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I pulled into my garage after a long night with family celebrating Christmas. The first thing I noticed was my dogs in the backyard. I’m positive that I closed the back door when I left. Although it was an enclosed back yard and I never locked the back door, I certainly closed it each time. Second, I noticed more lights on indoors than I left on, having intentionally only left on the kitchen light for the boys. Something was amiss.

I had a webcam installed in the kitchen but my phone had died during the early evening so I wasn’t prepared for what was waiting at home for me. Unfortunately for whoever my guests were, I wasn’t what you’d call ‘normal.’

I walked into the backyard and greeted my boys. They were excited to be outside. The warmer weather this year prevented them from any danger and I was pleasantly surprised that my intruders had opted to let the dogs out versus harm them. They’d get some slack from me for that.

I kept the boys outside as I entered the kitchen through the back door. I paused for a second to listen for them and didn’t hear anyone. I searched my house and found nobody. Many things were missing including my computer, a few TVs, and lots of clothes which I found strange but I guess could make a small amount of cash on the right market.

Calling the cops should have been my next action, but as I said, I’m not exactly normal. Over the past 10 years or so I had discovered and honed some extraordinary abilities to say the least. This was one of the many times I got to exercise these powers for my own vigilante justice.

It wasn’t hard to detect the energy in the house. There had been three intruders about 4 hours ago, just after dusk had settled. They were pretty quick and had been in-and-out within 30 minutes. I could feel their aura and detect their movements, into the car in route to their hideout.

I quickly let the dogs in, fed them, and made sure they were content before pursuing my new toys for the evening.

I should say now, that although I try not to play jury and judge in everyday circumstances, I’m human. This means that my need for justice sometimes get the better of me, especially when I’ve been drinking and am, embarrassingly admittedly, horny. While I didn’t intend on pursuit to do anything sexual, catching the ‘bad guy’ is satisfying in it’s own merit.

It didn’t take me long to find the men involved. A 30 minute drive with my supernatural GPS leading the way was all it took. The men were holed up in an apartment downtown. Before knocking on the door, I cast a spell to enclose the barriers of the apartment in a soundproof shield. I wasn’t yet sure what the night would be involving, but I was guaranteed privacy to do-so as I felt fit.

I should also call out that as I’m writing this I’m binging on Fireball. While the events may be true, I’m apt to miss some details on the evening and maybe exaggerate some events. I’ll try not to, but whiskey and happy memories cloud my writing skills.

I knocked on the door.

Muffled conversation from beyond the wooden door muted and I heard footsteps approach the door. Someone clearly looked the the peep-hole and whispered, “It’s the guy from the house!”

My pictures with family and friends must have given me away. I should have worn a mask, wig or conjured a disguise. Oh well.

I raised my Altınova Escort hands, clenched my fists, and the door evaporated. The guy who whispered was still walking towards his friends when I stepped into their hideaway. I released my fists once I was through the threshold and the door re-materialized behind me, sealing the sound-proof barrier I created originally.

The next events happened pretty quickly. Basically the two men further in the apartment saw me come through behind their friend. They both reached for guns near them and told their friend to duck. He did, not quite knowing why, and bullets burst from their guns towards me. I only titled my hands towards them and each bullet turned into fun confetti spraying the room in Christmasy cheer.

It only took a couple bullets from each before they paused in shock from what was happening. That’s when I got to get a good look at what was before me. I did notice my stuff in the background, but I focused on the men. Again, there were three of them. The two ‘shooting’ at me were clearest to me since I saw their faces. One was a skinny little thing, wearing whatever, and the other was a quite defined hunk of 5’10 ish. He was wearing dark black jeans and a gray wife beater on top (classy, I know).

I looked down towards the man who was still in the process of dodging all the shots and he was a bit thicker. Still had muscle below the girth, I could tell, but not as ripped as his friend in black jeans. This chubbier man had light blue jeans on and that was all, no shirt.

I wasn’t really in the mood still and wanted to get down to brass tax.

“You all robbed my house tonight.”

“No, it wasn’t..” the muscly guy started to say. He was unable to speak once I drew my hand up.

“That wasn’t a question. You robbed my house tonight. However, you only stole material items from me, which I will be taking back. You didn’t hurt my dogs. I really do want to thank you for that. Whose idea was that?”

There was a few seconds of silence in the room before the chubbier guy spoke up from the ground a few feet ahead of me. “That was me.”

“Good, I’ll find a way to pay you back for that tonight. Let’s start with names. Who are you all?”

The muscly guy was first to speak, arrogantly, “Who the fuck are YOU?!”

“Oh, I’m going to have fun breaking you in, sir.” was all I said back. A few seconds of silence passed before the others understood they should answer my question.

The skinny guy said his name was Michael and the chubbier guy was named Dan. I said, “Sorry Michael, you’re not my type. Could be a good or bad thing, but you’re going to jail. When you get there, you’re only to explain your crime but not the location or that I was here, got it?”

He was under my spell at this point and could do nothing but comply. “Yes sir.”

I waved my hand in his direction. He began to glow and vaporized before his friend’s eyes. It was a simple teleportation spell to me, but his friends thought he had melted or something heinous.

Dan finally spoke, “What the hell did you do?! What did you do to Michael?!!?”

He was panicking, clearly. I waved my hand to cast a soothing spell on both of them and it worked just fine.

“Listen. The three of you did something bad tonight. Michael is going Altınova Escort Bayan to pay for it the traditional way. Better or worse, you two are going to pay for it a different way. Are either of you gay?”

The muscly guy was first to throw outrage. “We’re not some fucking queers! Fuck you!”

“Oh, I wouldn’t throw around such verbs just yet. And what was your name?”

“Fuck you!” was all he said. So be it. A quick wave of my hand and some words was all it took.

“Stand up. Strip down to your underwear and tell me your fucking name.” I probably didn’t need to be so rude.

He did as he was told. All the while Dan watched in awe. One this adonis of a man was in his boxers and nothing else, he simply said “Adam.” He quickly regained control after his commandsA were through and tried to redress himself.

“Thank you, Adam. See how much easier that is? Now now, don’t touch those clothes. You want to stay in your underwear, for now.” And he did. “Dan, you gay?”

“No, I’m.. I’m not gay. I have a girlfriend!”

“That’s awesome. Good for you Dan! Tonight though, you’re gonna be gay. Are you okay with that?”

Dan was confused and couldn’t really respond with words. He just looked at me blankly.

“Okay Dan, here’s the scoop. The quick background. Neither of you are escaping tonight, and both of you will be doing things you never thought possible. That’s because you vandalized my home, and as a result, I’m going to vandalize your body. Since you didn’t hurt my dogs though, you’ll both get to walk out of here alive. And since you were the one to save my boys, you get a bit more choice tonight.”

Dan and Adam looked scared and confused, as they should be.

“You get to choose who is bottom and who is top tonight!”

The both continued their blank stare of confusion. Really, have they not heard those terms before? I feel like every body knows what they mean.

“Dan, would you like to be fucked by Adam or fuck Adam?”

Dan went pale and Adam went red with anger. He got out one “Fuck yo-” before he was unable to talk due to a twist of my wrist.

“You only have those two options Dan.”

Dan looked at Adam’s furious face and then back to me, unable to decide. I chose to pry into his thoughts to get a read on him. I was surprised and excited by what I saw. Dan was a dirty little queer under it all, and I loved it.

Dan’s inner voice: “I want to fuck Adam so badly, I always have. But I can’t say that, can I? He’ll never forgive me. Maybe if I let HIM fuck ME he’ll like it and then we could start a relationship. No, Dan. That’s stupid. He’ll never love you like that.”

I was saddened and excited. Their relationship would never actually work, but they fucking robbed me. I wasn’t looking for happy ever after for them. However since Dan did choose to not hurt my dogs, I would let him have this night. Even if it was heaven for him, it would be hell for Adam and that’s all I cared about.

I spoke first. “Well, since you guys won’t make a decision I’ve made up my mind. Adam, you’re losing your cherry tonight.”

He was still unable to speak but the beat-red his face became was clear he wasn’t a fan.

“And the first thing you can do is help your buddy Dan out with all those clothes! He had way too many on. Take Escort Altınova it all off.”

Adam was resistant the entire time. I was impressed by his iron will. However, Dan’s clothes slowly started to end up on the floor all the same. Dan was more muscular than I thought. While he had curves to him, all of his edges where rimmed in muscle. There was a piece of me that wanted Dan to myself.

When Dan was down to just his boxer briefs, I could tell Adam was resisting as hard as he could. Dan was at least attempting to feign resistance but his obvious hard-on was giving him away to me.

“Adam, take them off.” is all I had to say.

Adam hooked his fingers in Dan’s waistband and yanked. Dan gasped as the cool air hit his cock, springing upward to face Adam. Dan was decently hung. I’d guess around 6-7 inches but pretty thick. His balls where average and all-around a good looking package. Adam wasn’t a fan of anything.

“Adam. Suck his cock like it’s your first popsicle, but hate every minute of it.”

I wanted Adam to suffer. Right, wrong, or different I felt like he was behind the whole thing and wanted him to pay the most. Also, fuck douches.

Adam placed his tongue against Dan’s length and polished each side. Dan was clearly in heaven, no mental spells needed. After Dan’s cock was coated in saliva, Adam began to (try and) deep throat it. Adam was only able to get a few inches in but that was good for a first timer.

I was started to get hard myself but decided tonight was about Adam and Dan.

As Adam bobbed up and down on Dan, I could tell he was getting close. Knowing my own powers, I decided to let Dan have this one. “Finish” is all I whispered to Dan.

Moments later he was clenching his face and body as he began to erupt into Adam’s, un-wanting mouth. “Swallow it all, Adam.” is all I said to complete the ritual. He hated each ounce but swallowed it all the same. Dan clearly had gone a while, because Adam almost chocked on the quantity.

I wanted the night to continue further but the wine and adrenaline was hitting me all too quick. I asked Dan if he would help me out, seeing as he had some gay tendencies at the very least.

Dan was eager without provocation to come undo my belt and jeans. When he released my own 7 inch giant Dan quickly engulfed it into his mouth. Embarrassingly, it only took me about 30 seconds to come into the back of his throat. Ribbon upon ribbon of white substance flowed into Dan’s accepting mouth.

Once the waves of euphoria subsided, I figured I needed to punish them even if I wasn’t in the mood to ref the involvement.

“Dan, once you regain enough steam, I want you to fuck Adam. You can use lube if you want, but I’m not requiring it. Adam, you’re going to hate every second of this but will not fight back. Once it’s over I want you each to think about what you’ve done and what it’s cost you for at least 2 hours. Adam, you can then walk to the nearest police station to turn yourself in. No clothes. Let your shame make you. Dan, you seem like you’ve been caught up in a world that isn’t you. If you’re willing to quit this thieving life for good, do so. If not, walk with Adam, naked, to the cops. At the very least you’ll have a prisoner to keep your cock warm.”

I walked out of the sound-proof apartment as Adam began his first screams of “Dan, stop! No, you don’t want to do this! Stop! Unggghh!!”

I returned home ready for sleep, but happy to share this fun story. My life has been anything but normal since I discovered these powers. And although I try to use them for good, my human instinct sometimes gets the better of me…

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Chapters 1, 2 and 3 tell the story of Chris and Justin, roommates in their sophomore year in college. Justin is an athletic frat boy with lots of animal charm, and quickly turns the sexually inexperienced Chris into his live-in submissive. Justin’s volatile and violent personality, however, eventually frighten Chris into asking his Resident Advisor for new quarters. Instead of sympathy, Chris receives a severe ass-whipping from his RA. Afraid to return to the room with Justin, Chris manages to find temporary housing with an older female friend; simultaneously, a hookup app leads him to Mark, who provides physical and emotional solace, including Chris’ first kiss.

Halloween was over, but pumpkin cutouts and tattered cotton spider webs still adorned the doors and common areas of Kroetzger. Chris rolled his suitcase down the first-floor hall he hadn’t entered for two weeks, a spring in his step. He looked calmer after his sojourn with his friend Pat, but the biggest contributor to his good mood was his date tonight with Mark. They had seen each other four times now. Four times! Each one had been better than the last. It was such a blessing to spend time with someone older. Granted, 27 was not old, but it was a world away from Chris’ college-age peers. Mark had a much broader worldview, a more informed perspective. And he was just so damned hot. Muscular pecs with amazing dark hair, solid arms, a hairy belly, and an enormous uncut dick with pubes as dense as a black, hairy rainforest. But the eyes – the eyes would have kept Chris coming back no matter what the rest of him looked like. Warm, ardent, and a brilliant royal blue, shining over a sexy pair of lips, and a manly, trimmed beard. Mmmmm.

Chris put his key in the door of 119, and opened it confidently, knowing that his jock roommate, Justin, would not be home. They had not seen each other since Justin had punched him repeatedly in the stomach two weeks ago after coming home drunk; they had made up, if you could call it that, by email. Chris had deliberately picked a time to move back in when he knew Justin would be at his frat house – Friday at 6 p.m. That gave him time to unpack the clothes and books he had taken to Pat’s house, and get showered and ready for his date with Mark. It had been a pain commuting to school from almost 60 miles away, but necessary.

Justin had not truly apologized in his emails; far from it. However, he had also not made any references to his head injury, or even to their sexual activities and the Dom/sub dynamic that Justin had forced on Chris from the day they moved in. Well . . . not entirely forced, Chris had to admit. He had been a very willing participant in almost all of it. He was sure that if he didn’t have Mark to focus on, he would have been really craving Justin’s meaty cock in his mouth, and his delicious musky ass in his face. And his feet. And . . . well, fuck it, Justin was an asshole, but he was still very hot. And Chris had gone from complete sexual inexperience to giving daily blowjobs and all sorts of other twisted shit. If it hadn’t been for the violence, it would have been pretty great. Except . . . except he wouldn’t have met Mark. Who was sooooo dreamy.

Chris may have had conflicting urges about submitting to men, but he sure as hell knew he loved to kiss. That was his favorite thing now, and it seemed to be Mark’s, too. After their first meeting, they had gotten together for coffee three times, then headed back to Mark’s condo for some messing around. Never more than oral yet – at first Chris’ ass had been too swollen and bruised for Mark to really feel like he could do more than rub it sympathetically. Even today, if you looked closely, you could still see some fading yellow marks from the RA’s razor strop. But also, Chris had carefully managed their time together so he was never there too long before he “had to leave to get back to Pat’s” – enough time for some great cocksucking, for sure, but not enough for anything else. He had resisted dinner, too. Tonight would be the first time he’d have a meal with Mark. It was in part a strategy to keep Mark interested, but even more it was shyness, and the small voice deep inside him that didn’t believe Mark could be genuinely interested in a short, cute but dorky guy with a small dick and chest stubble.

Ugh, that stubble. Chris had kept his face clean shaven, but had decided, with Mark’s support, that his natural hairy chest was an easier, more comfortable, and all around better choice. It was taking for-fucking-ever to grow in, though. The pubes were coming back too, but Mark had threatened to shave them again once Chris was recovered enough to begin some Dom/sub kinkiness.

Sounds fun, Chris thought with a smile. He might be a little nervous, but after two weeks he was also incredibly horny to try some of the nasty things he and Mark sexted about, some of which he already knew he liked because he had tried them with Justin.

And then there was anal sex. Mark was not subtle about reminding Chris Ahatlı Escort how much he wanted to plant his uncut dick in Chris’ virgin hole and shove it repeatedly as far in as it could go.

Chris grimaced involuntarily. Even with someone as nice as Mark, it was going to hurt. A LOT, with a dick that size. And although he wanted it as badly as Mark did, still . . . it was his first time, and he wanted it to be special. Memorable, but in the right way.

Chris already had his outfit picked out for the dinner date – his one fancy shirt, dark blue with a nice pattern on it, and olive slacks. It looked good with his light brown hair and blue eyes. They were going to an Asian fusion place that Mark loved – not formal, but expensive. Mark’s treat, obviously; Chris was a student, and his boyfriend . . . could he call him that? . . . was in advertising.

Dinner was early, at 7:30 – and in the city, too. Better hurry. There was one piece of extra business to attend to. Chris pulled a small package out of his backpack – a Fleet enema. Just in case. Doing this in a dorm wasn’t ideal, which was why it was so important that Justin not be there. He would have to take it up his ass and hold it in his room, and then speed walk to the bathroom. Administering it in the shower, or in the stall, was ill-advised due to the risk of discovery. And he couldn’t have done it this morning, because its . . . practical effect . . . would have been over by the time it would have been useful.

The things we do for the merest hint of possible sex, he thought. Christ, I can’t wait until I have my own place.

Chris accomplished his mission without leaving a trail of spots on the carpet from his room to the toilet. Well done, you, he thought. You’re a champ.

Fuck, that’s what Justin had called him, when he had been feeling friendly.

Well, you’re going a great job, kiddo. Chris smiled. That’s what Mark called him sometimes.

Into the Jeep, heat on high against the November cold; drive, park, enter the restaurant.

And there was Mark, waiting for him. Impeccable in a trendy blue suit that matched his eyes. They kissed hello.

“You look great, kiddo,” Mark smiled.

“Thanks, you too . . . Sir.” Chris whispered the last word, feeling daring. Saying it gave him a hard-on.

Mark’s eyes lit up. This little fucker was so damned cute. And the kinky depths that lay within . . . Mark could only imagine. He sprang his own boner, and walked to the table awkwardly, having a lot more to conceal than Chris.

