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Mansion Lesvos: Hymen
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Mahila’s Diary.

7:03 a.m.

I shivered all over. The effect wasn’t an aftermath of some cold backwash; no, surely not! No gust of air, not even a whiff, could blow in through the damp stony walls. Her canal was as sealed as any securely plastered rainbow envelops could be. The coldness no longer lingered around… or my awareness of being naked and vulnerable to the cold space was overcome by the potent feel of this warm flesh.

Kumari lay before me on a life-size marble altar, as low as a rectangular pedestal, which seemingly emerged and rose from the ground spotted with her yoni’s drippings. She had her arms stretched around her head, letting a good view of those pillowy breasts and hardened nipples stir me up. Her supple legs were splayed, incredibly parallel to the level expanse of flooring. The midline of her flat belly, from under the symmetrical swell of her bust and ribs, aesthetically met with her belly button. The rise and fall of her chest, as she breathed, concurred with the subtle movement in her belly. Under that shaved mons veneris, her yoni looked as blooming as pink calla lily. Its nectar oozed down, glistening the skin between her massive buttocks.

‘Don’t just stand there, O Sundari! Pleasure me and let your parched throat be appeased. The illumination of pleasure torbalı escort must never be lost for gratuitous delays.’

Her voice made me fix my eyes on her immaculate face. She smiled as some host would, letting her guest feel welcome. I reciprocated, and shivered at the anticipation of returning her the pleasure that shook me a while back. She was a good lover indeed! I could still sense the wetness of her tongue and the soft feel of her mouth on my skin. She had titillated me to that arousal I had known long ago.

As though enchanted by her au naturel charm, I walked nearer to Kumari and knelt between her spread out legs. Still shivering from head to toe, I stooped and clutched at the wide curve of her hips. Her yoni, open and redolent of muliebrity, coruscated with pink luster. I closed my eyes as her odoriferous bliss incited an aching pulsation in my nipples. Her soft curling labia gave way to my impinging mouth, letting my lithe tongue snake its way into her soppy sheath. Tasting her creamy appetizer, I drew it into my mouth. Moving my tongue and lips, I swallowed a mouthful of her nectar. It was highly pleasing, undeniably provoking do more with less affair. She neither uttered anything nor budged as if she were an inanimate figurine. I licked her, teasing the throbbing nub pocking out of the prepuce, and continued licking along the perineal raphe to horn in her rear urla escort orifice.

‘B-bring me the liquor you’ve just tasted.’

I looked up as the canal reverberated with her mellifluous voice. A sigh, which my ears perceived, had been given out. The stutter, as she spoke, sounded unnatural to her tranquil conduct. I asked: ‘How may I bring you this liquor?’

‘Pleasure me, and take this liquor without swallowing.’

‘Gladly,’ I intoned before poking her in the anus with my tongue, licking the skin where each thigh met with her perineum, and proceeded anew from anus up to the glans of her clitoris. I puckered my lips, sucking the pink nub. Nudging her shaved mons veneris with my nose, I slurped at the clitoris and licked down to her soppy orifice.

‘Yes…’

Her avowal encouraged me to lick and infest her yoni a fortiori. I pushed my tongue into her ambrosial sanctum until my mouth pasted with her open labia. Withdrawing my tongue, I sucked the honeyed outpouring. Filling my mouth with that pure liquor to the brim, I rose and crawled atop her curvaceous body.

‘You are such a darling,’ she said. Moving her arms and gently cupping my face in her soft hands, she resumed: ‘Kiss me!’

I raised my eyebrows, but grasped her words in a flash. She opened her mouth and as we kissed, I let the liquor be poured down her throat. She sucked my lips clean of buca escort the creamy remnants, and kissed me on the forehead and eyes.

‘You are almost done with it,’ she spoke in low tone. ‘Just suck my breasts, kiss my tummy, and take another sip of my liquor. My Hymen will lead you out of this canal.’

‘Oh yes, I almost forgot…’ I cried out.

Kumari laughed, stretched her arms back around her head, and closed her eyes. I moved atop her a tad. As I touched her breasts, the nipples felt as hard as pebbles on a beach. Holding and squeezing her breasts, and letting her nipples be slightly raised, I sucked them in succession. She smiled, moonily emitting a couple of sighs and giving me an incentive for licking her breasts all over. Leaving a wet trail of butterfly kisses on her belly and mons veneris, I puckered my lips to suck her clitoris. Licking her innumerable times, I resumed sucking her yoni and the nectar it secreted. She raised her legs, as high as she could, until they pressed against my head. I looked up but failed to assume an upright position; fastening her thighs together, she had my face restrained into her groins. That very instant the canal reverberated with a loud, shrill intonation:

‘Yoni Goddess, Yoni Goddess, open this canal, where the Hymen be!

Yoni Goddess, Yoni Goddess, the duo awaits, to Fornix lead my bae!’

A strong blast of wind surged out of nowhere. I shivered, impetuously hugging Kumari’s thighs, as the cold current licked me all over. Then the darkness fell, engulfing everything around. The last thing that I perceived was some wet pliable material in my hands. Was it a parchment… a membrane?

To be continued

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That summer was by far the strangest and the sexiest of my life. I had just finished school and had to attend several summer classes to prepare for college. Interpretation: I was to be stranded in town while my folks had left for Europe since early June.

Initially I was upset, but soon got the best out of it. I would return home at noon and do anything I wanted. I would walk around the house naked, watch porno and jack my brains off.

That Friday, I got up horny as hell. Having no time to masturbate before class, I was still a horny boy when I came home. I stripped immediately and run upstairs to my bedroom. I put a DVD with a beautiful brunette on all fours getting her ass fucked hard and furious. The sight of her anus getting penetrated like that got me a stiff, raging boner.

I climbed on my king sized bed, got on all fours and started jacking off. I was too young to have fucked a woman, but hadn’t thought of getting a cock stuffed in my ass either. I just was too horny and too much in heat, and wanted to do what they did.

I started wanking my cock, shoving a finger or two in my tight little anus every now and then. It was hard since I was on all fours, but I started to enjoy the feeling.

It was getting really nice and I was literally on the verge, when I felt two hands grabbing my asscheeks hard, their fingers going deep in my hairless young flesh.

I looked over my back, only to see Sam. Sam was our housekeeper. I know its strange to have a male housekeeper, but he was my fathers army pal. After they were discharged, Sam couldn’t get a job. No one would hire a nigger with a record for stealing cars in his youth. That is, no one but dad. He was white and quite on the wealthy side, but really liked Sam. He would come over on weekends, fixing stuff.

He had been with us for a decade and knew me since I was a kid.

Now he was kneeling behind me only in his shorts. He never wore a t-shirt during summer. Though in his mid-forties, he worked out all the time.

With the sound so loud and my orgasm building, I had never heard him coming in until he was behind my unprotected and inviting asshole.

Without a word on either side, his fingers invaded my relaxed ring. He shoved three of them at once and started to go in and out of my rectum. He kept it on, literally fingerfucking my ass, while pinching and slapping my buttocks with the other.

I admit I loved it instantly. Having a foreign member in your rear passage is so much better than fingering your hole. I went back to my cock and kept jacking off. konak escort Sam was doing a great job. I could feel my rear entrance widening and loved the way his fingers felt on the walls of my anus.

As expected, my orgasm was incredible. I came all over the bed and dropped forwards. Sam laughed and pulled his fingers out.

“I think you liked it, kid” he said sitting back on the bed.

“No kidding” I laughed back and turned to look at him.

There he was, with his well worked out torso glistening with sweat, his fingers still in the shape of the “phallus” that had just fucked my butt. I don’t know what came over me, but I just went for it. I bent towards him, and took his fingers in my mouth. I deepthroated the “phallus” cleaning the fingers up. All the while, I kept looking at his eyes. I could see he was very surprised but very excited too. I could see that he had an enormous bulge in his shorts, and I started to wonder if he would let me touch it.

I was blowing his fingers for a while, when he said what I expected the least.

“Wouldn’t you like to replace those fingers with the real thing, boy?”

The question went through me like a lightening, and I got instantly hard again.

“Oh yes, Sam. Could I?” I begged back.

He stood up and I followed. We were facing each other, me with a raging hardon looking straight at Sam, he with his shorts almost out of place due to his incredible raging cock. I looked up at him (I was only as tall as his chest) and waited since I had never given a blowjob before. He smiled at me, put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down on my knees.

I was facing his crotch now. I grabbed his shorts and pulled them to his ankles. A pulsating manrod hit me in the face, liberated from the confines of the sorts.

It was a 10-inch uncut cock, with a beautiful purple cockhead. I started worshiping his shaft, kissing it all over and licking the tasty head. Like it was a popsickle, I licked good and hard enjoying the glistening precum that was coming out of his peephole.

Holding his rod up, he guided my mouth to his nutsack that I gladly ate like my life depended on it. I traced the lower side of the shaft with my tongue, up to the head and tried taking it in. I managed to take a few inches in my mouth, but couldn’t possibly deepthroat him.

That pissed him off, so he grabbed the sides of my head and started fucking my face with force. He shoved his cock to the back of my throat almost gagging me and started going in and out rapidly. I thought manisa escort my jaw would fall off but it didn’t . Once I got used to it, I liked the feeling of him using me like that.

Soon I was over the edge and shot my load on the floor. That was too much for Sam who took his dick out of my mouth. He looked at me and said “Keep your eyes shut and your mouth open” and started shooting on my well fucked face.

His shots covered my face from my forehead to the chin. Cum was shot over my nose and on my cheeks and even on my hair. My mouth received a good mouthful which I swallowed with joy like the boy slut I would soon be. I loved it and cleaned his cock dry. I loved the way he humiliated my face and told him.

“That’s good” he laughed and made me lick my own load from the carpet while he forbade me from cleaning my cumcoated face. “I like your young face the way it is” he said and he climbed on my bed.

We stayed in bed, chatting about stuff. I could feel his torso on my back, his big shaft lying on the crack of my ass. It only took him a minute until he started giving me a slow handjob. And it only took me a second until I was raging hard again. I was feeling his cum on my face and chest, his hand on my hard cock.

I quickly went on my hands and knees and begged Sam to fingerfuck my ass again. It was the second time I was bent and exposed to a strong, big black man. He was happy to oblige of course, and soon he was fingering my ass hard.

