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Sarah and I arrived at the party almost an hour late, getting a little lost in the neighborhood. I was pretty sure it would be a sex party, given all the wonderful stories in Selina’s blog, and also given that we were asked to bring an inflatable bed, just in case it was needed, but Sarah’s attitude was to not get my hopes up too high. (Afterwards, Selina noted: Sarah is obviously new to my world – not a sex party? What was she thinking?)

We had brought a fruit tart, a birthday cake which had “Happy Birthday Eva” written on top, and two bottles of wine. When we got there, Selina was busily setting up the food wearing a short dress that showed her ass cheeks every time she bent over even a little, Don was cutting up mangoes, Martin was downstairs doing the laundry, and the birthday girl Eva was helping set up, wearing frilly pink lingerie along with the cutest black knee sox with pink crossbones up the back.

After hanging out for a while, I remarked that I wished Sarah had a short skirt like Selina was wearing. Selina said that she had lots of fun clothes for all of us. Selina took Sarah into the bedroom where she helped Sarah change into a short Catholic schoolgirl skirt with a sleeveless top and a tie. So much the better to flash her hairless pussy! Eva and Selina asked whether Don and I would be willing to dress up, and we both said “sure.” It wasn’t really my thing – I’d rather be naked – but I was willing to try it. We let Eva and Selina guide us, and I was dressed in a corset and a thong so small that my balls kept sticking out, while Don wound up in a black lacy combination garter-belt and stockings.

Our gathering continued for a while as a normal (if cross-dressed) party, eating the yummy food, drinking the wine, listening to music and watching glam videos, until Peter and Adrianna arrived. They both appreciated our outfits. Peter immediately got naked (no surprise there) and Adrianna exclaimed her delight to find herself at a sexy underwear party, and stripped down to her sexy bra and panties, which she had chosen for the day.

With Peter and Adrianna at the party, the energy level changed. We all went to the bedroom to get Peter a sexy outfit. It was weird seeing Peter dressed, since his izmir escort thing is to be naked as much as possible! Sarah switched into a red frilly teddy, and I put on her skirt, which became a kilt for me. Eva put on a strap-on.

Around this time, our wonderful host, Selina, started to feel sick, and had to lie down on a bed which had been placed in the living room. She thought it was because she had two drinks without eating, but it turned out to be some kind of bug, and she pretty much missed the rest of the party. Sometimes she was around, participating a bit, but more often asleep with everything going on around her. Because of this, I wrote this blog entry on her behalf.

We all went back to the living room, where the touching started. People were forming and re-forming into groups of 2-4 people sharing sensuous touch. Eva put on a the strap on, and Martin kneeled down and asked if he could suck her cock. She said yes, and he started sucking it, getting direction from her and Peter. Then the party transitioned to “real” sex, with Adrianna and Eva playing with Peter’s beautiful cock. Then Adrianna was standing on a chair, lifting her leg over Peter’s shoulder so he could lick her pussy.

Selina, who was still with us, reached a languid hand up to play with my cock, first through my kilt, and then under it – she said she liked the effect on the kilt. I liked the effect on me! On the other side of the room, Adrianna, Martin, and Peter had made a circle around Eva and were caressing her. Then Sarah and Don were touching each other, and I joined them. I removed Sarah’s teddy so I could have full access to her beautiful hairless pussy. It was difficult to keep track of who was doing what to whom.

Adrianna and Peter went over to the couch and started fucking. I took Sarah to the smaller couch and started eating her. Martin asked to eat her pussy, and proceeded to do so. Watching him eat her pussy got me turned on, so after a few minutes, he stepped aside so I could fuck Sarah, which wasn’t easy on that little couch! We got into a rhythm, and got some attention from the crowd, but the position was too hard on my back to keep going for more than a few minutes.

Sarah alsancak escort moved to the other couch, and Peter sat down next to her. Sarah started playing with his cock, and giving it the occasional lick. I knelt on the floor in front of him and started licking him. I asked him for some tips on blowjob technique, and he said I was great, but that I should use just my mouth, and not hold his cock with my hand. I asked whether that was so he could see his cock thrusting into my mouth, and he said that was right. I told him I’m the same way! Sarah didn’t mind me taking Peter’s attention, because Adrianna had come over and started making out with her.

Then we switched. Sarah and I sat on the couch, kissing, with Peter and Adrianna on the floor in front of us, him sucking my cock, her eating Sarah’s pussy. We must have been quite a sight!

After a couple of minutes Peter moved on, but Sarah was busy getting her pussy eaten by Adrianna, so I got up and asked Eva whether she was interested in my previous offer of a birthday pussy shave (I’m a big fan of hairlessness, and have removed all of my pubic hair via electrolysis). She said yes, so we took the supplies that Martin provided and went into the bedroom. I sat her on the towel on the edge of the bed, with her legs spread wide. She had a thick black bush, trimmed to about a half-inch long. I didn’t have a beard trimmer (note to self: bring shaving supplies to all sex parties), and I didn’t want to use the kitchen scissors, so I started with the razor. Eva was very concerned about being cut. I assured her that I had done this before, and my technique, when I got to her labia, would be to shield her clit and inner lips with one hand while shaving with the other hand. The shaving was tough since her hair was so long, but I made steady progress. The hardest part was that Eva was extremely ticklish whenever I got close to the crease of her legs. As I was working, the entire crowd came in to watch. People were telling bad jokes to distract her from the ticklish spots.

When I finally finished shaving her pussy, and she was washed off with a towel, her pussy was laid bare, and you could see her inner lips, long, buca escort curvy and convoluted, and her clit piercing. I was caressing her entire vulva, and I asked whether I could eat her. She said yes, so I dived in. While I was licking her, the other people on the bed were caressing her breasts, arms, face and hair. I ate her cunt for a while, and then gave Martin a turn. Then I asked Eva if she would like to use the dildo from the strap-on. I put a condom on it, and lots of lube, and handed it to her. She inserted it slowly into her vagina.

While Eva fucked herself, I was resting from my labors, so Sarah took the opportunity to stick her right foot in my face. I started licking her toes. Eva was watching me, and said that it was really hot. I was excited to realize that Sarah was into foot play! Sarah really does it because it turns me on so much, but I could see that Eva would like it. By the time I finished with Sarah’s foot, Peter was moving the dildo slowly into and out of Eva’s pussy, who started rubbing her clit. I peeled the black knee sock with the pink crossbones at the back off Eva’s left foot, placed her foot into my mouth, and started licking. I licked every toe, and between the toes. Eva has a pretty little foot, with short nails and no polish, just the way I like it! After her foot was nice and wet, I removed it from my mouth, and thrust my penis through the space between her big toe and the next toe. After a little of this, I put her foot back in my mouth and licked all over. While this was going on, everyone was caressing Eva. Peter was thrusting the dildo into her, and she was playing with her clit, and she came! As she was coming down, I felt compelled to initiate a round of “Happy Birthday”!

Eva got up from the bed, but I was still turned on from the foot play and the entire scene, so I reached for Sarah and got on top of her and started fucking her. We went for a few minutes, and then I asked her to get on top. Everyone was in the room watching us, with a few helping hands, but I couldn’t tell who was doing what. Martin remarked about my cock going into her beautiful pussy. Peter knew what to expect next from his adventures with me and Sarah. I came inside her with a loud scream, and when I returned to reality, everyone was applauding. What a wonderful ending for exhibitionists like us!

Later, in the living room, we finally ate the desserts, and I told Selina (who was now awake, but had missed all of the fun) that she throws the best parties. I hope to be invited to more of them!

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The following story is pure fiction. Any resemblance to an actual person, or event, is purely coincidental. Also, this is a follow-up to “Cajun Spice” and does refer back to events from that story, so I strongly suggest reading that story first, if you haven’t already. The author retains all rights and privileges to the following story.

*

April sat in her apartment, staring at the answering machine. It had been almost three months since her case in New Orleans and her encounter with the Dupree sisters. She had called Jasmine a couple of times, her first week back, but they were never returned. She waited a few weeks, but had given up when she realized that Jasmine wouldn’t be calling.

She’d spent the next month lost in a sea of alcohol, cigarettes and one-night stands. That had worked for her when she’d been in her early twenties, but now, at 31, it was just old. Especially when that little red head she had picked up at the bar, stormed out of her apartment, madder than a wet hen. In the throes of passion, April had screamed out Jasmine’s name, and the woman she was with at the time, took offense.

The last few weeks she’d just buried herself with cases. It had always worked for her before, but every once in a while, the image of a beautiful red head with cream-colored skin still popped into her mind.

She’d just gotten home a few minutes ago from a business trip to New York. As always, one of the first things she had done was play back her messages. The sound of John Dupree on her answering machine had stopped her cold.

Apparently, things hadn’t been going well between the three Dupree’s the last few months. Jade had taken off. John didn’t think anything of it at first, sure that Jade would check in with him, eventually. But three weeks had passed without a word, and now he was truly worried. He was calling April because he wanted to hire the P.I. to find his missing niece.

April had received a handful of e-mails from Jade over the last few months. She almost hadn’t answered the first one, but she sensed that Jade really needed to talk to someone, so she had written her back. They had talked things out and settled any unresolved issues between them. Jade’s last few letters were nothing more than her needing a friend to give her advise, hear her out. April answered every one of them. Part of it was guilt over the way she had screwed everything up between Jade and Jasmine. The other part was that, through their e-mails, she and Jade had become friends, comfortable in discussing almost anything with each other.

Now Jade was in the wind. She hadn’t mentioned, in her last e-mail, that she was intending to leave town. April was concerned, but not sure if she should take this case. Maybe it would be better if she just called John back and recommended another P.I. to him. Then again, she knew Jade, knew how her mind worked. She’d have a better chance at finding her than some stranger. But returning to New Orleans meant being face-to-face with Jasmine again. She didn’t know if she could handle that, handle being that close to the woman she had fallen in love with, knowing Jasmine hated her guts.

April spent almost an hour, staring at the machine, going through the pros and cons in her mind. With a sigh, she picked up the phone and returned John’s call. Maybe she’d have time to hit the laundry mat before she headed to the airport.

##

April sat in a chair opposite John Dupree while he filled her in on the events of the last few months. John blamed himself for Jade’s embezzlement of company funds. She’d done it in an attempt to draw attention to herself, and to show him that Jasmine wasn’t perfect. Due to his feelings of guilt, John hadn’t fired Jade. Instead, he hushed up the entire incident and encouraged Jade to stay, hoping that, by her staying, they would eventually work out their family problems.

But Jade didn’t seem to want to talk to him, and any conversations between her and Jasmine always ended in a full-blown screaming match. Three weeks ago, John had come to work to find Jade’s letter of resignation sitting on his desk. A quick call to Jasmine, at the house the sisters shared, revealed that Jade’s room was bare of any clothes, or any other personal belongings. So, John had decided to wait it out, thinking that Jade would eventually call to tell him she was ok, but no such call ever came. Neither he, nor Jasmine, had heard a word from Jade in almost a month. He now feared the worst.

April did her best to reassure John. She figured Jade had begun to feel uncomfortable around her family. Ashamed of what she had done, feeling unable to patch things up with her sister and uncle, Jade had probably decided to relocate, start over somewhere new.

April told John not to worry, that she’d find Jade and, if she couldn’t convince her to come home, at least call John and let him know she was ok. April headed for the door, planning to set up shop in the little apartment above Mama’s bar in the Quarter. She’d already called, and Mama had assured her that the apartment was, indeed, available if izmir escort she wanted it. Well, at least one person had seemed happy that she was back, two if she counted John. She’d yet to see Jasmine, who was conspicuously absent from today’s meeting.

##

It was now early evening, and April sat on the couch in her temporary apartment. Her laptop sat on the coffee table beside her, humming away as it busily worked on the searches she had set up. While the computer did its thing, April cleaned and inspected the gun she had just picked up. Just then, she heard a soft knock at her door. Getting up to answer it, she rounded the corner, and came to a dead halt. There, on the other side of the screen door, stood Jasmine Dupree, looking slightly irratated, but breath taking just the same.

Shaking off the shock, April quickly let her in, inviting her to sit with her on the couch. Instead, Jasmine took the high back chair that stood near the end of the couch, facing the coffee table. April sat back down, wiping her damp palms on her jeans before she went back to cleaning the Glock.

Jasmine just sat there, frowning at the table. April had a thousand things she wanted to say, buzzing around in her mind, but she thought it better to let Jasmine start the conversation. She wasn’t entirely sure why Jasmine was here.

Finally, Jasmine spoke. “You’re looking for Jade,” the comment was more a statement than a question.

“Yes. Any idea where she might have headed off to?”

“No.” Jasmine continued to stare at the gun. “Still insisting on carrying an illegal weapon, I see.”

April just reached for her wallet, pulled out the permit and tossed it on the end of the table, directly in front of Jasmine. Jasmine glanced between April and the paper lying in front of her, then she picked it up and began to read.

“You’ve already got a permit? When did this happen?”

April didn’t answer her right away. She was debating whether to play along, or just get it all out. Deciding to go for it, she stopped in the middle of cleaning and turned her head to give Jasmine her full attention.

“I picked up all the paper work I’d need before I left. Then I just submitted everything from home. Besides the permit to carry, I have my P.I. license for the state of Louisiana.”

Jasmine stared at her, her mouth hanging open in shock. “Why?”

“Because, at the time, I thought I’d be moving down here, eventually.” April didn’t bother to elaborate, thinking it better that Jasmine make the effort to ask, if she cared to.

“You assumed quite a bit.”

“Well, there was this one night were I thought I had heard you tell your sister that you were in love with me. Judging from the way things turned out, it must have been my imagination.”

