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I sat my desk, eyes glued to the computer screen. I was working late as usual in my law office downtown. I was proof reading a presentation, which I was working on, for a case the next week, trying to make sure that I had everything absolutely perfect. As I read the pages, I absently brushed my blonde hair out of my eyes. Many of the office partners wondered why I wasn’t married yet, a young, and an attractive woman, who could have any one I wanted. But I wasn’t interested in dating–especially not any of the many male lawyers from the firm who’d tried! I used the excuse that I didn’t like to mix business with pleasure, but they still questioned it.

A door opened to the side of my office, and a young woman slipped in. It was Sherri. Sherri was a secretary in the office, and she also happened to be working late the same evening as me.

“Hi Claire,” she said softly, so as not to startle me. I looked up.

“Oh, hi Sherri, I didn’t think anyone else was still here!” I said.

“Well, I was just about to leave when I saw your light on. You should go home too, you know. You need your rest for that presentation tomorrow,” she told me.

“Oh” I shrugged, “I’ll be fine.”

Sherri walked over to my desk, standing behind me. She lightly rested her hands on my shoulders.

“You feel tense,” Sherri said. “Why don’t you let me give you a back massage?” Before I could say anything, Sherri had begun kneading her fingers into my back, finding my sore spots and massaging them gently.

“Oh, Sherri,” I sighed. “That feels so good.” I leaned back in the chair and relaxed my neck and back for the first time.

“I’m glad you like it,” Sherri smiled. As she continued the backrub, Sherri slowly began to slide her hands further forward on my shoulders, until she was almost touching my breasts. I had closed my eyes and didn’t seem to notice. Sherri lightly brushed the left nipple, and a shudder went through my body, but still I didn’t protest.

“Hmmm,” Sherri thought to her self, “so the rumours in the office might have some truth to them after all. This could be interesting.” She leaned down towards me and kissed me lightly on the back of the neck, while continuing her massage. Finding no resistance, she spun my chair around. I smiled. “Sherri, are you coming on to me?” I asked her.

“Well…I suppose you could say that.”

“Good. I’ve always thought you were a attractive young lady, but for a Esenyurt Escort Bayan while, but never had the courage to act on it.” I pulled Sherri down into my lap, and began kissing her. Sherri closed her eyes and returned the kiss with passion. She didn’t see my hand slowly reaching into a drawer of my desk…. Suddenly, with one swift motion, I grabbed Sherri’s arms and clasped them behind her back. Sherri then felt cold steel around her wrists as handcuffs were locked around them.

“Claire! What…I mean…” I smiled. “And now to do this right.” I unbuttoned Sherri’s jacket, pushing it down around her arms and exposing the sheer beige shell she wore underneath. I played with her nipples through the fabric, first with my fingers and then with my tongue until the material over Sherri’s breasts was quite see-through. Sherri moaned softly at first, then a bit louder. I then took a pair of scissors and a scarf out of my desk. When Sherri saw what she was about to do, her eyes widened. “No, Claire! Please! I don’t mmmphh…” Her last words were muffled as I pushed the scarf into her mouth and tied it behind her head. Sherri was pretty helpless now, and she knew it. She whimpered softly as I cut through the thin material of her shirt, pushing it back and exposing the white lace bra underneath.

“You’re lucky, Sherri. This bra opens in the front.” I opened the bra and began fondling Sherri’s large, beautiful breasts in earnest, taking them in handfuls and pressing the nipples into my mouth. When I tongued both nipples at once, Sherri went crazy. Her hips gyrated against my legs. “Hmmm…we may need a bit more space.” I forced Sherri to stand, and cleared off a space on her desk. I pushed Sherri down onto it so that she lay spread out, arms above her head. I began running my hands slowly up and down Sherri’s nylon-covered legs. I almost went up to the place where they joined, then stopped teasingly, eliciting a groan from Sherri. “Do you want me to stop?” asked I her.

Sherri shook her head emphatically no. “Well then….” I said, “you’ll have to accept whatever I choose to do to you. Can you do that?” Sherri nodded. To her surprise, once she’d gotten over the initial shock of being cuffed and gagged, Sherri found she was getting quite aroused. I continued my torturous passage up and down Sherri’s legs, getting a bit closer to the juncture each time. I stopped abruptly. I moved closer to Sherri and Avcılar Escort Bayan grasped her skirt. Sherri, understanding what I wanted, raised her hips obediently to allow me to remove it. I did so very slowly and teasingly. Once the skirt was off, I stepped back to get a good look at this beautiful woman. Sherri had a nice body, with large breasts and a small waist. It was obvious that she worked out regularly. I moved to Sherri’s feet, removing the high heels she was wearing and massaging each foot a bit before moving on. I then worked the pantyhose down her legs and removed these as well. I was delighted to find that Sherri wore no panties under them.

“Now roll over onto your stomach,” I commanded. Sherri looked at her, wondering what would be next. “Do it!” I said forcefully. Sherri had no choice but to obey. She heard a drawer open and close, but could not see what I was doing. Then she felt a light slap on her bare ass. Then harder, and harder. It felt as though she was being whipped with some long, thin object. The slaps continued until Sherri’s bare bottom was quite red and sore, then I abruptly said, “Roll over.” Sherri did so, wincing at the pain in her ass, and saw that the offending object was a ruler. She had little time to see anything else though, because I suddenly pushed three fingers into Sherri’s wet pussy.

I was surprised at how wet Sherri was, and felt glad that I was enjoying her punishment. Sherri gasped as I began finger-fucking her, using her thumb to stimulate Sherri’s sensitive clit. Just when she was on the verge of climax, though, I stopped.

“I’ve been doing all these things for you…isn’t it about time you did something for me, Sherri dear?” I pulled Sherri off the desk and gestured for her to kneel in front of me on the floor. I then quickly removed my own skirt, pantyhose, and panties and straddled Sherri’s face. Sherri, quite aroused herself by this time, began to lick and suck at my cunt and clit. Her mouth covered my pussy and, like a lover, she began to french kiss it.

Her tongue probed into the mouth of my cunt. Her tongue was exploring my pussy, teasing and caressing my clit. She put a finger into me, as my mouth let out a little gasp, as her tongue found my clit and began to suck on it. I felt two of her fingers slide into me, thrilling me. I mumbled some sort of encouragement, muffled by her pussy humping my face. The triple stimulation of her tongue and two fingers took me higher and higher. She took my clit into her mouth, sucking it, licking, and caressing it with her tongue.

As my orgasm washed over my body, waves of incredible pleasure hitting my cunt, my hips thrust hard against her hand and face, I tired to concentrate, but my orgasm won over me, pressing my cunt hard to her face. I rubbed my freely flowing pussy all over her face. I could feel her tongue trying to catch every drop of my juice. In her passion, she reached up and roughly grabbed my blouse, and tired to pull me down to her level. Her roughness was induced by her need to cum, and I knew this. As I was still gasping from my own intense orgasm. I eased her onto her back and prised open her legs.

My mouth once again found her clit. Two fingers slid easily into her saturated but unsated cunt. I licked, I sucked, and I finger fucked her. I could feel her legs closing around my head, and I could faintly hear her begin to moan more loudly. I wanted to please her the same way she had pleased me, even more if that was possible. Her hips worked up and down to meet the thrusts of my fingers. Her hips swivelled back and forth to enhance the actions of my tongue on her clit. “Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh, don’t stop…. it feels so good…oh, right there!” became her mantra of pleasure. Then she came for me. Her hips thrust up hard and froze. I could actually feel her cunt muscles contracting around my fingers. Her hot juice gushed out, coating my hand. Her clit hardened under my tongue. Her breath came to a stop as she became frozen in time and pleasure. Then she simply melted into a limp body below me. I pulled my fingers from her and licked them clean. I turn back around and lay next to her, partially draped over her.

The tension had built up for so long she almost couldn’t stand it when she finally got release. We lay on the floor for a few moments, exhausted by their efforts, and then I sat up and reached for my desk. I unlocked the handcuffs and removed the gag, then looked over at Sherri.

“I hope I wasn’t too rough…I know I surprised you.” Sherri blushed, aware she couldn’t hide the excitement she had felt.

“I didn’t mind…I liked it!” she said.

“Good,” I smiled, pulling on her clothes.

“I think it’s time for us both to go home.”

“But what about my shirt?” Sherri protested.

“That’s your problem,” I laughed as she walked out the door. She buttoned her jacket over the remains of her torn blouse. As she left my office, she thought over the interesting evening.

“Well, one thing’s for sure,” I said to myself, “I certainly won’t mind working late anymore!!”

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It was a Friday night, and I didn’t have any plans. I’m not dating anybody right now, I’m far too busy with school, and so is my older sister, Corey. She’s a freshman in university and I’m trying to finish out high school. We’re very close to each other and as sisters we share a large closet together, trading outfits and shirts often. We’re very similarly sized, which is wonderful (it’s like having twice as many clothes). We’re both petite, slim girls with gentle curves and skin. Corey has slightly larger breasts than I do, but I don’t mind so much. I’m a 32B and she’s a 32C, and we’re both about 5’2″.

“Taylor! Hurry up, the movie is starting.”

Oh! I almost forgot. What was I doing up here again? Oh, that’s right, I was putting my PJ’s on for the movie.

“Be right there!”

I unzipped my jeans and removed my shirt, taking a quick glance at myself in the mirror. I quickly located my PJ’s and slipped them on and ran to the basement. It was dark, lit only by the TV.

“Sorry, I was putting on my pajamas,” I said.

“Well, the movie is about to start,” my Mother said.

“Oh, man, what kind of garbage do we have lined up tonight?” I asked.

My Dad had his arm around my Mom on one side of the L shaped couch. “It’s called ‘Stay Alive’, and it features that ‘Malcolm in the Middle’ kid,” he said. We have a Friday night tradition of watching stupid horror movies together. I look forward to it all week.

“Sounds like a winner!” I said, and crawled to the other side of the couch with Corey. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” Corey said. “Can’t wait. They play this video game together, and get sucked into it, or something. And if you die in the video game – you die in real life!”

We all laughed. “Well, let’s get this show started,” my Dad said as he pressed play.

“Here, it’s cold, get under the blanket with me,” Corey said, handing me a corner.

I nodded and pulled the blanket over me, nestling close to Corey. I glanced over at her and smiled. Good lord, she is gorgeous. She was in her pajamas, too, wearing the kind of top that buttons up – just like I am. She’s adorable.

“Thanks,” I said. She took my hand and gave it a little squeeze. I squeezed back and put my head on her shoulder.

I’ve dated my fair share of guys and I don’t consider myself a homosexual, but I have to admit it’s something that crosses my mind often enough. I mean, c’mon, guys are gross. Girls are pretty. We can all agree on that, right?

Corey has darker skin than I do, which makes sense to me since she’s more outgoing than I am. I guess I spend a bit more time indoors than she does. We were still holding hands, and I put my other hand on top of hers. She laughed, and put her other hand on top. Naturally, this produced a quick tickle fight that lasted until my Mom told us to quiet down and pay attention to the movie. We laughed, and were both breathing heavy. Corey gave me a big hug and snuggled in to me, both of her arms still around me.

The movie was moving along, silly as expected, and that ‘Malcolm in the Middle’ kid was as mediocre as ever. Corey and I were laughing together with most of the dialogue. Corey adjusted and rested her hand on my stomach, slowly tickling my skin. I gasped a little bit. She nestled her head into my shoulder more, and continued lightly brushing her fingertips on my stomach.

Oh boy. What is she doing? This feels far too nice. Her hand slowly, slowly made larger circles, pushing my pajama top aside where needed, to completely expose my navel. I pulled the blanket higher up, and whispered to Corey, “What are you doing?”

She smiled and whispered back, “You have really nice skin, Tay Tay.”

Her fingertips rose, going up my stomach, my ribs, nearly touching my bra and then back down. I gasped, again. Yeah, this feels far too nice. She’s my sister. And I’ve never done anything like this with a girl. Maybe it’s innocent, I thought, and there’s nothing sexual about it.

She flattened her hand and used her entire palm to slowly explore my skin. She went from the hem of the bottom of my pajama pants to the wire of my bra, over and over. It was divine. The slow sensuality of it all was something I’ve never felt. The guys I’ve been with were quick, rough, and clumsy. She removed her hand, and I felt a yearning for it to return, until I felt the bottom button of my pajama top being unbuttoned. I drew in a quick breath. Esenyurt Escort Bayan She continued to the next button. My right arm was over her back, resting on her thigh, and I tightened my grip. She giggled and slowly removed the rest of the buttons, then carefully pushed the shirt apart.

“Wha- what are you doing, Corey?” I whispered.

“Aw, c’mon sis…” she replied.

I glanced over to see my Mom and Dad still snuggled together in the dark watching the movie intently. Corey returned to using her fingertips to brush my stomach.

I turned to the TV, attempting to pay attention to the movie. One of the characters said something ridiculous, followed by one of them being trampled by a horse drawn carriage. We all laughed together, and while we were laughing Corey moved her hand and rested it on my left breast, over my bra. I literally yelped which made my Mom look over, still laughing, and then back to the screen.

Corey’s hand is on my breast. What is she doing?! I pulled the blanket higher, up to my neck. Her hand was still – not moving.

“Corey…”

She slowly put pressure on my breast with her fingers, forcing an almost audible moan from my throat. Slowly, painfully slowly, she massaged and caressed my breast.

“So soft…” Corey whispered.

I pulled her tighter, not realizing it. She pulled her hand back, and began to lightly brush the top of my breast with her fingertips, following the bra-line. I was breathing heavy now. She was delicately tracing my exposed breasts. I closed my eyes, feeling my face blush.

I think this is something I have secretly always wanted. Every day I catch myself staring at my sister, admiring her beauty and curves. More than once I touched myself to the thought of her lips, her body, and her eyes. But it was just a fantasy, something that could never come true. But here she was, her delicate fingertips teasing my breasts.

Every minute or so she would bring her hand down and again massage my whole breast, brushing her thumb over my nipple. It was heavenly. I have incredibly sensitive breasts, but no one has touched them like Corey is doing right now, and my bra is still on.

She removed her hand, her fingertips going up my neck, to my chin, and her finger resting on my lips. I closed my eyes, and brought her finger into my mouth. I couldn’t help it! I lightly sucked her finger for a second or so, before she took it out and brought her hand back to my breasts. She used the wet fingertip to again trace the outline of the bra on my exposed breasts. I moaned. Realizing I had just moaned, I opened my eyes and looked over to my parents. They didn’t seem to notice. Corey giggled, giving my breast a quick squeeze. Oh, this was so wrong. What am I doing?

Corey brought her hand between my breasts to the clasp on front. I gasped, realizing I had worn a front closure bra today. I drew a breath as Corey expertly unfastened my bra. I hugged her tighter, and she raised her hand and swept aside both cups of the bra to expose my breasts. I drew the blanket to my chin even more, glancing at my Mom and Dad to make sure they didn’t hear anything.

Corey let out a deep breath and rest her fingertips on my stomach again. She “walked” her fingers devastatingly slowly towards my left breast. Each “step” her fingers took killed me. The anticipation left me breathless – literally. She stopped her fingertips just shy of my breast, and adjusted herself and ran her fingers lightly underneath my breast. I took a huge, loud breath. My Dad looked over, with a puzzled face.

“You enjoying this movie that much, huh?” He said.

“Ah, haha,” I managed. “One of my favorites, for sure.”

Corey raised her head, “Absolutely.” Her hand continued to sweetly caress the bottom of my breasts. “We should buy this one.”

I saw Dad smile and turn to the movie again. I turned my head to meet Corey’s in the dark. Her green eyes were sparkling. She gave me the sexiest smile I think I have ever seen, and with our eyes locked she moved the palm of her hand over my entire breast. I took in a large breath, quietly, and maintained eye contact. She leaned towards me, brushing her lips across mine, fluttering her eyelashes, and whispered, “Shhh….” She returned her head to my shoulder, and I sank further into the couch. Good lord.

Her hand massaged my breast gently. I closed my eyes, Avcılar Escort Bayan relishing in this moment. She grazed her fingertips over my nipple, forcing me to shudder in pleasure. My nipples were slightly erect, and her small circles around them were more than I could take.

“Corey…” I said.

She adjusted her hand and focused her attention on my right breast. I should hire her, I thought, to do this to me every night. I am in heaven. Her finger went up my neck and to my lips, again, and I drew it in quickly. Rolling my tongue around her finger, I savored the taste of it. She withdrew it, and brought her hand back under the blanket. I gasped with anticipation and moaned when her wet finger made contact with my nipple. Again, I glanced over to see if Mom or Dad heard, and when I confirmed that they hadn’t, I took my left hand and put it over Corey’s hand and pushed it into my breast. She gasped, and began to roughly knead my breast. Oh, God, her massaging the softness of my full breasts felt so incredible. I removed my hand and rest it on my stomach.

Was this happening? I couldn’t believe I was doing this – with my sister. But I had never been so turned on in my life, I couldn’t deny it. I was melting in her arms. She slowed her kneading down and made small circles around my nipples again. My right hand on her thigh started moving, rubbing. My left hand drifted, almost without me knowing, down and between my legs. My pussy was wet with desire. I turned my head and buried it in my sister’s hair. Her brunette hair smelled amazing, and I lightly kissed it. My left hand was gliding across my pussy from over my pajamas. Corey lightly pinched my nipple, and I squirmed, my hand putting more pressure between my legs. I moaned. God, this felt incredible. I can’t stop my fingers. I can’t stop them.

I heard movement to my left, and I jumped and looked to see my Mom and Dad stretching. Corey did not remove her hand from my breast.

“Well, that was a pretty good one!” My Dad said. “I’ll have to add that to the list.”

“Mmm,” my Mother added. “Well, I’m beat. We’re gonna head up to bed girls.”

I tried to act normal, as if my sister wasn’t feeling me up. As if I had paid attention to the movie. Corey toyed with my nipple playfully. My eyes fluttered with pleasure.

