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Kim meets a stranger, a much older man that she met online

Revised, rewritten, and continued from chapter one:

She didn’t have the courage to break it off with him. Instead, she was curious enough and sexually excited enough to meet him. As if she was curious who was the Wizard of Oz, she needed to meet the man behind her computer screen. Only, she wasn’t going to Kansas, she was going to Detroit.

With her not having a manly mentor in her life, she’d love to have someone who’d take the place of the Daddy and/or the Pappy she never had, always missed having, and always wanted. Tired of listening to her friends bore her to death talking about their dads and granddads, she’d wanted and needed to know what it would be like to have someone like that of her own. She’d love to have an older man in her life to call Daddy or Pappy.

Now, no longer confined to a chatroom, here she was already at the Detroit airport ready to meet her cyber lover. Surprising even herself, she couldn’t believe she was actually going through with this. She couldn’t believe she had boarded a plane and flown here.

Having never met anyone in person that she met online before, Kim was nervous. A big risk, a huge gamble, and a roll of the love dice crap shoot, with her already having second thoughts about meeting him, she didn’t know what to expect. A woman alone, a woman so young, so pretty, so sexy, so innocently naïve, she was a woman who writes erotica on a pornography site online and he was a man who reads all that she writes. He could be anyone.

‘He could be a real whacko,’ she thought. ‘He could be a rapist. He could be a serial killer. God, what have I done by agreeing to meet him? He could have a bevy of girlfriends. He could be married. I never should have agreed to do this. Instead of flying here, I should have broken it off with him. This is crazy and I’m nuts.’

For all she knew he could be just another harmless, dirty, old, lonely man and another one of her perverted, cyber fans, followers, and stalkers. For all that she knew, in the way she was looking for her Daddy, he could be looking for his daughter. For all she knew, and no doubt that was the case, he could be someone who just wanted to meet her for sex.

With this becoming so real, so fast, she’d never have sex with him, of course, a complete stranger. For her to have sex with him, he’d have to take her against her will. He’d have to forced her to have sex with him. He’d have to drug her for her to give him sex.

When thinking of him forcing himself on her, she thought of her sexual fantasy. She thought of roleplaying in person instead of over the computer of him stripping her naked and raping her. Then, again with those thoughts creeping in her mind again after watching so many crime shows on television, for all she knew, he could be a manic ready to rape her, sexually abuse her, and/or murder her. With her so naive and so innocent, she could be walking into some sort of diabolical trap.

### ILookLikeJailBait ###

A smart thing to do to protect herself, instead of going to his house, which is what he suggested originally, she decided to meet him at the airport. From there, she could go for a drink or for something to eat. After making some small talk, she’d know if there was anything there to start a romance. After spending some public, face-to-face time with him, she could tell if he was as nice as he portrayed himself to be in his e-mails and in their private chats or if he was a crazy psycho killer. After getting to know him better, she’d be able to tell if he’d be her boyfriend, her lover, her Daddy, and/or her Pappy.

With the airport so hustling and bustling, she felt safe enough in a crowded, public place. She’d feel much safer meeting him here than she would meeting him alone in his house. If she didn’t like the looks of him, she could just turn around and hop on the next plane home. If they hit it off, at least she’d have a ride to his house instead of having to pay for a cab.

Having a conflict of mixed emotions, she was as nervous to meet him as much as she was sexually excited to meet him. Even though he was much older than her, what if he was her knight in shining armor? What if he was the one special someone she dreamt about in her dreams and imagined in her sexual fantasies? With him always knowing the right words to write, maybe he was her Mr. Perfect. She hoped that what he portrayed himself as in his love letters was just how he was in person. Unless she met him in person, which is why she was here, she’d never know if he was the one.

She thought about all that he wrote to her and all that she wrote to him. Maybe this was her Mr. Right, albeit an older Mr. Right. Maybe this was her one chance in a lifetime to find everlasting love, that is until he died of a heart attack while they were having sex. There was no getting around the fact that he was more kocaeli escort bayan than 40-years older than she was. How would she really feel about a man who was so very much older than her? Could she love him as if he was her lover, her boyfriend, her Daddy, and/or her Pappy?

She had never dated anyone old enough to be her father, only never having known her father, she definitely did have Daddy issues. What the Hell, if this man wants to be her Daddy and shower her with gifts, who is she to stop him? Yet, if he wanted to be her grandfather, as well as her boyfriend, and her lover, that was fine with her.

If nothing else, instead of him being her lover, instead of him being her boyfriend, he could be her dad and the father she never had. He could be her grandfather, the grandfather she never had. Then, if she perceived him to be her father or her grandfather, how hot would that be to have pretend, roleplaying, incestuous sex with her surrogate father or grandfather.

‘Oh, my God,’ she thought. ‘I’d love to suck my pretend father’s cock. I’d love to suck my pretend grandfather’s cock. We could have so much fun roleplaying while he sexually and incestuously abused me and while I gave him oral sex.’

Chapter two:

His name was Walter and he lived on the Detroit River in an old industrial complex of mostly dilapidated buildings that had been reclaimed and modernized with large studio apartments, residential lofts, and swanky penthouse apartments. From buildings that looked as if they were targets in a bombing raid to buildings that were reclaimed, rebuilt, and refurbished, Detroit was returning back to life after the auto companies abandoned them. Detroit’s Riverwalk was a spectacular place where people walked, gathered, and dined at one of the fine restaurants that dotted the water view.

“Oh, my God,” said Kim when she saw what the city had done. “Wow! It’s beautiful.”

Detroit was the home towns of Christie Brinkley, Charles Lindbergh, Henry Ford, Kristen Bell, Jerry Bruckheimer, Ellen Burstyn, Francis Ford Coppola, and Charlton Heston. Detroit is where Sugar Ray Robinson, Gordie Howe, Al Kaline, John Smoltz and Tom Selleck were born and raised. Detroit was where Alice Cooper, Madonna, The Four Tops, Aretha Franklin, Kid Rock, The Temptations, Diana Ross, Stevie Wonder, Smokey Robinson, Eminem, Sonny Bono, and Bob Seger all started life. Back in the heyday, Detroit was Motown.

Nonetheless, Detroit’s revitalization and transformation, Kimberly had a negative opinion of Detroit and of the Detroit Metropolitan Airport. With the guns, murders, violence, drugs, rapes, and robberies that happens there every day, with police roaming the airport with dogs and automatic weapons, she feared for her life leaving the relative safety of the airport. As bad as leaving O’Hare Airport in Chicago, she imagined being caught in the crossfire and a hail of bullets after leaving the airport. She imagined a terrorist randomly shooting people or setting off a suicide bomb vest in the airport.

If that wasn’t enough she was sexually accosted by a female TSA worker. Her first time flying, she couldn’t believe how familiar the female TSA security person got with her body. How dare she? For the woman to touch and feel her where she touched and felt her, the woman was obviously a lesbian hoping to get lucky with her. Unaccustomed to a woman groping her and having her sexual way with her body, the agent touched and felt her everywhere men usually touch and feel her on a first date.

### ILookLikeJailBait ###

After e-mailing her back and forth and exchanging photos, Walter asked her for explicit, sexual photos of her wearing her panties and bra, topless, and/or naked. She couldn’t remember the last time she sent anyone such revealing photos. He was an attractive man, yet something she seldom does, she didn’t know why she relented in sharing her sexually inappropriate photos with him but she did.

Then, after she sent him explicit, sexual photos of her in her panties and bra, topless, and naked body, he sent her explicit, sexual photos of his naked body, mainly his cock. With every photo of his cock taken with him having an erection, he seemed very proud of his big prick. For an older man, he did have a nice cock. Just as she wouldn’t mind stroking that big, hard thing, she wouldn’t mind sucking and fucking that big, hard thing either.

Making her sexually aroused and horny when she saw his engorged penis, he did have a nice, hard appearing cock for an older man. His cock was the first sixty-something-year-old cock had she ever seen. If she didn’t know his prick was as old, she’d never know it. Being that one of her favorite things to do was to masturbate a man and blow a man, she loved to see his big, hard prick in person. Now, with her on the way there, she couldn’t wait to hold his prick, to stroke his prick, and to suck his prick before fucking his prick.

‘God, on my way to being a whore, I’m such a slut,’ she thought kocaeli sınırsız escort to herself while laughing.

Unlike other women who don’t suck cock and who don’t swallow, and/or who don’t even allow men to cum in their mouths, even if they do suck cock, she not only swallowed but she enjoyed sucking men dry. She wasn’t like other women who dabbled when sucking cock. One of her favorite, sexual things to do was not only to flash and tease men but also to give them blowjobs. There was something so sexually satisfying about controlling a man with her hand and/or with her mouth, as well as with her pussy.

It was one thing to fuck a mana but it felt more personal for her to suck a man. She loved staring up at men with her big, blue eyes while teasing them with her tongue and while blowing them. She loved it when they became sexually aroused to get really hard and sexually excited enough to cum in her mouth. With them putting a gentle hand to the back of her pretty, black haired head, she enjoyed it when men humped her mouth and fucked her face while fondling her big tits and fingering her erect nipples. To her there was nothing like stroking a good looking man’s prick, licking his prick, and sucking his prick while fondling and cupping his testicles.

‘Hump my mouth, Walter. Fuck my face,’ she imagined saying. ‘Cum Walter. Cum in my mouth. I want to taste you. I need to swallow you.’

### ILookLikeJailBait ###

Other than his request for explicit, sexual photos, by judging him on the value of all that the wrote her, he seemed normal enough. Actually, not such an unusual request, there wasn’t a fan who read her erotic stories who didn’t ask her for explicit, sexual photos of her semi-naked and naked body. In the way that most men do without even asking, he sent her photos of his erect cock. He sent her videos of him masturbating himself. He even sent her videos of him cumming big, white, gobs of cum.

For an old guy, someone who was collecting Social Security, he did have a nice looking prick. For an older man, someone who was collecting Social Security, he sexually aroused her by showing him cumming. She couldn’t help herself from imagining stroking him. She couldn’t help herself from imagining putting her mouth on his engorged prick. She couldn’t help herself from imagining him cumming in her willing mouth and her swallowing his cum.

Unlike many of the older men she knew, he certainly didn’t have erectile dysfunction issues nor was he out of shape. Unless he took a Viagra, his cock looked as hard and at the ready as any of the much younger men she dated and sucked. With his photos and videos, as well as his written words making her horny, she wished she was there to touch him, fondle him, stroke him, suck him, and fuck him. She wished she could feel her lips stretched around his big prick. Most of the older men she had seen at the mall all had potbellies but he was slimly muscular and looked to be in great shape.

Then, once she was okay with all of the pornography he sent her, he sent her romantic love letters before he sent her a one-way, first class, airplane ticket to his city, Detroit. She was as stunned by his romantic love letters as much as she was stunned by his videos of him cumming, and as much as she was stunned by receiving an open ended, first class, plane ticket in the mail. Suddenly, shit or get off the pot, this was real. He wanted to meet her as much as she wanted to meet him. Nonetheless her eagerness to meet him, suddenly, she felt pressured to either meet him or end their online correspondence.

If anything, she was curious if he was as nice as he was in his correspondences. If anything, she was curious if he was as romantic in person as he was in his love letters. If anything, she needed to know if there was a romantic connection. If anything, tired of masturbating herself over his salacious letters and over his videos of his cock cumming, she needed to see, feel, stroke, suck, and fuck his cock in person.

“I’ll gladly pay your way home, if you decide to come,” he wrote. “I’m just dying to meet you. I’m just dying to see you in person. I’m just dying to hold you in my arms, stare in your big, beautiful, blue eyes, and kiss you,” he wrote.

‘Kiss me, my ass? Yeah, I bet that’s all he wants to do is just hold me in his arms, stare in my big, beautiful, blue eyes, and kiss me,’ she thought to herself. ‘What a crock of shit?’

She shook her head in disbelieve over the line he was trying to feed her.

‘No doubt, after all of the sexy letters, chatrooms, telephone calls, sexy photos, and salacious videos of his cock cumming, he wants me to suck his cock,’ she thought. ‘No doubt, after I confessed my sexual fantasies to him, he can’t wait to tie me to a pole and strip me naked. No doubt, he wants to finger my cunt while licking my cunt. No doubt, thinking that this is what I really want, he wants to rape me,’ she thought. ‘Then after he rapes izmit anal yapan escort me, he wants me to suck him and swallow his warm, oozy, load of cum.’

### ILookLikeJailBait ###

Going against her better judgment, she agreed to meet him. Yet, with her alone with him in a crowded airport, if he was a perverted weirdo, she could always turn around and take the next flight home. The plan was to meet him at Detroit airport. As if he was her personal, private chauffeur and as if he was her father, her Daddy, or her grandfather, her Pappy, Walter would be the one holding a ‘Kim’ sign.

This was it. This was finally it. After months of writing back and forth, they were finally about to meet face-to-face. She was so nervous to finally meeting him. She hoped he looked as he did in his photos. She hoped he was as nice as he was in his e-mails and letters. She hoped his cock was as big and as hard as it looked in his videos.

As if she had known him forever and as if he was her long, lost Daddy, immediately drawn to him, she saw him as soon as she left the departure gate. When seeing him for the first time and from a distance, especially with his snow, white hair, he looked older than his photo. He said he was 66-years-old and she was hoping that he’d look 56-years-old instead of 66-years-old, but he looked more like he was 76-years-old.

‘Oh, fuck,’ she thought while already ready to turn around and go home.

She had been with older men before, men who were ten and fifteen years older, but not this much older than she was. Even if he was 66-years-old, he’d be 43-years-older than she was. As she neared, with his white hair throwing her off, she could see that he probably was 66-years-old. Instead of looking younger or older, thank God, he looked his age.

“Oh, my God,” he said giving her a big smile. “You look just like your picture only much better in person. You’re so tall, much taller than you appear in your photos,” he said looking at her as if she was a model and he was a photographer. “You’re so shapely,” he said looking down at her curves. “You’re so sexy.”

Suddenly feeling in the way that Christie Brinkley must have felt with Billie Joel, she beamed him a smile at his compliments.

“I was sitting down in my photos,” she said with a laugh. “Moreover, I’m wearing heels and this hat that makes me look 6’2″ tall,” she said. “It’s finally so nice to meet you, Walter,” she said holding out her hand.

He frowned obviously by her calling him Walter instead of Daddy.

“Daddy,” he said wrapping his arm around her slender waist and pulling her to him

He slid his horny hand down and cupped her sweet, shapely ass through her short skirt in his palm. Not done there, whether inadvertently or intentionally, he lifted the back of her short skirt enough that she knew her white, bikini panties were exposed to any man walking behind her. Only, with her an exhibitionist, she didn’t care that he was exposing her panties to other men. If anything she was sexually excited that he was taking such exhibitionistic and voyeuristic views with her panties.

“Okay,” she said.

At that point, she would have agreed to anything. With him flashing her panties in a crowded airport terminal, she was becoming too sexually aroused to think straight.

“As you did in all of your sexy correspondences, please call me Daddy.” He gave her a sly, sexy smile. “I prefer thinking that you’re my dear, sexy daughter instead of my cyber, slutty girlfriend.”

She gave him her best smile and he surprised her when he gave her a peck on the lips. As if testing the waters, it was just a little kiss but then when he tried parting her lips with his tongue, too much too soon, she pulled away. While still holding her around her waist and with his hand still on her ass, he squeezed her shapely behind while trying to move his fingers under her skirt and between her thighs.

‘Good God,’ she thought. ‘He’s ready to finger-fuck me right here in the airport terminal.’

“Okay, Daddy,” she said moving his hand off of her ass by taking his hand in her hand and holding it.

He took her carry-on case and escorted her out to his car, a baby blue, 2011, Lincoln Town Car, the last of the Lincoln Town Cars. She knew that because one of her foster father’s had a 2011, Lincoln Town car. Actually, with them all looking so much alike and with Lincoln not making any real changes in the car other than adding side air bags in 2009, a 2007 looked exactly like a 2011.

With them immediately hitting it off, there was no reason to waste any more time at the airport having coffee, a drink, or lunch. Seemingly, as much as he was interested in learning more about her, she was curious to know more about him. Yet, surprising one another by their sudden silence, seemingly, they were already done talking. The lustful lull before the sexual storm, it was as if the only talking they both wanted to do was to have hot sex.

It didn’t take long for him to drive from the airport to his penthouse apartment. Less than 20 miles from the airport to his place, he even gave her a brief tour of his city. Her favorite part of Detroit was the new Riverwalk. She imagined strolling hand and hand with him after dining in one of the many restaurants.

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Chapter 1: Pat and Rick and Jane and Don.

Jane was nervous from the git go. She’d been with the company only a month. Pat was her boss. Jane still had not made up her mind whether she liked or disliked her. She could be curt, also affable. You never quite knew what to expect. But she was always fair, so much Jane had to admit.

She’d agonized over what to wear. Silly really, but she always did. In the end, she went for the plain pink dress, longish, though not too long, which fastened tight across the top, leaving arms and shoulders bare.

“What d’you think?” she’d asked Don, twirling before him, bare-footed on the carpet.

“Looks great,” Don said, trying to be enthusiastic.

If he’d been honest, he would have told Jane that the tie that held the dress in place was pulled too tight, giving her a ‘prom-like’ appearance. Jane was five years past 18. A moderate amount of latitude in the tie would have been more appropriate. Don, older than Jane by a few years, enjoyed the odd glimpse of pure white breasts down the top of a dress and would not mind at all if other guys got a titillating view of Jane’s. He’d watch, thinking ‘Eat your heart out, buddy. Mine, all mine.’

They’d been a couple for only three months, but Don knew already that asking Jane to loosen the tie would result in an impatient gesture, her running upstairs, and a complete change of outfit. The tie was tight so her breasts would not be visible at all, even when she bent forward. Neither would they budge one centimeter, held firmly in place between the tie and the demi-bra.

Don thought to himself ‘Isn’t the whole point of a demi-bra to give the guys an occasional look?’ But he said nothing.

“Shoes?” Jane was saying.

“How about the black strap-ons?” Don said, looking at his watch. They were already late.

“A bit risqué, don’t you think?”

“I don’t think so,” Don replied.

The strap-ons highlighted Jane’s elegant feet and slender ankles. What was the point in having such attributes if you didn’t show them off once in a while? Jane was truly a stunner and her habit of ‘hiding her light under a bushel’ had begun to annoy Don. He said nothing because he sensed his desire to ‘show her off’ was basically sexist. He was a bit ashamed of this, but it did not make him feel any different.

