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{Author’s Note: I intended this to be a single story, but decided to add a second part, as a conclusion of the evening. Which is why they are both short.}

*

I saw the ad a few times before. “Curious?” Then simply “M/M” and an email address. For once, I decided to respond since I was most definitely “curious.” A simple word, “Yes,” and a little-used email account. Later that night, I received a response.

“If you can talk about it, call” with a number. I stared at the message for a while, but decided I wasn’t ready so I didn’t call.

A week went by and I thought of that message, and of calling that number, again and again. Maybe I should have deleted the thing, “lead us not into temptation” and all that. But it was Saturday and I was still “curious” so I called.

The phone was answered with a “No real names here. Understood?” I said I did.

“Good. Have you ever done anything physically with another man?”

And the conversation continued after I said I had not. I gave health details and the like and then was asked whether there was “anything” I did not want to do, about which I was not “curious.” That damn word.

I assumed whatever happened would be vanilla, but when I hesitated the guy on the other end, who gave his names as “Eric,” said to think about it and to call when I knew and when—no “if”—I wanted to proceed. I called the next night.

“No bondage and no pain. Otherwise, I game for anything.”

He asked me specifics, and I said I thought I’d be okay with each of the ones he listed. He thanked me and said he’d be in touch. On Tuesday, I got an email telling me I would only be known as “Three” at the event with directions. I was told the number itself would have no impact on what happened with and to me. It was for anonymity. I was asked to dress comfortably but not sloppily. Importantly, I was told to “save myself for Thursday.”

Which explains why a little before seven on Thursday evening I pulled my car behind a BMW at the end of a line of late-model cars in a wide driveway in one of the nicer suburbs in town. To the left was a large house, a McMansion, set back on one of those circles cut into what was once farmland.

* * * *

I knocked at the door, and after a minute a well-dressed man answered.

“I am Eric. And you are?”

“I am Three.”

Eric led me to a basement that extended for much of the house’s footprint. It had a large central room painted in a neutral beige with three bedrooms off to one side. On the other side, there was a large bar and two large bathrooms to the left. When I got there, there was one man in a white, terry-cloth robe and one dressed in business casual, as was I. The room was well-lit but did not have much furniture. Several king-sized beds were to the rear with two large ottomans in the center. Six comfortable-looking leather chairs, black, were put in pairs, two chairs on each side of the ottomans and one facing them. The carpet was wall-to-wall and also a beige.

There was a row of perhaps twenty lockers along one wall with some stools in front of them. The lockers were big ones you see at high-end gyms but made of wood that blended into the wall, deep with one on top of the other. The door for “3” was open, and a terry-cloth robe was hanging. Eric told me and the other guy who was dressed to hang our stuff up. I did as I was told, keeping my back to the room, and when I turned, Eric said two others were already here and showering and that we were next. We’d all shower and all give ourselves an enema in the process. When it was my turn, shortly after the sixth, and what I was told was final, participant arrived,

The shower itself was large with several nozzles, including a removable one, and I scrubbed and did the enema thing. I snuck a few pumps on my dick but stopped myself from any more. There were razors and shaving cream and I decided to use them, though I did not have much of a beard, and I used the mouthwash several times Çamyuva Escort before putting on the robe and joining the others.

When I got back, five of us were there, and we were soon joined by the sixth after his shower. There was a clock on the wall, and it said it was 7:25. We sat randomly in the chairs, making small talk, though nothing personal. I was afraid to look too closely at the others and I hoped they were as embarrassed about things as I was.

After the final arrival—Two—sat, Eric stood at the opposite side of the left ottoman from me, the side with no chairs. He asked us to stand. He held up six playing cards.

“You will each take one but do not look at your selection. That is for me alone to know. What happens to you, at least in the early part of the evening, depends entirely on the randomness of the card you select. You are each very similar. You are each curious, but none of you has had any experience with a man. That ends tonight.

“Each of you may leave at any time. I would say your forfeit your payment except you made no payment. This service is gratis. I am like a drug dealer. I give you this exposure for free knowing most of you won’t be able to get enough and will come back. That’s where I make my money. We have paid events here each night but Thursday. And they are not free and they are not limited to six participants.

“That said, you can stop at any time. But. If you leave, you will have three minutes after the door at the top of the stairs closes behind you. If you do not return within those three minutes, you may not ever return. And we have a safe word for when you are in the throes of passion. ‘Orange.’ If you are engaged with someone who uses that word, you must immediately stop. If you do not, you will be required to leave and there will be no three-minute grace period. You will never return. Is that clear?”

He looked around at us, and we each nodded.

“Good. I think of myself as a good judge of character so it is very rare for someone to use the safe word. But it is always an option.

“Now as you know, here there are no names except mine. To make things simpler, I have six chokers. They are no collars. None of you is interested in the type of thing where a collar might be appropriate. Sometimes a choker is just a choker.” He went to the bar and picked them up and then distributed them to the appropriate “number.” Each was a simple black circle with a large, white number.

When each of us wore our choker, he walked from chair to chair, spreading open the cards, and we each took one. He then repeated the action, but this time he took the cards from us, writing the respective number with a marker on the back. He then went behind the bar and marked on a piece of paper, presumably who was which card.

“Gentlemen, I should say that for this evening the bar has non-alcoholic drinks. Even on other nights, we limit the alcohol intake, but tonight there will be none.”

He then stood where he had been when he gave his introduction and asked us to stand.

“I am assigning chairs.” Then while looking at his list he pointed to chairs, “Six, Three, Four, Two, One, Five.” This meant that I would sit in one of the chairs to the side of the ottomans and after a moment, One and Five took their seats, the rest of us followed.

“Do not get too comfortable, gentlemen.”

The clock read 7:34.

He instructed each of us to stand. I saw we were all about the same height and build. I was thirty-two, but the age range seemed broad, with Five showing a fair share of gray in his hair. Two couldn’t be much out of college.

“I want to talk about ‘size’ for a moment. You will see that you are all about the same size. I did not ask any of you about how big your dick is. First, I don’t know if there’s a universal guide to measuring one. More importantly, you will learn that in this world size does not matter. You need to understand that in this world, Çamyuva Escort Bayan and however anonymous the sex is, what does matter is that a dick is a dick and whether you end up being more of a top or more of a bottom or neutral, you will savor the feel and the taste of whatever dick you touch or kiss or suck or have in your ass.

“And speaking of a dick in the ass. You have all assured me you are clean. But for everyone’s sake—and this is true in the other events here—no dick goes into an ass unless it has a condom on it. Dicks will go into asses tonight, though I will not say whose and whose, and there are plenty of condoms and plenty of lube.”

I hadn’t noticed, but there was a range of them on a table over by the bar.

“With all of the preliminaries done, I want each of you to kiss the man whose chair yours is next to. I don’t know if any of you have kissed a man, but that ends now. You will kiss for five minutes. Starting now.”

Six and I turned to each other. My dick hardened a little with Eric’s talk about dicks in asses, and I was glad I shaved, and I realized he had too. He hesitated longer than I did but finally I took a breath, oblivious to the others in the room, and put my right hand around the back of his head and leaned towards him as I pulled his lips towards mine.

It had been a while since I’d kissed a woman and forever since I’d kissed a man, but Six’s lips were soft and immediately opened and I felt his tongue reach into my mouth and I somehow heard his moans over my own. I leaned close enough to him to feel his erection and I’m sure he felt mine and I had half a mind to reach down with my hand but I thought that was forbidden. I also knew I would see his dick and he would see mine soon enough.

Instead, I had to content myself with reaching to his ass to pull him closer, our erections pounding against each other. I vaguely heard a “No hands” from Eric but I do not know to whom it was directed.

Suddenly Eric said, “Stop.” Like with the SATs I wanted to keep going but a proctor’s order is an order.

It took me time to catch my breath. I stole a look around the room and saw everyone was like me, and Six seemed somewhat starry-eyed. I knew neither of us would be saying “Orange.”

“Gentlemen. Now that you’ve had a taste—and I mean a ‘taste’—of an appetizer, it’s time for the main event. Remain standing and take off the robes.”

When we did, I snuck a peek around, and I saw raging hard-ons on each of us and I fought the temptation to touch Six’s beautiful one. Eric stood before Four and Two, in the chairs at the head of the ottomans. Each of you is to get on all fours on one of the ottomans.

They looked at each other, and Two was the first to move into position. Eric walked to the table with the lube and the condoms. He brought two of the latter and two tubes of the former and stood in front of Two and Four.

“As you may have figured out by now, by chance,” and he looked at his sheet, “Two and Four are the first among you who will be fucked. It is simple, really.” He again looked at his sheet. “Six is to stand in front of Four and Three behind him. One and Five are to assume the same positions in front and behind Two.”

He held up the cards.

“As you can see, there are a king and a jack of hearts. Two and Four drew those. There are a king and a jack of clubs, and those were picked by Six and One. And Three and Five got the king and jack of spades.

“I know none of you has done this before, so it begins with Two and Four giving a blowjob to the dick in front of them. As I asked in the email of Wednesday that you not jerk off before tonight, I hope it will not be long before Six and One come.” He turned to those men. “Both Two and Four have the option of not having you come in their mouths, and you must tell them when you are about to come. If they pull off, you must pull out and you may come on their faces or anywhere else.”

Eric Escort Çamyuva turned to me and Five. “You are going to watch this. I assume hard as you are you’ll get harder. I want you to caress the ass of the man in front of you and you can run your dick up and down his crack. You will have the chance to fuck him,” and both Two and Four gave a slight gasp, “but you must be patient.”

He stepped back. “Don’t worry Two and Four, you will come soon enough.”

With that Eric walked to the bar, and he sat on a stool facing out towards out. He called, “Whenever you’re ready, gentlemen.”

With that I watched Six’s dick disappear into Four’s mouth. Again I neither knew nor cared about what else was happening. Four looked to be in his early forties, and while his body was a little soft, I found it pretty. His brown hair was cut short. When I looked up after surveying Four’s ass and back, enjoying the sight of a naked man for the first time, Six’s eyes were closed and his lips were quivering. His hips were moving and he moaned again as his hands gripped Four’s head. Faster and faster.

Suddenly his eyes opened and I saw a demonic smile. He stared at me, and I couldn’t look away as he relished being serviced. He fucked Four’s mouth faster, and my own dick was between Four’s cheeks as I pulled him to and away from me in time with Six’s rhythm. I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly Six screamed, “I’m coming, I’m fucking coming” and Four grabbed his hips harder, and waited for Six’s cum and tried to take it all when it came.

That must have triggered something on the other ottoman as One screamed as he came all over Four’s face. My attention was soon back to the lovers in front of me. Six fell to his knees and pulled Four’s mouth to his and sucked as much of his cum out of the other as he could.

At this point, I was ready to pop, and the prospect of entering Four’s ass was all that prevented it. While they were kissing, I realized Eric was beside me. He gave me a condom, which I put on, and lubed Four’s ass with his fingers. He told me, “It’s tricky so I always do it the first time.”

The invasion shot through Four, and Six stood.

Eric moved to him.

“Three is going to fuck you now. Okay?”

“I need it so bad. Please.”

Eric nodded to me. Four’s ass was well-lubricated, and I aimed. It was awkward for a moment, but I found it and slowly pushed. Eric said something to Four, and he loosened and suddenly the head of my dick was inside a man. A strange, beautiful man. I moved in slowly and somehow was all the way in. I could feel Four trying to control his breathing, which I assumed was from a mixture of pain and pleasure.

He was gloriously tight and somehow I was all the way in. Eric held up his hand so I paused. He then said something to Four and then nodded at me. He jumped up to tend to the other trio. Six was back on his knees so he could kiss while I fucked Four.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” I said, and Four said, “Harder, man. Harder.” We got into a rhythm of the sort he had with Six and I gripped the side of his hips for leverage.

“I can’t hold out for long,” I said, and Four screamed, “Fuck me, fill me” and this was enough to trigger my explosion. I don’t know how many ropes it was, but foregoing jerking off for several days helped with the volume. When I was done, I lay against his ass, still inside him. I wrapped my hand around so I could feel his dick.

“He’s mine,” said Six, and I pulled my hand away.

I pulled out of Four, and when I was clear Six told Four to turn over. Six came to where I stood, and I cleared away as he got between Four’s legs. For a moment I saw Four’s dick. It was a nice dick. As Eric said, it was a dick that I could enjoy. But Six beat me to it. My view of the dick vanished as he threw his mouth around it, his right hand grasping at Four’s balls.

With nothing else to do, I bent down and put my lips to Four’s. Our tongues played but only briefly as he pushed me away.

“Fuck, fuck. Take me, Six, fucking take all of me.” His hips shot off the bed and his head shot back as he exploded, and Six took it all. He didn’t swallow all of it though. He stood and walked to me, and our lips met and I tasted the wonder that was a man’s come.

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My wife Teresa and I live in a very large house and my son Eric and his wife Natalie live with us. There’s plenty of room in the house for anyone who wishes privacy so, things have worked out pretty well. We have an interesting living arrangement that works out very well for all of us. My son doesn’t care if I fuck his wife, my daughter-in–law, and I don’t care if he fucks my wife, his stepmother. We’re all exhibitionist as well as being confirmed voyeurs so, being nude around the house and, not always closing doors when we have sex is pretty normal for us. Eric and Natalie are in their late twenties and like my wife and I they love sex and sometimes they just can’t seem to get enough.

When Eric was about nineteen he got home from work early one day and he came in when my wife Teresa and I were having sex on the living room sofa. He was embarrassed and started to leave the room but Teresa told him he could stay and, “watch us fuck if he wanted.” That didn’t really surprise me because Teresa loved sex and was always horny. I admit, sometimes had trouble keeping her satisfied. Her suggestion really turned me on just by knowing that that’s what she wanted. I remember that Eric stood next to the sofa and watched us as I hammered Teresa’s pussy with my cock. The sweet cries and sounds of her pleasure filled the room as we fucked and it wasn’t long before I came. The feeling I was experiencing as I fucked her with someone watching was incredibly intense. I remember that my orgasm that day hit me hard and fast as I suddenly came. As I began spewing my hot cum into Teresa’s sweet vagina Teresa cried out and I felt Teresa’s orgasm flood over her as my cock continued to fill her tender sex-hole. We lay together for several minutes enjoying our shared pleasure and when I looked up Eric had left the room. Teresa had an erotically wicked look on her face and she said, “I wonder if Eric can fuck as good as his father can?”

I don’t know what came over me but I answered, “There’s only one way to find out.”

Teresa looked at me without saying anything as I added, “I think he’d love to fuck you, shall I go ask him?”

“Are you ok with it?” Teresa asked me.

“More than ok,” I said, “I think it would be good for both of you — and I’d love to watch.”

I got off the sofa and took Teresa’s hand and we went down the hallway to Eric’s room. His door was open and he was lying naked on his bed and he was gently jacking-off. We walked into his room and he stopped when he saw us. We stood at the side of his bed, my cock was still half-hard from being inside Teresa and I simply said, “Teresa wants to know if you’d like to fuck her.”

He looked surprised and before he could say anything I said, “Look, its fine with me Eric! I’ve known that Teresa’s wanted to fuck you for a long time, it’s no secret and honestly, I know that you would like to fuck her as well. So, if you want to fuck her she’s very ready.”

“God yes!” he said. “I’ve always had a fantasy of fucking you,” he said to her. He looked at me again and asked, “Are Kale Escort you sure you’re ok with it?”

“I’m more than ok with it…I’ll admit that it’s been one of my secret fantasies to watch you fuck her!”

