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She was my sister and I loved her. But when Mom called and told me I had to have her up to the school for 4 nights I was pissed. It was the 4 day weekend — Founders Day into Memorial Day — and I’d been looking forward to the college parties and particularly to getting closer to Sandy- my new girlfriend. I was a sophomore and woefully undernourished in the pussy department, but Mom doesn’t take no for an answer. She and Dad were off to Barbados, there was no one else, she didn’t trust Annie over at any of her friend’s homes, etc. etc. So that was that. They were celebrating Annie’s 18th birthday Wednesday night and Thursday they’d be off and she, Annie, would be on her way here (and did I remember to get Annie a present?)

It was only 2 days later that I found out Annie wasn’t coming alone. She called to make arrangements to meet at my dorm and casually dropped the bomb that Beth was coming with her. Beth is this super hot friend of Annie’s who I’d known for 10 years, and had lusted after from afar in the way you do with a sister’s hot friend. I had figured my getting her was pure fantasy until the night of my high school graduation. That’s when she took me in my bedroom with the family partying below us and gave me what was still the best blowjob of my life. “Don’t ever say I didn’t give you something special for graduation Jeff,” she said after with a big grin and a fat strand of sperm dripping from her chin. Then she was gone. I hadn’t seen her since, so I marked it up to a blowjob where nothing leads up to it and nothing leads away from it. But now I reconsidered that and reconsidered the benefits of having Annie up with her best friend. Perhaps Sandy would have to wait.

Annie and Beth had been best friends since the 4th grade when we moved to town. Beth was a couple of months older but when both girls ended up repeating 5th grade for medical reasons (now all cleared up) the bond between them was really sealed. Annie was athletically lean from volleyball and basketball, tall, pretty, smart and funny. Beth got all the curves Annie lacked; she had just about a perfect body and face. Maybe she was a touch ditzy and more than a touch slutty (as my surprise bj demonstrated), but I was more than fine with the overall package. Annie was pretty, with maybe small B-cup tits, while Beth was the gorgeous cheerleader type — C-cups for sure, a killer ass and the face of an angel. For a moment I worried whether Annie knew the special gift I got from Beth, but there had been no sign of it. I was already wondering if there was a way to lose Annie for a few hours so Beth and I could create more secrets to keep from her.

Annie got out of my Dad’s SUV looking like a wholesome, well scrubbed tomboy. Fashionable, but not very tight, jeans and a couple of those spaghetti strapped shirts she loved. Beth got out the other side and winked over at me as I hugged Annie. She came in for her own hug. Beth was dressed like Junior Sluts on Parade, a plaid mini skirt to mid thigh, cute little fuck-me shoes, and a tight blue tee which hugged her free range tits. The shirt knocked off work somewhere north of her naval and nicely showed off her flat tummy and jeweled belly button. I wanted to cum just watching her walk over for the hug. Her eyes were made up, her long brown hair shined and she smelled like heaven.

Since it was still Thursday morning I had to get to one more class. Beth’s hug had me pretty hard but I hid it well and asked the girls if they wanted to come along with me. Annie laughed and said they’d rather hang at the dorm. Off I went feeling kind of like a dope for walking away from that very hot piece of ass my sister had so considerately brought along for the ride!

Problem was I got back from class to find Frank hanging all over them — or more exactly Annie hanging all over him with Beth laying on my bed watching. Beth’s legs were together but the skirt was so short that I figured Frank had a view of her panties from his angle, even as he was bending over Annie to show her some chords on his guitar. Frank is my roommate, and a pussy hound way beyond my ability. He claimed to have fucked nine different girls before Christmas break our freshman year, and most of us believed him. I knew as soon as I saw the scene that he was working to fuck one of what I sort of thought of as my girls, leering over towards Beth as Annie practically rubbed her cute tits on his shoulder.

I looked at Annie and saw a girl flushed and excited by his attention. Then for one second I imagined leaving Annie to him so I could get alone with Beth, who was looking very sexy in the horizontal position. Then I thought of Mom and Dad and realized I needed to save Annie from Frank. His official count of pussy scored had recently crept (he said) to 24, and no way could I let him fuck my sister as number 25, not after the way I’d seen him treat other girls. Plus I was pretty sure Annie was a virgin, and a pretty pure virgin at that.

Frank actually already had a weird Davazlar Escort history of attraction with Annie. A year earlier my family had vacationed in St Martin’s and I’d made the mistake of leaving my photos of the trip lying around. Frank found it and started in not only on Annie — who was cute but not spectacular in her bikini — but even on my mother. About Mom he made the usual MILF jokes (focused mainly on her tits which were actually well hidden in a modest bikini) and asked when she was coming up to visit. But the comment that most irked me — I had to pretend to be amused but believe me I wasn’t — was about the picture of Annie bent over smoothing out her towel after a swim. Frank went on and on about her ass and how (he said) you could get a nice glimpse of her pussy outlined by her tight bikini bottoms. In his memorable line: ‘Dude, you can totally see the outline of her cunt in that shot.’ I knew he was just trying to get me going, but it still bothered me. It was hard to hear her young pussy described that way. But sure enough when I was next alone, I had to look closer and there it was — a perfect outline of the lips of her pussy in the wet suit. The material had sucked up into her snatch just enough to make the camera shot perfect (if that’s what you were looking for.) But I for one was not. Fuckin’ Frank!

I got Annie out of there on the pretext of showing her the new gym where she might play basketball once she got to college. Beth said she’d stay behind, and I tried hard not to whine her in to joining us. I figured I had 4 nights to close the deal with her and that I’d better not rush things at the start. But leaving Frank alone with Beth was one of the harder things I’d ever done. It made me feel angry, sad and noble all at once.

Annie and I ended up goofing around at the gym — playing a little one on one b-ball. She was a pretty good player, although with 6 inches of height on her and probably 60 pounds, it wasn’t too hard to stop her drives to the hoop. One time an accidental contact sent her sprawling on the baseline, her rump in the air, and I flashed back on the picture that got Frank going. The skin tight short-shorts she’d put on for the tour left little about her ass (which is nice) or her crotch (notice I didn’t call it her ‘cunt’?) to the imagination. I tried to wash away the image by thinking of Beth’s much rounder, fuller ass and what I’d like to do with it, but the Annie-image was still in there. And now it had company.

We hacked around the gym and the campus for 2 hours or more, and then went back to the room to shower for dinner. It was empty. With Annie in the shower I got Frank on his cell phone and made plans to meet out at the local Chinese place for dinner. He’d taken Beth down to show her the lake and campus and his lacrosse field house. Two hours after that we were done with dinner. Then the girls went back to the dorm to change for the big party. Frank and I were hanging out on the campus waiting.

He handed me a key and said “Hey, Bill wanted you to have this.”

“OK, why is that?”

“So you’ll have a place to sleep tonight.”

“Huh?”

The plan of course had been for the girls to stay in our room on the floor. Their sleeping bags were already there, and already I’d pictured Beth a hundred times climbing into hers dressed only in skimpy lace shorts and a top. But light dawned on me,

“You mean you want our room to yourself?”

“Well, not exactly myself.” He laughed then. “Uh… Beth and I are going to need some privacy, and Bill is gone for the night back home. So he gave me his key — but only on the condition that you stay there, not me. He said something about not wanting my cum all over his sheets when he got back, but he was fine with you staying there. And there are 2 beds so you and Annie can both be comfortable.”

Damn. Of course he didn’t know I had a history with Beth so I couldn’t fault him for that — but still, damn him. I was afraid of the answer but asked anyway — “You mean you two already got into it this afternoon?”

Frank laughed again and said “Not quite, well all but. Beth knows I’m getting us the room, she’s telling Annie about it now so we don’t freak her out.” He saw me wincing and said “Well look I figured you didn’t want me to play for Annie — right? And Beth is too good to pass up — you should see her ass out of that skirt.” I guess that’s what he meant by ‘all but.’

At the party we hung out, drank some beers and allowed the girls a few. Neither of us wanted to see them get wasted (for slightly different reasons.) Frank danced with both girls and so did I. I got immediately aroused with my arms around Beth and her pelvis hitting mine. We didn’t mention it but we both knew the other was thinking about that bj — and about the bj she’d be giving a little later. After an hour or so we spotted Frank taking Beth out a side door so we figured that case was closed. And since Annie was getting Davazlar Escort Bayan hit on by a couple of seniors on the prowl for young girls, we got out shortly after.

Rather than go back right away I took her to a movie which itself turned out pretty funny. There were two really hot sex scenes in the movie — one of which gave me another in the series of uncomfortable woodies that day. A skinny blonde (not unlike Annie), with only tiny pink panties on (not unlike Annie’s suit in the photo), was bent over crawling (not unlike Annie) across a bed to suck the hero’s cock (totally unlike Annie.) It was shot from behind the actress and again I got the flash of Frank saying ‘dude, you can totally see the outline of her cunt.’ Of course in an R rated movie they didn’t show the actual sucking — just her head bobbing up and down in the actor’s lap. But it was enough to send my blood rushing. I gave a cautious glimpse over to Annie. Her pretty eyes were about bulging out of her head. But we don’t discuss things like that in our family so we let it pass then and forever.

We got back to the dorm and without a word to each other went to Bill’s room right next door to my own. I was tempted to listen at my door, but that seemed too sketchy. My reason was I realized only now that we hadn’t brought any of my stuff or Annie’s for the night. But screw it! We had a place with 2 beds and that would have to be enough. We got in and chatted uncomfortably about the day — both of us thinking about (and trying not to picture) the fucking that we knew was taking place behind the wall. It was well after midnight and with nothing much else to do we decided to turn in. We turned out the lights and Annie turned while I stripped down to my boxers and jumped into bed.

She giggled “Now don’t peek!! Really! Turn around.”

And I did — did both I mean. I turned and then, in the darkened room lit by a bright spring moon through an open window, turned back and peeked. Annie had her back to me and shimmied out of the tight jeans she’d been wearing for the party. Heart attack number 1: she had on really pretty yellow bikini panties, number 2: she bent over to pick up the jeans, number 3: ‘dude, you can totally see…’, numbers 4,5 and 6: she pulled off the little top she was wearing, reached around to undo the (matching) yellow bra, dropped it on the bureau beside her, tilted back to the bed — her small tits illuminated by the moonlight — to retrieve the top and drop it back over her head. Oh my fucking word but she looked gorgeous to me at that moment, sister or not. With that she jumped into bed and I turned back to my wall quickly. I was already wondering whether I could jack off with her in the room. It had been that kind of day.

After our ‘good night’s, I was waiting for Annie to drift off. I was lightly stroking my dick but didn’t dare really go for it with her about 6 feet away. Amazingly, I must have fallen asleep first, because the next thing I knew she was calling my name.

“Jeff — did you hear that?”

“Huh? Hear what?” I had been dreaming about Beth getting out of that car.

“That.” I could hear the words but had no idea what she was talking about.

“What?”

“Them.”

“Them who? We’re by ourselves, Annie. We’re all alone here.”

“No you idiot, up here, by the vent. I can hear them through the wall.”

My eyes opened. Annie was kneeling up on her bed pressed against the wall separating us from my dorm room. Above her head I could just make out an air vent in that wall. And below, her ass lit up by that Spring moon. And for the fourth or fifth time that day I was confronted by that image. I gave in. Her ass was fucking hot in those panties, more full and womanly that it had ever been in St Martin’s. Round, feminine and so tempting. Her ass appeared to twitch and shimmy under the tight panties as she twisted her head up near the vent. And, yeah, I could almost think I could make out the image of her cunt as her body leaned in towards the vent. I registered that for the first time ‘cunt’ did seem to be the appropriate word. But hell if she was going to keep torturing me with these glimpses, then …….whatever! Her voice snapped me out of it.

“Oh my God — they’re about to do it. I can hear everything.” Her voice was low and soft and kind of hissing to keep private, and somehow sounded very sexy in the shimmery dark/light of the dorm room. But what the hell was she talking about? I couldn’t hear a thing.

“You mean they’re fucking? Frank and Beth?”

“Not yet — can’t you hear it?”

I honestly couldn’t. It was probably from an ear injury I had with a cherry bomb when I was 14. But she wanted me to hear. And I wanted whatever she wanted right that moment.

“Come over here — you won’t believe it.”

Her voice in retrospect was already getting raspy. I hightailed it over to her bed, hopped aboard and pressed into the wall beside her, glancing Escort Davazlar down at her top from the side when I bent my good ear in towards the vent. Now I heard it:

I could hear Frank say “Get down on it girl,” and from Beth some giggling.

“Yeah that’s it — suck it,” followed by her faint slurping sounds.

“Oh yeah, get that pussy up here so I can finger you.”

Beth hadn’t said a word but it was pretty clear what her role in the little off stage drama was. I was beside Annie sporting a huge boner from seeing her body and from listening to Frank command Beth. I reached up to adjust the louvered vent and the sounds from their room became clearer and louder. Had fucking Bill been listening like this every time Frank or I — well, obviously 90% Frank of course, had brought a girl back to our room? I’d have to worry about that later since now it was like being in the room with them as she gave him head.

We could hear Frank moving her again. “C’mere, get that top off so I can see your tits while you blow me.”

Beth giggled again; we waited till they stripped her.

“Oh yeah honey. I liked those tits the minute I saw you.”

Now we heard Beth, “Mmmmm your cock is like steel, it tastes so good.”

Then Frank’s voice, “Mmmmmmmm I’m liking that, yeah, go down deep.”

There was a long quieter pause as we all waiting on Beth’s cocksucking skills to have their effect. I had some experience of those skills myself and was confident Frank wouldn’t last much longer than the 2 minutes it took her to have my seed erupting two years earlier. We could hear Frank gasping a bit, no doubt trying to prolong the bj before he let her taste his sperm. For the record, Beth did not let me cum in her mouth on that graduation night. My first jet that night had surprised her and bullseyed her chin, but the others had gone harmlessly into the palm of her hand. But, as I said it was two years later, and I knew immediately from the sounds in that room that Frank was going to make out better in that regard. That’s when Annie touched my arm and leaned in to whisper.

“We have to be quiet — they could hear us too. Is she still sucking him?” I looked again sideways at Annie in the moonlight and could see her nipples straining the thin fabric of her shirt. I looked down and saw her stomach and the thin panty material disappearing to a small ‘V’ at her crotch.

Whispering back, hoarse sounding in my own ears, I said “Yeah, she’s totally blowing him.” Now I glanced behind her at her ass. The moon was still doing its job of lighting her up from behind and the satiny material shimmered. It looked like her ass was doing a little dance in those panties. And without even knowing it, I started a slow massage of the small of her back with my hand, just making little circles, first over her top, then a bit lower so my hand was roaming from the top to the bare skin above her ass. Annie was still leaning in, and showing no sign of trouble at the hand action. When I realized what I was doing I pulled my hand away quickly so I wouldn’t freak her out.

Annie whispered again “I know that Beth blew you for graduation — she told me.” Now that was interesting and I would have loved to know more about how that story went down and whether Annie was pissed at me, at Beth, at us both or at no one.

But Frank was speaking over the top of Annie’s voice, “Oh yeah, suck it slut — gonna cum way down your throat.” Annie let out a little groan — or surprise or disgust I couldn’t tell.

And then from Beth: “Mmmmm do it, fuck my mouth. Your cock is huge.”

I glanced down and found my hand had already resumed — all by itself! — The circular motion over Anne’s little top, over the small of her back. I felt my chest constrict and then watched as my hand dropped down further to her skin and then over the panties and I began caressing Annie’s lovely ass. When I did that she looked at me quick, and then turned her head back to the wall. I kept circling her ass, getting more and more bold as we listened to Beth struggling to swallow Frank’s cock through the vent. Then I had the full round of Annie’s ass cupped in my hand. Anne was silent, her face turned from me. But she was letting me cup and knead her ass through the panties. I looked down at myself and saw an enormous erection pointing up and out at the wall as we knelt there together. Frank was breathing hard in the vent. I was watching my hand circle Annie’s ass in the moonlight. Now Annie pressed her body into the wall and began grinding her pelvis against the hard surface. I took advantage and cupped her ass cheeks hard so there could be no mistaking what was happening. She turned her face to me, looking confused and lust ravaged.

Annie whispered “I’m so horny” and this time looked up at me with a face both pleading and worried. One look at her and I knew she was a goner. She should kiss that virginity good-bye although maybe it also occurred to me that I’d beat her there to kiss it plenty for her. My hand slipped down below her ass and I found the crotch of the panties and gently moved it aside. Just then Frank started up again and we were as focused on his blowjob as we were on the fact that my fingers were now riding along the lips of Annie’s cunt. Frank started to explode.