“Mmmm!” Jane pondered. “I think I’ll stick with flat. Better be on the safe side.”

She slipped into a pair of black shoes with flat heels, and looked at herself in the mirror, from all angles.

‘Now she really does look prom-esque, Don was thinking. But he said nothing. He was dressed as usual, jeans, a sports shirt, open at the neck. And the amulet. He always wore the amulet, even though Jane often made negative comments about it. He had told her the necklace was an heirloom, but in fact it had been given him by a college buddy, Rivera, a Brazilian and inveterate rake. He scored with every girl who caught his eye — at least by his own account. The amulet was engraved with an ‘ancient Indio fertility symbol’, he’d said, soberly.

‘Help you with the ladies, my friend’ he’d added, significantly.

Shy by nature and overawed by his ebullient and gregarious friend, Don had not believed this nonsense, of course, but accepted the gift in the spirit in which it was intended — and by implication, admitting that he could do with all the help ‘with the ladies’ he could get. To his amazement, he’d scored the very first time he’d dared to wear it. And though this remained very much a one-off – he had, in college parlance, gotten lucky – the amulet became his good-luck charm.

They arrived twenty minutes late. Don was irritated. He liked to be punctual.

“Don’t be silly,” Jane had said. “It’s fashionable to be a bit late. It’s expected.”

Pat did not appear to disagree. Her greeting was warm.

“I do hope you don’t mind,” Pat said, “but I’ve had dinner catered. Just no time. Anyway,” she continued, taking Jane by the elbow, “the caterers do a much better job than I ever could. You really wouldn’t want to try my cooking.”

Don was not thinking at all of Pat’s cooking. He’d never set eyes on her before, but even as he shook Rick’s hand, he now could scarcely keep his eyes off her. What a contrast. Prim little Jane, her attributes all safely hidden away. And hot Pat, everything on show. Long, slender, bare legs – black strap-ons set them off to perfection — a skirt revealing enough to whet the appetite for more, and a white blouse that was as close to transparent as it could be without actually being it. The contours of Pat’s breasts showed through unashamedly, and those points had to be …. her nipples!

Don caught the look on Rick’s face and read his mind. ‘Sexy, ain’t she?’ He almost answered the unasked question!

He was caught unawares. Pat was Jane’s boss. He’d expected a bit stern, perhaps, even prim. Business-like at the very least. It was why he had been a mite grumpy. Expectations for the evening had fallen under duty rather than pleasure.

It took Don a while to reconcile his expectation of Pat with what turned escort out to be the reality. Well, to be honest, he never did quite adjust.

He joined in the small talk over drinks, then dinner, but his mind was focused on a single question that arose as the two couples sat across from each other sipping cocktails. Pat had crossed and re-crossed her legs. Her movement was swift, and it remained merely a suspicion……?

Rick was older than Pat, possibly already into his forties, and Pat was older than Don and Jane. Low thirties, maybe. Who cared? Her body was well preserved and she displayed it with unabashed assurance. Everything about her oozed sensuality.

Don ate and drank mechanically, trying manfully to keep his eyes from Pat’s breasts as their form and contour adjusted naturally to her movements.

During after dinner drinks, Don’s kept Pat’s thighs in the corner of his field of view. He followed the talk vaguely. This skirted current events and fastened somehow on the two couples who’d made a top news story out of ‘re-vitalizing their relationships’ by having sex every day.

“Can’t imagine what all the fuss is about,’ Pat had said. “Hell, once a day! What’s so special about that?”

She’d glanced at Rick, who nodded solemnly in acquiescence.

“And writing books about it, too” he’d said in that deep voice with a slight southern twang.

“Hell,” he turned his head to eye Don and Jane, sitting together opposite, “if all she got was once a day….?”

He’d nodded at Pat, leaving to the imagination the diabolical consequences this would have.

Don knew that Jane would not like this kind of talk. She’d probably not even noticed the news item. He had. It was all over the web.

“Boasting about ‘doing it’ on the edge of the bed, for the first time,” Pat continued blithely. “I mean, gimme a break.”

She’d eyed Don so directly then, he was sure he’d blushed.

“All that talk about ‘varying it’. I mean, so primitive, don’t you think?” Pat was saying.

“We found a great way to keep things spicy,” she continued, eyeing Rick seductively.

Rick grinned.

“Pat’s idea,” he said, eyeing Jane.

“You tell,” Pat said.

“Maybe our guests aren’t interested, Pat,” Rick said, his gaze roaming from Jane to Don and back again.

Don found his voice. Hell, one of them had to say something.

“Er..No! Not at all,” he said, clearing his throat. “Every couple needs ..er.. something.”

“You’re so right, Don,” Pat said, rewarding him with a brief parting of her thighs.

A thrill ran through Don’s body that was utterly disproportionate to the brevity of the glimpse — OhmiGod! Was it obvious that his dick was straining against the tight denim of his jeans?

“If you don’t work on it, you so easily get in a rut. Been there, done that,” Pat was saying.

Rick was chuckling. Pat elbowed him, playfully.

“Third time lucky,” he said, lightly.

Pat threw him a look, possibly suggesting a fourth time might be even luckier, though only possibly.

“We have this roulette wheel, y’see,” Rick hurried on. “A toy, really. But it serves its purpose. If it comes up red, it’s Pat’s turn, black it’s my turn.”

“Er… For what?” Don said, interrupting the brief silence.

Jane had her stone face on. He hoped Pat and Rick did not notice.

“Whoever’s turn it is makes the rules. You know. If it’s Pat’s turn I have to do what she says, and vice versa. No exceptions.”

“That’s how we find out what turns us on,” Pat said.

“Number below 16, it’s for two hours, above it’s four hours,” Rick said.

“Then we spin again,” Pat interposed, “If he’s got any gas left!”

Which drew a belly laugh from Rick.

“I hafta admit it,” he said. “She outlasts me every time – well, nearly every time.”

“That’s interesting,” Don said, struggling. Four hours? What could you say?

“Works for us,” Rick and Pat said, in unison.

“But, hey,” Rick continued, “chacun a son gout. What works for one couple doesn’t necessarily work for the other.”

Don steeled himself for the question – what ‘trick’ did he and Jane use — which never came.

“Well now, how about another round of drinks?” Rick said, jovially.

Jane consulted her watch.

“It’s getting late, Rick,” she said. “I think we’d better be getting along.”

“Work tomorrow, eh,” Rick said. “An’ I’ll bet she’s a real martinet!”

He said it playfully, but drew nevertheless a sharp dig in the ribs from Pat.

“Not at all, Rick,” Jane said, far too seriously. “She’s a great boss. It’s a pleasure to work in her department.”

“And you’re great at your job, Jane,” Pat said, fulsomely.

“See. You!” another playful dig at Rick. “We get along fine, don’t we Jane.”

……………………………………………………………………………

Don knew it was coming. Jane drove.

“You drank too much, as usual,” she’d said, sharply.

There was a long silence, during which Don failed to keep a mental image of Pat out of his mind. The pollen was izmit escort bayan up in no uncertain way. But Don knew that the evening would not end as he fervently wished it would.

“Disgusting,” Jane spat out, eventually.

Don remained silent.

“You, too,” Jane continued.

“‘Every couple needs something'”, she mocked.

“I hadda say something, Jane. What was I supposed to say?”

Silence.

“And don’t think I didn’t notice,” Jane said, after a long pause.

“What? Notice what?”

“You ogling her. Dressed like a cheap whore. Ugh! Disgusting.”

Don considered several responses. He was not in any sense drunk, but had imbibed sufficiently to mull over the pros and cons of suggesting that Jane lighten up some – even that Rick and Pat’s ‘game’ may be healthy for their own relationship.

But the timing was not right. Jane’s frigid attitude had damped the pollen all too effectively. Don’s dick no longer tested the zipper of his jeans.

“D’you know what,” Jane said, with an air of incredulity. “I think she didn’t even have panties on!”

“Really?” Don said, feigning innocence.

……………………………………………………………………………..

When their guests left, Pat and Rick relaxed on the sofa, enjoying martinis, three fifths ice-cold vodka, two fifths Vermouth and an olive.

“What d’you think?” Pat said.

“Him, for sure. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you.”

“I noticed. Not bad looking, either. I could go for him.”

She looked at Rick interrogatively. He shrugged.

“How can you tell?” he said. “Pretty little thing? I’ll bet she’s got one hell of a body under all that armor.”

“Very uptight, though.”

“God, Yes! You think she actually screws him?”

“I expect so. The way I used to, with my first. Bless his heart. He was nice enough, but he had no idea how to get me going.”

“You think young Don can get her going?”

Pat considered.

“Nope!” she said. “But he’d sure like to.”

“Which means?”

“We agreed. Whichever. She’s a definite ‘notatall’, he’s a ‘maybe’.”

“My bad luck,” Rick replied.

“No,” said Pat emphatically. “My good luck!”

Pat and Rick had talked about it enough. Each emerging from a series of stultifying relationships, they had ‘found sex’ with each other. It was exhilarating, fulfilling, exhausting. Could anything be better? Neither knew, but they were ready to push the envelope to find out. Occasionally, if one or the other was not in the mood, they’d use a porn movie, sometimes ‘his’, sometimes ‘hers’ to get them going. It always worked, and gave them not a few ideas. But there’s a limited number of techniques a man and a woman can use to extract mutual pleasure from ‘the finest thing in life’. They’d been through them all, many, many times.

The obvious next step, though, a swinger club, was a total failure. Fat, ugly or both, some cute young things dragged along by their partners, to whom they clung like limpets. Single guys on the prowl, some of them attractive in an animalistic way. Pat was not averse to an FMM threesome but the guys on the prowl did not cut it for her. Anyway, the ambience was all wrong.

They’d decided. Private, or not at all. Jane and Don were ‘trial couple number three’. One and two had drawn four ‘notatalls’.

Chapter 2: Jane and Don.

A week had passed since ‘the dinner’, and Jane still had not loosened up. Don tried everything – well, everything he knew. But as the nights passed by, with Jane retiring to the bathroom, closing the door, emerging encased in a flannel nightgown, undoubtedly panties underneath, slipping into their king-size and turning her back to Don and her light demonstratively off, Don began to get frustrated. And not a little mad.

What was the point of having a relationship with a woman if you did not have sex? He might as well room with a guy. At least they’d have some fun. Sex was the force that drew men and women together, and kept them together, was it not? The withdrawal of sex by one party was asking for trouble.

Sure, many had been the times previously when Don wanted sex and Jane did not. But she had been tender.

“Not tonight, Don. Just hold me, cuddle me.”

Don really liked Jane. He was a nice guy. She was a very nice girl. He’d done what she’d asked – held her, cuddled her, soothed the wrinkles left behind by her day in the office, stroked her neck, kissed her softly.

She’d sighed.

“You’re such a wonderful guy,” she’d said. “I’m so fortunate.”

Then she’d fallen asleep.

Don had hung in there, confident things would change. Inside Jane was a butterfly. He had just to figure out how to coax it out of its chrysalis. Now, he was not so sure. Not even cuddles. Maybe the chrysalis was all there was?

Since leaving college, Don had dated, if infrequently. Some of his dates had ended with a kiss and a cuddle in the doorway. But not all. Sheena, for example. They’d met one afternoon when she sauntered into his cubicle carrying an armful izmit sınırsız escort of folders. He’d seen her around, but not taken much notice.

“You have nice hands,” she’d said, seductively.

“Er…Thank you,” Don had stammered.

“Would you like to slide one up my skirt?” Sheena said, as though asking if he’d like a coffee.

Don looked up sharply. Was she serious? She was! ‘Come on, get on with it’, her expression said.

“Someone will ..er.. see,” Don stammered.

“No they won’t. I’ll keep my back turned. It’ll just look like we’re chatting.”

Don remembered still how his body had tingled all over as tentative fingers slid up soft inner thigh, met naked pussy lips, which parted soooo readily. ‘I’m pretty wet. You can start with two, first slow, then three, fast and hard.’ It had taken half an hour and his arm was about to fall off when Sheena celebrated her orgasm with a faint ‘Oh!’. Then, ‘That was nice. Come by tonight and I’ll do something nice for you’. She scribbled her address on the scratch pad.

‘Something nice’ turned out to be a full-throated blow job. Don lasted five minutes, the only five of the evening that one part of him or another was not stimulating Sheena’s cunt. She was truly insatiable. Thereafter, she’d stop by his cubicle mid-morning to be finger-fucked, and again mid-afternoon, and she’d pout sulkily if he made an excuse for the evening.

Small wonder that he hadn’t survived the Sunday of the second weekend. They had been at it since Saturday noon. Break for a pizza, a few hours sleep here and there, otherwise raw sex in tooth and claw. Don had woken around Sunday noon to the feel of Sheena’s teeth on his dick, which remained stubbornly limp. It was worn out. And once it became apparent this was a semi-permanent condition, Don was peremptorily thrown out.

Still, Don had learned some things about himself that he previously did not suspect. He could get it up night after night, for many hours at a time: he could survive a vicious fellatio for thirty minutes, and still have enough gas in the tank to fuck for a another half hour before coming: he could come inside her and keep it stiff through a second round, and sometimes even a third. If his dick had eventually gone on strike, it was after a workout the like of which many a porn actor would have been justly proud. He concluded it was not he, it was Sheena. She didn’t need a man, she needed a football team!

‘What the hell do women want?’ he’d often asked himself, realizing only gradually that this was a ridiculous question. Each ‘date’ was different from all her predecessors. Don worked in the IT sector, so he was familiar with the term ‘bandwidth’. He’d just never thought of this in the context of female sexual appetite.

Jane was Don’s first live-in. He’d not shaken off his innate shyness. Jane had made him feel good about himself. She was a truly nice girl, pretty and what a body! This had been very much on view during their courtship. They’d sat on his couch, undressed each other garment by garment until both were naked. Then a long, tender kiss as his hand explored every inch of her, the so soft breasts, long slender neck and back, the silk of her inner thighs, the heavenly warmth when he finally dared to explore the holy of holies. Their sex was the antithesis of the wild, interminable sessions with Sheena. Sensual, gentle and brief. Once Don came, that was that. When she returned from the bathroom, they’d kiss and cuddle for a while, but there would be no resumption of ‘proceedings’, even if Don tried to initiate this.

But Don did not mind. He was in love.

When Jane moved in, the sessions on the couch tapered off. They shared a bed, after all. If Don started something on the couch, Jane would take him by the hand and lead him to the bedroom. Where the light went out too soon. Her peerless torso met his eyes less and less frequently.

Sure, there was lots of touching, feeling, kissing, stroking. But when she was ready, strictly missionary, under the sheets. Don tried to draw it out, but after all the stroking and kissing, five, ten minutes was as long as he could restrain himself.

Jane gave every impression of enjoying their couplings, even though they ended long before she was even close to orgasm. She did not seem to mind. A tissue was at hand, and when she returned from the bathroom, the nightgown was on. A quick last kiss, and she’d snuggle close to him and fall asleep.

At first Don was content with this. Jane was no longer his ‘date’. They had a ‘relationship’. Naturally, the bloom of their initial encounter, of being ‘in love’ wore off. At least he was ‘getting it’ regularly. No longer the torture of ‘dating’ and ‘will she, won’t she’.

But as time went by he had gotten frustrated. Sex as routine? Was this the way it was going to be? When he thought about it, he realized that he had never managed to bring Jane to orgasm. Was there something wrong with her? Or with him?

He’d tried to talk to her about sex, tried also to mix it up. But Jane didn’t like to talk. It embarrassed her, she said. And when he tried to interest her in new things, she gently steered him back into the routine. He yearned to caress her pussy with his tongue and lips, but every time he’d made a move in that direction, two hands grasped his head and returned it to her breasts.

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Guatemala City 1/1990

***

Everything in this story is true, as in it actually happened. Not all at the same time. Probably not in the same exact sequence, or with or to the exact same people. Which likely doesn’t matter because I changed some names, and have forgotten others. That’s a consequence of getting older and not having written it down those many years ago.

Like they say getting older is a bitch, but it sure beats the alternative.

***

All sexual activity in this story occurs between characters who were at least 18 years of age back in January of 1990 when the events described occurred.

***

“I’m the Co-pilot I sit on the right,

I’m quick and courageous and wonderfully bright.

My job is remembering what the Captain forgets,

And I never talk back so I have no regrets…

I ‘m a lousy Co-Pilot and a long way from home…”

Stanza One, Poor Co-Pilot -Oscar Brand (1948)

***

“This is One-Six-Two-Point-Four-Five-Zero,” the recording said, “G-U-A, Guatemala City, Guatemala. The time is Twenty-Three-Thirty-Seven-Zulu,” that’s 6:37pm local, “the barometric pressure is Two-Niner-Point-Nine-Two.” I reached over and flipped the altimeter to 29.92 and was pleased when the hands correctly showed that we were 4950 feet higher than the Caribbean waters that we fly over on our three-or-so-hour flight home. “It is eighteen degrees.” Divide by five multiply by eight add thirty-two, that’s 65 Fahrenheit. We get Royal Navy time, barometer given in inches and the temperature in Celsius, makes sense.

“Aeropuerto La Aurora, Icarus Douglas November-Four-Two-Seven-India-Charley, hold at X-X. You are three for takeoff on Two.” Runway 2, 20″ on the compass rose.

“Lisa…” Mitch said, as the radio crackled.

“Icarus Air, Douglas November-Four-Two-Seven-India-Charley, La Aurora, understand… We are number three for runway Two, behind heavies and holding at intersection X-X.” I said into the mike while adjusting my Dick Clark headset to abate the sound of our four Pratt and Whitney R-2800 eighteen-cylinder ‘Double Wasp’ piston engines. It wasn’t so important right now, but when we got up to the threshold and ran those bad boys up… Well then it would be really important.

We have to wait for those two heavies, meaning really big airplanes, a Lockheed Ten-Eleven and an Airbus Three-hundred before we could taxi up to the threshold and do a final engine check, the run-up. A required and truly prudent first step to lifting our forty-year-old DC-6 filled with snap-peas from good ‘ole terra firma. Departing this airport situated in a lush green valley five thousand feet above the blue waters of the Gulf of Mexico.

