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— This is a story of Gail and Lucinda —

Gail, a recent widow, is a mature woman of seventy plus years; she has recently retired from her job at the college’s library. Lucinda was Gail’s student assistant when she attended college and is still working as the acquisitions librarian for the same college. They have remained in touch since Gail’s retirement and have grown closer since Gail’s husband’s death.

Initially, it was straightforward, as Lucinda would do a weekly check in with Gail, to see how she was doing. She asked about Gail’s children: Kurt, the dancer, was in his late thirties; daughter Erica, was married with a new baby and lived about a hundred miles away.

— Gail —

Gail was spending considerable time with her daughter, granddaughter and son-in-law. All of this activity made it easier to deal with her loss. Also, her son was home from his dancing job aboard a cruise ship; but living with Mom was difficult for him as his lifelong partner, Jake was still in Syracuse.

Although he loved his mother very much, Kurt was spending more time Skyping with his partner. Gail has been at her daughter’s for over two weeks, and although Erica was happy to see her, after a while her mother’s presence had become a strain on her marriage. Erica’s husband, John, had a falling out with Gail. The more time he spent with her, the more uncomfortable he became. Gail was able to sense that something was off, and excused herself and headed home.

She had not informed Kurt that she was on her way. It was dark by the time she pulled into her driveway in Northampton. She left her car in the driveway as Kurt’s VW was in the garage. As it was late, and she did not want to disturb Kurt. She knew of his habit of late night Zoom or Skype meetings with his friends; and for the most part she respected his privacy.

Her bedroom was in a separate part of the house, so she was able to undress and get into her nightgown without disturbing her son. However, she did want to alert him that she was home so he wouldn’t be startled in the morning. Barefoot, she walked down the hall to her son’s room. She could hear Kurt’s voice, but not any responses. She assumed he had his headphones on.

There was a sliver of light emanating from his room, that is to say that he didn’t expect the need for complete privacy, so his door was not shut completely. Feeling somewhat the spy, Gail peeked into his room as she did when he was a little child. Reminding herself that he was, in fact, a young man and she didn’t have to worry about him dying in his sleep.

She could see the back of his head and the screen he was looking at. He was laughing at something, but she could not hear. A young man she recognized as his partner, Jake, was dancing on the screen. He was completely naked and totally aroused.

Gail backed away from the door quietly, embarrassed of what she had seen. She was not unaware of her son’s sexuality, but she had never seen such a blatant display of homo-erotic behavior. Somewhat shocked, but more tired than anything, Gail had forgotten her reason for going to Kurt’s room. Exhausted, she returned to her bedroom and promptly fell asleep.

After a very deep sleep, she awoke to the sound of Kurt’s voice singing in the kitchen and the smells of the breakfast he was cooking. Getting out of bed barely awake, she stumbled off to the bathroom. After finishing up in the bathroom, she threw a white robe over her nightgown, stuck her feet into her warm slippers, and shuffled off towards the kitchen.

Kirk didn’t seem particularly surprised to see her. He ran up to her and took an unaffected pleasure in saying, “How are you, Mom? I didn’t know you were coming home last night. It’s good to see you. How’s Erika? Oh, and the baby and John?” added in an embarrassed afterthought.

Gail welcomed his affectionate, enthusiastic embrace; despite, or maybe, because he was still sweaty from his early morning exercise. Kurt was wearing the same non-descriptive grey gym shorts and ragged T-shirt he always wore at home for workouts. He would go through another series later in the day so, typically, did not shower until supper time.

This was a routine his mother was familiar with, from years of watching him progress as a dancer. He insisted on creating a baseline of general fitness before he practiced dance specific moves. As a result, his body was tightly muscled and lean; yet, without any hint of scrawniness, he exuded vigor and cheerfulness. Gail loved everything about him; in her eyes he had no flaws. No vice, no physical or moral imperfections. She wished the same thing were true of herself.

— Lucinda —

Darryl had already left the bed by the time Lucinda had been awakened by the morning light pouring through the farmhouse window; she shivered under the covers all alone. The morning wind rattled the old windows of the three hundred year old building.

The condition of the old farmhouse contrasted the automation of the milking barn. Daryl’s and Lucinda’s tekirdağ escort cows lived in a much more modern structure than their owners did. The automation was supposed to be labor saving and it was, but the labor saved was that of hired hands they no longer needed.

Daryl still had to work a very long day; and although he looked great, a handsome man in his mid-50s, the life of hard physical labor had taken its toll. He still stood straight and walked briskly on his artificial knees; his back was showing signs of osteoporosis, basically all his joints were worn out; in addition, he had digestive issues.

Lucinda also had health challenges. Weird headaches misdiagnosed for years until finally a brain tumor was discovered. After a delicate operation and much worry, it was discovered that the tumor was not cancerous.

Lucinda sat up in bed and surveyed the window, planning what she was going to wear to do her chores, the two hours of chores on the farm before she headed off to work at the college. She decided on an old pair of jeans and flannel shirt which she donned after she removed her flannel nightgown. No bra or panties now; she put those on when she got dressed for work. Lucinda pulled on a pair of rough, old woolen socks that overlap her jeans over, then pulled on her muck boots and was ready for her chores.

Still comparatively vigorous in her late 50s, she walked with kind of a purposeful swagger in her farm boots. Breakfast would be a large bowl oatmeal with some fruit slices. No coffee, her only beverage would be a glass of water about an hour after breakfast.

Usually, the farm contained members of her extended family. At least one daughter and her husband would be around along with their young children, but Maisie and her husband were on vacation; so, Daryl and Lucinda had the farmhouse to themselves. Their other daughter, Justina, had recently gotten a nursing job in a hospital too far away from the farm to commute. Justina now had an apartment near Boston

Lucinda missed having the extended family around, but as she told co-workers at the library, now Darryl can walk around his boxer shorts. They are both, each other’s best friend, an easy familiarity borne of a long relationship.

— Lucinda calls Gail —

Lucinda had finished her farm chores. She hosed off her boots on the concrete pad by back stairs to the farmhouse. As she entered the kitchen, she kicked them off and padded up the worn wooden stairs to the bedroom. Once inside, she left the door open. Even with family in the house, she was not overly modest. Although definitely not an exhibitionist, she regarded the human body matter of factly.

Lucinda sat on the bed to remove her wool socks. Then she stretched to peel off the flannel shirt which she tossed toward the corner of the bedroom; her dirty jeans quickly followed.

Just for an instant, she studied her nude form in the full length mirror that hung on the closet door. She thought her ass had gotten thicker, now that she spent more time sitting at her college job; but overall, she was fairly fit because of the routine work she did every day on the farm. Buckets to be carried and emptied; stalls to be mucked out. Even in the 21st century, there was a significant amount of physical labor on a modern dairy farm.

Her farm clothes were afforded no special care, but her work clothes were kept neat and clean. For the first time today, she would don underwear. Unlike her careless choices for chore clothing, for work, she dressed carefully from the skin out.

She had no use for scents or body creams, but loved the feel of high quality undergarments next to her skin. Her panties were bikini style with lace edges and a purple floral pattern. Her still firm and larger than average breasts, she supported with a custom brassiere from a specialty shop in Northampton. To keep warm in her drafty office, she next donned patterned leggings, then a plain purple silk blouse. She covered the leggings with a below the knee denim skirt. Over her blouse, a brown wool vest. Finally, a pair of blood red cowboy boots.

She grabbed a set of car keys from the key rack by the back door. The extended family shared all the rides on the farm yard. Today, she was driving the 2011 Nissan Sentra.

Extremely social, Lucinda was on numerous committees and other groups. A good deal of her day was occupied with meetings; keeping track of THE family business and other family business and her numerous social entanglements.

Today, she gave priority to calling Gail, as it had been over a week since they had talked. Normally, they would at least touch base twice a week; but Lucinda knew Gail would be at her daughter’s place and be plenty busy with her new grandchild.

Today, it just seemed that it was time. They always had a fairly close, but not really intimate, relationship. With the passing of Wolfie, Gail’s nickname for her recently deceased husband, there was an empty spot tekirdağ escort bayan in Gail’s soul that Lucinda, not the most empathetic of people, could easily discern.

Since Lucinda assumed Gail was still at her daughter’s, she texted her rather than calling her home phone. She was surprised to get a prompt reply informing her that Gail was no longer at her daughter’s.

She would love to hear from Lucinda… but could we PLEASE TALK?

So Lucinda agreed to call during her lunch break. Now Lucinda normally did not take a classic lunch break. Often, she ate at her desk and continued to answer the phone and field questions from colleagues. When she needed some measure of privacy, she would repair to a stairwell in the library and conduct family or personal business on her cell phone.

She took an old scarf with her, so she could sit on the stairs to talk to Gail. The stairs were pretty private; almost everyone in the library, except the stacks supervisor, used the elevator.

“Hey Gail, how is it going?”

“I’m okay, Lucinda… what’s up?”

“Oh, nothing much; I just realized we hadn’t talked in a while.”

“Well you know… I have been at Erica’s.”

“Well, I knew that, and that’s why I haven’t called. I thought you’d have your time full with your granddaughter, Erica, and John.”

“Well, Erica and Clarissa were great. I don’t think John was happy with my staying as long as I did.”

Lucinda replied surprised, “Oh?!!”

“Yeah, after three days he was pretty grumpy; he never said anything and was always polite; but you could tell he was uncomfortable with his mother-in-law under foot.”

“Aaaah, that really is too bad; you probably would have preferred to stay there longer.”

“Well, what’s done is done. I’d really rather talk about something else,” sighed Gail. “How is Darryl doing?”

Lucinda answered, “he was asleep when I went to bed last night, and was up before I was this morning. I see him a little bit in the mornings when I’m doing my chores; but he’s busy with his, so we don’t talk too much, except in passing. Then I leave for work and I’m busy there through to supper. We talk a little bit at supper time, I think his back is really killing him; but it’s hard to say, he doesn’t complain.”

Gail added, “Well at least you have a man to sleep with at night.”

Lucinda declared, “Gail! We are too tired at the end of the day to do anything!”

Gail retreated, “That is not what I meant. I just can’t get used to sleeping alone after going to bed with Wolf for many years.”

“I guess I can relate to that a little; it always feels weird sleeping alone when I have to go on a trip for the Dairy Association, and Darryl has to stay home with the cows.”

Gail exclaimed, “Lucinda! I think I just realized why John, Erica’s husband, was so uncomfortable with me around.”

Lucinda asked, “Yes?”

“He thinks I was flirting with him!”

“Gail… no!” a shocked Lucinda replied.

Gail hesitated, “I did not intend to… but, maybe I did… or at least, he thought I did.”

“I’m confused. Did you flirt with your son-in-law?”

“He was so nice to me those first few days that I stayed with them. He did all the work of settling me into my room; going out and getting the necessary items that I had forgotten to pack. Even going out of his way to buy the tea that he had found out I preferred,” explained Gail.

She continued, “So on the third or fourth day after my arrival and many little kindnesses, I was alone with him while Erica was putting the baby down for her nap. I took his hand in mine, looked into his eyes, and thanked him for his kindness. And said if there was anything I could do for him, he just had to ask… anything… I MAY have winked or fluttered my eyelashes when I said ‘anything’.”

Even over the phone, Gail blushed slightly as she said ‘anything’ to her close friend.

The conversation was ended by Lucinda soon after Gail’s embarrassing revelation. They promised each other the next time they meet it would be over lunch.

— Gail —

Gail was still blushing when she put down the phone after her talk with Lucinda. Why did she blurt out that she flirted with Johnny? And had she really? Or, is she just going with her son-in-law’s interpretation? “Fuck,” she thought to herself, “not the first time your mouth out paced your brain and got you into trouble.

“One thing about reaching seventy, you have few illusions about your personality and behavior. You are you, let the world deal with it; but, perhaps, best to conceal some things from some people.”

— Lucinda —

Lucinda lived a blessedly compartmentalized life. Since her duty call to Gail, she uninterruptedly focused on work. She now supervised three full time employees and several student assistants. The book budget had shrunk dramatically over the last few years, but the money spent on electronic resources was astronomical.

The positive side was escort tekirdağ that almost all of her work could be done remotely; Lucinda showed up at her office every other day, but a few hours assigning work to the students sufficed. Once her regular staff had more experience, even that could be eliminated, as they could handle the supervision of the students.

So most days found Lucinda, after her early morning farm chores, ensconced in her home office on her college supplied laptop conducting library business. From the home office window she could see the goats cavorting and could react to reports of errant livestock simply by putting on her muck boots, having ditched her cowboy boots. Even though she largely worked from home nowadays, Lucinda still ‘dressed for work’.

— Gail —

Gail did not have to worry about dressing for work, but it was afternoon and she was still in her nightgown and robe. Her late breakfast with Kurt was filling, but as a creature of habit, she preferred three meals at the traditional times. She still had not decided if she needed a shower before lunch. To settle her mind after her self-revelation to Lucinda, she did decide that reading another chapter of her current novel was the prelude to making that decision. After dozing off twice on one short chapter, the shower was the winner of the competition.

Kurt was off on a run so she was naked as she walked to the only shower in the house. Master suites with adjoining baths were a rare luxury when she and Wolf built the house in the mid-1970s. Wolf thought the idea a silly extravagance. Gail did not follow Wolf’s lead in all things, but she respected his financial expertise; after all, he was a banker.

Gail, naturally, had a no nonsense attitude towards many aspects of her life. Showers were simply a practical way of getting clean. She did not waste a second on the shower, and was soon on her way back to their, no sadly, to her bedroom. Still nude, she finished drying her body in her bedroom with the door closed, a holdover when the children were in the house.

With only Kurt at home, she was tempted to discard that habit. Curiously, she was more modest around her daughter, Erica, than her son. Gail had never analyzed that before… it just was fact.

— Gail and Lucinda —

Their long acquaintanceship evolved slowly over the next few weeks. Lucinda would always be the one to initiate the call. They would share news of their families, their activities, and their hobbies.

As the weather improved, Gail was spending a lot of her time outdoors gardening. As the season progressed, she took on an outdoor task that had been Wolf’s domain…mowing the lawn. Their property was large enough that Wolf had bought a riding lawn mower. Although it was at least a decade old, it still ran well, and Gail quickly learned how to use it. All the gardening work she did in the morning, showering before noon, and after lunch was often spent reading.

Unlike Gail, Lucinda loved the indulgence of a long soak in her old claw foot tub. She would stay in there until the water became too cool for comfort. Her meals were more practical; and while she loved cooking, her dishes were traditional American fare; meat and potatoes, although with a greater variety of vegetables.

She had lied to Gail about her sex life to protect Gail’s feelings. She and Darryl had sex far more than she admitted. Not the nightly couplings of their younger newlywed days, but still something she definitely needed regularly. Lucinda’s and Daryl’s sex life was evolving; Lucinda was, now, almost always the initiator. It was the female equivalent of slam, bam, thank you ma’am. She would efficiently arouse Daryl manually, then quickly mount him as she was always wet and ready. She could come spectacularly after riding him for a few minutes. Once she was done, she lost all interest, so Daryl was left left to finish himself off.

— Kurt —

Kurt enjoyed having meals with his mother. He had left his partner in Syracuse so that Mom would not be alone in the house after his father’s death. Truth be told, he rather enjoyed her company. Her wit tended to sarcasm; but he rather enjoyed her acerbic sense of humor. They could joke about all aspects of life, and neither would take offense.

And one side of him just enjoyed her as female company… a glimpse of the other. He loved his partner; but exposure to only male attitudes, however varied, felt sterile. His mother could be earthy, but rarely crude or profane. Males can deliver overdoses of crudeness, profanity, and down right lewdness; not that he had any problem with being lewd… but moderation in all things.

Nevertheless, he was missing the closeness with his partner. Also obviously, Jake, although he wished Kurt well with his mother, really missed his love. Their daily video calls helped; but it was not physical closeness. Kurt knows his mother respects his choices. She always was the strongest supporter of his love of dance and she cajoled his father into supporting him, also. They had a very open relationship and it was his mother to whom he confided his first inclinations to same sex attraction.

Kurt inhaled deeply instantly wrinkling his nose, thinking, “Boy, am I ripe… overdue for a shower. Mom was in her room reading or maybe dozing off.”

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Eduardo gazed at her through the throng of partygoers; at La Inglésa; the woman with a nervy, sparky energy; she who did not seem to age or did so gracefully; beautifully; she who took care of herself; she whom no one could accuse of being withdrawn; someone who did not mix with the locals and stayed within the confines of the resort.

She was often to be seen talking demonstratively, in deep earnest, with local traders, arguing over the price of some goods and doing that in Spanish; not giving them scope to fleece her like they tried it on with others, of any nationality, who stopped at their stalls, be they for perishable goods of fruit and vegetables or hand-crafted items of little value, but serving as a memento of their times here.

The days were tough, just as they were in the early years when she and her husband, Martin, had been one of the first couples to buy a plot and to decide on the style of their hacienda on the hill. It would overlook the soon to be completed golf course. The sea and a private foreshore lay beyond it. Early faith in the place had been amply rewarded, just as he and the family had been for the risks that they had all taken.

The troubles in the EU had not touched them as they had in his country.

He took delight in the svelte woman, to be seen again now, and remembered how earlier in the day he had caught sight of her in the small shopping mall. Then, this captivating woman had worn cropped crimson slacks, showing off her slender legs and calves, the mute colour of her nail varnish as she stepped lightly over the marbled floor in sandals, the straps neatly fastened at the ankle. He had liked her auburn hair, the bindings to pleat it loosely to just below slender shoulders. He had taken delight in her still shapely body, clothed in a halter necked blouse that flattered her. He saw how some men had paused and turned just to follow her progress.

He had been one of them and he did so again now.

The Muñeca Ball was a date in the diary that no one could pass by. The clubhouse was adorned by puppets local children had crudely fashioned to raise funds for charitable works, their families and their community. It was the season’s highlight in the sweltering days of August. She gave no sign of being bothered by that.

