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One arm locked under his shoulder so he couldn’t spin on her, the other keeping him in a choke hold as she pulled the man backward, off balance and dragged him across the floor, two dozen people staring, wide-eyed at them, some exclaiming with sadistic glee.

Seeing the outright terror on the face of the ONE guy she’d been really interested in, Rachel had her first pang of regret for publishing that book. She laid Chuck down as he tapped out, She whispered “That’s the most basic move in the book, you can’t get out of that?”

Chuck was one of those “stolen valor” guys, who said he’d been in the service but obviously hadn’t seen combat; all bravado and condescension. Everyone knew who he was, an Aussie who spent a lot of time bragging about the firewall software he’d helped develop.

She’d been giving a talk about her self-published book at yet another security convention. The book was on basic security: Bouncing, a bit about technology and hardware, mostly from her nightclub experience with her own illustrations.

Of COURSE she was going to get people testing her. She hadn’t thought Chuck would go that far, though. “You couldn’t take down anyone over 200.” The Australian said under his breath toward the end of the panel, but loud enough for almost everyone to hear it.

“Pounds or Kilos?”

He sneered, “Pounds.”

She eyed him; he was certainly over 200 pounds. She beckoned him toward her. “Ooooo” came from a few people.

“Can I take you down?” She asked.

He smirked, but she could see he was sweating, he pulled out his asp and whipped it to full length “You could NOT take me down, but you can bloody try.”

Now that she had consent, she moved before the last word was out. Like catching frogs at the lake. The asp clattered to the ground and that was that.

He grumbled about “Not supposed to touch people” and “did it wrong” as he stomped out of the room. She imagined they wouldn’t see much of him around after this. When the door shut there was scattered applause, she bowed stiffly, grinning despite the knot of anxiety that settled in her belly.

Rachel preferred hanging out with the techs. A lot of the actual muscle at the conventions were tedious at best, the software guys were easier to deal with. She knew enough to keep up on the conversation but rarely let on unless she caught someone trying to bullshit her or the crowd; even other programmers’ eyes glazed over when an engineer got into minutiae. She made enough at her regular job the book sales were beer money at best. The REAL reason she went to these conventions were the after parties and hopes of finding someone who either didn’t know who she was or wasn’t flat out terrified of her, as an otherwise typical red-blooded security specialist, she had NEEDS.

One of the techs was Briggs. In retrospect he was an expert at being unobtrusive but not quite ignorable. She knew Briggs in passing from the after parties, he was one of the red hat guys who did volunteer security on the side. Often he would just sit on the smallest seat in the room and watch people, interested, curious, but nothing more, he was just relaxing. Occasionally he’d get into loud and boisterous conversation with old friends, but generally kept to himself, people watching.

Looking back it was interesting at a convention where there were at least eight or ten gatherings to choose from he was usually in the same room she was. She’d caught him looking at her a few times and raised her glass, one off-duty security person to another, a nod, that was it. Half the time he had a girl on his lap, though she hadn’t noticed him serving as anything more than furniture in that capacity, keeping the few women’s more persistent suitors at bay, the women had him pegged as one of the “safe” guys.

Hypervigilance being common in the circle, catching him looking at her didn’t even make Rachel’s radar. All this in retrospect of the first incident.

She was behind him as they headed up the stairs, it was about midnight and they were the only ones in the stairwell, he stopped before opening the door. “Hey.” He said quietly.

“Hey.” She paused, thinking it was just a friendly hello. She went to walk past him and a hand landed, palm flat, on the wall next to her head. Blocking her way to the door.

How did I piss Him off? That was a big hand. The artist in her chattered away, admiring the bones and structure of his wrist, the impressive, meaty forearm that advertised he wasn’t JUST another tech.

Open-mouthed she turned to face him, UP to his face, she suddenly realized Briggs was a BIG man, a solid 6’4″ she hadn’t noticed when he was sitting at the parties. His eyes blazed. For a second she thought it was anger, but he loomed over her and his lips curved just slightly, the smoldering gaze from those grey eyes turned her guts to ice.

Well this is new. Rachel’s usual internal alarm system was strangely dormant, but her heart was tuzla escort in overtime.

“Hi.” His smile grew, then his mouth descended on hers.

Oh! Holy shit yes!

She didn’t hesitate or question, she met him, teeth scraping his lower lip, hand clasping the back of his neck, pulling him closer, tongue exploring, his body pressing hers against the wall. Her other hand grabbed his shirt to steady herself. He moaned low in his throat, a dangerous growl of approval that sent a bolt of aching tension through her core. She hummed needy little chirps as they kissed like desperate teenagers.

His other hand found her breast and rolled a nipple under her clothes, she gasped and thrust her hips against him while his lips worked their way hungrily along her jaw. She reached under his shirt and kneaded her fingertips down his back muscles, massaging the velvety granite chords she found there. He threaded his hand into her hair and made a fist, making her gasp.

Oh Gods Her heartbeat thundered in here ears, a tiny rational grain of her terrified that it would take very little persuasion to ride him right there in the stairwell, indecent exposure charges and all.

They heard the door in the stairwell below them open. She withdrew her questing hands, he smoothed her shirt, thumb deliberately caressing her nipple, he pulled the door open and ushered her onto the second floor.

“More later.” He growled quietly and strode down the hall toward the party, she right behind him. The part of her responsible for most of the trouble she had ever been in pulsed needfully.

“That never gets old.” She muttered, it being the first thing that came to mind through a roiling sea of endorphins. WHERE THE FUCK DID THAT COME FROM?! Being the second.

“Heh.” was all he said as he opened the door to the crowded bar. Her body’s need was almost physically painful. She bit the inside of her cheek, ordered a drink and tried to punish her raging libido to a less distracting ebb. She considered heading straight to the bathroom and rubbing one out, but people approached and started talking to her. Briggs mingled as well, occasionally casting sideways glances and a smirk, but not approaching her in the crowd.

She wondered what signals she gave that he took the chance to kiss her, or that his behavior didn’t raise any red flags at all, in fact, she felt irrationally safe near him. Nervous and unsure, yes, but absolutely safe.

As the party started to wane she realized he’d disappeared. She eventually made her way to her room and bed, questioning the next morning if it had really happened. Her lips tingled when she thought about it.

She didn’t see him for three months, again at a convention. He was helping run one of the vendor booths. Nothing save a nod was exchanged until that evening, he was headed toward her in the hall with the ground-eating strides of someone who had somewhere to be, he didn’t look at her, but slowed a little as he approached. “Peach whiskey in the room. 1735.” He said quietly on his way by and slipped a key card into her hand without breaking stride.

She watched him head down the hall -NOT toward the room number he’d given her. She slipped the card into her back pocket and continued toward the lobby.

She visited with other convention goers and was invited up to a publishers’ party. Not wanting to turn that down she went and hung out, asking questions of writers and war journalists for a while, she helped herself to glass of champagne and tried to ignore the anxious tension in her chest and the key card that felt heavy in her jeans.

After about 45 minutes she decided she wasn’t missing much and took the back way to 1735.

She let herself in, the promised whiskey, ice and two tumblers sat on the dresser by the TV. Otherwise there wasn’t much evidence the room was occupied.

She heard a noise from the bathroom and turned. He was topless, wearing just jeans and wiping his face with a towel.

“I was starting to wonder if you would show.”

“Were you waiting?”

“No.” He stepped closer, a self-assured smirk on his face.

She could feel the heat off his chest. Refusing to be intimidated, she stood her ground, just inches away. He smoothed her upper arms, his gaze turned from mild amusement to smoky. He took a deep breath and dropped his hands. “Whiskey?” head tilt, slight eyebrow raise.

She’d been staring at the expanse of pectorals that were at eye level, she closed her mouth and gave a little shake of her head to focus. “Yeah, sure.”

She watched his deltoids move under his skin as he stepped past her and filled the glasses with ice and whiskey nonchalantly. He handed her one, his movements deliberately slowed, posture that of someone offering food to an unfamiliar animal.

She took it with both hands, trying to hide the fact she was trembling a little.

“I wanted to ask you…” He said, taking a sip of his drink.

Oh God here tuzla escort bayan it comes. She felt panic, it was going to be something personal. About her ex or the scars or …. She swallowed and looked over at him, HE looked embarrassed. “Yeah?”

“How did you publish that book?” he was staring at the floor.

The fuck?! “Like what software did I use?”

“Yeah, how did you get it online everywhere?”

She told him. “Were you writing something?”

“Just editing. John wanted me to publish something for him.” His friend and blade vendor. John was clever but a little lost when it came to technology.

“It’s not hard, but find a couple of copy editors. I swear we went over mine about eight times and I’m still finding mistakes.”

He nodded, took a drink.

She realized she hadn’t touched hers and downed half of it in one go. It burned pleasantly. “Oh this is good. You didn’t have to get me drunk for me to answer that, though.”

His demeanor changed completely. “Oh that is NOT why I invited you here.” He smiled slowly, it became a full malicious grin.

She matched it. “Really? So, Briggs, why did you invite me here?” She took another drink and put it on the dresser, he set his down and stepped closer. My God those shoulders.

“I think you know why, Rachel.”

“I kinda don’t.” She said dumbly. The torso she’d been admiring filled her vision. Suddenly he was very, very close. Her hand traveled, unbidden, to the middle of his chest, she ran her fingers through the hair there, it was surprisingly soft.

“Oh you do.” His index finger curled under her chin and tilted her head up. He leaned in to kiss her and she was lost. Lips, tongue, teeth, hungry, desperate, needy, her fist clenched in his chest hair and she used it to keep her balance, briefly wondering if he was self-conscious about it.

He moaned helplessly, his arms coming around her and crushing her to him. She caught herself panting with need. “Gods.” she said pulling back and meeting his fiery gaze with her own pleading one.

He stepped back and climbed onto the bed, holding out a massive hand. There was a moment of stillness and she followed, crawling up and straddling him, grinding against his jeans, massaging his shoulders and meeting his lips again. His growl sent her blood running hot, she quelled the urge to attack him like a starving lion.

He pulled her shirt out of her jeans, running his hands up bare skin slowly, kneading her breasts, gently rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger, causing her to gasp and whimper against his mouth. He growled again, this time with intent, pulling her shirt over her head. She raised her arms complacently and he tossed it on the floor, her gaze captivated by his chest as he worked the clasp on her bra, she tossed that off once he had it.

Gods. Oh Gods. So much man. So much. She gave into her desire to be in full contact, her lips and teeth went to work on his neck, his chest rising, silky and rough at the same time under hers. He gasped.

“Rachel.”

“Mmm.” her tongue flicked his ear.

He swallowed; “Rachel I’m wearing too many clothes.”

She whispered “You are.”

“Let me…”

She swung her leg over and was off of him. Feeling self-conscious, she stepped off the bed and removed the rest of her clothing, heard his jeans hit the floor and turned, schooling herself to be still and exposed.

Naked. Both naked. They stared.

Those hip bones, the muscular thighs, the way the tendons in his hands and forearms jumped as he gripped the covers. He had more scars than she did, longer, deeper. Her eyes moved to the goods. Mostly hard, resting to one side between his hip and his belly. Not huge, not for his body size. Perfect.

She shuddered thinking that was minutes away from rubbing the exact spot that needed it right now. She had to look twice: Circumcised. How interesting. He must be older than she’d thought.

He met her gaze, one eyebrow lifting, a question. He swallowed nervously. “Well?”

Now what? She smirked, realizing he was more curious about what she thought of him than any visible anomalies she had. “Well.” She pointedly looked him over. Puppy eyes? Puppy eyes. Such range. “Hello, Briggs.” She took a huge breath, he looked uncertain and a little scared. She shook her head, suppressing a grin and scanning his form again, then back to those eyes, “May I?” Climb all over that sexy body.

He spread his arms, palms toward her, in invitation.

Moth to a flame. She approached to one side, massaging his offered hand, working her way up, getting closer, fingers working the muscles in his upper arm, then she straddled him again, high enough up his torso he couldn’t spear her, kneading his shoulders and moving down to his chest. God it’s like straddling a picnic table. Her hands roved over him in wonder, this creature, heart beating, chest rising beneath her hands. She smiled contentedly.

His escort tuzla hand maneuvered between her legs, fingers making a pass at her, once, twice then slowly working their way in, she squirmed. He’s good at this. Her breath came in little pants as his fingers found wonderful tight tingly places inside her.

After too short a time he pulled away, she let out a disappointed whine.

His face glowed with mischievous accomplishment, “Wanna go for a ride?” One eyebrow arched, grey eyes blazed. He reached for a condom on the nightstand.

Where’d that come from? “Yes. Yes please.”

He grinned.

She swung off of his belly and knelt at his side, taking the little packet from him, using the opportunity to brush her fingers against his and run her middle finger up his palm. She was rewarded with the tiniest of impatient growls.

She opened the package with her teeth, reaching for his cock with her other hand. Hmm. He wasn’t fully hard. This wasn’t going to work. She worked it a little, his eyes smoldered, that look making her heart pound. Only one thing for it, she leaned over him “May I?”

“Hell yes.” He trembled slightly. Her tongue circled the head once, an intake of breath, his arms tensed. She took it in, putting pressure on the vein with her tongue as she did so, sucked hard. Now a dilemma, keep going or put the condom on and … Who the hell am I kidding?! Be a little selfish, Rachel.

She went down once, twice, tasting copper and salt and hey presto, a mast hard dick just for he…rrr Holy shit he got big. She took him into her mouth again as far as she could, then up, rolled the thing on, fingers circling him firmly, pushing it down.

She swung a leg over, moving him to her core with her hand, circling, seeking, then down, in, he was sheathed. Sensation blazed into her like a freshly lit torch.

Heads thrown back, both moaning. He gripped her thighs, she put her hands over his and rocked her hips.

Grinding, harder, find the spot… he lifted to meet her.

“Oh GAWWWD.” Her jaw trembled and her voice broke.

“Oh yeah.” He whispered. “Fuck me Rachel.”

She moved on him, rocking, grinding, he met her, she squirmed to hit that spot… She bit her lip when she caught herself making little mewling noises. Closer…. Her thighs burned with the strain.