“You’re the one who left, cher.”

April watched Jasmine’s eyes spark with anger, her hands clenching the arms of the chair. “Now we’re getting somewhere,” April thought. She carefully laid the gun and cleaning tools back on the table, choosing her next words very carefully.

“Jasmine, I left because I thought you and your sister needed time to talk, to work things out. I had become another wedge between the two of you. I thought that, if I stayed, I’d just gum up the works.”

Jasmine listened to April, feeling angry, hurt, abandoned, and something else. God help her! As mad as she was that April had taken off without a word, she still wanted her. When April had answered her door a few minutes ago, her heart had leaped in her chest. She didn’t want to still care about April, and knowing she did just spiked her temper.

“Please! Admit it, April. You knew your chances of getting laid by either one of us was slim to none, so you packed up and ran home.”

April understood Jasmine was angry, but she felt her temper kick in, just the same, at Jasmine’s biting comments.

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” April snapped out. Hearing her own voice, she took a deep breath. This might be her last chance with Jasmine, and she didn’t want to waste it because she couldn’t control her temper. Feeling calmer, she tried again.

“If what happened between us was just you and I getting laid, then why are you so angry?”

April’s matter-of-fact tone was really infuriating. Jasmine felt her tempter snap, her next words pouring out in an angry rant.

“Because I wasn’t just getting laid. Apparently, you were. My life fell apart and you bailed, so forgive me for not buying that crap about you being in love.”

“Ah, there it is,” April thought. It was past due, though, that she set Jasmine straight. She got up and advanced on Jasmine. Leaning over the chair, her face in Jasmine’s, she struggled to keep herself in check.

“I told you why I left Jasmine. I called you twice, that first week after I left, to explain to you why. You choose not to return my calls. If you were so in love with me, why didn’t you at least call back to get an explanation?”

April watched Jasmine’s mouth open and knew there was some smart comment coming. Deciding she didn’t alsancak escort want to hear it, she pushed on, interrupting Jasmine before the fiery beauty could get started.

“I am in love with you, Jasmine. I spent months trying to forget you, only to find I can’t. I’m back because I care about you and your family. I won’t feel any better than your uncle does right now, until I can see, with my own eyes, that Jade is safe and sound. And I’m not leaving New Orleans until you and I clear things up. In fact, I might not leave at all.”

Right at that moment, Jasmine knew that if April kissed her, touched her in any way, she’d give herself over without a minute’s hesitation. That knowledge scared the hell out of her. But hearing April’s words, feeling this spark of happiness at her declaration that she wasn’t leaving, after the hell she went through when she had found out April had left, ignited her temper. She pushed out of the chair, shoving April out of her way as she went, and stormed out the door, letting the screen door slam shut behind her.

April walked out onto the balcony to watch Jasmine storm down the alley. She wanted to stop her, but decided Jasmine needed time to think, to let her threat about not leaving town, sink in. She watched as Jasmine jumped into her classic, Ford Mustang convertible, and peel out of the parking spot, filling the air with the smell of burnt rubber. April couldn’t help but smile. Jasmine had one hell of a temper, and she wasn’t one to back down. That was one of the things that April admired and respected about Jasmine. She was also discovering that it was one hell of a turn on.

##

It had taken April almost two days of computer searches and phone calls, but she had finally traced Jade’s last few movements. Jade had rented a car, the same day John had found her resignation letter on his desk, and withdrawn about $5,000 from her bank account. The last time she had used either her bankcard, or any of her credit cards, was to pay for gas, latter that same day, at a station on the edge of Baton Rouge. Figuring that was as good a place to start as any, April climbed into her rented sedan and headed out. She had her Glock locked in the glove box and a picture of Jade tucked in her pocket.

##

April had now been in Baton Rouge for almost three full days. At night, she hit all the gay bars, showing Jade’s picture around. The problem was, Baton Rouge was a big city, the state capital, and there were a lot more clubs than she had originally figured on. She had called Mason, the boy wonder of computers, and had asked him to keep an eye on Jade’s credit cards and bank activity. There was nothing so far.

She also checked in with John periodically, keeping him posted, and hoping that maybe Jade had called him. Nothing there either, so far. The one person she hadn’t talked to, since leaving New Orleans, was Jasmine. April was being very careful to keep her cell phone charged, for obvious reasons.

Tonight was her third night, maybe her fourth, of club hopping. She’d yet to find anyone who recognized Jade’s picture, but she had gotten a few offers. Aaaah, at least she had hope in case Jasmine never talked to her again.

Checking the map on her laptop, she pulled up in front of a club called The Litter Box. It was well after ten and this was the fifth club tonight. She locked her car and headed in. Buying herself a drink at the bar, she pulled out Jade’s picture and made the rounds. She was almost back at the front door, having worked her way around the club, when a blonde commented that the girl in the picture looked a lot like a bartender she had seen the other night. April slipped the girl a twenty and quickly got a few more details.

It turned out that there was a private club near downtown that catered to lesbians only, and was very elite. You had to be a member, or with a member, to get in. The blonde had been there two nights ago, with a date, and swore that one of the bartenders was a dead ringer for the picture that April was showing her. Getting directions, April sprinted out of the club, found her car, and headed over.

Ten minutes later, she was parked across the street from a small, one floor, gray brick building. There was no sign anywhere, just a steel front door, with a carpet and awning that formed a path from the door to the curb. She didn’t even see signs of a bouncer. It was close to midnight, and April noticed that there wasn’t a whole lot of traffic, street, or pedestrian. She drove around the block a few times, getting a feel for the layout. She still hadn’t seen anyone around.

Finally, she eased the car down the alley that ran behind the club. She saw one steel door at the back, a single light mounted right above the door. There was a little parking lot with just a few cars parked there, again, no sign of another living soul. Thinking it was probably the employee entrance, April parked her car a little farther down the alley, out of sight of the building, and walked back.

She came to the end of the fence, where the parking lot buca escort started, and stood there for a few minutes, smoking a cigarette. Looking around, she didn’t see anyone, and decided it was safe to try the back door. She crossed the lot to the door, walking briskly, her eyes scanning the surrounding area the whole time. The door was locked so, satisfied that no one else was around, she slipped a small leather case out of her back pocket. Choosing a pick, she began working the lock on the door.

Seconds later, she heard a voice and, jumping back while she slid the door pick back into her pocket, saw a woman sashay around the corner of the building.

“You know, sugar, if you want in that badly, I might be persuaded to help you out.” As the woman walked closer, April got a better look at who had just issued the provocative invitation. She wasn’t more than 5′ 4″, tops. Very slim and lanky, the woman had long blonde hair, the roots starting to show. She looked barley legal, having the fresh face of a kid just out of high school, but she was dressed to impress, or at least increase a person’s heart rate. She was wearing fish net stockings, black shoes with at least a two-inch heel, skin tight, black leather skirt and a halter top, with a nametag that read ‘Kayla’.

“And you could get me in?” April’s tone was one of great skepticism. She watched as it had the right effect. The girl got a defensive look on her face; acting like April had just thrown down a dare.

“Yeah, I can get you in. I’m allowed guests, you know.”

“Even when you’re working?”

“Yeah. I can let a friend in once in a while.”

“Ok. So, you gonna let me in?”

“Well, sugar, you’re not a friend yet.” Kayla gave April the once over, a little gleam in her eye. April chocked back a laugh. Kayla was trying so hard to sound like a street tuff, but it just wasn’t working for her.

Trying to keep from busting out laughing, April took a gulp of air, deciding to try another tact. She fished Jade’s picture out of her pocket and held it up for Kayla to see.

“Know her?”

Kayla’s eyes widen in surprise. “Yeah, that’s Lee Anne. You a friend of hers?”

Lee Anne? Had Jade changed her name? Wheels turning, April forgot Kayla was there for a minute. Then she felt a finger slide down her arm, and she jerked back to reality, finding Kayla almost plastered to her side.

“Does Lee Anne have a last name?” April held a folded up twenty between two fingers and offered it to Kayla. God, she had to find Jade soon, or wire John for more money. The twenty disappeared inside Kayla’s halter-top.

“I don’t know,” Kayla’s voice hesitant, “I mean, I don’t know if I should tell you. You aren’t gonna hurt her, or something, are you?”

April gave Kayla her most comforting look. “No, Kayla, I’m not here to hurt Lee Anne. I’m an old friend and she just kind of disappeared from our hometown. I just want to see her. You know, make sure she’s all right. That’s all.”

Kayla studied her for a few minutes, mulling things over. “I tell you what, I’ll let Lee Anne know she’s got a friend in town. If she wants to hook up with you, we’ll meet you at The Rainbow in an hour. We’re both scheduled to go home soon, so we can both meet you. That way, it’s public and safe. Ok?”

April didn’t think she could completely trust Kayla, but didn’t have a lot of other options at the moment. “Ok. Tell her Sam is here to see her.” Sam was one of the sisters’ friends from home, who they went clubbing with on a regular basis. April and Sam had enough similar features that, if Kayla described her to Jade, she’d probably buy it. Mind you, she and Sam were definitely different looking, but April didn’t think Kayla would give much of a description beyond dark hair and dark eyes. Close enough for government work.

Kayla nodded and went inside. April already knew where The Rainbow was, having hit it last night on her rounds, and headed for her car.

##

Same as last night, The Rainbow was packed. April found a pillar to lean against and hoped a table would open up soon. Twenty minutes later, two love birds slid out of a nearby booth, obviously going home to consummate their drunken vows of forever after. April jumped in, just beating out a small group of women.

“Friends on the way,” April muttered to the group, explaining why she, only one person, was going to be mean and take the booth from them. Thankfully, the women didn’t argue and just slipped back into the crowd.

Trish had been watching the stranger ever since she came in. She recognized the woman as the one flashing a picture around last night, but that wasn’t what was bothering her. Even when she talked to her last night, the woman seemed familiar, but she just couldn’t put her finger on it. She just hoped that the woman wasn’t going to be trouble. She owned this bar, and wasn’t in the mood tonight to have a hassle on her hands.

Trish was a formidable woman. She stood almost 5′ 10″. Her grandmother had been part American Indian, and Trish had inherited her exotic looks. Her raven black hair hung long and straight, almost to her waist. She had dark brown eyes and her skin was a beautiful, deep bronze. Trish kept herself in shape too. Mainly because she often found herself playing bouncer, on the rare occasions someone got out of hand. She was no push over.

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“There ain’t no pussy alive that will not twitch when they is properly stoked.” ~ Diamondmouth

Doubling With Duane

I swung by Duane’s and picked him up first. My plan was to have a word or two with him, pick up Leah and let her size up the situation and then head for L. O.’s, saving the best for last.

Duane was nervous, but anxious too. I advised him to go easy, complement L. O. and try to make her laugh. I assured him that at some point in the evening Leah and I would start making out, and give him the opportunity to get a kiss or two in with his date.

To my surprise, Leah told him essentially the same thing; stressing that he was not to grope her.

“No grabbing her boobs, you boob!” was the way she phrased it, making us all laugh.

L. O. Sailor was waiting at the foot of her driveway. I took her in for the first time. She had honey-blond hair that hung to the middle of her back, and light blue eyes. Her face was a beautiful heart shape, with a small pert nose and large lush lips. She had a very thin waist that flared out giving her a highly desirable figure. She wasn’t all that tall and wore what I guessed were 3″ heels to match up with Duane. She had a short torso, and this gave her a very long leg line. And the 3″ heels caused her firm and well-rounded rear end and majestic chest to jut out.

Leah had already confided that she had plenty of girls at school green with envy.

On closer inspection, I saw that she had a slight acne problem. She thought this was what was keeping the boys at bay. She was wrong about that. The “boys” were mostly timid, or already taken by more assertive girls.

I found myself taking in her breasts, probably a 34B, and apparently quite firm, with large dark areola already visible beneath her sweater.

A couple minutes later while cruising the neighborhood, I glanced in the rear-view mirror and saw that her nipples were aroused and threatening to tear their way through the sweater’s flimsy material.

Following Leah’s advice, I suggested a movie and met with unanimous approval. I parked the car, and we entered the movie, bought popcorn and extra large cokes and settled in to watch the main feature. When I put my arm around Leah, Duane did the same with L. O. I must have fooled him because I left it right there and made no further moves on Leah, who started to giggle every few minutes.

When I finally whispered “What’s so funny?” to her, she said, “I’m not wearing any panties.”

“I’ll have to check … but later, okay?”

“Why wait? It’s nice and dark.”

“I’m thinking about them, Leah,” meaning L. O. and Duane.

“She told me she likes him,” she whispered. “If he doesn’t screw up, he might get some nookie tonight.” Then she giggled again, and then I knew the real reason for the giggling. Still, I didn’t want to be the one to mess up Duane’s chances and so I forced myself to watch the movie and didn’t kiss or grope Leah.

Leah responded by rubbing my dick and giving it a hearty squeeze every few minutes. The result was I had a precum spot on my slacks when we left the theater that was hard to disguise.

I steered everyone into an arcade just to get off the street, and Duane went right to his favorite game and started playing. Both girls were slightly pissed at this and I got an unmistakable sign from Leah to do something about it.

Deciding I could kill two birds with one stone, I pulled Leah over to me and pressed my dick into her rear. Giggling happily, she rubbed her butt against me.

“That’s better,” she giggled, “but what about L. O.?”

I had already thought that part out. “Duane,” I said, to get his attention.

“Huh? Hey, you see how easy I manhandle this game? I am the Lord and master of this little universe!” he said gloatingly.

“Yeah, I know how good you are. So why don’t you show L. O. how to beat it?”

