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Damn it! Which shoes should I wear? I must have at least 40 pairs of heels — maybe I’ll try the green ones. I was so glad that David called. Even though it’s way later than I expected, I was afraid he had stood me up, so it was a relief to hear his voice and have him invite me out for pie.

I already had a dress on, one with a nice, snug fitting bodice and just short enough to cover the merchandise, but long enough to get away with in a business meeting. I know I always look good in black, and the crème colored top with black piping looks great with my long, dark hair and totally accents my big boobs. He’ll never be able to resist me.

Ok, Bobby, we’ve been over this before. I told you I was going out for pie with a friend, and that I would be back later. No, your pouting isn’t going to stop me. Damn it, grow up! Bye. Now if the car will only start. Good. Oh, this is going to be fun. I can’t wait! Seems like I’m always waiting for some man to do this or that or just get off the dime. I am so glad David called!

Geez, this is a dark parking lot. You would think a national pancake restaurant chain could afford a light or two. Not my problem tonight. Oh there he is! Will he kiss me hello, or just hug? Just a hug — well, we shall see.

He looks so cute sitting across the table from me. I know it’s late, and he’s a lot older than me, and probably tired, but he’s not showing it. God I love talking with him. It’s so nice to find a man that can stay up with me, although I have to admit I love it when he gets distracted by my cleavage. So we’ll get some pie. Since we all know what putting your fingers in a warm apple pie feels like, I’ll bet apple is his favorite. Oh my god, it is! Funny that it’s mine, too.

His touch feels divine. I wondered how long it would take him to hold my hand. Makes my pussy wet just feeling his touch. I wonder how he does that? Is it just me, or is there something about him that just makes me wet to see him and feel his arms around me or his hand in mine? God, we haven’t even had sex yet, and he makes me feel like we have been fucking for years!

He eats this pie like he’s eating pussy. I can tell he loves it, he’s savoring every bite, mixing a little pie with ice cream, chasing it with milk — milk with ice in it. I love that! What is wrong with me? I’m married — to Bobby — and I feel like I’m about to lose my virginity!

It’s two o’clock already? They’re kicking us out of the restaurant? We’ve only been here two and a half hours? Yeah, I guess they do have to clean up for the five o’clock opening. That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard, closing for three hours in the middle of the night. Might as well stay open and clean around people. Isn’t that what grocery stores do?

So he drives an old Mercedes — my god, these seats are huge. I could have a lot of fun in the back seat of one of these. What’s this — David is turning on his laptop to show me a picture of his girlfriend. That’s using the term loosely, but I’m not sure what else you would call her. She’s not really an ex, but not really his girlfriend, either. Maybe fuck buddies works best in the circumstances. There’s her picture — she’s beautiful. I can see why he can’t let her go. I could totally get together with her, especially knowing how sexual she is. He just told me they started fucking again two weeks ago. I think it’s been six months, and now they have started up again. And she’s engaged? Holy shit! Oh, and her fiancé is a submissive, and he is thrilled and horrified that she is şişli escort fucking David, but it gets him off.

So the two of them go and fuck in the bedroom while the doctor waits in the living room, listening, keeping an eye out for the kids. And then he comes in, and she makes him clean her up! Wow!

Now he’s telling me about last weekend…his FB went to New York with her fiancé to spend some time with his family, and David went and had a little fun with her sister and boss? So the FB’s friend has a little store, and FB and her sister and the friend all work there. The sister and the friend make out all the time, and ignore the store and its customers.

So David, ever the opportunist, goes over there just as the store is about to close and is getting all chummy with the two of them. He is rubbing their asses and crotches, and before you know it, he has taken off the friend’s bra and has his hand up her shirt. She’s loving it, and puts up no resistance when he lifts her shirt and begins sucking on her nipples.

They lock the door and all three drop trou and begin masturbating for each other. It’s pretty hot, and after a little banging they are satisfied and leave. No one has been fucked, but the store still smells like sex.

David tells me he will be picking up the FB and her fiancé from the airport, so I ask him to do me a favor. I want him to make her suck him off while they drive home and the fiancé watches. He said he would go one better, and says he will call me so I can listen. I tell him I will be at work, but he says they will do it anyway and it will be on my messages. God, I can’t believe the friends he has. I am so jealous!

I am so wet I can’t believe it. I think my dress is getting wet. It’s already after three a.m. We talk about sex, about my husband who I adore but many times hate, about the church, about sex, about positions, about work, about families, about just about everything. Somehow it always feels sexual. I don’t know what it is about this man, but I like it. Maybe he’s just a sexual guy.

The sunroof is open, the windows are down, and a little streetlight and a little moonlight are streaming in. There’s a voice outside, and with a shock I realize that it’s a cop. He asks David to step out of the car and takes him out of earshot. Another cop materializes at my door and starts asking me questions. I get out of the car as well and see that there are four cops surrounding us. What the hell?

They want to know if I am here against my will. They want to know if David has harmed me or forced me to do anything. Of course, all we have been doing is talking and looking at some harmless photos, so nothing illegal has been happening. God thing! So they question David for about 15 minutes, and keep asking him the same questions over and over, and eventually I guess they get bored with the answers, so they let us get back in the car and tell us to leave. I have to pee so bad my tongue is floating, and I tell David as we are driving out.

We pull into the local Fairfield Inn hotel, and make straight for the lobby. He asks where the restrooms are, and I head to it. David also did, and we wind up coming out together. We walk back to the lobby holding hands, and it’s divine. I wiped my pussy dry after I peed, but already I can feel my juices starting to drip out again. We stop at the front desk and chat up the clerk for a bit, and I move over closer to David, rubbing up against him in as sexual a way as I can. Pretty quickly his hand is on my ass, rubbing, çapa escort squeezing and kneading.

Soon he is standing behind me and I can feel his hard cock pressing into my ass. He thrusts against me, and it’s all I can do to keep myself together. His hands reach around and fondle my tummy, and just below the counter, out of the clerk’s line of vision, he is rubbing my crotch over my skirt. And then, in clear sight of the clerk, his hand is on my breast, and all three of us are gasping for breath.

I can feel his hand slip under my skirt and lift it up, and before I know it, his hand is on my bare ass under my scanty panties. His hands roam my ass, and then around my tummy to my pussy, and he can feel my almost bald pussy. Just this morning I shaved it into a “landing strip” just for him since I know how much he likes that. I wink at the clerk, then slip my own hand under my skirt and right into my soaked pussy. Then I take my finger and hold it over my shoulder for David to lick off, and he sucks on in ever so sensually — it feels like he is giving my finger a blow job.

He has lifted up the whole back of my skirt when I hear a zipping sound, and I can feel the warmth of his hard cock against my bare skin. I can see the clerk’s eyes — she is watching me intently — drift over to the security monitor and see my naked ass. I feel David bend his knees just a bit, and I unconsciously step slightly, spreading my feet ever so much. His cock has now rubbed across my asshole and slipped between my legs, getting wet on my pussy juices as it moves against my pussy lips.

“Oh god, he is in me!” I exclaim to myself, feeling his hard cock thrust into me. I stop talking in mid-sentence, the clerk stops talking, and her jaw slowly drops as she “gets” what we are doing. David is grunting as he fucks me from behind. My hand drops to my crotch again and I start rubbing my clit.

I lean forward on the counter, oblivious to the whole world, except for the wonderful fucking that I am getting. The clerk stands up and comes to me, takes my hands in hers, and massages my hands as she watches us fuck. I become aware of her stroking my hair and my face, even reaching down to feel my tits. She turns my head to the side and kisses my cheek and tongues my ear. I feel David’s hand push mine to the side and he rubs my pussy as he slides his cock in and out of my dripping pussy.

The clerk and I are kissing, softly at first, but then her tongue presses deep into my mouth and I am sucking on it. We go back and forth, tongue fucking each other’s mouths and faces. She takes my finger, covered with my cum, and sucks it clean. I feel this incredible pressure in my pussy, and suddenly I begin cumming, my whole body spasming and throbbing, squeezing David’s cock and sucking the Clerk’s tongue, and then I pass out.

I come to on the sofa in the lobby. David is holding me and caressing me. The clerk has taken off my panties and is licking my inner thighs, cleaning all my cum and pussy juice from them. When she feels me awaken, she smiles at me and dives into my pussy. She eats me for a few minutes while David and I kiss, and then we change positions. I get on my hand and knees on the sofa, and David takes me doggy style. The clerk has removed her pants and crawls under me. She starts licking my pussy again, and I look down and see her legs spread and her pussy under my face, begging to be licked.

I have never tasted pussy besides my own before, and I want to taste hers badly. I lower my face to her mound, and fındıkzade escort extend my tongue. She rolls her hips up, and her pussy fills my mouth. I suck deeply and then start licking and sucking her. I suck her clit, roll it I my tongue and make it hard. I tongue her pussy, sliding it in as far as I can make it go. And then I lick down her perineum and to asshole, and rim her good.

David has started fucking me very hard, and with the clerk’s eating me out, I can feel another orgasm building. Just then I feel David’s cock pull out of my cunt and the tip of it nosing against my asshole. I have never had anal sex and am afraid of it. Yet my body presses back against him, and the lube from my pussy lets his cock slide in. He stops when the head of his cock is just inside my asshole ring, and he waits there for a minute to let me get used to it.

My orgasm continues to build from deep inside me, and then I feel it expand to a point where I can’t stop it. David starts fucking my ass, and my orgasm strikes, rolling over me, shaking me, engulfing my body in waves of pleasure and ecstasy. I scream out in pleasure. I quiver, I shake and cum and cum. My ass is on fire and it’s exploding with unbelievably exquisite pleasure, and he keeps pumping my ass. Then I feel it — that hot stream of cum fill me up. He groans and groans with pleasure, fucking me and filling me up.

David and I are cuddling now on the sofa, and the clerk has licked his cock clean, and shared some of the taste with me. She is now cleaning up my ass, and I love how her tongue feels on it, and how it feels to have her lap up his cum from my ass. Her work has his cock getting hard again, but I want it for myself. I tell her thanks for the fun, and that we will be back soon to have more fun with her. She says that she can hardly wait.

We walk out to the car, parked under a streetlight, and I sit on the trunk with my legs parted. “Fuck me, please,” I ask. Then I beg, “Fuck me now, please. Please fuck me again.” David comes to me and stands between my knees. He takes my face in his strong hands once again and kisses, softly at first, then deeply. I unzip his fly and find his cock hard and ready. I pull on it and he steps closer, and then he is inside me again.

“Oh god,” I sigh, “Oh god, you feel so fucking good. Fuck me again. Fuck me hard. Make me cum again.” And he does! He strokes his cock in and out of me, taking me and filling me then leaving me empty, then filling me once again. God I love how you fuck me. I didn’t know what I was missing. I start rubbing my clit while he is fucking me, and it feels so wonderful. Now I am cumming again, pleasure overflowing, intensity exploding out from my full pussy to my whole body, pleasure so strong on convulse and cry out in ecstasy.

He’s telling me he is about to cum, and I want it for myself. I slip off the trunk and onto my knees and take his cock into my mouth. It tastes of my pussy, and is so wet and slippery. Yum. My hands are in his ass, pulling him deep into my mouth, and now I feel him tense up. A cry escapes his lips and I feel the first spurt of hot cum in my mouth. I swallow it and suck harder. He thrusts into my mouth, and with each thrust I get another shot of cum. Three, four, five, six thrusts, and his hardness breaks, and I feel his cock and his body go limp. I swallow his cum and continue sucking him gently, milking out the last drops and hearing him moan softly.

I stand up and kiss him, and we moan together, tongues softly probing and tasting, sharing our delight and intimacy. We get into the car and he takes me back to mine outside the pancake restaurant. We kiss goodnight (or is it good morning) and I drive home.

Bobby is not going to like what I have done. Tough.

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It was with a mix of apprehension and anticipation that I landed in this charming little town in the Middle East. As a young man early in his career, this was a great career opportunity. The fact that I’d be on my own with not even an acquaintance in the place added to the excitement. However, this was tempered by the cultural sensitivities of this quaint place.

I quickly realised that the country is a fascinating mix of culture and modernity. In the process, I also discovered several massage parlours that promised ultimate relaxation. It took me a few months to adjust to the pace of this town and to drum up the courage to enter such a parlour.

The parlour was located on the top floor of a busy hotel. On entering it, I was greeted by a pleasant Southeast Asian lady. She looked quite hot in her low cut blouse and deep cleavage. I tried hard to suppress my erection whilst looking at the menu. I couldn’t make up my mind and asked her to suggest something relaxing and not too vigorous.

She asked if I had a preference for the therapist’s ethnicity. They had Thai, Ethiopian as well as Indian masseuses. I decided to try the Indian. The receptionist then called out to a “Nimmi”. She said her Indian style massage was very relaxing, with a wink.

Much to my disappointment, Nimmi turned out to be a middle aged “Mallu aunty”. She had protruding front teeth, small boobs and a decidedly unattractive face. She wore an overcoat like a lab technician and did not seem to possess şişli escort the energy to massage a strong young man like me. Little did I know that what was to come during the next hour would completely change my mind about her.

The first surprise, albeit a pleasant one, was the absence of a disposable panty. I had to lie face down literally butt naked. Next, she removed her coat before starting the oil massage.

She started with my back. Her strokes were long and gentle putting me into a deep state of relaxation. During this time, she asked me about myself and made some small talk. She then poured oil at the base of my back. The oil flowed titillatingly slowly down to my butt crack. And the fun started.

She began kneading my bums, sliding her finger down my crack ever so often. It was the most heavenly feeling. As if this was not enough, she gently tickled my balls from under my bum. My penis started twitching under my belly and I almost came. She then remarked that my bottom was really soft and she was enjoying massaging it. It took all my effort to stop myself from ejaculating. I had never thought an ugly middle aged lady could make me come, and without even touching my penis!

Next came the back thighs and again she brushed her fingers in the tenderloin area regularly. I was ready to explode when she asked me to turn around.

She looked at my erect manhood and casually said that it looked like I was having a good time. I had to laugh despite my highly çapa escort aroused state.

She worked the front thighs vigorously flicking my penis once a while. After she was done, she pressed my groin for what seemed like an eternity and finally she seemed satisfied with her work. My erection had subsided by now.

She then asked if I wanted anything extra. I was too scared to say out “blow job”, so I just made the action. We agreed on a price for this and she started massaging my chest. She made circles with her tongue on my nipples and then bit it softly.

She did the same with my belly button and slowly kissed her way down to my member which was in full attention. The moment she put her warm mouth around it, my body spasmed in ecstasy. I exploded into her mouth in no time. She was surprised and spat it out on my tummy. She gave a soft laugh and asked me if it had been a long time since I had had sex. I nodded my head in shame (though in truth I was a virgin and had masturbated just the previous day!).

She offered to make me come again. I wasn’t sure of I had that in me. My penis had shrivelled and I was exhausted but her technique was just out of the world. If anybody could do it, it would be her. So I agreed but this time I asked her to do a body to body massage.

She readily agreed and stripped off her top and pyjamas. I said her panty must go too and she took it off as well. I regarded her naked body. She was an unattractive middle aged woman no doubt but both fındıkzade escort her breasts and her bum were petite and firm. She poured oil on her breasts snd belly and lay on top of me. The feeling was surreal. I could feel a heat coming off her vagina and I could feel a familiar stirring in my groin.

As she slid up and down my body, I grabbed her pert bottom and pushed myself down her breasts and belly so that my nose was level with her pussy. She was fully shaved and the oil made it glisten in a sexy way.

I thrust my nose into her vag and took in her musky scent. I started sucking it thirstily, she offered no resistance and I was lapping up her juices in no time. Her entire body was shaking in orgasm.

She eventually calmed down and took my hard penis in one hand. She gently massaged my scrotum while playing with my penis. I was moaning with pleasure when she gave a soft kiss on my penis head. I could feel an orgasm building up. She must have sensed it too for she slowed the strokes on my shaft, prolonging this. After a full minute of build up, she increased the pace of her movements and I climaxed like never before, shooting loads and loads of semen high in the air and then onto my tummy.

She gave me a gentle kiss on my lips and thanked me for bringing her to an orgasm. She said she’d never had such a vigorous climax in her life. Whether it was true or not, it sure made me even happier.

Just when I thought I had experienced every hedonistic pleasure, she softly said she does bikini waxing for men. She winked at me and said to my crotch that she’ll take good care of them.

My sexual adventures with Nimmi had just started and more exciting encounters lay in wait for me.

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This is the second installment of my fantasy of having a tool to tell me when someone is interested in sex with me and what they are interested in. In case you didn’t read the first chapter the machine is called the FU-69 and has two parts installed in the bridge of the nose and an ear lobe.

It glows various colors showing the wearer what activities people they meet are interested in. It doesn’t glow at all if there is no sexual interest or the other person is under 18. There is also a model that talks giving the user additional information and cues.

