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Chapter One:

Three Days to Go:

Wednesday morning, the last week of term before the Christmas holidays, it was almost here, the moment all teachers live for…freedom…two child free weeks to eat, be sociable…and most importantly, to drink. I’d never been as ready for a break in my life!

I wasn’t overly excited about the holiday itself, I was just in desperate need of some time to myself. It was going to be a turkey dinner for one this year since my now ex-girlfriend Amy had decided that jumping into our bed with her previous boyfriend while I was on residential with my class was a perfectly acceptable thing to do, because, and I quote, ‘she was lonely and I was never there’…

Amy was the latest in a string of failed romances, although admittedly for the most part this didn’t bother me. I had always been a bit of a lone wolf and working the hours I did meant I didn’t have much time for girlfriends anyway, besides this I had a fairly expansive toy collection that kept me more than satisfied…most of the time.

As far as I was concerned I had made damn sure that I carved out time to see Amy whenever I could, for us to just be together, enjoying each other’s company…more often than not these occasions would end with her begging the Gods for help while her body shook to a mind-blowing orgasm under my touch…not that she was ever eager to return the favour.

I spent a few days after discovering her spread eagle on our bed with that twat laid on top of her wondering if I actually did deserve this, I mean, ironically enough her ex was, physically at least, effectively me in a male body. Short black hair, green eyes, roughly 6ft…granted he didn’t have my abs or my b-cup breasts but we did look similar enough. Perhaps it was that I really hadn’t been attentive enough or physically there enough and she actually did find me attractive…then one night, when I was laid on the sofa treating myself to a well-earned glass of wine (or two) I watched a couple of episodes of some soap opera or other and found myself reliving the last few days of my life, seeing the woman on the show take her cheating partner back as if nothing had never happened got me so wound up I knew instantly that it was time to stop moping over Amy and to move on with my life.

Which leads me back to today, Wednesday morning, the last week of term before the Christmas holidays.

I had no plans to start any new work with the kids this late into the term so my class had spent the last couple of days making paper snowflakes, playing games and watching Christmas films. It had been snowing on and off all week meaning that they hadn’t had much time outside to release some energy…needless to say it had been a loud few days, but hey, the kids were enjoying themselves.

I was hiding behind my computer screen rubbing my temple in an attempt to stop the incoming headache and scrolling through my emails when a quiet voice filtered slowly through the din the kids were making.

“Miss Watson…Sara…Sara? Hellooo…anyone in there?”

I looked up over my screen to see Lucy (or Miss Johnson if you’re being professional) the bubbly, somewhat irritatingly cheerful NQT from across the hall smiling down at me. Normally I find it incredibly hard to stop myself from smiling back at her, there’s something about her that I find oddly endearing no matter how much she irritates me, but today not even she could drag me out of my funk.

“Hi Lucy,” I answer, plastering a small smile on my face, “what can I do for you?”

“Nothing major, don’t panic.” She smiles again and brushes her long red hair out of her eyes. “This afternoon I’ve got the Polar Express lined up for my kids to watch, keep them occupied for a couple of hours and all that. But I was thinking maybe I’d start it before lunch and they can have sort of a picnic while they watch and they’ve got time to watch all of it…I was also thinking that it’d be nice if your class came and joined mine for the film?”

“Erm, yeah,” I reply, thinking at least it’ll be quiet for a couple of hours, “sounds good to me, I’ve got nothing planned with them so if you think…”

“Great!” She interrupts. “I’ve got sweets too so we can get them all hyped up before we send them back to their parents.” She laughs as she starts walking away. “See you in an hour or so.”

I feel a couple of things as she walks out of my classroom; firstly, a small pang of irritation as I was hoping she was going to take this task on solo…not that I’d have to be there too. But secondly, and perhaps more surprisingly, I find myself experiencing feelings of arousal as I watch her walking away, my mind transfixed by her long hair leading my eyes down her spine to her lovely round, firm ass…

I shake my head a few times as she closes the door behind her and try to stop thinking about how good that ass would look not covered by jeans. She has to be at least ten years my junior…and probably very straight…it’s istanbul escort just been a while, I tell myself…nothing I can’t take care of tonight with the help of my favourite toy.

…

Two hours later I gather my class together and take them across the hall to Lucy’s classroom, after several arguments over who’s sitting next to who and who’s in who’s space, we finally get all the kids sat down together in the same room. While Lucy hands out sweets and the kids promise with cheeky grins on their faces to eat them after their sandwiches, I sit myself down at a table at the back of the room where I can keep one eye on my laptop and the other on the kids.

“Aren’t you going to watch the film?” Lucy asks as she sits down in the chair next to mine.

“Erm, maybe I’ll tune in later,” I reply, “I just want to get this sorted for next term.”

“Next term is miles away,” Lucy laughs leaning in to me and squeezing my arm, “here,” she passes me a bag of Haribo, “eat these, watch the movie and relax. The last week of term was meant to be a wind down.”

Reluctantly I switch off my laptop and open the sweets, I’m trying my best to maintain a happy disposition for the kids in light of the fact it’s Christmas and they’re so excited but my heart isn’t in it. Normally I wouldn’t still be working this late into term but when you’re feeling down I’ve often found it’s best to try and keep yourself busy…not sit still trying to focus on not letting your mind wander. Especially when what your mind keeps wandering to is sat by your side at the back of a darkened room…

…

“Polar Express not your cup of tea? ” Lucy enquires roughly an hour later as she catches me staring off into space.

“It’s not that,” I smile, “I just dumped my cheating girlfriend so all I want to do at the moment is drink and wallow in self-pity.”

“Oh no, I’m so sorry to hear that.” She rests her hand on my knee. “Can I just say though, she must be absolutely insane to risk losing you.”

“Thanks,” I laugh, trying desperately to ignore the contact, “but I’m…”

“Miss Johnson?” We spin around to find Tom, the headteacher, leaning round the classroom door “Ah, Miss Watson you’re here too, excellent. I’ve got some parents here for you.”

“Some parents?” I ask surprised, looking at my watch “There’s another two hours to go yet.”

“Haven’t you seen the weather?” He asks incredulously, giving me a superior look.

“Not from a dark room we haven’t no.” I snap back as Lucy pauses the film and opens the blinds.

“Oh wow,” Lucy gasps looking outside, “ok kids lets go. Time to get your coats on.”

The kids grumble a bit when the movie goes off but are soon shouting with glee when they see the snow falling heavily onto the already covered ground outside. I make my way over to where Lucy is still standing beside the window and peer out at the snow. It has to be at least half a foot deep.

“Well,” I sigh, “at least I live within walking distance.”

“I don’t.” Lucy says quietly from beside me as the parents make their way in and round up their children.

…

Ten minutes or so later as more parents arrive to collect their children I glance across at Lucy and see her still staring out the window with a worried look on her face. I sigh inwardly, having company over isn’t high on my priorities list at the moment but my conscience kicks in as I watch her and I realise I can’t just leave her stranded at school overnight…my decision to invite her over didn’t rest completely on this fact (despite what I was telling myself) there definitely is something about her I find her strangely endearing…and I’d also seen Tom hovering in the doorway.

Tom and I had never really connected, mostly due to my lack of interest in men and his utter disbelief that a woman would ever turn him down…but I also didn’t like the arrogant way he strutted around the school…or how he behaved when he met pretty, young women…and I was quite keen to keep him away from Lucy.

“Come home with me.” I say as I walk over to her.

“What?” She replies drawing her gaze from out the window back to me.

“This afternoon. Once the rest of the kids have gone, come to mine, you can’t stay here overnight, you won’t have time to walk home before it’s dark and I only live about a mile and a half away.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t do that. You don’t want me hanging around when you’re at home. I’ll just…”

“Lucy,” I interrupt, “honestly it’s fine. So long as you’re ok with drinking wine and eating rubbish I’m sure we’ll have a great night.”

“I’m ok with those things.” She laughs “Thanks Sara, it really means a lot.” She squeezes my arm again and our eyes meet properly, Lucy blushes as we stare at each other and promptly turns away to help the last of her kids with his coat.

It takes roughly another forty minutes for the rest of the kids to be collected by their parents and for Lucy and I to get ourselves ready to go. We şişli escort say goodbye to the other staff members still waiting for parents, avoid passing Tom on the way out and make our way home.

“You didn’t pack for heavy snow then?” I ask Lucy when we set off as I note her fairly thin coat, small boots and jeans.

“No,” she shivers “I’m gonna be wet and cold tonight. I’ve got a change of underwear from my PE kit but I’m not sure that’ll be much use in this weather.”

“It’s ok, I’m sure I can lend you something warm to wear when we get to mine. Here, put my scarf on, it probably won’t keep you all that much warmer in this but it’s worth a try.”

“Oh, no, that’s ok.” She stammers “I’m sure I’ll be fine once we get walking.”

“Lucy for God’s sake just take the scarf. If not for you then do it for me, it’ll drive me mad looking at you in hardly any clothes in this weather.” I pause for a second and then blush lightly as I realise that despite my innocent intentions, there could possibly have been some sexual undertones to what I just said.

Lucy obviously thinks so as she blushes too and smiles nervously when she takes the scarf from me and wraps it round her neck.

“Ready?” She asks digging her hands deep into her pockets.

“Ready.” I nod.

Chapter Two:

Adjusting to Company:

What should’ve been roughly a twenty-minute walk back to my place actually ends up taking us a staggering two and a half hours, Lucy’s lips were blue when we arrived at my front door and I had to help her peel off her coat, shoes and socks she was so cold. I went upstairs, found some dry clothes for her and basically forced her into the bathroom to get a shower and warm up while I changed my clothes and headed for the kitchen to switch the kettle on.

…

“Hey.” A small voice whispers from the kitchen doorway some fifteen minutes later.

“Hey there,” I reply turning around to see Lucy leaning against the door-frame, the clothes I lent her burying her five-foot three-inch frame “you look better. Want a drink? I was going to wait for you but I was in desperate need of a cup of tea.”

“Tea would be great thanks.” She smiles “Thanks for the clothes too by the way, this hoodie is particularly comfy.”

“It’s one of my favourites,” I reply passing her a mug of tea, “it looks good on you though.”

She blushes a dark shade of pink as I lead her into the living room and sit her down under a blanket on the sofa. We sit in silence for a while before Lucy clears her throat:

“There’s no decorations.”

“Hmm?” I enquire.

“That’s what’s missing. I’ve been looking round the room trying to figure out what’s different and that’s it.” She pulls the blanket tighter around her body. “I know you probably don’t feel like decorating but maybe it’d help cheer you up a bit to get festive?”

“Maybe,” I sigh, “are you sure you’re warm enough there? You still look really cold. I don’t want you getting hypothermic.”

“I’ll be ok.” She smiles. “I feel loads better, just a bit tired. I might just lay down here for a while if that’s cool?”

“It’s cool.” I laugh. Grabbing our empty cups, I take them through to the kitchen and lean against the sink with my back to the window. I think to myself as I stand there that maybe she does have a point. Perhaps putting up some decorations would cheer me up a bit and help take my mind off Amy…I make my way back to the living room and pick up the book I’d been reading, trying my hardest not to stare at the pretty, young woman asleep on my sofa.

…

A couple of hours later I finally abandon my attempt to read my book and decide that how often I’ve found myself watching Lucy sleep is starting to get a little bit creepy.

As quietly as I can, I run upstairs and find my Christmas decorations, I stack the few boxes I have in the corner of the room and glance across to the sofa where Lucy is still sleeping soundly. My stomach grumbles as I look up at the clock, it’s too late for a huge meal but I am hungry. Walking across to where Lucy is sleeping I kneel down next to her, I can’t help myself as I brush some lose hair from her eyes and tuck it gently behind her ear, my fingers resting lightly on her head. She truly is gorgeous, blemish free skin, soft, silky hair, full lips just begging to be kissed…stop it Sara!

“Lucy,” I whisper, trying my best to get those thoughts out of my head. She stirs a bit in her sleep, reaches up and laces her fingers through mine sending a warm feeling through my chest, “Lucy…” she opens her eyes slowly “…hey, I’m hungry so I’m gonna just put some toast in. You want some?”

“Mmm, yes please.” She whispers back, her eyes widening as she realises her fingers are laced through mine. “Sorry,” she gasps sitting up and pulling her hand away, “I just…”

“It’s fine, honestly, don’t worry about it. I’ll be back in a bit.”

What the hell am I doing? I shake myself as I re-enter mecidiyeköy escort the kitchen and start on the toast. A pretty girl falls asleep on my sofa and suddenly I can’t switch my brain off, I had absolutely no reason at all to touch her then! She’s too young and cheerful for me, definitely not the person I want to try my luck at a rebound fling with! How awkward would that be for the next god knows how long as work?

I finish sorting the toast and make a point of sitting as far away from Lucy as I can without it looking like I’m avoiding her. I catch her looking at me a couple of times but thankfully she still seems to be too embarrassed about what happened to bring it up again.

I give it another half hour and decide to head upstairs, pausing only to put a toothbrush and some pyjamas on the bed in the spare room for Lucy I quickly head to the bathroom for a shower before bed. I think Lucy opened her mouth to speak as I got up from the sofa but I hurried past her before she could get the words out…

…

Exhausted from the walk home I fell into a fairly deep sleep, meaning it takes a few long seconds before the soft tapping noise at my door manages to rouse me.

“Sara…Sara, are you awake?” Lucy whispers from the doorway.

“Hmmm.” I groan back still mostly asleep.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you, but do you have another spare blanket I could borrow? I just can’t seem to get warm.”

“Erm, I don’t think I do actually.” I answer truthfully “Do you think a hot shower would help, or a drink?”

“Maybe…but I don’t want to use all your hot water or anything…you’ll never invite me round again.” Her voice shakes slightly with the cold as she laughs.

“You wanna get in here with me?” I find myself saying, genuinely lost for any other solution. I lift one side of my duvet, inviting Lucy into my bed. She doesn’t hesitate and I soon hear her footsteps padding across the carpet and feel her climb into bed beside me.

…

I fell asleep again shortly after that but awoke perhaps an hour later to Lucy trembling beside me. Turning over I see she’s laying facing away from me, I close the distance between us and encourage her to turn to face me.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” I whisper.

She gives me a shaky smile and an unconvincing nod. Bringing my hand to her cheek I feel her skin, she’s cold but not quite like ice, I slip out of bed and grab her blanket and the other duvet from the spare room. Laying them on top of mine I climb back into bed.

“Better?” I ask.

“Loads better, thanks.” She manages to get out through chattering teeth.

“Do you want a hot drink or anything?”

“No thanks. I’m sure I’ll warm up soon.”

Still not convinced, I sigh and pull her against me, body heat is the best way to warm someone up, right? I wrap my arms around her and she lays her head on my chest, her legs intertwining with mine.

“Try and get some sleep ok?” I whisper “And promise me you’ll let me know if you need anything.”

“I will do,” she nods, “thanks Sara.” She stretches up and gives me a shaky kiss on the cheek before settling herself back on my chest and curling her arm protectively around my ribs.

…

The next morning I woke up to my alarm blaring out at full blast and Lucy missing, I assumed she was in the bathroom as I rolled out of bed. Seeing the snow falling again I decided instantly that school would be closed, climbed back into bed and didn’t stir again until gone 9:30. I’m not sure what woke me up but I ambled downstairs and made my way to the kitchen.

I was looking out across the garden from the kitchen window again when a pair of freezing cold hands lifted my shirt and pressed themselves flat against my back.

“Jesus!” I gasp. Lucy giggles and presses herself against my back as I try to escape, trapping her hands between us.

“Don’t struggle,” she whispers against my ear, “you’ll only make it worse.”

“Why are your hands so cold?” I gasp again secretly relishing in the feel of her body pressed against mine.

“I went for a bit of a walk, I was checking out the roads to see if maybe my dad could get here to pick me up since I’m stopping with them for Christmas.” She lowers her hands to my hips. “I don’t think he’ll be able to get all the way here but if I walk a bit of the way…”

“You’re more than welcome to stay here…” I interrupt, turning around to face her “…until the weather clears up, I mean…you don’t need to leave on my account.”

“Are you sure?” She asks “I don’t want to impose, I can’t see them opening school tomorrow but if they do maybe I…”

“Lucy, I promise you, you aren’t imposing…I’m enjoying you being here.”

I feel a deep blush spreading across my cheeks. What the hell is wrong with me? I never blush! Get a grip Sara!

“Ok, great.” She smiles and blushes herself before kissing my cheek “Maybe I could help you decorate?”

“Sounds good, I’ll just get dressed and we’ll get started.” I feel my cheek burn even more where her lips touched my skin as I stumble out of the kitchen…realising when I get half way up the stairs that I’ve left my tea and cereals half-finished on the kitchen side.

