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My best friend, Jane, and her older brother, Sam were outside by the pool. They had left me to my lofty day dreams about an hour ago. If i could, I would have fantasized about Sam for hours. Secretly, I’ve wanted him since I turned eighteen, two years ago. Sam was 23, and drop dead gorgeous with curly blond hair that barely brushed his broad shoulders, intense hazel eyes, and a body any athlete would be proud of.

She and Jane are complete polar opposites, have been since middle school. Jane was 20, same age as me, and had long blond hair, green eyes, full lips,a trim body to die for, and was even lucky enough to be blessed with decent sized tits. I, on the other hand, was what society labeled a BBW. I stood at only 5 foot 4, and weighed in at 200 lbs. My long black hair naturally curled down my back, and my unusual pale blue eyes seemed to glow at times. My body is soft and curvy, especially my tits and rounded ass.

My birthday had been last Saturday. Jane and I had met Sam at a club to celebrate. He always came home during the summers. The minute I had seen him again, my heart had skipped a beat.

I pulled my thoughts back to reality as Jane and Sam walked back into the kitchen.

“Hey, girl, what you doing? You should have came out to the pool with us.” Jane laughed out happily.

“Ha! Like I’d be caught dead standing next to you in a swimsuit. I’d look like a beached whale.” I quietly responded.

“Heather! Stop that. Your beautiful and womanly, babe. Don’t say stuff like that.” Jane cried out, really upset.

I glanced towards Sam, shocked at his facial expression. He looked really angry.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that, Heather. You would look fantastic in a swimsuit.” Sam had spit out, angrily.

“Ok, Ok, sorry! I won’t be down on myself again. Ok? Truce?” I pleaded with them.

They both smiled mischievously and pulled me into a group hug.

“Guys! Let me go!” I laughed loudly, “You guys are nuts!”

“Yup, that’s me, babe! I got to go to work. A mans got to get paid somehow. Call me later, Heather.” Sam called out over his shoulder as he left.

“Babe, you like him, don’t you? I can so tell by the way you look at him.” Jane asked me softly.

“God, Jane, I don’t have a chance in hell with your brother. He’s way to sexy to settle for a fat girl.” I whined.

“Oh hell no! That’s it! I’m gonna help you seduce that boy if its the last thing I do. We need to go shopping. Right now!” Jane barked out, grabbing my arm. “Come on.”

Jane practically had to torture me to even try stuff on. To my complete surprise, we had found a sexy dress. It was a deep emerald green satin and fitted snug, the style flattered a fuller figure. The hem fell to my knees but split up the sides almost to my hips. My tits looked fantastic, pushed up and together to produce massive cleavage. We had also managed to scrounge up a pair of dangerously sexy black satin pumps that completed the look.

“Damn, Heather, you look fucking hot! Sam is going to have a heart attack. Well, right after he creams his jeans.” Jane exclaimed.

“You really think I got a chance? I’m so worried.” nervously, I chewed on my bottom lip.

Jane just laughed and grabbed the dress and shoes. Leaving me stranded in the lingerie section. I looked around at the selection of sexy thongs, stockings, and bras available. I tried to be discreet and casually grab a bra and matching thongs in sheer black. Feeling daring, I also grabbed a pair of silky black stockings. I rushed to the register to pay for them.

On the way home, we made a plan of attack for me gebze escort to use against Sam. I went over the plan repeatedly in my head. I was already calling him later, but now I’m going to ask him to meet up at a local club. If Jane is right, I would be getting fucked by Sam tonight. I’m so damn nervous I don’t even realize we were parked in my drive.

“Heather? You’re going to look stunning tonight. Don’t worry so much. Good luck and you better call me in the morning!” Jane called out as I climbed out.

“Bye, Jane. I will definitely call you!” I replied then rushed inside.

I looked at the clock. Its almost 7! I took a quick shower and made sure every inch of my body was silky smooth. I got out and briskly rubbed toasted almond lotion all over my soft, fleshy body. Throwing on my robe, i headed to the bedroom.

I dialed Sams cell number from my contacts. As I waited for him to answer, I ran a pick through my thick curly hair.

“Hey Heather! I just got off work, perfect timing. What’s up, babe?” he shouted over the thumping music he was playing in his car.

“Hey Sam. I just got out of the shower. I’m going to that new club in town. I really don’t feel like staying home tonight. Wanna meet me there?” I asked hopefully.

“Hell yea! I’m so ready to get my dance on, babe. I hope you won’t mind dancing with me.” his voice turned excited.

“I’d love that! Let’s meet at the bar around 9? That cool?” I suggested casually.

“See you then, babe. I’m excited! Bye!” he yelled before he hung up.

“Ok. Time to work your magic. Please don’t let me down.” I whispered, holding my new dress up.

I began to dress, trembling with excitement. I slid my thongs up over my thick legs; the string disappearing between my fleshy globes. Then i fastened the bra, my large nipples barely covered. I smiled down at my body.

“Not bad for a big girl!” I said aloud.

Carefully i slipped the dress over my head and wiggled it down my body. I slipped my shoes on and headed back to the bathroom. My hair was nearly dry now so I could easily pull it up into a sexy twist, letting a curtain of curled hair spill from the top of the twist. I lightly applied some mascara, blush and shimmering gloss. I studied my reflection and gasped. I looked beautiful! Like a sexy, powerful woman.

I grabbed my black clutch purse and practically skipped out to my car. I slid in behind the wheel and pulled out onto the road. Within minutes, I pulled into the parking lot for the club. I got out and walked nervously towards the thumping music.

“How much is the cover charge?” I asked the bouncer, opening my purse.

“Damn! For you, sweetheart, its free! Don’t go breaking all the boys hearts all at once in there.” the bouncer replied and waved me through.

I laughed happily and entered the club. I sauntered over to the bar and looked for Sam. I finally spotted him, he was leaned back against the bar, a drink in his hand.

“Hey Sam! This place is great; I just got in for free!” I called out to him.

He turned towards me and dropped his drink as soon as his eyes landed on me. I giggled and walked up to him.

“Heather!? Oh fuck, girl! You trying to kill me or what? You look fucking hot!” he growled out.

“Or what, Sam. I definitely don’t want you dead.” I whispered into his ear, rolling my body against his to the beat of the music.

I felt his hands land on my ass and he squeezed gently. He started dancing, grinding his hips into me. I grabbed his hand and pulled him out onto the dance floor.

Sam göztepe escort pulled me back against him, my ass snugly pressed against his groin, and we began to grind and dance to the beat. Our bodies moved perfectly together, my eyes closed in bliss as his hands held my hips and stroked up my sides. I bent over at my waist and bumped my ass into him heatedly. His hands found the splits in my dress and ran them up my thighs, to dive in to squeeze and fondle the soft flesh. I heard him groan loudly when he realized I had stockings on.

I stood, turned towards him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Heather, we need to get out of here before I fuck the hell out of you right here!” he moaned into my ear, and pulled me behind him towards the exit.

The bouncer winked at me as I’m pulled by him to Sams car. I laughed loudly. I’ve never felt so alive. Sam opened my door and flew to his side and got behind the wheel.

“I have never been so fucking turned on, Heather. Will you go to a hotel with me? Please for the love of sanity say yes!” he pleaded urgently as he pulled out onto the road quickly and sped to a nice hotel a few blocks away.

“Yes, Sam, I’ll go anywhere with you, baby. I want you so bad. Just hurry!” I cried out heatedly.

A couple of minutes later, we pulled into the hotels lot and stopped in front of the lobby door. He ran in and got us a room. Sam ran back and drove to our room. We both scurried out, and raced for the door. He tried to unlock the door, but growled in frustration when he dropped the key card.

“Let me get that for you, baby.” I whispered, and leaned down in front of him.

“Heather..” he whispered.

My face was near his crotch, a bulge had tented his pants. I undid his pants and pulled his rigid cock out. A bead of precum leaked out slowly when I squeezed him. I stuck my tongue out and swirled it around the engorged head. He braced his hands on the door, and moaned. He started to thrust slowly into my mouth, grunting. I wrapped my hand around the base and slid my mouth down him until my hand bumped my lips. Moaning softly, I began to pump his cock slowly with my wet mouth and warm hand. I picked up speed when he growled deeply and tangled one of his hands in my hair.

“Ah shit. Baby, I’m gonna cum.” he warned me quietly, his breath came harsh and fast.

I gripped you tighter with my hand and mouth, and bobbed frantically. I felt him swell, and hot, salty cum flooded my mouth. I hungrily drank him down and moaned in bliss at his taste.

“Ohhhhh fuck, baby. We got to get in this fucking room now!” he loudly whispered.

I stood up slowly, and placed the key card in his face. I laughed as he swiped it and opened the door in a lust driven frenzy.

Sam pulled me in roughly and pinned me against a wall. He pressed his muscular thigh between my thighs and ground. Our lips crashed together in a bruising, savage kiss. Our tongues swirled and danced together wickedly. He pulled my dress up, the kiss broke only to take it all the way off. He groaned when he saw my body.

I’m propped against the wall, my scantily clad tits swelled with each breath. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my thongs and spread my stocking covered legs wantonly. The black pumps made my thighs and calfs tense up firmly.

“Oh baby, your so damn beautiful! I’ve wanted this since I came home that first summer after you graduated. I promise, you’re going to cum like a goddess should tonight.” his voice heated with desire. He grabbed my hand and led me to the bed.

We halkalı escort grasped onto each other, kissing wildly. He backed me up to the bed until the bed had hit my thighs. I sat on the edge and wrapped my legs around his thighs. He gently laid me back and kissed down my neck to my tits. I moaned in pleasure, my fingers buried in his curls. Sam pulled the cups of my bra down until my hardened buds pop out. He surrounded one with his hot mouth and tweaked the other with two of his fingers.

“Oh fuck yes! That’s what I like, Sam baby. Mmmmmmmm!” I gasped.

He groaned around my tit and then switched to the other. Swirled his tongue around the bud softly, sucked it deeply into his mouth. I ground my hips against him wildly, pleasure coursed through my body.

His mouth trailed down my soft tummy slowly, his head lifted when he reached my thongs.

“Baby, I got to taste you. Lift your hips for me, sexy, so I can take these off.” he begged.

I lifted my hips up and shoved my pussy in his face. He breathed in and groaned hungrily. He ripped my thong off and gently began to lick. His hands settled behind my knees and pushed my legs back to spread my wet slit for his tongue.

“Yes! Lick that wet pussy! You like my pretty pussy, baby?” I cried out loudly, his tongue now circled my pearl.

He moaned, “God yes!” into my pussy and shoved his tongue into my slick pussy hole. He placed two fingers on my clit, rubbed fast, his tongue pumped into me furiously. His groans and grunts drove me over the edge. My cum flowed over his tongue hotly, and ran down his chin.

“Baby! I’m cumming! Shit!” I grunted out forcefully. My eyes clenched and body quaked. His mouth nearly sucked my whole pussy in his mouth as I kept cumming hard.

“I need you in me, Sam! Fuck me now!” I screamed.

“Fuck baby, turn that ass up for me. I want to watch it shake as I pound this delicious pussy!” his hands flipped me onto my stomach.

I got on my hands and knees, and braced myself on the headboard. I felt him crawl up behind me and he slowly licked from my clit to the puckered rosebud. His tongue flicked over it lightly, which made me scream and thrust my ass back on his mouth.

“Mmm, my baby likes this tight little ass licked. You taste so fucking good, Heather!” he groaned out, abruptly straightened up and rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slit energetically.

“I fucking love anything you want to do to me! God! Get that dick in me now!” I ordered, at the same time i pushed back on him.

His swollen cock head pushed against my entrance urgently, finally he broke through with a quick thrust of his hips.

“Fuck! Your so tight, baby! Brace yourself, girl, I’m bout to fuck you senseless.” his hands gripped my thick hips roughly. He started slamming his cock to the hilt over and over in my pussy.

“Sam! Yes baby, fuck this pussy! Make me cum on that dick.” I screamed between thrusts.

My soft body jiggled as his hips slapped against my ass in a frenzy. Roughly, he pulled my head back with one hand and whacked my ass hard until it was red.

“I’m cumming! Oh fuck yes!” I screamed wildly, my pussy gripped him tightly as my creamy cum coated his cock completely.

“Holy shit! Milk this cock, baby! I’m gonna explode!” his thrusts grow harder and faster then suddenly he roared. He rammed into me and held still. His dick swelled and shot hot cum deep into me over and over. Each spurt dragged a guttural grunt from him. With the final twitch of his cock, he fell to the side and tenderly pulled me close.

“Heather, my god, your spectacular. I’ve never felt that good before, baby. I sure hope this isn’t a one night stand cause I do believe I could spend eternity pleasing this wonderfully plump woman in my arms.” Sam whispered into my ear dreamily.

“Eternity it is, then, baby. I’ll be yours until I die.” I murmured lovingly as we both drifted to sleep in each others arms.

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Her name was Brittany, and we met on the Internet. I came upon her by chance, and we made small talk…of course that led to sex. She offered to send me a picture of her. Now it’s a tricky thing to get pictures from someone on the Internet, you never know what you’ll get. However, when I opened it, the picture was of a beautiful woman, shirt over her 42 DD breasts, and her tongue out licking a nipple. Needless to say, this sparked my interest, and we kept in contact. Soon, I was receiving even more pictures, some of her with a magic marker in her pussy, sometimes just a finger, but all of it amazing.

Things went on like this for a few months, we talked, and got each other off as best we could over the Internet. One day all of that changed, she told me she was coming to LA to visit some family, and she wanted to arrange a meeting. I gave her all the necessary info, and we agreed to meet at a universal location: McDonalds.

I was a little nervous about this of course, I had never been able to send a picture of myself. All I could do was hope she’d like me. I’m ok looking, I suppose, tall, easily a head above most people I see on the street and, therefore, skinny. I did have some muscle though, and it showed nicely on my skinny body.

The day finally came, we were about to meet, and hopefully, get to know each other. I put on a black sports jacket, black pants, and a gray silk shirt, doing my hair the normal way, bangs spiked.

I looked around for her as I entered the “restaurant,” not seeing her. I took one last glance around before I sat down, ahh there she was. I knew she wouldn’t know what to expect, so I put my sunglasses on and walked over to her table. She didn’t notice until I sat down, and smiled at her. Brittney’s face lit up when she recognized that I was her Internet lover. She had noticeable dimples, which only enhanced her good looks. As I said before, she had amazing etiler escort breasts, but she was a little short, and therefore, slightly pudgy, but no where near fat, just right if you ask me. We made the usual small talk for a few minutes, things like “how was the trip,” or “you’re even more amazing in person.” I couldn’t take anymore, my erection was tugging at my pants, knowing what was sure to come.

“Would you like to go to my place?” I asked, knowing the answer before even asking the question.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Brittney replied, grinning.

She put her hand on my inner thigh on the drive, straying towards my still raging erection. “I can’t wait to put that in my mouth,” she said rubbing my cock. I smiled at her, “we still have 10 minutes till my apartment, baby.”

She simply chuckled slightly, and up zipped my pants. “I’ve been waiting so long for this baby,” she gasped right before plunging her head on my cock.

