eichel.Er: Sehr schön du weist was sich als Dame des Hauses GehörtDann wirst du dich in euerm Schlafzimmer auf das Bett knien und mir schön deinen ganze “Ehe-Pracht” präsentieren, so wie es sich für eine gut erzogene Gastgeberin gehört.Ich werde dann zu dir kommen um dich zu besteigen.Ich war nur noch in Trance, ich überlegte und mir wurde klar das er mich in unserm Ehebett ficken wollte und was soll ich sagen, ich wollte es auch, meine Futt schrie nach seinem Schwanz und das es in meinem Ehebett geschehen sollte machte es nur noch besser für mich.Ich zog mir schwarze Halterlose an und meine Stöckelschuhe an.Dann kniete ich mich in unserem Schlafzimmer und wartete auf meinen Gast damit er mich ficken kommt, ich war nur noch nass und sowas von geil wie ich es noch nie in meiner bisherigen Ehe war.Es war so etwas schönes mit rausgestrecktem Arsch und voll sichtbarer Möse auf dem Bett zu knien mich rauszudrücken zur “Begrüßung”. Als ich Hajo hörte lief ein kleiner Bach meine Schenkel hinunter.Er stand am Bettrand und sagte: mein Gott was bist du für eine Wunderschöne reife pralle Sau, ich spürte totalen Stolz und drückte mich noch mehr nach hinten raus und er kniete sich hinter mich und zog mit beiden Händen meine Arschbacken auseinander und küsste mein Rosette.Das hatte noch nie ein Mann bei mir gemacht und ich hatte das Gefühl das etwas in meinen Kopf explodierte, Hajo leckte und lutschte meine ganze “Pracht” durch und sagte : Deinen Arsch zu küssen und zu Lecken soll meinen Respekt dir gegenüber ausdrücken Isa.Aber jetzt werde ich dich nur noch ficken denn sowas wie du ist einfach da um gefickt zu werden.Dann steckte er mir ohne Vorwarnung seinen Schwanz von oben in meine Möse und stieß mich so durch wie ich noch nie gefickt wurde.Er bockte mich förmlich durch und meine Möse saugte sich an seinem Schwanz fest.Jan ist ein toller Ehemann und unser Sex ist immer gut auch wenn wir ja beide jetzt schon etwas in die Jahre gekommen sind.Aber Hajo fickte mich, sein Schwanz war um einiges kräftiger als der von Jan, aber es war nicht nur das, Hajo fickte mich mit einer Art von Gier und sein Schwanz klopfte und pulsierte in meiner Möse das ging mir bis ins Gehirn.Was alles noch viel geiler machte, das Hajo wie aus dem nichts eine Badekappe in der Hand hielt und mir diese über meinen Kopf zog.Ich war überrascht, und wußte kurz nicht was er damit erreichen wollte, doch dann zog er die Badekappe tiefer über mein Gesicht, also auch über meine Nase und meinen Mund, meine Luft wurde schlagartig knapper und ich wurde im gleichem Moment noch geiler.Ich liebe es bagging gefickt zu werden , kurz überlegte ich woher dieser geile Mistkerl das wissen konnte , aber dann war es mir auch schon egal. Für mich war nur wichtig das er die Badekappe noch länger stramm festhalten , und mich dabei weiter hart ficken würde.Meine Möse schmatzte als wenn sie seinen Schwanz ablutschen wollte.Hajos Schenkel waren rechts und links neben meinen Hüften und seine Eier klatschten bei jedem Stoß an meine fleischige Möse.Jetzt verstand ich was er meinte mit dem Ausdruck dass er mich Einreiten wollte.Es war sowas von herrlich das ich mir schwor mich von jetzt ab immer von ihm ficken zu lassen.”Na du Stutenfutt wie ist das”Weißt du jetzt für was deine Möse da ist??Ich : Jaaa fick mich, mach mich richtig voll, ich bin DEIN, nimm mich bitte immer wenn du ficken willst, stöhnte ich durch die Badekappe.Durch dieses bagging und seinen zugleich harten und geilen stößen, war ich nur noch eine willenloses Fickstute, und wurde erneut von einer Welle in Form eines heftigen Orgasmus überrollt.Er zog seinen Schwanz aus mir raus und ich fühlte eine Leere in mir.Ich drücke immer noch meinen Arsch raus soweit ich konnte.Hajo kam neben mich und hielt mir seinen fast Weiß verschleimten Schwanz hin.Sei eine anständige Gastgeberin und lutsch deinen Fotzenschleim von meinem Schwanz.Diese Worte “anständige Gastgeberin” machten mich sowas von Geil und Stolz ich lutschte und saugte an seine dicken fast blauen Eichel und es war so schön dabei seine Hand an meiner klatschnassen Möse zu spüren.Er hatte recht ich liebte seinen Schwanz.Hajo: AHHH das machst du sehr gut du kleine Blassau bursa escort jaaa schön mit dem Mund ficken jaaa so ist das gut du bist die pefekte Gastgeberin und eine exzellente Ehestute.Er griff neben sich ohne seinen Schwanz aus meinem Mund zu nehmen und hatte ein Handy in der Hand.Ich hörte auf und er sagte: Wem gehört deine Fotze in Zukunft??!!Ich schaute ihn an und nahm seinen Schwanz so tief ich konnte in meinen Mund.”Brav sagte er zu mir und ins Telefon sagte er: Ja sie ist jetzt soweit du kannst kommen.Ich hielt kurz inne, er schaute mich an, und ich wusste innerlich irgendwie sofort das ich keine Angst haben musste.Er drehte mich auf den Rücken nahm meine Prallen Schenkel hielt mich an den Stöckelschuhen fest und Fickte mich wieder, dabei massierte er mir mit einer Hand meine Brüste durch: “Du bist echt eine wunderschöne Prachtsau”, .Ich spürte wie sein Schwanz bei seinen Worten zuckte und klopfte.Er beugte sich runter und wir knutschen wie verrückt während er mich kräftig weiter fickte.Ich saugte an seiner Zunge die er mir entgegenstreckte und dabei fickte er mich mit kräftigen tiefen Stößen, es war einfach nur herrlich Gastgeberfotze zu sein.Es klingelte an der Haustür und ich erschrak etwas obwohl ich wusste das Hajo jemanden Erwartete.Er sah mich an und sagte: Geh bitte aufmachen wir haben einen Gast.Ich schaute ihn an und an mir herab??Er : Bist du meine Gastgeberin jetzt hier und heute??Ich ging auf wackeligen Beinen und mit klatschnasser Möse nach unten und er folgte mir was mich beruhigte.Ich ging zur Haustür und schaute Hajo nochmals an, er stellte sich hinter mich spielte an meinem Arsch und flüsterte mir ins Ohr: Komm meine anständige Gastgeberin mach auf, er wird dir gefallen.In mir war nur noch Hitze und Nässe.Ich stand auf hohen Schuhen nur mir Nylons bekleidet vor unserer Haustür und wollte einen Fremden Mann in unsere Wohnung einlassen während ich wie eine Nutte aussah.Es klingelte wieder und ich öffnete.Vor mir stand ein junger Mann der eine gewisse Ähnlichkeit mit Hajo hatte, er hatte einen Blumenstrauß in der Hand und als ich ihn hereinbat nahm er meinen Hand und küsste sie kurz flüchtig und sagte: “Guten Tag Gnädige Frau mein Name ist Wolfgang mein Vater hat mich angerufen und mir gesagt das ich jetzt kommen dürfe”. Ein schauer lief mir über den ganzen Körper bei seinen Worten. Ich nackt in Nylons mit hängenden Brüsten und dann die Worte Gnädige Frau, meine Möse lief schon wieder.Ich sagte: Es freut mich sehr sie kennenzulernen gehen sie nur durch und machen sie es sich bequem.Hajo war irgendwo verschwunden.Ich folgte Wolfgang ins Wohnzimmer wo ich ihm einen Platz auf dem Sofa anbot, ich fragte ihn : Kann ich ihnen etwas zu trinken anbieten?Er sagte „gern“ und zu meiner Verwunderung fragte er nach einem Likör.ich ging zum Wandschrank und beugte mich zum Spirituosen Fach herunter und vernahm einen Seufzer von Wolfgang.Ist ihnen nicht wohl fragte ich ihn, er antwortete nicht gleich.Worauf ich mich wieder runter beugte um ihm und mir einen Likör einzuschenken.Mir gefiel diese Situation sehr, die ordinäre nackte Reife Gastgeberin und der doch etwas junge Gast.Als ich etwas meine Prallen Schenkel öffnete hörte ich wie Wolfgang die Luft einzog, ich drückte meine Arsch noch etwas durch und er sagte: Sie sind ganz bezaubernd Gnädige Frau.Vielen Dank sagte ich und ging mit den beiden Gläsern auf zum Sofa, dort angekommen stand Wolfgang auf und nahm mir ein Glass ab setzte sich wieder hin.Ich drehte ihm meinen Arsch zu und stellte mein Glas auf dem kleinen Tischchen ab.Dabei spürte ich seine Hände auf meinen Vollen Backen und er sagte ich habe mich noch gar nicht für ihre Gastfreundlichkeit bedankt.Ich blieb in leicht gebeugter Haltung stehen und er zog mit beiden Händen meine Arschbacken auseinander und zog den Duft meiner Möse tief hörbar ein bevor er mir meinen Arsch küsste.Ich stützte mich um ihn zu unterstützen am Tischchen ab und drückte ihm meine reife Pracht entgegen.Er saugte an meiner Rosette und lutsche an meinen Nassen geschwollenen Lippen.Ich genoss diese Situation die mir vor Stunden noch undenkbar vorgekommen wäre.Hajo stand plötzlich im Wohnzimmer vor uns und sagte: Na mein Sohn was hab ich dir gesagt sie ist ein Prachtexemplar oder???Ja Vater einfach Göttlich, darf ich sie auch Ficken???Natürlich mein Sohn wir haben doch ein Abkommen, sie gehört jetzt auch dir.ZU mir sagte er: Isabella begrüß doch mal meinen Sohn wie sich das gehört.Ich war perplex und geil zugleich aber ich wusste das mein Leben seit 2 Stunden eine Wendung genommen hatte und auch wenn ich noch nicht wusste was noch kommen sollte war es so gut für mich das ich mich vor meinem Neuen Gast auf die Knie begab um ihn so zu begrüßen wie sich das eben für eine anständige Ehefrau und Gasgeberin gehört.Was ich da einige Sekunden später in meinen Händen hatte war ein so kräftiger und muskulöser Schwanz wie ich ihn noch nie gesehen hatte, ich konnte gar nicht anders als ihn zu küssen und zu saugen.Die beiden Männer schauten mir zu und Hajo sagte Na mein Sohn wie gefällt sie dir?Ich hielt Wolfgangs an seinen Eiern und seinem Schwanz fest und saugte ihn während ich ihn ansah.Wolfang sagte: Paps du hattest recht sie ist die perfekte Futt sie ist die Perfekte Mutterfutt für mich, Danke das du mir geholfen hast sie zu bekommen.Ich hörte das alles und in meiner Fotze explodierte etwas ich spritzte eine Unmenge Saft auf den TeppichHajo der es sah sagte: Wolfgang du solltest sie jetzt besteigen damit sie deine Härte und deine Gier richtig spürt sie ist jetzt bereit.Ich stieg auf und drückte mich über Wolfgang und griff nach hinten um mir seinen zum bersten geschwollenen Schwanz in meine überlaufende Fotze zu stecken.Ganz langsam lies ich mich auf seinen Schwanz nieder der noch kräftiger geworden schien,Meine Fotzen Lippen saugten sich an ihm fest und er schaute mich an und ich spürte das er mich ficken würde solange ich Lebe.Ich schlang meine Arme um ihn und flüsterte ihm zu Fick mich Liebling.Und wie er mich fickte er nahm meine Arschbacken hielt sie fest und fickte mich bis mir schwindelig wurde.Ich hielt ihm meine Brust hin und er saugte und knapperte das ich schreien musste.Hajo kam zu uns und sagte: Wolfang glaubst du mir jetzt, ich habe dir ja vor 2 Wochen schon gesagt als ich sie zum ersten mal sah, es wäre eine Schande so eine wunderbare Prachtstute einfach versauern zu lassen.So jetzt fick schön deine Mutterfutt und bring sie mir dann hoch ins Schlafzimmer und mach nicht so lange rum denkt dran Gabi kommt später noch und wir müssen uns noch das mit Jan ausdenken.Wolfgang knutschte mit mir während ich auf ihm Ritt, er massiert mir meine Dicken Arschbacken und es war einfach nur herrlich geil seinen Schwanz zu melken.Der Duft seines jungen Männlichen Körpers machte mich total an.An seiner Zunge saugend den Arsch leicht angehoben lies ich mich von diesem jungen Mann ficken„Ma” sagt er plötzlich.Mir ging dieses „Ma” durch und durch ich glaube meine Möse wurde noch feuchter . „Ja Liebling”„Ich will dich reiten”Ich drehte mich von ihm runter und kniete mich mit ausgedrückten Arsch auf den Boden, er stand auf rutschte hinter mich und zog mit beiden Händen meine Backen auseinander und fing an mit tiefer Inbrunst meine Rosette zu lutschen und zu küssen.Ich stöhnte auf: „Ach Liebling, ist das so schön meinen alten Arsch zu küssen”?Er nuschelte nur etwas unverständliches und saugte an meinen Dicken Lippen. Ich drückte meine Schenkel noch weiter heraus so das er noch besser an meine nasse Möse kam.Es war einfach nur geil spüren wie er versuchte meine Möse ganz in den Mund zu bekommen.Mir fehlte etwas, deshalb entzog ich mich ihm und drehte mich auf den Rücken, Wolfgang verstand sofort legte sich über mich so das ich seinen kräftigen Schwanz vor mir hatte.Er nahm meinen ganzen Arsch in seine Arme und stöhnte:”Mein Gott wie schön du bist, wie gut du duftest”. Er vergrub sein Gesicht zwischen meinen ausladenden Arschbacken und leckte mir meine Möse bis zum Arsch durch was mich noch geiler machte und ich schmatze und lutschte noch stärker an seinem herrlichen Schwanz.Er fing auch sofort an mich zärtlich aber bestimmend ihn den Mund zu ficken.