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My Wife Mallory and I Move to Alabama PT5Moving in to our trailer wasn’t too difficult. The park was different from where we came from though. I guess we didn’t feel as welcomed by the neighborhood. Everyone there was drunk and loud all the time. Juba said that’s what white trash does. Which was strange because basically that’s what all the blacks did in the building we were in with juba and cletus. It didn’t take us too long to move . I guess we didn’t really have as much as we thought we did. Word got back to us from town that cletus and some of the guys missed their friend Mallory. I made sure to get the word back they’re invited over for coffee or a beer whenever I’m home. Once we got settled we packed for this thanksgiving trip ASAP. Mal headed to the bus stop about an hour before me to hop on the bus. By the time I got there the drivers were loading up the bags below the bus . People were still arriving but most everyone was in like. There were about 30 people paired up including my wife who was there standing next to a quiet Darren. She was talking to a very large black girl who appeared to be alone. I walked up to her and gave my wife the biggest hug ever. “Hey babe ! This is Trisha “ she said “she’s Darren’s cousin. She’s just waiting on her boyfriend, Mohammed” “Nice to meet you Trisha.” I greeted her “Mohammed is a Muslim name is your boyfriend middle eastern?” “Hey baby nice to meet you too . And no my nigga black as hell he just Muslim” she laughed. I heard my name being called by one of the chaperones so I told the girls I’d see them on the bus. “Girl I’m so sorry he just locked eyes on us. Watch yourself he gonna give your thick ass a big hug” I heard Trisha say as I turned to walk away. I don’t know what she was talking about no one was going to give me a hug besides my wife . As I got word what was going on of the other chaperones named Doug announced for everyone to start getting on the bus. Chaperones were to be last. I was to count heads as they got on. Darren was 7 , Mallory was 8 and a pretty fat black boy pushing an easy 350 was 9. I saw Trisha right behind him so it must’ve been Mohammed . He was a little disrespectful I think but I’m not really sure. He gave me an odd look right before he hopped on. 28 in total got on to the bus. Plus the 3 chaperones . My wife was in the back 4 seats Trisha on one side and Darren on the other. It looked like Mohammad was trying to get mallorys attention to tell her something too. He kept grabbing her leg but my wife pretended not to notice. You can tell she was being shy. Poor girl. She just wanted to help out Juba and go to this thing with Darren so he wasn’t left out. The other 3 chaperones Doug, Shaniq, and Sameer filled me in that although I was a chaperone I was not going to be involved to much with the activities. My job was to make sure food was prepped and the students had they’re living quarters. Some were going to be in tents and others in bunks. It appeared as though mal and her new friend Trisha would be separate because Trisha was going to be in a tent with Mohammed according to the list while my wife was going to be in a cabin with Darren and 6 others. I personally can’t sleep with people snoring so that wouldn’t work well for me. I guess I was in a cabin too with some of the students but not her cabin. I’ll have to come back next year so it’ll be like I’m paying my dues. Maybe then I can ayvalık escort bayan be more involved and get a tent with my wife. I fell asleep pretty much right away on the bus but woken up about a half hour later when we arrived at the campgrounds . We instructed everyone to get off the bus and stand next to their partners and await further instruction. Counting again to make sure everyone got off the bus a few got off followed by Darren , the Trisha who was laughing , then my wife. She was holding the rail to step down when Mohammed got up behind her and stabilized her at the waist “i got you big momma” followed by her thanking him nervously . Everyone was given a brief instruction to unpack and get ready for the first event . I was going to set up dinner. I watched the groups a students break up into little groups of friends how I’d imagine a normal camp would be like. It looked really fun. I over heard some of the girls talking about one of the other girls not in their group. Calling her a fat slut and having a big and and big tits that didn’t look normal. I’m pretty sure they couldn’t be talking about my wife but she was the only one if the girls who wasn’t small. And she certainly isn’t a slut either. Oh well. Whoever they were talking about the girls here certainly didn’t like. Making dinner was kind of relaxing for me . Not a lot of responsibility but it kept me busy. I made spaghetti. It wasn’t great but not bad either. Mallory and Darren seemed to think it was ok. I cleaned up the dishes when everyone was done and went outside to go grab my things to take a shower. I seen all the students paired up in a slow dance near the fire and the chaperones walking around. Wish I knew what they were doing. Maybe teaching them how to do basic slow dancing? My wife must’ve been ok but Darren was messing something up. Mohammad kept breaking them apart to show him how to do something and then he would go back to Trisha. While I was in the shower getting soapy and washing up the boy students came in. They were all laughing and talking. “That bitch was built for a real nigga Darren. Don’t fuck this up bro. Ima take her right from you “ I heard. The boys gossip just as much as the girls apparently. The laughing continued when the guys entered the shower but the talk stopped. I looked to my left and saw Darren but when I looked to my right I saw Mohammed facing me under his shower head soaking his fat body but I couldn’t hell but notice a very… very large thing he had. Maybe 14 inches. It was massive . And it was leaking his fluid out of his uncut tip. Poor Trisha. I quickly got outta there to see if I could say goodnight to Mallory. I met up with her in front of her cabin. “Yea we all have pretty decent sized bunks. “ she said “Babe that’s great. Are you having fun?” I askedDisappointed she stated “i don’t know if feels like people are making fun of me. It’s like I’m back in school too. Darren is nice and so is Trisha. Her boyfriend is kind of weird though”“I gotcha babe. Yea I just saw him in the shower it was awkward standing next to him” I said“Was it because of his wee wee?” She asked “a few of the girls were talking about him and making fun of how big it was. They said none of them were able to have sex with him cause he’s too big”I thought to myself how crazy that was but they’re probably right “well that ayvalık escort sucks for him. That’s a problem I’ve never had cause I have a woman that can handle me right babe?” I said “That’s right babe! Only a real woman can handle her man” she said Trisha walked up and apparently over heard some of the conversation “that’s what I told you about Mohammad Mal! Only a real woman can handle alll that BBC!” “That’s right Trish! You go girl!” My wife said and shrugged her shoulders silently laughing with me attempting to be one of the girls. Trisha retired and went to her tent and Mal went into the cabin. The next day went similar . I watched from far the students do activités until they did things like go on hikes. They appeared to have little classes too which I found out were how violent the white pilgrims were that came in and took this land. It didn’t seem accurate until sameer gave me a run down. Catching up with Mal at dinner time she told me she got the worst night sleep cause some people were snoring and some of the girls were making fun of her. I couldn’t imagine what she was going through . She said one girl told her to go sleep in the tent with Trisha and Mohammad which she got mad and told them she would! I couldn’t be more proud of her . I decided I would join them during their camp fire. Scary stores were going around and everyone was laughing or scaring each other. I sat across the fire from my wife who had Trisha on one side and Shaniq on the other. Darren was standing behind and to the side being very shy and Mohammad was behind Mal fake scaring her and making her jump. Shaniq asked if anyone the girls were over 21 age Mal said yes. So she gave Mal some drink which she immediately took and began filling it down. Must’ve been thirsty. One of the other girls asked “is that grandmas elixir?”And Shaniq told her yea. She began to explain to everyone that her ancestors gave this drink to the women in her family to make them into a woman. It helped with fertility lust. I looked back at my wife and Mohammad had his hand under the drink making her drink the entire bottle . Obviously laughing and trying not to spill the drink she didn’t hear what Shaniq said. I sat and listened to a few more stories and listened to a few more scary stories when I over heard from a few girls down “He’s gonna fuck his wife , bet.” From one of the girls “She can’t take it no one can” said another girlEveryone screamed from whatever the punch lime was to the story Doug was telling at the time . I scanned the crowd and saw Mal and Mohammad standing up and talking and laughing. He was joking around and pushing her like an older brother and then she would play fight back. Darren looked bored and left the fire right then and there. Trisha joined the girls that were just talking about the guy who’s gonna have sex with some girl “Oh it’s def gonna happen. I can’t stop him. He’s going nuts for her. “ Trisha said “That’s your boyfriend tho babe” one girl replied “Yea there’s nothing I can do he’s locked on to that bitch” Trisha replied and walked off. The crowd was disappearing quickly . My wife was already gone. So I hung around with the other chaperones who wanted to tell some jokes. Kinda felt like they were keeping me at the fire. But I couldn’t hold out any longer. I went to go find Mal at her cabin when I heard some noises escort ayvalık coming from trishas tent. It was wrong of me but I wanted to see what was going on. They had a camping lamp on in the tent and it looked like Trisha was pleasing her boyfriend. “Take the whole thing in your mouth you can do it. Yup you got it girl “ I heard Trisha say as I walked past to head to the cabin . Two other girls came running to the tent “Oh my god I gotta see this bitch try to take it I know she can’t do it . None of us were able to no way a white bitch can take one of our men built like him” one of them giggled as they ran up. Approaching the cabin I knocked and entered . Everyone looking very shocked for some reason “hey guys have y’all seen my wife ?”They looked stunned . It was like the weirdest look I’ve ever gotten. They just stared . I asked three more times but basically she wasn’t there and no one knew where she was . So I knocked to the girls shower and a girl answered but said Mallory hadn’t showered yet . She said she was still in the cabin. J gave up and decided I’d just go back to my cabin and retire for the night. In doing so I had to pass by the tents . Trisha must’ve been having serious sex with Mohammad cause she had an audience of 3 girls and Darren and the chaperone sameer from the outside of the tent. “Oh my god she’s the real deal . She has him stuffed all that up in her “ one girl said“This shit is wild I’ve never seen a bitch tried dick like this let alone a snowbunny” sameer said . What’s a snowbunny. Cute nickname I guess. They looked scared when I approached but didn’t budge for me to look inside “Oh fuck yes oh fuck yes fuck yes.” I heard Mohammed from inside the tent “are you on the pill” he asked Trisha . How did he not know if his girlfriend was on the pill or not. A deep guttural groan / moan came from her while she said “no”. Trisha sounded like my wife briefly . “You can’t … cum in me”Trisha was slamming her hips forward and I could her mohammads balls slap which was kinda of disturbing. I whispered “ok guys I’m getting outta here Mohammed sounds like he’s going to finish making love to his woman any second “ when one of the girls grabbed my arm either for balance or not to let me move . I caught a glimpse of inside the tent when I thought I saw a curvy white woman riding Mohammad flexing her butt cheeks over his very large stretched out balls when their lamp went out . “Here it come bitch you’re gonna take this black nut whether you like it or not.” He told his womanIt looked like slowed her pace from very face to a medium pace but very hard in the forward motion “no you can’t “ she told him“Don’t fuck me like that unless you want me to bust goddamit “ he was pleading . But all Trisha did was slam forward hard once more and Mohammad said “fuck you im doing It bitch let’s go get this black nut”. She wound up and slammed forward hard again “Goddamn take it deep “She wound up and slammed forward again “There’s another one . Let’s go do it again”She wound up and slammed forward again “I’m firing it off in your belly baby let’s go Mrs Mal do it again “Trisha wound up and slammed forward again . It seemed like when she slammed forward he would cum. I don’t think I can do that I’m not that experienced . I made the girl let go of my arm. I told them I don’t wanna be around when they realize people are outside their tent.Sameer looked right at me “you’re right my friend that’s one hell of a woman in there. No way she didn’t just get knocked up”“Well if they’re in love a baby is a good thing right ?” I asked They looked puzzled at my response so I said “well I’m rooting for him . He’s a good guy and Trisha is a good girl. So I hope he got her pregnant I’ll say my prayers for them tonight “

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Finding a very huge vibratorMy sexy Boss, that slutty old lady called Barbara, was giving an annual party at her nice house. Of course I had been invited along with my loving hubby.But Victor was now chatting with other two slutty girls from the last floor, as I sat down there in the main salon, feeling bored and tired.Barbara was playing attention to other wives there and their dumb husbands were not worth even to have a conversation…I had decided to wear something sexy; an attractive tight black dress that barely contained my firm boobs and covered my butt.Since no one was giving me some attention, I just decided to take a look around the house and go upstairs. As expected, the first two rooms were for guests and the last one down the hallway was the master bedroom. I had fucked Barbara in a hotel room out of town during a business trip and also in her office; but I had never been in her own bedroom at her house. So, although I knew that I should not be there; curiosity suddenly invaded me and I kept walking through that darkened corridor.I found a beautiful kuşadası escort dark mahogany furniture, with a huge four post bed in the middle of the room. I was sure that Barbara was a divorced bisexual bitch; so I tried to imagine who had fucked her onto those silky bedspread…I saw a nightstand, so I wished to know my slutty Boss’ secrets.Feeling totally naughty, I opened the draw to see what was inside. To my surprise, sitting right on top was a rather large red vibrator. After quickly glancing towards the door, I picked it up.This one was much bigger than every toy I had at home.My cunt started to tingle as I suddenly got aroused by doing something I knew it was wrong.My dirty mind quickly imagined the pleasure that I could feel by having that huge rubber thing being pushed in and out of my cunt.This mental picture aroused me even further. My nipples began to get harder under the thin material of my black dress. And my pussy now was throbbing and I could feel some of my own juices on the black thong escort kuşadası I was wearing.One of my hands stroked the black vibrator up and down the length of the shaft. I turned it on. It made not so much noise…I sat down on the end of the bed and sank into the soft pillow…I then leaned on my back, bending my legs, so my dress rode up to my waist. I put the tip of that thick huge toy to my wet panties. Being so naughty had made my panties get soaked. Very slowly, I guided the vibrator up and down the length of my slit, against the thin material. I closed my eyes and began to push even harder against the wet flimsy material. As the intense pleasure began to build up, I increased the power.The initial pulse felt so good but I still jumped a bit. I put aside the panties, allowing clear access to my hot eager cunt.Feeling the tip of the vibrator between my wet lips, sent shock waves up and down my spread legs. I gently pushed the large vibrating tip into my waiting hot pussy. The further I pushed in more, it kuşadası escort bayan began to fill me up.I threw my head back and, feeling a divine sensation taking over my whole body. I let a soft cry to escape my red lips. The huge piece felt nice stretching my slippery cunt. I began to move the vibrating toy in and out of me, slowly building up my own pace. My legs were now up in the air.I started to pump the toy in and out of me with abandonment. In a sudden instant, I exploded with a breathtaking orgasm. I opened my mouth wide, but no sounds were emitted. My back tensed up and my hand plunged the vibrator completely into my soaking wet pussy. I switched off the toy, as it was still fully buried in me.But I then heard some footsteps approaching along the hallway.All in one motion I removed the toy and rolled onto my side and off the bed, while staring at the door. But the footsteps went back to the stairs.I recovered my breath and placed the cum soaked vibrator back into the draw. I tossed down my dress and made my way downstairs.My sweet hubby was pouring himself a glass of whisky; so I walked over him and planted a wet kiss on his lips. Victor just smiled at me. The party was winding down and we decided to leave.Once we were into our car, Victor looked down and noticed some white glistening stains I had on my thighs, under my dress.He smiled, saying I was a very, very naughty girl…

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Bryson admired his own body in the bathroom mirror. The past year of intensive gym sessions had, by the looks of it, paid off. He pumped his arms and watched his pecks flex. Good, very good, Bryson thought; I look like a Greek god. But it wasn’t only his muscles, Bryson had turned his attention to another impressive part of his anatomy. Like all the women that worked with him, he was admiring his own cock dangling semi-rigid from between his two muscular thighs. Bryson’s penis had been the object of much ogling from female co-workers ever since he started working at the firm, as a matter of fact, right through school his penis had always been the cause of much ridicule amongst the boys in the showers. It wasn’t long before everyone in school started referring to him as “horse boy”.

