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Selam ben ümraniyeden harun 26 yaşındayım ve evliyim.özel bir şirkette şofor olarak çalışmaktayım. size bundan 5 sene önce yaşadığım bir deneyimi mi anlatmak istiyorum. ozamanlar daha askerdeydim askerlik yaptığım yer deniz kenarında idi. yaz mevsimide oldugundan etrafta devamlı bikinili yerlı yabancı kızlar fink atıyolardı bide bizimde asker ve de bişey yapamayacagımızı bildikleri için bizi tahrik edebilmek için ellerinden geleni yapıyolardı. e askerligin verdigi abazalıkla bende artık dayanamıyacak noktaya gelmiştim. bir çevre köylerden birine devriye için gitmiştik. komutanımız koyde bize istirahat verdi bende bi sigara Gaziosmanpaşa Escort yaktım ve köyü gezmeye başladım zaten havada oldukca sıcakdı ve gölge biyerde biraz oturmak istedım. yakında kı bir kumesın yanına oturdum. işte ne olduysa o anda oldu bir anda gıdaklama sesi ile irkildim birde baktım kı yanına cilli bir tavuk gelmış yemleniyor. sonra aklıma bizim koyde hep taşak muhabbetine anlatılan tavuk sikme olayı geldi ayların da verdiği abazalıkla ben niyeti bozmuştum. Önce etrafı yokladım kimsenin olmadıgından emın olduktan sonra bizim çilli yavruyu kumesın ıcıne dogru kovaladım, zavallı Gaziosmanpaşa Escort Bayan hayvan basına ne gelecegınden habersiz kumese girdi, kumese girincede yakalamak çok kolay oldu. çilliyi yakaladıktan sonra once bi yandan onu bı yandan da aletimi avuclamaya baslamıstım, derken pantolunumun onunu acıp aletimi cıkarttım ve çillinin tüylerine sürtmeye başladım, bir yandan zevk alıyor bir yandan kendine ne bok yedigimi soruyor bi yandan utanıyor ve yakalanmaktan tırsıyordum ama içimdeki bişeyler sikme arzusu gitgide baskın gelmişti. iyice dikelmiş olan aletimi tükürükledim ve o anki Escort Gaziosmanpaşa tek aşkım çillinin o kabarık götüne sürtmeye başladımderken artık olan olmustu ve ben çillinin içindeydim ıyıkı benım kı cok buyuk degıl sadec 14 santim yoksa vah çillinin haline. artık ole zevke gelmiştim ki hızlı hızlı elımde çilli gidip gelmeye başladım. bi yandan ben ahlıyıp ohh larken bi yandan da aşkım çilli gıdaklıyordu. sonra o an geldi ve ben de çillinin içinde patladım, ama çilli ne hissetti onu bilemiyecegım fakat ben cok rahatlamıstım. acele ile toparlandım, çilliyide alıp bolugun yanına gıttım sonra bizim komutanı evlerden biri yemege cagırdı komutanda elımdekı tavugu gorunce onuda pişirilmesi için ev sahıbıne verdi, o an aklım başımdan gitti. biraz once becerdigim tavugu az sonra yıcektım. yemekte çilli onume kızarmış olarak hatta suyunada pilav pişirilmiş olarak geldi. ben yerken inanın cok duygulandım. şimdilik bu kadar size diger animal sex hikayelerımıde anlatacagım.

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Selam, ben almanyadan 29 yasinda, dolgun vücüd hatli, sarisin, ela gözlü cekici bir bayanim.. Anlatmaya cekiniyorum cünkü kocam bu siteyi bazen ziyaret edip hikaye okur ve buradan ilhamlanip yatakta beni deliler gibi sever, ama icimi dökmem lazim. Gecen hafta, bilgisayarim arizalanmisti. Servise götürdük bisey bulamadilar. Kocam ise gitmeden önce:komsunun oglu abidini cagir diye bana söyledi. Ben yukari katta oturdugumdan dolayi alt katta inip zile bastim. Babasi cikti ve su an evde olmadigini söyledi, gelince sana telefon acsin dedi. Abidin bilgisayar üzerinde tecrübeli oldugu icin ona kolay geliyor böyle seyler, cok da okulda basarili bir cocuk. Abidin 17 yasinda, 185 cm boylarinda, sarisin, yesilgözlü adaleli ve atletik birisi. Ciktim yukari ve beklemeye basladim. Kendimi oyalamak icin televizyonu actim. 5-10 Dakka gecmedi zil caldi. Abidin dediki, ismahan abla beni cagirmisiniz. Bende, evet bir isim düstü diye gülümseyerek buyur ettim. Iceriye gectik, kanepeye oturduk. Problem nedir?diye sordu. Bense, bi ah cekip:ablam, servise gönderdik bilgisayari, sorunu cözemediler. Bir de sen baksan dedim. No problem abla deyib kollarini sivadi. Basladi ugrasmaya, dakikalar gecti, saatler gecti ve anlayamadi. Abla bir arkadasi arayayim, belki beraber bi cözüm buluruz dedi. Arkadasina telefon acip ev adresini verdi. Bu arada cay demlemistim, citir leblebi ve haci bekir lokumuyla beraber cekirdek yiyerek onun arkadasini bekledik. 20 Dakika kadar sonra arkadasi Söğütözü Escort zile basti. Kapiyi actim, bir de baktim ki esmer tenli, kivircik sacli, genis omuzlu beyzbol ceketiyle cok cekici gözüken bir delikanli kapida beliviriverdi. Bi selam cakip bisey demeden oturma odasina dogru yürüdü. Simdi ise hikayenin önemli bölümü basliyor. Ben mutfakta ikinci gence bir cay katmaya giderken bu ikisi fisildasarak plan kurmuslar. Tam elimde cayla geldim baktim ki, abidin:abla bu bilgisayarin cdleri nerde diye sordu. Yatak odasindan getireyim, dedim. Yatak odasina girdim, cdleri ararken cekmecenin birisini yerinden cikarip düsürdüm. Hay allah, diye yerden esyalari toplarken onlar beni egilip kalkarken kapi arasinda izliyorlarmis. Tanga kiloduma baktiklarini farkedince:pislikler diye bagirdim. Abidin ise:siktir fahise diyerek suratima bir tokat atti. Ben darbenin siddetiyle yüz üstü yere düsmüsüm. Ahmet davran diye ikinci gence abidin bagirdi. Ahmet arkadan kollarimi tuttu ve kicima dayanmaya basladi. Abidin sogukkanli bir sekilde:ismahan abla, seni coktan beri sikmeyi planlamistik. Seni sikip agzina sicacagiz dedi. Ahmet arkama daha sert dayaniyo ve ihh viss hoss oh diye sesler cikarmaya basladi. Ben lütfen birakin, kocam var. Cocugum var diye aglamaya basladim. Aglamam herhalde onlari daha cok zevke getirdi, abidin sikini oksamaya bile baslamisti.. Bir elle ise perdeyi yirtiyordu. Ip niyetine kullandiklari perdeyle beni bagladilar. Söğütözü Escort Bayan Ahmet kos, mutfaktan bir bicak getir dedi abidin. Ahmet dedigini yerine getirdikten sonra abidin bana simdi her istedigimizi yapacaksin yoksa seni burda kesecez dedi. Ben, hayir lütfen diye yalvardim. Ama dinlemediler! Cok korkuyordum, gözlerimden yaslar akiyordu. Abidin, hip hop tarzi pantolonunu indirdi ve yasina göre cok büyük olan 24 cm lik kazma sapi gibi aletini cikardi. Agzima vermeye calisiyordu, ama ben dislerimi sikiyordum. Ahmet arkadan bicagi bogazima dayayinca gevsedim, agzima aldim. Em kaltak diye abidin emretti. Bense göz yaslari arasinda abidinin yaragini emiyordum. Bu arada ahmet de bos kalmayib beni soyuyordu, minciklayib elliyordu. Abidin bir iki dil darbesiyle agzima bosalmisti. Kustum, cünkü cok igrendim. Ahmet ise beni tamamen soymustu, anadan üryan bir sekildeydim. Beni domalma pozisyonuna aldi ve abidinle yer degisti. Simdi abidin götümü amimi yalarken ahmet agizdan veriyodu. Ilk basta korksam bile simdi amim yavas yavas sulanmisdi. Benimde artik canim istiyordu. Istegimi anlayan abidin, seninde canin istiyor lanetli fahise diye yanaklarimi öpüp issiriyodu. Ahmet ise saclarimdan cekistirip agzimi hoyratca sikiyodu. Yeter bu kadar diyerek bir nagra atip arkama gecti. Senin simdi iki deligini de kapatacaz dediler. Bende size kurban olayim erkeklerim diye kendimi kaybetmis bir sekilde genclerin o güclü kollarina Escort Söğütözü kendimi vermistim. Ahmet yavas yavas sulanmis amcigima dalarken, abidin ise bos tükürügünle islattigi bas parmagini deligim bolarmasi icin götüme kakiyordu. Ve yavas yavas göt deligim, o hic sikilmemis göt deligim bolardi. A´hmet yavas yavas kendini kaybederek inliyordu. Ohhhhhh ahhhhhhhh geliyorum askim diyerek memelerime dil darbeleri vuruyor ve üst üsttelik morarincaya meme uclarimi kadar emip issiriyordu. Abidin ise arkadan yavas yavas yüklenmeye basladi. Sanki icim yariliyodu. Ben inliyormuydum, haykiriyomuydum anlayamadim. Iki genc yakisikli delikanli beni sikiyor, ve ben ise biraz mutsuzdum. Zaten artik kaybedecek biseyim yoktu. Bende zevk almaya baslamisdim. Sikin beni yavru kurtlar diye inliyordum. Ve onlar ise sanki birbirinle yarisircasina hizlanmisladi. En sonunda siklerini cikarip götüme, gözüme, göbegime attirdilar. Sanki döller icinde yüzmüstüm, göremiyordum. Ve o an abidin beni sirt üstü yatirdi, dedigim gibi agzina sicacam dedi. Ben istemiyordum, ama ahmet beni o sekilde tutmayi basarmis abidin ise götünü suratima yaslamis bir sekilde kivranarak ve ihlanarak sicmaya calisiyordu. Ilk önce göt deligi hafif bir sekilde ayrildi ve suratima fiss!!! Diye bi ossuruk birakti. Agzimi kapatmisti ki burnumdan nefes almami saglayib kokusunu cekdirdi. Agzimi birakti ve götüyle yüzüme sürtünmeye basladi. Yala pic diye göt deligini yalattirdi. Lütfen, daha ileri gitme. Sikdiniz, kocama söylemem ama agzima sicma diye yalvarip yakardim. Ama nafile göt deligi bu sefer cok ayrilmisti, kabiz midir nedir nah kobra yilani kalinliginda bi boku agzima birakti. Ve cignettirdi, yutturdu üstüne ise agzima otuz bir cekdiler. Ikinci bölümünde detaylarini daha derin anlatacam…Gönderen: Ismahan