„OHH Ma, du Fotze du bist so eine wunderbare Fotze, ich werde dich immer ficken”Als Antwort machte ich meinen Mund noch enger.Wolfgang stützte sich auf, nahm meine Fersen und hielt mich fest während er mich weiter in den Mund fickte und dabei anschaute.Mund fickend sah ich ihn an und dann spürte ich wie er allein durch meinen Blick spritzgeil wurde, seine dicken Eier greifend saugte und lutschte ich noch mehr.Er stöhnte und ich hörte wie er leise Ficksau zu mir sagte Meine fickenden Bewegungen unterbrechend und ihn dabei anschauend sagte ich:„Komm Liebling Bock deine Mutter ab, Bock mich richtig voll, spritzt dich aus”„OHH Du Prachtfotze” Stöhnend und in meinen Mund bockend wurden seine Fickbewegungen schneller und unkontrollierter, als ich ihm anfing seine Eier zu massieren kam er laut und röhrend, sein Saft spritzte mir in kräftigen Schüben und ich schluckte,Wolfgang grunzte und stöhnte, sein Schwanz zuckte und ich verteilte seinen restlichen Saft auf meinen Lippen „ Immer wenn du Bockig bist kommst du zu mir und fickst dich bei mir aus mein Schatz” „Ja Prachtstute das werde ich und du wirst immer für mich da sein” Dabei spürte ich zum ersten mal richtig was ich als Frau für eine „Macht” über Männer haben konnte und gleichzeitig wie gut es mir tat sexuell endlich so benutzt zu werden.Ich war nach 43 treuen Ehejahren innerhalb eines Tages von zwei Fremden Männern gefickt worden und das war gut so, es war wunderbar und ich wollte es nicht mehr missen.Wolfgang lag neben mir und ich hörte seinen Atem noch stoßweise.Was würde sein wenn seine Geilheit abklingen würde, wäre ich dann immer noch so erregend für diesen jungen Mann.Als wenn er meine Gedanken gehört hätte sagte er: „ Wie ist das für dich wenn ich dich Ma nenne, ist doch irgendwie Pervers, oder?”Ich drehte mich zu ihm und nahm seinen kleiner gewordenen Schwanz und küsste ihn: „Wolfgang ich hätte es nie für möglich gehalten, aber mich macht der Gedanke das „ Mein Sohn mich Fickt” selbst so geil und Nass das es mir egal ist für wen das Pervers ist”„Ich wünsche und hoffe nur das diese Situation heute nicht einfach nur einmalig war”.Er zog mich zu sich hoch und nahm einen Kopf und fing an mich zu Küssen was in ein Knutschen überging, dabei spürte ich seine Hand schon wieder an meinem Arsch rumspielen.Es war eine Art wie soll ich sagen, „Fick verliebtes Knutschen”.Das kneten meines Arsches und dieses saugen an seiner Zunge machte uns wieder geil.Sein Schwanz wurde zu meiner Freude auch schon wieder härter, wir mussten beide grinsen und ich schwang mich über ihn und rieb meine geschwollene Fotze an ihm ab während er mir am meinen Warzen saugte und lutschte, was mich nur noch kribbeliger machte.Er zog mit der Hand meine Arschbacken hoch und steckte seinen Schwanz in meine triefende Fotze und ich fing an zu reiten.Es war so was von schön, zu ficken, einfach nur zu ficken, seinen Schwanz tief in mir zu spüren seine Zähne an meinen angeschwollenen Titten zu spüren.Um ihm ein noch schöneres Gefühl zu geben, legte ich meine Hände an seinen Hinterkopf und drückte somit sein Gesicht nocht tiefer und fester in meine prallen Titten dabei hatte ich das Gefühl seinen Schwanz über meinen Rücken bis in den Kopf zu spüren.„Küss mich Ma, komm Küss mich”Ich beugte mich zu ihm herunter und wir knutschten saugten leckten und fickten wie es wohl nur Mutter und Sohn können.Ich bockte auf seinem Schwanz rieb meine geschwollenen Titten an ihm und saugte stark an seiner Zunge, er griff mit seinen Kräftigen Händen nach unten durch und hielt mich gespreizt , seine Beine angehoben fing er wieder an mich von unten zu ficken.So dauerte es nicht lange bis ich laut aus meinem Mund stöhnend kam, ich kam erneut heftig und zum ersten mal in meinem Leben spritze ich aus meiner Fotze, es war wie ein Explodieren in meinem Unterleib, meinem Rücken und ging bis in meinen Kopf, dabei wurde mir fast schwindlig.Ich hatte das Gefühl aus zulaufen, jetzt war ich nur Fotze.Es wurde mir heiß und ich schrie und stöhnte wahrscheinlich das es im ganzen Haus zu hören war.Wie aus der Ferne nahm ich Wolfgangs Worte wahr.„Ja komm du schöne Ficksau, spritzt, ja komm meine Mutterfotze, AHHH ich fick dich bis an Lebensende bursa escort bayan du geile alte Sau” „Du bist so eine herrlich Fotze Ma, es wäre echt eine Schande dich nicht zur Fickhure zu machen”Und während er dies sagte stieß er seinen Schwanz immer wieder hart in mein nasses geiles Loch, und spritzte sich zum zweiten mal in mir aus und dabei wurde mir klar das er recht hatte, ich bin eine geile alte Fickhure aber ich war zu erschöpft auch nur noch zu denken.Ich, eine 55jährige (brave) Ehefrau lag in unserem Wohnzimmer nackt und von zwei fremden Männern durch gefickt auf dem Boden und war KO, aber Glücklich. Glücklich darüber das ich nun wusste das es noch mehr gab in meinem Leben, mehr zu sein als nur Ehefrau, Putzfrau, Köchin. Als Hajo mit hartem Schwanz ins Wohnzimmer kam wurde ich schon wieder geil; Was bin ich doch für eine verdorbene Schlampe.Er kam auf mich zu und stellte sich direkt über mein Gesicht, seine dicken Eier und sein Schwanz waren direkt über mir so das ich Zugriff und ihn wichste.„Na Junge wie gefällt dir deine Fick-Ma jetzt”Er hatte also zugeschaut und gehört was wir alles gesprochen hatten.Wolfgang sagt:” Sie ist eine Göttin und ich werde sie immer und ewig Ficken”„Na dann ist ja alle geklärt und ab heute darf ich dann auch Gabi ficken wann ich will ohne das du ärger machst, klar oder”„ Ja Pa ich werde mich in Zukunft zusammen reißen wenn du mit ihr Fickst versprochen.„OK, dann gehen wir jetzt nach oben, ich habe Isabella schon etwas zum Anziehen zurecht gelegt und du wirst ihr beim Anziehen helfen”Gabi wird auch in einer viertel Stunde hier sein und dann werden wir die Sache mit Jan bereden.Ich stand auf und ging vor den Männern die Treppe hoch, dabei griff mir einer zwischen meine Arschbacken, ich hielt still und Hajo sagte:” Ist sie nicht eine geile Fotze und noch schön eingeschleimt” „geh weiter” sagte er zu mir.Im unserm Schlafzimmer angekommen sah ich meine Durchsichtige Schwarze Bluse und meinen Schwarzen Spitzen BH auf dem Bett liegen.Hajo hatte bis auf den Saum die Körbchen herausgeschnitten.Hajo sagte:” Knie dich aufs Bett”Ich drückte mich ganz raus und er lobte mich:” So ist das schön du Prachtfotze”Ohne ein weiteres Wort zu sagen steckte er mir seinen Schwanz in meine geschwollene Futt und fickte mich an den Arschbacken festhaltend hart und schnell durch.Ich schrie, die Härte und Heftigkeit waren so brutal und gleichzeitig so aufgeilend das ich wieder innerlich explodierte. Und wieder schossen mir Gedanken durch meinen Kopf, warum ich all diese geilen Orgasmen nicht mit Jan erleben konnteWolfgang rutschte aufs Bett und steckte mir seinen schon wieder harten Schwanz in den Mund .Es war einfach unbeschreiblich so gefickt zu werden und ich vergaß alles um mich war nur noch die geile Fickstute.Beide entluden sich in mir und ließen mich erstmal ausruhen, ich hörte sie reden dabei dusselte ich vor mich hin.Nach einer Weile kam Wolfgang zu mir gab mir ein Glass Wasser und fragte mich :” Geht es dir gut, war es schlimm??”Ich war ganz glücklich das er sich solche Sorgen um mich machte:” Mein Liebesficker es ist alles in Ordnung ich muss mich nur daran gewöhnen so oft genommen zu werden, und so viele schöne Momente und Orgasmen erleben zu können”Ich küsste ihn und er meinte lächelnd :” Du bist halt so reizvoll und machst uns so geil da kann ich mich auch nicht zurückhalten”.Ich küsste ihn nochmals und saugte an seiner Zunge :” Liebling du darfst mich immer ficken auch wenn ich Schlafe hörst du, du darfst es mit mir machen wann immer du es magst”.Ich setzte mich ,die Halterlosen hatten mittlerweile starke Abnutzungserscheinungen so zog ich andere an, dabei sah ich das Wolfgang schon wieder hart wurde, was mich zum Lächeln brachte und meine Fotze zucken lies. Ich war wirklich eine Fickschlampe.Ich zog meine Hohen Stöckelschuhe wieder an und Wolfgang half mir beim anziehen des BH`s , dadurch das die Körbchen raus geschnitten waren hingen meine Titten nun noch deutlich betonter.Als ich mich so ordinär im Spiegel sah, fühlte ich mich noch Nuttiger als vorhin mit Halter losen und Stöckelschuhen.Als ich die durchsichtig Bluse anzog und mich bückte um die Nylons hochzuziehen hörte ich wie Wolfgang die Luft einzog.Ich drehte mich zu ihm und sah das er seinen harten Schwanz wichste und es machte mich Stolz.Mich bückend drehte ich ihm den Rücken zu und hörte nur wie er leise „Du Prachtfotze“ sagte.„Danke” sagte ich und warf ihm einen Handkuss zu.Hajo kam herein und sagte :”Schluss jetzt mit dem Geturtel, kommt nach unten”.Hajo und sein Sohn Wolfgang, dessen Frau Gabi und mein Mann Jan, und natürlich ich, Isabella.Wir gingen nach unten und ich begab mich in die Küche.Ich kam mir in meinem Aufzug vor wie eine Nutte und das stöckeln auf dem Fußboden hielt ein Gefühl der Geilheit in mir wach, mein durch die hohen Schuhe hochgestellter Arsch und die halterlosen Nylons und die beiden anwesenden Männer verstärkten das Gefühl noch.Wolfgang und Hajo setzten sich an den Tisch und fingen abwechselnd an zu erzählen was bisher der Plan war und wie es weitergehen sollte.Wolfgang und seine Frau Gabi waren schon 8j. Verheiratet und in ihrer Ehe bisher kinderlos geblieben was zeitweise schon zu Problemen in der Ehe geführt hatte.Da sie beide seit dem Tod von Hajos Frau vor 3j. mit Ihm im Haus wohnten hat bekam er natürlich sehr schnell mit was los war und hatte irgendwann angefangen Gabi nach zustellen, da ihr der Schwiegervater nicht unsympathisch war und sie anscheint auch sonst ein ziemlich geiles Stück zu sein schien fing sie an mit ihrem Schwiegervater Hajo zu ficken..Das führte dazu das es zwischen Wolfgang und ihm zu Spannungen kam, wobei Hajo damit argumentierte das Er doch für den noch fehlenden Nachwuchs sorgen könnte.Wolfgang war zwar eifersüchtig aber es machte ihn auch gleichzeitig unheimlich geil seine Frau mit seinem Vater beim ficken zu beobachten.Ich dachte im stillen „Isabella wo bist du da hineingeraten”, aber gleichzeitig wurde mir bewusst was ich in den letzten Stunden erlebt und selbst so getrieben hatteWolfgang berichtete gerade das Jan mein Mann Gabi auch schon kennen gelernt hatte da er vor einigen Monaten bei Hajo und Wolfgang im Haus eine neue Telefonanlage installiert hatte.Durch ihr Fick Verhältnis mit ihrem Schwiegervater lief Gabi zuhaue nicht besonders auf ihre Bekleidung achten musste hatte mein Mann anscheinend die pralle kleine Schlampe in einer Aufmachung bewundern können die ihn nicht ganz kalt lies dies bemerkten natürlich auch Wolfgang und Hajo. Schau an mein Mann, dachte ich.Hajo sagte: „Ich machte ihm das Angebot das er mit Gabi ficken könne wenn ich bei dir Isabella, freie Hand hätte”.„Und was meinte mein werter Gatte”Hajo lachte und sagte: „Bei der hast du keine Chance die ist nicht zu knacken, war sein Kommentar.”Ich dachte mir mein teil und sagte nichts dazu.Hajo berichtete das er natürlich das ganze auch mit Wolfgang besprechen musste und dabei stellte sich plötzlich heraus das der liebe Wolfgang ganz rattenscharf auf die reife Ehestute Isabella war, und auch seine „Ansprüche” geltend machte, so nach dem Motto wenn der alte Bock meine Frau ficken will dann will ich auch die geile Stute Isabella haben.Und wie er sie hatte, dachte ich im stillen, den in meiner Fotze fing es schon wieder an zu brodeln.Ich kniete mich vor Wolfgang hin und nahm seinen Schwanz aus den Shorts und leckte ihn ab.Hajo sagte: Sie ist eine geile Sau, oder?Wolfgang stöhnte nur und strich mir über den Kopf.Plötzlich klingelte es an unserer Haustür , ich schreckte auf , aber Hajo meinte nur:” Blas weiter du Fotze”.Er ging zur Tür und ich schaute Wolfgang fragend an.„Das ist Gabi, er hat sie vorhin angerufen damit sie herkommt, hab keine angst es ist alles okay.Ich wusste nicht recht wie ich reagieren sollte, meine leichte Bekleidung, die fremde Frau, der Schwanz ihres Mannes, es war mehr als verrückt was sich abspielte.Im Flur hörte ich nur: „Komm küss mich mein kleines Hurenluder”Ich ging in den Flur und sah eine junge hübsche Frau im Mantel, sie schaute mich und lächelnd sagte sie: „Hallo Isabella ich bin Gabi „ Ich erkannte sie, sie war mir schon einige male beim einkaufen begegnet.Im Flur angekommen wurde ich mir wieder kurz meiner offenherzigen Bekleidung bewusst aber es machte mir merkwürdiger weise nichts mehr aus.Hajo half ihr aus dem Mantel und nun sah ich das Gabi genauso bekleidet war wie ich, sie hatte eine Art Tittenhebe an der ihre Vollen leicht hängenden Titten richtig gehend nach vorne drückte und sie hatte viel davon.Schwarze Strapse und darüber einen Rock den man unter Frauen nur als einen zu breiten Gürtel bezeichnen würde, es war alles zu sehen, auch das sie wie ich selbst keinen Slip trug.Hajo küsste sie, er knutschte sie und dabei griff er an ihren breiten Arsch was sie gleich dazu brachte die Beine auseinander zu stellen so das er besser an alles abgreifen konnte.Das Bild was sich mir bot machte mich geil und das war wieder eine andere Art der Geilheit die ich bei mir entdeckte.Wolfgang stand hinter mir und drückte mir seinen Schwanz gegen mich küsste und leckte meinen Nacken und zwirbelte meine Warzen, meine Fotze suppte wieder und ich genoss seine Geilheit seine Gier auf mich.Hajo schaute mich an und sagte :” Küss mich Fotze”Ich wusste was er meinte ohne das er noch etwas sagen musste.Ich kniete mich vor die beiden Knutschenden hin und nahm seinen zum platzen angeschwollenen Schwanz in den Mund schaute zu ihnen hoch und saugte an seinem herrlich Schwanz.Meine Hand wanderten die prallen Nylon bestrumpften Schenkel nach oben und meine Hand traf auf die von Hajo und gemeinsam kraulten wir die schöne junge Stute.Wolfgang sagte hinter mir:” Mach dich schön meine Prachtfotze”Ich drückte meinen Rücken durch so gut ich konnte, Gabi ging neben mir auf die Knie und wir sahen uns an und es war als wenn wir uns schon lange kannten. Wir leckten gemeinsam an Hajos Blaue Eichel und nahmen sie so in unsere Münder das sich unsere Zungen berührten.Es war nicht das erstmal für mich eine Frau zu küssen, in meiner Jugend war mal was mit Heidi aus der Nachbarschaft aber das ist lange her.Ich erlebte bei diesem Schwanz geile Gefühle die mit nichts zu vergleichen waren.Ich hörte wie Hajo sagte:” Ich hab es dir gesagt Sohn die beiden Nutten sind zwei Fickgöttinnen und nun gehören sie uns”.Wolfgang hielt meine Titten fest und ritt mich förmlich dabei versuchte ich ihm meinen Arsch noch weiter entgegen zu strecken.Gabi schaute mich an und fragte:” Bist du seine Ma?”Ich schaute sie an und nickte nur.„Das ist wunderbar Isabella –genieß ihn solange du möchtest, er braucht das so sehr.”