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This is Chapter 8 of this story. The other stories, in order, are:

1. Seeing my Sister

2. Bob sees his sister’s body

3. Bob Discusses things with his sister

4. Bob and Becky get comfortable again

5. Becky likes to watch

6. Bob and Becky watch each other

7. Bob and Becky, Ch. 7

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Eventually we decided we were tired, and we went to bed. I thought I would sleep instantly, but the events of the evening were swirling through my head. My sister watched me whack off, then she had jacked me in my own bed and I had cum on her face, then she gave me a nice slow handjob in the shower. I thought back and remembered how it felt to have her naked body pressed against my back, her hand around my shaft in the warmness of the shower. Amazingly, though I had already cum three times that night, I was getting hard again.

About 45 minutes after we went to bed I heard my parents arrive home. They came in the front door. “That’s odd,” I thought. Usually they would come in the garage door. This could only mean that they drank tonight, and took a taxi home. I snickered as I imagined driving my father to their car in the morning: I would be able to lay it on pretty thick. “Now father, drinking to excess is not the way to party….” I could imagine the hilarity now.

My parents went straight to their bedroom. I could hear them rummaging around, but suddenly I heard my father groan. There was no mistaking that groan! There was a noise, like they had actually leapt onto their bed, and I could hear someone breathing pretty hard. I knew I should do something, put on headphones, anything to block it out, but I was intrigued. Very slowly and quietly I got out of bed and put on my track pants. Silently I opened my bedroom door and crept into the dark hallway.

My parents, in their hurry to get into bed, had left their door part way open. The lights in their room were on, and I could clearly see them on the bed. My jaw dropped. My mother was on top of my father, sucking his cock while he ate her. On the list of things I never expected to see, my parents in a “69” would have been pretty high. They were clearly both enjoying it. I was amazed at how far my mother was swallowing my father. He wasn’t huge, probably about the same size as me, but she was taking the whole thing in with each stroke. I wished they were facing the other way, so I could see what my father was doing to my mother.

I felt more than heard that Becky’s door open. I looked up and saw her coming into the hall. In the dim light that was thrown from my parents room I could see that she was naked. She quietly stole over to me and looked at mom and dad, then whispered, almost inaudibly, into my ear, “You pervert! Watching mom and dad?” but there was a wicked grin on her face. She looked into the room and watched. We backed up as far as we could and still see — we did not want to get caught.

I marveled at how long they ate each other. I would have cum several times if someone was giving me a blow like that, I am sure. Eventually my mom threw her head back and her back arched and froze. Her eyes were closed and she breathed in deeply and held it. She was cuming, and by the sound of it, she was also a squirter. She rode my father’s face until her orgasm subsided. She rolled off my father and quietly said, “Come on, pump he hard until you cum, jerk yourself onto my tits.”

Becky and I looked at each other. This was amazing. Our parents were dirty talking while they fucked with abandon. I was very hard, and I rubbed myself a little through my track pants. Becky watched me for a moment, then turned back to my parents.

My father had one of my mothers ankles in each hand. He pulled her legs up and separated them. My mother grabbed his cock and guided it into her. He buried himself in one stroke, and paused. Mom’s head was toward us, so while we couldn’t see her pussy exactly, we could see dad’s cock as it slid in and out of mom. This was very exciting! Dad got faster and faster. He was practically ramming mom, and they were both loving it. She panted, “Oh, oh, oh, oh” with each thrust, not loud, just little grunts, it was pretty clear she was getting close to cuming again. Dad kept hammering away and at one point he pushed mom’s legs up toward her head and closer together. This must have made her pussy feel tighter because his head fell back with his mouth open. Mom grunted a bit louder and held still, causing dad to pick up his pace — he was really going at it, his thrusts were very fast and obviously quite hard, as mom was bouncing with each thrust.

Suddenly he stopped and pulled his cock out, and I saw something I’ve never ataköy escort seen before: mom’s pussy squirted. I don’t mean some fluid oozed out, I mean she squirted a LOT of liquid hard enough that it made it all the way up to my fathers neck. His whole chest was damp with mom’s ejaculation! I looked at Becky, her mouth was open, she stared in disbelief.

Dad wasted no time, he wanted to cum himself, so he plunged back in, spreading mom’s legs, still held by the ankles, further apart. He only seemed to thrust a couple dozen times, and he released mom’s ankles and pulled out of her. Amazingly, as dad started stroking his cock mom came again, with just as much fluid. She seemed to aim, as her fluids covered dad’s cock and the hand with which he was stroking himself.

This did it for dad — his cum erupted out of his cock and hit mom in the face. The second jet landed on her neck, and the third and fourth (and fifth!!) covered her tits and belly. I’ve never seen so much cum in my life. My parent’s bodies were both covered with each other’s and their own cum. My dad seemed to fall back, and he laid on his back. My mother rolled forward and started sucking his cock, though it was now growing soft. She cleaned it off completely, and continued sucking it, completely swallowing the semi-soft cock of my father. I looked at Becky, she was still staring at my parents. I noticed her nakedness again, and wished I could do something right then and there. But I knew that spelled disaster. She must have noticed I was looking at her, because she suddenly looked at me and motioned for me to look at our parents again.

When I looked back I saw my mother letting my father’s cock out of her mouth — it was fully erect again. She pushed him gently until he got out of the bed and stood next to it. She got onto her hands and knees and backed toward him. From our vantage point we could see her pussy, which was very wet and shaved completely bald. We saw dad put his hands around her small waist and enter her in one thrust. We watched them for a while as they fucked like dogs. It was very hot, though I had seen people fucking this way on online porn, it was different really watching it. I could hear how wet my mother was, and I could hear them slapping together with each thrust. They were both panting hard, and I felt Becky’s hot breath in my ear.

“Go to bed, they won’t last long like this and then they’ll pass out and sleep. It will be obvious we are here if they shut off their light.” She said to me. I looked at her imploringly, but she just gave me a little kiss on the cheek and went into her bedroom, silently shutting the door.

I went back to my room, incredibly frustrated and horny. I stripped off my pants and climbed back into bed as quietly as I could. I could still hear my parents fucking, and I grabbed my cock and started slowly stroking. I didn’t realize just how turned on I was, but almost as soon as I started, I was ready to cum. I slowed my hand and held off my orgasm as long as I could. When I felt myself start to cum I all but stopped my stroking. This extended my euphoric state as my orgasm began but I did not yet start to erupt.

I shot many ropes of thick white cum into the air. They landed and collected on my chest. I continued to stroke myself slightly until I felt my penis softening. I laid there for quite a while, feeling the cool air on my penis and chest, not minding the feeling of being covered with my own cum. I began to think about what I had seen in my parent’s bedroom. I though specifically of my mother ejaculating, and wondered what that felt like against dad’s chest. I realized that Becky had ejaculated while I was eating her, but it had been no where near as much liquid, nor had she ejaculated with such force. I wondered if properly stimulated, if she could cum like that. For that matter, maybe Sheryl could do that too. I decided I was going to look it up online the next day.

I finally got up and cleaned my cum off with a t-shirt that was in the wash anyway. I wondered if anyone else did my laundry if they would notice. I thought about my parent’s bed, and how badly it needed washing at this point. She’ll probably do laundry first thing in the morning.

The next day was Monday. “Great,” I thought, “a new work week.” Though really I had nothing to complain about, there were only a few weeks left in the summer, then my working days would be over for a school year.

I was a bit tired from being awake so late the previous evening, but as I showered I remembered everything I had seen the previous night. I had masturbated with my sister, she’d given me a handjob and I’d eaten her, we’d showered together, and we had watched bakırköy escort my parents fucking like wild animals. Quite an event filled evening.

By the time I made it downstairs everyone had left for work. There was a note from my mother, asking me to move the load of laundry from the washer to the dryer. It was their sheets and a few odds and ends. “Big surprise,” I thought. I thought back to the previous night, and wondered at my parents. They obviously had an active sex life, and they obviously enjoyed each other. I was glad for them, but also intrigued. “What else did they do on a regular basis,” I wondered aloud. I had a few hours until I had to go to work, and I decided I was going to have a snoop in their room.

First I looked in their bedside tables. There wasn’t much interesting there, just some different forms of lube. I couldn’t imagine my mother ever needed lube, after seeing her last night. Though I was aware she likely didn’t always cum like that. I decided to keep looking. I looked through my father’s underwear drawer, nothing there. I looked in my mother’s underwear drawer and was startled. There were amazingly small and sheer panties. There were boy-shorts, and every kind of underwear you can imagine. But nothing else interesting.

I noticed there were no bras in the drawer. I started opening other drawers, and found her bras in the lowest drawer on the dresser. It was a little hard to open, it stuck and made noise as I forced it open.

Inside there were a lot of different shapes and colours of bras. Some were obviously utilitarian, some were very obviously sexy. Pushing them aside I heard something scrape against the bottom of the drawer. Looking under the bras I was surprised again by my parents. It appeared there was a dildo in her drawer.

I looked carefully at her bras, hoping I could re-create their locations so she wouldn’t notice if I looked more carefully in the drawer. I pulled a bunch of bras out and was surprised several times anew, as I found quite a few “marital aids.” There was a small silver one attached to a battery pack that made it vibrate. It was too small to be a dildo, it must be just to stimulate the clit. There was one that was just about life size — this one was quite something. It was about the same size as my own erection (which was starting to grow). There was one that was smooth and blue and about life-size also. It vibrated too, really quite violently. There was one that was a bit bigger and had a clit stimulator. Then there was one that was enormous. It seemed impossible that it would ever fit into any woman. It must have been 14 inches long, and nearly as big across as a beer can. It was heavy, too. As I hefted it in my hand, judging the weight, I imagined it getting slowly worked into a pussy, maybe one like my mom’s. I imagined my mom cuming all over it first, making it slick. I was getting pretty hard and I released my cock from the confines of my pants.