L. O. picked up on what I was doing right off. Duane never did.

“Yeah, Duane, I never could figure out how to play these games,” she told him.

And with a gallantry I never suspected he had in him, he moved back and scooted L. O. into his former place; moved behind her, and put his arms around her and on her hands.

“Oh … like this?” she cooed, pushing her ass back at him.

“Yeah, like that,” he replied, still absorbed in telling her how to best approach the game, and not aware that she was just millimeters away from his cock.

Moments later, Duane suddenly realized how he might take advantage of the situation, and squashed himself against her ass. L. O. in turn, wriggled her butt and Duane’s dick flared up.

Knowing Duane as I did, I knew that he would happily continue teaching L. O. the rudiments of the game for as long as we let him.

But I should mention that while L. O. and Duane were getting acquainted, Leah was still rotating her ass over my dick, which bore down against her as it slid inside my pants along the crack of her ass. She gave me a look over her shoulder with her eyes wide, her pupils dilated and dark with lust.

She reached behind izmir escort her, fumbled my zipper down, and wormed her smooth hand inside my jeans. When she reached my dick, she grasped it and straightened it.

She left it throbbing along the cleft of her ass, and I felt her lifting the hem of her dress. I glanced over at Duane and L. O., she was laughing and rotating her ass in similar fashion as Leah was doing to me. Briefly I wondered if Duane had it in him to fuck her in front of all the people passing by them in the arcade.

Those thoughts dissipated the moment Leah reached for my cock again, and standing on tip-toes, brought my dick to her smooth pussy-lips. I recalled her telling me she’d not worn underwear a split second before my dick entered her slippery slit.

I groaned quietly at the exquisite feel of her pussy’s heat and velvet softness embracing my wildly pulsing cock. She sighed, and lifted her hand to her mouth. I looked over her shoulder an saw that she had sunk her teeth hard into the crooked finger that she pressed against her mouth to stifle any moan of pleasure that might escape her.

I glanced over at L. O. and Duane. She had her eyes closed and he had a hand on her left breast, giving it a light squeeze. They were paying no attention to us, and no one else in the arcade seemed to be looking our way. I was wrong about that, but wouldn’t know about it until later.

Leah pushed back and made a soft “OOOFISH” sound as I further impaled myself in her. The feeling of her pussy on my dick was fantastic, and remains vivid to this day.

I wondered how she could keep a normal expression on her face, then wondered what my own face looked like to passersby, and made a conscious effort to try keeping my feelings from showing.

I rotated my hips and sank halfway into her. Not bad if you consider that we were standing and she wasn’t bend over to any degree.

I heard her express a long grunt, and thought she was coming. Then I realized there was a stool beside me and holding her hips, I whispered for her to be still for a second, and I sat down and pulled her onto my lap. It seemed a miracle I remained inside her the whole time. Seconds later, I hit bottom as she wriggled her ass seemingly screwing me deeper and deeper into her pussy.

I groaned from the feel of it. The friction and pressure was incredible. There had been some pain, as I forced my way those last few millimeters, but the intensity of the pleasure eradicated that.

I reached around Leah, putting my hand in her lap. Then surreptitiously slipped my hand under the dress and found her little clit and began rubbing it. After a few seconds of that, she started hopping up and down in short quick moves. I wondered if she was nearing a climax or it was just feeling good. Soon she was raising herself up almost halfway off of me then letting her body fall back down, re-impaling me in her.

Oh, God that felt good. It had been great up to then, but this surpassed anything we’d done previously.

I caught myself saying, “Oh God” out loud. Saw L. O. give us a strange look, and shut up. Then I heard Leah grunting and knew that L. O. must know what we were up to.

Meeting L. O.’s eyes, I saw her Mona Lisa like smile and knew she was enjoying herself almost as much as Leah and I.

A second later, L. O. did a double take. She stared in unbelief, like she couldn’t believe what we were doing. She had looked concerned for a second, but as she realized that I wasn’t forcing myself on Leah, she reached up, and covered Duane’s hand on her breast, silently telling me that she was having fun too.

Leah began making a sound that went, “Huh, huh, huh” and her hand pressed down on my hand as it rubbed her clit. She turned her head and gave me a weak smile and I realized I was about to cum and tried unsuccessfully to pump into her as fast as possible. But her weight on my lap prevented me from doing it.

A soft moan from Leah announced her orgasm just a second before her pussy clamped down on my stiff shaft. A couple of body-shaking ripples threw her deeper into the orgasm and I had to hold her by the hips to steady her. Then I was there, unable to hold back any longer. I groaned as the first of the sperm rocketed out of me. Then I managed to control my groans as spurt after spurt jetted into her.

I felt Leah’s spasm as a silent orgasm swept over her. As soon as her orgasm had subsided she turned, and my cock slapped out off her and she hopped off my lap and stood shielding me as I fumbled my dick back into my jeans.

Leah asked L. O. to go to the ladies room with her, leaving me with a happy, smirking Duane.

“Think you’re a good instructor, huh?” I said.

“Did’ja see us?”

“I saw you. You were dry-humping the shit out of her.”

“Yeah,” he said, and gave me a silly-assed grin. “Let me feel her tits, too.”

“Did she?”

“Oh, yeah, even held my hand there.”

“Maybe you’ll get to kiss her on the way home.”

“You think?” he said coming more animated that alsancak escort I’d ever seen him.

“Want some advice?”

“Sure, everything you’ve told me so far has been right on the money.”

“When you kiss her … and you will. Make sure it’s a soft, gentle kiss.”

“Soft, gentle,” he repeated, committing the words to his memory.

“And make it last. Count to 100 if you must, but make it long and soft.”

“Why is that?”

“I’m not sure, but I know that girls … women, tend to measure a guy by his kisses. Especially the first couple kisses. Do not … I repeat, do not slip her the tongue.”

“No tongue?” he protested.

“No tongue until she tells you it’s all right.”

“She’s gonna tell me she wants the tongue?”

“In her own way. Don’t worry, you’ll know.” I left it there, knowing that most girls when properly kissed will send their tongue out on an exploratory mission, i.e., telling the guy she wants his in her mouth.

The girls came back and we left, getting in my car and headed over to a fairly large park with a decent lover’s lane.

After parking, I put an arm around Leah and drew her in for a smooch. From the back seat I heard L. O. moan, “Oh, yeah!” and knew Duane had listened to my advice.

As we necked, Leah told me that L. O. had seen us fucking. She laughed when I told her I knew, and that L. O. and I had had eye contact while we were screwing.

“She told me she likes him,” Leah whispered in my ear.

“Will she fuck him?” I asked.

“I don’t know, but I think she wants me to show her how to suck cock.”

“Will you?” I asked, not bothering with the fact that L. O. hadn’t specifically asked to be taught how to give head.

“Why not?”

“True, everyone should have an idea of how it’s done.”

“Maybe I’ll call on you … you know, as the resident expert.”

We both laughed at that, but I definitely liked the idea.

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At any rate, Duane and I had a ball game to play the next afternoon. And I was selected to start, although Coach told me I wasn’t going all the way.

“Just give me five solid innings, Morgenthall, and take it easy. Don’t try to strike out everyone you face.”

Admittedly, I was nervous as I toed the rubber in the bottom of the first inning. We were up one nothing; Billy Jennings led off with a double. Artie Spears bunted, and Jennings slid headfirst into third, beating the throw from their pitcher. When Champ Bannion grounded into a double play, Jennings crossed the plate with the game’s first run.

Taking the mound, I quickly fell behind in the count 3-0, but focused on Lou Clemmons glove behind the plate and got two quick strikes on the hitter. A change up got him to pop up to Champ Bannion at first. I fell behind in the count 3-1 on the second hitter, and didn’t fool him with my fastball on the fifth pitch, and he slashed a triple down the right-field line. But luck was with me and I got the next two batters on relatively easy ground outs.

Over the next two innings, each team was limited to a single, but the other team tied the score in the fourth. Two singles, a wild pitch, and a ground-out by their pitcher tied it up at 1 — 1.

There was a strange play that inning.

After I loaded the bases, the hitter ripped a line drive back at me. I dropped the ball, picked it up, and zinged it home to Lou Clemmons, who stepped on home and threw to first for a double play. Only it wasn’t.

Apparently there is a fine line in this situation. I learned it’s a judgment call on the part of the umpire. In this case, he determined that I had purposefully or accidentally dropped the ball. How he arrived at that decision is still beyond me, but he did. The point being that no infield fly rule can be called on a line drive.

And so, after a long discussion by both team’s coaches and all the umpires, the batter was declared out, and the home plate umpire ordered the runners back to their original bases. The following batter lined to short, and when will Patagonis held on to it, I was out of the inning.

We wasted a golden opportunity in the eighth. With one away Dennis Woods singled and stole second. When Allen Temple grounded to short, Woods became caught in a rundown between second and third, ending any serious trouble.

I was relieved as a pitcher, and sent to right field, replacing Woods. Duane came in to face the opposition in the bottom of the eighth. He retired the first two hitters, before their clean-up hitter drilled a 2-0 pitch over the center-field wall, giving them the lead for the first time.

But in the top of the ninth, I got a single to left, Duane struck out, and both Temple and Patagonis walked loading the bases. Ed Saniki, a weak hitting junior was the ninth man in the order, and surprised everyone by doubling to left-center, clearing the bases. Now we led, 4-2.

Coach replaced Duane with Casmir Olsewski, a Russian exchange student. Somehow Cazzie, as we’d nick-named him, had buca escort mastered the curve ball, and using it judicially, he struck out the first two men he faced, and got the final out on a long fly to me in right.

We celebrated the victory and after I had showered, Duane approached me to ask if we’d be double dating that night. To his sorrow, I told him that Leah and I had plans for the night, but were open to something on Saturday.

He confessed that he was too shy to call L. O. and ask her out. Since I was going to be with L. O. and Leah that night, I didn’t offer him any advice on the matter, and a forlorn Duane shuffled into the shower while I dressed and headed over to Leah’s.

________________________________________

“So, what do you think?” Leah asked L. O. around seven that evening.

“About what?” L. O. asked, not understanding her meaning.

“Duane, do you like him?” Leah asked.

“Huh? Yeah. He’s really nice.” she said, a little flustered, thinking Leah was reading her mind. She had been thinking of her and Duane fucking like rabbits a moment before.

“Aubrey says he’s a virgin.”

“Aubrey’s a virgin?” L. O. gasped, thinking that was unbelievable after all the rumors she’d heard.

Leah laughed and smacked her thigh. “No, silly, Duane’s the virgin.”

“Oh…”

“But he says Duane wants you; wants you bad.”

L. O. giggled and shuffled her feet in embarrassment.

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” Leah said with conviction.

L. O. began to flush. “Yeah…”

“So do you want to fuck, him? Duane, I mean, not Aubrey.”

L. O. said nothing at first, and then released a noncommittal, “Ummm…”

“Aubrey and I will fix the two of you up, you want,” Leah said softly.

L. O. looked up, met Leah’s questioning eyes, and nodded.

“You have to be sure,” Leah added.

L. O. found herself nodding and biting her lip, unable to meet Leah’s eyes in her embarrassment.

After a minute, L. O. said quietly, “I guess I should blow him first, you think?”

“It’s as good a way to start as any. Have you done it before?”

“No.”

“What have you done?”

“Made out a couple times. Joey Fletcher grabbed my tits in the once. Dennis Woods took me to the movies and kissed me, and I sort of jerked him off a few weeks ago, but he never called me afterward.”

“Sort of? Can you explain?”

“Ummm, he was … kissing me … you know, using his tongue, and then his hand was under my skirt and on my…”

“Pussy?”

“Yeah, my pussy.”

“And…?”

“It felt really, really nice, but I was afraid of getting preggers.”

“That’s a new one on me,” Leah laughed.

“Preggers. Like a girl can get preggers if she’s not careful!”

They both laughed, and then L. O. said, “So I touched him.”

“And?”

“He took it out, and I touched him again.”

“Your first cock?”

“Yeah.”

“And?”

“I moved my hand the way he told me to, and he came all over my hand.”

“That was it?”

“Well, we kissed a couple more times and he rubbed my … pussy some. Then the movie ended and the lights came up. So we left. He took me home.”

“And he never called you again?”

“No … I did … call him, though. I told him not to bother me again.”

“Why on Earth would you tell him that?”

“Because I … I didn’t want to … lose my virginity to him.”

“You know,” Leah said kindly, “that’s the best reason in the world.”

“You think? Well, thanks. I wasn’t so sure I’d done the right thing, Leah.”

“You’re welcome. Now, what do you want to know about giving a blow job?”

“What’s to know? I mean, all you do is put it in your mouth, right?”

“There’s a little more to it.”

“There is?”

“Sure, for one thing, there’s the teeth thing.”

“The teeth…?”

“Yeah, you know how your pussy is tender … well kind of tender?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Guys are even more tender there.”

“Oh.”

“So, you have to be careful not to bite it, or even scratch them with your teeth.”

“Oh…”

“And … when you get to the corona, or crown…”

“What?”

“I’m talking about the head of his cock. There’s the head, the shaft and the balls. And speaking of the balls be very careful.”

“Okay, but why?”

“Because they are so very, very tender, and fragile as eggs. They hold the sperm, you know.”

“Oh … yeah, I remember.”

“So, you can kiss it, lick it and suck on it. And that’s about it.”

“Leah, I’m afraid I’ll fuck it up. I want to do it right. I want Duane to think I’ve done it before, you know?”

“You’re telling me you want a practice run?”

“How could we do that?”

“Well, with like a banana?”

“Okay.”