Bryson recalled that just the other day he overheard two gorgeous college interns in skimpy skirts with bodacious breasts gossiping about the enormous bulge protruding from his pants. When the two interns saw Bryson entering the room, they abruptly stopped their chatter. Bryson knew the one dark haired girl; her name was Becky. She had this way of regarding Bryson from head to toe whilst seductively biting her bottom lip whenever he appeared to be in her vicinity. The happy memory faded away. Bryson dried off and got dressed.

He was just about to leave for work when a knock at the door drew his attention. Bryson peered through the peephole. He opened the door and looked for anyone in the hallway. It was empty. Bryson turned around cussing to himself when he felt a sharp jab of pain course through his skull and just like that, everything in front of him went sudden pitch black as if flipping a light switch. He fell into his own vast dark unconsciousness.

After kırşehir escort a while Bryson slowly started regaining consciousness. His head twirled in a disorientated mess of incoherent noises echoing through his ears. A blurry vision of two people standing in front of him gradually whirled into focus. Bryson scoured his surroundings in confusion, head throbbing, suddenly realising that he was buck naked tied to a chair in a room no bigger than his office. Two gorgeous women with what seemed to be no less than double DD breasts, narrow sculpted waists, phat asses and full botoxed lips hovered over him. He suddenly realised his penis was raging hard. He could see his heart beat pulsating in that veiny motherfucker. One of the woman bit her bottom lip seductively ogling Bryson’s manhood. Bryson suddenly realised that he knew who she was. It was the intern from work, Becky was her name. “God. Look at the size of that thing!” Becky exclaimed with lust filled eyes. “Who are you? What have you done to me?” Bryson asked weakly.

“As you have already probably deducted, honey, we’ve kidnapped you.”

Bryson shook his head in confusion. His monster cock was a heat seeking missile in search of pussy. Target acquired.

“How?” he asked.

“Never mind how, honey,” said the blonde girl, the seductive tone of her voice turning the already furious spunk missile between his legs into a ferocious caged animal. The head of Bryson’s penis glistened in the light, fully engorged.

“What’s the size of that thing? Have you measured it before?” enquired Becky, the dark haired nympho.

Bryson thought for a second, “Yes I have. Long ago when I was in school.”

“Well, don’t keep us waiting, big boy. What is it?”

“Ten escort kırşehir and a half inches long erect.” Bryson sighed and dropped his head blushing like he just revealed a huge (massive?) secret.

“And girth?” the blonde girl enquired abruptly.

“Seven and a half inches,” Bryson replied, cock still twitching up and down.

“Well, we’ll see if you’re telling the truth big boy.” The blonde revealed a foot-long ruler and grabbed Bryson’s hard cock.

“God, look at this thing Becky,” she said as she grasped the middle of Bryson’s fat meat bat. The veins bulged prominently on the shaft of his beaver cleaver. Bryson noticed that neither of them were wearing underwear. Their smooth waxed pussies were being flaunted before his dick. They were dripping wet. Pussy grool drooling down the inside of their legs like sweet nectar beckoning his cock closer; ready to breed.

The blonde held the ruler next to Bryson’s cock; her hand slightly trembling. Her eyes suddenly went wide when the realisation struck her. “He’s lying to us,” she proclaimed happily.

“Well, tell me. How much,” Becky probed.

“I don’t know. The ruler isn’t big enough. Can you believe that? His cock is too fucking huge for a foot-long ruler.” Shock and awe radiated over their faces. Their lust was palpable.

Becky stood frozen agog open mouthed at what she had heard. The blonde girl withdrew a tape measure and proceeded to take a girth measurement. “Eight and a half inches circumference. I didn’t know it’s even humanly possible for a cock to be that fat,” she said as she grasped it at the middle with both hands. “The skin is so smooth,” she whispered to herself as if mesmerised by the grandness of the manhood before her eyes. kırşehir escort bayan Her little hands slowly started working in unison in smooth circular motions like she was gently working a pepper grinder. It was clear, she wanted to nurture Bryson’s man mayo right out of his cock. She gently flicked the tip of her tongue up and down the underside of his glans.

Sharp jolts of pleasure coursed through Bryson’s dick, through his balls and up his spine. He was in heaven. Becky dropped to her knees as if she were an altar boy ready to suck a priest’s cock; as if she was praying to the god Priapus himself. She immediately started licking and sucking Bryson’s swollen blue balls like one possessed by a cock craving demon. Bryson was paralysed with pleasure. He couldn’t contain it anymore. The intensity of his erection was so immense it was painful. His testicles were becoming engorged with semen with every stroke, every suck and every flick of their tongues working in perfect harmony. You could practically hear the baby batter sloshing from side to side in his sack. With no apparent warning, semen started spewing out of his monster python like lava nut.

The sheer volume startled the two angels of lust before him. A fire hydrant of thick white sticky semen unloaded all over their perfect breasts and glazed them with alpha male sperm. As more and more thrusts of fresh sperm unleashed over the two goddesses, they started to convulse in fits of orgasms seemingly at the sheer sight of the mammoth beautiful penis showering them with copious loads of man goo. Their pussies started gushing of its own accord like two fountains violently erupting into the air; the floor seeped with bodily fluids. All three orgasmed in perfect unison. The heavenly aroma of fresh semen and pussy juice filled the room. They fell on their backs twitching with smiles stretching from ear to ear. “That was earth shattering,” said the blonde. “That was unbelievable,” replied Becky. Bryson stayed silent, worn out, cock still twitching.

Fap fap fap… the end.

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I can remember the 1970’s with extreme clarity. High school kids were quite cruel, often deriding those who were a little bit different. Some were called “queers” or “faggots”. Those that were offended would remain silent, lest the teasing would become more severe. I was fortunate not to be one of them, but the price was high: It was required that I join in with the cruel ones to be spared from their ridicule.

Not to say that I did not notice in the locker room showers. For I certainly did. There were short dicks, long dicks; thick ones, skinny ones; cut cocks and uncut cocks. I was, and still am, lucky to be in the last category. Then, nobody did any “manscaping”. It was definitely a different time.

I have considered myself as “straight” all of my life, and have been married for many years. However, the last several months I have been having some bisexual urges. This could never have been discussed with my wife. She would never understand, so if I ever wanted to act on my feelings, it would have to be solo and on the “down low”.

My name is Jack, a 6’3″, 190 #, average build, from southern US. I now shave clean, fully exposing my 8″ of manhood. Besides being bi-curious, I have another secret fetish: I adore wearing women’s panties. I have quite a collection of bikini, boy shorts, tanga, thong and other styles. The cotton ones are not preferred. I opt for the silky, or microfiber, preferably with lace trim. I use the smallest size that I can stretch across my hips. For me, I wear medium.

Opportunities are rare for donning my sexy undies, but when I do, I try to make the most of it. When I put on a pair, the rod becomes stiff almost immediately. Watching straight porn usually follows, with light rubbing through the material, then maybe using a bullet vibe. Within minutes I am so hard that the panty crotch is stretched to the maximum.

Escape from the soft and lacy confines is inevitable. When the time arrives, my ejaculate is large, forceful and quite thick. I hate to say this, but I almost prefer masturbating like this to actual sex. It is that good!

Upon surfing more porn, I came across videos of forced sissification. Men wore compelled to wear lingerie by their mistresses. It was kinda hot, but not what I craved. I found pics of cocks in panties and vids guys in lingerie whacking off, quite as I do. Getting very turned on, I finally stripped, put on my silky thong and did the dirty deed. The keyboard and screen of my pc were drenched with my hot load.

After the cleanup, I sat down in front of the computer and realized, “Now I know what I want to try: a mutual jackoff session in panties with another guy in panties! “Fuck!” I was getting hard again, just thinking about it! “How far would it go? Would I rub the other guy’s cock? Yes! Would I put my lips on it right through his panties? Oh, hell yes! Would I take it raw, right in my mouth? Maybe! Even more than that? Well, I don’t know for sure, but I cannot wait to find out!” All these thoughts and more raced through my head.

The next step was to find someone reasonably close in distance, that I didn’t know, but with similar interests. I found this local hookup site and maraş escort bayan made my post:

“Married older gentleman seeks like-minded male. Must have a love for wearing women’s panties, porn and be able to host. Seeking mutual jack off session in panties. Touching and more is a definite possibility. Love of sports is a huge plus.”

When I clicked the “post” button, it was only five minutes before I got my first response. Unfortunately, the guy acted like he didn’t even read the words I posted. He wanted a quick “hit it and get it”, with no mention of anything that I was looking for. After a deluge of additional replies, finally one that met all criteria: lives close, loves wearing panties and loves sports.

The sports part was for three reasons. First, it would give us an excuse to meet for a discrete j/o session. Secondly, it would give us something in common with each other. And lastly, I’ve could watch the game after we blow our loads.

We exchanged emails for several days. I found out that Chris was an avid fan of my favorite teams. We shared face pics, body pics, and, of course, dick pics. His cut 7.5″ looked pretty good in his tight little green bikini panties! Finally a meeting was set up in a sports bar. We hit it off pretty well. Parameters for a hot session were set: We would respect each other’s boundaries, but let the situation dictate itself.

By the way, the wife was ok with me socializing with other men, often saying, “It’s good for you to get out of the house!” She was also not hesitant to go out with other women; I was totally fine with it. As for Chris, his wife passed away a year ago. He, too, was bi-curious, and had been for some time. This was to be both of our first experiences.

We decided to “hook up” on the following Saturday, when there would be tons of college football games on tv. I arrived at Chris’ house ten minutes early. He was busy getting beer and snacks together. I wore a comfy T-shirt, jeans, with sexy pink silky tanga panties, with red lace trim. “You wearing, man?” I asked.

He unzipped his jeans, flashing his purple silky panties, “What do you think?” I responded by flashing my own. “Very nice!” he said, smiling widely.

We went to his den, relaxing on the big sofa. We were watching the game, enjoying the beers and snacks. “Damn, that cheerleader is a hottie!” Chris said, emphatically.

I joined in, “Fuck, yes! I’ll bet she has a nice tight little pussy! Those are sexy outfits too”.

“Hell yea! Shit, did you see those panties when she jumped? I would love to double team her with you, Jack!”

“I don’t think her panties were ‘regulation’. You are getting hard already, aren’t you, Chris? If you want to, go ahead and put a hot video on the screen!”

Chris logged into his porn site account, and the movie came up. In the first scene, “teen” girls were prancing around in their tiny panties at a sleepover. “Oh shit, Chris, I like it already!” I said as I turned and saw him pulling off his tight jeans. His legs looked very shapely, with not even one hair. He stood to pull up his shirt, exposing his hairless chest. His bronze Latino body was very maraş escort nice.

I admired his physique and sexy thong. He sat back down and watched as I stripped down to my tanga. I sat beside him on the couch – not touching, but we were well within reach of each other. Chris’ shaft was stretching the silky crotch of his thong. He was rubbing himself lightly through the material. My eyes alternately gazed at the video, then back to his cock-filled panties. I was beginning to harden and also began rubbing.

In the video, the “father” came into the bedroom and was immediately pounced on by his daughter’s friends. He was eating teenage pussy, panties aside, while two others were pleasuring his massive dick. Now my panties were stretched to the max as I furiously rubbed my bulge. Chris was doing the same.

We were both really enjoying pleasuring ourselves in our sexy panties. But then, I turned to him, “Chris, I gotta touch it!” Without waiting for his response, my large hand was on his big bulge. He moaned at my fondling. My fingers wrapped around his thong-covered cock. His hips thrusted forward.

I yanked his meat faster. The back strap of his thong worked up his ass crack, but he didn’t seem to mind. Precum was already oozing from the tip, as evidenced by the wet spot.

The “money shot” was about to happen in the movie and I got on my knees in front of the sofa. He spread his legs and my mouth moved to his nice bulge. I took his cockhead, still protected by the silky thong, inside my mouth as far as it could reach, tasting his slightly-bitter moisture. Chris’ shaft throbbed against the panty crotch and my mouth.

By then, his big balls escaped the skimpy material, one hanging from each leg hole. I massaged them as the tip of his rod was beginning to poke out of the black lace-trimmed waist band. My tongue grazed across it and he moaned loudly. Chris thrust his hips upward, and in that one motion his dick was showing in its full glory. Not for long, though!

I took him in about halfway. My tongue was against the underside of his throbbing cock. I struggled to keep my balance and his dick in my mouth as he stood up from the sofa. His topside was against the roof of my mouth. Chris’ panties slid down His moans were getting louder and I could hear “daddy” in the movie releasing his load in a pretty teen mouth. There was an urgency that could be sensed as he began to face fuck me.

I was his slut and he was going to cum in my mouth. And, I wanted him to do that! My tongue was frantically lapping the swollen cockhead when it wasn’t pressing against the back of my warm wet mouth. He groaned when I again fondled his cum-bloated balls. Almost immediately they contracted and my lips were firmly around his manhood. I stroked the bottom half of it, trying to milk him.

With my tongue swirling around the tip, a warm gush of his cream began to fill my mouth. “Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, fuck yes, Jack!” he screamed as he continued spurting. I eagerly swallowed his salty, starchy load, then cleaned his softening cock. After he pulled his panties back into place, Chris smiled and said, “Now it’s my turn!”

I stood face escort maraş to face with him. We had earlier agreed that there would be no kissing, but his mouth approached mine. I was taken aback as he licked a bit of his load that had escaped my lips. My tongue instinctively met his. I never thought that I would kiss another guy, but thought, “What the fuck! I had his dick in my mouth!” At the same time he was rubbing my cock through my silky panties and it felt incredible!

He moved my bulge against his panties and I thrust forward. I loved rubbing against his flaccid cock, but thought skin on skin might even feel better. My shaft was aching to be released and pleased. Reaching down, in one motion I freed my needy cock, retracted my foreskin, and then guided it inside his sexy purple undies. I rubbed my cockhead against his shaft and balls on one side; against the wet crotch of his panties on the other. The feeling was amazing! Chris loved it too.

Pulling back, then thrusting forward, my cock nestled between the bottom of his shapely ass cheeks. The back strap of his thong surrounded the tip. “I want you to fuck me, Jack!” he whispered.

“Not today,” I answered, even though the sensation was pleasing. “I am not ready for that. Chris, will you get me off, kinda like I did you?”

“Of course, Jack. I will bring up a nice video: hotties in lingerie sucking dick!”

“Mmm, perfect, Chris!”

As the big-boobed babes in flimsy nighties, sexy stockings, garter belts and panties began sucking massive cocks, Chris knelt down. Of course, my cock slid out of his thong and was at full attention. He was very gentle with his hand, stroking me softly. As his lips touched the swollen tip, adrenaline coursed through my spine.

