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Some 30 years ago I wrote, with pen and paper, a long history of my gay sexual experiences, from my first sexual fumblings – right up to the day of writing. Then I added events and chapters as they happened for the next ten years or so, ceasing only when time and freedom ran out and then I found out all about computers so I transferred everything into electronic words.

The whole thing was too long and rambling but that didn’t matter because I never intended to publish my sexual autobiography. However, since I hit my 60s, (and now my 70s) I’ve felt that I should really let others partake in some of the fun that I enjoyed.

So I’ve attacked and divided up the story, edited it to the best of my ability, made it more readable and turned it into eight parts for you to read.

The original writing was also very much in my 1980’s/90’s style – comparatively polite and lacking conversation, so I hope that my efforts to liven the stories up meet with your approval.

And the stories are in English from England, so please put up with my British spellings and phraseology.

This therefore is the SEVENTH of those segments of my life – “Mark and me plus Terry again”.

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Before I lost track of Terry, I was having an enjoyably idle period between jobs and I was at my local pub one night when I met a bloke named Mark who came from Sydney in Australia. We began talking and I found that he was taking a year off to tour Britain to explore his roots. He’d come over from Australia with his girlfriend, but she’d had to return about a month previously to continue with her job and he was now touring alone.

He also happened to be looking for somewhere to stay for a few nights while he explored the locality and in exchange for a few notes, a bit of food and a bottle of wine, I was happy to let him stay at my place since there were three bedrooms and just me at home. He seemed to be pleasant enough company and we enjoyed a bar meal together and consumed a fair amount of booze as well.

On that very first night that he stayed, the weather became really cold. It dropped to well below freezing – and it snowed too just to make it feel even colder. Regrettably, in my yet-to-be-improved home I had no central heating and although there were two large gas fires which warmed most of the ground floor they did little to heat up the rest of the house and in my out-of-work situation I wasn’t willing to leave them running all night. I was so unprepared for cold weather that I didn’t even possess a single hot-water bottle and so Mark, who much preferred warmer conditions, retired to bed early muttering rude things about the weather, intending to wrap himself up and get warmer. It really was a chilly night and it wasn’t much later that I too was heading upstairs, removing only my shoes and trousers as I clambered into my double bed.

Soon after I’d snuggled down although still shivering with cold, Mark came into my room, still almost fully dressed, to say that he was absolutely freezing.

“Never knew Britain could get this bloody cold!” he moaned, his arms wrapped around himself, “I’m solid ice.”

“Wish I could do something to help,” I said, feeling the chill myself, “I’ll make you a hot drink if it’ll help warm you…”

“Nah, got enough liquid inside me, thanks,” he said through chattering teeth, “Do you reckon I could come in there with you mate?”

I readily agreed; after all, we were both still wearing our clothes; it was bloody cold and his extra body warmth would help warm the bed. I don’t think that either of us had anything sexual in mind at that moment.

We snuggled up back to back together but so chilled were we that sleep was unwilling to arrive and so we found ourselves chattering quietly.

Mark did most of the talking, telling me about his home and his job in Sydney and about his travels around the globe. He told me how much he missed his girlfriend Wendy and especially his sex life with her and how alone he’d been feeling. He expressed how much he appreciated my company and I told him that he was welcome and that I envied him and also sympathised with him about his loss of his sex life…and then the ice began to break as the subject of sex became dominant.

“At least you can always have a wank,” I said, “Better than nothing!”

“Not so easy to rub one out while you’re travelling around,” he replied, “Anyway I much prefer to have a good fuck. Hah, I haven’t even had that recently though, have I?”

“Why not, are you staying faithful to your girlfriend then?” I asked.

“Nah mate, she’s away and what she doesn’t know about won’t matter!” he said with a chuckle, “Mind you, I haven’t even found anyone to do that with these last few weeks.”

“I guess that’s another problem with travelling,” I agreed, “So how’s your girlfriend going to get on?”

“Bet she’s shagging someone else by now,” he said ruefully.

“Horny sort, was she?” I asked and Mark hummed his reply.

“Mmmmmm, very,” he said, “Always wanting izmit escort bayan me to poke her. Oh fuck, couldn’t half do with screwing her right now; I reckon it’s the best part of three weeks since my last shag!”

“Hard luck,” I sympathised, realising that it was several months since I last had a fuck, “That’s the way it goes sometimes; just have to put up with these things.”

“Guess so,” said Mark with a yawn, “Ought to try to go to sleep; mind if I roll over up against you?”

“No, snuggle up,” I answered, still chilled by the night air, “Just don’t breathe all over the back of my neck!”

We’d made ourselves comfy as we lay in bed and now, with Mark having turned over we became ‘spooned’ together – he was snuggled against my back and gradually we became warmer and warmer. As we did so we began to shed various articles of clothing until we were warm enough to be just wearing our underpants and socks but still we remained close together because even inside the bed it was only mildly comfy.

And then, as Mark wriggled around behind me I felt what just had to be his penis pressing against the cheeks of my arse and immediately my own cock began to rise and stiffen. Almost automatically I gently pressed my arse back at him and as I did so I could feel the growing hardness of his penis against me.

“You ok?” I asked, wanting to break the silence and wanting to find out if he knew what he was doing.

“I still can’t sleep,” he murmured, “Still feel chilly.”

He snuggled closer still and I could feel his cock squashed between us and wanting to give my own erection some freedom I slid it out through the slit in my underpants, stroking my stiff shaft as I did so.

Mark’s chest was now against my back and I could feel his breathing coming faster now as his penis pulsed against my arse and I knew that sex was about to become a reality.

“If you’re still cold, put your arm over me,” I suggested, actually forgetting that my erection was poking out, “It might help a bit.”

“Yeah thanks,” he answered and a moment later his cool hand slid over my hip – and fell down right onto my iron hard cock!

“Oh fuck!” he muttered, but instead of removing his hand, his fingers closed around my penis, gripping me tightly, “Jeeez Chris, that feels so good!”

He let go for a moment and I felt his hand move down between us and a moment or two later I felt the heat of his penis as it slid between my legs, rubbing against my perineum – then his hand returned and grasped my cock again.

“Fuckin’ hell mate, you’re so hard!” he breathed as his hand slid up and down my cock, “You want to play, do you?”

“Mmmmm,” I murmured in reply, “Love to!”

I slid my hand down between my legs and let his penis slide over my palm, feeling the slipperiness of his lubricating knob and the urgency of his need and I knew that we needed to adjust ourselves.

I rolled over onto my back and Mark’s penis slid from it’s nest as he moved too and then I was able to grasp his erection properly as it rose from his groin. In a moment Mark’s hand was back on my cock too, our hands working quietly and steadily for a little while.

“Felt lovely when you pressed your cock against me,” I said quietly, “And when you were hard it felt even better.”

“I couldn’t help it,” he said, vaguely apologetic, “Just being up against your body gave me a hard-on – I didn’t mean it to happen..”

“I’m not complaining and anyway it made me hard too,” I answered.

“So I found out!” Mark said, his hand tightening around my cock, “What d’you want to do now then?”

“Anything!” I said, eager to explore more of his hard penis, “I think I need some release, that’s for sure.”

“Yeah, and me,” he replied, “You’ll get me off, won’t you, please. Make me cum!”

“What else?” I asked as I rolled towards him, “Would you like me to suck you off?”

“Fuck yeah!” he answered eagerly, “No-one’s ever done that to me!”

We moved around and removed our underpants, then I slid down the bed until my chest was resting over his thigh, his cock not far from my face.

“Didn’t your girlfriend ever suck you?” I asked as I blew on his cock.

No, never – and no bloke’s ever been near me before either,” he said, “This is the first time I’ve ever done anything sexual with a bloke.”

“I think you’ll enjoy it,” I said as I stretched forward and grasped his penis, pulling it upright and towards me, “Let me taste you.”

“I think I’ve always wanted to find out what it’s like to have sex with a man,” he said, “It’s quite exciting, isn’t it!”

“And I’ve hardly started!” I said with a chuckle, “Get ready, here I come!”

I let his penis slide through my parted lips and into my mouth and Mark jerked and grunted as the contact thrilled him.

“Ohhh fuck!” he muttered, “That’s fuckin’ good mate!”

I worked at his penis for a while now, tasting his precum as it flowed generously from his tip, savouring the delicious flesh of his quivering cock and loving the izmit eve gelen escort solid feel of his erection in my mouth. I let his knob press against the back of my mouth, feeling the wiriness of his pubes against my nose before I pulled away somewhat because his urgency was going to make him cum all too soon.

Changing tack somewhat I lowered my mouth until I could feel the crinkled hairy skin of his balls, then I sucked each in turn into my mouth, rolling each egg around with my tongue for a while before returning to his cock.

I let it push into my mouth through my tightened lips, causing Mark to gasp with pleasure and causing his cock to gush another taste of precum onto my tongue.

“Oh fuck, I’m getting close,” murmured Mark, “I’ll cum if you carry on.”

“Do you want to?” I asked as I pulled away for a moment, “Do you want to cum in my mouth?”

Not waiting for an answer I buried his cock in my mouth again, now also using my hand on his shaft to stimulate him further until I could feel his body quivering strongly.

“Cum for me!” I said around his penis, “Let it go!”

Mark’s hips were now thrusting his cock up at me, driving it through my fist and my lips with increasing urgency until he froze.

“Ahhh fuck!” he gasped, “Cumming!”

A flood of cum filled my mouth and I swallowed quickly. Another flood refilled my mouth, gushing over my tongue deliciously, then another eruption sent cum overflowing back down his stem. A fourth jet of cum blasted into my mouth and added to the overflow but he was done now and a few moments later I lifted away from his sticky wet penis, to smile at him and to swallow the delicious load of spunk still remaining.

There were several blobs of cum around the base of his cock and I sucked each of them, then licked his cock clean until I was satisfied that he was clear of any remaining spunk, then I moved back up the bed and lay on my back.

“Wow!” Mark said with admiration showing in his face, “That was simply awesome!”

A moment or two later and Mark was rolling and climbing over me until he lay on top of me, face to face. My hard cock was squashed between our bodies but it was Mark’s urgency that needed the most attention.

“Chris, you were fuckin’ brilliant,” he said and a second or two afterwards he brought his head down to mine and kissed me, his warm pliant soft lips pressing firmly against mine. I welcomed him, wrapping my arms around his as we kissed, our tongues now meeting and exploring excitedly. Our bodies worked against each other, pressing and squirming together and it was now that I felt his penis stiffening once again, now sliding up against my own hard-on.

“You want more?” I asked and Mark hummed his approval of the idea.

We squirmed together more energetically now and as we did so, he moved and his hard cock slid down between my legs and suddenly my plans changed. Now, instead of just sucking him again, perhaps I could get him to fuck me!

It certainly felt that I might just be about to get another cock up my arse!

I held his eager penis in my hands to guide it as he rubbed it up and down near my arsehole and I returned his kisses and caresses, lifting up my hips to let him realise that I was willing and ready for fucking.

“Fuck that feels good, so good,” he moaned and I expressed my own feelings.

“You’re so hard,” I murmured, “You really want to unload, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I don’t half need to cum again; I reckon I’ve still got another load in me,” he added, as he thrust his oozing penis against my arse, “Wish I could fuck Wendy right now! Wish I could fuck anyone!”

I knew that I could make something happen – I knew that I could make him fuck me because he was so desperate to cum and would soon be losing control. No way was I going to waste his sperm or merely let the night end with just a wank so I egged him on…

“You really do want a fuck, don’t you Mark?” I said, urging him on, “Wouldn’t you just love to fuck me, eh?”

“Never done a bloke before,” he groaned, his hips moving energetically, “Don’t know if I could.”

“Yes you can. Just imagine your cock shooting all your cum up inside me,” I said as I stroked his rigid penis, “Wouldn’t you’d like to slide your cock up inside my nice tight arse?”

“Ohhh yeahh mate,” moaned Mark, his voice desperate with his need, “Gotta do something! Yeah, go on, let me, please!”

His urgent penis tried to pierce a new arsehole between my legs but I eased him away.

“Hang on; not yet. I’ve got some gel we can use,” I said, “Come on, let me put some on my arse then I’ll let your cock slide inside me…give it a go – it’ll feel really good and sexy. You will, won’t you?”

The tube of KY was in the bedside cabinet as it was always handy for wanking and playing, so I opening my legs wider, smeared some around my hole then spread some over his cock.

We both sucked in deep breaths and Mark spoke for us both.

“Bloody hell, that was izmit otele gelen escort cold!” he said, “You might have warmed it up first!”

“Sorry, wasn’t thinking; had other things on my mind,” I replied, “It warmed quickly though, didn’t it?”

“Yeah, it’s fine now,” said Mark, “I’m all ok and stiff as fuck again.”

“Come on then, put it up me,” I pleaded, “I want to feel you inside me.”

I held his cock, which seemed to grow even harder as I spoke and I felt a gush of precum sliding and oozing from his little hole.

“Yeah, let’s do it, I’m desperate for a fuck, fuckin’ desperate,” he panted, “I’ve got to get my cock in somewhere to make me cum! You want my cum – you can have it mate!”

I guided his cock to my hole and moments later he was pushing hard against my puckered entrance.

He was as aroused as I was and he was so eager that his stiff cock slid straight in and was fully up me in seconds, before I even had time to relax my arsehole properly. Thank heavens for the KY or it would probably have been very painful but it was still enough to make me gasp loudly.

“Ah, sorry mate – just couldn’t wait!” he said, his penis already sliding in and out of my hole.

It only took a little while to get used to having his cock inside me, then things became much better. His cock, though it was very hard and quite long wasn’t massively thick and it slid in and out of my arsehole beautifully as he fucked it up me.

As he penetrated me, he began treating me as if I were his girl, running his hands over my body, kissing and caressing me and all the time sliding his cock in and out of my hole. It wasn’t all that long before he started to speed up his thrusts until he was pounding away at my arse, time after time, faster and harder.

“You getting there?” I asked, loving his urgency, “Is it good?”

I wanted to stimulate him; to make sure he didn’t stop even though he was working hard to stimulate himself by all impressions!

“Yeah, yeah,” he grunted as he thrust, “Feels good – real good!”

“You gonna fill me up then?” I asked as I squeezed my hole tightly around his driving penis.

“Fuckin right mate,” he replied, “Won’t be fuckin’ long either!”

“Come on then, do it when you’re ready!” I encouraged him, “Fuck me, fuck me hard – cum in me!”

“Oooh, yeah – oooh yesss, oooh fuck!” he cried, “I’m going to fill you, oooh fuck, I’m going to cum! Ahhhh yes, here it cums!”

Then I felt him stiffen and hold still for a moment and then I could feel his body throbbing as he came – his spunk shooting out all hot and gushing inside my arse and Mark grunted each time another pulse of spunk erupted.

After he’d unloaded we stayed coupled for a while, kissing and caressing each other as he continued to languidly move his cock in and out of my wet hole. Gradually his penis grew, stiffened and became erect once more and I realised that he was still horny.

“You don’t want to do it again do you?” I asked in surprise, feeling the non-stop stiffness of his penis inside me.

“Shit yeah, that was good,” he answered, his hips already at work, “Yeah, once more mate.”

This time it took longer for him to climax and already penetrated and lubricated by the KY and his spunk it was much better for me and I was able to bring myself to a strong orgasm just as he came again.

For the second time I felt his sperm jetting into me just as my spunk shot out over his hand and mine as we both held and wanked my straining cock.

Still horny, we separated, cleaned up and lay together in the bed, both gently played with each others cocks until they were stiff and eager yet again and this time we simply wanked each other until we both had another orgasm. I caught his fourth load of spunk in my hand and then swallowed it…and then to my surprise he scooped a big blob of mine from my chest and swallowed it too.

“Had to try it mate,” he said, then tired, knackered and replete, we went to sleep, side by side, warm, tired, satisfied and emptied.

In the morning we slept until late, then rose and peed together before heading downstairs where we stood around in the spacious kitchen with the gas fire on full blast and gazed out at the snowy scenery. I was in just my short silk dressing gown, my slippers and no underwear while he had on his shorts and t-shirt and both of us still had our socks on too – it wasn’t that warm, even in front of the fire.

As we drank our coffee, we chatted about the events of the night.

“So what happened then; your frustration got the better of you, did it?” I asked, fluttering my eyelashes like a tart, “Or couldn’t you resist me?”

“I dunno what it was Chris,” he said, chuckling at me as he drank deeply from his mug, “I was a bit pissed, I was frustrated and it just happened, didn’t it.”

“You weren’t pissed – you didn’t drink all that much,” I said, “You just wanted me for my body, didn’t you!”

