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(This is a continuation of a story of good friends becoming lovers and best friends filling a need neither one realized he had. Guys alone in a hunting cabin…miles away from home….buck fever satisfied…friendships deepened…I only wish this were a true story! Hope you enjoy it. I am working on the next chapter and I’ll post it as soon as I can.)

I finished making dinner while Jeff and Will made room to eat in the living room. We watched a little TV while eating and saw that an early winter storm was heading our way and would arrive by Friday night with the promise of significant snowfall. While we were chatting, a cell phone went off. Jeff recognized the ring tone as his and took the call in the hallway. We could hear a sudden edge of concern in his voice and then I think I heard him praying with someone over the phone. He finished the call and came back to the living room to tell us that his wife and kids were all down with the flu. It was time for him to head home. We all worked together to get Jeff ready to leave, loading his stuff in my truck and securing his buck in the back. We would meet his father-in-law in a town about thirty five miles away and Will and I would return to hunt for another day or two.

Will and I certainly understood the priority of a sick family but I was sure sorry to see Jeff go. I was looking forward to more fun with my hunting buddies. I had a bunch of horny thoughts and impulses just below the surface ready to escape and find satisfaction. We met at the agreed upon place where Jeff introduced us to his father-in-law. We transferred Jeff’s stuff over to another truck and said our goodbyes. Jeff gave Will a buddy hug and said something to him I could not quite hear. Jeff gave me a buddy hug, too and whispered quickly into my ear, “I can hardly wait to get together again. We’ll arrange something as soon as we can.” Then he breathed ever so quickly and hotly onto my neck before breaking the hug. Out loud he said, “Thanks so much for including me in your hunting party. I had a great time and got a nice buck. Thanks for your thoughtfulness. I’ll be seeing you guys after you get back.” With that simple and sincere good bye, Jeff was on his way back to his family.

Will and I picked a few more supplies in town and headed back to the camp. We decided we would hunt some more, then head back home early Friday morning. That would give us time to get back before the storm hit full force. Will called his wife to let her know our plans, then dialed my number and handed the phone to me. I chatted with my wife to let her know what was going on and what our plans were. I know it’s illegal to talk on the cell phone while driving but everybody does it. I said good bye and handed the phone back to Will. After closing his cell phone Will reached over and put his hand on my leg. My heart began to pound and my breath came in short quick gasps. “I gotta tell you, Mike, I am one horny man. I can’t wait to get back to camp. I could care less if we hunted at all. I’d just as soon stay inside and suck you off. You are one hot fucking stud, buddy.” With that, Will began to stroke my leg and fondle my growing bulge.

“Hey, take it easy, will you? I am trying to concentrate on driving. You don’t want me to run this rig off the road now, do you?” I laughed. I thought I’d play with Will’s mind a bit. “Besides, what makes you think I’m interested in letting you suck my dick? Just because I was horny for Jeff, what makes you think I’d have any interest in you?”

Will went along with it, pulling his hand off my crotch and saying, “Well, the way I look at it is this: we will be all alone in the woods, in a cabin, miles from any other company, with only each other. So if we don’t at least talk to each other, it could get lonely. Fact is, I seriously doubt whether you’d get any other kind of offer anyway, even if the cabin was in a housing development. Not only that, you’re ugly, and a bad cook to boot, so who in their right mind would want you at all? To be completely honest with you, Mike, the only reason I have any interest at all on my part is simply to repay the blow job debt I owe to you. You sucked me off real good and I figure I owe you one. That’s really all there is to it for me. You’re homely as the day is long, you can’t hunt for shit, and you have no sense of humor. Really, you’ve got nothing going for you at all.”

Acting miffed, I responded, “Yeah, well, I know Jeff is really the one who downed that buck for you. It was his kindness and sympathy that allowed you to keep the bigger buck. I’m really going to miss him. He has the biggest balls, too,” I sighed.

“Yeah, he really does, doesn’t he?” Will said. Getting serious now, Will continued, “All kidding aside Mike. I gotta tell you how shocked I was at the turn of events with Vinnie. I played a little as a young boy with the other boys. Just curious stuff and I outgrew it pretty quick. I hadn’t given much thought whatsoever to that kind of thing in many Ankara escort years. I love the feel of my wife’s body up against mine and the incomparable sensation of her tight pussy squeezing my cock and her raising her pussy up to meet my thrusts. I love the look on her face as her eyes close to near slits just before she climaxes and I love to look into her soul as we come together. Nothing will ever substitute for that, as far as I’m concerned. But this stuff is altogether something different entirely. The comparison is much further apart than apples and oranges. It’s more like galaxies apart. I felt like a max stud when you were sucking me off. I can’t begin to tell you how much that turned me on. I was sorry in a way that you lost and had to do me first but someone had to win and someone had to lose.”

Will took a deep breath to continue but I cut in, saying, “I know what you’re saying about women. I love my wife and although her interest has diminished some, I still enjoy the feeling of being bottomed out in her warm and wet pussy. I love the way she whimpers as she comes and I really love the way our bodies and souls mingle. We don’t actually come together at the same time very often. But I always make sure I carry her to shore on a wave of hard passion, then take my pleasure from her trembling body. As far as being shocked about Vinnie, no shit, man. Believe me, I was sorry too that I lost but as far as I could tell, it was all fair and square. I got in the game and lost and that’s life, I guess. But once I knew what I had to do, I for sure was determined not to wuss out or turn into a big baby about the whole thing. I’m not sorry you were first. Glad it was you and not Vinnie, who turned out to be Maximus Asshole. Plus, I figured that if I was going to do it, I was going to do the best I could.”

“Well, you certainly did. I can testify to that. Now that Jeff is gone, it’s you and me, buddy. And here’s our turn. Good deal!” Will exclaimed. I saw in Will’s face a reflection of my own excitement and anticipation.

I turned onto the cabin road and continued my previous thought, “I want to tell you something else, as long as we are in a talkative mood here. At first, I was grossed out having your cock in my mouth. But then I got the hang of it. Then I had this new thought come into my head. Here I was, sucking your big hard cock, and I realized that I had the opportunity and power to draw the essence of your manhood out of your body at the same time you were wanting badly to unload it. This may sound strange, but there was something powerful and liberating about that whole thing. That’s when I determined I was going to suck every drop of your cum down my throat without gagging. I enjoyed that little bit of power over another man and I wanted to take advantage of it. That’s my confession. Now what do you think of me?” I asked.

Will nodded, “I think that only a true stud of a man would admit something like that to another man. I’ll be honest with you. I wanted so bad to blast my cum into your mouth. For me, it was powerful because I had the position of command and power. You better believe I was damn determined to dominate your mouth for my pleasure. Then when it was my turn to do Jeff, I was humbled for sure. I really didn’t want to take my turn once I came in your mouth but we are men, and men of our word and no way was I going to back out just for that fact alone. But I was also really turned on because I could literally feel him shaking with pleasure as he held me onto his cock. Now, I can relate to what you were saying, too. There was a certain amount of power in being the one delivering the pleasure. This all sounds so unnatural and so against everything that I had been taught growing up. But I cannot deny the pleasure both of getting and giving. Like I said before, I am pretty horny all over again. It’s a good thing we are back to the cabin.”

My heart was pounding and my cock was hard from all this talk about sex with our wives and with one another. “Yeah, me too. Glad to be back, and horny as hell, too. Just talking about this stuff man to man is making me hard. Let’s get our stuff and get inside where it’s warm,” I said.

As we got to the back of the truck, I caught Will looking at me. “What are you looking at me like that for?” I asked with half a grin showing on my face.

“Mike…” is all he said as he grasped my with both hands by the shoulders. Before I knew what was happening, Will planted his face against mine and plunged his tongue into my mouth, smoothly but forcefully. His tongue darted strongly inside my mouth and I felt the scratching of his beard stubble against my own. My surprise gave way to response and I pulled hard on the back of his neck to bring his mouth full up against mine. I felt my cock grow against the hard bulge in his jeans as Will began a slow rotating grind of his crotch against mine. My body was torn between the dual sensations of my mouth and my cock. Such fierce passion! Ankara escort bayan My wife is passionate but it takes a while to get her there. With Will, we were both ready immediately and there is something really appealing right there. I had never kissed a man before and the reality of a hard and passionate, deep tongue probing kind of kiss was overwhelming. The feel of scratchy stubble and the smell of another man in my nostrils amped up my passion. Between the testosterone and adrenaline pumping into my system, I was immediately flushed and trembling.

We broke the kiss, both a little embarrassed maybe, both definitely turned on. Will looked at me and probed my soul with his eyes. I felt naked as I looked back into Will’s eyes and as far into his soul as he would let me. My soul felt as if it had reached across a galaxy and touched his soul. Will simply gave a slight nod of understanding and acknowledgment. As I gazed at Will, his eyes filled and I had to wonder if he had ever allowed anyone besides his wife that far into his heart and soul…indeed, had I? Sexual passion can take it’s participants to the most intimate levels of human connection. It doesn’t always happen that way. You know the emotional emptiness and shallowness of a one night stand…you know what I am talking about. But this strange man-to-man soul connection was happening now and I was mystified and overcome in a fundamental way. My hands shaking and my heart pounding, I broke the gaze and reached into the truck bed for one of the bags. Will followed my lead, took the other and we headed into the house.

Once inside, we deposited the bags in the kitchen. We brought in a couple of armloads of wood and stoked the fire. It’s always a good idea to keep the cabin as warm as you can get it. I left the damper open about half way and we brushed the wood chips off our shirts.

Will grabbed me playfully by the arm and began pulling me into the bedroom we had been sharing. We began fumbling with each other’s belts and jean snaps and before you know it, we were grinding our hard cocks against one another, though still with our jeans barely unzipped and our underwear still on. Hearts pounding and breaths coming in short rasps, we held each other by belt loops on our hips and sawed our cocks against each other while staring into one another’s eyes. This openness with another man was way more than I had bargained for when I left home to go hunting. Was it erotic as hell and was I enjoying it immensely? You bet!
Will’s voice brought me back to the moment as I heard him say, “Fuck this! Let’s get naked, Mike!” Our hands moved from one another’s belt loops to our own clothes and in nothing flat, we were buck naked, with our uncut cocks extending upwards from our groins. As Will stared at my cock, he licked his lips and glanced up at me, saying, “I guess it’s my turn to do you, isn’t it? Let me try to bring you to orgasm, okay? My way?”

“Okay, sure,” I replied in a wavering voice. I was strung on a tight wire of sexual tension and excitement. If Will wanted to do me his way, I was in.
“All right, get on the bed and get comfortable. Prepare yourself for an enjoyable head job, buddy,” Will said through a half smile as he continued to stare at my throbbing cock. I backed over to the beds. There were still the three of them pushed together in the middle of the room. I climbed across to the middle one, pulled a couple of pillows into position behind my head and stretched and wiggled till I was good and comfortable.

“I’m ready whenever you are, Will. Come on, buddy. Suck me off,” I said, slipping a thumb to the base of my cock, pushing up and offering my meat up to Will. Will knelt on the bed, putting a knee on either side of my thighs. He began by leaning his body forward and teasing my cock by slowly letting his cock glide over top of mine. The skin on skin contact made my cock jump. I reached up and pinched Will’s nipple hard, drawing a yowl out of his mouth. “Come on, Will, I need you on my cock. Never mind this foreplay stuff. I’m ready and I want you on my cock now, man.”

Without hesitation Will moved back and brought his mouth down on my cock. He began licking the length of my shaft, starting at my balls and licking up the entire length, then started again at my balls. This time he sucked them both into his mouth and rolled them around on his tongue. The warmth all around my balls was pleasant and enjoyable. Will sucked on my balls while he moved my legs slightly apart and gently pulled all of my scrotum sack up with his teeth. That was kind of insightful, I thought. I have noticed that my excess ball skin will often slink down between my legs, especially when I sleep. When I wake up in the morning and need to scratch my balls, I find I usually have to pull that extra skin up to get a good scratch. Then Will did something kind of neat. He released my balls from his mouth but continued to suck in my excess ball skin until my balls were right up tight against Escort Ankara my cock root. Then he just kind of played with my ball skin in his mouth. I made a mental note to return the favor. Very often we do for others what we’d like to have done for us…kind of a Golden Rule principle applied to sex, in this case.

I was nice and relaxed and enjoying this experience. Since I had already come once today, I was in no great hurry to shoot my load again. Will pulled off me to straighten out his back and stretch it a little. Before he bent over my cock again, he lifted up one knee and patted the inside of my thighs. I got the message and spread my legs to make room for Will. Once between my legs, Will put his hands on my ass and hoisted me up in the air a little bit. He then proceeded to lick my crotch with a wide, flat tongue. This was a new sensation for me and I really liked it. Then Will blew lightly against my dampened crotch and sent chills up my spine. I saw his head disappear between my legs again as he hoisted me a little higher this time. “Pull back on your knees a little,” Will whispered. “My wife did this to me once a long, long time ago and I’ll never forget the tingling sensation it gave me all over my body. Hope you enjoy it…”

With that warning, I felt just the slightest touch in my crotch. At first I thought it was the tip of one of Will’s fingers. Then I realized it must be the tip of his tongue. He slowly made his way down that skin trail from my balls southward. I could feel every single millimeter of skin under the apparently expert tongue of my friend. My buddy was slowly and deliberately licking my crotch for the express purpose of giving me as much pleasure as he could. I wondered how far down he would go. I really didn’t want him to go too near my asshole. That’s gross, if you ask me. I could feel him slowly getting closer and closer, then I perceived some other movement. As Will began to move his tongue slowly back toward my balls, I felt a fingertip graze across my bunghole and up the crack of my hairy ass. This caused me to jump in surprise and moan with pleasure! Will moaned in response and did it again, only this time he started at the top of my crack and slowly moved his fingertips deeper and deeper into my crack, then across my now very sensitive bunghole. This caused a reflexive muscle contraction and a big glob of precum pulsed out of my cock. I moaned as Will lowered my ass back to the bed.

Without skipping a beat, Will went directly to my cock and immediately put his mouth over the end of my cock. I could feel his tongue swirling on the outside of my foreskin as he moved his lips further down onto my cock. He kept moving down until he had almost all of my cock in his mouth. “Come on, Will, you can do it,” I moaned, “I want to feel your nose in my bush. I want to feel your hot breath pushing down against my skin through the hair. You can do it, Will. Come on, man, you can do it.”

Will took a deep breath, slowly inhaling, then pushing further down on my cock before he exhaled. That heat on my pelvis was subtle but highly erotic for me. There was no more left for Will to take in. His lips had bottomed out on the base of my cock. He just held his position as I soaked in the pleasure. I had been lying there with my eyes closed, focusing on the physical sensations. I opened my eyes to watch Will work and it was such a huge turn on to see him bent over my manhood. It turned me on so much to see my friend’s head directly above my bush. It looked as though he were kissing my bush. There was nothing of my cock showing at all. I felt my cock harden even more, if that was possible. I could feel Will’s steady breathing and the resulting heat in my bush. Will slowly moved back up to the tip of my cock. On the next downstroke he pushed my foreskin back with his lips as he went all the way back down again. I could feel the heat and Will’s tongue even more sharply on my cock head, now that the skin was pushed off.

I had a desperate desire to start pumping my cock into Will’s mouth but I held back. Will was in charge here and I wanted to give him every opportunity to make me come on his terms. Will simply continued to maintain that slow and easy up and down on my cock. Most of the time, that’s exactly how I like it. I was moving closer and closer to the edge and I let Will know that. I was torn between wanting to extend my pleasure on the one hand and finding release on the other. The desire for release was quickly gaining the upper hand.

“Okay, Will, here it comes. Just hold my foreskin back and just keep a slow and steady rhythm. Also, suck me. Don’t just run your lips over my cock. Suck me like you’d suck a lollipop. Oh, yeah, that’s it. Keep it up, stud. Yeah, that’s it. Keep it going,” I moaned as I leaned back and put my hands under my ass, lifting myself up off the bed. “Stop, stop…and hold on, Will, here it comes, oh shit, here it comes, ohhhhh, man…” I yelled. Suddenly my lower torso began to convulse in a thrusting motion as my body completely took over. I could manage an ‘ungh’ or an ‘ohh’ as my seed shot out of my cock. Will just held my cock in his mouth and swallowed every last bit of cream out of my jizz rod.

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Chapter 1 – First Aid Then Man Made

There is nothing wrong with finding two athletic college sophomores taking advantage of an empty gymnasium on a Sunday morning. This is especially true if one of the young men happens to be the coach’s son, Bruce. He and I met when we were freshmen, and our friendship has become closer with every passing day. I am Harry, and my Dad is something else, and he is somewhere else. I live with my Mom, Bernice.

Anyway, we had been out on the oval track trying our best to burn off some unwanted pounds. We picked a perfect day. It is hotter than Hell, and we had been sweating like two prostitutes waiting for their pimp down at the police station. To further complicate things, most of my excess weight has gathered in the general area of my hips and my thighs. It is no surprise that my inner thighs up high were blistered raw. My crotch was on fire.

Not to worry. Bruce, as always, has a solution. Not surprisingly, he has a key to the varsity team locker room wherein there is an abundance of first air paraphernalia.

“They keep tons of medicated talcum powder on hand for situations just like yours. Come on,” Bruce said as he turned and headed for the hallway leading to the locker rooms. I was willing to do anything to relieve some of my misery. I followed, but I lingered in the hallway while he went into the forbidden zone. He returned shortly with a large shaker type can of the magical powder.

“Try this, buddy,” he said handing me the can.

As I turned over in my mind just how I was going to treat my injury, I suddenly realized I was about as prepared as a one-legged man at an ass-kicking contest. I not only could not see the infected area, it was also too painful for me to contort my body sufficiently to apply the powder properly. Bruce quickly saw my problem.

“Need some help, Pal,” he asked as nonchalantly as he could under the circumstances. I was desperate. I ignored the smirk he was fighting back as he offered his help.

“Damn, this is embarrassing,” I grunted as I tried to avoid eye contact. It wasn’t a question of modesty; it was intimacy.

“If you need my help, Harry,” he said soberly, “I’m here.”

I handed him the can of powder still avoiding his eyes as much as possible.

“It appears to me,” he mumbled in his version of an authoritative tone and shook out a generous portion of the magic powder into the palm of his left hand, “that you need to give me more room to operate my good man.”

I looked at him with my confusion showing on my face.

“Squat and spread, Harry,” Bruce said treating his request as inconsequential as possible.