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Adım Yiğit. 35 yaşındayım. Varlıklı bir aileden geliyorum. 3 erkek kardeşin en küçüğüyüm. kız kardeşimiz olmadığı için annem köyden bir hısmımızın 5 yaşındaki kızını yanımıza almıştı. Abilerim büyük olduğu için en çok ben içli dışlı oldum Leyla ile. Ben o zaman 10 yaşında idim. Azmı doktorculuk oynadık Leyla ile. Neyse zaman geçti büyüdük. Lisede o yatılı hemşire okulu sınavlarını kazanıp evden ayrıldı. Birgün eve geldiğimde onunda kapıda çantalar gödrüm. Merak edip kurcalayınca içindeki prezervatifler dikkatimi çekti. Sonra onların Leyla`ya ait olduğunu anladım. 17 lik kalın yarrağım boru gibi olmuştu. Annem çarşıya çıkınca iyice cesaretlendim. O da odasına geçmişti. Sikimi orda çıkarıp İncek Escort okşamaya başladım. Odasından çıkıp salona doğrun geldiğini görünce önce şaşırdım sonra bozuntuya vermeden onu görmemiş gibi asılmaya devam ettim. Gelip TV nin karşısına oturdu. Ben daha fazla duramayıp boşalttım dölümü ortalığa. O ise bana bakarak öff abi ne iğrençsin dedi ve tekrar odasına gitti. Rezil olmuştum hem onu sikememiş hemde eline bir koz vermiştim. Anneme söyler korkusuyle o akşam eve çok geç geldim. Annem uyanıktı. Korkarak yanına mutfağa gittim. kızgın olmadığını görünce rahatladım. Annem birazdan yatınca usulca Leylanın odasına sızdım. Derin bir biçimde uyuyordu. Elimi vücudunda gezdirmeye İncek Escort Bayan başladım. Amı ateş gibi yanıyordu. Kilodunun altında elimi soktuğumda kıllı amını farkettim. Sanki hiç traş edilmemişti. Bir anda içeri nefis bir am kokusu yayıldı. Kilodunu biraz daha aşağılara sıyırıp dilimi dayadım. Emmeye yalama bir yandan da göğüslerini mıncıklamaya koyuldum.Hala uyanmamıştı. Bunu fırsat bilerek alt tarafını çıkardım. Yalamalarım nedeniyle sulanan amına yarrağımın başını dayadım. Bekire olup olmadığından emin olmaksızın yüklendim. Çığlığını elimle boğdum. Sikim çok kalın olduğu için ancak başı girmişti. Napıyorsun manyak dedi. Bende çantasındaki prezervatifleri Escort İncek gördüğümü eğer direnirse anneme onun sikiştiğini söyleyeceğimi fısıldayarak tehdit ettim.O da bakire olmadığını ama beni istemediğini söyleyince daha fazla beklemedim. Başı girmiş olan yarrağımı köklemeye başladım bir yandan da ağzını tutuyordum sesini kesebilmek için. Birazdan zevke gelmeye başladı. Kalçalarımdan tutup beni içine bastırmaya başladı. Amı öyle sulandı ki içine boşalmak istememe rağmen birazını içine kalanını ağzına götürdüm Dudaklarını sımsıkı kapadığından yüzüne saçlarına fışkırmaya başladım. Sonra omzunu sıkarak ağzını açtırdım. Ağzına akıtmaya devam ettim. Midesi bulanıp tükürecek oldu. Bu senin bulantını keser diyerek ağzına bol miktarda tükürdüm döllerin üzerine ve yarrağımı bastırıp hepsini yutturdum.Şu anda Leyla evli ama yılda bir iki defa bi vesileyle yanına gidip hala sikiyorum onu. Böyle bir kardeşe ve karıya sahip olmanın haklı mutluluğunu yaşıyorum…Gönderen: Richard Marx

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Goody two shoes.

Chapter 1: ‘The Three Amigos’

The three girls sat chatting quietly at their usual table in the corner of the canteen. All of the girls, aged 18, had recently completed their fifth year at a large Secondary school in a Scottish city and were in the early stages of their final year. The girls were very academic, amongst the brightest pupils in their year.

Jenna Miller was the prettiest. A striking brunette with bright green eyes and a personality to match. An excellent athlete who had achieved running honours at County level. She looked neat in her uniform, skirt just above knee length and black patent t bar shoes. Certainly the chattiest of the group, Jenna held opinions on most things and could probably be identified as the group leader.

The quietest and probably the friendliest of the group was Eilidh (pronounced as alay). Studious and hard working she had a gorgeous smile and remained very loyal to her two friends. Blue eyed with shoulder length blonde hair, Eilidh looked equally neat in her uniform, preferring black trousers and black leather shoes with an elastic strap across the top.

The third of the ‘amigos’ was Melanie. She was probably the brightest girl in the year group. Appearing ‘plain’ with her dark eyes and black rimmed glasses, there was nevertheless a ‘beauty’ about her with her shoulder length dark hair. Slightly surprising was her high heeled ‘brogue’ type shoes which certainly made her the tallest of the group. Not always a dedicated follower of fashion she certainly made her own statement!

The three girls had been friends for many years having got together early in their primary school years. Although having some different interests they were largely inseparable and were usually found together in school both in and out of class. All three had always been a great credit to their parents winning many prizes in school over the years. No problems had ever been presented with all of the girls retaining great ambitions for the future. One of the school’s deputy head teachers was unwittingly about to change the lives of the three amigos.

Chapter 2: Natalie’s story.

Natalie Harrison was a vivacious red head who lit up any room very quickly. A bright and witty personality she also had a keen sense of humour. Her father’s job had recently changed moving him to a factory in the south of Glasgow. Natalie and other brother Michael were therefore moving schools. At aged 18 though Natalie knew that she had a guilty secret to any new school friends. She was now addicted to cigarettes.

All of her family were smokers. Both parents were heavy smokers and Natalie had once been very resistant to the idea of smoking. Her father worked in cigarette manufacture and therefore could bring many cigarettes into the house. Several years earlier Natalie had caught her brother Michael ‘experimenting’ with smoking. Calling her ‘chicken’ he had dared Natalie to try a cigarette herself. Not repulsed by this idea the daring Natalie had tried a few puffs, inadvertently inhaled very quickly and enjoyed the ‘buzz’ which she had received. Occasional cigarettes with her brother had soon escalated to upwards of six per day. Shortly afterwards her parents had found out and accepting that their children were likely to develop as smokers, allowed them to indulge freely. Natalie could now easily go through a pack per day and had come to rely on her cigarettes. She was not keen on broadcasting this at her new school as she was a bright and academic girl who knew well that admitting and being branded a ‘smoker’ would more than likely end up in her attracting very much the wrong sort of friends!

The morning of her first day at new school arrived all too soon. Like any pupil she was very nervous about this new start. She sat in her kitchen in her new uniform slipping on her plain black patent ballerinas. Her skirt was a little shorter than her mother would have liked but she was otherwise immaculate with her tie almost buttoned up to her neck! With a little time left she lit up a final cigarette to calm her nerves. ‘Inhaling deeply’, she knew that this might be the last for some while!

Once in school she reported to the office of Mr Grove, the depute head, who assigned Natalie to a sixth year class. Sussing out quickly that she appeared a bright and articulate girl, Mr Grove had a group of girls in mind that might look after Natalie and ease her settling into the school. He picked up his telephone and sent for Jenna Miller. The girl arrived after a few minutes and was introduced to Natalie. Mr Grove asked Jenna if she would take Natalie to class and befriend her at least over the first few days. Jenna readily agreed and accompanied her to the first History class.

The three amigos always had the problem of having one ‘left over’ when it came to sitting in class. Sometimes the teacher assigned them specific seats but Şentepe Escort on other occasions they tended to take turns at sitting together in different classes. In History, Jenna sat alone in front of the other two girls towards the back of the class where teachers often preferred their more cooperative pupils to sit. Naturally the History teacher invited Natalie to occupy the vacant seat beside Jenna. Jenna was initially impressed with Natalie and thought that could perhaps become friends. As Natalie was now sitting very close to Jenna she was more intrigued with the smell which she could detect from her new neighbour. Jenna smelled cigarettes!

Chapter 3: Jenna’s story.

As the History lesson developed, Jenna found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the Second World War topic which was normally one of her favourites. She had surreptitiously looked across at Natalie a few times during the lesson and continued to detect the smell of cigarettes. Although disguised by perfume, Jenna knew the smell well. Her suspicions were confirmed when she glanced down at Natalie’s blazer pocket and could just make out the top of a very familiar pack of Royal cigarettes! Jenna was strangely excited about where her discovery could lead! Nobody would ever have thought that keen athlete and model school girl Jenna could for a second be interested in smoking!

Jenna had for some time though maintained a curious fascination about smoking. Her aunt Patricia was a heavy smoker and Jenna liked her aunt very much. She never minded her cigarettes and became very familiar with the smell thinking that her aunt actually looked pretty cool smoking! Jenna had also noticed that her aunt was always more relaxed and good humoured after one of her many cigarettes! As she had grown older it increasingly occurred to Jenna that she might like to try smoking. She just never saw how an opportunity might arise and worried particularly about its possible impact on her running and on her relationship with her two friends. Smoking was generally associated with Chav delinquents and Jenna retained ambitions to do very well in school and elsewhere.

Natalie spent the rest of her first day with the three amigos and continued to bond well with all three. Although desperate for a cigarette, the young addict knew that she had to wait until the time was right! A number of common interests were identified and the four girls chatted away quite happily. Jenna seemed a little distracted but worked hard enough to find out about Natalie without mentioning her suspected smoking habit. Jenna felt sure enough that Natalie would probably tell them soon enough if she felt confident in their friendship.

The growing friendship strengthened over a couple of weeks with Natalie fitting in well with her new friends as three was gradually becoming four. Very occasionally she was able to slip out and indulge in a badly needed smoke. Jenna always appeared closest to Natalie but had in truth an ulterior motive! Finally she thought that her opportunity may have come when Natalie asked her around to her house after school to work on some homework which they had been asked to complete together in their Geography class. Having a drink before undertaking the task Natalie, really gasping for a fag, finally confided in her new friend:

“Jenna I would really like to keep you as a friend as well as Eilidh and Melanie. I have to tell you a secret which you might not like!!