Dinner was a dream. Great food, and the waiter benevolently didn’t ask Chris for ID before bringing him a Manhattan. Chris had always wanted to try one, and had been trained a bit by shots of Justin’s Knob Creek, of which there was always a steady supply in their room.

“Do you want dessert,” Mark asked?

“I’ve eaten enough to feed a terracotta army.”

Mark rolled his eyes, but kindly. Chris was a history major, and his attempts at humor were so endearing. He made jokes a man three times his age might have found funny.

“Me too. Let’s take a walk.”

“Ok,” Chris agreed, buzzed from the bourbon, and eager to be alone with his older, studly . . . not quite boyfriend.

Mark paid the bill and they collected their coats.

“This way.” Mark pulled Chris’ arm into the crook of his own, and steered them past brownstones and storefronts.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see, boy.”

Chris immediately popped a woody at the magic word. It was interesting how Justin’s use of the word “boy” and Mark’s differed; they both made Chris hard, but he felt no apprehension when Mark said it, only delighted anticipation. When Justin said it . . . shit, when Justin said anything . . . he always felt an undercurrent of fear.

You miss that fear, a drunken and wildly inappropriate inner voice said to Chris.

Fuck you, I don’t miss it at ALL! That was some bad shit.

You thought it was hot most of the time.

I didn’t know any better. Imagine doing the same things with Mark, who actually likes me.

Well, can’t argue with that . . . if it happens. Chris inner doubter retreated for the moment, leaving a charming trail of low-grade anxiety behind him.

They were passing yet another restaurant Mark loved. He was very into food, although you couldn’t tell it by looking at him. He didn’t have a 6-pack, but he sure wasn’t overweight. Chris didn’t find the subject all that interesting, and wondered where they were going. He had GPS’ed his way to the Asian place, and didn’t have much context for where they were in the city. Mark continued to steer him . . . straight for many blocks, a turn here and there . . . their arms remained linked, and Chris felt wonderfully at peace with this man. With this man who knew where the fuck he was, and who apparently had some kind of plan that involved walking for nearly 20 minutes now in dress shoes. Our socks are probably Ahatlı Escort Bayan really ripe by now, Chris thought idly.

“. . . and this place is a total dive, but they have the best curry in the city. We take clients here all the time.”

“Where are we going,” Chris asked again plaintively.

“We’re here.”

Chris looked up quizzically. He laughed. They were in front of Mark’s condo.

“But I left my car back at the restaurant!”

“You can get it later, boy,” Mark growled. “Care to come up?”

“Yes SIR!”

“The elevator is broken, I’m sorry, boy.”

Chris practically galloped up the stairs. Mark followed, happy to gaze at Chris’ round glutes flexing in his slacks. In fact, the elevator was working just fine, but Mark had wanted a view, and for them both to continue working up a sweat, in case the half-hour walk hadn’t been enough. Chris was not the only one who was aware of the potential effect of their exercise on their feet. And other parts.

Mark paused before the door.

“Thanks for coming to dinner with me, Chris.”

“Of course, Sir! It was great.” Chris was confused. Was this the end of their date?

“If you come in now, you’re going to be following my orders until you leave. Is that understood?”

FUCK. Chris wanted to cum in his pants right then. Fuck YEAH it was understood. The walk had invigorated and energized him, but not sobered him up; the Manhattans had done their work. Again his mind flashed momentarily to Justin, and was struck by the difference that trust made in this kind of situation. Chris was eager to serve Mark, to do his bidding, to follow his orders, because he knew deep down that Mark would take care of him, like he had the first time they had met. Shit, he was ready for almost anything. If Mark had wanted to fist him in the foyer, he would have seriously considered it.

“Yes SIR!”

Mark smiled. “Good boy.”

They walked into Mark’s condo.

Chris was made to strip just inside the door, and he humbly followed his older stud into the living room. Mark turned the gas fireplace on, and sat on the leather couch. He pointed at his feet.

Taking the cue, Chris knelt in front of him, and carefully removed his expensive shoes. He sniffed the insides of each one deeply. Leather and foot sweat. Fucking heaven. He took turns massaging each foot and sniffing the toes, the balls of the feet, and the heels. Interesting. Justin’s hottest sweat smell accumulated between the balls of his feet and his toes. On Mark, the smell that made Chris the hardest was at the heel. He spent extra time running his tongue over that spot, slurping all the juice he could from Mark’s socks, and then from his bare feet.

Mark purred and moaned with pleasure, and eventually raised his naked boy so he was kneeling on the couch. Mark kissed his boy passionately. This was new for Chris – he had never worshipped Mark’s feet before, and hadn’t expected that Mark would want to kiss him afterward. Justin certainly would never have kissed Chris after he had worshipped any of the jock’s stink.

Well, Justin would never have kissed Chris anyway, so that was hardly a distinction.

Mark toyed with Chris’ small cock. Chris grunted. Then he gasped – Mark had squeezed his balls. Justin did that too, but kissing your Dom at the same time really made a difference. It became so much hotter.

Mark slid his hands under Chris’ armpits and lifted him to his feet.

“Take my clothes off, boy.”

Chris complied, first removing Mark’s jacket, and then his tie. He unbuttoned the expensive dress shirt, and pulled it off. Then the pants. Mark’s feet were already bare. Chris removed Mark’s t-shirt, taking advantage of his raised arms to put his nose in his armpits.

“I didn’t wear deodorant today, boy. For you.”

Chris humped Mark’s leg in gratitude as he buried his face in Mark’s hairy pit. Equal attention to both sides, that was key. By the time Chris was done, there was no more sweat left in the dense hair – it had all been licked out.

Finally Mark’s boxer briefs. There was a healthy scent rising from these too, and when Chris released his Dom’s equipment, a heady odor of crotch sweat filled the room.

“Get it nice and wet, boy.” Chris happily obeyed, wasting little time on licking the shaft, but moistening his mouth and going down right away. He swallowed the 9-inch dick to the hilt on the fifth try. He had learned to relax his throat with Justin. The training had paid off – he barely gagged on Mark’s hard, throbbing cock. Chris pulled the foreskin back and took a few moments to enjoy the taste of the head. Then he went back to deep-throating his Dom’s meat.

Mark groaned. He grabbed Chris’ head and pumped a few times, then pulled out.

“Come with me.” He took Chris by the arm and led him to the bedroom. He sat down on the edge of the bed, and pulled Chris to his side.

“You realize you’ve been Escort Ahatlı very bad, young man.”

Chris momentarily felt queasy. Mason had called him ‘young man’ as he whipped him with a belt. He wanted to take anything Mark wanted to dish out, but finally began to be afraid. His introduction to spanking had been harsh, to say the least.

“Yes Sir.”

Even though they had only met four times, Mark immediately sensed Chris’ fear. He made a mental adjustment; his end game was the same, but he could change the route to it.

“And you know what happens to very bad boys, don’t you boy?”

Chris felt the familiar hand on his jaw. All the guys he had been with had grabbed his face like that. He followed the motion without resisting. But this time, the eyes he was forced to look at were amused and benevolent, as well as horny.

“They get a finger up their butt.”

Chris’ four-and-a-half inch dick sprang up again. Oh man, he had really wanted this. He had even prepped for it. Mark leapt off the bed, grabbed Chris by the waist, lifted him up, and gently tossed him down to the bed so that he was lying on his stomach. Mark reached into the nightstand for lube.

“You may feel a slight pinch.”

Chris almost giggled with relief. This was going to be fun.

Mark slapped Chris’ knees gently, and the boy opened his legs, obediently arching his back a bit to stick his butt up.

Admiring the view, Mark grabbed a small bottle of lube from the nightstand, and began massaging Chris’ pink, still pretty hairless pucker. He lubed it until it was nice and slippery, and then began teasing the boy with a finger, gently probing, not too far, not even past the sphincter, just around the edge. Soon Chris was moaning and panting like a bitch in a porn video. He began bucking his hips in little thrusts, so horny for a finger besides his own in his ass. Finally, it slid in. It was a wonderful feeling, and Mark’s cock started to bounce up and down as he contemplated what was to come.

Never stopping his motion, Chris impaled himself on Mark’s middle finger, so horny he was doing most of the work. Mark smiled in approval.

“Good boy,” he growled. He poured more lube on Chris’ hole, and started working a second finger in.

“Oooooo,” Chris groaned. This was definitely more of a challenge. He stopped bucking and relaxed his sphincter, like he’d read about online. Mark took the hint and slowly pushed both fingers all the way in, then stopped. He leaned forward to lie close to Chris, and tousled his head with his free hand; Chris tilted his face to the left, and Mark kissed his urgent lips. Chris put his arm around his new Dom and kneaded his muscles, his eyes closed in lust. Mark started moving his fingers in and out of Chris’ hole, in and out. Chris discovered the aching feeling of going from a stretched pussy to an empty one for the first time . . . fuck, he wanted Mark back in him. He pushed back on Mark’s hand again, and the older man slipped a third finger in.

“Oh fucckkk.”

Again Mark stopped when he was in all the way, and waited patiently for Chris to catch up. When the urgency returned to his kisses, he moved his fingers back and forth, in and out, stretching Chris’ virgin hole to be able to accommodate what was truly an enormous dick for anyone; for a first fuck, it was pretty intimidating.

Plop. Mark vacated Chris hole and wiped his hands on a towel.

“Awww,” Chris pouted. “I liked that.”

“You’re going to like this even better, boy.” Mark rolled Chris over onto his back, raised his legs, and put a towel under his hot, round ass, and now very pink hole. This one is going to want eye contact, he guessed. And I do too, he added as an afterthought.

He poured a generous amount of lube on his rock-hard, 9-inch, uncut dick, and jacked it a few times.

Chris’ eyes widened. This was it. The moment. They had been sexting so frequently that they had already had plenty of conversations about whether to fuck protected or not; they both felt very comfortable that they didn’t need to be using a condom. Chris held his breath in anticipation.

Mark leaned over him and kissed his mouth again, gently, sweetly. He whispered in Chris’ ear.

“I’m going to fuck you now, boy. I’m going to fuck you like you’ve been wanting to get fucked for months. I’m going to stick my big dick in your hole and own it, and you’re gonna fuckin’ love it, boy.”

Chris was so turned on he was afraid he would explode without touching himself.

“Yes, SIR!” he moaned.

Mark put his dick firmly on Chris’ hole and kissed him again, hard and passionately. Chris raised his legs above his head, so eager to have his man inside him. This was the pinnacle, the event he’d been fantasizing about. He felt Mark’s stiff cockhead move forward a centimeter. He willed his hole to stretch, and he concentrated on relaxing. Again a small poke; again relaxing.

Mark’s brow furrowed as he exercised maximum control. Bit by bit, he slid his head into Chris, never pulling back, but moving excruciatingly slowly, working with his boy, feeling him respond. Chris screwed his face up in pain at the thickest part of Mark’s dickhead, and Mark pushed gently forward until the flare was past the boy’s sphincter.

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Chapter 1

My parents’ divorce came as no surprise to me. For months I had watched as their fights had escalated and became more frequent. Eventually it came to the point that I actually hoped they would get divorced, rather than fearing it like I once had. The night my mother came in my bedroom to give me the news I knew what she was going to say even before she spoke.

“Chris, I have something to tell you.” she said. Her hands trembled and I could tell that she had been crying.

“I know,” I interjected “you and dad are splitting up.

Mom nodded, then began sobbing.

That was over four years ago and seems like another lifetime to me. A few months after my eighteenth birthday my mother re-married. She began dating a guy named Robert — whom everyone called Bob. They had been dating for almost two years when he asked her to marry him, on Valentine’s Day no less. Mom could barely contain her excitement that night when she came home to tell me the news. I was very happy for her and had been expecting this for months. Bob was a nice guy and treated me well, but most importantly he treated my mother well. I couldn’t remember her ever seeming so happy when she was with dad. Bob was also good to me, so I never went through the usual “you’re not my dad — you can’t tell me what to do” phase with him. We got along well and he welcomed me as part of the family.

Bob had a twenty-one year-old daughter, Anna, who lived with him. She had been living with her mother, but I guess that never worked out. I never knew why and didn’t ask; it was none of my business. I felt like an interloper once mom and I moved in with them so I did my best to stay under Anna’s radar.

I could not help but notice how pretty and sexy Anna was though. She was shorter than me, about 5’5 I guessed, with short thick black hair, hazel eyes, full lips that always seemed moist and a lush hourglass figure. To some, Anna might have seemed somewhat overweight, but I loved her cushiony ass and thighs. I imagined sliding between them as I lay atop her, grabbing handfuls of her pendulous breasts.

Anna had a job as a waitress at a nice restaurant in town. That, and her social life, kept her busy so she and I had little interaction at first. But most nights after going to bed images of her filled my mind as I tugged at my swollen cock. I was sure to see her during breakfast and supper, and that time around her was enough for me to be able to store up enough mental images to replay in my mind later at night.

One Saturday evening a few weeks after mom and Bob had gotten married they went out to dinner at the restaurant where Anna worked. I went up to my room to search for porn online. I nearly shot straight out of my chair when I saw Anna leaning against the doorway to my room a half hour later, arms folded under her breasts as she watched me. She laughed at my reaction, then walked in and sat down on my bed to my left. I quickly loaded another webpage before she could discover what I had been looking at.

“Looking at porn, huh?” she surmised with a snicker.

Fear must have showed on my face because she gave me a gentle smile, her eyes sparkling.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell your mom or dad.” She sounded sincere and I was grateful.

I gave her a guilty stare, but never admitted that she was right.

Anna was wearing a knee-length red paisley skirt and a blue tanktop. My eyes moved up her voluptuous thighs, then to her heavy breasts filling out the front of her top. My cock stiffened and I slid closer to my computer. Anna got up and walked over to a shelf to the left of my computer, her head tilting to the right as she read the titles on the spines of my CD cases.

“Would it be okay if I borrowed some of your CDs sometime?” she asked, glancing towards me.

“Sure.” I told her, eager to do whatever it took for us to become closer.

“Cool.” she squeaked, then resumed scanning the jewel cases, row by row.

Anna picked out a few CDs and tossed them behind her on the bed, then sat down to look them over. After a few minutes she looked up at me, seeming puzzled.

“So you’re my brother now, huh?”

“Yeah… step-brother.” I corrected, expecting her to lament the fact.

Anna frowned, resting her hands on her lap, still holding one of my CDs. “So I guess that makes me some kind of pervert then.” she concluded as the corners of her fulls lips turned down.

“What?” I blurted out, confused by her comment.

Anna tossed the CD aside and leaned towards me, her elbows resting on her thighs. Her breasts shifted and I could see her cleavage down the front of her tank top.

“You’re cute, Chris.” she said, almost whispering.

I felt my face grow warm and my jaw go slack. “Oh… ahhh… thanks.” I mumbled.

“But, now that you’re my brother I’m not allowed to think that,” she continued, then paused “that would be incest.”

I cocked my head to one side, thinking, then gave it a quick shake. “No. Not just thinking that I’m cute — that doesn’t count, I don’t think.”

“What Tekirova Escort counts then?” she prodded, seeming perplexed.

My cock throbbed in my jeans as my mind filled with all sorts of lewd acts that would qualify as incest. “Lots of other things, I guess, but not just thinking that I’m cute.” I assured her.

Anna was silent for a moment as she thought it over, then she gave me a flirtatious smile. “Would letting you feel me up count then?” she asked with a foxy grin.

My face felt like a furnace and my cock was pulsing in rhythm to my heart. “Ah… yeah, I think so.”

“Oh… okay.” she replied, seeming satisfied with my answer. She leaned back on my bed, resting on her elbows. Now her tank top was pulled over her chest tighter and my eyes were glued to it. She crossed her legs, swinging her foot as her shimmering eyes met mine.

“Having a little brother is going to be fun.” she remarked in a soft, sexy voice.

“Really? I… I thought that you didn’t like me.” I admitted.

“No, silly — not at all,” she laughed, shaking her head “I was just sort of shy at first because I found you cute and well… look at me…” She lowered her head as a dismal expression crept over her pretty face.

“I have,” I blurted out before I could rein my words in.

“Have what?” Anna asked.

“Looked at you,” I clarified “what’s wrong with you?”

Anna shot me a look of surprise, then took in a deep breath. “Let’s just say I’m not supermodel material, Chris.” she snapped.

“I think you’re pretty.” I spat out, worried that I was being too honest.

“You don’t have to say it just because I said it to you.” she scoffed, her eyes narrowing.

“But I mean it. Besides, I probably shouldn’t even think it, let alone say it.”

Anna’s eyes widened as she raised her head, smiling. “It’s okay. Someone told me that doesn’t count as incest.”

I laughed. “What does?”

Anna stood up and took two steps towards me. She took my hand from my lap and pressed it to her heavy right breast, hanging down inches before my face. I felt it move up as my fingers sank into her flesh through her top. It was soft and my hand suddenly seemed small as I cupped it. Her nipple swelled and I rubbed it with my fingertips.

“I think this does.” she grinned.

I gave Anna’s hefty breast a long, slow squeeze. Seconds later she eased away, then sat back down on the bed. She crossed her legs and leaned back once more, looking pleased. Her nipples were now two thick bumps, rising from her top.

I was speechless, and for a while I was scared that I was going to cum in my jeans. Finally I calmed down some and was able to speak.

“I don’t think that counts either.” I smirked.

Anna let out a loud laugh, giving her head a shake. “You’re as naughty as me,” she observed “maybe we’re related for real.”