“Okay, Mom,” Corey said. “We’re probably going to stay down here a little longer and watch some TV.”

My heart jumped. Corey slid her hand to my stomach and rubbed me softly.

“Alright, sweetie,” My Dad said. “I’ll switch it to TV. Comedy Central, I’m guessing?”

“Yup,” Corey said. “Probably watch some re-runs of South Park.”

Dad laughed. “Naturally. Well, don’t stay up too late girls.”

And with that he was off. We were alone. I didn’t move. Corey was still softly moving her hand across my navel.

After a minute, she adjusted how she was sitting and stretched out across the sofa, with her arms open for me to lie with her. I watched her for a second. Her sweet smile was so inviting and her flawless breasts rose and fell beautifully with her breathing. I leaned forward and lay back with her, keeping the blanket over us both. We lay there in each other’s arms for a minute or so. Her hand was stroking my head and my hair. I could feel her heartbeat, and the whole length of her body pressing against mine.

She adjusted me so that I was lying on my back and she climbed on top, straddling me. She looked me in the eye, her emerald eyes sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.

“Taylor,” She whispered. I looked in her eyes. I gave a quick smile. I was nervous. I was aroused. I wanted nothing more than to continue where we had left off. But I was hesitant. We shouldn’t. We really shouldn’t.

She raised both of her hands, brushing them up my stomach to my breasts. With our eyes still locked, I drew in a large breath as she placed both of her hands on my breasts, lightly squeezing their softness.

I closed my eyes and moaned.

“Corey,” I let out. “…More…”

Her hands tenderly kneaded my sensitive breasts, expertly manipulating them. She moved her head to my neck; her breath was warm on my skin. I felt her breasts pressing on my own. My left hand wandered, again, to lie between my legs. I could feel the warmth of my arousal. My fingers began to stroke my pussy.

I moaned louder as I felt Corey’s lips on the skin of my neck. Soft, light kisses paraded my neck. I pressed harder against my pussy and turned my head, moaning in pleasure. Using her tongue she deeply kissed the small of my neck. Corey’s kisses began to lower, crossing my collarbone to the tops of my breasts. I drew a deep breath of anticipation of her lips on my breasts, but Corey was a master of teasing. Her tongue and lips took a path directly between my breasts. I could feel her cheeks brush against my breast and I squirmed. Corey’s fingers lingered on my nipples, as she raised her head and kissed the underside of my left breast. Oh. My. God. Her tongue traced the bottom of my breast. I jumped. I was writhing. This felt so amazing. How did she know I adored to be touched there? I took my right hand and placed it on the back of Corey’s head.

Her tongue continued to tease the bottom of my breasts. My small pink nipples were aching to feel the wetness of her lips. My left hand found its way under my pajama bottom and I began to masturbate over my panties. Oh God, I have never felt this incredible. A deep, erotic feeling began to build in me.

Corey’s tongue began to make large circles around my nipple, slowly drawing closer to the center, forcing a loud moan from my lips. When her tongue reached my erect nipple, I pressed her head into my breast with my right hand. She took my nipple in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. I almost fainted. I moaned, louder, and my left hand was furiously masturbating my pussy. My hips were rotating, grinding into my fingers.

Corey went from sucking, to licking, to kissing, to blowing on my nipples. It was divine; moving from one to the other, her hand always fondling the other breast. I closed my eyes.

“Corey…”

She raised her head. “What is it my love…”

“Corey… I’m going to come…” I moaned. I’m so embarrassed.

I heard her giggle. “Let it out, Taylor. Come for me.”

Hearing that put me over the top. She returned her head to my breasts, licking and sucking on them. I could feel her hair on my skin, tantalizing me. I bit my lip, feeling Corey swirl her tongue around my areola. My fingers were going up and down my vulva, my palm putting pressure on my clitoris. Corey flattened her stomach against my hand and pelvis. My orgasm was coming.

“Corey… No…”

Corey responded by swirling her tongue rapidly around my nipple and drawing it in to suck on. The swell of my orgasm rose inside of me. My hips grinding into my hand – Corey’s mouth on my breasts – the smell of Corey – the… wrongness of it all – it all rose to an extreme.

“Corey, I’m coming!” I said, as quietly as I could muster.

I began to tremble, pressing as hard as I could into my pussy. An intense, overwhelming feeling washed over me and I moaned. I wanted to scream. Wave after wave of pleasure hit me; this ecstasy was more than anything I had ever felt. My toes curled and my knees shook.

“Oh, Corey….” I let out, still shaking and trembling as more waves hit. Corey did not let up and continued to suckle on my breasts. My right hand pressed her mouth hard into my breast. My mind was blank, completely engulfed in my orgasm.

Slowly, I came down. My breathing was heavy, my chest heaving up and down. Corey slowly licked my nipple for a couple seconds and then released my breast and brought her lips up to mine. I met her lips with enthusiasm, ready for an intense kiss, but she was soft and light. It was a kiss full of love and respect. I realized immediately that this was our first kiss. My breathing slowed, and our lips and tongues danced carefully in the darkness of the basement. I brought my arms around her and brought her petite frame as close to mine as I could get, once again feeling her perky breasts upon my own. I released from the kiss, and lightly traced her lips with the tip of my tongue. She giggled.

“Corey… I…”

She stopped me, looking in my eyes. “Taylor, that was… beautiful.”

I blushed, looking away.

“Corey,” I said. “That was the most intense… well… Uhm…”

She buried her head in my neck, hugging me dearly. I pulled the blanket up further to cover us. I stroked her brunette hair softly.

“I love you, sis.” She said.

I smiled. “And I’m in love with you, sis.”

We fell asleep in the dark, cuddled together, lit only by the warm glow of the TV.

[Hope you enjoyed this. My editor bailed on me so this is pretty rough, but I think it turned out okay. Please leave a comment or response as that will help me determine whether or not I should continue this story or not. Thank you!]

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Simon Pendelton Ch.1

Unless stated otherwise, all characters are over the age of 18.

August ’08

“But I don’t want to move!!!” screamed Cindy. “I’m just starting my junior year!”

This was going to turn out to be one of Cindy’s major tantrums. Her mom, Mary Pendelton, had just informed her and her son, Simon that they would be moving to Minnesota.

“I’m sorry honey, but we don’t have a choice. I either had to accept the transfer or I would lose my job.” Mary said. She looked at her seventeen year old daughter pleadingly. “Please don’t act like this. It’s going to be hard on all of us. I mean, look at your brother. This will be his senior year.” Mary glanced at her eldest child. Simon had just turned eighteen back in June. He looked a lot like his father.

“It’s ok, Ma.” Simon spoke softly. Yelling would do no good. “I don’t like this either, but there’s no choice. We move or we may end up on the street. Can’t say I want to leave Phoenix, but maybe it’s the change we need.” He glanced at his sister.

“I hate you both!!” Cindy stormed upstairs and slammed her door.

“Damn it, Cindy.” Mary was getting frustrated. She headed for the stairwell.

“Hey. ” Simon blocked the stairs from his mom. “I’ll go talk to her. You stay here and try to relax.” Simon turned around and bound up the stairs. Mary watched him go. Simon had had to become a man so quickly, she almost couldn’t believe it.

After Mary’s husband left her three years ago for a younger woman, she thought everything was over. For two months, she was an emotional wreck. But when she came out of her depression, her little boy had taken over. The discipline he had learned from the previous five years of kung fu aided him in keeping the house in order. Simon took care of everything, from the bills to his sister and mother. Now he was Mary’s rock.

She feared the day he would finally leave. She didn’t want to hold him back. She had done enough of that all ready. The only thing he had continued doing was kung fu. Everything else was just detritus, washed out to the sea. Mary sat down and cried a little more.

*****

“Hey sis.” Simon knocked on Cindy’s bedroom door. “Can I come in?” A muffled Go away was all he heard.

“Come on Cin.” She hated that nickname. “Let’s talk.”

He waited a few minutes until he heard the door unlock. Simon opened the door in time to see his sister hop back onto her bed. He walked over to her desk and sat down in the chair.

“You want to tell me what’s wrong?” he asked.

“No.” Cindy pouted. “I just don’t want to go.”

“I feel the same way. All of our friends are here. We know this place. It’s safe for us, despite everything that has happened.” He looked down at his hands. “It’s like that one song by Van Halen. Nothing stays the same but change. Eventually, we would have moved. Whether I would have left after graduation, or both of us, or all of us, it would have happened. The rock that resists the waters flow is eventually worn away. But the leaf that floats along the surface experiences new and wondrous travels.”

“You and your fucking Zen shit. Does Confucius have a saying for everything?” Cindy looked up and smirked at her brother. God, she thought, if only he weren’t. . .

“Probably, but I’ll have to consult my book of ‘1,001Quotes of Confucius for Everyday Use’.” He smiled back at her. “You should go apologize to Mom and start packing.”

“Okay.” She hopped off her bed and hugged her brother. “We can do this.” They turned and left the room.

*****

It took them about a week to pack up the house. The realtor would let them know if and when the house was sold. After three days of driving, they arrived at their new house in Moorhead Minnesota. It was a nice two story home near the high school. It also had a basement that was partially converted into an apartment. Simon got to claim the basement, much to Cindy’s disappointment. But it gave him space for a work out area for when it got cold later in the year.

A few days later, Simon was getting restless. He changed into a jogging suit, grabbed his headphones and iPod, and was heading out.

“Mom?” he yelled.

“What, honey.” She yelled back.

“I’m going to head over and check out the high school. I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Alright. Don’t be gone too long. Love ya.”

“Love ya too, ma.”

Simon jogged off towards the high school. He had his iPod set on shuffle and was listening to Danzig’s Twist of Cain when he arrived. He didn’t know what it was but heavy metal always seemed to calm him down. Most people seemed to get more excited, but not him. He jogged around the school a few times to get the lay out before heading back home.

Instead of going inside, he went around back into the yard. It was a nice sized yard considering the area. The most notable feature though was the massive oak tree. It was situated right between their yard and their neighbor’s. A wood fence ran from the back of the garage almost up to the tree. But the tree was too large, so the fence was shoddily finished with a chain link escort kağıthane addition. Simon’s mom had mentioned that all the previous owners of both properties preferred that the tree remain. Simon thought that was cool. It was a little bit of harmony in a very unharmonious world.

Simon crossed the yard to the tree. Under its branches, Simon took off his shirt and began a form of meditation techniques known as Tai Chi. One form flowed to the next as Simon’s consciousness was swept away.

*****

Jodi Holden was just getting dressed when the new neighbor boy walked into his back yard. One of Jodi’s bedroom windows looked out over the neighbor’s backyard. She had seen the new boy a few times but this was her first real look. He took off his shirt and Jodi gasped. Oh my God, she thought. He is sooo hot. The closest word she could come up with to describe him was chiseled. He looked to be around 5’8″ tall with almost no body fat. The only hair she saw, from the waist up any ways, was some dark stubble on his head like he had shaved it before. She was mesmerized as he moved slowly from one form to another. He was so graceful, it seemed impossible.

Absentmindedly, Jodi’s right hand drifted towards her breast. She slowly caressed her nipple through her bra. She had never felt this way before. No boy had ever affected her this way. Well not by mere sight at least. The sensations from her nipple traveled down her spine. It took her a minute to realize that she was rubbing herself over her panties as well.

She quickly turned away from the sight. Holy crap!!! she thought. She couldn’t believe it. She ceased her self-petting in order to gain control of herself. After several deep breaths, she had calmed down enough to turn back around. The boy was looking around as if he sensed something. Surprisingly, he looked up at her window. She wasn’t sure if he could see her, but for a moment, their eyes met. He then looked away.

“I hope he still goes to school.” she said quietly.

“What was that honey?” Jodi quickly turned around. Jodi’s mom had walked through the doorway with some laundry.

“Nuh-nothing.” Jodi fumbled her robe closed. “Just talking to myself.” When she looked back out the window, he was gone.

*****

Tuesday was the first day of school. Simon walked to school a little early. Cindy said she would have driven them, but he liked walking. He was wearing his favorite Disturbed t-shirt, a pair of black jeans and his black shoes.

“Can I help you?” The lady spoke as Simon entered the school office.

“Hi. My name is Simon Pendelton. ” he said.

“Oh yes. I’m Mrs. Patterson. I’ll be your counselor this year. Why don’t you come into my office so we can set up your schedule.” Mrs. Patterson gestured towards her door and Simon followed.

After exiting her office, Mrs. Patterson stopped Simon.

“Just to show that we’re not as cold as our winters, I’ve gotten a student to help show you around the school. He should be here soon. Ah. . . there he is. Freddie? Come here and meet Simon. He just moved here from Arizona. “

Simon turned to see his clone, or at least a reasonable facsimile thereof. The boy was about his height, but a little on the chubby side. The sides of his head were shaved but the top was grown out long and dyed black. He also had some pox mark scaring on his face. He was wearing some torn up jeans, a well used Misfits shirt, and some steel toed boots.

“Sup dude. Name’s Frank Krueger, but everyone just calls my Freddie because I’m so pretty.” He held out his hand.

“Nice to meet you. ” Simon shook Freddie’s hand.

“Ow! Fuck dude. You’ve got one hell of a grip. Now I won’t be able to jerk off tonight.” Freddie shook out his hand with humorously pained expression.

“Frank.” Mrs. Patterson looked at Freddie. “Watch your language.”

“Sorry Mrs. P.” he grinned. “I’ll be good.” He turned to Simon. “So let’s see your class sheet and get you going.” They exited the office.

*****

Freddie told Simon to meet him for lunch. After purchasing his food, Simon searched around the area. A swath of darkness caught his eye. Within that swath was a wildly flailing arm.

“Dude, how’s it going so far?” Freddie said. “Meet the Ragged Refuse. This is Sam, Leslie, and Doofus. . . I mean Derek. Everyone, this is Simon.”

“Sit and spin dick-spank.” The big man Freddie called Doofus/Derek flipped him off.

“Can’t we at least be called something cooler?” Leslie, a cute brunette, spoke up. “The Ragged Refuse sucks.”

“So, where ya from?” the tall blond guy named Sam asked.

“Phoenix. My mom got transferred up here. So it was move, live on the streets, or live with my dad. My preferences descend . . .” Simon stopped speaking as his attention was drawn elsewhere.

It was like a scene from a movie. Everything was in slow-mo. The camera, starting at the feet, slowly panned upwards. It began with a pair of nicely shaped legs, which converged at pair of tight denim shorts. The camera continues up to a way too small white t-shirt wrapping itself around a beautiful escort nişantaşı set of breasts. But those gave way to a gorgeous face set with two fabulous blue eyes, surrounded by a frame of shoulder length red hair. Simon could do nothing but stare. Forever.

“Oh. You noticed her.” Leslie fumed. “Miss Thang does that to every guy in school even the teachers.” Leslie spotted the other two guys staring as well. “Even those who already have girlfriends.” She punched Sam on the shoulder.

“Sorry hon.” Sam said sheepishly. “Had to see what the fuss was about. Besides, look at poor Simon. I think his brain shut down. Well . . . at least the top one anyways.”

“Who?” was all Simon could say.

“That would be the captain of the volleyball team, the one and only Miss Jodi Holden.” Freddie flourished a bow in her direction. “At least I’m assuming that’s who you mean. The other one is the lunch lady, Miss Beeks.”

“Damn.” Simon shook his head to clear it. “That has got to be demonic because God would never let that out of Heaven and Satan’s just the kind of prick who would.”

“I told you she was evil.” said Leslie.

“I’d be willing to turn to the dark side if I could get one of those.” Derek spoke around his food.

“Dude, when you stand up, we all turn to the dark side cause you block the Sun.” snickered Freddie.

“Hey fuck you man!” Derek tried to stand quickly but decided not to prove Freddie’s point.

Simon just stared. He had never seen anyone as beautiful as her. She turned in his direction and briefly caught his eye before he could turn away and sit. Jodi he thought. The rest of the day passed in a blur.

*****

“Who’s the gawker?” Sasha, one of Jodi’s friends since elementary school, looked over at Simon. “He might be cute if he could close his mouth.”

Jodi turned to look. Her eyes briefly caught his before he looked away and sat. Her heart skipped a beat. Then a second one before it restarted.

Jodi gasped. “Oh my God, it’s him.”

Vera, another of her friends, looked up. “You mean the stud that moved in next door? The guy you’ve been drooling over these past couple of days?” She spotted him. “Pass the napkin. I need to clean up my own drool.”

“Dibs!” Sasha yelled.

“What do you mean dibs?” Jodi scowled. “I saw him first so if anyone has dibs, it’s me.”

“Yeah, but you’re already dating Evan so you’re disqualified.” Sasha smirked.

“Not for much longer if he keeps pushing it. All he wants to do is get in my pants.”

“I can’t blame him there.” Sasha smiled. “It’s been a week since I’ve been in your pants and I can’t wait to get back.” She reached over and pinched Jodi’s butt eliciting a yelp from her.

“Jesus! You insatiable little nymph.” Jodi smiled as well, thinking back.

“Speaking of Jodi’s pants, how about a sleepover this weekend. You can introduce us to your neighbor.” Vera continued to look at Simon.

“I haven’t even said hi to him myself yet.” Jodi squirmed.

“WHAT??? You’ve got a ‘Hottie McHottie’ living next door and you haven’t even met him yet?” Sasha feigned a surprised look on her face. “We have got to fix this.”

“Oh no, I don’t need you guys embarrassing me in front of him.” Jodi glanced back up at him and saw Evan heading her way. “Ix-nay on the ottie-hay!” she whispered loudly.

“What’s going on ladies?” Evan Anderson, captain and star of the basketball team, walked over and sat down. “Talking about me again?”

“Nope. Just setting up a get together at Jodi’s this weekend.” Sasha piped up looking at Jodi.

“Cool. Can I come?” Evan smiled like the cat that ate the bird.

“Not a chance. Girls only.” Vera stood up. “We better get to class.”