Teresa smiled as she got onto Eric’s bed and took his cock in her mouth and started sucking on it. He let out a low groan as her tongue and lips pushed his foreskin back and started to work on his swollen head. I think she realized that Eric wouldn’t last too long so she slowed a little. Teresa was on her knees on the bed with her ass and pussy exposed to me. I could see the redness that was still on her cunt lips from our fuck. I could also see the traces of my white cum that oozed from her vagina. Her tight anus looked delicious and inviting and I wanted to fuck her again as I watched them. I was surprised that my cock was already hard again and the pre-cum was dripping out of the opening and onto my thighs.

Teresa stopped sucking and she moved up and straddled Eric’s hard cock. Taking it in her fingers she directed it between her cunt lips in search for her vagina. She rolled her hips and I watched as Eric’s cock slowly disappeared into her body as they began to fuck. Teresa was like a woman possessed as she rode Eric. Their pleasure mounted and she cried out loudly each time his cock went all the way inside her. It was as if she was finally able to let go of one of her deepest kept secrets. Eric was moaning and massaging her tits as they fucked and I couldn’t help but start playing with her anus with my fingers. In moments Teresa cried-out as loudly and I have ever known her to do as her body began to shudder. Her orgasm was one of the strongest and loudest that I could remember. I watched her as she kept slamming her hips down on Eric’s cock to receive as much pleasure as she could. He groaned loudly as his cock erupted with his cum and filled her cunt so full that it was running down his shaft as they slowed their fucking motions.

After that first time it seemed as if they fucked whenever they got the chance. Sometimes we even had some very intense 3-somes with Eric and me both taking turns fucking Teresa. Yes, sometimes even enjoying DP sex and, more; we really stretched some boundaries.

That’s how it all started.

Several years had passed and whenever he was home from college he and Teresa fucked a lot. After Eric finished college he and his fiancée Natalie got married. Natalie is a pretty, sexy young woman. After a couple of years on their own they had a little financial trouble and they moved into the house with Teresa and me. Both Teresa and I thought that since Eric seemed to be getting sex from Natalie that he wouldn’t be interested in fucking Teresa anymore but that was where we were, pleasantly, very wrong. Soon after he and Natalie moved in we could hear them having sex in their room at night and it always turned Teresa and myself on and we would fuck too. Within the first few days Natalie felt comfortable enough to walk around the house nude like the rest Kale Escort Bayan of us. Natalie had average size tits with small nipples, a very cute ass, and her pussy was shaved except for a small square patch of hair about the size of a postage stamp just above her cunt lips. It seemed like I got hard every time I saw her nude. I remember one time she and I were in the kitchen and I got a very hard erection just being close to her. I saw her glance at it several times but she acted like it was no big deal. That night in bed I told Teresa what had happened in the kitchen earlier and it really turned her on. We fucked each other with hard strokes and deep passion and both had very strong orgasms.

Eric and Natalie had been living in our house for a couple of weeks and things were working out well. It was a warm Saturday afternoon and I’d been out playing golf. When I got home I went through the house and out to the patio where I took off my clothes to take a quick swim in the pool to cool off. I hadn’t seen anybody when I came in but that wasn’t unusual. After a few quick laps in the pool I picked up my clothes and went toward our bedroom. When I got to the door I was stunned by what I saw. Teresa, Natalie and Eric were all nude and on our bed having sex. Natalie was on her back with her legs spread and Teresa was eating her pussy. Eric was fucking Teresa from behind with long, slow strokes into her upturned cunt. When Eric saw me he had a huge smile on his face and he stopped fucking Teresa and he pulled his wet dick out of her vagina. Teresa stopped eating Natalie and smiled at me as she got off the bed and stood next to Eric.

“We have a surprise for you,” Eric said with a smile. “Natalie knows everything about what’s happened here. I’ve been honest with her. She’s known for as long as we’ve been together. That was one of the reasons we were excited about coming here to live with you both. Natalie and Teresa are both alike; they both need, and love, lots of sex and,” he paused as he looked at me, “Natalie wants you to fuck her!”

Natalie was still lying on the bed looking at me with a broad grin on her face. “I thought you might have fucked me that day we were in the kitchen together and you got really hard,” she said with a soft giggle.

“Believe me,” I said with a chuckle, “I wanted to!”

“He actually took it out on me that night and fucked me as hard as he could!” Teresa said with a laugh. Teresa was playing with Eric’s hard cock as we stood there. My cock was hard and throbbing as I realized that in moments I was going to fuck Natalie’s tight body. She still had her legs spread and she reached down and started to finger her clit as she looked at me. I got on the bed and got between her legs and put my hands behind her knees and lifted her legs enough so that her cunt was slightly upturned and ready to accept my hard cock. The swollen head of my cock was less than an inch from the tight opening to her young vagina. I moved my hips just enough so that my cock pressed gently against Escort Kale her labia without going inside her. Natalie’s pussy was wet and slippery with my wife’s juices — deposited from their oral sex moments earlier. I finally pressed my cock into her vaginal opening and felt it travel completely into vagina. I was amazed at how tight her young vagina was as we began to fuck. Natalie’s breath was sweet and innocent and her young breast jolted gently each time I thrust my cock into her cunt.

Teresa sat on the end of the bed and Eric moved in close to her. She took his cock in her mouth and started sucking on it as Eric watched me fucking his wife. Natalie and I were face to face as we fucked. Her cries and whimpering of pleasure filled the bedroom and heightened the erotically charged atmosphere around us. She was so wet that each time my cock pulled out of her vagina a gentle, wet, sucking sound could be heard.

We fucked! Simply enjoying the special act that we were sharing with each other at that moment; it was more incredible than I had imagined it might be. It was strange but I have to admit that it was very erotic just knowing that I was fucking the same hole that Eric fucked Natalie in. I wondered if Eric had fucked his wife before I had come home and if I was actually fucking her vagina that was already full of his cum.

As we fucked Natalie’s breath was rough and labored as she kept whispering, “Fuck me!”

I felt her fingernails pressing into my back as her movements became more frantic and demanding and I knew she was close to having an orgasm. I started fucking her pussy with long strokes as she pressed her nails even harder into my back. Her body tensed and she began to cry out loudly as her body was being taken over by the intensity of her orgasm.

“Oh fuck! I’m coming! She cried out.

“Fuck me harder! Please fuck me harder! She pleaded over and over again.

I began fucking her cunt with hard strokes that slammed into her naked body. The pressure that built in my own body was almost more than I could control. As Natalie’s orgasm suddenly exploded inside her vagina she was sobbing from the intense pleasure of her orgasm. I came immediately after she did. My cock pumped my hot cum into the dark depths of her aroused vagina. Natalie’s body periodically jolted with smaller waves of orgasmic pleasure as we lay together. What I didn’t know until later was that Eric shot a load of cum into Teresa’s mouth when he saw his wife come as I fucked her.

That afternoon together with the four of us went from the afternoon well into the night and the girls definitely drained both Eric and me, more than we’d expected. We both fucked the girls and the girls enjoyed sex with each other as Eric and I watched. At one point in the evening Natalie went to their room and came back with a strap-on and she and Teresa took turns fucking each other with the realistic looking penis.

This was just the beginning and for the four of us and it’s an understatement to say that it really changed our sex life in a lot of ways. We explored new things with other people besides Eric and Natalie and it was wonderful. Teresa and I both agree that it actually taught us more about ourselves and our sexual desires and needs.

It really opened up a new and exciting world for both of us.

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Dylan O Meets Benjamin

*** Dylan O appears in my Mason series. Dana and Ross appear in my Lockie series. This is part of a planned series of spin offs featuring characters from the “In’DaMan’d” Universe.***

Series Order

1. Dylan O Meets Kelvin

2. Dylan O Meets Prince Nadal

3. Dylan O Meets Jordan + Matt

4. Dylan O Meets Benjamin

Dylan looked over the final prints of his photo shoot, he thought he had never looked better, his muscles popped in all the right places. His favorite picture was him leaning in the corner of a boxing ring wearing nothing but blue boxing gloves and a jock strap, his ass looked amazing.

“It was full on bubble butt” He had told all his followers on social media as he teased them all with tidbits of information about his upcoming magazine spread. He placed the photos back in the folder and threw them on his table. Baxter had rang him with the requirements of the shoot rather than call over as he promised.

“He must know that I am angry and he is too chicken shit to meet with me face to face.” Dylan thought as he scrolled through his phone, he quickly deleted Baxter’s text saying ‘well done on the shoot’. He quickly logged on to a dating app and swiped on everyone he liked the look off to come over, he had both adrenaline and anger to work out and needed the relief.

*********************************

“Dylan are you awake, I have some forms for you to sign. Dylan!”

“I am in the bedroom Baxter.” Dylan called, he was sitting on the edge of his bed, his blonde conquest bouncing on his cock. Baxter immediately shielded his eyes and turned away.

“Jesus! Dylan you could have warned me.”

“I don’t like to stop mid flow, don’t be so shy you have seen me do worse things before, I know you’ve watched my clip online more than once. Crystal doesn’t mind if we have a meeting, do you Crystal?”

“My name is Kristen.” The blonde moaned.

“Just be a second you can wait outside.” Dylan said, the veins on his neck popping under the strain. As the bedroom door closed he began to turbo fuck the pussy, once he came he pushed her off and pulled on some loose fitting trousers.

“Thanks Christine, I had a fun time, you can use my shower if you like.”

“The fuck.” She replied shocked.

“I’ll call you sometime or something.”

He could hear her throwing insult after insult as he walked into the living room.

“What the fuck was that all about Dylan?” Baxter asked angrily.

“What and who I do in the privacy of my own room is my business Bax, I just never know when you can be bothered to show up.”

“I was busy yesterday.” Baxter said as he arranged the sheets of paper on the table.

‘You always seem to be busy lately, if I remember correctly you weren’t that busy when I came on board.”

“No need to act childish Dylan, you are still my priority. Now can you please sign these so you can get back to whatever her name is.”

“What are they?”

“Basic stuff really, I have you lined up for a solo scene at “In’DaMan’d” soon and believe it or not I have lined up a fan for you to meet.”

“Now who is being childish, you have lined up a fan for me to dominate, just say it like it is. Tell me more. The price better be worth it, I am not running a charity.”

“The price is very good actually, this guy reached out to Curtis, his father is friends with him and he heard through the fan club that you do these meetings from time to time.”

“And if the price is right.” Interjected Dylan.

“His father doesn’t know that he has been in contact but he is very wealthy and would like you to attend his twenty first birthday party at the weekend. More like a personal appearance but at the end you sleep over with the birthday boy. I told Curtis I would ask you first.”

“Show me his picture, I may charge extra if it’s going to be an appearance.” Dylan held out his hand as Baxter handed him a few photos.

“Are you kidding me, I see this guy in the clubs all the time, he is always trying to join me and my people. Be fun to fuck and chuck him, organise it and I will do it, but add another ten thousand on to the asking price.”

“Excellent, Curtis told me that if you agreed he would owe you one but I didn’t mention it because I know how you hate being backed into a corner. “

“Wow Baxter and all this time I thought you weren’t paying attention. See yourself out I am busy.”

He stood up and pulled down his pants and walked back to the bedroom just as the blonde was leaving.

“You can’t leave now babe, I was just coming back to see you.”

The blonde smiled sheepishly and moved back into the bedroom, Dylan snapped his head around and caught Baxter staring at his ass.

“Leave those papers I will sign them once I get a minute.” He said with a knowing smirk.

After he had managed to get the leggy blonde to leave in as polite a way as he could muster, he sat down at the coffee table and perused the documents that Baxter had left Tekirova Escort for him to sign, he was usually cocky about his career and self imposed star quality but he now knew how quickly it could be taken away. The offers and sponsor ships practically disappeared over night when his first gay porn scene went online. It was that fork in the road that had driven a wedge between him and his agent, one that he was not sure they could ever truly come back from.

He read over the outline of the birthday party offer. Apparently Baxter and Curtis had negotiated terms on his behalf, he made a mental note to ask what was in it for them, he knew that Curtis and the guys father were friends but Baxter wouldn’t involve himself in the dominating side project if it wasn’t beneficial to him. The outline promised that it would play out as if he was just another attendee and was there as a friend, none of the other party goers would be aware of the arrangement.

Dylan looked through the rest of the outline and found it all agreeable, of course he would do what he wanted once he got there but until then he would play along, he found the guys details along with a picture clipped to the sheet where he had to sign. His name was Benjamin and he had a very handsome boy next door type of face and brilliant white teeth, his hair was brown and curly. The picture was of him posing in a kitchen with a red cup in his hands, the dark blue shirt was tight against his muscular body, his legs in the beige shorts on the other hand looked slim.

“Somebody skipped leg day.” Dylan muttered to himself as he signed the form.

*********************************

The next day Baxter rang Dylan to finalize the arrangements for the party, they would both be attending for an hour on request from Benjamin’s father. They would collect him and drive him to the house.

“Gonna look silly with two oldies as my entourage.” Dylan said as he continued to jog on the treadmill, the call had cut off his music and he was ignoring the looks from the other patrons of the gym as he was shouting into the phone.

“We won’t be going in with you, we pull up to the front door and let you get out, then we are going in a few minutes later to have a meeting with his father, then we will be there for the cake cutting, then home. You won’t even see us.”

“What’s in this for you Baxter?”

“This guy’s dad is a potentially very important investor in the studio, the bigger the studio gets the more exposure your clips and movies get so everyone wins.”

“And your cut goes up as well. I think you are lying to me Baxter, when I find out the truth of why you are doing this I just fucking hope I am not going to be pissed.”

He ended the call as Baxter was about to reply.

He looked at the elderly woman beside him who was walking very slowly on the treadmill. She was looking him up and down, a disapproving look on his face.

“Can I help you grandma?” He snapped as he grabbed his towel and threw it over his neck and lowered the resistance on the machine. He mood wasn’t improving so he slipped on some gloves and began to give the punching bag a going over. He just couldn’t understand why Baxter was acting the way he was. If they both just stuck to Dylan’s plan they could be on to a winner but now the water was getting muddy.

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He got dressed in black jean shorts, a wine green singlet covered by a red checkered shirt, the sleeves were cut off exposing his massive guns. He ignored three of Baxter’s “I’m outside waiting!” text messages and poured himself a large vodka, styled his hair and sauntered down to the garage where Baxter was looking at his watch angrily. Curtis had his head resting on the window. Dylan slipped in the back door behind Baxter.

“Really, when is this shit going to stop.” Baxter said as he pulled out quickly.

Dylan just smiled and continued to sip his vodka.

“So how is this going to work, what’s my story for being there.”

“You are my birthday present to Benjamin, he obviously knows what’s going to happen later but his father cannot find out. So the birthday boy acts shocked for a few minutes and then shows you off to his friends and then you go to bed with him. Once he tells his Dad what a great gift you were then the father will come on board with us.”

“Sounds good.”

“Yes this is a real big deal so thank you Dylan. I expect you to see you next week at the studio for your solo scene.”

“I will be there don’t worry, nothing better than being paid to jerk.”

************************************

The driveway was lined with cars so the trio had to walk a bit to get to the front door. They could hear dance music pulsating through the ground and flashing lights illuminated the side of the house.

“Once again after the introductions and some small talk we will leave with Benjamin’s father to discuss business, we will call you tomorrow morning to find out how your night went.” Curtis Tekirova Escort Bayan said as he smoothed his dress shirt before knocking on the door.

“Don’t worry boss I will fill you in on every detail, see Baxter this is what someone showing an interest looks like.” Dylan replied cockily.

Baxter opened his mouth to reply when a brunette woman answered the door.

“Hey,” she muttered not paying attention but when she seen Dylan her face instantly flushed and she turned away from the door with an embarrassed squeal.

The three men looked at each other and walked in.