“Oh god, I guess so,” I gasped. She didn’t even bother licking around or anything, she was sucking me so hard, it was amazing. Her head was bobbing up and down on my cock, stifled moans coming from her, as I reached over and slipped my hand inside her skirt, and inserting a finger into her soaking wet pussy. This produced and even loader moan, though it was muted by my cock. I slipped in one more finger, and started rubbing her clit, then putting my hand on the back of her head, forced her to fuck my cock with her face.

“Oh God,” was all I could say before I shot my load into her greedy mouth, sucking the last bit out and swallowing. Almost right after I noticed her pussy tighten, her hips buck, and the loud moan as she climaxed.

“Ahh Goddd,” she moaned, “I can’t wait for that to be your cock instead of your fingers.”

We nearly ran up the stairs of my building, eve gelen escort not wanting to waste a moment of out precious fuck time. I opened the door, and we immediately started undressing, when we were both completely naked, we looked over each other, for the first time.

“Mmmm I want that pussy in my mouth baby,” I said, noticing the soaked, hairless lips of her pussy, just begging to be sucked.

“Baby,” she replied “I’d let you lick it all night.” She rubbed a nipple for good measure.

I sat her on the couch, making a quick stop at those tits that I have wanted to suck for such a long, long time. I put on nipple in my mouth, and sucked gently, rubbing the other nipple with my fingers, pinching it, squeezing her breast. Finally, I couldn’t wait any longer, I lowered myself to her glinting pussy, and licked the juice off the lips. I thrust my tongue inside her, licking her steaming box, driving my tongue in as far as I could. She arched her back and started to moan.

“Oh God baby, mmm, suck my clit, ahhhh, do it, ahhh ahh, yeahhh” I continued to lick her clit up and down, side to side, flicking it with my tongue, then rubbing it, bringing her to a scream climax.

“Oh God baby, more, yeah, more, faster baby, faster..ah ah Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

I got up, kissed her with my pussy soaked mouth, and sat down next to her. I pointed to my painfully hard dick, “hop on.” She giggled and straddled me, sitting up high so her breast were hitting my face. I reached out and licked a nipple as it passed by, feeling her tit rub against my face. She positioned my dick right below her opening, and slid down on it. We both moaned a little, and she started to loose contact with reality. She bounced on me, softly at first, her ass only touching me lightly, but then she stared to go faster, and harder. I put my hands on fatih escort her ass, then felt them hit run into my legs as she bounced on me, her tits flying. She stopped bouncing, and started grinding down on my cock. “oh Goddddd” was all I could say, but she was much more vocal.

” Ahhh, ahhhh, uhhh, uhhhhhhhhhhhh” Her moans intensified as she ground down slowly, but hard, she was so tight around my cock. I couldn’t hold out much longer. She started moving in circular grinding of her hips, and I couldn’t take it, I felt my testicles tightening, and my cum shot into her.

“Oh fuck! Oh yes, yes, oh God I’m cumming,” she screamed as I felt her pussy tighten its grip on my shooting cock. She ground herself onto me harder then ever, forcing me inside her deeper and deeper. Her whole body shook as she came the first time, then another orgasm followed right after, then one last, lighter one. She collapsed onto me, tits pressing my against my chest, and sighed. We moved to the floor, I moved the coffee table and laid down a blanket. We kissed, exploring one another’s mouths for what seemed like hours. I suppose it was only a few minutes, because I felt my cock stirring again. She reached down, seeming to read my mind, and started rubbing my balls. Soon, I was throbbing again, and needed her just as badly as before. This time, I rolled on top, she willingly, and gladly spread her legs to accept me. I slid my cock in, she almost screamed, and wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deep into her. I began pounding her, my balls slapping against her ass. She tightened her legs every time I thrust in, doubling the pleasure of each return to her pussy. She soon lost control and started screaming. A loud “Uhhhh” escaped her lips at each pound, driving me wild. I thrust harder, and faster, and she countered with her screams. I stopped for a second and feel on her tits, whispered in her ear “I’m gonna cum.” “oh baby, cum inside me, now, fuck me, hurry”

I could tell she needed it bad, and didn’t keep her waiting. I began literally pounding her pussy, harder then ever. She tightened her legs one last time, without letting go, making me cum inside her, her hips bucking wildly, still screaming.

I laid next to her, waiting until I was hard again…

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I admit that I’m a predator. Women are my prey, especially eighteen or nineteen year old virgins or inexperienced sweet young things. After fucking a new twat a couple of times, I normally dump them despite the fact that most have become emotionally involved with me. Three, Betsy Smith, Cheryl Thompson, and Rebecca Simpson, took it particularly hard and dropped out of the college that we mutually attended. I heard through the grapevine that Betsy may have attempted suicide. I thought that maybe I was incapable of emotional attachment because I didn’t really feel too bad for any of them – I was just using their pussies.

How do I get away with it? Because I won the gene lottery (I’m good looking and have a significantly longer and thicker dick than average) and also because I am really nice to all females – except when I toss them aside after I’m through fucking them, although even then I’m never nasty about it. Also my parents have a fair amount of money and lavish it upon me as their only child.

During new student week my senior year in college, with my friend Jim Yates, I was perusing the new booty; mostly freshmen, and a few transfer students. Jim sometimes got sick of my treatment of women, but other times seemed to get a perverse thrill from my shenanigans. I think that was one of the times. Anyway, one girl really got my attention. “Who the hell is that walking wet-dream?” I drooled.

“I thought that you’d focus on her Horndog Harry,” he shot back, using my well-earned nickname, although women use my real name of Henry. “From what I’ve been able to find out she’s a sophomore transfer student by the name of Melissa Smith and despite being on campus for only a week has become head of the local born-again Christian organization.”

Jim worked part-time in the admissions office as a clerk as part of his scholarship package, and was very well connected, curious, and clever. I envisioned him becoming the head of corporate security at a large corporation within just a few years after graduation.

“She looks like a project,” I chortled. “Can you get me all the information possible about her before I start my quest?”

“It will cost you dude,” Jim chuckled, holding out his hand with an open palm.

Even though I consider Jim my best bud, he is also a shrewd business man, and I knew that he would be putting in significant time finding out what I needed to know, and would probably have some expenses too.

“How much, shyster?” I grumbled.

“Three hundred bucks should do it,” he wickedly smiled.

“That’s the most you’ve ever charged me – what about our friendship,” I moaned.

“That’s with the ‘friendship’ discount; plus your dick trying to burst your zipper from just one look at her told me that she’s the one who’s most intrigued you ever.”

I couldn’t argue with him, so I took three C-notes out of my wallet and grudgingly handed them to him. “I won’t be able to eat this week, now,” I grumbled.

Jim laughed as he stuck the bills in his pocket.

Just then Melissa walked nearby again and I forgot all about trying to pretend that I’d now be poor. “What an angelic face; what a perky rack; what a perfect wide bottom; what long shapely legs,” were a few of the things caroming through my brain as I ogled her. She did appear to be more sophisticated than a sophomore and didn’t truly look like a “sweet young thing,” but she was a total goddess, so I didn’t focus on those “omissions.”

While Jim was doing his investigation, I played things differently than I ever had before. She was maybe the first woman that I’d seen that I wanted to be sure that I didn’t fail with, therefore I was willing to wait to be sure that I didn’t do something that would screw things up. I took care of my needs by spending more time with Jasmine, a married thirty year old waitress who worked at a restaurant near campus and who wasn’t interested in a relationship with me that didn’t involve me sticking my tongue, fingers, or cock into one of her orifices. I didn’t get near the joy out of fucking Jasmine that I did a sweet young innocent piece of ass, but Jasmine was always willing and a super-aggressive fuck so she satisfied my biological needs if not my emotional ones.

Despite my constant pestering, it took Jim a full three weeks to get all of the information that I needed. When we discussed it I was really glad that I had waited, however, since I would have been sure to have blown it. This was going to be my most challenging conquest ever, but every time that I drooled over Melissa when I saw her on campus I knew that it would be worth it.

“Okay, Horndog; here’s the skinny. Melissa is a religious zealot. Her big Christianity issue is homosexuality. She believes that homosexuals are sinners, that homosexuality is a question of choice, and that gays can be reformed. She considers it her duty to help in that regard by counseling and saving gays, and has preliminarily set up her on-campus bostancı escort Christian organization to do that,” Jim related with a slight look of exasperation.

“Holy shit; that’s really hard for me to work with,” I exclaimed.

“By all accounts, she also isn’t sexually active. As far as I know, she has turned down a number of good-looking guys for dates, and the only dates she has gone out on are with nerdy guys in her Christian club. That’s the bad news,” he glumly continued.

“Hell, you mean that there is some good news?” I inquired.

“Two bits of very good news, one relating to her appearance, and one relating to a plan that I have that I’m sure will work if you have the balls to pull it off,” Jim challenged.

“Hit me with it dude,” I chortled.

“The first bit of good news is that I saw her in a bathing suit at a Christian club pool party. She’s got the best body that I’ve ever seen in my life, including on the Internet. The second bit of good news is that you can pretend to be gay, get close to her, and then have her reform you by fucking you,” Jim related with an enormous wicked grin.

I liked the first bit of good news. As far as the second was concerned, I have to admit that I always have been at least slightly homophobic, and that I always tried to act macho, so pulling off “gay” was not something that I was super confident that I could do. “How in the hell am I going to be a convincing gay dude?” I asked.

“You’ve met my cousin Bruce, haven’t you? You probably could tell that he’s gay, and he’s willing to give you lessons,” Jim chuckled.

I thought for a second. I had met Bruce, and was convinced that he was gay after talking to him for a few minutes, although he certainly wasn’t flamboyant. “Okay, dude, as long as he doesn’t try and put the moves on me,” I said with a stone face.

“He knows what the plan is, dude, so don’t worry about it. You may have to take him to dinner or lunch a few times, though.”

Actually, Bruce turned out to be a very intelligent, perceptive, and definitely helpful, guy. He had no romantic or sexual interest in me since he knew that I was straight and what the plan was, but he did seem to get a thrill out of teaching a straight guy about “gaydom.” After five meetings with Bruce over a week’s time I thought that I was ready to approach Melissa.

Melissa’s Christian organization had actually placed ads, including in the student newspaper, about “praying the gay away.” They had even listed times when one could meet with a counselor. Jim was able to find out when Melissa would be the counselor, and I went to see her at the appointed time that night.

“Hi, my name is Henry Saxton,” I nervously said. I was actually really nervous, not just acting, so I think that I came across okay. “I, I, I, don’t like certain feelings that I have. Um, I don’t really know if you can help but I’m at my wits end and I need to try something,” I stuttered, only occasionally making eye contact with Melissa. Up close she was as ravishing as I thought that she would be.

“Don’t be embarrassed, or shy,” she said with a big smile, walking over to me and holding one of my hands between hers. Her touch was soft and electric. It was all I could do to suppress a boner, but I had to since that obviously would have given me away.

The bullshit was really rolling off of my tongue as I explained to her that I had a deep attraction for males, and that although I had not acted on it yet, I was sure that I would in the near future unless I could do something about it. I inquired of her whether being gay really was a choice rather than a matter of biology, and she assured me that it was. Of course I knew that that was complete and utter bullshit, but I was willing to agree to anything that she said in order to get into her pants.

I was very pleased indeed when, at the end of our discussion, she assured me that she would take me on as her own special personal project. I’m quite sure that using all of the information that Bruce had imparted to me that I did successfully come across as gay.

My next few meetings with Melissa I acted tentatively. She was slightly tentative herself, although not nearly to the extent that I was trying to portray. About the fourth meeting, as part of my “therapy” to complement a great deal of praying that we were doing, she started showing me female pornography. It was hard not to react to it, but I didn’t. I did start saying things, like, “I wonder what it would be like to see or touch a real woman rather than just looking at photographs?”

As part of my therapy, Melissa and I started doing things together. Either alone, or with some of her Christian friends, we would go to concerts (mostly Christian music, which isn’t bad if you don’t listen to the words), meals, or even walks in the park. A strange thing started to happen. I started to really enjoy Melissa’s company. büyükçekmece escort Don’t get me wrong, my main goal was still to get into her pants, but aside from with my mother, my relationship with Melissa was the most long-lasting and enjoyable relationship with a female of my life.

It was already the start of the second semester before things really started coming together for me. I had expertly, although subtly, convinced Melissa that I needed some real “hands-on” experience with the female body in order to complete my transition from gay to straight. At first it was only some petting, then combined with thigh stroking, then combined with some kisses on the lips. Each time I exercised remarkable restraint and didn’t “go for it.” After investing so much time in Melissa, and with only one or two nights a week with Jasmine to polish my knob, I didn’t want to blow it.

The epiphany came most unexpectedly. Someone brought wine coolers to a Christian club picnic, and even though most of the people there did not drink, and I’d never seen Melissa drink before, she really got into the wine coolers. I encouraged it. That night when we went back to her single room in a co-ed dormitory she invited me in. “Henry, I think I may be able to put you over the hump, and cure you, if I show you my naked body. Are you ready for that?” she said, in a slurred voice.

“Does the Pope poop in the woods?” I said to myself, obviously mixing my metaphors but still trying to rein in the raging hard-on occasioned by her words alone. “Uh, I think so,” I meekly responded.

With that Melissa did a slow strip. I could not fucking believe how awesome her body was. She had the most perky tits that I had ever seen in my life, perfectly proportioned hips and thighs, a snatch to die for, and what appeared to be an inch long clitoris. I could not suppress my hard-on. Of course she noticed, and probably under the influence of the wine coolers walked up to me and pulled down my pants and boxers, not something easy to do since my dick was the most engorged that it ever had been in my life.

“Oh my,” she cried.

“Jesus help me,” I inexplicably exclaimed as I went toward her. Hormones took over. I laid her down on her bed, buried my nose and tongue in her snatch, fondled a nipple with one hand and pinched her clit with the other, and soon had her screaming in orgasm. As soon as she came down from her high I buried my cock in her pussy in one stroke, hard to do considering how engorged my cock was and how tight her pussy was, but possible because she was soaking wet.

I’m not sure exactly why, but I had never felt better in my life than when my cock entered her pussy. It may have been because I had to work harder for this than anything else in my life, because she was an absolute goddess, because it was the snuggest yet most velvety cunt in my experience, or because I really had come to love Melissa’s company almost as much as the idea of fucking her; it probably was all four. When she wrapped her creamy thighs around me and started pulsating her pussy muscles I came faster than at any other time in my life. Caring about her enjoyment at least as much is my own, even after I flooded her pussy I continued to fuck her until she had another colossal orgasm. How much later it was that I rolled off of her and we separated I don’t know because time ceased to have any meaning for me at that point. I do know that I was more serene than at any other time in my life.

I fucked Melissa again, doggy style, in the middle of the night. My plan was to try and keep from her how experienced I was, but once my cock started reciprocating in its favorite place on earth, and I heard the consummate melons on her chest slapping together as I banged away, all thoughts of ratcheting down my intensity quickly disappeared.