“Come on, Honey. I thought we’d have a little alone time this week end.” Evan pouted. “You know. You, me, a little bow-chicka-bow-wow.” Evan put his arms around Jodi.

“Not now, Evan. I’ve got to go.” Jodi pushed him away. She looked around but the new guy was gone. “I’ll call you later.”

“Yeah. Whatever.” Evan stalked off.

*****

Simon was leaving the school when he spotted his sister in the parking lot.

“Hey Cindy!” he shouted. “Wait up!” He jogged over to her car.

“What?” Cindy stood by the door of her ’99 Toyota Corolla.

“What? I can’t say hi? I haven’t seen you all day and this is the attitude I get?” he pouted but could only hold it for a few seconds before smiling again. “Plus, I’d like a ride home if that’s ok.”

“I suppose since we’re going the same direction.” She grinned.

“And who might this delectable little morsel be? You neglected to tell me you had a girlfriend already, Simon.” Freddie came sauntering up behind Simon.

“She’s not my girlfriend, dumbass. This is my younger sister, Cindy. Cindy, this overdramatic jackass is Freddie.”

“Greetings and salutations my dear.” Freddie once again made a flourishing bow. “I am enchanted and delighted to meet you.”

“Overdramatic is putting it lightly, I think. More ‘Shatnerish’ if I were to label it.” Cindy did smile though, with a osmanbey escort slight blush.

“When one is as pretty as I, one is required to speak with a silver tongue.” Freddie smiled at Cindy.

“More like a forked tongue.” said Simon.

“Any-who. What are you up to this weekend? I know where a party is going down.” Freddie asked.

“Sorry. We’ll have to rain check. We still have some unpacking and settling in to do.” Simon said.

“Your loss. If you change your mind, you’ve got my number.” Turning to Cindy, he said “You can also have my number, in case there is anything you would like to do to me. . . I mean, together.” He smiled and handed a slip of paper to Cindy. Cindy simply blushed more.

“See ya later.” Simon got into the car shaking his head.

“Bye.” Freddie spun around and left.

“He seems nice.” Cindy continued watching Freddie.

“He’s ok. Just watch yourself. He does have a silver tongue.” Simon said.

Cindy just smiled.

*****

“So you’ve been living next to this guy for a couple of weeks and you haven’t made any kind of move toward him?” Vera sat on Jodi’s bed. The cute blond was wearing a long t-shirt and a pair of skimpy white panties. It had taken little time for them to find out his name: Simon Pendelton.

Jodi just looked embarrassed. She had watched Simon a few times as he exercised in his back yard. She had even masturbated once while thinking about him. She thought for sure the whole block had heard her scream from that orgasm.

“I just don’t know what to do around him. It’s weird. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I mean, even with Evan, I wasn’t this uncomfortable around a guy. There’s just something about him.” Jodi turned and looked out her window towards Simon’s house.

“Uh, oh.” Sasha crawled up behind Jodi. “I think someone has had her first experience with love at first sight.” Sasha reached down into the front of Jodi’s sweatpants. “Damn. Just thinking of him has gotten you soaked. Mmmm, yummy.” Sasha licked her fingers after pulling them out.

“Oh, geez.” Jodi shuddered at Sasha’s touch. “You need to stop doing that.”

“Why? I know you like it.” Sasha shoved her hand back down Jodi’s pants and started to rub the front of her under wear. “I bet you wish I was Simon, don’t you. I bet you wish it was his hand that was rubbing you.” Sasha’s other hand moved up to Jodi’s breast. She started to rub Jodi’s nipple.

“Oh God! Don’t stop!” Jodi squeezed her eyes shut due to the immense pleasure.

Sasha rubbed vigorously over Jodi’s panty covered clitoris and pinched her nipple. Jodi began to wiggle against her. Sasha knew what would send Jodi over the top. She began slowly licking up Jodi’s neck. Jodi peeked as Sasha nibbled her earlobe.

“Ooooooooo!!!! Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Jodi yelped in orgasm and collapsed to her knees.

“Now that’s not fair.” Vera took off her shirt. “You’re not supposed to start without me.”

Vera pressed herself up against Sasha. She kissed her friend fiercely. Their tongues battled back and forth between their mouths. Sasha broke the kiss and trailed her tongue down Vera’s neck to her chest. Vera’s breasts were a little on the small side, size 24A, but her nipples were extremely sensitive. One swipe from Sasha’s tongue and Vera was nearly panting.

“Oh please suck on them!” Vera begged. Sasha wrapped her lips around Vera’s right nipple and began sucking and licking it. Vera moaned happily. The real surprise came when Jodi started licking Vera’s left breast. “God, don’t you dare fucking stop!” Vera nearly screamed.

Sasha elbowed Jodi lightly. When Jodi turned, Sasha began lowering her hand down Vera’s stomach. Smiling, Jodi began to lower her hand down Vera’s back. Neither of them removed their mouths form Vera’s body. With a wink, Sasha entered Vera’s dripping pussy from the front with two fingers. Jodi, from behind, did the same. Vera would have screamed but no sound came out of her mouth.

Sensing the change in Vera’s body, Sasha moved back up to her mouth and plunged her tongue inside. A muffled scream was torn from Vera’s lungs as her body was overwhelmed in sensation. Sasha clasped her arm around her friend’s little waist before her legs could give out. They stood there for a few more seconds while Vera’s orgasm rode her like a bronco. Vera collapsed in a boneless heap onto the floor.

“That’s what you get for complaining.” Jodi whispered into her friend’s ear.

“Complain, complain, complain.” Vera said sleepily. She had a very satisfied smile on her face.

Jodi looked over at Sasha. “And as for you, little miss instigator.”

“What?” Sasha smiled angelically. “I swear I’m innocent of all charges, your honor. I had absolutely nothing to do with my friends collapsing in orgasmic bliss.” Sasha began sliding backwards to the head of Jodi’s bed. Despite the mock fear in her voice, her eyes glittered in anticipation.

“Fortunately for you, the court cannot show any mercy in this matter.” Jodi crawled from the foot of the bed towards Sasha. “You are guilty of corruption in the first degree.” Jodi slid up between Sasha’s spread legs. “Your punishment must be swift and decisive.” Jodi grabbed Sasha’s pink thong underwear and viciously pulled them down. Jodi stopped a few inches above Sasha’s steaming, hairless sex.

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I’m a straight guy, mid 30’s in reasonable shape, and I love woman. But there is something about a cock that makes me horny. Even when watching porn with my girlfriend, I can’t help but wonder what it must be like to have my mouth filled with a warm pulsating cock, to feel it thrusting in and out, to lick the shiny head and to experience the sensation of filling my mouth with hot salty sperm! For the past few months I’ve even been lurking on a local gay forum, and in the dead of night when I’m horny and by myself, I’ve jerked off to the images of cocks and videos of men fucking.

But fantasizing about man love and physically doing it are two very different things, and I was conscious of the fact that I may not like it, or perhaps I was worried that I would have liked it too much, so I had never acted on my fantasies. When opportunity came knocking though, I decided to throw caution to the wind and see what I was missing.

‘Hot-cock101’ from the gay forums I frequented had left a message in my inbox. Clicking on it revealed a smooth defined torso, mostly hairless. I was home alone and it was only 3pm, but working from home does have its advantageous so without even thinking about it, I pulled my already hardening cock out and slowly started to stroke myself as I read on.

“My there. My name is Gavin and I saw from your profile that you were looking to experiment a little. I’ve sent you some pics, maybe you could send some of you to me. I’m available most afternoons and some evenings so let me know okay?”

I clicked on the next photo, and there in all its glory was a picture of Gavin’s soft uncircumcised cock. I couldn’t help but be impressed at its size already, at least 4 or 5 inches soft; I even started to salivate a little at the thought of putting it in my mouth and feeling it grow. At this point my cock head was wet with pre-cum, and I was stroking away pretty feverishly. I clicked on the last photo and within a second or two was brought right to the edge! The picture was real close up of Gavin’s (I hoped anyway) erect cock. I could see the veins that ran down his shaft, the glossy red head, and tip with just a drip of shiny pre-cum.

I quickly came and even after I was still hard for a while as I continued to stare at the picture. But like all good things that have to come to an end, I forced myself to look away and clean up, I still had work to do but those images remained with me for days.

About a week later my girlfriend Jenny announced that she was travelling on a business trip and would be away for two nights the following week. With the pictures of Gavin’s cock still firmly on my mind I couldn’t stop thinking about how fortuitous this seemed. I would have the house for two days to myself, and on top of that may even have a willing partner to experiment a little.

I straight away sent an email back to Gavin with a body shot of myself though I decided not to send a cock pic because even though Jenny constantly told me I was big enough, I didn’t want to take a chance and ruin what I was beginning to believe was a “sure thing”.

Message sent I almost held my breath for two days, and then, just 24 hours before my girlfriend left, I saw the message from Gavin. I have to be honest and say I was pretty nervous about opening it, both because he might have said “yes”, and because he may have said “no” as well. I clicked on his message and there was another picture of his cock, this time come his hand was grasping it tight and cum leaked from the end, dripping over his knuckles, the brief text below just read “see you Thursday at 7pm”. We mailed each other and agreed on the where. The die was set.

The next day took ages to get through. I tried to keep my mind on my work, but images of Gavin’s cock would flash through my mind and instantly I’d have a hard-on that needed attention. I managed to keep my hands off my cock the entire day but by 5pm I was desperate so I watched some porn and started jerking off. I only had straight porn and while escort otel I watched a blond chick being face fucked by two guys, I kinda hoped that was what was in store for my tonight, even if it was just one guy. I came all over myself, and rather than just clean up, I sat a few minutes feeling my cum on my fingers and rubbing it into my cock.

After a shower I shaved my cock and balls and dressed. It was now 6pm and I was anxious as can be. We had agreed to meet at a local mall and to decide on what to do from there. I didn’t want him coming to my place since he was a perfect stranger so was racking my brains on the drive over on what to do and where to go. By the time 7pm arrived, I was no closer to an idea and decided to just play it by ear.

I drove to our agreed meeting point, a small coffee shop in a quiet section of the mall. I quickly scanned the faces on entering but not seeing him I just grabbed a table. I ordered a cup of coffee from the waitress and settled in to wait. I desperately tried to put on a nonchalant air about me but inside I was twisted up in excitement, nervous energy and even a little bit of fear.

About 5 minutes later a good looking guy walked in, dressed in jeans and a plain black t-shirt. I didn’t recognise him right away, but he recognised me. He waved and started over towards me. Gavin was about my age, probably early 30’s. His hair was cut short and he had piercing blue eyes. He looked fairly well built, not muscle bound or anything like that, just trim and in good shape. He came over to my table and with a quiet “hi”, sat down. In all honesty this guy was pretty much exactly what I was looking for, seemingly laid-back and obviously just as nervous as I was.

We stared at each other for a second before a nervous grin got the better of me and I stretched my hand out to him and shook. I had another coffee while he ordered a fruit juice and we spent the time 15 minutes getting acquainted. Turns out he was sought of in my position as well, although he wasn’t living with anyone, he had a girlfriend who was important to him, but still wanted to let his gay side play around a bit.

He had only had one gay experience before, having given a guy a blowjob, but that was the total extent of it. This was fantastic news for me as it meant we would both be starting off at the same pace. The more we chatted the more I realised that he was perfect for my needs, and the harder my cock got. By the time we left, nearly an hour later, I was almost in pain from the aching my cock was going through.

We made our way to the parking level where it turned out he had parked pretty close to me. I was really nervous at this point. I figured that since he didn’t live with anyone, he would invite me back to his place, but I wasn’t sure if he would. We walked over to his car and stood awkwardly leaning on the car.

“So” he said, “what do we do now?”

I looked around us and realised for the first time that we were pretty much alone. There were very few cars around, and more importantly, there were no cameras. The deciding factor though was that it was pretty dark where we were, just light enough it see someone nearby.

“We could just hang out here for a while” I said.

Gavin looked around at the empty car park and obviously came to the same conclusions I had. Looking back at me he smiled in a nervous sought of way and nodded his head at me. In complete silence we stood that way for what seemed like ages. Finally I couldn’t take it any more and moved closer to him, and while staring directly into his eyes, reached over and put my hand to the front of his jeans. His cock was hard under my hand, obviously we were both feeling the same way. I started to gently rub the length of his cock as he briefly closed his eyes. Moving even closer to me he reached for my jeans and slowly pulled my fly down.

He hadn’t even touched me yet and already my stomach had tightened up and my breath was panting eagerly. Zip all the down he started to reach escort gecelik in, then suddenly stopped.

“Let’s got into my car” he whispered.

I could only nod my agreement, my mouth was dry and I hardly trusted myself to say anything. He walked around to the driver’s side and unlocked the door. Before climbing in he undid his jeans. Climbing in, he leant over and unlocked the passenger side. I opened the door and was about to get in when I felt his hand on the flat of my stomach, stopping me. I paused, wondering if maybe he had changed his mind, afraid he had changed his mind. Instead, I felt his hand undo the top button of my jeans, and then as they fell over my hips, his hot hand reached through my boxers and touched my cock; hot skin to hot skin.

How I never exploded right there and then I’ll never know, I can only thank my lucky stars I jerked off before coming out. The shivers that run up my body were indescribable, my back arched almost impossibly against his touch, and it was just a touch, a light touch, nothing more. A obscure thought popped into my mind that I should’ve brought a drink with because my mouth was so dry it was hard to breath. I stood there and let me run his hand over my hard shaft, my jeans around my ankles, my cocking sticking out through my boxers. It took a moment for me to register that he had stopped and was waiting expectantly.

I climbed into the car, closed the door and looked over to him. In the dim light I could still make him pretty clearly. Gavin inclined his seat and freed his erect cock from his underwear.

I reached over and touched the first cock other than my own. It was impossibly hard to the touch, yet somehow “giving” at the same time. And so smooth! He was also clean shaven and smelt just manly. I started rubbing the tip of his exposed cock, marvelling at the smoothness. Pre-cum oozed out and I longed to just touch the tip of my tongue to it. Gavin groaned a bit louder, then reached down and pulled his jeans to the floor. His cock stood there proudly, my eyes glued to it!

“Lick my cock” Gavin begged. I leaned over him and breathed the man smell in deep. My own cock was tight and rock hard, harder than I’ve ever been before. I grasped his hard penis and started to slowly stroke him up and down. He pushed his hips up, his cock touching my lips. Without thinking I opened my mouth up and accepted his thrust.

This moment will stay with me forever; my mouth open, filled with this velvet living member, my tongue swirling around the head while trying to suck and jerk him off and just devour him whole! His hand pressed down on the top of my head and his thrusting hips pushing his cock deeper into my mouth.

“Oh my fuck, suck it harder, take it deeper!” Gavin moaned loudly.

I was loving this, I felt like the world’s biggest slut, I just wanted his beautiful cock to fill me up more, hell, I would’ve sucked a million cock right there and then. I pulled him out of my mouth and started to lick his shaft, long, wet slurpy licks, and couldn’t help moan deeply as if it was my cock being worked on. I took the glistening head in my mouth and jerked him off frantically, my tongue flicking at the head the whole time. I tasted and swallowed what felt like buckets of pre-cum, I let his cock slip out of my mouth and rubbed it passionately over my face, I held his smooth shaven balls, sucking them into my mouth every time I licked down to the base of his cock.

“Wait” Gavin exclaimed breathlessly, “I want your cock”.

I sat sat up reluctantly, disappointed I couldn’t have more. Without pausing he threw himself onto my cock. The immediate effect of his hot breath and then mouth on my cock was like dynamite to my body, I almost exploded with this insane pleasure!

“Oh my God” I thought, “I wont last 10 seconds”. I did the same as he had, put my hands on his head and the pushed my hips up against him, all the while under my breath muttering “suck it down, suck my cock harder.. oh yes!”

As much as I escort türbanlı was enjoying his mouth on me, I just wanted his cock in my mouth.

“If you keep going like that I’m gonna cum” I whispered to him. He just grunted back at me and seemed to double his efforts. The entire time my cock was in his mouth was almost like a blur, all I knew was that it felt so damn amazing, like no other blow job ever, and that when I came I’d probably blow a blood vessel at the same time. But I didn’t want to come first so I physically lifted his head up and grabbed his cock.

“Tell me what you want” I whispered to him as I stroked him.

“I want to fuck your mouth, I want to fill you up with my cum” he muttered, his eyes half closed. I started to go back down on him, my mouth open and drooling in anticipation.

“Wait” he said. He opened his door and stepped out. I glanced around the parking lot for the first time, there could have been a crowd watching and I’d never had known; the lot was still quiet though, not a soul about.

“Come here” Gavin instructed.

He was standing at the door, his body cut in half by the car frame, just his legs and visibly pulsing, wet, glistening cock showing. I literally shuddered in thrilling anticipation. I scooted over, turned to face him with my legs out the car, my cock quivering along with his.

I reached up to grab it when he stopped me, “no hands, I want you to touch yourself” he whispered. I nodded and then simply opened my mouth while holding my cock.

He placed his hands on either side of my head and slowly brought his cock to my lips.

“Lick it.” Gavin instructed hoarsely.

I stuck my tongue out and licked it slowly like my favourite ice cream flavour. For the first time I could inspect his cock close up, really take my time and enjoy. I watched as I flicked at the underside of his cock head and smiled as it jumped. He took hold his cock and lifted it, allowing me to lick right down to his balls.

“Yes” he whispered, “lick it slut, lick my cock slut. You like it don’t you, you like my cock don’t you, you want this cock in your mouth.”

I couldn’t disagree at all, it was like I was under some sort of spell, his cock was all I lived for right then. He guided his cock to my hungry mouth, letting just the head in. I held it securely while he jerked himself off. His grunts and groans indicating the and was nearly there. He was now mumbling and I couldn’t make out anything, every now and again he would stop jerking off and slowly push his cock deep into my mouth; I gratefully accepted it, let it fill my mouth like I always imagined it would.