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I’d been curious for a while. A long while, actually. For years now, I’ve wondered what it would be like. I’ve surfed Literotica, sometimes for group sex stories with a gay component, sometimes for outright gay stories. From time to time I’ve downloaded gay sample videos and watched one man take another man’s cock into his mouth, or his ass, and wrapped my hand around my own cock, wondering what it would be like, to feel it, to taste it, to touch it… to feel it penetrate me, and to use my own cock to penetrate another man.

But, I’d left it a fantasy, something “I might try one day”, and indulged in my male-to-male fantasies on occasion.

Tonight, everything changed.

With three instant messaging programs on my computer, MSN, Yahoo and ICQ, I’m approachable from cyberspace in a number of ways. Only ICQ, though, ever produces any “out of the blue” messages, most of them spam.

Tonight, the message on ICQ was different. I popped open the program to see a message waiting for me. “What virus infested website is some computer trying to send me to tonight?” I wondered as I clicked on it.

“Gay or bi? If so, care to have some fun?”

My stomach exploded. Huh??? I checked the details… and there it was. He lived in my town. This wasn’t spam. This was a real internet come-on from a flesh and blood gay man who lived in my city. All I had to type was “Bi… and I’d love to”, and I could be trying out what I’ve been fantasizing about for years, I could be feeling another man’s cock in my hand while he wrapped his around mine… I could taste another man’s lips while I rubbed oozing precum around the head of his cock.

The message hung in the air on my screen. What to say? What to say?

“No thank you, but good luck.”

Click, and away it went.

He came back with a very polite “Ok, sorry to bother you, goodnight”… and that was it.

I closed the message, and moved my mouse back up to ICQ, to delete this uninvited man from my messenger.

And I stopped. My stomach curdled and I paused.

Images of all those fantasies, all those stories, pictures and videos I’d ever indulged in, flashed through my mind. My cock was getting hard.

I wanted it. I didn’t want it.

But I did.

My hand dragged the mouse back to ICQ, and Dan’s name. Almost on its own, it double clicked, and Dan’s message popped back up again, waiting for my reply.

The cursor flashed under “Gay or bi? If so, care to have some fun?”. I stared at it. My hands resting on the keyboard, my stomach tightening. And I typed…

“Dan, you messaged me earlier. I’m not gay or bi, but I am curious.”

And I stopped. Staring at the message, my hand moved to the mouse and rested over the “Send” button.

To click or not to click? I was torn… so many scenerios filled my mind. Is this guy legit? Is it someone I know, playing a gag on me to see what I’d say? The number on the ICQ profile was low, so it was an ancient profile. He’d been using the program for a while.

What to do, what to do…

“Click”.

I hit send.

Whether I meant to or my finger twitched, I can’t say. But it was gone. I’d just replied to a gay man looking for a man to play with, and I’d told him I was curious. Admitted to a man that I could conceivably meet, and not some anonymous Literotica chat partner, that I was curious about what it would be like to be with a man.

My mouth was dry as I waited, staring at the ICQ window.

Would he reply? Had I blown it? Had Yeşilköy Escort my earlier refusal cost me this chance–

The little yellow message icon flashed with his name.

My stomach exploded again like the first time he messaged me. I clicked on the message.

“:) Curious about what, John?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. He was going to make me say it.

I paused. My hands on the keyboard…. what to type? Something clever? Sexy? Nasty?

“I’m curious about what it’s like to be with a man, Dan.”

My hand hovered over “Send”… my god, this was ripping my stomach to shreds. But I sent.

After a long minute, his reply came back. “How long have you been curious?”

“A long time…” I typed back, and hit “Send”. It was getting easier and easier to respond… though my stomach still fluttered.

He quickly replied: “Since you messaged me back, I can gather you’re ready to satisfy that curiosity?”

Was I? The thoughts sprang to mind again of everything I’d seen and fantasized about. “Yes.” I typed, and paused over the “Send” key.

I hit it.

And I waited. It seemed like an eternity, with two voices arguing in my head. One shouting “Dude, you don’t have to do this… just tell him your roommate was messing with him, and that’ll be that”…. and the other… the louder voice, saying “Do it… try it… go for it…”

“Would you like to meet?” his reply came back.

Before I could stop myself, I’d typed “Yes.”, and had the mouse over the button again. I knew this was it… and I sent it.

“I could pick you up” was his reply.

Danger! Red flag! It didn’t take a genius to know this could be major trouble. I knew that. My stomach flipped again. I should tell him we could meet at a coffee shop, somewhere brightly lit, lots of people, just a couple guys having coffee, where we’d sit in some excruciatingly painful growing tension of “how long do we sit here before we finally go do what you’re aching to try?”.

But… I replied “Yes.”

“Where?” he replied.

I stopped. Where indeed. I didn’t want to give him my address, though it hardly mattered since he could have looked it up from the details I put in my ICQ profile. “There’s a hotel near my place, on the corner of Third and White Street. Do you know it?”

“Yes :D” was his reply.

“Okay. I’ll meet you there… when?” I asked… what sort of timetable was he on? God knows whenever it was, I both wanted it never to come, and to come right now!

“I can be there in ten” he replied.

My God, so soon, was the only thing I could think, but “Yes.” was my reply.

“Okay, wait for me there. You have your picture in your messages, so I’ll know what you’ll look like.”

“What about you?” I messaged back, but it was too late. He was offline. And on his way.

I have never showered so quickly. In seven minutes, I was getting dressed. In nine minutes, I was out the door, sucking down a couple breath strips. By ten minutes, I was within sight of the hotel parking lot.

Every step of the way, part of my mind kept telling me that I could turn back, go home, forget about this. But at the same time, I knew I couldn’t turn back… the fact that I replied to him meant something. Meant I was curious… wanted to know. Had to know.

And when I saw a blue sedan pull up in the parking lot, not parking straight, but over two spots, I knew I was about to know. Whoever was doing that park job wasn’t planning on staying Yeşilköy Escort Bayan long. And then he got out of the car.

I felt my stomach tighten. He was good looking… very handsome, actually. Was he sexy? Yesterday, even earlier today, I would have struggled to say that I didn’t rate guys that way. But I let myself tonight… I let myself look at this man in a way I’d never looked before. I let my eyes roam over him as he stood next to the car under the street lamp; from his feet, up his legs, I gazed at that spot where they met, under tight black jeans, and let my mind construct what I knew lay beyond.

Finally, I reached him. He licked his lips and smiled. Those lips… I let myself see them in a way I’d never seen a man’s lips before… and as my stomach tightened, I knew… I wanted to taste them. I wanted to feel those lips against mine.

At the same time, I wanted to get out of there… head home, and go back to fantasizing about lips like those… where it’s safe.

“Hi John,” he said, extending his hand.

Contact.

No turning back from this now. No heading home and jerking off to two men pleasuring each other on the internet. This was real… and I was committed.

“Hi Dan,” was all I could muster. He could tell I was nervous… hell, I’m sure the blush I broke into saying his name must have glowed red in the night. I took his hand.

Oh my god… what a handshake. His fingers wrapped around mine, and again, like so many times tonight, my stomach jumped. And he didn’t let go. No, instead he took his other hand and placed it over mine. And I didn’t try to let go either. I just stood there, smiling, staring into his eyes, feeling his hands engulfing mine.

Finally, he let go. And I was disappointed. I didn’t want him to.

“You okay?” he asked with a smile. I nodded. “You sure about this? “

I paused… took a deep breath. Was I sure? Was I ready to cross that line from fantasy into reality?

“Yes.”

He smiled, and walked around to the other car door, holding it open for me. “Come on.”

I walked past him and paused at the door, looking at him.

“You can turn back, if you’re not ready,” he said with a smile. He licked his lips again, and stared into my eyes. This was it. Another one of those “now or never” moments.

I got in the car.

He closed the door and walked around to his side while I stood there. “Buckle up,” he said with a smile as he started the car. “There are laws about seatbelts, you know,” he said with a laugh. I couldn’t help but laugh too. I’d forgotten all about my seatbelt. Nearly thirty years of society’s training, to wear a seatbelt, and I’d completely forgotten it. Well, I guess it wasn’t the only one of society’s lessons I was forgetting about tonight.

He pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road. The silence and tension were palpable. Finally, he broke them. “So you’ve never been with a man? Ever?”

I shook my head. He smiled as he drove.

“I remember my first time too… couple years back. I was soooo scared… was I ready to cross that line? Was I gay? Was I bisexual? Would I not want women anymore? Fuck, my head was a jumble for years.” he laughed, taking a drink of water. There was a second bottle by the stick shift, I assumed it was for me. “Help yourself.”

And I did. My mouth was so dry, I really couldn’t even think of what to say. My stomach was tight, and part of me wanted to tell him to stop the car, and Escort Yeşilköy the other part wanted him to just hurry up and get to where we were going.

“And finally, I took the plunge. And man, I haven’t regretted it for a minute.” He pulled the car off the main road onto a side road, and very quickly pulled into a darkened parking lot overlooking the lake. It was massive, and there was one car parked in the blackness by the trees. He kept driving to another secluded spot at the edge of the trees, pulling the car to a halt, and shutting the engine.

I could only chuckle to myself. I’d come here before. With a girl. Seemed a lifetime ago.

“Been here before?” he asked with a laugh. I nodded, and turned to look at him. He was sitting, with one arm up over the back of the seat, staring at me. “Don’t worry, no one ever bugs the people in the cars up here.”

“I know,” I whispered, taking a drink of water.

He smiled, and reached his other hand up to touch my face. I gasped as I trailed his fingertips along my cheek, and down my neck.

“Relax,” he whispered, and leaned in slowly. I thought he was leaning in for a kiss, and suddenly, I didn’t know what to do. So I just froze, and he gently pressed his lips against my neck.

Oh my god. They were so soft, and warm, and wet.

He kissed me. On my neck. Slowly at first, chaste kisses with his lips. I felt the heat and wetness of his breath on my skin. I couldn’t help but moan, and I actually closed my eyes and opened my neck to him.

That must have been some sort of signal, cause it was then that I felt his tongue joining his lips on my neck. Kissing, gently licking… his hot breath rolling over my wet flesh. It felt so good. He kissed, licked and gently sucked on my skin, his hand coming up to caress my cheek again. I felt myself nuzzling his hand, moaning gently.

His kisses slowly moved higher. Up to my jawline. I heard and felt every wet smack on my flesh. What was I to do? Was I to turn my head and kiss him? Just enjoy this? Before I could do anything, he made the decision for me.

He kept kissing, this time, back along my jaw… up my cheek a bit… until I felt his hot, wet breath in my ear. He was breathing heavy. When he smacked his lips together, I felt it, and my belly flipped. His wet lips suckled my earlobe, and his tongue circled the entire ear, and I heard and felt his breathing, and the wetness of his tongue. Oh, that tongue. I wanted it.

“John?” he whispered softly in my ear, pulling me out of the daze I’d been slipping into.

“Uh huh?” I gasped.

“I’m not going to push you,” he whispered, his wet lips gently kissing my ear, and his tongue probing into it. He kissed my ear again, and whispered “but what happens next is up to you. When you want to kiss me…” he planted his mouth on my ear again.

Oh, I wanted to. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a kiss more in my life. I turned to him, and leaned in. I felt his breath on my lips before his touched mine.

And then they did touch. His wet lips slid across mine, gently. It was electric. Soft, hot, wet, slippery… his lips were all those things and more, and they were pressed against mine as his hand cupped my cheek. I felt his tongue graze my lips, and I wanted it. So bad, I wanted it. My tongue slipped past my lips and past his, sliding against his tongue.

My god, I was in heaven. His stubble scratched at my chin as our lips and tongues slid against each other, our breath mingling and the sweat starting to mist out of our skin. I slithered my tongue into his mouth, exploring it. It felt like my first kiss ever.

He pulled back and looked me in the eyes. “Do you want to get in the back seat?”

I stared at him, and gave him the only answer that came to mind.

I nodded “Yes”…

To be continued…

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Disclaimer: This vacuous fictional stroker’s sexual players are humans aged 18+ who avoid condoms. Tags: clusterfuck, brother-sister, sister-sister, step-family, bisexual. If you object to any such, stop reading. Views expressed may not be the author’s. Details may be incorrect. Read the prior story too. Enjoy!

*****

Apples & Oranges Too

(All in the families, with incest)

*****

It was incest after all. I tried to deny it, but fuck! There it was. And there it still is,

“Mikey,” my little sister Shayla said, taking my cock from her mouth, “shut up.”

My girlfriend and sometimes roommate Midori’s tongue left Shayla’s open pussy long enough to say, “Nobody want to hear your guilt. You’re having sexy fun. Go with it.” Midori resumed her moist, tasty twat-teasing.

What could I do? I leaned back against the headboard, fondled my little sister’s near breast while she blew me, watched Midori’s lingual technique on Shayla with rapt attention, and accepted my fate.

I enjoyed the view, too.

Midori sloppily slurped Shayla’s sweet snatch more insistently. Fun to watch! Shayla picked up the pace with her oral gymnastics on my cock. Fun to feel! She reached up, pinched my nipples a bit, and so willfully triggered me, her tongue-work urging load after creamy load to fill her mouth. Oh fuck! She spasmed and came on Midori’s tongue around then, too. She sucked me harder but did not bite.

“Woah,” Shayla said, “that was great!” She turned to give Midori a long, soulful kiss, and then climbed up me for some face-sucking. I hardly tasted me on her.

“A good start,” Midori agreed. “But I need some stiff dick. I better work on that.”

We switched to a ‘recovery’ position. I was on my back. Midori snuggled between my legs, tongue-bathing my worn-out cock to recover my hardness if not my semen supply — not right away for the joy juice. She planned to ride me for a long, long time. I would not complain. Shayla knelt on my face, tugging my ears to aim my trained tongue into her works after making sure my hands correctly cupped her sweet breasts. She said this was to recover her spirit. That was the excuse, anyway.

I guess it was incest after all. Especially after Midori had finished with still-unrecharged me, and sweet sister Shayla saddled-up and rode me almost forever like a cowgirl with my cock wrangling deep inside her, her boobs swinging, our hips bucking like broncos. Yippie-ki-yay!

Shayla yelled about a half-dozen times before my last painful zap left me fucked-out.

“Okay Mikey, go on with your story now.” My wasted cock was limp in her mouth.

=====

I have told of our merged families, two households force-fit into one large two-story territorial-style house in a compound on a hill over the Russian River, in redwood and wine country north of San Francisco. Our new home was on the redwood coast’s inland edge, above the prized vineyards.

Enough college-age progeny — DiDi Manson’s four kids and Dad’s (Dylan Todd) three — filled the place, though the oldest on each side were schooled some distance away and bothered us infrequently. Only five of we young ones contended for onsite space. We were like apples and oranges tossed into a crate to be sorted-out.

Dad and DiDi occupied the full house upstairs. We five ‘kids’ lived in varied rooms downstairs around a covered patio.

I had my big studio, spacious for me and any overnight friends, but officially with an extra king bed for the Manson big-bro Tank on his rare visits from uni. Just like my little sister Shayla kept a bed for our big sister Olivia’s rare returns, another bed in her little studio, smaller than the near-identical twins Briana and Belva Manson’s space, the twins that fucked me first The last and least of us, Taz Manson, got the unplumbed playroom, and so shared my kitchen and elaborate bath space when he bothered. He was gone a lot. Whew.

We used a door-signal system for our patio-access rooms. A locked door means nobody is home or otherwise go-the-fuck-away. A wide-open door means come on in — what you see is what you get. A not-quite-closed door means enter if you dare but expect anything — an ambiguous invitation that MIGHT lead to fun. Closed doors mean do not enter except in a real emergency, or otherwise think real hard before knocking. But I might be invaded anyway. I did not mind invasions if sex resulted.

Shayla rubbed me. “You never object to sucking and fucking.”

“Of course not,” I said. “Now let me continue.”

She bit my crank. Ouch. “Hey, ouch!”

“Kiss and make it better, Mikey?”

Little sisters can be pests.

Except during fellatio.

Yes, we needed time for studies, be they solitary or shared. Shayla, my girlfriend Midori, and I were in different music programs but could support each other in theory and practice. Taz and his girlfriend Cyndi were hospitality majors; they were crazy and kinky enough to want to manage hotels, resorts, all those people. Belva and Briana were in public safety, cops-to-be. We Gömbe Escort moved in varied student circles.

Shayla was not the most thoughtful of women. She brought home skanky boyfriends. They abused her. Taz and/or I rescued her more than once — too many time, really. Belva and Briana, cops in training and tough babes, found semi-legal ways to punish abusive turds.