In a sudden move he was up, she was on her back, one leg over his shoulder and he was thrusting into her, rough, his gaze distant, determined. Gravelly, low noises emanating from his chest. His shoulders shifted and tensed, his massive form looming over her with brutal, focused intent, his eyes blazed hungrily.

She threw her head back, her other leg wrapped around his waist and she focused everything on her center.

Her core sang. She gripped the bed and shifted just a little, arching into him THERE.

The spiral started, spread like frost through her with each thrust, wresting control to the most primal threads of her system until everything was alight from toes to scalp.

“I’m going to come now.” She whimpered, it sounded far away. Her heel on his back pulled him closer, he increased speed and she was shuddering, clenching, crying out as her hungry sheath milked him and the rest of her body twitched and rolled under him, “Don’t stop yet.” her voice hoarse, straining.

He sped his pace, releasing a determined, satisfied growl, nails digging into her thighs, “Ready?”

Lost in the first wave of orgasm, she managed “Uunnh.” Legs and hips trying to bring him closer as he pulled back, slammed into her one last time and they were both there.

Pumping into her, a slave to his own body, mouth open, eyes rolled back, he let out a soft roar that sounded like he’d been wounded.

She continued to shudder, grip, claw, whine low in her throat. Just when she thought it was over he’d twitch and another wave would hit, he grew soft inside her, yet his thumb went to her now oversensitive clit, she cried out in surprise and shock. Too much! Too much! Simultaneously bucking her hips and trying to squirm away from that damn thumb. “Stop it!” She gapsed. “Staaaahhhp!” She grabbed his wrist and dug her nails in. He chuckled fiendishly but he did pull his hand away.

They stayed locked together as orgasm ebbed, catching their breath. She absently stroked his forearms, still twitching occasionally. He watched, fascinated, wearing a close-lipped accompished smirk.

He pulled out cautiously and flopped onto his back. He delicately removed the condom and dropped it on the trash can by the bed, she moved to all fours, head down, trembling, panting.

An eyebrow raised and he put his hand out. She shakily crawled over and curled against him, head on his shoulder, arm across his chest, stroking it weakly, still giving the occasional shudder.

“You OK?” He rumbled, his tone amused.

She nodded, gave him a thumbs up, then an index finger at the ceiling, gimme a minute, you monster.

Finally she relaxed completely, sated and content, possibly for the first time in years. Safe. “How did you know?”

He looked down at her, hesitated, nuzzled the top of her head. “Know what?”

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Er öffnete mir die Tür zum Fond und da saß sie. Einer Göttin gleich… Andrea.Lange blonde gelockte Haare, 166cm groß, geschätzte 50kg, schlank und C Titten.Sie hatte nicht viel an… einen weißen String, weißen BH und ein sehr luftiges löchriges Top. Mir schwoll beim Anblick schon der Schwanz. Andrea grinste und bat mich rein. Ein Küsschen links, ein Küsschen rechts und dann ein Kuss auf den Mund.Die pendik escort Begrüßung gefiel mir schon mal.Ich setzte mich zu ihr und Heinz stieg auf den Fahrersitz. Er startet den Motor und fuhr los.Andrea und ich fingen an uns zu unterhalten. Über alltägliche Dinge.Ich bemerkte aber, wie sich Andreas Hand auf meinen Schenkel legte und langsam nach oben glitt. Gemeinsam zogen Andrea und ich meine Shorts und meinen Boxer runter. Mein Schwanz fand sich sogleich in ihrer Hand wieder. Ohne unser Gespräch zu unterbrechen wichste Andrea meinen Kolben hart. Das war bislang noch nichtmal ihrem Heinz aufgefallen.Erst als ich Andrea das Top und den BH auszog, hing er mit einem Auge immer am Rückspiegel.Meine Hände glitten über Andreas Körper und kneteten ihr herrlichen Brüste. Vor allem die gepiercten Nippel wurden verwöhnt.Und so bildete sich schnell ein Fleck auf Andreas String.Plötzlich stoppte Heinz und wir waren wieder am Treffpunkt im Wald angekommen.Er drehte sich um, grinste und schaute uns zu.Andrea und ich fingen an zu Knutschen. Meine Hände glitten wieder über ihren Körper und ihre Hände wichsten meinen Kolben.Irgendwie hatte ich auf einmal ihren String in der Hand und warf ihn in eine Ecke des Busses.Andrea ließ sich nach hinten kippen und machte es sich gemütlich.Ich küsste sie dann… erst auf den Mund… dann auf die Brüste…. den Bauch…. escort pendik eine Schauer durchlief ihren Körper… und schließlich ihre Muschi.Ich schleckte durch ihre Muschi und kostete den Geschmack… herrlich.Meine Zunge glitt über und durch ihre Schamlippen. Ein erster Schmatzer auf ihre Klit ließ Andrea erbeben. Also machte ich genau da weiter.Bis sich auf einmal ihr Rücken durchbeugte und ein spitzer Schrei aus ihren Lippen kam.Andrea zog mich nach oben und küsste mich innig.Heinz räusperte sich. “Könnte ich ein paar Fotos von Euch machen?”Ich schaute Andreas verdattert an. Sie grinste und zwinkerte mir zu. Also nickte ich nur und Heinz zückte eine Kamera.Andreas zog mich zu sich und kniete sich vor mich. Die Kamera klickte und Andrea nahm meinen Prügel in ihren Mund. Ihre zarten Lippen und ihre weiche Zunge verwöhnten meinen Schwengel und ließen ihn hart werden.”Andreas, könntest Du Deine Eichel bei Andrea durch die Möse ziehen und so tun als ob Du eindringst?”Ich nickte und griff in meine Hose um ein Kondom hervorzunehmen. Heinz und Andrea winkten ab… “Nicht für diese Fotos…”Also setzte ich mich hin und Andrea stieg auf meinen Schoß. Ich rieb meine Eichel an ihren Schamlippen, durch den Spalt und genoß ihre Feuchtigkeit.Auf einmal spürte ich, wie meine Eichel in Andreas Möse eintauchte. Heinz ließ die Kamera klicken….Und pendik escort bayan schwupps…. hatte sich Andrea meinen Kolben ganz einverleibt.”Ey, Andrea. Das war so nicht geplant…” kam von Heinz.”Halt den Mund und mach Fotos” erwiderte Andrea und die Diskussion war beendet.Andrea fing an mich zu reiten. 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Und wie. 7, 8 mal pumpte ich mein Sperma in ihre Fotze.Andreas Möse verkrampfte sich und nach ein paar Sekunden sank sie nach hinten auf meine Brust.Ich packte ihre Brüste und knetete sie.Wir küssten uns und langsam lief die Soße aus ihrer Möse auf meinen Schoß.”Heinz, gib uns mal die Zigarre” kam der Befehl von AndreaAndrea nahm die Tabakrolle entgegen und steckte sie mir in den Mund. “Bitte Anrauchen, der Herr” kam von ihr und das Feuerzeug schnippte auf.Ich tat ihr den Gefallen und rauchte sie an.Da sie immer noch auf mir saß und ich in ihr steckte, reichte ich ihr von hinten die Zigarre”Ich hab ja noch nie…” sprach es und machte einen Zug.Wir teilten uns die Zigarre und Heinz machte zerknirscht Fotos.Nach einer dreiviertel Stunde trennten sich Andrea und ich. Nach einem Kuss für Andrea und einem Handschlag für Heinz fuhr ich nach Hause. Andrea und ich waren uns sicher… wir treffen uns wieder.

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She was new to the apartment complex. He had seen her move in, and noticed the small amount of furniture and boxes, wondering if it could be real that a woman might be a minimalist like himself. She was cute too. She had auburn chestnut hair that fell just below her shoulders and had a bouncy wave to it, and lightly tanned skin and a petite, yet full figure. She was probably just over 5 feet he guessed, having seen her next to others he knew in the complex, but her full c cup breasts and well cushioned ass accentuated the curve of her little waist even more. He’d imagined his hands wrapped around her waist, among her other parts several times in the few weeks she’d been there. She was a hot little number he’d like to tag for sure. He just had to figure out how to get the opportunity.

As far as he could tell, her type was quite a bit different than him. Jake thought himself to be kind of unremarkable. He wasn’t ugly or anything, but not terribly tall, just brown curly hair and regular brown eyes, and a little overweight. He dressed casually, but maintained his appearances. He tried to work with what he was, and felt he did ok, but was pretty certain he couldn’t compete with the 6 foot, blond hair, blue eyed, built guy that had been coming and going for the last few days from her apartment.

He was daydreaming about the curves of her body some more from his balcony when the knock on his door startled him.

“Holy shit!” he whispered. To his amazement, it was her he saw standing in his door peephole.

He already had a semi from the daydreaming, but at the mere sight of her behind his door, he was fully erect. He adjusted himself the best he could and flattened out his shirt tail to obscure the bulge and opened the door. Since it was the end of a very warm summer, she was in a little strapless purple sun dress, the top obviously stretched to its limit, the bottom fluttering in the hot breeze, inching its way up her thigh. She gave it a quick grab to keep her goodies from being exposed.

“Hey” he said trying to sound cool and collected.

“Hi” she said shyly, “I’m Sabrina. I’m new here, only been a few weeks, and I -“

“I know, I’m Jake. Errr, I’m sorry, finish your sentence…” he said sheepishly.

“No it’s ok. It’s nice to meet you Jake. I’ve seen you around, and I noticed today while you were on your balcony that you have a nice big umbrella. And I was wondering where you got it. I haven’t been able to find one anywhere around, and I like to have plenty of shade to read outside in the afternoons…”

She was still talking, but he hardly heard anything she said after it clicked that she said she noticed him on his balcony…what did that mean? She couldn’t possibly really be interested in him, but the freaking umbrella came from Wal-Mart! Her eyes were a gorgeous shade of green, and they crinkled in the corners when she smiled, and that smile, oh just a little bit crooked, and it was just a little coy, like she was flirting…no…But… Ok, rationalizing this right now was not a good idea especially since she had stopped talking and was now waiting for an answer, except he had no idea what answers he was supposed bursa escort to give…

“Uh Wal-Mart?” He kind of guessed at an answer, “B-but I got it at the end of last season…?” There was a confused look on her face.

*Craaaaaap…*

“I’m sorry, what was your last question? I missed it.”

“Oh, I was kind of asking if there were usually any parties or something going on over the weekend since it’s a holiday. I’d like to get to meet people since I’m new…which you already knew…Um but yeah, maybe if you or someone, were going to have a thing…maybe I could crash…or something…maybe.”

“O-oh, yeah. Me and my friends kind of get together a couple times a month. But, uh, we’re just a bunch of guys…beer, belching, and tons of off color humor…you probably wouldn’t be interested in all that. Not to mention video games…you know, ’cause sometimes it’s necessary to shoot something…” she giggled, and he could swear she fluttered her eyelashes.

“Sounds like fun! So Saturday? Like 8ish?”

“Seriously?! Yeah sure. Bring your own drink; I’ve only got new ca-“

“New castle? One of my favorites! Should I bring a case?”

“Seriously?! Ok yeah. Oh and you can bring your boyfriend too if ya want, I’m sure you-“

“What boyfriend?” She asked perplexed…”Oh you mean Scott? He’s my baby brother! My mom sent him over to help me paint and get set up. He comes over ’cause I let him play video games half the time while I do the work. He needs out of the house before he starts his next term.”

*YES!*

“Oh, well, ok. He can come too!” he was trying not to grin.

“Ok, see ya!” and she winked at him. He leaned ever so slightly out of the door…he hated to see her go, but he loved to watch her leave. Her ass had a certain sway under that little dress. Had to be a thong, there were no panty lines. Damn! She was hot!

Saturday came, and 8 o’clock took forever to come around. He was so focused on the clock and when or if she’d show, he couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn in “blink” with his boys, who were bustin’ his stones horribly. They were in the middle of another round of “you suck” when there was a knock at the door. He nearly knocked over the entire coffee table in his nervous rush. He got a grip as he walked to the door. Damn, wood again at the mere thought of her at his door… He opened the door, and there she was, hair in a messy ponytail, dangly earrings caressing her neck, button up silky blouse, with just 3 buttons keeping those beautiful perky breasts barely covered, and exposing her belly button. He was pretty sure her bra was the same shade of green as her eyes. Skinny jeans clinging to every gorgeous curve of her hips and thighs, and oh yeah, those were definitely “fuck me” heels if he had ever seen any!

“Am I dressed ok!” she asked, double checking and pulling her shirt closed, looking a little embarrassed.

“You look delicious” he mumbled. “I mean, yes, you look great, fine, great, perfect!” She looked relieved and he could see her breathe again. “Where’s your little brother, um Scott, right?”

“Oh, I’m a big girl, and he’s my little brother…he bursa escort bayan doesn’t need to know what his big sister does on her free tim,e” and she winked at him again as she floated past him through his door. He spun around to watch her ass, which looked even better in those heels and jeans.

*Just when I thought wood couldn’t get any harder* he thought to himself.

It was getting late and the boys were winding down into drunken slurs and passing out on the floor. She had brought her case of beer, and held her own, mostly, with the best of their foolishness and even started beating them at a couple of video games. The boys had practically polished off her case along with his, but he had barely polished off 3 beers, with the notion that if he landed her, he would need to be in peak condition. It was likely just a daydream, but it was a good one that kept him with plenty of personal solitary inspiration in his down time. He excused himself for just a few moments, to pump up the “A” game and get ready to turn on the charm. He was just about to walk out of his room, when she poked her head around the door frame.

“Watcha doin”” she said chattily, as she crossed the room towards him, stepping out of her heels.

“Oh ya know nothing really” he said, feeling his pulse starting to rise the closer she got. By the time she got in front of him, she was down to one button on her shirt. He could see her nipples poking through the lace of her green bra. She stood in front of him and began unbuttoning his shirt. He watched her, as she bit her lower lip, and peeked up at him.

“Is this ok” she whispered.

“Way ok” he whispered back.

