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Der Zauberlehrling Teil 20What the Fuck (Was zum Teufel)©bigboy265Das was ich Nachmittags mit Mama geplant hatte, nämlich einen Ausritt zu unseren Tieren mussten wir auf heute verlegen, zwei Tage später. Ich musste an besagten Tag meinem Opa helfen und gestern, hatte meine Mutter keine Zeit, Ich sah sie auch den ganzen Tag nicht und meine Schwester auch nicht. Das einzige gute daran. Diese Mistfotze! Ich kann sie auf den Tod nicht leiden.Das einzige erfreuliche an den geplatzten Ausritt war, das sich mein Vater und Michelle richtig gut verstanden und anscheinend auch sich halber wund gevögelt hatten. Einzigstes Problem, Mutti verlangte nach Sex mit ihrem Mann. Er stöhnte und ich steckte ihm ein Kondom zu. Am nächsten Morgen, lief mein Vater irgendwie geknickt. “Was ist los?” Fragte ich ihn. “Oh Mann, deine Mutter hat das Gummi zum schmelzen gebracht, so geil war sie noch nie. Scheiße ist nur wenn ich versuche gerade zu laufen, dann scheuert es und es brennt wie Feuer”. Ich konnte nicht mehr, ich lachte was das Zeug hält und bekam mich gar nicht mehr ein. Lies ihn auch einfach stehen und machte meine Arbeit. Rief ihm nur zurück, “es wird Zeit das du wieder aktiv wirst, du weißt wie du es wegbekommst”. Er verzog sein Gesicht und machte mir eine blöde Grimasse. Wie sagt man so schön, wer den Schaden hat, braucht sich um den Spott nicht zu sorgen. Aber komm schon, ist es mein Vater und ist er Nachfahre von Merlin? Kann er zaubern oder nicht? Also, dann soll er sich nicht so anstellen. Ehrlich diese alten Männer immer. Es ging doch nur um einen wunden Schwanz und nicht um eine Erkältung.Gut an dem Tag war, wie eben schon erwähnt das Mutti nicht da war und wenn er es schafft den anderen Damen aus dem Weg zu gehen, dann könnte sich sein Schwanz erholen. Mein Vater half nun seinem Vater, was ich toll fand. Denn meiner lief ja schon fast vollautomatisch. Nur kurz die Gedanken spielen lassen und schon konnte man was anderes machen. Monika und Yasmin hatten nun auch viel mehr Zeit und konnten endlich mal ihre Sachen erledigen und ihren Hobbys nachgehen, wie zum Beispiel in ihrem Gewächshaus sein und das machen was einem Glücklich macht. Der Idealfall wäre natürlich noch einen Schwanz in der Nähe der sie nicht nur fickt, sondern sie auch Peitscht und andere Schmerzen zufügt.Ich freute mich darüber das mein Opa und mein Vater die Möglichkeit hatten wieder gemeinsam einen Hof zu bewirtschaften. Auch Oma, wird wohl überglücklich über diese Tatsache sein. Endlich ist ihr geliebter Sohn wieder da. Er macht was ihm soviel Freude bringt und blüht endlich wieder auf.Stehe nun im Stall und sattel gerade Amigo, der sich darüber freut. Vorallem weil er weiß das sein angebetete Stute heute von meiner Mutter geritten wird und sie zusammen ausreiten. “Ich finde deine Mama echt Klasse, Nick”. Meinte Amigo zu mir und Kalifa setzte einen drauf, “sie ist eine die man nur lieb haben muss, ich freue mich so auf sie. Kommt sie bald?”Ich lachte auf, weil ich gerade feststellte, das es egal ist, wo eine Frau mit einem redet, oder eine Stute, sie tun sich beide nichts ab. Sie sind so gleich, neugierig und ungeduldig. “Weiß nicht wo sie bleibt, wir hatten uns nach den Frühstück hier verabredet”. Fuhr mit dem Satteln fort und richtete alles her. Als plötzlich die Tür aufging und Mama den Stall betrat. Ich merkte sofort das was nicht stimmte. Sie hatte zwar ein gezwungenes Lächeln aufgesetzt, aber sie sieht nicht danach aus, das sie fröhlich oder Glücklich war. Als sie bei uns war, gab sie mir einen Kuss und meinte, “Guten Morgen mein Schatz. Ich hoffe dir geht es gut?” Drückte mir unter Schmerzen einen Kuss auf die Wange.Ich sah sie komisch an und sagte, “Ich sollte eher fragen, wie es dir geht?” Sie winkte mit der Hand ab und meinte, “Ach halb so schlimm, ich habe mir nur einen Nerv eingeklemmt”. Halb so schlimm die spinnt doch! “Hab aber schon was dagegen genommen, Schatz. Es wird schon gehen”. Hier stimmt doch was nicht? Mein Vater wird sie doch gestern Nacht nicht so hergenommen haben und ihr solche Schmerzen zugefügt haben das sie heute kaum laufen kann. Es gibt gewisse Punkte im Leben wo man alles auf eine Karte setzen musste. Das man auch ein Geheimnis nach außen tragen musste um etwas schlimmes wieder heil zu machen. “Ma, dreh dich um und vertrau mir”. Sie wich zurück, “Nein Junge es ist schon gut, ich komme damit klar”. So langsam werde ich sauer. “Mutti, du lässt dir jetzt von mir helfen oder ich binde dich zwischen die zwei Säulen und hole eine Peitsche”. Sie versucht zu lächeln, “Oh das könnte mir schon gefallen, nur jetzt bitte nicht”. “Mama echt jetzt. Steh still und lass es mich sehen, oder ich lege dich über das Knie”. “So ist das also, mein Sohn schlägt Frauen. Na du bist ja ein ganz schlimmer”. Diese ganzen Sprüche, waren nur ein Versuch sich davonzustehlen. Man sah deutlich das sie vor lauter Schmerzen nicht mal richtig stehen konnte. Wie wollte sie da reiten, geschweige denn überhaupt etwas machen.”Mutter, hör auf mit dieser Scheiße, ich sehe doch das du dir keinen Nerv eingeklemmt hast, sondern einen anderen Schmerz erfahren hast. War es Papa, dann kriegt er Ärger mit mir”. Sie schaute auf den Boden, ein klares Indiz dafür das ich recht hatte. Wut entbrannt, wollte ich an Mama vorbei um mir meinen Vater vorzuknöpfen. Auch wenn er sich endlich mal Luft verschafft hat, gibt es ihm noch lange nicht das Recht so mit ihr umzugehen. Mama hielt mich am Arm fest, “Nick nicht, es war nicht dein Vater. Lass es sie ist zu mächtig, du kommst gegen sie nicht an”. Die aussage irritierte mich, welche sie? Aber es war mir auch klar, das ich erst ihr helfen musste und der Rest würde sich dann schon ergeben. So nickte ich nur. “Gut und nun runter mit den Sachen, ich will es mir ansehen und versuchen dir Linderung zu verschaffen”. Wieder hatte sie den Kopf gesenkt und leise meinte sie, “Okay mein Junge, aber bitte erschrick nicht”. Sie knöpfte ihr kariertes Hemd auf und zog es sehr vorsichtig aus. Nicht erschrecken! Für den Arsch! What the Fuck! Ich ging mit offenen Mund drei Schritte zurück. Mein Gott wer hat ihr das angetan. Das hat mit Lust und SM nichts mehr zu tun. Das war eher ein Strafgefangenlager oder das auspeitschen im Mittelalter auf einem Schiff.Ihr Rücken mit aufgeplatzten Striemen übersät, die meisten davon tief und waren immer noch blutig. Die Peitsche musste um den ganzen Körper gegangen sein, denn auch ihr Bauch und ihre Brüste waren voll mit Stiemen, auf gut deutsch da war alles am Arsch. Mit den schlimmsten gejammere was man sich vorstellen kann, zog meine Mutter ihre Jeans aus. Ein Unterhöschen trug sie nicht. Aber auch hier kein besseres Bild. Es zog sich von der Brust bis zum Fuße durch. Ich wurde blas bei diesem Anblick und die Tiere, die sie so sehr mochten, waren dabei zu weinen, als sie das sahen. Kalifa und Amigo wich ebenfalls zurück und waren nah dran zu verzweifeln. Wir alle fragten uns wer macht so was und wie kann man das ertragen.Ich kam zu ihr und streichelte die einzige frei stelle. Ihre Wange! “Mama, das was jetzt passiert, ist etwas was du selber kannst”. Sie sah mich erschrocken an, sagte aber nichts dazu. Ohne sie zu berühren ließ ich meine Hände langsam über ihren Körper gleiten. Die gleiche Situation wie bei dem Bison.Sagte, wie auch bei dem Tier die Magischen Worte immer wieder, “sana femoris, sana femoris, sana femoris,…..” Meine Hände fingen an zu glühen, sie wurden warm und so wie meine Überlegung war, funktionierte es auch. Das was bei einem Tier hilft und sogar Knochen heilen kann muss doch auch so eine kaputte Haut wieder herstellen. Tatsächlich, ich konnte dabei zusehen, wie sich die Aufgerissene Haut wieder verschloss und wie die Wunden verschwanden. Kurze Zeit später sah man an meiner Mutter keine Striemen mehr. Sondern nur einen wunderschönen nackten Frauenkörper. Mama sah mich an und fragte, “Wie ist das möglich? Woher kannst du das?” Ich lachte kurz und meinte, “was hältst du davon, wenn wir die Tiere rausschmeißen, machen den Stall sauber, nehmen die Pferde und ich zeige dir meine Herden mit denen ich Geld verdienen möchte. Dort werde ich dir auch alles erklären.Sie nickte, “alles was du willst, mein Sohn”. Es schien so als ob sie stolz auf mich wäre. Es fehlte nur noch das sie anstatt mein Sohn, mein Meister zu mir gesagt hätte. Sie kam mir so unterwürfig vor. Aber das konnte doch nicht sein, nicht sie! Meine starke Mutter die sogar meinen Opa und meinen Vater beherrschte. Oh, wie man sich immer wieder täuschen kann!Kaum waren alle Tiere draußen, schnappte sich Mutti eine Schaufel. Ich dagegen setzt mich auf Amigo und wartete. Sie sah mich an und meinte, “ich dachte wir machen den Stall sauber?” Ich fand es richtig zu diesem Zeitpunkt ihr zu zeigen was in mir steckt. Ich habe sie eben von tiefen Schmerzen geheilt, da wäre jetzt ein so tun also ob doch der letzte Scheiß. Meine Mutter ist nicht blöd und weiß genau was hier los ist.”Komm Mama, das macht der Stall selber”. Sie sah mich mit Fragezeichen über dem Kopf an und stellte die Schaufel wieder zurück. Gerade als sie auf das Pferd stieg, ging es los. Die Besen, machten die Vorarbeit, gefolgt von Heugabeln und Schaufeln. Auch der Wasserschlauch kam schon seiner Arbeit nach. Meine Mutter schüttelte den Kopf, aber lachte dabei. Es überraschte sie nicht. Wir ritten als erstes hoch zum See. Meine Mutter freute sich endlich mal wieder auf dem Rücken eines Pferdes zu sitzen. Sie war eine gute Reiterin und man sah auch wie bei ihr die Anspannung abfiel. Wie locker sie wurde und irgendwie auch den Eindruck machte Glücklich zu sein. Schnell waren wir am See und Mutti staunte nicht schlecht als sie die Büffel sah. Sie sah mich an, dann die Büffel und nun wieder mich. “Das ist nicht dein Ernst, oder? Du spinnst doch mitten in Bayern Wasserbüffel zu züchten und zu vermarkten”. Stieg vom Pferd und ließ einen Pfiff los. Da kam er der Bulle schlecht hin. Angerannt wie ein Hund der sich freut, das das Herrchen da ist und nun mit ihm spielt. Meine Mutti wurde unruhig, “Nick, Vorsicht!” “Alles gut Mama, ich habe das unter Kontrolle”. Um ihre Angst weiter zu schüren, betrat ich das Gehege. “Nick, nicht komm da raus, bitte”. Sie wusste nicht was sie tun sollte. Ich spürte das sie irgendetwas Magisches vorhatte um mich zu schützen. Ich las ihre Gedanken. “Lass es Mama, vertrau mir ich habe es im Griff”. Sie zögerte, aber entschloss sich mir zu vertrauen. Amadeo rannte weiter auf mich zu. Kurz vor mir legte er eine Notbremse hin und Mama sah weg. Sie konnte es nicht mit ansehen, wie ihrem Sohn etwas passiert.Als sie wieder zu mir schaute, hing Amadeo an mir und wir kuschelten. “Mama, darf ich dir Amadeo vorstellen, der Boss meiner Büffel”. Ich wusste das meine Mutter mit Tieren ebenfalls reden kann. Was sie nun auch tat und zwar klar und deutlich, “Es freut mich dich kennenzulernen, ich hoffe mein Sohn ist nett zu euch und behandelt euch gut?””Die freute liegt ganz bei mir Madame, es freut mich sehr die Mama unseres Bosses kennenzulernen. Wie sie sehen, geht es uns prächtig und wir hatten noch nie soviel Auslauf und geschweige denn einen eigenen See für uns”. Meine Mutter strahlte über beide Backen und beobachtete die ganze Szenerie von Kalifas Rücken aus. Ich stieg ebenfalls wieder auf und meinte noch, “Du weißt das du mir die Mädels heute Nachmittag zu melken vorbeischickst”. “Ja bağlıca escort alle wissen Bescheid und sind nur zu gerne bereit die Milch abzugeben”. Ich nickte und ritt mit meiner Mutti weiter.Wir ließen es nun langsam angehen. “Wie kommt man auf die Idee, solche Tiere zu halten und das in Deutschland”. Ich lachte auf, “Ach Mama wir sind noch nicht fertig, es gibt noch eine zweite Herde. Aber um deine Frage zu beantworten, Rindviecher gibt es genug in Deutschland. Mir war klar das ich etwas benötige was es nur sehr wenig gibt und immer mehr am kommen ist. Ich sag da nur Büffelmozzarella”. “Verstehe” war kurz und knapp ihre Antwort. “Was hältst du von meinem Betrieb, Mutti”. Sie strahlte als wir uns ansahen. “Ich bin begeistert, was ihr da auf die Füße gestellt habt, ich hoffe das deine Wünsche in Erfüllung gehen und werde dich unterstützen wo ich kann, aber…” Sie unterbrach den Satz und sagt auch nichts weiter. Ich ließ es im Raum stehen, warum sollte ich auch nachhaken, sie wird es mir erzählen wenn sie soweit ist.Als wir an der unter Weide ankamen und Mama sah was da für Tiere rumrannten, bekam sie große Augen. “Du hast sie doch nicht mehr alle, sag mir bitte das das nicht deine Herde ist”. Ich lachte lauthals auf und sagte, “es tut mir leid, aber die gehören mir”. Wieder ließ ich einen Pfiff los und auch hier kam er gleich angerannt, der größte und ein Brocken von Bison.Ich stieg ab und meinte, “Na komm Ma steig ab”. Sie zeigte mir den Vogel und meinte “Bist du noch ganz richtig, Ich bleibe wo ich bin!” Jetzt lachte nicht nur ich auf, sondern auch Amigo und Kalifa. Amigo meinte noch, “Keine Angst unser Ferdinand ist ein ganz lieber” Mam tat so als ob sie es nicht verstand, “Nochmal wie heißt dieser Brocken”, “Ferdinand”, antwortete Kalifa. “Aha, verstehe”, anscheinend reichte der Name aus, das meine Mutter doch abstieg und zu mir kam. Zwar sich hinter mir versteckte aber sie war bei mir und hatte das vertrauen, das ihr Sohn schon auf sie aufpasst. Ferdinand legte ein breites Lächeln auf und kam dann langsam zu mir. Kaum stupste er mich an, war das Kuscheln vorprogrammiert. Geil ein knapp 1000Kg. Bulle und er will nur spielen.”Na wie geht es dir mein Freund?”. Fragte ich meinen Bison, wie absurd, oder? “Sehr gut Nick, danke. Na was hast du denn heute für eine wunderschöne junge Begleitung dabei?” Ich lachte auf und sagte, “Du kannst es nicht lassen du alter Charmeur, “Darf ich dir Vorstellen, meine Mama”. Er machte einen Knicks und sagte, “ravi de vous rencontrer, Madame (nett sie kennenzulernen, Madame)”. Überrascht sah ich ihn an, wie jetzt, seit wann spricht er Französisch?Meine Mutti war so davon angetan, das sie hinter mir vortrat und ihm einen Kuss auf die Wange gab, nennt man das bei Tieren so? Auf jeden Fall war die Angst meiner Mutter wie weggeblasen, sie streichelte ihn und sie benahmen sich als ob sie sich schon ewig kennen. Was mich sehr freute, den das beeinflusst bestimmt ihre Meinung darüber wo der Junge nach der Woche bleiben soll.Trotzdem wurde ich ernst, denn hier stimmt doch was nicht und ich will jetzt alles wissen, die ganze Wahrheit. Neben dem Zaun waren zwei große Findlinge, ich setzte mich auf einen und meinte, “Mutti, wir müssen reden. Wir müssen einiges Besprechen, denn du wirst sicher verstehen das ich hier nicht weggehe und du wirst sicher auch gemerkt habe das ich die Fähigkeit habe etwas dagegen zu tun. Nur nichts liegt mir weiter entfernt, als mich mit dir zu streiten oder auf eine Konfrontation darauf einzulassen, wo keiner weiß wie sie ausgeht”.Auch Mama hörte auf zu lächeln, sah nun ebenfalls ernst und traurig aus. Sie setzte sich ebenfalls auf den anderen Findling und Ferdinand machte Sitz. Vielleicht war es gar nicht schlecht, das unsere Pferde und Ferdinand es mitbekamen. Meine Mutter senkte den Kopf und es war ein Moment lang stille. Schweigen, und man hörte den Wind, der leise über die großen weiten Weiden strich.Leise fing meine Mutter an zu erzählen, “Ach Nick, auch ich will nicht das du hier weggehst, will ja nicht einmal das dein Vater wieder den Hof verlässt, aber leider liegt diese Entscheidung nicht bei mir oder bei deinem Vater”. Ich riss die Augen auf und verstand es mal wieder nicht. Ich denke sie ist diejenige die unser ganzes Leben bestimmt und nun erzählt sie mir das die Entscheidung jemand anderes trägt. Wer den sonst, ist doch keiner mehr in der Familie der dazu in der Lage wäre. Oma die hat null Macht, nur eine geile Fotze. Opa, würde seinem Sohn oder mit das nie antun. Mein Vater wäre Blöd wenn er sich das die ganzen Jahre selber angetan hat. Es bleiben doch nur Mutter und ….. .Ich sprang auf und schrie, What the Fuck”. Nein das konnte nicht sein, nicht sie, nicht meine blöde bescheuerte Schwester. Die kann doch gar nichts. Also so dachte ich! “Willst du mir gerade erzählen, das Dana für das Unglücklich in unserer Familie verantwortlich ist?” Meine Mutter hatte ihren Kopf gesenkt und nickte nur.Ich setzte mich wieder und fragte, “verstehe ich nicht, ich denke du bist eine Nachfahrin Morganas und du kommst nicht gegen meine Schwester an?”. Sie riss den Kopf nach oben, “woher weißt du das?”. “Die Frage ist jetzt nicht dein Ernst, oder? Ist ja auch selbstverständlich die Sprache der Tiere zu sprechen. Männer benutzen um ihnen ihre Magischen Kräfte zu rauben, oder wie wurde es in eurem Buch beschrieben”. Wieder sah sie mich “welches Buch?”. Ich lachte kurz auf, “na Stricken leicht gemacht”. Sie wurde rot, dann blas, es folgte Kreidebleich und langsam normalisierte es sich wieder.”Soll das heißen du konntest es lesen?”. “Klar, es dauerte einen Moment, aber dann verschoben sich die Buchstaben und es war wie ein normales Buch”. Sie lächelte und sagte leise, “What the Fuck, dann stimmt es doch, dann bist du der…. Ich glaube ich sollte dir nun alles erzählen, das du weißt wie alles zusammenhängt, aber eine Frage habe ich vorher noch, woher weißt du das ich ein Nachkömmlings Morganas bin”.Ich lachte auf, “nun das war ein blöder Zufall, aber sagt dir der Name Michelle Bernard etwas?”. Sie sah mich einen Moment an und war am überlegen. “Ich kannte mal eine Michelle als wir Kinder waren. Ich habe oft mit ihr gespielt und meine Mutter hatte sie so lieb wie eine zweite Tochter. Nur weiß ich nicht mehr ob sie Bernard mit Familienname hieß”.”Doch Mama, genau die meine ich. Sie Arbeit für mich! Sie hat die Herde vorher betreut und wollte sie nicht alleine lassen. Als wir dann ausritten, kam sie schnell dahinter das ich Magische Kräfte habe. So kamen wir ins Gespräch und sie hatte mir eben erzählt das du auf einem Bauernhof aufgewachsen bist. Von ihr erfuhr ich auch das du eine Morgana bist”.Sie lachte auf und meinte, “Weiber, sie können einfach nicht die Fresse halten”. Wir lachten beide auf, denn sie meinte das eher lustig wie wirklich ernst. “Okay, mein Schatz, dann werde ich dir mal meine Lebensgeschichte erzählen, und wie es heute um uns steht. Wie du ja erfahren hast bin ich auf einem Bauernhof aufgewachsen. Es war eine sehr schöne Kindheit. Deine Oma war sehr lieb zu mir und zeigte mir auch früh schon wie das mit dem Zaubern geht. Leider dachte deine Oma das sie mit unserer Magie alles regeln kann. Nur der Staat hat sie eines besseren belehrt. So verloren wir alles und deine Oma ging daran leider auch zu Grunde. Für sie war nur noch eines wichtig, das Vermächtnis Morgana weiterzuführen und alle Nachkömmlinge von Merlin zu vernichten, Dies war auch das was sie mir auf dem Sterbebett abgerungen hatte und ich es ihr versprechen musste. Mir gelang es auch wirklich die letzte Linie hier in deinem Vater zu finden. Nur passierte etwas was so nicht geplant war, ich verliebte mich unsterblich in deinen Vater und konnte mein versprechen nicht einlösen. Warum auch! Nur musst du wissen, das es eine Wahrsagung gibt. Wenn sich die Linie der Morgana und die Linie der Merlins kreuzen und vereinen. Sowie daraus ein Kind entsteht, wird dieses Kind der mächtigste Zauberer auf dieser Erde werden. Allerdings wird dieses Kind eine Seite auslöschen. Was bedeutete, das wenn es ein Mädchen wird sie die Macht hätte die Merlins auszurotten. Sollte es aber ein Junge werden, dann wären die Morganas verloren. Eigentlich wollte ich keine Kinder haben den ich liebte deinen Vater so sehr, das ich es mir nie verziehen hätte können ihn so zu hintergehen, er weiß ja nicht das ich eine Morgana bin. Trotzdem wurde ich Schwanger und freute mich auch auf das Kind. Zu diesem Zeitpunkt lebten wir hier und waren alle so glücklich. Ich durfte wieder auf einem Bauernhof leben und hatte die Liebe meines Lebens gefunden. Mein Kind hatte die Möglichkeit ebenfalls eine wunderschöne Kindheit zu erleben. Dein Vater dachte das er jetzt noch mehr machen müsste und war bemüht das wir alles haben, das er uns alle Wünsche erfüllen müsste. Was ich gar nicht wollte, aber ich konnte mit ihm darüber nicht reden, er wollte nichts davon wissen.. Er verließ Morgens um 5.00 Uhr das Haus und kam erst um Mitternacht wieder zurück. Er arbeitete sich regelrecht zu Tode. Im Zauberbuch habe ich dann etwas gefunden wie ich ihm seine Macht nehmen konnte und tat es auch. Das gleiche machte ich mit deinem Opa. Sie konnten sich nicht mehr wehren und so brachte ich ihn und deine Schwester von hier weg. Heute weiß ich das es der größte Fehler in meinem Leben war. Mein zweiter Fehler den ich begann war, das ich etwas total falsch eingeschätzt habe. Ich dachte das deine Schwester keine Magischen Kräfte besaß. So habe ich überschnell gehandelt und gab ihr mit nur einem Jahr einen großen Teil von mir ab. Denn ich wollte das sie es einfach hat im Leben. Nur dann passierte es das sie ihre Kräfte doch noch bekam und somit stärker war wie ich. Dieses kleine Miststück konnte mich schon mit 1 1/2 Jahren kontrollieren. Als ich dann erfuhr das ich wieder Schwanger bin. Hätte ich fast wieder zu schnell die größte Fehlentscheidung in meinem Leben getroffen. Ich hatte die große Befürchtung das dieses Kind der Auserwählte ist und es sollte ein Junge werden. Wir waren trotzdem Glücklich und ich hatte eine kleine Familie. Ich wollte das alles schützen, meine Tochter mich und auch deinen Vater. Ich wollte allen zuvorkommen und den Außerwählt erst gar nicht auf die Welt bringen und beschloss dich abtreiben zu lassen”. Sie fing an zu weinen und so nahm ich sie schnell in meine Arme. “Nick, bitte verzeih mir, das ich das wollte. Du bist so ein wunderbarer Mensch, so ein toller Sohn. Aber zu dem damaligem Zeitpunkt stand für mich fest, das du mich und deine Schwester ohne große Probleme aus der Welt schaffen konntest. Gott sei Dank, war dein Vater so eisern und ließ das nicht zu. Ich hoffe nur das du mir das je verzeihen kannst, mein geliebter Sohn”.Ich hielt sie fest in meinen Armen und musste feststellen, das meine Mutter nun in einem ganz anderen Licht sich für mich darstellte. Sie ist nicht die Böse, wie ich es angenommen habe. Sie wollte Papa hier nicht wegbringen, sondern ihn nur schützen. Sie liebt ihn anscheinend wirklich. Tut alles um auf ihre Familie aufzupassen und erträgt wohl auch die schlimmsten Schmerzen für die Familie.”Mama”, fing ich an zu fragen. “Erzähl mir doch mal bitte welche verfickte Drecksau dir solche Schmerzen zugefügt hat?” Sie löste die Umarmung, lief rot an, senkte ihren Kopf und flüsterte leise, “Dana!”