Here is the color guide sheet that came with the FU-69: Black – Wants to be taken hard even by a stranger. An over head=aggressive, T= tear off clothing R=Pseudo-rape fantasy.
Blue, Powder – Masturbation. F above head indicates her only, M=him only, S= same sex partner only, U=same sex partner does you, M=Mutual.
Blue, True – Wants tits kissed and caressed.
Brown – Butt fuck needed. T above head shows they want to be butt fucked; U shows they want to do you; and B shows they want it both ways.
Gold – want hot mutual rough sex complete with clawing and biting no limits but no scat.
Gray – Ass kissing. + Sign above head indicates wants boobs kissed too.
Green, bright – Wants to be fucked only.
Green, Dark – other oddities. F over head=sex with food; T=Tit fucking; L=Lap dance.
Lilac – oral sex. V above head=Vagina, P=Penis, S=you do same sex partner, U=same sex partner does you, M=mutual.
No color – under 18, not interested, or not in your preferences.
Orange – Spanking only T above head shows they need a spanking, U=they spank you, B=both get a spanking.
Pink – they are your baby girl or baby boy with all that conjures up.
Purple – Wants hot passionate sex around the world.
Red – BDSM. D over head=they are dominant, S=they are submissive.
Silver – heavy bondage and torture. ) normally shows as ring around red or other color).
Tan – Wants to be kissed, caressed and he held.
White – Wants a nice romantic date.
Yellow- Water sports and related kink.

The story continues:

After we exchanged contact information I left for the drive home. As I drove I thought about my life and my new gadget. In 24 hours time things had changed 180 degrees. My wife had cheated on me and we were getting divorced and I hadn’t had much luck with the ladies after being out of the dating scene for twenty years.

But now I had renewed hope of a future with plenty of sex until I found another long term relationship. Meanwhile, I planned to spend the evening just relaxing watching mindless crap on television. I called my sister who was staying with me for a couple of weeks while in town for her job to let her know I would be home in a few minutes.

To make up for the fact that I was late I stopped for a bottle or two of wine. I would have stopped for take out but I knew Diane, being the perfect house guest, would have dinner waiting on the table when I walked through the door. Sure enough she greeted me with a smile and steak and baked potatoes.

Now, Diane was a very hot lady with blonde hair and blue eyes that shimmered even in a darkened room. Some guys would find her a little heavy at 150 pounds and five foot five but her curves were in all of the right places. To put it mildly she got plenty of attention from guys who like well built woman instead of stick figures. She had a flat belly with D cup boobs and a larger meaty ass with no sagging.

I never had any unusual brotherly thought toward her; just the usual teenage stuff. But, this evening I wanted to test out the FU-69 and see how easy it was to change the colors of the images with intentional external stimulus. I figured I was safe with my sister as I didn’t want anything from her anyway. It didn’t occur to me that I was playing with fire.

As I walked in she had a faint lilac image with a “V” indicating she was thinking about having her pussy eaten. When she saw me the image disappeared altogether. But, as she took the bottles of wine a faint yellow image appeared momentarily indicating a desire for water sports but this quickly gave way to a little stronger bright green image as she just desired to fuck someone.

As we sat down to eat the images again went away but occasionally glimmers of various colors would shine for a few seconds the most prominent of which seemed to be white. Wanting to see if I could illicit a particular color I put an extra scoop of sour cream on my potato. I was hoping to make her glow dark green with an “F” over her head for sex with food.

I spilled some of the cream on my shirt and slowly and deliberately scooped it up and licked it from my finger using a lot of tongue action and moaning as I did this. I repeated this scene twice more and sure enough the second time the hoped for image appeared and Diane looked away saying nothing.

Apparently not only could the unit be used to tell if a woman wanted a particular sex act but it could also be used as a seduction tool. After dinner we were şişli escort carrying the dishes to the kitchen and I did something I had done dozens of times before. I playfully slapped her ass telling her to get out of my way.

The difference this time was that a brilliant orange image appeared for a few seconds quickly followed by a brown image. I had no more than cleared my throat when all the images disappeared again. I decided that I had succeeded in my experimentation and would just enjoy Diane’s company the rest of the evening.

We sat beside each other on my roomy couch and she picked out some show on TV that had a lot of sexual innuendo. I checked her out and she had a bright tan glow. When she looked me in the eye it faded but was still prominent. Seeing if the image would get brighter I placed my arm around her shoulder and the image warmed noticeably.

Next, I put my other hand on her knee and the up arrow began to form. By the end of the show she was leaning against me and I was caressing her lower thigh. I was about to break free of the situation when Diane spoke up. Very calmly and is if it were a typical question she asked, “I‘ve not seen much porn and I bet, knowing you, that you have some. Can I watch one of them?”

In vain I tried to deny ownership of a porn collection. But, my sister was no dummy. I brought out half a dozen titles and she picked one that I popped into the VCR. It started kind of slow setting up the thin plot line. But, before long, there was enough hot sexual action for even the most critical porn fan.

Whenever I glanced at Diane there was a bright glow around her matching the action on the screen like gray when one lady was rimming another gal’s asshole. But, the first few times she looked at me the image instantly disappeared. About a half hour into the flick the image was suddenly tan with a pronounced up arrow.

Lovingly I pulled Diane into my arms and ran my hands all over her back, thighs, and belly. Honestly, I had forgotten that she was my sister. My hand grazed the bottom of her boobs and she did nothing to pull away. I whispered, “This is pretty hot isn’t it. But those girls have nothing on you!”

Seconds later she was caressing me all over and we were smooching with my hands now cupping her D cups. I had no more than given her breasts a squeeze then the image turned powder blue with a large “M” showing flashing wildly and the audio cue saying, “Now.” I slid my hand back to her thighs.

Unceremoniously I unzipped her fly and then grabbed her hand and placed it on my zipper. Seconds later she had extracted my cock from my pants and was expertly jerking me off. My hand was working feverishly on her cunt through the silky material of her panties. Throatily she huskily whispered, “Go under my panties.”

Diane dropped my cock long enough to unfasten her pants and push them down just far enough that I could slide my hand inside of her undies and push two fingers into her steamy snatch while rubbing my thumb across her clit. We didn’t look at each other as our eyes had returned to the television transfixed by the picture while bringing each other closer and closer to hard orgasms.

As the woman in the show rode the guy cowgirl style Diane and I were moaning loudly. Diane shuddered and flooded my hand in honey about the same time as my cock erupted covering her hand in my seed. Just as I looked over at my sister the image totally disappeared and Diane’s face turned beet red with her mouth wide open.

“Oh gawd, oh fuck, we can’t do this you’re my fucking brother,” she stammered coming back to earth. I gave her a hug of understanding and she quickly got up and tried to refasten her pants. Her ass was right in front of my face. I couldn’t help myself and hugged it. In a panic she ran off to the guest bedroom.

I decided not to follow her right away to give her a moment to gather her thoughts. I sat on the couch and half watched the video. Five minutes later she came back out having changed into her conservative silky floor length nightgown. Afraid to look up at her, not knowing what to say, I spoke, welcome back sis.”

“I’m ok brother, but what we were doing was wrong,” Diane said sitting back beside me and patting my knee. Then I looked directly into her face and was utterly shocked at the image radiating from my sister. I refused momentarily to believe it. IT was a brilliant flashing gold with and up arrow. I shook my head from side to side in disbelief.

“Take her,” the audio unit spoke. My sister would do nothing about her lustful thoughts as societal taboos would prevent her from taking the final leap into incest. As the video played on I could feel my sister squirm on the couch. I was having a war in my head between my lustful thoughts and being a proper brother.

Standing up beside my sister I ripped off my clothing deciding to pay close attention to the image in case she changed her mind and didn’t want to be ravaged as the gold image indicated. Totally nude I sat down beside her. çapa escort Diane had a puzzled look on her face and could say nothing but the image was as bright as ever.

Looking her in the eyes I swallowed hard and reached out and cupped her large melons and smashed my mouth into her kissing her passionately. Diane put her arms up to fend me off. But, I ignored her struggling as the image was still burning bright and shoved her flat on her back to the couch.

Her protests quickly died as she clawed her nails deep into my back. As I nibbled and bit on her back a new kind of image appeared. The gold image remained glowing brightly but in the center of it other colors would appear in a circle indicating what particular act my sister was thinking of as part of the larger act.

I took these more as guideposts and suggestions continuing to do what felt right to me and what I was hungry for. I figured I was ok as long as the gold burnt brightly. Our pelvises ground together as I savagely bit and nibbled on her ear, neck and shoulders. Excitedly Diane cried out, “Fuck yes take me! Go ahead and rip the fucking gown and panties off. I need cock in my pussy; your fucking cock now!”

On my second attempt the material of the gown gave way and I tore straight down her belly exposing her perfect globes. IN seconds my mouth and hands were feverishly giving her tits a workout. Her hands were nearly tearing out my hair as I moaned, “Admit it sis, you’ve wanted my cock forever, haven’t you?”

“Fuck yes and I don’t expect to wait another fucking second. Get that fucking thing inside of me this fucking second,” she growled while slamming her hips up to meet mine nearly knocking me off of her. Hotter than ever I rolled off of her and reached to rip off her panties but she beat me to it. In a fit of lust she ripped the sides out of the string bikini.

As she spread her legs the material fell to the sofa revealing a very hairy but neatly trimmed blonde forest. My gawking was interrupted by my sister yanking the hell out of my arm to pull me on top of her. I gave no resistance and soon was between her legs with her hand pumping my cock, flicking it against her clit. I asked, “Are you sure?”

“Shut up and ram it in now mother fucker,” she demanded. Pulling my hips back I plunged forward burying my length into my own sister’s hot pussy. She was unbelievably tight but seemed to suck my entire length in and soon was engulfing me like a custom fit glove. Pulling back I rammed in again my balls slapping against her crotch.

“So, you want it rough, huh! Take this sis, “I moaned as I pounded her like a jackhammer. She pulled my lips to hers and kissed me wildly as she clawed my ass cheeks. Pulling myself up I smashed my hands into her tits and mauled them. The next thing I knew we were on the floor my cock still inside her with her on top.

“Bite the fuckers,” Diane ordered as she slapped her boobs against my face. Her fingers were now working on her clit as I attacked her tits. I bit, licked and sucked for all I was worth as I thrust my cock up to meet each of her pussy’s downward strokes. It didn’t take long for me to shoot massive quantities of my seed into her twat. She screamed out several times that she was cumming.

Panting she sat up and I thought we were done for the moment anyway. But, as she lifted her bottom up a bright brown image surrounded her. Diane grabbed my slimy member and arched her back and pressed the head against her butt hole. Grunting out loud she pushed down hard and my cock popped into her bowels.

Before I knew it I was butt fucking her as she rode me hard. As she rode an orange glow appeared. Without any hesitation I swatted her ass over and over. This only caused her to ride me even harder. In no time we had both cum again and collapsed to the floor arm in arm. I nursed on her boobs until we got into my bed together.

As I used the bathroom I turned off the unit and let nature take its course the rest of the night. We had fun until about 1:00 in the morning exploring each other in ways that are taboo for siblings. We ate breakfast together and agreed not to do this regularly but from time to time when the mood suited both of us we would reunite in bed. Diane also informed me that she wasn’t normally a fan of rough sex but on occasion found it refreshing.

We kissed passionately as I headed out the door for work. I made a couple of adjustments in the unit so I wouldn’t see everyone’s sexual appetite but only their appetite toward me. Over the next several days I had many exciting and interesting experiences and enjoyed every one of them. On Thursday night I did take out Julie for a romantic candlelight dinner and a bit of dancing. Periodically various dim glows surrounded my date.

When we got back to her place there was the now familiar tan glow and she asked me in for a drink. In minutes we were standing in her kitchen with my ass against the counter smooching and kissing. She pushed away and suggested that we at least sit down. After making fındıkzade escort it to the front room she pointed to the floor explaining that she liked to stretch her legs. Our smooching resumed and we chatted about things that turned us on and off.

The colors of her image seemed to change with each touch and each word. As soon as her glow turned true blue I unbuttoned her blouse slowly and helped her out of it followed quickly by her bra. Julie then slid onto my lap facing me and ran her hands through my hair as I kissed and caressed from breast to breast.

The more I kissed the lighter color of blue the image became until there was no mistaking that it had turned to baby blue. Our hands fumbled with one another’s pants until we were nude. Things proceeded much as you would expect as the image went to lilac as our breathing got heavy from playing with each other’s genitals.

Hurriedly, I moved my face between her thighs and licked her creamy pussy. Julie wrapped her small hand around my cock. Then, suddenly, the image turned from lilac to a flashing yellow with the up arrow. I had only given her clit a few swipes of my tongue when I saw the signal and decided to proclaim, “I have to piss!”

“Me, too,” Julie answered dropping my cock to the carpet. Here was the opening I needed. I moved my face near hers and smiled broadly.

“Let’s go together,” I whispered as seductively as I could muster. The yellow glow was as bright as ever and still flashing as we stood up and passionately kissed. We smooched all the way to the bathroom as she played with my ass hole and I lightly teased her piss hole. The fact was that we both did really have to urinate.

Without saying anything I guided her to her bathtub and we climbed in. Our petting and kissing grew even more feverish as I ground my thigh against her crotch. It wasn’t on my code list but a large “B” appeared in her image which I assumed meant that she wanted to both do the pissing and receive my piss as we played together.

“Let it go sexy lady,” I moaned as I bent my knees and positioned my erection directly under her pussy. The hot shower of urine caused my cock to twitch excitedly. Quickly I slid down her body as her piss covered my stomach and chest warming me up. She still had plenty left when I covered her piss hole with my mouth and greedily drank every drop. Her tangy and hot juices tasted glorious.

Standing up we kissed as she licked my lips clean of her own urine. Backing away I took aim at her body. First, I sprayed piss right in the middle of her boobs and then drew a line down to her clit and hit the bull’s eye. Stopping momentarily I gave her a moment to get onto her knees. When I resumed my flow she drank as if she was dieing of thirst.

With my bladder soon empty my date began to suck my cock until it was swollen to its full seven inches. Her tongue feverishly licked her piss from the sides. It didn’t take long for me to shoot into her skilled mouth. We spent the next couple of hours engaged in more typical activities having the time of our lives.

Friday night came around and I went out for happy hour with the usual office gang. There was a lot of flirting going on between us and with other bar patrons. But, for some reason, I wasn’t very into it. I was enjoying just sitting there sipping my Tom Collins not in a very sexual mood as I was satisfied in that regard.

But as the evening got later and later the drinks had an effect on me. A lady at the next table over and I kept exchanging glances. By then the music had started up and I looked her way again. As our eyes fixed on each other a medium bright green image surrounded her. Summoning up my courage I asked her to dance.

We danced to several songs and I found out Janet was in town for a weekend convention. They were staying in the hotel that the bar was in and were finished with their activities for the day. She was thinner than most girls I had spent time with but had sexy legs that went on forever which she showed off to full effect in the short skirt she wore.

Her tits were not large maybe B or C cup and her butt was average size. But, when you put it all together she was hotter than hell. With each beat of the music the green got a bit brighter and my own desire increased. When a slow ballad came I figured she would want to sit down but, instead she snuggled up tight against me.

Our hips were soon grinding hard into each other. Janet held me tight to the point we could not move much. I slid both of my hands to the top of her firm athletic ass caressing her. The green was blindingly bright and flashing. Gently I leaned against her cheek and nibbled on her ear lobe and whispered, I want to make love to you.”

“Be truthful, you want to fuck me, don’t you?” she replied squeezing me extra tight. Janet continued our pseudo- dance still grinding against my body. Encouraged I knew honesty was the best policy in this case.

“You caught me sexy lady; I want you so bad,” I cooed in her ear. Releasing her grip my dance partner pushed me totally free of her and then grabbed my hand and led me out of the bar stopping outside the hotel gift shop. After I confirmed that I didn’t have a condom she pushed me into the shop to buy some.

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Chapter 1

“I came by to check on you.” Pocketing his key, Elijah walked into the bedroom and froze. Anthony, his best friend and employee, lay on the bed stroking his erection, moaning softly. Elijah wasn’t positive, but it sounded like his name escaped through the full lips of the younger man.

Anthony’s eyes opened slowly. They appeared unfocused as they gazed at him. “Elijah?” he whispered, his voice unsure.

“Yeah.” He coughed. What was the proper etiquette for something like this? He turned to leave as Anthony closed his eyes and rolled to the side of the bed. Unblemished skin, the color of butterscotch covered a wide muscular back that tapered to a smaller waist and ended with full round globes. Elijah’s face heated as he stared a moment longer than appropriate at the high, smooth cheeks on display. Perfectly formed thighs and long full calves shielded the more intimate portion of Anthony’s body from him. Swallowing hard, he finally turned toward the doorway, thinking to give his friend some privacy.

“I came to check on you. Secretary said you called in sick again.” Elijah paused, not wanting to stay but afraid to leave. They’d been best friends for a long time and had recently crossed a line. It was one of those things un-discussed. “What’s…? What’s wrong?” Common decency demanded he ask since he’d come on the excuse to check on the man’s health, although his racing heart warned him the answer would be trouble.

A crude chuckle escaped Anthony’s lips. Elijah’s body responded to the sound, and he hated it. Hated the entire situation. “Talk to me, are you sick?” Fear slashed through him that Anthony was truly ill, and not avoiding everyone, especially him.