I heard the sound of two car doors closing in the yard and spun my chair around. Anna lept up and went to look out the window.

“They’re home.” she informed me.

Maybe it was just guilt, or nervousness, but I assumed that Anna would leave my room before mom or her father could discover her there. Instead, she sat back down on my bed. This time sitting upright with her knees pressed together.

“We’re back.” my mother announced, sticking her head in my room.

I looked up and nodded.

“Did you guys have a good time, Laura?” Anna asked.

“Wonderful,” mom said “we took your advice and ate at The Alcove.”

“Did they give you the family discount?” Anna asked.

“No.”

“Next time tell them who you are; they’ll give you ten percent off.” Anna reminded her.

“Great, thanks, Anna,” mom told her “we’ll be going to bed in a while. You guys have a good night.”

“You too.” Anna and I called out in unison.

While we listened to the sounds in the bathroom, waiting for my mother and Bob to go to bed Anna, and I talked about our mutual interests: music and movies. I was surprised to learn that our tastes were quite alike. I was also happy to discover that we had things in-common to discuss.

Close to an hour later Anna stood up, stretching her arms and arching her back. I looked up and down her writhing body. She smiled as she relaxed her arms, noticing my eyes on her.

“Time for bed.” she announced.

Anna stepped over to me and placed her hand on my right shoulder. She bent over and kissed my left cheek. I could feel her breasts on my back. They felt firm and moved a bit.

“Sweet dreams, little brother.” she whispered in my ear.

“You too, sis.” I grinned.

Chapter 2

One thing I learned soon after mom and Bob got married was that he was an early riser. He was always the first one up every morning — even on Saturdays and Sundays when he didn’t have to work. That Saturday was no exception.

By the time I finished my shower and got dressed Bob and mom had already been up for over an hour. He had finished breakfast and was reading the paper. Sitting across the table from Bob Tekirova Escort Bayan Mom was sipping her tea and chewing on a bagel.

“Morning, honey.” mom said.

“Morning.” I mumbled as I sauntered into the kitchen.

Bob said something from behind his paper but I wasn’t sure what. I pulled a bagel from the bag on the table and began buttering it.

“So, what are you doing today?” mom asked.

I shrugged, tearing at my bagel with my teeth. “Hanging out, I guess.”

“Bob and I are going to Hantsburg. There’s a sale on plants and shrubs at a nursery there. Would you like to come?”

I would have rather had my balls stapled to a chair than spend my Saturday looking at flowers. I shook my head. “No, that’s okay.” I told her, thinking I might have time alone to continue my porn search online.

It was going on nine forty-five, but Anna was not up yet — although that did not surprise me. She was not a morning person like her father. As I drank a glass of milk I thought about how she had let me feel her the night before. My cock twitched and I wondered if it would be a one time occurrence, or the start of something — hoping for the latter, of course.

About fifteen minutes later Anna joined us. As she walked to the fridge I followed her from the corner of my eye. She was wearing a knee-length pink cotton robe, decorated with tiny yellow flowers. It was tied tightly around her, hugging her body. I stared at the contours of her breasts as she reached over my left shoulder for a bagel. Glancing to my left I noticed Bob peering over his paper at her as she leaned over the table. Her breasts swayed beneath her robe and I could see her upper chest in her slightly open top.

“Ready to go?” mom asked, prompting Bob to fold his paper and place it beside his coffee mug.

“Oh… yeah… sure.” he said, seeming flustered.

Anna was behind me, leaning against the counter as she ate her bagel. I waved to my mom and Bob as they left, then drank the rest of my milk. I could hear Anna’s bare feet padding across the kitchen floor as she came over to the table. She pulled a chair out and sat down to my right, crossing her legs. Her robe fell open and I could see almost all of her bare right leg. Her skin was smooth and dusky, making me wonder what the rest of her body looked like. She swung her bare right foot around as she observed me.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“Nothing. Just finishing breakfast.” I told her.

“I have to be at work at three.” she said with a frown.

“Till when?”

“Probably close to midnight, if it’s busy.”

“That sucks.” I commented.

“At least I make good tips on the weekends,” she said “it’s always busy then.”

Anna went to the fridge and poured a glass of orange juice. She gulped it down, then went to look out the back door into the yard. She stepped out on to the porch.

“Come on out. It’s beautiful out here.” she called to me.

I didn’t especially want to go outside, but was willing to go wherever Anna was.

Anna was leaning back against the railing, her hands braced against it on either side of her curvy hips. Her out-stretched arms had pulled her robe open some at the top. As I approached her I ran my eyes down the V-shaped opening in her robe to the tops of her breasts, now visible. They were round and smooth. I stared at them until her voice distracted me.

“Like my robe?” she smirked.

“Yeah… it looks good on you.” I told her, hoping she would not notice my arousal.

“Dad says I shouldn’t wear it around the house,” she began, then darted her eyes upwards as she smiled “but I know that he really doesn’t mind that much.” She gave me a cryptic grin.

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.

Anna’s eyes narrowed as they met mine. “Promise you’ll never tell anyone? Especially your mom.”

Now I was really intrigued. “Yeah, I promise.” I told her, trying to sound as sincere as possible.

“Well, dad says I shouldn’t wear this robe around the house, but he always seems to like it whenever I do.” she said, almost whispering, as if someone might overhear her.

“What do you mean?” I asked, quite sure that I knew what she was insinuating, but unable to believe it. Then I recalled how Bob had looked at her as she reached for a bagel earlier.

“You know what I mean, Chris,” she insisted “dad likes to check me out when I wear this, or other clothes too sometimes.”

“Wow… has he ever done anything?” I asked.

“You mean like try to feel me up?”

I nodded, growing even more aroused.

“No,” she replied, then paused as she shrugged “well, maybe a few times.”

“Really? What did he do?” My cock was swollen and throbbed.

Anna let her arms fall to her sides. She fumbled with the belt of her robe, seeming nervous. Now the front of her robe was looser around her, revealing more of her upper chest. Her skin was dark and silky looking. I wanted to touch her. I was surprised that she wasn’t wearing anything under her robe, Escort Tekirova or at least not a top. I wondered if she even had panties on beneath her robe. Her nipples had reacted to the morning breeze, swelling so they stood out from the cotton.

“I mean it, Chris. You can never breathe a word of this to anyone. Dad would be in so much shit.” Now she looked worried.

“Don’t worry. I don’t want him to get in trouble. I like your dad. Plus he makes mom happy.”

“Okay, good,” she said, sounding relieved “I guess it doesn’t matter anymore now that he’s married. He’ll probably never look at me or anyone else ever again because your mom’s got really nice boobs.”

I felt myself blush, but never replied.

“Well…” she prodded, saying the word slowly as her eyebrows darted up.

“Well what?”

“Don’t you think her boobs are nice? They’re almost as big as mine.”

“I don’t know,” I said, my voice raising as I grew defensive “she’s my mom.”

“So?” Anna countered.

“So I don’t notice things like that about her.” I asserted with a glare.

Anna let out a sharp laugh of disbelief. “Yeah, right.” She rolled her eyes.

Anna’s skepticism was well-founded. There had been many times that both my eyes and thoughts had wandered while I was around my mother. There were also times that I found myself snatching furtive glances down the front of her blouse or dress when she was bending over. Occasionally when she hugged me my fingertips would wander down the side of her breast as we embraced. If my mother noticed, or objected, she certainly never indicated that.

I pushed my hands deep into the pockets of my jeans and leaned against the side of the house, avoiding Anna’s accusatory eyes. She pushed herself away from the railing. She moved over and stood beside me. Her shoulder brushed against mine.

“You can be honest with me, Chris.” I just told you my deepest secret — about dad.

I nodded, still not feeling compelled to do the same.

Anna turned so she was leaning against the outer wall on her left shoulder, her eyes locked on my face, trying to read my expression.

“Have you ever felt her up?” she asked, sounding gentle as she tried to coax the truth from me.

“No.” I exclaimed, looking at her in shock.

“I bet you sneak peeks down her tops like dad does with me.” Her voice was self-assured.

Before I could fight it, a smile was manifesting on my face, although I don’t know if it was at the thought of my mother’s breasts or Bob leering at Anna’s.

“I knew it!” she exclaimed, sounding triumphant.

I gave Anna an ashamed look as I raised my head.

“Don’t feel bad about it, Chris. You’re a normal guy — and your mom’s pretty hot.”

I let out a nervous laugh.

“Have you ever seen her naked?” she continued.

“No. No way,” I told her with an emphatic shake of my head, then thought for a second “has your dad ever seen you naked?”

“No, just, like, in my bra and jeans, or a skirt once in a while — that’s the closest. Plus the times he’s looked down my tops.”

“I’ve seen mom like that plenty too.” I finally admitted with a smile.

Anna turned, resting her back against the wall as she peered out at the yard. “You really are bad as me,” she marveled “maybe we were related in another life.”

“You don’t really believe in that reincarnation stuff, do you?” I scoffed.

“Sure. Tibetan Buddhists proved it hundreds of years ago.” she asserted.

“So, I could have been, like, your brother in another life?” I questioned as my brow furrowed.

“Sure, or my son.” Anna shot me a suggestive look.

“I don’t know,” I drawled “it all seems pretty weird to me.”

“I’ll loan you a book sometime.” she offered.

I wasn’t really planning on delving into Buddhism, but any more common ground that I could find with Anna would be beneficial I told myself.

“I’m going to take a shower and get dressed. I’ll be back down in a while.” Anna told me.

“Okay.” I said, watching her turn to go back inside.

While Anna was upstairs I kept myself occupied by watching television. I thought that she would be about a half hour, but it was twice that time before she joined me in the livingroom. When she walked in I was surprised to see that she was wearing a black skirt and white blouse that she wore to work.

“I thought that you didn’t have to be at work till three.”

“I don’t,” she confirmed “but I decided I may as well get dressed for it instead of changing again later.” She dropped her purse on the coffee table in front of us.

Her plan made sense. I nodded, my eyebrows darting up.

Anna slid down on the sofa beside me, crossing her legs. She was wearing black stockings and I found they made her legs look very sexy. My cock twitched as I shifted about, trying to not to be too obvious about ogling her. Anna’s arms were folded on her lap as she stared at the television and I noticed that she had applied nail gloss. The notion struck even me as odd, but Anna had nice hands I thought. Her fingers were long and her skin was smooth and looked soft, like she had never done a day of work in her life. Suddenly I pictured her fingers curling around my hard cock, stroking it as she gripped me.

“So you’re just going to hang out here all day?” she asked as she turned her head towards me.

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When I was in an all-girls Catholic college in Japan ten years ago, I had a crush on my classmate, Masumi. We were both in first year of university, just recently turned 18 and still virgins at the time. Virgins in the strict sense of never having had penetrative sexual intercourse with a male, which I would not actually have for another three years. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t experience the transformative all-consuming power of first love. That was, you might say, what this story is about…

Maybe because I was now a first year student in an all girls college after graduating the previous year from an all-girls high school, but except for my father and brother, all I had ever known was people of the same sex as me. At the time, I didn’t think of this as strange or abnormal-it was just the way my life and most intimate friendships and relationships were. It was just normal and my life.

In hindsight, I realize now that I was attracted to the more masculine girls-the “butch” girls who were tall and slim and had hard features-muscular rather than soft, sharp cheeks and square jaws versus my round face and soft lips, flat-chested and narrow hips as opposed to my feminine curves and hourglass figure. Because I had never really been around any boys, I only knew girls and only felt the stirrings of physical desire triggered by those classmates and friends who reminded me of the most attractive qualities of the men I saw in TV shows and movies.

Masumi was in the dance club I joined right away after entering university, one of the group of a half dozen girls that I was always with day and night as I discovered the world of being away from home for the first time. Because my high school had been a strict Catholic school with codes of conduct and watchful teachers who policed the wayward tendencies of teenage girls, being away from home now and having absolute freedom as a university student was intoxicating. Drinking alcohol was now possible, and staying out all night without anyone reporting you for violations of school conduct was like the unleashing of pent-up yearnings that had been bottled up for years. Of course, I still lived at home with my parents (!) but somehow being an adult and meeting new people who were also adults was a liberating experience.

Almost immediately my newfound friends in the dance club became my intimate social circle. All of us were together every single minute, even arranging to take the same classes as much as we could. I transferred out of a more than one class that I otherwise would have stayed in just so that the group of us six could be in classes together. Looking back, there was something unhealthy about our strangely fierce loyalty and desire to be together, but at the time it was just the way we were.

After several months of our “gang” being together almost every waking moment, it also became clear that there were some not-so-hidden desires arising. I developed what can only be described as “schoolgirl crushes” on the “male” leads of the musicals we performed (almost always either Ayako or Masumi, who were the tallest and most masculine girls in the dance club), and since I was one of the better dancers I was often the female lead so I would dance together as a pair with either Aya or Masu. We were quite ambitious, egging each other on to practise long hours and perfect our routines, and even outside of our group practises we also did a lot of private rehearsing as the leads because we had to perform the most technically challenging routines, often in the school gym alone as a pair long after others had gone home. Although I was attracted to both Ayako and Masumi, by the winter of my first year it was the latter that I developed such a strong crush that it seemed at times to physically overwhelm me.

Masumi was tall and thin and dashing, with a strong jaw like a man, and a low husky voice that sounded so confident when she spoke. She was handsome like a male movie star, strong and muscular and able to leap higher than any of the rest of us, her thigh and calf muscles rippling with strenuous exertion in a manner that was utterly different than the rest of us, even Ayako, who was more thick set and stocky in comparison, even though she was only a few centimetres shorter than Masumi standing side by side. Masumi’s hair was cut short like a boy, and she had a slim but muscular athletic body that seemed like the opposite of all the rest of the girls, who had soft features despite the hours of daily dance practice.

When Masumi and I danced together, I felt like I was in an old romantic American movie with Fred Astaire. In the slow dance numbers, I would lay my head on her chest and her firm pert breasts which were so different than mine and swoon. I would get so sweaty and intense and then wet and horny as I began to smell both mine and her musky scent. The mingling of our animal odours as we exercised became a daily source of a raw energy and desire that consumed me when we danced together, especially the times when at the Göynük Escort end of one particular routine I dropped down to my knees and wrapped my arms around her thighs, my head buried in her lower stomach area.

I would insist on practising this particular routine over and over again, seemingly dissatisfied with some detail or another even though to Masumi it seemed we had already long perfected it. But I would be adamant doing another run through and then another again and again, a seeming perfectionist when really there was a deep dark desire just to slide my face down along her muscular stomach to her crotch, the aroma of her musky exertions filling my nostrils. Sometimes I would slide a bit lower than required so that my mouth would be down so far that it stopped just over her pubic mound and I could smell the sweaty sharp scent from her crotch, warm and humid and pungent. I lingered in that position longer, too long, nervous that she had noticed that I was out of technically out of position and that it would be obvious to her.

On the last rehearsal before our performance in late winter, we were running through that routine again and again. The cold weather outside meant that the heaters in the dance studio were set extra high so that as we danced and sweated the air took on the fetid odour of both our sweat and exertion. It seemed like her masculine animal scent filled every breath I took, filling my lungs as I leaped and sprang across the dance floor again and again. Both of our bodies were covered from head to toe with our commingled sweat as we constantly rubbed and slid against each other, until we were one single strong scent.

I took a chance on one of the run throughs to bury my face not into her stomach or even her pubic mound, but even lower so that I was level with her crotch. my nose tunnelled in between her legs so that my mouth was kissing her labia and my nose slid right past the mound or her pubis and bumped up and down over her clitoral hood. I knew instinctively deep in my own crotch that her clitoris was hard, just as my own was at that moment. I could feel right on my mouth how sweaty and warm she was through her dance tights, and the overpowering scent of her wet pussy, so similar and yet so strikingly different from my own, filled my nostrils. Masumi was already breathing hard from our hours of exertions, but when my nose hit her clit like a car going too fast over a parking lot speed bump, she gasped out loud and her legs muscles convulsed. I instinctively wrapped my arms tighter around her thighs and buttocks so that she her legs wouldn’t buckle, and her hands clenched my hair out of reflex and she shivered and let out a long exhalation after her loud gasping. I kept my face buried in her crotch and kissed her lips as if they were her mouth, my tongue poking out between my own lips to lick the wet fabric of her tights as I wriggled my face even deeper into the soft swollen folds of her labia. She whispered my name and then her knees buckled and she collapsed down into my arms.

As we faced each other, both kneeling now on the dance floor, we stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, our chests heaving and panting now with a new excitement clearly different from just the exertion of dancing. On our knees, the difference in our height was much less pronounced, with her looking slightly down and me looking slightly upwards as our noses nearly touched. I closed my eyes feeling a kiss about to come at any moment, but then she turned her head and looked away. I felt my cheeks blush with shame. I felt guilty for having given in to my crazy impulses-I didn’t even realize what I was doing at a conscious level-and so as she got up on her feet and quickly strode away mumbling that she needed a break, I said nothing and stayed on my knees in the middle of the now empty dance floor, crushed and alone.

After I finally willed myself to stand up and walk to the water fountain, voices in my head shouted out with recriminations at having lost my control and ruined everything. Would she hate me now? Would she even be able to look me in the eye when she returned?

I shook from nervous fear as she came back finally from the bathroom. I don’t know how long she was gone, perhaps it was only 2-3 minute, or it could have been 20 or even 30 minutes. I lost all track of time as I waited in terror, time slowly ticking with my heartbeat in my ears for what seemed an eternity. When she finally bound back in through the door to the studio, she acted as if nothing had happened, cheerfully saying let’s work on the next dance, a number that required very little physical contact between us except for our hands.