She gazed up at him, and he bent in slowly and kissed her softly, and she kissed back. He held her face and caressed her cheek, as she finished his buttons. He kissed her again, long and slow, then kissed her cheek, kissed her neck, kissed her chest. That one last button popped open with the quick twist of his fingers and he slid it off her shoulders and down to the floor, exposing her perfect breasts and the rest of her lightly tanned skin. His mouth traveled to her lace covered nipples. With each little flick, each little nibble, he could hear her breath become faster. His hands traveled down her shoulders, unhooking her bra, and then down her back. She slid out of her bra, and he leaned back to take her all in. Her hair fell just across her eyes and he slid it back behind her ear and kissed her again deeply. She let out a small sigh.

*She’s so mine* he thought to himself.

Just then, her hands traveled down his shoulders, and chest, straight to his belt. She nibbled at his lip and tongue, sucking and licking

*I bet she gives good head* is what he was thinking when he realized his pants and boxers were now at his ankles, and somehow, so were hers. Yep – little green thong to match the bra and her eyes… She kissed her way down his chest, taking care to cuddle in his chest hair a little, then down his stomach, and stopping just shy of cock, which was rock solid now. She spun around grabbing his hands and directing him all over her body, while she wriggled her ass escort bursa against his rod. He kissed her nape of her neck while he lightly twisted her nipples between his fingers. She sighed a little louder. One hand slid down her side and over her hip, and then into her panties. She sighed even louder. Just as his finger grazed into what he found to be a small patch of hair, she spun around again, pushed him onto his bed and immediately took all of him into her mouth. She caressed the base and his balls while her mouth and tongue danced all over the head of his cock. He let out an “aaaaahhhh, yeah” and she worked harder, up and down, sucking more and more, her tongue wriggling around playing with the tip of him. He moaned louder, and she worked harder and faster and sucking harder and faster.

*Good god she knows what she’s doing* he thought. He started breathing harder, he grabbed a handful of her hair and she sucked even harder and faster. He was panting, almost there, and she stopped. He looked up just in time to see her slide her panties over her hips.

“I’ve been waiting for this since I moved in,” she said and she was on top of him, sliding her hot wet pussy onto his hard cock. She slid every inch of him as far as she could take him and moaned. She started rocking ever so slightly back and forth, he could feel her pussy flexing ever so slightly around his cock. She leaned down and flicked his lips with her tongue, her breasts brushing against his chest. His hands slid down her sides and grabbed her ass and squeezed, she moaned again. She started a slow up and down motion, squeezing as she took him in each time. He buried his face in her breasts, sucking and licking her nipples. She moaned louder each time and began to bounce faster and harder. He watched her as she bounced on top of him, her breasts in rhythm with each pound she took in. He could tell she was getting close by her panting and there was no way he was going to let her go now. He sat up swiftly and wrapped his arm around her. In one swift motion he scooped her off him and onto the bed on her stomach. She squeaked and giggled, but there was no protest.

Her ass was now in the air, taunting him, inviting him…her pussy wet and pink from the pounding it had already taken. He gave her cheek a quick smack and she yipped, but still no protest. He gave it a bite, and still no protest. He drew his body up behind her, his cock rubbing her from her clit to her back door, spreading her juices. His thumb teasing her rim ever so gently. She moaned some more. He opted to not go there just yet, although he was dying to fuck her luscious round ass. He was about to enter her swollen hole again when he heard “Go for it, fuck my ass baby.”

He immediately followed her instruction. She had a tight ass and he slid fast into her, pounding hard. She groaned with thrust after thrust, taking him in deeper and deeper. He pulled her by the hips harder and faster onto him each time until he could hardly take it any longer. Her body tightened and she gasped one last time and he knew she was cumming. At that very moment she tightened in a hard orgasm around his cock he let it go and popped hard in her hot ass.

They fell into a panting, sweaty heap.

“Damn! I’ve been waiting weeks for that!” he said.

She swatted at him.

“What took you so long?! Like I didn’t know they sold umbrellas in Wal-Mart!”

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*** This story is a continuation on Aphrodisiac Transformation, Parts one, two and three. Don’t worry though, it stands alone without needing to read the others, unless you want to! It would help to know that this chapter and the previous one take place on a cruise ship, where an ancient and effective aphrodisiac powder has been sprinkled into the desert and coffee. Its effect is primarily on females, God bless their lovely soles. I urge you to read it with a loved one and watch the fireworks start. Please see my note after the story and by all means, enjoy! *** FitofJealousy

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Jimmy Green didn’t want to bring his wife’s sister, Adrienne, or Addy as they called her, on this cruise. He was looking forward to some much needed and well deserved down-time with his wife, and had relaxation punctuated with plenty of sex in mind.

But no matter, Ginger wanted to bring her sister, and get her over her latest “heart ache,” Richard Steel. Rich was a pretty descent guy, Jimmy thought. Smart, funny, and of course, very successful. Just the type Addy always went for. And why not? She was a nice looking woman – very nice looking. Not as voluptuous as Ginger, but very attractive.

She could be a hell of a lot more attractive if she’s give up the conservative clothes and the ‘better than thou’ attitude, Jimmy smirked to himself.

The most relationship-damaging part of that attitude was her perception of sex as something dirty, something that should only be done by husband and wife to create children. As much as he liked her, there was only so much of that shit Richard could take and then, like all the rest of the clean cut corporate suits and professionals Addy had dated, he was on his was to greener pastures without looking back. Addy, of course, was devastated and could not figure out what went wrong. Was she not attractive, desirable company? Smart, assertive, ambitious – the ideal trophy wife? A life partner and mother?

‘It’s the sex, stupid,’ Jimmy thought every time she tearfully explained another breakup to her sympathetic sister.

Ginger, like Jimmy, loved every aspect of sex. Loved to be fucked hard, loved to have her pussy sucked, her nipples squeezed. Ginger loved a good, hard cock in her mouth. When the timing was right and the liquor flowing, she even loved to have her ass reamed by my big one. As for Addy, Ginger knew the problems, of course, but respected her sister’s differences and just hoped Adrienne would find a like-minded man soon.

After dinner, the three of them retired to their rooms. Jimmy and Ginger, hopefully, to have some quick, sweaty sex. Addy to refresh herself for a little while, perhaps read a chapter of her latest book on finance. Then they’d all meet up on deck later for a stroll and to listen to the band over late-night cocktails – that was the plan.

On the way back to her room, Ginger felt her pussy start to tingle a bit. She blinked her eyes hard a few times, just as she saw her sister do, and her head seemed to clear a little from its mini-stupor. ‘Got to watch those rich foods,’ she thought. ‘Too much sugar.’

By the time they got back to their room though, Ginger felt herself breathing a little harder. Her pussy was buzzing more noticeably and her nipples, thick and erect now, were starting to tingle as well. She hadn’t had that much to drink, and didn’t quite know why she felt so…frisky. Jimmy went into the bathroom to grab a quick shower. He was singing in there, oblivious to the condition his wife was in, unaware of her quickly mounting desperation.

Ginger felt herself starting to lose control somehow. She began to perspire just a little, feeling her lower back get damp. One of the last clear thoughts she had was to check on her sister, who could be reached through the adjoining door, and see if she was at all effected the same way. She knocked on the small door. Curiously getting no response, she turned the handle and found it unlocked. Turning the door, she walked through and received the shock of a lifetime.

As soon as Ginger walked in, she knew that something was amiss. The room lights were low, not at all optimum for reading, and – that smell. The room purely reeked of the unmistakable aroma of vaginal fluid – pussy juice. Looking straight ahead, Ginger saw that Addy was on her bed, her naked body laying across the pillows which where strewn about as though a fight or robbery had taken place.

She could clearly see the middle finger of her sister’s left hand furiously pumping in and out of her pussy. Looking closer, Ginger saw the juices just flowing out of her. Rivulets of liquid rolling down the inside of her thighs, wetting the sheets. Addy’s other hand was squeezing her nipple and rolling it between her fingers.

Ginger stared, speechless. For one thing, she hadn’t seen her sister’s naked body in many years. She couldn’t believe how gorgeous it had become. Slender and tight, with long, tan runner’s legs. bursa escort Just lovely. Her tummy was flat and toned. And her breasts, which were barely noticeable in her conservative attire, were larger and much rounder and fuller than they appeared, with dark brown quarter-size nipples. Overall, she had the figure of a model or professional female athlete.

It was her sister’s eyes that threw her, though. They seemed – otherworldly. Instead of their usual lovely, subdued blue color and look of complete control, they burned a bright blue, simmering with a fiery, desperate animal look. It was a look that indicated – clearly – that Addy had indeed lost control, too.

Although Ginger’s first response to what she saw was shock and surprise, the second emotion was quite different. She didn’t see the writhing, sweating, masturbating woman on the bed as her sister, but as an object of incredible desire and attraction. She could feel the sweat forming on her forehead and neck.

Her own pussy went from moist, to damp, to dripping wet. Her legs began to tremble, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to stand much longer. And the worst part was, she couldn’t explain it at all. She was so overwhelmed that she forgot to close the cabin door, and made her way unsteadily towards the bed.

Addy looked up at Ginger with a helpless expression. “I don’t know why…” she stammered. “I’ve never even touched myself before, Ginny. I’m just feeling so, so incredibly aroused that I have to…try and put it out…”

“I understand, Addy,” Ginger replied, taking a position next to her sister on the bed. “I feel the same way and I…don’t know why either.” It was then that Ginger surprised them both. She reached out and took Addy’s other nipple between her fingers, squeezing and pulling on it.

“Oh God…pleeeze,” Addy moaned, sounding just the way she did as a child when they would wrestle on the living room floor and Ginger, stronger and faster, would pin her arms and sit on them, torturing her with tickling. “I’m already so…oh no…please help me cum, Ginny…MAKE me cum.”

Ginger had never touched another women before, but she sure as hell knew how Jimmy made her cum hard when she was this hot. She rubbed her index finger in Addy’s steaming pussy juices, then rubbed it around her sister’s anus, wetting it for a small journey. Addy was moaning and shaking. Her mouth was wide open, but no words were emerging.

Then Addy smelled it, the female juices leaking out of her sister. The effect of that smell had a primitive effect on her somehow. It went into her nose and directly into her arousal nerve center, bypassing thought, logic and intelligence. Yes, the smell of her sister’s pussy juices drove Addy totally over the edge and past the point of no return.

Ginger could sense her sister’s apex of arousal. Perhaps it was a sister connection, something in the genes. Perhaps it was a woman’s perspective, guessing what another female might be feeling. More likely, it was one impossibly horny girl knowing that another had hit the wall and was ready to do anything.

Ginger took her wet, lubricated finger and plunged it into Addy’s welcome ass. Addy’s eyes opened wide for a moment in…was it shock? No. Almost immediately, they half-closed as the sensation hit with the strength and violence of a tropical storm. Her hips began to gyrate and then buck, her ass actually leaving the bed and then crashing down again. She was rubbing her pussy with ferocious energy.

“Ohh Gg…Oh Ggg…Goddddd!” she blurted out, her lips quivering along with the rest of her body, which was being wracked by an orgasm such as she had never experienced before. In fact, Addy never knew that such a feeling was possible…that it even existed.

“Fucking Adrienne,” Jimmy said to himself, drying off as he exited the shower and grabbed his towel, “I don’t know why I let Ginger talk me into letting her come along. She’s suck a damn bore, such a stick in the mud.” Jimmy was drying his balls now, his thick cock beginning to rise on its own in anticipation of putting the wood to his strikingly lovely wife.

“She looks good, I’ll give her that,” he continued, angry at Addy and yet attracted to her at the same time. “What a colossal waste of a nice looking lady. What she needs is a good fuck – and good hard cock in her – but she’d never let that happen, never even admit to it. What a fucking waste,” he repeated as he shook his head.

Walking into the bedroom from the bathroom naked, Jimmy was disappointed to see that Ginger wasn’t there. He wondered where she would have gone. Hearing a noise, he looked up to see that the adjoining cabin door was open. Moving closer to the door, Jimmy thought he heard Adrienne crying.

“Just fucking great,” he thought. “ Not only is she wasting her time coming on this ‘pleasure cruise’, she’s fucking up our good time too, singing the blues to her sister, when I should have my cock stuck in her right about now. bursa escort bayan Fuck it, I’m going to shut the door. I don’t care if ‘Mary Poppins’ sees me naked. Let her get a good long look at what she’s missing. Let her…”

Jimmy stopped at the door and did a double take, shocked beyond speech.

His Ginny was lying naked with her sister, using three fingers of her left hand like a rip saw, easily moving in and out of her sisters pussy, while with her right hand she rubbed her own dripping box. What was most eerie, though, was the girls’ eyes, filled with what appeared to be a combination of desperation and…raw lust. They didn’t flinch for a minute at being discovered, didn’t slow down for a second.

Jimmy was astounded, dumbstruck. This was perhaps the hottest, most erotic thing he’d ever seen, and he just couldn’t believe who was doing it. Addy. Stuck up, puritanical, prudish Addy. Oh, and one more thing. He wanted in.

Jimmy walked in and assumed control without a peep of protest from the frolicking sisters. He lay Ginny on the bed and positioned Addy above her, so that Ginny was lapping greedily at Addy’s pussy. Jimmy got on top of Ginny and placed his cock at the entrance to her tunnel. As he began to lick Addy’s already moist asshole, he let his pole slide into his wife’s slick hole, eliciting a heavy gasp from her.

“Yeah that’s it, oooh,” she sighed, “let me have it, honey. Fill me up with your beautiful cock.”

Jimmy gladly obliged, rhythmically fucking his wife’s pussy while his tongue lavished attention on Addy’s lovely anus. He licked around the clean hole in circles, then flicked his tongue in the loosened crevice, finally, using it like a small penis and entering her sphincter with it.

“Mmm, yes,” Addy whined, “Oh God that feels so good, Jimmy, keep it up. “I’ve always…” she confessed, “always wanted to be with you.” Jimmy was flattered to hear it, but he wasn’t surprised. He wondered how Ginny would react, not realizing that she was much too horny to care.