Until he drew close, and asked her to dance, she had been unaware of his continued interest in her. For this woman he would play it slow and draw no one’s attention to them, save to be seen enjoying the times that she might agree to dance with him. He had seen her to be free, her escort preoccupied by another and she unclaimed by other male guests. So, he had chosen to approach her.

Once the music had set the mood they had simply danced on, uninhibitedly, and with eyes only for each other.

‘Otra vez, señora?’

Eduardo asked it in smiling and teasing politeness, his questioning look upon her securing what he sought; to hold her and to see the freckles on her skin. He loved the dusting of colour upon her body that was open to his gaze and anyone else who might look at the woman he held; she who was clothed in an off-the-shoulder muted orange midi dress, the fabric adorned with an exotic floral print. She was a woman who captivated him so, like a besotted young man. He had been that, once, when they had first met and he had known it even then, that she was beyond his reach. But the twenty or so years, that had passed, changed them.

His desire for her, he knew as he danced with La Inglésa, had not. The soft lines on her cheeks, as she smiled so engagingly, her vitality, her evident poise and now, her soft laughter, did nothing to diminish that feeling in him.

‘Porque no?’ she replied on taking hold of the hand that he again held out to her. ‘We go well together, it seems.’

‘And no one else is asking to take you away,’ he whispered, as if they shared in a confidence, feeling heady from Linda’s scent, ‘and that is a surprise to me. I am a lucky man…Linda.’

It was an only too appropriate name for the attractive woman that he now held and sought to flatter. His embrace upon Linda tightened but he felt the gentlest of moves, to resist it.

‘Behave, Eduardo. Try to do that for me?’ she laughed engagingly, all the while meeting his admiring gaze upon her, knowing of the man’s reputation only too well.

She felt like the cat on a hot tin roof; felt an uncommon and nervy excitement now and to be held in his arms as he twirled and swayed her; as they stepped effortlessly across the dance floor and avoided any clumsiness or bumps into others. He danced assuredly or moved in a sensual rhythm, with her in his arms, just as the music demanded of him.

‘You make me think and feel of so much else, Linda.’

‘Then we’ll have to dance that all away,,won’t we?’ she smiled knowingly.

She caught Martin’s eye as he danced not so far from her. ‘Me next?’ he mouthed. Linda nodded her agreement, all the while feeling her dance partner’s attention upon her.

At times the music silenced şırnak escort them, prevented conversation of any kind and so they communicated in the dance; through their steps and their holds; their closeness and then their separations. And then, she would feel his arm about her waist as she was again drawn close to him. It was then that she felt an uncommon urge to respond, to forget that she was a respectable married woman, and yet someone who could succumb to his charms and undisguised attraction to her. Why Eduardo continued in his pursuit of her she did not fully understand.

‘You are a good partner, Linda…you respond as I want you to. Tienes ritmo y belleza…’

‘Calma te,’ she said, giving his hand a fierce squeeze. ‘Stop your flirting and flattery, or I’ll stop dancing with you…I really will.’

‘Perhaps you really will,’ he smiled. ‘I admit it…you are a wonder to me, Linda. Even your name says it all…beautiful.’

She took to wondering, as they danced, from whom and how many he had seduced favours or who had finally succumbed to his charms, to the raw physicality of the man. Being feckless was not a part of her nature, but to be dismissive of his charms she could not be so easily persuaded of, even if she was a little tipsy and relied on him to keep her steady as they moved over the dance floor. He led her so well, and engaged her so truthfully, that she wondered why she should let go of his hand whenever the music stopped.

It did now.

‘Gracias,’ she smiled and eased out of his hold upon her.

‘Let me be with you?’ he asked. ‘Me encantas, Linda,’ Eduardo murmured as they still stood close, his look upon her only too admiring and purposeful. ‘You charm me…you have done that for so long.’

Linda felt his breath upon her as Eduardo’s touch moved slowly and his fingers lightly traced the line of her backbone in a slow caress to enervated skin.

‘I know,’ she told him, again in Spanish. ‘But no…we have danced together, and I’ve loved every moment of it. Let that be enough.’

Linda left his side with only a soft smile on her lips and a word of thanks to reward him for being so attentive in his dancing with her. She knew it was scant recompense for her rejection of him, the denial of something more from her.

The man wouldn’t have known that Martin had been called away early, on business matters that were of some concern to both of them and that she was to be alone for two or three days after he had gone. It would be time enough for him to pursue his suit if she had given Eduardo the slightest encouragement in the replies that she had given. It would have been all too easy to respond to his touches upon her through the dress she had chosen to wear and that flattered her; she, a woman of fifty or so.

Their place in the sun energised them and made her feel so alive. It transformed her husband. Being here eased away the cares of a city trader’s job that claimed all of Martin’s time and kept him from her side when she wished him to be there, in the noisy mayhem of a desirable London suburb. It was then that she wondered about the uncertainties of their lives.

Now, as she glanced about the dance floor for Martin, she was unsettled that the feeling had been there all evening; that Eduardo’s attention upon her offered a blesséd relief from these debilitating thoughts and concerns that known ways of living out her life might be brought crashing down, both here and at home.

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‘I don’t need this, not now,’ Linda grumbled.

She had heard the car draw up outside and rose from the sun-lounger by the pool and went into the house. She soon walked nimbly, in her bare feet, across the cool floor of the living room, with no great hopes that it was of any importance for a visitor to be there.

She gasped in surprise; felt suddenly uncertain of her feelings.

Eduardo was seen to stride towards the house, dodging the lazy spray of the sprinklers fed from the water tanks that held captured rainwater off the roof. He walked in that lazy way of his that had her staring at him for longer than it was perhaps wise. The darkly handsome man, in his lightweight suit and sky blue, open-necked shirt, was agile yet strongly built for one so tall. He carried a brown leather-covered notebook, checking his phone for messages and thrusting it away on seeing that there were none.

What was he doing here, unannounced?

‘Hola…Linda?’ she heard Eduardo call out in that engaging way of his that weakened her resolve; dispelled the words from her mind that she might use to dismiss him.

She heard his voice through the small side window set into the roughly plastered, dazzlingly white wall by the front door. It had been left open to catch what little breeze there was off the sea.

‘Si?’ she laughed, glancing at him.

The closeness of the weather had made it impossible for her to be outside for long, or to stay out of the pool. Yet the man exuded calm assurance; an şırnak escort bayan unperturbed sense of style that she could not share. She tanned slowly for a fair-skinned woman, with few opportunities to indulge herself, naturally, when at home.

Linda wavered, wondering if she should open the door to him and all that the gesture might mean; how the man would interpret it, or chose to believe whatever she might say.

Linda grabbed at a lightweight golf-jacket to cover what she was wearing; nothing more than bikini briefs and a wispy see-through top over her bikini bra. Only the faintest of their outlines were still to be seen upon her skin.

She decided on it. The door was now opened to him.

‘I…I wanted to see you…have these papers for you to…’ he began but faltered on seeing them. Two suitcases had been placed against the wall and the house seemed uncommonly tidy. It smelt fresh and attended to. Looking about him, Eduardo understood only too quickly. ‘When…when do you go?’

‘Tonight; at eight o’clock. The taxi collects me two hours before…’

‘No! So soon…I wish I had known,’ he said drawing closer still.

Eduardo had seen Linda brush away stray strands of her hair and how this simple, yet graceful, act had revealed the swell of the woman’s delightful breasts through the thin veil of her blouse.

Linda nodded, heard from his tone what her news really meant for him…perhaps for them.

She heard him sigh.

‘I know. It’s all come as a shock to me…what Martin had to tell me over these past few days, before he went back. There’s so much to deal with…and to worry about…especially keeping hold of this place.’

‘Whatever it is, we’ll fix it…come to an arrangement,’ Eduardo said, seeking to reassure her. ‘Your presence, you staying here in the resort matters to me, Linda, more than ever.’

‘Don’t…don’t start that all over again!’ she flared, even as her heart beats furiously on hearing him speak out his feelings for her once more. To look at this man, and to know of his seducing ways, made her uncertain of everything…everything that passed for self-control. ‘You’d better go,’ she said intent on going to the door and getting him to understand what was to happen; that he should leave. ‘Arrangements will have to be made for this place…to sell it. You’re good at that, or so I hear.’

He seemed not to take in what he had been told.

Instead, Eduardo put his notepad on a chair set against the wall, under an ornate mirror that decorated the hallway. He stepped lightly towards her.

‘Sell this place, your home here?’ he now said in evident dismay. ‘No. I’ll never do that! We will help you…I will help you with this problem. We…the company…we shall continue renting it out for you, just as before!’

Hesitantly, Linda made to move away from him…but where could she go?

Only…only she stopped…when…when…she felt Eduardo’s restraining touch to her hip, the lightest touch of his fingers as he brushed skin exposed to his sight as she moved. Then Linda felt his arms about her waist and, impulsively, she clenched them…held them to her…her sighed response encouraging his continuing, wondering, touches under the flimsiest of coverings and onto the gentle swell of her bikini briefs. He pinched her there, lightly; Eduardo then pushed his fingers under the fabric to caress all that lay beneath it; his touches were slow but only too deliberate.

‘You cannot leave this place…you know that you can’t.’

‘Don’t…don’t, Eduardo…this is crazy,’ she groaned. All the while his fingers touched and caressed.

‘We’ll work something out…Linda. We can…we will…just the two of us…won’t we? It is up to us to find a way through the problems…and we find it together.’

‘Oh…oh don’t…don’t…this will lead us nowhere,’ Linda whispered, yet deeply in thrall on feeling his breath and lips to her skin; the soft kisses to her throat and the continued questing, beguiling touch of his fingers. They were easing away any remaining resolve to deny to him what Eduardo so purposefully sought of her now.

‘I want you…like no one else before, Linda,’ he murmured. ‘How could you go away and not tell me the reasons why?’

Linda shuddered. His touches had suddenly been lost.

She felt him shrug off his jacket, heard him kick off his shoes and felt the touch of his feet against hers, skin on skin, as they stood so very close; warm breaths on their lips…the absence of a touch…thoughts alone possessing them…a preamble to all that would follow.

‘You want scrawny old me?’ she laughed, in dismissal of what he had confessed to her, unprompted. ‘I’m not like the others…’

‘What are they to me when I am here with you?’

‘And you’ll soon think the same of me…’

‘I’ll never do that…no!’ Eduardo grabbed her arm as she sought to break free of him.

Roughly, he drew her to him and silenced Linda with the urgent press escort şırnak of his mouth to her lips, forcing his tongue between them until she gasped. She drew away from him only to be drawn into Eduardo’s embrace once more, all the while knowing that her resolve was slowly ebbing away.

‘What can I mean to you?’

‘Everything…you mean everything to me!’ His hands gently pressed her belly, stroked her again there in the lightest of touches even as she met his look. ‘Now…let me show you? You enchant me…but…but I think you have known that for some time.’

‘Yes…I’ve gathered that,’ she laughed teasing him.

And yet, Linda flung her arms about his neck and responded wildly, noisily, lustily to his continuing caresses upon her, every soft moan of concession silenced by his kisses; the flicker of his tongue met by sucks upon it, every slip and slide of her lips upon it drawing him deeper.

‘How I have longed to know this of you…Linda…mi Linda.’

She knew it too.

She would forget everything for tumultuous moments to be spent in the man’s arms; look upon them as a pleasurable diversion. She would park her guilt until she could confront it, but away from this place; keep their exchanges brief and her words only too simple yet purposeful.

‘Where…where do we go…take me there?’

Linda pulled on his hands.

‘It’s unmade…but the bed.’ Turning away, she heard the soft rustle of clothes as Eduardo undressed and she did the same.

‘In a moment,’ Eduardo murmured, keeping Linda from turning to face him once more. ‘Know this…now this…and this.’

His fingers had touched and pushed, entered and moved slowly. Lingering for only a moment, they were crooked as they were withdrawn in a slow tantalising slip from within her, only…only for these wondering touches to be repeated.

Linda shuddered, clamped her hands on his arms to slow his movements. ‘Don’t, Eduardo…oh, don’t…or you’ll…you’ll…’

Her gasps became the moans of a drawn-out climax, silenced only by his deepening kisses that asserted his authority over her now. He renewed his embrace upon her; she leant against him and was encouraged to wrap her fingers with his, before a slow caress over her skin continued, their joint touches soon lingering at the moist edges of her clammy warmth where only he had been.

Linda trembled with the rush of continued longing. She sought to turn to him but Eduardo held her and maintained his touches upon her. Naked, and as if in a dance once more, they brushed and swayed against each other.

‘You are so desirable…I ache for you…know that of me, Linda. Como te quiero. How I want you.’

She had no need to hear any of the words being said.

Linda had loosened her hold on one hand and reached behind her. She felt the gorged swell of his penis and gasped. She realised the true meaning of the jokey words spoken out, by some of the women in the golf club, and used to describe the man and his supposed attributes; the words of women who, she could only suppose, had not known of him as she was to do now.

‘The pole’.

Linda touched it again before clamping her hand to him, only to lessen her grip before it was repeated. She heard Eduardo’s sharp intakes of breath as she performed this simple act upon him.

‘Do it for me?’

Linda turned to meet his hooded look; saw the wonder in his eyes as Eduardo took in her naked beauty. She met his touches and guided the man’s sucking kisses upon the languid skin of her breasts before Eduardo took her hands to him once more. He asked that she kiss and seek delight in what she looked down at.

Linda did so. She performed an act upon him, with her lips and tip of her tongue that she had thought never to indulge in with the man, and that Martin rarely sought of her. But, for Eduardo, she succumbed and soon did so wantonly and purposefully, only to hear him soon whisper that she should stop.

‘It is not for you…to do that,’ he soon told her. ‘I know that now.’ He led her to the bed and Linda held out her arms to him as she lay back. ‘No, Linda…not yet…not like that yet,’ he kissed before his fingers, that she had sucked upon, followed a slow path from her mouth down to the very place where she longed for him to be.

‘I’ve…I’ve found you at last…mi Linda,’ he smiled slowly on seeing her respond to his caresses.

‘Come to me!’ she called out, but he would not be distracted from his purpose.

Instead, bending down between her legs, Eduardo now kissed her flesh; moved his lips and mouth over her, up and down, side to side from hip to hip, offered slow sucking kisses over every part of her body, down over her thighs and calves; before fingers brushed to part her flesh; to enter and then linger…to move again in questing touches….to enter and linger once more in a slow and palpitating rhythm.

The man was paying homage to her…to her!

Linda gushed.

‘Come to me…take me!’ she cried out once more, clutching fiercely at Eduardo’s skin, all the while looking down at his trembling length…flesh that would plumb her…flesh that frightened her for all that it would bring to her…would do within her and that she now craved to know of.

‘Mi encanta…mi encanta…mi querida,’ Eduardo murmured on claiming her.

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50 Tom and Crystal’s Mom?!

This is part of an ongoing story over multiple Categories with common characters.

Crystal stuck the long black dildo into her mouth, swirled it around then moved it to her cunt.

“So, this Marcus,” she asked. “Big cock?” She slid the head of the dildo into her moist cunt, slowly pushed it in, deep, taking a slow deep breath as she did.

Man, this girl was fucking hot, I thought as I watched, stroking my hard cock. “Oh yeah baby, he’s big.”

“Biggest you ever had?” she said with a smile. “From what I’ve heard, you’ve had a lot.” She started to slide the dildo in and out of her hungry pussy and reached for Mr. Pink.

“Yep, the biggest,” I replied. “Biggest I’ve sucked and biggest up my ass.”

She turned on the vibrator and slid it onto her hard, wet, clit. “Oh yeah,” she said softly with a deep exhale. “Any chance I could meet Marcus?”

“Oh, for sure, he’d love you,” I would like that, it’s been awhile since I’d seen Marcus. Crystal started to moan. I smiled and looked her in the eyes.

“Can I fuck your mouth baby?”

“For a bit, then can you fuck my ass? I want to cum really hard. Oh shit.” Another deep breath,

Geez, can I fuck her ass?! This girl was insanely hot. I slid up onto the bed and rubbed my cock against her lips, she opened wide and I slid it into her wet mouth. I watched her as she raised up onto the pillow and buried the dildo deeper into her pussy. Moaning she reached up and began to stroke my balls.

In and out, deep inside her I went. Crystal could suck cock. It was a combo of knowing how to do it and wanting to do it. I remembered when Jason and I had spit roasted her; the girl loved having her holes filled and we loved filling them. I reached down from my knees, pushed the dildo deeper. She pulled my cock back in deeper. I fucked her face for bit.

“Oh, hell babe, fuck my ass!” she said as she pulled her mouth off my hard cock. “I’m close baby, I’m close.”

I knew she was, slid off the bed and onto my feet. I pushed her legs up, back, and away, grabbed the lube from my nightstand and lubed it up.

“Can I fuck your ass Crystal?” I asked, knowing the answer.

“Please babe, please!”

I slid the head of my aching cock onto her asshole, then pushed deep; deep and quick. I grabbed her ankles and held them tight, thrusting deeply in and out.

“Oh, fuck me Tom, fuck me!”

Mr. Pink was buzzing, the big back dildo was deep inside her tight pussy, I could feel it up against my cock as I pumped her ass. I pounded her and could feel my cum building. Except she came first.

“Oh Tom! Tom!” she screamed, her ass clamping down on my cock as best it could while I continued to fuck her. She started to shake with each spasm as she came hard; really hard. She dropped Mr. Pink and began to breath quicky, moaning as she did.

Now I wanted to cum. What I loved about Crystal is she loved cum. She loved the feel, the taste and loved it in any and all of her holes.

“Oh baby!” I yelled. I started to shoot a huge load: one, two, three, four large spurts and then a lot of small ones. Fuck it, I lost count.

“Oh yes Tom, give it to me!” she yelled. “It’s so hot babe, so fucking hot.”