When I woke up with her in my arms the next morning I wanted to scream that those were the two best fucks of my life, but I didn’t dare. I needed her to believe that she had converted me, and play it cool so that I could continue fucking her in the name of confirming my transformation.

Over the course of the next three weeks Melissa and I were almost inseparable, although I could only get her to have sex with me two more times. Both times it was no longer just fucking for me, but making love. It wasn’t long before I had to admit to myself that my relationship with her was different than with any other woman in my life; all the colors seemed to be brighter, all the sounds seemed to be cheerier, all the days seemed to be sunnier. There was no doubt that I was in love.

When Melissa and I met in the student union on a Thursday, soon after I had proclaimed my love for her which she responded to it by vigorously kissing me – although she did not say “I love you too” – she said that she had a special surprise for me that Saturday night. “Henry, I can’t see you tomorrow, but I’m planning çekmeköy escort a special surprise for Saturday night. Here’s the address of an apartment of a friend of mine. Show up there ready for the experience of your life.”

That was really intriguing to me, and the fact that she had planned a surprise for me made me love her all the more.

I could hardly contain my excitement when I showed up at 7 o’clock that Saturday at the apartment building that Melissa had given me the address for. I gingerly knocked on the second floor apartment door and after a few seconds smiling Melissa, dressed only in négligée, opened it. “Hi Henry dear,” she growled in the most seductive voice that I had ever heard. “I hope that you’re anxious for your surprise.” The big smile on my face, and my cock trying to burst my zipper, indicated that I was. As she led me, smiling, into the main room, the door slammed shut behind me and four large strong hands grabbed me.

Before I had time to react – although I probably couldn’t have done anything about it even if I had been prepared – I was tied to a chair by two enormous guys, and a ball gag was shoved into my mouth. I was trying to mumble out “what the hell is happening?” but I’m sure that nothing intelligible went past the ball gag.

The two brutes lifted up the chair and carried it into the apartment’s bedroom, the same room that Melissa had disappeared into as I was being tied up. They placed the chair in clear view of the bed. Melissa was lying on the bed stark naked, next to a guy who I recognized as one of the starting offensive linemen on the college football team. Giving me a big smile, Melissa rolled over, stuck the lineman’s very large cock into her mouth and started sucking while fondling his balls. Apparently when she got the cock to her liking she mounted him and rode him reverse cowgirl while he fingered her ass. There was no doubt that they had massive earth-shattering simultaneous orgasms.

No sooner had the guy in the bed withdrawn his cock from Melissa’s pussy when the two guys that had tied me up approached her, both stark naked with their impressive dongs sticking straight out. Although bleary-eyed, Melissa rolled into a position on her hands and knees, and started sucking on one guy’s cock while the other guy entered her pussy from behind. As Melissa sucked, the guy behind her fucked, and it wasn’t long before both her mouth and pussy were flooded with cum.

By now, my cock which had been so proud and rock-hard when I entered the apartment, was more like a shriveled miniature carrot. The woman that I had fallen in love with had just been fucked by three different guys. She seemed to relish it, and had occasionally looked over at me and smiled as she was getting reamed out. My mind was overloaded.

After the four of them joked and played around, with a good deal of ball-squeezing and tit-sucking, they were ready for round two. The offensive lineman fucked Melissa up against the wall (seemingly almost knocking it over), then the evening was concluded when the other two brutes simultaneously fucked her ass and pussy.

When they were all done, Melissa actually thanked the three guys for “helping me put this asshole in his place,”, and all three of them gushed “any time – it was the best sex of my life!”

Melissa walked up to me with the most diabolical look that I’ve ever seen on anyone. With her middle finger she wiped some cum from her pussy and smeared it on my cheeks. “Do you remember Betsy Smith asshole? Maybe not, she was just one of your many conquests who you fucked and then threw away. Well she is my sister, and you left her emotionally ruined. I hope that I’ve hurt you at least half as much as you hurt her.”

She started to walk away then turned around. “By the way, you really are a stupid shit to think that I thought that homosexuality was a matter of choice rather than genetics. I couldn’t fucking believe it that you went with the plan that Jim and I came up with. Seems like he was disgusted with your treatment of Betsy too and was only too eager to help me, you dipshit.”

With that she kicked me in the balls then turned to her enormous friends and said “please untie him once I’ve been gone for 30 minutes; and thanks again.” With that she slapped her ass then disappeared.

I never saw Melissa again. I wondered whether she really was a student or whether she had just been working in the area and was investing her energy in screwing my mind over. I couldn’t get Jim to even talk to me, let alone give me any information.

I had a hard time concentrating, and my confidence was destroyed. This also affected my sexual performance. I found that out in spades when after an unsuccessful attempt at copulation with Jasmine she stormed out of my room while none too quietly uttering “When did you become such a limp dick? Don’t call me again!”

I was able to pull it together enough to graduate. Now underemployed because I didn’t come off too well in the interviews that I had for positions that I really wanted, I’ve been working for three months now, and have yet to get back in the saddle, or even regain any confidence whatsoever in my sexual abilities.

I wonder if this is what Betsy Smith felt like when I dumped her?

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Jason and I met my junior year in college at a party my sorority was hosting. It was instant attraction. He was completely my type; tall and broad shouldered with a slightly arrogant attitude. Plus, we were both into a lot of the same music, clubs, and concerts. I couldn’t believe that we hadn’t met sooner.

We talked that night and after a few casual dates we were an official couple.

The night I’m about to describe was a special one. Jason played baseball and that night was their awards banquet. It was semi-formal and Jason and I had spent all afternoon on the phone discussing what we were going to wear among other things.

“Well, babe,” he said, “I’ll pick you up around seven, and remember what I told you earlier.”

“I remember,” I said, “I’m not supposed to wear panties.” I imagined the devilish grin on his face as I said that.

“That’s right,” he said, “Now, go get that sweet ass in the shower.”

“You got it! I’ll see you tonight sexy!” I hung up the telephone and went into the bathroom to get ready.

The whole ritual of getting ready for a date always seemed like foreplay to me, especially when I knew the date was going to end with someone between my thighs.

I turned the hot water on and stepped into the shower letting my robe hit the floor. The water ran over my body in ribbons as I shampooed my hair. I closed my eyes and envisioned the pleasures that would come to me at the end of the evening. Jason was such an attentive lover, completely concerned with my satisfaction.

I carefully shaved my legs and took great care not to knick my ankles or knees. I imagined how good it was going to feel when he ran his hand over my smooth skin. I spread my legs and shaved my pussy. Generally, I shave completely, but tonight I left a neatly trimmed triangle that came to a point right above my slit.

I lathered up every inch of my body with sweet smelling raspberry soap. I rubbed circles around my breasts and watched my nipples grow hard. I lifted one of them up to my mouth and flicked my nipple with my tongue. I traced my hand across my belly and down between my thighs. I rubbed my clit lightly. I was so excited with anticipation. I teased myself a moment longer and then turned the water off.

I stepped out and wrapped up in a towel as the last suds disappeared down the drain. I sat down on the bed and rubbed lotion over my legs and arms admiring the tan I acquired over my Spring Break trip to Cancun.

I moved in front of the mirror and applied my make-up. My big, green eyes are beylikdüzü escort my best facial features and I played them up with smoky gray shadow and kohl liner. My perfectly curled lashes completed the look. Next, I went to work on my mouth, lining my pouty lips and applying a berry shade that matched my nails.

I smacked my lips together and examined my reflection. “Not bad,” I thought to myself.

I dried my hair straight. I had let it grow and it fell just below my shoulders and my recently added blonde high lights looked extremely nice.

Still wrapped in my towel, I walked over to the closet to get dressed. I had picked out the perfect black dress. It fell just above my knees and had a halter-top to show off my sexy back. But it was what I wore underneath that made me feel so scandalous.

I had a black, strapless bra that gave my breasts even more lift. I also wore black thigh high stockings that ended with lace trim, and upon Jason’s request, I did not wear panties.

I looked at myself in the mirror with approval. The extra workouts had definitely paid off. I was still curvy, but now I was also toned. I slipped on my shoes that made me look even taller and leaner.

I smoothed my hands over my hips reminding myself once again that I was without panties. The very thought of being in public without them made me so wet and I was so horny just knowing that my sweet pussy was so easily accessible.

I spritzed on my perfume and waited for Jason to come pick me up. I lit a cigarette and let it burn. I tried to quit many times, but was never successful. I heard J’s car outside so I ground it out in the ashtray and went to the door to meet him.

When he first saw me, I saw him take in a sharp breath as he took me in head to toe. “You look absolutely edible,” he said.

I did a little spin around and with a grin I replied, “Well, later you can act on that urge!”

Jason looked very sharp in a tailored black suit that accentuated his athletic frame. His beach blonde hair and goatee were neatly groomed and nothing could beat the shine in his blue eyes.

I slipped my hand in his and we went outside and got in the car. We drove across campus and at the first red light that caught us he slid his hand up my thigh to see if his request had been fulfilled.

He smiled broadly when he felt my nearly bald snatch under his probing hand. “Good girl,” he said.

I squirmed as he spread my lips and gave me a generous tease. Too quickly the light turned green beyoğlu escort and his hands went back to the wheel instead of the places I wanted them to be.

I shifted my eyes over to notice that I could see his cock semi-hard from his discovery. Since he was occupied with driving, I decided to have a little fun and use the distraction to my advantage. I let my hand lightly graze his hard-on through his pants. Without saying a word, I undid the zipper and let his cock spring free.

Jason had a really nice penis. It was a little over eight inches long and very thick, especially at the head.

I unfastened my seat belt and leaned over. I let my tongue circle the head and then I gave long licks from the base all the way to the tip. I felt him become fully erect as I did this. I took him into my mouth sucking gently as I worked up and down. I used my tongue ring to part the opening of his dick.

“Oh, God!” he moaned, “My dick feels sooooo good in your mouth!”

I paused and said, ” I know places where it would feel better.”

We were almost to our interstate exit when he made the U-turn.

“Look, ” he said, “As much as I have been looking forward to this banquet, I’ve been looking forward to pounding your tight pussy even more. I cannot wait any longer!”

He drove fast back to his apartment. We were both so tore up we literally ran to th front door, and while he fumbled with the lock I loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.

Once inside we kissed feverishly as I peeled off his shirt and rubbed my hands across his well-defined chest. He leaned down to nibble my neck, which made me so hot I couldn’t wait to finish what I started in the car. I dropped to my knees and licked the pre-cum from his dick and then I took him deep in my throat. I was so hungry to taste him, and he tasted great.

He moaned with pleasure and I could feel every muscle in him tighten. “Get up,” he ordered and led me into his bedroom.

He let his pants drop to the floor and lifted my skirt so he could finger fuck my pussy while we kissed once again. He guided me over to the bed and I was truly surprised at what he did next. He told me to kick off my shoes and scoot back. He traced up my inner thigh and breathed hotly on my throbbing clit. Then he slowly pulled my stockings off and used them to tie my hands behind my back.

I was completely exposed for his pleasure and the power he held over me made him very excited. He spread my knees apart and dived into my wet pussy attacking with bizimkent escort his tongue. He vigorously licked and sucked me until I screamed, “Oh! Eat me baby!”

He flicked his tongue in and out of my dripping hole while he rolled my clit under his thumb. I arched my back as he inserted one, two, and then three fingers inside of me.

“Make me cum, baby, please!” I begged. I writhed around in one the bed panting needing desperately to feel release.

With his fingers still in me, he gently bit my swollen clitoris and this sent me completely over the edge. I squealed as the orgasmic waves ripped through me.

“My fucking God! I’m cumming!” I shrieked.

I was still trembling as Jason flipped me over face down on the bed. I assumed position on my knees with my ass aimed upward eager to receive his thrusts.

“Now, my little slut, you’re going to cum on my dick aren’t you?” he asked.

“Uh huh,” I groaned as he entered me.

“You are so tight to be such a slut,” he said pushing deeper into me.

He felt so good and my moans and screams only encouraged him to fuck me more savagely. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me back on his dick. “Don’t ever stop fucking me! You fuck me so good boy I can’t stand it!”

Jason was dripping with sweat at this point. “Oh, damn, you need to cum girl!” He punctuated the urgency by slapping me on the ass.

He did it once more and that’s all it took to send me over the edge into a second, more intense orgasm. I felt my muscles contracting around his cock.

“Yeah, that’s right baby, cum on my dick,” he said pounding away.

“Fuck! Fuck! I am! Goddamn!”

As the words left my mouth, I Jason pulled out and squirted his hot load on my ass. “Pussy was never so good,” he said and rubbed the cum onto my skin.

He leaned down to kiss me.

“You can untie me now,” I said sweetly.

“Oh, no. You’re mine tonight,” he teased and then he let me free from my nylon handcuffs.

We looked at the clock and decided that we would just forget the whole banquet. We changed clothes and went downstairs to watch TV. About two hours later there was a knock at the door. It was Jason’s friend Ryan.

“Hey, man! I just came by to make sure things were ok. We worried when you guys didn’t show up tonight.”

“No, everything is fine,” Jason said, “Something just came up on the way there.”

“Yeah, we kinda got tied up, ” I added winking at Jason as I rubbed the pink marks around my wrists.

“Well, as long as everything’s okay,” Ryan said, “Anyway, here’s your plaque, Jay. I’ll catch up with you all later.”

After he left Jason looked at me and said, “So, you wanna go celebrate?”

“Yeah, but I got to tell you something,” I said.

“What?”

“I’m running the bitch this time!” I laughed and ran upstairs.

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You’d finally made it. After saving for so long, you were sitting on an airplane that was making it’s final approach to Honolulu. The day was unbelievable out there – sunlight so bright you could almost feel it on your skin already. The cotton-candy clouds billowed pristinely against the clear blue of the late afternoon sky and you could already see the palm trees waving in the gentle ocean breeze. There was the craggy hull of Diamond Head, the green carpet of Punchbowl, the nautical traffic in Pearl Harbor and finally the long reef runway that was the plane’s destination.

The first thing you notice after entering the terminal is the air. It is thick and warm, an intangible tropical blanket that drapes gently over all your senses. The salt breeze is a tang in your nostrils, punctuated by the sweetness of flowers wafting in from a distance.

Peace and quiet for a week! And even the “crowd” at the airport is small and pleasant as you grab a taxi to take you downtown. Your hotel reservation is in a place called the Hale Koa, right on Waikiki Beach. From what you’ve heard, that’s where you can find anything you want on the island, along that strip. Unless, of course, if you’re a surfer, then you’d have to go up to North Shore, but that was only a half hour away.

The resort is huge but that same sense of calm hangs here too. Your room is small but adequate and cozy. You don’t plan to spend very much time in here anyhow.

After a shower to wash away the long hours of flight, you dress casually, planning on a walk through the district and an informal dinner somewhere. Watching the crowds from your room’s balcony, you realize that shorts, t-shirts and flip-flops are the accepted style of dress here, so you follow custom, relishing the comfort and freedom you feel away from all the bonds of home and work. Everyone seems so laid back here.

Again, you are amazed at how peaceful the city is, even amidst the nightlife crowds. It’s clean here, you see no fights, you don’t even feel the urge to continually check to make sure your wallet is still in your pocket.