„ Gabi begrüß deine neue Freundin” sagte Hajo und Gabi begab sich auf allen vieren hinter mich und begann nach dem sie ihrem Mann kurz den schleimverschmierten Schwanz abgeleckt hatte, meinen Arsch zu lecken.Eine Frau macht das anders, sie zog mir meine backen auseinander und leckte mit einer Zärtlichkeit über meine Rosette die mich er schaudern lies, es war unglaublich, ich fing an aus zulaufen.Wolfgang und Hajo gingen weg und ich kniete in unserm Hausflur und an meinem Arsch leckte eine junge Frau die meine Tochter sein könnte.Gabi legte sich auf den rücken und ohne nachzudenken legte ich mich über sie, ihre Fotze duftete so fremd und gleichzeitig so verlockend das ich anfing an ihren schon sehr feuchten Lippen zu lecken und zu saugen, was sie mit stöhnen und knabbern an meinen schon stark geschwollenen Fotzenlippen beantwortete.Hajo rief:”Kommt her ihr heißen Stuten, kommt her”Nur ungern hörten wir auf uns gegenseitig aufzufressen ich spürte es auch bei Gabi deutlich.Wir standen auf schauten uns an und küssten uns als wenn es das normalste von der Welt wäre.Gabi sagte:”Isabella es ist sehr schön mit dir, ich wünsche mir mehr davonund egal was du heute noch erfährst ich möchte dir sagen das ich dich unwiderstehlich erotisch finde”Ich schaute sie an und küsste sie so wie mir gerade war, sie erwiderte mein Zungenspiel und wir knutschten uns wobei sich unsere Säfte vermischten was mich mir ein unheimlich ordinäres Gefühl bescherte.Als wir ins Wohnzimmer kamen war Hajo am telefonieren und ich hörte wie er sagte:” ja Jan es ist soweit……… ja heute, ja ich weiß das du unterwegs bist. ………. nein es ist alles soweit okay………ja auch das…… so du glaubst also nicht das wir das geschafft haben, na dann fahr doch einfach escort bursa nach hause.„Ja Jan jetzt…………ja wir sind alle da”Er hielt mir das Handy hin „Er will mit dir sprechen”Ja Jan”„Liebes wie geht es dir?”„Sehr gut”„Du du weist alles?!”„Ja Jan ich weiß alles und mach dir bitte keine Gedanken es ist alles in Ordnung”„Wir können noch zurück Liebes”In Gedanken sagte ich; nein mein Lieber, ich nicht mehr!„Jan willst du es nicht auch!?”„Oh mein Gott Liebes, ich Träume schon so lange davon ich möchte es so sehr, nur hätte ich nie etwas gesagt”„Ich weiß es jetzt Jan, komm nach hause wir haben Gäste lass uns nicht so lange warten”„Ich Liebe dich mein Engel”„Ich Liebe dich auch.”Hajo sah mich an als ich aufgelegt hatte und fragte:”Ist alles in Ordnung Isabella”Ich ging vor ihm auf die Knie und nahm seinen erschlafften Schwanz in die Hand kraulte seine Hoden und küsste seine leicht anschwellende Eichel und schaute ihn an.Er schaute zu mir herunter und sagte:” Du wirst es nicht bereuen du prachtvolle Stute das verspreche ich dir.”Ich stand auf und küsste ihn geil und unsagbar willig, er griff mir dabei meine Arschbacken durch weil er wusste das ich das besonders brauche.Mich von ihm lösend sagte ich zu Gabi:”hilfst du mir das Essen zu machen”Wir gingen in die Küche und fingen an für unsere Männer zu kochen.Sie erzählte mir wie alles Hajo angefangen hatte und das sie ihn ähnlich Liebte wie Ihren Mann, was ich gut verstehen konnte.„Weist du Isabella, ich versuche seit über 2 Jahren schwanger zu werden, aber auch bei Hajo klappt es nicht und nun dachten wir das es mit Jan klappen könnte”„Gabi du bist weder von Wolfgang noch von Hajo Schwanger geworden, Jan ist noch ein wenig älter als die beiden Kleines.”„Und davon mal ganz abgesehen gefällt er dir denn so das du mit ihm treiben willst?!”„Er gefällt mir schon sehr gut und ich habe schon immer ältere Männer gehabt”„Wolfgang ist der erste Mann der in meinem Alter ist”Ich ging auf sie zu und schaute sie an.„Ach Isabella Bitte sei nicht Eifersüchtig wegen mir, ich weiß das er ganz scharf auf mich ist”„Gabi Kleines, ich bin nicht Eifersüchtig und wenn du es willst dann versuch es mit ihm”„Wolfgang ist ja auch ganz verliebt in dich Isabella und ich mag dich auch sehr wie du schon gespürt hast”.Dabei griff sie mir an meine Fotze dieses kleine geile Luder.Wir fingen sofort wieder an zu knutschen und unsere Leiber aneinander zu reiben.Es war einfach nur gut und ich fragte mich was ich die ganzen Jahre über verpasst hatte als Treue und Brave Ehefrau.In der Tür zur Küche stehend sagte Hajo „Wolfgang schau dir doch mal diese zwei Schönen Fick-Stuten an”Wir ließen und nicht stören und knutschten weiter denn für uns beide klar zu spüren das es uns nur um so geiler machte wenn wir Zuschauer hatten.Als Hajo nach Gabi greifen wollte sahen wir ihn an und Ich sagte:”stört uns jetzt nicht wieder wir machen jetzt Essen”.Gabi grinste auch ganz frech:”Genau wir machen jetzt Essen und dann sehen wir weiter”:Wolfgang sah mich wieder mit seinen Liebesgier Blick (so empfinde ich es) an aber ich scheuchte die Zwei aus der Küche.und schloss die Tür.Die beiden Lachten und verschwanden.Wir machten kleine Snacks und kochten Eier wobei wir beide uns dabei immer wieder berührten und küssten.Ich hörte wie Jan kam und dann flatterte mir etwas die Knie, aber er kam nicht gleich in die Küche.Gabi schaute mich an und meinte:”Soll ich rausgehen?”„Nein Kleines bleib hier und hilf mir wenn er reinkommt”Sie schaute mich fragend an.„Begrüß ihn einfach wie du es bestimmt von Hajo gelernt hast”„Oder macht es dir was aus das bei ihm zu tun?”Sie schaute mich an und ihr Gesicht leuchtete förmlich als sie sagte:” Nein es macht mir gar nichts aus Isabella, ich finde es sehr schön von dir das du mich darum bittest und es macht mich ganz geil deinen Mann zu begrüßen wenn du dabei bist”Ich war erregt und gespannt zugleich was passieren würde wenn Jan in die Küche kommen würde.Er lies auch nicht lange auf sich warten, nachdem die drei sich kurz unterhalten hatten ging die Küchentür auf und Mein Mann stand da sah mich an.Sein „Liebes” stand in hohen Schuhen und mit Strapsen bekleidet in der Küche, wie eine ordinäre Nutte musste ich für ihn aussehen und ich fühlte mich auch noch sehr wohl unter seinen Blicken.Er stand da schaute mich an und dann sah er Gabi in ähnlicher Bekleidung und seine Blicke wanderten zwischen unseren Aufreizenden vulgären Körpern hin und her.Ich ging auf ihn zu:”Guten Abend Schatz”„Guten Abend Liebes”Wir küssten uns und spürten dabei unsere gegenseitige Erregung, eine Geilheit die es bisher in unserer Ehe nie gab..Gabi ging vor uns auf die Knie und öffnete Jan‘s Hose und holte seinen schon steifen Schwanz heraus.Jan zitterte vor Erregung:”Liebes”, kam über seine Lippen” Ich küsste ihn und drückte seine Hände an meinen Arschbacken und der Bann war gebrochen.Während mein Mann und ich uns „Begrüßten”, wichste Gabi seinen Schwanz hart und fing an Jan so zu Blasen und zu lutschen so das er in meinen Mund Stöhnte.„Tut es gut mein Schatz”fragte ich ihn.Er schaute mich nur an und sagte.” AAAAHHH Liebes es ist so herrlich Liebes, es ist so ahhhh gut”„Du wolltest eine Ehesau haben oder”Bei diesen Worten stöhnte er nur:”JJAAAAA du geliebte Fotze”Ich schaute nach unten zu Gabi ,sie sah mich an während sie Jan kräftig wichste.„Begrüß meinen Mann gut Kleines, hörst du?!”Sie nickte nur um sich seinen Schwanz wieder in den Mund zu stecken.Jan war nur noch geil, so hatte ich meinen Mann in unserer ganzen Ehe nicht erlebt, ich hatte das Gefühl das diese kleine Fotze ihn förmlich aussaugte.Und es gefiel mir was ich sah.Wolfgang kam herein und ich war froh das Hajo ihn vorgelassen hatte und sich im Hintergrund hielt.Jan saß schon auf dem Stuhl und die kleine Fotze Gaby hatte sich den Schwanz meines Mannes, der mir größer und härter erschien als wenn er mit mir fickte, in ihre herrlich enge Fotze geschoben ich schaue Ihn an und wußte nur zu gut das Er gegen dieses junge geile Ding keine Chance haben würde, sie würde Ihn unsagbar geil machen und sich ohne zu zögern seinen fruchtbaren Saft in die Fotze spritzen lassen.Er nahm Ihre prallen Euter und saugte bei dem wilden Ritt an ihren prachtvollen festen Titten und ließ sich von der Jungstute reiten.Wolfgang kam auf mich zu und ich küsste ihn ganz offen und nahm seinen Schwanz und wichste ihn kräftig durch, was Wolfgang zum stöhnen brachte.Jan bekam alles genau mit und stöhne:” Du Sau, du Nutte, Hajo hatte recht du bist eine reife Prachsau”Ich ging auf die Knie und nahm Wolfgangs Schwanz so in die Hand das es Jan sehen konnte und küsste voller Inbrunst und mit tiefer Geilheit seine Eichel.Ihn anschauend sagte Hajo zu Jan:„Schau nur wie deine Frau ihren Ficksohn bedient”Ich nahm Wolfgangs Schwanz so tief ich konnte in meine Mundfotze und schmatze ihn ab.Wolfgang fing an zu stöhnen „Ohhh Ma was bist für eine herrlich liebe Sau, ahhh bist du gut, ja lutsch an der Eichel ahh jaaa “Das war für Jan anscheint zu viel, er fing an zu zucken und an seinem Gesicht erkannte ich das es ihm kam, jeder Tropfen aus seinen Eiern machte sich auf dem Weg in das Innerste von Gabi, deren Unterleib sicher jede Samenzelle von Jan gierig aufsog.„Gabi Kleines, komm lass den Vater deines Kindes nicht so schnell aus deinem nassen Loch lass dein Fötzchen gierig an seinem Schwanz saugen”Jan schaute mich mit aufgerissenen Augen an mit tiefen Röhren fing er an in Gabis Fotze zu stoßen und zu spritzen.Die kleine Fotze nahm alles auf, kein Tropfen ging daneben, es hatte den Anschein als wollte Ihre Fruchtbare empfängnisbereite Fotze keinen Tropfen je wieder heraus lassen. Jan stöhnte während ich Wolfgangs Schwanz lutschte und ihn dabei anschaute.Gabi hielt Jans Schwanz fest und leckte an seinen Eier bis zu seinem Arsch hinunter, Hajo hatte sie gut Erzogen.Jan sah mir zu wie ich Wolfgangs Eier kraulte und knetete und mein „Junge, Wolfgang ” sah seine Frau auf dem Schwanz meines Mannes reiten und fing an zu bocken und zu stöhnen:”Ich fick dich bist du Tod bist Ma OHHH AHHH du Futt du. AAAAAAHHHHRRR” Meinen Mund noch enger für ihn machend fing ich an ihn tief mit meiner Mundfotze zu ficken und dann kam er mit langen Schüben in mir.Ich war nur noch Fotze, keine Ehefrau, nein, ich war nur die Fotze meines „Sohnes”.Stöhnend und grunzend hielt er meinen Kopf fest, bocke sich in mir aus was mir so gut tat das ich wieder anfing aus zulaufen.Seinen Schwanz in die Hand nehmend rieb ich mir seinen restlichen Saft über meine Lippen und küsste ihn voller Inbrunst, schmatzte ihn ab bis er sich mir entzog.Hajo stand in der Küchentür und rieb seinen zu bersten an gespannten Schwanz, ich wusste was ich als gute Gastgeberin zu tun hatte und kniete mich auf einen Stuhl so das ich mich mit meinem Oberkörper direkt vor meinem Mann auf dem Tisch lag.Hajo kam hinter mich und ich nahm eine Hand zog meinen Arschbacken auf und im selben Moment spürte ich seinen glühenden Schwanz in meiner klatsch nassen Fotze.Er nahm mich an meinen Backen und fing an sich in mir aus zu ficken und jedem Stoß drückte ich mich entgegen so das er es besonders gut in mir hatte.Jan saß auf dem Stuhl immer noch Gabi auf seinem Schwanz sitzend vor meinem Gesicht und fing an mich zu Küssen und zu Knutschen, er konnte jeden Fickstoss von Hajo spüren.Hajo sagte:”Na Jan was ist nun mit deiner „Braven Ehefrau”?!, Ich stöhnte auf, denn während er sprach fickte er mich noch eine Spur härterJan griff nach meinen Titten und hielt mich daran fest und sagte:” Fick das Sauluder richtig ab, ich hab das immer so gewollt und jetzt ist alles so wie es sein sollte.”Und jetzt geb der geilen Ehesau was sie verdient hat, noch bevor ich reagieren konnte zog Jan eine Tüte aus der Schublade unterm Tisch und zog sie mir über den Kopf, das war nicht zu vergleichen mit der Badekappe von Hajo vorhin , nein ich kannte Jan , er würde die Tüte bis zum allerletzten Moment festhalten, zugleich spürte ich das die Stöße von Hajo immer härter wurden und so dauerte es nicht mehr lange bis ich durch das bagging und die harten a****lischen Stöße von Hajo einen meiner heftigsten Orgasmen erlebte.Kurz darauf zog Jan mir wirklich im letzten Moment die Tüte vom Kopf und Hajo seinen Schwanz aus mir raus grob und roh zog Hajo mich an den Haaren herum und hielt mich fest, um mir seinen harten streifen Fickprügel in meine Fickfotze zu schiebenIch nahm ihn sofort in den Mund und er fickte mich unvermittelt weiter.„Ja , Liebes” saug ihn leer, trink ihn aus, mach ihm schön die Fotze, zeig ihm wie schön es ist dich zu ficken „Liebes”. Ich machte meinen Mund eng und unterstütze Hajos Fickbewegungen, Jan sah es und sagte:” „So ist es gut meine Fotze, ja mach dich schön für ihn , ja mach mich stolz. Fick Liebes”Hajo kam mit einem Röhren das im ganzen Haus zu hören sein musste und spritzte mich fickend in den Mund.„Was bist du für eine herrlich Ficke ahhhh herrlich du Pracht-Stück AAAAHHHHH ja schluck du Stück du jaa schluuuuck”Er nahm seinen Schwanz und schlug ihn mir ins Gesicht gegen meine Lippen schob ihn mir immer wieder hinein bis er befriedigt war.Völlig ko hing ich auf dem StuhlJan küsste mich und fragte:” Gehte es dir gut?!Ich sah meinen Mann an und er strahlte mich an.„Ja, ich bin zwar völlig fertig aber es geht mir gut wie selten”Hajo war im Badezimmer verschwunden und als wir ins Wohnzimmer kamen saßen Gabi und Wolfgang auf Knutschend auf einem Sessel.Wir schauten uns alle an und mussten Lachen.Jan meinte:”Hat irgendwer mit irgendwas ein Problem dann sollte er es jetzt sagen…”„Oder für immer schweigen” unterbrach ihn Gabi lachend und setzte sich dabei auf seinen Schoss.Wir schauten einander an und dabei war zu spüren das wirklich alle entspannt waren und gut mit den Konstellationen die sich so gebildet hatten zurecht kamen.”Vater” und “Tochter” und “Mutter” und “Sohn” waren sich einig und das war gut so.Ich ging zu Wolfgang küsste ihn und sagte “Wir haben wohl alle etwas ruhe nötig, Gabi und ich werden uns jetzt etwas frisch machen und dann werden wir Frauen wirklich das Abendessen weiter vorbereiten, wenn ihr damit einverstanden seid”.Hajo kam gerade aus dem Bad lies sich in den Sessel fallen und meinte:”Für mich bitte nichts zu Essen ich hab in einer Stunde noch ein Geschäftstreffen .”Gabi mitziehend ging ich die Treppe nach oben und so liesen wir die Männer alleine.Im Bad alleine mit Gabi, schaute ich Sie fragend an ohne ein Wort zu sagen… Gabi grinste und meinte , ich bin sicher das Jan einen Treffer gelandet hat und streichelte sich den Bauch.P.S. 2 Wochen später bleiben die Tage bei Gabi aus, und 6 Wochen darauf gab es auch die Bestätigu