I resolved that I would never try anything like what I had done ever again, not only during the rest of this night but in any rehearsals the years to come. I made a pact with myself, a private bargain that I hoped would somehow allow her to continue after this performance to even want to dance with me as a lead couple. Göynük Escort Bayan Perhaps she would instead leave the club, or insist on someone else playing the female lead, or even stepping aside as the male lead so that Aya would take her place. I pleaded with whatever gods might be listening to the cacophony of voices in my head, vicious accusations and recriminations and confessions shouting in my ears even as we silently finished our run-throughs of the rest of our routines.

Later that night, as I slept fitfully and fearfully, I dreamed about being disciplined and punished by her for my naughty thoughts and behaviour. I even woke in the middle of the night, flipping over onto my stomach and spanked my own behind hard while I masturbated with my other hand, dreaming that it was her hand stinging my ass. I had to muffle my loud moans into my pillow so my parents would not hear me in the next room as my body twitched and convulsed in orgasm after orgasm until I fell asleep spent and exhausted.

The next week, after our performance (which we danced to perfection-all of those hours in the studio leading to standing ovations from our audience…), the club took a few days off to rest before starting practising for our next performance. I nervously invited Masumi over to my house to study together, the whole day before I asked her spent in a fog of fear and nervousness, afraid that she would say no or insist on studying as a whole group at the library as we had in the months prior. I actually stuttered when I asked if she wanted to study at my house, so tongue-tied that I barely could utter the words. But to my immense relief and joy, she nonchalantly said yes and smiled, the relaxed curve of her lips swelling my heart and transforming my own lips into an idiotic smile of my own.

Over the next days we began spending several hours a night in my bedroom doing the homework for our classes. She would sit at my desk reading while I lay on my stomach on the bed studying, almost exactly in the same position that I would lie in when I masturbated thinking about her! But I studiously avoided doing anything that would scare her off. The trauma of her rapid exit from the dance floor still consumed me, even the mere thought of seeing her rush away from me that night, the sight of her muscular buttocks wrapped in her sweat stained dancing tights, rapidly marching out of the studio as if she were fleeing from a plague victim, made me feel nauseous.

And so I stayed calm and staid, acting as she did that night as if nothing had happened out of the normal between us. We would work side by side in silence in my bedroom, only occasionally asking each other a question or joking about something. At the end of the night she would yawn, and stretch, and we would have a snack in the kitchen before she caught the subway home. I found the tension almost unbearable when we were together in the room, and had to concentrate hard on the books I was reading.

After a few hours of working with the door closed, the room would be filled with her scent, a less intense but still wonderful sweaty muskiness that I recognized from the times that I had buried my nose in her sex. But I was careful not to do anything that would upset what seemed like her desire to ignore what had happened that last time when we were rehearsing. Ever since then, I hadn’t allowed myself to let slip and show my desire for her, not during the performance in front of our friends and family for certain, but not during dance rehearsals we started up again that week or as we studied to study together in my room. When we would study with our larger group, was in more disciplined, never even giving her what might be construed as an extra smile or glance and strictly controlling my desires whenever we were together.

Unfortunately, repressing all of my yearnings only seemed to make them more powerful when I was alone at night in my bed and could release all of my pent up emotions and feelings. I would go almost mad with desire and lust then, masturbating every night until I was spent and relieved and my body, just cleaned and fresh from my nightly bath, would afterward be coated with sweat and my fingers and pussy sticky and wet with my musky juices. When I awoke in the mornings I never felt refreshed, half glimpsed dreams of her lips and muscular body half remembered as I fitfully fought to stay awake in classes.

Then one night in my bedroom several months later, while we were studying, something happened. It was just the two of us, as had now become normal, but this night I had much more trouble keeping my mind on my homework. I kept looking at the back of Masumi’s neck, so long and thin and handsome. I imagined kissing and biting her neck and I felt an overwhelming desire to touch my now swollen and leaking pussy. I thought I might be imagining, but I thought that she too seemed more uncomfortable than normal, and seemed to stir in her seat as if she could not sit comfortably. I couldn’t Escort Göynük concentrate, and I was so sexually excited that I couldn’t control my thoughts. My cotton panties were uncomfortably soaked, and I could smell myself in the thick air of the closed room.

Finally, I grabbed my pillow and pulled it underneath me, wrapping my thighs around it so that it lay between my legs. I tried to do this casually, so that she would think nothing of it, as if I was just adjusting my body position to be more comfortable, but I needed to rub my itching pussy mound against something, and I couldn’t put my hand between my legs without her noticing, and so the only thing I could think of was my pillow. At first, the touch of the pillow cooled the heat between my thighs, relieving me of the burning desire. But after 10 or 15 minutes, I found myself clenching and unclenching my thigh muscles rhythmically against the pillow’s soft warmth. I told myself that Masumi wouldn’t notice, since it was so subtle.

I was staring at her back now as my clenching and unclenching thighs began to move me up the familiar mountain I had climbed so many times nightly. Maybe she had noticed my breathing becoming louder and faster. Looking back, she must have been aware of my every movement just as I had been so hyper aware of hers. But at that moment I was slipping into the wonderful feeling of fantasy, abandoning myself to the thoughts of kissing and touching her, my eyes gazing at the beautiful nape of her neck and drinking in her long thin legs and shapely ankles.

Suddenly without warning, I came, my shivering overwhelming me so that a small gasp and groan escaped my lips. I bit down with my teeth on my lower lip to stifle my uncontrolled moan, but I realized that I couldn’t control the convulsions that were twitching through me, from my lower stomach radiating out through my legs and arms. Without turning toward me, I saw her lift her head as my hands clenched, the waves of pleasure arching my toes and my whole body now clenching as tight as my balled fists. But she said nothing, and as the incredible feelings flowed through me and receding in gentle waves, we lapsed back into the uncomfortable silence of unfulfilled desire.

My surreptitious orgasm did not lower my feeling of agitation. Just as my nightly masturbation never ended with my first orgasm, so this first moment of release with her near me only stoked my desire hotter and with more flaming fire. And I realized that she must have known what had happened. I recognized the strong scent of my sexual desire filling the air now. I had soaked through not only my panties thoroughly, but also the thin shorts I wore and the sticky wetness that had gushed out of me at the moment of my orgasm was now mixed with the sweat that soaked the pillow between my legs, so that when I shifted ever so slightly the humid smell of my excited sex spread like a cloud into the still air of the room. There was no mistaking that smell.

Finally, after what seemed like hours of silence and tension, but was probably just five or ten minutes, she turned to me and whispered, “Do you mind if I study next to you?” I nodded, and she gave me a quick smile before averting her eyes and grabbing her books. I shifted over on my small bed and she lay down next to me, sending tingles through me where our bodies touched. She didn’t look at me once while climbing into bed next to me, even though I was staring at her with longing. I forced myself to look away, back at my book, but the characters on the page were just a blur.

I couldn’t concentrate on my studying, could only think about how close she was, the warmth from her thigh next to mine, the sound of her breathing, the scent of her sweat now filling my every breath, mingling with the smell of my excited wet cunt that still surrounded me. I don’t know how long we lay like that. It felt like hours, but could have been just a few minutes for all I know. Finally, she whispered: “Have you ever thought of practicing kissing?”

I felt a buzzing fill my body, and my nipples seemed to swell and harden against my undershirt. “Yes…” I barely whispered in response. Neither of us had looked at each other, but I felt her shift ever so slightly on the bed, and suddenly her face was on my cheek and I was turning my head and time seemed to go still.

The mutual desire was suddenly released in a flood, so thick that I could hear both of our laboured breathing filling my head, and the thin coat of sweat that covered my body turned hot, aflame as if it were gasoline lit by a match. Somehow we were finally kissing. It was insistent, forceful, driven by the suddenly released desire pent up for so long, and yet it felt so natural. Her soft lips on my cheek and then on my lips, the taste of her mouth as our tongues searched for each other, the clashing of our teeth as our mouths banged together. All of my attention was on our mashing lips at first as our tongues became snakes entwined, but then the lust that had consumed us both below the surface was unleashed, and my hands groped everywhere that only my eyes had touched before. She was pulling on my shirt, and I responded immediately as we began tugging each others clothes off with an urgent desperation, as if all of our waiting had suddenly ended at that moment.

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Part 3: A Week With Daddy Continued

Amber finally stopped crying and rested against her father. Her young body was exhausted and she almost fell asleep under the shower rain.

Michael picked his naked daughter up and took her out of the shower. Grabbing a towel he sat her down in the bathroom and toweled her sexy body dry. She could barely keep her eyes open as her father took care of her. Having finished, he carried her to his bedroom and lay her on the bed, covering her up with a sheet. She murmured sweetly and was soon fast asleep.

Michael kissed his daughter on the cheek and then got his laptop out. He walked to his study and sat down to begin working from home, going over submitted documents for an upcoming case he was assigned to.

An hour later Amber woke up and smiled. Her body felt so wonderful, completely satisfied. She gently patted her cunt in contentment. She got up and went to find her Daddy. She skipped into his study and wrapped her arms around her father as he continued to read on his laptop. she began giving him small kisses all over his face with a playful smile.

Michael smiled back and gently took her head in his hands. He kissed her full pouty lips, then began to make out with his sweet young daughter. She quickly straddled her father and wrapped her legs around him in the chair, her nipples gently smashing against his chest. As their kiss became more passionate. His cock began to stir against her generous ass in his lap.

His daughter would whimper into his mouth every so often during their make out. After a few minutes of tongue play, he removed his lips and cupped both her firm large breasts in his hands. He leaned down and began feasting upon her right nipple, and massaging her other breast.

“Oh yes Daddy. suck my titties like you do Mommies!” cried Amber. Michael’s cock was now mostly hard and it was poking his daughters ample ass.

Michael was curious to see whether his daughter had inherited his wife’s nipple sensitivity, and ability to have breast orgasms. He continued his sucking and fondling of his daughters sweet young breasts, alternating sucking one nipple, then the other.

Amber’s hard nipples began to feel swollen and even more sensitive as he continued to suck on them. She loved the feeling, and she was soon murmuring to her Daddy in encouragement. “yes Daddy, like that!” and “my nipples feel really good!” She began squirming on her father’s lap, trying to feel more of his hard cock against her ass. Her cuntal juices were flowing freely as her father continued his breast worship.

A couple of minutes passed and his daughter moans became almost constant, his expert manipulations sending her to even higher planes of pleasure. Finally, she went rigid in his arms, and released a wailing moan. His teen nympho daughter was having her first breast orgasm. Her hips bucked against him and her pussy juices began trickling onto his cock. Her body shook and shivered for a few moments before she slumped down against him, breathing heavily.

Michael released her tortured nipple and kissed his young daughter. “I’m proud of you baby girl” he said. “You can have breast orgasms like your mother.”

“I like them Daddy” she said. “They make me come hard, but not too long.” She smiled at her Father and took his hard member into her small hand.

“I’m very hot, Daddy. Will you come swimming with me?” she asked.

“Sure baby girl” he said. “lead the way.”

Amber got up from her Daddy’s lap but didn’t release her grip on his cock. She smiled at him and said “I will lead you by your fat cock Daddy” she giggled.

He chuckled and got up, allowing his sexy young daughter to lead him by his now fully engorged penis. As he walked behind her, he watched the way her ass jiggled slightly with each step and the way her firm muscles would change it’s shape as she moved. He enjoyed watching his daughter’s beautiful ass as she led him through the kitchen and out the sliding glass door to the pool, the whole time pulling on his cock.

She began descending the steps into the pool still pulling her father behind her by his cock. Finally, she released his cock as the water was deep enough for her to have to swim.

Amber was a good swimmer and loved doing it. It was her second favorite exercise. Michael leaned back Çamyuva Escort against the side of the pool and watched his daughter’s tight young body glide through the water. This was turning out to be a very fun day, he thought. He slid into the water and let himself relax.

His daughter wanted to play however, and she splashed him, giggling. He swam after her and quickly grabbed her firm young body dunking her in the water. they wrestled for a while, laughing. He would release her and she would swim away, only to ask her father to come catch her, trying her best to stay out of reach. He was strong and fast though, and always caught her, wrapping his strong arms around her body and lifting her out of the water, or dunking her in. They played like this for a half hour, Amber thoroughly enjoying the way her father manhandled her so easily.

They decided to get out and after toweling off, they took turns rubbing tanning lotion all over each others bodies. His young daughter spent a lot of time making sure his cock had plenty of lotion on it. They then sat on the pool chairs next to each other, holding hands and taking in the sun.

After laying out for about an hour, they went inside together and Michael fixed sandwiches for both of them. Over lunch Michael began asking his daughter questions about her life.

She told him that she was happier now than she had ever been in her life. Her life was good before her 18th birthday, but now it was amazing! Continuing to ask her questions, she told him about her friends, and about how she missed being on the drill team. Amber had been on the drill team ever since middle school, and before that her parents had her training in dance since she was a little girl. It was her passion in life to dance and she enjoyed it more than most things.

Amber had a few boyfriends during high school, and she told her Father about them. She always broke it off with them when they wanted to get too serious, or when they tried to have sex with her. She loved to make out and she wanted to have sex, but only with the right man. She talked about her last boyfriend named James. “We made out a lot and I let him play with my tits and pussy a few times” she had said “but he never got me off. I guess I knew he was the wrong guy for me all along.”

She told her father how men and boys would look at her body all the time, and how she didn’t mind at all, and liked the attention. Many of the girls were jealous of her throughout high school, but she had a few good friends, mostly the girls on her drill team, and she simply didn’t care about the rest of them. She had just graduated High School and was happy to be moving on.

As they began talking about sex, she told him that one of her girlfriends had lost her virginity a short while ago. She didn’t like it though, because it hurt too much. She told him that her first time wouldn’t hurt her though, she had broken her hymen last year. She had been fucking herself with her hairbrush.

“It hurt a lot Daddy, she said, but Mom helped me clean up and told me she was glad that I had done it.”

“How long have you masturbated hun?” he asked.

“Since I was 14” she told him. “And… I like to think of you while I masturbate Daddy.” she said.

“Tell me what you think about” he said, his cock getting hard again.

She looked at her father and said: “I think about being your wife, so that you would fuck me every night and use me whenever you felt like getting off. I also think about your powerful cum and how good it tastes”

Then with a serious look on her face she said “I want you to be my first Daddy, I want to be your little slut.”

Michael stared at his daughter, her hidden desires turning him on, his cock getting harder with every word. “Thank you for sharing that baby” he simply said.

“You’re welcome Daddy!” she smiled brightly. They got up and hugged each other. He leaned down and kissed his daughter hard on the lips, his hands moving to her ass cheeks, massaging them as his tongue explored her mouth. She kissed him back with vigor, massaging his cock between them with both of her little hands. She couldn’t help herself. Now that it was ok for them to touch each other, all she wanted to do was play with his massive member.

They kissed like this for Çamyuva Escort Bayan a few minutes then Michael broke it off. “I have an idea baby” he said.

Amber continued to massage his fuck stick as she said “what is it Daddy?”

“I think it’s time I teach you a few more things about sex. Come sit down on the couch.” he said.

“Oh yes please, thank you!” said Amber, giving his cock a few more jerks before bouncing to the couch and sitting down.

He walked to the couch and stood above his sexy teenage daughter and said: “Our first lesson will be oral sex. I want you to open your legs wide hun, and scoot your pretty ass down.”

As she complied he knelt in front of his daughter and stared at her cunt, small, wet, and glistening. Bending over he gently gave his baby girl her first kiss on her cunt.

Amber looked down at her father’s handsome face kissing her young cunny. It felt good! Her heart began to pound and she moaned “yes daddy, kiss my cunt!”

Michael began tonguing his daughters sex. He tasted her for the first time. She was tangy and sweet. He liked her taste very much and began licking the length of her entire pussy, over and over. After licking her for a while he stuck his tongue in his daughters tight fuck hole as far as it would go. His daughter’s hips bucked up off the couch and he gently pushed her back down so he could continue his tongue fuck.

Amber loved her Daddies skillful tongue on her twat. She closed her eyes and began to massage her breasts while he tongue-fucked her, taking in the sensation. She was feeling good! her pussy was hot and leaking, her nipples were hard and felt good too. Her hips began to buck off the couch on their own. Her Daddy held them down though and kept up his relentless assault.

Michael was now massaging his daughters small clitty with his tongue, while holding his daughter on the couch with one hand, he took his other and slid it up and down her pussy, getting his fingers nice and wet. He took his middle finger and began to fuck her with it, sliding his digit in and out of her tight wet channel.

Amber was now constantly moaning, her sex being assaulted fiercely by her father’s tongue and finger. “Yes..” she moaned “fuck my cunnie with your mouth!” Her hips continued to buck, but her father held her down. She continued to moan and massage her own breasts and pinch her nipples for two minutes until the pussy assault became to much for her. “I’m cumming Daddiee!” she screamed as her fuck juice flooded his face. Her legs quivered and her chest shook, as she wailed and writhed on the couch. Her cum lasted over fifteen seconds and her father kept his licking up the whole time.

Finally spent, her clitty too sensitive, she pushed her Daddy back off her cunt. “Daddy, it’s sensitive!” she said.

Michael got up and sat down on the couch next to his daughter, his hard cock sticking out proudly. His daughter’s hand automatically went to his cock rubbing it’s bulbous head, coating her hand in his precum. He chuckled to himself. Amber certainly did like his cock! he thought.