Underneath Jimmy, Ginny began her own ascent into climax, beginning to buck uncontrollably as her husband’s cock stretched her already quivering pussy. As though someone was turning up the heat, the feeling came over her stronger, ever stronger, until she shook and moaned in a stunning peak.

“Oh Ggggdddd…” she wailed. “I’m cum…cumming…so fucking…hard…baby.” Ginny’s hips slammed up and down with lighting speed, her mouth wide open and her eyelids fluttering.

When her gyrations subsided, Jimmy wasted no time. ‘This is rich’, he thought, as he stared at Addy’s ass, which quite frankly was gorgeous. He didn’t take time to ponder what was causing this bizarre behavior. No, he was not one to over-think a good thing. He looked over at her and saw her remarkably nice tits hanging below her chest, her flat stomach firm and taught. It was a lovely sight. He pulled his pulsating cock out of his wife. It was slick and shiny from her juices, the blue veins protruding like small serpants. Placing it at the opening of Addy’s asshole, his held onto her hips and let it rip. It slid into her tight, velvety virgin sheath easier than he would have thought possible.

Addy’s senses took a moment to adjust to the magnitude of this foreign stimulation. It sent bolts of pleasure and pain throughout her body in equal installments. Proof positive that a little pain, when not accompanied by blood or intense discomfort, can be a good thing. A really good thing. Within moments, she had adjusted to the feeling, which was making her nipples itch and her neck tingle, and was pushing her ass back against his ramrod cock.

“I…I…” she stammered, each of his thrusts impacting her entire body, making her tingle and glow.

“Yes darling?” Jimmy replied, mocking her only slightly.

“I…love it – don’t stop, Jimmy – don’t stop!” She turned back to look at him, her blue eyes as vibrant as a laser beam, melting Jimmy like an ice cream cone in the Nevada desert. He’d never seen eyes so full of unabated lust, not even on Ginny. “Fuck my ass, Jimmy, fuck it, darling. Take that big cock of your and do some damage. This is what I’ve always wanted, Jimmy, for you to violate me. So fuck my ass and make me cum.”

“You got it, baby cakes,” Jimmy replied obediently, increasing the pace. Below him, Ginny began to alternate licking Addy’s impossibly swollen pussy lips and tonguing her husband’s balls and asshole. When she got it good and wet, Ginny stuck the tip of her pinkie in Jimmy’s anus. It set off a chain reaction so explosive, it might have rocked the ship, if it weren’t rocking anyway. And the sea was calm.

Jimmy began to fuck Addy’s ass with even greater speed and force. Addy grunted and moaned in increasingly louder cycles. Though it seemed like longer, in reality it didn’t last more than a minute or two. Addy began to scream her impending orgasm.

“I’m cumming…I’m…Oh God in heaven this is so intense, escort bursa this is…too intense, I can’t take it…I’m…Oh Jimmy…fuck meeee…” Addy’s mouth was stuck in the open position, her head shaking and her eyes rolled up so high they were nearly white – like she was possessed. The orgasm rocked her hard.

Then Jimmy felt it, the first signs of his imminent ejaculation. That incredible feeling that begins so innocently, and ends with volcanic fervor. It started as a warm, tingly vibration in his tummy, then quickly spread and intensified, giving him that overall feeling of well-being that is the hallmark of climax. In the final stages of course, it marshaled all of its energy and shot like a laser beam out of his balls and through his stiff shaft.

“I’m gonna cum too, Addy…here I cum…”

Jimmy took his hands off of her hips and pulled his cock out just seconds before the first blast. Pumping his cock with his hand, he shot thick streams of white cream first onto Addy’s upper back, then onto her lower back and ass, where it pooled and then dripped like a small stream from her lower ass, down the crack and eventually onto the lovely gray Egyptian cotton sheets.

The three related lovers huddled together, panting and sweating from their gymnastics. It was Addy who spoke first.

“I don’t know what…what’s come over me. I’ve never…done anything like that in my life, Jimmy. Ginger, you know that.” And yet, before she could even coordinate her thoughts to put into words, before she could even begin to comprehend what had just happened, the feeling began to unmercifully build again within her and Ginger.
Her nipples began to harden and a faint tingle buzzing began deep within her groin.

‘Oh, no,’ she thought momentarily. Though the smile that began to form on her lips betrayed anything but reluctance. If nature was turning her into some kind of whore, she was at least enjoying the ride.

“I don’t know either, Addy.” Jimmy replied. “But I don’t think you’ll have boyfriend trouble any more.”

“Don’t need one anymore,” Addy said in a smoky voice, turning to Jimmy and kissing his neck, as she reached over and fondled her sister’s nipple.

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Marine Lieutenant Mark Capshaw hadn’t seen his beloved wife in over a year. Overseas duty was tough on any marriage, and his was no different. He’d read the letters from Maggie, knew how lonely she was. But serving his country was important, too, and he loved the Marines. Loved the discipline, loved the challenges, loved the honor of serving his country. When he was off base in uniform, he took no small measure of pride at the admiring glances he received from admiring women and men alike. He was a U.S. Marine officer, the best his country could produce, and he looked the part. Six foot three, with closely cropped light brown hair, square jaw and steel blue eyes. Not an ounce of fat on “Cap,” as his friends called him. You could bounce quarters off his muscular stomach.

But there was a soft side to the man as well. He deeply loved his wife, and missed her with a longing that was greater than any physical pain he knew. He justified his guilt at leaving her alone for so long with the desire to fulfill his duty to his country, as three generations of Capshaw men had done from Normandy to Hanoi to Kuwait.

Yet, he could so vividly remember the smell of her freshly shampooed blonde hair, her slightly freckled complexion and the way her green eyes would light up when she laughed. Ah, that infectious laugh. You couldn’t help but laugh along with her. He had loved her since high school and his feelings for Maggie, like his patriotism, never wavered. To keep from going crazy out of pent-up sexual frustration, Cap worked his anxiety off with ten mile runs and two hour gym workouts.

Maggie wasn’t a small girl, at five foot seven. In high school, she’d been a statuesque beauty. But that was ten years ago and now, honestly, she was a good thirty-five pounds overweight, the result of too many sweets and not enough exercise. Some of that weight was in her face and ass, some in her hips, and a good deal in her huge tits. Cap didn’t mind the flub as much as Maggie did. After all, she wasn’t in the Marines, and Cap thought of her as more voluptuous than chubby.

And the nights with Maggie. His memories of them kept him company through many a long, lonely night. The smell of her sweat and sounds of her moans when they would wrinkle the sheets together. She’d look him in the eyes and hold on tight as he gave her what she loved, with long, hard strokes.

Maggie loved to be fucked hard, loved to climax. She adored her husband and would do anything to please her man. She especially loved sucking his cock and licking his balls until he shot streams of cum down her throat or all over her neck and tits. She could practically take the whole thing down her throat. She gladly took his big cock in her tight back door, and she had grown to like it more than she admitted. A little pain didn’t bother Maggie, as long as it was mixed in with pleasure.

As much as she looked the part of the sweet, pure girl next door, she was actually quite a sensual dynamo.

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Author’s note: This is a true story and has not been edited or exaggerated to improve your wanking session. It describes a very rough and dirty act of anal sex between a college-aged boy and girl. A.S.G. Chapter 1 gives the background and lead-up to this chapter (in case you couldn’t figure that out on your own.) This is more purely about sex and it should make a better stroke piece than the first chapter, provided you aren’t overly put off by the pain and scat aspects of anal sex. I plan to (someday) write a third and possibly a fourth chapter to this saga describing our later anal adventures.

The night I took Gilly’s anal virginity, I ended up feeling restless and eager for more exploration. I had come too fast to really savor the sensation. The idea of buggering her, the simple fact of my cock invading her bowels, overwhelmed my physical pleasure.

Gilly stayed over that night and fell asleep naked beside me. Too agitated to sleep myself, I jacked off while touching and admiring her ample curves. My cock was a bit reluctant, having come already that evening, but the thought of future anal adventures with this girl spurred me on. I spanked it furiously, certain she would wake up, but she was out cold, exhausted after the violation of her virgin anus. When at last I came, a small amount this time, I was exhausted and fell into a satisfied sleep.

It was the last week of college for both of us. The next morning I had to get up and write a paper for my Chinese poetry class. I actually liked that class a lot, but I had no taste for it that day. My mind raced with thoughts of Gilly, quietly reading a fashion magazine in my bedroom, and her submissive asshole. After an hour of staring at a blank computer screen, I decided that I simply could not work until I fucked her up the ass again.

When I informed her of my intentions, she made a pained face. Gilly studied drama, so I could never be sure whether she was acting or not.

“Ooh,” she said, “I’m still sore from last night.”

I was utterly dejected, and it must have shown in my face. She smiled.

“You might have to tie me up,” she said.

Never before had I been so turned on by a simple sentence. Here was this plump, well-bred, educated young woman, so eager to give me her ass that she would suggest such a thing. She knew it would hurt so much that she would struggle involuntarily, but it only made her all the more willing.

I ordered her to undress, and my creative juices began to flow. In my living room there was a sort of ottoman, a four-legged rectangular stool with red upholstery. I decided to tie her to this piece of furniture-but with what? Racking my brain, I remembered a couple of bandanas I had bought on trips to the desert. There would be nothing to secure her legs, but the arms seemed more important. After finding the bandanas, I followed her into the living room-it was most erotic to look at her fat, naked ass while she walked. She looked so exposed and vulnerable. I had a strong sense of marching her to her doom; the rough buggery she was about to endure felt inevitable, like a law of physics.

She did as I told her, and draped herself over the ottoman belly down. The room was light and airy, and in the morning sun her skin looked blindingly white. I undressed myself-I was acquiring a bursa escort taste for leaving her exposed, her ass in the air-and proceeded to tie each of her wrists to the legs of the ottoman. I asked if the bonds were too tight, and she demurely shook her head. Then I went to fetch the little bowl of cooking oil, which was still beside the bed from last night’s exploration.

My cock was a bit tired from copious spending, but I quickly hardened while working the oil up and down it, and at the same time into Gilly’s ass. The feeling of my finger sawing easily in and out of her rubbery ring was delightful. She lay there stoically, giving no indication of either discomfort or pleasure. I heightened the pace of my manipulations. I wanted to irritate her, to make her squirm and squeal. It was amazing just watching my long finger going into and out of her dark, furry crack. We had never been naked together under such bright light before.

I could have touched her ass forever, but my other hand on my cock urged me on. Satisfied that her hole was as oily and wet as possible-it was dawning on me that excess was good, that the more there was to ooze out after, the better-I placed my shining cockhead against her fleshy brown hole.

My God, I thought, this must be painful and degrading for her. Why does she put up with it? Rather than turning me off, as the unknown sometimes does, this enigma made me drunk with lust. I imagined what she was about to endure, from the initial sharp violation of her already-sore hole, to the ending on the toilet as my sperm ran out of her ravaged guts. I wondered what kind of sickness of mind could make her willingly submit to such treatment.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

“Not really,” she said, “but go ahead. Don’t worry about me.”

That did it. Unable to control myself, I pushed my cock all the way up her ass in a single, violent thrust. She gasped, and I could see her wrists straining at the bandanas. Withdrawing, I was confronted by an unfamiliar and unwelcome sight: shit on my dick. A moment later the smell hit me. It was a bit of a turnoff, but more than turned-off, I was scared that she would smell it herself and stop me. To this day I’m not sure whether or not she smelled it, but I know it made little difference either way. If it embarrassed her she probably enjoyed this additional layer of discomfort. But it did season my lust with a bit of uncertainty, a hint of disgust, which did not stop me from fucking her: it just kept me from coming for an awfully long time.

Here I would like to digress for a moment on the subject of shit in anal sex. Multiple sex manuals I have read insist that feces does not enter the rectum until one is ready to go the bathroom. I have always been interested in anal sex because of the intensity and submission of it, the pain and perversity and humiliation, but never the scat aspect. I have fucked every one of my girlfriends up the ass, and none of them ever got more than a speck of shit on me no matter how deep and hard I worked them. Gilly was the exception. Until I started rimming her (which I will discuss later in this narrative) almost every one of our assfucks was “dirty.” After the first couple of times, I got used to it, but I still can’t explain why our anal sex was so, well, shitty. My favorite theory, of course, bursa escort bayan is that she was so petite and I so well-hung that I was actually fucking past her rectum into her colon. This would explain why anal sex continued to hurt throughout our relationship, whereas most girls stop feeling much pain after the third or fourth time. In retrospect, fucking so deep in her guts is a horny thought-the ultimate invasion of privacy, the rudest act imaginable. The coating of shit that comes with it, though a bit bothersome, is at least appropriate to the mood.

As soon as I smelled it, I leaned forward so that my chin was touching her shoulder. I suppose I wanted to get away from the shit on my cock; the visual of the penetration had become a turnoff. I was also vaguely worried that I could get some sort of infection. But being a horny nineteen-year-old male, these concerns were not enough to stop me. My erection not so iron-hard as before, I began pumping slowly in and out of her asshole. The large amount of oil I had used made a squishing sound, which was horny but also reminded me of the crap.

I started kissing her on the shoulders and neck, rubbing my nose in her hair. It was not romantic so much as sensual. Her skin really was like ivory, her hair thick and silky and smelling of girly shampoo. It made me half-forget about the mess I was making downstairs. I imagined the contrast between the sensations, my soft and loving mouth versus my angry, raping cock. Gilly began to breathe heavily. A quiet girl, this was the most she ever did to demonstrate her arousal. I looked down at her lovely, plump hands and watched her fingers working furiously, helplessly in the air. The bandanas looked tight around her wrists.

I decided the polite thing to do (how silly, in retrospect, to think of manners at such a moment!) would be to come as fast as I could. The pain she was in must have been excruciating. I imagined a combination of heat, stabbing, cramping, and possibly tearing, although the oil would prevent that from literally happening. I hoped she would be willing to describe it for me later, though at the same time I hoped it was indescribable. I began to fuck faster, spurred on by these sadistic thoughts. Gilly’s breath turned from sighs to short, sharp gasps in time with my thrusting.