I was close to coming myself, I wanted to come at the same time he did. He pulled out again and started wanking into my face. He rubbed his cock all over my face, even slapping his dick on me like I did with Jenny, God I was loving this!

“Where do you want it?” he asked hoarsely.

In truth I wanted it everywhere, in my mouth, on my face, down my chest, everywhere, I was just a cum slut at that moment, if more guys had walked up and joined in, I wouldn’t have protested, just greedily sucked everyone dry. But at that moment I had a different plan.

“On my cock, and on yours.” I said.

He merely grunted his yes and I stood up. I rubbed my cock up against his, we were both so close that two or three seconds later it happened. That massive rolling build up just exploded. My back arched, I thrust my cock forward and violently come over his cock as he came over mine. I reached for his cock and gently milked his cum covered cock as he did mine.

The spell then broke. We giggled a little self-consciously and both climbed into the car and put clothes back on. In truth it was a little awkward. We sat there and little and talked about what it was like. I was more than a little curious as to what he thought about my technique, and I’m pretty proud to say he couldn’t stop talking about it. It was a fantastic experience, and I was totally honest with him, I wanted more.

We both agreed to do it again, but that’s a story for a later date.

One last thing though. It may seem strange but after that event, sex with Jenny has never been better.

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Chapter 9

It was 6:55 PM and Randy had been parked across from the mayor’s house for over an hour, just staring at the house. He couldn’t stop the butterflies as he reflected on his unimaginable circumstance. It wasn’t the sex that bothered him. That was the easy part. Even if he wasn’t really attracted to the women, he was sure he’d be able to satisfy his…customers.

“Are these women customers?” he thought. The word stuck in his throat and made him feel dirty. Is Ms. Figgis doing this for money? The thought made him feel sick. It wasn’t long ago that Randy had fantasized about melting the icy Ms. Figgis, making her feel desired and giving her a gift of passion. That was all gone now. Ms. Figgis wasn’t a lonely, repressed, good-hearted woman in need of a man’s attention; she was a bitter, sadistic, shrew who used men as she used a toilet.

Randy assumed that the women he was about to see were paying Ms. Figgis. A brief smile crossed his face as he thought, “Hey, maybe I’ll make a few bucks out of this.” The smile didn’t last long as his optimism was quickly replaced with feelings of betrayal. It hurt to be treated so badly by a woman he once respected.

The alarm sounded on Randy’s watch. It was time, and something told him that he shouldn’t be late. As he approached the front door, Randy remembered his only meeting with the mayor’s wife. It was at one of the plays that the high school had produced and she wasn’t exactly the warmest person in the world.

Mrs. Thompson was not the most attractive woman in town. She was in her mid 50s but that’s not what made her unattractive. It was her expressions. She always seemed to be in various states of anger or disappointment which made her face look harsh and weathered.

The walk to the front door was much shorter than Randy hoped. As he extended his arm to knock, the door jerked open. “Get in; quickly”, she demanded. Mrs. Thompson quickly closed the door and led him upstairs to the bedroom. So much for the small talk, Randy thought.

The bedroom was huge, highlighted by the biggest bed he’d ever seen. “Hurry up, my husband will be home at 8”, Mrs. Thompson barked as she removed her jewelry. Randy took a moment to check out Mrs. Thompson’s body. She was wearing a beige silk robe that showed off a nice ass and what seemed to be some fairly large breasts. Her curvy figure was unexpected, since she usually dressed in unflattering, business type attire.

Mrs. Thompson sat on the bed as Randy undressed. He stepped out of his shorts and stood in front of Mrs. Thompson, showing off his muscular body. “Hmm, I see why you got the job. Ms. Figgis always did have an eye for talent.” The word “job” rang in Randy’s ears and the feeling of betrayal returned.

Randy tried to put it out of his mind and began rubbing his cock. As it became hard, Mrs. Thompson opened her robe giving a glimpse of her soft breasts. They were larger than he imagined but not the inflated monstrosities that some of his trophy girlfriends carried.

Now things were picking up and Randy pointed his cock at her mouth. Mrs. Thompson pulled back and said, “Do I look like some sorority girl on spring break? You’re here for my pleasure, not yours. Now get busy.”

Mrs. Thompson laid back and pulled Randy’s head between her thighs. He got the not so subtle hint and began gently licking the outer fold of her pussy. “Mmmm, that’s nice,” she purred. Randy lightly traced his finger around the lips while he licked. Her hips began to move, inching closer to his face.

His tongue darted quickly inside her pussy, now trying to penetrate her with his tongue. Mrs. Thompson seemed to approve as she began to moan. Next she felt his finger slowly entering her; twisting, then withdrawing. His tongue moved up to her clit as his finger kept its pace, slowly entering, twisting and withdrawing

Randy quickened his pace, both the licking and the fingering, now adding a second finger to her dripping wet pussy. Two fingers thrusting and twisting inside her hot pussy. Mrs. Thompson ran her hands through his hair as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the intense feeling of having her pussy eaten. Randy’s free hand moved up her body and squeezed her full breast. Softly playing with it and rolling it around her chest.

Mrs. Thompson was riding the edge of an enormous orgasm. The powerful strokes of Randy’s fingers inside her hot pussy were so intense. The pressure built inside her with each stroke, now three fingers in constant motion, thrust, twist, withdraw. Every time the same, like a machine, sliding in his long fingers, twisting at the wrist and withdrawing.

“Fuck”, she gasped, trying to hold back her orgasm, not wanting the feeling to end. Randy felt her pussy clinching his mecidiyeköy eskort fingers, trying not to release. Her hips moving in time with his strokes, his hot breath on her clit, thrust, twist, withdraw; thrust, twist, withdraw; thrust, twist, withdraw.

“Cum for me!” Randy said as he looked straight up into her eyes.

“Fuck” The only word Mrs. Thompson could manage, her body writhing with pleasure.

Thrust, twist, withdraw; thrust, twist, withdraw; thrust, twist, withdraw, her body tensed, the pressure inside nearly unbearable. She let loose a scream as her pussy spasmed out of control, drenching Randy’s face with her juices. Her hips bucked wildly and his tongues followed, lapping the sweetness and causing further shudders.

Mrs. Thompson’s chest was heaving, having expelled all her air while she came so hard. Her body was trembling and spent. She took a deep breath as she began to regain her senses, the trembling now more like a low vibration coursing through her veins.

“Get dressed,” She said while pulling on her robe.

“Don’t you want me to…”

“Oh, that’s right, it’s not sex unless the man cums.” She snapped. “Didn’t anybody tell you silly boy? Whores don’t cum.”

Randy dressed quickly as Mrs. Thompson curled up in her bed. “I think you can show yourself out.”

Chapter 10

The next few months passed in much the same manner. Ms. Figgis would send him out to various women and he would do whatever they wanted. It seemed the only rule was that the visit could not exceed one hour. Ms, Figgis set that rule and none of the women dared break it. Many men dream of this type of situation, being used for sex, but for Randy it was becoming a nightmare.

Some of the women were demanding like Mrs. Thompson and part of their fantasy was degrading a man. Those were tough days, but there were also some “appointments,” as Randy came to call them, that were almost sweet and romantic. He met all sorts.

Mrs. Tolbert liked being fucked by two men, Randy and her husband, while her husband called her a dirty cocksucking slut.

Mrs. Camp liked being fucked up the ass while her husband jerked off in the closet.

Mrs. Collins loved to suck cock, but her husband thought it was beneath a woman of her standing. He came from a powerful family and they married just after she graduated from college, leaving a campus-full of spent cocks in her wake. Mrs. Collins couldn’t risk her marriage by picking up guys in bars, so Ms. Figgis’ service was the answer to her prayers.

Mrs. Johnson was a widow and she missed her husband. She didn’t want sex, she wanted a companion and Randy was happy to help. They usually just talked or played gin; sometimes she would ask him to dance. Of course, she had to teach him first, but she had to do the same with her husband so it made her smile even when Randy would step on her toes just a bit.

Randy met all kinds and his schedule actually became routine. Here’s a typical day.

Morning – teach class

Lunch – get cock sucked by Mrs. Collins in school parking lot; be sure to cum in her mouth or she gets mad. If she wears red dress call her a nasty whore. If she wears blue dress, finger her ass and pussy while she sucks. If she wears yellow dress, pretend to be her son.

Afternoon – teach class, eat Ms. Figgis’ pussy during free period.

Night – appointment with Ms. Spears, the school librarian.

Ms. Spears was a surprising appointment. She was your stereotypical librarian, late 30s, small, frail, coke-bottle glasses, and her hair pulled back in a bun. He never figured her to be the type who would use Ms Figgis’ special service. Randy figured this would be an easy appointment, she’d probably just want to see a movie or read poetry to him.

He arrived exactly on time, just as usual, and Ms. Spears greeted him with a smile. As they moved to the living room, Randy admired her house. It was just how he imagined it, very conservative, with the feel of an English country home.

“Please have a seat Mr. Tucker.”

“Please, call me Randy”

Ms. Spears chuckled, “Yes, I suppose first names are in order under the circumstances.”

The conversation was very natural, they talked about work and relationships. Randy really liked Ms. Spears and he wondered why she didn’t have a man in her life. She was smart, funny, and extremely kind. Her charity work was legendary. Ms. Spears wasn’t a supermodel but she was no dog either, in fact, as the time passed and Ms. Spears began to relax, Randy started to see her in a different light. “I have to ask, why don’t you have a husband? You’re a great catch.”

Ms, Spears blushed, “I just haven’t found the right man who shares my same interests.”

The zeytinburnu escort hour was nearly up and it had gone just how Randy expected, even the tour of her personal library of rare books.

“I guess we should go upstairs now.” She whispered.

As they reached the bedroom door, Ms. Spears handed him a blindfold and told him to put it on. She took Randy’s hand and led him to the bed. “Wait here a moment, I have a surprise for you.”

It was kind of cute, she was probably just too shy to get undressed in front of him, he thought. Finally, Randy heard her return to the room. “Take off the blindfold.”

“I can’t wait for my surprise.”

Randy’s jaw dropped. He looked but he couldn’t believe his eyes. The sweet mouse of a woman was gone, replaced by a menacing dominatrix in thigh high boots and carrying a whip.

“Get on your fucking knees!” She commanded.

Frozen in disbelief, Randy hesitated and Ms. Spears slapped him across the face, hard.

“I said, get on your knees and don’t you look at me, look at the floor!”

“Yes ma’am” Randy relied.

“Mistress, call me mistress, whore.”

“Yes mistress.”

She ordered him to strip naked and Randy complied. Soon his ass was bright red from the whip she carried. He dared to look up for a second and saw something he wished he hadn’t. She was wearing a strapon and was in the process of lubing it up.

“That’s right, you’re gonna get fucked.”

“Please, no, the hour is up, the hour is up!” Randy shouted.

Ms. Spears looked at the clock and knew he was right. Disappointed, she left the room. Randy dressed and made his way downstairs. As he reached for the front door, he heard her calling from the other room.

Looking him in the eyes, she said, “I never would have hurt you.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” He said in a sarcastic tone.

“I was hoping you’d be into it.”

“Well I’m not.”

“I guess you see now why I don’t have a husband.” She said as she looked at the floor.

It was unbelievable, this woman was about to violate him in a way that would probably scar him for life but now he actually felt sorry for her. Not sorry enough to do what she wanted, but sorry nonetheless.

“You don’t have to come back again, Randy. It spoiled it for me when I saw that horrified look on your face.”

“I thought that was what it was all about.”

“It’s not about being a sadist and hurting people for the sake of hurting them. It’s about trust and love. I guess it’s hard to explain.”

“Well I’m sure one day you’ll find a man who loves you enough to take it in the ass.”

Ms. Spears laughed and kissed him on the cheek.

Chapter 11

Lisa was the lone bright spot in what had become dark days for Randy. She had been hired on as a full time teacher at the start of the school year. Apparently Ms. Figgis must have liked her or she wouldn’t have been hired, or maybe she just saw Lisa as another pawn to control.

They usually ate lunch together. Mrs. Collins hadn’t scheduled an appointment in weeks. She probably got a new pool boy. Whatever the reason, Randy was happy to spend time with Lisa. She was his only real friend.

“Are we still on for tonight? ” Lisa asked

“Sure, I have to prove to you that I can cook.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

It was nice to finally have a night off to relax. Some of the women had started to complain about Randy’s energy, or lack thereof. Ms. Figgis decided that he did need a day off so there were no more appointments on Wednesdays. This had become movie night for Randy and Lisa. It was the only thing that kept Randy sane.

Tonight was Randy’s turn to host, which meant he was cooking and Lisa would pick the movie. Most guys would rather die than let a woman pick the movie, but Randy didn’t care. It was just nice to have a relaxing evening at home no matter what chick flick he had to watch.

“So, how was it?” Randy asked

“I’m shocked, it was actually good. You can really cook.”

“Thanks, you see I’m more than just a pretty face” Randy joked.

“I’ve always known you were more than that.” Lisa said softly as she looked into Randy’s eyes.

They way she looked at him made him uncomfortable so he quickly changed the subject.

“What movie did you get?”

“Little Women.”

OK, so Randy cared a little about what movie she brought.

“Oh, that sounds great.” Randy said through a fake smile.

“I’m just messing with you. I got Gladiator. I hate chick flicks too.”

“You rock.”

They popped in the movie and brought the wine into the living room. This was great, a good meal, alcohol, and high quality violence on TV. It doesn’t get much better.

The sultangazi escort wine flowed and Randy just sank into the couch while Lisa cuddled next to him. He was exhausted and drifted off to sleep. When he woke an hour later, Lisa was snuggled close and her hand was resting on his penis.

Randy shifted in his seat

“Shhhh, it’s ok.” Lisa whispered as she lightly rubbed his hardening shaft and began to pull down the zipper.

“Wait, don’t.” Randy said as he rubbed his eyes.

“It’s OK, I know the kind of girls you like Randy.”

It somehow seemed wrong, like he was taking advantage of her. Lisa dropped to the floor in front of him, her chubby little hand was now holding his bare penis. She began stroking it and he couldn’t help but get hard as a rock. He just relaxed for a moment and enjoyed the slow strokes. Then he looked at her and it seemed wrong again.

“Lisa, don’t”

“I want to.” She said as she lowered her head towards his cock.

“Stop.” Randy said as he started to push her away.

“I can do it. I can be like those other girls for you.” She said as she began to cry.

Randy pushed her away and zipped up his pants. Lisa slumped to the floor and sobbed.

“Lisa, I don’t want you to be like those other girls. You’re better than them.”

“You don’t have to be nice. I’m no beauty queen, I’m too fat. You can say it.”

“I don’t think you’re fat. I think you’re perfect.”

“Yeah, right.” She said as she started to make her way toward the door.

Randy ran after her and stopped her in the hallway. He grabbed her and gave her a hug and Lisa sobbed into his chest. There was something different now. Randy wanted to kiss her. He thought about it and he knew it wasn’t pity. He also knew it wasn’t about sex. She really was beautiful and seeing her sad was breaking his heart.

Lisa looked up and this time there was no kiss on the forehead. Their lips met and it was different than anything he ever felt before. They kissed again, slowly, deeply. Randy reached down and picked her up, carrying her to the bedroom.

He laid Lisa down on his bed and undressed, now wearing only a pair of boxers. Lisa looked over his body, and smiled. “Are you sure about this?” She asked. “I’ve never been more sure.” Randy replied with a smile.

Lisa began to undress but she was hesitant. She was very self-conscious about her body, knowing that her chubby frame was far from the barbie dolls Randy usually dated. Randy sensed it and kissed her then removed her bulky sweater. Lisa crossed her arms in front of her breasts trying to cover herself.

Randy put his hand on her belly then gave it a kiss. She wasn’t skinny but she certainly wasn’t fat either. Over the last few months, Randy had been with many full figured women and he actually started to prefer them. He liked feeling their soft curves instead of the tight muscles of the skinny women he used to date.

Slowly, Lisa started to relax. She could tell that Randy liked what he saw and she let him undress her fully. He finally had a view of her large DD breasts that she kept hidden under layers of clothes and he began to lick and suck on her hard nipples.

Randy climbed on top of her and aimed his dick at the entrance of her pussy. He looked into her eyes and gave her a kiss.

“It’s my first time.” Lisa said.

“You’ve never done this before?” Randy asked.

“My mother always warned me about guys just looking for sex. I was waiting for the right one.”

“Are you sure about this?”

“I’ve never been more sure.” Lisa smiled.

Randy kissed her one more time then placed the head of his penis at the edge of her pussy. He slowly pushed forward as Lisa gasped, her walls tightly grasping his shaft. “Shhh, just relax.” Randy said into her ear. He just stayed inside her without moving, waiting for her to get used to him.

Lisa relaxed and her hands began pushing against his ass. Randy moved slowly, letting her control the pace with her hands on his ass. She started to move faster and so did randy, now they were finding a pace.

Lisa was moaning, it was starting to feel better and better. She pulled him close and kissed him deeply while he increased the pace. Her body started to tense and she came. The grip on Randy’s cock was incredible and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

“I’m close.” Randy grunted.

He started to pull out but Lisa grabbed his ass and pulled him deep inside her while looking into his eyes. Randy erupted deep inside Lisa’s warm wet pussy.

Randy just held Lisa and stroked her hair until she fell asleep, but there wouldn’t be much sleep for him that night. He wanted out of Ms. Figgis’ web for a long time but now it was different. He couldn’t stand for Lisa to find out about it.

He had to get the tape back. The tape of him having sex with Shay was Ms. Figgis’ power over him. He had to get that tape if he wanted to be with Lisa.

To be concluded shortly…

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Winter never really came to West Yorkshire in 2017. Or rather, the days rolled around as per always but the bad weather didn’t happen; it was generally mild with not so much rain and the one snow fall only covered the higher hills. In fact it wasn’t just mild, it was occasionally hot. I saw May blossom in the last week of February which was, to my way of thinking, three months early.