“I have a bad cold. It seems to want to stick around.” The hoarseness of his voice surprised Elijah. “I’ve been a little nauseous lately, nothing major.” A bout of wheezing shook Anthony’s body, giving lie to the words he’d just spoken. His hand rose and waved away any comment Elijah would’ve made. “Just a cough, it comes and goes.” He tucked his hands between his thighs and curled into a ball, leaving Elijah with the impression he wanted to be left alone. Well, he’d grant him the unspoken request in a minute. Right now he needed to be sure his friend had everything he needed to recover.

“What’re you taking for it?”

“I’ve got some cold meds.” This time the voice sounded bored, distant, and for some reason that hurt. “A couple of choir members brought some stuff yesterday. I’ll be okay.” He curled tighter, appearing vulnerable.

“I know you’ll be okay.” He hadn’t meant to snap, but it seemed lately, he got everything wrong. His wife wanted kids. His fear of being a worse parent than his father, Bishop Pace, kept him in a state of limbo. He wasn’t ready. His father wanted him to take the church in a certain direction. They disagreed. The result was constant friction. This attraction for his best friend came at the worst possible time. Although, when was the right time to want another man, especially when you were his boss and his Pastor?

Eyes closed, he wished he could turn back the clock before they’d acted on their feelings six weeks ago. It started with a hug, a kiss and then mind-blowing sex. How could anything that good, that intense, be wrong? Nonetheless, afterwards, they’d both felt bad and never discussed what happened that afternoon. Cheating on his wife weighed heavily on his conscience. They’d avoided being alone until today.

Elijah sat on the edge of the bed as he’d done so many times before. With their recent past between him, it seemed awkward. Years of easy-going camaraderie vanished as the reality of their actions burrowed into their minds.

“Talk to me, what’s really going on?” As much as he hated opening the door, he knew they needed to clear the air so they could move forward.

“Why should I? What difference would it make?” He cleared his throat before blowing his nose. “Just let it go. It doesn’t matter much anyway.”

Elijah watched the back of Anthony’s head. Without thinking, he stroked the soft curls, cheeks and forehead of his friends face. The slight tremor beneath his palm and hitch of breath said more than words how much his friend hurt.

“Talk to me.” He squeezed a bare shoulder. “I’m here now, what’s wrong?”

Slowly, he rolled over and gazed at Elijah with honey colored orbs. Eyes swollen and red from bouts of crying, Elijah’s hand cupped his friend’s cheek, as anguish ripped through him. His inability to honor his matrimonial vows set this bright soul on a path of suffering. Closing his eyes, he sent up a prayer for wisdom to make everything right. Removing his hand, his eyes widened as long fingers grasped his appendage, holding him in place.

“I’m in love with you.” The husky timbre slid through layers of reserve and touched Elijah’s closeted heart. It leapt Beylikdüzü escort in response as he drowned in the eyes of his closest friend. Nothing would ever be the same. They’d met in Bible School at a time when he desperately needed a friend. His father had just announced his retirement and placed his son’s name on the table to replace him in the large community church. At nineteen, he wasn’t ready to take on so much responsibility, besides there were things he wanted to experience in life before taking on that particular mantel.

He’d never played sports, or hung out with friends outside of the church. Family vacations were annual minister’s training retreats or conferences. It had been a battle to get away for Bible College, but he’d pushed until his father relented. He met Anthony his first year. Although their ministerial interests were different, Anthony’s music and Elijah’s pastoral, they had enough in common for a strong friendship.

“You’re in love with me?” It was stupid. He knew it the moment he spoke. But guys didn’t say things like that to one another. Of course, they didn’t hug or kiss, either. Anthony sat up, head down, his fingertip drew swirls on the sheet. Soft tufts of hair lay on his upper chest, Elijah glanced at the pointed pink nipples and grew warm.

“Yeah. I am. Probably have been for a while and didn’t realize it.” Shrugging, he didn’t seem concerned as the tip of his penis slid through the sheet. Elijah’s gaze slid across the room, not missing the swelling beneath the fabric. The smell of Anthony’s arousal hit him hard. Any other time, he’d joke about the man jacking off, but under the circumstances, he refrained.

“Oh.” What could he say? He was married to a wonderful woman and planned to spend the rest of his life with her. In all honesty, the sexual desire was mutual, but he refused to act on that. “How can you be sure?” He wondered at his friend’s positive attitude. Neither of them were gay in any degree. They’d gotten together that one other time, he chalked it up to being a fluke. Obviously, they didn’t see it the same.

“I’m sure. Just like I’m sure you’re in love with me.” The words dropped like a bomb in war.

Elijah jumped from the bed and stared at the crazed man. “What are you taking?” Anthony stretched out on the bed, placed his arms beneath his head and smiled. For someone who sounded like death warmed over, he seemed to have made a miraculous recovery.

“Cold medicine. Nothing too strong.” He squinted up at Elijah. “You’re in love with me, stop denying it. I’m tired of the games.”

Elijah took a large step from the bed, palms forward. He couldn’t believe this. “I’m not playing a game.” He resented the implication. “Just because you think you know what you want, doesn’t mean I want the same thing.”

Slowly, Anthony stood, lips tilted at the corner. Had he thought his eyes swollen? At half-mast, they looked sensual, alluring as he watched Elijah inch back. The movement of Anthony’s long, thick cock against his lower abdomen caught Elijah’s attention.

Using his musical talent, Anthony manipulated his voice to a Siren’s cadence to draw his resistant quarry closer to him. “Yeah, I’m horny and I want a repeat. Six weeks is a long time to wait. I tried to be patient, but you buried your feelings in the sand and never talked about what was the best night of my life.”

“I’m married.” His voice sounded weak and desperate to his own ears. The words were tossed like a life raft thrown in a dismal, drowning situation.

“You were married to Lena when we made love back then.” Naked and leaking, Anthony stood in front of him, without touching. “Don’t get me wrong. I love, Lena. She’s my closest friend, after you. I feel like crap that we cheated on her, and worse, that I still want you. That hasn’t changed.” Inhaling he stared Elijah in the eye. “But I’m in love with you. Right now, I’m feeling horny and you’ve got what I need to feel better.” Hesitantly, his hand rose and stroked Elijah’s arm. He shivered at the light contact.

Spellbound, Elijah stood silent as Anthony moved closer, placed his arms around Elijah’s neck and hugged him. Chest to chest, cock to cock, naked and fully clothed they stood silently for a space in time. Gradually, Elijah’s arm wrapped around Anthony’s waist, pulling him tight.

Why did his heart race at the sight of his best friend? God, how could he avoid this temptation when his own body turned traitor, hardening in preparation. He was a minister, and married. This attraction was wrong. Worse, he’d never felt this level of excitement for his beautiful wife.

“Just tell me. If I’m wrong, tell me, and I’ll let it go.” Anthony’s voice reached him. “All I ask is that you’re honest with me.”

Moments passed. “No you’re not wrong. I-I do love you.” Hearing Anthony’s sigh of relief, he hastened to add. “It doesn’t mean anything.” He pushed him away, regretting the Beylikdüzü escort broken connection. “Can’t mean anything. Nothing more will happen.” His eyes pleaded to his friend for help. Help to remain strong in the face of this unnatural attraction. Anthony backed up and lay on the bed, fingertips grazing his chest. He didn’t speak, he simply watched him.

Coughing to cover his uneasiness, Elijah walked to the door, knowing if he didn’t leave now, there’d be no turning back. Anthony’s voice stopped him.

“Could you bring me a glass of juice, please?” Without facing him, Elijah nodded and headed for the kitchen. He’d been in this apartment a million times, but today, it felt different. It was as if the walls breathed secrets. As impossible as it seemed, he was in love with two people. Lena, his wife of five years, and his best friend, lying in the back room sick.

Loving Anthony was a major complication he didn’t need. However, not loving Anthony wasn’t a viable option now. How could he survive without his best friend? The man kept him going through a myriad of rough and stormy days he encountered as pastor. When Elijah knew he’d messed up his sermon or counseling, Anthony calmed and reassured him scripturally he was on good ground. He turned to Anthony when life became burdensome because he didn’t want to appear weak in front of his wife or church family. Ever since he returned from Bible School, Anthony had been the steel in his back navigating him through treacherous territory, keeping him focused, and strong. He hadn’t realized when their relationship changed, but it had.

Returning he gave his friend the glass of juice and walked to the living room to think.

“You okay?” Anthony had followed and sat next to him. Elijah nodded as the natural musky scent of his friend teased his nostrils through the boxers he’d thrown on. This was not good.

“Just thinking.” He managed to get out pass the rising heat of his face.

“Look, I don’t want to stress you. Forget I said anything.” Anthony rose. Elijah grabbed his hand, and pulled him back down. It amazed Elijah how a man like Anthony could be in love with him. Women always went after his best friend. He’d had to talk to Anthony about screwing around with so many of the women in the church. For some reason they fell in love with his light brown eyes and high yellow complexion. He reminded Elijah of Ron, without the glasses, from the old Cosby sitcom, “It’s a Different World.”

“I can’t forget what you said. Obviously, you’ve thought about this a lot. It’s affecting your job and the church. So we have to deal with it, okay?” He squeezed Anthony’s hand before releasing it.

Anthony smiled and leaned forward. “Okay.” His lips grazed Elijah’s jaw. Fire raced through Elijah at the light touch. This raw need had been missing from his relationship with Lena. He loved her, but their sex life was mediocre at best. Hands down it was his fault. He’d sensed her frustration and backed off, many nights he slept in another room rather than see her disappointment.

Anthony turned his face to receive another kiss. This time Elijah accepted the questing lips, the slip of the tongue and heated embrace. Within moments, he was lost to the ecstasy of being with his love.

“I love you,” Anthony said falling to his knees while opening his pants.

“Love you, too.” His breaths came in spurts. His body tensed in preparation of the wonder of Anthony’s mouth. Elijah sighed at the euphoric feelings sprinting through his body.

“So good.” His fingertips stroked the wavy hair that bobbed in front of him. He’d tasted Anthony the last time and hoped he’d get a chance again. Just as he was on the edge, Anthony stopped and leered up at him. Pulling him up, he kissed him hard. Anthony took his hand and walked into the bedroom. Elijah eyed the high round ass cheeks with a hunger that surprised him.

“Let me.” Anthony undressed Elijah while placing kisses all over his cheek and neck. Heat and desire swamped him to the point his thoughts were all over the place. He couldn’t remember why this wasn’t a good idea.

“I’m glad you still wear this.” Anthony tapped the diamond studded cross he’d given Elijah a year before he met Lena.

“Why wouldn’t I wear it?” He frowned, glancing at the jewelry. Anthony shrugged and continued undressing him.

“Come here.” Anthony pulled him toward the bed, pushed him down and lay on top. Wiggling his erection against Elijah’s hardened one; he smiled at the face Elijah made. More like a grimace of pleasure.

Elijah grabbed and kissed Anthony. Tongues tangled, hands roamed, teased and inflamed flesh. He couldn’t think past the rising heat in his groin. As many times as he’d preached against allowing your smaller head to lead you down a path you know you shouldn’t go, he’d fallen victim himself. No way would he stop. Understanding dawned in a way it’d never hit before. Escort Beylikdüzü Sometimes you just let yourself go with the flow, even when you think it’s wrong. He wanted to smile as Anthony placed the rubber on his hard erection. His lover wasn’t taking any chances that he’d bolt. He watched as the man lubed his own hole in preparation. The sexy maneuver made him hard as nails. Elijah drew the line when Anthony tried to sit on him.

“Hands and knees.” Anthony smiled in anticipation while getting in position. Gently, Elijah pushed forward. “How’d that feel?” He didn’t want to hurt him.

“Good, keep going.” The husky voice sounded okay, so Elijah continued pushing gently, until he was balls deep. Sweat poured off him as he waited for Anthony to adjust. The tight heat tested his ability to wait patiently. His arms shook under the pressure of holding still when he wanted to thrust.

“Move.” The one word demand broke Elijah’s paralysis. He withdrew and slammed forward. There was something so wonderfully fulfilling about loving Anthony, he gave himself up to the pleasure. As he stroked, he thought he heard a sound, but at that moment, Anthony’s ass clenched around him and he pumped faster. Reaching beneath, he stroked Anthony’s cock in sync with his strokes. Grunts and groans filled the room. Finally, a large amount of fluid jetted from Anthony’s shaking body. Seconds later, he reached his completion. He rolled to the side, stroking Anthony’s arm. This was the last time they’d do this. Even if he had to move away. Elijah refused to cheat on his wife any more than he’d already done. No question, he loved Anthony but this could never be anything more.

“This is the last time,” he murmured. “I won’t be coming back. The temptation is too great.” He shushed Anthony when he tried to interrupt. “I can’t live like this. I have responsibilities to a lot of people and I can’t let them down.”

“So you’re going to sacrifice your happiness for them?” Anger, hurt, condemnation and a few other emotions he didn’t want to identify were wrapped up in that question.

Elijah nipped Anthony’s neck. “Yeah.” Anthony sighed but didn’t speak. “Hungry? Want me to fix you a sandwich or something?”

“Yeah, thanks.” Anthony stood after him. They walked into the bathroom and cleaned up before heading into the kitchen. The floor near the bedroom door was damp. Elijah paid it little attention, his mind already on his tasks for the rest of the day. Turning into the kitchen, he looked into the cold eyes of his wife. She was furious. His mind blanked. He couldn’t process what her words or presence meant.

“How long have y’all been screwing?” The icy demeanor in her posture and voice sent a sliver of fear down his spine. She’d seen him. What could he say? Or do? Nausea roiled and his stomach dropped at the reality of the situation. What next? His face heated as he stared at the ground, praying for a word, any word that’d fix the situation.

Not allowing him time to answer, she turned to Anthony. “So is this why you’ve been giving me the cold shoulder? Because you’ve been sleeping with my husband? The Pastor? Your Boss?” She ended on a shout.

His mouth opened and closed like a guppy, before he spun and ran out the kitchen leaving him alone to face Lena’s wrath. He prayed for a miracle. No such luck.

“Nothing to say?” He remained silent, his throat worked but nothing escaped. The pain of her hurt, coupled with his sense of failure as a husband and pastor, overwhelmed him. He heard the clacking of her footsteps draw near and braced himself for her scorn.

“Don’t you have something to say to me after stealing five years of my life?” Tears streamed down her face. The pain in her voice cut through him, freezing him in place. “You’re not interested in a woman, never was. You used me to cover for this…this relationship with your best friend,” she yelled, stepping closer. “You know what? I don’t blame him. I blame your sorry, punk ass, who couldn’t man up and be with him.” He flinched and looked at her shocked. In all the years he’d known her, she’d never been vulgar or this angry. “He didn’t waste anyone’s life other than his own, waiting for you.” She slapped him, the sound loud in the kitchen. The sting on his face penetrated the fog of denial he’d wrapped around himself. The person she despised wasn’t him. He loved her.

Tears trickled down her face as she wrapped her arms around her waist. “I thought meeting a man in church would be different than the men I dated before. But none of them made me feel as low, as stupid as I feel right now.” She peered up at him and pointed. “I hope you burn in hell. Not for cheating on me, not even for fucking Anthony. But your ass needs to burn for the hypocrisy you put on every Sunday morning.” She shook her head and wiped the tears away. “I know there’s a special place in hell for hypocrites like you.” Turning, she stomped to the front door. His heart stopped when she left. Do something. Say something.

“Lena,” Elijah said, his voice a tortured whisper before she turned the knob. She stiffened but didn’t turn. “I’m sorry.”

“Damn right, you’re a sorry piece of trash.” She slammed the door.

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Chapter one of this short series is the first story I had written, it’s been on my computer for some time. Hopefully I caught most of the errors.

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The house was nothing but chaos and a whirlwind of activity. People everywhere, shaking my hand, wishing me well, offering condolences, the afternoon seemed to go on forever. The reality of it was, I just wanted them to go away, then I could wallow in the misery of having lost my wonderful wife of 30 years. The memorial service had been midday, and as is custom in our part of the country everyone was invited back to our home for sandwiches, more pot luck dishes than an army could eat, chips, and of course, lots and lots of desserts.

I met my lovely Ingrid while doing one of those “backpack Europe over the summer” endeavors after graduating high school. It was fun in a way, but in hind sight, other than meeting my future wife, it had been a waste of time and money. I’ve never seen the two “best friends” I went with since we returned to the states. They went their way and I went mine, somehow losing track and never reconnecting again.

As you may have guessed by the name, my Ingrid was from Scandinavia, Sweden to be precise. I didn’t meet Ingrid when we traveled through Sweden, we met at a night club in Barcelona, Spain. She and her girlfriend sitting at one of those elevated bar tables trying to ignore the idiot bothering them. We were about six feet away and I could tell he was an American, living up to the obnoxious American stereotype. I decided to stick my nose in and hope it didn’t come down to an altercation. I’m 6’1″ and although I wasn’t as fully developed as I am now, I wasn’t a light weight either.