We both laughed and drank our coffee.

“Are you gay then?” he asked as we refilled our mugs but I shook my head.

“No, I swing both ways,” I said, “Open to more or less anything, that’s me!”

“Certainly open to me, weren’t you!” he added with a smile, “Hot stuff, mate!”

“Any regrets?” I asked, not really expecting him to have any.

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Chapter 5 found Josh and Brian getting closer than they ever thought they would. In Chapter 6, Brian finds himself sharing more than just a jerk off session with his best bud.

***

After an arduous day at the office, I shuffled off to the grocery store for frozen food. Exhausted, I had no intention of doing much of anything tonight. And although Josh was staying with me, I hoped he’d had plans with the fan he mentioned.

Somewhat of a nude cam star, Josh somehow reeled me in to show business. I couldn’t get the images out of my head. We jacked each other off. He licked my cock. He swallowed my cum. Sure, he owed me for the time I swallowed his cum when we were 18. But my ideal friendship with another straight dude doesn’t entail mutual masturbation and cum eating in front of a thousand people. He seemed unaffected by it. And I can’t stop worrying that I’ve turned some left corner towards eternal gayness.

From my parked car I looked up at my apartment window and shook off my doubts. I grabbed the groceries and walked up the stairs. I reminded myself that last night was okay. It was just a one-time thing. Josh is an openly honest guy. He’s not gay. He couldn’t be. If he was gay for doing what he did last night, then I would most certainly have to be gay for having a dude suck my cock and eat my ass for months running.

I inserted the key into the lock and turned, shifted the grocery bag from one hand to the other to turn the knob. Josh has that effect on people, I thought. He can get anyone to do whatever he wants. His unadulterated excitement over things is impossible to say no to, even if it means you’ve ended up with your hand around his enormous cock and don’t hate it.

I opened the door. I froze. The grocery bag dropped.

“Oh my fucking god. You faggot slut. You’re amazing,” Josh growled through gritted teeth.

Josh was shirtless. He was pantsless as well, but I couldn’t see his enormous cock. I couldn’t see his enormous cock because it was buried all the way down Mark’s throat.

“What the fuck?” I murmured, unsure how I felt. A pang of jealousy hit my stomach, but my cock jerked at the sight. Mark was completely nude, on his knees, between which his long cock point up and out. I saw half of Mark’s face beyond Josh’s thigh. His eye was bloodshot, his cheek covered in tears, his jaw was unhinged. Josh’s cock was so thick Mark’s pink lips looked like they could rip.

Josh pulled his saliva-drenched cock out of Mark’s throat. Ropes of spit hung from Mark’s face, now in full view. He smiled. His elastic mouth bore a huge grin.

“Sorry, man. I guess this is your slut,” Josh heaved with an emphasis on your. Mark remained on his knees and rubbed his cock while the two straight men whose dicks he’d had in his mouth talked.

“Yeah, no, I mean, he’s a friend of mine,” I stammered.

Josh’s devilish grin and brow turned downward in a sudden moment of remorse.

“Well of course he is,” Josh apologetically agreed. He was nude with a raging, but remorseful erection. “Mark was the fan who wanted to meet up and hang out with me. I didn’t want to say anything. I didn’t want to weird you out.”

I looked at Mark. In addition to his own, he started jacking off Josh’s cock while Josh spoke. Although my arrival interrupted them, it looked as if they had no intention of stopping. Their audacity to continue in my own living room even though I was now home left me feeling envious…and undeniably turned on. My cock, although not completely erect, fattened in my jeans.

“I told him that you and I are friends,” Mark finally spoke up, “but that I also give you weekly blow jobs…as a friend.” Sheepishly, he licked and lightly sucked the head of Josh’s cock.

“When he told me that I thought, ‘Wow, if a dude like Mark is into getting a blow job from a guy it must be a good one,'” Josh attempted to flatter me.

I stood flabbergasted. Josh’s hands were free but Mark was sucking his cock again. My mind blanked. What could I say? Josh registered my expression of surprise.

“Dude, look,” Josh cautiously began to propose, “Mark is here already. He’s sucking my cock already. He’s fucking amazing at it. You know it. And now I know it.”

I waited, subconsciously sure of where this was going.

“Neither of us are gay, but all of us knows what feels good,” Josh said, subtly thrusting his pelvis nearer to Mark’s face, cock in mouth. “You already had to miss out on one blow job this week. Why miss another?”

My cock hardened. Although I jacked off the night before, jacking off never feels the same, even if someone is swallowing my cum like Josh had. Ignored the fact that Josh knew about the most secret part of my life.

“Besides, I don’t want to feel like I’m taking your cocksucker from you,” Josh continued. “I want it to feel like you’re sharing him with me. And I’d prefer not to be the only straight dude in the room doing gay shit,” Josh said, half joking. Mark continued to suck his cock.

Josh finally made escort izmit sense. I kept Mark’s mouth a secret for months. I kept my fooling around with another guy a secret for months. The complexity of how my sexuality was expressing itself had become a burden, but now there was someone else like me: Josh. A straight man who understood the value of a good cocksucker, gender be damned. I wasn’t the only straight guy who knew Mark had an incredible talent that couldn’t go unwasted.

I threw my pants to the floor. I ignored all hesitations from before. I craved a mouth again. Honestly, if it were a girl sucking mine and Josh’s cocks, I wouldn’t care one iota about Josh being there. So, fuck it.

“Fuck yeah, dude,” Josh encouraged, “Get your hot cock over here for this faggot’s thirsty mouth.”

I took off my shirt as I walked over to Mark, my dick swinging side to side as it point upward. Josh grabbed my cock to pull me in closer. No matter how much I justified this encounter, moments like these would still feel weird. I never got the hang of staying completely in the moment when messing around with my friends who are dudes, but I did learn to accept it as a presence in my sex life.

“You trained him well. He has no gag reflex,” Josh said as he pulled Mark violently into his pelvis with his free hand, the other jacking my cock. Just as quickly as Mark took the massive length and girth of Josh’s dick, Josh pulled him off. Mark gasped for air. Josh’s hand maintained its grip on Mark’s buzzed head. With the might of his long, skinny arm, Josh quickly guided Mark’s mouth to my dick, keeping his hand on my cock as long as he could. Mark, pushed by Josh’s hand on his head, waddled on his knees to me. In a millisecond he took my length.

Josh’s face bore a snarled smile. His enthusiasm to use Mark the Cocksucker admittedly turned me on. It was validation. It was Josh’s trademark enthusiasm that I had wanted to exhibit myself all of these Sundays.

“He’s an amazing cocksucker. Don’t you think?” Josh asked, using his hand to compose Mark’s facefucking rhythm against my body. Josh looked at me as if he was waiting for a response.

I hesitated before forcing through gritted teeth, “Fuck yeah. Best faggot of the year.” My fists clenched and my heels dug into the ground. Mark was so good and this odd encounter was energizing. Adrenaline coursed through my veins and I felt the aggression one only gets when something feels so good you barely keep from hurting it.

Josh moved nearer to me and grabbed Mark’s chin to pull him away. His head turned sideways from his body, Josh squared Mark’s mouth on his cock and forced Mark to swallow it whole. Mark’s cock leaked pre-cum.

“I knew gay dudes craved cock, obviously,” Josh began. He held Mark’s head down on his cock. Josh remained still while Mark squirmed to keep the thickness and length in his esophagus. “But this guy is next-level. That’s why he’s a faggot,” Josh continued as he reached out to stroke my saliva-soaked cock.

“I mean, he’s like a pornstar. But a rare porn star, dude. Like a fucking unicorn,” Josh said, looking me in the eyes, then at my cock, then at Mark. He looked at me again.

“Oh, is this weird? I just feel indebted to you,” Josh said, gestuering with his eyes towards the gurgling, squirming Mark. “This feels like a good a way as any to thank you,” Josh said, alluding to his hand on my cock. Mark was beginning to squirm for air. “For being cool as fuck.”

“Thank you,” I said, guessing it was the right thing to say in this strange, almost fictional moment of my life. Josh was far more vocal than I. But the noise was a welcome change to the routine.

Josh lifted Mark off of his cock. He let Mark gasp a few times for air before taking his long index, middle, and ring fingers of his free hand and shoving them into Mark’s mouth and down his throat. He hooked his thumb and pinky on either side of Mark’s cheeks. With tiny thrusts he fucked Mark’s throat with his fingers.

“I mean, look at this. Does this look like something just anyone can do?” Josh showed off what his gargling new toy could do while stroking me.

Josh removed his fingers, soaked in the thick saliva of the back-of-the-throat. “Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked Mark.

Gasping and coughing Mark wheezed, “Every fucking moment. I never want this to end.” Mark’s torso still faced me while Josh realigned his face to pay attention to my cock again. Josh let go of my cock and shoved Mark’s mouth onto it again. Relieved to get back to the familiarity of Mark’s mouth, I took his head in my hands and fucked his throat the way I like.

“I wonder if his throat is the only loose part of Mark,” Josh thought out loud.

I thought nothing of what Josh had just said. He got behind Mark. I saw his huge dick graze Mark’s back. He bent down. Mark moaned on my cock as I thrust.

Confused, I shoved my cock down Mark’s throat until his chin pressed into my ball sack. “Stay,” I said. I leaned over Mark’s head, my stomach izmit escort covering the crown his buzzed head, to see what Josh was doing to make Mark moan. Deep down, I knew, but I was curious to see it in action.

Although his hand was invisible to me, it was clear Josh was fingering Mark, who was still moaning with the entirety of my cock in his mouth. Josh looked up at me.

“Dude, he’s really loose. Only one finger,” Josh said with a serious expression, as if Josh and I were studying Mark as an experiment. We were gauging his tolerance like a lab rat. Two scientists, new to this particular field of study, finding our bearings, testing our specimen.

“Try two,” I encouraged him. Although there was little room, I tried pushing Mark’s head into my body further, hoping to get a clearer picture. Mark, sitting on his ankles, moaned and spread his feet further apart.

“Still loose,” said Josh, whose forearm moved up and down more quickly. His skinny bicep flexing in rhythm.

“Three?” I asked, a hint of surprise on my breath. Josh smiled. Mark moaned loudly and apparently out of pleasure as he pushed his body down onto Josh’s fingers. I had never played with Mark’s ass and although I was glad to have Josh there to take the plunge, I couldn’t help but think about how much gayer this encounter was getting. Gayer than any Mark and I had before, and getting gayer by the minute.

Truth be told, it was nice to have a straight buddy there with me, especially one whose curiosity was enthusiastic, without hesitation and embarrassment that I had initially felt. Josh and I were on the same team, both discovering the rules of a new game in which our opponent tested our limits.

“That’s it,” Josh said, as if he had made a groundbreaking scientific discovery. Josh’s three fingers furiously pumped Mark’s ass. I thought about Josh and those same fingers in a pussy trying to make a girl squirt. Women was clearly all he’d known until now. I resumed upright posture and fucked Mark’s face as his constant moaning was dictated by Josh’s three-finger fucking. Mark’s pre-cum stained the carpet.

Josh took his three fingers out of Mark’s ass. He stood up, perpendicular to me and Mark. With his other hand he interrupted our throatfucking and pulled Mark off of my cock. Mark looked over his shoulder under the direction of Josh’s grip as I used Mark’s saliva to jack myself off.

“More lube,” Josh said.

They hadn’t used lube, I recalled. Only Mark’s saliva. I was about to get lube for them until I saw Mark turned his body, took Josh’s hand, and shove those three long fingers into his mouth.

Josh guffawed, his eyes wide and brow high. “Dude, do you see this? He’s fucking nasty as fuck. Nasty. Fucking. Faggot.”

I said nothing. I couldn’t speak. This went from sharing a toy with my bud to what felt like being in a porno. Flabbergasted and uncontrollably turned on, I almost blew my load as Josh once again jacked me off with his available palm.

“Do you like the taste of your ass?” Josh asked. A question I never thought I’d hear outside some orgeatic anal scene online, where women go back and forth between riding thick cocks and deepthroating them. I’d spent countless hours watching those videos and here it was happening in real life. Albeit, without one important anatomical part.

Josh was playing the part now. He was an actor in this confusingly hot porn. “How does your pussy taste?”

“I love the way my pussy tastes,” Mark said after he pulled off of Josh’s hand. “Can I taste more of it?”

The three of us began a pattern wherein Josh would bend down behind Mark and violently three-finger fuck his ass while Mark choked on my cock. Josh would stand up, say, “More lube,” and Mark would suck on his fingers, savoring them.

At one point Josh and I, both worked up by Mark’s submission, high-fived each other, at which all three of us laughed.

Mark pulled off of my cock as Josh stood up. “Fuck me,” he said.

Josh and I looked at each other, both expressionless.

“No,” Josh said, maintaining his dominating roleplay. I saw past the facade that Josh wasn’t ready for that step. I couldn’t blame him. Mark and I had been fooling around for months and although the thought of fucking Mark had crossed my mind in occasional jack off sessions, I still hadn’t ever felt the desire in person. I learned to never say never, but I didn’t see it happening in the future. And neither did Josh.

“Think you can fit both of us in your mouth?” Josh asked Mark, wrapping one arm behind my back, hooking his hand on my hip and pulling me in so that our thighs touched.

Unfazed by the blunt denial, Mark grabbed each of our cocks, drawing them together and towards his mouth. My cock, smaller in comparison to Josh’s, was now touching his. Watching DP videos was hot, but the idea of sharing a vagina with another dude at the same time had been such a turn off. I was now sharing the same mouth with a guy and, to be perfectly honest, it didn’t izmit kendi evi olan escort feel weird in the slightest. The sensation wasn’t as strong as I thought. It was the act of sharing a mouth that was hot.

Mark tried with all of his might to fit both mine and Josh’s cocks in his mouth. After a few very toothy attempts, he gave up, instead furiously trading off between sucking my cock, then Josh’s. Josh kept his arm around my waist until I flung mine around his. He lowered his palm until it was on my far asscheek. At this point I stopped caring about Josh’s curiosity-fueled touches. The touchy feely side of Josh was a part of his personality, sexual or otherwise. Why fight it?

I put my hand on his asscheek and playfully squeezed it. He returned the squeeze. We looked at each other and laughed, then back down at Mark’s marathon sucking. He deepthroated mine, then deepthroated Josh’s, and repeated. Without looking at me, Josh inched his hand towards my ass crack. He spread his palm across my ass, running his middle finger along my hairy crevice. He reached the bulk of my bubble cheeks and searched from my hole with his finger.

I didn’t want a finger in there. A tongue was the only thing that had come near my ass, and that tongue belonged to my cocksucker. I was in no mood for my friend’s finger in my ass. Hesitant to scare him off, or point out this very gay interaction in the company of Mark, I said nothing, hoping he wouldn’t go so far as to stick anything inside of me.

Josh waded through the forest of dark hair until his finger got my soft, fleshy opening. There he left his finger, lightly pressing it against my hole. I exhaled while he and I intently stared at Mark, openly ignoring what was going on behind our backs.

Mark continued his double dick worship. Josh’s breath sped up as his finger applied more pressure on my asshole. Mark deepthroated Josh.

“I’m gonna cum,” Josh squeaked.

Josh’s announcement surprised me. Having his finger on his best friend’s asshole (his straight friend, mind you) and getting his dick deepthroated by a fag was something that got him off. Mark rammed his nose into Josh’s pelvis a few times before pulling back enough to have Josh’s head and then some. I knew that Mark wanted to taste Josh’s cum.

Josh threw his head back. I felt his asscheek clench in my hand. The sight of Josh’s cock, now visibly pumping cum into Mark, who was collecting the cum in his mouth, was too much. Finally someone else knew how great Mark was. I felt like I wasn’t insane or alone and that I had done good in this world. I was sharing pure joy that I had felt for so long.

As Josh unloaded I felt my own orgasm coming. Then it happened. In the throes of a long, intense ejaculation, Josh unconsciously pressed so forcefully against my hole that one knuckle ended up among the walls of my anus. The sting was painful; the vulnerable feeling of opening up to someone or something else was liberating in a sense. As if a wall had come down for a moment. A moment long enough for the sheer surprise of his finger and scene in front of my to make me blow.

While Mark took Josh’s load I exploded in Mark’s hand. The ropes of cum landed on his face and on Josh’s dick. My hole locked down Josh’s finger like bear trap. My hand unconsciously squeezed Josh’s clenched cheek. Mark hurriedly moved from Josh’s cock to mine. He hung his mouth open while I continued to cum. Some of my cum added to the pool of whiteness in Mark’s mouth, his tongue the invisible white ocean floor painted by Josh.