I loved all this, but each time my climax approached a whiff or memory of the shit would stop me. Then I would stop pushing, leaving my cock buried deep inside her, and fondle and nuzzle her until the arousal returned.

On perhaps the fifth iteration of this process, Gilly broke her personal rule against speaking during sex.

“Are you almost done?” she croaked.

I was breaking her. She had endured all she could, and even the perverse pleasure of submission was fading in the face of the pain. She could feel nothing now but her poor, tired, sore, abused asshole. Her question, though phrased casually, was really a plea for mercy.

“No,” I said, and began fucking her like a maniac.

Gilly hung her head over the edge of the ottoman, a gesture of absolute submission. I wished I could see her face. The feeling of having my cock in her ass had risen from the plane of physical sensation. It was like my dick, ass, thighs, and testicles had become a ball of nuclear sex-energy. I heard escort bursa myself starting to roar, but it was like a sound off in the distance.

There is no way to tell how long I kept it up, though I’m sure Gilly counted every literally gut-wrenching second. All I know is that it did finally end, and I came back to earth as a dazed, numb, tingling creature with his shit-coated dick shrinking out of the ass of his girlfriend. My immediate concern was that I had just committed rape. If she had asked me to stop, I wouldn’t have heard her, and even if I had I could not have stopped. Not seeing her face yet, I thought I might be in real trouble.

“You okay?” I asked warily.

“Mmmph,” was her only reply. She shifted and wiggled. There was a smear of shit on her ass where my cock had rubbed against it.

“Could you have gotten loose if you wanted to?”

“Let’s see,” she said. With minimal difficulty, she was able to pull her hands free from the bandanas. I was amazed that she had not tried to escape throughout the whole ordeal.

“How long before we can do it again?” I chuckled, half-joking.

“Whenever you’re ready,” she said-dead serious.

But we didn’t go at it again that day. I finished my paper and we spent the rest of the afternoon in bed, cuddling and talking and exploring each other’s bodies with our hands. It was the sort of thing women are supposed to like, but with the satisfaction of the morning’s romp behind me, I actually enjoyed it myself a great deal. I steered her into the nastiest possible topics of conversation, and she was game. (Inexperienced as I was, I had no idea how rare it is to find a woman who talks openly about sex.) I asked her about her childhood and sexual development, made her confess her bisexual tendencies, which all women have, and the sex games she used to play with her little girlfriends.

“Did you fantasize together?” I asked. “What about?”

She looked down shyly before answering. “We would pretend that a big man would come and tie us up and make us have sex with him.” The half-smile on her face told volumes about her character. She knew she was a submissive masochist, had probably been born that way, and there was no help for it. I could do anything I wanted with her, be as abusive as my imagination allowed, and she would never find it in herself to resist. Indeed, no matter how rough I got, it would only make her crave even harsher treatment.

At another point in our conversation, she asked me which I liked better, her pussy or her ass. Thinking of the shit that morning, and also concerned (strangely enough) that she would think I was a freak, I said I liked her pussy better. I had noticed the way it pulled back on my cock as I pulled out, something her ass didn’t do.

“You can do that to my ass if you want to,” she said, her blue eyes full of both sadness and yearning. “You can pull it out with your cock.”

I told her I wasn’t sure that was possible. But it amazed to me that she would actually volunteer to have her rectum prolapsed, all in the name of rougher and rougher sexual submission.

I’d found myself a winner indeed, or a loser, depending upon your point of view.

The next day we rode the bus to school together. She wore a short white skirt that showed off her big thighs and slender calves. I noticed a funny wincing expression on her face as the bus pulled and slowed and rode over bumps. She noticed me noticing and whispered, “I’m sore.”

I still count that as one of the happiest moments in my life.

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This story is a work of fiction even though parts of it were inspired by real-life incidents. Any similarity to real people, living or dead, is coincidental. All the characters are 18 years of age or older. Do not read this story if it is illegal to read about explicit sex where you live.

(Edited by H.S.)

*****

My name is Lawrence Giovanni, and this is the story of my youth and sexual awakening. I was nineteen years old and not a virgin by any means, but saying that I had a lot to learn about women and sex would not be an inaccurate statement. With no less than eight sexual conquests under my belt, I felt (wrongly) like I knew it all. Delusions of adulthood mixed with slight boyish naiveté best describe where I was at as a young man, and with a raging lust for women and sex, I set out to fuck the world. I was on the prowl at every opportunity, always chasing, always wanting more.

The impression one might get of me is one of a misogynist who looked at women only as objects of lust. However, to the contrary, I loved and respected women of all shapes and sizes. I loved the way they walk and talk, how their perfumed skin smells, the way they touch up their makeup and tousle their hair, how they can reach into a giant pocketbook and pull out the exact item they want without looking.

I loved them dark, light, white, black, yellow and brown. I loved them tall and thin. I loved them voluptuous and curvy, big or small. I loved their long, slender necks, their delicate hands, their round hips and, yes, of course their breasts – and most of all, their asses.

To say I am and always was an “ass man” would be an understatement. I was fascinated by women’s bottoms even before I saw that first porno flick at a friend’s house. His older brother had videotapes scattered around everywhere, and I remember having sweaty palms and a pounding heart the first time I watched a tape of people having sex. In the middle of it, the heroine commanded her lover: “Fuck me in the ass.” I watched with breathless joy, all the while hoping that my friends would not notice the enormous erection almost bursting through my fly. I was flushed, horny and agitated by the revelation of a sex act that included my favorite female part, and I went home and masturbated at least four times with the images of hot debauchery still fresh in my mind.

That was when my quest to get a girl to let me fuck her drier first began. It was a naughty thought, a taboo act in a forbidden place, and I looked at it as the holy grail of fucking.

Now all I needed was the girl and the balls to ask.

I lost my virginity to a lovely young thing . We had sex a few times, but the closest I got to fulfilling my dream with her was getting to lick her asshole while I was down eating out her snatch. A few sex partners later, I finally got up the nerve to ask the woman I was with at the time and was allowed to lube up and finger her bum ( all the while being nagged by her not to waste too much Vaseline “because I need it to remove my make up”), but when go-to time came she had changed her mind. Similar failures with several girlfriends afterward had me believing that butt banging only happened in porn films and Penthouse Forum stories.

Getting back to my hormone-dripping nineteenth year of life, I was working as an apprentice chef in an Italian restaurant in Little Italy. There was a clear view of the kitchen from the tiny dining area in this ten table sit-down. The chefs prepared the dinners while facing the patrons across a small counter top. You could call it ambiance or charm, or just a lack of a good location; it didn’t matter, because we were jamming busy!

Gemma was the name of the woman who owned the establishment, and she was always working the tables, wooing new customers and regulars alike with her warm smile and charming ways to insure they would return.

As I was prepping a stuffed mushroom appetizer and stealing a peek at Gemma’s athletic posterior, my eyes were caught by the two women sitting at the table nearest to the kitchen. They were waiting for the mushrooms and for Gemma’s obligatory table visit.

That was when I noticed one of the women at their table staring at me.

She was gorgeous , she had a nice, understated beauty to her and a pair of the most sexy eyes I had ever seen, the kind of eyes that would make your cock harden immediately if she stared at you – Sexy smoldering eyes that stared at me as if to say, “I caught you looking at your boss’ ass, and you were wondering what it would be like to fuck a superior.” Eyes that seemed to know what you looked like naked, and also communicated an awareness of the power they held. She was a presence in the room, with a sophisticated air about her and her smart clothing, no doubt from Neiman Marcus or Saks. I easily identified her as one of the wealthy “new people” who were buying up buildings in the old neighborhood like a drunken sailor buying drinks at a bar.

I caught myself staring back at her and felt that, bursa escort somehow, something had transpired between the two of us. The spell was broken when the head chef shouted, “Hey, come on with the ‘shrooms,” and Gemma finally approaching the table where Sexy Eyes sat. It was back to work for me, but as I plated the ‘shrooms and pulled the next ticket off the order carousel, I took a sidelong glance at her table. Gemma was hugging Sexy Eyes, and my thoughts were interrupted by a vision of the two of them lapping each others’ cunts. This image did nothing to help me lose the erection I didn’t realize I had developed during the battle of eye contact with Sexy Eyes.

Flash forward to closing time, and among the stragglers nursing their last sips of Chianti was Sexy Eyes and her girlfriend, who were in conversation with Gemma. Having finished cleaning and shutting down the kitchen, I washed up and headed out towards the dining area and the front door. I was greeted by Gemma, who motioned me to come over to the table. As I approached, she introduced me as the guy who made the “apps.”

“Larry, have a seat and meet our new neighbor,” Gemma said cheerfully through her sexy smile, and she reached back and pulled a chair right up next to her own and gestured for me to sit down. Once I was seated, Gemma said, “Isn’t he so cute? And talented!”

I felt Gemma’s hand on my shoulder; just a slight touch but enough to get my nineteen year old blood flowing as she continued talking: “Play your cards right, kid, and you can run this place for me,” with her tongue planted firmly in her cheek, adding, “while I sit home and drink more wine!”

I noticed that they were now finishing up the third bottle and feeling no pain. The wine had loosened up Gemma’s tongue more than was usual, which was quite a bit on a normal day anyway. Gemma introduced Sexy Eyes’ girlfriend first, a hot ticket herself. She also looked like ready cash but piqued my interest because she looked and sounded like Janey Robbins, a porn star who was the object of many a hot jerk-off session for me. Her name was Katie, and she was also getting me hot.

Then Gemma introduced Sexy Eyes: “And this is Madison, my friend and new neighbor.” Madison looked at me with those smoldering, piercing eyes and said in a low, breathy voice, “Yes. . . I think we kind of met.”

Now I was having all kinds of sick and twisted fantasies involving all three women who were seated at the table. I didn’t know how, but I knew I would not let this night pass without getting my dick into one of them, or all of them – who knows?

As the conversation continued, Madison kept up taking long, lustful glances at me. I found myself locked in a war of eye contact once again as I became more and more intoxicated by Madison’s hypnotic gaze and the way she parted her mouth slightly and bit her bottom lip whenever I spoke.

Madison had silky brown, shoulder-length hair and would periodically curl the ends of it with her thumb and forefinger. She lifted her wine glass, and the way she held it in her hand and caressed the stem with her long fingers drove me wild. I was so captivated that the rest of the world seemed to fade away as if some cosmic force had slowed everything else to a crawl and turned down the volume.

I was roused to alertness by Gemma’s hand pounding on the table to emphasize a point she was making: “Everything I could!” Gemma said, evidently in answer to one of Kate’s questions. Alcohol was starting to take the edge from Gemma’s charm as she became louder and clumsier. ” I stole every secret! Every recipe! Every trick of the trade! I even stole his sous chef, or bus boy, whatever he was, when we were there!” as she now grabbed my shoulders and pulled me closer to indicate she was speaking about me.

I’d been so wrapped up in my little staring match with Madison that I missed the first part of the conversation, but it didn’t take me long to catch up. There was only one thing this could be about: The legendary (and now very tired) story of how she worked as the head waitress just a few doors down the street at “The Catch of the Day.” The place was an institution in town and was always one of the busiest restaurants in the city. It was run by the worst and most demanding of jerk owners, “Big D” DellaCroce. Gemma got fed up one day and just walked out, leaving behind a position that most up-and-coming chefs in the business would give their eye teeth for. She’d somehow squirreled away enough of her earnings to open her own place, a rival establishment, after learning the ins and outs of the business. It had quickly become one of the hottest eateries in Little Italy.

The truth was, first, we had both worked there and, second, Big D really was a big jerk. On the outside, Big D was a happily married man with four kids who ran the family restaurant that had been handed down generation after generation. On the inside, we who knew him best knew he was a cheap, angry bully who handed out table assignments in return for sexual bursa escort bayan favors. I’ll never forget the time about a year previous I had forgotten my duffel bag in the basement of “Catch of the Day” after work. Luckily, I had a set of keys to the place (I opened for prep work in the mornings), so I unlocked the door and went downstairs to retrieve my bag.

Then I saw them.

They didn’t see or hear me, so I was able to avoid embarrassment for everyone by ducking around the corner. I could not believe what I saw and heard, right there where the employee lockers were: Our boss, Big D, with his polyester dress slacks around his ankles and Gemma kneeling in front of him with his massive cock in her mouth.

It was now plain to see why they called him “Big D.”

I mean, I knew “D” stood for Dante, but the “big” must have been attributed to his hog. I stood there with the same heart stopping awe I had when I saw that first porno video I told you about. Part of me felt excitement. Part of me felt fear. I was a frozen statue of tension.

Watching Gemma swallow the monstrous cock was a shock in two ways. For one, I never suspected Gemma would blow Big D (she always told me she thought he was gross). For another, I could not believe how she was able to handle such an enormous member with such ease.

The dark coolness of the room seemed to lend itself to such a torrid, scandalous act. The slurping sounds Gemma made as her head bobbed rapaciously spoke directly to my own hardening prick. Her technique was very good in alternating the rhythm up and down the cock shaft. Every now and then she took it out of her mouth and stuck out her tongue and lapped the full length of the underside of his rock-hard tool. Then, once again at the swollen head of the penis she would tease the cock head with the tip of her tongue, only to open her mouth wide and make the giant dick disappear deep down her throat.

I was also getting an involuntary hard-on, and I even considered spanking it to the shocking scene before me but thought better of it.

Big D started to groan before long and commanded, ” That’s it, bitch, suck my fucking cock!” and now Gemma’s head stated to bob more intensely but still in long smooth strokes. Big D reached down and grabbed Gemma’s hair. “I love having my dick in your mouth, bitch, now suck me harder,” he growled. Then he pulled back on her hair and stated to hump her face with careless force. I heard Gemma almost choking now and could see her legs tense up while she strummed her cunt more rapidly.