. Es war so leise bala escort das ich es nicht verstand, oder nicht verstehen wollte. Ich denke es war eher das zweite, denn das konnte doch nicht sein. “Wie bitte”, fragte ich erneut. Mutti erhob ihren Kopf sah mir voll in meine Augen und Tränen flossen an der Wange herab. Trotzdem sagte sie in einem ruhigen und normalen Ton, “deine Schwester, Dana!”Ich setzte mich auf den Findling und konnte es nicht glauben. Also ich wollte es nicht glauben. Warum tut sie das ihrer eigenen Mutter an, die Mutter die sie beschützt, die Mutter die immer für sie da ist. Die Mutter die alles macht für sie, oder ist es genau deswegen. “Mama, warum tut sie dir sowas an?”. Ich war der Verzweiflung nah. Das ich sie nicht mochte, wissen wir, aber sowas hätte ich ihr nicht zugetraut. Mama, sah wie es mich fertig machte und war wieder kurz davor zu weinen. “Schatz, es tut mir so leid. Ich wollte das es nie jemand erfährt. Wollte es alleine Regeln, aber ich habe einfach nicht mehr die Macht gegen sie anzukommen und sie weiß das auch genau. Sie weiß es schon so lange. Wo deine Schwester noch klein war, ging es. Es waren Kleinigkeiten, wie wenn sie im Supermarkt etwas nicht bekam, zwang sie mich dazu. Als sie in der Pubertät war, wurde es unerträglich. Der Horror schlecht hin und immer darauf bedacht, das Papa nichts mitbekommt. Als sie merkte was sie alles mit ihrem schönen Körper anstellen kann und wie leicht sie die Männer manipulieren konnte. Fickte sie sich die Seele aus dem Leib. Als ihr das nicht mehr reichte, machte sie mich zu ihrer Sklavin und ich musste dann ihre dreckigen Spielchen mitmachen. Sie hatte auch im Buch gelesen, wie man anderen ihre Kräfte rauben kann. Was ich dann bei deinem Papa anwenden musste. Dadurch wurde sie für kurze Zeit Stärker. Als es klar war, das wir zu euch kommen, wollte sie das nicht. Sie hasst es hier und will so schnell wie möglich wieder weg. Deshalb sollte ich mit euch allen Schlafen und euch Männern die Kräfte entziehen. Damit ihr nichts gegen sie unternehmen könnt. Aber Nick, mal ehrlich du weißt das, oder? Deshalb sollten Papa und Opa in Wirklichkeit zu dir kommen und deshalb hast du mich gestern nur mit Kondom gefickt”.Ich lachte auf, obwohl mir gar nicht zum Lachen zu mute war. “Ja Mam du siehst das richtig”. “Hab ich mir schon gedacht. Das war auch der Grund warum ich so verprügelt wurde von ihr. Sie war gestern stinksauer, das ich es nicht geschafft habe dir deine Kräfte zu stehlen. Sie hatte mich an der Decke aufgehängt und mir mit einer Bullwhip 70 Schläge verpasst. Danach musste ich ihr die Lederstiefeln ablecken und mich auch noch bedanken, für diese Scheiße! Als ob das nicht reichen würde, hatte sie gestern noch Brennsessel in meine Fotze gestopft und ich musste sie dreimal zu Orgasmus lecken. Als sie mit mir fertig war, gab sie mir einen Tritt und ließ mich auf dem Boden liegend zurück. Mit der Anweisung das ich mir das nie wieder erlauben sollte”. Mir war schlecht, besser gesagt mir war kotzelendig zu mute. Als ich meine Kräfte entdeckte war es toll. Als ich zu Opa kam und merkte was ich alles damit machen kann, war ich Euphorisch und war sowas von begeistert davon. Auch als sich meine Eltern ankündigten sah ich es gelassen, denn ich war jedem Gleichwertig. Das ich Außerwählt bin, ist mir egal und interessiert mich nicht. Genauso wenig die Prophezeiung das ich jemanden vernichten werde. Denn das wollte ich nicht und werde es auch nicht. Warum auch, meine Eltern sind toll und ich bin absolut Glücklich wo ich bin und was ich machen darf. Die einzige die unser aller Glück im Wege steht ist meine Schwester. Was ich nicht verstehe, sie ist alt genug, soll sie doch ihr Leben, leben und uns unsere Ruhe lassen. Wer hat ihr den das verboten, oder was anderes von ihr verlangt? Wie kommt sie dazu uns allen zu sagen wie unsere Zukunft aus zu sehen hat und was fällt ihr eigentlich ein so mit Mutti umzugehen! So blöd es klingt, aber ich muss mich ihr stellen. Muss versuchen es friedlich zu regeln. Sie zur Vernunft zu bringen. Nur was ist wenn es nicht klappt? Was wenn sie es wirklich darauf anlegt? Ich möchte mir dies gar nicht vorstellen, denn es könnte böse enden und irgendjemand würde auf der Strecke bleiben. Wenn gar sogar sein Leben verlieren. Also warum das alles?”Mama, du wohnst ab sofort bei mir, ich muss dich aus der Schusslinie bringen. Ich denke Oma und Opa wird sie nichts machen. Ich muss herausfinden wie ich das stoppen kann das du anderen die Kräfte raubst. Dann muss ich noch was zu ende bauen und schauen was ich gegen meine Schwester ausrichten kann.”Mama sah mich an und meinte, “Schatz, das mit den Kräften rauben kannst du dir sparen, das kann ich schon lange nicht mehr”. Immer wenn es darauf ankam, habe ich ihr von mir etwas gegeben, aber eben auch nur vorübergehend. Bei dem anderen kann ich dir leider nicht helfen, da bin ich selber ratlos. Nur weiß ich nicht ob es eine gute Idee ist, das ich bei dir übernachte, Dana wird ausflippen, wenn ich nicht nach Hause komm”.Ich sah meine Mutter böse an, “Ist mir doch scheißegal, nur eines versprech ich dir, das niemand dir je wieder so etwas antut. Ich bin dein Sohn und ich pass auf meine Mama auf. “Schnappte mir das Handy und rief Opa und Papa an, die jetzt sofort zu mir auf den Hof kommen sollten”. Was sie auch zusagten. “Komm Mama lass und zurückreiten. Ferdinand, ist bei dir alles Okay?”. “Wir kommen klar, Nick, kümmer dich um deine Mama”. Ich nickte und stieg auf. Zusammen ritten wir gemütlich nach Hause. Jetzt Panik machen bringt auch nichts. Irgendwie war ich Glücklich wenn man so eine Scheiße als Glück ansehen kann. Nur mein Glück bestand darin, das es nicht meine Mutter war die mich hier weg haben wollte. Sondern nur meine blöde bescheuerte Schwester. Diese Fotze!Ich fand es nur Zeitverschwendung, denn wie gerne, da ich nun wusste das meine Mutter keinem mehr die Macht nehmen konnte, hätte ich sie gefickt und das auch ohne dieses blöde Kondom. Aber so gab es wichtigeres und es musste warten. Hab ich euch schon gesagt das ich meine Schwester nicht mag. Wisst ihr jetzt warum. Sie ist immer zur falschen Zeit am falschen Ort. Kaum waren wir am Hof, sorgten wir dafür das unsere Pferde auf die Weide durften, komisch war, als Amigo meinte, “wir sind in der Nähe wenn du uns brauchst”. Ich verstand nicht wie er helfen wollte, oh wie unwissend man ist. Kaum hatte ich und Mama das Haus betreten, waren Opa und Papa da. Aber auch Michelle. Meine Mutter musste zweimal hinsehen, als sie meinte, “Michelle?”Michelle sprang auf und beide Damen lagen sich in den Armen. Nicht nur das, sie fingen an sich zu küssen und sahen aus wie zwei liebenden Frauen. Mein Vater schaute recht blöd und mein Opa klappte das Kinn aus. “Ähm, woher kennt ihr euch?” Kam die Frage von meinem Vater. Denn auch er wusste das sie sich hier noch nicht begegnet waren. So war die Frage schon berechtigt. Sie schauten zu meinem Vater, hatten sich aber immer noch in den Armen und Michelle meinte dann, “ich kenne Mara schon seit wir Kinder waren. Wir waren Nachbarn und ich war öfters auf ihren Bauernhof. Wir hatten damals schon eine enge Liebe zu einander”. Opa und Papa nickten zwar, verstanden aber nur Bahnhof. “Michelle gut das du da bist, du kennst ja unser Familiengeheimnis. Mein Opa und Mein Vater wurden plötzlich blas. Mutti, Michelle und ich lachten als wir das sahen. “Kein Angst”, fuhr ich fort. “Ich erkläre euch alles und wo wir gerade stehen, denn ich habe mich getäuscht und muss Mama vielmals um Entschuldigung bitten”. “Passt schon mein Junge”. Ich nickte und fing an alles zu erklären. Als ich fertig war, Sah Mama erst zu Michelle und meinte, “und wie ist mein Göttergatte”. Michelle lachte auf und meinte, “Da hast du aber was ganz feines zu Hause, ich beneide dich. Aber seit ich die Sklavin von deinem Jungen bin, geht es mir wirklich prächtig. Ich hoffe wir verwöhnen nochmal zusammen deinen Mann”.Nun war es Mutti die auflachte und antwortete, “wann immer du willst und so oft du willst. Ich will ja schließlich wieder dein geiles Loch”. Nun hatten sie es geschafft, wir alle Lachten auf. Obwohl die Situation eine ganz andere war und überhaupt nicht zum Lachen. Auf Jedenfall wussten jetzt alle um was es ging. Die Devise hieß, Dana aus dem Weg zu gehen.”Papa, zeig Mama dein Zimmer, sie bleibt bei uns. Ich hoffe es ist dir recht?” Er sah nicht mich an sondern seine Frau. “Mara, warum hast du nie mit mir darüber gesprochen? Du weißt das du meine Liebe des Lebens bist und ich es für dich jederzeit hergebe. Bitte sei so gut und lass uns wenn das alles vorbei ist, offen und ehrlich mit einander umgehen”. Sie hatte Tränen in den Augen. Er stand auf und reichte ihr die Hand die sie nur zu gerne nahm. Als er los wollte, stoppte sie, drehte sich um und meinte, “komm Michelle begleite uns”. Michelle lächelte und sprang Euphorisch auf. Es war ja wohl klar, wie das endet. Hoffentlich hält mein Papa durch. Mein Opa saß am Tisch, sah auf seine Kaffeetasse und schüttelte den Kopf. Leise flüsterte er vor sich hin, “What a Fuck, What a Fuck”, dann wurde er lauter”, What the Fuck” sah auf und mich an. “Was zum Teufel geht hier eigentlich vor sich? Was will sie sie denn. Es kann doch nicht in ihrem Interesse liegen uns alle zu vernichten. Was ist nur los mit ihr. Kannst du mir das mal erklären?”Ich stand da und sah ihn genauso ratlos an wie er mich. Ich zuckte mit der Schulter und hatte selber keine Antwort auf das alles hier. Ich wusste nur eines, wenn wir das nicht friedlich lösen, dann gibt es Opfer. “Opa, ich denke das ich es mit ihr aufnehmen kann. Sollte es nicht reichen dann könnt ihr euch noch mit einschalten, dagegen kommt sie auf Jedenfall nicht an”. Er nickte, aber Zufriedenheit sah anders aus. Sah auf die Uhr und erkannte das es noch gut eine Stunde ist, bis wir Mittag essen. “Opa, was hältst du davon wenn wir das Verhältnis zu den Frauen verbessern und Papa etwas zur Hand gehen. Denn ich bin total geil auf meine Mutter”. Er nahm noch einen großen Schluck Kaffee, stand auf und meinte, “Nicht nur du! deine Mutter ist eine geile Sau und meiner steht schon alleine von dem Gedanken an deine Mutter”. Wir lachten auf und gingen nach oben. Zogen uns aus und standen im Türrahmen mit wippenden Schwänzen. Mein Vater lag auf dem Rücken, mein Mutter saß auf seinem Schwanz mit dem Rücken zu ihm. Sie hatte sich nach hinten gelehnt und sich mit ihren Armen abgestützt. Ein geiles Bild und doch so ungewohnt. Denn ich habe meine Eltern nie dabei zugesehen wie sie miteinander ficken. Aber ich fand es geil und könnte mich ohne umstände daran gewöhnen. Ich finde sowieso diese ganze Familienfickerei eine geile Sache. Wenn ich ehrlich bin sogar eine echt supergeile Sache. Die Frage war nur, ob ich je meine Schwester ficken würde. Denn sie mag mich nicht und ich sie nicht. Also wahrscheinlich nein.Zwischen den Beinen von meiner Mutter und meinen Vater war Michelle auf allen vieren und leckte nebenbei die Fotze meiner Mama. Geil wie hart mein Vater in meine Mutti eindrang und Mutti sich selber hart auf den Pfahl regelrecht fallen ließ. Michelle strahlte uns mit ihren beiden Löcher geil an und man bekam Lust. Die Frage war nur wer darf zuerst. Mein erster Gedanke Alter vor Geilheit. Aber mein Opa nahm mir die Entscheidung ab. Er ging zum Bett und kletterte drauf. ankara escort Stellte sich an die Seite von Mama und hielt ihr den Schwanz vor den Mund. Es war ja wohl klar, das Mami sofort zugriff und ihn Sekunden später im Mund hatte und seinen Schwanz lutschte.Geil, so kam ich hinter Michelle, die mich bemerkte, sich zu mir drehte und meinte, “na da seid ihr ja endlich. Komm Meister fick meine Löcher, die brennen schon”. Ich lächelte und schüttelte leicht den Kopf mit der Faszination, wie kann man nur so geil sein. Ich fand es natürlich klasse. Noch besser fand ich es das es nicht nur eine war, sondern fünf davon. Eine geiler wie die andere und alle lassen sich so wunderbar ficken. Ein Paradies auf Erden, unser Paradies auf Erden!Mein Schwanz hart wie ein Knochen, bereit, die Löcher von Michelle zu stopfen. Stand ich hinter ihr, zwischen ihren Beinen. Ich konnte nicht anders, aber ich beugte mich vor und versenkte meine geile spitze Zunge in das Geilfleisch das saftig mich an glänzte. Michelle stöhnte auf, drehte sich noch einmal zu mir, “Oh Meister, das ist so geil! Ja leckt meine Pflaume”.Drehte sich wieder zurück und leckte nun ebenfalls wieder die Fotze meiner Mutter. Die sich immer noch voller Elan von dem Schwanz meines Vaters aufspießen ließ und gleichzeitig Opa den Schwanz lutschte. Meine Güte wir waren schon ein geiler Haufen und in diesem Moment bekam ich etwas Angst. Ich sah alles den Berg herunter gehen. Wie meine Schwester über uns Thronte und alle in ein nie gewolltes Chaos stürzte.Ich musste diese Gedanken wieder aus meinem Kopf bekommen. Denn so lange ich nicht weiß was sie überhaupt will, was sie damit bezweckte war jede Überlegung für den Arsch. Es war viel wichtiger sich hierauf zu konzentrieren und sich hierauf zu Amüsieren. So stellte ich das lecken ein, kam ein Schritt näher und setzte meine Steife Brechstange zwischen ihren Schamlippen an. Genau in das vorgesehene Loch und stieß zu. Es war immer wieder eine Wucht in diese Frau eintauchen zu dürfen. Langsam fing ich an sie zu ficken und drang damit auch immer weiter ein Stück tiefer in sie. Hielt mich an ihrer Hüfte fest und rammte nun hart gegen sie. Michelle erhob ihren Kopf, “Oh wie geil, Mara. Dein Sohn ist so eine geile Sau. Er fickt mich so schön hart mit seinem wunderbaren großen fetten Schwanz. Die Mädels lächelten sich an und Mama meinte, “Ich weiß, ist er nicht ein Prachtjunge, der kleine”. Ich sah ernst meine Mutter an, die spinnt ja wohl, der kleine, was war denn das jetzt für eine Aussage. Sie schreit doch nach einer Tracht Prügel. Ach Mutti, keine Sorge die bekommst du noch, ein stilles versprechen.Mutti sah mir in die Augen, während sie schon wieder den Schwanz von Opa blies. Entließ ihn kurz, warf mir einen Kuss entgegen und strahlte mich an. So nach dem Motto, sei mir nicht böse, du bist doch mein Sohn und ich bin so stolz auf dich. Mama ist immer für dich da. Plötzlich stoppte mein Mutter und entfernte sich von Papa. Aber nur kurz, sie drehte sich um und drückte sich auch schon wieder den steifen schon mit Liebessaft verschmierten Pint meinen Papas wieder in die Fotze, setzte sich kurz gerade hin und meinte, “Komm Horst, fick mich in den Arsch. Ich brauch jetzt euch beide”. Klar das mein Opa ein breites Lächeln auf den Lippen hatte und sich das nicht zweimal sagen ließ. Michelle und ich machten Platz. Opa kniete hinter Mama und setze seinen Prügel nun an der Rosette an. Erstaunlich wie leicht er in sie glitt. Mein Vater, sowie mein Opa hatten nicht gerade die kleinsten Schwänze. Trotzdem hatte meine Mutter keine Probleme sie aufzunehmen. Wie sagt man so schön, halt gut eingeritten! Alle drei fanden auch schnelle einen guten Rhythmus und fickten sich die Seele aus dem Leib. “Oh Gott Jungs, ihr seid so geile Schweine. Fickt mich, reitet eure Stute zu und macht mich fertig, ich liebe euch so sehr”. Das war doch mal eine Aussage. Vorallem zeigt es wie geil wir alle auf einander waren und es liebten so mit einander umzugehen. Nur war immer noch eine Bedrohung über dem allen. Ohne diese wären wir doch alle mehr als Glücklich.Legte mich neben Papa auf den Rücken und überließ nun Michelle das Feld. Schnell war sie auf mir gesessen, aber führte sich meinen Bengel noch nicht ein, sondern sah mir eine weile in die Augen und beide fingen wir an uns gegenseitig anzustrahlen. Erst dann erhob sie ihren wunderbaren Po, schnappte sich meinen Schwanz und setzte ihn an das geile Fotzenloch. Langsam schon in Zeitlupe ließ sie sich fallen. Immer tiefer rutschte er in sie und fühlte sich so sauwohl in diesem Loch. Als er komplett drin war, stoppte sie erneut, sah mir wieder in die Augen und beugte sich zu mir herunter. Streichelte mir durch das Haare und drückte mir den geilsten Zungenkuss auf den man sich nur vorstellen kann. “Weißt du eigentlich wie sehr ich dich liebe, Meister. Ich bin so froh das sich unsere Wege gekreuzt haben”. Wieder gab sie mir einen wahnsinnig geilen Zungenkuss und fing gleichzeitig an sich zu bewegen. Wie geil es war, das mein Schwanz aus ihr fuhr und sie sich langsam wieder selber pfählte. Einen ruhigen Rhythmus strebte sie an. Nur nicht das es zu schnell geht. Ich habe ihn und so schnell gebe ich ihn auch wieder nicht her. Mir war es recht. Denn die Fotze von Michelle war fabelhaft. Jederzeit eine Sünde wert. Opa und Papa, sahen das anders und fickten meine Mutter in Grund und Boden. Sie war ihnen ausgeliefert und es war ihr mehr als recht. Sie liebte es anscheinend wenn man sie wie ein Stück Fickfleisch benutzt und sie niederfickt. Es war schon faszinierend wie gut das in unserer Familie klappt. Mein Vater und mein Opa hatten ein Talent dafür das sie einen schnellen wie bei einem Motor perfekt eingestellten Rhythmus fanden.Während mein Vater sein Schwanz rauszog, rammte Opa ihn tief wieder in den Arsch. Unermüdlich rasten die Kolben in einem Gleichklang das die Schmierung automatisch von Mutti dazugeben wurde. Eine Erfindung die nie austrocknet.Michelle und ich sahen uns weiter direkt in die Augen. Sie nutzte die Gelegenheit und hatte das Kommando übernommen. Sie zeigte mir klar und deutlich das sie es lieber langsamer haben wollte. Das sie jeden Stoß meines mächtigen Schwertes genießen will. Ich liebte das und war mehr als nur einverstanden. Denn es gab mir die Gelegenheit, mir ihre Brüste zu schnappen und sie leicht durchzuwalken. Kam mit meinem Kopf vor und leckte mit meiner Zunge über ihre Warzenhöfen. Nahm ihre Nippel in den Mund und saugte daran. Was mir und auch ihr sehr gefiel. Ihr so gut das sie mir sogar die Titte selber in die Hand nahm und mir sie Mundgerecht zuführte. Wie konnte ich so ein Angebot ablehnen. Nuckelte an dem Nippel, stimulierte ihn mit meiner Zunge und fühlte mich so geborgen bei ihr. Michelle war ein wunderbarer Mensch. Auch wenn sie den Wunsch in sich trägt Sklavin zu sein. Ist sie doch so stark und so eine tolle Persönlichkeit.Bei meinen Eltern wurde es hektisch. Mein Opa stöhnte laut auf. “Verfluchte Scheiße ich kann es nicht mehr halten”. Meine Mutter drehte ihm den Kopf zu, “Na komm, du alter geiler Sack und füll meinen Arsch ab”. Er wusste wie es gemeint war. Sie wollte ihn anstacheln und nicht beleidigen. Aber es verfehlte nicht seine Wirkung. Mit einem letzten geilen Brunftschrei, eines Elches würdig, legte mein Opa seinen Kopf in den Nacken und rotzte sich bei Mutti im Arsch aus.Mehrere Schübe füllten den Darm meiner Mama und die genoss es regelrecht. Sie küsste ihren geliebten Mann und meinte, “Oh wie geil, dein Vater spritzt gerade und füllt mich ab”. Mein Vater hatte ein breites Lächeln auf den Lippen und wenn ich mir diese Vereinigung ansehe, kapiere ich nicht warum sich die Merlin und die Morganas je bekriegt haben. Sie waren doch alle alleine ganze tolle Menschen und wenn sie mit einander ficken, geiler als man es sich vorstellen kann. Nur war es jetzt auch bei meinem Vater soweit, “Oh Mara, du geiles Miststück, weißt du eigentlich wie sehr ich dich liebe”. Meine Mutti lächelte, hatte aber eine Träne in den Augen und drückte sofort wieder ihre Lippen auf die Lippen meines Vaters. Das war es was er brauchte. Da Opa sich schon aus dem Loch entfernt hatte und auf dem Bett schwer schnaufend saß. Konnte mein Vater sie an den Arschbacken packen seine Beine Aufstellen und nun wieder hart und erbarmungslos seinen letzten Stöße in diese geile verfickte Möse tun.Er rammte seinen Schwanz so stark in Mama das sie regelrecht vom Bett abhob. Wahnsinn so seine Eltern dabei zu sehen wie sie ficken. Es hatte eine spezielle Bedeutung für den Sohnemann. Das ich nicht anders konnte und es meinem Vater gleich tat. Stellte meine Füße auf, packte Michelle an den Arschbacken und rammte nun ebenfalls hart und Erbarmungslos von unten gegen sie.Allerdings gelang es mir nicht wie meinem Vater das Michelle abhob, sie hielt stand und genoss diese harten Stöße. Kam mit ihrem Mund meinen näher und flüsterte zuvor mir noch zu, “Oh ja Meister, bock mich auf, gib es mir hart und nimm keine Rücksicht auf mich”. Als dann ihre Lippen auf meinen hing und wir mit unseren Zungen weiterspielten. Es muss ein geiles perverses Bild gewesen sein, wie Vater und Sohn nebeneinander lagen, Mutter auf Papa und Michelle auf mir, sowie Opa der auf dem Bett saß mit seinem verschmierten halbschlaffen Schwanz.Also von mir aus können wir noch viele andere Bilder uns ausmalen und nachstellen, ich bin dabei. “Mara, mir kommt`s!” schrie mein Vater in den Raum und füllte nun das zweite Loch von meiner Mutter mit diesem leckeren weißen Sperma, wovon unsere Damen nicht genug bekommen können. Mutti drückte erneut ihre Lippen auf die ihres Mannes und beide genossen den Orgasmus den sie gerade haben. So schön es auch ist, seinen Schwanz in dieser härte einer Frau in die Möse zu schieben, hat das ganze aber auch einen Nachteil, man merkt wie der Samen den Penis emporsteigt, wie der Schwanz noch härter wird und man weiß das es gleich soweit ist. Anders wie Opa und Papa, drückte ich nur mein Lippen auf die von Michelle und fing einfach an mich auszuspritzen. Sie küsste mich als weiter, denn sie merkte es und genoss den Kuss zwischen uns und das einfließende Sperma in ihrer Höhle.Weiter küssten wir uns, als ich sowie auch die anderen ein Klatschen in die Hände vernahm. Schnell trennten wir unseren Kuss und sahen zur Tür. Da standen doch tatsächlich zwei geile Weiber im Türrahmen die Applaus klatschten. “Mama, die ziehen hier so eine geile Nummer ab und wir dürfen nicht dabei sein”. “Oh Ja, Tochter da hast du recht. Wissen die denn nicht wie geil wir sind und es uns nicht reicht nur dabei zuzusehen, was machen wir den da, Yasmin”. “Ach Mam, ich würde sagen wir halten das jetzt noch etwa aus, lassen die Männer wieder zu Kräften kommen und holen unseren Anteil dann eben heute Abend”. Monika nickte und weg waren sie. Sie warteten nicht einmal ein Antwort ab, sondern gingen einfach wieder, wie sind die denn drauf? Wir restlich Haufen sahen uns erst Rätselraten an um dann in einem schallendem Gelächter zu enden. Sie hatten ja schon recht, nur beschweren war wohl fehl am man. Denn sie bekamen alles was sie wollten und noch mehr. Also eine Untervögelung stand nicht im Raum. Michelle und Mara, ließen sich es nicht nehme das sie unsere Schwänze sauberleckten und dann in die 69 Stellung gingen um sich gegenseitig das Sperma aus den Fotzen zu lecken. Opa und Papa, machten sich etwas frisch und zogen sich wieder an. Ich ging unter die Dusche, denn nachher sollte ja noch der Koch kommen, um mit Monika, Yasmin und mir die ersten Rezepte zu kochen, auszuprobieren, zu verbessern und niederzuschreiben. Da sollte man nicht gerade nach einem Fick stinken.