“Jesus boy, your hole is still tight like a pincer. I think it should be opened with something harder” he said and took his fingers out. He parted my globes and replaced his fingers with his throbbing cockhead. The moment I felt his burning dick tapping my rear entrance I panicked but had no time to react. With a powerful thrust, my virgin asshole was history. The pain was intense and made me cry.

It wasn’t that I wouldn’t want him to fuck my asshole or that he wanted to hurt me. No matter how you do the math, putting a 10-inch nigger cock and a virgin young ass together, always ends up in ripping for the boy. I was surprised then that Sam had actually shoved his cock in my anus, but I shouldn’t be. When one bends over and shows his pink unprotected ring to a black man with a raging 10-inch hardon, he should expect to get ripped.

Sam ignored my screaming and went on forcefully going where no one had ever been before. He entered my rectum with short forceful thrusts, making sure that my ass was getting opened for good and would stay that way. Each push, made menderes escort me scream and shout, but he held me steady with his right hand on my right shoulder and his left under my belly.

It took him many thrusts until his whole nine incher was in. When he was all the way in, I thought I would stop breathing and my eyes would drop out from their sockets. And then he really started fucking me. With long hard thrusts of increasing speed he literally plowed my ass open. Sometimes he pushed so hard that he would have to keep me from falling forward. I shouted and grunted and he would scream at me that I was his white bitch and that I deserved his big black cock in my tight white ass.

Picture the sight. A white plump young man on his hands and knees across a bed, screaming, crying and begging, while a big sweaty black guy fucks him in the ass good and hard standing right behind the boys puckered hole. I bet if dad could see his only son getting nailed hard in the butthole by his best friend, he would get a stroke.

Meanwhile, Sam was really pumping me open. He had both his hands on my hips now, and was screwing me hard. The pain had become less and I was starting to enjoy his cock in my poor sore bum. I could hear Sam grunting and saying my ass belonged to him and I believed him when I felt my cock erupting without getting touched.

My orgasm drove Sam overboard. He shoved his rod in my anus all the way to the top of his nutsack and started shooting his thick cum in my bowels. With a couple of shots I was full so he pulled his cock out of my stetched asshole put the shaft along my crack and kept shooting all over my asscheeks and back. He shot so hard, a shot hit the back of my neck and dripped sideways. He smeared my hairless body with his cream and I could feel his seed dripping from my fucked ass. I fell forward exhausted while he sat back and admired the view.

He stood up, walked around the bed to my head pulled it up from the hair and shoved his shaft in my mouth for cleaning. I remember him looking me straight in the eyes while I gladly cleaned his cock, my face still shiny from the first load it had received.

When I was done, he asked me if I liked the fucking I received in my virgin ass.

“Yes but it hurt like hell” I replied.

“Don’t worry baby, you’ll get used to it. Your parents aren’t coming home for another three months and I have keys to this place. Shut your eyes now, sweetie”.

With that, and while I was still lying across the bed face front, my head held up my Sam who was standing in front of my face, he started pissing long and hard on my cum covered, humiliated young face. All I could do was stick my tongue out and sample the goods offered. I enjoyed them greatly.

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It was my birthday. The wife had movie night with the girls, so I told her to go ahead, I’d find something to do.

So I phoned, then went to Rob’s.

We’d agreed that I’d suck him off and leave; he was too tired for more. I knocked on the door; he answered in a jock strap; I entered, and stripped.

I tried to suck him, but he went downstairs.

I went down the stairs, it was a nicely finished room with leather furniture.

I dropped to my knees and faced his pouch. It was a leather jock, with a zipper down the front. He cuffed my hands, and pushed his pouch to my face.

He told me to worship him, and I licked his pouch, inner thighs, and crotch cracks. I asked him to turn around, and he did so, bent, and pulled his cheeks open. I licked his dirty asshole clean, and rubbed my face on his hole before he turned and presented his pouch to my lips.

Soon, I used my lips to fumble at the zipper.

I pulled and he yelled; His prick gaziemir escort was caught in the zipper.

After he got it out, I owed it to him to sooth his injured prick.

I sucked and slobbered all over his prick and balls.

Sometimes, he would jam his prick down my throat and make me massage his bare rod with my throat; I’d pull back when I was out of air, choking.

My throat hurts bad, 3 hours later, as I write this.

He clamped my nipples, but not too tight.

Just enough to make me yell whenever he pulled the chains.

Soon, thank God, he told me that he was going to fuck me.

I turned around, and presented my married asshole.

I love showing off my hole to a guy.

He rubbed his dick against me, pushed a couple of times, and lubed his rod.

He lined it up, and stabbed me with all 7″ at once. His cock gets hard as steel and stays that way until after he’s cum.

I yelled, karabağlar escort wiggled my ass, and hoped the tearing would soon stop.

He wouldn’t let me pull off it, and held it in me for a minute before pulling it out, them ramming it back into my body. That’s the problem with this kind of sex. You’re committed.

He repeated the all in, all out thing until I started to like it.

He made me lie on my back.

He pulled out a bottle of booze, and poured it into my mouth; this was new.

He made me drink about 1/4 of the bottle, then lined his prick up and slid it into my unprotected body. He repeated this until I had drank the entire bottle. I told him I didn’t want more, but it didn’t matter. He pulled out another bottle. He told me that it was a Cosmopolitan mix. He told me that all the fags drink it, and that it was my drink tonight, and it was. I was a fag, his fag.

He slipped his rod into me. It kemalpaşa escort didn’t hurt anymore. Wow!

I don’t kiss guys, I find it gross, but when he bent towards me, I pushed my head forward, and stuck my tongue out.

He took it, and I shared my first real kiss with a man, my tongue in his mouth, me licking the spit out of his mouth, searching the corners, while his stiff prick burrowed deeper into my body.

We necked for a minute for two, then he poured more booze down my throat. I asked him to stop, but he said that he needed me drunk for what he wanted to to do to me. I told him I needed no booze; that I was his. I said that I was there to help him empty his balls, and to take his seed.

I pulled my arms up, and held the side of his torso, and he made love to me. I held my legs up, and he fucked me like a girl, kissing me, me caressing his bare ass and body while he fucked me.

He came deep inside me. I was in love, and he asked me to be his bitch.

I told him I’d be his girl, but he has to treat me like a lady; take me out, hold the door for me, pull my chair back to seat me.

I want to go away for a weekend with him, and be his girl.

I went home drunk, used, and confused.

Wow!!

What a birthday!!

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Ariay grunted as he climaxed into his wife and several seconds later heard his sister Ariya moan as her husband climaxed also. When both men’s orgasms had subsided Ariay turned his head to the right and smiled.

“I win again,” he said.

His brother-in-law was loath to admit it but Ariay had climaxed first. As was part of their agreement, Ariya climbed off of her husband and scurried over the castle floor to her brother’s bed. Ariay and Ariya were twins, as were his wife Tarya and her brother Taray.

Tarya slid off of the bed and grabbed her lionskin cloak and walked to where her son was sitting in the master’s balçova escort chair. Ariya started by sucking gently on her brother’s cock, bringing it to full erection before climbing higher and finally plunging the large member deep inside her. In the midst of his ecstasy Ariay looked to his left and saw his son Carn sucking furiously at his mother’s pussy while on his left Taray fucked his daughter Lora.

Airay rolled over so he was on top and swiftly thrusted in and out of his sister’s beautiful cunt. He finally reached his climax and unloaded his seed deep in his sister’s belly. As he lay on the karşıyaka escort bed the groans of his son and wife got closer until they forced him from the bed. He watched as his son, only eighteen, thrust hard against his mother. As he watched the two Ariay became hard and started stroking himself.

He was startled by his niece who suddenly put her cool hand on his tool and started stroking it.

“I want you, uncle,” Lora moaned.

“Where?” Ariay asked in a whisper.

“Put it in my ass again, I like that,” his niece informed him.

Ariay bent his niece over and positioned his çeşme escort cock at her asshole and slowly pushed in, the tight hole squeezing his cock as his slid in. Once all the way in Ariay began thrusting in and out until found the perfect rhythm, all the while watching his wife and son.

When he finally came it was like a volcano and from the looks of his wife and sister the other two men had came hard as well. After a moment of silence the six gathered on the larger of the two beds and the men choose their partners to sleep inside of. Ariay took his sister, Taray his daughter and Carn his aunt, whom he hadn’t explored yet. Carn was the most active on the bed as he thrust hard against his aunt, climaxing twice before turning and lowering his head onto his aunt’s pussy where he licked furiously. The six finally fell asleep but they all knew that life in the dull castle at River’s Ford would never be the same.

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“Did you masturbate to our show?” Nerissa questioned my sister and looked deeply into her eyes. When she rubbed her hand slowly upwards the inside of her smooth firm thigh, my sister remained calm and nodded quietly.

Nerissa pulled my lips against hers and I kissed her wanting red lips passionately. She broke the kiss to softly whisper in my ear. “Can I please your sister?” She asked with a happy smile on her face. I nodded and moved over to Cassie. I touched her face and carefully put my lips onto hers letting her know what I was going to do. She didn’t pull away when I kissed her glossy lips. They tasted like sweet strawberries. There was a moment of hesitation before she answered the kiss. I slowly laid her down while we were kissing. Nerissa’s hands slowly caressed her breasts and nipples on top of the soft little white pajama top. Cassie’s buca escort growing nipples became erect and visual against the cotton fabric.

I leaned down to Cassie. “Do you feel horny now?” I asked and nibbled on her ear. I looked into her eyes and they were filled with excitement and curiosity. She let out a light moan of pleasure as answer. It was all that Nerissa needed to hear. Carefully she took the straps of Cassie’s top down to reveal her perfectly firm B-cup sized breasts with lovely light pink nipples. Nerissa took the left nipple in her mouth and I took the right. Rolling it around with my tongue and sucking it gently between my lips. Cassie put a hand on both of our heads to hold us in place. Nerissa slid her hands down my sister’s flat stomach to get them inside the white pajama shorts. She played with her pussy by stroking the clit with the fingers of the right hand while pulling the fingers of the left hand in and out the vagina.

After a while she started breathing faster and harder when her whole body shook with an earthshattering alsancak escort orgasm. Nerissa took her hands out of my sister’s shorts to lick the left hands fingers.

“Mm… She tastes just as good as you do. Here try some.” She stuck the fingers into my mouth and I sucked them clean.