“Ok baby now it’s your turn to learn how to suck a mans cock.” said Michael. “kneel down in front of me” he commanded.

Amber jumped off the couch and knelt between his legs a big smile on her face. “Oh Daddy,” she said “I want to be the best cocksucker for you. I love your big cock so much.”

“The first rule” said Michael “Is that you must worship the cock in front of you with your mouth. Start by kissing and licking it all over.”

Amber happily began kissing and licking her father’s prick. she licked up the precum coming from his piss slit and liked the silky texture in her mouth. It tasted salty, but other than that had no additional flavor. She much preferred his cum. She busily kissed his shaft and even went down to his balls, licking them all over. They were totally shaved clean of hair. She planted small kisses all over his beautiful tower, little moans of appreciation escaping her lips.

Michael watched as his pretty young daughter worshiped his cock. She couldn’t seem to get enough of it. He liked the feel of her wet tongue on his sensitive cock flesh.

“Ok Amber hunny, now it’s time to put it in your mouth. I know you won’t be able to fit it all in there, don’t Escort Çamyuva try. Just fit what you can. Remember, use your tongue to lick it all over while it’s in your mouth.”

Amber nodded excitedly and quickly put the tip of her fathers cock in her mouth. She sucked it deeper until she coughed and pulled it back. She could only fit about 3 or 4 inches of the cock into her small mouth, but she happily did so, tonguing it quickly while it was inside.

“Now you suck on it baby” said Michael “and bob your head up and down on it.” He placed his hands on the side of her head and gently guided her first ever blowjob.

Nodding that she understood, she obeyed her father’s commands. Sliding his shaft in and out of her mouth. She wrapped her two small hands around the base of his cock and began to jack them in rhythm with her sucking.

Michael looked proudly down at his daughter. She was doing well for her first ever mouth fuck. He removed his hands from her head and let her daughter set the pace. Amber’s beautiful face had a look of intense concentration as she bobbed up and down on his cock.

Michael’s cock felt good in her young mouth. “You can suck it harder baby” he said “pretend like your mouth is a cunt.” She moaned and sucked him harder and began to bob faster on his cock.

“Yes baby like that, keep doing that” said Michael. He was almost there.

Amber was happy she was getting her father off and started bobbing her mouth even quicker, hoping he would shoot his jizz straight into her mouth, like she had seen him do so many times for her Mom.

Only two minutes went by and Michael was about to cum. “I’m going to come baby” he said She removed his cock from her mouth and said: “Shoot your cream into my mouth cunt Daddy!” quickly resuming her work.

A few seconds later he was cumming into his sweet daughter’s mouth, heavy ropes of jizz coating it white.

Amber’s mouth was too small and gobs of jizz fell out of her mouth and onto her breasts and his legs. She swallowed and kept swallowing load after heavy load of cum, but more spilled out of her mouth and onto their bodies.

He leaned back and watched as his Daughter finished swallowing his spunk while continuing to jack him off with her small hands. After swallowing what was in her mouth, she continued to suck his rod for about 30 seconds. She then took it out of her mouth and said “That was yummy Daddy. Your cum tastes so good.”

She then began to lick up the jizz on his legs and her tits, making sure that she didn’t miss a drop. After finishing this she got up and hugged her father tightly.

“Did I do ok Daddy?” she asked.

Michael hugged her back and said “Yes baby, you did good.”

Amber smiled, then sat on her father’s lap and curled her legs up, trying to have as much skin touching him as possible, she then rested her head on his strong chest.

Michael stroked his daughters hair and let his mind drift for a while.

He needed to get more work done at home, so he asked Amber to call one of her friends and go over to their house for a while. She agreed and called her good friend from her drill team back in high school. After putting on some sexy panties and shorts, a bra and a tank top, she left to her friend Andi’s home just around the block.

Michael worked for six more hours, writing documents and notes on his findings, writing emails, and making a few calls. His daughter called him and asked to stay till Nine o’clock, and he agreed. Satisfied with his accomplishment for the day he watched sports center for a while, then some comedies he had saved up on his DVR. He ate a t.v. dinner while he watched them.

His daughter arrived home at 9, and quickly went to her room and shed her clothing. Michael watched as his sexy tanned, naked daughter walked down the stairs, her breasts jiggling, and quickly ran to his side, hugging him. She sat next to him on the couch and watched the comedies with him, making comments and giggling. The whole time watching she always had at least one hand playing with her father’s penis, and before long he was hard again. His daughter began slowly stroking his rod as the show continued to play.

Shortly after Ten, the show ended and he turned off the t.v. At this point his Daughter had gotten him quite worked up with her constant cockplay. He noticed her simply staring at his cock, her jacking hand now slick with his precum.

Amber felt her father looking down at her, and she tore her eyes away from his cock and met his gaze. Michael saw the lust in her eyes. “Daddy, can I sleep with you tonight?” she quietly asked.

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After last nights antics I had thought that the need for relief would have reserved itself for the nocturnal hours, but I was wrong. The first thing I wanted to do when I woke up was treat my pussy to some morning affection. I stayed in bed for another 30 minutes just stroking off my rug until I burst again. I gasped in delight and then lay still for a moment before blowing my pussy a kiss.

I got up with cum streaming out of my pussy, dripping down my thighs and lazily ambled towards the door. I decided not to check where my son was and just made my way to bathroom. Luckily he was not inside and I was able to clean myself up and get on with the day.

At the kitchen, I was fumbling around and waiting for Kurt but he never showed. I was a bit disappointed as I was getting used to our body rubs. I sighed, sat down to watch some TV and settled on a cookery program. I think sex was still on my mind as I found my eyes following the chef as she held a carrot firmly in his hand. Then he replaced it with a cucumber. It was a big one. What was he going to do with that? Maybe ram it up my inviting cunt? First, his subordinate assistants in their silly chef hats would tie me up, with each limb spread out, using some strong rope. My tits would be hanging out and they would slap it with the flat of their carving knives, threatening to chop my nipples off if I made another sound. Then, the cook himself could shove a rolling pin up my ass and de-stress from a hard days work. Sounded a bit extreme. Just how I liked my fantasies.

I opened my legs and clapped them open and then closed in a frequent manner. I was wearing tight denim and a tight tube top today, so my son had something more to look at if he could be kind enough to lend me his deviant eyes; that gleamed with relish at the sight of anything that was not far from undressed. I had a pair of gym shorts in my drawers, but if I wore those I’m certain he would he cream his pants the moment his eyes caught sight of me in them. I asked myself if that would be such a welcome sight and my mind responded with continuous buzzing.

I had my feet perched on the edge of the sofa so I relocated them onto the foot of the table ahead; one over the other. I looked over at Kurt’s door wandering if it would open any second now, so as I kept my eyes on his door I started to clench my bum and pout my vulva in upward motions. What I was doing would not make sense to anyone who decided to walk in now. It could be construed as a kind of erotic exercise, but thats as close as I could pitch it. My temples were tingling, so whatever I was doing was fun. To objective was to be caught in the act and made to feel embarrassed and ashamed. Hopefully not enough to make me stop fucking the empty air in front of me.

The crazy matrix thing was back. I selected out a few lines and they came flying out of my head; projected out onto the wall in big flashing text. I could not help but read them out:

“He put the broadsheet down and adjusted his specs, acutely aware of his mother’s position on the dining table. He was not expecting it, to see her lying on her back, spread-eagled, with a massive cucumber shoved up her ass.”

I’m not sure if Kurt could hear me speaking these dirty lines but it turned me on immensely. The visualizations were good but I decided I wanted to help them along with my own lines:

“So he loosened his work tie — removed it and placed it around his mother’s little neck. He told her not to be afraid as he tightened it around her, cutting off some of her breath as she resumed plunging the cucumber in and out of two gaping holes. The slow asphyxiation only appeared to heighten her ecstasy and bring her ever closer to where she wanted to be.”

I smiled as my thoughts continued. I had a gleam in my eye and knew that the bit I made up by myself was as sordid as anything I had previously imagined. I thought it was disgusting but I licked my long lips. My heart was racing and I needed another session. I looked around and could not see Kurt so I cheekily removed my belt. Now my jeans were easily removable if I wanted, but that would be too risqué. Instead I tugged them down a little by hooking my thumbs down on the pockets and lifting my ass up slightly. Now my hips were visible. Kurt had seen plenty but he had never seen mine, because of the kinds of long jumpers I wore. It was true I wore more looser and casual clothes these days, but I still didn’t show much flesh. This tube top was very naughty though, as it began above the breasts and ended not far below them. Since he never looked at me when we were in the same room anyway, it was almost okay to tug my jeans down even more. Even so, I felt a thrill just taking such saucy risks.

I switched channels to movies. I set my sights on ‘Dead calm’. I liked this movie. There was one scene in particular where the bad boy Billy Zane forces himself on Nicole Kidman. What made the scene erotic was Nicole’s submissive interaction as he tore off her denim Beycik Escort shorts and had his way with her. I watched this once with Kurt and no one made a beeline for the remote. It was one of the only memorable awkward moments between us. The kitchen rub was not awkward though, perhaps, because mother and son were allowed some bodily contact. Brushing hard against my ass would not give him a boner, and It’s not the impression I wanted to give. I mean, I’m sure he didn’t feel much anyway. Tom had a small dick so I guess his son had inherited the same biological curse. As a precautionary rule, It was always better to expect less in order to get more. Still, its not like I did not enjoy lubricating my ex-husbands little dong.

He hated me saying that.

I loved talking dirty while we were fucking our brains out. Dong was a word I used to piss him off, but other ones like gherkin and weener created a similar response. Unusually, Tom had no pubic hair, so I had to keep looking up to make sure I was sucking my husband off and not some teenager. Despite the size, it took a while for him to cum, so that was a blessing. I was just a bit disappointed his pecker couldn’t penetrate my ass. Anal sex was a distant dream, and double penetration was even further away. Tom could take me from the front and my son could fuck me in the ass. I would be in the middle, feet off the ground, getting drilled. Then they could help me out with some interracial group therapy by inviting their black friends over. Especially the big ones with the dicks that swayed down to the knees.

I licked my lips at the prospect. I could get a new nickname too; Amanda Hardkore. Sounded about right! But had to seduce my son first and take everything one step at a time. It was no good thinking too far ahead of myself, unless I was masturbating, then it was all good fun.

I tugged my jeans lower. My lower navel area and some bum flesh was visible. I rolled up my crop top a little to bring it just below my breasts. Now if were to make an appearance he could just about see everything from my ribs to the beginnings of my thatch. I arched my back because it gave me a really hot pose. I heard the deck creaking on the set of the movie. Unfortunately, my favorite scene had already come and gone, but it didn’t matter as I was otherwise occupied by my own lurid fantasies.

I tugged my jeans down some more and my silk winged panties were viewable. It was a svelte black pair that gave me a camel toe. I was wearing it for the first time so I could smell its freshness and I just used my thumb and finger to pull the front of my jeans out enough to get a good peek of the whole thing. I was quite proud of it as normally I bought my underwear in packs of three. The cheaper stuff still did what it needed to, but also had a tendency to disappear a lot. I knew that panty sniffing was popular but I was sure Kurt had better things to do. It was one of those small panties that did not quite reach over my ass, leaving a fair amount of butt cleavage to admire. I imagined walking on a beach in the summer with one of these on, giving the odd pervert a good view and boner. One would start jerking off and then all of them would follow suit. Even their wives would not be able to slap them back in to reality. The thought was like a tickle to my ribs, as a continued my upward thrusts. I reverted my attention back to my panties. They were flimsy, so one wave from the shoreline would drag it down to my ankles, giving camera ready kids the opportunity to add another candid picture to their already impressive collection of voyeuristic porn.

I imagined a hand smoothing the top of my abdomen and making its way down the runway, where it could get stuck inside a hot clammy rift; in my rift. It would have to be a strong rough hand, belonging to someone young and confident.

Suddenly, more lines came to me:

“As she exposed herself in the open, he watched with his pants around his knees, with his cock in full stroke.”

“He made his way to the table and revealed his presence to her. She waited in anticipation of some action. He lifted her feet up, took purchase on the cuffs of her jeans and pulled them off slowly, as if he was a knight removing the cloth from newly acquired sword. An object he greatly admired judging by the way his eyes remained transfixed by it.”

What would happen next I wondered? It was unusual to not see Kurt at least once during the day. I pulled my pants back up but left the belt coiled around the living room lamp. When I stood up it sunk down below the hips and looked poise to show some butt cleavage had I decided to give it a quick tug or put my hands in the back pockets.

I waltzed up to my son’s door and knocked. He never answered so I usually counted to 5 and then opened the door. When I did, I saw him working on his laptop as usual. It was a noisy machine that I could hear from my room late at night. He looked a bit of a thug with his Beycik Escort Bayan skin head but I liked it.

“Are you hungry?” I asked.

“A little bit.” He replied.

“K, I’ll go make you a sandwich then.”

With that I left his door open and made myself to the kitchen. I knew he hated his door not being closed, so I wanted to see his reaction. I made him lunch and delivered it to him. His room was stuffy and needed air, but I said nothing. Instead, I passed him the plate and my eyes quickly glanced at his screen. Near the logout screen of a window, I read a name ‘Roosevelt23’ and then the window minimized.

“Bon apetit.” I said turning about and making for the exit.

My drooping jeans probably exposed my ass a little and he got to see a lot of flesh from butt cleavage to half of my back. I really didn’t mind him looking at all. I tossed my hips from side to side like a sexy diva and hoped he enjoyed looking at my ass. When I was facing him his eyes were glued to the screen, so he was not aware of my tube top, but I hoped he bothered to check me out at least once. I really wanted to comfort him in some way, since I did not know how to comfort him the maternal way.

The computer kept him occupied most hours of the day from what I recognized. I think he went to minimize his screen as I entered the room, but I guess the laptop was so hot it took its time. Most of the screen was white by the time I got to him so I don’t know what website it was, only the name I read in the top corner which I assumed was a user name.

***

Later at night I was reading a few stories and decided to submit my own. I got changed into my night gown and removed my panties. I hooked them on to the door handle and watched as the breeze made them sway now and again. I don’t know I guess it just excited me. I had the light off, and the artificial glare of my laptop screen shooting out in front of me. It always seemed to have my full attention after dark. I was spread across my bed win my reading specs and transparent nightgown; stomach pressing into foam and legs swinging habitually from the knees down. I liked to brush the air with my feet and sometimes felt as if some ethereal force was gently caressing my soles and probable doing other naughty things to me. I encouraged it to violate me like the thing in that movie, The Entity. It could throw me around the bathroom anytime, and push me up against the top of the walls as much as it wanted, just as long as it fucked me good.

I noticed my straps had fallen off so I put them back on again. after typing a few lines, they slowly slipped away again. I looked down at my cleavage. It was a fine chasm. The gown I wore needed another bit of observation. It was very light and the slightest breeze made it flap at the hem. It was also quite apparent that it was easily removable should the need arise.

I lay there with my specs on typing away for hours — and time passed swiftly. It was a mother and son story that developed into a series of sexual encounters; each more powerful than the last. I decided to use my real first name, Amanda, as it was common, but wasn’t sure about the son’s name. I must have lost half an hour going through and rejecting names. I just didn’t feel any of them worked. I tried Tom but saw my husbands face in the character.

As I stroked and scratched the back of my calf with the big toe of my foot I stared at the screen with a humorless expression — How about Kurt?

The image of him and me gave me an instant flush inside my pussy. I initially decided to use Dan instead, thinking about the local milk man. He was quite a hot stud that I wanted to fuck and seemed to fit the bill for the following scenario. He could be a milk man for his mother. I started on my first page, where Dan was delivering milk. I opened the door in my Swedish maid uniform and invited him in to fill a small wooden tub with milk, so I could sit inside with milk filling up the space between my tits. I would look up and notice Dan’s face was flickering; changing into something else. After rubbing my eyes I realized it was not Dan, but a certain skin head I wanted to fuck, so I removed his name and replaced it with Kurt’s.

There was some consideration and a hell of a lot of hesitation , but then just thinking of the name itself brought back the tingling feeling down below. It was as if there was a line, and I was dipping my toes over it. I didn’t really associate my scenario with my son to that of the characters in my story because it was fiction and I needed something to relate to. Both names were common and the scenario was all role play, banter and just a bit of fun. Well, that was the idea anyway, and I only had to convince myself, and I wasn’t doing a very good job of it.

I cracked my knuckles and adjusted the angle of my laptop to suit my newly adopted posture. Just then I heard a few soft footfalls and turned to see Kurt passing by. It was around Escort Beycik 2am and I could hear his machine was active. I wonder what he did all night that was so important. I returned my attention to my screen. As I was writing the story I kept running into stumbling blocks. After about 5 pages in, I reread the whole thing and felt like it just wasn’t solid enough. Something needed to change, but not in the story itself. My description of Kurt was typical enough, but it was not MY Kurt. Maybe it needed to be a guy that looked like my son and Amanda needed to look like me.

My legs started to part voluntarily in response to that idea, followed by the lips of my cunt. It would certainly be a very kinky thing to do. I pondered over the possibility that anyone I knew visited such a site and I guess a few probably did.

Fuck it.

I had to go with my pussy on this one. I described us exactly as we appeared in real life and ran with it. Now I had to build up a story and get them to fuck each other, though that would be difficult to figure out since there were so many angles of approach. I continued writing for a while longer then eventually passed out with exhaustion.