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This is a continuation on what began as an innocent neighborhood barbeque in chapter one. Introduction to the main characters can be found there. Before the story continues though I’d just like to thank all of you who’ve sent such lovely comments. It means a lot to hear that you like my writing, and I’m sorry if my updates aren’t all that regular. I also should add that English isn’t my native tongue, so any mistakes in phrasing is possibly due to that. I do try to keep mistakes to a minimum though. Feedback is most welcome.

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As he didn’t know who had moaned George felt he should investigate who was making the sound, and not merely storm in and interrupt what sounded like someone having a really good time. Still, as he came closer he couldn’t shake the nagging thought that the sound came from Annas room. The moaning sounds were becoming more rhythmic, and George thought he definitely could hear a slurping sound. Even with his prude, sexually repressed wife, George was no rookie. “Now that sure sounds like a blow job,” he thought and snuck up to the crack in the door way.

The first thing that met his eyes was a sideways view of Steven who stood there proud with his eyes closed, his place betraying the great pleasure he felt. What George saw when he looked further down floored him. There Anna was, not only on her knees in front of Steven, but topless. Adding to that she had Stevens cock in her mouth and was bobbing her head up and down his shaft.

“That son of a bitch!” was Georges first reaction. “How dare he stick his cock in my daughters mouth?” George really wanted to kick in the door and kick Stevens ass, yet he found himself doing nothing. Instead he found himself looking at his daughters big breasts as they bounced slightly in rhythm with the movements of her head. That young, firm skin… So pretty… So innocent… So sexy… So sexy those breasts would look covered in cum… “No,” he silently reprimanded himself. “That’s your daughter. Your sweet innocent lovely daughter, Anna.”

Anna looked up at Stevens face and felt a certain pride. Steven looked just like her boyfriend did when Anna tried to get his creative juices flowing. And by the sounds of his moaning, Anna guessed from her experiences with her boyfriend, that the juices might come soon. She enjoyed the feeling of this massive thing filling her mouth, so she reluctantly pulled herself of it. Without meaning to she instead wrapped her hand around the shaft and started stroking. It felt like the natural thing to do, and Steven didn’t seem to mind, so she stroked him a little faster. “Mister Steven… sir…” Anna said, feeling a little unsure how to address him, now that she felt like she was employing his professional talent. “Where do you want me to take your juices?”

Steven almost came right away when he heard the question. Here he had the opportunity to do pretty much as he pleased, and she would agree with a smile. He realized he would need to compose himself for a moment though in order to sound credible, and so he cleared his throat. “For this to have the maximum effect, sweetie, I need you to put it back in your mouth, and press it as deep in your mouth as you possibly can. When I tell you the juices are coming, I need you to swallow them, ok?”

Annas smile widened. This was just the thing she had practiced with her boyfriend to maximize the effect on him as well, so Anna nodded and once again wrapped her lips around the glistening cock and started taking it deeper and deeper.

George stood dumb founded as he watched the exchange. How could his one and only daughter be such a natural cock sucker? How could she take so much of that pretty impressive cock she was now using bursa escort as a lolly pop? And why was she pinching her own nipples while she did it? Was that a moan from Anna i just heard? All these questions and a thousand more swirled through Georges head as the paternal part of his brain told him that was his daughter, and no man should get away with what Steven was doing just now.

The rest of Georges brain however told him to look down, and when he did, he realized he had unzipped his pants and was now stroking a hard-on. In fact, it was quite some time since he had been so hard. As he looked back at Anna he realized he was mesmerized by her breasts, and her cute little nipples, so at odds with the size of her breasts.

As if in spite the paternal part of Georges brain realized it was fighting a losing battle, it asked George “fine, but where are you gonna cum, you bastard?” The rest of his brain saw a bathroom nearby and he snuck in and locked the door behind him. With the mental picture of what he’d just seen, it didn’t take George long to cum in the sink.

Steven felt that familiar tingling feeling as Anna actually managed to bump her nose against his pelvis. This girl was amazing. Steven stretched his arms to the sides and felt like yelling “I’m the king of the world!” but settled for saying “Good girl, Anna. My juices are gonna come very soon,” which made Anna try that extra bit harder. Steven was unable to keep himself from groaning loudly as he started cumming, and he all but teared up as he looked down at this incredibly beautiful, and kind and also mind-numbingly naive young woman who really did her best to swallow all his cum.

As Anna felt that Stevens juices had stopped coming, she was reluctant to pull her mouth off his cock. It felt so good having one inside her, and something inside her said “this is mine. I wanna keep it.” There was also a strange feeling inside her, that came every time she did this. A strange feeling between her legs and it also made her touch her own breasts for some reason. All she knew was that it made her feel good, and something that good couldn’t be wrong, right?

After a moment she thought to herself that she was being unfair, and that she should let Steven have his thingy back and slowly extricated herself from his still hard cock. Again she couldn’t help herself but stroke it lovingly and look at it with a big smile. She eventually looked up at Steven. “You think it worked?” she asked.

Steven felt himself instantly dragged back to reality. Oh right, he had pretended to be an interior decorator, and tricked her into believing that she needed to blow him. Quickly composing himself Steven tried to look as if deep in thought, while he really was thinking he’d pushed his luck and needed an out. And fast before they got caught. “I’m not sure yet,” Steven said in a flash of inspiration. He saw Anna pouting but still having a hold on his cock. Again he had to tell himself not to push his luck and try to get any further, but instead said “I’m afraid sometimes these things can take some time.”

Steven could see the confused look on Annas face as she tried to process what he’d said. “No wonder” he thought. “Who’d understand that bullshit i just told her?” Steven cleared his throat and reluctantly made Anna let go of his cock. As he told her to put her top back on and likewise got dressed, he elaborated “You see sweetie, it’s different from person to person. Sometimes the inspiration will come immediately, but for some it takes up to a day for this to have effect.”

Anna seemed pleased with the answer, and Steven breathed a sigh of relief. Now for a final move. “Tell you what, Anna. As soon as I feel the effect, I will give you a bursa escort bayan call ok? For now, I think it’s best if I just go home, rest, and prepare myself for when the right time comes.” Anna pondered what Steven had just said. Her boyfriend had never said anything about this, but maybe he and Steven were just different in that way. She smiled as she felt a real affection for Steven. He explained everything in a way that made sense to her. Anna nodded. “I trust you mister Steven… sir..,” she said again feeling unsure what title to use.

Steven breathed a sigh of relief but he just had to be sure of something before he felt safe. “Remember now, Anna what we talked about earlier.. Trade secret..” he said. Anna beamed and nodded “Trade secret.”

When George had stopped cumming, he cleaned himself off somewhat and stood for a moment looking at himself in the mirror. “What the fuck did you just do?” he asked himself. “You’re some piece of work.. Jacking off while watching some guy have his way with your daughter? What the hell?”

George suddenly heard a noise from downstairs and took a deep breath and thought “well, i’ll just deal with the moral implications of this later. For now.. For now, what George?” He stood there pondering for a moment. “For now, go downstairs and be a good host.” With that he left the bathroom, only to notice that Annas bedroom was now also empty. As he walked downstairs he saw that Steven was nowhere to be seen, and Anna was chatting to a middle aged woman from down the street.

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Finally the barbeque was over and George sat down on the couch with another beer in his hand. He had also had time to talk to his wife on the phone, and as usual she had ended the conversation saying “I’ll pray for you George” and as usual George had just sighed, not knowing what to say to that. He sipped his beer and tried to put what had happened out of his mind, and focus on how nice it had been for example talking to Mrs Adams from next door. It had been too long, George thought. But his minds eye kept coming back to Annas large breasts, her stiff nipples and not forgetting how her lips looked wrapped around that cock. Again George felt his anger rise for not being able to push it from his mind, but also for the effect it was having on his cock.

With mom not around, Anna felt it had been her duty to help daddy entertain the guests, and she felt pride in how she had handled herself. Getting compliments from a few of the guests saying “what a fine young lady she’d grown up to be,” had really made the whole evening for her. Still she couldn’t shake that thought out of her mind, and she also couldn’t think of a better time than tonight to talk to her dad about it. After all, her mother had told her at length about how if you didn’t get things done right away, you were sure never to get them done at all. Still this was a topic that she knew mom didn’t want her to talk about, but maybe dad did. Still she felt nervous when she walked in the living room and saw George sitting there, leaning back and enjoying his beer.

“Hiya daddy,” she said putting on a big smile as she sat down next to George on the couch. George almost jumped as Annas appearance shook him back to reality. “Hello there sweetie,” George said and silently cursed himself as he noticed there was still a substantial bulge in his pants. By now it was too late to cover it up, that’d just look dumb. “Did you have a good time tonight?”

Anna leaned her head against Georges shoulder and he wrapped his arm around her as she snuggled in. “I sure did daddy. There is one thing i need to talk to you about tough. Well, two things really,” Anna replied and felt her nervousness increase again.

George escort bursa swallowed hard. Had she seen him? Was this whole thing about to explode in front of him?

“What’s that honey?” he asked.

“weeeeeell…” Anna said, not knowing how to make daddy understand her predicament. “You see daddy, there is this trade secret known only by interior decorators.”

“Go on, sweetie,” George said trying in vain not to think about what he had seen earlier.

“Tonight I leaned that mister Ericsen, you know Steven? Well, I learned that he does some interior decorating, and I think I might have let his secret out, daddy” Anna said, with a slight worry in her voice. George closed his eyes. Oh my god. She did see me, didn’t she? Had she already called Linda? Were the cops on their way? He took a deep breath, and waited for Anna to continue.

“You see daddy, I helped Steven with… Well, the trade secret..” Anna continued and blushed as she couldn’t help but get that tingling feeling again as she thought back to earlier in the evening. “And I think someone might have seen us, daddy.”

Once again George cursed himself for not being able to keep his cock from staying down. He realized Anna was going to look down any second and see her daddys cock clearly being rock hard in his pants. How was he going to explain that?

“I thought i saw someone in the doorway daddy. At first I thought it was you, but then I thought ‘if it’s daddy why wouldn’t he come in and join us?’. So it must have been someone else,” Anna said trying to recollect what she had seen in the corner of her eye. At first she thought nothing of it, but as the evening progressed, she had become increasingly worried that she had actually seen someone.

“It was surely nothing sweetie,” George said and patted Anna on the head. Ok, she hadn’t talked to Linda, and the cops weren’t on their way, George thought and calmed down somewhat. “I’m sure your secret is safe.”

Anna wasn’t totally convinced. Then again, she had been told her memory wasn’t always totally reliable. “Ok, daddy. If you say so. There is one other thing i wanted to ask you though, daddy. And it’s kinda related to… Well, the secret I was talking about,” she said.

“Well, technically you didn’t tell me the secret, but I guess I’ll just play along” George thought with a smile as he nodded and hummed in agreement.

“You see daddy… I realized tonight that… Well… I really enjoyed myself..” Anna said hesitantly. “Is it wrong, daddy? That I enjoy it when I take… You know…A…”

“Penis?” George asked before even realizing it.

“Yeah… In my mouth?” Anna asked and turned her head to look up at George and she pointed at her open mouth to emphasize the point. “It that sinful? I won’t burn in hell right?”

George almost wanted to laugh out loud. Not at the naive, sheltered way that Anna talked about sex, clearly too influenced by her mother, but at the absurdity of the whole situation. Mere hours earlier George had watched her give what looked to be a divine blow job, and now she was asking him about it. He cleared his throat to give himself a moment to think and to keep himself from laughing.

“No, sweetie. You are becoming a woman now, and part of becoming a woman is about learning what you enjoy. Your tastes may become different, and you may start to enjoy doing other things than what you’ve done before” George said and looked Anna deep in the eye. He swallowed deep as he saw clearly the love and trust in her eyes. The paternal part of his brain wished he really hadn’t seen her before. “For a woman to enjoy… well, having a mans penis in her mouth is perfectly natural.”

Anna seemed to consider what George had just told her for a moment and then leaned back against his shoulder. As he couldn’t see what she was looking at he hoped it wasn’t his crotch. Suddenly she turned her head again and looked at him wide-eyed…

End of Chapter 2.

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Rain was falling as Lise slipped quietly into the grounds of the monastery where her mistress Margarete awaited her. She was cold, wet, exhausted and saddle sore, but she was grateful for the rain. It would increase her chances of remaining unseen.

Three days remained until the marriage of Margarete to the Lord Colin MacLean, and the bridal procession was one days travel from his estates.

Exhausted though she was, Lise couldn’t help feeling pleased with herself over the success of her enterprise. Drawing on the resourcefulness and resilience of her youth as an itinerant performer and sometime lady of the evening, she had maneuvered herself into the bed of her mistress’s betrothed. By doing so, she had acquired not merely silver and some genuine pleasure. She had also gained information that might be of great value to her young mistress.

Leaving her horse in the snug stable, she crept silently into Margarete’s bed chamber. As a servant, her movements were of little interest to anyone, but if anyone had seen her, being the Lady’s favored attendant, it would be natural for her to be in Margarete’s room.

Being anxious for Lise’s return, Margarete was sleeping fitfully, and sat up as Lise entered.

“It is I my Lady,” Lise said softly.

Margarete leapt up, fumbling to light a candle.

“Are you well? Did you see him? Did you…?” Her hurried questions broke off as she approached Lise and perceived the water dripping off of the older woman’s cloak. “You are sopping wet, and you shiver so!”

“It’s certainly no night for travel,” Lise said, removing her outer garments and laying them aside, “Unless of course your errand is secret,” she added. “Be at ease my Lady. I was not discovered, and I was able to find out much that might help you.”

Margarete’s forthcoming marriage had been arranged by her father. He hoped to draw on Lord MacLean’s wealth to settle some urgent debts. Her family’s finances had recently taken an even more alarming turn, and requests for aid would be coming from France more quickly than anyone had anticipated.

Margarete knew this, but Lord Colin did not. So, Lise had ventured ahead to slide herself into Lord Colin’s bed, and discover how Margarete should go about enchanting him. Convent raised, she was frightened by her ignorance of such matters, not only on her own account, but because her failure to please her husband might lead to penury for her family.

“And you?” Margarete asked with compunction, “You are well?”

“Well enough.” Lise answered wearily. “Tired, cold, hungry, sore in more than a few places, but I’ve known worse.”

Margarete was impatient to hear Lise’s account of her adventure, but Lise was much more than a servant to her, so she asked no more questions as she poured watered wine into a cup.

“There are remnants of my supper here, eat,” she commanded gently.

Lise did so, watching the younger woman’s anxious face with amusement. When she had finished, Margarete drew her to her feet.

“Come,” she said, “You’ll not warm up in those wet clothes.”

Together, they removed Lise’s damp clothing and, in the growing dawn light coming in the window, Margarete was shocked to see bruises on various parts of Lise’s active body.

Till now, Margarete’s solicitude had been simply good manners forcing down her own impatience. Now, she cried out in dismay.

“How did you come by these?” She asked in alarm.

Lise examined the various souvenirs of her adventure.

“These,” she said, touching raw skin on her inner thigh, “Are the price paid by one no longer accustomed to long riding: and these,” she grazed bruises on breast and buttock, “are expressions of enthusiasm.”

Margarete’s face was utterly blank for a moment, then lit with understanding and shock.

Lise saw this and laughed. “Do not be concerned,” she said, washing at the basin of cold water. “I felt them little at the time, and they will heal.” She was too tired and chilled to try and explain the mysteries of men’s passion to her virgin lady, so she finished her washing and slid naked into Margarete’s bed.

“I’m chilled through!” she exclaimed.

Margarete stood utterly still trying to digest Lise’s off-hand explanation. At these last words, she shook off her paralysis of shock and got hurriedly into bed also.

“Oh Lise!” she gasped, pulling the other woman’s shivering body against her warm one, “You are bruised, chilled, warn out! You risked all this for me! You rode alone, you put yourself into the power of strange men for my sake!”

Until she had seen the bruises on Lise’s familiar body, Margarete had not fully appreciated what her servant/companion had done for her. She was bursa escort young, and preoccupied with her own anxieties. Now, she was awed and taken out of herself by what the other woman had done.

“Oh Lise!” she said rubbing the woman’s body to warm her, “Who else would have risked so much for me? No mere servant would have done this.”

She began to kiss Lise with the ardor of anxiety and gratitude. Lise lay still, no longer shivering, feeling the unaccustomed sensation of Margarete soothing her. When they were together like this, it was always Lise leading the younger woman. Lise accepted this as natural. Margarete was inexperienced and of noble birth, neither of which description fit Lise. Now, Lise was weary, and glad to be passive.

Margarete cradled Lise in her arms, kissing first her face and hair, then her lips. Their mouths pressed together, gently pulling but barely moving. The intensity of the kiss stirred Lise and she raised her arms to embrace and caress Margarete but the younger woman pressed her back.