I was extremely turned on and knew that I couldn’t last long. The busty blonde was pleasuring at least a nine-incher with her beautiful lips and tongue just as Chris was doing the same for me. His tongue on the underside of my throbbing cockhead was heavenly! “Big Dick” was banging the blonde now, while the brunette was kissing her and rubbing her clit. Chris was giving me an incredible bj when he reached inside the back of my tanga and grabbed onto my ass cheeks, pulling them apart. I was forced deeper into his warm mouth.

I was getting so close to blowing my load – as was the guy in the movie: He pulled out of the blonde’s well-fucked pussy just in time to blast a hot stream across her waxed cunt. Several more spurts followed. As my eyes were affixed to the screen when I felt a cold lubed finger slipping into my tight asshole. “Oh fuck!” I hollered. My cockhead slammed against the back of Chris’ throat. I grabbed the back of his head. “Big Dick” was joining in with the brunette, both lapping up the huge cumload. All this was pushing me over the edge.

As his finger pounded against my prostate, my balls tensed up. My shaft pulsed and a huge gush of my warm semen shot deeply into his mouth. He coughed a bit, gagging, but kept his lips firmly around my shaft. Pulling back slightly, I finished off across his tongue. His finger withdrew as the last of my jizz oozed out.

I slid out of his mouth. Quickly standing, Chris brought his lips to mine and we shared the ample load. We both collapsed on the sofa, thoroughly exhausted. After a while, we showered (individually), dressed, and decided to call it a day. A date was made for next Saturday and Sunday, with new adventures surely to follow!

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Chapter 2: Cum Eating and Getting Caught … Again!

Author’s Note

This story is a work of erotic fiction featuring themes related to gender non-conformance (crossdressing/feminization), jack-off instructions, cum eating, a young man’s exploration of his sexuality, and some increasingly inappropriate familiarity between mother and son. All characters are at least 18 years old. If this sort of thing isn’t a turn-on for you, then I recommend you move on and find something else more suited to your liking. If it is your cup of tea, then by all means please get out some quality lube, put on your favorite pair of panties, and enjoy!

Explore. Be safe. Have fun. Don’t try the inappropriate bits at home, or at all!

Thanks to dj19_78 for kindly helping to edit this!

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Chapter 1: A Boy and His Panties

Mom (June) walks in on her 18-year-old son (Steve) masturbating in one of her favorite pairs of panties. Initially furious with him for stealing her panties, she confiscates them and storms off. Later, after discussing things with her friend Karen, June concludes the right thing to do is to give Steve some of his own panties so long as he understands it’s not ok to steal hers. Unbeknownst to either of them, they’ve both begun to see each other in a new light and are secretly fascinated, though resisting temptation…

And now…

Chapter 2: Cum Eating, and Getting Caught… Again!

Steve bolted to his room; both sets of cheeks burning as he clutched the gift bag to his thundering chest. Mom had just given him the best birthday present he could have imagined — a week late, sure; but still easily the best present ever.

‘Not what I was expecting!’ he thought as he ran. He’d been sure she was going to let him have it when she’d called him downstairs. Instead, she’d let him have them…

His whole world was spinning. In just a few short minutes he’d gone from only knowing she was too pissed to talk, to understanding why she was actually upset, to realizing she was fundamentally OK with him and what he liked — so long as he’d respect boundaries of course.

Steve flew up the stairs, taking them two or three at a time — his rock-hard cock pointing the way with a tent in his jeans. He hadn’t even realized he was hard until mom pointed it out while he was hugging her. Embarrassing, sure; but what did she expect giving him a bunch of sexy panties of his own?

Once in his room Steve closed and locked the door, turning back to lean against it as a wave of relief flowed through him. He caught his breath, his brain buzzing with thoughts of what had just happened.

Opening the pink gift bag he peeked inside again, as if to check and make sure what had happened had really happened.

‘Yep! Those are her panties’ he thought with a grin. ‘Well, they were her panties… They’re mine now!’

The reality of her gift was still sinking into him. He had his own panties, and he could enjoy them anytime he liked. Even more amazing was that his mom knew and was just fine with it.

Dumping the bag out on his bed Steve gasped when he saw these were not just any panties either. Nope. It was a mix of sexy thongs and tangas, with a couple of cheeky Brazilians thrown in for good measure — easily some of her best panties, and each one a personal favorite of his.

Holding up a particularly sexy red and black pair, Steve’s mind went back to their earlier conversation recalling what she’d said to him.

“You like them, don’t you? I thought you would…” his mom’s voice echoed in his mind.

“How did she know!” he exclaimed in amazement. It was as if she’d let him pick these out for himself.

Setting the sexy red and black pair aside, for now, Steve returned his attention to the colorful pile of panties strewn across his bed. Mixed in was a small bottle he hadn’t noticed before.

“Well, well, well! What have we got here!” Steve said picking up the silver and purple bottle. The label read JO All-In-One Lavender Fields Sensual Massage Glide. Flipping open the cap, he inhaled the floral fragrance.

“Sensual indeed!” he said perusing the label as his thoughts returned to his mom’s parting words.

“…Why don’t you scamper up to your room, try on some panties and take care of that lump? That’s what you want to do right now, isn’t it?” his mom’s sweet voice echoed for him.

“Thank you, mommy…” he whispered to himself almost like a prayer; then with a sigh of relief, he began to strip.

Steve tore off his “boy” clothes discarding them in a heap at his feet until he stood naked and erect, ready to try on his panties. Almost quivering in anticipation he reached for the sexy red and black pair…

The pair he’d picked to christen first had a bright red fine mesh in front with cute little nubby knots in a grid pattern. The back was even sexier with black lace in an ass-hugging Brazilian cut.

Turning toward his mirror, he could see himself manisa escort standing there, panties in hand. His rock-hard cock aching to be touched. Slowly he stepped into his panties, reveling in the silky feel of the fabric as he pulled them up. His heart raced as he watched them close the distance to his almost painfully hard cock.

When they got to just under his butt, he did a little jump to settle his hinny into the back, then ever so slowly he drew them over his balls covering his aching cock in the fine red mesh of the front. He could see every vein and ridge of his cock through the translucent material as he laid back on his bed, slowly caressing himself.

The black lace back of his panties hugged his tight butt while the sexy red front did its best to contain him, ultimately failing in the attempt. Looking down, Steve could see the head of his hard cock peeking out from the waistband of his panties with the rest of him visible through the translucent front.

The thought that these were now his panties sent a shiver up his spine making his cock tremble with desire.

“…don’t come back down here until your balls feel like raisins!” his mom’s voice echoed in his mind.

“Yes, mommy…” he whispered as he reached down fishing his cock out from the side of his panties. He was going to need full access to his complete package for the task at hand…

“Alexa! Play Jack Off Tunes!” he commanded. He wanted something now with a nice strong beat.

“Playing Jack Off Tunes from Steven’s Spotify Account” she cheerfully complied, a rhythmic techno beat starting up from her speaker.

Steve was trying to wrap his head around his new reality even as he wrapped his hand around his cock. He lay on his bed, his heart pounding in his chest in time with the rhythmic beat of the music.

‘Mom knows I like panties… and she’s ok with it. She’s actually ok with it!’ he thought as he caressed his hard cock teasing the taut skin.

‘More than ok… She gave me some of her sexiest panties and a bottle of lube, then basically sent me to my room to beat off!’ he thought, gently stroking himself.

He’d been afraid his mom was going to let him have it earlier; so afraid she was upset over catching him jacking off in her panties. He knew now he’d gotten that part wrong. It wasn’t the panties, or the jacking off; just that he’d stolen them from her — and she’d solved that problem by giving him his own panties.

Remembering the lube, he reached for it flipping the cap back open and drizzling some on his erection. The lavender scent drifted up to him as he watched the clear liquid bead up before being smeared around by his stroking hand. His cock glistened with lube.

Steve’s mind was blown. There were just so many things to process in his new reality. The fact that he could wear his panties whenever he liked. That his mom knew! That she was just fine knowing he’s up here, right now, dressed in pretty panties, stroking his cock. He was sure she’d be assuming he was furiously wanking by now. Just the thought that his mom knew what he was doing, what he was wearing, and was fine with it blew his mind sending a shiver of excitement down his spine.

Steve pictured his mom in his mind. She was probably still downstairs in the living room, sitting on the couch. Maybe she’d poured herself a glass of chardonnay and was sipping it while watching one of her shows or possibly reading a book.

Nothing could be further from the truth…

* * *

June stood just outside of Steve’s room. She’d given him a few minutes’ head start, but once she heard the music start she could resist no longer. She’d crept upstairs to just outside her son’s room where she was listening intently. She knew what masturbation sounded like and this was not it.

‘What’s going on in there?’ she wondered. Had she done something wrong?

Just then she heard a low plaintive moan that could mean only one thing. Stevie was touching himself. She wondered which panties he was wearing. She was certain he’d be wearing some, though curious which pair he’d selected first. The light pink ones with white dots maybe? Those were the most feminine in her mind. The sexy black ones with the little red bows? Those were the best of the lot. Regardless, he was most certainly in there naked except for some panties, stroking his big, beautiful cock…

‘Big, beautiful cock?’ She thought. ‘Did I just think of my own son’s penis as a beautiful cock?’ June cringed.

‘Oh my god, what is wrong with you June Simpson! You are definitely going straight to hell!’ She thought as she leaned back against his door, a tiny little moan of her own escaping her lips as she felt her pussy gush.

‘It’s not my fault!’ She told herself ‘His cock is beautiful! And it’s just so big, too; just like his father’s, maybe even larger…’ Mike had not been small in the cock department by anyone’s standards; but on Stevie’s body, escort manisa a cock like that looked positively enormous.

June listened to her son masturbating in his room. Karen was right, of course. June had no problem with Stevie masturbating, and now that she’d let go and given him the panties — his panties, she corrected herself — she could see she had no issue with that part either. If anything he just seemed even cuter in her mind. Her special boy!

June wanted Stevie to enjoy himself. A young man should explore his sexuality, not just assume whatever society says is “normal”. There were far worse things he could be doing, and this way he wasn’t going to hurt anyone, or catch a disease, or risk a teen pregnancy, or any of the thousand other ways a young man could fuck it all up.

‘Plus’, she thought, ‘a cock that nice deserves to be sucked and fucked and worshiped until it cums in buckets all over your face…’

‘Oh. My. God! June, you are so going to burn in hell!’ She thought, catching herself imagining Stevie’s panty-clad cock, so like her husband’s… a cock she realized she desperately missed…

‘This is a job for Bruce.’ She thought as she quietly pushed off from the door taking herself and her drooling pussy with a mind of its own towards her room and the big black dildo her late husband had given her before he left on his last tour…

* * *

Steve was getting close now, but something was bothering him.

Looking down he could see his glistening cock alongside the sexy front of his panties. He had a perfect view of both his cock and his panties. The sexy red front looked so good, and the black lace wrapping around from the back felt positively amazing — like a tender caress of his ass while he was stroking. But still, something wasn’t quite right…

As Steve’s gaze dropped lower it stopped at his hairy legs protruding awkwardly from the sexy panties.

‘Duh!’ He thought as he realized what was spoiling the view. ‘Hairy legs just don’t go with panties.’ he realized, concluding the same was true for the hair around his cock too.

As his body hair was distracting him from the job at hand, he refocused his attention on his throbbing cock and the oh-so-cute and very feminine panties he was wearing. That was safe territory, he thought.

‘That’s it,’ he thought. ‘Focus on your cock… Your big hard sexy cock…’ he told himself.

Reaching down with his left hand he grabbed his balls pulling them down — making his already hard cock stick up proudly. ‘Yeah… that’s it… Cock… Cock and panties…’ he thought.

His balls were already boiling as he began stroking harder — the lavender scent of the lube filled the air as the tempo of his stroking matched the rapid beat of the electronic dance music playing on his computer. The music was building to a crescendo and so was he. Stoking even faster, he kept pace with the music. He wasn’t about to hold back now!

Steve’s legs trembled as he let out a low moan and jets of cum began shooting from his throbbing cock. It was like his cock had transformed into a glorious penis-shaped cum fountain. Hot ropes of cum flew up only to come crashing back down, splattering on his chest, hips, and panties. Some of it wound up right back on his cock acting like extra lube for his hand.

Licking his lips, Steve watched as ropes of sweet cum fell back onto him landing everywhere. He was clearly going to have to work on his aim. He kept pumping until there was no more left, then lay back catching his breath.

Once the song ended, he released his grip on his now deflating penis lifting his sticky cum covered hand up to where he could see it. The memory of his mother’s voice came back to him once again as if she was right there in the room.

“I want you to personally clean up every mess you make!”

‘Well,’ he thought, ‘there’s no denying this is a mess you’ve made.’ With that, he brought his cum covered hand to his mouth. His lips parted as he extended his tongue and proceeded to perform his “cleanup duty”.

Steve noticed he was moaning again as he licked up his cum. This was a different sort of moan, though. Not the ‘I’m about to cum’ sound he’d been making a minute ago, but more a ‘damn this is delicious’ sort of sound.

Smiling, he proceeded to scoop up every rope and strand of cum he could find, eagerly feeding them to his mouth. Finally, he pulled off his panties, bringing them to his mouth to suck out the cum that had landed there and begun to soak in.

‘Now that’s what I call christened,’ he thought. ‘I’m definitely going to need to work on my aim though’ as he considered what he could do next time to maybe get more of it directly into his mouth.

‘Maybe I could suck my cock?’ he thought with a mischievous grin. Tucking over, he tried to see if he could reach. Nope, not even close. Maybe if his cock was hard, but even then, he’d probably need to be a lot more flexible.

‘Yoga!’ manisa escort bayan he thought, remembering his mom’s weekly yoga class. ‘That’s what I’ll do. I’ll ask mom if I can join her yoga lessons… Maybe if I get good enough, I’ll be able to get my cock all the way to my mouth!’

With that, he jumped up and headed for the shower to shave from the waist down.

* * *

June was reclining on her bed, her legs stretched out before her as she teased herself with Bruce. Her pants lay in a heap by the bed; she’d torn them off as soon as she’d gotten inside her room and the door closed. One hand was manipulating Bruce, while the other held her panties to the side with her thumb free to work her clit.

She was playing the head of her big black dildo up and down the wet folds of her pussy, teasing herself as she thought about what had gotten her into this hot and bothered state.

‘He’s in there right now masturbating… in my panties…’ She thought knowing full well those were his panties now; still, thinking of them as being hers made it even more erotic for her.

June had always thought of her “Stevie” as being more ‘cute’ than ‘handsome’, but certainly good-looking no matter how you cut it. Knowing he was wearing panties changed her perception of him from “Steven” to “Stevie”, and now she couldn’t take her mind off the thought of him in those cute panties.

“I bet he looks so cute… in my panties…” she moaned aloud, picturing him in the pink pair with white dots. Speaking the words aloud made it seem even more real and intense to her than merely thinking them had.

‘I bet his fist is wrapped tight around that big fat cock of his… stoking… pumping…’ she thought, unable to keep herself from visualizing her son masturbating in “her” panties.

