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Staying with FriendsI recently traveled to London for a conference. Rather than paying the normal ridiculous prices charged for hotels in London I made contact with some old school friends and asked if I could stay with them. They readily agreed; always keen to meet up with friends from “home”.Geoff and Linda were the ideal couple; they had been going out since early in High School. They were both very good at every sport they tried, both very good academically and both very good looking. Geoff is 6ft 2in, with blonde hair and a good build while Linda is blonde with a beautiful milky complexion and a stunning body.I arrived at Heathrow on the Sunday afternoon and both Geoff and Linda were waiting to meet me at the arrivals terminal. I had not seen them for about 10 years and was very keen to see if age had treated them both well. I walked out into the public area and immediately spotted them standing in the crowded terminal. Geoff looked a little older with wisps of grey hair starting to show, while Linda looked as beautiful as ever. Geoff had omitted to tell me that she was pregnant. I would guess that she was about 6 months pregnant at the time. I have always found pregnant women hugely sexy and Linda was no exception. She was literally glowing. I walked over and we greeted excitedly. I gave Linda a huge hug and could feel her firm tummy pushing into me as she held me tight.“It’s great to see someone from home” she said.“It’s really great to be here” I answered.We walked out of the airport and made our way to the car and on to their home in Guildford. Linda showed me to my room, while Geoff poured us drinks. They had a beautiful big house with a large garden. Geoff business was obviously doing very well.We sat in the lounge and caught up on all the happenings of the past few years and the whereabouts of our mutual school friends. The long flight started to catch up with me and I needed to get some sleep. Geoff told me that they were going out for a scan in the morning to check everything was OK with the baby and he would then need to travel to Paris for business as soon as they were finished at the Gynecologist, he told me that he was expecting to return the following day. He was very apologetic but had no option as the meeting had been scheduled before my arrival in the UK.My eyes were closed and I was fast asleep before my head even hit the pillow. I slept soundly and it was about 9am before I finally woke up the next morning with the sun streaming in my window. I pulled on a T-shirt and wondered downstairs to find my hosts. The house was silent and as I walked into the kitchen I saw a note on the kitchen table from Linda telling me that they had gone for the scan and she would be back around lunchtime. She said to make myself at home until she returned.Being a serious panty lover this was the opportunity I was hoping for. I walked quickly back up the stairs and down the long passage to the main bedroom. I opened the door carefully to be sure that Linda had not returned early but found it empty. The bed was unmade and I saw a pile of clothes strewn across the armchair in the corner of the room. I walked over and looked through the clothes lying on the chair, until I saw a sexy, white lace bra and a match G-string lying over the arm of the chair. I lifted the panties and could immediately see that they were very obviously worn. I wondered whether Linda had slept in them as I could feel the gusset was still damp. I lifted them to my nose and could smell her womanly scent fill my nose.During our last year in school we had all gone on a camping trip and while at the beach swimming I had found Linda’s rucksack on the back seat of the car, she had just changed into her bikini. I had managed to get my hands on a pair of Linda’s panties then and had enjoyed sniffing immensely them while I jerked off later that evening. I had always wondered if she had any idea where her panties had disappeared to. The pair in my hands seemed even better. Her pussy smell was musky and warm and I could only wonder what her pussy would smell like. I had a very good idea that she was probably shaved as there was very little urine smell on her panties. I walked across the room to the closet and opened the doors. Geoff’s clothes were hanging neatly. Not what I was looking for. I opened the next set of doors and saw Linda’s clothes in front of me. To the left was a stack of drawers and I figured that this would probably be where her treasures were hidden. I opened the first drawer to find it filled with her Bra’s. Not my cup of tea, I love a sexy bra when it is filled by a sexy pair of breasts but they do nothing for me in a drawer. The next drawer was just what I was looking for. It was filled with all colours of sexy panties. Linda was obviously a woman after my own heart. Not a pair of full panties in sight, just g-strings and thongs. I ran my hands through her sexy panties and felt something bulky covered by the silky undergarments; obviously more sexy treasures underneath. I lifted the panties away and saw that she had a little box tucked away at the back. I took the box out and opened the lid; a sexual “Pandora’s box”! The box had a medium sized “gel” vibrator, a pair of Benwa Balls and a small pile of photos. I lifted the photos from the bottom of the box and looked at them. They were all of Linda in various poses. Some wearing the sexy knickers I recognized from her panty drawer while other were of Linda wearing only a smile. My earlier hunch had been right; her pussy was completely clean shaven. Her pussy lips were firm and tight and her skin smooth as silk. The last picture in the pile showed her pussy swollen and pink, with cum oozing from between her pussy lips.I took the photos and walked through to the en-suite bathroom. I arranged the photos on the vanity and slipped my pants down to my ankles. My cock was hard and ready, my juices oozing from the tip. Escort bayan I brought the panties to my nose and started to stroke my hard cock. Enjoying the scent of her pussy while looking at pictures, the only way it could get better would be to be between her thighs tonguing her smooth, silky pussy. It was a matter of minutes before I could feel the familiar tightness seconds before my cum started to spurt all over the sink in front of me. I found it hard to stay on my feet. My orgasm was so intense that my legs felt like rubber. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the aroma from her panties as my body recovered. I quickly packed the box away where I had found it and put her panties back on the chair. I hoped that she didn’t notice that they were a lot wetter than when she had left them!Chapter 2I went back to my room and stepped into the shower before Linda returned. By the time I got out of the shower I could hear movement downstairs. Linda was obviously back. Its always incredible how time flies when one is on a sexual mission.I quickly dressed and walked downstairs. Linda was sitting in the kitchen drinking tea when I entered. She looked beautiful. The warm day had meant that she was wearing a loose white sun dress; her underwear clearly visible through the thin fabric. I kissed her lightly as I walked in.“I thought you would never wake up” she said smiling.“I’ve been up a while” I answered, “I was just mooching around until you got home”“What would you like to do today?” she asked.“I’m happy to stay around here and recover from that damn flight; maybe I can buy you dinner tonight?” I asked hopefully.“That sounds fantastic, I know a beautiful French restaurant with an excellent menu and a great wine cellar” she said.Linda and I spent the afternoon relaxing until our agreed dinner date in the evening. I went upstairs to change and was quite sorry I would not be able to get my hands on the sexy panties she had been wearing all day.I was sitting in the lounge waiting for Linda when she came walking down the stairs. She was wearing a pair of white cotton trousers and a loose, pale blue blouse. Her pregnant stomach clearly defined. She looked stunning! We got into the car and she drove us to the restaurant. It was a beautiful restaurant, romantic lighting and music, the perfect atmosphere for a radiant beautiful woman, just a pity she wasn’t mine.We sat down and ordered drinks. Linda was not drinking due to her pregnancy but I ordered a Scotch and Soda. We chatted quietly as we sipped our drinks and during this time I noticed that Linda was starting touch my arm as she talked. I wasn’t sure whether to read anything into this or whether she was just being friendly. We chatted a lot about Geoff and I started to get the distinct feeling that this was not a topic she was keen to discuss.“Forgive me for being forward, but is everything OK between you and Geoff?” I asked quietly.“To be truthful? No! It’s not going very well right now. In fact since my pregnancy began to show things have been really bad.”Her eyes welled up and I could see she was close to tears. As she spoke, her emotions gathered momentum and I could see that she was desperate to share her feelings with someone.“Ever since my pregnancy started to show, Geoff won’t come near me. It’s as though he finds my body repulsive. He has even been talking about moving into the spare room to give me more room in the bed. I don’t want “room”. I want us to be like we were before. He hasn’t come near me for at least 4 months. I feel ugly enough as it is without him making it worse.” She poured her heart out to me. Her eyes welling with tears and her voice quivering as she spoke. She seemed almost relieved to be able to share her feeling with someone. I could only guess she saw me as a neutral party.“Firstly,” I said “Get the word ugly out of your mind. You were always the most beautiful girl in the class and your pregnancy makes you look even better. If Geoff finds that a turn-off then he is a bigger fool than I thought! I think that when a woman is pregnant, she looks her most beautiful!”Linda reached over and took my hand in hers.“You don’t know how much that means to me.” She said.We continued our dinner without broaching the topic of Geoff or her pregnancy. By the time the bill arrived we were both quite keen to get home.We drove home in silence. My mind filled with the sights I had enjoyed from the photos earlier in the day. Geoff had to be a fool I thought to myself!We arrived home and Linda let us into the house. “Make yourself comfortable in the lounge while I use the bathroom.” She said.I walked through to the lounge and made myself comfortable on the huge leather couch. I closed my eyes and pondered why Geoff was behaving like such an asshole. I sat like that until I heard movement in the room, Linda was obviously back. I opened my eyes and was greeted by a beautiful sight. Linda had changed into a beautiful silk gown and her hair was hanging loosely over her shoulders, framing her beautiful face.“What can I get you to drink?” she asked.“A cognac would be great” I answered.I watched her standing at the liquor cabinet and marveled at her beauty. She walked back over and handed me the cognac. She crossed the room and dimmed the main lounge lights until the room was bathed in a yellow glow. She returned to the couch and flopped down onto the couch next to me. I was still wondering why she had chosen to sit next to me on the couch when she sat up and put her hand on my leg.“I know this is a terrible thing to ask, but I want you to make me feel sexy again. Please kiss me!” On hindsight I should have walked away, Geoff was one of my oldest buddies, where I come from buddies don’t do that to each other! I took her into my arms and we kissed deeply. Her mouth was soft and warm. As she leant forward her robe slipped open exposing her beautiful breasts to my gaze. Bayan escort She had always been fairly small with a 32b but her pregnancy had caused her breasts to become slightly fuller. Her nipples were pink and erect, framed on the milky white skin of her breasts. I cupped her breasts and started to gently massage them. I felt her body start to respond and her tongue slipped into my mouth. I sucked it into my mouth. We broke our kiss and I started to kiss down her neck and into her cleavage until I reached her hard nipples. I sucked them into my mouth and swirled my tongue around them. Her hands pressed against the back of my head pulling me harder into her. I slipped my hands into her robe and around her waist and held her tightly as I worked steadily on her nipples. I was very pleased to feel that although she had taken her bra off, she was still wearing her panties. I wondered which pair she had put on. My fingers slipped under the waistband and I massaged her ass cheeks as I alternated between her hard nipples. I could feel that she was getting very aroused; her hips were moving in a gentle rhythm and the heady aroma of her pussy was filling the air around us. She pulled slowly away and I felt her nipples slip from between my lips.“Lets go upstairs where we can be more comfortable.” She whispered.Taking me by the hand she led me up the stairs to her bedroom. When we entered the room I could see that she had switched on the bedside lights and the covers were already turned down. At the foot of the bed she turned and pulled me into her arms. I could feel the firm bulge of her stomach pressing against me as we kissed. I slipped my hands down and pulled the knot of her robe. The sides slipped open exposing her beautiful body to me, she slipped the robe off her shoulders and it fell to the floor. I just stared at the beauty in front of me. She was wearing a burgundy satin pair of panties with a lace panel in front. They were pulled up tightly against her and I could see the shape of her pussy lips clearly against the fabric. A small wet spot had started to develop between her legs. I couldn’t resist and knelt down in front of her, my face pressing against her stomach. I started to kiss her swollen belly while my hands slipped between her thighs and started to trace a path upwards until I could feel the damp fabric of her panties. As my fingers came into contact with her panty clad pussy I felt her become a little unsteady on her feet. She stepped back and sat down on the bed. As she sat down her thighs parted giving me an unobstructed view of her pussy. I didn’t waste any time, I immediately buried my head between her legs and started to nuzzle her juicy, panty-clad pussy. Her hands slipped around my head for the second time that evening and she pulled me firmly into her pussy. I could feel her legs pressing hard against the side of my head holding me firmly into her pussy. I could feel her hips start to trust against my face until with a quiet squeal of pleasure I could feel her orgasm wash over her body and she held me tightly until the pleasure started to subside. Her body went limp and she laid back on the bed, breathing heavily, her eyes closed. I couldn’t resist, I had to have her panties, and I slipped my fingers into the waistband and pulled them from between her folds and down her legs. I gave her a kiss on her swollen, red pussy lips and crawled up onto the bed next to her. I knelt over and kissed her lips once again. The taste of her pussy on my lips seemed to spur her on and she started to lick her juices from my lips. She lifted herself up from the bed and pushed me back until I was lying back on the bed. She rubbed my chest before starting to unbutton my shirt. Her hands caressed my chest while she worked her way down to my belt. She slipped my shoes off and pulled my pants and underpants down over my legs leaving my hard cock pointing upwards. I felt her breath on my exposed cock, until the warmth of her mouth engulfed my cock. She was obviously an expert at this. Her tongue swirled around my sensitive head, gently sucking my juices which by now were oozing from the tip of my cock. As she lowered her mouth down my cock she cupped my balls in her warm little hands. I couldn’t resist and ran my hands up her thighs and started to play with her pussy. The feeling on my cock was like no other, the warmth of her mouth along with the gentle caress of her hands had me thrusting back to meet her mouth. I was amazed at how deep she was able to take my cock into her mouth. It didn’t take much more of our combined efforts for me to feel the familiar warmth of my orgasm approaching. My balls started to tighten and I could feel a tingling sensation as my cum started rushing up my shaft and into her hot mouth. I could feel a gentle sucking as she swallowed my warm cum as fast as it squirted from my cock. I could feel my cock slowly soften and slip from between her lips. A tiny trickle of cum left on her chin. She extracted herself from the attention of my fingers against her pussy and came and lay down next to me. We kissed deeply, and enjoyed the closeness and pleasure we had just enjoyed.Our hands rubbed and caressed each other gently. I was particularly enjoying running my hands over her stomach and up to her beautiful breasts. She was running her hands over my chest and tweaking my nipples. It wasn’t long before I could feel a familiar stirring. My cock was starting to recover from its earlier pleasures and I knew it wouldn’t be long before it was ready to take the next step in our sensual journey.Linda must have felt the movement and ran her hands down until I felt her fingers brush against my shaft.“What have we here?” she whispered as she took my cock in her hands. The gentle caress of her finger soon had me hard once again.“Now I want you to put that where it belongs!” she said. “Let me turn over Escort so that my tummy doesn’t get in the way.”She rolled over onto her hands and knees, her head resting against a pillow while her beautiful ass was raised high in the air, ready for my advance. I Knelt behind her; a beautiful sight. Her pussy was swollen and wet. I wasted no time and took my hard cock and guided it between her pussy lips. I just allowed the head of my cock to slip into her warm pussy, making sure that I didn’t go any deeper. I slipped my cock in and out, no more that an inch either way, stretching her pussy lips gently. The warmth enveloping my cock was too much to keep this up for long, and eventually without warning thrust myself all the way into her. Her pussy was beautifully tight and stroked my foreskin backwards and forwards as I slipped in and out. My hands slipped around her waist and rubbed down her pregnant stomach until it reached her smooth pussy. My fingers wormed between her folds until I found her erect clit and I started to gently strum it as I fucked her from behind. This took her pleasure to the next level and she was soon thrusting back to meet my cock as it pushed into her again and again.Her flow of juices started to increase and her clit hardened, her orgasm close. I started to push myself as deep as I could go; I really wanted us to reach our sexual peaks together. It wasn’t long before I felt her body tense and shudder as her orgasm overcame her. I just let go and allowed my orgasm to release deep into her waiting pussy. I kept my cock pressed deep into her until our bodies normalized from the pleasure we had just experienced. Without a word I slipped my dripping cock from her, my cum oozing out and down her milky thighs. We lad down on the bed once more and lay in each others arms. Our exertion finally caught up with us and we both fell into a contented sleep.Chapter 3I awoke in the morning feeling a little disorientated, it didn’t take me long to realize where I was when I looked over and saw that Linda was lying with her back to me, our bodies still pressed tightly together. I lay there and enjoyed the musky scent of her naked body. Her face looked so peaceful as she slept. I started planting little kisses on her shoulder as she slept, her skin soft and smooth and warm against my lips. She started to stir, and she rolled over onto her back, the covers falling away from her body. I sat up in the bed and just stared at her beautiful, pregnant body. I looked up at her face and saw that she was looking intently at me; a sleepy smile on her lips. She pulled me down towards her and brought her lips to mine and kissed me deeply.“Thanks for making me feel so sexy,” she whispered in my ear.I felt her hands run down my chest until her fingers reached my hard cock; she took me in her hand and started to pull my foreskin back gently, exposing my purple head. My juices were already starting to ooze from my cock.“It’s my turn.” She said gently pushing me until I was laying on my back, my hard cock pointing towards her. She positioned herself so that I had easy access to her juicy pussy and ass. I felt her hot breath on my cock, followed by her warm lips wrapping themselves around my head. She immediately started to gently suck at my cock as her lips slid further down my shaft. Her hands cupped my balls and gently squeezed them while her mouth slid up and down. I could feel my cock deep inside her mouth and eventually reach the back of her throat. I slipped my hands up her thighs until they reached her silky snatch. My fingers wasted no time in finding her hard little clit. I passed over her clit until my index finger slid easily into her hot, wet pussy. My thumb pressed against her clit as I pushed my finger in and out of her tight pussy in a steady rhythm. Her juices really started to flow and I could feel her wetness running over my fingers. She was sucking my cock for all she was worth and I started to thrust my cock in and out of her hot mouth until with a loud cry my cock started to squirt my juice deep into her throat. Once again she swallowed every drop. My cock slipped from between her lips and she turned around, my fingers easing slowly from her hot pussy. She knelt next to me and kissed me on my lips, oozing the last traces of my cum into my mouth. I regularly taste my own cum while masturbating and coming from her mouth it was even better. We kissed briefly until I wasn’t prepared to wait any longer to taste her pussy. I lay her down on her back, her legs spread wide. I pulled one of the pillows down and lifted her petite body and placed the pillow under her ass, raising her pussy for easier access. I lay down flat on my chest and started to tongue away at her swollen pussy lips. My tongue worming it way between her lips until I reached her hard clit. I gave it a wet lick with my tongue and continued my pleasurable quest of enjoying her sweet pussy. I always love the taste of a pussy the morning after a good bout of erotic play and today was no exception, her pussy aroma filled my nose and I immediately pressed my mouth over her hot lips and slid my tongue deep into her, her juices almost pouring from inside her. I slipped my fingers down her slit until they came to rest on the tight bud of her ass. My fingers were slippery and wet from her pussy, which proved to be more than sufficient lubrication for my finger to slip easily into her ass. I was not sure if she was anally experienced so I was very careful not to go too deep too quickly. Judging from her reaction I knew that she was certainly enjoying herself. Her hands were around my head and she was fucking my mouth with her pussy for all she was worth. It wasn’t long before I could feel her entire body shudder and her orgasm wrack her body. My tongue deep in her pussy, while my finger probed her ass.As the waves of pleasure eased I slipped my finger from her ass and crawled up next to where she was lying and kissed her deeply. She started to lick her pussy juice from my lips, obviously enjoying the taste immensely. We broke our kiss and lay side by side on the bed in silence, contemplating the bizarre events that neither of us had expected but both welcomed.

