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Chapter 3: Lisa sketches Elle in her home.

Lisa told me the rest one night, she knew I really wouldn’t feel that jealous about her relationship with Elle as long as she kept me in her life, and we were already involved in a partnership with the voyeur video project , we had 12 hours of tape already!

A few days later, Elle phoned Lisa.

“Oh, yes, Stacy mentioned your might call me, when do you want to come over to model?”

“You, you mean you don’t want to meet me first, to see what I look like?”

“I trust Stacy. And, I can only pay you $8. per hour so its really your decision whether or not you want to do this,” Lisa said in a very business like manner. She was deceptively being cool, but really wanted to meet the young woman after Stacy told her how great she was in bed.

“Have you done any modeling before Elle?”

“No, but I am a quick learner and being an art student, I know how important it is to keep the pose,”

“Well, yes but this is a bit different type of posing. I need you to leave any inhibitions at the door if you want to do this work, you will most likely enjoy it and I will do my best to make that happen,”

“I’ve no inhibitions about showing my body, I think you’ll find that out. I can get to your place anytime today,” Elle said to Lisa.

“Why don’t you come by around 4 then and we can have dinner afterwards too!”

“Sure, I’m looking forward to it!”

***

Around 7pm that evening Elle showed up at Lisa’s home, a ranch home with a large front yard and a swimming pool in the back. Elle knew she was going to be undressing so she wore a long coat, but only wore her sweat pants and a tee shirt, but brought some other things to wear in a bag just in case. She didn’t know what to expect on her first modeling assignment. She was anxious and very aroused by the ability to make money just showing her body to another woman who would want to sketch her.

Lisa was a extremely voluptuous woman of 40 who had modeled and made more than a few, adult videos with some of the biggest names in the business. Almost 10 years ago she had invested in a life changing breast augmentation surgery which left her with a huge set of 53EE tits. They were huge melons with lovely wide brown nipples that got so hard when she came. She worked out regularly and knew how important it was to keep her body well proportioned. She realized that a firm lower body always made a huge set of tits more of an attraction. She had recently retired from the porn business, relocated and had changed her name and gone on to working as a legitimate fitness trainer. She loved painting and drawing and had only a few people she could call who would model for her. One of them was Stacy who absolutely adored being naked in front of Lisa as she sketched away. Lisa always seemed to find a new position to place her in so she could try to capture another facet of the teacher’s fine body.

“Welcome to my home, Elle,” said Lisa, as she took the young woman’s coat from her. Lisa had purposely worn a flowing white lacy top that had a very low cut to it which gave a great view of her massive cleavage. She still wore her custom bra and an ultra short mini

skirt, but Lisa almost never wore panties around her own home, even with new company around. Her luxurious blond hair flowed down her tanned, light brown shoulders easily.

“Follow me, Elle we can get to work right away,” Lisa said as she lead her new model through her modest yet warm house.

“You didn’t tell me that you and Stacy were neighbors, she lives right across the way,” Elle said, remembering her visit to her art teacher’s studio a few days ago.

“Yes, we’ve actually become very close friends and help each other out whenever we can,” Lisa said.

Elle couldn’t help but notice the excellent shape Lisa was in, her nifty mini dress showed off her shapely leg muscles and a very firm butt.

The den was huge and filled with exercise equipment and free weights. A room off to the den was utilized for her painting and figure drawing. Lisa asked if Elle needed anything to drink or eat but she declined. Lisa handed her a bottle of water anyway. She lead her back to the room she used for drawing and asked Elle to sit for a moment while they chatted about what Lisa was looking for in a model.

“Lisa this is my first experience doing this, so please be patient with me okay?” Elle exclaimed, sighing a few times in nervous anticipation.

“Please relax, relax this should be totally a fun thing today! I usually just do a few hours at most, the first time,” said Lisa as she took in Elle’s beauty.

Please sit down and lets talk for a few minutes before we start, okay?” Lisa said motioning to a comfortable chair for Elle. The young woman sat down and looked nervous.

“My, Stacy was right kocaeli escort you are a stunner, and how old are you, Elle?”

“Oh thank you, Lisa, I’m twenty four,” answered Elle, as she noticed how well endowed Lisa’s tits were. In fact she could not keep her eyes off of them, they seemed so large and right in her eyesight.

“I like to do different poses than most artists do with figure drawing. I may put you into a pose and let you migrate to a more comfortable position yourself. And sometimes it will feel strange, but if you can get past your own judgement of what I am trying to do, it will help me, okay?” Lisa explained.

“Sure,” Elle answered calmly.

“There’s a bathroom right inside that door over there,” Lisa pointed to a door in the corner of the room. If you want to change in there you can.”

Elle stood up and removed her tee shirt, bra and then removed her cotton pants, revealing her thong panties. Her well tanned firm legs were a major turn on for Lisa.

“You can keep them on if you want to for the first few poses, Elle,” Lisa said as she directed her model to lay down on the couch and just look away, not at Lisa.

Lisa sat on a comfortable chair and sketched away. She left Elle in the position for a few minutes, to settle her nerves down a bit.

“Elle, are you feeling more relaxed now?” Lisa asked while she finished sketching her basic shape.

“Yes, sure, this is cool I like this!” Elle exclaimed.

“Most people do, and you have such a wondrous body, I’m very grateful to be able to sketch you!” Lisa said, as they both became more comfortable with each other.

“When you feel ready, I want you to remove your thong, all right?”

Elle complied and removed it an tossed it on the heap of her clothes in the corner.

“Okay then, I want you to turn you back to me, keep one foot on the floor, and the other can kneel into the couch, while you lean over it. Just let you hair go wherever it wants and look towards the bathroom door, not at me, can you do that?”

“Sure,” Elle moved her body up and knelt on the couch sticking her round ass almost in Lisa’s face. Lisa could smell the young woman’s pussy from where she sat and she loved it.

For many years Lisa had denied her lesbian nature, but now embraced it with abundance. During her early adolescence she had engaged in sex with many different women but later on, it became part of an act for the camera. She hated the way porn seemed to ignore the best parts of lesbian sex. Most of the roles she’s played, rarely got into heavy fucking with another woman, and only concentrated on the toys and oral sex. Lisa knew there were many parts of lesbian love that were just as stimulating as straight sex with men, and yearned to show inexperienced young women how to enjoy another woman’s body.

Elle shaved her pubic hairs regularly and loved the way her pussy would look to her eye. She felt her labia was swollen now, and she was quite aroused by Lisa’s lovely body and the fact that she was showing her most private parts to her too.

Lisa did a quick sketch of her bottom and those luscious legs that seemed to stretch on for yards. Elle’s ass and hips were firm, her thighs and legs well tanned and very alluring to the new artist. Lisa used her free hand and fondled her own pussy, with her mini skirt hiked up a bit. Her pussy was quite moist from all the stimuli.

Lisa took a risk and asked Elle to spread her legs and show her pussy. Elle complied easily and faced the artist and spread her labia apart so that Lisa could see into her vaginal cavity.

The pinkness of her womb was not given its due as she was only sketching in charcoal but Lisa could feel the warmth and intensity of Elle’s cunt nonetheless. She tried valiantly to capture the folds and curves of her entire luscious body.

“Okay, now Elle, I want you to take your dominant hand and touch your pussy, you can do anything you want, but I want you to keep that pose you’re in, okay,”

“Sure, you want me to play with my pussy?”

“That’s right, I told you I do different types of poses and this is one of my favorites.”

“I don’t mind, I love to play with myself and do it regularly,”

Elle took her right hand and gladly played with her clit, as she bent over and flaunted her nice round ass in Lisa’s face. The sexy student gyrated her ass up and down right in Lisa’s direction, hoping that she would get aroused also. It felt so good to be touching herself, knowing that Lisa was watching and sketching only a few feet away. She couldn’t help but imagine Lisa’s hot body rubbing all over hers, those massive tits crushed against hers as they embraced. All these sexual thoughts made her face flush with excitement while she massaged her clit in a circular motion.

“Ughnnff,” Elle moaned as she felt her kocaeli escort bayan sex respond to her ministrations.

“Its best if you keep you face looking away from me and towards the bathroom too, Okay?”

Lisa requested in a business- like voice The artist kept drawing away with her right hand and massaged her own stiff nipple with the other. She was very aroused by the sight of Elle’s pussy as she watched it moisten with each rub of her fingers.

Lisa kept her bra on and just fondled her thick nipples inside her custom brassiere. She didn’t want to distract her model too much at first. Her dark brown areola were a good inch and a half in diameter with nice puffy thick nipples. She’d sketch a few lines and then dove her own fingers into her snatch and massged her clit furiously as Elle did the same.

“I get so aroused doing this, I hope you don’t mind,” Lisa said almost apologizing for her behavior, as she resumed sketching.

“I am very aroused too, Lisa, you have such a hot body too,” Elle said in a raspy voice, her cunt was almost dripping with her love juices.

Lisa got up and removed her top. Her huge mammaries were finally visible to Elle. Lisa kept her upper body strong and thus her tits stood out a good 5 inches past her torso. She always needed custom bra’s to hold those massive mounds in place so she could have a quasi normal life.

Elle, quickly turned back to the artist and caught her naked for the first time. Lisa was fingering her engorged clitoris. It seemed so long and extended thought Elle, almost like a small cock sticking out of her labia. Elle wanted to savor this feeling of excitement and turned back and kept on masturbating for the sexy artist.

Elle was so aroused she instinctively wanted to embrace hot Lisa’s body, but Lisa wanted to keep up the posing for a bit longer before she gave into her own lustful desires.

The well endowed artist went across the room to a small set of drawers in the corner and pulled out her strap on cock. She handed it to Elle.

“I want you to lie down on the couch and look off in the other direction as you use the dildo to fuck your pussy okay?”

“Do don’t want me to look in your direction at all, while I stick this big thing up my cooze?”

“That’s right, I want you to fuck your own cunt babe, and take your time, do it slowly. I really need for you to look away from me while you fuck that wet pussymound for me… while I capture this magnificent sight on paper,” Lisa demanded. The hot artist was so lucky she found a perfect 10 of a model who enjoyed playing with herself.

“Unnnnnghhhh, ah.ah.. want you to fuck me Lisa! Fuck my cunt with this big dick,” Elle moaned in a raspy whisper as she moved the hard rubber dildo in and out of her damp cunt to a slow and deliberate cadence. She couldn’t wait much longer for Lisa to get physical, but she also enjoyed masturbating in front of her.

“Do you want me to talk dirty to you too Elle, will that help you get off?

“Yes Lisa, it will, talk really filthy to me too!” Elle said as she rubbed her horny clit with the dildo.

“Your pussy looks very wet and tempting to me, and I love the curves of your thighs and how your labia seems to glisten in the light with love juices oozing out of your fragrant pussymound.”

The small room took on that unmistakable scent of sex. Lisa played with herself and could feel her wetness oozing out of her vagina. Her juices were dripping down her muscular thighs inside the skimpy mini skirt.

“Want you to suck my pussy already Lisa, you turned me on, now I need you to suck my pussy and make me cum!” Elle said loudly, in a state of frenzied lust.

Lisa didn’t thing she could control her own lusts much longer and put her pad down, got down on her knees and complied with Elle’s latest demand. She parted Elle’s soft skinned thighs and dove her face into her latest feminine conquest. Lisa placed her fingers inside her warm pussy and finger fucked her fragrant flowering love canal while her tongue wove circles around her stimulated her clit.

“Oh Lisa, I thought you’d never get your mouth on me, ungghhh, suck me Lisa, Suck Me!”

Lisa’s experienced tongue lashed into her model’s warm pussy. She slurped up Elle’s love juices with abandon and reached up her gorgeous body and fondled the young woman’s firm breasts. Elle laid back and enjoyed the sexual pampering but wanted to feel those huge tits in her hands soon. Lisa took her strap on from Elle’s hand and parted Elle’s wet labia and fucked her slowly. The artist had been with many women but this luscious young student had a special place in her mind. Lisa placed her hands under Elle’s ass with one hand and firmly and methodically rammed the phallus in and out of the young woman’s wet cunt while her wanting mouth sucked on Elle’s hard izmit escort nipple. A soft moan came from Elle’s throat and she closed her eyes in abject lust as her hips thrust off the couch and welcomed each plunge of the thick rubber phallus.

“Mmnnnngghh, Oh Lisa you’re gonna make me come soon…ohh..ahhhmmnnghh” Elle cooed to her.

Lisa’s hefty tits hung right in front of Elle and the horny student reached out and kissed and caressed her large brown nipples. The young over sexed woman gently took one of her breasts and blew a thin stream of air around her areola and then bit into her thick nub, making Lisa moan aloud.

“Oh babe, yes…suck on my nipples hard please!”

“I love it when women play with my titties, push them together, lick them ,suck them, make my nipples harder so I can rub them on you wet clit!”

“Oh, unngghh, your filthy mouth is going to make me cum, Lisa. I’m sooo close!”

Elle rubbed her cunt juices all over Lisa’s tits and rubbed them together. The young woman pinched and fondled those lovely dark nipples into a supreme state of erection and then placed one of them in her mouth and sucked hard on Lisa’s left tit while Lisa fingered Elle’s pussy.

The two women finally embraced and Lisa stuck her tongue into Elle’s mouth and they held a kiss for over thirty seconds as their bodies rubbed up against each other in hot lesbian lust.

Lisa threw her arms around Elle and held her close to her body, as they stood together, Elle put her svelte thigh in between Lisa’s legs and felt the warmth and wetness of Lisa’s sex.

Elle had never felt like this before and enjoyed Lisa’s body so much! She wanted Lisa to pose for her some day and let her manipulate her giant boobed body into varied positions as the experienced woman had done.

Lisa lead Elle back to the couch and told her to lay down as she got down and this time rubbed her hard nipples all over Elle’s firm legs and thighs. She slowly moved up to Elle’s extended wet labia and shoved her nipple onto the young woman’s clitoris. Lisa rubbed it harder while she massaged Elle’s breast. The young artist laid back and took it all in. She was so close to her own climax and loving the sexual excitement of being with this hot older woman. No other woman had ever pushed all her buttons like Lisa did that day.

“I love to rub my hard nipples on other women’s clits and feel their wetness close to my heart,” Lisa said as she rubbed her erect nipple on Elle’s wet labia and clit.

Lisa stood again and quickly put on her strap on cock and lubed it up with some of her own juices which were in abundance and inserted the cock into Elle’s cunt slowly at first as she massaged and caressed the young woman’s entire body. Lisa was on her knees with Elle’s legs parted wide open as she received Lisa’s large phallus on the large leather couch.

“Oh, Oh,,, fuck me hard babe, Ohh, Im sooooooo clooooose…ahhhmmmmcommminggghhh!”

Lisa kept plunging her phallus in and out and enjoyed the tense facial expressions of this beautiful woman as she rode her orgasmic waves of pleasure. The former porn star felt her own lustful intensities rising as Elle’s tweaked and bit into Lisa’s big tits. The two kissed again as Lisa withdrew and laid next to Elle.

A few minutes later after they caressed each other, Elle went down on Lisa while she wore the strap on. Elle had never seen a clitoris as big as hers and took it in her entire mouth and sucked on it hard, then let it go, which made a popping sound.

“Ohhh, Elle you’re gonna make me come too, keep going, don’t stop! Suck my clit babe, suck it HARD!”

Elle had other intentions, she teased Lisa just enough to get her ready and inserted the phallus into her cooze and fucked her hard from the start. Lisa’s pussy was tighter than she thought it would be, but Elle pivoted her sensuous hips into the luscious ex porn star and the hard rubber cock had the anatomical equivalent of two testicles which rubbed against

Lisa’s engorged clit. Elle looked down at Lisa, her eyes were closed but her face was wrapped in an intense expression of total ecstasy.

“Oh babe, fuck me harder! HARDER… YEAH … ComminnghhhhhhhhhahhHHHHHH!” Lisa’s hot body shook the entire couch while Elle kept plunging her hips into Lisa’s cunt with the strap on. Elle didn’t know what had gotten into her but she was in heaven, she slapped Lisa’s ass hard and made her whoop for more. Elle felt her second orgasm well up in her abdomen, she pulled the dildo out of Lisa and removed its straps quickly. Lisa pussy was dripping wet with her own fluids and Elle wanted her’s to mingle, she fingered herself furiously and squatted in between Lisa’s legs just as a short spurt of her love juices oozed out and flowed right on Lisa’s pussy.