‘I shouldn’t…” she said to herself, even as she place Bruce at the entrance of her wet and willing pussy.

“God! What’s wrong with me?” She whimpered, unable to stop herself. ‘Why does this turn me on?’ June knew she was too far gone now. Her pussy demanded to be fed, and there would be no denying it.

‘Don’t think about Stevie! Don’t!’ She scolded herself. ‘Think about Bruce! Think about his big fat cock fucking you!’ She thought as she pressed the dildo into her hungry pussy as if to make the point. She was determined to divert her thoughts from her son. It didn’t work.

As she slowly filled her hungry pussy over and over with Bruce, it was visions of Stevie’s hard cock that filled her mind. Stevie’s big, fat, hard cock demanding her pussy; so like his father’s…

‘Such a beautiful cock!’ She thought, unable to resist.

She wasn’t teasing herself now; she was fucking herself. Looking down at Bruce she could see he gleamed from having been inside her.

‘I bet he’s lubed himself up… His big hard cock all shiny with lube…’ she thought looking at the gleaming phallus fucking her.

Unable to stop now, she played with her clit as she fucked herself with Bruce. Her mind swam with visions of Stevie in panties, stroking his big hard glistening cock. She could picture it so clearly in her mind, throbbing and ready to go.

‘No, June! Don’t!’ She screamed to herself as she flicked her clit furiously, but it was too late; her orgasm was inevitable at this point and her mind was locked on one thing.

June could feel her orgasm building. It had started with tingling down in her toes, quickly progressing up her flanks. Now her back was arched and her head thrown back, her pussy on fire with lust. Her whole world existed only in her very core, and he was penetrating that core relentlessly.

June gasped as the wave of her orgasm crested through her. Shuddering, she climaxed with Bruce lodged deep inside her.

Her breathing as ragged as if she’d just run a marathon, June relaxed back into her bed. Little tremors running through her like the aftershocks of a pussy-centered earthquake.

‘Jesus, June, you need to get laid…’

* * *

As the week progressed Steve became more comfortable with his new reality. He’d rearranged his dresser to make room for his panties and dug into his new chores. It seemed like a more than fair trade to him. He’d also been practicing his aim, but so far that hadn’t noticeably improved.

The more he thought about it, the more certain he became that Yoga was the answer. His mom had been telling him it did wonders for flexibility and endurance for years. If he could just get good enough with it, he’d be able to get his cock in his mouth and aim would be irrelevant.

At first, he tried watching some videos online and practicing, but that hadn’t delivered the results he wanted, so he resolved to take it up a notch.

That night, after dinner, Steve made his move.

“Uh, mom. I’ve been thinking. Could I join you for Yoga tonight?”

“Yoga, huh? To what do I owe the honor?” June asked, a curious expression on her face.

“Oh, just thought it would be good for me. You know, healthy exercise.” Steve responded evasively.

“Are you sure honey?” June asked. “Yoga isn’t like going to the gym or running or other types of exercise. In the session I go to, it’s mostly a bunch of ladies my age doing it.”

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Monday 6 September 1850.

When their carriage pulled up outside their ancestral home, Lady Constance Cockingham and her daughter, Beatrice both gave a sigh of relief. The boat train journey from Calais had been terrible, thanks to a violent storm in the channel, which had delayed their crossing by twenty four hours. Then they’d got cold and wet transferring from the boat in Dover to the train for London. That journey had been acceptable, but on arriving at Victoria train station, the heavens had opened again. The carriage journey from London to Bath had been long, cold and miserable.

Lady Cockingham waited for the footman to open the carriage door, and then she stepped down and waited for Beatrice to join her. She scowled at the butler, who stood at the entrance to Smallcock Hall, the ancient and ancestral home of her husband’s line, with some of the upstairs servants.

“Where is his Lordship?” she demanded of Thomas, the butler. “I would have thought that after four months away from home, the least he could have done would be to be present to greet his wife and daughter on their return from the Grand Tour.”

“His Lordship left instructions to convey his apologies to you and Miss Beatrice,” replied Thomas. “He was here all day yesterday when your Ladyship was expected home. His Lordship has been summoned to Mrs. Scarlet’s establishment.”

That news seemed to placate Lady Cockingham, who hurried indoors, anxious to get out of the cold wind.

“Send someone down to Mrs. Scarlet’s house,” she instructed Thomas. ” Miss Beatrice and I will call on her tomorrow morning. There is much to discuss, what with Miss Beatrice’s forthcoming wedding. Has his Lordship mentioned the Coupling ceremony?”

“Not to me, your Ladyship,” answered the butler. “I presume that is a topic for yourself, Mrs. Scarlet and Miss Beatrice”

At the mention of her wedding, Beatrice drew her breath in sharply.

“Will I be a real woman after my wedding Ma’ma?” she asked, drawing out the ‘a’ sounds as she knew her mother preferred. “Or must I wait for my Coupling? Does that take long to complete after I’m married?”

“Not too long, my dear,” replied Lady Cockingham with a smile. “Now hurry along and begin your exercises. I’ll see you at dinner, and we’ll discuss it. I just want to change out of these wretched clothes. They absolutely stink of travelling.”

“Where is Fanny?” she asked Thomas.

“I took the liberty of sending her up to your dressing room, my Lady,” answered the butler. “Will you require anything else?”

“I’ll send for you when I need you,” replied Lady Cockingham enigmatically.

She started up the stairs.

“Hurry along, Beatrice dear,” she said over her shoulder. “You need to get back into the routine of completing your exercises every day. Our wretched homeward journey has disrupted that.”

Beatrice scowled at her mother’s back and stalked off to the east wing of the Hall, where she and her elder brother Cecil had their rooms.

As she approached the door to her dressing room and bedroom, another door opened further down the wide corridor.

“Hello, sis. Welcome home. Did you have a good time? Come and tell me all about it.”

This was Cecil, Beatrice’ s brother. Unlike his sister, who had thick dark hair and deep brown eyes to go with her caramel complexion, Cecil had blonde hair, blue eyes and an extremely white, milky skin. Lady Constance Cockingham changed lovers almost as often as she changed her garments.

Beatrice, who had been told by her mother whilst they were on their Grand Tour, who the man who had sired was, looked around guiltily. She needed to do her exercises. But then the thought struck her. Maybe she could do them in Cecil’s room. She would not only be obeying Ma’ma, but she could also practice the teasing skills she would be needing when she was married. She grinned at her brother, and walked past her own rooms, and into his.

Lady Constance sat and looked at Fanny, her maid, in the large mirror that sat on her dressing table.

“Oh it is so good to be back home, Fanny,” she smiled kindly at the short, plump girl whom she held so highly in her affections. “Unhook me, please” she continued, referring to the series of hooks and eyes that fastened her travelling dress. “I think I’ll take a bath before dinner. Will you go and draw one for me, please? I’ll undress myself once you’ve unhooked me.”

“Already done, my Lady,” replied Fanny with a grin. “I thought you might be dusty and tired after your long journey. I had the scullery maids fill your bath, and there’s two buckets of fresh hot water as well, in case you decided to wash your hair.”

Lady Constance beamed.

“Oh you dear girl. I’ve missed you so,” she sighed, lifting her arms so that Fanny could slip the top of the heavy dress over her shoulders. She stood up so that the dress could be removed completely.

“Don’t bother about putting it away yet,” she said . “You may undress me completely now. I think I’ll make use of your lovely fingers and tongue before kırklareli escort I have my bath.”

Quickly, Fanny took off her Mistress,’s many petticoats before unlacing her corset. Lady Constance stood in her elasticated bloomers, and the binding around her tits.

“Hurry up!” she scolded with a smile, to show Fanny that she wasn’t really cross with her.

With the bindings undone, Lady Constance’s large, heavy tits were exposed. She put her hands up to them and hefted them up.

“My titties need seeing to,” she said softly, “as does my cunny. Take my bloomers down, Fanny.”

“With pleasure, my Lady,” replied the maid, her eyes shining with desire. She undid the ribbons around her Mistress’s knees and slid the elasticated waistband down. Lady Constance stepped out of them and stood before her maid, totally naked.

“You’ve been neglecting your gardening, Mistress” said Fanny with a smile, referring to the growth of light brown curly pubic hair around Lady Constance’s cunt.

“Oh those foreign maids are so clumsy,” replied Lady Constance. “One stupid girl in Paris used a razor so blunt it left me with a rash. I was too embarrassed to even think about finding a gentleman that evening. I had to make do with Miss Beatrice’s finger.”

“I’ll send for a razor and shave you in the bath,” said Fanny with a smile. “Did Miss Beatrice enjoy her Grand Tour?”

“Yes, I’m sure she did,” answered Lady Constance. “She’s been pestering me to be allowed to give up her maidenhead, but I am resolute that she shall go to her wedding and on to her coupling as a virgo intactica.”

She stood up again.

“Take your titties out, Fanny and come and lie on the bed with me,” she instructed. “I think I want to suckle you whilst you frig me with your fingers. It feels like I haven’t had a decent climax in ages!”

Like all of Lady Constance’s close serving staff, Fanny was excused wearing any form of underwear. She opened the buttons on her maid’s dress and got her tits out. They were huge, heavy and pale with long, dark brown nipples. Lady Constance sighed in contentment and latched onto one of them with her full soft lips. She began to suckle and opened her legs to allow Fanny full and easy access.

Despite her tender years, Fanny knew exactly how to pleasure a woman. She quickly located her Mistress’s clit and rubbed it gently in a circular movement with her thumb. She used her index and middle fingers to fuck Lady Constance. Soon the palm of her hand had a puddle of cunt cream in it and Lady Constance was panting like a bitch on heat.

“Good girl, Fanny,” she gasped. “Frig me! Bring me off! Ah! Yes! Keep going! Don’t stop! Oh Lord, I’m cumming! Yes! Ye-es! YESSSS!”

Fanny withdrew her fingers gently. She licked the puddle in her palm. Then, knowing her Mistress’s likes she dipped her lips into her hand and smeared Lady Constance’s cunt cream over her lips and round her mouth.

Lady Constance smiled at her and kissed her tenderly, savouring the flavour of herself on her maid’s mouth.

“Bath time, I think,” she said. “Get a maid to bring a razor up to my bathroom, and then get out of your clothes. You can’t shave or bathe me without being in my bath with me.”

Her pretty face was a picture of delight as Fanny took the speaking tube off its’ hook on the wall at the side of Lady Constance’s bed. She blew into it, producing a whistle in the corresponding tube in the butler’s pantry.” Fanny put the tube to her ear.

Presently, she heard Albert, the under-butler’s voice.

“Albert speaking, your Ladyship. How may I help you?”

Fanny transferred the tube to her mouth.

“It’s Fanny up in Lady Cockingham’s bathroom,” she said slowly and clearly. “Send Tilly up with a razor, please. And make sure it’s very sharp,” she added.

She returned the tube to her ear to hear Albert say that he’d just finished stropping his Lordship’s razors, ready for him to be shaved prior to dinner. He’d send Tilly up straightaway. Did her Ladyship require anything else? Albert asked anxiously.

He was newly promoted to under-butler, whose duties he carried out in addition to his role as as dining room steward, and he wanted to make a good impression.

Fanny asked Lady Constance if she required anything else, and after a moment’s thought, she instructed Fanny to tell Albert to send Thomas the butler up to her dressing room in fifteen minutes.

Her message delivered, Fanny walked her Mistress into the bathroom. In the middle of the wooden floor stood a huge, high sided copper tub three quarters full of hot water. Steam rose from the surface. It was easily big enough to accommodate two people, and indeed, Lady Constance had enjoyed some of her most memorable experiences in it.

Fanny helped her Mistress into the tub just as a respectful tap sounded at the door of the dressing room..

“That will be Tilly with the razor,” she said with a smile. “I’ll just go and fetch it, and I’ll be straight back, my Lady.”

She opened the door escort kırklareli to Tilly, who presented Fanny with a cut-throat razor on a fluffy white towel. She didn’t bat an eyelid at Fanny’s nudity. Indeed, she took the opportunity to feast her eyes on the maid’s glorious tits, her cute pot belly and her plump, pink cunt lips. Tilly was in line to be the equivalent to Miss Beatrice when she was married, that Fanny was to Lady Constance.

“Thank you, Tilly,” smiled Fanny, kissing her quickly on the mouth. She shut the door quickly and hurried back to the bathroom.

Lady Constance had sat down in the bath and was pleasuring herself with a long loofah when Fanny returned with the razor. She stood up in the tub with a smile.

“My cunny’s wet inside and out now,” she grinned. “Join me in here, and let’s get rid of this unsightly growth! I have grown to dislike my cunny with a beard!”

At about the same time as Fanny got into her Mistress’s bath tub, Beatrice and Cecil had settled down in his dressing room, and were talking animatedly about what had gone on whilst Cecil’s younger sister had been away on her Grand Tour.

“Ma’ma and I met lots of very nice foreign ladies,” recalled Beatrice. “Most of them had daughters either my age or a little bit older than me. They all seem to do the Wedding and Coupling ceremonies differently to how we do it here. In France, for instance a girl can Couple as soon as she’s found her lover. She doesn’t have to wait for the Wedding ceremony.”

“But in Germany, she has to wait a whole week to participate in her Coupling, and in both Spain and Italy the bride is only properly Coupled after she’s been married for three months! “

“Oh my word!” exclaimed Cecil excitedly. “Thank goodness you will be coupled straightaway after you’re wed. Do you know who you are marrying yet?”

“Not yet,” replied Beatrice, “but Ma’ma and I are going to call on Mrs. Scarlet tomorrow. I presume she has some prospects lined up. Not that it matters, of course, but I do hope she’s got someone who has been properly trained.”

Cecil blushed. Beatrice knew the reason. Ma’ma had begun Cecil’s training almost as soon as he was able to walk, but Cecil had always found the conditioning difficult. In the end, Ma’ma had resorted to sending Cecil to Mrs. Scarlet for intensive conditioning. He still attended each morning, and Mrs. Scarlet held out some hope that he could be married off at some point.

“Let me see your John Thomas, Cecil,” said Beatrice with a grin. “I have my exercises to do. I think I’ll do them in front of John Thomas!”

Cecil groaned. He had no say in this matter. He stood up and slowly unbuttoned his breeches. He tugged them down and Beatrice giggled. There was a tiny bulge in his silk undergarment.

“Come on now, don’t be shy!” she encouraged him.

Cecil untied the drawstring and slid his silk knickerbockers down. His tiny cock bobbed up and down excitedly.

“Hello again, John Thomas,” giggled Beatrice, reaching out to stroke it. “You look as if you’ve missed me whilst I’ve been away!”

She sat back in her chair and took hold of the hem of her dress. She pulled it up, revealing several layers of petticoat. Beatrice looked at her brother slyly.

One by one, she pulled up her petticoats until Cecil was faced with the sight of his sister displaying her directoire bloomers. They were tied with pink ribbons at her knees, and already there was a wet stain at the gusset.

“I’m supposed to rub myself,” Beatrice said, “but as you are here, and John Thomas is so pleased to see me, I thought you could help me. Get on your knees between my legs and you may begin.”

