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Groaning, Jay got up from my bed and rolled to the side to look at the alarm clock. The Digital clock showed that it was six in the evening his stomach groaned in hunger. He looked at his body and found it fully clothed.

Walking downstairs he heard his parents laugh at something and he scrunched up his forehead in confusion.

“Hey Mom. What’s for-.” He stopped short and gaped at the muscular stud sitting in front of his parents. There sat Carl laughing with the people who bore him like he hadn’t just fucked the day lights out of him.

“Jay, you’re awake.” His mom stood up from her chair and walked up to him. “I’m glad you finally got out of that bed. Your friend here has been waiting for you for hours since he showed up carrying you on out doorsteps.” Jay’s mom touched his face and she watched him worriedly. “Is there something wrong, honey?”

Jay shook his head and his mom jumped in the air surprising him. He looked at Carl to see him grinning in glee and he knew he just missed something important.

“Really? Well then, your father and I have somewhere to go and we’ll leave you with this friend of yours.”

Shaking his head, Jay’s parents moved too fast and before he knew it; his parents were gone and he was alone with Carl. Carl chuckled when he saw Jay gaping at his parents.

“You want to eat dinner?” Carl chuckled wen the boy stuttered to answer his question. Jay shook his head rapidly but Carl moved to cook something.

Jay only watched as Carl took off his shirt and got the ingredients from the fridge he needed to cook the dish he wanted. He was halfway done when he noticed Jay watching him like a hawk, which made his dick tighten in his pants.

“Keep watching me like that and we’ll end up in the floor, fucking like rabbits.”

Blushing, Jay hung his head Ankara bayan escort in shame as he heard Carl chuckle. His own cock was also straining inside his pants and he didn’t know what Carl did to him that made him a wanton slut.

Carl rushed through the kitchen like a maniac and finished the dish in an hour. The food he made smelled great and Jay’s stomach rumbled when the smell wafted to his nose. A plate was immediately pushed in front of him and he dug in the delectable food.

It wasn’t long till the plate was cleared and Jay’s stomach was full. Moaning front the aftertaste, Jay looked up from the plate to thank Carl but stopped shortly when he noticed the other boy looking at him hungrily. “What? Is there something on my face?”

The boy only growled in response and pushed himself off the counter top, his movements rushed as he approached the confused boy.

Stopping in front of him, Carl stopped Jay from questioning by a kiss and carried the unsuspecting boy back to his room- planning to fuck the little tease out of his mind till all he could think about was his cock inside his hole.

“Carl, put me down.” Jay whined almost lamely. His attempts to push the muscular boy feeling half-hearted as Carl’s lips left his and sucked the skin along his throat.

Stopping at the middle of the stairs, Carl pushed Jay at carpeted floor and thrust his denim-covered cock with Jay’s. “Are you sure you want me to stop?” He whispered huskily in his ears, dipping his younger and twirling inside the shell of Jay’s ear. The sensations brought by Carl’s ministrations was too much and he couldn’t stop his hips from moving along Carl’s; wanting to feel more of his body than what he intended to portray.

Taking Jay’s movements as a cue to continue, he lifted the boy from the floor and continued Escort bayan Ankara to upstairs.

He threw Jay at his bed and discarded his clothes on the floor. His thick and throbbing cock slapped his tight stomach as he pulled his underwear down. He stroked it a couple of times and looked up when he hear the bed creaking. The kneeling on the bed was Jay, already discarded his clothes and was pushing two fingers inside his hole like there’s no tomorrow.

The sight was purely erotic to him. The view making his cock throb inside his hand and making cum shoot out from the slit.

“Fuck me Carl.”

Chuckling he crawled above Jay and slid his cock all the way inside him; the earlier masturbation making the entrance a lot easier. “Shit, you’re so tight baby.” He cursed when he felt Jay clamped along his tool and stopped moving inside him.

“Fuck me Carl, I’ve wanted your cock ever since Elena introduced the two of us… Please.”

Hearing those words woke the monster on Carl and he pushed his cock deeper inside Jay. The little boy moved his ass along his thrust and circled his arms along Carl’s neck.

“You want it harder baby?” He seethed in front of Jay’s face an took his lips in a bruising kiss. Jay moaned in response and opened his mouth to let Carl enter. Carl penetrated Jay’s mouth and ass, the boy melting in his arms as his huge cock invaded his ass and mouth with his tongue. He pulled away from his lips and looked down. The sight of his cock entering in and out of Jay’s hole was hypnotizing and he pulled all the way out. He looked back at Jay gazing at him in wonder and almost laughed at his gaping mouth.

“You want my cock?” Jay nodded in a daze and he pulled away from him. He laid on his back beside Jay and stroked his cock slowly. The younger boy’s eyes followed his Bayan escort Ankara hand and crawled all the way down. Taking the member that was once was in his ass inside his mouth. The feeling of his warm cavity encasing his steel rod felt like heaven and he guide Jay’s head.

Jay pulled his mouth from Carl’s cock and looked at the stud in lust. His head was thrown all the way back and beads of sweat for in his forehead. His entire body glistened from the sunlight coming through the windows and he almost came when Carl opened his eyes and looked at him through a lust-filled haze.

“I want to come inside you baby.” Carl pleaded and Jay nodded on return. He also wanted to feel Carl’s cum spraying his inside and he pushed himself of the mattress. Supporting his weight with his foot, he steadied himself above Carl’s rod and position the tip of his cock at the entrance of his hole.

Not wanting to prolong his release more, Carl took hold of Jay hips and pushed him down hard on his cock; the boy was impaled by his cock in seconds and Carl couldn’t hold his orgasm any more.

From seeing Jay eat his dish and from the fore play. It was all too much an he released the pent up cum inside his balls inside Jay. Something wet hit his chest and he opened his eyes to see Jay’s cock spraying cum all over his chest and abs. The sight was glorious and it made his orgasm a little longer.

Jay’s body fell above his and he closed his arms around the boy’s body. He gently laid him beside his body and the boy whimpered from the lost of hardness inside his hole. Carl chuckled at him and jumped of the bed. He walked inside the bathroom and looked for a washcloth to clean Jay with.

He found some under a drawer and returned to Jay’s room. The sight the greeted him awoken his cock but he knew that Jay was tired from the sex they just had. Cum was practically coming out of Jay’s hole and he closed his eyes to control his lust. He still had to train him so that Jay could endure sex many times in a day. If he wanted Carl all to himself then once a day wasn’t enough.

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*Running away only works if you know what you are running from*

(Again, I have to thank a few of my commenters for ideas that I think improve this story immensely)

(I’d also like to say that this is not a story of domination, or someone changing who they are overnight. In this story sex is not a panacea.)

*

If I had any illusions that my weekend with Mrs. Hardison had earned me anything by end of business Monday they had all evaporated. I had to start up a project, get everyone aware of what I needed from them, and be constantly on call for information I barely knew how to find. I got home to my hovel at ten.

Tuesday I had to set up meetings, go to meetings and deliver a status update to Leslie all before noon. Now that the easy part of my day was over I had to actually get working on the project. In the midst of this I got dragged off to a security briefing I didn’t have to be at and then I got buried in calls explaining to me why people couldn’t do what I wanted to do for the rest of the day. I was home at nine-thirty.

Wednesday was more of the same; pointless meetings, tons of excuses that basically boiled down to me being a jumped-up twerp with no authority and since they didn’t ‘have’ to do it, they weren’t going to do it. I countered with a charm campaign, doing end runs around some of the people giving me crap and personally going to the people I needed to talk to. I was home by eight, but I told my friend the drug dealer on the street corner I was considering his job offer.

Thursday was wonderful. Three people way over my head spent some of their precious time firing off e-mails my way telling me they were going to have my ass for going behind their backs. Two of them threatened to have me fired. I resisted the temptation to tell them to get the fuck in line. Leslie called for an update, I told her I wasn’t done and she told me to bring up what I had. I printed it up and went to face the music.

“Hey,” Leslie smiles to me. She develops a worried expression as she sees the hang-dogged look on my face. “Is it really that bad?” I hand her my work to date. She looks at it and shakes her head. “This isn’t good.” She gets up and goes into Mrs. Hardison’s office. A minute later she steps out and ushers me in.

Gloria Hardison sits behind her Spartan desk with everything a neat arrangement and everything in its place no doubt. She is reviewing my hardcopy; thumbing through what little I have compiled, a strand of her thin black hair slipping along the delicate curve of her cheek. “Why has Mr. Fujiwara’s section not filed any work with you yet?” she says in a clipped tone.

“The long version or the short version,” I respond in a tired voice. I figure I am about to go down in flames. Gloria pierces me with a soul-searing glance. “Long version; his department is busy and he’ll get to it in due time. Short version; he told me to stuff it up my ass,” I explain.

“Leslie, get Mr. Fujiwara in my office immediately,” Mrs. Hardison communicates to her assistant. Gloria goes back to work and I stand around uselessly. My phone rings, I answer it and I have a quick conversation with a co-worker who is actually cooperating. All the while Gloria doesn’t seem to notice I’m in the room.

Even when Fujiwara walks in the room she doesn’t look up until she’s finished whatever she’s working on. “Mr. Fujiwara, do you know Mr. Duarte?” “Yes Mrs. Hardison,” he responds.

“Are you aware of his project?” “Yes I am aware but …” he stammers. “I give you a set number of projects to supervise, I give you a set amount of time to accomplish these goals and I figure in such things as overlap and acceptable delays. This project is an acceptable delay, so why haven’t you been assisting Mr. Duarte?”

“I’ll get right on it,” he says softly. “What strike is this Mr. Fujiwara?” He doesn’t answer. “The answer is three. Clear out your desk and have security process you by end of business. Good day,” she said dismissively. The man stumbles out of the office. This is why she’s called The Bitch.

“If you have any other problems contact Leslie,” she tells me. “Leslie, see that Mr. Fujiwara is removed from the building by five and put a lock on his systems. Inform Harriett List that she’s been temporarily promoted,” Mrs. Hardison says over her mouth piece then gets back to her work. I stand at attention, turn and leave hoping my sweat isn’t showing.

I sometimes forget what a terrible unforgiving bitch she can be, but by the end of business I have people stumbling over themselves to get me what I need. I get home at ten again and I’m really starting to hope I get mugged just so I can sleep it off in some police precinct. I go in early only so I can catch up with all the stuff I should have been doing Tuesday and Wednesday.

At noon Leslie gives me a call and I show up at her desk. I wait for a few people to file out and Gloria’s lunch to arrive before I get ushered in. Again I feel like a fly in a massive spider’s web. “You’ve been putting Ankara escort in a great deal of overtime,” she comments without looking up. “Yes Mrs. Hardison, but I’m putting the time to productive use. I hope to have a strong alpha model up by Wednesday.” She looks up and me and I can’t tell if she’s angry or happy; she’s like a robot, cold and pitiless.

“That is acceptable,” she nods. “Friday would have been fine.” “Thank you,” I sigh. “That wasn’t a compliment Mr. Duarte, it was an assessment of the situation,” she says evenly. “So, are you working late tonight?”

“I …” I stammer because there is no way I can judge what the right answers are. “I am … staying … no … I’m leaving on time tonight,” I manage to get out.” She goes back to her work without physically acknowledging my response. “You may go,” she dismisses me.

(Friday Night) I’m working up some stir-fry using the instructions from one of Gloria’s cook books at her place. I think I’m doing it okay, but I haven’t cooked this in three years. I hear noise from the front of the building but I can’t abandon my food so I’m still cooking away when two arms wrap themselves around me and a head presses against my back.

“I still wasn’t sure you would be here,” she murmurs to me. “I wasn’t sure I’d be here Gloria. I’m dog tired,” I answer. I am not going to directly complain about work. In a way it isn’t Gloria’s fault; it is Mrs. Hardison’s. “What are you cooking?” she sniffs.

“I remembered you like Chinese so I got us some fresh produce from the market and I am cooking what I hope will be duck,” I respond. “It smells good,” she sighs as she ran her hands up and down my chest. “Let me go up and change.” I have finished by the time she comes back down in a sweat shirt and shorts; I’m pretty sure she’s braless.

“Damn,” I whisper but she hears me anyway. “What is it?” she questions. “I can’t get over how beautiful you are,” I tell her. She carefully weighs my statement within her intriguingly sharp mind.

“I like that,” she accepts my honesty. “Now I’d like to eat,” she informs me. I dole out two helpings and set the plates down on the table. When she is about to dig in I pull her plate away. “What?” she reacts suspiciously. “Kiss the cook,” I command.

We lock gazes and I can feel her desire to dominate and control me, but there is something else there as well, slowly growing in her mind; it is the desire for companionship. Gloria stands up and leans across table, kissing me. She tastes sweet like ginger on my tongue. I slip her plate back to her and she digs in.

“Good,” she says as she finishes and uses a napkin to dab her lips. “You wouldn’t want to disappoint me tonight.” “Oh, bad day?” I ask cautiously. “Bad week,” she answers. “I have this employee who needs me to hold his hand the entire time. It is really trying. He is in severe need of motivation.”

“What is their boss like? Sometimes the problem is with the leadership,” I suggest. “Oh, the boss in this case is sharp, understanding, and inspirational,” she informs me. “I envy him,” I respond. “My boss is a real ball-buster, tyrant, and uses fear as a motivational technique.” Gloria glares at me.

“Do they have any good qualities?” she warns me. “She’s breathtakingly attractive, sexually demanding, and incredibly intelligent to the point of erotic captivation,” I admit. “Highly intelligent people are often misunderstood by the less gifted,” Gloria points out.

“In my experience the best thing about intelligent people that you are always learning something new and exciting about them,” I tell her. “That works for me, but what do you plan to stay interesting?” she taunts me. “I was planning to read Fifty Shades of Gray for relationship advice,” I grin.

“I’m surprised,” Gloria states. “Are you really interested in that kind of thing?” I ask. “No, I surprised you can read,” is her biting commentary. This make me stand up and come around the table. Gloria stands to meet me and when I put my arms around the small of her back, she put her hands against my shoulders to keep my lips at bay.

“No,” she declares as she keeps me from her. I get within a hair’s breathe of her face and stop. Our eyes meet and neither one of us blinks. “I want you,” I say hoarsely. She shakes her head in the negative. We remain locked until her whole energy changes.

“Kiss me,” she commands. I hesitate but her eyes draw me in. No sooner than our tongues touch does she pull back again and hugs me. “I’ve missed you,” she admits. “Do you know how hard it is to see you at your desk and not come around and kiss you?” I tell her gently.

“I know,” she sighs. “Now that I know what it is like to have your arms around me it is hard to not want to come down to you for a quick hug. When I get home the house feels so empty now.” “I’m a phone call away,” I respond. “I’ve been paying attention to your hours. You need your sleep and I want you to do well … for that tyrant of a boss.”

“Don’t worry about that one; I have a few things in Ankara escort bayan mind for her,” I hint at her wickedly. Gloria is clearly torn between her own sexuality and her desire to know and control events. “Can you give me a preview?” she murmurs. “Not right now, but maybe in about an hour after we’ve had a chance to digest our dinners. I have some work to finish anyway,” I groan. Gloria gives me a lingering kiss and smiles.

“Nice dodge Mr. Duarte. Lucky for you I have work to do too,” she concedes. She makes her way to the living room and gets out her computer. I take the time to clean up the kitchen before joining her. She sits on the sofa and I take a seat at her feet. I’m working away when I feel her fingers running through my thick brown hair and I stop to relish the sensation.

Before I can react she stops and I hear her working once more. Promptly one hour later she closes her laptop and nudges me with her foot. “I’m ready,” she informs me. “I’m not,” I reply.

“I don’t care,” she counters. When I don’t move she nudges me again and then a bit harder. “I want to go upstairs,” she insists. I cleverly remain unresponsive and I can hear a deep panther-like rumbling from her but then something changes. She leans forward and whispers in my ear. “If you beat me upstairs you can do whatever you want to me.”

In retrospect I should have known that I was starting off on the floor while she was sitting on the sofa, but I can’t claim the incentive wasn’t worth it. Her eyes are feverish with the rush of victory as she beckons me close once we are in her bedroom. She sits on the bed and opens her legs, drawing me forward. She pushes me down so that I am on my knees.

“What would you have done if I beat you up here?” I have to ask. “Given you whatever you wanted,” she admits. “I knew I should have tripped you,” I mutter. “You would have cheated to get me,” she inquires intently.

“No; when I get you I’ll earn it,” I respond with intensity. I know I’m going to have her one day. She kisses me over much of my face. Gloria reaches out and undoes my tie, pulling it free and using the action to pull me into her bosom. She has me stand and starts unbuttoning my shirt striping me of it in two brutal yanks.

“Come here,” she tells me. As I do she runs her hands over my chest and shoulders breathing and kissing my nipples. I put my hands on her shoulders and a she considers it before giving me the nod. I grasp her sweat shirt and remove it with languid grace. Her breasts swing free with just a hint of sag but in my mind that curvature makes them all the more desirable.

I move to stroke them but she shakes her head. Damn this woman is driving me crazy. She starts working my belt buckle off instead. When my pants fall down; she takes a minute to caress my hard-on through my boxers. “Please,” I beg because my desire has become so strong for her.