“Mm… Yes she does taste good.” I gave my sister a wicked grin as I pulled the shorts off her legs with my hands. Her freshly shaved pussy was glistening because it was so wet. Her smell was intoxicating. I slowly licked the outer lips and let my tongue go through her slit. I saw that the clit was pointing out of the hood. It was very swollen and I pressed my tongue down against it to move it in circular motions. She was starting to get louder so I told Nerissa to kiss her. Their tongues and mouths met and were playing with each other while I was licking out my sister’s hot silky hole. I inserted two fingers inside her dripping wet pussy to finger fuck her while Nerissa pinched her nipples hard and their tongues danced like crazy. When my sister screamed out bornova escort her orgasm, she surprised me by squirting so much into my mouth that I spilled most of it and the rest ended up all over the bed, my face and neck. Once she calmed down from her second orgasm I kissed her. Afterwards Nerissa licked all of Cassie’s juices off my face and neck.

“I can’t believe what you did to me. It was wonderful! Thank you sissy! I love you!” Cassie said to me before she gave me a hug and a kiss. She turned to Nerissa. “Thank you Narissa! That was awesome! I love you too!” She said and gave her a hug and kiss also.

Cassie got up to remove the top and showed us all of her beautiful naked body. She got dressed and went to her room.

“I have never ever thought that my sister would be so playful. She has a nice body and her pussy tastes delicious.” I said. “Yes it is baby, and we will have a lot of time to get to know each other better when she moves in with us.” Narissa said.

“I think that we should take Cassie shopping tomorrow and talk about how she feels about everything. I am very tired and I would like to lie next to you and sleep.” I said.

“Ok love. Let’s get some sleep.” She said and kissed me. We fell into a peaceful sleep and I cuddled my head up on her chest to listen to the heartbeat.

Stay tuned for Cassie moves in Ch. 3

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Cassie and Grandad drove on to Denver, absorbed in their own thoughts. Cassie had a smile on her face the whole trip and Grandad occasionally chuckled to himself. He was so happy that Cassie had come to stay , but was even happier that she was willing to let him show her the pleasures of fucking and loving. He had not meant to get involved with Cassie but when she discovered him masturbating in the shed on her first day there, he couldn’t help but let her persuade him into sex. She was eighteen going on nineteen and knew what sex was all about. But he knew more and was willing to teach her the art of lovemaking and all the extras that go with it.

His one fantasy was to have anal sex but doubted if even Cassie would allow him to stick his ten inch cock into her tiny ass. He had managed to poke a finger into her while he was fucking her but had not yet got up the courage to entice her into wanting him to fuck her ass. He would have to be careful not to tear her but he was sure she could handle it if he did it right. Like got her hot wet and horney. He could feel his cock switching in his pants and was surprised that he could manage to become aroused after the fucking session he had Cassie had had at the rest stop 40 minutes back. She loved his cock and what he did to her so maybe just maybe he could persuade her to letting him fuck her ass and spurting his semen deep in her bowels.

“A penny for them Grandad,” interrupted his thoughts. ” I was just thinking about where we will book into. Do you have any thoughts.”

“No I don’t mind where we stay as long as we can sleep together and enjoy ourselves’ He had to agree with her, the reason for their trip to Denver was to buy a bed so that they could fuck every night in their own bed. Not the spare bed at his house, or the bed he had shared with his wife for nearly 40 years, but a bed for him and Cassie. His Granddaughter.

They pulled into the left lane and drove towards the city, Cassie was looking at the motel signs and reading aloud what they had to offer. “Look Grandad, that one has a spa pool, sauna and King size beds.” A spa and Sauna would be fun, especially if we had it to our selves.’ Without answering, Grandad pulled off the road and drove towards the reception. “Come on Cassie, we’ll go and check it out.”

Grandad led the way into the reception area, where an man was flicking through a folder. “Good afternoon Sir and Madam may I help you.”

“We would like to have a look at your rooms please.’ Grandad, replied. “And the spa and sauna area too,” added Cassie. “Certainly, follow me. Picking up a bunch of keys from the desk behind him he walked torbalı escort through a door and held it open for Cassie and Grandad. “How long do you plan to stay sir?”

“Just the one night, we are in Denver to buy a bed for my Granddaughter. Looking at Cassie with a smile he replied. You are a lucky girl, aren’t you” Cassie returned his smile and said “Yes’ I am.”

Climbing the staircase and entering a hallway the receptionist unlocked the door to the left. Opening it he walked in a opened the curtains. “This is our suite with a king size and adjoining door to a smaller room for your Granddaughter “and on this side you have a private spa and sauna. Indicating to the door on the right. “Does that suit”? he asked Grandad. Looking at Cassie she nodded and asked to see her room. Unlocking the adjoining door he directed Cassie into a smaller room with a queen sized bed. “I love it Grandad, she called, and with that he told the receptionist they would take it. “Ok come down to reception when you are ready and fill out the paperwork.” With that he handed Grandad the key and shut the door behind him.

Cassie ran into Granddads arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. “A king sized bed and an queen sized bed, we will have to try both and see what suits us.” Reading her mind, he agreed. “Tonight was going to be another enjoyable night, he thought to himself.

After filling out the paper work Grandad and Cassie went further in the city and stopped at a shopping mall. “We both need a change of underwear Cassie. How about I choose something for you and you do the same for me. I’ll meet you back here in half an hour..”

“Ok Grandad,she said as he patted her bum and walked in the direction of the men’s clothing store.

Half an hour later they met back at the decided place and Grandad was carrying a shopping bag with at least four or five parcels in it. Cassie has a small package wrapped in gold paper. “No peeping Cassie, this is a surprise for later:. “I can’t wait” Cassie giggled, wondering what Grandad had brought her.

“Let’s go and have something to eat to tide us over till dinnertime, I told reception we would order room service, is that ok with you” Smiling to herself, Cassie said, “That’s a wonderful idea Grandad. She knew that they probably wouldn’t eat later….not food anyway. They had each other.

Making their way back to the motel, Grandad decided to ask Cassie if he could fuck her ass. If she said no he would respect her answer and not mention it again. But the thought of poking her virgin ass with his huge cock was beginning to turn him on. His erection starting urla escort to grow in his pants as they walked hand in hand toward their motel rooms.

Once they were back in the privacy of their room he reached for her and slipped his hands beneath her tee shirt. “You have the most lovely breasts Cassie, I just love to lick and suck them.”

“Any time Grandad” she said as she closed her eyes to enjoy the pleasure he was giving her. Lifting the top over her head and throwing it across the room, he lifted her and carried her to the king size bed. Lying her down he slipped the skirt over her hips and stood to look at the beautiful view before him. Undoing his trousers his cock sprang to attention all to the delight of Cassie, who loved to see her Granddads cock standing to attention. Moving across the bed, Cassie removed her panties and threw them at her grandad. “Sniff these and tell me I’m not horney” she teased. Holding the crutch of her panties to his face he inhaled the aroma of her muskiness.

Climbing on the bed beside her he took her in his arms and showered her body with kisses and nips. He could tell she was ready to accept his cock in her pussy but he wanted to take his time seducing her. Wanted to wait for the right minute to ask if he could take her virgin ass with his massive hard on. As he licked and kissed her breasts and nipples he felt his way down to her pussy and explored her wet lips and hard clit. She moaned and encouraged him to play and massage her. Lifting her bottom he slipped his hand underneath her and slipped his finger down toward her puckered hole. The moisture from her wet pussy was enough to allow him entry inside her ass. He slowly pushed his index finger into her and moved it in and out simulating fucking. She moaned and pushed her ass down on his finger allowing him to reach further into her. “Grandad, would you fuck me there with you cock?” The words he had been waiting to hear. Cassie wanted him to fuck he ass. Not wanting to appear to forward he whispered to her, “But Cassie I would probably hurt you and I don’t ever want to do that. My cock is so big it would definitely hurt for a start until you got used to it.”

“I want you to try, your finger feels so good, I can only imagine your cock will feel better.”

Ok sweetheart, I will be gentle, he said with a smile on his lips. His fantasy was going to finally come true. He was going to fuck his granddaughters tight ass. ‘If you do as I tell you Cassie, it should and hopefully will be enjoyable for both of us.”

Lie on your back and lift your legs over my shoulders. This way you ass is in a direct buca escort line with my cock and it should be more natural than fucking you doggy style. Cassie did as he asked and lifted her legs up over her granddads shoulders. Slipping his fingers back in her saturated pussy he finger fucked her to help her relax and then wiped his fingers on her waiting virgin ass. Then he slipped his engorged cock into her and trusted deeply into her making sure his cock was covered in her delicious wetness.

Once he was well lubed he stopped and asked her if she was sure this was what she wanted. “Yes Grandad I want you to fuck me in the ass, I saw some pictures in the penthouses in your shed and it looked really hot I have wanted to try it since but have been to scared to ask you to do it, in case you were disgusted with me”

“There is nothing that would disgust me when it comes to sex Cassie, you are going to learn that as we go along.” I have plenty of fantasies and this is one of them.” With that he pushed the head of his cock against her hole and forced it into her. Holding her tightly against his chest he continued pushing until the mushroom sized head was inside her ass. Cassie yelped but begged him continue. ” I can handle it grandad, please don’t stop!” Taking her to her word he forced his cock into her hard and stopped as six of the ten inches disappeared. The feeling was better than he expected, as he started to slowly fuck her ass, the lubrication helping to ease the friction. Cassie yelped but encouraged him on, pushing herself forward inviting him to go faster. It was long before he felt his balls tighten and the feeling of the cum rising in his cock.

Sweat was covering Cassies forehead as he pumped her sweet ass the same way he pumped her beautiful pussy. Looking down he could see his cock shining with her ass juices and the stretched ring of her anus hugging his cock. That was enough to make him cum, spurting his semen deep inside her he pushed all ten inches in her ass. Cassie screamed as he came, the feeling of her bowels being flooded by her granddads sperm made her cum as well. The feeling was incredible for both of them.

As he slipped from her ass he gently lowered her legs and stretched out beside her. “Sorry, if I hurt you honey, but I couldn’t help myself”

“I loved it Grandad, and want to do it again, but not to soon, my bum is a bit tender.” Taking the hint he the slid down the bed and opened her legs. Holding her buttocks he lifted her bum and gently licked her burning ass. Kissing and licking his own cum from her ass was the one thing he could do after she let him fuck her ass with his massive cock. And yes he would fuck her as again soon, next time doggy style. He would have to remember to buy a tube of KY gel for that though. God how he loved Cassie it was certainly going to be fun once they brought the new bed. Tomorrow he whispered, won’t come soon enough.