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It’s a dark motel room. I see you standing there the candlelight illuminating your face as you stare at me. Your dark hair looks so thick and I want to touch it but not yet. My eyes travel down your body taking in each single luscious inch of you. This night has been a long time coming. As I walk up to you my heels clicking on the floor I keep staring at you my mouth watering.

“Don’t move!” I say loudly.

Your breathing increases as I get closer. I love that a man in his late 40’s can submit to me like this. I know that when you’re out and about at work you are all business. But here you are just my little slave aren’t you baby? Yes you are. You see the look in my eyes and you know what it means. You know what I have in store in for you tonight my lover. Reaching back you grab onto the headboard memorizing where the bed is knowing soon you will be blindfolded and totally helpless to me.

I smile as I get closer. Yes I know you love to know your surroundings. Walking over I grab my bag getting the blindfold and whip out. With a crack against the bed I watch you jump as I think of how much you are going to like this. Before you know it I am standing before you my left hand holding the blindfold. Leaning forwards I take your left ear in between my lips pulling as I gently bite down hearing you gasp.

You sense me in front of you. Keeping your hands to yourself the gasp of pleasure leaving your mouth you feel your cock starting to harden rapidly. You know how much I like to make you hard with my hands and mouth but you can’t help yourself. You are just too excited. Letting go of your ear I move my mouth down your neck nibbling knowing you will have visible marks in the morning. That’s good.

I want her to know you’ve been with me tonight. The one you crave..the one you desire. Moving over I take your right ear into my mouth pulling and biting gently as I start to press myself up against you. Mmmm baby you are getting so hard. I can hardly wait to see you all naked and tied up for me. It is getting close to the time to blindfold you. But I want you naked.

Moving back I crack my whip. I want you to get naked.

“Undress for me!” I demand.

You jump at my command. You hear me crack the whip again and again knowing you better hurry. You know if you don’t hurry you will face punishment. You don’t want that. Moving your hands down you start unbuttoning your shirt pulling it off your hard toned body. God damn you are so sexy.

“Throw it on the floor. Now the pants!” you hear me demand again.

Taking your hands you unbutton and unzip your khaki pants dropping them to the floor. The cold air hits your boxers causing your cock to harden even more. As you step out of your pants you find you can’t stop staring at me. Damn I look so sexy tonight wearing nothing but a red teddy with edible panties. You find that you can hardly wait to be ‘made’ to eat them off me.