Of course the media put it down to “Global Warming”. Well excuse me but that’s bollocks. Way I see it, the globe has been warming and cooling for billions of years. Haven’t there been at least five major ice ages so far? And wasn’t it hot enough in Britannia for the Romans to grow vineyards and produce wine when they were in occupation?

Sorry, I’m starting to rant. Let’s just say I believe Global Warming is a con.

(And let’s also say that at least the unusually warm weather gave the media something else to rabbit on about, instead of flipping “Brexit”!)

Spring that year carried on from where winter left off. March came in like a lamb and went out like . . . well, like another lamb. And anticipated April showers were few and far between. By May the blossom had been and gone and outdoor conditions encouraged T-shirts. That was good news for me because by May a snap election had been called and I’d got roped in as a canvasser.

I am, by the way, Chrissie. I will soon be twenty-two and still haven’t the faintest idea what I’m going to do with my life. I graduated last summer, with honours in English Lit, and I did once intend to teach. But right now I’m decidedly undecided. If I believe what I hear, the UK teaching profession is heading the same way as the National Health Service . . . and the NHS is going down like the Titanic.

Oh yes: and the media says Brexit is going to finish the job for both of those once “secure careers”.

Hedging my bets, since I left uni I have been working as a clerk at the head office of West Yorkshire Bank. The money isn’t brilliant at WYB, but that suits me. I don’t earn enough to have to start repaying my student loans, but I do get enough to rent a place of my own and to chip away at my other debts. Maybe one day soon I’ll wake up with a vocation clear in my head. In the meantime I’m happy to just muddle along as I am.

I’ll leave it at that for the time being. You’ll find out more about me as we go along (as they say every evening on Pointless).

The election canvassing was, I must admit, out of character for me. I hadn’t previously had much of an opinion about general elections and hadn’t even bothered voting in 2015. That was partly due to the place I was born. We’d had a Labour MP for only eight out of the last sixty-seven years. A feeling of inevitability pervaded every new campaign. It had often been said that a scabby dog could win that seat, so long as it wore a blue rosette.

The difference in 2017 was that my friend’s mum had been nominated to stand (not for one of the big two political parties, I hasten to add). Realistically, she had zero chance of winning but could possibly save her deposit. And, in the current climate, if she got a following wind she might even finish second. So it was all hands to the pumps and, along with a dozen other former schoolmates, I was “recruited” to be part of the support crew.

Although I hate to admit it, it was exciting to be involved. For once I could make a difference. For once my voice would be heard. I would become famous by association and be recognized in the street.

Or so I’d thought in my parallel universe.

The reality wasn’t quite the same. I’d expected to be standing on soapboxes, knocking on doors and kissing babies, but our campaign manager had other ideas. Her first “action point” was to have glossy, professionally prepared leaflets delivered to every single home in the consistency. And, as there were a lot of homes and the cost of postage had gone through the roof, that called for hand-deliveries.

While I admired the leaflets (they featured the candidate’s attractive, smiling face and a list of failings at national level by the Reds and the Blues) delivery rounds were apportioned. I only knew Bingley town centre well and assumed all the rounds would be similar: lots of terraces and semis where a few hundred flyers could easily be distributed. Consequently I didn’t complain when I got Micklethwaite.

Big mistake!

I haven’t checked actual distances, but Micklethwaite was a village sited on a long, mostly uphill lane. And by long, I mean “long”. The houses tended to be set apart and as different to terraces as could be. No way could I simply bob from letterbox to letterbox and be rid of my satchel-load in an hour or so. No, that round involved a lot of footslogging.

Still, I was only young and we were meeting up in The Potting Shed for “refreshments” when we were done. A little uphill footslogging would only put an edge on my thirst.

I won’t bore you by recounting my early deliveries and several encounters with dogs, including escort mecidiyeköy a giant Alsatian that fortunately turned out to be soft and sweet. Put it this way, with a lot of garden paths and side roads to negotiate, it took me two hours to distribute about a hundred leaflets, and even then I’d a hundred or more left.

The last place I had to look out for was known as Hunters Farm. I hadn’t a clue where it was but had been told it was after a hairy hairpin bend, right at the very top of the village. Apparently a lot of “new” houses had been built there over the last decade or so, on old farmland. Apparently that was the part of my round when I could speed up and finish in no time.

By the time I neared Ilkley Moor I was starting to think the place didn’t exist. Then, as the lane at last levelled out a bit, I saw a sign off to my right: HUNTERS FARM (without the apostrophe). That side of the road had a thick growth of mature trees on it. The sign was indicating what appeared to be a farm track between the trees. It was a fancy farm track, though; it had been expensively resurfaced.

Confident I was nearing the end of the night’s quest, confident that the track would lead me to lots of homes which I could whizz through, I walked along it. An hour and I’ll be in the pub, I told myself. If I run back down the hill and fall lucky with a bus, maybe half an hour . . .

The track twisted and turned a bit but wasn’t too long. I rounded the last turn and stopped dead.

Oh my God, that wasn’t a housing estate; it was a magical home in the woods!

I blinked as I took in my surroundings. That sign had misled me, I realized. I was looking at what must have been the original farmhouse. Obviously renovated, it seemed to have been set down in a forest clearing. On closer inspection I saw that it was surrounded by a mix of old and much younger trees, the newer ones presumably planted to give added privacy.

‘Bugger it,’ I muttered, ‘the estate must be next door.’

Flyer in hand, I looked at the farmhouse again. It had a stylishly paved forecourt on what had evidently once been the farmyard. Or should that be barnyard? Whatever it was, it was a big one. The forecourt alone could have easily taken ten motors and the unpaved bit was much bigger. Hell, there was even a duck pond away to my right, complete with tall reeds and water lilies.

Anxious to be done, I hurried up to the front door and dropped my flyer into the box. Then I turned and, seeing no obvious shortcut to the estate, set off back toward the track.

A sudden noise alarmed me. It was a blend of honking and hissing and believe me, it was scary.

But the sound was not as scary as the sight of a gaggle of geese charging at me from the direction of the pond.

Or was it a flock of geese?

Whatever they called themselves, they were scary indeed. Instinct kicked in and, ditching my satchel, I bolted to my right. I couldn’t possibly outrun all of them; my only hope was a solitary tree, set apart from its neighbours, actually growing out of the farmyard proper. I had no idea what sort of tree it was, but it was an old, sturdy one and it had low branches.

Sprinting for my life, that honking and hissing closing on me with every step, I made it close enough to dive, grab and swing . . .

Okay, I didn’t even resemble Jane in her early days in the jungle, never mind Tarzan in his prime. But I did somehow manage to haul and scramble myself up in the nick of time, suffering no more than the jab of a beak on the heel of my trainer in the process.

But did those geese give up? Make that a no. I watched from my new position, perhaps six feet off the ground, perched there with one hand gripping the branch and the other desperately clinging onto the tree trunk as they gathered below me. Seven of them, I counted. As if one wouldn’t have been far too many!

Uneasily, I looked back to the farmhouse. Despite the size of the forecourt there weren’t any vehicles parked outside. And the place seemed empty . . . meaning empty as in the owner was out. And surely he/she couldn’t be in; those geese had been anything but quiet.

The little so-and-sos showed no sign of moving on, either. They were hissing more than honking by then; hissing and goose-stepping around the tree, fourteen beady black eyes constantly on me.

I gulped. I’d read that some firms use geese to secure their premises, rather than guard dogs. I could see why that would be. Nobody in their right mind would face up to that magnificent seven.

And what if they flew at me? Geese were great aviators, weren’t they? On closer inspection, those little so-and-sos weren’t so little after all. If one of them took off and hit me in full flight . . .

Luckily, my captors decided I was safe where I was; for the time being, anyway.

*****

Remember that wonderful weather I bragged about earlier? Well that particular evening saw the first big storm of the year. I hadn’t been on my branch ten minutes when escort şişli the sky suddenly darkened and I heard a roll of thunder. Two minutes after that lightning flashed and I felt a wet splash on the back of my hand.

‘Oh no,’ I groaned, ‘not while I’m stuck up here.’

What’s that law; the one about things that have gone wrong getting worse? That’s the way it was for me that evening. In my wisdom I had gone out wearing a T-shirt, leggings and a cotton track top. And, when the heavens opened and rain came down in stair rods, my clothing just soaked it all up.

Talk about miserable! There were leaves on my tree but, when I looked upward, there was a great big gap in the canopy over me. Precariously balanced as I was, I had no option; I had to take everything that nature sent my way. The choice was like it or lump it . . . or throw myself to the geese.

To make matters worse, the geese had a sheltered area to stand in. While I was instantly drenched and large puddles formed on the farmyard, they stood in a dry circle under a more efficient bit of canopy and kept their beady eyes on me.

And they had their own natural waterproofing! How unfair was that!!

Temperature-wise it wasn’t cold. The rain wasn’t at all icy but there must have been wind-chill; I could soon feel my fingers starting to numb. That was a major concern; I was completely dependent on my grip if I wanted to stay on my perch. And my grip was slowly but surely weakening.

Convinced the end was nigh, sure I would sooner or later lose hold and tumble to my fate, I started to cry. Not that I felt the tears on my cheeks; oh no, the lashing rain washed my tears away before they trickled as much as an inch.

Then, deep into my darkest hour, a piercing whistle split the air.

Hardly darling to believe my ears, I looked toward the track. And I saw salvation in the shape of someone in a bright yellow hooded rain jacket, the sort of gear a trawlerman might wear.

A trawlerman or maybe a farmer!

Determined not to fall at the last, I forced my hands to grip tighter and watched the figure approach. It was the farmer, I reckoned. He had sold his land and stayed in the renovated farmhouse. And now he was on his way to save me from his guard geese.

Surprisingly, a woman’s strong voice suddenly rang out. ‘Doc,’ it cried, ‘you and your gang get back to the pond this minute.’

Six of the geese obeyed her immediately. The seventh kept its wicked eyes on me and stayed where it was.

Okay, I corrected myself; the farmer’s wife is on her way to save me.

‘Come on, Bashful,’ the woman said, dangerously close to my last remaining custodian, well within its pecking distance, ‘you get on your way.’

I’d never seen anything less bashful in my life, lions and tigers included. Thankfully though, it listened to her . . . eventually.

‘On your way,’ she repeated.

Bashful made a new noise, more of a snort than a honk, and then reluctantly goose-stepped off to its pond.

‘I’m really sorry,’ the woman said to me, ‘didn’t you see the notice?’

My tears were still flowing and the rain was getting even harder. I could hear it drilling into the hood of my saviour’s jacket and feel it rattling onto my own scalp. Maybe it was sheer relief but, unable to help myself, I started to sob.

‘I . . . I don’t think I can . . . can move,’ I stuttered.

‘Jump,’ she said. ‘It’s not far and I’ll catch you.’

It took me a while to pluck up courage to let go of the branch. Still clinging to the trunk with my right hand, I reached toward the farmer’s wife. Her fingers were warm as toast and her grip was sure.

‘Jump,’ she said again. ‘I’ll catch you.’

My balance was going altogether and she now had tight hold of my free hand. Rather than tumbling I leaned in her direction . . . and next second I was in her arms, crying like a baby, my face against her chest. She held me closer and made soft shushing sounds. Even in the deluge, it was comforting.

Okay, so I was a big softie but she was strong and she’d saved my bacon. She also didn’t seem to mind my childish display so, abandoning rational thought, I indulged myself.

‘There, there,’ she said soothingly, ‘let it all out.’

Gradually, embarrassment crept in. Finally noticing how tall she was (I tipped five foot eight yet she towered over me), I looked up and tried to smile an apology for my show of weakness. But I could only gasp.

She didn’t look like a farmer’s wife at all. I had genuinely never seen beauty like hers. She returned a far better smile and my heart missed two or three beats. That’s how wonderful she looked. She was probably in her early thirties and, judging by her skin tone and just one visible wisp of jet-black hair, she might have been mixed-race; possibly with some Asian or South American blood in her. Yes, she was beautiful all right, but everything else about her paled into insignificance the moment I’d seen into her eyes.

Oh, those eyes!

I’m escort taksim probably making up eye colourings, but I swear hers were dark emerald, gleaming with health and good humour . . . and gleaming with something else, too.

Up until that eye-to-eye moment I’d had two firm beliefs: I was totally straight and there was no such thing as lust at first sight.

Well, I thought dizzily, just maybe I was wrong.

My straight credentials had previously been impeccable. I’d had five male lovers and had never even once had a sexual fantasy about a fellow female; when my friends at uni “experimented” I’d taken no interest whatsoever in their “results”.

And, as for lust at first sight . . .

Well, I’d fancied guys on sight before, granted, but I’d never been impulsive. I’d always insisted on a measure of courtship before committing to any form of physical contact. Even kissing had usually had to wait until a second date.

Emerald Eyes was different, though. With hindsight I reckon she bombarded me with pheromones. Or maybe we subconsciously bombarded each other. All I knew was that I wanted sex with her there and then, and gender didn’t matter one jot.

I’ll repeat that to make sure it’s understood: I wanted sex with her there and then. The urge was both instantaneous and irresistible. Logic and past preferences never entered the equation.

Unable to stop myself, I kissed her.

Emerald Eyes didn’t seem shocked or outraged. Coolness personified, her mouth softer than angel’s whisper, she returned my kiss.

A quick peck on the lips might just have been an acceptable response to my rescue, but that embrace wasn’t in the least quick. It wasn’t a mere peck, either. I had rarely put as much passion into a snog as I did into that one.

Then, embarrassed afresh, I broke away.

‘Sorry,’ I murmured.

‘I’m not,’ she replied.

And then she kissed me, injecting a level of passion that put mine in the shade. I would like to say that I coolly accepted her attention but I couldn’t do cool. Oblivious to the increasing torrential downpour, I tried my utmost to match her hunger.

Okay, perhaps I wasn’t totally oblivious to the storm raging overhead, but I was worse than drenched already, wasn’t I? And, although I was shaking like a leaf, I wasn’t at all cold. No, the mercury in my inner thermometer was rising at a rate of knots. And my hands didn’t feel so numb anymore. Gripping Emerald Eyes’ protective yellow jacket wasn’t nearly as chilling as gripping a tree.

Talking about hands, hers were fastened on my bum, rhythmically squeezing me. And her lower body was moving against mine. I really hadn’t a clue about the things lesbians got up to but, if they included kissing, squeezing and rubbing lower bodies, I wasn’t about to complain.

Then Emerald Eyes’ left hand shifted and my heart skipped a few more beats. Inexperienced or not, I had been intimate with enough guys to suspect that hand had an alternative destination in mind. And I also suspected that I’d accept it wherever it went.

Oh yes, I thought giddily. Oh yes, yes, yes.

Not objecting to any degree, I pushed my tongue farther into her mouth, adoring the way she met it with her own, relishing the feel of our oral organs moving on and against each other.

(As you can probably tell, I was quickly getting into lesbian sex! If I had any regrets it was only that I’d left it so long undiscovered!!)

I cannot describe the thrill that went through me when that roving hand gently wriggled its way into my soggy leggings and onto my even soggier panties. My experiences with guys hadn’t prepared me for anything like it. As well as gentle it seemed considerate and caring . . . and not to mention very, very daring.

Gasping out encouragement wasn’t a possibility; Emerald Eyes was sucking hard on my tongue, not letting it free from her mouth. My verbal “yes, yes, yes” came out as a nasal grunt.

Meanwhile that roving hand was stroking me through the wet fabric of my knickers, not seeming to be aiming anywhere in particular, seeming to be content to stroke everywhere equally. Just as content, I kept on kissing and enjoying.

Later, maybe five flashes of lighting later, dextrous fingers pushed my panties aside and brushed over my right-hand labium, repeating and repeating, focusing on that single part of my pussy and ignoring the rest. And I jerkily started to build. I’d never had singular, purposeful attention just there before and trust me, it did the trick.

Not that me cumming stopped the show. Oh no, while I was still reeling and rejoicing those dextrous fingers were inching higher, tracing my folds and taunting my clitoris, touching and tickling it, rolling it and drawing rings around it. Suddenly I was building again, building rapidly upward and the cum right at the top was cataclysmic.

I won’t have mentioned this before, but I’d had problems with orgasms . . . with male lovers, I mean. If alone I could control my timings perfectly, but with a guy I almost always got it wrong. By that I mean I usually came within a minute of penetration and struggled to cum again for at least half an hour . . . if I was lucky enough to get another half an hour, that is.

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

*****

I packed my bag, and I would be on the next bus out that night, I would arrive late afternoon, My Uncle and Aunt had six kids all grown up, most married or moved out, owning their own farms in the area, their youngest son my age was a tall young man about six foot three, massive arms from hard work, farm work, his legs tree trunks. He had long black hair, tied back in a pony tail, overalls tied only on one side, and work boots, socks and not much else, he had a great tan as he spent so much time outdoors.

My cousin would pick me up at the bus stop, it was great to see Zane after almost a full year of school, he looked taller and more muscular, and more tanned, I swore he did it to make me envious. He and I picked up supplies for the farm while he was in town, parts for the tractor and house supplies for his Mom. We stopped and had a cola at the local market, he turned the girls heads when he was in town.

“Zane man there is not one of these girls you fancy?” I asked him.

“Nope not a one!” Looking at me in the eye. Zane was always a man of few words.

On the ride back I got a good look at him I was pretty sure the guy got more handsome this past year, his jawline was more prominent, his face more rugged, his hair that much longer, the perfectly trimmed beard, that muscular hairy chest, the guy could pose for magazine covers. We made small talk along the way, I told him of my school year and he of his things he had accomplished on the farm.

I brought in the groceries to my Aunt, he took my bag and his parts to the shop where they repaired the equipment, he and I would stay in the loft above the shop. We had a full bathroom, with an over sized shower, a small kitchen, sitting room the works, all open concept, made up like a log cabin, with vaulted ceilings, it was our very own cozy apartment.

After I chatted with my Aunt I told her. “I better get out and help Zane with his chores.”

