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The next I awoke to a lovely warm and wet feeling of a pair of lips wrapped around my cock pumping and licking as I pulled the covers back Tia was giving me one fantastic blowjob and I was enjoying it too much to try and stop her.

From the room across the hall I could hear Pt and Phil going at it one more time and this added to the pressure building in my cock.

Tia milked the head for all it was worth and I couldn’t hold back anymore I pumped my load in to her warm wet mouth and she greedily sucked out every last drop while swabbing the tip with her tongue.

After recovering I pulled Tia to me and gave her a passionate kiss swabbing her mouth and tasting my cum.

I went to the shower as Tia was resting on the bed as I got into the shower I began reliving the events of the past twenty four hours and thought to myself how lucky I was.

Without even realizing I began to soap my dick ad lather it extra and getting my self worked up again.

As I rinsed off the sting off the water brought me back to reality I had to go to work today I had a big investor coming in.

When I came into the breakfast are there sat Phil, Tia, and Pt having some breakfast.

I noticed that Tia had loaned Pt a smart looking Business suit and all the accessories to go with it.(I was wondering about the underwear if any).It looked as if Pt was going to work today to.

We gave our spouses a Kiss good bye and headed to the car.

When we got to the car Pt got in on the passenger side and immediately took off he shoes and skirt and put them in the back seat she said she didn’t want to wrinkle the skirt

She sat there and smiled at me and said I am like a frito – bet ya can’t eat me just once.

As we started down the road she asked me if I was all fucked out or if I had one more load in that great dick of mine.

I said what do you have in mind?

As she licked her lips grinned she said how about a blow job?

I said with pleasure but 1 more thing would make it better.

Your wish is my command Pt said.

Take off the rest of your clothes I want your body naked!

She took it all off and put them in the back as she leaned over the back o the seat I reached up and traced the outer lips of her cunt and inserted my finger right to the knuckle as I did this Pt began to ride my hand she was pretty wet for just getting in the car.

Pt pulled my hand away from her cunt and turned to face me and said I am going to make you pay for getting me going early in the day.

I went to pat her cunt and she pushed my hand away saying I am in control now.

She looked so sexy laying back against the door with her bare feet in my lap and her long slender hand stroking her tits and playing with her rings it seemed the more I watched the harder she pulled on the rings which made her nipples stick straight out.

She continued to stroke ankara escort her body down her ribs to the flatness of her belly and finally down to the clean shaven pussy as she rubbed two fingers over the mound she slowly spread the lips apart so I could see the two bars crossing the clit she put one and then two finger in to her cunt and began riding her own hand.

I reached over to help her and she smacked my and away JUST WATCH SHE SAID!

I could feel my own juices starting to flow and my shorts were a little wet.

Now drive real slow Pt said and enjoy the show.

Her left hand seemed to disappear as her right hand was tugging at her nipple rings and occasionally slipping down to the clit bars to give them a tug or pinch.

Pt started working her left foot in my lap I could not resist I took her toes into my mouth one at a time and began sucking the as if they were a cock Pt loves this and made her start to react as if she were heading for an orgasm. she was sweating and thrashing about her nipples were standing straight up and hard as rocks her pussy was dripping down her arm and on to the seat. Her breathing came faster and had kind of a rasp to it, her hips thrust up and back an forth and little sounds emitted from her throat. And at last she lay spent and exhausted with her foot still in my lap.

As Pt sat up she asked me to turn the AC on to cool off and then asked if I enjoyed the show?

I answered who wouldn’t

Okay then pull over and switch places

You gonna drive naked are you?

Hell yeah.

I pulled over and put the car in park as I leaned back I gazed at her lovely nakedness and wanted to kiss her.

As I got out of the car Pt slid over to the drivers seat I walked around and got in on the passengers side.

Pt reached over and stroked my cock through my pants and said why don’t you let the big boy out, better yet take your clothes off and join me naked. I’ll make it worth your while!

I striped off my clothes and put them in back next to hers.

Pt said I want to watch you jerk off as we go down the road.

I began stroking my cock and it soon became alive and standing at attention.

I felt the car swerve a couple of times and knew Pt was watching me as she drove.

I was stroking the head slowly and the pre cum was starting to flow as Pt reached over and scooped it off the end of my cock and lapped it off her finger.

Pt asked how close are you? I said real close.

Pt said hold off until the toll both I want to see the collectors face.

As we approached the toll booth I started pumping faster and was about to blow my wad when I noticed Pt picked the booth with a young girl as an attendant.

I could feel the load building and my cock head swelling and the sweat was pouring out as the sperm started flowing out the end of my cock as Pt opened the window ankara escort bayan with a ten dollar bill to pay the toll. The attendant got a little red at first and then looked as if she were enjoying it. The sight of Pt naked and me having an orgasm was just too much.

The attendant said to Pt your old man has some cock is he done yet?

I wish I was going with you I would take my clothes off right now and help with a dick like that it would be my pleasure.

Pt smiled and said keep the change it was worth it and sped off. She leaned over, swiped some of my cum on her finger and licked it clean. As we got near the office Pt pulled over and much to my disappointment we got dressed. Pt said keep these for the day it will keep me in mind and handed me her panties. I will see you tonight every inch of you and left.

After my meeting with Ann my secretary I decide to give Tia a call at home and see what her and Phil were up to.

The phone rang several time and I was just about to hang up when Tia picked up and said hello.

Her breathing sounded a little labored as if she were working out.

I asked if I was interrupting her work out she said kinda

What exactly are you doing.

Well she said how much do you want to hear? Every thing I said.

Well you and Pt left so I asked Phil I he minded if I took a shower and he said no but he wanted to watch.

Well the shower was great and it added a little having him watch through the glass walls it was kind of a peep show.

After the shower Phil was there to dry me off with a towel and offered a massage.

I laid down on the table with the towel on and Phil has wonderful hands.

He started on my neck and worked his way down my shoulders as he went further down the towel went with him

He slowly did my lower back and I was really starting to enjoy it just when I thought he would work on my ass he skips down to my legs.

Phil said he loves hairless and wants the doctors number.

As he started on my legs he spread them a little to get the inside of my thighs that was real turn on him looking up my towel to my cunt.

When he got to my toes he took each one in his mouth and suck them as they had never been sucked before I felt it in my crotch and I was oozing a little bit.

I didn’t notice that Phil had taken his clothes off until he pulled the towel back up and told me to roll over.

There I lay on the table under a towel and a naked man with a big hard right in fornt of my face is working on my body.

Well he took my arms and hands and massaged them and massaged my lower legs and my toes again.

Man did I get turned on when I watched him suck my toes I had the towel wet from me dripping.

He pulled the towel down so he could work on my tits and was rubbing my tits and would tug a little on my rings I AM SOOO GLAD escort ankara I HAD THEM DONE WHAT A TURN ON.

As he worked lower and lower her pushed the towel out of the way and was working on my belly and my barbell swirling it around on my clit and then would stroke down to my pussy lips and massage them a little.

Hey hon are you horny yet?

Yeah I said.

Then what are you going to do about it. Take that bad boy out and spank him.

What are you doing now I asked.

Let me finish and then I will tell you.

Phil was stroking my pussy and had me all wet and hotter then hell.

So I moved him around to the end of the table and took the head of his cock in my mouth and swabbed the pre cum off the end of his dick.

The I took the entire length in and tried to swallow it I couldn’t so I backed up to the head and swirled my tongue around it and nursed on the tip I could feel the head starting to swell so I sucked the cock back in and was pumping it as the head got bigger I backed out again and swirled the head and stroked the balls and lapped his cock as much as I could.

At last the I could feel the load starting and the head swelled and his dick began throbbing. he started riding me and I felt the first squirt come out and stick to my tongue as he pumped I felt the cum squirting and me trying to catch it all. I took his cock in and suck and swallowed every last drop.

Well then I told him he had to finish the massage.

Well he started to rub me from head to toes and occasionally he would stop and give my cunt a lick.