I knew this was going to smart, but I would go to great lengths to relieve some of the pain racking my crotch. I squatted as much as I dared, and I spread my feet farther apart. With his best Ankara escort clinical detachment in play, he reached between my legs from behind and gently patted my scrotum with the wonder drug.

I relaxed somewhat when I discovered that the powder was cool and comforting to my wounds, and surprisingly I also realized that Bruce’s hand was soft and gentle as he applied the talc. By this time he was kneeling in front of me, and without thinking of how it might seem, I reached out and rested a hand on each of his shoulders. He seemed not to notice my action, and continued to spread the powder around on the surface of my raw skin. Oh man did it feel great. So did his hand.

“Does that seem to be doing the trick,” Bruce asked in a friendly manner.

“I can’t begin to tell you how much, old buddy,” I said with obvious pleasure in my voice. What I hadn’t realized yet was that I was slowly developing a rather impressive erection. Bruce continued to rub tenderly, and I continued to expand noticeably. Then I noticed,

“Oh shit, Bruce,” I cried, “I am sorry. I just lost control.”

“That’s a fine looking cock, Mister. Do you use it much?” He still had my balls cupped in his left hand, but now he was delicately holding my shaft between the thumb and forefinger of his right hand. Both hands were moving ever so slowly and creating the oddest sensation I had ever known. I liked it. My dick was getting harder.

“I think maybe this is going too far, Bruce,” I said in a surprisingly hoarse voice. “But I’ve got to admit that you have a very arousing touch.”

“Want me to stop?” he asked is a very soft voice.

“Are you cool with this?” I didn’t know what else to say.

“Only if you are, Harry. Your cock feels good in my hand.” Now he was holding my joint in a loosely cupped hand, and I did not protest his actions in the slightest.

“What’s next?” I choked out.

“I’d like to pay some more attention to this monster,” Bruce said as he squeezed my dick ever so gently. “Just say the word and it will never be mentioned again, or,” he added with emphasis, “give me the go ahead and I will introduce you to an entirely new world.” He looked straight into my eyes, and not so gently squeezed my balls. I instinctively started to pull away until I realized I was enjoying what was happening.

I thought for a minute, and then I said with a deep sigh, “Go ahead.” Without really noticing, I moved my hands from his shoulders and laced my fingers behind his head. He waddled a little closer like a duck walks, and renewed his first aid treatment although there was a different purpose in his action now. Bruce was stroking my crotch ever so gently now. His talc covered hand was moving from the crack of my ass all the way to the end of my cock. Needless to say, only a portion of that area was chafed

“I think my Ankara escort bayan joint needs a little more powder, Bruce, old buddy,” I said shocking myself at my boldness. What the Hell! His hand felt great, and now with the added powder he was encasing my cock with his hand as he stroked back and forth. He stroke didn’t reach all the way back to the crack in my ass but occasionally. When he did get that far back he made sure his fingers tantalized my asshole a little before returning. That tickled, but the sensation was pleasant rather than annoying. My cock was now as hard as tempered steel, or so it seemed.

“Bruce,” I managed through heavy breathing, “if you’re going to suck that thing, now is the time.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. I noticed his breath was also labored. “I’ll stop whenever you say.”

“I don’t want you to stop until your mouth is full of my stuff, Okay?”

“Done.” He said softly. I noticed there was a gleam in his eyes, He was thrilled that he was going to suck my dick. I hadn’t really noticed, but so was I.

First contact sent a shiver from my pelvis to my asshole, and then directly up my spine where it started a mild stinging sensation. Then I started enjoying the feel of his mouth sliding up and down my shaft. His action was slow and smooth as a rule, but occasionally he would make a couple of quick strokes in rapid succession. This was great.

My pal, Bruce, was an experienced cocksucker, and today I was truly thankful for his sexual persuasion. My hands were still clinched behind his head, only now I was helping him move with each trip up and down my cock. My innards began to churn; I felt the familiar stinging sensation that occurred during masturbation, and then we both felt my cock jerking in his mouth. He sucked harder, and pumped vigorously on the barrel of my tool. When the juices spewed forth, he hungrily sucked them into his mouth.

I dropped to my knees. I was excited, I was happy, and I was sexually satisfied. Bruce’s next move surprised the Hell out of me. He rose to a kneeling position, hugged my naked body, and kissed me full on the lips. His tongue was the next surprise, but it only took me a minute to respond. I sucked on his tongue, and then offered my. Needless to say, he sucked my tongue in a manner very familiar to the way he sucked my dick.

We stayed kneeling and holding each other for the longest time. Then he put his lips close to my ear. “Want to help me with my problem now?”

Before I could ask what problem, he moved my hand down to feel his swollen cock. I almost instantly wrapped my fingers around the engorged tool and immediately started sliding my fist up and down its pulsating length. This felt good. I knew then and there that I was going to suck my friend’s

cock. Bruce knew this as well. He released me and sat back resting Escort Ankara his butt on his heels. This position caused his erection to stick straight up at me.

“Come on down,” he said cheerfully. “Play my flute.”

I’m definitely no musician, but after what Bruce just introduced me to, I was determined to return the favor. The feeling of his mouth on my cock was unforgettable. His hand gently massaging my balls was unbelievably arousing, and the orgasm I experienced was far more satisfying that that I had received from any female. With all these memories racing through my head, I leaned forward, gripped his cock, and buried its head in my mouth.

I was certain that I was going to gag, but I was really in for a surprise. I could feel his pulse beat forcing blood through his veins, the throbbing of his entire shaft as it slid in and out of my mouth and the knowledge that this time I had my lover’s genitalia in me was awesome. I went about driving Bruce to the point of orgasm with my mouth with intensity and vigor I had never known before was in me.

Bruce’s reaction to my oral efforts encouraged more and more from me. I was holding his shaft firmly, polishing his knob as it were, and surprisingly becoming more and more addictive to this new sport. I was going to like sucking cock.

Bruce’s actions left no doubt that he was thoroughly enjoying oral ceremony, but he also felt that he should continue his tutoring until I had reach a professional level.

“Harry,” he said with bated breath, “play with my balls while you play my flute. It will make the music sweeter.” When we began this encounter he was resting on his outstretched hands behind hio\m. Now he had shifted to an upright sitting position, and had cupped his hands behind my head. I had not noticed until now that he was gently pulling my head forward when I took his cock into my mouth. He was also pushing his hips forward with each inward stroke of cock. The thought briefly flashed in my mind that I could easily choke to death if this man got too excited and forced himself on me.

The moment of truth arrived. I could feel the convulsing, the jerking, and now the pumping of Bruce’s cock. Then I felt his juices hit the back on my mouth and begin to trickle down my throat. This was a no-brainer – swallow. And swallow I did, again and again until I was certain he had deposited everything he had to offer.

I was filled with the satisfaction that I had performed my first oral sex on another male quite satisfactorily. But I needed assurance. I rose to a kneeling position, and we instinctively and passionately kissed.

As I embrace lingered, we heard a noise off in the distant. The front door to the gym had opened and closed.

“Oh, shit,” I exclaimed, “who could that be?”

“That’s probably my old man,” Bruce said quite calmly.

“Damn,” I said in a hushed voice, “we’d better straighten up a bit.”

“Relax, Harry,” Bruce said maintaining his cool composure.

“Yeah, but . . .”

“Where do you think I learned to suck your cock as well as I did?”

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The idea struck me as I lay in bed in my old bedroom, listening to my father and stepmother making love. It would be the perfect payback for Violet, who had hated me since the moment she met me, and hadn’t bothered hiding it since the day she married Daddy and moved into my family home.

I’d never heard them fucking before, because the day Violet moved in, I moved out. She might have kept her true feelings for me hidden under a mask of phony sweetness until then, but I knew. However, my dad had invited me home for the holidays, and somehow Dad and Violet had forgotten how thin the walls were. I could hear every pant, moan, wet sucking sound, and creak of the mattress, and quite frankly it got me hot. So I pulled my nightgown up to my neck and began to give my pussy a good working-over. I timed things so that the moment I heard Daddy roaring out his climax next door, my nipples swelled practically to bursting, my empty cunt clenched, and the lightning of orgasm shot straight from my clit to my brain and exploded in a shower of fireworks.

Then there was a period of silence while all three of us recovered. The next thing I knew, I heard my dad’s voice. He was speaking low enough that I couldn’t make out the words, but the general tone of pleading was crystal-clear. I pushed two fingers into my sopping hole, wondering what Daddy was asking for. I didn’t have long to wait to find out. Violet began to yell about how perverted it was for him to want to put “that thing” in her mouth. I almost started laughing. A new young sexy (I had to admit that) wife, and all my daddy wanted was some head — and she wouldn’t give him any. I heard Daddy start cursing, and then several doors slamming, and then the noise of his car roaring off into the night. Total quiet again.

Ever since I discovered my own body, Daddy had played an important role in my fantasies. They usually started with him confessing to me how lonely he had been since Mom had left us. This was of course before Violet came into the picture at all. In my thoughts, Daddy would tell me about how he needed to go out and get some relief, but he didn’t want to leave his precious daughter home alone. Of course I was always able to convince him that it was all right for me to stroke him off, and I’d unzip his fly and very matter-of-factly jerk his cock until he creamed in my hands. I don’t know how many times I’ve come with that scene playing through my head. In real life, of course, Daddy had the usual assortment of dates, and I’m sure he got laid regularly — but nothing serious.

Or so I thought. One day out of the blue, my daddy announced that he and Violet were going to get married. Very quickly I came to return her feelings for me, which as I said were clear to me from the start, even if she pulled the wool over Daddy’s eyes pretty successfully. kağıthane escort I think she thought of me as competition for his attention, and I hope she didn’t know how right she really was.

So now I lay in bed, dreaming up my plan. As the ideas flashed through my mind, I decided to give myself a good finger-fucking. I had left my toys back at my apartment, but three fingers were a perfectly adequate substitute for my trusty dildo. It took a while, but I finally came again, silently screaming out “Daddy, Daddy!”

I have to tell you at this point that I love going down on guys. It’s probably my favorite part of sex. At age 23, I’ve probably sucked off a hundred cocks of all sizes, ages, and colors. I love to let a man’s pulsing rod into my mouth because of the feeling of power it always gives me. A man will do or say anything for a woman who knows how to do it right, who will let him come in her mouth and swallow his jism. Besides, the thought of a man’s seed in my belly makes me hot. I’ve given mouth jobs to men who I would never think of letting see me naked, never mind touching me or actually fucking me.

Anyway, what Daddy wanted just happened to be my specialty. And Violet was denying him, so he would be wide open — and I really wanted to get back at her for taking my daddy away from me. As I imagined that it was Daddy’s cock pumping into my mouth, filling my guts with the seed that made me, I had to stuff a pillow over my face so he and Violet couldn’t hear my scream as I came for the third and most powerful time.

For the rest of the holidays, I waited for my chance to seduce Daddy. Somehow I knew that once I had him, everything would be all right again. But every time I flashed him my big tits or my shaved pussy, Violet would just happen to walk into the room right then. Our relationship got even rockier than it was, if possible, and finally I wound up returning to my own apartment several days early. Oh well.

I had lost track of my plan when Violet called me up one evening several months later. She told me with fake sympathy that Daddy had heard about “my fooling around with men” and was on his way over. “He was certainly very angry when he left here,” she cooed into my ear. I just knew that whatever my daddy had heard had come from Violet one way or another. I was furious that she’d meddle in my business, and then my plan came back into my head.

When Daddy knocked thunderously on my apartment door, I was all ready for him. I was wearing a nightshirt, as if I had gone to bed early that night. It concealed me completely if the light was on me and if I was standing up. But if not — Well, anyway, he gave me a kiss on the cheek, which he lingered over just a bit too long. He quickly recovered his stern voice and said there was something we needed to talk about. We went into the living room of my one-bedroom apartment.

He sat down on the overstuffed chair, as I had intended, but I continued to stand up while he lectured me on “what a young lady like you” should and shouldn’t do, and how if I had a relationship, it should be with just one man, slightly older and slightly better off than I was. He wasn’t old-fashioned enough to expect me to save myself for marriage, but the whole thrust of his oration was the next thing to it.

It didn’t really matter, because I wasn’t listening anyway. Instead, I had made sure that I was standing between him and the desk lamp that was the only source of light in the room. He wouldn’t be able to see any details, but the nightshirt was sheer enough that he knew I had nothing on under it. I could see the sweat begin to bead on his forehead, and not because the room was too warm, although it was.

Finally, I pulled up one of the lightweight chairs from the dinette table and sat down directly across from Daddy on the edge of the seat. As he talked on, I let myself ease back slowly in the chair, and the hem of the nightshirt began to ride up over my thighs. I also let my legs part a little, giving Daddy just a glimpse of my forbidden pussy. The lecture became rather disjointed, and his eyes wandered from my face to my crotch, then sharply back to my face.

Finally, Daddy had had enough. He stopped in mid-sentence and asked me why I wasn’t wearing any pajama bottoms. I replied impudently, “I never wear them. That way it’s easier for my boyfriends to go down on me when they wake up in the morning. Much nicer than an alarm clock, really.” By this point I was openly staring at the bulge in Daddy’s pants.

Daddy was gaping like a fish on a hook. I slipped off the chair and onto my knees in front of him. I bent down further and undid his belt and pants, letting his erection burst out into the air. I was impressed with it, just as a man’s cock, even setting aside that it was Daddy’s.

“So,” I said softly. “Violet still won’t give you a blow job? Silly woman. She doesn’t know what she’s missing.” Without another word I fisted my daddy with one hand and pulled the nightshirt over my head with the other. Then I was down on my daddy’s cock, taking him into my mouth with a single carefully aligned swallow.

Daddy still didn’t say a word. He certainly didn’t ask me how I knew. I began to bob my head, first slowly and then faster, and then slowly again. I wanted my daddy to last a long, long time in my mouth. When I pulled off him completely, he groaned, but I was back quickly enough, licking his shaft, giving his balls a warm bath, pressing the tip of my tongue into the slit at the tip of his cock.

The fingers of one of my hands were diddling my pussy as I ran the fingernails of the other lightly, so lightly over the underside of his prick right where the shaft met the head. He groaned and lurched, and I quickly backed off and gripped the base of his cock hard until the urge to come left him. I didn’t want him to waste a single drop outside my body, so I sucked his cock right into my mouth again.

This time I went down, down, down even further until I could feel his coarse pubic hair pressed hard into my lips and nose. I breathed through my nose so as not to start gagging, and my head resumed its bobbing motions. Soon I didn’t have to move up and down any more: he was clutching my head to him and humping his hips, fucking my face with everything he had.

It was rough sex, no doubt about that, but it was Daddy and I loved every single minute of it. All thoughts of power, control, and revenge on Violet were lost for the moment while Daddy dominated me with his huge cock as no man ever had before. My fingers slipped off my clit as I concentrated only on the sensations in my lips, tongue, and throat.

Then his orgasm began. He shot his load into my mouth, gobs of it, the stored-up juice of many days of abstinence. Even with my skills I couldn’t hold it all. With his come dripping out of the corners of my mouth, he pulled his cock out and spat white cream over my cheeks, eyes, and hair. Madly I used my fingers to scoop it up and push it back into my mouth so I could swallow it down. Then he was done, and we were staring at each other with a new understanding in our eyes. My daddy might be mine now, but I was most definitely also his, and that I had never expected.

After that it was my turn. My daddy turned out to be a wizard at eating pussy. He took me through five huge orgasms that night, leaving me completely wrung out and ultimately satisfied. Then he picked me up and carried me to my own bed, half asleep, and tucked me in as he used to do when I was a child. I dimly heard the shower running and then remembered nothing more until morning, when I woke to an empty house, a full belly, and an empty cunt.

In fact, my father has never once fucked my cunt in all the times he’s visited me since that night. He says there are plenty of women in his life, but he never has sex, Bill Clinton sex, with any of them except Violet. I don’t even mind. We do it in every conceivable position: him on top in my bed, me on top, sixty-nine, the classic way with him standing and me on my slutty knees, and even fancier things like him holding me upside down in mid-air by my waist, my knees and calves locked over his shoulders while my head bangs his cock.

My daddy keeps my body so satisfied with his talented tongue and fingers, and keeps my mind so satisfied with the numerous dominant face-fucks that he administers to me, that I have totally lost my original motivation for taking revenge on Violet. I just feel sorry for the woman, because she’ll never experience the joy’s of Daddy’s oral love.

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Gem was a classical beauty with high cheekbones and an air of nobility. In her prime she had a statuesque elegance, like she’d stepped out of a painting by Gustav Klimt.

Now, Gem was in her early seventies but still full of the joys of Spring. She refused, with a defiance of which the Trojans would’ve been proud, to allow her physical age to define her or her physical limitations to be an obstacle to adventures. A cruel and unforeseen stroke, five years ago, made her right arm and right leg virtually immobile; she’d fought her way back from this catastrophe and continued to do all the things she loved.

Chiefly this involved travelling in her little van, specially adapted with a steering paddle, to all the counter-culture get-togethers, big and small, that were scattered across the year. She was a regular feature at festivals and much adored by parents of wild and bored children because her van contained such a myriad of toys, games and shenanigans that could easily occupy any passing brats. There were drums and trampolines, hoops and inflatables, building blocks and puzzles. She fenced off a mini petting zoo which starred two large, docile rabbits that loved being patted and fed dandelion leaves.

Her van had ‘Mama Gem’s Playhouse’ stencilled in large, bright letters along each side and the rest of it was painted matt black. Children were given fat sticks of chalk and told to draw whatever their little minds could imagine; at the end of a festival there was not one iota of black visible amongst the multi-coloured squiggles.

Mama Gem’s appearance was far from black. Her clothes were a ragtag collection of cloth-patch dresses, her legs always sported witchy striped tights, her boots were embroidered with cotton swirls, her hair was cut short into purple and blue spikes, none of her facial piercings were plain old silver and the few tattoos she displayed were a cascade of cosmic flowers. Her wheelchair, because she found walking very difficult, was painted Lamborghini Diablo red.

The only grey on Mama Gem was in her kind eyes, these often danced with unrestrained glee at the vista of burbling, laughing children as they charged around her van. Her face could become steely and stern in a second if one of them got out of hand, but her look of authority soon vanished once a blushing child had apologised for their minor misdemeanour. They always did apologise, no one messed with Mama Gem.

At the end of the Summer festival season many of the travelling performers (the jugglers and the stilt-walkers, fire-breathers and bubble blowers, the freaks and eccentrics who go some way in making a festival such an interesting event for normal, everyday folk), would gather for a few days of relaxation, wine and weed at a selected campsite. In the evenings, small groups would congregate around woodfires and share their tales of tragedy and triumph.