After an hour or so of walking up one side of the strip and down the other, and after pausing to view the most wonderful sunset on earth, you give in to the gnawing hunger growing in your belly. One of the little kiosks you approach smells too good to pass by. You read their short menu and get an explanation of several items you don’t recognize, then decide to have a pork manapua and plain saimin. You lean on a nearby railing and try the new dishes.

The manapua is a thick doughy bland bread baked with a sweet, spicy pork filling. It melts pleasantly on your tongue – a different taste than you’ve ever known. Even though it nearly fills you up, the saimin noodles are calling your name. This is a very Japanese taste – these thick egg noodles – but you realize that about 60% of the people you’ve encountered this afternoon are Japanese.

Now, feeling happily satisfied, you want to find a little of that party atmosphere that Waikiki is famous for.

Moving away from the beaches, you see that there is no shortage of places to go. The bars are numerous – all advertising some discount or enticing tidbit. But instead of wanting to watch a stripper up on a stage, you’d rather go somewhere you can meet someone to carry on a conversation. Someone to talk to, to get to know, possibly to touch before morning.

One place finally strikes your fancy. It’s a dance club called Oceans. It seems to be filled to capacity but you often enjoy just sitting and watching people interact. Besides, the more people there, the better your selection of “company”.

You take a seat at the bar, order a beer, then turn and lean back casually as you survey your surrounding. There are many beautiful girls, in pairs, in groups, some even alone, but to your slight disappointment, they all seem so alike. All cut from the same pattern. Until you spot a small table in one of the far corners.

A double beşiktaş escort take brings your eyes back to them. Two women. A far cry from the others in the bar. Not only in looks, but mostly in mannerisms. For one thing, they both seem a little older, maybe late twenties, possibly early thirties. It is the confidence and grace in their movements that sets them apart. A kind of self-esteem that only comes with experience.

The older one – she just seems a little older somehow – is tall. She is sitting but her height is evident in the length of her torso and in her long slender arms. She is dark, with short black hair, black eyes and dark skin. Her features are angular and fine. There is a wild quality in her eyes, as if she’s already seen all the surprised the world could hold for her. You can’t fully see what she’s wearing – just a black, satiny vest up top which shows a shadow of ample cleavage. You feel a stirring between your thighs as you imagine what kind of legs this woman must have.

In contrast, the other girl is almost a negative of the tall woman. She is very petite – tiny, you might even say. Her hair is long; golden-blonde tresses that cascade like liquid over her shoulders and down below the level of the table. Even at this distance, you can see pale eyes sparkling mischievously. Her skin is fair and unblemished as fine porcelain. Her hand holds her drink daintily – like a child’s hand but her whole demeanor emanates just as much confidence as her counterpart.

Oh, what a night with these two would be like, you think! With yourself growing harder, your boldness begins to grow too. You reach out and stop a passing waitress.

She smiles as you make your request. Send both the ladies a drink and tell them it would be your pleasure to join them. As the waitress moves away, and your gaze turns back to the women, you are struck by a sudden thought. Might they be lesbians and turn you down coldly? Of course, if they were merely bisexual, well… that opened up all kinds of possibilities for the night.

You watch the waitress intently as she goes about her task. There are a few flutters of anxiety in your stomach but you mentally shrug. It works or it doesn’t work, it’s not the end of the world.

When the waitress points in your direction, you smile as the women look you over. You can’t discern their reaction because the most that either of them does is smile sensuously. The waitress nods and heads back towards you. The aloofness of the women is more intriguing to you than a blatant welcome would be.

“They want you to come over,” the waitress answers your questioning look. She smiles as if sharing a secret and leans in close to you. “They think you’re cute.”

You can’t help the sigh of relief. After draining your beer and ordering another, you calmly cross the floor.

“Hello,” you say when you are near.

“Hello,” the dark one answers. “Have a seat.”

“Thank you for the drinks,” the pale one says.

“You’re very welcome.” You notice they are drinking beer also.

“I like your accent,” the small one says. “Where are you from?”

This opens the door for a long conversation and quite a few more drinks. You take turns buying rounds for each other until the three of you are pleasantly drunk.

The women both become more talkative as the drinks set in, but neither loses their composure. The tall one – Joanna from Las Vegas – has a sharp and cynical sense of humor and you trade jokes that keep you all laughing. The small one – Angela – has a faint but charming Southern lilt to her voice. She tells you she was raised in Georgia.

You want to make a joke about eating a Georgia peach but you refrain until you better know where you stand with them.

The club grows louder and the crowd gets very thick as midnight approaches. After the third time the women are hit on by rude drunks, Joanna says, “Let’s get out of here. Our place isn’t far away.”

Luckily, beşyol escort they are smart enough not to try to drive their car so you wind up in another taxi – you sitting between the two of them.

The drive lasts only ten minutes – up to one of the richest sections on the island. It is a ridge that overlooks Honolulu called Hawaii Kai. The houses are enormous, most likely beginning at a million dollars and going higher. However, it is not the scenery you are interested in. Joanna has her hand in your lap and Angela has her mouth on yours. The little one tastes of beer and something sweeter.

You continue to probe her warm mouth with your tongue and let your hands roam over her soft body while Joanna has the driver stop at a corner store. She dashes in to get some more beer. And yes, her legs are the kind of long that make men crawl and beg.

Angela’s legs – highly visible under her white mini-dress – are plump but well-toned. Her breasts are small, just a mouthful, and easily accessible when you push the straps of her dress off her shoulders. The cab driver is watching with a leer in his rearview mirror.

At their house – their mansion is what you think – Joanna pays for the taxi as Angela takes off at a run around to the back of the house. She’s gotten it into her pretty drunken head that she really wants to go for a swim. While Joanna pays, she shouts, “Jack! Follow her so she doesn’t drown herself!”

You hurriedly rush after her, trying not to stumble in the darkness. You feel drunk but not incapacitated, not yet anyway.

Once around back, you see that security lights have come on automatically and illuminated the pool with a warm yellow light. It’s a large pool with a diving board at one end and an adjacent hot tub at the other. Angela is still moving towards the water’s edge, her dress in a pile a few feet behind her. As she walks, she tugs down the white thong panties she was wearing and tosses them away. Before you can call out to her, she’s stepped into the water.

You stand on the edge and watch her, floating gently on her back towards the center.

When she sees you, she laughs and swims back, splashing at you playfully. “Come on in, Jack! It feels great!”

You shrug. No reason not to. You begin to strip off your own clothes and dive in beside her. The water is cold!

Joanna arrives now. “No fair!” she cries. “You’re starting without me!” You stop swimming and watch her get naked. Her body is like a cat, all smooth lines and grace.

She takes three beers and tosses two out to you, one for you, one for Angela. After popping the top on hers, Joanna slips into the water too.

There’s a little more talk, a little playful splashing and a little more drinking. Despite the cold of the water, you’ve had a hard-on since you got into the cab and it has only gotten harder. You figure it’s time for things to happen.

As Angela swims by, you grab her gently and pull her up close to you. She wiggles against you, trying to escape but not trying too hard. You put a hand on the back of her head and kiss her roughly. She seems to melt in your arms and you feel hers circle your neck.

When you break the kiss, she whispers, “But you have to let me go. I gotta pee. All the beer’s getting to me.”

Her legs have floated up and wrapped around your waist. Your cock is rubbing against her warm fuzzy crotch. “Go ahead and do it,” you tell her. “We’re in a pool.”

She seems to weigh that decision and then shrugs. You feel her shiver in your arms and you reach one hand down between her legs. The warm liquid flowing out of her contrasts against the cold water around you and gives you shivers of your own. You give her clit a few light strokes as she pees and you see the delight in her face at the new sensation.

“That’s neat” she coos, rubbing herself harder against you.

“It can feel even neater,” you tell her, kissing her again.

Joanna has noticed this beykent escort activity and she swims up, wanting to know what’s going on. Angela describes what she did.

“That could be fun,” the tall one comments, “But I’d rather be out of the pool where I could feel it better.” She swims up under your other arm and you get to taste her now. She kisses harder than Angela. Vive la difference.

Joanna’s hand goes between your legs again, stroking your hardness and rubbing you pleasingly between Angela’s puffy lips. There is a slick wetness down there that has nothing to do with the pool water.

“Let’s get out then,” you suggest and they both agree with you. The air is warm and it caresses your skin like a third lover.

There is a sturdy chaise lounge with a thick cushion on it just beside the pool. Joanna leads you to it and pushes you down on it. Without much talking, she straddles you and rubs herself up and down over your throbbing cock. She’s getting you wet with her own juices and when she positions her hips just right, you slip easily into her. She is so tight and hot and you feel her muscles gripping you like a vice.

“Mmm….” She moans, “You fill me up so good!”

You start to reply but find Angela kissing you again, her tongue darting into your mouth. One of her hands tugs at your nipple lightly and she begins to suck on your tongue. She soon changes her position and offers you her small breast to nibble on.

Joanna keeps riding you, expertly increasing speed and friction, leaning down to kiss Angela’s lips as suck a hard pink nipple. In this position, you feel Joanna’s hard clit rubbing the top of your cock. Her breathing is growing faster.

Angela changes again, now putting her knees on both sides of your head, facing Joanna. Her neatly trimmed pussy tickles your nose as you tip your face up into it. The smell is fresh and sweet, almost like her kisses tasted. She sighs as you press your tongue into her damp slit.

“I have to go,” Joanna says. “To the bathroom, I mean.” She’s stopped her pumping.

You remove your lips from Angela only long enough to say, “Do it here.”

“Alright,” she agrees, almost uncertainly. You feel her muscles quiver around your cock and suddenly there is a warm gush coming out of her, all over your groin. You feel it cover you, trickling down between your ass cheeks and all over your lower belly. The warmth is delicious. It makes you begin to pump your hips up and down wildly.

Her new experience combined with your thrusting, drives her over the edge quickly and you begin to lap at Angela’s wetness as Joanna’s orgasm squeezes you rhythmically.

“Do it,” Joanna tells Angela. You feel the taller woman’s finger reach down and begin to stroke the younger girl’s clit now. You move your tongue to penetrate her deeply, taking in all the sweet honey she is making. “Let go, Angie. He wants it.”

Between pants and moan, Angela cries, “Yes!”

Suddenly you feel her let it go – a rushing stream fueled by all the beer she’s drunk during the night. It fills your open mouth and splashes all over your face. Rivulets run into your ears and down your neck. There’s too much to swallow it all but you gulp as much of the hot golden rain as you can.

With Joanna stroking her clit, Angela begins to climax – the tightening of her muscles changing the flow of the urine showering your face. Joanna is riding you hard again and all the sensations overwhelm you and bring on your own orgasm. You cry out in pleasure, the smell and taste of Angela filling your senses.

When the spasms subside and both girls crawl off of you, the three of you cuddle up together on the lounger. Neither of them have ever done anything like that before and they are eager to do it again soon. Maybe to have you do it on them. But for now, the beer and the release of sexual tension has you worn out.

After catching your breath, you all move to the hot tub, one of them cuddled up under each of your arms. You close your eyes and breathe in deeply, smelling the fresh tropical air of the island and the clean scent of Angela. It strikes you that the temperature of the water in the hot tub is almost exactly the same as that of their golden liquid. You smile and lick your lips slowly, relaxing.

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“Wait till you see this!” Jodi exclaimed, her fingers confidently working the old-fashioned vacuum seal, and then flinging open the lid on the dusty gunmetal chest the girls had dragged into the pool of dim light near the center of the storage room.

Her glee was contagious; Tori immediately fell to her knees to join her excited friend huddled over the treasure chest, its open lid now revealing mounds of plastic bags. Jodi began riffling through the piles of ziplock bags obviously looking for one in particular. With a barely-suppressed grin of triumph, she came up with one she held before Tori’s wondering eyes. The contents were visible through the clear vinyl – some sort of folded cloth, not too large, in a striking red color. A bit faded, but still vibrant, the fabric almost seemed to shimmer in the dim sunlight that streaked in through the single high window.

“What is it?” asked her best friend, captivated by the color, so bright and red; she had never seen such a stirring color before in her young life.

“I knew what it was the minute I saw it!” said Jodi smugly. “It’s a ‘dress’.”

“A dress?”

“Yeah, a dress. You mean to tell me you never heard of a dress?”

Tori shook her head dubiously, determined to overlook the obviously superior air the older girl put on. She was, after all, in college now – and never let Tori forget it.

“Let me see?”

“Sure.”

Jodi showed her how to open the ziplock top. She beamed as she watched her friend take out the little red dress, fingering the slippery fabric, exploring the wispy shoulder straps, the small zipper in the back.

“What’s it for?”

“It’s to wear, stupid. Clothing! You know, like an outfit. Here let me show you.” And with that Jodi knelt upright, and held the dress to her chest letting it layer the shapeless tunic and the tops of the baggy jeans she wore.

Of course, you wouldn’t be wearing an outfit under it, like this. You wear it instead of an outfit, get it?”

“Guys wore things like that?”

“Sure they did. I’ve seen the images. In History class. Of course, we have college-level access to the archives – advanced level database. And here’s another thing. Not all guys wore these, only Fs. ‘Girls and women’ – you know?”

“Yeah, I know what it means. That was what they called Fem-guys before the PM.”

“Right! Like us, before the Progressive Millennium we’d have been ‘girls’, and when you grew up, you’d be a ‘woman’. Of course that was before everybody became guys. No one uses those old-fashioned words anymore,” she added needlessly.

Tori nodded. Jodi was showing off again. She was, after all, only a year older than her best friend, but since she started at State U., she had become such a know-it-all. She loved to lord it over the younger girl, although there was only a one-year difference between them.

“But why just Fems? I mean, what about Mals? What did they wear?”

“Well,” her friend lectured, only too happy to show off her new-found knowledge, “they wore things called ‘shirts’ and ‘pants’. Shirts were sorta like tunics, and pants were just like jeans. More like the outfits we wear, except they came in different colors.”

“No kiddin’? You mean colors like this …dress?”

“Sure. At least…I think so. Outfits were a lot more colorful back then. You’d know if you could see the historical images. Outfits don’t have to be just blue or gray, you know.”

“They don’t?”

Tori reflected on this startling piece of news as she looked at Jodi’s tunic. She had noticed that some of Jodi’s blue outfits seemed a shade lighter than her own, and she often wondered about that. It was said that different mills produced cloth with slight variations in the patterns. She heard that the more sophisticated, fashionable citizens could instantly tell the difference; but for her they were all more or less, blue, or gray of course. Jodi also wore the top button undone. That seemed all the rage among college students. Tori wasn’t sure she liked that. Tunics were supposed to be buttoned up – to the neck, at least in public.

“Of course, they can make them any color, if they want to,” her friend blithely replied in an impatient voice that held more confidence than the girl herself felt.

“Look this thing’s just full of stuff,” she hurried on, digging through the treasure trove to come up with another bag, this one containing a two strange objects, identical sleek shapes that seemed to be made of molded plastic. They were bright red, the same shade as the dress.