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This is the nineteenth episode of my unreliable memoirs. Each episode can be read individually but it helps a bit with names to have read the previous ones.

I hope you have enjoyed it so far.

M4bloke

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The week before Christmas was hectic and by the time we’d recovered from the fall out of the swinging weekend in Munich it was almost Christmas Eve.

I’d missed the Durolitum Christmas party the week before but we had managed to go out for dinner with Lynne, my assistant and her partner Siobhan for a meal. It was the first time we’d met Siobhan and it was reassuring that Lynne was comfortable enough to share that part of her life with us now.

Christmas day was on a Saturday that year and Lesley and I both worked on Christmas Eve until lunchtime. Then I visited a clinic recommended by Daniel and had the stitches above my eye removed.

On Christmas Eve we went to a carol concert with the judges, Michael and Claire Taylor. Lesley was captivated by the concert and joined in with all the carols and the joy in her face was obvious to everyone. Afterwards we went back to the Taylor’s house and Lesley and Michael did their thing cooking supper together while Claire and I chatted in the lounge. Claire asked what had happened to my face and I told her honestly as I could.

As we sat and ate, Lesley then told them about our plans to buy a house in Wimbledon and how we were going to Provence on Sunday to look for a place there too. Michael told us about his plans to take their vintage Bentley back to Le Mans in June and he asked Lesley if she’d like to be his co-driver. Lesley was so happy to be asked and I must admit I was a bit jealous but then Michael asked if perhaps I could bring Claire along in the Porsche, so at least I got to go.

Lesley and Michael were like a double act, nobody else got a word in that evening. Lesley saw in Michael the father she’d never had and Michael was only too happy to fill that role. The Taylors has lost their own daughter to a drugs overdose a few years before and since she’d moved to London they’d treated Lesley as family. They’d known that she was ‘unconventional’ since they’d first met us at Carole’s in Provence but they never held it against her or tried to change her.

When it was time to go to bed Lesley stayed up to talk to Michael alone. When she finally came to bed she tiptoed in as quietly as she could, then slipped under the covers.

“Everything ok?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said. “Michael just wanted to know that I was alright.”

“What did you tell him?”

“I told him that becoming Mrs Carter was the best thing that had ever happened to me.”

“I Love you,” I told her.

“I Love you too.”

******************

On Christmas day we had breakfast with Michael and Claire before we left for my parents. I felt sorry for them. Christmas must have been a difficult time since the death of their daughter. Lesley shed a tear when it was time to go and hugged Michael hard which in turn made Michael a bit teary. She promised we’d come and see them again before I went back to Uni.

The refined tranquility of Michael and Claire’s house was in contrast to the chaos of my mum and dad’s on Christmas day. This was mainly due to my sister Jackie’s two kids who were running riot with their new toys in the living room.

Jackie couldn’t stop laughing when she saw I’d been in another fight. My mum, on the other hand was less than impressed. Lesley told them she was proud of what I’d done, although what she told them I’d done was a very selective version of what had actually happened.

At mid-day we all went to the pub. It was a Christmas tradition. Mum showed off her new daughter-in-law to her friends while Dad had more than a few pints with the lads and was quietly sozzled by the time it came to leave.

As usual the girls did all the talking over dinner and afterwards we sat in our chairs like beached whales as we tried to digest the mountain of food we’d just eaten. We watched the Queen’s speech, the Morecambe and Wise Christmas show and goodness knows what else on television, then at nine in the evening it was time to leave. We got into the Land Rover and drove back to the apartment.

“I warn you,” Lesley joked as we got into bed, “If you try to have sex with me tonight, I may physically burst.”

“Ok. Would you like to open your present instead?” I asked.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

I gave her the small jewellery box that the jewellers on Bond Street had wrapped for me and she opened it. Inside was a pair of diamond earrings in a platinum setting.

“Oh Steven, they’re beautiful. Thank you.”

“I’ll admit I had some help from Kate,” I said.

Lesley giggled then handed me a large package.

“I had some help from Daniel too,” she said.

I tore open the wrapping paper and inside was a beautiful black Lewis leather motorcycle jacket.

“Daniel said they’re the best.”

“He’s right.”

“I had to have it made to illegal bahis order but I wasn’t sure of your size. Then Daniel told me that his tailor had your exact measurements so I got them to talk to the tailor and hey presto.”

I tried it on and it fitted perfectly.

“You know,” said Lesley. “If you don’t lie on my stomach while you fuck me, then I probably won’t burst.”

“Let’s find out.”

******************

We didn’t see Daniel and Kate that Christmas as Daniel had decided to take Kate on a romantic holiday to Cape Town and the wine making region of South Africa. Although it was a shame not to see them over the festive period, to be honest, we saw so much of each other these days it was probably good to have a break.

On Boxing Day we caught a flight to Marseilles. When we arrived it was colder than we’d thought it would be, not at all like the heat of the summer we remembered. We picked up our VW car and headed north on the AutoRoute.

Although we were going to be staying with Carole and Fabien in Aix mostly, we’d flown out a day early to see Ruth and David first. If it hadn’t have been for Ruth and David then Lesley and I wouldn’t have met. So we had a lot to thank them for, but it was going to be an odd time for Lesley. For almost five years, with Ruth’s approval, she’d been David’s mistress. Lesley had taken a job in Nottingham to be near to him and he’d set her up in an apartment and visited a couple of times a week. She’d stuck by him even when they’d found out he had throat cancer and had lost his tongue.

Then I’d come along! Within the space of a summer Lesley and I had met, got engaged, got married and Lesley had moved down to London. Fortunately David knew it was the right thing for Lesley and he and Ruth had encouraged our relationship, even to the point of giving me a job in the summer so that I could be close to her. David had even gifted Lesley the apartment. Now, just a few months later, Lesley had come to tell them she was selling it.

Ruth and David had bought a farmhouse in a place called Roussilon, in northern Provence and were having it renovated. The house needed a complete rebuild and so they’d rented a property close by in order to oversee the work. We had a bit of trouble finding the place and when we arrived it was getting dark. Lesley was excited to be seeing Ruth and David again but a little nervous. She needn’t have been, they were both waiting to greet us and it all got a bit emotional.

Both of them looked healthy. The last time we’d seen David was at Carole’s wedding and he’d looked exhausted but now he looked relaxed and tanned. Ruth looked like she’d lost a couple of pounds too and also had a healthy tan. It seemed that life in Provence suited them both.

Although Lesley and Ruth had spoken several times on the phone over the past few months, Ruth still wanted hear everything from her in person. Over dinner Lesley told them all about her life in London then Ruth told us about the past few months in France. Apparently the new house was coming on well and David, who was a sci-fi author, had even started work on his next book.

“But we wanted to come here and tell you something,” said Lesley solemnly.

“Is it that you’re going to sell the apartment?” Ruth replied.

“Yes, how did you know?” said Lesley. “Do you mind?”

“Of course not. We expected it. Your life is in London, you need a place there.”

“Actually that’s partly right. We want to buy a place in Wimbledon but to be honest Steven has already made enough commission to do that. What we’d like to do with the money from the apartment is buy a place near Aix.”

“You mean near Carole and Fabien?”

“Yes, but not only them, we’ve made some other friends there. And it’s only forty five minutes from you.”

“We think it’s an excellent idea darling.”

“Thank you,” said Lesley, relieved. “We’ve got viewings lined up while we’re here, so fingers crossed.”

“We’ve also got something we’d like to ask you.” Ruth added. “We want to sell the house in Lincoln and buy somewhere more manageable in Kent. We love Lincoln but it’s too difficult to get to from here. I know you wanted to have your wedding blessing there but would you consider having it here in France instead?”

Lesley thought for a moment.

“You know, I really did want a white wedding but I decided that being married to Steven was more important,” Lesley said holding my hand. “I love being Mrs Carter and I don’t think I really need another ceremony to prove it. So why don’t we have a party instead. Then we can celebrate your new house, us being married and Steven graduating.”

“That’s a wonderful idea Lesley. We’ll do that.”

After dinner we sat in the living room and chatted in front of a big old fire. Time passed and it got to that awkward point in the evening where we were going to need to make a decision about who was sleeping with whom. We hadn’t had sex with Ruth and David for months and, given our history, neither pair was sure if the other pair wanted illegal bahis siteleri to. It fell to Lesley to break the deadlock.

“Steven,” said Lesley but addressing everyone. “We’ve not talked about it, but would you mind if I slept with David tonight?”

“Of course I don’t,” I replied.

“Then that’s settled,” she said. “We’ll say our goodnights then and see you in the morning.”

Lesley gave me a kiss and whispered ‘thank you’ in my ear, then got up and led David by the hand out of the living room.

When they were gone Ruth came over and sat next to me on the sofa.

“She’s so much more confident now, isn’t she,” Ruth said.

“You should see her with Kate and Daniel,” I said. “She bosses the two of them around now.”

“I don’t know,” Ruth feigned a sigh. “First she steals my husband then she steals my lover.”

“From what I’ve seen, I think you’ll always have a special place in Daniel’s affections. You know, you should come back to London more often.”

“That’s why we want to move house. To make it easier,” Ruth replied. “We haven’t been back since the summer. I know I said I’d come and visit you. I’m sorry.”

“I’d been looking forward to showing you my digs at Uni.” I said, putting my arms around her and drawing her closer.

“I’d been looking forward to it too,” she said with a slight tinge of sadness. “Next term definitely.”

“So have you met anyone since you’ve been out here?” I asked.

“We have. We met an English couple through a contact magazine. They’re about the same age as us, a nice couple. They’ve introduced us to some of their friends too. It all tends to be foursomes, the occasional house party, that sort of thing. It’s nice to be playing more with David although I do miss the excitement of playing by myself and meeting younger guys.”

“Well definitely come and visit me next term then. Universities are full of younger guys, oddly enough.”

Ruth put her hand on my leg and we kissed tenderly. I couldn’t help but reach across and feel her breasts through the tight jumper she was wearing. She let me massage them for a while then lifted the jumper off over her head to reveal a delicate lace bra underneath.

“Now these represent one of the few areas where I can still compete with Lesley,” Ruth joked.

Reaching behind her she unhooked her bra and, cupping her breasts, offered them to me.

“Go on,” she said. “Suck on them.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice and sank my head down onto her, sucking hard on her nipples and chewing them gently at the same time. Ruth lay back on the sofa and let me have my fill. Parting her legs, I used my thumb to massage her pussy through the material of her jeans, while I gripped her arse with my fingers. Ruth sighed and pushed herself against me.

I could have played with Ruth’s breasts all night but I guess you can have too much of a good thing. Ruth also had other ideas and when I came up for air she got up from the sofa and knelt in front of me. Unbuttoning my fly she pulled my trousers down then held my cock in her hand and licked the head with her tongue. When I was hard she let her tongue trail down my shaft and onto my balls.

Ruth kissed and licked my balls then wrapped her thumb and forefinger around my scrotum and gently squeezed until my testicles stood proud, stretched against their sack. She opened her mouth wide and then took both into her mouth. It was and odd sensation and I could feel her licking and sucking them while she continued to wank my shaft with her free hand. When she released them, Ruth’s tongue moved down lower and, pushing my knees up, she began to rim my arse. The sensation of her tongue pushing into my anus was exquisite.

“I’m going to cum if you’re not careful,” I told her.

“That’s exactly what I want you to do,” she said, removing her tongue from my arse and replacing it with a wetted finger.

Ruth pushed her forefinger gently into my anus. I felt her slip it inside me up to the knuckle then she started to massage my prostate.

“When you fuck me,” she said, “I don’t want you worrying about whether you’re going to cum too early. So lie back and let me bring you off. Then, when you’re ready, I want you to fuck me as hard as you can for as long you can.”

I relaxed, closed my eyes and let Ruth get on with it. With her finger in my arse, her mouth was now free to take my cock again and so she got to work on me, fucking me with her lips while stroking my shaft with her free hand.

When I came, it was more of a release than an explosion. I didn’t give Ruth any indication it was coming and she spluttered a bit when I emptied myself into her mouth

“I suppose you thought that was funny,” she said when she’d swallowed it all.

“You did tell me to lie back and let you bring me off,” I reminded her.

Ruth giggled girlishly.

“Now, why don’t you take the rest of your clothes off and show me where the bedroom is,” I suggested.

Ruth stripped off to reveal a trim body and an all canlı bahis siteleri over tan.

“Someone’s been looking after themselves,” I told her.

“Yes,” she said, pleased that I’d noticed. “It’s so much easier to stay healthy out here.”

She led me to the bedroom and we made out while I waited for my erection to return. Ruth was keen however, stroking my balls as we lay on the bed, hoping to speed up the process. When signs of life returned she wasted no time in going down on me, not stopping until she’d made sure I was hard for her.

What followed was half an hour of very physical fucking. We did it in all of the usual positions but Ruth was after quantity rather than quality. I guess the problem with fucking men her age was that few had the physical stamina of a younger man. While they may well have had other qualities that were just as important, what Ruth needed tonight was to be fucked within an inch of her life. So that’s what she got.

To start off with she wanted to do all the work and so she climbed on top and fucked me cowboy style. After she’d brought herself off she let me take over and by the time we’d finished she was like a rag doll, barely able to support her own weight. I pounded away at her mercilessly but despite this Ruth had kept imploring me not to stop. At one point, towards the end, I had her pressed up against the bedroom wall, pounding her from behind. She was so spent however that it was only friction that kept her from sliding down the wall into a heap on the floor. Eventually I came in her as she lay on her tummy.

I let myself go soft before pulling out then lay on the bed beside her. Ruth lay motionless with her face buried in the sheets. I’m not sure if she was recovering or savouring the moment but I couldn’t help but laugh when eventually she turned around. Her hair was matted with sweat and her makeup, normally so perfect, had run. I wished I’d had my camera with me. When I told her what had happened she had to get up and sort it out immediately, disappearing into the bathroom and not re-emerging for a good five minutes.

“Now that’s one area I can’t compete with Lesley on,” she said when she returned. “Flawless skin. Don’t get old if you can help it. It’s no fun,” Ruth joked.

She lay on the bed and cuddled up to me.

“Thank you for that,” she said. “It was just what I needed. And thank you for coming to visit us. It means a lot, to both David and me.”

“You’re very welcome, you know we both wanted to come and see you.”

“We should never have held onto Lesley as long as we did. David and I both know that it was wrong but in a way it worked out for the best. We’re so proud of the two of you now.”

“I think it’s all worked out pretty well.”

******************

In the morning Ruth and David took us to see their new house. It was still very much a building site but the exterior of the house and its outbuildings had now been finished. Over the winter months the builders would now focus on the interiors, which were just bare shells at the moment. Work hadn’t even begun on the outside pool yet or the landscaping so it was going to be a while before the project would be finished but apparently things were pretty much going to plan.

We stopped for lunch with Ruth and David then said our goodbyes telling them that we’d see them again soon, but not quite knowing when that would be. Lesley got a bit emotional as we parted and unusually so did Ruth. Lesley was very quiet in the car as we drove south.

“Penny for your thoughts?” I asked.

“Can you pull over?” Lesley asked.

I pulled over and turned the engine off then Lesley reached over and hugged me tightly. When she finally let go I could see that there were tears in her eyes.

“What’s the matter?” I said.

“Nothing’s the matter,” she said. “I was just thinking what my life would have been like if I hadn’t met you.”

“I’d have found you somehow,” I said.

“I hope so.”

“Are you ready to carry on?” I asked.

“Yes,” she replied giving me a kiss.

It was late afternoon when we got to Carole and Fabien’s house. They were pleased to see us but nowhere near as pleased as Donald and Mickey, their two Rhodesian Ridgebacks. Donald was beside himself and ran between Lesley and me wanting attention from both of us, while Mickey wagged his tail ferociously and let us take turns stroking him.

Only when the two dogs had calmed down could we get anywhere near our hosts. I gave Carole a big hug first then we kissed. She sighed into my mouth as we did and it felt like she’d melted into my arms. Carole had done that thing where she’d tried to look casual in tight fitting jeans and jumper but had in fact spent ages making sure she looked just right.

“You look gorgeous,” I said to her, grabbing her bottom at the same time, which caused her to squeal excitedly.

“You look like you’ve been in a fight,” she said with mock disapproval. “Tell me all about it.”

“I’ll leave that to the story teller among us,” I said looking at Lesley. “But we should wait until dinner because it’s a cracker of a tale and you’re going to want to hear this.”