Gem was much welcomed at these exclusive gatherings because her caustic wit often had people snorting with inappropriate laughter as she pricked someone’s pomposity. A lot of these artists, hippies and crusty punks had grown up playing around her skirts and drawing on her van, so she always got away with causing offence. It’s hard to stay mad at a woman who’d wiped your nose when you were four or stuck a plaster over your cut finger when you were seven. Her grey eyes, sparkling with reflected firelight, spoke of kindness and tribal family, and any grievance was quickly forgotten.

She’d spend the evening sipping her gin cocktails and getting gradually and indecently inebriated while passing sly, sarcastic comments to the amusement of whoever was sitting within earshot. It was at one of these informal fireside parties, with stars speckling a blue-black sky and the sound of a distant drum-circle chanting their hippy mantras, that Gem was sitting when, during a quiet moment with everyone content to mutely meditate on the flickering licks of orange flames, her good friend Sally entered the intimate circle and sat down on a camp-chair next to her.

“And where have you been, young lady?” Gem asked. Sally was forty-five.

Sally poured herself a snifter from Gem’s cocktail shaker and replied, “I’ve been with Zacharia.”

“The acrobat? You’ve been gone three days, where did you two go?”

“Um, nowhere.”

“Do you mean,” Gem raised her voice in faux shock, “You’ve just been… in bed with Zacharia for three days?”

Sally blushed as the group smiled and murmured.

“He’s less than half your age!” Gem announced, “Hmm. Good for you. I would high-five you but I’m neither fifteen nor American.”

Gem took a sip of her drink and leaned over in her wheelchair to covertly ask, “What was he like, Sal?”

“He was… flexible. And extremely energetic.”

Gem snickered and they both laughed together like only old friends can.

After their giggles subsided, Gem said, “I remember when Zacharia was little David Brown from Bellingham. He was forever hogging the trampoline.”

“Yeah, well,” Sally lit a cigarette, “He still likes a bounce.”

Gem cackled with pleasure.

“I’m going to have to get bağcılar escort me some of this moonshine that’s going around the camp,” Gem spoke to the fireside collective, “Sally here and Zacharia, Izzy and Consuela are off canoodling, Bo and Hua have left to get married, the place is lousy with couples!”

“Like young Anvi and Finn there.”

Sally pointed across the fire at two youngsters sitting happily entwined, watching the flames.

“Ah yes,” Gem agreed, “Two young, healthy, cute, sexy people in love and with their whole joint life ahead of them.”

A lone voice joked from the edge of the group, “It’s enough to make ya sick.”

Anvi and Finn smiled, taking the ribbing good-naturedly.

“This is hardly news,” Finn said defensively, “We’ve been married three years.”

“That’s no time at all, no time at all,” Gem downed her drink and a far-away look stole across her elegant features, “I have to admit, I am a little jealous. It’s been many a moon since this ol’ Mama saw some action. In fact, I’m not sure I can even remember when I last had some sugar.”

The lone voice spoke again, “Nothing is more annoying than seeing young people happy. Rubbing our faces in it.”

After this bitter remark the conversation moved on. Anvi and Finn were whispering to themselves; they appeared, not that anyone was observing, to be furtively debating. Eventually the various fireside groups began to break up, the fires were let alone to die. People said their goodnights and wrapped their coats tight around themselves as they trudged off into the chill, early morning blackness.

Gem was wheeling herself over the grass towards her tent when she heard footsteps behind her. She spun to find Anvi and Finn had caught her up.

“Mama Gem, do you have a moment?” Anvi said.

“Got all the moments in the world, honey, what’s up?”

The young couple hesitated. There was some nudging from Anvi.

Finn spoke up, “What you were saying back there, at the fire, about, um, wanting… some affectionate company, shall we say? I know you were probably joking but…”

“Yeessss?” Gem’s gin-soaked brain couldn’t work out the hell he was getting at, she never would have guessed what was said next.

“We just wanted to, um, offer… if ever you want to spend some time with two people who think you’re wonderful, errr…” Finn ran out of words.

Anvi took the reins, “If you want company… you could come find us. Any time.”

Gem looked from one face to the other, then back again, then back again.

“This a piss-take?” Gem sounded cantankerous.

Finn dropped down on one knee so his face was level with Gem’s.

“Not at all,” he said, alarmed that she’d thought they were mocking her, “We’re completely serious.”

Gem looked into his eyes. The boy was cute, no doubt about that. Eyes you could lost in. The boy was close, very close. The boy was kissing her. His lips were so soft. She could go on kissing these lips forever. A spike of regret pierced her tipsy mind and Gem suddenly pulled away and looked pleadingly at the young wife.

“Shit, I’m sorry Anvi.”

Anvi squatted down next to her husband and gave him a loving peck on the lips.

“We were talking,” Anvi said, turning to Gem, “About who we’d like to get with if we were single. We were just playing around, you know? People we fancy, people we think are sexy, wondering what it’d be like to…” she paused, blushing in the gloom, “Make love with them. There were some disturbingly odd choices on Finn’s list.”

“Your own list has some dubious characters.” Finn stood up and wiped his knee, there was a dark spot made by the cold wet grass.

Anvi ignored her husband, and leaned on the arm of Gem’s wheelchair, “Mama Gem, we both mentioned your name.”

“Me!?” Gem was genuinely astounded.

Anvi leaned her chin on her arm and looked up into Gem’s confounded expression.

“We talked about you, how we both like you, then we… kinda played with the idea, fantasising. Do you like girls?”

“I’ve never been with one before.”

Anvi raised herself up slightly, resting her hand on Gem’s knee.

“But the idea doesn’t repulse you?”

“No, I-“

Anvi interrupted her by placing her lips on Gem’s. She was cautious at first but soon sensed Gem’s acceptance and so leaned closer and settled into a deliciously delicate tug-of-war, each gently sucking the other’s lips as they kissed, breathing each other’s breath. Anvi felt her whole body come alive. The bittersweet aroma of gin and marajuana was one she would remember all her days. Anvi was caressing Gem’s nylon thigh. Gem raised her hand and touched Anvi’s hair, stroking her. After some minutes they slowly, reluctantly, broke it off.

“Wow,” breathed Finn in the shadows, watching.

Gem raised her hand in agitation, “I need some time, to think about this. I…”

“Of course, Mama Gem,” Anvi said, standing up next to her

husband and holding his hand, “We just felt we had to take the chance.”

“And offer you…” Finn floundered.

Anvi concluded, “Us.”

“Well, okay. I’m cihangir escort flattered of course but, er, thank you, for the offer. Now get outta here.”

Gem waved them off and watched as the darkness swallowed them. She heard Anvi give an excited squeal. She ran her fingers through her hair, tried and failed to make sense of what had just happened, then spun and headed for her tent.

In bed, a little sobered by the kafuffle of stripping and washing in cold water with one arm while leaning on a crutch, Gem relived the previous twenty minutes over and over in her mind. Okay, so it wasn’t a joke. Seemingly, they were authentically kinky for her aged, wrinkled, painfully broken bod. Well, it takes all sorts. But how did she feel about them? She hadn’t known Finn before this Summer but she sort of knew Anvi, who crafted puppets and marionettes for some of the performers.

The pretty little thing had been hanging around her van since she was a teenager, usually just sitting cross-legged with one of the rabbits on her lap, watching the world through those big, dark brown eyes. They’d spoken once or twice, Anvi had explained how her mother had named her after a Hindu goddess of the forest, but mostly she would just be sat by herself while smaller children danced and ran and fought around her. Gem had sometimes wondered why Anvi had kept returning, could it be the young lass had a crush on her? This didn’t seem plausible.

Finn was much taller and broader than little Anvi, he was a carpenter and tree-surgeon and was already showing signs of a life spent out in the coruscating elements. He seemed a bit elemental, like a creature of the woods tamed to pass in civilised society. His open, friendly face showed a complete lack of guile. He had long, wild, straggly, dark hair which was decorated with ribbons and beads. He looked very fit and strong. And those green eyes! Gem was just thinking how a younger version of herself could easily have fallen utterly in love with such a man, as she drifted off to sleep.

The next day Finn had a visitor arrive at the door of his bus.

“Mama Gem sent me,” the barefoot child said, “To invite you and your good lady wife to attend her tent this evening. Then she told me to wink siffy-niffy-cantly, but I can’t wink so I shall blink siffy-niffy-cantly.”

The boy screwed his eyes shut then opened them and asked, “How was that?”

“Perfect,” Finn said, “A blink’s twice as good as a wink any day.”

Anvi arrived at the door in time to see the young lad scarpering away.

“Who was that?”

“That was our invitation to Gem’s tent this evening.”

“Oh, fucking hell, really!? Shit a brick. This is exciting!” Anvi squeaked like a stepped-on mouse, clapped her hands and danced on the spot. Finn laughed at her glee. The way she displayed her feelings so openly was one of the first things Finn had fallen in love with, he never had to work out what mood she was in.

“We’d better get you under a shower.” Anvi said, calming down.

Finn reached up under his teeshirt and scratched his skin, “I don’t see why I have to-“

“You stink, babe.”

“Maybe she’ll like it. I wouldn’t mind at all if both of you were dirty.”

“She won’t. I won’t. Women aren’t filthy animals like you snuffling, pantie-sniffing scumbags. We aren’t turned on by horrible smells.”

“Not true. I knew a girl who was really into it. She found my sweaty, unwashed body-“

“I know who you’re talking about and she wasn’t a woman, she was a skanky fat pig.”

“Where is your feminist solidarity?”

“It doesn’t apply to your ex-girlfriends.”

“I don’t see how you can be exhibiting jealousy, considering what we’re trying to do with the old lady.”

“I don’t think you’re going to run off with a seventy year-old.”

Finn wrapped his arms around his wife and spoke softly, “You don’t really think I’m going to run off with ANYONE, do you?”

They kissed.

“Do you?” Finn insisted.

“I suppose not. You seem trustworthy.”

They kissed again.

“Now,” Anvi dragged him onboard their bus, “Let’s grab some towels and go see if the shower is free.”

Anvi had a tortuous wait until evening came. They judged seven o’clock to be suitably evening-ish and headed across the camp for their date. She was dragging Finn along and chattering like a nervous schoolgirl. Unlike the previous night, the air was oppressively humid and this added to her overcooked anxiety.

“Do you think my dress is alright?”

“It’s fine.”

“I should’ve worn something more revealing. Let’s go back and change. Something more… clingy. I feel like an unattractive frump.”

“It’s fine.”

“You think so? It’s colourful. She likes colours.”

“It’s fine,” Finn grabbed Anvi and held her, “You look irresistible, you always do.”

He sneaked his hand up under her dress and, in a much practised move, pushed his fingers in through the side of her tight cotton briefs to her silky pussylips. Anvi glanced around the twilit camp, no one seemed to be watching. He felt how wet she already was and grinned.

“You’re really gaziosmanpaşa escort into this, aren’t you?”

He pushed the tip of a finger inside her, Anvi straightened out her dress to hide his public molestation. She chewed on her lip and nodded, blushing.

“Anvi, you’re the sweetest, sexiest, beautiful-est girl I’ve ever met. I’m head over heels in love with you. Everyone I know thinks you’re adorable. Gem will too. Okay?”

“I love you, Finn.”

“‘Course you do, I’m the best husband in the world. Now, let’s go break our marriage vows.”

As they reached Gem’s family-sized tent (there was never a shortage of willing volunteers to erect it for her) Finn said, “Knock knock, anyone home?”

Gem’s voice invited them in. They entered to find Gem wrapped in a silken robe that was splashed with colourful oriental patterns. She turned off her portable teevee, wheeled over to a table and picked up three glasses. She held them up and the young couple walked over to take one each.

“To us. Sláinte!” Gem raised her glass in salute then took a deep swig of the crystal-coloured booze.

“Skol,” said Finn and then downed his drink in one swallow; this he instantly regretted.

“Careful, son,” Gem warned, “I don’t make ’em weak.”

Anvi raised her glass and said, “Chin chin.”

She took a much more moderate sip than her spluttering husband. Gem took the empty glass from Finn, he thumped his chest twice and coughed.

“Now, to be honest,” Gem began a speech she had rehearsed, “Until last night, I hadn’t had any sexual thoughts about either of you. It’s not in my nature to go around perving up kids who’re half a century younger than me. But I lay in bed, thinking, imagining… picturing you both, in your bus, at it like rabbits.”

Anvi and Finn shared a grin.

“I hadn’t realised,” Gem continued, wheeling herself over to pour another cocktail, “Quite how much…” she offered a glass to Finn, he shook his head, “I hadn’t been allowing myself to recognise how lonely I was. Am, still. No one has spoken to me like you two did last night in a very long time. So, if you want to share some of what you two have… I would like to take you up on your gracious offer.”

Anvi and Finn nodded. Gem took a swig from her glass.

“I think we should see how serious you both are. Strip him.”

She caught Anvi’s eyes and motioned with her head at her man. Anvi took a sip of her cocktail, put down her glass and pulled Finn’s teeshirt off over his head. Finn posed in what he thought of as his muscular, masculine glory. Anvi’s next words deflated him a bit.

“Isn’t it gorgeous?” Anvi spidered her fingers over his broad, furry chest and slid her palm down his arm.

“Mmmm, tight.” Gem agreed, stroking his taut stomach.

It? I’m not an ‘it’, Finn was thinking. He held his tongue as the women stroked his skin and discussed him further.

“You can’t really tell hot this body is, under the baggy clothes he wears.”

“It’s certainly a fine chunk of man-flesh.”

There was that ‘it’ again, Finn noticed grudgingly.

“I wouldn’t mind if he had a little tum-tum,” Anvi stood behind him and patted his belly, “But his work is so physical, it keeps it all so toned.”

“He works hard for you. He’s a good lad.”

There followed a few silent minutes of Anvi and Gem examining Finn’s physique like art historians assessing a Greek sculpture.

“Don’t worry,” Gem said eventually, “Middle-aged spread will happen, even to you young lovebirds. What’s the rest of it like?”

Anvi reached around his torso to unbutton and unzip his jeans. In one swift action she pushed his jeans and underwear down and helped him step out of them. Three feminine hands began a detailed exploration of his lower half.

“Not bad.” Gem concluded.

“It’s not bad, is it?” Anvi giggled.

“Turn around.” Gem spoke to Finn but it took him a moment to comprehend he was being addressed directly for the first time.

His feelings were conflicted until he turned and came face-to-face with his proud spouse. Anvi squished her lips on his, her tongue slid into his mouth. Through the active, boiling kiss, she said, “Love you, babe,” and her vivacious arousal instantly soothed his troubled thoughts. Behind him, he could feel Gem amusing herself by groping his firm bumcheeks. Anvi broke off their frenetic kiss and her brown eyes flashed dark with excitement. Finn gave her a friendly grin. Anvi turned him around and slid her hands down his body to his thick, hanging cock. She held it up, proffering his member to Gem.

“Isn’t he delicious?”

“You have good taste, girl, it’s definitely a cute one.”

“All of him is cute.”

“It gets a lot bigger?”

“Oh yes!”

Anvi began to move her hand long his shaft, peeling back the foreskin.

“Mmmm, it is lovely, isn’t it?” Gem was beaming.

“I adore sucking on it, Mama Gem, is that something you’re into?”

“It would seem churlish to refuse.”

Gem leaned forward from her wheelchair and kissed the head of Finn’s cock. He couldn’t help but let out a gasping groan as she opened her mouth and sucked on the bulbous tip. Anvi continued to wank him tenderly as Gem eased the whole head into her mouth and sucked contentedly. The tent was silent except for the slurping of the old lady on the young meat.

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Chapter 01: Corrin’s Plan

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I straightened my skirt although there was nothing really wrong with it, and adjusted the matching suit jacket. Corrin St James would be here in a few moments and I wanted to make sure nothing went wrong. She was the biggest client I’d hooked in a long while. I was an associate at one of the biggest advertising agencies in the city. If I closed the St. James account I could almost guarantee I’d make partner this year. Which would mean I was the first black woman to make partner and I was only thirty years old. I had not met Corrin yet but that wasn’t at all surprising, after all she was the CEO and founder of one of the leading international cosmetics companies. I had been interfacing with the vice president of the company who had in turn forwarded all of my ideas and presentations to Miss St. James. Apparently everything had gone off without a hitch because after my latest presentation she had sent word that we would meet in person at 9:00 am today. The intercom buzzed, invading my daydream, “Miss St James is here Miss Steven’s.” My secretary’s voice came through the phone.

“Send her in” I said picking up the receiver, “Oh and hold my calls during the meeting. Thanks Becky”

Replacing the receiver I sat up straight and fixed a smile on my face, I had the compulsion to reach in my top drawer and check my face in my compact. However I didn’t have the time and I knew my face was as “fixed” as it was going to get as I had just checked it five minutes ago. “Well, maybe just a peek.” I thought, but at that moment Becky opened the door and ushered Miss St. James through the door.

Sheer will power kept me from tumbling from the chair like a rag doll. Becky walked out of the office shutting the door after her. I sat speechless in my chair concentrating on breathing and sitting upright.

“Reggie it’s been ages”

She called me by my first name, an old nickname really. When I was younger I’d popped a few kids one for calling me Regina, which was my given and then hated name. But I’d grown up a lot since then. Still only close friends had the privilege of calling me anything other than Miss Stevens.

I looked her in the eye but I still didn’t say a word, we had been close friends once. We had been lovers.

Back then she had been Karolyn Thomas. She’d been my best friend too, when she disappeared it had taken me years to get over losing her. I had searched for her for years to no avail. Finally after adulthood was in full swing, I had to face the fact that she was dead or not willing to be found. Still when I found myself in a large crowd I consciously searched for her face, now here it was in front of me.

She stepped closer to the desk; she was smiling in a way that sent chills from the base of my spine to my neck. “Breath baby, or you’re gonna pass out.”

I let out my breath in a whoosh. I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding my breath.

“Aren’t you happy to see me baby?” She was walking around the desk. Running her fingertips over the surface as she moved toward me. I watched her. I still did not trust my voice, plus I wanted to see how this scene would play out. She was next to me now, and she kneeled so that her face was level with mine.

I looked directly into her eyes, parting my lips a bit as my breathing seemed to be labored.

She reached up and removed the bobby pins from my meticulously coiffed hair and let the gentle waves fall. It had taken me damn near a half hour to brush my unruly curls into submission before pulling it up into a neat bun and in less than a minute it was all undone. My hair hung just about to my ass and most of the time it was an albatross but I kept it long because I loved the look of it. It made me feel achingly feminine; to feel the weight of my long hair as I walked.