“Ssshhh …” she purrs, “I’m getting used to having a lover. I’m getting used to having you. Now finish taking your clothes off,” she says gently. I kneel; take off my shoes then pants. While I’m kneeling before her once more she stands up. She wiggles out of her shorts and just like she had no bra on, she has no underwear on underneath either. I press in and kiss her pubic area. This she allows and puts her hand on my head.

I bring my hand up her thighs until I grabbed hold of her buttocks all the while kissing her and breathing in deeply of her musk. Gloria rocks back and forth and this allows me to lick her labia with a quick jabs of my tongue. I move one of her legs up on the bed so she is balancing on the other, allowing me better access her pussy; now I have full contact along the entire length.

“Good boy,” she murmurs. “That’s it.” I rub my lower lip along her labia and drive my tongue into her until she shakes. Now I pull back and Gloria looks down on me with some consternation. “Who is fucking who?” I taunt her with her fluids on my lips. “Don’t stop,” she demands. I stick a finger into her and swirl it around until she gasps.

“Who is fucking who?” I repeat. “Damn you,” she whispers. I stop moving my finger around and she groans. “You are fucking me,” she confesses desperately. I willfully return my attentions to her pussy. With fingers, lips, tongue and teeth I have her gasping and pushing my head in.

She keeps pushing into my mouth and I keep pressing back setting us in a rocking motion that permits me to delve even deeper. “Eddie,” she mewls which suggests to me she wants the tease and not the climax. I take it nice and easy and she rewards me with some heavy breathing.

“Lower,” she whispers. I lick lower until I’m at the end of her pussy. “Lower,” she repeats with eager gasps. I start to wonder where this is going, but I not lick beneath cunt going farther and farther back until my neck hurts and my tongue touches her anus. “Oh,” she groans loudly, “Yes.” I pull back.

“I’m not sure about this,” I inform her. “Continue,” she urges me. When I still look hesitant she adds, Escort Ankara “Please.” My experiences with anal sex consist of one drunken night with a rather kinky girl. That Gloria would be into this is mind-blowing. I try to go back in but the angle is too uncomfortable so I quickly figure out that I need to wet two fingers and start pushing one in.

This gets her heart racing and her breath is becoming deep and ragged. I start sucking and nibbling all along her pussy letting my tongue dance around and leaving no velvety fold neglected. The leg supporting her weight starts trembling and the vibrations creep up her body. When she starts to convulse I try to hold her up with my own free hand.

I fail and she falls back on the bed. I pull my finger out of her anus while I kiss my way up her stomach. “I cannot remember anyone else touching me in such a way and giving me such pleasure,” she lauds me. I guess that is a version of thank you. I kiss my way up to her breastbone and coax a response from one of her nipples with my fingers. I’m still between her legs and I’m close to entering her.

“Not right now,” she says with more compassion than normal. I roll to the side and scoot up beside her. Unbidden she rolls into me and puts a hand on my stomach. She looks over for some time before tears well up in her eyes filled with pain and self-loathing. I try to hold her close but she stops me.

“Why?” she starts to sob. I feel I know what this means. “You have so much to work through Gloria. You can’t hope that is something that is going to be over in one day, one week, or one month,” I tell her. “It hurts so much and I hate feeling this way … weak. I’m not weak,” she seethes. “Why did you do to this me?”

“I don’t think I can express how much it hurts me to see the pain in your eyes right now,” I apologize. “You are not weak; in fact you are the strongest woman I know. I’m not going to let you down and I’m going to do whatever it takes for you to get through this.” She puts her head on my chest, tears slowly rolling down on me.

“Damn it,” she sobs softly. “I used to love without reservation. I find myself wanting to pull away and drive you out, but I want you to stay as well. It is crazy.” “Thanks for taking me back. Walking out on you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done,” I confess. We stay together for what me a half an hour before her self-control wins out of her anguish.

“I want to go to sleep now,” she sniffles. “Go get me a nightshirt — top drawer.” I obediently get out of bed then an idea occurs to me. I reach down, pick up my dress shirt and toss it to her. “Funny,” she snorts. We look at each other before she sighs and puts it on. She turns over, crawls beneath the covers and rolls onto her side away from me. I cut off the lights and join her, but not a word is spoken before we both drift off to sleep.

(Saturday) I’m not sure what makes me wake up, but the first hints of sunrise are pushing aside the night sky when I do. I look over, noticing that she’s moved closer to me and rolled onto her back, the pale pink skin of her face and chest contrasted with her free-flowing black hair. I turn over onto my elbow and kiss her lightly on the lips. She smiles and murmurs so I kiss her again; she responds by moving closer to me.

I have a decision to make; I could gently shake her awake or I could experiment with the boundaries we’ve set up — how much sex is too much. I nudge the shirt aside exposing a nipple. I tickle it with my tongue getting an instant reaction and a slight intake of breathe. I move with a little more passion and she starts to squirm.

I kiss my way down to her belly button and give it light touches with the tongue. I move a hand down and she’s wet and sexually ready. I rise up over her carefully moving her legs aside before letting my penis touch her pussy. She moans, thrusts her hips up incrementally and lets me press past her lips. I push deeper with incredible care with her breathe deepening.

“Ummm, that feels nice,” she moans sleepily; “morning sex.” “I was afraid I’d freak you out, but I wanted to make you happy too,” I say. She wraps her arms around my neck and starts pushing back against my thrusts. “I approve of your initiative Mr. Duarte,” she sighs with pleasure.

I thrust with more urgency until I see her lazy smile turn into panic. “Wait! Put on a rubber,” he demands. “What … I,” I stammer. “I’m not on the pill,” he explains. Oh crap!

“The side drawer,” she instruct hastily. As concern rushes over me I feel her still thrusting against me. I reluctantly pull out and then race for the brand new box of prophylactics. Gloria is doing a little self-stimulation until I station myself back between her legs. She bites her lip and looks at me with a seductive and devilish expression meant to drive me crazy with lust. I happily enter her welcoming vagina once more.

“Oh God,” she greets me. “Yes, keep at it,” she urges me on as she once more wraps her arms around my neck and captivates me with her hungry gaze. “Do you like this?” she taunts. “I can’t get enough of you Gloria. I don’t want this to ever stop,” I respond. “Good boy,” she coos. I can sense her getting off on her newfound sexual control both emotionally and physically.

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I woke up late again. At this point in the semester, I still wasn’t adjusted to my class schedule, being only 18 and a new student, so I only had about 10 minutes to get ready and to class. I would have preferred to put on more clothes before running off to the bathroom, but I was scared as hell of being yelled at by Mr Wilder, so I ended up scampering to the bathroom in a bra and panties. Of course, with my luck, my dad was in the hallway at the time, so I very nearly smashed right into him on my way. I tried to go around him, but we fumbled for a moment, so dad just grabbed my hips and moved me around him. My dad is take-charge like that. For a moment, his hands seemed to linger on my waist, but a second later he continued down the hall. Anyway, I needed to get showered so I ran into the bathroom and turned on the water. I had just pulled down my panties and unclasped my bra when I heard a little knock on the door. I pulled the door open a tad to find my dad there. “Yeah dad?”

He was holding a laptop in his hand. “Hey Sandy, Mike already left for class. I was meaning to give him my old laptop. It stopped working the other day, so I figured he could play around with it.” At this point, I was 5 minutes late, so I just hurried him off and told him to leave it by the door. Closing the door, I saw myself in the mirror and realized how much I had just flashed my father. My 36DD tits were exposed entirely by the bra hanging from my arms, and the angle I was standing spread my legs just enough to show off my pretty little pussy. I felt a little naughty, but it was an accident, so I just moved on with my shower. I managed to run out the door without a wardrobe malfunction, making sure to grab the laptop for Mike.

I showed up to class about 10 minutes late and found my older brother near the middle. He’d saved me my usual seat. “Mike, dad wanted me to give this to you.” I said, but my words went unnoticed judging by his continuing stare down the row. Once again, my brother was ignoring Mr Wilder’s lecture in favor of trying to peek at Nicole Downy’s skimpy cheerleader uniform. It was very provocative, indeed, but I still needed to give him the dang laptop, so I shoved him a little. “Dad said to give this to you.” I offered. “Thanks.” he said, returning to his personified porn.

I tried to follow along with the lecture, but it’s hard when Mr Wilder looks at you like a pin up doll in a magazine. Throughout the class, he walked back and forth in front of us, stealing glances up my skirt and occasionally taking the lecture down an aisle for a peek at my breasts. I couldn’t really focus, but I managed to take some basic notes and called it a day. I had to get ready for a movie with my boyfriend Jason.

Now, I’m a virgin. I’ve been with girls, Ankara bayan escort I’ve kissed, and I’ve done plenty of touching, but I’ve never seen a guy’s dick. Well, at least not before that day. Jason and I went to see a movie about some action hero jumping over cars and about halfway through, he started kissing my neck. I didn’t mind at all. I love being kissed on the neck. We started getting a little heavier, and his hands gravitated down to my skirt. I tried to push him away like I always do, but he was very insistent, so I let it slide a little bit. Before long, his hand was under my shirt while the other explored on top of my panties. I was feeling good to be honest, although the sensations were new, they felt pretty okay. It was when Jason tried to feel under my panties I called it quits. I told him that I wasn’t ready for that sort of thing. In fact, I told him several times, but his fingers managed to find their way into me anyway. I felt a twinge of pleasure when he got them in, but enough was enough. I stood up and walked out of the theater feeling flustered.

The lobby was crowded, so I walked outside for some fresh air. I was sitting down by the fountain when I suddenly spotted my dad walking by in the crowd. I almost shouted to him, but then I saw who he was with. On his arm was a very tall, very blonde, very slutty looking woman who was certainly NOT my mother. This was bad.

I decided I needed to follow them, for mom’s sake, and we three headed down the alley on the side of the theater. Trying to stay hidden, I saw them go into the theater through a propped open door. I snuck silently, well as silently as possible, into the theater where I saw them go into another, much smaller room. There were a lot of these little rooms lined up against the wall, each with a number and a box of tissues attached to the door. The one they’d gone into also said “Occupied” in little red letters. I had no idea what this place was or why they were here, but I had to investigate further, so I went over by their door and tried to listen. I heard some muffled noises, but I couldn’t tell what was happening. Then an idea came to me. Maybe if I got in the stall next to them, I could hear what they were talking about. So, I looked around for people, and finding nobody, I walked into the next stall.

I was not prepared for what I saw. On the left side of this stall was a big window that showed me the inside of the next cell. My father and that blonde woman were sitting on a bench, her straddling him, and her breasts were pulled out of her top. The whore wasn’t wearing a bra. I locked the stall and sat down on my own bench, waiting for them to notice me and explain themselves. But, after a couple minutes, I realized the glass was one-way, and by Escort bayan Ankara that time my dad’s shirt and tie were on the ground. He started to lick and suck on her breasts in ways that made her moan loudly. He tugged on her nipples while rubbing her thighs against his crotch. She seemed to be enjoying herself very much. All in a moment, they began quickly undressing. The woman leaned over, pulling her dress up and her panties down, oddly enough in my direction. I got a good look at her pussy, glistening and wet from the foreplay my father had been giving her. I was so focused on her stripping down, I was surprised to glance over at my dad just as he unveiled his massive hard-on. It had to be at least 8 inches long, and it didn’t look fully up yet.

I’m sorry to admit, or at least I was then, that I felt something stirring in my panties at the sight of my dad’s dick. It was massive and shaved bare. I let out a little moan when the woman with him kneeled down to grab onto his penis. She stroked it slowly, licking her lips and staring into his eyes. Her hand was so small in comparison with his cock, it was almost comical. I realized then that my hands were rubbing my thighs without my express approval. Without noticing, I’d hiked up my skirt to my hips and started to stroke my inner thigh with lust. Now that I was doing it intentionally, my strokes got nearer and nearer my panties, until I was pushing little folds of silk into my hole while I moaned lightly.

I looked back to my father, cheating on my mom within feet of his daughter, and I quickened my pace. It felt so naughty knowing that he couldn’t see me. Knowing his disgusting secret was mine, and I was about to watch him fuck this blonde bimbo without his knowledge. My juices were running down my leg and soaking my panties, so I pulled them down and tossed them away. The blonde had moved onto rubbing the tip of his cock over her nipples, and then suddenly she took his whole length down her throat. She bobbed up and down quickly, pausing every few moments to inhale. She scarfed his dick down, the little whore. I could see the outline of his cock inside her neck each time she sucked it in again. Her tongue was stuck out on the underside of his shaft, tickling his balls each time she bottomed out. On they went, gagging and slurping until my dad stood up suddenly.

His hands went to her head and pulled him into her, thrusting over and over deeper into her throat. He face-fucked her for another minute before pulling out and slapping her around a bit with his massive dick. It looked fully grown now, and was probably 10 inches long. I was panting and moaning this whole time teasing and prodding my little pussy. At some point, my button up and bra had made their way to the floor too, Bayan escort Ankara so that I was naked except for my skirt and boots. Naughty me.

My dad laid down on the bench with his feet toward me and pulled the slut to him. She instinctively jumped on his cock and sunk down a little over halfway. Using her legs to pump, she slid up and down, riding his cock slowly, obviously enjoying herself. She threw her head back and closed her eyes a moment. Apparently my dad saw that as the moment to grab her hips and force her down on his dick. She screamed with the whole thing inside of her, but she fucking loved it, I could tell. His man meat was jammed up into her far enough to tickle her tits and she was once again fucking him with abandon. I too, was getting fucked. My fingers, first one, then two, were jammed up inside me, tickling my insides. I was riding high, cumming hard, and not for the first time that night.

I came down from my self-gratification and saw that they had switched positions. My dad had shoved her up against the glass and entered her from behind, possibly in her asshole, and was now thrusting her tits flat against the glass with his crotch. I was curious how she felt with that big dick up in her vagina. And lucky for me, there was an easy place nearby that I could find one. These two probably wouldn’t finish any time soon, so I unlocked the door and moved over one stall. As soon as I entered, a dick was shoved through a hole in the wall. Now, I was naively expecting an in-person type meeting, but the cock that sprouted out was large and I was very curious about it.

I moved the bench so that I could sit under it and it twitched in my face. It took me a few moments to gather myself for the task at hand, but in a few seconds, my fingers were wrapped around the warm shaft in front of me. It was softer than I expected, but at the same time it was very hard. I stroked it a few times, then rubbed my little finger over the head. I had to. I had to take it in my mouth.

At first it was a cautious lick. As if it was going to hurt me for tasting it. But then, relieved by the pleasant taste, I closed my lips around the head. I stuck my tongue out like I’d watched the whore do and teased little circles around it before diving back in, this time a lot deeper. My mouth was full of man meat and I was so fucking wet. I hadn’t even thought to put my shirt back on before leaving the first stall, so I had easy access to pinch and pull at my nipples.

Apparently, the mystery cock had enjoyed my work, because it came all of a sudden into my mouth with a grunt and a moan. I was surprised, but it tasted good. I licked it off the cock sticking out in front of me, but in another moment it was gone.

When I turned to get my shirt and undergarments from the next stall, I noticed the door was open. God, I was becoming a real slut. I was so preoccupied with the dick that I had forgotten to close the door. Anybody could have been watching me. I’m naughty. But so is my cheating father.

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[AUTHOR’S NOTE: My stories are all about pushing limits. This one crosses a line. For those squeamish readers who are comfortable in their own little worlds, you can bash all you want but it’s falling on deaf ears. I would merely make this point to some of the will-be critics of this story. Perhaps the most masculine hero of horny males of all time, Hugh Hefner, has admitted to acts during some of his many orgies that might be deemed totally incompatible with the lifestyle of a virile woman’s man. Bet most of you didn’t know that? Sexuality takes a lot of turns when the hormones are flowing. It doesn’t mean that’s who you are; it just means, that’s what you did at that time. So, let’s cross some lines and see how it goes, shall we?]

The incredibly fit stud sitting underneath my petite Asian wife completely drew me attention away from the birthday cake sitting on the coffee table in front of the two of them.

“Happy birthday, David, honey,” my 29-year-old, slutty hotwife purred, her slender, sexy legs together as she sat sideways on her male friend’s lap, in the corner of our sofa in our living room. Kitty was wearing a frilly, black lingerie set unfamiliar to me — almost a tight, see-through black blouse, which was not buttoned but tied in a single knot between her sexy A-cup titties, and a French-cut bikini panty arching high over her slender hips. Her tiny 100-pound figure looked half the size of her sexy male friend, who also was unfamiliar to me. He was wearing only loose jogger’s shorts, revealing a chiseled, hairy chest that wasn’t ripped but didn’t have a drop of fat or loose skin. His temples were broad and his steely gray eyes were deep-set, with closely-trimmed dark hair that was graying appropriately for his late-40’s age.

As she sat sideways on the stud’s lap, with her small back leaning against not just the sofa’s armrest but the male long, strong arm, she had her smooth athletic legs stretched out onto the sofa. One of my wife’s arms was reaching behind her friend’s sturdy neck, while her other hand waived in the air, pointing to the small chocolate cake on the coffee table. She giggled playfully at the joke she was about to tell. “Told you I’d have a surprise for you — you like the cake?”