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Sitting nervously in my car, watching the house, I debate whether to flee, or go through with this. God, how nervous I am, having met these friends online so many months before, why is it so hard to finally go and meet them face to face? Knowing the answer, a picture in my mind flooding my senses of a young handsome thing I had grown ever too close to. Tres. Pronounced Trace, his name rolling easily off my tongue, so unique, having been given that moniker, by his parents, meaning three. Heart, soul, and mind. The very thought of this man making my tummy do flip-flops, and my heart to feel as if ready to burst. Thinking, well you know honey, things are much different in real life. He is much to young for you, and underlying all the sexual tension and teasing of the previous months, you know that, and you will do what is right for him. Hoping I can walk the fine line between what is right and what I want.

Checking my reflection once more in the rearview, opting to apply fresh summer rose lipstick to my full lips. Rummaging through my makeup bag, taking my plum eyeliner, and gliding it under the lower lashes of each eye. Touching it to the upper corners as well. I blot the lipstick, leaving a perfect shaped kiss on the tissue. My cheeks sprinkled with freckles from the sun’s kiss, never wearing much makeup, liking instead to enhance what is there naturally, I decide, this is enough. Pulling the natural bristled brush through my long hair, it’s color a beige, with lighter streaks of blonde running through the thick waves. I twist it up, clipping it, letting a few tendrils lay loosely, curling over my nape, and framing my face with shorter layers. I reach for the door, and get out.

The contrast of the hot Atlanta sun, warming me instantly as I step out of the coolness of my airconditioned car, I stand, basking for a moment in it. Tugging my faded, cut-off denim shorts down a bit, and smooth out the short white t-backed tank, that allows my left shoulders’ adornment of a 4″ wide swallowtail butterfly tattoo, with the blue-eyed leopardess superimposed in it’s wings to show. I reach in…getting my sandals from the car, dropping them, and stepping each perfectly pedicured foot into the leather, wiggling prettily rose painted toes, and bend to adjust the golden toe-ring on the second toe of my left foot. The black rose toe-ring tattoo on my right foot’s second toe, giving testament as well as the slave anklet with it’s tiny bells, to my other life. Taking a bit of cocoa and shea butter cream, smoothing it over long golden tanned legs, and gliding the remainder over my arms, it gives my tan a deep luster, I straighten, and head for the house.

Stopping at the door, taking a deep breath, I hesitantly ring the bell. Well, here goes my girl, sighing, remembering my motto, “Return with Honor.” Scowling, shit, why do I have to have that motto! I giggle to myself, so bad, you are soooo very bad woman. Snapping back to reality as I hear approaching footsteps on the other side of the door. Gulping hard, as the knob turns, suddenly there is a sweet-faced woman looking back at me. I smile, and say, “Lisa?”

“Shae!!! I’d know that voice anywhere!” laughing, she pulls me into a tight hug. “Come on girl! We’ve been wondering when you’d get here!” Lisa, takes my hand pulling me along after her. Loving her already, her gentle way making me feel instantly at ease. She stands only 5’3″, reddish hair draping over her shoulders, small and petite, she is everything I had pictured. “Some were getting a little restless, thinking you might not show.” she says. “One in particular, has been watching for you.” she giggles, poking me in the side, wriggling her eyebrows. My face, blushes crimson, telling thoughts I had hoped to keep to myself. Hearing music playing and voices we pass through the french doors, into the backyard, where Lisa announces, “She’s hereeeeeeee!”

A tall, oh so very tall man, jumps up. I know at once this one as Rico. Grinning as he rushes taking me in a big hug sweeping me off my feet, swinging me around, “Shea! You made it!!” Rico shouts out. As he sets me down, I peer up into the piercing blue eyes, almost appearing violet, smiling into them.

“Sweet man, so good to meet you my friend.” I say, my eyes taking in his commanding features, long black hair pulled neatly back into a ponytail, long thin face, yes, this is our Gothman, grinning back at him. His voice not matching his appearance, soft, higher in pitch, but growly at times, remembering the tracks of his band’s songs I had listened to so many times, him singing lead vocals.

“So, you ready to take that long walk, m’love?” I say, teasingly. We have all assembled here, friends from far and near, who had grown so close to he and Lisa over the previous year, to bear witness to their nuptials.

“Oh, yeah!” Rico replies, with his familiar “Ha ha ha ha ha” laugh. He looks to Lisa, his eyes softening, “I am the luckiest man alive, Shea.”

“Yes, you are my friend, yes you are.” I gush, pulling them both into a warm hug. “We are all here for you both, and I for one…love you both dearly!” Catching a movement out of the corner of my eye, looking around Rico’s shoulder, I see him, and my heart flutters, konak escort knowing at once, as he approaches us, who he is…Tres!

My arms slip from the embrace, and Rico and Lisa part, giving me full view of this one who has invaded my every thought for so long. A slow grin spreading across my face, meeting his gaze with my own. As our eyes meet, a jolt rushing through me, I gasp, feeling his eyes pulling me in, laying his soul bare. My own, suddenly feeling a completeness. My eyes travelling over his body, he is tall, well over 6′, dark hair, almost black, short with bangs feathering across his forehead. He sports long sideburns, which accentuate his full cheeks, and oh my, those lips, so full, and kissable. The dark hair cradling his chin, invoking wild thoughts of what that might feel like brushing against the insides of my thighs causing my face to flush. Finding myself running into his arms, I cling to him. Blinking back tears, feeling so overwhelmed by his very presence, wishing at once, we were alone. Feeling his arms encircle me, holding me tight to him, the thought occurs to me, “how can something, that feels so right, be wrong?” He pulls away a bit, looking into my eyes, his dark green eyes, outlined by ebony lashes, seeing the truth in me, I just want to fall into them, and be swallowed up.

His voice, deep and strong, caressing me, as he says, “Shea, it’s about damn time!” He smiles, and my heart melts further.

“You too sweet man, you too.” I murmur softly. All the thoughts of behaving before our meeting suddenly gone in an instant. Feeling large hands on my shoulder, I turn to meet Rico’s grin.

“Okay, you two…break it up!” he says, laughing evilly. “Come on Shea, a few more intros for you.” and leads me off, making the rounds of meeting he and Lisa’s many friends. I look back over my shoulder, to Tres, wanting to be back in his arms, biting my lip, hoping he knows that.

After all the introductions are made, the evening settles into idle chat and merriment. Rico gets out his guitar and plays for us all, and we sing along when we know the tune. Others taking over the guitar as Rico checks the ribs he has grilling.

As the drinking gets fully underway, and other illicit activities, everyone seems to ease into a comfortable state with one another. Much laughing and teasing is done, at Lisa and Rico’s expense, horror tales of marriages gone awry, and how once the couple says “I do,” they don’t. Giggling at the statements, knowing how they serve to unnerve the betrothed couple, I can’t help but add a few hilarious observations of my own. Having chosen to sit with Tres, feeling his eyes on me as I chat easily, as is my way. Looking around for Lisa, I decide to go find her, and help with the preparation of the night’s meal. No need for the bride-to-be to be working so hard. As I rise to head toward the kitchen, I turn to see Tres, watching my departure, and again, feel the surge of want rushing through my body.

I find Lisa, in the kitchen, taking ears of corn out of a steaming pot on the stove. “Hey, girlie, let me help you, hon!” I say. “What needs done, Mrs. Chavez?” laughing at calling her the soon to be married name.

“Oh, thanks Shea!” she replies and motions to the oven. I grab some oven mitts and begin taking the baked potatoes out and assembling them on a tray. Gathering up all the condiments, salt, pepper, butter, and sourcream, and placing them on a small tray as well. I grab a stack of napkins and follow off behind her.

“Rico? We ready?” Lisa asks. He nods, and she announces, “Ok, ya’all…come and get it!” We set the trays amongst the paper plates and all begin ambling toward the buffet of food.

I opt to wait for the line to die down, and lean against the wall, enjoying the coolness against my hot skin. I take a long drink of my Corona, sucking gently as the lime wedge slips back up into the neck. Smiling as Tres walks toward me. Leaning against the wall with me, I turn my head, and wink at him. Grinning as I see those sweet cheeks flush crimson. I lean towards him…whispering up to his ear, “Don’t worry my sweet, I don’t bite…well, actually that’s a lie, I do!” giggling, feeling the effects of the beer slightly, ” Maybe…you should be afraid…” I whisper again, with an evil chuckle, “but, am hopin’, not too afraid..” my eyes looking into his, seeing not the slightest trace of trepidation, liking that. I say, “Come on, baby, the line has died down.” We walk together to fix our plates, and I say, ” Now…how am I supposed to be genteel, eating ribs and corn-on-the-cob?”

“You? Genteel?” Tres says as he elbows me, plopping a buttery cob on my plate.

Walking back to our seats, we listen as all are talking and Rico meanders in to put on some discs. The warm, humid Atlanta evening sun, fading in the western sky, stars are beginning to twinkle, fighting for their time to reign, along with the moon. I finish, and rise to take our plates and dispose of them, as I toss them into the can, I hear a familiar tune begin to play. Immediately, my blue eyes meet Tres’.

He gets up, stretching his long legs, and crosses the yard to me. His fingers reaching for my hand, manisa escort gripping it, he pulls me to him. The song, by Staind, “Epiphany” begins it’s low, haunting melody as my body molds to his. Careless of what others see or know, we begin to slowly sway to the sounds of “our” song. Laying my head against his chest, I just feel, as the words caress us, having so long ago, found this song, and claimed it as our own. I lean up and whisper, “Baby? How can this be…Rico playing this particular song?”

His lips brush along my ear, and he whispers back, ” I told him to play it,” chuckling huskily, ” had to think of a way to get you into my arms.” His hands on my waist, sliding around me, holding me, oh so tight, feeling the length of his body against mine, I quiver. Taking one hand away, I slide it into my back pocket, retrieving a key. Concealing it in my palm, I slide the card shaped key, into the front pocket of his jeans.

Murmuring softly as the song fades, “Only if you want to, Baby, no pressure, no strings.” Clinging to him for a moment more, wishing so badly to just be alone, he and I. Knowing I had told him where I was staying before making the trip. Having picked a hotel close to Rico and Lisa’s home, but not too close, I smile softly into his eyes. Feeling suddenly weak in the knees.