Without taking into account the slower climb up to cruising altitude and winds aloft which could either help or hinder our journey it would be a three hour and thirteen-minute flight back to MIA, Miami International Airport. I carefully closed my small black six ring binder containing the GUA airport pages and dropped it down into my black leather Jeppesen case next to my big light green thermos of steaming hot Guatemalan coffee and brown paper bag containing a scrumptious coffee cake from the mission. My children would be asleep when I got home, but I would see them tonight.

Aeropuerto Internactional La Aurora was one of my favorite destinations, unlike many of our other common ports-of-call it was just so real and so diverse. Young caramel-colored military conscripts that appeared to be fourteen or fifteen were everywhere in the terminal and on the ramp. Each one had a different facial expression. In our flight uniforms and obviously being Norte Americanos we were never perceived to be a threat. Some were happy, many were bored and a very few were either boisterous or bossy in their berets, yellow neckerchiefs, polished boots and jungle cammies lugging their huge Spanish CETME rifles.

Something in them activated my ‘mom’ gene. Maybe the fact that they looked for all the world like a group of little Hispanic boys back home in Texas. All dressed up in their daddy’s duck hunting clothes and lugging his huge-to-them Remington semi-automatic shotgun with its long twenty-eight-inch barrel. It made me feel an affinity for them. Or maybe it was the fact that they were to my thirty-year-old brain merely weeks older than the oldest orphans at Eva’s mission that made me want to hug them and give them some of my delicious cake.

Guatemala City was a very interesting place to me, filled with open-air plazas occupied by many small-scale shopkeepers hawking their wares. Craftsmen, potters, weavers, often creating their goods in front of you. Farmers growing peas and escort bayan beans in the mountains. Coffee plantations… Tourists visiting Antigua with its 500-year-old colonial history; street kids begging or selling blankets. There were also big fruit plantations down on the coast, but I had never been there. The coffee and the pastry in the city were absolutely wonderful. Perversely one of the best Italian restaurants that I ever enjoyed was located near the Hilton across Avanida La Reforma from the American Embassy in Zona Nueve.

As a big silver A-300 landed on runway Two-zero in front of us my beloved Punch, sitting in the middle Flight Engineer’s seat, for this flight ran up the four engines one at a time as we sat at the threshold. It was his father’s little Stinson that I earned my private license. Switching the magneto switch while intently watching the green sine wave on his oscilloscope for abnormalities. Finding none and satisfied that all engine gauges, manifold pressure, temperature, cylinder head temperature and the like were ‘in the green’ he tapped me and gave me a thumbs up. I called the tower.

“Aerolinea Icarus lista en Dos-Cero,” I said into the mike. ICAO says that we are all supposed to speak English, but in Centro Americano and the Spanish Islands they appreciate those Norte Americanos who bother to habla.

“Icarus Seven-India-Charley you are cleared for takeoff,” came the accented voice from the tower.

“Gracias, La Aurora, hasta manana,” I said as I turn forty-five degrees and proceed to the southern end of the runway.

“Vuela con Dios, mi amigo,” answered La Aurora.

As we started our takeoff roll, I could barely hear the tower’s response. As I said, the roar of four gigantic radial engines producing eight-thousand horsepower with water-injection at METO, Maximum Engine TakeOff power can be loud.

“Gear up,” I called to Mitchell in the left seat as soon as we are airborne, “flaps.”

“Gear up… And locked… Three green… Flaps up,” Mitch responded as soon as the appropriate instruments indicated their changed status.

I pulled the four throttles back past their lock-out gates from ‘METO’ to ‘FULL’ and used the yoke to push the nose of the airplane down just a bit. I counted off the seconds. Two, three, four, it takes a while for the elevators located ninety feet behind me to disrupt the airflow and move the airplane. Then I reached down to flip the trim wheels a tiny bit to compensate for the decreased torque. We will orbit the beautiful green bowl that Guatemala City resides in a few times to gain altitude. A voice from the tower came in and we were cleared to climb to “Angels-Fifteen,” ten thousand feet above the city, and given the frequency to contact the control center for the flight back home.

Eventually we reach an altitude of 15,000 feet and I level the airplane out and retrim the flight controls. I fine tune all four engine’s power, mixture and propeller pitch re-synchronizing them. Punch stands up and steps away from the flight engineers folding seat. Lillian sits down and taps me on the shoulder to get my attention in order to give me her estimates of time and fuel to Miami. As we finish, she notes that Mitch is asleep in the left seat and starts playing with my nipples, gently one at a time through the fabric of my white uniform shirt. Oh, that feels so nice, it is a shame I have to work.

We don’t need a fourth crew member on this trip. But usually someone wants to come along when we take whatever we have that will fit onboard after our payload and fuel down to the orphanage at the mission near the lake south of the city. On this trip we had bicycles, tricycles, some toys and lots of clothing together with a big box of new sports equipment. Growing up we didn’t have tons of material possessions, but the kids at the orphanage have almost nothing.

I thought of my own relationship with my children, three and five at home in Kendale Lakes with Jamie, their other mother. I wonder if we aren’t spoiling them with unimportant material goods, serving them more than teaching them. It’s such a hard line to walk. Jamie, my love, she dotes on them. It’s really the only argument, the only friendly disagreement that we ever have. I totally understand why she does it. We both wanted more growing up. But while my parents were struggling financially and were away from home working. Hers were around, mostly passed out drunk and disinterested. Jamie just needs for our children to feel wanted and loved.

Flying this ancient twisted- and I mean that literally not figuratively, measurements were regularly taken of the exact amount of twist- aluminum refugee from Douglas’ Santa Monica Factory kocaeli escort bayan over nearly eight hundred nautical miles of open water was the safe part of the journey there. The ride in the minimally maintained and completely overloaded Toyota pickup trucks with their Kamikaze School Washout drivers from La Aurora to Lago de Amatitlan was the harrowing part of the trip. But it was so worth it when we saw the children there wearing our clothes and playing with our toys. Knowing that they won’t have to beg for coins on street corners or sleep in alcoves.

We need Mitch and his wife Mimi, they hold the FAA required type ratings for the DC-6, as does our other four striper, Captain Dale. The ten of us own Icarus, so the seven without type ratings try to fill out the two stripe and three stripe crew positions on each trip and grab as much legal backhaul as we can to maximize our bottom line. Today our backhaul was a full load those wonderful sweet sugar-snap-peas grown in the rich volcanic soil at high elevations above the city. By now George or Kristin is already on the telephone back at either our condo, or his condo in Kendale Lakes lining up buyers for our harvest.

We were and we are what the kids today call polyamorous. Texas granted marriage licenses to George and Kristin and to Punch and Lillian. It will be another ten years before Jamie and I had an official government document officially recognizing our union. It is in Dutch having been granted to us in Willemstad, Curacao. Our children were legal adults before we had a similar document from our home state of Texas, but I am not complaining. Complaining does not help and my girl Eva will be discussing the finer points of scripture with Jesus himself before officialdom recognizes her relationship with Punch and Lillian or the beautiful relationship that the seven of us share.

I wish we could bring commercial quantities of that delicious high-altitude coffee back. That would be very profitable, but the big players in that game have bribed both governments to prevent others from carrying any more than “that for personal use.” Said term being gloriously undefined and subject to the daily arbitrary confiscatory whim of the inspectors at MIA. I imagine that between our trips they sit around, and they drink every bit that they steal from us. In the old days you bought a government appointment and lived off the graft; nowadays you get a salary and pension on top of what you confiscate.

Mitch is still asleep in the left seat as the sun sets behind us as we fly predominantly to the east and just a tad north. Punch, Lillian and I shared the coffee and cake in my chart case, before they went back to renew their monthly membership in the mile-high club. Well technically the two-and-a-half-mile high club. I thought about waking Mitch to share some cake but did not want to be cruel. Mitch is kinda like a father figure to us all. Then together we lacked the will power to just save some of the cake for him. Oh well, you snooze you lose.

I wonder if Mitch sleeps sitting up on the couch or in a comfy chair at home, but I don’t have the guts to ask Mimi. Actually, it’s not guts, it’s that I just could never be that rude or presumptuous, I like them. Mitch was sleeping very soundly while sitting on the sofa in the Aerovias Braniff crew lounge when the three of us returned to La Aurora from the Mission. That’s a good thing, Lillian and I were able to share some abbreviated quiet time together while Punch was dropping off the paperwork at Ops and checking to make sure that the airplane was fueled, loaded and ready to go.

It was Mitchell’s years of flying the Caribbean that made the connections that allow us the use of this beautiful crew lounge in La Aurora’s late forties ‘old terminal’ building. It had a television lounge with three sofas, a proper dining room, a kitchen, two large bathrooms, a room with a washer and dryer as well as several small bunk rooms. Our impromptu make out session was interrupted by Gary an older Aerovias Braniff guy, another Texan. He came in and sat down at the dining room table and began filling out paperwork.

“You ladies want a room?” He said playfully, “I mean together…”

“Nope, we’ll just put it on autopilot and have an orgy on top of the snap-peas when we get to altitude.” I said.

“Shit, that old thing has an auto-pilot,” he said

“Yeah, but it doesn’t work, it used to be a Braniff plane…”

It wasn’t, although Braniff did run DC-6s to Central and South America, before converting to blowers, jets. In fact, there was a real nice framed photo of a Braniff ‘Six’ in better days there in the lounge. All kocaeli escort clean shinny polished aluminum and accented in black and orange, not grimy and painted light grey like ours. Icarus had three, one each from United, American and Delta, and each one was uniquely different and eccentric.

“You know why?” Gary asked.

“Chief mechanic said it was full of dried semen.” Lillian answered smiling.

“Well…” Gary said.

“Cap’n said fuck the autopilot.” I joined with Gary in reciting a very, very old punchline.

Then Lillian gave me a quick kiss just to mess with Gary’s head a little.

It isn’t will power that keeps me from going back into the cabin and joining Lillian and Punch. It’s knowing that Seven-India-Charley’s primitive autopilot doesn’t function well enough for me to step away for the time it takes to do much more than take a leak in the cockpit’s chemical toilet. The same seventy-five-pound toilet the government inspector forbids to be secured to the floor while simultaneously requiring that my four-cup thermos bottle be secured. Mitch was in the Air Force, he says “There’s a right way to do things, a wrong way to do things and then there is the government mandated way to do things.” Ain’t that the truth.

I thought about Winston Churchill’s often quoted quip that democracy is the worst possible form of government except for all of the other kinds. That’s pretty much my feeling on government rules and regulations. We carried three big boxes of Infant formula on the outbound journey because the crap that they sell in Central America is basically just powdered cow’s milk. There are rules but they are only for us peons, the big boys bribe their way around them.

I nudged Mitch gently on the arm as we were handed off to Miami Approach Control for our approach and landing in South Florida. It was his turn to land, but he let me. That was cool, I could use the practice, he’s done it a lot, he’s the only person on this airplane to have had a pilot’s license before this plane was built. Miami has a diagonal and three basically parallel runways Two-Seven to the south by the lakes Juan Trippe’s old Pan American-Grace Sikorksy Clipper flying boats used. On the north side of the airport side by side sat Two-Six-Left nearer the passenger terminal and Two-Six-Right closer to 36th Street and our leased space. We were cleared for Two-Six-Right.

Soon I would be home, looking at my sleeping children in their beds. At home taking a hot shower. If I was lucky and it wasn’t too late, and the day had not been too crazy in my absence. If I was lucky my lover, my girl, the first human being that I was ever intimate with those dozen or so years ago. She, Jamie would be climbing into the shower with me, kissing me deeply tongues touching tongues. Jamie her hands wet and soapy exploring my body as mine explore hers. My mouth tasting and savoring my love, her mouth, her neck, her shoulders, her breasts that nourished our first child together.

Her mouth on mine, kissing my tummy, my sides, my chest, the two breasts that fed our second child together. Us drying one another sensuously as we step from the shower. Big soft terry cloth and a lover’s embrace. Soft dabs of towel on sensitized skin, gentle bites on buttocks. My lifting her onto the clear space beside the sink on the vanity. Kissing her hips and her sides, kissing her thighs and her knees. Gently placing my fingertips in the four small golden rings in her greasy outer lips and licking her wonderous lubricant from them. Separating her outer lips and nibbling on her petite inners. Pushing a finger, then two in her sweet silky moistened vagina while licking at her bud hiding…

Oops, not hiding anymore in the warm wet folds at the juncture of her labia. Kissing her, fingering her, slowly at first and then increasingly faster while licking her expanding bud. Sucking on her clitoris as it stands proud from her sex. Feeling the ring muscles inside her vaginal opening strongly grip the three fingers that I am rhythmically fucking her with until she reaches a tipping point. Spasming, gripping my four fingers and ejecting additional lubricant from her excited Skenes gland.

Her taking my hand and walking me to the big comfortable bed with the soft sheets and light blankets that we share blissful sleep and oh, so much love in. Pushing me back onto the mattress. Kissing my ankles and my calves, my knees and my thighs coming to the apex of my thighs. Kissing my hips and my mound my belly and my breasts. Returning to my mound. Nibbling on my labia pulling them out with her mouth aided by the four little barbell studs. Separating my outer lips awash with their fragrant juices and nibbling on the smaller much thinner ones behind. Her tongue traveling the length of my three valleys, flitting across the top of center of pleasurable feeling as it grows to proportions that cause it to come out and play.

A girl can hope.

***

Lisa Ann

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Life is a strange thing. Just when you think you’ve got it figured out, it throws you a curveball.

My wife, Kara, is an extremely beautiful girl with long blonde hair and a toned tan body. She also happens to be extremely modest in the bedroom. Whenever we try something new I’m always the one making the suggestion.

Through the years I’ve learned that the best times to approach her with a new idea is after I’ve already gotten her in a nice horny mood. Slowly Kara has warmed up to trying new positions, toys, and has recently been able to relax so much that she squirted (ejaculated) for the first time. I have to say I’m very proud of how far she has come (sorry about the pun).

There is one fantasy though that I have never been able to persuade my wife into doing … having a threesome. I would shyly bring it up while we shared our fantasies in bed, but the answer would always be a resounding “no.” It had gotten to the point that I had pretty much given up on the idea. All of that changed though when Kara returned from a bachelorette party last week.

Kara’s friend Jen is getting married in about a month, so a group of her best friends decided to throw her a bachelorette party at a beach house in Montauk. They spent the weekend drinking, dancing, and having a grand ole time. Kara was pretty vague about the details of the weekend (which was to be expected) and I tried my best not pry when she got home. All in all it seemed pretty harmless.

There was however one story that Kara did share that began very innocently, but proved to be quite interesting. On Saturday night after the girls returned from a night of partying, Kara and a few of the other girls decided to stay up and play the drinking game “I Never.” The rules of this game are quite simple: One person begins by making a statement: “I’ve never …”. This statement can be something that they have done or that they haven’t done. If you can honestly agree with this statement you don’t drink, but if this statement is something that you have done then you have to drink. For example, someone might start this game by saying, “I’ve never had sex in a public place.” Anyone who has had sex in a public place must then take a drink. As you can imagine the conversations heat up from there and the more you play the more honest people become.

Lucky for me, this game was very informative for Kara and served to arouse her curiosity.

According to her as the game went on the conversation ranged from different positions they had done to whether they enjoyed anal sex or not, to the various sex toys they had used. When it came to Kara’s turn she had had a good enough buzz going that she stated, “I never squirted.” Then she proceeded to raise her beer and take a good long swig.

Her statement must have caught the girls by surprise because each of them possessed a jaw-dropped stunned look.

I myself was quite surprised that Kara had shared this information with her friends. She must have noticed this because she said, “I’m sorry honey. I was really drunk.” I quickly reassured her that it was okay with me, after all I’m sort of proud of this accomplishment. Kara continued with her story replaying the scene for me. The girls of course were full of questions.

“How?” “Did it hurt?” “What did it feel like?” “How much came out?”

Kara told them all about the first time it happened; how long it had taken, the technique we used, and how she had to relax her entire body. The girls were still somewhat dazed by this information.

The game seemed to stall there for a few minutes until Kara’s friend Michelle raised her voice and her eyebrows and said, “I’ve never had a threesome.” Then she slowly raised her glass of wine and took a sip. Her other friend Tammie also took a drink from her glass.

“Really!” Kara yelled.

“Yes. Really,” they both replied in unison.

“Wait. Not together?” Kara asked.

“Yes,” said Michelle as Tammie nodded her head too.

“No! Who was the third person?” asked Kara in complete astonishment.

“My ex-boyfriend Chad,” said Tammie. “And to be quite honest, I would never do it again. It probably ruined our relationship.”

“That relationship was doomed to begin with,” Michelle chimed in.

“Wow,” said Kara. “Michelle, would you do it again?” Kara asked.

“Well …” Michelle paused. “I never say never.”

I suddenly became even more interested in Kara’s story. “This is amazing,” I said.

I couldn’t believe two of Kara’s best friends had had a threesome. Tammie being one of them really surprised me. She was the quiet type, but she was also someone who followed the crowd and could be talked into doing things.

Michelle, on the other hand didn’t surprise me at all. Michelle was a thin brunette with a bit of a wild child in her. You probably wouldn’t notice it at first; she’s very natural looking, but striking at the same time; with long brown hair and blue-green eyes. I have little doubt the idea of a threesome came from either Tammie’s ex-boyfriend or Michelle.

Kara beyoğlu escort now had my complete attention. “So what happened next?” I asked.

“Wow! Aren’t you interested?” Kara said.

Their game continued, but nothing else that was said had the same type of impact on the group. Little by little the girls drifted off to their respective bedrooms and couches until all that remained were Kara and Michelle.

Michelle looked at Kara and said, “Okay, we can’t go to bed until this bottle of wine gets finished. And you have to tell me more about this squirting thing.”

“Okay,” Kara agreed, “but only if you tell me more about this threesome thing!”

They walked into the kitchen to grab Kara a glass. Sitting there at the kitchen table Kara did her best to explain what squirting felt like.

“Imagine total release. Have you ever seen the look on a guy’s face after sex?” Kara asked.

“Yes. Total satisfaction. They’re usually exhausted and lifeless,” said Michelle.

“Exactly. Well that’s how I feel after ejaculating. Before I did this, sex with John was always good, but I never felt entirely fulfilled. At least not like he did,” Kara explained. “But now I can’t have sex without it. I need him to make me cum every time.”

“And do you? Every time?” asked Michelle.

“Not every time, but almost every time,” said Kara.

“Wow, you’ve got me so interested now. I’ve got to go home and try this with the first guy I meet,” Michelle said smiling.

“So now what about this threesome?” Kara asked.