The next day I woke up in the same position on my bed but with my laptop closed. I felt a bit of a chill lower down and glanced over the shoulder. I found my gown was up to my waist and my big ass was sticking out. It looked so tight and beautiful. I looked at my open door and saw no one there, so I grabbed a cheek and gave it a good squeeze. I was really horny and it felt so good to touch my ass and risk Kurt walking by. I planted my other hand on the other cheek so I could stroke them both at the same time.

“This feels good.” I moaned.

I delved in between the cheeks and found my ass hole. It was tight and had never been penetrated by a dick, so it was a virgin ass. I selected my middle finger and skirted around the ring, proceeding with a slow penetration. It hurt a little bit but I kept going. After a while I was slotting my finger in and out of my ass with subtle ease.

“Do you like it like that Amanda?” I moaned, pretending to be the voice of my lover.

I finger fucked myself anally for a few minutes before hearing some footsteps. I quickly unplugged my finger out of my ass and tossed my nightie over my naughty bits. Kurt came by and stood by the door. I’m not sure if he witnessed me covering up but I smiled and waved with my ass finger.

“Morning, er… hon” I blurted.

“Hi — I am just going out for a while.” He explained.

“Sure sure. Have fun.” I replied rather throatily.

He looked at me for a moment and then left. I dropped my head and then covered it with a pillow “Morning, er… Hon?!” I repeated with a muffled growl. That was really not cool. The smell told me he had brought his smell to my room, though I wasn’t sure how he managed to do that since he never entered my room. I looked around thinking about a few vagrant thoughts I was going to analyze, but they remained lost. I shut the door but kept my hand on the knob. Where were my panties? A thorough search revealed they had disappeared like previous panties before them. I hoped Kurt was sniffing them, and at the same time I hoped he wasn’t. It was all very confusing. Unless I rummaged around his room I would never know, but opted to take a shower instead. When I was out, I logged on I finished my story and then submitted it.

The sex was a bit rushed in the end but I couldn’t stop touching myself during every sentence I composed. Having to describe what my son was doing to me was weird but I liked it. The more detail I went into, the more I played with my cunt. It was less weird and more natural after a while. Kurt stayed out all day, so I got to orgasm several times. It was all good fun.

***

A few days passed and I received various comments on my story — mixed reviews. There was one from a user that caught my eye; I couldn’t believe it. Roosevelt23!! It couldn’t be my son, so I simply refused to believe it. I read his comments:

“Hello SexyQueen3, you have a good premise but not enough build up. Take your time. Love, Roosevelt23.”

“Wow!” I gasped.

Is that Kurt? I hoped not because I did not want to interact with the real thing. I’m not sure I could deal with it. I replied back to him though, while my other hand fucked my wet horny pussy.

“Dear Roosevelt23, I use pictures of actual couples to help me write — if you have something to stimulate me I might be able to write a better story. xxx your Sexy Queen.”

I pressed submit and then regretted it soon after. About 10 minutes later I got a reply. He gave me a link to another site. I followed it. This was a place where people could upload amateur porn and videos. The profile picture was of his dick. It was HUGE!!

I browsed his galleries and found one called mum. I opened it to find about 300 hardcore images of naked women. All of them had a faked face on them – my face. I could not believe it, I was in complete shock. This is what my son did all day long — put my face on naked women. I took a deep breath and my shoulders slumped noticeably as low as they could. I buried my hands in my face and wondered if the day could get worse. How embarrassing.

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Here is my first short story, hope you all enjoy.

Thanks to SS03 for the help with the editing!

*******

Jillian slid her gun into her holster and double checked her duty belt. She sighed thinking of another long 12 hour shift working at the jail; most people who knew her assumed since she was a lesbian she enjoyed working in booking and getting to strip search all of the incoming female inmates.

Jill and others who worked in booking knew however, the people they dealt with coming into jail, were not the type to get excited about. In all actually, Jill was becoming more desensitized to looking at women’s bodies: nothing sparked even the smallest interest in her anymore.

Jill looked at herself in the mirror one last time before grabbing her keys. As she looked she saw her hazel eyes taking in the ruffled look of her short cropped brown hair. Her uniform black polo shirt, clinging to her biceps and tucked with tight precision into her khaki pants.

Her undershirt hid the lines of both sports bras she wore, to help keep her breasts from moving while running up and down the stairs in the pods. The large duty belt and straight fit loose pants hid the curves of her hips and round ass. She knew she looked good in her tight jeans. The jail is just not a place to showcase her figure. The looks from the male officers being bad enough, but from the male inmates was worse. More unpleasant than all the men, was the female inmates.

It wasn’t due to the fact that they were off limits and so her mind shut off the possibility, no it was the repetitive behavior of addicts. Little things like mouth click sounds, even from the prettiest of faces could trigger lamentable effects on her body. The smile opening up to a set of missing and broken teeth. If you have never been around hundreds of meth addicts all being forced sober and clean then count yourself lucky.

Nope, Jill wasn’t attracted to any of the inmates she was responsible for. It was almost repulsive to watch someone with track marks across his arms and tweaking while trying to walk.

She wasn’t impressed by the massive muscles of the officers she supervised. She knew work was not the place she was going to find a relationship , jail did not invite a romantic atmosphere to their daily work.

Arriving at work at her normal 30 minutes early, Jill secured her gun in the Sally Port and made her way to the briefing room. She stopped on the way to check her box in the Sergeant’s room and found she had a new officer to train tonight. Jill huffed out a breath when she read the name, Alex Wainwright, great another fucking male.

Jill hoped he would at least be smarter than the last several they had hired, but she didn’t really expect much. She was sure between the last 4 officers she had trained, they had a combined IQ of 20. ‘If it was even that high,’ she sighed to herself.

Jill met up with Matt, the day shift Sergeant in the briefing room. Matt saw the reserved look on Jill’s face and let out a low chuckle. Jill punched Matt’s shoulder

“It’s not fucking funny asshole, you know they give me the dumb ones so the general public can’t see them during the day.”

“Yeah but it can’t get much worse after the Nick thing right? I mean closing the Sally Port door on the HiPo’s new charger… Haaaa Haaa Haaa… I mean really it can only get better, right?”

“That’s what I thought until I got that Arnold guy”

“I didn’t hear what he did”

“It’s not what he did Matt, it was his lack of doing anything, including not being able to use even one of the two brain cells in his head”

“Come on Jill he couldn’t have been that bad”

“Seriously? Did you not even hear about our 30 minute conversation when he thought cop cars didn’t have reverse?”

Matt just shook his head laughing again. “Come Jill let’s get this over with, looks like your rookie is here”

Jill turned around and looked into the most beautiful deep green eyes she had ever seen. Jill wasn’t even sure how long she had been staring into her eyes before Matt nudged her shoulder and said, “well if her looks came with brains then you’re in luck, but you know it’s normally one or the other so enjoy your night.” He laughed again, earning himself another punch to the shoulder.

Jill stayed next to Matt while he conducted the briefing, she kept her eyes glued to some part of the new officer Alex the entire time. Alex, obviously not a male, had dirty blonde hair wrapped up in a crisp clean looking bun, which made it impossible for Jill to tell how long it would be if she just reached over and pulled the ties out.

Oh how Beldibi Escort Jill wanted to run her fingers down the length of Alex’s hair just to see if it really felt as smooth as it looked. Rip off that uniform and see what her body looked like without it.

Jill was not paying even the slightest bit of attention to Matt’s briefing and had not even realized she had been called on for her shifts announcements.

Alex had turned to look at her supervisor when Jill had been introduced. Alex saw Jill’s eyes traveling over her body and let a small smirk slide across her lips.

Jill froze when she realized she had been caught staring and only then realized the room was silent with her entire shift starting at her. Jill finished with assignments for her officers for the night, then sent her shift away. Making an abrupt decision at the last minute.

“Maxwell, take the FNG with you. I want her to be able to run the control tower by midnight, and test it by the end of the week.” Jill yelled to Maxwell before he got to the door. ‘because she is too fucking beautiful for me to think coherent thoughts around’ she added to herself. There was no way she was going to be able to train the new girl, even if she was the best qualified to train new guards. Jill didn’t trust herself to be left alone around her yet.

A little after 10pm Maxwell called for Jill to come test the FNG on tower operation. It was the fastest anyone had been able to test out of tower operation in years, and Alex passed with flying colors.

“Not my first rodeo Sarge” Alex added with another smirk in Jill’s direction. “I worked at New Fork county jail before moving out here. Their system is identical, I just had to get used to your layout.” Alex had extended the syllables on the last two words while her eyes drifted obviously across Jill’s body from top to bottom. Licking her lips after.

Jill could almost feel the caresses coming from Alex’s eyes as she had done it. It wasn’t a creepy stalker look she received from most of the officers. It was almost like Alex was wanting to gently touch and learn her own layout. Jill could feel the moistness gathering in her underwear at the thought.

With the facility being locked down for the night, the tower operator would have a slow shift the rest of the night. Maxwell begged to be released from the tower duty so he could go deal with the action in booking.

Jill let him go and let Alex take over as tower operator. Jill sat down and the two of them talked for hours getting to know each other. There was an obvious attraction between the two women.

Alex was used to this line of work and hadn’t come into her new job looking for a relationship. Least of all with her new supervisor. Jill had no desire to start a new relationship either, and then thought about the complication of having even a one night stand with a subordinate officer.

As the women talked they realized they actually had a lot in common. It was easy for them to talk with one another and Alex was able to multitask enough to continue the conversation even when there was a call she had to answer or door to open.

In the middle of Jill telling Alex about her last haircut, Alex reached out and ruffled Jill’s hair and complimented it. Jill grabbed Alex’s wrist and pulled her knuckles to her mouth and whispered to Alex “this is a really bad idea” she then kissed Alex’s knuckles and released her hand.

Alex gave Jill another of her trademark smirks, moved the hand Jill had just released and placed it on Jill’s knee. “Where are the cameras in the tower Sarge?”

Jill pointed out the cameras, where the view points are and where the blind spots are throughout the tower. Alex turned to face Jill completely

“We are both adults Sarge, and I’m consenting. How about you?” Alex walked to the counter where the biggest blind spot for the camera system was. She released her duty belt and set it on the floor. Alex knew it was a bold move, and she was sure she would have been fired immediately if Jill didn’t respond the way she hoped.

Jill quickly assessed the time, officer movements, security and calculated there would be no use for the tower operator for about 15 minutes.

“Ironically, I am also a consenting adult.” Jill responded while moving over to the counter. Jill dropped her own duty belt, untucked her uniform shirt and began removing her boots. “You better hurry FNG, you don’t have much time before you’re needed at the controls.”

Alex immediately began throwing off her own uniform. Jill caught Alex’s shirt midair as she flung it away from her body Beldibi Escort Bayan in her haste. “Camera’s Alex, I’m going to have to take off the rest for you if you can’t remember where the blind spot ends.”

Jill turned beat red, realizing her shirt flying across the camera view would have been bad, even worse when she realized she would have had to retrieve it topless in view of the cameras had Jill not caught it in time.

In the time Alex had processed all of that Jill had already gotten down to her underwear and bras. “Looks like you might need help after all”, Alex looked up at Jill after removing her boots and her jaw dropped.

Alex knew the uniforms weren’t made to be complimentary of the body and figured Jill would look good out of it. She had severely underestimated how good. Jill without clothes was breathtaking. She had the fullest D cups she had ever seen, even with them still being held down by multiple sports bras. She had amazing abs with the bottom of her 6 pack pointing to the perfect V in her hips. Alex wanted to reach out and lick all the way across them

Jill was turning to pick up her clothes and move them out if the way and Alex was still staring watching her thighs tighten as she bent over with her round ass begging to be smacked. Alex couldn’t help herself and did just that.

“Owe. FUCK, you’re going to regret that Alex”

“Promises, promises Sarge”

Jill grabbed the bottom of Alex’s undershirt and almost ripped it off over her head. Jill unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, causing them to start falling off Alex’s hips. Jill turned Alex so her ass was against the counter and Alex jumped enough to sit on it causing her pants to come the rest of the way off.

Jill could already smell Alex as she kneeled in front of her. She ran her hand up Alex’s thigh, once she reached her center she lightly flicked her fingers across Alex’s underwear and back down her other thigh. Alex let out a soft whimper when Jill’s hand moved back away from her center and had stood up.

Jill grabbed Alex’s wrist again and brought Alex’s fingers to her breasts.

“These are in need of some attention Alex.” She said in a soft whisper.

Alex let out a breath of air and looked into Jill’s eyes, the lust obvious to them both.

Alex lifted the first bra over Jill’s head then gently lifted her breasts over the fabric of the bottom layer. The cloth was holding them upright and together while Alex caressed the fill mounds in front of her.

Jill sat down on the counter with Alex following on top of her licking her lips at the feast laid out on the counter.

Alex leaned her head down flicking her tongue out first across one nipple then the other. Alex cupping both mounds together sucked both nipples into her mouth lavishing her tongue between them. Jill let out a soft moan

Jill reached a hand down across her own body and into her panties. She began rubbing her clit gently in time with Alex’s tongue on her breasts. Jill’s hips began to rock on time to the attention she was receiving from both action.

Alex finally releasing the breasts from her mouth continued rubbing Jill’s nipples between her thumb and forefinger. She kissed down Jill’s stomach licking and nibbling along the way, paying extra attention to any area causing Jill’s body to jump.

Alex made it down to the seam of Jill’s underwear and kissed her way above them down to the crotch nuzzling her face into Jill’s covered slit.

“Mmmm, I want to taste, your dripping pussy Sarge.” Alex mumbled out into the crotch of Jill’s underwear.

She let go of Jill’s nipples to glide her fingernails down to Jill’s panties. She tried to slide them down and had to tug on them until Jill lifted her hips to allow Alex to take them off completely.

“Please, Sarge, please let me taste you” she begged pulling her panties off.

Alex returned her mouth to the sweet scent of Jill’s essence, taking a deep breath in to savor the smell before kissing along Jill’s thigh to return her mouth to the awaiting reward. Jill’s fingers began to manipulate her own nipples when Alex’s mouth went to work between her legs.

Alex licked from top to bottom as far as she could reach with the limited space of the counter. Alex sucked Jill’s outer lips into her mouth with her tongue dancing in-between them firmly because of the pressure she was applying from sucking.

Alex nibbled before letting go completely allowing her tongue to seek further into the treasure before her. Alex reaching out with her rolled tongue delved as far into Jill as far she could reach, Escort Beldibi drawing out the sweet liquid from within.

It seemed the further Alex was able to explore the more liquid she was able to obtain. Jill reached her hands down grabbing ahold of Alex’s bun and moved her head up so Alex’s tongue could focus more on her clit.

“Yessss, right there Alex. Fuuuuck… That feels so good” Jill didn’t let go of Alex’s head, instead pulling her further into her body.

Alex was lost in the pleasure she was giving Jill. Alex’s tongue was circling around Jill’s clit using her hands to hold Jill’s hips down. Alex sucked Jill’s clit into her mouth letting her tongue flick across it. Alex continued to use her tongue to circle the clit now in her mouth while applying pressure onto it with the motion of Jill’s hips gyrating underneath her.

Once Jill set a solid rhythm with her hips, Alex followed along with her tongue. Circle on the downward motion, and applying pressure on the forward thrust. Circle, pressure, circle, pressure. Jill was holding her breath as her climax approached.

Alex could feel Jill tense up and knew she was getting close to release. She began flicking her tongue across Jill’s clit with the downward and adding more pressure with the upward.

“Ohhhh fuck, just like that Alex, don’t fucking stop” Jill inhaled a giant gulp of air. Jill bit in the inside of her lip to keep from screaming as her orgasm rocked through her.

Once Jill was able to breath normally she pulled Alex up to her giving her a lingering kiss. Jill reached her hands down sliding her fingers into Alex’s waist band.

“Good Alex you’re so fucking wet.” Jill gave Alex’s pussy a little swat and rolled Alex off of her. Grabbing Alex clothes and throwing them at her, Jill began putting her other bra and shirts back on.

Alex looked in disbelief.

Jill grinned, “told you, you would regret spanking me.”

Alex was staring at Jill with open frustration.

“Come on Alex get dressed, you have less than 3 minutes now before the officers are going to start moving for sight checks and you need to be decent for the camera.” Jill still had her bottom half undressed, she leaned back against the wall watching Alex process that information.

“Oh fuck” Alex whispered and began throwing her uniform back on. Alex had just barely finished buckling her duty belt back on when the officers had reached the first door into the pods.

Jill sat back and watched Alex work, her hand drifting back down to her pussy. Jill began stroking herself while Alex was monitoring the officers checking all the cells. Alex didn’t notice what Jill was doing until Jill began whimpering and moaning softly.

Alex had to cross her legs and bite her tongue to keep from responding to the sounds Jill was making

“Oh fuck. I’m gonna cum again, you better hurry up” Jill said as the officers entered the last pod. By this time Alex was rocking in her chair seeking any friction she could to get some kind of relief.

The looseness of the uniform blocked every attempt Alex had made at getting herself off. After the officers were clear of the pods she double checked to make sure all the housing units were secure. She verified there shouldn’t be any distraction before allowing her attention to wander back to what Jill was doing and the sounds she was making.

Alex almost fell out of her chair trying to get up. She slowly made her way back over to Jill in her lust driven haze. Jill removed her fingers from her own pussy and held them up for Alex. Alex sucked each one into her mouth removing all trace of Jill’s cum from her fingers.

Just as Alex had finished a call came over the radio. “Sergeant you’re needed in booking with an aggressive hostile down here.”