Jenna knew that the moment had come and responded:

“I think that you might be about to tell me that you smoke!”

“How could you have known that” replied Natalie.

“I kinda know some of the signs and thought that you would tell me soon! If you are like my aunt and smoke much then you probably need a cigarette!!”

“You know more than I thought” said Natalie and slowly extracted her cigarettes.

As she smoked in the kitchen Natalie then told Jenna her full story leading to her dependence on cigarettes. Jenna while pretending to be disapproving was fascinated by the way her new friend drew languidly and heavily on the smoke, visibly relaxing. She sparked up a second almost immediately and Jenna quickly realised that her new friend was a ‘real deal’ smoker like her aunt. Having unburdened herself Natalie was full of good cheer and tackled the homework project enthusiastically. Jenna had to leave soon after as she was competing in her final 800 metres athletics race of the season that evening. Before a small crowd of family and friends Jenna won the race with some ease, happily accepting the plaudits from those around her. Jenna was happy but fairly convinced that things in her life were going to take a different turn!

As the Autumn term progressed, Jenna found herself drawn ever closer to Natalie. The two 18 year olds remained very much part of the group but as they lived quite close together they often stopped off at each other’s houses after Şentepe Escort Bayan school or in the morning beforehand. Jenna was now used to Natalie lighting up and smoking heavily but the other two girls appeared to remain in the dark. Natalie to her credit never encouraged Jenna to think about smoking. Increasingly Jenna rather wished that she would!! Remaining close to Natalie and her aunt had convinced the teenager that, whatever the consequences, she was going to try smoking.

Later that same week after a difficult day at school where none of the teachers seemed to be in a good mood, Natalie and Jenna again descended on the former’s house for a break and to work on homework tasks. They went up to Natalie’s room and she very quickly lit up her customary cigarette. Jenna could contain herself no longer and came right out with it:

“Natalie I would really like to try smoking!”

Her friend was amazed and immediately tried to discourage her new friend.

“Jenna you can’t really be serious. Smoking involves a lot of hassle and is very unpopular nowadays. When you need to do it and cant it is unbearable! It is very expensive and what about you, a brilliant, athlete! There is no way you can be doing that and smoking! Forget it Jenna!”

This strong rebuff rather surprised Jenna but, having patiently waited so long she was not to be easily deterred.

“I know all of those things Natalie. But I’ve really wanted to smoke for a long time now though and I’m desperate to try! This will be my decision and I will never be blaming you. Please help me to be a smoker!!”

Natalie could see that her friend was determined and eventually shrugged and reluctantly threw her box of cigarettes across her bed.

“Go ahead if you are determined Jenna. But prepare yourself for many lifestyle changes!”

Jenna extracted a cigarette from the box of Royals’s and examined it closely. This was the first time she had even held one in her hand. She nervously placed the filter between her lips. Without too much hesitation she sparked up her friend’s lighter and lit the cigarette as instructed. She drew a little smoke into her mouth and immediately felt the strange sensation. She giggled as this took some effect then she gently blew the smoke out.

“This is king of weird Natalie” she said before repeating the process.

“Just wait till you inhale” said her friend before instructing Jenna on how to do so!

Jenna drew a little smoke into her virgin lungs and coughed a little. After a few seconds she felt the amazing head rush and a tingle right down to her pretty shoes. Speech came only very slowly.

“Whaoaah” was about as much as she could manage for a while as the first effects of smoking took effect. She repeated the inhale then feeling the full effects of the buzz, passed the cigarette to Natalie to finish. Jenna lay on the bed for a few minutes before gradually returning to normal. Natalie thought that she detected a ‘glow’ on her friend as she recovered her wits.

“Is it always like that when you smoke” asked Jenna.

“The effects are much less after a while but it always gives you a lift” admitted Natalie. As she suspected she was now pretty sure that she had just acquired a long time smoking buddy.

Natalie proved to be spot on about that! Over the next couple of months Jenna became a very good pupil indeed. She had no regrets about starting to smoke despite the risks and constant warnings in school. She was a regular visitor to her friend now and eagerly smoked two or three cigarettes each day after school. She enjoyed the ‘buzz’ and the headrush each and every time. She also continued to ‘collect’ Natalie in the morning, giving her the additional chance to sneak a quick smoke before school. Natalie was at first disappointed to see Jenna getting increasingly accomplished and addicted to the same habit but was secretly rather glad to have such a close smoking buddy. They loved ‘lighting up’ together whenever they could. Jenna was by now carrying her own cigarettes and lighter generously provided by her friend and fellow smoker. Both now increasingly needed to smoke with Jenna loving it more and more each day. Natalie’s mother who provided her daughter with her cigarettes wondered if her consumption was rising but soon with the increase in the number of her friend’s visits the penny dropped!

When the two girls bustled in the next day, they made to go straight up to Natalie’s room as had become their recent custom. Jenna, like her friend, was now experiencing her first real cravings when denied a smoke for any length of time. To Jenna’s frustration, Mrs Harrison encouraged them to wait in the kitchen while she gave them a drink. She offered Natalie a cigarette which was quickly accepted then offered the pack to Jenna:

“Would you like a cigarette too dear?”

Jenna hesitated and looked at her friend. Mrs Harrison continued:

“I know that you’re probably smoking Escort Şentepe now Jenna, go ahead and join us!”

“How did you know” said Jenna, finally accepting the proffered cigarette.

“All the signs were there dear” she said as she lit Jenna up. “To be honest when you started coming around I thought it might only be a matter of time. I saw you watching the two of us smoking many times and I saw the desire. You have wanted to smoke for a long time haven’t you?”

“I have” said Jenna, inhaling very deeply on her cigarette, as was now her custom, and visibly relaxing. “To be fair to Natalie, she tried to put me off but I was determined. I wanted to be a smoker and now that I am, I sure am beginning to really love it! This is my favourite time of the day! I know that I will have to tell all of my family and friends soon as I know that I want to continue to smoke. In truth whatever the consequences I would like to become a heavy smoker!” As she finished this sentence she again drew very heavily on her cigarette and both Natalie and her mother could see that as she billowed out a large stream of smoke Jenna was now probably ‘hooked’ on her new habit and meant every word!

Shortly afterwards, while the ladies were enjoying another cigarette, Natalie’s brother Michael arrived home. He was immediately mezmorised by the sight of Jenna puffing away and sitting at the end of the table in her pretty chunky T Bar ballerinas and displaying her lovely long legs.

‘Another gorgeous smoker’ he remarked. Jenna was a little flattered and taken aback by Michael’s remarks and his first time reference to her as a ‘smoker’. She admitted that this was what she was, knowing of her new addiction and enthusiasm to ‘spark up’ whenever she could.

Jenna had always been a very honest girl and, thinking about her recent words, continued to let the cat out of the bag. As her increasingly heavy habit took hold, she soon ‘came out’ to her Aunt Patricia. Initially shocked, her aunt also accepted her decision and allowed Jenna to smoke regularly in her house. Clearly Jenna was becoming even more addicted fast as her consumption quickly grew beyond half a pack a day. She just loved to smoke and her aunt also kindly provided her with additional cigarettes. Jenna had also begun joining Natalie on her lunchtime ‘walks’ as she now also ‘craved’ at least a couple of smokes during the day. Early in the New Year Jenna knew that there was no going back. She was now completely dependent and ‘hooked’ on her cigarettes and was initially scared a bit by this need to constantly smoke. Often she could think of nothing else but the need to smoke another cigarette. She continued to love her fast growing habit. She wanted to smoke freely though and decided that very soon she would be completely ‘out of the closet’

For her two friends though discovery would be a little sooner. In March, Natalie and Jenna went out again at lunchtime as was becoming their custom. They found a quiet lane near the school and perched on their usual wall. Desperate now to smoke, the two young hopelessly dependent addicts eagerly lit up, not having enjoyed a cigarette for a few hours. Natalie noticed how keen Jenna was to draw on her cigarette, drawing in smoke quickly and executing several double pumps. She now easily matched her more experienced friend in the quantity of her smoking as she fast approached the level of a pack a day smoker. Jenna loved to draw the smoke into her lungs and the warm feeling that this then brought within her chest. It was clear to her friend that Jenna was now also a dedicated and hopelessly addicted smoker. Jenna did not deny this, clear in her intent to become an even heavier smoker before long. The two girls loved to sit on the wall and dangle their ballerinas as they chain smoked up to three, sometimes four cigarettes. They giggled as they smoked heavily, like chimneys, and a pretty pile of patent shoes was soon beneath them on the grass below. Often the two girls aroused themselves by stroking each other under their brief skirts and they would ‘come’ with a delighted shriek! Jenna had recently given up her lunchtime athletics club. She had struggled to keep up with the other girls as the impact of her increasingly heavy smoking habit took its toll. She was more breathless easily and her occasional dry smoker’s cough became wet with serious effort. She had enjoyed running but enjoyed smoking even more. Her additional free time allowed more opportunity to run around with Natalie smoking all the more heavily, blackening her formerly powerful lungs and enjoying every cigarette. She was actually enjoying the real damage that she was doing to her lungs. This was the life that she had now chosen and she knew that there was no turning back. She was a real smoker now, hopelessly addicted and spiralling out of control.

Despite their heavy involvement in lunchtime clubs, Eilidh and Melanie had begun to notice Jenna and Natalie’s lengthy absences at lunchtime. Eilidh feared that Natalie was perhaps ‘stealing’ their long time friend away from them. Melanie, more astutely told her friend:

“I think that Natalie came to the school with a very bad habit and Jenna has now adopted the same habit. They’re both smoking cigarettes and quite a lot I reckon”.

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

*****

This is my first attempt at writing a story. All characters are over 18. It is a work of total fiction.

***

“Hurry up, Gran. If we don’t leave now, you’re going to miss the bus.”

Noel shouted up the stairs of the house that he had shared with his grandmother ever since his parents were both killed in a terrible road accident nearly fifteen years ago. Gran was Noel’s father’s mother, and she had done what she considered her duty when her son and his wife were tragically killed. She had sold her own house and moved into Noel’s home, bringing him up to become a thoughtful, well-mannered young man. Noel, who was now nearly twenty two years old, worked in a distribution centre on the outskirts of town. He didn’t earn a great deal of money, and was grateful for his grandmother’s company, and her financial contribution to the domestic budget.

Gran appeared at the top of the stairs. She looked a bit anxious.

“I can’t find my suitcase, love” she called down to Noel, who was standing impatiently at the foot of the stairs.