“Oh it was nothing,” said Michelle.

“Bullshit!” yelled Kara.

“Okay, okay. I’ll tell you. I’ve always been interested in being in a threesome. I thought it would be a different experience for me. You know, something new,” Michelle explained.

“So one night Tammie and I were talking and she brought up how her boyfriend Chad had asked her if she would be interested in having a threesome with one of the girls he knew from work. Tammie told me how she could never do something like that, at least not with a total stranger. That’s when I told her how I’ve always been curious about having a threesome, but wasn’t sure if I could ever go through with it,” said Michelle.

“And that was it?” asked Kara.

“Yea, pretty much,” said Michelle. “We arranged to get together for drinks at Tammie’s apartment and little by little one thing led to another.”

“Hmm,” Kara smiled.

“Hmm, what?” asked Michelle.

“I don’t know. My husband has always asked me if I would be interested in having a threesome, but it never really interested me. I didn’t want to share him with another woman, so I was never really curious about it,” Kara paused. “Until now.”

“Well, I’m glad I could broaden your horizons,” said Michelle smiling. “Now we both have something new to try.”

You could imagine how stunned I was as Kara told me this story. I had brought the idea of a threesome up to my wife hundreds of times before, but never had I even noticed an inkling of interest from her. Then she goes off to a bachelorette party of all things and comes back sexually liberated? Talk about a curveball.

“Honey are you okay?” asked Kara.

“Yea, I’m just … trying to take this all in,” I replied.

“Well, this is the good part,” Kara explained. “Since Michelle and I both have a new curiosity we were wondering if we could help each other out.”

My jaw dropped even further to the ground.

“Michelle said that she could help us out if we wanted her to, but only if we helped her learn how to … you know,” Kara said shyly “squirt.”

I could not have envisioned a better arrangement. I pretended to think about it for a second or two, not wanting to seem too eager and then calmly said, “That sounds okay to me.”

Michelle was one of the few of Kara’s friends that I could see myself with. She had a great body, tall and thin, dark brown hair, a really pretty face with freckles sprinkled around her nose and cheeks, and a personality that was actually enjoyable to be around.

“How do we go about arranging this though?” I asked.

“Well we thought of that too,” said Kara. “I figured we would follow the same recipe that worked for Michelle last time.”

“Drinks at Tammie’s?” I asked jokingly.

“No! A couple of bottles of wine right here at our house,” Kara said.

“Sounds like a plan. When is this little ménage à trios going to happen?” I asked.

“Next Saturday,” Kara answered. “I figured that would give us a week to think about it.”

“Think about it!” I thought to myself. The only thing to think about was what type of wine goes best in such a situation. “That’s a good idea honey,” I replied.

I spent the next week trying to assuage any doubts and fears Kara might have had. I pampered her beyond belief and never stopped showing her how much I loved her.

The week went by quicker than I had expected. Before we knew it Saturday was upon us. Michelle was due to arrive at our house at about 9:00 PM.

At sarıyer escort around three o’clock I went out to I pick up a few bottles of Chardonnay, Kara’s favorite wine, and a dozen red roses. When I came home an hour later I found Kara sitting at the kitchen table working on an old crossword puzzle. I placed the roses on the table.

“Honey, these are for you,” I said. “Because no matter what happens tonight I want you to know that I love you above all things, and I will always feel this way.” “John you are so great, but you really didn’t have to,” said Kara as she got up to kiss me. “I’m not worried about tonight, actually I’m sort of excited.”

She grabbed hold of my hand and walked me into the living room. It was filled with candles, all waiting to be lit.

“Wow! You’re really setting the mood aren’t you?” I said.

“That’s not all,” she said as she led me to the bedroom. As she opened the door I could see more candles placed throughout the room.

“You are amazing honey! I think I could take lessons from you,” I said smiling.

“Well I just thought it would make it easier for everyone to get in the mood,” said Kara as she blushed. “Well it definitely got me in the mood,” I said as I pulled Kara close to me, her waist touching my shorts as they strained against my now hard dick. “Oh honey!” Kara said. “You’ll need to save ‘him’ for later. I don’t want to tire him out.” “Believe me Kara he will be ready for later. Besides I’ll probably last longer if we do something with ‘him’ now,” I said. “Well,” Kara said as she placed her hand on my shorts and cupped my package, “what do you want me to do with ‘him.'” “Whatever you’re up for,” I replied as Kara unzipped my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles.

Kara didn’t say another word. She slowly sank down to her knees and gently grabbed hold of my dick. She touched its tip with her finger and seductively licked my pre-cum off it.

I could feel her breath on my balls as she kissed up and down my shaft, sending shivers through my body. Then she teasingly licked my dick from base to tip before wrapping her mouth around it. I was barely able to stand. She slowly moved her lips further down until she had taken every inch of me into her gorgeous mouth. Her lips wrapped around my base for a few seconds as my hands fell gently on her hair. Then she slowly began to bob her head up and down my shaft, my hands guiding her movements.

Her head moved faster and faster as her tongue beautifully massaged my dick inside her mouth.

“Oh Kara!” I yelled trying to hold myself back. This only caused her to work harder on my cock.

Up and down her lips glided over my dick, pausing slightly at the tip each time. Then finally as I began to reach my climax, she shortened her strokes and worked her lips and tongue over my mushroom tip. This was all I could take. My dick exploded with cum and Kara swallowed down every drip.

“Oh Kara!” I grunted as my cock emptied into her mouth.

She slowly got up, as I fell backward onto the bed. “Look at you. Are you sure you’re going to be all right for tonight?” she said laughing. “We have to rejuvenate you somehow.”

“Power-nap,” I mumbled, “and maybe a cappuccino.”

“Okay, you lie here for a bit and I’ll wake you up when I get out of the shower,” Kara said.

The power-nap was all I needed. We both washed up and then grabbed a quick bite to eat. After dinner Kara said, “I’m going to get changed into something a little nicer. Michelle should be here soon.”

I put on the television and hoped to catch the end of the Yankees game. Kara returned from the bedroom looking stunning. She was wearing a pair of white pants that hugged her ass so nicely and a pink backless shirt.

“Wow!” I said.

“Easy there big guy. I don’t want to get you started all over again,” Kara said.

“You’re right honey,” I replied and I sat down to watch the game, hoping that would relieve my momentary arousal.

At about ten after nine the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Michelle looking as sexy as ever, her little yellow sundress complimenting her golden summer tan. She ran her fingers to comb her long dark hair out of her face and handed me a bottle of wine. “Hi John,” she said as we greeted each other with a friendly kiss on the cheek.

“How are you Michelle?” I said holding the door open for her.

I could hear my wife calling from the living room, “It’s about time Michelle. Come on in.”

I watched Michelle walk through the kitchen to our living room, still not fully believing that she had come over for more than just drinks. My wife quickly gulped down the remains of some wine she had in her glass, and opened her arms to greet Michelle. They gave each other an innocent hug and kiss, but for me it was more than that – it was a foreshadowing of things to come. My mind raced, picturing their tanned bodies together in that embrace.

As I opened the bottle of wine Michelle had handed me I could hear Kara pouring three new glasses of wine in the other maslak escort room. It was obvious to me that my wife wanted the wine to work quickly on any inhibitions she might have. Lucky for me my wife is a bit of a lightweight when it comes to drinking. Michelle took a seat next to Kara on the couch and I placed the new bottle on the coffee table and sat on the opposite side of my wife.

“So, I don’t know about you Michelle, but it took me a full two days to recover from Jen’s bachelorette party,” Kara said as she placed a friendly hand on Michelle’s knee.

Michelle laughed, “That’s because you don’t get out enough anymore. Are you two becoming that boring married couple already?”

“Hey! Don’t place me in that category,” I said. “Kara’s never been one to recover quickly from a good night out. Besides we’ve found that sometimes a ‘good night in’ is better than a good night out.” I raised my eyebrows and smiled at Kara.

“Yes, that is definitely true,” said Kara as she turned and kissed me on the mouth, teasingly slipping her tongue through her lips for a quick moment.

As she turned back I could see that Michelle had placed her hand on Kara’s knee. “I’ve heard about that,” Michelle said smiling. Little by little we danced around the task at hand. Flirting back and forth with each other. Feeling more and more comfortable as we emptied our glasses of wine.

“So what usually happens during these famous ‘nights in’ that you two have?” asked Michelle with a sly smile.

“Well that depends, do you want the G-rated version or the X-rated version? In the G-rated version we usually rent a movie and Kara falls asleep midway through it,” I said. “The other version is quite different.”

Kara elbowed me in the ribs.

“Oh I know all about those G-rated nights, tell me about the naughty ones,” Michelle said as she moved her hand further up Kara’s leg.

Kara looked at me. Her cheeks we getting pink, but I couldn’t tell if that was from the wine or from blushing.

I got up off the couch and turned on the CD player, “Well on those nights I usually put on some Motown.” I returned to the couch and placed my hand softly on Kara’s other leg. I continued, “Then I begin by kissing her right about here,” my lips barely touching the skin on Kara’s neck just below her jaw line. I could feel my wife’s body shudder slightly.

“Sort of like this,” Michelle asked as she leaned in to kiss the other side of Kara’s neck. I heard a soft sigh escape Kara’s mouth as my eyes turned upward to see Michelle mirroring my actions on the other side of my wife’s body. The sight of another woman kissing Kara’s neck had an immediate impact on my body. My cock strained against my pants, longing to be freed.

“Then I might run my hand up her leg,” I said softly not wanting to ruin the mood. Michelle followed my lead as both of our hands slowly ran up Kara’s pants delicately meeting at her crotch.

Not wanting to sound like a directions manual I stopped my commentary and Michelle and I continued our little game of follow the leader. With our hands together we gently applied pressure on Kara crotch, we could already feel her getting moist through her pants.

“Oohh,” she moaned as my lips and tongue met her jaw, my teeth gently biting the angle of her jaw. Michelle’s hand had now moved up from my wife’s crotch and had begun to unzipper Kara’s pants.

Kara moaned and turned her head toward me. She seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then placed her hand on my face and deeply kissed me. She was allowing herself to be taken away by the moment.

Michelle had opened Kara’s pants to reveal her clean-shaven pussy. Kara opened her legs wider, unconsciously succumbing to her desire. With my mouth still kissing Kara’s neck, I watched as Michelle’s hand slipped down my wife’s glistening pussy.

“Oh God,” Kara sighed, her body almost sliding off the couch.

Michelle looked up at me and then at the door to the bedroom, without a word I understood what she wanted. I placed an arm around Kara’s waist and stood up, raising her off the couch.

“But …” Kara protested, obviously not wanting to leave her current state of near ecstasy.

“It’s okay honey, we’ll be more comfortable in there,” Michelle replied.

I held Kara’s hand and led the three of us into the bedroom. The bed was strewn with rose petals as I walked her to the foot of the bed. Kara pulled one of the spaghetti straps on her blouse and it fell to the floor. I laid her down on the bed and pulled off her pants.

Michelle had already undressed, dropping her dress on the floor below her. Her naked body was now before me for the first time. Her tan lines creating a flesh colored bikini around her small perky breasts and neatly shaven pussy.

She walked around to the head of the bed and laid down, her face now even with Kara’s, her feet at the top of the bed. I quickly undressed, finally freeing my hard-on from its restraints. I positioned myself on the other side of my wife.

I moved closer, my lips touching the side of Kara’s breast as my hand gently touched her face. Michelle’s hand slowly moved down Kara’s tan flat stomach. Then Kara raised her head and whispered, “John, could it just be Michelle for a moment?”

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I remember getting the text from my best friend while I was taking my last break at Macy’s. My best friend told me she was throwing a small party for her boyfriend’s 23rd birthday, and they wanted me to be there. The party was the following night. I was hesitant to go because I had to work for the next 3 days straight. I didn’t respond at the moment.

That night, I decided to respond and tell her I couldn’t go. I knew what her parties were like; I would be drunk or high, or both at like 2AM and not be home until sunrise. She told me I should come by, even if it was only for an hour or two. I said maybe.

When I was at work the day of the party, there were hardly any customers, and I was working with one of my favorite coworkers, Daniel. He’s a nice, cute, Latino guy. He was such a flirt, and we did once mess around, months prior, but we were just friends. I told him about the party, and he was advising me to go.

I proceed to ask him, “Will you go with me? I’ll be the designated driver.”

Daniel responded, “Yeah, let’s do it, but you gotta dance with me, white boy.”

He flashed his cute smile at me. I had never been much of a dancer, but I agreed and we decided to go at 10PM.

As I was driving there, it occurred to me that I was about to see a lot of people from high school, probably. My best friend’s boyfriend had kept in touch with his high school group, and they frequently saw each other.

When Daniel and I arrived, I saw that there were quite a few people that were from our high school, but others were not. It was about 30 people in total. I walked over and hugged my best friend and her boyfriend, and gave them a bottle of Buchanan’s. I addressed the group sitting in front of them as a whole as I waved hello. I introduced Daniel, and then we went to get some food. I went to grab a beer, and as I reached into the cooler, someone stood behind me. When I looked up, it was my former middle/high school bully.

–

I had always been bullied in middle and high school. I was the fat gay kid at school from as early as 3rd grade. I had one particular straight boy bully me freshman and sophomore year, his name was Diego. But, after he got a girlfriend, I guess he no longer had time to bully me. That was also the same year I met Jessica, my best friend, and joined her friend group. So, I hadn’t really spoken to Diego since that year.

–

“Oh sorry, am I in your way? Do you want a specific beer? I can get it for you,” I said.

“Uh yeah, get me a Dos Equis, would you?” He said.

I handed him the beer and was about to walk away when he said, “Hey, Eric, I know it’s been a couple years, but do you remember me?”

I was unsure what to say. My inner gay pride wanted to slap him and cuss him out, but I figured that we were both adults now, and I should just take the high road.

“Yeah, Diego, I do remember you. Nice to see you.” I said.

“Hey man, I know it was years ago, but sorry for being an asshole to you,” he responded.

“There’s no point in holding grudges. Don’t worry about it,” I said.

I smiled and walked away.

—

Later in the night, after some beer pong and shots, I was sitting down at a table when dancing broke out. Daniel was already pretty buzzed, and he walked over to me and reminded me that I owed him a dance. I resigned to the fact that I had to dance, despite feeling a bit embarrassed due to my lack of rhythm. We started dancing and soon Daniel started to grab beyoğlu escort my waist and grind on me a bit. I wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable because of him, I was more uncomfortable because of everyone else being around. I playfully got some distance, and a girl who we had met that night started dancing with us, and she eventually ended up grinding on Daniel. I took this as a chance to walk away and go pee.

When I came out of the bathroom, I sat at my table and I noticed Daniel and the aforementioned girl were kissing in a corner. It always amazed me how charming he was and how easily he could bag a guy or a girl. I was looking in their direction when Jessica walked over and asked if I was having fun. I said yes, and we talked before she had to go back and escort out some people who were leaving. I was playing a game on my phone, and noticed it was almost 1AM now. I was trying to figure out how to go and tell Daniel we had to leave without seeming like a complete asshole for interrupting his make-out session when someone sat right next to me and said….

“Hey, looks like your boyfriend abandoned you,” said Diego.

“He’s not my boyfriend, and he’s over there making out with a girl, he plays both teams, and I’m simply his ride,” I responded.

“So, no boyfriend?” Diego asked.

“No, not at the moment. How about you, no girlfriend? Is that why you’re here at my table, ready to bully me out of boredom, for old time’s sake?” I said with a smirk.

“Wow, I was such an asshole back then, wasn’t I?” He asked.

“Yes, and I’m sure I let you know many times. And you still might be, I don’t know you like that,” I said.

I realized at this moment just how cute he was. He had mysterious dark brown eyes, he was slender, but muscular, and had a nice stubble, slightly wavy hair and nice eyebrows and perfect tan brown skin. He was just wearing a blue plaid flannel and jeans, but he still looked pretty impeccable. He was not very tall, about 5’8, but he was still quite handsome.

He laughed and said, “No, I don’t think so, I was actually here to offer you a ride home. I thought your friend brought you. And for the record, I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Noted. I guess some people do change. I’m glad there’s some hope for the world,” I said.

“You are as clever as ever,” He said.

This caught me off guard for some reason. I didn’t realize it until now, but I was kind of flirting with him.

“And THAT is how you treat smart people, you acknowledge their cleverness, not by bullying them. Jealousy is just not an excuse for lashing out, Diego,” I said mockingly.

He chuckled and looked me right in the eye when he said, “the only person I’m jealous of is your little friend over there for getting to dance with you like that.”

I felt chills when he said that.

“I was never jealous of you; but, I want to make it up to you, all those times I messed with you. I know you like Mexican guys, how about some Mexican dick, in my car? I’ve been wanting some of that ass all night.”

All of a sudden, I started to feel hot. I had never really looked at him that way until now, but now I wanted him.

“How do you know I like Mexican guys?” I responded, trying to seem calm.

“I know you hooked up with a homie of mine about a year ago, and he told me you’d cry out calling him your Papi as you were getting fucked. He also told me you give good head,” he whispered in my ear.

I couldn’t help it, I was completely sarıyer escort turned on, and right when I was going to give him another smart remark, Daniel walked over. He told me he was going to get a ride from the girl he was making out with earlier, and to get home safe. I hugged him goodbye, told him to use a condom and winked at him. He said goodbye to Diego, and Diego just nodded and stared at him. Daniel gave me a puzzled look before he was dragged away by the girl who’s name I still never figured out.

Jessica walked over as well, and said that I was welcome to stay over if I felt like I couldn’t drive, and offered the same to Diego. I told her I was leaving since I was just waiting for Daniel to leave anyway. She offered to walk me to my car which was parked like 2 blocks away. Diego then interrupted and told her he was also leaving, and that he could walk with me since his car was also far away. I told her I’d text her when I got home, we hugged, and I proceeded to exit with Diego.

After we walked out of the gate, Diego said, “My offer still stands.”

I said, “I know you’re just joking or drunk. Either way, it’s not funny,” even though I knew he wasn’t drunk because he didn’t even smell like alcohol when he got close to me.

He grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch.

“Does this still seem like a joke to you?” he asked.

I was speechless.

“I want to fuck your face right now,” he growled.

I just decided to let it go and kissed him. His taste was intoxicating. His lips were so soft. He thrust his tongue into my mouth, and I sucked on it while he grabbed me by my waist with one hand, and fumbled for his keys with the other. We made it to his car, a Chevy Tahoe. There was plenty of room for us. He’s about 5’8, and I about 5’10; we’re not necessarily giants.