I finally puled out, stumbled backward and into the chair; spent. We spent the next couple of minutes just breathing, neither of us saying a word. After a bit she said…

“Tom, it’s just getting better lover.”

I had to agree, it was. Crazy better.

We spent a few minutes in bed, talking, hell, she even wanted to cuddle. How could I say no? After a few the conversation took an odd turn. Yeah, odd…

“I told my Mom about you Tom,” she said matter of factly.

Uh oh. Where was this going?

“Oh yeah,” I said matter of factly.

“Yep, I did,” she replied. “Told he everything. How you’re a great fuck but also a good person. Fun to talk to.”

Great fuck? She told her Mom?

“What’d she say?” I asked out of curiosity.

“Oh, she said I was lucky and that she wants to fuck you,” Now it was her turn to say it matter of factly.

WTF?!

“She said what?” I asked.

“Oh, she said she wants to fuck you,” Again; matter of factly.

“She wants to fuck me?” I asked.

“Yep, she does. I think you’d like her,’ she replied.

Okay, this was weird on a lot of levels. She kept on.

“You’d like her. She’s really good looking, I mean 67 and all that, but knows her way around a man’s body.”

“Wait. What?”

“Oh yeah, when I lived at home, she’d bring these guys home and well, let’s say from what I heard…they had a great time.”

“Your Mom?”

“Oh yeah. She’s different than other Moms. I mean when she was seventeen, she went on the road with the Dead.”

“The Dead? The Grateful Dead?”

“Oh yeah, spent a few years following sinop escort them around. Had a great time. The stories she told me. And the sex? Let’s just say all the things I like; I come by it honesty.” She laughed. “So, what do you think?”

I didn’t know what to say. Fuck her Mom?

“Oh, if you do, it’s all good,” she said noticing how I wasn’t saying much. “I mean, I don’t care who you fuck as long as I can fuck you when I want to.”

Okay, now that sounded like Lori. I remembered she had said that to me before. I took a deep breath.

“How about if I meet your Mom first?” I asked. “I mean…”

Crystal laughed. “You mean fucking me and my Mom is a bit crazy? I’m thinking this hasn’t happened before, I mean fucking a Mon and daughter. But I bet you’d like it.”

Okay, what the fuck. “How about if we meet, just to see if she likes me.”

“Oh, you mean if she’s fuckable being 67and all,” she said with a laugh. “Okay, fine, sounds like a plan. I’ll talk to her and see what works for her. Now go in the bathroom and clean off your cock; I want to suck you off.”

I did and she did.

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

Ding! I got a text, and it was from Crystal. It had been a week since we had gotten together, and I had half hoped the whole Mom thing was over, but I was a bit curious. At least I wanted to meet her.

Crystal — Mom wants to know if you have any plans this week. Night. Dinner?

Me — I’m free Wednesday and Thursday for sure.

Her — Who you fucking the other nights? LOL Just kidding. I’ll get back to you. Mwah!

Mwah? Where was this heading?

When I was in my twenties, I fucked a girl I her thirties. That was hot. And when I was in my forties, I fucked women in their fifties. I always said women in their fifties don’t ask you what you want to do in bed, they ask you in what order you want to do it in, as they’ll do everything. But a woman in her sixties?

Ding! I got another text.

It was from Lori.

Lori — Hey babe. Who’s Crystal?

Oh shit! Sometimes I hate living in a small town.

Me — She works at Cup in Time. Nice girl.

Her — I was with Debbie last night and she says she’s a good fuck and that maybe you been fucking her. True?

Oh shit. Oh shit.

Me — Yeah, have had the pleasure a couple of times. You okay with that?

Her — Oh baby! You know I am. Can you introduce me to her. What I mean is can the three of us fuck sometime soon?

Me — I can ask. You’d like her.

Her — Sweet. Still love me?

No hesitation.

Me — Yes, still love you. Still love me?

Her — Heck yeah babe. We need to get together soon, just you and me. Thursday night work for you?

Me — Yes. Dinner somewhere?

Her — Your place would be great. I’ll bring some Chinese food. That good?

Me — Very. See you then.

Her — xoxox

I was one lucky fellow.

Ding! It was Crystal.

Her — Mom says Wednesday or Thursday works for her. Dinner at her place.

Me — Wednesday works. What time?

Her — I’ll get back to you. TTFN.

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

Wednesday came and I got a text from Crystal. She gave me her Mom’s address. It was up in the hills and had a great view of the lake. These homes cost some bucks so Madison, that was her Mom’s name, must had done something right. I knocked on the door and Crystal answered. She smiled, gave me a hug, and led me into the house.

“Mom! Tom’s here,” she said loudly. It was a nice place, kind of old hippie in décor, but still nice.

“So, you’re Tom. I’ve heard lots of good things about you.”

I turned and Madison stepped out from the kitchen. She’s 67? She was short, slender and a redhead. Real white skin and a big smile. Was wearing a small dress, not too short, but I could see she had nice legs. She didn’t look her age and I mean that in a good way.

“Madison? Pleased to meet you,” I replied. Shit that sounded too formal.

“Come in, come in,” she said. “I’m in the kitchen finishing off dinner but you’re welcome to come in. I heard you’re a bit of a cook as well.”

I followed her in, Crystal behind me. It smelled great. Italian was my guess.

“If you want you can put that Caesar salad together for me,” she pointed to a stainless bowl on the counter.

I put together the salad while the three of us talked. Crystal grabbed some plates and silverware, went out to the dining room. Madison leaned into me and said “I’m so glad you’re here Tom. I can always use another friend.” I smiled and we went out to the dining room.

Dinner was great, the lady could cook. After we finished, I helped carry the dishes into the kitchen, Crystal said for me to go out and talk with her Mom.

We went to a den, had a small bar — even had three stools. I sat on one as sinop escort bayan she went behind the bar and asked…

“Can I get you a drink?”

“That’d be great. Whatever you have is fine.”

She nodded and asked, “Like Margaritas?”

“Who doesn’t?”

She laughed pulled out some tequila. Really good tequila. I watched as she effortlessly mixed the drinks. Little salt on the edges and the two drinks were finished.

“Dishes are in the dishwasher Mom,” Crystal said as she entered the den. “Thanks for dinner. I’m going to go now, take care.”

The two got together and exchanged hugs. I watched as Madison walked her to the door, let her out and came back.

“Tom. I hope you’re okay with this, I mean, Crystal leaving and all,” she said.

I was okay with it and told her so.

She took her drink and came over to me, we touched them and drank. It was one great Margarita.

“So, Crystal said you were on the road with the Dead?”

“Not exactly,” she said with a smile. “I went with two guys in a van and we travelled on the road going to concert to concert. Did some side jobs to make some money. Had a great time.”

We spent the next twenty minutes or so just talking, exchanging stories and laughs. After the second drink she looked at me and said…

“You’re a wonderful fellow Tom, but I have to ask you something.”

“Yes?”

“Would you like to fuck me?”

I took a deep breath and replied. “Yes, Madison, I would like that.”

She smiled, stood up and grabbed my hand. Leaning forward she kissed me on the cheek and whispered “I will do anything and everything you want. Will you do the same for me?”

Holy shit! I said, “Yes.” We went down the hall to her room.

Once there she grabbed my arm and pulled me close. We kissed, our tongues meshing as first I went into her mouth and then she went back into mine. I slid my hand up to her breast, hers slid down to my cock. She began to squeeze then release it, squeeze, and release. She pulled away and led me to the bed.

She smiled at me and went to her nightstand. She opened the drawer and pulled out a white tray. It was full of “toys”. I saw three different sizes of dildos, a long blue ass plug, and … Holy shit! She had a Mr. Pink! She looked at me, lifted out the Mr. Pink clit vibrator and said “Thanks Tom. Crystal said this little fellow was great and she’s right.

Her eyes flashed, a smile on her face as she started to take off her clothes. As I took mine off, I looked at her body as it appeared. Genuinely nice, no wrinkles and a lovely, hairless pussy…guess she had gotten the memo. I remembered when women didn’t shave their pussies, then they all did. Nust have been some memo they got.

When we were naked, she pulled me close again, we kissed deeply, our bodies pressed against each other. After a bit she started to work her way down, pulling back my head, licking and biting my neck, hand rubbing my body. From there she went to my chest, kissing, licking, and biting my nipples, one then the other. Her hand found my cock, my hard cock, and she began to stroke it up and down.

Down she went to her knees, kissing me on the way down. Once there she looked up at me and when our eyes met, she licked the head of my cock with her tongue. Under the crown she went, to the sweet spot. One, two three quick and hard licks she did then took the head of my cock into her mouth.

Caressing my balls, she swirled her tongue around the head of my dick making yummy sounds as she did it. I reached up and began to stroke my hard nipples. Slowly, inch by inch she went down my aching cock. After each inch she’d stop, swallow, and squeeze my balls at the same time. She couldn’t get all of me into her mouth, as I had said earliest, she was small. She got up from her knees, kissed me and whispered “I want it all Tom. All, your cock in my mouth.”

She got onto the bed, her head off the edge and leaned it back. “Fuck my mouth Tom, I want it all,” she said. I walked over to her, she grabbed my cock and slipped it into her mouth. Grabbing my ass, she pulled me forward, my cock going deeper into her hot, wet mouth. With her head at this angle, she could get it all the way in, down into her throat. Holy fuck, this was hot! I slid my cock in and out, as deep as I could.

We did this for a bit then she pushed me away and said lie down. As she slid off the bed, I laid back on it. Flashing a smile, she said “Let me take care of you Tom.” She grabbed a butt plug and some lube. As she lubed up the plug our eyes met, she blew me a kiss. Putting away the lube she dropped to her knees. I felt her tongue on my ass, then the butt plug…inside it went. It slid in and I knew it wasn’t going anywhere. She sucked my cock again and I was aching, but she wasn’t close to being finished. She escort sinop got up; my cock throbbed.

Madison walked over to the bedroom door and slid it shut. On the back I saw a swing thing. I had seen them before on Adam & Eve. It hooked onto the door, a small harness where the girl could sit on it, legs spread wide. This one had two wristbands on it. She slipped her hand in one, tightened it so she couldn’t move.

“Come do the other one for me Tom,” she said.

I walked over to her, slid her hand inside and tightened it. She pulled down on both, satisfied she couldn’t escape and said “Come fuck my pussy Tom. Fill me up.”

I walked over to her, kissed her deeply, my tongue going inside. Onto her neck I licked, then down to her small yet perky breasts. I sucked the nipples, licked them, she took in a deep breath as I did. Sliding a hand down to her pussy I slid a finger inside her. She moaned and said, “Oh yes, babe.”

As I slid one, then two fingers in and out of her I caressed her as I went down her body, lingering on her belly button. Finally, I reached her pussy. Flicking towards me inside her with my two fingers I sought out her clit, her extremely hard clit and licked it. I love licking clits and finger banging women. She liked it too, a lot from her moaning, but I had a surprise for her. After a good five minutes of moist cunt licking, I stood up, she looked at me and aid “Fuck me Tom.”

I smiled and said, “Not yet.” I walked over to the toys; the butt plug still in my ass. I grabbed the tray and brought it to her. I reached down, got a nice thick dildo, and stuck it in my mouth. I slid it in and out, wetting it and pulled it out.

“Dildos are nice but nothing like a cock,” I said matter of factly.

She smiled and replied, “I heard you’re quite good at it.” We locked eyes. “Maybe I can see you do that one day?”

“Maybe,” I replied. I slipped the dildo inside her cunt then grabbed Mr. Pink. Turning it on I put it on her clit, she pushed forward, the swing pulling her back against the door. As I fucked her with the dildo, I worked her clit with Mr. Pink. In and out, deep. Buzz, buzz on her clit. I kissed and licked whatever I could reach, a thigh, leg. I did her like this for a while.

“Of fuck Tom, I’m going to cum!” she yelled. And she did…hard. She shivered, bounced against the door, moaning loudly saying “Fuck me Tom! I want you to fuck me!” as she came.

After she stopped bouncing, head dropped, I pulled out the dildo and put away Mr. Pink.

“Fuck me Tom,” she said softly. “Fill me up.”

I pulled her head back and slipped my now crazy aching cock into her very wet pussy. It was tight, small and fucking great. In I went, deep as I could, she took a deep breath and whispered, “Fill me up Tom, please.”

Out I slid, keeping the head inside of here then back inside I went. In and out, in and out, she stayed tight, wet, and I was in heaven. So was she, or at least I thought she was, as she moaned and began to breath quickly.

I pounded her for as long as I could, her bouncing off the door each time I went balls deep. Bang! Bang! Bang! I was going to cum!

Bam! A large first shot spewed out of my aching, throbbing cock. Having the butt plug in me turned it into one long continuous spurt.

“Oh yeah baby, fuck me fuck me!” she yelled as I kept pumping her full of my cum. I lost count but I know I came a lot, a huge load I emptied into her grateful pussy.

Then I dropped to my knees and licked a large amount of hot cum from her pussy. Up to her mouth I went, our lips locking as we shared my cum. She took as much as I did. Down I went.

“Oh, fuck yeah! Oh, fuck yeah! Give me more Tom!” she said.

And I did, we kissed, licked, and swallowed until she was dry. I pulled away and reached up to unlock her hands.

“No!” she said. “Fuck me with the dildo Tom. That pink vibrator and the dildo!”

How could I tell her no? I grabbed the dildo, slid it in as she was still really wet. Mr. Pink turned on and I slipped it onto her clit.

“My ass baby. Stick the blue butt plug up my ass!”

I reached into the tray, grabbed the blue butt plug, and turned it on. It vibrated, sweet! I lubed it up and deep inside it went. Inside it went and inside it stayed.

“Oh yeah baby, right there,” she said.

I worked her clit with Mr. Pink, her ass and cunt filled tight. I slid the dildo in and out, slowly at first then faster. She moaned and started to shake. Bam, bam, bam! Her ass filled as the dildo pounded her, Mr. Pink stuck to her clit. She tensed up then screamed.

“Fuuucckk!” She started to shake hard, breath deeply, and did so until she had finished cumming, and she came for a while. Finally, she went limp, relaxing as she could, totally spent. I slipped the dildo as ass vibrator from out of her. After a minute of long slow breathing, she said “That was great Tom. Tell me we can do this again? A lot?”

“Hell yes,” I replied. “You’re incredible Madison. Any time, anywhere.”

She smiled and said, “I’ll hold you to it.”

“Please do,” I replied.

I untied her and spent the night.

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

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I want the whole swim team. I want the financial bros. I want a circle of trans women.

(Is this a fantasy? Then they’re all lean: their bodies crafted through hours in the pool (or the treadmill), no beards (sorry), and little itty-bitty weiners (although I’m not one to kick a cock out of bed). Plus, plus plus plus, a nice pillow for my knees.)

No time for accuracy: none of the sweet, caressing time of a single blowjob, where I’m in control of time and atmosphere. Where I can take long, luscious licks up his or her shaft, coax desperate moans out of moments stretched across an entire night. Swallow them whole while fingering their asshole slowly. Play my fingers like spiders’ legs around their balls. The delicacy of one. The craftsmanship of soft-filtered light and a long night of playful coddling.

Here, a free-for-all. Frenetic. No pacing. No atmosphere: I’m juggling to keep them all stiff, all these needy cocks, trying to conduct this orchestra of instruments around me to a final upheaval of spit and cum all over my face. They can stand in a line stroking themselves in preparation, or maraş escort they can crowd around me, all pointing their dicks at my open mouth. I don’t care, so long as I have a crowd. I’ll take one in each hand, rolling my strokes around their shafts while letting a third grab my head and fuck my mouth. I’ll blindly let go of one of the dicks and offer an open hand, because like magic, without even looking, a new dick, a new shape, a new size, will fill it quickly. I need do nothing but stroke and suck and lick and cajole them. Someone presses their cock across my forehead, rubbing his frenulum there, so I stop swiping my tongue on the underside of the dick in my mouth, I come up for air, I angle my head, and the one from my forehead now enters me.

I don’t want it to stop. I stroke in bursts of rhythm to keep them from peaking. I suck for mere moments before yawning for another.

Now: what does this group want me to be? Pouty? Are you gonna fuck my mouth? Are you gonna put that big dick inside me? Forceful? Stick that cock in my mouth. Choke me with that fucking rod. maraş escort bayan Submissive? Ohhh, yes, daddy, Make me your little faggot. Moany? Desperate? Silent? Any of it. All of it.

And look at them. Look at their faces: they have the illusion of power. Anxious to impress me with their hard rods. This one clamps the base of his dick, wiggles it up and down before I take him in. This one pulls his up and offers his balls first, as if I’m gonna be impressed by his manscaping job, but I stuff a finger into his asshole and he drops his cock across my face in a gasp, and he’s lost his machismo. This one is slapping my cheeks with his stick, a wet pwop pwop pwop while I ohhh to give him the impression I’m impressed before I slide my lips over him and his pretense is melted away. Their selfishness is how I take them: my own cock is dripping, aching for touch, any one of them could simply point at my dick and I’d cum all over this pillow, but their instinct is to get themselves off, to play a kind of king of the hill where they vie for my favor, where they think I’ll escort maraş single out their cock from all the others.

But no. Once one of them gets too showy, once one of them begins to smirk like he has me…

Switch.

I don’t want you. You want me.

My hair is sweaty. I work this new one to a fever pitch. I laugh: someone tries to stuff their dick in my mouth alongside another. Fine, honey. Someone asks me if I like sucking their dick. Mmm, yeees, baby. Someone else tells me to look them in the eye while their cock slides across my tongue. Sure thing, lover.

Their desperate, stupid faces, made dumb by my mouth and hands.

They think they’re defiling me. Controlling me. But then:

Pop.

Yes, yesss, all over my face, baby.

(Tongue out.)

Pop. Pop pop.

Don’t miss. Right here, baby.

(I slather it across my cheek with his dick.)

Pop.

Gimme that hot load.

(I collect it in my mouth, let it drool down my chin, down my chest.)