“Know what these are?”

The wide eyed girl could only shake her head in wonder, fascinated by the shiny color and the sleek shape of those smoothly curving surfaces.

“They’re shoes!!” She tore open the zip locked and pulled one out. “They called them high-heeled shoes, because of the heels! See, your feet go in here, and these are the heels.”

Tori took the bright red object and held it in her hands. It was light, and it wasn’t made of plastic. She bahçeşehir escort looked down at her feet shod in the thick gray socks and clunky walking shoes that were standard issue, and tried to imagine such things on her feet. How could one even walk in them?

***

Tori sat splay-legged on the storage room floor, surrounded by discarded plastic bags and heaps of old-fashioned clothes and accessories from a time now largely forgotten – except by the privileged few who had been granted access to the archives.

She was intently studying the small screen set up before her, pictures of advertisements that showed the fashions of that by-gone era. Since their find, Jodi had done some research work, and had come upon old advertisements. She even went so far as to secretly download some images from the archives, and then smuggle them out of the college library in her pocket pc. The two girls poured over the contraband images in the dim light of the storage unit. By piecing together the evidence, they quickly saw how the strange accouterments seemed to go together in various combinations.

A full-length mirror they had found in a corner had been dusted it off, and moved over into the light of day. And now Tori looked up to see Jodi who, having removed her tunic and let her baggy jeans collapse down her lithe white legs, stood beside the mirror in nothing but her underwear. It was not the first time Tori had seen her girlfriend in her underwear: the pale slender body banded by the serviceable gray cotton briefs, and the thick elastic of the bandeau that confined and flattened her maidenly breasts. Jodi was bending down to pick up the red dress.

“You know, if you’re gonna get dressed up like this and all, shouldn’t you go all the way?”

“Whadda mean?”

“Underwear too. Come on. Don’t you want to try this on?” she asked, fingering a pair of cream-colored panties that the girls now knew were worn by Fem-guys of long ago underneath their dresses.

Jodi grinned, and with a ‘why not’ nod of her head, snatched up the flimsy lace offering. Hurriedly, she skimmed down her standard briefs, tossed them aside, stepped into the silky panties, and drew them up, all in one quick motion.

Jodi tugged on the waistband, pulled the odd underwear up around her waist. The panties seemed to fit well, although they were definitely a bit skimpy in covering her behind. She hooked a finger into a legband to nudge an escaping rearcheek back into place, then ran her hands over her flaring hips and around, curved palms lightly caressing the silken contour of the taut slick seat. Jodi decided she rather liked the feel of her sex nestled in the cool silk, and gave an extra tug on the front to tighten the crotch.

“Well?” Tori asked.

“Yeah. Not bad,” Jodi pronounced. “What about the ban?”

“I think the ban gotta go. You should see if one those ‘brassiere’ thingys will fit you. I think I saw one over here.”

Jodi casually stripped her bandeau off over her head, freeing a pair of taut little breasts that settled in place with a jiggly wobble, then, bare-breasted, joined her friend pawing through the mounds of treasures in the hunt for the perfect brassiere. This became a major operation as they found that brassieres came in a bewildering variety of sizes and colors and designs. Unlike the simple bandeau worn by modern F-guys these old-time contraptions were awkward with their flimsy straps and hooks, and at first they required some assistance to climb into.

After trying on several examples with Tori’s help, Jodi found there a kind of knack to it, and soon she began to move instinctively: slipping her arms through the delicate shoulderstraps, coaxing her small tits into the cups, reaching back till blind fingers found, and learned how to deftly secure, the little clasp – all without Tori’s assistance.

Eventually, they found the perfect fit, a delicate thing in dusky pink satin, with lacy embroidery edging the flimsy half-cups, and narrow ribbons of silk for shoulderstraps. Jodi cupped her holstered tits, adjusting the bra on her slim chest, lightly hefting her pert bosom as she tested the comfort of the fit. It felt strange – having her breasts cradled in slippery satin and raised to stick out in prominent display like this. She rather liked it! She looked at herself in the mirror. She felt…well…kinda sexy.

She studied the subtle feminine curves of her profile in a side view, then turned her back to the mirror and looked at herself over her shoulder.

“Well, whadaya think?’ she asked her best friend.

“Weird,” Tori opined, “but kinda nice.”

“Gimme the dress.”

The slender girl took the fabric in both hands, looked it over, held it one way and another before deciding that it went on over the head. She worked her way into the ancient red garment, and let it slide down her slithering body.

The little dress turned out to be a sleeveless affair, with shoulderstraps, a modest scooped bakırköy escort neck that permitted a just a bit of cleavage, and a hemline that rode no more than a third of the way down the girl’s bare thighs.

“And that’s it? You go around like that? I mean, with nothing on your arms and legs?” Tori asked, mildly shocked. The garment left as much exposed as a bodysuit one would wear at the beach!

Jodi, still gazing in the mirror, paid no attention. “Here, pull up this zipper thing.” And as Tori went behind her to help with the zipper, Jodi adjusted the shoulder straps and ran her hands down her front, tugging the dress down, smoothening the soft red fabric into place. The thin dress seemed made for her slim, small-breasted body. It flowed down, layering the softly curved lines. She looked at herself in the mirror. For a moment, no one spoke, the two of them just stood there looking at the pretty blond girl in the short red dress. Not quite knowing what to make of it.

“There are things you’re supposed to wear on your legs, you know.”

“Socks.”

“No, not really. They’re called ‘pantyhose’. We have some around here somewhere.”

Tori shook her head in disbelief as she watched her girlfriend hike up her dress, plunk her bottom down on the floor, then begin squirming and struggling to draw on the stretchy nylon of a pair of pale honey-tinted pantyhose. Jodi managed to get the clingy garment up to her crotch before standing up, hoisting up the skirt, and pulling the pantyhose the rest of the way till the top band of elastic rode above her hips. Jodi stood with hands on her trim hips under the accordiened dress. She found she enjoyed the snug fit of the pantyhose, and after making a few minor adjustments, she let the skirt fall back into place.

“I think this is right,” she said with growing confidence, straightening upright to regard herself in the mirror.

Tori looked her friend over, her eyes trailing down the tall nylon-clad legs, admiring the way the slick stockings seemed to smoothen the lithe feminine contours. She looked at herself standing beside the taller blonde girl in the red dress, and she felt suddenly plain, and rather shabby in her dumpy gray outfit.

“How does it feel?” she ventured.

“I feel kinda… tingly,” Jodi replied, rubbing a hand down a nyloned thigh and smiling with satisfaction.

Suddenly Jodi turned to her.

“Come on Tori, we got to get you dressed up too.”

“No, let’s finish you first. I’ve been looking this stuff over, and I think you still need a slip.

“A slip?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s a slip?”

Jodi soon found herself hitching up a deliciously frilly thing, satiny smooth, thin and slick and made out of some silvery fabric that slipped like liquid metal between the fingers. The slip had lacy waistband, and at the bottom a generous border of embroidered trim. Jordi had actually discovered the garment and they had puzzled over it for a time, before putting it aside. It was only later that Tori found a picture of it, or something very much like it, in the fashion ads. Neither girl could quite figure out the purpose of the slip, but they knew it was worn under the dress. As it happened what the girls had gotten a hold of was a half-slip, but they had the right idea, and Jodi stepped into it, and pulled it up into place.

Finally, there were the shoes to be considered. That decision was easy. The red pair slipped on easily over Jodi’s nyloned feet, and they seem to go perfectly with the dress. She stood up, feeling slightly uneasy in the stilted stance. She looked at herself in the mirror; looked down at the pointy shoes, that seemed to gleam on her feet, and took her first few tentative steps in high heels.

***

The blond girl in the red dress turned to the mirror. Grabbing two handfuls of fabric at her hips, she tugged the skirt down; smoothened out the front. She liked the feel of it, the body-hugging snugness of the fit; but most of all she approved of the image that smiled back at her from the mirror: a perky, vibrant blonde in a sexy red dress. Jodi was a girl pleased with herself.

She looked down at Tori sitting on the floor at her feet. Her friend seemed pensive, a little girl lost inside the shapeless gray outfit: a small, cute face, framed with short, mousy brown hair, looking up at her from an indeterminate body sitting like a Buddha, cross-legged on the storage room floor. Jodi had a project! It was time to re-do her drab girlfriend.

***

The two girls sat perched on packing capsules, huddled together so they might share the tall narrow mirror.

Jodi was still in her red dress, but her brown-haired companion had been miraculously transformed from waif-like shabbiness into what might have once been called – ‘a hot chick’!

With Jodi’s prodding, she now sported a sexy getup: a sleeveless black top with a wide flat collar and a long and prominent zipper down the front, and the kind of brief başakşehir escort skirt once known as a miniskirt. As fate would have it, the skirt they had selected fell, like Jodi’s, well short of the knee, for unbeknownst to them, the girls had dipped their fingers into the stream of time to sample an era when hemlines had ascended to one of their cyclical apogees.

The skirt was designed to allow the wearer to show off her legs, and for young Tori this was a definite asset. While her legs were not as long as the willowy blonde’s they were nevertheless well proportioned, nicely-shaped girlish legs with curves full of feminine promise. She had, perhaps inadvertently, enhanced the allure of those legs by selecting a pair of shimmering darkly-tinted pantyhose. To complete her innocently provocative look, she wore a pair of gleaming high-heeled sandals strapped on her stockinged feet.

The girls spent some time trying out their new shoes: parading back and forth in the storage room, stopping before the mirror to pivot and check out the view from behind. They learned to compensate for their weight being thrown forward, by striding with shoulders pulled back. They learned the subtle shifts necessary to accentuate the roll of the hips, and the natural sway of their skirted bottoms.

Flushed with excitement, they began eagerly exploring the array of accessories: sparkling baubles, earrings, bracelets, and necklaces. Then they were sampling the cosmetics, makeup that had been kept remarkably usable in vacuum-sealed freshness for many generations, as if waiting to be discovered once again.

“This is the stuff they put on their lips,” explained Jodi, examining the workings of a small golden tube.

She gave the bottom of the tube a twist, and smiled to see the glossy red stick emerge. Then she tentatively brought the strange stick to her lips. Some unseen hand seemed to guide the girl as, with a careful gesture, she engaged in that ritual that for ages had so eloquently defined femininity: tracing the double-arch of the upper lip, the smooth sweep of the lower.

“Hummm…what’s it taste like?”

“Mmm…not bad,” her friend answered, running the slithering tip of her tongue over her working lips, tasting experimentally. “But you’re not supposed to eat it.”

“I know that,” Tori answered with superior authority. “But why do you suppose the old Fs would paint their lips like that?”

“I think it looks kinda nice,” her friend said, gazing in the mirror at the brightly smiling blonde in her new red dress.

***

Two girls huddled before a mirror in a dimly-lit storage facility. They rattled on in excited whispers about their find. Brimming with childish glee, they were wildly eager to tell someone, to share their discoveries; but in the end caution prevailed. They well knew that the secrets they had uncovered were dangerous. If word ever got out, their parents would be horrified, especially Tori’s. They would have to report the findings to the police. Their contraband would be confiscated, and the girls, and even their families, would be in trouble with the law.

Still, there was this terrible temptation to tell someone…anyone…maybe a just a few close girlfriends? Perhaps there could be a small circle of their closest friends invited to meet in the storage facility Jodie’s parents maintained just a few blocks from their housing unit, there to explore the glamorous treasures?

Of course, there was no way they could show their clothes, their new look to Mal-guys. That was out of the question! But the girls couldn’t help speculating as to how Jon and Ron might react to seeing the two of them decked out in such dazzling finery. For some reason, the thought of parading around before their would-be companions in such outrageous outfits was rather pleasing.

In the end, the two conspirators reluctantly decided that the secret had to remain just theirs, and definitely consigned to the storage unit. Still, a wicked thrill ran through Jodi at the very thought of wearing something like this…in public! Then an idea struck her, and she glanced over at her friend.

***

The next day they rode the tram to their schools – two nondescript students in their identical blue outfits, sitting side by side, their indifferent faces reflecting the passive gazes of their fellow passengers. Just two more students on a tram that was, at that time of day, crowded with students all alike in the same drab uniform.

These two hardly merited a second look, yet an observer sitting across from the pair might note that the slender blonde had rather delicate features, and her companion’s freshly-scrubbed face held a certain wholesome quality. Undoubtedly good guys. Obedient, respectful citizens, sitting with their hands in their laps, on their way to be properly educated.

What the observer would never know, never even suspect, was that under the dumpy tunics and shapeless jeans, the duo had on the most unbelievably shocking underwear: sexy panties and scanty brassieres, made of the most exquisite silks and colorful satins that were slick and shiny. The intimate apparel they secretly wore next to the skin, if not exactly designed to excite and titillate healthy young Fem-guys, would nevertheless heighten their awareness of their blossoming sexuality.

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Hello, this story is a little different from others I’ve written. I thought I would try telling it from a dominant woman’s perspective and I set the location in the southern USA to try my hand at writing with a little southern charm. I always appreciate feedback. In this case, I’d like to know if I captured the essence of the southern states. I hope you enjoy the story.

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Chapter 1 – The Elephant Line and the Water Boy

No matter how well we plan our lives and our future, it almost never turns out as we intend. I for one, could never have expected to live the life I do today.

I’m not suggesting my life is bad. In fact, it’s quite good but never in a million years could I have ever predicted the direction it took just after New Years 2009.

You see back in college, I could never have even told you what an FLR was all about, who a Domme was, or where on earth I would ever find a man who might dream of being my submissive little slave. Just as I was finishing my undergrad though, I got a new education.

This is the story of how I discovered the world of female supremacy and became a Domme over my boyfriend, and later husband, after discovering there were men who could be transformed into quivering little pee-ons who grovel at the snap of my fingers.

I met Randy at a fraternity party in my final year of philosophy at the University of Alabama. I was with my boyfriend, Jimmy, a running back for the Tide and the team’s offensive line who were discussing who might win the Superbowl. I was listening to them argue over who would take it when this short little man walked up beside me to join in. They were getting really hyped over their predictions, which I thought were way off, so I just stood quietly by and listened. It was obvious the new guy was thinking the same way as he stood silently as they jawed on repeating the same things over and over.

They were really quite boring and my mind wandered off to this little man who looked completely out of place. At 6’3″ and in skyscraper heels, I stood taller than even my Jimmy who was 6’5″ while the rest of his linemen ranged from 6′ to 6’7″ and not one of them weighed less than 250lbs while our new comer stood about 5′ tall and couldn’t have weighed more than a hundred pounds soaking wet. He looked like a pip squeak beside us and I laughed under my breath when I caught him staring up at my breasts. He was a tiny little thing and I couldn’t help but start singing, “One of These Things,” in my mind.

The boys were all getting drunk as skunks as the debate raged on and for some reason, I finally decided to cut in to tell them the Steelers would take everything, in part to get a rouse out of them. No sooner had I made my call when a look of disgust filled Jimmy’s eyes as he opened his mouth and slurred, “What the fuck to do you? Don’t you starting giving my boys and I lip about football. You don’t know shit,” and released gigantic beer burp in my face.