When we got in the backseat, he unzipped his jeans, and as I pulled his boxers down, out came a beautiful thick brown uncut dick. He is about 9 inches long and at least 5 inches thick. It was the biggest dick I’d ever had. It was hard to believe a 5’8, 140-pound man could have such a huge dick. He looked at me and gave me a mischievous look as I placed it in my hand.

“All yours, Eric,” he said.

I looked up at and kissed him again. After a long kiss, he guided my head down to his dick. There was some precum already oozing at the tip. I kissed it and started to lick it from tip to base. I made sure it was nice and slippery for me. I could feel his anticipation through the hand on my head. I then placed it in my mouth and slowly bobbed up and down about halfway each time. It was a challenge. He groaned and started to thrust his hips forward. I got into the rhythm and eventually I was taking in about 7 inches each time I went down. It tasted so good, I didn’t even want to come up and breathe.

Then, after about 3 minutes, I felt him pull my hair and pull my head off of his dick. There was some drool coming out of my mouth still connected to his dick. He held my head at eye level.

“Fuck, you’re so good at it. Those pretty pink lips of yours are meant for my dick,” he said, as he caressed my lips with his fingers.

He then proceeded to kiss me aggressively. I could feel his tongue just thrusting into my mouth, and I was stroking his dick during this time. He eventually broke the kiss. He looked at me again.

“Now get down there and go all the way down,” he ordered.

I proceeded back down and took the whole thing in my mouth in maslak escort my first attempt. I began to gag a bit, but he held me down for a good 10-15 seconds as he pumped into my mouth as deep as he could. He did this a few times before letting me finally suck on his balls. They were firm, big, and the sack was high and tight. He began to finger my ass while I did this.

“Oh, yes Papi! please don’t stop,” I pleaded in between sucking his balls.

“That’s a tight little hole, I can’t want to get in there,” he said as he continued to finger me.

I went back to sucking his dick, and I was so into it that I had one arm wrapped around his leg, basically pulling him into my mouth. His thrusting wasn’t slowing down, and my mouth was in heaven. Then, I felt a really hard slap on my ass.

“Get over here, that ass is mine,” he said.

He grabbed me and pulled my ass towards his hips, beneath his weight. he started to insert the tip of his dick, and I started to whimper as he slowly went in deeper and deeper. When he was finally all the way in, I almost felt tired. He started to thrust slowly; I was underneath his body at this point. He started to kiss my chest and I ran my hands his hair as he slowly began to fuck me. I was both in pain and in complete ecstasy.

“Yes Papi, give me that big dick!” I said, losing my breath.

“Fuck you are tight, it feels so good!” he moaned.

As he started to get rougher, I could feel my body somehow relax, and his face was burrowed in my neck biting me slightly. I whimpered and was consumed by the smell of his sweat, so much so that I could almost taste it. I started to sink my fingers into his back, and it only made him go wilder. He was fucking me really hard! There was something, possibly a seat belt buckle, digging into my back, but it didn’t matter. feeling him inside me was all I wanted in this moment. I wasn’t even touching my own dick, and I felt myself getting close finishing.

“Papi, I’m gonna come! Please slow down,” I pleaded.

He kept pumping into me, and he grabbed my dick and stroked it. Within just over a minute, I came on my stomach and partially on his. It didn’t even phase him, he continued, and once again burrowed his face into my neck.

“So, you admit you like Mexicans now, white boy?” he asked in between breaths.

“Yes Papi! I do, I love Mexican dick!” I whined.

“I always knew you were a slut for brown dicks. I’m close now, I wanna come in your mouth, I wanna see you gag again,” he grunted in my ear.

He pulled out and sat back up, he was in my mouth again within seconds. I could feel his body tightening. I kept going up and down the shaft, and at this point it just became very easy to me. He started to groan more, and then suddenly he pushed my head down all the way.

“Fuuuuuckkkk!” He groaned.

I felt his cum hit the back of my throat, it was thick, warm, and almost sweet. I swallowed most of it instantly, and gagged on the remainder. I kept sucking it until I felt his whole body relax. I came up for air, and locked eyes with him again. There was a little bit of cum on my lips. He reached for it with his finger and put it back in my mouth. I swallowed it. He then proceeded to kiss me again.

After he broke the kiss, he said, “I always knew white boys gave good head, but that was the best head I’ve ever gotten. I should’ve made my move in high school and fucked that mouth everyday after school.”

I smiled and I said, “I’m glad you finally came around to it. And…there’s no reason we can’t do it again.”

He kissed me again and when he broke the kiss one last time, and he said, “Give me your number, I have a lot of making up to do with you.”

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I was driving home from work thinking about how bad my wife’s and I sex life had become in the last two months. I had done everything I could to please her but nothing worked. When I made love to her she would just go through the motions. I knew that she was faking everything. I love her very much and was afraid that she was seeing some one else.

When I got home, I tried seducing her at the door. It was just the same as always. I tried to be nice and ask her again what was wrong and she said that everything is fine. I got mad and started to scream at her.

“Everything is not fine. You’re acting like a cold fish around me. I have tried for two months to be understanding. I just don’t know what to do any more. The only thing I can think of is that your in love with some one else.” I said as I started to leave.

“Please don’t go. I will tell you everything. Please come back and sit down” She said with tears in her eyes.

I sat down beside her and waited for her to tell me what was wrong. Inside of me was being torn apart. I wanted to know but I was also afraid of what she was going to tell me.

“Paul you know I love you more then life it self.” She said. Oh no here it comes I thought.

“There is some one else But it is not what you are think. I have always been faithful to you. No one other than you has touched me. But I have to tell you the truth. I have had orgasms with you but you never gave me those orgasms.” She said with more tears running down her cheeks.

“I don’t understand. Were you thinking of some one else when you were have an orgasm. There’s nothing wrong with that, I some times think about Meg Ryan when we make love.”

“No that’s no it at all. When we made love the man that made me come is my sister’s husband. By the look on your face you still do not understand and you are getting madder. Please just sit back and let me tell you everything and then you can say what you want.”

“Ok” I said.

“As you know my sister Kathy and I are twins and you may find that this is hard to believe but I feel everything that she feels and vice versa. We found this out at a very young age. When either of us fell the other one would feel the pain and start to cry. It was hard to get use to, Because if I fell hard I would feel a tingle but she would scream in pain. As we got older if one of us hurt ourselves the other would do something to get even. Like if I bumped into a chair and she would feel the pain. She would stub her toe on something and I would feel the pain. I could not have a fight with her because it would be like punching myself. Well when we got into our late teens and started dating. beyoğlu escort We found that we had no idea the problems that this would have on us. We had no desire for sex.

“If I took my Hand and touched myself I felt nothing. My sister may get a tinkle But since I felt nothing I would never continue. So boy were never much on our minds But we were pressured into dating by our parents and other kids. To fit in we had to have boys friends. So Kathy and I had boy friends and went out on double dates. Well One Friday night I was grounded for talking back to my mom and Kathy had to go out with her boyfriend alone. I was sitting watching tv with mom and dad and all of a sudden I felt strange, it was like someone was running their hand up under my blouse. I could feel a hand rubbing across my stomach. It was moving up and the hand squeezed my breast. I had to look down to see who was doing this to me but there was nothing touching me. I felt lips kissing my neck and then it felt like my blouse Was being open and then my bra was opened and I felt naked. I put my hands up around my breast and felt that my bra was still fastened. I thought I was going nuts. I jumped a little when I felt the hands back on my breast. I thought that this was impossible. I could feel hands on my skin through my bra. I could feel the lips kissing there way down to my tits. Then it stopped and I thought it was over but then I felt my nipple being sucked on. I felt lips, tongue and teeth. My breathing was getting faster and I jumped again in my seat. Mom looked over at me and asked if anything was wrong. I had to get out of there. I jumped up and said that I didn’t feel well and ran to my room. All the way down that hallway I could feel my nipples being sucked. Just as I got to my door I felt a hand moving up my leg. I ran and jumped on my bed. I was so scared. I had tears in my eyes. The hand on my leg was getting close to my panties. I put my hand over my crotch to try and stop it but it didn’t help. The hand rubbed my pussy through my pants. Then the hand was going under my panties and I felt fingers probing me. I started to cry and slapping my crotch to try and stop the hand that was touching me. It did stop. I was laying on my bed trying to figure out if I was going crazy and I started to feel something different. It was Like there was some thing hot in my hand and it was throbbing. It would not go a way. After about 5 minutes my hand started to cramp up on me. It hurt like hell. It finally stopped after a couple of minutes. My sister got home about an hour later and told me that her boyfriend had taken her parking. He had kissed her and started to undress her. Played with her tits sarıyer escort and sucked on them. I told her that I had felt all of it and it scared the hell out of me. I told her that I was almost punching my crotch to get it to stop. She looked at me and said that it had hurt alot and that she had to make her date stop and he got mad and said that if she did not want to have to walk home then she better do something about the hard on she had given him. So she jerked him off. She was looking at me and I could see she was mad. She then lifted the front of her skirt and put her hand into her panties and rubbed her pussy and she said ” What? You don’t like the feeling when I am being touched here. It does nothing for me.” I could feel her fingers on her clit My clit was starting to throb. I said ” Two can play this game.” I stuck my hand into my panties and played with mine. ” How do you like it” I said. She just moaned and rubbed her clit harder. I did the same and the next thing we knew we were having our first orgasm. We both laughed and tried to talk about what had happened. We didn’t know then, that if we were going to have a sex life at all, we were going to have to do it together. We would play jokes on each other. We would all be having dinner and I would go to the bath room and leave Kathy with my parents. In the bathroom I would play with my clit for a couple of minutes and then come out to see Kathy squirming in her seat and giving me the evil eye. She got even at school. I was giving a speech to our class and she played with her self under the desk. I almost never finished the speech. That is why I said that you really have never given me an orgasm. It was always Kathy’s husband And you were giving Kathy her orgasms. Now as you know Kathy’s husband left her two months ago. He got fed up with their sex life. It is hard to have sex at the same time. Sometimes I feel her husband playing with her in the afternoon and you’re at work. I have to play with my self so Kathy can get in to it. I can not do it if I am shopping or at a movie with you or out to dinner. So timing is everything. Even with us. Kathy moved to our moms place which is 50 miles away. See She feels you touching me and could not take it any more. The farther away she is the less she feels. I Told her she had to stay or I may lose my marriage too. I love you so must Paul but I will understand if you want to leave me”

“Wow That was some story. It is hard to believe. But it does make sense. All those time that you were squirming around. My mothers Birthday party, when we had guests over, The times that you jumped me out of the blue. It hurts to think that it was Kathy’s husband that maslak escort was pleasuring you.” I said

“It was him that was giving me the pleasure but it was you I was enjoying it with. Please understand I love you and I could not live with out you. I know I am asking alot of you and I do not know how to fix it. We went to a lot of doctors when we were younger and all of them said we would have to live with it.” She said.

“I Don’t know what to do. If you can only enjoy sex with me when your sister is having sex. Then will have to find her a boyfriend.” Then a great idea came to mind. ” Or”

“Or What ” My wife said as I thought.

“Well as you said before, you and your sister have to work together to get each other turned on and I had a great thought and don’t get jealous because all this year we have been together It was some one else making you come. Now I think that we should bring your sister into your bed with us.”

“Your crazy. I can’t do that. there is no way I am sharing you with my sister.” She said.

“You are already sharing me with her. I am the one that gives her an orgasm. When I make love to you she is the one that feels my cock sliding in and out of her. Don’t you think it would be great having the feeling of me entering you and the only way I can truly make love you and for me to give you an orgasm. Is for me to make love to your sister.”

“I guess you are right. I would love to feel you give me an orgasm. But Kathy would never spend a night with us.” She said

“I love you so much but the only way I can see that we can make this work is if we can get her to move in our bed for the rest of our lives.”

“Oh my god you can not be thinking that we can make something like that work. It is one thing to get my sister into bed every now and then but have her move in. I was hoping that the spare room would be our babies room when we get around to having children.” She said.

“You still don’t understand she will have to move in with us, in our bed and into our lives. If she does not sleep, make love, and make babies with us one day she will get lonely and find some one self.”

“This is to much for me to handle. I love you but sharing you full time with my sister is something I never even thought of.” She said

“Well you two are really one person. You are alike in every way and you share each others feeling. I love you so that means I love Kathy. When I make love to her it will be me making love to you.”

“Let me think about it for a day. I know what you are saying is right. The only way my sister and I can be happy is if we are with the same man.That does make sense but I have to give up my alone time with you. I have to share you and I just do not know if I can do that.” She Said ” Ok honey. We will talk about it tomorrow night. Let’s just cuddle and watch some tv.”

To Be Continued…

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It doesn’t take long for life to unwind. One day cock of the farm-yard, the next a feather duster. It took more than a day for me, just over a year. I had turned 50 when they moved my company abroad. I was a junior manager, more a supervisor really, having worked my way up from the shop floor. My wife and I had a house in a good part of town; our two kids were old enough to have left home. Then when I was let go, I couldn’t find another job. Who wants a 50 year old? We had bought a new house five years earlier when things were looking rosy, but soon it became obvious that we wouldn’t be able to continue paying the mortgage. My wife only worked three days a week and things weren’t good between us – we only fucked two or three times a month and the sex was routine. When we sold the house six months later before the bank took it, we got much less than we expected as others laid off were all trying to sell their houses too. After expenses, we barely covered what we owed. We moved in to a rental in a much poorer area. After five more months of financial worries, increasing arguments and even less sex, she was offered a promotion working full time in another town. When she told me she was going by herself without me, I found out she had been regularly fucking with the regional manager based in that town when on his visits here.

I moved to rent in a run-down area – it was all I could afford. Three more months of no work and I had little in the way of savings left. Then I was offered a job as a house manager – a combination of butler, chauffeur and gardener – a servant really. I didn’t think much of the idea, but I didn’t have much choice. I had been interviewed by the husband and wife, Mike and Alex, both in their early 40’s. He was polite but obviously ruthless and used to power. She was hot, displaying cleavage that I couldn’t resist looking at. She caught me looking and I thought I’d blown it, but no, I was offered a two week trial. The position was originally for a younger guy, but the last one they had hired had left with no notice and there was no one else but me anyways suitable at short notice. The money was lousy, but accommodation was provided.

They were obviously rich. The house had large grounds complete with pool and tennis court. My accommodation was attached to the main house, small but so much better than where I was renting. I started the trial on the Saturday immediately after being interviewed that Friday. I was expected to be on-call all day and evening five and a half days a week, but the work was light, as a maid and a cook came in part-time, with a gardening crew doing the heavy work once a week. That first Saturday and Sunday I spent most of the time acting as their chauffeur. We skipped my days off in the first week as I was on trial, and on the Monday I went for a medical check-up where it was obvious I was being tested for infectious diseases. By Wednesday I was getting the hang of things. That morning was her tennis lesson. My job during it was to run around picking up tennis balls. After the lesson she and the pro went into a small changing room and I could hear them fucking. She was noisy, shouting “fuck me harder,” not caring that I could hear. They didn’t take long. When they both came out, he got into his car and drove off. She was wearing just a towel and turned to me and told me to clear up inside the room. Inside were her tennis clothes and her panties that she hadn’t bothered to put on.

I took her clothes to the house and put them in the laundry for the maid the next day. She told me that she was going to the pool to work on her tan and to bring her a drink. I made it the way she had shown me, long with crushed ice, where the alcohol was hidden and would quickly make you drunk if you had a couple of them quickly. At the pool she was lying on a lounger, wearing a skimpy bikini. She took a long drink, then unhooked her bikini top and lay flat on her front.

“Rub my back with sun-tan oil,” she ordered. I rubbed the oil over her.

“Mmmm, you have nice strong hands – put some on the back of my legs.” I started at her feet working up to her thighs. I wasn’t sure how high to go but she told me to make sure I didn’t miss the tops of the inside of her thighs. Then she rolled over onto her back showing me her tits.

“Why don’t you do my front as well,” she said and squirted some oil over her nipples.

My cock went stiff and big – I couldn’t help it. I rubbed the oil over her breasts and her nipples which went hard.

“Oh, that is so nice,” she said. She pulled off her bikini bottom, saying that she wanted a tan all over, telling me not to miss any part of her. When I reached the tops of her thighs, she opened her legs and I rubbed her crotch. She sat up and reached for my hard cock.

“You want to fuck me, don’t you?” I was surprised. All I could think of saying was “Yes.”

“Drop your pants, let me see your cock and I’ll decide whether you can or not,” she said. I undid my belt and pulled my pants down. My cock sprung free, straight and erect.

“Mmmm, that looks nice. I wouldn’t want to waste using that. beyoğlu escort Take all your clothes off,” she ordered. When I was naked she took hold of my cock and pulled me towards herself. I mounted her, and my cock slid into her waiting pussy without any foreplay. She was already very wet, so soft and warm. I began fucking her with long slow strokes that soon became fast and hard. Her body moved beneath me and before I could stop, I came, pumping a large load into her. My cock went limp and I pulled out of her. She was obviously disappointed it was so fast.

“I’m sorry,” I said, “I came too soon. I haven’t fucked a woman for five months. You turned me on, you are so sexy and I was nervous with you. My cock will get hard again fairly quickly, if you will wait I can fuck you a second time without cumming, for as long as you want.”

“When was the last time you fucked your ex?” she asked.

“Five months ago,” I replied, explaining that I wasn’t getting much sex even before then.

“Haven’t you fucked anyone else?”

“Not for a couple of years – when I was away from town.”

“Don’t you jerk yourself off, to relieve the tension?”

“Yes, but it isn’t the same as fucking you,” I said, feeling embarrassed at having to admit doing it.

She told me to get her another drink. I was about to pull my pants back on, but she told me to stay naked as she liked looking at my cock even when it was limp. I brought her drink to her and again she took a long drink. The alcohol must be getting to her by now I thought.

“If I’ve got to wait until you get hard again, you might as well be useful, she said, lying back and opening her legs.

“Go down on me, lick my clit, make me cum.”

I went down on her, my head between her legs. My tongue found her clit and she gave a moan of pleasure.