I see that you are now mostly naked for me. You know better than to take off your boxers. That’s my treat. Standing there all naked and vulnerable you can hardly wait for what’s next. Walking up to you I crack my whip for fun now. I lick my lips once more before reaching you. Now it’s time to blindfold you. Taking the blindfold I walk behind you. I smell your cologne and aftershave. You smell so fucking good. Leaning forwards I nibble on your neck as I place the blindfold around your eyes tying it. Now you can’t see me at all.

You moan as you see darkness and feel me behind you. You can feel my breasts pressing into your back as I start to grind up against you. You know she would kill you if she knew you were here tonight with me. But you need this. You need to be owned and taken care of by me. Letting your hands stay by your sides even though you ache to touch me you want to be the good boy for me that you know you can be. I press myself firmly up against you wishing I had the ability to fuck you like you are going to fuck you. But damn I left my dildo at home. Oh well. Letting my hands run down your chest I trace your hard abs and let my fingers play with your hard nipples pulling on them ever slightly. A groan escapes your lips as you shudder. Yes you like that.

I then slide my body up and down yours my hands sliding down your abs more reaching down to your boxers. Taking my hand I grab the waistband and slip just one finger underneath teasing as I feel your hard cock throb with need. You have wetted the crotch with your pre cum. Reaching down I scoop some onto my finger and bring it up to my mouth to taste. As I slide my finger in my mouth I moan. It’s so fucking delicious. I am too impatient to wait now. I need your cock exposed to me.

Moving in front of you now I grab the waistband of your boxers once again ready to unleash your beautiful cock. But first..my slave..I must tease you. Taking my mouth I start tracing the outline of your cock my tongue tasting slowly. Your precum seeps more through your boxers and I moan as it leaks into my mouth.

Oh god balgat escort this is too much to bear. You have been all wound up all week waiting for this time to see me. All week you have gotten off thinking of me wanking your cock so hard it was almost painful at times. Remembering how much I love your cum you even made sure to save each drop in a cup. You then remembered to put on the nightstand when you first came into the room. You have no idea what I want to do with it but you really don’t fucking care. You just don’t want to stop.

More and more precum leaks from your beautiful cock. I love it. I really want to tease you more. This will surely drive you over the edge. Standing up ever so slightly I reach underneath me and slide my finger past my panties. I then slide it deep into my pussy gathering my juices. I am so wet. I start fingering myself wanting you to do it for me so very fucking badly. But that’s all in good time. With one more quick fingering I slide my finger out and hold it upwards as I get back into position. You are truly going to love this baby.

“Are you ready for what I am about to do?” I ask.

“Yes. Yes mistress I am,” you say breathlessly.

I can tell you are fully aroused. So am I. Pulling down the waistband of your boxers more I gasp as I see your cockhead so swollen. I must taste you. Leaning forwards I extend my tongue out and licking the head all the way around your precum filling my mouth. Losing track for a minute I open my mouth and start sucking you so hungrily wanting more. But then I remember what I am wanting to do. Letting your cock fall out of my mouth hearing another groan from you I just smile. Just wait baby.

This is fucking incredible. Your cock is so sensitive from this week but you don’t care. You want to place your hands on my head and force me to suck you but you know you can’t. You just have to wait.

Taking my finger I see my juices glistening in the candlelight. You are ready. I am ready. It’s time. With a moan from my lips I run my finger over your cockhead and shaft covering it in my juices. I can hardly wait to slide my pussy down onto you and cover you fully. I look behind me and see the bed. I am ready to continue this.

Oh god you know that smell. You realize I have just covered your cock. Fuck yes it’s so good. You are so horny and need more. You pray I am ready too.

“It’s time to go to bed now. Come with me,” I say.

I slide your boxers off letting my hand stroke your cock watching it bob up and down. I then take your cock firmly into my hand and lead you to the bed. You love when i do this. It makes you feel so naughty.

As I watch you lay down on the bed the sheets feeling so good underneath your naked body I can’t stop staring at you. Fuck you are delicious you know that. I want to taste all of you. I want all your hot cum deep inside of me. I want ALL of you.

Getting on the bed next to you I reach over grabbing my phone and turning on some sexy music. I watch you breathe and hear you moan with anticipation. Knowing I’m not touching you right now is driving you crazy. You can hardly wait for my touch. You hear the music and you smile. You know I always remember to play our favorite song.

Sitting my phone down I take one long last look at you. I then decide it’s time to get naughty. Straddling you I lean forwards taking your lips in between my teeth. Biting down gently using enough suction I take my right hand and trace it down your side touching you. I run my hand down your side dragging my fingernails causing shivers to run down your spine. I feel your cock throb as I sit upon you my pussy gently rubbing on your cock back and forth. I want nothing more than to have you eat my panties and fuck me. But it’s not time yet. We have much more fun to explore yet.

Oh god I am teasing you so much more now. The feeling of my pussy on your cock is so damn exquisite. You know how tight I am and know how good I feel when you’re inside of me. You just want to grab my hips and force me down. It’s so hard to resist. Reaching up you grab the headboard digging your nails in. You need to touch something even if it can’t be me yet. I look up and see you grabbing. Oh my poor horny baby. This is too much for you to take isn’t it. You want to touch me. I decide this one time..cause i’m so fucking sweet..i will let you. Reaching up I grab first your right hand and place it on my breast. I take off your blindfold so you can focus. I then take your left hand and place it on my ass. I need your touch. I need you to pleasure me.

Wait what is this? With glee you realize I am allowing you to touch me. You don’t know what you’ve done to deserve this but you aren’t about to ask. You are just going to go along with it. Taking your hand that’s on my breast you pull my top down the best you can.

“Mistress can you please remove your top? I want to fully enjoy your breasts.” you ask.

Now see usually I wouldn’t allow this. But tonight batıkent escort I need it. Moving my hands up I grab the straps of my teddy and pull it down letting it fall around my hips. Now I am completely topless. I need to feel your mouth on me too. Reaching forwards I take your head and start leaning you forwards.

You can tell now I am topless by the feel of your hand on my bare breast. You feel your head being moved and you know what i want. Oh what a treat for sure this is tonight. You must have really been a very good boy. Licking your lips you open your mouth. You are ready. I watch as you have your mouth ready for me. Such a good slave you are. Taking your head I bring you to my breast. I then moan as I feel you latch on.

“Yes,” I moan.

You hear my moan and my approving yes. That’s all you want to hear. Taking your other hand you start squeezing my ass as you suck on my nipple. You can tell how aroused I am. You know I want this just as much as you do. You feel daring and want to do more. Taking your hand you spank my ass digging your nails in feeling my teddy slide upwards exposing my bareness to you. You want me completely naked. The need to become to hunter instead of the hunted is starting to take over. You find you want to handcuff me and blindfold me. You want me completely exposed and helpless.

This has been coming on for some time. I sense your eagerness and I know tonight we will switch roles. But for now I am the mistress and you still are my slave. The feel of your spanks of my ass is so delicious as with the combination of the feel of your mouth. I am soaking wet now. I hold your head to my breast hard. I want more.

“Bite me,” I whisper.

You know that command. It’s not the first time I’ve asked. With hungriness you bite down on my nipple pulling it away from my body with your teeth. Your hand starts digging in harder and you find yourself working your way up to my edible panties. You can smell my pussy juices and the candy scent. It’s enough to drive you insane.

I start riding your lap grinding harder up against your cock. I am losing control. I want that but not yet. I need to show you I’m still in charge. I pull back moaning as you don’t let go at first. I watch as my nipple is extended from my body. God it’s so hot. I then reach down and move your hand placing it above your head. I then take your other one and place it there. Reaching over I grab the handcuffs and with a quick movement handcuff you.

I take one look in your eyes and see wild lust. You are like an animal now. So caged and wild. I know you are wanting to attack me. I want to attack you and be attacked. I know what you want. Moving off the bed I stand up and take off my teddy showing you my hard nipples. They are so swollen. Taking my hands I take my breasts and start pulling on them. I watch your eyes get wild.

“Fucking mistress slut. You’ve driving me crazy!” you say.

I just moan as I play with my nipples. I am loving this. It’s a much torture for me as it is for you. I then look down to where you are looking. I see you are focusing on my pussy. I like that.

Grabbing a nearby chair I sit down placing one leg over each arm spreading myself wide. If you think what I just did was hot..well baby wait for this. Taking my hands off my breasts I lean down grabbing my panties playing with them. I run my fingers along my pussy lips feeling them open up. My juices start to soak through the crotch and I must taste. Looking right at you I take my index finger and poke a hole through the panties feeling it rip. I then slide my finger inside and start fingering myself.

“Oh fuck yeah!” I cry out.

Oh damn it. The sight before you is too much. You start pull at your handcuffs hearing my moans. You know I am playing. You know I am enjoying your discomfort. You want to be untied but you know I won’t. You would give anything to taste me. A growl escapes your lips.

“You horny bitch,” you say.

I smile at your reply. Now I really AM getting to you. Perfect. This is too much for me to take. I need your mouth now. Getting up from the chair I walk over the head of the bed. Leaning down I kiss you briefly. I then move onto the bed and sit to where my legs are open in front of you. I know you can’t move but because I am fucking horny I will unhand cuff you for now so you can do your eating. It’s time for your dinner lover. Fixing myself I reach up dancing my naked body in front of you as I undo your cuffs. I then get back into position.

“It’s time to eat darling,” I say.

You growl as you lean forwards. Fuck yes it’s about time. You see my pussy in front of you all swollen and leaking juices. You lay down between my legs on the bed grabbing my thighs with your hands. You spread me as wide apart as you can as you start licking the insides of each thigh slowly working your way up. I teased you and now you’re going to tease me.

I don’t know what you have in store for me now. All I know ankara escort is as your mistress I want you very badly and am commanding you to show how much you worship me. I love seeing the fire in your eyes and hear the labored breathing of your lust for me. For now I am allowing you to be in charge.

Looking up in between my legs you can see the look of lustful determantion in my eyes. You know this is one of the very few times I have allowed you to be in the one in control. Usually I’m keeping you typed up all helpless. You love that feeling but you love this feeling even more. It’s so freeing. You then focus back on my pussy. Oh you know I want you to eat my pussy. But no you are going to have fun first. Going to make me beg for it just like I do to you.

Taking your mouth you start kissing my inner thigh letting your teeth come out and play by applying small bites. You can hear my moans and you are so glad that I am enjoying this. This is a fetish of yours being able to inflict pain. She won’t let you do this. Every time you try she tells you no. To get away and that’s it’s wrong. You put it up with because you love her and also because you know at the end of the week you will come to see me. You know that I will never tell you no.

“So glad you are enjoying this Mistress. May I continue?” you ask .

I love how you ask permission. It’s so obedient of you. It turns me on very much. See I know the things she won’t allow. Such a pity. If she would just loosen up she would learn to enjoy. I look down at you enjoying the red marks that you are causing to form on my thighs. Yes it is so fucking beautiful and yes I want you to continue. I don’t want you to ever stop.

“Yes please slave continue. You are pleasing me so,” I say.

You moan happily. Yes you love my approval. Moving over to my other thigh you take your hands and place them up on my breasts pulling on my nipples. They are quite sensitive from earlier but you know I won’t mind. Taking your fingertips you pull my nipples away from my body enjoying my increasing moans as you start kissing and biting on my thigh. You watch as my hips fall with the pleasure that you are giving me. You can’t keep your eyes off my pussy though. You have to taste me even if it just for a second.

Moving up in a quick fashion you lock your lips on my pussy. Oh god the heat and the smell is so hard to resist. You just want to tease but not go all the way. Not just yet. Squeezing my breasts and pulling my nipples harder you breathe hot air on my pussy.

I am caught off guard. Oh god yes don’t stop. Reaching down I grab your head trying to hold you there. I don’t want you to move. I am burning up inside and I need you to put out my fire.

Ah yes you feel my hands. You can tell I want you to go for it. But no that’s too easy. With one more blow you give a quick lick then pull back forcing my hands to fall off your head. Down your mouth goes onto my legs going down to my feet. You have more in store.

I groan. Damn you. This is torture. Taking my hands I place them above my head. I have plans for you.

You laugh at my groan. Good now I am the one getting worked up. You move down to my feet. You see I am wearing red nail polish. You love it when I wear red nail polish. It strikes the animal in you. You stare at my feet and feel your cock throb. You know what I will do for you but you know I will do it when I want. First you must indulge in your fetish. Moving your hands off my breasts you take my left foot into your hand.

You stare at my foot thinking of all the naughty things you are about to do. Oh yes you love your naughty mind. Taking my foot you start licking up and down going in between my toes fucking them with your tongue. Taking your other hand you start massaging my right foot enjoying the feeling.

Oh god you are so naughty. Reaching over I grab my whip. You are pleasuring me so and I want to show my apprecation. Taking my whip I bring it down to your shoulders and lightly tap you with it. I then do it again and again as my moans fill the air. I then let the whip fall as I just fucking give in to the pleasure.

You love when I hit you with the whip. It spurs you on. Moving over you start fucking my other foot with your tongue making sure to suck on my toes in between. You can tell I have given in for now. That’s good. Your cock is so hard now and you need to feel me playing with it. But you need to ask me first. Moving your head up letting my toes go you keep massaging while staring in my direction.You find you are quite hot and bothered.

“Mmmm mistress will you please play with my cock now using your feet? I’ll understand if you say no.” you say

Lifting my head I look at you. I could say no and make you wait until I’ve had my pleasure first. That would be so fun. But hmm I think I’ll allow it.

“Yes slave I will. But on my terms okay,” I say.

You love that reply. It pleases you greatly.

“Yes I understand mistress. Thank you,” you say.

“Get up and place your cock between my feet. But do nothing else understand,” I say.

“Yes mistress,” you say.

Sitting up you watch your cock sway. You are so fucking hard it’s painful. Taking my feet you place them around your cock. You then wait for your next instruction.

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Propped against my monitor was a note. I saw it immediately when I returned from having lunch.

You and Me- 8:00- Room 313

I looked around the cubicles surrounding me. No one paid me any attention. “Who could have left this?” I wondered to myself. I looked over at him, the fella in cubicle number 3. Could it be him? After his naughty emails and jokes, this was something he would do. There was only one hotel in the area, so finding the room wouldn’t be a problem. I decided to take a chance, gathered my stuff and left.

I rushed home to jump into the shower, my familiar routine of washing my hair and soaping up calmed my nerves. The steam rose from the hot water as it flowed over me. Thoughts of this evening chased each other through my head. I ran my hands over my body. My breasts swelled up with need and my nipples hardened. Pulling the nipples gently, I felt the electric shocks flow straight to my center.

Wetness pooled between my legs. My hand slid down my stomach to stroke my hooded clit. My knees shook with the need that hit me. I rubbed in circles, each stroke harder than the last. Needing more, I reached up to unhook the showerhead and turned the nozzle to pulse. I leaned against the wall and lifted a leg to the edge of the tub. Aiming the spray between my legs I closed my eyes and relaxed as the water touched me.

The force of the water hitting my aroused and swollen clit had me breathing heavily. Moving my hips against that stream of water, I thought of what may come tonight. Pictures of being thrown up against the nearest wall, my gown lifted high, and having my panties removed ran through me. My panties ripped from the force of his hand. That thought sending shivers through my body. I could feel the wall against my breasts as his dick slams into me, over and over again.

Waves of pleasure rolled over me as my orgasm hit. I bit down on my bottom lip as I let the pleasure go on as long as possible. The movement of my hips slowed as I calmed down. Putting the showerhead back up, I grabbed the washcloth and cleaned the extra moisture off of me.

I rinsed and left the shower. I walked over to the closet. “Hmm what to wear for such a special evening? Oh yea, this will work,” I thought as my hand reached out for the blue number that fit like a second skin. The lingerie I recently bought would finish the outfit. polatlı escort I sprayed the scent of vanilla over myself and then slipped the silky pair on.

I studied myself in the mirror that hung on the door. Holding a pair of thigh highs in my hand as I did. I wouldn’t stop traffic, but with my dark brown hair and chocolate eyes, I looked good. Rolling my eyes at the thought of me stopping traffic, I slid the stockings on and hunted down the shoes that matched the dress.

I looked at the clock. After 7, I needed to hurry. I paused just a moment, wondering if this was a good idea. Knowing that this was a chance I had to take, I grabbed the keys and left.

When I get to the hotel, I bypass the desk and head for the elevator. Butterflies fill my stomach as it went up to the third floor. Breathing deep and smoothing my dress helped me calm down. There was an attractive guy in the corner. I looked at him and smiled. Smiling back, he stood a little closer. Slipping a business card into my hand, and never saying a word, he stepped off on the second floor. Dumb founded at his actions but feeling good, the nervousness left me. Obviously someone thought I looked good, I thought as I slipped his card into my purse. If this meeting wasn’t with the fellow who I thought it was, I plan to call that man.

I knock softly on the door to room 313. It opens slowly and I can see the flickering light of candles. Walking into the room, a hand stops me by a touch on my shoulder.

“Shh…. not a word,” I hear as a soft piece of fabric covers my eyes. The voice that whispers in my ear was too soft to recognize. I am a bit scared, and yet excitement rolls through me as I follow the pull of my hand and we go deeper into the room.

I can feel the side of the bed as I move forward. I turn around and sit down on the edge. I feel my leg lift and fingers moving up my thigh. Soft gentle strokes, followed by the lowering of my stocking. I feel his hands move to my other leg as he gently lowers the other one. I feel the touch of a lightly placed kiss on my calf as the last of the stocking is slipped off.

I turn around as I stand up once more. Hands rub my shoulders and along the length of my back. My hair is pushed out of the way and a kiss placed on the side of my neck. Hands once more move on my back as I feel the zipper pursaklar escort released. The cool air of the room hits me as my dress slides down to pool at my feet. Standing there blind and clad only in my bra and panty, I try to cover myself when my arms are held and lowered to back my sides. Hands move over my breasts. I can feel them squeezed and pinched through the lace. My nipples harden instantly and a moan falls from my lips.

The removal of the bra is slow and deliberate. Kisses touch me as each piece of skin is shown. Shivers race through me as the sweet torture continues.