The guys looked at him like he was an alien, “Jimmy, dude, easy dude,” one remarked as I watched others look away out of embarrassment.

Jimmy glared over at Tom, who had made the remark, “Well people who don’t know what their talking about should keep their mouths shut. You don’t hear me go on about her rowing, do you?”

Tom shook his head, “Dude, Virginia’s your girlfriend. You don’t talk to your girlfriend like that. Especially her,” glancing over to me, “I know she won’t take that from you. Sorry V. Jimmy, let’s just talk about something else. We had a great season, and we’re here to celebrate that.”

Jimmy, “Whatever, the boys are talking football now and she needs to keep her mouth shut.”

“Jimmy dude, you’re being an ass and we all know Virginia enough to know you need to stop talking now. So just drop it,” Tom finally insisted.

First off, let me belay that assumption. I was born and bred in Alabama and in case you were unaware, football is virtually akin to religion here. I grew up watching and living football and even played for a local girl’s team as a teenager. As a rock hard 6’3″ athletic dream in just about any sport, I was the force to fear on a football field. On top of that, every Saturday night, we were at a football game somewhere around Montgomery and was a Bama fan long before I was ever a student. So, Virginia knows football. I became a varsity rower because I was tall and strong, but my real love was always football.

I cocked my head to one side and glared at him when he turned away from me as Tom and his buddies drew his attention away from me to save a fight. This had been a party for their team and he was throwing back the brews as fast as the keg could fill his cup, so I decided this was neither the time nor the place to discuss his attitude. Jimmy knew I didn’t put up with his chauvinistic crap but between the alcohol and his ego around the boys tonight, he had forgotten his manners. I seethed quietly as my eyes burned holes in the back of his head until I heard a soft little aydınlı escort voice to my left, “I think you’re right.”

I looked down and caught my new friend as his eyes darted up at me then back to the floor. He couldn’t bear to look at me but I was impressed. Here he was, all alone in a room listening to a bunch of jocks talk football. Even if he was the team water boy, none of these guys were going to listen to him and this room did nothing for his confidence. I was surprised he even had the gall to hang out with us in the first place. Considering I was looking for anyone sober enough to talk with, I opened up to him.

“Thank you! At least someone else sees their potential,” I smiled and turned to face him. We chatted about why we both thought they had a chance and gradually broke away from the rest of the huddle as we introduced ourselves to one another. His name was Randy, which I thought was utterly appropriate given his size and cute as a button look. As adorable as he was, he knew his football and his stats, that much was for certain. I couldn’t believe how he balanced so many numbers in his head and rattled them off like it was a prepared speech for me. He was a walking football encyclopedia.

I was shocked by how interesting I thought Randy was and I liked how he had to keep looking past my massive twins to see my face. I had come wearing a pair of come fuck me shoes with 6″ stiletto heels and a crimson red low-cut strappy dress with an open back that fell just above my ass. I absolutely towered over him and, to my surprise, I liked how it felt. He was so nervous that first night he could barely keep eye contact with me until I forced him to by hooking my nail beneath his chin to keep his head steady and focussed in my direction.

The funny part was I had the most interesting conversation with him. Behind all the uncertainty and lack of confidence, this little guy was funny, charming, and very smart. We had a beer and talked for over an hour about everything from football to my own sport, rowing, the best and worst professors, and our lives growing up. He was the quintessential nerd, as he had an almost eidetic memory for all thing’s baseball or football. By his own admission he was too small to be of any consequence just about any sport, so he became memorized every stat he could with the hope that one day he might announce a game. He was a sweetheart. While everyone else was getting drunk around us, he stayed sober with me while liquor took the rest to another plain.

I found myself thinking what a night with him would be like. He was tiny that was for certain. Not an ounce of fat on him but then, his extra small shirts and 24-inch waist told me, no muscle either. I envisioned myself laying on top of him as he struggled to breath or even just move. It was strangely erotic, and I laughed to myself that I would have to let him climb on top as he inserted himself into my slit with his mouth in just the right spot to pleasure my tits at the same time. I also knew his hard-little body would tickle my clit with every thrust.

I hadn’t a clue where that came from, but I kept thinking about how much control I would have over him and felt myself getting wetter as we talked through the night. I started running my nails up his arm and my tongue across my teeth while I asked him questions and watched out my touch derailed his focus. I was getting hotter than ever for sex tonight but not with Jimmy. I wanted Randy. As strange as it sounded, I wanted sex with this little elf of a man.

Of course, with every party comes drama and I found myself being pulled away when one of my girlfriends had crisis of some sort in the back yard. With my focus on fucking him broken, I told Randy I would see him around campus sometime knowing I’d likely never see him again. What else could I say really, “you’re sweet but too unremarkable to bother getting to know?” Now that would be rude even if it was true.

When I came back inside, I found the house almost empty as everyone had filtered out to the front for a what looked like a fight. There had to be at least 75 cheering it on, but I couldn’t see who or what was going on until a small break in the crowd formed and there was Jimmy with one hand across Randy’s throat shoving him against a tree while his other fist was cocked and ready to shut him down for the night. I ran outside as fast as I could, madder than hell because I knew what that jealous buffoon was thinking.

I barreled through the crowd intent on stopping him from doing anything that would get himself kicked out of school. Even with Alabama football on his side, there are boundaries and beating the crap out of a little guy at a fraternity party was likely one of them.

I remember I was fuming. After treating me like shit then picking on a guy that did nothing to deserve this other than speak to me, I wanted blood. I didn’t know what got into me as I stormed across the lawn in my heels but as I broke bağdat caddesi escort through the crowd, I saw my opportunity to finish this quickly and threw my foot between his legs with every ounce of power a lifetime of squats and leg extensions could muster just as he was about to plow Randy’s nose into the back of his skull.

Jimmy collapsed on the ground as the crowd laughed.

Steam must have shot out from my ears as I looked at Randy and saw he already had a bloodied nose and scrapes across the side of face. The contempt in my voice was palpable, “JIMMY YOU’RE A FUCKING DICK! ALL THIS KID DID WAS TALK TO ME. I WANT TO VOMIT RIGHT NOW. I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU. YOU’RE SUCH AN ASSHOLE! WE’RE DONE! I DON’T EVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!”

I was still fuming as I turned to Randy and reached my hand out, “Randy come,” I barked, “Let’s take care your face.” As soon as he took my hand, I got him out of there. Jimmy would never do anything to me but the same could not be said for lil’ Randy. Once he got back up, Jimmy would go after him again. I’d seen it before and I wasn’t going to let that happen on account of me.

I didn’t realize until we were almost at my Jeep, but I was walking so fast, with such long strides, poor Randy was darn near running to keep up.

“Get in, I’ll drive you home Randy,” I snapped as if I was angry with him. I wasn’t but knew Jimmy might be inclined to run after us and I needed to get him out of there. I peeled out and turned off University Blvd onto Hackberry, “So where do you live?”

“Up a ways, at 6th and 11th.”

“Alright then,” I replied still thinking about how good it felt to square Jimmy between the legs. There he was, a grown man, big as a house lying at my feet, from one swing of my foot. I loved how it made me feel to see him down there. The thing was, I had been kind of wet all night thinking about taking this little guy’s cock inside me. Randy wasn’t half the man Jimmy was, but he looked so precious beside me I couldn’t resist my urge. “I don’t recon it would be fair to drop you off at your home considering you look like that on my account. I’ll bring you to my house and we will get you cleaned up. How’s that sound?”

“Uhm, well ok,” he answered with a timorous hint in his voice, “if you think that’s what we should do. I am sorry for creating such a fuss though.”

I smiled, “Ah you didn’t deserve that,” pointing to his face, “and it gave me an excuse to dump that jerk. He had been an ass all night.”

“Still, it’s awfully nice of you, thank you. And he was a jerk. I’d never talk to you like that.”

I smiled with a little giggle, “Ahh you’re sweet. But I don’t think you’d talk to anyone like that. You’d get your ass kicked!”

He actually laughed at my joke and I could see him relax the second he heard it. We didn’t say much the rest of the ride as the cool night air rushed through us as I headed home.

We pulled into the parking lot of my apartment on 31st and walked up to my third-floor unit. I had lived in the sorority house for the last 2 years but wanted a little more independence in my last year. It was a gorgeous little apartment that was just perfect for me and I cherished my new-found privacy and freedom from the house.

Randy walked in and politely removed his leather shoes at the door before walking any further. I couldn’t help but pick them up and smile at their small size and the inch-high lifts in them. His feet were probably half the size of mine and I laughed as I thought how little they would look if we sized them up side by side.

“I love your place Virginia,” he told me as he wandered into my living room.

“Well thank you,” I replied and walked across the room to grab a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses. I sashayed back towards him with a little snap in each hip until noticed his clothes were covered in filth and blood, “Look at you. Let’s get you cleaned up. I’ll take your clothes for the washer and you have a shower.”

Randy looked like a deer in headlights as I led him into my bathroom, “But I’ve got nothing to wear.”

I smiled, “Don’t you worry about that. I’m sure I can find something. Now give me your clothes and I’ll bring you something to cover up with,” then I stood in the doorway of the bathroom leaving him no where to hide. “Come on now. Get those clothes off,” I ordered with a grin. Silently he stripped down to nothing while I watched on as I stood shocked as all get out that he had done it. I don’t know why I told him to it as this was completely out of my character to do something so forward. I half expected him to tell me to get out but he didn’t. Instead, he stripped right in front of me! I was just tickled that he hadn’t had the courage to speak up but as I admired his scrawny little body a strange surge of heat ran through me and I turned back out of the room. After fucking my share of men, why the hell was I getting turned on by this man who was almost half my size?

I bahçelievler escort took his clothes and dropped them in my washer with some detergent before pouring a couple glasses of wine for us then went to my closet to find something I’d enjoy seeing him in. Jimmy had T shirts and trunks I could have given him, but I had this urge to see him in something of mine and found a pink silk robe that fell just below my ass cheeks. After changing into a red satin robe of my own and a pair of matching 4″ sling backs, I walked back in the bathroom without so much as a knock, “I couldn’t find anything better than this,” I told him with a smirk as I laid it over the towel bar.

Randy’s naked body glistened in my glassed shower as his eyes just fixed on me in complete shock, “Ahh, oh. Uhm ok,” he uttered as I broke out laughing. Through the glass, he had the tightest little derriere and the muscles of his scrawny body rippled beneath his skin, but it was the size of his cock that put me over the edge. I guess I had just assumed his cock would be full and thick just like every other man I’d had. Then again, not even one of them had ever been 97 pound weakling either.

I turned and left the room still laughing then grabbed my wine and headed out onto the deck to admire the night sky. This would be interesting, if even unremarkable. A one-night fling to with Randy still might be fun but I knew his mouth would be my highlight. Rock hard, it couldn’t have been more than 3 inches long. I had no idea they came so small. Even though my heart sank a bit, I was so horny I knew even his baby carrot cock would give me some pleasure.

When Randy came out on the deck, he looked so cute. My robe dropped down to his knees and the sleeves hung well past his finger tips. I couldn’t help but laugh, “Well bless your heart, don’t you just look precious,” I declared as I stood over him. Between my own 6’3″ frame, my heels, and the fact that he was swimming in my little pink robe he looked even smaller and more vulnerable than he already was. “Let’s get you some wine,” and followed him back inside.

As I closed the French doors to the outside, I noticed the two of us standing in my mirror. I looked like a giant compared to him. His head topped off about level with my nipples but it was my shoulders and back that shocked me as my body was just thicker and stronger than his. He looked like a weakling. My shoulders, which were little orbs of iron made his scrawny body look even smaller while my back and chest looked enormous compared to his own. Because of my size, my breasts didn’t looked that large normally, but standing over him, they looked like shelves he could hide under. I looked and felt invincible with him.

I handed him his glass then told him to join me as I sat down on the couch. He was jittery and struggled to look at me again as I tried to get him to talk. He wasn’t at all comfortable, so I wrapped my arm around him and whispered how I loved his bashful nature and how wet he was making me while I pinned him against the arm rest and kissed the nape of his neck.

Never in my life had I ever considered being with such a little man. Never in a million years would I have ever paid attention to someone like Randy. At the same time, I felt so hot as I thought about how helpless he was next to me. I didn’t think to dominate him let alone hurt him, but the simple fact he was powerless compared to me was unimaginably erotic. I ached to fuck this little weakling in my bed and took a hold of his wiener with my thumb and index finger to stroke it ever so gently while his hormones took the better of him. He suddenly couldn’t put two words together and his breath trembled in sync with each little pump.

“I have a question for you Randall,” I asked rolling his head between my fingers.

He was breathing heavy and had that deer in headlights look again, “S-s-sure.”

I kissed his lips and drove my tongue down between his teeth, “Are you a virgin baby?”

His breathing stopped, and his eyes looked away as I gripped his hair and kept his head still, “Uhm, well. You see.”

“Shhhhhh- no bullshit here baby. Are you a virgin?” I repeated myself.

“Yes,” he answered and closed his eyes in embarrassment.

I laughed and kissed his lips, “Everyone’s gotta start sometime baby. You’re just a little later than others.”

He couldn’t stand to look at me at that point and kept his eyes closed as he talked, “Ya but you’d think by the time I turned 22, I’d have done it.”

“No sweetheart, I don’t,” I lied, “but let’s fix this tonight alright baby?”

He looked up at me as my body continued to crush him into my couch, “Ok, that would be good.”

“Oh honey, I better be something more than just good,” then squeezed his pecker between my fingers and watched him wince, “I’m going to be unforgettable.”

I talked most of the time as all he could get out were simple one-line sentences as I stroked his hair with one hand and while the nails my other bounced from his thighs to his cock to keep him on edge. I was in control and I loved it. He was putty to me and I knew he’d agree to anything I wanted that evening because after all, I was about to deflower him.

He sat rigid as a 2 by 4 though and I knew he had no idea what to do. That made him even cuter.

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“Time’s up!” echoed the Relief Officer. All this while, she had been timing Nick’s permitted duration of relief on her stopwatch. A mere ten minutes. Sadly, that never gave him any relief. All what happened during those ten minutes is build up. A strong buildup of pressure waves in his bladder. Truth was that… he had to pee worse than before!

As she leaned over, replaced and locked the latching device over his bloated crotch, she noted the frantic look on his face – almost as if he were begging her for more time. “I’m sorry Nick. I really wish that I could grant you more time. Maybe even a little leak to relieve that pressure. But unfortunately, rules don’t permit me to do so.”

Nick’s cock and bladder ached with the tremendous need for release as the latching device locked over his fullness. His pee organ and urinary bladder throbbed violently in an attempt to push out the contents. But he held it with all his might, doing all what he could to keep it in – leaning forward, rocking back and forth, jiggling his legs, fanning his legs, bouncing on his seat, edging. None of this helped. There was only one solution – let it all out!

The woman eyed the bulge in his pants as it contracted and popped out rhythmically. “It’s only for a couple of hours more Nick. After that, you can pee to your heart’s desire.”

“I won’t last that long,” he breathed through the thin sheen of sweat on his face.