Dropping my work laptop’s black bag on the floor, I peeled my raincoat off and pulled up a chair to the opposite side of the coffee table, across from the two largely undressed adults. I felt my dick already demanding attention, throbbing in my underwear, seeing my wife perched on top of another man. As my eyes fell on his handsome face, I saw the stranger return a friendly, expectant gaze at me. He clearly had been fully appraised that Kitty’s husband was due home from work soon on this birthday, and I guess Kitty’s friend was going to be part of the celebration.

I noticed my wife’s long hair, which typically is its natural jet-black shade, but as of the past weekend had been colored a playful reddish shade. It was smooth, silky, brushed out to its full length, it didn’t look tangled or sweaty whatsoever. She had on ample amounts of makeup — eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow, rouge, everything but lipstick. I immediately concluded that Kitty and the guy had not had sex already; or, if they had, she’d gotten showered and cleaned up, and re-applied her makeup.

Taking a seat on the chair, adjusting my legs so that my hardened cock could rest comfortably in my underwear, I nodded in the direction of our guest for the party. “Looks great,” I punned, ambiguously referring either to the cake or her friend — or both. “Are we going to have a little party now — even before I eat dinner?”

Kitty giggled again, her arm behind the male’s head bending so that her slender fingers could stroke his close-cut hair along his neck. She turned to look at the guy’s face for a moment, smiling at what she saw, before looking back at me. “Oh, would you mind having dinner later, are you really hungry?” she softly asked me, with a slight grin. “I thought, you know, Dillon, you and me could have some cake, have a little party now — so I can give you your present.”

I gave “Dillon” a friendly smile, something most men wouldn’t give a guy who was sitting with a nearly-naked wife. “Hey, Dillon — so what do you know of this ‘present’ she has for me?”

Now, some guys think I’m gay — or, worse, some type of wannabe homosexual — because I get horny from seeing my wife with really good-looking, well-built men. It’s true, I do; but I don’t ever wanna fuck them myself. So I don’t think I’m gay. But I will say: fuck, this man Dillon was handsome. Large, triangular chest with broad shoulders tapering down to a thin, fit waist; extremely flat, tight abdomen; arms that looked like concrete, chiseled with well-toned muscles; a well-groomed face that could have been in a corporate boardroom earlier in the day.

Dillon shrugged his mighty shoulders, tilting his charming face to the side for a moment. “Oh, I don’t know — your little wife Ankara escort here, she is full of ideas, all sorts of fun ones.”

“Mmm,” agreed Kitty, nodding at him, turning to face him, “you know it!” She leaned her body into his, resting the side of her torso against his hairy chest and her head against his neck, as she kept her eyes on me a few feet away across the room. “David, I thought I’d get you something for your birthday that I know you’d really, really, REALLY like.” Then her free hand waived towards the lonesome cake on the short table between herself and me. “But, you first want some cake, are you hungry?”

Actually I was, but my aching erection in my pants — seeing my sexy wife sitting on the hot stud’s lap — dictated my priorities at the moment. “Oh, I’m kinda hungry, but — well you tell me — are you hungry too, I can wait if you’re not?”

My wife let out a low approving groan, while the male sporting the gold wedding band on his ring finger underneath her chuckled at my question. “Mmm, yeah,” Kitty snickered, turning her gorgeous, flattened face to gaze her slanted Asian eyes up at her friend’s face, “I’m hungry all right — just, not for cake.” (You know, I kind of expected that answer.) Still leaning her small frame into Dillon’s larger body, my petite wife turned once again in my direction. “So you wanna go get into something comfortable, David, or you wanna, I dunno, go to the bathroom or get a bite or anything — or, you wanna see your present?”

She knew what my answer would be, but she was just being sweet and not trying to dictate my birthday to me. “Ah, I’m good — so, um, you have my curiosity piqued, what’s this present you keep talking about?” As I asked, my dick was really hurting in my pants, I could feel it leaking precum against my skin inside my tight briefs.

Kitty cleared her throat, swallowing, catching a breath before saying something she must have planned ahead of time. “Well, I know you’d like this — your present is, you get to see something that — well, that Dillon and I have been talking about for, what, now, three weeks?” She momentarily looked up at him over her shoulder, as he shrugged and nodded, muttering in agreement. “We’ve been — we’ve traded emails and been chatting for, I dunno, three weeks — and I told him, well, this would make the perfect birthday present for my husband — so, he agreed, he was really sweet and waited, and now, you get your present!”

I thought I might have a clue what she meant, but if I was wrong, then I had no fucking idea where she was going. “Oh, uh — that’s, um, nice of him — so, I’m — you have me really curious now, baby — what, exactly, is the present?”

Her brown eyes were riveted on mine, making sure I had my full attention on her and her male friend. “This is,” she groaned at me in a throaty, husky voice. Then, with her arm behind his head, she reached her hand up to the back of his skull and pulled his face down, while simultaneously she leaned back into his arm a bit and turned her own face upwards at him. Right in front of me, the stranger whom she met online within the last month planted his married mouth on my wife’s lips, and I watched them groan at each other in a deep, powerful kiss. Kitty’s slender jaw immediately opened to allow Dillon to thrust his tongue into her mouth, and my wife accepted it, sucking his tongue, craving that male kiss as she sank more into his arms.

“Oh, gawwd,” I panted, kicking my shoes off to watch the erotic kiss in front of me, loving how the male was adoring my gorgeous Asian wife. “That’s so hot,” I added needlessly, knowing Kitty knew that would be my reaction.

It had been a couple of months, I bet, since I’d watched her fuck anyone in front of me. She’d been on plenty of fuckdates, but we had sort of fallen out of the practice of inviting men to our house to fuck her while I was home. She’d get her cock while I was at work, or she’d go on overnight date with men while I stayed home. When we were at home together, she was loving and devoted, fucking me relentlessly numerous times during the weekend, every night, just about every morning. So this was an unexpected and very pleasant development.

As the two kissed in front of me, I saw Kitty’s small body squirming, feeling the man’s crotch against the side of her hip and thigh while she sat sideways on him. He took one of his big manly paws and started to stroke her thighs and legs, back and forth feeling her smooth skin, but Kitty grabbed his hand with her free hand and drew his palm up to her chest. While their lips were locked together, she brought Dillon’s big hand onto her bosom, and right in front of me the guy began groping my wife’s tit through her tied blouse, groping and kneading it with his powerful fingers. It made her groan more, their kiss became more energetic, their mouths and tongues moving together rapidly as they smashed their faces together.

Gasping for air, Kitty broke the kiss, looking back at me with someone’s Ankara escort bayan saliva drooling out of her half-opened mouth, feeling the stud still groping her breast. She moaned in a curious voice to me, “We never did that before — any of this — do you like your present, David, seeing him and me together for the first time?”

Leaning way back on the chair, my smallish under-six-inch dick making a distinct bulge on my slacks, I answered her question with another question. “I dunno — you tell me, do you like Dillon?”

“Ohhh, fuckkk!” Her breath exhaled from her small body with a loud gasp. “Ohh, do I — he’s sooo sexy!” Her brown eyes found his again, and they pressed their lips together for another hot kiss, his hand still squeezing her titty through her blouse. She pulled her mouth back from his, muttering to me, “David, he turns me on so much — he’s so handsome, his body is so hot!” She wasn’t insulting me or trying to make me feel bad, she knew what I liked. Her smile began devilishly evil, as she peered at me from the slanted corner of her eye. “And you know how I get hot and wet for hot men — you like that, don’t you, baby, your little wife being a slut for hot men and big cocks?”

I was hardly breathing, staring at the male’s face, as he looked over my wife’s petite body, his big hand covering her A-cup booby while massaging it through her thin clothing, making her body slowly wiggle on his lap. “Mmm — Dillon, tell me, you don’t mind me being here? I can leave, if you prefer — I can see how much Kitty is, uh, wanting to spend some quality time with you!”

My wife intercepted the question, snapping at me with a scowl, “Don’t you move, David — stay right fucking there.”

Her male friend gave me a more politic answer. “It’s up to you, and her — she said you would prefer being here.”

Kitty answered for the both of us. “Oh, he prefers,” she said, climbing up for a second. I watched my wife sit upright then turn a bit, straddling his lap now, her slender back and little round butt facing me. Now stretching her small legs around his meaty lap, my wife leaned forward and thrust her pelvis upwards, grinding the crotch of her bikini panties on his crotch. Dillon moaned, instinctively laying a bit more flat on our sofa, both feet on the floor pointing in my direction, and I could see the bulge in his shorts made by his balls and meaty dick. Kitty’s crotch was right over that bulge, and she rose her body up on his for a moment, sliding the soft mound of her pussy inside her black panties against Dillon’s erection. Both of his hands dropped to her almost-naked hips, then sliding around and cupping my wife’s mostly-bare, soft asscheeks, groping them while she began grinding her pussy on his dick through their clothing.

I couldn’t stop it, I put my hand on my crotch and rubbed my desperate erection, just pushing the base of my palm against my penis to relieve the aching inside my pants and underwear. My eyes watched Kitty’s little butt gyrate on Dillon’s lap, while her mouth was moving over his face. I heard them both moan again, her head moving down, and I could tell they were making out once more, sucking each other’s tongues and lips, exchanging breaths lung to lung, while her petite body undulated back and forth on his hard erection in front of me. She was so fucking little, he was so manly and fit, they made a delicious pair.

“Oh, gawwd!” Kitty gasped, breaking the kiss, straining her body upwards more and bending her head to the side. Dillon was licking down her neck now, suckling her soft sensitive skin, planting wet kisses down to her nape, then back up her apple to her jaw. Kitty’s head fell entirely to the side, rotating around so she could look back at me, her reddish-dark hair cascading down her petite back. “Mmm, David — don’t you love seeing us together?”

She was trying to arouse me, not confirm if I approved. She didn’t need my approval, but she knew she had it anyway. “Fuck, yes, baby — you two are sooo hot together — he’s so fucking handsome, I can tell how horny you must be for him — and his big cock!”

Her pussy was teasing that big dick I was sure he had, rubbing up and down its length as it lay inside his shorts, while he was nibbling at her neck and ear. With a moan, she reached her hands to his head and held his face, then my horny wife planted her lips squarely on his mouth and thrust her tongue inside, making love to his mouth with hers. They both let out loud groans of approval, while the two masturbated together with genitals pressing through thin clothing.

Kitty broke the kiss again, so she could look back at her adoring husband watching the two of them making out and engaging in foreplay. Seeing my eyes fixated on the sight of Dillon’s big hands on her almost-naked asscheeks, with his engorged cock rubbing her cunt through their clothing, Kitty wrinkled her nose at me and giggled. “I knew you’d love it — do you like my present — you love seeing me with Escort Ankara a guy with a big, huge cock — don’t you, honey?”

“Uh huh!” I was still rubbing my dick through my pants, slowly though, not wanting to cum too quickly. “But — how big is his cock — does he have a big, big one?”

My question elicited a low, gutter moan from my horny wife, sort of mixed with a hearty chuckle, as she felt her ass fondled by her friend and her cunt pressed by his aching dick. “Mmm — yeah, oooh yeah, sooo big!” She dropped her head to his ear, whispering loud enough that I could hear it. “Mmm, will you let my husband see how big your cock is, baby?”

In my pants, my dick twitched at the thought of seeing Kitty playing with a massive male erection, but my visualization of that approaching moment was interrupted when Dillon muttered something to her, making her cackle for a second, then look back at me. She spied me rubbing my dick through my pants, before whispering an answer back to him, engulfing their little conversation in secrecy. Finally, she let me in on the secret, looking back at me again. “David — well, first, Dillon wants to see YOUR cock — can you, you know, take it out, show it?”

This was a first, I’ll admit, none of her boyfriends in the past who let me watch her get fucked had ever, not once, expressed an interest in my being naked too. But I shrugged, it was no big deal, I’d done threesomes with her and other men, so being nude in front of another man — particularly one who was going to fuck Kitty — made no difference to me. Besides, my boner really wanted to come out and play. So I unzipped my slacks, unbuttoned them, and pushed them and my underwear off together. As I leaned back onto my chair, my knit shirt riding up on my rotund belly, I exposed my five and a half inches of throbbing hard married meat to the guy with my wife on his lap. Letting my knees part and the flab of my inner thighs separate, the guy could easily see my shaved balls and rigid short shaft with pointy round cockhead, smeared with precum, laying on my belly.

He didn’t say anything, just checking out my tool for a moment, before returning to my wife. He kissed her hard in front of me, wrapping his big hand behind the back of her head and pressing their mouths together, drawing a wincing wail from Kitty and the pressure of the kiss. I couldn’t help it, I grabbed my naked boner in a hand and very slowly tugged my dick, watching the hot kissing. Surprisingly, pulling her mouth off his as fast as he’d planted her there, Dillon spoke to me from behind my wife. “So, David — you want to see what your wife will be getting tonight, her present?”

I couldn’t wait. “Definitely, let’s see what you got, dude.”

“Mmm, yeah,” panted my horny slutwife, crawling off his lap and kneeling on the sofa now, her little knees together, bending over his waist. With me watching and not moving a muscle, Dillon and Kitty peeled off his jogging shorts from around his fit waist and down his legs. My eyes popped out of their sockets, seeing the rocket he was sporting. Fucking I swear, he was 10 inches, and at fat at the base as a cock can, maybe thicker. Kitty normally doesn’t like to fuck grossly-oversized cocks, but this guy’s erection was at the top of her list I was sure. Not inhumanly big, just, like, twice as long as mine, twice as thick too.

Her eyes were glowing as she examined his prick right in front of her. Kitty’s small hand shot out, taking hold of his shaft near his big hairy balls, feeling the size and girth of his monster. “Mmm, fuck, baby, oooh yeah.” Looking at me gazing at Dillon’s erection, she laughed. “He’s huge, isn’t he, David? Mmm, David you know how I love big cocks — don’t you want to see me fuck Dillon’s awesome cock?”

I moaned and nodded, hardly able to talk, amazed at how big he was. My dick felt so little in my hand as I stroked it, but what could I do about it, I don’t let that sort of thing bother me. What I did find a bit surprising, however, was how much Kitty was talking to me. Usually when she was with a boyfriend, she hardly said a word to me — except maybe, “I love you, David” — and concentrated entirely on the man between her thighs or in her mouth. Oddly, tonight, she was almost giving my play-by-play. Actually, it was really hot, I was thoroughly aroused at her talkativeness.

Kitty stroked his huge boner up and down, making it throb at its full peak, leaking out precum from the massive mushroom-shaped head. Her eyes stared at its size, the ridges, the bulging purple veins, the thickness in her small hand that couldn’t wrap all the way around it. “Oooh, Dillon, it’s soooo fucking big,” my lusty wife panted, “David is going to love seeing you fuck me with that huge, big cock.” Looking at me, she giggled playfully. “And, David — do you like your present — I know you’d love to see me get fucked by Dillon’s awesome, huge cock — you know how I love big cocks!”

Her lover glanced at my half-sized cock in my hand, and he joined the conversation. “Don’t you wish your cock was as big as mine, David,” the guy said to me, seeing my wife’s total lust for his dick, “so you could fuck your hot little wife every day like I’m gonna fuck her tonight?”

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Chapter 01: Our First Threesome

My wife and I had been married for only two years and had talked about our sexual preferences greatly. Before getting married we had been somewhat active but had never ‘sealed the deal.’ Still, what experience we did have with each other made it less awkward for us to talk about our sexual fantasies and what would make us feel fulfilled in the bedroom. Sharayah slowly but surely opened up about her willingness to perform oral sex, her desire to eventually be able to finish me off with oral attention and even to swallow. She admitted an interest in anal sex, and especially in double penetration. We had even talked about affording her the opportunity for the attention of more than just two men and she had responded lustily, showing that a deep, carnal portion of herself was excited at the prospect of being shared by a group of men. We had exchanged text fantasies, always in the realm of the theoretical, about her being double and triple penetrated, or even having all three holes filled while stroking two other men (and potentially even surrounded by more). All of this excited her, but the idea of moving it from the theoretical and potential into the actual was where she balked. She had been raised in a conservative Christian household and was afraid that adding a third party to sex would be crossing a line that could never really be uncrossed.

After we got married, she opened up even more, allowing me to take pictures of her topless and eventually nude, and even during our sexual playtimes as she was riding me or sucking my cock. Having pictures of my sexy young wife performing for me were a huge turn-on and a great help throughout the day when she wasn’t around to assist me sexually. By this point, two years after our wedding, Sharayah was 26. She was still every bit the knockout I had met in college: blonde, blue-eyed, 5’1″, 120 lbs, and slender but curvy with a pair of huge 34DD’s proudly topping off her chest. While her eyes and her wit had been among the first things I noticed and was attracted to about her, it was those DDs which first grabbed my attention. On such a small frame, how could they not? I, like my wife, am blonde and blue-eyed but stand at about 5’10” and weigh about 185 lbs. In our early courtship Sharayah revealed she had never so much as seen a man naked or even seen a penis outside of sexual education courses. When she finally felt my bulge she was pleasantly surprised at the size of my 7″ tool, happy to find that, while not huge, I was above average in that respect.