Leah went in search of the fruit and returned empty handed. “L. O., I don’t have any bananas.”

“Oh…”

“I could call Aubrey. I mean he could come over and I could blow him, and you could watch, pick up some pointers?”

“You’re kidding!”

“No, I’m serious. I mean, it would have been great if I’d been able to lean that way.”

“But, what about Aubrey; like he’s a guy, and all?”

“Duh! We need a guy. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. I know it’s asking a lot, but I can guarantee he’ll keep it to himself. He doesn’t talk about … you know, private matters.”

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Miranda Kalinsky and Lauren Baltauss, best friends for two years, declared themselves in a relationship after loving their first sexual experience together. They want to have more sex, but hardly get a chance to do it in Miranda’s home. If any member of her Jewish family catches them they will be in major trouble, thus they usually do it in Lauren’s home, as her parents support her choice to be gay. About a month after the two had sex for the first time, though Miranda’s family plans to spend the weekend at a relative’s place in Pennsylvania. Seeing this as a chance to spend that entire time with Lauren she declines to go with them despite their begging. When she invites Lauren for sex she eagerly accepts saying she cannot wait to experience it in Miranda’s bedroom.

In her living room that evening, Miranda lies on the couch and reads a book when Lauren standing atop the stairs, snickers and tells her to come to her. She does and they hold hands, grin, and kiss as she says, “Good thing my family is not here!”

They laugh, go to Miranda’s room, izmir escort and lip-lock while holding each other. They then lean to the wall with Lauren on it and unzip and feel inside each other’s pants. Miranda kisses Lauren’s neck and chin as she shuts her eyes and pants.

They move away from the wall and Lauren removes Miranda’s shirt as she sits on the bed and takes off Lauren’s shorts. Lauren then pushes her onto her bed, removes her pants and sits on her lap as Miranda sits up. They kiss and hug, then Miranda takes off Lauren’s top and kisses her chest and neck before they kiss as Lauren yanks off Miranda’s bra. They lie on the bed. Lauren is on top kissing Miranda’s neck and breasts. Miranda yells before lying face-down as Lauren turns 180 degrees, pulls off her panties to kiss her buttocks, gives her a rim job, and fondles her vagina as Miranda arches her back and bounces. She goes face-up as Lauren sits on her face to let her do the same to her buttocks and vagina. She takes off her panties and rubs her breasts. alsancak escort Lauren gripes and puts her hand between Miranda’s bent knees. She lies down to make the 69 sex position. The two go down on each other and orgasm. She turns 180 degrees as they kiss and finger each other.

Lauren soon after puts her head on Miranda’s chest. Miranda while stroking her hair asks, “Would you prefer to sleep on a bed or nude woman’s body?”

She says, “A woman, especially if that woman is you. Your body is soft, smooth, and comfortable and you think mine is too right?”

Miranda replies, “Yeah it feels good to have your head on my chest and our lovely bodies feel each other.”

Lauren says, “And I love it when you caress my head.”

Miranda says, “Me too.”

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Miranda says, “I love that idea,” as Lauren smiles.

She yawns, then falls asleep. Miranda caresses her head, kisses her forehead, turns off the light, puts the blanket over them and sleeps also. They show affection wherever they go expect if Miranda’s family is about by holding hands, hugging, and kissing. The girls are rarely seen apart.

Weeks later, the women shower together in the school’s locker room when Miranda says, “That was a tough dance class.”

They rub soap bars on each other as Lauren says, “Yes, but I had a good workout.”

Miranda says, “Oh yeah. I’m so toned.”

Lauren asks, “Did you tell your family about us?”

Miranda says “No.”

Lauren asks, “When will you do that?”

“I cannot. You know how they’ll react if they learn we are lovers,” Miranda yells.

“They will find out sooner or later. What will you do if that happens?” Lauren asks.

“I’ll think of something,” Miranda says,

“Okay, I’ll be here for you always.” Lauren says.

Miranda says, “Thank you. I love you so much.”

Lauren says, “Me too.”

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Minnie walked along the road oblivious to the reactions she was getting from men. Her legs were long; her skirt was short. She wore ‘killer’ heels. Her blouse was open to her bust. She was bra-less; her nipples were hard under her shirt.

She walked along the street, men’s heads turned, their cocks hardened at the sight of her.

Minnie knew this but she didn’t care. She was angry. She was furious. She was about ready to kill someone. Her raven hair swung around her waist as she strode down the street. She walked into her apartment building and went up the stairs two at a time.

How dare he stand her up like that?

Minnie opened the door to her apartment, slammed it behind her and threw her handbag across the room where it was caught by a woman that Minnie had never seen before.

‘Who the fuck are you?’ Minnie demanded, jumping at the sight of the stranger.

‘Does that matter?’ Asked the woman, placing Minnie’s handbag on the chair.

‘Well, you’re in my home, I don’t know how you got in here and what you want so YES it does matter!’

The woman smiled and walked to Minnie.

‘You got stood up didn’t you?’

Minnie’s anger took a stumble over her sudden curiosity.

‘How did you…?’

‘Didn’t you ever wonder why Jack only ever met you on his terms or, did you think it was just to add to the intrigue of the dark, handsome, mysterious man?’ The woman laughed and walked over to Minnie. ‘I found your picture on his computer. I found you e-mails and instant message conversations. You’re cute, I’ll give him that. He got careless, thinking I’d never find out. Complacency is a terrible thing you know. Well, you must be wondering why I’m here…Or have you figured it out? It’s really not that difficult.’

‘You’re his wife, right?’ Minnie spat, her anger back and bigger than ever. How could she have been so stupid? She’d had no idea. ‘I suppose I should have known. izmir escort How did you get in here?’

‘Sarah, my name is Sarah. And you gave Jack a key! He took it but refused to use it…As far as he told me anyway.’

‘Look, I don’t know what to say, ok? I honestly didn’t know that…’ Before Minnie could finish, Sarah was pressed up against her, one hand on her thigh one behind her head, kissing her passionately. Minnie tried to break away but her surprise was quickly replaced by lust. She began to kiss Sarah back, running her fingers through her thick dark hair.

‘Stop,’ breathed Sarah, pushing Minnie away and taking her hand. ‘The bedroom.’

Minnie led the way but doubt crept into her mind.

‘I can’t…’ Minnie began. She stopped. ‘Things like this only happen in books,’ she laughed nervously, her former air of control and assertiveness dispelled.

‘It’s ok,’ Sarah sighed and pushed Minnie onto the bed.

‘How long have you known?’ Minnie asked.

‘Later,’ Sarah commanded. ‘This is no time for talk.’ Sarah reached out and tore open Minnie’s blouse. ‘Leave your skirt on,’ Sarah smiled playing with Minnie’s nipples. Minnie moaned and reached down to her clit but Sarah slapped her hand away.

‘No. I’m in control here. Lie down.’ Minnie was helpless to refuse.

Sarah began to kiss Minnie. Slowly and sensually. All over her face down her neck, making Minnie shiver and onto her chest. She teased Minnie’s nipples with her tongue and kissed her breasts with lips as soft as snow and made Minnie’s skin tingle. Sarah began to tease Minnie’s clit with her tongue and when Minnie couldn’t stand it anymore, Sarah stopped.

‘Have you ever eaten pussy?’ Minnie shook her head. Sarah shrugged and straddled Minnie’s face and began to suck Minnie’s clit gently.

Minnie could see how wet Sarah was. Her scent was incredibly sweet and Minnie alsancak escort began to lick the velveteen folds of Sarah’s beautiful pussy.

Sarah moaned and the vibrations travelled through Minnie making her eat Sarah harder. As Minnie’s orgasm built up inside of her, she felt her clit harden and her muscles begin to contract, Sarah stopped and climbed off of Minnie’s face.

‘What’re you doing?’ Minnie cried. Sarah smiled and brought her handbag up from the floor, removing a strap-on from within.

‘What am I doing? I’m fucking you. Spread ’em, sweetheart.’

Sarah entered Minnie roughly, making her gasp with surprise and delight. She could feel the cool strap-on warming within her and scratched her nails down her lover’s back as she was screwed harder than she ever had been before.

Minnie bucked against Sarah’s pounding and clamped her teeth roughly around one of Sarah’s nipples biting so hard she felt the skin break. Sarah cried out and thrust harder making Minnie come so hard she almost passed out. As soon as Minnie had come, Sarah withdrew and took the strap-on off.

‘Put it on.’ Minnie complied. Sarah straddled her and slipped herself down the length of the strap-on. She reached down and pressed a small button hidden inside one of the straps and Minnie gasped as the bullet against her clit began to vibrate in varying rhythms and pulses.

Sarah began to ride, pulling at her nipples and playing with her clit. Minnie put a finger into Sarah’s mouth which she sucked as she fucked.

Sarah’s pace increased and she began to come fingering her clit and biting Minnie’s finger. She cried out and moved faster, grinding herself hard against Minnie who screamed as the vibrations on her clit and the movement of Sarah against her got too much and she came again.

Sarah stopped and leaned down to Minnie. They kissed and both women felt the electricity buca escort shoot down their spines and into their clits.

They took the strap-on off and discarded it. They lay together for some time touching, exploring, kissing and playing. Eventually they slept, spooned together.

Minnie awoke first and felt Sarah’s body pressed into her back. She turned over and began to stroke her hair. Sarah stirred and opened her blue eyes. She smiled.

‘What’s the time?’ Sarah yawned. Minnie glanced at the bedside clock.

‘Four thirty. Don’t you have to get home to Jack?’ Minnie asked and was a little surprised at the small stab of jealousy that stirred in her.

‘No, don’t you worry about him,’ Sarah said as she kissed one of Minnie’s breasts. ‘The situation has been taken care of.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Hush, darling. It’s ok.’

‘Sarah, you’re scaring me.’

‘Don’t be scared. Everything’s ok now.’ Sarah began to finger Minnie and as their lovemaking began again Minnie’s worries drifted away on the tide of her orgasms.

For hours, they made love and when Sarah suggested a little restraint, Minnie was keen to play along.

Sarah tied Minnie down with scarves. She caressed every part of Minnie’s body and paid attention to her every want and need. Sarah straddled Minnie and they ground together, climaxing with the friction their pelvises generated.

Once again, Sarah leaned forward and kissed Minnie’s mouth. Their tongues flicked over each other and it was heavenly.

Sarah stood by the side of the bed and picked up her handbag. Minnie shifted with anticipation, wondering what Sarah was going to do to her next.

‘This has been fun,’ Sarah said as she pulled a long metallic object out of the bag. She knelt on the bed and stroked the metallic shaft against Minnie’s thigh and lips before inserting it inside her.

Minnie moaned and waited for the toy to vibrate.

‘But, you know,’ Sarah continued, ‘you can’t fuck someone’s husband and get away with it. Just like he couldn’t get away with screwing you.’

Minnie looked into her lover’s eyes and realisation dawned upon her too late as Sarah pulled the trigger.

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Summary: Divorced horny MILF explores her lesbian side with teenager.

Note 1: This is 2018 April Fool’s Day contest story so please vote.

Note 2: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Dave, Robert and Wayne for editing.

MILF TURNS: Daughter’s Best Friend

I was going through my boxes in the master bedroom of my new apartment, having sold the house after the divorce, when I came across a box of sex toys… still wearing my teacher attire after a long day.

I was surprised for a couple of reasons:
1. There were a lot of them.
2. They weren’t mine.

I was also surprised by the variety: dildos, handcuffs, a strap-on cock, a double ended dildo, and several different vibrators, which were a lot more modern than my own lone ten-plus year old one.

I was holding a unique looking vibrator when my daughter’s good friend Amanda let herself in with the key I’d given her and walked into the room.

“Am I interrupting something?” Amanda asked.

“Um, no, I, um,” I struggled to say, “these aren’t mine.”

Amanda walked over to me, glanced inside and said casually, “Oh, these are Jenna’s.”

“All of them?” I asked, looking back down into the box.

Amanda nodded, putting her hand in the box and picking up the double ended dildo, “Yep, all of them.”

“It’s quite the collection,” I said, feeling awkward to have a vibrator belonging to my daughter in my hand.

“She likes variety,” Amanda shrugged, which had my head spinning. My nineteen year old college freshman daughter was on her way home for Spring Break from Harvard and her good friend had come over to wait for her, and to help me unpack.

I seriously couldn’t fathom Jenna having such an assortment of sex toys, and never mind lesbian toys.

I was stunned that Amanda was obviously familiar with the collection while I hadn’t had a clue.

Plus, this meant Jenna was not only sexually active, but was also either bi or lesbian.

“Wow! I just didn’t….” I said, then stopped, unsure what to say.

“You didn’t know Jenna was bi?” Amanda asked, as I watched her absent-mindedly stroking the double ended dildo. Were Amanda and Jenna an item? Amanda had spent many nights in our home back in high school and….

“I had no idea,” I finally answered. I added, “I didn’t even know she was sexual.”

“Mrs. Berg,” she said. “It’s 2018.”

“Please, just call me Lucy,” I said, no longer being Mrs. Berg; the paperwork was done and I had officially returned to my maiden name ‘Watson’.

“Okay, Lucy,” Amanda agreed.

“So are you two, um…” I began.

“Do Jenna and I fuck?” Amanda asked bluntly.

“Oh my God,” I gasped.

“You have toys too, don’t you?” Amanda asked, the girl who had been in my house hundreds of times and had never once sworn until now.

“One,” I admitted, feeling compelled to answer.

“What is it?” Amanda asked.

“Um, this is a strange conversation,” I said, putting the toy back in the box.

“Lucy,” Amanda said reprovingly, sitting down on the bed next to me. “I’m nineteen.”