Corrin seemed to be enjoying my hair, When I’d known her I’d been a tomboy. Always keeping my hair a little past my shoulders and more often than not it was in a ponytail or stuffed under a baseball cap. She was running her hands through the length of my hair. Starting at the roots and moving outward, when she got to the tips she let them cascade from her fingers and fall gently back into place.

Corrin laughed and moved her hands from my hair to my neck, I wondered briefly if she was planning to strangle me where I sat. I actually smiled at the morbid thought. She wouldn’t have to strangle me if she wanted me dead. I would’ve staked my career on the fact that if she kept touching me I’d die of a heart attack.

Corrin looked at me as she ran her hands over my neck then kept going until she was touching the uppermost area of my chest. Once again I found myself holding my breath as her hands descended lower.

She was cupping my breasts lightly and teasing me through the fabric. I relaxed against her and noticed the ache in my muscles. I’d been holding myself stiff as a board since she’d stepped through the door.

She smiled with a look of satisfaction as I pressed closer to her.

“You always were kağıthane escort such a slut”

“Only for you” I said finally speaking.

Corrine looked surprised that I had spoken at all, she smiled the little chilling smile again and slipped her hands lower. If I didn’t know better I’d say she was ignoring me. Not physically as her hand was currently slipping up my inner thigh. But ignoring the fact that I had spoken.

I lost my train of thought as her fingers crept up my thigh to the band of my panties. I spread my legs a bit wider as I felt her tug the satiny material. I thought she was going to pull them over my legs but instead she gave them another hearty tug and ripped them right off.

Her fingers went right to work working over my clit in slow circular motions. I moaned and slid lower in my chair. She shot me what I would call a warning look but I had no idea what the warning was regarding. I bit my lip and closed my eyes. I couldn’t help but reflect on the last time we’d been in this position. I was sitting on the bed in our dorm room naked as the day I was born. Corrin who had been Karolyn back then was kneeling on the floor between my thighs as I rode her pretty face. She glanced up her eyes told me if her mouth wasn’t busy she’d be smiling. I smiled down at her and ran my fingers through her thick brown hair and pulled her head closer. Her lips were wrapped around my clit as she flicked her tongue back and forth over the sensitive nub. I gripped the sheets in my fingers as I rode her beautiful brown face. I was moaning low in my throat and grinding against her as the waves of orgasm washed over me. I repeated her name like a mantra between gasps and moans. The door of the room was suddenly thrown open and in walked two people that I had seen only in passing. In the eight years that I’d been attending boarding school with Karolyn I’d only seen her parents a handful of times. She rarely talked about them and I’d learned to stay away from the topic. I did know that her mother was a rich bitch socialite and her father was a corporation bigwig. Still they didn’t seem to care about Karolyn, more often than not she came home with me during holidays and before that she’d gone home to a house of servants as her parents were off on one vacation or another every time school was out.

Her mother was livid and her father turned away as I covered her with a sheet. Since her mother had already taken a good long look at everything I had I stood and walked over to retrieve my clothes from their various positions on the floor. I got dressed and took a seat on the bed. Her mother was watching the whole time. I could see where Karolyn got her figure her mother looked amazing and she had to be at least 35 years old, which sounded old to my 18-year-old ears. Her brown skin remained unblemished and the suit she was wearing had to have cost at least a thousand dollars, It clung to her breasts and defined her waist as it tapered. The skirt was a little short but it only emphasized her amazing legs right down to the tips of her matching canary yellow shoes. I knew a pair of Manolo Bahlanik shoes when I saw them. This woman’s outfit had cost more than my wardrobe, and the funny part was she would have looked just as good in a pair of jeans and a tee shirt.

Karolyn’s father looked uncomfortable and wouldn’t meet my eyes. Even with his face averted I could tell he was a handsome man and I recognized some of Karolyn’s features on his unfamiliar face. The silence was intense and increasingly more uncomfortable. I looked at Karolyn but she had her head bowed, Mr. Thomas Was looking every where but at us so I turned to Mrs. Thomas. She was livid I wondered if she’d have to be physically restrained. I was embarrassed but it was too late for regrets and what ifs now.

I looked her dead in the eye and waited. I didn’t have to wait long she flipped in about two seconds.

She called me every name in the book from little queer to brazen slut. She accused me of turning her precious baby out. I laughed aloud at that one. Her precious little baby had seduced me if anything she had turned me out. Karolyn shot me a look but I ignored her and stood.

“Since when is she your precious baby? You never gave a damn when she was coming to my house at Christmas for God’s sake. When was the last time you called her? Or wrote? Or did anything but send her a Goddamn allowance?”

Her mother blinked momentarily silenced.

“How dare you”

“No how dare you” I shot back

“Stupid bitch” I mumbled not quite under my breath.

That was a mistake she pulled back her hand and slapped me hard enough to make my eyes tear.

I couldn’t believe this uppity bitch had slapped me. I slapped her right back using the back of my hand instead of the palm. Karolyn and Mr. Thomas both looked startled and a little scared. With good reason too Mrs. Thomas lunged at me; she was surprisingly agile for a woman in four-inch heels.

Mr. Thomas had to physically restrain her. He was easily a half-foot taller than his statuesque wife and outweighed her by at least sixty pounds but still he had to struggle to hold her. After that everything was a blur but by the next day Karolyn was packed up and gone. I tried in vain to contact her. I’d gone to her father as a desperate plea he had been no help. In a last ditch effort I’d even confronted Mrs. Thomas.

At first she hadn’t been very forth coming then she had given me a few recent photos and she sent me a new one from time to time but still no word about Karolyn. I asked her once why she even bothered to send the pictures and she’d said “I admire the way you defended her, No one before or since you has been willing to confront me or defend my daughter to me.”

I had seen Mrs. Thomas from time to time, most recently at a charity benefit my office had sponsored few months back. She had looked stunning as always. Her black dress was short and the back was cut low enough for me to see the shallow dip at the base of her spine. If it were any lower he ass crack would have been showing. She had more than a few drinks and was stumbling when I found her wandering the halls.

I’d gotten bored and had been doing a little wandering myself. She was stumbling a little but other than that she didn’t appear out of sorts. I offered her my arm for support and she took it, she pulled herself closer to me than necessary leaned against me. She looked in my eyes and said “Thanks.”

Then before I realized what she was doing she grabbed my hair and kissed me. I tried to push her away but she wouldn’t budge. She pulled me closer her hands tangled in my hair and her thighs straddling

My left leg, I tried to keep my lips firmly pressed together but her tongue played over my lips and I opened to her. T grabbed her ass and rode her thigh as she ground her sex against me. My dress was longer than hers was so her pussy was moving against the satin of my gown while her dress was hiked up giving me access to her firm muscular thigh. I moaned against her lips and moved my hands to caress her breasts. She moved one of her hand from my hair and pressed it against the wall behind us, as I moved back a step or two. She had me pressed against the wall and she was riding me like a pro. I could feel her body tensing as she came. I was only second behind her I buried my face in the crook of her neck and I could feel her teeth biting into my shoulder blade as she cried out. When she stepped away from me she looked a little dazed. She’d left a wet spot on the dark satin of my dress. She backed away and if I hadn’t grabbed her wrist I felt sure she would have hurried off. “Where you running off to Katherine.”

She looked uneasy as I held her fast.

“Let go of me”

“Not yet Kitty Kat” I played on her nickname

She looked like she might cry so I loosened my grip a bit.

“Please” she pleaded

“What just happened Kitty?”

“I don’t know. I had to many drinks”

“No you didn’t Kitty Kat level with me” I said looking into her eyes

“What do you mean?”

“I mean when I kissed you, I didn’t taste alcohol. If you’d had that many drinks surely you’d taste and even reek of alcohol right? You stumbled earlier and just a second ago you were ready to bolt. You’re a helluva actress though Kitty Kat. You almost fooled me.”

“Stop calling me that. And let go of me. All of sudden you’re Nancy fucking Drew”

“Stop calling you what Kitty Kat? I can think of a few other names for you” I let go of her arm and quickly embraced her for a moment. Then I ran my hands underneath her dress and cupped her ass. “Is this better” I was kneading the firm flesh lightly. I felt her relax against me as I kissed her lightly on the lips.

“Were you always a closet slut or just recently? Little queer. Stupid little bitch” I was repeating verbatim the words she had said to me in the dorm years earlier.

“Stop. Please.”

“Not on your life Kitty Kat”

I moved my hands up her back and lowered the straps that held her dress in place. Lowering the top of the dress I kissed her naked breasts, pulling her hard chocolate colored nipple into my mouth. She arched against me as inhaled the scent of her perfume mixed with the unmistakable odor of sex.

I teased her for a while enjoying the way she moaned and undulated against me, then without warning I straighten her dress and started to walk away.

“Where are you going?” She grabbed my hand pulling me back to her.

I kissed her deeply, then backed away “Good night Kitty Kat”

She had stood there while I walked away. When I turned back she lifted her hand then pressed her hand to her lips blowing me a kiss. She mouthed a silent “Thank you” and walked away. The next Day she had sent a breathtaking flower arrangement, and she’d called me. Just hearing her voice on the phone had me wet.

Corrin was still kneeling before me and it was hard not to superimpose Katherine’s feature onto her face.

As Corrin had gotten older she had begun to look more like her mother. If I didn’t know better I’d say with a yellow suit and a slightly different hairstyle she’d look exactly as Katherine had the day she caught us. It was more than a little unsettling

I pushed Corrin away, and stood. Finally my mind was back from its coffee break. A lot of things didn’t add up and I wanted answers. Sure I was horny as hell but I needed to know a few things.

“Why are you here Karo… Corrin?”

“Closure”

“Elaborate”

I actually took a step back as she whirled around to face me. I remembered she used to have a helluva left hook. “Like mother like daughter” I thought. She advanced and I backed up again.

“You never even wrote me. You said you loved me but you never came for me”

She sounded like a little girl, and there was a tremor in her voice. I had never seen Corrin cry, not even when her parents came to take her away. But her eyes were glistening and her voice was trembling.

I was shocked and for the second time within 20 minutes I was speechless.

When I regained myself I told her

“Honey I tried, for years and years I tried.”

I took a step closer to her.

“I sent letters and emails and tried to call you but nothing. I even went to your parents.” I was close enough to touch her now but I didn’t, I opened my arms for her to step into them. She looked for a moment before stepping into the circle of my arms.

“They changed your name and everything. How could I find you?”

She didn’t say anything, from the way she was trembling in my arms I knew she was crying and doing all she could to suppress a sob. I rubbed gentle circles on her back, as if she were a fussy child.

“Why didn’t you call me? I didn’t change my name.”

She broke then, sobbing into my shoulder. I held her tight and let her cry. When she was coherent she answered my question.

“I couldn’t. I hated you, I thought you left me with them. That you’d lied. My parents agreed if you loved me enough and came after me I could go with you. They didn’t want me besmirching the family name at the school, couldn’t have it getting out that their daughter was a lezzy could they.”

I looked at her wanting to cry my damn self at all those years of hurt and anger.

“I swear to you that I loved you.” I walked over to the desk and unlocked the bottom drawer it was filled with letters and cards. All addressed to her all returned unopened.

“Look” I pointed “I sent these to your house. I knew your parents traveled a lot so I figured you’d get at least some of them.”

She knelt on the ground pulling out all the letters and cards. There was a card for each birthday, Christmas and Valentines Day for the past 12 years. The letters were more numerous, at first I’d written almost every day but over the years I’d written them less and less. She looked up at me, tears in her eyes again. They spilled over her cheeks, she didn’t move to wipe them she just looked at me crying. I knew that I’d never seen her so vulnerable, even with her almost insatiable need of sex in those days we had never gotten this intimate. I kneeled on the floor next to her I was crying too; we probably made a helluva a picture. The two of us sitting among letters in business suits crying.

The clock on the wall told me our hour-long appointment was due to be over in 15 minutes. We hadn’t even discussed business. “Well Miss St James I guess we need to reschedule this meeting.”

“Whatever for”

“We haven’t discussed anything relevant to the new ad campaign”

“You know buzz around here is that if you make this deal you’ll get partner.”

“And how would you know that?” I was really interested in how she knew.

“You went to school with me for eight years, you know I always do my homework.”

I smiled she was nothing if not studious, hell some of the time she’d done my homework.

“Anyway I’d planned to come in here today to tease you a little and jerk you around. Then tell you sorry; no go on the deal. You wouldn’t make partner and the higher ups would remember this for ages. I’m worth millions you know”

“Well what a conniving little bitch you turned out to be” I feigned anger and she laughed. I couldn’t really blame her could I? Meanwhile I was a little apprehensive about the real possibility of losing this deal. She looked at me intently for a while.

“Aren’t you going to ask what I’m going to do now?”

“Are you going to tell me”?

“You got the deal”

“Because I used to rock your world?” I asked, relief clouding my senses

“Used to?” She moved closer to me and took my hand. She worked my hand under her skirt; the crotch of her panties was soaked. “Baby you still rock my world.”

She moaned deep in her throat as I pushed her panties aside and began to fuck her pussy with three fingers. She rode my hand with abandon and began to unbutton her suit jacket. Once the jacket was open she slid her hands under the lacy fabric of her bra and began pulling and tugging her nipples. She had always been vocal but now she was practically screaming. I reached over near the desk and picked up the small piece of fabric that lay there. It was my underwear that she’d torn off. I smiled and pushed them on her lips, never breaking the slow steady rhythm of my fingers. She opened her mouth for the makeshift gag as I pushed the panties in. With that done I leaned forward and began licking and sucking her already hard nipples as she ground her pussy on my hand. I could feel her muscles tightening around my fingers as I lightly ran my teeth over her breasts. I took the thumb nail of my free hand and ran it over her clit,

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The past six months had been dizzying. Maggie knew something was wrong in their marriage; still she was taken aback when Tim asked for a divorce because he was “in love with another man.”

“In love with another man?” Maggie had yelled at him in disbelief. But even before the words were completely out of her mouth she began to think, “This explains a lot, especially his lack of interest in the bedroom.”

“I’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt you, but for a long time I had these feelings that I liked men more than but women, but I tried to suppress them because I was worried about how my family would react. I just…I just couldn’t suppress them anymore and then I met Paul…and…and…I don’t know what else to say, but I’m so, so sorry.”

“Wow! I don’t know what to say either. I guess I should have seen this coming, but…wow…so you’re in love with this Paul?”

“I am, he’s just wonderful. I hope we can all be friends someday, I think you’d really like him, but I understand if you don’t want to.”

“I don’t know, maybe sometime. But right now we need to go to a divorce attorney and get this all taken care of. Six years of marriage down the drain, just like that.”

The divorce was quick and easy, they didn’t have much and Tim was gracious in his proposal for diving up what they did have. While things were being processed Maggie made another decision. She and Tim moved from Maryland to Oklahoma for Tim’s career. Maggie had found a job there as a receptionist at a medical clinic, hoping that they would consider her when clinical positions opened up and she could utilize her degree, Three times in the past eighteen months a position had been posted and Maggie applied, but each time she was passed over. Now it was time to move on and so she began searching the internet for positions her degree would qualify her for. Over a two month period of time she applied for exactly 138 jobs in 23 different states.

Maggie was just about ready to give up when a small clinic in Southern California called and asked if she would be willing to interview over the phone. The job would require her to help out in a variety of ways, including helping at the reception desk, but she would also get to work with patients and maybe even some lab work. She agreed and two phone interviews later they offered her a job. The salary wasn’t great, but she figured she could get by and Tim and her mother were both willing and able to help financially if needed.

Maggie was going to be thirty on her next birthday and decided if she didn’t take a bold step now she never would, so she accepted the offer. She spent three months preparing to move to a town she had never been to, rented an apartment over the phone and headed west.

She got to her apartment rather late in the day, so she went to a nearby motel for the night. The next day she awoke early went to a furniture rental place and made arrangement to rent the basics until she could buy her own, they were unable to deliver till the next day and so she was planning to spend another night at the motel, but went to the apartment just to look around and see if there was anything else she might want to get before moving in.

Maggie went inside, but left the door open as she was only planning on being there a few minutes. She was still having difficulty believing that she had done this, felling a strange mix of anxiety and excitement about her future. She was reflecting on this and everything that had happened when she was startled by a knock on her door. Maggie turned and saw an older man standing at the door.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Oh, it’s ok,” Maggie replied, “I’m going to be moving in here and I was just looking around.”

“Well, in that case welcome, my name is Michael and I live in the apartment above you. Where are you moving from, if I’m not being too nosey?”

“No, not at all, I’m moving in from Oklahoma. I start working at the clinic over on 3rd St next week.”

“That’s wonderful, are you planning on staying here for a while? I only ask because the last three tenants were only here on temporary assignments and never had any interest in getting to know their neighbors.”

“No, I plan on staying for awhile.” Maggie looked at Michael a little closer. He was a rather handsome man, Maggie guessed him to be in his late fifties or early sixties and she found her thoughts to be kind of odd, having never considered an older man to be attractive before,

“Well, if there’s anything I can do for you, please let me know.” Michael felt Maggie was looking at him strangely, but had no idea what to make of that and thought it might be good to back off.

“There’s one thing, do you have internet?

“I do, you can probably get it here, and the password is Emily09

“Oh, who’s Emily?” As soon as Maggie asked the question she both regretted it and wondered why she had asked it.

“Emily is my dear departed wife, she passed away in 2009

“Oh, I’m sorry and I’m sorry mecidiyeköy eskort I just blurted out that question, I shouldn’t have.”

“It’s okay, it’s hard for people to understand, but I like talking about her, we were married for almost forty years and it was a special time. Then she got sick and it was rough seeing her suffer the way she did. When she passed there was some relief that it was over and while I miss her a lot, I can relive the good memories now and feel lucky to have had her as long as I did.”

Maggie felt a tear rolling down her check, “that is so sweet, that’s all I wanted, but it didn’t work out. I would love to hear more about her sometime.”

“Well, there’s this new Italian Restaurant in town, everyone says it’s great and I want to try it, but I hate the thought of going there alone, if you don’t have plans, would you be interested in joining me for dinner tonight?”

Maggie hesitated, but then decided it was worth taking a chance and agreed. Michael told her he would pick her up at six and they could head over to the restaurant.

Dinner was wonderful, Maggie thought that Michael was a such gentleman and he answered all her questions: he would celebrate his sixtieth birthday next month, he was lawyer by trade, but didn’t work much anymore having turned the business over to his son and now mostly advising or taking on a case or two when things get really busy, his wife died from a rare form of pancreatic cancer and he had tried dating twice since her death, both times with disastrous results.