He got me tuned on and pulled me to the end of the table put my legs over his shoulders and put that cock of his on the outside of my cunt and began to slide up and down across my clit and bumping my barbell.

And just as you called he just put that cock in and was very slowly starting to fuck me.

Is he in now

YES but just the head.

What does it feel like?

His cock is great and he strokes in and out of me like I am on a skewer his dick head goes all the way up and bumps against my cervix while he takes and rotates my bar bell against my clit all this while he is watching me. The head is soo big it stretches my lips out and the shaft feels like it never ends.

I couldn’t take it anymore and took out Pt’s panties and my cock and started to stroke it and told Tia what I was doing. Tia squeeled with Delight and said wish I was there to help you.

As she and Phil fucked with me on the line and jerking off I could hear Tia starting to get close to an orgasm her breathing was heavy her voice had a raspy tone and she began to moan. I could hear Phil starting to moan and breath heavy

Tia told me his cock head was swelling up and she thought he was going to come.

In the back ground I hear Phil yelling he was cumming.

Just then my dick head swelled my balls got tight and I felt my load start pumping it was almost like your first wet dream you tingle all over and the hot cum shot out from the end of my cock into Pt’s Panties.

As I recovered I said to Tia I would see all of her later to save me some.

To Be Continued

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The team from Cologne were a feared opponent. It was the last match before the Christmas holiday and it was always going to be a tight game. But a block from Anita finally gave the fourth set to us. The coach gathered the girls in a ring for some pep talk and tactical advise.

A twisted ankle stopped me from fighting with my team-mates. It was practically cured and I could walk normally, but it was still a little to soon to play a competitive game. So I was consigned to the stands and actually felt ok about it. My little sister Stina was defending the family honour with flying colours as usual. Plus being a spectator certainly has its perks for someone who, like me, can appreciate the beauty of both the game itself as well as some of the girls playing it.

Ok, so I’m Malin. Me and my sister Stina were born in Sweden — hence our Swedish names and, some might say, our blonde heads — but our parents moved to Bremen in Germany when we were still little kids. Now I’m 23 and Stina is 20. For a year now Stina and I have been living as students in Berlin, after an aunt of ours moved to Italy, leaving her big Friedrichshain apartment empty. Stina has always been a volleyball ace and walked right into a local 2nd Bundesliga team. I had to fight a little harder for a regular spot but eventually I got there — until I hurt that ankle a few weeks ago.

Next to Stina, the team has two players as good or possibly even more brilliant than she is. The undisputed leader of the team is the Russian girl Varya, a tallish brunette from Moscow. Apart from being great at blocking she’s a fantastic setter. She could maybe work a little on the mental side of things though — she has a fierce temper and easily loses patience with team-mates that are not as impeccable on the court as she is.

And then… then there is Anita, an enigmatic 24-year old green-eyed brunette from Norway. She’s very athletic — after googling her I found out she won several Norwegian championship medals as a 400 and 800 m runner a few years ago. She’s our number 1 hitter and her spike is absolutely lethal. If Varya’s problem is that she sometimes shouts at the other girls, Anita hardly ever says a word to anyone. She just graduated from the Police Academy in Oslo and came to Berlin for a postgraduate course in EU Law and European police cooperation or something like that. As soon as the game or the training session is over, she just walks straight home to a room she’s renting not far from the sports hall.

Which is a pity because I would love to cast stolen glances at her nude body in the showers. Anita is without a shadow of a doubt the most delicious thing I’ve ever seen in my life. If those green eyes ever looked at me with desire my pussy would in all likelihood explode. I hold her solely responsible for reawakening my libido, which had been dormant after I dumped Sophie in early ’21. Sophie was a very beautiful and, it turned out, also very dull German girl, something that became very apparent when Covid hit. I wanted to go to illegal underground parties and have a little bit of fun at least, whereas Sophie just wanted to do the whole stay-at-home routine and slavishly watch the depressing news on the telly 24/7. I had to let her go. That whole experience just put me off girls and dating for a while, until that Thursday afternoon three months ago when Anita appeared on our training session and blew everybody’s mind with her amazing volleyball skills, stunning beauty and introvert behaviour. “Don’t fall in love with that one,” my sister told me, but it was too late. Well, nothing would happen any way. I mean, I guess I have an attractive face and body — that’s what people keep telling me anyway and I can certainly look at myself in the mirror every morning without puking. But I just wasn’t in Anita’s league. My sister Stina — oh yes, she was in that league and I’d always looked up to her beauty. But as we shall soon discover, she had her sights set on someone else.

14-12. Fifth and final set. The game had been going back and forth and my throat was sore from all the screaming. The serve from the Cologne team was expertly defended by Anita, who steered the ball in the direction of Varya, who then set up my sister perfectly. Stina couldn’t miss this, right? Of course she couldn’t. Her spike was way out of reach for the Rhineland girls. Five-set victories are the sweetest and the other girls were all over Stina, hugging her and, in Varya’s case, kissing her on the cheek.

It was a few weeks ago that I noticed the chemistry between the Russian brunette and my sister. Being a spectator had given me a chance to study their interaction. I noticed the little glances they gave each other, the high-fives after another point won, the ever more frequent and long-lasting hugs. Plus Varya never ever shouted at my sister even if she once in a rare while would make a mistake. This kind of stuff was probably not great for the team dynamic, ’cause the other girls could see Stina — and myself as well, by virtue of being eve gelen escort Stina’s sister — receiving preferential treatment from Varya.

But a kiss on the cheek, that was a first. And now, seeing how my beautiful sister’s freckled face lit up I had a spontaneous idea. After finishing the round of congratulations, I turned my attention to Varya and Stina.

“Look, someone told me the hot water is gone again – “

I just made that stuff up, taking advantage of the fact that here had been an instance of that in the past.

“We live just ten minutes from here. Why don’t you come and shower at our place, Varya?”

As I said, this was a spontaneous idea on my part triggered by all the obvious flirtatious vibes between my sister and the Russian brunette. Stina gave me a nervous look.

“Wow, that’s so nice of you,” Varya responded in her delicious Slavic accent. “I fucking hate those cold showers. You really don’t mind?”

Stina’s face lit up again and she shook her head.

“No, no, we live nearby,” she reassured. “With super hot showers!” she added in a slightly silly fashion, finding it hard to hide her enthusiasm that her favourite Russian was coming home with us.

The next turn of events caught me completely off guard though.

“Anita!” Varya shouted at the Norwegian, who was already on her way out.

“The showers are cold again. We’re going to the Swedish sisters instead.”

Anita looked puzzled.

“Well… I never use the showers here anyway, I live just five minutes from here.”

The Russian took charge.

“Listen, Anita. We need to build team cohesion. That’s what the coach told us. You need to start integrating with the rest of us girls here. In fact we’re all worried about you. You never say a word to anyone.”

“Thank you, but I’m ok…”

“Fine! Then show it by coming with us. Pazhalsta…”, she begged her in Russian.

“Ok.. I guess…”

As we briefly dropped by the changing-room to get our clothes, Varya smiled knowingly at me. Shit, had my fascination with Anita been so obvious? Anyway, to say the latest Varya-induced turn of events had me tense was an understatement. Fuck, the main protagonist of every single sexual fantasy of mine the past three months was coming to us! To use the showers or whatever.

My head was spinning as we were walking the kilometre home to our aunt’s apartment. I had so not planned for this! So when Varya suggested we stop for a glass of glühwein I was all for it. Maybe the alcohol could calm me down a little. For the girls, who were all sweaty after an intense two-hour game of volleyball, it might not be the best idea in the world to stand outside in the freezing December cold, but I don’t think that occurred to anyone. Varya and my sis were giggling and flirting openly, constantly touching each other. Anita as usual was silent as a stone, but I could swear she sent some glances in my direction. Or was I hallucinating? I took a large sip of the mulled wine and almost burnt my tongue.

