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Every Christmas dinner with my family was the same. My part of the family would head over to our cousins around the corner from our house. Our other cousins, who lived in the states, along with my Grandparents would meet us their. We would all sit down for a fancy, although not very filling meal. Then, us “kids” would be shipped of to watch TV or a movie.

For years, since I had been 13, I had always lusted after my cousin. Her name was Rachelle and was two years younger then I was. When I used to baby-sit for my cousins, I would sneak up to her room and poke around. Sometimes, I would read through her dairies looking for any interesting information from her life. It was an obsession.

This Christmas, Rachelle had just turned 18 and was still as stunning as ever. At 5’8 with blond hair down just past her shoulders, along with small, but very firm breasts and a great figure, not to mention a perfect round ass, she turned heads whenever she went. Rachelle had always dressed on the verge of being slutty. She had a knack for walking the thin line between dressing very well and dressing like a slut. Tonight, for Christmas dinner, she was wearing a skirt that went just passed her knees, but sat very low on her hips and a tank top that displayed her pierced belly and a fair amount of cleavage. Her hair sat, like always, loose on her shoulders.

As we ate our meal, I could not help but stare at my cousin. She was amazing. I kept taking the quick glances that one takes when they want to look at something, but don’t want anybody to notice. After the meal, and some short conversation, us “kids” (although we were not really kids, the youngest being 13 and the oldest, me, being 20) were sent downstairs to watch a movie.

The TV room was set-up with the TV in the corner and three couches in a semi-circle around it. I sat down on the couch farthest from the TV and, to my delight; Rachelle sat down right beside me. The movie was started and we all settled down for a long 2 hours. Almost halfway through the movie, Rachelle leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Josh, the computer in my room is fucked up, could you see if you could fix it? It will be more fun then watching this movie!”

“Sure”, I replied. Anything was better then watching the movie. Plus, I got to go into Rachelle’s room.

We arrived in her room and Rachelle shut the door. I turned on the computer and started to search for the problem. After a while, I tuned to her and said, “There’s no problem with your computer.” She was sprawled on her bed.

“Josh, I know that! I just wanted you up here so I could ask you a question without being heard downstairs.”

“Well”, I replied, “What might that question be?”

“I think you realized for the last little while, mainly starting when I was 14, that I was dressing, lets say, less then fully clothed.”

Laughing, I said, “Yes, I have noticed, you have been good at walking that thin line.”

“I know. And I was thinking: I’m really sick of walking that that line. I wanted to make a decision on which way to go. It was either start dressing really conservative or really dress like a slut. I decided to go with the slut. I have a good body and I want to show it off.”

“Really,” I replied “And you need my help, why?” I could not believe that I was hearing my cousin talking to me about this. I was in heaven!

“I know that you’ve been looking at me for the last while, actually, for the last 6 or 7 years. I figured you could help me dress like what you think is a slut. I mean, I don’t want to be really bad. I want my daddy to still allow me to wear the stuff, but I really want to turn heads.”

“I guess I can help” I managed to get out. “Let’s start with the nothing on at all and work up from there.”

“OK” she replied. Slowly, she wiggled out of her skirt leaving just her black panties covered her pussy. Then, she reached up and took of her tank top. Just her black bra and panties now covered her body. It was amazing, her body was perfect. There was not a thing wrong with it. “There, now what should I do” she said, snapping me out of my trance.

“Well, Rachelle” I said, “By nothing, I meant nothing, so you will need to take of the bra and panties.”

“Oh” she giggled, “Whoops” She took off her bra first. Her breasts slipped out in sat on her chest. Her nipples were already hard. They were exactly like I had imagined them. Finally, she squirmed out of her panties. Her pussy looked incredibly tight, although there was quite a bit of hair covering it up.

“Well” I said, “The first thing that needs to go is that hair covering your pussy. You have no hair anywhere else, except for you head, why leave some down there?”

“I guess your right” she replied. She seemed very nervous. “Could you go get my razor from the bathroom across the hall? Its in the drawer to the right of the sink.”

“Sure” I said, getting up. I left for the bathroom and opened up the drawer. There was the razor. I picked it up, along with shaving cream, and went back into Rachelle’s room. I still could not believe that I was seeing my cousin naked after avrupa yakası escort all these years.

“Here” I said, handing her the razor and the cream. “Enjoy.” She put some cream on the top of her pussy, and slowly spread it around. When she felt ready, she started to shave. Slowly at first, but when she noticed that it did not hurt, but actually felt good, she started to enjoy it. She finished and stood up.

“There” she said, spinning around, “Does it look good?”

“Rachelle” I replied, “It looks amazing. I never thought you could look better, but you just passed that mark.”

“Thanks Josh, I really appreciate all the help you giving me. It makes me feel so good.”

“My pleasure” I replied. “OK, lets start with what you wear for most of the week.”

“Well” she said, “I still go the Private School down the street, so I guess what I would wear for most of the week would be my uniform. Plus, I like making other girls wet, so lets start with that!”

“OK” I replied. “Why don’t you get dressed for school, like you normally do.”

“Sounds good” Rachelle said. She went over to her dresser and pulled out some underwear and a cheap bra. I made a mental note: that would have to change. Next, she pulled on her kilt, it when down to just above her knees. To finish it off, she put on her white shirt. It was a little loose and seemed to cover up her breasts and body. She buttoned up the shirt and said, “There, all done! How does it look?”

“Rachelle, you look amazing in anything, and the schoolgirl outfit makes you look great. However, there are a couple things that need to change. How old is your sister again?”

“She’s three years younger then me, so she’s 15. Why?”

“Well, do you think you could go grab her school uniform? I assume she goes to the same school you do?”

“Yeah, she does,” replied Rachelle, “I’ll be right back.” She slipped out of the room and I looked around, realizing how lucky I was. She returned to her room with the kilt and top.

“Could you put it on?” I asked. “I know it might be a bit small, but that’s what I’m looking for.”

“I guess so” Rachelle replied. She took of her skirt and started putting on the new one. It was small, but would still fit. She struggled a bit, but managed to get it on. It went about 2 inches below the bottom of her ass. Perfect. Next came the top. It too was very tight, but showed off the curves of her breasts.

“Looking better already,” I said. “Just a couple more things.”

“OK, what else do you want me to do?” replied Rachelle. I could think of a lot of things, but I decided to keep that to myself, for now!

“Could you sit down at you desk like you would at school?” I asked.

“Sure”. She sat down in her chair and turned to me. Perfect, here underwear was very visible right up her skirt.

“OK Rachelle, two more changes you need to make. First, do you own a thong?”

“Of course I do Josh! What do you think I am?” laughed Rachelle.

“I can only imagine” I replied. “OK, why don’t you take of that underwear you have on and put the thong on? Also, take of your bra. You tits are firm enough, you don’t need support. It will let your nipples push out against you shirt.”

“If you think it will work Josh,” said Rachelle, pulling off her top and taking off her bra. Her breast lay in the open again, moving slowly up and down as she breathed, until she put the tight white shirt back on.

“Looking better already, Rachelle! You nipples really stand out. Its great! Do you think you could undo the top button too? The more skin showing, the better. Actually, there is one more thing: Tie you hair into two pigtails, one on each side of you head. It makes you look much more innocent and slutty.”

“Of course I can Josh, whatever you say, I’ll do.” She undid the top button. Then she lifted her skirt and pulled off her underwear. There it was again, her newly shaved pussy. I could tell it was wet as her pussy juices glistened against the light. It disappeared from view again, when the black thong was pulled up, just covering her amazing pussy. Her hands grabbed two elastics and put her hair into pigtails. “All done Josh,” she said looking in the mirror, “How do I look?”

“Amazing” I said. I was looking at the hottest grade 12 in the city. With a skirt that revealed her amazing tanned legs and showed the touches of ass when she walked along with a very tight shirt that her breast were just pushing to get out of, she truly was amazing. She pouted her lips making her look like an innocent schoolgirl. “Now make sure you buy this size of skirt and top when you go back to school after the holiday so you have a uniform of your own. Go take this off and return it to your sisters room.”

“Sure Josh” was her reply as she walked out of the room. Now, the question was, what next? I decided she had to learn how to act like a slut while not being viewed by others. She had to learn how to masturbate like one.

A few minutes later, Rachelle re-appeared in the door. She was wearing nothing but the thong. istanbul escort “You said to give back my sister’s stuff, and I did.” She said grinning. “All I had on that was mine was this thong! I hope you don’t mind.” She walked over to her bed with her breasts bouncing lightly as she walked. “Now what?” she asked, sitting down on her bed. She re-adjusted her pigtails.

“I think” I replied, “That we need to work on your slutty habits outside of the eyes of others.”

“What do you mean?” Rachelle asked.

“Have you ever fucked someone?” I asked. I figured I should go straight to the heart of the problem at hand.

“Um, yes” replied Rachelle, blushing.

“How? What position?”

“Well, just normal, I’ve only done 2 guys.”

“Ever up the ass?”

“No! I’m afraid it will hurt.”

“That, Rachelle” I stated, “Is your problem. To be a slut, you need to fuck guys every which way, in every position and in every hole possible. You need to want to be fucked! You need to need to be fucked!”

“Oh” said Rachelle, “How do I learn that, just fuck every guy I see?”

“That’s going a little far. But I do have a great I idea that could help you. I would assume you masturbate?”

“Of course I do. But just with my fingers. Just rubbing.”

“Then we have a problem that can easily be solved! Do you have a dildo by chance?” I asked.

“I don’t” said Rachelle, “But I think my sister might. Should I go look?”

“Yes. Bring back every thing she has.” Rachelle got up and walked out of her bedroom, her ass swinging as she walked. I was amazed she had never been fucked up the ass. Rachelle came back with two dildos. One was small, about the size of three finger and 4 inches long. The one that caught my eye however, was the thick 10-inch green dildo she was carrying.

“There” she said, giving me the dildo’s, “I never knew my sister was so slutty, I really need to catch up!”

“Yes, yes you do” I replied, smiling. “Here, take this.” I handed her the small dildo. “Go fuck yourself.”

“I you really want me too” Rachelle said. She started to rub her pussy through her black panties. I could already see a dark spot forming. She got wet fast. She continued rubbing and slowly pulled her of the black thong. Her shaved pussy was glistening from her juices. I could see some trickle down her leg and pool on the bed. Slowly, Rachelle started rubbing her clit with the small dildo. “Ohhhhhh” she groaned, “Ohhhh yeah!” She pushed the dildo into her pussy. It slipped though her wet lips with ease. She started thrusting back and forth. “Ohhhhh” she groaned again, “It feels so good.” Just as she started to get a rhythm going, I interrupted.

“Rachelle, stop.”

“But Josh” she moaned, “Why? I like this, it feels great.”

“Rachelle, stop!” I said, a little more forcefully, grabbing her wrist

“Fine Josh. What do you want me to do now?”

“Take this one,” I said, handing her the thick green dildo. “I want you to really become a slut. I want you to sit down on this.”

“Josh, it’s bigger then anything I have ever seen. Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure, just do it. I swear you will like it!”

“OK. Here we go.” Rachelle said. She set the huge dildo upright on her bed. She stood up and straddled it. She dipped the dildo two inches into her pussy and then pulled it out. “Josh, its so thick, I’m not sure whether it will fit!”

“Rachelle, trust me, it will fit!” She nodded in agreement. She began to lower herself onto the big dildo. The sight of seeing her lips part was amazing, but the sight of her pussy being stuffed was even better. She got half the dildo into her pussy and stopped.

“Josh” she said, “I don’t think I can do this.”

“Rachelle” I replied, “Do you want to be a slut or not?”

“I do, I really do” she replied.

“Fine. Give me the dildo.” She pulled the dildo out of her pussy and handed it to me. The pussy juices ran down my hands. “Lie down on your bed, Rachelle” I said. She complied. “Put your legs behind your head and hold them together with your hands.” Luckily, she was very flexible and complied easily. Now there was a clean-shaven pussy, with red lips with nothing blocking the path of the dildo, sitting in front of me. “Here’s the deal Rachelle,” I said, looking at her. “I am going to push this slowly, but if you try to stop me, or move you hands or legs away from you head, I push it all the way in. Got it?”

“Yes Josh” she said, nodding. I put the Dildo on her pussy lips. For the third time that night, her pussy lips parted to allow the thick dildo in. I was surprised at how tight she was. This could be more difficult then I had expected, I thought. Rachelle started to moan as the dildo went deeper inside her. I had it half way in. I could see her struggling to not move her hands or legs.

“Feeling OK Rachelle?” I asked. She smiled and nodded, moaning heavily. I slowly started to push it in farther. Every so often, I would pull it back a bit and push the dildo back in a little harder. I looked up a Rachelle. She had her eyes closed and had a look of mecidiyeköy escort pure pleasure on her face. She continued moaning softly. I was almost all the way in. With one final push, all 10 inches of the thick green dildo was inside of my cousin. The sight was amazing. “Rachelle, it’s all in, still felling good?”

“Ohhhh, fuck yeah Josh. Its feels great!” She opened her eyes and looked down at her pussy. She gasped. “Wow, it really is all the way in there.” She started to sit up, keeping the dildo all the way in. When she was in a completely upright position, she started to buck up and down on the dildo, riding it like it was the only thing that mattered. “Ohhhhhh, Ohhhh yeah” she moaned, “Fuck yeah, it feels great, Ohhhh.” She started moving faster and faster, her face contorting into a look of pure bliss. “Fuck, oh shit, oh shit, OH SHIT” she yelled as on orgasm racked her body. She collapsed, panting, onto her bed. A pool of juices was collecting underneath her. She started to pull the dildo out.

“Wait Rachelle, leave that in there. Were not quite done yet.”

“Ohhhh, Josh, I don’t know how much more I can handle. What going to happen next?”

“Have you ever heard of the doggy style position?” I asked. Rachelle nodded.

“I have, but I’ve never used it.”

“OK, keep the dildo in you and bend over, stick you ass towards me.” She complied, waving her round ass right at me. I heard her moan again, feeling the dildo push into her in ways she had never felt before. “You said you’ve never been fucked up the ass right?”

“That’s right, I’ve been afraid it will hurt.”

“Well, you didn’t think that you could get the dildo all the way into your pussy but you managed to. What do you think about going anal?”

“I guess I could try. Will you help me again?”

“Of course, same rules as before. Put your hands on your hand and don’t let the dildo come all the way out. If your hands come off you head or the dildo slips out, I shove. Do you have any oil around here?” I asked, looking around.

“I guess I can agree to that” she said, “Yeah, there’s some oil over on my desk. I got up, grabbed the oil and sat down, admiring her perfect ass. Her asshole looked very tight. I was planning to get the small dildo in, but I figured I should start small, with my finger. I put some oil into her ass; it dripped around her tight hole and down to her pussy. Finally, I put some oil on my finger. Giving her ass a squeeze, I was ready to go.

“Rachelle, I’m going to start with my finger, OK?” She nodded. I moved my finger around her asshole. I pushed it in about half and inch; I could feel Rachelle tense up. She was doing a pretty good job of keeping the dildo in her pussy. I moved my finger all the way into her tight ass. It felt so good! I pulled it out and pushed back in. “Feel OK, Rachelle?” I asked her.

“Yeah, not bad actually. Are you going to try the other, small dildo next?”

“Of course” I replied. “If it starts to hurt, just move up and down on the dildo in your pussy and focus on that pleasure. But don’t move your hands or let the dildo in your pussy slip out.”

“I won’t,” she said, closing her eyes once again. I removed my finger and wiped it on her hair, giving myself a better grip and the dildo. I oiled it up and started pushing it into her ass. She gasped saying “Josh, Owww, It hurts!” I kept pushing.

“Just bear with it Rachelle, it will feel really good by the end, just focus on the dildo in your pussy and how good it feels. OK?”

“I’ll try Josh” was her reply. I kept pushing it, very slowly. I put a bit more oil into her ass and watched it slide down to her pussy. I was almost half way in when Rachelle moved her hand from the top of her head in an attempt to stop me.

“Rachelle, you knew the rules,” I said as I thrust the dildo all the way into her ass.

“FUCK, IT HURTS!” She yelled. “Stop!! It hurts, Owwwww,” she said through tears. “Why wont you stop? It hurts, FUCK!”