Then there were a couple items I couldn’t quite identify. They were cone shaped, then they came in sharply, then there was a base. They were not very long, and their girth was not as great even as the blue vibrator. I looked at one of these closely while I absent mindedly pulled on my cock. Then it hit me — these were for your butt! I had read about these, but had never seen a picture of one. I wondered about these, were they for mom or dad? There were two, maybe they both used them? The thought of a couple having sex while they both had anal dildos in was exciting. I recognized that the shape would allow them to stay in your anus without holding them.

I grabbed the life-like dildo and held it along side my cock. It was similar in size and shape. I wrapped my hands around it, using one to hold it steady and one to stroke it. “So this is what it is like to give me a hand job.” I joked with myself. Then I had a dirty thought. I opened my mouth and put the dildo’s head into my mouth. It wasn’t hard to get the whole head in, and I bobbed on it a little bit, feeling terribly dirty and perverse. I tried to put a little more of it into me, and felt the resistance of my throat. I pushed a bit harder, my eyes watered, but I tried harder. I tried to relax my throat, but got no where. I pulled it out, gasping.

“I have no idea how women do it.” I said aloud. I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. My cock was sticking out of my pants and I had the dildo in my hand. I put it in my mouth again and looked in the mirror. It was a strange sight, that looked back out at me. I was sucking a dick, or at least a realistic version of one. I sat back down amidst the toys and looked at them all again.

I put them all back except for topkapı escort the slightly smaller anal dildo and rearranged mom’s bras on top. When I was satisfied that they looked as they had before I started I shut the drawer. It groaned shut and I stood up and went to the bedside table and pulled out the different sex-lubes. I selected the one that said it was ultra lube and put the rest back. I decided the best place to try this was the shower, and I undressed for my second shower that day. I was still erect, and the anticipation was making me ooze pre-cum. Once the shower was warm I shut off the water and laid on my back. I stroked myself a few times, then grabbed the anal dildo and the lube. First I lubed a finger and worked that into my anus — that feeling of filling my butt was quite nice. I hadn’t done it since I first tried it a few weeks earlier.

I put lube all over my cock and all over my butt hole and the surrounding area. Then I coated the dildo very well. I tentatively put the tip to my hole and pushed a bit. It was a lot larger than my finger, and there was resistance right away. I pushed harder and felt a little pain, but also exhilaration — I was lying on my back and pushing a dildo into my ass. My cock beat steadily with my heart and I stroked it a few times. I kept pushing and kept pushing. The pain increased, and I backed off. After repeating this process four or five times I got to a point where I was sure I could take no more. And then I slipped past the largest part of the dildo, and it sank the rest of the way into me and stayed there.

I felt full — it is hard to describe. My cock felt impossibly hard and I touched it, but did not stroke it as I was afraid I would explode too quickly. I felt incredible. I straightened my legs and gasped over and over as I encountered the new sensations of my body in different positions with a dildo in my anus. I arched my back, moved my hips side to side, and pulled my knees up to my chest over and over. This last was magical. I could not believe the sensations I was feeling in my penis, even though I wasn’t touching it. I grabbed my knees and pulled them up to my chest, then straightened my legs out, then repeated this, quite quickly. I was in heaven. My body was responding, and even though I was not stroking myself I knew I was going to cum. As it grew nearer and nearer, I grabbed my knees and pulled them particularly high and held them against myself. That pushed me over the edge and I began to cum.

In that position when I came, and I did so with serious force, I ejaculated right into my own face. I shut my eyes and felt my cum hitting my forehead over and over. I felt it drip down my face, over my eyes, and across my lips. I have no idea how long I held that pose, but eventually I needed to straighten out. As I did I, the sensations in my anus seemed enhanced, like my orgasm made every part of me more sensitive. I noticed that my cock was still hard, though I had just cum. I couldn’t open my eyes as there was still cum in them. I laid there for a while, then decided that I wanted to taste my cum. Sheryl said it wasn’t bad. I stuck just the smallest part of my tongue through my lips and tasted my own fluid. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t something I was going to consume on a regular basis. However, I was surprised at how nice it had been to cum on my own face. It added something.

Blind and groping, and with a dildo in my ass, I stood up carefully in the shower. I started the water and washed my face off and looked down. There stood my cock, as hard as it ever had been. I grabbed it again and thought, “why not, let’s have another.” As I stroked, I reached around and jiggled the dildo in my ass and thought I was going to jump through the ceiling. It felt wonderful. I gently pushed the dildo in rhythm with my strokes and gloried in the ensuing pleasure. Very quickly I was ready to cum again, and I did so with amazing force, considering how often I had cum already that day.

When I was finished my penis deflated to about half mast. I decided it was enough, and I squatted a little and worked the dildo out of my butt. Coming out felt even better than going in, and I was fully erect by the time it was out. I put the dido aside, but grabbed the lube and lubed both my right and left hands. With my right I jacked my cock with abandon and with my left I fingered my ass. I worked hard and fast, and very quickly had my third orgasm. I was amazed, and wondered if this was the kind of thing I would be able to share with Sheryl. I had no idea if she was into it or not.

I finished up with my shower, and washed the dildo very thoroughly. When I was done in the bathroom I put the anal dildo back very carefully in the drawer. I sniffed it to make sure it was clean, it was. When I was done I went downstairs to get some breakfast and get ready to go to work. As I sat at the table and recounted the events of the past few days I realized that I had cum more in the last day than in the previous week. I needed to make sure I didn’t have too many days like this or I’d wear myself out!

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In my younger, wilder days, I’d meet guys at the local ABS. Well, by “meet”, I mean I blew them through the glory holes. I didn’t want them in my booth or to go anywhere with them for personal safety reasons…I didn’t want to get my ass kicked or worse.

I’d go infrequently during the week…maybe once or twice, suck a dick, then head home. On the weekend, however, I let loose my inner slut. I’d usually suck anywhere between five and ten guys over the weekend. My personal best was fourteen, and my lips were raw when I finally got my fill.

I always spit, never swallowed. I didn’t mind the taste, but couldn’t bring myself to swallow a guys cum until I met Robby.

I was sucking a real nice cock through a glory hole one Saturday morning. He was about 6 inches, kinda thick, with a big mushroom head. I was really going to town on him, expecting him to explode in my mouth at any second when he suddenly pulled out of my mouth. On my knees, spit dripping from my lower lip, I was confused until I heard him say, “I’m coming over.”

A shock ran through me. I looked, and in the flickering light of the video saw that I hadn’t locked the booth door. I was clumsily scrambling to get to my feet, made difficult because of the wet slick floor, when it swung open and he slipped inside.

He was older than my 20 by a good decade or two, shorter than me, and seemed fairly fit. He hadn’t bothered to tuck his cock back into his pants, and it bounced slightly as I stared at him.

He really didn’t give me time to react, stepping up to me and placing his hand gently on the back of my head. My mouth opened on it’s own, and in no time he was pressed against the back of my throat. I’d learned to control my gag reflex a long time before, but the suddenness of it caught ataköy escort me off-guard and I choked/gagged on him for a second before he pulled back.

He started pumping himself in and out of my mouth, his hand grabbing a handful of my hair and guiding my head with it. I wasn’t blowing him as much as he was fucking my face and for some reason that REALLY turned me on.

My own dick was hard as a rock until he said, “Let’s go to my place.” Scared, my dick wilted as he pulled himself out of my mouth, pushed his hard cock inside his pants, and pulled me to my feet by my shoulder.

I wanted to protest, say “no”, but when my mouth opened I was shocked to hear me say “OK” instead. He half-guided, half-pulled me out of the booth and out of the bookstore to the parking lot.

I tried to pull away to go to my car, but he gently but firmly led me to his. “I don’t want you changing your mind,” he grinned. I knew I shouldn’t, but I found myself climbing into the passenger seat of his car.

As soon as he pulled out of the parking lot, his hand grabbed mine and placed it on the bulge in his pants. I felt embarrassed, thinking that anyone could see me doing it, but that didn’t stop me from stroking him the whole time he drove to his house.

It didn’t take long before we were in a nondescript, cookie-cutter subdivision…you know, the kind where every fourth house is the same design. He pulled into the garage, waited for the garage door to close, then led me into the house.

As soon as we got into the living room, he pulled his shirt, shoes and pants off, and suggested I do the same. I’d never been naked with a man before (or with a woman, come to think of it), and I hesitantly undressed down to ataşehir escort my underwear. When I finished, I saw that he’d taken his underwear off but had left his socks on.

I was about to drop to my knees when he surprised me by pulling me against him and holding me close. Feeling his man-heat against my chest felt pretty damn good, and I damn near came in my underwear when he bent his head down and started kissing and nibbling my neck. Damn, that felt good!

His lips traced from my neck to my cheek, then to my lips. My mouth opened voluntarily as his tongue slipped inside. Honestly, I never wanted to kiss a man. I just wanted to suck their dicks. But I submitted to him, luxuriating in the sensation of my first kiss.

As he kissed me, his hands slipped inside my underwear and cupped my ass. My dick throbbed, and pressed against him like I was I’m sure he felt it. He fondled my ass as the kiss went on, until he broke it and gently pushed me back onto the couch.

Sitting in front of him, I was at the perfect height. I leaned forward and took his cockhead between my lips. He groaned slightly as I slowly slid my mouth down his shaft, then groaned louder as it pressed up against the back of my throat.