I was pushed back toward the bed. I move backward until I lay upon the bed. I feel my panties ripped off as I move to the center of the bed. Nervous now, I started to rethink this encounter when I feel my arms lifted above my head.

“Wait,” I whisper as I feel the silkiness of the cords that are encircling my wrists. “Shh,” I hear again as something soft brushes against my lips.

The wispiness of whatever is touching me filters through my myriad of emotions and it dawns upon me that it is a feather. It’s running over my breasts now, each tip getting a bit of attention. Sliding down my stomach, it moves down each leg, giving a tickle on each foot as it reaches there. Moving back it softly brushes over my mound, rubbing harder on my clit. Groaning as the electricity shot through me, I thrashed on the bed. Moving up my body once more he spreads my essence over each nipple. I feel breath as his mouth comes close to my swollen breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth and licking it clean.

“Dear gawd!” I scream as the force of the sensation rockets through me. A masculine chuckle rings out in the room as my nipple is released and the other one is sucked into a hot mouth. Moaning and pulling at the cords holding my arms, I feel him kiss my lips, and I taste myself on his tongue.

Our tongues duel in the mating dance as he holds me still with a hand in my hair. Breaking off the kiss he places small ones along my jaw line. Moving down my neck, nibbling and licking his way down. He stopped long enough to kiss my breasts and rub my stomach with his hands as he moves down to the tops of my thighs.

He spreads me and trails his fingers up my leg. Upon reaching the swollen clit that aches to be touched, he does. Gentle ankara escort flicks are given as I feel his breath once again hit me. I feel the tip of his tongue touch me, making me jump. His hands reach out to hold my hips as his teeth nibble gently on the folds. Tossing my head and moaning, I buck wildly in his hold, making him follow me with his tongue. Heat races through me as I feel the wetness grow under his tongue.

Riding his tongue now, I am so close to my peak that nothing could have stopped me from screaming as my orgasm hit. He slowed his touch as the waves went through me, licking up the juices that flowed from me.

Exhausted, I lay there panting as I feel him move. The bed dipped near my head as I feel his hands on my face. He turned me until I felt the head of his dick press against my lips. I licked the tip with my tongue and open my mouth to have his member slide inside. I sucked hard upon his dick as he moves inside me using only my mouth and tongue to pleasure him. Holding me still with handfuls of my hair, he moved within my mouth. Only after a few strokes, he removed his dick. Sliding it across my cheek as he left my mouth trailing the wetness across my cheek.

Moving quickly, I can feel the bed shake as my legs were thrown apart. His entry is hard and deep. Moving my legs to his shoulders, he slowly pulls out, only to ram it back into me. Over and over he moved, making me moan, until he grabbed my hips and started to pound me. Hard, deep, thrusting over and over. Pleasure spreads through me. Feeling another orgasm coming I grind my pelvis against him.

“There oh god yes there,” fell from my lips as the waves of my pleasure burst through me. I can feel him tense as I come, and he shoves once more into me, holding me still. I can hear groaning as his dick jumped inside me.

He pulled out and lay beside me. Panting and exhausted I lie there, still bound and blindfolded. Feeling movements, my arms are released and the blindfold removed. Sitting up, I blink, trying to adjust my eyes to the light. Looking over at the person laying beside me, I saw his smile.

“Pretty good for a first date wasn’t it?” He asks looking wonderful sprawled beside me. Thick black hair disheveled just so. His blue eyes twinkled like the way he teased me in the hallways at work. Not looking at all like the well-dressed man I usually saw. Lying down across his chest, I idly moved a finger over the heat of his skin.

“I had hoped it was you. So what are we going to do for our second date?”

Raising his arms to hold me against his chest, and bringing his lips close to my ear, he whispers. “Shh” and holds me tight.

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Chapter 3: Evaluating Mary

Mary did well on her tests. So much so that I promoted her from long shot to possible in the girlfriend stakes.

Cruising down the M1 I evaluated her sleep test.

“You don’t want me in a tent,” she had said discarding her sexless nightie. She slept naked. So did I after she put my clothes in the washer so that I would have something clean for the morning. We kissed and cuddled for a few minutes then she turned over onto her side, her back towards me. I snuggled into her back below her, her bottom against my belly, her big, soft breast tucked firmly into my hand and her fragrant hair in my nostrils.

Her bed was comfortable with plenty of pillows which are essential for me because of my chest injury. The temperature was just right and she slept peacefully without disturbing me. Delicious and refreshingly different from the over demanding wannabe WAGS with their trendy but uncomfortable beds that I am used to.

Her morning test performance was less successful. I gathered that years of shift work had made her a habitual early riser. So am I when I am alone. But that morning we reached for each other instinctively when we woke and kissed gently. I wanted more. I get harder and last longer when I am fresh in the morning. But Mary didn’t seem to think it was a suitable time for nooky and was matter of fact about showering and dressing. Clearly there are still some inhibitions to break down there.

I stopped for a break at Rothersthorpe Services. The slap dash service contrasted sharply with Mary’s results from the breakfast test. I continued my policy of not asking for anything or telling her what I wanted. I needed to know how she lived when being herself to see if we could be compatible. She did ask me but I just told her, “I’ll have whatever you’re having.” I got coffee and toast and marmalade; just what I would have made for myself at home. We chatted freely as she prepared it and she didn’t make a big fuss or waste time. But the food was perfect. We ate on stools in the kitchen and listened to Radio 2. I already knew that we both like 60s and 70s music but I was impressed that she also let me listen to the news without interruption.

Afterwards we discussed some of the current topics. She hadn’t had the opportunity of the grammar school and York University education that I had. She left school at 16 and knows little about politics, business or motor racing; my main interests. But she showed that she can çubuk escort think outside of her own needs, has plenty of common sense and a refreshing dose of compassion and tolerance in her attitudes.

I offered to wash up and she gladly let me. Excessive politeness pisses me off. I like informality and sharing in relationships including chores so that is another plus point.

She had promised to give me peace to work on my MBA project and she was as good as her word. She doesn’t have a study but she helped me connect my laptop to her modem, and cleared space on her computer desk in the living room. Then she got ready to go out. She didn’t spend an hour faffing around with make up and her handbag as my ex wife used to do. Nor did she ask for money. She just quietly got out of my way and went to the supermarket. Great!

I got a lot done. Last night had cleared my mind and some statistical analysis problems that have been bugging me for weeks suddenly clicked. When Mary came back at lunchtime she asked about what I had been doing. At first I told her that she wouldn’t understand and not to worry about it. That was probably true, but insulting. She was only trying to show that she cared about my work. I apologised when she looked crestfallen. She could accept a genuine apology and tried again. In fact I discovered that simplifying things so that she could understand helped me clarify my ideas and improve the logic of my presentation. I even made some changes which pleased her even though it meant delaying lunch.

Lunch at her instigation was sandwiches and drinks in the back garden. She had green fingers which I must admit is not high on my list of priorities in a woman. But it was a lovely Indian summer’s afternoon and the sunlight showed her off to advantage. I discovered that she didn’t have to dress for sex to look attractive. In fact she was wearing black jogging bottoms and a sky blue T-shirt. But her face was radiant, her big breasts bounced rather than flopped as she moved and when the breeze caught her hair I caught my breath. She was never going to be someone I could show off at a cocktail party to help my career and that has to be a consideration. But I now knew that she wouldn’t embarrass me in everyday situations either.

I had planned to go home straight after lunch. I had to prepare my Lancia for the Historic Sports Car race at Silverstone the next day. But she was looking at me with unashamed interest the demetevler escort same as I was her. Our eyes met and our desires coincided. There was no need to discuss anything. We both wanted to say our farewells in the bedroom.

By the time I had pulled the curtains she had already shed her T-shirt and jogging bottoms and lay on the bed, the yellow sheet and pillow cases emphasising the rich, dark sheen of her hair. As for her underwear I could only stand and savour it with stunned, silent delight.

She had chosen a bra and thong set, black chiffon with gold flowers. The bra shaped her beautifully and the panties were tiny, hugging her vulva between her half open thighs and allowing her slit just a peep from behind its floral screen.

When she popped her big, creamy breasts out of the bra I practically tore my clothes off. Her tits were so incredibly inviting; the aureoles huge and darker than usual with excitement.

“You’re like my dads old stallion,” she said laughing at my urgency.

“I don’t think so,” I told her. “Mares don’t have tits like those,” I added with my eyes on stalks.

“Nobody’s ever loved them before. Suck me, Steve, hard, please. Oh God, now, please darling.”

“You don’t have to beg, Mary,” I replied gently and knelt beside the bed. I’m left handed so I leaned across her body and took the left one first, cupping it firmly from the outside and pushing its hot, soft, fleshy sweetness into my mouth. The taste of the natural oils from the pores of her skin was unbelievable and the scent of woman kindled my new born instinct to suck nipple. I was like a baby for a minute, pulling gently, bonding and erasing my deep insecurities. She responded to my feelings, caressing the back of my neck and spine ever so gently and making little soothing sounds.

I was left wondering how much she really wanted a baby in spite of her expressed fears of pregnancy. At the time I dismissed the idea and got on with making love to her. But now…………. Well it is a doubt we have to resolve.

Her right breast was pushing up under my chest demanding its turn. But I made it wait. I kissed every inch of her cleavage on the way across, drinking in her fresh, aroused sweat and enjoying those huge, soft, smooth breast walls rubbing my cheeks. I knew I was bristly because I hadn’t brought a razor and hadn’t been able to shave that morning. But she didn’t seem to care, gently closing her breasts ankara escort against me and rubbing.

I had been gentle with her left breast but the right one got the he man treatment. I squeezed it hard and nibbled the tit between my teeth instead of sucking. It drove her wild. She pulled her knees up and began to buck and thrash trying to get away from the pressure. But I knew she was really loving it and held her down until she had the most erect tit I have ever experienced.

She had the wettest panties as well. When I finally moved down and ran my hands and lips over them they literally squelched! When I peeled them slowly down her front and looked inside I realised they were not just damp, they were thick with buckets of creamy, sweet smelling cum. She turned and I lifted her legs bodily and pulled them off with a triumphant flourish.

Mary put her hand under her bum as still more cum oozed from her slit as she got up to find a condom. I handed her a luminous pink one this time. That made her giggle but her fingers knew me by now and I thrust between them getting ever harder as she unrolled the protection.

To my surprise she didn’t lie down again. Then I realised that she was afraid to stain the sheet. She knelt on the side of the bed, legs wide apart but didn’t seem to know what to do next or what I would do. What I did was smack her big, soft and inviting bum, playfully, twice, once on each buttock. “Naughty, naughty, Mary” I said laughing.

She giggled as another inhibition fell away, buried her face in the quilt and thrust her bum up. Her cunt filled the gap between her thighs, dark red, smooth and slippery with juice. So horny was she that her clit was actually hanging out. I knelt and touched it with the tip of my tongue once, twice, three times. The last time I got in return a shiver that ran right through her being. I stood up and drove for home, in till my balls were grinding against her, then out until only my tip was left to tease her clit, round and round that little pink ball of pleasure then another thrust with all the force of my pelvis. The bed creaked and groaned and she had to bite on the quilt to stop herself screaming.

Six rounds of this were all we could take before I blasted my load into pink latex.

So 100% on the sex test. She is fantastic and I know we can get better when she gets more experience and confidence. There are so many things I want to do with her. For a start I will be blasting my next load into her cervix instead of into pink latex. I have vowed it.

I don’t see myself getting bored with her, at least in bed, for some time. Out of bed it is up to her to see if she can keep me interested. Will she try and does she believe in our future enough to go on the pill? I don’t know.

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This is a work of pure fiction. Unlike my previous stories which were fantasies based on real events and real people, this one takes place in the future. Hope you enjoy!

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My marriage lasted five years. The fact that it ended wasn’t much of a shock to anyone. It was a disaster, and I’ll spare you all of the horrible details. The hard part was moving on in this financial climate. I ended up moving back in with my parents at 38. Getting out of my parents house was one of the main reasons I got married in the first place! Hmm… maybe that’s why my marriage didn’t work out so well. Anyway, after six months of trying to live squashed into the tiny second bedroom of my parents’ new house in their ‘active adult community’, I finally found a decent two bedroom apartment and started to get on with my life.

One of the more nerve-wracking things I had to face when I became single again was that I would have to start dating again. I wasn’t very successful at dating before I met my wife. I was a bit of an introvert and many of my relationships in my 20’s began on the internet. They had to, because that’s where I spent most of my time. Lucky for me, people were much more sympathetic to me now that I was a divorcee and began to try to set me up with just about anything that moved. At least, that’s how it felt. I ended up going on two dates during the six months I lived with my parents. The first girl was nice enough, but it was probably too soon for me and I found myself going on and on about my failed marriage. That was the end of that relationship. The second girl was a bit obnoxious and not too attractive, either. I spent most of the time complaining about my ex-wife because I knew that it would scare her away. It worked. If you’re looking to scare eligible women away, just complain a lot.

My parents had pushed me to go to a ‘transitions’ group at the local library. I didn’t think I needed something like that. I had plenty of friends who were also divorced or going through one, so I had a ready-made support group. Still, they insisted that I get out of the house, and since it was free it wouldn’t break my non-existent post-divorce budget. I hated to be pessimistic but I was right, there wasn’t really much there for me. I got plenty of sympathy and chances to vent with friends, family, and co-workers. The people there were predominantly older and male. I may as well have gone to the clubhouse in my parents’ development for a younger crowd.

I was about to leave my third (and last) meeting when one of the older ladies came up to me and said that she had a daughter who was about my age, and also divorced. She had married younger and been divorced for a number of years already. Would I be interested in meeting her? Sure, I said. What did I have to lose? I gave her my email address and phone number. I doubted I would hear anything.

A week later the mom called me. Her name was Susan. She said that her daughter, Nicole, was interested in meeting me. I found it really odd that Susan was doing all of the talking for her daughter. I knew all about shyness, but this seemed a little extreme. Still, I decided to give it a try. I had custody of my daughter that weekend but my parents were more than happy to watch her for a few hours.

We met at an Italian restaurant on a Saturday night. I was a little nervous about meeting her. She at least had a description of me from her mother; all I really knew was her name. Nicole turned out to be attractive, mid 30’s, probably 5’7″, 140 lbs. She had long brown hair and an hourglass figure. The first thing she did when we sat down was apologize to me for not speaking to me beforehand. She said that she was always getting set up by her mother and just preferred to meet people face to face before talking to them.

I found Nicole easy to talk to. She got married at 23, right after college, and divorced at 28, unlike me who got married at 33 and divorced at 38. She didn’t have any children and I had my daughter. We both stayed away from talking about our past relationships. We talked about music and television, mostly. I had a good time. At the end of the date she told me that she liked to take things slowly. I told her I was in no hurry. She gave me a peck on the cheek and told me that she would call me during the week to make plans for the following Saturday.

I spent the next 5 days trying not to think about Nicole. Whether I was at work, or in my apartment, or with my daughter I found my mind wandering toward the iPhone sitting in my pocket, and wondering if and when it would ring. Nicole finally called me on Thursday night. We exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes and then she asked me if I would like to meet up for Chinese food on Saturday night. Sure, I said.

We had another good date. I was really getting to like this girl. At the end of the date she kissed me on the lips. She lingered only for a moment. She said that she would call me again to make plans for the following weekend.

She etimesgut escort called me on Wednesday night this time to make that weekend’s dinner plans. Unfortunately my daughter caught a cold and I didn’t feel right leaving her with my parents to go on a date. I called Nicole to apologize and ask if we could postpone our date a week. She was very understanding. I apologized again, and again, and she finally stopped me, saying that it was admirable that I would put my daughter’s well-being ahead of my personal life. I promised that I would make it up to her, and she said that maybe she would be the one making it up to me.

Nicole called me on Monday night to ask me how my daughter was. I told her that she was doing better when I brought her back to my ex. We talked for a while, and eventually she asked me if I wanted to do something a little different this weekend. Sure, I said, what did you have in mind? She said that she wanted me to come over to her place Saturday afternoon, dressed in ‘workout clothes’. I agreed, wondering what she had in mind. I started trying to get her to tell me what she was thinking, but she refused. You’re just going to have to wait and see, she said. I hated not knowing what was in store for me.

The week passed slowly. Nicole called me again on Thursday night and I tried to get more information out of her, but she refused to tell me anything. I know this was going to be our third date, and conventionally this was when things became more physical, but Nicole had said she wanted to take things slowly. What did she have in mind?

Finally Saturday afternoon rolled around and I showed up at her apartment. She lived about ten minutes away from me. I arrived dressed in a sweatshirt with a t-shirt underneath, and sweatpants. Nicole answered the door wearing a similar set of sweats, with her long brown hair tied back in a pony tail. She gave me a quick kiss hello.

“So, what did you have in mind that you’ve been so secretive about?” I asked her. “Well,” Nicole said, “I wanted to do something more physical, but since it’s the middle of winter, I had to think of something that we could do inside. Have you ever wrestled?” She asked.

I smirked. She wants to wrestle me? “Yeah,” I said.

“Have you ever wrestled a woman?” Nicole asked.

I sped through the Rolla decks of my mind. “Yeah, sort of,” I said, “Maybe 20 years ago.”

“Do you want to wrestle me?” Nicole asked.

Did she even have to ask? I wasn’t going to say no to the opportunity to put my hands all over her. I could already feel my cock stirring in anticipation. “Sure,” I said with a smile.

“Great,” Nicole said. “Here are the ground rules. No hitting, punching, slapping, kicking, or biting, and no grabbing privates. If you get too… handsy… we’re gonna stop.”

“Fair enough,” I said. We went to work moving all of the furniture in her living room until we had as much room as possible. That was quite a workout in itself, actually. Finally we faced each other, my heart already pounding. “Okay, now what…” I began to say, but Nicole had already charged me.

Although Nicole was obviously fit and not small by any means, she was no match for me physically. I had 20 pounds and 4 inches of height on her, longer arms and more muscle. She charged me and I grabbed her in a bear hug, stopping her momentum. I could feel her pushing against me, trying to force me backward, but I held my ground. After a few seconds I went on my own offensive and toppled her backwards and onto the ground. I straddled her waist and pinned her arms over her head. She tried to buck me off of her and succeeded in making me bounce in the air once or twice, but couldn’t get free. Eventually she stopped struggling. I gazed down at her pretty face and longed to kiss it, but I didn’t.

“You forgot to mention how this would be scored,” I said.