“My hands are freezing,” my sister complained. Varya wrapped her own hands around my sister’s and blew on them. In the chilling December air, her warm breath looked like smoke. I could tell by the look on Stina’s face that Varya’s breath on her hands felt soothing and erotic. The cold weather brought out all the freckles on her nose and she looked happier and more beautiful than I’d ever seen her.

All girls apart from the gloomy Norwegian had a second glühwein, with added amaretto this time. With empty bellies and dehydrated after two hours of volleyball, the alcohol quickly went to Stina and Varya’s heads. And what about me, were the two glasses of mulled wine doing anything to calm me down? Maybe. Or maybe not. In the past I was always the one seducing girls, to the point where it started boring me a little. And here I was, turned into some kind of glühwein-guzzling nervous wreck by a Norwegian girl I hardly even knew! Hello, was I 23 or maybe 15 again?

And why was she so calm? She was freaking me out! The last stretch home from the Christmas market I was trying to focus on my sis and Varya, just to calm my nerves. They looked so gorgeous together. Varya had deep brown eyes, long dark brown hair and legs to die for. And then there was my sister. I’ve been a fan of her beauty for as long as I can tell, but today she was just extraordinary. She was, like, radiating! She was wearing a red Santa-hat and with her freckles and her yellow hair she resembled a princess from a Christmas fairytale. I understood perfectly why Varya couldn’t take her eyes off her for even a second. They were already holding hands as we were reaching the entrance to our apartment.

I fumbled clumsily with the keys, but somehow managed to unlock the door.

“Can we…?”

God, those two clearly couldn’t wait a minute more to get each other naked!

“Is it ok if me and Varya use the showers first?”

I nodded and the two giggling newly hatched istanbul eskort bayan lovebirds darted off into the bathroom.

Which left me alone with Anita.

“Sorry. We… I mean you… have to wait, we only have one bathroom.”

Anita just shrugged her shoulders.

“No problem, like I said I prefer showering at home.”

“Oh. Ok.”

She looked at me again and I felt like my knees were melting. I could hear my own heart beating, louder and louder. Anita’s green eyes were the most amazing thing I’d ever seen in my life. She was torturing me now and she knew it. She knew everything. She smiled her faint, distant, Mona-Lisa like smile at me and all I could do was stare back at her like a moron.

“Do you like me, Malin?”

She had never used my name before, or anybody’s name as far as I could remember.

“Y-yes”, I stuttered.

She closed the distance between us and put her hands on my hips.

“Do you want me?”

I just nodded.

“So where can we…?” she asked.

I led her to the bedroom. I figured Stina and Varya could use the living room sofa, if they were ever to leave the bathroom.

“Ok, you can have me now,” she said, but instead of lying down on the bed, she remained in a standing position, leaning against the wall.

Her calmness was hypnotizing.

After the match, she had just put on a bubble jacket and a pair of tracksuit pants on top of her volleyball kit. I unzipped her jacket, probably with trembling hands, I can’t remember. She lowered her arms so that the jacket could slide off. I felt like I was about to enter the gates of Paradise. It was like everything I’d ever done with girls before was just kindergarten stuff. The jacket landed on the floor and revealed the shirt with our team’s red and black colours. I had seen Anita in this outfit many many times before but never had she been this close to me. When I realized I could actually smell her sweat I almost fucking fainted right there and then.

I put my hands around her waist and let my thumbs caress her perfect belly. I let my hands slid up under her shirt to touch her breasts. My thumbs pressed against her nipples through the fabric of her sports bra. Anita sighed deeply, her delicious breath washing over my face. I looked into her eyes. Now that she was clearly aroused too I was hoping to find something there, but her green eyes were as distant as ever. They offered nothing but chilling beauty.

I had to taste her skin and just started kissing her. Her neck, her shoulders, the area above her breasts. Though her sweat had dried her skin still tasted salty. I started massaging her soft B-cup and elicited another sigh.

Her breath drove me wild with desire, I needed to taste her mouth. She could see where I was going and opened her lips a little more. Again, she was letting me do the work, but at least she gave my tongue access. I felt her wet soft tongue against mine, she moaned into my mouth. It was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted in my life.

“Can you…” she said.

She didn’t finish the sentence, but I think I knew what she wanted. I pulled down the loose pair of tracksuit pants that she was wearing on top of her volleyball shorts. I just took in the sight of her. My Norwegian dream girl in the same outfit she’d been wearing when I first saw her three months ago. The same shirt & shorts she’d been sweating inside throughout a roller coaster, five-set game. Minus the shoes she looked exactly like she did on the court an hour or so ago, when I had been eating her with my eyes from the stands. My divine Norwegian volleyball goddess.

I knelt down in front of her and pressed my nose against the fabric of her shorts. It was soft there — this was a girl who at most shaved the bikini edges. The smell was stronger than anything I’d experienced with another girl. Then again, I had never gone down on a girl after a two-hour, intense volleyball game before. It was just what I wanted my ultimate volleyball dream girl to smell like. And Anita seemed to like the presence of my nose there. She was moaning audibly now.

I licked around the edges of her shorts, as though I still couldn’t believe that I was actually about to go down on Anita. It was happening. It was happening fast, because for the first time this afternoon Anita actually gave me some assistance and pulled down her shorts and panties in one go herself. The furry little piece of heaven between Anita’s legs was bared for me. I felt her thick dark pubic hair tickle my nose. The smell was even more intense now that her cunt was finally released from the confines of her panties, but I honestly couldn’t care less. Seriously, if she’d just completed five triathlons I’d still gone down on her. My desire for her body came before everything else. I plunged my tongue inside her vagina to quench my thirst. The Norwegian responded by pushing my head hard against her hairy cunt. It was so wet. My hands squeezed her fantastic ass cheeks tight while I tasted her love rezidans escort nectar.

“Put a finger in there,” I heard her order me.

Did she mean…? I took a chance and slid my middle finger between her buttocks. Anita moaned audibly as my digit made contact with her most private hole. Wow. Like, Sophie freaked out completely once I tried to touch her anus. Now, Anita, who was, in my eyes at least, circa 5 million times hotter than Sophie, was telling me put my finger there! It was tight, of course, but there was some moisture there and I got the tip inside.

She moaned again and I took that as a green light to try to go a little deeper. But I needed more moisture then. I took the finger that had just been probing Anita’s most intimate hole and put it in my mouth. It was a novel but gorgeous experience. Coated with saliva it made more headway on its return to the Norwegian girl’s ass and I felt the warmth of Anita’s rectum as it embedded my lucky finger.

I had lost all sense of place and time. I know she came once and I know I just kept on eating her. I felt like I had found the place where I wanted to spend the rest of my life. I remember her fingers in my hair, how she was pushing my face against her cunt. I lost track of everything, I just know that at one point she came again and said that she was sorry, but she had to go. I was still sitting there on my knees, to exhausted to get up. I watched as she pulled her panties back up.

“Thanks,” she said and threw me a kiss. I stared longingly at her ass as she left the room. And that was it. She was out the door. My knees were aching from the prolonged contact with the hard wooden floor in my aunt’s apartment, but somehow I managed to crawl over to the bed, get all my clothes off and… I think my plan had been to take care of my pussy’s needs and I remember putting my hand there and thinking it had never been wetter, everything was fucking soaked. And then… this crazy-ass day got the better of me and I ended up falling asleep instead.

* * *

“Malin, are you ok?”

I must have been sleeping for a few hours. I turned my head and looked into the loving grey eyes of my sister. She was wearing panties and an oversize t-shirt.

“Sure, I…”

I yawned and took a small sip of water to freshen my mouth a little. I always have a glass of water on my bedside table.

“Where is Varya?”

“It is after midnight. She wanted to catch the last U-bahn home.”

My sister looked so peaceful. My heart filled with warmth. Stina’s happiness was almost as important as my own. Maybe more, even. She lay down next to me and looked into my drowsy eyes.

“So tell me everything about Anita.”

“No you tell me everything first.”

“I will tell you everything, but you go first.”

“She let me go down on her.”

Stina looked at me like she wanted more details.