As I slowed, reality set in again. I lowered my hand from Josh’s ass and waist, but Josh’s finger remained in my ass. My cum was on Josh’s cock. Mark’s mouth nearly overflowed with cum.

“Swallow,” Josh said.

Mark looked up at Josh, then at me. He closed his mouth and gulped dramatically. He opened his mouth again to show what a good job he’d done. Mark returned his attention to Josh’s cock, licking my cum off of it and squeezing Josh of the last drops. He smacked his lips, then turned to me to do the same. Josh wiggled his finger in my ass. Neither of us had looked each other in the eye since his finger first began its journey. I nudged him. It wasn’t turning me on any more.

Josh took his finger out of my ass. With his other hand he grabbed Mark’s head, mouth agape, and shoved his finger down Mark’s throat. Mark’s second ass-to-mouth. Mark looked at me. I tried to hide my surprise. My cock stopped shrinking. Mark winked at me. My cock was not done. And apparently neither was Josh’s.

Josh yanked Mark on his feet and kissed him. Josh kissed Mark. Tongue and all. The naughtiest mouth in the room and Josh was full-on making out.

“Yep. Tastes like a faggot’s mouth,” Josh said, pushing Mark away. Josh had just executed another curiosity and didn’t appear too impressed. Kissing dudes was probably not going to be his thing.

I fell onto the couch. Josh laid down on the floor, his legs and arms spread like a horizontal da Vinci sketch. Our cocks were semi-hard. The three of us caught our breath.

Mark sat cross legged in between Josh’s feet. I watched Mark jack off. He appeared unsure if the night was going to continue, alternating between fast pumps and slow glides.

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In the first part of this story I had narrated how I came to make love to Minu, my elder brother’s wife. The first part I wrote in the third person. This time I make it a first person narrative. I left the story incomplete. I now relate the rest of it. I had told you the interesting things that happened when I accompanied my sister-in-law in a bus to Mysore from Chennai. Late in the evening owing to bus breakdown we had to sleep in the veranda of a rest house. It was cold, and we had to cuddle because we had not packed warm clothing. My sexual desires were aroused when I lay hugging my sister-in-law. She was affected too for she persuaded me to have sex with her in the middle of the crowd of sleepers. On our way back we made love again in the night bus. My sister-in-law said she had always wanted to have sex with me so that she can have a baby that her husband seems unable to provide.

For a fortnight after our return we had many relatives staying with us so I could not have any time alone with my Anni (elder brother’s wife in my Tamil language). On the day they left I came home early from office. I knew my brother was away, and my parents were off to a wedding in another part of the city.

Anni opened the door when I rang the bell. She smiled, and by a wave of her hand asked me to go to her room. She followed me in and we hugged and kissed.

“Nandu darling I am missing you horribly. Say sweet things to me,” she said. “What you spoke to me that day in the bus as we were making love is always ringing in my ears.” I remember what I did that day. Nothing remarkable; I gave a running commentary of what we did to each other. I found it very erotic, and so apparently had my Anni.

I did the same now. I hugged her and holding her head close to my chest I spoke. “Minu dear I am yearning to play with your breasts. I am excited to see you undo your blouse and bra so that your Nandu can play with them. How soft they are darling. How tight are the tits, ready to receive my lips. I hope soon they would be full of milk, and when our baby’s stomach is full I can clean up what remains. I will now rehearse for the day I would be doing that.” I had to stop, and as I caught her tit in my lips I could feel my Minu shudder. Soon she was chirping and chuckling like a nestling, and then she was lifting up her legs and spreading them. She was pulling my head down. I was able to resume my commentary.

‘Your thighs are so smooth. Now I can see he centre of the izmit escort universe approaching. Now I see it, your divine pussy. Smooth and shiny. Your Nandu likes it smooth. Did you shave today for him? How I love it. As I pass my hand up and down the cleft I am tingling. The inner lip is so leaf like, and Ah! your clit. It is hiding under the hood. Now it is coming out, and now it is out inviting my lips. How wet you are darling. You are pouring. Lie down darling I know you are ready for a lick. How wonderful it is to lick you.”

I licked till she screamed a muffled scream, and then I got on top of her. “How soft is your hand as it holds my cock. So deftly you insert. Now I am in. Yes I’ll go as deep as I can. You are nearing the climax, so am I my sweetest darling. I am fucking my Anni. Speak loudly my darling so that the whole house can hear. ‘My brother-in-law is fucking me.’ Say that again and again as we climax.” We climaxed and Minu did say what I wanted her to say loud and clear. We lay exhausted.

A week later as I was passing her in a passage Minu showed two fingers. I did not know what it meant. The next day she showed three fingers and gave the thumbs up sign. Now I knew. She was missing her periods.

The news that she was pregnant created a furor in our home. My brother was strutting about as if he had achieved the impossible. My mother took over Minu so completely that I could hardly have a word with her. Soon her parents came and took her away as per custom. She would be back only three months after delivery. I spent my days and nights thinking about her. There was no way I could see her for she was in distant Madhurai, deep in the south.

One morning my brother, who had returned from his father-in-law’s place a few hours earlier, told me to take some pickles that mother had made especially for the daughter-in-law. You can see Minu too. She wants to see you. I was thrilled. I went two days later. When I went there I knew the reason why my brother wanted me to visit Madhurai. Minu has a cousin, an uncle’s daughter, whom they were trying to fix for me. She was also visiting her aunt. One day I was with this girl and Minu when Anni asked me if I would like to feel the child kicking in the womb. I said I would love to. Thereupon she exposed her abdomen and that girl and I took turns feeling the movement. I did feel something, but I was not sure whether it was movement or it was just my imagination. The girl left as if she had work yahya kaptan escort in the kitchen. It was to give Minu a chance of finding out what my intentions were regarding that girl.

“You like her,” she asked.

“Not in any special way,” I said.

“Pretty, isn’t she?”

“Quite.”

“Good figure.”

“I prefer yours.”

“I am always available. Please remember that after this baby we have to work for another. Please don’t think that your duties to me would be over once you get married. You have to marry anyway, the sooner the better, and what better girl than Shamu.”

“I am not thinking of other women Anni,” I said, “for me you are the only woman.”

Minu delivered a boy baby. I saw photographs of it. My brother announced that the baby was a spitting image of himself. My father and mother went all the way to Madhurai to see their first grandchild. My mother said that the baby resembles her husband, and I presume that the other grandmother would have said the same thing of her husband. I saw photographs of the baby. It had a flat nose, large eyes and was totally bald. I hope I did not resemble him.

Minu returned with the baby three months after delivery. The baby’s face was now in better shape. The nose was not that flat and there was some hair on the head. My father ordered me to another room, a smaller one upstairs. The baby’s needs were paramount. I had to wait of an opportunity to see Minu alone by herself in the house. The combination of my parents being away and my brother going on one of his business trips were not as common as they used to be. But two months after her return it happened. I came early from office. I went straight to my room and changed to fresh clothes. I did not want my street clothes to contaminate the baby’s room.

“I expected you to come straight here,” said Minu. I explained, and she was happy I was so thoughtful for the baby’s well being. We hugged and kissed. I carried the baby. He smiled. It was so sweet to see him smile.

“He resembles you,” said Minu.

“May be, but to me all babies seem to have the same face.” She laughed.

“His feeding time is slightly overshot. I wanted to feed him when you are watching. She took the baby and put it on her lap. She unbuttoned her blouse and took out a breast. It was much bigger than what it was when I saw it last. The nipple was fuller too. The little fellow eagerly caught one tit and munched on gebze escort it. He was not sucking. He was munching like a toothless man chewing pan. It was lovely to watch the baby feed. I sucked his mother differently. I folded my lips on my teeth and bit on the nipple. He did not have to do that for he had no teeth.

Minu changed to the other nipple after a while. Soon he was full.

“Burp him,” she said. I lifted him up and tapped him on the back. He burped massively, almost like a beer drinker.

“He burps better when his father holds him,” said Minu. I turned towards Minu when she said that. Our eyes came into contact and she smiled and put out her hand. I held her hand and squeezed it. We felt very close to each other. She placed the baby on the cradle. Soon he was asleep. Minu hugged me and made me lie on the cot. She placed my head on her lap and thrust her breast forward. I caught hold of the tit between my lips. I did not have the little fellow’s technique for very little milk came into my mouth. I did not like the taste of human milk.

We then had sex. She had a moderate orgasm. I then went to prepare coffee for myself and Minu. We drank and then we fucked again. From then on whenever we got the opportunity we had it. I knew our luck would not last. Sooner or later my parents and my bother may start suspecting. I shuddered when I thought of that. But I was helpless.

Meanwhile the pressure for me to get married was increasing. My father and mother could not understand why I was refusing very good offers. My brother was more astute, for after all he is a very good business man. One day during lunch the discussion was again about my reluctance to get married.

“I don’t know what he wants,” said mother.

“I know,” said my brother. He paused. Everyone turned in his direction. “He wants someone very like Minu.” I looked up. He was staring at his plate with strange concentration. I darted a sideward glance at Minu. There was a look akin to terror in her eyes. They apparently had a talk about my liking for her. How much he knew I cannot say, but he knew more than was good for our family. I had to go. I got a job in a gulf state and was preparing to leave. I got a chance to talk to Minu. We were sad, but both of us understood that it is in the best interest of every one for me to go away. I left within a month. My family meant more to me than anything else. For their sake I would do that and more.

I am now in Dubai. I know my problem and I have to live with it. I am a monogamist. I never even think of any woman other than Minu. She is the only one in my thoughts, and the only one in my fantasies. The tragedy is that the only girl I can love is another man’s wife.

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I have always enjoyed being naked. I love the freedom of it but also the vulnerability. Once I get home from work I often strip off and just go about my evening routine.

Sometimes I also like to wear women’s underwear like stockings, crotchless panties or one of my favourite things, an all in one lace body suit with attached lace stockings, it feels so nice on my skin and I love the fact my cock and bum are fully exposed.

I live on the first floor of a converted house, my living room is actually at the rear of the house and has a small balcony with access to a fire escape. From there I can see into my neighbours kitchen on the ground floor, both of our gardens and the trees beyond. Thankfully I have one of the few flats that has no onlooking houses adjacent. Due to this, when I’m on my balcony I can’t be seen by anyone, except my neighbour.

My neighbour, John, is a very friendly guy who, like me, lives alone. He is a fair bit older than me, in his early 60s. I speak to him often and sometimes even go round his house to help him move things like heavy furniture. I’ve even helped him build some ikea wardrobes before. I don’t mind at all and I always get treated to some stories of his travels when he was younger or about some of the many and varied jobs he has had over the years, which include being a high school teacher and a fireman.

He is fairly good looking, certainly young looking and I remember being visibly shocked when he told me his age a few years ago.

I have always been curious about male on male sexual experiences but have never acted on those thoughts. When I get dressed up I often fantasise about being very feminine for some strapping young man, being taken in his strong arms and having my body explored by his roaming hands.

Well, in the last few weeks my lack of bisexual experiences has taken a turn for the better, and I have John to thank for that.

Walking around my flat and generally being naked is a regular occurrence as I’ve mentioned, but I always keep the curtains closed. As you can imagine it gets quite gloomy during the day, but as it’s been so nice out recently I have decided to start leaving the curtains for the balcony open, it was nice to get some daylight into my flat for a change.

It was a hot summer morning about two weeks ago. I had been up just long enough to have breakfast and think briefly about the day ahead. As I entered my living room still naked from the night before, I walked over to the balcony door and opened it. I was greeted with the most intense smell of freshly cut grass being carried by the gentle summer breeze. I didn’t see John in his garden so I stepped out onto the balcony and stayed there for a while, leaning against the railing and taking in the view of all the lush greenery that surrounded me.

John is a very keen gardener and is out there a lot of the time tending to his plants, doing the weeding and what not. I stood there admiring his handy work; there were lots of wonderful flowers of varying colours everywhere. I became aware of my morning hard on twitching away, tapping against one of the upright railings. Without thinking I reached down and gave it a few strokes. I loved having my naked skin bathed in the hot sunlight and was really just turned on by life at that moment.

It was then I glanced down to John’s kitchen window, that’s when I saw him standing there staring back up at me. When he saw me looking he just stood there and gave me the biggest smile, it was a gift of his that smile. It could make you feel warm and at ease in an instant and was another reason I didn’t mind helping him out. It was then I realised I was still slowly stroking myself, I was squeezing harder as well, a drop of pre-cum forming a bead at my tip. I just stood there and smiled back, feeling a little nervous but not wanting to move.

He was only there for a few seconds after we met eyes but it felt much longer, he then walked out of the kitchen into some other part of his house and out of my view. My heart was beating pretty hard at this point and the thrill of what had just happened bursa escort was making my balls ache for the sweet release of orgasm. I let go knowing that I would cum there and then if I didn’t. I often do this to myself, get my cock rock hard, stroke it to within seconds of erupting then take my hand away, let it twitch and beg for release in the air, then watch it go soft and limp knowing it wasn’t going to get what it wanted. It can be a difficult thing to do but after a week or so of doing it you will have the most amazing orgasm, especially if you give yourself some prostate stimulation at the same time.

I sat on my bed then lay back, my body warmed through as the hot summer rays shone on my naked flesh. My excitement for the morning was over, I did wonder what John had thought about what he saw and whether it turned him on or not. Although I wasn’t worried he might have been disgusted by it because of his lovely smile. Anyway, I had stuff to do that day so got on with various chores around the flat and spent some time on the laptop, momentarily forgetting about what had just taken place. Around mid-afternoon I could hear some noises coming from the garden, I took a quick look from my desk and saw John was out there repotting some plants at his table.

As soon as I saw him the memory of that morning came flooding back and I knew I wanted him to see me again, to feel his eyes on me.

I decided I would quite like to talk to him while I was naked. He always had time to chat to me and we would often talk to each other like this, me being on the balcony and him in his garden, except never while one of us was naked.

I could feel my heart beating quicker as I gathered the courage to do it, I got up from my chair and walked over to the open balcony door, I have a piece of carpet that I put on the hard metal floor of the balcony so I can go out there without socks on, I grabbed that and put it in position, I stood close to the edge making sure he had a good view of my cock from between the rails.

I took a deep breath, then said, “hi John.”

He looked up at me, the afternoon sun making my skin glow and highlighting my cock, that was slowly engorging itself for him.

“Oh hey Mark, how are you?” He didn’t take his eyes off me for a second, I could see him looking all over my body, from head to toe and back again.

“Just enjoying this hot weather we’ve been blessed with,” I then said, “I hope you don’t mind, but I much prefer being like this when it’s warm, far too hot for clothes don’t you think?”

This was it, his answer to this question would tell me everything I needed to know about the situation and how far I could take it. At this point, in case you’ve not realised, I wanted him. Badly!

“Absolutely,” he smile again, “Wish I could do the same, you’re ok up there hidden away from the world, I’m on display for all to see out here,” we both chuckled.

“I’m not hidden away from everyone,” I said.

“Well, I don’t count,” he replied.

“Why not?” I asked him, wondering what he meant.

“Because I’m enjoying the view.”

“Oh really?” I said.

“If I wasn’t I would have run into the house by now and probably called the police,” he gave out a hearty laugh at that thought, which in turn made me laugh too.

“I guess you would… So this morning,” I said, trying to find the words, “how long were you standing there for?”

He told me he heard me step out onto the balcony and was just admiring the view. He was there the whole time, watching me stroke.

“Why did you go?” I asked.

“It became all too much for me, if you catch my drift?” He winked, “I had to take care of something.”

We both chuckled again, ” Oh right,” I said, winking back at him.

He stood up and walked a bit closer to my balcony, he was now out of view from anyone that could have potential spotted him. He looked up and by this time my cock was standing high and hard for John’s attention. I saw him lick his lips and he said in a very low voice, “You look incredible Mark, you really do.”

Wth bursa escort bayan my heart pounding as he stood below me watching me closely. My hand gripped my cock and I started to gently stroke it for him.

“There’s a good boy,” he said.

“I’ve not cum all week,” I told him.

“Oh well, you’re certainly due one then aren’t you,” He replied smiling.

“Can I show you something?” I was feeling a little more brave.

“You can show me anything you wish and I’m sure I will love it,” he said softly.

I quickly went to my bedside draw and took out a large butt plug and a tub of lube then went back in the living room and out onto the balcony.

“If I haven’t cum for this long I usually use this to make it feel more intense,” I said, holding up the plug for him to see.

“Oh Mark, you are such a naughty boy,” he feigned outrage, “well, who am I to stand in the way of your enjoyment. Just do me a favour.”