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In a change of plans Dylan was forced to hang with Curtis and Baxter as they chatted up Ross, Benjamin’ father for a few minutes until he summoned his son to see who had arrived. Benjamin came into the hallway wearing a white shirt that was open, a pink birthday boy sash was draped from his broad shoulders. He had on skinny blue jeans which highlighted his lack of definition. His top half was filled out, overall Dylan didn’t think he looked disproportionate but a shame that he didn’t pay as much attention to his lower half.

He screamed and ran towards Dylan and hugged him and thanked him for coming, he then turned to Curtis and gave him a sly wink. To Dylan the performance was well rehearsed, he had no doubt in his mind that Benjamin wasn’t as innocent and friendly as he was now acting in front of his father.

“Come meet my friends Dylan they are not going to believe that you are here.” His face was red and his curly hair was bouncing as he turned to walk towards the back of the house, he grabbed Dylan’s hand and dragged him. Dylan cast one last look at the three older gentlemen and allowed himself to be pulled into the hall. He had barely turned the corner when Benjamin placed a hand on his chest, stopping him.

“I know I come across as selfish and attention seeking but I can promise you that once we are alone I am all yours. Thank you for coming I have been a big fan for so long.”

Dylan looked him up and down and cocked an eye brow.

“Let’s just get me drunk. Then I will take you when and where I want you.”

Benjamin’s face fell hungrily, he moved in to kiss Dylan. His effort was met with a slap.

“Don’t even think about it birthday boy.” Dylan said as he brushed past him towards the kitchen.

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Dylan knew some of Benjamin’s friends from the night clubs in the city, he had never spoken to them but was not disappointed to find that they were exactly what he thought they were going to be like, stuck up and entitled. Dylan knew he had an ego but he had worked hard to achieve all that he had. His parents weren’t rich so they could never help him out. He took himself to the gym each day, watched what he ate and continued to book gigs, he knew his time was limited so came up with the idea himself to do gay porn. He was proud of himself but being around this group of twenty something’s who seemed to only live for the likes on social media, was pushing him to his limit. A little part of him had regretted accepting this gig but the new, focused Dylan mentally shook himself and decided to turn his negative energy into a positive.

“Hey birthday boy, can I talk to you for a second.?”

Benjamin was talking to the brunette who answered the door and looked up unexpectedly.

“Can it wait? My cake will be out in fifteen minutes.”

“Don’t worry you will be back in time to take selfies, I just have a question to ask you.”

Dylan stood up and walked away, he could hear Benjamin apologizing and his temper flared, it was a far cry from the puppy eyed jerk who pawed him in the hallway when he arrived.

He looked around for an empty room but found lots of Benjamin’s friends squirreled away making out, doing more than drinking, he even stumbled upon two girls having a weepy conversation with each other. He pushed open a door at the far end of the corridor and found a big laundry room, a giant silver washing machine was on the floor while the matching dryer was mounted above it, a dogs water bowl was on the floor near a fridge, the available counters were mounted high with dirty laundry and folded clean clothes.

He turned around as Benjamin entered.

“Close the door and get on your knees. Now is the time you earn me Benjamin.”

“But.. but this wasn’t supposed to happen until the end of the night.” Benjamin stuttered.

“Close the door and get on your knees.” Dylan repeated sternly.

Benjamin looked uncertain for a few seconds but closed the door and sank to his knees slowly. He went to pull off the birthday sash.

“Leave it.” Dylan snapped as he opened the fly on his pants and whipped out his semi hard on.

Benjamin’s eyes sprang open in shock. Dylan grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face into his meat forcefully, he began to rub it all over his mouth and nose.

“Suck it and don’t even think about using your hands.”

“What Escort Tekirova if my friends come in, there is no lock on the door.”

“Then they will see their friend on his knees like a bitch sucking my big dick, no more talking.”

Benjamin parted his lips and licked Dylan’s helmet, his cock jolted, swelling with every touch until it was its usual rock hard seven inches.

The soft lips moved slowly down until his nose was pressed again the base of Dylan’s shaft. Benjamin didn’t cough or choke, he just let out a long deep moan of enjoyment that reverberated through Dylan’s loins. He knew then that Benjamin was going to be a harder nut to crack than, Kelvin, the Prince and Jordan. It was lucky that Dylan was more pissed off than usual and was feeling creative.

He thrust his hips deep into Benjamin’s head and reached down and pinched his nostrils and began to fuck his face. He could feel slobber spilling at the sides of Benjamin’s lips but he didn’t stop pounding him, he looked down and was happy to see that his eyes were streaming and his cheeks had turned pink. The sensation of his helmet hitting the back of his throat sent a shot through all the nerves in his body. He moved back and squatted down, Benjamin stretched out in front of him as he got even deeper into his face, the new angle meant that his head hit the roof of his mouth before finding his warm wet tonsils.

Dylan’s hand snaked down Benjamin’s back and he forced his palm under the tight waistband of his trousers, he was met with a firm ass that was slick with sweat. He roughly hooked his fuck you finger and began to scrape at Benjamin’s shit cunt. He let out a loud moan but didn’t stop sucking. Dylan applied more pressure and soon the anus opening up and admitted his finger all the way to the knuckle. He was tight but Dylan didn’t care he just wanted to make a bitch out of the party boy. He pulled away his finger and smeared it all around Benjamin’s mouth, gathering the spit that was dangling off his chin. He returned his hand to the crack and pushed his finger in easier this time, he began to finger blast him at the same time that he began to thrust his hips in a frantic pace.

He slowed only slightly when Benjamin started to gag. He pulled out of his face and stood up, Benjamin looked a mess, all around his mouth was saturated with thick spittle, his forehead was covered in sweat.

“Turn around.” Dylan commanded as he started to jerk himself off. Benjamin stayed

where he was in a confused state, the push to the side of his head seemed to wake him up.

“On all fours with your ass facing me.”

“I need to get back to the party, my friends will wonder.”

“Don’t worry I don’t think you will last long with what I have in mind. Don’t forget this is just the warm up.”

Benjamin hesitated but once Dylan raised his hand to him he quickly spun around as instructed. His face was inches away from the washing machine.

“Can I move back just a bit?” Benjamin asked.

“No fucking chance, you are exactly where I want you.” Dylan spat as he quickly moved beside him and opened the washing machines front loading door. He grabbed a fistful of Benjamin’s hair and pushed his head inside of the drum. He laughed silently to himself as Benjamin’s complaints reverberated in the confined space. Dylan roughly pulled down Benjamin’s pants until they were tight around his thighs, he spread the muscular ass cheeks and let a big wad of spit dangle from his mouth until it hit the coccyx and slowly snaked down, pooling around the puckered hoop. Dylan spread it around evenly before inserting two fingers, Benjamin began to squirm and continued to moan.

Dylan, without removing his two fingers, moved around to the back of Benjamin again, he reached between the legs and pulled out Benjamin’s six inch pale cock, his foreskin was pulled tight around a shiny red helmet, he began to milk him furiously while continuing to stretch his hole. He almost wanted his friends to walk in and see the sight of their social leader, head in a washing machine getting tugged and finger fucked on all fours in his laundry room.

Dylan would never have thought about jerking a guy off before tonight, but he realized that in order to totally dominate Benjamin he would have to change the script, the actions he had used had worked on the others but wouldn’t make the bitch that he wanted Benjamin to be. He just hated cocky rich kids.

The muscles in both of Dylan’s forearms began to ache as he continued his onslaught, the moans had been downgraded to long deep grunts, the smell of cock and ass both turned Dylan’s stomach and revved him up for the final push. He could feel the cock tense in his hand and Benjamin’s shit hole contract around his fingers as ribbon after ribbon spooled from his cock and landed straight into his underwear that was pulled taught between his thighs. Dylan pulled out his fingers roughly and wiped them on the back of Benjamin’s shirt. He pulled his head out of the washing machine, he truly looked a fucking state, he was breathing rapidly, his face was a bright pink color and his once perfectly tamed hair was now flat and stuck to his sweaty forehead. Dylan looked at him with a superior expression.

Benjamin remained silent and went to pull up his pants. Dylan shook his head menacingly.

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Hello friends, this story is somewhat experimental, and contains M/M sex, M/F sex, femdom, light bondage and dominance and submission. I wasn’t sure where to place it, but since it continues the relationship between Stan, Darren and Connor, I’ve kept it in GM; but in recognition of taking this turn, changed the title. Let me know if this storyline is one you’d want to see more of. Otherwise, I’ll keep it as an experiment.

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Connor props himself up on one elbow and pinches one of Stan’s nipples, making the other boy’s eyes start open.

“Are you gay?”

Stan’s eyes grow wide, his breathing harsh, as his younger lover, Darren, sucks him closer to climax. His legs are bent, his thighs taut, his hips thrusting up into the younger boy’s mouth.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck!”

Connor calmly pinches Stan’s other nipple, hard, and Stan grips Darren’s hair and lets out an ‘ungh’ of pleasure, his face distorted into cum-sweet-agony as he unleashes into Darren’s mouth.

For long moments there’s the sound of Stan moaning and Darren gulping, Stan’s head thrown back as Darren milks him dry.

Then he falls back onto the pillow and lets out a sigh.

“Stan?” says Connor, returning his long fingers to pinch Stan’s other nipple. “I asked you a question.”

Frustrated, Stan slaps his hand away. “Fuck’s sake!”

Darren appears on all fours, holding himself over Stan. “How was that?”

Connor sits up enough to pat Darren’s arse. “Very nice. Go clean up, I need to talk to Stan.”

There’s a flicker in Darren’s eyes that says he’s hurt at being dismissed, but he clambers off the bed and disappears into the bathroom.

Stan gives Connor a long, slow look. “What are you on about?”

Connor’s fingers are back, sliding across Stan’s sweat-defined muscular chest. Avoiding his nipples this time.

“I said, are you gay? I know you made your way through half the women on campus before we met—”

“Before you tied me down and fucked me,” Stan bluntly corrects him, putting his hand over Connor’s, pressing it flat before the other boy finds new ways to torture him, in his post-cum sensitivity.

“And after,” Connor says, his tone measured. “In front of me.”

Stan’s never thought of it that way. The girl he brought back to his room, the cute microbiologist, their shared secrets in the grey early morning.

“That was then. Now, I have two boyfriends, who frankly suck and fuck every drop of cum out of me at every opportunity, and there’s very little left to go around.”

“Not what I asked.” Connor’s indigo ink-dark eyes hold Stan’s hazel gaze. “Are you gay?”

Stan rests his arm against his forehead as he thinks on this, his other hand still pressing Connor’s flat to his chest.

The fact is, he knows damn well he’s not. He looks at women, fantasizes about them, dreams about them. But Stan’s in his heart a loyal guy, and the moment Connor accepted his proposal to formalise their relationship, he stopped pursuing women altogether.

But he still looks. And he still dreams. And on the rare occasion both of his boyfriends give him an hour’s peace, he masturbates.

He glances sideways at Connor. “I don’t cheat.”

Connor examines his face. “I know. Answer the damn question.” His voice loads with command, and for a moment Stan remembers Connor’s ultimately his dominant, by nature, by choice.

“No,” he said. He squeezes Connor’s hand. “I’m not gay. But I am happy.”

Connor tugs his hand free and pushes himself upright. He invites Stan to straddle his lap as he leans back against the headboard.

“If you’re safe, I want you to know that you can. Sleep with women,” he clarifies.

Stan feels Connor’s previously flaccid member stirring against his crack, and reaches back to stroke.

“Does the thought of that turn you on?” he asks.

Connor puts his arms behind his head. “You turn me on. But if you’re bi—” he shrugs.

Stan frowns, but keeps stroking. “Being bi doesn’t mean you want to fuck everything that moves. I have two boyfriends. That’s two more than most of my friends.”

Connor laughs, knowing Stan’s friends are predominantly straight men.

“Besides, I’m not sure I’m even bi,” Stan goes on. “I don’t think about fucking men.”

Connor raises an eyebrow, and Stanton corrects himself. “Except for you and Darren.”

Connor extends one arm from behind his head and teases the hair at Stan’s temple. “You’re a soft thing, aren’t you? Have you ever fucked anyone you haven’t pined for afterwards?”

Stan colours. Connor has an unpleasant way of locating his vulnerabilities, sticking his finger in there and pressing hard.

“Here’s the thing,” Connor goes on. “I’m gay, and so’s Darren. But I’m just not sure about you.”

“Why do you care?” asks Stan. “I don’t cheat.”

Connor shakes his head and there’s affection in his smile. He glances sideways, and Stan follows his gaze and notices Darren standing in the bathroom doorway.

Connor gestures expansively Akçay Escort and puts on a theatrical voice. “All who would win joy, must share it; happiness was born a twin.”

Stan frowns. “What are you on about?”

Connor smiles. “Daren and I would like you to go forth and make sure you embrace all parts of your sexuality.”

Stan glances sideways at Darren. “Is that true?”

Darren comes to stand beside the bed, and Connor reaches out and takes the boy’s hand.

“Tell Stan how much you want him to go find himself a nice girl to fuck.”

Darren glances at Connor, then drops his gaze. “You can do what you want,” he says to Stan. “I don’t mind.”

Stan grabs Darren’s free wrist and pulls him close. “Are you just saying that because Connor wants you to?”

Darren looks up. His blue eyes under his flop of brown hair are sincere. “No. Like he says, I’m gay. I’ve known I was gay since I was seven. But I’ve seen the way you look at girls.”

Stan rolls his eyes. “Do either of you get the concept of being in a monogamous relationship?”

Connor gives him a look. “Monogamous?”

“I don’t need anyone else,” says Stan.

“Well,” says Connor. “We don’t mind. As long as you’re careful.”

“And don’t fall in love,” Darren blurts out. His face instantly goes beet red.

Stan shakes his head. “It’s not going to happen. So this is the last time we have this conversation, yeah?” He gives them both a hard look. “Yeah?”

Darren nods quickly, and Connor lets go of the younger boy’s hand and puts his arm back behind his head.

“Don’t make him that promise, Stanton. We’ve said our piece. Now get out there and live the dream.”

“I’m not a cheat, Connor.”

“I know you’re not. But go fuck a woman for me, would you?”

Disgusted, Stan shakes his head. He gets off the bed and heads for the bathroom. When he comes back out, Darren’s crouched between Connor’s legs, his gaze fixed to his older lover’s as he pleasures him.

Stan pulls on clothes and leaves the dorm room.

*

It’s Friday, and he only has one lecture, one group project session in the afternoon. He gets back to his room and finds it empty. Remembers Connor has his dress rehearsal tonight for the show tomorrow. He texts Darren, ‘Plans tonight?’

It takes ten seconds to get a reply. ‘Connor asked me to be at his dress rehearsal.’

Stan texts Connor. ‘Do you want me there?’

No response. He tosses his phone on the bed and sets about getting changed. If there’s no answer from Connor, there’s a party he’s been invited to, and he’s in the mood to go.

He shaves, fixes his hair in the mirror and dabs on cologne. He throws on a shirt over jeans, pulls a brown leather biker jacket over the top. Shoves a wallet in his back pocket, and then checks his phone.

Nothing.

He texts Darren. ‘Should I be there?’

No response. He realises Darren’s phone must be on mute, or off, so that he doesn’t interrupt the rehearsal. If he’d seen the text, his boyfriend would have answered in seconds. He always does.

Well, he’s not waiting all night. It’s Connor’s rehearsal, and Connor doesn’t want him there. And Stan has another place to be.

*

This party’s off campus, a house party. The invitation’s come from a girl he’s met around campus, Isabelle. She’s blonde, athletic, attractive, smart. His type. He’s seen her checking him out more than once, and he might have been interested. But he was already getting fucked daily by Connor by the time he noticed her looking his way.

He shakes his head. He has two boyfriends. Connor’s not getting his way on this one.