“I brought it down half an hour ago, gran,” he said with a smile. “Your tickets and your passport are all in your handbag, together with your euros and your sunglasses. Now take your time coming down the stairs. We don’t want any accidents. You want to get to see the passion play in Oberammergau with all your friends. If you miss this one, there won’t be another one for ten years!”

Eventually, Noel got gran and her suitcase into the car he had inherited from his late parents. Carefully, he drove to the town bus station, where he deposited gran, gave her luggage to the coach driver, and helped her onto the bus that was already nearly full of old age pensioners, eager to be off on the trip of a lifetime to see the world famous passion play in Bavaria. He saw gran settled into her seat, kissed her and walked down the aisle of the coach, his heart beating nineteen to the dozen. Ten whole days of living alone! My word, was he going to take advantage of gran’s absence. Aunty Olwen was only a phone call away and she was always ready for some kinky play.

His thoughts were interrupted just as he reached the front of the coach. Gran was calling him. He turned around to face her.

“I forgot to mention this,” gran said, ” but I was worried about how you are going to cope on your own. So I have asked your Aunty Olwen to look in on you from time to time. At least you’ll have a hot meal waiting for you when you come home from work.”

Noel managed not to laugh out loud. He waved to gran and blew her a kiss. He got off the coach, his mind rapidly re-calculating his plans for the next ten days. What gran didn’t know was that Noel and his great-aunt Olwen had been fucking one another ever since Noel’s eighteenth birthday.

So Aunty Olwen had kept her ‘baby sitting’ mission a secret! Noel smirked as he got back into the car. His cock was already as hard as iron. The thought of being able to fuck Aunty Olwen in his own bed was a real turn on. He made up his mind that he was going to fuck her on the kitchen table too. And anywhere and everywhere that took their fancy in the house.

Olwen was totally different to her elder sister. She smoked, she swore, she had a fantastic body for a woman in her late 50s, and Noel, who had a fetish for mature women, had often used Olwen in his fantasies when he wanked as a horny teenager. He remembered vividly the eighteenth birthday present his filthy, kinky great-aunt had given him. It was a blow job, and she’d swallowed his cum too. As he drove home, he planned to get straight on the phone to Aunty Olwen. She was always up for a fuck, and right now, all he wanted to do was to stick his rock hard cock into her warm, sweet cunt, and fuck her deeply.

He was thinking of various scenarios as he parked the car and pushed the front gate open. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a familiar voice greet him.

“There you are. Thank fuck for that. I’ve been waiting ages for you. Look! I’ve smoked two cigars already!”

It was Olwen, of course. Noel grinned at her.

“Aunty Olwen,” he greeted her, moving in for a kiss and cupping both of her magnificent tits in his hands She smelled heavenly, a mixture of perfume and cigars. As he broke off their clinch, Noel realised his hard-on was very visible. Olwen noticed, and she licked her lips.

“I see you’re ready for action, ” she grinned. “Did Ursula get away alright?” she asked. “My elder sister is such a fuss pot. I’m surprised she managed to get herself organised enough to get on the coach.”

Noel opened the front door and stood aside to let Olwen in. She smiled her thanks.

“Now then young man,” she said with a mischievous grin, “how are we going to sort ourselves out whilst your gran is away? I bet you’ve got a string of pretty girls lined up for every night that your gran is away. I promised her that I’d keep an eye on you, so I hope Macunköy Escort you don’t mind an audience while you are fucking!”

Despite himself, Noel blushed.

“Aunty Olwen!” he said in a shocked voice, ” gran would have a fit if she heard you saying such things. And anyway,” he continued defiantly, “you know that I haven’t got a girl friend. I’m really not interested in today’s young women. They are so obsessed with triviality. You know I like my women mature, filthy, and with lovely big tits. If they smoke, so much the better. Now, enough talk. I can see that you’re desperate to be fucked. Let’s get to it, shall we?”

Aunty Olwen looked at him gratefully.

“Yes I want your beautiful cock in me,” she admitted, “but first I want a cup of tea. I’ve been sitting on your doorstep for what feels like hours. I’m bloody parched!”

Olwen opened her voluminous handbag and took out her pink cigar case.

“Go and put the kettle on, young man,” she said with a wink. “Ten days together is a long time. You and I need to pace ourselves. By the time Ursula comes home, you are going to have a very sore cock, and my cunt, my arse and my mouth are all going to have been extremely well fucked. I’ll be in the sitting room. Milk, no sugar for me. I’m sweet enough already.”

Noel stared open mouthed as Olwen sashayed into the front room. Her arse was magnificent, and his cock twitched again as he remembered the number of times they had fucked. Shaking himself back into the present, he hurried off to the kitchen to make the tea. The thought that gran had delivered Aunty Olwen into the house for ten days of sucking and fucking was the best present she could ever have imagined giving him!

Ten minutes later, he was sitting opposite Aunty Olwen in the middle room of the house. He had allowed Aunty Olwen to be mother, and she had poured them both a cup of tea. Now he sat back and looked on as his aunt sipped her tea and smoked her cigar. His cock was as hard as he could ever remember it being, and he wondered how long he’d last when he slid it into her always willing cunt.

“Gran would have a fit if she knew you were smoking in the house,” he grinned. “I might have to tell tales on you when she comes back.”

Olwen puffed on her cigar and blew a plume of creamy white smoke into the air.

“I imagine that you thought that ten days without my sister fussing over you like a mother hen was a heaven sent opportunity?” she said softly. “I love my sister, of course, but she and I are very different.”

Noel nodded in agreement. That much was obvious. Gran didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, didn’t swear. Noel couldn’t remember his grandfather, but he doubted that gran and her husband had fucked more than was necessary to get her pregnant with Noel’s dad.

“I love your attitude to life, Aunty Olwen,” he said, putting his empty cup and saucer back on the tray. “You are so different from gran. Tell me, how come two sisters can grow up so differently?”

Olwen puffed on her cigar. She looked thoughtful, and then she began to speak.

“Your grandmother met your grandfather when they were both young teenagers,” she said thoughtfully. “They were both members of the same church, and sang in the choir together. It took your grandfather nearly twenty years to propose to Ursula. They were both in their late thirties by then, and when they got married I was her bridesmaid. I had just turned eighteen, and was the black sheep of the family! Incidentally, at the wedding party that night, I lost my virginity and smoked my first cigar!”

Olwen sipped her tea and put her cigar back into her mouth. She drew heavily on it, and exhaled the smoke through her nose. Noel squirmed in his chair, a movement not unnoticed by his great aunt. She smiled to herself, and continued her story.

“Since then, I’ve always done what I wanted,” Olwen continued. “I became a teacher, outwardly respectable, but in private, I explored the boundaries of so-called sexual perversions with great enthusiasm. I adore all forms of sex, and I’ve fucked men and women.”

Olwen drew heavily on her cigar and exhaled a stream of thick, creamy smoke. Noel grinned.

“Where are we going to fuck?” she asked, mimicking his grin. “In your gran ‘s bed?”

“If you like,” answered Noel. “As you mentioned, we have ten days alone here. I think I’d like to fuck you in every single room in the house!”

They went upstairs to Noel’s gran’s room. All of a sudden, both of them seemed shy, and not a little nervous. Olwen giggled.

“I don’t know about you,” she said, “but even though this isn’t our first time, we’ve never fucked here before. Do you want to undress me or shall we both undress ourselves?”

“I want to watch you strip,” replied Noel. “I love the way your tits sway when you’re naked.”

Olwen took her blouse off and unclipped her bra. She slid the straps off her shoulders and her magnificent tits popped into view. Noel sucked his breath in sharply and uttered Macunköy Escort Bayan a groan of delight.

“Fucking hell! They are gorgeous ” he said in a hoarse voice. “Can I feel them now, please?”

“I’ll be bloody annoyed if you don’t!” answered his aunt. “You know I love having my tits sucked when I’m being fucked. Hurry up. Get your clothes off. I want to see your cock. I’ve shown you my tits. Fair’s fair!”

Noel stripped off his clothes quickly and sat on the side of the bed. Olwen’s eyes widened in delight.

“Fucking hell!” she gasped. “That never fails to excite me. Come on big boy. Get that cock in me now!!”

Noel smirked and nodded. “Your wish is my command, Aunty Olwen.” They both giggled, remembering Noel’s question all those years ago when they were both recovering from their first ever fuck.

“Can I still call you Aunty Olwen?” he’d asked her mischievously.

“Hang on a minute,” said Olwen, climbing onto the bed and lying on her back. “I want to taste that cock first, and I want your tongue in my cunt. Let’s play sixty-nine for a while before we fuck.”

Noel seemed happy with that suggestion. He climbed on board Olwen and gasped as she took his rampant cock into her warm, wet mouth. He lowered his head and licked her puffy lipped cunt. It tasted delicious and he gently pushed his tongue into the succulent slit. Olwen groaned in ecstasy.

They got into their stride, Olwen sucking and Noel licking and nibbling. Soon he could discern a stronger, more tangy flavour, and he realised that Olwen was on the brink of her first orgasm. He sucked her engorged clit into his mouth and gave it a good tongue lashing. He was rewarded with a mouthful of tasty cunt cum and he savoured the flavour as Olwen frantically jiggled under him, her breath coming in gasps which were interspersed with whimpers of delight.

“I know you don’t mind if I cum in your mouth,” Noel gasped, “but I want to cum in your cunt the first time we fuck here. Can we stop this sixty-nine now? I’m not going to be able to hold off much longer!”

He rolled off Olwen who grinned up at him.

“Doggy fashion?” she asked mischievously. They both loved fucking doggy style. It gave much deeper penetration, and stretched Olwen’s cunt beautifully. She got on her knees, spread her legs and raised her arse in the air. Noel rubbed his cock head up and down her dripping slit a few times.

“Don’t tease me,” she begged. “Put it in and fuck me like the cock-hungry slut I am!”

Noel slid the tip in and Olwen moaned. It felt so good. He slowly pushed his cock all the way in, a movement that brought another moan and a shiver of delight from Olwen. When she felt his heavy balls slap against her distorted cunt lips, she knew he had bottomed out in her. She clenched and this time it was Noel’s turn to groan.

“Fuck, I love it when you do that,” he muttered. “My cock feels so good in your cunt.”

He began to fuck her. reaching around to cup her swinging tits. His strong fingers found her nipples and he used his thumbs to rub them both. In no time at all, they were hard, and Noel began to tweak them gently. Olwen gasped with pleasure.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good,” she murmured. “Bang it in hard, sweetie. I’m on the brink already!”

Noel slammed into her, pulling her onto his cock at the same time. He felt her cunt contract around his cock shaft, and then came the by-now familiar cunt spasm as Olwen began to orgasm. He pushed against her arse, and she moaned out loud.