Michael asked a lot of questions as well and seemed very sympathetic to her situation, yet somehow understanding of Tim’s behavior. He was very encouraging toward her career goals and asked her about her personal life and future hopes and dreams. Maggie felt like someone really cared about her for the first time in a long time.

They drove back to the apartment complex and Michael parked the car and asked Maggie where she was planning on staying that evening. She told him she had been planning on staying at the motel where she stayed the night before. Michael offered his spare bedroom and Maggie thinking she had one glass of wine too many accepted.

Michael made some decaf coffee as Maggie gathered a few things for overnight. Then they continued their conversation till the early hours of the morning. Finally Maggie excused herself and went to bed. She woke up in the middle of the night and her panties were all wet,

“What was I dreaming about?” Then she remembered, she had climbed into Michael’s bed and he embraced her and began giving her long wet kisses. Then he fondled her breasts and was positioning himself to perform oral sex on her when she woke up. Maggie’s friends had told her about how great it was when their men performed oral sex, but that wasn’t Tim’s thing, nothing in the bedroom really was Tim’s thing. That made a lot more sense now.

Maggie rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, but she was throbbing between her legs. Maggie slipped her panties off and lay on her back and reached between her legs and started rubbing her clitoris. As a teen she masturbated often, but hadn’t done so for years. She closed her eyes and envisioned Michael between her legs rubbing his tongue against her clit. She reached lower and stuck her finger inside her wet hole, then reached down with her other hand and continued rubbing her clit.

Maggie started moaning and was increasing the pressure and speed of her hands. Now she envisioned Michael pulling himself up and inserting a large and hard penis inside her. She was moaning a little loudly when she was startled by something outside her room. Michael was getting a drink of water. She would be so embarrassed if he heard her. She slipped her panties back on and tried to go to sleep. It took a while, but she finally dozed off.

She awoke a little after eight the next morning. She found a clean panty to put on and a pajama top, brushed her hair and went to the kitchen. Michael was sitting with a cup of coffee and a newspaper.

“There’s coffee in the pot, just make yourself at home.” Michael said without really looking up from his paper. “I’ll make some French toast in a bit, I’d love for you to stay and join me.”

“Thanks, that would be nice.” Maggie wondered if Michael noticed she was walking around with no pants on. She poured a cup of coffee and sat down at the table.

Michael finished reading the article he was working on and neatly folded the paper and took a sip of his coffee. “I hope you slept well.”

“I did, thank you again for the invite. I really didn’t think I should drive after all that wine you kept pouring in my glass.”

Michael laughed, “Sorry, I didn’t know I was getting you drunk.”

“I was beginning to wonder if you were trying to take advantage of me.” As soon as the words came out of Maggie’s mouth she regretted saying them, fearing he would take it the wrong way.

“I swear I would never do anything like that.”

Maggie taksim eskort hesitated; then decided to push things a bit. “I know, men just don’t find me attractive anymore.”

Michael quickly responded, “That’s not true, I find you to be very attractive. I find your brown eyes and blond hair to be very unique and I can tell that you keep yourself in excellent physical condition, you have a beautiful body. If I can be so bold as to say, I find you to be a very sexy woman.”

“Thank you; coming from such a handsome man, I consider that to be a great compliment. I have to say, the way my life has been the past couple of years, I felt our time together last night was wonderful, you made me feel special in a way I haven’t felt for a while. So thank you for that as well.”

“You’re quite welcome; you should feel special because you are a wonderful person…a beautiful woman and a wonderful person. And I have thoroughly enjoyed every minute of our time together and so I thank you as well.”

Maggie just reached over and took Michael’s hand and smiled.

Michael continued, “last night you asked me a question about what I missed the most and I said there were too many things to name just one. Well, here’s one that’s near the top of the list. After our son went off to college and I had enough associates at the office, Emily and I would sit and enjoy a cup coffee together every morning, sometimes we’d talk, but sometimes we just sit quietly, it was almost like she always knew what I needed. Some mornings she would make a big breakfast, but a lot of morning we’d have cinnamon toast, she loved cinnamon toast.”

Michael stopped for a moment, looked deep into Maggie’s eyes and then said, “Then there were the special mornings.”

“What were the special mornings?” Maggie inquired.

“I’ll probably blush, but we’re both adults. Emily usually wore flannel pajamas, even in the middle of summer. But every once in a while, she would emerge from the bedroom wearing some sexy nightgown that she had just bought because she knew I loved seeing her in lingerie. Most of her outfits were worn only once, it was a good thing I was making a good salary, but she would saunter around and not speak a word, get her coffee and then go and put one of those CD’s on and then she’d lead me to the bedroom and we would make love.”

Michael paused, “I would of course be late for work, once I forgot I had an appearance in court and was very late for it, fortunately for me the judge was an old friend of mine and when I explained what happened, he laughed and excused me with a simple dressing down in court.”

After another pause, “I think those are the things I miss the most.”

Maggie and Michael sat quietly for a few moments, then she got up and walked over to the stereo, picked out a CD and inserted it. Maggie walked back to the table and took Michael by the hand and he stood up. She put her arms around his neck and stared into his face. Michael hesitated for a moment and then pulled her close to him, just holding her tight for what seemed like an eternity, but Maggie didn’t mind, this was the type of affection from a man she had longed for, but never received.

Michael finally leaned forward and placed his lips on Maggie’s, Maggie quickly slipped her tongue inside Michael’s mouth and he willingly accepted. Michael released his tight grip and began slowing unbuttoning Maggie’s top. Maggie’s breasts were on the small side, but very firm and her nipples were now very hard. Michael reached inside and started to massage her breasts and Maggie closed her eyes and let out a light moan, partly because it felt good and partly to encourage Michael to continue.

Michael pulled his shirt off, Maggie could tell by looking that he took care of himself physically. Next, he remover her top from her shoulders and once again pulled her close to him. Now skin against skin, Maggie began to feel an excitement well up in her body that had been so long absent she had forgotten how exhilarating it was.

“I hope you don’t mind if we just use the guest room.” Michael whispered in her ear. Maggie wouldn’t have minded if they used the kitchen table and responded that that was fine.

Michael had Maggie lay on her stomach and he began to massage the back of her neck and then rubbed her back for a while. Maggie relaxed and thought about how this man knew how to treat a woman. Michael continued his gentle massage down the back of Maggie’s legs. After a few minutes of bliss, Michael started working on Maggie’s inner thighs; she had never had a man do this before and was surprised how erotic an inner thigh rub was.

Maggie began to feel very moist between her legs and lifted her butt up slightly and reached back and started taking her panty off. Michael completed the task for her. Maggie spread her legs a little wider and elevated her bottom slightly, giving Michael full access to her hot pussy.

Surprisingly Michael didn’t go right for it, instead massaging her firm buttocks. While this şişli eskort felt good to Maggie, she was beginning to want the attention focused between her legs and so she spread her legs a little wider and lifted her butt a little higher. Michael continued massaging her butt for a few moments, but then returned to her inner thighs. His hand brushed against her now burning hot box and she left out a moan. Maggie thought to herself that she had never realized a woman could want to be fucked so badly.

Michael began to more occasionally brush against her pussy, each time generating a moan from Maggie. Finally Michael’s hand parted Maggie’s feminine lips and found her clitoris for just a second. Maggie screeched with pleasure and lifted her butt even higher, almost begging for more. Michael waited a few seconds before returning, but it felt like hours to Maggie, but this time he stayed and continued to rub her clitoris.

“Yes…yes…yes!” Maggie began to moan, not wanting to shout, but unable to contain her pleasure.

Michael took his other hand and began to massage rim Maggie’s anus. She had never had anyone do this to her before either and at first it seemed weird, however she soon started to feel an intense pleasure from it as well. Michael began to apply pressure and soon was inserting the tip of his finger in her ass. Maggie was surprised at how good this felt and soon her body began to tense up. When Michael sensed this he began to press harder against her clitoris and rubbed it faster. Maggie felt her entire body tense up and then it seemed to explode in an orgasm like she had never experienced before.

As she did Michael drove his finger deeper and deeper into her anus which seemed to make her orgasm more powerful and last longer. Finally it was over and she began to quiver from the excitement of it. Michael slowly removed his finger from her butt and lightened his stroking of her pussy as she lowered her body and felt a warm afterglow. Michael returned to rubbing her back and her buttocks for a few moments, then leaned in for a kiss.

He then rolled her on her back and climbed on top. Maggie expected him to insert his penis inside her, but was surprised to realize he still had his pants on. Michael started kissing her with deep wet kisses and held her tight. Maggie was used to Tim’s lovemaking which always seemed more like “let’s get this over with.” Maggie wasn’t sure what was happening, but she liked the feeling of just being held.

After a few minutes Michael started working his way down her body and sucking on her breasts. Maggie began to feel the excitement in her body build again. Maggie’s friends would sometimes talk about men who made them orgasm multiple times, but she had never experienced it and even wondered if was even possible or they were just making things up. As Michael continued to slide himself down her body, rubbing and kissing her stomach and abdomen, the building excitement between her legs told her it definitely was possible.

Michael slid down to where his face was between her legs. He then pulled her legs apart and slid his hands under her thighs, lifting them up. Maggie rested her feet on his shoulders, which is what it seemed he wanted her to do. Michael then placed his face in her vagina and forced his tongue between her labia and began rimming her love hole. Michael continued this for a moment and the moved his tongue up and licked her clitoris. He repeated this action about ten times, each time pushing a little deeper insider her and placing more pressure in her clitoris. Maggie grabbed a pillow and bit it to keep herself from screaming.

Next Michael contained the area of focus for his tongue to her clitoris and reached around and began massaging her pubic area. It seemed to Maggie he was searching for something…then he found it and she needed to bite down even harder. Maggie started to feel her body tense up again and she started feeling like she was going to explode again.

Just as she thought she was ready to pop, she felt Michael stick his finger deep inside her, Michael increased the speed and pressure of his tongue and was thrusting his finger, or was it fingers inside her until she once again exploded. She thought it was impossible but the second orgasm was as powerful and as long as the first one.

“You are so fucking amazing, I can’t take anymore of this.”

“Ok, but I was hoping to do one more thing.”

“Oh, yes, yes, please fuck me! I want to feel your cock inside me.” Maggie surprised herself with her language. She never talked like that.

Michael stood up and removed his pants and shorts, and stood beside the head end of the bed. “We old guys sometimes need a little help.”

Maggie turned her head and saw Michael’s penis in a semi hard state. As a high school girl she often had given her boyfriend oral sex and while it had been a while she certainly remembered how. She sat up over the side of the bed and took Michael’s penis in hand and began licking the head and then the shaft, she then took into her mouth and stroked the shaft with her hand. She slowly pulled her lips back over the head and then pushed them back over Michael’s hardening cock, each time taking a little more in her mouth.

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The Luger felt cold and heavy in Anne-Marie’s small hand. She hated guns, violence, confrontation, and was by nature timid and reserved. Under normal circumstances she would be home now, or maybe out with Polly at the girl’s club, in the underground. I wish I was anywhere but here, she thought. Circumstances were far from normal, for this was Paris in 1943 and Anne-Marie had joined her countrymen in resisting the German invaders. She was not at all what one would assume a member of the Resistance should look like. At barely five feet tall and one hundred pounds she was had the trim figure of a dancer. Hazel eyes gazed out of a delicately featured face and were framed by a mass of black locks. Her slim hips, small chest, and youthful looks allowed her to pass herself off as a schoolgirl, even though she was almost twenty-four.

She saw the shadowy figures of Jean Claude and Pierre flit up the darkened street and gripped the gun tightly. She was the lookout tonight, standing in a darkened doorway she blended into the shadows. She would fire a warning shot and then escape down the street if she saw any Germans coming. The two men took up stations outside Madam Garnet’s whorehouse and waited as a silent rain began to fall.

The door opened and the music of a piano drifted softly down the street along with the musical sound of women laughing. A few moments later two men in black uniforms started down the stairs. The quiet of the Paris night was shattered by gunfire, as the two freedom fighters sprayed bullets at the men on the stairway. The two SS officers went down, but a horrible sound quickly followed. It was a tearing sound, like a fine dress being ripped in half, but infinitely more frightening. Both freedom fighters turned and fled, screaming for her to run as bullets whined down the darkened street. Anne-Marie knew that sound and cringed, it was a German machine gun.

Anne-Marie bolted, fleeing as fast as her lithe legs would carry her through the dark Paris night. She dodged down the darkened streets, quickly becoming lost in the maze of apartments. She could hear the boots of pursuing soldiers and a shouted order in German to halt. When she kept running a shot rang out, followed by more. Soon a hail of bullets whined and ricocheted after her. She prayed as she ran.

She heard an engine then, it may have been just a passing car but her fear made it sound like a tank and she dared not look back. A stairway beckoned and she ran up it, the door at the top was closing and she threw herself against it, forcing her way in, slamming the door and drawing the bolt.

“Quite an entrance child, what do you do for an encore?” a cultured voice behind her questioned.

Anne-Marie whirled and faced the speaker. She was a tall, statuesque woman in her late forties, with blonde hair, blue eyes and creamy skin. Her long legs were concealed by the maroon skirt she wore, revealing only her button up boots and her matronly bust strained against the fabric of a white silk blouse, this was clasped at the neck with a single star shaped pendant. She had a damp umbrella in her hand, and a very stylish broad brimmed hat. Anne-Marie recognized her at once, Countess Von Shoenstoffen, wife to the SS garrison commander.

Anne-Marie immediately produced the Luger and motioned for the women to be silent by placing her finger over her lips. If the gun, or the intrusion frightened the tall blonde in the least she didn’t show it. Feet pounded past on the street outside and orders were shouted in German, Anne-Marie held her breath, but no one knocked on the door.

“It seems you plan to stay a while, you might as well make yourself comfortable,” the blonde woman said. Her French was flawless, tainted only by a very slight German accent.

Anne-Marie looked at the woman in surprise. Their eyes locked and as they stared at each other she thought she saw emotion in the deep blue eyes. Sardonic humor, pity, compassion and something else, something more disturbing than the woman’s fearlessness, hunger. Something passed between them, something intangible but very real and Anne-Marie knew the rumors she had heard were true. She flushed deeply, but the gun in her hand never wavered.

When the silence stretched out to minutes the older woman spoke again, “Are we going to stand here in the foyer all night? The drawing room is much more comfortable, and intimate,”

Anne-Marie still couldn’t speak, those knowing blue eyes unnerved her. She had been so careful, so discreet, but in that one glance this strange woman knew her secret. She could hear the indistinct sounds of men in the streets, the soldiers had not given up, and she knew she was in grave danger, but she could not keep her eyes off the woman’s chest.

“At least tell me your name?” the Countess asked after another long silence. Anne-Marie’s eyes lifted from the woman’s large bosom to her face. Their eyes locked again and she felt herself shiver.

“Anne-Marie,” she whispered.

“That’s a lovely name. My name is Elkie. Now that we are more or less formally introduced escort şişli let’s go to the parlor, I am not accustomed to receiving guests in my hallway, and you are shivering,” she said in an imperious manner.

Ignoring the gun, she turned gracefully and walked through an opening off the hallway, depositing her umbrella in a beautiful guilt stand as she passed. Anne-Marie could do nothing to stop her, not even order her to stop, her mouth was to dry to speak.

Carefully, Anne-Marie walked down the hall and peeked into the room. The sitting room was beautifully appointed. It was decorated in antique furniture, mostly in the German mode, tastefully decked out in French laces and silks. Elkie was pouring two glasses of wine from a crystal decanter as if it were not out of the ordinary to have a woman with a gun burst into her home. She took a goblet in each hand and sat on the settee motioning for Anne-Marie to join her. Despite her fear Anne-Marie did as she was bidden, she felt strange, hot and tingly and when she recognized what she was feeling she blushed again. Once the Frenchwoman was seated at the far end of the settee and had a goblet of wine in her hand the German smiled. “This is much nicer than the hallway, wouldn’t you agree child?”

“Yes, it is,” Anne-Marie grudgingly admitted. She was still holding the gun, she was a member of the Resistance, she should have been in control of this situation, but she knew she wasn’t, and she felt Elkie knew it too.

They sipped their wine in silence. Elkie drank hers with obvious relish and her eyes roamed lustfully up and down Anne-Marie’s petite frame. Anne-Marie sipped hers mechanically, while her ears strained to catch any noise from out on the street. Elkie finished her wine and put the empty goblet on the table next to her. Her eyes returned to the smaller woman and she gave her that hungry stare and scooted closer. Anne-Marie’s eyes were glued to Elkie’s breasts now, they were so full, so large, they seemed ready to bust out of the tightly stretched silk top at any moment.

Why did she have to look like that? Anne-Marie thought. She had never been able to resist such women; large women with matronly figures and large busts were her downfall, ever since Malena. Especially when they took charge in that motherly sort of way, she had no resistance at all then. With her life threatened sex should have been the last thing on her mind, but the fear and the adrenalin of her earlier flight only seemed to add to the fire in her loins that this woman was provoking with those hungry glances.

“There, there, ma petite, it will be all right. Sleeping with the garrison commander infers certain privileges, one of which is privacy. You are perfectly safe here,” she said in a soothing tone. Her hand slipped past the gun and patted Anne-Marie’s knee. A jolt of pleasure shocked her system from this simple contact.

Elkie did not remove her hand but gently squeezed and Anne-Marie felt her will to resist drowning in her need. She had been celibate since the night Paris fell. Working with the resistance was a constant rush of adrenalin, always afraid, always tense. It left her wrung out most nights and the fear of informers was so prevalent she dared not frequent the few places she knew where she might meet other women. Her regular lover had fled to Nice and most of her friends had gone underground, leaving her with no outlet save hurried masturbation on those rare nights where she could find the energy and wasn’t out helping her countrymen hinder the invaders.

Anne-Marie felt Elkie’s other hand on the gun now, tugging it from her suddenly weak grip. She couldn’t resist. Oh why does she have to look like that? she thought.

Elkie placed the gun on the table next to her empty wine goblet then turned her full attention to Anne-Marie. She continued to gently squeeze her knee, there was nothing overtly sexual in the caress, but Anne’s thin dress did nothing to lessen the contact and her mind was quickly running away with her. She could feel the heat of the older woman’s hand and the fire it was producing between her legs was becoming impossible to ignore.

A sudden pounding on the door sent a frenzied panic through her. She tried to reach past the larger woman for her gun, but the big blonde snatched it up. Captured! Caught like a child because I can’t control my own body, she thought bitterly. Anne-Marie remembered the small capsule in her shoe. Death was far preferable to what the Germans would do to her.