“Yes, you are,” I agreed.

“Lucy, please tell me you have been with someone since you tossed your husband out of the house,” Amanda said.

“No,” I whispered.

“You can’t be serious,” Amanda said. “I know guys have asked you out.”

“I just wasn’t ready,” I said. I then added, “I’m still not ready.”

“You need to get back out there,” Amanda continued. “If nothing else, just to get laid.”

“Amanda!” I gasped, shocked by this frank conversation.

“Amanda what?” she objected. “You have needs: needs that should be fulfilled.”

“I guess,” I nodded, indeed missing having orgasms that weren’t from my fingers or my tired little old vibe.

“You don’t even have a fuck buddy?” Amanda asked.

“Oh my God!” I said.

“Lucy,” Amanda continued. “Those are words you should be using just as you get off.”

“Aaaarrrrrgh,” I moaned, covering my ears.

“That too,” Amanda continued, seeming to enjoy her impact on me… even though she did seem sincerely shocked that I had gone so long without.

“What has gotten into you?” I asked, my head spinning with bewilderment.

“All of these,” she smiled wickedly, pointing to the box, and apparently answering my earlier question about her and Jenna.

“I feel like I’m on a twisted version of Candid Camera,” I joked, “or Totally Busted,” although she likely had no idea what those shows even were.

Amanda got up and asked, “Where is your sex toy?”

I didn’t answer, but glanced to my nightstand.

She went to it, opened the drawer and pulled out my small vibe. She asked, looking mortified, “You can’t be serious?”

“What?” I asked, even though after seeing my daughter’s collection of toys, all bigger than mine, I knew exactly what she was asking.

“This poor old thing couldn’t possibly get you off,” Amanda izmir escort said, dropping it back in my drawer as if it were a dusty, shriveled up prune.

I laughed, somehow feeling comfortable saying it, “Neither could my husband.”

Amanda laughed as she walked back to me and asked, all serious, “When did you last come from sex with another person?”

“I think Milli Vanilli was still popular and we still thought they were the ones actually singing,” I joked.

“Mr. Berg never got you off?” Amanda asked.

“I don’t think so,” I answered.

“You don’t think so,” Amanda said, shaking her head. “I get off at least once a day and that’s on a slow day.”

“TMI,” I joked.

“Seriously,” Amanda continued. “I don’t even recall the last day I didn’t get off.”

“Your period,” I pointed out.

“God, no,” she said. “Those are some of my best orgasms.”

“Really?” I asked, in awe of this information.

“Oh yeah,” she nodded. “I don’t know why, but I’m way more sensitive down there then. You should really try it.”

“Um, okay,” I said, still struggling to keep up with this frank conversation and yet, oddly, feeling horny.

“You look flushed,” Amanda noticed.

“I do?” I asked.

“You do,” she smiled.

“Well, I am a little, um…” I paused, unable to say such a word to my daughter’s friend.

“You’re what?” she insisted.

I sighed. “Horny, all right Amanda, I’m horny.”

Amanda smiled… then said the words that shocked me to my core. “That’s okay… I’ll be glad to fuck you.”

My mouth dropped open.

“Seriously, Lucy, I’ll fuck you,” Amanda continued looking at me seriously, as she reached into the box and pulled out the strap-on cock. “I can even fuck you with the same strap-on cock that I usually fuck your daughter with.”

“Amanda, we can’t do….” I began to protest, but she shoved the cock in my mouth, even as I tried to come to grips both with what was happening and also with the sudden knowledge that my daughter had been fucked by Amanda… apparently with regularity.

“Today I’m going to give you the best present ever,” she promised, smiling warmly into my eyes while she slowly pumped the cock in and out of my mouth.

I was shocked.

I was stunned.

I was dripping wet.

When she pulled the cock out of my mouth, I began to point out the obvious. “Amanda, you’re my daughter’s best friend.”

“And also your daughter’s fuck buddy,” Amanda elaborated, pulling her t-shirt over her head to reveal she wasn’t wearing a bra.

I stared at her perky firm tits as I flashed back to my high school and college days when I’d had a few lesbian encounters.

“You like, Lucy?” Amanda asked, arching her back to accentuate her attractive boobs as she pushed me back onto my bed.

As she climbed on top of me, I tried to reason with her, even as my pussy dampened, “But, Amanda, oh God, we can’t do…. “

She put her fingers to my lips and said, “Shush. Today, I’m in charge.”

I should have protested.

I should have continued to point out the many logical reasons this was wrong.

But I didn’t.

“Lift your ass up,” Amanda ordered.

I watched in silent awe as she moved her hands to my skirt and saw that I was wearing thigh highs. “Oh my, I always wondered if you dressed sexy underneath those conservative teacher clothes.”

“You did?” I asked.

“Oh yeah, I’ve fantasized about this moment many times,” she purred, as she tugged my skirt down and off and tossed it aside.

“Although I was expecting a thong,” she said, as she reached for my panties.

I shrugged, “I have a couple, but they aren’t comfortable for work.”

Her hand stroked appreciatively up and down my nylon clad leg as she said, “I see where Jenna gets her hosiery fetish.”

“She has a hosiery fetish?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she nodded, as she got up and took off her jeans. “She insists I wear them every time we fuck.”

She paused as I listened intently to the shocking truth of my daughter’s secret past. She then added, “And we fuck a lot.”

“I can’t believe I never caught on,” I said, still stunned as I watched Amanda standing above me, now wearing only a thong.

“Where do you keep your nylons?” she asked.

“Left hand drawer,” I said, pointing to it. I have always loved hosiery. I love the feel of them on my legs. I love the way they showcase my legs. I love the variety of shades which are as easy to change as lipstick. I also used to love feeling someone caress my ass in pantyhose. Unfortunately that last was a long time ago.

Truthfully, I love all hosiery.

I love pantyhose… or tights as I learned they were called in Britain. I love having them encasing my nice ass.

I used to love thigh highs for the easy access when I wanted a tongue or cock quickly inside me.

I also loved a garter-belt and stockings for those sexy nights.

I alsancak escort even loved a full body stocking, but they were expensive… but my tits held up by sheer nylon is always super sultry sexy.

I watched as she pulled out a pair of black thigh highs and put them on. She asked, “Did you wear them for that asshole of an ex or for yourself?”

“I’ve always loved them,” I admitted, although in retrospect I had never been with a girl in them. It wasn’t something I broadcast, just something I wore.

“So Lucy, do you want me to fuck you?” she asked, returning to the bed caressing her own legs through the stockings.

“Do I have a choice?” I joked.

“Not really,” she laughed, as she pulled my panties down and off. Looking at my pussy, she said, “Nice pussy, Lucy. I love that little landing strip.”

“This is so surreal,” I said, watching my daughter’s friend between my legs.

“Oh, it’s about to get very real,” Amanda grinned, as she moved between my legs and began licking me.

“Oh. God,” I moaned, as soon as her tongue made contact.

“You taste just like Jenna,” she purred, as she licked me.

The reminder of my daughter should have brought me back to earth, but it didn’t, it only turned me on more.

She licked unlike any man… and even better than any girl ever had back in my college days… or maybe it was just the moment and the sudden hunger I felt inside. I moaned, “Oh yes Amanda, that feels so good.”

“Oh yes, I’m going to ravish this sweet pussy,” Amanda purred, between licks.

“I’m already ravished,” I moaned, as she slowly, teasingly licked my pussy.

“Oh, I’m going to make you never want a man again,” she continued as she flicked my clit three times… my body quaking each time… she was playing me like a fiddle… I was a fiddle of pleasure and she was Paganini.

She licked me fast.

She slowed down and explored.

She then moved away from my wet needy pussy and moved over to my thigh, splattering the area with butterfly kisses. She slithered her tongue slowly down my leg, kissing as she went. She explained, “I love to pleasure all your erogenous zones.”

“You’re driving me wild,” I moaned, as her hands reached my foot and she massaged the sole with her thumbs as she sucked on my toes.

“You’re so beautiful,” Amanda complimented as she gazed up into my eyes while worshipping my foot.

“You’re so incredibly hot,” I responded.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she smiled, as she moved to my other foot and gave it an equal amount of tender licking care.

“I’ve never had anyone do this before,” I admitted, enjoying it immensely, even though I really wanted her tongue back between my legs.

She shook her head. “Men are useless. Clueless.”

“Agreed,” I nodded, before adding, “if I knew this was an option, I would have had you doing this a long time ago.”

“Time to make up for lost time,” she purred, as she kissed her way up the other leg.

“Now please get me off,” I begged, wanting her back between my legs licking me.

“As you wish,” she smiled, as she buried her face in my wet pussy and licked aggressively.

“Oh yes, Amanda,” I moaned, as she took my clit in her mouth while she slid two fingers deep inside my pussy and began finger fucking me. I was so wet, her fingers were making wet sounds, adding to my excitement.

“Oh God, yes,” I quivered, as my orgasm grew quickly and then erupted like an earthquake when she found my never-before-discovered-until-this-moment g-spot. “Holy mother fucker!” I screamed.

She giggled, as she tapped on my g-spot while both my legs twitched like I was having an epileptic seizure, “Hey, I am a mother fucker! I just proved it!”

I laughed weakly as my body warmed from head to toe, “I guess so.”

She pulled her fingers out of me, pulled her thong off and straddled my face. “Ever eat pussy before?”

“A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away,” I joked, as I stared up at her shaved pink pussy.

“College?” she asked, as she I leaned up and licked her glistening wetness.

“Yes,” I answered, as I tasted my first pussy in two decades… and, like riding a bike, I instinctively knew exactly what to do.

“Oh yes,” she moaned, as I parted her pussy lips. “Get me nice and wet.”

“You taste amazing,” I said, having forgotten how sweet pussy cum was… after twenty years of tasting male cum which was not something I ever enjoyed, but did for my man.

“Your daughter pretty much lived on this in her senior year,” Amanda revealed, reminding me of her sexual relationship with my daughter.

“I can see why,” I purred, as I hungrily lapped. “This should be its own food group.”

She laughed, “I like that.”

Then for a few minutes I licked, although if truth be told it was a bit awkward and my neck ached as I craned it awkwardly.

Finally she grabbed my head and began grinding her pussy on my face buca escort as she moaned, “Yes, I’m so close.”

I sucked her clit between my lips and shook my head back and forth as she screamed, “Yes Lucy, I’m coming!”

And I eagerly lapped the abundance of juices that flooded my face as if I were under a shower… more than I had ever experienced in my brief college pussy licking phase.

When she let go, she got off me, looked down at my drenched face and said, “Sorry, I should have told you I’m a squirter.”

“I think I’ve been baptised,” I joked. “And not just sprinkled… full immersion.”

“Ready for more?” she asked.

“Definitely,” I nodded, although unsure if I could have multiple orgasms anymore… my last had been in college, delivered by a freshman coed who ate my cunt for an hour and through three orgasms while I watched Beverly Hills 90210.

“I did promise I’d fuck you,” she smiled, as she grabbed the strap-on cock and put it on.

“And I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be fucked by a student,” I admitted, “although I never thought it would be you.”

“I always knew one day it would be you,” she countered, as she joined me back on the bed and flipped me onto my side facing away from her.

“I like a woman who knows what she wants,” I joked playfully, having been rather submissive with my husband back before I learned he’d replaced me with a younger model.

“And I know what you want, too,” she responded, as she lifted my upper leg up and slid her cock into me from behind as she reached around and held my breast. She then asked, “Why are you still wearing your blouse and bra?”

“Good question,” I moaned, as the cock slid inside me. As she slowly fucked me in a positon I had never tried before, I unbuttoned my blouse… but couldn’t get it off.

She pulled out and got off the bed, and I sat up and quickly removed my blouse and bra and tossed them into a corner.

“Those are amazing,” Amanda said, staring at my tits like so many men had done my whole life. My 36DD tits were easily my best asset… although my trim legs were a close second.

“They’re a back breaker too,” I joked.

“How do you keep them so firm?” she asked.

“I’ve worked out every day since I was 12,” I admitted.

“Well, time for me to work you out,” she smiled, grabbing my ankles and yanking me to the end of the bed. She spread my legs wide and, still standing up, slid the cock back into me.

“Oh yes, fuck me,” I moaned, as she leaned in and kissed me.

I kissed her back and we continued kissing as she slid in and out of my pussy, and for a few minutes… I was in bliss.

She kissed me, she fucked me and she played with my tits all simultaneously. And unlike my husband, she didn’t treat them like basketballs, but she worshipped them with her fingers.

It was so intimate and sweet and pleasurable.

When she broke the kiss, she said, “Shit, I need to get fucked too.”

“I think I can do that,” I smiled.

She removed the strap-on, grabbed the double ended dildo and asked, “Ever use one of these?”

“I don’t think they existed when I was in college,” I said.

“Well, time for a first,” she said, as she got on the bed, her head at my feet, grabbed my ass and pulled me to her. “It takes a while to get used to though.”

“Okay,” I said, as she spread my legs and slid the dildo inside me.

“Oh this is really thick,” I moaned.

“Yeah, Jenna calls this Thicky Dick,” she laughed, as she straddled my legs, then slid her ass closer to me. I watched in excited awe as she slid the other end inside her pussy and then kept moving closer to me… the dildo disappearing further inside her even as it traveled deeper into me.

“Oh my,” I moaned, as I began to feel my cunt stretched and the dildo penetrating deep inside me.

“We keep going until our other lips are kissing,” Amanda said, kissing my upper lips again.

“We still have six inches to go,” I gasped, already feeling pretty full, then I added, “which all by itself is bigger than my ex.”