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Almost All Lived Happily Ever After”Pete. It’s too much.””I can afford it.””No, it’s not that. Its just… There’s no way that I… How can I repay you.”I had just taken Sal into one of the chain stores to get her a decent warm coat. It was the week between Christmas and the New Year. We were in amongst the sales crowds. I had told Sal to to choose a coat for herself, and she had done so, had seen the price, and then picked out the cheapest in the shop. I’d picked up the one she had chosen first. “Sal, please don’t make a scene. You agreed that you needed some new clothes, some warm clothes.”She sort of nodded, but held on to the cheaper coat. I slipped the warmer one over her shoulders. She squirmed out of it, threw the other over a rack, and ran from the shop. I thrust the coat into the hands of a passing sales assistant, picked up Sal’s own old torn waterproof, and ran after her.Waterproof? I remembered the first time I saw Sal, a few days earlier, as she shivered in the snow watching her bus disappear into the distance. (See my earlier narration:- Blue Christmas.) She had been wearing this coat, but her clothes underneath had still got soaked.The street was packed. There were thousands of people, mostly women, rushing around trying to outdo each other in bargain hunting. A few men trailed after them carrying their spouse’s purchases. I could not see Sal, but I heard a shout. People had collided, and carrier bags had burst. I walked towards the commotion, and she was there. She was weeping. I put her old coat round her and led her into a snack bar.She cupped her hands around coffee and sobbed and sniffed. Two or three times she started to speak, but could not find the right words.”I can’t…””What will I do when…””Pete?…”I sipped my coffee. Hers was just getting cold. She put a spoonful of sugar into it and stirred and stirred and stirred it.She eventually picked it up and drained it in a couple of gulps.She made to get up. I grabbed her wrists. “Sit down, my love.””Love?” She looked surprised. “You can’t love me, Pete, I’m not the sort of girl who does love. I just do it for money.”It was my turn to look worried.”So the last few days?” I asked, “You have been doing it for money?””Well no. I do like you. You’re different. You’re kind, and gentle and nice. You’re different.””So?””The future? In a few days we have to go back to work, you and me.””Me, yes. After the New Year I’ll go back. But you don’t need to.””But that’s what I do. I’m a tart, a scrubber, a lady of the day and night.””Do you want to do that?””Of course not. But it’s what I do.””You don’t have to. Stay with me.””But other people?” “What do you mean,” “Do you want your friends, your staff to know about me?” She paused. “To know what I am?””That is, what you were. You don’t have to do that now. You’re with me.”I paused. I thought about what I was saying.”You can be with me if that’s what you want.””Yes, of course, but…? What if…?””I think I understand. You are scared about it going wrong.””Yes. Thanks Pete.””OK.” I suggested. “Lets see how it works out. I enjoy your company. You seem to enjoy mine. No guarantees, no promises, and you let me have the fun of buying things for you.””OK.””Like that coat?”OK.”It wasn’t to be, though. By the time we got back to the store the coat she had initially chosen had gone. However we found another that I think suited her better. It had a big fake fur trimmed hood, and when she put the hood up her impish eyes were particularly seductive peering from its shade. She let me buy her some shoes and jeans and tops as well. She even asked me for some money so she could buy some other stuff as well.We were both thoughtful as I drove back to my flat. As the lift carried us and our shopping up to my floor I asked her. “What would you really like to do with your life?””I don’t know. I’ve never had a choice. I’ve never thought about it.””What did you do at school?””Not a lot. Messed about, mostly.””Was there anything you liked?””I quite liked maths. Only…””Only?””The maths teacher had wandering hands. He tried it on me and I complained, and so I got into trouble, and they kicked me out.””Do you want to study again?””I’ve never thought about it.”By this time we were unloading the carrier bags, and she was hanging her new clothes in her room.”What about computers?””What?””Did you do anything with computers at school.””Na,” she slurred, “Our school didn’t have enough books. No chance of computers. The whole place was falling down. Anything good would have been knicked”She had persuaded me to buy some things for myself, so I went to my room to put them away. I was just closing the cupboard doors when she came in. She was wearing the coat, with the hood up. Her feet and legs were bare.I grinned. “What is it they say? Fur coat and no knickers?”She laughed, and opened the coat to reveal new matching bra and panties.”But if you prefer?”I lunged towards her and put my arms round her under the coat. I hugged her.”Thank you Pete … But…” “But?””Your hands are cold.””That’s why I put them under your coat. To warm them up.”She struggled and squirmed. I tickled her, and she squealed and struggled. Her new bra seemed to come undone. (I was learning new skills.) In a matter of moments we were close together under my duvet.”Slow down a bit lovey.”She slipped out of the bed, and came back from her room with a new box of condoms.”It should only be another day or so.”The ‘sauna’ where she had worked insisted that all their workers were tested regularly for various infections. She was awaiting the results from her most recent tests. My fears of venereal disease had meant that I was still a virgin until soon after I had met Sal on Christmas Eve.Before I knew any more she had fitted the condom, and we were again lying close together, as close together as two people can ever be. We were unhurried. There was no rush. We gently moved together, held each other, kissed each other, until we fell asleep, tired and satisfied.***************************”Can you teach me?””Teach you what?””Anything?”Well, up until Christmas all I’d thought and dreamt about and worked at Göztepe escort bayan has been computers.””Could you teach me computers?””What do you want to do?””I don’t know. What can you teach me?””More coffee? You can have tea if you want.””Coffee please.””I’ll find a laptop for you. Get you started, and see how you get on.”A shadow crossed Sal’s face. “No, I’m not going to buy one for you. There are always spare ones at work.”Breakfast finished, we went out. First we went to her old home. We put her few remaining possessions, a couple of boxes and an old suitcase tied up with string, into the boot of the car and picked up some letters that were waiting for her. She ripped one open, read it, and smiled. I guessed what it meant, and I grinned back at her.Then we went to my works, and I found two of the older laptops. I grabbed some CDs with operating systems, and a few of the beginners text books we gave to our trainees.Back home, we sat together and I guided her through the process of installing the system. She followed my lead, and did the installation on her own machine. We set up networking, and I showed her the web browser, and then the search engine. I showed her how to write a simple programme. It was simple. It counted up to 10 and printed squares and cubes. She copied it. She made mistakes. I helped her to fix them. I gave her a reference leaflet for the language. I used a highlighter to mark the bits of the language I had shown her.She seemed fascinated. I left her typing with two fingers. The newspaper had been delivered, and I put on some music and started to read it. I started trying to do the crossword.She appeared a couple of times. She had chosen one of the text books, and came through to ask me to explain some points.We had tinned soup and chunks of bread for lunch. Somehow it was evening. I looked over her shoulder at the screen. It was clumsy and awkward, but she had written quite a long programme, and had discovered how to do some simple graphics.We had slept together every night except the first, since we had met. This night we slept apart. She was exhausted. I lay thinking. Was she right? could the two of us really share our lives? Were we too hasty? I slept eventually, and dreamt of her. I dreamt of her leaning over the keyboard, her tongue just sticking out as she concentrated.When I awoke it was to the smell of coffee and the warmth of Sal snuggling up against me.”My turn,” she whispered.”Uh?””I’m teaching you.”Her head disappeared beneath the duvet. I was soon fully awake. She kissed and fondled, stroked and licked.”Now your turn.” I looked puzzled. “Your turn. Now you learn how to excite me.”She guided me. Squeaked and purred when I got it right. She made me stop when I was too vigorous. “Lick me there.””Suck me.””Stroke me, again, again.””Press. More. Deeper. Press upwards. Yes, tickle thererererererererer. Yes.”She was squirming in response to my attentions. “Kiss me again.”She rocked, I licked and sucked to her rhythm. Her voice became louder and shriller and less coherent. She lost control. She was quivering and sweating. I had done that to her. Wow.That was powerful.We hugged.She relaxed, lay back, spread herself, and smiled. I crawled up the bed, and she guided me inside her.I told you a lie earlier. Now, without the condom I was even closer that ever before. It was my turn to lose control. She locked her legs behind me. I was going nowhere, but I was soon cumming in spurt after spurt into that warm smooth velvet passage of love. Of love and lust and passion and exhaustion and love and love and “I love you Sal.”Then we were laughing. Why? Not a clue!”Thank you teacher.””Well done Pete, but we will have to have more tests again later.”We were laughing. We were sweating, and we were sticky.She saw a look of concern cross my face. She kissed me.”I’m on the pill.”I kissed her.Eventually we got as far as the coffee. Then Sal started to unpack the boxes and the suitcase. I read some techy journals. “Pete,” she called from her bedroom, “Will this still be valid?””What is it?”She brought through an old bank book. According to the records there was still £1-00 left in the account.”It was my savings account when I was a k**. When I left home, well, when he kicked me out, It was all I had.””Kicked you out?””Yes, my step-dad.” “I thought you said you had been kicked out of school.””Yes, but then I sort of pushed my luck. It wasn’t fair, I’d been blamed. If I was taking the blame then I might as well be blamed for something.”I did not want to ask the question.”I stole stuff. I bought and sold stuff. That’s what they jailed me for.””Jail?””Yes. A few months. It brought me to my senses. I’d been lucky, but some of the women in there couldn’t read or write. What chance? It sorted me out … But then.””What?””When I came out and went home. My Mum. My Step-Dad said that the shame had killed her. He went ape, and started trying to beat me up.””Did he hurt you?””No, Ann, my sister, my step-sister stopped him, but I had to get out of the house.””Where did you go?””I hid in a friend’s garden shed for a bit. Then I came here to try and work in shops. And then, well, stuff.” I flicked through the bank book. The bank was no longer on the High Street but it had been taken over by one of the big ones. She had saved a good sum to start with, but it has disappeared gradually, pound by pound over a couple of years.”In the bank they told me that if I took it all out they would close the account, so I left a pound in it. I’d forgotten about it.””It will have earned a bit of interest by now.”I banked at the successor bank. They kept telling me that I was a valued customer. I rang the number that would put me in contact with my personal account manager. At least it was a number that led to a call centre that could eventually connect me to my personal account manager.Passwords, secret questions and introductions complete, I asked, “Please could you do something for me. A friend has found an old bank book, and we were wondering what had happened to the account.”I was asked for the account number. I Escort Caddebostan gave it, but then explained it’s age and history.”My personal account manager explained that as it was not my personal account then he could do nothing. I would have to visit the bank in person, and bring in the book and proof of identity and bla and bla and bla. I was not too impressed, but decided that it was time that they should be forced to do a bit of work. “OK, I will come and see you. Now.” My personal account manager spluttered. “What time shall we meet? Gulping was heard. My personal account manager realised that he would be losing some of his bonus if he lost my, and my company’s accounts, so he gave me a time and place.A couple of hours later Sal had shown enough paperwork to convince them that she was the account owner, but they could not access the old records immediately. We left a phone number and the bank book, and in return received a promise of quick service and a receipt. We left them to it. We forgot about it.Then we did a task that Sal had been putting off. I drove her to the old farmhouse that had been her workplace. She didn’t want me to be involved, so she went in there alone. It all went well, she told me afterwards. Things were quiet. Only Mary and Helga were there. Mary, who was the one who looked after the rota, was used to girls arriving and leaving. Sal left a letter that she had written for the landlord of her flat, who was also the one who owned the farmhouse. She was giving notice.Mary warned her that he would take it badly, and demand extra rent and claim damage and suchlike. Sal said that she would pick up any letters from Mary. Helga suggested that the bastard was unlikely to put anything in writing. We did not leave a forwarding address or phone number.New Years Eve. We went out for a meal. New Years Day. We didn’t do much. Well we did, but nothing we have not already described, more or less.January 2nd. I went back to work. Are you interested? Queues of emails from people trying to sell or to con. The usual crop from single ladies in Russia, and generous folk in Nigeria. Loads of “Happy New Year,” and “Have you made any resolutions?” My mind went back to Christmas Eve, and I tried to remember all the questions I wanted to ask others. There was, of course, something that I wanted to tell everyone, but I was worried about telling too many details.My secretary realised that something had happened. “Are you all-right, Pete?” She gestured at my screen-full of emails. “The idiots don’t seem to be annoying you as much as usual.” I overheard someone saying that someone else had a grin on his face. Did they mean me. Something Sal had said was puzzling me, and I made some phone calls. When I got home there was something odd. I opened the door and was assaulted by the smell of, what was it?Sal was in the kitchen. She was closing the oven door.When I moved in to the flat I had been assured that the kitchen was fully equipped. I took their word for it. I had opened cupboards and seen piles of pans and bowls, and closed them again. There were even drawers filled with aprons and tea-towels. These had been used — by the various maids that had cleaned up after me. The coffee-maker, the toaster, mugs, plates, spoons and knives and forks had been heavily used, as had the microwave. You needed these for take-aways and ready-meals. The stove, the oven, and the grill — not used at all.”It’s ready. Get your coat off and sit down.”I obeyed.”It’s just what I could get in the newsagents. I wish I could have done better.”She lifted the pan lid. Heat, warmth, and smell. No, not smell, aroma.A bowl was placed in front of me. It was a large bowl. It was full. This was not a nouveau cuisine teaser, it was good grub. Then a plate with fresh hot crusty bread buns arrived in the middle of the table. Sal brought her own bowl, and sat opposite me.”OK?”I tasted it. It was rich and tasty; cubes of vegetables swirled in a thick rich yellow/brown soup. The vegetable were crisp and tasty. The carrots and peas and celery tasted of carrot, pea and, … The soup was rich and spiced and earthy. There was a hint of smokeyness.”It’s bacon and lentil. OK? Have some bread.”I took and tore open one of the bread buns releasing a cloud of steam. This was the aroma that had surprised me when I first entered.”It’s lovely.””Thank’s Pete.”Clinking of spoons. Slurping of soup.”More? There’s only this and a pud.””Yes please.”She filled our bowls again.After the soup there was an apple pie. It was not in a foil dish. It had not come from a supermarket. She brought it to the table. It was coloured various shades of gold, and sparkled with crystals of sugar. She gave me a knife and a spoon. She insisted that I cut into it. The pastry was soft and melty. Inside the apple gave off a hint of clove and vanilla. “The newsagent didn’t have cooking apples, so it’s not quite right.”I cut and served pie to both of us. We were both gorging ourselves. Well, at least, I know I was gorging myself.My trousers were too tight. I stretched my legs out and leaned back.”Where did you learn to cook like that?””My Dad, my real Dad, before he died. He was a chef.”We sat, and chatted. A peaceful trusting friendship — and a bloody good meal.”I got a bit of cheese for afters if you want?” She grinned.I covered my mouth while I burped.”Thank you Pete. You can’t have a clue how special that was.””What do you mean?””Simple pleasures and rewards. To see something you’ve done give so much pleasure.””But surely, that has been your …” I stopped. Her job had been to get men to squirt. From my experience of her, she had been bloody good at it. She knew just what I was thinking.”That? It’s an act. You pretend that they are good at it. You grunt and squeal a bit. You don’t let them see you watching the clock. You pretend that they don’t stink of sweat or booze or worse.”I could see the strain on her face for a moment. It cleared.”But Pete, I made you a meal. Just soup and bread and a pie. I made it for you. You enjoyed it, didn’t you.”I decided not to suppress a second Bağdat Caddesi escort burp that was trying to present itself.We both laughed.”I take it that you enjoyed the meal.””Mmmmm.””Ta. Just seeing folk enjoying what you’ve made is wonderful.” She hesitated. “But I am. I’m a bloody good tart. I think I can be proud of that as well! Thank you Pete. bloody thank you. Thanks Pete, you are wonderful. You make me see … to understand things. Thank you.”We both got up and hugged each other — carefully. We went to my bedroom, got undressed, and lay, side by side, under the duvet.I didn’t set the alarm. I never oversleep. However when we awoke it was to make slow and gentle love and to drift back to sleep. It was 9:30 when the phone rang us awake.My contact told me that the farmhouse still belonged to the land development company that had built the estate. It was rented to a Mrs Jones. The land development company was, as I knew, owned and run by my Father and brother. I covered the mouthpiece.”Sal, the farmhouse, the sauna, is the boss a Mrs Jones?””No, its a bloke. I think Mrs Jones died a year or two back.”I gave this information to my informant. He seemed interested.I put the phone down. It rang immediately. It was the Bank. Please could we call in.I rang work. “Something’s come up, and I will be late in … Any problems? … Fine, see you later.” “Sal, the Bank wants us to speak to them. They were very mysterious. Could there be something wrong?”All the way into town we discussed what it could be about. When we got there, the manager took us into a side office. He looked serious.”Miss Foster”Sal nodded.”Do you know of a Mr O’Donnell, a Mr Patrick O’Donnell.””He is my step-father.””When did you last speak to him.””Well never. Not since I left home.””I am afraid that I have some bad news for you. Your step-father died some time ago.”Sal said nothing for a few moments. “I’m sorry if I do not seem too distressed by this, but he and I did not… He kicked me out you see.””That’s strange. He seems to have been quite generous.””How do you mean.”He took Sal’s bank book from a folder on his desk. Attached to it by an elastic band was a new bank book in the current name of the bank. He opened the new book, and passed it over to Sal, who took one look and dropped the book onto the table. She picked it up and passed it to me. It indicated a credit of almost a hundred thousand pounds.”But how? Why?”He handed over a letter. “This was left with the bank with instructions to hand it to you as soon as possible.”The envelope was white, but somewhat yellowed. The manager passed Sal a paperknife. She slit it open and took out a couple of folded sheets. She started to read. She got halfway down the first page when she started to sob. She thrust the letter towards me. I read it.’Darling Sally,”This has been a very difficult letter to write. I am so very sorry about the way that I treated you. I was very wrong, and I now wish so much that I had believed you.”I got a letter from your old headmaster a few days ago. It told me that they now realise that they should never have asked you to leave school. They have discovered that Mr Grover, the maths master, had been behaving inappropriately for many years. You were the first pupil brave enough to speak out. Sally, I am very proud of you.”I do not know where you are. I know that you had a little money in the Bank. I hope that, if you make a withdrawal, they can give this letter to you.’I looked at the date on the letter. I picked up the older bank book and compared it with the date of the last withdrawal. The letter was written only a couple of months after the withdrawal.I continued reading.’Things cannot be easy for you, Sally, and I am not too well off. I promise that I will deposit whatever money I can afford in to your account whenever I can.’ I scanned through the new bank book. He had been as good as his word. There were small and large sums there. Some were tens of pounds. Some were hundreds. There were a couple in the thousands, and one very large deposit. They had stopped a couple of years ago.’Dear Sally. I can quite understand that money cannot compensate for us not believing you. You will probably not want anything to do with me in the future. If you feel that you can. Please come home Sally.”Yours,”Paddy’ I looked at the address on the letter. Sally had mentioned that she’d come from that town.The manager had brought Sal a cup of water, and was feeding her with paper tissues. He had another envelope placed on top of the folder. This was newer, and the address had been typed. He tried to pass it to Sal, but she indicated that he pass it to me.’Dear Ms. Sally Foster,”Following the death of your Step-Father, Mr Patrick O’Donnell, we would very much like to contact you. If you receive this letter please contact…’What followed was a member of a Firm of Solicitors.You can guess the rest. Sal received half the proceeds of the sale of her step-fathers estate, sharing it with Ann, her step sister. She has started a Maths course at the local college, and is enjoying it. I often take pies, cakes or biscuits (cookies(US)) in to work for my staff (and I often leave some at the farmhouse.)Mary and Helga enjoy their work.Almost everyone is happy.Almost!A Mr Jones is very put out.Firstly, he has received final demands for the back rent of a farmhouse. It had, as a condition of the sale of the farm, been let back to the Farmer and his wife at a peppercorn rent, for their lifetimes. After their deaths, a commercial rent was to be charged. Our Mr Jones was the son of the Farmer and his wife. His rental has been terminated, but he was still being held responsible for the dilapidation and for all the necessary repairs. The rental of the farmhouse was now taken on by two ladies known as Mary and Helga. Their rent was minimal. It was let on the same preferential basis as my offices. Secondly, he was up in Court for i*****l practices, failure to comply with safety and other regulations, and extortion related to the letting of sub-standard housing.Lastly, walking was difficult, and he was no longer going to receive free sexual favours from Helga. The last time he claimed them, his favoured bondage and spanking session had turned into something else, as Mary joined Helga in subjecting him to more punishment than he could conceivably have wanted. He would probably be incapable of conceiving anything until the swelling and scars had abated.