“I mean, like, forever. I still have her taste in my mouth I think.”

“Did you bring her to an orgasm?”

“Sure, several I guess.”

“Wow!”

My sister sighed. We were lying just inches apart.

“And then?”

“And then? No, I mean, that was it, I guess. She said thank you and left.”

“What!?!”

Stina sighed again, this time with indignation, fury almost.

“She just left you there?”

“Yeah, literally, I was still on my knees actually.”

I had to laugh because it was actually a funny situation, thinking about it.

“But that’s so fucking selfish!”

I had to come to my volleyball heroine’s defence.

“Hello Stina. Anita is a fucking goddess, ok? Tell you the truth I wasn’t even surprised when she just left.”

“But… didn’t you feel used?”

“Look, we invited her here, she could tell I was dying to taste her and she let me taste her. I can probably live with being used like that. She even…”

“What?”

“No, I mean…”

“Tell me!”

My sister’s indignation was history and she was hungry for juicy details.

“Well, she kinda told me to put my finger in her ass.”

“Wow! And did you like touching her there?”

“Oh yeah it was so hot. Hell yeah, she could tell me to put my tongue there if she wanted!”

I wasn’t usually this explicit.

“Malin! Seriously, what has this Norwegian introvert done to my big sister?”

“Sorry if I’m talking too much…”

Stina laughed. I always loved seeing her laugh. It could bring sunshine to the rainiest of days.

“No please, I want more talk like that! Honestly, I don’t blame you, Anita is gorgeous, that’s just a fact. Those legs and that ass — no, I really don’t blame you if you want a piece of that.”

I looked at my sister and noticed how all the freckles on her nose always came out in winter. I’ve always envied her those freckles. Stina looked so beautiful. I was still in a semi-sleepy state and had all these images floating around in my head. Images of Anita, or myself and Anita…. but now some of the images also featured my sister!

The lack of any orgasm, of any kind of release, was getting to me. My pussy had received close to zero attention since all this began. And I guess Anita’s cold, instrumental treatment of me had left me with a big love deficit. I needed the warm, caring touch of someone who loved me.

“Are you ok, Malin? You look so distant.”

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Chastity was nervous going into her new job. She had picked out a white long-sleeve button-up, a sharp black blazer, a pencil skirt, a simple black purse, and simple heels for a professional first-day look. She was already regretting the heels as she walked into the clean white lobby of the huge marketing firm. She was lucky to have this job. Straight out of college and already the assistant to the CEO of the biggest marketing firm in her state. When Chastity heard the CEO, Estelle, speak at her university last year, she knew she needed to work for this company. Estelle was intelligent, driven, and had built this company from the ground up. Plus, the woman was absolutely gorgeous. Chastity had to remind herself to focus on the content of the speech more than once during that conference.

The eager assistant walked up to the large glass elevators and clicked the button to go up. While waiting for the elevators to make their way to the lobby, someone approached her.

“Hi I’m Avery, they/them,” They said, “you must be the boss’s new assistant”.

“That would be me!” She responded cheerily. “Chastity, She/her. Nice to meet you, Avery. What do you do?”

“I am head of the art department” they explained as the elevator dinged to signal its arrival.

“Going up?” Chastity asked.

“Down” responded Avery. “You take this one. Can’t be late on your first day. See you around”.

Chastity smiled sheepishly at Avery and walked onto the elevator, trying not to slip on her 2 inches too tall shoes. She hit the button to take her to the top floor where she would meet her new boss, Estelle Desai. She had met Estelle during her interview, but it had been a video call. She felt nervous to be meeting her in person for the first time. By the time she reached the top floor, her stomach was churning. She walked off and headed towards the large glass doors that must lead into Estelle’s office. When she walked in she smelled warm tobacco and rose. Estelle lifted her gaze from her computer screen and met Chastity’s eyes.

“Hi! I’m Chastity! It’s so nice to finally meet you in person!” Chastity bounded, unable to contain her excitement.

In response, Estelle slowly rose from her important-looking chair and walked around to lean on her sturdy, oak desk. She motioned for Chastity to come toward her. Chastity did as she was directed and hurried to the CEO. When Estelle decided she was close enough she gestured for Chastity to sit in the tall, black leather chair that sat in front of the impressive desk. Chastity sat.

Estelle’s gaze lingered on Chastity for a few moments. She looked her up and down. Chastity looked down at her own body, in case she was looking unkempt in any way. She decided nothing was out of the ordinary. Then, her boss walked back around her desk but did not sit back down.

Chastity held her breath waiting for her boss to speak.

“Hello, Chastity,” Estelle said with a low and smooth voice. “I am Estelle Desai, as you know. We already discussed your day-to-day duties. Your desk is outside the door. You can put your bag and any personal belongings in this closet”

Chastity waited for her to say anything more. When it became clear that was all, she got up from the cold leather chair, hung her purse in the closet, and slowly and quietly peeled off her blazer. She felt her boss’s stare and turned to nod goodbye to the looming woman and walk out of the clear glass doors. She found her desk right where Estelle said it would be and sat behind it. This desk was more of a minimalist design than her boss’s grand piece of furniture. It had a thin glass top and skinny metal legs. She wished she had picked a longer skirt because if she didn’t keep her legs pressed together someone could easily see her panties under the tiny table. On top of the simple desk were a stapler, a computer, and a large pile of papers with a sticky note reading “CATALOG” in black sharpie. Chastity pulled off the sticky note and inspected the top paper.

After 4 hours of data entry, Chastity’s fingers hurt. She contemplated asking her boss when her lunch break was but decided against it when she remembered their previous conversation. She looked around at the other, less grandiose, doors around her and saw one labeled “Mark Hale – director of operations”. She remembered the name from the research she did on the company, and decided to see if he was a more friendly option. She pushed her chair back and stood up. When she went to push her chair in, her top button got stuck on a sharp piece of the chair that was sticking out. It pulled the button off her blouse entirely, exposing her cleavage. Her face turned red and she bent down to look for the missing button. It was no where to be seen. She didn’t want to talk to anyone at her professional new office with her cleavage exposed like this, but with a growling stomach, she still decided to ask her co-worker.

“Hi!” She said.

Mark looked up at her, then down at her newly exposed whatsapp escort breasts.

Chastity pressed on, “I’m Chastity, Estelle’s new assistant. I was wondering if you could tell me when lunch is?” She asked.

“You will have to ask Estelle. She’s in charge of you.” He explained, looking back down at his screen.

“Oh ok. Thanks.” Chastity said, disappointed.

She walked out of the doorway back to her little desk. She organized her papers to see what was finished and what still needed to be done. The finished pile was bigger so she decided it was ok to try talking to the CEO again. She stood up, pulled her skirt down, and tried to push the two sides of her shirt together. She didn’t have particularly large breasts, but without the button, her cleavage looked rather impressive. She was nervous about looking unprofessional in front of her boss. She started toward the glass door and pushed it open. This time Estelle did not meet Chastity’s eyes but lingered on her breasts. Chastity’s face grew red and hot.

“Um… hi again. Sorry to bother you. I was just wondering when my lunch break is.” She stumbled.

Estelle let her gaze wander all over Chastity’s body. “Did you bring lunch?” Estelle asked, without meeting her eyes.

“I didn’t. I was planning on picking something up quickly.” Chastity explained.

“Great!” Said Estelle looking back at her computer screen “Bring me back a chopped salad from Vera’s and lobster cauliflower bisque from Saint Augustine’s by 12:00pm”

Chasity looked at the watch her mother gave her as a graduation gift. It said it was 11:23 am.

“I’m not…” Chastity started.

Estelle finally met Chastity’s eyes and the assistant stopped speaking. The intensity of the eye contact made her instantly stop and turn to push the door open.

“Oh and Chastity dear” Estelle called. “I noticed your, ahem, wardrobe malfunctions. I’ll have something more durable picked out for you when you get back”

Chastity’s face turned scarlet again. She didn’t know what to say so she nodded and rushed out of the office to the clear elevators, clutching her collar closed. Her mind was racing so much that she almost didn’t notice Avery step off in front of her.