“What?” I replied a little nervously.

“Turn around so I can see you put it in,” There was real lust in his eyes as he looked at me, I can’t remember the last time I was this turned on.

“I’ll only do it if you’re hard for me, John,” I said.

“Oh I’m hard, trust me,”

“Show me,” I begged.

He undid the zip of his shorts and reached into his boxers, then pulled out his rather large slab of meat. It was bouncing in the summer breeze, it looked so kissable, I must have instinctively licked my lips because he then said, “Looks tasty, yes?”

“Oh yes,” I whispered to him so he could just about hear me.

Our garden fence has a gap in it where it almost reaches the building but not quite, if you wanted to you could squeeze through without much problem. And that’s exactly what John did, the next thing I knew he was in my garden almost directly below me, looking up with his large throbbing cock in his hand.

“Are they home?” He pointed to my downstairs neighbours.

“No, they’re away this weekend,” I said.

“Perfect,” he replied, “I can get a better view of you putting that thing in from down here.”

He walked a little further into my garden so he could see me better. I was yearning for his gaze on me as I plugged myself. I wanted him to see it in as much detail as possible, so rather than do it standing up I turned around and got on all fours. I moved my bum back so I could feel the railings on either side on my hole, hard against each cheek. As I pushed back into the railings they had the effect of prising me open and exposing my eager hole for him.

“Oh my god, Mark. That’s an incredible sight,” he said.

He could easily have walked up the fire escape and had his hands all over me within seconds but he just stood there looking at me with such intensity. I was glad he didn’t make a move, as much as I wanted to feel him explore me I was enjoying the voyeuristic nature of our very first sexual encounter.

I opened the tub of lube, covered my plug in a generous amount then reached back between the two railings. I lined up the end of the plug to my hole and began to slowly ease it in. The whole time I could hear John giving me quiet words of encouragement.

The plug itself is not very long but it is rather thick, it really opens me up to my limits. After some amount of effort It popped into me, I took my hand away and just let him look at me for a while, I was gyrating my hips between the rails, pushing back hard to open myself up to him as much as my body would allow. Using my bowels to wiggle the plug inside me so he could see the end of it moving around.

I reached back again and took the plug all the way out. I could hear his gasp as the plug left my body and my fully exposed hole was open for him. I wanted him to peer inside me, to see my wet pinkness eagerly waiting for a his cock. I knew from this angle he couldn’t, so keeping my bum firmly against the railings I lifted my body up and got into a squat position. I then quickly and forcefully fucked myself with the plug five or six times, really hard thrusts. Then on the last one, as it came out of escort bursa me with an audible pop, I knew he could see deep inside me. The railings held my hole open and I gaped for him. I knew exactly the view he was staring at, I often do this by myself, squatting over a mirror with the view of my raw, gaping hole. I love the stark contrast between my bright pink insides and the darker tones of my golden skin, seeing it throb wider just waiting to be filled by a huge cock. It was clearly a turn on for him too because when I peered back over my shoulders he was furiously pumping at his cock, the noises of his sexy loose foreskin sliding back and forth over his soggy and oozing helmet was loud and clear.

“I can literally see into you Mark,” he said, obviously amazed, “I have never seen anything so beautiful.”

I put the plug back in with ease, I could tell I was quite loose down there now. I stood up and faced him. My prick sticking out between the railings once more.

“Cum on me,” he said, surprising me a little.

“You sure?” The thought of it was slowly but surely sending me over the edge.

“Cover me in your cum from up there, let it rain down on me as I try to catch it all in my mouth.”

This was fast becoming one of the most memorable and exciting sexual encounters I’ve ever had. I was so turned on at that point and my balls knew it. I could feel them begin their familiar stirrings from within.

I opened my legs a bit more and began to pump at my cock faster and grip it tighter. My other hand going to the plug and pushing at it, rubbing the end round and round so it pressed and tapped at my prostate.

The amount of pre-cum flowing from me was more than I think I’ve ever produced, I was churning it up into a froth with each stroke. My self administered prostate massage was adding to the cream, making it thicker with each twist of the plug.

I was ready to cover him. I aimed my cock in his direction and hoped my jet was strong enough to make it to his willing and open mouth.

After a week of not having an orgasm the strength of my ejaculation didn’t disappoint. My bowels sucked the plug in deep and my ring tightened around it and clamped it there. My balls prepared themselves and my prostate began to heat up and throb.

The first load shot past his head to the ground behind him, the second landed on his hand and cock, and halfway down his shorts too. He walked a little closer and the third shot was a direct hit to the face, so was the fourth and as he walked forward and stood directly under my spurting dick, I oozed out a further fifth and sixth shot which dropped straight down into his mouth.

John then walked back to where I could see him and began cumming himself. I watched and wished I was under him to catch it all. His load was plentiful like mine, it seems we are both very heavy cummers.

After his stroking stopped, and his cock had finished it’s secretions. He took his hand, which was now covered in his cum as well as mine, and began to lick it all off. Moaning sounds of satisfaction as he went.

In the afterglow of our tremendous orgasms I got back in my squatted position with the railings once again prying me apart and I took out my plug, fingered my hole for a minute or so. I then turned around and said, “Wow John, that was pretty special.”

“Tell me about it,” he said, slightly out of breath, “so, what time are you coming round later?”

His eyes were sparkling and his smile infectious. I thought about it as I watched him put away his steadily shrinking cock.

“Around eight good for you?” I asked.

“Perfect, see you then, Mark.”

He squeezed back through the fence and into his kitchen, then out of my view. I cleaned up then started to pick out which lace body suit I would wear for him and which selection of toys I would take over with me.

I ended up taking them all.

I walked down the fire escape wearing just my all in one, my cock and arse exposed for the warm summer evening air and carrying a bag full of my toys and a big tub of lube. I squeezed through the garden fence and tapped on his kitchen door. When he answered the first thing he did was to give me a deep and passionate kiss. The second thing he did was to squat down, take my cock in his mouth and give it a few sucks before letting me into his house.

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Long-awaited continuation of this series, back by popular demand. I truly appreciate all of your kind comments as well as your patience. Thanks for the motivation, Decadentdessert!

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John contemplated for a moment before shackling the twenty-two-year old to the bedpost at the bottom of the bed. “To the north,” John mumbled, almost to himself. Mandy was distracted in post-orgasmic bliss, and as such, was not an attentive listener. Her throbbing pussy was rendering the remainder of her senses moot.

“I want your head facing to the north,” he said to his somewhat oblivious one-woman audience as he stroked his thick cock slowly back to life, admiring the nubile captive’s sensational hard, young body. “I am going to attack you from the south first.”

He assured her wrists were bound only loosely within the handcuffs, so that he had some leverage to maneuver her torso as he wished. Mandy’s small hands were pulled directly over her head so that she could offer not even token resistance. Not that she wanted to. Mandy deserved to be disciplined, in her own mind.

In fact, that was why she was here, she rationalized through her fog. To be disciplined, to be taught. To be the prey in a two-person game of hunter-gatherer.

Mandy was already deep in the throes of a phenomenon commonly referred to as the Stockholm Syndrome, which, granted, was not diagnosed until a hundred years after the Civil War. Mandy’s prison term was self-imposed, and she definitely had developed positive feelings towards her captor, to the point where she could empathize with any action that he would take towards her. She deserved this, she knew.

John spread Mandy’s slim legs as wide as they could go. She was now spread-eagled in a corner of the huge king bed, John’s muscular, mature frame hovering menacingly above her. He climbed in between her ankles, wrapping her calves around his own as he did so, so that she was in a crab-like position, tethered to his lower half.

“The Battle of Manassas….,” John began slowly, banging his rapidly stiffening dick on Mandy’s hard clit, poking out between her swollen labia, “….was actually two separate confrontations, Miss Sinclair. And it is also commonly referred to as Bull Run.” Mandy squirmed beneath John now, her brain beginning to grasp that her body was about to embark on a perilous mission. John strummed Mandy’s oyster-like pearl nub with his thumb while positioning his huge sheath at the desired target.

He continued, almost mockingly, knowing the little slut was now keenly aware just how formidable an adversary she had unwittingly chosen. “Accordingly, to properly commemorate both the occasion of the two distinct battles as well as the aptly named moniker, I will fuck you bursa escort like a bull, and take both your tight young cunt and your even tighter asshole.” Mandy shuddered, both in arousal and anxiety. She longed for this big cannon to split apart her needy pussy. But, her ass? God, this man’s tree-stump of a cock would rip her asunder. She groaned. Be careful what you wish for.

He tenderly propped two pillows under her head, to cushion the blows of the assault that her skull would absorb as it would soon be banging against the unrelenting bedpost. Hardwood on one side, hardwood on the other, he chuckled to himself as he eased his engorged cockhead into the slippery, humid slit of the handcuffed woman twenty-eight years his junior.

The march inside of Mandy’s hot cunt began excruciatingly slowly, John orchestrating the advance with measured calm. He had already correctly calculated that his young guest would need time to acclimate to the mighty girth. His cockhead alone was approximately the dimension of Mandy’s fist. He reached over to grab a Confederate hat off of the nightstand. John liked to fill his inn with little nik-naks like that. He figured it had never been used quite like this before, as he pulled the hat down tightly over Mandy’s forehead, essentially shutting off her vision. She bit her lips as his weapon snaked deeper into Mandi’s sopping cunt, now flowing like the Potomac.

Half-inch by half-inch, with quick accelerating thrusts accompanied by little-girl-like screeches from Mandy, he plunged his oar deeper into the warm depths of young Mandy’s river, moving his pelvis so that he was basically paddling his prodigious dick inside of her. Mandy struggled to match her captor’s gyrations, lifting her slim hips off of the mattress to meet his descents with ascents of her own. Blind as she was now, it felt like a plunger submerging into her narrow, sticky channel. The grunts emanating from her mouth sounded foreign to her, like someone else’s cheesy sound track overlaid in a porn movie.

John grinned down at the blindfolded, handcuffed and helpless Mandy. Her glorious young tits jiggled and bounced in tandem with his insertions into her gash. There was now a milky veneer of nectar oozing from the cunt each time he withdrew out of her snatch, virtually drizzling onto his shaft, coating it with a shear sheen of her moisture. He felt her cunt muscles clenching around his cock, desperate to fully accept his thick saber. His blunt bayonet now was almost fully immersed into her muggy, sodden hole. It was time to pick up the pace, to determine just how much Mandy could handle.

“Don’t resist,” he forewarned his bound captive. “This is going to hurt a bit at first,” he almost whispered. Normally, John took no pleasure in inflicting discomfort bursa escort bayan on a woman’s vagina. He was used to letting his conquests get accustomed to his size before really fucking them savagely. But Mandy, no longer the confident cocky visitor who thought she was going to fuck the older man into submission, had this coming to her. And, after all, he reasoned, she was given fair notice. He was most clearly in unequivocal control of this war of the genitals.

Mandy’s head thrashed from side to side, knocking the hat into the bedpost time and again as John’s mighty accoutrements of cock and balls slammed into her fortress. Any pretense of defense by Mandy was shattered as her cervix was assaulted relentlessly. With each piercing insertion and exertion of his musket, Mandy felt as if her now impossibly stretched pussy was being fragmented. Her fragile piece of pussy porcelain was effectively being splintered into tatters. Countless rockets’ red glare flashed in front of her covered eyelids.

John bucked his hips into her even harder, determined to knock all the piss and vinegar out of his young rebel, so that she would be completely obsequious for the duration of her stay. He sneered down at her and lifted the hat from her head, fully expecting to see her hazel eyes rolled back into her skull.

What he saw instead was a fledgling wildcat snarling up at him with defiance in her eyes, hell-bent and resolute that she was NOT to be defeated. “Is that all you got, old man? And here my aunts told me you were a GOOD fuck.” Mandy spit up at him, catching him squarely on the chin. “Fuck you, grandpa.”

John had to gather his composure for a long second, taken aback by this complete surprise of a counter-attack. However, experienced battle-tested warrior that he was, John’s hesitation didn’t last long. With a guttural roar, he took Mandy’s legs that were wrapped around him in a vice-like grip and unhooked them from his buttocks. He pushed her knees roughly up against her sizeable tits and withdrew his mighty instrument. The release of angry cock from overheated cunt made for a loud “pop” and a gush of Mandy’s vaginal cum streamed down her thighs.

He spit back down onto Mandy, but his target was slightly south of Mandy’s chin. John’s phlegm landed directly in Mandy’s gaping anus, winking up at him like a brown jewel. “Second battle is about to commence, you little fucking wench,” he growled.

“Give it to me,” she hissed back at him like a cornered rattlesnake, determined to go down spewing venom. “Fuck my little asshole.”

The gauntlet was thrown.

John groped at Mandy’s jiggling boobs and mauled them with his big palms, pinching the rubbery blood-filled nipples so that they nearly separated from her puffy areolas. escort bursa This distracted Mandy just enough momentarily so that she didn’t have time to pull back from the massive cock permeating her sphincter. She cried out in severe, sudden pain, the shaft of his cock sending searing hot flashes rumbling through her anal cavity, his cock buried four or five inches into her asshole on the initial penetration.

Mandy’s first instinct was that a coffee mug was being crammed up her ass, such was his massive thickness. But even as she struggled to refrain from crying, Mandy remembered one thing. She really, really, REALLY liked a steaming mug of hot coffee. After a few agonizing seconds as her bowels adjusted to what felt like a volcano in her asshole, Mandy began to thrust up into him, causing his hanging heavy balls to whack against her firm butt cheeks.

John didn’t know whether to be disappointed or aroused that Mandy was more than up to this anal challenge, so his cock took over the reins and chose “aroused’. The unlikely duo somehow swiftly found an extemporaneous rhythm as well, Mandy leaning back and arching her back in synchrony with John’s now more careful and deliberate strokes.

Almost in appreciation and admiration of the young woman’s sexual fortitude, John leaned down between the vixen’s knees and kissed her passionately. Their mouths struggled for supremacy even as their frantic ass-fucking picked up the pace, preparing for John’s eventual release.

John knew that once Mandy had sucked him off in the Fort Sumter room that his staying power would be prolonged. Such was another benefit of experience, as Mandy was now learning first-hand. But there wasn’t a man alive of any age that could withstand the sensation of Mandy’s anal canal clutching his dick with a talent that belied her tender years.

The paradox of passionate kissing and animated anal adventure continued for another few minutes. Mandy felt John’s already impossibly massive tool begin to flex deep inside of her anus, and she knew she was about to receive her asshole’s first shot of cum ever.

Although Mandy had limited experience with anal up to now, she had never let her prior suitors shoot up her ass. But she had a battle plan today, as she felt John’s seed splash into her tunnel, four, five, six spasms.

Exhausted, sweaty, gasping for breath, the fifty-year-old AARP card-carrier collapsed onto Mandy’s round, perky globes. Mandy lay under him, composed and looking for all the world that she had not just been the recipient of a spirited, rousing ass plundering. “Can you do me a favor, Mr. Griffin?” she purred into his ear, as he panted on her firm chest.

“Can you un-cuff me, and then lick your cum out of my asshole?”

History tells us that the two Battles of Manassas in the summers of 1861 and 1862 sent a message to both the Union and Confederate armies that the war was not going to be a romantic adventure, but rather a prolonged struggle.

On to Antietam.

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Another of my early pieces for your perusal…

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You are feeling tired and weary, you feel like the weight of the world is bearing down upon you and you just don’t think you can cope any more. You decide housework be damned and slink off to your bed and within moments of your head touching the pillow you drift off to sleep.

You don’t think you have been asleep long when you start to feel a breeze. Hang on, a breeze? You didn’t leave any windows open, but you can definitely feel a breeze. A rather lovely soft and warm breeze, but none the less it is a breeze. You also realise that even though it should be dark, you can see light even though you have yet to open your eyes. You decide to open your eyes slowly and are quite startled by the brightness around you. When your eyes become adjusted to the light you realise you are lying on soft lounge on a beach somewhere, a palm tree beside you casting a light shade, and from what you can see there is no one else around.

As you become more adjusted to what you can see you realise that all you are wearing is a small red bikini that really doesn’t cover very much at all. Your skin has that sheen to it that tells you sunscreen has been applied at some point. This is just the most vivid and realistic feeling dream you have ever encountered. You think if you stand up you will wake getting out of your bed. As you lift a leg over the side of the lounge you hear a voice behind you. “Is there something you require?” says a husky male voice. You look over your shoulder and there is a very well built man wearing a bathing suit that leaves nothing much to the imagination and what a man, he is well tanned and muscled and seems to be waiting for something.