Shayla saw me and Taz as her stalwart heroes after a few such rescues, heroes due to be rewarded. She rewarded Taz with many fucks but not me because incest. That seemed okay then. I received many kisses around my face and upper body..

And I kissed in return: her face, neck, shoulders, boobs, arms, anywhere above and including her cute outie belly button Feet were okay too but not above the ankles. Toe-sucking was not incest. I was only brotherly. She was only sisterly when she nipped my nips and soul-kissed me, her hero. My sloppy cock did not slip inside her anywhere and we did not finger each other. No groin-work. Those were our rules. Affection but no incest.

Sometimes Shayla and Taz wanted a threesome, and none of their other friends from the community college we attended were nearby, so I fucked my new step-brother’s face while Shayla blew him taut, and then fucked his really tight little ass while I watched him lick my little sister’s wide-open pussy to moaning satisfaction, her legs spread, belly heaving, breasts rolling, firm nipples seeking heaven. I was entranced, watching her orgasmic face and shaking body. Watching was not incest.

“I like to watch you too,” Shayla said. “You fucking Taz is sort of hot. But I really like to watch you fucking the girls. And I know you like to watch me with them.” Indeed. My unexpectedly kinky little sister put on quite a show with our guests.

Most of my group playtimes with Shayla featured girls like my excitable Midori, or Taz’s inventive pal Cyndi, or both, maybe joined by Tia or Lia or Anathea or Latrella or whoever from school. But usually Cyndi and/or Midori. They had gate keys and often stayed over, almost roommates for Taz and me. Cyndi might be here even if Taz was not, which was a lot. Not that I complained.

One musical study hour with Midori had evolved into a nice fuck session when Shayla waltzed through my not-quite-closed door — meaning that privacy was not demanded. I was soon fucking into Midori’s crisp cunt while Shayla sat firmly on her sharp face and I lovingly sucked my sweet little sister’s sweet breasts, in between some deep tongue-to-tongue sibling tonsil-chasing. Not incest.

Or Midori sat facing me, sitting on supine Shayla’s busy mouth. My little sister’s thighs were spread; she masturbated. Her boobs bobbled, nipples taut, as she licked at Midori’s wiry wound. I nuzzled Shayla but did not disturb her self-fingering. I kissed her neck, her breasts, her navel. No further. No incest.

Or torchy Cyndi strode in while I was studying alone and demanded, “I am horny! I need to suck and fuck. Taz is not here. Nobody else is here. Let’s you and me suck and fuck!” Straightforward, indeed. She was atop me in an energetic 69 when Shayla arrived. “That looks like fun!” My little sister slipped off her dress and bent to rim Cyndi’s rosebud, her tongue and mine maybe meeting at Cyndi’s taint. No incest.

Of course no incest! The twins kissed others’ faces and tits as they doubled-down on me but they did not lick pussy, especially not each other. That would be wrong. But slurping my cock together, kissing and sharing my spurting semen, licking any loose cum off each other outside pubic hair — that was only sisterliness, not incest.

So Shayla and I could morally kiss. We often lay naked, face to face, inside Cyndi’s or Midori’s or Tia’s inviting thighs, licking at whoever’s juicy pussy was up, and one of us might slide down to mouth the others’ neck or nipples, and our knees might be rubbing together and up between our thighs, Our sibling closeness felt great! But Shayla and I left each others’ genitals alone, so there was no incest.

Or Shayla and Cyndi had captured Midori on my club chair and were nicely posed between her knees, double-tonguing my girlfriend’s tasty twat. After a “Hi, Mikey!” it was okay for me to stick my cock into Midori’s mouth. Okay and fun, too. Nowhere near incest.

Sometimes we neared the line.

Shayla’s door was not-quite-closed and thus inviting. Sandalwood incense graced the air. My little sister was under Midori or Tia or Lia or Nikki in a juicy 69. Their hair was similar so I did not try distinguishing them in low light.

I never needed an invitation beyond a breathy, “Hi, Mikey!” from the first to notice me. If I was noticed but not addressed, I figured I was not invited, so I only watched. But when I was greeted, I got naked fast, hard almost as fast, and was on my knees and aimed into our guest’s pussy mere moments later.

I screwed in. Shayla slurped up. Good teamwork, hey?

Shayla’s tongue teased the girl’s clitoris just under the lewd labia I was parting, penetrating, Escort Gömbe and owning. Shayla’s partner, whichever she was, groaned in varied pitches as I fucked in and out. Shayla licked faster, but her tongue never quite reached my cock. Well, maybe just a little accidental lick or three. But no incest, not really. Just a taste.

I fired long shots into that happy vagina, not onto my sister’s tongue, not into my sister’s mouth. My furious infusion indeed filled and overflowed our guest’s altar of lust. I pulled out. Shayla drained the cunt and drank the overflow but she did not suck my drippy cock, no direct contact, so no incest, not quite.

Shayla’s eyes stared into mine while she slowly and lasciviously slurped and swallowed my cum. But I do not think that was quite incest.

Each studio room held a comfy fuck-chair, a wide, low, leather-covered club chair whose occupant could be approached from many positions. This added a dimension to fuck-fests.

Maybe Shayla or I were busy with Tia’s or Mia’s or Nikki’s pleasant pussy on our mouth when the other of us cracked a not-quite-closed door, saw the scene, stripped and stroked and whispered — and we re-positioned so I sat in a club chair with the victim riding reverse-cowgirl in my lap, impaled on my saddle-horn, my and her legs wide. Shayla knelt before us and soundly slurped the girl. No licking of my cock, that would be wrong, except maybe a few inadvertent contacts. No incest.

But, more than once, Shayla pulled my cock from the cunt sheathing me. She fisted me, and dove full-face into the girl’s delta, those smooth thighs quivering. I fondled my moaning lap-sitter’s boobs and teased her puffed nipples. Shayla slurped deeply and then aimed my rod back inside. Fucking and clit-licking continued. But Shayla did not swallow or even tease my cock, not with her tongue or lips. Oh, her fingers worked me a little. That was right on the borderline. But no copulation or cunnilingus or fellatio between us. No real incest. Not really.

=====

We crossed the line. It was probably inevitable.

The first time was a common session. Shayla’s ajar door invited me inside. Shayla and Midori shared a double-ended dildo. Evil Cyndi held the toy in place between their conjoined cunts and lavished slurps between their faces and boobs. None were clothed, of course. I was soon naked too.

Cyndi looked up and greeted me, “Hey Mikey! Glad you’re here!” She resumed suckling and clit-rubbing Midori. The dildo moved faster. Midori clenched, groaned, and went limp. “Did ya cum good, Middy?” asked Cyndi. Midori sighed.

Midori hunched into herself. The dildo pulled loose. Her wobbly eyes saw me.

“Oh Mikey, I… oh, I’m so glad to see you, but oh…” Her gaze moved past me — to the clock, I discovered. “Oh Mikey, I was here for you but you’re so late and now I’ve got to…” She shook herself.

“So go do what you gotta do, girl,” Cyndi ordered.

Midori slowly extruded the long plastic dong from her depths. She played the dicky end in and around her opening a bit before surrendering the toy.

“Hi Mikey,” Shayla said, “Midori has to go but I want more and so does Cyndi, right?”

“Fuck yeah!” Cyndi said. “I’m still torchy and I want a GOOD fuck!”

No surprise. She was always torchy.

I fucked into her at a good pace. Shayla settled on her face and jiggled. I kissed my little sister’s cheeks and mouth and throat. I bit her neck. I nibbled her shoulders. I cupped her wonderful sweet breasts. I teased her and suckled her, and resumed on her neck and mouth. She likes neck bites. But I did not stop pussy-grinding Cyndi.

Shayla and Cyndi both uttered appreciative sounds. I was nowhere near cumming.

“Okay, more then,” Cyndi said after escaping from under us.

Cyndi pulled my sister into place, “Like this,” she said.

The wild tart huskily 69’d atop Shayla in high-crawl pose, butt up, pussy open and inviting. Shayla’s head was pillowed; her tongue easily reached Midori’s excited clit.

“Ummm, fuck this pussy here, big bro!” Her tongue worked my target.

I lmelt over Shayla’s chest. My knees missed catching her hair. I slid my cock into sighing Cyndi again. My thighs beat against Cyndi’s excellent butt. My cockshaft wetly brushed Shayla’s nose. My balls bounced off my cute little sister’s forehead again — we had done this before. Fucky fucky, bouncy bouncy, licky licky, oh yeah.

I was firmly fucking a girl, who was eating my trusting little sister, who was licking her. The visuals were wonderful. So was what my cock felt. And the rest of me.

Some say incest only occurs when an erect, potent penis enters a closely related, fertile vagina with a good chance of insemination. If it ai not P-I-V (penis-in-vagina) fucking with chance of pregnancy, it ain’t really incest, insist such mondo-pervo wackos you do not want to know. I draw the line elsewhere.

But our line came closer. I felt Shayla’s tongue on my cock during my slower out-strokes. But my cock was not Gömbe Escort Bayan in her mouth, so no incest, right? Shayla held my cock aside, fisted me, and went full-facial into Cyndi. Her fingers stroked me and then re-inserted me in Cyndi’s portal. Shayla kept at her love-licking. No incest here, I hope.

I moved faster. I felt the onset. I made sounds, and came into Cyndi’s pussy with a hot, steaming stream of burning spunk, a major cum. Gobs and gobs of fertile goo sprayed into her. I pumped again, the last drops, or maybe a few more on the way.

Cyndi, you can keep on squeezing my cock with your cunt muscles, fuck yeah…

Then my cock was out in the air. But not for long. That squeezing I felt… that was Shayla pinching my urethra to block my final spurt(s). “It’s my turn now, Mikey,” my little sister told me, and took my softening cock into her mouth. Almost incest.

My instincts took over. We fell over. We crawled a little. Next thing I knew, I was eating Cyndi’s tired pussy — only a bit of my flavor was left there — while her mouth music inflamed Shayla, who gobbled me faster. A little threesome daisychain where I was fully blown by my sweet little sister. Pretty close to incest.

And then the next instinctive move. We switched. Shayla’s mouth extracted the last of my living jizm from Cyndi, who lay peacefully blowing me while I stuck my tongue all around and into my sweet little sister’s forbidden snatch. I licked her till she moaned. Really, really close to incest.

We fell apart. Cyndi regained sentience first. She looked at us.

“Hey, did you guys change the rules or something?”

Shayla’s eyes captured mine. “I dunno, did we?”

I watched her soul. “Are any rules left?”

The soul behind her eyes said NO.

Her voice said, “Let’s fuck.”

That worked for me.

Shayla later amended: “Wait, just two rules. You don’t fuck my ass and I don’t fuck yours, okay? And no animals.” Those worked for me, too.

=====

Cyndi was part of our breakthrough. We started lazy after resting a bit. We cleansed in my lavish shower, yes, with spray-fights and orifice-sluicing and taste-testing. We dried but did not dress. I closed my door to un-invite others. We snacked, drank, giggled, and took to my big bed.

Yes, we started lazy. I sat back against the cushioned headboard. Cyndi sprawled against me, my cock in her mouth, my hand on her breast, as Shayla slowly slurped her snatch. Quite a nice show for me!

Then they switched. My little step-brother’s wild-ass girlfriend was face-deep in the pussy of my little sister, who was blowing me. Very very nearly incest.

Next, a familiar pose as described before, with Shayla sitting on Cyndi’s face while I fucked our guest and suckled my little sister. Then they switched. Upright Cyndi was mouthed by supine Shayla, who was solidly fucked by me. By me.

Yes, I willfully P-I-V fucked my little sister. That was incest — no doubts, no excuses.

And she willfully fucked me back. My incest was her incest, too.

But at least I was not a motherfucker. Whew.

(What was Mom doing in Arizona?)

We could not stay secret, of course, but I do not think Dylan or DiDi found out. Or maybe they had other concerns, both with maintaining their business cashflow, and with other fuckings. My horny new step–sisters, the near-identical twins Briana and Belva, mostly kept me for themselves, but admitted fucking my dad too. They said they preferred me to Dylan. I sure hope so. They said they never did their little brother Taz — but he had enogh others to keep him busy, including Shayla. And DiDi fucked me whenever possible. So kin-fucking was almost superfluous.

Midori knew. She liked group-fucks with Shayla and me, with maybe Cyndi added. But we stayed discreet with other guests, the irregulars, those without gate keys.

“I wondered when you guys would get around to this,” Midori said, recovering from the longue-gasm Shayla had inflicted on her while I fucked my little sister doggy-style. “It’s not like you haven’t been dry-humping and safe-sucking for weeks now.”

Shayla and I had a pattern with Midori.

They conspired, took my room with me in it, and closed the door. They pulled me from my studies, stripped me, pulled me into my big, snazzy shower, and got us all very clean. They dried me and themselves. They pulled me to bed.

We sat together, kissing, feeling, stroking, fingering. Shayla lay back, her boobs high and rolling, her thighs open and clean, her knees up invitingly.. Midori moved in to slurp my little sister’s spread snatch. I snuck under Midori’s raised butt, between her legs, and slurped her pussy from below. I reached for her breasts. Ahhh…

I shifted, knelt, entered into sighing Midori, doggy-fucked squirming Midori, holding her hips close — just straight-on pistoning into her vivid vagina, so well-lubed with soggy slurps. But Shayla’s eyes and mine were synchronized, tethered, locked in place. Midori was only our go-between. We always knew who we were fucking.

Then they switched. Midori laid back, her cunt crushed and ruddy, the prize victim of my penile efforts, now claimed by Shayla. My little sister nearly drowned in Midori’s pussy while I full-incest fucked her. My cock was Shayla’s. Midori’s eyes were lost.

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I hope you enjoy Forever Autumn but be warned: it has a harrowing theme and is a lot bleaker than most of my stories. You may recognise some minor characters as being from my earlier stories Twilight Time and Love Hurts.

Characters in sex scenes are eighteen years old or over. All characters and most places are imaginary—any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental.

Copyright © 2019 to the author.

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“…Like the sun through the leaves you came to love me/Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away…”

Justin Hayward & The Moody Blues

An evening in late November 2015…

…and my kick in the teeth evening. It was cold and rainy out and it was very quickly cold and rainy in my heart. I arrived home and almost fell over the pair of packed suitcases lying just inside the flat’s doorway.

“That you, Sarah?” Carole called from the sitting room.

“No, it’s Bill the Burglar. Who did you think it was? And what’s with the suitcases?”

Carole stepped into the hall. She was fully dressed for outside—coat, scarf, woollen beany, thermal gloves sticking out of one pocket. Her eyes were slightly reddened as if she had been weeping recently. “What’s with the suitcases?” she echoed me, “I’m leaving you, Sarah.”

“What? You’re leaving me? What do you mean?”

“Simply that. I’m leaving you. I just thought it would be less cowardly to wait and tell you to your face rather than leave a note or texting you.”

“You’re leaving me? Why?” I felt in shock. “What have I done wrong?”

“You’ve done nothing wrong, Sarah. It’s what I’ve done, what I’m doing. I’ve put the keys to this flat on the hall table. I can’t see me needing them again…”

…she left me standing there with my tears pouring. What is the old song says? ‘I’ll do my crying in the rain…’ She was the only woman I’d ever truly loved and now it looked as if I’d lost her…

Early December 2014

It was the run-up to Christmas week and The Twilight Time Rooms, the best lesbian nightclub in the city and always very busy, was absolutely heaving. Not a seat nor a table to be had anywhere and there was quite a crush at the bar although I had managed to squeeze in and hold on to a corner spot. It could be awkward if I needed a pee at any point—I’d just have to suffer or lose my place, that or pee myself where I stood. I suppose I could always blame that on the cat, if they had one. The answer was staring me in the face: don’t drink enough to stretch my bladder, Christmas or not.

I managed to catch the eye of a barmaid to order a glass of white wine and when it came I drank in tiny sips, very ladylike. Someone blundered into me jogging my arm although not enough to spill my wine. A voice said: “Sorry.”

I glanced sideways, getting an impression of a woman two, three inches or so taller than me, smartly dressed in slacks and a white, military-style shirt. “That’s okay,” I said, “can’t be helped with the crowd in here.” I turned back to my drink.

“Sarah?” It was the same voice. “Sarah Rackham? It is Sarah, isn’t it?”

I looked again at the other, more carefully this time. There was something vaguely familiar about her. “Yes?”

“It is you, Sarah. Don’t you remember me? Carole. Carole Vernon.”