Having his cock in my mouth put me back into my comfort zone, and I started sucking him with a vengeance. He let me for a minute or two, then his hands found my head again and his hips started driving his cock in and out of my mouth.

He kept moving forward, pressing me into the back of the couch. I was trapped between him and it, helpless as he pistoned himself furiously between my lips.

Now, I love sucking dick, but having my mouth fucked like that, and being kind of helpless in fındıkzade escort the position I was in, got me really going. I slid my hand down, and on the first stroke of my dick I exploded in my underwear. It was probably the most intense orgasm I’d ever had in my life, and he was gentleman enough to slow his cock’s onslaught of my mouth while I came.

After I finished, he resumed fucking my mouth. I felt a little sideways twist in his thrusts and realized that he was about to cum. I heard he say through what sounded like gritted teeth, “Gonna cum baby…swallow me.”

The first shot went straight to the back of my throat and, horrified at myself, I instinctively swallowed it. The second pulse gave me as much as the first, and by the time the third rope splashed against the back of my tongue I was swallowing willingly. Even though I’d just cum, my dick throbbed at the idea that I’d taken his cum into my belly. It was such a turn-on that I wondered why I never swallowed before.

He kept his cock in my mouth until his throbs stopped, then slowly pulled it out. Squeezing it, he produced a pearl of cum at the tip. I leaned forward, licked it off, then swallowed it too.

He sat down on the couch next to me and put his arm around me. Idly playing with my exposed nipples (which turned out to be nice, too), I embarrassingly asked his name and gave him mine. We had a nervous (on my part) conversation there on the couch where he told me that I was the first guy he’d ever brought to his house. He ended up with his hand on my cum-soak, underwear clad dick. I saw his cock start to thicken again, and I started to harden again.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” he said, standing and holding out his hand. I was nervous, but at the point where I’d let this man do anything he wanted to me. I took his hand, and he pulled me from the couch and led me to his bedroom.

There were more firsts that day and in the days that followed with him: me getting fucked for the first time, my first orgy, my first gangbang, the first time I got my dick sucked by a woman. But those are all stories for another day.

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Dear Reader,

It looks like this is going to be the last part for a while. I’m writing chapter 25 at the moment. But I’m quite busy. I hope I can do that part (Ch. 25 – 27) in the coming weeks. So please be patient, because writing, translating and editing may take some time. But for now,

Enjoy and please rate it and leave a comment. I hope to hear from you.

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22 In the conservatory

While you read this part of the story, listen to the album:

Cuidado Coracao by Amália Rodrigues

Softly I heard the sounds of a Fado filling the room as I tried to untie the knot.

“You have to be patient, I have to adjust a few things.” I heard Pablo say to my left.

The knot released and I blinked at the bright sunlight. Slowly the contours in the space started to take shape and color. I was in the green. No uniform green, but varied variations that were interspersed in certain places by beautiful pink, red, yellow, blue and white spots. Large plants and orchids, a jungle? No, a subtropical greenhouse? Or not…?

I looked up where a glass dome let light through. I was in a large conservatory.

Right in front of me was a little white cast iron table and three matching chairs with cushions on the seats. The legs and the edge of the table were made of fine filigree.

Suddenly I became aware of the high humidity. It was so humid that my blouse had started sticking to my back.

I took a breath and sniffed. The intoxicating scent of the flowers present had an erotic effect on my body. My nipples hardened.

Pablo was standing to my left in a kind of portable photo studio with his photo case and was busy arranging the lighting of a flash installation.

“Come here.”

I walked over to him and saw that he too was bothered by the heat. There were pearls on his forehead. He pointed to a spot in the studio area for a huge roll of anthracite-gray paper hanging almost ten feet above the ground and half-unwound on the floor for at least six feet. A beige towel was laying right next to the paper.

“Take off your shoes before standing on the paper.”

He pointed to the towel.

I went to the towel, took off my shoes and put them neatly next to the paper. Pablo had put his camera on a tripod and was busy connecting the camera to the flash installation.

When he looked up, he said, “A little more forward, Nita. Otherwise we will get those hard shadows.”

I carefully took two steps forward. Pablo looked through the lens and raised his hand to indicate that I should stop. He came out from behind the camera and walked to a chair that he took just in front of the paper. Then he took a long wire from the tripod which was connected to the camera. Pablo sat down on the chair.

“I will now first check whether I have adjusted the light correctly. So you have to stand still for a while.”

I dared not answer so I nodded.

He pushed a little button attached to the wire and went back to the camera. He looked at the photo for a moment and then walked over to one of the flashes on the right. He placed it half a meter towards the paper and then pushed the button again. He walked over to the camera again and nodded as he looked at the result.

“Yes, now it looks good. Come on back here Nita and don’t forget to put on your shoes when you come overhere.”

I put on my shoes while Pablo was busy with his photo equipment. I went to the chair and suddenly heard him say, “No, Nita, go to the table. So I will know for sure that everything will remain as it is now.”

I walked obediently to the table and he followed me a little later.

“Sit down.”

I sat meekly and he came to stand next to me, dropped to his knees and said, “We have two hours to shoot some nice pics, that seems like a lot, but it isn’t. I want you to listen carefully to me and do exactly what I say without comment.”

He looked at me, not as if he was waiting for an answer, but more observantly, searching as if he wanted to take in every detail of me.

“You have a bra on, take it off first. You know why.”

I took a deep breath and suddenly became aware of my nipples puncturing my bra. I wanted to say something, but he gently pulled a lock out of my face as he got up. I closed my mouth again.

“You can change behind there.” Pablo pointed to the roll of paper and I stood up and walked behind the studio section. Behind the paper roll stood another of the chairs that were around the table.

I unbuttoned my blouse, unhooked my bra and laid it over the chair. While I put the blouse back on, I saw the damp spot on the back. I quickly buttoned it up. While I was busy buttoning my blouse I rubbed my breasts for a moment and became aware of my nipples again. Sensitive as they were, they rubbed against the fabric of the blouse with every movement I made, making them only seem to get harder.

With a color of excitement and perhaps also of shame, I stepped away from behind the paper while closing the top button and I walked over to the towel.”

All the while she had been sitting şişli escort she had looked at the fireplace while she had slowly drunk her glass. I picked up the bottle that I had placed next to me and stood up. I pushed a cushion towards her and sat down next to her. There was some sauce at the corner of her mouth and I moistened my finger with my tongue and then I started wiping away the sauce. She continued to look into the fire, recalling what she had experienced at the time.

Without saying a word, I licked my finger. She turned her head towards me. I rubbed my finger over her mouth and offered it to her. For a moment she looked at me strangely, but when I gave her an encouraging nod, she put it in her mouth. She sucked softly and I felt her tongue brush my finger. When it came out of her mouth she smiled.

“I’m getting a bit stiff.” she said, trying to get up. She had been half on her knees most of the time and I had to stop her so she didn’t fall over, only that didn’t work out so well. We both fell on the ground giggling. She lay down when I got up. I walked over to the fire to throw another block on it and turned around. Her dress was pulled up by the fall and I could see a large part of her thighs.

Take it easy now, don’t make hasty decisions. The story had excited me, but I managed to control myself. Slowly she rose and I saw the doubt appear on her face again.

“I see you’re worried, honey, about Tomàs?” She nodded.

“Also, but even more about Carlos, what he will do as soon as he realizes that I had absolutely no idea about the archiving. Soon I will lose my job and I really need the money Dito.”

I started to laugh.

“Don’t worry about that. For a long time I had an idea for improving the archive and worked it out on my computer. Tomorrow I will present it to the management and then indicate that it was your idea in principle and that we have worked it out in recent days. I am sure they will appreciate it. And Carlos? I don’t think he has any doubt.”

She was somewhat reassured but still …

“If you want you can call your babysitter, so you’ll know all is well with Tomàs.”

She looked at her watch and shook her head. “It is already half past ten. I don’t want to call her anymore. By the way, if it didn’t go well, she would have already called me.”

I walked over to her and put my arm around her shoulder. And pressed a kiss on her cheek. For a moment I felt her shiver. “Are you cold?”

“No, but I think the alcohol has its effect. Normally I don’t drink on a weekday.”

I could not control myself and turned her towards me. Gently I kissed her on her mouth. “We are going to make a place to sleep for you in a minute. But first I want to hear what happened that afternoon.”

I lowered myself again on the pillow and patted the cushion next to me. She sat down against me and continued with her head on my shoulder.

“When I took off my shoes and stood on the towel, Pablo approached me and tried to loosen the top button of my blouse. I looked at him and then at his hands clumsy at the button.

I laughed and said, “Do I have to help you?” and took his hands off my blouse. I loosened the top button and looked at him.

“Yes, and the next two as well.”

Again I doubted for a moment, but since he had already walked back to his camera and I remembered what he had said about commenting, I released them both.

“Good, now to the middle, yes good.” I had walked barefoot to the center of the paper.

“Hold the lapels of your blouse with both hands, Nita. But first put up your collar. And look a bit angry at the camera. As if you are angry with me … Yes, that’s it … a little more to the left, yes good that way. “

I heard the shutter a few times and the flashes of light coming from the installation made it impossible for me to look. I tried to keep my eyes open, but everytime the flashes went off I blinked.

“Do I have my eyes closed?”

He looked back at the images.

“No, you’re doing fine. Now I want you to bring your blouse over your shoulder on one side, No, your left shoulder, Yes, turn around a quarter turn to the right and look over your left shoulder. Hmm “

He looked through the camera. “Your blouse pulls too much, loosen another button.”