All you can do is stare for a time and enjoy the view, eventually he repeats “Is there something you require.”

You snap from your staring and look him in the eyes and say “Well I am a bit thirsty, could I get a drink please?”

“Certainly ma’am,” he says and turns and heads over to a small bar and starts working on a lovely looking cocktail. Your head is still spinning from how real this all seems and just lie back and soak in some rays waiting to be woken.

You start to doze off again just as a voice says “Your cocktail is ready,” and you look up and there he is leaning over you holding a very interesting looking drink, lots of colour and fruit and so large, this thing is Ankara bayan escort going to take a while to drink.

You look up at the waiter and ask “Where exactly am I?”.

He looks down at you with a strange look on his face “Why, this is your island ma’am, you bought it some months ago remember? You had it all set up for your private use from your winnings.”

You are startled “What winnings exactly? Sorry if I seem a bit mindless today but I am just a bit overly relaxed perhaps,” you giggle.

He squats down beside you and says “You have maybe had too much sun, you did fall asleep out here. You won a large lotto jackpot and bought this place to be able to get away from things whenever you wanted to.”

You nod at him, still enjoying the sight of him “And I hired you to get me drinks?” you ask. “Well not exactly ma’am, you hired me to keep the gardens and surrounds clean and tidy. I just noticed you had dozed off as I came back from my swim so I thought I would just wait on you to wake up.”

“Oh,” you say a little disappointed. “Well thank you for the reminder, I will promise to not spend too much time in the sun again.”

“Okay ma’am, please do be careful.” he says and heads off grabbing his towel as he goes.

Wow, what a wild dream this is becoming, you hope no one wakes you any time soon. Well as long as it is going to keep going you decide a swim would be nice and head down the soft glowing sand to the water’s edge. The breeze from over the water is lovely and the water looks so crystal clear and inviting. You step slowly into the water and it feels cool and refreshing. There are no real waves just small swells washing in so you keep walking in until you get to about waist deep and then dive in under the water. The sudden rush of coolness from going under quickly shocks you a little but it feels great awakening you from the daze you had been in.

You break the surface and roll onto your back and just start to float around. The feeling of weightlessness is wonderful and you feel like you could just float like this forever, but of course you may need more sunscreen soon. Hang on, why bother when this is just a dream? Oh why not, may as well slip back to shore and rub some lotion back on, since you are here in this dream you may as well do whatever you would normally do. You step up from the water and the warm breeze starts to dry you as you walk Escort bayan Ankara back to your lounge, by the time you get there you are almost totally dry. Before you lay down you realise your bikini is still damp and think why bother with it and wet the lounge so you quickly with a glance around you remove it and lay down.

Not wanting to get any burns or tan lines you take your time with applying the lotion over every inch of your body, and my, that is feeling rather good. You take great care of certain areas of your body that usually don’t see much sunlight, first across your breasts, smoothing the lotion over them with your fingers rubbing and pulling a little at your nipples. This brings a small surge of pleasure to your body and you move one hand down to apply lotion to your smooth landing above your love tunnel. You start with small circles swirling the lotion around as you increase the size of your circling until your fingertips brush over your love button which brings a small gasp of breath from your lips.

You slowly part your legs to allow your fingers better access and slide them down until they feel the heat that has started to build between your legs. Your other hand is still playing across your nipples, alternating between each one, tugging, rubbing, pinching each nipple until they are so very hard. Your pulse is starting to rise and the gasps from your lips are becoming louder and turning to moans. The fingers of your other hand work their magic upon your button, which has become rather hard itself now, and rub further down towards the moistness starting to exude from your opening.

Your eyes are now closed and you are becoming lost in the pleasure you are giving yourself. “What a dream this has turned out to be,” you think to yourself as another moan escapes from your lips as you slip one of your fingers inside your warm damp opening. You drape your legs off either side of the lounge now to allow even better access for your finger and you slowly start to work it in and out as you other hand continues to pay full attention to your rock hard nipples. You now slip a second finger in with the first and as you rub them in and out you rub your thumb against your love button which sends small shockwaves of pleasure throughout your whole body.

Your gentle moans are becoming louder and you lift your head as you pull your breast upwards and lick the nipple you are offering Bayan escort Ankara yourself which builds the pleasure caressing through you. Your fingers continue to slide in and out, working to a lovely rhythm that is slowly building in speed, your thumb still brushing across your love button with each thrust of your hand and your mind is starting to spin from such pleasure. You take the other nipple into your mouth and suck gently on it as you run your tongue back and forth across it, your mind now feeling like it is going explode.

You slip a third finger inside your love tunnel and increase the tempo, making sure your thumb never misses a pass across your now rock hard button. You gasp for air and can no longer hold your nipple in your mouth but your fingers continue to rub and caress them. You feel that familiar surge in your body telling you that you are so close now to an exquisite orgasm and you can’t help but yell out loud, not caring at all if anyone can hear. This is your island in your dream and you can do what you want.

Your body is now flushed and you feel such a heat rising inside you, your moisture is escaping from around your fingers and you are now thrusting your fingers in and out so fast you cannot believe you are doing it. Your thumb almost feels like a vibrator pressed to your button, your hand is moving so fast now and the hand at your breasts has gone almost still as it holds one breasts firmly with the nipple pinched between two fingers. Just when you think you can take now more your mind and body explode from a tremendous orgasm, your hips lift from the couch pressing up against your hand as your fingers find their way deeper inside of you. You scream out loudly as waves of pleasure wash over you, your hips rising and falling as each wave hits you and you just never want it to stop.

But slowly the pleasure fades away, your body goes limp, your fingers still inside of you feeling so good there. You are spent and can’t even move to try and cover yourself in case someone comes along, but right now, with the afterglow of such a wild orgasm you just couldn’t care and with one hand still holding your breast and your fingers resting inside of you, you start to doze off right there.

Some time passes … you open your eyes slowly. You are in bed, some light shines thru the curtains and you know it was all a dream, but you realise, as your mind comes out of its sleepy drowsiness, that you have one hand one your breast and your fingers are inside of you. “Oh my … that is what I call a dream,” you say to yourself and roll back over with a smile on your face hoping that perhaps tonight the dream will come back again.

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It’s night and the hood is quiet for once. Maybe a bit too quiet. I need to get my ass home quick. I’m mad tired from working a double shift at the nursing home. I really don’t like walking around Roxbury at night. It’s scary out here, people. Lots of psychos and gangsters walking around and all kinds of crazy shit is going on.

In case you’re wondering who the heck this is, it’s me, Malika. I’m a chick from the hood. I’m around five-foot-nine, chunky but funky Sistah, with a lot of everything that’s good. I’ve got a fat ass and I’m proud of it. Yeah, big girls can be hot too, judging by how many cab drivers honk when they see me. I do love them bad boys. I work at a small nursing home in Milton. Not exactly the kind of job I love doing but it pays the bills.

It was around ten when I got to the park near my neighborhood. I was walking home when I saw two dudes walking around. Both of them looked like hoodlums. Tall, dark-skinned, with durags on and dark, urban-style Hip Hop clothing. I can’t tell from a distance but I’m guessing Sean John’s or Phat Pharm. Fortunately, they hadn’t seen me.

Hell, I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t have noticed an elephant walking once I saw what they were doing. The two dudes were in a dark alley, but instead of dealing drugs like regular gangsters, they were kissing. Yeah, two black dudes kissing. I couldn’t believe it. They didn’t look like fags. But here they were, kissing and touching each other like there was no tomorrow.

I did something very stupid. I should have kept on walking with my head down until I got home and locked myself in. that’s the basic survival code in the hood. But nope, I had to do the stupid thing. I stopped to watch them. I was watching those two black dudes kissing and for some reason, I couldn’t take my eyes off them.

I leaned against a wall and watched them. Since it the moon was out that night, I could almost see their faces. I was watching them and feeling more than a bit turned on when something happened. I bumped into something in the dark. The noise alerted the two thugs.

They turned around and saw me. One of them whipped out his gun. I stood there, frozen. The dude approached me. He was tall and good-looking, with a goatee. His skin was dark brown. A fine-looking Brotha.

I recognized this dude. His name was Antoine. He was the leader of the Red Blades, one of the meanest gangs in the hood. The kind of dude who can make anyone, male or female, piss their pants. His lover came, and I recognized him too.

A tall, lean guy with light brown skin and curly hair. He wasn’t completely Black. My guess is he was half Hispanic or something. His name was Jose, Antoine’s second-in-command. Those dudes ruled the drug trade from Dorchester to Roxbury and all over Boston. It was rare to see them in the streets since they had so many dudes working for them. All the pimps and all the hoes in the hood paid them money. You don’t pay tribute to those two, your business gets shot down. That means you disappear.

Antoine looked at me. There was an almost feral look in his eyes. We went to high school and graduated together. Did he still remember me? Who cares, he still had a gun aimed at me. I put my hands up. Antoine glared at me and asked me what in hell I was looking at. I mumbled. I told him that I was just on my way home and I wasn’t Ankara escort going to tell anyone about my catching him making out with his hustler boyfriend. It’s not everyday that I’ve got a gun aimed at me and shit. I didn’t need to be another statistic. Another one of those dudes and chicks who get gunned down in the hood. Antoine looked like he was about to shoot me. Jose came and whispered something in his ear.

I waited. Whatever Jose said to Antoine appeared to have relaxed him. He smiled. That’s when Jose kissed him in the neck. I blinked. Man, the sight of those two gorgeous men was seriously turning me on, though I still had a gun aimed at me. Antoine lowered his gun and told me that I could leave. I stared at him. Was he really going to let me go or shoot me in the back? Gangsters in the hood have no chivalry, folks. I live in a world of violent men and psychotic women. There aren’t any angels around here. Jose winked at me. Damn, the dude was cute. It’s too bad he’s gay, otherwise I’d have gone after him.

Since Antoine listened to his boyfriend and decided to let me go, I decided not to press my luck and get my ass out of there. I had walked only ten feet when I heard Antoine’s authoritative and masculine voice telling me to get back. I froze and slowly turned around. Was he going to shoot me? Antoine told me to come to him. I did. He wasn’t holding the gun or anything but he was still dangerous. Jose stood behind him, arms wrapped around Antoine’s muscular torso and kissing his neck. Man, those two looked hot together. I looked at them. I wasn’t going to tell anybody their little secret. Who would believe me anyway? Antoine’s a tough motherfucker. He doesn’t fear anybody, dude or bitch. Cops don’t mess with him either. He’s the man around here. He gets more pussy than most pimps. Who would believe that this man was bisexual? People would ask me what I’ve been smoking if I went around telling this shit.

Antoine looked at me and said that he recognized me. My heart skipped a beat. For two reasons. The first one was that Antoine had always been the cute and dangerous bad boy all the females wanted to sleep with. All the dudes wanted to be like him too. To have him remember who I am, six years after high school was still a thrill enough to make my panties damp. I smiled. Jose laughed. He said that he could tell that watching two men doing stuff together turned me on. Antoine asked me if this was true.

I nodded. At this point, why hide it? Yes, I’m a girl who likes watching man-to-man sex. It turns me on. Next question! The dude asked me if he scared me. I looked at him. He was a tall, sexy black man. He had a big gun. And that’s probably not all that was big about him. But I wasn’t going to let myself get pushed around. I’d rather get shot than disrespected. I’m a black woman, damn it! I looked at Antoine. What was he going to do next? He smiled and gestured for me to come to him. I did. He grinned and told me that he remembered me, Malika the Chubby Tomboy from Roxbury High School. I smiled. That nickname followed me everywhere. Right through high school and college and even now, in this dark alley with those handsome Homo-Thugs.

I looked at Antoine. All of a sudden, the fierce gangster wasn’t so scary anymore but he was still dangerous. He looked me up and down. Yeah, he was checking me out. Ankara escort bayan Inside, I felt like jumping up and down. I knew he wasn’t gay.

He told me that I looked good. Jose flat out told me he thought I was hot. I smiled. Way to go pretty boy, you may be gay but you sure know how to make a female go wild with your words. I felt like kissing him. Jose asked me if I felt like doing something freaky. I looked at him and Antoine. Two handsome, potentially well-hung black men asking me to do something hot and freaky with them. I hadn’t had any in a while. What do you think I said?

Antoine stood there, leaning against the wall while Jose and I knelt before him. We began sucking on his cock and balls. Antoine had a big dick. At least ten inches of long and thick, uncircumcised black dick with huge nuts the size of tennis balls. Damn! We sucked that big dick of his and he was thrusting in and out of our mouths like there was no tomorrow.

I sucked on that bad boy. I’ve sucked a few dicks in my day but never one that size. He was huge! Jose was having no difficulties with Antoine’s thick dick. He was sucking on that big old jungle snake like a lollipop. I had to admire the dude’s persistence and technique. He had skills. Antoine was grimacing with pleasure as we sucked him. We sucked him until he finally came, all over our faces.

Jose and I drank his cum. Antoine shouted in pleasure. Damn, I’ve never heard a man shout so loud. I wiped the cum off my face and looked at Antoine. The dude was sighing but I could tell he was still lusting big-time. He pulled Jose up and kissed him, then he kissed me. He was still horny as hell and I wanted to feel that big dick of his up close and personal. We went to a nearby bench to do the deed.

Jose unzipped his pants and got on all fours on the bench. Antoine put on a condom and positioned himself behind him. He spread Jose’s sexy-looking ass cheeks wide open and pressed his dick against the other man’s back door. I stood with my back resting against a tree, watching them. My hands were in my panties, fingering my pussy as I watched the two of them go at it.

I’ve seen men doing it with other men in porn movies before and it’s intense but watching two hunky black men going at it on a park bench at night in Roxbury was definitely the hottest and most intensely erotic thing I’ve ever seen. Antoine was swearing like a sailor as he took Jose. Jose took it like a champ. Not a single scream from him as Antoine invaded him like the British Army once did India.

I got closer to better see what was going on. Jose was stroking himself as Antoine fucked him. This went on for a while, then Antoine came and pulled out of Jose. Jose winced as Antoine squeezed his snake-like cock out of his ass. I winced in sympathy. That stuff had to hurt!

Jose pulled his pants back up and looked at Antoine adoringly as he readjusted his clothing. Antoine took off the condom then looked at me, and I stared at him. The dude looked seriously hot and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want a piece of him but there was no way in hell he could be able to take me right now. The dude already came twice! Incredibly, he was hard again. He gestured for me to come to him. I did. There was something about this dangerous bisexual thug which I couldn’t resist.

I walked to Antoine, taking Escort Ankara my sweet time. He looked me up and down, then pulled me to him. As he touched my body, I kind of shivered. His hands were ice-cold, even though it was summer time. Antoine kissed me, then caressed my breasts through my shirt. I felt his hands cup my ass. He murmured appreciatively. Yeah, he liked a woman with a big butt. Most men do, no matter what they say. He pinched my ass. I gasped in surprise. He grinned mischievously. I wanted to kiss him again, but he wouldn’t let me. Instead, he grabbed me and with surprising strength, heaved me and propped me on the bench where Jose had been moments earlier.

Antoine pulled down my pants. I didn’t resist. I was almost hypnotized by that big dick of his. How big was that thing? Antoine’s big hands roughly moved me into position until I was on all fours. Jose stood by, watching us. His expression was unreadable. Doubtless, the dude thought a chick might be stealing his man. I winked at him. Antoine pulled down my panties, then slid a finger inside me. His finger was thick. I gasped at the intrusion. He moved his finger around, playing with my clit. I felt another one of his fingers slide into my ass. Damn, the dude had two fingers up in me!

Antoine began to finger my pussy and ass, thrusting his digits into both of my holes at the same time. I’d never done anything like that before and it seemed odd to me but after a while, it felt good. He asked me if I was ready for more. I nodded. Next thing I knew, I felt something wet and slick on my ass, followed by something hard and stiff. My eyes widened. I knew what that meant! Antoine held my hips, and thrust his cock into my ass!

To say that I was shocked would have been an understatement. I have never had anything as big as Antoine’s dick inside of me before, and definitely not up my ass! I screamed. Antoine held me firmly into place and fucked me, plunging that big old dick of his deep into depths of mine that had never been touched before. At first, he went in hard and quick, then he began to slow down. I adjusted to this new pace of his. He thrust into me, swift and merciless. I now knew what Jose must have felt earlier. Damn, that stuff hurts! I felt like I was being split in half. Amazingly, as he continued to plow into me, the feeling of pain was replaced by a curious new feeling. I felt filled and it was not an unpleasant feeling. In fact, it felt wonderful. My fingers slipped inside my pussy, playing with my clit. As Antoine fucked me and Jose watched, I found my on button…and turned it.