I could see the dampness of her twat through the black spandex leggings she wore. She was enjoying this, too. “Slurp, smack, slurp, mmmmmmhmmhhm, mhhmhm,hmmmm,” were the sounds that struggled to escape from Gemma’s meat-stuffed mouth as sweat beads stated to form around Big D’s forehead. I saw his jaw drop open and his eyes squint up. He pulled his rock-hard cock out of Gemma’s flushed red face and, using one hand to pull Gemma’s head back by her hair, he jerked his dick with the other hand, taking aim at Gemma’s face.

The amount of joy juice shooting out of his cock was impressive. It hit Gemma’s face with a splashing sound. “D” continued to fire more and more of his hot spew on Gemma’s face.

“You like my hot cum, you bitch?” he snarled. “Let me rub it in your fucking face!” he taunted, and he spread it all over using his now half-flaccid cock like it was a paintbrush. Then he pulled up his pants, zipped himself up and walked over to the corner where the linens were kept. He reached into the large, wheeled container, snatched out a dishrag and threw it at Gemma, who was still kneeling. It hit her in the face and fell to the floor.

“Clean yourself up!” Big D hollered. “You ever try and steal from the till again, and it will cost you more than a blow job to keep your position here!” And without another word, he turned around and walked up the stairs and out of the basement.

Gemma just stayed there wiping the cum off her face with the dishrag. I stayed motionless for what felt like an eternity until I saw her rise. I didn’t know if she was just slow to get up due to feeling degraded or she was just trying to catch her breath. Eventually, she picked up her bag and put her long, black hair up in a ponytail and exited up the stairs. I was certain neither of them knew I was there, but I was still too petrified to move.

My thoughts were interrupted by a tapping on the front window. My mind snapped back to the present time with the repeated thudding. I was out of my memories and back to the game of chase here in the present. I looked around and saw Madison’s cat-like eyes piercing into me.

She asked, “Where were you?” with a smile.

I said,” Gemma just got me thinking about when we worked together down the street at ‘The Catch of the Day,’ and I guess I just drifted, sorry.”

“Oh, don’t be,” she said, and added, “You must be tired.”

“Not really, ” I said, “I have boundless energy!”

“I bet you do,” escort bursa she retorted and then gave me those eyes again.

Thud thud thud, the window was being tapped. Annoyed by the interruption, I shouted, “We’re closed whoever you are,” without turning my head to see who it was.

Kate said, “Oh, it must be Roger.” She rose from her seat and waved for him to come inside.

In the meantime, Juan, the cleaner, had put up all the chairs except for the ones we were sitting on and had already locked the door. Gemma said, “It’s okay, Juan. Let him in.” Juan obliged and after momentarily fumbling with the lock, he opened the door for this Roger character. Roger, it seemed, was there to meet Kate and appeared to be happier about it than she was. He looked to be a real dork, anyway.

Gemma, always the hostess, said, “Come, Roger, have a seat,” but the chairs were all up on the tables, so she stood up and gave her seat to him and proceeded to sit on my lap. I was a little afraid that in my very (and usual) horny state the feeling of Gemma’s firm buttocks on me (and the knowledge of just how well she sucked a dick) would harden my hog and embarrass me in front of everyone, so I gently brushed her off and said, “It’s okay. I’ll stand.” Then I realized I was already at half mast and now everyone at the table only had to look to see it. With a little quick thinking, I pulled my duffel bag around and covered my groin area.

Gemma looked up with a smile and said, ” Larry, you’re such a gentleman!” Madison also stood and said, “That’s it for me. I think I’m going to head home. Gemma, can I borrow your chef here? Perhaps he will continue to be a gentleman and escort me.” Between the compliment and the smell of her perfume, I was ready to “escort ” her anywhere she wanted to go! She put her arm under mine and said, “Shall we?” and I said, “We shall!”

I was so beside myself with happiness and excitement at the possibility of getting some pussy. I had forgotten the tentative plans I had made with Gemma. In the restaurant business, almost every place closes at the same time, so there’s almost nowhere to go. Fortunately, there were some enterprising people who were smart enough to capitalize on this lack of entertainment. The old fashioned speakeasy was alive and well and operating in the old neighborhood. With a small donation to the police department, these “after hours clubs,” as they were called, were allowed to operate.

Gemma and I had been regularly going to one of these clubs after closing up the restaurant. Davey’s was run by (you guessed it) a halfway connected guy named Davey. He was a handsome pork chop of a man in a silk shirt and gold chains, and he had the hots for Gemma. They had stuff in common; both ran successful businesses, both loved to drink wine, and both hated and scared the shit out of Big D, making Gemma feel safe and kindred to another person that openly hated the most popular guy in the old neighborhood.

On evenings when we were there, I’d enjoy watching Gemma and Davey flirt. It was kind of cute. I used to tease Gemma about Davey and his schoolboy crush on her. Gemma would giggle and mime me the one handed brush-off, as if swatting at some invisible fly.

Madison had now woven her arm around mine, interlocking our elbows. She gently nudged me and said, “Well, let’s make our way.” I couldn’t tell if the look on Gemma’s face was one of disappointment or of intoxication. Gemma did seem taken aback by the thought of me leaving with her new friend, to go God-knows-where. Seeming to catch herself, Gemma snapped to alertness and said, “Are you going to go to Davey’s later on?” I answered, “Ahh, yeah, maybe … probably, um, yeah,” not knowing how to truly answer the question Gemma had posed to me.

I didn’t want to be presumptuous and say “no” for fear that Madison would be turned off by me, assuming I’d be unavailable because I was banging her all night. I also didn’t want to disappoint my boss and friend Gemma with a “no,” either.

I said, “I’m going to walk Madison home, and I may drop by Davey’s later on.”

Gemma said, “Well, if you do, I’ll see you there.” Then, in her boss voice, she blurted out, “And drinks are on you for being late!” With a warm smile, as if to grant me permission, she waved a hand in farewell. Madison and I both waved goodbye and headed for the door.

Once outside, I felt the warm June night on my face. It was a beautiful night, warm but comfy, and the sky was clear and full of stars. Madison still had her arm in mine and made small talk about the neighborhood and me being a “native.” As we made our way down toward Market Street I felt better and better about my chances with this sexy woman. Madison seemed out of my league on several levels, making me all the more aroused at the thought that this sexy sophisticated creature wanted me for one thing and one thing only. She wanted to fuck me and use me as a sex toy, and that thought alone was enchanting to a young man. As she held my arm, she said, “You have such nice firm muscles. How many days a week do you go to the gym?” Then she gently bit down on her lower lip and seductively flashed those eyes again. “About four or five times a week,” I said, like a man roused from sleep.

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As I wake, or at least my eyes and brain began to focus on the same things, I can see from the blurry image that I am inside. It is a small hut or shack, I can only see the room I’m in and from the floor at that. I can not move my body, shifting my eyes is all I can manage. Having no idea where I am, my mind starts to try to put together the events that I can still remember.

The last that I can bring up is the patrol, we were on the way back from a small intelligence sweep of the sectors northeast of the firebase, looking for enemy movement in and around these areas. I was bringing up the rear and watching my patrols back as we moved through the jungle. I remember stopping to survey the area we had just moved through, making sure there was no trouble slipping up from behind. As I turned back forward, I saw the small black figure step from the bush, step in front of me, then the feeling of a sharp stinging and the sudden rush of warmth that flooded down the front of me. The world around me went black . . .

That’s it, then here, not sure where here is or how I got here but the heart is still beating, all I can really ask right now isn’t it? I look around the area and it is very modest, very sparse actually. I can hear someone in the other room outside my vision, they seem to be scurrying around in that room. Other than that and the normal sounds of the jungle, there was nothing else to hear. I can see an AK-47 propped up in the corner. Seeing the weapon brings back the memory of the stinging feeling and I looked down. A large, wet, red patch of some material is across my stomach and the bedding under me seems very wet with the same.

Looking around the place as I lay there, I see nothing but blurry images. Even so, my hearing seems rather clear. I can hear the sounds of a few animals, mostly chickens I assume, also, now and then I hear the traces of someone at work. The slight efforts I make to look at my surroundings tires me more than I can even imagine. Most of my time is spent dropping in and out of whatever consciousness this is.

I hear someone enter through the back of the house, then the sound of something dropping on the floor on the other side of the wall next to me. A small body walks past the opening of the room. First in and then back out of my sight. I do not think they know I am awake, they don’t seem to be paying much attention to me. As they move around just out of my sight I catch glimpses of the person and it appears to be a young female. She is cleaning a little and I can only assume she is making something to eat.

Judging from her size relative to items in the house, she is very tiny. I don’t know if she is just very young or very petite. When she hits a lull in her activities I can see she has noticed I am awake, but she does seem relieved that I am not moving. She turns and picks up a pot and holds it toward me as if offering me some. All I am able to do is blink, so I blinked twice and glanced to a spot beside the make shift bed that I am on. She comes over and sits beside me, she looks very young, somewhere around 18.

Offering me water first and holding the cup to my konyaaltı escort lips, small sips quench my thirst and then she offers a small piece of bread crust and some gravy. It tastes just like it was expected to, but it is food, at least I hope. After only a few small bites and even smaller sips of water I can feel myself starting to drift off.

“Tiger Joe needs to get strong,” she keeps repeating.

It took me a little while but I remembered that I was wearing tiger-striped camouflage and well, we were all Joes.

This is the routine for the next several times I regain consciousness. The only difference has been when she changed my bandages on my stomach. I am still not able to sit up or even raise my head to look down, I believe that is probably a good thing. She talks to me in a very broken, one word at a time type english, but we seem to be getting the gist of understanding each other. She will not talk about my injuries or if she knows what actually happened. She also doesn’t seem to know anything about the other Joes in the area.

I mentioned her family and asked where they were and all she said was, “family gone”, then went to sit across the room from me and wouldn’t look at me anymore. She stayed away until after if was dark and when I could no longer hold on she came over close and wiped my brow with a nice cool towel, checked my bandages and as she did I fell asleep again.

I wake in the wee early hours and the sun is just starting to slowly break the horizon. In a moment I see her as she stands from beside me, it is then that I realize that she had been sleeping on the floor beside me. I do not let her see that I am awake and she moves to sit against the wall down by my feet. I have no idea what she is doing and pretend to be asleep just a little longer. She sits and looks at me, like she is watching me sleep. She sits in a dark spot and the light from the window lays across my makeshift pallet.

Shifting her hips as she gets into a comfortable spot, the front of her long dress falls open as she moves. Her nipples small and pointed as her fingers started to tease and play with them. She lays her head back and takes a deep breath.

She trails her fingertips across the dark skin of her belly as she moves them between her thighs. Shifting again slowly, her legs part and she begins to slowly rub and tease the lips that were starting to swell and get so very wet. Fingers slide in and out as her hand begins to bring her close to her release. I strain and try not to move, but the site is driving me up a wall. I see as she brings herself to the edge and over, looking at me as she gets there. Sweat dripping from her nose and nipples as she cums over and over.

Now, I know I am in no shape for anything but DAMN, that is hot. I watch as she sits and catches her breath, panting and laying her head back. I felt as though I was gonna explode, but nothing. As quickly as it started, it was over but the memory is one I will have forever.

Each day was a collection of the moments from the one before. I was still not able to move on my own, which meant a large amount of contact kültür escort between us. She spent as much time nursing me back as she did with maintaining her own life. Each night for the last three the same had happened, with her getting more bold with each night. Getting closer, uncovering me more, on the third night even laying beside me with her hand on my thigh. This was it, I could not stay still any longer and decided if she continued the same tonight I would show her I was awake and see what happened.

The next day was a carbon copy of the one before. She spent most of the day outside, coming in now and then to see how I am and check the bandages. When needed she gave me water, but these visits were brief. Later, after dark, she came in and found her spot in the dark. As I can see her getting close and at that point of no return and I opened my eyes wide and smile, “lovely, thank you,” was all I could think to say. She jumps and a startled look covers her face, but she doesn’t stop. She is so into her fingers that she can’t stop and begins to go over the edge, hard and loud.

When her orgasm starts to slip away she pushes herself against the wall and drops her head, breaking the lock of our eyes. I can tell she wants to run, to hide and I smile again telling her, “I am so glad you shared that with me, please do not stop because of me.”

She begins to relax and lets her top fall open. Moving closer to me, she slides so I can see her, she is wet and her lips swollen and puffy. I can feel the throbbing and know I am hard as hell. I assume it is my wounds but I can feel very little , except for the pain. The more I watched her the less I thought about that, she was a wonderful pain killer. She is finally close enough that she can reach out and touch me.

She does, and softly wraps her hand around my cock as it again throbs and I can even feel a bit of a twitch at her first touch. She slowly lets her fingertips glide across, then up and down my shaft. Then she leans over me, licks the swollen head and lightly blows on me. The whole time she is fingering herself, her thighs soaked. She climbs onto the bed with me and sits just below my hips, between my thighs. Her hands wet and slippery from her own juices she strokes and slowly twists her hands around my cock and then back to her pussy. Sliding her hips forward she pulls my upright cock between her pussy lips, sliding between them and up and down against her clit.

As much as I prayed for it and even begged, she would not slide me inside her, just sliding up and down wrapped with her swollen, tiny labia. We continued this dance for what seemed like a lifetime but I am sure it was over much sooner than I will ever remember it. As I could feel my orgasm begin to build to an explosion, she begins just before me, letting out a yell as she came. This of course was all I needed and I began to squirt all over the front of us both, as I was falling deep into my bliss she again leans over and this time licks the spent cum from my still jerking cock. I was in heaven and pulled her down close to me. The effort had drained me more than ever and I dropped off rather markantalya escort quickly.

I wake up alone, she is no where in site. Not a sound or a sight of her all day. I am beginning to worry that I went too far last night, she is gone. I spend the entire day alone, for the first time since I have been here I am awake and can not fall asleep. I get rather thirsty and still she is nowhere around. Just as the sun is about to set she is at my bedside as if she just appears there. She leans over close to my ear and whispers, “Joes come soon,” she kisses me and disappears into the dark.

In less than 10 minutes I can hear someone about to enter the shack, stepping in as a unit and into the back room I am in I see some of the ‘Joes’ from my unit. Lt. Davies gives me a nice drink of cold water and tells me, “Damn Sarge, didn’t think we were gonna run across you here.” As he says it, all goes black for me once again.