Upon getting married, one of the first kinks that I revealed was my desire to fuck her breasts. She responded favorably and soon, titfucking had become a regular part of our love-making. We graduated from that to simulating vaginal and oral stimulation with her sucking on a finger while riding me or me fingering her while she blew me. Then, for our first anniversary, we tried a simulated triple penetration and the sounds I heard her make have never left my memory. It was clear to me then, and in the months to follow, that my wife was deeply interested in having multiple sex partners. But how to break through that barrier?

Later in the summer, I bought a sex toy. I spent the morning teasing her and showing her pictures of my own equipment and then jokingly referred to another of her kinks: interracial sex. She blushed and said that she had no real desire to sleep with a black man because she only wanted me but I knew that, again, at least theoretical interracial sex would be within her interest. By the end of the early afternoon I had teased her via the phone with the idea of a black sex toy and she was surprised by how realistic the pictures I sent appeared. I stole away to the local sex shop and bought a black dildo roughly the same size as my own equipment, though slightly shorter and thinner. That night she moaned and squirmed under the ministrations of my own cock and the faux black cock, feeling an even more realistic double male experience and revealing even more that her innermost sexual desire was to be had by two men at once. A few months later I decided to start poking at another fantasy of hers: having an experience with an even larger cock than mine. She blushingly revealed that she wouldn’t turn down a bigger cock and again, I stole away to the sex shop and returned with another toy slightly thicker and a few inches longer than my own. Later that day, though, she confessed that anything larger than my own cock would intimidate her and she wasn’t sure she could bring herself to go forward with it.

Rather than simply trying to coerce her, I decided to trick her. I knew my wife and knew that she would end up loving an even longer and thicker black cock (even a fake one). That night I made sure our bedroom was pitch-black, though, before the lights went out, I made sure she saw our original dildo sitting out on my nightstand. As usual, once the lights were out I was eating her pussy and she was moaning as I brought her to orgasm after orgasm. My oral skills are a point of pride and it’s no exaggeration for me to say that I’ve made Ankara escort her cum over a dozen times in one session just with the use of my tongue, leaving her begging for cock by the time I decide to fill her. After I had been eating her for a bit I focused on sucking on her clit and slid our normal dildo into her wet and ready hole. She moaned as she came from the stimulation of her clit and the penetration of her pussy. I fucked her that way a bit longer and then reached under the bed, pulling out the new, bigger dildo. Moments later I switched back to oral and then a few minutes after that, I inserted the larger cock. She began reacting violently and lustily as the huge piece slid into her, stretching her ever-so-slightly more than my own cock. As I heard the even more fulfilled noises she was making I was more turned on than ever.

After a few orgasms being fucked missionary-style with that bigger cock I grabbed the old dildo and slid up her body, still fucking her with the new one. As I slid the original dildo into her mouth, her eyes opened wide as she realized there were two toys in play. A few orgasms later she was spent. I told her what had happened and at first she was a bit shocked that I would trick her, but when I shared that I heard the fulfilled noises she was making, she nodded in admission and asked to see the new cock. Grabbing her by the ankles I pulled her off the bed onto her knees in front of me, my cock hanging in her face. She leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth as I reached over and turned on the light. I stood in front of her, my cock in her mouth, with one of the dildos in each hand. Her eyes went wide as she saw the size of the new one and let my cock slip from her mouth and asked how on Earth I expected her to take one so big and that there was no way it would fit in her. To be fair, the toy is only eight and a half inches long and only slightly thicker than myself but for such a short and thin girl, it seemed too big. I told her that she had taken all but the last inch of it and her eyes widened again, surprised.

After that night, the two dildos became part of our lovemaking and it wasn’t uncommon for her to ride my cock while the larger dildo slid between her tits and the smaller fucked her mouth. She was getting into being fucked by three cocks at once. She even began to take both cocks into her mouth at once and finally, one day, while the smaller dildo fucked her pussy and the larger fucked her tits and mouth at the same time, she moaned out how much she loved big black cocks. Mission accomplished.

Shortly thereafter I set about preparing to work on the next kink: anal penetration. We had played with her taking a finger and almost a second but she had never gotten the nerve to really prepare to take my cock. One day I finally went back to the sex store and picked up a smaller, thinner dildo (laughably small, actually), and a bottle of KY and that night, while she had the average size dildo in her pussy we began to set about having her take a smaller cock in her ass. After minutes of slow, gentle pressure, coupled with vaginal stimulation, the small cock slid into her ass. The first time hurt her but eventually she was gently taking that small cock in her ass. She wasn’t loosening up quickly but I had no doubt that eventually she would take my cock in her ass. We took a break from the anal play for a while after that and returned to group stuff. She and I (and the dildos) pleasured her repeatedly and finally, one night, we talked more realistically about the possibility of a threesome.

She had always been against it in the past but now I could see the wall coming down. Maybe if it was someone she didn’t see often. Maybe if it was someone attractive whose role in her life and in our friendships could be purely sexual. If we could make sure there was no emotional entanglement and that we could keep the bedroom in the bedroom and the rest of our friendship in the real world, maybe, just maybe, it would be okay. She admitted that if someone could be sexual with her (while with me present and involved, of course) but not reference or bring up that sexuality in the rest of their friendship with us, it would probably be worth pursuing.

In the coming weeks, we didn’t talk about it anymore and I planned to table it for a few months and then bring it up again after a few more bouts of particularly intense simulated threesomes. Sharayah surprised, me though, because about a month after our original conversation, the following happened.

I came home from work one day, surprised to find her already in the house. “Hey…you’re home early,” I said as I reached the top of the stairs in our apartment.

“I took a half day,” she said, smiling.

“Oh,” I replied. “What for?” Without answering, she sauntered over to me, placed her hands on my chest and slid down my body. Sharayah rarely initiated sex, she found it too intimidating, but this was close to her go-to move. She landed on her knees in front of me and unzipped my pants, immediately tugging them, and my boxer-briefs, to the floor. My cock was soft from the cold Wisconsin Ankara escort bayan winter but after only a second or two of the visual stimulation, it was beginning to firm up. She leaned forward and, while making eye contact with me, licked the length of my cock and then took the head into her mouth, sucking gently. I moaned and leaned back against the half wall at the top of the stairs as she began to expertly blow my cock. Usually I was able to hold on for a long time and score thirty or more minutes of oral attention before moving on but I hadn’t masturbated that day at all and that, coupled with the sexiness of how forward she was and how talented she was brought me to the brink rather quickly.

“Easy, kid,” I told her, like I usually did, knowing she was still gun-shy about me finishing in her mouth. Usually when I said that she would slow down, or release me for a few minutes so that my nerves would calm down. This time, however, things were different and she buried my cock in her mouth, the head sliding into her throat. The wet warmness of it pushed me over the edge and soon I felt my body shuddering and releasing my cum down her throat. I breathed heavily and slowly came down from the orgasm as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stood.

“Wow,” I said at last. “What brought that on?”

She smirked. “I know you’ve been really patient with me and exploring my sexual fantasies and helping me get over hangups and whatever. So I wanted to reward you a little bit before we move on to the next thing.”

I furrowed my brow a bit and pulled my clothes back on. “What’s the next thing?”

She smiled even more coyly. “Well you know how we’ve talked about threesomes and played around with the idea and stuff?”

“Yeah?” I asked expectantly, wondering where she was going with it. Was she planning on pushing toward actual double penetration with a full-size cock in her ass? Was she maybe thinking about how she might need to reciprocate the idea of a threesome and consider finding a way to simulate bringing another girl into our experience?

“Well I used to think that I would never want to actually involve another person in our sex life but I think the past six months with you and our toys has brought me past that. I really, really like having a second cock to play with while you fuck me.”

I nodded, pretty sure I was about to see a wall come down for her. Maybe she was ready to start discussing who we might want as a partner. “It has been fun.”

She nodded. “I’ve been talking to Garrett.”

“Oh yeah?” I smiled. Garrett was one of my closer friends and had been throughout my life. We had talked about our crushes and what we liked in women all throughout our childhood and adolescence and he and I had continued a dialogue about our sex lives even after I got married to Sharayah. She had always been a bit annoyed by his demeanor and occasional immaturity but had always been open and honest about the fact that he was one of my more attractive friends. Garrett was about the same height as I was, but thinner. He had dark hair and dark eyes and was something of the yang to my yin in Sharayah’s world.

“About what?” I coaxed.

“Sex stuff,” she admitted.

“You barely like talking to him about regular stuff. What brought that on?”

She shuffled her feet a bit. “I think I wanna try having a threesome in real life. With a second man involved. The toys are great but a real cock is still worlds better than even the most realistic dildo.”

“And you started talking to Garrett about that?” I clarified.

“Sort of.”

I nodded. “So you were trying to feel out the situation and see if he was interested in maybe being in a threesome with us?”

She shrugged. “Not exactly. I started with small talk and then asked him if he thought I was attractive and kinda baited him into flirting with me and then when I was sure he would be interested, at least in theory, I asked him if he’d ever thought about a threesome.”

“And what’d he say?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me now.

She smiled. “He said he’d thought about threesomes, he’d thought about what it would be like to fuck me and he even said that he’d considered you before as one of his potential threesome partners if he were ever to do a girl, guy, guy threesome.”

I nodded again and smiled a bit. “Oh, cool. I’m glad to know he was open about all that with you.”

“Mhm,” she said, biting her lower lip. “So he should be on his way over here by now.”

I paused. “Wait, on his way over here for…”

“For the threesome,” she said, matter-of-factly. My eyes widened just a bit. My conservative wife had just attacked me with oral sex the second I walked in the door, which she had almost never done, swallowed, which she had never done, and was now admitting to talking about sex with a male friend of mine, propositioning him for a threesome, and then setting a time and date and inviting him to it, something I never thought she would have ever done. I had been sure that I would be the one to have to initiate the threesome and recruit Escort Ankara the other player. And now, here I was, twenty minutes or less from what she intended to be probably only the first threesome experience of our marriage.

“Wow. You just took the initiative with that, huh?” I asked.

“Are you mad?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”

“Do you think it’s a good idea?” she asked, a little of her trademark insecurity showing.

“I do,” I said. “I think it’s going to be hot. Are you sure you’re ready for two men?”
“Mhm,” she said with a smile. “I mean, I’m not one hundred percent but I don’t think anyone ever could be. I figured I needed to just embrace it and give it a try. If I wait until I’m completely convinced it’ll be great I’ll probably just never get around to it.”

I looked to the front door. “And he’s on his way now?”

“Yes, he texted me about ten minutes ago.”

“Wow,” I said, smiling, pleasantly surprised. “Any idea what you want to happen?”

“It’s all up to you boys,” she said, moving and sitting on the couch. She crossed her legs. “I’m up for whatever the two of you think you wanna do to me.” My mind reeled at the possibilities. Here was my wife of two years suddenly showing so much sexual open-mindedness that it was just…almost unthinkable. She had invited my friend over and into our bed and was giving me tabula rasa to do whatever Garrett and I thought was best.

The next fifteen minutes passed by slowly but sure enough, Garrett came up the walk in front of our apartment complex and, after a brief knock on the door, opened it, said hi, and started up the stairs. At the top he kicked off his shoes and the three of us briefly stood and looked awkwardly at one another. Sharayah shrugged her shoulders with her hands in her pockets, inadvertently pushing her breasts together and showing deep cleavage in the low-cut top she was wearing. Both Garrett and I stared. Finally, he broke the tension.

“So, uh…so hey,” he said, awkwardly unsure how to start a conversation about a threesome.

“Hi,” I said simply.

“She just told you?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“You’re okay with it?”

“Yeah. Looking forward to it, actually. You?”

“Same. It’s one of my bigger fantasies.”

Sharayah smiled.

“So, uh,” Garrett asked, deciding to just go for it. “How do we start?”

Sharayah bit her lower lip, reached out, and put a hand on each of our bulges, her fingers deftly curling about the outlines of our cocks as she gave a little tug. “Follow me, boys.” She led us to the bedroom and then released us and turned to face us again. With a look to Garrett she stepped up to me, stepped up on her tiptoes and kissed me, sliding her tongue into my mouth. I reached around her and grabbed her ass, pulling her to me and pressing her huge breasts against my chest as we made out. After half a minute she broke the kiss and lowered herself back down, then stepped over to Garrett and repeated what she had done with me. He looked at me for a moment as if to check if I was really okay with it, and then likewise grabbed her by the small of her back and pulled her against himself as he kissed her back, the two of them sliding their tongues into one another’s mouths.

I watched as my wife kissed the first man other than myself since our wedding. Narrow-minded jealous parts of myself screamed that I should be stopping this and hitting him and mad at her but I squelched them. She wanted this, I wanted this, and he wanted this. It was petty and close-minded to think that I should object. After thirty seconds of kissing Garrett, she broke the kiss and he released her, his hand trailing up her back and along her side, brushing against the side of her breast as he did so. She blushed a little, then stepped back. She took a deep breath and I saw that, on some level, she was nervous to do this. A part of her was hesitating and not sure if she wanted to go through with it. She looked at me for reassurance or for encouragement to stop and I simply raised my eyebrows at her seductively. She smiled and it seemed like all she needed to push her over the edge. She grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it up, taking it off over her head and revealing her flat, toned stomach and her lacy black bra, the only thing keeping Garrett from being the only other man to ever see her topless.

“Mmm,” he said. She giggled lightly and then reached behind herself, arching her back lightly as she began to fiddle with the clasp on her bra, knowing she was about to cross the point of no return. Here she was, in one minute, a shy, sexually conservative wife who had only ever been with one man, and, in another minute, she would be a sexually adventurous wife who had revealed herself to two men at once. She paused at the gravitas of it and then unclasped her bra, pulling it down her arms and tossing it aside. One look at Garrett’s face confirmed for me that he was absolutely turned on by her body. Her breasts were huge and without the sag that usually accompanied busty women. Her nipples were just smaller than average, upturned, and slightly hard from the sexuality of the moment. He looked her up and down a few times, his eyes roving over her body. I could tell he was dying to touch her and I knew he was a good enough friend that I would have to break the ice on that.

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May & Deke Chapter 7 Vere Isle: Command Performance

Jim, Barbara, May and Deke, fresh from their group water play in the outdoor shower, forsake any idea of clothing and head inside to prepare dinner in the smallish galley, where the four cooks can’t help making this a contact sport. With Wild Turkey for the guys, Scotch and soda for May, Barb becomes a lone striker for sobriety and has a glass of white wine.

Waiting for the several pots to boil, Deke and Barbara pick some mood music and toss the salad greens, while Jim and May husk the corn and set the picnic table on the deck. The work is done, intermixed with full measures of fun and frolic—be they slaps, tickles, feels, or diddles.

“What a great time we are having!” May extols, to which all raise their glasses in a resounding “Hear, Hear!”

“And here’s to our Captain and his First Mate,” Deke offers, ” Long may they swing and sway!”

Jim acknowledges the toast from their new friends and proposes another round of drinks to go with the steamed clams and spinach salad. Barb brings on the melted butter and declares she is ready for a Scotch.

After their 15-minute boil the lobsters are succulent, and corn on the cob vies with ripple chips for space on the groaning board.

All hands agree that their leavings will compose a delicious Wednesday luncheon, and the revelers don their scullery toques for clean-up duties. After the last pot is walloped, they drift back into leisure and repose, taking in hand cups of Kahlua and coffee with whipped cream and the erectile tips of their playmates of the evening.

Deke chooses to decorate Barbara’s opulent rack with two stiff peaks of whipped cream, then responds entertainingly to her demand that he finish all of his dessert.

“And, by the way,” Barb inquires of the lip-smacking professor, “why have you been calling me ‘Barbara Allen’ all afternoon?”

“O, that’s out of the Scottish folk ballad of the 17th Century:

In Scarlet town, where I was born,
There was a fair maid dwellin’,
Made every youth cry Well-a-day!
Her name was Barbara Allen.”

“Good grief, Deke, can’t you bring us forward a century or three?” says Jim, popping his head up over May’s bare shoulder.

“Hmmm… Well, here’s something Irish from my arrested boyhood: [in dubious brogue]

Won’t you hold it in your hand, Mrs. Conley?

It doesn’t weigh a quarter of a pound;

It has feathers ’round its neck—like a turkey—

And it spits when you rub it up and down.”

“You are such a nut!” Barb pronounces, grasping the barrel of Deke’s dick, “You’ve got some steam to let off!” And she drags him willingly down the hall to the guest bedroom.

Alone with May in the evening twilight, Jim finds the strains of soft instrumentals on the stereo to be compellingly romantic; and after a lengthy kiss he confesses, “Dad told me you like to dance and that I should ask you. Would you like to?”

“Well, isn’t he the cagey one to suggest that to you?” May parries.

“Why do you say that, May?”

“Well, you remember we all were nude for the Saturday evening meal; but it was after you and Barb left that Deke and I started dancing. Knowing that your dad was watching, I discovered that I enjoyed showing off for him; and before long, he and I danced together. With his wonderful big cock pressed against me, I got so turned on that I insisted both men take me to bed!”

“And that was okay with Deke?”

“Deke is very generous that way because he knows Ankara bayan escort we can’t be together for long periods of time. You know, he’s very anxious for you to fuck me. It turns him on.