My God. Carole Vernon. A ghost from Christmas past. To paraphrase Dickens, not long past but my past. I’d been more than a little in love with Carole once when we were teenagers but I’m a shy person even now and did nothing about it. Well, except for one memorable occasion… when?…summer of 2002-3 perhaps…

Yes, it was Carole, I could see that now and I held out a hand to shake. “Don’t be so bloody formal, Sarah,” she laughed, “We’re old pals, gimme a hug.” So I gave her a hug, a brief one, and looked again to take her in. She was thinner in the face now, in fact she seemed thinner all over, although she’d never been more than average in build. Her hair used to be chestnut-brown, falling in waves to her shoulders. Now it was blonde-streaked in a slightly ragged pixie crop

“Sorry, Carole, I don’t think I’d have known you. You’ve changed, your hair’s much different, you’ve lost some weight. And…”

“…and we’re both older. Not that much, though. What is it, ten, twelve years?” She laughed again. “Yes, I’ve changed quite a bit but you haven’t changed at all, at least not a lot.”

“Can I buy you a drink?” I said.

“Well, I’m with some friends. They got here a lot earlier and managed to bag a table. Still, they’ve got their drinks already so… yes, I’ll have a drink please. A sparkling mineral water with ice and lemon.”

“Is that all? How about a glass of wine or something,” I offered, “It is Christmas.”

“No thanks, I don’t drink. Mineral water will be fine.”

“You don’t drink?” I was surprised. “If I remember rightly, you had quite a taste Göynük Escort for strong cider when we were teenagers.”

“Yes.” The reply was so flat it discouraged further comment.

I let it go and with some difficulty managed to hail a barmaid and order Carole’s water. When it was delivered, Carole said: “You by yourself, Sarah? Why not come and join us? We’ve got one of the larger booths so there should be room for you if we all scrunch up a bit.”

I said I was shy and with that peculiar reticence some of we shy people are guilty of shook my head. “I don’t want to bust up your party.”

Carole took a sip of her water. “Don’t be daft, Sarah. There’s nothing to bust up, just some friends having a seasonal drink together, and you can’t be very comfortable crushed up against this bar.” Brooking no further argument, she took my hand and virtually dragged me after her.

Although we were the same age give or take a few months, it’s unlikely we’d have been friends except for the fact that we lived only a few houses away from each other. I was the retiring studious type whereas Carole was a bit of a wild one, not in a vicious way but just full of zip and vim and determined to get everything possible out of life that she could. I suppose I could have been the classic mousy friend tagged along to make her look even better. Maybe.

“Hey guys!” she called out, holding my hand aloft, as we neared her table, “Look what Santa’s brought me! This is Sarah Rackham. We were at school together and near neighbours at home. Lost touch when we went to uni at opposite ends of the country. Sarah, these are…” She introduced her friends.

As Carole had said, there was room for us when everyone shifted up a bit. As well as Carole there were five other women at the table, one of whom, Joanna Lloyd, I knew slightly on a ‘hello’ basis. I’m a legal executive with a firm of city solicitors and Joanna was a solicitor with another practice in the same office building. The petite pretty woman sitting beside her was her wife, Susie, and sitting next to Susie another married couple, Vicki and Niamh. The fifth woman was Hester something; her girlfriend was a doctor at the City Hospital and on duty this evening. Carole and I were singletons.

They all had some distinctive feature so it was easy enough to remember their names by association. As I’ve said, I knew Joanna from work and she and Hester were both above-average tall. Vicki was a natural-looking blonde, hair in a short bob. Susie was blessed with an impressive cleavage and I noticed a number of women passing our booth slowing down to take a good look. I found myself sitting by Niamh who had unmistakably Irish looks and a wonderful mass of deep red hair, a bit like the actress Maureen O’Hara. She and Vicki had a daughter, she told me. “She’s being spoiled rotten by my mum tonight,” laughed Niamh, “Gives us a chance to pretend we’re courting again.” She turned and kissed Vicki on the mouth. “Just you wait till I get you home, ó cailín mo chroí !”

Vicki put on an exaggerated swagger with her shoulders and said in a cod John Wayne drawl: “Think you’re woman enough to handle me, little lady?”

Niamh winked. “Bet your sweet pussy I am.”

“Is it? Sweet?” someone said.

“Like honey,” Niamh replied., winking again.

Everyone laughed. I was glad of the low lighting for I think I might have blushed a little. Although turned thirty and having had a several short-lived affairs, I was still taken aback by people letting it all hang out in company. I covered by asking: “What was that you just said, not ‘pussy’ but the other words, ‘col…’ something?”

“What, ó cailín mo chroí?” said Niamh, “It means ‘Oh girl of my heart’. I was born and raised in the UK but my parents both speak some Irish and I know a little.”

“Oh, that’s nice. One of my grandmas is Welsh and she almost always calls me ‘cariad fach’,” I told her, “That means ‘ little sweetheart’ and I love it.”

Ó cailín mo chroí, Oh girl of my heart. I liked that. I’ve sometimes thought that endearments in other languages can sound so much more romantic than in English. Probably just the appeal of the exotic unknown.

“When you two have stopped comparing Celtic languages,” Carole said to me, “what say we celebrate our reunion by having a dance?”.

I hesitated. “Dance floor’s a bit crowded,” I said, having looked round.

“Same old Sarah by the sound of it,” Carole grinned, “So the floor’s crowded. So what? All that much more excuse to cuddle up closely. C’mon Sarah, your inner shrinking violet should have turned into a passion flower long ago. And the music’s appropriate right now.”

I wasn’t sure what Carole meant by that last comment as the DJ had started to play Buddy Holly’s ‘True Love Ways’. But to avoid being nagged I took her hand and we squeezed our way onto the dance floor. We didn’t need an excuse to cuddle up close, Göynük Escort Bayan we had little choice dancing in that mob. At least we weren’t alone, all the other couples being plastered together too. Carole’s arms were around my waist and mine around her neck. She was wearing some subtle scent I couldn’t identify but its effect on her warm skin made me feel quite heady.

‘True Love Ways’ finished and the DJ continued to play slow, smoochy music. I guess she didn’t have much option with that crowd. Anything faster and more lively would probably have resulted in trampled bodies everywhere. At last the DJ took a break and before leading me back to the booth Carole pressed soft lips to my forehead. It was just a little kiss but it sent a shiver down my back.

I must admit I was pleased that Carole had found me at the bar. I’d been prepared to spend the evening by myself, not even fancying a one-night stand pickup, just a couple of wines in the Twilight and then home. As it turned out I had a great time with that small group for they were all lovely in their different ways (I’m referring to their personalities although all were attractive too). The DJ came back and stuck with the easy listening music so we all danced at one time or another, making sure that at least one person stayed at the booth to make sure we didn’t lose it. In the end it was closing time and the party broke up. All my new friends hugged me as well as Carole before going their separate ways.

“Where do you live, Sarah?” Carole asked as we left the Twilight Time. I told her and she added: “Great, I drive right by there on my way home. I’ll give you a lift otherwise you’ll wait ages for a taxi.”

When we were on our way she said: “So you know Joanna?”

“Not well,” I admitted, “We work in the same building and we’re both in legal work although she’s higher up the ladder than me. What do you do now, Carole?”

“I’m in research with a pharmaceutical company.” I remembered then that she’d gone to study chemistry at university. Carole continued: “Susie’s my team leader which is how I came to know them all. Vicki’s been Susie’s best friend since they were kids. And Niamh works at the City Hospital with Hester, they’re both radiographers. Niamh’s parents are at the hospital too. It helped that all the girls are gay, gave me a social group to fit into without well-meaning people trying to fix me up with eligible men.” She gave a little laugh. “Although my mother’s determined to get me married off to ‘a nice young man’. Refuses to accept that I’m not made that way. Are you out to your family, Sarah?”

‘Yes, long time now.”

“How did they take it?” she asked.

It was amazing how they did take it…

* * * * *

…it was during my first year at university and I was home for the Christmas vacation. There were five of us in the house for Christmas Day and the few days on either side: my parents and I, my maternal Grandma Myfanwy, who had been widowed for several years, together with her brother, my Great-Uncle Ifan, a professor emeritus of history at Aberystwyth University. We had finished our Christmas lunch and now I was about to run the risk of ruining everyone’s day.

“While we’re all together, I’ve got something important to tell you,” I began, “I love you all but I’m not sure you’ll like me any more. This is difficult and I don’t know how you’ll take it so please don’t hate me, please…” I took a deep breath. “I’ve got to tell you that… well, I’m gay, I’m a lesbian…” I trailed off and waited for the reactions and recriminations.

There was an odd kind of chain reaction. Dad looked at Mum and smiled, she looked at Grandma and smiled, Grandma looked at Uncle Ifan and smiled who in his turn looked at Dad and smiled. And then they all burst out laughing.

I was mortified and felt angry tears welling. “What’s so funny?” I shouted, “It’s nothing to laugh at! You don’t know what it took for me to tell you!”

Mum came and put an arm around me, holding me close. “We’re not laughing at you, love.”

“No,” added Dad, “We’re laughing at life. You see—”

“Better if I tell her, Bill,” interrupted a chuckling Uncle Ifan in his pleasant Welsh tenor. He took a sip of his wine before continuing. “You see, cariad,” he told me, “we’re laughing because I’m gay too. And we’ve kept it from you all these years because we worried you might disapprove—contrary to popular belief, not all you young people are open-minded.”

“You, Uncle Ifan?”

He nodded, perhaps a little sadly. “Although I stayed celibate by choice. Things were different when I was your age, Sarah. In some circumstances I could have been sent to prison for a couple of years just for being what I am. Even a simple hug in public between men back then could be construed as what the law called ‘an act of gross indecency’ resulting in arrest. A few judges were understanding and compassionate Escort Göynük but many others were exceptionally harsh towards homosexuals. I often wondered if some of the latter were closet gays, punishing others severely for what they were trying to deny and suppress in themselves. Fortunately most of our family were sympathetic towards me and we’ve always kept up the pretence that I’m a typical asexual academic bachelor, interested only in my studies and research. It’s a common enough breed and I’m accustomed to the life now. So of course we don’t hate you. I think I can speak for us all in praising your courage in coming out to us.”

And they all took it in turns to hug me. “Just be happy with what you are, my lovely,” said Grandma…

Another thing—to my dismay Carole didn’t come home that Christmas, nor, as far as I could ascertain, any other holiday…

* * * * *

“…are you out to your family, Sarah?”

‘Yes, long time now.”

“How did they take it?” she asked.

“Brilliantly,” I said, “I gather it wasn’t as easy for you.”

“So-so. I only got round to it a couple of years back. Cowardly of me, maybe, but I didn’t fancy facing the aggro. As it turned out, Dad was okay with it and my sisters think it’s cool—they seem to enjoy bragging about their gay big sister. Mother won’t accept it, though, said it’s just a phase I’m going through and I’ll come round in time. ‘Mr Right will soon put paid to all that nonsense,’ she said. A phase, for fuck’s sake! I’m over thirty and she thinks I’m going through a phase! ‘Okay’ is fine, ‘cool’ I like, ‘phase’ I don’t.”

I tried to lighten things. “Well, apart from that, how’re things with your family?”

Carole laughed. “Mum… well, I’ve just told you her attitude. You know what she used to be like and she’s not changed, if anything she’s a bit worse. But Dad’s still the lovely, laid-back type he always was. And the girls are all grown up now… (Carole had two much younger sisters, Josephine and Olivia, nice kids) … Josie’s twenty-two and Liv’s twenty.”

“God, and here was me still seeing them as children.” I shook my head. “What happened to all those years?”

Carole laughed. “You say that now, just wait until you’re eighty! Well, this looks like your place.” She pulled the car into the kerb, applied the hand-brake and then delved into her bag for her mobile. “Give me your number.”

We exchanged details then I said: “Thanks for tonight, Carole. It was fun.” I made to exit the car and she grabbed my arm.

“Haven’t you forgotten something, Sarah?”

“What?”

“This.” She pulled me towards her and gave me a gentle kiss on the mouth. “I’ll call you soon.”

* * * * *

‘Soon’ was sooner than expected. I received a text the next day.

fancy dnr 2nite? kno gr8 little Ital. place. if yes, pick u up 7:30 ok? C x

As so often happened, my weekend calendar was filled with a great big empty space, nothing to do but sit at home with a good book and a bad film (or vice versa). It would make a grand change to go out with a friend. Would it be a date, I wondered, or just a friendly outing? Did it matter? Just the going out bit would be lovely. I snapped off a quick reply.

luv 2. broke d8 with cara delevingne 4 u. flattered? c u 7:30. S x

I really didn’t know how to dress for this ‘date’. I guessed that the Italian restaurant wouldn’t be a dress-up sort of place so in the end decided to keep it fairly simple with boot-cut trousers and light sweater over a white blouse. Add a much-loved necklace and locket, a touch of my favourite scent and I felt ready.

My door buzzer went at 7:30 exactly and there was Carole with a big grin. Thank goodness she had dressed in much the way I had, simple and understated. “I’m flattered,” was the first thing she said, “You must break a lot of celebs’ hearts, always cancelling dates with them for the likes of me.” She hugged me and gave me another of those gentle kisses. This time I was ready and responded. “Worth coming round just for that,” Carole added.

The ‘great little’ Italian place was called Massarella’s and was just that, a great little place, small, cosy and family-run, the atmosphere redolent with the wonderful smells of tomato and basil and garlic and slow-cooked meats and all the other ingredients that go into good Italian food. The proprietors, a plump Momma and Poppa pair, greeted Carole effusively and with big hugs as if she were a long-lost daughter then gave me the same treatment (“Any friend of Signorina Carole is more than welcome in our ristorante!”)

We had antipasto then I ordered a spicy puttanesca dish with a glass of Valpolicella and Carole had a meat dish called cotoletta alla milanese and sparkling water. I asked if she wanted some wine but she just smiled, shook her head and said: “I’m driving.”

As we were having dessert, a large shared dish of gelato al caffè, Carole reached out and placed her hand on top of mine. Her eyes sparkled as she said: “Sarah, do you remember that weekend sleepover at my place?”

On impulse I turned my hand so that our palms nestled against each other and linked our fingers. Did I remember that weekend sleepover…

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About two years ago, I decided to experiment with a fantasy of mine. For many years, I have enjoyed watching pornography with my wife of girlfriend and also enjoyed threesomes with them involving other men. I had never been sexually involved with another male, but I had always looking especially at the male organs when they were on screen and always made my wife swallow any of the cum that was produced by a strange man when we had our tryst’s. She would tell me how much she enjoyed it and I became interested in having my mouth filled with cock, but never acted on it for fear of discovery.

Two years ago that all changed, my wife and I were divorced and the internet was in it’s hey day and I decided that I wanted to meet someone and suck their cock. I didn’t know if I could go through with it or not, but I was willing to give it the old college try.

Well, I ended up with a bunch of replies and I narrowed it down. I answered 4 of them and began the meetings. The first man that I set a time with, the first time that I would have another man’s cock in my mouth turned out to be a heavy set man and he took me back to his house, I was very nervous and told him the quickest way to get over the problem was for him to drop his pants so I could begin to do what I came there for. His cock was about normal size and he had a nice set of balls, he laid back on the bed and I knelt on the floor beside the bed and looked at his cock Beycik Escort and balls, then opened my mouth and tasted cock for the first time. I guess I was a bit clumsy at it because he said he was having trouble because of some medicine he was taking and I only got a taste of what I would come to so enjoy.

Within a few minutes, a drop of his sperm hit my tongue and I went away from him still hungry to know what it would be like to eat cum.

The second man was that afternoon and I had told him that I would meet him, and called at the restaurant he went to, telling him who I was and asking if he still wanted to go through with it. He indicated that he did, and I paid for a motel room, and called him back and told him where to meet me.

When he knocked on the door, I opened it and found a very nice looking man, but again being a novice and nervous as hell, I just kneeled and undid his pants and he pulled his shirt over his head and I looked at him, standing before me nude, a very nice body, a bit hairy, but about a 7 inch cock and a nice set of balls. His cock was already hard and I took it into my mouth and started to work his cock and knew I had already begun to enjoy the taste of cock and began to suck him, wanting to taste my first full load of sperm. Again, because of my inexperience I was quick and before too long his cum coated my tongue and I swallowed and continued to suck Beycik Escort Bayan him. When I pulled my mouth from his cock he asked why I swallowed and I said I wanted to taste sperm, and he seemed a bit disgusted, but I loved the taste and feel of my first load. My lips were sort of sticky and I enjoyed that feeling as I drove home.