When I finally fight back to consciousness I see the surroundings have changed to an army hospital ward, filled with equipment, litters and lots of activity. Looking down I can see the ragged bandaging has been replaced with some fine army wrappings.

Walking past, a doc in a long white coat leans over and tells me, “Thought we were gonna lose you, rather touch and go for a while. You have been through allot, if it had been just a few hours more, there would have been nothing we could do. So, you just take it easy and rest, that’s what you need the most right now.” He shines a flashlight in my eyes, smiles, turns and disappears around the closest corner.

After a few weeks of rest and rehab I am walking outside the hospital with Lt Davies talking about what had happened.

“Well Sarg, it was on the way back from the forward observation point, you were the rear coverage. The best we can figure is, as your group moved through a small clearing, then you came into the clearing on the back side. When you did, someone moved in from out of the bush and cut you from hip to hip, straight across. You would have spilled out on the ground in front of you. The blood pool at the site where we believe you were hit was huge. We have no idea where you had gone, we looked for a few days and figured that the wound would have taken you by then, and the animals would do the rest.”

“What about the young girl I told you about, was she ever found,” I asked?

“We found no one at all and like I said, the old shack was a few kilometers away from where you were attacked, are you saying she carried you, split like a dressed hog?”

I couldn’t even think of a response. Not sure I could have made that trip at all, someone had to carry me. I never saw another soul while I was there, not a sign of anyone but her.

I was to leave country shortly after that and had never heard anything about her. I had asked several friends to help locate her if possible. There was never any word until I was being loaded on the transport to come home, I was given a message. Once inside I opened it to see it was from a corporal I knew with the military police.

He tells me that a young girl named Mai Ly was almost hysterical at the relocation center, she was demanding to know if Tiger Joe was ok, or did he go dead. He says she has been sent farther south to a much larger center. The plane doors close and we turn onto the runway and she is gone.

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After receiving instructions to Cheri’s house I stopped at TNT’s, a local topless bar, for a few minutes and had a coke. When the time came I drove to her condo on the corner of Ninth and Main. I knocked on her door and she greeted me and invited me in.

She was wearing a black dress. Her makeup appeared to be perfect and her eyes had a light that comes from within. She had a nice smile that immediately put me at ease. She invited me to sit down and asked if I would like something to drink. I accepted her offer and we talked for a few minutes to get acquainted. She commented on my eyes saying that there was an internal light that she could see energy around me. After a few minutes she invited me back to her bedroom.

She asked if I had any preference for music. I said no and she put on a Barry White CD. She said we should get undressed and as I took my clothes off she folded them neatly for me. I thought this was real cool. It made me think that I was not just a customer to be serviced and run off. It was I who asked if she wanted to take care of the financial part of the appointment and she indicated I could lay the money on her dresser, which I did.

As she undressed I checked out her body. She wasn’t shy and did not seem to mind that I was checking her out. Everything was tight and in the proper proportion. Her breasts were small, just about the size I like (34C”) with pink button nipples. She didn’t immediately take off her panties, which were purple and matched her bra.

She invited me to lie down on the bed, which I did. She asked if I would like to start with a massage and I said yes. She asked if I would like oil or lotion and I replied an unscented lotion for obvious reasons. She told me to turn over on my stomach and relax. She climbed on the bed between my legs and proceeded to rub me down. It felt konyaaltı escort very good especially when she rubbed her small breasts all over my back.

After a few moments of this she told me to turn over and proceed to massage my front starting with my legs, between my legs and then my chest. This was the first opportunity I had to touch her. Her skin was soft and smooth and when she leaned forward I put my mouth on her left breast and proceeded to tease her nipple. Her breasts were firm and her nipples were hard and perked up when I did this. I could tell that she wasn’t a cold fish but actually enjoyed my touch. This made the whole experience much more enjoyable.

Once again she massaged my body with her breasts. And once again, it felt wonderful. When she rubbed her breasts on my cock I thought I would cum right then. She took my hard cock in her hand, still full of lotion and started jerking me off. This didn’t last long and the next moment she put her mouth around it. A few moments of this was all I could stand. I asked if I could do the same for her. She replied yes and rolled on her back and removed her panties. She was very clean and there was no noticeable smell. She had shaved the business part of her pussy and had a small hairpiece above with fine black hair. Her pussy was very petite and didn’t have a lot of stuff hanging out. Her inner lips were small and delicate. I spread her open with my thumbs while the rest of my hands were under her butt. I looked at her pussy for a few seconds and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed and she had a dreamy smile on her face.

I proceeded to use my tongue on her and after a moment she started to move her hips in an up and down humping motion. She said I was very good and I replied that it was something I loved to do. I could tell that she was either a very kültür escort good actress or she was really enjoying the tongue-lashing I was giving her. I believe it was the latter.

Time was passing and as much as I enjoyed giving her pleasure I knew that I would have to proceed. I moved up beside her and she rolled on her side. She reached down between my legs and started to once again massage my cock. My mouth was busy on her breast and my hand was exploring her pussy. I found “the man in the boat” and was fingering her. She was grinding her hips in time with my finger action.

I decided it was time for other things and gently push her over on her back. Once again I was amazed that she allowed me to call the shots. Throughout the whole experience she did not object to anything I wanted to do. I rolled on top of her and she guided my cock as I entered her. She proved that she was an expert as she matched my thrusting motions with her own. Her pussy felt tight, smooth and creamy and we seemed to have a perfect fit.

After a few moments of fucking I knew that I would soon cum if I continued. Since I still had plenty of time left I wanted to use it to the maximum. I rolled off her and pulled her on top of me. I started caressing her back and butt, cupping it in my hands and pulling her tight against me. She was grinding on top of me and I told her that this was the best part. She said that she agreed we all need to touch and feel needed.

I gently pushed her off me and spread her willing legs. I slid off the end of the bed and I had her in the perfect position for a serious tongue-lashing. This time I gently inserted my thumb in her pussy without objection from her. Spreading her lips I started flicking her clitoris with my tongue. She immediately closed her eyes and had a dreamy expression on her face. Her hips markantalya escort were keeping time as I sped up and slowed down my tongue action.

I could tell several times she was about to climax and backed off. I replaced my thumb with two fingers of my left hand while my right hand found her left breast. I played with her nipple while my tongue continued its assault on her clitoris. I started moving my fingers in and out and her response was amazing. It only took a few moments of these actions and she came. Now this could have been faked but something tells me it wasn’t. She slid her hands along her stomach to her pussy and held it tightly as she shuddered. I started kissing the insides of her legs while watching the smile on her face.

I climbed onto the bed on top of her and my cock found her warm moist pussy automatically. We were in synch with our thrusting and she was good. It didn’t take long before I exploded inside her. She held me tightly as the endorphins fired in my brain. She seemed to enjoy my climax as much as I did. She continued to hold me as I slowly returned to earth.

She didn’t appear to be in a hurry to get rid of me or run me off. We started talking. After a few moments I rolled off her and asked if I could help her get dressed. She explained that she just put on a robe afterwards. I asked if I at least couldn’t help her on with her panties. She said sure and I picked the up from the floor where she had casually tossed them. Sitting on the end of the bed I held them open and she, laying her hands on my shoulders, proceeded to step into them.

It was time to say goodbye. I asked her if she would be around in December. She said yes and I told her I would see her again. I arose and she came into my arm for one last hug that neither of us seemed to be in a hurry to break. Reluctantly I released her and she took my arm and escorted me to the door. Sadly, I left.

I was in good spirits and felt renewed like I haven’t been in a long time. It was a very pleasant experience, well worth the money, and one I plan to repeat…

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This is my longest and most complex story so far. It is a tale about a graduate student who encounters an unusual young woman and together they form a family with a unique and interesting dynamic. As with many of my previous stories, this takes place mostly in the Midwestern state of Illinois. I hope you will enjoy this as much as my other efforts.

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Chapter One: Daddy’s Little Girl

Professor Jackson Powell looked out the window at the heavy wet snow coming down and was glad that he had nothing to do for the next few days. The unusual late winter storm had caused the entire Bloomington-Normal area to shut down. All the schools and many roads were closed for the time being. Perhaps he should finish that novel he had been putting off, but no, he would just relax and count his blessings. As the youngest Chair of the College of Psychology and Psychiatry in the history of the University at 48, he could afford to rest on his laurels, having published five books and numerous articles about human sexual dysfunctions and perversities. He sat in the well-worn leather chair in his combination office/bedroom wearing nothing but an old navy blue terrycloth robe, smoking his pipe as he pondered the last two decades of his life.

Just then there was a knock at the door. “Come in, sweetheart” he said knowing konyaaltı escort who was just outside the door. A stunningly beautiful nineteen-year-old-blonde, five foot nothing and a hundred pounds soaking wet, strolled in the door wearing nothing but a smile. As he put his pipe in the large glass ashtray on the desk next to his chair, he said “Honey, you should put some clothes on, you’ll catch your death.”

From her curly blonde shoulder length locks to her sexy long legs, she was a vision. “But

Daddy, you will keep me warm” she said as she opened his robe and climbed onto his lap, straddling him and grinding her hairless crotch against his hardening manhood as she kissed him and tried to put her tongue down his throat.

When they finished their passionate kiss, she jumped up, grabbed his now hard, extremely large, uncut cock and said “Come on Daddy, let’s play!” She dragged him to the bed, threw back the covers and jumped on it, pulling him with her.

Jackson knew what she wanted and proceeded to start kissing, nibbling and sucking his way from her lips, down her neck, and down to her perky boobies topped with hard, bubble gum pink colored nipples and pale pink quarter sized areolas. She started moaning loudly and grabbed the sheets as he kissed and nibbled his way down past her flat kültür escort tummy.

He worked his way across her smooth shaved mound and moved quickly to just above her knees where he hesitated, looking into her eyes. She opened her eyes and with a puzzled look she said “Please, Daddy, I’m really horny”. He started licking his way up the inside of her thighs, switching from one side to the other until he was where she wanted him to be. He reached up with his fingers and gently held open her labia. As he blew across her wetness, she let out a loud “FUUUCCKK MEEE.”

He buried his tongue as deep into her vagina as he could and dragged it up until it made contact with her now engorged clitoris. She wrapped her legs around his head and trapped him there. He answered by sucking her clitoris and hood into his mouth and shoving two fingers inside her now spasming vagina. He then curled his fingers inside her and touched that special spot and it was all over for her. She started shaking, screaming unintelligible gibberish and lost consciousness.

Jackson waited patiently for his young lover to come to and when she opened her eyes and smiled, he asked “Ready for more?” She nodded. He grabbed his impressive weapon, pulled back the foreskin and aimed it at her dripping love tunnel. He took a deep breath and drove markantalya escort himself all the way to her cervix in one powerful stroke.

“YESS!” She exclaimed as she wrapped her legs around him and held him there as they kissed softly and lovingly. He didn’t move until she started squirming under him and then started long slow strokes out until just the head was in and then all the way until he was balls deep in her velvety wetness.

After a while he picked up the pace and before long he was pounding her so hard that the headboard of the bed was banging against the wall. Before long, she started to yell “Yes Fuck Me Fuck Me Fuck Me………………..” and he noticed her eyes rolling back in her head. It was then the he felt that familiar tingling in his groin. As he let loose with the torrent from his gonads, he felt her vaginal muscles milking his seed from him.

When it was over, she said, “That was fun Daddy, but I like it more when Mommy is in bed with us,” before father and daughter collapsed in each other’s arms and fell into a deep sleep.

As he slept, he dreamt about the last twenty years of his life. How he met the love of his life while he was in a drunken stupor. How they fell in love, just as his star was rising in the educational field. How the birth of their beautiful daughter made their lives complete. How he lost his love to a tragic and untimely death. How miraculously, he raised their daughter to become a beautiful woman, and how the bizarre events in their lives made them the unusual family they are today. …

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My name is Sloane Kennedy McLean. I come from a strict Catholic family. We live in a small town near Mt. Hood. There wasn’t much to do growing up and I didn’t have much in the way of friends and so I was always tagging along after my brothers. We grew up spending most of our time hiking in the backwoods.

My brother’s and I were endowed with tempers and wits to match my father’s. My father, although stern, wanted us to be able to be ourselves. We kids were always very well behaved in public, never stepped out of line. Because of this, my father allowed us to have free reign at home, and boy did we.

I was the little sister, the only girl of seven children. Most of my brothers were all grown up and done with school. Finnegan Jr., the eldest, was twenty-eight. He was followed by Brennen, who was twenty-six and then, at twenty-five, Lennon. These three hated school and when my father told them there was plenty of money for them to go to college they refused. They asked dad for the money they would have received for school and started their own business. It wasn’t a surprise when they opened an Irish pub. To my father’s amazement they are doing very well.

Sullivan, at twenty-three, attends the local community college and is majoring in criminal justice. Then there is Regan and Rhyan both at nineteen. No one in my family, except for me, ever knew which was which because the boys never told the truth.

My father, Finnegan, and my mother, Tiegan, were born and raised in Ireland but moved us to the states when my brother Finn was a year old. My father works for the Roman Catholic Church. I was never quite sure how he got transferred to the States let alone Oregon state.

The twins weren’t too keen on school, a family trait, and were held back a year in junior high. Because of this we were in the same class but that didn’t mean anything. We attended a Catholic school and genders were kept separate except for mass every day and so I rarely saw my brothers. There were times when we could socialize between classes but we were closely monitored by the nuns.

“Sloane, you are making us late. Hurry up!”

“Sorry dad, I slept in.”

My father stopped his truck in front of the church and turned a smile on me. “Another day in the grind, hey kids?” My brothers laughed.

“Yeah, living the American dream.” My father and I had a close relationship, I was his only girl and it was no secret that I was his favorite. My brothers didn’t care; they always said they felt the same towards me. Mom and I were the jewels of the family according to the boys; I looked like a smaller version of my mom. My brother’s, except for Finn, were all dark like my father, with bright blue eyes. Finn was the exception; he and I shared my mother’s emerald eyes and auburn hair.