“Hey again,” they said to Chastity. They were holding a large white garment bag. “How’s the first day going? You look a little frazzled”

“Oh um yeah,” Chastity mumbled noticing the bag and feeling mortified. “Just getting used to everything. Nothing I can’t handle.” She said.

“Ok,” Avery said looking concerned. “Let me know if you need anything,” they said as the elevator doors closed.

Chastity was so embarrassed. She couldn’t believe she had already made her boss unhappy. She felt shame at letting her boss see so much of her body after knowing her for only a few hours. Fearful that she would disappoint Estelle again, she looked at her watch: 11:32 am. She’ll have to run.

She somehow managed to get both items requested by her boss despite having forgotten her purse and jacket in the CEO’s closet. Luckily, both restaurants had a standing order for her boss and were able to add the meals to a running tab. The places were also within walking distance of the massive marketing firm. Chastity was glad to make her boss happy but, she was disappointed in being unable to get anything for herself without a wallet. Her stomach was growling, her hair was a mess, and she lost yet another button on her white blouse. It was now exposing the top of her light pink bra but didn’t have time to worry about that. As she gasped for breath rushing onto the top floor, she saw that it was 11:59 am. She pushed the glass door open with her hip and set the food in front of her boss. Estelle checked the time and smiled when she saw it was 12:00pm on the dot. She also noticed the second button missing on Chastity’s rumpled shirt.

“You did it,” she said to Chastity’s breasts. “Sit with me” she slid the expensive bisque toward her assistant.

Chastity was hesitant but was going to faint if she didn’t eat something soon.

“Thank you,” chastity said into her soup. She didn’t like to take handouts, but when she popped the lid off of the plastic container she no longer cared. She took a huge spoonful of broth, cauliflower, and decadent lobster into her watering mouth.

“If you keep performing like this, I think you will do very well here” Estelle explained, opening her salad container, “I always reward hard work”

Chastity’s face grew hot again, but she smiled at the compliment.

After a few moments, Estelle stood and walked over to the coat closet in her office. She took out the garment bag Chastity had seen Avery holding earlier.”I had our art department pick this up for me earlier. I think you may be more comfortable in something that isn’t falling apart at the seams.” She unzipped the bag and revealed a black bodycon dress.

Chastity felt so much shame and anxiety istanbul escort bayan about what she looked like in the presence of someone she admired so greatly. She wanted so badly to make a good impression today that she bought the whole outfit brand new. Apparently, that had been a mistake.

“Of course, I’ll need you to try it on first,” Estelle said expectantly. “Once you’re finished eating. Take your time” the boss looked at Chastity expectantly.

Quickly, Chastity stood and asked, “where can I change?”

Estelle was now standing directly over her assistant. She could easily see down her practically ripped-open blouse.

“Right here is fine” Estelle replied easily.

Chastity was suddenly glowing the deepest shade of crimson she could imagine from head to toe. She was shocked at such a suggestion from her new boss. Even if she could accept that maybe it’s not weird for women to change in front of each other, this was the CEO of the company. Not to mention, this office was 99% windows. If she changed in here, any of her new coworkers could see her exposed body.

“Are you sure?” Chastity asked “I really wouldn’t mind changing in a bathroom or even a closet”

“No need,” Estelle said looming over her subordinate, “you can get changed right here and save some time”.

Chastity needed this job. She had hundreds of thousands of dollars in student debt and had already applied to every other marketing firm in the state. This job could also be a major stepping stone in her own goal of being a CEO one day.

She had a flashback to the day in college when she watched Estelle speak. She was a beautiful, full-figured woman with jet-black waves that grazed her muscular shoulders. She wore a form-fitting black dress that exposed her arms, and chastity swore she glimpsed the edge of a black and white tattoo on the CEO’s shoulder. She remembered staring at the woman’s hands as she gestured to the PowerPoint slides. They were strong and steady. Her wrists were delicate and she had short neat fingernails. Chastity was intoxicated by Estelle’s smooth alto tone and her attention-commanding presence. The college student had spent countless nights researching Estelle after that day. She was addicted to the woman. She would do anything to work with her.

Chastity waited again to see if there were any other options but found none. She stood and began undressing in front of Estelle. She undid the remaining buttons on her blouse and slipped it off of her body. Then folded it and placed it on the leather chair she was sitting on before. Then she unzipped her pencil skirt and began sliding it over her hips revealing the thong she was wearing to avoid panty lines in her form-fitting skirt. Her boss admired the new skin Chastity hesitantly exposed. As the assistant folded the skirt her boss handed her the new outfit. The dress was difficult to shimmy on her curvy body. She had to jump to get it over her hips which made her full chest jiggle. Her boss looked pleased once she managed to get it on.

“You look great! Let me” Estelle said gesturing to the zipper on the back of the tight dress

Chastity spun around and Estelle stopped the woman by touching her waist when her back was to her. The CEO walked close and forcefully pulled her back.

Estelle reached for the zipper and slowly pulled it up from her lower back to the nape of her neck. Then, the boss opened the closet door to reveal a full-length mirror.

“What do you think?” Estelle asked

“I… I… don’t know what to say” Chastity responded checking herself out.

The dress was tight, revealing every curve on her body. There was a peek-a-boo cutout to expose her cleavage and had a cut out in the back that almost reached her butt.

Estelle walked up behind the woman looking in the mirror and whispered “you look so damn good”

“Now bend over” Estelle commanded, walking further away to get a good look at her exposed body.

Chastity, stunned, reluctantly did as she was told. She told herself her boss just wanted to make sure it was an appropriate length.

“Mmm good girl” Estelle purred

Chastity froze.

“D-does this look better?” She stuttered.

“Fuck yes. You have a beautiful body” Estelle said as she pulled off her own blazer, placed it in the closet, and shut the door. Then, she took chastity by the hand and walked her to the impressive desk.

“I’m not sure if this is quite right for you though. I’ll call down and have Avery pick out something new” Estelle explained.

She unzipped the woman’s dress as slowly as she zipped it. Estelle peeled the form-fitting piece off of the assistant. Then she took her by the waist and lifted her onto the wood surface.

“Separate your legs,” Estelle said softly

Chastity parted them slowly, embarrassed to expose her wetness. The experience of having her boss dress and undress her had turned Chastity on against her best efforts. Trying özbek escort to remain professional on her first day now seemed like a pipe dream. Estelle noticed the nearly nude woman’s glistening core, and she lightly grazed Chastity’s clit through her panties. Her breath hitched at the surprising touch. She touched chastity’s upper thighs. The woman on the desk’s breathing got even heavier. Her boss moved up to her bra and undid the clasp exposing her breasts.

“Would you like me to put your old outfit on you dear?” Estelle whispered to Chastity rolling her assistant’s nipple between her fingers.

“N-no” gasped Chastity

“Want me to stop?” Asked Estelle

“No,” Chastity said in a small voice

Estelle moved close and put the nipple she was playing with in her mouth. Licking and nibbling softly. Chastity let her head fall back with a sharp inhale.

Just then Avery walked in.

“I see she liked the outfit,” Avery said, announcing their presence

Chastity immediately covered herself with her arms.

“Not quite,” Estelle said, turning her attention from the woman’s body. “Would you be able to find something a little less fucking sexy? I’m trying to run a business here.”

“Oh course, I’ll get right on it!” Avery said sincerely.

Chastity shivered with the embarrassment of being naked in her boss’s office. She didn’t know what to do so she leaned over to get her clothes.

“Oh no no.” Her boss stopped her. “Not yet” “what did you need, Avery?”

“I just need a signature on this and I wanted to let you know that the design on the panty project might be a little later than anticipated,” Avery explained, ignoring the naked woman sitting inches away from them.