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A RoommateJust before coming to college, my girlfriend and I ended it. Though I had slept with a few girls since then, I still couldn’t get over my ex. At college, I live in a dorm room, and have a few friends on the same floor as me. Seeing me upset over my not so recent break-up, one of my buddies asked if I wanted to have a few beers and watch a movie. Thinking that it would take my mind of things, I agreed.After a few beers and much searching, we finally agreed to watch a comedy movie, he told me that he had seen it just last week with his girlfriend but would like to see it again. As the movie started, I turned of the lights and sat down on the couch beside my friend. A few minutes into the movie, there was a sexual scene which I particularly liked, so much in fact that it gave me a boner. Wearing sweat pants, it was pretty clear that I was pitching a tent and uncomfortable about it. My friend assured me that it was alright and not to be embarrassed, he admitted to having a hard on of his own Escort bayan but was embarrassed because it wasn’t as big as mine. I told him that I’m sure it was fine and not to be worried. He asked if we could see who is bigger. Reluctantly, I agreed.We both stood up off the couch and pulled down our pants, I was wearing some loose comfy boxers. He was wearing tight Calvin Klein briefs which made his bulge look huge. I told him that there is no way that his dick is smaller than mine, then, we both took off our underwear to compare. He was right, his cock was a little smaller than mine, only by half an inch or so. Surprisingly, I looked down to see that my boner was back, and bigger than ever. I stared at his cock, smoothly shaved and defined with the rest of his body. He took a step closer to me and reached down and put my cock in his hand. I could feel a tingling sensation throughout my body. He told me that I had the biggest cock he had ever seen, at this point I Bayan escort was dying for a blowjob. Seeing the despair in my eyes, he asked me if I wanted him to suck it, confused, I told him I wasn’t gay and didn’t want a guy down there. He told me that it was alright because we are just two friends helping each other out, and it wasn’t like we were in love. Finally, I agreed.He got down on his knees and started stroking my long hard cock with his hands. He put his lips on my head and then moved them all the way down my shaft. I was surprised how good he was at this, better than any girls that I had ever been with. He pulled his head back and forth, up and down my cock, I was just about to cum when he stopped.He told me that it was my turn. I thought that it was only fair to return the favour, even though I had never done anything like this before. He stood up and I got down on my knees, his cock staring me in the face. I slowly put my mouth on his cock, it was warmer Escort than I had expected it to be. I put my lips around him and slid down, moving my tongue in circles as I went. I kept going, and felt his hands grab the back of my head and push me in and out as I went. I guess I was pretty good at this. I could see that he was about to cum so I stopped like he did to me. He told me to keep going, and he would finish me after, so I did.I kept sucking on his hard cock and then I felt his warm cum hit the back of my mouth, he grunted. It was different that I would’ve expected it to taste. I got up and told him that he had to finish me off. He told me that he would, but he wasn’t going to blow me again. Confused, I asked what he was going to do. He then got on the couch and stuck his muscular ass in the air. He told me to do it as if I were fucking a girl. I walked over and guided my cock into him. It felt amazing, I kept going, faster, and faster. I pulled out and came all over his back, I felt a little bad but didn’t really care. That was the best sex I had ever had.After, we both got dressed, and he left my room as if nothing had happened. I see him in the showers sometimes, and whenever we walk by each other in there, he glides his hand on my cock in passing.THE END.

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THIRTY-ONE DAYS…PART 1CHAPTER ONEThis is certainly not the best part of the big city. Sitting in the parking lot across the street from my destination, I see nothing but dull, worn, dirty brick. The street level windows are covered in metal caging. Graffiti is sprayed here and there. The building I am interested in is two stories high and at least a hundred years old. The ground level started life as a small manufacturer, with offices and living quarters on the floor above.The entire neighborhood is made up of similar structures, interspersed with garbage strewn, potholed, parking lots. At one time, serious retailing in mom and pop stores occurred here. Butcher shops. Small engine repair. Leather goods. Shoe repair. Convenience goods and dry goods. At one time, serious alcohol production and bootlegging occurred here. On this exact block. Little Al Cabrezzi and Johnny Polenta. Today, it is pawn shops, massage parlors, payday loans and seedy bars. This neighborhood is stuck in no man’s land. It is both years away from rejuvenation, and decades past its prime.The date is January the first, the beginning of the New Year, and the time on my dashboard clock says ten p.m. Everything is closed tonight, except for the place across the street. Apparently, this place never closes. I am into my second can of beer since arriving. I feel apprehensive about the next few hours of my life, but a little buzzed at the same time. New things have always made me anxious. This thing, what I am doing here tonight, is really, really new. Life altering new.Curiosity will probably be the death of me.I have ventured nearly three hours from my small town. I sure as hell don’t want to stumble upon anybody I know. Not where I am going. How would I explain? I couldn’t. So it wasn’t going to happen. Three hours driving distance should be a safe buffer zone.I look around. Vehicular traffic is almost non-existent. I have seen only a dozen cars in the past hour. The first car was a cop, and the next eleven were lone men cruising for hookers. The men were searching for the shivering ladies of the night who had been moved away from the near street corner. I did a hooker once. Actually, twice. Nasty business, but way in the past.Everything I was seems to be in the past.The pedestrian traffic is also pretty thin. A few folks have entered the building I am watching, though I don’t imagine this place will be busy tonight. There is no reason to be out and about. The temperature is five degrees below the freezing mark, and after all, it is New Year’s Day. Last night’s parties and consumption will have laid most of the citizenry to waste. They will be taking advantage of this annual day of recovery. For me, this makes it a good night to begin the big experiment. If I can call it an experiment.I shake my head.I don’t want to dwell on it.Because this is crazy.I finish the second beer and pinch myself on the cheek. Yes, there is a tiny bit of numbness. I haven’t consumed a drop of alcohol in six months. At least I will be a cheap date. As I mull over what I think goes on in the place across the street, I don’t yet feel ready to venture forth. I figured two beers would be enough to get me going. I have finished two Buds, and I am still firmly planted in the driver’s seat. With no intention of moving.When I took this new challenge on, I didn’t think it would be such a big deal. I now under-stand my miscalculation. Two cans of beer, and not ready to budge. This should tell me one thing. My internal sensors are correct. My internal sensors should be obeyed. I don’t need to do this. This is not right for me. Put the last four beers in the trunk and drive this car home.Go now.For god sakes, go.What would change though?Anything?I would still be in the same boat as I was yesterday, and last week and last month and six months ago. Even eight months ago, and a year ago. Yes. One full year. One full year of frustration. Of confusion. Of second guessing. Of depression. Of self-loathing.One full year of nothing.Shit.I take a deep breath. Let it out slowly.A yellow taxi stops in front of the building, breaking my thought pattern. An old guy climbs out; he is probably fifty years of age. The old guy pays his fare and walks toward the entrance door. My signal to rip open beer can number three.The music is playing on my stereo, a ‘number one hits’ station. My car’s engine is idling and the heater is set on low. I drive a fuel efficient Toyota Camry. I am not worried about burning a little gas to stay warm.I am not aware when a car pulls in beside me. The driver gets out and looks around. I slide down in my seat, not wanting to make eye contact. The guy is five years older than me, maybe thirty-two or thirty-three. He looks to be strong and athletic, about ten pounds past his prime. He is looking down at the ground as he scurries across the street.I laugh to myself.Married?Father of small c***dren?Well known in town?A pillar of society?Which one buddy?This guy clearly does not want to be seen going in. I don’t blame him. He quickly enters the building I have been watching.Whew. He made it.I am still here.In my car.I am not even close to being ready.I tip the third beer can to my mouth and guzzle the contents down my throat. I turn the music up louder.Four young guys, they appear to be college k**s, are sauntering down the street. They pause in front of the building. They are hoofing on marijuana joints. Four joints, four guys. They toss the roaches in unison and enter the building. These guys aren’t hiding or scurrying. They are out and open. They are a different breed than I, a different breed than the guy who parked beside me. these college boys have bought into the program. I have not. I hoped I never would. I will definitely be a scurrier. In fact, I am seriously entertaining the thought of leaving.Beer number four is in my hand, the tab is ripped open, and I drink. I slap at my face. Quickly, my face has gone from tiny numbness to nearly full out numbness. I crack my face once more, hard enough to leave a red mark. With the interior lights switched on, I see the red mark when I look in the rear view mirror. My face is beginning to feel stupid, similar to the aftermath of my one and only dental visit. I am not feeling drunk, but I do feel buzzed. Finally.The music is cranked again and the bass beat is thumping. I chuckle to myself. Starting to feel a little better about all of this. I check the dashboard clock. Eleven twenty-four p.m. Where did the hour and a half go?I look at the last two beer cans, lonely in their plastic rings. I am thinking of taking the two cans in for backup. I feel okay to go, but I don’t know what is lurking behind the entrance door. I down the last half of beer can number four.It is now or never time.I take forty bucks out of my wallet and tuck the cash in my front jeans pocket. The wallet goes under the driver’s seat. I turn off the radio and pull the keys from the ignition. What the hell. I grab the last two beers and tear them from their plastic holders. I gather up the empty cans, take a deep breath and get out. Shut the car door; take a quick look both ways and behind me.Nobody around.Safe.I step to the back of the car, fob the trunk and dump the empty cans in. I tuck one full can down the front of my pants and the other goes in my jacket pocket. My jacket is long enough to provide cover for the two can bulges. I close the trunk and look around again. No cars and no pedestrians. I tug my baseball cap down low over my eyes and move quickly across the street. I am scurrying, similar in movement to the guy who parked beside me. Scurrying as a rat would. Guilty. Embarrassed. Ashamed.This was the second warning regarding the great experiment. If you have to scurry to get where you are going, you must be doing something wrong.I already knew this, didn’t I?I sure did.Desperation makes you do desperate things.I am less than thirty feet from the entrance to the brick building, moving smartly. A guy comes out of nowhere, perhaps from between the buildings, sort of cutting in front of me. What the hell?He is taller than me, at least six foot four, slim to scrawny, and young with shaggy cut blonde hair. He is wearing tight black leather pants and black stomping boots. A white baggy tee shirt completes his look. He must be freezing.Good timing, idiot. I veer off and head down the street, a little discomfited. The young guy heads into my building as I pretend to window shop. I am looking at grimy, wire covered windows with nothing on display. I must look the fool.Okay fool. Turn around, go back, and go inside.I peek back. It is all clear.I turn around.Start walking.Approaching the front door I look up and see a small sign.The sign says, ‘House of God’.House of God? Seriously? A little bit of blasphemy, no?Yes, I would say, a lot of blasphemy.Below the ‘House of God’ is another sign.‘Members Only’.What the…?Members only?Not good. This may be all for naught.CHAPTER TWOMy foot catches on a heave in the sidewalk and I nearly do a face plant. I am able to right myself, but I am staggering. I am drunker than I thought. I have consumed only four beers, but the six month layoff has become a factor. My body and brain are probably counting twelve beers. This is beginning to approach the fun zone for the old me.I take another deep breath, tug my Brewers cap lower over my eyes, and yank the door handle. I step into the brick building.A dark, narrow hallway leads me to a caged booth. A flat counter with a pass slot juts out from the booth. Behind the caging, the booth is covered with smoked glass. I can’t see into it. I read another sign.‘Membership Fee $20’.I dig a twenty out of my pocket and slide it across the counter.Why is it so dark in here? How are you supposed to conduct business?A hand reaches out from the slot to take my money, and hesitates. I feel eyes upon me, scrutinizing.“Are you sure you want to join this club?”It was an older voice, belonging to somebody my father’s age. Gross.I simply nod. I did not want to speak aloud. Escort bayan I thought someone might hear me and recognize my voice. How ridiculous. How paranoid. Three hours from home.“You know what kind of club this is?”What is with the fifty questions? Open the stupid door, and let me in.I nod again.Silence.More silence.This is going to require a verbal answer, I deduce.“Yes,” I respond.“Have you been drinking tonight?”Seriously? Are you k**ding?I knew this was the ‘House of God’, or whatever they called it, but come on. It was no church in there, behind door number one.“Yes,” I answer. “Two beers.”The almighty wizard must have ruled in my favor. His hand took my money and then slid out a sheet of paper, with a pen. I looked at the paper. Barely legible in the darkness.‘Requirements for Membership’.Name.Address.Phone number.Email.No way was I going to do this.The mind reader behind the smoked glass window saved the day.“Make something up. Tax rules and all. We are a private club.”I quickly filled in ‘Dave Watson’ and an equally bullshit address, phone number and Email. I pushed the pen and paper back. A pause. The paper was returned to me.“Read the last paragraph and sign below it.”I picked up the paper and read. Tried to anyway. It was dark, and the four beers were playing with my vision. I narrowed my eyes.‘I absolve the club and any of its members from…blah, blah, blah’.Eight lines of waivers. Blurring as my brain swam in the four beers.Whatever.I signed Dave Watson’s name and returned the paper.I heard a buzzing sound. An inside door had been unlocked. The door was on my right hand side. I could barely see the outline of the door frame in the dark hallway. I felt for and found the knob, turned and pushed on in.I was immediately overwhelmed by the heat, humidity and sickly sweet odor. The guy who took my money passed me a key and a towel. He smiled at me, a welcome of some sort, I suppose. The guy was thin, gaunt and ugly, had a wispy pony tail, and was older than my dad. Grandpa comes to mind.“Rooms are at the back, rookie,” he says.Rookie. Right. As if this is a locker room full of athletes. More likely, a room full of ass-holes. I grab my key and towel, nod and walk on, passing a long bar. The bar is empty, save the bartender. There are guys sitting at small tables, drinking. Some of the guys are fully clothed; some of them are wearing towels. Seeing the towel men is not a happy development.A couple of ninety inch flat panels are playing a basketball game. Lakers versus somebody. These guys obviously enjoy watching sports. Which I find a little weird. Because I enjoy watching sports. Drinking beer and watching sports with my buddies. No different to what is going on in here. Also, I could see a pool table, a foosball table, shuffleboard, a dart board, vintage pinball games and sit-down Pac man tables.The place reminded me of the old Colony Bar at home. It was where I took my first drink. The Colony divided the men and women into separate rooms. The place was always packed. The ‘Men Only’ room meant no women to fight over, no jealousies, none of the competition bullshit. It was men and sports, and men and drink. Simple, peaceful, quiet. A relic of the past.I put my head back down and keep walking, coming to an open doorway at the end of the barroom. I look at my room key and am able to see the number, one twenty-nine. I exit the bar and enter a series of hallways. Immediately, thumping dance music fills the air. The hallways are dimly lit with red L.E.D. lighting. Some sort of attempt at ambience. This part of the club resembles a hotel. Plenty of doors with numbers.I follow the numbers down a corridor, make a left, then a right and head deeper into the building. I keep moving, scanning the doors. Some of the doors are cracked open. Some of the doors are wide open. There are single men in these open door rooms. Sitting on small cots or lying down flat. Some of the guys are ass down. Some are ass up. Most all of these guys are completely naked, the small white towels cast aside. Not the same civilized scene as the guys drinking beer and watching the basketball out front.As I move further in, there is man traffic in the hallways. I have to squeeze by two forty year old guys, having a serious close chat. An ancient guy drifts out of a doorway, gawking at me, smiling as I pass. How disgusting. Other males drift into and out of the rooms, using the hallway to get around some sort of maze. Finally I see my number on a door. I am at the dead end of a hallway, middle door, with a room on each side of me. The doors on these other rooms read one twenty-eight and one thirty. I quickly key my door and step in. I close the door behind me.Well, I made it. So far so good. Kind of nasty though, so far.My eyes accustom to the small room. The room is about seven feet long and five feet wide. The entire room is mirrored. All of the walls and the back of the door are covered. As is the ceiling. Mirror, mirror on the wall, I bet you have truly seen it all. I bet.Against a side wall is a cot, about three feet across. There is a small locker bolted to the end wall above a night table. I toggle a light switch on the wall. The light rises up to a screaming intensity. I can see a plastic bowl full of colored condoms and mini lube sticks. Christ. Lovely, isn’t it?The light is blasting off every mirror surface, seemingly intensifying. It must be like this inside a microwave oven. I toggle the light back down, dropping the wattage lower and lower, setting the mood. What the hell am I talking about, setting the mood? I think I need way more alcohol than these first four beers.I toggle the lights off. Pull the two beers out of my clothing. Set them on the night table. Take my jacket off and toss it on the night table as well. Pop the top off one of the cans and begin to sip. I relax back on the cot with my head against the wall. I notice a red light on the ceiling, directly above me. It must be a smoke detector. No way would there be cameras