She was busy making dinner, homemade bread, stew, the aromas were incredible, my mother only made ready to serve meals, hard to believe they were sisters. He was working on the tractor when I got to the shop.

“What can I do while you work on that?” I asked Zane.

“There were a few things that need to be done.” Zane commented.

I got busy getting those done so he could work on the tractor,

“Thanks for the help!” Zane said as I walked away.

“Zane that is why I am here ain’t it!” I said bluntly.

He laughed, “Yea I guess so!” Shaking his head.

After dinner we headed back to the shop, he wanted to get that tractor back to work right away, I did what I could to help, handing him tools, that sort of thing. We again talked small talk, then he up and asks.

“How come you don’t have a girlfriend Tommy?” Zane asked giving me a look.

“You know Zane I am not really sure I say cause I am saving money but I am not sure that is really why. I guess I do not have the interest to be with a girl is all! How about you?” I asked knowing the real answer.

He kind of looked at me with this quiet look of his,

“Probably the same reason as you, can’t seem to find one I want to be with, and don’t want to waste my time with the wrong ones!” Zane remarked.

Our conversation went back to the tractor the work ahead and what he had planned for us to get accomplished this summer. At the end of the conversation he looks at me and says

“Why don’t you stay on after summer vacation, your finished school, and there is nothing holding you to the city, we have enough work all year to keep us both busy and working full time!” Zane suggested.

“True, true there is nothing holding me there and I need full time work, let me think about it for a while then I will let you know.” I said to him contemplating my decision.

It was going on seven o’clock when he finally stopped working, he would have a few more things to do in the morning, then she would be up and running for another season. We headed upstairs, once there we each had a beer, he removed his boots and socks, his feet were stark white compared to his dark upper body, I laughed and pointed at his feet.

“You should see my ass! That thing is snow white and glows in the dark.” Zane said.

We both laughed,

“I need a shower I am wiped out.” Zane said as he walked into the washroom.

Zane came out in a pair of boxer briefs, I went into the bathroom and hoped in the shower, I did not shut the door as it was very steamy in there. When I came out of the shower he was in there brushing his teeth, he hands me a towel,

“Hope you don’t mind that I am in the bathroom while your showering?” Zane said checking me out.

“Not a problem man, your not the first guy to see me naked and I am sure not he last.” I said as I toweled myself off and walked out.

“Hey man do you mind if I sleep naked, I can’t wear underwear or pyjamas?” I asked Zane.

“Not a problem Tommy I always sleep nude did not want to make you uncomfortable is all!” He says.

With that he slips off his briefs. I bahçeşehir escort had never seen him naked, the guy was hung he was eight plus inches soft, with low hanging balls, his cock and balls are shaved, his bush trimmed. I have been told I have some nice equipment but man is this guy hung.

“Something wrong Tommy?” Zane asked with a sly smile.

“No I’ve never seen you naked before is all, never knew you had a horse cock!” I said.

We both laughed,

“Just how big does that thing get by the way?” I asked needing to know.

“Ten and a half when its rock hard, and its rock hard a lot!” Zane said with pride.

“Dam that’s a big cock!” I said swallowing.

We had a king sized bed we would share, I would not miss the bunk beds he used to have, I slept so good, no city noises, fresh air, okay only noise was his snoring, but even that was not bad. I had not slept so good in a long time. I woke up at five, our day started early, we both got out of bed, me to the bathroom he making coffee, I was boned up, my cock would not go down the dam thing had a mind of its own.

Zane walks in half mast pointing right at me, he grabbed his toothbrush and proceeded to get ready, after rinsing,

“Your not shy, your semi erect cock pointing right at me,” I said not taking my eyes off of it.

“Yours is not exactly soft neither Tommy boy.” Zane said looking at my cock.

We decided after work Friday we would head to town hit he bar then maybe a movie, his cock was in my view constantly now, that thing swayed when he walked, you could see it in his overalls, he would be semi erect in the middle of the day, after a few days I tried not notice it anymore, his massive pole was always in sight. We got dressed up and headed to town. We had a few drinks in the local bar, more men than women in there, the ratio of men to women in the town was seventy percent men and thirty women. If you found a woman you married her quick.

Zane and I headed to the theater we found a movie we both wanted to see, it was a good movie, kind of predictable, but it was okay, it was a nice change of pace from the work week. We stopped by the bar on the way home we would have one for the road, there was a pretty little woman that was madly in love with him, maybe she had seen his big equipment? I was not sure, but she threw herself at him but he showed no interest whatsoever. She finally gave up and walked off,

“Why not her? She is kind of hot.” I suggested.

“Yea hot and been with every guy in town, no thanks to that! I’d rather jerk off!” Zane said abruptly.

When we got back to the farm, we sat in front of the television, had a beer or two and talked about nothing. The conversation always came back to sex and how little us two guys were getting. He up and says

“We could play with each other!” Zane said waiting for a reply.

I laughed Zane just gave me a look, nothing more was said on the subject. We headed off to bed, he stripped while I brushed my teeth, he came in the bathroom naked and pole at half mast again.

“I could dry clothes on that thing!” I jokingly said.

“There are better things you could do with it than that!” Zane said with a sly smile.

For some odd reason my cock jumped, it started to get hard, I rinsed and walked past him, my hand brushing his ass, my cock again jumped, I was semi erect, he had me so fucking horny with his talk. When he came out of the bathroom his cock was harder and so much longer, I hoped he did not see how my cock was tenting the sheets, he pulled the sheet back to reveal my semi erect cock,

“Someone is horny it seems!” Zane commented.

“Fuck man I have not jerked off in a week here, that’s a record for me, I need to blow a load soon or my balls will explode!” I said seriously.

“We can jerk off together, do you need porn to jerk off to?” “No but a little lube would be great!” I said asking.

He opens the drawer on the nightstand hands me some lubricant “For Him” its called, I squirt some on my cock, I reach over and squirt some on Zane’s big pole, dam that thing is massive, my eight inches looks so small to his ten plus. Zane is watching me stroke my cock, I am mesmerized by his huge cock, What does it feel like in his hands? Is it sensitive from top to bottom? Could someone suck that to the base? Without realizing it my cock is like a geyser, shooting cum all over the both of us, Zane covers his face and eyes, mocking my ejaculation.

“Dam you could take an eye out with that thing the way it shoots.” Zane remarked.

“Can you help a guy out? I need help to cum Please,” Zane asks sheepishly.

Without thought I sit up, grab his big pole and stroke it, from tip to base, I grab a handful of balls, the boy has huge bull balls, fuck I want to lick the precum that is on the tip of his cock. I lean in and lick the tip, Zane closes his eyes I take his knob in my mouth I roll my tongue around it, I place my tongue at the base of his huge cock and slowly take his cock into my mouth.

I need to know how much I can swallow. I get about five to six inches beylikdüzü escort down, the lube helps, but I can’t swallow anymore, seems I will need more practice. I work my mouth and tongue, using a technique I saw in a porno, Zane is moaning, his big bull balls pull up in their sack, he is about to blow, his load is massive, but he is not a shooter, it slowly seeps out of his cock, I savor it all, I milk his pole to get every last delicious drop.

He thanks me and we are off to sleep, I wake to him dreaming, seems he is having a wet dream, he calls my name,

“Oh yes Tommy let me fuck that hot ass of yours,” He says.

Then some garbled words I can’t make out, he rolls over right on my side his cock against my arm, its rock hard, I gently push him back and pull the covers back, I want to taste that cock once more tonight, I get between his legs and take his big tool in my mouth, I want to get more in, I fight to get his cock deeper in my mouth, I stroke his huge member as I suck on it, he finally wakes up

“What to hell? Oh fuck yea! Tommy suck my big cock man,” Zane says.

I am bobbing on his tool, my hand is following my mouth, his balls bounce his cock swells and wham he floods me with yet another hot load, I lick and stroke his cock dry.

“Dam I would love to swallow that to the base one day!” I say with lust filled eyes.

“Tommy I would marry you if you could do that for me!” Zane says jokingly.

“Is that a proposal? Now I am not sure I want to swallow your big dick, its not binding that I have to marry you or anything is it?” I reply with a snicker.

“Tommy you could do a lot worse, I am a real catch with my big cock and then there is the farm!” Zane says batting his eyes.

I was still mesmerized with his huge cock I liked to hold it, even soft it felt so good in my hands.

“Hey Tommy any chance I can fuck your hot ass some time?” Zane asks with a sly look.

“Not sure I can take something this big, I’ve played with my ass but never put anything that big in it! Might be fun to try .” I said staring at his big tool.

“Maybe another time I have to get my ass prepped before we try that!” I explained to him.

We are both up at five am, me in the bathroom, Zane making coffee, he walks in cock rock hard, he grabs his toothbrush, rubs his cock against my leg,

“Hey Tommy can you help a guy out?” Zane asks his cock rubbing my hip.

My hand goes to his meat, I stroke it, its rock hard and ready for my mouth, after I rinse I get on my knees, I take his big tool in my mouth, I gradually get more and more in, in no time he shoots another massive load down my throat, I lick his cock clean and we start our day.

First chores then breakfast, we have a full day of things to get done, tomorrow we will take the afternoon to go fishing, and maybe some swimming, again I swallow another two loads of his cum, he sucks my cock off, he is pretty good I have to say, he still wants at my ass, begging me to let him fuck me. I still have the fear of his big cock damaging my insides.

I’m not sure if its curiosity, or the challenge but I had to know if I could take that huge meat in my hole. While he gets the fishing gear ready I get my ass ready, we hopped in the truck and were off to the fishing hole.

When we get there no one was around, we stripped down to our suits, it was funny to see him in a swim suit it took everything for it to contain that huge cock and balls of his. We swim out, he is splashing me, we wrestle in the water, my hand goes to his huge pole,

“Want to suck my cock Tommy?” Zane asks.

I shake my head no,

“I want you to fuck me right here Zane, right here in the water.” I tell him. I turn and he pushes a finger into my hole,

“Your ready for me Tommy?” Zane asks.

“Shut up and put it in me before I change my mind!” I tell him.

He places his cock at my hole, he slowly applies pressure, I push back on his cock, his knob slowly slides in, his cock slowly disappears into my hole, my ass is in pain but it feels so full and good at the same time.

He holds his cock deep inside me, till my ass is used to having something so huge in it, he grabs my hips and slowly starts to pump his huge tool into my tight hole, his cock feels so fucking good I want him in me all the time. Zane is very gentle, his cock pistons in and out of me, his tempo gets faster, he starts to moan,

“Oh fuck Tommy I’m gonna cum!” Zane says his breath on my neck.

I feel his cock enlarge, I feel him unload deep in my ass, it feels so dam good to have him in me. When he pulls out it feels so empty, so vacant. I can’t wait for him to be in my hole again, he cleans off his dick and we head for shore. After some fishing which we catch nothing we head home, we have a few chores to get done before the day is over.

Once our chores are done, and after dinner we head back to our room, a little television then early to bed. We are having a beer and watching some crime drama, he looks over and says.

“Thanks for letting me fuck you today Tommy that was the best avcılar escort sex I have ever had, my cock felt so good deep inside your hole!” Zane comments with a smile.

“Your welcome want to do that again? right now?” I ask like I don’t know his reply.

“Are you kidding me of course I do!” Zane says with enthusiasm.

“Let me get cleaned up and ready and then you can fuck me in the bed, it will be more comfortable for us both!” I said as I headed to the washroom.

“Grab the lube we will need it, that was pretty dry today my ass was sore by the end!” I suggest.

When I came out of the bathroom, he was laid out naked, his huge cock rock hard, glistening from the lube he had on it,

“You haven’t been jerking that thing have you? I want you to last longer than you did today!” I assert.

“Nope just got it slicked up and ready for your tight hole!” Zane declares.

He laid on his back I would ride his pole, once I got my ass lubed up, I put more lube on his cock, I positioned his cock to my hole, I slowly slide my ass down on to his huge cock, when I felt his bush on my ass I knew I was there, it felt like his cock would come out of my mouth. I started slow but soon I was like a cowboy on a bucking bull, his cock would get a good workout.

I ran my hands all over his furry chest, I pinched his nipples in between my fingers, he liked his nipples played with, I leaned in and kissed his neck, I slowly worked my way to his lips, I wanted, I needed him to kiss me, he tried to turn away, I took his face in my hands and held it, I looked in his eyes,

“I need you to kiss me Zane,” I pleaded.

My lips meshed with his, I slowly slide my tongue deep into his mouth, he was moaning, he pulls me deeper into the kiss, he rolls me over and then he fucks me, I pulled out of the kiss.

“Come on Zane fuck me, fuck me hard, make me take your big cock.” I insist.

He had a look in his eyes something I could not explain, something primal, he grabs my ankles and places them on his shoulders, he grabs my hips and holds them as he slams his huge tool into my ass, My hole would be destroyed at this rate, he was relentless, I could feel his balls slapping my ass, then all at once.

“Fuck Tommy I’m cumming!” Zane screams, three or four more pumps and he is laid out on top of me.

With his head on my chest, his cock deflating and slowly sliding out of my ass, he looks up at me, smiles,

“Dam that was good Tommy!” Zane says smiling.

He pulls himself up and plants a huge kiss right on my lips, he holds the kiss and slides his tongue deep into my mouth. He lays back and pulls me partially on him, his arm around me. We doze off together, lights on, both exhausted, I wake up to shut the lights off later, when I get back down he pulls me into him, I fall back asleep, and wake at five am, Zane leans in and kisses me, I get on top of him, and crawl out of bed,

“I have to pee and I have cum dripping out of my ass for some reason.” I state.

He smiles, “Yes you do!” Zane says with satisfaction.

The summer is winding down and I have decided I have to head back to the city, I need to see if I can make it there. Zane is not happy about my decision, but I have to know for myself. The day I go comes, that morning he is up before me, he is having coffee at the table, I get up and walk over to him, I try to kiss him but he pulls away,

“I’m sorry but I have to know if the city is where I should be, there is nothing here for me,” I say without thinking.

I get this hurt look from him,

“Come on man you know what I mean!” “I love being with you but I need to see if university is for me or not, they are questions I need answers too!” I say apologetically.

Zane gets up, walks out, he is off to do chores then breakfast, I feel so bad, he is so hurt, I really love being here with him but is it enough for me? I have to go back to the city to find out! After breakfast we head out in the truck to the bus stop, he hardly says anything,

“I am sorry but I have to know if the city is for me.” I say almost crying.

He gives me one of his hurt looks, his eyes red, it tears me apart inside, I care for him so much. We say our goodbyes, I watch my Zane speed off, I am in tears, its breaking my heart to leave him. But I have to do this for myself.

The bus ride is long, I flash back to our summer together, his beautiful smile, his sexy white feet, his hairy chest, his rough hands, his chiseled face, his sweet smile, his beautiful kisses, how he holds me at night. I start to cry as I think of his hurt look when I tell him I have to go, our goodbye as he drives off, the tears in his eyes. I love this man, he loves me, he may be my cousin but I love him with all my heart and soul. I start to question myself, is going to university the right choice for me?

Once I arrive in the city its not the same, I miss the farm, I go to the university to see about enrolling in the courses I want, the lady is very helpful and friendly, she is telling me what I can expect for the semester, the qualifications, I meet all their criteria. I thank her, I walk out, I feel so empty, so lost, I miss Zane so much, I dial his number but do not complete the call, I text message him but again I do not send the message. Registration for the courses will soon be here, I have to get signed up, I know what I have to do, I sign on the dotted line, I pay the man.

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Do I know what you’re thinking? Are you thinking this is all preposterous, and couldn’t have happened? Even as it was happening, I felt the same way. Who’d have thought that stealing a pretty neighbor’s bra many years ago and then violating that same wife in the hospital would lead so far?

Months have passed since the Roundtrees and Mrs. Hedgeworth initiated me into their little group. It seemed fantastic at first, but I soon discovered that for women “of a certain age” and experience, this sort of thing is exactly what they want. They do not want a man in their lives. They do not want to serve a husband any longer. They enjoy their independence and free time. But, on occasion, they do like to be fucked by a discrete man who makes no demands and who goes away when he’s no longer needed.

That’s where I come in.

Before the Roundtrees found me, Mr. Roundtree had done his best, discretely and respectfully, to service Mrs. Roundtree, Mrs. Hedgeworth, and two other of their friends, one divorced and the other a widow. I understand that he did his best, and the ladies were satisfied. They especially were pleased that he was the husband of one of their friends, and that he could be counted on to do the job when asked.

After that first amazing encounter with Mrs. Roundtree and Mrs. Hedgeworth, we all took a break and relaxed with wine. The ladies dressed, and met Mr. Roundtree and me, still naked, on the patio by the swimming pool. Mr. Roundtree’s cock had retreated to a little button below his round tummy. My cock was still in a semi-turgid phase, hanging over the deck chair and swinging when I moved.

Before the ladies joined us, Mr. Roundtree confided that he was glad that I had undressed his wife in the hospital. When he got to her room that day and saw her in a state of undress with me leering at his wife’s breast, he thought that perhaps I might be the man they’d been looking for to help in their little escapades.

Frankly, he told me, “It’s a bit much for an aging guy like me.”

I smiled, “You didn’t act like an aging guy just a few minutes ago.”

He chuckled bahçeşehir escort and told me, “This whole thing started a year ago, and at first I was thrilled to help my wife’s friends. Who wouldn’t? But I’ve probably screwed Mrs. Hedgeworth ten times, and the others were added gradually. I’m getting more sex now that ever in my life.”

“You must be a happy man,” I told him.

“Well, yes I am. The other two ladies are real lookers, just like these two. My wife met them in exercise classes, yoga, and stuff like that.” “But to be honest,” he said, looking down at her shrunk pud of a cock, “I was never the cocksman that you are.”

I smiled and thanked Mr. Roundtree. He had just watched me fuck his wife, so I considered his words a great compliment.

He continued, “I’ve never had the endurance to do two ladies in the same day, much less two at the same time.”