He guides me back to our seats, and we once again, begin our idle chatter with our newly met friends. The evening wears on, and the night sky is dotted with heavenly winks and swirls of milky way luster. Occasionally a plane soars overhead, it’s red and blue lights contrasting against the stars.

Stifling a yawn, I rise and say, “My sweet friends, I am going to head back to the hotel. The long drive having sapped me somewhat, I wish for a long hot shower.” Hearing their protests, I say, ” No, no, it wouldn’t do for ya’all to be dozing at the altar, now would it?” chuckling. I walk to them and hug them each tightly, feeling honored to be even invited to share in their big day. Thanking them both for a beautiful evening, I turn to say goodnight to their friends, telling each I will see them the following day at the church. Priding myself in remembering all their names.

“Come on Shea, I’ll walk you to your car.” Tres says, standing. Telling Rico he will be back shortly. We walk through the house and out the door. As soon as we clear the house, I reach for his hand, entwining my fingers with his. We reach the car, and I lean back against the door, facing him. Looking up into his eyes, taking his hand, guiding it to my lips, kissing the back of it. Then turning it over, kissing the palm, my tongue snaking out to lick where my lips had been, my eyes never leaving his.

“My angel, give me about a half-hour, and I will be there. I want to be there.” he says, as he lifts my chin, leaning in to brush his lips against mine, pressing in, his tongue slipping between my parted lips, dancing with my own. Passion rising between us as his kiss shakes me to the core. He pulls back, and brushes an errant tendril from my eyes, gazing at me. I smile weakly and move to get in, him holding the door for me. One more kiss ever so gently placed to my lips and he says, “Soon, baby, very soon.” and closes the door.

I start the car, and put it in gear, wiggling my fingers at him as I pull away. I look in the rear view as he makes his way back to the house, thinking, “Shea, damn girl, what happened to behaving?”

Rolling into the hotel parking lot, I stop, and exit. Having checked in earlier, I go directly to the elevator, and push number 5 for my floor. Lost in a daydream, the *ding* of the announcement of the arrival to my floor, brings me back to the present. Walking the long hallway to my room, I take the extra key and slide it into the lock. Entering and turning on a small bedside light, I slip out of my sandals, and turn on some tunes I brought with me for my portable boombox. Walking to the bathroom to brush my teeth and freshen up, I feel suddenly giddy. Standing before the mirror, I looking back at my reflection, avoiding my own gaze staring back at me. ” So what is wrong with wanting this man? Yes, he is so very young, but his soul, is that of one who has lived many lifetimes.” I finally meet my own eyes, and conclude, nothing is wrong with it, he adores me, and I him, is all that matters, Each of us knowing what the other can give, and accepting our place. Two separate lives, but two hearts joining long ago, more than lust, a deep friendship having grown from the very beginning, only much later did the passion between us kindle from an ember to a raging fire.

Peeling the tank top over my head, folding it neatly and setting on the vanity, my fingers fumble with the button of my shorts, finally undoing it. Unzipping and shimmying out of them, picking them up from the floor, and laying with my top. Unhooking the front clasp of my convertible bra, it’s straps able to be adjusted for any type of needed bra, I slide the straps over my shoulders and roll it in a tiny ball, concealing it between the folded material of my shorts. Closing the door a bit, I reach for the black satin teddy hanging there. Donning it, the coolness of the satin as menderes escort it falls over my curves making my body spread with goose-flesh. I slip into the matching short robe and go back into the room…walking about, lighting gardenia scented votive candles I had brought with me, their soft glow flickering throughout the room. Easing onto the bed, wishing to relax, calm my nerves a bit… as I wait.

Blue eyes fluttering open as I hear the key slide into the latch of the door. My heart jumps to my throat, blinking my eyes, I realize I must have dozed off, and as I hear the door open, I swing my legs to the side of the bed and jump up. Turning to the sound, I come face to face with Tres, frozen in place for a moment. His eyes slowly move over my body, then our eyes meeting, he murmurs, “C’mere.”

I pad softly on barefeet to him. The gentle tinkling of the slave anklet floating through the room as I walk. Stopping before him I gaze up into those eyes of green. Seeing the softening there, my heart melts, and I reach for his hand.

Taking it, placing it gently against my chest. Closing my eyes, wishing to convey these feelings running rampant through me. His fingers touch my face, and I turn my cheek into his palm, opening my eyes, looking to him. Reaching one hand out to touch, long rose-colored nails tracing the outline of his strong jawline. The other taking his hand on my chest, bringing it to my lips, spreading his fingers with my tongue, licking long strokes up and down the length of each. His eyes watching the gentle dance of my tongue, rolling it over the tip of each finger, suckling each in turn, into my mouth. Circling his fingers with my tongue, watching his eyes, mesmerized by the actions of my tongue. His hand drops from my face, slipping around my waist, pulling me roughly to him.

I press my body to his, feeling his hand on my lower back, pulling me tighter against him, my short teddy rising as he does. I feel the hardness of his sex against my body. Raising up on tip-toes to rub my mound against him, craving what he has. Letting his middle finger slip from my mouth. I pull his t-shirt from his jeans. Tugging it up over his head, and tossing it aside, his hands pushing the robe off my shoulders, we mold our bodies together. I slide my hands up, behind his head, gripping his hair, I pull. His head lays back, stretching his neck before me, running my tongue along the side, over his throat, up to his ear. Tracing the outline with my tongue, probing into his ear canal, nibbling at the lobe, softly whispering, “I need.” I blow softly, into his ear, feeling him shiver. I move my mouth down, sucking the tender skin of his neck. His arms crushing me to him, throaty moans escaping his lips, turning his face to me, his eyes open, and we gaze…no words needing to be said. Pulling his mouth to mine, kissing so tenderly at first, our lips caressing each other, tongues searching for one another, then the overwhelming passion…taking control.

Feeling my gown lifted, being pulled up…over the soft round of my belly, further still, until my bare flesh meets his chest. Inhaling deeply as my nipples press into him. His mouth hungry on mine, he reaches up to unclip my hair, tossing the hair claw, his fingers entwining into the mass of waves as they tumble down my back. Breaking our kiss, I push him back a step, and remove the teddy completely. Standing with only a black satin thong on, it’s edges trimmed in lace, I slip my fingertips into the waist of his jeans. Pulling him gently back to me, kissing softly over his chest. Bending to touch my tongue to one nipple, teasing it, raking the nub with my teeth, tugging, then suckling it into my mouth. His moans, spurring me on, kissing across his chest, taking the other nipple, and giving it the same attention. Lowering myself, kissing a trail as I sink to my knees.

Nuzzling into the hardness of his crotch, feeling him want to be free, but taking my time to tease him further. Nibbling at the fabric, taking it between my teeth, tugging. Making my tongue firm, licking, tracing the outline of his bulge, he twitches under the denim.

“Shea, baby, damn….” Tres moans. His hands moving through my hair. I look up into his eyes as I unbutton, moving my mouth to take the zipper clasp into my teeth and lower it slowly. Reaching around, slipping my fingers into the waist, and pulling. As the jeans fall, his cock springs forth, and I catch the tip with my tongue. Holding it there as my fingers curl around his shaft, lifting, snaking my tongue down the underside, down to his sac. Gliding my tongue over the skin, gripping his cock firmly, as I suck one ball into my mouth, wetting it, swirling my tongue gently over it, so as not to hurt, letting it slip easily out, and taking the other in to the warmth of my hungry mouth. His moans becoming louder, ringing through the room, his grip tightening in my hair, as I let him slip out gently, his balls resting against my chin. Rising up on my knees, I press my tongue firmly against his vas deferens, pushing up, coaxing precum up to the head, then guide his cock to my lips, gliding the head along my lips, as if applying lipstick to them. My tongue licks my lips, tasting the precum there. Snaking out to taste more, pressing into the small hole, moaning as I suckle his essence from him. His hands pulling my head down, wanting entrance to my mouth. I let his cockhead, pop between my lips, swirling my tongue over it, circling him, sucking, wanting more.

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I (33 years old, slightly overweight but still decently muscular) am hot and sweaty after a fierce workout. I walk into the shower room of the gym. With a towel wrapped around my waist, I see you (an older man) entering the locker room as well. We had several brief conversations in the weight room waiting for several pieces of equipment to become available. Your slight and seemingly incidental touches drove me crazy with confusion and wonder, and want! I nod at you going towards the shower, you nod back, the sweat from your workout has seeped through your mesh workout shirt and running shorts.

Unwrapping my towel before entering the shower stall, I look back to see if anyone is watching. Having recently gained weight, I’m self conscious and comfortable being nude in public. I turn on the hot water and the let the steam rise around me. I take the shampoo and lather it around my decent sized cock and balls, rinsing the sweat of an epic workout off of me. I reach for the soap bar when I hear a knock at the shower door. Its you. I crack the door open and the steam that misted any vision of my body in a protective haze eeked through the crack. You tell me that all the showers are taken and if I would mind sharing with him, you look away to draw my attention away from an obvious look down at my soapy cock. I stutter nervously, not knowing exactly what to say. I am attracted to your stature, your posture, your brazenness, but I know so little of man and man interaction. While I am internalizing all of these things, you have walked in, said thanks for understanding, and closed the door of the shower.

You reach around me and turn the hot water back on. Your hand falls down towards my plump, but muscular rear end, letting it graze along the bottom curve. My cock springs to attention! “Woah there partner,” you say, cocking your head getting a good glimpse of my penis. You turn gaziemir escort around, untying your towel and hanging it up in the stall. Your firm lean ass beckons to me. “I really am glad that you are cool with this, you sem like a nice guy from the weight room and the other showers were taken,” you say as you turn around. The shower is tight. Your body motion pits us next to each other, full contact between our sides. “Besides,” you continue, ” if two guys can’t shower together, what is this country coming to?” I nod, completely entranced by the moment. You reach behind me for another bar of soap, your tool rubbing against my leg, mid-thigh.

It can’t be that big I think to myself, it just can’t be. I step forward to allow you to get a better access to the soap bin, you move forward and the Louisville Slugger you call a dick is softly entrenched between my ass cheeks. The tickling feeling between my legs, livens my spirits and other aspects of my anatomy.