My third man ended up wanting me to meet him at a place and leave my vehicle, which I readily agreed to and two days later, I met Sam, I got in his truck with him and he took me to his house, let me into his garage and I got on my knees and he offered his cock to me. It was only about 5 inches long and I started to suck him, he moaned as I began to suck his cock paying special attention to the head, loving the smoothness and the taste of saltines and I took all of his cock in my mouth as I began sucking him. He warned me that he was going to cum and I just murmured “uh huh” and kept sucking. His cock exploded in my mouth and I kept swallowing, but it was so much that some escaped and soaked my beard.

When he was finished he pulled his jogging pants back up and we headed back to the truck. I told him he came a lot and I loved it. In the truck on the way to my vehicle, I tongued the sperm that still was in my beard and thought wonderful thoughts about his beautiful cock. I told him I really enjoyed it and we waved goodbye and I headed for home. The whole Escort Beycik trip home, I savored the still wet cum that I could lick off my beard, and knew for the first time that I was going to be a cum slut. I didn’t wash his smell off me for about 4 or 5 hours, just enjoying the smell of his cock.

That evening, I was contacted by the fourth man I had talked too. I was in heaven, I knew that I was going to have a mouth full of cock for the fourth time since I had started this little adventure, and I was looking forward to it.

I lived only about a mile from his house and I headed over to it. When I entered the house he ushered me into his bedroom where he had a porno on the TV. He pushed me to my knees in front of his dresser and pushed his pants down. His cock was about 7 ½ inches and quite big around. He grabbed my head and fed me his cock. I was backed against his dresser and he began to fuck my mouth. I gagged a little, and opened wide so as not to make him angry if my teeth hit him. He stood about 6’4″ tall and I knew he was in charge. I felt his cock pushing at my throat and he forced it into my throat and continued to fuck me like he would a cunt. I was stuck in this position for the next ten minutes, his cock fucking my mouth and his balls bouncing off my chin, until finally he started cumming. I swallowed all of his sperm, not wanting to upset him and he pulled back lay on his bed and told me to let myself out. I drove back home, having in my first two days sucking four different men. I knew I was in love with cocksucking and looked forward to my next encounters.

I awoke the next morning with a sore throat, not realizing just how hard he had fucked my mouth, but wanting to meet him again…

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Hey All, thought I’d start a new series based around my early 20’s… Thought I’d get it all written out before I hit my 30’s. 😉 Most of the chronicles I’ll be releasing are based on real-life experience as I explored my sexual urges with other men. Again, feedback on writing is enjoyed! I love some constructive criticism.

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Craigslist Chronicles: Chuck

It’s been a few days since my last hookup, as you can probably realize, I’ve been pretty damn horny. Alex is busy all week but will be free next week for a few days. (It’ll be my weekend, so I’m pretty damn excited about that). But, back to the here and now… What can I say, the craving is hitting hard today.

During my lunch hour, I filtered through the hundreds of ads, looking for another chill dude to hang out with. I sent out a few messages and awaited my responses.

Nothing, as my shift was nearly at its end. I felt like a junkie needing his next fix… I thought maybe I’d just hit up the adult toy store and finally get something fun I could use whenever. As my shift ended, I finally got a reply from the following post:

Chill dude lookin for same!” – 22

Hey all, looking for a chill dude like myself to hang out with. I work a swing shift so anything after 12:30am works great. Have my own studio apartment. I’m 6′ 160lbs, 8c, and completely ddf. Looking for another chill dude to relax with and smoke some 420. Fwb preferred!

Half white half black here.

I was psyched. Damn did this work out perfectly. From the pic he sent, he was a pretty cute black guy. Short curly black hair, with a somewhat innocent smile on his face. I guessed that he was pretty shy and/or closeted himself. As I sat in my car, we texted back-and-forth a bit, sure enough, he was. He also lived about 20 miles away. It was a bit far, but at this time of night, I’m not going to run into much traffic.

Once he sent me his address, I made my way towards him. Letting him know my eta was about 30 minutes, he promptly replied No worries, I should be getting home just a few minutes before you.

Took a little while to find some street parking, but once I did, I made my way towards his place. It was a pretty run down brick apartment complex right in the middle of the city. Walking into the entry, I began looking for his name on the buzzer.

After going through the long list, I finally came across his name. Chuck L.

Buzzing the number, I awaited an answer. The night was cold, somewhat foggy with the noise of the city loud behind me. Suddenly the door buzzed. I continued my way in, taking the stairwell to the 4th floor.

Exiting the stairwell, I saw him walking towards me wearing a tank top, gym shorts, and leather sandals. Reaching out to introduce myself in person, I firmly gripped his hand.

“Hey Man,” I started, “Name’s Evan. Good to meet ya in person.”

“Good to meet you too,” he replied as he guided me towards his door. “Name’s Chuck.”

He was pretty timid; we awkwardly Kınık Escort talked for a bit as he showed me around his place. It was pretty small; I guess your average sized studio apartment. A small kitchen and dining room, and in lieu of a couch in the living room area sat a queen sized mattress on the floor.

As we sat down on the bed, he reached for the remote, starting an episode of family guy. He was pretty quiet, only talking a bit during the commercials. An awkward small talk I guess you can say.

With the episode wrapping up, I sat a bit closer to him. Moving my hand towards the prominent bolds in his gym shorts and his gym shorts, I glanced at him and smiled. Slowly rubbing the outline of his cock, it started to grow and twitch.

This was his first encounter with another guy. He was pretty unsure of what to do, so I kind of lead the way and he just went along with it. We just sat there, side by side, watching the next episode with my hand massaging his cock.

A few minutes later, he slowly leaned back into the bed, causing his shorts to tower high. I slowly pulled down his shorts, pulling his cock down, revealing it inch by inch. As the shorts passed the head of his cock, it sprang up.

He continued to kick off his shorts as I slowly leaned over him, guided my lips towards his cock. He must have just showered before I showed up. The smell of old spice filled my nostrils. His dark brown skin was nearly flawless. Pubes were trimmed and neat. With two hands I grasped his cock, pulling downwards as his head touched my lips. As my tongue swirled around him, a shiver ran through him.

As my lips and tongue moved around his cock, the stiffer it grew. Slowly moving guiding his cock out of my mouth, my eyes gazed over his body. His skin was as soft as silk.

His cock was a bit longer than any other’s I’ve been with. It wasn’t as girthy, but it had a gentle downward curve to it. His perfect mushroom head flowed nicely down his flawless shaft meeting his nicely trimmed curly black pubes.

His cock was incredibly perfect. Smooth with a pronounced head. I’ve wanted to try deep throating, and I think I may have just found the right guy to practice on. As I took his cock back into my mouth, my lips and tongue greeted his firm cock with a warm welcoming. Looking up at him, he smiled back at me.

As I slowly took more and more of him in my mouth, I subtly moved to the floor on my knees. His legs were my head. I continued to force my way down his length, going deeper than I have had in the past.

My untrained gag reflex wouldn’t allow too much more as I started gagging. Looking back up at him, he slowly began guiding myself off his cock.

“How about this,” he said, “Wanna smoke a bowl with me real quick?”

“Sure,” I replied. “God, I haven’t smoked in a few months. And fuck, have never had sex while high… This will be fun.”

He grabbed my hand, pulling me off the floor, and guided me towards the Kınık Escort Bayan bathroom. As we entered, he pulled out his bog from the linen closet. Pointing towards the switch for the exhaust fan, he told me to flip the switch as he loaded the bowl.

After two bowls… damn, I was pretty baked. I had a terrible time concentrating on anything unless I focused on it. The one thing I did not have to focus on, however, was my utter horniness that was ravaging my body. “Damn,” I mumbled, “This shit is good.”

Making our way back to the bed, an idea crossed my mind. A few days ago, I was watching this porno of these two guys throat fucking. One of the guys was laying on his back on a high bed, with his head hanging over the edge. The other guy had a perfectly aligned shot of digging his cock deep into the guy’s mouth.

I told Chuck about my idea, and he quickly agreed it was something he wanted to try. His mattress was directly on the floor, so many instead of him standing, he would kneel, and it would work just as well.

Laying down on his bed, I positioned myself, so my head was hanging over the edge, just inches above the floor. Chuck got on his knees, his cock towering over my face giving me a great view of his well-hung balls.

Opening my mouth, he slowly entered me, pushing further and further until I felt the head of his cock snake its way back into my throat. Oh fuck, I was really doing it. The sensation was fantastic, the head of his cock warmly messaged the cotton ball like feeling I had in the back of my throat from being baked. I could feel every inch of him like I’ve never felt before. Every ridge, every vein. As he pushed deeper, my throat swelled to accommodate him. Bottoming out, his balls pushed against my face, pubes brushing against my bottom lip. I suddenly found with the ability to control my gag reflex completely.

He wasn’t thrusting his cock, he just left it, deep in my throat. After a few seconds, he withdrew most of himself so that I could take a quick breath. Ready for more, reached my hands around the back of his waist, pushing him towards me. This time, he quickly drew his cock into me, balls slapping against my nose. He continued thrusting with strength and precision.

Placing his hands on my shoulders, his thrusts quickened. Gagging for air, my throat began to tighten around his shaft with each thrust, throat bulging, feeling a new and exciting sensation. His pubes were grinding against my lower lip, balls spanking against my nose & eyes. Not knowing where to cum, he quickly removed himself from my mouth then punctually began expelling streams of cum, covering both my face and shirt.

Moving my hand around my face collecting his warm cum, I took what I could into my mouth. His cum was sweet, with the slightest taste of grapefruit. Taking off my now cum stained shirt, his cock stood proudly in front my face, ready for more.

Quickly making my way towards my bag, I grabbed a condom and a tube Escort Kınık of lube. As he rolled the condom on, I quickly made my way back to the bed on all fours, my ass in the air. Grasping the sheets in front of me, the length of his cock slowly moved over my ass. Feeling his cock slide in between my cheeks, up towards my back.

Sliding his cock back towards my hole, I felt him press against my tight entrance. Slowly he began pushing onwards. Being as high as I was, put my nerve endings on double duty. I could feel every square inch of his cock as he slowly slid into me, my anus stretching. His head moving deeper into me. The bulging veins of his shaft pushing through my entrance. I moved my focus closer to the feeling of his cock invading my ass.

Waves of electricity ran through me as he started thrusting. As his cock ran through me, it was similar to the cotton ball like feeling I had in the back of my throat. Stretching but soothing the walls of my interior. The feeling, still hard to describe, is something I look back to and remember to this day.

As his pace quickened, his balls began slapping against my ass as he bottomed out. His hands grasped the sides of my ass, which each thrust, pulling himself closer to me.

“Oh, my fucking gooood” I moaned. “Harder!”

His pelvis was slamming into my ass with force. I couldn’t help but grasp the sheets harder, closing my eyes, submitting my complete focus on his cock tunneling through me. Taking each blow as if it was in slow motion.

Suddenly, I felt a whole new sensation plow within me. I could feel the bare head of his cock sliding deep into me. My wails of pleasure grew louder as I released a long drawn out “Fuuuuck.”

“I’m comming!!” he moaned as I felt his cock spasm within me. A new gulf of warmth filled me as he let out a soft, “Oh shit…”

As slid his hard cock out of me, in slight laughter he stated, “I’m pretty sure the condom broke.”

“That would explain the warmth,” I replied with a grin on my face as I reached towards my ass, touching his hot cum dribble out of me.

My cock, so hard it hurt, pointed towards him as I got off the bed. While removing what was left of the condom, he knelt down in front of me, slowly taking the head of my cock into his mouth. His teeth were brushing my shaft as he engulfed me further.

I could fee his hand wandering towards my ass, swirling his finger around my cum flooded asshole. As he slid two fingers in, I pushed my cock deeper into his mouth. As the tips of his fingers explored my hole, he started pressing on my prostate, shooting a wave of pleasure through me.

“Oh fuuuck” I moaned as I plowed into his mouth releasing my load into his warm, welcoming mouth.

Both covered in sweat, we laid on the bed and continued watching some TV, Chuck’s flaccid cock resting between my cheeks. His hand tucked to my side, slowly moving his fingers in a circular motion, making my skin tingle.

After the show ended, we got up off the bed and started re-dressing. Making our way to his dining room table, he grabbed a couple of cokes out of the fridge, and we spent the next hour talking, getting to know each other.

As our night ended, I made my way back to my car. I could still feel his cum dripping out of me.

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It had been a long, rough day for Robyn. The new client had been especially difficult, and despite her best efforts, she didn’t think she was going to get his account.

It was 3:20PM on Thursday and Robyn decided that she’d done enough for the day. She phoned Diane, her assistant, and told her that she was going home. Davey and Sarah had gone out to find more toys and equipment for the den, so Robyn figured she’d have at least two or three hours to herself — she needed to unwind.

Once at home, she kicked off her heels, grabbed a beer from the fridge and flopped out on the couch. She dozed off after two sips.

“Hard day at the office?” someone asked her 30 minutes later.

Robyn shot up with a start, almost spilling her beer.

Stacey, her younger sister, stood at the opposite end of the couch.

“Omigod!” Robyn gasped, rising to greet her. “What are you doing here? I didn’t think you were coming until tomorrow.”

The two women hugged and returned to the couch.

“Thought I’d come in today and oversee the party planning.” Stacey informed her. “I got here this morning after you’d left for work. Davey and his new girl came and got me at the airport.”

Stacey’s attitude towards her sister had changed since their encounters on New Year’s Eve. She regarded Robyn less as her older sister and more as her new toy. This was the first time the two of them had been alone since that wild night.

“So,” Stacey began staring intensely at her sister. “Did you miss me, Robyn?”

Robyn blushed and could no longer look at her sister.

“Well?” Stacey insisted. “Did you?”

“You know I did.” Robyn finally confessed, shyly looking down at her hands in her lap.

“Good.” Stacey replied after a pause. Smiling, she gently brushed back Robyn’s hair to expose her ear, leaned towards her and whispered harshly: “I missed you too, sister — I missed taking you — I missed using you!”

When they were younger, her sister had always been the more outgoing, sometimes more bossy, of the two — always wanting things her way. But this was a lot different than arguing over toys or clothes; this was a side of Stacey that Robyn was still trying to become accustomed to.

Stacey’s “dark side” intimidated and excited her — Robyn trembled slightly.

“I think I’d like a beer, too.” Stacey told her, settling against the cushions.

Promptly, Robyn rose went to the kitchen and returned with a beer poured in a tall Pilsner glass.

“I hope you don’t mind that I put my things in your room?” Stacey announced more than asked. “I think I’d like to sleep with you tonight. Maybe I’ll join this ‘Sarah-girl’ another night, once I get to know her better.”

“That’s just fine.” Robyn nodded, hoping her sister would notice how pleased she was with the idea.

“Come with me.” Stacey abruptly ordered, rising and heading for the stairs.

Robyn followed her sister up the stairs and to her bedroom.

“Strip. Leave nothing on.” Stacey said.

Again, Robyn did exactly as she was told. Within minutes she had removed every piece of clothing or jewelry she was wearing.

Standing at the window sipping her beer, Stacey hadn’t even turned to notice her sister standing there naked and waiting for her next order. Robyn stood there silently, watching her sister and waiting; her nipples and pussy began to tingle.

Once she had drained her glass and placed it on the bureau, Stacey finally turned to look at Robyn. She smiled and pointed to the bed. Robyn walked over and sat.

“Now undress me.” Stacey ordered standing only inches in front of her.

Robyn proceeded to slowly and carefully remove her sister’s clothing; starting with her blouse and finally ending with her red-lace thong.

Shoving her back onto the mattress, Stacey climbed on top of her sister; she roughly pulled her hair as she forced her legs between Robyn’s thighs and began grinding her pussy against hers. Robyn could only moan as her sister sucked and nibbled at her bottom-lip.

“That’s right, sis!” Stacey growled at her. “All mine! All mine! Anytime and anyway I want you, you’re all mine!”

Stacey forced her tongue into her sister’s mouth; they shared a hard, wet, passionate kiss for several minutes. Both women could feel the wetness and the orgasms building between their thighs.

Turning into a 69-position, Stacey smothered her sister with her pussy.

“Eat me, bitch!” she snarled. Robyn put as much of her tongue as she could manage into her sister’s hungry pussy, sucking and lapping at her clit.

“Oh yeah, that’s it.” Stacey moaned. “Eat my pussy just like that. Stick your tongue up in there. Stick it in my ass too!”

Robyn complied — running her tongue across her sister’s tight asshole.

“Yes!” Stacey snarled through clenched teeth. “You like licking my shit-hole, don’t you? You nasty, fucking whore! Lick my tight asshole!”