“Ok. Put it on my desk. I’ll get to it right after this,” Estelle said looking back at Chastity eagerly, “Someone better be on death’s door for what this ad is costing me!” Estelle said looking over her shoulder

“That’s what I told her,” Avery said on their way out

“That’s the head of our art department,” Estelle said teasing Chastity’s clit with her fingertips “You’ll learn who everyone is soon enough”

Chastity gasped at the friction she was finally getting between her legs.

“Take off your panties” Estelle commanded

Chastity did as she was told and pushed her panties down her legs, letting them fall to the floor.

Estelle got on her knees in between the sitting woman’s legs and put her nose in her bush. She licked gentile circles around Chastity’s clit until she felt it swell under her tongue. Chastity put her head back again, forgetting where she was and getting lost in the pleasure. Estelle stuck one finger in the woman’s slit slowly pushing in. Chastity moaned with pleasure and looked down at what her boss was doing. Estelle looked up at her, tongue still working on her clit. Estelle curled her finger inside still licking her clit and earned a loud moan. She inserted another finger rubbing the top of her pussy and licking her clit in unison. Chastity grabbed a handful of Estelle’s hair and grinded her hips. Estelle did not let up. She sucked hard on the other woman’s clit and started fingering her harder and faster.

“Oh my god, I’m cumming!” Exclaimed Chasity out of breath

Estelle kept her fingers in chastity until she felt her walls release. Then the boss stood up, kissed Chastity on the forehead, handed her her clothes (including the black dress deemed “too sexy”), and walked back to her desk chair.

“Tomorrow you will be expected to return the favor,” Estelle said, out of breath, “See you then”.

Chastity caught her breath and got dressed. She decided on the black dress rather than the broken blouse. This time her boss kept her eyes on the computer. Chastity looked at her watch and saw that it was time for her to go.

“See you tomorrow,” she said confused, and quickly walked out of the office toward the elevators

Chastity touched the button to go down when Mark Hale appeared behind her.

“Saw you had a good first day,” Mark said staring through her dress. “Make sure you stop by my office tomorrow morning to show me the new little outfit you get. I can’t believe she gave you something even shorter. All day, every time I looked over at your desk and saw you were showing your little pussy I had to rub one out. Of course, that wasn’t as good as what I saw in Estelle’s office.” He grabbed her ass as he walked past her to get on the elevator, “going down?”

“I actually forgot something in the office,” Chastity said at the ground in a voice so small she barely heard herself.

“Too bad. See you tomorrow, office slut” Mark said as he hit the lobby button

Chastity felt hot tears fill her eyes. She didn’t want to be known as the office slut. She needed to get out of there, but she actually had forgotten her purse and jacket in Estelle’s office. She turned to go back into the office, eyes blurred from the tears. She pushed open the double doors and heard moans coming from the CEO’s computer. Estelle was masturbating. She paused the video.

“Can I help you with something, dear?” Estelle said fingers still over her clit.

“No sorry” Chastity apologized, hiding her face “I just forgot some things in your closet”

Chastity hurried out.

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Author’s note: Everyone in this story is over eighteen.

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My heart was beating so hard I swear I could hear it. I was pretty sure I could hear Leigh’s heartbeat as well.

The engine sound changed, it must have shifted into gear. The sound of the tires moving on gravel was a relief as the car pulled back onto the road. We didn’t start to relax until its taillights disappeared into the night as it drove around a bend.

I knew it had been close, but no one had seen us. Again.

We had seen the lights approaching just in time and had only ducked into the shadows just seconds before the headlights would have exposed us. We had been lucky, both of us knew what would happen if we were caught. The danger was real and was always present. The danger was a big part of the thrill whenever we did things like this.

It had almost happened several times before. We both wondered how many more times it would be before we were caught. The thrill, despite the risk, was intense, and something we just couldn’t give up.

It seemed like each time we pushed our boundaries a little further.

Like always, I think we had held our breath the entire time. The car had been barely fifty feet from the shadows where we stood together.

I squeezed Leigh’s hand and she forced herself to let out a long breath. Her small hand felt warm in mine.

As the car pulled away, Leigh whispered, “This is crazy, how do you keep talking me into this Rachel?”

Her fear was real and it was tangible but there was something else. Something that was hard to describe, something hidden, something barely restrained, and something that was getting stronger each time we were together. Whatever it was, I felt it too. That something kept making us take these chances.

It was addictive, it was much more powerful than any drug, we both knew it and we were willingly giving ourselves to it. It was more than just sexual, it was an excitement that was all encompassing and it demanded more each time.

I didn’t respond to Leigh’s words, I just leaned over in the darkness and kissed her soft lips. She tasted like strawberries; I thought that each time I kissed her.

Whenever we kissed the electricity that ran through my body always felt the same as it had the first time we kissed, I could not remember ever feeling that with my husband.

It seems like it was just a moment ago, but it had been more than six months since than that very first time. That spark, the electricity, the knowledge that we were doing was so wrong fed our desires. She shivered when I kissed her, my tongue gently parting her full lips. I held her face in my hands and she pushed her body against mine. I could feel the hardness of her nipples poking into my chest; my own nipples were doing the same to her.

We knew that by constantly pushing our luck the chances of being caught only increased. However, we couldn’t stop any more than we could stop breathing.

Those thoughts and memories raced through my mind in mere seconds.

“Right,” she smiled and kissed me back.

Leigh was five years older than I was; we were about the same height and weight. In many ways, we could be sisters, except her dark hair was flecked with grey whereas mine was still blonde.

In the darkness of the shadows, our hands explored boldly, I cupped her pussy, the heat and moisture of her excitement only increasing with my touch. Her body was totally responsive to me and my middle finger slipped easily between her folds. She gently moaned as I traced her folds and lower lips. She pushed her pussy hard against my hand and fingers.

She bit my tongue and dug her fingernails into my skin leaving long red scratches on my back. My other hand found her ass and cupping it I squeezed hard, making her moan even more.

Her body responded pushing me hard against the wall of the building.

We stayed like that for a long while, embracing in the empty darkness. Her breathing became raspier as I recognized her signs. Murmurs and whimpers filled the air around us, not really words, although it clearly communicated the passions she was experiencing. Leigh had come a long way.

My thoughts zoomed back to that first night when shared our first kiss. It happened so quickly, I had been holding her hand; we had been alone drinking wine, our husbands and kids were outside in their yard. The kiss, the look in her eyes, the taste of her lips, and one kiss became a hundred; we must have kissed for an hour before we heard the sounds of people coming down the stairs. We both knew once we started we couldn’t stop. And we hadn’t in the days and weeks that followed.

Leaving my one hand to continue to work her delicious little pussy, I used my other to caress her nipples.

Eraser sized they rolled between my fingers and thumb, I kept pulling and pinching, alternating between pleasure and pain like I knew she loved. I had no idea how long we stood there but I felt her shudder against me and I felt her go rigid as a small orgasm rippled kazak escort through her body. Her hands gripped my body as I felt her knees wobble.

“Wow, Leigh, that was fast,” I whispered into her ear more from excitement than surprise.

“Rachel, that was awesome, I have been so horny since we took off our clothes, I’m surprised it took this long,” she laughed, her breath coming in bursts and her skin covered in a light sweat.

We held each other for several more moments hidden in the shadows of the beach restaurant. I thought back to earlier tonight. Just a few hours ago, it had been busy, filled with people, and even now the smell of the grill still lingered. Only now, the area was empty, save us. I smiled thinking about when I had suggested to Leigh that we come back in a few hours and we would be back naked, she had flushed bright red.

Leigh had said that she couldn’t, that the risk of being caught was too high. She did smile though and I knew that the idea both scared and aroused her; I never doubted that we would do it.

We had finished our weekly “dinner out” and after walking along the beach talking, I had driven her home, parking in her driveway. I took a chance and kissed her softly at first and then more passionately.

“Rachel, stop, everyone, will see,” Leigh whispered but never moved to stop me.

“The windows are tinted Leigh, they won’t see anything,” I reassured her as her fingers found my crotch; it was my turn to whimper softly.