With a gulp, Cecil did as he was told. He reached out a trembling hand, but Beatrice tutted.

“No hands, Cecil. In Paris, a lady is worshipped by her cuckold’s tongue. When I’m married, my husband will be allowed to lick my bare cunny, but until then, I have to keep her covered. You must lick me through my drawers!”

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Cecil began his task, savouring the scent and the taste of his sister’s excitement. He began to grunt with pleasure as he got into the task enthusiastically.

Beatrice caught sight of a movement out of the corner of her eye. She frowned and looked down.

“Oh no you don’t!” she muttered breathlessly, giving Cecil a hard slap across the head.

“No touching John Thomas. I don’t want him spurting all over my travelling boots!”

Spurting was exactly what Lady Constance was doing at that moment. Fanny had shaved her smooth and was now using her very experienced tongue to lick Lady Constance’s large, puffy cunt lips.

At the same time, her finger was rubbing her Mistress’s clit, and Lady Constance was writhing in ecstasy. Water sloshed over the sides of the tub, but neither woman worried a jot.

Lady Constance exploded with a wail of pleasure. She gripped Fanny by her ears and pulled her into her cunt. Luckily, Fanny’s earlier oral efforts had brought Lady Constance to the edge of her climax. Fanny’s kırklareli escort bayan face wasn’t submerged for too long, although she was gasping for breath by the time her Mistress released her and pulled her head back above the water again.

“Thank you, Fanny,” gasped Lady Constance. “I’ve missed your tongue! Those continental maids couldn’t bring me off like you do! Now get me out of here and dry me please.”

She stood up and Fanny wrapped a soft white bath towel around her. The floor was awash with water.

There was a discrete knock on the dressing room door. Lady Constance looked at Fanny with a conspiratorial grin.

“That will be Thomas,” she grinned. “Right on cue! Let him in, Fanny. Then get yourself dried and send for someone to mop the floor in here. Then you can join us in my boudoir. Your other skills are needed now!”

Thomas came in with a broad grin on his face, which got even broader when he cast his eyes on the naked, wet Fanny.

“Her Ladyship is in her boudoir, awaiting your attention,” she informed him. You may undress here. I have another task before I join you.”

She picked up the speaking tube again and blew into it. When it was answered, she told Albert to send two scullery maids up to Lady Constance’s bathroom with a mop and bucket and some cloths.

“Lady Constance will be occupied in her boudoir,” she informed Albert. “Tell the girls to work quickly and quietly. Her Ladyship will not want to be disturbed.”

“I understand, Fanny,” replied Albert, who like most of the servants at Smallcock Hall, had an inkling of what went on between Her Ladyship and some specially selected servants.

Putting the speaking tube back on its hook, Fanny opened Lady Constance’s vast wardrobe. She pulled out a drawer and selected what was required. She closed the drawer and the wardrobe and picked up the discarded towel that Lady Constance had dropped carelessly when she went into her boudoir.

Quickly, she towelled herself dry and hurried off to join Lady Constance and Thomas.

When she entered the boudoir, her Mistress was lying on her bed, gazing at a naked Thomas with a mixture of lust and disappointment.

“At last, Fanny,” she smiled. “Come here, girl. Ah! You’ve brought the impliment. It will be needed as you can see from Thomas’s rather unresponsive condition. Do something about it will you, please? Your tongue has left me in need of a good seeing-to, and Thomas isn’t going to be able to perform in that state!”

Fanny looked at Thomas up and down. She sneered and tapped the long rattan cane she had retrieved from Lady Constance’s wardrobe against her naked thigh. Despite his exalted position as butler to Lord Cockingham, when he was in a situation such as his present one, he was very much subservient to Fanny.

She extended her cane and lifted his limp cock. “How many should suffice?” she asked. “Will six hard strokes be sufficient, do you think?”

“I think so, Miss Fanny,” replied Thomas meekly. “At least, to get me stiff. I think that I may need some encouragement as well whilst I am pleasuring Her Ladyship.”

“That will be no problem,” smirked Fanny. “Now, her Ladyship has been waiting far too long for her cunny to be pleasured. Bend over the foot of the bed.”

Thomas obeyed and Fanny tapped her cane lightly a few times across his bare arse.

“Remember,” she said quietly, “the scullery maids are in Lady Constance’s bathroom. I know the door between here and the dressing room is closed, but I don’t want to hear a murmur from you. Do I make myself clear?”

“Perfectly, Miss Fanny,” replied Thomas in a quavering voice. “Please begin when you are ready.”

“And hurry up, Fanny,” said Lady Constance, withdrawing a finger from her cunt and waving it at her maid. “My cunny’s going cold!”

“Six hard strokes, no warming-up, no delay between strokes,” Fanny informed the butler. She lined up her cane in the centre of his buttocks and pulled it back to the full extent of her reach, turning at the waist to get maximum body rotation.

Swish…Crack!

Swish…Crack!

Swish…Crack!

Swish…Crack!

Swish…CRACK!! (Fanny was in a good rhythm now.)

SWISH…CRACK!!

Fanny flung her cane down.

“Stand up!” she barked, and when Thomas obeyed, her face, and the face of Lady Constance, broke into two huge grins.

“It never fails,” said Lady Constance, licking her lips at the sight of Thomas’s huge cock, now rock hard and displaying a beautiful shiny purple mushroom head and a thick shaft, with lots of prominent veins.

She lay down and opened her legs.

“Pleasure me, Thomas,” she commanded, and as Thomas slid his massive cock into her, she groaned with pleasure.

“Don’t spare the rod, Fanny!” she said breathlessly. “Cane him until he spurts!”

Fanny picked up her discarded cane and as Thomas got into his own rhythm, so did Fanny. At the end of each inward thrust, the sound of Lady Constance’s gasp of pleasure was closely followed by the swish of her cane and then the sound of rattan striking soft male flesh.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” muttered Beatrice as Cecil lapped enthusiastically all along her gusset. “That’s lovely, Cecil. You’ve brought me off nicely. Well I suppose I had better go and change for dinner. I’ll tell Ma’ma that you helped me with my exercises.”

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Chapter 4: Helping Alexis

By: SoleMann

In spite of how sore and worn my knees were, I cupped the front of my sweats and stood up to follow Alexis, so as not to drip any of the ice cream on the floor. Every step took great effort on my part, but the sight of Alexis’ fine behind, lovely legs and cute little feet going up the steps inspired me to go on.

Once I got to the top, I sat on the landing facing the steps to rest, as Alexis went to find me something to wear. To my immediate left was the door leading into the second-floor bathroom. To my right was the half wall of the staircase, which opened up right into her bedroom. I could see all her stuff scattered around her room, most of which I had carried up earlier in the day for her.

I could see her digging through a large garbage bag and said, “I meant to ask you earlier what was up with all those garbage bags you two had me carry in?”

“That’s simple,” she said. “Instead of wasting the money on taking our dirty clothes to the Laundromat, we saved them up for the week in these bags, so we could just use the machines in our new house.”

“So why are you digging through them now; you planning on doing laundry tonight?” I asked.

“No silly,” she replied. “I’m looking for something for you to wear. No sense in giving you something clean, with as messed up as you are.” She giggled. “And instead of you asking me all these dumb questions, shouldn’t you be in the bathroom getting out of those sweats and cleaning up?”

I gave her kind of a sheepish look. “Um, yeah, I guess you’re right.”

I then went into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I closed the lid on the toilet, sat down and went to work on cleaning myself up. I thought how familiar this seemed, but unlike earlier today, I couldn’t just hide my sweats like I had my underpants. So I cleaned the cum out of the inside of my sweats as best I could, and then wiped some of the ice cream from the outside of my pants and smeared it on the inside to try and cover the rest.

As I was just finishing that off, I could hear Jenna yelling up the steps, but I couldn’t tell what she was saying.

Suddenly the door cracked open and Alexis said, “Mom wants your sweats so she can throw them in the washing machine for you. So hand them out and then finish cleaning yourself off.”

I was embarrassed that she just barged in on me while I was sitting there half-naked, but luckily she didn’t actually come in. I tucked the whole mess down one off the pant legs, so none of it would get on Alexis or her mom, and then quickly handed it to Alexis before she decided to come in and get it herself.

“Did you find me something to wear yet?” I asked as I handed it to her.

“Don’t worry about that now, just give me those before mom decides to come up and get them herself. And make sure to get yourself cleaned up good,” she said as she closed the door behind her.

I then heard her go down the steps and some mumbled conversation with her mom. As I continued cleaning myself off, I heard Alexis come back up and return to her room. After sitting there half naked for what seemed like forever the door cracked open again.

“Here you go, hold out your hand. I don’t want to see your nasty thing,”

As I did, she reached her hand in and put something balled up into my hand that didn’t feel like much. I opened my hand to find a frilly white ankle sock and one of those thin bands girls use for a ponytail.

“What’s with this?” I asked.

“I know, mom said sweats, but I couldn’t find any of my sweat socks for you,” she said giggling.

I chuckled a little. “Okay, very funny, but this won’t solve my problem. I still don’t have any pants to wear.”

“Pants? Who said you need pants? You just have to cover up that nasty thing of yours.”

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“Nope, just slide my sock over your cock and balls, then put the band around your whole package to hold it on securely. And be quick about it, we don’t have all night,” she said more sternly.

There was silence for a moment as I took it all in. “Or do you need me to ask my mom to come and help you?” she asked, chuckling.

I wasn’t sure if she was kidding or not, but seeing how she seemed to get a kick out of embarrassing me in front of her mom, I didn’t want to take that chance. Besides, what choice did I have? Alexis had already taken my sweats from me and I had nothing else to wear.

I took the frilly white ankle sock and thinking how she might have taken it out of her dirty clothes bag, brought it up to my nose and took a quick whiff. My senses were immediately overloaded with her foot sent. kırıkkale escort It smelled like she had worn it for a couple of days, and the sock even seemed a little stiff like she might have.

Not wanting her to wonder what was taking me so long and risk her actually getting her mom, I quickly took a few more deep whiffs and then started slipping it over my cock. The smell from her worn sock had given me a semi, so it was easier to put on than if I was soft. I pulled the sock down my shaft and over my balls, so that my balls were in the heel of her frilly white sock. I then took the band she had given me and placed it around my cock and balls at the frilly ankle part of her sock. I went to the door and cracked it open to peek out. Alexis was just outside the door, leaning against the wall, looking impatient.

“Okay, I’m done. You sure this is all you want me to wear? Or were you just fooling with me?” I asked, hoping to catch a break and save a little dignity.

“No, I’m not fooling. Now get yourself out here already so I can get a look at you.”

I took a deep breath, swallowed my pride and headed out of the bathroom. When Alexis saw me in the clothes, or lack thereof, that she had me wear, she covered her mouth and started to laugh. There I was, the neighbor that she had just met this morning, standing before her with nothing on except a T-shirt and her frilly white ankle sock around my privates.

“Hurry up and get in my room, before my mom happens to look up the steps and see you.” Alexis led me into the center of her room. “Okay, now spread your legs a little, so I can see how good a job you did covering yourself up.”

She then stood in front of me checking out her handiwork. It was quite embarrassing standing almost half naked in front of this teen goddess with only her frilly white sock covering my manhood. Yet somehow it was exciting as well, and I was still sporting a semi in spite of it all.

“Aw, it looks so cute hanging there,” she mocked. “Especially with the white frills around it. Now you’re sure you secured my little sock properly?”

Suddenly, she lifted her right leg and snapped her little foot forward, catching the tip of my sock covered dick. Damn did that smart, and I quickly leaned forward and grabbed my aching penis.

“Just making sure it was on good enough,” she giggled. “By the way, that’s three for flinching.”

What? Three for flinching? She kicked my dick and didn’t expect me to reach for it?

“Now stand up straight and let’s try that again,” she said, “and this time keep your hands behind your back and don’t grab it afterwards. I get a kick out of seeing it bobbling around like that,” she giggled.

I don’t know why, but I felt compelled to obey and please this teen goddess. Without a word, I stood up straight again, spread my legs and put my hands behind my back.

“That’s a good boy, you’re learning fast,” she said. “Now let’s get started.”

I watched as if in slow motion, as she drew her right leg back this time, and then swung it forward. The top of her cute little foot came closer and closer to my manhood, and then made contact with the head. I could feel the sting from the added effort she put into kicking this time, and despite the huge sense of pain, I held my ground. I can’t say the same for my penis, as it was bobbling all over the place. When it finally stopped, it was now pointing straight at her.

“That’s one,” she said, then swung her leg back to let me have it again. This time, with my dick pointing almost straight out, her toes made contact with my semi hard shaft. The smaller contact point caused even more pain than the last time, yet I still did not grab for it. She seemed so amused watching it bobbling around that I didn’t want to let her down. At this point, I would have let her do it as long as she liked, just to see the smile on her face and the gleam in her eyes.

But instead, she got a pouty look on her face. “Well, that kind of kills my fun.”

Oh crap, did the sock fall off? I looked down only to see my still sock covered penis pointing back up at me. I guess the sight of this teen goddess doing a number on my manhood had affected me more than I thought. Then the feeling of embarrassment once again filled me, as I realized I was now not only standing half naked before her, but my penis was now full mast from her assault on it.

I sheepishly looked back at her with an “I’m sorry” look on my face. She then got that devilish grin on her face again, drew her leg back and swung it forward for a third time. I braced myself for the expected third kick to my manhood, but kırıkkale escort bayan unfortunately, she had another target in mind.

Suddenly my whole world exploded in pain, as her cute little foot made full contact with my trapped balls. I felt a gut-wrenching pain in my stomach, grabbed for my busted balls, and then hit the ground hard. While I was cringing in the fetal position on the floor, Alexis laughed above me doing a victory dance.

She then came up to me, and put her cute little foot on my head. “That’s three,” she said through laughing, “but you flinched again, so I guess you got three more coming.”

She then started caressing the side of my face with the ball of her foot and spoke in a mocking tone. “Aw, poor baby… did my little foot hurt you? Did it drop you to the ground at my feet? Did it turn you into this quivering mess beneath my foot?”

Then she pressed her foot against my lips. “If it’s that powerful, I think it should be worshiped.”

I knew what Alexis wanted, and despite the agony I was in, I started to plant kisses on the sole of her cute little right foot – the same foot that had made me writhe on the floor in such pain. I passionately kissed her cute little foot for a couple minutes until she decided removed it.

“We better get to work,” Alexis said, “but it looks like you won’t be much help setting up my bed in your current condition. So let’s put up my curtains first and that will give you time to recover. It will also keep you from peeking in at me from your house, unless I want you to see me.” And she gave me a little wink.

She then moved to the side window, which faced my house and said, “Okay, now crawl over here in front of the window and lie face up, so I can reach to put up my curtains.”

I mustered up what little strength I had, and did as Alexis told me. Once I was there, she positioned me so that my head was at the left end of the window and my groin was at the other. She then grabbed one half of the curtains and stepped up on my chest.

“I think I’ll start on the left side,” she said. “Now keep your face up and hold very still. You wouldn’t want me to fall.”