Stacey spread the lips of Robyn’s pussy with one hand and began pinching her clit with the other. Robyn twitched Arapsuyu Escort and moaned, with her mouth full of Stacey’s crotch.

“Stick your fingers in my pussy!” Stacey ordered. Robyn pushed her middle and index fingers into her sister’s snatch and slowly pumped them in and out.

“My ass, too!” Stacey gasped.

Surprised by the request, Robyn slowly worked two fingers from her other hand into Stacey’s tight ass, until she DP-finger-fucked her sister at a steady pace. She bucked her hips against her sister’s hands and face, loudly moaning her approval.

Stacey then lowered her face to Robyn’s pussy and began eating her as well; Robyn was again surprised and pleased — this was the first time her sister had gone down on her. They licked, sucked and fingered each other for several minutes — the smell of pussy and the sound of hungry, wet pussies filled the room. Robyn was the first to reach her orgasm. With a loud squeal and shuddering thighs, she came — squirting juice onto her younger sister’s face.

“Very nice.” Stacey smiled, climbing towards the head of the bed. “Now you can get me off too!”

Stacey rolled onto her stomach and buried her face in Robyn’s pillow.

“My pussy and my ass!” Stacey reminded her as she raised her hips and spread her legs.

Kneeling behind her sister, Robyn inserted her fingers into her like before. She worked Stacey’s ass and pussy hard — at this moment, nothing in the world was more important than making her cum.

“Fuck me, you bitch!” Stacey moaned, looking back over her shoulder. “Fuck me hard and make me cum!”

It wasn’t long before Robyn’s efforts paid off. Stacey gave in to an intense, full-body orgasm — she collapsed into the pillows to catch her breath.

“That’s good — that’s good…” Stacey gasped. “Come here.” She said pulling her sister up to cuddle behind her. They hugged and kissed until she fell asleep.

Robyn slowly rose and left her sister to rest. She returned to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Davey and Sarah arrived an hour later.

“Looks like someone has been having some fun!” Davey chided upon seeing her in the kitchen wearing only a t-shirt. “Guess you were pleasantly surprised to see that my mother’s here?”

Robyn winked at her nephew and raised the back of her t-shirt to flash her ass. Later that evening, the four of them sat down to dinner and discussed the plans for the next night’s party.

The following morning after breakfast, Robyn answered the door to greet the other young ladies in her nephew’s “harem”. Kathy and Saudie both fit the mold for the type of woman that Davey seemed to be into: Plain Janes. Both were in their 20s, nerdy, and a little timid. Both also wore clothes that neither would have chosen for themselves.

Kathy was an Ohio-raised blonde. She was 5’5″, slightly plump, had large breasts (32-C) and thick legs. Her most noticeable feature were her wide blue eyes. Despite the make-up and designer clothes, everything about Kathy said “small-town girl”. In fact, the day she left for college was the first time she’d ever traveled outside of her state.

Saudie was the exotic gem in Davey’s collection. Born in Bangladesh, she had been raised in Toronto after her parents moved there when she was still an infant. Saudie was only 5’1″ and had a pear-shaped figure. Her breasts were smaller (B-cups) than the other ladies, but she had very wide hips, thick thighs and a large “bubble-butt” (like a miniature Kim Kardashian). Her straight, jet-black, waist-length hair, dark complexion and dark eyes also made her stand out from the rest.

Both shy and timid at first, the new arrivals came out of their respective shells once Davey entered the room. Taking a few moments to show both of them special attention, Saudie and Kathy seemed to come alive and relax in their new surroundings. This exchange had the added effect of bringing out a tiny jealous streak in Robyn and Sarah, who both secretly wanted Davey to themselves. This was also something that Davey was fully aware of, and just another part of his plan.

The remainder of the day was very relaxed and casual for all. Kathy and Saudie placed their belongings in the room with Sarah, showered and changed. At Stacey’s insistence, the women all spent most of the day huddled around the kitchen table “getting to know one another”. In actuality, it went more like a job interview or an interrogation as Stacey asked them about anything and everything that came to mind. No question was too intimate, no subject too personal — they were expected, and did, answer completely and honestly. Robyn too was subjected to her sister’s inquires.

Meanwhile, Davey spent the majority of the day in the den completing the preparations. Occasionally, he’d leave to pick up some last minute item. Shortly after he’d moved in, Davey had announced to Robyn that the den (or basement) had become “off limits” and under no circumstances was she, or Sarah, to go into that room without his permission. She did Escort Arapsuyu not question nor disobey her nephew’s instructions.

After dinner everyone gathered in the living room where Davey poured them each a glass of wine.

“Well, mother, ladies,” he began, “I think it’s time we got this evening’s festivities under way.” He raised his glass.

“I want you all to know,” he continued, “that I love and desire each of you. Each in your own way has allowed me to reach and understand levels of my psyche that I never dreamed existed. Tonight, is for each of you.”

He nodded and they all drank.

“Now,” he announced placing his glass on the coffee table. “Go to your rooms. You will find that I have chosen your attire for this evening. Once you’ve changed, join me in the den.”

They all rose and went to their respective bedrooms. Davey had in fact left an outfit on the beds for each of the women, including his mother. Stacey’s outfit — all black — differed from the others: a thigh-length, silk robe, thigh-high stockings, a lacey thong and matching bra, and stiletto heels. Robyn’s outfit — all red — consisted of a leather-studded dog collar, a thong, and a silk, waist-length robe; there were no stockings or shoes.

About 30 minutes later, they all met in the den. Davey greeted them at the bottom of the stair, wearing his favorite black silk shorts. The other ladies were dressed in outfits identical to Robyn’s, differing only in color. Sarah wore all blue, Saudie all purple and Kathy all green; each also wore studded dog collars and no shoes.

When Robyn entered what was previously her sparsely used storage and exercise room, she was stunned. The once white walls were now painted medium grey, and her treadmill and stationary bike were gone. The floor was now covered in a deep-red thick, shag carpet, and the windows covered in thick red curtains. The flat-screen TV now sat atop the fireplace mantel, with the stereo, speakers and DVD-player on an adjacent shelf.

Equally surprising were the new additions to the den. A dark-wood chair, resembling a throne, stood on a foot-high platform against one wall, with a small red pillow sat at its feet. Several of the toys that Davey had previously purchased hung from a tool-rack on the opposite wall. In front of the fireplace was a full sized mattress on a low-level platform; black silk ties were attached to metal rings at each corner. Various lengths or rope or chain hung from the ceilings, and in the center of the room were 3 racks of different sizes and configurations. The only item that Robyn recognized was the small wet bar in the corner.

“Very impressive, honey!” Stacey congratulated her son.

“Thank you, mother!” he grinned taking a bow, “Please ladies, take a few moments to get familiar with everything.”

Walking around a room in her home that she no longer recognized, Robyn began to wonder: How did he do all this? Who paid for all this? Did the neighbors see him bringing these things in?

At the wet bar, Davey filled six shot glasses with whiskey and passed them around. He pointed a remote at the television, and a porn film filled the screen; the lamps in each corner also dimmed. Robyn didn’t recognize that the movie was one that Davey had pulled from her personal stash.

“Let’s party ladies!” Davey announced knocking back his shot. Each of the women downed their drinks, as he took his place on the throne.

“First order of business.” He announced to Robyn and the 3 girls. “For the remainder of the evening, and any time you enter this room, you will address me as ‘Master’ and my mother as ‘Miss Stacey’. Is that clear?”

“Yes Master!” the four answered in unison.

“Good.” He smiled. “Now, you will each pay homage to your Master. Please line up before me.”

Davey had the four of them line up side by side before the platform, where they eagerly waited for him to call one of them forward. “Mother, you first.” Davey announced, shocking them all.

“Oh well,” Stacey sighed, feigning annoyance. “If I must!” She had been leaning against the bar watching her son.

Slowly Stacey knelt in front of him and took his rigid dick in her hand. She paused and looked back at each of the women intently watching her every move, smiling slyly as she devoured him.

“No!” Robyn screamed in her head.

Until now, her sister had shown no interest in being with Davey, not even in touching him. The jealousy that she and the other girls felt was almost too much. They all wanted to beg or make her stop, but only stood by helplessly and watched as a mother greedily sucked her son’s cock. Davey moaned loudly, much louder than he had for any of them, making eye-contact with each.

“Mm mm!” Stacey moaned, licking her lips when she’d had enough. “That was so good!”

Walking slowly before each of the women, she roughly pulled them each by the hair, forcing their mouths to hers as she assaulted them with her tongue. Beginning with her sister and ending with Kathy, Arapsuyu Escort Bayan she repeated the action with each. Davey looked on with delight.

“Doesn’t he just taste so damn good?” Stacey inquired when she was done.

“Yes, Miss Stacey.” They answered hesitantly. The mutual displeasure was obvious.

“Do I detect a little annoyance?” Stacey shot back.

“No, Miss Stacey.” They all answered in an attempt to avoid any problems; but it was too late.

“I think we’ll have to teach a lesson or two tonight.” Davey finally chimed in.

“Definitely!” Stacey agreed. “Each of you bitches, drop those robes and get over there and kneel!” she snapped, pointing to the long saw-horse in the center of the room.

Nervously, the four of them shed their robes and climbed onto the rack. It was made to hold five people in a kneeling position, placing the user in an almost inverted pose. They watched anxiously as Stacey went over to the toys hanging on the wall and slowly made a selection.

Sarah and Robyn gasped and trembled as she pulled down the leather paddle that Davey had used on them a few days before. Their reaction didn’t go unnoticed by Stacey.

“Oh, I see you two are familiar with this little beauty.” She said slapping it against her hand.

Walking behind them, Stacey playfully tapped each of them on their asses. Sarah, who didn’t really care for spanking, was the most nervous of the four, constantly turning her head to see where Stacey was or what she was doing.

“Eyes front!” Stacey snapped at her, tapping her a little harder. Still sitting on his throne, Davey began to laugh.

“I want each of you little cunts to understand something,” she continued, slowly pacing behind them and dragging the paddle across their asses. “I will do what I want, where I want, how I want and with whomever I want. And none of you sluts is allowed to have a problem with it or an opinion about it; is that understood?”

“Y-yes, Miss Stacey!” They answered nervously.

“If I choose to fuck and suck any of you OR my son — I will! If I choose to fuck your siblings or parents — I will!” she went on, her intensity building. “Do you get me?!”

“Yes, Miss Stacey!”

WHACK!

Stopping behind Sarah, Stacey gave her a sharp, hard swat across her ass causing the girl to cry out and nearly jump from the rack. Ordering her to remain still, Stacey gave her an even harder swat and repeated her question.

“Do you get me?!!”

WHACK!

“Yes, Miss Stacey!” Sarah cried, tears welling in her eyes.

WHACK!

Randomly moving from girl to girl, Stacey next brought her attentions to her sister. Robyn, who knelt at the opposite end of the rack, had figured she would be last.

WHACK!

“Yes, Miss Stacey!” Robyn cried out, hoping that 2 swats would be all that her sister had planned for her, as she clenched her teeth.

WHACK!

Next came Saudie, kneeling on Sarah’s right. Stacey took great pleasure in watching the tiny woman’s ample, dark ass cheeks jiggle. She even gave her an extra swat before asking her question.

“Yes, Miss Stacey!” Saudie sobbed. Even Davey had never struck her this hard.

WHACK!

Stacey had deliberately saved Kathy for last. Davey had shared with her that Kathy really loved to be spanked, so she put extra effort into the punishment she gave the girl.

WHACK! WHACK!

Stacey gave Kathy extra swats across her wide flat ass — delighting in watching the girl’s cheeks turn bright red. She received a total of 8 swats, raising her hips in anticipation of more.

“Oh yes, Miss Stacey!” Kathy moaned, tightly gripping the cushion of the kneeling rack. It was clear to all that she enjoyed every moment of her punishment.

“Now that we’ve got that out of the way,” Stacey panted, climbing onto the throne that Davey had now vacated. “When I call you over, you will come and eat my pussy.”

Saudie was the first to be called. She crawled down from the rack and hurried over to the platform, where she knelt on the small red pillow. With her eyes closed, Stacey spread her legs and pulled her thong aside. Saudie buried her face between the older woman’s thighs. She was followed by Sarah, then Kathy and finally, Robyn.

While his mother had her way with them, Davey took the opportunity to stand before each of the waiting women and receive a blowjob. After one was called to service his mother, he moved on to the woman who returned.

“I have decided,” Stacey announced standing next to Saudie and Sarah, “that the two of you are very talented pussy eaters! You are definitely naturals!”

Davey smiled and gave her a thumb-up as he pumped his cock in and out of his aunt’s throat.

“Come with me.” She said to the two smallest of the four women.

Stacey led them to the mattress which was covered in a black satin bed sheet. She instructed Sarah to lie on her back and spread her arms and legs. When she did, Stacey bound the slim, young red-head in a “spread-eagle” position using the silk ties at each corner. She then instructed Saudie to also lie “spread-eagle” so that she was in a perfect 69-position on top of Sarah. Stacey securely bound her wrists and ankles as well. Smiling and admiring her work, Stacey slowly strolled around the bed as she gave her next instructions.

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By the time I’d turned 50 I was becoming comfortable with the fact that I had homosexual thoughts and at least bi-sexual tendencies and or curiosity. My level of interest in same-sex activities increased as my wife’s libido decreased. Unfortunately this orientation and associated behaviors was not acceptable in the eyes of my loved-ones and peers. Consequently I remain closeted to this day…

Three instances of my participation in homosexual behaviors occurred over the past five years. All of which occurred after extended absence of intimacy in my marriage.

The first time I took out a quick ad on Craigslist saying that I was bi-curious and looking for answers & guidance. Out of the many replies one stood out. He was my age, single bi-sexual and he was willing to allow me to explore my curiosity without expectations.

We met at his house. We talked for a few minutes and got to know about each other’s lives (outside of the sexual aspects.) After a while he looked me in the eyes and asked me what I would like to do with regards to my sexual desires. I told him I’d never been with another man but that recently I’ve been wanting to experience the act of orally pleasuring a man, I wanted to know what it was like to give head, to have a cock in my mouth. The truth is (and I didn’t tell him this part) I wanted to know if I could even do it and if I could would I spit or swallow?)

He stood and asked me to follow him to his bedroom. We stood facing each other at the foot of his bed and looked each other in the eye.

Finally, after what Kestel Escort seemed like forever, I reached out and began to unbutton his shirt. I peeled it back and kissed his nipples as I unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants. He kicked them the rest of the way off as I moved my face down his abs towards his waist and positioned myself on my knees before him. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of his tidy whities and slowly slid them down. When the waistband nearly reached the end of his hardening cock I moved my face to his torso and put my lips and tongue on the base of his cock. Running my tongue from his pubic bush down towards the tip, I removed his briefs entirely and engulfed the head of his cock in my mouth. It felt so hot (and I mean actual heat) in my mouth. It also felt a lot larger than I expected.

I pulled my face off and grabbed his ball sack as I moved back a bit for a better view. I stroked him gently as I examined him. Lust now ran through my veins where blood used to be. My own cock pressed hard against my slacks.

His package was smallish, maybe 6″ hard and not more than an inch and a half thick. I was pleased by this, knowing that I could probably handle putting most of his meat into my mouth. He was straight and smooth with a few strong veins along the shaft and a gorgeous helmet that looked more like a warhead than a mushroom. I was very happy with this particular penis being my first.

As I stroked he produced a droplet of pre-cum and I took that as my “it’s now or never” signal.

I Kestel Escort Bayan brought my face closer. I inhaled his mild but manly scent. I grasped his balls and pulled him in as my mouth filled with his manhood. I began to suck on his cock. I smiled as I thought to myself “On my…now I’m officially a cocksucker!”

I washed his head and the underside of his peehole with my tongue. I wanted to taste more of his pre-cum. I was sucking and stroking and tugging at his balls. Still on my knees before my first gay lover, I began to taste him as my mouth filled with his now steadily flowing pre-cum. This only encouraged me to redouble my efforts. I stroked and sucked and pulled faster and stronger…I worshiped his manhood with enthusiasm and intent. I looked up into his eyes as I pleasured his wonderful cock and balls. He smiled at me, closed his eyes and slowly let his head fall back…

Minutes later, suddenly, without prior notice his body stiffened and he began to moan loudly. My mouth filled with hot liquid and I instinctively swallowed. (And swallowed, and swallowed some more!) His seed tasted somewhat salty and not exactly delicious, but not rancid or off-putting. A taste I could get used to I thought to myself as I sloshed his remainders about in my mouth.