A little dribble, a giant load, one shot fires like a cannon, one drips out of the tip.

And now they are sheepish, lost, on the other side of it, they watch as I lick all of them clean, as I lick their deflating manhoods, they shrink away, they pull on clothes, they nervously laugh, they leave, they go on, but I am here, smiling, content, draped in the robes of power, smeared across my face.

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Over the next two weeks I went over my planned future conversation a billion times. It took me a full day to get past the thought of Elgin standing in front of me to actually focus on the words I needed to say, the questions I needed to ask. I knew I’d just want to touch him, but I needed to take it slow so he understood my real intentions.

I let him know when I was flying in and we agreed on a time to meet at Frost Manor. My flight landed in Manchester a little late and it took longer to get the rental car than expected. I hated running behind schedule especially with such nerve-wracking things to deal with in front of me.

It was pitch dark as I made my way up the bluff road to the house. I was still going to be on time to meet Elgin, so I was only half as nervous as I had been at the airport.

As I swung around one of the tight turns on the narrow road, my headlights lit up a pedestrian walking up the road in the dark. It was Elgin! I slammed on my brakes, hit the emergency blinkers and leapt from the car.

“Elgin! What are you doing out here in the dark?” I was panicked and nervous and confused and more and it all came out in my voice.

“Al?” He swung around to look at me. His eyes were huge and he looked so beautiful to me. He stood and stared.

“What are you doing?” I was now standing right in front of him. I felt like grabbing him and pulling him into my body but I kept my hands tight to my sides.

“I was walking up to the house to meet you.”

“Why? Where’s your car?”

“My mom needed it.” He glanced at his feet, looking embarrassed, which felt foreign. He’d always been so open with me.

“Elgin?” It all caught up with me at that moment. He was right in front of me and my whole body was trembling with my overwhelming feelings for him. I needed to touch him, make sure he was real.

He looked right into my eyes, like he was looking for a sign or an answer to an unspoken question. I looked right into his gorgeous dark eyes and melted, my brain shutting down.

And then he was in my arms. I felt his tears on my chest, soaking through my thin shirt. I squeezed him tightly as my own tears started to fall.

Enough sense to realize we were in a dangerous place finally came back to me. “Come on, let’s go home and talk.” I led him to the passenger door and helped him into my rental car.

In the car he was looking at me, like he didn’t believe I was real. I took his hand as I drove the rest of the way up to the house.

“You should have texted me. I could have just picked you up instead of nearly running you over in the dark.” I tried to joke a little because my nerves were shot.

“I know. I wanted to figure it out myself, but I forgot how steep and narrow the road is. I’ve only driven up it in the last five years. I used to walk up here when I was a kid, and it was daytime.” He trailed off since he was sort of babbling nervously.

I just smiled at him as I continued to hold his warm hand in mine. We drove down the driveway which was completely dark in front of the big, lonely house and I added it to my mental list of things to take care of here.

We finally made it into the dark building and turned on some lights in the grand foyer. When I turned to look back at Elgin, he looked incredible to me. He was so beautiful and he was in my house. Alone. With me.

He read the heat in my eyes and he leapt into my arms. His legs wrapped around my hips and his arms were around my neck. Our lips crashed together and I groaned into his wet, open mouth. I held him to me and kissed him with everything I had.

As I kissed him, I made my way down the hall, carrying my whole world in my arms. I finally got us into the living room and had him flip on the light switch. I sat down on the couch with Elgin in my lap.

We continued to kiss for a few more minutes, neither of us ready or willing to let go of each other. But I had to talk to him. So I finally pulled back and smiled at the sight of his glorious face.

“I missed you so much, Elgin.” I ran my hands along his body, touching him, making sure he was really real.

“I missed you, too. I didn’t think I’d ever get to kiss you again.” He leaned forward and kissed me softly and then he snuggled into my chest, sitting on my lap where he fit so perfectly.

“Me neither. It took me a long time to get here.” There were so many meanings to that statement. Today had been exhausting and long. It had been weeks and weeks since I’d held him and I finally felt happy and complete. It had taken me way too long to get here mentally and physically.

I felt myself relax as our bodies finally shared space again. Just being here with him, in the quiet house, holding him, it felt perfect. I hadn’t felt this happy since before I’d left him behind. It was so easy to see now.

“I love being here with you, just like this.” I whispered into his soft curls. His hair smelled like heaven to me and I caressed his soft curves without being too forward. I would talk to him first and then take malatya escort my time with him later.

He nestled closer, his lips touching my neck. “I missed you, Al. I don’t think I even realized how much.” I understood exactly what he meant.

After another few minutes of holding each other, just soaking up each other’s scents and presence, we finally pulled away from each other, enough to see each other’s face.

He sat up against the arm on the couch, his legs still in my lap. I had one hand on his knees and he held the other in his hands, in his lap. It was time to talk.

“Elgin, so much has happened since I left here and I want to tell you everything. I don’t even know where to start. My mind is racing.” I shook my head, trying to clear the fog and get my thoughts together.

“Look at me, Al.” He sounded calm and reassuring. I looked right into his eyes again. I loved those eyes so much. “That’s better. I know you thought about this before now, so calm yourself and start at the beginning you planned.”

“How do you know me so well? How did I ever think I could live without you?” I hadn’t meant to say anything that loaded so early in this conversation, but there it was.

“I’m glad you couldn’t because I don’t think I can live without you either.” He looked so calm when he said it. He really could be my anchor, even though he was so young.

Age didn’t really matter. When you find your person, that kind of thing just doesn’t matter. Elgin was my person. I was completely sure of that now.

“I guess this is the best place to start. I have so much to tell you, but first I want to ask you to be with me, as my partner. I thought we were too different and that we couldn’t build a life together. It wouldn’t be fair to ask you to be with me. But now I know the differences don’t matter. Not when I need you so much.”

I took a giant breath and blew it out, trying to gather my thoughts further. “I think we can make this work, but I need to know how you feel. How do you feel about me and being with me?”

“I love you. I have since I met you. I also didn’t think it would work between us, but after you left, I thought I would die without you. I want to be with you. I really do.”

“Good. Thank god.” I sagged with relief. But I continued, even as I relaxed somewhat. “But before you decide to actually commit to being with me, I have a lot to tell you about.”

“Like what?” He seemed like his usual, calm, collected self which did wonders to soothe my nerves.

“Christie’s is coming to pick up most of the treasures tomorrow to take for the auction that’s scheduled for a month from now. It’s worth a fortune.”

He nodded and waited for me to continue. In my mind I couldn’t help but think of the difference between his reaction and what Jeffery’s would have been. Elgin was the kind of man I’d always wanted and needed. I was never so sure of anything before.

“They’re estimating twenty million, or more.” His eyes went wide, but he still held his tongue. I smiled at his reaction and continued. “I want to use the money to start a scholarship foundation, run out of the house.” I watched him as that sunk in.

After several moments, he finally spoke. “What kind of scholarships will the foundation be giving out?”

“My niece suggested I focus on aspiring doctors. But I was thinking bigger and yet more specific. Medicine, technology and the arts would be the fields I’d want to focus on, specifically for LGBTQ+ kids. But I see a lot more, beyond scholarships.”

“That already sounds incredible. You could help so many kids and families. The possibilities are endless.” He seemed really excited as his eyes focused on something in his mind, the wheels turning.

“It will be a lot of work. But it’s the kind of work that could make a real difference. I want you by my side for all of it. I want you to be my partner in life and in the foundation, if you’re willing.” I ended on a questioning tone.

“Really? But I’m so young. Could I actually help you?”

“Of course you could. You’re much closer to the age of our recipients, so your insight would be invaluable. Plus, you’re my favorite IT guy. Oh, and I’m in love with you, so having you by my side for all the big decisions sounds perfect to me.” I smiled at him, full of hope.

“I love you, too! I want to be with you, always. I’d love to do this with you.” Tears streamed down his face as he smiled at me, that gorgeous smile that made my heart race.

“Oh, baby. I missed you so fucking much.” I was crying now, too. Elgin wanted to be with me.

“I missed you, daddy.” He mumbled the words against my lips as I pulled him back into my lap and against my body.

I kissed him like my life depended on it. Hearing him call me “daddy” had made my blood boil with desire, but I didn’t want to rush anything right now.

“It’s going to be really busy, but it will all be right here, so we can be together everyday. I really want you to help with everything. Every decision, malatya escort bayan everything.”

He nodded in agreement and smiled at me. “I’m excited to do this with you, Al. You’re the most generous person I’ve ever met, so it shouldn’t really surprise me. I’m so proud of you.”

His every word struck right to my heart. He was really as incredible as I remembered. He was real and he was mine. I was floating.

“I love you.” I looked right into his eyes as I said it. I shook my head slightly, finding it hard to believe he was really mine.

“I love you.” He said it earnestly, making my body throb with need. He sensed the change just as I did. We crashed into one another again, grasping and pulling at each other while our mouths devoured one another.

“I need you, Al. Please.” His words caused me to burst into full blown lust.

I growled into his mouth. “Elgin. Baby.”

He pulled away and stood up, offering me his hand, silently asking me to stand and follow. Like I could deny him anything, I easily took his hand and followed him.

As he led me up the darkened stairs, I finally spoke. “I wanted us to take our time. Talk about stuff.”

“We will. After.” He kept his steady pace towards our bedroom. Ours. I loved the fact that everything was ours.

As we crossed the threshold into the bedroom, the room smelled like him and I was so glad he was with me. If I’d come in here without him, that smell would have killed me. Instead it made me incredibly happy.

He stopped near the bed and turned to look at me. We looked at each other for what seemed like a long time before I found my tongue.

“What do you want, Elgin? I’ll give you everything you want and need. Always.” My words were filled with so much emotion, but I felt every bit of it, so I was glad.

“All I want is you, Al. Make me your partner. Show me how you love me.” His face was so open. His eyes were honest and loving. I was entranced. I couldn’t breathe.

“Gladly, my love.” I kissed him gently, tenderly. His arms were around my neck so I lifted him and laid him back onto the bed as I kissed him deeper and deeper.

I sat up to look at him, lying beneath me. I pulled my shirt off, over my head. His hands worked at my waistband and zipper. I pulled my pants and underwear off together, finally naked, exposed before him.

He bit his lip as his eyes roved over my nudeness. “I can’t believe you’re real. And mine. Undress me, daddy.” He purred out his plea.

My shaking hands pulled his shirt over his head. He reached for his fly, but I gently pushed his hands away. I undid the button and pulled the zipper down. I grabbed the waistband of his jeans and pulled them down over his hips.

When I saw the pink lace underneath the denim, my eyes shot up to meet his. He grinned wickedly at me. He’d hoped I’d see the lacey panties he’d worn just for me.

“Fuck, baby. You know just how to drive me wild.” I leaned forward and kissed the soft skin between his belly button and the waistband of his tiny, girly underwear as I pulled his pants off his legs completely.

“I wore them just for you, daddy. Do you like them?” He acted coy, but the look in his eyes told me how much he needed me to want him, to need him.

“I love them, baby. But I love you even more. You look incredibly sexy, baby. So fucking sexy.” I licked the skin of his inner thigh, making his gasp at the contact.

“Love me, daddy. I need you.” He was breathless now, his body hot and hard for me.

I pulled his erection out of the thin lace that barely contained him and I sucked him down my throat, filling my senses with his taste and smell and the feeling of his body touching mine.

“Yes, Al! Oh god, yes daddy.” His head was thrown back as I deep throated his large manhood.

I could taste his seed as it seeped out of his tip. I pulled away and let my saliva drip down to his entrance. I pushed his legs open and I found his tight hole with my mouth.

“Oh fuck!” Elgin’s hands were on my head as I ate his ass vigorously. He moaned and grabbed at my hair, driving me to pleasure him even more.

He tasted better than I remembered. The sounds he made and the smell of his balls had me nearly frantic with desire. I would never tire of him. I knew it was true.

“Al! Please!” He pulled my hair harder. I finally pulled away from his hot hole and looked at his face. He looked like a man in pure ecstasy and that made me unbelievably happy. I planned on making him as happy as I was at this moment, every single day for the rest of my life.

I slowly worked his wet hole with my fingers while I crawled over him, kissing my way up to his luscious lips. He grabbed my neck and pulled me down to kiss him while I fingered him.

“Oh god! PLEASE!” He held my neck like a lifeline as he begged me for more. I was going to give him everything.

“Ready for me, love?” He vigorously nodded before I even finished the question. I huffed out a small laugh as I moved escort malatya to position myself at his entrance.

“Please, daddy. Love me.” He whined the words as I started to push myself into him.

“I do love you, baby. Only you.” I pushed into him, embedding myself deeply inside as I kissed him again.

Our mouths kept time with our bodies. My tongue matched the thrusts of my hips as I started to fuck my beautiful baby boy. He clung to me, moaning along with my movements.

It felt even better than I thought possible. It was better than any previous time we’d made love. I knew it was because this was the first time in our forever story instead of a stolen moment that would end all too soon.

He cried out as his climax got closer. He screamed out his love for me as he urged me to take him harder and deeper. He needed me to claim him. And I needed that too.

I whispered my devotion as my body pumped into him harder and harder. He answered with his words, his sounds of passion and the movements of his perfect, smooth body.

“Elgin!” I screamed his name as my body tensed with my orgasm. I felt myself pulling him closer, pushing myself in further, claiming, breeding him with my whole body and soul engaged with him.

He squeezed his eyes closed tightly as his own body burst with pleasure, his arms tightening around my neck even more. I collapsed on top of him, kissing his face, his neck, his soft lips.

He was crying, but I knew they were happy tears, tears of relief. I knew because I cried the same tears myself. I knew this was where I belonged. With Elgin.

I rolled to the side and pulled him along with me. He continued to cling to me, his body pressed to mine from head to toe. I loved holding him like this. I loved how much he wanted to be close to me. It made me truly happy.

A while later I scooped him up in my arms and I took him into the bathroom. We took a shower together, slowly caressing and washing each other, reverently. It was as much a form of commitment as our earlier words and our love making.

After we bathed, we crawled into the bed, under the covers and cuddled up together. We whispered our love to each other in the pitch dark until we both drifted away into dreamland, still wrapped in each other’s arms.

It was the best sleep of my life. It was another sign that this was right. This was where I was supposed to be with whom I was supposed to be with. He was everything I ever wanted and so, so much more.

We went into town and got some breakfast at the café and then stopped and stocked up on groceries. I watched Elgin carefully as we ran our errands around town.

“What?” He smiled at me as we picked out some fresh flowers.

“Nothing. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You know, being out and about in town, with me. Are you going to get a lot of questions?”

We hadn’t really gone out in town together before and small town gossips were everywhere and saw everything.

“I don’t care if I get questions. I’ve got nothing to hide.” He walked up to me and pulled me down to kiss his lips, to emphasize his point.

“Oh, really?” I smirked at him. “I’ll kick all their asses if they say one word to you.”

“I’m pretty sure they all know you’re the big city doctor that inherited the Frost place. There were already rumors about you before this. Let’s give them something to talk about.” He turned back to the flowers and selected the pink roses.

His words fresh in my mind, I stepped up behind him, very intimately, and held his waist as he smelled the sweet flowers. There was no question we were lovers. If he didn’t care, I’d lean into it with him.

Back at the house, we both worked on gathering up the art and furniture pieces for the auction house. The unassuming looking truck arrived a short while later.

The driver gave me the official paperwork to prove they were the contracted company that Christie’s arranged for. I hadn’t even considered an art heist, until now. No wonder they wanted me to bring the jewelry in person.

The three men efficiently loaded and secured all the items with care and speed. It was almost hypnotic to watch. Elgin stood by my side marveling at the perfectly choreographed routine.

“I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t all this.” He gestured to the men wrapping the paintings.

“Yeah, me neither.” I smiled about the fact that this was my life now. Doing strange and interesting things with my best friend by my side. Every new day, an adventure.

Two days later Elgin and I drove to New York with three file boxes of jewelry from the safe. We could have fit it all into two boxes, but neither of us wanted to jam the nice jewelry boxes into a bigger box just to save space.

Before we’d packed everything up, I’d selected several pieces that I wanted to keep. None of them were the most expensive or rare, they were just the pieces that spoke to me for different reasons.

Elgin hadn’t been to New York since he was a kid. His grandfather took him to the city over Christmas break several times, but they’d stopped when Elgin was twelve. He was very excited to go with me this time. I was excited to show him the world, starting in the big apple.

Our first stop was Christie’s. The jewelry couldn’t sit in the car while we did other things, obviously.

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Chapter Twenty — You, To Me, Things

Since he could still see Pepin in the distance, it wasn’t that much of a feat to reach him, especially since Sebastian’s body was in top-notch condition. However, he hadn’t managed that until they entered the castle. As they reached the building, Kai slowed down and watched Pepin from a fair distance. He wasn’t running anymore, but he was walking fast. Well, he had been busy catching up with him, and now he didn’t know exactly what he wanted to say.

Well, for starters, he had to apologize. Yes, that was a good idea. As a virgin, Pepin most probably felt embarrassed by having their little adventure together talked about like that, especially by that big-mouthed Galien.

As he turned a corner, Pepin threw a look over his shoulder. Kai could swear he could see a small smile on the guy’s face, but he couldn’t be sure. “Pepin,” he called out. “Wait for me.”

But the servant broke into a sprint again, and Kai had to do the same. It looked like Pepin had just disappeared in the royal quarters, which was convenient since Kai doubted that Prince Sebastian was used to being seen apologizing in the hallways for blurting out private stuff.

Could it be that Pepin was about to break into a cleaning frenzy? There was a possibility that it was his way of dealing with stressful situations. Kai slowed down again. But what if Sebastian didn’t want Pepin upon his return, even with the fusing and all that? He hadn’t thought of that. That would break Pepin’s heart.