“Always it is you taking care of me,” she said. “You tend me as any servant would, but you care for me as no one else. You have risked yourself to allay my fears, and even now you would give pleasure to me as you are accustomed to do. I owe you so much more than a servant’s wages, and before I hear your tale, I wish to begin to repay you.”

Their lips were close together. Margarete’s voice was low and intimate, and her long golden hair hung like a soft curtain around them.

She began kissing Lise again, first on her lips, then in slow, lingering progress down to her throat and breast.

Lise lay still, her weariness combining with the nearness of Margarete’s lithesome body pressed against hers to create a feeling of sensuous languor. Frolicking in Lord Colin’s bed chamber had been pleasurable, but it had not been a time for heedlessness. Now, her languor increased as the younger woman’s kisses covered her breasts, and lingered gently on the bruises left by urgent male hands.

Margarete’s kisses were slow, but her breathing quickened in response to a rising intensity. She ran her hands over Lise’s belly, her hips, her strong legs.

“You have a graceful woman’s body,” she said, marveling, “Yet you are strong too, and brave like a man.”

“Not like a man,” Lise smiled, reaching up to touch Margarete’s flushed cheek. “You too are brave and strong my little flower, you just haven’t discovered it yet.”

Margarete rose up and straddled the other woman so that their bodies pressed full length against one another. Their lips clung more hungrily as their hips began to rotate, grinding together. Margarete slid a hand between them and began pressing her palm against Lise’s vulva and moving it in slow circles, as Lise had so often done to her.

Lise began to moan and move her hips in more powerful circles. Maintaining the rhythm, Margarete sat back on her heals. She felt a new and unaccustomed sense of power rising in her. She had often witnessed Lise’s arousal, but she had never taken an active role in provoking it.

Now, her passion was combined with gratitude and something deeper. She wanted to please the other woman fully, to give to her, to take care of her, bring her to the ecstatic state to which Lise had so often lead Margarete.

Lise laid still, the tension and weariness draining from her like water. The fingers of Margarete’s hand began pressing gently on her clitoris. She reached up and took Margarete’s breasts in her hands, brushing fingertips across the small, hard nipples, lightly squeezing the rounded flesh, running her hands down the narrow waist to caress the delicate skin of her inner thighs.

“I have not yet tended to all your bruises,” Margarete said, and swung one leg over so that she could move further down the bed.

She found the marks on Lise’s bottom, and kissed them slowly, with a gentle sucking. Then, she found the roughened skin from Lise’s long hours in the saddle. With the tip of her tongue, Margarete bathed the flesh of Lise’s inner thigh with delicate caresses.

She began moving upward, licking towards the centre of Lise’s pleasure. Margarete had never done this before, and Lise lay reveling in her own surprise and pleasure.

Margarete nuzzled against the hair covered mound, feeling the heat and moisture emanating from it. She ran an experimental tongue in the tiny furrow of flesh visible, and felt the other woman’s body shudder as Lise gasped.

Margarete felt a surge of wonder and excitement. She repeated the action, and Lise spread her legs wider apart, exposing more moist skin, opening before Margarete like a lily to the sun.

Is this why she calls me “little flower”?” she wondered bursa escort bayan giddily.

Now, she was eager to explore the exciting new notion that she could cause Lise to gasp and writhe as she herself had so often been made to do.

Trying to recall how it felt, she placed her lips so that all the exposed flesh was engulfed, pulling petals in gently, then sucking lightly, releasing, sucking again. She held her lips so for a time, then began to move her tongue against Lise’s skin.

“Lise cried out softly, and Margarete drank in the sound with amazement and delight.

“Yes!” Lise gasped, “Like that!”

Margarete sighed with happiness as she put her arms around and under the other woman, pulling her hips tighter against her mouth, maintaining the rhythmic sucking, flicking her tongue slowly, excited by Lise’s rapid breathing and startled throaty cries.

Margarete could feel Lise building toward the ecstatic moment, and she tried hard to maintain and slightly quicken the movements of her mouth. Her jaws and tongue were becoming uncomfortably tired, but she wanted desperately not to lose the moment. Her own arousal was growing and, partly to express it, and partly to distract herself from the fatigue, she began to moan, echoing Lise.

Finally, Lise put her hands on Margarete’s head and began grabbing handfuls of her long, fair hair. She was afraid that, in her inexperience, the younger woman might stop at just the wrong time so she gasped out “Now! Now!”

Margarete moaned in genuine delight, pulling just a little harder with her lips, finding a last reservoir of stamina in Lise’s cries.

Lise felt pleasure rushing out from her middle to flood her whole body with an overflowing liquid light. All of existence had shrunk to their warm women’s flesh, and Margarete’s sweet mouth giving her a precious gift.

When her body had ceased shuddering, Margarete’s lips relaxed, and she covered Lise’s mound with light affectionate kisses. Lise reached down and pulled the younger woman to lie close to her.

Lise could feel Margarete’s arousal in the heat that emanated from her skin, her shallow breath, and the way her body wriggled, taught and eager. Now was as good a time as any, and perhaps better than most, Lise reflected.

“Since you have been so generous my little flower,” she said, “I will tell you now of my adventure. You asked about my slight bruises, I will show you how they were acquired. Rise up onto your knees, yes, now lean forward onto your elbows.”

Margarete obeyed silently, feeling apprehension mingling with a strange rising excitement.

“This is the favorite position of your soon-to-be husband. Time and again I saw him repeat it with several women, and with me.” Lise’s lips twitched in a smile that Margarete failed to notice.

“For several such moments, I was being held thus.” She moved behind Margarete’s proffered bottom and placed strong hands on the soft flesh. She dug her fingers in briefly to show how her own flesh had been marked.

For one disorienting moment, Lise felt what she supposed it must feel like to be a man, the desire to plunge rigid but sensitive flesh into the delicate waiting virgin hole before her.

“Then what?” Came Margarete’s timid question, breaking into her reverie.

“Then? Then his organ entered here.” She slid a fingertip into the tight opening. Careful not to push hard, she began moving the fingertip in and out, simulating intercourse.

“This posture is very… very compelling for a woman; for a man too I think. I doubt that he will command it of you your first time, though he might. Bring your shoulders right down to rest on the bed.”

Margarete did so, pushing her sex more prominently upwards, spreading the tender lips wider apart.

“That is a sign to a man that you have surrendered utterly to him, and perhaps that you feel pleasure also. Men welcome surrender, but pleasure they seldom expect. You can bind him to you more easily if you show your enjoyment, even if it be more acting than truth.”

Lise could see moisture on the exposed lips and caressed them with her fingertip.

“You found pleasure so?” Margarete asked faintly.

“Yes, but I am a woman of experience, and I understand that rough treatment,” she pinched Margarete again lightly, “Is not mere brutality as it may seem to you. I cannot explain it to you, but I think you will understand. If he chooses this way for your first time, it will be painful but I promise you it will not always be so. Lie on your back little flower.”

Margarete turned and lay flat. Lise straddled her, on knee on either side of the younger woman’s hips.

“This is how I acquired these.” Lise guided Margarete’s fingers escort bursa to the discolored skin on her own breasts. Lise was finding this instruction more enthralling than she’d anticipated.

She let Margarete’s hands drop to her sides and raised herself slightly.

“While a man is inside you thus,” and she began grinding her pelvis against Margarete’s, mimicking the actions of penetration, “He will often clutch you like this.” Her hands moved to the young breasts, pinching with unaccustomed force.

Margarete’s eyes widened but she said nothing and did not move. Lise’s fingers hurt, but they also seemed to be pulling something up from deep inside her, some powerful tide, like catching one’s self in a strong and dangerous current.

Lise continued her movements longer than demonstration required. Margarete’s dilated pupils and utter acceptance of Lise’s rough treatment were irresistibly exciting.

“During sex,” Lise said huskily, “Men may become transformed. If you speak they may not hear, and if they bruise you in their enthusiasm they may not know it.”

“And does this happen to women also?” Margarete asked unexpectedly, looking into Lise’s eyes.

Lise smiled. “Indeed it can,” she answered, “If you are lucky.”

She bent and kissed Margarete deeply, forcing her tongue between the girl’s parted lips. She took one of Margarete’s hands and placed it between their vulvas, then, continuing to push her tongue into the mouth of the woman beneath her, she rocked her pelvis backward and forward, feeling Margarete’s fingers move under her, urging her toward another climax. She pressed her weight down on top of Margarete, grinding her clitoris powerfully against the other woman’s until the paroxysms overtook her, then passed.

She lay beside the younger woman who still had not moved. She caressed her soft breast.

“You feel unfinished don’t you?” She asked kindly. “Like your desires have not been satisfied?” She laid a quick finger over Margarete’s lips to silence her.

“This is a sensation to which you may need to become accustomed. Men, including husbands, are always in a hurry, they reach fulfillment far quicker than we, and they seldom take the trouble to ensure that we also are fulfilled. Perhaps with husbands it is different. As a Lady of Convenience, I have mostly had to find my own pleasure. But I am not a man, and would not leave you unsatisfied.”

She put her hand between Margarete’s thighs.

“Spread your legs as wide apart as you can.” She instructed, enjoying Margarete’s dazed compliance, imagining seeing her in a man’s fierce embrace.

Her fingers began to dance over Margarete’s tender, exposed wetness, knowing, from long experience how to bring release. When it came, Margarete let out a series of high, breathy cries which Lise found as beautiful as music, or bird song. The two women lay in one another’s arms and Lise talked on.

“He knows you are young and convent educated. He expects that you will be pious, subdued, cold, remote and tiresome. I think you will disarm him best by decorum in public, and spiritedness in private. Of course he will not expect a whore’s tricks from you, and you must be careful, for you are far more awakened than he expects you to be.

Remember that a man is always flattered and soothed if the size and potency of his organ are complimented. Remember also that too much modesty in the bed chamber is disliked. Do not flaunt yourself, but try to show your body as if by accident. You may allow your gown to slip so that he almost sees your breast, or, if you should chance to drop something on the floor, it would be appealing to him to bend such that your pretty bottom becomes visible to him. Such seeming guilelessness will win his devotion I’m sure. Be lively and inventive, but not course. Anyway, you are so beautiful that he will surely be powerless to resist you.”

Smiling, she kissed the tip of Margarete’s nose.

“He will doubtless be hurried and graceless at first, but you must just be patient. I think it will be well, and I will be with you in the morning if it is not.”

They heard a growing noise and bustle outside the door, servants preparing for their last day of travel, wondering why their mistress tarried so long.

Lise sat up with a groan.

“This is one day I wish I could sleep through. Do not look so distraught. We will have much time to talk while we travel: and oh, you must remember to pretend a fondness for his disreputable dog! The brute follows him everywhere and his fawned over like a child.”

Lise was not partial to animals, but Margarete routinely struck up friendships and alliances with domesticated animals, and thought that this at least would be easy.

As she rose and was prepared for travel, she tried to digest all she had heard and felt. As they left her chamber, though her thoughts were troubled, her face was composed and serene. Seeing this, Lise smiled to herself with approval.

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The worst thing about the recession is the fact that there are absolutely no jobs out there. I’m a qualified Graphic Designer, I slaved away at university for three years and yet here I am temping for an insurance firm doing administrative duties whilst slowly losing the will to live. Could it possibly get much worse? Yes. My boss, after just two days of working there seems to have taken an instant disliking to me and has inundated me with an impossible workload.

I study her as she walks through the open plan office to the photocopier. A tight black pencil skirt and a matching suit, perfectly tailored to her curves. She bends over to reload the paper tray and I find myself rather intensely staring at her rear, for a woman of 45 it is incredibly pert. She turns around and glares at me and I quickly turn away pretending to type frantically. As she walks past me I get a waft of her perfume, a strangely masculine, cologne like scent which makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Could it be that I’m actually attracted to this evil control freak? She chucks a huge pile of invoices on my desk and sternly says “By the end of the day report to the office. We need to discuss your performance here, make sure sure you’ve finished this first”. Her face contorts into a mean smirk and she walks back to her desk.

Filing the invoices takes me ages, a near impossible task. I see my colleagues slowly one by one pack up for the day and pass me with a sympathetic look in their eyes. Finally we are alone. With my head hung low I heavily drop the the neatly ordered invoices on her desk. Without even looking up and with one sweep of the arm she knocks the heavy pile of papers on the floor along with the rest of the contents of her desk. I look down on the floor and a smashed photo of her husband looks up at me. Five hours of insane concentration down the drain, my face flushes with rage and I scream “What the fuck do you want from me?!” Much to my shame tears start to form in my eyes.

She reclines in her chair and smiles “I want to you bend over and pick them up like a good little girl”. She circles the wedding band on her left hand and ushers me to the pile of scattered papers.

The angry red head in me wants to slap her in the face but at the same time I realise how incredibly turned on I bursa escort am. My submissive side takes over and I get on my knees and begin to pick up the papers. I hear her rise and walk towards me. I stay on my knees amongst the scattered mess and I gaze up at her, she stands in an authoritative pose with her legs slightly parted looking at me expectantly. Without permission I slowly slide my hand up her calf waiting for her approval. Momentarily I see her face soften and her feel her leg tremble, I take it as a green light and raise her skirt. I run my hand up to her thigh and pause, she smiles and I go a little further until I reach her pussy. I am pleasantly surprised to see that not only is she without knickers, she is also extremely wet. Shocked by my forwardness I quickly retract my hand, she shakes her head and sits on the edge of her desk, beckoning me over with her finely manicured finger. Looking up at her I slowly raise her skirt until she is completely exposed. I am in awe of her pussy, exquisitely presented with a neatly groomed landing strip and soaking wet. I run my hands up and down her legs as she opens her them wider.

I resist temptation and lean forwards her to unclick the black, lace suspenders she’s wearing. My face is now so close that I can smell her. I gently remove her court shoes and slide her stockings off, by far the best present I have ever unwrapped. Like a greedy child at Christmas I don’t stop there, I rip open her suit jacket and then her blouse exposing her small but pert breasts, buttons popping everywhere. I lean over to touch them but she smacks my hand and directs me back to my knees and raises her legs slightly.

Looking up at her I slowly raise her skirt until she is completely exposed. I am in awe of her pussy, exquisitely presented with a neatly groomed landing strip and soaking wet. I run my hands up and down her legs as she opens her them wider. I resist temptation and lean forwards her to unclick the black, lace suspenders she’s wearing. My face is now so close that I can smell her. I gently remove her court shoes and slide her stockings off, by far the best present I have ever unwrapped. Like a greedy child at Christmas I don’t stop there, I rip open her suit jacket and then her blouse exposing her small but pert breasts, buttons popping everywhere. bursa escort bayan I lean over to touch them but she smacks my hand and directs me back to my knees and raises her legs slightly.

I run my tongue up her thigh and pause. She strokes the top of my head, her breath quivering as she pulls me roughly by the hair closer to her soaking cunt. The heat between her legs is overwhelming. I remind myself to be patient. I run my tongue up her slit, savouring her juices- she tastes amazing. I place my hands on the inside of her thighs to further part her legs. I run my tongue over her throbbing clit in a circular motion, she squeals with delight and thrusts herself further towards me. It is at this precise moment that I decide that I definitely have a newfound penchant for married older women.

I grab her by the hips digging my nails into her soft flesh, pulling her even closer as I plunge my tongue into her cunt. I move to her clit to resume the circular motion and I very slowly slide my fingers inside her, at first just one and then two. I locate her g-spot and start working her in an almost hypnotic rhythm. I lap up her juices occasionally looking up at her face staring her straight in the eyes as I no doubt please her better than her husband has in years. She knocks her head back in sheer ecstasy and her thighs begin to quiver in that oh so familiar fashion. Her back arches, the walls of her pussy contract and a gush of hot liquid explodes from inside her.

For me it’s a triple whammy experience, the first time I’ve made a woman squirt, my first married woman had and twenty years my senior no less. She lays on her desk momentarily in a post orgasmic heap. Her perfectly formed chest heaves, I pause to admire her erect nipples and gently run my fingers over them, she shivers. I stand up, lean over and gently kiss her. I slide my tongue inside her mouth and letting her taste her own juices, she reciprocates with a hard and passionate kiss. She smiles and looks me straight in the eye gently stroking my face, her voice now soft and breathy.

She looks up at me intensely still laying on the desk and whispers “Your turn office girl”.

She slides of the desk with her skirt still raised to her hips, her raw pussy still on display. I follow her lead and stand up to face her escort bursa and reach in for a kiss. She stops me almost instantly by grabbing me by the neck and slams me up against the wall. “Pull your underwear down but keep your heels on”.