At almost the precise moment that it happened, I felt a wave, a rush as Antoine came inside me and screamed at the top of his lungs. My screams echoed with his. I had never felt anything like that before. Ever. I’ve made myself cum before but it’s never been this quick or this easy. I had also felt a different kind of orgasm when Antoine came inside me. It was new, disturbing and felt very, very good. When he pulled out of me, I suddenly felt empty. I didn’t want this to end.

Later, Antoine and Jose went their own way. Faded into the dark. I went home and showered, but I couldn’t sleep. Not really. I never forgot about this night. The night that I two fierce, handsome thugs who gave me the sexing of a lifetime. I’ve never had it this good before or since. Sometimes, when I am walking home at night, I remember this. The dangers of the hood, the threats in the shadows and the strange pleasures that I found in this dark world. Makes me hungry for more, though I doubt I will ever seek it out.

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Seven days. Seven days had passed since Mary’s drive home from Josie’s suburban home. She thought about it: one hundred and sixty-eight hours since she had last heard her voice, seen her face, touched her body, or taken in her scent as they kissed. One hundred and sixty-eight hours since her last orgasm.

Mary could only wonder what she was doing at that moment, as she laid in her bed at lunchtime, passing the minutes by tossing a pillow at the ceiling or singing softly to herself. Mary smiled at the image vividly in her mind, Josie in a fancy blouse and pencil skirt, tapping down the isles of a grocery store, clean and sparkling the way Mary remembered her, and at lunchtime she probably ate salads with Tom, out of a pristine bowl, slender and manicured fingers gingerly around the stem of her silver fork.

The sexual thoughts came alive at night. The need for sleep and the need for relief polarized Mary, fed off the internal conflict, the excitement, the forbidden nature. Mary pulsed around herself, her body probed her mind for weakness, a tender spot that would buckle and give in, leave her thighs damp and trembling. As Mary thought about her nights, images of Josie flooded her days, too powerful to dam. The string that held her together grew taut, lost its tune, and strained under the pressure.

The day before Mary had been paid handsomely by an elderly couple unable to care for their garden. She did what she could for the yellowing lawn, and threw in a bed of flowers to distract the eyes. Planting fauna and digging were her favorite jobs, it washed her mind clean and cleansed her thoroughly through the bodily stresses. With the money she bought lingerie, laced and brilliantly white like Josie; the cups of the bra became Josie’s adept hands, warm and loving, and the panties were her as well, pressing herself towards Mary’s core with silken insistence. She would only wear them once she called, and not a moment before, or she feared they might consume her.

Mary rolled to her bedside to wash the clammy sweat off her skin, when her phone vibrated against the wood of the night stand. It jerked her back to life, into action. Picking up the phone, she saw the name that made her gather in her stomach, ‘Josie’. Mary had imagined many conversations with her, but as the phone buzzed another reminder, her plans trickled away and dissipated in the nervous heat. She didn’t know if she felt excitement or nervousness as she started the call, pressing the phone to her ear, Josie’s voice came through, “Mary,” she said softly, a delighted tone.

“Josie,” she responded, “need me to come trim the lawn?” She wasn’t sure why, but her teasing, cocky persona emerged whenever she knew Josie was around, tt was coaxed out.

There was a quick puff of air on the other line, like a small laugh. “You know damn well my lawn is perfect, and so are the hedges and everything else that’s green here.”

“I know that all too well, but even the lopsided bush I didn’t get to finish?” Mary felt the smile spread her lips, it came as naturally as her words.

“I told Tom it’s art and he bought it, even the dumb housewives I had over thought it was ‘refreshing’.”

“Give me their numbers; I’ll put on a blindfold and give them some avant garde landscaping.” The two women shared a laugh over the phone. Josie’s bright, restrained laugh strummed in Mary’s ears, she wanted to hear and see her laugh, in person.

“I’d kill to see that, but no. I don’t want them anywhere near you, you’re too good for them.”

“I’ll be happy to prevent a murder.” They laughed again, and Mary got out of bed and started doing what she always did during a phone call, she paced around her apartment, through the kitchen, past the bathroom, through the living room and back into the kitchen.

“You didn’t call to give me work, so I’m lost.”

“I’ll tell you the reason I called, but it can wait, if you have the time? You’re not busy, are you?” Her voice stood out, it wasn’t coy like what she had heard previously.

“No—no of course not. What’s up?”

“I want to make some things clear with you. Last week was strange, and that wasn’t really me. I wasn’t lying about anything I said, but I acted like an idiot.” Mary felt her heart drop with trepidation over the meaning behind her words. She sounded sincere.

“So, what does that mean?”

“It means I’m sorry, I want to apologize for basically dragging you into my home and screwing you like some dog in heat. Even if I barely know you I know you deserve better.”

“Josie…” Mary said with a low voice, nonplussed. She stopped walking by the hallway and picked at a pebble she’d dragged inside under her boots, “I don’t know what to say, this is like the last thing I expected to hear from you.”

“Just goes to show the impression I had on you, but I promise you I’m not like that. I’ve felt like crap about it all week. And I saw you barely took any money at all and that tells me more than enough, Mary.”

“It felt wrong to take even the 20, I wish I Ankara escort hadn’t.” Mary had the bill in her wallet, untouched as something held her back from using it.

“I’m sorry.” Josie’s voice was tense. Neither was sure what to say, there was a lull in their conversation but Mary heard her shallow breath in her ear. “I’d like to talk to you, maybe get to know you.” She was tentative as if expecting the call to end; Mary resumed her walk.

“I’d like that.”

Mary talked to Josie about her week and her clients: the old couples that would rather hire someone to do their job, the new homeowners that wanted consultation on their back yards, the lawn problems, the gardens, ponds and patios and as she talked she realized she enjoyed it, talking about her job and explaining why it drew her in; it reaffirmed her love of the profession to herself and Josie sounded as invested. “I never knew you did so much. I also realize I underestimated you.” They shared a laugh that came freely, like old friends talking. Mary shared a story of a yellow lawn and an ant colony, and the client’s refusal to hire anybody else. Mary heard Josie gasp, then laugh herself into a fit as the story progressed, ending with Mary not getting paid at all. As they were relaxing and the topics shifted, she noticed how different their conversation had become, they played coy games and teased in small portions, instead of hiding behind it as Mary came to realize they had been doing all along. She liked talking to Josie, everything came to her so easily, words formed without a thought and Josie shot back with something she immediately had to comment on.

“Okay, okay, you gotta tell me how your week’s been now.”

“Think you can handle it? There are a lot of intense and exciting beauty treatments and work hours.” Josie’s voice was filled with amusement.

“I sat down, I’m ready for a major bombshell here.” She sat on the kitchen floor, eating the crust off a breadslice, saving the soft part for last.

“You can’t believe how many of these things I go to with the other girls, and they drag on and on, kind of like me now.” She jested, “It’s easy to fit in with them, but I know for a fact they all talk shit about each other. That’s the life right there.”

“I’m not sure if you like it or not yet.” Mary said and left the answer in the air.

“Scale of one to ten on the terrible scale, it’s a 7 on the boring days and maybe a 4 the rest of the time. You get used to it and you look pretty pretty much all the time.”

Mary stopped herself for a moment, trying to figure out how Josie would respond. “I’d like to see you without all that make-up and polish sometime.”

“Oh, don’t tempt me, I would take that offer so bad.” She responded without hesitation.

“I was hoping you would.” Something else painted their voices, a deliberate flirting free from coquettish flatter.

“Believe me, I will,” Josie made a sound as if remembering something, “Oh, that’s the whole reason I called too. Since it’s a weekend tomorrow, I’d love to come over tonight. Maybe stay till Sunday?” Mary didn’t understand the careful tone of the proposition, she became elated by it.

“Yes, you have to come over! What time?”

“I’ll be over around seven, I’d like to spend time with you as it gets dark.” Her voice was low, calm with her longing.

“I’d love that too,” she said and went past the kitchen, glancing at the analogue clock on the wall, “speaking of time, it’s two now.”

“Oh my god, we’ve been talking for two hours.” Josie said with rueful amusement. “I really liked talking to you, Mary. Haven’t laughed that much in ages.”

“Same, two hours just went by like that.” Mary held her phone with both hands and leaned on her coffee table. “I can’t wait to see you in person again.”

“You’ll have to,” Josie’s voice snaked its way into her brain, she shivered but the distortion was getting in her way, but the only voice she recalled with clarity was soaked in sexual tension. “I need to prepare for tonight, but I’ll call again when I’m almost there.”

“Wait, Josie—” She stood up and paced into her bedroom, “I want to tell you something.”

“What is it?”

“I—I haven’t… you know, since last week. I’ve been thinking of you a lot.” She came down almost to a whisper, imagining herself putting her lips to Josie’s ear. She heard Josie’s breath abruptly seize, and there was a peculiar silence.

“Mary, I think you have me in a spell. It’s taking me all my will not to rush over there right now.” Josie husked, “I’ve been saving myself too, it’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever done,” she paused before she added, “and she wettest.”

“Waiting for you is gonna be impossible.” Mary breathed.

“Try. I promise you the wait is only going to make it better.” She said, and hung up.

Mary wobbled into the bathroom in elation. She spun and giggled and turned the knob to the shower, and listened to the spray hit the tiles like morning static. She made sure to shower early, wash the morning Ankara escort bayan off her body as she sang sugary love songs that bounced off the walls. Not bothering to restrict the images forming from vagueness, she squirmed as they flooded her. Josie’s lips would come down on her neck, and she would take in Mary’s scent and hold her close. A tightness formed in her chest as she closed her eyes, and a spectral Josie pressed against her, melting into her, starting volcanic eruptions where her fingers traveled. Mary ached to have Josie close, to look at her and hear her voice by her ear. She had to stop to save herself, instead leaving wet footprints on the floor as she went for the vacuum.

Mary passed the time preparing. She tossed old clothes in the laundry, cleared out dishes, dusted off furniture, changed sheets and even polished the windows until the hour reached three. But she couldn’t settle, four hours was too long and Mary could do anything other than relax. She decided to check up on the cars below and the empty apartment to make sure they were unchanged still; when she saw boxes in the window her hands went to her mouth, and a profound sense that her live was rapidly moving forward manifested. Mary had to see what they were for, the idea of someone moving in seemed abstract to her then, about as likely as working for NASA. She slipped on a t-shirt with faded print and battered jeans and sneakers and headed across the street. She had never been inside the opposite building. Mary enjoyed imagining it as an different world to hers, even though it was just a mirrored version of her own building. She stood in front of the apartment door on the third floor, a door like the one she used to have; a thin, dark thing in due need of replacement. Mary shuddered to think of the lock and how easy it would be to break it, but she stopped when she heard someone inside.

Knocking twice, the handle turned after a moment and a thin crack in the door revealed the face of the occupant inside: she was a young woman, possibly Mary’s age and her face was marked with unsure suspicion. Mary smiled at the change in her life, resolute to welcome her with all the joy that whirled chaotically inside her. “Hey, I’m Mary, I live in the building opposite yours!” She reached out her hand, “I saw boxes from the window and thought you were moving in,” the woman opened the door slowly, looked up and down the hallway, then shook her hand.

“I just moved in, yeah. I’m Annerley but Anne or Annie is easier to say.” Having opened the doorway, Mary got a good look at Annerley. She had naturally olive skin and curly, brown hair framing her face, shining with sweat and tensed into a frown.

“If you’d like I’ll help you move in, must be tough in this heat, and in that sweatshirt.”

“I’m trying to lose some weight, don’t think I’m weird.” Anne’s frown eased up and she wiped her brow on her sleeve. “The movers got all the furniture here this morning, it’s just the boxes that need unpacking so you won’t have to sweat with me.”

Mary was gestured inside, and came across an apartment not unlike her own; but lacking all personality that little personal items brought. “You know, this apartment has been empty even since I moved here three years ago. How did you get it?” The question burned in her mind, just what had caused one of her constants, and its sudden demise?

“I’m really sorry, I can’t tell you. I’ll just say I was going to move in here sooner or later.” Her curiosity almost made her forget Josie as she sat herself on a chair in the middle of the designated living room, cutting open a box full of trinkets to line the walls.

“I don’t mind, you’re friendlier than a lot of people here just letting me in. But still,” she paused for dramatic effect, drawing Anne’s attention away from the kitchenware, “I’m surprised someone would move into a neighborhood monitored by the government.” She grinned, keeping her gaze steady and playful.

“Government agents?” Anne shot back, “must’ve been in the fine print.”

“I’ve been here long enough to know, come here,” Mary moved to the window, one floor lower than her own apartment, but a perfect view of the street. “See that red SUV? That’s the FBI, and the crappy-looking Chevy spies for the NSA. The black sedan there in front, that’s the CIA picking up the slack.”

“I better not be hacking into databases around here then,” Anne said, amused, “what about that old pickup?”

“Oh, that’s just mine,” they laughed and Anne came closer to the window.

“You’re brave, parking so close to secret agents.”

“I fight the system in my own way.”

They kept the conversation going sporadically from room to room, punctuated by Mary asking where she would like a frame or a clock. Mary learned more about Anne through her belongings than their talks, her family photos were lavish ordeals, suits, dresses and courtesy smiles. The man and woman that seemed to be her parents looked rich, but judging by her second-hand furniture, fancy clothes may be all they Escort Ankara spend their money on. Mary could tell she liked to dress warm, and instead of classical, which she imagined all upper-crust loved, she had CD’s by Bowie and plenty of 80’s metal, including several bands she had never heard of. A picture of Annerley began to take shape; the rich girl rebelling against doting parents wanting her to follow their lifestyle. “Is the rent good? Where do you work?” Mary tested.

“Rent is great, and I’m studying.” She heard from the bathroom.

“Not even part time? What about the debt?” Mary said and examined the back of a jewel case; Pleasure to Kill. She had to stop herself from laughing.

“I’m not worried, I don’t spend a lot and I’ll have time working after my degree.” Anne came out of the bathroom with a folded box squeezed under her arm. “You know that band?”

Mary put the case down in a neat pile along with the other records. “Never heard of them. It’s metal, right?”

“Wanna listen? That one is is seriously heavy.” Mary liked Anne’s smile, it looked genuine with interest and appreciation.

Looking at her phone at the buzzing prompt, she remembered the alarm she set for 4:30. “Sorry, I’ve got some plans for tonight and I gotta prepare. I can come over next week.”

Anne let only a hint of dejection show, dropping her shoulders and sweeping her eyes from Mary to the pile of CD’s. “Alright, that’s cool. Can I call you?”

Anne saw Mary to the door, and then exchanged numbers, Mary also gave the number to a locksmith; she had never heard of a break-in and she would keep it that way.

So a potentially rich college student named Annerley was one of the pebbles in the rockfall Mary felt her life becoming. She didn’t mind, she was kind enough, but any girl soon made Mary’s attentions turn to Josie, only a few hours more until she would call. She skirted down the steps, cross the street then into her car. Her flat was tidy, but understocked. Mary was a meticulous eater, shopping exactly what she knew she’d use and little else, but in line with the gradual changes she wanted to stock up; she made a list on her phone filled with fruits, snacks, wine and all kinds of ingredients that she could see Josie eating. Mary thought back on the conversation they had had hours before, how happy and invulnerable she had felt, but standing in that store trying to pick out which brand chocolate she wanted, a certain tinge of nervousness drove her heart to speed. Just how much could happen over a weekend, and how much could their perceptions of each other be changed? Josie’s husband was also a part of the picture. What had she told him? Where was he? Mary pondered her new title, ‘Mistress’. She knew she would be responsible if they broke apart, their idyllic suburban lifestyle with their garden and spotless house, dinner parties and barbecues. Mary didn’t care in the end, her feelings were the same since before they had begun their affair; stronger even. Mary was the victim, she had been approached by Josie—she was the very willing victim.

After a sweat carrying up four bags to the door, she rinsed herself off in the shower just in case and sat by the window, periodically looking at the time. 5:30, 5:35, 5:40. She checked the groceries, looked for dirt or dust on the floor and furniture, then put on some music and paced with the phone in her hand. An hour later, it urgently buzzed against her palm and everything stopped. She paused the music and picked up, straightening herself as some form of brace against her nerves.

“Hey, Mary.” Josie’s voice crackled.

“Josie. Are you coming over?”

“I’m almost there, I’m free all weekend now. I’m driving so I’ll be quick, expect me in about 10.”

Mary’s heart raced. Ten more minutes, past and present ceased to exist. “I really missed you ever since you called.”