You wash yourself fairly quickly, talking about nonsensical things, trying to alleviate all the tension in the shower. You reach out and grab my sides, beginning to scrub my back and sides. You giggle as I squirm in the moment of your grabbing me in places you want. You kneel down slowly and massage each thigh, calf, knee, and ankle. You move to the other leg, moving upwards. Ankle, calf, knee, lower thigh, mid thigh, upper thigh moving backwards to my buttocks, where your nose is tickling the outside of my cheek, nudging it gently. You instruct me to turn around…

To this day I will never know what prompted me to turn around so fast. As soon as I did, your hand encapsulated my shaft, stroking softly, reassuring and confident. Your other hand reached for under my balls, cupping, fondling, pulling them ever-so-slightly. You stop stroking my shaft and reach under my ass, cupping karabağlar escort and caressing my quivering ass, my knees weak with pleasure at your touch, your affection being poured out onto me. I see your cock also pick up with excitement as well, I begin to make a move for it, curious to see what a cock in my hand would feel like. You push my hand away, “You’ll have all the time in the world for that later,” you reassure me. I begin to wonder what that means when you nibble on my mushroom head with your lips. You kiss my head, licking a tad at the rim of the head. My mind and penis is about to explode with nervous excitement, homophobic terror, and unbridled passion all at once. Your hand, which was exploring the curves of my ass has now found the tight clenches of my rear. You tease the entrance with a couple of fingers, then as your mouth descends on the entire head of my cock, your finger shoots in the entrance of my ass. I thrust forward, not fully prepared for the pain, but especially the pleasure of the first time of you entering me. Then, you stand up, whisper in my ear that this isn’t the place for what has now become inevitable.

We pile out of the shower, the gym towels barely able to conceal the erections that we both sport. I go to put my street clothes back on and exit the locker room. You are waiting by the door of the locker room. “Follow me,” was your simple instruction. You get in an impeccable Cadillac Escalade and I follow you to the outskirts of town. We pull into the warehouse district of our town, by the harbor. You pull up to a brick warehouse with several other cars parked outside of the gigantic structure. As I get out of my car, you walk towards me, telling me this is your place and several other guys lived here as well. We walk in the door together, your arm around me. Several guys are on the couch, laying on one another. kemalpaşa escort I’m introduced to the men, but my attention is drawn to a couple on the couch, one’s mouth attacking the other’s cock in a loving assault. The younger man’s, late teens, head is rolled back in wonder and fantasy. Your hand quickly directs my body back towards you, leading me upstairs of the remodeled warehouse. The guys downstairs catcalled all sorts of encouragement! You cover my ears to try and protect me from their perversion, then whisper a different idea in my head. I love it!

I take off my pants and underwear and trot downstairs handing one of each to the guys on the couch. One man, about 35, thanks me for my boxer briefs by cupping my bottom and offering his room anytime I felt in need. I laugh it off and say that I’m spoken for. Running back upstairs, I call for you, I hear your voice in the room down the hall, I walk in and walk in the room. Glancing around the dark room, I don’t see your impressive physique anywhere. I hear the door shut and I am tackled from behind and slammed on the bed. You gently grab my cock from behind and begin stroking again. I instantly perk up! I turn around and you stand over me. Its my turn, its my time. I try to find a starting point, I’m impressed by your abs, your rock hard ass, your tantalizing thighs, but most of all, the foot long poking me in the eye. I kiss the head of your cock long and slow. I flick my tongue over the mushroom of the grandest cock I will ever see. My hands run down the back of your thighs as my mouth goes along your shaft for what seems like minutes, kissing every spot I can muster while my other hand cups and begins to fondle your massive bulges. I feel a tightness and release in your balls and then I’m hit with a blast of salty wonder that slams the back of my throat. I taste and begin my craving for the salty nectar of your being. Even though you shot a Big Gulp’s worth in my mouth, some oozes out. You take the leftovers and spread it all over my shaved head, giggling as you do. “You’re part of the gang now, feel free to move in anytime,” you say, “but upstairs rooms come with a different price,” you say, eyeing my bottom.

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The first time I ever utilized the services of a prostitute I was in Amsterdam for a UNIX conference, back in the mid 90s. The megacorp I was contracted with had budget dollars to burn, and I couldn’t resist the lure of legal weed and really good beer. I’d started smoking a little in college and was briefly a fan, but gave it up periodically when I changed firms. I eagerly anticipated the legendary “coffeeshops” in Amsterdam – not really realizing that prostitution was legal there.

After skipping the first afternoon and smoking way too much hash with a Brit named Rob, he grabbed my shoulder and steered me over to the Red Light district. While he was three years younger than me, and kind of annoying, he was an old hand at this. We stumbled along until I realized that we were walking past large open windows filled with beautiful young women.

“Are they underwear models?” I asked stupidly. I was really high.

“No, you stupid Yank, they’re whores.”

“They can’t be!” I said, scandalized. I’d seen a prostitute getting busted once during my senior class trip to New York City. Before that I thought they were mythical. “They’re, they’re . . . young!”

“If you want to bag an old hag, that’s two streets over,” Rob said knowledgably. “Me, I like them young. And blonde,” he added as we passed a golden-haired goddess that was preening in her window, looking more bored than alluring.

“So, let me get this straight,” I said, looking around to see if anyone could overhear. “I can have sex with, say, that Valkyrie over there. And she will, no questions asked.”

“If you have the brass,” he said, nodding. I assumed he meant money.

“And she won’t call the police?”

“No bloody way!”

I was speechless.

I had had six relationships of a sexual nature during my college year – four one-night stands and two reasonably long relationships. Being a geek wasn’t the handicap it had been in high school. But I was still shy, unskilled, and no doubt a pretty lousy lay. I looked at that blonde girl in the window, noticed her name was Helga (She sure as hell didn’t look like a Helga!) and that her price was . . . well, not as much as I’d just dropped on a ball of hash in a coffeehouse. I could fuck this super-model quality woman without cheesy lines, without getting her drunk, without worrying about what she might say in the morning, just a simple business transaction and back to the hotel . . .

It was like I was six years old and had awakened in Disneyland.

My recent trysts with Carla “Cuntmouth” Dawes, former high-school cheerleader and present junkie whore, had not only fired up my erotic imagination, but they had taken enough of the edge off of my personal id that I felt more relaxed and confident in other realms. Specifically, my social life improved a bit. The same evening Carla gave her rooftop performance I went to a rarity, these days: a website launch party.

Back in the 90s there was one of these every few days, caviar and champagne affairs that were designed to show off How Big We Are Going To Get to the press, the industry, and, most importantly, to potential investors. It was a glamorous, extravagant waste of venture capital, but you’d be shocked how often it paid off come IPO time. That was then.

Now these things are done with far less money, but with a bit more style. This one was in a rented hotel suite in the Downtown area, and while there was, technically, champagne, it was cheap and used mostly for Mimosas. I’d been invited not only because I still had money I might want to invest, but because several of the team members were fellow geeks I’d met on previous jobs. My presence lent a bit of gravitas, I knew, as I still enjoyed a very minor rep in the industry-watchers’ circles for being one of the smart ones who got out of the bubble before it burst. I had also worked on the West Coast, Back In The Day, for some legendary firms, and that made me a minor celebrity among the hometown’s homegrown techies.

I sipped my drink and mingled, looking at displays and charts with an absent eye while I scoped the crowd. The usual suspects – only a little older, a little pudgier, and a lot poorer than a few years ago. But not unhopeful. These were smart people, most of them, and while delivering pizzas at night while you hack code for free in hopes a real job someday seems a little desperate to an outsider, these guys were smart enough to know that the tech sector is continuously evolving, and the next boom would happen . . . eventually.

My eye lit upon one figure almost immediately, and I began to work my way through the crowd towards her. The coincidence, the irony, was just too great to pass up. Beverly Li was a youngish looking Asian woman who had started her professional life hacking Unix code, and was smart enough to know that while tech was hot, the real money makers were the suits, not the programmers. She worked the educational fund angle, taking free classes from whatever corporation she was working for at the time. She ended up with a degree in balçova escort business, and would have been fabulously wealthy had she not gotten involved in some tricky litigation with several of her partners and a large multinational firm.

Bev always landed on top, though. I think it was from sheer force of will. Asian women are stereotypically demure and submissive, but apparently Bev never read the manual. She was an imposing woman, one of those who get called “bitch” behind her back at every job she’d ever been at. She worked out hard, turning her once-chubby body into a block of concrete. She was almost completely tactless in social situations, due, she claimed, to coming from a mixed Korean/Taiwanese background, which, she insisted, made her a natural social pariah in Asian society, so why the fuck bother with tact with stupid white people? At 25 she had already been married and divorced twice, and been in at least three lesbian relationships that I was aware of. While her manner kind of scared me she was really funny in a biting, acidic sort of way, and she seemed to like me.

She also had gone to my High School. We didn’t get to be friends until years after, but she was one of the flat-chested little nerd girls who hung out in the library and got harassed by the Bitch Squad, as Carla’s group had been unaffectionately known. If there was one woman on Earth who would appreciate hearing about Carla the Crack Whore, it was Bev.

I hadn’t seen her in almost a year, and after the requisite drunken hug and slobbery cheek-kiss, we grabbed a couch and caught up on old times.

“Cooper! Coop! God, it’s been ages! You still retired?”

“Yep. What are you doing these days?”

“I’m a consultant,” she said with a wry grin. That usually means your unemployment has run out.

“What kind of consultant?”

“What kind do you need?”

We laughed harder than we should have. “Actually, I’m doing pretty decent right now – two new clients this week. Including these guys. So I might just get paid someday.” She filled me in on her legal and sexual escapades, both of which were entertaining. I, in turn, talked about my real estate purchases and passed along a stock tip I was putting a little something on myself. Then I casually steered the conversation back to High School, setting up before dropping the bomb.

“Oh,” I started casually, “I ran into someone from the Good Ole Days a few weeks ago. Perhaps you remember her: Carla Dawes?”

The shift in Bev’s face was subtle, but delicious. The amount of built up anger, pain and resentment in her eyes told me that she still held feelings for Carla – none of them good.

“Oh, really?” she said, equally as casual. She sipped her drink for a moment and I swear I could hear her brain burning with resentment. “What is she up to these days? Wifey-mommy, real-estate bimbo or bridal boutique owner?”

“Crack whore, actually,” I said, sipping my own drink.

“Guffaw. No, really, what’s the bitch up to?”

“I’m serious, she’s a crack whore. I saw here in the ghetto a few weeks back.”

“Please God tell me you are serious.”