Elkie held the gun on her and placed her finger over her lips. She then did something that stunned Anne-Marie. She tossed the gun into the Frenchwoman’s lap and went to the door. The frightened Frenchwoman grabbed up her pistol, but the front door was already opening and she was trapped in the parlor. Anne-Marie had grown up in the Alsace-Lorraine and so spoke German, not well, but well enough to understand the exchange going on at the door.

“I am sorry to disturb you Frauline, but there is a dangerous partisan on the loose, I am afraid we must kağıthane escort search your apartments,”

“Do you know who I am?” Elkie’s voice replied, cool, unruffled, totally without fear or respect.

“Yes, Frau Shoenstoffen, I am aware of your identity,”

“Then you know that there is no possibility a partisan has taken refuge in my home, there is no one here save myself and my maid,”

“That may be, but it is still my duty to search,” the officer replied stubbornly.

“Very well Herr Oberst, but do not think my husband will not hear of this indignity. I shudder to think what he will do when he learns that you and your men barged into his home, traipsing mud on the floors and treating me like a common criminal. I can assure you that Herr Ribbentrop will also hear of it. I hope you have packed warmly, I hear it is very cold on the Eastern Front,”

“I am most sorry Frau Shoenstoffen, I lost two men to these animals and my emotions have mastered my reason, there is of course no reason to search your home, and I beg your pardon,”

“It is understandable Herr Oberst, good hunting,”

His reply was cut off by the door firmly closing. Elkie breezed back into the parlor as if nothing had happened. She poured herself more wine and returned to the settee, seemingly as unconcerned as she would have if the man at the door had been a delivery boy with the wrong address.

“Why did you do that?” Anne-Marie asked, her voice sounded small and disbelieving in her own ears.

When Elkie replied the words were halting, hesitant, as if she were articulating deeply held beliefs for the first time and struggling for the right words. “I was born to privilege, even the depression and disintegration of the Weimar government did not impose any hardship upon me. Like many Germans, I was thrilled when we tossed off the shackles of Versailles and began to rebuild. I saw it as right, and proper when we reclaimed our lost territories. The Rhineland, the Sarr, even the Sudetenland, but I became worried when we annexed Austria. The invasion of Poland opened my eyes to the growing evil in my beloved Fatherland. This was never a German territory, and we had no right. I saw the depredations we visited on the poor Poles firsthand, and my heart went out to them,”

“But you are married to an SS commander,”

“My marriage to Herman is strictly a matter of convenience. We have never shared a bed and I find his touch to be loathsome. Oh, he has preached to me many times about my duty as a German woman to have babies for the Fuehrer and all of that other rubbish. He has tried every argument, but in the end he is too attached to the title Baron Von Shoenstoffen to push me too far. For my part I get the freedom to continue to pursue and take to my bed any woman I choose, without fear of the Gestapo arresting me for immorality. I also have the freedom to travel, and have used my own family’s connections to aide friends. Contrary to what the English broadcasts tell you, we are not all blood thirsty, slavering Huns,”

“Why did you help me?”

“You are quite attractive, it isn’t the only reason, but it was certainly one of the factors in your favor. I had only just returned from a fruitless night of searching for a new lover when you burst in. You looked scared and lost and I instantly felt pity for you. I also saw that there was determination in your face, and you held your pistol steady, I admired you for your courage. I would probably have aided you if you had been old and ugly, or even a man, but it was a particularly easy decision given the circumstances,”

Anne-Marie did not know what to say, the situation was so surreal to her. A hammering on the door of the next apartment startled her and she jumped to her feet, her gaze darting fearfully around the room.

“Relax child, you are perfectly safe here. No soldier would dare knock on this door after my little talk with his commander. As long as you are here, you are as safe as you would be in your mother’s arms,”

“Nowhere is safe,”

“Poor thing, how long have you been running?”

“Since the beginning,”

The lights went out suddenly, and the echoing report of the guns began. Sirens wailed and a massive explosion sounded somewhere near. Anne-Marie jumped, she could not stand loud noises, not since the day a bomb destroyed her home and killed her family in Metz. Of that day she remembered only the noise clearly, everything else was fire and pain.

She found later that she had been dragged from the rubble in a catatonic state. She had returned to Paris in one of the long refugee trains, oblivious to the world around her. She might have languished in one of the overcrowded city hospitals if Polly had not recognized her. The aspiring nurse was one of her cousin’s best friends and they had been intimate on several occasions. Polly had taken her to her small home and nursed her back to health. They had had only a few weeks together before she had fled to Algeria. Polly’s mother was a Jew, and that meant relocation if she were caught after escort ataköy the roundups began.

A second explosion rocked the room and Anne-Marie screamed. She felt a pair of incredibly strong, yet infinitely gentle arms warp around her. She found herself cradled tightly to the big woman’s large soft breasts and she could feel them beneath her cheek as she struggled.

“Shhhh, it’s just an air raid child, those bombs are hitting the marshalling yard, far from here,”

Another explosion sounded and Anne-Marie whimpered like an injured animal. She was loosing her mind and could feel the overwhelming fear and dread crushing her. It was becoming hard to breathe and she gasped for air. Air raids terrified her, but on top of tonight’s fear, it was simply too much for the young woman to bear.

“Child? Anne-Marie? Are you all right?”

The words seemed to come from far away, she could feel herself beginning to shiver and twitch uncontrollably. She was vaguely aware of Elkie moving, but she had no real idea of what the older woman was doing. She was lost in a swirling cyclone of fear and it was quickly drawing her under, back to that place of nothingness. She had only barely escaped the first time, and then only with Polly’s help, she knew instinctively if she ever returned it would be for good. Her mind groped for something, anything to tie her to reality.

She felt something soft press against her cheek. Her reeling mind tried to draw in that one sensation and examine it. By now it was pressed against her lips, they parted of their own accord. It was hard, but surrounded by soft warm flesh. A nipple? she thought. She felt a warm, soft hand stroke her cheek and without thought she began to pull at the nipple. Another crashing explosion sent her conscious mind to the dark safety of the void. Like a small child, she clung to the soft breast and suckled. She was content and happy, oblivious to the falling bombs and crashing guns.

Her mind returned to her slowly. The lights were back on, and the sirens had ceased to wail. The night was quiet, no longer filed with the booming of guns and falling of bombs. She was in a very beautiful room. She became aware of the nipple in her mouth. It was hard, and slick with her saliva. She jerked her head away and sat up, blushing furiously. Elkie smiled at her and began to tuck her breast back into her blouse.

“I am so sorry, I cannot take the bombs,” Anne-Marie stammered.

“Don’t be embarrassed, you are not the first to find comfort at my breast, are you all right?” Elkie asked, pausing with her fingers on the button to her blouse.

“Yes… I… Thank you,”

Elkie chuckled. “It was my pleasure I assure you,”

Anne-Marie blushed again. She wanted to say something, but her gaze was drawn to the pale expanse of the German woman’s upper chest. The gentle swell of her breasts seemed wondrous and enthralling.

She tore here eyes away from the generous cleavage and found her eyes locked with the blonde woman’s. Elkie smiled, and slowly undid the few remaining buttons. Here eyes never left Anne-Marie’s as she tugged the shirttails out of her skirt, both of her breasts spilled out , free of the restraining silk at last.

She then extended her hand to Anne-Marie. In a trance the petite girl extended her own hand. Elkie tugged her back down into her lap. The bigger woman took her left breast in her hand and gently guided it to them smaller woman’s lips. Anne-Marie could feel the turgid nipple slide along her lips. She knew she shouldn’t allow this to happen. This woman was the enemy, but she had been so kind and gentle.

“Come ma petite, this one feels neglected,” Elkie cooed.

That gentle coaxing was all it took, Anne-Marie’ s lips parted and she sucked the nipple and part of the large aureole into her mouth. She heard the older woman’s contented sigh, as her tongue rolled over the fat nipple. For a while she suckled like a child, but her rising excitement led to more aggressive licking and tonguing. The contented sigh gave way to a quiet moan of pleasure.

Elkie’s hand slipped from Anne-Marie’s cheek, down over her chest and eventually rested on her flat belly. The big woman’s hand began to clench and relax and it was only when she felt the cool air on her thighs that Anne-Marie realized the hem of her dress was being pulled up. Soon the simple dress was bunched at her waist and only the thin cotton of her knickers kept the cool night air from her flesh. She was excited now, and when Elkie’s hand brushed her mound she moaned into the big breast.

Elkie, gently pulled her breast out of Anne-Marie’s mouth. It made a popping sound, as it came away from her still pursed lips.

“You are driving me to distraction ma petite. I want you, but not here. The bedroom is more appropriate for such adventures,”

She stood and pulled Anne-Marie to her feet. Elkie made no move to cover her breasts and Anne-Marie could see the white taffeta chemise that had covered them. This was pulled down underneath the heavy mummeries, staining to hold their weight. The older woman seemed unconcerned that the garment might be ruined. Anne-Marie wished she could afford such luxuries, her cotton chemise was so plain. Elkie took her hand and led her up the polished wood stairs.

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I can’t remember who told me, or if I even got it from some movie, but life is a balance. You have your moments of joy, and your moments of sadness.You have moments of pain, and moments of bliss. You can go up, but you also go down. All of this is done to meet this balance. I know it sounds deep, but I am by no means a deep person. I mention these things because I can remember a distinct time in my life where life itself threw a curveball, and sent me on a wild ride.

It was a few years ago, 2004 to be exact. I had just turned twenty-one years old. More importantly, I had finally found the one guy that could make me happy. The one guy that I could imagine marrying and having kids with. Amazingly, for once in my life I was totally sure. This is no simple feat in my life.

One day we were watching a movie in my apartment. We were snuggled really close, and making out off and on. We took turns teasing each other. He’d brush his hand against my breast acting like he was bringing it to my cheek. I would brush mine against his crotch putting my arms around him. It was a game to us, and I love games. We were both equally good at it.

“Jonathan,” I said seductively in a purr as he playfully grazed my butt, ” I love you.”

He smiled at me. “You give yet Meiling?” he asked as he slid his hand between my legs from behind to press against my slightly moist sex.

I let out a soft moan in his ear and smiled conceding the victory to him. I knew that I had gotten him just as worked up as he had gotten me.

He hoisted me up in his arms, craddling me with my arms around his neck. He carried me to the bedroom and laid me down softly on top of the bed. Then we started to really make out. His hands felt so good all over my body. He roamed them up the side of my tummy and cupped my breast. All I could do was purr and close my eyes as we kissed.

After awhile he reached over opening the nightstand for a condom. Only I was out, and I silently cursed myself for not picking up some more. If there was anything annoying or a fault with Jonathan, it was that he was a stickler for safe sex. I know we both don’t want children yet, but that’s why I’m on the pill. I guess that knowledge wasn’t enough for him though.

“Hey Mei,” he said, and I knew what was coming. “We’re out of condoms.”

“I’m sorry. I think we can do without them this one time though,” I begged and pleaded with my eyes.

He sighed and shook his head as he got up. “I’m sorry. You know how I feel. I’ll go pick some up at the store at the corner, ok? I’ll be back in five minutes.”

I sighed myself knowing that he was going to go get some more, no matter how much I pleaded with him. “Alright, you’d better only be five minutes,” I replied trying to sound threatening.

He just smiled at me as he took his keys and left. I waited the five minutes. I heard some popping noises outside, but thought nothing of it. I went to the living room and turned on the television. Nothing mecidiyeköy escort was on, or at least nothing was worth watching without him. It must have kept me entertained though because forty-five minutes later I got a call.

“Hello,” I said as I picked up the phone.

“Yes, is Meiling there?” a female voice asked with a serious edge in her tone.

“This is her,” I replied getting a chill down my spine. This was a professional, not a salesman, but something sounded professional about this call.

“This is Officer Silva with the police department. You’re boyfriend was taken to the hospital about thirty minutes ago,” she reported. I dropped the phone gasping at the instant. I realized my error though and quickly grabbed the phone again trying to keep calm.

“Hello?” she asked.

“Yeah, sorry. Just got overwhelmed,” I honestly told her.

“That’s understandable. He’s over at St. Vincent Medical Center, and it’s pretty bad. He’s in surgery now though,” she finished reporting.

“Thank you. I will go there now,” I said as I hung up the phone. I saw Jonathan’s phone on the coffee table and picked it up texting all of his contacts on it without a second thought. Then I left for the hospital.

I wasn’t the first one to get there. At least ten other people were there waiting all like me. They were most of his friends, and I recognized them all. Immediately they surrounded me offering words of comfort and encouragement.

I walked up to the nurses station to get the latest news. It didn’t sound good, but he was still alive and in surgery. I paced the waiting room nervously. Most of them were worried, and I knew a lot of them were watching me.

Three of them though walked up to me. Josh, Sam, and Thomas all gave me hugs, and I could tell getting their feels in. Amazingly, that last fact didn’t bother me. It even helped to calm me down. The stress was high for me right now. Time passed by with all of us talking.

I don’t know if it was because I was worried or what, but I let some of the not so good details of my past slip out. Things about the parties I went to when I was fifteen until I met Jonathan, my drug use during this period, and things like that. I’m not sure why I did it, but the three of them nodded to my stories of my earlier self and even seemed to approve.

I looked up to the clock. It was already three hours into the surgery. I was getting nervous, and the stress was building up to full pressure inside of me. I felt a hand sliding in and out of my purse. I turned to see Sam nodding down toward my purse. I looked into it nervously, and I saw a most welcome sight at that time. A small bag of coke and a syringe full of meth. Just because it was a welcome sight didn’t mean I wanted it. It was an unnecessary temptation. That devil.

I got up straightening my skirt and went to the women’s restroom. I looked around cautiously under all the stalls. Yes, I was so nervous. It had been at least ten months since I promised I would never touch drugs again.

After seeing nobody was in here, I got into one of the stalls and set up a small line of coke. I looked down at it cutting in half thinking it was too long. I only needed a little bit to take the edge off the stress. Once that half of the line went up my nose, I could immediately feel the effects. I felt calmer, and a little bit more peaceful. “Thank you, Sam,” I said to myself as I went ahead and snorted up the other half of the line.

I sat there just enjoying the feeling for a little bit. I could feel myself getting a little moist between the legs. I looked down at my stockinged legs and skirt and smiled. If Sam played his cards right, he just might get the perfect thank you for such a gift.

I got up, too quickly at first I realized as I stumbled a little forward. After getting my balance back and the initial effects of the cocaine passed through my system, I walked back still smiling a little bit. I sat between Sam and Thomas, hiking my skirt up so I could cross my legs and show off my mid-thigh down on my black nylons.

My smile got a little bigger as it had the desired effect on them. I acted like I wasn’t paying attention, but I knew their eyes were all up and down my left leg right then. I couldn’t tell if it was that, or the cocaine that made my pussy get a little wetter, but I enjoyed the sensation either way.

Finally, after another şişli escort couple of hours (and a couple more lines and shooting up the meth), we got some news. Not too soon, because I realized the meth shot was a mistake when my legs felt soaked and I felt hot. It turns out Jonathan is going to need time to recover. They didn’t speculate on whether he’d live or not, and at that point in time I didn’t care. (Looking back though, that was wrong.)

I walked out of the hospital with Sam, Josh, and Thomas quickly behind me. Probably staring at my butt, or I imagined so as I wiggled it a little bit for them. “Hey,” they called after me, “You going to be ok?”

I shrugged noncomittally. “I could use some company tonight. It did happen just down the street from me,” I suggested trying to lead them to think it was more for protection. I had other plans in mind though. (Again looking back on it now, wrong, but I was so posessed by my other self at this point.)

They all quickly agreed and we just took my car. Amazingly, after all the years of driving high, I had plenty of practice driving straight home without incident. Josh got a bonus as he was in the front seat, and he felt my thigh, shifting my own gears as I drove.

We got to my apartment, and I opened the door for them. We sat around the living room just talking for a little bit. I got bored before they did, probably from the effects of the drugs. I also had an abundance of energy. “Want to play a game?” I asked all of them just out of the blue.

I hoped they wouldn’t catch on, and it didn’t seem like they did. “Sure,” they replied.

I looked through my selection of games. At one point in time or another, I had turned all these games into something sexual. Monopoly, Battleship, Connect Four, Twister, but my attention went to a deck of cards that I never opened. The deck itself was a normal deck of 52 cards, but what made this special was the fact that I was posed nude on the card backs.

“How about strip poker?” I asked innocently. I didn’t get any protests as I dealt out the first hand. If I really wanted to I could kick their butts. I just smiled as they looked at the backs of the cards and imagined what they could be seeing in the very near future.

I was so wet, I didn’t care. I lost every hand I could, unless they totally sucked. The first thing to go was my red halter top that showed my breasts perfectly. Then my black skirt that showed off my shapely legs and butt. Then my heels, and after my heels went my smile broadened as I sat with my legs open for them all to see.

After losing the next hand, my black nylons came off. Followed quickly by my bra, and finally my thong. I didn’t feel any shame as I sat there, legs spread for all to see my cleanly shaved pussy. In fact I felt liberated.

“Looks like you lose,” one of them stuttered. I knew I had them. I could see the bulges in all of their pants.

I slowly reached down spreading my lower lips for them. The expressions on all their faces told me that they were mine. Without another word, I slowly stalked off to my bedroom. Using every step to entice them further, and showing them my long legs and perfectly rounded butt. They knew what I wanted. Whatever confusion, questions, or whatever thoughts they had quickly vanished when I bent over my bed showing myself off to all of them slowly crawling into it.

They stumbled out of their clothes as they ran to my room. Sam stepped back saying that he wanted to save the best for last. After seeing his naked dick compared to the other two, I couldn’t deny his logic. It was clear that I directed this, I was the queen bee that every male in this room wanted to mate with.

Since Josh had a little fun in the car with my legs, I motioned for Thomas to be the first to taste me. Josh came over standing beside my head and I slowly stroked his cock and teased the head with my tongue as Thomas started on his duties. Thomas was so gentle. He massaged my clit with his tongue, and I reciprocated the pleasure onto Josh’s cock by taking it into my mouth and sucking on it. The more pleasure I received from Thomas, the harder I would suck on Josh’s cock. It didn’t take long for Josh’s eyes to roll back into his head as he exploded inside my mouth as I moaned down his cock.

I teased them all by letting a little bit of his cum escape my lips. I played with it in my mouth a little bit and even taksim escort showed it to Josh. He tasted pretty good, and I swallowed his entire load just as a waving sensation came over me as I came on Thomas’s tongue. Nobody missed it either. Josh and Thomas then switched positions. I was able to go longer this time around, but Thomas wasn’t as prepared as he came in my mouth and I swallowed him up too.