He stopped altogether. Going to the cavern and performing the ritual was necessary so that he could return home. Not for a moment had he thought what that would mean for the other people involved. But now that he did think about it, he couldn’t just brush it off like it wasn’t his problem.

The doors to the royal quarters flew open, and Pepin peeked from behind one of them. “Are you coming already, Your Majesty?” he asked breathlessly.

Ah, damn, he’d been caught. Kai had a mind to do a one-eighty and run in the opposite direction. However, a single look at Pepin’s flustered face made him feel flustered, too. His eyes were too blue, his lips were too soft, and he was way too beautiful. Like it should have been illegal to be so beautiful and a dude at the same time. It was totally his fault.

His steps carried him toward Pepin like he no longer had a will of his own. Pepin snickered, grabbed his hand, and pulled him inside. Well, that was unexpected. He thought the guy was pissed at him or something.

Just as equally unexpected was how Pepin pushed him with his back against the closed doors, glued himself to him, and pressed his lips hard on Kai’s mouth. For a moment, no, two, no, three, ah, who was counting anymore? Kai did nothing but let Pepin kiss him.

It was only after Pepin gave him a proper dental checkup with his tongue that Kai finally realized that he was supposed to protest to that. Using just an adequate amount of force, Kai pushed the servant away and stared him in the eyes.

Pepin was still breathing a little hard, his eyes were shiny, and his lips were moist and glistening from the kiss.

“Um,” Kai started, while trying to make some order in his messed up brain, “weren’t you supposed to be pissed at me?”

The confused look in Pepin’s eyes told him he wasn’t making himself clear enough.

“I mean upset,” he added quickly.

Pepin started laughing. “You said ‘not for long’, didn’t you?”

“What did I say?” Kai mumbled.

Pepin pushed his arms away and pressed their bodies close together again. “You said that I wouldn’t be a virgin for long.”

“Ah, right. Yeah, because we’ll go to that cavern and stuff.”

No, no, this was wrong. He needed to find a way to return home that didn’t involve hurting Pepin. Ah, damn it. And he had thought he had that quest in the bag.

Pepin ignored him and began undressing him. Clearly, his servant’s skills were going downhill because he simply tore Kai’s shirt, making small pearly buttons fly everywhere.

“Pepin!” he exclaimed as what the guy was doing finally caught up with him.

“We need the practice,” Pepin said with urgency.

“Practice?”

“Yes.” Pepin was completely un-servant-like when he pushed Kai’s pants down. “I know you prefer the other way with the others, so we must practice.”

Other way? Kai could feel his brain gears turning slowly like they had to wade through mush.

Pepin laughed and began discarding his clothes.

“Wait. Pepin! What are you doing?”

The servant threw him a playful look and hurried to the bed. He stopped, one knee resting on top of it, half-turned from Kai.

If that was a posture meant to seduce or something like that, Pepin had it down pat. From that angle, Kai could easily admire the gentle curve of his back, the tapered down tiny waist, and that nevşehir escort bayan awesome perfect ass that should also have been illegal on a dude. It was so nice and round that Kai couldn’t tear his eyes away. Conrad should have tried feeling up Pepin’s ass and then decide who had the roundest ass in the kingdom.

No! What the hell was he thinking now? Pepin’s ass was off-limits. Wait, why was it off-limits?

“Aren’t you coming?” Pepin asked and gave him the most beautiful smile that had ever been smiled in the history of mankind.

It didn’t matter that they were in a fantasy land. Those were just details. Kai was in a bit of a trance as he tried to walk toward the bed. Then he almost stumbled on his pants that Pepin had inconveniently left wrapped around his ankles. He puffed and huffed as he struggled out of them and his boots, succeeding only in performing a strange choreography until he reached the bed.

Pepin laughed out loud and pushed him on his back. Then he was on top, straddling him, and leaning in for another kiss.

“Pepin,” Kai warned, although he felt that his words were simply falling on deaf ears.

“No rules say that I must be a virgin when we reach the cavern. Your mother even pointed out that it would be best if we were already acquainted by the time we performed the ritual,” Pepin said.

“That’s a bad mother,” Kai retorted, flabbergasted by Sebastian’s mother’s too frank ways of dealing with the matter of who her son chose to go to bed with and why. And how.

Pepin caught his chin and moved his lips slowly against Kai’s mouth. His long eyelashes fluttered, and his cheeks were turning pink. “I’m so happy it’s me.”

The right thing to do was push Pepin aside, gently but firmly, and told him it wasn’t possible to do whatever he thought would follow next.

Ah, a light bulb lit up in his brain. Sebastian was totally gay, but it looked like he preferred to be the guy who… Kai frowned as his mind struggled. Also, he, Kai, was absolutely not gay, and this time, he wasn’t drunk, so his little monster wouldn’t perk up, no matter how beautiful Pepin was. In the end, it would look like he wouldn’t be able to do it, so Pepin would be disappointed, but that would work out because it would seem natural and not forced —

He let out a surprised gasp as Pepin suddenly grabbed certain parts of his body. No, not parts, but a part that was a traitor of the highest rank in the history of all traitors!

“Sebastian,” Pepin breathed out as his hand moved slowly, “I’m ready. Please, I don’t want to wait anymore.”

“Wait,” Kai protested, but Pepin’s soft and tasty lips choked his words up, and his eyes were soon rolling in his head. “Hey,” he managed when Pepin let go of his mouth to lick and kiss along his jawline, “but… it’s going to hurt!” he shouted the first thing that came to mind.

“I know. I prepared myself while you were standing in the hallway.”

“You did? What kind of virgin are you?” Kai made an attempt to sound royally pissed.

“The kind in love with you,” Pepin replied promptly. “I’m ready for you.”

“Hey, wait –“

Pepin moved, and then Kai could feel the most treacherous part of his body pushing through a velvet-like channel. The sensation was to die for. “Aaaargh!” he let out.

Above him, Pepin struggled to breathe. His beautiful skin was flushed now, and there was sweat on his upper lip while his face was scrunched up in a frown.

“Pepin,” Kai whispered, “this is… I mean…” He couldn’t talk, not when that part of him was squeezed and teased like that, and he swore that soon there would be tears in his eyes because that was way too pleasant to be legal anywhere in the world and on all continents.

“Your Majesty, forgive me,” Pepin pleaded.

“I… I don’t think I can,” Kai replied. His hands came around like a foreign will dictating their movements and landed on Pepin’s round ass.

“Your Majesty,” Pepin whispered again.

Kai was sure he wanted to help Pepin up so that they would disconnect their bodies, but what he actually did was completely different. He pushed Pepin’s ass down, and then he groaned in absolute pleasure. At the same time, Pepin cried out and collapsed on top of him.

Kai froze. “It hurts, doesn’t it?”

Pepin just nodded while holding him close.

“I told you so!”

“It’s all right,” Pepin murmured. “I truly want this.”

Kai had a mind to grab hold of his mushy brain and talk it down from whatever it thought it was doing to his body or the body he was in. But Pepin moved his hips slowly, and another shot of pure pleasure hit him. “Pepin,” he mumbled, “please don’t do this. I don’t think I can…”

His words ended up a tangled mess, just like his mind. Pepin caught his lips gently. Kai could clearly see the tears hanging like crystal beads on the curly eyelashes, and his heart squeezed. Unfortunately, Pepin’s ass did the same, and Kai’s little monster twitched happily.

“Is this… sex? I’m having sex!” he nevşehir escort exclaimed. “Pepin,” he added with urgency, “you are doing… to me… things!”

Pepin was breathing with difficulty, and it wasn’t hard to imagine he was still in pain. Kai moved and rolled him on his back. There were sounds of protests from the other, but Kai knew that he had to do something to make it better, although what that something was eluded him completely. He caressed Pepin’s face slowly, then his neck and chest. With each touch, the other shivered, and his eyelashes fluttered.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “But I should…”

Pepin wrapped his long legs around him, keeping their bodies together. “No, don’t you dare to run,” he warned him in a breathless voice.

“But, Pepin, you… it hurts you… doesn’t it? My little monster… is hurting you…”

“What?”

Oops, he had said that nickname out loud. Not that he was talking to the thing or anything, but it had to have a name, right?

“Ignore that,” Kai said quickly. He groaned as he tried to move as even something that simple triggered another bout of pleasant sensations.

“Hold me,” Pepin whispered.

That was a plea he couldn’t overlook. He carefully wrapped his arms around Pepin and held him.

“Your Majesty,” Pepin said after a while, “you can start… moving.”

Moving? It was clear what that meant, but Kai wasn’t sure he could. Pepin’s ass was squeezing him so hard that any wrong move could detonate the bomb that his little monster was turning into.

“I’m afraid,” he admitted.

“What of?” Pepin asked.

“Of many things.” Kai allowed another groan to leave his lips as any shift in position from Pepin was making at least one part of his body act like it had a mind of its own. Of course, that was why it had its own head! Which, by the way, was brushing against something inside Pepin’s body if he did as little as breath!

“You cannot hurt me,” Pepin said tenderly.

Kai keened softly and tried to adjust his position. “I’m practically stabbing you in the back with… the thing.”

“It is not my back, but my –“

Kai shut Pepin up with a kiss. The last thing he needed right now was some dirty talk. Not that the kiss was helping any; on the contrary, a hot tongue was in his mouth, doing small circles and caressing everywhere. And that was simply enough to make his skin grow hot and his eyes become moist with too much overstimulation.

His hips jerked only a bit, and Pepin gasped.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” Kai asked reproachfully.

“No,” Pepin breathed out. He tilted his head back, exposing his neck. “Please, again.”

Kai gulped and moved; his teeth were tingling again, and he sank them into Pepin’s exposed throat, earning an instant protest from the other. It was his fault for looking so edible. He was a human being, not a cookie, so why did he have to look good enough to eat? Kai worked his way around Pepin’s graceful neck, biting only softly regardless of how much he wanted to take a huge bite and stave his hunger once and for all.

On top of it all, Pepin was encouraging him, apparently okay with being molested in that manner. Kai could hardly imagine how that was possible, but Pepin was unique, a beautiful dude, and a guy who knew how to work a feather duster. How that fit with how they moved together now and how Pepin was driving him crazy, he had no idea.

He gave up on trying to reason with Pepin and settled for listening to each and every one of his orders.

“There, Your Majesty,” Pepin whispered, and Kai obliged. “Faster.” He just went faster. His little monster was now far from little. It felt huge like it had taken some transformation magic pill, and it was squeezed by such a tight place that he groaned in despair with each jerk of his hips.

“Pepin,” he forced out of his throat, “my… dick feels funny!”

Not that he didn’t know precisely that sensation, but he had never experienced it like that, surrounded by tight heat from all sides.

“Just let it go, please, please,” Pepin begged him.

He could feel the other shuddering and trembling, small spasms shaking him now and then. He wanted to ask what was wrong, but he felt Pepin’s cock rubbing against his belly, and soon there was wetness, too.

“Oh,” he said. “Does it mean that it’s okay if I… shoot?”

“Yes, inside me, please,” Pepin pleaded with him.

It wasn’t like he could pull out even if he wanted to. He was way too far, and beyond the point of no return, so with one final groan, he jerked his hips one time, hard, and held Pepin down. He was only vaguely conscious of the latest waves of extreme pleasure hitting him as he collapsed over the other and hung on to him for dear life.

“I’m so sorry, Pepin,” he murmured the moment he managed to gain back the ability to talk. He could hear the servant’s breathing and smell the sweet smell of his skin, but he couldn’t move. It was like he belonged there, in the other’s arms.

Pepin escort nevşehir caressed his hair slowly. “What could you be sorry for, Your Majesty?”

“Why do you keep calling me that?” Kai asked.

“Because I don’t feel like calling you anything else.”

That was a bit strange, but Kai’s mind was utterly drained, just like his body. The worst part — for Pepin — was that he couldn’t move. For him, it was the best part because he could postpone a little the moment when he actually had to face the other and look at him while admitting that he had done that kind of thing to him. Yeah, it felt good, but that didn’t make it right. He knew as much.

Pepin didn’t protest at all. He just continued to caress Kai’s hair. “This is the real you. And I love who you truly are,” the servant said softly.

Now that had to be just one way of saying, Kai was sure. Horrifyingly so, he let out a small purr as Pepin stroke his head gently.

“This was the best thing that ever happened to me,” he managed to mumble back. At least, he could give Pepin that. Because nobody ever had made him feel like that, and he was so drowned by a myriad of sensations that he felt he could confess to Pepin that he loved him and believed it, too.

But he couldn’t do that. Pepin belonged to Sebastian, and what he had just done was so completely unforgivable that he should be hiding somewhere and hope that no one would find him and hold him accountable.

That would come later. Now, it felt too good to be held and caressed by Pepin to move one limb. He could do the walk of shame, or whatever he had to do, later. Preferably much later.

***

“I promised my mother that I would fold all the laundry,” Sebastian said as Milo caressed his cheeks and kissed his jawline slowly.

It was half a lie. He still had something to do around the house in exchange for escaping the cleaning of the kitchen after his and Tani’s culinary experiment. Mrs. Martin hadn’t told him what that would be, but he could use it as an excuse to get away from Milo and clear his head.

In his mind, he was more than convinced that he had crossed a line. As someone in another person’s body, he wasn’t supposed to fall in love and become so intimate with that person’s best friend. It wasn’t any solace that most probably Kai was turning Ifigia into a land overrun by monsters as he had to be completely unfit to rule the kingdom. He had professed his love to Milo, but Milo didn’t know him, not truly, and that meant that the situation, as pleasurable as it felt, was a complete mess.

“Ah, you have to go already?” Milo complained.

When he was looking at him, with those kind eyes filled with love, Sebastian wanted to forget about everything, the kingdom, his responsibilities, his true purpose. Indeed, he wanted to be no one else but a simple teenager living in this strange and wonderful world, where people like Milo existed. How simple things would be then.

“I don’t like it, either,” he said. It was challenging to keep a hold of his thoughts when Milo was teasing him like that. He only had to touch Sebastian as lightly as possible, and his body was on fire.

“At least, let me give you something for the road.”

“A kiss?” he asked.

Milo grinned. “No, it’s something I keep hinting at, and you seem not to take the bait. I want,” he said and caught Sebastian’s ear between his teeth, tugging at it playfully, “to suck you off.”

“No need,” Sebastian protested.

They were still lying on the bed, side by side, completely naked. It was impossible to hide his body’s reactions, so Milo found it the most natural to grab his manhood and tease it. As gentle as he was, his hold was firm and left little to guess regarding his intentions.

“Oh, but there’s all the need because it’s not fair that you know how I taste like, and I don’t how you taste.”

As much as he wanted to protest still, Sebastian abandoned all will and allowed Milo to slide down on his body and tease him with his lips where only his hand had been before.

He let his head back and bit his lips as Milo began to lick the length of his member with excruciating slowness. Oh, this young man knew everything about the art of seducing another. If he hadn’t known better, he would have thought Milo had had plenty of lovers before him. But no, even his light clumsiness at handling things pertaining to lovemaking were endearing him to Sebastian and was the only proof he needed that this beautiful amazing being belonged to him and no one else for the fleeting time being.

Milo hummed around Sebastian’s manhood as his tongue wrapped around the head and indulged in it. That only served to heighten the already existing arousal, and Sebastian unconsciously lifted his hips off the bed, pushing into the other’s mouth. A slight sound of protest made him realize, but it only lasted a moment, as Milo grabbed his hips and pinned him to the bed so that he could let his mouth slide lower and lower.

He made a mistake to look down. Milo flashed a naughty look at him and even smiled like that, his mouth stretched around the thing in his mouth. Sebastian groaned partly in disbelief, partly in intense pleasure that was beginning to become too hot to handle. Whether Milo knew what he was doing to him or was of no consequence. He moved with steady grace, swallowing more and more each time.

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I had been brave, testing myself, to have come back to Boston for my year’s sabbatical from Yale University. In earlier days I had come here as a history instructor at Boston University, straight out of Dartmouth, and I’m afraid I sowed my oats a bit too openly and with male students at the university, which won me an inglorious retreat to the Midwest for more than a decade until memories cleared.

A young, vulnerable eighteen- or nineteen-year-old male student had become my fetish. I was barely twenty-four at the time myself, so the age difference wasn’t as great as it would be now, coming back to Boston. But I can’t say that I had ended my fetish or didn’t feel it particularly tempting now that I was back here. A nineteen-year-old boy hit my sweet spot–a small boy of stature, preferably, who was perfectly formed, willowy, lithe, flexible, yielding, but who was sweet, only beginning to ponder his sexuality and preferences. It was a risk coming back to where I had started with this, but I was an American Revolutionary War scholar and historical fiction novelist. There was no better place to do that than here in Boston, at the Massachusetts Historical Society near the Back Bay on Boylston Street.

I thought I was up to the challenge to curb my desire for young men. But perhaps I came here because I wanted to fail.

My days were spent in one of the reading rooms at the society’s building, where I had obtained privileges to peruse original sources for a novel I planned to title “Howe’s Retreat,” the next in a series of novels I was writing on the siege of Boston by the British in 1775. The series would conclude with the lifting of the siege when General Washington managed to bring in artillery under Henry Knox to take the high ground on Dorchester Heights, forcing a British retreat under British general Howe in 1775.

So, my days were being spent in the society’s reading room and my evenings spun out at the apartment I’d rented across the Back Bay Fens park area in the Boylston Apartments close to Fenway Park. It was a lonely–but I told myself a satisfying–life. To get from one to the other, a distance of several blocks, I usually walked through the Boylston section of the park.

I told myself I walked through the park, it being the most direct route, but not the only one I could have taken, to take in the beauty of nature. But I suspect I really did it for the temptation. The park was used by homeless men, many of them young men. I was propositioned each time I walked through the park. I didn’t succumb to the temptation, priding myself on my ability to resist, but I didn’t stop putting myself in the position to be propositioned by young men, many of them eighteen or nineteen from the look of them. Somehow, they had perceived my sexual interests. I kept assessing them on how well they’d clean up, which, in itself, indicated my resolve wasn’t all that solid.