“But, the reason I say Bear is cagey, is because he suggested that you and I dance together. To me, that means he wants you to fuck me, which is quite a relief to me. I didn’t want to cause hard feelings between father and son. So what say, sexy – let’s dance. I’ve got something hot to tell you.

“You know, you are the catalyst in this mix: you’re the one that suggested that we skinny dip that afternoon. What were you thinking, Jim?”

” I was thinking, May,” he repeats seductively gripping her closer, “that you were terribly hot. In that sexy sundress your luscious muscular bare legs drove me wild. I had to see more. I had to take a chance,” Jim adds, sweeping his left hand lovingly between her lush thighs to cup her very wet cunt. “And later on, when you spread for Barb and me, we knew we wanted you join us on the island. Deke’s message that you were on the way has had me turning handsprings!”

“It did, did it? Well then, I think I should do some spread eagles for you. How about dancing me to bed?”

In the master bedroom Jim points the remote at the stereo; and, as soft new age rhythms thrum in the background, they continue to dance. Both of Jim’s hands grasp May’s ass, and her arms clasp his neck. They kiss tenderly, at first, and then more urgently. Jim’s thick prong throbs as it grinds gently between them.

Closing her eyes in Jim’s manly embrace, May’s whole body begins to undulate to the primal rhythms. The friction of skin on skin increases their excitement. May, hands reaching alternately over her head, leans back in a semi-backbend from the waist to present her tantalizing tits for his inspection. Moving one hand from her ass to her upper back, he swoops to suck one of her hardened dime-size nipples at the center of its large pink areola. He uses his teeth and tongue to nibble the teat, causing May to worry that he will bite too hard; but he never does. He just drives her crazy with his edgy stimulation of first one, then the other.

Jim brings May to an upright position; and, holding one of her hands high as in a minuet, he gently leads her in a circle around him. Their eyes engage. On parade, she flushes, swings her ass and swivels her hips in graceful cadence with the music—her body language signaling her intention to thoroughly fuck her patron. He is well pleased, and returning her to face him, he quietly commands, “Kneel.”

May obeys, looks up, opens her mouth and, taking the initiative, she grabs the cheeks of his ass. Pulling his groin to her face, she assumes her pleasant duty, taking his cock down to the balls. Jim groans.

May works his cock with her mouth. Lips firm, she squeezes and twists up and down his fat shaft. He feels, in exquisite detail, the trail of her lips and tongue as they trace the contours of his barrel. She fondles his balls and feathers and licks the head and rim. Fast and slow, deep and shallow, sucking and sliding, she mouths his beautiful big one and tastes his salty sweetness. Putting his hands on her head, he takes back control and begins to fuck her mouth. He knows his cock is unusually large; and with utmost restraint, he thrusts gently so that she can deep throat him — the sensation he loves most.

“My dear girl, your oral massage of my big cock is especially accomplished. I commend you. But now the time has come for you Escort bayan Ankara to deliver on what you first promised last Saturday, and then again before we danced down the hall. Get on the bed, and spread for me.”

Again May complies. His firm commanding tone is so erotic, so decidedly male. She loves it, and her body responds in a flood of wetness. She lies down the middle of the bed and spreads her legs wide.

At the foot of the bed the Major stands with his hands on his hips, his cock vertical. ” Hold your labia open, and show yourself to me. Good. Now use you finger, and show me exactly where your clit is. Rub it. I want to hear you moan. Cum for me!”

May closes her eyes. Immersing herself in the beat of East Indian Tabla drums, she begins to masturbate. The Major watches her body pulse and ripple. She has become his private bayadere; her cries rise, entwined with the strains of the sitar, as she drives herself towards orgasm.

Climbing over the foot of the bed, he commands, “Stop.”

Positioned between her legs, Jim runs the head of his dick up and down her slick slit. Pausing briefly, he gives special attention to her swollen bud by rubbing his velvet glans on it.

May softly utters, “I’ve been waiting for this.”

“I know,” he smiles.

Poising the head of his cock at her vagina, he pins her wrists to the bed and drives it home.

May gasps and rises off of the bed. Never having had children, her canal is tight; and his cock, not only eight inches long, is thick as well. Jim pounds her cunt mercilessly. May emotes loudly with every gloriously deep plunge.

Ever in control, Jim strains to hold off his own orgasm for a few more thrusts before they join in a guttural duet, which builds until May arches in climax. Sparked by May’s spasms, Jim emits a war cry and explodes. Spurt after spurt shoot from his cock. Her cunt overflows as his semen and her secretions run down over her asshole onto the bed, and Jim collapses on top of her in a pool of sweat and body fluids.

In the afterglow, May deeply inhales the smell of their sex. She finds comfort in bearing his weight and sharing his body heat as she rapidly cools. At length, he covers her, kisses her; and rolls off.

“May, that was magnificent. I have never unloaded like that, ever. Christ, we’re awash here!” he says laughing.

“You were masterful, Jim. I like that in a man. I was so ready for you, and I came hard. I’m not usually so loud, but I couldn’t help myself.”

“I’m not sure I should ask this now, May, but I want to know. You seem to be a very strong woman, and so very responsive sexually; however, I have the worry that my deep fucking was uncomfortable for you; you felt extremely tight around me. Was my cock too big for you, dear?”

” Your cock is beautifully big, Jim; but don’t be concerned: your aggressive entry was perfect for me. My first partner after Deke was your dad, who is some bigger than Deke, and I loved it. I guess Mother Nature makes me very wet when I like a guy. But, no, I especially enjoy big ones. I like the way they fill me up.”

“I’m relieved. Your honesty is a breath of fresh air. And, I must say, the suggestiveness of your sexy exhibition would be much appreciated by a somewhat larger audience of friends—which leads me to a second question. What would you think about partying with Barb, me, and two of my buddies? We occasionally play games of domination and submission—nothing of a painful sort. And you seem to have the right amount of Bayan escort Ankara submissiveness to enjoy them.”

“You’d like to share me with Barb and your friends? Who would your guy friends be? Former marine buddies of yours?”

” Yes, they are. One is our stockbroker; the other is the strength coach at Colby. He’s black and somewhat, let’s say, more ‘gifted’ than I am physically, which I now believe you’d enjoy very much. And they’d be gentle, at first, as I was this evening, and we could see where it goes? We might apply clamps to your lovely long nipples, perhaps restrain your legs spread with soft cords, and tease your vaginal lips and clit with a feather. We know your trust is important. Nothing would happen without your consent.”

“Well, you are right: I do love your discipline, and I am definitely attracted to well-hung men; but this invitation is so sudden. You know what – and I can’t believe I’m saying this – but I think I would like to try it. I think I would like to serve you and your friends,” May says, flattered that Jim wants to include her in their swing parties—and surprised that she finds his proposal so overwhelmingly provocative.

” The answer is definitely yes.” May firmly concludes.

“I was hoping you’d agree, May. I know we agreed to exchange partners tonight, but I think you should go back to Deke. You should tell your master what you’ve agreed to.”

“He’s not my master.” May says looking puzzled.

“Yes he is,” Jim contradicts. “It’s obvious. You love him and you would do anything to please him. Barb won’t mind for tonight. We can swap back right now.”

Jim and May knock on the door and open it to find Deke and Barb loosely entwined and resting after their coitus. Jim begins, ” Sorry to disturb you two, but May said, yes, Barb; and we want to swap back for the night. Okay? They need to talk.”

“Oh, okay,” Barb says swinging out of bed.

May and Barb change places. “You were marvelous, Deke. One of the best ever,” Barb says departing. “Good-night, you two.”

“Good-night,” May and Deke respond in unison; and Jim and Barbara leave, closing the door behind them.

“Before you tell me what the hell is going on, May, I have to tell you that I could hear you through the door when you came screaming in ecstasy. It made me crazy to hear you get off like that. You must have been so incredible, so beautiful. I wanted to burst through the door and join you. Was he as good as you sounded?”

“O my God, yes! His cock became mammoth with my blow job. And he made me masturbate for him–the way you like, dear. And how was Barb? Did you eat her?”

“Indeed I did. She is an extremely sexy girl. Her lips and clit are very palpable as she becomes aroused . Truly it becomes like a little dink. And so tasty! You’ll love doing her.

“But what the hell is this switch of partners in the middle of the night? Of course, I don’t mind at all. It’s extra-nice to have you to cuddle. But what’s up with the change in plans?”

“O beloved, wait until I tell you this! Jim just made me the most interesting offer, and I think you will be wild about it for me!”

“You do, do you?”

“O yes, my darling. Of course, you know, Deke, of all the new guys that I am fucking, that none of them will ever, ever be you – right? But listen to this…”

Author’s Note: Our May-December characters had adventurous and sensuous days that summer, now rather long ago. My Aunt May’s early days were those of an emancipated professional woman of the 60’s, and during the course of our conversations, I have contemplated many realities of life. As I think May would say it, “Love does not always take the form you expect; so be ready; and never pass it up when or where you find it.” And, you know what? I haven’t.

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Note: This is the first in a short series (hopefully) that follows some of the minor characters from my other series on their side adventures. Hopefully it will be accessible to anyone, but it would probably be helpful to read my other series, The Girl for Me and Family Friendly, first.

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“Yes, yes, there…” she had apparently found the spot without much work on his end. Dr. Émilie Martin was apparently lost deeply enough in pleasure to be largely ignoring Matt underneath her, but not so much as to accidentally slip back into French as she occasionally did during these things. He must be losing his touch, he thought.

Her long, dark hair shook wildly along with her curvaceous body as she rode him to a quick orgasm. He imagined that it would be the only one for today; there was hardly enough time more during these clandestine meetings, ostensibly about his thesis, but often devolving into a secret mid-morning pleasure hunt. She hadn’t even removed her dress, just slid her panties off before mounting him. Not unusual, but not nearly as exciting as it had been the first time. Still, she seemed to be enjoying herself quite a bit.

He thought he saw her bite her lip, holding in a scream, before she buried her face against his neck. Her gyrations had turned now into the quick, short contractions of an orgasm working its way through her, and he held tight as her pussy squeezed and pulled on his cock. Now or never, he thought. He essentially forced the cum from his balls, but he could tell it was not really a full load, just sort of a couple spurts. That was the nature of these things, though. At least she got off all the way. One of these times he’d like to maybe take her more fully, perhaps somewhere where they could both get fully naked and he could work up a full load of cum before releasing it into her cunt.

If she noticed, she didn’t say anything. She dismounted and, as with everything she did, rather businesslike, pulled her panties back on. He’d barely had time to fasten his pants back closed before she’d sat back down on the other side of the desk and begun talking.

“So, you will have the result, what, eh, perhaps next week?” she asked, looking over the work he’d shown her before they’d gotten distracted.

“Yeah, probably; there’s that sort of tricky lemma, but now that I’ve got that, most of the big stuff should follow,” he replied, finding it less easy than she did, apparently, to switch back to talking about math. But, then again, he mused, getting off probably had a nice way of clearing the mind.

“Excellent,” she said, though her French accent almost comically made it sound more like “Egg salad.” He, as usual, suppressed the smile. “Then I will see you then.” She turned and pulled a book off of the overstuffed shelves.

“Ok, see you then,” he said. No response, as he’d expected, as he got up and left the cramped office. He quietly closed the door behind him and started trying to reconfigure his plans for the day mentally. What was this nonsense life he was leading? Fucking one’s advisor was probably not a good idea.

Then again, fucking one’s student wasn’t, either. And that hadn’t stopped him before. And fucking both at the same time was an even worse idea. Surely Mei Lin was up by now, he thought. And if she was up, then she’d have made coffee, and he wouldn’t have to buy his caffeine from the shop; a penny saved is a penny earned, after all, especially on a grad student’s budget. Then it was settled: he’d go back to his apartment near campus and work there until he had to teach again this afternoon. Unfortunately, by the time he’d settled on the plan, his legs had carried him to the coffee shop. When he’d come out of his contemplation, he noticed Carmen waving to him from behind the counter.

He waved back. Fortunately the place was full enough of bleary-eyed college kids who’d started the weekend a day too early. Friday mornings, he found, often looked like this, even on this relatively small and sleepy college campus. They would provide enough of an excuse for him to leave without buying anything. That’s not a weird amount of thought to put into this, he thought, right?

He indicated silently that he was leaving, and caught a bemused look on Carmen’s sweet face before he stepped back out the door. He wondered if he hadn’t hooked up with Mei Lin, if he’d have gone after her. She was definitely his type: smallish, perhaps a little exotic, and easygoing. The fact that she had the tendency to surprise him with free coffee on occasion only sweetened the deal, he mused. Anyway, it didn’t matter; in a weird series of events, by hooking up with Mei Lin, who had only sort of been his student at the time, he’d also hooked up with Will, who had definitely been one of his students, albeit only in the role of a TA, at the time. And that had led, through the magic that was Will’s propensity to fuck anything and everything that moved, to Matt also eventually hooking up with Carmen in what had been, to date, the wildest group sex he’d ever had [Note: See The Girl for Ankara escort Me for this series of events].

His musings had once again distracted him from his route, but fortunately, this time, he’d arrived at the right place: his small off-campus apartment. He found the door unlocked, just as he’d left it, so surmised that Mei Lin had not left yet. He’d also found it, sadly, in the same state of chaos as when he’d left: books and clothes scattered about the living room. Having a quasi-live-in girlfriend had not, he had to admit, improved either of their habits. But, there was now the distinct smell of coffee wafting through the air. A marked improvement!

“Home so soon, honey?” Mei Lin had apparently heard him come in the door. She had also apparently only just woken up, as she was still dressed in only one of his t-shirts, just long enough to cover her naughty bits. He imagined she was probably not wearing anything under it, as she was wont to do. In her hand was a steaming mug of precious, precious coffee. Her long black hair remained mussed from the night before. She squinted as she grasped the mug tightly near her thin body.

“Yeah, quick meeting,” he said. “Need coffee.”

“There’s plenty more in the pot,” she replied with a smile as he approached her.

He went in for a kiss, which turned from his planned quick peck into more of a mini impromptu make-out session, awkward while she held a mug of very hot coffee in one hand. “You’re a godsend,” he said as they pulled away from each other.

“That’s why you keep me around,” she practically chirped. “That and, judging from the kiss,” she continued as he moved around her to finally get his precious caffeine, “because Dr. Martin once again left you in need of finishing off.”

“Something like that, yeah,” he muttered, then took a sip.

“Aww, poor baby,” she mocked him. “Your sexy young advisor makes a selfish lover.”

“Yeah, poor me,” he smiled. She was literally the perfect girl. His previous musings about Carmen had been completely pushed from his mind. “With only this perfect, sexy little thing to come home to and finally finish me off. Can you imagine the torture of having to wait maybe ten minutes for satisfaction?”

“Hardly,” she smiled as she approached. She daintily placed her mug on the counter as she closed in on him. “Nobody ever keeps me waiting. I always get what I want, when I want it.” Her hand was on his cock, rubbing it through his jeans.

“And what is it you want,” he asked, cocking an eyebrow at her as he put his mug down next to hers.

“Oh, not much at the moment,” she said, quickly wheeling away from him and picking up her mug again in one fluid motion. “I mean, I got a pretty thorough session last night.” She turned to wink at him, bringing the mug up to her lips as she walked over to the couch in the living room and sat down. “Don’t you remember?”

“Yeah, I seem to recall something.” He joined her. “But maybe you could refresh my memory a bit?”

“Hmm…” she seemed delighted at torturing him. It was only fair, he thought. She didn’t mind him fucking his advisor, and actually sort of seemed to get off on it sometimes, asking him about her, what they did, etc., all in gruesome detail. Of course, that was Mei Lin; she was not shy about her bisexuality, and was not keen on exclusivity. This worked out best for the both of them, it turned out, and he couldn’t really be happier with the situation. Besides, he couldn’t change it if he wanted to, he imagined. She did not seem the type to let go of what she wanted, and what she wanted included him.

It also included Nessa, though. She had been very upfront about that when they had started: Nessa was her girlfriend, and that was not negotiable. The two had spent their teen years together, houses next door, and had grown, in that mysterious way that teen girls did, he found, inseparable. Of course, not all teen girl friendships turned into wild lesbian affairs, but this one had, and no man would pull it asunder. He didn’t mind the set up, but he had found Nessa a bit more challenging in person than in the abstract. She was a horse of a different color.

Racist, he thought to himself; Nessa was multiracial, her mother black and her apparently absent father also apparently white. Matt himself had never met her mother, either. This was all just secondhand knowledge provided by Mei Lin, who remained as smitten with her next door neighbor to this day as she had been the day they met, and she frequently talked about her.

But she really was quite different, despite both of them sharing a propensity for openness about sex. Mei Lin was, for all that openness, generally quiet and reserved, preferring this type of low-key teasing; Nessa was more…well, you knew when she was in the room. She was also, Matt allowed himself to muse, thicker and more curvaceous…he loved Mei Lin’s cute little butt more than anything, but he could definitely see the appeal of Nessa’s thick, round ass.

“Mei Mei!” Fantasize about the devil. Nessa had appeared Ankara escort bayan in her usual, unannounced way, by walking through the unlocked door.