She laughed, as she kept moving closer to me. “Scoot further towards me.”

“Okay,” I nodded, as the dildo continued to disappear inside us like a magic trick… our pussies acting as the magician’s bottomless hat.

I’d never felt fuller as the dildo kept slithering deeper in me… until the magic trick was complete and our pussy lips were kissing.

“Now slowly move up and down with your hips,” she instructed.

“Okay… this is so kinky,” I said, as I did exactly as she instructed.

“This is the way Jenna gets off the hardest,” Amanda informed me.

“I can see why,” I moaned, as our movements made the dildo move inside me, stimulating me intensely, while our pussies rubbed together, stimulating my outsides.

Amanda took my foot and began sucking on my toes again.

I did the same, loving her nylon-covered legs rubbing against my breasts and enjoying sucking on her cute pink painted toenails.

And as we sucked each other’s toes, our pussies kissed and we fucked ourselves for an eternity.

I came first.

Amanda followed.

Then I came again.

And again.

And one more time as we came simultaneously before we both collapsed as we screamed together, “Fuck!”

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God. Not another three years of gym class, I thought to myself the first day of p.e. my sophomore year. I always hated it because I hated competing with all the other guys who were always so much stronger than I was. I was always the topic of everybody’s jokes in the locker room. “Greg. What was THAT out there, today? Don’t know how to dribble a basketball, or what?!!” and other demeaning remarks hardly kept my spirits high. This year might be different though, I realized as I was changing into my exercise clothes. All summer long I had been working out, jogging, getting in shape. I thought from now on I’m not going to be the class joke. Seeing all my peers undress, exposing their nice young dicks as they were putting on their jock straps made my sweat a little. But the best part about this was, I could see that my summer workout program paid off, physical wise. My chest and arms was every bit as buff as the other guys, and I was even getting a six pack.

We got out onto the floor and Mr. Benton made us run 10 laps around the court. Jason and Kyle were right behind me making jokes. “Oh. I bet Greg won’t be ahead of us for too long.” “Don’t trip over yourself, Gregie!”

I was about quit. I had all this extra strength to run, but I couldn’t stand the jokes. Then I heard a familiar voice. “Stop it assholes. Can’t you see Greg has changed?” I turned around and coming up from behind Jason and Kyle was Randy. Gee, I thought. I didn’t recognize him in the locker room. Randy who always had real long hair had cut it quite short and all his acne seemed to disappear. His athletic 16 year old body caught up with me. “Hey Greg! What? You got out this summer and became Mr. track star?” I cracked a smile a bit as he wiped some sweat from his forehead. I couldn’t help but notice his muscle shirt. His arms looked tan and magnificent. Not too big, but not too small either. His dishwater blonde hair getting a little darker with the sweat rolling down his hairless face. “Don’t let izmir escort those jerks pick on you, Greg. You are better than that.”

“Gee. Uh, thanks, Randy for telling them off for me” “I could tell you’ve been working out, Greg. Good job.”

“Thanks…well I like your hair cut.”

“Oh…well I thought it was time for a change”

Mr. Benton blew his whistle and told us to stop talking and so I didn’t get a chance to say anything more to handsome Randy. I started smiling knowing that this year will most likely be better. I even have jocks talking to me now. Sure Randy, was always different. He was the only member of the football team to talk to me, but he was friendly like that with everybody. And at least he was noticing my change. We went onto pushups and sit ups and it was hard to keep my eyes directly in front of me. Randy long body kept my necked turned most of the class.

At the end of the hour Mr Benton got all or our attention and announced. “Okay. Its close to 2:00 and maybe some of you read in the bulletin about the student-teacher challenge.” A couple of guys nodded. Whoever wants to take on the teachers to a game of basketball…go ahead and stay dressed…the rest of you can go and shower.

Not only did I not want to play basketball, but I didn’t want to play AND lose against teachers, so I quickly got into the dressing room. Damn! I thought to myself as I was undressing, I won’t get to see a lot of naked bodies showering next to me! It seemed as if every guy wanted to play except me and then I noticed Randy staggering in.

“You’re not going to play basketball, Randy?”

“No man, I never did like the sport. Football is my game.”

“Oh. I just didn’t feel like I’d be any good.”

“Don’t say that Greg, with your build you seem like you’d be good at any sport.”

“Really?”

Wow, Randy was really impressing me here. I slowly got undressed. I was kind of nervous now exposing alsancak escort myself to someone I was liking so much. I was afraid of what my cock would do. He walked past me with his dick and balls bouncing around. Man that guy’s got a package, I thought as I stared at the back of him, noticing his firm ass-tanned as well, I might add.

It was all steamy in the shower when I walked in. Randy was lathered up, and my heart started pounding fast. I turned my back to him so that he wouldn’t see my growing dick.

But I had to grab another look I though. I had to check him out fully naked, fully soaped, fully hot. I turned around and he was just standing there letting the water wash off the soap. I should have turned sooner, but I couldn’t help it. I was just fixed in a trance at what was in front of me. Suddenly I jumped back when I heard

“Hey!!” Randy shouted at me. Startled I turned back around. Randy came up to me and gave me a light punch on the arm. “Are you GAY or something?” Randy screamed.

“Uh…no…uh why?” I was so embarraced at that point I just wanted to curl up in a ball.

“I saw you staring at me. Now in the locker room just now!”

“Uh…Randy…uh. I didn’t…” Randy cut me off…

“Well, I was staring at you too.”

“What?” I shouted in surprise. “Uh. Greg. I don’t know. I’m very confused. I was looking at you and thinking how badly I want you. I I can’t believe my feelings. I always thought I was straight, but sometimes when I see….”

“Shhhh” I told him as he buried his head in my chest.

I didn’t quite know what to do…hear I had a 5’11” hunk resting against my chest with warm water running down both of our smooth naked bodies. Suddenly, I realized I didn’t have to do anything.

“Well…you stare at me too, huh Greg? How dare you!” he said with a grin as he lifted his head and bent grabbed for the soap.

With the bar he started rubbing my chest….working buca escort his way from my neck to my dick. He got his hands all soapy and then rubbed my now-hard cock with his hands. I could feel cum being made in my balls as he gently lathered my pubes. I started to gently nibble on his nipples. With one hand I was squeeziing his tight muscular pecs and with the other I was stroking his dick. He and I both let out a sigh as we were feeling every square inch of each other’s bodies.

“I love your body,” whispered Randy. Your brown hair, your green eyes…your nice dick.” I closed my eyes as he kept stroking my well lubricated soapy dick. He then gently pushed me to the floor. For some reason the warm grimy floor was a turn on for me. With the bar of soap he started rubbing my ass. He took the bar and glided it up and down my crack. “Does that feel good?” I whispered a yes as a turned around on my back with my dick proudly announcing its presence. He soaped up his dick and grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulders. Not ever doing this before, and neither did he I was little worried how his monster cock would fit into my asshole. He slowly but surely got it in there. It hurt so bad at first. I wanted to tell him to stop but as he got inside of me deeper and deeper I wanted the action to continue forever. I started stroking myself really fast as Randy shouted “Stroke the same speed I fuck you.” So when he slowed up I slowed up and when he started pounding me fast, I started stroking my dick fast. I knew I was about to blow…but from his groans I could tell he was ready, too. Just as cum shot across my chest…quickly washing away with the soap and water. He pulled out and came on my scalp. “I want to wash your hair” he said as he ran his fingers though my now-slimy hair.

I couldn’t believe that I could…that Randy would…that we would…that..well…that this was happening basically. We just sat there for a while…in the shower. Randy turned the temp down a bit….so the cool water could cool us off a bit. We could hear the rest of the guys starting to enter the locker room so we stood up and he went over to his shower head…and just smiled at each other as Kyle walked in.

“God! You two are STILL here showering? The game lasted an hour!”

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This is the seventh chapter (of eight) in the fourth and final book of the Charlie and Mindy tetralogy. The books detail a story of forbidden love between a brother and a sister.

You can read this book on its own, but it refers to events that took place in Books 1, 2, and 3. If you want a better understanding of what is going on, read Book 1, Book 2, and Book 3 before reading this book.

I value your comments and your feedback, and I will respond to non-anonymous comments–usually within a week.

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To say that that the revelation in Mom’s diary that Mom’s brother was my father took me by surprise would be like saying that molten lava is warm. I read, reread, and re-reread—again and yet again—the paragraph that Mindy had shown me. The shock that those words brought was beyond anything I had ever experienced—or have experienced since.

I sat in stunned silence, and, once again, as had happened a little over two months earlier in the dean’s office, my head spun and I felt completely detached from the world.

How long I sat in that state on the floor of the master bedroom of the house we’d inherited, I can’t say. But it couldn’t have been very long, because Mindy embraced me and kissed me—bringing me back from wherever I’d been.

Sensing that I’d come back to her, at least partially, she looked up at me through her still-flowing tears and whispered, “Are you okay, Charlie?”

As she asked, she caressed my cheek. Through my daze, I sensed plainly that, in her need to help me with my distress, she’d nearly forgotten her own.

I returned her embrace and held my lover, my little sister, close. She had turned so that she could hold me, and she had put her arm around me. Her closeness, her touch, her love had restored me to myself. I didn’t know until she told me, later, how much my own presence, my own touch, my own love had helped to restore her to herself, too.

I found that it had been a while since I’d breathed. I exhaled, inhaled deeply. “Yes,” I said. “I’m all right—or at least I will be soon. I would never have suspected—not in a million years—that our father was Mom’s brother. I didn’t even know she had a brother!”

My little sister held me tightly. And quietly she said, “I didn’t know that, either. Mom never talked about our father, or about her family.” After a moment, she looked up at me and reached up to kiss me again.

When she’d finished, I spoke again. “But you don’t need to cry because of me, Mindy. This doesn’t change anything about either of us. You couldn’t have known what’s in this diary, and there’s nothing for you to be sorry about.”

Still crying, still looking up at me, she shook her head. And she said, “I am sorry we didn’t find this out together. We should have. I should have waited. I needed you here, beside me, when I read this. But that’s not why I’m crying. I’m crying for Mom, and what she went through. I think I know, now, why she never talked about her family.”

She sniffled again.

“There’s more. There’s a lot more here. I’ve been poking around in Mom’s diary for an hour or so. Mom’s mother died shortly after I was born, and she’d meant what she said.”

She paused and took a deep breath. Then she went on.

“She never saw or talked to Mom or Mom’s brother David again. She didn’t even see or talk to Mom when David died in Vietnam.” She paused for a moment to let me absorb the import of what she’d just said.

And then she went on. “And you were right—David was my father, too. Mom was—well—like me with you. Or like Steph with Buck, except that she wasn’t David’s twin. Mom was very much in love with David. And from what she wrote in her diary, I think he was very much in love with her.”

Slowly, looking all the while at my little sister, my beloved, I digested all of the information she had just delivered.

After a few moments, I looked into her eyes. “If he was like me,” I said quietly, thinking of the way Mom had once told me how much I was like my father, “he was very much in love with her. Because I’m very much in love with you.”

She smiled at me. “I know,” she said simply. “And I’m even more in love with you.” And in spite of the sadness that still gripped her on Mom’s account, it was a 150-watt smile.

“Big Brother and Little Sister,” she whispered.

“Best friends and lovers,” I whispered back, a little louder.

“Now and always,” we said together—almost in a normal tone of voice. I was smiling back at her now.

“I love you so much,” she said.

“I love you even more,” I replied.

She looked at me. Her deep blue eyes held a familiar glint. So I kissed her. It began as a closed-mouth kiss. But neither of us thought that did the job that needed to be done—so we soon transformed it into something more urgent. My tongue entered her mouth to tussle with hers—which chased the intruder back into my mouth for a scuffle there. izmir escort We played the back-and-forth game for a while.

She’d unfolded her legs and extended them while she was comforting me, so my arm now supported much of the weight of her upper body—which leaned across me as I sat on the floor. But my other arm was free, and that hand wandered over her body, touching here, stroking there, feeling elsewhere. She moaned into my mouth, and I moaned back into hers.

When we broke for air, she looked up at me with her naughty, impish smile. She wriggled against my growing boner. “What,” she asked, “do I feel poking me in the side?”

“I think,” I said as I brought my right hand to the uppermost button of her shirt and began to unfasten it, “that you’re going to find out pretty quickly. And I think it’s going to poke you somewhere else.”

She looked down to where I had finished undoing her top button. She watched as I moved my hand on downward to undo the second. And, looking back up at me, she smiled approvingly and said, “Oh, I hope so. I sure do hope so.” And she reached up for another kiss.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Forty-five minutes later, when we’d finished what those kisses had started and then lain naked in each other’s arms for a while, we got back out of the bed and put our clothes back on. We spent most of that evening—all but the time it took us to go to a fast food place and get some supper—examining Mom’s diary. In that single evening, we could do little more than scratch the surface. As Mindy had said, there was a lot there. Mom had recorded in those books most of the details of her adult life. The diary ended only at the point when she and Dad had left for South America. (And we found several sheets of notes about that trip when we later opened her suitcase.)

This isn’t the place to dig into Mom’s diary or her life, because neither is part of the story of the love my little sister and I share. So, for now, I’d like to leave it at the things I’ve already reported that Mindy said. The diary bears out everything Mindy had told me.

But I should record one more thing here. We learned that evening that Dad had known about Mom’s history with her brother, as well as about her children’s origins—Mindy’s origin, and mine, that is. And he had known those things before he married her. Mindy and I owe him an eternal debt, and I acknowledge it here: Never, by word or deed, had he given us any indication that he thought of us as anything other than his own beloved children.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

We went to bed at about 10:30 that evening. We had made love only a few hours earlier, and we didn’t feel the need at bedtime. Nevertheless, we did feel the need to lie together, naked, in our bed, snuggling in each other’s arms, for a while.