He walks up the steps to the house and heads inside.

“Stanton!” A voice from across the room from a rowdy group of students collected on a couch.

Stan heads towards his friends, and then something catches his eye. A movement. He can’t say why he stops. The house is full of people coming and going, but still, he stalls, as a girl appears on the stairs at the top of the bend.

She’s tall for a girl, slim and androgynous, with a shag of short, straight, dark hair. She’s dressed in a violet purple shirt, black leather pants that mould to her legs, and her hands are pushed into the pockets of a buttoned up black woollen coat that hits her thighs. Her boots are low-heeled—she doesn’t need the height—and reach mid-calf.

She’s still as a cat, her gaze sweeping the crowd. Then she catches sight of Stan staring up at her, and a small smile lifts the corner of her mouth. There’s an intensity in her eyes that stirs him, but he’s not sure why. She reminds him of someone, but he’s not sure who. He’s seen her before, but he’s not sure where.

She starts to descend again, and Stan finds himself walking towards the base of the stairs without realising his feet are moving. She stops a step above him.

“What do we have here?” Her voice is a self-satisfied drawl.

“I’m Stanton,” he says.

“Shae,” she replies. She steps off the final stair Akçay Escort Bayan so they’re only inches from each other. She’s nearly Stan’s height, and her eyes linger on his mouth before moving back to his eyes. He can’t see what colour her eyes are, but they look almost black in this light.

He’s mesmerised, but confused. She’s not his type. Her breasts barely push at her woollen coat, and Stan’s always been a breast man. Nicely shaped breasts and a pretty face. Long hair, preferably blonde, never straight. This girl has short hair. Short, sleek, dark hair, and a lot of it. Glossy dark hair. He can imagine the feel of it between his fingers.

“Do you go to Bristol University?” he asks.

She shakes her head slowly, but offers nothing else.

He has an urge to touch her, and pushes his hands into his pockets instead.

“So, Stanton.” Her wide eyes are unblinking, her eyelashes long and dark. Her lips are painted a matt violet, several shades lighter than her shirt. “Are you here on your own?”

He nods his head, then corrects himself. “My friends are… over there.” He twists and point with a thumb over his shoulder, wonders what his friends are thinking right now as he chats up this enigmatic girl. If that’s what he’s doing.

“You smoke, Stanton?” She pulls a packet from her pocket.

He shakes his head.

“What excuse would work best to get you to come outside with me?”

A grin splits Stan’s face wide. “Just ask.”

They hit the back yard, Shae stepping down to the back garden first. She reaches the bottom of the steps and spins around, walks backwards, facing Stan.

“So, Stanton, who came here alone; do you have a girlfriend?”

She stops moving, and Stan comes to a halt in front of her. Does he have a girlfriend. He suddenly remembers his angry assurance to Darren and Connor that he doesn’t need women.

“What?” she asks. “Are you not sure?”

Stan sighs. He’s a man of his word, and that word is fidelity, even if it’s just to prove Connor wrong.

Shae steps in, covers that last inch between them. She takes her hands from her pockets and places her palms either side of Stan’s head. “I want to kiss you.”

Stan’s mouth drops open as if his jaw’s unhinged, leaving his lips softly parted. He’s never met a girl like this before.

Shae smiles. “I’m not going to, unless you say yes.”

Stan wants to say yes. Knows he should say no. That the conversation he should have first is too complicated to be had right now, in this instant—

“Yes,” he says.

Shae kisses him. His hands rise to her waist, and he finds she has one under the square cut of her clothes, her body firm under his hands.

Her lips as she kisses him are so soft, he could kiss her all night. Her mouth tastes of rainwater, and her skin has a soft scent he can’t describe. Hadn’t realised he missed.

Her hands drop to his shoulders as they explore each other’s mouths, and then she tilts her head and leans in to kiss his neck, kissing a line up to his earlobe.

“Who are you?” he asks, kissing her hair, her forehead, her cheek, whichever part of her’s near her mouth, as she teases him with soft, insistent kisses.

“Your new girlfriend.”

*

Stan’s dorm room will be empty at least until midnight, and it’s only nine now. He unlocks the door with Shae in tow, and lets them inside. He switches on a bedside lamp and turns back to find she’s slid off her coat. She hangs it over Connor’s computer chair and walks around his room, taking it in.

“Who keeps this place tidy?” she asks.

“Me,” says Stan. “Not that Connor makes much of a mess.” He sits on his bed and leans back on his elbows. “You want to watch a movie?”

He has to ask. It’s not polite to assume.

She steps up to him and he moves his legs apart so she can stand between them.

“Do you want to watch a movie?”

He looks up at her. “I’m easy.”

She moves in and pushes him back onto the bed, crawling on top of him. “Well, we know that.”

She lowers her head to kiss him, and he slides his hands up under her shirt, finding soft, smooth skin, and the gentle curve of her hips, running his hands up, up, and finding breasts that fit his palms, trapped under a layer of satin.

She breaks the kiss as he strokes her breasts, running his thumbs into the cups of her bra to tease her nipples.

“I’ve got a confession to make,” she says, her hair falling over her eyes. In the light from the lamp, Stan thinks her eyes might be dark blue, but it’s hard to tell. “You know my brother.”

She runs a finger down his chest, sliding a fingertip between the buttons of his shirt.

“You know him very, very well.”

Cold freezes Stan’s internal organs, and his half-hard erection withers. He pushes her gently off him and she’s on her feet again, takes a step back with a smile he knows only too well.

“Connor has a sister?” He chokes on the words.

She watches him calmly. “You’re not the fastest on the uptake, Escort Akçay are you, Stan?”

“What the hell is this?”

He gets to his feet, feeling tricked and trapped, and skirts around her. He spins back to her.

“Did he set this up?”

Thinking, of course he did. There’s no such thing as coincidence when it comes to Connor.

Shae gives him a long look, and her eyes are the same colour as her brother’s, her hair the same thick darkness, but straighter. Perhaps she straightens it. She has her brother’s straight nose, his full lips; but where Connor’s cheekbones are hard, the angles of his face brutal, Shae’s cheekbones are high and rouged by the cold, her jaw line running down to the soft point of her chin.

“He told me about you, Stan. Said you’re very handsome,” she smiles, “And very sweet. And that you might be missing female company.”

Stan shrugs angrily, paces the room. “So I’m some kind of charity fuck?”

Shae steps in front of him and puts a hand against his chest. “Oh no. No. Do I look like someone who fucks for charity?”

Stan swallows hard. No, she looks like Connor’s sister.

She runs her hand down his chest, her fingers light against the fabric of his shirt, then drops her hand to her side again.

“He told me you have a… submissive streak. I happen to like that in a man.”

Stan gives her a look of incredulity. “Connor should keep his mouth shut.”

Shae gives him an amused look. “Would you say that to his face?”

The anger rising in Stan falls away again just as sharply.

Shae steps in closer. “Ask me to leave, Stan. Or… well. You know how it goes.”

He swallows. Her scent’s in his nostrils, her magnetism vibrating like her brother’s but softer, like her features, a live current waiting for him to throw the switch.

“Well?” she says. Her smile mirrors her brother’s. A smile a cat would give a bird trapped under its paw, a bird too weak to struggle any longer.

Stan can’t believe he’s doing this. But he’s doing this.

“Red?” he asks, and his pulse stamps a tango against the side of his throat.

She nods. “If that’s what you’re used to.”

Fear squeezes Stan’s gut, but he’s never felt so alive. As with the first moment he confessed his fantasy of being fucked by a man to his roommate, he senses he’s about to rip open the seal on another part of himself.

Shae takes hold of the lapels of Stan’s jacket and pulls him against her, and he puts his hands against the slight flare of her waist and kisses her.

Her lips whisper against his.

“In a minute, you’re going to strip for me. Then I’m going to do things to your body that please me. From what I’ve heard, they’ll please you too. At any point, you can use ‘red’.” Her tone grows harder. “Do not get physical with me. You’ve got twenty kilos on me, and I don’t want to get hurt. You use ‘red’. Understand?”

Stan, his hands still on her waist, breathes, “What are you going to do to me?”

Her gaze is unwavering. “Stay green and find out.”

She gives him a few moments to be sure it’s what he wants, then steps back.

“Strip.” Her voice is hard. There’s a dark glitter in her eyes that Stanton knows all too well, and for a moment he sees Connor standing in front of him. Lighter, inches shorter, but she holds herself the same way. Her feet are set a shoulder-width apart, her arms loose at her sides, her fingers pressed against her thighs.

He pulls off his jacket and hangs it up, then unbuttons his shirt while she waits. Her eyes are hungry as he sheds his shirt and drops it onto his chair. He puts his hands to his belt, slides it out and coils it, drops it on the chair.

Shae’s eyes run over his chest, dropping to the bulge in his jeans as he undoes his fly and pushes down his jeans and briefs to reveal himself.

“Good boy,” she says, and the tip of her tongue wets her upper lip.

Stan kicks his jeans away and stands there, waiting for her reaction to what she sees.

“Things you need to know. There are things I won’t do. I won’t cut you down, Stan, and I’m not going to hurt you. But you’re mine tonight. You understand?”

Stan nods.

Shae walks around him, trailing a finger over his hard stomach, then from his left shoulder to his wrist, her touch raising the hair on both his arms. She traces the bunch of muscle at his waist, then draws a line with her fingertip across his lower back, making his shoulders roll back, raising the hair on the back of his neck.

She stops behind him and spreads her fingers, running both hands down his back, following down to the curves of his buttocks.

Then her fingers trail against him again, running down his right arm to his wrist, where she pauses and takes his hand. She kisses his bicep and gives him a dark smile, but Stan knows better than to respond. His gaze slides back to fix in front of him.

He can see her grin grow, out of the corner of his eye.

“He’s got you well, trained.”

She lets go of his hand, and comes to stand in front of him, running the back of her knuckles down the centre of his chest, down, down to wrap fingers around him. Stan’s leg jerks, an involuntary twitch at the heat of her hand.

“Are you going to be good for me, Stanton?”

“Yes,” he breathes. “Tell me what you want.”

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Matthew stares at the number, as if it is an etching of what is to come. Eight. Room Eight, just like Blake told him. Matt gets sweaty just thinking of what is going to be said, and how Blake is going to react. What if it is just a thanks again reaction and then the door closes in his face. That would not let him sleep easy. But what if he… doesn’t close the door on him. Oh, the possibilities, all flashing through his head while Matt is still looking at the plastic eight on the door.

He knocks three times. Nervous and shy, Matt looks down to the right when the door begins to open. Noticing that Blake is already in pajama bottoms, he gestures the bottle of body wash and two-in-one.

“Thank you for letting me use them, it was very…” Matt is interrupted by Blake.

“Get in here, before you get us both kicked out!” Blake looks down at Matt’s legs.

Matt realizes that the towel is around his head and not his waist, his mind being too preoccupied about what happened before. Once again, he never had to worry about stupid stuff like privacy out in the country. And with that knowledge, he pulls the towel from his head and covers his crotch. Also in that motion he comes inside the motel room. Blake closes the door.

“Want some pants?” Blake says as he releases a crooked and sarcastic, yet adorable, smile.

“Yes, please.” Matt says softly as he reddens for the third time tonight.

“One moment.” Blake walks into the bedroom.

Matt looks around. Their rooms were the same, ugly end tables and horizontal shades on the windows. He guessed it was ok for a couple nights, but definitely no place to live enjoyably. Blake returns with a pair of blue and green flannel pajamas. Blake’s being red and orange flannel, they matched.

“Here ya go.” Matt’s hand brushes Blake’s as he hands him the pants. Matt smiles, a sign of intention. Blake flutters his eyes and smiles as a means of telling him the flirt was accepted.

Blake turns towards the couch, and Matt Dokuma Escort puts his right leg into the pants. Blake sits; Matt puts his left leg in and pulls the waist band a little below the waist.

“So, why did you run so quickly out of the shower, after… giving me the soap?”

Matt sits on the other end of the couch, facing Blake. “I didn’t want to do anything I would regret.”

Matt seems shocked by the answer. “what do you mean?”

“I don’t do one night stands.” There seem to be a little aggression in the last part of the sentence. Matthew notices it, but doesn’t know why there would be, something personal presumably.

“I can respect that… is there a reason why?” Matt tries to be gentle as the subject seemed to upset Blake.

“I… I don’t know. I… Okay. I… I really liked this guy I met in a local club, he seemed nice, and was definitely handsome. We talked for hours about what ever came to mind, we laughed and joked and then began to get physical. The next morning he was gone, and I only had a first name and no number. I fell for the guy, and I was just a trick.”

“Wow, that must have hurt, to let someone in like that and then them just walk out.”

“It did.” Blake, who has been nothing but giddy and playful looks down in sadness.

“Well, what qualities did he have?” Matt asks sincerely.

“He was a good listener, didn’t say to much other than how he felt, and was pretty nice on the eyes… Kinda like you.” Blake looks up and smiles cheaply.

Matt smiles with an eye flutter. “Well then, what kind of things did you tell this other me?”

“Almost everything. My family, my coming out, my plans for work after college, everything.” Blake looks down again.

“Well then,” Matt moves right next to Blake and puts his hand on his leg. “tell me.”

Blake and Matt talk for what seems like hours, laughing and even crying. Matt forces himself up ready to go back to his room and get some sleep, Dokuma Escort Bayan knowing that it would not be nice to try to do anything with this guy who has been emotionally hurt.

“Well, I guess I’ll…” Blake interrupted Matt again.

“You can stay here for the night, if you wanna.”

Shocked at what was said, he thinks as to what extent Blake meant that offer. Sexually or not.

“Well, there is only one bed, and…” excuses fall

“We can share the bed.” Blake says.

There was no hidden agenda in the tone of which he said the words, he didn’t say it as if he planned for a night of roaming free around the bedroom. He only meant it as a sharing of the bed, which was unusual.

“Okay.” Matt thinking of how he is going to keep his hands off of that delicious body all night long and how he may not even sleep or sex out of this.

Matt followed Blake into the bedroom, still thinking about the rest of Blake’s body, Matt follows Blake’s lead and gets underneath the blanket. Blake turns the lamp off.

They both lay there, looking up at the ceiling, waiting for one another to move. Minutes go by and nothing, finally Matt moves onto his side facing Blake.

“would you mind if I take my pants off, I sleep in the nude?”

“No, I was about to ask you the same thing. I guess it’s a country thing.” They both laugh trying to relieve the awkwardness.

After they both stare at the ceiling a little bit longer, Blake breaks the silence.

“Do you mind if I lay on my side, I cant sleep on my back.”

“It’s your bed, do what you want.” Matt chuckles as if wondering why Blake asked.

As Blake switches to his side, his knee brushes along Matt’s Thigh.

“oh, Sorry.” Blake said quickly.

“No need to apologize” Matt runs his hand down the middle of Blake’s chest.

Blake looks at matt as if he is instantly turned on and returns the gesture, going all the way down to his bulging rock. Matt Escort Dokuma begins kissing Blake passionately and fervently as Blake strokes Matt’s cock. Enjoying the feeling of Blake’s hand on his cock, Matt returns the favor and caresses Blake’s manhood. Matt stops kissing Blake’s lips, and kisses his way down underneath the covers. Wanting to see the reactions and actions of Matt’s every move, Blake uncovers him as Matt takes in all of the gorgeous meat into his mouth repetitively. This continues as Matt fondles Blake’s scrotum, and then begins to massage his entry point.

“Oh, Matt, I fixin to cum!”

“Get on top of me and cum on my chest!”

Blake does exactly as he is told, and Matt rubs it in.

“So, …” do you mind if I?”

“If you what? Jack off?

“No…” Matt gestures towards Blake’s rear with his eyes, “you’re already on top.”