I walked toward them and as I reached the table I put my hand on the guys shoulder right next to his neck. I politely told him it was obvious the ladies weren’t interested, and he should let them enjoy their drinks without his banter. He looked at me and growled something about messing with the wrong guy, as he attempted to turn I simply squeezed that large muscle extending from the neck down along the shoulder. (Hell no I don’t know what it’s proper name is, I’m not a doctor). Being a farm boy and having milked cows all my life my hands were like vises, as I squeezed harder and harder I could see his body slink until he was about a foot lower than me. I spoke softly as I said, “do we have an understanding here?” He nodded his head and scurried out of the bar when I released him. As I was turning to walk away the tall blond touched my arm and ask me to stay. We chit chatted about everything and nothing, it was so easy to be with each other. Knowing I had to leave we exchanged phone numbers and addresses vowing to contact one another.

Back in the states, life got busy. I was at Kentucky University majoring in business administration, and as time slipped by I just never got around to making that call. New classes were beginning right after the Christmas holidays and I was pleased that I was past the obligatory classes freshman must take the first half of the year and could now begin courses in my actual major. I noticed her the moment she walked through the door, it was Ingrid. I had been toward the back and she was toward the front, so she didn’t notice me. After class I caught up with her in the hall and called her name. Spinning on her heels I could see the surprise on her face, but I also saw the beaming smile. To make a long story short, we stayed together from that point on, marrying in our senior year and like all young married couples in college, we managed to somehow pay our bills and finally get that diploma.

Ingrid’s parents had both perished in a small plane accident and she was going to school through a trust fund that had been set up by her grandparents. She could do with it as she liked, providing it was applied to her education. She chose Kentucky because her grandma’s sister lived there. The money she didn’t use for education then became hers to use as she wished at the age of 26. Ingrid took that money and set up an education fund for each of our three children. All of them in college, with the youngest being a freshman this year.

Ingrid’s death was unexpected and brutal, she’d had a brain aneurism and was dead within two days. How could life do this to me? Together we’d built a successful business, she was the brains, me being the brawn and money guy. In an age where everyone was enamored and bowled over with the super skinny image, Ingrid had realized there was a huge market for plus size gals, so we started an online catalog business catering to plus sizes only. Phat Ass Phassions was the corporate name, the catalogs were marketed as PAP. Ingrid was anything but skinny, but she wasn’t fat either, what most people would call average.

Our favorite time to talk was in bed, just before going to sleep … or making love, and sometimes while making love. Ingrid was a talker during sex, the more important things when we istanbul escort were in the slow deep stroke moments just enjoying the fact that we were one, and naughty as hell when it got down to the bumping and banging moments in that much sought after race to the finish line. One night as we were slowly making love she started talking about some of the ladies she hung out with who were getting breast implants and wondered if I’d like that as well. I told her I was quite satisfied with her 34 C’s, who had time for more than a handful at a time anyway. She was smiling as she looked into my eyes, “good answer cowboy, good answer”.

A few minutes later she spoke, “While we’re on the subject of bodies and things you like, how about my muff, should I shave it like the others are doing?”

“No, you keep that pussy just as it is, the first thing I want to feel when I slide my hand into your panties is that lovely bush of soft downy hair.”

I’m aware there are ladies who have wild bushy almost forest like growths, but Ingrid did not, it was soft and silky. I loved to put my face in her muff and just breath in her musky aroma. She smiled as she looked at me and said,

“Another good answer cowboy. Time to speed up baby, maybe we should stop long enough for you to put your hard hat on, because you are so going to get fucked tonight.”

My Ingrid was tall, solid, and didn’t have any more girth to her than any other woman who’d birthed three children. I could still put my hand on her hips and not find any excess. She was what my mom called “stout”. Outside the house she dressed very conservatively and professionally, but under that modest looking clothing was some of the sexiest lingerie you can imagine. She called it her, “take me home and fuck me secret”, a secret that only two people knew about, she and I. What a tease she was if she knew we were alone, occasionally she’d flash me a quick glimpse of her garter straps in the lunch room. Knowing I was going to have to sit there another ten minutes to get rid of my hardon.

She didn’t wear lingerie when we were dating and even after we’d moved in together about two years before we married. It wasn’t until right after we’d married that I was daily treated to the sexier hidden world of my new bride.

Talk about an almost perpetual erection, my God, I could hardly think straight much less go to classes. If she wore jeans or pants she always wore matching bra and panty sets, usually sheer or very close to it. If she was going out in a dress or skirt (other than a summer sun dress or that type of thing) there were always stockings, garter belt, matching panties and bra. She loved boy shorts, the lacy see through type, and sheer panties, guess what I loved, uh huh, boy shorts and sheer underwear. She never was much of a thong gal, said they were uncomfortable and a bit too breezy for her liking. She did own a few, for those times she might have on slacks or a pencil skirt that would show panty lines.

That little vixen would purposely wait until I was out of the shower in the morning, and back in our bedroom before she would start dressing. I told her she was torturing me watching her dress and that she was a brazen hussy. Her answer was, “yes, but I’m your hussy, your slutwife, and you can ride me like a ten dollar whore anytime you’d like.”

There was more than one day we were both late for classes or work. After about three months of this onslaught on my libido I ask her what led to the change in her under clothes … not that I minded. She told me that right after we got married she had ask her grandmother, who’d been married for 63 happy years, what her secret was to make sure her husband never strayed.

Her grandma stated that the answer had three factors, and when applied together always worked. “Number one, stockings immediately peak his interest, a garter belt almost assures an erection, and pretty underwear always make sure you have his complete attention. Number two, once you have his full attention, “make sure you keep his belly full and his balls empty”. Number three, be a proper mom in public and a slut in the bedroom. If you do these things Ingrid, he’ll never have a reason to stray.” I can honestly say I never had a thought of straying.

Back to the present:

So here I was, sitting on my couch, lost in all of my cherished memories when I was abruptly brought back to the reality of the moment by my 3 year old granddaughter, climbing on my lap to kiss me goodbye. I had been so lost in my memories that I didn’t even realize it was early evening, most of the guests had gone and now our son and family were about to head home. They had a two hour drive and wanted to get on the road. Both of our daughters were staying the night and would be leaving in the morning. My youngest daughter Debbie ask if she could do anything for me. I thought a moment, told her I was going to go sit on the front porch swing, and if she looked in the frig şişli escort in my wood shop she’d find a Dr. Pepper. If she wouldn’t mind bringing that to me I would be most appreciative.

About five minutes later I was sipping on my Dr. Pepper and enjoying the late autumn evening. Once again drifting off to another time and place. It was Ingrid who insisted we put on a full front porch when we bought the house. It was one of the best investments we’d ever made. We spent countless hours in that old swing, dreaming, or watching all the neighborhood kids play in the yards.

We had even interrupted a make out session or two on that swing as the kids started dating. Ingrid used to get upset at me for not oiling one of the ceiling hooks, that is until the kids started dating. As quiet as they tried to be smooching in that swing, the squeaky hook always gave them away. The first time we figured what was going on I laughed and said, “see, there’s a reason I haven’t oiled that hook in 10 years”. She thumped me on the chest and went outside to break things up before they got too hot and heavy.

I have to say, Ingrid and I spent many evenings engaged in hot and heavy breathing in that swing after putting the kids to bed and turning out the porch light. There was more than one night that Mr. McGregor caught me with my hand inside Ingrid’s blouse, or her hand in my pants as he walked his dog. We’d just smile and say good evening, then run inside and fuck each other senseless.

After a while we smartened up and started bringing a blanket out with us. I noticed that once we started taking a blanket, Ingrid switched to skirts and light house dresses for our front porch make out sessions. When I asked why, her answer was, “access Jack, access.” I never complained.

Still lost in the fog of memories I didn’t realize anyone was talking to me until she gently took my hand in hers. It was Irene, my personal secretary. She had been hired as Ingrid’s personal secretary about a year ago, and when Ingrid died I ask if she would mind being my secretary. I had never had a personal secretary in all these years, now I felt as though my life was overwhelmed and needed someone familiar, but not intrusive.

As she took my hand I placed my other hand atop hers and thanked her for staying so long and seeing that things were taken care of. Just then the girls both came out, I bid them goodnight and said I’d be in shortly. Irene said she’d stay if I wanted her to, we sat and reminisced for almost an hour before she decided to head home. Before she left she again took my hand and said, “if there is anything I can do to help you, anything at all, please tell me and I’ll see that it’s taken care of”. Looking back there seemed to be a heavy emphasis on “anything at all”, but in my stupor of grief and agony I missed it altogether. As she drove away I thought to myself, gosh, no wonder Ingrid liked this girl so much, what a trooper.

Who’s Irene?

Ingrid had personally picked her from a pool of thirty plus applicants. She was only 21, wasn’t the top of her class, had no formal training so to speak of, no degree, no references. Ingrid said she had heart, she could train her much more easily than the others who had already learned bad habits and practices from others. Ingrid called her a “clean slate”.

Irene is about 5’5″, lovely long dark brown hair with a kind of reddish sparkle in the right light. She was overweight nut not obese, she was thick, but not jiggly, what my mom would have referred to as good breeding stock. (Gotta love those farm mom’s, always looking for more kids to help with chores.) Her upper legs weren’t flabby, then again, they were not the kind you buy skinny jeans for either, her waist was well pronounced, her belly didn’t hang over her waist and her breasts were well proportioned to the rest of her body.

Not huge and out of place, just a nice hand full, with enough left over to suck on. A gentle face with soft features and a smile that could light up a room. Her lips were soft looking, pouty, sensuous and full, a mouth you’d want to spend hours kissing, or have wrapped around your cock. Then there was that hair, I’m a sucker for long hair and I think Ingrid told her that, because she had a short bob type cut when she first came to work for us.

Throughout the time she worked as Ingrid’s personal assistant you could see the subtle changes in Irene. While I always wore a suit and tie, or dress shirt and sport coat with dress slacks, along with Ingrid dressing impeccably, we let our workers wear what they wanted if it was fitting of their position. The receptionist had a different image to maintain than the guy taking orders on the phone, every employee knew what the dress requirements would be for their job when they were hired, and all were expected to dress accordingly.

Since Irene’s initial position was not one of great exposure, she used to come in dressed quite casual, sweatshirt, T-shirts mecidiyeköy escort with yoga pants, stuff like that. At times her attire was quite revealing so Ingrid ask why she dressed that way. Irene told her the only way guys would pay attention to her was if she dressed a little slutty. Ingrid told her if that’s what they wanted, they weren’t worth it. Over the next 5 to 6 months Ingrid showed her how to dress professionally and with taste. The results were encouraging, Irene held herself with an entirely different level of esteem. Her confidence increased, her attitude changed, she had begun growing into the woman she was destined to be.

We’d started the business on a shoe string budget. With Ingrid’s brilliant insight, as well as long hard hours by both of us and our meager work force we were a viable business. Within five years we had built the company into an operation with two shipping warehouses and 41 employees. Through the years the business had grown exponentially.

We were about as diverse as we could be, hiring every race, nationality and both genders with ease. When possible both of us interviewed each applicant, we didn’t give a damn about quota’s, or ethnicities, or whether they were black, white, brown, or green with pink pock-a-dots. If they could do the job, we hired them.

I was back at work after all the hoopla following the memorial service, things seemed normal until I noticed something out of order with a young man we’d hired just a week before Ingrid’s death. He had grown up in the ghetto, had managed to escape that environment and gone to school for economics.

He was a tall good looking young black man, dressed nicely, had a shaven head and looked as though he spent more than the occasional day at the gym. We always interviewed in the cafeteria, it gave us an idea of how focused the person could be and gave us a glimpse of whether they could concentrate in an active setting. The day we interviewed him I had another meeting and had to leave after about 5 minutes.

Although his credentials were good, his attitude seemed right, and he gave the correct answers, he didn’t do well in the concentration department. Easily distracted whenever a female entered the room, and in the brief time I was involved with the interview I thought I saw him staring at Ingrid more than once. Later that afternoon we discussed the situation, and though we had doubts, we decided to give the young man the chance he’d been looking for in life, contingent of course on passing a blood test and completing his 90 day probationary period.

He wasn’t our first black employee and wouldn’t be our last either. Within a week we were already getting complaints about his behavior being out of line at times. Then Ingrid died, and I was away from the office for several weeks. What struck me the oddest upon my return is that he was always away from his work station, hanging around the office talking with the secretaries and other female personnel. Since I had only met him once briefly, and hadn’t been there in almost a month, it didn’t seem that he knew who I was.

I noticed Irene was visibly shaken one morning so I called her into my office and ask what was going on. She stated that being new to this part of the building she didn’t want to be the office tattletale. I barked at her, “tattletale my ass, what the hell is going on?” I had never spoken to her like that and it frightened both of us. I quickly stood, apologized, then ask her to sit with me on the couch and tell me what was going on in my company, that I wasn’t aware of.

She hung her head, then sighed heavily.

“I don’t want you to think I’m being racist, but Jeremy, the new intern is always making lewd comments to the girls and this morning he grabbed my breast.”

“What kind of comments was he making Irene?”

“He seems to target younger girls, telling them they need more chocolate in their lives. To the married women he was saying that when they got tired of their husband’s inability to satisfy them sexually to give him a call and he’d show them what sex with a real man was like.”

“How did grabbing your beast happen?”

“I was at the coffee station when he walked over putting his hand on my butt, when I slapped it away he grabbed my breast and told me I’d be begging for his cock soon enough.”

To say I was pissed is an understatement. I had seen behavior like this before, and not just from young aggressive black men, we’d fired more than one white guy for the same reason. I knew the only way to deal with this kind of situation was head on. I thought to myself, do I walk over to his cubicle, kick his ass and then chuck him off the roof, or do I do this right and dismiss him properly through HR.

I chose the latter, then I decided to up the ante a bit and see if he took the bait. The next time I saw Irene at the coffee station I waited until Jeremy arrived, I could tell by her body language he was bothering her. I turned on my digital recorder, put it in my shirt pocket and walked over to get myself a coffee. I heard Irene say, “stop it” and walked toward her desk.

Standing next to him I said, “Pretty girl.” What came next surprised me.

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It was my first year at the university. I was a shy kid. I liked to read, didn’t like sports and was sort of chubby. I pretty much kept to myself in my dorm. I stayed out of the way and tried my best to be invisible. I was from a small town and my folks were middle class working people. I was a good boy growing up, never got into serious trouble, I got good grades and I never had a girlfriend.

My assigned roommate, Jim, couldn’t be more different. He was a rowdy guy with plenty of street experience from living in the intercity of Detroit. He was loud, pushy, in shape and had girls hanging all over him. He was the proverbial good looking bad boy. I took an instant dislike to him. Jim always wanted me to go out to the bars with him to pick up some pussy. When I would decline he would call me a pansy, and a mama’s boy. He would go anyways. I usually wouldn’t see him until the next morning when he would crawl in with a hangover and tell me about his sexploits with girls with big tits who loved to suck his dick and loved to have him fuck them.

I knew his stories were true because women would stop by the dorm room all the time looking for Jim. They would ask me if Jim had talked about them, and did I think that he liked them. Personally, I thought he used them and then didn’t want anything else to do with them. He would just fuck someone else. There were plenty of women in a college town he didn’t stick to one. I would just tell them Jim played the field and eventually they would stop coming around. When Jim found out I told his dates that he played the field he punched me in the arm pretty hard. It really hurt! I left the room quickly and went into the bathroom to cry. He had quite a punch. I learned real quick to keep my mouth shut.

Jim wasn’t shy about his body. He shouldn’t have been. He was blond about 6″ 2′ and about 205 pounds. You could tell he worked out because his arms were pretty well formed with big biceps and protruding triceps. His shoulders were wide and his waist was tiny. He had six pack abs and pretty good sized legs. He also had a very deep voice that was as sexy as hell. He frequently walked around our dorm room in his jock strap stuffed with his ample dick. One day he was talking to me and I looked down and my boner was sticking out of the leg of my shorts. Whoa! I quickly shoved it back in my shorts and hoped Jim hadn’t seen what had happened.

Having a boner wasn’t new to me, but having it around Jim was upsetting to me. I hardly liked the guy, plus, I liked women, even though I didn’t date much. I didn’t really know why but a couple other times Jim would be talking to me; I would be concentrating on his masculine voice and watching his full lips moving and I would get hard! Fuck! What was happening to me?

One afternoon one of Jim’s blow job girls came by to visit. The three of us were in the living room talking. I was quietly sitting on the sofa when I saw Jim reach down and adjust himself in front of me and Shannon. I thought to myself, how rude is that! A couple minutes later Jim reached down and groped his hefty package again and I saw Shannon had watched him do it. The thought of Jim playing with his package in front of Shannon got me hard. I got up and went to the bathroom to beat off.

When I came out Jim and Shannon were in the bedroom that we shared with the door closed. I thought to myself, what a slut she was. Then I realized I was jealous of her. That was my first realization that I liked Jim and wished that he could like me as well. How could I be attracted to someone who treated women like shit and had been physically abusive to me?

I wasn’t going to come out of the closet to Jim. He probably would beat the hell of me. The rest of the school year was pretty much the same. I started to feel more social and enjoyed college life a little more. Jim continued to use many of the new girls who he met.