We’d been lying there quietly, each of us simply enjoying the touch of the other’s body, when Mindy spoke. Softly, she said, “It explains so much. Do you remember? When she found out about us she said that people don’t get to choose who they love? …or how? …or how much?”

“Yes, I remember,” I replied. “And when I thanked her for trying to understand about us, she told me that she thought she did understand.”

“She probably understood about us better than we do,” Mindy said, almost in awe.

“But the thing that makes me happiest,” I said, “is that she was determined not to repeat her own mother’s mistake. We caused Mom so much pain, and she found her way through it to forgive us.”

“She said it was the ultimate test of love,” Mindy said, “and she passed that test in spite of her own mother’s example. She loved us, and she refused to turn her back on us. She was a remarkable woman.”

We lay there a while, holding each other, relaxing in each other’s arms. I felt Mindy beginning to slip off to sleep, and, before she could leave me for the night, I whispered to her, “You’re a remarkable woman, too, Mindy. You’re my remarkable woman.”

From somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness, Mindy moaned a delicate little sigh. She squeezed me, just perceptibly, and I knew that in that simple sigh, accompanied by that little squeeze, she had thanked me for the compliment, affirmed that she is mine, and told me what a remarkable man she thought I am.

And then she was asleep. I don’t think she got quite as far as telling me that I’m her man.

But I already knew that.

I lay there, in the darkness, enjoying once again the feel of her soft warm body against me and the scents that rose from her. Our hearts’ rhythms joined with the rhythms of our breathing in the symphony that lovers know so well. Under their hypnotic effect, I was soon asleep myself.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

We spent the next ten days or so doing little. Mostly, we loved and lounged. Generally speaking, we’d sleep until eight or nine, when one of our bladders insisted that its owner awake to empty it. The victim would snuggle the other one alsancak escort awake, and then we’d each head for a bathroom. Having taken care of that, we’d both head back for the bed. If I wasn’t hard again by the time I got there, Mindy would soon remedy that situation. Then we’d enjoy what passed, in the heat of our impetuous youthful desire, as slow love-making.

When our parts had finished exercising our wholes, we’d snuggle some more. We would lie there in bed, with the covers over us. Always, I’d lie on my back, and she’d lie on her side—as I’ve described many times before—with her soft, warm, little body naked against my own naked body. Generally, our hands moved to touch and stroke the other gently. Sometimes we’d talk, sometimes not. Always, I felt her love during those times of quiet touching; and she behaved as though she felt mine.

I found those times of easy sharing, when our bodies’ needs for each other were satisfied for the moment, as rewarding in their own way as our making love had been moments earlier. I was learning what she already seemed to know—that Doing It is just one way of sharing our loves and our bodies, and that other ways, though less obvious and less demanding, are every bit as important.

Eventually, hunger would force us out of bed. Usually, we showered (together, of course) before going downstairs, fully clothed, and getting something to eat. But, on several occasions, we simply went downstairs naked. Those breakfasts were almost as interesting as the showers that followed them—especially before we realized that the spatters from frying bacon have implications for naked skin—implications we hadn’t anticipated.

As we ate, we generally talked about what we were going to do that day. It was a leisurely break in our lives, and, most days, we just hung out—reading and watching nonsense on TV. We spent a fair amount of time digging into Mom’s diary during that period, but, as I’ve already said, I’m not going to go any further into what we found—at least, not here. We also spent the better part of one afternoon in Quent’s office signing the documents he’d mentioned on our earlier visit.

We spent a couple of days canvassing outdoor stores, both in Fort Collins and in Denver, to get equipment that Mindy would need for her MOLS course later that summer. She could have used some of the stuff I’d acquired, but we thought that we’d get similar items for her so that we wouldn’t have to do it later when we traveled in the backcountry together. And we thought we’d delay getting her some of the more expensive items until she’d finished her course and had better ideas about what she needed and what she wanted—and what the difference is.

She could barely contain herself those two days, as the reality of her upcoming trip came home to her. Again and again, she bubbled over and squeezed me or kissed me in her excitement. Her enthusiasm was contagious, and I found myself bubbling over, too.

Mindy’s period arrived, right on time, on June 1. We both breathed our usual sighs of relief.

As May faded into June, we found that we missed the twins even more than we had expected. Being with them, we agreed was the thing we now thought most important—after being with each other. So, on Wednesday of that week, I called one of the property management companies that Quent had listed.

On Thursday, they sent someone out to look things over. Mindy and I went over the property with him, figured out what needed to be done, and came to an agreement. We provided him with keys to the house, and we set that coming Sunday as the day we were going to leave. We didn’t know when we might be back, and we made arrangements to give the company notice whenever we did decide to return—so they wouldn’t try to have us arrested as trespassers if they happened to find us in the house.

We arranged with the Post Office to have all the mail to that house forwarded to the address we shared with Buck and Steph; we’d had enough of having mail turn up in different places.

We also talked about what to do with Dad’s car. After some discussion, we decided that it wouldn’t hurt to have two cars at school. There were, after all, four of us to take into consideration, and one car for four people seemed to us a little light. Buck and Steph had always acted as though everything of theirs was ours, and we saw no reason at all why we shouldn’t act as though our possessions were theirs, too. The only catch was that we couldn’t let them know how much we now possessed. We didn’t want to offend their pride, and that significant catch was one we had yet to find a way around.

We decided that we’d bring the car back to school. We thought about each driving a car, but Mindy didn’t like to drive—especially that far. And we really enjoyed being together, in the same car, when we were on the road.

Finally, we decided that I should fly back to Colorado while she was off in the backcountry. buca escort Then I would drive Dad’s car back to school. That way, I’d have something to occupy at least part of my time while Mindy was gone. And it saved her a drive she wouldn’t have enjoyed.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

We got an earlier start—about eight that Sunday morning—than the previous time we’d left Fort Collins, (Although, I should carefully note, we didn’t skip our morning workouts—the one in the bed and the one in the shower. There were some compromises we wouldn’t make.) And we made a point of traveling quickly this time, so it was a little before suppertime when we reached the house we shared with our friends. The sun was still two or three hours above the horizon, almost as if it knew that this was a happy homecoming, unlike the last time we’d come back to school.

Steph and Buck saw us pull up at the curb, and they were waiting for us at the door. Once again, Steph greeted me, and Buck greeted Mindy, with open arms. Once again, I held Steph’s profoundly female body pressed up against mine, and Mindy pressed herself against Buck, as each pair of us kissed how-nice-to-see-you-again. Once again, Steph ground herself against the growing bulge in my Levis as I kissed her; I ground back. When our mouths separated, she grinned naughtily up at me, still grinding—and I presumed that Mindy and Buck were treating each other to something similar.

As I held her in my arms there in the foyer, I looked into her eyes and I smiled back at her. “It’s good to be home,” I said.

Still smiling up at me, Steph said, “We’re glad you’re home. And we’re even happier that you’ve started to think of this as home,” as we parted from each other.

We’d spoken loudly enough that Buck and Mindy had heard us. Mindy said, ” I hadn’t thought about that. It really does feel like we’ve come home.”

Buck gave her another squeeze and a quick kiss before he released her. Then he shook my hand. “We’re glad to see you both. Welcome home!” he said.

Steph hadn’t gotten a good start on supper, yet, so we took them to Arlene’s. (Arlene’s food wasn’t all that bad—provided you steered clear of the greasy home-fries.)

Over supper, they filled us in on what had been going on in their lives since we’d left. That hadn’t been much, aside, maybe, from the fact that their grades had been a shade better than ever before this semester. When they finished bringing us up to the present, we reciprocated. But there were a lot of other ears in the restaurant, so we saved the part about Mom and her brother until we were back home. That was something we didn’t want to broadcast.

Once back home, we got out a couple of bottles of wine—the usual white for the women and red for the men—and went to work on them in the twins’ living room. While we drank, we talked.

We told them about Mom’s diary, and the important things we’d learned from it. We told them that Dad had known everything before he died—some of it even before he’d married Mom. And we could tell them that he had accepted, not only our own pairing, but also our mother’s history and ours.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

It wasn’t late when we went upstairs to go to bed that evening—around half-past ten. We’d gotten up early in order to hit the road, and we were fairly tired from the trip itself.

We weren’t too tired for each other, though. In fact, as soon as we’d entered the bedroom together and I’d turned the light on, Mindy turned, stopped me in my tracks, and flowed into my arms. She reached up and around my neck as she stood on tiptoe against me—reaching for a kiss.

I held her little body close, and as our tongues played with each other, I savored the feel of her little boobs. She wiggled against me, and the bulge in my Levis grew again and pressed against her.

As our kiss extended, I brought my hands to her ass, where they cupped and squeezed. She moaned into my mouth. Releasing the firm rounded flesh, I stroked her little body up from her waist to her arms and then back down to her hips. She moaned again. Her arms remained about my neck—and she held me close against herself.

I reached down to her hips and pulled her against me, driving my stiffening cock to press against her through our clothes. She wiggled against me, and our tongues continued to play hide-and-seek.

At length, she broke our kiss and, although her arms remained around my neck, she loosened her grip enough that we could part our heads and look at each other without going cross-eyed. Her love burned in her deep blue eyes, and she whispered, “I’ve got the best man in the world, and now I’m going to screw him goofy.”

“You can try,” I said. I continued to stroke my little sister’s lovely little body, and I smiled at her. She smiled back and continued to look into my eyes. I placed my hands to either side of her little waist, and gently pushed her away, not much, but just enough that I could now reach between our bodies to cup her tits through her shirt. Her smile deepened as I kneaded those lovely mounds of firm flesh. Another, longer, moan escaped from her lips as she closed her eyes. And I watched, spellbound, as the sensations that my hands gave her swallowed up that smile.

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My buddy Joe and I had just gotten back to his house after a friend’s keg party to celebrate our high school graduation. We were 18 years old, free to do what we want, and we partied hard all night, stumbling back to Joe’s house drunk off our asses. We went down to his basement where he has his room, far away from his parent’s room upstairs. Joe put the tv on and we sat around trying to sober up. I don’t know about him but I was so fucking horny after spending half the night around the biggest cock teasing girls from our grade. Actually, I would have fucked one of them at the party if she hadn’t passed out drunk as I was fishing my hard cock out of my pants. That bitch left me with a rock hard cock and aching balls that I had envisioned unloading all over her big tits. I had hoped to go get myself off after that scene, but the bathroom was full and it never happened.

So here we were at Joe’s, drunk and horny, not ready to call it a night just yet. Joe suggested we toss in a porn flick, to which I gladly obliged. We started watching together and I could feel my dick growing down my leg as the scene on the screen got hotter. I don’t know what made me look over at Joe but I glanced in his direction and noticed a bulge in his jeans as well, and his fingers beginning to linger in his crotch area, hoping to start rubbing himself. I was shocked to find myself curious to see my friend’s penis, and even more izmir escort shocked to feel my own penis getting even more painfully erect at the thought. I HAD to stroke my cock and I told Joe I needed to hit the bathroom and I would be right back.

When I got into the john, I quickly unzipped my pants and freed my huge hardon, and I wrapped my fingers around the thick shaft. As I started to get into a rhythm rubbing my cock, Joe banged on the door yelling how he needed to piss also. Fuck! All I wanted to do all night was shoot my load! I told him to hang on, and I forced my hard cock back into my constricting pants. I flushed the toilet and opened the door, Joe pushing right by me and unzipping his own pants by the toilet. He showed no concern for the fact that I was still in there with him, and he just kept on pissing. As I made my way out, I caught sight of his cock in the mirror, and my eyes widened in my head. Even in its semi soft state as he urinated, Joe’s dick dangled halfway to his knees. My shaft instantly tented my pants in the crotch area and I remained still as I watched him finish. As the last drops shook from his hanging cock, he peered up into the mirror in front of him and saw my reflection staring back. To my surprise, he shot me a quick sly grin, and as he drops of piss subsided, Joe turned to face me, his dick still hanging out of his pants.

I stared at alsancak escort it as my hand automatically went to free my own cock and start rubbing myself. I don’t know if it was because of the alcohol, or just sheer horniness, but I dropped to my knees on that bathroom floor and leaned forward until my buddy’s dick was right in my face. For a moment I just knelt there while this massive piece of meat lingered in my face, I could breathe in the hotness and scent of his prick which was now drooling precum. I couldn’t believe this was happening, and as Joe whispered for me to “do it,” I left any remnance of inhibition behind and I wrapped my lips around his head. My first thought was how warm it was, as I felt the heat pulsating out of it. He shifted forward as if to fuck my mouth, and several more inches of man meat slid deeper into my throat, forcing me to gag a bit, but I kept at it.

Joe let out several moans as he started to buck his cock in and out of my mouth as my tongue bathed his thick tool with my saliva. As I did this, I let my fingers massage and squeeze his hanging balls, full of their hot cum. I slid my tongue down his entire shaft, which had now hardened to its full nine inches, and I slipped one of his oversized nuts into my mouth and sucked it gently while my hand continued to pump him.