“Hi, sweetie! Come on in!” Nessa practically bounded over to the couch, the almost comically small backpack she had on bouncing after her. She was dressed in an extremely tight black top, which showed off her nice breasts, and a pair of jeans with stylish rips. Matt could almost feel the hug she gave Mei Lin just while sitting by. The smell of her perfume overwhelmed that of the coffee, which, while not really unpleasant, sort of annoyed him, emphasizing as it did, how his nice moment of quiet time with Mei Lin was over.

“Hi, Matt,” Nessa said perfunctorily as she slid her backpack off and dropped it on the floor, then plopped herself down on the other side of Mei Lin. Turning her focus back to her girlfriend, she asked, “Why aren’t you ready to go?”

“Hi, Nessa,” Matt offered, but was, unsurprisingly, ignored.

“Well…” began Mei Lin, “I may have gotten you over here on false pretenses…”

Nessa scowled. Matt found it oddly cute, but decided to remain silent. “What are the true pretenses, then?” she asked, staring directly into Mei Lin’s eyes.

“Well…” Mei Lin began again. “I wasn’t planning on Matt coming home, actually.”

“Uh-huh,” Nessa nodded, keeping her eyes locked onto Mei Lin’s. “Well, your plan fell through, I guess. What was it?”

“Well, you know…” she smiled in response.

“Ah…” Matt and Nessa said simultaneously.

“Well, anyway,” Matt said, “don’t let me ruin your plans. I’ll just work at the library or something.” They met this with incomprehensible expressions. “Or whatever you want. Feel free to use the bed, sweetheart, since it’s already messed up from last night. I assume you didn’t make it, at least?”

Mei Lin and Nessa just turned back to face each other. “So, I wasn’t planning on Matty being here, but since he is, why don’t we just make do?” Mei Lin asked her girlfriend, completely ignoring him.

Nessa seemed to consider this for a second, and then suddenly the two of them began talking simultaneously. Matt had heard of women doing this, but had rarely actually seen it done. He couldn’t really follow what either one was saying, but they seemed to have no problem speaking and listening at the same time. And then, just as suddenly, it stopped.

“Ok,” Mei Lin turned back to him, “let’s get you out of those clothes.”

“Huh?” he replied.

Nessa was already on her feet and moving towards the bedroom. “Just drag him by the cock,” she said over her shoulder. “It’s no use trying to explain things to boys, you know. You just have to point them at a hole.”

Mei Lin gave him a sort of shrug-and-a-smile combo, took him by the hand, and lead him into the bedroom. When they got there, Nessa turned around abruptly and faced them. “Alright, get that dick out. Let’s see what we’re working with here.”

Alright, he thought. He quickly pulled off his shirt and pants while Nessa waited, a look of only mild annoyance on her face. Mei Lin moved past her and took a seat on the bed, still unmade, and leaned back against the headboard. She didn’t bother trying to hide her shaved pussy with the inadequate t-shirt, but just watched intently. “So…?” he asked, glancing over at her as he undid his jeans and slid them off.

“So,” she replied, “if we’re going to live together, I need you two to get along. I’m not going to do some ridiculous bed-switching scheme like Will and them.”

“Ah-ha,” he said. “So, when were you planning on telling me you were moving in?”

Before she could answer, Nessa piped up. “Not bad,” she said. She looked into Matt’s eyes. “I mean, I’ve had bigger, but not bad.”

Not knowing exactly what to say, he just nodded what he hoped came off as a thank you.

“Now,” she continued, “let’s see if you know what you’re doing with that.” She turned and climbed up onto the bed, then began slipping out of her jeans, having left her shoes as she climbed up. He looked to Mei Lin with amusement. She simply gave him a shrug indicating, he hoped, encouragement, and so he followed Nessa onto the bed, climbing between her legs, and moving in to kiss her.

“Nu-uh,” she said, bringing her finger up to his lips. “No kisses on the first date. I need something else from your mouth first.” She glanced down suggestively. Ah-ha.

He slid down, bringing his face between her thighs. He could already feel the heat radiating off her shaved pussy. “Good boy,” she said. He began by softly kissing her inner thigh, but he didn’t get very far before he was interrupted again. “Nuh uh,” she said. “None of that. Hit that pussy, boy.”

That works, too, he thought. Not that he minded. Mei Lin may have been more into the slow buildup than her girlfriend, but it’s not as if he wasn’t used to being commanded precisely where to put his tongue/fingers/cock. He began again, this time starting with some gentle licking up and down Nessa’s slit.

“Mmm, there Escort Ankara you go, boy,” she purred in response. “Show me what my girl sees in you…” He gradually increased the pace and breadth of his licking, only slowly beginning to probe inside her pussy once he could feel her delicious nectar start flowing more copiously. The way her hips began moving slightly with his motions, combined with her continued purring, told him he must be doing something right.

He allowed himself to begin concentrating more on her hard little clit, gradually flicking it more and more between long, slow licks of her lips. With each sudden flick, her body tensed, pushing her love button into his mouth involuntarily. He decided he’d have a little fun and try a test of his own. Bringing his hands to rest against the backs of Nessa’s thighs, he gently pushed as he licked, bringing her legs up towards her chest. Her only reaction was a positive sounding moan, so on the next slow lick down her slit, he let his tongue dip even further south, bringing it to rest on her small, puckered asshole.

“Ooh, naughty…” she managed after a gasp. He’d already begun proceeding back up her slit towards her clit when she spoke again. “I didn’t say stop, boy.” He flicked his eyes up towards hers, leaving his tongue still slowly caressing her. “I said, ‘eat my asshole,’ boy.”

Excellent. His tongue darted back to her hole and probed it hard. He heard her gasp but focused only on assaulting the tight asshole, forcing his tongue as deep inside as he could and wiggling it around, enjoying the slightly bitter taste. “Ooh…” she moaned.

She let this go on for a bit before resting her hand on the back of his head. “Back to the clit, baby,” she cooed. Baby? It looked like he’d found her secret button. Not that it was all that secret. Mei Lin did like to talk…

He placed his lips around her clit, and this time was far less coy. His tongue lashed at it, starting fast and getting faster. Nessa’s body reacted as expected, her hips pushing harder and harder against his mouth with each twitch. “Aah…aah…I’m…I’m coming…oh yes, oh yes, oh yes…” She dug her fingers into his short hair and humped his face with all the might of a powerful orgasm, which seemed to last quite long, only gradually subsiding.

He allowed himself a break, taking a deep breath as he raised his head between her knees, and licking her juices from his lips. He looked at her as if to say, “Well?”

“I didn’t say stop,” she said pointedly.

He had to chuckle. He could see why this girl was non-negotiable. He began to move back to his former position, but she interrupted.

“No, let’s see how that thing works, now.”

She nodded her head slightly as an unnecessary indication of what “thing” she meant. As he crawled up her body, he noticed Mei Lin had stripped off her t-shirt and was idly fingering her clit as she watched them. Best girlfriend ever, he thought. He moved in close to Nessa’s face for a kiss, this time finding she had apparently rescinded her “first date” rule. Between her legs, he could feel the damp heat radiating off her, and as they kissed passionately, he reached down and guided his throbbing member to her lower lips, then began teasing her slowly with it, moving it up and down her slit.

She pulled away from the kiss, and stared at him with a slight grin. “I’m sure Mei Mei loves that teasing shit, but me, I prefer the more direct route.” She grabbed his cock suddenly, and pulling on it while forcing her hips upward, managed to slide the head inside herself.

“Fair enough,” he said. He slammed the full length of his hard rod into her, eliciting a happy sound of surprise from the girl.

“That’s more like it,” she said as she recovered from the initial sensation. “Now fuck the shit out of me.”

He complied, slamming his body against hers over and over, impaling her tight, wet cunt on his thick, hard cock. She gripped him tightly with her whole body. Her tight pussy squeezed and massaged his cock, forcing him to hold back from shooting a massive load into her.

“That’s it, boy, fuck me! Tear that fucking pussy up, boy!” her voice rang out over the sound of their flesh slapping together. His balls, heavy with cum, swung wildly with each thrust and he could barely contain the imminent explosion building in them as Nessa began convulsing wildly under him, having reached her own orgasm. “Oh, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, make me cum!” Her eyes were closed and her fingers gripped the sheets tightly as her hips bucked wildly against him.

Oh shit, he thought, I’m going to cum already. He managed only a low, animal grunt as he finally reached the climax he’d been waiting for all morning, sending a massive load of hot, sticky cum into her tight cunt. She milked him for every last drop, the walls of her pussy squeezing it out of him.

“Mmm,” she moaned as they both came down from the heights of ecstasy. He let out a deep breath and pulled out of her wet cunt. A flood of thick cum followed, pouring out of her and onto the sheets. Good thing she didn’t bother making the bed, he thought. Wait, where was Mei Lin? In his focus on Nessa, he’d lost track of his girlfriend, who had been happily fingering her twat but now had vacated her spot on the bed.

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Jim rolled a university massage table down the hall in the athletics building. He was in his final class, training to become a massage therapist, and had been assigned to intern for Coach Raudy with the Pussycats, the school’s soccer team. The women’s team; the guys were the Bobcats.

He had to admit, it seemed like a pretty pleasant assignment. But his internship was an important step toward his future career. He would be nothing but courteous and professional.

“Here you are,” said a big man in gym shorts and a windbreaker walking up beside him. “I’m Bill Raudy but everyone just calls me Coach. Here, let’s take it in this way.” He led Jim into a corridor of equipment rooms and coaches’ offices, and Jim pushed the table along after him. “I’m glad you’re here. These girls get knotted up as old shoelaces out there on the field, and I need them loose and limber at game time.”

“Yes sir, they’ll be in good hands with me.”

“That’s good to hear, son.”

Bill turned a corner and suddenly Jim was wheeling his massage table into a large locker room. Judging by the steam and the sounds of running water and female voices, the showers were on the other side of the row of lockers. There were a handful of girls on the bench, in various states of undress. One was lounging by a wall, completely naked, talking to a couple of others with towels held loosely around themselves. They turned and smiled at Jim as they heard the table roll by.

“Ooh, yeah,” said the naked one with an excited little bounce, making her tits jiggle nicely. “Who goes first?”

“Back off Lana,” said another, reaching back to rub her hip. “I’m so tense back here, I need it way more than you!”

“Settle down girls,” said the Coach gruffly. “Everyone will get plenty of time on the table. This young man will be here all semester to take care of you.”

The girls clapped and cheered. Jim watched happily as one of their towels dropped a bit, revealing another pair of breasts, damp and perky with small pink nipples.

“Let’s set it up over here,” said Bill, indicating an alcove across from the lockers with some open space between racks of balls and piles of cleated shoes and shin guards. They moved the table into place and the Coach gave Jim a hand unfolding it.

“These girls work hard, they practice hard,” he was saying. “And they play hard. Here’s the thing, they win their games. So long as they keep tearing it up out there, I say they can do as they please in here. They’re an asset to this school, you understand?” He snapped the headrest down into place. “What I’m saying is just give ’em what they want, alright son?”

“Yes sir, I always do my best to satisfy my clients.”

“I don’t know if these clients *can* be satisfied,” the Coach said with a laugh, “but that’s the right attitude!”

By now Jim could hear the showers shutting off and more girls heading to their lockers. Soon they came into view, wet and naked, talking and laughing. Some picked up towels and began to dry off, or wrapped them around their hair and just let the water drip off their fit young bodies as they walked around. Jim could see that most of their pussies were shaved bare, or had little landing strips of neatly trimmed fuzz above smooth lips.

Their asses were fantastic, and their thighs rippled with strong muscle beneath soft wet skin. They were also covered in scrapes and bruises, which Jim actually found very hot, visualizing the girls throwing themselves into dirt and mud and rival players as hard as they could. He knew they played in uniforms, but in his mind he could only picture them doing it dripping wet and fully exposed, as they were now for him. His cock was taking notice; he’d have to get used to this or he’d have a raging erection and aching balls all semester.

Some of the girls were gathering near the massage table now, hands on each other’s shoulders as they leaned in to see the new addition. Lana was right in front, practically jumping up and down; it looked like she had to go pee, she was so excited.

“Please pick me first,” she said breathlessly. Her hands clutched each other between her lightly tanned thighs and her breasts quivered with each bounce. She had hard, long nipples, and large aureolas just a shade darker than the skin around them.

“Christ, Lana, get up there before you have a seizure,” said the coach. “Remember, give ’em what they want,” he said, and slapped Jim on the back as he stepped out.

Lana wasted no time, hopping up on the table and lying face down. “Sorry girls,” she gloated through the face hole. The cluster of mostly nude young ladies around them protested weakly as they settled down to watch.

Jim warmed some oil in his hands and began to rub gentle circles around her shoulder blades and down her back. “So do you have any sore areas you’d like me to focus on?” he asked.

“It’s kind of like, up where the tops of my thighs meet my butt,” she said, rolling her pelvis upward and gesturing at the crease below her ass cheek with one hand. She glanced over her shoulder, meeting his eye for a second. “But, like, deep inside, you know?”

“I Ankara bayan escort see,” he said, pouring more oil over her back, and drizzling some down the crack of her ass. He worked his fingers into her flesh, massaging her shoulders and along her spine, reaching her buttocks and spreading the oil in circles over her cool, round cheeks. He worked his way down to her thighs, pressing into the muscles there with his thumbs, sliding right along the slippery crease of her ass.

She let out a soft moan and shifted her body in response, lifting her hips and stretching her arms up past her head. Jim swept up her body again, over her shoulders and then down her ribs, letting his fingers press into the soft bulge of her breasts before continuing down her hips. He picked up one leg and swung it out a bit, getting an oily hand between her thighs and squeezing in on one from both sides.

He especially enjoyed the feel of the strong ropes of muscle on the insides of her thighs, right at the top, where they joined her groin. She was carrying a lot of tension in there; as he dug into them with his fingertips, she groaned loudly and arched her pelvis upward, lifting her ass up off the table.

His fingers were brushing along the outside of her pussy now, and his thumb was rubbing massage oil into the tender skin between her ass cheeks. He felt the tight ring of her asshole twitch as he pressed firmly around it. He laid his thumb lightly onto the center of her hole and felt the puckery flesh jump and clench. He just held it there, slowly adding pressure. Her anus gradually relaxed, letting his thumb sink in more deeply, trembling against him.

He could hear her breath coming faster now. The other girls watched intently. “What’s he doing to her?” one whispered to her friend, eyes wide. Jim smiled at them and let his thumb slide into Lana’s ass, gently pinching and tugging at the slick rim of her anus with his thumb and fingers.

“There is so much tension in this sphincter, Lana,” he said, working around until he was softy squeezing her perineum. She squirmed and raised her ass higher, spreading her legs on the table slightly.

“I need you to try to relax it completely, and I’ll apply pressure to the pelvic muscles here through the rectal wall.”

She gasped as his thumb slipped further inside her and he kneaded her flesh with both hands, working her like clay. His cock was throbbing against his pants now and he was starting to doubt that it would be a problem.

“You two,” he said to the nearest girls, “Marie and Brenda?” He had picked up their names from the ongoing girl talk.

“Yes?” asked Marie, as both girls looked up at him, eager to participate.

“Can you help me out? My hands are oily and I don’t want to stop working on Lana here.” They nodded. “I’m going to get on the table and straddle her, but I don’t want to scratch or scrape her with these clothes. Could you two come help me out of them, please?”

“He wants us to take off his clothes,” whispered Brenda, excitement in her voice. She had short spiky blonde hair and clear blue eyes.

“I know, come on,” said Marie, blowing her dark bangs from her face with a puff of air.

They came in close, reaching under his outstretched arms to undo his belt and tug on his zipper. Brenda felt his erection through the pants and said, “Careful, don’t catch him on there!” Marie nodded and they got down on their knees, hooked their fingers into his boxers and eased the clothing down past his cock, which gave a jump as it got free and bopped Brenda on the cheek.

“Oops,” she giggled. She brought her hand to her face, dabbing a fingertip in the slick streak of pre-cum his penis left on her, and after a second she decided to put it in her mouth, closing her eyes as she savored the taste.

Marie stood up, moving her cool hands up Jim’s stomach and chest under his shirt. Her body dragged against him as she did it, getting him wet with the warm shower water still dripping from her. He felt her bare breast squishing into his ribs, and his cock resting along the curve of her hip as she lifted the shirt over his head.

Brenda picked up the massage oil and said, “I think he’ll need some of this when he sits on her, so he won’t be too dry and irritate her skin.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea, Brenda,” said Marie. “Let’s apply it for him.”

The girls got back on their knees, warming handfuls of oil. They grinned at him and ran their hands over his thighs and butt. Marie’s fingers went up between his legs, caressing his balls, while Brenda closed an oily hand over his shaft and slid slowly up his length, making him groan. He let them explore for a few moments, enjoying the feel of their petite hands on him, as he continued to stretch and massage Lana’s now quite supple anus.

“Thanks, girls,” said Jim, “I think that’s enough for now.” He climbed onto the massage table, placing one knee on either side of Lana’s hips, and lowered himself onto her, settling his oily balls and throbbing cock down into the valley between her thighs. He put his palms on her lower back and leaned forward, Escort bayan Ankara using his body weight on her, and incidentally sliding his cock up her legs. The head pushed up between her ass cheeks and they clenched, squeezing him for a second before he slid back.