At the end of the year Jim asked me to be his roommate off campus that following year. I was flattered and pretty stoked at the idea. Living with this macho stud and being his sidekick was a chance I was willing to take. Maybe I could get him to like me the way I liked him.

The following term I continued to act straight and dream gay. I found myself feeling safe around Jim. He seemed to watch out for me and make me feel protected. I could feel myself falling in love with him. I was constantly jealous of all the girls that he brought around but I had to sit quietly and watch the way he turned them on in front of me and then took them into our bedroom and into his bed. I dreamed it istanbul escort was me that was in Jim’s bed instead of the girls. I longed to get a glimpse of his cock. I knew without a doubt that his cock was big like Jim was himself. In my mind when I could hear Jim slamming his dick inside the lucky girl’s pussy, I would see Jim with a hard on so thick and so long that it would be splitting the poor girl in two. Jim was constantly having sex and as a result, I was constantly horny.

One summer, we had a month off before the next semester started. Jim had gone to California with a girl he was fucking. She was getting married and this was her last fling so she invited Jim along to vacation with her. This was all on the Fiancé’s dime. It was just like Jim to be fucking and vacationing a woman who was getting married in two months. And he was paying for the whole thing!

Jim was only gone a day and I already missed him. Several times a day I would imagine him fucking the hell out of Lydia. Then I would imagine having Jim’s body on top of me and I would get rock hard. I started sleeping on Jim’s bed. I could smell his essence and sleeping in his sheets made me feel so horny. God forbid he should ever found out!

About a week after Jim had left he called me on the phone. It seemed he and Lydia had been talking and they wanted me to come to California. Lydia was going to pay for everything. Well actually, her future husband was going to pay for everything. Jim told me that I would have a blast. We would be going out to dinner every night and staying at a luxury hotel for free and spending our time by the pool during the day. He sounded convincing and I wanted to be with him so I agreed to meet them there.

The following day I met both Lydia and Jim at the hotel pool. Jim had turned a dark golden brown in the week he had been in California. He looked amazing. I loved the way his muscles glistened from the suntan lotion he had on. Both he and Lydia were glad to see me.

Jim took me up to show me the room while Lydia remained at the pool. I was glad to be alone with him, even if he was there with Lydia. In the elevator on the way up to the room I stood across from Jim and was admiring how great he looked and how happy I was to see him. Jim quickly told me that he and Lydia had an ulterior motive in getting me there. Lydia had told him that she wanted to have a three way before she got hitched. She wanted to be fucked by two guys, so he invited me out and got her to pay for it.

I was taken aback. Now all of the sudden I was beholding to Lydia because she had already paid for my plane ticket and was putting me up while I was there. Jim had a big ass smile on his face and put his arm around me and said, I thought of you buddy. We can both fuck her.

My problem, I had never had sex with a girl before. I had no idea what I was going to do. I felt trapped. I didn’t know what to say. Then Jim says, “You don’t have to worry Chris, I’ll show you what to do, I’ll take care of you buddy.” I wasn’t sure if Jim realized that I hadn’t had sex with a woman, but he immediately put my mind at ease.

After we got to the room Jim made a couple really strong drinks and we downed them. I started to feel relaxed and a little buzzed. I was both nervous and horny. I was going to be close up with Jim while he was having sex with Lydia. This could be hot!

Lydia came up to the room and sat on the couch. Jim fixed us both another drink and then stood behind Lydia, then bent down and kissed the side of her face and undid the top of her bikini. Her tits fell out. I have to admit that as far as tits were concerned hers were perfect. They were large and full with smooth skin and nice sized nipples. Jim reached around and put his hands on her breasts. I got hard immediately. It wasn’t because of her breast; it was Jim being so sexual right in front of me. It was like watching a live porno video. Jim offered up Lydia’s breast. “Aren’t Lydia’s tits beautiful Chris? Come on over and feel them,” he said seductively. I went over and started running my hands over the big breasts. Jim leaned over and began kissing and licking Lydia’s right tit and I started to kiss her left. Jim says, “Come over here and we can both work on this beautiful breast and then we can do the other.”

I scramble around to the other side of Lydia and I start kissing the same tit that Jim was kissing. We both made our way over to Lydia’s nipple and I suck it into my mouth and she gasps. Jim pushed my face away and said, “Don’t hog that all to yourself, let’s both kiss her nipple.” şişli escort Jim leans in and starts running his tongue over the tip. Playing with it back and forth getting it wet with his saliva. I push my face toward Jim’s and we both begin flicking and licking Lydia’s nipple. Lydia moans and grabs my firm cock. Jim’s tongue snakes out and touches mine as we continue to tease Lydia’s nipple. Jim does it again and I respond as we end up French kissing her beautiful nipple.

I imagine that it is just Jim and me who are French kissing. I feel faint as I taste the wetness of Jim’s mouth. He tastes incredible. His tongue is so thick and masculine; I would love to crawl right into his mouth. To drown in his saliva seemed a wonderful way to go. What a beautiful masculine stud he is. I reach down and remove my cock from Lydia’s hand. “I have to slow down Lydia. I’m going to cum!”

Jim and I switch to the other breast and continue the French kissing between me, Jim and Lydia’s nipple. I feel like I’m in heaven. I continue to stick my tongue into Jim’s mouth as often as I can without appearing gay and occasionally over Lydia’s nipples. Lydia continues to moan. Finally, Lydia says, “Let me suck you Jim. Put your cock in my mouth.” Oh Fuck, I think. I got to see this!

Lydia slides to the floor on her knees. Jim comes around in front of her and places his pulsating thick cock right in front of her face. I am kneeling right next to her watching, getting as close as I can. Lydia opens her mouth wide and Jim pops the bloated head of his dick in her mouth. Jim tells Lydia, “Suck and lick it Lydia.” I watch as Lydia does as she is told. Both she and Jim moan with pleasure.

Not wanting to be left out I lean forward and begin licking and kissing Lydia’s lips that are stretched around Jim’s big cock. I lick her lips and I lick Jim’s cock where it enters Lydia’s lips. All three of us begin moaning. I can’t believe I have my tongue touching Jim’s dick. Even though I as sharing it with Lydia. It tastes fantastic. It is so hard to the touch, and I can feel the ridges of one of his protruding veins as I continue to lick around Lydia’s mouth. Its like we are both Frenching Jim’s fat cock. Lydia from the inside of her mouth and me on the outside of her mouth.

Jim says, “Lydia open your mouth wider, I’m going to fuck your face.” Lydia opens her mouth wide and Jim begins sliding his huge cock into the eager mouth. I haven’t moved away from her lips. My tongue is rubbing the underside of Jim’s cock as it goes in and out of her mouth. God, I want Jim’s dick all to myself. How I wish I could take him down my throat. I would show him what a real blowjob should feel like. Just then Jim’s cock slips out of Lydia’s mouth and fall onto my waiting lips. I can’t believe what is happening. I begin flicking my tongue across the head of Jim’s cock and Jim slides his cock back into Lydia’s mouth. I reach up with my tongue and start licking Jim’s shaft were it meet Lydia’s lips and then his cock comes out of Lydia’s lips and lands on my face again. I’m not sure if Jim’s cock is accidentally falling out of Lydia’s mouth or he is teasing me with his dick. Either way, I’m fucking loving it!

I am in a position where I can’t get much of Jim’s dick in my mouth but I’ll take every little bit that I can of that stud meat that I have craved or the last two years. I wonder if Jim thinks I’m gay. I am trying to be straight and include Lydia in everything I do. Even if it keeps me from grabbing Jim’s cock and shoving it down my throat. Jim has talked about how much he hates faggots. I didn’t want him to think that I was a faggot.

Jim pulls his cock slowly out of Lydia’s mouth and lets it rest on my lips. “Turn around on your knees Lydia and lay your body on the couch so I can enter you doggy style.” Jim stands up and I lose the connection that my lips had with his cock head. I scramble out of the way as Lydia does as she is told. Jim gets on his knees right behind Lydia. He poises his protuberant cock head just barely touching her pussy lips. “Chris slide your head between both our legs so you’re in a perfect position to lick Lydia’s pussy.” I roll over on my back and slide between both Jim and Lydia’s legs. I look up and I can see Lydia’s wet pussy just waiting for the thick purple head of Jim’s huge cock to enter her.

I felt like I have always belonged between Jim’s legs, but I just didn’t understand my craving until just now. Jim’s low hanging nuts are just inches from my face. I want so much to suck them into my mouth and show him what a God I think he is. mecidiyeköy escort His dick is so wide with veins running crisscross over the tight skin. It is the perfect picture of machismo. Jim needed to be worshiped. I needed to get over my fears and reach up and pull his thick cock into my mouth. To lick him and suck on him to get at the nectar that is his sperm. Fuck, I needed his sperm so bad!

Before I can act, Jim pushes his cock forward and I watch as Lydia’s pussy lips are being forced aside as the fat head of Jim’s cock works it’s way into her cunt. I watch as the beautiful swollen head disappears into Lucky Lydia’s pussy. Lydia moans. Just as slowly Jim pulls his dick back and the head slides out with a soft pop and Lydia’s pussy closes. I quickly reach up with my tongue and start to lick the pussy lips in front of my face. The taste is not revolting. I start to love the taste because Jim’s cock was just there. Lydia moans at the feel of my tongue on her pussy lips.

Jim begins pushing his dick forward but I don’t move, I continue to flick my tongue over Lydia’s cunt lips and I turn my attention to tonguing the underside of Jim’s helmet shaped head. Jim moans at the feel of Lydia’s tight pussy and my tonguing of his dick as the deep purple head disappears into the folds of her pussy again. I moan at the manly taste and feel of the massive sex tool that belongs to the man I want with my total being.

Jim continues teasing Lydia with just the thickness of his cock head. I continue to lick the head every time it peeks out of her cunt. Lydia starts to whimper,” Jim please give me all your cock. Please fill me up with that huge dick of yours. I need you so bad. Please baby, I love your cock, give it to me.”

I refused to move my head aside. Jim slides his shaft into Lydia’s wet cunt and I use my tongue to my best ability. This is as close as I’ll ever get to having Jim make love to me. A three way, pretending to get Lydia off as she gets fucked by Jim’s huge tool. How I wish it was me getting fucked. I wish I was Jim’s woman so he would fuck me with his huge monster dick. Jim gets his cock all the way in and his balls are now lying across my lips. I stick my tongue out to reach for his nuts and Jim pulls his cock back and I lose the chance to taste those balls. I continue to take advantage of the dick that is sliding in and out of Lydia’s cunt. I feel so lucky to be here. I am so turned on I can hardly keep from cuming. I have never in my life thought sex could be this nasty, or this hot!

Jim gets a nice rhythm going, sliding his huge cock, in and out of the tight pussy. His balls continue to slide across my face and I continue to lick his shaft as it pounds into Lydia’s fortunate hole. I can tell they both are getting ready to cum. Jim picks up the pace of his thrust and continues to slam my head between his pelvis and the sofa. The roughness of Jim’s pounding is turning me on I’m going to pop any second.

Suddenly Lydia begins screaming and Jim slams his cock as far into her cunt as it goes. Jim cries out, “I’m cuming!” I take the opportunity to slip my hand around Jim’s ball sack. I can’t believe the size of his nuts. It’s like grabbing two plums in a sack. It is incredibly sexy! I now have my lips wrapped part of the way around Jim’s thick shaft and can feel the spurts of cum jetting out of the big vein that runs the length of the of his cock.

I begin to cum as Jim pulls his cock from Lydia’s warm pussy as his nuts slip off my chin. Jim pulls the head of his cock so that it is just outside of Lydia’s pussy and lets the last rope of cum that he shoots land on my face and lips. I fucking cum like a pig! I begin shooting sperm all over Jim’s back and on my stomach. While I am wreathing in ecstasy I quickly lick Jim’s thick cum from my lips. The taste makes my mind real! I couldn’t believe I was tasting sperm from Jim’s big dick.

I could feel the last spurt of cum leave my dick. I was completely spent and happier than I ever had been. I felt an intimacy with Jim that I couldn’t explain. I felt blessed that I could be sharing this masculine God with Lydia.

We all untangled and Jim said, “That was hot! Man Chris you shot all over my back and Lydia, Wow, you were amazing!”

Lydia echoed Jim’s feelings. I sat there in complete silence with a big smile on my face. I was thinking I am more in love with Jim than I have ever been. If I had to play second fiddle to Lydia, then that’s what I would do. After all, she would be married in less than two months and I would have my roommate to myself.

I know Jim is straight as an arrow. He was somewhat kinky because he let me team with him on Lydia. I wondered how it was going to be between us when we got back. It turns out; Jim continues to fuck every girl he sees. I’m left with my dreams.

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I was sitting at my computer surfing the net trying to find some information for class. I heard the familiar sound of my roommate Nick rolling around in his chair in his room above mine. All of a sudden the rolling stopped and I could hear a thump as he jumped out his chair. That thump was followed by the sound of footsteps racing down the stairs.

“Josh!” he yelled. “Oh my God Josh!”

I looked out my door and down the hall to see him sprinting for my room.

“What’s up?” I calmly asked. “You’re gonna hurt yourself running down those stairs like that.”

“I need to show you something,” he replied. “It’s on the internet. You won’t believe it.”

“I’m trying to get some shit done for class,” I said in an annoyed tone. “How long is it going to take?”

“I don’t know,” he replied. “But you are really going to want to see it!”

I backed away from the computer so he could stand and get to the keyboard. He pointed my browser to porn site, “The Seductress of College Studs”.

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing?” I yelled at him in disgust. “I know you want me, but I’m not looking at porn with you!” I said as I tried to move him from the computer. He was able to click a few links and brought up a set of pictures. He quit resisting and let me shove him aside. I looked up at the screen and saw pictures of me!

*****

I woke up around 11 A.M. on Sunday morning and looked at the bed next to mine. There was Nick passed out on the bed with bottles of booze on the nightstand and all over the floor. I laughed at the sight of him lying there, completely dead to the world.

I walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on so I could get freshened up for the last day of spring break.

Nick and I had been saving up all year for this trip. We were juniors at NYU and wanted to go to Cancun for spring break, in hopes of getting drunk and laid, not necessarily in that order. Finally spring break arrived after months of slaving through class. We got on a plane that Friday after class and made it to Cancun early Saturday morning.

We had been partying all week and getting trashed, but the getting laid part hadn’t happened for either of us. Maybe it was all the drinking and forgetting where we were. Either way neither of us had gotten any nookie.

Nick had come close though, amazingly enough. Last night we had been out partying and Nick had found a cutie that was totally into him. They were both getting absolutely smashed and for some reason I wasn’t. It could have been the fact that I had thrown up all morning from the tequila the night before.

After awhile, we started to head back to the hotel. Nick and the girl were flirting and stuff, but it didn’t like anyone was getting laid. She just wanted to party and soon all three of us were up in the room having drinks. Like I said they were pretty wasted and the more they drank, the friskier they got. Pretty soon they started making out and I took that as my queue to leave. I went downstairs and sat in the lobby, not feeling like doing much of anything.

Ten minutes later I saw the girl walk past me.

“That fast huh?” I teased. “Must have been real good.”

“Yeah right,” she said, obviously pissed. “The dumbass passed out on me!” And with that she walked out of the hotel.

I laughed and went back up to the room to get some sleep because I wanted to try and make the last day count for something. I was just hoping there was some chick that was looking for sex and hadn’t gotten any all week either.

*****

I got out of the shower and threw on a swimsuit. Steve still hadn’t moved and I knew he would be out of commission for awhile. I headed down to the beach and started walking. It was fairly empty compared the throngs of people that were out during the week. But it was Sunday and most of the college kids had gone back to school.

I took my time walking and stared at the ladies that had remained to enjoy the Sunday sun. Some were on their stomachs, giving me a great view of their now darkened asses, and some where on their backs, which allowed me to see their tits covered by their bikini tops.

A few times I stopped and started talking to a group of chicks lying there, but it didn’t go to well. There was a lot of “Uh huhs” and “Oh that’s nice” which made it real obvious they wanted me to move along.

I was about ready to head back because I wanted to make sure Nick was alive and would be ready to catch our flight home. I came to rocky portion kocaeli escort on the beach that wasn’t roped off, but you could tell no one went back there. I decided I wanted to explore a bit more before I called it quits and wandered through the rocks.

Surprisingly enough I came across a fine looking beauty lying on her stomach with her top off to the side, so she could tan her back without getting annoying tan lines. I could tell she was older than I, probably in her early 30’s, but still hot. She definitely would qualify as a milf. She must have heard me and opened her eyes to look at me.

“I was hoping somebody would come back here,” she said. “I need some more sunscreen on my back and I can’t reach!”

“Alright,” I thought to myself. “This is looking good.”

I walked over to where she was lying and found the sunscreen in her bag. I sat down next to her on my knees so I could rub the lotion on her back.

“I’m Josh,” I said as I reached down and started rubbing the lotion on her shoulders.

“Theresa,” she said. “Make sure you get everywhere Josh, I’d hate to get burned on my last day here!”