As his orgasm subsided I eased his cock out of my mouth without spilling a drop. So many questions had been answered. I was in awe of the moment. I felt as though this moment, right now in the afterglow, I was exactly where I belonged. I was Escort Kestel truly happy. I could taste his seed in my mouth, a taste that was still not overly pleasant, but a taste I savored just the same. It was the taste of success.

I felt a sense of accomplishment. I had achieved a goal that I’d previously considered just a fantasy.

He then lifted me onto the bed, unzipped my fly, pulled out my cock and with very few strokes sent my seed flying about the room and onto my shirt and face.

That first experience could have been a turning point in my life. I absolutely enjoyed the man to man experience. Under different circumstances I could have crossed over and declared myself gay. But I’m not. I still also like women and I still love my wife.

A number of my questions were answered that day; I am capable of making love with another man. I love the feeling of engulfing and sucking cock. I love the heat and manly aroma. I love swallowing hot spunky sperm directly from its source.

Unfortunately I never returned to that man’s house and we never talked again. My bad — and I’m certain — my loss. I still had a lot to process.

My ultimate dream is to share a cock with my willing wife. If only.

I imagine it would be perfect to be able to love her the way she wants me to when she wants me, but to have another man for me to pleasure as well when she’s not interested.

My two encounters since do not hold a candle to my first. Neither went very well and I’ve become rather particular. I occasionally meet someone and wonder if they’d be interested in me, but I lack the courage to follow up. (By the way, I do the same with women though too…)

So I’m still searching. Looking forward to the next time an opportunity presents itself and all the time secretly wishing my wife would join me in this pursuit.

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Company Cocksucker CH 02

by Wesea112©

Getting to know my role as an on call cocksucker with my new co-worker.

*****

Continued from chapter one…

Sunday morning came as I slowly woke up from sleeping, a bit hung over from all the drinking the night before. I looked over at the clock and saw that is was 9:15 AM. Looking over at the window showed it was another grey and rainy day and thankfully we had weekends off so it would be a lazy day. I reached up and rubbed my eyes and as the haze of sleep wore off, I remembered the events of the previous night in Kent’s room. The tightness of the dried cum on my face and neck reminded me that I had shown my love of sucking cock to Kent and agreed to be his cocksucker. As I remembered sucking him the night before, I could feel the blood rushing into to my cock and I was overcome with the familiar craving for more cock but also the guilt and apprehension of seeing him again and wondering how he would act towards me.

I got up and brushed my teeth and splashed water on my face, re-wetting the dried cum and releasing the musky scent of it on my face. Licking my lips, I could still taste it faintly, making my cock hard again. I needed to go up and eat before the hotel restaurant closed for breakfast, so I got into the shower and cleaned up. The hot water in the shower mixed with the rest of the cum on my body as I massaged it on my skin and washed it away. I took the time to use my razor to shave my face, balls and ass making myself nice and smooth. I have always loved the feeling of being smooth, I even shave my legs as I am an avid cyclist, which is the excuse I use with my wife anyway.

I dried off once out of the shower and got dressed to head to breakfast, wondering if Kent would be up there too. I checked my email before leaving and noticed a single email in my inbox from Kent. It read:

Thanks for the great head last night Steve! Looking forward to more of it today. Kent.

It was obvious that he had plans and wanted me to suck his cock again today. I know I had agreed to be his on-call cocksucker, but sometimes, especially if I allow myself to cum and not keep edging, my desire isn’t as strong. I reflected on sucking his cock the night before and began to feel the familiar switch inside my mind, where the guilt of sucking cock disappears, and I crave doing it again. I tried to put the thought out of my mind as I headed out the door and up to breakfast.

I wandered up to the dining room where a few of my coworkers were eating at various tables. Dave and Ed had room at their table and invited me to eat with them. As we ate and small talked, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket with a text message. Checking my phone, I saw it was a message from Kent:

Missed you at breakfast, I have something for you to eat now. Cum get it cocksucker!

Needless to say, I was a bit surprised and quickly put my phone away in case someone saw the text from him and his caller ID. We had all traded numbers in case someone needed a ride or wanted to study etc. and worried someone would catch a glimpse and read it. For the rest of the meal, visions of Kent’s hard cock kept popping into my mind, and I was looking forward to sucking him again. After I finished eating, I excused myself and went back to my room. About 30 minutes had passed and I didn’t want anyone to see me go straight to his room. Once alone in my room, I texted him that I had just got back from breakfast and was worried someone might see me go to his room. I was waiting for his response when I heard a knock on my door.

Opening the door, Kent was standing there and just pushed his way into my room and the door shut behind him. As I backed up, I said in a low voice “Hey man, I thought we were going to be discrete about this?”

“Yeah, and I thought you wanted to be my on-call cocksucker?” he said, with an angry tone. “When I tell you to come suck my cock, I expect you to show up and perform.”

He reached out and put his left hand behind my neck and then forced the fingers from his right hand past my lips and into my mouth. Holding me there he asked, “Are you my cocksucker?” I tried to say yes with a mouthful of fingers, “Say it, tell me you’re my cocksucker.” He commanded. I responded as best I could mumbling the words with his fingers in my mouth.

“Good boy”, he said shoving his fingers deeper into my mouth. “Seems we have some training to do so you know your place in this relationship. It might get a bit too noisy to do it here, so we’re going for a ride.” He said as he pulled his wet fingers from my mouth and then grabbed my cock and balls, squeezing them tightly. To my surprise, my cock was growing. His forcefulness was turning me on and I know he picked up on it too.

“You like being manhandled don’t you Steve, submitting to an alpha like me don’t you.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Well then, grab your coat and keys and let’s go for a ride.”

All I could do was nod yes as he released Mahmutlar Escort his grip on my crotch. I went to the closet and grabbed my coat and headed for the door.

“Go start your car, I’ll be out in a minuet, I need to get my jacket.”

We left my room and I headed for the door to the parking lot while he went to his room. It was cool and damp out as I walked to my SUV and started it up, waiting for Kent to come out of the hotel. He came out of the hotel right away and I could see the bulge in his jeans as he walked towards my SUV smiling.

“Let’s go find a place to have some outdoor fun.” He said and with that, I headed out of town towards the hiking trail where I had met that other guy at.

“I know a good place that’s secluded not too far from here.” I told him not adding the fact that I had met a stranger there already and sucked his dick in my SUV.

As I drove out of town, Kent unbuckled his belt and pants and took his semi hard cock out and began stroking it. I kept glancing at his cock as I drove, trying to focus on the road while he played with his cock and balls. After a few minutes he reached over with his left hand and smeared his musky hand over my nose and then put his thumb into my mouth.

“Do you like the smell of my cock and balls Steve?” he asked.

“Yes Sir.” I said as I began to instinctively suck on his thumb. The smell of his musky balls and pre cum was strong and made my cock begin to twitch in my jeans. Glancing over at his growing cock, I could feel the familiar lust for cock growing stronger in my mind.

“Good Steve, now you said last night you wanted to be my on-call cocksucker, but you didn’t show up when I summoned you this morning. If you’re going to be my cocksucker, then you better show up right away when I decide to allow you to service me! Understood?”

“Yes Sir, I was in the middle of breakfast so I…” I tried to explain right as he slapped my mouth shut.

“I don’t want excuses cocksucker, your mouth is just a tool to serve my cock, I don’t give a fuck what you were doing, when I tell you to come suck me, you better show in less than 5 minutes, GOT IT?”

“Yes Sir, I understand.” I said solemnly as I turned off the road and headed up to the remote place I had gone before.

“Yeah, you’ll understand alright, especially after I correct your unresponsiveness this morning.”

I didn’t know what to think of that, I knew that he expected things to be a bit noisy which was why I was driving to a remote spot outdoors, but I had no idea what might be in store. I was thinking that maybe he was going to have his way with my ass, but I wasn’t sure. I did know that I was starting to feel that I may have gotten myself in too deep with this guy but was hoping I would just end up sucking his dick a lot and being fucked now and then as we had talked about.

Kent had put his semi hard cock away and had zipped up his jeans as we got to the turn off for the secluded place I had been before. It was off the main road quite a way and in a meadow on a bluff surrounded by trees. I parked the car and shut off the engine and looked over at Kent. He looked around and with a wry smile, he got out of the car and motioned for me to do the same. I followed him over to a large rock and he sat down, motioning me over to him. He reached up and I thought he was going to put his fingers into my mouth again but instead, he grabbed my ear and twisted it painfully while pulling me down. I winced in pain, groaning as he pulled me face down, over his knee. I struggled a little as he grabbed my hair and held me there.

“The more you resist, the more it’s going to hurt boy.” He said in a low growl as he smacked my ass with his right hand. “You’re gonna take everything I dish out today and learn your place faggot, so the sooner you submit, the sooner you’ll get rewarded with my cock. That’s what you want right boy? You want to be my cocksucker, right?”

“Yes Sir…” I gasped, “I just want to be your cocksucker, I’ll do a good job and won’t be late again, I promise.”

“You better, now, time to get started, you like being manhandled right Steve? That’s what you said last night…” he said as he reached under and removed my belt. He then pulled my arms behind my back and used my belt to bind my forearms together, preventing me from moving and he laid another hard smack on my ass, through my jeans as my body tensed up, over his knee.

“Every time you fuck up and don’t do as I say, I’m going to spank your ass hard enough to make you cry! You can scream and beg, but I won’t stop until there are tears rolling off your cheeks. You’re going to be my bitch and obey my every command!” he said into my ear, while pulling at the back of my jeans, pulling them down and exposing my ass.

“Yes sir, I understand.” I said as I felt to cool air on my now exposed ass cheeks, it felt soothing after being smacked and Kent began rubbing my ass and sliding his fingers into my crack, Escort Mahmutlar teasing my hole. I relaxed a little and was beginning to think the worst was over as he played with my ass. My cock began to grow and Kent felt it on his thigh. It was soon apparent that me becoming aroused was not part of his plan and in an instant, he smacked my ass with all his might five or six times in quick succession. I yelped out loud and his hand slapped my bare ass, stinging, tightening with each slap as the sound echoed through the empty woods.

“Today you are going to learn obedience. It was nearly 45 minutes from when I texted you this morning until you responded, and I came to your room. So now Steve, I’m going to spank your ass until you’re begging me to stop. Every time you don’t do as I say, you’re going to get a hard ass whipping.” He said.

“If you still want to be my cocksucker, you will agree to these rules. If you want to quit now that’s fine, we can end it here. But before you decide, know that your career with this company will be over!”

My head was spinning, what had I got myself into with this guy? I needed the job for sure, and I did enjoy sucking his cock, but submitting to the punishment was daunting… being smacked by this strong guy was really going to hurt based on what I had already received, but I really had no choice… after a long pause, I gave him my answer.

“I agree, I agree to your rules Kent.”

“I knew you would see it my way Steve, think of it as a great new beginning for you. This proves your place in the food chain, at the bottom, and you are about to become my property to use when I see fit.” He explained, “Think of this as your initiation… Are you ready Steve?

“Yes… I’m ready.” I said, steeling myself for what was to come.”

“That’s a good faggot Steve.” He said as I felt him reach down and fumble with his pants, undoing his belt. He told me to stand up and then removed my shoes and pulled my pants the rest of the way down and off. He then pulled my t-shirt over my head and back around my bound arms before sitting back down and motioning me to get over his knee again, while holding his thick leather belt in his hand.

I was cold, naked and bound in front of this man who was clearly about to spank me into servitude. I was nervous, but also strangely excited as I have always been turned on by being the submissive bottom type. I dropped to my knees and bent at the waist, over his knee and waited.

“That’s a good boy Steve.” He said as he rubbed and squeezed my cheeks, again, probing at my hole and squeezing my cock and balls. “This is turning you on isn’t it? I can tell, your cock is leaking.” He said as he wiped my pre cum on my ass.

He didn’t wait for my answer, and with his arm raised high, swung his belt down and onto my right cheek with a resounding slap! I nearly jumped off his knee and screamed out loud. My cheek stung and uncontrollably tightened.

“Count it out Stevie boy or I will start over.” He laughed.

“One” I said gasping.

The next blow went to my left cheek with a loud slap!

“Two” I grunted…

He whipped my right cheek again,

“Three” I blurted out…

And it continued. He kept whipping away at my stinging ass, alternating left and right while I counted each spanking. He stopped at 20 and squeezed my ass, it was on fire and his touch made it feel even worse it was so tender.

“Your little ass is getting red Stevie boy, I can see my belt prints on it. Stand up.” Slowly I stood, and my semi hard, leaking cock gave away my excitement despite the pain. I could also see the bulge in his pants showing that he was enjoying this more than me. He stood and pulled his cock out, slowly stroking it then forced me to my knees in front of him then began to rub his cock all over my face, spreading his pre cum over my lips and nose and smacking my face with his cock. I instinctively opened my mouth, hoping that we were done with the punishment and I could suck him off now, but he slapped me across the face with his hand saying,

“You don’t get this cock yet Fag, we are not done yet.”

He opened my mouth again with his fingers and then leaned down and spit in my mouth and again on my face before smearing it all over my face.

‘You’ve only earned my spit so far.” He laughed.

He turned me around and untied my arms which were aching by now after being tied back so long. Sitting back down on the rock, he told me to get into the wheel borrow position, me facing down with my hands on the ground in front, my thighs resting on his thighs, legs on either side of his torso. I got into position and he pulled me back further, spreading my legs and exposing my hole between my red ass cheeks. He continued kneading my red ass and teasing my hole with his thumbs before laying down several hard slaps in quick succession, causing my ass to flex and tighten, making each smack even more painful.

I was writhing Mahmutlar Escort Bayan in pain, my ass cheeks burning. I have always liked having my ass slapped and the thought of being spanked always turned me on, but this was something entirely different. I had no control and had agreed to fully submit to this man, he was physically re-enforcing the fact that he owned me, and I would be obedient of suffer even more.

He spit on my hole and I felt his thumb rubbing around my hole. Despite the pain in my cheeks, his thumb probing at me felt good and I opened up to him and let out a slight moan.

“Well, how about that Stevie, your ass is nice and red, and it must be stinging, yet you like me teasing your tight little pussy don’t you?”

“Yes… I do…” I moaned.

“Is that pussy as ready for dick as your mouth is faggot?” he asked loudly. “You want me to fuck that pussy, fill your fag hole with my swimmers, knock you up?”

“Ummmmmm I would love that, but… well, I’d want to make sure it’s nice and ready for you.” I said hoping he would go along and let me make sure it was nice and clean for a good hard fucking.

He reached down and picked up his belt and teased it over my cheeks and then, without warning, whipped my ass with his thick leather belt over and over. My ass cheeks tightened and spasmed as he whipped me so hard my eyes watered and I whimpered there, shouting and crying out…. I could barely breath it hurt so bad…

“Ahhhhhhhgh fuck” I gritted through my teeth… barely getting the words out, “Please…. Stop.” I cried feeling like my ass was on fire. “I’ll do anything Sir… Please stop.” I moaned, my eyes watering as he gave one last lash with his belt.

“Well boy, you said you would do anything, so from now on, I own your mouth and ass. You better hope your hole is ready, I’m going to fuck that boy pussy today and your gonna beg me for more, got it bitch?” He growled while whipping my ass one more time.

Nearly crying from the pain and whimpered “Yes Sir… I will do as you say.”

“Good” he said as he grabbed my ass and pushed me forward and off his thighs. My arms were so tired I crumbled to the ground at his feet as he stood up and told me to get on my knees in front of him. I did as I was told, kneeling on the cold, wet ground in front of him while my ass still burned in agony… I reached back and felt the welts on my cheeks, I could only imagine how red they were.

“Well Stevie boy, I guess you have earned some cock.” He said as he stepped forward, stroking his cock with one hand and still holding his belt with the other. I opened my mouth, tongue out, want to show him I was ready to serve his cock.

He slapped his cock on my face again and rubbed the growing tip over my lips. His cock was wet with pre cum as I hungrily licked and sucked at the tip. I parted my lips and took the head of his growing cock in my mouth, using my tongue on the underside of his glans, licking back and forth. I reached up to use my hands on his shaft and his smooth, low hanging balls only to receive a lash from his belt on my back.

“No hands faggot, only your mouth on my dick.” He grumbled. “You will keep your teeth off my dick too, even if I’m whipping your ass. GOT IT BOY!” he yelled.