Carole turned to Lesley, who had now also finished kissing Fabien. The two girls hugged and kissed.

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Her soft sing song voice caressed its way through the hot moist air, a timid laugh. John loved that soft voice and, in more ways, than one. For now, he would occasionally allow his eyes to drop down to her small ass that bounced up and down when she jumped. His sister was wearing her fantastically tight bikini that, while covering everything, showed a whole lot. She was in the middle of a tense all female volleyball game, and John was cheering his younger sister on. He noticed the way that her bikini bottoms would get waged up between her butt cheeks constantly making her reach down to pull it out. The crowd around him jumped up screaming with cheer and joy as their team scored the winning point. John jumped up with the crowd, hooting and hollering, when his sister turned around. John smiled when he saw the sun brush against her face, a large pearly white smile across it making large dimples. John noticed how her long sandy curly hair wrapped around her, tapping against her right breast, right where John imagined her nipple would be. John had thought about his sisters’ nipples and breast quite a bit, what he would do to them, how they would taste against his tongue and finger tips. John knew that most men would think about her breasts, they were large and always seemed to be just barely budding out of any cloths she wore. John lifted his eyes from her breasts and back to her face, he admired her shocking ocean blue eyes. His sister stride through the yellow sand until she was standing right in front of him, lifting her chest with each large breath.

“Amy, you were fucking amazing out there.” His voice was proud as it tried to beat out the loud and ear pounding conversations all around them.

“Thanks, John, I did try my hardest but that bitch across form me was so good.” She shook her long sandy hair from side to side. Then she smiled up at him, her cheeks popping out making her the most adorable thing he has ever seen.

“Let’s go back to the hotel,” she gently shifted her head giving it a light tilt to the side.

“Why would we go back to the hotel, we are on the last days of summer break. Let’s go party.” Her voice slowly grew in excitement as she spoke until it was an intense screaming. She then grabbed his hand with a firm grip and pulled him reluctantly over their group of friends.

John was really hoping to head back to the hotel with her, maybe to try and see her illegal bahis naked but more likely just to watch TV fantasizing about her in the shower. Soon, John found himself in a car with the group of friends and Amy. Finally, the car slowed to a stop, the slow burn of the sun pushing through the window and into his face. As he watched, the sun slowly started to drop down and behind the ocean skyline, leaving behind an orange and red bright sky. John looked at Amy,

“where are we?” she smiled back at him, we are here to drink and party, relax.

The group entered the abandoned building and made their way to the back. Then the cans and bottles of alcohol came out and the group started to drink. After a few drinks, the group was huddle in a circle. One of the girls, that had a lot to drink, started to flash everybody her tits. John noticed as the night progressed that the guys had growing bulges in their pants as the women grew looser with there modesty. Finally, somebody, John didn’t notice who, suggest that they play Truth or Dare. Then the group was playing the game, the rules were simple once two people had asked for truth then the next person must ask for a dare.

The game progressed as might be imagined with a few drunk Horney guys and girls. At first everybody was saying truth, until the third person had to say dare. Then everybody said dare and things got graphic, mostly girls flashing the group there great breasts, butts, and giving blow jobs. It got to Amy, the first time she said truth. A red-haired young man, whose name John couldn’t remember, asked her with a ruthless grin,

“Have you had sex?” she returned his grin with one of her own.

“No,” before she could continue he interrupted her.

“That includes everything, like: anal, blowjob, fingering, eating out, anything.” Her grin grew bigger when she replied, and John’s pants grew stiff.

“Well, no to all of that except the fingering. I can tell you that no guy has penetrated me with his finger, but I have.” John smiled at her reply just when she looked over at him. John changed the smile quickly, but Amy stared at him, her eyes questioning. Then it was his turn, he said dare hoping it was involving his sister, but it was that he had to flash the group his dick. John did just that, watching Amy’s expression but he didn’t see any signs of great surprise on her face, just amusement and the small red illegal bahis siteleri blush on her cheeks. Then it seemed to be her turn again, she put her finger, probably the one that she masturbates with thought John, to her red lips.

“I think this time, I am going to say dare.” Then a thin light voice said,

“kiss your brother on the lips.” John felt a hot blush push through his face as she looked over at him. She stood, her large breasts giving a slight bounce, walking over to him with a knowing smile across her face. She spread her large thighs sitingsittinghn’s lap, John knew she had to feel his boner through his swim suit as she sat on it. She leaned forward, her lips touching his ear, her hot moist breast grinding across his ear.

“I feel you under me, you probably should save it. You might need to use it later tonight.” Then she leaned back and touched her nose to his. Slightly tilting her head, she moved her lips to his spreading her lips and slipping her tongue out a little. John met her mouth, his tongue pushed against her as their lips closed together. He tried to push his tongue further into her hot moist mouth, her tongue started to push back and playfully blocked his tongue from entering further. Then she pulled away, at this point John heard the group of friends laughing and hollering. As she pulled away, her lips pulled on his lower lip. She turned around and waving her hips as she walked back to her seat. John watched one of her ass cheeks lift, followed by the other as she walked. The rest of the game passed by rather quickly, the entire time John stared at Amy’s breasts. John noticed that when Amy sat down, she had her legs spread and he could see the soft outline of his sister’s pussy. In a few rounds, everybody was about ready to be done. Most people in the group were making out and even having sex, John noticed that of the group was having an orgy. John caught Amy’s blue eye, she smiled and stood walking over to him. Leaning over and pushing out her chest so he could get a good view of her breasts asked,

“you ready to go out?” John just nodded his head in agreement, then he she grabbed his hand and pulled him out into the nice crisp air. John moved his hand to your ass cheek, gently squeezing. She gave a small chuckle as they walked to there car. John got into the passenger seat and was shocked when she pulled onto the beach, she looked at him resting canlı bahis siteleri her hand on his slowly harder growing cock. He leaned forward and kissed her again, feeling her tongue in his mouth. He opened the car door and met her on next to the water, she dropped to her knee’s and using her teeth and finger tips she pulled down his swimsuit allowing his cock to flop out, as it did it softly hit the top of her head sliding through her sandy hair. Once his swimsuit was pulled down, she then looked up at his dick and she gently nipped at it. John knelt next to her, he reached out and gently grabbed his sister breast, his thumb gently rubbing over her nipple. She smiled as he rubbed her nipple, leaning forward she kissed him while reaching down and grabbing his cock. She slowly rubbed his cock, with full, long, smooth strokes. John gently released her breast and moved his hand to her shoulder, pushing her down onto the cooling sand. He watched her pale breasts shift; her small pink nipples were slowly growing harder and ready to be sucked. So, John leaned forward and began to suck her nipple. His tongue circling her nipple and then closing his mouth around her nipple he sucked on her nipple feeling it pull between his teeth. She let out a loud moan as her legs spread further and wrapped around him. She then began to thrust her vagina against him, John felt how wet her pussy was and he felt the well groomed and trimmed hair that guard her pussy. John then pulled himself up against her and thrusted his cock into her vagina. He felt his dick enter a heaven, it was surrounded by her cum. She screamed out as he bit down on her nipple, he fingers dug into his back. Then, John felt his climax coming soon. He tried to delay the cum, but he couldn’t and he cummed deep inside his sister. He gave one last thrust as the cum pumped into his sister, her breasts bounced up with the thrust and the breasts came back down hitting him in the face. John watched his sister under him as he continued to thrust into her, he was finished but she was obviously still needed to cum so John kept thrusting. He leaned forward kissing her neck when he felt her hot cum flood onto his dick and out of her pussy. Her breath came out in waves and then she smiled up at him,

“We are going to have to do this again sometime.” John smiled back her,

“first we have to clean up, then we can fuck on the hotel bed and try something new and fun.”

The End

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I would like to tell you something that happened to me years ago. When I was 18 years old I started to realize how attracted I was to my sister she is 15 years older than me so she had that older woman thing going on plus she has a great body nice tits just right. She was married with two kids her oldest was just five years younger than me so I was always at her house hanging with my nephew but it gave me a chance to be close to her. I started by going through her panty drawer and looking through her panties then I would get bolder and act like I tripped and get a feel off her she was annoyed but did not say anything . She was very forgiving and I took advantage of it.

I would spend the night at her house every weekend her son would go to bed early and she would let me stay up as late as I wanted she wanted to be the best sister because are farther was so strict she let me do anything with in reason . So I would sneak out of the house and peak through her bedroom window I got some really good shots sometimes. The first time I saw her naked was the end for me I knew I had to fuck her I did not know when but I knew I had to have her.

There was other times when I saw her fucking her husband and I was in heaven. So like I said I got bolder there were times when I was watching the late movie and she would stay up late an watch it with me and make the mistake of falling asleep during the movie she would always be in her nightgown I did not have to worry about her husband when he falls asleep its for good until the next morning so I would work my way over to her laying on the couch put myself down by her legs so if something happened I could act like I was watching the movie. I would move the material illegal bahis of her nightgown so I could look up between her legs sometimes if she had her legs spread I could reach up there and feel her pussy ever so lightly I did not want to wake her because I did not want to have to explain myself but I did take unbelievable chances because the pussy was driving me nuts.

That when on for two more years until I turned 20 I was thinking I would get over this phase of my life by now and I think she was thinking the same thing she had to know I wanted to fuck her but like I said she was very forgiving and cared a lot for me but I just could not get her out of my mind. There was one day when I went to work and I got off early so I swung by my sisters house I was 20 and she was 35 her kids were in school and her husband was at work she asked me if she could fixed lunch for me so I said sure while she was fixing lunch I was standing there talking to her and just started noticing her body she had a little sundress on and her sexy tanned legs look so great I could not control myself I came up behind her and reached around her and felt her pussy and rubbed her tits she stopped what she was doing and turn around and told me to stop we could not do this I told her I was sorry but kept my hands on her and I told her I could not help myself that I really wanted her she told me she understood but it wasn’t right we could not do this. I told her we could do it right now nobody would know and I could make her feel really good and I told her how long I have wanted her I was just out of my skull with lust.

She said hold on and slow down and we could talked about this she walked over to the front door and locked it so nobody illegal bahis siteleri could just walk in. She went into the livingroom and told me come sit with her She told me that she knew how I felt years ago but was hoping I would get over it. But I have wanted to make love to you and cant get over it she stopped me right there and and said look I love you but lets be honest you don’t want to make love you want to fuck me lets call it what it is and I laugh and said that she was right and at that moment I kissed her and gave her a little tongue and she did not stop me so I reach for one of her tits and rubbed it.

Well this was going good I was thinking! She said that somebody could catch us and both of are lives could change and I told her that her kids wasn’t going to be home from school for several hours and her husband would not be home until 6 pm and she hesitated and I went to my knees and slid my hands under her dress and grab her panties before she knew it and started to slip them off she put up a small fight but not much of one . Before she knew it I was under her dress and licking her clit and she just gave up she laid back and let my tongue do the work.

Here it was this is what I have lusted after for two years and I have my tongue in it this was great I started working on her pussy licking and rubbing it. And she started moaning so loud and I realize right there how bad she needed fucking. Her and her husband had a normal marriage meaning that they did not fuck half as much as she wanted to and that was find by me because if I could convince her that we could do this anytime she needed to without getting caught I would be in like flin.

I reach up and unzipped her dress canlı bahis siteleri and took it off her and went right back to eating her pussy she grab my head and rammed it back where she wanted it god I was in heaven she pulled my head up until I stood and as fast as she could she unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out and started sucking it god it felt so good.

You got to understand this woman was 15 years older than me and I spent a lot of time around her she took care of me a lot of the time I saw her as my mom almost and I have lusted after her for two years and here I was with my cock in her mouth in her livingroom god this was great!

She took my cock out of her mouth and said lets go to the bedroom we went in and I grab her put her on the bed I started to mount her she slowly guided me in and one push and I was in. In the pussy I’ve wanted for so long I started pumping she was yelling at this point fuck me fuck me fuck me!

She needed a good fucking and I was the little brother to do it. We fucked for the next half hour in every position that I could think of I came twice she sucked my dick and got me hard the second time I don’t think she was done with me she really wanted to fuck again I would not dare refuse her the second time I was coming I ask her if I could pull out and come on her face I was young and influence by all the porn I was watching she had a strange look on her face but she said I could I don’t think she ever had anything like that happen to her like that before her husband barely touch her so I don’t think he ever came on her face but she was a real trooper as good as any slut you would see in the movies when I came sprayed her face and rammed my cock down her throat I could not believe it I just fuck my sister.

We got are cloths on and agreed that we both needed to do this and it felt so good and she said that if we can keep to are selves we could do it again. I should have done this two years ago!

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Disclaimer: This story is the sole possession of Mary-Margret Callahan and is fiction based on true characters who’s names have been changed. It is adult fiction and intended to be read only by persons mature enough to view adult material.

REUNION

It had been twenty fives years. Twenty-five years ago little baby Laura had given up for adoption by her then too young parents who at seventeen, unmarried, and still in high school could not take the pressures of responsibility. Laura Thomas had grown up in a good home, with very loving foster parents who put her through school to become a dentist. Laura’s foster mother and father told her that she was adopted by when she was sixteen, feeling that she was mature enough for the news. She was shocked but respectful of her parent’s wishes not to seek out her birth parents until she was on her own.

Laura had grown up a bright and beautiful girl, successful academically and socially. She was captain of the swim team, prom queen and valedictorian in high school. Laura waited until she was eighteen to loose her virginity and in her first two years of university had taken ten different guys to bed before becoming frustrated that she could not find what she wanted that way. She was never truly happy with any guy she met. There were plenty of interested guys around however; Laura being very beautiful with smoky blue eyes, strawberry blond hair, a pretty face with a few freckles, pale skin, and a killer 5’4″, 110 pound, athletic, 34B-23-34 figure. Finally she met someone who mattered and whom she was able to enjoy sex with. Her name was Jade. Jade and Laura were in love and together for two years. Jade was a pretty Asian girl from Hong Kong and was “out.” She eventually convinced Laura to come out to her parents, which was difficult but they were understanding and supportive. After fourth year Jade left and went back home to a pre-arranged marriage. Laura, although hurt, realized that Jade was just a LUG, lesbian until graduation, keeping herself “pure” for her selected husband. For the next two years while in dental school, Laura had a few lesbian lovers, but nothing serious.

During her last year in university Laura began her research to find her birth parents with the faint hope of someday getting to meet them. With the help of the Internet, after months and months of hunting she was able to find out who they were, Norm and Chris Graham. After a lot of soul searching, Laura decided to make contact. Nervously she placed the call. She talked to her birth mother on the phone. Chris, now forty-two years old was excited to hear from her first born. She apologized to Laura for giving her up and tried to explain her circumstances. She continued that after a year, she and Norm got married and tried to get their child back but it was too late. She said that she wished she had never gave up her baby.

Laura then asked if they had any other children. First there was a pause, but the answer was yes. When they came to terms with the fact that they would not get Laura back, they had another child, a girl. Chris told her that her name was Heather, but she was out of the picture. They had not spoke with the girl in three years, didn’t know where she was, and didn’t care. She tried to explain that she was a troublemaker and caused them nothing but grief. They could have talked for hours, but Chris had asked if it was possible to meet. Laura was excited, although they were 400 miles apart, Laura said she would love to fly out and meet her birth parents. The arrangements were made and Laura would fly out in four weeks time.

The morning sun shone brightly through the window, irritating Candi’s eyes that felt like onions this morning. She rubbed the grit from them and squinted them tightly again to avoid the evil light. With her head pounding with a hangover, Candi forced herself upright in her bed, the crumpled white sheet falling off her naked body. She felt the agony of her twelve Sambuca night. Her mane of fire engine red hair was a mess, sticking to parts of her face. A length of hair was in the corner of her mouth, her pasty, sticky, dry mouth. She pulled the hair out of her mouth and yearned for something wet to drink as all she tasted was the paste of her mouth, which tasted not so much like Sambuca as it did…hmmm?