“Me too, talking to you was amazing, but I have to hang up now.”

“Wait, Josie.” Mary suddenly felt like sharing some of her life. “Can you do me a favor?”

“If it’s a detour, no way. I want to see you right now.” She argued, determined.

“It’s on the way, I promise. Park outside my building, there’s a red SUV behind an old Chevrolet. Can you park your car behind that one?” Mary almost laughed. Some things had to remain the same.

“That is the second strangest favor I’ve ever heard, but definitely the easiest. I’ll see you soon.”

Mary sat glued to the living room window, looking over the street where she knew Josie’s car would come from, then to Anne’s now organized apartment. She had put a small plant on the window sill, and was still moving from room to room with boxes in various states of unpacking; Josie’s car came with the setting sun, white and surrounded by orange light, trailed by its own shadow. Mary watched it slow down, then turn outside her building and get snug behind the SUV, and out stepped Josie. From what she could see she had a white blouse on and tight, matching pants, and under her arm she had a stylish shoulder bag. Josie went inside the building, and hurried up the last few steps as she saw Mary by the open door to her apartment. “It’s so nice to hold you again, Mary.” Josie sighed against Mary’s neck as they locked into an embrace.

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Friday, Aunt Polly met me the side door. She wore a loosely tied, short robe. She wore nothing under it. I tickled her already moist pussy.

“Good afternoon, Doctor.”

“Good afternoon, nurse.”

“You have a patient waiting in your office.” Aunt Polly winked.”

“I’m nervous.”

“I took the liberty of having her to disrobe.”

“Fine.”

She reached for my belt and unbuckled it. She whispered in my ear. “She’s a little nervous too.” She lowered my zipper and let my pants fall to the floor.

I started to protest.

“Shhhh. The doctor’s needle should be prepared to give shots.”

“I forgot.”

She stooped to untie my laces and slip off my shoes, followed by my pants and shorts. Her fingers encircled me and guided the head of my enlarging prong to her lips. Her stiff, pointed tongue rotated about the glans. She stood to remove my shirt.

“This way, Doctor, your patient’s waiting.”

I followed Polly into the living room. Before entering, she paused and opened her robe but did not remove it.

Recumbant, eyes closed, the naked woman lay on the couch. Her thighs parted to reveal the deep indentation and the partially open, brownish-pink labia. Small, pert breasts, peaked by taut, burnt rose nipples appeared moist as though someone had recently tongued them. Her eyes opened, saw me and a hand flew to partially cover a forest of black curls at her crotch.

Ruth Eleanor Taylor, mother of Paul Taylor, one of my best buddies, sat upright. Her free arm crossed her chest. Spread fingers attempted to hide one small, firm breast in a show of far too late modesty.

“Jay!”

“Mrs. Taylor!” My hand automatically moved to shield my erection.

Ruth Eleanor, played Euchre with my mother, every Wednesday night at their card club. They went to the same church on Sunday. For years, in my day dreams, I pictured Paul’s mother naked, while I tugged at my rampant pecker. For years I had dreamed of seeing that dark place Paul had once described hidden between his mother’s long, lush thighs. Aunt Polly raced to the woman’s side. “There, there now, Hon, relax. Doctor will make you feel ever so much better.” She placed a restraining hand on Mrs. Taylor’s shoulder and urged her back. “Doctor, come examine your patient. Her nerves are in a terrible shape. Do you have anything to calm her?

“I don’t think Mrs. Taylor wants to play this game.”

“Of course she does. She told me just the other day she hadn’t got a good injection for ever so long.”

“He’s just a boy,” protested Mrs. Taylor.

“Of course he is. And so enthusiastic.” Polly added, “So resilent. You’ll love him.”

“I can never face his mother again. I’m mortified.”

“Now you lay back and relax,” soothed Aunt Polly. She turned to me. “I’ll assist, Doctor. The lady has an extreme case of under-attended pussy. Can you help her?”

I nodded gravely. I was scared to death. “If she wants treatment, I think we can work something out.”

Aunt Polly grasped my tool and, to overcome my nervousness, stroked it until it was as hard as ever. Ruth Eleanor will simply adore your injections.”

“I’m going home,” protested the squirming, long-legged woman on the couch. “This is a mistake. I don’t know how I got here.” The pretty, middle aged brunette covered her crotch with one, long-fingered hand and attempted to get up. But she checked out my boner from the corner of her eye.

Aunt Polly urged her back. Now we know what’s best for you, don’t we Jay?”

“Yes ma’am,” I said, though I was not at all sure.

“After she receives one of your injections, she’ll be ever so much better.”

“If she doesn’t want it?”

“Let me go. I don’t belong here.” Ruth Eleanor Taylor twisted and struggled until she was face down and her big rounded, bottom stared up at us. Aunt Polly glanced at me, a worried look on her face. “We can’t the poor woman leave in this condition. She’ll tell the whole town.”

“Let me go,” begged Ruth Eleanor. “I had no idea it was Jay. He’ll tell Paul he saw me like this.”

“I won’t tell anyone,” I promised.”

“After you’ve had one of Jays treatments, I’m sure you won’t mind,” purred Polly.

I was worried. If she told Mom, I would be grounded for months. I would never be able to screw Aunt Polly again.

“Now those pretty cheeks are positively asking for a tanning. Maybe she ought to be warmed first,” said Aunt Polly. “Sometimes that helps.”

On an end table, as if prearranged, were a bottle of baby oil and an old fashioned hair brush. Polly picked up the brush and slapped the back against her palm. She passed it to me and nodded to the lush, naked bottom cheeks rising before me. She motioned for me to lay it on.

My first stroke was rather pathetic and the firm flesh jiggled hardly at all but it got the lady’s attention.

“How dare you!” she raged.

The second stroke was much harder and the crack rang from the jiggling flesh as the shape of the brush emerged as a red brand on her right ass cheek.

The lady screamed.

“Give it to her!” Polly urged. After Ankara bayan escort a dozen slaps with the back of the brush brush, she motioned for me to attack reddened flesh from another angle. I had no idea where this was leading but I enjoyed this smacking of reddening flesh. The lady’s protests turned to moans. Now, her bottom raised, it seemed, to meet each downward arc of the brush.

Soon, Ruth Eleanor Taylor ground her crotch into the couch.

“I think that is just what the lady needed,” said Polly. “Now move to phase two.”

“Noooo,” moaned Ruth Eleanor Taylor. “Not in front of the boy!”

Polly reached for the baby oil. “I’ll assist, Doctor.” She opened the cap and spread liberal ammounts, gently, over the lady’s backside not missing the deep furrow and the dark rear passage with its brown, crinkled rosette. Polly oiled a finger and forced it into the tight opening to the second knuckle.”

“Nooo!” cried Ruth Eleanor Taylor.

“It will make a new woman of you,” soothed Polly.

“Not with the boy in the room,” protested the gasping, naked woman.

Polly coated the brush handle with more oil then handed it to me. She gestured to the opening she had just annointed.

I hesitated, looked at her quizzically. “She’ll have us arested.”

Polly shook her head. “This is what she craves.”

I touched the rounded handle to the the puckered place and slowly applied pressure. When approximately half of it had disappeared, I paused.

Polly shook her head and mouthed, “All of it.” That meant at least seven or eight inches, total.

Ruth Eleanor Taylor, her superiority in shreds, moaned and twitched at my ministrations.

I had a horrible feeling that Aunt Polly and I could go to jail if this haughty, superior acting friend of my mother’s ever walked out this room. I slowly forced the rest of the smooth plastic handle into the lady’s tight, now docile anal opening. For a moment I had the illusion that Ruth Eleanor Taylor’s ass was rising to take more of that plastic as though I were not feeding it to her fast enough.

At last the bristles tickled her left ass cheek. The lady’s sigh was not a signal of pain.

Polly silently motioned me to saw it in and out of the lady she called her friend. Evidently she knew better than I. I manipulated the brush until I was signaled to stop.

“I believe she has been properly primed, Doctor,” murmured Aunt Polly. “Now administer one of your famous injections.”

“There?”

“Of course. One injects where it does the most good.” She motioned me to mount the wide couch between the prone woman’s legs. The woman beneath me made no comment, as though resigned to her fate.

With Polly’s help, I raised Mrs. Taylors hips and the older woman stuffed several cushions under her belly. Polly applied oil to my instrument and directed it to the target. Though much thicker than the brush handle, I slipped in without a great deal of force, though Mrs. Taylor’s rear entrance was the tightest place I had ever entered.

The woman now seemed to be in a dream world. She moaned and pushed back as I pressed deeply into her. She met my strokes and countered them exactly as a willing companion fucks, meeting me measure for measure. Ruth Eleanor Taylor was one fine piece of ass, even if I was going to suffer for it.

“Oh God!” moaned Mrs. Taylor. She was on her knees and pushing back, rubbing her ass cheeks against me.

I looked to Aunt Polly. “You’re doing fine,” she said, “feed that cock to her. Fuck her ass.”

“Oh God!!” moaned the woman under me. “Oh God! So Good!”

“Did I hear her say it was good?”

“She’s loving every stroke,” said Aunt Polly. “Pump her good. Shoot it to her. Fill her with that magic elixir of yours.”

My belly and balls slapped the woman’s rounded ass on each downward stroke. I plugged her back hole to within the last possible fraction of an inch. I watched myself slide in and out, each time bringing a bit of the clinging brown flange with it as though I were turning her invaded rosette inside out. I remembered probing Aunt Polly’s back alley. “I think she’s beginning to like it,” I gasped.

“She’s loving every fucking inch,” said Polly.”

“Oh My God!” screamed the naked woman. Her fine, firm buttocks twisted and bucked beneath me. “Make me come. Oh God! Oh God! I’ve got to come! Make me come!” Her stretched, back hole tightened and froze.

I pulled back and slammed hard and deep into her one more time and shot my load in the warm depths of her bowels. I colapsed on top of her, totally wrung out.

I lay on top of those plump cheeks for a long time. Beneath me, she breathed as hard and lay as limp as me. She was still a long time before moving.

“Well,” said Aunt Polly, “I’d say it’s time I served refreshments. “You two best get acquainted, now that you’ve come together on another plane.”

I pulled out, a plunking sound like a tight cork leaving a bottle. Ruth Eleanor left the room and walked, naked down the hall. Moments later I heard the toilet flush. The pretty lady returned, smiled girlishly, and Escort bayan Ankara maneuvered to sit beside me. In one hand she held a wet wash cloth. She placed a well manicured, scarlet nailed hand on my naked thigh. “Let’s clean that nasty thing up a bit. . .”

The moist cloth, evidently rung out in hot water was soothing to my somewhat deflated pecker.

She massaged my organ gently, lay the cloth aside and bent to give the head a light kiss. “I think after that fine treatment, Doctor we should be on a first name basis, don’t you, Jay?” Her attitude had changed completely.

“That would be nice.”

Ruth Eleanor turned to me. “Promise you’ll never tell Paul.”

“I won’t.”

“You’re good friends, you two, aren’t you?”

“I think so.”

“And you tell each other things?”

“Sometimes.”

“And you do all the things that boys do when they are by themselves?”

I shrugged.

She reached over and grabbed my root and moved the skin up and down. “I suppose he’s seen this thing get hard and I guess you’ve seen his.”

“I reckon.”

“Is his as big and long as yours when it’s hard?”

“He’s a lot longer than me, Maybe not so big around.”

Ruth Eleanor got a far away look in her eye. “Just the way I remember his father.”

“Paul never mentions him.”

“Paul wouldn’t remember him. He was not quite two when his daddy left town with another man and I never saw him again.”

“That’s a shame.”

Ruth Eleanor kept her hand moving on my boner. “Has Paul done this for you?”

I nodded.

“You certainly not gay.”

“No.”

“Do you think Paul is?”

“Maybe he’s just shy,”

“Too bad I’m his mother. I might make an upstanding man of him like I do you.”

I shrugged. “Maybe. I guess that didn’t work so well with his father.”

Ruth Eleanor frowned and shook her head. “You’re right.”

“I don’t think we should talk about Paul when he isn’t here.” I looked at the woman and was again struck by how pretty she was. I could not believe that minutes before I had been lodged firmly in her ass. “I promised not to tell him about what you and me did. I guess I shouldn’t talk about Paul.”

She nodded. “That’s fair. I want you to know I wouldn’t hold it against either of you if I was to find out that Paul did things to you.

“I think Paul might be upset if he knew I was doing his mama.”

Ruth Eleanor bent and took me in her mouth and pressed down until her nose was in the curly hairs of my crotch.

“That’s nice.”

She raised her head. “Nice what?”

“That’s nice, Ruth Eleanor.”

“Friends?”

I nodded.

“For a long time I’ve fantasized being taken back there by force. Of course I confessed it to Polly one night when we were at it.”

“And she promised I would fulfill your wishes?”

Ruth Eleanor chuckled evilly. “You filled more than that.”

“I plugged your butt.”

“Completely.”

“Of course you and Aunt Polly have been doing each other with that brush handle,” I accused.

“Now how could you know that?”

“It was so handy, and the baby oil was there too. It fits.”

She reached between my legs and cupped my balls, “Polly was right. We won’t keep many secrets from each other.” Her hand caressed me. “Has she told you anything about us?”

“She admitted she and a friend do things for each other.”

I caressed the smooth thigh and trailed my fingers upward to the wiry ringlets clustered about the deep crease, where pink lips, glossy and moist, revealed themselves. I tested the slickness then brought the finger to my lips.

Ruth Eleanor smiled. “Do I taste good?”

“Like fresh pussy.”

“You like?”

“Very much.”

Ruth Eleanor giggled again. “Oh God. If your mother knew she’d kill me.”

“Paul might be unhappy too.”

Polly entered with a tray holding three ice filled glasses and a pitcher of a rum based concoction that tasted like lemonade. “Well I’d say no one in this room will breathe a word of what goes on to anyone.”

“Mom wouldn’t believe Ruth Eleanor would do what we did.”

“How could you know that, for sure?”

“I never would have believed it. You’ve come to our house for years. I always thought you were a prude.” I laughed. “Even if I did think you had the prettiest, longest legs and the nicest, rounded bottom of any lady in town.”

“Did you?”

“Always. When you came to our house I’d roll around on the floor so I could look up your dress to see if you were wearing panties.”

Ruth Eleanor smiled. “Was I?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know. I never saw much above your stocking tops but I loved seeing all that pretty white skin.”

“Then what happened?”

“I got a hard-on.”

Ruth Eleanor smiled. “For me? How sweet.”

My fingers explored her pussy. She parted her legs to allow better access. “I always thought you were really built.”

“What would you have done if you had seen that I didn’t wear panties.”

“Don’t you?”

“Sometimes I don’t,” she confessed.

“If I’d seen your pussy, Bayan escort Ankara I probably would never have stopped jerking off.”

“Do you do that a lot?”

“I used to.”

“He doesn’t need to anymore,” said Polly. He’s found places to bury that pretty boner that works nicer than his fist.”

I smiled in agreement. “A lot better.”

Polly filled the glasses and passed them around. “Playing doctor is a wonderful way of breaking the ice,” said the older woman, Don’t you think, Ruth Eleanor?

Ruth Eleanor sipped from her glass. “My tender tail is tingling. I must admit I can still feel that whopper up there.”

“I sat very carefully the day after our young man gave me the back door treatment,” sighed Polly. “He reamed me out good. And we have been riding that silly brush handle for months.” “A hard cock is much better,” admitted Ruth Eleanor. She shook her head. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a live one.”

Polly took her place on the other side of me. She still wore her short robe, though it was not closed in front and revealed her salt and pepper pussy patch. I put an arm around her and squeezed her breast through the silk material. “Why don’t you take it off?” I whispered.

“With Ruth Eleanor’s sexy boobs on display you won’t want to fool with mine.”

“You’ve got good tits. A nice mouthful. Who needs more?”

“And big nipples,” said Ruth Eleanor, “she knows how to use.”

“Is that so.”

“Now I didn’t think you’d mention that,” protested Polly, but she slipped out of her robe and revealed her pert breasts. The hardened nipples pointed outward.

“What does she do?” I asked.

“Show him,” said Ruth Eleanor.

“We’ll have to kiss some to get me going.”

“Of course.” Ruth Eleanor stood, took her friend’s hand and urged her to her feet. They both knelt, then sank to the floor. Ruth Eleanor parted her friend’s legs and planted a kiss on her pussy lips, then ran her tongue up the groove to the small protuberance at the cunt’s upper reaches.

Polly moaned. “So good.”

Ruth Eleanor lay back and pulled the older woman’s hips atop her to bury her face in the hairy space between plump legs.