“You can do it Nick. You have to.”

All the while, Nick struggled to drive. He was having a tough time trying to concentrate on the traffic. There were all the chances of an accident. He was bursting. Beyond words. And all what we wanted was to take that piss. All of a sudden, the money didn’t matter. It was what made him sign up for this job in the first place. He ataşehir escort was ready to lose it all. His job. His money. Anything for that long and hard blissful piss in the toilet. But then he remembered, he doesn’t get to take that. After his shift, he had to report to his manager without fail. With his painfully full bladder! That gruelling meeting usually took around thirty minutes. He would be edging on his seat… dying for that piss… waiting desperately for it to get over so that he could empty his contents into a special cup in the manager’s room. This cup was connected to a device that measured the authenticity of the fluids poured into it. It could calculate when this urine started to form in the body, since when it had been stored in the bladder and the amount of urine that had been lost through spurting, leaking or cheating. Based on this information, the device would display the percentage of authenticity, desperation endured in the day and fullness level of the bladder. This was what determined his pay for the day. Or even his cut for the day or week! Which was how it turned out most of the time. Not many could manage to get their hands on that handsome pay every time. Most of the senior drivers do though! Through time and training, they had learnt to control their bladders and hold it all in. They are the ones who always manages to pick up that hefty pay plus bonuses.

The younger drivers like Nick were still learning. The level of control over their bladders were just not good enough. Halfway through the job, most of them would finally figure out that this was all a bad idea. The dream of pocketing that huge pay would seem like a distant dream and they would try to quit their jobs. But that’s where the catch is! While joining, they had avcılar escort signed an agreement which clearly states that… “any employee of Eco Express who wishes to resign from his duties would be required to undergo the resignation formality. This is a 24 hour extensive procedure in which the employee would be required to take in plenty of fluids every ten to fifteen minutes. There would be zero bathroom breaks. On successful completion of this procedure, the employee would be credited to his bank account with an additional $100,000.00”.

But of course, none of them could complete this procedure. It was simply not possible with the amount of fluids they had to consume and the limited breaks. The next clause states that “if the employee fails to complete the procedure, he would be (i) required to pay $100,000.00 in damages to the company and (ii) resume duties without pay, or until all dues are cleared.”

Meanwhile, Nick had shot a long spurt of piss into his pants.

“Oh no Nick. You’re going to get into trouble,” the Relief Officer warned.

“I’m trying,” he said, shaking. “I’m just not able to hold it in anymore.”

The bus began to stall, shifting in between neck breaking acceleration and to a point where it almost shuts down. Nick could neither control the bus nor his bladder.

“Hang on,” said the Relief Officer and pointed a device to his trembling cock. It looked like one of those electronic thermometers.

The device displayed a number in digital red – 115%

She looked at her watch and then to the street before them. “You’ve got four more hours left. Do you think that you can wait till then?”

She slowly turned her gaze to him and finds him bouncing on the edge of his seat in utter desperation. “Your avrupa yakası escort bladder is a 115% full. You’re holding good.”

That made him more desperate – knowing how full he was!

The Relief Officer paused as a loud trickle caught her attention. When the beeper started to sound its alarm, it all became clear. Nick was pissing his pants.

“Oh no you don’t!” She leapt forward and pointed the desperation meter at his crotch. The latching device tightened its hold over his swollen dick, thereby shutting down the involuntary flow of urine.

Nick, crippled by desperation, curled into himself. His stomach cramped terribly as the piss got locked in. “Please, stop,” he begged.

“Hold it in, you can do it,” she encouraged.

“Please, my bladder’s bursting, I’m hurting badly… please…”

She sighed and pointed the desperation meter at his crotch once again. When she did, the latching device throbbed over his erection. It slid up and down his cock, simulating a “hold it – jerking.”

Nick groaned and hissed as the device gave him a sense of growing pleasure over his utter desperation.

She pointed the meter at his crotch again. This time, the reading displayed 85%.

Meanwhile, Nick was still having a tough time driving. The latching devices’ sliding action over his cock speeded up, giving him the feeling of approaching orgasm.

“I’m about to cum… anytime.” he announced through a tortured groan.

“Well, we don’t have to go that far,” saying this, she restored the latching device to its normal functions. “The only purpose of this action is to give you relief. To help you hold longer. Cumming is not part of this exercise.”

Nick wasn’t too happy at this. He was enjoying it and wanted to cum. He tried to fan his legs in an attempt to relieve that growing feeling. Growing. He looked down and realized that his cock had grown to its full length. A good 8 inches. A length that he had never achieved before.

“That’s one big boner,” said the Relief Officer quietly. “You’re going to have to reward me well tonight.”

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A man was sitting in front of a mirror with lights all around it. Two girls were hurrying to get his make-up fixed, because, as they said, no one in the industry goes without make-up, not even the men.

The man was in his late thirties. With his dark hair and his big eyebrows, people would generally describe him as charismatic. Still he exposed doubts to the girls running to get his make-up done.

‘It’s just that… I’m kinda unsure about my position now. I’m 38. I mean, what am I doing here? Why don’t I get a real job?’

Then a young man with trembling hands entered the room.

He must have been 19, maybe 18, but no older than 20.

The boy sat down in front of the enlightened mirror next to the first man. The second he sat down, two girls showed up to do his make-up.

‘Hi sweetie, we’re here to do your face. Now don’t worry, we’re just gonna make you look a little browner on camera. You look so pale!’

The older man looked at the boy. He had never seen so much anxiety in a face.

‘Are you all right there, son?’

‘Yeah,’ he said in a trembling voice, ‘yes. How long have you been in this?’

‘For about twelve years now,’ the man answered in honesty, ‘and I’ve never done any scene like this before. Why are you in it?’

The boy looked down. ‘It’s just… I don’t want to have any inhibitions. No inhibitions,’ he said with a sudden strength in his voice.

The other man agreed. ‘No inhibitions.’

Together they walked through the complex. They came across rooms with all kinds of themes: girls with men, girls with black men, big men with small men, grandma’s with grandpa’s. Around the place there were tables with attributes: dildo’s, gas masks, teddy bears. Animals were scattered around the rooms, animals like dogs, cats and horses, though they even saw an Indian guy with an elephant on a string.

Then finally they had reached their room of destination. It didn’t have a bed like lots of the other rooms had, instead there was a table with two fragile chairs besides it. On the table was a large glass.

The young boy looked at the glass with pupils that were bigger than ever. It was as if all the fears he had ever had, were concentrated in this glass.

‘So this is it,’ the dark haired man said against the staff. It was not until then that the younger fellow noticed the camera’s and the camera personnel that were all over the place.

‘Yes,’ a man in a chair with ‘director’ on it said, ‘time for some action.’

He stood up to explain some things.

‘In the first scene, we will focus on you,’ he directed the younger man to the table, ‘here’s your cup, you know what you have to do.’

The boy nodded and stared into the glass.

‘And you,’ the director said to the other man, ‘will have to make sure not to get in front of the camera’s yet. Because if you atakent escort do, he will have to do it all over again.’

The young boy’s eyes widened.

‘Now, some music!’

An assisting girl pushed the play-button of a CD-player in the corner of the room. The romantic ‘Lovers theme’ by Hervé Roy sounded throughout the room.

‘Good,’ the director commented. He sat down in the chair saying ‘director’ again.

‘When I say cut, we start,’ the director said, and right after that he said: ‘CUT!’

The boy stood with his back to the camera, but turned his head around to see the cup, which he was holding between his legs.

He stamped with his feet a bit, like dogs do when they’re about to excrete faeces.

The boy’s anus widened. A thick piece of poop came out. Although it had the light brown colour of diarrhoea, it was a big and long piece. After this, more pieces came out.

When the boy had finished pooping, he looked in the camera with something that looked like the beginning of a smile on his face.

‘CUT,’ the director screamed. ‘I can see you ate what we told you to eat. Excellent.’

Now the boy really smiled, with a triumphal glance on his face.

‘Now put the cup on the table, boy,’ the director said, sitting in his chair and looking at the screenplay. ‘It’s time for you to enter the scene,’ he said to the charismatic man.

As both men sat in the chairs, they stared at each other. They knew what was about to come.

The director mumbled to himself: ‘Didn’t we forget anything? The cup, the lights, some romantic music, it’s all there. Oh right,’ he remembered, ‘get these men some spoons!’

Instantly a girl came running forward to hand the men their spoons.

The spoons were long and had a small eating part, as if they were used in an ice cream bar.

‘CUT!’ The director’s scream announced the final scene.

The boy looked anxiously at the man.

The man poked the yellow brown mass with his spoon a bit, took a bit of it in his mouth and swallowed it.

The young one followed his gesture. He took some of the brown mass in his spoon and ate it.

The camera zoomed in on his face. His eyes showed a combination of disgust and willpower, as if they expressed how the repulsive taste of poop was unsurprisingly close to its smell.

Now the older man began to take bigger parts on his spoon. He didn’t chew, he just swallowed.

Then, at a certain point, he encountered a part he could not deal with.

He tried to swallow it, but it came back to his mouth and he spit it back in the glass. Then he gulped it down for a second time, but it came up again and he let it flow in the glass. The piece became more engulfed by the man’s spit, but still he could not get it down.

The boy, still stiff from fear, watched this ataköy escort process repeat several times.

Then the man had swallowed it. A few seconds after the piece of poop had gone down his stomach, he began making a repetitive gesture with his body, as if he was bowing.

Then he stood up, straightened his back and leaned over the boy.

The man’s stomach clinched, he opened his mouth and a big stream of vomit came out.

The vomit, which was largely yellow ochre coloured with greenish parts of food in it, came out in a stream that was almost unbelievably fat, long and lasting. When the man was done vomiting, he wiped his chin by using his hand.

The young boy had yellowish vomit over his head, his hair and his chest. With his hands he cleaned his face a bit and he stared at the man.

His back was bent, his body clinched, and the previous look of fear in his eyes was replaced by a look of sadness.

The old man caressed his vomit-covered face with his hand. He bent over to the boy to kiss him softly on his vomit-covered lips.

‘Don’t go off script,’ the director shouted.

But the boy rose and kissed the man firmly on his lips. They French-kissed, swallowing once in a while because of the bricks of vomit sliding down the boy’s face.

The man made the boy to turn. The boy lay his hands on the table, with the poop-filled glass in front of him, and spread his legs apart. He made the swinging gesture with his butt again, but this time it was not to poop.

Behind him, the man let his hand glide past his erected penis, decided it was hard enough and tried to put it in the firmly formed boy butt.

It didn’t work.

One of the camera personnel shouted: ‘Use the poop!’

The director gave both the cameraman and the actor an angry look.

The man nodded behind the young boy’s back and dug his hand in the glass. He grasped a hand full of poop.

The poop he smeared over his penis, making it brown with parts of poop clinging onto it.

The rest of the poop he forced against the boy’s butt. With a few fingers he probed the poop back into the butt.

He cleaned his hands a bit by smearing the remaining poop over the boy’s firm butt cheeks. It created clear hand shapes of poop on the white butt.

To add a bit extra, the man slapped the boy with his hand.

‘Don’t!’ The director was furious now.

The staff however advocated otherwise.

‘Hit him!’

‘Fuck him!’

‘Don’t listen to the director!’

‘Fuck him hard!’

The man, cheered on by the cameramen, took his dick in his hand and slit it through the poop in the young boy’s asshole.

The boy gasped. His eyes closed a bit. He pushed his butt so that the penis would pierce his ass completely and he took it all.

The man started shoving his dick atalar escort inside and outside of the boy’s poop-filled arse.

His hands were cupping the boy’s vomit-covered chest muscles. His fingers circled the boy’s erected nipples and cleared them of vomit.

The camera personnel reacted to the scene by scattering all over the place. All around the table, where the boy was being fucked, camera’s and cameramen were witnessing the spectacle.

The man fucked the boy without remorse or empathy, he fucked him hard and fast.

At a certain point the man took a break to kiss the boy’s lips. The boy kissed back.

The man licked some vomit off the boy’s cheek to share it with him in a French kiss.

The personnel cheered. They went wild.

‘Yeah man! Fuck him!’

‘Give him what he needs!’

‘Fuck harder!’

Some cameramen were still rolling their camera’s, excited to capture what was happening, and some were jumping, wooing and applauding.

The director tried to break the scene.

‘Stop! This is not in the script! You two, stop it! CUT!’

The man and the boy gave each other a look of understanding. They quit fucking.

The director looked at them with an expression of anger and disbelief.

The man took another grasp of the poop in the glass. The boy made the same gesture.

‘What are you doing with the cup…’ The director could not believe it.

Then, in a sudden attack, the two men smeared poop all over the director’s neat suit and over his face cheeks.

The director still had a look of being dismantled over him, when the man rid his front and pushed his poop-covered penis against the director’s crotch. The boy slammed his arms around the director and jammed his erected cock against the backside of his poop-covered suit.

Together they masturbated their dirty cocks by using the director’s body. They painted, moaned and pumped against the director until their cocks shot white loads of sperm over him.

The camera staff applauded, raised their hands in the air and bonked their bodies against the threesome to express their excitement.

Then a man with a red cap and a name card saying ‘Director’ entered the room.

‘Cut,’ he calmly said, with camera’s behind him being turned off.

‘Excellent work,’ he commented, ‘good acting.’

‘Thanks,’ the poop-and-sperm-covered ‘director’ said.

All ‘camera personnel’ and the actors were handed towels to clean themselves.

While they were cleaning up, the man with the ‘Director’ name card reminded them: ‘Don’t forget! I’ll see you all at next week’s auditions for the sequel, 1man1cup.’

The boy sighed.

This time, the boy showed neither fear nor arousal, he showed sheer excitement over what he had just been part of.

He smiled at the older man. As they were still standing quite close to each other, the boy made a gesture as if he wanted to kiss the man one last time, but he didn’t.

‘Hey,’ the man said, ‘if you want to kiss me, kiss me. No inhibitions, remember?’

The boy agreed. ‘No inhibitions.’

They kissed and smiled at each other.

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Alan had been stuck in his office the last few days poring over some complex paperwork and felt the need to get out. The weather was looking fine for a walk in the hills above his home to get some fresh air and exercise to clear away the cob webs.

He thought he’d take his binoculars along as there was bound to be some wildlife to watch, whether birds or some deer. Alan was a bit of a loner; bright but somewhat introverted. He’d had a few brief relationships but nothing recently, though he thought the walk would do wonders for both his physical and mental health.

After getting his walking boots on and rucksack packed with a day’s supply of food and water he soon passed above town along some little used tracks. The warm sunshine and the varied fragrances of the vegetation soon lifted his spirits as did the bird song.

An hour or so after leaving the main town Alan could hear a dog barking and some clucking chickens nearby. He noticed there were some gaps in an otherwise dense hedge to his left. Peering through one of the gaps he could see there was a semi-dilapidated shack with the dog sitting outside the porch wagging his tail. He could see there were a few chickens scratching around and then he spotted a woman of about 30 working in some vegetable plots.

Looking through his binoculars in the gap he could see her much better. Though she was fairly slim she was well toned from working outside. She had long auburn hair that was tied into a ponytail that dangled over half-way down her back.