“Pussy!” Candi suddenly remembered getting laid the night before. She looked next to her on the bed and sure enough, there she was sleeping like a log. What was her name again? Debbie? Denise? Dana? Perhaps Diane, but most definitely a ‘D’ name. It was starting to come back slowly. The previous night, Candi had made her way to the university bar. She was not a student there but as she knew a few of the right people always managed to get in. On Friday nights the place is always packed with lots of co-eds ready to blow off some steam. A lot of co-eds also ready to experiment with their sexuality too. Candi had always done well here and last night was no different, picking up this sweet little illegal bahis brunette on the dance floor, bumping and grinding with her all night, doing shooter after shooter, touching and brushing with her every chance. She could spot them. They usually had new tattoos, or a piercing, as if to tell the world, “look at me, I’m wild and I don’t care who knows”. Candi spotted her early, fresh ink on her left breast of a butterfly and wearing a skimpy tank top to show it off. When Candi approached the girl she noticed the belly button piecing too.

“Nice ink! Where did you get it done?” was Candi’s opening line, making it a point to trace her finger around it. After very little small talk she realized that the little brunette had a tongue stud as well. “Do you know how to use it?” she asked the naïve student. The girl was puzzled, making Candi giggle. Candi had one for a year before getting rid of it, after it somehow managed to damage one girlfriend’s pussy so badly she threatened to file a lawsuit. She kept the nose stud and her navel jewellery too. When asked if she had any ink, Candi told the girl, she would have to get to know her better if she wanted to see them. She didn’t bother to show her the only noticeable one, which was an amateur tattoo that was done during her three-day stay in the county jail three years ago. It was on her upper left shoulder, a scripted word, SLUT. The others were of a candy cane on the right cheek of her beautiful, round ass and a broken heart on her bikini line two inches up from her clit and beside the tiny patch of trimmed light colour pubic hair. The adventurous co-ed eventually, many drinks and a lot of dancing later, asked if she could go home with Candi and get to see her tattoos. Candi was beginning to remember now too how the girl learned very quickly how to use the tongue stud. Yes her pussy was feeling very satisfied. “Not bad for a rookie” she thought to herself. “What is her name?”

While Candi tried to recall the conquest’s name, she looked at the clock, 9:20 a.m. “Shit! I’m supposed to work overtime today!” The recollection forced her to abandon her plan of straddling whatshername’s face with her pink pussy over the girl’s mouth and saying, “Wake up, breakfast is ready.” She loved morning sex but today would have to suffer as she had promised to paint the Wilson’s garage, and her work partners were going to pick her up at 9:30 a.m. Candi pulled the sheet off the girl and smacked her ass hard. “Ouch!” the girl awoke, followed by a moan as her own hangover became apparent.

“Come on…uh, honey! You have to go, right now. Hurry, I’m late for work!” She yelled this as she rushed off to the bathroom to wash the dried pussy juice from her face, brush her hair and her teeth and threw on her white tee shirt, overalls and painters cap. It was amazing how she could look so incredible without preparing herself more. The girl from the bed was stumbling to her feet, herself a mess. Candi rushed and helped her. The girl was hard to motivate but Candi was like a Marine Corp drill instructor to meet the task. A horn honked outside Candi’s front door. “Come on, let’s go!” she yelled at the half dazed girl.

She was giving her the bum’s rush as the girl tried to thank her and kiss her goodbye. “HONK!” Candi gave her a fast kiss and forced her out the door, the girl yelling, “Wait! Call me!” and quickly scribbled her number on a corner of paper from her purse. The horn honked a third time. Candi pointed to the bus stop as she dashed to the pickup truck in front of her shabby little house. She was greeted to a chorus of cheers and hoots from her two male work partners as she climbed aboard at 9:35 a.m.

“Well its good to know that one of us got some pussy last night” one of them snickered.

Candi punched his shoulder hard and simply replied, “Coffee!” They drove away from the confused, disheveled girl standing on the curb.

“So who’s the new piece of ass?” asked one of her curious co-workers.

Candi finally pulled out the paper from her pocket and read the name beside the number, Amanda. “I knew it had a ‘D’ in it” she said as she stuffed it in her pocket.

Candi had painted houses for three years, a job she picked up to help pay for college. The college education didn’t last but the job did. She was a hard worker, efficient, and reliable. She enjoyed it. It didn’t pay much but was rewarding in it’s own way. The boss had made her a lead hand because of these qualities and because she lasted this long. Painters came and went all the time but Candi could do this for forever. She had a good rapport with the other workers, most of them male. The two guys she worked with now, Dave and Mike had worked with her almost a year. They loved her antics and her stories of lesbian conquests. She was cooler than any of them would ever be. They would never forget their first day when they first met her. She could tell they were hot for her so she took them out and had sex with both of them. She told them that they illegal bahis siteleri would never get any work done knowing that they would be fantasizing all day. It was also important for crew bonding. She didn’t get much out of it herself, as it was a work thing. She told them straight up that she was gay and it was a one shot deal. Having sex with men wasn’t new to Candi; she had fucked about sixty guys since she first had sex at thirteen almost ten years earlier. It just wasn’t her thing. She really got into girls about four years ago and has never looked back. The guys knew she was out of bounds now, and if they ever forgot and tried anything with her at work she would remind them with a hard punch, usually some place vital.

After work Candi had a long, hot shower. She craved this all day, and it felt like heaven. She washed her perfect, fit, tone body with all her tattoos and piercings. She washed her bright red hair. She had noticed some blond roots showing through and decided she needed another application of the candy apple coloring soon. After some primping and preening she selected her wardrobe for the evening. Her best slutty top and black bell bottoms were done in from the night before. Besides that, she didn’t feel much like going back to the college bar. Instead she thought she would go to the lesbian bar by the airport that was quieter and more subdued. Still worn out from a hard night of drinking and fucking followed by an equally hard day at work, Candi was in for a quieter night of shooting pool amongst friends. There was no pressure there, she had already hooked up with all the good-looking feminine regulars and was top dog in the place. The large, butchy women already knew that she was off limits to them. If any new girls walked in, they usually went right for Candi anyway. She selected the faded Levis jeans with worn out knees and ass and a white, hippy top that barely contained her 34B breasts and opened to show off her tight abs and naval jewellery. She put on minimal make-up, not wanting to cover her light smattering of freckles and didn’t fuss too much with her hair. Open toe sandals completed the ensemble, as her toenails were still colored bright red from the night before.

Candi’s arrival always stirred up the crowd. It had been a couple of weeks since she was last there, and the regulars were glad to see her. She had to put off a couple early advances from some heavy dykes but soon settled into a game of pool with Jill, a black girl who was fun to hang out with and knew Candi since they shared a cell in the county jail three years earlier. Jill joked with her as Candi bent over for a shot. “Girl, when you gonna give up some of that sweet stuff to me again?” referring to their time in jail.

Candi replied,” I guess when we both get busted together,” in a laughing way. “Hell let’s go rob a bank!” Jill joked. She knew that Candi wouldn’t go out with her. She just wasn’t her type but sure did try every chance she got.

The mood was mellow after a couple of games and a couple of beers when everything seemed to change quickly. “Candi girl, you sure wanna be checkin this out! Fresh meat.” Jill exclaimed. Candi look up to see what just walked in.

The flight into the city was late, but Laura Thomas had a hotel reservation by credit card so it wouldn’t be a problem checking in. She was to meet her birth parents, Norm and Chris Graham for lunch Sunday afternoon. Checking her watch, it was almost 10:00 p.m. but she felt nervous and tense. She contemplated finding the hotel lounge after checking in for a drink. Along the cab route she noticed a bight neon sign over a modest bar with two pink symbols for women next to the words ‘Lips’. There was also a rainbow flag over the door. The hotel was only a couple minutes ride past the place so Laura thought that instead of sitting in a dark lonely hotel lounge with fat, married, traveling male salesmen hitting on her, she might check this place out. Back at her college town, there was no “gay bar” but most folks around the school were pretty liberal and same sex couples were generally accepted. Laura thought it would be a good cultural experience. She checked into her room quickly, and fixed herself up a bit and brushed her clothes. She decided that the charcoal gray skirt and suit jacket, with her black blouse and black high heels that she traveled in were fine but undid a couple buttons on the blouse to show off some cleavage. She applied a squirt of perfume and she was off.

Although nobody would know her, Laura started to feel a bit apprehensive as she walked through the doorway as everyone seemed to be staring at her. She realized she was a bit over dressed. Most women were dressed like bikers or in jeans or such. Some were dressed like men. She sat at the bar and ordered a Vodka cranberry. She scanned the room and noticed that most of the women were kind of harsh looking. Then something bright red caught her eye amongst all the pale hues of the place from over by the pool canlı bahis siteleri tables. It was bright red, four alarm, fire engine red hair that graced perhaps the most incredible looking women she had ever seen. “Perhaps sort of tough looking but a body to die for” Laura thought as her drink arrived.

Candi looked up at the beautiful blond woman. She didn’t recall seeing her in this place before but she looked somewhat familiar just the same. She tried not to stare but couldn’t help it, as she was looking at the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. The woman sat down at the bar and ordered a drink, crossing her long, sexy legs. She sat poised, refined, and lady-like. Candi felt her knees weaken, and her mouth go dry, which had never happened before. She tried to calm herself down and get a grip. “Don’t want to look to desperate,” she mumbled to herself.

“You’re shot bitch!” Jill said to Candi breaking her trance. Jill had never seen Candi so taken before or so speechless. “Or are you just gonna stand there and drool like a school girl at a Sarah McLaughlin concert.”

“I’m fine!” Candi snapped backed as she noticed the woman looking at her from across the room. She took a deep breath and lined up a shot, all the while seductively looking over at the princess. Moving slowly and methodically she accentuated her crouch so that her breasts were displayed lewdly. “That’s it, work the rack,” she said to herself. Sinking the shot with ease she looked to see that she had the attention of the over dressed blond. Candi moved around the table, slow and cat-like. Every move was deliberate as she bent over the table, her tight jeans displaying her sumptuous ass. She lifted a leg to stretch for a shot, looking as if she was humping the table. The ball was easy to reach from the edge but the motion was purely for effect. Candi whipped her hair over her back before sinking the shot. She walked around the table again surveying the eight ball. She took her time, looking at it from all angles, posing each time. “Oh ya! I have her attention,” she thought with a smile aimed directly at the high-class blond while chalking her queue stick. Eye contact was definitely established as Candi, after a pause of a few seconds, smiled at her again, and with lips pursed for a kiss slowly blew the chalk from the tip of her queue. She buried the eight ball, as now everyone in the bar seemed to be watching. She couldn’t have played it any cooler.

Jill congratulated Candi as Candi looked over to the woman at the bar. The woman motioned a golf clap and raised her glass as if to say “Cheers”. Candi returned the salute with her bottle of beer before downing its remnants. She told Jill to put some music on the jukebox. She took a deep breath again and decided to make her move. She sashayed over to the bar near the woman even though it was farther than she needed to go. She leaned against the bar, sticking her ass out and propping her boobs up on top of the bar. With a flip of the hair she turned to her admirer, sheepishly grinning. “Grace!” she called to the husky bartender, “another beer here and another drink for…” she paused inquisitively looking into the smoky blue eyes of the woman.

“Laura, Laura Thomas,” she smiled holding her hand out in greeting.

The red hair babe didn’t need to reply as the bartender said, “Here ya go Candi!”

“Candi! That’s a sweet name,” Laura joked.

Candi wrapped her long hair around her face and neck. With the contrasting pale white skin and flame red hair, the illusion was of a peppermint stick. “See, candy cane,” Candi replied. “You’re new here, I would have remembered you.”

“In town for a family reunion of sorts,” Laura claimed.

Family was a subject Candi disliked. Luckily, the jukebox was playing ‘Sweet Surrender’ so Candi jumped at the chance. “Wanna dance?”

Laura didn’t feel very comfortable in these surroundings but somehow Candi’s confidence was reassuring and she felt that it would somehow be impossible to turn her down. She wondered how this would work out. They seemed to have nothing in common except their mutual attraction. “I like your threads, very sophisticated. Are you a lawyer?” Candi asked while walking to the dance floor, pulling Laura by the hand.

“No, actually I’m a dentist, just finished my internship,” Laura proudly replied.

“What a coincidence, I have teeth,” Candi searched for common ground. The truth was that only the animal attraction seemed to be relevant. Laura complimented Candi on her attire too.

Candi was somewhat bemused but Laura added, “You can really make them jeans talk,” which delighted Candi. Laura was a little taller than Candi as they slow danced, owed to by the heels that she was wearing. Otherwise they matched very closely in height, weight and build.

Laura loved the feel of Candi’s breasts pressed tightly to her body. They were warm and free and could almost feel the erect nipples through the thin material of her top. She obviously was not wearing a bra.

Candi too was trying to stay cool despite the overwhelming desire to pounce on Laura. She loved the feel of Laura’s firm body against hers and made her temperature rise. They gazed into each other’s eyes, smiling.

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*** Back to the Present ***

Amanda was curious about how DC’s trip home went. She found him in his room and asked. He decided to be honest.

“I’m back together with Melody and I guess we are being public about it now.”

“Oh. Um, you’re dating Melody?” She tried to act surprised.

“Yeah. Didn’t you see her social media barrage?”

Melody’s high profile postings is what prompted her to seek DC out. She hoped he didn’t know about her spying. She laughed, “Yeah, she was pretty obvious, wasn’t she. Nice pictures. You looked good. You should always do your hair like that.”

“I might need some help learning to do that.”

“I can help.” Then she added hopefully. “We are friends.”

“Listen, I know you have been telling Melody about what I’m doing. About Anne.” Amanda’s mouth fell open. “It’s okay. I’m glad you did.”

Amanda still looked concerned so he let her know, “I’m not mad. I still want us to be friends.”

“I’m sorry. I feel bad about tattling on you. I’m glad it worked out though. So, you’re going to break things off with Anne, right.”

“Yeah, I feel bad about leading her on.”

“She thinks she’s going seduce you away from Melody. She says you kissed her.”

“She caught me off guard and kissed me. But yeah, I didn’t stop her. I’ll straighten things out with her.”

“Good. Don’t make me have to lie to Melody.”

“You’d lie for me?”

“I don’t know. I won’t say anything about the last couple weeks as long as you break up with Anne. I hate being in the middle.”

“Just tell Melody the truth. I don’t think secrets are doing any of us any good.”

“Speaking of secrets,” Amanda looked around even though they were alone. “What is your secret? How are you doing it?”

“Doing what?”

“Apparently you seduced Melody last year to the point she’s stalking you after you broke up with her. Now, we come here and in a few weeks you have Anne throwing herself at you. Both of them are the prettiest girls around. You’ve never been a ladies man before, you’re nice and all, but-” She paused trying to find the right word. One that would not offend.

“I’m a dork.” DC provided.

“I don’t mean it that way.”

“It’s okay. I’m comfortable with who I am.”

“Well, neither of them were the type to go for a ‘dork’, as you say, now they are both obsessed. You should hear the way Melody talks about you. She thinks the world of you. Anne is almost the same. Why?”

“I don’t know. I liked them and set my sights on dating them.”

“And they both instantly fell in love?”

“I don’t know about that.”

“Okay. We’ll need to talk about this more later. Maybe you can use your ‘ways’ to help me get a date with Trevor.”

“He likes you but is afraid of you.”

“Afraid? That’s not very attractive.”

“Not afraid, that’s the wrong word. He’s asked you to lunch three times, you said no every time. Now he thinks you are going to say no if he asks you out.”

“I had tests to study for on those days. I told him so.”

“He heard no. He thinks you aren’t interested.”

“How do you know this?”

“I was there when he asked and you rejected him.”

“I didn’t reject him. I had to study.” Amanda gave an exasperated growl. “How do you know he thinks I’m not interested? Did he say something?”

“No. I can just tell.”

Amanda looked at him trying to figure out what she was missing about DC. He was too intuitive.

DC asked, “Do you still want him to ask you out?”

“Yeah, if he wants too. Not if you have to hold his hand and tell him it’s okay to ask.”

“Come with me.”

They walked to the common room where Trevor was sitting.

DC asked Amanda so that Trevor could hear, “Are you busy right now?”

“No.” She wondered what the hell DC was up to.

Trevor immediately piped up asking Amanda, “I’m about to go off campus for dinner, would you like to go with me?”

“Sure.” she answered stupefied at the ease with which DC had directed the result she wanted.

DC said, “You two have fun, I’m going to study tonight.”