in here. Cameras would be i*****l. A serious, nasty breach of privacy. I think some amendment covers this.A few minutes pass and I hear the door next to mine open, and then close. A patron has entered. The light is turned on because I see bright laser beams of white poring through the wall into my room. I can see perfect circles cut in the wall. The circles are at various heights and range from peephole size to three inches in diameter. Holy shit. Peepholes and glory holes.Quietly, I shift on the bed, slipping my eye to the nearest peephole. I carefully run my finger against the edge of the nearest three inch hole. It is smooth and polished. No jagged edges. I can see into the next room. A hulk of a man is undressing. His shirt comes off first. The guy is about five foot six in height, and easily, two hundred pounds of steroid enhanced muscle. The guy is a tank. A pit bull. Shaved head, massive gold stretcher rings in each ear. His upper back is heavily inked. As is his lower back. Great. A guy with a tramp stamp.I sip more beer and continue watching. The guy drops his jeans, and then peels off his gitch. Gross. Completely naked. He grabs a towel and wraps it around his waist. Then he reaches for something out of view. When his hand comes back he is grasping what appears to be a dog leash. The leash is a black leather strap with a loop handle at one end, and a metal clasp at the other. He wraps the leash around his wrist and exits the room. Before the door closes, he snaps off the light. The bright white laser beams die.For a second I am blind, as my room is back to near full dark. When my eyes accustom, I notice a leash and a collar are hanging on the end wall beside my locker. What the hell are these things for? Does every room have them? I slide empty beer can number five into the locker and pop number six. Might as well go for the soda. I take a big gulp from can number six and set it down on the end table.My fingers run off and begin to touch the collar. I lift it off the hook and bring it close. The collar is black, heavy leather, about an inch in diameter, and covered with pyramid shaped metal studs. I finger the leash. It is of the same heavy material as the collar. Weird stuff, for sure. I let go of the leash. Stand up in front of the mirror, loosen my shirt and wrap the collar around my neck.Looks good.I cinch the collar. I hear it click.Feels good too.Illicit.Dangerous.Makes me a gambler.Or an idiot.I am not wearing this thing. No chance. Too fruity.I try to unsnap the collar. Nothing happens. I twist the collar around on my neck, bringing the back to the front. I toggle up the light and look at the mirror, trying to decipher the hasp and lock system. I tug and twist and pinch at the collar but it won’t open. I stand as close to the mirror as I can. My stupid eyesight is blurry; the beers are catching up with me. I can see a slot on the collar hasp. A key of some sort will be required to open the damn thing. Shit sakes.I have my first souvenir from the House of God.CHAPTER THREEMy descent into this squalid, underground world was the inadvertent outcome of a seed planted thirteen months ago. Actually, thirteen months and one week ago. It was me and my best buddies at the Double Eagle Bar and Grill. The last week of November. Chilling, drinking beer, eating nachos, onion rings and pizza. Talking about chicks and shit. Eyeballing the different sports on the TV screens. One of the boys had read on the net about a guy in California who had banged thirty different chicks in thirty nights. A world record the guy claimed. Wow. We were all impressed. Because we thought we were all that, and more. We were. Good looking, well built, young, with decent jobs and our own places.What’s not to love, right ladies?We were all players. We usually had girlfriends, but we would still bang anything we de-sired. The local chicks knew this, and went out of their way to offer themselves up when one of us was dating. Got to love the girls and Bayan escort their support for one another.I was the king of our group. Always, with one more chick or one more score than the next guy. I held our own private record, the legendary six chicks in one night. Granted, it had been a pretty wild house party, but with this kind of accomplishment already in the books, what could I do next?My posse and I were intrigued at this new world chick fuck record. If it was even true. There was a lot of bullshit on the internet.Didn’t matter if it was true or not, our interest had been piqued. Damn, if one of us or all of us weren’t going to make this happen. We clink beer bottles together as the Four Amigos decide to take on the challenge. The first day of December was going to be the start date for our record attempt. It was to be on the honor system, as we couldn’t figure out how to get video documentation of so many conquests without being caught by some angry bird. An angry bird combined with today’s social media could quickly spell the end of our little adventure. No, the honor system and juicy details would suffice to document the journey.Danny, the youngest of our gang at twenty-three, crapped out on night one. His girlfriend of two weeks was on the rags and would not put out. His pre-planned, easy, first night mark proved to be his downfall. Was he ever pissed. He dumped the poor girl the next day. Or tried to. Long story there. Long, ugly story.Rico, the oldest of our gang at twenty-seven, fell next, on night number two. He actually got to bang his current girlfriend on night one, the easy bang Danny missed. Rico was forced to work a double shift at the General Motors plant on night two. Because Rico’s second shift ended at eleven p.m., and it was a Sunday, he was screwed. Twenty minutes to shower and change, thirty minutes to drive home, leaving him ten minutes to score. It was the fat waitress at the pizza joint in the back room at one minute to midnight, or it was nothing. Rico reluctantly chose nothing. Rico was loud, Latino and proud. He was not going to lower his standards. His girlfriend was gorgeous, probably a nine out of ten. He was used to soaring as an eagle. No way was he going to muddle around in the hen house. After all, there were no prizes up for grabs, no money and no trophies to be won. The drive to succeed on this mission rested solely with the desire of each individual participant.Donny was the next member of the gang to fall. Donny actually made it to week two. Seven days of week one, plus one day of week two. Eight different chicks in eight days. Pretty impressive. Incredibly impressive, actually.Banging eight chicks on eight consecutive weekends was impressive for most guys. Out of reach, for most guys. I could screw at this rate for ten years straight without blinking. Twenty years. Hell, probably for the rest of my life.However, eight different girls in eight straight twenty-four hour time segments was something else entirely. Unless you dropped your standards into the toilet, or you lived on a commune. We know why those bastards ran the communes. Everyone I had seen in the news had a leader who fucked like a bunny. Naïve, silly girls looking for pure love or dirt farming communism. Finding an old man’s dick waiting for them.Poor stupid girls.Poor little bunny rabbits, being tainted with the questionable reputation of fuck bandits.As a young stud, I had commitments taking time, energy and resources from my day. There were full time job commitments, buddy commitments, family commitments, eating and sleeping commitments, wasting time by playing video game commitments. Grocery store, gym and workout commitments. Sports on TV, banking, shopping at the mall and all kinds of other commitments. Life commitments, you could say. As I would find out over the course of those thirty-one days, the consistency required to break this world chick fuck record would become an enormous draw on my life skills.With Donny falling after night eight, I had to go it alone.Alone I went, on my journey to fun, fame and fucking.And something far worse.This place I was now in.CHAPTER FOURI adjust my shirt to cover the collar and sit back down on the cot. The music is thumping away nonstop. The music is loud enough to mask any sound made in this room. By the way, why exactly do they call this place the House of God? I’ve got to find somebody and ask. The curious thing, again. I should have checked this place out a little more carefully on the internet. I pick up the beer can, but it is empty. I don’t remember finishing it. I do the face check. Yes, nice and numb. It is time to explore.Before I can get going, someone enters the room on the other side of me. The light switches on and is immediately toggled down. In the brief instance the light was on, I could see a similar set of holes neatly set in the mirrored wall. Holes to my left, holes to my right. Fabulous. I can hear a bustling tight up against the wall, but can’t see anything. Somebody is doing something in there. I shouldn’t be staring, but I am. Something black is being pushed up against a three inch diameter hole, at crotch level.I stare harder. Black pants. Somebody is dry humping the hole in the wall. Great. The freak show has begun. I can see a metal zipper. Pressing into the hole. A long finger caresses the zipper, finding the metal tab. Slowly, as if in a strip tease act, the finger begins to tug the zipper down. The zipper slides back up and the finger disappears. The black bulge remains at the hole.Time for me to go. For sure, I am not yet ready for prime time.I stand up from the bed, ready to exit my room. As I move past the hole in the wall, for some stupid reason, my fingers run over the mirror surface. I try to stop, but my fingers keep going. Heading towards the three inch circle and the black bulge. My fingers arrive. Hesitate. Technically, the bulge is in my space, my room. I can do anything I want to it. Smash it, slice it, or kick it.Ignore it.Instead, I press my fingers against the bulge. A chill thrill runs though me. The material covering the bulge isn’t jeans, or cords. It is something else. Vinyl, or leather. With packed heat behind it. How wrong. This reminds me of stealing a pack of baseball cards from the corner store as a k**. You know you shouldn’t do it, but what the heck, you do it anyway. You don’t need the cards or want the cards; you do it for the thrill. Will you get caught? Or are you clever enough to pull it off?I am clever enough to pull it off. I remove my fingers.The door closes behind me, leaving some anonymous Romeo wanting. I shiver. What exactly was underneath the black leather bulge? My mind is spinning as I digest the last three seconds of my life.Besides the thumping, new age dance music assaulting my ears, I smell incense and marijuana and chemicals I can’t identify. I am trying to find my way back to the bar. I will start there. Or, walk right out the front door, get in the car and drive home. Certainly what I should do. I know I have problems, but can this be the answer?Of course I make a couple of wrong turns, this place is truly a maze. I run into a few dead ends. Single men are drifting around, aimlessly looking for, for what? Companionship?I am a little wobbly on my feet. Physically, I feel somewhat drunk. Mentally, I don’t. Not at all. Because of what I have seen thus far. Old men. Men in towels. Men with tramp stamps. Leashes and collars. Zippers being pulled down.At the end of a main hallway, I find a wide set of stairs going up. A sign on the wall says ‘Bath Attire Only Beyond This Point’. Beside the sign is a cartoon picture of a naked dude wrapped in a bath towel. There is a similar set of stairs going down but it is roped off. An ‘Employees Only’ sign is hanging on the rope.I will hit the bar first, before I try the second floor.My head is down, especially when passing towel clad males coming towards me. I am still in fear of running into someone I know. Pretty lame, dude. Nobody I know would frequent this type of place. Nobody. I need to relax and go with the flow.Finally, I find the bar.I put a twenty on the flat surface and ask the tender how much vodka my note will buy. He holds up five fingers, which he strangely turns into a fist, and does a silly upwards pumping motion. Okay, I say to myself, whatever dude. Give me the damn juice. The bartender lays a paper circle on the counter in front of me. Sets down a large glass. Pumps five shots into the glass from the vodka bottle. Uses a metal scoop to drop in ice cubes. Holds up an orange juice carton. I nod; he pours the juice until the ice cubes are floating even with the rim of the glass. Drops in a straw, stirs and scoops up my twenty. He is standing there, as if the transaction is not quite finished.I have not tipped the guy. Oops. I have money out in the car, but not another red cent in my pocket. If I leave now to retrieve the cash from my car, I will never come back. I will lose out on my twenty dollar drink, my twenty dollar entrance fee, and whatever else was coming my way.I don’t give a crap if I tip the bartender or not. He isn’t my buddy and I don’t plan on being a repeat customer. No, I sure as hell don’t.The guy is standing there. Waiting. Or thinking. Actually, to me it seems as if he is plotting.What? Who knows? Is he somewhat pissed?The bartender picks up a set of silver tongs and grasps a fresh orange slice. He dips the slice into a bowl of white powder he has brought up from under the bar. The powder looks to be sugar, or faux sugar. He drops the slice into the top of my drink, then uses the tongs to push it carefully below the ice cubes. The booze does not overflow the rim. I feel a little sheepish. The guy is obviously an excellent bartender.Finally, the barkeep slides away and I can tell he is a tad miffed. Cheap prick, he is probably thinking. Cheap rookie prick. Oh well. Move on with your life.The drink tastes good. No, the drink tastes excellent. I pick Escort up my glass and leave the bar. Probably better not to be in the ‘no tip’ bartender’s face. I grab a seat at an empty table beneath one of the flat screens. It is the Lakers. Awesome. Against the Clippers. More awesome. Bryant and Nash and Gasol and Superman teaming up against the k**, Blake Griffin. This flat screen is amazing. I have never seen one this big. The players are life size. It would almost be worth coming here to simply watch the TV.I take another sip of my super screwdriver. Wow. Powerful stuff. Fresh tasting, what with the quality orange juice and the sugared up slice. I calculate in my mind. Five shots. Times one and a half ounces. Equals seven and a half ounces of alcohol. Plus six cans of beer. Makes an awful lot of alcohol for someone who hasn’t had a drop in six months. It’s a good thing I booked a cheap motel eight blocks over. I am certainly going to need to lay low tonight. No driving for this dude.The third quarter of the game has ended. After four small sips I feel brave enough to look around. The numbing in my face is spreading to my brain. I am beginning to relax. There are at least twenty guys in the room. More than I counted when I passed through the first time. At least half of them are wearing towels. Only towels. Most of them are watching the game or shooting the shit. A couple of them look to be flirting. No, let’s be honest. They are fondling each other under the table.For Christ sake.Stupid towel men.I find a clock on the wall. It is midnight. Wow, time is flying by. When you are having fun. Well, the game is good. In fact, the game is excellent. Especially on this magnificent giant screen. Especially when you are feeling this hammered. Yes, it almost seems as if I am s*******n again, back home at the Colony, watching the Brewers or Hawks on those small TV’s. The place appears to be a normal bar full of normal dudes doing normal dude stuff.Except.Except for the flirters and the fondlers. In their towels.I give my head a shake. This bar is far from normal.The chair beside me is whisked out and a guy sits down. I am startled. I didn’t see anyone coming. I didn’t want company. At least not yet. Not until the experiment started. If it ever would. There is not much chance this experiment will get off the ground. Much less chance than there was an hour ago, anyway. The chances were weakening by the moment; despite the fact the booze was doing its job. Because it was awfully disgusting, the truth of this place.The newcomer is young. He is tall. Shit, it’s the guy who came out from between the buildings. He must be eighteen or nineteen. Perhaps another college k**. His appearance, his build, everything about him screams ‘fag’. What screams ‘fag’ the most are his thick girly lips and fine features. His lips were almost glittering.Was he wearing some kind of gloss?The k** is easily six four. He can’t weigh any more than a hundred and forty pounds. His legs look long, but the thick heels on his boots were amplifying things. The boots are Nazi storm trooper wear, the kind of boots skinheads stomp fags with. His hair is thick and shaggy, falling down over his face. He is wearing a dirty white tee shirt, making him appear skinnier, if possible. The sprayed on, tight leather pants also scream ‘faggot’. The pants look custom molded to the guy, as if he wore them every day and everywhere.Wait a minute.Was this the guy who was dry humping my wall? Leather pants Romeo?I hope not.“What’s the score?” he pipes up.Girl’s voice. Kind of. Though, he is only a k**.Was he talking to me?I guess he was. No one else was at the table.“Clippers by six,” I answer. “Fourth quarter starting.”There. I talked to one of them. Now buzz off.He didn’t budge. Didn’t appear as if he was going anywhere.I thought, not so bad, was it? Despite the fact he looked different and…never mind.The guy was staring at my neck. What was he looking at?Shit. My hand went to the collar I forgot I had put on. What an idiot I was. A look of incredulity formed on the k**’s face. I felt it had something to do with the stupid collar. I adjusted my shirt to cover the damn thing and picked up my drink. A nice long pull.“What’s your story?” the fag asks.Christ. Is he talking to me again?“What’s my story?” I respond. “What do you mean?”“Well, it’s quite obvious you aren’t gay. My Straight-Dar is flashing, big time. Are you married and not getting laid? Or dating and not getting laid? Did you lose a bet? Do you think you can waltz into this kind of place and get an anonymous blowjob because your old lady is on the rags? Are you tired of jerking off solo? What’s your story?”What was with the fifty questions in this place? First at the door, now here.“’I’m having a drink. Taking it easy. Didn’t know it was against the law.”The fag is eyeballing me. Sizing me up for something? The same look the bartender had.“Well, be careful. I bet you don’t have a clue what goes on in this House.”The fag pauses.“And welcome.”He sticks out his hand.“I’m Stevie.”Since I am well on my way to drunken land, I stick out my hand. It’s a bar after all.“Der…David,” I correct myself.Fuck sakes.No need to spit out my real name in this place.We shake hands.“Nice to meet you, David.”The fag is smiling. He can see through my charade.“Don’t worry. Nobody uses their real name in this place. Because this place is not real. If you stick around long enough, you will find out. Shit, be careful though.”Unexpectedly, a third member joins our party.What is this, the social table?It is the guy who pulled into the parking lot beside me. The scurrier. He plops down into a chair. I look at him. He is wearing two things. A towel around his waist, and a collar around his neck. Great. The third guy at this table with a collar on. Because Stevie, or whatever his name is, is also wearing a collar.The collar gang.The new guy looks totally messed up. d**g messed up. He wasn’t messed up when he walked across the street. When he scurried across the street.“Who’s the newbie?” he slurs to Stevie Leather Pants.