“Rachelle” I said calmly, “You knew the rules, and you broke them. Don’t worry, it will stop hurting soon. Just enjoy it. Remember, it will just make you more slutty, and that’s what you want.” She did not respond, just continued to cry into a pillow yelling about how much it hurt. I ignored her cries. I pulled the dildo out and slowly began to ass-fuck her with the dildo. Slowly, her cries began to turn into moans. “See” I said, “It’s not that bad anymore, is it?”

“No” she replied, sniffling. “But my ass will be sore tomorrow.”

“OK Rachelle, get your head up and ride the dildo. I’ll keep fucking your ass.” I grabbed her two pigtails and pulled back, making sure that her head stayed up. “See Rachelle, when you fuck, make sure you keep your head up at least this high. It makes you look much more like a slut.” I could see her wince from the pain of her hair being pulled.

“OK Josh, I’ll do that.” She said. She started to ride the huge dildo in her pussy, sliding all the way out on slamming it back in. I tried to keep pace with the dildo in her pussy. “OH JOSH” she screamed, “Ohhhhh, Fuck, Fuck my ass with the dildo, HARDER!” I complied, shoving the dildo in and out of her ass with more force and with a faster pace. “Shit Josh, I love being a slut. Fuck my ass, that’s it, Ohhhhhh yeah!” she screamed again. She was really going fast, bucking up and down as fast as she could. I kept pace the best I could. “Slap me Josh, SLAP ME!”

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There may be errors in this, but I wanted to get something posted. After writing this, I decided that I should write some more Five Foot something stories. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

*****

I am the maintenance person (trying to stay politically correct) in an architectural firm. If something needs, fixed, I fix it. If I cannot, I hire someone that can, and make sure that they do the job correctly. I have been here less than a year so I don’t quite know everything about the building yet so when I get a chance, I explore. This helps me to locate plumbing shut off valves, heating ducts, breaker boxes—anything a maintenance person would need to know. I like my job and intend to stay here a while, unless for some reason, they find a reason to get rid of me beforehand.

I’m pretty much average looking: brown hair, not too long not too short, brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, high cheek bones—yada, yada, yada. My arms and stomach are more muscular from doing sit-ups and pull-ups, and pushups. My chest on the other hand never caught up with my arms. I came into this world forty-one years ago and believe it or not, my mom still loves me. Many things have changed since then. Sending texts instead of calling one another, writing emails instead of writing a letter by hand and mailing it. I think the latter makes a more personable relationship instead of socializing via technology. Even architecture. I learned drafting in high school using paper and pencil. Now technology has modernized that art as well.

One of the benefits of working here is a little red haired girl that I see every now and then. There are times that I won’t see her for weeks, and I would get the impression that she no longer worked there. Then she’ll pop up again. She is a beautiful young lady. She stands about five foot two (If she didn’t I’d have to rename the story), has beautiful long apple red hair, pale skin with tiny freckles, a shy smile, cat like green eyes, handful size tits, and the world’s most perfect ass. I know because I’ve seen it in a dictionary under ‘World’s most perfect ass”. My guess is that she is in her mid to late twenties. She is very shy and rarely makes eye contact unless you speak to her. I don’t even know her name. I could have asked her sometime, but when you ask her anything, and you do get some sort of a response, from her, she replies with one or two word answers.

“How are you today?”

“Good,” she says.

“Enjoying the weather?”

“Yes.”

“What did you do on your six week vacation in Europe?”

“Tour.”

Do you see what I mean? My consolation prize is that I get to watch her ass sway as she walks away from me. Often times it causes my dick to stir.

One day I got a call from the operator telling me that Hulk (I’ll get to him soon enough.) called IT because his computer wouldn’t turn on. IT found that a whole wall of computers were without power, so they called on me to check it out. Hulk worked in the engineering office on the second floor so I climbed the stairs and made my way to his booth.

“Harry. How are you man?” he said.

I reached out to shake his hand.

Do you know how people try to grip each other the hardest when they shake hands? You don’t do that with Hulk. I tried it when I first met him and it took a week before I could feel my fingers again. Hulk got his nickname because he looks just like The Hulk minus the green skin. Monstrous, short black hair and ugly. OK, maybe not so ugly, but his face looked like he played pro football without a helmet. His nose had obviously been broken a few times and his cheeks bones were un-even. His facial features were, more distorted than, ugly. Very nice guy though. Once I saw him get into a bar room fight … Ok so it really wasn’t a fight because you don’t mess with Hulk, but afterwards he helped the four guys get up and made sure they were alright.

I replied, “I’m doing great. Getting ready to move?

“Last day. Just trying to button things up before I leave.”

“Get a better job elsewhere?” I asked.

“Actually my fiancé found one and they had an engineering position at the same place.”

“So she must be special huh?”

“More than special.”

“OK Hulk. It’s probably just a blown breaker somewhere. May take me a while to find it.”

“No rush Harry. I have plenty of paperwork to do anyhow.”

The upstairs hallway was ‘U’ shaped. Engineering was in the large space in the middle and workrooms along the outside. I walked down the main hall looking for a breaker box with no luck. I turned down the shorter hall and found nothing there either. I turned to hall to where all the blueprints were stored. They hung from the walls while others filled boxes sized for the drawings, so I knew I wouldn’t find what I was looking for there. At the end of the hall were two doors, one on either side. The one on the left was another door to engineering, one that wasn’t beşiktaş escort used except for the engineers to hang their drawings. The one on the right was to the interior design office. I’ve only been in there once or twice since I’ve worked here. I opened the door, slowly and found my pretty redhead sitting at a worktable with her back towards me.

Did you ever walk into a room like this and, you know that whatever you did was going to scare the crap out of the person in the room? You say hi and they jump. You clear your throat and they jump. Every option will scare them so I went with closing the door a little louder than usual option, and of course—she jumped.

“Sorry. I was just looking for a breaker box,” I said.

“It’s OK,” she said. It’s just that no one ever comes in here. You just caught me off-guard.”

Again, I said, “I’m sorry.” She smiled. I smiled. It was then that I realized that she could say more than two words in one sentence.

“I think I covered a grey box behind those carpet samples hanging on the wall over there.” “Might that be what you’re looking for?” I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Again, she said more than two words to me.

“Thanks,” I stuttered as I walked to where she had pointed. “So this is where you work.”

“Yeah. It’s my own private space. No one ever comes back here to visit me,” she said.

“Then this is why I rarely see you. You should come out more often.”

“I’m kinda shy so I hang out here most of the time. I even have my own bathroom and refrigerator.” When I walked to the wall that she pointed at she asked, “Are you in a hurry?”

“Some of the guys in engineering don’t have power,” I said. They are probably in more of a hurry than I am.” She stood and started walking towards me. I didn’t know if I was scared or excited.

“Think maybe they can wait?” She asked with a fuck me smile on her face. She walked up to me and put her hands around my neck.

I stuttered, “I—I thought you were shy. You just told me that you were shy.”

“I’m hornier today than shy,” she said as she stood on her toes, and pulled her breasts against my chest. She then pressed her lips against mine. She immediately swiped my tongue with hers. She pulled away and said, “See what I mean?” She batted those green eyes at me that looked like she found her prey. I tried to pull away some, but she had me restrained in her arms.

“Uhm,” I said. “Is this really the shy little redheaded girl that I know? The one that rarely ever looks at me?”

“Not today. I’m the horny kitty cat looking for its prey. Want to be my dinner?” Now my dick was definitely more horny than scared since it started to wake up. She made a purring sound as she asked me, “Have something growing down there?”

I looked around the room towards the door. “OK.” I said. “Shouldn’t we lock the door?”

“I’m not worried. No one ever comes in here. Ever.”

“Today could be the day,” I said. With that, her tongue found mine again and circled it as if she was licking a Popsicle. Then she sucked it into her mouth and my tongue began to circle hers. While we kissed fervently, her hand slid down my chest to my now steel hard cock. My work pants didn’t stop her. She just rubbed it through them. I moaned as she grasped it and squeezed. She released my tongue and stepped back. She began teasing me by slowly unbuttoning her blouse one button at a time. Her hungry smile had me in under her complete control, and there was nothing I could do except give into her desires.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” I said. As I began to get a little more comfortable with what was going on I said to her, “I’ve jerked off thinking of you like this many times and here it is in real life.” She had her blouse unbuttoned all the way, and she slid it off her shoulders. Her breasts stared at me with her nipples poking through the thin material of her sheer bra.

Again, I questioned, “Are you sure that you are the shy redhead with the nice ass?” She took my hands and slid them over her belly to her tits. I squeezed them as she reached around and unhooked the strap of her bra. Reluctantly I let go of her tits and watched her bra fall to the floor. This was better than anything I could ever fantasize. My eyes got lost in her perfect breasts. Teardrops with her soft nipples pointing up towards my face. I thought that they were begging me to lick and suck on them. They were better than I had ever dreamt about and larger than they looked hidden beneath her blouse. She lifted my hands, and raised them back to her firm, yet soft tits. She reached over to my shirt and began to unbutton it. I was shaking with both excitement and fear, while she released one button at a time until it fell to the floor. She gently scraped her fingernails across my chest and then brushed the backs of her fingers across my nipples. That was my que to play with her nipples. I took şişli escort my time and felt the bumpy, dark areolas surrounding them. I started to tweak her pointed nipples gently, feeling them slowly harden to my touch. We both stared into each other’s eyes while exploring each other’s chests. This slow exploration had me turned on more than anything I had experienced in the past. No slam bam thank you maam for her. I wasn’t as sure as she was about visitors coming through the door. I kept glancing over her shoulders at the door.

“Relax,” She kept telling me. “Rest assured that no one ever comes back here.”

“Just checking. I don’t want this to be interrupted or to lose my job.” Up until today, this had only been a fantasy. I liked the real thing much better, and so does my cock. I reached down and unbuckled her tight corduroy’s while she reached between my hands to release my work pants. Mine fell to my ankles while I had to kneel down to pull hers slowly down to the floor. This left just her light blue shear panties between her bush and me. I could see traces of red hair protruding from the outside edges. I was excited as hell now.

“Perfect.” I said. My hands shook as I slowly tugged the top of them. Red hair slowly appeared from the top of as I slid them down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and I took in a deep breath to smell her excitement in her thick red pubic mound. My long time fantasy was actually coming true, I thought. Her thick red carpet had that wanting smell of a woman that needed to be fucked. I planned to make that wish come true. I turned my head back and forth to brush my face through the fur and brushed it with my lips. I lowered my face breaking through her thick red muff with my tongue. I slid it up between her fur until I reached her clit. “Ohhh.” She moaned. I watched her eyes open and close as I combed her clit with my tongue. Some licks would cause her head to roll backwards or side to side. Sometimes times she would look down and lock her eyes to mine. Her thin lips smiled at me signifying her approval. My cock peaked out of the side of my underwear throbbing excitement. She moved back and lifted herself onto the stool behind her. She placed her feet on the bottom rungs, and spread her knees apart. She showed her excitement as her clit peeked through her fall forest. I stood and pulled my boxers off and went back to my knees to partake in her hairy delight. I slid her swollen labia apart and, slid my tongue into her pussy.

“Oh yes.” She said. Then after a moment, “Stop teasing me and lick my clit.”

“In due time,” I mumbled back while my tongue was fucking her pussy. I stroked her it from her anus to her clit watching her reaction with each stroke. She wiggled her hips back and forth trying to maneuver her aching clitoris to my tongue. I teased her some more … sucking her clit, fucking her pussy with my tongue, and sliding the length of her wet slit. She grabbed her legs, and spread them farther apart.

“Is this what you are waiting for?” I asked as I stroked my tongue back and forth over her love button.

“You know it,” she moaned. I then pressed my tongue hard against it and rubbed my tongue back and forth as fast as I could. I could hear her getting close to cumming all over my face, but I stopped just before she did.

“Damn it,” she complained. I want to cum—now.”

I pressed down as hard as I could and she let out a muffled scream. Then I rubbed it back and forth as quickly as I could. She squirmed, twisted on the stool, and shoved her hips into my face. She leaned back against the drafting table and used one hand to grab my hair and pull me in tighter. That was all it took. Trying not to get anyone’s attention, she screamed as softly as she could. A muffled “mmmmmmmmmaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” left her lips as she leaned forward, her eyes closed tight, and her hips writhing on the stool. Suddenly she leaned back and tried to push me away, but I wouldn’t budge. I kept my tongue going as hard and as fast as I could. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Stooooooooooooooooop.” Her hips disagreed with her and starting bucking again as another orgasm went through her like lighting. “Stop—don’t stop—Oh I can’t take this anymore.” She would alternate between pulling my head towards her and then trying to push me away. Another orgasm struck again, but this time she couldn’t stay quiet. Ohhhh. I have to stop,” as she rocked back and forth. “Stop, stop,” she shouted. I slowed down my tongue and let her land from her orgasmic flight while her hips gradually slowed down to a stop. I looked up and asked her if she liked it.

“Oh. I thought I was going to explode or—I don’t know. I don’t know what I felt. I wanted it to keep going, but I lost control of reality. Dizzy. Surreal. Beautiful. I stood up and she kissed my lips painted with her juices and sucked my tongue into her mouth. She leaned over my shoulder and whispered, “That was absolutely the best fucking bahçeşehir escort orgasm ever. I think I owe you something now. Let’s trade places. We have lots to do yet.”

“Lots?”

“Oh yeah. You have yet to fuck me with your steel cock, as much as possible so that I can collect all your sticky seed. I want to ride it like a cowgirl and I want us both to explode over and over into into each other.” I sat up on the chair and she dropped to her knees. “I think I wanna start right here. She looked up at me and asked, “Is that OK?”

“Oh yeah. I’m all yours.”

“I love the taste of cum so I want to taste as much as I can before you empty your balls deep inside my hot, hungry pussy.” She walked over to her purse and took something from it. She came back and handed it to me. “Here. Take this so you get hard again after I play with your sperm machine with my mouth.” I looked at the blue tablet and tossed it down my throat. “Good boy,” she said. “Do you like to be teased like you teased me?”

“Oh yes my little red riding hood. Tease my cock as long as you can.”

“I intend to. I want all the love juice that I can get.” With that she covered just the head of my aching cock with her warm mouth. Her tongue brushed that sensitive part, just below its head. It caused me to lean forward, adjusting to the pleasure that she awarded me. She wiped her tongue back and forth, which sent pleasure up my spine like gentle waves all the while she kept her eyes locked on mine. She slowly, gradually took my entire cock all the way in, and held it there. She stuck her tongue out her mouth trying to reach my balls. She started to swallow causing her mouth to grip my cock and then let it go.

“Oh yes.” Those were the only words that I could muster. “I had never felt anything like that.” She slowly pulled her wet mouth about halfway down my wanting shaft and, gulped its length again all the way to my balls this time. Now her tongue could reach them and she was as excited as I was. She sucked, licked my cock, and then licked my balls again until I thought I was going to explode. Sensing this she stopped and kept her warm mouth wrapped around me until my cock calmed down. She slid her hot mouth up my rod until it popped out of her warm mouth and into the cool air. Still staring into my eyes she asked, “Are you enjoying this?”

“You can’t even imagine,” I gasped.

“Yes I can. I’m just returning the favor. I want you to have the same pleasure that you gave to me.” She took my cock with one fell swoop until it touched the back of her throat. She swallowed again while I was inside deep inside. I leaned back, stared at the ceiling, and closed my eyes. She pulled off of me and said, “Look at me. I want to watch your eyes while I suck on your fuck machine.” I tried my hardest, and finally gave into her wish. I stared as she massaged my cock for what seemed like forever. She slid her mouth off with another pop. She talked to me with her eyes telling me that she loved what she was doing as much as I did.

“Don’t stop,” I pleaded. “Please don’t stop.” With that, she popped me back in and started to stroke my entire shaft slowly while never taking her eyes off mine. If I closed them, she would stop until I opened them again.

“I told you to keep your eyes opened baby,” she gurgled.

I laughed the best as I could, “Forgive me my love goddess.”