“Sure, just let me get a rubber real quick.”

Opening the box, getting a condom and opening it wasn’t a difficult task, because the box was already placed on the night stand. Blake did plan for this. Sly dog.

Matt rolled the double sided lubricated condom on his raging cock and pushed Blake towards his piece. Blake slightly sat on Matt’s lap, guiding his penis into his rectum, slowly allowing the cock to enter him. Once half way in, Blake moved his hand and gave control to Matt.

Matt, in sheer ecstasy of the moment, began thrusting his hips, and on the third thrust was all the way in. Matt continued thrusting, bouncing Blake up into the air only to land back down on his rod. Both moaning, deep moans at that, Blake becomes hard again and begins dripping precum.

Wild with the feeling of Matt’s cock in his ass, Blake takes control and begins to increase the rhythm as he masturbates. With Blake in control, the feelings Matt experiences are grand in comparison to any others. Matt feels the tension in his balls, signaling that he is soon to cum.

“I’m gonna cum!” They both yell out as semen fills the condom and explodes onto Matt’s chest.

Tired and worn out, Blake falls to the space next to Matt. Matt throws the used condom on top of the pajamas and lays back down.

Blake moves his arm onto Matt’s chest and leg onto his leg and they both fall asleep. Fantasy alive and lived.

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This is based on true events. You may have seen an abridged version somewhere else on internet. If you’d like to hear how this develops, let me know and I’ll publish more.

*****

I’ve never actually mentioned this to anyone before, but was curious whether anyone had a similar experience.

Sorry I don’t have time to write it out more eloquently.

In case you can’t tell from my username, I’m Italian. I have the huge stereotypical family, but (unusually) I only have two first cousins – Tommaso, a year older than me, and Davide a year younger. As is probably quite common, all three of us grew up vying for the attention of my grandfather, who was essentially Don Corleone. Davide quit this game by the time we were about 5, but Tom and I were basically locked in a lifelong battle (figuratively and, occasionally literally) that started even before that age.

At first, Tom was always the more sporty one, and would bring home trophies and certificates all the time (much to my annoyance). I was always the more intellectual of the two and quite chubby at that age, two traits which our grandfather valued far more, and it was almost as if he knew that he was sowing seeds of jealousy and resentment when on one day I was the favourite, and the next day it was Tom.

The first time I remember this rivalry being vocalised was around age 8, and Tom and I were forced to share a bath together (I think my beleaguered grandmother thought we were puppies or something). One moment we’d be playing, next thing I know Tom is poking at my flab and making fun. Doing so much sport, he already had crazy abs going on. I remember his ‘what are you going to do about it’ look.

I sunk neck deep under the water and kicked him straight in the balls. I remember the flash of pain and shock on his face and we both started kicking at each other wildly until our grandmother came back in, threw down a large beach towel and told us to dry off. As soon as she left the room, I got straight out of the tub and into the towel . Tom was right behind. He tackled me to the ground and tried to yank the towel away, but i wouldn’t let go.

Like two stupid wolf pups we tugged at the towel, dripping all over the place, until eventually it got thrown to the side and we smacked into each other, on the ground, Tom punching with both arms into my flab, me squeezing him around his waist in a bearhug while pulling his hair. The encounter ended with us knocking over a vase and my grandmother running in, shocked.

We didn’t talk about this weird moment again, though competition continued to feature in our daily lives as usual, and occasionally a game would flare up into a light scrap. We would often arm wrestle, which at first I lost but that soon changed. Neither of us admitted it but we both did weights every night to try and get an edge in the arm wrestle – the result was that we both had disproportionately Kalkan Escort large biceps by 15.

As we hit puberty, our bodies both changed – I slimmed out and basically became as you see in my profile. He got a little more stacked. By the time we were 16, we were the same height and weight – 6ft and 75kg and looked pretty much identical. Dark, olive skin – typical Italian boys, basically.

The competition didn’t boil over again in a major way until we were on holiday as a family – every summer we would drive from the UK to Italy, and my cousin and I always had to share a bed en route. The journey would start amicably enough, but a couple of weeks in a confined space with teenage hormones raging is too much for even the best of friends. And on this trip, around age 18 (Tom 19), we certainly weren’t the best of friends.

Tom had just started dating a girl that he knew I really liked. We’d been texting for ages, but he’d got off with her at a party and I’d heard from friends that they’d slept together. He knew that I knew, but it didn’t come to a head until one night, two weeks into the trip, when we were sharing a bed in Ancona. It was seriously hot, about 30 degrees at night, and lying right next to each other was creating even more heat, even in just boxer shorts.

I was feeling seriously pissed off, and decided now was as good a time as any to start some shit. I had to whisper as our families were asleep in the next room.

“Can’t find your own fucking girlfriend?” I whispered in Italian.

There was silence for a moment but i knew he was awake.

“…I guess she preferred a real Marrone [our family name]. Anyway, she’s with me now, nothing you can do about it!” he said testily.

Frustratingly, he was right. I couldn’t start something here, our parents would wake up and open a can of Catholic whoop-ass. But this was too much. I was a ball of testosterone boiling over. I pulled back my arm under the sheets and landed a thwacking punch on Tom’s bicep.

“What the fuck?” he said, but by the glint in his eye I knew he wanted to punch me back.

“Let’s see who’s the real Marrone then,” he challenged. “Who’s stronger?”

And so, silently and tentatively we locked into a sweaty bearhug under the sheets. Our legs got tied up and our foreheads were pressed together, nose-to-nose. In the moonlight I could see his look of hatred and his winces of pain as I tightened my grip. I had been lifting weights secretly and was proud of my bulging biceps, just as big (if not bigger) than Tom’s.

This was more intense than the usual cousin scrap and we were whispering creative obscenities to each other, the bed creaking as we rolled over.

“If you like her so much, you can buy a ticket to watch us fuck!” he spat.

I growled and squeezed harder. “I’ve already fucked her, asshole!” Unlike Kalkan Escort Bayan our previous fights, the thrill inside began to manifest physically. I could feel a tenting in the boxers. I wasn’t sure if Tom noticed, but his cock was pressing into mine as well. I panicked a little, and released the bearhug. Gasping, we rolled away from each other onto opposite sides of the bed.

“Pussy!” he smirked through relief. We both knew that our parents would be going to visit relatives in the afternoon tomorrow, and there’d be time to settle the score then.

We ate a huge breakfast and spent the day on the beach as usual – and then the time came. Our parents drove off mid-afternoon and we went back to the small room. In the backseat of the car, we had already begun a test of strength with our legs in the footwell, pushing against eachother.

As I put the key in the hotel room door, Tom was millimetres behind me. He slapped my ass testily.

“Hurry up, pussy.”

We went in, I slammed the door, and without another word he slapped off my cap and we started to go at it full pelt in our swim shorts. I remember that we were both lean and taut, with the same diamond patch of chest hair. Remarkable really that we weren’t brothers. It was more of a fistfight at first, like wildcats we just laid into each other with the most speed and force we could, unleashing a decade of pent up aggression.

We slammed fists and knees into each other in bursts, and when we stopped we laughed a bit to try and keep the veneer that this was somehow just another casual scrap, but as soon as we locked up the mood was silent and serious. When we finally took it to the ground, it didn’t slow up. There was punching, biting, hair pulling.

We were completely equally matched so resorted to other tactics. Tom slammed me down on my back, and started to choke me with one hand, placing the other over my mouth. I grabbed his throat in return from below, and he spat on my face. I slugged him hard and he released his grip. We both stood up at exactly the same moment and locked into a bearhug. It was so sweaty that it was easy to slip behind and apply what I now know is called a rear naked choke. I jumped on his back and scissored him, and we fell backwards onto the bed.

He clawed at my face and yanked my hair from behind, and after about half a minute he managed to roll us onto the floor and get out of it. Again he was straddling me, and now banging my head against the floor.

“You fight like Trish Stratus!” I yelled. I kneed him in the back and he flew forwards, so he was basically schoolboy pinning me, his swimshorts in my face. He pushed his semi-hard cock into my face, and disgusted, I headbutted him in the balls, and he fell back in pain.

We both took a minute to recover, panting on the floor. It got slower after that. I pulled him up by Escort Kalkan the hair and we stood facing each other. Our bodies had become more defined from the exertion of fighting. I hardly noticed that we both had massive boners pointing straight ahead. Looking Tom in the eye, I slapped his tented shorts, and he did the same to me. The feeling just made me want to beat him more. We stepped forward until we were toe to toe and our shorts were pressing together. I could feel it beating. I didn’t think of this as sexual, just that this was the cock that had potentially been inside the girl I wanted.

I planted two light testy punches on his pecs, and he did the same to me. We assumed a ‘mercy’ test of strength, which neither could win. Eventually we broke and he pushed me onto the bed. He fell on top of me, and on the point of exhaustion we exchanged a few more holds, constantly cock to cock.

It was almost sunset, and totally spent we rolled off each other and lay side by side on the bed. I was still rock hard.

“Good fight,” Tom said, wiping sweat from his face.

I was too out of breath to speak. We just lay there for a while, and then Tom flicked on the TV. It was the Miss Italia contest – which is essentially Miss World but with more nudity. A horny teenager’s dream. We watched for a bit, and then I noticed that Tom was stroking his shorts. I tentatively started doing the same.

As they got to the wet t-shirt contest, we decided fuck it, lost the swim shorts and just went into full whack-off mode. I wasn’t really surprised to see that we were both very similarly endowed, with the same forest of black hair. Tom put his arm around my shoulder, and I did the same to him, and we started furiously jerking off. This went on for about 15 minutes, and I was getting seriously close. As we lay next to each other our legs were pressed together, and we locked them up, melding into one person. In a weird way, I knew that this was the start of another form of combat between us.

Then suddenly, just as my back was starting to arch, he batted my hand away and gripped my shaft tightly, and began wanking me at double speed.

“Now let’s see you become my bitch!” he moaned triumphantly.

I was horrified. I grabbed his cock in turn and yanked it as fast as I possibly could with my left hand. Suddenly it became an endurance test, but it didn’t last long. My toes curling, eyes tightly closed, some strange compulsion just made me jump on top of him and smash our cocks together in the last few seconds. He grabbed my ass and pushed us closer together, and we both held our breath. A few seconds later, I kid you not, we both spewed a river of cum at almost exactly the same time, covering Tom’s abs.

We immediately became quite sheepish and laughed nervously as we quickly got up and jumped into the shower to get rid of the evidence.

After that we went down to dinner with our parents, and didn’t talk about what happened again – until very recently when something else occurred that triggered all these memories.

I realise this is particularly extreme, but wondered if anyone had a similar rivalry, and what your relationship was like now?

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Eliza rolled over and reached for the bedside table. “All right, damn it!” she muttered as she fumbled for the phone which was repeating the silly ringtone which had seemed so cute when she downloaded it, but was now getting on her last nerve. “Hello and this had better be important!” she growled when she finally pried the phone open and tucked it under her ear.

“Whassa matter, E? Somebody wake up on the wrong side of an empty bed?” chirped an irritatingly cheerful voice. “It’s time to get your lovely ass out of the sack and into your shopping clothes, girlfriend. There are clothes to buy and credit cards to abuse. Get it in gear!”

“Damn, Jeanie, what time is it?” demanded Eliza, who was struggling to untangle herself from her covers as she spoke. “Are the stores even open yet?”

“Where has your head been, girl? It’s almost noon, and time’s a’wastin’! All the good stuff’ll be gone by the time you haul your lovely carcass out of that romper room you call a bed,” drawled Jeanie, who was Eliza’s best friend and confidante, having known her since high school. “If you aren’t out of bed by the time I get up there, I’m gonna drag your ass out myself!”

Despite her less than perfect outlook on life this early in the morning, Eliza couldn’t help but grin at her friend’s stubborn Georgia accent, which lingered on despite four years of college at an Ivy League school. “All right, all right. Don’t get your knickers in a knot. I’m up.” she said with a sigh. As she hung the phone up, she surveyed the room around her with a jaundiced eye. “This crap can wait until later,” she decided, “if I get to it at all…”

It had been a long time since Eliza had cared about much of anything; her lack of anything resembling a normal social life had begun to wear her down to a point where housework, or anything resembling normalcy, was pretty much a non-occurrence. If only she had a reason to care…

She tried to remember the last time she had felt like sprucing up for anyone; her last sexual encounters, while exciting, had somehow fizzled out as her work schedule played havoc with her relationship with Kit, the older, but still attractive, building superintendent. They hadn’t exactly fought, but had drifted apart as she was forced to cancel one ‘date’ after the other. Kit’s parting words had stung her to the heart; “Call me when you need your plumbing fixed.” Then he turned and walked away. She had been too proud to beg, and had been too angry to apologize; as a result, it had been several months since she had had an encounter of a sexual nature with anyone other than herself. She had grown quite weary of that, thank you…

As she was sadly remembering, the doorbell buzzed. “Damn, look at the time! Jeanie’s gonna kill me!” she muttered, as she raced to the door to let her friend in before she started to pound at the door and yell.

“Well, I see that Martha Stewart moved out,” was Jeanie’s only comment as she entered the apartment.

“And it’s so good to see you, too,” was Eliza’s curt reply. “You know that I don’t care how the place looks, since nobody but me sees it anyway.”

“And whose fault is that?” inquired Jeanie, archly. “Maybe you are in love with Rosie and her five brothers, but this is ridiculous!”

“Do I pry into your sex life?” countered Eliza, as she rummaged through her bureau for some fresh panties. “Not EVERY swingin’ dick that passes by interests ME,” she insisted. “Especially when all they’re interested in is getting off and getting out. Besides, aren’t you busy enough with your own life without taking care of mine?”

“Oh, but I LIKE taking care of you, darlin’; whatever would I do in the big city without the girl who knows all my secrets?” giggled Jeanie. “Even the ones we don’t talk about,” she added, taking a playful swat at Eliza’s bare bottom as she walked past.

“Be careful what you start with me, girl,” Eliza warned, still looking for something to wear.

“Oh, I’ll be careful, all right,” said Jeanie, as she reached out and grabbed Eliza’s ass with both hands and gave it a big kiss. “I’m always careful!”

With that, Eliza whirled around and pushed Jeanie backwards. Jeanie Beldibi Escort stumbled over Eliza’s wadded-up jeans on the floor, and fell backwards, knocking her head on the footboard of the big sleigh bed. “OW! SHIT!” she said as she fell to the floor, clutching the back of her head in both hands.

“Oh, God, I’m sorry, Jeanie!” Eliza cried, rushing to her friend and cradling her head against her chest as she kneeled beside her. “I didn’t mean to do that!”

“Oooohhh,” moaned Jeanie, as she lay limp in Eliza’s arms. Eliza tried to feel around the back of her friend’s head, with the result that her still-impressive breasts were virtually forced into Jeanie’s face. “MMMMMM!” said Jeanie, as she opened her mouth to say something, only to have it filled with one of Eliza’s boobs. Jeanie thought for only a split second, then took advantage of the opportunity to reconstruct one of the pastimes they had shared while in school together, so many years ago. She started to suckle softly at her friend’s breast, amused that the taste was still as she remembered it; warm and slightly tart, with the remnants of her perfume still lingering from last night.

“What the hell—you’re not hurt!” said Eliza. As she tried to pull away, Jeanie held her close and said, “What are you afraid of, dearie; that we’ll be interrupted? We have all day to go shopping: besides, you haven’t gotten dressed yet, and it’d be a shame to waste such a beautiful opportunity!” With that, Jeanie reached up and drew Eliza’s head down to her face to kiss her with a passion suddenly remembered after so long. “Oh. God, you’re so sweet!” she murmured, as Eliza began to respond to her friend’s passion.