I looked at him as I loosened the button and felt the warm air on my chest. I looked down and saw that my breasts were half visible. Because I had turned away from him, he certainly couldn’t see them. I resumed the pose.

“Buttocks slightly back and your hair …”

He looked through the camera again and then came to me. Before he reached the paper, he quickly took off his shoes and walked on in his stockings. I tried to hold the pose as he shifted locks from my hair. I saw his forehead shine. When he walked back and put on his shoes again, he took off his shirt.

He had a white t-shirt underneath with cap sleeves. It stuck to his body.

“Try to look sultry… No, that’s way too much, too much still, how it should be, it should be just a little inviting. mecidiyeköy escort Yes, that’s right!! Fine.”

Click .. click … click ..

He looked over the camera. “Take your blouse out of your pants, Nita. Yes, no, completely, front and back, then those annoying ripples that now run over your back disappear. Yes good, your hand in your side, yes your left. Perfect, stay that way.”

Click .. click .. click ..

“Just come over here, Nita, and you can see what I did.”

I put on my shoes again and walked over to him. I saw a few nice photos on the screen of the camera.

I smiled at him “Beautiful Pablo, that looks good”

He nodded with a serious face and then said: “Take off your pants and then stand up again. I just have to change the light.”

My face fell and apparently he had seen it.

“Don’t be difficult now, Nita, you’ve posed in your underpants before and your blouse covers a lot. Walk!”

He had gone to the flash and started fumbling with the tripod. I walked behind the paper while undoing the button on my jeans.”

–

23 In the green

While you read this part of the story, listen to the album:

Complete Nocturnes (Chopin) by Brigitte Engerer

“Are you ready?”

It hadn’t sound like a question but rather like a command. Hesitantly, I came out from behind the roll of paper, pulling down my blouse so that it covered my thighs.

“Well, hurry up, we should be out of here in a few minutes.” He looked at me from behind his camera and suddenly I felt very naked.

“Pablo, I don’t know if I have this …”

“Oh, hush Nita, I just have to shoot some nice pictures of you. You will thank me later for doing this.”

I took off my shoes and got on the paper.

“Turn around, yes, with your back to me. Just pull that blouse over your shoulder and then look at the camera.”

click … click … click.

“Put your hands on your back. Left hand in your right hand. Yeah okay, look at me now. No, no, Nita is not angry. Those pictures are really going to be beautiful. Just look a little shy. A little more, like a little girl…”

click… click… click.”

She was playing with her glass, looking into the fire and sighing.

“If only I had known …” more to herself than to me.

I decided not to comment on it and asked, “Did he do anything else?”

She took her head off my shoulder and looked at me strangely. Suddenly she understood what I meant.

“Oh no, he hadn’t touched me all afternoon and wouldn’t do that. He took a lot of photos and I was still allowed to keep the blouse on. He managed to get me to take off my pants, because, as he said, it came out just below the blouse and it looked weird. I kept pulling it down so nothing of ehhh … “

“Of your pussy?” I filled in for her. I got up. Andreas Vollenweider’s magical sound was silent and I walked over to the installation to put on another CD. As I filled the glasses, the library was filled with Chopin’s piano sounds. I offered her her glass and sat in the armchair. As she sat, she turned to me and nodded. She took a sip as I saw her cheeks flush.

“Uh .. to show my pussy. At one point I had to get on my knees. First with my back to the camera. My arms were stretched, leaning slightly back. He was so busy commenting and because I couldn’t see him, I was so focused on his voice that I didn’t realize he could look into my blouse from above.

And the camera just kept going. I started to enjoy it again when he started complimenting me. Well, my ego was caressed and who doesn’t like that. I stopped paying attention to my blouse. I only listened to his voice.”

Suddenly she got up and sat down on her knees in front of me without using her hands. Her knees spread slightly and she put her hands on them face up. This pose seemed very familiar to me.

“After that series, Pablo detached the camera from the flash installation and took two flashes to a spot between the plants and asked me to follow him. I wanted to put on my shoes but he told me to leave them. I followed him and he pointed me to a place with lots of different orchids and large green plants.

“Sit on your knees here.” he said.

I turned because I thought he would shoot me from behind when I heard him say: “No Nita, a little diagonally forward. Just look at the studio section.”

He walked over to the camera and took it off the tripod. While walking back, he checked the settings on the camera and then reattached the flash cable. He took a position and told me to sit in the same way as I did when I was sitting on the paper. Then he told me to sit this way.”

She nodded to show what he wanted her to do and something started to tingle in me. I was wondering if that which I suspected would come true.

“Pablo kept talking and complimenting me and meanwhile he walked around taking one picture after another. I was not allowed to move. When I thought he was ready I wanted to get up.

“Sit still. Just a few more. We’re almost done.”

He istanbul escort went to the table and when he came back he walked behind me and tied the blindfold.

For a moment I thought about sputtering, but then again I found it so exciting and I realized that I was damp between my legs.

“Hands on your back!” I heard him walk towards the camera.

click … click

I heard him come to me and felt he was doing something with the front of my blouse.

click .. click ..

Again he came to me and put up the collar of my blouse. In doing so, he briefly rubbed the back of his hands on my nipples that responded immediately.

click .. click .. click

Now I felt that he pulled the blouse over my shoulder. I held my breath to say something but apparently he was already satisfied because very soon I heard click .. click… click… click ..

He did something with the blouse again and took another photo.

“We’re done, get dressed.”

I took off the blindfold and walked behind the paper and started getting dressed.

While Juanita was sitting there, I imagined the picture. Suddenly I saw another image, an image of a lamp… The lamp… the lamp? I looked back at Juanita and I dared not turn to look at the display case.

My mind went wild. This was impossible! Juanita was too young! She could not have known my parents. 1989. How old was she then?

I looked back at her and studied her while she was still in ‘the position.’ Her eyes were looking at my feet. Her hair fell over her shoulders and over her chest, which moved slightly to the rhythm of her breathing.

Because her knees were slightly apart, her dress had been pulled up and I saw a large part of her bare thighs. It tingled between my legs and I felt that I got a fiery red color. This story took an unexpected turn.

“Juanita, may I be bold, can I ask you something? When were you born?”

She raised her eyes and looked at me in wonder. “Um … in nineteen-ninety?”

–

24 In confusion

While you read this part of the story, listen to the album:

Complete Nocturnes (Chopin) by Brigitte Engerer

However, something was not right. And now that it had formed in my head I couldn’t get that image out.

Juanita got up and went to the fireplace, smoothing her dress. She bent down and picked up a block of wood and threw it on the fire.

“Two days later, Pablo told me we had to return to the conservatory. A number of photos had been overexposed and he wanted to take them again. He told me to put on the same blouse.

The next afternoon, I came better prepared: I had left the bra at home and had put on a pair of bikini panties. We went like last time. Just outside the city, he got out and put the blindfold over my eyes. When he got to the house he said I shouldn’t take it off.

“Why not?” Pablo said nothing, but took my arm and led me up the stairs. He carefully led me down the stairs into the conservatory. Immediately I felt my body react to the intoxicating smell.

My thoughts were that we were standing in the vicinity of the table. I heard how he put his photo case on something which sounded like metal.

Then I felt how he pulled me on my waistband to him. “Over here, sweetie! We’re gonna make it work this time!”

He opened the suitcase. “With your back to me, Nita! I have a little surprise for you. Hands on your back.”

I did what he asked and felt how he took my left hand and put a bracelet on my wrist. The bracelet felt soft on my skin. Then he took my right hand and before I realized I felt that he had put on a band there too. And those bracelets were tied together!!”

She had turned away from the fire and looked at me with a glance between fear and lust.

“I was getting scared now and wanted to scream when Pablo whispered in my ear: “Calm down, Nita, you’re going to enjoy this.”

The excitement overcame fear and I held back.

“What are you going to do with me, Pablo?”

Again he said nothing. He had walked around me and was now standing in front of me. I felt that he unbuttoned my blouse. For a moment he ran the back of his hand over the two small nodules in the fabric. I shivered with excitement. When he unfastened the last button above my waistband, he paused.

Now it’s gonna happen… Now he will take out my blouse out of my pants and untie the last button …

But he didn’t. Instead I felt that he brought his hand behind my knee and first lifted my right leg and took off my shoe. Than he repeated it with the other leg.

Apparently he was squatting in front of me because after that I felt his hands on my hips as if he was looking for support.

Nothing could be further from the truth. I felt his hands come up along my waistband and unbutton my jeans. Then he pulled the zipper down. I held my breath as he pulled down my pants and felt my panties being pulled along.

“Pablo …?” I heard how he gasped with exertion. But he said nothing and lifted my feet up one by one to take off my pants.

I opened my mouth to protest when he said, “Well, now that they’re already down, let’s take them off right now.” And he hooked his fingers around the elastic band of my panties and pulled it to my ankles. After which he lifted my foot and hit my crotch with his head’s crown. I let out a cry.

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After I had finished my shower and was drying myself, Chris came upstairs and told me to come into the bedroom once I was done. I joined him a few moments later and he told me that Kat had told him about my fantasies of being used by a few men and that one of his friends would be arriving within the hour. I asked him if he wanted to join me on the bed for a warm-up but he refused, telling me that from this moment on I was his and his friend’s slave and cum-slut, that I was only to speak when spoken to and that I was to do everything I was told. He asked if I understood and I just nodded, feeling nervous but very aroused as I stood naked before my new ‘Master’.