I rubbed the lotion on her shoulders and neck and slowly moved down her back. I was careful not to get to wild and start rubbing down her sides, because I didn’t want to offend her. I mean this was the most I’d gotten all week!

“All done,” I said matter-a-factly. “You won’t burn now!”

“All done my ass!” she said a little annoyed. “Get some more lotion on those hands and pull my suit down a bit and get the top of my ass because I’ll probably pull that off later.”

I sure as hell wasn’t going to argue with a woman telling me to rub her ass, so I happily obliged. I slowly pulled her suit down, but not too far, revealing the top of the most beautiful ass I had ever seen. It was already dark like the rest of her body and had a great shape to it.

I started to rub the lotion in, doing my best to give her a massage in the process, hoping it might lead to something.

“OK that’s good,” she said. “Get some more and go up my sides and get the sides of my boobs, I always burn there.”

I paused for a second as I heard her say that. Did a woman just ask me to rub her boobs? Again, I’m no prude so I got the lotion and started rubbing her up her side to her tits. They felt real good from the side and my cock realized it too, springing up just a bit in my suit. Theresa started to purr as I rubbed her body. She slowly turned her head and put it on her shoulder so she could look at me.

“That feels great Josh!” she cooed. “I can’t thank you enough.”

“My pleasure,” I said. “Happy to help!”

Theresa was resting her had on her folded arms and started to wriggle one out. She slowly extended it back towards me and reached up to the crotch of my suit.

“I don’t think happy quite describes it,” she said. “What do you think?”

My game was totally lacking even with this gorgeous woman coming on to me like no other and all I managed was a loud gulp.

She laughed and started to squeeze my dick through my swim trunks. I just froze, unable to move or say anything.

“Why don’t you take those off so I can take care of that?” she said coyly.

I started to stand up and she let go of my dick. The tent in my trunks made my excitement pretty obvious. As I stood up, Theresa rolled onto her back revealing her huge tits. Oddly enough, they didn’t jiggle. I realized quickly they were fake. But who cares? They were huge with big nipples that were already pointing straight out. She put her knees up in the air and I looked down at her crotch and noticed a growing wet spot on her suit.

“Apparently you’re up for this too!” I said, trying to sound smooth.

“I won’t be for long if you don’t get your cock out here!” she said sternly.

I quickly hooked my thumbs under the waistline of my trunks and pulled them down, my fully-erect cock slapping against my stomach.

“Mmm,” she cooed. “I like a shaven cock!”

I looked down and rubbed my hand down my stomach to cock. I had been shaving it since high school because I figured if I wanted a woman to shave, I might as well too. But I quickly found out it was good for me too, because it made my cock look bigger.

She started scooting towards me on her knees and reached up to stroke my cock and shaved pubic area.

“Yeah,” she said. “I like that!”

With that she stuck her tongue out and gently flicked it across the tip of my dick. darıca escort I let my hands drop to my sides and just stared down at this woman beneath me on her knees about to suck my cock.

She looked up at me with her sexy eyes and opened her mouth taking the head of my cock into her mouth. She slowly traced circles around it with her playful tongue. With her left hand she started to rub and squeeze my balls. Her right hand held my dick steady and she slowly started pumping at the base of my cock.

She continued working my cock slowly, teasing me. I started to push my hips forward a bit, trying to get her to take my dick further in her mouth. She stopped what she was doing and released my prick from her mouth. She looked up and me and grinned as I looked down at her, longing for her to take my dick back into her skilled mouth.

Then without warning she slammed forward, taking my entire length into her mouth and down her throat. I had never been deepthroated before and my eyes nearly popped out of my head as I looked down and saw her lips on my pubic bone.

She pulled off my cock again and took a deep breath, then took my cock down her throat again. She continued this for awhile, bobbing up and down on my cock, but unlike most girls, she took the entire length.

I was getting closer and closer to busting my nut each time she deepthroated my member. As skilled as she was, I’m sure she could tell. She pulled off my dick once again and looked up at me.

“I only do this for guys who shave!” she said. “I guess it’s your lucky day!”

She didn’t wait for a response and quickly swallowed my dick again. But instead of pulling off and continuing her rhythm, she stopped with her lips all the way to the base of my cock. Then she did the most unbelievable thing I could have ever imagined. I’m still not sure how she managed to do it. But somehow she slithered her tongue out and flicked it across my balls.

Like any man with testicles I totally flipped out and my cock started spurting down her throat. She felt it and pulled out a little bit so just the head was in her mouth and she started sucking hard, getting every bit of my load that she could manage.

My whole body was shaking as she pumped my cock for all its worth. My legs nearly gave out as my cock slipped from her mouth and she looked up at me, holding my load in her mouth. She quickly swallowed it and licked her lips clean.

“You taste great!” she said. “Must be eating plenty of fruit!”

I couldn’t help but laugh at her comment as I stood there, my cock shrinking rapidly.

Theresa looked up at me and seductively ran a finger from her lips down her neck and between her tits, slowly tracing down over her belly button and down to her bikini bottom. She slid her hand underneath and rubbed her pussy, then brought her fingers back to her lips.

“Do you mind?” she asked as she gestured at her pussy. “I could really use a little relief.”

I have to say I have a thing for eating pussy. I could do it day and night and never ask for anything in return. I don’t know, there is just something about licking a pussy that drives me wild. Maybe it’s the taste, maybe it’s the intimacy, but mostly I think I just like watching a woman orgasm. It drives me crazy knowing I have complete control over one of her most intimate moments.

So needless to say when Theresa asked me to go down on her, I was more than happy to oblige.

I dropped to my knees in front of her and slowly lowered myself down so I could be on my stomach. She saw me start to get ready and quickly slipped off her bottoms, revealing her wet and protruding pussy lips. She slid over so my head was in between her legs, just inches from her snatch. I put my hands up to the outsides of her lips and pulled them apart, revealing her inner lips and clit. I started with a long slow lick over the whole area, doing my best to get everything. She tasted unbelievably sweet and I knew I was going to enjoy eating her out.

She put her hands on the back of my head and pulled my face into her pussy. I was more than happy to get in there and I started flicking my tongue at her clit. Her moans were an obvious signal that she was enjoying it. As I gained a rhythm, she started pulling on my head with more force because she was eager to get off.

I was able to wriggle a finger up and into her dripping pussy as I viciously licked her clit. Theresa obviously liked it and was soon bucking up and down, ramming gölcük escort her pussy onto my face and finger.

In no time at all I felt her pussy clench around my finger and her body tense up. She let out a scream and her body started shaking from the inside out. She pulled my face up against her pussy with so much force that I thought I would suffocate. But I just kept licking, knowing I was driving her absolute wild.

Eventually she let go of my head and I looked up at her huge tits and could see her smiling just beyond them.

“You’re tongue is fucking amazing!” she said. “That was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had!”

“Thank you!” I said with a huge grin on my face. “I pride myself on making a woman scream with pleasure.”

“Well let’s see if you can do it again!” she said. With that she walked over to a nearby rock and bent over next to it, placing her hands on it for support. “Is your fuck stick ready to go?”

I stood up and my cock bounced up and down as I did. Theresa watched me as I walked towards her and reached behind her and rubbed a finger across her pussy lips. I stepped up behind her and grabbed my dick, lining it up with her pussy.

Theresa put both her hands on the rock and spread her legs apart a bit more, opening up her vagina. I quickly shoved my dick and it went all the way to the hilt.

“Ugh!” she grunted as my dick plowed into her. “Fuck me Josh! Fuck me hard!”

I wasn’t one to argue in a situation like that and started sliding my dick in and out. I put both my hands on her hips and used that to pull myself deeper, trying to hit her womb. Theresa started moaning as my balls slapped against her pussy. I could tell she was enjoying it and thought I’d push my luck a bit.

I brought my middle finger up and put in my mouth, wetting it with my saliva. I looked down and saw her puckered hole just waiting for action as I pounded away at her pussy. I reached down and pushed my finger into her asshole.

“Ooo!” she screamed. “You’re nasty and I like it!”

She started pushing back against me as I did my best to keep in rhythm with her thrusts. I slowly started pushing my finger in and out of her asshole as I fucked her. She was really enjoying herself and started shoving her body backwards with no abandon. I didn’t even feel like I was fucking her anymore, she was doing all the work!

Once again I could feel her pussy clench up inside. She started panting, doing her best to catch her breath. Her moans got louder and louder and once again she was screaming out in ecstasy.

“Ahh!” she screamed. “You fucking stud!”

She continued her screams and shudders as she threw her whole body back into mine. Eventually she stopped and just stood there, allowing me to do the fucking. I slowly slid my cock in and out of her pussy while she caught her breath.

“You almost there big guy?” she asked looking over her shoulder. “Because I want you to cum on my face!”

I grinned at her and picked up the pace. I could feel my balls start to tighten and pulled out of her wet snatch. Theresa dropped to her knees in front of me and licked her lips as she started squeezing her tits, trying to entice me to cum.

My cock was inches from her face as I started pumping it as hard as I could. She opened her mouth wide and the first stream went right down her throat. I started shaking and my aim was rather poor. I hit her chin and cheeks and then it started dribbling down onto her tits. She lifted her chest up and reached up to milk the rest of my cum onto her melons.

I was totally spent and looked down at Theresa who had my cock in hand and was rubbing it against her tits. She turned her gaze towards me and smiled.

“That was great!” she said. “You know how to please a woman!”

I just smiled at her and took a deep breath, trying to relax after my own mind-numbing orgasm.

“I’m going to walk to the water and clean up,” I said. “Care to join me?”

“Sure,” Theresa said. “I’ll be there in one sec.”

I grabbed my swimsuit and walked down to the water and dove in, trying to wash up a bit. I came out of the water and looked for Theresa. She was no where to be found.

*****

Nick looked back at my horror-ridden face.

“Dude,” he said. “She was so hot! Did you know someone was taking pictures?”

I just stared at him and shook my head.

“I had no idea,” I said with a blank stare on my face. “Not a clue.”

“Wow!” he said. “Fucking amazing though, I mean, you fucked an amateur pornstar! That’s fucking sweet!”

He walked out of the room and ran back upstairs. I just sat there, not sure what I was supposed to feel.

“Yeah, I suppose I did!” I thought. “And I fucked her good!”

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I guess you could say my introduction to the lesbian lifestyle was slow, sweet and beautiful. I welcomed her into my arms and into my bed just as naturally as if we’d always been together. It was the first time for either of us but it turned out we’d both known for a long time that we were either bi or lesbian and were afraid to do anything about it.

I know that some women battle with their consciences and go through a period of denial. I had a friend that almost suffered a nervous breakdown going through it, but it just seemed so right when we kissed and neither of us ever looked back. The only straight sex I’ve had since then was a dismal failure but it wasn’t his fault. He gave me several orgasms but they just weren’t enough. Would I sleep with another guy? Who knows, but I’m not looking and I don’t need one to give me what I need.

My biggest problem was and continued to be, that I am so sexual, almost a nympho at times. Well, I was before all this happened.

It all began when I booted up my computer after a days work. I scanned my e-mails, dumping the spam messages, deleting the ones I didn’t know until I saw one that puzzled me. It was from ‘sizzlinsister’, and I’d never heard of anyone using that screen name. The subject said, “Invitation. Please do not delete, Important. Now, I’ve been duped by a lot of spam tricks but this one intrigued me.. Leaving it on the screen, I went to pour a glass of juice. As I sipped the refreshing liquid, I decided to open it, hoping that the anti-virus and anti-spam programs I’d installed were effective.

The message was double spaced in a very feminine type font on pink stationery. Nothing seemed unusual, at least not at first.

“Samantha,” it began. “Greetings. Your name and information were given to us by a mutual friend, who, of course, must remain anonymous. After you read this, I’m sure you’ll understand why. She has given us quite a bit of information regarding your new lifestyle and based on her input, along with other facts about you that we’ve been able to gather, It gives me great pleasure to extend this rather unusual invitation.

The mission of our group, “Totally Woman,” is to offer select individuals the opportunity to expand their horizons, meet new friends in an unusual setting, and bring new pleasures to their life. If you are interested in a more full, more exciting life, and would like to know more, please double click on the medallion you see at the end of this mail. You will be taken to a new site that shows a beautiful southern mansion and garden. Only one pink blossom will be visible. Click on that blossom and your journey will begin. Your access code is A22CF9. Please do not lose it or allow it to get into the hands of anyone else. It is exclusively yours for the next 48 hours, after which it will be rendered inactive.

I hope we will see each other soon.” It was signed, LTF.

It was puzzling, and yet I had to admit that it piqued my interests. Who could possibly know that much about me and my “new” lifestyle, other than my previous lover, whom I hadn’t seen for several months? Why would they care about my level of excitement? I saved it to a new folder and finished reading my postings and e-mails, then went to change into panties and sleep shirt. Pouring myself a glass of wine, I returned to the computer, finally admitting that whatever and whoever it was, I had to know more or I would never get any sleep that night.

Logging on to the site, I was pleased by the beautiful opening scene, the aforementioned Southern mansion with tall porticos, surrounded by beautiful flowers but only one pink blossom could be seen. I clicked on it and was immediately linked to yet another screen, showing a picture of me, sitting in the park as I watched some women playing volleyball in bikinis. I remembered that day all too well. I watched firm bodies of the women and the bouncing breasts in bikini tops. My only question was, who cold have taken the picture? After a few seconds, a soft, decidedly feminine voice welcomed me.

“Welcome, Samantha. We are pleased that you have accepted our offer. In the next few minutes, you will be taken through a series of steps. The reason for all the steps is to give you plenty of time to reconsider. At each step, please take a few seconds to consider what you learn before moving on to the next step. I hope you find our offer acceptable and we will meet each other soon. If you still are interested in growing in the lifestyle, please click on the volleyball in the photo.”

With trembling hands, I moved the arrow to the volleyball and clicked on it. It appeared to explode and a pink envelope drifted to the ground. “By your actions, Samantha,” the voice continued, “we believe you to be ready for the first step. Our group seeks to take your life to new levels. If you wish to continue, please click on the envelope that fell from the ball.”

When I clicked on the envelope, it opened and a note flew from it to open on the screen. “Thank you,” it read. “You should be izmit escort advised that the activities of the group are intensely sexual and require an ability to be accepting of new experiences. If this is not something you can accept, please click on the medallion at the bottom of the screen. You will be contacted later by a representative. If you choose this option, delete any saved messages. If you feel comfortable to continue at this time, you will see a small oval design at the top of the page. Click on it and you will be taken to the next level, but take a few seconds to contemplate your decision.”

Without hesitation, I placed the arrow over the oval design and clicked on it. It seemed to turn, opening the note like a door onto another screen. ” Now that you have chosen to accept our invitation, we will begin the process of preparing your orientation. Though it is an intense experience, nothing will happen that will cause you intense pain or physical damage. You can be assured that you will be treated with respect at all times. You now have twenty-four hours to reconsider. At this time tomorrow, you will receive an email with further details. Thank you, and have a lovely evening.” It began to shrink to the sound of a beautiful ballad, and then it was gone.

The next thing I did was to place a call to my first (and only) lover, Candice, who preferred to be called Candi. It had been months, but we still talked frequently and exchanged emails several times a week.

She greeted me with “Hey Samantha, are you naked?”

I laughed and replied quickly, “I wish. Hey Candi, I need to ask you something. Are you familiar with an organization called Totally Woman?” For a second or two , there was no reply.

“Uh yeah, in a way,” she replied, and I knew she was holding back.

“Did you give them my name, and tell them a whole bunch of shit about me?”

“You know me better than that, Sam. I promise you, it wasn’t me.”

“What do you know about them?”

Again, the hesitation. Her voice softened when she replied. “Ok, listen to me, Samantha. I can’t tell you where I got my information from and there is a lot I can’t tell you but I’ll tell you what I can.” I heard her take a deep breath before continuing. “It is a very exclusive, very selective lesbian organization in your area. The very fact that they contacted you should be considered an honor. I do know that it will change your life in ways you can’t imagine, and I do know that every time you meet with them, you will be challenged in one way or another. I also know that they aren’t kidding when they say it is intensely sexual. I wouldn’t even suggest it to most women but I think you’d be fine, and they don’t play games with your head. If you decide to get out, you can. I can’t tell you more than that Samantha. You’ll just have to accept that from me. I already said more than I should.”

“Are you a member, Candi?”

“I wish. They don’t have a chapter in our area, at least not yet.”

“Well then, how do you…”

“Samantha…,”

“Ok, ok, thanks. You’ve told me enough anyway. Thanks hon. We really need to get together soon.”

“I hope we can,” she replied. “I’m running all over the country but I haven’t been able to get an assignment there again. I’ll keep trying though.”

True to their promise, there was an email for me the next evening.

“Hello, Samantha. Since we did not receive an opt out message from you, I will assume that you are accepting our offer. The next step is to take you through the orientation program. In this step, you will be welcomed as a new member in a special ceremony. It is nothing like the hazing we went through in college, though it is every bit as intense. For the last time, I will offer you the opportunity to reject or postpone your decision. If you do so, please close this screen and wait for further instructions. If you accept our offer and wish to continue, please click on the medallion at the bottom of the screen.”