I comply with baited breath and drop my soaking panties to the floor. With one hand tightly clasped around my neck she licks her fingers with a wicked look in her eye. I tremble with a mixture of anticipation and fear. Without warning she slides a finger inside my soaking pussy, I almost collapse from the pleasure but she keeps me up right with her firm grip around my neck. She takes her finger out and pushes it in my mouth, slowly sliding it out she proceeds to put two fingers inside me and eventually four. By this point I am so wet I could just about take anything but this woman is driving me insane. She thrusts her hand inside me until she is knuckle deep in my pussy stretching me so hard it hurts. Again she removes them, this time she lets me taste myself, putting all four fingers in my mouth. She traces the juices up my quivering thighs and back to my pussy. This time with a rougher thrust she puts all four fingers inside me. I feel her fingers shift into a triangular position as she pushes further, my legs begin to buckle but her grip on my neck tightens.

She grins at me and mutters “Are you ready for this office girl?”

I don’t even have time to answer before she pushes herself full force inside me. I jump a little as her grip on my neck tightens and she slides her whole hand inside me. I feel her fist clenching as she slides slowly up and down, I feel as though I am about to explode, I have never felt anything so painful and so extremely pleasurable in my life. Her other hand is so tight around my neck I can barely breath but I manage to whisper “I…am….about….come”. Her grip only tightens until finally just about every part of my body contorts and I come harder than I’ve ever done before. She slowly slides out, and unexpectedly kisses me softly on the lips and releases my neck.

She looks at me right in the eyes and whispers “I hope that’s not the last time that happens, I’ll have an even bigger pile of invoices to file if you’re around tomorrow evening…”

I catch my breath and straighten my clothes out and grin “I’ll see you at nine tomorrow boss”. I wink at her and saunter to the door still feeling the aftermath of her rough fisting knowing full well I’d never return.

Who would have thought temping could be so much fun?

– Calico Costello

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Ms. Bradley was a smart and sexy college professor who also happened to be a closet nymphomaniac. She knew the male students were always checking her out when she lectured, and she loved every minute of it. Ms. Bradley had tall voluptuous legs that connected to a firm ass that men just couldn’t keep their eyes off of. A sexy, flat stomach and a pair of C-cup sized breasts rounded out her alluring figure. She had a face that would make Aphrodite jealous, with big brown eyes, a cute little nose and lips that begged to be kissed. Her hair was dark black, well groomed and fell to her mid back. She wore a fashionable pair of glasses that made her look younger. She was in her mid thirties, but she didn’t show it.

To her students and colleagues she was just a normal woman, but none of them suspected she had a wild side that craved sex. She would often go to bars and seduce the younger men, taking them home and begging them to fuck her in various positions. Ms. Bradley loved the younger men because they were more then eager to fuck her the way she wanted. Their young bodies had the energy and stamina to make love to her multiple times. No one suspected she was like this; that is until she decided to fuck one of her students.

It was a Thursday late afternoon. Class had just finished.

“Tim, can I see you for a moment?” Ms. Bradley asked to her student before he could leave.

He said his good byes to a few friends and walked towards her at her desk. “Is something wrong Ms. Bradley?” He said a little nervous. His eyes quickly checked out her chest which revealed a little cleavage.

“We need to talk about your grades Tim.” She explained to him.

He looks so fucking good. She thought to herself. Tim was a sophomore at the school. He was very handsome; he had a toned lean body, short brown hair with side burns that stopped just an inch above his jaw line. He wore a light brown short sleeve shirt that showed off his muscular arms well. He completed the outfit with a pair of blue jeans and sneakers. He was six feet tall, just a few inches taller then Ms. Bradley.

“Is something wrong with them?” Tim asked, shaking Ms. Bradley from her lust filled thoughts. “I mean, I’m not failing right?” Tim was sure he was passing with a C in the class.

“No Tim.” She leaned forward and rested on her elbows, exposing more cleavage. “However; I think you can do much better in this class.” She looked him in the eyes and stared for a second.

“I know I haven’t been giving it my all. I’ve been really busy this semester.” Tim replied. The look Ms. Bradley gave him was starting to get him aroused. “I have a job, and homework, and friends.”

“I understand Tim.” She stood up and walked to the door. “Are you busy right now?”

Tim stared at her ass as she walked to the door. She wore a loose fitting dark grey skirt that stopped a few inches above the knee. The outline of her ass was still visible in the back and it looked fantastic. A pair of black thigh high nylons covered her succulent legs which stood atop of a pair of sexy high heels that made a clacking sound as she stepped. Her upper body was dressed in a white long sleeve blouse. The sleeves were rolled up past her elbows and scrunched up around her biceps. The top two buttons were undone exposing a little cleavage, but not enough to be unprofessional. A low cut button down vest that matched her skirt completed the outfit. She managed to pull off a look that was both sexy and professional at the same time.

“No. I don’t have anymore classes today, and I’m not working again till tomorrow.” He managed to say, still looking at her ass and wondering what type of underwear she had on underneath that skirt.

“I want to give you an opportunity to earn some extra credit.” She said as she shut the classroom door and locked it. She turned around and leaned against the door. She moved her left hand bursa escort over her stomach as she bent her right leg and placed her heel against the door exposing a good portion of her leg. “Would you like to get a better grade?” She took her other hand and played with her shirt collar.

Oh fuck! Was all Tim could think as his dick began to harden as he looked over Ms. Bradley. “Y-Y-Yeah, I guess it wouldn’t hurt me to do that.”

“Good!” Ms. Bradley exclaimed. She put her foot down and walked to the front of her desk where Tim was, swaying her hips along the way.

She sat on her desk next to where Tim was standing and crossed her legs and looked up at him seductively. She didn’t bother to fix her skirt as it hiked up well past her knee exposing the end of her nylons. “I have a special assignment for you Tim.” Her hand reached up and she lightly stroked his left arm.

“What do I have to do?” He barely managed to say. He was so turned on now. This incredibly beautiful woman was sitting in front of him and touching his arm in a flirtatious manner.

“Well Tim, it’s a bit of a personal favor you can do for me. But no one can know about it.” Tim just shook his head. “Can you keep a secret Timothy?”

The way she said his name ‘Timothy’, that sent the blood flowing to all the right spots in Tim’s body. “I-I, can do that.” His mouth suddenly felt dry and his knees weak.

Ms. Bradley stood up and put her mouth near his ear and whispered. “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your hard cock inside me.” She moved in front of him and started to unbutton his jeans.

“Oh fuck!” Tim exclaimed in excitement. “You mean right here?” He asked looking around. “What if we get caught?”

“Let me worry about that stud.” She said as she quickly pulled down his zipper.

Tim lifted his head back and put his hands on Ms. Bradley’s sidess. She felt nice and smelled incredible. His cock was rock hard and was now being stroked by Ms. Bradley’s hand. Her hands were very warm and soft. Her touch sent shivers up Tim’s spine.

“You like my hands around your big cock Timothy?” She said in an innocent voice.

“Yes Ms. Bradley.” Tim groaned.

Ms. Bradley grabbed the collar of Tim’s shirt with her free hand and forcibly pulled him closer to kiss him. Her pussy became increasingly wet as her tongue darted into his mouth. When his tongue followed into her waiting mouth she playfully sucked on it; letting him know just how good she could be with her mouth. Her hand pumped his shaft harder and they both moaned; their tongues still locked in a passionate embrace.

“Get this fucking shirt off of me Timothy!” Ms. Bradley commanded as she gave his cock a squeeze.

Tim broke the kiss and slowly explored her body with his hands. He slid his hands up her sides cupping her breasts. He moved in close again and kissed her passionately on the lips as he unbuttoned her outer layer of clothing at a deliberately slow pace. Again Ms. Bradley sucked on his tongue as if it were his dick. She did this until her vest was finally unbuttoned.

She pushed him backwards hard, Tim stumbled a few steps before regaining his balance. He looked back at Ms. Bradley with a confused look on her face. Did she finally come to her senses? Was this dream come true going to end before it ever got started? Not a chance!

Ms. Bradley grabbed an opening at the center of her white button down blouse and ripped it open as if her life depended on it. Several buttons flew in different directions as she let out a sexy moan. Spreading the shirt wide open she exposed a very sexy silk black bra that barely contained her luscious breasts. Her hands quickly moved back on to her tits. She massaged them hard. Her tits looked incredible; Tim’s mouth began to water, all he could think about was putting Ms. Bradley’s nipples in his mouth.

Tim reached down grabbed his shirt and lifted bursa escort bayan it over his head and threw it down next to where he stood. He wasn’t very bulky, but he did work out often and his body was well defined. His abs and chest were flat and muscular. He quickly took off his shoes and tossed them next to his shirt. With his jeans unfastened the rest of his clothes easily fell to the floor.

Ms. Bradley ran up to him and quickly dropped down to her knees and pulled Tim’s boxer’s down. She immediately grabbed the base of his cock and guided the head into the back of her mouth.

“Uuuuugggghhhh!” Tim gasped. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

She took her right hand and pumped his rod as her head bobbed up and down at a moderate pace. She moved her tongue in a circular motion as Tim’s cock head slid in and out of her mouth. The sensation it gave Tim was incredible.

“Yeah, suck it baby.” Tim commanded. The pure animal instincts of fucking were now kicking in and throwing all inhibitions out the window.

Ms. Bradley continued to suck on Tim’s dick slowly and methodically, slowly shoving more and more of his cock down her throat. After a few minutes she was able to deepthroat his thick shaft. She removed her mouth from his hard cock and tilted it upward so she could easily suck on his balls. She gently caressed his testicles and licked his sack hard and slowly.

“Your balls taste so fucking good.” Ms. Bradley said. Tim acknowledged the comment with a moan. “Your cock is so nice and hard Timothy. I want you to fuck my titties. Now!” Ms. Bradley unlatched her sexy bra from the front. Her beautiful breasts burst out and jiggled a little before settling still. Tim reached down grabbed his dick and slapped it a few times on Ms. Bradley’s big soft breasts.

“Fuck them Tim.” She commanded as her big brown eyes looked up at him with a lust filled gaze.

Tim needed no more urging. His shaft was covered with Ms. Bradley’s saliva and it worked fine as a lubricant against her chest. Ms. Bradley pulled her tits apart so Tim could get into position. His dick was now pumping in and out between her plump boobs. Her hard nipples poked into his legs every time he thrust forward. Tim grabbed her breasts and squeezed them together putting more pressure on his cock as he humped away at her chest.

Ms. Bradley wrapped her arms around Tim’s legs; her hands massaged his ass as she kept moaning. “Yeah, fuck my titties! Yes! Yes! I’m your fucking whore!”

Tim got even more excited by Ms. Bradley’s dirty talk. He grunted loudly and mauled her tits with his cock. “You fucking like that?!” Tim exclaimed as he was becoming more and more oblivious to anything but the pleasure he felt.

“Yeah baby.” Ms. Bradley said. “I love a good titty fucking…ugh…but I like a good pussy fucking even more.” She winked at him and stood. She swung her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.

“Fuck me over here.” Ms. Bradley said as she broke their kiss and hurried to her desk. With one swift motion of her arm she cleared the contents of her desk and sent them scattering to the floor. She then leaned over and faced the chalkboard putting her elbows on the desk. She looked back at Tim and said. “Do me from behind. Fuck your teacher like the slut she is!”

Tim positioned himself behind her. He lifted her skirt over her nice round ass and grabbed Ms. Bradley’s sexy black thong and pulled it hard down past her long nylon covered thighs and finally off of one leg. Tim wrapped his hand around his cock and pounded it against her ass cheeks a few times before sliding it along her pussy lips teasingly. Her juices coated the top of his cock.

“I’m so fucking wet right now.” Ms. Bradley moaned.

Tim grabbed his rock hard cock and guided the head towards Ms. Bradley’s eagerly waiting pussy mouth. Ms. Bradley arched her back slightly so Tim could escort bursa easily enter her. The head of his cock slowly entered her tight wet opening. Tim and Ms. Bradley gasped at the same time. Her pussy was warm and very wet, but it was tight too. In a word it was perfect.

“Damn, I didn’t think you’d be so tight.” Tim said in surprise as he continued to inch his way further into Ms. Bradley.

“Mmm, yeah put it in me slow. I’ll let you know when you can give me a good fucking.”

After a few slow strokes Tim was now able to pump his shaft in and out of Ms. Bradley’s pussy with no problem. Her moist fuck hole had quickly adapted to his cock. More and more juices leaked from her cunt as Tim pounded away.

“Yeah, oh god your cock feels so good inside me.” Ms. Bradley said. “Ugh… I like it rough. Fuck me!”

Tim grabbed a hold of Ms. Bradley’s waist and started to increase the tempo and force of his thrusts.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh.” Ms. Bradley moaned and squirmed as Tim’s stiff cock drove in and out of her pussy. His balls slapped against her clit with each forward thrust. “Oh yeah! Ugh, I’m you’re fucking whore. Pound my pussy!”

“Ugh!” Tim moaned. He tightened his grip on Ms. Bradley’s sides and thrust his cock into her as hard as he could. Her cunt was so wet now he could easily sheath his pole into her. “Yeah, you like getting drilled by my fucking cock!” Tim exclaimed as he smacked Ms. Bradley on the ass.

“Yes! God damn it! Harder! Earn that fucking A!” Ms. Bradley commanded. She reached back and grabbed Tim’s ass and pulled him into her as hard as she could. “Yes! So fucking good! Ugh, ugh, ugh” She repeated as Tim continued to ram her fuck hole. “Call me a whore! Talk fucking dirty to me!”

“Ugh, yeah!” Tim said. “You’re my fucking whore!” Tim slapped her ass hard. Ms. Bradley responded with a moan. “I’m gonna pound your pussy and you’re gonna fucking take it.” Tim smacked her ass again.

“Pound my pussy Tim.” Ms. Bradley said breathing heavily. “Make me cum all over your fucking dick.” Tim drilled his cock in and out of Ms. Bradley’s cunt. Her breasts bounced back and forth from Tim’s humping. They were both now drenched in sweat. “Yeah, pull my hair.”

Tim reached forward and grabbed a handful of Ms. Bradley’s hair and pulled it back just enough to raise her head back.

“Yes! Fuck! Ugh, pull it. I fucking love the pain.” Tim pulled her hair a little harder. “Yes, oh fuck. I’m cumming! Don’t stop! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeee!”

Ms. Bradley’s body buckled. Every muscle in her body tensed as her vaginal walls squeezed Tim’s swollen rod. Her juices flooded her pussy and Ms. Bradley let out a low moan. Tim let go of her hair and she collapsed on the desk. Her body shuddered uncontrollably. This was the most intense orgasm she had every experienced. Tim feeling the flow of her juices and the tightening of her pussy was close to orgasm as well.

“Your pussy feels so fucking tight.” Tim said. “I’m cumming!” Tim plunged his tool deep into Ms. Bradley’s cunt and shot out string after string of semen. “Fuuuuuck!” He moaned. The sensation around his cock was earth shattering. Tim had no idea he could shoot out such a huge load.

When he finished he fell on top of Ms. Bradley. They both laid there for a few minutes and cuddled as they came down from the experience they just shared. Tim stood up first and gathered his clothes. Ms. Bradley did the same. They dressed and made themselves presentable in silence.

“That was incredible.” Tim was the first to break the quiet.

“No one can ever, and I mean ever, know about this.” Ms. Bradley replied. She walked around her desk and picked up a post it note and a pen that had been on the floor. She scribbled a note on one of the little square sheets. Finally she walked over to Tim and handed him the note.

“This is my phone number. We’re fucking at my place next time.” She said.

“Does this mean I improved my grade?” Tim asked.

“Yeah.” She said with a smile. “I hope you can…” She quickly looked down at his crotch. “…keep them up.”

The End.

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“Well, it’s a good thing you got rid of him,” Mia said.

Ellen didn’t answer. They walked in silence for a minute, following the path among the tall trees. Summer had finally come – they could both see and smell it. It was a hot day, but pleasantly cool here in the woods.

“What I don’t get,” Ellen said, brushing aside her long blonde hair, “is how you can stand being single?”

“Hey,” Mia laughed, “just because I’m single, it doesn’t mean I don’t go out with guys. I do – and you should, too.”

“Yeah,” Ellen muttered. “I know.”

They were two beautiful women in their late twenties – Ellen the tall blonde, and Mia slightly shorter with a black pageboy hairdo. Even in their walking boots, they managed to look pretty sexy. Ellen wore a short summer dress; Mia had a short black skirt on and a t-shirt, revealing her shapely breasts.

“What was that?” Mia suddenly said.

“Where?” Ellen looked around.

“Oh – it’s gone now. But I swear a saw… a man.”

Ellen laughed.

“Yeah, you’re always seeing men, aren’t you?”

“I’m serious,” Mia protested. “He was right there.”

They walked on, the dead leaves rustling beneath their feet. And suddenly, they both saw something moving behind the trees.

“There,” Ellen exclaimed. “You were right. It was like someone saw us coming, and ran away.”