I had reached my late thirties, but I hadn’t let either my looks or my body go. I had always had sufficient attraction in those areas to easily hook up. Perhaps it was the flash in my eyes when they appeared before me and made their pitch.

Although there were a few homeless women in the park, they generally didn’t approach me after my initial nonresponsiveness to them. Soon after I had established my twice-daily walk through the park pattern, the homeless women had stopped offering themselves to me for pay–but the men hadn’t.

On the day in question, the week after Thanksgiving, the day my resolve dissolved, Boston was already deep in winter weather, although that season wouldn’t officially arrived for another two weeks. It had started to snow in the morning, while I was walking to the historical society. The snowfall initially was light, but it promised to pick up later in the day. I was wondering whether I would be walking home or taking a taxi because of the snow when I walked through a group of young men on the pathway. As usual, some of them touched me on the sleeve and made suggestions to me, but, smiling, I passed through them, giving them a look of regretful demur. Perhaps my wistfulness at turning them down kept them hopeful and assuming that I did have some interest in man-on-man action. One young man, though, a beautiful blond youth, stood at the edge of the group, smiling at me, but not offering himself. Because he wasn’t forward with me, he, of course, was the one I had in mind when I settled in my usual, out-of-the-way table in the research room of the library.

A stack of books and copies of documents were delivered to me, and I immersed myself in the sometimes bloody toing and froing of the American and British forces on the fringes of Boston in 1775. My novels were very masculine depictions of battle and living conditions at the time, emphasizing how raw life was for both sides. My latest novel had been on Henry Knox’s effort to bring his artillery to the Dorchester Heights. The one I was researching would be on Howe’s retreat to take up a longer siege of New York City. The novels had become quite muğla escort popular, popular enough that I’d settled on that period for my writing career and had found a lucrative home at Yale University, where students flocked to my less-academic classes on the subject. Having a novel rather than a textbook as the key text for a class was a win-win situation for college students.

I was so embedded in my fantasies of the British retreat and in imagining plots, characters, and plot twists that I didn’t realize for some time that I wasn’t alone at the table. I had picked such a remote spot in the room that was sectioned off by bookshelves so that I usually would have the table to myself. But not today. I was surprised when I looked up to see a young man–the blond I had passed and briefly had eye contact with in the Back Bay Fen park that morning–sitting across and down the table from me. He had his nose in a book. I couldn’t resist speaking to him and not because of his looks, age, or that I’d seen him with the soliciting homeless in the park that morning.

“Do you really find that book interesting?” I asked. I could clearly see the title, Henry’s Guns.

“I have just now picked it up for the first time,” the young man answered. He gave me a nice smile, so I hadn’t disturbed him by asking. There was no one else around close enough to be disturbed either as long as we spoke in low voices.

“What made you pick that book to read?”

“I was looking down the shelves and it caught my eye,” he said. “My name is Hank, which is short for Henry, so I was drawn to this book. I’ve heard of Henry Knox. Colonial times, I think.”

“Did you come in the library to read a book–that book–or to get warm?” I asked. I really wanted to ask if he’d come in to follow me. If so, he was more persistent and clever than his homeless friends in the park were. And I found him intriguing as well as arousing.

The young man shrugged. “I don’t know whether I’ll like the book. I just picked it up. But I don’t mind reading while I’m getting warm.”

“It’s rather a coincidence, you know,” I said.

“How so?” he asked.

“As it happens, I wrote that book.”

“I know,” he said, flashing me a winning smile. “Your photo is on the jacket. I read that far while I was standing at the shelf. I took the book from the shelf because of the title, but I kept it for reading because of your photo on the jacket, Mr. Berkley. Or is that your real name? Not a pen name?”

“Yes, that’s my name.” So, now he knew my name. He’d gotten that off the book too. Somehow that brought him closer to me.

“You came in because of the snow?” I asked. “Is it snowing harder out there?”

“Yes, the snow has picked up,” Hank said. But he didn’t press me further. “Please. Don’t let me stop you from your studies. I can move to another table, if you wish.”

“No, please. Don’t move because of me. I’m flattered you’re reading my book. Please. Stay and continue reading.” I dove back into my studies, and the young man didn’t leave; he obviously was engrossed in reading my book–or was pretending to–which provided a whole new sensation for me, not unpleasant in the least; and I was only able to give half attention to my own studies for the next hour and a half.

It was nearly noon when I gave up. “It’s lunchtime, and I’m hungry,” I said. “I usually eat at Bebop, which is an Irish restaurant across Boylston Street, a block beyond the Berklee College of Music.”

“I know where the college of music is,” he said. “I’ve seen the restaurant before too.”

“Would you like to go there with me? I’d enjoy the company, and I’d like to know what you think of that book so far. It will, of course, be my treat.”

Somewhat to my surprise–but not really; I realized even then that he was on the make, which both flattered and aroused me–Hank agreed. The snow was still coming down and accumulating when we went to lunch. We spent a pleasant hour over lunch while Hank at least pretended that Henry’s Guns was the most engrossing book he’d read in some time. I wondered how much reading a nineteen-year-old homeless boy–yes, I had managed to glean his age from him, although he would tell me no more about his circumstances–did, living rough in the park.

The snow was beginning to pile up as we walked back to the library and settled back into our reading. A little after 4:00 p.m., I stretched and said, “The snow must be quite deep out there now.” I hadn’t really managed any research at all. My afternoon had been taken up in fantasizing possibilities with the young man.

“I’m sure it is,” Hank said, looking up from his book.

“I see you’re not wearing boots.”

“No, I’m not.”

“It must be tough being in the park at night when it snows like this.”

“Yes, I’m sure it is,” he repeated.

What I got from that was that he hadn’t been living in the park long. He probably wasn’t aware yet how rough the life could be in the park at night in the winter. He was a lovely youth. It muğla escort bayan bothered me greatly that he’d be out there in the cold when I’d be just a few blocks away, warm in my quite large apartment. I not only had two bedrooms and a nice, cozy study, but there was a servant’s room off the kitchen, with a full bath, that I wasn’t using.

I had so much and Hank had so little. I was really, of course, falling into old habits. What I wanted was Hank.

“If you want to keep reading that book, I, of course, have a copy in my apartment,” I said. “The library won’t let you take that copy out and you can’t stay here in the night. My place is over toward Fenway Park, just a few blocks beyond the park from here. It’s cold and snowing. I have plenty of room. You could stay in my apartment tonight. You could continue reading the book and telling me what you think about it. That would be very helpful to me. You could–“

“Yes, fine, I accept,” Hank said, flashing me a winning smile.

I could hardly believe it had been that easy–if, of course, I wasn’t misreading him.

* * * *

I didn’t fuck him as soon as the taxi had taken us back to my apartment. I had told myself I didn’t intend on fucking him at all, and I managed to hold out all evening and past the time I settled him in the servant’s room and went to the master bedroom myself, to sleep all alone in my king-sized bed.

It wasn’t easy, though. As soon as we entered the apartment, with him contemplating how nice and nicely furnished the place was–neither of which was something I’d chosen; the university had set it all up–I approached the delicate matter of what I perceived as his homelessness–and how I wanted to relate to him under the circumstances.

“Perhaps you’d like to take a shower. I could find a robe for you and put your clothes in the washer if you like.” I’d shown him where he had a room and bath he could use across the apartment from where I’d be sleeping.

He gave me a rather funny look, but said that would be fine with him. I left the room and waited for him to go into the bath, finding a robe of mine that had always been a bit too small for me and some briefs for him to wear while his clothes were being washed. When he came out of his room while I was in the kitchen alcove off the living and dining area, he was just in the robe. I didn’t realize that until after dinner when we’d both settled in the study, him to read my copy of Henry’s Guns and me to try to pretend that I was composing on the computer, that he wasn’t wearing the briefs I had provided. As he sat in a wing chair, facing me at the desk, he let the robe brush open. He was naked under the robe. His nineteen-year-old body was beautiful. His waist and hips were narrow, his cock and balls perfectly proportioned to his Adonis-like body.

He wasn’t being very subtle. He knew I wanted to fuck him. Just as I wanted to do to the other young homeless men in the park I couldn’t stay away from, he was offering his nubile, small, perfect body to me. He wanted me to fuck him–at least he wanted to compensate me for bringing him in from the cold and feeding him.

I resisted–all evening–managing to make it to bedtime and to guide him to the servant’s bedroom and then to go to my own bedroom. There was, certainly, a lock on my bedroom door, and as he was a complete stranger to me, there was every reason for me to use it. But of course I didn’t.

He came to me in the dark of the night, as if anything that happened in the dark could be denied as ever having happened. I woke to the covers being pulled off my body and a naked Hank lying between my legs, holding my hips between his hands, and sucking my cock. I immediately was lost to him, taking his blond curls in my hands and helping to guide his head as it bobbed on my groin, moaning for him, “Yes, yes, yes. Just like that,” setting my hips into a rocking motion, fucking up into his throat.

When Hank realized I was awake–and not doing anything to stop him–he turned, stretching full length over me, hovering above me on his knees and elbows, and offering his tail to me. I took his cock in my mouth and we sixty-nined until we both were hard as rocks. I grasped his hips and repositioned and raised my face to bury itself between his buttocks cheeks, and I prepared him for penetration. I rolled him over onto his back and repositioned myself on top of him.

He cried out, “Yes, yes, fuck me! Put it in me! Be good to me! Fuck me hard.” I knew he was as much in the throes of passion as I was, as he was fairly growling and writhing under me. And I did what he said he wanted. I grasped his legs under his knees and hooked them onto my hips as I slid my knees under his buttocks, raising his hole to a convenient angle. My bulb lodged at his hole. I then grasped his wrists and pulled his arms over his head, hovering over his small body, and coming in for a kiss on the lips.

He unthinkingly bit me on the lower lip at the moment of penetration and arched his escort muğla back and his head, looking wildly at the ceiling and groaning as I pushed inside him, stretching him. He writhed under me, held in thrall by my hands and more powerful body, as I relentlessly buried myself in his channel and he fought to adjust to me. I pressed my lips into his throat as I forced him to take me. Then, just as I felt he was adjusting to me, I began to plow him–to fuck him in long strokes–as, with a long sigh, he collapsed under me, opening fully to my possession of his body, settled down, and rocked his body against mine, rowing with the fuck.

Later in the night, encountering no resistance from the young man at all, I turned him onto his belly, ran an arm under his waist to pull him up to his hands and knees, mounted him high, and fucked him hard in a doggie position.

The first time was fraught with “should this stop, not carry to the end” nervous tension. The second time it was open and freely enjoyed.

* * * *

In the morning, when I came out of the bedroom hallway, I found that he’d made coffee. He was standing, the robe I’d given him the previous day hanging, open, on his small, naked body and leaning into the frame of the living room window overlooking the narrow green space between the apartment complex and the road. He was looking beyond that, over to the park on the other side of the street, the park where I’d first seen him. He was drinking from a mug and, taking it from his lips, gave me a smile. There were to be no recriminations, which was only right. He’d come to my bed in the night. He could have remained across the apartment in the room behind the kitchen.

On my way into the room, I stopped in the laundry room, so I came into the living room with an apologetic look on my face and his damp clothes in my hand.

“Sorry, I didn’t put the clothes in the dryer last evening. They’re still damp. I’ll put them in there now. It will be a while longer, I’m afraid, before you can wear them.”

“There’s coffee made,” he said. “I found the eggs and the bread too, but I didn’t know when you’d be getting up. It’s still snowing outside, but not too hard.”

“It will probably be too deep to want to walk in without boots, though,” I said. We both knew he hadn’t been wearing boots the previous day.

“Yes, I suppose boots are needed,” he answered.

I took him back in the bedroom and fucked him again. He didn’t resist. In fact, the second time that morning he put me on my back and he rode my cock in a cowboy. We fucked for a half hour every three or four hours for the entire day and through the night, filling in the time between with breakfast, him reading and me computing, lunch, him reading and me computing, dinner, and a movie on the TV, during which I fucked him on the sofa facing the console. He indicated the need and want for it even more often than I did.

He slept on my bed with me that night, although there wasn’t that much sleep happening. I hadn’t had to convince Hank to engage in any of the couplings. He fell right in with them all. He wanted it. He was much younger and more resilient than I was. He wore me out. But he was just too delicious. I couldn’t help myself. I just kept getting hard at the thought of covering him and at the sight of his beautiful small body, and I kept hardening and needing to get off. I hadn’t had sex since I’d arrived in Boston on my sabbatical nearly a month earlier. Everything I wanted from him, he readily gave me.

* * * *

Again, Hank was at the window, leaning into the frame, his too-large robe–no, my robe–open and hanging on his lovely body, and holding a mug of coffee when I came out of the bedroom hallway the next morning. I was carrying his clothes, dry and folded. They’d been left in the dryer all of the previous day and night. Hank hadn’t needed clothes.

I was in a robe too–and naked underneath. My pecker was pretty worn out, though. I don’t know if I could have gotten it up if I had too. I didn’t have to this morning.

“I made scrambled eggs, but I didn’t cook all of the egg batter I’d made,” he said. He smiled again. Once again nothing had happened the previous day that he was going to criticize me for. No “You are an animal,” even though I think I reverted to one in one or more fuck. But he’d been wildly enthusiastic too.

“Thanks,” I said, pouring a mug of coffee and leaning up against the kitchen island. I didn’t want to go close to him. I didn’t want to have the urge to get it up and not be able to because I’d overused it. “Your clothes are here on the chair. All dry.”

We both looked at his folded clothes as if they were what was going to decide for him whether he would put them on and leave. Being ready to wear, though, seemed to be the decision point. They hadn’t really been dirty in the first place now that I thought about that. I wondered why they hadn’t been, if he was homeless. That was my first thought that perhaps he wasn’t.

“It’s stopped snowing and the roads and sidewalks are clear,” he said.

“Maybe the park walks haven’t been cleared and wherever you guys pitch your tents there or whatever are still snow covered.” I said it halfheartedly. I didn’t want him to leave and yet I did. I was confused, and, primarily, I was exhausted and my cock was limp and sore.

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This is another story of my adventures as a high school English teacher before I “graduated” and moved up to become an English professor at a small New England college. I am retired now and thus have some time to indulge in recollections of both.

As in nearly all high schools, one of the English teachers is also expected to be the drama coach. I volunteered for that job since I enjoy drama and was pretty good at directing. Both the junior and senior class put on one play a year. This year, the senior play was to be Arthur Miller’s “The Crucible”, the story of a New England witch hunt and infidelity. It was a play that I admitted greatly.

I was lucky in the auditions to find two students who looked older than their 18 years. The girl, Beth, an excellent scholar, would be good for the wife Elizabeth, and the captain of the football team, Josh, who amazingly had a brain as well as athletic ability, was perfect as the main character, John Proctor, husband of Elizabeth.

The third main part was that of the younger girl, Abigail, who tempts John Proctor from his marriage. Another perfect selection was Cricket. Actually, her name was Charlotte, but she hated that name, and so she called herself “Cricket.”

Cricket was one of those petite beauties you would notice immediately. She was only about five foot six and weighed about 105 pounds. She was like a little doll with a beautiful innocent face, blonde hair, and a pretty little figure. She had just recently turned 18—which turned out to be lucky for me, something I didn’t know then—but looked more like sixteen. She had the kind of delicate beauty that would have turned any man from his marriage. Luckily again, I was not married.

After three weeks, we were about halfway through the rehearsals. We had finished the after-school rehearsal for that day, but I stayed in the auditorium for the next hour studying some plans that the construction crew had given me for the set. As far as I knew, I was the only person in the school. But that was not correct.

Before leaving, I went down to the dressing rooms under the stage to turn off the lights. No one was in the boys’ side, but when I went into the girls’ side, I found to my surprise that Cricket was still there—and still in costume, a gray linsey-woolsey type dress that went all the down to her ankles. She was sitting at the table in the center of the room and studying her script.

“What are you still doing here?” I asked.

She looked up. “Oh, Mr. Baxter. I was studying my part. I guess I didn’t realize how late it was getting.”

“I have to close up. Can I give you a ride home?”

“That would great, but I have to get out of this dress and hang it up.”

“I’ll wait for you upstairs then. Turn off the lights before you come.”

“No, wait. I have some important questions I need to ask you. Also, I can’t get out of this dress by myself. The buttons in the back are hard to unfasten. I always have to get someone to do it for me.”

“Okay.” I stepped forward as she turned around to face the lockers, and I unfastened the five buttons down to her waist. As I had suspected from the look of the front, she wore no bra.

“Remember when you told us we should try to make our costume as authentic as possible from head to toe and even under the costume?”

“Yes.”

“Well, this is my question.” To my surprise, she pulled herself out of the dress and pushed it down to her ankles. Now she was clad only in white bikini panties. She opened the locker, picked up the dress and hung it up.

Then, also to my surprise, she turned around with her hands covering her small breasts. I quickly backed up. This was beginning to get a little uncomfortable.

“The problem is this.” She lowered her right hand and snapped the waistband of her panties. Now I could see her beautiful pink nipple, which was about the size of a quarter. “This doesn’t look like what an earlier settler would wear, does it?”

I shook my head.

“I looked up what people wore at that time from a book at the library, and I think my mother can make what I need out of an old white pillowcase. But in the meantime, I should get rid of these, right?” She snapped the waistband again.

“I guess so…” I murmured.

“Okay.” She took the other hand away from her breast and hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and pushed them down until they draped around her ankles. Then she stepped out of them and put her hands at her sides.

I could not believe it. Now she was clad in nothing, and I could see from her little tuft of pubic hair that she was a real blonde. “I’d better wait upstairs,” I said.

“I don’t mind if you stay here while I get dressed. Why don’t you just have a seat?”

Reluctantly, I did as she suggested. She stood there, completely naked and started to blush a little. This may have been the first time she had been naked before a man.

“Are you going to get dressed?” I asked.