He moved forward, now pressing his cock firmly into the crack of her ass, sliding back and forth on her. He felt her asshole fluttering along the underside of his shaft, and warm liquid seeping out as her labia parted around his length. She moaned and tried to grind against him, angling her pussy upward and squeezing him rhythmically with her slippery cheeks.

He pushed up on both sides of her ass, spreading her out and making her pussy lips pull apart with a wet sound. “Oooh, I’m so tense right there,” she panted.

“Okay, Lana, let me try some pressure through the vaginal wall now.”

“I’m ready,” she said, voice trembling.

He reached down to line up his cock with her wet opening, and pushed in, watching her lips stretch tightly around him. She gasped and pushed against him, gyrating her hips in big, slow circles as he returned to working on her ass. He didn’t fuck her, he used his cock to pin her down to the table, holding it firm and steady inside her as she bucked and squirmed beneath him, trying to slide herself back and forth on his shaft. He let her keep it up for a few moments, enjoying her frustrated efforts, feeling her pussy tighten around him as she got closer and closer to her orgasm. Finally he shifted his weight forward, pressing into her G-spot, and she let out a loud shriek as her pussy made convulsive swallowing motions around him and her body shook and spasmed.

The other girls made sounds of approval, “oooooh, ahhhhh,” impressed with their friend’s treatment. He glanced at Marie just in time to see her hand make it’s way down her stomach and begin lightly stroking her pussy lips. He caught her eye and she looked startled for a second, then slowly spread her legs, tilting her pelvis upward and staring at him as she dipped her fingers into her opening. They came out shiny and slick, and she smeared them around until her lips were glazed and her slit was oozing. Some of the other girls noticed what she was doing and soon there were more fingers slipping into wet pussies.

Jim pulled out slowly, careful not to cum, and hovered over Lana, cock dripping with girl juice and pre-cum. “How was that, Lana?” She moaned unintelligibly. “You ready to do the other side?”

She perked up a bit. “Oh God,” she panted, catching her breath. “Yes, please.”

She rolled over between his legs, lying on her back now, and he took a moment to savor the sight of her naked body beneath his swollen, seeping cock. Her breasts quivered atop her chest like mounds of pudding, and her nipples were hard and erect, aureolas pebbled with little bumps. Her stomach was soft and flat, with a delicious curve inside the ridge of her hips, down along her bikini line. Her pubic mound was raised prominently in this position, with a distinct tan line around a small triangle of smooth, creamy skin; her pussy was bald except for a bristly little heart about half an inch above her clit. He reached down and stroked the fuzzy patch with the backs of his fingers, and she smiled up at him.

“You like it?” she asked shyly, biting at her lower lip.

“It’s very sexy,” he said, letting his fingers slip lower, mixing massage oil with her own juices as he stroked her lips, sliding along the edges of her opening.

“Oh,” she breathed, parting her legs for him.

He placed his thumbs on her labia and spread her open, revealing bright pink inner lips, glistening with wetness, and her swollen clit peeking out out from beneath its slick hood. He sank down a bit and let his oily cock come to rest on her inner flesh, taking it in one hand and rubbing the head over her folds and crevices. He lifted it up and flicked down suddenly, slapping his cock against her pussy with a wet sound, making her gasp and jerk.

“Oh fuck,” she panted, “I’m so tense inside!”

He smiled and pushed one of her knees up next to her breast, her petite foot sticking up in the air, bringing her ass into view along with her pussy. He got his leg down under her, pressing the base of his cock against her anus and sliding up and down, parting her lips with the underside of his shaft and sinking into her warm flesh. She moaned and raised her pelvis, grinding herself against him.

“Inside,” she begged, as his throbbing cock head bathed her clit with a slowly oozing stream of thick, cloudy pre-cum. He reached down, rubbing the slick liquid in circles over her clit, and pushed his cock into her opening. Her breath came in quick pants as he leaned forward, sliding farther in. He began to rock back and forth, fucking her slowly as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. He put his other hand flat on her abdomen, massaging her below her navel. He could feel his cock moving through the layers of flesh there. She moaned and squirmed, gripping the edges of the massage table.

Marie reached a crescendo, throwing her head back and letting Bayan escort Ankara out a series of high pitched cries, her fingers a blur between her pussy lips. Her legs had fallen open completely and Brenda was sucking on her nipple, fingers busy with her own drippy pussy, as Marie shook with pleasure and shifted from rapid pistoning to slow, gentle stroking to enjoy her afterglow. Brenda smiled and spent a moment softly making out with her, before leaning back into the arms of another girl and letting two others move in to kiss her breasts and lick her pussy.

“Marie, could you come over and help me with this?” Jim asked.

“Of course, how can I help?”

Jim touched her cheek as she stepped up to the table, his other hand still holding Lana’s leg up against her body as his cock slid in and out of her. He turned to look at Marie and felt her lips lightly with the backs of his fingers, before brushing them down her neck, leaving a moist trail of massage oil and girl juice on her skin. His thumb pressed on her full lower lip, pulling it down slightly, and she let her mouth open a bit and met him with a tentative touch of her tongue, before closing her lips around his thumb with a quiet little moan.

“Right here,” he whispered, guiding her head down until her cheek rested on Lana’s pubic mound. He kept a hand lightly on her face as he slowly withdrew his length from Lana’s wet pussy and brought his dripping cock up to Marie’s waiting mouth. He rubbed it over her lips a little and then pushed in, slow and steady, until he reached the back of her throat. She was breathing through her nose, making little swallowing motions around him with her throat, as he held steady. Finally he pulled back, all the way out, and she gasped for breath.

“That was deep!” she exclaimed, looking up at him with a big grin.

He was already sliding back into Lana’s pussy, causing a long moan. “Yes, it’s necessary to go even deeper to release that tension you’re carrying in your neck muscles. Some of them can only be reached through the throat. Are you ready to try it again?”

She nodded and opened up for him. He withdrew from Lana and again pushed slowly, deeply, into Marie’s throat, this time keeping up the steady pressure until her lips were wrapped around the very base of his cock. Her throat was making convulsive motions around him, practically milking his cock. He was tingling from balls to tip, hard as an iron rod, on the verge of exploding. He pulled halfway out, letting Marie get a breath, and began to fuck her face, sliding all the way in and out. He dipped back into Lana a couple of times but returned immediately to Marie’s warm throat, until finally he grunted and felt a heavy load of semen gush up his cock and into her welcoming mouth.

“Don’t swallow,” he said, stroking her hair as the cum continued to flow. She held him between her lips and nodded, letting him fill her mouth with his next several spurts until the semen began to seep out around the edges and dribble down her face, spilling thickly over the pouty folds of Lana’s pussy. Marie kept her lips sealed around him as well as she could, retaining his cum as he pulled out, looking up at him with questioning eyes. He laid his cock on her face and let the last of his semen ooze out onto her cheek, which was puffed out, full of the cum she was holding. He softly slapped her with his cock a couple of times, splashing in the clumpy pool on her face, and causing a little more to escape her lips.

“I need you to be my dispenser,” he said, sliding his hand down her body now, giving her breast a few squeezes. He felt her hard nipple against his palm and pinched and rolled it between his thumb and finger as he spoke. “Just let a little bit of semen drip out where I want it, and hold the rest in your mouth for me, okay?”

Marie nodded, dabbing at the cum on her face with her fingertips. Jim’s hand came to rest on her ass as she moved up over Lana’s body. He slipped a couple of fingers between her cheeks, feeling along the slippery ring of her anus, sliding into the wet warmth of her pussy, and continued to gently move in and out and massage the swollen bud of her clit as a way of guiding her body into position. He had her dribble some cum on Lana’s stomach, and then each of her tits, giving Marie’s clit a little pinch when he wanted her to dispense. He used his free hand to spread the semen across Lana’s skin, over her breasts, squeezing her nipples, and back down to rub it into her pussy, working his fingers between her lips. She was squirming and moaning as his fingers reached in, now penetrating one girl with each hand.

“Okay, Marie, up by her face now. Share the rest with Lana,” said Jim, rolling the girls’ clits between his fingers.

Marie lowered herself onto Lana’s body, slippery with semen and saliva, and slid over her, smearing the cum between them, making sticky sounds as their breasts pressed together and pulled apart. She brought her face down as if they were about to kiss, but stopped a few inches above and parted her lips enough to let a thick dollop of white liquid emerge and slowly descend. It spilled over Lana’s mouth and chin and down her neck, before Lana got her lips locked onto Marie’s and they began to kiss. Jim could see them passing his cum back and forth as they made out, little bits of it escaping to run down Lana’s cheek every few seconds.

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My name’s Jake. When I was 19, I volunteered at a support group over the summer as a way to kill time and get some experience outside of college courses. I had a vague idea of where I wanted to be after college – hospitality, counseling…maybe something healthcare related? My major was still undeclared after my freshman year, so I thought this might help give me more direction. On top of that, I had an odd fascination (let’s call it a fetish) with pregnant dudes.

I drove to an estate in the Hollywood Hills one morning. I double-checked the brochure in my hand to make sure I was at the right place. “The Nest – A support group for pregnant fathers.” This was still a new thing at the time. It had been about five years since the restrictions on stem cell research had been lifted by the federal government, but in that short amount of time the amount of research produced and new therapies unveiled had been enormous.

Before I get into too much detail about The Nest, I should probably give a little more background on the science involved. Obviously, men are unable to conceive and carry a fetus within their own bodies without a little outside interference. Prior to the restrictions being lifted on stem cell research, doctors had attempted various methods of transplanting wombs into males, either as artificial creations or live organs from females of the same or closely-related species. Some were successful with test animals, but the results didn’t generalize to other mammalian species. That line of research dropped pretty quickly. The artificial uterus had a much higher success rate, but was prohibitively expensive and would take decades of refinement to get right with the limited amount of funding available. On top of that, most guys who wanted to carry a child weren’t comfortable with the idea of becoming cyborgs.

That all changed when stem cells became readily available. Coupled with bioengineering and gene therapy, researchers were able to give test species the necessary organs in just a few months. On top of that, they were able to make those organs work harmoniously with the rest of the animal’s body (something that prior lines of research had struggled with indefinitely). It wasn’t long before human trials became a thing, and not long after that, womb transplant services started popping up all over the east and west coasts of the United States.

Of course, other therapies outside of male pregnancy grew just as quickly. Diseased and dying organs could be easily replaced. One’s looks could be easily modified without resorting to plastic surgery. Even Ankara escort the body mod freaks had doctors ready to cater to their needs. Want a prehensile dick? Want TWO prehensile dicks? Want to be a hermaphrodite? Six boobs? Teeth in your vagina? The amount of crazy shit I’d seen online blew my mind.

I didn’t realize it at that time, but in retrospect I was grateful that I got to live through that period of history.

I was just a fairly average, if a little gay, 19 year old looking for some extracurricular experience.

I walked up the long driveway and marveled at the beautiful landscaping and architecture of the place. I rang the doorbell and was greeted by a tall, handsome guy in his late 30’s.

“You must be Jake,” he said with a grin, and we shook hands. “I’m Dr. Stevens. Come on in.”

The inside of the place was as extravagant as the outside. Dr. Stevens took me on a tour throughout the different rooms of the house while we talked. Most were bedrooms, but a few on the ground floor were filled with monitors and lab stuff – very scientific.

“I realize this whole thing is a little out of the ordinary. Please, I’m happy to address any questions you have.”

I struggled to pick just one of the many thousand that were flying through my brain.

“Well…I read the brochure, but I’m still a little confused. What exactly do you do here?”

He chuckled. “We do it all, Jake. If a couple comes in and the guy wants to get pregnant, we take care of that. As you might expect, most of the couples who come here are gay. Some men who arrive have already had the womb implantation procedure, but most are totally new to this whole thing. Other guys come here because they’re carrying and want a safe space to be with similar individuals. We also offer long-term housing. After the babies are born, we offer neonatal support services and healthcare.”

I nodded, trying to wrap my head around it all. “That’s much different than what I was expecting. I thought this was a place were pregnant dudes come once a week to air out their problems.” His laughter had me smiling, and I was finally a little more at ease with all of this. “So how do people afford this?”

“Some of my clientele are pretty well off. For those who can’t afford everything, I take care of most of the expenses in exchange for their consent in my research. No, I’m not a mad scientist or anything like that. A lot of these findings are still very new and not every patient goes through the same treatment plan. There are new treatment methods emerging almost weekly, so we Ankara escort bayan test those out and document the findings. I promise that it’s all safe and ethical – we’re regularly audited, so I couldn’t get away with anything evil even if I wanted to.” He said that last part with a devious grin and then winked at me. “That research secures all of the funding that allows me to keep running this place. Not a bad deal, if you ask me.”

We finished our tour of the house before he led me to the backyard. “Let’s introduce you to some of our residents.”

The yard was not disappointing and was what you might expect for the area. The pool looked very appealing after stepping into the bright sun, but I might have been drawn by the three obviously pregnant guys floating around there.

“Come on out, guys,” Dr. Stevens said. “I want to introduce you to Jake. He’s interested in doing an internship here for the summer.” They excitedly hurried out of the pool to meet me.

“Hi, Jake. I’m Tyler.” We shook hands. Tyler was 6’1″, maybe a few years older than me, and had some lean muscle on his frame. His gut stuck out and he carried it proudly. He was definitely cute.

“Hey there!” the next one said. “I’m Ted. Nice to meet ya.” Ted was about 5’10” and solidly built, with a shaved head, graying beard, and a thin layer of body hair to match. I guess you could call him a muscle bear. He seemed to be in his early 40’s. He had a kind face and was extremely handsome. I couldn’t help but notice how the wet sheen accented his musculature and swollen belly. Thank God I was wearing sunglasses.

The third guy stepped forward. “Nice to meet you, Jake. I’m Rob.” Rob was in his 30’s and looked like your average Joe except for the massively swollen belly sticking out far from his frame. He had a pretty average face too. Not that he wasn’t attractive, but that he wouldn’t stand out from most guys his age. Again, I was thankful for my glasses because I couldn’t stop staring at his gut. He looked ready to pop.

“Tell these guys a little about yourself,” Dr. Stevens suggested. I struggled to come up with anything interesting because the blood that should have been going to my brain was instead making my dick hard at the sight of these three wet, pregnant men in swim trunks. I talked about college and how I hadn’t declared a major yet. It was a typical, boring response and I instantly hated myself for it. They didn’t seem to mind, though.

“He’s cute,” said Ted. “I approve!” He winked at me and I grinned like an idiot in response. At least I felt a little better. Escort Ankara The others chuckled.

The guys talked about themselves for a bit.

“So I’m actually a surrogate,” Tyler said. “It’s a good way to pay for school. I’m about four months along now and it’s definitely not as bad as I was expecting. Stevens takes good care of us!” He smiled at the doctor. “This is my first baby, but if they’re all this easy, I’ll probably do it again.”

“You can probably tell I’m expecting very soon,” Rob volunteered. “My wife is a surgeon and I’m planning to be a stay-at-home dad, but it’s easier to live here until I deliver. He rubbed the sides of his belly as if to ease an ache.

“And I’m a software developer, but I can work from pretty much anywhere,” Ted answered. “I’m six months in and excited to be carrying twin girls.”

“Let’s hope they don’t turn into queens like their dad,” Tyler joked.

“Oh, whatever, bitch,” Ted fired back with a grin, and twisted one of Tyler’s nipples. We all had a good laugh.

“Well, guys, I have a few more things to discuss with Jake, but hopefully you’ll all be seeing him again soon.” They waved their goodbyes and returned to their pool floats while Dr. Stevens led me back inside.

“So. What do you think?” he asked.

“I think…that I’ll really enjoy interning here. They seem like a lot of fun.” His face lit up at my response.

“Great! I’m sure you’ll fit right in. Let’s go to my office and we’ll discuss what you’ll actually be doing here.”

The internship was going to be work, for sure, but not anything difficult. I would be expected to help with a lot of the research aspects of the job. That meant I was going to get very familiar with the lab equipment I’d seen in addition to filling out charts and summarizing data for Dr. Stevens’ research. I would also be helping the guys with general comfort – after all, pregnancy is much easier and more successful when you have someone to help you out. I was relieved to know that I wouldn’t have to do any cleaning since there were maids for that, but I might need to help out with cooking every now and then.

I signed the paperwork with excitement and agreed to move in the following week.

It was difficult to concentrate on the road as I drove back to the dorms. My mind was consumed with erotic thoughts of the three guys I’d just met and I couldn’t wait to find out more about the “general comfort” part of my job duties.

The dorms were pretty dead when I got back – not many students lived there during the summer. I had the bathroom all to myself, and I jerked off in the shower while imagining all sorts of weird fantasies involving Ted, Rob, and Tyler.

I had trouble falling asleep that night and wished that I didn’t have to wait a week to go back to the mansion.

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This story is set in Paragon City, taken from the former MMO game City of Heroes. All place names, hero names and registered trademarks belong to their rightful legal owners and are not intended as copyright infringement in any way. This work is purely meant as a piece of entertainment, and not for commercial purposes in any way, shape or form.