Suddenly, all the pent-up frustration in Eliza’s life swept through her, and she picked her friend up and placed her on the bed, pausing only long enough to sweep the tousled bedclothes aside. As she started to remove Jeanie’s blouse, Jeanie stopped her and said, “I’ll do this…little buttons,” and began to unbutton a surprisingly large number of tiny buttons holding the blouse closed. As she did this, Eliza transferred her attention to Jeanie’s blue jeans, which, as was usual with her friend, were nearly skin-tight, and required a bit of tugging to get over her hips and down her legs. Eliza then had to stop to remove Jeanie’s sandals so she could pull the pants over her feet.

“God, how do you walk in these?” Eliza panted, as she finally got the jeans to come off. “Doesn’t that chafe?”

“Not if I powder my thighs, first,” was the reply. “But it’s worth it to see the double-takes on the street.”

Eliza giggled as she remembered the trip when they had bought those jeans…

Two years prior…

“What’s the hurry, Jeanie?” panted Eliza as she tried to keep up with her friend, who was expertly weaving around the clothing displays like a running back on a mission. Eliza shook her head in exasperation; when it came to shopping, Jeanie was major league. When she got a target in her sights, she was unstoppable. “Are you after something in particular, or anything that moves too slowly to escape?”

“Skinny jeans!” Jeanie crowed. “Gotta have some skinny jeans…got a date tonight with a hottie, and need all the tools I can get my hands on. This hunt WILL be successful!”

“Hunt? You sound like a predator,” muttered Eliza. “How important can one date be?”

“You haven’t seen this one,” chuckled Jeanie with an evil leer. “And, come to think of it, I don’t think I am going to let you in the near future; I need a chance to land this big boy without you distracting him.”

“What do you mean, distracting him?” asked Eliza. “Just look at you; how in the world could I distract anyone within sight of you?”

“Oh, you have your ways…remember Larry? He took one look at you, and I might as well have been a side of beef. He practically tripped over his tongue.”

Eliza laughed at the memory. “Well, he certainly had nothing ELSE to trip over,” and held up her thumb and forefinger about two inches apart. “My tongue is longer than his prick.”

“Well, be that as it may, I need a clear field with this one, so give me at least Beldibi Escort Bayan a head start,” pleaded Jeanie.

“No problem; just pulling your chain. Here, aren’t these the kind you’re looking for?” asked Eliza, pointing to a rack of incredibly skinny jeans. “See if they have your size; you know, teensy…”

“Got it!” cried Jeanie. “Now, let’s go see if they fit!”

The girls both crowded into a dressing cubicle, giggling like two schoolgirls. Every time one looked at the other, they burst out laughing again. Finally, Jeanie got the jeans pulled up her legs and struggled to close the front. “Here,” said Eliza, “let me give you a hand.”

“Oohh, that sound delicious,” cooed Jeanie, with a suggestive shake of her hips. “Two hands, if you can spare them…”

Laughing, Eliza deliberately placed both her hands on Jeanie’s slim bottom, and grabbed a double handful of her delightful ass. “Like this?” she asked playfully. “Is this what you want?”

“Silly, I thought you were going to help me into the jeans, not out of them,” giggled Jeanie. “This reminds me of summer camp; you remember?”

“We didn’t do this at summer camp,” said Eliza, pulling Jeanie close and kissing her fiercely on the mouth. “How about them apples?”

Laughing gaily, Jeanie pulled away, and said, “Let’s get these all the way on, first,” indicating the jeans which were still not securely fastened. “I want to see if they are going to close.”

“All right,” Eliza sighed, “if that’s what you really want.”

“Anything else will have to wait until we get back home,” Jeanie said, “unless you want to risk getting caught by security.”

They both giggled at the thought of how to explain that…

Present day…

“Too bad we never got to finish what we started that day,” mused Eliza. “Had it not been for work…but I suppose that I would have had just as much trouble getting you out of these then, too. By the way, you never did tell me how that date went; the one with the hottie.”

Jeanie sighed, with an impressive display of her chest. “He was a disappointment; he would rather nurse than anything else, and I was not in the mood to be anyone’s mother. I suppose I shouldn’t have worried about you or anyone else…” As she remembered, a small tear trickled down her cheek.

“What’s really wrong, dear?” said Eliza, a bit alarmed at her friend’s distress. “He was a long time ago.”

“It’s been a long time, period,” said Jeanie in a small voice. “The longest dry spell I can remember.”

“Oh, hon!” said Eliza, embracing her friend. “We need to do something about that right now!” Pulling her friend into a long, passionate kiss, Eliza slowly lowered herself onto the bed alongside Jeanie. As she slowly stroked her friend’s long chestnut hair, Eliza explored Jeanie’s mouth with her tongue, and was encouraged when Jeanie responded in kind. After a brief tongue-tussle, Eliza broke the torrid kiss and slowly moved down Jeannie’s still-lithe body, pausing every so often to kiss or lick her smooth skin. As she passed Jeanie’s pert breasts, she paused to kiss and suck gently on both nipples, delighting in their instant response, standing at perfect attention like two little soldiers. Encouraged by this, Eliza made her way down Jeanie’s torso until she reached the soft down of Jeanie’s pubic hair that had been neatly shaped into a heart. “This is cute,” she breathed, as she parted the downy hair with her tongue and touched the lips which were opening like an orchid, red and glistening.

“Oooooohhhhh!” moaned Jeanie, as Eliza’s tongue found her clitoris and tickled it gently before her lips closed upon it to suck gently. “My God, you did remember summer camp!” was all that Jeanie could say as the waves of the first orgasm in a long time burst over her. Eliza felt her friend start to quiver, and rode with her relentlessly until she felt Jeanie begin to come down off the high. Then, as Jeanie began to relax, Eliza inserted one, then two fingers in her friend’s pussy, gently stroking her to maintain the level of arousal, not wanting her to come too far down before resuming her climb again.

“Come Escort Beldibi here!” commanded Jeanie, wanting Eliza to kiss her again.

“Not yet,” said Eliza with a smile. “There’s more to come. Just lie still for a moment and close your eyes.” As Jeanie obeyed her friend, Eliza reached under the bed and withdrew a slim phallus with a curious crook at the end that came to a bulb. “All right, you can open your eyes now,” she said with a smile. “I think this will work nicely, don’t you?”

“What IS that?” wondered Jeanie aloud. “That’s the strangest looking dildo I’ve ever seen.”

“It’s called a Feeldoe,” answered Eliza. “It’s designed by women, for women, and is really neat! Let me show you.” With that, Eliza spread her labia and inserted the bulb end into her pussy, adjusting it until the main part of the phallus stuck out from her labia like it was attached. “See? This way we both reap the benefits.” Eliza reached under the base of the Feeldoe and switched it on. A low hum betrayed the vibrator that was built into the toy. “Oooh, you’re going to LOVE this!” said Eliza as she got to her knees on the bed and positioned herself between Jeanie’s open legs. “Just a second while I get some lube,” she said as Jeanie’s eyes were riveted to the sight of a 7 inch cock protruding from the crotch of her lifelong friend, Eliza applied a little lube to the Feeldoe, and then positioned the tip at the entrance to Jeanie’s now soaking wet pussy. “Here we go,” she said as she slowly but steadily pushed the dildo into her friend.

“WOW! That is smooth!” cried Jeanie as she felt the dildo penetrate deep into her canal. “This thing feels real, not plastic. How’d they do that?”

“It’s a special polymer that has an outer coating that feels like skin,” Eliza answered as she slowly began to rock in and out. “These things are expensive, but I think you’ll agree that they are worth every penny! The best thing is, I feel this as much as you do; the end inside me has the vibrator base, so I get the same buzz as well as a rocking motion in and out as I thrust into you. It’s the next best thing to having a real cock.”

“Well, you just keep that up,” said Jeanie as she began the climb back up to her peak of passion. “It’s as good as any cock I’ve ever had, but better, since it’s you and not some rutty man on the other end. OOOOHHHH!!”

With that last word, Jeanie began to come again, this time rocking back and forth on the Feeldoe and clutching her friend’s ass in both hands as she pulled Eliza into her in time with their rhythm. “I’m, I’M, I’M…AAAAHHH!” Jeanie began to come so hard that she couldn’t speak words; just the inarticulate sound of a massive and long-delayed orgasm. Her cries sent Eliza over the edge, as she had been riding the wave of passion as she pumped away at her friend, higher and higher. As both girls cried in delight and overwhelming release, they clutched each other with a need and fervor that took them both by surprise when they could form a conscious thought, much later. For now, however, all they could do was hold each other and shudder as the aftershocks of their gigantic shared orgasm ripped through them again and again. Too soon, though, they subsided into coos of pleasure and panting breath, as the two regained the ability to speak.

“Wow…that was awesome!” said Jeanie, as she looked over at the sweaty body of her best friend. “Why didn’t I know about this earlier?”

“Well, you have been keeping your personal life pretty much a secret lately,” answered Eliza. “It’s been like the world’s biggest secret.”

“Well, what now?” asked Jeanie.

“I suppose the first order of business is a shower for both of us. The shower is big enough for us to share…that’d be fun,” Eliza mused.

“Which one of us is gonna get up to turn on the water?” Jeanie giggled.

“I’ll do it,” answered Eliza. “It’s kind of tricky.” With that, she padded into the bathroom and turned on the shower. “Shit, no hot water, again!” she swore. “I’ll get that stu…wait a minute…this might be fun!” Eliza came out of the shower, still naked as a jaybird, picked up the phone, and said, “Kit, the damned water is screwed up again! Can you come up right now? And, ummm, bring your tool with you!”

She began to laugh as Jeanie looked at her with a puzzled expression. “Don’t worry, you’ll love this. Just stay on the bed for now, and see what comes up…” With that she began to laugh as if she had just told the biggest joke…

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As I lay in my bed slowly beating my meat with images of my girlfriend in my head, I heard a small sound in the hallway. My hand instantly froze as I darted under the covers. The sound in the hallway seemed to be coming from the doorway of my sister Claire’s room. As I listened, it started moving down to the end of the hall. Then I heard a door open. I figured my sister had probably gone to the bathroom. I lay in my bed, waiting for her to go back to sleep before I started whacking off again, but after 10 minutes she still hadn’t come back.

I walked out of my room towards the bathroom, but as I passed my mother’s room (my mom and dad had gotten a divorce 3 years back, and she got full custody of my two sisters and I) I saw that the door was slightly ajar. My mother’s door was never slightly ajar, and it was always locked. As I peeked into the room, expecting to see my mom sleeping, I instead saw Claire kneeling on the bed with her head thrown back.

There were soft moaning sounds coming from her lips, then she arched her back and let out a louder moan. It was then that I saw my mother’s head right under Claire’s pussy. As I realized what was going on, my cock started to rise of its own accord. Within about 3 seconds, I had the biggest hard on I had ever had, and I was getting it from watching my sister and my mom! Not fucking my girlfriend.

As I sat there Ova Escort with my raging hard on my right hand slowly slipped down to my cock and started beating it while Claire lay on the bed with my mom kneeling above her. My mom was moaning quite loudly as she approached her climax. I heard her ever so softly calling Claire’s name. As hear voice slowly began to rise in pitch, her hand shot out to Claire’s clit and she started fingering it! Her hand flew along Claire’s clit as Claire shot her tongue into and out of my mother’s pussy.

This was too much for me, and as I sat there, I felt the cum starting to rise in my cock. I hurried to the bathroom where I jerked myself to a climax thinking about my sister and mom. After I had cleaned myself up with some tissues, I started to walk back to my room, when I realized that my mother’s door was still ajar. I took a quick peek and saw that now my mother was over at her dresser.

She opened the bottom drewr, and pulled out an object that looked like my erect cock. As I realized it was a dildo, I wondered what she was going to do with it, seeing as how it was a strap-on. It was then that I saw my sister come out of her room with what looked to be a bottle of cream.

There was nothing I could do but wait, as she had seen me there at the door. As she came close, she asked my what I was doing. Instead Ova Escort Bayan of answering I just hung my head and slunk back to my room. I lay there contemplating what I had seen, when I heard footsteps in the hall. It sounded like two or three people were walking towards my room. I quickly covered myself and pretended to be asleep. But when the light in my room flicked on, I knew they did not believe me.

I lifted my head to see what was going on, and I saw to my surprise my two sisters standing naked in the doorway, with my mom! They each had a hand between their legs, and a smile upon their face.

As I lay there, too stunned to move my older sister, Kelley cam over to the bed and pounced on me. She shoved her tight pussy in my face and demanded that I eat her out. I slowly darted my tongue up to her and flicked her clit. She allowed a small moan to escape her lips, then started pumping her hips into my face. As she began to pump faster, I realized just how pleasing this must be to her. I had my sister laying there on my face thrusting her hips violently against me, allowing moans of pleasure to escape her mouth, and this was all giving me a raging hard on!

It was as this realization was coming to me that I felt something wet start to slip over my cock. I raised my head a bit, and saw my mother lying on her stomach, sucking Escort Ova my dick! She seemed to be enjoying it too, because she just started going faster, and faster, and faster! It was then that I felt my cock start to puff up, I let my mom know I was going to cum, and she just kept sucking faster!

As I lay there the second before cumming, I felt Kelley’s tight pussy start to throb and she let out a shriek of pleasure! And that was when I came. It was the longest, hardest orgasm I had ever had, and my mother and sister brought it all on!

As I lay there on the bed, trying to catch my breath, Claire came up to me and straddled my hips! Seeing her nicely shaved pussy brought my cock to life again, and she started going at it with a vengeance! For every thrust I made, she was making 3! This really turned me on and I started to thrust faster and harder than I ever had before!

That was when I felt her body start to shake like crazy, with pain! I wondered what was wrong, so I opened my eyes, and there was my mother with her strap on ramming Claire’s ass! And Claire loved it! As I thrust one final time into my sister, I let out a moan of my own to match hers, and then I came. Kelley was there immediately, licking my cum off my dick and from Claire’s pussy!

As my sister finished up her licking, all three girls settled onto my bed and commented that we had to do this again sometime. Then they all gave me a wink, told me how great I was and went off to bed.

As I lay in my bed thinking of all that had happened this night, I slowly drifted off to sleep, and surprise, surprise; I was reliving what I had just done in my dreams.

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I had driven a few blocks away from my girlfriend’s apartment when I realized that I had left my cigarettes on her kitchen table. I really did not feel like driving back through the maze of apartment complex streets to retrieve them and the sky was almost black with an upcoming storm. I didn’t feel driving a mile to a convenience store to get a fresh pack either. I knew of a quick way to her place on foot but didn’t know if I could beat the on coming storm. I made a quick right turn into a nearby strip mall and drove around the store fronts to the rear of the buildings where most of the deliveries are made. The back of her apartment complex adjoined the rear of the strip mall and all I had to do was slip through a break in a chain link fence, run down a steep grassy hill, go between a set of apartment buildings, and would be at her front door. It was dark as twilight even though it was about two in the afternoon but I figured I could get my cigarettes before the rain came pouring down.

I parked my car in front on the break in the fence and got out on the passenger side. I slipped through the break and quickly ran down the steep terrace. I slowed down as I reached level ground and walked between the apartment buildings. I was passing by my girlfriend’s apartment building where curtains were partially open in her bedroom window and the bedroom lights were on. I glanced in the window as I walked by and then ducked down to sneak another look. I didn’t believe what I saw with the first glance but the second peak confirmed it. My girlfriend, Pam, was naked on her bed, on all fours, and her father was fucking her doggy style! I continued peering in the window after I was certain that neither of them were looking in my direction, I was entranced watching her boobs swing back and forth as her father repeatedly smacked his body against hers. Suddenly, the sky opened and torrents of rain fell. As much as I was intrigued, excited, and confused watching Pam and her father, I quietly left and traversed the now wet and muddy terrace back to my car.