Leigh looked at me and shook her head, “You know me so well, Okay lover girl, pick me up at 11:30, everyone will be in bed by then.” She smiled and ran her finger across her lips,” and then held them up to mine. I sucked on her fingers, tasting my scent.

“11:30, I’ll park by the tree,” and then she opened the door and was gone.

I had driven home on automatic, my mind thinking about a small adventure from last week. Her suggestion had surprised me but I couldn’t refuse her.

It was last Tuesday night at around 9:30; I had just finished helping my daughter with homework when I got a text from Leigh.

“Hey.”

“Hey back.”

“What are you doing?”

“Just finished helping Jenny with her homework.”

Do you want to play “Dare”?” she texted.

I could feel myself starting to get excited. The last time we had played “Dare” I had started taking pictures of her and ended up taking some naked pictures of her in her backyard. Apparently, Leigh liked to be photographed in the nude and I was only too happy to oblige. She had said when she was in college she had a collection of Polaroids of herself that she had kept. I had been so turned on with the idea and even more so when she showed them to me.

She told me I was the first person she had ever shared them with, not even her husband knew. She had always worried he would think she was too kinky.

I hugged and kissed her and told her that I loved that she was kinky.

It had been years since she had taken any new photos, but when she asked me to, I didn’t hesitate for a second. Leigh was so beautiful and so sexy that the friction from my clothes almost made me cum.

We started with some suggestive poses and then I suggested she slowly undress and the more naked she become the hotter I got. When she was naked, I took pictures of her lying on the grass, masturbating herself on the picnic table until she came with a loud moan and squirted everywhere. I captured all of her on my phone.

She had wanted to take some pictures of me but we had been interrupted by her sons coming home. We heard their car in and driveway and I ran interference, speaking to them while Leigh ran around the back of the house and hurriedly put her clothes back on. When she reappeared, she was flushed and shaking.

“That was so close Rachel,” she whispered in my ear, “But so incredible.”

We had talked about it a few times since but hadn’t had a chance to take any pictures of me. Later though I had masturbated several times looking at the pictures of my best friend. Despite her fear, Leigh was starting to really feel comfortable with me and slowly taking more chances.

“Rachel, I want you to send me a picture of you naked,” she texted.

“Right now? Everybody is home, they’re downstairs watching TV.”

“Perfect, they’re busy; you’ll have lots of time.”

The chances of being caught seemed risky, but once she made the request, I knew I was like an addict who needed a fix.

“Okay,” I texted back, my fingers hardly able to key the words.

I went to the basement stairs and could hear everyone laughing at the movie they were watching, my hands were shaking even more and I could feel the fever in a light sweat that covered my body. I grabbed my phone and quietly went up the stairs to our bedroom, my mind racing with the possibilities. By the time, I reached our bedroom now my whole body was shaking.

I undid my jeans and peeled them off, putting them on the end of the bed in case I heard anyone coming.

My istanbul bayan escort increasingly damp panties were next, and then I pulled my tee off and quickly removed my bra. I froze as I thought I heard the stairs creak.

Seconds passed as I contemplated rushing into the closet and getting dressed again but I heard nothing.

My fingers fumbled with the timer on my phone and then I had to force myself to relax as I set it up to take my picture.

Finally, after about what seemed like forever, I positioned it and set the timer. I jumped to the bed and struck what I hoped would be a sexy pose. The seconds ticked away and the phone clicked. I jumped up and ran to the phone and checked … I wasn’t in the frame. I quickly reset the phone and took another picture. This time it worked, I took four more, and then I did hear the stairs creak.

“OMG, fuck, fuck,” I said to myself and naked I grabbed my tee and put it on and had just got my jeans pulled up when my daughter appeared at the door.

“Mom, are you okay?”

“Sure, Jenny, I am fine,” I managed to say with my heart in my throat.

“Good, I just wanted to check on you, are you sure you don’t want to watch the movie with us,” and I noticed her looking behind me, my panties and bra were balled up on the floor and I became aware of my nipples poking into the thin fabric of my tee.

“Thanks, sweetie, but I’m okay,” I said smiling, also realizing how wet my crotch was and worried that given how tight my jeans were, she might be able to notice.

“Ok mom, but can I have a hug,” until recently Jenny had not been a very huggy girl. Recently she had changed and now she had completely switched. Several times over the past few weeks, I had caught her looking at me funny and our hugs seemed to linger.

Tonight Jenny gave me a longer than normal hug, she was several inches taller than I was, and at nineteen she had become a very attractive young woman. Surprisingly she smiled and then gave me a quick kiss on the lips; I couldn’t remember the last time she had kissed me on the lips. I was a little stunned and then she kissed me a second time, this time a little longer, and I swear I felt her tongue on my lips. Out of reflex, because of Leigh, I responded back with my tongue.

Jenny broke the kiss and smiled, blushing at the same time, saying, “Have fun mom,” and she paused and said, “By the way mom your tee is on backwards,” and then was gone.

I sent Leigh the pictures and with my heart beating really hard, figuring that I had pushed my luck far enough for one night.

I hadn’t thought about Jenny’s reaction much at the time, but in the days that followed part of me wondered.

Now from the time I got home until about 10:30 when everyone went to bed was a blur of chaos and confusion. I got into bed and my husband joined me and started snoring almost immediately.

I could feel my heart beating, looking up at the ceiling, as the minutes seemed like hours.

When I was sure everyone in my house was asleep, I slipped out of bed. Wearing only one of my son’s old t-shirts I moved through the house with practiced quietness. I put my hair in a ponytail, applied a little makeup for Leigh, and brushed my teeth.

I didn’t bother with any other clothes as I slipped on my flip-flops and quietly closed the door. The night air kissed and tickled my naked thighs as I approached my car. The contact my naked ass and pussy made on the seat made me shiver as I started the vehicle. Although the motor was quiet, to me it sounded incredibly loud but no lights came on in the windows and I left the lights off in the car until I was clear of the driveway.

On the drive over, I let my fingers wander and play. With one hand on the wheel and the other exploring my body, I enjoyed the feeling of being almost completely nude while giving the illusion of being dressed. A sat at a traffic light with my fingers deep inside me, stifling a moan, while I watched some people crossing the road in front of me.

I brought myself close to orgasming before I pulled up in front of Leigh’s house.

She appeared almost magically from behind a tree, the nervousness and excitement I felt mirrored in her eyes. Once in the car she leaned across and kissed me long and hard despite her nerves. Her eyes were drawn to between my legs as the t-shirt hem had bunched around my waist leaving my shaved pussy glistening in the interior light. As she kissed me, again her fingers gently rubbed my little box.

“You are naughty Rachel, look how juicy you are,” she said as if shocked.

“Can you blame me, Leigh?”

“Not for a minute, I can hardly sit still,” she said excitedly.

We drove in silence, holding hands, each lost in our thoughts but excited in anticipation. The drive to the beach took only a few minutes and I found a spot in a darkened corner of the parking lot.

Leigh nervously looked at me and smiled, god she was beautiful.

With her eyes locked on mine, she stripped off her sweat pants. azeri escort Her toned legs seemed to go on forever, freshly shaved, I loved how she would wrap them around my head while I ate her, or around my thighs as we ground together. She lifted her ass off the seat and revealed a glistening shaved pussy, I thought back to the night I had shaved her for the first time. She spread her legs to me and moaned as she ran her fingers up and down her slit.

Enraptured I could only stare as she pulled her tank top off revealing her breasts and hard nipples to me. In the darkened car, I could barely see what I knew to be there. I thought about the crinkly surface of her areola which rose into hard nubs that would make her scream when I covered them with my mouth.

Her 36C boobs which were so much larger than mine beckoned, she loved to be suckled and I was only too happy to oblige whenever I could. I knew she worked hard to get back into shape, as I had over the past few years. Hours of yoga, running, and planking. As I watched her and found my own excitement building like it always did when I was naked with her. We both were addicted to being naked together but especially when we were nude in a public place.