“Mmmmm,” she replied. “I like that.” She tightened her lips and began to stroke me again. I think she wanted my warm love juice soon since her sucking speed had picked up. Still, she would stop when she sensed I was going to blow. Then she would start again picking up more speed. After starting and stopping, she gave up and continued engulfing me to my swelling balls and back. After the last half hour, I thought that she was going to let me explode. She grabbed my balls with one hand feeling them swell with my seed. When she sensed that I couldn’t hold back any longer she let me loose from her hot mouth. She quickly stood up and leaned on her back over the table behind her.

“Fuck me now baby. Fuck me hard and deep. I want all your sperm.” I did as she commanded. I slammed her cunt hard and as deep as I could go. Hard and deep. Hard and deep.

“Is this is what you’ve been waiting for?” I growled.

“Yes baby, yes.” Just as I was going to explode into her womb, she reached back, and grabbed me by my ass.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'” I screamed as softly as I could which was not very quiet. She held me deep inside as my cum massaged her womb with stream after stream of my thick and creamy fuck juice. Her pussy convulsed with every squirt. I could feel me shooting hard down her tight wet pussy.

“Oh,” I moaned repeatedly. “I can’t stop.” I continued to cum as I never did before. I was shooting deep inside her with no movement on my part at all. I couldn’t believe how much spewed out of me. I thought I would never to stop.

After my balls emptied in her, her pussy finally let go of my cock as her orgasm continued. Her throbbing pussy sucked what little I had left in me. She came, I shot, and she came. Her pulsing pussy made me jerk as my orgasm faded away. My cock finally gave up as her pussy came to a rest.

“I never thought I was going to stop,” I said.

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She had known he would be older. Older than her father by a few years, definitely, but what did that even mean? Older could look like anything.

Still, she couldn’t shake the taboo thrill that filled her belly when she saw him for the first time. He was taller than her, straight-backed, and not in bad shape for a man his age, but he was also white-haired, wrinkled – definitely old. A grandfather, possibly. Almost old enough to be hers. He was smiling, clearly pleased with what he saw when he bent to kiss her youthful cheek, and he commented that she was even more slender and lovely than her photos had suggested.

She felt his eyes on her breasts when he suggested that they get acquainted over breakfast in the hotel cafe. Later, she wouldn’t remember any of that first conversation – only the flutter of nerves in her stomach, and the increasing awareness that this old man would soon be stripping her sweet, young body naked and doing – within reasonable limits, of course – whatever it pleased him to do. The prospect was making her wetter than she’d been in a long time, and she didn’t know quite what to do with that.

He didn’t wait long, once they’d reached the hotel room. She laid out the contents of her bag – some toys she’d been told to bring, a different set of lingerie if he wanted to see her in something more sultry than she’d worn for their early morning assignation – and as soon as she finished, she felt his body behind her, hovering close.

‘Against the wall.’

Obedient, she turned around to face him, backing up as far as she could as the old man advanced on her. He took both her wrists in his grip and hoisted them above her head. Once she was immobilized, he wasted no time pulling down the front of her dress and taking her full, soft tits out of her bra. His rough, hairy hand grasped hungrily at her breasts, rolling her pink nipples between his fingers. His skin was spotted with age, and for the briefest of moments she felt disgusted – she’d never even had a lover older than 35, and here she was being molested istanbul escort by this old man. His erection pressed against her belly through his pants, and his mouth covered hers, wet, wanting. When he put his hand under her skirt, much to her embarrassment, he found her pussy hot and dripping. He chuckled, and she shivered with helplessness at the sound.

He toyed with with her wet, increasingly needy little cunt a little while longer before placing both hands firmly on her shoulders, urging her to her knees. She sank to the ground, nervous, and felt one of his hands move to the back of her head, pressing her face directly into the crotch of his khaki pants. His cock was hard beneath them, which he clearly wanted to demonstrate before instructing her to take off his pants. She obliged, undoing his belt and pushing them down to reveal a pair of saggy, white briefs with a wet spot on the front.

She looked up at him.

“Those too,” he said, an urgent expression on his face. She pulled them down around his ankles as he removed his shirt.

His old cock, dripping with precum, was directly in front of her face, and the hand on the back of her head urging her forward was all the instruction she needed about what to do with it.

She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the tip, momentarily fighting the urge to gag at the salty taste of him, at the idea that she was tasting a dirty old man’s hard cock. His hand was insistent, and soon he was completely in her mouth, groaning with relief. Her face being pinned so firmly against his crotch knocked her off balance, and she grabbed onto him to stabilize herself. His ass felt saggy underneath her hands, and his belly bumped her forehead as she bobbed back and forth on his cock.

“Yes, my little slut,” he groaned, pulling her off his cock by the hair and pushing her face directly into his balls. They were huge, and he rubbed them all over her eyes and nose before pressing them against her lips. She lapped at them, unsure if she would be able to esenyurt escort fit them in her mouth, and he shoved her head further against him. “Lick me,” he said, and when she kept working her tongue on his cum-filled ball sack he said, “No,” before moving his body further over her face until her mouth was directly on his hairy asshole. She had never felt so filthy, so utterly used, as she did in this moment… and she loved it. She ate his asshole as he ground himself all over her face, and he told her she was a good slut before bringing her to her feet.

She was a mess, and the look on his face indicated how much that pleased him. In a hurry, he kicked the remains of his clothing off from around his ankles and pulled her dress over her head, leaving them both naked.

This old man’s body was so utterly aesthetically unappealing to her, and she wanted him to fuck her so badly.

He ordered her onto the bed on her back, where he spread her legs and tied them open with her knees pressed to her chest. She realized she had never before felt so exposed as she lay there, pink pussy wet, spread, and dripping. His eyes travelled hungrily over her smooth, slender, curvaceous young body before he dipped his face briefly between her legs, tasting her juices and suckling on her clit for a moment.

‘I need to fuck you,’ he announced abruptly, pulling away from her cunt. He tore open a condom and slid it on his cock. She let out a moan, almost a whine, without being able to help it. As much as she was reluctant to admit it, she need it to. She needed this man’s dick deep inside her.

He moved his body over her, dwarfing her small frame, and kissing her with an open mouth.

‘Are you ready for my cock in you?’

He was looking her in the eye, now, and she felt his tip at her entrance.

‘Yes, sir.’ It came out a soft, shy, squeak – but it was enough.

His thick old dick slid inside her in one stroke. He wasn’t particularly long, so he bottomed out quickly, pausing beylikdüzü escort just a moment to catch his breath before starting to pump himself in and out of her little body.

She was used to closing her eyes during sex, but she couldn’t look away from the visual of his cock thrusting confidently into her tight hole. Her cunt felt like it was on fire and he could tell, reaching immediately for a small vibrator that he’d brought over to the bed when he’d bound her. He turned it on, applying it to her clit, and she gasped.

The more she moaned, moving her hips helplessly against him, the deeper he pressed into her, the more assertively he fucked her. His sweat dripped down onto her body, and she felt slick, flithy.

“Are you going to cum for me, pretty little slut?” he asked, moving one hand up to grip her by the throat. She could feel his big balls slapping against her asshole, and his hand squeezed. She gasped. She was nothing but a fucktoy, a pretty object he was using for his pleasure.

“Yes, sir!” It might not have sounded like anything – she couldn’t really breathe. Her head was spinning, just a little bit. The harder he choked her, the more she felt her orgasm building. She almost never came during sex with other people, but she felt certain she was about to cum all over this old stranger’s cock.

“I’m going to fuck my cum into your little slut pussy,” he said, looking her directly in the eye, and that was all it took for her to explode around him. She trembled and bucked, as naked and vulnerable as it was possible for her to be, and moments later, she felt his cock throbbing in response to her fluttering, gripping inner walls. He emptied himself into her with a long groan, a satisfied grin, and when he rolled off her, a pat on the ass.

He untied her and cuddled her for a moment afterwards, but once they’d both cum, the interaction became curiously utilitarian and polite. He directed her towards the bathroom to clean herself up, and once she’d emerged dressed and groomed, she found her belongings placed back in her bag and a plain, white envelope on top of it. It felt thick.

Before she left, legs still trembling a little, he kissed her, smiling paternally. “I’ll remember your beautiful eyes for a long time.”

As the door shut behind her, she was certain she needed this to happen again.

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My girlfriend had the sexiest mouth. Nice smooth lips, natural deep pink, full and soft with an impish little smirk lingering perpetually at the edges even when her expression was neutral.

She also had gorgeous eyes – warm hazel with little flecks of green and gold. I thought I could die for those eyes.

I was sure there was no butt in the world cuter than hers – round, perky, perfectly grabbable. When she wore something snug, I had a hard time tearing my eyes off of that cute behind.

Even her name gave me pleasant shivers. Lisette. Lisette Labelle. Her family was from Montreal. She’d moved here as a child and had just a faint whisper of a Francophone accent. I didn’t know more than half a dozen words of French, but Lise told me once that “la belle” means “the beautiful”, and for a long time I had a habit of calling her “Lisette the Beautiful”. She certainly was.

We met in college. It was easy to hook up then, easy to get along. We spent so much time embroiled in classes and papers and part-time jobs to pay tuition that we had to pack as much fun into our limited free time as we could manage – at least, that was Lisette the Beautiful’s philosophy, and I would have agreed with nearly anything that came from her irresistible lips. She took me to friends’ parties, to pubs and clubs, anywhere loud and boisterous and alcohol-fuelled. I was never a party kind of a guy, nor was I much into drinking culture, but I would have followed Lisette to the ends of the earth, and getting a bit tipsy made it easier to cut loose and be social in the way she wanted me to be.

I would have liked to stay in and cuddle, maybe watch a few good movies, but she was restless, wanting to get out into the world and splurge after the drudgery of classes and paper-writing, and thought movies were antisocial. I suppose she never really asked me what I wanted to do, but I didn’t mind. She was radiant and full of life, and I was unremarkable in every way possible. I was a fade-into-the-backdrop sort of guy. There was nothing special about me, nothing exciting, and I wasn’t much to look at either. We were the sort of couple about whom people would say, “How did a schlub like him manage to score a knockout like her?” I had no idea how I managed it, but I was thankful every day she wanted me by her side. I wore whatever she wanted to dress me in and cut my hair according to her recommendations. I suppose I became more socially acceptable thanks to her influence.

My girlfriend let me have sex with her, and for this I felt undeservedly privileged. I was a virgin when we met, and had always considered myself a loser. We didn’t do it often, but it made the times we did do it all the more special. Sex with Lisette certainly wasn’t like it was in the movies or on the Internet. She didn’t touch me a lot, or put her mouth on me. She mostly just lay back, closed her eyes, and waited for me to finish. I never complained – how could I? I was lucky just to be able to see her naked, and she even let me put my penis inside her. I never expected it to be like it was in porn. Everyone knows that stuff is completely unrealistic, and I had also heard that in real life, sex isn’t nearly as big a deal to girls as it is to guys. I thought she was sweet to indulge me.

My family never liked her, nor did most of my friends. This should, perhaps, have been a red flag for me early on, but I assumed no girl would ever please my family. As for my friends, I saw less and less of them, and instead ended up with Lise’s friends most of the time. A couple of my oldest friends once took me out for coffee just to warn me, intervention style, that Lisette was a “user” and a “pathological narcissist” – that she only kept me around because I worshipped her. Instead of considering whether there might have been truth to this, I felt deeply hurt on Lisette’s behalf and parted ways with buddies I’d had since primary school. Lise told me I’d done the right thing in cutting the “poison” from my life, and I believed her.

I couldn’t tolerate people speaking critically of my girlfriend. I thought she was an angel, and she made me feel like the luckiest guy in the world just to be near her. I closed my ears to dissent. When she picked out all my clothes and styled me according to her taste, I thought it was love. I wanted to be her toy to dress up. When she audited all of my homework, I thought it was love. She wanted me to get good grades so I would have a more promising future. When she told me what to eat or what not to eat, and put me on an exercise program, I thought it was love. She cared enough to help me be healthy, and it was true I needed to lose a few pounds. I wasn’t crazy about what I saw in the mirror. Maybe, with Lise’s help, I could be a better man. There was a lot I could stand to improve about myself, and she helpfully pointed out all the ways in which I could do so.

We graduated at the same time – her degree was in Communications, and mine was in Microbiology – and she straightaway picked out ataköy escort an apartment for us to live in. We’d never discussed moving in together, but of course I wanted to. She had been doing an internship with a Public Relations firm, and they hired her on full-time straight out of school, so she felt very secure and pleased with herself, as she had every right to be. I was fine with her picking out all of our furniture and everything. She was the one with the impressive, high-powered career. I had a humbler job, working in Quality Assurance for a factory that produced bottled water and other assorted beverages. Lise liked to tease me that I had the most boring job in the world. She was probably right, but I enjoyed it well enough – I found the work to be tranquil and strangely rewarding. I supposed that meant I was just a boring kind of a guy, and was all the more grateful to be with such a dynamic, charismatic woman as Lisette.

I had thought our life together would be bliss. She was a natural leader, and I was content to follow. It seemed we complemented each other – yin and yang. It was, of course, not quite as blissful as I had envisioned. At first I blamed myself, and Lisette probably blamed me too.

She caught me watching porn once, during the first two weeks of our cohabitation. I knew she wasn’t comfortable with porn, and I felt guilty every time I watched. I was feeling wound up – we hadn’t had sex once since moving in together, and I had been looking forward to doing it in our own bed we shared. She simply hadn’t felt like it. Instead I caved and turned to the Internet.

“How could you do this to me?” she shrieked, bursting into tears instantly. “How could you?!”

“Lise… I’m sorry,” I whispered, feeling as bad about making Lisette cry as if I’d run over a kitten with my car.

“It’s cheating! Don’t you understand it’s cheating?” she sobbed. “You’re being unfaithful to me!”

I shook my head slowly, not necessarily to deny her judgment of the situation, but simply at a loss and bereft of words. She thought I was arguing with her.

“Yes, you are!” she insisted, pulling my iPad out of my hands and pointing at the screen. “You’re cheating on me with this disgusting, fake slut! Is that who you want me to be, Cody? Is that the sort of girlfriend you expect? Some kind of pornstar with fake boobs who will perform for you, and slaver all over you like a dog?!”

“No – no!” I replied quickly, my voice trembling with panic. “Sweetie, you’re perfect. You’re the most perfect girl I could ever ask for. You’re so much better than I deserve. Everyone says so, and I know it’s true. I’m weak, and I’m sorry. I screwed up. I’m so sorry I hurt you. Lise… please forgive me. I love you. I love you so much.”

She gritted her teeth and flung my iPad across the room. It hit the corner of our mantelpiece, and a network of cracks spread across the screen. “Bastard! How can I love you right now, when you take me for granted like this?” She sniffled noisily and wiped at her eyes, smudging her makeup. “How can you expect anything from me? Forgive you, really? I don’t know, Cody. I need to think seriously about this. I need some time.”

I hung my head, paralyzed. The thought of losing her was unbearable. I would be so alone without her. I would be nothing and nobody, without a home or friends or even an identity. “I… that’s fair,” I stammered. “I guess I don’t have much right to ask forgiveness. Please… I don’t want to hurt you. If there’s anything I can do to make it up to you, I’ll do it. I promise. Just tell me what to do.”

She sighed and sobbed a few more times, pacing back and forth across the room. “I’m going to have to think about that. And you should be thinking about it too. I expect you to be a better man.”

“I will,” I promised. “I’ll be better.”

I bettered myself as best I could. I didn’t complain once about my broken iPad, deciding it was fair for me to lose my tablet privileges. I made breakfast and dinner for Lisette every day from then on – all of her favourite healthy meals. I brought her roses every few days. I left her little love notes, and bought her cute trinkets. I did everything I could to show my affection and appreciation for her. I began to feel as if I were simply dropping stones into the Grand Canyon of her disappointment. Still, doing anything else was unthinkable. I had screwed up, and I had to put in my time.

A month in, we still hadn’t had sex. I felt guilty even about masturbating. I took to doing it whenever she went out in the evenings with her friends, or in the bathroom at work over my lunch breaks, as I couldn’t even get privacy from her in the shower – she might wander in at any time, and she thought it was suspicious if I locked the bathroom door. I felt like a cheater and a failure every time, but I still seemed to have to get off on a daily basis. If I didn’t get some kind of sexual release, I was even more miserable.

Things did avcılar escort get a little better. She stopped bringing up the porn incident, and at least started giving me little hugs and kisses again. I would have given my right arm to simply have a nice, long cuddle, but she wasn’t ready for that much touching.