“This is Dave. Dave, this is Mentor.”What was this idiot’s name? Mentor?I didn’t want to shake hands with the towel man, but not to be rude, I did anyway. Mentor. What a stupid name. Since it was a fake name, why not go for it? I was already thinking of changing my fake name to something else. Mentor sounded better than Dave. Or Stevie. Stevie Nicks? Why not. He was almost a girl, with the features and hair and pants and high heeled boots. Whatever.I looked hard at this Mentor dude. He had the bobble head thing going on. His pupils were dilated. Yes, he was stoned on something good. Or bad. Only the night would tell for Mentor Man.I sipped some more on my drink. Thinking.“What did you mean by me being careful?” I ask Leather Pants Stevie Nicks.I saw his eyes perk up, spying something behind me.“You watch.”Suddenly, the huge, tattooed pit bull of a man from the room next to mine, blustered into the bar area. He was heading straight for our table. A man on a mission. His heavy feet fell as he stepped smartly. He stopped behind Mentor’s chair and snapped a leash around the stoned one’s neck. Yanked the idiot to his feet. Pit Bull growled something incomprehensible into Mentor’s ear, and began dragging him back towards the hallway maze.WTF was that all about!Nobody else in the room batted an eye. Only me. The rookie.Did…? Was I seeing…?Nobody cared?I wasn’t in Kansas anymore. No, I sure as hell wasn’t.“What I meant about being careful. The little collar you are wearing. It means you are available to be leashed.”What did he mean? Leashed?“If you get leashed in this place, you’re at the mercy of your master. Not a position you want to be in as a rookie.”Stevie seemed to be thinking.“Actually, not a position you want to be in, regardless of your experience. Some of the nut jobs who come in here are pretty sick.”Jesus. No k**ding.The Pit Bull was easily yanking the Mentor Man, rag-dolling him. Mentor Man was bigger than me.Shit.Were there bigger Leash Men around than Pit Bull?What was going to happen to Mentor Man, back there in the maze?Was he on his way to see God?I look at my drink. It is empty, save the ice cubes and the orange slice. Using the straw, I twirl the orange slice around in my glass.“Are you going to eat your slice?” Leather Pants Stevie asks.Yes, I think I will. Since I paid for it. With no tip, of course. I fish the orange slice out and suck back the meaty fruit. I drop the perfect circle of cleaned peel back into the glass. Immediately, my tongue feels numb. Novocain numb.The game is over on the big screen. The lights in the bar have dimmed. I didn’t notice it happening. I look around the room. It’s mostly empty. The guys have headed back into the maze. They are ready to shed their ‘normal sports guys’ skins, for something entirely different. The smart ones are heading for the highway, knowing the Pit Bull is on the prowl.There are two guys necking on the big screen. Shit. They are life size, as were the basketball players. I got it. The game is over, it is late, and it is time for porn. Both guys on the screen are young and strapping, and shirtless. Bad actors. Disgusting behavior. My face is an open book.Stevie has been watching my reaction to the porn.“I don’t think you belong here,” he interrupts.I look at him. He is looking at his watch. As if timing something. Or letting time pass for something to happen. What, I had no clue.“Why don’t you head back to your room. I will meet you there and help you with the collar. You need a key to remove it. The thing will beep if you try to wear it out of here, and then you will really be the center of attention.”Made sense to me. I stand up to go. I am shaky on my feet. Six cans of beer and seven point five ounces of vodka. After a six month layoff. My tongue, my lips and my throat are tingling as well. From the orange slice.“By the way,” I ask, “What is this House of God all about?”Stevie the fag is looking at me, contemplating the question.“You know what? If you ever decide to come back to this place, I will tell you all about it. For now, it’s starting to heat up in here. You should get the hell out while you can. You’re in room one two niner, right? See you there in ten minutes.”[to be continued………………..]

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Dreams Come TrueDreams Come TrueFinally, I split with my long-term partner of 15 years and she had custody of our two c***dren.As a secret female wrestling addict since first fantasies aged 10 I decided that my new freedom was going to give me the chance to make fantasy a reality.My first move was to join a dating site and own up to my wrestling obsession. Surprisingly I received a lot of response from women living in the same coastal city as me and even more to my surprise, many were around the 30-40-age range.So, I had to check them out with the usual meet in a bar/restaurant of choice. Most of these meetings went positively and the women generally seemed interested in wrestling, ‘for fitness purposes’.By the time I had seen the lot I had a small but promising list of women sharing my interest. None of them had owned up to any previous experience. Two of them said they might be interested in filming sessions (one of the questions I asked them all)But there was one outstanding lady who admitted to being 42 years old although you would never believe it. Sarah was a natural blonde with stunning blue eyes and 5’8” without shoes. Clearly a highly intelligent lady, she had recently split with her partner. She had not had c***dren and had given her time to a successful highflying career that had literally paid off for her big time; as a result she now had a lot of freedom. So why was she interested in me?Any way we started a relationship. She said she was competitive and had been a successful school athlete, but her career only gave her time for gym workouts to keep fit. She missed the competition of her youth.She seemed totally fascinated as I revealed the female fight scene to her on the Internet and of course with my huge and previously secret collection of films from producers all over the world. We would go to bed and watch films then have sex. She liked to get on top and then move up and face sit me I greedily obliged teasing her clit while she leaned back and yanked on my cock till we both burst. She said she’d never done that before-well neither had I- and it became her favouriteturn on.Sarah was now ready for her first match. For some reason she didn’t want to use her place overlooking the beach (more about that later) so it would have to be my place. My ex-wife had moved out after our separation and went back to live with her family. We had just converted a large garage into an extra room and Sarah and I decided this would make an excellent wrestling studio. We thought carefully about how to set it up and chose the sort of scene found on our favourite films. Two large settees would flank the wrestling area and the wrestling space would be either a soft fur type carpet that we both found sexy or a wrestling mat. When we used the carpet it would cover the mat.We needed an opponent and at that point my notebook from the dating site came back into action. I phoned a woman who I had originally made my second choice. Her name was Linda and she was of Italian origin. With black hair and slightly dark skin she was the opposite beauty to Sarah. She stood at 5’6’’ just slightly shorter than Sarah and younger at 36. I thought they were well matched. When I phoned her it turned out she was back in a relationship but she said she was still interested in wrestling and would talk to her new guy about it. A few hours later Linda phoned back to sorry but her guy said the idea was stupid and he didn’t want her to do it. I said OK I was sorry too but maybe she could work on him. Two days later she phoned again. Her man Mikey had changed his mind.We planned the event for the next weekend, Saturday afternoon 2 pm.Because both women were inexperienced we decided on a pins to a ten count as the best type of starter match. Did the women want to meet up beforehand? No, they didn’t want to see each other till they were face to face on the mat. Mikey would like to film the match and both women wanted that, so I would be referee.I couldn’t believe this was happening after so many Escort bayan years. On Friday night Sarah was getting worked up in anticipation. She talked about the moves she could make to get Linda into inescapable pins. At one time she pushed me against a wall pulled down my zip and said. “This is what you want isn’t it Robert?” while she worked my cock.“Babe, this is my dream come true”.“ Maybe it’ll be mine too” she laughed, “But only if I win!”Linda and Mikey turned up on time on Saturday and I took them through to a room adjoining the studio. Mikey had lights with him and seemed to know about filming so I left him setting up and said hello to Linda. She was very nervous but ready for it; so also feeling the rising anticipation I left her to change.When Mikey was ready I called both women to the mat. Both came in now with a confident swagger. Both were in thongs, Sarah in silver, Linda in gold; on their feet they wore soft gym shoes. They faced each other in the centre for the agreed stare down. I can’t tell you how I was feeling, like on cloud nine. The two women facing each other were magnificent. Sarah’s long blonde hair was piled up high while Linda had her black locks in two bunches.Brown eyes stared at blue with a steely resolve. Both were slim but fit women with full natural breasts and nipples erect. Taking your eyes down from those globes– if you could—across taut but rounded stomachs to full fleshed and muscled thighs and back to perfect arses I was breathless and found myself mumbling through the rules in a toneless voice that seemed to be coming from elsewhere and finishing with, “Right ladies go to your corners and come out fighting on my mark”.They both turned and walked back to opposite ends flexing shoulders arms and legs for the last time.“Ready? Round one–fight!”They rushed each other breasts bouncing.There was a flurry of arms grasping for a grip, pulling and shoving before Sarah came out with a side headlock. She stepped forward and took Linda down. She poured the pressure on with Linda’s head next to the mat. Linda went red and her eyes were watering. Sarah’s left breast lay over Linda’s right cheek. Moving quickly Sarah released the headlock and pushed Linda’s left shoulder down so she was on her back with Sarah on top. Sarah raised herself up and brought her rear down hard on Linda’s stomach. There was an audible smack. An ‘ooff’ sound came from Linda; it was the first of three such attacks. In between, Sarah made good her straddle by holding down both Linda’s arms. Linda was pinned but forced her arms and shoulders upwards while twisting her torso. Sarah progressed by moving up to trap Linda’s arms with her legs. Linda then used the shoe grip on the mat and pushed up into a bridge. The power in Linda’s legs! Muscles bulging she held herself off the mat‘Oh someone’s been teaching you’, commented Sarah before she dropped to her right and into a side scissors across Linda’s raised stomach.‘And you,’ replied a heavy breathing Linda.Sarah’s leg muscles tightened and Linda hissed with pain. She used her right hand to push down on Sarah’s thigh in an effort to relieve the pressure. Sarah leaned forward, grabbed the hand and pushed the arm over as she remounted the Italian girl. With a hold on both wrists she slammed down as much of her body-weight as she could so that they were lying tit to tit. Sarah stretched both Linda’s arms out wide before lifting her upper torso including those beautiful tits and slamming them down again onto Linda’s perfect pair. The sight was incredible but hey I had to do my job. ‘One, two.’ Linda exploded and pushed up an arm and shoulder her face twisting into a snarl. This was repeated several times until Sarah snaked her legs through Linda’s and racked her opponent with a g****vine. ‘Ah-Ah’, cried Linda as she was firmly opened up. Sarah’s arse was taught and the power from her thighs awesome but somehow Linda managed to release her legs. Now, still gripping Linda’s wrists Bayan escort tightly Sarah moved up again; this time her arse smacked down onto Linda’s tits and her legs trapped Linda’s arms. Sarah repeated the arse attack and drove her knees into Linda’s biceps drawing several cries of pain. ‘Pin’! Shouted Sarah.‘One, two, three, ‘Ah, my arms,’ shouted Linda, ‘Shut up’ replied Sarah. Four, five, six, ‘Get off me bitch,’ seven, eight, nine; Sarah pressed down one last time, ‘ten, pin!’ I shouted, ‘Break!’ Sarah looked into Linda’s eyes and grinned, ‘first one to me bitch.’‘Last one you’ll get.’ Sarah got up, smiled and posed for the camera while Linda sat up and rubbed her arms.‘Good pin,’ said Mikey behind the camera.‘More to come’ replied Sarah.She was awesome; I couldn’t believe how confidently she was fighting. Obviously watching all those films had taught her something and she was a natural wrestler.‘OK ladies, round two.This time there wasn’t the rush, and there was some circling before the coming together. Sarah went for another headlock but it was brushed aside and Linda found the time to slip round and lock on a full nelson. Linda pushed down but Sarah spread her legs and kept her feet despite a trip attempt. She tried to power her arms down to break Linda’s grip and when she did it a second time Linda released her nelson and trapped both Sarah’s arms in a chicken wing. She tightened the grip pulling Sarah’s shoulders back and making her tits stand out. I could see Mikey circling to get the best angle. This was a painful hold and for the first time I could see some distress appearing on Sarah’s face. But Linda needed to get her down so she pulled Sarah backwards lowering herself and Sarah to the mat. Finally she pulled her arms clear and pushed Sarah down. She struggled with Sarah’s arms then secured her to the mat with her knees on Sarah’s shoulders. She rocked her weight down giving Sarah some pain before she slapped her forearm down onto Sarah’s belly. An ‘Ugh’ came from Sarah. ‘Now you’ll pay’ said Linda as she dropped her arse heavily onto Sarah’s face. The reply was muffled but Sarah’s legs came up only to be thrown down by Linda. ‘Pin,’ she shouted, ‘Count it ref.’‘One, two, three, and Sarah’s legs came up again. After they were thrown down there was another slap with the forearm to Sarah’s stomach.‘Four, five, six, and another slap to the stomach. ‘Stay down bitch.’‘Seven, eight, there was no further movement from Sarah just muffled screams, nine, ten, pin!Linda’s right arm punched the air. ‘Yeh’! And she got up and walked smiling towards the camera. ‘Wha-do- ya say now babe’?‘You were great Lindy.’ She looked back at Sarah. ‘She doesn’t look so good now’And Sarah didn’t. Her face was red, hot and sweaty, her hair dishevelled. Her expression said it all.Linda pulled her bunches straight, grinned and dusted herself down, picking Sarah’s hairs from her breasts, stomach and thighs and then shook her legs out. She looked at me. ‘Round three, can she take it?’Sarah was now back in her corner and rolling her shoulders. ‘I’m ready’‘Round three.’Linda went out rapidly to meet Sarah and ducked down to get a hold on Sarah’s legs. She pulled but Sarah was too sure on her feet, She took the opportunity of Linda’s low position to take her with a reverse headlock. Moving slightly to one side she brought her knee up into Linda’s midriff. I heard it connect. There was a gasp from Linda who dropped to her knees. Sarah stuffed Linda’s head between her thighs and squeezed hard locking her ankles and dropping down to her right side. The head- scissors was a good one, Sarah’s thighs like a vice brought groans from Linda who slapped her free right arm against the torturing leg pressure. Sarah grabbed the arm and pulled it put straight out with both hands, she then released the scissors and rolled so her belly was on top of Linda’s head. Linda used her free left arm to try and push Sarah off but Sarah allowed Linda’s arm through Escort her legs and then scissored it. It was a classic cross body pin and Linda immediately bridged. Her belly heaved as she gasped for air. Sarah used her left hand to slap at Linda’s belly and she moved her body so she was guillotining Linda’s neck.‘Pin,’ Sarah called. Linda struggled and cried out desperately, her neck was being crushed and her right arm stretched hard. She resorted to slapping Sarah’s arse with her left hand. Sarah jerked her right arm out again bringing a howl and at that point I finished the count.‘Pin to Sarah now leading two to one,’ I called.Linda was up quickly and flexing the arm that Sarah had worked on while Sarah posed for the camera.‘Those legs are awesome,’ said Mikey behind the camera and Sarah flexed them by going up on her toes; she then spun her arse to the camera. ‘I can’t wait to see the playback,’ she crooned.‘Round four.’Both women now had a soft sheen of sweat on their bodies and were moving much more slowly as they looked for an opening. Sarah had both Linda’s arms by the wrist but Linda pulled away and then landed both her palms heavily on Sarah’s shoulders followed by a powerful thrust. Sarah went backwards and Linda continued to push until Sarah fell back onto the settee. Linda mounted Sarah and grabbed at her hair. She trapped Linda’s head between her thighs and ground her crotch against her face. Muffled cries came from Sarah and Linda looked down at her. ‘How do you like this huh’ She turned to me.‘Pin.’‘No,’ I said,’ you’re not on the mat.‘What? That’s not fair, we’re still wrestling.’At that moment, Sarah got both her arms in front of Linda’s belly and pushed hard. Linda went back onto the mat almost sliding down Sarah’s slick legs. Sarah followed her down and caught both Linda’s legs and doubled her over. Linda was helpless as Sarah piled her weight down on top of the doubled up Linda. ‘Pin,’ shouted Sarah. But Linda had both arms free and she battled to release her legs, finally she face barred Sarah and seemed to be pushing her back. But Sarah quickly slid round so she faced Linda’s head and got her knees down on Linda’s shoulders, bum on her face. Reverse jacknife pin. Totally effective pindown and held for the count.Sarah flung Linda’s legs down, got up and shouted down at her, ‘Want more? You want some more?’Linda’s temper was up and she attempted to rush Sarah but it was clumsy and Sarah was able to grab one of Linda’s bunches, pull her head down and raise her leg into Linda’s chest and stomach. Smack to the breasts and smack to the stomach followed by a heave that sent the black haired beauty on her back. She tried to rise but Sarah pushed her down with a foot to the chest. Twice. Linda lay spread-eagled then rubbed her stomach and left breast. Sarah just watched, standing over her, hands on hips and there was a silent tension in the room. Linda tried to curl onto her side and then Sarah pounced. She slapped down onto Linda, chest to chest, pulled her arms out and g****vined her legs. There was little resistance. Sarah spread Linda’s legs, the brunette grunted. Mikey closed in to film the g****vine then focussed in on the two women looking at each other the one underneaths face showing pain. ‘Now, have you had enough?’ said Sarah quietly as she forced even more pressure on.‘Yes, had enough,’ Linda moaned out.Sarah held her there for a few seconds more looking into her eyes then slowly slid to a straddle position.She looked round still on Linda’s stomach. ‘She gave me a good match,’ she laughed, ‘but I won’ whoo’ and she raised her arms and bounced on Linda’s stomach, breasts jiggling. ‘Whoo- hoo I won.’‘Sarah is the winner, four pins to one,’ I called.‘To the middle please ladies.’I stood in between the wrestlers holding their wrists.‘The winner, Sarah,’ and I held Sarah’s arm high. Sarah grinned while Linda looked totally downcast.The next day Mikey rang to say Linda had recovered. He said he was totally converted to the sexy sport. Two days later he came round and gave us the film of the match.Sarah and I realised that Mikey really new about filming. All the action was caught with high definition and his camera was always where you wanted it to be. Mikey also let on that Linda wanted a re-match. We can’t wait!