“OHhh that was so fuckin’ great Lisa, I just had my best orgasm EVER!” Elle said as she collapsed onto the couch with her new lover.

“Will you let me sketch you sometime, Lisa?”

“Anytime, sweetie, I think I’m falling for you,” Lisa said as she kissed her.

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This time, I know what to expect. Sort of.

Didn’t expect the Russians, but then the first time we were here together even you didn’t expect the children’s pool in one room, inflated but not filled with water.

It’s the club’s 4th anniversary and my second time ever in a “lifestyles” club—love that euphemism; don’t we all have lifestyles? This time I’m not so very nervous. I’m less tentative about looking, about eyeing the crowd to see who I might want to make contact with later.

Despite my exhibitionism, I still feel a little shy about sitting down in my short black leather skirt. It’s not letting people see the lacy tops of my stay-up thigh-high stockings; it’s about whether anyone else who isn’t wearing underwear is letting their pussy show yet. Timing.

So when you whisper to me “spread your legs, let them see,” I say no. Not yet.

But I would be lying if I said your subtle domination wasn’t, also, a turn on. The strong, controlled, professional woman I am during the day (today, wearing lacy thigh-highs again under a wrap skirt that flew open as I walked into work…I’m such a show-off) wants to be dominated, just a little, when I can turn off the outer shield that protects me in the work world.

Still, I sense intuitively that not everyone here will understand that I like it when you do that. And that I know I can say “no” to you now, and still get what I want later.

As it turns out, not very much later. We dance on that crowded floor, in the small space available. I turn around and rub my ass against you from time to time, and this time you turn me around—to face a sexy, full-breasted brunette in a low v-neck dress. She’s smiling, laughing, and her husband is too, whispering in her ear as they look at us.

At me. It’s still a revelation; other people’s eyes on me tickle. That tickling reaches straight to my clit, stimulates the juices of my cunt. Tonight, with no underwear beneath this short skirt, I feel the wetness reach the air as I reach out to touch the sexy brunette. She smiles and reaches to touch me.

We’re dancing, the four of us, with hands all over. Me touching him touching her touching you my ass against your hard cock his hand on my ass her breasts, bare—out of the dress—rubbing against mine, free kocaeli escort of the black suede halter top. Laughing, giggling, touching.

Her breasts are beautiful; full and lusciously heavy. Our nipples touch, bounce back and forth, sway against each other. Mine are hard as hers; pink where hers are dark. The deep rose red they get when I’m aroused, the way I am so often around you.

And my skirt is up, bare ass and naked pussy on display for the room. I turn to face you again, and you reach to touch me, tease my clit, slide a finger inside me to rub the spot that longs to be rubbed, feel the wetness on your hand and I grind myself against you, clutching and gasping. Right there on the dance floor.

There are the Russians; they’re watchers. Small clutch of exotic-looking people, dressed for sex in black. Standing off the one side of the floor. One looks so much like my friend Harry, at work, I start to smile when I think he’s as highly sexed as me. (I’ve always had this secret lust for him.)

I know what time it is when they say “we’re going upstairs to find our spot.” I turn to you—am I too eager? I can’t help myself—and say, isn’t it time? Should we go upstairs? You laugh, sweetly, at the monster you’ve unleashed…this soon-divorced businesswoman, so long deprived of sex, never aware of this entire other world that’s been there, all along, and feels like home to me now.

“not yet,” you say, smiling.

But it’s not long after that that I take your hand and we climb the stairs to the play area…to rooms filled with clean-sheeted mattresses, with people milling, waiting for something to watch.

Our dancing partners are up in one of the high places, where they can watch, too, what’s going on down below. We climb up and join them. Shed what clothes there are to lose, or at least I do. You’re still dressed, all in black. I like that; me naked, you clothed.

One of my favorite things you do is pay attention to my breasts; fondle my nipples like you’re doing now. First with your thumbs, fingers against my sides; flicking the nipples back and forth, springy pink buttons that shoot electric sparks directly to my clit, no waiting. Then you hold them with your fingers, roll them between your fingertips, and my cunt gets wet. You know my timing; kocaeli escort bayan as the muscles start to pulse, as my pussy oozes juice, wanting you, your fingers trail down my body, my belly, to dip into that juice and use it to wet my hot button. Take a nipple in your mouth and tease it with your tongue as your fingers slide deep inside me, reach up and in to the spot that sends sensation shooting all over my skin, turns on every nerve ending until all I can do is moan. Deep, baritone moans. My voice tries to go as deep as your fingers do, to reach into that dark warmth you plumb so well.

There are other hands on me, now; hers and his, his and hers, and I feel like I’m the ice cream in everyone’s bowl. I’m tasted and licked and dipped into.

Now I’m nibbling her dark sweet cherries on soft round scoops of vanilla flesh. Darting my tongue into the bottom of the cone; licking up her melting sweetness, using my lips to caress hers and surround her clit. Sucking that red button–so much like her nipples–as she moans and squirms. You’re whispering in her ear and she says something back. “You’re her first,” you tell me. The first woman to eat her pussy…I’m happy and hotter to know that.

He joins me; the two of us are licking her at the same time, me on the left, her on the right. You’re licking her nipples and watching us, and when he focuses on me, you take over, licking her, tonguing her. I hear her shout, laugh, come; and when I come back to you, your face is drenched in her pussy juice. She squirts, you tell me; I lick the come off your face.

When I sit back, he moves around me to face me and wrap his mouth around my pussy. My eyes close, so I only hear what else is going on—but it’s clear from the sounds that you’ve picked up where I left off, sucking the last drop of vanilla from her soft warm cone.

His tongue darts into me, and out; his lips suck on my clit, tongue gently flagellates every red-hot nerve ending until I explode again, rocking forward to see his face between my legs and hear her come at the same time. She likes to watch; that’s clear—her eyes are open and bright, a smile on her face looking at me, at you, at him.

After a short rest (I mean, there are only so many times most people can come; not everyone has izmit escort my unlimited orgasmic supply), you and I find our clothes stuffed into the corners of the loft and dress, climbing back down to the floor.

We walk through the rooms, watching. Skin; arms and legs, asses, breasts. Heads bob up and down and hair swings. My pussy is throbbing; I can feel the swollen lips between my legs, each step rubs them against each other, against my clit.

When we pull aside the curtain into one of the rooms, there’s a wonderful tangled mess of beautiful bodies—in the center, a blonde we both noticed earlier. Perfect shape; flat tummy, slim hips, full breasts. She’s upright on her knees, facing us. Back arched. A man on either side caresses her; they’re both licking her breasts, mouthing her nipples. A woman kneels in front of her; brunette, her face buried in the blonde’s pussy, her head moves rhythmically up and down. When her hair moves away from her face I can see her tongue buried in delicate folds of flesh. The blonde’s head is thrown back in silence.

Watching them, I feel the first stirrings of a voyeur’s sensibilities in my exhibitionistic body. Though I’m dressed again, I’m wearing no underwear under my short black leather skirt—so it’s a matter of seconds to pull up the skirt with one hand and reach under it to those swollen, trembling lips, brush my clit, plunge two fingers deep inside myself and reach up, and in, to press the spot that makes my legs tremble and my mouth open.

When I stop, another hand takes over. To my right; another couple—he’s dark brown, skin the color of tanned leather; she’s dark-haired and zaftig. Pretty. It’s her hand; small and gentle, rubbing insistently. Now his hand rubs my pussy; our bodies rearrange so that my back is to him, his arm around me reaching down in front.

I can still feel you beside me as we move to a space just emptied on that beautiful-body-covered mattress. His fingers become his tongue as we join the slippery pile of nakedness.

This time, it’s short-lived; that man from the front door comes through as he did the other time, nasty job to do. “Ten minutes,” he says. “Ten minutes.”

As we get ready to leave, I stand in front of the fan and one last chance to flash presents itself; a man is waiting, facing me, and I’m so hot…I lift my skirt to show off my clean-waxed pussy and give it some cooling breeze. He smiles at me and says “one of the only places you could do that…” but, for me, there will be many more.

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I had never felt so lonely in my life as the day I returned to my home after cremating my wife. Suddenly I realised just how much I missed her and had depended on her always being there by my side. I had to be truthful with myself I had taken her for granted, for she never complained, but must have been in extreme pain these last few months until that dreaded ‘C’ took her away.

From the time I took her to the hospital, for she said she could take the pain no longer, until the time she was gone, was only three days. For those three days I sat by her bedside with my son’s wife Jenny. Jenny was the only one who came to visit her in these last three days. My other sons, their wives and grandchildren made no appearance. The excuses they gave were pathetic. We were going to visit her at the week-end, we can’t get time off work, I had to attend meetings every night this week, but not Jenny, she had taken a week off work, in order to help me with the arrangements. If only my other sons had been more considerate. Peter, Jenny’s husband and my son was abroad when Terry took ill, but he managed to arrive back to attend the funeral. He had to return straight after.

They had all turned up for the funeral, no doubt to get the sympathy of others who had attended. Now I knew who I could depend on in an emergency.

For three months I lived in the house alone, the house I had built for Terry myself and our four sons. Terry and I were school-yard sweethearts, we married very young, and so we grew up with our children, in fact Terry was the only woman I ever have had sex with.

We had been lucky, winning enough money when we were eighteen, to build this house, with two children and another on the way. This was our one and only home, for we had lived in her parents home, prior to moving in here. Now the children have flown the coop, all marrying young, but not as young as we had.

It was Peter who approached me. “Dad for the next year I will be travelling back and forth overseas to here and Jenny hates living on her own, can she come and stay here, she will be company for you. I will pay for her keep and mine when I come back and forth, the intervals could be between a couple of days to a few weeks, I just don’t know.” Peter was a trouble shooter for an oil company, what that was I had no idea except he had a good wage and that’s about all.

Peter should have let Jenny continue working, I know she only had a low paid job but she was out there mixing with people. I know she wasn’t the brightest of women, but she had a kind heart and was always willing to help anyone in need.

“Jenny would be on her own, for I work five days a week at the university, so she is going to be on her own here Peter,” I told him.

“Dad I don’t want her working where she had been, you never know what is going to happen. Working in a mental ward as a maid, is not what I want my wife doing,” he shot back.

“What if I can get her a job at my place, she can travel back and forward with me.”

“Could you, I wouldn’t mind her getting a job at the university,” he said and looking a bit more at ease.

So even before Jenny moved in, I got her a temporary position as a data processor operator in the Student Services. She was good on a computer and had Data entry experience, so she easily got the position before the other rabble that had applied.

Peter and Jenny moved in, storing all there spare things and occupying the other which had been Peters old bedroom with a shared bathroom off the room which held their spare possessions. This way Jenny didn’t have to go far, if she suddenly found she needed something which was packed.

Jenny was not a skinny modern type, neither was she fat, a nice covering and someone nice to cuddle up to I thought. She had dark wavy hair, sometimes combed down, other times in a pony tail and even in a bun. She refused to get it cut, and I have heard her and Peter argue over this, he himself had very short hair. Jenny had a nice body as most 22 year old women have, and didn’t mind flaunting it. “If you’ve got it, flaunt it.’ was her saying whenever any comment came up about too short a dress, or of showing too much cleavage.

Never having had any daughters of our own, it took me a little while to get used to having a young woman in the house. Also now my other two daughters-in-law visited and were in and out more than I have ever seen them. I was enjoying having the young ladies making a fuss over me, which helped me get over the loss of my wife and after all I was only 40 myself and was still sexually active until my wife departed. Now I was becoming more aroused than I ever had been, with seeing a young woman moving about the house, sometimes in a state of undress.

Jenny, Lyn, Bob’s wife and Dimples, Ray’s wife seemed to be spending a lot of early evenings together. Lyn was only 19, blonde and busty, Dimples was 20 and as her name suggested was plump and blond also, she too, in fact all three were well stacked in the bust department. Whilst watching TV, most evenings I had these three lounging kocaeli escort all over the lounge room. Legs spread wide and straight out, one foot up on the chair moving their knee from side to side, undone fronts, you name it those three young ladies done it without removing a piece of clothing, I saw it all.

Granted they were relaxed and joked between themselves, I was just a piece of furniture and ignored, no not ignored, for there wasn’t an hour passed that I didn’t get a kiss on the cheek, or a hug, even spread out on my lap. Pops that was what they called me; it was if they thought I was immune from the sight of their young female bodies. That was as far as it got for a couple of months.

One evening Jenny got a telephone call from Peter telling her he wouldn’t be home for two months. He had been home last week and expected to be back next week, now there was no chance of his early return. I was sitting in my usual chair watching TV and Jenny was almost in tears on the settee after getting the call, looking real down in the mouth.

“Come on Jenny I’ll give you a cuddle to make up for your disappointment.” This wasn’t something new, all three of my son’s wives have sat on my lap and got a cuddle, there was nothing in it, just acting like a big family. Jenny came over right away and put her left arm around my neck and sat on my lap, right on top of my semi-hard-on. There was no way in this world could she not feel it, for she was only wearing a thin housecoat panties and bra, which was her normal dress for padding around the house.

The other arm went round also and she had my head in a head lock almost hugging me, pressing her breasts into me. Her perfume and the slight acidly sweat smell filled my nostrils. Again nothing out of the ordinary, I was trying to get used to all this show of affection from the three wives. This time she moved back a bit and brought her mouth down onto mine and kissed me with an open mouth and her tongue probed looking for mine. She ground her lips onto mine and then took her mouth away and looked at me.

“Pops I have wanted to do that for a very long time, you have been so kind to the three of us too, you are more than a father-in-law to me, and you are dearer to me than Peter can ever be. Please don’t reject me, hold me tight, please!” she said raising her voice.

Without hesitation I done as she wanted and she rested her head on my shoulder and slid down my body to make herself comfortable, with her legs over the arm of the chair and her hip now between my thighs. After about ten minutes she was asleep as I held her, just like holding a little girl. Jenny I liked better than all the others. Everyone has a favourite and Jenny was mine, I wasn’t ashamed to admit it.

About ten-thirty I stood up and lifted Jenny up also, walked through to her bedroom and laid her on the bed, pulled a quilt up over her and tiptoed out of the room, closing the door gently.

I went and had a shower and got into my bed. Since it was summer time I slept nude. I’m not that brave in the winter and wear thick pyjamas. I have no problem dropping off to sleep and almost as soon as my head hit the pillow I was asleep.

Something woke me, but I was in that state one is when woken in the middle of the night half dozy, but I heard the soft foot falls, then the covers being drawn back and a warm naked body slip in and cuddle up to me. It could be no-one else but Jenny, for there was only her and I in the house. I slipped my arm under her and she rested her head on my shoulder with her arm around me and her leg over mine.

I kissed the top of her head and pulled her closer and that was how we slept for the rest of the night. Needless to say I was as hard as a rock and had a boner that hard it hurt; I went to sleep with one and woke up the next morning in the same state.

When I woke, Jenny was looking at me. Like a real idiot I said “Hi” would you believe.

“Thanks Pop, for everything, I knew I could trust you and now you have proved to me I was right. You do respect a woman.”

“Jenny, you just don’t know what you have done to me.”

“Oh, yes I do and I am sorry I have got you into this state. Go and have a cold shower that will calm you down.”

She then got out of bed and with no modesty at all, leant over and kissed me. “Pop, I’ll be sleeping with you from now on and you needn’t be such a gentleman from now on.” Then she kissed me on the lips like a butterfly touches a flower and kept her lips there for about ten seconds. “I love you,” she said as she left the bedroom her breasts bouncing on her chest and her bottom with a little wiggle.

I lay back onto the pillow and just stared at the ceiling. What have I done to warrant all this affection? Could I satisfy such a voluptuous young woman? What is Peter going to say? I looked at the time and jumped out of bed, for now I was running late and had to have breakfast and dress for work. So any thoughts of Jenny were removed from my mind for this period of time.

As I drove Jenny to work, I kept glancing kocaeli escort bayan over to look at her. I just couldn’t believe she had said these things this morning. It was funny, I gave thought more to what she had said, than the fact that she had crawled into my bed naked, as if that was a natural thing to happen. Nothing of the subject was spoken and she just cut in with her usual chatter we normally had on the way to work.