“Well, my time will come to slow down, but now I’m probably enjoying sex more than ever, and I hope you won’t be offended if I tell you that I’ve jerked off thinking about your wife more times than I can count. After seeing her pussy in the hospital, I was aching to see it again. But my God, you scared me about the security video.”

“Sorry about that, son,” he said. “That night, Mrs. Roundtree and I talked it over and decided that might be a way to entice you to cooperate, at least until we knew how you felt about being a partner to help me service these gals.”

Just then the ladies joined us, looking smart in their outfits. It was especially nice to see them dressed since now I knew what they looked like naked. As Mrs. Roundtree handed me a glass of wine, I felt another drip of cum plop on the patio.

“What have you boys been taking about,” she asked, “as if I didn’t’ know.”

Mr. Roundtree said, “I’ve just been filling him in on the arrangements, at least a little bit. But why don’t you explain things?”

She and Mrs. Hedgeworth took chairs where they could study both our cocks.

“Well, the two of us,” she said nodding to Evelyn, “began this as a fluke.” “Evelyn beylikdüzü escort confided in me that she had not had sex for some time, and that she missed it. But dating was out of the question since she did not want to start another serious relationship. She wished there were a way to have sex safely and without guilt and commitments, and definitely without paying for it, with a discrete and understanding male.” She continued, “When I told my husband what Evelyn has said, he calmly suggested that he do it for her.”

“How thoughtful of him,” I interjected.

“Well, the first time was a bit awkward. Evelyn came over, and I let the two of them have privacy in our guest bedroom. When they came out, both were smiling.”

“In chats with our other friends, I asked them if they missed sex, and they expressed much the same feelings. My husband was willing to do his best to help them, too, and here we are.”

“Why change anything?” I asked.

“This has all worked out so well at first, then one of our friends let me know that she Mr. Rountree, as gentle and kind as he is, could only satisfy her so much, you know, with his little thing down there.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Your audition today proved that you have what she, and I think all of us, prefer.” Mrs. Roundtree looked at her husband, “No slight intended, dear.”

“None taken,” he said.

Another drip of cum hit the patio surface. This talk was getting me into the mood again. My cock was tired and wouldn’t get truly hard again until a long rest, but the ladies’ eyes on my dick kept it puffy and chubby and flowing.

Mrs. Roundtree added, “Also, if the group should expand, it’s more than Mr. Roundtree could truly handle. He has enjoyed the variety, and now you can provide variety for us.”

What seemed like a wild situation involving single older women, except for Mrs. Roundtree herself, actually turned out to be a rather sane and calm arrangement. When called, I would be invited to attend to business. I tried to be polite and professional, never assuming the ladies wanted anything avcılar escort other than discrete service.

I dressed professionally, shined my shoes, always wore a coat and tie, arrived on time and did not overstay my welcome. After the adventure of the first fucking, the entire process became rather matter-of-fact. Mrs. Roundtree would call me with the request and an address. Sometimes it was in a home. Sometimes it was in a hotel. And sometimes Mr. Roundtree did the work.

I did make one arrangement that became part of our agreement. In between fucking these wonderful ladies, I insisted on fucking Mrs. Roundtree again. My passion for her never failed, and screwing her, especially if her husband were watching us, recharged my batteries.

We’ve added a few new ladies to the group. One is still married but heard about our arrangement and wanted to try. Being a gentleman, I allowed this exception.

I cultivate conversation with each of them so that they will feel comfortable. The first time, of course, I try to fuck them as thoroughly as I can, paying attention to learn what they enjoy and don’t enjoy. And the first time it takes them a while to get used to my cock size. Apparently, they all had mates with average to substandard equipment.

Once the fucking becomes routine, I engage them in long conversations while screwing them. Usually my endurance holds out, and we can chit chat for an hour while continuously sliding my dick in and out, me on top, them on top, sideways, on all fours. They seem to like the informality, and they come to regard my visits as just part of their routine. But it’s a routine that insists on orgasms for all.

Presently, I’m having the most fun with the married wife. I always tease her that her husband is hiding behind a curtain and watching us or that he’s just outside the door listening. I like to ask her if she wants him to watch us and to see a real man’s cock fucking his wife. So far, every time I ask her that question, she shivers and goes over the edge of climax. Works every time.

All this has come my way at a perfect time in my life. I wasn’t dating anyone seriously. I had fantasied about Mrs. Roundtree for so long, and now they came true and then some. Last weekend I was with our newest member of the group, so that means Mrs. Roundtree is next. I think I’ll send her a text now and ask her when she and her husband want me to come over.

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She’d never been with another woman, and although she had on occasion been attracted to the fairer gender she’d never thought herself so attracted to ever make anything of it. She had been married for a number of years now and occasionally wondered what she may have gotten up to had she not partnered herself so young. Right now her husband was away for the weekend and she was meant to be going to a dinner party on the Saturday night but unfortunately on that afternoon she received a text message that cancelled her plans, the host of the party had gotten very sick and called off the event. Another friend who was also meant to be attending messaged her soon afterwards to see if they could still meet. The wife replied saying that they could meet at her house and have dinner together. Her house was small but cozy, an Edwardian villa laden with character and although a little chilly over the winter months it was a lovely cool sanctuary during the current summer heat.

The wife finished her summer afternoon’s gardening and took a slow lukewarm shower before her guest arrived. Washing in the shower she stroked soapy hands over her beautifully pale skin missing the touch of her partner from the evening before her body yearned a little for caress. She took a little longer than usual thoroughly washing the garden’s dirt from every part of her voluptuous body and dark blonde hair. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror whilst drying off and noticed how the recent exercise regime had shaped her body to the point where even she was starting to admire it. She smiled as she applied her daily regimen of skin creams and on a whim thought to treat herself to a little perfume, thinking tonight’s dinner date a worthy enough excuse to pamper herself a little. She moved through to the bedroom and dressed in some cute little cotton panties and her nice ‘going out’ jeans she’d bought not six weeks ago that were now only annoyingly a little baggy, a testament to her exercise routine which lessened the annoyance factor somewhat. She slid into a new loose t-shirt, colourful and bright, which covered her somewhat lacey underwire bra that not just supported but accentuated her hidden porcelain breasts under her shirt. She checked herself in the mirror for a second and smiled, she’d caught a little sun out on the garden that day that had left her face with a rosy glow and she concluded that she looked great.

An hour or so later there was a knock at the door and she opened the front door of the house to their friend, she was also a mutual friend of her husband. She stood there holding a dish she’d made for the party, a desert in a white porcelain dish with foil covering it.

“Hi!” the friend said, flashing her big smile “I brought something to eat!” And she smiled again holding the dish towards her host. The friend was welcomed inside and led down the hall which at the end flowed one way into the living room and the other into the kitchen. The friend moved into the living room and took a seat on the couch in front of the television as while her host put the dish in the kitchen. The host then joined her friend, sitting on a couch opposite and they chatted, catching up on news and goss.

The friend was also beautifully pale and blonde, but with much shorter hair. She was slim and petite with an air of tomboy about her in a friendly and playful way. She was dressed fairly casual also, wearing leg hugging blue jeans, a small red and white striped t-shirt which pressed against chest just enough to tease and her usual black sneakers. Her host had prepared a simple pasta dish, a favourite of her husband’s, and before long they were enjoying it along with a nice bottle of Pinot Noir. They finished the wine as fast as they’d finished the meal and the host apologised she didn’t have anymore but her friend said that she didn’t feel like more wine anyway and asked her host if she’d prefer to smoke some weed while they waited for the dessert, an apple crumble, to cook. Needless to say, within minutes the two of them were standing just outside the back door enjoying a casual smoke as the oven heated the next course.

Lightly buzzed and happy they ate the apple crumble now, covered in ice cream, next to each other on the same couch watching vintage music videos out of the corner of their vision and making snide remarks about the video’s styling and dancing. They laughed and ate. The friend mentioned she found a certain 90’s pop star really attractive admitting she had quite the crush on her when she was younger.

“Yeah, she’s hot. But it’s not like you’d fap off to her or anything.” Exclaimed the host.

“Oh but I sooo did, heaps!” Replied her friend.

The host looked at her friend laughed a little cute but slightly awkward laugh and blushed. The friend was openly bisexual bahçeşehir escort but very rarely made it noticed.

“I almost rubbed my bits off because of her.” The friend added only now realising her host was blushing but also realising she wasn’t uncomfortable. The host felt a small stirring in her and she shifted on the couch, kicked her shoes off and curled her feet up next to her.

“No? I mean, surely you must’ve rubbed one out to one at least chick once?” The friend asked.

“Ahhh, no. I mean I find the female form attractive and all but I don’t really feel it like that.” The host replied.

“Fair enough, I guess I just couldn’t stop myself when I was younger. Would see some sweet looking babe and get all hot and horny, and you know, I’d have to find myself somewhere to have some ‘me’ time.” As soon as the friend ended her sentence the host felt another stirring inside her, this time stronger and this time realising she herself was becoming rather aroused. The friend continued looking back to the TV, “Seriously, this babe here got me going so bad, shit I’m kinda horny now…” – “Same…” Added her host, her speech not filtering as it normally would due to the weed and wine. Her friend snorted a laugh and looked at the host in amused shock.

“Haha really! Told you she was hot!”

“No! No! It’s not her.” the backpedaling began “it’s just when you were talking about getting horny and stuff and I…” She blushed. “I dunno, thinking about you… I mean… Uhh, it just kinda got me a bit…” She stopped before saying anything further incriminating.

“Hey it’s alright mate,” her friend comforted her seeing now her host was quite embarrassed “it’s ok to get a girl boner once in awhile, haha!” She laughed and put a comforting hand on her host’s curled thigh, this touch send waves of sensation through the host’s whole body and she shuddered.

“Woah…” Said the friend and the host looked her in the eyes, her face flushed and her eyes bright. The friend’s hand lingered on her thigh and her host now looked down and it. The friend considered removing it but instead slowly slid it back and forth across the side of her host’s thigh and they resumed their eye contact.

The host was awash with sensation, not knowing how to react but also not wanting to do anything for fear that would stop what was currently happening. She could feel herself becoming even more aroused the stirring now a raging blaze inside her. The host let out a soft moan and stretched her legs out longer along the couch until her toes touched her friend. The friend now under no illusion that this was really happening, having considered her host rather attractive upon meeting her years ago had written her off due to her married status, now had this beautiful vixen in her hands. Her host now was stroking the hand that was stroking her thighs and shivering with anticipation. Their eyes locked and sent silent invitations to each other to come closer and their lips opening slightly and quivering a little, lustfully wanting to press against the others.

They sat up and shuffled next to each other and embraced kneeling a little uncomfortably as their mouths met in a passionate kiss. Their hands all over each other and their tongues and mouths playing with each other, the host on occasion shuddering and shivering the sensation almost too much to take. One of the friend’s hands gingerly slid down to her host’s chest and tested a breast to see if she would recoil. The host didn’t, she pressed her body harder into her friend harder with even more fervour. The hand now squeezed the breast through the host’s top and bra and her other hand slid down the host’s back and slid under her trousers and underwear to begin squeezing her naked bum.

The host becoming aware of this escalating situation begins to pull out of the embrace in a moment of apprehension and nervously sits back against the edge of the couch. The friend left hanging looks down at her host thinking she should have removed her hand earlier and not started all this, worried she may have ruined the evening, or even their friendship. Before the friend has a chance to apologise the host reaches out to her, inviting her back into an embrace, the host thinking now she’s gone too far on a slippery slope for this not to happen and her body is telling her she wants this stronger than her reasoning brain can say not to do it. The friend now climbs over and on top as the host slides herself down so she’s lying along the length of the couch and they resume their kiss, grinding each other’s bodies into each other. The host reaches up and slides her hands under her guest’s t-shirt touching the warm skin if her back moving up further and then dragging her fingernails slowly back down along avcılar escort her spine, causing the friend to moan and writhe a little.

The friend begins kissing the host’s neck and collarbones as the host slides the friend’s t-shirt up and reaches for the bra hooks, the friend sits up strips her top off and reaches behind her to unclasp herself. No sooner are the friend’s breasts exposed the host herself sits up and almost instinctively takes one in each of her hands and kisses and sucks between each nipple whilst squeezing them softly. Her friend’s breasts are soft and feel like silk to her lips, the nipples taste like a lightly salted treat to her tongue as she licks and sucks them into her mouth. The thrill of having her friend’s chest in front of her so wantonly offered makes her feel as if she’d just discovered a new part of her soul, like a sexual playground of new awakenings. She is lost in the moment and wants nothing less than for this to be forever.

The guest caresses her friend’s head as her chest is delicately kissed and she quietly reassures her, “That feels so good.” The host is feeling like her crotch is melting with passion and slowly shifts from underneath her friend and stands up alongside the couch, alarming her friend into thinking she might be having more reservations but the host looks her friend in the eye and gracefully lifts off her top, unclips her bra and slowly undoes her jeans, letting them drop off her hips, the friend looking on lustfully from her topless kneeling position on the couch. The host climbs back onto the couch and her friend pushes her back so she’s reclining with her thighs dangling off the edge. The guest now nuzzles into her hosts breasts and squeezes them pinching the nipples until hard and pointed all the while kissing her host’s soft belly. The host now runs her fingers through the short blond hair of her friend and pushes the top of her head down to encourage her to help sate her burning parts. She knows what’s coming, the thought of it drives her wild and she shivers and writhes as her friend all too slowly migrates her kisses south.

The kissing has moved over the belly and onto the top of the host’s left thigh then slowly descending towards the sensitive inner thigh. Slowly the guest moves towards her friend’s crotch, the cotton underwear now showing a tiny wet patch giving away how passionately excited she is. The host feels her friend gently nuzzle into her sex through the moist panties, “God, you smell so good…” exclaims the friend as she keeps massaging her face into her crotch. Two fingers reach up and carefully pull the underwear to one side, exposing the host’s wet labia; soft, pink and tidy. Slowly a tongue gets dragged from the bottom of her pussy up and over her clitorus, causing the host to buckle as the touch of tongue against her clit sends waves through her body. Again the tongue gets dragged across her sex and against she shakes upon contact with her clit. The guest grabs the top of her friends underwear and tugs it down over the thighs and then over the knees and off.

In front of her now is a soft, pale pussy throwing out heat as if it were a fire and the guest’s mouth descends wholly upon it. The guest kisses her host’s mound as if it were a mouth, tongue diving in and out of the host’s vagina and occasionally sliding up and over her swollen clit, sending the host into a spasm of pleasure along with a choked squeal and the guest’s tongue more frequently laps back and forth across her friend’s clit causing little jumps from her host’s inner muscles. She tasted sweet and fruity to her guest and her labia were soft and inviting as if the host’s pussy was kissing the guest’s mouth back. She licked and licked until her host was buckling at the hips and pushing her guest’s face away. “Oh, too intense!” The guest kissed the inner thighs now while she waited for her friend’s sensitivity to pass. Slowly she staring fingering the outside of the host’s vagina, now sodden with saliva and her own wetness.

One finger slid in smoothly followed by another and they slowly pulsed in and out of her friend. Her host now fully reclined on the couch rubs her pussy into her friend’s buried fingers, gyrating slowly trying to experience them even deeper than their length will give. The guest’s mouth now gently returned to her friend’s clit, slowly dragging her tongue all over it making sure not to cause too much pressure. The host’s hips were now rocking in time to the thrusting fingers and her guest was doing her best to keep tonguing her friends clitorus but it was becoming harder to do so as the bucking of hips became more violent. The guest now taking control pushes her mouth with all it’s power onto her friend’s sex and pinned the hips back down she forcefully licked esenyurt escort her friend’s pussy and pulsed her fingers over her g-spot until the host was in the throes of full orgasm.

Screaming out she spasmed as her friend didn’t stop licking and fingering, legs flailing until the host reached down with her hands and pushed away the guest’s head signalling she was done. The guest rose and crawled back onto her friend and they kissed again in the afterglow of the host’s climax. After a minute or so lying spent on her back kissing her friend in comfortable silence the host found the strength to get to her feet and offer a hand to her friend to stand with her. “Let’s go through to the bedroom.” the guest suggested and the two walked hand in hand into the next room.

The bed was a modest size and they fell onto it next to each other face to face. “I think I want to eat you now.” the host mentioned wondering, maybe even a little scared, if she’d enjoy it as much as her guest seemed to enjoy her. “I think that would be very nice” replied her friend cheekily as she slowly undoes her trousers, pushes both them and her underwear from her legs and kicks off her sneakers but leaving her knee high socks on. The guest’s sex is already visibly wet and glistens slightly under the bedroom light. The guest lies back on the bed and the host positions herself between her friend’s thighs and slowly brings her face down onto the other’s pussy. She delicately kisses around the inner thighs and lower tummy before closing her eyes and opening her mouth as she takes the whole crotch in her mouth and massages it’s entirety with her tongue. Her friend moans loudly and lies back reaching forward to caress her host’s hair as the host passionately kisses her guest’s wetness.

The host’s flushed cheeks rub gently against the guests thighs as she rocks her head back and forth across her friend’s wetness, her tongue delicately lapping at the guest’s clit. She likes the taste, it’s not unfamiliar and she remembers all the times she’s tasted herself either from her husband’s cock, and sometimes even her own fingers, except this tastes fresh and sinful, far more erotic and sexual, driving her wild with passion. “Lick it harder.” the guest exclaims and she pulls the host’s face harder into her crotch. The host obliges and takes to the act with more fervour her saliva making her friend’s sex even wetter. “Finger me.” comes another command and two of the hosts fingers push and then slide into the guest’s vagina. Slowly she pulses them in and out rubbing softly over the guest’s g-spot, whilst still lapping away at the engorged clit. “Oh fuck yes haha.” moans the guest with a little laugh in her voice as she smiles uncontrollably “Mmmm, you can rub it a bit harder.” The commands now sounding more like soft guidance as the host once again obliges and presses harder and faster with each pulse of her fingers.