She placed her left foot on my forehead, shifted all her weight to that foot, and then placed her right foot over my mouth. There she was standing full weight on my upturned face, as if it was nothing more than a step stool to her. Looking up at her from my new standpoint, she seemed like a giant towering above me.

As she nonchalantly worked away, I could feel every little shift of her weight on my face. I did my best not to let her down and held my head as still as I could for her. With her cute little foot on my mouth and right under my nose, my senses were overwhelmed with her sweet foot scent. I don’t know why, but when her weight slightly shifted off her right foot, I opened my mouth a little. When it came down again, I started to run my tongue across the supple sole of her cute little right foot.

Alexis looked down at me with a big smile on her face. “Good boy.”

The thought that I was pleasing this teen goddess filled my heart with joy. In spite of the punishment she had put me through, and that she was doing to me now, I knew I would do anything I could to please her.

Alexis suddenly lifted her right foot from my mouth and placed it on my upper chest. Despite the great relief of pressure from her weight on my face, I felt a huge feeling of disappointment fill me and yearned to keep servicing her foot. Luckily that feeling was short lived, as Alexis then placed her cute little left foot over my mouth. Immediately my tongue darted back out of my mouth and started servicing the soft sole of her left foot. Alexis again looked back down at me with that big satisfied smile.

As with all good things, they must come to an end, and Alexis eventually moved down to stand with both lovely feet on my chest. In spite of her small size, her full weight on my chest made it difficult to breathe. But I could now see her in all her glory standing above me. From her firm behind, down her shapely legs to her lovely little feet. Alexis was truly a goddess, and I knew my place was definitely beneath her.

Alexis looked down at me and saw me staring up at her. “We’re halfway done, I hope you’re enjoying your little break.”

She stepped off me and went to get the other section of the curtains. When she came back, she stepped right up on my stomach. Once again her full weight on me made it difficult to breathe. I tried my best to keep my stomach muscles tensed, but as worn out as I was from the day’s events, that didn’t last long and I escort kırıkkale could now feel her weight crushing my insides. Now that my stomach wasn’t as high as my chest was, she had to go up on her toes to reach farther and the pain was intensified. I didn’t know how long I could last from the crushing assault of her cruel little feet to my guts, but I figured with her small size she couldn’t do any real damage, so I just laid there and took the punishment from her feet.

Alexis looked down at me and noticed the anguished look on my face. “Aw, poor baby, are my little feet hurting you again?” She giggled and then added, “If you had stronger stomach muscles, then it wouldn’t be so bad. Just look how gushy they are.”

She then went up as high as she could on her cute little toes, focusing all her weight on the center of my stomach and driving them in deeper. She got that cruel grin on her face and started bouncing in place on her toes. The pressure and pain caused by her driving her toes into my soft weakened stomach was almost unbearable. I gave her pleading looks to stop, but somehow this only spurred her on. She seemed to get a warped sense of pleasure seeing me suffer at her feet.

“What a wimp,” she laughed. “If you can’t even handle that, how you going to deal with this?”

With that she moved down to my groin, placed both her lovely feet flat on my manhood and nonchalantly continued hanging the curtains. Although her full weight was now crushing my penis, I breathed a sigh of relief that she had stopped her assault on my stomach. And despite the immense pressure on my penis, the sight of her standing on my groin and the casual shifting of her lovely feet once again brought me to full mast.

“Oh, how sweet of you,” Alexis said without even looking down. “Now you’re offering something for me to message my tired feet on.”

She then started to rock back and forth on my manhood, using it to massage her lovely arches. First she would rock forward, driving her toes into the left side of my groin, then she would rock back and drive her heels into the right. My mind was a mix of emotions, first pain caused by her driving her feet into me, then pleasure as she would slowly rock over my manhood, followed once again by pain. While she casually worked above me, her lovely little feet worked over my engorged penis, driving me into a frenzy. Just when she had taken me to the brink, she stopped and just stood flat footed on my manhood again.

“Well, we’re almost done,” she said. “I just got to scoot down a little more so I can reach to finish off this end.”

With that, she repositioned herself so that the ball of her left foot was now centered on my shaft. She then lifted her right foot, causing all her weight to be focused on her left foot and my hard penis. She lowered her right foot onto my trapped balls, looked me straight in the eyes, and slowly applied pressure until her weight was even on both feet. My jaw dropped and my eyes bugged wide open.

“Oh sorry, still a little tender down there are we?” She giggled. “No matter, we got work to finish.”

Once again, she went back to hanging the curtains, and shifting her weight back and forth between her feet. The more she had to reach to her right, the more she got onto the balls of her feet, and the more her cruel little feet were driven into my cock and balls. As she got near the end, almost all her weight was now focused on the ball of her right foot and my trapped balls. A gut-wrenching pain coursed through my body and tears were rolling from my eyes. I would have pleaded with her to get off them, but I figured that would only inspire her more to continue her torment.

Just when I thought I could take no more, she suddenly evened out her weight and stood flat footed. Although Alexis still had her right foot on my balls, at least she was no longer concentrating her weight on the ball of that foot and I got a little reprieve.

“We’re all done, how you holding out down there?” she asked. Then looking down at me and seeing the wrecked state I was in, she added, “I told you, you might have problems dealing with this. But you don’t seem too worse for wear.” As Alexis said this, she started kneading my already abused balls with her cruel little foot and laughing.

She then stepped back to get off me, but unfortunately for me, she led with her left foot. In doing that, she now had her full weight on her cruel right foot and my trapped balls. That gut-wrenching pain once again filled my body, and as soon as her foot left my balls, I immediately curled up into the fetal position at her feet. While I writhed around on the floor in agony, Alexis just stood above me laughing.

“Oops, I guess I should have stepped off with my right foot first,” she said. “Looks like we’re going to have to wait a little longer before we can tackle setting up my bed. But that’s okay, you can rest up again while we hang the curtains on the other window.”

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This is a continuation of Grandma & Me Part.05 which was just published. No one is under the age of 21 and the cast begins with me (John, Agnes (my maternal grandmother), her sister Rose, my good friends Herb and his wife Emmy Lou, and my work partner Jim. Each man has what is known as an anteater cock which features a long foreskin that hangs well over the end of his cock and looks like an anteater snout or an elephant’s trunk.

It is the dawn of a new day after a night of fucking, pissing, and sleeping. Grandma Agnes slept with my fellow worker Jim. Emmy Lou, Herb’s wife, slept with me and Herb slept with Agnes’s sister Rose.

During the night Emmy Lou woke up about three o’clock and let me know she needed to piss quite badly. She wanted me to spread her stocking clad legs apart so she could spread her hairy labia apart and not have to wipe her wet cunt. So we got out of bed and went into the en suite bathroom where she sat down quickly on the toilet, reached down to spread her labia apart, and proceeded to begin pissing up a storm. She must have pissed for at least a minute until it began to just dribble. Then she said. “I want you to take your tongue and lick my pee hole. Then we are going back to bed and I’m going to impale myself on your stiff prick again so you can flood my cunt with some more of your pollen.”

“I fucked you again during the night.” I told her. “You’ve had my prick inside your sopping wet cunt twice during the night and now you want me to fuck you again.”

“Yes. I need that long motherfucker of yours spewing baby batter inside me again.” Emmy Lou replied. “It feels so good when your cock is fucking me. You hit all the right places. Becky says that about you too. She says you really know where to place your cock in her cunt.”.

She moved her butt up to the front of the toilet seat and spread her wet labia. I slipped my tongue into her slit and first began sucking her engorged clit then after a few minutes shifted to trying to stick my tongue inside her urethra.

“Oh you fucker. That feels so good when you do that. I’m still all wet from you fucking me earlier, but I’m going to need some more of your long fat prick inside me again and shooting your semen inside my pussy.” Emmy Lou told me. “I’ll be leaking semen out my pussy lips all day today if I don’t wipe some of it out.”

“Don’t even think about wiping your wet cunt.” I told her. “Just leave your hairy pussy all wet and let it leak and run down your thighs and get your stockings all wet.”

“I don’t like to have semen running down my legs but I guess this time it will be alright.” Emmy Lou said. “Besides, I’ll be changing stockings after breakfast because I’m going to go out on the patio and piss again and let it flow wherever it flows or runs. Now I want you fucking cock back inside of my cunt again. Then we’ll get some more sleep.”

We got back in bed and she laid down with her legs spread wide open. I got between them and got my erect prick right at her vagina. Emmy Lou spread her labia open and my prick slipped inside her wet cunt again. She wrapped her nylon clad legs around my back and pulled my cock inside her vagina as far as she could. I loved the feel of her stockings slipping around my back and as I fucked her this time. I also latched onto one of her large nipples and began nursing her teat.

“You big motherfucker. It feels so good when your prick is fucking me and you’re nursing on my teat. Please keep it up while I climax a few times.” she said.

So I buried my cock in her vagina as far as I could and nursed on her nice large nipple. Emmy Lou was a perfect fit for being a HUCOW. Put her in a milking stanchion, fasten her teats onto the suction cups, strap her in so she couldn’t move, then turn the milking machine on, and let her teats get milked. She could even be fucked as well as sucking someone’s cock or eating some lady friends cunt while she was hooked up to the machine. There were several of the ladies who had their little church circle that would make great HUCOWS. Most of them also enjoyed anteater cocks too like Emmy Lou, Becky, Meredith, Lois, Martha, Sue, and one or two more.

Emmy Lou continued to moan while my prick was buried in her cunt and I was nursing her. I felt my climax coming and told her I was going to flood her cunt again.

“I can feel your prick getting fatter and longer.” she said. “Just let me have all your creamy semen then I’ll suck your cock clean and taste all our juices.”

“I’m anxious to ask Jim what he and Agnes did all night. She probably wanted a drink of whiskey, so she sucked his cock to get it. I’m sure he probably has a small bottle of VO or something with him. I really enjoy playing with her hairy belly and cunt. It’s a lot like yours with a lot of hair. She hardly ever wipes it after she pisses. Likes to leave it wet so her panties or DK’s get piss stains in the gusset. She’s such a whore.” I said.

“But you enjoy fucking her don’t you?” Emmy Lou asked.

“Yes. I enjoy fucking her as long kütahya escort as she is sober. She lets me watch her piss whenever I want to and we also take showers together every so often. Then I get to really scrub her hairy cunt and fat teats to my hearts content.” I replied.

“When I came home from school one Friday afternoon I found her a little intoxicated. Daddy was gone on business for a few days and it was only Agnes and me. If I told daddy she got drunk while he was gone, he would remove her from the house and send her to her brothers in Chicago. So I made a deal with her. I told her I wouldn’t tell daddy if she agreed to let me fuck her when I wanted to. If she agreed I would give her a little whiskey after I fucked her.” I said.

“She agreed so we began fucking. She began dressing nicer and taking a little more pride in what she wore. She put her stockings on with care so the seams were always straight. I told her she didn’t have to wear panties if she didn’t want to because I was going to watch her when she pissed anyway. She liked wearing Directoires, so she kept wearing them but left her briefs off most of the time. I told her not to wipe her hairy cunt when she finished peeing so the crotch of her DK’s got nice and piss stained. There’s more, but I’ll tell you about it after I fuck you again.” I said.

“Well suck my teats and play with my slippery sticky cunt right now so I can have another orgasm or two. My clit is getting big and hard again. I love it when you nurse me as long as you don’t suckle too hard.” Emmy Lou said.

So I turned on my left side and pulled her fat nipple into my mouth as I took my right hand and began massaging her wet cunt. Her nipple was so nice and fat and I pulled on it slightly with my mouth.

“Oh you motherfucker. That feels so good when you suckle my nipple and play with my clit. I think I’m going to climax right now. Just keep doing what you’re doing so I can make my cunt even wetter than it is.” she told me as she reached down with her hand and grabbed my now semi erect cock.

I nursed her for about five minutes and Emmy Lou told me she climaxed at least three more times.

“Now I need to get up from here and piss again then I think we should see what Jim and Agnes are up to. I wonder if he has eaten her cunt yet tonight.” she asked.

We got out of bed and Emmy Lou trundled to the en suite toilet, turned around, sat down, spread her legs wide apart and began pissing. As she pissed, she also took my cock and slipped it in her mouth and began sucking on the foreskin very gently.

She let go of my cock as she finished pissing and stood up.

“Oh fuck. I’m still dribbling and it’s running down my legs getting my fucking stockings all wet. I guess I’ll need to change them shortly, but let’s go see what Jim and Agnes are doing.”

We quietly sneaked out into the hallway and went to the bedroom where Jim and Agnes were sleeping. However, they weren’t sleeping at all. My grandmother, in her sixties, was sitting squarely on Jim’s face and he was busy sucking her old pussy.

“You cunt eater. You just keep your fucking tongue in my cunt and don’t stop sucking my clit until I tell you to.” Agnes said. “You’ve got me climaxing all over the place and I may have to pee too.”

I could see Jim’s mouth as he kept sucking on Agnes’s cunt and her just telling him to keep sucking it.

Emmy Lou wanted to see what her husband Herb was doing with my great aunt Rose so we toddled toward the bedroom they were sleeping in. Much to both of our surprise, Herb was straddling Rose’s chest and she had his long anteater cock stuffed in her mouth. Herb happened to look out to the hallway as we were standing there and motioned for us to come into the room.

“This old whore enjoys sucking my snout so I just let her.” he said. “I’ve fucked her twice already tonight and now she wants to suck my prick, so what can I do?”

“Just let her suck it Herb.” I told him.

“Yeah darling. Just let the old whore suck it so you can give her a nice drink of sperm filled semen that she can swallow.” Emmy Lou told her husband. “I love seeing another whore sucking your cock and letting you blow your nuts off in her mouth.”

About that time Herb blew his nuts off in Rose’s mouth and she swallowed his complete load of pollen. Then he scooted down on her body and said. “Look who we have company with Rose? My wife and your great nephew. They just got done watching you give me a great blowjob and drinking all my baby batter. I think you’re a very good cocksucker and it felt very good when you were sucking me off.”

“Well, I like to suck cocks especially ones with long snouts on them, Then I can suck the snout as long as I want to.” Rose replied.

We decided we had seen enough so we headed back to my bedroom.

“Herb is such a motherfucker.” Emmy Lou said. “He loves to play with my pussy hair and he licks my pits too. But he enjoys having his cock sucked by me then fucking me very deep escort kütahya in my cunt with it and emptying his nuts in me.

“Why do you always wear grey stockings Emmy Lou?” I asked her.

“Herb likes the way my legs look in grey nylons and they also match the color of the hair on my belly and pussy too.” she replied. “He thinks that makes him get a better hard on than if I wear beige or taupe. I love watching his cock get hard and the foreskin retracts a little bit and I get to see the red head of his prick as it peeks out. Sometimes he wants me to suck it and nibble on the foreskin.”

“Well, I like to nibble on your clit and tongue your pee hole too. Of course I like to eat your vagina then fill it full of warm sperm filled semen and flood your cunt with it.” I told her.

“I think your grandma and great aunt enjoy being fucked too from the looks of things.” Emmy said. “Tell me more about Agnes.”