We spent our lunch breaks together, but instead of sitting at opposite sides of the six person tables she sat close alongside of me. It was obvious she wanted to be close to me and I wasn’t objecting at all. I sat with the men I usually sat with for the ten years I have worked here, playing cribbage, but now Jenny sat close as though interested in how the game was played, with a hand on my thigh just at the knee, nothing that would draw attention to us, but I think more of a comfort for her. It was for me, for I knew she was by my side when I felt her hand resting there.

Everything was normal as it always was, we helped in the kitchen to cook the evening meal, we had prepared the evening before. Sat down on opposite sides of the table and ate our meal. Still neither of us brought up the subject of this morning. Then as usual the other two, Lyn and Dimples bounced in, for there was no other word for the way they entered. Lyn started making the coffee and we all sat at the table and drank it with the usual banter that went on between them.

After everything was cleared away, the preparations for to-morrows meal, our lunch boxes were packed and placed in the refrigerator we all moved in to the lounge so I could watch the news. These three couldn’t care less what went on in the wide world; all they were interested in was their own little world. Again I was given flashes of nylon clad vulva’s and ample thighs as they stretched and lounged, whilst talking to one another. I was watching Jenny though and she was watching me with a little smile on her face.

I still got my hugs and kisses from the others even Jenny, and for a time I had Lyn perched on my lap, pretending to make passionate love to me. Then it struck me, was this all play, or is there more to all this flashing, hugs and kisses I have been receiving. But no way in this world was I ever going to make the first move, to even try and prove it one way or the other. Not even with Jenny, I will just let things flow their natural course and see what happens. What are their husbands doing, if they spend nearly every evening up to about 7-30 to 8 pm here with me and Jenny.

The only one I don’t see up here is Daphnia, Frank’s wife, but she has two young children to care for. Daphnia and Frank both work and the children are in day care, so she hasn’t much time on her hands, so I don’t expect her to keep calling into see me.

Jenny went to the door to see them off, she locked the front door for the night and came right back into the room and sat on my lap as she had done the night before. “Now I have you all to myself,” she said bringing her full red lips down onto mine and plunging her tongue between my lips forcing them open. How sweet she tasted and so soft she felt, as I held her to me. I had forgotten how soft a woman of her ages skin felt, not only soft but pliable. It had a freshness which didn’t stay for very long. Here in my arms was a woman at the peak of her womanhood and she was willingly giving me access to all she had, for the house coat she usually wore was now open, revealing me her scantly dressed body.

My right hand was resting on her outer thigh, but she removed one hand from around my neck and lifted my hand and placed it between her legs just above her knee. Then she returned her arm around my neck, not once removing her soft lips from mine.

There was no denying what she intended me to do now, her skin was so soft here, that my mind flashed back to my early marriage days. I had only been with one other woman and that was my departed wife, I had no need to, I loved her deeply and we were contented in each others company. Now I was with another woman who seemed to like my company and I must say truthfully I enjoyed hers. Our relationship was now quite different from just only yesterday, for now she was offering me her body. Should I continue, my body was screaming for me to, but my conscious was screaming no.

The body won and my hand started caressing and moving up her thigh. The skin was now even smoother still, as I reached the junction of her legs and I could feel her heat through the thin gossamer material of her panties against the side of my hand. Not only heat, but a dampness which had soaked through the material. It was very soft and spongy, dare I go the one step further. Her panties were of the high hip variety and the crotch just moved out of the way by the pressure of my little finger and now I had my middle finger into her damp crack.

“Oh Pops, I love you, and you can do anything with my body, just let me stay with you,” she said in my ear.

Her speaking brought me back to my senses izmit escort and I removed my hand and put it around her so that the flat of the hand was against her back and drew her closer.

“Jenny this is wrong, you are Peter’s wife I should respect you and protect you.”

“Pops, he has another woman, he has been seen in the city, when he was meant to be abroad, why do you think I was so upset last night. Not only did I get a call from him but also a friend of mine who saw Peter in the foyer of a hotel in the city yesterday afternoon.”

“She must have been mistaken,” I replied, automatically coming to the defence of my son. Surely he wouldn’t stray when he had a beautiful woman like Jenny, who he had only married ten months previous.

“No, she took a photo with her mobile cell phone and is giving Lyn a copy to show me. I will know if it is true tomorrow. Since its Friday Lyn will be round early with it after she goes and sees her friend.”

Lyn doesn’t work on a Friday, She works Sunday to Thursday.

“Jenny I am so sorry, I really am sweetheart, why would he cheat on you like that?” What a hypocrite I am, I thought, here I had my wife’s son in my arms and minutes earlier had my finger up his wife’s cunt and I’m calling him a cheat.

“That’s alright Pops; our marriage I knew had the skids on it after only the first two months. He had been seen with another woman even then. I stayed with him so I could be near you. I have loved you from the first time I was introduced to you. I saw how much you loved Terry and wished you would love me that much too.”

“Stop calling me Pops, you make me feel ancient, it’s Charlie, so start calling me that. I still think Peter is a stupid fool looking at another woman when you are here.”

“He thinks I’m dumb, maybe I am, compared to all his college women, I can’t help it, I just want to be wanted,” she said now tears running down her cheeks.

“Well you are here, Jenny.”

“I am, do you really mean it?”

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t,” I said pulling her closer and kissing her on her tear soaked mouth, even tasting sweeter than ever. “Come on it’s time for our cuppa,” I said lifting her up and placing her feet on the floor. We went into the kitchen together, Jenny with her housecoat wide open, showing me her lithe body. It was the same as I could see thousands of women on a beach display, but somehow this was more intimate.

We had our drink and I went and showered, as she done also. Then she padded into the bedroom with her hair freshly combed, wearing her housecoat, which she quickly removed and threw on the bed revealing, once more her complete naked body. She saw me watching her and she pirouetted in front of me. “Do you like?” Then lifted the bedding and came into my arms.

She had doused herself in perfume not a heavy perfume but a light subtle one, to me she smelt divine. “I think you look and smell wonderful, and appreciate you sharing my bed.”

“I can’t ask for more than that, but I do love you, so very much, Charlie,” she said emphasising my name, as our lips again met and heaven surrounded me.

If it wasn’t heaven it surely felt that way as she was on top of me and had inserted my hard penis into her warm vagina and I slid in on her soft well lubricated passage, which felt like I was in heaven. No grunts and moans, just a smooth coupling of our bodies, but not only our bodies, but my feelings as well for as we came together physically I felt our whole beings merge as one. Here was a replacement, no not a replacement for Terry, a new love. Our age difference just vanished in that moment when our bodies joined. Here I had a woman who I knew would love me, all she wants is to be shown she is loved and wanted.

As I started to lift my hips, “No let me, I want to make love to you, you will have a long time to make love to me, but I want to do it all myself this time.” she said now resting on her arms with her hands on my chest and looking me straight in the eye.

What else could I do but let her get on with it, but I was watching her in the dressing table mirror and was fascinated by the action of her pelvis, on my inserted penis. If this was how all women’s hips worked then they were very energetic indeed. It didn’t take her long to bring on a climax, but she wouldn’t let me remove my penis from her body and she received the complete stored sperm I had accumulated for many months. Then she came into my arms and I held her close to me.

“You must stop letting me do that Jenny, you’ll fall pregnant and then where will you be.”

“Don’t worry I am on the Pill, anyway I may want a baby one day, but I won’t tell you when I stop taking the Pill. When I feel I’m ready for motherhood I will just stop, so enjoy yourself while you can.”

What a difference having a warm body lying beside you, one you know loves you, and you love in return.

Friday night when we returned from work both Lyn and Dimples were waiting on us, with a brown envelope lying on the kitchen table beside the two cups of coffee already prepared. Also I noticed the bruising on Dimples cheek, which she had tried to cover with powder. I must ask how she got it I thought, but when the contents of the envelope were disclosed I forgot all about her bruising.

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Ding-dong!

“Cara, door!” Uncle Johnny yelled.

He was sitting on the living room couch, watching the end of a football game. It was Sunday night, the game was just finishing up, and he was looking forward to finishing his beer, turning off the TV, and finding his sexy little niece to take to bed. He was leaving for a two-week business trip in the morning, so was spending the night at his brother’s house to have one more night with the nubile 18-year-old before his trip. Normally, she’d be curled up on the couch next to him, but Johnny hadn’t seen her for a little while.

Ding-dong!

The doorbell rang again. Wondering what she was up to, he yelled, “Cara, can you get the door, please?”

Bill, his brother and Cara’s daddy, yelled back from whatever he was doing in the kitchen, “Can you grab it, Johnny? I think Cara’s busy with something.”

Letting out a long sigh, Johnny put down his beer on the coffee table and stood up, making his way through the living room to the front entry. His mind on the game in the background, he opened the front door and then stared in surprise at who was on the front porch.

Lit up by the porch light, Cara stood on the front porch, but not as he’d ever seen her before. Her hair was down, framing her face and spilling over her shoulders and the collar of the tan, thigh-length coat she was wearing. The belt was cinched tight and her hands were in her pockets, so all Uncle Johnny could see of Cara’s outfit were the smoky, black stockings and five-inch black stiletto heels she was wearing. With her face made up with full makeup, including smoky black eyes and dark red lipstick, Cara looked like an expensive hooker standing in front of her own house.

“Is John here?” Cara asked in a sultry voice to her confused uncle.

“Bill?” Johnny asked. He turned his head back into the house to call for his brother, only to find him in the doorway of the living room holding a video camera, clearly recording, facing the front door.

Cara reached out with one hand and turned her uncle’s face back to her.

“You must be John,” she said, smiling, putting her hand back in her pocket. “I’m Cara. May I come in?”

Johnny nodded and moved back, holding the door open wide. Cara stepped inside and moved toward the living room, winking at her daddy and the camera as they backed up when she stepped forward. Stopping in the middle of the living room, Cara turned to face her Uncle Johnny, who had closed the front door and was now standing in the doorway of the living room, still looking at her as if he was confused.

“The man who hired me for the night,” Cara told her uncle as she untied the belt of her coat and pulled the sides open, “said I was your going-away present.”

She let the coat drop to the floor and Johnny, Bill, and the video camera all got a good look at what she was wearing.

The red of her lipstick matched the red of the ribbon and lace on the black corset she had on. The corset made her small waist look tiny, especially when compared to her enormous breasts spilling out of the corset top. Each breath made her nipples play peek-a-boo with the corset cups, and her 34J tits were pushed up almost to her collarbone, forming the deepest cleavage Johnny had ever seen. The corset stopped just below her belly button, leaving her entire pelvic area bare. Freshly shaved bare pussy lips called to Johnny, as he saw she was wearing nothing but those thigh-high smoky black stockings and the stilettos on her bottom half. Turning around to give everyone a good look, they saw that the red ribbon lacing up her corset was tied in a bow at the bottom, right at the small of her back, with the ends of the ribbon tracing over her tight, round, bare ass.

Uncle Johnny had to take in several gasping breaths, looking at his perfect little niece dressed up like the most expensive hooker he’d ever seen. He looked to his brother, standing in a corner of the room behind Cara, capturing this all on film, knowing they must have planned this together.

“I’m yours for the night, John,” Cara said to her uncle.

Johnny turned back to Cara.

“Sir,” he said.

“If you’re mine for the night, Cara,” Johnny said, taking a step closer to her, “call me sir.”

“Yes, sir,” Cara said, clasping her hands together at the small of her back to push her bulging breasts out higher and further.

“You’ll do whatever I want?” Johnny asked, stepping closer.

“Yes, sir,” Cara said, watching her uncle as he moved toward her.

“And you’re okay with this all being on film?” Johnny asked, stopping right in front of her.

“Oh, yes, sir!” Cara said, looking up only a few inches to her Uncle Johnny’s face.

She leaned toward him, liking the height her heels gave her, enabling her to whisper close to his ear, “And I really hope to be able to watch it with you sometime in the future.”

She winked at him as she pulled back and saw her Uncle Johnny’s beautiful, familiar smile cross his face before he looked her over again.

“Drop to your knees,” kocaeli escort Uncle Johnny ordered. “I’m going to listen to the end of this game while I watch you suck me off,” he told her. “Then we’ll see what else we can get up to.”

“Yes, sir,” Cara said as she sank to her knees on the carpet in the living room.

Her hands reached for her uncle’s belt buckle and she slowly undid it, popping open the button on his jeans, and pulling down the zipper. She could feel the hard length of his erection beneath the material as she pulled the fabric apart. Sliding her hands into the waist of his jeans, she smoothed them off his hips so that they dropped to the floor at his feet, leaving him in just a pair of boxers. Looking up into his face, Cara tucked the front of his t-shirt into the waistband of his boxers so it wouldn’t get in her way, and then she reached into his fly to grab for his cock.

“You’re so hard already, sir,” Cara said, carefully maneuvering his large rod through the fly.

Johnny just watched and didn’t respond as his hooker niece held his dick with one little hand, then carefully tucked the material of his boxers around his balls with the other. She licked him there first and Johnny closed his eyes at the feeling of his niece’s tongue bathing his balls just the way he liked it. He loved having his balls handled at any time, but particularly during blowjobs, he preferred to have them included.

“Great start,” he choked out, as he felt Cara’s mouth close over one of his balls, getting it nice and wet as she gently sucked, then moving to the other one.

His hands gently ran through Cara’s hair as he opened his eyes and stared down at his hooker niece leaving her red lipstick all over his balls. His dick got even harder as he took in the sight of her smeared lipstick. She pulled back to smile up at him and then opened her mouth and slid the tip of his dick in.

Johnny groaned as those wet, red lips closed over the head of his cock, sucking him in, her tongue teasing the head where the precum was already dripping. Cara pulled back, opened wider, and sucked him in again, getting him nice and wet as she worked her way down his big dick. She was still working on deep throating him comfortably, but tonight she was doing a great job as more and more of his dick disappeared into her mouth.

Moving her head back and forth, Cara moaned as she felt the head of his dick hit the back of her throat. That extra little vibration set Johnny off, and his hands fisted in her hair before he pulled her face hard onto his dick, almost mashing her nose into his pelvis.

“You’re my little whore tonight,” he told her, looking down at his wide-eyed niece, moaning around the mouthful of cock as he began to fuck her face. “I’m going to use you like I would my own personal little slut.”

Cara wasn’t used to her uncle or her daddy talking to her like that, but in her role as Uncle Johnny’s hooker tonight it felt right, and she felt herself getting wetter, even as she gagged and slobbered on the large dick cramming its way down her throat.

Involuntary tears started to roll down her face, smearing her makeup, and Johnny felt the cum in his balls start to churn as he saw a sight he thought he’d never see: his little niece, dressed up like a hooker, makeup destroyed, his big cock with her red lipstick all over it sliding in and out of her mouth. He fucked her face faster, thrusting harder, and then with a loud shout, he came, squirting into the back of her throat. She choked on the unexpected cum in her mouth and it dribbled out of her lips, down her chin, and onto her exposed breasts, both of which had fallen out of her corset with the vigorous face fucking she had been receiving.

Johnny pulled back.

“Swallow,” he told her, letting go of her hair.

She did, licking her lips, and even using her fingers to clean up some of what had dripped onto her breasts, then licking her fingers clean.

“Good girl,” he told her, tucking himself back into his boxers, then reaching down a hand to help her get to her feet.

She wobbled there slightly, big breasts bouncing, still gleaming with his cum, her face a mess, but her eyes steadily on his, waiting for his next command.

“Upstairs,” Johnny said. “Where I can give you a proper spanking for looking like that tonight.”

“Yes sir,” Cara said quietly, trying not to let a grin spread over her face.

She let Uncle Johnny lead the way, following him out of the living room and up the stairs. She knew her daddy followed with the video camera behind them, silent, watching as the camera picked up the way her tight ass jiggled as she walked up the stairs in stilettos, her pussy peeking out from between her thighs.

The camera followed them down the hall to the master bedroom the three of them often shared.

Uncle Johnny pulled off his shirt, but left his boxers on as he sat down at the edge of the bed.

“Come here, little girl,” Uncle Johnny said.

Cara was already moving toward him when she said, “Yes, sir,” the kocaeli escort bayan way she knew he liked.

“That’s right, Cara,” Uncle Johnny said. “You’ve been a naughty little girl tonight. And do you know what happens to naughty little girls?”

Cara stopped and stood next to him where he sat, his cock already tenting his boxers again.

“They get punished?” she asked.

“That’s right,” Uncle Johnny said. “Now lay down on my lap so I can give you the spanking you deserve.”