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Mom and I together, Forever I grew up in tirupati, my name is Ajay. Girls/Women of any age could get in touch with me on [email protected] father was a mild mannered man who worked in a mill. He had one addiction, he drank heavily and many a night he would pass out and had to be helped to bed. He was good to my mother and I could see that she respected and loved him. But I sensed there was also sadness in her and at that time I could not understand why.I helped mother out at every opportunity. I had a crush on her and this way it kept me close to her. mother always looked up to me for help. I was constantly chatting her up, I could see that she appreciated this as it helped to break the boredom of her day. Dad would go to work in the morning and the next time we saw him was late at night when he would come home tired after which he would proceed to drink heavily.It seemed to me that the spark had gone out of their marriage. Most of the time he seemed either preoccupied in making ends meet or drinking, this I believe led to his neglecting mother. Don’t get me wrong, dad stilled loved mother. They still laughed, joked and k**ded each other but the romance that characterized the earlier part of the marriage was rare.I worked part time driving a taxi in order to make extra money to supplement our family income; this left me very little time to socialize. There were good days and bad days.After the rest of the family had gone to bed had gone to bed, mother and I would sit by the kitchen table and talk. I knew mother appreciated this gesture. As years went by we grew very close. She would constantly hug me and remind me that I was the beacon of light in her life. I was very mature for my age, knowledgeable beyond my years.When I was twenty I began to notice Amma in a different light. I was growing aware sexually and with that bought the realization that mother was very sexy. She had long dark hair, hair that reached to her hips. And even having birthed three c***dren she had a killer figure- 36-24-36. Her eyes were very dark and twinkled in good humor. How close were we? Well we talked about every thing even personal secrets. I talked of the movie stars I liked and disliked and she talked of her past before she married father. She talked wistfully of those carefree days of her youth of things that could have been. She never regretted her marriage as it produced some of the important things in her life- her husband and her c***dren.With my awareness of mother as a desirable woman, I began to seek out her hugs and kisses. I began to pay her compliments on her looks at which she would blush. I began to bring sweets and flowers for her every day when I come home from working at the grocery store.I began a routine where every Sunday evening I would take her to the movies and hotel. At the movies I would innocently lean against her or hold her hands. Pretty soon I started putting my arm around her shoulders at which she would lean back and rest her head against my shoulders. I knew that she looked forward to our weekends together because she would try to pick a movie well in advance.After the movies we would go and sit in a park near the theater. From here one could look at the whole town. We would talk laugh and josh one another.”Ajay”, she said one day, “I think we should start looking for a girl for you. You are going to be 21 soon”.”Amma” I said blindly without thinking much of the consequences. “I do not want to get married. I want to be with you always”.She pulled her head back in surprise looked at me and then looked away silent.”Amma, did I say something to alarm you”.”I think we should leave,” she said after a long interval of silence. Mentally I cursed my self for saying what I had said, but knew that now the cat was out of the bag there was no turning back. I decided to go for broke.”Amma,” I said, “I am sorry if I offended you, but you know I have a good head on my shoulders and wise beyond my years. But don’t hate me for saying that I am in love with you and I will do anything to make you happy”.The silence continued for some time and then she looked at me sadly. “Ajay, it’s not your fault but mine. I should not have let it continue but I guess I was lonely””Amma,” I said “I wish it hadn’t happened, but since it has I am glad to be in love with you”.”My darling boy, you are my son,” she retorted, “these things don’t happen between a mother and son and besides I am a married woman”.”Amma,” I replied in desperation, “what is done is done. I can’t take my love back, but will you give at least some serious consideration to what I just said”.She was silent for a long time. She was crying. My heart went out to her. I pulled her to my chest and held her.”Ajay” she whispered. “I think we should be heading home”Things cooled down very much after that. Even though I pleaded with her, she would not let me take her out on Sundays, telling me instead that I should go with someone of my very own age. I could see that it was killing her as much as it was killing me. As days passed she seemed sad and withdrawn. This went on for a month. Father noticed the change and asked her why she didn’t go out to the movies with me any more. Amma shook her head and asked father why he didn’t take her out.”You know Kamala I work every day of the week and Sunday is my only day off. On that day I prefer to stay and relax at home,” he replied. He was drunk as usual. After which a big verbal fight ensued which ended with Amma exiting to the bedroom and slamming the door shut.That tuesday when my father, my brother and sister were out of the house I asked her out again. To my surprise she quietly nodded her head in assent. I went and hugged and she put her head on my shoulders. I hugged her tightly indicating to her that with her assent the tone of our relationship had changed. I silently but very gently caressed her back running my hands over her shoulders and over her behind. She continued to rest her head over my shoulders. I pulled back and looking deep into her eyes said in a quiet voice. “Amma I love you and I can’t change that”. I bent down kissed her cheeks, her neck, and then boldly placed my mouth against her lips. She did not draw back from my embrace. I was elated that at last it seemed she was responding back.My flowers were now accepted with a warm kiss on the cheek. When we were alone the hugs were back but my hands now openly and gently caressed her. In the days that followed before the Sunday date, I saw Amma suddenly change back to her old self. My sister also remarked at her change to which she replied that she was going to see a movie with me. My sister smiled at me saying that she had thought that I had finally cut the apron strings. I mumbled saying something about Amma needing a break.That Sunday evening Amma looked stunning in a tight dress. Her breasts and butt cheeks molded beautifully into her dress. I was overcome looking at her beauty. She looked very young. I was, I noticed, the recipient of many an envious stares. The movie was a sentimental romance. As usual I put my arm around my Amma while she leaned her head against my shoulders. After the movie as usual we went to the park. It was a cool night.Amma looked into my eyes and said, “Ajay, thank you for your patience and thank you for the wonderful evening”.I looked at Amma and said, “Amma you look sexy tonight”.Amma blushed and laughed at the same time, “Oh Ajay if you weren’t my son I would think you are trying to seduce your own mother”.I looked at her and said, “Amma, I am”.Amma pulled her head back and replied, “Ajay for heavens sake I am your mother and besides I am married to your father”.”Amma do you really care for him? I see he has been neglecting you and that you are deeply unhappy. Give Escort bayan me a chance, I can make you happy!”She replied quietly after a long pause, “Ajay may be we should head home before one of us does something that we may deeply regret the rest of our lives”.I groaned. “Amma I am sorry but you are so beautiful you make me say and do things I have no control over. Many a times I have wished you were not my Amma maybe it would have been easier romancing you”.I could see that Amma was pleased at the compliment I had paid her. I’m sure father did not do that.Amma caressed my cheek, “You poor baby, and by the way I am glad your are my son. Do you really think I am beautiful?”I smiled and replied by drawing her to my breast, “Yes Amma you are beautiful and sexy.” Suddenly I bent down and kissed her.Amma did not draw back but remained passive and stiff in my arms. I continued to kiss her with more and more passion. Suddenly she responded back with equal pressure against my lips. At last I could see a crack in her armor. I pressed my advantage and we continued necking. I was all over her face I kissed her cheeks her eyes her nose and back to her lips. I gently probed her mouth with my tongue and she opened her lips. We necked for a while.Suddenly my mother said, “Ajay Its getting late I think we should head home”.As we drove home Amma leaned her head back on my shoulder. I could see a faint smile in the corner of her mouth. Halfway back home I pulled into a side street, to my Amma’s surprise. I pulled the car to a stop, pulled her towards me, and started to kiss her.I gently put my hand on her breast she stiffened pulled away from my lips and whispered, “Ajay, I don’t think we should do this”. But I cut off any further protest by forcing her lips back into mine. I continued caressing her breasts. They were firm and felt wonderful in my in my hands. I knew Amma was getting excited because she began to moan as kiss back with greater intensity.Suddenly she pulled back and said, “Ajay we should go home”.”Okay Amma”.When we reached home the house was quiet. Every one had gone to bed. I knew father would be fast asleep drunk. When we entered the house I began kissing Amma again in the living room down stairs. At first she protested saying that someone could come down stairs.I replied quietly but firmly, “Amma I love you as I have never loved anyone before. I just want to kiss you all the time. I can’t help it. Besides everyone is fast asleep”.”That’s sweet Ajay, I love you to! But I am a married woman and whatever shortcomings your father has I am still wearing the mangal sutra he tied around my neck!””Amma”, I whispered, “All we are doing is kissing and fondling. I don’t see any harm in that?””But Ajay, somebody could wake up and come downstairs”. Suddenly I had an idea. “Amma, how about going to my room. We can lock the door. father I’m sure is drunk and won’t miss you”.Amma was silent for a few seconds. I was surprised when she nodded her head in agreement.Amma replied, “Go to room and wait for me I’ll go and check on your father”.In my room I paced back and forth excitedly. Suddenly my bedroom door clicked open and Amma walked in. She pulled the door shut and locked it. She hastily came up to me and said, “fathers asleep drunk as usual”. I taught I heard a note of disgust in her voice.”Kanna, I don’t think we should do this as it could get out of hand”, she whispered. “I am scared”.”I know” I replied “But Amma, trust me. We will keep this very secret. Nobody will know.”Oh Ajay” Amma said timidly and kissed me on the cheek. I sank with her on my bed and began kissing her. The kisses grew more and more heated and I could feel Amma’s excitement through her cotton sari. My hands were now rowing all over her body caressing her breasts one second and rubbing her ass the next.I reached behind to undo the buttons on the front of her blouse. Amma went rigid in my arms for a few seconds but then she relaxed. I swiftly undid the buttons and removed her blouse as quickly as possible afraid she would change her mind any time. All the while I continued kissing her. I reached back and unsnapped her bra.Again Amma weakly protested and whispered, “Ajay think of your father”. I knew we were far too gone to think of anybody else. I cut her off with another open-mouthed kiss. All of a sudden her bare breasts were pressed against mine. I blindly reached out and began to fondle them. They felt soft and sexy. I bent down and took a nipple in my mouth and began to lick and suck. Amma moaned in passion. Her nipples were long and thick. Her nipples were soon erect in excitement.”Amma I love you, I can’t help it. I know I should feel guilty of making love to my own mother but I don’t care” I declared.I continued kissing all the way to her navel savoring the slightly salty taste of her body. Amma gave an audible squeak of pleasure. I reached her belly button with my tongue and began to kiss and lick it as Amma pushed her self up to me in pleasure. I began to stroke her legs up and down, all the while kissing her belly button. Her legs were firm to touch. Slowly my hand inched further and further under her sari and petticoat. Her thighs felt firm and soft.Amma stiffened as my hand reached the crotch of her petticoat. I reached up and sought her lips and gently forced them open with my tongue. Amma moaned into my mouth. She relaxed and opened her thighs in response. I shook my head in disbelief. Amma, the woman of my dreams, the same woman who had borne my brother and sister, the woman who had birthed me was letting me make love to her. I caressed her through her petticoat. I felt her cleft and began to rub it. Amma moaned in pleasure. I could feel to moistness seep through her petticoat.I pulled my hands out from under her petticoat, quickly puller her sari off. I stood up, removed my clothes as quickly as I could. My cock was hard as an iron bar. I slid down Amma’s body until my mouth was pressed against the crotch of her petticoat. Only the petticoat separated her bush from my mouth. I inhaled deeply breathing in the intoxicating aroma of her juices mixed with the faint smell of stale urine.I began to lick the crotch of her petticoat as Amma wiggled in excitement. I began to savor her juices that seeped through her petticoat.I reached and hooked my fingers under the waistband of her petticoat and began to tug them down. Suddenly Amma jerked up.”Oh, Kanna, no, we shouldn’t” she said. “You are my son and I shouldn’t be doing this.””Amma I love you. You are the most beautiful woman in the world. I know it’s unusual for a mother and son to be sexually involved. I believe that if you love some one its only natural to make love.””But Ajay what if someone finds out.””Amma, we can be careful and no one needs to know our business.””But Ajay” I kissed her before she could complete her sentence.I kissed her hair her eyes and once again lowered my mouth to her full sexy lips. Suddenly Amma went limp in my arms. She began to kiss back with more passionate intensity. Our tongues dueled with each other.I reached down and tugged her petticoat. This time she did not resist. I pulled them off and threw them down on the floor. She instinctively reached down and covered her womanhood from my prying eyes. I gently but firmly pulled her hand away. I stared at the thick rich dark pubic hair like some one in a trance.Amma reached up and pulled me down and began to kiss me as I began to gently caress and finger her mons. I nibbled at her teats at the same time inserted my middle finger into her womanhood. Never in my dreams did I ever think that one day Amma would let me pull her petticoat down and caress her femininity.She was very wet. I moved my mouth down her body to the Bayan escort inside of her thighs and then proceeded to kiss and lick it. I then moved my mouth up to her pubic hair and proceeded to nibble it. All the while Kamala, my Amma moaned in pleasure. I licked the thick pubic hair and then proceeded to pull her vagina open. I breathed in the rich feminine odor of my excited mother. I stared at the inner wall and noticed the small pink hole through which she peed. I licked it. I licked the surrounding walls savoring the rich flavor of her very wet hole. I ran my tongue over her clitoris and Amma yelped in pleasure.I placed a finger in her vagina and proceeded to run it in and out while eating her. Her breathing grew ragged. I continued to stimulate her clitoris for a long time. Amma grew very wet. My fingers were drenched with her juices. Suddenly Amma stiffened and moaned at the same time. Her body then shuddered continuously as I rapidly licked her clitoris. I knew she had just climaxed. She quickly pulled me up on top of her.”Oh Ajay, That was good”. She whispered shyly. “I have never had an orgasm this good.”Amma you are sexy and beautiful. This has been my ultimate fantasy to make love to you.””You really think I’m beautiful.””Amma, yes. More than all the movie actresses”Amma reached up and pulled me down lightly kissed my lips and then forced my mouth open with her tongue. At the same time she reached down and grabbed my penis and began to rub it up and down her very wet slit. She grew more and ore excited.”Amma” I whispered. “I love you”. She spread her legs wide as if in silent assent and bought the tip of my cock and placed it against her vaginal orifice. I looked deep into her eyes as she began to push me into her. I was big and thick for my age. Her vagina slowly opened like a petal. Amma suddenly pushed upward and my cock slid into her vagina to the hilt. Amma was surprisingly very tight for someone who had three c***dren. I could feel her muscles clutching me like a vice.I pulled out and then slid back in one fluid motion. I then proceeded to fuck Amma with a fury that I had never experienced before. Her body shook in rhythm to the fuck strokes. My penis was soon saturated with her lubricating juices. We moved as if we were made to fuck each other. Every down stroke was met with an upstroke. I could feel the tip of my cock hit the mouth of her womb with each plunge. She began to breathe heavier and heavier.After rutting like a****ls for about fifteen minutes she suddenly went rigid and clutched my ass. I could feel began rapid contractions about my cock at the same time I began to ejaculate against her womb. I must have spilt a load in her as I felt the semen running back out of her vagina.We stayed coupled for some time savoring the aftermath of our mutual orgasm, and kissing each other. I started to get excited and felt my self-hardening in her. I gently started to see saw back and forth in her vagina. This time the fuck was slow and gentle, it lasted a longer time. Amma and I came at the same time.”Ajay” she said after the last romantic fuck. “You are huge, I never had it this good with your father. I can’t remember when I had my last orgasm.” I beamed with pride. My first with Amma had been better than anything father had been able to deliver in all the years they had been married.”Oh Amma, that’s only because I love you so much””Oh sweetheart this was the best orgasm so far” she remarked.”Ajay, honey” Amma whispered. “I should be going back to your fathers bed. We don’t want to arouse any suspicion