The precursor to this series is entitled “Mom the Superheroine”.

Ancient Greece, Thebes, circa 430BCE

CREON:

So, it is true what my servant has said.

You are not dead, but you instructed

the messengers to convey false report

to our ears that you hanged yourself.

IOCASTE:

Who is that which speaks? Who is that who has found me

and will not give me peace? Is that you, Creon, my brother,

beloved of Apollo who has brought this horror upon our house?

CREON:

Do not dishonor the gods as you have

dishonored yourself, wretched woman.

How did you convince Oedipus that you had perished?

He took the golden pins from your hair

and drove them deep into his eyeballs. Blind

Oedipus will see no more. The last thing

he saw was your hanged corpse. But here you are.

IOCASTE:

That was the last use of my art

that I permitted myself. Henceforth

I will use my power no more, for it

has brought me nothing but woe.

Lament and ruin are upon me and all my house.

CREON:

Well that you have banished yourself here,

to this cave in the wilderness, where the gods

will give you whatever fate they deem you deserve.

Better that you were dead. Better for your

ill-born daughters not to know you for a mother.

I have taken them into my care.

Antigone and Ismene will henceforth learn to

honor the gods as you never did, sister.

I and the council of elders will have dispensation

of their lives. They will live under my proper guidance.

IOCASTE:

My heart chills within me to hear your words.

Ever have you been a tyrannous man, brother,

like the gods you serve with such devotion.

I weep for my daughters; nonetheless,

I cannot gainsay you. My own perversions

lie heavy on my heart. They are chains

binding my arms and legs. I am filled with

foul and filthy things, and there is no place for me in the sun.

CREON:

I do not like to speak harsh words, but

in this you speak rightly, Iocaste.

IOCASTE:

O Creon! I wish to condemn you for

your false tongue. But my own tongue

falters and my words die within me.

I am not better than you in this.

CREON:

How is it possible, sister, that you did not

know your own son as he lay with you in

the bed, plowing your womb, filling

his own birthing chamber with his seed?

I have not understood this. Your story is

now being told all about the city.

Oedipus weeps bitter tears from the sockets

of his empty eyes. That he did not know you

for his mother, I can well believe, since he never

saw you. But a mother knows her child

as surely as the gods know the souls they made.

Did you see nothing of yourself or

unfortunate Laius in the cast of his face,

in his voice, his manner and bearing?

IOCASTE:

Do not press me any further, brother.

Have I not been punished enough?

CREON:

I will have the truth from you, O cursed woman.

IOCASTE:

You will have my life’s blood from me.

You will wring from me all the suffering

you can desire. Very well. I will reveal truth

to you. I had some uncertain vision of it.

There was some likeness in the mien

of my son’s face as he stood gazing out

upon the city he ruled justly and wisely.

His eyes were like his father’s, kind

as yours never were. The sounds of his

voice as we made our children together

were not unlike those of his father, but

of altogether a sweeter timbre. He was like his

father, but better. I suspected the truth

before the messengers from Corinth

came with their tidings. Their words

confirmed my fears, that we had not after all

escaped the prophecy of Tiresias. But even so, if

it could have been managed, I would have

wanted Oedipus, my son and my husband,

and my king, to carry on as we had before.

Life is bitter. I wanted whatever sweetness

I could get for myself. Can you not understand?

CREON:

Your words condemn you even more.

IOCASTE:

Have I said otherwise? I cannot live among

civilized people with my knowledge of who

I am, but neither can I die, for death

itself is a sweet mercy that I do not deserve.

Let me drink from the waters of Lethe

only after I have felt in full the burden of my

wrongdoings. Would you not call this justice?

CREON:

I call nothing just which the gods have not

ordained just, but I feel within myself that

what you say is right. Yet you are a sorceress,

a Ankara escort secret I have kept for your sake all these years.

I am now to rule, and I shall do so with

due dignity and authority. How do I know

that you will not have a change of heart,

and turn your art against me?

IOCASTE:

By this token you shall know, brother.

Behold, I have made these chains

with my torment and anguish hard and heavy

as iron from the earth. Behold, they

encircle my wrists, and I can work

no power. See how they glow with the light

reflected from Apollo’s sun, a glow that

shall not fade, for it will scorch my eyes

in the night, and I shall have no place to

hide from the knowledge of my curse.

With these Shackles I have made, O kingly brother,

I have made you safe from me. When I die,

bury me with these shackles. Let them

stay on my arms forever. For now,

I shall live, and suffer, as is my lot.

CREON:

You have chosen for yourself a most dreadful life.

Yet it is no less than you deserve. For all my

disagreements with Oedipus he was a good king.

His fall makes us less, and you tempted him

with your body. Even at the end, you attempted

to veil the truth from his ears, and silence

his questioning. He sought the truth, and you

sought to keep it from him. I will be a

better king than he was, and a better father

as well to his and your progeny. As for you,

I shall come when you have passed beyond life,

free of pain – if Tartarus does not become your home.

Farewell, sister.

IOCASTE:

O Oedipus, sweet son and lover,

I long to feel you in me again.

With my art I could make it so.

That is why I must never take these

Shackles off. My charms and spells

can only corrupt myself and those I love.

Only the hands of a mother

Who loves her child as I do

But feels none of my guilt

Can hope to be free of these Shackles.

I am not that woman. Let me

Be bound and helpless evermore.

**

Present-day Paragon City, somewhere off the coast of Striga Isle

Cindy heaved a sigh of relief as some familiar forms took shape within the shimmering haze. She smiled in pleasant astonishment. Was that her mom? What had happened to her clothes – why was she topless? And wasn’t that Debbie beside her, holding her arm? And it looked like Mercedes had managed to get those Shackles off – good for her. The slender brunette next to her had to be one of her Midnight Club colleagues.

“Hey,” she said, and gave them a little wave. “Mercedes, I think this is yours?” She held out the Crown, with its shifting indistinct outline.

Mercedes and the brunette were staring in frank open-mouthed astonishment at her. “Y-you…” the blonde magician stuttered. “You’re holding it.”

Cindy blinked. “Um, yes. I beat them, as you can see. Here’s Hector. And here is your Crown.”

“You’re touching it.”

“… yes?”

Barbara ignored this byplay and rushed straight to Cindy’s side.

“Cindy!”

“Mom!”

They crushed each other in a tight, joyful embrace. Cindy threw her arms around Barbara, and as she did so she accidentally let the Crown of Glory slip from her grasp. It fell with a clatter and rolled to a stop right in front of the three magicians.

“Ulp,” commented Mercedes, who backed away half a step. The newcomer flinched as well.

“Oops, sorry,” said Cindy, her voice slightly muffled – she’d buried her face in the crook of her mother’s neck and was kissing it, breathing in her mother’s scent. Already she was dismissing the Crown from her mind – it was a Midnight Club problem now.

There was still a psychic residue, though, from the dizzying prospects of possible futures the Crown had shown her… but here was her mother, with her pillowy breasts and strong arms. All else could take a back seat for now!

Mercedes and the brunette busied themselves levitating the Crown without their hands, creating some sort of bubble around it, and placing it carefully into an ornate container that Mercedes produced apparently from thin air. Debbie stood quietly to one side, looking at Cindy and Barbara hugging and cooing over each other.

“You’re okay,” Barbara’s voice cracked. “You’re okay. Of course you are.”

“Of course I am,” Cindy echoed happily. “I’m your daughter. You made me tough.”

They shared a loving kiss. Then Cindy began laughing helplessly.

“Mom, how come we’re always getting naked or half-naked in front of other people?”

“I’m sure I don’t know,” Barbara chuckled. She felt giddy with relief and joy. “It just seems to… sort of happen.”

“Well, not that I mind,” Cindy giggled. She did love her mother’s body so, so much… Barbara’s big, beefy body with its thick comforting layer of maternal fat was sheer heaven. She pressed up against Barbara’s strong bosom, and her hands squeezed and kneaded her mother’s shoulders. “Mom, you’ve been straining at something,” she said, concerned. “Your veins are all popping out, Ankara escort bayan and you’re sweating all over. What happened?”

“I had to break the magical chain that was stopping Mercedes Sheldon from using her spells,” Barbara explained.

Cindy’s eyes went wide. “You did? Wow! When I tried, it felt as though there was just no way it could be broken! But you managed it, of course!” She practically glowed with pride, and squeezed her mother’s muscles lovingly.

Barbara blushed a little. “I suppose so!” she said. “It was for you, dear. We all thought you were in danger. I suppose we all underestimated you very severely indeed – even me!”

“Oh, it did get a little hairy a few times. But these guys are nothing I can’t handle, Mom. I’m your daughter.”

Barbara smiled and ruffled Cindy’s hair. “Oh, yes. I could not have broken that chain without Debbie’s help. She did something – she used some kind of spell to take away my pain, so I could pull harder than I’ve ever pulled. But I think that meant she took it into herself.” She turned to where Debbie was standing and beckoned her over, giving her a warm smile.

Debbie flushed crimson. “Oh… uh… hi, hi again, Cindy… I’m glad you’re ok…” The blush went down all the way to her neck, and she looked down and away. It was good to know that Cindy was safe and sound after all the fear and anxiety on her account. But here she was, the hero who was her personal friend and rescuer, in a state of dishabille… again…! She’s too sexy for words… and her mom, too!

Cindy stared. “Debbie,” she said, “you did that… for my mom?”

**

They both approached her together, and Debbie’s heart raced.

Meanwhile, her colleagues were bickering over something or the other, as they attempted to lower the englobed Crown into the chest. They were paying no attention to the three of them. Debbie almost flinched as the two topless superheroines came to stand in front of her.

She had never felt so discomfited. It was as though her arousal was on full naked display. She was abruptly very aware that her engorged nipples were poking through the fabric of her flimsy black tank top, and that she had elected not to wear a bra that day. Poor choice, Debbie! What were you thinking – did you think you were going to seduce Barbara in her own home? Now they’re both here, right in front of you, and oh Goddess they’re so incredibly sexy, and they’re basically naked… all this sexy muscle close enough to touch… I can see the beads of sweat on their skin, oh Goddess…

“She did,” Barbara supplied, seemingly oblivion to Debbie’s quiet agitation. “Isn’t that right, Debbie? You were there, right beside me, doing all kinds of things to lessen my pain… but at your own expense. Are you feeling all right, dear? I know I had to take quite a long time,” she said apologetically. “I’m not as strong as my daughter, you see. I’m sorry I made you suffer more because of that.”

“Oh… no, no! Barbara, no… it’s fine, I’m fine,” Debbie spluttered, almost choking as she tried to get the words out. “Cindy, your mother was just magnificent as always. I just… I just did my little bit,” she said, looking down again shyly. “To help, I mean. We had to get here quick. Well…” she looked around, “you’ve taken care of everything here, obviously, but… but I definitely don’t regret anything I did,” she said quickly. “It was my pleasure. Really… my pleasure.”

Cindy stopped the flood of words by stepping forward and enfolding her in a warm full-body hug. “Thank you, Debbie,” she said softly.

Debbie’s face turned even redder. Her breathing quickened. She could smell Cindy’s sweat, feel the strength in her arms…

“Oh! Am I hugging too tightly…”

“Cindy, darling, remember not to squeeze so hard…”

“No! No! It’s not that… I’m ok…”

“She’s coughing. Oh dear, Debbie, I am so sorry…”

“No, please… it’s not that… it was nice… I’m just…” With an effort, Debbie overcame her coughing fit. She’d nearly choked on her own sexual arousal. Score one for you, Debbie! They’ll definitely find that so alluring.

“I… I’m just really happy to be here with you both. And that you’re all right. And that you got Mercedes’s Crown back.”

They stood in a small circle, Cindy and Barbara holding hands and smiling at Debbie while she basked in their company. “Again, funny how you’re always seeing us without clothes on,” Cindy remarked, grinning mischievously. “I hope you don’t think these are our regular outfits!”

“Oh, no, of course not!” But wouldn’t it be nice, though… their bare torsos are just so fucking beautiful…

“Hey, maybe after all this, the Midnight Club will put in a good word for us with the right people. Then we could afford those Impervium costumes that don’t tear. Annette – I mean, Fusionette – was just telling me the other day, that’s what her costume is made of now. It’s like armor, basically, and all the Vanguard people wear it. I wouldn’t say no to that.”

“Yes, I’m familiar with Impervium,” Barbara nodded. “It would be nice not to have to get new costumes every two weeks,” she added wistfully.

“Anyway…” Cindy Escort Ankara cleared her throat. “Really, I mean it. You’ve done a wonderful thing for my mom,” she said, going misty-eyed. “And it looks like you’ve brought help.”

“I… didn’t really do much…” Debbie mumbled. “I just happened to be there, and… I did what I could.

“It means a lot to us, Debbie,” Barbara said gravely, and put her hand gently on Debbie’s shoulder. Cindy did likewise with her other shoulder.

Debbie suddenly had to swallow hard and fight down the impulse to try and embrace them both, because what she would really end up doing was to try and smother herself with their breasts and pectoral muscles. And that would hardly be a polite thing to do.

“Oh, yes, let me introduce you,” she stammered, grasping at the welcome chance for a change of topic. “This is Ashley McKnight, a fellow Midnighter. Ashley, meet Cindy.” She gestured vaguely.

Ashley looked up and gave Cindy a bright smile. “Hello, uh, Battleborn, was it? Nice to meet you. Sorry, I’ll just be a minute, we’re almost done.” She turned back to their arcane labors.

“She’s one of our, um, dodgier characters,” Debbie confided in a whisper. “Hangs out in the Rogue Isles, with… rough types. We’re all associates in the Club, of course, but well… I guess what I’m trying to say is, she’s kinda shady, and you both probably don’t want much to do with her.”

“I heard that, Debbie,” Ashley said pleasantly, without looking up. “I’m like, right here.”

“Seriously,” Debbie muttered. “She is shady as fuck.”

“Can’t believe I have to fix your runes for you yet again,” the brunette grumbled, as Mercedes tucked the chest under her arm. “I think there’re good reasons your stuff keeps getting stolen, Mercedes.”

“There was nothing the matter with my runes. Your alterations were superfluous. You’re just taking the piss, Ashley, as usual,” Mercedes snapped peevishly. “Well!” she announced to everyone. “If we’re done here…”

“Unfortunately, you are not, Midnighter,” a familiar voice rang out.

All five women started, and looked around sharply. “Up there!” the sharp-eyed Ashley cried. “They’ve surrounded us, up on the gantry!”

“Odysseus, you sly fox! I knew you’d double-cross us!” Mercedes cried angrily.

Indeed, it was him, and this time he was wearing a huge pair of glowing things on his arms that looked like living flame – it did not do justice to call them “gauntlets”. He smiled coldly down at the women.

“Well, if that’s true, Midnighter, you seem to be woefully unprepared. Now, hand over the Crown, and I will consider letting you go free. I have no wish to do you harm, after all.”

“Not a chance!” Mercedes said firmly. “If you think I’ll believe that load of codswallop you can bloody well think again.” She laughed grimly. “You purblind fool, have you gone completely mental? Look around!”

Mercedes gestured grandiosely at the sprawled bodies all over the place. “Battleborn just single-handedly defeated a hundred of you, including some of your best lieutenants! And now that we’re all here, I fear you’ve severely misjudged the balance of power!” She was attempting too transparently to play for time – her fingers desperately traced faint lines of glowing blue light behind her back, as she attempted to work some intricate spell.

Odysseus looked amused as his small army of jackbooted thugs began jumping down onto the cargo hold floor. “Erstwhile lieutenants,” he corrected her pedantically. “Obviously, Hector was such a fool that even with the Crown, he could make no good use of them. A sad waste of manpower. And… mm… a hundred, was it? Yes, I can see that. Good thing for me I brought three hundred.” He raised his arms with those terrifyingly huge objects on them. “And the Fists of Vulcan.”

There did seem to be an awful lot of the Warriors with Odysseus. Three hundred was probably not a stretch.

“Warriors!” Odysseus roared, jumping down as well and brandishing the aforesaid Fists. “Prepare for glory!”

The answering roar was deafening in the enclosed interior space. “HOO-AH! HOO-AH! HOO-AH!”

“Give them nothing!” Odysseus’s voice rose above the din as the men worked themselves into a battle-frenzy. “But take from them – everything!”

They were five women standing against three hundred men. Cindy had just fought one of the toughest battles of her life, barely minutes ago; Barbara was still reeling from the effort needed to break the Shackles of Iocaste and the aftereffects of doing so; Mercedes had only just regained her magic, and her power reserves were still depleted; Ashley was still incapacitated by the booby-trap left on that fake Key of Hecate, and her power was only starting to trickle back.

That left her: Debbie Dinh, one of the newest initiates into the Midnight Club, barely more than a neophyte, untested in combat.

And yet, as she looked around, she detected no fear on the resolute faces of each of her comrades. Concern, yes, but not fear. The beefy Heroines quickly shooed the magicians in between their bodies, using themselves as meat shields. Ashley raised her hands, furrowing her brow at the splitting headache she still nursed, and began an incantation. Mercedes concentrated on a group teleportation spell that would take a while yet to be cast. Cindy and Barbara bunched up their fists and prepared for a hard, messy melee.

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