“Yes sir,” Cara said, as she draped herself across his lap. Her breasts hung over the side of his legs, bulging out on either side of her tiny body as they pressed into the bed. Her knees were on the bed, her legs stretched out behind her, the stilettos still on as she raised her butt up for her uncle to use.

“Now, Cara,” Uncle Johnny said, caressing her tight ass, getting her used to the feel of his calloused hand against her soft skin, “bad little girls need to own their punishments. Do you know what that means?”

“No, sir,” Cara said, squirming against the hard pipe of his cock pressing into her stomach, pushing her ass up a bit to meet his hand.

“It means,” Uncle Johnny said, watching his brother come closer with the video camera to pan down the length of Cara’s body spread across Johnny’s lap, “that every time you get spanked, you need to call out the number.”

Johnny brought both hands down to his niece’s ass and pulled her cheeks apart for the video camera, letting his brother see inside to the little brown hole winking above the pink slit below.

“Yes, sir,” Cara said, as her uncle dipped his fingers between her thighs, feeling the moisture there, getting the tips of his fingers nice and wet before circling her little backdoor.

Bill’s own cock felt like steel in his pants as he watched his brother’s hands all over his baby girl’s ass. Holding the camera steady, Bill zoomed in on one of his brother’s fingers gently penetrating Cara’s asshole to the first knuckle, sliding in and out for a few beats before suddenly bringing his hand back and smacking her loudly on the ass.

“Oh!” Cara’s body jerked at the unexpected assault. Her ass smarted where her uncle had smacked it, but he had clearly gone for sound rather than pain as it had surprised her but not really hurt.

“One, sir,” Cara remembered to say, as she felt her uncle’s hand smooth over her ass again.

Bill and Johnny admired the reddened skin on that perfect ass, grinning at each other. They had both wanted to spank Cara in a sexual way for a long time. Bill had been hoping the night would lead to this when he had come up with this plan with Cara, but he could hardly believe his luck that he was going to get it all on film to edit and watch later.

Smack! Johnny’s hand came down again on Cara’s other ass cheek.

“Two, sir,” Cara called out, squirming on her uncle’s lap again.

That one had hurt a little bit more, but had also made her pussy gush.

Uncle Johnny’s fingers dipped down between her legs again, spreading her thighs a little further apart. From his angle at the foot of the bed, Bill and the video camera could see right between his daughter’s legs, could watch as his brother slid two fingers into Cara’s pussy and fucked her for a few minutes before bringing his hand down on her ass for a third time.

Smack!

“Three, sir,” Cara said again.

Smack! “Four, sir.” Smack! “Five, sir.” Smack! “Six, sir!”

Uncle Johnny smacked Cara’s ass in quick succession, wanting to see how pink he could make those round cheeks, enjoying the way they quivered beneath each smack, and loving the way his cock would jerk with each one. Pushing his cock up into his niece’s stomach, he enjoyed the pressure while running his hand lovingly over her warm bottom. It was pinking up nicely.

Pushing his entire hand between his niece’s thighs, he pushed her left leg off the bed, so that she had to half-kneel, half-stand with her left stiletto planted on the ground next to the bed. That opened up her pussy for his whole hand to cup, and for his brother’s camera to see inside.

“I think someone’s enjoying their punishment,” Uncle Johnny commented, able to slide three fingers inside his niece.

“Only because I enjoy your hands on me, sir!” Cara gasped out as her uncle fit his thumb to her asshole and pushed inside on the next thrust.

The camera zoomed in on the three fingers in Cara’s pussy and the finger in her ass as they fucked her several times between pulling back and then smacking her directly on her exposed pussy.

“Oh! God!” Cara cried out at the unexpectedly different placement of the last smack.

Smack! Again, Uncle Johnny’s open hand came down on her open pussy.

“That’s not what you’re supposed to say,” Uncle Johnny reminded his niece.

“Oh! Sorry, sir!” Cara stammered, her pussy pulsing inside as Uncle Johnny spanked it one more time.

“Seven, eight, and nine, sir!” she said.

“Good girl,” Uncle Johnny said, running his hands over his niece’s izmit escort pink ass and red, wet pussy. “Now for something special for your final one.”

Johnny looked over at Bill. “Why don’t you put that camera down,” Johnny suggested to his brother, “and give me a hand here?”

Bill smirked at the pun, but moved quickly to not miss out on the opportunity. Earlier in the evening, he had set up a tripod in the corner of the room, pointing directly at the bed. After putting the camera in place, making sure it could take in all of the action, Bill moved toward the bed, where his daughter lay facedown on his brother’s lap. Pulling his shirt over his head, leaving him in just his jeans, Bill stopped next to the bed.

“Together?” Johnny asked, raising his left hand up above his niece’s ass.

Bill nodded, stepping closer. Johnny spread his legs so that Bill could step between them, his legs pressing against the side of the bed, his hard cock pressing against his little girl’s side. Bill raised his right hand and together the two brothers brought them down on Cara’s toned, pink ass.

“Ah! God! 10, sirs!” Cara cried out, her entire body jerking at the double-slap to her ass.

She felt four hands running over her body, two hands playing with her ass, one hand smoothing over her back, and one hand reaching under her body to palm a large breast. Her head swam at the sensations: fingers playing with her pussy and ass, sliding into each, pulling her cheeks apart, wet fingers tangling as they teased her various openings.

Bill loved sharing his daughter with his brother, and was touched that Johnny had pulled him into is, as Johnny could definitely have had Cara all to himself for the night. With two fingers of his right hand buried up Cara’s pussy and his left hand full of her massive breast, the only thing that could be better would be if his aching dick was out of his pants.

Johnny must have had the same idea, as he reached his right hand beneath Cara’s body and maneuvered his dick out over the waistband of his boxers, pointing straight up and pressed between his hard abs and Cara’s corset.

“I’m torn,” Bill laughed. “I want my dick out, too, but I don’t want to move either hand.”

Johnny laughed. “I know what you mean.” Johnny’s left hand was occupied with his niece’s ass, his index finger lodged deep inside it while his fingers gripped her reddened cheek.

“Any chance you can help a brother out?” Bill asked, looking at Johnny’s free hand.

Johnny mentally shrugged. It wasn’t like he and his brother hadn’t touched dicks before when they were both fucking Cara.

“Why not?” Johnny said, reaching across Cara’s back to unbuckle his brother’s belt.

Unused to undoing a belt from this angle, it took him a few moments to get the thing undone. Cara wished she could see what was going on. She loved it when her daddy and her uncle got sexual with each other. It made her so turned on. She had a secret plan to try to get them to do more with each other, as they both continued to fuck her. This seemed like a good start! She turned her head, and could just see over her shoulder to where her uncle’s fingers were fumbling with the front of her daddy’s jeans. Luckily, her daddy was wearing a button fly all the way down, so with a few little pops, his pants were open.

“No boxers?” Johnny asked, as his brother’s pubes came into view.

“Nah,” Bill answered, getting harder by the second as his brother’s hand reached into the open fly of his jeans. “I wanted easy access if I needed it tonight.”

Johnny’s hand closed around his brother’s big dick and pulled him up through the opening in his jeans. “Good thinking,” he said, reaching below to cup his brother’s balls and pull them out as well.

“Thanks for the hand,” Bill said, looking into his brother’s eyes while his brother still had his hand on Bill’s balls.

A moment passed as the two brothers stared at each other over Cara’s naked ass. Then Johnny gently squeezed Bill’s balls before drawing his hand back.

“Any time,” Johnny said easily, before fisting his own dick.

“Now that you’ve had your punishment, little girl,” Johnny said to Cara, “it’s time for your reward.”

“Thank you, sir,” Cara said with a trembling voice.

She had felt that moment between her daddy and her uncle, and had almost cum from the potential of that moment. She was more than ready for whatever her reward was.

“Bill, can you help her up, please?” Johnny asked his brother, removing his finger from Cara’s ass.

Bill pulled his fingers from his daughter’s pussy, wiping them along her asshole and across her red ass cheeks before helping her to pick herself up from her uncle’s lap.

Now standing next to the bed, both his brother and his niece looking at him, Johnny directed them to what he wanted next.

“Cara, you’re going to turn around and let me fuck that tight ass of yours,” Johnny said, enjoying the view of his busty niece’s bare breasts and pussy framed by her outfit while she stood there waiting for his orders.

“And after I’m in her ass,” Johnny said, switching his gaze to his mostly naked brother who was standing there shirtless with his big hard cock hanging out of his jeans, “you get to fuck her pussy.”

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This is a sequel to “I Fucked My Apprentice” published under the Erotic Couplings section.

After successfully implementing a merger with a multinational partner, the board of directors rewarded me with a promotion and named me the CFO in one of the multiple divisions the conglomerate has. Although I was delighted with this promotion, I felt a little bit sad as it meant leaving behind my current team whom I have developed to be great leaders. Because of my promotion, I either had to get someone from outside to take my role or promote somebody from my team. Having trained Mike to be my eventual replacement, I pushed for his promotion and this was approved almost immediately by the management.

Before our announcements were released in the corporate bulletin, I decided to pull Mike into my office to give him the good news. Same as my reaction, he was very happy that he was recognized, but also felt sad that I had to move on to a different department. We talked and aligned on our transition plans to make sure that I can download everything he needs to know before I bury myself in my CFO role. Right after we concluded our business talk, Mike suggested that we should “celebrate with a bang” once the promotions were announced. I agreed with him and requested him to plan it, and he gladly agreed.

The announcement came out a few days after and I called for a group meeting so I can personally do the announcement and treat the team to some snacks and drinks. I also took this time to personally thank everyone in my team, all 100+ of them for the contribution they have given, and also asked them to extend the same support and trust to Mike as he takes over the leadership role for the team. It was a simple but fun meeting, full of good news and celebration, and I felt happy leaving my team on this high note. After the meeting, Mike approached me and told me that he had planned for a getaway this coming weekend, and when I asked him why he did not announce it, he gave me a naughty smile.

“I said we should celebrate with a BANG!”

“Yes, and we should invite everyone then, right?”

“C’mon, I think you missed my point.”

“Huh? I am confused, Mike!”

“Haha! Okay, let me be more straight forward. I want to bang you one more time before you leave to celebrate!”

“What the fuck??? Are you serious??”

“I am! I thought you liked it the last time we did, so…”

“Whatever, Mike!” I said as I turned my back on him and left the meeting room to head back to my office. I was feeling pissed off at Mike for doing this but somehow, I recalled how good he fucked me the last time, and it sent a tingling sensation between my legs. I shrugged off the itch in my loins and went back to my desk to work, but somehow the thought of fucking Mike lingered in my head and I was distracted. I tried to occupy my mind with work but somehow my brain kept replaying how Mike bent me over the table and fucked me from behind during our planning session, and soon enough I felt my thongs getting moist between my legs. I decided to log off for the day and thought about fucking my husband when I got home to satisfy my pussy’s hunger for a cock.

I made my way to the parking lot where I saw Mike was waiting for me by my car. He wanted to talk to me, but I refused to as I was really upset. His persistence somehow convinced me to listen to him, and I asked him to go inside my car as I do not want anyone to see us arguing as I was really in a foul mood. We both got inside my car and I sat quietly waiting for Mike to say his piece, but he just stayed quiet as well. When I was about to ask him to step out so I can drive home, he suddenly pulled me close to him and planted a deep wet kiss on my lips. I got surprised and thought of pushing him away, but then I felt his other hand touch my crotch from beneath my skirt. He pulled my thongs aside and started rubbing my wet clit and labia.

“I knew you like it! You’re fucking wet!”

“Stop it Mike…”

“Stop this?” he asked as he inserted a finger inside my pussy. I felt like my whole body got electrocuted as his middle finger pressed against my G-spot, and all I could do was lean back and gasp for air. He intensely finger blasted my cunt, and as I moaned, he once again asked me if I would like him to fuck me again. I was so horny to say no, and I wanted to fuck him right then and there, but all I could manage to do was nod in affirmation in between moans. When he got the answer he wanted, he pulled his finger out of my pussy and stuck it to my mouth. As I sucked my cunt juices from his finger, he asked me if a beach house on Saturday for our celebration getaway was good for me. After I once again confirmed with a nod, he got off my car and left the parking lot.

I drove home as fast as I could as I badly wanted to get fucked after Mike lit my libido ablaze. When I got home, the kids were still awake and spending time with my husband, so I had to wait a bit more before getting fucked. kocaeli escort My two girls hugged and kissed me as they greeted me by the door, and I did the same to my husband, but I did whisper to him that “my thongs are soaked and I want you to fuck me as soon as the kids go to bed.” He smiled at me and gave me a wink as his seal of approval. We had a nice dinner as family and as soon as we were done, I had my husband tuck the kids in bed while I showered and prepared my lingerie in preparation for a wild evening with my husband.

When my husband entered the room, I was underneath the sheets with just my lace suspenders and thigh highs. I told him that I would give him a porn star experience for the night, and it got his cock hard almost instantly. He got his camera rolling, focused it on our bed, then we started doing the nasty. We started with intense foreplay with him sucking and licking my nipples and clit as if there was no tomorrow, while I returned the favor by sucking his cock balls-deep, and even rimming his ass from time to time. He also gave my ass some tongue and finger loving, and my pussy juices were flowing like crazy that I even wet our mattress.

I practically allowed him to do whatever he pleased with my body. He fucked my mouth hard and deep until I gagged. He pounded my pussy in multiple positions, from doggy style to reverse cowgirl, to a lot of other positions he thought off. He fucked me on the bed, by the sliding door window, on the office chair, and even in the shower. He made sure to fuck all my holes and didn’t leave my ass untouched. He fucked me in the ass while giving me a good spanking for being a very naughty girl. When it was time for him to cum, he gave me a nice facial, then he cleaned his come with his cock and shoved it in my mouth so I could swallow his jizz. I must admit it was probably one of the hottest and most intense fucks I’ve had with my husband in a while.

After about an hour of getting fucked, my husband and I were exhausted, and we just sat on the bed trying to catch our breath. He asked me what got into me and I fucked like a bitch in heat, and the only excuse I could come up with was the fact that I got promoted to CFO and wore my power suit to work made me horny the whole day. He bought it and even joked that I should power dress every day. I also took the time to inform him about the planned getaway for the coming weekend, but of course I told him that it was with the whole team and not just with Mike. He was supportive and even told me that it was a great gesture for my team to give me as a nice send-off.

The next two days were relatively quiet in the office, but every transition meeting I had with Mike, we both felt the sexual tension, and we both expressed excitement for the weekend. Friday went by quickly and as usual I planned to leave the office earlier than normal so I could meet my husband for dinner. I finished up on my emails, shutdown my PC, then I packed my stuff and made my way to the parking lot. When I got to my car, I was surprised to see Mike waiting for me by my car. He asked if it was okay for him to get in as he had to tell me something, and naturally I agreed as I did not see anything wrong with it. What happened next caught me by surprise!

When we got in my car, Mike grabbed me by my nape and started unzipping his fly. “Suck me!” he said in a very commanding tone while he forced my head down his crotch. I had no time to react or even ensure that no one could see us, and I just found myself wrapping my lips around his cock. He pushed my head down until his cock reached my throat and I started to gag, then he eased off and allowed me to catch my breath. He then continued pushing me down his cock but this time in a gentler manner, and I started hearing him moan as I tightened my lips around his shaft and began swirling my tongue around it.

I went on sucking Mike for a few minutes until I felt him tense up, and shortly after shot his load inside my mouth. Not wanting to make a mess in my car, I tried my best to take all his jizz in my mouth then I swallowed his cum after he slid his cock off my mouth. I asked him to check to make sure no one is around to see us, and as he gave me the thumbs up, I licked a bit of cum left on the head of his cock then I sat up. Mike had a satisfied look on his face as he wiped a drip of jizz off my lips with his finger and asked me to suck it, which I did.

I asked Mike to get off the car as I needed to leave to meet my husband. Before he did, he told me that he would pick me up here at the office so I can leave my car in the parking lot and he will drive us to our weekend rendezvous. He also gave a list of what he wanted me to bring which were mostly skimpy thongs, lingerie, and very few normal clothes. Lastly, he handed me a small paper bag and asked me to make sure I had it on when he picks me up at our meeting place tomorrow. I opened the bag to see a side-tie string bikini with a very tiny cloth to cover maybe kocaeli escort bayan just my clit. When Mike finally got off my car, I hid the G-string in my laptop bag as I knew it was the last thing my husband would open, then I drove off.