Without hesitation, I clicked on it, opening a new screen of familiar pink stationery.

“Thank you and welcome. It is important that you follow our instructions exactly as given. Should you be unable to comply, please use your opt out code to postpone your meeting with us.

At exactly 8 PM this Wednesday, you will wait at your door for our driver. You will know our vehicle by the medallion on the door, exactly as the one you’ve seen in our correspondence. You must wear a button front blouse and skirt that falls at least three inches above the knee. Please be wearing heels when you arrive. You will proceed to the vehicle and enter without speaking. The driver will verify your identity by a photo we have on file. The driver will not speak except to ask you your name and age. A blindfold will be placed over your head and secured with adjustable straps. When you reach your destination, the driver will escort you to the building where a guide will meet you to escort you the rest of the way. You are not to speak to them.

When yahya kaptan escort you arrive at the destination, the guide will position you for your next step. Remember, should you choose not to appear, or if the prospect of a blindfold over your eyes is uncomfortable, please follow the opt out instructions given earlier. If there are any questions, or if you don’t understand anything, please type your question in the box that you will find at the bottom of the screen in thirty seconds. We will reply in seconds. If you wish to continue, please click on the pink balloon that says ‘I accept.’ Thank you for your trust. You will not regret that decision”.

Quickly writing the information down on a sticki-note, I wrote 8PM Wed., then stuck it to my screen.

When I clicked on the balloon, I was directed to page 2 where I found the picture of the golden medallion, but now, I could see it more clearly. A picture of a woman was carefully worked into the center. Although it wasn’t obvious, I knew that the woman was nude.

I put my mouse pointer right on her nipple and clicked. I was rewarded by the image of a beautiful young woman who winked at me and said, “I’ll see you very soon.”

I forced myself to focus on the job at hand the next morning, but when I went to lunch, I sat so that I could study Danielle’s actions. She was the only other woman who knew or suspected. Was she the one they used to get information? Had it been a mistake to attempt to seduce her that night? Obviously, there was an initiation or something since they were so specific about what I was to wear, and I did have the right to reconsider at the last moment once I knew what I was being exposed to.

I decided to shop for something new, choosing a dark blue mini-skirt with coordinating pale blue blouse. Going to one of the most popular lingerie stores, I purchased white thongs and a matching demi-bra .with front closure.

Wednesday seemed to move with agonizing slowness but as soon as it was 5PM, I hurried out of the office, nearly running into my apartment. After eating a light dinner, I showered and dressed in the requested outfit, complete with heels. At 7:55, I was standing in my doorway.

When a mini-van bearing the medallion on the door pulled to the curb, I took a deep breath and closed and locked my door. Entering the vehicle, I glanced at the driver, a lovely young woman with auburn hair. The woman compared the photo to me, then asked my name and age. That being done, she reached over to slip a black blindfold over my head, pushing me back into the seat. As she leaned over me to buckle the seat belt, I inhaled her fragrance and wondered at the firm young body that pressed against mine.

When we arrived at our destination, the driver got out and opened my door for me. Taking my arm, she led me up a long walkway and into a building. Just before she left, she kissed me tenderly on the cheek and squeezed my arm. For a moment, I stood quietly, but then someone took my arm again and guided me down a long hallway until we stopped and I heard another door open. We stepped into a room and the guide moved me to a spot and dropped my arm. Though nothing was said, I knew that I stood there alone.

“Welcome Samantha,” a very feminine voice said. “Thank you for your trust. If you feel threatened or uncomfortable at any time, please feel free to hold up your hand as a sign that you wish to pause to collect your thoughts. Should you choose to stop at any point, just use your safe word. You will then be taken to another room where the guide will escort you to your van to be taken home. A representative will contact at you at some point in the near future. You must speak only if spoken to and follow all directions. I encourage you to relax and enjoy the evening. Your safe word is ‘done.’ If you speak that word, all activity will stop..”

For a few seconds, there was no sound but then I heard a footstep and shivered as several hands began to move over my body. It was impossible to tell how many people there were, as they softly caressed everywhere on my body. My face was turned from side to side as at least one woman kissed me, though I was sure it was more than one. The kisses roamed over my neck and ears as the warmth that began spreading over my body brought a soft mewling sound from my lips. I felt someone unbutton my blouse, pulling it from my skirt, but it wasn’t removed The tender kisses moved down to cover my shoulders, and chest, then on to the exposed globes of my breasts. I felt arms surround me, pulling me into a warm embrace and then the hands stopped and there was nothing but silence. I now stood, wearing an open blouse, and white lace demi bra over my skirt and heels.

The hands soon returned and now I felt fingers working their way under the waist band of my skirt as other hands unzipped it. As my skirt dropped to pool around my ankles, a cool breeze swept over my bare legs. Two pairs of hands grasped my arms to steady me as a voice requested that I step gebze escort out of my skirt. The hands that again began to teasingly fondle my body were soft and gentle in their touches and strokes, almost as light as a feather, and I heard myself moan in desire. When one of the hands moved to cup my sex, I instinctively spread my legs wider, gasping as they moved over me, caressing and stroking over my panty covered sex. As my blouse fell to the floor, kisses were placed all over my chest and arms, then over my shoulder and down my back. A warm, wet tongue caressed the flesh of my stomach, moving slowly upward toward my bra. I was now moaning and mewling almost constantly.

When my legs began to weaken and start shaking, hands once again steadied me as my bra was removed. I was gently guided to a couch or bed of some kind where I was moved to lie on my back. With just a few motions, my heels and panties were whisked away. My legs were spread and a soft towel was placed under my hips. Soft, well padded restraints were wrapped around my ankles and wrists as my hands were moved over my head and secured there while my ankles were secured at each corner of the bed or couch.. I was now naked, my, wrists over my head, my legs splayed wide, my moist pussy on display. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster and it was difficult to control my breathing.

I tensed when hot breath was blown over my clean shaven mons and my now exposed labia.. Then, once more, as suddenly as it started, it stopped. Again there was no sound. The thoughts of what was about to happen had my body screaming for attention and I felt the wetness between my legs, grateful for the towel that had been placed there.

Though I never heard a sound or sensed any movement, I gasped as tongues began moving over my painfully erect nipples. Fingers kneaded my breasts and swirled over my navel. I could feel the desire building and my moans became louder. I cried out as finger tips spread my labia wide, while still more fingers plunged deep into my wet pussy. The only sounds I heard were my own as I fought against the need for release. I was near, so very near and I needed to come so desperately. As the waves began to move over me, the fingers drove into me, faster and deeper. When my first orgasm hit, I cried out in pleasure and pain as my breath was taken from my lungs and my body seemed to implode. There was a pause in the action as I calmed, then fingers moved over my lips feeding me my own juices.

The aroma of aroused, feminine sex moved over me and I felt the heat from above as a woman straddled my face. I thrust my face upward and made contact with a wet pussy which I lapped at hungrily, thrusting my tongue into her in search of more. I groaned loudly when I felt a tongue begin working it’s way into the depths of my pussy, while someone held my lips spread wide. I pushed my hips into the tongue and moaned as I licked wildly at the pussy in front of me until I felt the woman’s legs clamp down on my head and kept licking as the thigh muscles began to spasm against my head. When the woman lifted her body off, I felt lips caress my face and a kiss was softly planted on my lips. “Thank you,” A second later, I cried out as my clit was bitten and chewed on, sending me over the edge again.

Then everyone left and a voice said, “Lie still, Samantha.” My restraints were removed, giving me the freedom to move and the familiar voice returned, only now it sounded as if the woman were right beside her. “Please stand, Samantha.” I sat up and waited for my mind to clear, then rose to stand on shaking legs while strong arms held me up. Flexing my legs and arms, I waited for whatever was to happen next. Cool air blowing over my legs brought a shiver over my naked body, wet with not only my juices, but those of others.

As I waited, I wondered how many women were there with me. I snapped out of my trance when someone’s lips moved against mine. The lips were soft, sensual and inviting, followed by a smooth tongue that worked its way through my lips and over my tongue. I was wrapped in a warm embrace by at least two people that continued as hands began moving over my back and up the back of my legs , over the cheeks of my ass and into the deep cleft between them. My body tensed when I felt a finger move over the sensitive flesh of my anus. That was one thing that no one had done to me and I wasn’t sure what I should do. Could I go forward, knowing what they most likely wanted, or should I use my safe word? The fingertip circled the rim over and over until I felt a slight pressure. Was I about to be penetrated? I didn’t panic but I had to admit to reservations about it. As the gentle probing continued, I finally decided to try to relax and let it happen.

I was guided to lean against a smooth round object. Hands firmly pushed me forward, forcing my shoulders down until I felt a padded surface against my breasts. A pillow was placed under my head and my arms were stretched out to the sides, to be secured by restraints. They lifted my feet up, placing them on some kind of bar or platform where they spread them wide and secured them. The cool air against my anus reminded me that my ass was on full display and I no longer doubted the intent of my hosts, only my ability to tolerate it.

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This is continuation of the series. It’s first and foremost a story so if you’re just looking for a quick sex scene, this isn’t the story for you. It will continue though. Thanks to all the readers who have encouraged me to continue the series. I guess these characters have marinated long enough and are ready to tell more stories.

Thanks for reading!

*****

Scott Neilson’s urgent voice called up the stairs. “Deb, come on! You’re going to miss your flight!”

“Just a minute!” Deb yelled back at him. Frantically she took one last look around the room before hefting her carry on and running down the stairs to meet her impatient husband.

“You haven’t flown in a while, Deb, you don’t know how bad security has gotten. They don’t call TSA ‘Thousands Standing Around’ for nothing!” Scott said as he snatched her bag and headed for the car with Deb close on his heels.

Once in the car and finally on the way to the airport, both Scott and Deb relaxed a bit, his hand resting on her thigh while her hand covered his. Small moments of affection and connection came naturally to them the past few years and both reveled in their strong relationship.

Just four years before things looked very different for the long married couple. Deb had had an ongoing affair with a much younger man and when Scott discovered it, their marriage was very much in jeopardy for the better part of a year. Therapy, both individual and as a couple helped to salvage their skeletal marriage but the real healing came accidentally through counseling with another couple.

Six months after the affair was discovered, Deb and Scott continued to go to counseling but both privately wondered whether they should bother to continue. Deb was often moody and defensive while Scott was suspicious anytime she was out of his sight. The tension in the home was like a thick fog they couldn’t seem to get rid of. Then they met Rich and Sandy.

A friend of Scott’s recommended the couple as a resource for those struggling in their marriages. At their very first meeting with the older couple both Scott and Deb felt as if saving their marriage was a possibility and even worth the effort. Through regular visits with them, Deb and Scott worked through the difficulties and problems and although no marriage is perfect and the road was very painful, the Neilson’s marriage was stronger than it had ever been. They continued their friendship with Rich and Sandy, even continuing to meet for accountability on occasion. Eventually Deb and Scott even began to meet with and counsel other couples.

Deb watched Scott’s face as he concentrated on the road. Scott always gave full attention to whatever he was doing. She loved the laugh lines that spread like whiskers from the corners of his eyes. He sometimes would ask her if she thought he needed some cosmetic work done but Deb always reassured him that he was perfect just the way he was. Salt and pepper hair sparsely covered his head giving him a distinguished gentlemanly look. Deb knew that he sometimes still thought about the young lover she had taken and felt inferior to the youthful body without a ‘lived in’ look. She truly did love his look as he aged though and was sure to tell him often just how handsome and distinguished he looked to her. Of course, Deb was aging as well but still managed to look far younger than her 54 years.

As nişantaşı escort he pulled up in front of the departure area at the airport, Scott looked over at Deb and for the millionth time thanked heaven for his wife. She was his whole world, a passionate and mysterious woman who loved him unconditionally. What man could ask for more, he often asked himself.

They quickly got out of the car and dealt with the suitcases as the no parking police watched closely. “I better get going, Deb. It looks like he’s low on his quota of tickets this week. I don’t want to be his next one. Now give everyone a big kiss from Grandpa and don’t let them run all over you.” Scott said with a teasing grin, a playful slap on her ass and a quick kiss.

“Goodbye Honey, I’ll see you a couple of weeks. I’ll call you when I get there.” Deb said as she turned to go into the terminal.

Once through security, which was as bad as Scott had predicted, Deb was able to sit quietly and enjoy a Chia tea while waiting for her flight to board. She was anxious to get to Raleigh and spend time with her son and his family. The three hour flight would be a good and probably last chance for some peace and quiet for a while. Deb smiled at the thought of the chaos that awaited her in North Carolina.

In Raleigh, Brian Neilson wrapped up his meeting with new investors. He had been working on this merger for a long time and knew he had them just where he wanted them. Brian exuded confidence and most people he came in contact with trusted him quickly and easily, while a small number thought he was too arrogant and would avoid doing business with him. That didn’t bother him though. Business was booming and that’s what mattered to him.

Thirty minutes from his office the aforementioned chaos was in full swing. Six year old Justin was chasing the dog through the house. Eight year old Sophia was at the kitchen island frosting a cake, and three year old Blake was barricaded in the powder room while his frazzled mother tried to unlock the door.

“Blake, open this door right now!”, she yelled and then paused for a few seconds. Hearing no response she renewed her efforts with the chop stick and finally heard the pop of the lock.

“Oh My God!”, she exclaimed as she took in the small bathroom. Blake had peed all over the rug and toilet paper was strewn everywhere. He took one look at his mother’s face and made a beeline out the door and up the stairs. Heather took a deep breath and sighed. For the hundredth time she questioned why she had agreed to a two week visit from her mother in law. The pressure to have everything perfect was just too much for the overwhelmed mother of three.

In truth the relationship between Heather and Deb couldn’t be stronger. Deb was always helpful with the children and was a loving and wise ear to the young mother. Heather often wondered how they would make it without her in-laws, even from a distance. The pressure to have everything in perfect order was huge although Heather knew that Deb didn’t expect that and would be fine with the craziness that was their life.

And what a life they had! Married at 20 with three kids before 30 was not how she envisioned her life once upon a time. Heather aspired to be an artist and planned on traveling the world before possibly getting married in her mid thirties. She thought she may be interested kağıthane escort in having one child if the timing was right but never in her wildest imagination did she see herself as a stay at home mother of three. She glanced in the mirror at her harried expression and said softly, “Chaos indeed!”

Brian called Heather as he walked to the parking garage. “Hey, is everything ready for my mom? We’ll be there by 6:00 so I hope dinner will be ready to go.”

Heather rolled her eyes, took a deep breath and said with restraint, “It’s coming. I’m doing my best but you do know I have three monsters to deal with and one hyper dog and pee in the downstairs bathroom, right?”

Brian chuckled, characteristically ignoring the frustration in her voice and said calmly, “Ok then. We’ll see you soon.” Then in 20 minutes he was pulling up to the curb and welcoming his mother.

“How do you get more beautiful every time I see you?” Brian asked Deb as he hugged her tight. “I’m so glad you’re here. Heather is going nuts at home and can really use your help.”

Not for the first time Deb had to bite her lip to keep from responding that if he would be home once in a while and would help when he was, maybe Heather wouldn’t be so overwhelmed. Instead Deb smiled at her son and said, “Well her job is pretty stressful. It’s not easy to run a household.”

Brian, as always, didn’t want to talk about that so they reverted to safer subjects as they headed to the house.

As usual, Deb overlooked all the chaos and just loved on her family. They were precious to her and she never wanted to waste time dwelling on the negative although eventually she would make sure she had one on one time with Heather at some point during the visit. In the meantime the children were the focus and Deb loved every minute of being with them.

When Brian and Heather had asked her to visit for two weeks, Deb was a little hesitant. Then they explained that they both had trips planned and they could really use her help to run the household. Deb was happy to help out and more than willing to spend extra time with her grandchildren.

The first few days were spent just having fun together. Even Brian put work aside and took time with them. The atmosphere was fun, relaxed and rewarding.

After the weekend Brian packed his things and left for some meetings in Denver. Although he wouldn’t be staying at his parents’ house, he was planning on having dinner with his dad. Deb was happy that the two of them would have some time together.

On Tuesday morning Heather took a cab to the airport for a trip of her own. Not usually one to indulge herself, Heather had signed up for a class in Boston. She was to be gone for six days of lectures, painting and mentoring by some of the best artists in the country. It was a wonderful opportunity to explore the art world without the distraction of her family. Heather hugged Deb closely before leaving the house and said, “I just can’t thank you enough. You don’t know how much it means to me to be able to do this without worrying about the kids.”

Deb smiled and brushed the tears from Heather’s face, saying, “Go! Don’t worry about a thing. Learn and create and have a blast!”

As she shut the front door and looked around at the mess in the foyer, Deb sighed deeply and said softly, “Ok. It’s chaos but I’ve got this.”

Once osmanbey escort she was in the Uber, Heather could finally relax. The guilt she felt leaving her mother in law with such a messy house bothered her a bit but mostly she was just happy to be escaping. Of course she loved her children and loved her husband most of the time but was often resentful of what she had given up for them. She never voiced those thoughts but felt them deeply. Going to Boston for the art clinic would be a wonderful and much needed respite for the young mother and she couldn’t wait to get there.