“Oh yes! That’s the spot! Fuck! Fuck! FUUUU…CCC..KKK!”

Noel no longer worried when Olwen seemed to have pissed herself. He knew now that she was a squirter. His balls and his thighs were dripping with hot, pungent cunt cum. Slowly he pulled out of her and gently flipped her over onto her back. Olwen immediately spread her legs and put them over Noel’s shoulders. He guided himself back into her dripping cunt and began a slow, rhythmic fucking.

Continuing to thumb her nipples, he leant down and kissed his great-aunt, who returned his kiss with interest, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and depositing a not inconsiderable amount of saliva. Noel loved the sweet smokey taste of Olwen.

The sound and feel of Noel’s heavy balls slapping against Olwen’s arse excited her. For a young man, her great-nephew certainly knew how to fuck a woman. She looked into his eyes and whispered, “I’m ready for you, big boy. Give me a cunt full of cum.”

Noel grinned. He had that feeling in his balls that it wouldn’t be long now. He increased his pace, thrusting deep into Olwen and pulling out almost all the way. She whimpered in pleasure.

“Oh yes! Ohh! Ye-es! Fuck yes!”

Noel was at the finishing strokes stage. His cock rammed in and out of Olwen like a piston.

“Mmm! Here it comes, Aunty!” he grunted and Olwen felt a spurt of hot cum splash into her. She clenched her cunt muscles, trapping Noel inside her, but his cock continued to pulse Escort Macunköy another four or five times, and every pulse was accompanied by a jet of cum.

Sated, Noel collapsed onto Olwen, gasping for breath.

“Fuck me,” he said in an awed tone, “I swear you get better every time we fuck. I haven’t cum like that in ages.

Noel rolled off Olwen and looked at her. “Ten days!” he said excitedly. “I know gran said you’d be popping in every now and then. Why bother? Why not stay here until she comes home? We can have early morning sex as well!”

Olwen got up from the bed and smiled at her young lover.

“I need to piss,” she said. “Don’t go anywhere. I quite fancy another attempt at this when I get back. How would you like to put that fuck stick up my arse?”

Sitting on the toilet, Olwen expelled a stream of hot, pungent piss. “What a waste,” she thought to herself. “If the submissive was here now, we could have both been cleaned up in bed, and I wouldn’t have had to walk all this way to the toilet!”

Making her way back to the bedroom, Olwen made up her mind. She’d tell Noel about her plans to introduce her submissive into their dynamic, and to offer Noel not only the chance to watch Olwen cane her, but to give him the chance to fuck her too.

Olwen got back into bed and looked at Noel.

“I have a suggestion,” she began, and Noel grinned.

“Yeah, I heard,” he said delightedly. “And the answer’s ‘yes’. I would love to fuck you up the arse. I’ve developed almost as much of a liking for anal as I have for cunt fucking!”

“No, you silly boy. Listen to me! And stop doing that! I need to concentrate.” She slapped his hand away from her cunt, despite enjoying the sensations that his long, strong fingers were producing in her.

Noel turned onto his side to face her.

“Sorry, Aunty Olwen,” he said contritely. “Now what is it you want to tell me?”

“You asked about my lover the other day,” Olive began. “Do you remember?”

“Vaguely,” replied Noel. “I assumed it was a man, but you didn’t confirm that. Is it a woman? Do you fuck her? That’s pretty kinky! I’d love to watch that!”

Olwen grinned.

“Is it as kinky as a great-nephew fucking his great-aunty?” she asked, and they both laughed.

“Yes, it is a woman,” Olwen continued. “She’s very submissive too. She likes pain, and humiliation. I was thinking that maybe you might like to watch me punish her, and then if you like, you could fuck her.”

Noel’s eyes widened in delight, and he wore the biggest shit-eating grin Olwen had seen in a long time.

“Oh, Aunty Olwen!” he said excitedly, “What a fabulous offer. Thank you.”

Then his face fell somewhat.

“Hang on,” he said slowly. “What if she doesn’t agree to this plan?”

Olwen smiled and kissed her great-nephew.

“You idiot,” she said good naturedly. “Your gran phoned me last week. It was only when I sat down and thought about how often we would be able to get together that this idea came to me. I thought it through, spoke to my submissive and asked her what she thought of it. She’s well up for it, believe me.”

Noel started to ask another question, but Olwen interrupted him.

“Next week is the start of the school summer holidays,” she said. “Seeing that we are both teachers, we will be off for six weeks. If you can take a week’s holiday next week, the three of us can spend the whole time doing filthy kinky things!”

Noel clapped his hands in excitement.

“That’s no problem,” he said. “I was planning to take some time off anyway whilst gran is away. It crossed my mind that you might like to spend some time in my company.”

He fondled one of Olwen’s big tits.

“I’m assuming your submissive is a mature lady?” he asked hopefully.

“She’s a few years older than I am,” replied Olwen. “She’s sixty one, but still in very good condition for her age. All her bits still work, and she’s a squirter too. In fact, when I told her about you, she said that she knows you!”

Noel’s jaw dropped open, and eventually he managed to gasp,

“Who is she? Will she tell gran about us?”

“Hardly,” replied Olwen. “She’s the head teacher of a primary school. She doesn’t want it known that she likes to be caned and fucked like a bitch by her bi-sexual Dominant Mistress.”

“Think back to when you were in primary school,” Olwen smiled at Noel. “I joined the staff when you were in year six. Do you remember?”

“Yes, I do,” replied Noel. “I was too young to have any sexual feelings. All I remember is being teased by my class mates because my great aunt was in the same school as me!”

“How many of your junior school teachers can you remember?” asked Olwen, deliberately keeping her questions vague. She didn’t want Noel pre-judging her submissive.

Noel looked at her in confusion.

“My junior school teachers?” he asked. “That’s years three to six, isn’t it?”

Olwen nodded and Noel screwed up his face in concentration as he tried to recall his former teachers.

“Year three was Miss Conway,” he recalled. “She was young and pretty I seem to remember. We had some great fun with her.”

“Mr. Rees taught me in year four. He was the only man on the staff, and if you worked hard, he was ok. But he didn’t half shout if you were lazy, or messed about.”

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12 Labors of Hercules, caged. Part 3.

§ Chapter 05. A simple barbecue to meet co-workers (wearing a cage).

The next morning was Saturday.

Richard’s sleep had been stirred by sudden erections caused by Cathy’s movements in bed… and blocked by the cage.

His wrists, on the other hand, had been freed: he couldn’t remember what had happened, but perhaps his wife had woken up while he was briefly asleep.

At dawn, as soon as the sun rose, he decided to wake up and prepare breakfast. He was not an expert, but he made an effort and managed to put together enough things from the refrigerator (he did not suspect that his wife had bought them for him).

He didn’t want to wake her up, and stood still looking at her magnificent naked body, her sweet, nipples, the trimmed tuft of hair on the Mount of Venus… she was more beautiful than any painting.

Perhaps the smell of coffee awakened her… She opened one eye and smiled at him.

With her index finger as a hook, she signaled him to come closer… he carried the breakfast tray very high, almost to his chest, to give her a wide view of his cage.

She beckoned him to place the tray on the bed… then to turn around… she took his wrists and cuffed them again, then said “lick me”, without either going to the bathroom or even combing her hair…

With her legs closed around his ears, she heard him moan and smiled.

While he ate her pussy, she ate the croissants and coffee he had prepared, the warm bread with butter, and the orange juice.

After he had finished eating, she told him to lie down. With her hands, she stroked his cage, while she sat on his face as if riding a saddle.

His tongue alternated strokes to her pussy and rosebud until she grabbed him by the hair forcing him to bury his tongue inside her pussy. She came moaning… he groaned because he wasn’t coming.

With a joyful dance step, she got up and went to the bathroom, telling him to follow her, because he could not welcome guests all sweaty…

Under the cold jet of water from the shower, she opened the cage and checked for bruises or cuts, then lathered him all over and washed him, and finally dried his cock and closed it back in the cage.

Only after locking his cock in the cage, Cathy freed his wrists from handcuffs and told him, “Put on some light clothes, it will be a very hot day today,” and went into her hot bath.

Even this asymmetry, so simple, had the effect of arousing Richard once again.

Richard, wearing a floral shirt and shorts (which hid the cage), prepared the barbecue, with charcoal and flammable liquid.

He hoped the university had assigned him four male Ph.D. students, with whom he would spend the holiday in Greece going to nightclubs to drink beers and harass waitresses.

With the specious justification of «finishing his book» (which he had not completed), Richard had been on sabbatical leave for a year and did not know this year’s Ph.D. students, although all the students knew him and his reputation.

Richard heard the gate bell. “Oh, great gods, send me a bearded tennis player, a beer drinker, a tall swimmer, and… I don’t know… a sportsman… oh gods of Olympus…”

Instead, the first person who rang his gate was a plump young girl, not so tall. Very wide-rimmed glasses, very voluminous curly hair, and very shy, she introduced herself as Dr. Emily Brown, a specialist in Greek mythology, listing a whole series of degrees and electives…

Richard stopped listening and thought to himself: “Dr. Emily must be very shy, as evidenced by the fact that she arrived very early, for fear of disturbing her lateness.” She mumbled something about a country in Africa, but it was obvious because she was as dark as 70% chocolate.

After a few steps in the direction of the barbecue, Emily seemed to slow down and hesitate, perhaps because there is no one in the garden, the other guests have yet to arrive. At that moment only Richard is in sight, and the shy doctor was uncomfortable.

He doesn’t know what to say (his usual stock jokes would have sounded too much like flirting) and they stand still for a few minutes, in silence.

Richard noticed she wore thick prescription glasses with photochromic lenses: the only expensive object, on a girl who only believed in book knowledge: more brains, less beauty.

But, Ostim Escort looking for an argument to break the silence without seeming flirty, Richard noticed that her eyes were slightly squinting.

“Ah, that’s my cup of tea”, thought Richard, and started to say “the poets of ancient Greece composed hymns about Strabismus of Venus (Aphrodite of course), as one of the main features…”

“Stop, please… Professor, I am an educated person, and my field is precisely Greek mythology, can you imagine how many times I have heard that before? Venus was given in marriage to Vulcan who was the ugliest and most crippled of gods, and for once she gave a kiss to the muscular Ares (just to gift Mankind some moment of Peace), Zeus had her caught with a net and humiliated her front everyone…”

Such vehemence astonished Richard. He had never thought of Venus from this perspective.

“No way. «I’d rather be a free spinster and paddle my own canoe», according to the wise words of Miss Alcott, and enough with Venus” Emily concluded. And then, almost muttering to herself, she added “Then everyone ends up asking me if the curtains match the carpet… the top match the bottom… the symmetries… ah, crap!”