The host stops licking for a second and looks up at the writhing creature on her bed, two fingers still working away inside her. She is beautiful and the host feels in full control of her, her fingers working her like a toy that reacts to touch. The guest then lifts her legs up and holds her thighs with her hands exposing her delectable bum and the guest watches wetness from the guest’s sex run down over her asshole which is pulsing and quivering slightly as she drives her fingers inside her friend. Struck by the moment the host starts gently playing with her friend’s ass, “Oh yeah…” moans the guest loudly and reaches down to rub herself in the absence of a tongue on her clit. The anus is soft and inviting to the finger, feeling like it’s almost wanting to suck it inside as it clenches and releases.

The finger slides delicately inside up to the first joint and then feels the pressure squeeze around it followed by a moan, a second later it slides in another joint further as the guest’s hips buck against the host’s hands and the guest issues another deeper moan, one more second and that finger is buried inside the guests butt and both hands now work their lust on each opening as the guest comes close to her first climax. “Oh fuck! Yeah… Don’t stop! Ahhhh!” The host is furiously plunging her fingers inside as the pressure around her fingers becomes intense and then relaxed, and then crushing and again relaxed as the next contraction comes the host’s fingers are forced from her friend’s pussy as she is met with a gush of warm liquid spilling over her hands, her friend’s ass almost chewing at her finger as she carefully removes it.

The guest is puffing and flushed, lying motionless on the bed in front of her host who lies down next to her on the bed pondering the fact she’s just had sex with her, a friend, a woman… The guest rolls over before the host has a chance to start feeling awkward and passionately kisses her host and they embrace naked side by side tasting each other on their lips and feeling each other’s warmth through every piece of their touching bodies. They don’t speak, just smile at each other and kiss and eventually fall asleep still embracing each other…

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Oct.21

Well, I can’t say the house has gotten back to normal, I don’t think it will ever be normal again. At least what most people would consider normal, but the tension has gone down between the children and me when we are in the house together. Mike has noticed the past few days I’m sure some sort of tension, but as I treat him as I had been doing and the kids seem to react to him the same, he hasn’t noticed the stress…or may I say the silence between me and the kids. But the girls at least have started talking to me some, other then the automatic hello as they walk through the door. Genie actually hugged me yesterday and Mary gave me a small smile at one point. I guess I’ll have to wait further for signs of Peter’s shell breaking, but that is to be expected. He knows, and rightly so, that the brunt of the blame from me falls on him. Well, except what I blame myself for…which is a lot. Peter was right; I could have stopped it whenever I wanted.

At this point I feel like a pariah, an outcast. The kids seem to talk to each other much the same as before, I can hear them in the living room, or at times in one of their rooms as they talk, but things usually grow silent or more whispered when I pass. And I can’t help feeling strange now, happy that I am no longer under the microscope with Peter molesting me and the girls watching the show, but I find myself…well…missing the attention. As well, if I may say so, the sexual tension and stimulation. I feel at times like a junkie without a fix, my nerves all tense. I’ve had to masturbate several times the past few days to relieve the stress I feel during the day and I feel rather sick afterward, because every time I masturbate, even though I fight and try not to, I keep reliving how Peter felt inside me and of Mary below me, even Genie as she came, her fingers inside herself.

I know we have to put it behind us and move on, but it is hard with these thoughts…these sick desires inside of me. And wondering what else might be inside me, am I pregnant? I won’t know for a few weeks, though I dread it, because I know I was fertile then, when it happened. And I still cant see forward to what I will do if I am, it makes me sick to think of aborting it, but how could I carry it, Mike would know it wasn’t his. I guess I just have to wait and see, about everything I guess.

Oct. 22

Peter gave me a hug yesterday, our first real ‘touch’ since that day. After they got home and I said hello, both Genie and Mary gave me a hug shortly after they entered the kitchen and I gave them smiles in return, my hands being messy as I fixed supper. Peter walked past me to his room I’m assuming, but when he returned I gave him another “Hello Peter” as he walked past me and I looked at him. He hesitated a second then he slowly hugged me and I noticed that he was making sure to hold his hips away from mine as we touched. I whispered “it’s ok Peter.” Telling him it was ok between us and he gave me a surprised look at me as he pulled back. I hope I didn’t give him the wrong thoughts, I didn’t think when I spoke and he might have taken it to mean I meant it was ok to…resume his past behavior. I hope not. But after getting things to drink and in Genie’s case a snack, I didn’t see them much until shortly before their father got home, which seems to be the trend nowadays. I’m starting to feel very left out and even somewhat depressed after what happened, now thinking and wondering if it was more my fault then theirs.

Oct. 27

Ok, I am getting feed up of being ignored in the afternoon after they get home. It’s almost like they are trying to make me feel guilty for what happened the other week. They come home and then they shortly after disappear, sometimes to one of their rooms, but other times I have no idea where they go, although I haven’t been searching for them. I’m usually busy about that time with supper or cleaning up and have little time before their father gets home. Maybe I should try to talk to them later and see if that helps the situation any…

Susan made sure to finish all of her cleaning early, before the kids got home, making sure to not watch TV or read so as to finish before they got home. She even had the supper of meatloaf almost ready when they got home. They spent a few minutes in the kitchen and Susan made sure to hug each of them these days (Peter seems to be on parole and seemingly hasn’t tried anything), today included. Then they left the kitchen and Susan again was left alone. She quickly washed the few dishes she had made dirty when she fixed the supper, then checking the meatloaf in the oven, knowing it had another hour at least to cook. Susan then washed her hands and then went off to talk to her children.

She knew they weren’t in the living, which is just off of and in front of the kitchen and figured they weren’t in the dining room, she would have heard them from the kitchen. She walked down the hall to the bedrooms and saw two of the bedroom doors, Genie’s and Mary’s was open…both empty. She walked to Peter’s Ankara escort room and knocked on the door, only to be greeted with silence. She knocked again and waited. After a minute she tried the handle, opening it and finding the room empty. She even looked inside the closet, empty. She closed Peter’s door as she left. She checked Marie’s room and found everything undisturbed and closed the door. She moved back, seeing they weren’t in the hallway bathroom and walked to her room. Her room was empty as well, even her bathroom. She stood perplexed and then wondered if they had left and gone somewhere.

“Maybe they left by the dining room door?” Susan said as she talked aloud, but knew that was improbable. The dining room front door was very noisy and if they had used it, she surely would have heard it. But Susan walked to the side door and opened it, looking out and seeing Peter’s car and hers still in the driveway. Now she was confused, even if they left by the back screen door, they didn’t take the car. She went to go get her house keys and slipped on her shoes and using the front door, started looking outside for them. She was starting to feel funny about the situation, she felt certain that the kids would tell her if they had left the house, even with what had happened between them…why shouldn’t they? She felt funny standing in the front yard as cars drove by her on the road, but she wondered if they had walked to a neighbor’s house. The girls had a few friends close by within walking distance, but why would they when Peter could drive them. She sighed, thinking about calling around, but only after she checked the side and back yard.

She passed between the cars, looking in the windows for the weird off chance they would be hiding in the cars, nothing. She opened the gate to the backyard and closing it behind her. She didn’t see them and walked to check the far side of the house, where she once had a garden, but which was now just grass and a few weeds. She looked around as she saw the whole yard was empty and she turned and started back to the front yard and the open door. Then she stopped, catching something and she spun about and realized what she had seen…the shed door was unlocked, and the padlock was on the ground. She moved to the door and looked inside, seeing it empty, but now figuring she knew where her children were…the spare bedroom that Mike and Peter had built into the rear of the shed. They had taken a few weeks to convert the mostly unused shed to a spare bedroom in the back of it for the odd times that one of their relations would come and visit them.

Susan quietly opened the shed door, making it creak only slightly and she walked softly to the door of the spare bedroom and put her ear to the door, half guessing what she would find. At first she didn’t hear anything and was about to try the door when what she thought was moaning come from the other side of the door. She turned the knob and flipped the door open and saw all three of her children were inside…all of them naked and on the double bed. She got a quick picture of what they were doing before they reacted to her presence and saw that Peter was between Genies legs, actively licking her pussy, and Mary was under Peter as he knelt, her mouth firming around Peter’s hanging cock! They flew apart as she entered the room, her face flush with surprise…as theirs now were.

“What in the hell are you doing!” She demanded of them, though she could tell very well what they were doing. They scrambled to cover themselves, but they had been lying on top of the covers, so only Genie was able to pull the covers enough from the side to cover herself. Susan caught herself smiling as she watched them scramble to cover themselves…Peter was covering his crotch and Mary hid behind him. “Oh stop it…I’ve already seen you naked and all things considered we’re past that. I can’t believe you three doing this, after…after what happened in the kitchen!” She told them loudly, but she was surprisingly not mad. She stared at all three of them.

“We…we just, well…wanted to, you know…” Peter tried to explain to her and just fumbled for words as he looked at the floor.

“Yes I know, as you all just wanted to what…fuck right?” Susan asked them sarcastically. She saw Genie shaking her head vigorously.

“We haven’t fucked mom!” Genie cried in protest as she looked at her mother and Susan saw the other nod to what Genie said.

“Ok, maybe not, but you don’t think you wont? And regardless of what Bill Clinton says…oral sex is SEX!” She said as she looked at each of them. At first the looks were to their faces, but Susan caught her gaze moving to their uncovered bodies and she blushed, her thoughts becoming less motherly. She averted her eyes slightly to try and avoid their bare flesh. “So what am I suppose to do now? Susan demanded of them and waited a minute for their reply. What she heard shocked her.

“Nothing mommy! You’re not going to tell daddy, just like you didn’t tell him before.” Mary said, her voice Ankara escort bayan without anger, but Susan could hear the confidence in her voice. She gave her daughter a hard stare, and Mary looked back at her.

“You smart ass child!” Susan retorted in anger as she looked at Mary. Mary gave her a hurt look, but continued to look at her.

“I wasn’t being smart assed mommy, just saying you can’t tell daddy, after what we did is all.” Mary replied to her mother’s anger.

“Is that a threat Mary?” Susan asked her daughter, not sure of what her daughter said or meant.

“No!” Mary uttered out quickly as she looked hurtfully at her mother.

“God no!” Peter also responded to their mothers comment.

“We wouldn’t do that mom.” Genie threw in as well.

“Mommy, I would never do that to you, I was just saying we would ALL get in trouble if daddy found out…you said the same thing last week.” Mary muttered out and Susan saw her start to cry softly as she seemed to hide further behind her brother. Susan just nodded at her and lifting the bottom of the bed throwing it over Peter’s lap to try and cover him. She then sat of the edge of the bed and looked at them.

“Ok I’m sorry I got mad. Wait, what am I saying…listen, you guys can’t do this!” Susan tried to make it clear how she felt…even if she was feeling conflicted inside at the moment. “How much have you been doing…this…?” Susan asked as she waved her arm over the bed.

“This is the third time we’ve come out here and one time just me and Mary in my room.” Peter told her quietly, and then glanced up at her. Susan sighed heavily at them.

“And it has only been oral sex?” Susan asked, wanting to know how far it had gone.

“Well that and…umm…our hands.” Genie said meekly from behind her. She looked at her daughter and smiled at her as she rubbed her hair with her hand. Genie actually smiled back.

“I kind of assumed use of your hands, I just wanted to find out if it had gone further. And it hasn’t?” Susan asked again of them, and all three of them shook their heads. “Ok, good. Now, it really needs to stop here. No more, please.” Susan pleaded with them as she looked from face to face. After a few seconds, Mary shook her head and she looked at her daughter.

“No mommy, we…we want to…” Mary started then hesitated when her mother gave her a dark look.

“We want to keep doing it mom.” Peter finished for her, and Susan gave him an incredulous look, not believing what she was hearing. “We talked about it, and even discussed what we would do if you caught us.” He admitted to her and she looked at her daughters and both of them nodded.

“I can’t believe this! So you three are telling me you won’t quit, even after I told you too?” She asked them and they nodded. She shook her head to clear the cobwebs out of it and looked at them again. “Ok, I can’t stop you and I WONT tell your father…but what are you going to do when he finds out in a week…or a year. What then?” Susan asked excitedly as she stood up to face them. “And he will you know.” She said more quietly.

“We don’t know mom, it’s just we don’t want to stop, it feels good…no…more then good.” Peter said as he tried to explain.

“Well it might feel good…sex usually does but, dammit kids, this is wrong!” Susan exclaimed at them, looking at them and seeing her words were falling on deaf ears. “I didn’t make a dent did I?” Susan asked them and they just looked at each other and not at her. She sighed deeply as she thought for a minute. “Ok, well you guys CANT keep coming out here! The neighbors will see something or hear something and well…you can’t do it out here.” She said as she gave up trying to dissuade them and started to make sure they weren’t found out. All three of them looked up and gave her funny looks, Mary even smiled at her.

“You mean we can…play…inside the house?” Mary asked before the others could. Susan groaned aloud but nodded.

“I won’t be calling it playing, but yes. I don’t want the neighbors finding out.” Susan announced to them, then shook her head when she saw them grinning. She couldn’t believe what she just said, but knew she didn’t want her children caught by anyone else. She started to leave, and then looked back at them. “Get dressed please and make sure the bed is fixed and then come inside…I am so going to hell for this!” Susan muttered out as she turned back around and walked out. As she walked back to the house she tried to fight back the images of her children as they pleasured each other, and wondered if she truly was damning herself with her decision…damning herself in more then one way.

Oct. 28

I found the kids in the spare bedroom in the shed yesterday. They were all three of them, having sex. They claimed it was ONLY oral sex, but so what? How long before they start having intercourse, a week…maybe two, hell maybe today after they get home. And there is no way I can make them not have intercourse or stop the sex whatsoever. I can’t tell their Escort Ankara father at this point…as they pointed out, and I can’t punish them in anyway that would have the slightest chance of stopping them. I feel this is my entire fault; I should have stopped the whole damn mess at the start. Mike might have been harsh with Peter then, but if would’ve been better then when he finds out NOW!!!! Or maybe he’ll just find out when I start to show, if I’m pregnant. I don’t know what I’m going to do.

Oct. 29

It was so weird after the kids came home yesterday, after what I had told them the day before. The first few minutes were fine…hello’s, hugs and a bit of snack or drink there. Then it was almost like a switch was thrown and Mary leaned over and kissed Genie right there…in the kitchen! With me watching, like I wasn’t there. Peter then grabbed Mary’s ass as he walked past her and to their rooms. Mary and Genie followed him and I knew what they were doing, as sure as if they had told me. Maybe they had with the way they acted. All I know is I’m there trying to finish up supper and cant. My heart was beating its way out of my chest and my pussy was throbbing so bad that the pressure my panties put on it hurt. I finished the fish as soon as possible and threw it into the oven to cook. I knew I had to go listen at their door to make sure they were, well, doing it. I ignored the dishes for now, washing my hands and softly walked down to the bedrooms. I could hear some sounds and knew even before I got up to Genie’s room that they had left the door open! I couldn’t believe it, they left it open, and I knew they did if I wanted to see them. I stopped, my legs weak and shaking. I felt a bit ill, but not enough to actually be so. I almost turned back to the kitchen, but I had to look.

So I pretended to walk to the bathroom and looked shocked when I reached the open door…and I was shocked, even though I knew they were having sex. I paused at the door for just a second, maybe a half minute, I’m not sure. Peter was lying down on the bed, and was of course erect, but Mary kissing him and I saw he had his hand between her legs and Genie was kissing his chest and stomach and as I stood there she reached down with her hand and grabbed his erection and looking up at me, smiled. She said “hey mom” and then began licking Peter’s erection. Mary and Peter both looked up at me then and I hurried past them and went to the bathroom. I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. And my panties were completely soaked. I had to masturbate and I did right there on the toilet. It didn’t take long; I barely had my fingers inside myself before I came. I splashed my face with cold water and let myself calm down. On the way back to the kitchen I had to avert my eyes or I would have watched as before. I fought to control my thoughts and tried to watch TV when I was checking supper. I did the dishes, and then the laundry…nothing took my mind off of what I saw. My face was flushed the entire time we ate, after Mike got home. I noticed Genie was as well. I also noticed Mary and Peter playing footsie under the table. I’ll certainly have to talk to them about that, least Mike see them. But Mike did get lucky last night…a lot!

Nov. 4

I’m being sorely tested I can tell you! The kids are purposefully tempting me and to be frank, it’s working. I am losing myself in a swirl of lust and excitement every afternoon and I’m getting sick everyday I fight it. Me masturbating, isn’t coming close to handling the pure horniness the kids instill in me when I see them going at it, nor is even having sex in the evenings with Mike. Yes it helps, but I still stay up after hours of sex and he’s already asleep, I find myself fingering myself till I pass out in exhaustion the past few nights. I wake in the morning feeling tired and in a dream; at least till my body and mind becomes supercharged by my children’s sexual forays each day.

Yesterday, I was trying my best to get my work done after they got home…I still hadn’t gotten a good start on supper, the dishes, and I still had some clothes to do and fold. After they came home they gave me the usual greetings and hugs, though in Peter’s case he reverted back to his old nature for the first time since the breakdown and I felt him thrust into my rear for half a minute and he even reached up, quickly tweaking my nipples. That got my motor started I can tell you, and I was almost drooling as he left the room. And I’m not sure at this point if I was just stunned or just so willing that I didn’t say anything to him. But I tried to relax and breathe…my heart rate slowing as I figured they were at least out of sight, if not mind, back in the rear of the house. But that was not to be…

Susan was just starting to combine that night’s casserole into the pan, rolling in the ingredients, when she noticed Mary walk into the kitchen behind her…nude except for her panties. Susan glanced at her, thinking she had come for a drink…guess she worked up a thirst already Susan mused to herself as she looked back down at the bowl. Mary then began cleaning the kitchen table, placing most of the items in the living room or on the floor off to one side. Susan stopped what she was doing and looked intently at her daughter.

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