“In a minute, but first I have something to tell you and then something to ask you.”

I did not reply. I was still feasting rize escort my eyes on her bare body and her cute little bush. She made no attempts to cover anything.

“I don’t think you should be doing this,” I said, “And I don’t think I should be here…”

“I’m sure there’s no one in the school but us, and the janitors don’t come in until five.”

“I HOPE no one’s here. If anyone saw this, you would be expelled from school, and I probably would be fired.”

“No one’s going to see us. What I wanted to tell you is that I’ve had a crush on you since I was a freshman. I naturally thought nothing would come of it until I got my idea.”

“Which is?”

“I want you to have sex with me.”

“What?!”

“I want you to have sex with me.”

“In God’s name why? I’m old enough to be your father.”

“You’re not that old. How old are you?”

“Forty-eight.”

“See? That’s not that old. I want to see what it’s like. I’ve been out with boys here at the school, but I don’t like any of them that much, and if I have sex with one of them just to do it, I know he’s going to brag all over the school about it.”

“What do you mean you want to see what it’s like? Are you still a virgin?”

She paused. “Well, I’ve done things with boys, but I guess that technically I’m still a virgin. But I don’t want to be.” she added quickly.

“And you want me to do it. You want to give me your virginity.”

“I don’t want it anymore, so I would be very grateful if you would take it. I’m eighteen now, so it’s perfectly legal. And I know you’re not married, so there’s no infidelity involved. I like and admire you. I want to do it with a mature man, not a boy. I know that you would be gentle—and that you wouldn’t go around the school bragging about it.”

“You can be sure of that….What about oral sex? Have you done that?”

“I’ve done it—but only a couple of times.”

“Having sex with a student is one of the most forbidden things a teacher can do.”

“I wouldn’t tell anyone—obviously.”

“I should report you to the principal and have you expelled. But word of that would soon get all around the school, so I don’t think that’s a good idea for either one of us. But I don’t think there is a teacher alive who has not fantasized about doing it with a student.”

“I would really appreciate it.”

“I know that I’ll never get this chance again—particularly with a girl as beautiful as you—so even though I know I should say no…I’m going to say yes.”

“Great!” She clapped her hands, the perfect little naked cheerleader.

“Where would you want to do it?”

She looked around. “Here? I’m already naked.”

“Yes, I noticed that, but I don’t want to do it here. It’s too dangerous and also not very comfortable. I said I would drive you home, but how about I drive you to my house instead? I’m the only one who lives there, and I can drive right into the garage so no one will see you.”

“That sounds perfect.”

“Can you call home from there and tell them you will be a little late?”

“Sure, I do that all the time when I’m going to stop at the library first.”

“It also would help if you would put some clothes on.”

“I’ll do that too,” she said with a smile.

“Just looking at you makes me want to throw you down on the floor and ravish you.”

She smiled. “That would be nice, but just like you said: It might be a little uncomfortable.”

“Get dressed. I’ll wait for your upstairs.”

“Okay, but one more thing.”

“What’s that?”

“You said you’ve fantasized about doing it with a student.”

“I didn’t say that. I said most teachers probably have.”

“Including you.”

“…Yes.”

“Have you ever fantasized about kissing a naked student.”

“Of course not.”

“Would you like to? Because I wouldn’t mind sealing our agreement with a kiss.”

How could I resist? I walked over to her and put my arms around her. Her skin was so soft. The top of her head only came up to my chin. I leaned down and gently kissed her—and she kissed back. I suddenly realized it was one of the most erotic things that I had ever done. And I realized to my shock that I was getting an erection. I hoped she didn’t notice. Actually, I hoped she did. I kiss her again. “Now get dressed,” I said softly. “And turn out the lights.”

“Okay.”

I went back up the stairs, hardly believing that I was going to do this. I knew that I shouldn’t do it, but I ask you, dear reader, what would you have done? Never mind, I know what you would have done—and that was what I was going to do.

I sat in the auditorium, and she arrived about ten minutes later, dressed in the usual high school garb of jeans that looked like they had been tailored to her and a gray sweatshirt with the name of the school on it.

“Ready!” she said with a smile.

I did not reply but led her out to the parking lot and to my car.

When we reached my house, I pressed the garage door opener and drove into the garage. Then I pressed it to close.

“Here escort rize we are,” I said, “I’ll show you the house and my study first if you would like.”

“Yes, I would like that.”

After entering the kitchen, I went to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle. “Would you like a glass of cold Chardonnay? I’m sure it’s illegal for me to offer you that, but it’s a minor offense compared to what I’m going to do to you.”

“And what is that?” she asked with a smile.

I poured two goblets of the wine and handed one to her. Then I leaned over her and in a quiet voice, I said: “I’m going to fuck your brains out.”

Her mouth opened, and she actually did look shocked. “That doesn’t sound very romantic. I never heard you use language like that.”

“There’s a first time for everything—as a virgin might say.”

“Well, if you’re going to ‘f’ my brains out, that shouldn’t take very long.”

“I agree.” I held up my glass and clinked it to hers. “Actually, I will try to be as kind and tender to you as I can.”

“I know you will,” she said, returning the clink.

I raised my glass again. “To you and your courage.”

She raised her glass. “To you and your kindness.”

We both drank. “Go use the phone and make your excuse. It’s over there on the wall.”

“Okay.”

“If you would like another glass of wine afterwards, help yourself. It might help to relax you.”

“Good idea.”

I took my wine and went into the living room so she could have privacy. I wondered in my vast collection of CDs what would seem romantic to a young virgin. I picked out Mozart’s 21st Piano Concerto and put it on, second movement. She had probably never heard it. Then, as the music started, I sat down to wait.

“Done,” she said as she entered the living room a few minutes later. “I drank all of my wine and poured myself another.”

“Good, but that’s all that you get. I don’t want you going home smelling of liquor.”

She looked around. “You have a lovely house.”

“Thank you.”

“How long have you lived here?”

“About twenty-five years. My wife and I bought it, but then she died in an automobile accident five years ago.”

“I’m so sorry to hear about that. I already knew about it though when I asked about you?”

“Who did you ask?”

“An older student a year ago. I wanted to find out if you were married.”

“So you’ve been planning this for some time.”

“Yes.”

I sighed. “Bring your wine. I’ll show you the rest of the house.” She followed as I showed her the dining room, the kitchen, and my library/den, all four walls of which were covered with bookcases and books.

“Wow, what a lot of books,” she said.

“Yes, I spend a lot of time here.”

Then she followed me upstairs, and I showed her the guest room, the bathroom and the master bedroom with its beautiful double bed. “This bed was especially made to deflower virgins,” I said.

She turned with a smile. “Really?”

“Well, it is now.” I sat in the chair across from the bed. “Speaking of which, I would like to have the pleasure of watching you undress.”

She put down her glass. “I wish I was a lot better dressed than this,” she said, looking at her jeans. “This doesn’t seem the right outfit to lose your virginity in.”

“But your birthday suit will look perfect.”

She didn’t get it at first, then she smiled. “You’re right. How clever of you to think of that.”

“We seducers are very glib with our tongues—as you will find out.”

She took a deep breath. “OK, here goes. I’m not used to this, you know.” She pulled off her sweatshirt and put it on the chair beside the bed, As before, she was braless, and I finally had the opportunity without embarrassment to actually look at her breasts. They were small with little pink nipples, but they perfectly matched her petite frame.

Then she pushed off her sneaks with her feet, unfastened the button at the top of her jeans, pulled down the zipper, and pushed her jeans down to her ankles. Then she stepped out of them. Finally, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties.

“No wait, come over here,” I said.

Looking puzzled, she walked over to stand in front of me.

“I don’t think there is a male teacher in America who would not want to do this: pull down the panties of his prettiest student.” I hooked MY thumbs into the sides of her panties and slowly pulled them down until the golden hairs sprang forth. Now I had the opportunity of looking at her pussy without shame. “You have the prettiest little bush I have ever seen,” I said as I pulled her panties the rest of the way down.

“I never heard it called that,” she said as she stepped out of her panties.

“A lot of the other terms sound vulgar.”

“Yes, you’re right.”

I stood up, walked over to the bed and pulled back the coverlet and the blanket.

“Do you want to cover the sheet with something?” she asked.

“Are you kidding? I intend to cut it out and have it framed.”

She laughed. rize escort bayan

I picked her up, turned her around and deposited her on the top of the sheet. “I guess I should get undressed too,” I said.

“Yes, you should.”

“This is a matter we should have brought up earlier, but you don’t have to worry about me using a condom. I had a vasectomy a couple of years before my wife died, so since then I’m only shooting blanks. There’s no way I can get you pregnant.”

“Good. I was so concerned about other things that I completely forgot about that.”

“Well don’t forget about it again. If you’re going to do it with a boy your own age or older, make sure he is wearing a condom if you don’t want to get pregnant. It’s a good idea to carry one of your own as well.”

“Okay. You’re such a wonderful teacher.”

“Yeah, right.”

Luckily, I was a daily visitor after class to the school gym, so I was in good shape for my age. I unbuttoned my flannel shirt, tossed it down to the floor, then unbelted and unzipped my khaki trousers and pushed them down, pushing off my loafers at the same time. Even though I was still wearing my jockeys, I realized that I had a semi hard erection already. “This is your last chance to change your mind,” I said as I put my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts.

“I won’t change my mind.”

“Okay.” I pushed them down. “As you can see, you’ve already given me an erection just by my looking at you.”

“Good.”

I climbed up on the bed beside her. “But you’re going to give me more of an erection. Know how?”

“Oral sex?”

“You got it. What you kids call a blow job.”

“Yes—that is what we ‘kids’ call it.”

I straddled her naked legs and scooted up until my cock was in front of her face. She put her little hands around the base of it, moved forward and put the rest of it into her mouth.

Now she may not have been the most experienced little cocksucker in the world, but she certainly made up for it in her desire to do a good job. She sucked as hard as she could and even managed to twirl her tongue around it without my having to ask her. Within a minute I was as hard as I had ever been. Since I am nearly seven inches long and about an inch and a quarter wide, she gagged a little bit but continued sucking.

“I would love to come in your mouth,” I said, “But perhaps we could save that for another day since I have other intentions for this fine erection you have created.” I reluctantly withdrew from her mouth.

“It would be a lot easier for you if you’re well lubricated,” I said. “We can take care of that by my doing what you just did to me and hopefully arousing your internal juices. The more turned on you get, the easier it will be for you.”

“I’m already turned on. Do you want to feel it?”

“Yes.” I scooted back a little and gently inserted my middle finger into her tight slit. She was right about that. Tight she might have been, but she was also warm and wet inside.

“Great. So you still want to do it?”

“Of course.”

I moved back further, took her ankles and spread her legs. What a lovely little muffin she had. I knelt down and began licking her down-covered nether lips. She began to breathe more deeply. Finally, I pushed my tongue inside her, and she began to moan softly. I looked up. She had closed her eyes as if to concentrate on what I was doing. After a few more minutes of my tonguing and probing, she was as wet as any young virgin could get. I knelt up between her thighs. “Ready?”

“Yes.”

“Pull you feet back and lift up your hips.”

She did so, lifting her little muffin about six inches above the sheet. I put my left arm under her to help hold her up, then took my erect member and eased it gently into her wet slit. After pushing it in about three inches, I could feel the obstruction. I grasped the sides of her hips tightly to keep her from moving back. I knew that this was not the time to be gentle, so I suddenly thrust forward and into her as hard as I could.

“Ahhhh!” she cried, opening her eyes.

I had buried my cock in her all the way to the hilt, so that our pubic hairs mingled. She was no longer a virgin.

A tear trickled down her cheek from the corner of her eye.

“Once you heal, which won’t take long, it won’t hurt any more, and you’ll find more pleasure in sex than anything else in the world,” I said, “As long as it’s with the right person.”

“I know that. I found the right person for the first time.”

“I’m glad you feel that way. Do you mind if I move it in and out of you slowly?”

“No.”

So that’s what I did. I pulled it out slowly so that only the head was in and looked down at my shaft. She was a virgin all right. There was the smear of blood to prove it. I moved my cock back in and then slowly repeated the in-and-out movement another dozen times.

“Ummmm,” she murmured.

But finally, I could stand it no longer and shot off deep inside her.

“I could feel that,” she said. “If I had wanted to get pregnant, and you hadn’t had a vasectomy, that would have done it.”

“Pity then that we didn’t meet twenty years ago—at the same age.”

“Yes, it’s a pity. I could easily have fallen in love with you.”

“And I with you.”

“I guess we’ll just have to be satisfied with lust—since I’m the one who started all this.”

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*This follows directly from Ch1, but Ch1 isn’t strictly required to enjoy this story.*

“I got caught,” he decided to put, as he looked up from his phone to see he was nearly back at the campsite, explaining why the path had become busier in the last few minutes. No-one had seemed to notice his stained shorts, his flushed face, which he was sure still had bits of cum on it, and that thrilled him. It was if a switch had been turned on in his mind, and sexual risk was now acceptable.

“I saw. Looks like you had fun!”

“I did. What you doing now?” Jeff replied, feeling himself getting hard at turning this unknown man on.

“Coming to you.” Was the immediate reply. “Where are you?”

Jeff was back at the campsite now, and so, still feeling horny as hell, he messaged back the address of the campsite, followed by a photo of his tent so the guy knew where he was. He quickly extended his stay at the site for another night, not wanting to get fined for not leaving in time, and the climbed into his tent.

The tent amplified the morning sun, and it was warm within. Sitting there nervously, Jeff felt himself getting hard at the thought of what was to come. Quickly, he stripped off, throwing his clothes into the corner of the tent, and lying on his soft sleeping bag, let his hand wander to his growing cock. Despite thinking he should save himself, he soon found himself lying onto one side, phone out, and slowly stroking his dick as he looked at the pictures once more. As he scrolled through the photos of him being fucked by a stranger in the woods, he replayed the feeling of the dick thrusting into his ass, filling him completely, the sound of their bodies slapping together as the man had thrust in and out of him.

He couldn’t help himself, his hand began to pump faster and faster, his breathing more ragged and his face flushed, and he was just about to cum, when a voice called out from the tent door.

“You dirty boy!”

Jeff looked up in surprise at the voice, but was too far gone, and with a final moan, he came, squirting his cum in wave after wave over his stomach. Guiltily, he let his hand drop from his cock as he saw the other man watching him with a smile on his face from the tent niğde escort porch. Jeff had left the door open in readiness for guy’s arrival, he recognised the face now, but had forgotten as he’d wanked off, and realised with start, anyone could have seen him.

“Looks like you started without me,” the man smiled, pushing his flip flops off his feet, and crawling head first into the tent.

Jeff was lying flat in the middle of the tent, and the man’s actions in entering the tent naturally took him headfirst towards Jeff’s body.

“Let me help you with that,” he smiled, and leant forward, and trailed his tongue along Jeff’s stomach, licking up the congealing cum.

Jeff shivered as the tongue teased his skin, tracing across his stomach as the other man lapped up his load. He just lay there until the man had finished, looking down at the short brown hair on the top of the man’s head.

Within moments the cum was gone, and the man looked up. Shuffling forward, he made his way further into the tent, until he was rest on his arms and legs directly over Jeff.

“Well it’s nice to meet you,” the guy smiled, and then leant forward, his lips reaching to Jeff’s.

Almost unconsciously Jeff opened his mouth in reply, feeling the tongue dart into his mouth, slowly at first but with increasing fervour. His own tongue replied, pushing into the other man’s mouth, tasting him as he did. This was a different kiss to any woman he had kissed. It was so much more masculine, stronger, more powerful as they continued to devour each other. He could taste his cum on the other man’s mouth, and the liquid mixed with their saliva passed between their two mouths as they kissed.

The other man broke their kiss, and sitting upright pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing a tanned lean figure. He bent down again and their kiss resumed, their naked chests pressed against each other, their sweat mingling.

Craig didn’t know how long they were making out, but he could feel his dick growing hard between them, and he could feel the other man’s cock pressed hard between them as well. Breaking for air, he panted, “Fuck me,” before smashing their lips back together.

The other man niğde escort bayan responded in kind, crushing their lips together as they deeply kissed for a moment or two more, before rolling to the side of Craig and quickly pulling his own shorts off.

Craig looked on the man’s dick sprung free; it’s cut head engorged as its length hardened. This was all he could see before the guy took his hips and flipped him onto his front.

Without thinking, Craig pushed up onto his knees, so that his ass was thrust upwards, his head resting on his arms. He felt the other man’s hands roaming on his ass, gently squeezing and caressing them.

“Looks like you’re already for me,” the guy said, seeing Craig’s still gaping ass. “You didn’t even clean up for me,” he added, seeing the congealed cum smeared over his ass hole and legs, “I like it.”

Craig felt the hard dick against his ass, the other man rubbing it against his cheeks, and he pushed his ass back, eager to feel it inside of him. The man continued to tease for a moment or two more, before slowly pressing it into Craig’s gaping ass.

The cum from his previous fucking helped lubricate the man’s dick, and he slid all the way in, his body slapping against Craig’s ass.

“Ahh,” Craig moaned in pleasure, as he squeezed his ass to feel the dick inside of him. The man pulled back, and again slowly slid his full length into Craig’s ass. Each time he pulled almost all the way out, Craig felt empty, before being filled deeply as the cock slid back into his ass. He was pushing back with abandon now, wanting to feel every inch of the guy’s cock.

Sweat was drenching his face now, dripping from every pore in his body as the other man increased his pace, pulling out less now before slamming fully into his ass

“thwack thwack thwack,” the noise echoed through the tent as their dripping bodies came together, both of them breathing hard. Craig’s dick was hard again, swinging with abandon in time to the thrusts.

He felt the guy’s dick come out of him fully, before hearing “turn over.”

Pushing his head up, he rolled onto his back, looking up as the older man knelt above him. The man’s body was drenched in escort niğde sweat, his tanned body glistening, his chest rising and falling as he panted in for air.