I slung my bag over my shoulder and merged with the steady flow of kids filtering into the church. I could hear my brothers ogling girls that went by. I inwardly laughed at their open vulgarity.

Rhyan gave me a hug before he and Regan left to go sit in their usual pew with their friends. I went directly to the front and sat behind the nuns. I was considered the goody two shoes of the school. I found this odd considering the nuns hated me. Despite them I was the top student. My pew was usually left empty except for two other girls that were ostracized and Jess. Jess was the only person at Sacred Heart that I would bother spending time with.

We had mass every day, alternating between before and after lessons. There was a buzz in the air because old Father Patrick was finally turning everything over to Father McKinnon.

McKinnon was a younger priest from Ireland; he was around thirty years old. He had intimidating ice blue eyes that almost seemed gray at times. Well, I thought he was intimidating, anyway. That didn’t stop him from entering my fantasies like all the other girls at school. I admit I wasn’t as gushy about it as the other girls but I did harbor lustful thoughts for the priest. His dark features, blue eyes, and Irish accent must have seemed comforting to me considering my family.

Father McKinnon always left me feeling a little uneasy though; my heart always started fluttering when I was near him. We have confession on Friday and I had to confess to Father McKinnon for the first time last week. I had only ever confessed to Father Patrick before and so I was fairly closed mouth. Because of this Father McKinnon requested that I confess every day after mass.

“Not to worry. It’ll just be ’till you become comfortable confessing your sins to the Holy Father.”

“I’m not confessing to the Holy Father, I’m confessing to you. Isn’t it natural to be uncomfortable?”

He shook his head. “I’m not asking for a debate, Miss MacLean.”

Everyone stood and I was brought out of my head. When I finally stood, the procession was just passing and Father McKinnon’s eyes locked on mine for a moment and then he smiled.

Father McKinnon made his way to the altar and faced us. His eyes konyaaltı escort met mine and locked there instead of scanning past. “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”

The crowd responded with the sign of the cross and collective “Amen”. I failed to do either as my discomfort grew.

“The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ and the love of God and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with you all.”

Oh crap, he was doing a long mass. There was a cumulative sigh of premature boredom before everyone responded, “Blessed be God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ.”

I simply said, “and also with you.”

Father McKinnon was still looking at me and I saw the corner of his mouth twitch again with amusement at my shortened response. I tuned out much of mass and was only brought back to the priest’s words when I caught him staring at me again.

“Oh, man, those eyes. He keeps looking this way. Do you think he’s looking at me?” Jessica was staring at Father McKinnon with wide adoring eyes but she spoke to me.

“Sure, I guess.” I wasn’t committed with my response and Jess turned to look at me.

“You’ve been weird lately, ever since Friday’s confession.”

I didn’t say anything. I was weird because after confession Father McKinnon told me he wanted me to come after every mass to confess. This wasn’t something normally done and I felt singled out.

He was still staring. “Lord, we have sinned against you. Lord, have mercy.”

“Lord, have mercy.” I recited with the group.

“Lord, show us your mercy and love.”

We all responded, “Grant us your salvation.”

“May almighty God have mercy on us, forgive us our sins, and bring us to everlasting life.”

Again he looked at me and the “Amen” was lost on my lips.

“God, he is so hot. I wish he wouldn’t wear his robe thingy all the time, though. I saw Father Patrick wearing pants and a black shirt this Saturday at the store, why doesn’t Father McKinnon?”

“The robe thingy is called a soutane, Jess, and I guess Father McKinnon is just old school.”

“Must be because he’s from Ireland. McKinnon looks hot in the soutane, though, so it’s all good. I had a meeting with him last Thursday about an English paper I wrote. His accent gets even stronger when he talks to you one on one.”

“I know.” I don’t know why I said that but Jess shot me a knowing look before turning back to stare at Father McKinnon. I started to recite the prayer with everyone. “Glory to God in the highest, and peace to his people on earth. Lord God, heavenly King, almighty God and Father, we worship you, we give you thanks, we praise you for…” I trailed off, totally uncommitted.

The rest of mass was a blur. I barely paid attention to the readings. Father McKinnon spoke of growing our relationships with God and the usual stuff. Everyone got up and left after mass, everyone except for me. I waited for Father McKinnon to come back out. He was now out of the ceremonial robes and in his soutane. The church was quiet and his feet echoed through the cathedral hall. He motioned for me with his hand and I got up and walked over to him.

“In or out, Miss MacLean?”

It was silly to be inside the confessional booth but I couldn’t face him. He must have read the look in my eyes because he just opened the door to the booth and motioned for me to enter.

Once inside I knelt and waited for him to enter and sit. Through the screen I could make out his figure, he was a tall man and he seemed to fill the booth entirely. I quickly made the sign of the cross, “Forgive me father for I have sinned. You know when I last confessed.”

I heard him chuckle lightly. “Yes, two days ago. Do you have anything to confess, Miss MacLean?”

I really didn’t have anything to be ashamed of so I paused to think. I took confession seriously and had never had a problem before. I wished Father Patrick were there instead.

I rubbed the cross of my rosary absentmindedly but couldn’t come up with anything to confess. “I’m sorry, Father.”

“Take your time.” He leaned forward and I could tell by the tilt of his head that he was looking back at me through the screen. I dropped my head.

There were some things I would have told Father Patrick without hesitation and so I mustered up the courage and just started in.

“I have been having lustful thoughts about someone I shouldn’t. I yelled back at my mother yesterday out of frustration. I also told a lie to my father on Saturday to keep my brother out of trouble. Oh, and I was blatantly not paying attention in Mass today.”

“We sometimes have too much on our minds but you must try to focus during Mass. You aren’t usually like this and so it is easily forgiven. Try to rid your mind in prayer before Mass begins next time. Now, your brother, what he did, will it have repercussions?”

“I don’t think so, Father. It was an innocent prank.”

“You should be honest with your father. God wants us to respect our parents. kültür escort By telling your father it gives him the chance to decide what action needs to be taken. It is his duty to teach his children. Will you tell your father whatever it is Regan employed Rhyan to do?”

“Yes, Father, I will as soon as I see him today — But, how did you know the situation without me saying anything?”

“What else could have happened, Miss MacLean? Your brothers never act without the other.”

His voice was thick with humor and I couldn’t help but laugh in response. “I guess it is obvious.”

“Now, as for your mother, I bring up respect again. It is your duty to check your temper. I know it is hard sometimes, we all have bad days. You must pray for God to help you with patience.”

I had grown comfortable as he spoke. His speech had a hypnotizing cadence and what he said would have mimicked Father Patrick. However, he paused for a moment and I started to grow uncomfortable again.

“Have you acted on these lustful thoughts, Sloane?”

The sound of my name on his lips made me swallow hard. He had never used my name before. “I — I have committed an offence against chastity.” I blushed when my voice cracked.

“You have committed this offence with someone?”

“N-no, Father, alone.”

There was another pause. “It is normal to have these urges but with the help of God we can try to refrain…” He hesitated. “Sloane,” he was more casual as he spoke now, “I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable and it isn’t proper for me to speak so candidly to you. However, masturbation, I feel, is quite normal as long as you do not abuse such activity.”

I only nodded, I couldn’t speak.

“Good. You are fine, do not worry about this.”

I felt better after what he said even though it had been embarrassing.

“I want you to recite your Act of Contrition out loud.”

“Out loud?”

“I have been making everyone lately. You would be surprised how many of your peers do not know how.”

I didn’t hesitate. “Lord, I am sorry to offend You. I detest all my sins, because I dread the loss of Heaven and the pains of Hell. But most of all because I have offended You, Lord, who deserves all my love. With Your help I will sin no more, I will do penance, and avoid paths that put me in the way of sin. Amen.”

“That was lovely. Now, I want you to pray to God for strength to avoid such occasions where you grow vexed and lash out or feel the need to fib.” He left out the masturbation part and I couldn’t help but smile. So the priest thought it was okay to masturbate? This was an odd twist.

“For penance I want you to say the Lord’s Prayer and Hail Mary each seven times before you leave the booth. I would also like you to give up three afternoons and help me in my office as an act of sacrifice.

“What?”

“I could think of something else if…”

I shook my head and groaned. “No, Father, I will be there.”

“God, the Father of mercies, through the death and resurrection of his Son has reconciled the world to himself and sent the Holy Spirit among us for the forgiveness of sins; through the ministry of the Church may God give you pardon and peace, and I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.”

I made the sign of the cross, “Amen.”

Father McKinnon got up and left but I stayed and finished my prayers. I normally would have been pissed but I found myself anticipating seeing Father McKinnon again. This was a strange turn of events.

“Why do you have to stay after though, I don’t get it?” Regan was scowling at me.

“It’s an act of sacrifice. I’m sure you’ve been asked to make one for penance?”

“Yeah, but I never do it. Just don’t go.”

“Regan, just tell dad for me. I’ll call when I need a ride.”

“Fine, yeah, we’ll come get you.”

Rhyan grabbed me and gave me a squeeze then grabbed Regan’s arm and pulled him away. Regan was the voice and Rhyan was the fist. The two couldn’t ever be whole without the other. I loved them more than anything.

I stood at Father McKinnon’s office door. It was ajar and I could see him sitting at his desk. He was bent over writing something. He didn’t see me but he knew I was there somehow. “Come in Miss MacLean and take a seat.”

There was a chair at his desk opposite him. I entered and sat down. Without looking at me he dropped a stack of papers in front of me and then a red pen. “Grade these using your own judgment.”

The papers were essays from a class below me. He knew I would have no problem with these seeing as how I took all of his advanced classes. Before he started staring at me I really liked Father McKinnon, he was my favorite teachers out of Father Patrick and the nuns.

The rest of the time spent in Father McKinnon’s presence passed without much happening except that I caught him looking at me every now and then.

I had to give up two more afternoons with Father McKinnon markantalya escort as part of penance but I didn’t mind. Afterwards I even offered to continue helping him. I had realized in the past couple days that Father McKinnon’s extra time was completely taken up with school work. He greatly appreciated the help.

Eventually I was very comfortable around him and he told me I didn’t have to confess every day anymore. However, I continued to do it anyway. I even managed to get a couple of the other students involved in daily confessions. Father McKinnon was pleased with all the extracurricular activities I was doing and so he wrote a letter to the Archbishop of our diocese nominating me for a scholarship.

Three Months Later:

I sat at Father McKinnon’s desk, in his seat; he stood behind me putting books away, he had just finished putting a lesson plan together. “Sloane, have you ever thought of becoming a nun?”

I looked up and just gaped at him.

He turned and looked at me. “You are one of the most devout students I have ever come across. You are smart and ambitious. You could make it far in…”

“I could never be a nun,” I cut him off.

“Why?”

“You want me to be frank or sugarcoat it?”

“I would prefer frankness.” He was smiling.

“It is a man’s world. I would never be able to rise as high as a man so what would be the point?” I could tell he wanted to argue with me so I went further. “I wouldn’t be able to be me in that world. Besides I dislike nuns. I think they are unnecessarily harsh with their pupils, they take out their personal frustrations on us…”

Now he cut me off. “I admit that they can be harsh disciplinarians but they do it to push their students. It is how they were taught. If you take the vows you can act to change the ways in which we teach.”

“Father, I just couldn’t do it!” I was fervent on this, I had my reasons.

“It was just a suggestion, Sloane, calm down.” His eyes were laughing. “You couldn’t be a nun, you are right.”

“Why?”

“You are too passionate.” His eyes roamed me now and I blushed.

I had to admit that he was an attractive man and when he looked at me that way it forced me to look at him as that man. I didn’t like it, I had always thought of priests as something above man. Father McKinnon was too handsome to be a priest, it was distracting. What mad it even worse was that I couldn’t stop the wild fantasies I had about him. It was disturbing that my mind always went in that direction but I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t attracted to the guys my age; I hadn’t really been attracted to anyone before Father McKinnon. My liking for him started gradually, I hadn’t even noticed it existed until he started staring at me.

“I am not too passionate.”

“You are, you are a wonton little thing, I can tell.” He was still staring at me, maybe more intently than before.

My mouth dropped in shock. Had he really said that? “Father, you seem to want me to feel comfortable enough to talk to you about anything?” He nodded. “Can I ask you something, then?”

“You can ask me anything.”

“Why do you look at me the way you do sometimes?”

His mouth twitched as he thought what to say, he obviously hadn’t expected me to ask that. “My body reacts to you. I try to hide it but I do a piss poor job, I know. I’ll try harder in the future.”

“You are a priest, you can’t seriously think of me that way?” I couldn’t stop my eyes from roaming his form. Why did he have to be so attractive? Was his voice naturally sexy? My imagination was going wild.

He leaned down and looked me in the face, his hands resting on the chair’s armrests “I am only a man, what do you want from me?” His voice had grown softer, silkier.

I felt a warmth pool in my loins at his words. I wish he weren’t a priest. I tried to banish the thought but I would willingly give myself to him if he asked. What I really wanted from him would surly shock him. “I don’t want anything from you,” I lied.

“You are a smart girl, Sloane.” He turned from me then and started to head out of his office. “We are done for the day, Miss MacLean.”

I stared at his retreating form feeling a little foolish. I couldn’t believe he actually admitted his attraction to me. But then, why shouldn’t he be honest? He was a priest and would never act on such thoughts.

I was too embarrassed to show up after school the next day. So, the day after that, it was no surprise when he stopped me after English class.

“You didn’t come to my office yesterday. Are you upset with what happened in my office?”

I shook my head. “No, Father, I figured distance would help.”

He smiled and laughed. “Sloane, I will not betray your trust. I would never act on such bodily urges. However, if the idea makes you uncomfortable I understand you not wanting to continue the Teacher’s Aid program.”

“No! I am not uncomfortable I just… I don’t know. I’ll be there today, Father.” I didn’t want to go but at the same time I did want to go. It was a battle in my brain. I loved being around Father McKinnon, he was laid back and easy to talk to. It was nice to run my thoughts by someone who could give me unbiased advice. So, I would get over my crush and go.

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