When I came home from work one day, she was talking on the phone in French, which I guessed meant she was talking to a family member. I knew she had strained relations with her family, and she seemed a little concerned, so I became concerned along with her. I sat next to her on the sofa and offered a hand to hold, but she brushed me off. I sat patiently and waited for her to need me.

After she hung up the phone, she turned to me, licking her lips. Such pretty lips. How was she so beautiful? Even now I felt dizzy, gazing at her.

“So my baby brother is going to move in with us for a while,” she said.

“Oh… what?” I stammered, taken aback.

“Well, not ‘baby’ – he’s eighteen now,” she clarified. “I’m not happy about it either, but mama’s moving in with her new boyfriend and doesn’t have room for him anymore. He’s going to school here, so it’s a convenient place for him. Hopefully he can find a good job and afford to live on campus maybe, but not yet.” She sighed grievously and rolled her eyes. “I’ll have to be substitute mama. He might be handful, so be prepared. We’re going to need to be strict with him.”

I stared down at my hands, remembering how she’d talked vaguely about her brother in the past. I had a strong sense he was a bit of a troublemaker. “Oh. Lise… you’re really sweet to take on this responsibility,” I said softly. “Where can we put him, though? This place isn’t that big, and we haven’t got a spare bedroom.”

“Well, obviously he’ll have to sleep here on the sofa!” she exclaimed irritably. She grabbed a notepad and a pen from the coffee table. “I’m going to have to make a new budget.”

I smiled a little. “You’re so good at that.”

“Speaking of budget, you didn’t buy lunch today, did you?”

My face fell, and my posture followed. “Yeah… I went out for a sub,” I admitted softly.

She dropped her pen and frowned at me. “What kind?”

“Meatball,” I mumbled.

She looked me over disapprovingly. “Oh, Cody, honestly! How can you put such gross stuff into your body? Look at you – you’ve already put on some pudge since graduation. Meatball subs aren’t going to do anything about that.” She poked one of my love handles.

“I know,” I sighed, leaning on my knees. “I was stupid.”

“I don’t want to have to buy you new clothes. Things are going to be tight for a while, with Julien around. You have to think about consequences, for heaven’s sake!”

I nodded. “Yes. I should know better. I’ll make my own sandwiches from now on.”

“You should be eating salads more. If you must have sandwiches, whole wheat bread only, no mayo, and I’m not buying you any deli meats. Those things are packed with chemicals. They’ll kill you.”

I nodded again. “Healthy sandwiches only. I promise.”

“You know I care about you a lot, right, Cody?”

I looked up, and she was smiling at me. That smile was such a rare treasure. Her eyes, they were so gorgeous! I grinned like a moron. “I know, sweetie. You take such good care of me.”

She kissed my cheek, and I felt the warm tickle of it lingering there long afterward. Every little bit of affection from her was a precious gift.

Lisette’s brother arrived a few days later. It was a Friday, and Lise had taken the day off to help him move in. I was uneasy as I drove home from work. Having a troubled young stranger sleeping on our sofa was an uncomfortable thought. I liked my privacy, and Lisette hadn’t even discussed the matter with me before agreeing to let her brother stay. Wasn’t it our apartment, not just her apartment?

I shook these thoughts from my head. Lisette was showing kindness to the most vulnerable member of her family – how could I be so selfish as to resent her for that?

I stepped inside our apartment and neatly hung up my keys and my coat as I regarded the unfamiliar pair of well-loved-looking Chuck Taylors nesting amongst our shoes. Immediately a very ‘Lisette’ type of thought occurred to me – he needed some new shoes, or at least to give those a good cleaning. It was a surreal sort of moment, as I recognized very quickly that I would never have had such thoughts without Lise’s influence. In fact, I used to wear a terribly worn but comfortable set of sneakers when we first met, and it took her no time to remark upon them. When I first realized that a gorgeous girl was paying attention to me, I had been more than willing to throw away my favourite shoes to please her.

After leaving my sensible work shoes next to our guest’s high tops, I entered the living area, following the sound of two voices chatting away in French. They paused their conversation and looked beylikdüzü escort up at me with twin pairs of warm hazel eyes.

I was breathless. The resemblance between Lisette and Julien was startling. Julien was taller, thinner, paler, and with slightly shorter hair and a stronger bone structure, but he certainly had Lisette’s gorgeous eyes. His mouth, too, was like hers – soft, full lips with a natural pink blush, and a hidden smirk lingering at the edges. I looked at Lise’s mouth, and then her brother’s. Somehow, in some way I could not identify, his mouth was even more beautiful. He looked like someone who could trigger an apocalypse if he smiled, and so he carefully did not.

I felt dopey standing there, speechless, staring at a teenage boy, but he drew my eyes like a bright splotch of colour on a white landscape. His elegant, youthful features concealed far more than a smile. There was a whole world behind them, rigidly suppressed. I was slightly in awe of him, and simultaneously wary and tense.

“Hi,” he said at last.

“Hi,” I echoed. My eyes slid over to Lise, who was giving me one of her Looks – one I knew well. It was the Look she gave me anytime she expected me to act like a normal person and be sociable.

“Pleased to meet you,” I added at last, moving closer to him and extending a hand, though these things had never come naturally to me. “I’m Cody.”

“Julien,” he replied. His hand was thin, soft, and cool, and gripped mine with the delicate caution of unfamiliarity. “Um… thanks for, like… letting me stay.”

I almost told him it was his sister he should be thanking, but did not truly want him to think I was opposed to his presence. “It’s okay.” I shifted from foot to foot, glancing at Lisette again. She seemed to be disapproving in some aspect, but I could not guess what she was expecting of me.

“Why don’t I get started on dinner?” I suggested, needing to fill the silence. “You two can… keep on catching up.”

Julien glanced between the two of us. “Um, you guys… don’t have to feed me, or anything. I don’t wanna be a mooch – I can fend for myself.”

“Nonsense!” Lisette assured him. “I know if you’re left to your own devices, you’ll eat nothing but fries and gravy, or pizza. None of that filth in our household, right, Cody?”

She went on without waiting for me to respond: “There’s nothing but good, nutritious food in this household, and we’re going to keep you healthy and fed as long as you’re with us. It’s really no more work to cook for three than for two.”

I nodded. “Sure. I’ll just….” I let my sentence trail off as I retreated into the kitchen. The ambient noise of them continuing their conversation in French lulled me into a haze as I prepared dinner.

There wasn’t room enough in our little apartment for a proper kitchen table, but there was an island that, besides providing extra counter space, served as a separator between the kitchen and living room, and as an eating area. It had room for exactly three chairs, side by side. I felt like an outsider as we sat there in a row, with Lisette in the middle. They spoke mostly in French, though I realized belatedly that Lise was doing at least 75 percent of the talking. Julien was soft-spoken, kept his sentences brief, and seemed to give away little emotion in his voice, whereas Lisette was dramatic and her tone regularly climbed up to boisterous excitement and descended to bitterness or vitriol. Every time she took on that low, disapproving tone, I felt a knot form in my stomach.

I had prepared Lisette’s favourite rosemary chicken, with asparagus and yam on the side. Keeping in mind that Julien especially enjoyed fries, I’d cut the yams into little wedges, tossed them in oil and salt, and baked them to vaguely resemble fries. He devoured them with lots of ketchup, but only picked at the rest.

Lisette turned to me suddenly in the middle of their conversation. “You can get my brother a part-time job at your work!” she said brightly. Without waiting for a response, she turned back to Julien: “Cody’s job is pretty lame, but he likes it there. He can get you a position doing some general labour or something.”

I cleared my throat slightly. “I’m not sure of that, actually.”

She turned to me again. “What? Of course you can! Come on, Cody – we need you to do your part here.”

“Really, don’t…” Julien mumbled.

“It should be no trouble at all!” Lise continued.

“Sweetie,” I said patiently, “I’m just one of the guys that works in the QA department….”

“I know what your job is – I’m not an idiot!”

“No, I didn’t mean…. That is, I just have no say over these things. I can’t just… get people jobs.”

“Jeez, Cody! I understand you’re not the hiring manager!” She rolled her eyes with intense exasperation. “Is it so beyond you to find the guts to talk to your boss or something?”

I placidly chewed on an asparagus tip and swallowed before responding. “I don’t know, Lise. I’m not sure my boss even knows who I am. I don’t really, um… I don’t think it would be appropriate.”

“I swear!” she huffed. “You boys are so helpless!”

Julien and I met eyes briefly behind her back, and then returned to our plates.

“I can handle myself,” he said softly after a few minutes of silent eating.

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Author’s Note: I sincerely apologize for the delay of the story. I could talk about the events in my life of the past months that prevented me from being able to finish the story the way that I wanted to, but I know that everyone is more concerned with the story. I do appreciate the e-mails from people both with praise and criticism. Brian and Evan’s tale is actually winding down, so I expect to have it finished soon with two three more chapters. Please enjoy.

Chapter 10: Fallen Stars

I reached out my hand to touch Brian’s face, but he flinched a little before holding it there with his own hand. I had never seen him like this. When I felt the wetness on his cheeks, my heart broke and I finally completely understood his concern.

“Now do you see why I would never go back to Noah?” he whispered.

“Bri, I had no idea.”

“It’s not exactly something that comes up in everyday conversation,” he chuckled dryly.

“What happened?”

“I’m not even sure how it all started anymore.” He rubbed his hands over his eyes. “You know that Noah’s a small guy, but he was usually on top in bed. Whenever he couldn’t afford cocaine, he would drink. When he drank, he got angry. One night he came home and punched me when I told him how I didn’t want to put up with him while he was drunk. He apologized, and we made love, but he kept hitting me while we had sex and telling me that he loved me. I was so stupid and so insecure that I believed every word he said. Somehow the pain started working its way into our sex life all of the time. I got him to stop hitting me in the face, but that meant that the beating intensified in other places. Sometimes I couldn’t comfortably sit down or wear short sleeve shirts. The last time that we had sex before we broke up, he had gotten so high that I don’t think he was aware of how badly he was hurting me despite how loudly I begged him to stop. I never hit him back because I was afraid that I would hurt him more since I was bigger.” Brian paused for a second to clear his throat. “No, that’s a lie. I didn’t hit him back because I loved him and I thought he loved me, only he had a different way of showing it. I ended up in the hospital. After I got out, he tried apologizing, but the combination of the drugs and the beatings was too much. I told him to leave, and thankfully, he did.”

“Brian, I’m so sorry.”

“Why? Because you’re shacked up with an idiot?”

“No, Brian, I am not ‘shacked up with an idiot.’ I’m sorry because you had to go through that. You know you’re worth so much. You’re so sweet and beautiful and brilliant—”

“Right, because it’s my brilliance that allowed me to be beaten all the time.” He sat up and got out of the bed.

I jumped up right after him and stopped him from leaving the room. His shoulders were shaking with his tears as I hugged him from behind. “You’re creative, and you’re caring, and you mean more to me than anything else in my life.” I turned him around in my arms. “I love you, and I will spend the rest of my life protecting you from all the Noahs out there who would even dream of hurting you.” His head dropped slightly. “Look at me, Bri. I will never hurt you like that. You don’t have to pretend to be strong all the time because you think that I’ll take advantage of that moment of weakness. You can cry on me, you can break down on me, you can lose your mind on me, and I’m still going to love you just the same.”

That burst open the floodgates. Brian seemed to become dead weight against me as the tears poured out. I think that having Noah re-introduced into his life hurt him a lot more than I realized, and he had not yet had the chance to talk to anyone like Kennedy Blaine. For the first time, I rocked and held him as he cried. Brian had never let himself slip when he was with me; he was in complete control of his darker emotions. I led us back into the bed and rolled him so that his face was pressed into my chest. Once his cries had died down to sobs and a mild case of the hiccups, I moved myself so that I was face to face with him.

“I’m going to make an appointment with Dr. Blaine,” I said, “but I want you to come with me.”

He silently nodded his head and cuddled himself back into my chest. I could tell that he had finally gone to sleep when I noticed that his hiccups had stopped and his breathing was more regular. I held him all night. I couldn’t think of anything else I could do.

I woke up early the next morning and carefully released Brian. I quietly fished around in Brian’s pants, looking for the keys to his apartment. I knew that I couldn’t fully comprehend what he went through without seeing it. I was so busy cursing Noah that I almost forgot to turn off the alarm as I slipped out of the apartment. After letting myself into the apartment, I found the tape right where he had left it on the VCR and began to play it.

The tape picked up with Noah pressing himself into Brian and violently kissing him. Noah, who was still clothed, grabbed Brian by the balls and commanded avrupa yakası escort him to roll over. Without any foreplay or lubrication, he drove himself into Brian and caused him to cry out in pain. No sooner had the sound escaped Brian’s lips than Noah smacked him in the back of the head.

You better not start that crying shit or I’ll make it even worse for you.

I watched in horror as Noah savagely pounded Brian to the verge of splitting him wide open. The camera was far from the bed, but I was almost certain that I could see that Brian’s ass was bleeding. Noah raked his fingernails across Brian’s back and held him firmly against the bed with one hand on Brian’s neck. Every time that Brian made some kind of noise, Noah would beat him with his fist until he seemed satisfied that Brian was quiet enough. It lasted for about fifteen minutes, and then I heard Noah cry out and roll off Brian. They both lay there for a few moments until Brian got up to turn off the camera. He walked directly in front of it as he was turning it off, and it was very obvious that he was not even hard without any evidence of relief. Noah didn’t even have the decency to make sure that Brian at least got off on it all. I truly had to wonder how Brian had ever convinced himself that he loved this monster. I rewound the tape and put it back where I got it. I locked up Brian’s apartment, went back upstairs and turned on the alarm as if I had never left.

Brian was still asleep. Thank God. I took off my clothes and went into the kitchen. I may have been a terrible cook, but I damn well tried. It wasn’t anything fancy: some runny scrambled eggs, over cooked bacon, toast, and some strawberries that I bought at a corner market. I poured two glasses of orange juice and made two cups of black coffee. I carried it all back on a tray into the extra bedroom.

I put the tray on the nightstand. I smoothed back Brian’s hair from his temples and kissed those first. I moved on to kiss his cheeks, his earlobes, his neck, and back up again. He was already awake when I started my second rotation, but I wanted to keep going anyway.

“What smells so good?” he murmured.

“You,” I said, continuing to kiss his face.

“Kiss-ass.”

“You want me to?”

My joke got something of a chuckle out of him. He sat up and I passed him the tray of food. “I thought I’d let you know just how special you are.”

“Runny scrambled eggs, over cooked bacon, toast, and those strawberries you bought at the corner market.”

“You make it sound so appetizing.”

He leaned in and kissed me. “I love you, too, baby.”

I ran my hand up and down his leg while he ate. Once he finished the eggs and toast, he took a loud, crispy bite of his bacon and looked at me.

“What?” I asked.

“You’re looking at me differently.”

“How so?”

“I don’t know. Something is different. Come here.”

His hand moved to the back of my neck and pulled my head to his. Our lips met, but Brian broke it off fairly quickly.

“You’re kissing me differently.”

“Bri, I really don’t understand wha—”

“I love you,” he said suddenly.

I was almost trying to finish saying what I had started, but I came out with a confused, “I love you, too, Brian.”

His deep, blue eyes locked onto my face and then became cloudy with pain. I never knew how he had known, but I suppose it was a testament to how we were bonded to each other in a way that no one else could touch. His voice was barely audible. “You watched the tape, didn’t you?”

“Yea, Bri, I did.”

“Why? Why would you want to see that?”

“Because I needed to understand what you went through. I had to know.”

“But now you just pity me.”

“Oh, is that what you think is going on? No, Brian. If you think that what I feel now is pity, you’re absolutely wrong. All I can feel when I look at you is sheer awe and admiration for someone who went through so much and pulled it all together in the end.”

He seemed to think about this for a while. My hand had never left his leg while we were talking. I resumed stroking him, which seemed to make him relax a little. He finished off the strawberries and bacon and moved the tray aside. I slid back under the covers with him and let him snuggle up closely. It seemed like he was listening to the beating of my heart. I heard him quietly humming as he kissed my chest. I ran my fingers through his hair and down his back, causing him to laugh and shiver. It felt good to hear him laugh.