“I’ll be down in a minute” she responded into her handheld.

Jill finished putting the rest of her clothes on while kissing Alex in-between adjusting her clothing. She took a step back from Alex spreading her arms out.

“How do I look?”

“Amazing, but I’m still seeing you without your clothes on, but you’re uniform is immaculate as always.” She reached over and brushed a small dust speck off of Jill’s shoulder and readjusted the collar of her polo.

Alex kissed Jill’s forehead and leaned back. “So if I can’t smack your ass goodbye, how do I guarantee you’ll come back to finish where we left off?”

“Oh Alex, you’re the new tower operator, you will be up here every night from now on. Of course I will have to verify you’re learning everything you need to be, so I will be in and out of here every night.”

Jill winked at Alex before heading back to work thinking of all the ways she would be making Alex moan before their next day off.

At briefing in the morning Matt asked Jill how her night went. Jill sighed wiping her hands down her pants.

“Oh Matt it was a long night, Fucking New Guy and all.”

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Hanna stood in her Greenwich Village studio apartment admiring the table she had set. The fine china, crystal glasses, and good silverware elevated the Shabbat dinner she was about to have with Jovita. A pair of Shabbat candles glowed in silver candlesticks on the window sill. A bustling nightlife was visible through the window, but inside, everything was calm and peaceful. Hanna put the challah on the her cutting board, covered it, and placed it on the table. A salt shaker went next to the braided bread. Skipping services is one perk of being a woman, Hanna thought to herself. I would never have been able to prepare everything in time if I had to go to maariv too. Lastly, she opened a bottle of Israeli wine and put it in the refrigerator to breath and chill. The sound of a doorbell told her that her girlfriend had arrived.

Hanna rushed to the front door of her building to open the door for Jovita. “You’re right on time. I just finished preparing everything,” she declared.

Jovita handed Hanna the bag of fresh fruit she was carrying. “Good. I’m starving. I had to work through lunch today, and I came here straight from the office.” The couple walked to Hanna’s apartment. There, Hanna washed the fruit and put it in a bowl. “How are things with your parents,” Jovita asked.

“They still haven’t returned my phone calls, but it’s only been a week since they blew up at us for interdating. I’m sure they will come around with time.”

Jovita nuzzled her lips in the crook of Hanna’s neck. “Thanks for standing up for our relationship. I know that was difficult for you.”

“You were worth it,” Hanna replied.

“Do you have plans for Thanksgiving?” Jovita asked.

“Not yet. Why?”

“My parents are hosting the entire extended family up in Poughkeepsie. You’re invited.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything,” Hanna said.

“What time do you think we should leave to get there by noon with the holiday traffic?”

Hanna fidgeted a bit. “Let’s plan the details tomorrow night when Shabbat is over. I’ll make Kiddush over the wine, and then we can start the meal.” Hanna got the wine out of the fridge and poured it into her ornate silver Kiddush cup. Jovita waited patiently as Hanna recited a long Hebrew paragraph. When the prayer was over, Hanna took a sip of wine from the Kiddush cup. Then she Yeşilköy Escort poured half the wine into Jovita’s wine glass and handed it to her. Jovita tasted the red wine. Next Hanna poured the rest of the wine into her own wine glass.

“What does that Hebrew mean?” Jovita asked.

“It sanctifies Shabbat and commemorates the exodus from Egypt,” Hanna answered. Hanna brought the Kiddush cup to the kitchenette sink and called over her shoulder to Jovita. “Now we wash our hands before breaking the bread.”

Jovita stood next to Hanna as Hanna put water into a silver vessel with two handles. Hanna poured water from the vessel three times over one hand and then three times over the other. She pulled Jovita’s hands over the sink, refilled the vessel, and repeated the ritual to wash Jovita’s hands. “???? ??? ?? ?????? ??? ?????, ??? ????? ????????, ????? ?? ????? ????,”Hanna recited. Then she dried both sets of hands with a towel.

“What does that prayer mean?” Jovita asked.

Rather than answer, Hanna motioned for silence and lead Jovita back to the dinner table. She uncovered the challa and scored it with a bread knife. Then she recited more Hebrew, “???? ??? ?? ?????? ??? ????? ?????? ??? ?? ????”. Next Hanna sliced the bread into small pieces and shook salt on it. She ate one piece before passing the cutting board full to bread to Jovita. “Eat.”

Jovita followed Hanna’s order and ate a piece herself. “This is all kind of new to me.”

“Don’t worry. It becomes more familiar with time,” Hanna assured her. “I should have told you ahead of time. There’s no talking between washing the hands and eating the bread, except for reciting the prayer over the bread.”

“I see,” said Jovita before changing the subject. “The embroidery on that bread coverer is exquisite.”

“Thanks,” Hanna said. “We keep the challah covered during the prayer over the wine so the challah doesn’t get embarrassed about being second.”

Jovita suppressed a chuckle at the concept of bread being embarrassed. As Hannah brought the food to the table, Jovita made conversation. “I read online that this Shabbat is part of a global effort to get Jews to observe Shabbat. The program started last year in South Africa and became international this year.”

“Shabbat brings the Jewish people together. Yeşilköy Escort Bayan It’s a unifying force for us,” Hanna explained as she sat down with Jovita.

“I guess you have Shabbat to unify you, and we have the Pope,” Hanna’s legs shifted anxiously under the table. She silently served herself some gefilte fish. Jovita continued talking about the Pope, “I really like Pope Francis. He’s reforming the Church’s views on homosexuality. He’s only taking baby steps, but it’s something.” Jovita noticed Hannah’s discomfort with the topic. “So tell me, what do Jews do on Shabbat.”

“We go to services, have festive meals, and take Shabbat naps. Some Jews walk through the park,” Hanna answered.

Jovita delved into her meal. “After such a stressful week at work, I could use a Shabbat nap,” she said in between bites.

Hanna got a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “You know, Shabbat nap has a different meaning for married couples. It is also a euphemism for afternoon sex,” she said as she finished the fish and loaded chicken and side dishes onto her plate. Hanna held Jovita’s hand. “I’m very glad you are finally staying over for the night.”

“Me too,” Jovita agreed. “I’m excited and a bit nervous. I’ve never spent the night with a lover before, but I think I’m ready to take that step with you.”

Soon, dinner was done and it was time for dessert. The lovers went to the kitchenette where they sliced up the fruit. Hanna got a parve dark chocolate spread out of the refrigerator. Both women took turns dipping the fruit into the chocolate and feeding it to each other. At one point, Hanna got a smudge of chocolate on the corner of Jovita’s lip. Jovita held still while Hanna licked it off. Smiling, Jovita dipped her finger into the chocolate and smeared it on Hanna’s cheek. She cleaned up the mess with her own tongue. Abandoning the fruit, Hanna and Jovita painted each other’s faces and necks with chocolate so they could enjoy licking it off their bodies. Jovita started to unbutton Hanna’s blouse, but Hanna stopped her with a hand. “I better bench before we get naked.”

Jovita waited patiently as Hanna read several pages of Hebrew prayers from her book. Then the couple moved to the bed where they got each other undressed. “You really have never been naked with a lover Escort Yeşilköy before,” Hanna asked.

“That’s right,” Jovita confirmed. “I was waiting for the right person, because I’m kind of traditional that way. I’m also saving my hymen for marriage.”

Hanna fondled Jovita’s D cup breasts as they faced each other in front of the bed. “I lost my virginity when I was 21, and I’ve gone all the way with 3 lovers in my life.” Hanna’s hands slid down Jovita’s body to her ass. “I guess I’ll take the lead here. It will be hot to guide you through love making.” Hanna turned Jovita around and bent her over the side of the bed. Her hands spread Jovita’s legs apart to give her access to her lover’s muff. Then they glided up her inner thigh. Once there, one hand made large circles around the edge of Jovita’s sex while the other massaged her back. Jovita arched her back in response.

The hand on Jovita’s pussy lips found its way to her growing bud and rubbed it vigorously. Jovita gasped at the sensation. Hanna’s other hand grabbed Jovita’s long black hair and pulled it gently. Then a finger slipped into Jovita’s cunt. At first it just explored the end of her virgin tunnel, but soon it was inching its way deeper. Two more fingers joined the first. Hanna let go of Jovita’s hair and groped her ass. The fingers in her womanhood delved deeper and deeper until they met with resistance. Jovita grabbed Hanna’s hand to stop her. “Careful. You’re at my hymen.”

“Sorry,” Hanna said as she backed off. Hanna turned Jovita onto her back and knelt by the edge of the bed. She put one of Jovita’s legs over each of her shoulders. Then she spent long minutes kissing her lover’s inner thighs. Jovita moaned in pleasure as the slow foreplay brought her to new heights. Finally, she put a hand on the back of Hanna’s head to guide the woman to her cunt. Hanna obliged by kissing and licking her labia. Eventually her tongue found its way into Jovita’s pussy. Her fingers roughly fondled Jovita’s clit. This treatment brought Jovita over the top, and her womanhood contracted in a sudden orgasm.

Hanna kissed her way up to Jovita’s lips. “Was that good for you,” she asked.

“Very good,” Jovita replied.

“I’m glad,” Hanna said. Then she glanced out the window as she broached a difficult topic. “You said you are saving your hymen for marriage. Can you picture us being married some day?”

“It’s still early to talk seriously about marriage, but yes, I have pictured us spending our lives together.”

“Me too,” Hanna declared. The couple rested naked in each others arms beneath the covers until they slowly drifted off to sleep.

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While Stella and Evie are getting to know each other better, Mei Lin makes her own discoveries when she meets an older woman, Linda after buying her first dildo. Mei Lin spends the night at Stella’s with Evie and sees things she shouldn’t, meanwhile Nicki is faced with a moral dilemma that threatens to turn everything upside down.

NB: Author’s note: I’m sorry this bit is so long, I tried to find a logical break but decided instead to just let it run out.

*****

Evie stirred in her sleep as the dream faded and oddly enough she heard the raucous laughter of a kookaburra. What the hell was a kookaburra doing in her bedroom? A few moments later she felt the tendrils of sleep drifting away as the bird laughed again and then her eyes snapped open as she registered her present situation.

For a start she was stark naked and she always slept with a nightie on, secondly the bedspread was unfamiliar and as she rolled onto her back she saw that the room was much larger than her bedroom at Diane’s place. The memory came back then, the slow lovemaking had started in the living room sometime around nine. They’d kissed on the couch and fondled each other through each other’s clothes and then they got serious as they became more aroused. The action had continued in the bedroom not long after and Stella had been at great pains to drag it out as long as possible. What was it she’d called it?

“Fully clothed sex,” Stella cupped her breasts in her hands and pushed them together yet again, “you bring each other to orgasm without getting naked, also known as dry humping.”

“How is that even possible?” Evie panted, “and more to the point, why?”

“Why not?” Stella kept kneading her breasts, “because it’s a challenge.”

“You’ve done this before?”

“More than once but usually it was because we were in a place where we could be disturbed.”

“Like work?”

“Something like that,” she moved her hand down over her belly to her crotch and using three of her fingers, rubbed her slowly. “the general idea is to go as long as possible without getting naked, touching breasts and genitals is permitted but no removing clothes.”

She danced her fingers down the front of Evie’s blouse until she reached her belly and then very slowly, she clamped her fingers together in a wedge shape and pushed them down over her skirt until she reached her pussy. Evie shivered as she reversed direction, applying more pressure as she passed over her genitals. Stella stayed there for the better part of a minute, watching as her eyes dimmed and then closed. Her breathing came in slow and measured, and Stella changed position so that she was now straddling Evie.

Hands moved over her blouse again, reached her breasts and then she pushed them up and out, the younger woman opened her eyes weakly as she basked in the sensation. She reached up and put her hands on Stella’s breasts to mimic her movements. Gradually they fell into a rhythm and as they kissed each other, Evie felt herself moving closer and closer to the edge. Every part of her body was on fire with desire and she was the first to break as she tried to undo a button on Stella’s blouse but she pushed her hand away and pinned her wrists to the bed.

Stella moved on top of her as she rubbed her belly and waistband against Evie’s pussy. It had an immediate effect because of the coarser material of the jeans combined with the button against the thinner skirt material. Evie whimpered and pulling her wrists away from Stella’s hands, she grabbed her buttocks and held on tight as she spread her legs as wide as the skirt would allow. Her genital lips began to fill with blood as they dry fucked each other in the missionary position and when Stella arched her back slightly and rubbed her breasts against Evie’s the other woman became more and more aroused.

The momentum slowed as Stella tried to adjust her position once again and seizing her chance, Evie grabbed her buttocks tightly and rolled sideways at the same time. Stella was taken by surprise but went with her until she was the one pinned to the bed and this time Evie exacted her own revenge as she danced her fingers down Stella’s front, building her movements rapidly.

Stella grabbed her skirt and pulled it up her thighs to produce folds in the material and drew tiny circles over her buttocks. Evie shivered with delight as as she rubbed her pussy against Stella’s crotch, finding the right position by feel.

Gradually however, the passion increased as she drew her hand down over Stella’s pussy, and finding the zipper, rubbed slowly a few times before exerting more pressure. The older woman let out a purr as Evie kept working, their mouths met in teasing kisses that lasted longer and longer until finally Evie eased herself to a sitting position and guided Stella’s hands to her pussy.

Their eyes locked onto each other as Stella found her pussy through the skirt and panties and because she’d managed to pull enough of the skirt up her legs she could now carry out an erotic exploration.

At first, Evie reciprocated Ova Escort and rubbed Stella’s genitals at the same time but as the other woman’s hands became stronger and her rubbing more precise she felt the wooziness flowing through her and at one time she really thought she was going to pass out. Her vision became fuzzy and her breath shallow and almost ragged. However just as she thought she was going to let go Evie found she was on a plateau, neither able to move up or down.

“I give in,” she panted, “you win.”

She reached back and unzipping her skirt, undid the button. The waistband fell forward and Stella dropped her hands down the front of her skirt and over her panties. Evie was now fully aroused and Stella started masturbating her through the panties. Evie fell into step with her, rising and falling with each stroke. Stella got her hand behind the panties and then sitting up, put her hand between Evie’s legs and pulled her own legs around until she was sitting on them.

She could now drive two fingers up inside her and Evie gasped as she grabbed her shoulders, forcing herself to take the extra girth without any preparation. An animal like cry escaped her lips as Stella bent her fingers slightly and drew them back down to stimulate the mass of nerve endings attached to her clitoris.

“Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” Evie whimpered as Stella drove in again and went as far as her knuckles. Evie pushed against her as Stella withdrew and then it was sliding back in again, harder this time and so it went for a few more minutes until Evie let go of Stella and throwing herself backwards, propped on a palm and pulled her panties down to expose her vagina.

Stella was pumping her rhythmically and Evie scissored herself with her other hand, her cries were coming in short and sharp.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Stella saw the moment the orgasm hit her. Evie’s eyes went wide and then her mouth relaxed as she spasmed, she fixed her eyes on Stella’s face as the whimpers kept coming and then they changed tone so that it sounded as if she was crying. Stella hesitated for a split second and then drove in and out again. Evie jerked suddenly and then twitched again, she rubbed her pussy faster and faster until finally she fell back onto the bed and grabbed her breasts.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh fuck.”

It was a shorter orgasm than the ones she’d experienced with Stella before but it was still very satisfying and as they lay together she managed a tired grin.

“So that was clothed sex?”

“We could have gone longer,” Stella flicked at her own hair. “To be honest that was pretty much spur of the moment, next time we plan this we need more appropriate clothing, something a bit lighter and looser.”

“Yeah, the skirt was a bit tight on me but I agree, it’s a date,” Evie grinned.

***

Mei Lin fastened the final button on her white blouse and ran her hands over the garment. Auntie Mary had sent it to her some three months ago. It had the standard shirt collar and double button cuffs but the buttons down the front were quite different. There were two rows of black buttons set at angles to each other except for the top two, which were opposite each other. She’d left the top two pairs of buttons undone for a more relaxed look but as she went over her plan for the day she contemplated either doing them up and adding a brooch or putting on something else entirely, she frowned as she pictured the shop near the railway station.

Like a burqa, she rolled her eyes and plucked at her belt, black jeans would go with anything, she cast her eyes around and stopped when she saw the kerchief dangling from the bedpost. It had red flowers amidst a geometrical pattern.

“Perfect,” she plucked the kerchief off the bedpost and tying it around her neck, arranged it in a cravat style and then donned the black, tailored jacket, which along with the ankle boots made her look older than her nineteen years.

She’d gone further than ever before once she’d gone to bed later on. Her earlier attempt at masturbation had been interrupted by her mother trying to get through a locked door but with her parents in bed and the house in silence she’d tried again.

Penetration was something she’d attempted once before with mixed results but last night she’d managed to insert a finger part of the way in and by stimulating her clitoris she’d been able to achieve some sort of climax but it had taught her something else. She needed something bigger than an index finger and as she’d drifted off to sleep the image that rose in her mind’s eye was that of the shop in nearby Bayswater with the blacked out windows. It had been there for years, and even if you peeked through the doorway you couldn’t see a great deal because there was a wall and a walkway off to your left that led into the shop itself.

The notice directly in front of you informed you that minors were forbidden from entering and staff reserved the right to request ID from anyone who looked under the age of twenty five, Ova Escort Bayan even though eighteen year olds could still enter.