Chris then told me to lie on the queen-size bed and he secured my hands to the bedstead. He put on a porn film and told me to watch it. He then left the room and I watched the film, which was basically a guy in his 20’s getting fucked in the ass and mouth by 3 well endowed black men. My cock was solid as I watched and though still nervous, I hoped that I would be getting just as good a seeing to shortly.

About 40 minutes later I heard voices downstairs and then footsteps on the stairs. Chris came in followed another well built black guy. Chris did not introduce him to me, just told him that this was his new cock-whore and that they could do whatever they wanted with or to me as my wife had given them permission to use me any way they wanted. The black guy, whose name was Jay, asked me what Kat looked like, Chris interrupted and told him that she was very sexy; Jay turned to me and said that now I was their cock-whore maybe they should have me and Kat together, that she’d probably enjoy a bit of black cock action; I said çapa escort that she probably would, but only if I got to have your cock up my ass first. The black guy just smiled and said to Chris that he’d got lucky finding such a dirty fucker and then he and Chris got undressed and before I knew it their mouths were sucking at my cock, my nipples and tonguing my mouth.

I felt my legs being lifted into the air and saw Jay kneeling between them, his massive cock in his hand, guiding it towards my ass. I wondered if I would be able to take him but he didn’t seem to care and in one movement his cock thrust into me, his swollen balls slapping agaiinst my own as he immediately started fucking me. As he done this I was presented with Chris’ cock, pushing at my lips, I took him into my mouth and he roughly started to fuck my face. Jay sped up his assault on my ass and I spurred him on, telling him that I wanted his black cum in my ass and to give me everything he had. He held my legs up, almost on this shoulders as he pounded into me and then he shuddered and I felt his seed spilling into me, the second load of cum in my ass in just a few hours and hopefully not the last.

Chris stopped fucking my mouth and moved down the bed as Jay withdrew his cock, his cum leaking from my gaping ass. Chris filled the void straightaway and Jay knelt on the bed next my head, telling me that since I was such a dirty fucker that I could suck his cock clean of cum. I did as I was told and then Jay straddled my face and told me to suck and lick his balls and ass. I was in heaven as I sucked on his shaven balls and then licked his ass and probed it with my tongue, fatih escort all the while being fucked hard by Chris. As I tongued Jay’s hole he leant forward and I felt his mouth on my cock, licking up and down the shaft and then he leant further down and I felt his tongue licking around my ass while Chris thrust his cock in and out of me. Jay’s tongue on his shaft must have been too much for Chris and he gasped as he came again, adding his sperm to Jay’s already in me. I clenched my ass, milking him of his creamy cum and when Jay started to suck again on my cock I could not hold off and came, spurt after spurt, into his mouth and down his throat as he greedily swallowed it.

My attention to his balls and ass had gotten Jay hard again and he climbed off me, told me to turn around and get on my knees with my head in the pillow. The ropes tightened on me as they flipped me over; I could see Chris’ semi-erect cock dripping cum and hoped that he would make me lick it off, I just could not get enough of these two men’s cum. To my surprise I felt Jay’s tongue on my ass and then inside me, clearly I wasn’t the only one who enjoyed the taste of cum. Chris came to the top of the bed and roughly turned my head to face him, wiping the sticky mess from his cock over my lips, which I in turn licked, tasting the mix of his and Jay’s cum. Chris was telling Jay to ride me again, and as Jay’s massive cock stretched me open again Chris was wanking his cock as he watched, occasionally slapping me in the face with it, teasing me when I opened my mouth, wanting to take his cock in my mouth again.

Chris was urging Jay to ‘fuck the little white bitch’ etiler escort and I felt Jay’s efforts increase, it was as if he was trying to split me in two, but still I pushed back, wanting to feel every inch of his gorgeous black cock inside me. He didn’t disappoint, he was ramming it in hard as he told me I was a dirty white fucker and that he couldn’t wait to fuck me in the ass and then make me watch him fuck Kat in her pussy and ass; he told me that he would make her squat over my face afterwards and let his cum drip from her ass and pussy and into my mouth. The thought of this was fantastic and I made up my mind there and then that I would encourage Kat to have them both visit us, if I got out of this house in one piece, considering the fucking I was getting.

A flash lit the room and I saw Chris holding the camera phone again, saying that’s another one for Kat, that he was sure she would like the picture of me being fucked like a cheap whore by a black man. I was sure she would and had no doubt she’d be using her massive black strap-on on me when I got home. Jay was telling me he was going to cum again and his cock seemed to get larger, stretching me to the limit as it exploded cum into me; he was holding my waist, pulling me back onto him as he knelt back, exhausted from his efforts at fucking me. I too felt exhausted, absolutely used and collapsed onto the bed. Chris was determined to cum again and so he continued to wank his own cock until he told me to open up and shot his cum all over my face, some in my mouth but mainly over my face. He then used his cock to wipe the cum from my face into my open mouth and I swallowed every drop of it until he moved away and I couldn’t help but doze off, 4 loads of cum leaking slowly from my ass, more in my stomach and cum drying on my face. I vaguely heard Chris and Jay leave the room but was sleeping before they got to the bottom of the steps; my last thoughts were how I felt like such a male slut and wondered when Chris would untie me and send me home…?

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Epilogue: Spying Comes with Consequences

Eyes closed and breathless, Barbara reclined on the massage table. Her white sports bra, her only article of clothing, had been pushed up over her breasts. An intense pink, almost red flush, could be seen on Barbara’s tanned skin from the cheeks of her face down her neck and shoulders. The flush extended to the un-tanned tops of her breasts. Quite visible on her creamy white skin. She was lost in a tidal wave of endorphins, the result of a thunderous orgasm courtesy of Roxanne Starr.

“Oh my, my” Barbara murmured quite silently to herself.

She subtly ground her thighs together, extending the sensations she had enjoyed. Slowly coming back reality, Barbara’s hands lightly brushed her pink nipples as her fingertips traced a path over her torso to her freshly barbered pubis. She daintily touched the silky smooth skin.

“How can I feel like this? It’s never been like this with Mark. What did those women do to me?” thought Barbara, almost subconsciously, both aroused and ashamed.

Roxanne Starr took in the sight of her latest conquest. A smirk of satisfaction crossed her face as she watched Barbara, the upper-middle-class suburban soccer mom, still squirming from her orgasm. The statuesque, redheaded bar owner took a great deal of pleasure at bringing down the blonde housewife a few pegs. And, truth be told, Roxanne found the episode to be more than just slightly arousing.

“She certainly is a very responsive little housewife. I wonder if she’s getting enough at home?” Roxanne speculated as she looked towards Kathy and Maria with a Cheshire cat grin.

Roxanne decided the fun was over and it was time to clear the room. Looking to Kathy. “Give the spying little bitch her clothes and show her the door.”

Kathy tossed Barbara’s socks, panties, stretch pants and black sweatshirt onto her belly. Barbara flinched as the clumped fabric landed on her and brought her completely back from her reverie. Her eyes opened and she looked around the room reorienting herself to time and space. Slowly she rose to a sitting position and looked down on her now completely smooth pubic area. Instinctively she covered both her crotch and breasts with her hands.

“Did you have a good time honey?” Maria sarcastically said. All three of Barbara’s tormentors Roxanne, Maria, and Kathy, stood side-by-side looking at the debased blonde suburban mom. All three with a grin of satisfaction at what they had done.

Barbara looked at Maria but made no response to her jibe. Using both hands Barbara adjusted the white sports bra taking particular care to avoid rubbing the fabric across her very sensitive nipples. Sorting through the pile of clothes she retrieved her boy short panties. Slipping her feet through the leg openings, Barbara slipped off the table to a standing position. She pulled the panties up and flinched slightly as the fabric contacted her crotch.

“Oooooooo, that so very tender.” Barbara thought.

Roxanne and Maria left the room to another part of the building. Kathy would see that Barbara exited the property. Giving Barbara a leering gaze, Kathy watched her as she put on the remainder of her clothes. Not that she had any lesbian tendencies, Kathy enjoyed watching the now very humbled and embarrassed Barbara regain some measure of modesty. Turning her back to Kathy, Barbara stepped into the black stretch pants and pulled them up over her round bottom. She then pulled her sweatshirt on and slipped on her shoes.

Kathy walked over to Barbara and grasped her by the upper arm. “Okay Mrs. Anderson it’s time to see you to the door.” Barbara offered no resistance as Kathy rather brusquely led her to the exit. Opening the door Kathy gave into temptation as Barbara stepped through the threshold. With a swift right hand, Kathy gave Barbara a sound smack on her ass.

“Ow!” Barbara yelped as she jumped forward a couple quick steps and rubbed the abused cheek with her hand.

“Oh, I’m so sorry did that smart? I just wanted to see if your butt was as firm as that night in the boxing ring. It is. You must be working out. Well slut, so long.” Kathy had the last words as she shut latched the back door to the office.

With one hand massaging her smarting bottom, Barbara turned and watched Kathy close the door. Head down, and definitely showing a defeated body language, Barbara took the long walk to where she had concealed her car. Her head was spinning with thoughts of what had just taken place.

“What have those bitches done to me? Damn Teresa abandoned me, stuck in that stupid garbage can. Drag me inside and threaten to call the police. Can’t have the police involved. Sure, that conniving Roxanne would have me charged. Had to go along with whatever she wanted to do to punish beşiktaş escort me. Thought they were going to spank me. Afraid of that. Afraid of getting turned on. Being over that snot Kathy Benson’s lap in the boxing ring, her slapping my bottom. My dress ripped off, my panties down. Over her lap I look up and all I can see are people watching and laughing at me. Gave into her and it made me horny. Now this. Shaved bare. Those women touching me. I liked it, God knows I shouldn’t. Cumming hard on that table with those three watching.”