Amanda watched DC walk away. ‘He’s definitely doing something, even if he doesn’t know what it is.’ she thought to herself.

***

DC immediately found Anne in the dining commons. She was sitting alone and stirring her food with disinterest. He sat across from her.

“Hi.” he offered.

“Hi.” she replied without energy.

“Something wrong?”

“You are back together with your girlfriend, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” he said quietly.

“I knew it would happen if I didn’t get to you before you went home for break.”

“I think it’s for the best for both of us.”

She looked at him curiously. “How is this best for me? It feels sucky if you ask me.”

“You are beautiful and smart. There’s a perfect man out there for you. Now you’ll be free to meet him.”

Anne smiled weakly. “Thanks.” Somehow she did feel a little better.

“Just keep your eyes open. Mr. Right is out there.”

She took a bite of her food as he left. Maybe he was right.

***

Dave and DC were illegal bahis in the dorm room each packing for their respective trips home for the Christmas holiday when DC heard her signature knock on the door. He opened the door and went back to packing. Dave looked up curious about why he had opened the door. Melody waved her fingernails at him.

Dave brightened, “DC, your ex is back!”

She moved over to DC’s side and helped him fold and put his clothes in his bag. She held up a shirt with an Atari logo thinking about keeping it for herself. She didn’t think it was too geeky to be acceptable, but taking his nerd shirts had become a hobby and she liked this one. It was soft from wear.

DC had changed, even wearing a nerd shirt he now carried himself with a confidence that made him infinitely less dorky. Still a nerd, but without the awkwardness. If he only knew how sexy that was. The hair gel helped too, she thought. She wanted this shirt. He took it from her shaking his head and stuffed it in his bag.

Disappointed at losing the shirt, she asked, “Are you almost ready to go?”

“Almost, but you know, my dad’s on the way to pick me up.”

“No. Just me.”

“What happened to Dad?”

“I told him that I would come and gather you.” DC was about to ask how that got arranged, but she kept talking. “He’s nice. You know how guys say you should look at a girl’s mother to see what she’s going to turn into in 30 years, well I hope your dad is some indication of what I have to look forward to.”

“I’m not sure how to respond to that.”

“I’m just say’n, he’s very sweet and caring.” DC shook his head at her before she went on to say, “And he’s a bit of a hunk too. For an older guy that is.” That left him slack jawed.

“Does this mean you two are finally back together?” Dave inquired.

Melody looked at DC expectantly and he felt her hopefulness.

“Melody, do you want to be my girlfriend again?” He felt her hopeful expectation deflate with his request.

“No, that’s not the right response.” She turned to Dave, “Sorry Dave, not quite. I don’t think DC gets it yet. But he’s coming around.”

“I swear I’m going to kick your ass if you don’t work things out with her.” Dave said as they walked out.

DC carried his things out to her car and after putting them in the back, she threw him the keys.

“You drive.” This was significant. She never let anyone drive her car. It was a spotless, used black 350z. Back in high school, when he had tried to press her to drive it, she had not relinquished the keys to him.

“Really?”

“Really. Let’s go.”

They drove in relative quiet. At some point Melody, trying to sound casual, asked, “So, are you set on becoming a doctor like your dad and working in his practice?”

He could tell there was more to this question. “Yes. Is there a problem with that?”

“No, no problem.” She looked out the window thoughtfully. “I just needed to know for sure.”

She grabbed for his hand but he pulled away like she might burn him.

“Hold on! No more of that.”

“What?” She was genuinely confused.

“No more doing whatever you do to make me forget.”

“I was only going to hold your hand…” She sighed and looked out the window, “this time.”

“So, you know what you are doing?”

“Yeah, but it’s no different than what you do to me.” She answered defensively.

“We’ve never talked about our… connection?” He said.

“Since the first moment you touched me, I felt it. I knew something odd was afoot before; we had that creepy magnetic attraction like since forever. But that instant we touched, I knew we were tied to each other.”

“And you were okay with that?”

“No. I was pissed. I didn’t want you to have that much control over me.”

“Sorry I took advantage.”

“It was scary and overwhelming, but awesome too. And kind of cool.” She grabbed his hand. DC felt her anxiety. She was truly afraid of what he thought of her. “When we started fooling around I realized I could only ever be with you. I’m sorry, but at the time, the idea of my soul mate being the class nerd troubled me.” DC gave her a dirty look. She offered, “I’m sorry I was so shallow. But it should make you feel better, once I got to know you, I fell in love with you.”

“Wait, what?” They had never used the L-word with each other before.

“You heard me. Don’t you dare say it back, not yet. I want it to be special when you do.” She pushed past his startled expression, “Did you really think I could have thought what I was feeling was normal? I mean that first orgasm you had almost stopped my heart.”

“It almost stopped mine too.”

“I thought this,” she waved her hand in the air, “connection we have was something we were sharing, that it originated in both of us, although I wasn’t sure how it worked. I was content to let you sit in the driver’s seat but then you went and messed everything up.” She muttered to herself, “You broke up with me.” Then in a stronger voice, “I spent weeks trying to figure out how to use my… Powers to bring you back to me for good. I think I’ve illegal bahis siteleri worked it out.”

“I think you’re much stronger than me.”

“I think I always was. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, just no more manipulation.”

“Too bad we can’t manipulate other people. I mean, think about what we could do.”

“I have. You don’t think we are the only two people who are like this, do you? There must be lots others and that means the government must know. They probably have some way of finding people who use this power for personal gain.”

“I hadn’t thought about it like that.”

“Maybe they use people like us for stuff.”

“Like spying?”

“Maybe. All I know is that I don’t want a black helicopter to show up in the middle of the night and make us disappear. So let’s lay low and continue with our lives as planned.” He thought back to the original question. “Why did you ask about me becoming a doctor?”

“That’s really heavy. I agree we should lay low and keep things between us.” She reached over and held his hand. He felt her causing a stir in his loins. She smiled. “This is going to be so much more fun now that it’s out in the open.”

“Why did you ask about me becoming a Doctor?” He reminded her.

“I think it’s because I made you become my blood brother.”

“Huh?” He asked.

“Remember, when we were like 6 years old I cut our hands so we could be blood brothers.”

“That’s right we’re brothers now.” He teased. “I remember us sitting side by side on the examination table, my dad lecturing us while he stitched us closed and gave us tetanus shots.”

“I got paddled by my mom when I got home.” She got a gleam in her eye. “I still have the knife I used. I keep it with that quartz pebble you found and polished for me.”

“You kept that?”

“I thought it was so pretty. I still do. I’m thinking about getting it set so I can wear it as a necklace.”

“I can’t believe you still have it.”

Melody suddenly became bashful. DC used the quiet moment to direct the conversation back to his question.

“Why did you ask about me becoming a doctor.” He asked again.

“Okay. Well, I’ve been hanging out with your dad.”

“That’s weird.”

“Yeah. He approached me to say he was sorry if he scared me off. He wants to make sure I am comfortable enough to come around and see you. He eluded to the idea I could spend the night with you if I wanted.”

“He means well. Even if it is disturbing.”

“I was assuming that you are going to join his practice.”

“That’s the plan, but that’s going to take a while. Why do you ask?”

“Well, I am thinking about going to restaurant management and cooking school, to help me when I take over my mom’s restaurant.”

“So what, are you planning on just giving her the boot ‘Thanks Mom, time to retire’. That seems a little bit harsh.”

“No. God you can be an idiot.”

“Well explain it better then, you trollup.”

She laughed. “If you would give me a chance, ass hat.” DC laughed at that too. “I want to open a second location and well, I noticed your college has a school of hotel and restaurant management. However, before I invest my future in building a business in our little town, I want to be sure you are committed to staying there too.”

“Why didn’t you already start school if that’s what you wanted?”

“I always dreamed of escaping and going out into the world, seeing what is out there. I always felt empty, like part of me was not complete.”

“And now you don’t want to see what is out there?”

Melody blushed, “I think I found what was missing.” She squeezed his hand. “Staying seems like a good idea now. I’d like to have a life in town, raise kids there. But only if you are with me.”

“Do you really think I would leave you? I could leave you?”

“You left me once.” She snarled.

“Yeah, sorry. Never again.”

“I know, but maybe you were thinking about starting out in a new town or a bigger city. I think our parents will be happy if we both stick around. They want us to end up together.”

“So do I. Since you have confessed your love and started planning the next 50 years of our lives together, will you stop referring to yourself as my ex now.”

“Why?” She had the same hopeful expectation as before.

“Stop teasing me and just say what you want me to do for us to be back together.”

“But you’re so close to figuring it out.”

“Whatever.”

“Oh, you just got even closer to the answer.”

“You know, this is nonsense.”

“Wow, even closer. You’re so close you’re burning up.” He felt his libido kick up a notch.

“I’m done talking about it.” He warmed up her sex drive to match his own and put her hand in his lap. “Either knock it off or take care of the problem you are causing, will you.” He said, referring to his hard on.

She opened his shorts pulled his cock into the open. “This is a freebie because you are doing so well fixing our lives, okay. And besides it’s not fair that you have made me wait so long to enjoy this pleasure. But, don’t expect any more while we are canlı bahis siteleri broken up though.”

He wondered. “What are you talking about?” Then she dropped her face into his lap. It was dark out so they had some privacy on the open highway.

It was a challenge to concentrate on driving while she blew him. This was his first blow job and hers too. Although it was hard to tell based on the skill she had. Apparently she had been watching internet videos and practicing on fruit or something. She spent the better part of an hour and a half getting him close then backing him off. She would give her jaw long breaks by licking every inch or giving him a slow hand job. One of the good, or bad, side effects of their close link is that they can read each other perfectly. Either one of them could hold the other teetering at the brink of orgasm indefinitely. Sometimes it is delicious torture, other times it’s just torture.

She lifted her head up. “Pull over somewhere, I want to finish you before we get home.” She went back to work.

They were almost home so he pulled into the high school parking lot around the corner from his house.

The second they stopped Melody went into overdrive. She sucked and pumped vigorously. He lost control immediately. Melody screamed around his member as he unloaded in her mouth. She somehow caught and swallowed every drop despite her squirming and quivering.

“Wow!” was all he could say.

Melody sat up, swallowed, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before declaring, “Damn it! You just made me squirt all over myself.”

“Huh? I thought you caught my stuff in your mouth.”

“I did. I’m talking about mine. You must have really enjoyed that because I went off like a fire hose.”

“You squirted?”

“Yeah, when you cum while we are closely linked like this I usually squirt a bit in my panties right along with you. You never noticed me getting really wet?” She started searching around the car looking for something.

“Well yes, I just thought you had a really wet pussy.”

“Yes, it’s a regular fountain.” Melody rolled her eyes. She found a t-shirt and started to mop up her crotch. “Damn it! My car is going to smell like a porn set now.”

“Do you need anything?”

“Yes, I’m sitting in a friggin puddle of my own cum.”

DC laughed as he went into his bag to get a t-shirt with a rebel alliance logo on it. As he tossed it to her, “Poor girl complains about a big orgasm.”

She was sitting on the shirt now ignoring him. “It’s soaking into the seat.” She whined.

“And I’m losing another shirt.” He bickered.

“Park at my house.” she said.

As he pulled his bag from the car she ran over and kissed him. He tasted himself in her mouth. He was a little repulsed but her indifference towards have his cum in her mouth was a turn on too.

“Save me a seat.” she said and she ran towards her house.

***

DC entered his house, said hi to his parents, and put his bag in his room. He went to the kitchen where his mother was cooking. He hugged her as she paused from stirring gravy on the stove.

“Do you want me to take over?” Melody asked.

DC was startled by her presence. She had changed her clothes and magically appeared in his house.

“No, I can finish up in here. Would you get the table?” Mom responded.

“Of course.” Melody left the room.

DC stood in stunned silence.

“Don’t just stand there, go help her.” Mom chastised him.

He went to the dining room to see Melody setting plates on the table.

“What is going on?” he asked bewildered.

“Smells like dinner.” Melody provided with a smart ass attitude.

“You seem to know your way around.”

“My family never sits down for dinner like this. You know, with the restaurant dinner service and all. I love sitting together, it’s neat. I should confess, I’ve been taking advantage of your parents.”

“You’ve been eating dinner at my house every day?”

“No, don’t be silly.” she paused, “Only the nights I’m not working.”

DC was going to ask for an explanation but his mother walked in and after glancing at the plates arranged one on each side of the table, commented. “Oh please, I’m sure you want to sit next to each other.”

“Thanks.” Melody said and she began the rearrange the table.

Mom smirked as she set a meatloaf on the table. She left to go back to the kitchen. “Go get your father.” she called from the other room.

“No need.” he said coming into the room. He stood behind a chair. “Melody?”

“Thank you.” she said sitting while Dad slid her chair in.

“Sit. Keep Melody company.” he said.

DC wondered if this all a farce designed to play with his head. He sat next to her.

His father went to the kitchen to help carry the last of the food to the table. He watched as his father helped his mother with her chair. DC smiled, his father always did that. He wondered when the last time his mom had to sit at a table unassisted. He supposed it was his turn to start treating Melody the same.

Melody squeezed his hand under the table. He could sense her contentment. She was more content than ever before in her life.

As they ate everyone was acting like Melody and DC were already married. Even his mom had come around to the idea, not that he would give her a choice.

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These events occurred midsummer a couple years ago. There was always a sense of tragedy about them, although nothing particularly sad happened. No one got sick, no one died, and no one experienced much heartache. Well, maybe a bit of the latter.

This story is 100% true, for what it’s worth. All characters are above 18, ect, ect, ect.

*****

I had just been fired from my job of several years. I would later receive a diagnosis for bipolar disorder, but I had no idea of it at the time. I had even been arrested at one point, during an absolute blackout drunken episode. All I knew was that some days I was fine, and others I was very “off”. My interpersonal relationships with my co-workers were completely in shambles thanks to my mood swings, and this eventually lead to me being let go. Despite having a lot of experience and proficiency in my field.

I also had the poor judgement to have a one night fling involving a co-worker who was engaged, after a bar crawl with work people. We’ll call her “Amanda”. We’d flirted half the night. I overheard her making excuses to her fiancé on the phone, and glancing down the table at me the whole time. I spent the night working the crowd. I was “on” that night, and a little manic. Most of our co-workers eventually left, except for me and Amanda, of course. We found ourselves sitting on the curb of the bar parking lot. I started to give her a bit of drunken self-pity I was working through at the time. Which was strange, because I’d always been a happy drunk, usually. I shared a cigarette with her, although she didn’t smoke. She interrupted me mid-sentence, and unexpectedly said “I think I LOVE you!” I tried telling her that she had terrible taste in men if that was the case. And then we kissed.

She agreed to drive me home, since she was slightly more sober than I was. After we got to my place, I remember sitting in her car, making out, my hand down her shirt. She acted so strangely – she would physically push me away and even pinch me, and then I would sit back, waiting. She’d then bite her lower lip, make a noise that I can only describe as a girly growl and pull my shirt to bring me in closer again. I pulled her bra down and had my mouth on her breasts. God, that was sweet. She had on a lacy turquois bra that I remember liking. Here’s where we get to some of the 100% real parts of the story, so bear with me.

I had some whisky dick, unfortunately, plus a full bladder. I told her I was going to the bathroom, and she said that she would be gone if I went. I went anyway. I knew she was bluffing. I still lived with my ex at the time. When I got in my place, my ex, Jenny, was sitting on my bed, sprawled out and watching TV, looking very relaxed and sexy. She said “hi”, and said my name in a way that made it very clear what she was down for. I gathered that she had been out drinking too, had come home before me, and was waiting for me. I have to admit, Jenny looked very tempting laying there. My ex was very attractive – she had short, curly brown hair and very pale skin. She was somewhat tall and extremely slender. She wore lots of little tank tops and cardigans. She had freckles all over her back that I would look at all the time when we fucked doggy style. Like a road map. We hadn’t been intimate since the breakup a few months before. I have to admit, as sexy as she was, I took a certain savage pleasure in saying “hey, what’s up?” and breezing past her to take a piss. Then leaving to go downstairs to the street to make out with my hot co-worker, Amanda. I guess I hadn’t fully gotten over the break up yet.