She was wearing Pointe nylons and the seams were crooked. One of my mothers cocks men was coming to fuck her so Agnes told me we should go upstairs to her bedroom so they could play without us interrupting them. So as we went upstairs, I told her she needed to unhook her stockings and take them down, then pull them up again making sure the seams were straight. I told her she looked like a tramp.

She told me she needed to pee so we stopped at the bathroom, she pulled up her dress, sat down on the stool, and pissed up a storm. I helped her unhook her stocking from the garters and she pushed them down then pulled them up again getting the seams straight. She told me she needed a good fucking, so we went to her bedroom. I told her to take her dress off so she was wearing only a garter girdle, stockings, and I thought a bra. I was wrong about the bra. Her teats were hanging down on her chest so I told her she needed to put on a black cut out bra so her nipples and areolae would show. She also was wearing an almost transparent pair of white Directoire Knickers. They were so transparent I could see all of her salt and pepper cunt hair through them.

“Get your fucking dress off.” I told Agnes. “If you’re going to be my whore grandmother, then you’ll dress the way I want you to. Now do you want a shot of VO?”

“Yes. That would taste very good. I promise to be good to you but don’t tell your father I got a little tipsy. He’ll send me to Chicago and I don’t want to live there.” Agnes replied.

I got the bottle of VO from my bedroom and two shot glasses. I poured each of us a shot and I told her to sip it, not toss it down the hatch. I told her to get on her bed so I could suckle her teats then fuck her good.

“I really want your hard cock fucking me. Your daddy fucks me pretty good almost every day and shoots his creamy pollen in my cunt. He won’t let me wipe, so it dribbles out into my briefs and gets the crotch all wet and sticky.” Agnes said.

“I know you don’t wipe. I’ve seen your panties in the clothes hamper and can see the semen and piss stains all over the crotch of them. Obviously daddy enjoys your old grey haired cunt. Now I’m going to play with it and get you all wet and horny then fuck you good with my uncut prick you old whore. Then you get your whiskey.” I replied. “Then we are going into the bathroom and I am going to wash your hairy old cunt and ass with warm soapy water, dry you off, and take you back to bed and eat you cunt, your clit, and suck your pee hole. Would you enjoy that?” I asked.

“That would feel very good. Your daddy doesn’t like to wash my pussy or my ass, so I have to do it. He also isn’t much on eating my cunt either.” she replied.

“Well, I’m going to be washing both your pussy and your ass most of the time. We may even take a shower together and you can play with my cock and nuts. Soap my cock good then suck it.” I told her.

“So she took off her transparent Directoires and stood there in her garter girdle and stockings.

“I need to piss badly darling.” she said.

Then let’s head you to the bathroom so you can spread your legs and let me watch you piss again. Then I’ll wash your cunt and ass and then eat your hairy cunt.” I told her.

She walked in front of me and I could see her cunt hair getting damp. By the time she sat down on the toilet seat, she was already dribbling down her legs. She spread her legs wide apart and I stuck my hand under her cunt so I could feel her hot piss and catch some of it too.

“I get to watch both of them pee too.” I said. “Agnes has little choice if I want to watch her piss or I piss all over her. She doesn’t get any whiskey if she doesn’t let me do those things and she loves her whiskey. So I get to watch her and sometimes I will eat her cunt out too. She enjoys sucking my cock too. She calls it a pig snout because of my foreskin being so long. That’s why you like it too, isn’t it?”

“Well, I do enjoy sucking the foreskin on your prick as it begins to get hard. It’s also fun to watch you pee through your long foreskin too.” Emmy kütahya escort bayan replied. “But you know how to fuck a woman and the ladies in our little church circle all enjoy every one of you guys that we fuck.”

We now shift to where Agnes and Jim are spending the night, in her bedroom. Agnes is sitting on the toilet pissing and Jim has his hand under her cunt catching some of it, then drinking it. It seems like Agnes is pissing forever.

“She must have had her two shots of whiskey.” I told Emmy Lou. “She always has to piss like that after she gets whiskey. It must activate her kidneys so she has extra piss to expel. Jim always likes it when Agnes comes to Mel’s store with the pretense of buying shoes. She never wears briefs or DK’s, so when she sits and puts her feet on the stool to let Jim measure her feet, which never change, she spreads her legs open and shows him her grey haired pussy, then asks him if he enjoys seeing it. She usually ends up buying a pair or two of stockings.”

“Well Becky and I do the same thing with you, so you must enjoy seeing my grey haired cunt and Becky’s coal black hairy cunt too.” Emmy Lou said. “Becky says it gives you a thrill to see our cunts.”

“Well it does particularly if either of you need to take a pee while you’re at the store, which you usually do. You always want the door open then want me to lick you wet hairy cunt dry when you finish.” About this time Agnes stands up and thrusts her cunt at Jim and tells him to suck her wet cunt and lick her pee hole too. I suggest to Emmy Lou we go see what my father doing with my great aunt Rose.

We find the bedroom they are in and we see Rose on her elbows and knees being fucked from behind by father. Her huge udders are hanging down and her nipples are almost touching the sheets as he plows her cunt with his scimitar shaped cock.

“You motherfucker. You’ve got your fucking prick in my cunt so far I think it must be in my intestines, but it feels ssssooo good. I want you to shove that fucker in and leave it there for a minute so I can have an orgasm or two then you can fill my cunt up with your seed and I’ll slip a pair of briefs on without wiping my cunt when you pull out. That way your pollen will soak the crotch of them and won’t get the sheets all wet. Now fuck me hard and let me climax.” Rose screamed at him.

Father shoved his swollen cock deeper inside Rose’s hairy cunt until he erupted deep inside her and made her scream “You big fat motherfucker. That prick of yours is flooding my fucking pussy. Now leave it inside me, then when you get my panties on me, I’ll suck our juices off of it. and clean us off.” Rose screamed at daddy.

Father must have been able to sustain his erection because he left his cock in Rose’s cunt for about three more minutes, the popped it out, grabbed a pair of black briefs from her bag, and slipped them over her feet and helped her pull them up.

“Now get your fat cock up here so I can suck our juices off and I can fondle your nuts some more. I also want to play with that pig snout of a foreskin that you have on your fucking cock.” Rose told him.

When we got back in bed Emmy Lou asked me what Agnes and I did when daddy was gone.

“I take care of her. On Thursday’s she goes to the rectory for lunch with Fr. Leo. Only his secretary is with them. She has fixed lunch for all three of them and Agnes is dressed like a lady wearing either a nice dress or a suit with two inch pumps. Sr. Jeanne is also dressed nicely with both women wearing full fashioned stockings and either a girdle or garter girdle. A blessing, a little wine, lunch, dessert, coffee and the afternoon is set to begin.” I told her.

“What happens next?” Emmy Lou asked.

“Leo removes his priestly garb and under it he is attired in very nice lingerie with his cock dangling down. He is wearing a garter girdle, full fashioned stockings, a cut out bra for his fat teats, and he slips his feet into two inch pumps. Usually Sr. Jeanne cleans off the table while Agnes begins stroking Leo’s fucking uncut prick until she gets him erect. Then she circles his cock with her mouth and begins giving him a good blow job. About this time, Sr. Jeanne returns and stands over Leo’s mouth and begins dribbling her piss into his gaping mouth. He swallows all of it. Then she sits down on his face and he begins eating her very hairy cunt. Her cunt is much like yours with gobs of hair around it. She lets him eat her out for about five minutes then gets off his face.” I told Emmy Lou.

“Oh God John. It sounds like a fucking orgy to me.” She replied. “Then what happens?”

“Agnes removes her dress or suit and shows Leo and Jeanne her beautiful lingerie. Some days she wears sheer briefs while other days she wears opaque

Directoires. Her udders are encased in a cut out bra with her aureole and nipples sticking out so they can be nursed while she is being fucked. Her stockings are pulled tight by the straps of her garter belt or garter girdle and the welt of her stockings is way up on her thighs. Sr. Jeanne disrobes too and is wearing pretty much the same thing as Agnes.” I told Emmy Lou.

“Oh it sounds exciting.” Emmy Lou said. “All three of them wearing nothing but lingerie. I know Fr. Leo and I would never imagine him cross dressing like that.”

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“You are weak, Stone. No match for my superior strength and skill. You are coming. You will come. I will meet Zenova de Crie in final match and I will do to her what I do to you.”

Sweat dripped through Trinity Stone’s blonde cornrows, pooling in stinging drops around her blue eyes. She couldn’t get loose from the hold. The woman held her from behind in a reverse figure four leg lock and a rear naked choke. A very large cock pistoned in and out of her sore pussy. She’d been in the same position for nearly five minutes, she thought, unable to get away. Her opponent was much stronger. She wouldn’t pass out from the choke hold–the kind of win no woman wanted in a sexfight. Her opponent would keep her stretched and force an orgasm for all to see. It was going to be excruciatingly embarrassing.

One hand released from the choke hold to begin stroking her erection. The remaining hand cupped her chin. A tongue licked wetly at an earlobe. A massive orgasm began building in her crotch. Her brain tingled in anticipation.

“I love you, Pookie.”

“I love you, too, Mellie,” came a tinny reply.

The voices made Trinity imagine her sister Willow, abdomen swelling with her growing baby, being fucked from behind by her manager Melanie, the baby’s ‘father.’ A chill ran down her spine. That’s like seeing your parents have sex, she thought. The inevitable march to orgasm slowed.

She flexed her Kegel muscles. She had been doing it half-heartedly since getting stuffed and stretched. Now, she worked them with the expertise she’d gained over a month with her lover Zenova de Crie and six tournament sexfights.

The woman behind her grunted in surprise. Trinity twisted her head, got an earlobe in her mouth, and sucked gently.

“Oh, fuck,” the woman groaned.

The pair hung on the cusp of orgasm.

The blonde contracted her Kegel muscles in a slow ripple. Mel fucking Willow, Mel fucking Willowmelfuckingwillowmelfucking… she thought frantically.

Her opponent shuddered. Trinity felt the big cock pulse inside her. After a moment’s stillness, the woman began shaking like she’d put her fingers in a light socket. The cock pulsed again … and again. Within thirty seconds, the blonde lay atop a dazed opponent. Her need for climax receded. She waited until she was sure she wasn’t going to come before moving.

Trinity slowly slid away from the deflating cock. Rivulets of cum flowed from her pussy to pool around the woman’s crotch hair. She turned to sit on the sweaty stomach. More cum flowed.

“Three climaxes in quick succession. Impressive,” Ronja Lindsrom snickered at the flaccid woman from her lazy position on the couch. “For your opponent. I must remember to train you to withstand an attack like this. To have a normal woman drain you so thoroughly is truly an embarrassment. For you.” Glee dripped from each word.

“‘You are weak … No match for my superior strength.’ Seriously? Do Mongolians talk like that?” Trinity asked.

“No idea. It sounded good, da?” Yelena Tarasenko replied with a weak grin from her position under Trinity. “You can do this again? In real fight?” The young Russian waved a hand to indicate the Kegel muscles and cock draining. She wiped her damp red hair from her blue eyes and stuck out her tongue at her manager.

“That’s my plan,” Trinity answered.

“How did you turn the table?” Ronja asked. Her own pale blonde hair floated enticingly around an equally pale face. “I was sure Yelena would tip you past the brink.”

“I thought of something disgusting,” Trinity said.

“Can you please keep it down?” Melanie said. “I’m talking to Willow about the baby and the connection isn’t good.” Trinity’s manager went back to cooing at her tablet screen.

Blonde American and blonde Swede shared a long, meaningful look.

Trinity rose, extending a hand to Yelena. “I’ll wash your back. You can explain to me how to put someone in that really excellent hold.”

——

Yelena sat on the couch next to Ronja, her back well washed. Trinity sat curled up in a chair, her cock soft from the Russian’s expert mouth. The pair had decided Trinity would recover her stamina and be ready for the semifinal sexfight over the next two days–a blowjob wouldn’t drain the blonde’s sexual reserves. Which was perfectly fine with Trinity. The last thing she needed was a case of blue balls going into the fight.

The view of Bangkok’s Chao Phraya River from the Mandarin Oriental Hotel was a perfect backdrop for a lazy conversation. Outside it was hot and sticky. Inside the Garden Suite room it was cool–though it had been hot and sticky earlier.

“You think I can take her?” Trinity asked. “Everyone I talk to says she’s strong and relentless.”

“Khulan is a true force,” Ronja said in answer. “Yet, you submitted Yelena despite being trapped in a hold I taught her. To defeat an enhanced sexfighter is a rare achievement. Based on your performance against us in August, I was sure you could never escape. You were pitiful then, you know. Neither kocaeli escort you nor Zenova were a match for us.”

“It will not be short fight, Trinity,” the Russian said. “Mongolian has incredible strength. You, on other hand, can take much punishment for long time.” She grinned as Trinity raised her middle finger. “You wear her down over two, three rounds. We carry you–exhausted–from mat in victory.”

Melanie appeared behind the couch, tablet in hand. “Bad connection. I’ll try later. The two of you need to stop filling Trinity’s head with nonsense and distracting her from preparation. She’s going to win. I have no doubt at all.”

“Then you bet on her to win this time,” Ronja said with a straight face. Trinity scowled at the Swede.

Melanie colored but said nothing. It was well known the svelte brunette hedged her wagers to make the most money from every one of Trinity’s fights. She’d won enough to pay off the huge debts her ex-husband left her, even going so far as to go against Trinity in side bets on how long the fight would take, whether Trinity ejaculated–and how many times.

“Don’t you have some place to go?” the manager asked, motioning with her head. “Some sightseeing?” When she got no answer, she opened the door. “Get out. Trinity and I have to talk.”

“We are not wanted,” Yelena pouted theatrically. She slumped toward the door, followed by an amused Ronja. “We will come back tomorrow.”

“No. You can come back after the fight. After Trinity wins. I don’t want her distracted. Out.” Melanie didn’t quite slam the door after them.

“That wasn’t very friendly,” the blonde said. “If I’m not bothered by them, why are you?”

“They delight in false assumptions, Trin. They keep saying you will win.”

“And you think I won’t?”

“That’s not what I mean, and you know it.” Melanie waved her arms in the way she did when she thought something was obvious and believed no one else did. “Don’t get cocky. You’re a better fighter, better at fucking. But your opponent is driven. I hear her manager tells her it’s her destiny to beat you and go on to win the tournament. She thinks she’s on a mission. She’s someone who doesn’t believe in odds or experience or training or anything important to you. Concentrate on what you do best. Winning.”

Melanie continued to talk with her back turned to the blonde. Trinity plopped onto the couch, put on a set of wireless headphones, tapped at her phone, and zoned out to Keith Jarrett. By the time her manager turned around to see that she was being ignored, Trinity was in a much happier place.

As usual–at least over the last few months–Trinity meditated to adjust her aura. It was easier each time. The doors on the long hallway representing her and Zenova’s lives were all closed except for one on each side at the end. She knew it meant they each had one major choice left to make. She still didn’t know what the choice was. The disembodied voice who spoke to her when she started meditating months ago had fallen silent. She–and Zenova–were on their own. The large dial above the door at the end of the hall was almost entirely blue, with flashes of red. Both pointers were well beyond the three-quarters mark to ‘Yes.’ The door beneath the dial didn’t open–again. Whatever she needed to get through it was yet to happen. She wondered as she meditated, relaxed in the blue glow meaning she was doing fairly well, whether she’d ever find out what lay beyond it.