Barbara took a deep breath and wiped her face with her hands.

“I can get through this. This is all still a secret, what went on. No wait! Mark is going to know I’ve been shaved. How do I explain that? What will he think? Oh God.” A dismayed Barbara thought.

Barbara got in her car started the engine and began the drive to her home. It was nearly 1 AM and she was worried about how to explain to her husband the lateness of the hour.

“Mark will be wondering where the hell I’ve been. What can I come up with? I’ll tell him I went to a Tupperware party at Rhonda’s, had a little too much wine and fell asleep.” Barbara schemed.

During the drive home Barbara began thinking about the intense sexual encounter she had after Roxanne had shaved her.

“Oh Lord the way I felt when Roxanne touched me. She knew exactly what to do. And Maria kissing me and putting her mouth on my breast. It was so, so intense.”

The more she thought, the more aroused Barbara became. Still driving and steering with her left hand, Barbara’s right hand went down between her legs. She caressed herself through the fabric of her pants. Rubbing herself in this way gave Barbara no relief but served to intensify her need. Barbara saw she was approaching a small roadside park and pulled in. Killing the headlights but leaving the engine running, Barbara could concentrate on providing herself with some sexual relief without the distractions of driving. Unbuckling her seatbelt, she flipped the lever and reclined the seat. Hooking both thumbs inside the waistband of her pants and panties she hoisted her hips and slid them down over her buttocks. In the dim light of the car interior, Barbara looked down at her freshly shaved pubic area and heaved a sigh. With a quick flick of her tongue, Barbara lubricated the middle finger of her right hand and began fervently masturbating.

“Roxanne, Roxanne Sweet Jesus what have you done to me.”

Her right hand occupied between her legs, Barbara slipped her left hand up under her sweatshirt and cupped her left breast under her bra. Her hips began to buck in rhythm to the motion of her hand. The intensity was increasing and Barbara was close to getting herself off when a bright light illuminated the car interior. The source of the light coming from outside. Then there was a sharp rap on the car window.

“Everything all right in there?” Said an authoritarian male voice.

Barbara gasped as she looked to the window and saw a police officer staring at her. With her pants down and hand between her legs, Barbara stared stupidly at the officer.

“Why, um, um yes officer.” Barbara stammered. “No problem I just needed to pull off the road and take a rest.”

“Lower your window please.”

Barbara complied with the request and rolled down the window, forgetting for the moment her immodest state of dress.

“It’s very late and you did leave the engine running. I just need to see your ID and proof of insurance.”

Barbara turned and to reach into the glove box under the dash.

“Oh ma’am. You might want to cover up a bit first.” The officer suggested.

Barbara looked at her exposed pubic region.

“Oh, oh yes of course I’m so sorry.” Barbara apologized. Her face now intensely flushed from both intense arousal and intense embarrassment.

She quickly pulled her pants back up and adjusted her sweatshirt. She then got the insurance documentation from the glove box and from the center console she retrieved her driver’s license and handed both to the officer.

“I hope there’s no problem officer, I really just needed to pull over for a little bit.”

“I’ll be right back with these.” The policeman said matter-of-factly. The officer turned and walked back to his patrol car.

“Oh no, no, no this can’t be happening” lamented Barbara as she hid her face in her hands. “He caught me with my pants down, my hand on my pussy, and I’m masturbating. If this gets out I am completely ruined.”

Barbara raised the bucket seat back to normal position and looked back to see what the police officer was doing. After a few minutes she saw the officer leave his patrol car and walk up to her’s.

“Here’s taksim escort your documentation Ms. Anderson. I ran your name and your record came back clean. I could charge you with public indecency or lewd public acts or probably both. We both know what you were doing. My suggestion is you head straight home and refrain from any pitstops. Try to control your urges until you get to the privacy of your own home. Good night.” The officer turned and returned to his squad car.

Barely believing her good luck, Barbara fastened her seatbelt and drove out of the park to finish her trip home. Barbara was as stealthy as she could be when she got to her house. Slipping through the side door she removed her shoes and did her best cat burglar imitation. Tiptoeing into the bedroom Barbara found her husband Mark sound asleep. She quickly stripped off her clothes and slipped on the nighty that was on the nightstand. Once under the covers Barbara let out a long sigh of relief. In a few minutes she was fast asleep.

Barbara’s sleep was deep and restful that night. She did not dream, or more correctly did not recall any dreams. Her bedside alarm went off at the usual time. Barbara rose quickly and slipped on a terrycloth robe. As was the usual routine, Barbara was up before either Mark or her son Chad. Into the kitchen she went to start the coffee and prepare breakfast. Keeping busy kept her mind off the events of the previous night. After about 20 minutes, Barbara could hear both Mark and Chad moving around and preparing themselves for the day to come. She is just pouring the coffee when both the men in her life came into the kitchen and took a seat at the table.

“What happened to you last night? I didn’t even hear you come in.” asked Mark.

Barbara paused for a moment and then remembered the ruse that she had thought up “I went to Rhonda’s for a Tupperware party. Rhonda always serves wine at these parties and it loosens people up and creates more sales. I guess I overindulged I fell asleep on Rhonda’s couch. Rhonda, bless her heart, threw a blanket over me and let me sleep. I woke up about one, slipped out the door, and came home.”

“Gee Mom, boozing it up with Tupperware?” Chad piped in.

A stern look from Barbara put an end that line of comment.

“Well then, how much Tupperware did you end up buying?” Mark queried.

“Well this may come as a complete shock to you, but not a thing. There wasn’t anything I was interested in.” Barbara replied.

“Perhaps not in the Tupperware line. Good thing it wasn’t a wine and cheese party.” teased Mark.

“Okay fine, have your fun.” Barbara looked at the wall clock over the stove. “By the looks of the clock you both better be getting out of here.”

Mark and Chad quickly downed the remainder of their breakfast and bid Barbara adieu for the day. Relieved that the morning interrogation was over and it appeared that Barbara had gotten away with her story. She put the breakfast dishes in the sink and returned to the bedroom.

“What I need now is a good hot shower.” Barbara thought.

Barbara walked into the adjacent bathroom and slipped out of her robe and hung it on the hook next to the shower door. She pulled her nightie off over her head and deposited it in the clothes hamper. Cracking the glass door sufficiently open to reach the faucets, Barbara turned the knobs to start the flow and tested the water temperature with her hand. Satisfied that she would not be scalded or chilled, Barbara stepped into the shower stall. She took several seconds to luxuriate in the warm stream. The soothing water streamed over her face and down the rest of her body. Her hair now saturated, she applied a dollop of shampoo to the palm of her hand and worked it into her hair. She rinsed her hair thoroughly and followed with a quick application of cream rinse. Another rinse and she was ready for a good wash. Barbara grasped a sponge from its place on the shelf and soaked it in the stream. She then doused the sponge with some liquid soap. Barbara began leisurely washing her face and upper arms. Languishing in the soothing warmth of the shower, Barbara began soaping her body. First washing her shoulders and arms, she moved to her chest and soaped each breast with circular motions. Working up a good lather, she ran the sponge back and forth over her belly. Showering being a very routine task and without thinking of the alterations that had been made, Barbara passed the sponge over her pubic area.

“Oh!” Barbara was startled at the sensitivity of the area. She looked down at the bare area between her legs and very slowly began to wash. Slightly spreading her legs and pushing her hips forward, Barbara ran the sponge over both inner thighs. nişantaşı escort She gave a few light passes over her pussy. Barbara shivered and took a deep breath as she finished her wash. Rinsing thoroughly, she turned off the faucets. Barbara reached for a towel as she stepped from the shower. Quickly towel drying her hair, she wrapped the white terrycloth around her head containing her still damp hair. Grasping another towel, Barbara dried off her body. Wiping off her back and shoulders, she toweled her arms and torso. Raising one leg on the toilet lid, she ran the towel from her feet to her thighs. Repeating the process for the other leg, Barbara took a moment to regard her bare pubic area. A distinct triangle of white skin surrounded by healthy tanned areas.

Barbara’s standard of hygiene was without question, but she wasn’t one to barber her pubic area. In fact, for someone who frequently tanned in a two-piece bathing suit, she never had so much as a bikini wax. Everything Slowly she ran her fingers over the bare skin and began to contemplate her situation.

“Oh my gosh I’m so bare. This is worse than a spanking. They had total control over me. Two barmaids and a bar owner. But why this? Why shave me? If I ever see them again, I don’t know what I’ll do. I can’t look at them. They can’t talk about this to anyone. Can they? Who would they tell? Teresa? I doubt that, but if they did I could deny everything. Oh those bitches. Roxanne touching me, Maria kissing me and feeling me up, Kathy watching the whole thing. Bringing me down to their level. And I gave in.”

Barbara put on her terrycloth robe and walked out of the bathroom back into the bedroom. Stepping up to her dresser she picked out a bra and a pair of panties and threw them on the bed. From her closet she found her blouse and a pair of slacks. Slipping off her robe Barbara paused in front of the full-length mirror. Barbara stood square to the mirror and let the robe slide down her arms and fall to the floor. She wanted a good view of her alteration. Naked save for the towel on her head, Barbara looked herself over. Hands on hips, Barbara turned profile one way and then the other.