“Brian, I want to make love to you,” I said.

“Yes,” he said. “I love you so much, Evan.”

I reached over to the nightstand and picked up the lube. I squirted some onto my fingers and began to gently loosen up Brian’s hole. When I had finished, I moved myself to the edge of the bed. Brian sat up and looked questioningly at me.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I want to do it like this,” I said. “Sit on my lap.”

He smiled istanbul escort and complied. His legs rested on either side of my thighs as he sat on me. My penis easily slipped into him and we both sighed. In that position, he was in the perfect position for my tongue to play around with his nipples. He sat on me for a few minutes, completely impaled, while we kissed, licked, and ran our hands all over each others bodies. Mostly we just held each other and waited. Eventually, I picked him up by his butt cheeks and started to slowly lift him off me and lower him again. We kept up the same painfully slow, yet incredibly beautiful, pace. It wasn’t about someone getting off, it wasn’t about reaching any sort of goal. It was simply me connected to Brian on a strong emotional level, and he was connected to me in the same way. After nearly an hour of the slow sex, I think I had finally begun to wear him down. He had orgasmed twice, but I was still going strong, concentrating and stopping myself every time I felt like I was going to go over the edge. I rolled him over on his back so that he could at least lie down, but I kept the same pace. His legs wrapped around me and pushed down on my back, bringing me in closer to him, driving me deeper into his body. His eyes were closed in pleasurable silence, and his mouth was stretched into a smile of pure content. I leaned in to kiss him, and before I knew it, I was shooting into him, completely buried inside.

Brian lowered his legs as I crumbled into a heap on top of him.

I leaned over and whispered into his ear, “I love you, Brian Davis.”

He only sighed in response. I didn’t need to hear him say the same; I already knew how much we meant to each other.

*** Little did I know that the tape marked the beginning of the end. That night, when the two of us came in from a great Italian dinner, the phone rang. Mark called saying that Maria had been particularly down recently, so he was making arrangements for the whole family to come up and visit and then go on to visit Mom and Uncle James. I asked them to stay with me; Brian and I needed to move his bed upstairs anyway since the end of the month was quickly approaching and he needed to get out of there. We had packed boxes and moved clothing up the elevator, but there was still more to finish. They insisted that they stay at a hotel, justifying themselves by saying there was no way that Brian and I were ready to handle three infants. I could not dispute their reasoning. They were coming on Saturday.

I laid back into the cushions of the sofa. I wasn’t sure what Brian was doing, but he emerged from the bedroom when someone knocked on the door. I lifted myself to answer it.

“What do you want?” I sneered.

Noah Meyers stared blankly at me with that innocent face that he seemed to have mastered. “Hello, Evan. I was looking for Brian.”

I glared at him fiercely through half-clenched eyes. “I can’t imagine why.”

“Am I not allowed to talk to my friends? Christ, I hope you don’t try to control Brian like this.”

“With friends like you…”

“Look, I’m not trying to start any trouble. Will you let me talk to Brian?”

I knew that Brian was right around the corner, but I reasoned that he would have already come out if he wanted to talk to Noah. “You’re not going to order me around in my own apartment. Besides, Brian isn’t here. He’s probably downstairs in his own apartment. You have a key; why don’t you let yourself in like you usually do?”

He got very silent and studied me for a moment. “I don’t have my key anymore. I lost it a couple of weeks ago, but even so, I never once used it to get into Brian’s apartment.”

I had to laugh out loud at that one. “Oh, right. So I suppose the tape of you beating the shit of Brian simply walked into his apartment and buried itself in the couch.”

“How did you get that?” he growled quietly.

“Why don’t you tell me?”

“If I knew, I would certainly kick the shit out of the guy who gave it to you. No one was ever supposed to see that.”

“That’s a good cover. You’ve actually got me convinced,” I said sarcastically.

“I sincerely don’t know how the hell all of this happened,” he said. His tone grew dark and serious. “I did NOT have anything to do with giving you that tape. I love Brian. Do you think that I would deliberately humil—”

“Have a nice evening, Mr. Meyers.” I slammed the door in his face and locked it. Enough was enough.

Brian was sitting on the couch with a magazine in hand, looking completely undisturbed. He casually lifted his head and looked at me. “I don’t buy his story,” he said.

I plucked the magazine from his hand and sat on his lap. I leaned in and began to gently suck on his bottom lip. I felt his hands moving up my back. The phone ringing again broke us apart.

“Hello,” I answered.

“E-Evan?”

“Jane?” I said incredulously.

Brian crossed over from the couch and took my hand in his.

“Hi. I’ve been mecidiyeköy escort trying to get in touch with you. I-I think we really need to talk. About Laura.”

“That sounds good,” I responded timidly.

“Alright, I’ll be right over.”

Shit. That was the last thing in the world I wanted. She had tried to break in earlier! “Uh, actually we’re pretty busy right now. We’ve been moving things around and the apartment is a mess. Do you think we could just talk on the phone?” Brian squeezed my hand.

“Evan, this is pretty important.”

“I know, but… Isn’t there sometime we can meet later?”

“I’m not sure,” she said. “I’m going to be pretty busy with work for the rest of the week.” She chuckled on the other end of the phone. “It’s not as if I’ve never seen your place when it’s messy.”

“I know, Jane, but things are very cluttered and congested right now. How about I meet you tomorrow for lunch or something?”

The line went very silent for a moment before I heard her voice again. “That’s fine. Where do you want to meet?”

“Does Washington Square Park sound good? We can meet at about 1 o’clock and figure out where to go from there.”

“That’s fine. I’ll see you then.”

“Bye.”

Another pause. “Bye.”

I slowly hung up the phone and sighed in relief. Jane may have been my best friend, but her suspicious behavior was too much for me to ignore. Brian, still holding my hand, led me to the couch. We sat down face to face without saying anything for a few moments.

“Any thoughts?” I asked, finally breaking the silence.

“Yes, I want you to cancel.”

“I do, too, but at least I bought myself some time. I couldn’t think of anything fast enough.”

“Well, there’s not much that can happen in public during lunchtime. I suppose you should be fine. Her behavior is just making me nervous.”

“I am a big boy,” I pointed out.

“I know you are,” he growled and nipped my neck. Responding to the heat of his body and the feeling of his lips on my skin, I began to pull of his shirt with a fervor that matched his own hips grinding against me. I had just unzipped him when there was a knock at the door.

“I SWEAR on my granddaddy’s beard! I can hear y’all through the door. Don’t you ever take it into the bedroom?”

Brian fumbled to slip his shirt back on while moaning, “Don’t let her in! Whatever you do don’t let her in!”

I snickered to myself as I rose to let Erica in. She stood on the other side of the door with the aura and poise of royalty. She briskly walked into the living room and turned to face both Brian and myself. “Well, it’s nice to know that one of you still has manners.” She smirked as he zipped his pants. Next, she put on a brilliant smile and in her sweetest voice she said, “Mr. Alexander, could you excuse us for a moment? Mr. Davis and I have a few things to talk about.”

Realizing that she probably wanted to talk about last night, I excused myself saying that I smelled from moving around boxes all day. I went to go jump in the shower.

I undressed while I let the water run hot. Once the steam was running out of the shower stall, I stepped into the nearly scalding hot water. I ran the washcloth over my body, scrubbing at the grime and smell from all the dirt and dust that had accumulated in Brian’s apartment. I washed the back of my neck and traveled down to my back. Feeling one of my fingers lightly scraping my back, I suddenly remembered how Noah had so viciously clawed at Brian on the video tape. I winced and tried to put the images out of mind, but everyone knows that it’s even harder not to think of something when you’re trying hard to focus on something else. I let one muffled sob escape my lips before I finished and turned the water off. There was no way I was going to show how much Noah really got to me. I would have his head on a pike before I let him anywhere near Brian again.

I went back into the living room where Brian and Erica still seemed locked in an intense conversation.

“I really didn’t mean to sound so harsh, Erica,” Brian said. He held out his hand for me and pulled me into his lap. “It’s that I wanted to tell Evan privately; you had as much of a right to know as he did, but given the circumstances, I felt like I needed to tell him first.” He nuzzled his head into my shoulder, and I ran my hand across his back.

“Apology accepted, Bri, but if you ever speak to me like that again, I’m going to cut off your balls and sell them as mountain oysters.”

“Mountain oysters?” I asked.

“They’re bull testicles,” she said, smiling brightly.

Brian laughed loudly, and I made a gagging noise.

“Brian is big, but he’s not that big,” I joked. He playfully punched my arm.

After that, the conversation came to a pause. Erica began to stare blankly into some corner of the room, and Brian and I became lost in holding each other. I mindlessly ran my fingers through his hair as he rested his head. Erica was now reclining on the couch, eyes closed. At some point, I must have fallen asleep as well because the next thing I realized was that I was curled up still in Brian’s lap, and there were some noises coming from the kitchen. I turned my head as Erica came back in with a soda in her hand.

I smiled sleepily at her. “We all dozed off, didn’t we?”

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As I reached 40 years of age and been divorced for the last six years I began to find that I had become fed up of dating and getting nowhere. I’d gone a whole year without sex and had become so used to wanking in front of the DVD’s that I had in my collection. I’d been on a few dates over the last year but I always felt that the women were looking for something more than a meal and casual sex. I didn’t want the complications of a relationship as my marriage had been a really difficult one. My two daughters who are in their early twenties had suffered greatly from the turmoil within the family. My wife had left me for someone she had met at the Gym and to be honest it was a blessing in disguise as I felt that each day we were together was becoming tiresome.

Both my daughters lived at home with me even though they were adults. We have a great relationship and often do things together. I suppose being the only one there for them it was natural that I went shopping with them. They would both have a little fun with me dragging me into lingerie shops and holding up underwear for me to look at and become embarrassed by.

A couple of months ago the girls asked if they would be okay to have a girly get together at the house with a few of their friends and for them to stay over. I said yes of course and offered to go and stay at a friends house so that they would have privacy.But they both refused this. They often walked around the house in crop top t-shirts and shorts. I have to admit that sometimes I would look at them and get erotic thoughts about them. I put this down to the fact that I was incredibly frustrated. I did sometmes peek in their rooms at night and watch them sleeping just to get a look at their breasts rising and falling and to see the shorts pulled tight to their trim arses. On occasion my cock would get hard and I’d have to go and have a wank. Both the girls said it would be cool to have me around the house when their friends were there.

The night of the sleepover came around and to be honest I was looking forward to it. I bought a lot of food and wine for the girls and set them up for the evening. Around 7.30pm their friends began to arrive. I greeted them all as they arrived and like a waiter offered them a glass of wine as they came in. There were 5 girls in total staying that night including my girls.

Around 10pm I was in the kitchen when my eldest daughter Sara came in.

“We’re going to play some games dad fancy joining us? she asked.

“No I’m going to finish this beer then head up to my room, but thanks for asking love” I replied.

With that I drained my beer and began to walk through the living room beşiktaş escort to head towards the stairs. As I walked in all the girls were looking at me and my other daughter Louise said to me,

“Sit here with me dad.”

“I’m going to head off up to bed Louise so have fun, okay” I replied.

“Awh come on dad don’t be a spoilsport join the fun,” she said.

“Yes come on dad even just for an hour,” Sara added.

“Okay then just for an hour.”

I sat down next to Louise and looked at the other girls who were there. Like Sara and Louise they were in their twenties and were very pretty. Trying to be discreet I looked at each of them in turn. Like a dirty old man I looked them up and down taking in the size of their breasts and the curves of their bodies. By this time they had all changed into their nightwear which was very similar to what my girls wore. I noticed one of the friends who Louise had introduced me to earlier as Clare was sat with her legs to the side of her. Her shorts had risen high up her leg and I could see the whole of the left cheek of her arse. She must have seen me staring because she looked at me and smiled but didn’t move position.

“So here’s what we are doing,” Sara said, “I will ask a question and you have to answer it truthfully, if I think you are lying you have to perform a forfeit.”

“Louise I’m going to start with you. What age did you have your first kiss?” she asked.

“I was a late starter,” she said laughing, “unlike you I was 15.”

“Okay Clare when was the first time you sucked cock?”

“Sara,” I said “I’m not comfortable with that I think it’s time to go to bed for me.”

With that I got up. Unfortunately for me I didn’t realise that my dick had began to swell from looking at the girls in their nightwear. It was too late for me to do anything as it was pushing on the inside of my clothes and was clearly visible.

“My god dad what have you been thinking about then,” Sara said laughing.

I felt myself blushing and inadvertantly looked down at myself and covered the bulge with my hand. I mummbled apologies and fled the room. I went into my bedroom and stripped down to my boxer shorts then lay on my bed. I couldn’t believe I’d let that happen in front of my daughters friends, what would they think of me. I must admit though the thought of all the girls staring at the bulge in my pants did get me a little excited. My hand automatically went to my dick and took it out. Holding it in my hand I closed my eyes and began to stroke it slowly. I had visions of my daughters friends stood watching me masturbate and I got şişli escort more and more excited. My hand got faster and faster on my cock as I envisioned fucking the girls one by one or having my cock sucked whilst everyone looked on. I could feel the cum rising in me and squeezed tighter and pumped harder. I let out a little moan as the cum ejected itself from the end of my cock. It had been a few days since my last wank so there was a decent amount of it. As the last drops oozed out of my cock I opened my eyes. I looked up and stood in the doorway was Clare, just staring at me and saying nothing.

“How long have you been there,” I stumbled the words out.

“Long enough,” she said. “Sara asked me to get one of her toys from her room.”

I looked puzzled, “Toys?” I asked.

“Vibrator,” she said with a smile.

Again I felt myself blushing.

“Thanks for the show, maybe I can return the favour sometime,” she said and then walked off.

I was mortified what would they think of me if Clare tells them what she had just seen. I cleaned myself up and got into bed and eventually drifted off to sleep.

A few hours later I woke up with a thirst. The house was quiet so I went to the kitchen and got myself a drink. On my way back to my room I could see the door to Louise’s room was open and little light shone in through the open door. Not being able to stop myself I peeked in. There were two of the girls in there as well as Louise. I could see that one of them was lay with her head on Louise’s shoulder and her hand was settled between my daughter’s thighs. The other girl was lay on the other bed in the room. Her top had shifted slightly and her left breast was peeping out of the bottom of it. I stood staring at her. It wasn’t very big but had a perfect nipple in the middle that from what I could see was erect. I felt the stiring in my cock as I began to become aroused again. Stepping back I turned to walk away and went past Sara’s room. As I passed it I heard gentle moans coming from the room. Again I looked in through the barely open door. My daughter was lay there on the bed naked and Clare had her face buried between the legs of Sara. I watched her tongue probe deep into Sara. I found myself staring at my daughter being tongue fucked by her friend and this time my cock was fully erect. Hoping that I couldn’t be seen I eased my cock from my boxer shorts and began to slowly masturbate. I felt a little uncomfortable staring not only at my daughters cunt being licked and probed and seeing her pert breasts rising and falling but also the fact that but at he fact that it was so fucking horny. After bahçeşehir escort a couple of minutes of licking Sara, Clare stood up and peeled off her nightwear, revealing to me a gorgeous body. Her breasts were larger than Sara’s and her nipples were more pronounced. She eased herself above Sara’s face and leaning against the wall began to move her hips in time with Sara’s tongue. By this time my cock was throbbing and the feeling was incredible. I watched the pleasure on her face as the orgasm built up inside her. I watch the muscles on her arse tighten as she let out a little moan saying, “Oh fuck Sara I’m coming, if only your dad was here to watch.”

I stepped back in shock, “did she know I was there watching?” Impossible she was too engrossed to know if I was there. I leaned back in and saw Sara lay on the bed fucking herself with a vibrator. I watched as she slowly slid it in and out. I was enjoying the show she was obviously putting on for Clare. At this point Clare went out of my view and I continued to watch the vibrator filling my daughters hole. After a minute of two Clare appeared back in my view and I watched her take hold of the vibrator and move it to Sara’s mouth.

“Suck it” she said “imagine it’s your dad’s cock in your mouth” and with that she turned and looked straight at me.