“I’m serious. Bitch is a drugged out cocksucker-for-hire. Streetwalker. Ho. Fallen Woman. Prosititute. Professional Temporary Girlfriend. Lady of the–“

“Yeah, I’m impressed with your vocabulary. Damn! For real? Wow, that’s . . . I’m stunned.”

“I thought you’d be interested.”

“A fo’ real, doh, ho? Out-fucking-standing. That’s delicious irony with a side of ranch, now, isn’t it? I thought the bitch would be married with brats by now, working on her second husband. Did you talk to her?”

“I paid her to suck my dick.”

Bev’s mouth was on the floor, the most reactive I’d ever seen her. “You are shitting me.”

“Nope. Twenty bucks, in the front of my car, and she swallowed.”

“Damn, Coop, didn’t think you had it in you.”

“How could I pass up an opportunity like that, I ask you? Former cheerleader princess, sucking my dick for rock in my $85,000.00 car? That’s got to be one of my all-time life experiences.”

“I hear you. Damn, I wish I could see that. I may have to cruise over there some time, see if she likes tacos. What I wouldn’t give to have that bitch’s foul tongue on my clit.”

“Well, let’s begin negotiations.”

“What do you—oh, damn, you’re serious? You can make it happen?”

“If the price is right.”

“Coop, you intrigue me. Ok, it can’t be money that you want, so what? My ass?”

“That would do for a start. I think I’d want a blow-job, too.”

“You have got to be kidding.” She was speaking from that place of insecurity that every American woman has, the idea that a man could not find them attractive if they didn’t look like a supermodel. “Coop, I hate to say it, but you could write your own ticket in this room. Just because of who you are. If nerd babes or bimbos are what get you going, I know of five here right now that would suck you off in the lobby restroom within the hour.”

“Random karşıyaka escort pussy I can find on my own, thank you – although I admit I’m intrigued. But, no, I want a piece of Asian ass and a little head, too. Yours, specifically. Just between friends, a little casual business sex, no baggage.”

“Shit, why me? I’m such a bitch. You’re always so nice to everyone.”

“Let’s just say I’ll be fulfilling one of my fantasies while helping you with one of yours. I’ve always had a thing for nerdy girls, and Asian girls, and I’ve always wanted to dominate a complete bitch. With you, I get all three at once. But this deal ends soon. So what do you say?”

“Make it happen. I’ll give you four hours to do with me what you will, no holds barred. Sound fair?”

“One condition: I get to watch.”

“I’d never guess you were this kinky in a billion years. Done. When can you give up the body?”

“Probably within the hour. Let me call her cell. You make your apologies to our hosts, and we’ll get a hotel room.”

“No problem. And they are my clients, not my host. How much can I say you are interested in investing?”

“Tell ’em I could go as high as fifty grand, with some encouragement. And give them plenty of ideas about how you plan on encouraging me. In fact, I’ll do seventy five, but it’s always good to appear to exceed expectations when you are a consultant.”

“I love you and want to bear your children. The target on this round is a quarter mill, so this would be big for me. I hope so, anyway – I’ve given up my commission in return for stock options and maybe a job.”

“Good call. ‘Cause I think I know a company that will be happy to acquire this technology in about nine months, and will pay well for it. Get all the stock you can.”

“Let me get my purse.”

***

Carla answered her phone on the third ring, and was very pleased to hear from me so soon. I was becoming a regular, something every whore wants in her life. I asked her to meet me at a mid-range hotel Downtown in an hour, said I had a friend who wanted in, too. She gave me a quote of $150.00 for an hour with the two of us, or $500.00 for a whole night, and we pay for the room. I advised her that my friend was a little kinky, and she didn’t hesitate – she just upped the price two hundred dollars and advised me that her pimp would come after us if she was damaged. I told her I understood, and we were off.

Bev was nervous as hell, and she insisted on stopping at the lobby bar and getting two double shots of bourbon before we checked in (as husband and wife – I got a kick out of that and even called her “dear” at the desk). By the time we were in the room she had chilled a bit, but she was still anxiously anticipating Carla’s arrival. I used the time to probe her a little about her past. I found out that she had become sexually active in High School, the usual teen-aged fumbling, but with boys and girls. She had never really made up her mind, though, and continued her bi-sexuality in college, through two marriages, and well into her work life. She casually admitted to sleeping with clients to seal a deal, taking pride in her business acumen. She was a callous bitch, I’ll give her that.

We were interrupted by a knock at the door, and as we arranged Bev went into the bathroom to “prepare”. I welcomed Carla at the door, and noted that she was freshly showered (her hair was still wet) and recently cranked up. Her eyes had that cocaine-sodden “anything goes” look to them, and it was clear she was ready to make some money. She was dressed in slightly clubby casual clothes, not whorish in the traditional sense but with the knowledge of what she did for a living it made her look in my mind like a complete slut.

“Where is he?” she asked after she accepted a drink from the honor bar and saw the cash on the table. “And just how long will you be needing me?”

“Tell your pimp all night. $700.00, plus tip, if it’s worthy.”

“Fine, let me call him. You can get undressed, if you want.”

“I’ll just watch for a while.”

Bev came out just as she snapped her phone shut. Carla did a double-take. “A chick? You didn’t tell—hey, no problem. I’m full service. And she’s very cute. Your girlfriend?”

“Someone from work. She’ll be directing tonight’s festivities. Go ahead, Bev.”

“Great, great, glad to be here. What’s your name?”

“Uh, Cooper knows me as Carla. But I can be whoever you want me to be.” She licked her lips and leaned forward, shaking her tits a little.

“Fine, then, Darla. Let’s begin. Why don’t you do a nice slow strip tease? I’m sure I can find some appropriate music.”

She did, too. She pulled out her Palm, plugged in an attachment from her oversized purse, and tuned it in on the room’s stereo. It was a song from my junior year in high school, very raunchy, with a mean power cords and swinging falsetto voices. Carla seemed to get into it, and before long she was doing a seductive, if a little unsteady, strip next to the bed. Bev çeşme escort looked on with unabashed hunger, a gleam in her eye that made me almost pity Carla. She sat there with her drink in the uncomfortable hotel chair and leered evilly as Carla’s clothes were seductively removed. She was wearing a daring red bra-and-panties set—thong, of course – and I have to admit, she knew how to move like a stripper.

But watching Bev was almost as much fun as watching Carla. Bev’s knees hung wider and wider apart as Carla exposed more flesh, and her eyes got a dreamy look. At various points she would stop the whore and direct her a little. Her knee would vibrate up and down like a dog humping empty air. This girl was primed.

When Carla’s panties hit the floor, Bev nearly leapt on the woman, pushing her back on the bed and straddling her head with her thighs, lifting herlittle black leather miniskirt only slightly to clear her forehead. She shifted her ass a little as she settled her pussy over Carla’s mouth, and sighed electrically.

I enjoyed watching the queening of the whore by the bitch. For nearly forty-five minutes we didn’t do anything but that – Carla licked, Bev came, and I watched. At one point, between orgasms, Bev asked me to light her a cigarette. She didn’t stop Carla, just wanted a smoke. We even talked a little business while she was coming her brains out. Carla may not have been a lesbian, but it was obvious that her tongue was no stranger to cunt. Bev must have came twenty times.

Finally, she decided on a break and reluctantly dismounted Carla’s face. Carla had a kind of dazed look in her eyes, and her face was soaked with Bev’s secretions. I know a photo-op when I see one, so I snatched up Bev’s PDA (A really sharp Zire 72) and took a photo of the whore with her face and makeup smeared.

“That,” Bev said, trying to catch her breath, “was for my Freshman year.”

“What?” Carla asked, confused.

“Nothing, honey. Look, I’ve got raging wood here. Be a pet and suck me off while Bev recovers.” Shrugging, Carla crawled seductively (if a bit shakily) over to my chair and released my dick. In moments it was in her mouth – which was different from the last two times. I guess munching muff for nearly an hour will cause some swelling. It was soft, and her lips were already tired, but Carla was a pro, and in moments her nose was pressed against my pubes. I could smell Bev’s juice on her face, and I thought briefly about my deal with the Asian bitch. I couldn’t wait to sample her myself.

I let Carla blow me for about twenty minutes before I finally came in her mouth. Bev took a couple of snaps with her Zire while she did it, specializing in close ups. It was very pleasant.

“Now, I’m gonna make the bitch cum,” she said after finishing her drink.

“How do you want me?” Cara asked, clueless.

“Doggie style, facing the window. Ass in the air. Move!” Bev barked.

Carla complied, and in moments Bev had pulled an eight inch vibrator out of her handbag. I raised my eyebrow at her, and she caught my eye.

“It comes in handy,” she explained. “You’d be surprised. Try living my life for a week, and you wouldn’t leave your doorstep without one.”

It was my turn to shrug.

Bev spent the next half hour using the toy with a master conductor’s skill with a baton. Carla was a whore, and no doubt could fake an orgasm better than she could read a map, but Bev was not going to let her fake it. She made her cum, and cum, and cum, to the point where she was shaking. Her clit had taken a beating, and she was getting friction burns on her nipples from writhing on the bedspread. Bev was in heaven, using her former tormentor’s pussy like a company rental car. I snapped a few more photos for posterity.

Finally, Cuntmouth Carla could take no more, and asked for quarter. “Stop, please, it’s going to fall off!”

“Hardly. That was nothing compared to the after party at your senior prom.” Bev flipped her over on her back and re-mounted the throne. There was a tone in her voice that spoke of madness, and Carla didn’t argue – she just started licking. “That was my Sophomore year,” she confided in me.

I took over the toy at that point, and spent some leisure time working over Carla’s cunt and biting her nipples – hard. That made her thrash, which Bev appreciated. She liked it so much, it seems, that she altered her angle slightly and presented her pink Asian asshole to her whore for worship. She also turned around so that she could watch me work.

While I was already sporting another erection – who wouldn’t, with that going on? – I didn’t want to run and gun just now. Instead, while I was tormenting Carla’s engorged clit, I started looking for stray hairs, and ruthlessly plucking them. It made her jump, which made Bev gasp. I didn’t stop when I got to her sensitive bikini area – if anything, I was more diligent.

Finally, Carla forced Bev off of her face. “That’s it! No more, look. I need a break. Just a minute or two, but I need a drink and I need to pee. So unless you are into that . . .”

“Go pee,” I ordered. “You have five minutes.”