“This isn’t so bad, I can deal with it” she thought. Barbara once again felt the need for a tactile examination. The fingertips of both hands skimmed lightly over the newly shaved area. Barbara felt a rush of arousal at the slight touch. Enjoying what she was feeling, she continued to lightly stroke her pubis. Giving into urges, Barbara gently stroked her labia with an occasional velvet touch to her clit. While she masturbated more intensely, Barbara grew weak kneed. She lay down on her bed on her back with her knees raised. As her self-stimulation grew more intense, Barbara flashed back on past events. She recalled the public spanking she received at the Community Theater in her first conflict with Teresa. As humiliating as it was to be spanked in front of an audience by her husband, Barbara recalled is it only slightly arousing. It was when Teresa had her over her knee at the Renaissance fair that Barbara first was aroused by another woman. The first time she encountered Roxanne at the Gentleman’s Club, she was publicly stripped with Maria bending her over a table in front of the bar patrons. Barbara vividly remembered the feeling she had when Maria was touching her.

Needing something more than just her fingers, Barbara hastily rolled to her right and opened the drawer on the adjacent nightstand. Rummaging under the items in the drawer she came up with a white cylinder. What would be called, in some circles, a “pocket rocket”. Switching on the vibrator, she quickly placed it firmly between her labia and against her clit. Now she was getting the stimulation she desired and continued flashing back on past experiences.

After Marie had lit the fires of her budding lesbian desire, Barbara recalled her meeting with Teresa at the Community Theater. Thinking they were alone both women gave into their latent tendencies. And gave the house audience a real show. Barbara remembered the first time she really made lesbian love and with all people it was with Teresa. She tried to put that out of her mind and was successful until she and Teresa tangled with Maria and Kathy in the boxing ring. This is where Barbara truly discovered her weakness for corporal punishment administered by another woman. In the boxing ring Barbara been stripped of her dress and was left in only a garter belt, thong, and stockings. This memory was beginning to put Barbara over the top. She recalled being over Kathy’s lap. It was a position she wanted to be and she rolled herself over onto her belly still holding the vibrator firmly in place. Her hips began to buck and her white bottom jiggled as she increased the speed. As she thought of giving into another woman, Barbara had her orgasm. Exhausted, she lay still on the bed setting the vibrator back on the nightstand. After resting for several minutes and nearly falling asleep, Barbara roused herself. Sitting on the side of the bed and resting her head in her hands she thought “This can’t go on. This just can’t go on.”

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I had known Stan all through high school. We were not friends but acquaintances. Early in our senior year we had eaten lunch at the same table. It was all guys who talked about guy things-sports, girls, politics. I knew that he was conservative as we both discussed how we were going to vote in our first election as we were both now eighteen. Stan got on my nerves a bit, but I worked to tolerate him.

After eating at an all boys table for most of high school, I found myself more interested in a table of that had girls. I found that I enjoyed their company a lot more. Soon, I had a study girlfriend. I enjoyed the company with females so much more than guys. I never in a million years thought that I would ever have sex with Stan.

Stan and I were both in speech. He was on the debate team and I did prose, impromptu, acting. We would ride in the same bus for the two-day tournaments which were on Friday and Saturdays. He always wore a tight green suit which might be because of his shape as he was naturally very muscular. Maybe this was in part as he was on the water polar team and part genetics. You could see that his shoulders were obviously broad as his shirts were stretched tight. His neck was thick like a football player. He was blond, blue eyed, and had chiseled facial features.

Towards the end of the school year, we were having one of our last tournaments. It was a Friday night and we were on our way back to school late. I was enjoying sharing a seat with my girlfriend who was snuggled next to me with a blanket covering us. It felt so nice to have her body next to mine.

For some reason Stan wanted to play truth or dare. He was being loud as he often was. He went on saying ask me any truth. I just wanted him to shut up, so I yelled, “How big is your thing Stan?” and it shut him up. We had peace and quiet. I went back to some pleasant cuddle time with my girlfriend.

Six weeks later, school was ending soon. My girlfriend and I had broken up. I was a teacher’s aide and had been asked to take a note to another teacher. I was heading back to class when I saw Stan who was also a teacher’s aide walking down the empty hallway that separated the gym from the auditorium. I planned to say a polite ‘hi’ and keep going, but Stan stopped to talk. Having nothing to rush back to, I stopped too.

“It’s eight,” he said to me.

I was totally confused, “What’s eight?”

Looking down at his pants, “It’s eight.”

Still having not a clue, “What are you talking about?”

“You asked how big it was,” he stated. “Remember, on the bus?”

Then it hit me. He was talking about his cock. Of course, I didn’t believe him as he had exaggerated things escort in the past. Rolling my eyes, I answered, “Oh yeah sure, and mine is fourteen.”

“No, really. It’s eight inches!”

Still in disbelief, “If you say so…”

As if I had made an afront to his manhood, he shot back, “I can prove it.”

Not thinking he was going to do anything, “I don’t want to see some doctored picture of your penis.”

Starting to undo his belt in the empty hallway having to prove himself, “I will show you.”

I was shocked and knowing Stan, he would drop his pants right there in the hallway, “You can’t do it here.” Thinking fast. “Let’s go into the auditorium.” I had been in a number of plays and knew a spot off of the dressing room under the air conditioner that was used for air intake. All the acting kids knew where this space was. I led the way and he followed.

I knew how to get the dressing room door unlocked. Once in, I went to the small service door that led into the space. No one would find us here. I really had not expected this and was just trying to make sure that Stan did not get us both in trouble. Never had I ever even thought of Stan’s cock. I really never even thought of him at all.

Once standing in the space, without a word, Stan dropped his pants and underwear. I was shocked first because he was hard as a rock, and it was big. I thought that he would have to at least jerk off to get it erect, but there it was at full staff. The second surprise was how long and thick it was. I had never seen Stan naked and had no idea what he was packing. I had seen dicks in the shower and changing room. I had even seen a few erect ones, but this one was so much bigger.

He pulled up his shirt revealing his six pack. The shirt then went over his head, and I could see his big nipples on a hairless chest. He had a very nice chest with big firm manly breast. Lower there was a thick but light-colored bush, with a giant pole sticking out from it, “You asked how big it was.”

I was staring at it. I didn’t mean too, but it was all so unexpected. “You’re right. It is big.”

Then he spoke again, and I was not expecting this, “Let me see yours.”

Confused, “See what?”

“I showed you mine,” he started. “Now let me see your dick.”

Surprised by this request, “You want to see my dick?”

“Yeah,” then he stepped forward and started undoing my belt. In my mind, all sorts of things were racing through. It did seem to me that his request was fair. If I had seen his, he had every right to see mine. I took over and got my pants undone and pulled my underwear down enough to reveal my penis and balls to him.

“It’s not hard,” he said izmit escort bayan stating the obvious. “How big does it get?”

He told me, so I would tell him, “Seven.”

I thought that would be enough, but it wasn’t. “I want to see it hard,” he said as he fell to his knees and took it into his mouth. I was in total shock. Stan had my cock in his mouth. What could I do? You can’t tell your friends that you were hiding in the theater showing someone your dick and can you believe that they just started sucking it. As I tried to determine my response, something was happening to me. The sensation that was taking over was so pleasant. It felt so good. Stan must have done this before, because he was so great at it. No blow job before had felt anything like this. My dick harden as the talented mouth knew all the spots. The hormones of youth filled my body with excitement. The world disappeared around me. It was just me and Stan. I didn’t realize what a man could do for another man. The things he was doing to me, I never wanted to stop. I instinctively started fucking his mouth with my hard, seven-inch cock. He took it down his throat as his nose pressed against my thick bush. I was in heaven.

Then it stopped. I was left their hanging horny. I needed to nut. I was full of hormones needing to be released as Stan stood up in front of me. His dick still erect. He stuck his left hand in his mouth and then took and rubbed his ass with it. I was confused as he did it a second time never saying a word. Then he turned around and placed both hands on the wall. His ass was sticking out towards me. I stood there not knowing what was happening other than a raging hardon.

Once he realized that I didn’t understand, he told me, “Fuck me!” I heard it but it did not register. So, he repeated it again, “Fuck me! I like big dicks. Now Fuck ME!

I wasn’t a virgin, but I had never put my dick in an ass. There was one staring me in the face. Stan had a firm, bubble butt. It looked so hot. Never had I thought about fucking an ass, but suddenly, I had this burning desire to bury my prick in that hot hole.

I knew how everything worked in fucking someone but still fumbled as I searched for his hole. It wasn’t the same as a cunt. A cock can easily slide in a pussy, but the ass hole is small and tight. Stan grabbed my wet dick and guided it into his pucker. Now I was used to sliding my hardon right into a warm hole. Stan stopped me before I thrusted it in.

“You got to go slow at first,” he told me. “You stay still, and I will back into you. This way it won’t hurt.” I did as ordered. Slowly Stan pushed back as his ass began swallowing my cock. The izmit sınırsız escort feeling was warm and tight. This was feeling so much tighter than a girl. It took everything not to push it into him. His hole felt so good. I wanted to fuck him so bad, but I let him control it. Finally, his ass was pressed against my pubes. All seven inches were buried in that hole. He took a few deep breaths. We held there. Then he said, “Start slow and then you can build up.”

I pulled back some and then slowly pushed back forward. I wanted to go so much faster. I wanted to pound that boy. The hormones were flowing. Had I ever felt this horny? It filled my whole being. Slowly, I told myself as I did it again and again as instructed. It was heaven. Soon nature took over. The primal me came roaring through as It started getting faster and faster. I could hear our skin slapping against one another. My tight balls were slapping against his body. This was paradise. This tight hole felt so good around my cock. I didn’t want it to ever end. I grabbed his hips tight. His body felt so different than a females. His was firm. Every touch on that body was to a taunt muscle. I reached around and grabbed his breast. I held on to them as they were firm. Then my hands moved to his strong shoulders so that with every thrust in, I could pull his body back so that I could bury every bit of my dick into him.