In the meantime Joe had sat on the toilet seat for better support buca escort and his hands kept my face buried in his crotch with me mauling his monstrous proportions of cock meat with my mouth and tongue. My own cock was a steel pipe by now, and the precum was leaking out of me onto the floor. I could smell our hot sex and that made me even hotter for Joe’s snake. I worked him faster with my hand as my tongue licked the underside of his shaft, and the combination brought Joe to the brink of orgasm. He took over jerking his cock with his own hand and I kept my mouth wide open as his pumps got quick and hard. He gave it two or three more pumps and then I felt his cock stiffen, the anticipation of feeling my first ever load of man cum was maddening! Before I knew it, his giant cock exploded into my face, some of his hot white cum landed in my mouth and some splattered onto my cheeks and eyes, but I didn’t care as squirt after squirt kept erupting from his dick. I wrapped my tongue around his shaft as he nutted into my mouth with the last few spurts of his milky cum. I swallowed whatever I could of it, scooping some of the globs off my cheeks and sucking it down. As Joe’s cock started to deflate, I surprised him by deepthroating his big fuck tool, slurping up the last drops off cum from his cock.

We looked into each others eyes, amazed at the scene that just went down. And as I rose up from my knees, my cock hung at eye level to a fatigued Joe. He took my shaft into his hand, and told me it’s my turn, and let’s move this show into his bedroom. He got up and led the way, never letting go of my hard cock, leading us into his room, where the fun would continue in the cumming chapter?

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Hippie Hollow is the only legal clothing-optional public park in Texas. It’s a narrow strip of land on the north shore of Lake Travis, 12 miles west of Austin in the Texas Hill Country. It has attracted naked swimmers and sunbathers since at least the 1950s and probably far longer. Most of the area is a steep hillside which drops abruptly to the rocky shoreline. The rugged tree-covered terrain makes the park seem much larger than its actual size.

I paid the entrance fee and drove to the east end of the parking lot, far away from the attendant’s booth. I removed my shorts and tank top and strapped on the army surplus web belt supporting my canteen and the pouches holding my car keys and supplies. After tightening the laces on my hiking boots, I started down the trail, passing the sign which read, “NOTICE! Nude swimming or sunbathing may be occurring beyond this point. Consult attendant for details of statutes regarding nudity.”

Hippie Hollow has two main trails. The low trail runs along the shoreline, where the nudists go to swim and sunbathe.

The high trail skims the ridge, terminating at the chain link fence which separates the park from private land. It’s less-traveled and a lot more rugged than the low trail. In some places, it’s hardly a recognizable trail and more like an animal path, branching off in multiple directions. It’s where the men go to cruise.

This time, I took the high trail. I’d had a rough week with long hours that had stretched into Saturday and I was horny as hell.

It was still early and the big grove of cedar trees where men usually gathered was empty. I stayed there for a few minutes, but nobody showed up, so I followed an almost-invisible trail winding upward through the rocky terrain. It ran into a better-defined trail near the crest of the hill.

The trees there were stunted, hardly more than shrubs. Cars roared past on Comanche Trail, 30 feet above me. This is where the really desperate men came. They were usually married guys getting away from their wives for a couple of hours. They didn’t think of themselves as gay or bi, but as straight guys who liked hot man-on-man sex.

If I didn’t find someone here, I’d take the easy trail all the way down through the dense woods to Queen’s Point.

It was the middle of summer in Central Texas and the temperature was close to 90 degrees. It was cooler down by the water, but the lake breeze didn’t reach this high. I was sweaty after five minutes of walking along the rugged trail.

The trail jogged around a tall rocky outcrop. I turned the corner and saw the man.

He was big—taller and heavier than my 6’2″ and 180 pounds—with weatherbeaten features, deeply tanned face and arms, and the muscles that come from hard physical work—and naked, except for a cowboy hat and boots. He was slowly stroking his stiff cock. My tool is pretty big, but his rod was a LOT longer and thicker than mine, with a broad flaring head.

I smiled at him. My eyes were blue and my short sun-bleached brown hair looked almost blond. I jogged every day so my body was lean and athletic. My cock was already half-hard. It stiffened as he looked me over, lingering on my crotch. He looked warily up and down the rough trail and then smiled back.

My boots crunched on the gravel as I moved closer to him. “Cowboy” watched me silently. When I got within reach, he grabbed my stiff dick and pulled me closer. For a second, I thought he was going to kiss me—a few of the “straight” guys will kiss other men—but then he growled, “Suck my cock.” He put izmir escort his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees.

I stared at the oversized pole rising from his forest of sweaty black pubic hair. Its plow-shaped head gleamed with the precum leaking from its tip.

I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft, took his broad cock-head in my mouth, and swirled my tongue over its tightly-stretched skin, licking up the precum leaking from its tip.

Cowboy moaned and rolled his hips as I bobbed over his stiff pole and kneaded his hairy balls. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Suck it.”

“You’ve got a great cock,” I said. “I love sucking it.” I stretched my mouth over Cowboy’s massive member, then clamped my lips around its crown and lashed my tongue over its head.

“Oh yeah!” Cowboy gasped. “That’s right.” He gripped the back of my head, preparing to fuck my face.

“No!” I pushed his hands away. “Just relax. I’m gonna give you the best blowjob of your life.”

“It’s not hard to be better than my wife,” he answered. “Go for it.”

“Does she do this?” I licked and kissed his hairy balls. They tasted like hot sweaty man. I took one of his hot nuts into my mouth and sucked on it hard while stroking it with my tongue.

“Oh Jesus no.” He squeezed my shoulders and then ran his fingers through my short hair. “Nothing like you’re doing.”

“I’m just getting started.” I sucked and licked his other ball and then took both in my mouth at once. It was a stretch. I could barely move my tongue, but I managed to lick his hot salty nuts while reaching behind his balls to tickle his taint and tease his crack.

“Fuck! That’s good!” Cowboy moaned. “Better’n any woman.”

I let go of Cowboy’s balls and ran my tongue up his stiff shaft. “I’ll bet she doesn’t do this, either.” I took Cowboy’s rod deep into my mouth, all the way to the gag point. I pulled back slightly, then pressed forward again, taking a little more of his mammoth tool.

My cock was rock hard and my heart was pounding. I went on, taking a bit more each time, until Cowboy’s giant pole was all the way down my throat and my lips were clamped around its base.

“Jesus fuck!” Cowboy gasped. His swollen pole stretched my mouth and filled my throat. I couldn’t really breathe, but I didn’t need air. Not right away. I held out as long as I could, then pulled my head back until I could draw air through my nostrils. I took a few breaths and then swallowed his monster dick again.

I held Cowboy’s thick cock deep in my throat until I ran out of air, then drew back, letting his big pole slip out of my mouth. “You like that?”

“Yeah,” he answered. “I’ve never even had a whore who could take my whole cock.” He gripped the sides of my head, holding it immobile. “Now, I’m gonna fuck your face.”

Cowboy pressed his cock-head between my closed lips. He surprised me by starting off slowly, pushing his big rod in almost to my gag point and then pulling back until I was barely kissing his tip.

I closed my eyes to concentrate on the feel and taste of the giant cock stretching my mouth as it slid steadily in and out, gaining speed.

He got rough quickly. I stroked my stiff pole and squeezed my nuts while Cowboy fucked my face, occasionally pausing to push his massive rod deep into my throat.

The tension in my balls was building rapidly when he pulled away. “Now, I’m gonna fuck your ass.”

“All right.” I unfastened the web belt holding my canteen and supply pouches and let it fall to the alsancak escort ground, then stood up and gripped his stiff pole. “You ever fuck a woman’s butt?”

“A few Mexican whores.” He grabbed my dick and jerked it roughly. “But their assholes weren’t as tight as a man’s.”

“Did you fuck men?” I kneaded his balls while I stroked his cock. “Down in Mexico?”

“Hell yeah! And here, too.” He laughed. “I ain’t prejudiced. Not about pussy. Or ass.”

“They ever do this?” I grabbed Cowboy’s hips, turned him around, and bent him over.

“I don’t get fucked,” he growled.

“Don’t worry.” I sank to my knees and pulled his butt cheeks open. “You’re gonna like this.” I licked up and down Cowboy’s crack, savoring his mysterious male musk.

“Jesus!” Cowboy moaned and squirmed as I pressed my flat tongue against his asshole and wiggled it back and forth. “That’s so fucking good!” He arched his back as I tongue-lashed his asshole, alternating between licking up and down and side-to-side.

I curled my tongue into a point and pressed its tip into the center of Cowboy’s little puckered hole, teasing it open.

Cowboy moaned, bucked, and pulled his butt cheeks wide, opening his asshole and letting me push my tongue in deeper. “Oh fuck yeah! Eat my fucking ass!”

I reached between Cowboy’s legs and stroked his stiff cock while tongue-fucking his butt. “Oh God!” he gasped. “I’m so fucking close . . .”

I pulled my tongue out of Cowboy’s asshole, let go of his throbbing pole, and kissed his butt cheeks. “Not so fast. I’ve got something else for you. Something big and hard.” I stood up and pressed my cock-head into his anus.

“No!” He tried to jerk away, but I gripped his hips, holding him firmly in place. “I told you. I don’t get fucked.”

“You sure liked me eating your ass.” I pushed in a little, stretching his tight anal ring. My spit and the precum leaking from my tip provided a little lubrication. “You’ll like this, too.”

“Mexican whores have eaten my ass as good as—” He screamed as my cock-head opened him wider. “Jesus! That hurts!”

I held still. Without lubricant, I couldn’t go in much deeper without hurting my dick anyway. “You know you want it.” I pulled my cock-head out of his anal ring and nestled my stiff shaft between his butt cheeks.

“No . . .” he moaned as I reached around his body and gripped his immense hard-on. “Don’t . . .” He rolled his hips while I jacked his cock and humped his butt crack.

“You want it,” I repeated. “My big hard cock. Up your tight little asshole.”

“Uh . . .”

I let him go, bent over, and opened one of the pouches on my web belt. “You can fuck me . . .” I waved my ass seductively. “Or I can make you come like you’ve never come before.” I took the lube out of the pouch, but stayed bent over. “What’ll it be?”

Gravel crunched as he took a step toward me. Then, he stopped. I straightened up and then turned around to face him. “Okay,” he said. “Just . . .” He bit the rest of the sentence off, then turned around and bent over, bracing himself with his hands on his knees and thrusting his muscular buttocks back toward me. “Just do it.”

Wow! I hadn’t expected that to work. You never know about “straight” men. I lubricated my index finger and slid it up Cowboy’s ass.

“Jesus!” he gasped.

“Did that hurt?” My finger was all the way up his virgin-tight asshole.

“Kinda!” He hesitated and then added, “I almost came . . .”

“Men are built to be fucked.” I pulled buca escort my finger out of his butt and then pushed it back in.

“Oh man . . .” Cowboy moaned and rocked his hips in time with my sliding finger as I worked it in and out of his butthole, twisting my wrist to distribute the lubricant evenly. “I never thought . . .”

“It gets better.” I pulled my finger out, added more lube, and pushed it back in.

“Jesus!” Cowboy groaned. His cock jerked as I fingered his ass roughly, first with one finger, then two crossed fingers, occasionally pulling them out to add more lube. “That’s so good . . .”

“Ready for my cock?” I pulled my fingers out of his butt, lubricated my rod, positioned its head in the center of his sexy puckered hole, and pushed forward.

“Yeah,” Cowboy said. “Fuck my ass.” He stroked his stiff dick and rolled his hips as I eased forward, stretching his tight asshole.

“Man! You’ve got a tight—” My cock-head suddenly slipped through Cowboy’s anal ring and I drove home, bouncing my balls against his butt cheeks. “Damn!” I drew back and then pushed in again. “Fuckin’ tight asshole.” I fucked Cowboy slowly, pulling almost out and slipping back into his depths.

“Fuck me.” Cowboy swung his hips in time with my thrusts. “It feels so good.”

I looked down at my cock sliding in and out of Cowboy’s ass. “Good for me, too.” I pulled out completely and then drove my cock-head back through Cowboy’s tight anal ring. “Fucking your sexy asshole.” I stabbed Cowboy’s ass a few more times, then settled down and fucked him steadily, slapping my pelvis against his butt cheeks.

“Do it hard!” Cowboy gasped. “I’m ready for a good rough ride.”

“All right.” I gripped his hips to hold him in place and hammered his ass, pulling almost out and then slamming home, hard enough to shake his body.

“Yeah!” he gasped, rocking his butt back to meet my driving rod. “Fuck me hard!”

The cum was boiling in my nuts as I rammed Cowboy’s hot tight asshole. “You ready for a hard hot load?”

“Shoot it!” Cowboy cried. “Shoot your big gun up my ass!”

“Oh God!” I groaned. “I’m coming.” I hammered Cowboy’s butt, shooting another thick pulse of cum with each rough thrust.

“Man!” I stopped with my still-stiff dick buried deep in Cowboy’s asshole. “That was good.”

“It was great,” Cowboy said. “Your big hard cock, pounding my ass. Shooting all that hot cum inside me. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

“Told you it’d be good.” I reached around his body and gripped his stiff pole. “Now, I’m gonna get you off.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna come.” My cock slipped out of his ass as he pulled away. He picked up the lube and moved behind me. “But not from a hand job.”

“Fuck me now.” I braced myself as he lubricated his stiff dick. “Rough.”

My cock jerked as his massive tool invaded my ass. “Yeah!” I gasped. “Like that!” He hammered my butthole, coming after a few strokes.

“Wow,” I whispered. “That was so great.”

“Yeah.” Cowboy pulled away and I turned to face him. “The best ever.” His cock had softened, but it was still long and thick, gleaming with lube and precum. “Like you promised.”

He grabbed me and kissed me—hard and dirty.

“Straight” guys are full of surprises . . .

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Copyright © 2020 by Ken James

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, organizations, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales, organizations, or events is entirely coincidental.

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Thanks to Wayde, my greatest fan, best friend, and husband, for all his love, enthusiasm, and support.

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