“Well, let’s say this is a point for you and move on,” Nicole said. I got off of her and helped her to her feet. She brushed a strand of hair away from her face. She approached me again, more cautiously this time, and I reached out and intertwined my fingers with hers. Again, I had much more upper-body strength so she was no match for me. After maybe a minute of struggling I could feel her start to give. I let one hand go and spun her around with my other hand, almost like we were dancing. I grabbed her around the waist with my free hand and pushed her backwards and onto the floor, pinning her again. I was getting erect from the physical contact. I was sure that she could feel it pressing against her stomach the way that I was straddling her.

If she did she didn’t say anything to me. She glared at me, out of breath and frustrated. She was flushed and sweaty and her hair was disheveled. She was sexier than ever.

I smiled at her. “Two to nothing,” I said.

Nicole glared back at me. She was obviously a competitive person. “Want to make things a little etlik escort more interesting?” She asked.

“Sure, what did you have in mind?” I asked.

She stopped glaring at me and looked down. I got the impression that she was looking at the bulge in my sweatpants. “From now on each time somebody pins the other one, the loser has to take off a piece of clothing.”

Strip wrestling? She sure had a funny way of taking things slowly. Unless she was some kind of wringer, I liked my chances. Heck, even if I lost, I was beginning to like my chances. “Sounds good to me,” I said.

Without a word, Nicole lowered her head and charged at me, catching me around the waist and pushing me backward a few steps. I was able to dig in my heels and keep my balance on the carpeting. Once Nicole’s initial push was over, she had nothing left. It was easy to grab her around her waist and push her back to the ground. This time instead of sitting astride her waist I fell against her, covering nearly her entire body with mine. I could feel her breasts against my chest, and my erection was somewhere around her hip. My face was inches from hers, and I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Hey, no fair!” She cried.

“There was nothing against kissing in the rules,” I said.

“Fine, you win,” she said, and I climbed off of her and helped her to her feet. Without a word she pulled her sweatshirt off of her head to reveal a plain white t-shirt underneath.

We grappled again, and I pinned her again. Off came a single sock. She dangled it in the air and tossed it aside. “Just one sock?” I said.

“Relax,” Nicole said, “You’re winning.” She came at me again and I grabbed her and threw her right to the ground, climbing on top of her and pinning her. I reached behind her and pulled off her other sock and tossed it aside. I stood up again and offered her my hand. She lay on the ground for a few moments, breathing heavily and glaring at me. “Showoff,” she said.

I laughed at her. Nicole surprised me by lunging at my legs, and managed to knock me off of my feet. She gained the upper hand for the first time and went about trying to pin my arms. I wouldn’t let her. She would get one arm pinned but when she tried to focus on the other one I would lift the first one up. I toyed with her for a few minutes. She was really trying hard, grunting with the effort and getting more and more frustrated. When she realized she wasn’t strong enough to pin my arms with hers, she ended up trying to pin one of my arms with both of her hands, and shifting her weight to pin my other arm with one of her legs. While she was off-balance I pushed her over until she was practically sitting in my lap, then I grabbed her in a hug and slid her off of me and onto the floor, lying across her for several seconds, but she was too exhausted to even struggle. I gave her a kiss on the lips this time which she responded to by playfully snapping her teeth like she was going to bite me.

I climbed off of her. Either the shirt or the pants were coming off this time. I wasn’t sure if she was ready to remove something so revealing, so I decided to give her a chance to get out of it. “You don’t have to take anything else off if you don’t want to,” I said.

“Oh, you’re such a gentleman,” Nicole said with a hint of sarcasm, slowly getting to her feet. “I made this bet and you won, fair and square,” she added, and pulled her t-shirt over her head to reveal a white sports bra. I was momentarily distracted by the sight of her creamy white skin and the contours of her sports bra, which clearly showed her erect nipples pressing against the fabric. She took advantage of my distraction and threw herself at me again, knocking me off of my feet and backwards onto the floor. We rolled back and forth on the floor a few times. This time around our wrestling was much more sensual. Our arms were around each other and our legs were intertwined. I felt the bare skin of her back instead of a shirt. I was fully erect by now, and I’m sure she felt it pressing against her. As far as the actual wrestling match went, I’m sure Nicole knew by this point that it was going to be nearly impossible for her to pin me, but she kept trying.

Nicole was putting up a good fight, and I was even considering letting her win a round, but eventually I ended up lying on top of her, and just stayed there. She stopped struggling and looked at me. “Okay, I give,” she said. I got up off of her and she stood up. She struck a pose, hands on hips. “Ready?” She asked. I smiled at her. She stuck her thumbs into the waistline of her sweatpants and pulled them down, revealing plain white cotton panties. I could see the outline of her brown bush underneath. She stepped out of her sweatpants and tossed them aside.

Nicole noticed me staring at her crotch. “Hey, up here,” she said.

I sheepishly moved my gaze back to her brown eyes. “Sorry,” I said, “It’s been a while.”

“I’m sure it has,” ankara escort Nicole said. We both stood silently, contemplating what was going to happen next. “Okay,” Nicole eventually said, “One more round, winner takes all.”

“Fair enough,” I said, and this time I charged her, grabbing her around the waist and throwing her to the floor. We wrestled back and forth again, and I was almost sorry that I was still completely dressed because I would have loved to feel all of Nicole’s exposed skin against mine. I made up my mind that this time I was going to let Nicole win. I let her roll me onto my back and pretended that I was too winded to fight her as she pinned my arms to the floor.

She was lying against me, breasts pressed against my chest and her crotch against my crotch. Suddenly I felt her grinding her hips against my erection. I was so turned on already that I was afraid she was going to make me cum right then.

Nicole looked me in the eye. “Letting me win, huh? You’re such a gentleman.” She kissed me on the lips, hard. “Unfortunately I’m not much of a lady,” she added, and I could feel her begin to crawl forward until she was sitting on my neck, her panty-clad crotch just inches from my face. “I am so turned on right now,” Nicole said, “Want to find out how much?” I could already see the wet spot on her panties, but she reached with a hand and slid them aside to reveal her pussy.

“Remember the rules,” Nicole said, “Don’t get handsy.”

I lifted my head up to give her pussy a kiss. She was sweaty from the wrestling but there wasn’t much of an odor. “There was nothing in the rules against kissing,” I said. I kissed and licked at her pussy for a minute or two, until she moved her panties into place and got off of me.

She hovered over me with her hands on her hips. “Okay, I won,” Nicole said, “Now strip.”

I stood up and moved a few steps away from her. I took off my sweatshirt and t-shirt in quick succession. I jokingly did a couple of muscle-man poses.

“Very impressive,” Nicole dead-panned. “Now show me the good stuff.”

I pulled down my sweatpants, glad that I had on clean underwear. My erection was pitching quite a tent in my tighty-whities. I took off my socks… slowly… just to try to prolong the strip show. Nicole was staring at my erection. I cocked my hips back and forth a few times and then hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear. I gingerly lifted the waistband over my cock and down my legs. I tossed my underwear aside and stood before her completely naked, my 7 inch cock pointing in her general direction.

Nicole slowly clapped her hands a few times, and then she closed the gap between us and kissed me. I felt her hand reach down and begin to fondle my cock.

I broke the kiss. “Hey, I thought we weren’t allowed to get handsy,” I said playfully.

“Dude, the game’s over,” Nicole replied, and kissed me again. We stayed like that for a few minutes, making out in her living room while Nicole fondled and stroked my erection. Eventually Nicole broke the kiss. “Okay, close your eyes,” she said. I obediently closed them. “Don’t open them until I tell you to,” I heard her say. I could hear her footsteps moving around the apartment, and then I heard her approaching me again. “Keep them closed,” I heard Nicole say again over the sound of my heart pounding. Suddenly I felt her hand on my cock, and the unmistakable feeling of her rolling a condom down over my erection. I was able to keep my eyes closed but it took a lot of effort. I felt her place a little kiss on the tip and then I heard her footsteps moving away again. After another minute I heard her call out, “Okay, come find me.”

I followed the sound of her voice to her bedroom. It certainly wasn’t a big apartment to get lost in. She was lying on her side on the bed, completely naked, with a hand between her legs, touching herself. “Come here,” she said.

Without a word I joined her on the bed. She lay back and I climbed on top of her. We kissed, feverishly, and I began to kiss her neck, her shoulders, down to her breasts. I took each nipple into my mouth and sucked it until it got hard. Nicole grabbed my head and pulled me back to her face. “Enough foreplay,” she gasped, “Just fuck me already.”

I smiled at her, moving my hips so that my condom-covered cock lined up to the entrance to her pussy. I slid into her easily. She was tight but wet. She immediately wrapped her legs around my butt and pushed me as deeply into her as I could go. She was definitely ready to go.

I started to make love to her slowly, at the pace my wife preferred. I was quickly aware from the way that Nicole was bucking her hips and pressing her legs around my butt that she wanted me to go faster. I picked up the pace, but I could feel my excitement building. “I’m not going to last long,” I whispered.

“Neither am I,” she whispered back. She started moaning and bucking her hips even harder. “I’m coming,” she gasped.

She pushed me over the edge as well. I grunted and started thrusting into her as hard as I could. We rode out our orgasms and then collapsed together. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, basking in the afterglow. “Thank you,” I whispered.

“No, thank you,” Nicole whispered back.

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Long story short, Angie had cheated on her husband and felt awful for it. What made her feel even worse is that she desperately wanted to do it again. She’d unleashed a part of herself that she had long kept hidden; a sexual beast that had no intention of disappearing back into darkness. This was the reason she had hid in the closet near the back door of their house. And this is why she had left a note for her husband, Carl, telling him she was out with friends, and that she would be home late. She wanted him to feel confident he wouldn’t get caught when her plan went into effect.

The “plan” had arrived just seconds earlier, mere moments after Carl, himself, had gotten home from work. As expected, he invited Cindy in when she told him she had forgotten something in the guest bedroom.

Cindy was chosen for a number of reasons, one being that she was pretty laid back when it came to sex, and another that she wasn’t likely to form an emotional attachment. Angie’s nephew, Jim, had brought her home a few times from the bars when he stayed over on the occasional weekend. In fact, it was the sounds that Cindy and Jim made from the guestroom that had revamped Carl and Angie’s sex life, and inadvertently led to Angie being horny enough to cheat in the first place.

Because of the very casual nature of Jim and Cindy’s relationship, neither Angie nor her husband had ever formally met Cindy, but they had seen her either coming or going on more than one occasion. She was a very tall, bronze-skinned Latina, standing somewhere in the six foot area, but not weighing more than 130 pounds. She was 19, and looked it, with long, black hair with the ends dyed bright red. Likely B cups, her breasts weren’t large, but on her thin body they stood out enough to catch the eye. Her flat ass wasn’t the best-formed, but it was very small and tight. She had big brown eyes and seemed very pretty the one time they’d seen her smile.

Angie knew Carl fantasized about her. While they would almost always make love to the sounds of Jim and whoever his date that night was, Carl never seemed to snap into the mood as fast as when it was Cindy’s screams they heard through the walls. And Angie saw a little glimmer each time Carl saw her that wasn’t there when he saw the other girls Jim brought by. She never resented him for it, and now she was glad he’d been that transparent, because it helped her set up this little adventure.

The plan was so simple, Angie was surprised it worked. She went through her nephew’s cell phone the last time he was in town, found Cindy’s number, and called her up. She told Cindy that she wanted to give Carl a secret birthday gift–which was true, as his 34th birthday would take place just days after the plan was to go into effect–and that she wanted Cindy to be that gift. As expected, Cindy was more than willing, excited, even, to be a part of this. Cindy was to show up at the house looking for Jim at a time when Angie knew only Carl would be there.

To be clear, Angie wasn’t trying to set up Carl to use his infidelity against him. She knew he was faithful, just as she had been until recently. This was just her way of apologizing without having to admit anything, a kind of peace offering. Besides, she was curious to see how far things would go before Carl finally gave in. Her worst fear, unbelievably, would be if he didn’t give in at all. It would make Angie feel even worse than she already did. And of course, she knew that if Carl did give in, he would enjoy the moment very, very much. Cindy knew the basics of the situation Angie was in, and had promised to be unforgettable.

What Cindy didn’t know was that Angie planned on being home the whole time this thing went down. Hell, until the afternoon before the big evening, Angie, herself didn’t even know she was going to stick around. But thinking about her husband fucking another woman had gotten her unexpectedly hot, and she just had to be there, if not to see, then maybe to hear, and if she couldn’t hear, the idea of doing something so naughty was just too much to say ‘no’ to.

Cindy had gone into the guest bedroom, where she and Angie’s nephew Jim slept when he was in town. Angie wasn’t sure what she was pretending to have forgotten, but it didn’t matter. It was just an excuse to get her access to the house.

Sweetheart that he was, Carl behaved himself and just sat in his chair and held the newspaper in the living room, waiting for Cindy to find her whatever it was and be on her way. He was actually feeling a little uncomfortable, which is why he was holding the paper, but not functioning enough to read it. He was immensely excited being home alone with this young woman who he had heard orgasm no less than ten times. He had even cum in or on his wife to the sounds Cindy had made through the wall as he imagined what her face looked like while she fucked and climaxed.

Even now he felt his penis swelling. He silently cursed his wife, who had been teasing him but giving him no relief all week. Now he was horny as shit and he wasn’t maltepe escort sure if he’d be able to stand up to let Cindy out the door. And Angie’s teasing wasn’t the only thing; Cindy had come dressed in high heels, a snug-fitting, colorful little dress, and had even had her long hair done and put up in a very classy, sexy display. Carl had always seen her in bar-slut outfits and her hair had always been in a post-fuck mess. The way she presented herself tonight made him very aware of his now full erection.

She came into the living room, slipping whatever she had come for into her little purse as she approached Carl, who didn’t dare get out of his chair.

“Got it,” she said. “Maybe I’ll see you later.” Then, as if it were an afterthought, “Where’s…um…?”

“Angie,” Carl said, dropping the paper over his crotch and trying to control his eyes by keeping them either right on hers or on the carpet. It was a failed effort. Her cleavage in that little dress was too delicious to ignore.

“Oh, right. Sorry.”

“She’s out with girlfriends,” he said, hoping Cindy hadn’t caught his lingering gaze.

To his amazement, Cindy rounded the chair and moved further into the living room, away from the back door where she had entered.

“That’s what I’m supposed to be doing tonight,” she said. “But I don’t think I’m up to it.” She laughed. “Girls’ nights out can be so draining…”

“Yeah,” Carl said, just to say something.

“…Especially when you’ve got men on your mind.”

Carl swallowed hard.

In the closet with the door opened just a crack, Angie couldn’t see but could hear the line, and she blushed. This was really happening! She was so nervous that she was shaking, and her skin was cold and clammy. She was sweating, but between her legs, she was also getting wet. She bit her lip, anxious to hear her husband’s response.

“You, um…you miss Jim, huh?” he said.

In a move that both thrilled and terrified Carl, Cindy moved to the couch and sat on the cushion closest to him. She crossed her very long legs and leaned in toward him.

“Well, yeah, but I don’t need him. We just have fun together. I’m looking for something better. Jim is, like, my age. I want someone with experience. I’ve been thinking about it all day. All week.” She put a hand on his knee. “Hell, I’ve been thinking about it since I was sixteen.”

Carl’s body froze. He didn’t even breathe. His tongue felt dry and heavy. His dick was hot and throbbing. It twitched so much, the newspaper covering it moved and made a crinkling noise—the only sound in the whole house.

“I’ve always been with guys my age,” she continued, delighted with the impact she was having on him, and showing it with a sly grin. “But I’ve always wanted, I don’t know, a man, I guess. A real man.”

She gave Carl ample time to respond, and he took all of it, not forming words until she was just about to continue.

“I, I, I know some guys, some, ah, men from work, who you might like. I can give you a couple numbers…” He reached for his wallet on the end table between the couch and his chair. Cindy moved her hand from his knee to his shaking hand and smiled, looking him straight in the eyes.

“You know what this is, don’t you?” she said in a soft, sexy voice with just a trace of her Latino accent. When he said nothing, she continued. “I’m coming on to you, Carl.”

Carl’s head spun as he tried to come up with something to say. Problem was, he didn’t know if he should encourage her, or do the right thing and ask her to leave.

“I want you to fuck me, Carl,” Cindy said, breaking his concentration.

As she said it, she slid to the edge of the couch, letting her little dress ride up, revealing her luscious, brown thighs, the trim side of her tiny ass, even a dark patch between her legs which might be panties, might be skin. Carl looked long enough to know he’d never be able to tell without a closer look.

In the closet, Angie was glad she was sitting down on a step stool, because her legs would have given out if she’d been standing when Cindy said those words. Desperate to see what was going on, she cracked the closet door just a little more, then slid a mirror on a handle out and angled it so she could see the living room. Since her closet was at the backdoor in the kitchen, the view of the living room beyond was distant, but she could still see Cindy move her hand up to Carl’s arm, across his thigh, and then down to his crotch.

Carl let her. He was still frozen with lust and conflict. He was fifteen years older than this sexy little creature, but the thoughts running through his head made him feel like a teenager again. He thought about his wife and knew he loved her, but he also knew he would still love her, even if he did give in to Cindy’s charms. So maybe it wouldn’t be so bad…no. No. He shook his head, not believing that he was already trying to justify this. He just hadn’t been hit on in a long time, and never so directly, and never by a woman he fantasized mamak escort about so often. She had just caught him off guard. But he couldn’t do this.

Then he felt her hand grab his crotch, beneath the newspaper but on the outside of his pants. She squeezed, gently. He didn’t push her away. She squeezed again. Then again. Then she gave him a stroke, awkwardly, through his khakis. Their eyes were locked, hers hungry and in control, his full of fear and desire.

“Can I suck you?” she asked in a whisper.

His non-answer said plenty.

Slowly, seductively, Cindy got off the couch and went down on her knees at the foot of Carl’s recliner. He watched, unmoving, as she took position, spreading his legs and looking down at his crotch, pushing the newspaper away while licking her lips. She unfastened him and grabbed his pants and boxers together by the waist, then slowly but strongly pulled them down. He felt himself lifting his buttocks to help her get the pants off. They went down, down. His erection sprang into view, huge and red and pulsing. His pants went further down, and Carl felt the thrill of being revealed and stared at by a beautiful, young stranger, a forbidden lover, a lustful fantasy.