She had a rosy-cheeked complexion from the sunshine and she had a fairly long nose which gave her a distinctive face. Not exactly pretty but something attractive about it. In the warm sunshine she had a light top on with her sleeves rolled up.

As Alan looked at her, he was beginning to think he may have seen her in the town the previous week, though her hair wasn’t tied into a ponytail then but hanging loose. Lowering his gaze down her frame and beyond her skirt which fell to just below her knees he realised, yes this was definitely the same woman he’d seen previously.

Though he thought the face and long auburn hair were quite distinctive, what really made him realise it was the same person were her legs. When he first encountered her a week or so earlier her legs immediately caught his attention as he gazed down. Though she had on a fairly long skirt he couldn’t help but notice her shapely calves were hairy. Not just a light growth of hair but a pretty dense covering of long brownish hairs all around them; a truly furry covering!

Now Alan had been to college and certainly while he was there it wasn’t uncommon to see a few women with hairy legs and/or pits, but none had had such hirsute calves as this woman. They were certainly the hairiest he’d ever seen on a woman and he didn’t realise they could get quite so hairy. They certainly beat his own in the hair stakes!

Alan was certainly fascinated by this woman. She was different to those in town where most were pretty conventional. He admired her as he watched her toil, weeding through her rows of vegetables. Her very hairy legs didn’t turn him off her, though at that point they weren’t especially doing anything to drive him wild, but he was intrigued by her.

While he watched her he started to think about some of the unshaved female students from his college days. Though he clearly remembered a few with untrimmed visible body hair, in his own class they seemed somewhat more conservative in comparison. From memory only a couple came to mind. First was willowy Helen, a very attractive hippie chick with long flowing dark brown hair and usually wearing floral tops and dresses. He remembers her slim arms were covered with a dense down of fine dark hairs and when she had on sleeveless tops her abundant dense dark pit hair was difficult to miss. By contrast though, he remembered her calves and the lower part of her thighs above her knees were always clean-shaven, though as she was a very popular lay, he had heard she had a very impressive bush that spread well onto her inner thighs!

The other student in his class was a very different looking woman. Very much a tomboyish type with an unruly mop of dark blonde hair. Like the hair on her head she had soft dark-blonde fuzz on her arms and some impressive growth under her arms. When he’d seen Amy in shorts, unlike Helen, her thighs were noticeably furry and natural. Her calves did get shaved, but not too frequently as more often than not they were pretty stubbly, but Alan didn’t recall them ever getting to fully grow out. Perhaps she let them grow out in the winter when she was covered in woolly tights or jeans?

After forty minutes or so watching the woman work he decided it was time to continue exploring around the woods and meadows around the hills. Despite the welcome distractions of being out in nature his mind kept returning to the woman whom he’d been watching. After a while something jogged his mind about a conversation he’d had with acıbadem escort a friend in a bar a few months back. He remembered him talking about a couple who were trying to make a living, being partly self-sufficient up in the hill. Apparently the woman, called Ruth had been a teacher in a nearby village, but decided to leave the profession a couple of years back to live a simpler lifestyle. Her partner Jim did a number of various outside jobs including some forestry, a bit of building work and sometimes helping out on some nearby farms.

On his way back Alan had another peep through the hole in the hedge to see if Ruth was still there. There was no sign so she may have been inside, but as he headed to home she’d become like a song that sits in your head; an ear worm. No matter where Alan’s thoughts wandered they seemed to return to his intrigue in Ruth.

In the evening while he had a beer while watching some bland TV his thoughts again turned to Ruth. He was partly fascinated by the hairiness of her legs as it was something he hadn’t seen quite like hers before. Would she have shaved them when she worked in the school or perhaps she kept them under cover? Alan then remembered a conversation some months ago when somebody was talking about teachers in his son’s school and referred to one as Miss Hairy Legs-could it have been Ruth?

Though still not explicitly excited by Ruth’s furry gams at this stage he began to wonder what they felt like? He’d certainly liked to have run his hands up and down them for the novel experience! His thoughts also wandered to how hairy she’d be elsewhere? Given her calves were clearly unshaven, he suspected on his limited experience of hairy girls at college, that is was almost a certainty that everywhere else would be totally natural too if the legs were hairy.

He pondered how wild her bush would be and how far it might extend down her thighs and equally anticipated the untamed bushiness of her pits? By now Alan was getting pretty aroused as his thoughts explored the potential of Ruth’s natural body. Removing his bulging dick through his zip he imagined the aroma of sunshine on her body and the new sweatiness of her pits and groin. He dreamt of burying his head in her musty hairy pits and licking them dry. After satisfyingly jerking himself off Alan managed to think about getting ready for work in the morning.

Over the coming days as he was stuck in his dull cramped office his thoughts would often return to watching Ruth in her kitchen garden and having lascivious thoughts about her.

Alan noticed the weather was looking very warm for the weekend and he felt compelled to return to his journey of the previous week and hopefully spot Ruth again. He was certainly getting an infatuation with this different woman.

Fortunately the forecast proved accurate as Alan set off once again with his rucksack and of course his powerful optics to surreptitiously observe Ruth. It was certainly a lot warmer than the previous weekend and Alan felt the sweat trickle off his brow in the hot sunshine.

His luck was in as he saw Ruth walking up to a wooden stool outside her cabin. Given the weather her clothing was minimal with a shorter skirt a couple of inches above her knees and a sleeveless top. Ruth had little in the cleavage department so she had no need for a bra. Unlike her hirsute shins, Alan could see no visible hair on the exposed part of her thighs. However as she sat down she raised her arms up to tie her long mane up.

This was a vision Alan wouldn’t forget! Nestling in her pits was the lushest pit hair he’d ever seen. If he’d thought his old college buddy Helen had very hairy pits, this was on a higher level. The hair was long, dark and dense, strongly contrasting with her paler, if slightly tanned, skin. Through his binoculars he could see the hair was visibly wet with sweat and beads of moisture.

If body hair hadn’t truly excited him before, Alan was now really turned on by this hairy sensory landscape. He longed to smell the aromas and to taste it with his tongue. With her hair now tied up her arms were returned to her side but he could still see magical strands sticking out.

At this moment. Alan set eyes on Ruth’s partner Jim for the first time as he came out the door to sit on the other seat. Jim was tall and toned with several days of stubble on his face. His bare top revealed a lightly hairy but muscular chest. Alan was amused at how much hairier Ruth’s calves looked compared to the modest fair growth on those of Jim, though the darkness of her hair made them stand out so much more.

Alan couldn’t really hear much of the conversation but there seem to be a lot of light-hearted banter between them. Ruth then raised one of her hairy legs and placed the sole of her foot against Jim’s crotch and gently rubbed it against his kit.

Ruth was giggling as Jim started to get an erection from this foot stimulation but he picked her leg off and began to run his fingers akbatı escort through the dense growth on her shapely calf, roughing up the hairs, making them stand more upright and less orderly.

Jim then picked Ruth up in his strong arms and they began a passionate embrace as their lips locked tightly. Coming up for breath Jim then removed her top and buried his face in one of Ruth’s sweaty, furry pits. Alan was green with envy but was enjoying the display of affection and lust.He could certainly hear gasps and grunts as Jim enthusiastically licked the moist axillary fur.

Alan realised he was getting quite a damp patch at the front of his shorts as he observed their antics. He suddenly realised he was really turned on by Ruth’s hairy pits. Though he was loving the show he decided to move on for a bit, have his lunch and return an hour or so later.

When Alan returned some time later he certainly wasn’t prepared for what was to come next! Ruth was again sitting on the wooden seat and had her left leg crossed over her other knee and was running her fingers through the long hairs carpeting the front of her calf.

What was there that hadn’t been there earlier was an old tin bath in front of where Ruth was sitting. Soon Jim reappeared and began filling the tub with water from a hose. Ruth then placed her calves in the cool water before lifting them up, the thick fuzz flattened against the skin and Alan was intrigued by the fascinating patterns of the hairs as the water drained away.

Alan was still somewhat mystified about why she was doing this? Jim then came out of the door and sat down and Alan could see he had a bar of soap in his hand. Wetting the soap, Jim then vigorously massaged one of Ruth’s wet furry legs with suds before putting the soap down. As Jim briefly returned inside she peered at the untidy tangle of hairs immersed in a soapy lather on her leg.

Returning outside it was now obvious to Alan what he was about to witness as Jim wielded a long blade in his hands. Alan initially felt a sense of shock as what was about to occur was not something he could have anticipated. Yet as Ruth placed her left foot on Jim’s right thigh he was feeling a sense of anticipation and even excitement as the adrenalin coursed through his system.

Placing the straight razor in his right hand Jim held Ruth’s ankle with the other hand and started to remove the first of the wet, soapy hair from just above her ankle leaving much paler skin in its wake. Thick dark strands of matted hairs fell to the ground and Jim had to tap the blade against the bath to remove excess fuzz stuck to the sharp blade. Moving up Ruth’s now slightly less furry calf towards the knee, Jim had completed the first strip of hair removal, revealing bare skin in the wake.

Ruth had a big grin on her face as she watched her partner shave her. Initially she seemed to be watching her leg hair fly to oblivion, other times just looking lovingly at her partner shaved her, but also Alan noticed her looking at his crutch. Alan himself was feeling pretty excited watching her furry gams being efficiently depilated. It was strangely mesmerising as Jim continued removing swathes of long hair from Ruth’s calf. Alan felt weirdly excited watching the blade slide through the hairs and watching the hairs cascade down to earth.

Though Alan hadn’t been especially aroused by Ruth’s hairy legs before he was now feeling really turned on watching this. It all seemed very sensual and very erotically charged watching the change from feral furry pins to silky smooth ones, enhanced by the obvious thrill Ruth herself seemed to be experiencing by her lover’s pampering.

Fortunately Alan’s location here was one seldom explored by others and his excitement was proving too much, so he removed his solid, leaking penis to discretely wank himself as Jim held up the calf to remove the hair remaining on the back of the leg. The first calf was now looking so different, devoid of the fur coat that had been covering it. But Jim went thoroughly over it a second time to remove the odd hair that escaped execution and a few small bristly hairs just below Ruth’s knee which he’d left to last, to be careful not to inflict any cuts here.

Alan was hooked! First of all he’d been overcome by the pure erotic thrill of seeing Ruth’s magnificently hairy pits and then overwhelmed by the excitement of watching her furry calf being being skilfully defuzzed.

This was half time and there were a few laughs between Jim and Ruth as she stretched out her newly denuded calf next to her wet, still hirsute right leg, making some unheard (to Alan) witty comments and pointing at her legs.

Though probably only five minutes before work began on the second calf it seemed like forever to Alan as he anticipated the next clean shave. He wasn’t quite sure why he found it so exciting to watch but it seemed to effect a sexual desire on a deep visceral level. Certainly there was a special intimacy between aksaray escort the lovers as Ruth was being shaved, the sensual rhythm of the razor sliding though her dense follicles and watching the hair fall away with the resulting smoothness.

It was probably a relief for Alan’s spent, over-excited dick when the final swathes of hair were removed. As Jim returned inside with the blade, Ruth smiled as she looked down at her newly smooth, hairless calves and ran her hands up and down them, which again aroused Alan still hidden behind the hedge.

As Jim returned, Ruth jumped up running her hands through his chest hair and then cupping his stubbly chin as she locked her lips against his, showing her gratitude for his loving handiwork with the long blade on her hairy legs.

She then slid down Jim’s torso and unzipped him. His bulging penis sprung out with immediate release from its confinement. She gently ran her hands up and down the shaft while kissing and licking the thick head. This was far better than any ice cream!

Gently lifting Ruth off his manhood he removed her skimpy top and to Alan’s delight from the wings, he watched Jim raise an arm and bury his head in her wild furry pit hair, no doubt warm, sweaty and suitable aromatic. While indulging in some furry pit love he also unzipped Ruth’s skirt for it to fall to her smooth ankles.

From his seclusion Alan was left wide-eyed as for the first time he could see Ruth naked. He knew her bush would be pretty hairy but what he saw was truly impressive and his previously spent dick was beginning to respond accordingly. Ruth’s bush was the definition of hirsute- a wonderful wild jungle of dense long dark hairs that seemed to spread in every direction. While the part of her thighs just above her knees looked relatively hairless before, the top of her thighs had a dense covering of hairs, extending a good quarter of the length down them.

Jim was now ready for action and placed his thick dancing dick through the dense furry cover into Ruth’s eager vagina and pumped furiously until his load was fired, while at the same time licking and kissing Ruth’s face and rather flat breasts.

Ruth was now looking very flushed and red in the face and followed with more tender intimacy. Jim placed one of her feet in his mouth, sucking her toes while stroking those calves he’d so lovingly and carefully shaved a little while ago. Leaving the toes, he ran his mouth up her fresh smoothness, licking and gently kissing her calf before running his fingers through the long hairs on her inner thighs. Embracing his lover he then removed a comb from his back pocket and began to groom her thick pubes, running the teeth through the dense hairs and fluffing it all out, making it seem even hairier if that were possible!

After watching Jim and Ruth have tender moments for half an hour, Jim turned Ruth over and for the first time Alan could see her naked rear for the first time. Seeing her like this it looked like she had a large beard hanging down her undercarriage while at the same time Alan could see the hair extended round to her cheek crevices, with a dense furry lining to them, which Jim was gently fingering and then licking with feverish excitement. Alan couldn’t believe his luck to then watch Jim fuck furry Ruth from behind, with she squealed loudly as his dick throbbed back and forth.

At this point it was time to slip back home as he’d overdosed on adult entertainment for one day! He also realised how much certain things turned him on more than he’d realised. There was something so erotic in the spectacle of wild full hair in a woman’s pits and pubic area. He was also appreciative of the leg hair too though watching them being shaved was incredibly arousing to watch.

Following a shower and a quick beer at home, Alan decided to head down to a bar in town as the sun went down. He’d just finished his first drink when amazingly he spotted a couple heading in his direction to the bar. Though he recognised them they wouldn’t know him. A real case of serendipity as hand in hand, Ruth and Jim headed for an empty table one table away from where Alan was sitting.

Ruth looked amazing with her long mane of auburn hair hanging down. As she sat on the road side edge of the bar the last rays of evening sunshine shone down making her hair look on fire. Her skirt slipped up a little showing a little bit of thigh above the knee. At this much closer distance he could see they weren’t quite as hairless as they looked at a distance. The sun enhanced a few short fine dark hairs above her knees which contrasted with the newly smooth landscape below her knees. Alan felt a tingle of excitement as he knew how hairy they were just a few inches higher up!

Alan wondered whether the leg shaving was for a special date night tonight? They clearly hadn’t seen a razor for many months at least and possibly much longer. He was also intrigued as to whether she had suggested it or perhaps Jim? Whoever, they both clearly enjoyed the intimate procedure. And so had he!

After a little while as Jim went to the loo she played with her mane raising her arms enough to reveal the dense hair in her pits. Alan could almost taste them from here and he could certainly detect a womanly earthy odour from them to his delight!

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