I can only imagine the smile on my face as I felt like I was flying. Especially after Josh brought me to orgasm one more time. The first arguement broke out between Josh and Thomas. They were pretty hard, and I was really hot. I could tell they both only had one more shot left, and I wanted them out of the way so I can thank Sam properly.

“Why don’t you both just cum inside me at the same time?” I said not really thinking. They looked at me confused. “I do have two holes down there,” I reminded them turning and spreading my ass so they could see both my asshole and my pussy. That quickly ended the arguement and brought a smile to my face as they both agreed that Josh would get my pussy and Thomas would get my ass.

Never in my twenty one years have I thought of this. I can’t say that I was too disappointed though as Josh layed down on the bed beside me. I straddled him and guided his cock inside my sweet pussy. I leaned over so that Thomas could squeeze his cock in my ass. It felt so good having the both of them inside me at the same time. They worked magnificently together. They managed to organize themselves into a pattern where one would pull out and the other would push in. I was screaming and moaning and flying on the sheer waves of pleasure ripping throughout my whole body. I gave them all my passion, and all my horniness. I felt the shocks of orgasm strike me several times before they both filled me up with their seamen. My ass never felt so good, and my pussy was finally satisfied for the night….well almost as I looked over to Sam.

After they both pulled out of me, I sat back on the bed smiling at Sam. The other two were on the floor trying to catch their breath and recover. I knew already that they didn’t know what they were getting into, and would soon fall into a pleasurable satisfied sleep.

Sam walked over to me and I smiled at the possibilities. I reached out and took his cock in my hand stroking it and smiling at him. Slowly, I teased his cock with my tongue and started sucking him. I was slow, but very sensual. I wanted to just get him ready to cum, and my moans down his shaft did the job perfectly. I could hear him above me thanking God, and enjoying the pleasure of my lips around him. I felt his cock throb violently inside my mouth and pulled it out grabbing just below the head keeping him from cumming.

“What’s wrong?” Sam asked.

“Nothing,” I replied shaking my head. “I just don’t want it to go to waste.” I laid back with my legs open so he’d catch my meaning. He nodded his head in understanding and that devilish smile crept across his face as I laid on top of me and pushed inside of me. Sam was by far the biggest of the three, and he wasn’t too gentle with it either. Immediately I felt a wave of pleasure come over me. He moved in and out hard and fast in a rhythm, and it felt like he hit my g-spot every time. I was screaming out loudly by the time he finally shot his first load inside me, but he didn’t stop. His first orgasm lead him on to pound me even harder.

He wanted it rough, and so did I, but no reason for him to have all the fun. I rolled him over onto the bed so that I was riding him. I rode him hard and fast, slamming his cock all the way inside me. I was still screaming as wave after wave of pleasure hit me. I used these waves to ride him harder and without abandon. We both were cut to a halt as his second load exploded inside me, bigger than all the rest. I fell to the bed beside him, and hie eyes were rolled in the back of his head in pleasure. It didn’t take long, in fact we both fell right asleep, or at least I did.

I smiled as I woke up the next morning very satisfied and seeing three of Jonathan’s friends naked around and in my bed. I made and served them all breakfast naked, a pleasure I only reserve for Jonathan. They left after breakfast for work, and all of them were completely satisfied.

This brings me back to my original point. Life is all about a balance. While I sat there worried about Jonathan, those were my hours of greatest pain. Very quickly though, Sam, Josh, and Thomas all gave me several hours of my greatest pleasure and ecstacy. Never before did I feel so free, not even the day Jonathan came home to me.

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I got to my desk to find a bright orange donut and a small gourd on my desk. Next to it was a note. I opened it.

“Halloween Masquerade Ball” and the date on the weekend. I pushed it aside. I hadn’t had a date in months and wasn’t planning on going alone. I’d stay home and on the real Halloween, hand out cavity causing candy to the urchins on the street. Later in the day Noah from accounting walked by my desk. Then he walked back the other direction. A few minutes later back and forth again. I’m in marketing, the accounting people are never in our space. I stopped him on the fifth trip.

“Hey, Noah. Lose your way back to your cubicle?”

“Um, no, I was just, well, I …”

I’ve known Noah since he joined the company. He’s sweet, in a nerdy kind of way. He spends way too much time by himself and playing video games. When he has to talk to someone, especially women, it is a painful experience for everyone.

“Did you get the donut?” He gestured towards the not found in nature orange donut.

I nodded yes. Then he did it.

“You want to go to the Halloween Party in two weeks?”

I have a weakness for strong, confident men, men that are bad for me, and men with blue eyes. Noah did not fit any of those categories.

I also have a weakness for sad faces, and geeks. Not really a weakness, but I have a real hard time saying no. Noah fits in both categories.

“It’ll be really fun. The couple throwing the party is a lot of fun. It’ll be fun to get dressed up.”

The key theme of the party was clearly going to be fun. He looked pitiful, I did try to say no three different times and three different ways and still got nowhere with him. When I agreed, he gave out a happy yelp and I swear he skipped back to his cubicle.

That night I got online and started looking at costumes for the party. It is both easy and hard to come up with a costume when the theme is “fun”. I saw the usual ones of devils and Playboy bunnies. Then I looked at adult costume sites. They tended to be sexy nurses and school girls and pirates. Somehow I clicked on a site and it took me to a porn site and the sexy pirate was being fucked by a well hug guy wearing no costume. Somehow, I’ve gotten to where I am in life without ever seeing a porn video, but I sat glued to the screen watching the same clip over and over of the couple fucking. I clicked on anther link and then another, each showing me clips of other couples, not necessarily in costumes, but all having sex in a variety of places and poses. One particular blond was riding a tattooed guy and just having a grand time. Tell me that I have lived a sheltered life, I have, because I had never seen other people fucking. I always had thought of sex as a participating sport, not an observational one. But watching the videos was really getting me horny. I closed my eyes and slid my hand in my panties and touched my clit. Watching the videos had made it very sensitive, the feeling was wonderful, my pussy felt like it was on fire, and after a short time a moan rose in my throat and as I watched the clip again a rush of warmth gushed from my pussy and into my legs.

I decided that I was going to be a pirate.

That weekend, I had to do yard work around my house. Fall came early, the leaves were down, and my yard was covered by them. I was dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt and working on filling the bags. I was carrying some to the street.

“Hey Sunshine, let me give you a hand.” It was Paul, my new neighbor. He had moved into the neighborhood about six months earlier after his wife died. He had said that the old house, old neighborhood had too many memories and needed to start over. I’m not sure when he started calling me Sunshine, it started as a joke, but he kept with it.

Paul picked up two bags in each hand and took them to the curb and had another load before I got to the curb once. Tall, thin, muscular he really looks younger than 50 and he is nearly twenty years older than me. I stared at him as he walked by me. I thought about Noah, then Paul.

“Give me those bags,” Paul said, his laugh lines crinkled around his dark blue eyes. “Let me finish this, the beers are on you.” He started work on the yard before I had time to answer him.

I had the beers out and ready to pour when he got into the house. I had pulled together some items from my nearly bare refrigerator and threw together a spinach dip and had toasted garlic bread to eat with it. Paul sat down and an hour later we were laughing and working on the second six pack. He told me about his wife, who had died nearly two years earlier, and his kids who lived out of state. He showed me pictures of his grandchildren.

“No way are they your grand kids.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” he said as he put away the pictures.

“You’re too young for grandkids!”

He had gotten married at 18 and his son was born 2 years later.

“And why are you hanging out with some old guy instead of hanging with a guy your age?”

If şişli escort I had known the answer, I wouldn’t be there in a pair of ratty sweats, drinking beer, with my AARP card carrying neighbor.

I told him about Noah and the party the next weekend.

“Sounds,” he paused for a moment, trying to choose the right word. “Hopeful.” He laughed. I swatted his arm as I went to get another beer.

“Tell you what. It’s late, I’m hungry, I’m a lousy cook, so let’s go out to eat. My treat,” he said.

“You did the yard, I should be buying.”

“I carried six bags of leaves. You bought beer. I’ll get dinner.”

I hadn’t had that much fun at dinner in a long time. We drank beer, ate tacos, had chips and fresh guacamole, and drank more beer. Fortunately, we were only a couple of blocks from our houses and we walked home at nearly midnight. Paul walked me to the door.

“I had a great time, Jen. Thanks.” He reached out and gave me a hug. I held him close, savoring the closeness. He turned and walked off the porch and back to his house.

And I was furious.

An hour later I was still awake and restless, turning from side to side in my bed. No matter what I did, all I could feel was Paul’s’ arms around me. I brushed my hand across my clit and got a shock through my pussy. I reached down and put my fingers on my clit and started to slowly rub small circles around my clit, gently grazing it at times, trying to slowing increase the pressure on it. I reached up and slipped my hand under my sleep shirt and rolled my nipple between my fingers. I slipped my finger into my pussy, and smeared my juices across my clit, my fingers slipped across my clit faster and faster, I slipped two fingers into my pussy, bringing out my wetness and smeared it across my clit. I started to move my hand across my clit, faster and harder, and I pinched my nipple hard.

It started deep in my pussy, a soft ache that rapidly filled my cunt with warmth, and then it spread across my belly and my chest and up to my face. I fell into the mattress and instantly fell asleep.

It seemed like every day Noah walked by my desk. He stopped walking by, and started trying to talk to me. It was hard at first, but eventually I got a rhythm going and I usually led the conversation. We talked about weather and football. We eventually got to making plans for the party and started trying to come up with costumes. He wanted to be something from one of the comic book movies, Captain America, or Iron Man but I eventually sold him on pirates.

It took me a week of going online, hitting the thrift shops, and honestly, nearly pulling out my hair before I had a costume. I finished it an hour before it was time to leave for the party. I was walking to my car when Paul pulled up in the drive.

“Whoa, look at you,” Paul said as he strolled across the yard. He had a big smile on his face. “You are one sexy wench.”

I blushed.

‘That Noah is one lucky guy.”

I asked him if he wanted to take me to the party. It was his turn to blush.

‘I’m not walking into a party with a smokin’ hot pirate and everyone asks why she’s with her father.”

“Every woman there would jump you so quick it would make your head spin.”

I walked up to him and grabbed him on the arms and leaned forward and pecked him on the lips. I turned and walked away to my car wondering what I had just done.

The poorly advised kiss on the lips was the highlight of the evening. I got to the party and eventually hooked up with Noah. I quickly realized that all of the talking we had done at my desk during the past two weeks had depleted the list of topics for the night. There were some people from the office at the party, but there were mostly a lot of people I did not know. There was a lot of liquor and some ill advised dancing. I am not a good dancer and Noah was worse. There’s something wrong with rhythmically challenged drunk people getting out on a dance floor. Someone slipped a slow song into the mix and before I knew it Noah had his arms draped around me as he hugged me close and we moved around in a tight circle. The song ended just as Noah was sliding his hands down to my ass.

“Would you like to come over to my place, I live right around the corner,” Noah said. I looked at him. He is neither strong nor confident. He does not have blue eyes. He does have a sad face and is a geek. I remained strong. I leaned forward; I kissed him on the cheek, and went home. Alone.

When I got back home, Paul’s light was still on. Common sense told me to turn and go home, something else walked me up the stairs and I knocked on the door. Paul pushed the curtain to one side and peered out, an initial frown turned to a smile.

“It’s a little early for trick or treating, even if you are the sexiest pirate on the street.”

I entered the house and we went to the den. I had never been in his house. It was spare and neat and nicely decorated. He had the television on and was watching a college kağıthane escort football game being broadcast from the west coast. He offered me a drink, but I had had enough at the party to last me a long time. We sat opposite each other, and Paul went and got a beer for himself, and then sat next to me on the sofa. It wasn’t sexual, just two friends sitting around talking, but feeling him next to me was getting to me. I could feel his body heat, I could smell him, and occasionally his arm would brush against my arm. I was the model of restraint. And it nearly killed me.

I got home, still a little drunk and took a shower to wash away the remainder of the party. The hot water splashed on my body as I washed my hair and body. I thought about Paul sitting next to me o the couch. My hand rubbed over my breast, my nipples were very sensitive to touch as the slippery sensation of my hands rubbed them. I slipped my hand to my pussy and rubbed my fingers against my clit. The beer, and water, and the thought of Paul quickly hardened my clit and soon I was stroking it hard. I leaned back against the tile wall, my back pushed against the cool tile, the warm water spraying against me, and me frigging my clit as fast and hard as possible. I shut my eyes, saw Paul’s blue eyes and softly lined face. It started differently this time. It started as an exquisite ache deep in my pussy and then shot like sparks down my legs as I came quickly and hard. I took a deep breath and rested against the wall as the wave of warmth and pleasure left me.

The next morning I cleaned the house, scrubbed the kitchen floor, washed all my clothes, vacuumed the car, and cleaned my closet. When I’m frustrated, I clean. The evening with Noah was a bust and a waste. The evening with Paul was frustrating. In the late afternoon Paul called. He had just gotten two tickets for a basketball game. I was in.

The game was fun; I yelled and screamed, went with the chants for more defense and was a real homer for the local team. They lost, but the game was still fun. We made our way through the crowds, heading for the exit. It got real congested and I slipped my hand into Paul’s as we weaved between the masses. We held hands longer than we needed. In the car, I tried to answer a question.

“Was this a date?”

Paul laughed, and I suddenly felt silly. Silly because maybe this was just some fantasy crush on an uninterested guy.

It was just two friends hanging out.

“We’re friends?” He looked at me. “Dumb question.”

‘Jen, you’re a young woman, there are throngs of guys out there wanting to meet you. You don’t need to date some fossil. You can do better. Lots better.”

Two nights later, I looked out of the door and saw what would be the last of the trick or treaters walking away from the house. A few jack o lanterns till lit the night, but most porch lights were out. The Halloween evening was coming to an end.

I went to my bedroom and got out the pirate girl costume again. This time I put on my black Victoria’s Secret bra because it gives my boobs some cleavage. I debated wearing a thong, and decided a real wench wouldn’t wear anything. I put on the pirate girl costume and added some makeup: bright red lipstick, easy eye liner and mascara, some blush. I grabbed the plastic knife and the sack and headed out the door.

A moment before Paul looked through the door and flashed the light, I almost ran home. I thought I was being foolish, but then the door opened. “Trick or Treat, Matey. And I want both!”

I’m still not sure what came over me. I pushed through the door and grabbed Paul by the hand and lead him to his den. I stood in front of him, his eyes roamed up and down on my body. A smile came to his lips.

“You are one very sexy wench. But I gave all of my treats away.”

“Oh, you still have a treat that I want!”

I pushed him back onto the sofa and straddled him, the skirt riding up and my bare pussy rubbed against him. I leaned forward and kissed him hard, no pretense of subtlelty, and I slipped my tongue between his lips. He was hesitant for a moment or two, and then kissed me back, our tongues exploring each other. I held his face in my hands and kissed him, savoring the sweet taste of his lips, his smell, and the roughness of his late day beard.

I slid off him and knelt before him. I loosened the sweat pants and slid them down. I tugged on his boxers, freeing his cock. It was hard and pointing up.

“Yarrrrg, just the treat I wanted,” I said, trying to suppress a giggle.

I took his cock in my hand and licked the head, savoring the soft hardness against my tongue. I took all of him in my mouth and started to suck him, sliding his hard thick cock in and out of my mouth. He started to moan and I looked at his face, his eyes were shut tight and he turned his head from side to side. His hands grabbed my head and guided me up and down on his cock, adjusting my tempo. I slid my tongue around his cock as my head went up and down, savoring fatih escort every stroke.

I could feel his cock start to swell, and he was trying to move my head away from it, but I kept sucking him. I spit on my hand and started to stroke that hard cock, my tongue lapping at the head. He gave a large groan and grunt and sent a large splash of hot cum into my mouth, covering my tongue and lips, I kept stroking him, sending spurt after spurt into my mouth. I held it in my mouth, swallowing a bit and slid up his body. I kissed him again, and he slipped his tongue into my mouth and lapped some cum back. We both swallowed and kissed again.

“Baby, that was just incredible,” he said.

“Take me to the bedroom. Now,” I hissed.

He lifted me in his arms and cradle carried me to the bedroom where he gently laid me on the bed. I started to unbutton my top, but he put his hand on mine and stopped me.

“I’ll get my own treasure,” he said, a grin appearing on his face. He took off his shirt and kicked off the pants and stood before me naked. His cock was now soft, but his body was grand, firm and muscled. My mouth was wet.

Paul sat me on the edge of the bed and knelt in front of me. He slowly unbuttoned my top, his blue eyes locked on mine. My skin puckered as he slid the top of my shoulders and I sat in front of him in the bra and skirt. He unhooked my bra, freeing my boobs, and he grabbed my nipples between his fingers as he leaned forward and kissed me.

The sensation at my nipples was exquisite as he gently pinched them as he kissed me. Our lips and mouths and tongues explored each other all the while he gently pinched and twisted my nipples between his fingers. The ache was incredible, and he broke our kiss. I frowned for a second and then he put my right nipple in his mouth and lashed his tongue across it. A jolt shot seemingly from my pussy to nipple and I arched my back, trying to get more pleasure from his tongue. Paul put his hand on my chest and pushed me back on the bed and kissed down my belly. He undid the snap of the skirt, pushed it aside, spread my legs, and exposed my naked pussy for the first time.

“Ahoy, mates, the real treasure,” he said in a pirate voice that made me laugh.

H lowered his mouth to my pussy and slid his tongue into me, the mere movement that sent a shiver up my spine. He probed between my lips with his tongue, teasing between the folds until the tip rested on my clit. He started to rub my clit with his tongue, up and down, slowly at first, and then faster and harder, starting with a great rhythm and increasing the tempo every few seconds. The pleasure was incredible, and a quick orgasm washed over me, sending sparks down my legs, and I barely had time to enjoy the true beauty of it before renewed his efforts by sliding one then two fingers into my pussy. He finger fucked me while licking my clit. The sensations were indescribable, and another orgasm started deep inside me. I grabbed his head, pulling his face hard against me, his tongue lapped at my clit and a moan started deep in my throat. My pussy felt warm then hot and a wave of heat spread across my belly, over my breasts and into my neck as my orgasms washed over me. I screamed out, much louder than I ever have, and the glorious sensation flooded me. I collapsed into the bed, breathing hard, my heart racing, and every ounce of energy drained through my pussy.

Paul climbed up on the bed and lay next to me. He leaned over and kissed me, and I tasted myself on his lips. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and I sucked it, and licked my slick fluids from his face.