His pants were off, past his ankles, discarded onto the floor. She took his socks off, then gently grasped his naked ankles. Her hands ran up his legs, to his knees, across his thighs. His dick bobbed in excitement. His chest heaved. His breath came irregularly.

Cindy leaned over him, bending her long, graceful neck so beautifully displayed thanks to her wearing her hair up, toward his chest. Her fingers were already unbuttoning his shirt, starting at the bottom. One, two, three were undone. Then all of them. She pulled the shirt open and kissed his naked chest. Her hands ran down his sides, toward his crotch as she licked his nipple, then the other.

Meanwhile, Angie was mesmerized as she watched via the mirror across the house. While she had set this up specifically to get her husband to submit, it might have bothered her that he was giving in to the seduction so soon—might have, that is, if she wasn’t immensely turned on by what she saw. It was a sobering thought that would occur to her later, but right now all Angie could think about was how hot the scenario was playing out. This other woman, this little slut had brought her husband to his breaking point. She loved seeing the need he displayed as he squirmed, conflicted even though he’d already made up his mind. And to know that such a hot young thing like Cindy was going all out to bed Carl made him seem that much hotter, and made Angie that much more proud that ultimately, he was hers.

Cindy’s fingers slid past Carl’s dick and dipped below, cupping his balls with both hands. She leaned forward, positioning her head directly over his erection. Carl stared at her, straining to even breathe. Besides what was physically happening, and what was about to happen, he was elated to be in such close company with this beautiful, sexy young thing. Everything about her was so thin and fragile, yet her height made her imposing enough to pull off the seductress role perfectly. Just beyond where her arms reached out to him and held his warm, heavy testicles, her breasts were pressed together beneath her dress, and the resulting cleavage was enough to make any man lose his head. The way she touched him made him feel worshipped, as though she was his offering.

She lowered her head.

The reality of the situation struck him when she moved, and he suddenly sat up, grabbing her gently but firmly by the shoulders.

“I can’t…I’m…married,” he gasped.

But her head slowly continued downward as she gave her response. “I won’t tell…”

As she hit the last ‘l’ in ‘tell’, her tongue rolled out and greeted his cock as her mouth closed around it. Carl lost control, his body stiff with tension yet melting into the chair. He gasped loudly, released her shoulders, then pawed at her back as she sunk her warm, wet mouth onto him deeper. His pawing inadvertently pulled up her dress enough to show him the bottom half of her tiny ass and the red g-string outlining it.

He thrust weakly into her face at the sight of it, and when the dress slipped back down, he knew he had to see it again. He pulled at her garment, this time deliberately, until it was bunched up near her shoulders. A red bra strap crossed her back just below it, but for the moment Carl just looked at her, taking in all that bronze, naked skin stretched so tight across her form.

Her head buried in his crotch, Cindy could feel Carl’s eyes studying her as she made love to his manhood. She wanted him to touch her, waited for it, wished for it, was about to release him and beg for it, and then he did, placing a big, hot hand on her hotter flesh at the small of her back. He slid his hand across her, moving down to cup her ass cheek. Cindy sucked harder, faster. She moved a hand up to the base of his cock and stroked what she couldn’t engulf. ankara escort He was wet and slippery from her spit.

Carl had spread his fingers across half her ass, and was contemplating what to do or touch next when something happened. Some part of him was still fighting this, and for a moment he recognized that part.

“No,” he said, not loud enough for anyone but himself to hear. “I can’t do this. Don’t do this, dammit.”

Cindy’s head bobbed on his wet shaft.

He grunted. God, he wanted this. But he knew he’d regret it. Of course this would haunt him. Even if Angie never found out, he’d know what he did for the rest of his life.

Cindy’s tongue flicked at the tip of his cock head. Her fingers holding his balls ventured further beneath him, teasing the sensitive space between his testicles and asshole.

“Oh God, oh God…” he groaned to himself. He gritted his teeth, breathing through them, angry with himself but too aroused not to be enjoying every second of it. He visualized pulling her off of him, but physically stopping the pleasure she was giving him didn’t seen at all possible. She sucked and bobbed on him, her lips tight and her tongue exploring, tasting him eagerly and wanting more. How could he stop her?

“No,” he whispered again. “No.” This time louder. “No, no no!” Releasing her dress, letting it fall back and cover her, Carl grabbed Cindy by the head just firmly enough to pull her off of him without hurting her. The wet smacking sound as her lips popped off his cock head nearly sent him into orgasm. A string of saliva hung from her lip and connected to his tip. Her lips were wet and full and red and so impossibly alluring.

It might have been ten seconds or one-tenth of a second that he looked at her before bending down and pulling her to him, kissing her hard and full on those lips, slipping his tongue between them and urging her tongue between his. She tasted like cock, but more than that she tasted young and unfamiliar.

In the closet, Angie watched, amazed and terribly wet and horny. The kiss was so passionate, she almost felt as if she were a part of it, then wished she was. She caught herself trying to remember when, if ever, Carl had last kissed her like that.

Carl scooted forward in his chair until his exposed crotch was up against the waist of Cindy’s colorful dress, his erection pressing into her belly. They continued to make out as he reached around her, around her ass and under her dress, venturing between her legs and slipping his middle finger past the g-string and into her wet pussy. To get as deep as possible, he spread out his other fingers, effectively cupping the bottom of her ass with his hand and feeling her hot, sweaty little asshole in his palm. With his one finger, he drew in and out of her pussy, fucking her. Her whole body shuddered and tightened, and she broke the kiss to show him the aching, needful ecstasy on her face.

The few moments Carl had seen Cindy before, as she left the house late at night or early in the morning after a romp with his nephew, he had never seen an emotional side of her. She seemed bland and uncaring, a clueless toy to be fucked. Part of him was turned on by that. But how Cindy really caught his attention was by the sounds she made, which was a completely different example of her, so full of feeling and passion and raw sexual energy. That was what turned her into his ultimate fantasy. And now, to see her facial expressions exhibiting such lust was a dream come true, because at last he knew she wasn’t just a doll making human sounds, but a true animal of pleasure, both causing it and craving it.

Cindy whimpered; a soft, feminine, innocent sound that caught in her throat as she looked at him with those big, brown eyes.

Carl lost it.

Her noise had triggered the bomb, and there was nothing he could do about it. He didn’t want to cum, not only because it wasn’t right for this woman to be here when he did such a thing, but because he didn’t want it to be over. But he was cumming. The liquid fire boiled the base of his spine before surging past his loins and up his hot cock, still pressed into Cindy’s dress and her belly. The first shot was big, and Cindy noticed, backed away in surprise.

Carl pulled his hands off of her, but did nothing to help his orgasm. He just grabbed the armrests of the chair with his fists, closed his eyes, and ground his teeth together as he tried to stop the flow of cum. He knew, even as it was happening, that this had gone on too far, despite how badly he needed to continue. But in a moment of clarity, Carl was choosing his wife. He’d never fully understand how, but he was.

His cum splashed against the front of Cindy’s dress, but the second and third spurts, unbeknownst to Carl, landed in the hands that she had cupped to catch it. She resigned herself to the reality that Carl wasn’t going to go all in, and disappointed as she was, she didn’t want to make things harder for him by jacking him off and perhaps breaking his will. She had tried that, and though there were small successes, ultimately and obviously, it was a failure. Her heart sank, but it didn’t stop beating rapidly, as it was still thrilling to see him shoot his load from that magnificent penis, and very erotic to feel the heat and weight of his cum in her hands.

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After a hard days work the only thing Lucky could think about was taking a long hot shower and relaxing in her bed with a glass of wine. As she walked through the door of her third story apartment her phone began to ring. However on her ride home she decided she wasn’t going to take any phone calls for the rest of the night. She walked past the living room and kitchen and headed straight for the bedroom. Once inside she began to peel her clothes off layer by layer, starting with her black pea coat throwing it in the chair located in the corner. She finished with removing her black Victoria’s secret thong.

She made her way to the bathroom and turned on the water in the shower. As she waited for the water to heat up she let down her hair and shook it loose. A few moments later the water was warm enough for her to stand under. For what seemed like several minutes she just stood there under the water allowing it to cascade over every part of her possible. The hot water beating down on her neck and she stood under the flow and the steam it created was just what she needed to relax. She washed herself and exited the shower. Cautiously she walked across her tile floor and onto to the carpet in her bedroom.

She flopped down in her bed and lay on her back to continue her relaxation regimen. The air was calm and her mood even calmer. Pleasant thoughts filled her head leaving no room for any bad ones. Legs spread apart arms stretched out on either side causing a sense of freedom to over come her. Wanting to feel freer she removed her towel and just laid there naked. Time moved çankaya escort on but she was as still as could be. After drifting off into a light sleep she awoke an hour later feeling mischievous and horny.

She rolled out of bed and meandered over to her walk-in closet and looking for something to wear. However she wasn’t in the mood to wear anything she saw until she set eyes upon a blue shoe box. In that box there was a pair of brand new yellow patent leather pumps she had never worn before. Eager to break them in she ripped off the tag and slid her feet inside. They fit so perfectly like she’d been wearing them forever.

Feeling like there was nothing else to put around she strut around the apartment with a glass of wine. Her body screamed for sex but with no one around she knew she was going to have to do it herself. She downed her wine and swung one leg up over the arm of her couch straddling it facing towards the back. Pressing her freshly shaven pussy hard against her adobe faux suede couch she began to rock her hips. Thoughts of being mounted up on her boyfriends cock filled her head. Taking the pleasure further both hands came up and began massaging her breasts. She moaned softly again and again increasingly getting louder each time. Harder and harder she pressed her pussy against the arm rest creating enough friction to induce an orgasm. After the euphoria subsided she moved from the couch.

Just as she got up to get another glass of wine her front door swung open and standing there in the hall way was her boyfriend, Rex. çayyolu escort He was very shocked to see Lucky standing around naked in a pair of yellow patent leather pumps. Nonetheless he was instantly excited, she was happy as well. So happy she ran and jumped into his arms and welcomed him with a long passionate kiss. Neither of them wanted to ruin the moment so little words were exchanged. Hurriedly they headed toward the bedroom where lucky laid on her bed waiting for Rex to remove all his clothing. Once his clothes were off he joined in her bed kissing her all over. The two rolled around in the bed a few times stopping with him on top.

Rex missed his girl and wanted to show her just how much. He started kissing her lips then moving his way down her neck, licking and sucking, followed by a trail of light kisses down her chest stopping for a moment to tease the nerves in her nipple. Slowly he continued his decent down her torso over the belly button and landing centimeters away from the throbbing bud of her clit. She drew in a breath of anticipation. She intently watched him lower his mouth to her. Like a match to a candle, the moment his lips surrounded her tiny bud everything inside her was on fire. Sensually he licked and sucked her clit making her long for more. It became increasingly harder for her to breathe normally and her moans were impossible to hold back. He slipped his tongue deep inside her wet pussy tasting the juices he helped produce. As his tongue swirled around inside her she cried out for more begging him to fuck her. ankara escort Not ready to give in to her demands he resumed licking and sucking her clit bringing her closer to peaking. Next he jammed a finger inside jolting her.

He could sense she was nearing her orgasm so he stopped. Shocked and dismayed by this she gasped. However when he placed her legs upon his shoulders and moved closer to enter her pussy with his cock she was no longer upset. After filling her with his cock he rested a moment taking a moment to admire her yellow pumps up close. They were the ones he bought her four months prior to celebrate their anniversary. He always loved the way her legs looked in a pair of heels. As she watched him stroke her legs up and down she could tell he was very pleased with her for wearing the heels.

More than ready to fuck he thrust in and out of her warm wet pussy holding on to her for stability. Eager and dying to satiate his hunger for her he fucked harder and harder making long deep thrusts. Over and over he pounded into her sparing her no mercy. Screams escaped her lips every time he hit the back of her pussy fueling his appetite for her. She begged him to keep going and fuck faster and so he did. Inside her yellow pumps her toes curled and her fingers gripped on to the bed sheets for life while he fucked her wildly. The explosion hit her wave after wave like a ripple in the water. She has screamed so loud she was sure that one of her neighbors had to have heard her. Her pussy became extra sensitive as he continued fucking her hard and fast. The sensation was so intense she came a second time within seconds. His body went rigid just before unleashing his cum inside her.

Both still enjoying their state of ecstasy they curled up together and lay in bed tangled up in each other. Before drifting off she thanked him for the shoes and the sex.

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-A little about me before we begin. My name is Elizabeth. I am 20 years old, brunette, 5 feet 6 inches, 32B, college student, and very petite. –

It was a lonely winter day. I live in a college apartment, so there is always something going on, except today. Two of my roommates went back home for the weekend and the other was probably at her boyfriend’s place. It was just me with nothing to do. Since it was still early in the semester, there wasn’t a pile of homework, however I probably stress cleaned the entire apartment.

Over the previous few months, there was just too much guy drama to fit into this story (maybe for next time). At this point in time, I was just done trying to get a guy. I still had needs though. I woke up relatively early for a Saturday and had that urge to pleasure myself. I began by just massaging my clit, no porn or literature to assist. It was just me, my hand, and my clit. I started to rub a little harder, which made me let out a little moan. At first I was startled but then realized I was home alone.

Things stepped up a bit when I grabbed my favorite pink vibrator from my bottom drawer. I then put it slowly into my pussy. Usually it takes some effort to get it in there, but today, I was wet, very wet. As I was moving the toy with one hand, my other got on my phone and navigated to some porn. The first video that popped up was of a huge (in all areas) dude and a very small female. God that turned me on so much.

I begin to feel a rush as I orgasm on my bed. Usually it doesn’t cause a mess. But for some reason today, there was a big wet spot on my bed. I ask myself, “Was I really that horny?”

After I took a shower and cleaned everything up, I went downstairs to make some food. I was surprised to see movement in the laundry room. I walked by and saw one of my roommate’s boyfriend there.

I asked “What are you doing here?” with an upbeat tone.

“Doing my girlfriend’s laundry.” He replied.

“Wow, you are a good boyfriend.” He really was. He was almost always over here. He would help cook dinner and almost always clean the dishes even when they weren’t part of their dinner. I never really looked at him at terms of attractiveness since he was obviously with someone else. He was a big dude, way bigger than me. He probably had 9 inches on me and definitely had a football player build.

“So Andrew, what cebeci escort are you up to today?”

“Just relaxing, probably will get ahead on homework and do some cleaning, you?”

“Nothing really.” I almost felt embarrassed saying that. Like I almost always have something going on. It felt weird not having anything to do.

He left after he put all the clothes in the washer and began the cycle. I made myself a sandwich and sat down on the couch. I put on some Netflix show and put a blanket over myself. I just began to feel sad for some reason. Maybe it was because I haven’t had a stable man in my life for a while. It wasn’t like my previous relationship was a rock. But now, I don’t even have anyone.

About 45 minutes had passed and Andrew was back to switch the laundry. He transferred the clothes from the washer to the dryer and then walked over to say hi. He gave me an interesting look. He probably saw the sadness on my face.

“Hey, are you okay? I’m sorry for asking but something seems off.”

“Yeah, I mean, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“I just feel lonely with no one here I guess.”

Without saying anything, he sat down on the couch next to me. Just him being there made me feel comfortable. He was way more secure with himself than any other guy I knew. He was there solely to comfort me. We began talking and I started to feel a little better. He was so comforting that I barely noticed he inched closer and put his arm over me. Eye contact between us continued to get stronger. I couldn’t stop looking at his piercing blue eyes. Something felt different. I now was looking at him in terms of attractiveness. That kind of shocked me and I moved out from under his arm.

“Huh?” Andrew asked.

“Something just felt weird right there.”

He rotated his body and now was looking at me straight on. Something about that turned me on just a little bit. He then put his left hand on my thigh. I didn’t say anything. I was more concerned with how turned on I was. I’m surprised he didn’t notice the dark spot appearing on my grey yoga pants. I looked back into his eyes and then went in for a kiss. Looking back, I had no idea why I did that. I guess my primal instincts just took over.

My lips met his and he kissed back. It felt like our lips were locked for an eternity, but was probably no longer than çin çin escort 5 seconds. Both of us immediately after backed up.

“That was, interesting.” He said. “And unexpected.”

“I’m sorry! I know you have a girlfriend and I don’t want to ruin that. But that felt so right.”

“It did feel good. It did feel right. But also so wrong. I can’t do this.”

“You’re right Andrew. I don’t want to have that tension with my roommate either.”

“But it did feel right. Honestly, more right than any time with her.”

“Just one more kiss?” I said. He nodded and went in to kiss me. This time, it was a lot longer than 5 seconds. Now we weren’t stopping. We both were really into it. I moved into his lap, straddling him. He moved his hand onto my butt, squeezing it.

After a few minutes, we stopped kissing. He stood up from the couch while picking me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he walked us into my bedroom. He set me down on my bed and for the first time, glanced below his waist. He had a good sized bulge coming from his sweat pants. I got up on my knees on the bed and began to kiss him. I then guided my hands towards his pants, pulling his pants down. His cock bounced up and down after being released, and I was pleasantly surprised.

I had seen larger penises before, but they usually hurt me. His was around 7 inches long and was wider than the circle my finger and thumb make. I began stroking his cock as I licked the head. I could taste his pre-cum and it wasn’t gross like usual. I then opened my mouth and forced his penis in there. It felt so natural, like his cock was always supposed to be in my throat.

After taking his penis out of my mouth, I said “I love your cock. It tastes better and just feels so good in my mouth.”

“Baby, you sure know how to suck on one. Let me give you something in return.” He yanked my yoga pants off to reveal my vagina. It was perfectly clean and shaved. I could see the look in his eyes when he finally made eye contact with it.

He went into my bathroom and came out with a towel. “What is this for?” I ask in confusion.

“Trust me, you’ll need it.” Instead of sticking his penis in my pussy, he instead put his real head between my legs. He stuck his tongue on my clit as he stuck a finger in my cunt. That feeling was better than any rubbing session, ankara escort any vibrator, and any lover I had ever had. He started fingering me slowly, focusing more with his tongue. I was becoming so wet. Everything he did seemed to be fine-tuned to my pussy. He sped up the fingering. My pussy only got wetter. He sped up the fingering again.

And again, my pussy only got wetter. This time, however, an unfamiliar sensation began to overtake my body. At once, I squirted. Obviously, it was the first time I had ever done that.