I met my husband at a nice Peruvian restaurant where we enjoyed ceviche and a nice bottle of wine. We then went to enjoy some lounge music with wine and cheese, before ending our day with amazing sex. My husband dozed off shortly after we finished fucking, something I expected as wine has that effect on him. I took this chance to pack my bag with Mike’s requirements – sexy thongs, lace lingerie, sheer negligee, and some normal clothes, then I put them in the trunk of my car to avoid then getting seen by my husband. The following day started with great morning sex and light breakfast before I prepared to leave for my “send-off party”. After a quick warm shower, I put on a floral summer dress with normal underwear beneath it to avoid any suspicion from my hubby. He has this habit of squeezing my ass when he kisses me goodbye each time I leave, so I didn’t wear the G-string Mike gave me first, otherwise my husband would feel it. True enough, as we kissed before I left, he grabbed my ass and told me to drive safely and enjoy the weekend with my team.

On the way to the meeting place with Mike, I stopped by Starbucks to get coffee and change undies. While waiting for my coffee, I went to the ladies’ room to remove my bra and change my granny panties with the G-string Mike gave me. It was so tiny that it barely covered my labia and my clit, good thing I was cleanly shaven or else any kind of bush, no matter how cleanly trimmed, would peek out. Before leaving the ladies’ room, I looked at myself in the mirror and liked how I looked in my nice dress and white sneakers. As I checked how I looked, I thought to myself, very fresh looking and very fuckable indeed! My nipples were slightly poking through my dress, but they were concealed by the floral prints, and my ass was hugged nicely by the cut of my dress also, After admiring myself, I went out to get my coffee then set off to meet with Mike.

When I got to the office parking lot, I already saw Mike’s car parked beside my slot, with him waiting for me outside while enjoying his coffee with his cigarette. He approached me as I alighted by car and gave me a light kiss on the lips then he complimented how I looked. I thanked and smiled at him as I made my way to open the trunk to get my overnighter bag. When I bent over to reach for my bag, Mike stood behind me and reached out to feel my tits to check if I was wearing a bra or not, and I think he was happy that he felt my stiff nipples rather than the pads of my bra. He then started to feel my ass, and when he felt just a tiny string around my waist and between my ass cheeks, he gave my ass a friendly slap and gave me props for following his orders. He then took my stuff from me and put them in the trunk of his car, then he led me into his car so we can drive to the beach house he rented. Mike opened the door for me, and when I took a seat on the passenger side, he asked me to open my legs and flash me my crotch so he could see how his “present:” looked like. I did as he asked and when he saw how little the G-string covered, he had a huge smile on his face and told me how he couldn’t wait to “pound that pussy!”

As Mike drove us to the beach house, he also made it known that he owned me for the weekend. He kept on touching me as he drove, grabbing my tits, pinching my nipples, and even rubbing my clit. When we were at the freeway, Mike even had me pull my dress down to expose my tits for anyone who may look our way to see. There was also a point when we were caught in some moderate traffic as we passed through a small town where he pulled his cock out and asked me to give him some road head. I tried to keep as low as I could as I gave him a blowjob, but I was pretty sure a few vendors selling some goods along the highway saw me sucking Mike’s cock as we drove by. It was quite hard blowing Mike as he drove, but I still managed to pleasure him enough fill my mouth with his jizz. Finally, when we were a few minutes away from the place he reserved, he asked me to play with my cunt so “warm it up” for all the fucking it would get. I was so horny at this point that I started playing with myself through my G-string until I exploded in the passenger seat of his car.

After I recovered from my orgasm, Mike pulled over by the side of the road and pulled out a blindfold. I asked him what it was for, and he told me that we were already near the place and since I knew that we came here to fuck, he somehow wanted me to have some mystery on what he has in store for me. Instead of feeling nervous, I got even hornier with the thought of no knowing what is going on combined with the anticipation of getting fucked good as soon as we got inside the beach house. He started driving again after he covered my eyes, and after travelling izmit escort for a couple of kilometers, Mike put the window down so I could feel the breeze coming from the ocean. The wind blowing on my face was very refreshing but not enough to put out the fire between my legs. We reached the place after a minute or so and after Mike parked the car, he went to get me from the passenger side so he could guide me inside the house. He held me by my hand and waist as he navigated through the path and a few steps until I heard him open the front door. He then continued leading me inside the house until we reached what I assumed was the living room where he guided me to sit on the couch and asked me to keep my blindfold on and wait.

I sat there anxiously waiting for what Mike will do next while I listened to the sound of the waves crashing down on the beach coming from somewhere behind me. I was starting to get really relaxed with the breeze and the sound of the waves when I suddenly felt a hand caress my tits through my dress, making my nipples go stiff almost instantly. I then felt a kiss landing on my neck, and I began to moan softly to encourage Mike to continue what he was doing. I started to arch my body as I got more stimulated, but then I got startled when I a kiss on the other side of my neck and another hand caress my thighs. A bit panicked, I hurriedly took off my blindfold and I saw Mike standing in front of me in just his boxers on smiling at me. I got so disoriented seeing him in front of me, and when I looked at who was beside me, I saw that it was two other guys from my former team, Dave and Paul, who were caressing and kissing me. I tried to stand up and go away from the two guys, but they held me down on the couch while continuously kissing me on my neck and ears.

“Surprise!”

“What the fuck are you doing, Mike!?”

“Remember the time we fucked, and I told you that we all fantasized about bending you over and fucking you? Well, I won’t leave these guys out to dry.”

“You asshole! How could you do this?”

“I’m not a selfish, I like to share with my friends!”

“So, you set this up!?”

“Yes, I did, and we’ll make sure you enjoy! Don’t worry boss, what happens here, stays here.”

Before I could talk again, Dave planted his lips against mine and resumed fondling my tits with his left hand, and Paul resumed kissing my neck and ears pressing his right hand against the mound of my cunt. As much as I was upset earlier, the sensation the guys were giving me fired up my libido and turned my anger into hunger for cock. After making out and feeling my body all over, Dave and Paul took my dress off, exposing my tits topped with stiff nipples and leaving me clad only with a soaked G-string. They both then planted their lips on my tits and started sucking and licking my erect nipples and all I could do was moan in pleasure as they worked on my tits. After watching the two guys pleasure me for a sometime, Mike decided to join in. He first grabbed both my hands and placed them on the crotch of Dave and Paul, then he went on to kneel in front of me, spread my legs and started muff diving into my crotch. Since my G-string was so tiny, it was very easy for Mike to pull them aside so his tongue can work on my labia and my clit. My moans became louder with the pleasure I was getting from 3 men stimulating my most sensitive erogenous zones.

As Mike and Paul were busy sucking and licking my cunt and my nipple, Dave wanted to get his share of sucking as he pulled his cock out and asked me to blow him. I held his already hard cock by the base near his balls, then I started licking the head before I started to slowly work my way down until I had his whole cock in my mouth. Dave then grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth, and I made sure I kept my lips tight around his cock to give him maximum pleasure. After a while, Paul also took his cock out and asked to give him a blow job also, so I released Dave’s cock from my mouth and moved to work on Paul’s cock. I started by licking his cock from the tip down to his balls before eventually putting the whole thing in my mouth. He was less aggressive than Dave as even though he held me by my head, he didn’t push me down his cock but rather allowed me to suck him at my own pace. As I continued sucking Paul, I saw from my peripheral vision that Mike had also pulled his cock out and was getting into position to fuck my cunt.

Mike held me by my ankles and raised my legs up and at the same time spreading them apart to expose my dripping cunt. He rubbed the head of his cock against my wet pussy lips, then in one swift motion, he rammed his cock inside me making me shriek in some pain and a lot of pleasure. He then moved his hands to my waist and used it as leverage to fuck me harder. Paul and Dave both wanted me to resume sucking their cocks, but Mike stopped them and told them that he loves hearing me moan while he fucked me. The guys obliged and instead placed my hands on their cocks so I can jack them off, while they kept their hands busy massaging my tits and sometimes pinching my nipples. Mike fucked me hard and deep, and I could feel an orgasm brewing, so I let him know about it.

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Everyone having sex is at least 18. This is fiction, I made it all up. Warning: this is a self-edited story. I do use Grammarly to help reduce my ability to murder the English language. Special thanks to goducks1 for his help.

*****

Chapter 8 — Mad Scientist at Work

I call Bill into my office the next day.

I surprise him, “Bill, I have a personal project for you and only you. I will personally make the hand grip mechanisms. You will need help with the electronics, otherwise, I want two of these. Nobody is to see the whole device at one time or the whole drawing. My cover story is this is a sample for a new vendor.”

Bill grins at me, “I um. Well. Is that a … what it looks like?”

I smile and nod my head yes, “Yes, it is, and we are going to put it near the break room in the old sandblasting room. I want that room cleaned up, add more lights, and give it a fresh coat of paint. I am going to make sure that everyone loves working here.”

Bill is all smiles, “OK boss. I think you know what you are doing. Getting rid of Ron has helped a lot. The changes had people worried but Janice came down and talked to the guys to re-assure them that as they are replaced by more efficient machines they will be working here elsewhere in the plant. She showed them the brochures for the new equipment and the bills for the training. That is one good woman there.”

Saturday, I installed the plant device. I text the girls, Bill, and Janice about a company-wide mandatory meeting on Monday at 6:00 AM. I have them spread the word.

Chapter 9 — Submission Tables

Driving in Monday morning is a chilly quiet ride. Not a word between us. Candy is mad at me, but I suspect it won’t last long. We get to work and have everyone gathers in the plant near our newly remodeled room. The “table” is in the center with a big tarp over it. I wait until everyone is there before I start.

I greet everyone cheerfully, “Thank you all for coming in a bit early this morning. First, I want to let you all know about our plans for moving forward and the changes I am making. You have already noticed the extra lighting, the freshly painted walls, and that things are moving around. We have new machines coming in that are smaller and use fewer people. Because of that, it means I can buy more machinery for the displaced people.”

I look seriously at them, “When I worked with you, I hated this place. I hated the owner, management, and the place itself. I vowed to make changes. If I didn’t like you, well, let’s just say they are not hearing my voice now.” That got a few chuckles. “I don’t want to let anyone go. I have vowed to keep squeezing in as much as we can safely. There will be changes and training, but I expect us to be more efficient, more profitable, and happier.”

I point to Bill, “You all know Bill is fair and will listen. That is why against his will I promoted him. I think you will all agree it’s much better now.” Everyone cheers. “To help morale and to make this place a bit more fun, I constructed this device in front of you. I guarantee there is no other like it in the world and it will blow your mind.”

I pull the tarp off.

Proud of my mechanical child, “I am calling this a ‘Submission Table’. The table is about 6 inches off the floor, it stays steady. The table is the size of a twin bed. That gel on the table is the same stuff as breast implants, go ahead, squeeze it some, it’s amazing stuff.” Everyone takes a turn poking or squeezing it and came away amazed. “It makes being on your knees easier.”

I continue to explain, “You will notice the two ball devices near this end. They swivel in all directions. Once you stick both hands on the bar inside and pull tight, like bike breaks, the sheaf locks your hands in place. At this point, you are locked there for 15 minutes and others can do … stuff … to you.” I turn a bit red.

I happily explain, “We will move this back and forth between out here in the open where everyone can watch, and in the room where there is some privacy. The room can be locked before submitting if you want a private session, husband, and wife maybe.”

Now with a serious voice and look on my face, I add “A few notes. It will only be operational 30 minutes before work on Mondays. I want to give you something to look forward to on a Monday. It will be open daily from noon to 1:00 during lunch. It will always unlock 5 minutes before work starts. Men will wear condoms 100% of the time. Women may use the strap-on in the box. Other toys are in there as well. Last to use the table will clean the entire device and associated toys. Hygiene is important!”

Threateningly now, “It is a submission table but if you are hurting someone or they don’t like something, you better stop quick … or else. This is for fun. Nothing on this says female only. Guys, you need to keep the women happy and if you swing that way, the guys happy. I don’t judge.” I smile again.

I warn them, “There is one cardinal sin you can commit here. If you pressure someone to take bursa escort a turn or bully someone for not taking a turn, complain about someone not being good enough, your services will no longer be necessary. NOBODY should feel pressured to take a turn and I expect most won’t. For those that do, give them lots of encouragement. For those that are shy, use the room and bring in a spouse or your significant other. This is for fun. When it is not fun, it goes away.”

I tease, “Anyone has the guts to try first?”

I hear crickets in the plant for a minute.

I proudly smile as I say, “Candy, Janet, and Maggie, thank you for volunteering to assist me. Janet and Maggie, play rock, paper, scissors. Maggie, you win, pitch or catch?”

Confused she asks, “Catch?”

I go into the box and pull out a strap-on and lube.

I explain, “Janet, your gear for the day, please put this on. Candy, how about grabbing those handles in the little balls and pull tight.”

Candy looks a bit scared, I smile at her, “Trust me.”

Candy gets down on the table on all fours, puts her two hands in the balls and “pulls the brakes”. The outside of the ball closes around her hands holding her in place. There are several wolf whistles. I strip her pants and panties off leaving her half-naked.

Now the whistles are really going and guys yelling “Oh Yea, look at that tiny ass!”

I strip off my pants and underwear, my cock is sticking straight out.

Now the girls were yelling, “Now there is a REAL man.”

I get underneath Candy and she lowers onto my cock. Janet needs no coaching, she draws up behind Candy and enters her from behind.

A random person yells out, “Oh, Yea dude, you see that?” as well as other similarly crude but accurate comments.

I am pumping into Candy, Candy is pumping me, Janet is pumping Candy’s ass.

I instruct Maggie, “Maggie, give Candy’s mouth something to chew on.”

Maggie pulls down her pants and panties to a lovely shaved pussy and stands in front of Candy. Candy starts eating Maggie’s pussy.

I unbutton Candy’s shirt and bra, so I can play with her tits but to be honest, they are so large, they are slapping me in the face. I ask for two volunteers to hold them out of the way. As soon as two guys grab her breasts, she squirts, and orgasms.

I yell, “We still have time, keep going, girls! Tweak those nipples guys!”

The crowd is cheering the girl’s names, the women are cheering my name. It is a huge rush having that much energy. We continue to give it to her good for fifteen minutes straight. There is a ding when time’s up, and I shoot my load … into a condom. We all get a huge cheer for the show. Candy can’t get up. The exertion has drained Candy physically and emotionally. I roll her over, pick her up, and throw her over my shoulders.

I say, “Maggie, get our clothes, I am taking her to my office then I want to see you and Janet in your office.”

I yelled at the others, “Get to work, the day started and as of tomorrow the time will be readjusted to 10 minutes a session. Enjoy your day!” We get a huge cheer from the crowd.

Janet and Maggie get themselves dressed and follow us. Back in my office, I put my clothes on and we dress Candy. She is asleep from all her activities, it was too much I guess. She has a huge smile on her face, so I am not worried.

On my way to see the girls that are waiting for me, I notice Janice at the front desk. She is wearing a mini skirt, low cut shirt, and I think a bra with high heeled shoes. The company dress code!

I admire Janice, “Well, don’t you look awesome today. Never seen you dress like this, you are drop-dead gorgeous. However, don’t you think for one minute that you must dress like this.”

She confesses, “Oh no Jack, this is something I choose to do on my own. I thought I could pull it off and by your reaction, I think I have. Thank you.”

Trying to make her feel good, “Janice, you are lovely, you can wear that anytime you like.”

I then walk over to see Janet and Maggie. Maggie is in her big chair and I sit down across from her next to Janet.

Sheepishly, I apologize, “Sorry for not giving you a heads up but it was a company surprise. I know neither of you got much so I wanted to see if your super horny and need a good fucking or if you are mad as hell at me for putting you through that.”

Maggie yells, “Damn right I am mad as hell! What gives you the right …. how could you … why couldn’t I be first?” She gives me a mischievous grin. “You are going to bend me over my desk and pound the crap out of me till I can’t walk. Then I suspect Janet will need you in her office. Am I right?”

Janet gets up and is walking to the door, “I will be in my office and you had better NOT bring a condom!”