Then Emily saw from a distance that his wife was also in the big garden, gathering laurel leaves for the grilled meat, and then Emily let out a great sigh:

“Ah, Cathy’s there too, now I can relax…”

Richard heard her and began to wonder “how is it possible that this little stranger knows my wife’s nickname? She’s always named «Caterina» at her office…”

But before he could ask her for an explanation, he heard the gate bell ring again.

Richard went to open it, hoping to meet a rough, bearded fellow drunkard, but another girl appeared to him: long red hair, lots of freckles on her face and shoulders, an emerald green dress, and light hazel eyes.

Caged or not, a scanner was still active in Richard’s eyes, examining and guessing boob measurements and nipple hardness… and pubic bush shaving or maintenance.

“Slender, tall, small breasts, pointy nipples, so many freckles… I bet she never shaved… Redheads have always been a passion of mine. But today I must be stern and professional,” thought Richard, without uttering a single syllable.

With very professional gestures, he asked very politely what her specialization was… she started talking like a broken dam. He only grasped a few concepts: that her name was Skye McDuff, that she was twenty-nine years old, that she was a specialist in ancient art and especially ceramic vases… but at that point, he was no longer listening, all lost in his lucubrations.

As a leader of the scientific expedition, the presence of two girls in the team was a cause for concern, because he feared that rivalries might arise between him and the two male Ph.D. students who had not yet arrived.

§ Chapter 06. Two eyes, two dimples, one heart.

While the Scotswoman was still talking, two more girls arrived at the same time: one Latina, with very short hair and a lesbian checkered shirt, short but muscular, and one blond, curly and soft with blue eyes, the classic “femme” with little bracelets and a tiny pink purse (it turned out later that they were a couple, but appearances can be deceptive: the one all sweet and pink is a dominatrix devoted to the strapon, while the one posing as a tough guy in bed is completely submissive).

He remained open-mouthed, staring at the blonde’s absolute perfection, without glancing at the tough Latina: thinking “don’t judge a book by its cover, but I bet this is the classic 100% lesbian who behaves like a tomboy all her life, fighting against patriarchy composed first and foremost of her father and uncles… But the blonde, she seems to me of breathtaking perfection: two deep blue eyes, perfect, two dimples at the sides of her mouth, perfect, two thin shoulders barely covered by a tiny sundress, perfect… and two boobs… oh, no, one boob is missing!”, Richard thought silently.

The Latina caught the bewilderment in his gaze, evidently directed at her breasts and not at her Guest’s eyes, and gritted her teeth, with an aggressive attitude: but the blonde smiled like a jolly goose and offered him the sweetest little hand. “Oh, what an honor, allow me to introduce myself, I am Barbie Bach! Ha, ha!” Escort Ostim she laughed like a silly person. “My family is of Austrian descent, from Wien, and, if I may answer a question that everyone asks me sooner or later, I had a breast removed three years ago, so if you want professor, you may as well roll your eyes because you won’t find it even if you keep looking for it!” chuckle

He was embarrassed but also amazed: what the heck was going on in his garden?

“You see, my family is afflicted by this hereditary disease. We get married among friends and cousins and the result is that my mother was operated on for breast cancer… too late. No, don’t be sad, I stopped mourning some time ago. The past is in the past, we live in the present. In the past I had two breasts… and I was happy and proud. Now I have only one breast, and I have a happy tattoo above the scar the surgeons left me, near to my heart: it represents a Phoenix, which, as you well know…”

Richard added “The Phoenix symbolizes the power to rise from any mournful event, according to Pliny the Elder… year 75 AD”

“Exactly! Very good professor, you deserve an A! giggle, giggle… I can’t show the tattoo, because there are so many unknown people, but sooner or later… out of scientific interest, of course, smirk!” and laughed like a ten-year-old. Next to her, the Latina girl looked increasingly nervous.

Barbie continued, “I hope you don’t mind that I didn’t wear my double-padded bra today, but it was so hot, and your wife had said it was a Scholars’ meeting occasion… I thought no one would mind, but…” she observed coquettishly… “I noticed you keep staring at my tit down there… while, my eyes are up here, Professor…”

“Oh,” said he as if awakened from hypnosis, “I’m so sorry Barbie, I don’t get this very often… I mean, not in everyday life…”

At the apex of embarrassment, a little corner of his brain spotted an escape route: change the subject to mythology!

Satisfied, feeling like a genius, he smiled and finally stared into her beautiful blue eyes, daring to say: “We could consider you as an Amazon from ancient mythology, which, as you may know…”

“Quotation: «Amazons used to amputate their breasts so they could shoot better with a bow»,” Barbie said, in the voice of a child repeating the poem in the theatre, “Of course, I think I’ve heard that line at least half a dozen times in the last, say, thirty-six months… had you heard it, Tracy?”

“No. Never.” Puffed the Latina, her voice bored and long-faced.

“Oh, what a funny thing, Tracy had never heard it! Ah, ah!” Barbie laughed gleefully, in contrast to the Latina’s somber face.

Barbie added to Richard “Please, allow me to introduce you to Dr. Teresa Hernandez-Sousa (too long, we call her “Tracy”), who, like me, specializes in greek archaeological excavations… we’ve been forming, like, a research team for years… her family is one-quarter Chilean, one-quarter Dominican, one-quarter Brazilian, and one-quarter Bolivian, which makes her «Chile-Domi-Bra-Bolivian… but she always says she’s from Queens!» Ah, ah…!” barbie concluded singing from some Broadway musical, like a trained little child after hundreds of rehearsals.

The professor looks at her shocked as Tracy looks even more somber.

But Barbie adds: “And the funniest thing is that the Portuguese side of the family is from Manaus, capital of the state of Amazonas, so paradoxically, the only real Amazon here might be her, but she still has both her tits! I guess Pliny the Elder was wrong…”

Albeit confused, Richard led the girls into the garden.

For a moment he thought: “Four girls! But how can I do that? And, luckily, I’m wearing the cage… how embarrassing, now that Cathy told me about my reputation, I saw it stamped on Emily’s shy face… she was afraid to be alone in the garden with me, I cannot go on like this…”

While he was deep in thought, he escorted the late couple to the barbecue, where his wife was talking thickly to the “I-forgot-her-name” amazing redhead (her name: Skye McDuff).

They were talking about him, and neither lowered their voices nor interrupted: he heard the Scottish woman utter the word “pathetic”. But instead of taking offense, his mind began to wander about the Greek origin of that word, from “pathos”, meaning, Ostim Escort Bayan among the others, passion… But his thoughts were disrupted ex abrupto by his wife’s voice.

When she saw the couple, his wife flashed a huge Cheshire Cat-like grin, and then, raising a goblet for toast, Cathy said loudly, “girls, I can finally announce that our plan has succeeded perfectly: you can relax, the professor is already wearing a chastity cage!”

To Richard’s enormous astonishment, the four girls not only did not look astonished but cheered and celebrated: “yay! Brilliant minds always think alike! It’s about time!” and toasted with aperitif wine.

“What’s going on?” asked Richard.

His wife seemed almost more satisfied at that moment than the night before.

Foreshadowing a triumph, Cathy smiled proudly at the success of her plan.

“It so happens, honey, that I contacted these smart and wonderful girls to tell them about the opportunity of the research trip to Greece.

Each of them was both excited about the wonderful opportunity and annoyed that you have this nasty reputation for making sexist comments and touching the tits and asses of your underlings.

But one of them (I won’t tell you who, smirk!) vaguely mentioned «he could wear a chastity belt» and a light bulb went on for me.

I went to an online site and bought the most expensive product on the market, with a combination lock that I can control from here.

Then I reconvened them all together and we worked out this plan.”

Richard was motionless and speechless. One of the girls had approached and was staring at his cage, in full view under his shorts.

Cathy continued, “I will stay here and monitor everything from the distance. The girls insisted on some rules that would safeguard their work commitment from your harassment, but at the same time ensure they could tease you every night, in every way, as if I were there.”

Cathy’s eyes sparkled with joy, thinking of the grandeur of the punishment: what medieval writers would have called «contrapasso», and what the ancients would have called «irony».

Her husband, who had harassed every adult woman for years, would be harassed relentlessly by four energetic young women, while he had his cock locked in the cage of which only his wife had the combination… fantastic.

In particular, Barbie seemed to have become a different person.

She had stopped posing as a dumb blonde bimbo, and with her hands on her hips, she stared defiantly at the cage.

Silently he thought “They say that surgeries make the survivors stronger (Friedrich Nietzsche, or was it Aristotle?); in Barbara’s case, they had given her deep blue eyes a glacial look.”

The muscular Latina at her side tenderly held her hand, smiling for the first time.

The redhead continued to look at him with contempt, with her light hazel eyes. Emily looked away but at least she had taken off her glasses.

“for introverts, lenses are like a barrier of shields erected by a battalion of hoplites, but… did Xenophon write that or Machiavelli?” Richard caught himself thinking… “but why do I get distracted all the time? Why don’t I focus? To escape what is happening in the present time?”

Cathy’s imperious voice brought him back down to Earth:

“And because I know you like decalogues, we have written a decalogue of rules for you to follow.

But, before the rules, I order that you undress, and show the girls the cage you are wearing today.

No handcuffs today, as I promised, but only because you have to grill the meat.

After you strip naked, then I will read the Decalogue to you, and you will tell me whether that Decalogue will make you fly to a certain country in South America… or you choose to reach your beloved Greece and a better future for you.”

******** To the Reader. I am writing the chapters for the month that Richard will spend on a tiny island in Greece: during the day they will work on a new interpretation of the 12 Labours of Hercules, and in the evening the girls will take turns teasing Professor Richard, under the control of his wife Cathy by phone. There will be some gentle femdom, denial, consensual cuckolding, facesitting, and even harmless little pranks. Each girl will show her character and inclinations. Richard and Cathy will remain in love and continue to love each other forever, even though they will both be profoundly changed by the experience. If this series was well received, I could write about what happened the following year to the same group of scholars. Please forgive the lexical errors, English is not my mother tongue. ********

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Jess Bailen, with the cutest feet I had ever touched in my life, had fallen asleep on her left side, facing away from me as we were lying on a white sandy beach in Bora Bora.

Her body wrapped with a blue and white towel with her gorgeous feet sticking out. Her right leg was bent up to her knee, resting on her sexy smooth calf was her foot. I could see her heel, the white sand sticking to her skin. All I wanted to do was touch the souls of her feet, but I did not want Jess to wake up. It was the perfect time to take some pictures without her knowing. Her feet were not perfect. Still, there was just something about them, maybe the fact that she had no idea how much I wanted to slip her toes inside my mouth, roll them around on my tongue, listening to the sounds she would make would have given me the most pleasure in the world.