I was like a rabbit caught in the headlights. I couldn’t move. Clare stood up and walked to the door and opened it. I couldn’t move. I just stared at her as she took my hand and guided me into the room. Bending over Sara she forced the vibrator into the parting cunt lips and began to move it in and out. Sara looked at me and smiled but said nothing, a look of pure pleasure on her face. Clare reached back and took hold of my still erect cock and guided it into her mouth. I nearly screamed with pleasure as her lips parted and closed on my cock, flicking the end of it with her tongue. By now I was too far gone to care that my daughter was being fucked in my full view. After a minute Clare stood up whilst still fucking Sara with the vibrator and then bent over guiding my cock inside her hot wet pussy. A moan left both our mouths as the heat and intensity of her pussy enveloped my cock. I frantically began to pump away at her, my orgasm building with every thrust. I couldn’t hold back any longer and once agian that evening my cock began to empty its juice only this time it was into a hot wet pussy and not may hand. As I emptied I felt her pelvic muscles contract as the orgasm swept over her body. She began to cum as did Sara who by this time was panting hard. I looked at Sara as she began to cum onto the vibrator, she cried out “fuck, fuck, fuck I’m cumming.” Her legs began to tremble as the orgasm shook her whole body.

I stepped away from Clare and watched as Sara writhed on the bed wishing that it was my cock doing that to her.

My cock began to harden at the sight of Sara sated and drained on the bed….What happened next is another story for later.

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Lilliana stood before her enormous amount of designer clothing that decorated the four long racks of her walk in closet. “It’s amazing how one person can have so much stuff, yet they can’t find a thing to wear,” she sighed to her best friend Sara who was lounging on the blue satin sheets that decorated her large heart shaped bed. Sara rolled her eyes impatiently and jumped off the bed to join her friend.

“Just go take your bath already. I’ll pick something for you,” she said.

“But I can’t find a thing,” Lilliana wined.

“Then go naked,” Sara joked. Lilliana gave her a playful shove in the arm.

“Yeah, mom and dad would love that,” she said.

“They’re throwing this ball for you right?” Sara asked. Lilliana nodded. “Well, I say: COME AS YOU ARE!”

“I’ll just have the people at Versace run something over. Megan knows what I like.” Lilliana removed her short white tennis dress and grabbed a towel. Sara glanced at her friends naked body. Lilliana didn’t mind the fact that her friend was a bi-sexual. She herself had been with a woman once, but for some reason never did it again. They had been friends since they met at a boarding school in France eight years ago. They both came from extremely wealthy families. Plenty of girls they knew were bi, but Lilliana didn’t consider herself one.

Sara wasn’t wure if her friend knew that she wanted her, she thought she kept it well hidden. Now as she watched her undress, she felt warm. Lilliana stood at 5’5″ with a great toned body. Long legs, small waist, firm round ass, perky little 36b size breasts. Her hair was so blond it was almost white which went well with her soft tan and deep blue eyes.

“Alright,” Lilliana breathed as she walked across the room to her own bathroom. “I’ll be out in twenty. Call Megan and tell her: something stunning in black a.s.a.p.”

“Will do,” Sara said, momentarily slipping out of her trance to jump back on the bed and grab the phone. She felt the warmth between her own firm tan thighs as she watched Lilliana’s ass sway back and forth until she disappeared into the bathroom. A few seconds later, she heard the bath running and some smelled the faint scent of the lavender bubble bath.

Sara pulled the scrunchie from her silky brown curls, causing them to tumble over her shoulders and down her back. She slowly ran her hand through her hair and closed her eyes. Taking in slow deep breaths of the sweet fragrance, she ran her hand over her plump 38c breasts that were held firmly in place by her tight sports top. Her nipple began to poke through. She fantasized about sitting in the tub with Lilliana. Kissing her softly. Sucking on her pink nipples. Sliding her hand between her wet pussy lips. Sara’s breathing deepened. She pulled at her esenyurt escort nipples with one hand and slowly rubbed her crotch with the other. Even through her tennis skirt/panty set, she could feel her own pussy getting wet and her clit standing at attention. She moaned softly when she pulled her panties to the side and slid two of her fingers deep inside her pussy. She envisioned tasting her friend. Making her moan. Just pleasuring her the way no man could.

“Hey! What did she say?” Lilliana yelled out from the bathroom. Sara snapped back to reality, blushing, even though she knew Lilliana was still in the tub.

“What?” she called.

“Megan. What did she say?” Sara fumbled for the phone and a response. She was so caught up, she forgot to call.

“Oh, yeah, Meagan,” she stalled, looking around the room as if she were going to find an answer. “Um, she, ah, I uh… Oh, I mean I forgot the number!”

“What?” Lilliana asked. “Girl get your ass in here.” Sara jumped off the bed with a smile. ‘Calm down’ she thought. ‘If I go in all red faced, Lilliana is gonna ask what was up.’ She stepped into the steam filled bathroom.

“Now what did you say?” Lilliana asked as she lay in the tub. She lifted her leg to shave. Sara watched the soap slide down her smooth skin.

“I forgot the number,” she said simply. Lilliana smiled.

“You’re just lazy. It’s speed dial four.” As Sara punched in the number she asked, “What are you shaving for? I thought you shaved this morning.”

“Just in case,” Lilliana replied. “You never know who you’ll meet at your twenty first birthday ball.” Sara rolled her eyes with a smile and handed the phone to her friend.

“It’s ringing,” she said. “I’m gonna head home and get ready. I’ll see ya later.”

“What are you wearing anyway,” Lilliana asked.

“Don’t know yet. I’m just like you. A closet full of shit and nothing to wear.” The girls giggled. Sara gave a little wave as she closed the door behind her. She stood in the room with her back against the bathroom door. She took in a deep breath. Her heart was pounding in her throat.

“Boy, what I would do to be in that tub,” she whispered.

9 o’clock rolled around quickly. Lilliana was stunning in her strapless low cut black dress. She wore a 21 diamond necklace, one for every year, and diamond earrings to match. They shimmered with every move she made. She searched the crowd for her friend, but couldn’t seem to find her.

Time wore on and after a few glasses of champagne and meaningless mingling, Lilliana got bored. “Pardon me mum,” an old English butler said.

“Yes, what is it?” Lilliana asked. He held out a piece of paper. “For you,” he said. Lilliana took the istanbul escort paper and opened it up.

‘come to the 2nd floor guess room, it’s a surprise! happy b-day!’ There was no signature. Lilliana looked up to ask who it was from, but the butler was gone. She decided to head upstairs. This party was boring anyway. She opened the door to the second floor guest room and flicked the switch. Nothing. Music from the radio filled the room.

“Ssshhh, close the door,” a voice whispered in the darkness. Lilliana did what she was told.

“What’s going on? Who’s in here? Why is it dark in here?” she asked.

“Ssshhh,” came from behind her. Lilliana jumped when she felt a soft hand gluid across her shoulder and down her arm. Then for some reason, she became relaxed. She felt soft kisses on the back of her neck.

“I just want you to relax,” the voice whispered again. More kisses down her neck. She felt warm breath on her ear as a tongue slowly licked behind it, down her neck and to the middle of her back.

Lilliana didn’t know if it was the glasses of champagne, but her body tingled. A rush of excitement ran through her. Not knowing who this person was that was now releasing the buttons down the back of her dress and letting it fall to the floor. She didn’t know who’s soft hands now caressed her ass and trailed kissed on the cheeks, but as she got caught in the feeling she didn’t care.

Sara’s heart raced kneeling on the floor, caressing Lilliana’s soft skin. She managed to arrive late enough to the party to make sure there were a lot of people there. She slipped the note to the butler and told him to give it to Lilliana at ten o’clock and not to reveal who it was from. Fom there, she ran up to the room, turned on the radio and unplugged the lights. She stripped down to her bra and panties and closed the heavy drapes, leaving the room in total darkness. She stood behind the door, hoping this plan would work. Now here she was, on her knees, her friend standing before her, in nothing but her thongs.

Sara ran her hands up and down Lilliana’s legs, kissing every inch of her softly. She heard Lilliana sigh as she crawled her way to the front and softly rubbed her crotch. Sara stood, led Lilliana to the bed and laied her down with her hands behind her back.

“Don’t move your hands,” Sara whispered.

“I won’t,” Lilliana replied. Sara smiled to herself and sat next to her beautiful friend. She leaned in and slowly traced her nipples with her tongue. One by one, then pulling them in her mouth, sucking softly. Lilliana moaned. Sara continued down her stomach and to her thighs. She moved herself to lie between Lilliana’s legs. She pulled off Lilliana’s thongs, and tossed them beylikdüzü escort to the side. Sara put her lips inches from Lilliana’s love. She inhaled the sent of her sex. Her head began to spin. It was all she could do to keep from plunging her fingers in her own pussy.

Sara placed her lips on Lilliana’s clit. As if she were savoring the moment, her tongue circled and danced slowly around.

Lilliana moaned at the incredible pleasure she was feeling. Her mind swimming. She thought less and less about who it was. Now she didn’t care. She rolled her hips slowly. Matching the rythm of the tongue.

Sara felt the movement of Lilliana’s hops and picked up the pace, now flicking her tongue up and down Lilliana’s clit. She slid two fingers inside her wet pussy, palm side up. She pressed upward and felt Lilliana’s lips tighten, her body twitch and knew she hit the ‘g’ spot.

“Uuuuuhhhh godddd yes,” Lilliana moaned. Sara pumped her hand bock and forth and continued to suck hungrily away at Lilliana’s stiff clit. Not being able to hold back anymore, she shoved her free hand between her legs and began to rub frantically away at her own throbbing soaked pussy. It ached, begging for release.

Lilliana was now in high gear. With her hands planted under her, she lifted her hips. Not knowing who it was, and by now not caring, she grinded her hips. These fingers in her pussy. This tongue on her clit, caused her juices to flow. She fucked the tongue and fingers with force moaning and panting. She had never felt this before. The smell of her sex and the kissing sounds of the fingers fucking her pussy filled the air. Her heart pounded and her body shook. She was ready to explode.

“I’m gonna cum! Oh goddd I’m gonna cum!” she squealed.

Sara’s hand pumped so fast it became a blurr. Her lips hurt from sucking. All she could do was flick her tongue back and forth, up and down Lilliana’s clit faster than she thought possible. Lilliana’s screams of pleasure had sent her over the edge. Lilliana’s body tightened, and her pussy clamped around Sara’s fingers. She shook with intensity from the mind melting orgasm, her cum filling Sara’s mouth sending Sara to the point of no return. Her own body convulsed in orgasm as she sucked down Lilliana’s juices.

“Wow, I don’t know what to say,” Lilliana breathed as their bodies calmed down.

“You could say happy birthday.”

“Sara!” she exclaimed as she sat up. “It can’t be!” Sara sat with her face inches from her friend.

“You mad?” she asked cautiously. She got her answer when Lilliana grabbed her face and kissed her deeply.

“Feel like going another round?” she whispered. Sara smiled in the dark. Sliding back down Lilliana’s stomach.

“Absolutly,” she said. Lilliana stopped her and laied her on her back.

“No,” she said seductively. “It’s my turn.”

Sara felt Lilliana’s lips kiss slowly down her stomach. A smile of satisfaction spreading across her face and shivers shot down her spine. She was glad things turned out this way. By the sounds of things, so was Lilliana.

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Mark’s eyes were closed, his brow deeply furrowed and his head thrown back against the armchair as he furiously stroked the length of his manhood. With one hand holding and pressing down the base of his shaft and balls, the other intensely pumped his glistening and incredibly turgid cock; he was hardly breathing, his whole body was tense.

The sight of me, naked in bed with his teen son, caressing him, kissing him and licking him, was a sensation that Mark had not expected. In fact, nothing that was happening that night was expected or normal for all of us, which was what made it so intoxicating, taboo and extremely over the top erotic.

Joey (Mark’s son) and I lay on the bed, naked and spooning. He was completely captivated by the sight of his very fit and handsome uncle losing himself in pleasure in the corner. It was hard for him to comprehend all that was happening. All he knew was that his heart was racing and he was experiencing a kind of pleasure that was more than his fledgling nervous system could ever possibly hope to handle.

Joey had his father’s genes in that even though he just turned eighteen, he was nicely hung at about seven inches. He was a very sweet looking, thoughtful and intelligent boy. He had Justin Bieber type hair, slim, smooth skin and very kissable lips.

Joey’s eyes never left his naked father who seemed to be in the throes of intense pleasure. His chest heaved, his neck muscles strained and his toes were curled, as his pumped his cock in front of his son and I, who, just a few hours ago, were all strangers sitting in a hot tub together.

Though Joey had fantasies of older men, the reality of what he was seeing was definitely not anything close to the normality of his daily life. What had once only existed in the far reaches of his imagination was now playing out before his very eyes. Joey was in a state of bewilderment, sheer eroticism and a bit of confusion. The boundaries of reality were indeed being blurred, if not completely altered.

As we lay spooning together on the bed, I had my erection planted firmly between Joey’s lovely, firm, ass cheeks, slowly grinding against him. As I did so, I held his body close to mine; my hands roamed freely from his bare chest, down to his crotch and back again. His unfailing erection never once died down in the hours that began in the hot tub.

We were both lying on our sides watching Mark. Our faces were pressed up against each other, cheek to cheek, and whenever I would get a surge of desire flow through me, I would lean in and indulgently kiss and lick Joey’s neck.

As I did so, my young lover’s eyes would roll back in his head and he would let out a soft boyish moan, Mark would look up from his wanton reverie and catch the sight of this older man and his teenage charge in naked passion together. The excitement and pleasure Mark felt coursing through him knew no bounds. The energy of his intense sexuality was like radiation filling the room.

******

So, how in the world did we all get here? What strange portal of imagination brought us all together where two grown men were naked together in a room with a young teenage ataköy escort boy?

Before I get into the details, let’s take a step back and allow me to give you some perspective.

First, a bit about myself, I would say that I am a very reasonable, grounded and straight man in my early 40s. I am fit, toned, easy on the eyes and sane. I am also married to a wonderful wife of thirteen years and we have no kids.

I work from home, managing a small investment fund and she travels a lot as a corporate lawyer. Though we love each other dearly and are each other’s best friends, the spark of lust and sex has long since left our marriage. With my wife’s heavy travel schedule, I’ve not only got accustomed to, but have also come to appreciate the luxury of a lot of personal time.

Though our passion for each other has waned, my libido was still very active, alive and kicking. My body and senses are still biologically primed to be in mating mode. It was an itch I needed to scratch.

So about a year or so ago, with all the time I had on my hands, I discovered an online chat room. At first I was tentative about fooling around virtually, but it wasn’t long that I justified to myself that online chat does not constitute cheating.

To further my cause, the fresh sensations of meeting and flirting with new people, was an elixir to the slow disappearance of physicality in my relationship.

As I settled into my new hobby, I found what stimulated me the most was indulging in the taboo, forbidden and frowned upon. It was the departure from tradition and taking the path less travelled that gave me the adrenalin surge and edge that seemed missing from my life.

It didn’t take long before my online activities became a welcomed routine. I very quickly found that I had a type of scenario I was constantly drawn to – an age difference.

I would often find myself chatting with younger girls, flirting with them and initiating virtual affairs over text and email. Most were very short lived; some only spanned the time we connected in the chat room, others I never even got the time of day from. Once in a while, there would be a keeper and we would “date” virtually, sending images and sex text over the course of our affair.

That thrill of having a younger lover, secretly meeting me online, behind her parent’s back and my wife’s back, was the thrill that gave me the much needed manna for life that I was missing, if not craving.

But like any experience, that too began to loose its potency for instilling intensely high pleasure. I soon began to find the little niggles in communicating with younger girls grow to be large pimples of annoyance. Their caddy attitude, their sense of self-entitlement and their overall princess-ey nature started to press a few of my buttons. It was a very quick way to loose an erection.

Fortunately, like any chat room, there are always a few curious horny guys that were looking to experiment. I found that they were the ones approaching me instead of me having to chase all the time. It was very refreshing to be hit on and lusted for, it peaked avcılar escort my curiosity. The more I started replying to their invitations, the more I began to relax, get turned on and enjoyed the liaisons.

Though I never considered myself gay, as in I’ve never eyed a handsome man walking down the road or had butterflies in my belly when I saw one, I did find that the idea of having an encounter with a younger boy an incredible turn on. It was so new and different and beyond the realm of my reality.