“Push your finger into my cunt,” she moaned. I licked her and finger-fucked her until she came. By now I was getting horny again. My cock started to increase in length although it was still rubbery. She took hold of it with a tight grip and I let her wank me. I would have liked for her to have sucked me but didn’t dare ask. Her hand stroked my balls, her finger went round to my ass and rimmed me. My cock soon stiffened and went hard enough to penetrate her. Once again I began fucking her with long, slow strokes and squeezed her nipples. This time I didn’t cum straight away as she became excited. I fucked her hard to make her reach a climax and her body thrashed away beneath me. I still continued to fuck her after she had her orgasm, thrusting my cock in and out of her pussy.

“Oh God, do me, give it to me,” she cried and I brought her to another orgasm. I knew I wasn’t going to cum a second time for at least an hour, told her so, and promised her more orgasms. We fucked in different positions but mainly missionary. Which other position can you kiss with your tongue in her mouth, squeeze her nipples and fuck at the same time? My cock was under control. As I felt myself reaching the point of no return, I would stop thrusting, sometimes pulling out until my cock calmed down, then starting again. She was an insatiable nymphomaniac. After about an hour she was on top of me, riding me, but she didn’t stop in time and I came, spurting my cum into her. Both of us were well and truly fucked.

The next morning she asked me to bring her coffee to their bedroom. She was naked in bed and from the big wet patch there, Mike had fucked her before leaving earlier for work. As she sipped her coffee, she told me to strip naked and stand where she could see my cock, big and hard. We spent the morning and most of the afternoon fucking our brains out. I asked her if she was worried about her husband finding out, but she told me that he already knew as she had told him last night. He didn’t mind, so long as she let him fuck her whenever he wanted and let him fuck other women without her complaining.

Nothing happened Friday. Saturday I drove them to a party, and waited till the small hours to drive them home. They had been drinking and I could hear slurping noises from the back seat as she sucked him. Sunday they spent lounging around and I had very little to do, other than help the cook for dinner. I could enjoy this life, I thought. Monday and Tuesday were my first days off. I went back to my crummy apartment to check that it hadn’t been broken into. I wasn’t going to let it go just yet until I knew I had the job. I just missed killing the cockroach scuttling over the floor. The rooms smelt, the people next door’s TV was on loud and I could hear them arguing. In the evening when I went outside, a drunk threatened to beat me up until I made a hasty retreat, locking my door. Instead of staying Tuesday night as I had planned, by mid-day I was back at my new place with a sigh of relief.

The tennis lesson Wednesday morning finished with the young pro fucking her again. As she came out of the shed with only a towel wrapped around her, she told me to tidy up and then to bring her a drink to her room. Again she had me strip naked so she could look at my erect cock while sarıyer escort she finished her drink. Then she told me to fuck her. We spent the rest of the day having sex, with her telling me what I should do to her.

The next day I was expecting to fuck her again in the morning after I had brought her coffee, but she was up and dressed saying she had four girlfriends coming for lunch and I was to wait on them.

Lunch included her long drink for everyone to start with, followed by several bottles of wine which loosened them up. Their conversation became more and more inhibited, with divorces, sex and who was doing whom as the main topics. The other women asked Alex if she had fucked me yet.

“Of course,” she replied. This was followed by questions on the size of my cock and my performance, as though I wasn’t standing there. Alex put her hand on my crotch and rubbed my cock making it bulge inside my pants. Then she unzipped my flies and pulled it out.

“Ooooh that’s a nice cock,” the women cried.

“Come here and let me suck it,” one of them said.

“Go on,” Alex told me, “but don’t give her your cum.” She undid my belt and pulled my pants down. I moved over and let my cock be sucked, pulling out of the woman’s mouth just in time.

“Shania hasn’t been fucked since she split from Chas, two months ago,” another said, “why don’t you let him give it to her.”

“Yes, do her,” the others cried and started wrestling Shania, pulling her bra off, pushing her skirt up and pulling her knickers down. Shania was saying “no” but was laughing. I didn’t know what to do, not wanting to make Alex angry.

“Go on fuck her, she wants it,” Alex told me. She took hold of my cock and pulled me towards Shania.

“Get your cock into her pussy, fuck her hard, make her climax and pump your load into her,” Alex ordered. Shania was being held down by two of the women, but had opened her legs for me. I slid my cock into her pussy which was already wet. I began thrusting in and out of her. The other women watched eagerly, laughing delightedly. One of them put her hand on my buttocks, fingered my ass-hole, and then pushed her finger into it. The effect on me was electric and I began fucking as fast as I could. Shania came, making me cum too, my cum spurting into her while the other woman continued to finger-fuck my ass-hole.

“He likes that,” the woman said. “He would like a man’s cock there too.” I’d not been fucked by a man before, but realised that she was probably right. She pulled her finger out and my cock shrank and slipped out of Shania’s pussy. The women were still excited but the lunch party broke up, leaving me to clear up.

Mike and Alexis were holding a party on Saturday night. They were organizing, I was doing the work, although they had hired a caterer. It started between nine and ten, with a range of people and ages arriving, including couples, tough male business types and a few very sexy looking twenty something girls. There was plenty of alcohol with me helping dispense the drinks and the party livened up quickly. The caterers left before mid-night and afterwards I noticed couples disappear into the shadows of the garden. Two girls took off their dresses and went for a swim in the pool wearing only lingerie. When one of them came out, two men stripped her of her wet things, laid her down beside the pool and she enthusiastically let them fuck her, one after the other, while a group stood round her and watched. A third man pulled his pants down. She wasn’t so keen on him, tried to get up, but he held her down, pushed her legs open and mounted her. She realized that she was going to be fucked again regardless, so obviously decided it was easiest just to let him. I had moved into the shadows where I could watch. As the two reached a climax, my boss Mike came up beside me. Quietly he said “watching a fuck like that is erotic,” then he turned in front of me.

“My wife likes the way you fuck her. You get a big hard-on easily.” He reached out and grabbed my cock and my balls. I made to move away but he said “ah ah, no. Stand still.” He tightened his grip on my balls, squeezing them, threatening to really hurt them. I didn’t move.

“These are the rules,” he said softly but with menace. “You fuck Alex when she tells you to. You don’t make a pass at her, or make the first move. You don’t fuck anyone else, unless we tell you to. Understood?”

“Yes, sir”, I said.

“And, above all, anything you see or hear stays confidential. You really will regret it, if it doesn’t. Clear?” He squeezed my balls hard, hurting them.

“Yes sir,” I said again.

“Good”. He let go of my balls, then moved off, after telling me that the party was finishing, I should help his guests leave and clear up.

The next day, they got up late and had brunch at the pool. I served the food, went away to tidy the kitchen, had my lunch then came back to see if they needed anything more. They were swimming in the pool, naked. Both of them were good swimmers, powerful and elegant. After a while they came out. I looked at Alex’s naked body as I handed maslak escort her a towel. Mike asked me if I swam, then suggested I do a couple of lengths. I was going to go back to my room to change, when he said I should swim naked like them. So I stripped and slid into the water. I’m not a good swimmer, but made the first length OK. After the second I was puffing and out of breath, so gave up.

“We need to work on your stroke,” Mike said, to Alex’s amusement. I came out of the pool and Alex handed me a towel. As I wiped my head with the towel over my face, she took hold of my cock. It went hard almost immediately.

“Hey, I’m feeling left out here,” Mike called to me “why don’t you come and suck my cock and get it hard too.”

“Go on”, Alex said, “but don’t make him cum in your mouth. I want his cum in me.” I hadn’t sucked a man’s cock before and wasn’t sure that I wanted to. Somehow I realised that if I didn’t, I’d lose the job. The memory of the cockroach in my old place over-came my reluctance. He was sitting in a chair, I knelt between his legs and put his cock into my mouth and began sucking it. His cock went hard. She started stroking my cock again while I sucked, then suddenly pulled my head away from him in case he came. He laughed and looked at my hard cock as I sat back.

“Jerk him off, I want to see him spurt.” He told Alex. She wanked my cock and very quickly I came, shooting my cum into the air, landing it back on my body. Then, when she had milked me dry, she went over to him, sat on his erect cock and rode him until he came.

“Do you want the job,” he asked me.

“Yes sir,” I said.

“OK. It’s yours, but remember what I told you last night,” he said quietly. They let me go and clean myself up and I wasn’t required again until dinner time.

The next day I went to his company’s office to sign on the job. Technically I was employed by the company as an assistant to his personal assistant, on a salary that was the same as minimum wage for a 40 hour week. I had to laugh at the 40 hours. They gave me a contract to sign and I also had to sign the warning about confidentiality and the legal problems I would face if I broke it. I thought that legal problems would be the least of my worries and it would be my legs that would get broken. I got a cell phone that I was only to use for the job, no personal calls allowed, so that I was available 24 hours a day for the five and a half days I worked. I was under no illusions that I would be available for the other days if they wanted me. Then I went back to my old apartment, cleared all my things out and gave notice. No way was I going to spend another night there. If Mike asked me to suck him again, I’d do it. I’d let him fuck me if he wanted and that was what it took for me to stay at their place. The woman who had slid her finger in my ass was right, I had enjoyed it.

Wednesday was the tennis-lesson followed by sex with the pro and then with me. Thursday she had invited her girlfriends round again. I’d hoped that Shania would be there so I could fuck her again, but she wasn’t. In her place was a hard-faced woman. This time Alex gave me a very small pair of briefs to put on and told me to take everything else off. The briefs barely covered my cock as I helped serve the food and drinks. The girls laughed and kept rubbing my crotch to make my cock stiff and bulge out from inside the briefs. I had to go down on two of them, licking them. While I was bending over, the hard-faced women took a slim vibrator from her bag and slid it up my ass, switching it on to vibrate and pushing it in and out. I was their plaything for the next couple of hours. This time I didn’t get to fuck any of them, nor was I wanked off, so my balls were swollen and full by the time they had gone. I wasn’t able to give myself any hand relief as I was kept busy till after dinner.

“We’re having some friends come round shortly for some adult fun,” Mike told me, “we’d like you to join in. Wear those briefs Alex gave you. Is that OK?” As if I was any position to say no. It was an older couple and a younger man who came. We went to a spare bedroom I hadn’t been in before, dominated by a king-sized bed, some easy chairs and off to one side, a bathroom with a spa bath capable of accommodating at least six adults. I served drinks, and then stripped down to my briefs as I was instructed. Alex told me to entertain the other woman. She sat on the edge of the bed and I stood in front of her so that she could stroke the bulge inside my briefs. She lay back and indicated she wanted to be licked. I pulled her skirt up and her panties down, put my head between her legs and licked her clit. As I was giving her head, Alex and the older man undressed then lay on the bed kissing and stroking each other before the man began fucking her. Me and the woman moved fully onto the bed so that we were laying beside them with me licking her clit and her pussy. Mike took a few snapshots with his cell phone. I still had my head buried between her legs but now my ass was up in the air. That’s when I felt my buttocks being parted. I looked up and back to see the younger guy had stripped and was standing behind me. He pushed his finger which had lubricant on it up my ass-hole. Before I could say anything or protest, he withdrew his finger then slid his cock into me.

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Taylor stepped into the apartment. Anticipation hurried his movements as he kicked off his shoes and slipped out of his jacket, then he paused and forced himself to take the time to put them in their proper place. He ran fingers through his blond hair, contemplating whether or not he had enough time to take a shower before Drey showed up. The thought of the professor’s imminent arrival sent another thrum of eagerness through him, he licked his lips and headed to the bathroom.

It was no surprise that he was excited; between the contraption on his cock and the constant ache in his feet he had not been able to stop thinking about Drey and what the professor planned to do to him. Slowly, he was getting used to the chastity device, used to controlling his erection so it didn’t fight the relentless cage. It was still agony when his focus slipped, but he was careful not to let that happen too often. He had to admit, the more he wore it, the more he grew to like it. It was an inescapable reminder, similar to the plugs and clamps that had been used on him in the past. At the same time it was more controlling, if he got too hot and bothered he no longer had the option of rubbing one out.

He slipped his clothing off, turned on the water, and stepped into the tub. With a slight wince he faced away from the faucet, so that the spray didn’t fall directly onto his genitals. Grasping the shampoo bottle he leaned into the warm spray and closed his eyes for a moment to enjoy the patter of water on his scalp. He worked the shampoo into his wet hair quickly, then rinsed it as he grabbed the bar of soap. He lathered his body, scrubbing away the grimy feeling that work always left him with. He rinsed again and shut off the faucet. Normally he liked lengthy showers, but it wouldn’t be too long before the professor arrived and he needed at least a few minutes to get into character after he got dressed.

Taylor stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and caught sight of himself in the mirror. The image was distorted by steam, features just distinguishable. The bruising on his neck was fading to yellow, soon it would be completely gone until the next time he was marked. Which, knowing Drey, wouldn’t be too far in the future. He wound the towel around his waist, holding it with one hand as he picked up the dirty clothes in the other. As he exited the bathroom he considered what he would change into, then stopped considering it.

Something dark covered his eyes and a grip on his wet hair shoved him down, doubling him over. Drey’s early arrival was startling enough that instinct took over and Taylor bent to his knees before he recalled his role. His body went rigid. It was hard to ignore the urge to give in, especially with no time to prepare. His clothing and the towel fell as he flailed his arms and aimed an elbow at the older man.

The intruder caught his wrist and twisted it roughly behind him, earning a yelp as he pinned it up between his shoulder blades. He shoved him downwards again, so that Taylor’s forehead was on the floor and his knees burned against the carpet as he struggled to rise. He released his hair and snatched up his other arm, forcing both to cross behind his back. With one booted foot he stepped on the middle of the young man’s back with just enough pressure to keep him down. Taylor fought but was hardly able to go anywhere as the stranger reached for the pair of cuffs that he had left withing convenient reach.

Taylor swore as the leather buckles were secured around his wrists, his curses muffled by the carpet. Fingers stroked through his hair, got a grip, then hauled his head up. All he could do was arch his back with the boot still holding his lower half to the floor. He gritted his teeth and tried with very little success to turn his head away as the intruder shoved a rubber gag at his lips. Fingers grasped his chin and easily pried his mouth open. The gag was not completely round, instead it was oval shaped with a bulge at one end, so that he could not push it out with his tongue as the straps were pulled behind his head and secured together. It tasted new, with that faint chemically hint that clung to plastic. Hands shifted the blindfold into a more effective position, then the stranger stepped away from his captive and crossed the room to where he had left his other equipment.

A grunt escaped Taylor as he rose to his knees, yanking at the bindings that held his wrists. He stood and nearly tripped over the damp towel that was still underfoot. He found the wall mostly by accident, leaned against it, and worked on fully immersing himself in his character during the short wait for the professor to return. He cowered with believable fear as footsteps heralded Drey’s approach.

The intruder grabbed his hair once more, instead of pushing him back down he pulled him further upright and steered him to face the wall. He stepped forward. His chest was against Taylor’s back, his breath hot on his neck, and his hands exploring the naked beyoğlu escort body. He wore all black, from the boots and denim clad legs that he used to kick apart the young man’s legs to his simple T-shirt and the thin leather gloves that encased his fingers. The only thing on him that wasn’t dark was the cane that hung from a strap on his wrist. It was a slight but sturdy thing made from bamboo. It brushed the young man’s skin as the stranger’s touch roved over his chest, drawing shivers from him.

Taylor was already partially erect, and gasped as the unrelenting metal of the chastity devise was pressed harder against his flesh by the knee that nudged between his thighs. He drooled around the gag and his knees bent as he spread his legs further, silently asking for more. A sharp pain shot through his scalp, the grip pulled him straight again as the intruder stepped away.

He used the handful of hair to keep the younger man on his toes with his head pressed against the wall. Then he swung the cane, smirking as Taylor whimpered and cringed even though it only swished at the air. His feet probably still ached from the activities of yesterday, it would be a challenge to keep him up for a prolonged period. The intruder licked his lips, took aim, and swung the cane again. It swished through the air and snapped the back of his thighs.

“One,” He spoke quietly and tugged insistently on Taylor’s hair as the younger man tried to step away. Swish, snap. “Two.” The stranger was not going easy but every motion was carefully controlled. While the cane caused a growing amount of pain, it did not come anywhere close to drawing blood.

The young man gasped with each swing. The first dozen weren’t so bad, starting just below his ass they traveled down until the twelfth strike bit at the soft skin of the back of his knees. Then the aim shifted higher again, strikes crossing the welts that already formed on his pale skin. Taylor’s gasps became whimpers by the time twenty was passed. Knees knocked against the wall as sore feet protested having to keep him up.

The intruder tugged his hair and paused the caning in order to tap the young man on ankle, eliciting a moan as Taylor struggled to rise. He smiled and continued where he had left off. Swish, snap. “Twenty-two.”

With his legs trembling and reddened by the bamboo, Taylor was crying by the time he was allowed to collapse against the wall. Forty-three, the number rang in his mind as the professor walked away again. Disappointment swirled through him. The aim had been for fifty but neither the hold on his hair nor the threat of the cane against his heel had been enough to keep him on his toes, he had failed. He moaned against his gag, hating the sick feeling that coiled inside him at the thought of displeasing Drey. If he had been able to speak he would have begged the older man to finish the rest before moving on to the next part, certain he could stay up for just seven more hits.

Hands pulled his limp form away from the support of the wall, arranging him on his knees and pressing his head down so that his forehead was once again acquainted with the carpet. The intruder pressed his leg to the back of Taylor’s welted thighs, propping him up as he maneuvered his ass into a far more vulnerable position. The cool surface of the paddle brushed against one check and then the other. It had been sanded to immaculate smoothness, the wood almost soft as it touched his skin.

Taylor bit down on the gag and his cuffed hands clenched into fists. He would make it to fifty this time, without doing anything that could be taken as an indication to stop. He focused on Drey’s voice, methodically counting along with each blow from the paddle. Each slap won a pained grunt from the young man even though he tried to keep himself quiet.

The intruder paused at forty, placing the paddle down and leering at his captive’s plaintive moans. He rubbed his hands along Taylor’s butt, the skin was warm to the touch even through his gloves. “With the way you waggle your ass around, I almost think you want it.”

It took a moment for Taylor to realize that he had slipped out of character to the point where Drey had to go off script to subtly scold him. Hearing the professor’s voice, harsher than normal but otherwise undisguised, caused the sick feeling to wind tighter in his stomach. Drey was not supposed to speak yet, not until the end of tomorrow. Taylor was ruining their game because he wasn’t focused.