“Thanks,” she said, sullenly, and left.

While she was in the bathroom, Bev poured yet another drink and smiled broadly. “I’ve come more tonight than in the last year. Thanks.”

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I had just turned 18 in September and for my birthday my parents let me take a few of my friends to our cottage house on the lake, unchaperoned. They felt like they could trust me. And being an A student and on the High honor roll and never really disobeying them, I had given them reasons to trust me. I was the youngest of all my friends. Everyone was 18 or older and my 18th birthday was like a coming of age thing for us. So I decided to take Karyn, Chelsea, and Jenna up to the cabin. We were just going to chill and hang out, maybe do a little 4 wheeling, whatever. Nothing was really planned.

The drive was about 4 hours from my house and I was driving. Karyn was in the front seat and Chelsea and Jenna were in the back. After the first hour, we decided to play a game of truth or dare. I was the emcee because I was driving, but the other 3 were fully involved.

“Karyn, truth or dare?”

“Mmmm, truth!”

“Oookay, have you ever made out with another girl?”

She looked thoughtful for a minute. She glanced at the other girls. “Yes.”

“Ohhh yeah!” came the cheers.

“Okay, Jenna, truth or dare?”

“Dare! Definitely dare!”

“Okay, I dare you to flash the next car we pass.”

Jenna giggled and said no problem. She pulled off her shirt with ease and then unsnapped her bra. Her very voluptuous breasts fell forward and I pressed the accelerator down a little more. We were coming up on a car. Jenna pressed her tits to the window and the girls cheered and let out little whoops. I honked the horn at the car and they honked back. I couldn’t help but stare at Jenna’s tits. I had this brief desire to lick her nipples, even though I was not a lesbian. I had a boyfriend and just last night he fucked my brains out. But Jenna’s alluring breasts kept my attention.

“Okay, Chels, your turn! Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

I thought for a moment. I know, I would try to embarrass Chels, because she was the shyest of us.

“Have you ever played with yourself and made yourself orgasm?”

I looked in the rearview mirror and saw her turn red. She looked out the window and then said yes in a small voice.

“There’s nothing wrong with self-pleasure, Chels,” Karyn said reassuringly.

“That’s only because you do it all the time Karyn,” I said bantering with her.

“Well, some of us, have to play with ourselves because we don’t have a hot boyfriend to pleasure us with his monstrous cock,” she snorted back.

We all laughed and I pulled onto the exit ramp for the cottage. When we got to the cottage, we all lugged our bags inside and unpacked.

“Okay, who wants to go grocery shopping because there is no food in here,” Karyn said.

“I think I’m going to stay here and unpack and be lazy,” I said. “It’s my birthday!”

“I’ll go with you!,” exclaimed Jenna. She looked buca escort over at Karyn and winked as if they shared some secret.

“Chels, you coming or staying?”

“I think I’ll stay with Lynn so she’s not by herself.”

“Okay, we’ll be back in bit,” and they bounded out the door.

Chelsea and I busied ourselves for the next hour and a half cleaning up a bit and unpacking our things. The next thing I know, Karyn and Jenna come bursting through the door with armful’s of stuff.

“What did you get?”

“Oh you’ll just have to wait and see!” Karyn said teasingly.

“Why don’t you and Chelsea go put on some pj’s and then blindfold yourselves and wait by the door. Knock on the door when you are ready for us to come get you, and Jenna and I will prepare our surprise for you?”

Chels and I went to our rooms and put something on. I put on one of my new nighties I had gotten at Victoria Secret. It was sheer black and had spaghetti straps and it helped my B cup tits look like I have cleavage. It fell to about just above my knees so I didn’t worry about pants or anything. I didn’t think that my thong would be showing. I put the blindfold over my eyes and then knocked on the door. Jenna came and escorted me to the couch. She was dressed in a black dominatrix outfit, but I couldn’t see her. She had on fishnets, thigh high boots and a leather corset with her bulging tits spilling out. Chelsea knocked and Karyn escorted her to the couch next to me. Knowing Chels, I knew she would be wearing plain pj’s or something.

“Now, I want you 2 to sit back and relax. This is Lynn’s birthday surprise, but I think it’ll help you too Chels,” came Karyn’s voice.

The next thing I knew I was being pushed back to lean my back and kind of slouch down. I felt Chelsea moving too. Then Jenna took my hands and brought them above my head. She tied them with something to a post that was behind the couch.

“What the hell?”

Jenna caressed my face and shushed me.

“Happy Birthday Lynn,” she whispered in my ear. And then she kissed me. Her tongue invaded my mouth and mine darted out to meet hers. I moaned as pleasure that I have never felt spilled over my body. Chelsea gasped as Karyn fondled her tits and rubbed her nipples into hard peaks.

“Ohhh, this is so wrong. I’m not gay. But it…ohh, oh, feels so good.”

“I know you like it. I’m helping you Chels,” Karyn whispered.

Jenna’s hands rubbed my body and she ran her hands over my already hardened nipples. I arched my back towards her touch and she pressed her mouth to my exposed flesh. I moaned again and I felt her mouth press kisses down my belly and then she parted my legs and began massaging my thighs. Karyn was now passionately kissing Chelsea and fondling her tits. Jenna was now kissing my thighs and she pushed alsancak escort my nightie over my thighs up to my hips. She touched my damp pussy lightly and I shivered with pleasure. She rubbed my slit through my thong and I writhed beneath her touch. She lightly pushed the thin material separating her hand from my body to the side. She ran her finger up and down my naked flesh.

“Ohhhh, Jenna, ohmygod, you are making my pussy so fucking wet.”

She slid her finger into me and quickly pulled it out, teasing me mercilessly. I moaned again as she brought her finger to my lips. I licked her finger eagerly, my horniness very apparent. She then pulled my thong all the way off and I heard Chelsea cry out in pleasure as Karyn fingered her. Jenna knelt down and parted my legs. She slowly kissed her way up each leg and stopped as she reached my pussy. She first rubbed her nose all over my cunt, my juices running down her face. She then parted my folds of my sweet hole and licked my slit top to bottom. I wriggled my hips around pressing my cunt to her sweet tongue. She began a slow rhythm with her tongue. Lick up and down, all around, and then fuck me with her tongue. I thought I was going to die. She then started to play with my clit with her right hand as she kept tonguing me. She lapped up my expelling juices and licked me faster. I knew I was close to cumming and she knew it too. Jenna rammed her tongue deep within me and worked her right hand fast. A few moments later, my orgasm swept through me like a tsunami. Wave after wave of pleasure swept me away. Jenna drank my sweet nectar like it was a delectable juice. She then took off my blindfold and untied my hands. She pulled me into a passionate kiss.

I glanced over at Karyn and Chelsea. Karyn was now sucking on Chels’ tits and playing with her pussy through her pj pants. Jenna looked at me and motioned me to follow her. She pulled me into the other room and pulled out a huge strap-on dildo. It was at least a 10 inch cock with a 3 inch girth.

“This will help Chelsea,” she said. “I want you to fuck her.”

I was so horny that I didn’t care. I quickly pulled on the strap-on and set to fuck Chelsea’s tight pussy. I knew that Chelsea had only had sex with one person and that was her ex. I also knew that the sex wasn’t good at all, she said he had a small prick. So, tonight, Chelsea was going to get her first taste of good sex and with another woman to bet. Karyn had untied Chelsea and taken off her blindfold and they were making out with each other on the couch. Karyn saw me and scooted over to the left side of the couch. Chelsea looked at me with shock and excitement lining her face. I smiled and leaned in to kiss her. I cradled her face in my hands and we began a duel with our tongues. Karyn and Jenna were on the other side, playing with bornova escort each other and watching us closely. After kissing Chels for a little bit, I slid off the couch onto the floor in front of her and I leaned down get her wet. It was my first time eating pussy, but I’ve watched porn a million times before and knew what to do. I first slid my tongue in and out a few times and then I began a rhythm, just like Jenna did me. I made sure that I hit her hot spot a few times also. I liked feeling her hips move when my tongue flicked over her button. She moaned and wiggled around.

I then sat up and kissed her, my hand was making sure she was plenty wet, which she was. I positioned the strap-on at her entrance and lubed it up. I slowly began pushing it in her, watching in amazement as each inch disappeared in her lovepot. Karyn and Jenna were on each side of Chelsea and were fondling, sucking, and kissing her. When the whole dildo was inside of her, I slowly began to fuck her.

“Ohmygod, oh fuck! That cock is so huge! Oh, it feels so good! Oh keep fucking me Lynn!” she cried.

I threw her legs over my shoulders and grabbed onto her hips as I pounded Chelsea’s tight pussy with my fake cock. Jenna moved off the couch and onto the floor beneath me and began to lick my pussy as I fucked Chelsea. Karyn was now sitting on Chelsea’s face, forcing her to eat pussy. I thrust harder and deeper into Chelsea until I thought she was going to explode. Her orgasm hit so hard that it shook the couch.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck! Yes, I’m cumming….oh I’m fucking cumming hard!!!”

After Chelsea’s orgasm subsided, I slid the dildo out of her and Jenna began sucking it like a real dick. Karyn came shortly after Chelsea did and was screaming as her hips rocked over Chelsea’s face. Jenna slid the dildo off me and put it on her. She bent me over the table and began to fuck me doggy style. I love doggy style. I always get off fast when I’m fucked like a slut. Jenna rammed the cock into my pussy hard and fast, she knew that’s how I liked it.

“You like being fucked like this? Huh? You like when you’re a fucking whore, don’t you?”

“Oh, yes, oh fuck! Fuck me hard! I love it! Ohhhh!!!!!”

Within minutes my 2nd orgasm swept through my body, leaving me breathless and exhausted. I looked over at Karyn and Chelsea and they were in the 69 position and Karyn had a vibrator shoved in Chelsea’s pussy. Jenna pulled the dick from my dripping cunt and took it off. I licked it clean for her and set it aside. She pulled me into an embrace and kissed me passionately. We turned back to Karyn and Chelsea to see them both cum again. When they were finished we all settled onto the couch to watch some tv. The last thing I remember before drifting off to sleep was Jenna whispering in my ear, wishing me a happy birthday.

From that day on, we have been best friends. For the last 3 years, it has been tradition to go up to the cottage on each of our birthdays. We always love when one of our birthday’s roll around, because we know that it’s a chance for the 4 of us to get away for a lust filled, sexy, all girl weekend.

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