The challenge twenty five rule meant she’d have to take her driving license with her along with her credit card, if she wanted to buy a dildo and to be fair she didn’t even know if they sold such things. The one time she’d peeked inside the only thing she could see off to her left was a wall hung with sexy underwear and a blow up doll, also with sexy underwear.

Evie stared at her reflection in the mirror and pulled the blouse tighter over the push-up bra she had on underneath. Her breasts were already large enough but the bra emphasized them even more and hopefully made her look older and, she stared at herself, more confident.

“Is this too much?”

She eventually emerged from her bedroom satisfied that she looked at least twenty five, the last thing she wanted was to be asked any questions at all.

“Where are you going today?” her mother asked as she stepped into the kitchen.

“Out,” she replied.

“Why are you being so,” she sought for the appropriate English word, “snarky.”

“I’m not,” she picked up the cereal packet, “I’m being me.”

“You were never like this.”

“I’m nineteen years old, I have a driver’s license and I’m going to university, next week. Why are you treating me like I was still ten years old?”

“I am not,” her mother shot back.

Mei Lin thought about answering back but then decided against it. She still hadn’t told her mother about her plans to move out because a lot depended on whether or not Stella agreed to it. She had her breakfast and then brushed her teeth and headed out to her car. Over breakfast her mother had asked where she was going, specifically and when she mentioned Bayswater and maybe Knox City she asked if Mei Lin could pick up a few travel brochures from the agency. She’d almost retorted with the familiar comment about all that stuff being available online when she recalled that there was a travel agency a few doors down from the sex shop. Dutifully agreeing to pick up a few brochures helped lighten the atmosphere slightly.

However as she stepped out of the agency some time later and stared at the black window Mei Lin felt as if she was walking on egg shells. She looked up and down the street in case any of her mother’s friends happened to be in the vicinity. A car cruised along Station Street with the stereo pumping out an old Angels song, the driver was tapping the steering wheel but he did look at her as she stood in the street with the brochures in one hand and her phone in the other.

Another three cars drove past in quick succession as she edged closer to the door and just as another car appeared in the near distance she stepped forward quickly but came to a dead stop as a woman coming the other way cut in front of her. She’d seen her approaching but thought she was going past the shop.

“Shit, sorry,” the woman stopped, “after you.”

“Thanks,” Mei Lin stepped inside, “my mistake.”

“And mine,” the woman grinned.

Mei Lin walked along the short passageway. There were different items hanging on the wall this time and the mannequin had been replaced with a hideous blow up doll, and then she was inside the shop and staring around at the fittings. Two racks to her right contained a variety of sex toys, the walls were covered in other toys and just behind her were the magazines and DVDs. The woman headed for that particular section.

She looked to be in her early thirties and was shorter than Mei Lin with a curvaceous figure. She was dressed in a white, ruffled blouse and black leather pants. Mei Lin’s eyes were drawn momentarily to the kerchief at her throat, it was a different colour and instead of being tucked into her blouse like a cravat it was worn like a knotted scarf. The woman must have been a regular because she greeted the woman behind the counter with a smile.

“G’day Rhonda, new hairdo this month?”

Mei Lin tuned the reply out as she moved to the opposite wall and scanned the items hanging from it, there were a lot of dildos and vibrators. She stared at the prices and winced as she calculated the amount of money she had left in her account.

“Excuse me, miss.”

She turned as the woman from behind the counter approached her.

“Do you have ID on you?”

Mei Lin blushed as she looked past her but just as she was about to take out her purse the woman at the magazine stand turned around and stared straight at her.

“For fuck’s sake, Rhonda, turn it up. She’s over eighteen.”

Rhonda stopped in her tracks as she turned around.

“It’s the law.”

“You going to ask me for ID?” the woman stepped forward.

Rhonda opened her mouth to reply but the woman took another step forward.

“She’s one of my clients.”

“Oh, okay,” Rhonda now took a step back, “sorry miss, I’m just doing my job.”

Mei Lin swallowed as she released the purse. The woman took a few steps forward and put the Escort Ova DVDs and a couple of magazines on the counter.

“I’ll take these,” she nodded at her.

Mei Lin turned about and grabbed a small dildo with ribs that looked more like out sized rings moulded onto the shaft and moved to the counter, she took out her purse as the woman paid for her purchases and took out her credit card and her license. Rhonda did glance briefly at the license as she bagged the other woman’s items and then nodded at her.

“Don’t worry, you look old enough.”

The woman who’d spoken up for her left the shop and Mei Lin paid for her purchases and dawdled by the magazine stand but the prices were a bit extortionate and so she left. Her new ‘friend’ was standing near a car outside the shop checking the messages on her phone and a smile nudged her lips as she tapped the screen.

“First time, huh?”

“Yeah,” she looked up and down the street, “one of your clients, huh?”

“No need to be embarrassed,” she pocketed the phone. Mei Lin followed the movement, noticing the imprint of the bra against her blouse, “Linda Smith, relationship counsellor and online sex blogger extraordinaire,” she held out her hand, “and you’re not really one of my clients but you looked like you were walking on eggshells and I just took a chance.”

“Oh,” Mei Lin ran a hand through her hair, “sex blogger? For real?”

“Not under my real name,” she smiled, “my screen name is Lovelace, I have a online channel where I give out sex advice, but if I used my real name I’d attract the stalkers and the incel crowd, it’s for my own protection.”

“Of course.”

“I’ve only been doing it for the last twelve months,” she added, “but I’ve been working with couples for nearly five years. The sex blog is just an outlet where I can vent myself.”

“Uh huh,” she released her hand, “wow, this is a coincidence.”

“Why? You looking for counselling?” Linda dipped a hand into her handbag and pulled out two different cards, one was her professional card on a plain cream background but the second one was a crimson card with white lettering and the name Wendy Lovelace and the tag line We Need To Talk About Sex.

“Give me a call some time, it’s all legit, don’t worry.”

A bus cruised towards them and Linda took a step back as it turned into the railway station.

“And on that pleasant note I need to catch my bus.”

Mei Lin registered the number 664 on the front of the bus and made the connection.

“You live in Croydon?”

“South Croydon,” she moved away, “my car is in the garage for the next day or two, sorry I’ve got to run.”

She moved between two parked cars and Mei Lin swallowed and then spoke up.

“Look, I’m in Bayswater North, I’ll drop you off.”

Linda hesitated as the bus moved towards the bus stance.

“Oh, are you sure?”

“Positive,” she slid the card into her handbag, “besides, you spoke up for me when you could’ve just stayed out of it, it’s only fair.”

“All right, thanks,” Linda stepped back onto the pavement, “I’ll give you money for it.”

“Don’t be silly, it’s only a bit out of my way.”

“Free advice?” Linda drew closer.

“Whatever,” Mei Lin shrugged.

“Thanks,” Linda smiled, “I do have transport but I dropped the car off at the garage,” she fell into step beside Mei Lin as they headed for the carpark.

“My office is being moved to Richmond so it’s a longer commute and more kays on the clock, I’d buy a new one but my financial situation is a bit up in the air right now,” she glanced at Mei Lin, “sorry, I’m rambling.”

“It’s fine,” Mei Lin smiled slyly, “I ramble all the time and sometimes I even make sense to myself just not today.”

***

Stella opened the door and stepped inside the room, a quick glance around the room told her that the meeting was full but she spotted an empty seat between two men and then another one further on next to the wall. A woman in a white blouse and black leather trousers occupied the seat next to it but she had her handbag on the empty seat, Stella made her way along the row to that particular seat and the woman lifted her handbag and putting it on the floor, held out her hand.

“Welcome,” she murmured, “Linda.”

“Stella,” she shook her hand and then they both fell silent as the member standing beside the chairperson went on.

“And if I’d ever been late to a meeting my sponsor would have told me to bugger off and come back when I was serious,” he glanced at Stella but the chairperson shifted in his chair and looked embarrassed at this sudden shift in tone.

Stella however didn’t blink as she propped against the wall but Linda turned and winked at her. The speaker continued with his story, which was probably the same story he told every time he was called to speak. There were pauses after he mentioned a couple of episodes for knowing smiles or a laugh. However there was little of that as he finished his tale and then he was finished and the other members applauded as he made his way back to the empty seat she’d seen first.

“Thanks, Bill, for your words of wisdom,” the young man sitting at the table smiled and then he looked around the room, searching for another speaker but that looked to be a ploy because when he reached Stella his eyes shifted.

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With my large ass still smarting from Becky, my soon to be Mother In-Law’s swat, I began looking for a short skirt in my luggage. I was pretty sure that I had not brought anything she would find acceptable. To be sure that I have not mislead you, I was in no way afraid of her or the swat on my ass. Rather she had my pussy juices flowing. She was very sexy, I adore her, and was more than ever looking forward to a day of shopping with her.

As if reading my mind, I felt her hand upon my arm. Both of us still nude from our shower, she pulled me towards her bedroom. Dan, my soon to be Father in-law lay on the bed still asleep. I could not help but take the time to admire his cock. It was quite obvious where my fiancé Steve received the genes for being well endowed. Though flaccid from giving Becky what sounded like a good hard fucking last night, he was still very impressive.

Turning my attention back to Becky, she had matching, though different color, mini (or rather micro) skirts and baby doll tank tops pulled from her dresser. As she had already addressed me with instruction that panties and bras would not be needed, we dressed together. She looked so sexy. Posing with her and looking in the mirror, I noticed how we would easily be confused as sisters. In my opinion, very sexy sisters.

Through the mirror, I also noticed that behind us on the bed, Dan’s cock was now hard and standing at attention. Turning to face him, his eyes were open and his smile was very approving. From behind me, Becky lifted my shirt, exposing and cupping my breasts for him to admire. “We will be taking care of you and your son’s big cocks later. Until then, you may kiss her breasts goodbye.” Without a word his mouth engulfed my nipple, sucking and nibbling rather than kissing.

It took Becky’s fortitude of a mother to pull me away and into the car. As we pulled out of the driveway, I reminded Becky that my own Mother had already bought my wedding dress.

“We are not shopping for a dress Honey. That is very sweet of your Mother to buy you a dress to be a beautiful princess for a day. We are shopping for the wedding night and honeymoon. These will make you his queen for life.” Jumping onto the highway, she continued; “We will be shopping in the larger city about twenty miles away. Better selection and my respected business man husband will not have to deal with uppity clients deeming his wife and daughter in-law slutty.”

As I stepped from the car, my sore muscles from my swimming race the day before became very apparent. I groaned, swearing off swimming for life. Ironically, Becky pulled me into a store selling swimming apparel. With a wink Becky assured me that “swimming is not the important thing in swimsuits.”

Had she not shared this piece of wisdom, it would have been obvious with her selections Kınık Escort she made for me to try on. With an assortment of skimpy suits we headed for the dressing room. Initially she seemed disappointed that the room was very small, barely large enough for me to change. Handing me the first bikini, “put this on and come back out for me to see.”

Stepping out of the changing room and looking at myself in the mirror, the top was very sheer. Becky brushed off my complaints simply stating “when this gets wet it will be especially beautiful with your large areolas.”

Suit after suit Becky surprised me: “I like how your nipple pokes through this knit top.” She spread my legs checking on how pretty one made my “camel toe”. A slap on my ass showed her approval of a jeweled g-string where my big butt cheeks were in full view. An even smaller one brought her attention to the front “You will need to shave completely with this one.” As she tested the ease of removing a top, fastening and unfastening it exposing my breast in the process, I noticed that a male clerk had moved closer with each suit to gain a better view.

Finally stepping from the changing room dressed in the Becky’s mini skirt and little top, I now almost felt overdressed. Becky had a package under her arm and was leading me to the next store. I had no idea which one she had ended up choosing. This first stop had set the pattern of sexy and leaving me with questions; where might I wear a toga, is a completely shear top acceptable for a formal, why would I need to be able to remove a top smoothly to music? I lost track of how many clerks she exposed my breasts to or how many patrons had watched her hands run across my ass feeling the tightness of pants she had picked out. Even when we had found a dressing room large enough for the two of us, she insisted I step out into the “natural light” for her (and everyone else I might add) to get a better look at the little cup-less teddy and crotch-less panty set.

With extremely sore muscles and a trunk full of God knows what, we headed for home. Becky reassured me that she would take care of my muscles and that she had checked in at home and plans for lunch were set.

Stepping into the front door of the house we were greeted by a friendly Oriental hostess in a very sexy kimono. What a special catering service they had arranged. Looking past her, I could see one of those cute little tables with cushions around it. Before seating us the hostess helped to remove Becky’s top and skirt, leaving her naked. I soon followed without objection. At least this time it was in the comfort of my future In-Laws living room.

I began wondering when Steve and Dan would be joining us as Becky and I took our cushions at the little table in her living room. Rather than our men, Kınık Escort Bayan our beautiful Geisha hostess re-appeared with a tray of sushi. Removing her Kimono, she kneeled between us. With great skill she began feeding us. Her chopsticks picking just the right pieces of sushi in proper order followed at appropriate times with ginger. I adored her gorgeous small thin body lovely beautiful dark nipples protruding from small breasts. Her body was such a contrast with my future Mother In-Law and my curves. Her ass was so small compared to both of ours. Cute, but small.

As lunch was finished, our sweet Geisha cleared the table. In silence she guided me up from my cushion directing me to the table. My sore muscles would finally be receiving relief from the lovely lady’s hands. Rather than the massage I expected, she guided me to the edge of the table. Lying me on my back rather than stomach, she spread my legs placing my feet on the floor. I felt very vulnerable with my pussy completely exposed to her and Becky.

With warm water she began lathering up my pussy to be shaved. Becky’s fingers began massaging my face helping to calm me while her soothing voice reassured me. “Your pussy will be beautiful shaved. Feel the warm shaving cream and her fingers massaging your pubic area? Relax and trust.”

This was easier said than done as the young Japanese man entered sharpening a straight razor. Our Geisha and my future Mother In-Law held me in place. The handsome young man removed his robe. Steve and his Father’s were the only penises I had ever seen. I knew that Steve was well endowed, I also saw that his father was probably even slightly larger. This young man’s cock was probably half as long and very skinny.

He bowed to my pussy spread in front of him and began shaving. Avoiding the thoughts of the possibilities of him slipping and cutting my most personal parts with the straight razor, I thought about his cock. The razor sliding through the warm shaving cream felt wonderful, as I stared at his adorable cock. As he shaved my pussy, I watched his cock become hard. Becky appeared to be reading my mind, “not today, but someday you can taste his cock, feel his cock in your pussy.” She was very close, but actually I was imagining his cock in my ass.

All too soon, he finished. The erotic feel of the cold razor blade running over my pubic mound and outer pussy lips, was soon replaced by warm oil. His hands felt wonderful gently spreading the warm and soothing oil over my freshly smooth pussy. My initial desires were for him to expand the massage to my still aching muscles. This was a temporary want as my cunt soon demanded exclusive attention. Becky’s clearing her throat vetoed my lusty desires. Bowing to Becky he stepped back, dick standing proudly at attention. Escort Kınık They left me lying on the table for her to inspect his work, my pussy.

Becky kneeled between my spread legs. Her attempts of putting on an air of a business like inspection were betrayed by her warm loving touch. Her fingers glided over my smooth cunt bringing shivers up the length of my spine. My mind willed her fingers to touch, to spread my pussy lips. Whether just in my mind or vocally, I know not, but I begged her to fuck me with her long, elegant, manicured fingers. The entire morning had been an extended and erotic session of foreplay. The hours of dressing me up sexy, telling me how hot I am, touching me, feeling me, and fondling me had me squirming. All her attention was on ME.

The desire overcame any and all soreness in my muscles as I lifted my large ass up off of the table. Becky’s fingers continued their light touch. She knew how to tease, keeping me desire more, keep me wiggling. Steve has always been wonderful in bed. I was now learning that women have a wonderful, tender touch. She knew exactly what, when, and where to drive me crazy.

Her fingers gave way to her tongue. Her licks varied from quick darting movements to long slow ice cream licks keeping me guessing. She missed no area of my pussy. Her tongue traced every fold, inside, outside, pushing deep pressing my g-spot. Her breath danced upon the mixed wetness of her saliva and my nectar. Only my clit remained untouched.

Grabbing my soon to be Mother In-Law’s hair, I pulled her hard against my clit. The beautiful Japanese couple pulled my arms away pinning them above my head. He held them in place, kneeling upon my forearms. The woman I assume to be his wife, ran her hands over my torso and breasts. Her strokes almost keeping time with Becky licking circles around my clit approaching closer and closer. Her lips surrounding it’s hood, sucking hard enough to bare my click, which only her breath dared to tickle.

Feeling my toes curling and every muscle in my body tightening, I knew an orgasm was coming. It was coming whether she touched my clit or not. I heard my own voice begging; “Please, please, please.” Her fingers dug into my ample ass cheeks lifting them up to meet her mouth. Her lips pushed back my clits protective hood as she sucked it between her lips. Sucking, licking, blowing on my clit. After what seemed like hours of teasing, she now devoured my clit. A barrage of sensations released my mind completely. I now felt nothing but animal lust.

The Asian girl (I am embarrassed to admit I still do not know their names) took my nipple in her mouth. With a growl, I pulled my arms from under her husband, grabbing and pulling her hard against my breast. She sucked with passion. She bit me tenderly, and not so tenderly as I fucked Becky’s face. Rather than the usual swell, my orgasm came like a damn bursting.

My mind spun. I could feel my body convulsing out of control. For no reason that I know of, tears flowed down my cheeks. “Wonderful, so wonderful” escaped my lips as my body relaxed and peace filled my mind.

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