I get up, walk around the desk, bend Maggie over, pull down her skirt and panties. I then give her a hard fucking. I have a ton of energy after that performance and I take it out on her. No idea how she is not black and blue after that fucking. After bursa escort bayan she orgasms three times, I blow six ropes of cum into her pussy, I leave her moaning and still bent over on her desk. It is a bit dark in the office, so I open the curtains on my way out. I then do a similar performance for Janet.

By the time I got back to my office, Candy is gone. Just as well, I have some calls to make but it sure is a magnificent way to start the day.

Chapter 10 — Story Time

At 1:00 we have another office staff meeting and I have Janice join us.

Casually I say, “I finished reading your homework this morning. I won’t embarrass all of you by reading every evaluation but there were a few I wanted to mention as they really stand out.”

I speak up, so all can hear me, “Janice wrote about how important communications is, or in our situation, lack of communication. Candy, Maggie, and Janet had the answers their teams needed but due to lack of communications and some tape, they could not tell their teams what they should put on.”

That’s an important lesson. We need to work together, or we waste a lot of time and effort.”

I smile as I say, “Phil wrote about the distractors, the women that went out of their way to cause havoc. Just like in real life, our competitors will not always keep to themselves, they will meddle. We need to look for it, expect it, and then take steps to subdue the attackers. I noticed each team spent time just distracting the women, so they could progress, I like that.”

Proudly I say, “Candy had a great one, people lie. She is right, her team won quickly on the second try. I lied, you all believed me, so the game went on. In this case, I don’t think too many of you minded, but that could mean missing a commission or bonus because you were not looking for the lies. If I am willing to lie to you in a game, your customers and competitors are going to as well in real life. Be looking for it and expect it.”

I add with a smile, “Tomorrow, a copy of the submission bed will be installed in the offices for the office staff. A few differences, it will only be on at lunch and when customers are here. If a customer takes a turn, this is a chance to make their visit special. If they play with us, fake it if you need to. Again, we want their visit to be special. Same as the plant though, don’t do anything you don’t want to do. Don’t do this to get a contract, only do it for fun.”

I explain the psychology, “Them knowing it is here is enough to get the effect we want. Also, keep in mind I can’t fire them, they may not play well with others. Always have a friend with you. I don’t want any of you hurt or doing something that you don’t want. Am I clear?” Everyone nodded their heads.

Being serious now, “OK, it’s time to discuss how we will approach our customers as you go out to see them. Janice, I noticed that you filmed this morning’s ‘demonstration’ on your phone. I want marketing to edit the clip down to about ten seconds and everyone will carry a copy on their phones. When you get the chance, show your favorite customers on the side. I think you will find it easy to get them back here to view the plant. Encourage them to bring a group.” They all smile.

The next day the submission table was set up in an unused area. It is near the office lunchroom yet out of the way. I add a bell. When someone enters the bed, others will know. Maggie and Janet each brought a few people to try it out with guys and gals taking turns. I saw all kinds of crazy stuff.

One of the more interesting was two girls under the submitting girl and a single guy going hole to hole fucking them and another guy on the other end doing the same to their mouths. Hot as hell. A few spouses came in because they heard about it and they had a wild time.

Chapter 11 — Janice

It is a quiet Thursday just after noon when I hear the bell. Most of the staff is out of the office seeing customers so I go to see who is “in”.

As I am walking in Bob is walking out and under his breath, I hear him say, “Old bag, not worth doing her.”

The problem was he was a bit too loud and I then I hear crying. I am furious at Bob. Who the hell does he think he is. Then I notice that it is Janice in the submission bed. That’s a surprise. She is crying softly, obviously due to Bob’s comments.

I always liked Janice, there was no way I will deny her some fun.

In a joyful mood, I say, “Hi Janice.” She stops crying. “I am so glad to see you on the table. REALLY GLAD. You have always been nice to me no matter how bad I screwed up. To see you here is a dream come true. I hope you don’t mind if we have a bit of fun.”

She is silent but still sniffling a bit. I pull her skirt down slowly, then I pull her panties down slowly. They are wet.

Teasing her, “Oh Janice, I see a wet spot here.”

I pull off my pants, pull down my underwear, and my steel bar is at full attention.

I play like I am shocked, “Look what you have done to me.”

She looks at me and is in escort bursa awe. I finger her pussy for a while. I slide my tongue up and down her pussy until she is moaning. I stand up, get in position, and slowly start to slide inside her furnace. For an older woman, she sure is tight.

Older? At 35 she isn’t that much older than me, she just seems older because of her confidence and maturity. She is a fine-looking woman now that I look harder. Gravity never took hold of her B cups, she is slender with curves in all the right places.

Right now, she has a place I need to fill. Slowly I grunt as I shove my cock into her. Wow is she tight. Then I run into her hymen! I freeze, processing this information. She is quiet, never seen her with or talk about a boyfriend, and wears frumpy clothes to hide her body. This is how she chooses to lose her virginity, to a random stranger locked into my table?

Janice is concerned and sniffling again, “Jack, is something wrong? Is there something wrong with me? Am I no good?”

OMG, she is insecure. I can’t take her like this. After all these years, she can’t lose her virginity like this. I pull out. Now Janice is crying hard. I enter a code to unlock the device and she is free. She pulls up her panties and skirt. She is shaking uncontrollably. Candy, Janet, and Maggie all run in asking what’s happened.

I yell at Candy, “Get Bill up here immediately! NOW!”

I grab Janice’s hand. She is still crying hard, her knees buckle. I hold her up, it’s no effort. I hold her tight to my hip. The girls are asking what I did to her, but I too am in shock and ignore them. I am seething at Bob and that is consuming me.

I still have Janice in my arms and am dragging her to the front door when Bill catches up to me.

I am boiling but calmly tell Bill, “Take that asshole Bob into the plant. We have a new program called ‘cross training’. He gets every dirty, smelly, disgusting job we have, and any you make up till he quits.”

He can see my anger.

I gruffly ask, “Any questions?”

None.

Now talking to Candy, “I am taking Janice to her home, I will not be home for dinner, please catch a ride home with someone or take a taxi. I am sorry, I can’t explain right now, we need to go.”

We leave the office. I pick Janice up like a bride and carry her to my car. I put her in my car and drive her home. I have done some minor repairs at her house previously, so I know the way.

She cries a lot and asks, “What is wrong with me? What did I do wrong?”

I have no answers, she did nothing wrong. I am mad at Bob for the humiliating treatment he gave Janice. We get to her house, I pull into the driveway. I go around my car, open the door for her, offer a hand to help her up, and we walk silently inside the house.

We turn and walk into the living room and sit down on the couch. I give her the hottest most sensual kiss I can. Her eyes bug out in surprise. She tries to get away, but I hold her still, kissing her. She stops crying and her eyes widen.

I happily explain, “Janice, I am sorry. I heard what Bob said and I almost killed him on the spot. I was so mad until I saw your sweet ass on the table, I had to have you. My lust took over, you were a piece of raw meat in front of me. Then I felt your hymen and realized you are a virgin still.

“I am sorry, so sorry for what I did. I could not let your first time be like a slut. You are too good for that. You deserve your first time to be special, to have someone make love to you. You should not be used like a toy or treated like a piece of meat.”

I stand up, she does too. She is crying again but I think these are happy tears now.

I pick her up and ask, “Where is the bedroom?”

She points the way, she can’t speak. I sit her down next to her bed, put a few towels on the bed, strip her of all clothes, she gets in bed, and then I strip, making a show of it. I take off my shirt, button by button, slowly. It falls to the ground. I kick my shoes off and pull my socks off. Slowly I unbuckle my belt and it falls to the ground with a thump, I unbutton, unzip, and then a slight flick, my pants fall to the ground.

My boxers are stretching from my cock. I bend forward and slowly, bit by bit, push my boxers down. They too hit the floor. I stand up, widen my stance, and turn at an angle, so I am fully on display. I want her dripping and by the look on her face, I believe I have been successful. I sit down towards the middle of the bed, so I can taste her sweet pussy again.

She gets her first and second orgasm of her life before I get to “R.” I then reach up and start twisting and squeezing nipples. After I hit “Z”, I start sucking on the nipples and playing with her breasts till she gets her third orgasm.

With this one, she screams, “OH MY GOD” five times.

Pleading and desperate, she begs me, “Jack, I NEED you in me NOW.”

I did not take this as a request, I mount her in the missionary position, so she can see the act and my emotions. I start inching my way in. Again, it is slow going and again I find a barrier.

Softly, I tell her, “Janice, I can’t make this not hurt but I will stop right after I break you open and give you a chance to adjust. I guarantee it will soon get better.”

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Thanks for the feedback on the first chapter, it was my first attempt at a ‘lesbian’ story and I’m glad to see it went down well. This chapter picks up about a half hour after the end of the first one.

Warning — There are references to sexual violence that may offend some readers.

*

I arrived at the hospital and ran inside, I was running through my head what could have happened to Amanda. I crashed into the receptionists’ desk.

‘Imlookingformyfriendwhereisshe?’ I was so fast I could barely understand myself.

‘Calm down dear, take a deep breath and tell me how I can help you.’ She seemed friendly despite the godless hour.

I took her advice and took a deep breath. ‘I’m looking for my friend, where is she? Her name’s Amanda Townsend and I was told she was here, brought in not long ago.’

The receptionist looked at a chart. ‘Ah yes, Townsend. Down the hall, third down on the left.’

‘Thanks.’ I walked quickly down the hall towards a door with a male and female doctor, both in their late twenties, in front of it.

‘Excuse me.’ The man stopped me from going in. ‘Can I help you?’

‘I’m Heather Richards, I was called about my friend Amanda.’ I looked in through the window on the door, Amanda was sitting on the edge of the bed covered in a towel and crying, two police officers standing next to her with notepads out. ‘What happened to her?’

The female doctor took me away from the door. ‘I believe I was the one who called you. This may be difficult to comprehend but your friend was attacked tonight, sexually.’

‘Oh my god is she alright, who did it, have they caught him?’

‘Relax Miss Richards; she managed to escape her attacker before he could… do anything. However the whole event has left her shaken and scared, I recommend you take her home when the police are finished with her and stay with her, she’ll be very scared and vulnerable so try not to leave her alone as much as possible.’

‘Ok, I’ll do that. Jesus I can’t imagine what Mands’ is going through.’

‘I doubt many can, I’ll have to ask you to stay before you take her home; the police may want to question you.’

The male doctor came up to us. ‘The police have finished taking her statement, you can see her now.’

I damn near ran into the room, as soon as I saw Amanda I made a beeline towards her and engulfed her in a hug, tears filling both our eyes.

‘God Hezz, I’m an idiot, a fucking idiot.’

‘Hey hey, in no way is this your fault. All that matters is that you’re safe.’

Amanda began to cry, it took all my strength not to join her. She pulled away from me and wiped her nose.

‘Excuse me.’ One of the police officers spoke up. ‘If we might have a word with you Miss.’

I understood that he was talking to me so I followed him and his partner out the room.

‘I am to understand you are Miss Townsend’s roommate Miss Richards?’

‘Yes, Heather’s my name.’

‘Heather, I’m D.C.I. Ross this is my partner D.I. Brown. Now Miss Richards I trust you were filled in about the attempted sexual attack on Miss Townsend.’

‘Yeah, one of the doctor’s told me.’

‘Good, now Miss Townsend claims she was attacked by a Mr Craig Allen.’

I couldn’t believe it, the rat-bastard had actually tried to rape Amanda. If possible I hated him more than ever. The officer kept talking.

‘We understand you can’t help us as a witness but for a character study what can you tell us about Mr Allen?’

‘I, uh, I didn’t like him.’

‘Why not?’

‘Um, this is confidential right?’

‘We can’t guarantee that.’

I sighed. ‘Well, I don’t think he treated Mands’ all that well anyway.’ I decided to keep my insane jealousy to myself.

‘How so?’

‘Amanda and Craig had sex, a lot. It wasn’t uncommon to hear them at all hours of the night. But I don’t think he ever cared for her, it was just sex to him.’

‘You have any other proof of this?’

‘Not much, little thing he said and did around Amanda.’

‘Would you classify Mr Allen as a violent man?’

‘I didn’t know him that well. However if there was a fight to be had with someone he would have trouble backing down from it, I seem him for than a few times square up to someone ready to go.’

‘These ever escalate into violence?’

‘No, Craig’s a big guy; he’s on the football team, so most people just back down, he’s use to throwing his weight around and getting his own way.’

‘Thank you Miss Richards that’ll be all for now, we’ll call you if we have any more questions.’

The two officers left after that, I went back inside Amanda’s room, the male doctor from earlier was softly bending Amanda’s arms, I guess for tests.

‘Well I’d like to keep you here overnight to do some more tests; you can go home if you want or you can stay here it’s your choice.’

‘I’d like to go home please, I want to forget about this as soon as possible.’

‘That’s understandable.’ He turned and saw me. ‘We haven’t been properly introduced; I’m Dr Thomas Freeman I’ll be bursa escort looking after your friend.’

I shook his hand. ‘Heather Richards. Would it be ok if I take Amanda back?’

‘Of course.’

Just then an elderly doctor walked past the room, Thomas stuck his head out the door.

‘Dad, Mr Dawltry called, he wants to confirm the next meeting.’

‘Thanks Tom, I’ll give him a call in the morning.’

The old doctor left, Thomas returned to us. ‘Sorry about that, it’s my dad, Gordon, he got a call from one of his patients. Right well I’ll leave you two alone to get some rest and I’ll see before you leave.’

Thomas left the room, as soon as he did I leaped onto the bed and faced Amanda.

‘Mands what the hell happened?’

Amanda didn’t look me in the eye as she told her story. ‘I was at the party with Craig and I had a lot to drink. You know I can’t hold my drink and I got real tipsy real fast. Anyway I ended up kissing some random guy by accident, Craig took me out after that he wanted to go home. I tried to patch things up but he called me a slut, said I was cheating on him, Hezz I wasn’t. I told him the only time I ever came close to cheating on him was a little experiment with you and that meant nothing.’

That hurt me a lot, I know it was selfish but to hear her say our thing was nothing upset me. However I said nothing and let Amanda continue.

‘That set him off, he dragged me into an ally and threw me to the ground. He said if I was going to act like a whore he’d treat me like me. He ripped off my trousers and panties and was about to… I fumbled around the ground and found a bottle which I hit him with and ran away, I found a police car nearby and they helped me.’

Amanda started crying. ‘God Hezz I’m so stupid, why didn’t I see it, why didn’t I see him for what he really was?’

‘Mands I said before this isn’t your fault, it’s his; the jealous fuck. He had no right to do that to you.’

Amanda grabbed me in a hug. ‘Oh Hezz, I don’t know what I’d do without you.’

I said nothing, I only laughed quietly; I was so upset over what had happened I couldn’t do anything else. Later that night Thomas took a few more tests on Amanda and set her free. Amanda said nothing on the way home, I don’t blame her but I wanted something to break the silence. Mands’ jumped out of the car as soon as it stopped and ran inside, I found the owner of the keys.

‘Hey, what happened, how is she?’ The girl, Rachel McCormack, asked.

‘A little shaken, apparently Craig Allen tried to have his way with Mands; she only just managed to escape.’

‘That bastard, I knew there was something up with him.’

I turned to leave but Rachel stopped me.

‘Heather, when you saw me and James yesterday, behind the staircase.’

‘Yeah.’

‘Could you maybe not tell anyone, I don’t want my father finding out about us.’

‘Scared of Father Aiden are you?’

‘Firstly he’s retired from priesthood and secondly yes I am.’

‘Don’t worry Rach, I won’t say anything.’

I left Rachel to find Amanda, the sound of smashing coming from our dorm told me where she was. Amanda was breaking anything Craig had given her, ripping any photos of the two of them, tearing any of his clothes he’d left. She was barely at it for two minutes before she burst into tears and gave up.

‘You must think I’m pathetic Hezz, I can’t even get rid of this bullshit without breaking down.’

‘Mands’ I don’t judge you, no-one can after what happened. Get yourself a shower and I’ll clean this up.’

Amanda got up and went to the bathroom, I started cleaning up but Amanda’s cry of pain distracted me. I rushed to the bathroom to see what had hurt my friend.

Amanda was standing wearing only her panties, holding her bruised side in pain.

‘Fuck Hezz, I can’t do this it’s too sore.’

‘I, I , I could hel, help you.’ I was trying and failing to hide my arousal, even after her attack I still had an almighty crush on Mands.