Furthermore, the taboo factor was high on so many counts that it gave me a deep instant rush of heighten pleasure just thinking about it. This was how my current adventure began.

******

A window opened on chat room platform and pinged. It was an invitation from a guy who wanted to chat with me. By this time, I was now mostly cruising gay chat rooms, as it was so much easier to get digitally laid than the general rooms.

I assumed it was yet another lustful teenager who fancied the idea of offering himself to an older man, something that I found to be a huge turn on and now actively sought.

However, when I saw the nickname, it read “HandsomeDad”.

Interesting.

At this point I would usually close the chat window and ignore the request, I had no interest in older men, but seeing as how it was a quiet night, I was curious and I replied.

He introduced himself as Mark, married, father of one son and also in his early forties. I, in turn, told him my details and we exchanged pleasantries. It wasn’t long before we found out that we had very similar stories and desires, being that we both wanted to experience something more and something different from the convention of marriage and middle age.

Mark, like me, was pretty straight and never really fancied being with a man nor had any attraction toward one. However, with the availability of anonymous chat rooms and permission to be whatever one chooses, Mark began to explore and experiment with the thought of virtual sex with guys.

Our conversation was easy and we related well to each other. We quickly dropped our guard and spoke openly about marriage and life. Eventually, it came to the point where Mark asked me what brought me to the chat room, what was I looking for in particular.

I told him that I had been indulging in fantasies of smooth, youthful guys. I further described how straying from being a responsible husband, to a purveyor of younger guys was so borderline perverted that it gave me such a heightened sense of danger and pleasure all at the same time.

Marked “lol’ed” in his reply to me. He said he actually was quite relieved to hear me speak so openly and honestly, as he had the same desires too. It was then that our fledgling bond began to be forged. No longer did either of us feel isolated or guilty in our carnal and somewhat different expression of our sexuality. There was the spark of kinship and camaraderie in knowing that we weren’t alone nor were we that weird.

After a few more exchanges of fantasies and stories, Mark got quiet for a bit. I thought that beylikdüzü escort he had abruptly left the chat room, as that tends to happen a lot, but he hadn’t. Even though it was just words on a screen, I could feel he was about to express something deeper to me and was gathering his nerve about it.

“Josh, can I ask you something?”

“Sure bud, what is it?” I replied.

“Well…one of the things that I’ve been really turned on by…is my son.”

I didn’t know quite what to say. This has gone way beyond what I normally talk about. Yes, I do love Daddy/Son role-plays, but this was at a whole different level.

“Um…okay…what turns you on about him?” I asked tentatively.

“Josh, don’t get me wrong, I am not interested in an incestuous relationship with him, no, not that way.”

I breathed a bit easier.

“Okay, so what is it then?”

“Well, I know this may sound a bit pervy, if not slightly outrageous, but I’ve always wanted to watch another man make love and have sex with my boy.”

At this point, I knew in my mind that I should have reacted with indignation and aghast, but to my great surprise, I found my erection started to grow. Goodness.

“Tell me more Mark”, I said nervously, but yet encouragingly.

“I’ve always thought that a scenario like that to be the epitome of sexual taboo as well as the absolute height of gratification. The danger of my wife finding out that I have been with guys, not to mention younger guys, cheating on her and then secretly offering my son for sex with another man while I watch, I mean, can you imagine the repercussions?!”

“The resultant effect it will have on my life is so immense and yet here I am, incredibly turned on by the extreme danger it represents!”

Wow, I had to pause on my side to take in what he was telling me. I could not imagine that I would be having this conversation with Mark at this given moment, and yet, what was even more befuddling, was how crazily thrilling and erotic it all seemed to me. Even though it was just a digital exchange of ideas, my heart was in my mouth and my cock was throbbing with great intensity.

We chatted for a bit more as Mark described to me the fantasies he’s had surrounding this highly unusual and charged scenario. He talked about how he’d imagine setting up the meet, safety concerns, how he son might react, etc.

As it turns out, his son, like his father, is also exploring his sexuality in regards to guys. Mark said that when he found some files on his son’s computer of naked men and some videos of gay porn. He knew then that his son might have some curiosity if not other interests. It was then that Mark’s fantasy went from imagination to something possibly more real.

So as we talked about the details and reasoning behind all this, suddenly, out of nowhere, I blurted out in my chat box, “So would you like to meet up with me and bring your son along?”

Silence.

There was no reply.

I was quite taken aback myself that I had even wrote that. “What the hell are you thinking?!” I asked myself. “Jeez Louise, you can’t be serious! What kind of kink are you getting yourself into?!”

The chat window pinged and it broke my internal self-rebuke.

“Yes”, Mark replied, “I’d love to meet.”

Oh dear.

******

End of Part 1

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Gavin hurried to the office, he wanted to retrieve his missing pants, socks and most importantly Paulas vest and bra. His cock had an appointment with that bra. It would also be a good idea not to leave underwear laying around the office, it tends to beg a few questions.

He entered the outer office.

“Are you going to manage, without Paulas help,” asked Irene.

Gavin new she was talking about the job, but still had an inward giggle, if only Irene knew what she was saying, what she might have heard or seen.

“I’ve done it by myself before, it’s never as good but It’ll do,” he replied, smugly laughing inwardly at his entendre doubling.

He had his back to Irene.

“I’m sure you’re right, a wank is never as good as a full on shag?” she demurely observed.

Gavins jaw did not stop dropping till it hit the floor.

It was a double hit. The first shock was the actual language that she had used. Had she really said what he thought she had said? Irene had never spoken about sex, in his presence, she had never even used a swear word, she had never implied any form of flirtation with him or anyone else that he knew of, could she have just said wank and shag in the same sentence?

Then the big one hit home that she must know about Paula, she must have seen or at least heard something.

“oops,” he said

“I know all about frustrated wanks,” she said flatly. “Do women wank? Or do they masturbate or is it playing that they do?” she continued. “Whatever you call it, it is seldom as good as a getting some good hard cock from a caring lover.” She made a nervous laughing noise.

Gavin turned towards her. As he did so, he thought to himself, “what does she look like?” He simply could not imagine Irene speaking these words.

Irene was staring intently at him, he always thought of her as a quiet person but with an abrupt side, she was an intensely proud and private person. She had a shit time at home so she took it out on people at work. She was forever thinking people were being snide about her when in reality they were just joking with her. No one could imagine how she had ever had two husbands. Her current marriage had produced a son. He was eighteen years old now. Gavin had always believed she was just very uptight and generally fucked up.

“With the partners I’ve had, I know all about the art of solo love, of furtive rubbing.”

She had a look of someone trying to appear carefree but she was nevertheless very conscious of what she was saying, indeed it was obvious that the words were only coming with a courageous effort.

Gavin instantly felt a sort of brotherly pity for her. She is desperate for sex he thought.

That was the last rational thought he had for a while.

His cock saw its chance and following a short coup-de-tat with his brain it took control of the conversation.

“Irene, do you want a shag?” he blurted, “with me, I mean.”

No reply.

“Irene, you obviously know what I was up to with Paula, you also know that we never finished, that is that I never… that is that I… ,” he wasn’t doing well, he hadn’t had time to think or prepare.

“Bugger it, just say what you’re thinking” his cock told him.

“Irene, I need a cunt right now and you’ve got one that needs a cock. How about it?”

Irene looked away as if thinking for a moment.

“It seems to me,” she said, “that I hold all the cards right now.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, I came to work today to escape from my …TWAT… of a husband,” she practically spat the word out, shaking her head from side to side. “When I got here I was expecting to find you working on the urgent job. Instead I see two cars outside but no one in the factory, I see clothing being thrown around in the office next door, obviously I looked in through the window only to see that whore on her knees with your prick in her mouth with you looking like you’re the cat with the cream.

“I came here to get away from my shit of a husband. He’s has been fucking about with some bitch at his work, giving her what he won’t give me, he’s flaunting the fact that he’s ‘got someone who can really give him what he needs’ , whatever that may mean.

I’ve always respected you for the way you stay loyal to your wife, but today I’ve witnessed you behaving in exactly the way my pig of a man behaves.”

“I see, I’m sorry to have disappointed you, and I’m sorry for what I just suggested, can I say though that I have known Paula for many years and I genuinely do care for her a great deal and I think she feels the same about me.” Gavin was trying to wear his best naughty boy sorry face. Inside he was very angry, what the hell had he and Paula to do with this dried up bitch, but he was also aware that Irene could cause trouble for them both, so he had to watch his words.

“You don’t get it,” Irene exclaimed, “if I’d known you weren’t the loyal husband I thought you to be. I could have been giving you what you want. I have always found silivri escort you very attractive and I know you feel the same about me. It could have been me here today not that slutty bitch.”

This was getting a strange.

Irene was obviously harbouring long felt feelings for him that he never remotely suspected, but worse was the fact that she somehow thought he felt the same way about her. He would have to let her down carefully he did not want her causing trouble.

“Irene, what do you want to happen?”

“Well first we’d better take care of your little problem,” she nodded her head in the rough direction of his crotch, “then we can talk about our future.”

For the first time in two hours his ‘little problem’ had actually deflated, he had not noticed, but Irene tended to have that effect on him. Did she say “our future?” He must have been insane suggesting a shag with her.

In the moments he had been contemplating his soft cock and their “future,” Irene stood up and crossed the room to stand a couple of feet from him. He looked up at her, she looked different somehow, what was it? The glasses, she normally wore glasses, they had come off, he had to admit she did look a lot softer and more vulnerable without them. Now she was this close he could smell her perfume which was quite intoxicating.

“I don’t think we should do this Irene,” he said.

“Do what? We haven’t done anything.”

“I really don’t need your help anymore, the problem has gone away,” he said looking towards his own crotch, “and our future doesn’t involve any personal stuff between us.”

“Then your future involves explaining to your wife how I got hold of your pants and Paulas bra.”

“Don’t be such a fucking bitch,” he snapped. “What gives you the right to interfere in any of our lives?”

Irene reached behind her back and produced his grey boxers. “These,” she said. With that she brought his underwear to her nose and inhaled deeply. “Nice,” she whispered.

“Fucking hell!” were the words in his mind.

Twenty-one years of fidelity to his wife and now in the space of 2 hours he had two women he had known for years were throwing themselves at him. One of them a sex goddess in his eyes, the other a mouse of a woman who had suddenly become a raving bunny boiler sniffing the crotch of his sweaty boxer shorts. He new which he preferred.

“Irene, I don’t fancy you. I’ve never thought about you in that way.”

“She looked genuinely hurt. I don’t believe you. Not that it matters, I’ve had years of having sex with men I couldn’t even stand let alone fancy,” she glared at him. “Now I’m calling the shots and you’re going to do as I tell you.”

“It’s a bit different, a man can force a woman, but not the other way around, if a man’s not up for it then nothing’s going to happen.”

“If it were up to his brain then that might be true but it’s not, it’s up to his prick, and I’m an expert at getting their attention. I know I’m no oil painting but when you can’t do it with looks you have to do it with skill.” With that she discarded his boxers and started to undo the buttons of her crisp white blouse, working from top to bottom carefully and precisely.

“I’ve had years of that abusive bastard at home giving me instructions on how he wants it, I know what a man likes. I just want someone to take care of my needs for a change, Surely it wouldn’t be so bad?” She popped the last little pearly white button and gently pulled her blouse from the waistband of her pleated green tartan skirt.

Her voice was becoming softer and softer, by the end of her little speech she was whispering and Gavin was sure her lips were trembling, was that a tear? He was concentrating on her face and had hardly noticed the fact that she had been undressing.

He looked at the opening in her blouse he could make out the centre portion of a black lace bra with a front opening clasp, her tummy was in shadow but he could make out a few silvery stretch marks, she looked vulnerable. At that moment Gavin felt sorry for her, he wanted to hug her and reassure her. He was getting very confused.

Irene put her hands behind her back and undid something on her skirt. Gavin looked on as the skirt slid to the floor. As she stepped out of the tartan circle of material he notice her black shiny high heeled shoes containing her dainty little feet, her legs were covered with black nylon tights, he had to admit she did have very nice legs. His eyes travelled up towards her thighs but her white blouse was long enough to cover them. He was becoming mesmerised by this silent striptease that his uptight business partner was doing for him.

Irene turned to face him full on, she brought her closed fists to rest on her hips, she pulled her shoulders back and her chest out, her hands and arms were holding back the white material of here blouse, revealing to him for the first time her thighs and abdomen.

“Irene, you’re wearing stockings.” Gavin was bakırköy escort wondering why he had said that, he was pretty sure that she already knew what she was wearing.

“I always wear stockings, don’t you like them?”

Gavin liked stockings, his wife hardly ever wore them, besides she didn’t have the legs for it, he made a mental note….Paula…..stockings…yes please.

“Yes… yes I do.” The fact was that Gavin was actually having difficulty concentrating, He did not only like stockings, he loved them, they should be compulsory as far as he was concerned. He was drinking in the strange woman in front of him. She was in the full black suspender belt, knickers, bra getup, her Knickers he noted were over the top of her suspender belt.

“Fucking perfect… gorgeous,” he thought to himself.

“Thank you.” Irene said.

Shit he was speaking his thoughts, he was really losing it.

Irene stepped forward, she reached a hand out and rubbed the palm of her hand across the front of his jeans.

“Your cock seems to have changed its mind,” she said with a small satisfied smile on her lips. Gavin became aware that his cock was quickly hardening once again.

“Am I so bad, would it be such a hardship?” she pouted, giving the tip of his cock a little squeeze and looking up at him with a puppy dog look.

Gavin was lost, his cock had made up its mind.

He knew that there was no way he could leave the room without fucking something. He just had to cum, and this coincided with an older woman dressed in ‘fuck of your life’ underwear, rubbing his cock and demanding that he shag her.

His conscience was nagging him about his wife and he needed to sort out those feelings soon and what about Paula, would this class as being unfaithful her? or would she understand, a true good fuck buddy may even approve, they hadn’t sorted out any ground rules yet, so perhaps it didn’t count, besides, Irene had been threatening to expose their earlier actions so he would doing it to protect them both……..”yeah right, very noble,” he muttered under his breath. He knew his cock would come up with a good logical reason to find it’s way into his business partners genitals, this was all a done deal.

His wife on the other hand would mind, he was pretty sure she would mind a lot.

He had convinced himself that if his wife knew of his true deep feelings for both her and Paula then she would understand and it would be alright. But fucking Irene who he had always professed to dislike a little would be a betrayal, this would be true adultery so he needed this to be a one off, never to be repeated or mentioned event.

This was of course all backwards. His wife would be upset but eventually forgiving of a lustful mercy shag but horrified at sharing her husband with a long term second love of his life.

Gavin decided to negotiate. He took a hold of her wrist and pulled her hand from his denim entombed penis.

“Irene, right now I know what it’s like to be frustrated, and I know we can help each other out, but you have to know that this can only be a one off. And any talk of telling Elaine ends right here and now. We’re supposed to be friends.”

Irene slowly nodded her head. “I know,” she started, “I wouldn’t really have told Elaine about you and that bitch but you don’t understand how long I’ve wanted you and how much I need loving. When I saw that slut all over you I just got so jealous I could have screamed,” she spoke softly and quietly but the words bitch and slut had real venom in them.

Gavin was relieved to hear a more rational tone coming from her at last. He did not like the way she was speaking about Paula though. He wanted to defend his new love but thought better of going overboard, Irene was obviously very jealous of her. “Paula’s not a slut or a bitch, she’s just in need of attention like you,” he said.

“How can you liken her to me? She’s been ridden more times than an old bicycle. She’s had loads of men on the side. She doesn’t care about you the way I do.”

“Time to change the subject,” he thought.

“Well she’s not here now, and you are,” he said.

It occurred to him that he was the one to actively give sexual pleasure in his house, his wife was usually just a passenger. Irene claimed that she was the one who had to do all the work in her marriage. So they were not so different after all, and perhaps they could actually do each other a lot of good here.

Gavin had decided, he was going to do Irene, this one time, he would keep it a secret from Paula and his wife (obviously).

He expected that Irene would be a lot more amenable once he had given her what she needed.

“OK”‘ his cock said, “forget all that diplomatic feelings crap, let me get to work.”