——

The car drove along a wide street lined with well-maintained houses, most of which showed lights in their windows; people were at home, enjoying a meal, watching TV, talking. Trinity sat in the back seat, completely lost. She’d gotten into the car at the hotel. From there, it was turn after turn from busy city avenues to narrow streets to this one. North, east, she had no idea, but she didn’t care. She knew where she was going, even if she didn’t know where it was.

She’d never been to Bangkok, probably never be back after the match. The only thing that mattered was getting to the fight. The car turned down a long, narrow alley. Trinity recalled her first fight for the Hexagon Consortium, what seemed a lifetime ago, but was really less than a year. Melanie drove her down a tree-lined lane to a nondescript house; they went in through a back door. This night would be different. She slowed her breathing, centering herself. It almost worked. Next to her, Melanie was hyperventilating because she’d lost the signal mid-way through another of her endless conversations with Willow.

Another turn, and the alley widened to a parking area filled with cars. Beyond it loomed a large house surrounded by a manicured garden. Typical of the Consortium, Trinity thought. They never pick industrial or commercial areas. I bet the neighbors have no idea what goes on in there.

The air was close, hot, wet when she got out of the car, even though the sun was down. Both women were dappled with perspiration when they reached the main entrance. kocaeli escort bayan Later, it will be ‘sweat.’ Now, before the fight, it was the more polite version. Trinity smiled to herself. Their driver, who wore a traditional Thai shirt and slacks, didn’t seem bothered by the heat or the mosquitoes.

No back doors this time, she thought with small satisfaction, as she and Melanie were escorted in the front door. What a difference a year makes.

Two women and a man met them, the same ones who visited their hotel room three days ago. This time they were dressed formally, as if for an outdoor gala. The older woman bowed slightly. The others smiled politely.

“Welcome, Ms. Stone, Ms. Gray. We are pleased to greet you. This is a great honor for the Thai branch of the Hexagon Consortium tree. I confess I have never witnessed an actual sexfight. I am told it is quite … exciting.”

Trinity paused, waiting for Melanie. Her manager fumbled with her tablet, trying to get it into her bag. The brunette swore softly under breath. Trinity returned the bow. “Thank you. Your hospitality is much appreciated. May your branch grow strong with many leaves.” At this, the man beamed. It appeared to be the right thing to say.

She leaned forward as if to tell a secret. The older woman leaned, too. “To tell the truth, I’ve never actually seen a Consortium sexfight, either. I’ve always been kind of busy.” Her hosts chuckled. “I hope they’re as exciting from the outside as they are from the inside.”

“I look forward to this match,” the man said. “Your opponent has been here for an hour. She seems …” he hesitated, obviously searching for polite words, “very eager. I assume it is the impatience of youth.”

Damned with faint praise, the blonde mused. Don’t get cocky, she reminded herself. It only takes one arrogant assumption to find yourself flat on your back, soft, and headed home. A maiden aunt instead of Zenova’s lover.

Aloud, Trinity said, “It’s better than my first time. I had no idea what I was doing. It was only after the fight I understood what I’d gotten myself into–and I liked it.”

The man and women nodded in agreement. Melanie finally wrestled the tablet into her bag. She brightened, becoming all Manager. “We look forward to the match. I agree it is a coup for the Thai branch to host this semifinal. Well deserved, in my opinion.”

There were mutual congratulations all around. The man motioned to another man who led them to a private locker room, much like the others she’d seen. Guess the Consortium uses the same designer for all their arenas, the blonde thought, amused.

Trinity undressed slowly, taking time to appraise herself in the full length mirror hung on a wall. Blonde hair in cornrows. Blue eyes steely with what she hoped was determination. A face that made people turn their heads, most of the time. Her tall, sculpted body reflected long hours with weights and cardio. Muscles rippled as she moved. Her cock–big enough to make most men jealous–began to rise between her tucked up balls as she thought about the upcoming match. A lot of the women she fought believed a more voluptuous figure helped. She’d been told the MMA fighter appearance put people off. Yet she was in the sexfight tournament semifinal and the curvy ones weren’t, proof to her that hours at a weight bench, thousands of reps at her personal muk yan jong to harden her hands and help her reaction time, miles of long runs to improve her stamina were worth it. And sex. Lots of sex.

She thought of all the random ‘sparring’ partners Melanie found for her. The sporadic bouts with Ronja or Yelena, whose enhanced bodies made sex not only energetic but dangerous. Most of all, she thought of Zenova, her lover, and–after she won this fight–her opponent in the final match on New Year’s Eve. Sex with the exotic Belgian brunette had been almost non-existent recently. The Consortium didn’t want the appearance they were colluding to fix the tournament. She recalled each of the three times they’d met secretly in the last three months: short afternoons or nights of torrid, sweaty sex leaving them both exhausted and frustrated. The thought of being able to tangle with Zenova free of any conditions, even if it was in front of an audience, hardened her resolve to win this fight no matter how long it took, no matter how driven her opponent.

Melanie handed her a thigh-length silk robe. “You look great, babe. After you win, we can celebrate.” Trinity knew exactly what it meant. As Willow’s pregnancy wound toward nine months, she encouraged Melanie to have sex with her sister. Willow said it made perfect sense, considering the two women had been sex partners–never lovers–before she arrived. Sometimes, when they were at home, Willow watched, giving Trinity advice on how best to please Melanie. Despite everyone consenting, the blonde found it hard to get excited when her sister insisted she fuck the father of her child–Trinity’s impending niece. Still, sex was sex, escort kocaeli after all. If she couldn’t have Zenova or Ronja or Yelena, her manager would do.

“Time to meet and greet your fans,” Melanie said, opening the locker room door. And for you to make more connections, Trinity thought. That’s Mel, always looking for the next edge. She strode from the room, the brunette rushing to keep up.

——

Muted conversation surrounded Trinity when she entered a large room, about thirty feet on a side. A canvas mat, eighteen feet square, dominated the center. It was larger than most of the mats on which she fought. They were ten feet on a side to allow a select group of Consortium patrons to get a close look at the action. A single row of comfortable chairs–six to a side–formed a sort of ring around the mat. These were for the favored guests; the rest would stand behind the chairs. She decided this mat was bigger to allow more people around it without forcing them to sit in rows. Patrons paid a lot of money to get sprayed with sweat and cum. A small bar huddled in one corner. Roving bookmakers chatted with guests, making notations on tablets. A lot like the farmhouse in Waterloo, Trinity decided. Too bad it had to be closed after the riot.

“Hot in here,” she said to Melanie.

“Yeah. I saw a thermometer on the outside wall when we came in. Twenty-seven Celsius. Which is …” the brunette’s nose scrunched in concentration.

“About eighty Fahrenheit,” Trinity answered. “There any a/c in here?”

“No, just the open doors and a fan,” Melanie said. “Gonna get slick on that mat. Which is good for you.”

I hope so, Trinity said to herself.

Forty to fifty people mingled in formal chut thai: long, high-collared shirt and trousers for men; a chakkri dress or slinky Chinese silk sheath for women. Across the room, her opponent, Jalair Ganzorig Khulan, spoke with guests who surrounded her and her manager. She didn’t look up until the conversation dropped to near silence as people noticed Trinity.

She felt uncomfortable, suddenly longing for the early days of her career when she was just another sexfighter, an anonymous woman with a better than average chance to win. Now she was a minor celebrity. Her quick quarterfinal victory caused ripples through the Consortium’s clientele. She was mentioned as a force of nature, unstoppable. It made her head spin and her stomach clench.

Someone handed her a bottle of water. She turned to say thanks, but whoever gave it to her was gone, evaporated into the knots of guests. The water was tart, with a mild metallic taste, not the best she’d had, but it wetted her mouth and soothed her agitated stomach.

A hand touched her shoulder: Yelena, with four wide-eyed young men in tow. Trinity was taller than all of them, which meant the Russian towered over them. Introductions, bows, and small talk followed, with the young men trying hard not to stare at her crotch. She was used to it by now. Her hermaphrodite gender was common knowledge to all in the Consortium. She was amused–as usual–at the male fascination with her genitals. Even those who considered themselves virulently masculine were often reduced to red-faced silence around her.

There were hints of offers for personal wrestling matches, which Trinity politely refused. She preferred people like her–a traditional female would do in some cases, but she found men in general to be less able to accept a loss, especially when the rules allowed the winner to fuck the loser. Those who enjoyed being dominated almost always gave her shivers.

She saw and spoke to many she knew by sight but not by name. They all knew her. It was unsettling to discover she had a fairly large following, and how many of those she spoke to had seen more than two of her matches. Melanie was in good form, dodging direct questions, making vague remarks about future meetings and plans, trying unsuccessfully to keep Ronja and Yelena away. Trinity expected there would be more than one deal started tonight. Her manager might not be available for celebrating afterwards, which only left her with the two enhanced women. Damn the luck.

A discrete gong sounded and the room fell silent.

——

The Consortium representative, a man called Somchai–no last names, as usual, Trinity mused–planted himself at the center of the mat in the now-quiet room. He was short, stout for a Thai, well dressed, and appeared to be permanently grumpy. His meticulous tonsure was pressed to his scalp, either from the heat or a lot of hair cream. He spoke in flawless English.

“Ladies and gentlemen. Honored guests.” He bowed toward a man sitting in one of the chairs with a huge grin on his face, dressed in a western-style tuxedo. Oh, fuck, Trinity thought as a small thrill ran through her. It’s His Grace, I mean Roderick, er, Bunny. No pressure now. Bunny waved his champagne flute at her. Filled with soda water, no doubt.

“This is the last semi-final match of the Hexagon Consortium’s first World Sexfight Tournament. The first semifinal was won by the European Champion, Zenova de Crie. Tonight’s winner meets her for the title on New Year’s Eve. Hotel space is scarce in St. Moritz. If you have not already made reservations, please contact us after the match. There are no guarantees.”

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Kinktober 2021 Day 2: Pet Play

Cameron put the key in the door and turned it. He was tired. It had been a long day and he was eager to take his shoes off, open a cold beer and kick back and enjoy it on the sofa. He didn’t expect, though, to find what he saw when he opened the door.

‘Well, what do we have here?’ he asked, still tired, but noticeably more cheerful.

A cute, high-pitched bark was all he got as an answer. His boyfriend, Sam, wearing nothing but a dog mask, a collar and leash and a short, black tail plug had clearly been waiting for him at the door. Now he was wagging his ass from side to side and panting with his tongue out, visible through the open mouth of the mask.

As soon as Cameron closed the door behind him, Sam leaped up to him and pawed at his crotch.

‘Down, boy,’ he told his boyfriend, sternly but playful, and pet his head.

Cameron went to his room to get into something a bit more comfortable, with Sam following close behind on all four. He took his shoes off first, kicking them onto a small heap of discarded shoes in his side of the bedroom. Sam looked at them with eagerness. Cameron noticed.

‘No!’ he said sharply. ‘If you want your prize, you have to be a good boy.’

With that, Sam rested his butt on the floor. He looked up at Cameron and tilted his head, waiting.

‘That’s a good boy.’

Cameron finished taking off his clothes, only his underwear malatya escort remaining. He went to take a pyjama shirt from a drawer, but decided against it and instead went for a leather harness. He put it on and took Sam’s leash, attaching it to his chest piece. He took one more thing from another drawer: some lube and a big pink dildo with a knot.

They went back to the living room, and Cameron sat on the sofa, patting next to him. Sam got up on it too and lied down, his body coiling around itself. He rested his head on Cameron’s lap and looked intently at his boyfriend’s noticeable bulge, panting again.

‘Not yet, boy,’ teased Cameron with a chuckle. ‘Put your head here,’ he added, patting on his other side, ‘and give me your butt.’

Sam obeyed and moved his head forward, resting it on the cushion. His ass was pointed at the ceiling, right in front of his boyfriends face. Cameron audibly marvelled at the sight, and slapped it once. Sam barked in return.

‘Shh, it’s okay, boy.’

Cameron continued caressing and admiring his ass until he reached the tail plug and grabbed hold of it. Delicately but decidedly, he pulled. Sam cooperated and relaxed the muscles of his asshole. A medium sized plug came out. Cameron discarded it and proceeded to massage Sam’s gaping hole, sliding two of his fingers around the rim. He then reached for the lube and squeezed a good amount straight into the boy’s escort malatya hole, returning his fingers to the place they’d been moments before to make sure it was well spread and his innards were sufficiently lubricated.

‘Down!’ he ordered suddenly. His boyfriend whimpered, but did as told.

He got up and took the dildo, which had a suction cup on one end. He placed it on the floor, sticking upwards, and made sure it wouldn’t move. He put some more (much more) lube on it and stood up.

‘Sit, boy,’ he told his pet. The other boy just looked up at him. ‘Sit,’ he said again in a slightly annoyed tone.

The dogboy moved and placed his ass over the toy. He seemed hesitant, but his dick started to rise as soon as the plastic one came into contact with his sphincter. Cameron smirked. Sam looked down and was panting as he slowly took the thing in his ass. Too slowly.

‘Hey,’ Cameron called as he pulled from the leash. Sam’s attention was back on him and the prize right in front of his face. ‘Is this what you want?’ Cameron said massaging his own dick over the underwear. He hooked his free thumb into the waistband and pulled down, releasing his sizeable member. Sam’s eyes lightened up and his panting became more eager. Cameron pet his head and nudged it closer to his crotch. ‘Suck it,’ he whispered.

Sam enthusiastically started lapping at it, up and down. Then, in one rapid movement, he malatya escort bayan took the whole length of it into his mouth and throat. He gagged a little, but didn’t budge, swiping his tongue over the underside of his partner’s cock. Cameron, seeing the tears forming in his closed eyes, pulled his head back a bit. Sam took the opportunity to breathe, and started bobbing his head up and down the other’s shaft as soon as he was able to. He felt his boyfriends hands move over to his shoulders and push him down, impaling his ass on the dildo. When his ring reached the knot, he went up again, feeling the plastic dick leave his ass. Then down again, taking it up the ass faster this time. He soon started jumping on the toy without the help of his boyfriend, whose dick was still being treated to a most pleasing blowjob. His own penis was bouncing uncontrollably up and down, spilling precum everywhere.

Soon, Cameron was moaning loudly and knew he was getting close. He grabbed the back of Sam’s head and thrust deeply into his throat, cumming hard inside. Before the throbbing of his cock had subsided, he pushed his pet down onto the dildo with force. Sam felt the dick fill his rectum fast, but then he met some resistance. The well lubricated knot opened up his asshole and went inside, rubbing against his prostate. This was too much for him and he felt his balls contract. Sperm started spewing from the tip of his cock as his boyfriend’s cum was still rolling down his throat.

Cameron took his dick out of Sam’s mouth. ‘Good boy,’ he said smiling. He headed for the kitchen and opened the fridge. He grabbed a beer and opened it. ‘Now clean up your mess and don’t even think about taking that knot out until I tell you to.’

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