They stood quietly, listening for footsteps. But the only sounds were the wind in the trees and the birds singing in the distance.

“Let’s go,” Mia said and ran into the woods. “Let’s find him.”

“Wait,” Ellen said, running after her. “It could be… dangerous.”

Mia didn’t answer. She just kept on running, way from the footpath, into the dark woods. Ellen ran after her. And there, in the dark, between the trees, they saw him and froze.

The man stood stark naked in front of them, stroking his erect cock. Mia and Ellen stared at him in amazement.

“My god,” Mia whispered.

He was a welt-built man in his thirties, smiling as he shamelessly presented his growing erection to the two women. His cock was long and hard, and he masturbated in a slow, sensuous rhythm.

Ellen had turned her head and wanted to run away, but Mia seemed transfixed by this stranger’s cock, couldn’t take her eyes off it.

“Do you like what you see?” the man asked teasingly.

“Oh god, yes,” Mia answered.

The man stared at Mia, still stroking his cock.

“Then come and get it,” he said.

Ellen watched Mia as she stepped forward and fell to her knees in front of the naked man.

“No,” Ellen said.

But Mia opened her mouth to him and let the tip of her tongue lick the underside of his stiff cock. His hand was forcing his powerful erection down to let it receive Mia’s treatment. He pulled back his foreskin and she licked around the swelling, bluish head, wetting it with saliva.

Grunting, the man thrust his hips forward, letting his cock slide into Mia’s mouth. She sucked it greedily, feeling the strength of his erection as he started pumping it in and out of her mouth. Slowly, carefully, the naked man fucked her mouth, as Mia tasted the clear liquid oozing out of the tip of his cock.

Ellen stepped closer, fascinated by the sight of her friend kneeling down on the ground, giving a naked man a blowjob in the middle of the woods. Ellen saw his hard cock glisten as it slid in and out of Mia’s wet, sucking mouth.

Mia was touching herself now, her right hand massaging her clit under the short skirt, and Ellen heard her moaning as she sucked the man’s cock.

The naked man looked at Ellen.

“Do you like to watch that?” he asked her. “Watch your lovely friend suck my cock?”

Ellen just stared at him, but she had to admit to herself that it did in fact turn her on.

“Do me a favor,” he said. “Lick her pussy.”

Then he pulled out of Mia’s mouth, placed her on her back on the ground and pulled up her skirt.

“No,” Ellen said.

“Yes, please,” Mia moaned. “Do it. I want to feel your tongue in my pussy.”

“Down on your knees,” the man commanded.

And hesitantly, Ellen knelt down between Mia’s legs.

“Pull off her panties,” the man said, stroking his long, hard cock.

Ellen pulled Mia’s black silk panties down over her hiking boots and threw them aside, exposing her shaven slit. Mia panted with excitement.

“Now lick that pussy,” then man hissed.

And Ellen went down on all fours, her bursa escort trembling fingers stroking Mia’s labia.

“Oh, god,” Mia screamed at her friend’s touch.

Facing Ellen, the man now straddled Mia’s face. His erect cock was pointing straight up, but forcing it down with both hands he managed to guide it into Mia’s open mouth.

The man felt Mia’s wet mouth sucking his cock, as he watched the blushing Ellen play with her friend’s pussy. She gently massaged Mia’s clit, making her quiver with pleasure. Then, slowly, she inserted a finger into Mia’s pussy, sliding it back and forth. Ellen’s finger was dripping wet with Mia’s love juices, as she moved it in and out of her soft crevice.

“Taste it,” the man whispered, pumping his cock in and out of Mia’s mouth.

And looking him straight in the eye, Ellen licked her finger.

“Like the taste?” he said. “Now lick that pussy.”

Ellen spread Mia’s legs apart and thrust her wet tongue deep into her pussy. Mia arched her back in ecstasy, letting out a cry muffled by the huge cock in her mouth. The man cursed, almost knocked off balance by Mia’s violent movements. Grabbing her arms, he held her body firmly on the ground, letting his cock slide in and out of her mouth.

Ellen started licking Mia’s pussy, savoring the spicy taste of her friend’s juices. And watching the blonde girl’s tongue servicing Mia’s hairless snatch made the man even more excited. His stiff cock was throbbing wildly in Mia’s mouth.

Mia was shaking all over. The man could feel her climax approaching and pulled out of her mouth. Masturbating, he watched Ellen lick her out. He longed to hear her cry out in ecstasy.

“Oh God,” Mia moaned, “Oh yes, it’s so good.”

“Make her come,” the man commanded, stroking his long, hard cock. “Lick that pussy.”

Again, Ellen thrust her tongue deep into Mia’s moist slit, pushing it in and out in a hard, relentless rhythm, finally bringing Mia over the edge.

“Aaah,” Mia screamed, grabbing Ellen’s hair and pressing her face against her pussy. “Yeeeaah.”

As the orgasm hit her, she threw herself around on the ground, rubbing her back and her naked ass against the earth and the dead leaves, her cries of lust echoing among the trees.

Gasping loudly, Ellen pulled her head back and knelt between Mia’s legs, watching her. The man stood above them, loving every minute. His stiff cock twitched involuntarily, as he masturbated at the sight.

“Take off your dress,” he told Ellen.

And without a word the blonde stood up and pulled the dress over her head. Then she pulled down her panties and stood naked in front of the man, showing off her body to him.

Ellen had beautiful, firm breasts, and the blonde bush on her pussy was neatly trimmed. Still stroking his rigid cock, the man grunted at the sight of her nakedness. Then he lay down on his back on the ground, his stiff cock pointing straight up at the treetops.

“Come here,” he said. “I want to fuck you.”

Ellen stood over him, her feet on either side of his hips. Using both hands, she parted her labia, letting the man glimpse the wet, pink insides of her love muscle.

“Do you want this pussy?” she asked him. “Do you?”

The man was breathing hard, the clear liquid running down the sides of his stiff, twitching cock. Slowly, Ellen lowered her pelvis, only letting the swollen tip of his penis slide in between her pussy lips, teasing him. She felt him throbbing inside her, as she rocked gently back and forth.

“Oooh,” she purred.

Then she looked at him. His eyes were wide open and he was drooling, almost mad with desire.

Ellen placed her hands on his hairy chest and sat down on his cock, letting the long, hard shaft penetrate her pussy. She gasped as she felt the length and stiffness of the man’s erection. Then she started moving up and down, making his cock slide in and out of her juicy snatch. The man watched her lovely breasts bouncing, as her moist pussy rode up and down on his cock.

Mia was standing beside them, watching the man’s long cock entering Ellen’s pussy again and again, getting wetter with each thrust.

“You,” the man said. “Come here. I want to taste your pussy.”

Mia had removed her skirt, and facing Ellen, she straddled the man’s face. She felt his fat tongue probing her flesh and she groaned with pleasure. Grabbing her thighs, the man eagerly started licking her, his tongue lapping greedily against her labia. bursa escort bayan Moaning with desire, Mia rubbed her slit against his mouth, as he swallowed the hot juices flowing from her pussy.

“Aaah, yes,” she cried out. “It’s so fucking good. Lick that pussy. Yes!”

Breathing heavily, Ellen rode the man’s cock, opening her wet sex to his powerful rod. It was hard as steel now, making her tremble with pleasure as it probed the inner surfaces of her tender pussy.

The women looked at each other, both of them gasping, flushed with animal lust. The man’s stiff cock and thirsty mouth drove them ever closer to their climax. Ellen leaned forwards and kissed Mia. The women parted their lips, letting their tongues meet and play lovingly with each other. The women moaned. Mia could taste her own pussy on Ellen’s tongue.

Their kiss seemed to excite the man even more. His cock swelled to an incredible stiffness, as he started pounding it in and out of Ellen’s pussy. Mia felt him sucking hard at her clit, drinking her love juices, even biting gently into her labia.

“Aaah,” the women cried out in unison.

A few more of his brutal thrusts, and Ellen felt the orgasm washing over her. She held still, feeling his cock stretching the tender flesh of her pussy as Mia grabbed her naked breasts, caressing them. Then, arching her back and throwing her head back, she let out a loud scream of pleasure.

As Ellen clenched her hot love muscle around the man’s swollen cock, Mia felt him grunting loudly between her thighs. Driven over the edge by Ellen’s orgasm, he finally gave in. With a wild yell, he started pumping his thick semen into Ellen’s pussy. Powerful jets of hot spunk kept shooting out of his jerking cock, as he threw himself about on the ground, kicking his heels in ecstasy.

The women kissed again, Ellen moaning quietly as her orgasm subsided. Then the man pulled out of Ellen and pushed them both away. The women sat down on the ground, Ellen naked except for her walking boots, Mia still wearing her t-shirt.

The man stood up, his cock dripping wet with his and Ellen’s juices, and still as hard as a bone. He grabbed it with both hands and started masturbating, as the two women stared at him in amazement.

“But…” Mia said. “How can you…? You just…”

The man laughed. He massaged his cock harder, jerking off wildly in front of the two women.

“Control,” he said, panting. “Watch… this… aaah…”

With a few more strokes, the man drove himself to another orgasm. Pointing his stiff cock straight at Mia, he started ejaculating again. He grunted like a beast, as jet after jet of hot, white semen burst out of his twitching cock, spattering Mia’s t-shirt with globs of sticky come.

“Aaah,” he groaned, clenching his dripping cock in one hand.

Still, his erection hadn’t subsided.

Fascinated, Ellen stared at his hard, twitching cock, still glistening wet from her love juice. Mia looked down at her t-shirt, amazed at the amount of sperm the man had produced the second time around.

“Take that off,” he whispered to her, and she removed the wet t-shirt, revealing her large, shapely breasts.

The man stared at them, stroking his cock again.

Ellen stood up and pushed Mia onto the ground. She made her lie face down, naked except for her walking boots and her legs spread.

“Come here,” Ellen said, and the man came over, holding his stiff cock, and squatted down right above Mia’s ass.

His cock stood straight out, and he had to grab it with both hands to force it downwards, pointing it towards Mia’s ass.

“Now get ready for this,” he snarled, placing the tip of his cock against her rectum.

“Nooo,” Mia pleaded, but Ellen stifled her whimpering with a passionate kiss.

Mia held onto Ellen as the man’s hips thrust forward, burying his hard cock inside her ass.

“Aaah,” she screamed.

The man slowly let his cock slide almost all the way out of her ass, then slowly back in again, stretching the tender muscles of her rectum. Over and over he slid his cock out and then in. Ellen watched closely, as the rigid shaft exposed itself, only to force itself back deep into her friend’s tight ass. Mia whimpered and gasped for air, digging her fingers into the earth.

“Yeah,” Ellen whispered. “Fuck her ass.”

Her fingers stroked her pussy, making her writhe with pleasure as she watched.

Drops of sweat formed on the man’s body, escort bursa ran down his torso and dripped like salty rain onto Mia’s naked back. His hands grabbed her ass-cheeks, spreading them apart. Closing his eyes in concentration, he drove his stiff tool into her ass again and again.

“Play with your pussy,” he gasped.

The man pulled back a few inches, allowing Mia to lift her pelvis off the ground and slide her hand in beneath her pussy. He watched as she gently slid her fingers across her labia – and as she started masturbating, he resumed fucking her ass. He started pounding her harder and faster, burying the entire length of his stiff weapon in her tight ass with each powerful thrust.

Ellen was masturbating, two, watching her friend helpless at the mercy of this wild man’s erection. But listening to Mia whimper quietly, eyes closed – and watching her as she eagerly massaged her hardened, pink clit — Ellen realized that Mia’s climax was approaching.

Naked, face down on the soft earth, Mia was being driven towards orgasm by a stranger, fucking her ass with his long, stiff cock. Moaning loud, she forced two fingers into her soaking wet slit and started sliding them in and out of her pussy, in time with the man relentlessly fucking her ass.

“Ohmigod, Ohmigod,” she gasped, finger-fucking herself faster and faster.

Her juice trickled from her glistening fingers, dripping onto the earth below her.

“Yeahhh,” the man roared, as he drove his bone-hard cock into Mia’s ass again and again, “I want you to come with my cock up your ass!”

As Mia masturbated herself into a sexual frenzy, the man pulled back and suddenly froze, leaving only the tip of his cock stretching her rectum. Then suddenly he thrust forward, burying the entire length of his rigid shaft in her ass.

“Like that!” he shouted.

“Aaah” Mia screamed, from pain and surprise.

Ellen fingered the folds of her juicy flesh. This was hot.

Slowly the man pulled back again, waited a few seconds, sweating and breathing hard, Mia still stroking her pussy. Again he thrust forward, impaling her tender ass with his stiff cock.

“And that!” he yelled.

“Ohhh,” she sobbed, masturbating, her pretty face pressed against the soft earth.

The man kept on repeating the procedure: Pulling back, a few seconds of unbearable hesitation, then the powerful thrust, forcing his bone-hard cock all the way into her ass, punctuated by his angry shouts of “Yeah!” – “Again!” — “Had enough?” — “Like that?”

One more brutal stroke of the man’s cock, and suddenly Ellen saw Mia’s entire body tremble with ecstasy.

“Oooh,” she whimpered, burying her fingers in her overflowing crevice.

“Yeah,” the man grunted, keeping his cock buried in Mia’s ass, savoring her orgasm as she collapsed on the earth, panting and moaning quietly.

Then, finally, he pulled his erect cock out of her ass. He turned to Ellen, showing off his long, twitching tool to her as he began jerking off.

Quickly he grabbed both women by their hair and pulled them towards him. He made them kneel down, as he stood above them, masturbating his hard, swollen cock.

Ellen had one hand between her legs, the other massaged her breast hard, as she, too, drove herself to her climax.

“Ahhh,” she whispered, as the orgasm hit her.

Shivering, she held onto the man’s muscular thigh to steady herself. And through misty eyes, she saw him start to ejaculate again.

“Ohhh,” he roared, throwing his head back in ecstasy.

He let go of his cock, and the women watched it twitching wildly, as long, hard jets of semen shot from its bulging head.

Ellen and Mia both opened their mouths, trying to catch some of the sperm, spurting from the man’s jerking love tool. Some they licked up, but long sprays of spicy come shot several feet into the air, spattering onto the dead leaves.

Finally it was all over. The man’s cock got softer, until it hung long, thick and still wet between his thighs.

“That was wonderful,” Ellen said.

“Yeah,” Mia agreed. “I came harder than ever.”

The naked man looked at them, like he’d never seen them before. Then he turned around and ran into the woods again, his big, glistening cock dangling between his legs. The women watched him, until he suddenly disappeared among the trees.

Slowly, they put their clothes back on. Then they walked back the way they had come, again listening to the birdsong and the rustling of the leaves above them. They walked in silence for several minutes, shaking their heads, not knowing what to make of it all.

Finally, Ellen broke the silence.

“Men!” she said.

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If a Bree calls in the forest, does she make a sound?

Not with a red scarf crammed tight in her mouth. She was tethered to the trees when I found her.

I was roving the paths on my hundred acres of property, enjoying the cool North breeze, when I heard a smothered yelp. I paused, filtering the sounds of the woods – the creak of branches, the shush of leaves, the rustling of squirrels and chipmunks – until I heard the sound again, to my left. I followed the trail to the first clearing and there she was, bound to a clump of four young, sturdy maples.

I recognized her. She was Bree Donlan, one of the three young women who rented the Barnes farmhouse for the month of June. I had already encountered the young ladies several times: twice in the general store, once when I caught them trespassing on my property a week earlier, and the night before in the only bar in the nearest town. After the trespass I had been insistently clear, or so I thought, regarding my desire for privacy. They assured me they got turned around in the dense woods, and that it wouldn’t happen again.

I didn’t believe their story about being lost. When we met while shopping they told me they were college students; even worse, they were Lit majors. Though I’ll refrain from dropping my name, let’s note for the record that I have a modest national reputation as an author, along with a moderate local rep as a lech.

So, I’ve had my share of drop-ins and groupies. This unwanted attention was flattering when I was young and starving – for women as well as food. But that was years ago. These days I crave my three months of solitary confinement every summer. No phone, no friends, and (most emphatically) no women.

I said as much to the girls, and hoped it had registered.

Unfortunately, I said much more to them the night before, after many rounds of vodka and beer. It’s a lonely life, the writing life, and it’s been almost a year since my last divorce. Over the intervening months I have abstained from females. I suppose this thorny fact has taken a horny toll.

We sat together for a few hours, drank, flirted and cavorted in the mildest sense – a pinch here, a grope there. The two sisters, Lucia and Maryanne, were a handful.

Literally – not just figuratively. Maryanne’s breasts kept “accidentally” bounding out of her halter-top, and Lucia’s roaming fingers and stunning green eyes had me hard on the verge of spillage once or twice.