Damn! What was that all about? I thought to myself as I got into my car and switched on the ignition. I turned on the wipers and defrosters as I drove out of the strip mall parking lot and onto the street. The rhythm of the wipers seemed to keep time with image of her father’s thrusting hips going through my head. As I drove back to my apartment, I thought occurred to me and things began to make sense.

Pam and I had known each other since junior high school. I got along well together but we never dated. In ninth grade she fell in love with another student who was a sophomore and they were an item throughout high school. He graduated and went into the service. The following year immediately after graduation day, Pam eloped with her boyfriend and settled in Florida where he was stationed. After two years she was back in town where I happened to run into her. She had told me that her husband beat her and fooled around on her and after a couple of years, she left him. We started talking on a regular basis and then began dating. I really enjoyed dating Pam as she was a strikingly attractive blonde that turned heads wherever she went. After seeing her for about two months, I noticed some changes in our relationship. During the week, she was pleasant and very loving but on Saturday mornings she was distant and anxious for me to go.

I found out that her father would visit her every Saturday morning for coffee and donuts. I assumed that she was embarrassed when her father was there and I had spent the night there. At first I stayed and talked with her father, enjoying coffee and cigarettes with him. He really was a very nice person. After awhile I could see that Pam was not happy with me hanging around and socializing with her father. I got the hint and then began to leave before her father arrived and just when he arrived. Surprisingly she was back to normal on Sunday and passionate the rest of the week. Driving in the rain, I made the connection. It wasn’t that she was embarrassed in front of her father that I had spent the night or that she was mad at me talking to her father. She wanted to leave as soon as possible, so she could fuck with her father!

The phone rang at 8:00 am that Sunday morning. It was Pam. She said it was going to be a beautiful day and that we should drive to her favorite winery for lunch. I agreed and she would pick me up in two hours. I went into the kitchen for a quick breakfast and then got ready but all the time I was thinking about Pam and her father. Around 10:00 Pam was knocking at the door and we left. It was a beautiful day with clear skies and mild temperatures. It was about a two hour drive to this small boutique winery where they had a small picnic ground overlooking a valley of vineyards. We chatted and listened to music along the way until we reached the winery.

We went inside, did a wine tasting, and bought one of their wines that we both liked. I returned to Pam’s Cemre Escort car, retrieved a packed lunch she had made, and then we walked to the picnic area with the wine glasses clinking against the wine bottle. We choose a spot and spread out a blanket over dry ground. It seems that it hadn’t rained there as it had in town.

We spent the next hour indulging in the wine, lunch, and the view. Oddly enough, we were the only ones in the picnic area and enjoyed the solitude.

“I can’t believe that we have the whole place to ourselves, especially on a beautiful day like this.” said Pam

“Me either” I replied, “Too nice to be inside or in town. Did your father get caught in the rain yesterday?”

“Oh no” smiled Pam, “He stayed until the rain stopped then went home.”

“By the way, I left my cigarettes at your place.” as I pulled out a pack and proceeded to light one. “I wanted to come back and pick them up but the rain had started.”

“Oh” replied Pam, “I think they are still on the kitchen table. Sorry, I should have brought them.”

“That’s OK” I smiled, “You were busy”

“Well yes” Pam sighed, “I had to pack a lunch for us and still get ready too.”

I wanted to ask her about yesterday and was unsure and nervous about asking, but I had to know. “I started to come back yesterday but the rain wasn’t the only thing that stopped me. I know about you and your father! I saw you two through your bedroom window.”

Pam just stared at me as her face grew red and with trembling hands reached for my cigarettes. She light one and deeply inhaled. With a completely blank look, she exhaled a column of smoke. “So I suppose you think I’m a freak or something”

“Oh no” I said in a consoling manner, “I don’t think badly of you or anything like that. I was kind of turned on watching. What I want to know, is this why you turn so cold towards me on Saturdays when he is there?”

With no expression, Pam refilled her glass and then talking another puff said, “Yes and I really don’t mean to hurt your feelings on those days but………. Perhaps I need to explain this from the beginning and I hope you will understand.” I nodded and motioned for her to continue.

“We were friends in school but I don’t think you know what kind of person I really was in high school. My husband and I meet in ninth grade and I was very in love with him. He turned me into some wild child. We drank, smoked, and made love.. a lot. We use to do it in my mom and dad’s bed when they weren’t home. My mom found out about that after I was married and she was pissed then and still gets pissed about that.” Pam finally smiled for a moment. “Anyway, my parents never did like him and really were mad at me when I eloped with him. The senior year was really tough on me since he was in the service. I dated some guys in school because I was lonely and wanted some attention but when high school ended, I left that world behind. The whole time I was in Florida, my parents never called, wrote, or spoke to me. Which at the time was OK as I was having fun being newly married and exploring a whole new world.”

I refilled our empty glasses and light another cigarette. Pam continued, “After about six months, things changed. He started to stay out late with his buddies, girls would call asking for him, and then he started hitting me. Being in love and maybe just stupid, I hung in there and put up with all that bullshit. But there is only so much you can take and after one bad evening, I decided to leave. He left for the base that next morning and I left a note, packed what I could into our old car, and left for home. I cried all the way to the Florida state line. I didn’t know what I was going to do or if anyone in town, especially my parents would help me. I loved him but was hurt by him and hated him as well. The trip through the mountains was hard on the car’s engine and got a little past Nashville when I literally coasted into a rest stop. The car was dead and now I was frantic. I thought I was so stupid to leave like that and now I was stuck in the middle of nowhere”

“I almost called my husband to help but I dialed my parent’s number. My father answered and I explained everything that went on in Florida. I was crying when I told him I was stuck in Tennessee with almost no money trying to get home. I almost couldn’t believe it when my father told me to stay with the car and he would be there as soon as he would drive to where I was at. After all I did in the last few years that made my parents unhappy, my father was dropping everything to come to my rescue. I felt somewhat better but was very uncomfortable at the rest stop, especially since it was getting dark. I locked myself in the car, flipped the seat as far back as it would go, and tried to get some sleep. It was a very disrupted on and off sleep with all the noise and lights from the interstate and from a general fear of being at the rest stop so long.”

“I bet that was scary” Cemre Escort Bayan I replied in agreement, “You are lucky nothing happened.”

“I know” replied Pam, “Early the next morning, a highway patrol officer stopped by the car asked if I was OK. I felt safer then and told him my father was driving in to help me. It was around nine in the morning when I saw my father’s car pull up next to my car. I was never so happy to see my father. I rushed out to meet him and I must have hugged him for seemed like an hour. I knew that I was going to be OK. My father raised the hood of my car, checked some stuff, and asked me to try to start the engine. I got back in and turned the key in the ignition. The engine cranked once, made a loud bang, and went silently dead. I could see my father shaking his head as he lowered the hood on the car. He said that the car was too far gone to have fixed and he suggested that we move my stuff into his car and drive back home. I asked him what about the old car and he replied that it was in my husband’s name. He would be responsible for anything when the state of Tennessee would eventually tow it away from the rest stop. I smiled and thought it would serve him right to get stuck with some bills.”

“I bet he was pissed when he got some notices from the impound yard” I smiled.

Pam laughed and said, “He called me at my parent’s house a month later and boy, was he pissed. I think the bill was around $900 and growing more daily. I told him it was his car and that he needed to take care of it. I also told him to fuck off and never call me again. Anyway, my father and I took everything from that old car and put it into his car and began the drive back home. It was a long drive and I spent most of the time telling my father my life story in the last two years. He was very sympathetic and I spent a lot time crying on his shoulder. It was getting around four in the afternoon and we were getting tired. It was only a few more hours to arrive at the house but my father had driven all night and it seemed that I had been up all night. We stopped at the next fair sized town and checked into a good motel off the interstate.”

Pam looked at me very sincerely and said, “Now what I tell you next stays between you and me. Only you, my father, and I know the rest.”

I nodded yes and offered Pam another cigarette. Her hands slightly trembled as she grabbed it from my hand. She light the cigarette, finished the rest of her wine in one gulp, and then continued with her story. “We checked into the motel and they had only one room left. There was some car show in town which filled most of the rooms in town. The clerk said we were lucky as he just had a cancellation and could give us that room. We pulled from the car a suitcase of mine and an overnight bag of my father’s and went to the room. To our surprise it had a king bed and not two double beds but it was the only room in town and a very nice one at that. After unpacking a few items, we went to get something to eat. We noticed that neither of us had eaten since the previous day and we were starting to get hungry. We had a nice meal at one of those chain family restaurants and went back to the hotel. Dad went to take a shower while I channel surfed the TV until he was finished. He came out in just a T shirt and briefs and said the bathroom was all mine. I took a few items into the bathroom with me and hopped into the shower. The shower felt so good and warm. I hadn’t taken a shower in almost 3 days and must not have smelled my best. My father was kind enough not to say anything. The shower felt very good and left me very relaxed. I put on a T shirt and panties, dried my hair, put on a little perfume, and walked out of the bathroom.”

“You look so much better” smiled Pam’s father, “You were getting that homeless look about you.”

I laughed and said, “Thanks for making me laugh. This has been the worse experience in my life. I can’t thank you enough for coming to rescue me. I love you Daddy.” Then I stretched out my arms to give my father a hug.

“My father rose from the chair where he was watching the TV and embraced me. We hugged for what seemed a minute as we rocked slightly from side to side. I never noticed until then the excellent shape my father was in for someone in his mid forties. His chest was flat and muscular against me. He whispered that he loved me and how wonderful that perfume was. Then his hands slowly slid down my back and into my panties. His hands fondled each butt cheek and then I felt his cock starting to harden and push against my thigh through his briefs. At first I was surprised as Dad had never done that before and I wasn’t expecting this but I liked what he was doing. I looked up slightly into my father’s eyes and smiled. I suppose I could have stopped it then but I didn’t want him to stop. I hugged him tighter and gave him a kiss. Not a family kiss, but a wet open mouthed passionate kiss”

“Wow” I whispered Escort Cemre as Pam started to smile wickedly, “Then what happened?”

“My father slightly backed away for a second, perhaps coming to his senses and realizing what he was doing. I smiled at my Dad and whispered, “Don’t stop.” He kissed me back and soon our tongues were sliding in each other’s mouth. One of his hands slipped out of my panties and into my T shirt. He began to feel my braless breasts. I didn’t realize it until then that my nipples had become rock hard. I loved his hand caressing each of my breasts and rolling each hard nipple. It felt so good and I made a pleasant “umm” sound. My dad pulled up on the back of my T shirt and I raised my arms, allowing the shirt to flow off my body. I was now almost naked with my father which I hadn’t done that since

I was very little. I almost felt like I was five years old in my daddy’s strong arms only now he was making me feel more pleasure than I had with any other man..”

“Daddy bent over slightly and began to suck on my nipples while massaging each breast with one hand. He had pulled his other hand from my butt and slid along the elastic edge of my panties until his hand was along my stomach. Slowly he moved his hand down into my panties. I trembled slightly as his finger ran between the lips of my pussy. My pussy was very moist and he slipped easily between the lips. Daddy started to explore my pussy as he caressed the inside of each pussy lip, massaged around my pussy hole, then slid his fingers up to concentrate on my clit. While his tongue and lips played with each nipple, his fingers rubbed my clit back and forth in a circular motion. I couldn’t believe my father was making me feel so good as I arched my back and had a small orgasm. After letting out a small pleasant moan, I looked into my father’s eyes as we smiled at each other.”

“I pushed my panties down some and while coaxing them down by moving my legs, I began to run my hands along the sides of my father’s chest. The panties floated to my ankles and I stepped out of them. I kneeled down and took my daddy’s brief by the elastic band pulling them to his ankles. I was shocked. I could tell that my father had a good package from the way he was bulging in his shorts but he was big. I’m not lying, I have never measured him but he is about nine to ten inches! I had never seen a cock that big and he was much bigger than my husband. It seemed like I was just staring at my daddy’s cock for hours, looking and admiring his size. It was just for a few seconds and then I wrapped my hand around his shaft close to his cock head. I was about to put his cock in my mouth when he asked me to stop.”

My daddy said, “Honey, I’m kind of old fashioned and really not into oral sex.” He smiled kindly and asked, “You sure you want to do what I think we are doing to do?”

“I smiled while I stood back up. I hugged him with his hard cock pushing up against my hip then I licked around his ear and whispered, “yes”.

“I moved slightly to one side and placed my chin on his shoulder. My right hand reached down and began to stroke my daddy’s cock. I couldn’t believe how big he was and I had never felt anything like it before but I loved feeling its’ length and hardness. The next thing I knew, my father’s hand was playing with my pussy and soon he had a wet finger moving in and out of me. My hand was wet with daddy’s precum as I stroked him faster and I has moving and grinding my pussy against his fingers. I closed my eyes and groaned as a wave of intense orgasms flowed through me. I came back to reality and slightly backed away from dad. I put my index finger in my mouth and sucked on the salty precum while wickedly smiling at him.”

“Then daddy slightly embraced me and in almost dance like motion, maneuvered around and then on to my back in the middle of that king size bed. Daddy crawled over me as I spread my legs apart. We were staring in each others’ lustful eyes as I felt the head of his cock slip into my wet pussy. Then I had feelings like I never had before. I’m used to a cock going in so far but this time it seemed to be no end to his cock going in me. It felt like it would go up to my stomach but it felt so wonderful. Dad started to pump his cock in me and usually I can feel the head move in and out of my pussy but this time it was a big smooth shaft pumping in me. It felt like a giant boa constrictor was moving all over my pussy. It felt so good and I really started to breathe hard and sweat started to drip from my body. Then dad lifted my ankles on to my shoulders and he pumped me faster and deeper than I have ever been fucked before.”

I moaning and screaming in orgasm as I heard my daddy whisper, “I love you baby”. Then he moaned and a flood of warm cum shot into me. My father lowered his head in pleasure as his pumping slowed and eventually his soft but still long cock slid out. We lay next to each other with my daddy’s head resting on my breasts. I was softly stroking the hair on his head as I enjoyed the lingering orgasms going through my head. Funny in times like this you think of things but I thought it wild that the same cum that made me was now in me. We both drifted into sleep and didn’t wake up until about nine the next morning.”

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This story is about Debbie, a 48 year old woman who had for several years taken care of her kid sister Diane’s boy Billy for extended periods of time since Diane had been killed in an auto accident a few years ago.

Billy was a very timid boy who had just graduated from high school and would be heading to college in the fall, and this would likely be the 18 year old’s last long visit to her house. It would turn out to be the most fascinating of them all.

———–

Behind the blinds…

Debbie Tower put the last clothes pin on the bedsheet and stood back as a gust of wind made the sheet billow toward her. Debbie wiped the sweat off her brow with the back of her hand, a reflection of a warm morning that promised to be the start of an even hotter day, and as she did her eyes traveled to the guest bedroom, where a raised slat in the blinds suddenly dropped back down.

Billy. Her nephew certainly did like to keep an eye on her, Debbie thought as she went over to the picnic table to grab another sheet to hang on the line. Even though she had a perfectly good clothes dryer, there was nothing so fresh smelling as laundry hung outside to dry in the breeze, especially bedding.

Realizing she needed more clothes pins, Debbie went back into the house for some more. While she was at it, Debbie figured she might as well look in at Billy, and maybe get him out of the house to enjoy the beautiful weather. He was such a meek and pale little guy, and always seemed to be studying. More to life than that, Debbie said to herself, as she headed down the hall to Billy’s room.

What you can see in a matter of seconds…

Debbie would ponder that afterward – that matter of seconds from the time her hand turned the doorknob, and it seemed like so much longer in retrospect. Her hand turned the doorknob and the door swung open, and Debbie was about to say something to the effect of, “Why don’t you come outside and get some fresh air, Billy?”, when she saw him.