Gavin was an idiot.

He looked down at Irenes flushed face, she was near to tears, Gavin was not entirely sure why.

He leant in to kiss the oldest, ugliest woman he had ever kissed. halkalı escort

Irene speared out her tongue into his mouth with a hunger that took him by surprise. Round and round it swirled in his mouth.

“Different,” he thought to himself, not unpleasant but definitely different. What he did not especially like was her breath, Irene still smoked and he had given up, she did taste like an ashtray, but frankly he was already getting used to it.

His hands at this point were actually holding her shoulders.

“What to grope first?” He thought.

Irene gave a muffled grunt and redoubled the airtight seal that her lips had formed on his. Her tongue went noticeably deeper into his mouth.

“She’s trying to climb inside me,” he thought.

Her desperate tongue was nevertheless turning him on. He had always been an eyes shut kisser, but he wanted to see her, he just could not visualise what a sexually rampant Irene could possibly look like.

He opened his eyes, she was already there. They stared unblinkingly at each other for what seemed like an age, Gavin felt uncomfortable with it, but if he shut his eyes now he thought he would be handing over dominance of the situation to her, in fact he did not feel like he should even blink before her. Irene was making snuffling noises with her nose as if struggling for air. This was stupid he thought, “I’m getting into a staring, breath holding contest with an old slapper clamped to my face.”

He shut his eyes.

Irene gave a muffled grunt of approval (victory?). She also eased up the pressure on his mouth. Gavin moved his hands to the collar of her blouse. Save for a brief glimpse through her open blouse he had yet to see or feel her tits, he did not want to just grope them he wanted to look first. This woman was in full fantasy lingerie; to grope about inside without appreciating the packaging would be like spoiling Christmas.

Gavin eased the blouse back and down her shoulders, Irene dropped her arms and the garment slid to the floor. Gavin sought to break the everlasting kiss, frankly his jaw was beginning to ache and he wanted to get to the heavier stuff. As he moved his head away she in turn followed it with her own, she was like a feeding animal reluctant to let go of their mothers teat. Gavin again grasped her by the shoulders and pushed her away.

“Irene… Irene darling, slow down. I want to see you.”

Holding her at arms length he looked down at the black lacy bra covering what would probably turn out to be quite small, saggy tits. He thought to himself “I bet her nipples are brown, I hope her nipples are brown.”

Gavin liked deep red/brown nipples, or he thought he did, he had never actually got his hands on any. He silently made another wish to the nipple fairy and moved his gaze further down. Her belly was streaked with silvery stretch marks, but it was flat and her belly button looked quite cute and he felt the need to stroke it with his fingers. Her suspenders were of the non-frilly kind they were flat and utilitarian and passed under her black cotton knickers. The front of her knickers appeared to protrude slightly from where he imagined her mound to be. “She does not shave her pubes,” he thought.

It was true she was not facially attractive but this was hardly going to be a chore. He was a kid in a candy store and the shopkeeper was not looking. Gently he turned her around, he wanted to see all of the package. Her arse was surprisingly pert, not soft, saggy or bony, he patted her on the bum. Irene bent forward, raising her bottom towards him and began to wiggle it. He brought both hands to rest on the trembling cheeks. His fingers probing the very top of her inner thighs. After a few moments Gavin took a small step forward while running his hands up her bony spine he came to rest with his crotch pressing into her arse crack. Irene let out a small gasp and pushed back into him. Again she wriggled her bum cheeks, but this time on his covered stem, his cock pulsed its approval.

“Mmmm… that would be soooo good,” she whispered.

Doing her doggy style right now appealed to him but he wanted her to say it.

“What would be sooo good?”

“I’ve had two husbands and they both refused to fuck my arse.”

Gavins heart had left his body, it was doing a lap of honour with his cock.

His silence spoke volumes to her, “I’m sorry, I’ve shocked you, I know it’s dirty but lots of people do it.”

“Irene, if it’s what you want then I’m prepared to try. I promise I won’t think any worse of you.” Gavin tried not to laugh but there was a definite tremble in his voice. It came across as though he was preparing to make the ultimate sacrifice.

“That’s very sweet, thank you but perhaps we’ll save that for another time,” she conceded.

Gavin thought “OK. So maybe the one off thing was a bit premature, a shag now and an anal extravaganza will be the second and last time.” His cock was definitely doing the thinking now.

Irene stood up still wriggling her bum against his rigid dick. Gavin brought his arms up under hers and grasped her breasts. Irene was fifty-five years old and had spent forty of them doing exercises simply so that when he made a grab for her tits and bum he would say, “Christ they’re bloody firm.”

“Christ they’re bloody firm,” he said.

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(This is a story of our trip to Goa, when the 5 of us went and had a rocking time. Most parts are true, though some parts are exaggerated)

Karan– This is me. I have a handsome face, very fair, of a medium built (I like to work out regularly, but I am not buffed, more lean and mean) and a good height.

Maya – She has a cute face with a dusky complexion is of average built, but with larger than average boobs, slim waist and a nice round shaped ass.

Anjali — Maya’s best friend. She is a model. Slim, well toned athletic body (she was a gymnast and was involved in sports). Small boobs, flat stomach, a very tight small ass and long legs.

Arya — My best friend. The ladies man. Tall with curly hair & blue-black eyes. He spends a lot of time in the gym and has a nicely muscled and toned physique which he likes to show off (like a body builder).

Babita — Arya’s fiance. Short hair, very bubbly cute face. Medium height. She has got average boobs. Nice cute round ass.

Chapter 1 – The Journey

Arya and I had been planning a vacation to Goa along with our better halves for quite a while and finally all of us, had managed to take out time to make the trip. When Maya told Anjali that we were going to Goa, she also insisted on coming along as she hadn’t hung out with friends for long time. When Maya asked us if it was ok if Anjali came along, both Arya and me were more than happy and immediately agreed. We didn’t let our expressions display the extent of our happiness, as she had a smoking hot body and had been part of our fantasies for a long time. Of course, we didn’t expect anything to actually happen, but it did give rise to a few more fantasies. Arya and I had actually resigned ourselves that the best we would get would be to ogle at her in a tiny bikini on the beach for real, instead of ogling at her modelling pictures. Little did we know that we would get to do that and much more. Of course I was also looking forward to seeing Babita in a bikini and was hoping on seeing Maya and the two doing something sexy for us guys.

We had booked our seats on a sleeper bus from Mumbai to Mapusa and our hotel bookings in a resort near Baga beach. The rest of the plans would be decided when we got there.

Now these sleeper buses generally leave Mumbai sometime late evening and reach Mapusa sometime early morning. We had booked 2 double sleeper seats (1 for Maya & me and the other for Arya & Babita), along with a single sleeper seat for Anjali. We had discussed taking the car along, but it would be too tiring and anyways once you are in Goa, you hire bikes to travel. And in case the crowd on the bus happened to be unsavoury, then one of us guys would probably take the single seat.

Finally the day arrived and Maya and I were all packed to go. I basically just packed my bag with a few essentials and barring a couple of nice shirts (for clubbing) it was all t-shirts and shorts. Like I have mentioned before, Maya is an exhibitionist and she packed only micro minis and tight shorts along with a few tops, some of them were quite revealing. She also packed some sexy dresses and a couple of tiny bikinis, some g-strings and thongs.

I just wore my shorts and a t-shirt for the journey. Maya wore a simple t-shirt along with tight fitting shorts with only a thong inside. Her ass looked so ravishing that all the time at home, I just couldn’t keep my hands off her ass and kept on squeezing them. I just wanted to pull her shorts down and bite her ass, but she complained that I wasn’t letting her pack. I wanted to do a quickie as şirinevler escort I didn’t see any opportunity of getting any, until we got to the resort, which too long as far as I was concerned. But since we were getting late, nothing happened.

We picked up Anjali on our way to the bus stop. She was wearing a denim micro mini (which was not even 3 inches below her ass cheeks) with a t-shirt (no bra inside). She had tantalizing long legs and the skirt did little to hide them. I was looking forward to checking out those legs and couldn’t wait to hit the beaches and the bikini. We all piled up in the cab and reached our bus stop. Arya and Babita were already there.

Arya was dressed just the way I was (t-shirt) and shorts), whereas Babita was wearing one of those summer dresses on mid thigh length and from the way her boobs moved, she was not wearing a bra underneath. Arya remarked that at the rate the girls were dressing, we guys would be walking with hard-ones all the time. Everyone had a good laugh.

Anjali then added that we had seen nothing yet and there was a lot more to come. I was looking forward to it. She even teased Maya & Babita that they better hold on to us, cause once she donned her bikini, we guys would forget them and follow her like puppies with our tongues hanging out. She even started singing the Pussycat Dolls hit ‘Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me’ and did a mock dance. Maya replied that she didn’t mind because there would be no shortage of guys running behind her in Goa, if we guys decided to stray.

We got into the bus and realised much to everyone’s delight that the bus was nearly empty. There were about 4 couples and 2 guys who were travelling in the same bus and they all had the seats in the front of the bus. This left us with almost half the bus empty. After making a deal with the conductor we took up seats at the back of the bus, so we would not be disturbed. After putting our luggage away, we all piled up in one of the double sleeper.

Arya & I took to one side whereas the girls sat on the other side, stretching our legs. And the two of us sat in such a way, our legs were between the girls legs. So my leg was between Maya’s, next to her was Anjali and Arya and I put our legs in between hers (this was to ensure a good view of her panties & boy did we get a good look at her white cotton panties with blue teddies on them). And of course Arya had his legs between Babita’s, but I couldn’t see what she was wearing because her dress fell over her thighs. We were just cracking jokes and laughing and in general having a good time. All of us were slyly rubbing our toes against the thighs of the persons in front of us. Arya & I were of course slowing trying to spread Anjali’s legs to get a better view at her snatch. When Maya saw what we were doing she shot me a disapproving look, but didn’t say anything. Of course it was a matter of time until Anjali realised what we were trying to do and she just looked at us and smiled and then bent her knees, while keeping her legs parted. This gave a wonderful view of her panties covering her pussy, before they disappeared between the crack of her ass. Considering this we guys started to believe that we would at this rate get to see much more than her bikini. It was hard (no pun intended) sitting there (with our cocks hard) and keeping the conversation going. After a while Babita also realised what was going on and didn’t want to be left behind, so even she bent her knees and this caused her loose dress to fall over her hips and give us a escort istanbul great view of her panties (pink ones with dolls on them). She had a great camel toe which was very clearly visible through her panties. When that happened I looked at Maya as if to say ‘you are the only one not flashing your panties’. So she also bent her knees and even though she was wearing shorts (they were really short in length), which allowed us to see that she had white panties on.

We stopped for dinner and when we got back on the road, we planned on heading off to sleep. Maya was just browsing the net and I was just reading a magazine. There was complete silence in the bus and the lights were switched off. Since I wasn’t in the mood to sleep, I got bold and decided to make out with Maya. I put my hands inside her shirt & started to caress her boobs. I flicked her nipples with my thumb and I could see her bite her lips trying not to moan. I pulled her close to me and gave her a passionate kiss. My tongue dived into her mouth & started to explore it. She responded with equal passion and then got on top of me and continued to kiss me. I pulled her shirt over her head and took her nipples in my mouth and started to suck on them. This was too much for her and she let out a slight moan. I slowly moved my hands from her boobs to her ass feeling her soft sensual skin. I put my hands inside her shorts and started squeezing her ass cheeks. She started to grind her pussy against my dick and took off my shirt. She then proceeded to lick my nipples. By now my cock was straining to break free from its confines. After a while she moved down and unbuttoned my shorts. She pulled my shorts and jockey’s down and my cock sprang free. She engulfed my dick with her soft mouth and hungrily started to suck on my dick. Her head bobbed up and down on my dick, while making wet slurpy sounds. Her boobs bounced as she was deep throating my dick. I just couldn’t take it any longer and wanted to fuck. I pushed her backwards and reached down and unbuttoned her shorts and pulled her shorts and thong off in one movement. I then lay back and pulled her on top of me. She slowly lowered herself on me. I could see her pussy lips stretch as the mushroom head of my cock entered her. I could feel the walls of her pussy squeeze my dick. Once she had lowered herself all the way down on my cock, she then proceeded to ride me for all I was worth. As she buckled her hips, her awesome tits bounced up & down. I grabbed her ass and kept rocking them. She bent forward and allowed me to take her nipples in my mouth. And considering that we were in a bus, with other people around and could get caught only added fuel to our fire. I could feel my balls ready to burst. I exploded in her pussy which also triggered an intense orgasm in her at the same moment. It was heavenly. She collapsed on top of me. I held her close and kissed her deeply.

We were just lying there for a few moments when we heard a voice, “that looked like a lot of fun”. We both were startled and Maya rolled off me to see who it was. In doing so my dick popped out of her pussy and my sperm and her juices started to leak out of her pussy.

It was Anjali who had been watching us and before any of us could say anything she added ” now let’s not let that go to waste” and climbed in.

She started to lick the cum leaking from Maya’s pussy to her ass. It was very sticky as I could see the streaks of it between her tongue and pussy. When she had cleaned all the cum outside, she put her mouth on Maya’s pussy and sucked the remaining cum, swallowing our halkalı escort juices. This caused Maya to have another massive orgasm. Now that was hot and in spite of just cumming, I became rock hard again within a few moments. After she sucked Maya, she turned to me and with a smile grabbed my throbbing dick, pushed it back and started to lick my dick and balls. She cleaned the cum before she took my dick in her mouth and sucked really hard on it. I came within no time. She gulped my cum, before licking her lips.

Before she could say anything Arya’s voice asked “What about us?”

We all turned to see Arya and Babita looking down at us. Anjali licked the cum of her lips and replied, “I hope you have something more to offer?”

Anjali then got up and kissed Maya on the lips and said, “See you later darling”.

She then joined Arya and Babita on top. I was still confused to the events that just took place and I asked Maya about what just happened. It turns out that Maya and Anjali had experimented on each other when they used to be roommates. I asked her whether she had done it with Anjali when we were going around and she replied no. I was a little disappointed not knowing this earlier, because I had always fantasized about the two of them together.

By now we could hear the bunk above us shaking. We decided to wear our clothes and have a look at what was going on above. What we saw was Anjali was on all fours with her head buried in Babita’s snatch, while Arya was pounding her from behind. Babita was under Anjali and licking her clit, while playing with Arya’s balls. It was intense and it wasn’t long before Babita climaxed and soon Arya shot his load into Anjali’s pussy. Anjali climaxed and her juices combined with Arya’s started to drip out. Babita had placed her mouth just below it, so all the cum was dripping into her mouth. It was an unbelievable site. She had her mouth full of their juices when she beckoned Maya and kissed her deeply, sharing their juices with her. Maya took her share, and then moved it in her mouth to get the proper taste before swallowing it in one gulp. I was surprised to see her do that, but I knew from what I had just seen that few of our fantasies would be fulfilled by the end of the trip. Anjali just laid there between Arya & Babita, while the two of us went back to our bunk.

Maya hugged me tight & whispered, “I love you, darling”, before curling up in my arms and going off to sleep.

We awoke in the morning when the bus stopped by the side of the road for a pee break. Now for us guys it is not a problem to pee anywhere, but the girls had to go off the road behind some bushes to do the deed. So before going out the Anjali & Babita just pulled off their panties & handed them to us. Babita handed her panties to me and I could see her dried cum on them. When they came back they didn’t bother to ask for them, so Maya took it and stuffed it in my jockey’s. The feeling of another women’s cum panties rubbing against my dick got it hard again, but since we were about to arrive I had to sit in that discomfort.

When we arrived at Mapusa bus stop, we hired 3 scooters and set off. Anjali opted to drive and Maya was riding pillion, whereas Arya & Babita were on the other scooter, while I was alone with some of the luggage. Now Anjali was wearing a micromini and now didn’t have any panties on, but when she was riding she spread her legs and let the air blow against her uncovered pussy. You could see her nipples started to harden, but that might also have been due to the fact that Maya was slipping her hands inside Anjali’s t-shirt and playing with her boobs. We finally reached our resort at Baga and soon checked into a suite, tired but totally sexed up for the rest of the trip.

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(Hope you all enjoyed the story. We are working on the parts. Almost all this part is true. Feedback would be most welcome.)

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