But gentle Bree was quiet; hence, for me she was the most alluring of the tree …

Ah, I meant to say three.

By closing time we were swapping sexual escapades and fantasies. I slightly remember swampy conversations about the most daring places we had given or received oral sex, who liked to spank whom …

And about tickling – who was, who wasn’t, and where.

Bree laughed along with us, blushing at our most outrageous jibes. But she offered no scenarios of her own, so Lucia offered several that came to her teeming imagination.

“I know for a fact that Bree’s verrry ticklish, right hon?”

Bree went from blushed to scarlet in an instant. Maryanne joined the fray, adding:

“Yeah, remember the first night we all roomed together. How she screamed when I grabbed her …”

“Enough – Okay?” Bree interrupted with some force, and the two sirens took the cue and were silent. For a moment, anyway.

“I think he’d like to make you scream,” Lucia said, grinning wickedly at Bree as she raked her long nails over the apparent swelling under my khaki shorts.

“Like the lady said,” I managed to grumble irritably, drunk as I was, “enough.”

We finished our drinks and were soon on our way – to our separate dwellings. While I concede I am by no means ancient at fifty-five, I figure having the twenty-year-olds is at least a decade behind me.

Besides, despite my enduring reputation, I’m actually rather shy.

A romantic at heart.

Ha!

Regardless, my cock and balls were more than a shade blue by the time I arrived – having driven only once off the road – back home.

I woke after noon with an apocalyptic hangover. It had taken most of the day, and a gallon or two of juice and water, to resurrect myself. In the meantime the girls had apparently been back, and they had left me a novelty gift – a breathing sex toy.

Bree was tied to the bunched trees, hands over head and feet izmit rus escort together. She was nude, except for the red scarf and a note pinned to one of the outer maples:

DO NOT FEED OR TICKLE THE BARE.

Must have said more than I remembered last night.

Or maybe it was that urgent bulge in my lap?

Bright, funny, horny girls. The bane of my life.

~

Bree averted her glance when she saw me, mumbled and groaned, twisted and tried to turn her body, but she could barely move. Her friends had done a thorough job.

Poor Bree was spread and yoked fast to the maples.

I took a moment to relish the sight of this delicious, sun-browned dryad as she struggled vainly against the bonds of her mock crucifixion. The noble thing to do, I immediately thought, would be to release her from this embarrassing predicament, from this ticklish situation.

But as the word crossed my mind for the second time since seeing the note, I felt a wave of heat surge through my body. This was warmth no summer breeze could dampen.

A scene from Frank Capra’s It’s A Wonderful Life, wherein Donna Reed begs Jimmy Stewart to return her robe as she hides naked in a shrub, flashed before my mind’s eye. What was it Stewart says, about a fella not getting too many opportunities of this sort?

I started toward Bree and the trees, walking slowly, debating with myself. She tugged at the knotted cloth around her wrists and ankles – shreds of her clothes, the remains of which were scattered near the trees – and looked frantically over my shoulder, hoping I suppose that her friends would suddenly rush in, cover her up, and tell me this was all just a joke.

She stopped moving when I stood a mere four or five inches from her glorious, stretched body. Her honey-brown hair was rumpled and wild; the pleading look in her sky blue eyes, under those thick, arching eyebrows, almost convinced me to reach out and set her free.

But the full pink lips poking around the gag, the half-inch rosy nipples blooming from the plump breasts, the spotty freckles loitering here and there down her skin, all the way to her dark brown mossy mound, the soft, rounded thighs pinched together …

These all combined in my mind and led me to doubt, to wonder.

Surely her friends were nearby, watching. They were waiting to see what would happen. They were unsure, just as I was unsure, of the outcome. They probably figured this as just a tease. The old prof and poet wouldn’t take advantage of Bree, his favorite from the night before.

Or would he?

“Mmmmlllunnnhymm,”

That was the unfortunate, gagged Bree, of course, muttering something in reference to my undoing her wraps. For a second time I noted the imploring look in her azure eyes. I reached out and …

Ran my fingers over her belly button, along her stomach and right up in between her breasts.

“Shhtpppp,” she screamed, as her whole body twitched and jerked. I could have stopped then – imbibed the image of this fancy come alive and moved on. But even if I hadn’t made up my mind, the wild contortions of Bree’s ripe flesh closed the deal.

Seeing her struggle, seeing the taut muscles rippling beneath her skin. It was all too much to refuse …

To decline …

So I continued.

“What’s that, hon?” I said teasingly, “Try the ribs?”

I smoothed my hands down her sides and rested them just above her hips. Bree shook her head violently from side to side as she searched over my shoulders, hopelessly seeking some sign of her friends. I took that despairing look as my sign. A wind of passion flamed through me, through my hands, as I pressed them into the soft skin and tickled her wildly.

“Hrrrooo!”

That wrapped yowl was all Bree could manage when my fingers skated up and down, from hips to ribs. Her stomach pumped out and in as she shrieked behind her gag; she tried to twist away from the tingling torment I was inflicting, but in her confined state she could only buck and jump in place – in seismic waves. This caused the most delectable juggling of her perky tits; they bobbed and bumped together in a rhythm with my fingers.

After several minutes of unrelenting torture, both her muffled screams and her frenzied tossing waned. I pulled back, reluctantly, to let her recover.

Could one die from too much, I wondered?

I wouldn’t izmit escort – couldn’t – wait too long though; I was alive with the fire by this time. Bree’s knees sagged forward as she fell limp. Tears, saliva and a trace of mucus stained her elfin, oval face. She continued to laugh and blubber even after I stopped.

“No sign of your friends, eh?” I asked. “Guess we’re giving them quite a show?”

My eyes were drawn to the faint, sweaty shadow of stubble in her armpits, on the few freckles and moles that formed an erratic square on her belly, and on the mark around her waist where the elastic of her pants had left a range of ridges in her skin. Then there were her tits and nipples, her hairy box …

So much bounty from which to choose.

I deliberated quietly and conjured up a new angle of attack. I gathered a few twigs and pulled a large clump of tall, spiny grass from the edge of the clearing. Bree’s body went rigid again when she saw me draw near with my humble natural tools.

Smiling my finest Cheshire pussy smile, I asked, “Want me to work somewhere else, don’t you? We don’t want any parts to feel neglected, do we?”

Again the violent sidling of the head, and the wet, blue glimmer of the eyes. If only she had known how much that look of desperation inspired me, ignited my desire.

Fortunately – for me at least – she didn’t.

I selected two fat stubby twigs and scraped them lightly up her sides before settling and twirling them under her arms. This time she levitated a couple of inches off the ground and howled so hard that I thought she would blow off the gag. Her eyes bulged and body jiggled as if she were being shot through with electric charges.

“Hmmmm – Hmmmaaww!”

Dear unfortunate Bree had quite a set of lungs behind those quivering boobs. Even with the gag, I had no doubt her two pals could hear her loud and clear.

“Nice friends you have, hon,” I said, to stimulate our one-sided conversation, “Leaving someone as sensitive as you spread and ready for the taking, er, the tickling.”

I gave her another opportunity to gather breath, before the next stop on the tour.

After a few minutes had passed, I picked up my swatch of long, dry grass. Bree instinctively tensed. “My, hon, you’re a mess. Here,” I pulled a handkerchief from the pocket of my denim jacket and wiped her eyes and mouth. “Give a good blow.” She responded half-heartedly, and I wiped around her nose. “This next bit shouldn’t be much of a bother, so hang back and enjoy.”

I made a reedy switch for each hand and stretched my arms forth like a philharmonic conductor. I grazed the tips of her erect nipples and traced the circles of her wide, blushing areolas with the prickly bundles.

Could I have ever imagined the extreme effect these light caresses would elicit? She exploded in muzzled guffaws and an epidemic of uncontrolled tremors. Is there anyplace she isn’t wildly ticklish, I wondered? Then I realized that in her current, galvanized state she could be sent into writhing paroxysms by simply blowing on her skin.

I brushed with long, forceful strokes all over her torso, imagining myself a master of the painted body – a rural Delacroix or Courbet. Bree’s appreciation of my genius was evident in the berserk wriggling of her frame. After several minutes her “hroos” and “hrrrms” faded, leaving her a silent, quaking mess of flesh.

I decided she needed a real breather this time. No use having her pass out right in the middle of our dance. I sat myself on the ground a few feet away and lit a cigarette.

Her “friends” are something else, I thought to myself. I was sure they would have intervened by now. Perhaps they were in the thicket at the top of the hilly area to our left – no doubt watching and whacking each other off.

Well, the show wasn’t over yet, so I hoped they had a climax or two held in reserve.

Sweet Bree was hanging in there. She was drenched in sweat and flushed as a luncheon lobster, but still quite beautiful, like some soaked sexy pixie after an afternoon’s romp in the forest.

I weighed my options, and considered how drained – and humiliated – she must be. Yep, I thought, maybe that’s enough. I took a deep drag and watched her standing there, swiveling her hips and legs ever so slightly.

Poor thing can’t stop flopping, I noted.

Then wondered …

Could it be? kocaeli escort

Yet another whim fulfilled?

~

When I was just a boy of twelve or thirteen, my friend Donny Flagg told me the story of a time he had been playing with his two older sisters. They were at the beach, running in the sand, roughhousing and wrestling, when Hester, the oldest of the lot, pinned younger Emily flat on her back.

She told Donny to sit on her legs, and they proceeded to tickle the helpless girl without a hint of mercy. First it was just a short poke to the ribs, a quick assault under the arms, but as Emily’s face grew redder and her laughter louder they lost all control and fingered her with abandon.

Being children, they paid little heed to Emily’s situation, or to her increasingly emphatic appeals for release. Then, as Donny related the tale, when he started tickling along the top of her thighs a warm torrent of urine gushed through the rough fabric of Emily’s bathing suit.

Rather than pausing, or releasing the poor girl, Donny and Hester actually increased the tempo of their prods and pinches, incited by the powerlessness of their victim. Donny said he dug his hands between her legs, to get her right where she was leaking, and he never failed to describe how hot her piss felt on his hands.

Even after she stopped peeing they kept right on going. As Donny told it, “Hester figured if you could tickle someone until she pissed herself, why stop there. Maybe there was more to come. After all, the three of us had a huge dinner the night before and a big breakfast early that morning. Emily hadn’t had time to crap before we left for the beach, so we went on and on.”

Finally their mother materialized, putting and end to matters. Ironically, Emily was grounded the longest.

For shaming herself that way in public.

My mind gripped hold of that story because the image of poor Emily pivoting, pleading and peeing in the sand has obsessed me all life. I have tickled babysitters, girlfriends (including the aforementioned Emily), and a couple of my ex-wives, always yearning for that magic moment …

A moment that never materialized.

~

I took a last puff, ground the butt in the dirt, and resolved to set to work in earnest this time. All the while my eyes remained fixed on the regular gyrations and shifts of Bree’s hips and thighs.

Shouldn’t be long now, I mused in quiet bliss.

I had some difficulty standing; the stiffness in my khakis had reached critical proportions. How can I put into words the rage and lure of that moment when I started toward her. What had been an insistent itch had become a scalding need.

Bree made the mistake of looking at me with those imploring, sky-clear eyes. I quickly pulled my shirt over my head and dropped my shorts to the ground. I stood several inches away, but part of me rooted itself in the sweltering nest of her pubic hair. If her friends wanted a show, I’d give them one.

Most of all, I wanted this moment to last a lifetime.

Her curly bush thrilled the head of my cock as she squirmed and moaned. I felt a furnace of heat blaze up from my balls, through my oozing hard-on and back across the shivering muscles of my ass.

My hands trembled as I gently caressed her cheeks, her breasts. Her skin felt baked beneath the moist tips of my fingers, yet it was so supple – so fleecy and yielding.

All mine for the taking.

I burrowed my thumbs into her belly and began anew.

“Nmmmm … ”

I pressed myself closer to her body, knees around her thighs to keep my cock buried in her hair during her spasms. I dropped one hand into her bush, plucked and fiddled the hair, pinched the inside of her thigh. My other hand returned to one of those insanely sensitive, stubbly armpits.

“Ahrrrm … Ahhmm …”

I teased her tickled pink nipples with my tongue and slipped my hands from place to place on her squirming, stewing skin. I replied to her jolts with a steady pumping of my own. I ground against her thighs and my cock chafed inside the muggy, hairy tangle of her mons flammas – her thrashing mound of fire!

I wanted a simultaneous release for both of us – me in climax, her in …

I simply wanted her to release, to pour forth, to gush.

If she came, well, that was just a bonus.

“C’mon hon, don’t be shy now,” I whispered hoarsely, leaning even closer to absorb every sweaty slap of her feverish, convulsing body.

I also wanted to absorb the hot flood I expected at any moment.

And, as I boiled, I fleetingly wondered just how big a breakfast she had eaten that very morning.

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There were two things that bothered sisters Nikki and Vikki Reed. The first and foremost thing was being without a boyfriend, which both of them happened to be at the present time. Nikki had dumped her boyfriend of six months just a week or so back and Vikki had lost hers to what her now-ex described as a more “sexually adventurous” girl. “He has no idea,” the attractive collegiate blonde had grinned at her twin. The twins prided themselves on constantly being on the fringe and Steve, Vikki’s ex, would not have ever believed what the tall and deliciously leggy sisters had in store for him once Vikki was assured of his commitment.

The other thing the fun-loving siblings loathed from the top of their gorgeous blonde heads to the bottom of their red-painted toes was winter. Exhibitionists and free spirits, much like their mom before them, the girls liked to flaunt their bodies in short skirts and heels, bikinis and as little clothing as they could manage to wear and not be arrested for indecent exposure. That was fine in the summer, but Buffalo winters tended to be cold and somewhat brutal. It hadn’t been much better when they had lived in Toronto. Their mother Angelique had complained about her husband’s transfers, wondering why he couldn’t find a job in Florida or California or Hawaii.

“There is one good thing about living in Buffalo,” Vikki said to her mom and sister over coffee one cold and wintery morning.

“Oh, and what might that be?” Angelique asked her “oldest” twin daughter. Vikki had been born mere ten minutes before her sister appeared on the scene.

“Cousin Burt,” Vikki almost sighed.

Angelique shook her head and chuckled. She had long been aware of her girls’ crush on their handsome, dark-haired older cousin; her brother-in-law’s youngest. She could understand it somewhat; Burton was indeed the kind of young man that could make a woman forget about societal rules about family or vows of fidelity. Even she herself had flirted with her 25-year old nephew when her husband wasn’t paying attention. She wasn’t 40 yet and both her French and Swedish ancestry had served to keep her fit and sexy as she had been when she was Vikki’s age.

“Yeah, he is a good reason to stay close to family,” Nikki happily agreed. Angelique saw the fire in her daughter’s eyes and she knew if she gave either of her girls the opportunity, they would try to lure Burt into their bed. Angelique bore no illusions about either of her girls being virgins and, truth be told, she was glad that they weren’t. She believed that if a girl entered into marriage a virgin, there might be some horrible discoveries to be found. She had never told the girls about her own early experiences with their father. Angelique was not a virgin, no self-respecting Swede would have been one at 19, but their father didn’t have much experience. It had taken her several years to wheedle her husband into becoming a half-decent lover and even now, he wasn’t up to the skills of those who lay in her past.

Vikki knew that she and her sister were on the same page that morning, their shared fantasy was seducing and fucking the hell out of, their hunky construction worker cousin. Burt had muscles on his muscles and Vikki continually wondered if his “lower” muscles measured up. Nikki had commented about her cousin being able to give her on hell of a pounding. There were a few issues that prevented their making the fantasy into a reality. One of those issues was the most apparent one – you don’t screw family. The second issue was not letting their parents discover what they were up to should they ever be so bold as to take the risk to make it happen. Vikki sensed it wouldn’t matter to mom, but daddy would flip out. The third road block was the most important of all – no matter who actually did the deed, the other would be jealous. The girls had never, ever let a boy come between them. Even at 19, they refused to be separated. They were in almost all the same classes in university and both still lived at home, sharing the same bed much as they had done since childhood. Angelique, also a twin herself, understood fully and never questioned her girls’ loyalty to one another. She understood because she missed her own sister, who still lived in Sweden with her own husband and daughters.

Vikki had suggested to her sister that they go out clubbing. The long-limbed blondes loved to dance because it gave them more opportunities to show off. Nikki had teased they should consider being strippers, because modesty wasn’t in their genes. Vikki actually sensed that her sibling was only half-teasing and that there was a grain of truth in her words. The sisters were dressed alike, black leather, heels and large, sparkling earrings. Heads would turn when they walked in together, just as Vikki planned. If the girls wanted to get laid tonight, there wasn’t any doubt they could make it happen.

“It’s too bad Burt isn’t going to be there tonight,” Nikki said as she checked to make sure her stockings and heels were in order. “I’m so horny, I think I’d probably escort izmit forget all my objections and let him do me.”