The paddle slid across his ass again and a gloved hand reached down to pet his nearly dry hair. Taylor held his body rigid, fighting the tremors that tried to wrack him. Submission was not the way to please Drey tonight, but how could he not submit? The conflict roiled through him and the young man burned with disgust at himself. What the hell was wrong with him that he couldn’t keep in character?

There was a shift behind him, the professor leaning across his back to snarl in his ear. “Do you want it? Huh sarıyer escort bitch. You like being spanked like a_”

Taylor saw flashes and stars, even with the blindfold on, and gave a dizzy growl through the gag. He had jerked his head backwards as much as he was able, the base of his skull solidly connecting with something of Drey’s. He didn’t have long to wait for the professor to react to that show of defiance; he could only hope he would be allowed the chance to earn forgiveness for his lapse.

The stranger pressed a hand to the young man’s neck and shoved him, grinding his face against the carpet. His forehead smarted where Taylor had managed to headbutt him, but he repaid that as he took up the paddle once more. After nearly a dozen, utterly satisfying thwacks, he left him shivering on the floor and returned the paddle to the bag. A contemplative look crossed his face, and then he grabbed another object before he strode back.

It was not easy to get Taylor to stand, he was about as steady on his feet as a newborn foal. The intruder herded him to the bed and pressed him onto the blankets. He knelt over the young man, considering the shivering form as he unwound the cat and held it over him. The many strands dangled, tips grazing Taylor’s skin. He smiled as the young man squirmed beneath the gentle touch. Then he raised the cat and brought it down on the pillow beside them.

Taylor’s flinch was real. They had only agreed on the cane and the paddle, Drey had not even suggested on using a cat-of-nine-tails when they were making plans. His breath hissed out in gusts as he panted around the gag. He twisted away as the cat struck again, hitting the bed sheets near his arm. He resisted the hand that pressed him back into position, gnawing on the gag to keep from mewling as leather strands returned to trace across his chest.

The leather traced a slow path from one nipple to the other and the young man took the time to get his breathing under control. It must be the punishment for failing to stay in character earlier, he decided, repayment for collapsing before Drey had finished caning him. A sort of gratitude filled him, he was glad the professor was giving him another opportunity to please him. Taylor braced himself as the cat-of-nine-tails was lifted away, determined to take what he deserved even if it hurt like hell. He jerked involuntarily at the sound of the cat’s snap, though like the two previous times, it did not hit him.

There was a slight pressure on his cock as deft fingers worked at the lock, then relief as the device was slipped off. Knees slid between his legs, firmly spreading him as his freed penis bobbed for attention. He gave a frustrated cry as the strands returned, running first up and then down his chest. Then another cry broke free as they coiled and snaked along his cock. The leather rose away.

The intruder swung the cat. It cracked against the sheets and simultaneously he landed a light tap on the head of Taylor’s cock with two fingers. The young man writhed and his muffled yelp ended with a confused moan. He repeated the action again and again for several minutes, tapping, flicking, or pinching the young man’s cock as the cat-of-nine-tails hit the bed. Not once did the cat actually snap against him, but each time Taylor flinched as if it had. By the time he finished and placed the cat to the side, the younger man was breathing hard, his muscles taut as he mentally cursed at the imagination that the stranger was exploiting.

A hand slid behind his head, grasping his hair and pulling him up. Drey licked at Taylor’s lips, his tongue exploring the parts of the rubber ball that he could reach and the straps that held it in place. Taylor moaned as the older man nipped down his chin, down his neck. He arched back, helpless as talented teeth and lips worked on first one nipple, and then moved to the other.

His mouth moved down and he delved his tongue into the young man’s naval. Taylor made pleading noises but didn’t dare to move his legs while the gloved hands rested on his knees. His penis wept for attention as the mouth moved further down, but teeth grazed the inside of his thighs rather than relieve his frustration.

The stranger hummed with approval as his captive whimpered and strained to spread his legs more, offering himself for anything he wanted to do to him. He was beautiful when he surrendered like that, unconditionally and without hesitation. The professor almost loathed having to bite at the soft skin near his groin, and then again when the first time wasn’t enough to pull him back into character.

Taylor gave a halfhearted effort to kick Drey off him, then a cursory struggle as hands grasped his leg and flipped him over onto his stomach. His ass was sore. Some of the welts on his thighs would be felt for days.

Gloved hands explored the deliciously red skin, kneading the cheeks for a moment before spreading them. The intruder spat, then rubbed his thumb into the maslak escort saliva, spreading it over the young man’s exposed hole. Taylor moaned as the digit entered him and set about loosening the ring of muscle. The texture of the gloves added a foreign quality to the familiar fingers that worked him open, a sort of extra friction that ignited his nerves. He sighed and groaned as Drey finished prepping him, bracing himself as the professor shifted.

Teeth bit the gag at the sound of Drey’s zipper. The anxiety brought on by his inability to withstand the caning and the nervousness triggered by the cat melted away. He was glad that he couldn’t speak, aware of how likely he was to fall out of character and beg to be fucked.

The stranger lifted the young man’s hips, leaned forward, and entered him. He held that position, with just the tip of his cock inside Taylor, as the captive gave imploring moans. He pulled out slowly, a smile crossed his expression at the body bucking beneath him. His grip tightened, holding Taylor still so he couldn’t shift and take more than the he wanted to give. His movements were slow and deliberate as he took his time enjoying the muffled pleas.

Taylor gave a sound of frustration as Drey slid out of him again. The professor was barely touching him anymore, only with his knees as he kept the young man’s legs stretched wide. Then even those lifted away. Hyper-aware of every shift of the bed, Taylor held his breath as the other leaned over him, hands settling on either side of his shoulders. Still he wasn’t being touched, no contact even between his bare skin and Drey’s clothing. He gave a whine, he wanted the connection, he wanted_Oh. He gasped in a breath.

His cock nudged between the captive’s cheeks, “Shhhh,” he hissed into the shell of Taylor’s ear, quieting the plaintive noises that squeaked past his gag. He supported his body above the young man, lowering himself and letting his penis inch inside. “Don’t move,” he muttered at him. He didn’t need to try and make his voice harsh, arousal was doing that for him. “If you move at all I’ll use the cat on you.”

His entire focus was on the hot shaft that slid in at a torturous rate. His body shuddered with the effort that it took to not press his hips upwards to swallow Drey’s cock into his ass. At times it seemed there was no movement behind him, like the professor would never get to fucking him. There came a point when he considered risking the cat, willing to face any number of lashes just for an instant with the entirety of that penis inside of him. Then Drey moved.

He lay his body on top of him as he rocked his hips, his erection surrounded by Taylor’s heat. There was something perfect about the way his denim clad legs pressed to the young man’s bare thighs, the way his t-shirt was wetted by the sweat that shone on his naked back. Taylor was making a valiant effort to be still; his muscles were so taut that he trembled. The stranger reached up, unbuckling the gag and tossing the rubber aside.

“Fuck,” he started, then bit his lip before he could add the ‘me.’ “You, fuck you, you perverted freak.” He choked off with a moan as lips stroked his ear and the cock stroked deep inside him. His hips jerked and he gasped. “I didn’t mean to move! I didn’t.”

He didn’t cease the rocking motion of his body as he reached for the cat. He silenced any more words from the young man by pressing the handle against his lips and then into his mouth. The stranger smiled, he had said he would use it, not how he would use it. There were so many inventive ways to use a cat-of-nine tails that didn’t include whipping. “Suck it.”

Taylor obeyed. The handle of the cat was just the right shape and length to make it seem like he was being fucked from both ends. Except it was rigid, it didn’t bend down his throat like a cock would. The professor prodded it against the insides of his cheeks as he laved it with his tongue. The handle had a faint salty taste to it, it tasted like Drey’s hands, like the palm that had held it over him.

The stranger moved faster, no longer taking his time as arousal wore down his patience. Taylor’s body moved beneath him in just the right way, hips raised just a little to welcome the pounding. It wasn’t long before he was ready to cum, he slipped out amid a chorus of muffled protests from the young man. He bent forward again, pressing the head of his cock to one of Taylor’s bound hands. Semen spurted across the palm, slicked along the fingers.

They were both panting as the intruder pulled at the captive’s hair, removed the handle from between his lips as he tilted his head. Then he kissed him at that awkward angle. Taylor’s mouth was pliant against his and he sucked the tongue that teased in passed his lips. The stranger grabbed his hips when he came up for air and flipped the young man onto his back.

“Sorry.” Taylor muttered as fingers touched his sticky stomach. He had already cum, the friction between his body and the bedsheets while he was fucked had been enough. He gasped as the professor bent down and licked him, cleaning the sperm away before taking the head of his spent cock into his mouth. A strangled cry escaped him as he sucked hard.

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This is an edited version of Nanny Sarah. Once again, a huge thank you to Bi_Cathy for helping proofread. Hopefully we’ve caught 99% of the typos now.

This is the third part of a three part story. Please read the other parts first. All characters in explicit scenes are over eighteen.

*******

Sarah had been correct. As soon as the sky outside showed any hint of color a mop of curly hair bounced through the doorway and climbed up next to me. I was facing away, my arm wrapped around Sarah, who had turned in the night so I was spooning her.

Little hands shook my shoulder, making me roll over onto my back. “Mommy, mommy.”

“Hmm, what is it, sweetie?”

“Why’s Nanny Sarah in your bed?”

My pulling my arm away caused Sarah to stir, rolling towards me and sliding her arm over my belly under the covers.

“S’matter?”

“That alarm clock you mentioned is here. I think we’re busted.”

Sarah’s eyes opened and she laid her head on my shoulder. “Morning, Heidi.”

“Good morning. Did you get scared last night?”

“Hmm?”

“Mommy only lets me sleep in here when I get scared of the thunder lightning.”

“Oh.” Sarah chuckled. “No, honey, I wasn’t scared. I’m going to be sleeping in here from now on, OK?”

“Why?”

I decided to take over. “Because, honey, when two adults love each other, sometimes they like to sleep in the same bed.”

“Like Auntie Lauren and Uncle Rick?”

“Uh-huh, just like that.”

“So you love Nanny Sarah?”

I nodded. “I do.”

“And Nanny Sarah, you love my mommy?”

“Yes, sweetheart, I love her very much.”

A tear began to form in Heidi’s eye, her voice shaking like when she was trying to settle down from a tantrum. “So are we a family?”

Sarah pulled her arms out from under the covers and held them out, and Heidi wasted no time in clambering over me and into them. “Oh, honey, of course we are.”

Heidi clutched at Sarah, sobbing. I put my arms around both my girls. “Are you okay, Heidi?”

“Yeah.” She turned back to me, wiping her nose on the sleeve of her Elsa nightgown. “They’re happy tears.”

We snuggled together in bed, the three of us, for another half an hour before I got up to take Heidi wash her face and brush her teeth. Sarah took the opportunity to sneak back to her room for some real clothes. By the time I had Heidi dressed the shower was running.

Breakfast was well on the way when Sarah came down, and she slipped her arms around my waist as I stirred the eggs. “Morning, sweetie.”

“Hi. We need to get you really moved into our room today.”

“Yeah. I thought about it yesterday while Heidi was at school, but, um, I wasn’t sure about…”

“About where to put things?”

“Yeah. I didn’t want to move your dad’s stuff around. Y’know, without you here.”

I nodded my understanding while emptying the eggs into a white ceramic bowl. When mom died, dad had given all of her clothes to charity very quickly, saying she’d made him promise. So when I’d moved into the large bedroom after he died, I’d just taken over her mostly empty dresser and closet space. It had made me feel closer to her. Dad’s stuff was still in his wardrobe and hanging in one corner of the walk-in closet. Eventually my stuff expanded to fill the empty spaces.

I took a deep breath. “Yeah, I guess it’s time to get rid of my dad’s clothes.”

I had some empty, folded up boxes in the attic left over from my move home, so by noon we had everything ready for Goodwill. Being a lawyer my dad had some really nice suits. Someone was going to score well with those.

Over lunch at McAlister’s we talked about the next step. Dad’s wardrobe just wasn’t appropriate for Sarah, although she insisted it would do. I wanted her to have something of her own.

So we went shopping. Heidi made a point of walking between us and holding both our hands “Like Sylvia does.” But whenever she’d run off to look at something I’d find my fingers intertwining with Sarah’s without any conscious thought.

I’d like to say I didn’t notice the looks either, but that would be a lie. But every time I saw someone looking at us, I felt a great swell of defiance and, well, pride. I got it now, fully understanding why gay rights parades were called ‘Pride Marches’. It wasn’t about pride in being gay. It was about choosing to live your life openly, pursuing the relationship you wanted, loving whomever you chose to despite societal judgments. There is great pride in that.

We stopped at three different stores before finding our way to a little antique mall in Carmel. Sarah’s face went all dreamy as soon as she saw it, something that hadn’t happened all day. It had a lovely three-part mirror with the same number of large drawers on either side of a central vanity cut out. The info card said Spanish style, made from oak, and the matching bench style seat was included.

Sarah ran her fingers over the red-brown wood and along the framing. She reached for the price tag and her face fell. A sad smile followed and she took my hand nişantaşı escort to walk on.

I didn’t move. “You like this one, don’t you?”

Sarah looked back over at the piece. “Yeah, it’s beautiful. But I can’t afford it.”

I turned over the tag. Ouch, she wasn’t kidding. But I hadn’t bought a really nice item of furniture since dad died. “Let’s get it.”

“Connie, no, it’s…”

“Sweetheart, we can afford this, if it’s the one you want. Is it?” I saw a little smile break and she turned back to the vanity. She did her due diligence, checking each of the drawers, the feet, everything. Finally satisfied she nodded to me.

“I really like it.”

“Okay. I’m gonna go get the sales lady.”

Before I could turn away Sarah pulled me into a hug. “Thank you.” The kiss she planted on my cheek made me all melty inside, and I couldn’t keep the silly grin off my face as I moved away.

From behind I heard Sarah talking to Heidi. “We’re going to get this one. Do you like it?”

“Yeah, Nanny Sarah, it’s pretty.”

Half an hour later we’d paid and arranged for delivery and haul away of dad’s old wardrobe.

Since we hadn’t had family pizza and a movie night yesterday we stopped at Napoli’s and got a couple of brick oven pizzas on the way home. Heidi wanted ‘Homeward Bound’, so I grabbed a box of tissues before we snuggled up on the couch. Heidi sat on the floor, but my hand was firmly in Sarah’s as she leaned against my shoulder. It was so lovely and I couldn’t, in that moment, understand why there had ever been any distance between us.

About half an hour into the movie Sarah’s phone buzzed on the end table and she reached over to grab it. “It’s Linda.”

I whispered to Heidi that we needed to pause the movie as I grabbed the remote and hit the button.

“Hey, Linda. Yeah, let me put you on speaker.” Sarah pressed the appropriate icon and set the phone on her leg.

“Okay, you’re on. Connie’s right here.”

“Hi Linda.” I called out as Heidi climbed up into my lap.

“Hi Connie! Just hoping you’re all still coming up for Christmas.”

Heidi looked at me wide eyed. “Who’s that, mommy?”

“Oh, is that Heidi? Hello!”

My daughter looked at me shyly, and I whispered back. “Go ahead, say ‘Hi’.”

“Hi.”

Sarah smiled at her. “Heidi, this is my brother’s wife. She’s inviting us all for Christmas. What do you think?”

Heidi’s eyes went wide. “Really?”

“Yeah, I want you and your mommy and Sarah to all come.”

I ran my fingers through Heidi’s curls. “What do you say sweetie?”

“Yeah! When do we go? Tomorrow?”

Sarah laughed. “No, but that’s what we’re going to figure out.”

“Rebecca and Jonathan will be here the day after Christmas. Do you want to shoot for that?”

I nodded when Sarah looked at me. “Sure, sounds good.” She paused for a moment. “Um, is mom going to be there?”

“She’s coming, but I doubt she’ll stay the night. She knows you’re all coming.”

I reached out and took my lover’s hand. “We have to see her sometime.”

“Okay. Linda, well see you then.” We’ll give you a call Tuesday when we’re on our way.”

Everyone said ‘goodbye’ and Linda disconnected. I restarted the movie, noting that Sarah was holding my hand a bit tighter.

Later that night we were lying in bed, my fingers running gently through her hair. “You’ve been quiet tonight. Worried about seeing your mom?”

“I just don’t want to drag you into my family’s drama. Especially Heidi. She won’t understand. I’m worried mom’ll say something that’ll upset her.”

I wiped a tear off her cheek. “Sarah, as much as I hate to admit it, if we’re going to be together, Heidi’s going to have to get used to stuff like that. I remember what high school was like.”

Sarah looked at me confused. No one had suspected I was gay in high school. Not even me.

“I mean Megan. She was six feet tall when we were freshmen. Played basketball and threw shot and discus. Even kept her hair cut short. People just assumed, and they gave her hell for it. Which is ironic, ’cause there’s not a bi-curious bone in that girl’s body.”

Sarah chuckled. “Really?”

“Yeah. Absolutely, completely boy crazy, I swear. But guys wouldn’t give her the time of day. It was hard, but she survived. Heidi’ll get through it, too.”

Sarah touched my cheek. “Look at you, being all sensible.”

“Well I’ve been hanging around this amazing woman. She makes me a better person, I think.”

Her cheeks colored and she grinned. “How so?”

“Well,” I kissed her gently, “I’m more relaxed.” My lips feathered up her jaw line to her ear. “I smile more.”

Sarah gasped as I took her earlobe between my teeth. “You do?”

“Oh, yeah.” My tongue traced the ridge of her ear, earning a delicious sigh. “And, I’m much more of a giver.”

“Wha? … Oh!”

I slipped under the sheets, lifting up her pajama top and licking around her navel, where I knew she was ticklish. Laughing and squealing, she tried to push me away. I used the fact that her body kağıthane escort was suddenly in motion to strip off her bottoms, and I let her push my head down towards its true goal.

My mouth found the sensitive skin of Sarah’s inner thigh, and her giggles fast turned to moans. Up and down her legs I went until the smell of her arousal became too much, and I had to taste it. I never could get enough.

Slowly I brought her to her full, and my love came like a waterfall, gushing into my mouth. When I was convinced I’d taken in the last drop of her essence I crawled out from under the covers and took her into my arms as she nuzzled into my neck.

“Mmm, I love you.” A soft kiss. “My darling.”

My fingers ran gently through her hair as I pressed my lips to her forehead, hearing her purr as I did. “My precious girl.”

A long day, combined with the relaxation of her orgasm had my lover asleep in my arms moments later. I just held her there, thanking God for being so good to me.