Polly bent forward. Soon the women were licking and tonguing each other’s grooves. There was a lot of threshing around accompanied by much moaning. They rolled to their sides and Polly slipped down until her breast touched the slick gash of Ruth Eleanor’s pussy. With pudgy fingers, she manipulated her extended nipple within the lips and roiled it around the extended clit until the younger woman screamed and colapsed, breathing heavily.

Polly looked up and smiled. “I do believe that we’ve afflicted our young doctor with another hard-on.”

“You’ll have to take care of that swelling,” gasped Ruth Eleanor. “I’ve come to a frazzle.”

I slipped to the floor and took the older woman in my arms. “Wanta fuck?” I whispered.”

“Slam it to me, big boy. Give me all the hard meat you got.”

I entered with one, long, steady stroke.

“You hit botton, for sure” gasped Polly.

“Do her good,” said Ruth Eleanor. “Give her some long strokes so I can watch it slide in and out. I want to see Polly really get fucked.”

“I saw you get ass reamed,” panted Polly. “Now, let’s hear you talk dirty. I told Jay I learned all my nasty talk from you.”

“Cram her cunt with cock,” urged Ruth Eleanor. “Make her twat twitch.”

“He’s doing that,” gasped Polly. “This kid screws like a demon.”

“I like fucking pussy,” I gasped.

“Even old gray pussy,” gasped Polly, her hips gyrating wildly under me.

“And assholes,” prompted Ruth Eleanor, “The boy plugs an asshole with the best.”

“I loved yours,” I breathed heavily, “It was so tight.”

“I heard no bitching about mine being loose,” wheezed Polly, “You liked cornholing my dirt chute just fine.”

“I did. I did. No complaints.”

“How long do you figure you’re going to hold out doing two horny old gals like us?” asked Ruth Eleanor.

I was panting and on the verge of losing my load. “I know I’ll be finished for a while when Polly gets her tank filled.”

“Shoot that sticky goo to me,” moaned Polly, “this old gal wants all you can pump.”

“What oozes out, I’ll clean up,” said Ruth Eleanor. “I don’t aim on a drop of that man-dew going to waste.” She crawled over to us and began spanking my bare ass, not hard, but enough to make it sting.

That took me over the hump and I shot my load into the older woman. Polly wrapped her plump little legs around me and forced up her middle. She scrunched that hairy pussy as tight as she could against the root of my cock and ground out her come while my cock was throbbing and shooting the joy juice deep inside her.

***

After resting a few minutes and sipping our drinks, Ruth Eleanor turned to me. “Did you like me warming your bottom while you were porking Polly.”

“It stung some,” I confessed, “but I think it made me shoot harder.”

“I’m sure it did,” said Polly. “I felt every throb when that cannon went off.”

“You reddened my ass,” said Ruth Eleanor, “I’d like a shot at tanning yours. I’d love to warm a young man’s hard buns.”

“Go on,” urged Polly, “let her. She’s heated mine more than once.”

“You’ve laid it on me pretty good, too,” reminded Ruth Eleanor.

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For as far back as I can remember, my family would visit my Aunt Abby every year during the summer. We would usually stay for a week or two and I always had a great time. She had married my mom’s brother the year I was born. I don’t remember him because he passed away only a few years later.

My parents continued to keep Aunt Abby close to their hearts and an important part of my life. I really loved her. She was my favorite aunt. My last few years of high school I didn’t go with my parents to see her, electing to stay home and fool around with friends. I was now ending my first year of college and knew that I should visit her this year. Scheduling problems with finals made it impossible to go with my parents so I made plans to visit her on my own the following week.

She told me that she couldn’t wait to see me and catch up on what she had missed in my life. Aunt Abby lived in a very exclusive area; big homes with lots of property. The weatherman had predicted a heat wave this week and for once he was right. Aunt Abby had a large pool I couldn’t wait to use it. When I pulled into her driveway I saw her open her front door and wait for me to get my suitcase and come to the door. She opened the screen door and ran to greet me on the walk. She was wearing a pair of very short shorts, a halter-top and no shoes.

“Welcome back Kevin,” she said. ” I’m so happy to see you again. Put that bag down and give your Aunt Abby a hug.”

I put my stuff down and we hugged and kissed each other on the cheek. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it,” I said.

“It sure has,” she replied. “Stand back and let me look at you. My how you’ve grown. You’ve turned into a real man. The last time I saw you, you only came up to here.” She held out her arm to show how tall I had been. “Now you’re taller than me.”

“I guess I have done a lot of growing these past few years,” I said. “You haven’t changed a bit. You look like the last time I saw you.” This was very true. Aunt Abby was the same age as my mother but looked about 20 years younger. Standing there, dressed as she was, she could have passed for one of my classmates in college. She smiled widely, blushed and said, “Thank you very much. I try to stay in shape. I still swim laps in the pool everyday. I guess that has helped a lot.”

“I guess it has,” I answered. “Because of you I’m on the swim team at school.”

“That’s great! Come on inside and we’ll get you settled in.” I followed her to my room and as I did I noticed how short her shorts really were. The cheeks of her ass were peeking out of the bottom as she walked. Each side would appear and disappear with the motion of her hips. Her back and legs showed the developed muscles form her daily swims. Her blond hair was cut short making her neck seem very long. I could smell the perfume she had worn since I could remember.

“Put your stuff in this room,” she told me. “When you get set, come outside to the patio where we can talk.” As she turned and left I couldn’t help but stare at her fine ass again. I put my clothes away and got into my swim trunks. It was hot and I wanted to use her pool to cool off. As I came to the sliders that led outside I could see my aunt by the portable bar she had out there. She had some music on and she was dancing by herself. She had her back to the door and wasn’t aware I was looking. She was making moves like an exotic dancer.

Her body swayed like a snake showing how limber she was. I watched as she bent over and was able to place the palms of her hands flat to the ground. Her shorts rode up as high as they could, the edges inching there way towards her crack. I couldn’t see any panties because she wasn’t wearing any. I could feel my cock start to get bigger so I backed away from the door until I could come out without her noticing. When I felt safe, I made some noise and went out.

She invited me to the bar and offered me a drink. We both had a beer and went to sit on a pair of lounge chairs that faced each other. As we talked she shifted her position and I could see that her dance movements from before had pushed her shorts into the slit of her pussy. They didn’t go in deep but the depression was obvious. The two mounds created by her cunt were smooth and even. Ankara escort I felt my dick start to grow again and quickly covered it with my hands and the bottle of beer.

I raised my knees up to try to give me more cover before realizing that I was now giving my aunt a good view of where I kept my balls. I slowly put one leg down and tried to control myself. She asked me if I wanted another drink and I said yes. She got up and as she did she spread her legs very wide. The material of the shorts between her legs flattened out but then quickly dove deeper into her pussy. A very distinct line was now visible as she walked towards me. She stood over me and asked, “Are you finished with that one?”

“It’s gotten warm,” I answered. “Could I have a cold one?”

“Sure, no problem.” She turned and I quickly placed my hard dick up on my stomach and used my waistband to keep it down. As she walked away I noticed her reach her fingers up between her legs and pull her shorts out from her snatch. When she returned with my beer, her shorts were neat but I noticed a slight darkness to their color right where they had been inside of her. She handed me my beer and I swear I could smell her as her hand came close to my face. This time she sat in a different chair and crossed her legs. To my relief my dick began to return to its normal shape but I could feel a wet spot where the hole of my pecker had been.

We talked for a while, reminiscing about old times. She asked, “Do you have any girlfriends?” I said. “No one really. Believe it or not there aren’t too many good ones out there. I thought that when I got to college there would be hundreds of good looking ones to pick from but most of them are taken. If I could meet one like you I would be very happy.”

“Why thank you Kevin. Who knows, you might find someone like me faster than you think. I see you have your trunks on. Let’s go for a swim.”

“I’d love to Aunt Abby.” She looked me in the eyes, smiled and said, “You can stop calling me Aunt Abby. Abby will do just fine. You make me feel as old as your mother when you say that.” We both laughed out loud and I said, “Ok. Abby it is for the rest of the week.” She said, “I bought a new bathing suit last week. I’ll go put it on and I’ll meet you at the pool.” She went inside to change and I headed for the pool.

Her back yard was very secluded. The boundary was outlined with tall thick pines. Her neighbors couldn’t see or hear anything that happened here. I got in her pool and started to do some slow laps. I never noticed Abby return until I finished and took my head out of the water. She was standing at the edge of the pool right above where I had stopped. I looked up and saw her standing with one hand behind her head and the other on the hip that she had thrown out to one side, her knee bent and the heel of that leg lifted off the ground.

She was posing in the smallest bikini I could remember seeing. It was white. The bra barely covered her tits. I could see the milky, white, skin which had always been covered in her other suits. Her nipples were hard. The panty covered a little bit more than the top did but that wasn’t saying much. “Well. How do you like it?” she asked. “I know it’s small but I thought, I’ve got the body so why not show it.” She was right. Time had only made Abby better. She had a body that many women would die for. Her body was toned and firm from swimming so much.

I said to her, “I like it very much. You look very sexy.” She smiled at me and then dove into the water right over my head. I turned and she came up just behind me cursing. “Damn bra. I thought this might happen.” She stood up facing me and I saw that her tits had fallen out. They were perfectly round, standing firmly in place. Her hard nipples stood out erect, drops of water rolling down her tits and dripping from them. I watched as she cupped each breast in her hand and gently repositioned them into her suit. She smiled at me and said, “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell mom,” I replied. She let what I said sink in and then she burst out laughing. I laughed too and then watched her go onto her back and float away. Her tits spread out upon her chest, nipples pointing skyward. The water made her suit more Ankara escort bayan revealing and I could the dark line between her legs where her pussy was. We floated around for a while and then she asked, “Are you up to a race with Abby?” I said, “Sure, but I know who the winner will be.”

“We’ll see about that,” she said. “How many laps can the college man do?” We agreed to swim the length of the pool three times. She had always won when I was younger but I knew she couldn’t keep up with me now. She counted down to the start and off we went. She kept up with me for the first two laps. On the final lap I was ahead by a couple of feet when suddenly I felt something. Abby had gotten close to me and grabbed hold of my trunks.

With one strong yank she had pulled them down around my knees. As I struggled to pull them back up Abby swam for the edge. When I finally broke to the surface she was at the end with her arms in the air, laughing and yelling, “I won, I won.” I swam towards her yelling back, “You cheated. That wasn’t fair. You cheated.”

She continued to proclaim her victory as I came closer. She backed away laughing and pointing at me saying, “Loser, loser. I won. I won.” I reached for her and she made for the ladder, laughing all the way. She was climbing out when I got to her and grabbed her ankle. She let out a wild scream, never stopping from laughing. I yanked and she fell back into the pool screaming out even louder. She struggled to get away but I was stronger.

As we fought I put my arm around her and grabbed hold of her. My hand had found its way underneath her bra and I had a firm hold of her tit. It felt as good as it looked. I could feel her hard nipple pressing against the palm of my hand. I held on tight and brought my other hand around her body. I could feel her hipbone where the panties of her suit were barely staying on. I brought my hand down and felt the tendon that ran down from her crotch to her inner thigh. She struggled more and twisted away from me. She tried to swim away, still laughing, but I caught her again. This time when I reached out my right hand grabbed onto her upper inside thigh again. I reached with my other hand and held onto the cheek of her ass.

She broke free and I lunged for her again. This time my right hand went further. My fingers slid just under her panties and I could feel the hairs that covered her cunt. She twisted again, broke free and swam for safety. Still laughing she reached the edge of the pool and lifted herself up. I watched as her ass rose from the water. Her suit had crawled up deep inside the cheeks of her firm butt. She turned and sat on the edge facing me. I watched as the tit, which I had held in my hand, bounced up and down as she laughed. This time she didn’t bother to cover it up. Instead, she reached behind her neck, undid the knot, took it off and said, “Damn bra,” and laughed some more. She leaned towards me and asked, “Well, did you have fun, loser?”

Her tits were hanging right in front of my nose but that didn’t bother Abby. I looked into her eyes and said, ” You cheated.” She threw her head back and squealed with delight. She lifted her legs out of the pool, grabbed her knees and rolled onto her back. The panties of her suit were now drawn up deep inside of her cunt. The lips of her pussy were now bulging out on either side of her crack like little mounds, daring me to touch them. Her ass was round and firm, the drops of water shining in the sunlight. She finally sat back up and rested her chin on her knees. I put my hands on her feet and asked, “What other tricks do you have planned?”

“Follow me and find out,” she said. She got up and I followed her inside. I watched as the water dripped from between her legs. I followed her up the stairs, reaching out and feeling her ass as it moved in front of me.

“Go a little further,” she told me and I pushed my fingers under her panties and felt for the opening of her cunt. It was very wet and the slipperiness told me that it was more than pool water that I felt. As I kept my hand there, Abby was able to spread her legs so that I could reach further. I felt for her slit and spread her lips apart with my fingers. I slid two fingers into her and felt the heat coming Escort Ankara from inside. She took me to her bedroom then turned to face me.

“If you take them off for me it will be much easier.” I slid her panties off and she helped me with my trunks. We stood facing each other and she moved towards me to kiss. My hard dick was pointing straight at her, jabbing her. She grabbed my hard cock and proceeded to lift one leg up and rest it on my hip. She then pushed my dick up inside her wet pussy. It slid in with no problem. She then put her arms around my neck and kissed me. “Aunt Abby couldn’t do this to you but Abby can.” She pushed her tongue deep inside my mouth and moaned with pleasure.

She pulled her lips from mine and said, “Why don’t you see how the rest of Abby tastes.” She pulled her pussy off of my throbbing cock and went to lie down. She took a pillow from the head of the bed and positioned it under her hips. She spread her legs as wide as she could, reached down between her legs, and spread the lips of her pussy. She said to me, “I know that you’ve been wondering what I taste like ever since those beers on the patio. The show I put on for you there was to prepare you for this. Did you like the way my pants filled the crack of my pussy? Now you can fill me with your tongue. Come on Kevin. Eat me.”

I went to her to do as she said. She knew I wanted to taste her badly. I looked at her pussy and saw how wet she really was. I smelled her sweetness just as I had when she handed me the beer. I could see her juices pooling up in the folds of her cunt. I watched as it grew in one spot, collecting, and then slowly trickled down, leaving the confines of her pussy and rolling in the direction of her asshole. I quickly lapped this juice up with my tongue before it disappeared. She tasted as sweet as she smelled. I pushed my face hard into her cunt.

She moaned and pushed back. I could feel the inside of her pussy open wider, aching to be filled by whatever was down there. Right now it was spreading for my mouth and I knew it would open even wider to accept my hard throbbing cock. I knew that when her pussy felt that it would be filled with my hot, thick cum it would open out to its limits. Abby rocked with pleasure as she felt me explore every fold and corner that had stayed hidden from this kind of pleasure for so long.

I could sense her begin to orgasm as I licked and sucked on her clit. I could feel the waves rising up from deep inside as she pushed harder against my mouth. A low moan began to come from her, building up volume with the nearing of her orgasm. Her juices ran freely as she finally came. She closed her legs on my head as I continued to let my tongue work on her clit. She went on and on, thrusting her hips into the air, rolling her body from side to side. Fluid continued to exit from her pussy even after her orgasm had begun to subside. She reached down and pulled my face from her wet cunt. She looked down at me and said, “We aren’t done with Abby yet, are we?”

“No, I’m not done with Abby yet. However, I’m pretty sure that I’ll never visit Aunt Abby again.” She smiled at me knowing what I meant. The aunt of my younger years was gone. She had been replaced by the woman that was in bed with me now. The new Abby had a fire that burned inside of her and wanted me to satisfy her. She held out her arms and invited me to put my cock into her. I slid into her with ease. She was so wet it seemed as if we were still in the pool. Her legs opened wide as we both headed towards orgasm. She looked at me and said nothing as her body once again began to vibrate all over as she came and came.

As my hot cum exploded deep inside her cunt, she cried out with pleasure. Her steamy juices and my thick hot cum poured out of her hole and onto the pillow under her hips. It ran down over her asshole and as it did another wave of orgasm went through her body. When her body had finally finished bringing her such pleasure we lay together exhausted. She held and kissed me as my hard cock finally softened even though I was still inside of her. She said, “Thank you. I’ve needed to feel this way for a long time. When I knew you would be coming here alone I prayed that this would happen. You know you’re my favorite nephew.”

“If I didn’t know before, I sure know now,” I said. I stayed for an additional week and transferred to a nearby college so that I could stay with her for the next three years. Maybe I’ll go to graduate school!

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