“Our talk with mom the other morning really got to you, huh?” Her twin grinned. “Yeah, me too. I just wouldn’t want Burt to come between us – and he would, we both know that. I bet he’s a really good fuck too, I just know he is.”

“My friend Justene fucked him,” Nikki answered. “He is. I hope we can both find a real good-looking guy tonight. Hey, maybe we should consider doing what we were going to do with Steve.”

“Are you talking about what I think you’re talking about?”

“Okay now, don’t start that. You know perfectly well what I am talking about, you know that you do. Finding a guy that we’re both into and taking him somewhere and fucking him together,” Nikki responded.

“Remind me again why that’s on your list of things to do?” Vikki asked.

“We’re identical twins. Aren’t you even the least bit curious to see if we look the same when we’re having sex or if we make the same moves?” Nikki answered. She knew the answer; Vikki was, even if she was likely too stubborn to admit it. Her twin’s tenacity was one of the few differences between the sisters.

“I doubt if our similarities are quite that deep,” Vikki said, although the tone of her voice made Nikki wonder if she was trying to convince Nikki or her own self. Nikki knew a few of her sister’s exes and she got the impression that almost all of them regretted losing Vikki as lover. Despite their youth, Nikki knew that she and her twin were sexual dynamos.

Nikki was so up for seeing her sister get fucked, it was almost an obsession on her part. She wanted to see her twin’s face totally contorted and in the throes of an orgasm. Adding Burt into the mix was just mixing in a little more spice. She had to figure out a way to talk Vikki into this.

As it turned out, she didn’t have to. “Okay, let’s call him,” Vikki agreed, wanting to do something lewd and perverted. “If we tell him we want to fuck, you know he will balk. What pretext can we come up with to get him to go along with the idea?”

Nikki thought about it for a minute or two and then, she snapped her fingers. Retrieving her cell phone, she dialed Burt’s number while her confused twin looked on. “Hello Burt, it’s your cousin Nikki,” she said in a voice practically dripping with sex and honey. “Vikki and I were going to go dancing at Pyramid tonight. Oh, you know the club?” Nikki winked at her sister; she had evidently done her homework and picked one of their cousin’s favorite hot spots. “Well, we were all dressed up and ready to go out when we remembered that the last time we were there, a whole bunch of creeps kept hitting on us. Uh-huh, you know the type? So we figured if we went in with a big, burly guy like you by our side, we’d be left alone to have fun. Vikki and I would be willing to pay … oh, really? You could use a night out because you’re stressed from work? Sure thing cuz, we will meet you there in an hour.” Nikki turned to her sister and grinned. “And that, sister dear, is how you plan the seduction of your cousin.”

Burt met the girls there precisely when he said he would, no earlier and no later. Vikki remembered that he had always been a stickler for punctuality. Oh boy, does he clean up nice, she thought to herself as she surreptitiously that hugged his very masculine frame like a glove. Most men didn’t bother to dress for a date these days, but Vikki knew their cousin was not most men. Maybe that was the reason both sisters wanted him so very much – he did everything with flare. Nikki was practically hanging off his arm already and Burt did not seem to be objecting. In fact, much in the manner Vikki had been ogling him; Burt seemed to be enjoying the view of his leggy cousin in her short black leather mini and high heels. Nikki was acting a bit more giddy than usual, intent on being the total flirt and heightening Burt’s interest. If the two of them could not lure Burt into a tryst, Vikki had no doubt whatsoever that they would find another willing victim.

Both girls had brought their A-game into play. Vikki was as scandalous as her sister, in fact, as risqué as she dared be. Her top was gauzy, low-cut and clingy. She had worn her favorite shelf bra from Victoria’s Secret (or was in Nikki’s? They often bought the same type of lingerie) and the scantiest thong she could find. Her round bubble butt was nicely displayed in nearly-lewd black leather pants and her shoes were open-toed with a silver stiletto tip. The girls had even redone their makeup in an effort to look suggestive. They wanted to make it clear, in no uncertain terms, that they were two women on the make – and that they were a package deal. In Nikki’s words – Fuck one, get the other for free!

The girls went in with Burt in tow and found a prime location to people watch. It did not surprise Nikki in the least that drink offers came fast and furious, not all of them from men. People were bold as brass these days, the female of the species equally so. The izmit escort siblings noticed that tonight’s crowd was jam-packed full of female pulchritude. To his credit, Burt didn’t leer at the young lovelies and was a very attentive “date” for his two delightful companions.

“Don’t feel you have to sit with us all evening,” Nikki said coyly as she sipped on her Mai Tai. “If you see some hottie that you fancy, feel free to make a move.”

“That would be disrespectful and rude,” Burt answered honestly. “You brought me here to act as a ‘bodyguard’ and I intend to look out for the two of you. Besides, I am sitting with the two hottest girls in the place. Why would I want to move?”

Nikki played the game very carefully, not wanting to tip their hand too soon. “Aww, that’s nice. Isn’t he nice, Vikki?”

“Mmm-hmm, a perfect gentleman,” Vikki smiled as she took a sip of her own Singapore Sling. “Allow me to return the compliment, you’re probably the best-looking guy in here.”

“No probably about it,” Nikki added, moving perilously close to Burt. To a man, no one at Pyramid came anywhere near their cousin’s combination of masculinity and old-world charm. Nikki yearned to make her fantasy come true this evening and lure Burt into a ménage all three of them would remember. An encounter that would leave all of them weak in the knees and breathless by morning’s light.

“It’s a shame that we’re cousins,” Vikki said to the pair of them, playing her role to the hilt.

“Yeah, I’d agree with that,” Burt nodded. “We could have a blast if we weren’t.”

Nikki smiled to herself. They had him on the line and now, it was time to reel him in. “Oh really, in what sense?” She questioned him.

Burt actually blushed for a moment, which Nikki found endearing. “Oh, uh, you know what sense,” he stammered. “In the man / woman sense, although I wouldn’t know which one of you to pick. Anyway, it doesn’t matter, right? We’re cousins and all, we can’t really do anything.”

“Really?” Nikki said, letting her voice go low and sultry. Her hand moved on to his knee. “Don’t let that stop you if you really want to have some fun.”

“That’s right, and don’t worry about deciding which one of us you want to fuck,” Vikki said, gauging his reaction to her speaking the word aloud. “A one-time offer tonight – you can have both of us!”

“We – we can’t!”

Nikki spun Burt around so he was facing her and she planted one on him. “We can!” She told him in a firm tone.

Next it was Vikki’s turn. She took his face between her hands and she kissed him as lewdly as her sister had done. “We sure as fuck can,” she said, using the word again for pointed emphasis. “In fact, I’d love to give you a blowjob here, but I wouldn’t want to get caught and cause a scene.”

Burt’s startled face told the story. “You two are freaking me out a little bit here.”

Nikki smiled at him. “In a good way, I hope. Okay handsome, the ball is in your court. Are you man enough to pick it up and play the game?”

Burt looked at the twin blondes and a million thoughts raced through his head. He knew the answer to the question he was going to ask, but he had to ask it anyway. “The two of you are serious about this?” When the sisters nodded in unison, he shrugged and said “Okay, I know that I should likely voice some objections to this, but what the hell? If the two of you are cool with it, why should I kick up a fuss? You’re on!”

The girls settled up their tab and left the club much earlier than closing. Neither of the sisters wanted to waste any time in pursuing their conquest. Nikki could feel Burt’s eyes on her buttocks as she sashayed outside to the parking lot. She had wanted to experience his admiration like that for some time now, so she let herself languish in the feelings it set off in her. She glanced over at Vikki and winked. Nikki knew that her twin was equally pleased, she just had to reconcile a few of her own mixed emotions.

Once assembled in the parking lot, the three cousins took stock. “Okay, what’s our next move?” Burt asked the girls. This was the part of the plan that Nikki and Vikki had not plotted out in full. They sure as hell couldn’t take Burt home with them and they didn’t want to be spotted going to his place. Pooling their money, they would likely be able to afford a fairly nice hotel room, but it would leave both of them broke for the next few weeks.

Nikki looked at the specimen of masculinity that was her cousin and looked back over at Vikki. Burt was worth the cost. “Let’s go to a nice hotel where we can order champagne to celebrate – once we’re done,” she said to the other two. Vikki nodded in agreement, eager to get the party rolling.

“Hey now, hang on a minute,” Burt said in his booming baritone voice. It always made Vikki melt into a puddle of goo. “You both paid my way in and you bought the drinks – I should foot some of the costs. Let me pay for the champagne, we’ll take my Jag and stop at a liquor store. Hey, now that I think of it – my buddy Paul izmit kendi evi olan escort doesn’t live far from here and he’s been deployed for six months. I have a key to his place, he owes me a few favors. It’s spotless and free, what do you think?”

The sisters loved the idea. Anything that meant they didn’t have to work extra shifts at Wegmans was okay with them. Burt was the kind of man they both wanted to date – successful, masculine and thoughtful. If he was a good lover, they were going to try and keep him around for a while. The three of them got into the Jaguar and set out to enjoy the rest of the evening.

Vikki knew her sister had her own ideas, but while Burt went to purchase the champagne, she mulled over some own thoughts in silence. What limits did she think needed to set for their threesome? Should there even be any limits? Neither of the sisters was averse to sexual experimentation, although Vikki believed her sister had gone a bit further than she had in her adventures. As Burt returned with his purchases, she decided that she would just play it by ear.

When they arrived at Burt’s friend’s apartment, the girls were astonished. It was huge and lavish, lots of room for sexual activity. A few more couples could easily have partied with them. Nikki felt the first tingles of nervousness. She had made all of the overtures and now it was time for them to put up or shut up.

“I don’t know what the two of you cooked up while I was buying the drinks …” Burt said “… but I do know what I’d like to see that would really get me in the mood.”

“What might that be?” Vikki asked, although she was afraid that she already knew the answer.

“I’d like to see you two together – you know, kissing and making out,” Burt said to his cousin. “I think two girls are really hot and twins, that’s even hotter.”

There it was, the moment of truth that Vikki had feared. Was she bold enough to make this move, indulge in lesbian sex for the first time and with her own sister as her partner? She thought about it and decided to let fate take her in whatever direction the wind blew.

How could she ever have known that this was the secondary part of Nikki’s scheme, one of her ulterior motives? Nikki wanted to feel the softness of her sister’s body pressed against her own, pussy to pussy and breast to breast. She yearned to discover if her sister’s body moved in sync with her own and if Vikki’s taste was akin to hers. The morally deviate blonde wanted to see her sister succumb to wholly forbidden lusts and indulge herself with full abandon. All it would take was for Vikki to loosen the reins of her inhibitions and give herself totally to unspoken desires.

“Okay,” Vikki answered and walked with a jaunty step towards the spacious bedroom. Her high heels clicked on the hardwood floors like a soundtrack to the activities looming on the horizon. “If we’re going to act like unprincipled sluts, what’s one more deviant action? Come on Nikki, let’s do this thing so that we can get his cock all stiff and ready to fuck us.”

Watching her sister give herself over to this desire, Nikki felt for a moment that even if Burt wasn’t there, she would have enjoyed herself. Her sister got out of her clothes and the underneath was just as sexy. Both girls were lingerie freaks and even under jeans, their lingerie was intended to promote the urge to fuck. Nikki licked her lips as she watched Vikki’s perfectly-tanned body come into view. In a way, it was silly. They were identical twins and thus, Nikki knew perfectly well what Vikki looked like in the buff. It still got her hot, salivating for the taste of her sister’s wet cunt. When Vikki was spread-eagled on the bed, her sister went after her with gusto.

“Oh fuck Nikki, that’s so good, I wish I had known!,” the teenaged blonde panted as her sister’s skilled tongue washed over her labia and all along the groove of her pussy. In a mere instant, all of her doubts about having sex with another woman OR her sister vanished. They were replaced with unholy lusts and urges, desire for more of this kind of sex. If she and Nikki were going to hell for this, they would enjoy the journey. Her pussy was flowing like a river and yet, not much of it was soaking the bed. Nikki’s agile little tongue was gobbling up as much as Vikki was capable of producing.

Nikki lifted her head from between her sister’s thighs and shared a kiss with Vikki, deep and soulful. It allowed the other girl to taste her own spend. “I like that,” she sighed dreamily.

“Then swing around baby and we’ll do a sixty-nine,” her twin suggested. “I want to feel your tongue on my pussy and your body moving against mine. You’re up for that, aren’t you bitch?”

At this point, the newly-perverted blonde was up for anything her sister suggested. Oblivious to Burt’s presence, the girls changed positions on the bed and worked their magic on each other. Vikki proved to be a quick study and was getting her sister off with the requisite skill of a true lesbian. They clutched desperately at one another, holding on for dear life while thrashing about the bed. Nikki was enjoying her latest lesbian experience and Vikki was a happy new convert. Neither of them slowed down for an instant as two tanned, leggy and sex-crazed blondes gave it their all.

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The forest was silent, save for the soft noises of small animals going about their business, and the occasional bird song. Two sets of eyes peered from the underbrush near the small settlement, waiting for the one person they had come to see, although she had no idea that anyone was watching her. They had been watching her for several months now, ever since they had first caught a glimpse of her by the river. She was the loveliest thing they had ever seen, and they had watched for her every day since that time. Their quiet patience was finally rewarded, as she stepped out of her small log home, closing the door behind her. She looked about, smiling in pleasure at the beauty of the day, completely unaware of what that smile did to the two silent watchers. Walking lightly down the path that led to the forest, her basket on her arm, she greeted her neighbors, then stepped into the cool green depths waiting for her, never knowing she was silently shadowed as she moved along.

She moved through the forest almost as lightly as they did themselves, very sure of herself in the rich environment. They knew she loved nature and the outdoors as much as they themselves did, for she never missed an opportunity to be out of the house. They knew that she lived alone, and that she had lost her family the year before to influenza. They even knew her name was Charity, for they had heard her neighbors call to her at times as she passed. They knew that she had just passed her nineteenth birthday, for they seen the other settlers gather at her home with well-wishes on that day. That night, they had left a bouquet on her doorstep, the blond one keeping watch as the dark one laid it gently on her doorstep and knocked, then slipped away to join his companion. They would never forget the sweet smile that had lit her face when she had opened the door and spied the flowers there.

That had been two weeks ago, and now, life went on as usual for the young woman. Today she was going into the forest to gather some herbs for medicinal purposes as well as for cooking. Her mother had taught her the properties of many of the plants that grew in the woods, and the knowledge had been very useful on a number of occasions. She would have to go a bit further today to find the sorrel and thyme that she was seeking, but she had no fear. There had been no raids or attacks in months on any settlements, and Charity felt safe beneath the tall trees. She paused sometimes, just to take in her surroundings, stopping to peek at a hidden wildflower, or taste a berry on a bush. Although she was lonely sometimes, for the most part, she felt quite content. Beside a small tributary of the river, she paused to rest, seating herself beside a fallen log, and leaning back against it, watching the water ripple by.

Her two unseen shadows paused as well, their eyes riveted on the beauty beside the river. They meant her no harm whatsoever; they only wished to watch her and protect her, should she need it. They looked at one another and smiled. Two better friends and companions could be found nowhere. The two young men had been together all their lives, practically. They had lived in one of the settlements further upriver when they were only small boys of four and five. The dark one was the elder of the two, and the blond one followed him willingly, and always had. Their settlement had been attacked by a hostile raiding party, and almost all had been killed. The children and younger women had been taken, but these two boys had been playing in a cave they’d found by the river, and when all the commotion started, they had been frightened, and had stayed there, until all was quiet. When they went back to the village, they found it burning, and many dead bodies lying about. After they had finished weeping, they set off into the forest, after packing some provisions, to try to find help. They had not gone far, when they were found by some friendly Indians, who took them in, and adopted them. Since that time, they had lived with the tribe learning their ways and language, and practically forgetting the life they had come from. Their names from before were long forgotten as well, and the dark one had become Raven’s Call, while the blond was known as Hawk’s Flight.

They were handsome young men. Both wore their long hair in a single braid down their bare, tanned backs. Raven had eyes that matched his ebony hair, and he was slender yet muscular, his skin sporting a few tribal tattoos. Hawk had hazel eyes that sparkled with fun, and he wore hoops in his ears. His build was quite similar to his friend’s, but he was a bit shorter. Both were slightly older than Charity, Raven being twenty-one, and the younger a year behind. They were clad only in deerskin loincloths and moccasins, and they looked magnificent. As always, the dark one carried his bow and arrows, and the blond his hunting knife. They were never without their weapons, just in case. The two were not only the best of friends, and blood brothers in fact, but also occasionally lovers. They enjoyed female flesh as well as the next man, but had discovered the joys of experiencing male flesh as well. To them, it was simply another way of expressing izmit escort bayan the deep love that they felt. Many men in their tribe were of the same opinion, and it was not frowned upon in the least.