I must have let my teeth touch his shaft which obviously didn’t please him. I did my best to mumble “I’m sorry Sir.” With his cock still in my mouth. With my hands on my knees, I continued to work his cock, sucking him, licking around the head and his shaft. He grabbed me by my hair and guided my head up and down on his cock, shoving it balls deep into my throat. I opened my throat and took his assault, noisily sucking, with my throat slime starting to ooze from the corners of my mouth off my chin.

After a while, his cock was rock hard and I could feel him getting thicker, and harder. He pulled his dripping cock from my mouth and grabbed my hair again and shoved my face to the ground. My ass was up in the air as he held my head down against the damp meadow floor, I could feel the dirt and grass sticking to my face as I tried to look up at him from one side.

“Stay just like that boy. Don’t even think of moving.” He said as he walked around behind me and took his pants the rest of the way off. He then kicked my knees apart, spreading my legs with his feet and stood behind me. I was face down in the grass, ass up, legs spread wide, my red, welted, ass cheeks and hole completely exposed when I felt his fingers probing my ass. He leaned down and spit on my hole again as he worked one, and then two fingers into my ass. He pushed them in knuckle deep, spitting on them, twisting them in and out. I could feel my hole begin to loosen, even as it tried to twitch shut as he invaded my ass.

He stood up behind me and told me to stay right were I was and not to move. “Keep that face down and ass up boy.” He said as he walked away behind me. I continued to kneel with my ass up in the air, exposed. Now feeling the cold air on my red ass and wet hole. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see he had gone to pick up his belt that he had left behind. He then went over to his clothes, searching for something… I remained there, naked on my knees with my chest and face on the meadow floor, not moving and not knowing what to expect next.

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We all remember our firsts, right? I was the odd/shy guy in school. I wasn’t the coolest guy in High School not even close if I’m being honest. I was friends with Jack who was the coolest guy in school. Because we lived on the same street growing up. We remained friends in High School. We were both on the wrestling team so we were bonded by that and he didn’t let the other guys fuck with me. Being a wrestler and his friend afforded me invites to parties I really shouldn’t have been invited to in the first place. My social standing in school was often a disadvantage. I wasn’t a bad-looking guy but I lacked the muscles the jocks had. When we started Senior year I had just turned 18. I had put on some muscle from working out with my teammates over the summer. Because of this turn of events, I gained access to a whole new caliber of girls in school.

I knew who was dating who and I knew who the available girls were I had my eye on a couple of them. I would talk to the single girls and stay away from the ones my teammates were dating for the most part. Except for Tina Morris, she was dating my neighbor and we became close. He knew that I wouldn’t do anything with her because of our friendship.

Tina was right out of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue. She was a brunette with big tits had amazing nipples and kept her pussy neat and trimmed but the landing stripe was nice and thick. She sent me a pic by accident and I replied back that she had sent me the file by mistake. She said if I wanted to look at the picture it was cool with her as long as I didn’t tell Jack or share it with anyone. I agreed with that. She came to school the next day and cornered me in the hallway next to my locker.

“Did you look at the picture?” She asked. I looked at her and smiled.

“I did and damn girl Jack is a lucky fucker,” She smiled and leaned into my ear.

“Could you return the favor after school?” She whispered. My face turned red as I looked at her.

“You’re serious? Okay but the same deal you don’t tell Jack and you can’t show anyone,” She nodded her head and agreed. We walked into class and she sat beside Jack like she always did. After class, we walked to the lunchroom. I sat with my friends and Tina joined us. She wanted to hang with me for lunch. I didn’t mind. I enjoyed her company. Jack came over and joined us sitting between me and Tina. That’s odd. After we finished eating lunch Jack asked me to come to his locker with him to get a book. He wanted to bring it back to the library. We got to his locker and he opened it.

“Bro, what’s going on with you and Tina? He asked? I looked at him unsure what to say.

“What do you mean man? We’re friends,” I said. He took a book out of his locker and put it in his backpack. He slung his backpack over his shoulder. As we walked away from the locker he grabbed me slamming me against the lockers.

“Stay away from her. She’s off-limits. I’ve never had to ask you this before but I’m asking now,” I looked at him in disbelief for a moment.

“Of course Bro, She’s your girlfriend we’re friends. Tina came around the corner seeing Jack with his hands full of my jacket. She jogged up to us.

“Let him go Jack damn it! He’s your friend. Why would you do that to one of your oldest friends? I adjusted my jacket and turned to go to 3rd-period class. Tina smiled at me.

“I’m sorry Jay,” she said with a hint of sweetness in her voice. I nodded to her and went to class. I was thinking about what Jack had done and said to me. I was working on some math homework in study hall when Tina walked up to my table and sat down. She did her social studies work. I finished my work and sat there watching her write. Her hair was different she was hiding her face.

“You okay Tina?” I asked her. She turned her head to reveal she was crying. “What is it?” I put my hand on her shoulder to comfort her.

“Jack went off on me for interrupting him earlier with you. What was he saying?”

“I don’t want to get into it. It was nothing he’s worried that we are getting to close to each other,”

“He has this weird thing where he believes that guys and girls can’t be friends. If they are friends they must want to fuck each other,” We both laughed. I gave her a side hug. “You have a bunch of girls that you hang out with and how many of them have you fucked?” She asked? I looked at her for a moment. I didn’t want to answer that question. I shrugged my shoulders. “Oh no you have to tell me now,” she said looking at me anxious for my answer.

“None I haven’t fucked any of my female friends,” I said as I put my head into Kundu Escort my hands. She got close to me. She leaned into my ear.

“You’re a virgin?” She asked? I looked at her and nodded my head.

“You go to the parties and spend a lot of time in rooms with girls. Surely you’ve gotten a blowjob or a nice handy before, right?” I shook my head. I leaned into her ear.

“I prefer to give oral sex or flange sex than receive it,” I said to her she smiled

“What a gentleman,” She said as she gave me a quick hug I hugged her back.

For the first time since I’d known her, I started to get hard for her. I pulled away from her unsure what do to at that point. I got up and went to the soda machine and got a soda I got her one as well. I got a bag of chips to share as well. I sat down at the table and handed her the soda and put the chips between us. She opened them and took one.

“It was my turn to get the snacks,” she said pushing against my arm. I took a chip and dropped it on my lap she looked down and I was busted. She smiled as I picked up the chip and ate it. She looked me in the eye and smiled.

“Show it to me, I dare you,” She whispered. I shook my head no. I looked around she stood up and leaned over giving me a peek down her top her tits were perfect. “Come on a flash,” She whispered. I looked around and we were in the corner so no one could see me. I unzipped my pants and pulled my hard seven-inch veiny cock out and showed it to her. I put it away and she smiled.

“You’re huge!” she said with a smile. I can see why Jack keeps you as a friend you would get so much pussy with that monster,” she said. I laughed at her.

“I don’t get a lot of pussy. I’ve never even seen a girl naked outside of a yahoo chat room,” I said.

“Ever gotten head or a handy?” She asked? I looked at her shaking my head.

“Wow! That’s amazing. I know a few of the girls that would love to do that for you. You have a lot of girls who would love to date you,” She said as she took another chip from the bag. After study hall my cock went back into hiding. During 4th period Jack and I spoke about Tina and what happened after I walked away from them in the hallway.

“Did she cry to you in study hall?” He asked? I nodded my head. “Figures. Look man I’m stressed with school and college stuff. Can we forget about earlier?” He stuck out his hand and we shook hands and did the bro hug. It was a dead issue. I walked out to the bus alley to get a ride home with Jack and Tina. I saw Tina standing alone. I walked over to her and didn’t say anything at first. She turned and saw me.

“Jack told me to take the bus home he was heading to the gym to blow off some steam. Will you sit with me on the bus?” I nodded my head and we got on the bus. We sat on the bus waiting to ride home. She leaned her head on my shoulder.

“Are you still going to send me a picture of it?” She asked? I shrugged my shoulders.

“Come on!” She begged. I smiled at her and nodded my head. We got off the bus and she went to the other side of the road. She lived on the other end of the street from me and Jack was between n us. I went to my room and took out my webcam and set it up to take the picture for Tina. I got it well lit and set in the chair I put her pic on my screen to use as motivation. I took a couple of good ones and sent them to her. I got dressed and then got a snack. I was getting ready to go on a run before dinner I put on my shorts and tank top. I had my headphones in as I jogged to the end of my driveway. I turned on my music and set out down the road. I passed Jack’s house and he waved to me he was with Denise a cheerleader, with big tits and blonde hair. They were holding hands. I passed Tina who was jogging in the opposite direction. I turned around but I was too late Tina saw Jack with Denise holding hands on his porch. She jogged up the driveway and busted them. I jogged up the driveway to help in any way I could. Tina broke up with Jack and walked away.

“You’re a dumbass. Throwing away a five-year relationship for a night of fun with the town bicycle,” I said before I jogged away. I caught up to Tina who was crying we went on a jog to blow off steam we decided to jog down the trail behind the houses. We stopped for a water break. She took a drink from her bottle of water. Seeing her sweaty body glowing in the sun was different than I’d ever seen before. She smiled at me. I smiled back.

“I got the file by the way. Nice. I liked seeing it in person more,” She walked over to me and we sat on a log. She sat close to me. She took Escort Kundu her little black bag off her shoulders.

“Why did you bring that thing with you?” I asked? She put it between her legs. She took another drink from her bottle of water.

“I couldn’t get our earlier conversation out of my head. and I was thinking if you want I could give you your first handy,” I looked at her for a moment unsure what to say or do. She leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I kissed her back she put her hand on my cock as it started getting hard in my shorts. I slid my hands up her body and touched her tits through her sports bra. I touched her nipples and they were erect and she grabbed my hard cock in my shorts.

We continued to kiss. I moved to her neck and kissed it licking slowly to her ear.

“I want to eat your pussy,” I whispered as she nodded her head. We stood up and she took her shorts off she wasn’t wearing panties. Her beautiful thick landing strip pubic hair and pussy were sweaty and smelled so good. I laid my sweatshirt on the log and she sat on it I knelt down and she spread her legs and kissed her thighs. And licked her clit softly a few times teasing it.

“Wow. That feels so good!” She said as I continued to lick her clit like it was my job. I slipped a finger into her tight pussy as I worked my tongue around her clit in small slow circles.

“Oh fuck yeah. Like that,” she moaned as she laid back on the log and played with her nipples. I fingered her pussy and licked her clit. I felt her legs begin to shake as I slipped a second finger into her honey pot. She put her hands in my hair and held my face tight against her pussy as she came all over my fingers and face. I continued to eat her pussy I wanted to make her cum more. I slipped my fingers deep into her pussy. I licked her clit faster and with more pressure than before she pulled my hair as she came again and again. She released my hair. I cracked my neck and I helped her sit up on the log.

“Wow! That was fucking incredible, You really are good at that,” she said. I stood up and took a drink of water from my bottle. She put her shorts back on. She untied my shorts and pulled them down to my thighs. My cock was already hard. She opened her bag and pulled out a bottle of Astroglide. She sat me on the log and poured lube on her hand and rubbed it along my cock slowly at first.             

“I want you to enjoy this you can cum whenever you want to but if you can hold off that would be cool. If you can hold off the orgasm will be better too,” She said as she slipped her hand along my cock. My balls were so tight as her hand slipped along my prick.

“I’ve always wondered what this would feel like with someone else doing it,” I said she looked up at me and smiled.

“From me or anyone?” She asked? She gripped my cock hard waiting for the answer.

“From you,” I said as she took her pointer finger on her free hand and wiped a bit of pre cum off my cock head. She licked it from her finger. “That’s hot,” I said as my orgasm built.

“Where do you want to cum?” She asked as she started to quicken her pace.

“I can let it fly if that’s okay with you?” I said as my legs started to tighten up.

“You could cum in my mouth, its flavored lube. Let me know when your gonna blow and we’ll figure it out,” she said. She continued stroking my cock as I began to sweat under the warm sun. seeing the sweat running down her back as she beat my cock.. My legs stiffened I looked down at her she was smiling as she gave my cock a squeeze.

“I’m gonna cum!” I moaned as she jacked hard and fast.

“Let it go!” she said. I lost control and my load shot out of my cock all over her face and tits she kept jerking my cock after I came. She licked a bit of cum off my cock and then pulled a small towel from her bag. She wiped off her tits. She then licked my cum off her face which was so hot to me. We got dressed and I walked her home. We sat on her front deck when we got to her place. She leaned her head on my shoulder as we watched the sun going down. She took me by the hand and gave it a squeeze.             

“I want you to know that what we just did for each other doesn’t have to change our friendship. I wanted to do that for you even if we hadn’t caught Jack cheating. You’re special to me and I wanted there to be something special between us,” she said with her head on my shoulder.

I kissed her on the top of her head and she took her head off my shoulder looking into my eyes. I kissed her softly on the lips she pushed me back against the bench Kundu Escort Bayan and straddled me. As we continued to make out. I put my hands on her ass as wrapped her arms around my neck. We kissed she pulled off her sports bra and put my hands on her tits. I held them and squeezed them a bit before she pushed my face down into them I licked them, nibbling each of her nipples. My cock got hard in my shorts pushing against her pussy she moaned. She pushed her hips down into mine rubbing my cock with her pussy through our shorts. She pulled my hands off her ass and pushed them down her shorts. I grabbed both of her sweet cheeks in my hands.

“Should we go inside?” I asked? Her ass fit perfectly in my hands. As we kissed again now moving to french kissing. Feeling her tongue wrapped around each other and my rod was stone hard.

“We can fuck right here. I have a condom in my bag,” She said as she got up and took off her shorts. I pulled my shorts down and she reached into her bag and pulled out a condom. she handed it to me I opened it and rolled it onto my hard prick.

She straddled my legs and lowered herself onto my cock slow and steady.

“Fuck it’s so big!” She moaned as took it balls deep. She bounced on it hard and fast as we kissed passionately. I held on to her ass cheeks digging into them as she rode me hard. Listening to her pant while she rode my cock was so intoxicating.

“Want to try it from behind?” She asked? I nodded my head and she got up and bent her perfect heart-shaped ass over the bench. She guided my engorged dong into her wet pussy and I pushed it in balls deep. I pumped slow and steady.             

“You can go harder. Do what you want I can take it,” She said as she looked over her shoulder. I put my hands on her hips and pushed in hard and fast my balls slapping against her clit. She moaned as I went to town on her pussy.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum all over your cock Jay! Don’t stop fucking me,” She moaned as her legs started to shake. I could feel her juices dripping onto my balls. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. She started to rub her clit as I pounded away.

“Cum inside me James I want it, baby,” She said and I pushed into her balls deep hard as I filled the condom with cum. I pulled out and took the condom off and put it in the trash can on the deck. I put my piece away and she put her shorts back on. We turned around to see Jack standing on the porch he had watched us fuck. He looked at me and then at his now ex-girlfriend. He walked away as we sat back on the cum soaked bench together.

“How was it?” She asked? I didn’t say anything for a moment.

“It was better than all the times I jerked off thinking about fucking you,” I said as I kissed her head again.

“Why didn’t you say anything before?” I wanted to date you for so long. I thought you had no interest because I was with Jack,” She said as she got up and walked to the door of the house. She walked inside. I followed her.

“I didn’t say anything because you were or I thought you were out of my league. I didn’t think you would like someone like me,” She went to the cupboard and got some crackers out. She then to the fridge and got some pepperoni and cheeses to make a snack plate for us.

“Well, I think we both know now how well we fit together. In more ways than one,” She said as she put the snack tray together with a smile on her face. Her mother came in from outside.

“Hello James, it’s nice to see you. It’s been ages. How are you? She Asked?” I looked at her and then at Tina.

“I’ve been well. I think you’re gonna be seeing more of me Mrs. Morris,” I said as Tina picked up the snack tray.

“Mom we’re gonna go play video games can James stay for dinner?” She asked?

“Of course, he can. A nice guy like him is always welcomed here. I prefer him much more than that caveman Jack,” she said with a laugh.

“Jack and I are finished we caught him redhanded with that skank Denise. James is my guy now,” she said. We went downstairs to the basement. As we played games she looked at me.

“As I said earlier what happened today doesn’t have to change our friendship unless you want it to change?” She said as she took a piece of cheese from the plate and fed it to me. I smiled before I bit the cheese.

“I think we should give this, give us a try,” I said as I took a piece of pepperoni off the plate.

“What about Jack?” She asked.

“He’ll have to get used to it. I mean he’s the one who really ended things with his actions. He is the reason you broke up with him. He has no one to blame but himself. If he wants to hate me that’s on him. I’m only worried about making you happy and keeping you that way,”

We finished the snack plate and had dinner with her mother and as I left her house that night we kissed on the porch. What a day that was. I’ll never forget Tina Morris…

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