now, would we.”We kissed for some time whispering sweet nothings to each other. She then got up cleaned her self.”Amma can I keep your petticoat” I asked in a whisper. Amma was silent.”A souvenir of our first night,” Amma asked mischievously.”Yes,” I replied.”Only if you hide it”.Amma put her clothes back on and petticoat-less she slipped out of the room. I was covered with a mixture of our fuck juices. The last thing I remember falling asleep was Amma’s petticoat pressed to my cheeks.The next day Amma did not look at me when the family was seated at the breakfast table. I thought I had blown it. The family finally dispersed for the day and I was getting ready to go to school. Amma stepped into my room.”Ajay” she said, “we need to talk.””Amma what’s wrong.”Amma blushed.”Ajay we can’t repeat what we did last night”Before I could protest any further she motioned me to be quiet.”I think last night was wonderful. I will always treasure. But I’m a married woman. This is never going to happen again.””Amma,” I protested as I moved towards her and pulled her into my arms, “I love you and I know that you love me. Give our love a chance.”I tried to kiss her but she averted her lips and pulled out of my embrace and shook her head.”Amma,” I said, as she was ready to leave my room “I will not stop loving you and will not stop pursuing you.”Amma left my room with tears in her eyes.Things cooled down after that. And even though I could see that Amma was unhappy she would not budge from her resolve. I had given up ever getting her back.Amma also vigorously started looking for a bride for me. She contacted all her relatives and asked them about available girls. She collected horoscopes and consulted astrologers for good matched for me. She arranged for me to see a few girls whoe horoscopes matched mine. I was very unhappy that I am being driven away from my only love my own mother. Finally I gave my consent for a girl who I chose because she looked a little like my mother. The marriage date was fixed.Then something strange happened. I noticed that Amma’s behavior towards me changed. She acted more like someone who was jealous. She snapped at me at the smallest of mishaps. Then one day when we were alone, Amma asked, “Ajay maybe we should go out for a movie this weekend.”I was pleasantly surprised. But I thought maby Amma wants to just please me.”Amma, Oh yes, Oh yes.” I whispered.The days following I was in a trance. I couldn’t wait for the weekend.For our outing Amma had gone out of her way to dress sexy. I could not believe that the sexy woman next to me was my mother. After the movie we drove to our secluded spot. I pulled her into my arms and Amma did not resist. We began to kiss passionately. My hands were roaming all over her body. I could see Amma was visibly excited.After an hour or so of necking we drove back home. When we reached home everyone was asleep.”Go to your room and wait for me, I’ll check on your father.” she whispered.I was undressed and in bed when she entered. After locking the door she came to me. Our passionate kissing continued. I swiftly undressed Amma and rolled on top of her. I kissed every inch of her body over and over again. I held on to her shapely ass as I ate her out.I got on top of her, she took hold of my penis, which was hard as a steel bar, and placed it against her vaginal opening. I pressed and easily entered her very slick cunt. I held Ammas ass and started fucking her. Amma moaned with pleasure at every fuck stroke. We rolled around the bed, sometimes she was on top and at other times I was. We were at it for a long time and when I forcefully ejaculated into her, she came with an intensity I had never seen before.”Oh Ajay,” she said, “it is so wonderful”.”Amma, have you changed your mind about my marriage?”, I asked.”Oh Son I missed you, and as the marriage date came closer, I coild not bear it any longer. I realized I was jealous and that I loved you more than anything thing in the world.””As a lover” I asked excitedly.”Yes realized I loved you, not only as a mother but as a lover and that I could not bear to be apart from you.” She whispered.”Do you love me more than father.” Escort I asked.”Oh son I respect your father, but I don’t love him. After being with you I now know what love is. I am so happy when I am naked in your arms. Ajay, my darling son, I want to be your wife. Will you marry me?”I was stunned at these words from my beloved mother. “Amma, You have just made me the happiest man in the world. I don’t want to share you with anyone, even father. You belong to me. Your body is mine. I want you naked in my arms all the time. I want to enter you all the time.””Oh son that is so wonderful. But Ajay, our marriage has to be our secret. I want to be in your arms naked all the times but we have to be careful. I don’t want your father, brother or your sister to find out because it would prevent us from being together.””Yes Amma I know,” I replied.We began to kiss; my hands fondled my Amma’s breasts. I then proceeded to kiss her lovely long nipples, which were swollen with passion. She pushed me on my back and climbed on top of me and lowered her cunt on my cock. She pressed down until I was buried in her to the hilt. She lowered her mouth to mine while she proceeded to move up and down, slowly at first and then very rapidly. Suddenly her tongue began to frantically duel with mine. She then opened her mouth in a silent scream. I knew she had climaxed.I rolled on top of her and continued to fuck her with savage fuck strokes. Her body shook with each fuck stroke. She screamed and at the same time I buried my cock against her womb and proceeded to saturate her inner walls with my semen. After the wild ride we began to kiss tenderly while we were still joined at the crotch.Amma pushed me on my back and began to kiss my body all over. When she reached my crotch she took my hard cock in her mouth. Amma then gave me a blowjob. When I came she swallowed all of my come.Next day Amma and I went to the family jeweller and ordered a mangal sutra. Everybody assumed that it was for the new girl who I was going to marry. No one knew that I was going to marry my own lovely mother. We also bought a wedding sari for Amma and a wedding dress for me. Next week, on an auspicous day, Amma and I went to our village house to get married. Amma wore her new wedding dress and looked gorgeous. I wore my new dress and at the muhurth time, as my lovely mother/bride stood before me shyly bending her head, I removed the mangal sutra on her neck put by my father and tied the new mangal sutra which signified that mother was now my wife. Then we we went to the temple and prayed for a long and happy married life. Then we went to Woodlands and had a festive dinner. Back at home, we started making love.Amma said, “Ajay, every night with you has been a first night for me. You have made me so happy. But today is a special first night. Make love to me not only as your mother but also as a wife.””Amma, can I call you Kamala now that we are married?” I asked.Amma blushed a little and nodded her head shyly. Then I said, “Kamala, my love, this is indeed going to be a special night because I am going to make you pregnant”Amma buried her face in my chest and whispered, “Oh Ajay, the first duty of every wife is to bear a c***d for her husband. I will be so glad to become pregnant by you, son. I am in a fertile period too and my womb is ready for your seed”.That night, before mother and I slipped into sleep exhausted at four in the morning, I came into my mother’s eager cunt ten times so that we can have our first i****tuous c***d as soon as possible.From that time on we tried to spend every opportunity with each other. Whenever we were alone Ammas would be the one to first make sexual overtures. She was at her sexual peak and constantly horny- I know because when I pulled her petticoat off she was already sopping wet. I was proud when she told me shyly that she would get wet just thinking of me, and that nobody had excited her that way.Some times we were so crazy for each other that we took risks. One time, while the family was down in the living room, I noticed that Amma had gone to the bathroom upstairs. I went upstairs and silently opened the bathroom door. Amma had not locked it. She was peeing. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw me. Before she could say anything I pulled her of the commode, ripped out some toilet paper, cleaned her up, turned her around, bent her over the commode, and entered her from behind.”Honey someone may come up” she whispered. But I ignored her. I fucked until we both climaxed. I then pulled her petticoat up and would not allow her to clean herself up. We did not get caught. But for the rest of the day I knew Amma had sticky petticoat and it was my semen dripping out of her cunt.I remember one night I woke up horny. I wanted Amma bad. So I very silently crept to my parents bedroom. They were both asleep. I knew that father was in a drunk and fast asleep. Amma was sleeping by his side with the covers thrown back. She looked extremely sexy. I went up to her and shook her awake. When she did, I motioned her too keep quiet. I whispered that I wanted to see her in my room and left. About two minutes later she was in my room. As I pushed her on my bed and I undressed.”Ajay, I know I am your wife and I should come to you whenever you need me but we should not take unnecessary risks like your to my bedroom” she scolded. I cut off any further protest by kissing her. I pulled Amma’s dress up and began to eat her. In no time I had Amma wet and excited. I moved on top and entered her womanhood and proceeded to make love to her. Later that night, when she left my room her face glowing with sexual joy, Amma said, “Ajay, whenever you want me, just do like what you did. Come to our room and shake me and I will come her to your bed and we will enjoy. Ok?”. I was thrilled.But next night, at bed time, Amma came with her bed to my room with a beaming smile in her face. “I told your father that since he is drunk everyday, I cannot stand the smell all night and so I am going to be sleeping in your room from now on. He did not mind. So here I am all yours for the whole night every night”. I grabbed her and showered kisses on her and said, “Amma, now we can really be the married couple we are”, and started making passionate love.Three weeks after our wedding, after our first love session of the night, mother shyly whispered to me that she has missed her period. We waited anxiously the next few days. When Amma missed her period again, we were overjoyed. Amma was pregnant!!For the next eight months it was a daily thrill for me watching mother move about with her pregnant belly, glowing with that special pride that women get when they are carrying, now with the added joy of being pregnant with her own son’s c***d.Then one day I was in the delivery ward in the hospital as Amma beamed with pride holding a lovely baby girl – the product of our i****tuous marriage. She named the girl Anjali because she was my daughter. The love between me and Amma became more intense after we had the baby. Amma wanted us to live like the real husband-wife-daughter family we were. She asked me to get a job in another town which I did. We moved there leaving father with his drinks in our native town. We still maintain the mother-son relationship outside the house. But inside the house, we are husband and wife. I call Amma by her name and the baby calls me father which is what Amma wants.Its good that Amma is a highly sexed woman hence she doesn’t mind the fact that I am constantly kissing, caressing, and undressing her. We average at least two fucks a day. Somedays, I ask her to be naked the whole day and she happily goes about the day-to-day activities like cooking, washing etc completley naked and we make love several times during the day. With all that love-making, Amma is pregnant with our second c***d.The joy of living in married intimacy with your mother is something that can be felt only by actual experience. Amma and I hope all young sons out there get the chance to experience that joy.

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The First MeetingAmy Sons, Tina Rends and Jan Goods all in there 30’s were out on the town to have a girls night out not the normal for these working house wife’s. See all of them were very busy Amy a VP at the bank, Tina the HR manger for the power plant out side town and Jan is the head anchor at the TV station. All three the mother of two and all married to men who resented them cause they made more money then them. The three were all friends at school and after in each others weddings there k**s all about the same age were all friends too. on the off chance that they all have the same days off they go out on the town drink G/T’s and eat rich foods not the most interested women but it’s a lot of fun to them. Tonight it’s Franks a local bar and grill with a band after 9pm. all three get there around 8:30pm. so they can gets doubles the first half hour. They are having a great time and dancing up a storm girl talk and giggles all around. About 11:45pm. Tina goes to the restroom alone she passes a woman who bumps into her and just smiles as she walks around her Tina sets to pee and as she opens the stall door the same woman is there smiling at her Tina washes her hands and the woman stands behind her in the jam pack restroom suddenly Tina is aware that a hand is on her ass under her dress gently rubbing her butt Tina in shock jumps and rushes out but her arm is grab and she is turned to the back door scared she looks to see the same woman there she guides Tina out the door and leans her against the wall The woman still smiling asked Tina her name I’m Tina well Tina how old are you Tina says 34yrs. the woman ask about her friends and Tina says I don’t know what you want Escort bayan but I think you’ve mistaken me for something or someone else. The woman says meaning what Tina using her head careful not to offend says I’m not into women in that way and the woman just laughs and kisses Tina on the mouth cringing Tina pulls away and rushes back to her friends she is shaken but does not tell they what happened. The three women dance and Tina looks around for the woman not seeing her she relaxes and the party goes on. Around 2am they head to Fred’s to get some food Jan heads to the bathroom and is gone awhile Tina goes to but doesn’t see her as she heads back she passes an office the door partly open and Jan is bent over a desk and moaning loudly Tina can’t see who is fucking her but the motion tells her that whoever it is they are pounding Jan hard. Tina knows she should leave them alone but it’s to late her own twat is all wet and her feet wouldn’t move she watched for a few more min. then Jan cum so she goes to her seat. After they finish there food they all leave. The next day Saturday Tina sees Jan and is trying to ask who it was whit coming out and saying it unable to do so she drops it. Sunday and Monday are boring Tuesday morning Tina goes to work and is informed she has a new boss and is meeting them at 2pm not knowing anything about them she is fearful that it’s a man who don’t like women it charge. At 1:55 she goes to there office the door close she knocks and a voice says just a moment please then a red faced young woman comes out and tells Tina to go in. The big chair behind the desk is turned away and Tina sets in the chair in front Bayan escort the chair turns and it’s the woman from the bar Tina’s head starts to spin the woman gets up coming around her desk her dress all open her tits have lipstick on them she bends and again kisses Tina only this time it’s a passion kiss a kiss that hits Tina her nipples stiffen her cunt waters she is more turned on then ever in her life still not making a sound the woman guides her tits to Tina’s mouth who not haven ever done it before she sucked and licks those nipples the best she can after a while the woman gets up and lowers her dress Tina sees a clean shaved pussy coming to her face to first smell was like a d**g and she was hooked diving her tongue in she delighted again doing her best to please. Tina left the office with a fight in her head she truly loved it but, OMG it’s so wrong she wasn’t a lesbian or not even bi but she sure love the feeling it gave her. At the end of the day she sat in her car thinking she needed to talk to someone about this someone she trusted someone she could tell who wouldn’t fault her she called Amy but no answer so Jan was next but before she hit send she decided to just go there pulling into Jan’s drive she runs to the door knocking as she goes in she calls out JAN ARE YOU HERE? hearing voices up the stairs she walks into Jan’s bedroom to find her on the bed with Amy under her the two in a 69 unaware of anything but each others tongue Tina stood there in awl her friends in the thos of love making her body yearning to join them she removes her clothes and as the bed moves they notice her smiling they hug her and things get wild Escort Tina refused to leave Amy’s mouth so Tina covers Amy’s cunt with a tongue bath centering on her clit riding the bucking woman till she can take no more then the two of them ravish Jan to a quivering mess after words Jan and Amy turn Tina upside down. The three wanton huskies lay on the bed trying to regain there breaths. Looking into Tina’s eyes Jan ask how did you know Tina laughs I didn’t I had a eye opening happen and was coming to talk to my friend about it, Amy starts to howl laughing so loud she is crying Tina looks at Jan and says what’d I say. Amy clams down and says that’s why I’m here. So they all start over Tina says well Friday night that the bar a woman hit on me hard I brushed her off but it got to me then at Fred’s I saw Jan getting fucked hard and it drove me crazy I fingered myself all weekend and even let Tom fuck me then today that same woman is my new boss I sucked her tits and pussy first time I ever done it with a woman and loved it so much but the after thoughts got to me I came here to talk to you about it. Jan says well Friday night was it alright see I spotted a woman so alluring to me I couldn’t stop staring at her something about her drew me in and that was her fucking me at Fred’s and again the next day and again this morning I have no idea what her name is all I know is I can’t refuse her and she sure knows how to fuck me better then any man ever has I too needed to talk to someone and when Amy came over telling her turned into showing her. They all laughed then Jan’s phone rang looking she says it’s her saying hello Jan says you are OK yes I will OK bye. hanging up she jumps off the bed dressing she says she’ll be here in 5 Tina and Amy dress and as they are leaving a big car pulls up and Tina’s new boss and love gets out Jan runs out and her and the others just stand there smiling the woman opens the car door and justers for them all to get in.