Accepting my help, Amanda pulled down her panties — Oh god — and stepped into the shower, the water soaked her deep red hair and made it cling to her skin, still golden through everything. She handed me her sponge and body-wash, still completely unaware that I was looking at every perfect inch of her. I lathered the sponge and slowly rubbed it on her back, as I got closer to her ass my own panties were wetter. I washed Amanda’s ass regardless, staying on it as long as I dare to get a good feel without arousing suspicion. I bent down to wash her legs, my face so close to her ass I could have kissed it without moving my head. I washed the inside her legs, my hand between her legs, I could actually feel the heat radiating from her cunny; as the water from the shower hit me I convinced myself it was her juices, and I was the one creating them.

Sensing I’d spent too long on her legs I darted back up.

‘Lift your arms please.’ My voice was barely a breathy whisper but Mands’ followed my instruction. She lifted her arms allowing me access to bursa escort bayan wash her underarms. Of course washing her underarms made my fingers brush against Mands’ breasts and at one point my index finger caught the underside of her left breast.

In the split second I thought of everything, I would grab Amanda’s breast with one hand then stroke her pussy with the other, I would kiss her neck and shoulder, tell her everything, how much I love, how I long to be with her. I would make love to her in the shower.

But I didn’t, I merely apologized and moved my hand. I’m such a fucking idiot.

‘You want me to wash your hair?’ I asked her half-hoping she’d say yes.

‘No thanks, I can get it. Thanks for the help.’

‘No problem.’ I left as quickly as I could, ran to my room and shut the door behind me. Ripping off my clothes I jumped onto my bed; with one hand squeezing my nipples and the other rubbing my clit I masturbated to a furious orgasm, the image of Amanda’s naked body never leaving my head.

I fell asleep not long afterwards.

It must have been early morning when I heard the knock on my door.

‘Hezz it’s me, can I come in?’

‘Sure Mands’.’ Amanda entered my room, she was wearing an old cut-off t-shirt and boy shorts, a scared and vulnerable look across her face. ‘What is it?’ I asked her.

‘Is it, this is going to sound silly. Is it ok if I, sleep in your bed?’

‘Um, I don’t know Mands if you want sure I’ll take the sofa and…’

‘No, can I sleep in your bed, with you there, as well?’ She sounded so awkward asking that. ‘I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.’

‘Wow, sure Mands’ I threw open my covers to welcome her in, then the cold air reminded me of my nudity from earlier. ‘Oh shit, sorry Mands’ I forgot, I can put on something if you want.’

Amanda giggled quietly to herself. ‘It’s fine Hezz, I’ve seen you naked before.’

As she got into my bed I wondered to myself ‘When’ but never questioned her on it, it was good enough that she laughed at anything. Despite what happened Amanda fell asleep quite quickly, I on the other hand was left wide awake watching her sleep, she looked so beautiful, so peaceful. I held my hand a few inches above her cheek, wanting so desperately to touch her, feel her. But I didn’t, I couldn’t, I wiped a tear from my eye and fell asleep.

NOVEMBER

That’s how it was for several weeks, Amanda would come into my room and sleep in my bed, I loved it and hated it at the same time. The main side effect of sleeping with Amanda was that I had all this pent-up frustration and no viable means of releasing it, I know there was masturbation but there’s a difference between pleasuring yourself and just doing it because you’re bored.

I felt sorry for Billie who had become almost like a human stress reliever, I would vent my troubles onto her and she would listen, of course Billie being Billie she never once complained. And she always seemed to have the right thing to tell me, there was one such day when she was at my apartment; I was helping her do her hair up for a big dinner that night with Caleb — it seemed strange that Billie would get dressed up for dinner with her brother but she said it was important for the two of them — and she just sat there listening to my complaints.

‘I, I don’t know what I’m going to do B, every night she comes and it’s not like I can push her away. But I keep getting angrier and angrier with all this aggravation, if it wasn’t for you I’d have gone crazy by now.’

‘Happy to help Hezz.’

I smiled at her chirpiness. ‘I’m sorry for dumping this on you Billie but I really don’t know what to do.’

‘Have you tried telling her?’

‘What telling her I want her out my bed?’

‘No telling her you’re in love with her, if that’s too strong tell her you’ve been having this feelings towards her and you don’t know what they mean and having her in your bed every night isn’t helping. Hell even just start by telling her you’re a lesbian, see how she takes it.’

‘Are you sure that’s the right idea, what if she hates me for it, what if she never speaks to me again.’

‘What if she doesn’t mind, what if it excites her, what if secretly she’s been feeling the same way?’

I could easily feel the juices run down my leg as Billie described the possibility of Mands returning my love.

‘You’re really sure I should tell her my feelings.’

‘Go for it Hezz, you’ll never know until you try. Hell if she shoots you down you’ll never regret it.’

‘I might do that, thanks B I really need your help.’

‘It’s fine Hezz, I know you need help. After all, you…’

I saw Billie press something she was holding, suddenly my C.D. player burst on.

‘Got a black magic woman.’

I was left stunned, trying to figure out how Fleetwood Mac had got on. Billie’s laughter suggested she had something to do with it.

‘I’m sorry Hezz, I stole you C.D. remote about twenty minutes ago and I’ve been waiting for a moment to use it.’

We both laughed escort bursa and listened to more of Fleetwood Mac, Billie left about an hour later. I waited for Amanda to return home, playing out how I was going to tell her I was gay over and over in my head. Trying to pick a good time to tell her.

Obviously when she stormed in grumbling under her breath wasn’t one.

‘What’s wrong Mands?’

‘My bitch of a mother, I went round to see her today, hoping to tell her about my attack and does she care? Does she hell, stupid bitch just wanders around looking for the nearest bottle, I hate her when she’s like that.’

I gently put an arm around Amanda’s shoulder and held her. ‘Your mum’s got a problem, you’ve tried to help her and she’s ignored you. You’re well within your right to be angry with her, but don’t forget she’s still your mother.’

‘I know I know.’ That calmed her down. ‘Alright I’m going to bed, you coming up?’

‘Sure in a few minutes, I’ll just get a drink and meet you up there.’

Amanda left and went to bed, I decided there and then I would tell her tonight. After a small glass of milk I joined Amanda in the bed, we talked for a while but soon enough I bulked up the courage and told her.

‘Mands’, there’s something I need to tell you. These past few weeks, I’ve, I’ve really enjoyed having you here.’

‘I’ve enjoyed being here too.’

‘No Mands’ I mean I’ve REALLY enjoyed being here with you, being allowed to see you sleep, lying here with you in the most intimate… God I sound ridiculous. Mands’ do you remember that night a few months back where you and I, fooled around?’

‘Yeah.’ I could sense her worry from my earlier verbal spew.

‘Well that meant a lot to me, emotionally as well as sexually. For a while now I’ve been feeling something and I don’t know what it is but every time I see you the feeling grows stronger…’

‘Hezz Hezz, you’re rambling again. Just tell me.’

‘Mands’, I think, I think I’m a lesbian. More importantly, I think I’m in love with you. I know that’s completely inappropriate to say and I’ve probably scared you so if you want to leave just leave and I’ll understand.’

I expected Amanda to jump out the bed and run.

I did not expect for her to kiss me. ‘What the…’

‘I’ll let you in on a secret Hezz, about a week after a first slept here I started getting my own feeling, I felt safe with you, soon that safety turned to care, and after that, I started to fall in love with you. I don’t think I’m gay but when I’m with you my heart jumps up.’

Someone was smiling on me, Amanda kissed me again, we rolled over so she was on top of me and moving down, she kissed my neck then looked me in the eye. ‘I never got to repay you for our first encounter.’

Holy hell this was unbelievable. Amanda lifted up the shirt I was wearing and set about kissing my breasts, being smaller than hers she spent less time on mine then I did on hers but when Mands started sucking my nipples I nearly came right there. Still Amanda went down, still kissing every part of my body; my chest, my neck, my stomach, even my belly button, until she got to my panties, she wasted no time in taking them off and burying her face in my pussy, looking down and seeing that long red hair just made me wetter.

Amanda started blowing softly on my pussy, the cold air created by her and my wetness caused me to shiver but it also excited me. ‘Oh god Mands’ this is incredible.’

‘This, this is nothing.’

When her tongue entered me I swear I came straight away but she stayed locked on me, licking kissing, sucking she made me feel things I’d never felt before, opened new doors in my mind, introduced me to new ideas, the heavens above opened and I saw God, the angels singing about my love found at last. The surge of ecstasy soared around my body until finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I settled down, Amanda looked up at me, her face covered in my juices. She opened her mouth to say something but I kissed her before she could. We fucked the whole night, I ate her out, she at me out, we 69’d, we kissed, we fondled, trying desperately to keep the noise down.

We weren’t very successful.

As the morning came Amanda and I were left in each other’s arms, sweating viciously, naked and panting.

‘God Mands, that was amazing. That was the best night of my life, I’m never leaving this bed or you again.’

‘I’m glad you liked it, it was special for me too.’

There was a strange sadness to Amanda’s voice, I looked in her eyes and saw them close to tears.

‘Do you regret anything Mands’?’

‘No, Hezz you’ve been so kind to me after what’s happened. I told you earlier that I started having feelings for you but I was scared of telling you, I had no clue how you’d react. But when you told me first I almost jumped out of bed with joy.’

‘Can I tell you a secret, I was terrified of telling you how I felt, I assumed you just wanted company after what Craig did, I loved having you in bed with me but it was driving me insane with frustration.’

‘What made you change your mind?’

‘Billie convinced me to tell you, see how you’d react to me telling you I’m a lesbian, at the very least I thought you’d leave the bed and I wouldn’t be so frustrated.’

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It had been about a month since my night with Maria. I had taken a shower after a long day of yard work. I was just going sit around and watch some movies. I picked out a few to watch. I made some popcorn and was reaching for the remote. When the doorbell rang, “Now who the hell could that be”

When I opened the door. “Much to my surprise” There stood Maria. Looking over her shoulder I saw another Women standing there.

I said, “Hello come on in.” Walking past them to close the door. I could see that this other women was a little younger then Maria. “Well this is a nice surprise.” How have you been? It has been a while since we f…., well talked.

Uncle this is my friend Lisa, I wanted to know if you could do her a favor. She would like to post her own web site on the internet. I know you can do things like that and maybe you could help her with it.

Sure thing “Baby Girl” Not a problem. Lets go sit on the couch and talk about how Lisa wants it set up. I sat in the middle with Lisa & Maria on either side. I’ll get some paper and you can tell me what you want Lisa. I reached in front of Maria to the end table where the paper was. While I was there I pinched her right tit. She reached up and grabbed my dick though my shorts and whispered, Time for that later.

Now lets see Lisa, Do you want too use this for a dating web site or a sex web site. She blushed a little, then said well bursa escort maybe both. Ok I need to ask you some personal Questions. Screen name: “Want-a-peace-of-Lisa” Age: 25 Location: Orlando Fl. Measurement: 42-26-34 Turn ons : Men or women who can do a girl right. Turn offs: Men or women who can’t do a girl right.

Well that’s a good start. Now would like to add some pictures to your profile. While you think about it. I’ll get us something to drink. In the kitchen I was thinking about 42-26-34 “wow” that would be nice to see.

“What would be nice to see” Came a voice from the doorway. Maria was standing there with her hands on her tits pinching her nipples through her blouse. Walking too me she placed her hand on the front of my shorts and said I see building a web site gets you worked up too.

Well Lisa’s tits are the same size as yours and that is hot. “No there not” she, is a 42dd and I am a 42d the dd makes hers bigger. She never told me she like’s both men and women.

Lets go back in there and see if we can both have sex with her at the same time. Just follow my lead. Go back where you where sitting and I’ll be right in.

I bought us a cold drink and some ice cubes to rub on use if it gets warm in here. Besides if we take some pictures of Lisa. We can rub ice on her nipples and they we stand out more for the camera. Lisa just looked at Maria and smiled. As I sat on the couch bursa escort bayan again I sat a little closer to Lisa. Before we can move on I need you to take your sweet shirt off. I don’t want to put anything in print that is not true.

You said your breast are 42, and I need proof. As she pulled the sweet shirt over her head I winked at Maria. The shirt stopped just above her tits. I told her to want a minute and don’t move. Maria come here and kneel in front of Lisa. Now I want you to feel her tits and tell me if they are real or not. What are you waiting for? Haven’t you ever touched A women before. “Maria shook her head no” This is going to be a time in your you will remember forever.

Maria take your blouse off , then play with your tit with one hand. Then play with her tit with you other hand. Now do they both feel the same or not.

Yes they do but I need to feel her nipples with out her bra to see if they feel the same as mine. Maria reached around Lisa the same time Lisa reach around Maria. Then there bra’s fell at the same time. Maria looked at Lisa and all she could do was reach out and cup her tits in each hand. Her skin is sooo. Soft.

Lisa said this is not fair, I can’t see her tits. She pulled her shirt over her head. Saying that’s better. Lisa reached for Maria’s tits like a kitten after a bowl of milk. After each girl was finished checking out there tits. Lisa asked escort bursa Maria if she could see her pussy. From the first time I meet you I wanted to fuck you. But did not know how you would feel about fucking another women.

I have never been with another women but always wondered what it would be like. We have been friends a long time and I want my first women to be you. The only thing I ask is that my uncle can join us at anytime he want.

“I want to be part of this right now” Let’s all get undressed.

Lisa Said I have always had a thing for family sex so. Your uncle is my uncle. Now let’s go to the bedroom.

Once we got in the bedroom. There was no holding back. Maria was on her back with Lisa on top in the 69 position .Lisa lowered her pussy to Maria’s face and told her to do what ever she doe’s. As Lisa was eating Maria’s pussy. I came up behind Lisa and placed the head of my dick between pussy lip’s. I told her to get ready to have a man who knows how to do a girl right.

Lisa said your cock is fatter then any I have had in me. But don’t hold back I want you to fuck me fast and hard, my sweet uncle.

Hearing Lisa call me uncle just made me want to fuck her more. And that is just what I did. As I was pounding Lisa’s cunt she was rocking back and forth so much that Maria had a hard time keeping her tongue in Lisa’s pussy.

As I was getting close. Maria could tell and shouted that she wanted me to come in her mouth with the sweet taste of Lisa’s cunt on my dick. Then I pulled out of Lisa. And put my dick in Maria’s mouth as we all came together in the most intense Climax. I am we have ever had.

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Before I start my tale, let me assure you that this is 100% true. The only alterations I have made are the names of the people involved and the towns they live in, and a few critical dates. Everyone involved in the story is over 18. Also, this is a story about a relationship. There is sex involved, but not for a while, and it isn’t the main point of the story. If you are looking for a hard core tale, this isn’t it.

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My story starts in January of this year (2008). I have a fairly large family and we are the result of marriage, divorce and remarriage. As my step-mother puts it, “We put the ‘fun’ in dysfunctional!”

I had been living abroad for over 20 years. I never got along well with my family, especially my father, so right after high school, I struck out on my own and I made my own family on the other side of the country. Time and fate worked together to finally bring me back home this past January. My dad was in declining health and my siblings encouraged me to come and bury the hatchet in case he didn’t make it. I agreed, and traveled to our Pennsylvania homestead. I figured that not only was it a good chance to make peace with the old man, but it was also a great opportunity to scout out jobs and a new home, since I had just gone through a pretty nasty divorce and was now homeless and out of work. My family took the opportunity to make it a family reunion and I got to see my step sister and my half brother for the first time since I was fifteen.

From the minute I walked in the door and saw her, I was totally stunned by my step-sister, Abby. The last time I saw her, she was 12 years old and just another irritating kid. Now, at 37, she was a total MILF! Her petite frame was blessed with a set of pert tits that definitely stood out and a tight little ass that just screamed to be grabbed. Those weren’t her only good features, she was totally fit and trim, and had a sweet face with lips that longed to be kissed. All this after having four kids! But she’s my sister damn it! We never did go for that whole step- or half- thing that defines some families. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her, no matter how hard I tried. After the reunion, I didn’t get to see her again for a few months, but we kept in touch by email and one of the more popular social networking sites. During this time, we found out that we had more in common than we ever realized, and though my marriage ended in divorce, hers wasn’t as happy as it seemed. We talked each other through some pretty rough times and actually became friends. More importantly, we learned to trust each other.