“Wow,” I said.

“I don’t know if that’s a pirate word.”

We both laughed. He eyes gradually focused on him. My clit was still buzzed and my pussy tingled.

“That was a lot of fun.”

“Glad you enjoyed it,” he said.

I reached over and grabbed his cock. It was still soft, and I slowly started to stroke it.

“Sorry, Jen. Told you I was an old guy. It takes us a lot longer to go again.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that. You want to see what a wench can do when she wants to be fucked hard by a beautiful cock?”

I kissed him chastely on the lips and slid my head to his cock. I put him in my mouth and slid him in and out while I stoked him. I love to suck cock, and have been told I’m good at it. I was not to be denied. My hand slid down and I slid my fingers across his balls, stimulating his cock and balls at the same time. His cock gave a little surge, but not enough.

“I’m really sorry, babe, but this is biology. It takes a while to recharge.”

I lifted his leg and turned it outward. I slipped my index finger into me and got it wet. And I inched it into his ass.

“Oh, oh my, oh babe, that’s good, oh my …”

I smiled as I heard him and then I took him in my mouth again. I slid my finger further into his ass, pushing against his prostate gland. When I did, his head surged and his cock filled my mouth. I grabbed him with the other hand and stroked him, and in a minute or so, his cock was hard.

I held onto him and crawled up the bed and I stared into his eyes.

“I want that cock in my cunt now. And I want you to fuck the shit out of me. Got it?”

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I walked into the living room and saw my brother’s friend, Jason, sitting on the couch. I was about to turn around and go back upstairs when I saw that he had his head in his hands. His posture seemed defeated.

I hesitated in the doorway, wondering if I should say something. Jason had been hanging out with my brother since they’d been in elementary school. Needless to say, while we weren’t exactly close, I’d spent plenty of time around him in the past eight years. It felt weird not to say anything.

“Jason?” I called out softly.

He looked up, his dark eyebrows disappearing below the curls hanging loosely over his forehead. “Oh, Janine.” He sniffed. Had he been crying? “Shit. Sorry, I…” He took a deep breath, and stood up. “Sorry,” he said again, straightening up his clothes. “I was just looking for Paul. He said he’d be around.”

“Ah,” I said, taking a hesitant step into the living room. “He’s at Marcie’s place right now. Did he say he’d be back?” Usually, when he left this late, he would spend the night there.

Jason shook his head and shrugged. “He just said to feel free to come over. I guess I made the assumption that he’d be here, but now I’m thinking he was just trying to encourage me to get out of my apartment for a change of scenery.” He ran a hand through his hair, pulling his curls out of his face.

“Change of scenery?” I repeated.

He rolled his eyes. “I think he thinks I spend too much time at my apartment playing video games.” He paused. “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m telling you this.” He began walking towards the table, where I saw he’d laid his jacket. “If he’s at Marcie’s, he probably won’t be back anytime soon. I’m sure you’re enjoying having the apartment to yourself. I’ll get out of your hair,” he said, and though his voice sounded almost back to normal, I noticed the slight crack on the last word.

“Wait, Jason,” I reached out to curl my fingers around his arm. He’d grabbed his jacket and had been walking towards me, towards the living room entrance, putting him within arms length. I hadn’t moved out of the way to let him pass. “Sit down. Tell me what’s wrong. I’ve never seen you this upset before.”

Jason ran his eyes over my face disbelievingly. I registered the surprised tilt of his eyebrows. “Come on,” I said. “Don’t look at me like that. You and my brother are super tight. It’s not like we aren’t at least friends, right?” I slid my hand down his arm and grabbed his hand. As my fingers laced with his, I noticed his palm was clammy and shaking.

“Come on,” I said again, dragging him by the hand back to the couch. I sat down and pulled him with me, right next to me. It wasn’t like I’d forced him; he’d let me guide him. He was double my size. Literally. Jason was about six foot two, but also big around the waist. I was pretty sure he weighed at least twice what I did, so if he wasn’t interested in sitting back down next to me, he could have definitely stood his ground.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” I ordered him gently, letting go of his hand and leaning back into the couch as I turned my body towards him. I could tell he was feeling down, and I wanted to be a good person and give him my full attention.

“It’s just…I don’t know. It feels weird talking to you about this. You’re Paul’s little sister.”

“I’m eighteen now, Jason,” I pointed out. “I’m not that little anymore.”

“Oh yeah,” he said, smiling at me. I was glad to see the break of sadness on his face. Jason wasn’t the most attractive guy, but the smile definitely made him look approachable and kind. And sweet. “I don’t think I told you happy birthday last month, did I?” he said sheepishly.

I let out a chuckle and waved it off. “Don’t worry about it. I know you were really busy finishing up finals. Speaking of which, it’s so cool that you’re about to graduate. Two weeks left, right?” I said, bringing my hands together and clapping enthusiastically for him.

He nodded, but his smile slipped away as he sighed heavily. “Yeah…the last two weeks.” His eyes glazed as he looked down at nothing in particular. “I just can’t believe – well, it’s like you said, there’s two weeks left and honestly, I’ve been really bummed because Mary broke up with me this morning. I wanted to talk to Paul about it, to clear my head I guess. I just can’t believe she would do this right before finals,” he finished, shaking his head. I saw his fingers had fisted into the blanket thrown on the back of the couch.

I blinked, feeling a pang of sadness for him. “Oh shit. Mary broke up with you?” I didn’t really know much about Mary except that she was a recent addition to Jason’s life. They’d started dating a couple of months ago. I’d been really surprised to hear about it, because for most of my life, Jason had been single. However, I’d been really happy for him, and I’d thought it had been going really well.

“Yeah. Through a text.” To my surprise, I saw a tear edge out of the corner of his eye, but he wiped it away before it could fall down his cheek. He looked away. “Sorry, this is so embarrassing.”

“No, why would you think that?”

He shrugged, etimesgut escort leaning back against the couch. “Because I feel like a loser. Because it feels weird to talk to you about this stuff.”

“Aw, Jason,” I crooned. “You’re not a loser. You’ll find someone else.”

He shook his head, and his shoulders slumped further as he groaned. “Ugh, that’s the thing, Janine. I’m twenty-two and I’ve literally never had a girlfriend longer than two months.”

I paused, not really knowing what to say to that. He noticed the hesitancy on my face and let out a laugh. “See? You’re eighteen and you’ve already had more relationship experience than me.”

It was my turn to shake my head as I tried to come up with something to counter him. “Jason, you will find someone!” I said, at a loss for how to console him.

He flashed me a look that read, If you say so. “Look, you wouldn’t get it. You’re a girl, and you’re really pretty and attractive, and I bet you have people lined up wanting to be with you.”

“That’s not true,” I countered, opening my mouth to say more but not really having anything concrete to say.

“Janine, what’s the longest you’ve been single for?” he said testily.

I looked away from him as I picked at the pilling on my pants. Finally, I shrugged. “I don’t know, it’s not like I keep track.”

“Exactly! That’s the thing though, I was single for four years before Mary, Janine. Four. When that much time goes by, you do keep track. And before that it was another month long relationship in high school. That’s it. That’s all my experience. No one wants to be with me because I’m overweight and I still have acne even though I’m twenty-two and it just feels like I’m going to die a virgin,” he rambled.

My eyebrows shot up at that last part.

“Oh shit, sorry, that’s awkward,” he said, shaking his head and turning a deep shade of purple. “I didn’t mean to dump that on you, it’s weird.”

My hand shot out to his again. I squeezed my fingers around his reassuringly. I said firmly, “No, it’s fine. There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin. I appreciate your honesty, and I’m glad that you feel comfortable talking about this with me,” I told him. He caught my gaze briefly, and he gave me a small smile of appreciation.

In the back of my head, I wondered if this was the kind of conversation he’d been hoping to have with my brother. I couldn’t imagine them talking about things like this; my brother was so emotionally disconnected, not to mention the fact that he was always flitting from girlfriend to girlfriend.

“So you and Mary never…” I asked, trailing off. But as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I bit my lip. I pulled my hand back from his again. “Wow, sorry, that’s really none of my business.” I chuckled awkwardly. I really needed to work on that filter.

“No, it’s okay.” He shrugged. “Mary was super conservative. We didn’t do anything besides kiss. Most girls don’t want to do anything with me when they hear I have no experience,” he explained, sniffing again. “It’s honestly just…really depressing. And lonely.”

My heart broke for him and I snuggled up next to him as I laid an arm around his shoulder. “Jason, I’m so sorry. It sounds like you’ve been really sad about this for a while.”

“Yeah, I guess. It’s weird, when we were in middle school, Paul and I were both the nerdy outcasts, but then towards the end of high school he just…evolved. And I never had my glow up. I probably never will.” He hesitated. “I know it’s so stupid to focus on this right before exams are coming up and with me about to graduate, but I just never thought I’d finish university without having sex, you know? I was holding on to hope that Mary…” He trailed off. “I just wish I wasn’t this ugly.”

“Jason, you are not ugly!” I cuddled up into his side more, nudging him. He was big and warm and soft, and I hated that he thought these things of himself. Sure, he wasn’t built like a model, but he was really nice and really smart. You had to be, to be about to graduate with an engineering degree.

He laughed miserably. “I know I’m throwing myself a pity party right now, but, well, let’s just look at the facts. No one wants to fuck me, Janine.”

I shook my head. “Honestly, Jason. You have some good features. For example, your curly hair is really cute,” I said, reaching up and twisting a strand of his dark hair around my finger. I felt his breath hitch and I caught his eyes flit down my body before he looked away. A little shocked, I let the strand fall and rested my hand back to his shoulder. I suddenly became aware of the fact that I was pressed up against him in my camisole and short shorts. My breasts were pushed into the side of his arm, my clothing the only barrier between my nipples and his skin.

I swallowed thickly as I took a closer look at him. He fumbled with the frills on the couch blanket, and I realized that his hand was shaking.

“Jason, honestly, your biggest problem is probably confidence,” I said slowly. “Not to be an asshole.” I wanted to point out that I was sitting next etlik escort to him and he was basically shaking, but I didn’t want to rub salt into the wound or make things awkward between us. I leaned back slightly to give him some space; I didn’t want to overwhelm him.

He looked back at me in protest, and I didn’t know if it was because I’d extricated myself from my comfortable position next to him or if it was because he disagreed with what I said.

“It’s really hard to have confidence when you have no experience with the opposite sex. I’ve never even seen a naked woman before,” he added helplessly.

Again, my eyebrows shot up. Before I could help myself, I asked him, “Really? Not even in porn?”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “No, of course I watch porn. It’s the only way I have to get off. Just me and the screen and my right hand.” He blew out a heavy sigh.

There was a tense pause. I tried not to, but I couldn’t help picturing Jason in front of his computer, pumping a couple of squirts of lotion into his hand before bringing it down to his cock. I had a hard time picturing his penis; I wondered how big it was. An image flashed across my mind of a pink dick, tucked away behind a heavy bush of curls.

Then I blinked. What the fuck. Why was I suddenly thinking of Jason’s cock? I swallowed thickly.

“No seriously,” I croaked out, surprised at the huskiness of my voice. I cleared my throat. “It’s all about confidence. Fake it till you make it, Jason.”

“Janine, maybe when you’re younger it works that way. But by the time you finish college, girls expect you to know what you’re doing. I turn into a shaky mess just at the thought of a girl taking off her clothes around me.” He sighed again, the defeat back in his shoulders. His body tensed up, like he was about to stand. “Anyways,” he started as he shifted on the couch, and I knew he was about to try to get up and leave again. But I didn’t want him to go; not if I could help him feel better. He’d always been so kind to me, and he was such a good friend to Paul.

“Wait, Jason.” I put my hand on his thigh to stop him. He settled momentarily back into the couch, looking up at me surprised as we waited for me to talk. I started slowly, “Do you think that…Would it help if…I mean to say…”

“What’s up, Janine? Just tell me.”

“Well, you’ve always been so nice to me, and I hate that you’re struggling with all of this right now. And I do genuinely think that the problem is just that you don’t…You don’t really seem confident in yourself. And that’s really important with girls, you know?”

He nodded slowly, like he was trying really hard to follow where I was going with this.

“So, I guess, I’m just wondering if you think that if you were to see someone naked, a girl I mean, if you thought that would help you. In the future. With other girls,” I added, realizing after the words were out of my mouth that the clarification was probably not necessary.

Jason finally stopped nodding, and he bit his lip as he digested what I was saying. “I don’t know, I mean, probably? It would definitely make me less anxious. But I don’t see that happening anytime soon,” he finished flatly.

“I’m a girl,” I pointed out lamely.

His eyes shot towards me and he inhaled sharply. I felt his right knee hop up and down a couple of times – a nervous tic – as time stood still for a second. “Are you…offering?”

“I mean, yeah. It’s not a big deal,” I felt the need to defend myself. “If you’re into it I mean. Sorry, oh god, that’s probably so weird-“

“No, no,” he said quickly. “I just. You’re Paul’s sister, and I mean, I think you’re absolutely gorgeous and beautiful, but…” His knee hopped up and down again. “I’m so awkward, Janine. I’m sorry.”

You’re absolutely gorgeous and beautiful…

I replayed the words in my head and a soft smile covered my lips. “You think I’m beautiful?”

“You are. God, you must know you are. You probably don’t need to hear this disgusting potato sack say it to know it.”

“Don’t speak that way about yourself. Please.”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” he said again.

“No, stop that, too. Stop apologizing. Do you want to see my boobs?” I asked assertively, shifting on the couch so I was facing him.

I saw his jaw tense as he swallowed. He nodded, turning purple again as he looked away.

“No, look at me, Jason. Tell me what you want. Come on, it will help you.”

I saw him blink and then take a deep, shaky breath. He turned back to me, and our eyes met. I noticed for the first time that his irises were a pretty shade of blue; the color contrasted with the dark pink of his flushed face.

“I-I want to see your boobs.”

“There you go,” I said encouragingly. “That’s not so bad, is it?”

He shook his head.

Maintaining eye contact with him, I grabbed the hem of my camisole and swiftly pulled it over my head. I discarded it somewhere on the floor. I squared my shoulders back towards Jason, daring him to look. He hesitated for a second before his eyes dropped to my cleavage. I was wearing one of eve gelen escort my favorite push-up bras, and knew it was a pretty sight. The pained look on his face couldn’t conceal the hunger in his eyes.

It honestly felt so good, so empowering to have him looking at me this way. To know that this was the first time he’d ever laid eyes on this part of a woman. To know that he wasn’t comparing me to anyone else, because he couldn’t. All of the other guys I’d been with had way more experience than me. I’d never been with someone where I had control and power.

“Can you undo my bra clasp?” I asked, turning around in my spot so that my back was towards him. I waited.

Just when I thought that he hadn’t heard me, or he’d effectively become frozen, I felt the couch shift under me, and his cold clammy hands brushed against my back. I jumped a little, and I heard him mutter another apology as the strap from my bra tightened and then released. I sighed pleasantly as I brought my hands back up to the 32DD cups to hold them in place and turned back towards him. His eyes didn’t bother meeting mine; they were glued to my chest. I bit my lip to stop the smile from spreading over my face as I shimmied and let the straps fall to either side of my shoulder. Finally, I slowly lowered my hand, the weight of my breasts pulling them down as I removed the support. As they became exposed, the cold air in the room brushed up against my nipples; they hardened into little pebbles.

Again, I saw Jason gulp and his knee bounce twice, but other than that he didn’t move. His eyes flitted briefly from one breast to the other, and he groaned, a deep guttural sound from deep within his chest.

No amount of lip biting was going to stop the smile from spreading over my lips. I relaxed a little, realizing I’d also tensed. My shoulders pulled back and I stood up straighter, feeling my breasts sway with the motion. I capitalized on the movement, shaking them more, feeling them bounce side to side, the nipples pointing left and right as they jiggled.

“Do you like them?” I asked.

“Yes, oh god, yes,” Jason responded without hesitation, his eyes still glued to them.

“Do you want to touch them?”

I saw him swallow again as he nodded. However, he didn’t move.

I reached out slowly and grabbed his nearest hand. I brought it to my chest and pressed it against my right breast, jumping at the clamy coldness of his skin that only made my nipple harden even more. I left his hand there, and again, time stood still for a second before he brought his other hand to my left breast. He then gave them a tentative squeeze, and I bit my lip again as he began carefully pushing them up with the palm of his hand before letting them drop back down. He did this a couple of times, like he was weighing them, getting familiar with their size; they almost spilled out of his hand.

“Oh god,” he moaned thickly, adjusting himself. “I can’t – I can’t believe this is happening.”

I let out a little chuckle as I brought my hands up to cover his. “I mean, this is definitely not how I expected this evening to go,” I joked, pressing my hands to his so that he tightened his grip. “You can be rougher,” I added as I guided him to press my tits tight together. Then I released him and laced my fingers behind me as I thrust my chest out for him to play with. All his.

He cleared his throat a little before edging closer to me. He ran his palms lightly over my nipples, and I inhaled sharply. He noticed and did it again, and I nodded encouragingly.

“That feels really good,” I told him, blushing. “I have really sensitive nipples.”

He cupped my breasts, using the pad of his thumb to hover over the tips of the hardened nubs, drawing light circles over them. I whimpered. “Mmh. Jason.” I was surprised at his newfound enthusiasm, and while I hadn’t expected this to do anything for me, I was suddenly aware of the heat pooling between my legs.

Taking my words as encouragement, Jason lightly pinched the nipples between his thumb and point finger, rolling them and slowly tightening his grip. Harder and harder. I squirmed, feeling the pain starting, taking deep breaths along with the pleasure. I moaned again as he began pulling on my tits, using my nipples to bounce the weight of my breasts up and down. It hurt just the right amount. Just when I thought I would have to tell him to take it a little easier, he pulled his fingers back and began rolling his palms over my nipples again. I sighed from pleasure.

“Shit, Jason. You are really good at this,” I told him, smiling languidly up at him from beyond my long eyelashes. He was too concentrated to respond; he was transfixed by my breasts, completely focused and zoned out to everything else. I thought distantly in the back of my mind that I wished any of my previous boyfriends would have been this focused on my body, on touching me, on my pleasure.

I began to stand up, and he tried to hold on to my breasts before his hands dropped to his sides disappointedly. He looked up at me questioningly, before understanding dawned on his face as I reached towards the button on my jean shorts. Positioning myself right in front of him on the couch, I undid the button and hooked my thumbs into my shorts and underwear. I pushed them down efficiently in one go and then kicked them away somewhere out into the depths of the room.

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