The flight was uneventful and as Heather walked through the airport she was daydreaming about the week to come. She felt lighter and younger than she had in a long time. Stopping in the restroom, she quickly brushed her teeth and checked her reflection in the mirror. 32, 5’6″ on a good day, a medium length brown hair that never seemed to stay in place, a lovely clear complexion, small upturned nose and bright green eyes, Heather often was complemented as ‘cute’ or ‘sweet’. She would rather it be ‘beautiful’ or ‘stunning’ but those words were not in her genes. She would most likely age well, just like her mother, so she accepted that ‘cute’ was as good as it was going to get. Of course after the damage caused by carrying and nursing three kids until they were 2, she was just pleased to receive compliments.

Just after leaving the secured area, Heather looked over the waiting crowd of people. Finally she spotted the older gentleman. The ipad he held in front of him displayed her name and when he saw her a wide grin spread across his face.

“Heather!” he exclaimed in a deep voice as she came to close to her. “Am I happy to see you!”

Heather stepped into his tight embrace after just a moment of hesitation. Her arms slipped around his waist as his hands firmly pulled her into him. After just a bit too long a time, Heather pulled back slightly and looked up into his ruggedly handsome face.

“Eric. It’s really good to finally meet you.” Heather said softly as she blushed.

Eric silenced her by placing his lips firmly on hers. She gasped as his hand moved to cradle her head under her hair and hold her close. Her lips parted in surprise which he quickly took advantage of. His tongue licked the width of her soft lips, leaving no doubt as to his desire. She sighed and melted against him as his insistent tongue pressed into her mouth. After a minute or so she came to her senses and gently pushed back from him.

“Wow! That’s so much better than just playing online.”

Eric laughed softly and held her firmly against him with a strong hand on the small of her back. “You better believe it baby. If you think I’ve cum a lot for you over the last couple of months, and I have, you haven’t seen anything yet!”

As they walked out of the terminal and headed to Eric’s car, Heather’s mind raced. Signing up for the art class had led to meeting Eric which led, somehow, to flirting and playing on the phone and webcamming with him over the past few months. What had begun as a way to release her pent up frustrations and loneliness had led to a full blown online affair that was finally going to move into real world. Heather leaned against her lover as they walked, fully aware that she was really walking with a stranger. As he placed her suitcase into the trunk and led her to the passenger door however, Heather was also fully aware of the enticing bulge in his pants and the moisture forming between her legs.

“It’s going to be quite a week”, she whispered as she sank into the soft leather of the seat.

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It was because I worked at home for a software company that I became friendly with the group of housewives who met every Wednesday afternoon.

We all lived on the same street and I soon realized that these four women met at the house across from mine while their kids were at school and their husbands were at work. I saw them from my home office window, arriving at two o’ clock every Wednesday. I knew them because they were my neighbours and I have to admit that I had spent lonely nights (I was currently between relationships) thinking about all four of those lovely women while stroking my manhood. Little was I to know that even my wildest fantasies couldn’t match what was about to happen…

On the day it happened, I was sitting in my office working on the latest program for my employers. I glanced at the clock and noticed it was almost two, time for the ladies to arrive. I leaned back in my chair and watched the street.

First to arrive was Jill. She was the only one of the housewives who was single, though God knew why. She was tall and slim and extremely shapely. She had shoulder length brown hair and glasses, a good-size chest and a real shapely swing to her slim hips. I watched her knock on the door across the street and saw Donna open it.

Donna, whose house the women met at, was a beautiful black lady with long raven hair. She had a shapely body with a large chest and a big shapely rear. Her husband worked at a local accounting office and every day after he left, Donna took her two children to school then spent her time in the front yard. I spent many hours watching her through my window as she pottered around the flowerbeds in a clingy vest and shorts, and once, I had stroked my cock while watching her. I had imagined peeling those clothes off her lovely body and entering her with my raging hard-on. I came, grunting, while watching Donna bend over her roses, and I shot my cum into a tissue. On Wednesdays, of course, she was never in the yard; she spent the day getting ready for her three friends to arrive.

After Jill entered the house, I waited for Julie and Sandra to arrive. They always arrived together, walking from their houses up the street. I saw them and my eyes drank in their very different figures. You had to appreciate Julie and Sandra for totally different reasons. Julie was a slim redhead. Her hair cascaded down over her shoulders and down her back in tight red curls. Her body was lithe and her tits looked small but her legs were shapely and her butt looked good enough to eat off. Sandra, on the other hand, was a very big lady. She had ash blonde hair cut into a bob around her wide face. Her body was plump, not fat, and her ass looked large beneath her skirt but the two things that took your breath away when you saw Sandra were her tits. Her bust was absolutely enormous. She wore a dark blouse today and the material quivered as she moved, her gargantuan tits shaking beneath it. I had always been a tit man but I could only imagine what Sandra’s puppies would look like if they were let out of her bra.

The two girls knocked on Donna’s door then disappeared inside. I sighed, ignored the erection in my pants, and got back to work. I would wait until I went to bed later before masturbating. I thought about each of those four women on various nights but I knew that tonight, I would be thinking about Sandra while I pumped my cock. What a big girl…

It was almost an hour later when my phone rang. I sighed and picked it up. I was expecting my boss but when I heard the voice on the other end of the line, I sat up immediately.

“Adam?” It was Donna.

“Yeah,” I said.

“I’m sorry to disturb you while you’re working but do you think you could come over here? I’ve got a problem with my computer.”

“Sure, I’ll be over in a minute.” I almost ran for the door. I didn’t want to miss a chance to get close to those four lovely neighbours of mine. I could take my time fixing Donna’s computer and take in the feminine sights, collecting them in my memory for recalling later when I was in bed.

Donna opened the door with a smile. She really was pretty . I felt a flash of guilt as I remembered masturbating while watching her in her yard, then dispelled it and said, “You got a problem?”

She nodded nişantaşı escort and led me inside. The other three housewives sat in the living room, Julie and Sandra on the sofa and Jill in a chair. They all said “hi” as I entered.

“Hello, ladies,” I replied. I always wondered what they did every Wednesday afternoon. I assumed they just had a coffee and a chat, probably comparing notes about their husbands and kids.

The computer sat on a desk at one end of the room. Next to it sat a digital camera.

“It’s just frozen up on us,” Donna said.

“Okay.” I sat on the chair in front of the screen. “What application were you using?”

“The camera software,” Donna said. I noticed her look at the other women with a glint in her eye.

I looked at them too. Julie sat in a relaxed pose, twirling a lock of her long red hair with one finger. Sandra sat next to her, big and womanly, her blouse still straining to hold its load. I noticed that she was blushing slightly. A few people on the street had told me that she was shy and a bit of a prude. Shame, with a body like that. Her husband was a lucky guy to sleep with those huge tits every night. Jill sat on her chair with her shapely legs crossed. She wore a jogging suit and that’s when I took a mental step back. When I had seen her arrive earlier, she had been wearing a skirt and blouse. So why was she now wearing a black jogging suit?

“Can you fix it?” Donna asked me.

I turned to the screen. “Sure, let’s take a look.” I rebooted the computer then clicked into the camera software. I found the problem and fixed it quickly. However, not wanting to leave so soon, I took my time accessing the various folders, making it look like I was still working on the problem. It was then that I noticed three folders entitled “Jill”, “Donna” and “Julie”. Obviously the ladies had been taking photos of each other. God, how I would love to have a pic of just one of these lovelies. Humming a tune to myself, feeling the women’s eyes on me, I clicked on the folder called “Jill” and 20 icons appeared, each a bitmap. I clicked on one and a photo appeared on the screen. I gasped.

It was a picture of Jill all right, and she was dressed in a blue bra, blue panties, blue garter belt and blue stockings. I heard Donna gasp too, then the other three. I clicked the mouse and closed the window.

“Er, sorry,” I said.

Donna said, “It’s okay…I guess you’ve discovered what we do here every Wednesday afternoon.”

I turned to face the women. Sandra was blushing furiously but the others looked unperturbed. “Really?” I asked.

They all nodded. “It started some time ago,” Julie said. “We were joking about how our husbands don’t appreciate us, then started taking photos on Donna’s camera to increase our self confidence. We started using lingerie. We really enjoy our Wednesdays.”

“Wow,” I said. I didn’t know what else to say. “I can’t believe that part about your husbands, though. How could they not appreciate such beautiful women?”

“Believe it, Adam,” Sandra said. “They’re bored with us after all these years.”

I shook my head. “No way.”

“It’s true,” Donna said. “So we take the pics to cheer us up.”

“Well they sure cheered me up,” I said. I looked at Jill in her jogging suit and realized she must have some lingerie on under there. I felt my cock harden in my jeans.

“Erm, it’s all fixed now,” I said.

“Great, thanks, Adam,” Donna said. “What can we do to thank you?”

I could think of a few things but I took a chance and said, “Well, I sure would like to take a few of those pics home on a disk. I wouldn’t let anyone else see them, of course. They’d be just for my…use.” I could only imagine the pleasure I could have jacking off over pictures of these ladies in lingerie.

Donna frowned then looked at the others. “I don’t know…” she said.

“I think we’d better discuss it,” Jill said.

“Could you leave the room?” Donna asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “I need to use the bathroom anyway.”

I went to the end of the hall and sat on the edge of the bath. I didn’t really to use the bathroom. My cock was straining against my jeans and I felt so turned on by these four beautiful housewives.

I heard a hesitant knock at kağıthane escort the door. “We’ve reached a decision,” Donna said.

I opened the door then rejoined the ladies in the living room. I stood before them nervously. I hoped they would let me take some pics home with me,.

“it isn’t that we don’t trust you,” Donna said, “But we need some guarantee that our pictures won’t be seen by anyone else. If our husbands were to find out…”

“Of course,” I said. “You have my word.”

Jill giggled. “We want mare than that.”

“You’re going to have to pose for us,” Donna said. “We keep your pics here with ours. Then you can take some of ours home with you.”

I frowned. Pose for them? I felt scared at first but then I thought about taking some pics home and the fun i would have with them. And after all, I had a good body; I went to the gym regularly and worked out. I was broad-shouldered with good tone and big muscles. Sure, why not? “Okay,” I said. “Why not?”

Donna walked over and got the camera from the desk. “Do you want me to take off my shirt?” I asked. She nodded. “And those jeans.”

I slid off the shirt and the girls watched me as I slid off the jeans too. I stood before them in my jockey shorts, realizing that my raging erection was tenting them wildly at the front. The women said nothing but I could see their eyes taking me in. Donna took a picture.

“Okay,” she said. “Erm, let’s see how you should pose for us.”

Jill stood up. “Wait, I just got an idea. Adam can pose with me.”

Sandra looked shocked. “Jill, are you sure?”

Jill nodded. I noticed her eyes locked on the front of my boxers. She slid out of the jogging suit and stood there in white panties and bra. The lingerie was lacy and her breasts looked lovely pressed together beneath the bra. “My God,” I said out loud. My cock twitched excitedly in my shorts.

“Come on,” Jill said to me,” It’ll be fun.”

I nodded. Sandra, Julie and Donna watched as Jill knelt on all fours before me. She looked over her shoulders at me. She looked so sexy kneeling there in nothing but her underwear and glasses. “Kneel behind me,” she said. “Donna, get ready to take a photo.”

I looked at her beautiful shapely ass in the white panties. The material rode up her ass crack and her smooth cheeks looked soft and rounded. I knelt behind her and placed my hands on her slim hips. My cock felt ready to burst.

Sandra put a hand to her mouth. “I don’t believe this,” she said. Donna took a photo of us.

“Oh God, look how excited he is,” Julie said.

“Yeah,” Donna said breathlessly as she took another pic. “Jill’s really turned him on.”

I pressed the front of my shorts against Jill’s ass cheek. Jill gasped, “Oh yeah, you’re really hard aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” I said. “You girls all turn me on.” I took a sharp breath as Jill started to grind her ass cheek against my manhood.

“Jill, what are you doing?” Sandra asked, horrified.

“Sandra, if you don’t want to watch, you’ll have to leave,” Jill replied. “Because I can’t stop now.”

“Surely you don’t mean…” Sandra looked aghast.

“You’re always telling us how Eric has lost interest in you, Sandra,” Donna said. “Look at Adam…I bet he’s turned on by you. Aren’t you, Adam?”

I looked at Sandra, at her huge bust. “Oh God, yes,” I groaned. “I think you’re gorgeous, Sandra.”

Sandra looked at the floor, blushing. “This is getting out of hand,” she said. “If our husbands…”

“Hey, those losers aren’t here,” Julie said. “We always tell each other how they’ve lost interest in us. Well look at Adam…I’d say he very damned interested.” She pointed at my shorts. “I want to see his cock.”

“Yes, ” Jill whispered to me, “For God’s sakes get your cock out for us.”

I didn’t need asking. I was so horny, I’d do anything right now. I slid my shorts off and stood up, my cock thick and hard, rising proudly from my groin. All the women gasped at the sight of my huge erection.

Jill wasted no time. Still on her hands and knees, she crawled over to me and took me in her mouth. I groaned as her mouth enveloped my cock, her lips pushing back my foreskin to reveal my purple helmet. She bobbed her head from left to right, tasting me and groaning osmanbey escort with pleasure. She looked up at me, released my cock from her mouth then slid her tongue down the underside of my shaft to my balls. She moved her mouth back up to the head then gently took me between her lips again. I pushed my groin against her face, feeding her my meat.

Donna said, “Screw this,” then put the camera down. She got on her hands and knees and joined Jill. The two girls took turns lapping at my manhood while I stood there gasping and groaning with pleasure. Their tongues worked expertly on me, tasting me from my balls to my cockhead.

“I can’t watch,” Sandra said from the sofa. Julie had started taking pictures with the camera that Donna had discarded.

Jill turned around, still kneeling on all fours then pulled her panties down to her knees. Her pussy lips shone wet between her legs, covered in a light brown downy hair. I dropped to my knees behind her and touched the head of my cock to her pussy. “Yes,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”

I pushed into her and we both gasped at the sensation as my dick slid into her hot tight tunnel. I pressed my groin up against her soft ass then started thrusting in and out of her. Donna started taking off her own shorts and panties, kneeling next to Jill.

I looked at her lovely brown ass then at her prominent pubic mound and pink pussy lips. I pulled out of Jill and pushed into Donna. She cried out as I started to fuck her.

“Donna” Sandra cried out, “What about your husband?”

“He’s…ughn…lost interest in me,,,ughn….” she managed as I fucked her, “…what I need…ughn…is a good hard cock like Adam’s…uhn…inside me…oh God it feel so good in there!” I held her ass tightly as I bucked against her.

I could feel my balls filling with cum and my lower stomach tingling. “I’m not far from cumming,” I gasped.

“Cum inside me,” Donna moaned.

“No, cum inside me,” Jill cried out.

Then Sandra stood up. “No,” she said, “We all want to see that cock cum don’t we girls?” They all nodded in assent. “I know I want to see it,” Sandra said. She started to unbutton her blouse. “I want you to cum over my big tits while we all watch,” she said.

“Sandra, what’s gotten into you?” Julie asked, still shooting pics of us on the camera.

“The sight of that cock,” my huge-busted neighbour said. She threw the blouse to the floor and stood there in a nig frilly white bra which barely contained the mountains of flesh within. Sandra lay back on the sofa then unhooked it. She let it drop to the floor and her glorious tits were there for everyone to see. I had never seen anything so beautiful. Each soft, full heavy tit was topped with a huge, erect dark brown nipple. “Julie,” she said, “I want you to get a shot of me jerking him off over my tits.”

“Oh yes, oh yes,” I half-moaned. I pulled my cock out of Donna’s pussy then walked over to Sandra with my manhood waving hard and thick before me. She wrapped her fingers around me and looked me in the eye. “Do you like my big tits, Adam?”

I nodded and groaned as she started to jack me off. Her fingers slid over my cock, from base to head and her tits wobbled heavily with the movement.

“Oh fuck, they’re beautiful,” I moaned

The other girls gathered around to watch. “Come on, Adam, ” Donna said, “Let’s see that lovely big cock explode all over Sandra’s tits.”

“We want to see you shoot your cum over those big nipples,” Jill said.

Julie took a pic then threw the camera down to watch my cock more closely. “Cum for us,” she moaned.

“Cum for me,” Sandra said, looking at me seductively, “All over me, all over my big tits. I want to feel your hot seed spilling over my big tits and nipples.”

“Oh yeah,” I moaned.

“Come on, baby,” Sandra urged.

“It’s coming!” I shouted.

“Yes, all over me,” Sandra commanded.

I cried out and thrust my hips forward as a hot salvo of cum exploded from me and hit Sandra’s big brown nipple. “Oh yes!” she cried out.

I continued jerking against her hand as she milked my seed from me. A second ribbon of cum hit her tits, then a third. All the girls urged me on with “Come on, Adam” and “Shoot it for us”. A line of cum shot from and hit Sandra’s other nipple, then the rest of my hot seed spilled over her hand as she pumped it out of my cock.

Finally, I fell to the carpet, totally spent. My cock had just had the time of its life and I was sure these women wouldn’t let it end here…

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