As luck would have it, I got to see her again in August for her birthday. Funny enough, her best friend, Tammy, is also my brother Doug’s girlfriend and they both share the same birthday — August 5th. By now I had found a job and had settled down in Maryland, about three hours south of the family home. They invited me up for their joint birthday bash which they scheduled for August 2nd and 3rd. Abby called me the day before and told me in no uncertain terms that I would be there and she wasn’t taking ‘No’ for an answer. Who was I to deny her? I jumped in the car and broke every speed limit between point A and point B getting there. I had told myself that no matter what, I had to keep my wandering, lustful gaze off of my sexy sister. I spent the day flirting with every woman there (including my brother’s girl friend) and keeping my mind occupied by getting to know Abby’s husband, Tom. I knew I was totally in lust with her, so I figured that if I learned to like Tom, it would keep me from doing something everyone in the family would regret. It wasn’t working.

We partied well into the night, and alcohol flowed like water. Long before midnight, there wasn’t a sober soul on the block…Except me. And Abby. Somehow, we found ourselves in the kitchen drinking coffee into the wee hours of the morning while the bursa escort party went on outside. No, we didn’t do anything yet, but now I knew…Brother or not, Abby was attracted to me too. We talked about things that brothers and sisters don’t normally talk about. Without shame, and without hesitation. I think we both knew where we were headed, but we weren’t ready to take that last step yet. But we didn’t have to wait much longer.

Finally, everything came together just days ago. Abby invited me up again to another party. This time it was a combination Christmas party and another birthday party for her next-door neighbor, Tanja. She told me Doug and Tammy would also be going, and she had shown my picture to Tanja. Tanja was dying to meet me, so I was told. Again, she wasn’t taking no for an answer.

I arrived early in the afternoon, and the alcohol was already flowing. I don’t recall being without a drink all evening but I never got to the point of being drunk. Tanja welcomed me to the party, but didn’t seem to care less if I was there or not. Abby, of course, was never far away and I would be a liar if I said she didn’t look absolutely incredible. Like January and August, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. I could only hope that no one noticed. Boy, was I ever wrong! Several times, I caught Abby and Tammy looking at me and whispering. I had no clue what they might be whispering about though.

Finally, around one a.m., Abby excused herself from the party, said good night to everyone, and said she was headed home to check on the kids before heading to bed herself. I waited about half an hour and excused myself as well.

When I got to Abby’s, she was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a glass of white wine and smoking a cigarette. She smiled when I came in and told me the coffee was hot if I wanted a cup. I grabbed some and sat down with her at the table and lit a cigarette of my own. Time flew by with Abby and we talked. Just talked. About my divorce, my recent break up with a new girl friend (she dumped me for her ex-), and her marriage. Or lack thereof. She was miserable and she wasn’t ashamed to let me know. She hadn’t been intimate with Tom in almost two years and she was climbing the walls. She needed sex like a dehydrated man in the desert needs water, but she couldn’t risk going outside of her marriage. Tom had made it clear that if she did, she would lose her kids. She wouldn’t chance it.

Around 3am, Tom, Doug, and Tammy came back to the house. Tom mumbled a few drunken words and went to bed while Doug flopped and crashed on the couch in the living room. Tammy joined us at the kitchen table and joined in the conversation. Abby and Tammy had no secrets from each other. To say that they were like sisters was an understatement. They were more like one soul divided into two bodies.

This is where everything changed for us forever.

My heart was really going out to Abby and without a single impure thought in my head, I told her, “Abby, I understand that you’re miserable, and I understand that you can’t step outside of your vows, but if there is ever anything I can do to help, please, tell me. I’m your big brother and I love you. I want you to be happy.”

However she took this, her entire face lit up and as she turned the most beautiful blushing red. She looked at Tammy and said, “C’mon, go to the bathroom with me!”

And just like that, I was along at the table. Minutes later, they returned to the table, both of them grinning like little girls with a dirty secret.

“Robbie? (That’s me) Did you mean what you just said?” Abby asked me.

“Absolutely.” I answered.

“OK. What I’m going to say never leaves this table. I can say it in front of Tammy because we don’t have any secrets from each other, and I trust her more than I trust anyone. Do you understand me?”

I nodded slowly, looking at her and wondering what was to come.

“Robbie, bursa escort bayan I really hope you meant that, because I need You. Ever since January, I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind. After this summer, I told Tammy what was on my mind and she supports me 100%. She’ll do anything she can to help with this if you agree to it.”

Somehow, I knew what she was saying but at the same time, I still wasn’t getting it.

Abby continued, “I want you Robbie. I want you to make love to me, to fuck me. I want you inside of me and I want every dirty thing you’ve told me you’ve been doing with those women you’ve been seeing since your divorce.” “Don’t misunderstand me…I’m not looking to change my life. I won’t go through any more changes. I need a man and I know that I can trust you. Can you do this? Can you fuck your little sister?”

Both of them were looking at me with anticipation. Instantly I knew that both of them wanted me to do this. Abby needed it to keep her sanity and Tammy needed to see her soul mate happy.

How could I refuse?

After a second or two, I asked, “Why me?”

“Robbie, you’re sexy as hell, and you would never hurt me, so I know you won’t make this what it can never be. Please don’t take this part wrong but we didn’t grow up together. I do love you but I’ve never been able to think of you as a brother. I can do this if you can.”

I only had two more questions. “When and where?”

“Tonight Rob, here. There’s a couch in the basement. I already have it made up for you to sleep on anyway. Tammy will be up here in case Tom, Doug, or one of the kids wake up before I come back up. She’ll keep them from coming down by telling them that we’re talking…That you’re drunk and upset about that bitch who just broke up with you.”

Now I had to laugh. “You two didn’t just come up with all this in the bathroom just now, did you?”

Now Tammy chimed in. “Robbie, we’ve been talking about this since August. We agreed that the next time you came up, we were going to ask you. It’s so sweet that you love Abby enough to do this!”

I didn’t know what else to say, so I said nothing.

Instead I leaned across the table and kissed Abby on the lips.

Without hesitation she kissed me back. In seconds, our tongues were exploring each others mouths. Abby wimpered softly as I placed my hand on the back of her head and pulled her in closer. After a few minutes, she broke the kiss.

She turned to Tammy and kissed her on the cheek. “Good night Hunnie-bunnie! And thank you!”

With that, she grabbed my hand and led me down to the basement den.

As soon as we got there, she started pulling off her pants. With a nod, she indicated that I should do the same. I didn’t need any prompting. She shoved me to the couch and stradled my lap. “Robbie, I need this. More than you know. Please, let me do this. Give me this, and then we can do anything else…”

With that, she grabbed my already erect prick and guided it to her pussy. She was soaking wet and I entered her without a problem. 38 years old and four kids and her pussy was tighter than I could have ever imagined! As soon as I was buried inside of her, she found my mouth and started kissing me with a passsion I’d never seen before. Of course, I returned it with vigor. I wanted her as much as she wanted me. She rode my cock like a jack hammer and in less than two minutes collapsed on my chest in a shuddering orgasm.

After a minutes rest, she slid off of my lap to kneel on the floor. “I don’t know how much time we have, but I want want I can get.”

And with that she took me into her mouth and started sucking me. I can’t describe it. She told me to talk to her. Talk dirty. She liked that. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her even deeper. “I never would have thought that my little sister was such a great cock-sucker!” I quipped. I heard her escort bursa chuckle and she continued on with even more vigor. As much as I wanted this to last, I couldn’t hold back. “Swallow?” I asked.

Abby nodded around my cock meat and I lost all control. I shot my load down my sister’s throat and she didn’t miss a drop. She licked her lips as she joined me back on the couch. “Thank you Robbie.”

“Don’t thank me Abby,” I told her, “I wanted this too. Hell, I want it again. Do you?” “Hell yes! Tonight, and in the future too! I hope you’re up to it!”

In response, I laid her back on the couch and mounted her. I entered her this time more slowly. I had given her the fuck she needed, now I was going to make love to her. With patience and tenderness, I entered her. Slowly we rocked against each other and found each other’s mouths. It was great. It was fantastic, and it was as romantic as I could make it. I whispered all the things a woman loves to hear and I meant every one of them. I told her how beautiful she was. I told her how much I wanted her. I told her that I was hers to use as long as she needed me.

When I came, she pulled me into her depths and came too. There was no weirdness. No shame. There was just the two of us, two concenting adults making love.

As I rose up from her and took her into my arms, I saw something out of the corner of my eye…Tammy was there at the top of the steps. Watching us. Her hand in her pants furiously rubbing herself. She was as much a part of this as we were. I didn’t say a word or let on that I even saw her. As we cuddled on the couch, Tammy slipped away silently.

A minute later, Abby got up and started putting her pants back on. “Thank you Robbie. I love you. I want to stay, but we can’t push our luck. Not now.”

She bent over and kissed me again. Then she was gone back upstairs.

As I lay there, thinking about everything that had just happened, I pulled the covers over me and noticed the tiniest bit of sunrise peeking through the basement window. I was drifting away into a totally contented sleep.

That’s when I heard it…

The creaking of the steps. I looked up and there was Abby again. “Robbie, are you sleeping?”

“No, is everything ok” I asked.

“Yes, but God help me, I have no will power. I want more…”

Again she took her pants off and sat at the edge of the bed. She spread her legs to me and gestured her desire. I dropped off of the couch and crawled between my lover’s legs. In an instant, I found her clit and began to lick and suck her with gusto. I used every trick I had ever learned and inserted a finger into her vagina to rub her G-spot as I tongued her clit. She came again. And again. When she was sated, she pushed my head away and lay there catching her breath. The sound of a car moving down the road startled her. She grabbed her pants, bent over for a last kiss, and without a word she was gone.

Several hours later, I woke and made my way up stairs. Abby was in the kitchen with Tammy and the kids were in the den playing some computer game. Tom and Doug were still out cold. “Coffee’s ready Brother Dear.” Abby chimed.

“Sleep well? Tammy asked.

“Better than I have in a long time, thanks!” I answered as I took my first steaming cup from Abby’s tiny hands.

With that small exchange, everything that needed to be said was. There would be no mention of our tryst. As if it had never happened.

A few hours later, after Tom and Doug had woken up and we all shared a very late breakfast, I had to say my good byes. I had a long drive back home in front of me and the weatherman on the TV news was predicting six more inches of snow this afternoon.

I saved my last good bye for Abby and as I hugged her and gave her a very brotherly kiss on the cheek, she took me by the shoulders. “We’re having a big bash for New Year’s next week. You’re coming right? I won’t take ‘No’ for an answer!”

I don’t really remember much of the drive home. Visions of New Year’s Eve and the promise of the next twelve months filled my head.

That’s still eight days away. I’ll let you know how it goes!

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It was probably about 10 am, I wasn’t sure. I had been wandering around since day break, not knowing where I was heading. I had no idea of the approximate size of the forest I found myself trapped in; I had no map. All I had was a bottle of water but I finished it a couple of hours before.

I had stopped a few times to rest my legs. On the fifth stop I was sitting on the bank of a pond. I was making ripples with my feet until a strange smell met my nose. It wasn’t a scent that belonged to the forest. It smelled like someone was cooking.

I got up and walked in the direction of the scent. I was hungry as hell so I found myself walking faster than I did before.

I walked up a small hill and at the top I could see a cabin house below. A window was open, and I saw a pot on a stove.

The scent became stronger as I walked towards the house. I gently knocked on the door. I was surprised when the door opened before I put my arm down.

The woman stunned me for a moment. She was beautiful. She had straight, silky long black hair, and almond shaped eyes I could get lost in. She wore a long light blue satin robe that matched well with her fair complexion. We were the same height. I could tell she was older than me, but I couldn’t estimate her age.

She smiled sweetly at me. “Come in, dear,” she said.

I stepped inside. The house seemed smaller from the outside, and was quite elaborate.

She told me to sit on the couch, and that she was bringing a bowl of vegetable soup for me. I sat on the couch and examined what was around me. There was a couch opposite me, a coffee table, a couple of chairs in a corner, a bookshelf filled with old books, a fireplace, and numerous wood carvings of what looked like the human form – they all seemed to bursa escort be doing chores, like tilling fields, carrying water, etc.

When I turned to look at the woman she was walking with the bowl of soup towards me. I said “thank you” when she handed it to me. She went to sit on the opposite couch. While I was eating she was looking at me curiously – she tilted her head to the side and was examining me from head to toe.

“What are you doing out here in the middle of the forest?” I wanted to ask her the same thing.

“Well, I lost my map a couple of days ago and took a wrong path…I was trying to find a waterfall that I thought was near here…”

“Oh, the waterfall. That’s twenty-five miles away. I can help you get there once you replenish yourself.”

“Thank you. I would appreciate that.”

When I finished the soup she showed me her bedroom and said I could take a rest. When she closed the door I took off my jacket, t-shirt, track pants and sneakers, leaving just my vest, boxers and socks on. I got on to her soft twin size bed and pulled the quilt over me.

It was autumn. I was a tropical woman in a fucking cold place, and I was lost. I wanted to get out of the small island I came from and see the world, but sometimes I was a bit too adventurous.

She said she would help me get to the waterfall, but as far as I could tell she had no vehicle that could get us there.

She seemed a bit strange to me. This whole thing felt strange. She looked perfectly human, but I felt that there was something more to her. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I thought about how she got her kitchen appliances, her furniture, and pretty much anything, really. There was no store or grocery nearby, no village. There seemed to be nothing in this bursa escort bayan forest except bare trees and maybe an animal here and there. And the way she had looked at me – like she had never seen another human before.

I was already very tired, so I fell asleep in a short space of time.

When I woke up I was on my back, and I felt bare. I tried to move my arms but when I looked to either side of me they were tied to the bedpost. I started to panic internally. Then I heard walking on the wooden floorboards, and I saw my host emerging from a corner of the room. There was an undertone of excitement in her face as she looked at me.

“I didn’t expect this,” I said calmly.

She smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. The excitement in her face was becoming more apparent as she slid her hand from my shoulder to my right breast. She kept her hand on the mound of flesh, gently squeezing it a couple of times.

“I don’t know why I find these so attractive on female humans,” she said. “They’re so soft. Yours is lovely.”

She removed my clothes when I was asleep. I felt self-conscious as she slowly took off the sheet that was covering me, even though I know she had seen everything.

She smiled at me and said “I knew you were coming here. I detected your presence the moment you stepped into this forest. You’ll get to that waterfall, but only after I’ve enjoyed playing with you. It’s not often a pretty young woman in her twenties finds herself lost in my forest.”

She spread my legs open and put herself between them. I felt myself get wet as her beautiful eyes looked down at my female part. She put her thumbs on my crotch and rubbed upwards, slowly until she reached the lips. Her thumb then went to my clit and she starts to rub slowly. I escort bursa whimper as she touches the sensitive bare skin. I turn my head to the side and shut my eyes tight as I feel my clit getting harder. It got so hard that it became painful, but she still rubbed in that slow fashion. But when I felt the warmth and wetness of her tongue I had to give in to climax. I moaned for the length of the orgasm, and when it ended I was breathing heavily.

“I took on the form that would be most pleasing to you,” she said. “I can’t let you see me for what I really am.”

“W-what are you then?” My voice sounded cracked. I was still pretty shaken.

“Humans may call me a witch.”

I gulped.

“I’m not evil dear. Evil is subjective. I just do what I please. Now, I’m going to help you get to the waterfall. You’re going to wake up with my mark. And since I like you, I’ll give you something extra. You seem like you’ll be able to handle it.”

She crawled over to my face and plunged her mouth into mine. Her tongue slowly massaged mine as I felt her energy cross into my body. I felt my consciousness disappearing and the last I saw of her was her light brown eyes staring into mine.

Before I opened my eyes I was hearing the rush of water nearby. I felt myself lying on dirt and I sat up. Before me were the bare trees and the dusk glow. I looked to my left and saw the waterfall I had been searching for. I had to get my thoughts together. My mind tried to determine what was real. Was I dreaming this? Was I still asleep on her bed, and her rubbing me was just one of those sensational dreams? I didn’t want to believe that she was some…witch. What if I had been here for a while and had blacked out because of exhaustion? Then I remembered her saying she would leave a mark…

I felt a tingling on my chest. It wasn’t quite an itch but close. I unzipped the jacket and pulled my t-shirt to reveal what looked like the letter “I” with strokes across it on my left breast.

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