***

I’d thought I’d be more emotional when they took my dad’s old wardrobe away, but it was okay. The new piece fit perfectly, and an hour later Sarah had the last of her stuff moved into our room.

My heart melted a little as Sarah sat at her vanity with Heidi in her lap, pretending to put on makeup. After dinner we sat in our living room watching the snow fall quietly outside, while our fire danced about and the lights on our tree chased each other around the ornaments. Carols filled the air as we sang along. A holiday at home with my family.

Christmas morning dawned crisp and clear, with just enough snow to cover the ground. We’d told Heidi she couldn’t come into our room until it was light out, so as soon as the sky even thought about beginning to brighten a mop of curly brown hair poked its accompanying head through our door.

“Mommy?” It was a forced whisper, barely containing her excitement. “Is it light enough yet?”

Sarah rolled towards me and kissed me on the cheek. “You know we’re not getting any more sleep, right?”

I sighed. “Yeah. Okay, munchkin, you can come in.”

Heidi bounded across the room, flumping onto the bed and bouncing up and down on her knees. “It’s Christmas! Time to get up!”

“Okay, okay! You want to go see if Santa came?” Heidi nodded her wide-eyed approval, sliding off the bed and racing out of the room. “No opening anything until we come down!” I heaved a sigh and settled back into my pillow, looking into Sarah’s lovely green eyes.

“Merry Christmas, darling.” The sound of her voice soothed away any irritation I might have been feeling over being up this early.

I reached and stroked her hair. “Merry Christmas. You’re the best present ever.

The corner of her mouth twitched up. “Really? You’re in advertising and that’s the best you can come up with?”

“It’s early.” Her little grin said that excuse wasn’t going to cut it. “Alright, fine. How ’bout this?” I pulled her to me and claimed her mouth with mine, rolling her gently onto her back. For a moment she giggled and tried to fight me, but then I felt her relax and sink into the kiss, which I made as deep as possible. I shifted my leg, drawing my thigh over her core, earning a moan and shudder. I pulled away a few inches.

“That better?” Sarah nodded wordlessly, and I bent down to kiss her again.

“Santa came! Santa came! C’mon! Let’s go!” Heidi barged through the door and jumped up on the bed.

I groaned and leaned into Sarah’s neck, who patted me on the shoulder. “Should I go make coffee?”

“Oh, God, yes.” I kissed her again and rolled away.

“Mommy! Get up!”

“Heidi, go with Nanny Sarah, I’ll be down in a minute.”

Sarah tied off her robe and held out her hand. “Let’s go, munchkin.” Heidi grabbed on and dragged her out into the hall and down the stairs.

As soon as they were gone I climbed out from the warmth of my bed and headed into the bathroom before wrapping myself in my own robe and sneaking into my office. In the bottom drawer of my desk was the box from Barrington’s. I hadn’t gotten it out while we’d been laying out the gifts last night. I wanted it to be a surprise.

I slipped it into my nightgown’s pocket and headed downstairs. I could hear Sarah bustling about in the kitchen and the whir of a coffee grinder, so I stole into the living room and slipped the box into her green stocking while no one was looking.

Heidi was on her knees in front of the tree inspecting every package, looking for her name, which she could recognize now. I eased myself over to my favorite chair and set my phone to camera mode. A minute later a steaming mug of coffee appeared next to me, and I inhaled the aroma of java and vanilla creamer.

“Thank you, sweetie.”

“You’re welcome.” Sarah sat on the sofa, tucking her legs underneath her in that adorable way she does. “Shall we get started?”

“Yeah, yeah!” Heidi was bouncing up and down on her knees.

“Okay, go ahead.”

With a squeal of four-year-old joy Heidi tore into the first package, osmanbey escort and the bacchanalia was on. I’d let myself go a little overboard with presents, but other than my brother she didn’t have aunts, uncles, or grandparents to pick up the slack.

Her first score was a set of plastic ‘My Little Pony’ figures to go with the castle she’d gotten for her birthday. Several other brightly colored bits followed, including a couple of play sets from Uncle Reggie, but the real highlight was a good-sized box from Sarah, which contained an Easy-Bake oven.

Heidi squealed and launched herself into Sarah’s arms. “Thank you! Thank you!”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. Now, you’re only allowed to use it when your mommy or I are with you, okay?” Heidi bobbed her head quickly. “Alright, now, can you give this to your mommy? It’s for her.”

“Thank you, honey.” I took the package from my daughter. The tag read ‘To the woman who keeps me warm at night. Love, Sarah.’ She was smiling sweetly at me as a tear burned in my eye. I made myself tear off the wrapping, grinning widely as I pulled out a beautiful new winter coat.

It was black, with a faux-fur lined hood, and an attached belt that cinched it at the waist. So many coats I’d tried had looked odd because of my height, but as I held it up I knew this one would be long enough.

“Oh, Sarah, it’s beautiful.” I held it up to my body and smoothed it with my hand.

“Try it on.”

I nodded and stripped off my robe. The coat fit perfectly, and I could already tell it was going to be warm.

“You’re going to need it when we go up to Michigan. It’s not the tropical clime we have here.”

I glanced outside, where the three inches of snow we’d had two nights ago were barely hanging on in the thirty-eight-degree weather.

Soon the packages were depleted. Sarah loved the Bath & Body Works basket, and ‘Heidi’ had gotten me a long woolen scarf in hues of blue, purple and red to add some color to my new coat.

I jumped up to grab the stockings from the mantle, setting my own, which was heavier than I remembered, by my chair. I handed over Heidi’s, who immediately and unceremoniously dumped its contents onto the carpet.

Sarah laughed, and my mind remarked to itself how much it loved that sound as I sat down next to her, still holding her green stocking. She looked at me with a happy, contented smile, which flowed away at the seriousness of my expression. I placed what I was holding in her lap.

“Merry Christmas, Sarah.”

She looked down, drawing in a breath as she saw the blue box, which was now poking out the top. She drew it out almost reverently, her mouth open slightly.

“Oh, Connie.” She ran her fingers over the soft covering before opening the clamshell and gasping, her hand over her mouth.

The lights from the Christmas tree danced over the precious metal and through the diamonds. There were two hearts, one simple, pure yellow gold, the other white gold inlaid with tiny diamonds all along the face. The two were interlocked, together for always.

“Do you like it?”

“Darling, it’s beautiful.” She leaned over and kissed me, a tear in her eye.

I brushed it away as it began to roll down her cheek. “You’re beautiful.”

“What’s that?” Heidi poked her head over the coffee table.

“It’s Nanny Sarah’s necklace. You remember buying it?”

“Uh-huh.”

Sarah pulled the chain out of the box and turned her back to me before pulling her hair to the side and handing me the necklace. Once it was in place she faced me, one hand touching her new jewelry.

“What do you think?”

“I think I love you.”

“You better, you shouldn’t give things like this to just anyone.”

We laughed and kissed, and had a wonderful Christmas. Carols sounded through the house while Heidi played happily with her new loot. Soon the aroma of baking ham filled the air, along with mashed potatoes and several other assorted yummies. Heidi and Sarah even used Heidi’s new oven to bake cookies for dessert.

I read to my daughter from one of her new storybooks before retiring to our room, where Sarah was running a bath.

“Join me?” She gave me a sweet pleading smile, as if there were any other place on earth I’d rather be.

Soon we were relaxing in the water in our normal positions, her sitting between my legs, resting against me as my arms encircled her from behind.

My fingers caressed her skin as I whispered in her ear. “Did you have a nice Christmas?”

“I miss my dad, but yeah. Best in a long time. You?”

“Same, at least since my mom died.” I hugged her close. “It’s good to spend it with family.”

We sat like that for a few minutes, but soon I could feel Sarah’s energy change.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, um.” She held my arms tightly, almost possessively. “I need to ask you, or tell you something. But I don’t want you to take it wrong.”

“Oh, God, what’d I do?”

Sarah gave a nervous laugh. “No.” She kissed the back of my hand, which made me feel better. “I love my necklace, and I love the dresser you bought me. I just… I want you to know you don’t have to buy me expensive things. I mean, I get you have money from your dad. But it’s not why I’m with you. I need to know you believe that. ‘Cause it’s true.”

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Home for Seniors

My how time flies when you’re having a good time! I can’t believe that I’ve been here at the Home for almost a year now. I moved here as I thought it would be an easier life for me, and I would be around people my own age. Well, I’m not sure that it living here is all that easy, but it sure has been fun! I never expected the “games” that are being played around here.

I have made some good, close friends and not just “gaming partners” the past few months. Max and I usually hang out with each other just about every day. We go hiking out at a state park that is not too far away. We are routinely playing cards or dominoes, going to sporting events and the like. Mike, Dave and Larry join us on a regular basis too. Of course Helen and Gloria are among those I count as close friends now.

Last Monday, as Max and I are entering the Home’s dining area for lunch, a couple is standing there, looking around. I come up to them, “Looks like you’re new here, can I help you with anything?”

The man says “Hi, we just moved into one of the cottages this weekend, and coming up here for lunch.”

“Welcome to the Home, come join us for lunch” and I introduce myself and Max.

He says “I’m George, and this is my pretty little Filipino flower, Irene”

Irene goes “Oh daddy, you shouldn’t say things like that. Glad to meet you guys, always nice to meet new friends.”

George chimes in with “Yes indeed, she is eager to meet new friends, aren’t you my dear.”

George is walking with a cane and is wearing a cap that has Retired Air Force embroidered on it, and I make note that I too was in the Air Force many years ago. As we are having lunch learn that George served over 20 years in the military, and that he met Irene while being stationed in the Philippines. Says they were married just before he retired from the military. George looks older than Irene, and he tells us that she is almost 18 years younger than his 80 years.

Irene is small in height, has straight black hair down to her shoulders and is, shall we say, full figured or Rubenesque. Max is really checking her out, and I’ll admit, I looking her over too. She seems to notice that we are giving her the eye, and smiles. I mention that while I was in the military, I too had spent some time in the Philippines. Irene then said “Oh I bet you had lots of girl friends and had a lot of fun” and George pipes in “Oh yeah, I’m sure he spent at lot of time in Angeles City.”

I say “Oh, indeed I did. That place was really something else; I was very young and did spend a lot of time downtown.”

We chatted some more, Max talking more with Irene, while George and I were speaking of our time in the military. As we finish lunch Max and I offer to assist them in anyway. I volunteered to show them around the neighborhood, where the stores and things are. Max said he would be more than happy helping them move any boxes or anything else to assist with their moving in.

We made arrangements to stop by their place the next day after breakfast, to give them a helping hand.

After they leave, Max says to me “That Irene looks pretty nişantaşı escort good, wonder if George is taking care of her like he should.”

“I don’t know, maybe we find out more tomorrow. I’m sure that you wouldn’t mind ‘taking care of her’ now would you?”

Max laughs, and says “Maybe we both can take care of her!”

The next morning we go the George and Irene’s cottage to see if we can lend a hand. The cottages are larger than the apartments at the home, also more expensive. Two bedrooms, two baths, even have a garage, which we do not have at the apartments.

There were plenty of boxes in the garage and other rooms. Max and I help empty them, and get things put away. George is not very mobile, so Irene was also assisting in this chore. Afterwards, we all went to lunch, and receiving many thanks from George for helping out. Irene told us that we were welcome to come and visit anytime we wanted.

That afternoon, took the couple for a drive around the neighborhood. Irene was sitting in front with me, while George was in the back. I was showing them various stores, beauty shop, barbershop and other places like that, as they were new to the city, not just the local area. As we drove around, Irene would occasionally place her hand on my thigh, and ask some questions are the area. When we got back to the cottage, I had to assist George to get out of the car. I was getting ready to leave, when Irene came over and gave me a big hug, and thanked me. As we separated, her hand conveniently brushed up against my crotch area, and she again said stop on by anytime.

A few days later, it was time for the Home’s Social Hour, or Happy Hour as the residents called it. Max and I were sitting together; hoping that Helen and Gloria might would come over and join us. George and Irene came by instead, and we invited to join us. They were telling us about getting a little more comfortable in their new surroundings. Helen stopped by, said hello and introduced herself to the couple, then went over to join Gloria and another lady. We were just talking, getting better acquainted. Irene made note that she was a dancer back in the Philippines, and George made note of that’s how he first saw her, as she was performing at a club.

We were having a few drinks; music was playing, when Irene said she would like to dance. George said that he wasn’t able to do that anymore, so Max asked Irene to dance, and off they went. George and I were talking about past experiences, especially about the bar scene back in the Philippines. He noted that he was physically no longer able to “get it up”, but he still thought about it. He also noted that he felt kind of bad for Irene, and she was more than able to enjoy a love life.

After Max and Irene came back, it was my turn to hit the dance floor with Irene. Max sat down and opened another bottle of beer. We were dancing, when Irene asked about what me George and I were talking about, when I told her, she laughed, and said she did indeed miss the “action” now that George wasn’t “up to it” anymore. We returned to the table, Irene was sitting between me and Max. Again, on occasion I could feel kağıthane escort her hand sliding up my thigh, and she was also doing that with Max.

As the entertainment was closing down, George said “Hey guys, how bout you come over to our place and we can have another drink and listen to some music.” Irene, then “Daddy, that’s a great idea! Come on you two, let’s go to our place”. Max and I readily agreed, and off we went.

We get to their cottage, George is stumbling as we enter, as he had a couple of drinks and was using that cane of his to walk. He just sort of plopped down on an easy chair, while Irene went into the kitchen and said she would get everybody something to drink, and told us to have a seat on the couch. She came back with a few glasses and a pitcher of Sangria for us to sip on.

Irene puts on some music, sits down between us. She then asks Max to get up and dance with her and he does, getting quite close with her. George is just sitting there smiling, and tells me that I too should join the dancing couple, so what the hell, we now are a threesome on the living room carpet. Irene is enjoying it, and whispers to us, “George likes to watch. Know what I mean?”

Both Max and I stop, smile at her and each other, and I say “That sounds interesting, think he would like to watch us?” “I’m sure of it” Irene replies.

George then surprises us by saying “How bout we go into the bedroom, get a little more comfortable. Maybe Irene can do one of her dances for us, I’m sure you will like that show!” Irene giggled a bit, and says “Let’s do!”

Into the bedroom we go, George takes a seat on a chair, while Max and I sit on the bed. Irene is now swaying, and starts to strip! She says “This is how I danced when I was younger” as she continues. Off comes the blouse, and then she drops her skirt. She is now in bra, panties and thigh high hosiery, and looking good! She unhooks the bra and tosses it at George. She has a nice set of tits, especially for a 62 year old!

George says, “Okay guys, get out of those clothes, get comfortable, we are going to get real friendly here.” Max and I look at each other, and quickly get naked. Irene is standing there in her panties and nylons, licking her lips.

George then says, “Don’t worry guys, this is how I get my kicks, and Irene doesn’t object. Do you honey?”

Irene says “Oh Daddy, you know I’m always ready to please you in anyway”. She turns to us, and tells us both to get on the bed.

Both Max and I are getting hard, our cocks are beginning to rise. Irene smiles, says “Look Daddy, I have two nice cocks here to play with” and she takes both of our cocks in her hands and gives them a little tug. George says “Yes dear, they do look nice, you go ahead and play” as he leans back into his chair, and actually starts to squeeze his own cock through his slacks.

Irene comes up on the bed on her knees. She takes my cock in her hand, and she takes Max’s cock in her mouth. She licks his cock up and down the underside. Pops the head into mouth and gives a little suck. She laughs and says “Look Daddy, I’m sucking on a big ole black cock, and I’m playing osmanbey escort with a nice white one at the same time!” George just sits back and says “Go for it dear”.

Irene is now bobbing her head up and down on Max’s cock. She then comes off of it and gives mine a nice long lick, and pops it into her mouth. She is giving the head of my dick nice tongue action. She then is taking turns, sucks on my cock for a couple of seconds then takes Max’s into her mouth. “Look Daddy, I’ve got two cocks to suck” as she continues to pleasure the both of us.

Irene then sheds her panties, and shows us her pussy. She is clean shaven, and she spreads her legs and opens her pussy lips with her fingers, and starts to rub her clit. “Well guys, how do you like my pussy? Anybody want to give it a lick?” I respond by saying yes, and she crawls up my chest, she looks down at me, and places her snatch right over my mouth. I start to lick and suck on her pussy, as she starts to squirm. She then slides off of me and goes over to Max.

She tells him “I’m going to fuck you, I want that big black dick in me” and she spreads her legs over him and squats down on his cock. “Look Daddy, I’ve got a big back cock in my pussy, it is so good”. George is closely watching everything, and is smiling. She is riding Max’s cock, and moaning.

She crawls off of Max, says “Your turn” this time she get on her knees and I got in “doggie style” and she gets Max’s cock and starts to suck while I’m pumping my dick into her. “Oh Daddy, I’m getting fucked while sucking on a cock” and she takes Max’s cock down her throat.

I almost shout “I’m getting ready to cum” and she then moves, turns around and takes my cock into her mouth, and now Max is fucking her from behind. I then explode! She is sucking me deep, making sure she gets every drop out of me.

Max announces, “I’m cumming too” as she shoots his cream into her pussy. Max is staying in her, filling her with cum. She continues to suck me, and then she pulls her mouth off of me, and starts to lick my dick.

“Look at this Daddy, I’ve got big black cock cum in my pussy, and I just swallowed his!” George is almost drooling, as Max withdraws from her pussy. Irene then sits on the edge of the bed, spreads her legs, opens her cum laden pussy, and says “Daddy, want to take a closer look?” George slowly gets over to her, and puts his face right into her pussy. He starts to lap up Max’s cum, and Irene just lays back and enjoys it.

Max and I are just watching as George cleans up Irene, licking and sucking, I’m sure he has managed to get all of the cum out of her. He slowly gets up and is back in his chair. Irene is on the bed, on her back with her legs dangling over the side. She then sits up and says “Oh my, that was good. We will need to do that again, but just don’t tell anybody else about this.”

George then says, “Really guys, thank you. I know that may seem strange to hear, but I enjoyed watching and I know Irene had fun, and I’m sure you two did too! But please, don’t let others know that we do this, let’s keep this to ourselves.”

Max and I get dressed, promise not to tell anybody and agree, we need to do this again!

Man or man, this “Home” is really something. I certainly never expected anything like that to happen. I always thought these “Old Folks Homes” is where seniors went to idle away their times. Wow, was I wrong!

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