“I didn’t know I could squirt! How did you do that?” He didn’t say anything. He kept his fingers in my vagina as he moves up to kiss me again. I didn’t care that his face tasted terrible, it felt so good. He then removed his fingers and I knew what was coming next. Sure enough, he placed his cock on the edge of my pussy. In one motion, he fit his entire cock in there. It gave my body a huge shock and it felt so good. He didn’t go too fast, he didn’t go too slowly, but his pace was perfect.

I was in a state of euphoria. His cock perfectly fit my pussy. It wasn’t too small so I didn’t feel it. It wasn’t too big where it didn’t fit and would hurt. It was just right. He pulled out and set me on top of his cock in cowgirl. As he thrusted, he sucked on one nipple while squeezing the other. His thrusts became a lot stronger and way faster. That feeling came through me again and he knew it. He took out his cock and I squirted everywhere again.

After I finished, I just sat down on his cock, kissing him intensely. There was no thrusting, just his throbbing penis chilling in my vagina. I loved it. I had never felt that content in at least five years. I could see it on his face too. He flipped me back over and began pounding my pussy again.

It was at the amazingly perfect pace he had done before. Everything in that moment was fantastic. That is probably why I said “Cum in me! Please cum in me.”

Looking back, I have no idea why I said that. It was our first time. But at the time, it felt so right. 20 seconds later, I felt his cock shake and I felt the warm liquid filling me up.

Looking back, there was so much to worry about. What would happen between my roommate and me? What is the future of their relationship? How am I going to get time with Andrew again? And most importantly, how do I deal with his cum in my pussy? However, I wasn’t thinking about any of that. All I cared about was how good I felt in that moment. His cum oozing out of my pussy was the most satisfied I had been in years.

Was it worth the risk of ending a relationship, ruining a friendship, and maybe getting pregnant?

Yes

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Ellen appeared precisely an hour before closing, six nights every week. Baggy sweats over a plain white T shirt and shorts. Near as I could tell, she owned only three pairs of those—navy blue, red and green—and wore them in perfect rotation. Last night was red. She came through door at 9 on Friday night. Green. No surprise there.

No greeting, either. As usual, she tore directly into her vicious workout. 20 minutes on the elliptical, 20 minutes of weights and 20 minutes of abdominal work and stretching, each with brutal intensity. She was 5’10”, about 160 pounds of smooth muscle, shoulder length dark blond hair and green eyes that stared through anyone who dared look directly at them.

The rest of the fitness center’s patrons gave her a wide berth. She broke a sweat at ten minutes, was soaked halfway through and with clocklike precision, did her last stretch a minute before closing. I mumbled a goodnight as the glass door swung closed behind her.

It took me only a few minutes to wipe down the last of the equipment, grab my gym bag and lock up. I walked to the garage. There was a car next to mine, trunk open with only baggy sweats visible. Ellen was screaming a torrent of four letter words.

“Ellen?”

She glared at me, glanced over at the left rear tire—obviously flat—and threw an equally flat spare onto the concrete floor.

“And the goddamn auto club said that they couldn’t get here for two hours!”

‘Hell hath no fury…,’ I thought to myself.

“Ellen, it’s cold, dark and you can’t just sit here alone. Call the auto club, just tell them to forget about tonight, and have them pick you up at your home tomorrow morning. I’ll give you a lift tonight.”

She put her hands on her hips, scowled and barked at the auto club on her cell.

Wordlessly, she slid into the passenger seat of my car. I asked her where she lived. Turned out it was only five minutes out of the way, maybe ten minutes from my place. We pulled out of the garage.

Ellen wasn’t much for small talk. But I learned that Ellen was an executive with a restaurant chain headquartered in the area with about 20 direct subordinates. She was also the bağlıca escort only woman executive in the place, which meant that she got all the lousy assignments and unpleasant responsibilities. The fitness center was her place to unwind and take her workplace frustrations out on the iron.

I pulled up to her place—a nondescript townhome in a sea of similar units—and to my surprise, she invited me in for a glass of wine. Of course I said yes,

She had the upstairs unit, a tidy one-bedroom with a kitchen/dining area combo. Terra cotta tiles, blond wood and a dark green counters. She pulled a bottle of white wine from the refrigerator and two glasses down from the cupboard. She went off to shower.

I looked around the living room. Books everywhere, mostly about business management. A fair number of ‘thrillers’. No sign of romance novels, fantasy or any other typically feminine fair. I wondered if she had a boyfriend–or a girlfriend for that matter. More likely that she had neither.

She came down the stairs. Baggy sweats again, but clean ones. She started in on her glass of wine. And then the green-eyed stare came out, and she was reading my mind.

“It’s tough at work. I’m the only woman, so I have to be better than all the men. So my work is my life.”

She finished her wine and poured another glass. She read my mind.

“Don’t feel sorry for me. This life is my choice.”

Maybe. And maybe she had been in it so long she didn’t know about much else. I got up to hug her, to hold her. She froze for a moment, and pulled away.

“Look, Ellen, when was the last time you were held by another human being? The last time you were with someone who wasn’t evaluating you? The last time that there wasn’t a problem to be solved, employee to be disciplined, report to write or presentation to give?”

I held her left hand gently in my right, and started to stroke her hair, pulling her towards my shoulder. She resisted, but only for a moment, and I let my hand glide towards the nape of her neck. She let out something between a moan and a sigh. I drew her onto the couch, and started slow circles around bala escort her temples with my fingers. She sighed again and I swept my fingers across her lips. Kissed her once, gently.

Pulling myself behind her, I kneaded her shoulders and pressed my thumbs gently along her spine, down and back up, and let them dance across to her neck, her chin, and across her lips once more. Kissed her once more, gently. But this time, she kissed back. Passed her tongue around my lips.

I slipped my hands under her sweatshirt. She pulled away again , but only to switch off the light. As she came back towards me, she pulled off her top to reveal perfect breasts, nipples stiff and swollen. I pulled her close, letting my fingers trace the curve of her ears while I explored the base of her neck with my tongue. And she pulled me closer still.

My hands drifted to her breasts, supporting them, and I swirled my fingers around her areolas, pressing and then pulling gently at her nipples which had become fully engorged and erect. Squeezing her breasts together, I took both nipples in my mouth and sucked.

“Oh OH,” she cried.

I paused and looked up at her.

“Keep going!”

Plea or command, I wasn’t sure. But it didn’t matter. I could feel her belly begin to contract, waves of woman pleasure beginning to course through her body. I flipped her over onto her breasts and began once again to massage her back. She moaned with increasing pleasure as I passed from upper, to lower and began to squeeze her buttocks. I slipped off her sweatpants. She didn’t resist. Kissed the backs of her legs, running my tongue from her ankle up as I massaged the other leg with my fingers.

Her pelvic thrusting was more urgent now, as I flipped her over again to look into those green eyes. She stared at me again, and in a much huskier voice murmured that she needed me. It was my turn to smile and shake my head. I spent another several minutes kissing her legs and her breasts and let her urgency rise. I pressed down, just below her navel to meet each thrust of her pelvis.

“Please, touch me, “she gasped.

I reached down so that my ankara escort hand covered her pussy, pressing the soft lips on either side, flattening them, smoothing them. She tried to guide my hand inside, but I told her no…not yet. Her juices flowed steadily now, and my fingers were quite slick. I began to slide my hand up and down, her clitoris becoming more swollen with each sliding stroke. Her breathing had deepened, and she began to tug at her nipples, twisting and pulling.

I used my left arm to draw her tightly against me and kissed her deeply. I slipped my index and middle fingers inside her now-boiling sex, just past the bone and behind her clitoris, where her G-spot lay.I caressed it gently but firmly, rubbing it up and down. She started to twitch. And shake. And then scream.

“OHHH GOD FUCK DON”T STOP DON’T STOP FUCK DON’T STOP…”

Her pussy became impossibly wet as she began to ejaculate, pouring her juices all over the couch, convulsing in ecstasy. It took her several minutes to stop shaking, only to start again when I buried my face into her cunt, lapping up her delicious musk. She had another screaming ten-minute climax and then just fainted away.

She was limp, relaxed, smiling. I went to find a cool washcloth, but by the time I returned she was snoring, deep in the slumber that follows total release. I wanted her, wanted to feel my cock inside her, but knew this wasn’t the moment. I covered her in a blanket that was draped over the couch, dressed silently, and let myself out.

***

The clock edged past 9 the next evening, and Ellen did not appear for her workout. I wondered if she was angry, embarrassed or just didn’t care. The gym was quiet, and I had my end of shift chores done a few minutes later. Flipped off the light. Grabbed my gym bag. Headed for the garage.

Ellen’s car was next to mine, trunk open with an overcoat and a pair of shapely legs in navy blue fishnet stockings visible beneath. She looked up and smiled.

“It took longer to fix the damn car than I thought,” she blushed. “I bought some new lingerie today. Thought you might like a fashion show.”

She opened her raincoat just enough to let me know that there wasn’t anything between the coat and the lingerie beneath.

“Unless you’d prefer dinner first. But I would have to dress.”

She paused, closed the trunk and slipped into the driver’s seat.

“You know the address. Don’t keep me waiting.”

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Note: Pure work of fiction, nothing from reality. So, if you’re looking for reality, this is imagination. Enjoy!

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I threw myself on the bed with a groan. “I’m never going to learn this advanced physics,” I attempted to tell my roommate and ended up telling my pillow.

“Poor thing,” she snickered, once she’d finally understood me, “Straight As are harder to keep in college.”

I mumbled something else into my pillow and she laughed harder.

“Don’t you have a date or something?” I pulled my face out of the pillow.

“Oh, right, ” she grinned, “Not that I need much getting ready,” she winked at me as she hopped up to hit her closet.

I just rolled my eyes and grabbed my physics book again.

She looked back over her shoulder at me and snorted, “Looks like you’ve got another date with that book,” she pulled her sweater over her head and paused, “Or maybe you should just seduce your professor and get your A that way,” then she laughed at her own joke and chose her skin tight jeans to set off the skin tight sweater. Not very warm, I noted, but considering her date was little more than an excuse for sex, she wouldn’t need it.

I buried my nose in the book, trying to make it make sense as she finished her ministrations and headed out the door in a wave of perfume.

Seduce the professor, I snickered to myself, like that worked in real life. Though the thought of sex with this particular professor wasn’t unpleasant at all. I grabbed my class notes hoping they’d help and papers spilled out. I cursed, and reached to pick them all up. The class syllabus caught my eye. I found my eyes skimming down to the office hours section. Hmmm… he’d be there for anther 30 minutes. My mind suddenly raced and I wondered if it would be possible to seduce him. Even if I couldn’t, I could at least get some extra help. Glancing down at my ratty sweats, I sprang to my closet for a quick outfit. I started with a sexy bra and panties set my roommate had talked me into getting while we were shopping one day. The bra framed my 34 B’s perfectly and the thong was surprisingly comfortable. I added a long flowing peasant skirt, thinking I didn’t want to scream “I’m here to seduce you!” with something short and sweet. I topped it off with an oversized button up v-neck sweater, which would slip and slide and nicely “accidentally” show off flesh. I threw my feet into a pair of slip on shoes, grabbed my books and purse, and raced over to the office.

I was almost too late! Even with 20 minutes left, he was closing the door right t as I got there.

“Professor!” I burst out, screeching to a halt, “I’m not too late for help, am I?” I looked at him pleadingly, clutching my books and notes to my çankaya escort chest.

He signed and checked his watch, “Technically, no, but I was about to get dinner. I’ve been here all afternoon and forgot to eat lunch,” he ran a hand through his thick black hair, momentarily distracting me.

I talked fast, “I really need help for this next test. I’m totally not getting the material! Look, I’ll buy you dinner, how’s that? My parents just sent me some money. We can order in here if you don’t want to be seen eating with a student,” I blushed, “The pizza place down the street does a great pizza and they deliver.”

He smiled at my outburst, “Actually, that’s where I was headed. I’ll call an order in while you set up at the table. Anything you don’t particularly like?” He opened the door to let me in again and glanced over his shoulder at the last.

I was so excited I dropped my books from my chest without thinking. The notebook caught on the sweater and dragged it down, exposing the silky bra beneath and a portion of breast as well. I blushed even harder as I yanked the sweater back up and blubbered an apology.

He laughed and pushed the door open, but I noted a touch of red no his cheeks.

Twenty minutes later, we were spread out on the table in his office. No, not like that! Not yet, anyways…. But, we had papers and books spread out studying when the pizza arrived. I grabbed my purse to pay, but he’d already put it on his credit card when he placed the order! I protested as he handed me a napkin with a heavenly slice of pizza.

“It’s not that much of a stretch of my teacher’s salary to upgrade my pizza for the night,” he took a slice for himself and we settled back down at the table.

“mmmmm….” I breathed as I bit into the pizza, I savored the flavor as I slowly chewed and swallowed, “I swear, this pizza is better than sex!” I went to take another bite and realized what I’d said and covered my blushing cheeks with a huge bite of the pizza.

He, in the meantime, choked on his sip of soda and tried to cover it with a laugh, “I’d never consider any food better than sex,” he retorted finally, helping himself to a second slice.

I had to laugh at that, “My sister’s a chef and she has this cake recipe called ‘Better than Sex Cake,'” I told him with a laugh, “She keeps threatening to make it for a family get together just to watch our mom’s face.”

He did really laugh at that, “I’ve actually had that cake,” he admitted, “But I still wouldn’t call it better than sex.”

“From my experience, food is better,” I said firmly, then blushed, “Sorry, I shouldn’t be carrying on this topic with my professor. My only excuse is my roommate off on her ‘date.'” I used the çayyolu escort quotation marks around the word.

“Ah, one of THOSE,” he nodded, “My college years aren’t’ that far behind me, I remember those!”

“I seem to keep a date with my textbooks more often than not,” I shook my head, “Which is what leads me here tonight. I’m just not getting this.”

“That’s why I’m here, to help,” he wiped greasy fingers on a napkin, “Though if you want help with the date or sex bit, I’m afraid that’s not on my job description,” he teased.

“They need new descriptions,” I shot back, ignoring the part of my body that protested disappointment.

“That would have definite advantages and disadvantages,” he chuckled, pulling my notes towards him again.

As I leaned forward to look over his arm, my eyes wandered further down the page than they should have to see a definite bulge in his pants. I pushed my luck a little.

“What, like promises of A’s for sex? Hell, I’d take that offer some days!” I put a teasing tone in my voice and laughed.

“Yeah, that’d be a disadvantage,” he chuckled, “But hot pussy anytime I wanted? I could deal with that!”

I punched him, “Male chauvinist! Is that why you’re a professor? To look at hot girls all day?”

He snorted, “Oh, yeah, blue balls are my idea of a good time. Seriously, I really enjoy my subject and teaching it to others,” he paused and glanced at my chest, “But the view doest’ hurt as a perk.”

I looked down to realize the top button had come undone, merrily displaying a large amount of cleavage. I quickly reached to button it and was shocked when his hands closed around mine.

“I know it’s not conductive to studying, but I do like the view,” he murmured, reaching one finger to trace the visible flesh.

I shivered at his touch, “Professor, this wasn’t my intention tonight. Not that I’m complaining but-“

He interrupted me with a finger to my lips, “You don’t need to offer sex to get an A,” he told me firmly, “You’re one of the hardest working students in my class. But if you want to offer sex just because you want it, it’ll make classes a lot easier to get through. At least, on my side it will.”

In answer, I licked his finger, and then sucked it into my mouth to nibble and suckle. His eyes went wide in surprise and the hand that was teasing my visible flesh quickly moved to undoing the rest of the buttons. He pulled his finger out of my mouth and used it to grip the back of my head to pull me to him for a kiss. Mouths and tongues met in a frenzy, touching and stroking each other as he slipped my sweater off and reached around to undo my bra. I took advantage to start unbuttoning his shirt, stroking my hands down his ankara escort chest to his waistband. He brought his hands back around to cup my breasts and I moaned at his touch on my bare skin. I began to work on his pants as he stroked his thumbs across my stiff and aching nipples. As I found his hard cock, he pulled his head from my mouth to begin licking and suckling my nipples. I groaned and gripped him harder, beginning to stroke up and down in time to his licks.

He finally raised his eyes to meet mine, filled with lust. He looked over his shoulder and then grinned, “I’ve always wanted to do this.”

Before I could ask what, he had stripped off our remaining clothes and was backing me up to his desk. OH! Sex on his teacher’s desk! The thought thrilled me to be the naughty student getting taken on the teacher’s desk.

Giving me one more lingering kiss, he pushed me facedown on the desk, spreading my legs to begin stroking my soaking slit. I hissed and moved, then realized the rough wood of the desk scraped oh so delightfully across my nipples and if I positioned my clit just so on the edge of the desk… I began to need more air sucked in as the pleasure began to build.

“I want you,” I gasped out, looked over my shoulder at him, “Please?”

He stroked his length with one hand and me with the other. Have I mentioned before what an excellent cock it was? I drooled staring at it, waiting for it to fill me completely.

Smiling at me, he rubbed the head along my slit. I gripped the edge of the desk with my hands and pushed back at him.

“Naughty student!” he teased and lightly spanked me, “Let me do the teaching here.”

I wriggled against the desk, finding myself delighted with this, “Please? Please take me?” I begged, trying not to push myself against the hot rod teasing my entrance.

Without warning, he slammed into me, “Like that?” he purred in my ear. “More!” I gasped, “Please, more!”

“You’ll get what you deserve,” he growled, pulling back.

Then he was sliding in and out of me so wonderfully, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me as wide open as possible to his lust. Our lust, I should say, as I was enjoying every second of the sliding pleasure of flesh on flesh. My nipples scraped the rough wood of the desk, my clit pressing into the edge, until I suddenly exploded without warning. Wave after seemingly endless wave pounded through my body, growing stronger and stronger as my professor (my professor!!) pounded his hard cock into me. His cock pushed deeper and deeper, harder and harder, causing my climax to begin again every time I thought it had ended. Then he suddenly slammed into me as deeply as possible and I felt his release.

It seemed like an eternity before he pulled off of me. I rolled over to one hip to look up at him through a haze of passion.

“So, did I earn that A?” I asked, trying for a saucy tone.

He reached up to tweak my still pert nipples, “And then some,” he smiled, and began to massage them, “Interested in upgrading to an A plus?”

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