They both said “OMIGOD!” a second later, but not before Debbie saw her nephew Billy at the window. His left hand was lifting a slat of the blinds, and Billy was peeking out – looking for something or someone. Billy still had his pajamas on, but the bottoms were down around his ankles. His little dimpled bottom was fully exposed, as were his skinny, almost hairless legs.

It was what his right hand was doing that commanded Debbie’s attention, and while she could not see what he was doing, by the way his hand was moving there was no doubt what Billy was doing.

“Omigod!” they had both said simultaneously, and while Billy scrambled to pull up his pajamas, sending the blinds flying wildly as he did, Debbie blurted out an apology and closed the door behind her.

Debbie fell back against the wall in the hallway as she struggled to keep from falling over from the shock of what she had seen. While Debbie never had children of her own, she was certainly aware that they had urges, just like she did.

Debbie had not expected Billy to be so… obvious about it, just standing there in broad daylight. And why was he looking out the window? There was no doubt about the answer to that – Billy had been looking at her while he had been masturbating!

Finally able to get to the kitchen, Debbie made herself another cup of coffee as she tried to sort things out in her mind, and it was almost an hour until she was able to go back outside to finish hanging up the laundry. This time, the blinds did not move, and the reason Debbie knew that was because she had one eye on Billy’s window every minute.

A afternoon spent alone…

Debbie did not have lunch that day, and Billy stayed in his room save for one brief visit to the bathroom. Debbie made dinner at the usual time, and finally worked up the courage to go down to Billy’s room to tell him that it was ready.

Debbie knocked this time, something she realized she should have done earlier, but when she announced cheerfully that dinner was ready, Billy said that he wasn’t hungry.

After Debbie ate without much gusto, washing down a pork chop with a couple of glasses of wine, she went in to take a shower before turning in.

The warm spray felt refreshing as Debbie stood and let it rinse off the day before reaching for the soap. Debbie’s thoughts turned to Billy, as they had virtually all day. How embarrassed he must feel, having been caught like that. The fact that he had been watching her while he was doing it – the thought that had been so troubling to Debbie earlier had turned into something altogether different as the day went on. Something troubling.

Even now as Debbie’s mind wandered, she realized that her hands had been busy scrubbing between her legs for an awfully long time, giving her a warm feeling that made her feel ashamed of herself.

How could an 18 year old boy find her still attractive? While she was certainly attractive enough for a woman of 48, her body had long since given away the fact that she was no teenager.

Debbie’s Altınova Escort hands went to her breasts, soaping her large and still firm melons, and the fat pegs of her nipples came alive under her touch. How long had it been since a man had done this to her, Debbie thought before suddenly coming out of her daze and rinsing herself off.

“Must be the wine,” Debbie mumbled as she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel from the cabinet.

A strange choice of clothing…

Back in her bedroom, Debbie slipped on a nightie that she hadn’t worn in years, a sleeveless frilly pink one that came down to her knees. Debbie was surprised that it still fit, although it was a trifle snug in the chest, and that made her nipples even more prominent.

Heading down the hall to the kitchen, Debbie caught a look at herself in the mirror and was shocked. Not about how she looked, which she admitted to herself was pretty good, but the rather provocative attire she was wearing. A rather strange choice of clothing considering what had gone on here today, Debbie thought.

What if Billy came out and saw her dressed like this? That thought also went through Debbie’s mind as she poured the remains of the bottle of wine into her glass and downed it.

This couldn’t be allowed to fester in Billy’s mind. That was the other thought that went through Debbie’s mind as she headed down the hall toward Billy’s room. She had to tell him that it was alright, and that she was wrong to have just walked in on him.

It was my fault…

“Billy, can I come in for a second?” Debbie asked through the door after knocking gently a couple times.

“Yes Aunt Debbie,” was the reply from Billy, in a quivering voice.

The light was on beside Billy’s bed, and he was under the sheet with a book beside him. Debbie put on a brave little smile as she walked over to the bed, and when she saw Billy’s eyes widen as she came closer, it hit her just how inappropriate this nightgown was to wear.

Debbie sat on the edge of the bed as Billy got up on his elbows, and Debbie wished she had put a robe on, because Billy’s eyes were fixed on her chest.

“I wasn’t doing anything – just reading,” Billy said, reaching up to brush her light brown hair from his eyes.

“I know honey,” Debbie said. “About today. I just wanted to apologize about coming in here like I did. It was very wrong.”

“I’m sorry too,” Billy said. “Did you – see what I was doing?”

“No, not really, but I have an idea,” Debbie admitted. “I have to remember that you aren’t a little boy any more. You’re eighteen, and you’re a man, and men have urges the same as women.”

“I couldn’t help myself,” Billy said, his face now a deep crimson. “Whenever I’m around you I always get – excited.”

“You do?” Debbie asked. “Why?”

“You’re so pretty, and you look a lot like Mom does – did,” Billy corrected himself. “I do that a lot. What I was doing, I mean. Even when I’m not here and I’m at home. I think about you and I look at pictures of you.”

“I never had children, but I know it’s a natural thing for boys to do,” Debbie said. “I’m sure that you have a lot of girlfriends too, because you’re such a handsome young boy.”

“Nobody wants to go out with a nurd. I mean, I had a girlfriend once, but she broke up with me,” Billy said.

“That’s too bad, but there’s plenty of other girls out there,” Debbie assured him.

“My friend Jeff said that I would have trouble finding girls because I’m so little,” Billy said abruptly.

“That’s silly,” Debbie said. “You must be what? 5’7″ or so? That’s not so small.”

“I don’t mean that,” Billy mumbled. “You know what I mean. You must have seen me this afternoon.”

“Oh,” Debbie said softly, suddenly realizing exactly what Billy was referring to. “No, I didn’t see your private parts,” neglecting to add that in the darkest recesses of her mind she had imagined them.

He can’t even get his hand around his…

“How does this Jeff know about this?” Debbie inquired.

“He told me that Kimmie broke up with me because my dick was so small,” Billy blurted out.

“Did this Kimmie say that to you?” Debbie said. “Did you two have – relations?”

“No, but one night she did – you know, to me.”

“What did she do honey?”

“She – masturbated me.”

“But she didn’t say anything bad to you, did she?” Debbie asked.

“No, but she broke up with me after that, and Jeff said it was probably because I have a little one. I really liked Kimmie, because she’s so cute and crazy. Other kids say that she likes girls too!”

“What makes this Jeff such an expert?” Debbie asked.

“He has lots of girlfriends because he plays football, and his – thing is so fat he can’t even get his hand around it.”

“Is that what he tells you?” Debbie asked. “Sometimes boys can exaggerate, you know.”

“No, I saw it,” Billy said. “One time we were hanging around with nothing to do and we decided to – you know, and I saw Altınova Escort Bayan it.”

“Most girls don’t care about things like that,” Debbie said. “They just want to find a boy they like.”

“You mean that wouldn’t matter to you if a guy had a little one? Did Uncle Ted have…”

“No, your Uncle Ted was quite large,” Debbie admitted, recalling her ex with disgust. “He also wasn’t very nice either. He made me do very bad things, and when I refused he would hurt me.”

“Is that why we never see Uncle Ted anymore?” Billy asked innocently.

A shiver ran down Debbie’s spine as she nodded, remembering the times she was forced to subnit to other men – and women, while he eagerly watched from her side.

“Good. I hate him,” Billy said. “Anybody that would hurt you is a loser.”

Under the sheet…

Debbie was trying not to look anywhere but Billy’s eyes, but when she glanced down and saw the sheet tenting upward, Debbie felt her face flush. From embarrassment, she thought. Maybe.

Billy saw where his Aunt Debbie’s eyes went, and he blushed when their eyes met again.

“I’m sorry,” Billy said. “It’s just that I’ve never seen you dressed like this, and I can’t help myself. It’s sort of like my imagination coming to life in front of me. You usually dress so conservatively that I had no idea how big your breasts really are.”

“This was wrong to come in here like this,” Debbie said, and started to get up.

“Please don’t go!” Billy begged as he reached up and grabbed Debbie’s wrist, and Debbie eased back down, although certainly not from the force of Billy’s hold.

“Aunt Debbie, I don’t want to hate me, but I want to ask you a favor.”

“Billy, I could never hate you,” Debbie answered. “I love you with all my heart and always will no matter what. You’re like a son to me, and I would do anything for you.”

“Can I look at you while I – you know?”

Billy looked at his Aunt Debbie with such sadness and longing that she didn’t know what to do or say. She didn’t say no when she saw Billy’s hand slide under the sheet and work the way down his body.

“Never saw you without a bra before, Aunt Debbie,” Billy said. “Your breasts are even bigger than I had imagined. Your nipples look really big too.”

Debbie heard Billy talking but was hypnotized by the gentle movement of the sheet, as Billy had taken himself in hand and had begun stroking himself while he spoke.

“42DD,” Billy continued. “I’ve looked at your bras in the laundry hamper. That’s really big. Whole lot bigger than Kimmie’s.”

“Did – did you touch her breasts?” Debbie heard herself say.

“Yes. They were little – sorta like tennis balls,” Billy said. “Nothing like yours.”

“Girls… they’re like boys,” Debbie said softly. “All different sizes and shapes. Doesn’t really matter.”

“When you took a shower, did you shave under your arms, Aunt Debbie?” Billy asked. “I think you do it every week – on Saturday usually, right?”

“What?” Aunt Debbie replied. “How do you know that?”

“I know everything about you,” Billy said softly. “I like it when your armpits start to get really hairy by the end of the week, and I always wish you wouldn’t shave them. Kinda like that singer Paula Cole.”

“No, I didn’t,” Debbie said while lifting her arm and peeking over at the unkempt thicket of burnt orange stubble that coated her armpit.

“Uhhhh,” Billy groaned, grimacing while squeezing his eyes shut to avoid looking any longer until he regained his composure, sweat pouring down his face in streams. “That’s so sexy!”

“Do you think so?” Debbie asked.

“Yeah!” Billy grunted.

“Can I look?” Debbie’s voice said. “Watch while you do it to yourself?”

“You wouldn’t laugh at me, would you?” Billy said hopefully.

Debbie shook her head and grabbed the sheet, pulling it slowly down Billy’s slender torso. Down past his scrawny hairless chest, over his flat stomach with the little indented navel, and further down still.

Debbie was feling light-headed when the sheet slid down to reveal Billy’s pubic hair, a compact little tuft of brown fur, and suddenly there it was. Exposed and in full view, was Billy’s penis.

In a way Debbie was surprised at the size of Billy’s organ, but that was likely because she had expected – goodness knows what. There was no doubt Billy was not very well developed; as his pale member stood up straight and hard before Debbie, she figured it to be 4 or 5 inches long at best, and very slender as well. A bead of semen oozed out of the acorn shaped crown of his pink-hued penis, and Debbie saw how incredibly taut the skin was on the underside of his tool, the skin straining mightily below the glans.

“It’s not so small,” Debbie fibbed. “As a matter of fact, you have a very attractive penis.”

“Really?” Billy said.

“Yes indeed,” Debbie said, and she had to admit that was true. It was so pale and innocent looking that Debbie found it arousing despite herself. Escort Altınova Years of looking at her ex-husbands mammoth tool; one she had groan to loathe even before it had ceased to function properly – her fault of course – and had been the reason why he claimed he finally left her, and made her jaded to the sight of the organ in general.

“Touch me,” Billy said – asked – begged, and when she did not make a move toward it, she felt Billy’s hand take her wrist and bring it over to it.

Warm was the first word Debbie thought of when her hand grasped Billy’s penis. Almost hot to the touch, it had practically disappeared in her grasp, with only the tip of his crown visible to the eye. Billy was pulsating in her hand as she gingerly held his stem.

“Billy – this is not right,” Debbie said.

“Please Aunt Debbie,” Billy whimpered while trying to thrust his hips up and down.

Debbie took her head off Billy’s staff for a second, and then took the acorn crown of his dick between her thumb and index finger. Debbie slowly rubbed the tender underside with her finger, from the cleft at the bottom of the crown and over the sensitive glans, watching the stringy rope of semen trickle out as Bily moaned.

Suddenly Billy let out an anguished cry, his face twisted in a grotesque look of horror. When Debbie looked back down at what she was holding, she was just in time to watch a thick milky jet of semen erupt out of his stem, landing across his smooth chest and stomach.

Again and again the little tool spasmed, and his seed continued to erupt with every shudder, until Billy’s orgasm finally ended, his dick becoming limp in Debbie’s grasp.

“Don’t stop Aunt Debbie – please!” Billy begged as he held her hand on his dick, and Debbie obliged, continuing to pull on his flaccid tube for a minute.

Billy had his hand on Debbie’s bare thigh, running his hand over the smooth flesh, and as Debbie kept pulling on Billy’s dick, she was startled to notice that Billy was becoming erect again. In another minute, his modest instrument was hard again, and Debbie looked at it in wide-eyed wonder.

“Amazing,” Debbie whispered to herself, feeling Billy’s hand move up to softly stroke her breast through the nightgown.

When Debbie looked up at Billy, his face was beet red and the veins were bulging in his neck. Billy took Debbie’s free hand and lifted it, gesturing to her.

“Like this?” Debbie asked, lifting her right hand up behind her head as Billy watched and nodded vigorously.

Billy cried out, and his hot little poker jerked once again, spewing a few squirts of seed onto his belly. This orgasm was milder than the earlier one, and the amount of semen much less as well, but when Billy stopped cumming, his entire upper torso was now drenched with his seed.

Debbie pulled her hand off Billy’s flaccid dick and got up from the bed, silently going to the door and saying good night to Billy before closing the door behind her.

In a daze Debbie walked to the bathroom and turned on the faucet, holding her semen-drenched hand under the flow as she tried to stop her heart from racing. What had she done to her precious little Billy? More importantly, what other thoughts had been going through her mind?

Back to the kitchen and the wine…

Debbie sat alone at her kitchen table, the room illuminated only by a night light, and slowly swirled the glass of wine she cradled in her hand. The wine. That was the reason everything had just happened. She was drunk.

Debbie felt reassured at that thought, even though it was far from the truth. She had a little buzz on, but it was not the reason for what she had just done to her nephew.

Debbie’s other hand was idly rubbing between her legs, raking the damp bush as she thought back to what had just happened. It was very wrong, but Debbie could not help herself. The way Billy looked at her with such lust in his eyes excited her so much.

Watching him cum just from looking at her – not just once but twice in such a short period of time. Seeing the incredible amount of seed that Billy’s penis spewed all over the place almost made Debbie cum herself. What was it they say about not judging a book by the cover? It would have taken her ex-husband half the night to get it up twice. Billy was so virile – so sexually charged, that it didn’t really matter how big it was.

Besides, Debbie recalled, it wasn’t all that small. What would it have felt like in her mouth? In her cunt?

The sound of a door creaking woke Debbie out of her fantasy, and she pulled her hand out from between her legs when she heard Billy’s footsteps approach the kitchen. Her back was to Billy when she hear him approach her, and Debbie felt Billy’s hands on her shoulders as he stood behind her.

“Can’t sleep Billy?” Debbie asked without turning around.

“No.”

“Look Billy,” Debbie said as her voice cracked. “What I just did was very wrong. I’ve been drinking too much wine today, and I shouldn’t have done that, and I’m sorry.”

“I’m not sorry,” Billy answered. “That was the greatest thing that ever happened to me.”

“Still, I’m very ashamed of myself,” Debbie said. “I just hope you forgive me, and please don’t tell your father.”

“I would never tell Dad, or anybody else,” Billy said. “I love you, Aunt Debbie.”

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