Now, as they watched, Charity had become so relaxed as she rested, that the rippling water had lulled her into a doze. Her coppery hair spread about her head, falling over the simple white blouse that she wore, and her hands were clasped loosely in her lap, lying on the rough brown fabric of her skirt. Her pale skin took on a creamy hue in the rays of sunlight that snuck through the branches overhead, and her lips parted softly in a sigh. Her emerald eyes, with their dark lashes, remained closed, even when a twig snapped nearby, but the other two heads whipped up, instantly alert for trouble. When nothing happened for several moments, they began to relax, then suddenly several fierce looking warriors came into view. They stood, looking down on the sleeping girl for several moments, then one of them stepped forward quietly and knelt, lifting a lock of her hair, and grinning at the others. He said something in a low voice to the other four that caused a chuckle to pass through the group. Charity stirred slightly, then her eyes fluttered open, to behold the leering face above her. Eyes wide, her hand flew up to her lips, as she gasped. The men laughed again, eyeing her hungrily. In the underbrush, the two gripped their weapons tightly, but knew they could not hope to rescue the girl at the moment. There were too many of the men, and the girl was liable to be hurt if they tried.

The warrior kneeling beside the frightened girl smoothed his fingers through her hair up to her scalp, causing her face to turn white. He seemed to be admiring the thickness and color of her hair, but then he removed his hand from her head and stared down at her for several moments without moving. Charity was trembling from head to toe, as she waited to see what he and his companions would do to her. She had heard so many stories, and none of them were pretty. She felt as if his cold eyes were piercing her all the way to her bare skin. He tilted his head and then his hands snaked out and ripped her blouse in two, leaving her with only her cotton camisole covering her. Roughly he grabbed her breasts, and began massaging them, running his thumbs over her nipples savagely. Charity cried out in pain, but he slammed his mouth against hers to stifle her cry, working to get his hands beneath the cloth that covered her. She struggled, but was no match for him. He had her head pressed back against the log, so that she couldn’t move her mouth from his, and his hands pressed her back against the wood as well. She felt as if she couldn’t breathe beneath his weight. He lifted his mouth at last, still pawing at the cloth, and as she gasped weakly for air, he then proceeded to rip the camisole in half as well, exposing her bare breasts for all to see. Hungry eyes feasted on the pale globes, with their rose colored nipples and slightly darker aureoles.

The man made a satisfied grunting sound, grabbing a breast again, and massaging. When Charity opened her mouth to scream, he clapped his palm against her lips, silencing her again. He gave a nod to one of the others, who stepped over, bringing with him a wide strip of supple hide. He bent over the girl and whipped it into her mouth as soon as the other removed his hand. Now she could scream herself hoarse, and no one would hear her. Leering at her, her tormentor moved and she saw that he was going to take her breast in his mouth. She screamed against the gag, and began to thrash, but it was hopeless. In moments, his lips closed over her right breast and he began to suck on it, his tongue working over her now hardened nipple. His hands went to her hips to still her movements, as he enjoyed the taste of her supple skin. He nipped her, then moved to the other tempting treat, sucking and licking it thoroughly as well. She was moaning now, tears streaming down her face, which he proceeded to lick off as well, when he had finished with her breasts.

He spoke to the others, and the helpless girl could only lie there, her back rubbed raw against the log, as each warrior took his turn playing with her breasts. They caressed and kissed, licked and sucked, sometimes one at a time, sometimes two together, until they finally seemed to get their fill. In the underbrush, the two young men clutched their weapons in anger and frustration, and a slight bit of shame, for despite their devotion to the young woman, they both had rock-hard erections from the sight of the other men enjoying her sweet charms. Speaking sharply to the others, the first man knelt over her again, and proceeded to torture her one last time, taking each breast in his mouth and sucking hard, his teeth clamping on the sensitive nipples until she cried out again. When he removed his mouth, he reached out and jerked her to her feet, holding her steady, then at a motion from his head again, one of the others came over and yanked her skirt down to her ankles and she was lifted out of it. She began to kick her legs violently, but the huge man holding her arms shook izmit eve gelen escort her like a rag doll until she stopped. Now she was clad only in her petticoat and bloomers, and her shoes and stockings. All these things were quickly discarded as well, and she was left, held up in the air as naked as the day she was born, with a gag in her mouth, and her eyes bright with unshed tears.

The warrior set her on her feet, grabbing her wrists and holding them out before her, to be bound with a deerskin tie. He tested the bonds to make certain they were tight enough, then slung his captive up over his shoulder, smacking her bottom sharply when she attempted to struggle again. The others gathered up her clothing and basket, and took care to smooth over the grass so that in moments, there was no trace that Charity or anyone else had been there. Now the silent shadows followed the girl and her captors, hoping they might be able to rescue her later that night, when the men stopped to make camp. It would not be easy, but they were determined to at least try. Her fate would not be pleasant, should she remain with her captors. Their tribe was very vicious and treated their women quite badly, and any captives even worse. They would take her virginity and use her until they tired of her body, then they would sell her to another tribe or in a worst case scenario, offer her as a sacrifice to the gods.

As for Charity, she could scarcely believe what had happened. The day had started out so lovely, and now she was a captive, to be used and tormented in who knew what ways? She was seated on the warrior’s horse, in front of him, naked and with her legs spread on either side of the horse, in a most unladylike fashion. The man kept running his free hand all over her body, teasing her breasts, sliding over her throat, and moving down her stomach to her pelvic bone. The movement of the horse’s body between her spread thighs felt strange and caused a tingling in her body that she wasn’t sure how to deal with. It made it difficult for her to think clearly, which she needed to do if she was going to escape, before they did anything worse to her. If only someone knew where she was being taken, and could help her. She knew that had to be an impossible thought, but she couldn’t help hoping anyway. Maybe someone had chanced along and had seen what was going on, but knew they would never be able to defeat these fierce men, so they had gone to get help. Even now, perhaps they were being trailed. Even as she thought this, she knew just how unlikely the scenario was. She was shaken from her thoughts momentarily, when the warrior’s finger slid between her open legs and the horse’s body, and moved into her most intimate place. She gasped at his boldness and tried to squirm away, but he simply pushed another finger in to join the first, and then let the motion of the horse do the rest. Charity felt moisture flood her nether lips, as a new sensation swept through her. She felt as if she were on the brink of a discovery of some sort, but she wasn’t certain what, then suddenly he withdrew his hand and she heard him slurping on his fingers.

Stalking Panther could scarcely believe his luck when he and his men had come across the treasure he now had sitting before him on his mount. Completely alone, and breathtaking, there she lay, as if the Gods themselves were pleased with the raid he and the others had made. If he was any judge of women, and he was, this one was pure and untouched, judging by the way she tried to squirm away from his advances. How he loved tasting her sun-warmed skin, and the salt of her tears. Her fear was delicious to him, and made any conquest all the sweeter, in his opinion. He intended to terrify his pretty prey as much as he could before taking her innocence. He felt his arousal grow at the thoughts of what he could do with such a body. He would allow all the men at camp to molest her thoroughly, without taking her virginity. From the taste and smell of things, she was easily aroused, and that would make it all the better, for with her being unexperienced, she wouldn’t know what to make of the feelings that swept her, and she wouldn’t be able to resist, try as she might. He ground his cock into her bare bottom, and slid his hand between her thighs again, wanting another taste of the nectar that pooled between her soft nether lips. He felt a tiny sob shake her as he plundered her with his fingers, careful not to dig too deep. He wanted to make her a woman with his cock, not his fingers. He teased her clit, feeling her shudder, but not letting her reach the climax that she didn’t even know she needed.

Meanwhile, the two shadows moved along behind the horses, ever vigilant. They watched as the leader molested their Charity, and again, felt the shame of their incredible lust for her, mixed with anger at her terror. They both knew if they could find a way, all these warriors would be dead for ever laying a finger on the innocent girl. For now, all they could do was move silently, following the men. They knew that these few would stop somewhere before nightfall, probably not planning on traveling to their izmit otele gelen escort home until the following day. They hoped they might get a chance that night to rescue the maiden, as it would be their best opportunity. Once these men joined their tribe, there would be far too many people around for them to be able to save her, at least while she was still untouched and unbroken. They tried not to let their anger get the best of them, knowing if they did, mistakes could happen, and that could mean all hope of rescuing their lady would be gone. Charity’s soft moans and sobs pierced their hearts, but they steeled themselves against emotion.

Charity was miserable from the ride and from the play of the warrior’s hands over her tender skin. Her thighs were chafed and she ached all over, not being used to riding a horse, and particularly not astride. Her inner thighs felt sticky from sweat and the flood of moisture that his fingers had continued to force from her. He had gone so far at one point as to rub some of the wetness into her nipples, and now they felt a bit stiff and sticky as well. The man seemed to take great pride in not touching her for awhile, and then just as she was beginning to hope he had stopped completely, he would start again, caressing her breasts, pinching and tweaking her nipples, and then thrusting his fingers into her. Each time, it seemed to feel less invasive to her, and caused more of a feeling of expectancy and shivers of anticipation, but for what, she couldn’t tell. At last, they seemed to be slowing, and she looked up with blurry eyes, to see them moving into a small clearing. With a final thrust of his fingers, the Indian pulled his horse up short, and waited for another brave to come over to him. He handed her down to the other man, who held her tightly against his body, grinding his crotch against her bottom and cupping her breasts from behind. The warrior leapt down and took charge of her once again, pulling her along behind him, and binding her to a tree. He pulled her arms around the tree, tying her wrists behind the trunk, then did the same with her ankles, so that only the tree was holding her up, and she was spread open.

Stepping back, Panther admired his captive again. Her russet hair was a tangled mass, falling over her pale face and creamy shoulders, and her breasts were slightly red from all the caresses he had bestowed. She smelled of feminine arousal and fear, and he rubbed his crotch anxiously, then laughed at the new flash of fear that brightened her eyes. In his own tongue, he spoke to her, knowing she could not understand, and that it would make her more fearful yet. His voice low and husky, he said “Oh, little Flower, how you will unfold for me, and for my men. You shall know many men in the most delightful ways…at least for us. For you, they might not be so delightful…” He chuckled again, then leaned in and pressed his lips to her neck, nibbling her skin softly. “I cannot wait to thrust into you, to feel you tighten around me, to spill my seed deep inside you….” Abruptly, he moved away from her, to help the others set up camp, leaving her shivering again.

Charity had no idea what he had said to her, but she knew it couldn’t be to her benefit. She tried to struggle against her bonds, but they were too tight, and she was too weary. None of them were paying any attention to her for the moment, but she knew that couldn’t last. She let her head droop, and fell into a semi-doze, held up by the rough tree bark. Dimly, she heard the sounds of movement around her and smelled the smoke of a fire, and then food cooking. Her stomach growled, and she realized she was starving. Night was falling quickly, and the cool air touched her bare skin, making her shiver even more. She hurt all over, and her arms and legs had fallen asleep from the position they were in. She couldn’t seem to lift her head, even when she heard footsteps coming towards her and then stopping. Her bonds were loosened, and she fell to the ground with a jar, making the men laugh cruelly. The warrior led her over to the bushes, indicating she could relieve herself, and watched as she did so, enjoying her discomfort. She was brought over to the fire and fed a bit and given a drink. As soon as she had finished, the warrior pulled her to her feet and led her to another set of trees. There, she saw a piece of cloth had been stretched between the trees, making a hammock of sorts.

Charity was shoved back onto the hammock and her wrists were bound above her head, one to each tree, and her ankles were bound the same way. Once again, she was spread apart, and her fear grew. They began to circle about her, chanting, and then one brave moved forward as the others continued to circle. He opened a clay pot and took out a thick substance, and began to slowly rub it onto her body, over her breasts, down her belly and over her thighs. He smeared it onto her throat and over her lips, and when a bit slid into her mouth, she realized it was honey. She felt his fingers slathering the sticky substance between her thighs, and then they all stopped chanting and looked down at her. Then, as if they were one entity, all the men leaned over, and began to lap the honey from her body, hungrily. Mouths and tongues moved over her throat, her breasts and downward. One was nestled between her thighs, sucking there. She struggled against them, and screamed into the night, and as she did so, they only seemed to become more aggressive.

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The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

Notice: All ye censors, perverts, and oddballs – no one under 18 years of age did anything sexual to anyone in this story (because there are none). They didn’t in the original version either.

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The fall evening echo whispers with its leaves as I sat on my porch smoking a cigarette. I sat there for a long time as dark drew near.

A blue mustang pulled into driveway, it’s lights unwelcoming and bright. It was Monica. The predominant adults in my life were out of town and thought I needed supervision. Their choice was interesting and without intimate previous knowledge, quite foolish. Upon turning twenty-one, Monica had received, what she referred to, as her Stallion. The electric blue, 2001 Mustang convertible which brought her much attention in our small town.

She greeted me with a warm smile and a, “Evening, cuz.” She hugged me tight, then walking passed me allowing her left hand to linger on my shoulder. Entering the house, she tossed her jean jacket over a chair and fished around in one pocket.

Turning around and grinning even wider, I beheld a bottle of vodka in her hands. I couldn’t escort kocaeli help but lift the side on mouth in excited amusement. In the coming hours, the clear liquid first filled tall glasses and colored with alternating mixtures. The rivers of my blood began to swell and as we talked into the night I found I could not stop laughing. Sometime during the night the stereo came alive with the unnamable meanings embedded in melody. These elements created a whirlwind of delight and caught in its grip I fell down, laughing still.

“That’s it. You’re cut off. No mas for you’s.”, she giggled and helped me up. “Time for bed, buddy boy.” She led me to my room and took off my off my pants and shirt, tossing them in a corner on the white rug. Emboldened by this, I tried to kiss her. Her response was to almost effortless push me onto the bed like a wayward feather.

“Aw, come on.” I said. She smirked and said nothing. I lay there like a sack. Her long, long black hung over her shoulders, framing her pale face. She stood up and slid her shirt off in one motion. Her breasts, round and pale, stood against my gaze, defiant in their perfection. Her bra was the next victim to my expectations. Nipples tinged with pink stared at me, helpless in by bed.

She knelt alongside the bed and once more reached for my penis. Her fingers curled around my shaft engorged with blood and aching form her touch. I kocaeli anal yapan escort exhaled completely as she st rattled me, resting my cock between her lovely tits. She licked and licked my cock. Hungry for its hardness. Pressing her breasts together, Monica wrapped my cock in the loveliness of her white bosom. I had no idea what was happening, my head, which had been spinning had come to dead stop. I reached down and started to stroke her long, ravenite hair. I massaged her and she breathed heavily upon on my shaft.

Releasing the enveloping warmth, Monica’s left hand traveled down to the crossroads of her legs and slipped into her jeans. Her tongue flicked my head and without effort and drew it into her mouth.

She sucked like never before. He body began to move, her hand dictating the rhythm. Pressure was building in my abdomen. Watching her masturbate, I was getting so turned on. Her breasts bouncing furiously, quivering with each wiggle. Suddenly her eyes squeezed shut and my cock was freed from her mouth. She gasped three times in a row. Monica quickly bowed her head and just as quickly arched her back as she came. She froze for several moments and then fell back against the bedroom wall.

I was speechless again at the sight of beautiful cousin playing with herself and climaxing in front of me. Being robbed of my speech I reached izmit yabancı escort to finish myself off. Recovering quickly she stopped me with her free hand.

“Wait!!”, she pleaded in a heavy whisper.

She jumped off the bed and shucked off her jeans. Her black panties winked at me as she st rattled me again. She began to ground her clit against my cock through her panties. Her hips rippled in waves across my cock. She bounced against it. She was crazed with lust and grabbed her tits, pushing them together. Faster and faster she rode me, herself getting more excited with each passing motion.

I could feel her hot, wetness and inside I was screaming to get enter her. I wanted to be wrapped in her warmth and give her mine in return.

In a moment like any other, I came. The world feel away and Monica let out a yelp as I sprayed my belly with my sperm. Without missing a beat she dropped down and licked it up. She shoveled it into her mouth as if it was the last remnants of water on a parched Earth. She licked and licked. Sucked my cock and licked. Then, with a final parting stroke she got up, replaced her clothes and turned out the light.

All I could think was that I wanted to hold her. To feel her breathing and hear it echo in the darkness. The site of her pale, perfect body had stirred me beyond believe. I couldn’t get the images out my mind. I lay awake for what seemed an eternity. Wanton thoughts of being inside her consumed me in my room and I left them.

I dreamed of her and I in the bluest of waters. Her body on top of mine. It was the most vivid sex dream I had ever had. The motions, her mystery growing my wish to never wake except to embrace her once more.

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