Then I could feel it coming from deep inside. That feeling as the semen, starts making its way out. I could not keep quiet as my body began to shudder and shake as my load prepared to exit. I cried out as my cum filled his ass deep inside. I pulled his shoulders back, so I was as far in him as possible as my cock spasmed in release. Rope after rope of white cream pulsed out of me. It seemed like my nut would never end.

My dick was buried still in his ass, I leaned over his back for a moment to catch my breath. That was one hot fuck. I understood suddenly why guys fucked guys. This was great.

Stan moved forward forcing me to stand up and my cock came out of that warm hole that was oozing white liquid. He was still hard. Furiously, he stroked his cock. He was beating that piece of meat for only a minute before he shot a load of cum right on my cock. Some hit my stomach too. His cum was hot. It felt good on my skin. As soon as he came, he licked his hand, put on his clothes quickly and started to leave with out a word. He knew that I wasn’t going to say a word. I stood there with his cum on my dick and stomach and some of it having dripped on to my nuts.

This had all come out of nowhere, but I had just fucked a guy. A man’s man, with a hot body. I liked it. I really like it.

It wasn’t until I heard the bell ring that I came back to earth. I had to get my clothes on and on to my next class but all that I could think about was what just happened. Damn fucking a man was so hot. The things that you can learn at school.

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Last night Becky and myself had enjoyed a night of passion which I never knew could ever be possible. Although we have known each other since childhood I had never thought of her in any sexual way before although I have to admit on the numerous occasions I’ve seen her naked I have been jealous of her body. Becky has the most amazing tight ass you could imagine she has generous titties although they are smaller than mine they are far more pert and are crowned by the biggest nipples.

We fondled and licked, sucked and invaded each and every orifice of each other then fell asleep in each others arms fucked out after a mind blowing and mind opening sex marathon which left is both exhausted. It is now morning and the summer sun is flooding in through the crack in my bedroom curtains shinning straight across my body making me feel warm. As I open my eyes the first thing I see is the vision in the bed next to me. Was last night purely a one off? I hope not. As Becky breaths her chest rises and falls moving the thin duvet covering her, her face is inches from mine her warm breath washing over my lips, my mouth waters, I raise myself onto my arm still lying on my side my gaze never leaving her watching her as she sleeps she truly is the most beautiful person I have ever seen. I brush away her hair from her forehead it is so silky to the touch even after last night when I saw her as a red hot cunt licking slut this morning she still looks like an angel. I plant a soft kiss on her eyes if I don’t get another chance to be with her I will make the most of this one. I lick her lips gently in her sleep her lips part slightly and I feel her perfect teeth on the end of my tongue. I now push the duvet away from her slowly beginning to uncover those two globes that I licked and sucked with pure abandonment last night even laid down they still jut out from her rib cage they don’t sag or flop just stand where they are wanting me urging me on. As I am looking at her wondering what to do next Becky begins to stir slowly she opens her eyes as she focuses on me a smile spreads across her lips.

“Morning darling” she croaks, I reply with a smile I move in to give her a kiss as our lips touch I can feel my tummy flip with excitement she responds putting her hand on the side of my face I pull back slightly from her staring into her eyes her hand gently rubs the side of my face moving behind my neck she pulls me in for another kiss our lips lock together we breathe into each other and begin to mash our tongues together they circle in each others mouths our juices izmit escort bayan mingle. I again move away from her I wont more than this I need to taste her I move down her body trcing the contours of her neck I continue my journey drawing my path with my tongue leaving a glistening trail I bypass those wonderful orbs and move across her belly so taught and slender I reach her exquisitely trimmed bush inhaling deeply to get her full smell my own pussy twinges again I swerve from her moistness and travel farer down her body I lick and caress her inner thigh she sighs. Now I move upwards softly biting her skin as in move I glance at her face a smile on her lips her eyes closed tight my nose is next to her Venus mound I slowly push her legs apart her lips open for me on there own.

“ yes lick me there” she says pulling back the hood of her clit exposing herself to me gingerly I place my snake like tongue against her, a soft moan escapes her lips I circle around that little piece of flesh drawing it into my mouth pinching it with my teeth I bring my middle finger up drawing into her crack up and down I rub pressing into her snatch she is so warm and wet I gain easy access into her being my hand moves back into her arse crack softly rubbing her back hole another gasp followed by a long deep moan. “You like that” says I. She nods “ turn over for me” she does as requested. I now have my head on her butt a hand on each cheek “Tell me if you wont to stop”. No reply. I move her cheeks apart and for the first time in my eighteen years I see another womans puckered entrance I begin to shake slightly this feels wrong but so right I taste her arse she purrs I push my tongue into her hole she groans I try to go deeper her arse inviting me in I felt like I was going to cum doing this to her she pushed herself back onto me. “Use your fingers on me lover” her gravely voice interrupted with pants and gasps I licked my middle finger and pushed gently against her ring it didn’t hold out much resistance. She screamed “That is fucking great fuck me harder” I began to pump my finger into her anus whilst I placed the giant double ended dildo with she fucked me senseless last night into her snatch “ you like that don’t you. Your going to be my little slut aren’t you” I barked being overtaken by the dirty scene we were playing out. “ I want to be your slut make me scream” she replied. I removed my finger from Becky’s arse and replaced it with the other end of the dildo this pushed her over the edge and her body shook violently as wave after wave of orgasm took over her izmit eve gelen escort last night I learnt how audible Becky could be when she was coming but this morning made her sound like a mute last night. When her orgasm had subsided Becky fell fall onto the bed exhausted I went with her holding onto her planting kisses on her back my cunt pressing against her arse cheeks. She was so hot it felt to me like she would burst into flames any second. We nodded off me still holding onto her not wanting to ever let go.

When I awoke Becky had somehow managed to slip from under me and she was sat on the chair next to the bed dressed in my robe it was slightly open in front and I could see her cleavage she had showered as was still glistening droplets of water hanging to her skin her hair was tied up in a bun her eyes were burning into me. She stood up and walked to the bed. “Now then Jayne thank you for waking me up so nicely this morning. I am going to do something to you which you will dream about for months to come” with that she pulled the top of her robe open revealing her perfect breasts she placed two fingers in her mouth and coated them with her saliva then she started to rub her nipples slowly circling them then pinching them they were standing out so far you could have mistaken them for a baby’s thumb my pussy was getting wet watching her I began to stroke myself.

“Oh no you don’t” she said “You can leave that alone.” I removed my hand she took hold of my wrist and tied it to the headboard with one of her silk stockings then did the same to the other hand. “I’m going to please you so much just like you did when you tongue fucked my ass it felt so dirty feeling your tongue up there then your fingers. You have taken my virginity and I loved it. Now I’m going to fuck your arse till you scream out” as she stood up she removed the robe completely letting it fall to the floor what I saw there almost made my eyes stand out on stalks sticking out from her groin was the biggest strap on I had ever seen in my life. It was at least 14 inches long and as thick as my wrist. Becky spat on her had and started to stroke the fake phallus like a man masturbating it was such an erotic sight I gave out an involuntary pant and my pussy muscles contracted tightly leaking some of my juices.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think my best friend would fuck me with such a monster. “ there’s a little dick on the other end of this touching my G SPOT so I’m coing to enjoy this too.” My mouth must have fallen open at the izmit otele gelen escort sight of Becky with a huge cock for the next moment that monster was against my lips pushing it’s way into my mouth I didn’t resist I just allowed her entry. Slowly she began to fuck my mouth in and out a few times I gagged and then became more accustomed to this invader “ Your such a cock sucking whore you love having your face fucked don’t you.” I don’t know how she expected me to answer I could hardly breath.

She removed the cock from my mouth and started to rub it against my sopping wet snatch pressing it against my opening steadily she inserted into me slowly at first then picking up speed each thrust harder than the last. I was on fire my breathing was getting faster my pulse raced away my heart was nearly burst from my chest “oh your cock is so thick and long I think it will rip me in two.” She did not speak just carried on her onslaught on my cunt I was close to cumming. Becky knew and slowed her pace she grabbed my legs and placed them over her shoulders fucking me in the same position I had been taken many times by my boyfriend, But it never felt like this I had never wanted to be so abused part of me wanted to cum and cum again another wanted to put off the inevitable. Becky’s hands where now cupping my arse stretching my cheeks apart every now and then she would slap me make my bottom feel like it was on fire then it happened my orgasm took control of me I screamed at the top of my lungs the room started to spin I felt week I could hardly breath wave after glorious wave over took me I must have passed out when I came too I was lying on my front my pussy was on fire but empty I could feel Becky lying on top of me that erect cock pressing against my tight butt hole. “now you are going to take up the arse my love and then who knows with that she lifted herself onto her knees the cock pressing itself against me slowly she entered me the pain was undescribeable the head was stretching me to the limits slowly I was able to take more I tried to push back feeling the size of it against me then she withdrew and started to pummel me again when she picked up the pace I felt like I was going to cum again she shagged me as hard as she could and I could hear her breathing becoming more ragged this egged me on further into my orgasm the tension built her motion became more like little jabs then she shook screaming my name I came with her. We fell on the bed exhausted sweating and heaving flushed with it all we kissed passionately and deeply still in spoons our tongues darting in each others mouth. Becky is now moving into my flat and we are going to be together always I love her so much words cannot describe the feelings I have for her. Becky also want one of her friends to join us one night I will tell you what happens if it ever comes off.

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