She has size eight feet with thong tan lines on the tops. Her skin is rough on the souls of her heels as she does not take care of them at all, but I do not mind. A cute bunion that sticks out from her left big toe, making me want to touch it and rub her feet all the time.

Jess thinks I am a nice guy; when she gets home from work, Mondays and Fridays, the only nights I can get home before she does, she kicks off her heels lays on the couch. I’m already waiting with dinner, music playing, and a glass of wine poured just for her. So, I can rub her feet and watch her eat simultaneously. I am not sure how this obsession of mine started, but I have always loved looking at female’s feet in and out of shoes. I have no preference for heels or flats, so much so that I manage at a high-end ladies shoe store.

Jess walked in one evening as late night shopping was slower than usual. Karşıyaka Escort It had been raining; her feet were soaking wet. It was typical this time of year. I thought nothing of it till she sat down. I asked her a few questions on what kind of shoes she was after?. She told me heels for work. As I handed her a towel to dry her feet, I went to get some different styles I thought would suit her. Noticing she had on a knee length black pencil skirt, I felt something with a bit of grit to show off her curvy legs, not too skinny calves with nice tight ankles. She had stockings on, I thought, was strange for someone her age.

Jess said she was clueless as to what would look good on her feet. She had just got a promotion at work at the tender age of twenty-six and wanted something a bit more sophisticated and grown-up like the other ladies in the firm that explains the stocking she had been copying the older ladies where she worked. “Not to worry, that is what I am here for” after that, Jess came in regularly and would not let anyone else serve her but me. Admitting one day, she was getting a bit of a shoe fetish “I felt like my dreams were coming true when I heard her say this,” and the compliments at work she was getting about her heels made her incredibly happy.

That smile was beautiful on her; it could light a room up. She wanted me to be her little secret to success. Jess realized that having a great looking pair of shoes on your feet made her feel a million bucks, and she felt more confident.

A year later, I finally got the courage to ask her to coffee, which said yes, apparently waiting for me to ask her. Every time she came into the store, I started to get hard as soon as I saw Karşıyaka Escort Bayan her bare feet just waiting for me to touch them slightly as I helped her into her new heels I had personally picked for her. I used to trawl the new product catalogues just thinking about Jess’s order, not any other customers.

Now we have been dating for two years, I’ve been saving, so I could bring her here and see what her feet would look like on these perfect white sandy beaches, not disappointed at all. I am always thinking of new things to do to see those toes squishing barefoot through different environments.

The last time we were away camping, I nearly blew in my jeans, watching Jess take her hiking boots off and her thick sweaty socks. I knew she had sore feet from walking all day in the heat. Just seeing her relaxing by the river sitting on a rock, watching the waterfall with her feet were dangling in the water. When she stood up and started squishing the mud through her toes, I took a heap of pictures of her as I pretended, I could not get the light or angle right, so there was a heap of pictures of her legs, feet all wet and muddy. Jess thought nothing of it as she knows I am always looking at feet; she believes it is because of people shoes or foot size. At least to say they are sitting secretly in my wank bank.

As I was thinking about her dirty, wet, muddy feet, I got my phone out and started to take pictures of her legs working down to her feet. I even sprinkled some more sand over her right foot, trying not to wake her up. I got a few good shots in, and then she rolled over; I waited for a few minutes, making sure she was still asleep. I went and stood at the end of her legs, seeing Escort Karşıyaka her left foot dug into the sand covering her big toe. I was hard as a rock; my board shorts were getting tight. I just needed a few more pictures to satisfy me.

Then I can go into the water have a wank while I stare up at the beach at Jess sleeping. Thinking about the sand sticking to her feet and my cock sliding in and out of the rough, tight hole she would create for me squeezing tighter and tighter while I watch her playing with her wet pussy sliding her fingers in and out of her hole as she watches me build up to cum on her feet. I would be down on my knees with her legs spread, starting to lick and sux on her lips slowly the way she likes it. Sliding my tongue in and out of her, covering my face in her sweet juices, “oh god, I’m going to blow just thinking about it”.

I was just about to turn around and head straight for the water. I could not control myself anymore; with this thought in mind from behind me came the waiter around the corner asking if we would like to order some more drinks. I jumped as I did not see him; my phone flew out of my hand and fell onto Jess’s leg, and she started to stir and wake up.

I instantly sat down, pretending I had just been about to get up. Telling the waiter, we will have another round of tequila, sunrise charged it to villa 204, please, picking up my phone at the same time, so Jess had no idea what I was up to. She looked over to me, smiling. All I could see was that beautiful smile, her light cotton white robe falling of her size fourteen body with her smooth tanned skin and her curly shoulder-length dark brown hair. I just wanted to take her right then and there.

Jess had not noticed what I was doing. I just grabbed at her toes, jokingly telling her we should go for a swim before our drinks get here and I would meet her in the water. She started taking her robe off as she was getting up. I ran off, hoping she would think I wanted to beat her to the water, and I was just playful.

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“Emma, please go and visit the Headmasters study immediately!” barked Mrs. Rodgers, Emma’s English teacher.

“Yes Mrs. Rodgers.” replied Emma.

Emma stands up from behind her desk. Emma Beresford is 18 years old, in her final year at South Downs High School She’s known as a good student but has a wild way with some of the boys. Her reputation is that Emma teaches the boys how to lick pussy and she uses her own for demonstration purposes.

A good looking girl. Auburn hair worn to her shoulders, a pale complexion which she needs to keep out of the sun. Size 36C breasts adorned by pretty pink nipples. 5′ 8″ tall. Unknown to Mrs. Rodgers, Emma has been shaving her pussy since her first pubic hairs started sprouting. She is very smooth and likes the feel against her navy blue regulation school cotton knickers. Her gymslip suits her, coming to her mid thigh. As its summer, school rules allow bare legs. She walks elegantly across the room, back held ramrod straight like a soldier.

Emma rushes out of the classroom. Not that anybody would have known but her mind was in turmoil.

“What have I done now?” she thought to herself.

“I know I sucked James Wills’ pitiful little dick last week, but it can’t be that, and I let John Carstairs lick my smooth pussy.” She gave a slight gasp at that thought. John has a mighty long tongue that hit just the right places.

Emma rushes to the headmasters study, a long way at the end of the school building and known to be soundproof. Mr Fox the headmaster was known to give sound thrashings to miscreant students, male İvedik Escort or female and it was rumored he’d even had sex with one or two.

Emma arrives at the oak door at the entrance to Mr Fox’s study. An intimidating sight, which has made some students quiver and brought them to tears at the very sight of it.

Emma taps lightly at the door and waits.

“Come in.”

She opens the door and steps through.

Mr Fox must be at least 80, Emma thinks. In fact he’s 56 but Emma thinks everybody is old if they’re over 30.

Mr Fox is sat in a large leather chair, behind an imposing desk. He’s writing in a large A4 book. As she walks to the desk she sees her name written there. He shuts it, puts his ink pen to the side and Emma sees with a gulp, and a reddening of her cheeks that the books title is punishment book.

Oh no! thinks Emma.

“Do you know why you are here Miss Beresford?”

“NNNo sir!”

She stands tall, but now starts to hop from one foot to the next. Nervous situations like this make her desperate to wee.

“Stand still!”

Emma does as she’s told, desperate to cross her legs to take the pressure of her bladder.

“Its been reported to me by John Carstairs’ Mum that you let him lick your pussy. Is that true?”

“No Sir.” Emma thinking denial is the best plan.

“Are you saying Mrs Carstairs is a liar?”

“No sir, she must be mistaken.” Emma starts to sway from side to side.

“What is wrong with you girl? Cant you stand still?”

“I…I…want to wee İvedik Escort Bayan Sir!”

“Well do it there!”

“Sir, you cant mean that?”

“I do, wooden floor, easily mopped up, but remove your knickers first i wish to see this famed shaved pussy i’ve heard so much about.”

Emma thinks this can’t be happening, he wants me to wee on the floor and remove my knickers in front of him.

“Get on with it girl!”

Emma, desperate, can’t see a way out. She lifts her gymslip, showing Mr Fox her navy blue knickers. He must notice the damp spot as she’s already leaked a little.

She puts her hands in her waistband and slowly lowers them down, over her pale white thighs, over her knees and pushes them to the floor where she then steps out of them.

“Hold your dress up girl, Let me look at you.”

Mr Fox comes round the table to a quivering Emma, on the verge of losing it. He didn’t mean look, he meant feel. He roughly runs his hand over Emma’s pussy, pale, her clit just protruding. A rush of excitement runs through Emma, causing her to let go.

Her warm yellow wee runs over Mr Fox’s hand, over the floor, a pungent smell in the air.

“God dammit girl couldn’t you have waited one more minute.”

“Sorry Sir, I’m really sorry Sir.” stammers Emma, flushed, relieved but definitely aroused. Her cheeks blush, unknown to Mr Fox, Emma’s chest has gone red as well, her nipples erect, brushing against the inside of her bra.

Mr Fox drags Emma to his desk puts his hand on the small of her back and pushes Escort İvedik her down onto his desk, flicks her dress over her back, leaving her white bottom exposed to Mr Fox’s stare. She feels his hand exploring her arse, fingering a place that nobody has ever been. She shudders at this invasion. She’s often wondered what it would be like to be arse fucked, but hopes it’s not today.

“You were getting 3 strokes of my special slipper today Emma, but I’ve doubled it as you have pissed over my hand and my office floor.”

Mr Fox produces a leather slipper. Black in colour, large, must be a size 11. A smooth sole, no doubt as a consequence of spanking many boys and girls over the years.

Without warning Emma Mr Fox crashes it down on to her arse. Emma jumps.

“OWW!” she squeals, and tries to rub her sore arse.

Mr Fox flicks her hand away. “Now stand still or it will be worse for you Emma.”

“Yes Sir.”

CRASH, another spank over the first one. Emma trys not to cry out. Her white arse glows red like a traffic light at stop.

Crash, Spank, Crash. 3 alternates one after another. Emma starts to hop around and starts again to pee uncontrollably.

“What do you think you are doing?” barks Mr Fox.

“Sorry Sir, i cant help it.”

CRASH…The harshest yet, 6. Emma screams in Mr Fox’s sound proof room.

“Get out of my room Emma and leave your knickers there.”

Emma runs, thankful its all over rubbing her bare arse as she goes and shuts the door behind her.

Mr Fox picks up Emma’s knickers from the floor, sniffs them, beautiful he thinks. I knew she had peed a little he says to himself and puts them in his drawer.