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The boy who made me cumMy older sister got pregnant in her early teens, gave birth to a boy, christened John. I became an uncle before I was 10.Somehow I came be like an older brother to John when he grew up. He was a sensitive, shy boy, not fond of the rough games. A bit girlish.My grand dad had a log cabin in the woods not far from where we lived. I liked to be there with him, enjoying God’s nature.When I grew older I was allowed to be there alone. Especially as grand dad was not feeling strong enough to go there very often. Later I brought John there.Sometimes I spent all weekend there all alone.My sister had most of her days taking care of John, not caring much for boyfriends since she had been let down by her first experience. By the time John was entering his teens my sister stared dating seriously. Late one summer my sister came to me with a request.- Trev! You know Rick, the guy I have been dating for some time, wants to take me for a trip next weekend. Can you look after John for me? – Sure, I replied.I picked John up Friday afternoon, coming from work, and we Escort bayan were to spend the entire weekend in the log cabin.We had a great time, fishing, grilling and walking in the woods.Saturday evening a storm surprised us. We had to sit indoors and listen to branches scratching the walls, thunder and lightning.I did not care much but John seemed a little uptight.I decided to tell a scary story, maybe ot the best of things to do right there and then. Or …There were to small bedrooms in the log cabin. I used the one with the larger bed, John the other tiny room.Just as I was going to sleep I thought I heard something.-Trev, I am scared. Can I sleep next to you?It was John.I was in the state where you just about to fall asleep as I lie there on my back with left arm across my chest and the other one next to my right side, they way I prefer when going to sleep. I had no strength to whisper a reply, thought something like “if you wanna come into bed with me,it’s ok”.John must have thought I was already asleep and he slowly climbed into Bayan escort bed, tucking himself very close to my right side, putting his right arm on my belly.I always sleep in the nude. This John discovered when slowly moving his hand downwards, finding my pubic hair.I pretended to be asleep, wondering what John will do next.His hand continued down, finding my cock resting. He started examining my cock and balls. Very gently, fearing he’d wake me up, I guess. My cock reacted to his touches and began growing. Soon it was fully erect and I could hear John’s breath was getting heavier.He made sure cock was lying pointing upwards on my belly, began to slowly wank it.I tried to keep calm and collected. Suddenly John stopped, twisted and turned a little before moving back close, close to me. I felt John’s hard cock against my arm. He had removed his boxers.John tried to put his cock into my hand, and I did just enough to help him, gripping it gently.This seemed to please him as he returned to wanking my cock while slowly moving his hips, Escort no more than a centimeter or two, with his cock rubbing against my palm.His cock was rock hard, felt like burning and was shivering.John wanked my cock slowly up and down, up and down under the blanket. I knew I could not last for long.I tried to relax and not make any sounds. Then I felt the eruption cumming, flew out on my belly, never mind the bed sheets.When John felt me cumming, it triggered him and he came immidiately. I felt his spurts into my palm and onto my hips. The bed was really in a mess but I thought I’d just play the game and pretend to sleep, leave it for the morning.It was a bit awkward and wet but John soon fell asleep and so did I.The following morning I woke up while John was still sleeping. He had such an innocent look on his face, and I can swear he was smiling too.I went up, fixed breakfast, wondering if John would mention what had happened. I surely wouldn’t. Hey, I was sleeping, wasn’t I!?John never brought up the issue. I think he believes I was sleeping through the entire thing. No point in telling him the truth now, years later.So, what about John? Well, three or four years later he had a steady boyfriend.Me? The odd girlfriend, no lasting releationships – and more no boys. Although I relive that night over and over agin, wouldn’t mind a repeat.

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Anne Marie Slutwife on the Golf Course (Written bMy wife Anne Marie and I have the greatest relationship in the world. Granted, many find it, well, unconventional to say the least, but great just the same. We have the deepest love and respect for each other, and are both very secure people. This allows us to explore some fantasies that other less secure couples would have a hard time with. First of all, Anne Marie is hot. She really is. She is 5’7″ and 125 lbs. She has light brown hair with blond highlights, big brown eyes and a truly angelic face. Her body is slim, with a great ass and legs, and small but very perky 34b breasts. We are both in our late thirties and have experienced threesomes (MMF and MFF) with each other in the past. Our greatest sexual experiences have come when Anne Marie has allowed me to watch her have sex with other men and women. Feel free to check out some of our other stories if you haven’t already done so.I have to admit, I love the fact that she can be the biggest slut in the world. She has done it all, from giving some guy head while I was away on a business trip, to seducing several of my friends. Just the thought of her tongue in another man’s mouth, or her lips wrapped around a strange cock really gets me off. Some of the hottest times have been when I have been fortunate enough to watch her pleasure and be pleased by two other men at the same time. Well, on our recent trip to Florida, she came through like a champ.Last November, I had some business down in Jacksonville, and Anne Marie and I decided that if she flew down there on Friday after my meetings, we could spend the weekend together and have a little fun. I picked her up at the airport Friday afternoon and after a nice dinner, we decided to buy some champagne and a bottle of whip cream and go back to the hotel room. We partied and played around, and had a really fun night together. We slept late on Saturday and when we got up, the weather outside was hot and sticky and quite overcast. Being the wonderful wife that she is, she said that if I wanted to play a round of golf, she would be happy to ride along in the cart (she doesn’t play). When we got to the golf course we found it to be pretty empty (the weather being what it was). The starter said that we could go out by ourselves or join the two guys who were in front of us. They were in their early twenties and pretty good-looking guys, so Anne Marie said she had no problem joining them. As soon as they got a look at Anne Marie in her short white sun dress, they happily agreed to let us join them.We introduced ourselves to Billy and Brett and the three of us teed off. The first few holes were certainly nothing to write home about. I spent a lot of time looking for my golf ball while my wife waited patiently in the cart. Billy and Brett, on the other hand, were very good golfers and they were both playing well. Billy was 22 years old, with short black hair and a trim but pretty well cut body. He was your typical frat boy type, but very friendly and very nice. Brett was the quieter of the two. He stood about 6’2″ and I have to admit he had a great body. He was 24 years old and had dark skin (we later found out he was part black and part Italian).On Escort bayan the sixth hole, I sliced my tee shot way off to the right. Brett hit an uncharacteristic horrible slice as well, but Billy was right down the center of the fairway. We decided that Brett and I would ride together to our balls and Anne Marie would hop in Billy’s cart and take the ride down the fairway. Well, it was about this time when Anne Marie started to get a little frisky. She started to get out of the cart more and pull the pins for us on the greens and stuff like that. She was now regularly switching from cart to cart, making sure that she got a chance to ride with all three of us. It was then that I started to notice two things. First of all, I saw that my wife was really staring to flirt with Billy. Now Anne Marie is a wonderful flirt, and she was doing a bang up job. There was a lot of giggling and sly smiles and whispering to each other. It was really starting to turn me on. The other thing I noticed was that both Billy and Brett were really starting to check my wife out. I mean they had been stealing glances all day, but now they were getting a bit bolder. Her legs and ass were definitely getting the once-over from these two guys.On the twelve hole, I sank a three-foot put for par (if you can believe that) and Anne Marie bent over to retrieve my ball from the cup. I’m not sure she realized it, but when she crouched down, her dress rode up giving us three guys a clear view of the patch of white panties between her legs. When she looked up at us and saw our three jaws on the ground, she blushed a bit and said “oops, sorry fellas”. Billy told her not to be sorry, and asked her if she would pick up his golf ball if he sank his put too. We all laughed at this but Anne Marie said of course she would. Sure enough, Billy sank his five footer and Anne Marie made a total production of picking up his ball. It really was hot. First, she turned so her back was facing us, and then she bent down at the waist keeping her legs straight while reaching into the cup. Her dress, which didn’t even reach mid thigh, rode up, totally exposing her ass, which was covered only by her white thong panties.The rest of the round was a total free for all of sexual banter, flirting and flashing. The eighteenth hole was a par three, and Billy, Brett and I were making a bet on who would be closest to the pin with our tee shot. We couldn’t decide on whether it would be $5 or $10 bucks to the winner, so Anne Marie made it easy by offering to give the winner “the sexiest kiss you have ever had”. The guys couldn’t believe their good fortune. Billy turned to me and said “and this is alright with you?” I told him, “Well, she’s the boss, but I’m going to win the bet anyway”Brett hit first, and got a great kick from the left of the green, leaving him about ten feet from the pin. He smiled and said “Oh Baby” knowing it would be hard to beat. I was next. Not a very good effort. I was on the back fringe, but out of the competition. I now realized that I was going to see my wife make out with one of these two men. Billy’s turn to hit and you could tell this may have been the most important golf shot of his young life. Bayan escort His nerves must have got the best of him, because he hit the ball way left, and wound up about 25 feet away from the pin.Anne Marie turned to Brett and said “Guess you are the winner, Big Boy.” With that she walked over to him, reached up to put her hand behind his head, and brought her mouth up to his. She very slowly licked his lips and then put her tongue in his mouth. The kiss was slow and deep and it seemed like it lasted for five minutes. Brett’s hands reached around my wife and found the thin material of her dress covering her ass. He put his hand underneath the dress and gently cupped both her ass cheeks in his huge hands. When they finally broke the kiss, they were both flustered but Anne Marie just bit her bottom lip and said “Mmm…Good”.Anne Marie was insatiable now, and on the ride to the green, she made me reach into her panties to feel how wet she was. She was dripping, so I gently slipped my finger inside of her. That was it. She actually had an orgasm on the way to the eighteenth green. When we drove up to the green Billy was pouting as he approached his put. He said “How about a kiss if I sink this put?…come on, it’s a twenty five footer” Anne Marie looked at me, then right into Billy’s eyes and said “If you sink that twenty five foot put, I will take you back to our hotel room, put your cock in my mouth, and suck it until you cum.”When Billy got up off of the ground, he just smiled and approached his ball. Brett said “Don’t leave it short” and we all laughed. Billy must have read the put for ten minutes, but he finally addressed his ball and sent it on its way. It seemed like forever before the ball reached the cup did a three sixty and lipped out. Billy crashed to the ground while Brett and I were whooping and hollering and really giving it to him good.Anne Marie walked over to him as he was stilled sprawled out on the ground and said “Oh…Poor baby” She reached down to offer him a hand up. Billy reached for her hand, but instead of getting up, he pulled her down into his arms. They started making out like high school k**s, right there on the green. His hands were all over her tits, and she was sucking on his tongue. I started to get nervous because there were some people around the clubhouse watching my wife and this guy rolling around on the green making out and feeling each other up.When they finally got off the ground, Anne Marie turned to me and said, “I’m going back to the hotel room with these two men. Are you coming? You can watch if you would like.”They followed us back to the hotel, and when we got to the room, I took a seat at the desk. They didn’t waste much time. Billy unbuttoned the back of Anne Marie’s dress and slipped it over her shoulders. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so she was now just standing in front of them in nothing but her white thong. She got on her knees in front of them both, and reached up to unzip Billy’s golf shorts. Brett had already taken his shirt and shorts off and I could see a large bulge inside his boxers. Anne Marie peeled of Billy shorts and underwear, and his cock sprung up hitting her in the cheek. She started stroking Escort his cock with her left hand, while she was licking the bottom of his balls. Her right hand was inside of Brett’s boxers, gently playing with the tip of his cock. All three of them were moaning now and Brett finally slipped out of his boxers. For the next twenty minutes, Anne Marie, on her knees, switched from cock to cock, sucking and licking. The men were playing with her tits and her nipples were responding to their touch, getting as hard and big as I have ever seen. Billy’s cock was average length and pretty thick but Brett’s was by far the largest I had ever seen. About 9″ in length and so thick that Anne Marie couldn’t get her whole hand around it. Watching my wife sucking these two men was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced, and I found myself naked from the waist down rubbing my own dick. From time to time Anne Marie would look up at me and tell me how good they tasted.Finally, Billy lifted her up off of her knees and bent her over the bed face first. He took off her panties and spread her ass and pussy with his fingers. He got down between her legs and started licking her gently all the way from her clit to her ass. Brett positioned himself in front of her and put his huge cock back in her mouth. She started to convulse, and had a crashing orgasm on Billy’s tongue. She took Brett’s cock out of her mouth just long enough for her to beg Billy to fuck her. He put the tip of his cock up against her pussy and put his hands on her hips. He slowly pulled her towards him and his cock easily slipped inside of her. She was almost screaming now as Brett’s cock was going in and out of her mouth. I noticed Billy starting to tense up and he said he was going to cum. He pulled out of my wife’s pussy and started cumming all over her ass. She was in heaven as he drained his cock all over her.When he was finished, Anne Marie told Billy to watch her sit on his friend’s big dick. With that, she laid Brett on his back on the bed and straddled his thighs. She bent down and gave him another one of her famous French kisses, while slowly lowering herself onto his dick. I could not believe that she was able to fit the whole think inside her, but she was so wet that she didn’t have the slightest problem. Soon she was bouncing up and down on his dick like there was no tomorrow. She came all over his cock and collapsed on his chest. Anne Marie slid off of Brett and once again took his cock in her mouth. He thrust himself in and out of her mouth four times before he began to cum. It was so hot watching him cum in my wife’s mouth that I began to cum myself. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and continued to jerk himself off all over her face and tits.By this time, Billy was hard again and Anne Marie looked at him and said, “I bet you want to cum in my mouth too”. She got back on her knees and gave Billy the wettest deepest blow job you can imagine, until he started to cum again. This time she kept his dick in her mouth and swallowed his entire load.The guys stayed around for a few more hours, both of them fucked her again and I even got some action. When it was all said and done, Anne Marie had cum four times (not including the one in the golf cart) and each of us guys came at least twice. It was an awesome experience, and since it happened, our sex life has never been hotter. We plan on meeting the guys same time next year for old times sake. They said they might even bring another friend. I can’t wait. –

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Hitchhiking Leads to Gay FunI was hitchhiking north towards Santa Cruz, to visit some friends. It was late at night, I was standing under a street lamp along the highway, and I realized I wouldn’t get there anytime soon. I’d begun to think about where to spend the night…would it be another night sleeping under a bridge? After 20 minutes or so, a BMW pulled over, and I jumped in. He said he wasn’t going far, but I wasn’t about to turn down a ride!At this point I’d had some experience with gays I’d met while hitchhiking. Some of those experiences were awkward, some were good, but I’d never really let myself get into it. I would generally shut my eyes and pretend it was actually a cute girl sucking me, or a girl’s butt I was screwing. After the third or forth guy I started to get curious about what attracted them to another man’s cock, so I fondled his erection. Later I learned to enjoy the feel of a naked man…hairy, firm thighs, well muscled back, I learned I liked a hairy chest. I even sucked a few cocks, but never really got off on it, so the appeal of another man remained something of a mystery. I still saw gay sex as an easy opportunity to get off, with no emotional consequences…easier Escort bayan than finding a girl. Sometimes I would reciprocate, sometimes not.The driver of the BMW was maybe 35 years old, slightly pudgy. He seemed troubled, like he had a lot on his mind. He clearly wanted someone to talk to. So I listened to his troubles, as he talked about his problems getting along with his father, and a lot of other things. We drove for 20 minutes or so before he asked me where I was planning to spend the night. When I said I had no plans, and no money for a motel, he offered to let me stay at his place for the night. Soon after that we pulled into a condo complex, and walked up to his place on the second floor.We had a few drinks, unwound, talked and laughed for a long time…relaxing and getting to know each other. I got to thinking this might be another fun night with a guy, and I was OK with that, I liked this guy and was comfortable around him.It got late, he suggested I shower before bed. When I came out of the shower, the fold out couch it the living room was made up, and I got into bed naked. He took a shower next. When he came out, wrapped in a towel, Bayan escort and asked if I’d like a massage. I was so ready for that! So I smiled and said ‘Yeah, I’d like that a lot.’ He dropped his towel, turned off the light, and got in bed with me. Alone, naked in bed with a guy I liked. I knew this was going to be a great night!He had massage oils by the bed, and poured a little on my back. He turned off the light. While he straddled my ass, I could feel his balls brushing against my back as he moved. He was taking his time, obviously enjoying himself. I was enjoying this too, and wondering how I could reciprocate. From my position on my stomach, all I could reach was his feet. So I rubbed his feet gently for a while he continued massaging me. It all felt so good and relaxing, I smiled as he rubbed my back.I wanted to hold and caress him, so I rolled over, and saw his hard cock just inches from my face. It looked so beautiful, so appealing, so virile as it was glistening with pre-cum. I raised my head and gently took the knob into my mouth, and slowly worked my tongue around it, getting it wet enough to comfortably take him deep in my mouth. My Escort hands went to his buns, and I pulled him into my face. He moaned, leaned forward, crouching over me as I worked his cock slowly in and out. I was loving his cock, savoring every inch, over and over as he gently stroked in and out. It was perfect, the way we moved together. I must have sucked him like that for hours. That night we enjoyed each other in all kinds of positions…side by side 69, me on top, then me on my knees…everything we could think of. Sucking, hugging, stroking, and sucking some more…it was complete sexual abandon, passion, and surrender to lust. We were two hard horny men who knew exactly how to please each other. Before the night was through I had my first man to man french kiss, and gave him my virgin ass. It felt so good to have a hunk humping me with abandon. I gave myself to him completely, wrapping my legs around his ass as he pounded deep into me, and pumped his seed deep inside me.After he came in me we held each other as we both caught our breath. Once he was calm again, I asked him to wash himself , so I could suck him some more. He did, I did, we did…the sex went on for hours…what a night!That was the best night I’d ever had with a guy, and it’s a memory I treasure. It opened my eyes to gay sex in a new way, where I could fully enjoy it without holding anything back. That led to sex with a lot more guys later on. But those are stories for another time.

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