I went down to the street, and of course Amanda was still there, as I knew she would be. I got in the car, and she immediately straddled me. We made out some more. I sucked her glorious tits and unzipped her jeans. Her breasts were great – the kind of breasts that didn’t call too much attention when she was in her regular work clothes, but were absolutely perfect up close and in person. Perfectly pale and perky, with soft nipples two shades lighter than the eraser on a pencil. I started fingering her and continued sucking on her tits as she straddled me. After a couple illegal bahis of minutes, she stopped, looked me straight in the eye and said “invite me up to your place.” She said my fingers felt good. She had brown eyes just a few shades lighter than her dark brown hair. I saw no hesitation there, and she never blinked. I explained to her that this wasn’t possible, as I still lived with my ex and she was home. I urged her to find us a dark street where we could continue – we had been making out directly under a street light, and it’s probable that someone passing by had gotten a bit of a show. Her expression curdled, and she refused. We kissed a few more times, and she said that she had to go. I got out of the car and left her crying as she pulled away. I didn’t envy her the task of explaining to her fiancé why she was hours late. I can only imagine what we would’ve gotten up to if my ex had not been home that night.

Needless to say, this caused drama at work. I got very drunk a couple of times and talked about the tryst with some co-workers. This turned out to be a very bad idea. Word got around. I drunkenly texted Amanda one night, and she accused me of harassment. Probably to get me out of the way, as I’m sure it was embarrassing for her to have to work with me after that. The harassment accusation was the final straw for my job, and I was officially let go.

Fast forward a few weeks – My ex had moved out. My – (our?) apartment had two whole barren rooms where her stuff used to be, and after I got fired I would sit on the floor and take phone calls from old friends I had worked with. The echoes in the room bounced off of the chipped hardwood floors and smoke stained white walls, which seemed very fitting for those calls.

It was a time of great change for me.

I responded to getting fired in a peculiar way. As I said before, it turned out that I had bipolar disorder, although I didn’t know at the time. I entered a manic phase. I was determined to perfect myself before moving on in any way. The experience of getting fired from a job I had worked for seven years had me convinced that there was something really wrong with me. On the inside.

I started working out all the time. I jogged so much that I had almost no body fat. I had talked with a friend who had some boxing experience, and after that I became obsessed with perfecting my jab. He’d always said that the jab was so important that boxing could almost just be call jabbing. I’d work it for hours, with a 6 pound weight in front of the full length mirror in the abandoned room my ex used to sleep in. I developed a golden brown suntan on my arms and face from all the time spent jogging outdoors. If anyone who really knew me had known the extent of my obsession, they would have found this hilarious. I am NOT a macho person normally. I have floppy blonde hair, a slender build and green eyes, framed by very long eyelashes and a sensitive face. I’m in my early 30’s. I consider myself more of a social butterfly and a pseudo-intellectual, even though I never made it all the way through college. Nevertheless, after a couple of months of this regimen, I was in the best shape of my life. I ended up sleeping with an old friend at one point, who said my arms in particular looked amazing. I cleaned obsessively and quit smoking. I tried to teach myself quantum physics. I now had a purity obsession.

I had enough savings and severance money to last me a few months. I really had no plan beyond that. So, I did what any sane, intelligent and out of work person would do. I started a Match.com account. That’s where all the classy people are, you see.

After a couple weeks of rigorously working the Match scene, I found myself with two options. One was a cute girl with curly red hair and freckles. She was positive and upbeat, with a line in her dating profile about a guarantee that dating could be fun. For comparison’s sake, my profile was filled with insane shit about how I was like a grand piano mated with a killer whale. I suppose I was hoping my sense of humor would translate. My other possibility was the polar opposite of the first one. She had straight, black hair and illegal bahis siteleri an impish grin on her profile pic. She immediately commented about how draining dating could be, and how she really didn’t want to be dragged back into it. She was also a single mom, which was new for me.

Of course, I went with the dark one. Her name was Kathy.

We met at a bar that doubled as a vegan restaurant. I arrived first. My hands were shaky, and I immediately started drinking. My newfound obsession with purity put a lot of pressure on me to be perfect, and I was not relaxed like I normally would have been. She arrived when I was halfway through my first beer. Thankfully, her face lit up and I could tell that she liked what she saw. For some reason that made me even more jittery. It turned out that her previous date had been a guy in his 50’s, who tried to wear necklaces and a shirt advertising a radio station. You know, because he was “with it”. I may have teased her about this any time the word “old” came up in a conversation. She was either too polite or too engaged to notice my shakiness, and I settled down after a few minutes.

A few beers in, and my body language was confident, almost cocky. She was posted up in a corner near the bar, and I relaxed on a stool with my legs propped up against the low window sill. It was almost possessive. She didn’t seem to mind. We ended up pretty hammered and went to another bar next door. It was a great place. It was 1920’s themed, with upholstered chairs you could sit and brood in with your drink. It could only be described as “swanky”. We had expensive liquor with artisan ice cubes. We were in the back, and she had her legs across my lap as we drank. We saw a couple go into the bathroom together, and caught glimpses of them aggressively fondling each other when the door swung. We contemplated doing the same, joking, but not really. It was just that kind of night. We started making out like crazy, right there in the bar. Our waitress almost seemed scared as she gingerly dropped off the check.

We ended up going back to her place to smoke weed. Her daughter was with her dad for the weekend. She went to the bathroom, and I found myself pushing her hard against the wall and kissing her so hard that our teeth clicked. That was an accident. She put her hand on my chest and just said “gentle”.

One of the first things she said to me at her place – and I swear to God this is true – was that she had had sex with Shia LaBeof. She worked at a fancy wine bar downtown, and I guess famous people came through sometimes. They’d apparently flirted, gotten busy and then she’d never heard from him again. She’d had a thing for him for some time after that, but he never returned her calls. She also almost got us tickets to see Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes when she waited on them, but instead got in trouble with her crazy boss for “fraternizing” with the guests.

She started to sober up, and decided to turn coquettish. She said “I don’t think we should have sex tonight” and smiled. She had a great smile, the same impish one that had drawn me to her profile. I… didn’t exactly see this for what it was. I slightly hung my head and tried to sell that I also thought that was a good idea. Less pressure and things like that. I still didn’t have too much confidence.

We ended up on the couch, watching Arrested Development on Netflix. We took the back cushions off the couch after a bit, and ended up spooning. I found myself caressing her breasts as she sighed in between fits of laughter. We were pretty high. After a couple of episodes had ended, she got on top of me and straddled me. She seemed almost reluctant, probably at having to make the first move. I took off her shirt first, and then mine. Her tits hung over me. They were good, about a C cup with long nipples from breastfeeding her daughter. I pushed them both together and sucked on both her nipples at once. She positively squirmed when I did that, and later told me that she almost came. She took off her jeans, and then pulled down mine. We started with a condom, but she ended up taking it off after a little while, which I canlı bahis siteleri just dumbly nodded along with. She had an IUD.

I was extremely hard. She lowered her pussy down onto me with a sigh, and we fucked like that for a while. Her breasts dangled right above my face, and I sucked them while we fucked. I held her hips with my newly muscled arms, gripped tightly and held her in place as I pushed into and out of her rapidly. It was fucking great. It had been a couple of months for me at that point.

We switched to spooning again, and continued like that for a while. She got up and knelt in front of me. My erection was full on, almost angry looking and pointing at her face. She took it in her mouth quickly, like she had been waiting for it the whole time. She gave great head. She cupped and massaged my balls as I enjoyed her wet mouth going down on me quickly. I reached down and pinched and played with her nipples while she did it, and she moaned deliciously, seeming to nearly come again.

I suggested we move to the bedroom. She was reluctant for some reason, but then agreed. We started off doggy style. One thing – she had a total tramp stamp (and I don’t use that term lightly) on her lower back. I’m talking about a blue butterfly all on its own. I drunkenly remarked something eloquent, like “hey… there’s a butterfly.” She was embarrassed, which I found hilarious, but we got back to it immediately.

The best part for me was getting introduced to her FABULOUS ass. She taught Pilates, and was fairly slender all over. Except for that ass. It was very nicely toned. It was what you’d call a bubble butt. It was very awesome to see it wiggling and shaking as I pushed into and out of her. She came hard, putting a pillow under her pelvis so she could grind her clit into it as she came. It felt like a lightning storm of electricity all along my shaft. I’ve still never felt anything quite like it.

I still hadn’t come yet. She went down on me again, and that did it for me after about ten glorious minutes. We were both sweating like crazy – it was mid-July and her air conditioning was broken. She rolled over a little bit, went to the nightstand and spat out my cum into a cup. It was totally a plastic pink My Little Pony cup that she’d gotten for her daughter at some point. She just shrugged and said “don’t drink from that cup”.

Our affair continued for a few months after that. We’d have a lot of fun that was sometimes punctuated by gunshots from outside – she didn’t live in the best part of town. It was always the same – she’d call me up, we’d get together and smoke some weed and fuck. It was exactly what I’d needed at the time. She was obsessed with porn, specifically Jenna Jameson. She was at least 25% more “manly” than I was, which was hilarious. We’d try out all kinds of crazy shit that she’d seen in porn, like fucking on her dining room table, and doing it with her bent completely over and grabbing her ankles. Wearing nothing but red high heels. The best parts for me were the compliments. They helped build back up my damaged self-esteem. When we finished, she’d say “WHERE did you learn to FUCK like that?!?” She’d say stuff like “you have a B-E-A-yootiful cock!”, which I knew she got from her gay best friends, Daniel and Daniel. I was also the first person to make her come in missionary. Best of all, I always knew she was telling the truth. She was painfully blunt at times, and allergic to bullshit.

We eventually drifted apart. I still had mood swings and a lot of personal drama to sort through, and the downside of her cavalier attitude was that she was fairly phobic of emotional commitment of any kind. She told me that she still didn’t consider us dating after we had been seeing each other for 3 months, on and off. The last time I saw her was in a hotel room. I was out of money and was moving back in with my parents for a while, until I could get my shit together. We smoked a J in the room and had a great time. She slept over and we shared the breakfast. Then I moved and lost my phone, and that was pretty much the end of it.

Looking back, I have absolutely no regrets, although I did develop a little bit of a longing for a more emotional and lasting commitment. But, if I could go back, I would’ve done it twice.

It was the stuff of future nostalgia, living on in my mind like a sepia photograph buried at the bottom of a picture box.

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Previously, Megan discovered a French Maid outfit when she was unpacking some of her boyfriend’s boxes after just moving in together two weeks ago. She wears the outfit and cleans the living room and changes back before her boyfriend returns home from work. Now the story continues on…

Friday has finally come and that means Mitch finishes work early today and the weekend will be here soon. I managed to get through yesterday without been tempted to open the box with the little French Maid outfit I found on Wednesday. I really enjoyed wearing it but trying not to make it obvious to Mitch about what I did on that day. A little secret that I must try to keep to myself, I now know what is install for me if Mitch reveals the outfit sometime in the future and asks me to wear it for him. I was okay with the idea and wondered if I should surprise him first, he must be planning to show it to me so I think I might help him out.

I’ve spent today just sitting back and taking it easy and now I feel a little naughty for some teasing. After been sighted by some guy through the window the other day made me wonder how hard I made him, the fact he saw a girl dress in French Maid outfit and she flashed her bum as she tried to escape his view got me all horny.

It was 11:30 and I haven’t change into my day clothes, all I had on was a white short-sleeved top with no bra on and red panties. I moved my hand down and sunk a finger deep into my warm wet pussy. I arched my back as I was moaning loudly while I was playing with myself. I grabbed one of my breasts with the other hand and started pinching the nipple. Letting out a long moan I came right there on the chair.

“I haven’t felt this horny before, what’s coming over me, this Maid outfit is driving me wild.” I confirmed with myself while getting my breath back.

“Mitch isn’t due home for another half an hour illegal bahis that should give me enough time to dress-up.”

I jumped out of my seat and entered the spare room to collect the box and took it into the bedroom. Laying out the outfit across the bed I removed my clothes then started to put on the Maid outfit. Same as before I slipped on my black G-string followed by the black hold-up stockings, the Maid’s dress and apron came next. Slipping my black shining 4′ heels on I adjusted the dress and headpiece I studied myself in the mirror and admired the outfit.

“Very nice, my Master will be home soon.” I said still adjusting the outfit and just in that moment I heard a car pull up in our driveway so I moved to the window and carefully check to see that Mitch just arrived home. A feeling of excitement swept over me as I moved quietly so my heels wouldn’t make a sound as stood at the door waiting for my Master to enter. It seemed like he was taking forever to open the door but when he entered I gave him the biggest surprise in his life.

“Good afternoon Master, how was your day?” I spoken to him in the most sweetest voice as I could.

“Megan what are doing…?” he replied back.

“I’m sorry Master your partner is out at the moment, are you ok Master?”

“Why are you dress-up as a Maid?” he asked.

“I’m the Maid you hired and this is the uniform I was required to wear Master.” It seemed that Mitch understood what I was doing.

“I see then, well lets see what chores you have done today.” He instructed and walked into the living room.

“Have you cleaned the living room today?” he demanded.

“No I haven’t Master.” I replied giving him an innocent look.

“Well then you must be punished now.”

“No, I’m really sorry Master, I’ll start cleaning right away.” I pleased.

“Ok then I’ll let you out of this one.”

“Thank illegal bahis siteleri you Master, I’ll remember next time Master.” I apologized as I got the duster and vacuum out to start cleaning.

Mitch sat on the chair and watched me as began to dust the shelves but I knew he was watching my ass as the short Maid’s dress lifted the moment I bent over. I was getting really wet knowing that Mitch was watching my every move as I was bending over and stretching up straight at him, but he continued to sit here staring at me as I went about dusting and when I finished I set up the vacuum cleaner right in front giving him a great view up my dress.

“That will be all for cleaning this afternoon, pack up and return here.” He instructed me.

“At once Master.” I replied.

I quickly placed the vacuum cleaner back in the closet and hurried back to my Master for the next instructions.

“Very good, I require a drink, bring one to me.”

“Yes Master” I replied and entered the kitchen. I return back a few minutes later with the drink.

“Here is your drink Master.” I said as he grabbed the drink.

“I want you to tidy up the desk behind you as I have my drink.” He pointed. The desk was about three meters for where he was sitting and was a great chance for a good perv.

“Yes Master.” I replied turning around to tidy the desk.

Some books and paperwork was scattered across the desk as I tried to neaten the files, forgetting that my dress was revealing everything a book fell off the other side of the desk so I tried to reach to grab it in time but failed. I was now lying across the desk with one leg in the air and no doubt giving Mitch the best view he has ever seen in his life. I stood back up and felt a hand grabbing my ass cheek and the other on my breast. Mitch started licking the back of my neck and moved to canlı bahis siteleri nibble on my ear sending shivers straight down my body. I let out the loud moan as he moved his hands rubbing my whole body.

“I can’t take it anymore, your so hot.” He whispered in my ear while his hand now started rubbing my clit.

He spun me around and we started kissing wildly then I moved down to my knees and undid his pants to free his hard cock. It sprung out as I lowered his pants to the floor. He aimed his cock to my mouth and I opened wide to invite his manhood. I was swallowing his cock very quickly as Mitch was groaning with pleasure, I was down there for a little bit when he lifted me up and placed me on the desk. I raised my dress a little and move my G-string across for him to insert his hard cock into me.

I felt great pleasure as his cock went deep into me then he lifted my legs up causing me to lie back on the desk and continued on. I couldn’t speak he had me under his control I could only respond back by moaning. Mitch was enjoying watching me in this Maid outfit and moaning as he was giving it to me, which got him ready to cum.

“I’m about cum, I’m going to cum!” Mitch announced.

“Me too, give it me I’m…” I let out the loud scream as I cum hard and Mitch right after me. We both stop and was breathing heavily, he pulled out of me and helped me up then he pushed me down to my knees with his hard cock still with both our cum on it.

“Now clean your Master’s cock.” He instructed. I hesitated for a while just looking back at him.

“Didn’t you hear your Master?” he demanded. Giving in to his order I replied back.

“Yes Master.” I started to clean the head then made my way down to his balls.

“Good girl, I think I’ll get use to having a Maid around again.” He said to me as I finished.

“We are going to have so much fun together.” He continued.

“I can’t wait.” I replied back giving him a wink.

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