“I must invite her back for another session before term ends and i must remember to ring Mrs Carstairs to thank her, maybe i’ll invite her to observe next time.” mused Mr Fox.

THE END

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Jeng had always been a pretty girl, when she got to her senior year of high school she was the fantasy of nearly every boy in school and the envy of the girls.

Five-foot nine, a hundred twenty-eight pounds with waist-length straight black hair and natural D-cups made her luscious, once you took into account the sharp green eyes she could have had any boy in the school, and half the teachers.

It may seem like Jeng had a storybook life, in fact, it was quite the opposite. With near-impossible expectations of her traditional Japanese parents and the pressure of teachers to “Always do better”. The poor girl was an emotional ball of low self-esteem and nerves.

She had avoided dating never thinking she was quite good enough for all of the boys that were after her, choosing instead to study and keep mostly to her room or the public library.

Jeng however had a terrible secret, or at least terrible for a young demure Japanese lady, Jeng liked porn. She first discovered it around the age of seventeen at first it was a few pics here and there on the internet, after that it got more in-depth. Now at the age of twenty her second year in college it had become almost an addiction Demetevler Escort to her, every chance she could get she would log onto one of her sites to watch videos or read naughty stories.

April, Jeng’s cute little blonde friend convinced her one night to attend a college party to which she reluctantly agreed. April was feeding Jeng sweet-tasting twisted tea’s never letting Jeng know there was alcohol in the beverage.

Jeng had become quite tipsy when the broad-shouldered blue-eyed boy stepped up and started talking to her. Blushing Jeng spoke with him and before she knew it he kissed her. At first, she melted into the touch a shiver running down her spine, something was wrong, it didn’t feel right.

Jeng broke the kiss and quickly scurried from the house into the night. She was crying as she walked home, wondering what was wrong with herself, wondering why a kiss affected her so much.

Moving towards a bench just outside the campus stadium Jeng took a seat, it was Autumn but the cool metal still seeped through her tight bluejeans as she dried her eyes.

It wasn’t long before Jeng saw another student heading her direction, Escort Demetevler the boy was large and not in the muscle builder way no, there was no other way to say it, he was fat.

As he approached closer Jeng could hear the labored breathing of his lungs, the odd scrape of his left shoe every time he took a step, and more importantly, she took note of how the boy swung wide of the bench giving her a lot of room to ease her mind from the late-night passing.

Jeng was moving before she thought, around the bench and up to the lad, the beautiful Japanese girl grabbed his hand and led him towards the dark doors of the stadium. “What the heck lady, what are you doing.”

Jeng paid no expression to the boy her eyes kept to the ground as she lightly guided his back into a small nook that would mostly conceal the pair of them. In silence she took a deep breath, steeling herself as she dropped to her knees reaching for the waistband of the strangers jogging pants.

Jeng’s hands trembled as she tugged down the boy’s pants and she got the first whiff of a crotch that had been sweating the way too much. She whimpered as that smell turned Demetevler Escort Bayan her on, even more, her mind playing back all the hours of video’s she watched the ones that turned her on the most always had a fat person in them. She was not prepared for what the smell did for her, it completed the scene shuddering her left hand wrapped around the hard cock before her.

It was like a different person was doing this, Jeng ignored the boy’s hushed protests. His protests stopped when her soft lips wrapped around his hard shaft.

Jeng had no experience in giving head, she just applied pressure with her lips and bobbed her head up and down as fast as she could. It wasn’t long until his hands were on either side of her head guiding her faster and deeper. She felt him tense and instinct made her pull her head back her hand moved to pump his cock.

It was just in time too, the first jets of hot cum hit Jeng’s cheek and lips, before coating her neck and cute white button-down. The boy trembled and shook as Jeng milked him dry. The last few feeble drops slipped out of the soft cock and over Jeng’s hand and she delicately slipped the sweat pants back into place.

She had no idea why she did what she just did, but she liked it, she liked it a lot. Her left hand came up into the faint light so she could look at the cum coating her skin. Turning her back to the boy she began walking off, scurrying across the street she took the time to let her tongue taste the silky mess on her hand.

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My wife and I had been married for 12 years and our marriage had been a happy one, our sex life had been through the usual exploratory phases and had settled into the knowing what each other liked phase.

Leila knew just what made me horny as hell from the beginning of our relationship and boy did she tease me relentlessly with the knowledge that her panties turned me on. No matter which type she purchased, wore or left lying about the house the sight or mere touch of the material would turn me on so much it usually resulted in an erection of varying degrees. If she wore them to bed I would wake with a raging hard on fit to hammer nails into wood. This morning as I lay in bed beside her with my growing hard on pressing insistently against the crotch of my favorite pair was no different, the fact that the bulbous head of my cock was oozing globs of precum against the material my mind was only on the sensations that were making my balls ache for release.

I wouldn’t say that I was constantly obsessed with ejaculating against the silky material but I had a particular fetish to wearing panties occasionally and bringing myself off whilst wearing them, the need to do so stemmed from adolescent jacking off a load into my mother’s panties as a teenager which had now turned into an occasional need to feel my wifes panties excite me, which progressed to wearing the sensual items to arouse myself when my wife was not home.

I especially loved the feel of my hardening cock restricted by the sensuous materials and the sensations the material provided on my cock as it was massaged against it, this activity never failed to produce huge amounts of precum and added excitement especially when the really sensitive underside of my cock brushed against the enlarged seam of the gusset or brushed lightly on a piece of soft lace or ribbon.

Leila always wanting to please soon caught onto the fact I was aroused immensely by wearing panties, bringing myself to climax often that way and the fact that that I got particular horny and immensely stimulated by any contact with her Batıkent Escort panties. She used them as an aid frequently during our lovemaking to enhance my stimulation and arouse me beyond belief.

I must admit this morning I was hoping that before she awoke I could produce enough precum to soak the gusset that was covering her shaved slit which would allow me to glide my cock between her ass cheeks, feel the soaked material rubbing against my cock head and enjoy the sensations before she awoke and got too wet herself knowing that she usually insisted on penetration that second.

Not that I needed it since my bulbous cock head was already spewing forth a stream of its own lubrication I still reached over for the lube in my bedside cabinet and liberally applied a glob to the base of my meat, working it gradually up and along the shaft with my fingers stifling a moan as my palm reached the tip and my balls started that familiar ache and tingling sensation in there need to be emptied. Another glob of precum pooled on my thumb as I topped my cock. Now slowly fisting my cock between my gripped fingers and trying not to wake Leila I slowly and deliberately massaged the shaft until my balls started to tighten caused by the sensations that were building and the head of my cock stabbing between Leila’s things.

Turning onto my left side a little more I positioned my cock between her ass cheeks and thanked god that he had endowed me with enough length to slide the whole length of her slit and the head to reach the lacy covering at the front of the gusset.

A few strokes later the gusset was becoming soaked with my own juices, allowing the sensations of the soft material to accentuate the sheer pleasure that was taking over my whole groin region I sighed with pleasure.

Bringing myself closer and closer to the edge with each stroke, I slowed my movements a little so as not pleasure myself to orgasm to soon or to alert Leila just at that moment.

Lifting my right leg I massaged my testes which were now hard, high, aching Batıkent Escort Bayan and ready to push a load big enough to shoot a hot load through my throbbing cock and probably quite some distance. Using lube I inserted my middle finger into my back passage in the hope that whilst I slid my cock slowly against the deliciously wet crotch of my sleeping wife I could exquisitely massage my prostate to produce more pre cum. It worked effectively I groaned as I felt pre cum wet the tops of Leila legs, I knew I needed to push my way inside the leg to feel the full effect of being restricted, bring about the sensations usually induced by the seam that always caught the sensitive piece of skin on the underside of my now purple head.

Wondering if I could actually achieve orgasm without Leila waking began to cross my mind, she was really deep in sleep, usually by now she would be awake and impaled on my cock. However selfishly it felt I was really enjoying the fantastic sensations alone. I slowly slipped my hand around her waist and found the leg of her panties so that I may gradually lift them and allow access for my cock to slide inside the gusset, Oh my the sensations when I achieved actually achieved my aim my cock were incredible. My cock head now eased gently along her damp slit and I was able to locate the seam o the crotch. I shuddered a little as the head of my cock now grazed across the ridge with each stroke, now picking up momentum I massaged myself against her pussy, the crotch of her panties and allowed the seam and lace to stimulate where my foreskin attaches to my cock.

Breathing deeply, moaning uncontrollably and as close as could possibly be to orgasm that I could be I reinserted my finger in my ass knowing that if I massaged my prostate and the sensitive nerve endings in my anus I would explode in a ball rocking eye rolling orgasm.

Awash with sensations and hard as rock, my balls started to tighten, feeling my foreskin banging against Leila’s now blood engorged clit and the seam of her panties I was an unstoppable Escort Batıkent force, so much so I was unaware that Leila was awake and conscious of my actions until she turned her head and breathed in my face I sensed that she was waking and enjoying the stimulation. I opened my eyes and heard her say “go all the way big boy!”

I started to pump my ass and grind my cock hard against her whilst she rubbed the head of my cock poking through the soaked material. The seamed ridge of her panties now rubbing the spot, my prostate on fire from taking a good massage with my finger and her words of encouragement to cum hard took me way over the edge. Eyes rolling, hips rocking and balls expending what seemed to be the biggest load I had ever felt in my life I growled my way through tumultuous body shaking ass clenching climax shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum into the gusset of Leila’s panties.

It took quite some time before I stopped shaking and was able to speak to Leila, when I opened my eyes she was smiling at me and rubbing her pussy frantically with my own fingers encircled in her through the cum drenched panty gusset. Desperately diddling her clit. She moved and pushed me onto my back. Lifting her legs apart I could see just how much I had cum and boy what a surprise I got when she sat on my face and asked me to suck my own cum from her panties clean and then tongue her clit.

I got to work and worked avidly on eating every drop of my own cum and the juices that she was now producing in copious amounts, my tongue stimulating Leila’s clit to orgasm with each second, I pushed my two middle fingers deep inside her and finger fucked her whilst she ground against my face. As I tongued her clit around the cum soaked gusset I felt her muscles tighten around my fingers before she orgasmed hard. I looked up to her face and watched her having her own eye rolling, hip rocking climax gushing hot sweet cum all over my lips, mouth and chin.

I imagined she may be a little pissed at the fact that I had started the process of panty jerking without her however rolling onto her back but she removed the panties and tossed them onto my chest, she whimpered “that was so hot, remind me to wear those panties to bed every night panty lover”, whilst still basking in her orgasmic state I cleaned up the rest of her cum prom the sensuous material whilst she slumped against me….

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