Suddenly, he felt the guy pulling him closer, lifting his legs from the floor until they were resting on the guy’s chest. This lifted his ass level with the guy’s dick, and he thrust forward again, fucking Craig in the new position.

He wrapped both arms around Craig’s legs, holding them upright as he continued to plough Craig’s ass. Craig’s dick was swinging from side to side, rock hard as their bodies merged once more. Looking up, he watched as the man thrust forward, feeling his dick thrusting deep into his body. The man’s eyes were looking down at Craig, smiling, his face sparking with sweat, as he panted for breath.

Craig too was panting, as moans of pleasure constantly escaped his mouth. He couldn’t help himself, and reached out, grabbing his flailing dick in one hand, and began to wank off in time to the thrusts. He tried to hold back, but he couldn’t stop, and with a growing pressure building, after one final thrust from the man, he came, spurting his cum over his stomach and chest once more.

This must have tipped the guy over the edge, Craig felt one final thrust, before he stayed buried deep in Craig’s ass, and came. For the second time that day, Craig felt waves of cum spurting into his gaping ass, and he squeezed his muscles to pump the cock dry.

The guy let go of his legs, and it was only then that Craig felt how exhausted he was, letting his legs flop to the floor as the guy pulled his dick from Craig’s ass, trailing cum from it as he did, letting it drop onto the sleeping bag below. Craig lay there, body aglow, catching his breath. The man was doing the same, kneeling upright taking short sharp breaths.

“That’s a fine ass,” he finally said, “if you want to do this again before you head home, let me know.”

“What about now?” Craig said, strangely not sated.

“Ah you know, things to see, people to do,” the guy laughed, and Craig looked up to see the man had donned his clothes once more. With that, he stepped out of the tent, leaving Craig alone once more.

Flopping back onto his sleeping bag, he smiled to himself, enjoying the post sex glow. A minute later his phone pinged, and idly grabbing it he saw the guy had sent a message. Opening it, he laughed when he saw more picture messages, this time with the guy’s dick buried in him, the glow of the tent clearing showing it was from recently.

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My closest girlfriend — the only person besides myself who knew some of the surreptitious details — asked me what possible reason I had in seeing a married man.

“You’re playing with fire, girl,” said Stephanie, a woman I met in high school and whose friendship I treasure years later. “It can only lead to trouble! Trouble, with a Capital T.”

Steph didn’t know all the details of my relationship with K. Linford Little. Heck, she didn’t even know about my clandestine relationship with my former boss until after I had broken up with the man. It was in the weeks following the breakup where I revealed to the woman how I had been seeing my former boss for several years, how I fell in love with him, and how I broke things off when I finally came to the realization that my objective and his weren’t in tandem.

I had wanted something long term, while he was using me for a fling, and that was that.

Stephanie was understanding and supportive at the time. But, months later, when I resumed my relationship with Mr. Little, she was anything but. She emphatically told me that being with a married man who had no desire for anything other than “secretive companionship” was a prelude to disaster.

I, on the other hand, looked at it in a different way. Unlike the old days when I really thought I’d one day become Mrs. Little number two, the new me and the new relationship with the man was completely different. We were, well, play toys for each other, getting together for friendship, companionship and, yes, sex. With no strings attached.

Mr. Little remained married to wife number one and only, I dated several guys before hooking up with and eventually moving in with a great guy, and from time to time my former boss and I would secretively get together for some secluded rendevous.

It’s not easy to explain my need to see Mr. Little or his need to see me. Sure, our brief time together normally ended in a sexual situation, but that’s not the only reason for our serendipity. The sex was great, satisfying and wonderful, but the time together was too. We liked very much our time together. For me, I went home with my head held high and with great memories after each meeting.

Well, at least most of the time. Sometimes, though, I sensed my good friend Stephanie might have been a little bit more than correct in her assessment of my walking the tightrope of danger and trouble my having an affair with a married man. Especially given some of the settings for our meetings.

As mentioned in prior stories, Mr. Little and I agreed early in our relationship that his office was not the appropriate place for us to, uh, frolic. That is where it all began, of course, back in the days when I worked for the man years my senior. But we quickly realized that the danger of being caught in the act in his office was something that would not be career enhancing to either of us. So we took our show on the road, so to speak, meeting in mall parking lots, no-tell motels, parks, recreation centers. Of course we found many ways to mess around in his car, getting into all kinds of compromising positions, acting like horny teenagers. I think the car and sex go together, always have, as just the naughtiness of being in a semi-public location with the threat of being caught sends good shivers up my spine and excites my love buds.

I’ve chronicled a number of these activities and locations, but what happened Saturday was an outright doozy of a situation. It’s one that still gives me chills and, of course, brings Stephanie to mind, lecturing me on being stupid.

At 9 a.m. my cell phone rang, and Mr. Little asked if I could talk. “Hi sweetie, can you talk?”

I was on my way to a hair appointment, and hearing his voice made me smile. It had been a week since we had been together, and while we had talked a couple times I longed for a little more. Soon I realized I could have it, as his wife had taken the kids to a friends for the day and he would be able to slip away. Could I?

“Of course, honey…when…where?”

We agreed to meet at a train station parking lot near a local park. It was one of our usual meeting places, and we would move from there and take one car to the park, allowing us to keep our two vehicles away from each other as not to draw the suspicion of people who knew me since it was dangerously close to my house while being a decent distance away from his.

Mr. Little arrived first, and I slid to a stop in the space next to his apparently minutes behind his arrival. Entering his car, we embraced and quickly began making out like long-separated lovers. No pleasantries this day, just kissy face, hands feeling and heavy breathing. When we finally came up for air we moved apart a bit an talked about what had been going on in our respective lives — nothing too new nor different, but interesting conversation. All the while Mr. Little stroked my thigh, not in a sexual way but more in a pleasant, warm way.

Normally after a sakarya escort bit of conversation we’d drive over to the park, a secluded spot, or our favorite walking path. This day Mr. Little had no interest in moving, and we continued our conversation interspersed with a few kisses and an occasional hug.

The still of the morning, complete with its birds chirping broken up when in the distance I heard the sound of an approaching train. I couldn’t tell if it was a freight train or a passenger train, but it didn’t matter to Mr. Little. He had this thing about trains.

You might remember my story about us embracing on a bike path not far from where we were parked this Saturday. That’s the time when I felt a breeze on my backside while kissing the man. A passenger train was chugging past before I realized the little rascal had lifted my skirt, bearing my behind to startled (I suspected) passengers on the left side of the train. On another occasion Mr. Little had me go down on him along that same path when a train went by…but at least on that occasion we really weren’t in plain view. We might have been caught by spying eyes, but it was unlikely, and we quickly moved to safer surroundings once the train had past.

Now, you must understand that I am not an exhibitionist by rule. Yes, we’ve had our little sexual escapades in semi-public locations, but always with an eye toward safety. And while we had been observed on a couple occasions by the spying eyes of accidental voyeurs, we did make an attempt to stay in the background and not openly get caught doing the nasty.

Mr. Little asked me to go down on him in a hurry before the train came past. It didn’t take time for me to deliberate, it actually sounded fun. Heck, nobody would probably see me in his lap anyway and the thought of giving a passenger a chance quick thrill was too much to decline. I looked around, calculated that nobody was in our general vicinity and that the nearest passing cars would be more than 50 yards away. I guessed this little escapade would only last a couple minutes before we moved to a less visible location, and besides, if a car turned in or if by chance someone walked or rode their bike into the parking lot my observant boss would alert me before we were caught.

Coast clear, my ex-boss unzipped his trousers and reached into his boxers, pulling out his semi- hard cock as I licked my lips and maneuvered onto my knees on the passenger side. Then, holding myself up on one arm on his seat while resting my other elbow on the top of his mid-section, I slowly and tantalizingly lowered my head toward his manhood.

“Hurry, honey, hurry,” begged the man as the train approached. “Suck my dick!”

Gee, with a request like that what girl could resist? I licked the tip of his hardening cock, then ovaled my mouth and slowly sucked in his dick as I heard Mr. Little moan from above. It didn’t matter how many times I sucked his cock, it always gave me a thrill. I knew from experience he loved it too, as his dick twitched and I could hear him begin to breath heavily.

As per the norm, I began rocking and bobbing my head, bathing his cock with my saliva as I alternated sucks with licks. Mr. Little then reached over and began fondling my backside, switching between gentle grabs and light spanking. As the train approached I though we might present quiet a sight in the front seat of his car if observed from the right angle.

I continued to carefully suck my favorite dick as Mr. Little reached down and lifted my skirt, pulling it up to my mid-section. He then slithered his hand into my blue cotton Bare Necessities panties and began fondling my ass. He slid several fingers up and down the crack as I continued my assault on his self-proclaimed big banana.

“It’s a freight train, Robyn, here it comes,” said my boss, who I remember thinking should have been a play-by-play announcer. Mr. Little had this thing about talking dirty during our little escapades. So much so he would apologize in advance for some of the name-calling he would lovingly do. “Oh, yea, baby, suck my dick you cocksucker. Don’t stop. Oh yea.”

I continued to slowly bob my head on his manhood, and I felt his other hand begin caressing my hair. He’d run his fingers through by brown mane, then bunch some of it up in to a little pigtail of sorts and pull on it before pushing my head back down.

“Oh honey it looks like a long train, you’ll be sucking for a while, but that doesn’t bother you, does it? You love to suck cock!” said my ex-boss as moaned out an answer and then continued to fellate the always horny man. “God you’re a great cocksucker. Oh yea, that feels great.”

There is something about a cock in my mouth which makes me tingle. I think it is the control factor, I am in charge. He needs me, he received pleasure, but I am the boss, not him. I continued to suck him off but noticed, quite surprisingly, his dick was a bit softer than its sakarya escort bayan rock-hard state of seconds before.

“Oh that feels so good, Rob…he sees us, the engineer sees us, oh my he’s doing a double take,” said my ex-boss as he pushed his mid-section off the car seat and pulled my head up a bit. It was almost as if he was showing the engineer! Of course, I immediately thought this was just idle fantasy, and that Mr. Little was merely playing with my mind. But who knows, maybe the man did get an eye full. Who knows? I just keep doing my duty. “Oh my what a show he got, you sucking my dick.”

As I heard the cars of the train clickety clack past our parked car, I concentrated on my ex- boss’ dick. It was now a slow, sensual blow job, as the urgency seemed to pass along with the engine car. Now Mr. Little slowed his bouncing to a stop, and I was able to suck on his dick without worrying about being impaled on his manhood.

I was lost in the act, but after a bit realized the train had past. Mr. Little continued to moan out dirty nothings, which was music to my ears. I actually got off on his dirty words. He continued to play with my ass cheeks, then pulled me over a little closer and slipped my panties down my thighs. Then his probing fingers found my pussy.

That, friends, was hot. Yes, his dick was pulsing in my mouth, but the sensations his fingers started with their strumming of my wet clit were not only naughty but exciting. His thumb rubbed against my clit as at least two fingers played with my fleshy sex spot. My eyes were closed as I savored the digitally induced stimulation. Mr. Little has magic fingers, it’s a simple as that. They bring me up and down, always hotter and hotter, until I explode.

Saturday was no exception, as my pussy tingled as he played his loving finger tune on my hot wet sex. He worked his fingers perfectly, taking me higher, leveling me off and then bringing me to the ultimate explosion.. I lifted my head off his dick when I came, spouting out a litany of superlatives as first one and then two orgasms shook my body.

Telling the man he was wonderful was one thing, but actions speak louder than words. At least that’s the theory once I caught my breath. I kissed Mr. Little, then got back to business, dropping my head into his lap. His dick had petered a bit, but soon my mouth brought it back to full mast as I licked, nibbled and stroked his cock. I loved sucking him off, and often thought about how some of my friends didn’t like oral sex. Stephanie, for one, did it, but always complained about having to do it. I would laugh and kid her to forget about cooking, the quickest way to a man’s heart was through his dick. And no quicker way than orally.

Still, there is too much of a good thing, especially when the mouth muscles are involved. I mean, on Saturday I must have been going down on him for more than 30 minutes without the sense of a sticky volcano-like eruption. On several occasions I lifted off to catch my breath and rest my lips and cheeks, but quickly Mr. Little begged me for more.

My mouth ached, but I was up for the test. I remember smiling and taking my favorite fall with renewed interest when he told me how much he loved me and how great my mouth was and how lucky he was to have me and a bunch of other verbal bouquets. My mind wandered as I sucked him, thinking how good his fingers felt and how much I loved going down on his dick.

Lost in our coupling neither of us heard a thing from our surroundings until there was a loud TAP TAP TAP on the driver side window of the car. I nearly choked on my man’s cock as he was startled and pushed up while I was pushing down.

“Fuck!” was all I heard from above as I scurried to push back onto the passenger side, my skirt tucked up into my waistband. Watching intently was a man who turned out to be a smug railroad officer who told Mr. Little to open his window and then ordered both us to put our hands on the dashboard.

Mr. Little’s now shriveled dick had all but disappeared from view, but his pants were clearly open. I finally noticed the show I was giving the man, and asked if I could make myself presentable.

“It’s okay if she gets dressed, isn’t it Roy?” asked the officer, and for the first time I noticed another man to my right. The men watched intently as I reached down, pulled up my panties, and attempted to modestly smooth out my skirt.

Busted!

I could see Mr. Little shaking, and I wasn’t much better. I needed a drink! Or for this bad dream to go away.

The two men looked at us while Mr. Little stammered something about us just kissing and holding each other after a walk in the park. The unnamed officer, through, cut short my ex-boss’ explanation.

“We received a report from one of our engineers that a girl was, as he said it, orally coupling with a man in this parking lot. He said they were in plain site and anyone could stumble upon escort sakarya them. Now, you two haven’t seen anyone like that, have you?”

I remember stuttering something as I noticed the sly smile on “Roy” face to my right. Heck, there was no question who the engineer had seen, these two had caught us in the act. Who knows how long these two guys had been watching? I was terrified they’d haul us in to railroad jail or something, or, worse yet, have a little discussion with the current Mrs. Little. That would not be marriage enhancing.

The men lectured us about the dangers of playing in public before telling us stay put as they retreated to their official looking automobile. Glancing over, we could tell they were in a discussion or some sort, and Mr. Little feared our little relationship would soon be kaput or broadcast throughout the tri-state area. He had more to lose than me, but I can assure you I wasn’t immune from worry. What would my current employers think of me after my name made the papers. Heck, what would my co-workers think. I would be the laughing stock for many, and I’m sure the taunting would be embarrassing at the least.

Resigned to begging their forgiveness, we were surprised when only one of the officers returned to our car.

“Ok, I’ve been in your situation before,” said the official sounding man. “This is private property, and you two are trespassing. Use this as your final warning on that issue. If we ever find you two here again, without a train ticket, you are not going to like the consequences. Sir, it was your misfortune to have been observed by one of our holy roller engineers, who thinks you should be damned to hell or something. And you, Miss, while very, er, talented I must say, should be a little more aware of your surroundings before, getting into a fellating situation.”

The man paused, probably for effect, but he had our attention. “This is not the place for your shenanigans, understand? You might look for a little more secluded place, know what I mean?”

We both nodded our understanding and agreement. We promised never to visit this lot again unless we were heading to board a train. We thanked him for giving us a break.

Then came the bombshell.

“Okay, enough…but I know you weren’t finished the, er, task you were working on. And Roy and I, well, are having a little coffee break over there,” said the man, pointing to the car. “We wouldn’t mind keeping a lookout, for, say, 10 minutes or so while you two lovebirds finish your business. No chance of being interrupted that way.”

Mr. Little declined the offer, but the officer implied it wasn’t an option. “Like I said, we’re going to be over there watching over things. You have 10 minutes. It’s okay, honey, nobody’s gonna tell or anything,” said the man with a smile. Seems our two officers were kicking us out, but wanted a little bit of a show before we left.

I shrugged, reaching over to Mr. Little’s pants where I began stroking his soft underwear. The officer smiled at my initiative, turned, and walked back to his squad car.

“Do you believe these two, Mr. Little?”

“No, but I think we better do as he says!” replied my former boss.

I have to admit that getting Mr. Little back into the mood took quiet some coddling and expertise. The mood was gone, and while the will was there his dick wasn’t cooperating. I glanced at the squad car, and sure enough the twosome had coffee and donuts and were enjoying our tentativeness. The older one nodded as I smiled in their direction, and he sort of said, it’s okay, go ahead. Why not?

Pulling out Mr. Little’s shriveled dick, I once again climbed onto the passenger side seat and lowered my head. It wasn’t long before my ex-boss’ cock began to lengthen, and after my oral ministrations soon became hard. I blew him for a couple minutes before I realized he just wasn’t going to cum. We had been down that road a couple times before, where the older man enjoyed my actions but just couldn’t orgasm. The pressure of performing before an audience, even one which really couldn’t see down into the car where I was munching on dick, was too much for the man.

Sensing the problem, I reached down and began stroking the dick. Boys will be boys, you know, and soon, I felt his hand on top of mine, and soon after that the play-by-play began.

“You are such a dirty cocksucker, Robyn, geez, you are bad,” said Mr. Little, stroking his dick into my mouth. “You’re sucking my cock and there are two guys over there who can see it..What a whore you are, a cocksucking whore.God it’s good…Go baby go, make it explode…Eat my popsicle. Suck it like my wife won’t. Eat the meat, baby, suck my cock.”

I love it when he talks dirty, and I did my best to make him happy. My head bounced up and down on his love muscle as my mouth sucked his rod. I licked his dick, I sucked it, I held still as he stroked into my mouth. I could fell from his panting and quickening of his strokes that he was getting close, and soon I was rewarded for my efforts when I felt the hot sperm shooting up his shaft and then into my waiting and willing mouth. It was a large load and overflowed onto my chin and neck, but I stayed on it like a trooper, continuing to please as his dick ultimately began to shrink.

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