I thought about our conversations, at first reserved and superficial, but then as the more, we talked, the more we shared. Looking at her now that seemed like a long time ago. We had both grown a lot, first and most importantly as friends and then as confidants and now as secret lovers.

We both knew we had to be careful, both of us had decided to stay married because of our kids, because of money, and because underlying everything Leigh was scared. I was too, but it seemed like with each passing week the attraction between us was growing stronger, and the pull that “security” held on us was growing weaker. Not to mention our growing addiction to pushing the boundaries of public nudity.

I must have zoned out for a moment because I noticed that Leigh was naked and staring at me.

“Stop thinking Rachel, and get naked for me,” she smiled at me.

“You’ve come a long way, Leigh,” and she nodded and kissed me, then she reached down and pulled my t-shirt off and over my head, my heart thumping and my nipples already rock hard.

I knew that the seat below me would be damp from the wetness of my pussy, I wondered if it would be dry in time to take the kids to school in the morning.

Lost in our feelings and we kissed and fondled each other, I felt like I had when I was a teenager parking out in the country with my newest boyfriend.

We both knew could do this all night but that wasn’t why we were here. Breaking our kiss, we both opened our doors and I locked the car, I kept the key on a Velcro band that I used when jogging, and it was the only piece of clothing between the two of us.

We set off, barefoot in the sand, again holding hands in the dark. Although the moon shone, we were just two more dark shapes, just as I had planned. People might see us, but someone would have to be right next to us to see we were naked or shine a flashlight at us, the thrill of what we were doing made both our knees weak.

The breeze off the water danced and tickled our bodies neither of us spoke. Leigh squeezed my hand, still shaking with excitement. We stopped several times for more kissing and fondling as the waves rushed onto the beach.

Standing naked, kissing on the beach under the moonlight was incredibly sensual, especially with how Leigh just melted against me whenever we stopped.

About halfway to the restaurant where we had supper, we noticed a couple silhouetted against the sky approaching us. Their murmured voices were masked by the sound of the waves. We froze for a moment, but they kept walking and we realized that they might not even be able to see us as our dark shapes blended into the night.

“Hello,” the man called and waved, I jumped realizing they could see us, but relaxed as they just kept walking, they could only see us as shapes.

“Hello, nice night,” I responded sounding braver than I felt. Two completely naked women holding hands and kissing on the beach from a distance must have just looked like a particularly randy couple to them.

“I almost peed myself,” Leigh said only loud enough for me to hear.

I turned her and kissed her again, the other couple close enough that I could still hear the sound of their voices, but slowly disappearing into the darkness.

“I read about that, that’s something we should explore,” I said knowing how embarrassed Leigh would be and I loved teasing her.

“You’d like a golden shower Rachel?”

“You know about stuff like that,” I asked more than a little surprised.

“What you think you’re the only one who watches porn?”

I kissed and fondled her again, making her moan softly and inhale, “Leigh you and I are going to try everything, and I do mean everything.”

It was almost a mile from the parking lot to the restaurant and it took us forever to get there as we were constantly stopping and letting each other explore one another. It was just about a hundred or so feet before the restaurant that I saw the headlights, they came around a curve in the distance, but I knew instinctively we only had a few seconds before we would be exposed by their headlights.

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There are different reasons why people come to my office. Some are looking to document the most important events of their lives, others want to share their experiences so others can learn. This is a place where adults can have open dialogue without fear of being judged.

Their identities will forever be protected. No one will ever know their real names. What’s said to me, in turn, will be discussed on my podcast for the world to hear.

Sandhya is a 46 year old woman, single, dark skin complexion, and she wears a modestly priced outfit that makes the most of what she can afford. She’s also the first educator that I’ve ever spoken with. When I start recording this conversation, she tenses and her nerves are on display.

“Is this the part where I reveal my deepest, darkest secrets?” she says with a hesitant smile.

“Well, this is at your leisure. We can talk about movies if it’ll help you relax.”

“No, no, I’d rather get this over with. It’s funny, I speak for a living, but something like this terrifies me.”

“That’s why it’s exciting,” I say.

“You’re right about that. Exciting, stimulating, stomach-churning.”

“Let’s begin,” I say. “So you’re a professor. Let’s start with that.”

Sandhya clears her throat. “Yes, that’s correct, I’m a professor and I teach political science and research. I’ve been teaching for close to 15 years. I love my job. I enjoy the responsibility of shaping the minds of future leaders. It sounds cliche, I know.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that cliche. It’s an admirable career. I respect that.”

“Would you like to hear about a particular student now? Should we get straight to the point?”

“Whenever you’re ready. This is your forum to speak openly.”

“Thank you,” she replies. “Her name is Dani. I considered giving you a fake name, but that would take away the power of my story, in my opinion. Her name is Dani. It goes against policy and my personal ethics, but she’s a current student of mine.

She pauses, then continues, “Long blonde hair, blue eyes. The ‘all-American’ type, though the meaning of that phrase is evolving. I would describe her as somewhat outgoing, puts in effort for assignments, she’s personable, charming. She made a deep impression early in the semester because she sits near the front row. I teach in a big lecture hall, but she managed to stand out.”

“Was it Dani’s beauty that got your attention?”

“At first it was her striking blonde hair and blue eyes, but it was her outfits. Her tops are reasonable, something your average college girl would wear. A sweater with the university logo on it. Tshirts when it’s a warm day. That sort of thing. But it’s Dani’s assortment of skirts that lured me. As the semester went on, her skirts became smaller.”

This interview has almost reached the main point. Sandhya seems to be experiencing a sense of shame, maybe remorse, because this is against her rules. At the same time, I notice her lips giving a slight quiver. Whatever conflict she feels, she’s also aroused by this.

“Do you think she did it on purpose?” I ask.

“At the time, I wasn’t sure, but Dani has since admitted that she did it on purpose.”

“May I ask, are you a lesbian? Do you have experience with women?”

“No, to both questions,” Sandhya replies in an instant. “My parents are from India, very conservative and traditional, and I was raised with the same values. I’ve been married to a man for most of my adult life, but that ended a few years ago. To your question, I’m not a lesbian, and I had never been with a woman.”

She’s almost defensive about it, which is something I’ll have to discuss with her later. Her defensiveness and inner-conflict make this story compelling.

“Your background is noted,” I say. “That makes the next question more interesting. How did things escalate with your student?”

“Slowly, then suddenly.”

“As with many great stories.”

“I remember everything,” she says. “I mentioned that I teach in a lecture hall. Dani often sits 2 or 3 rows back, so when she wears skirts, I can see her legs. The room has bright lighting, so her white skin shines. Her legs are often distracting and I find myself having to stand elsewhere. She ran track in high school, she later told me, so her legs are in great shape.

She continues, “This memory will always stay with me. I remember giving a lecture and Dani spread her knees apart. It was the first time she ever spread her legs that far open. It was like she was stretching. I’m ashamed to admit that I looked inside her skirt. Not because I wanted to, but because it was so blatant.”

“Does that happen often with students?”

“Not with me. I know it’s common for students to want sex with a professor. Male students have their ‘hot for teacher’ fantasy. Female students desire the power dynamic. Faculty members discuss this in the lounge sometimes. But it’s never happened to me. I’m not the type, I suppose. rus escort Certainly I’ve never had a female student do that in class.”

“What did you make of it?” I ask.

“It threw me off the lecture. I went blank for a few seconds. But here’s what got my attention. I saw her panties, a thin, light blue fabric. The center was wet. There was a dark spot from the moistness. She didn’t bother to close her legs. Her face was stoic, like nothing was wrong, and she knew I saw inside her skirt.”

“Was your immediate reaction that she was flirting with you?”

“I thought it was possible, but I couldn’t be sure at the time.”

“What did you think the stain was?”

Sandhya pauses for a moment. “I initially thought she had sex before class, that perhaps the guy dared her to taunt me. But that seemed so unlike her. Then I thought it was her period, which made more sense. It’s normal for girls that age to deal with periods or cramps during class. I notice it often during my lectures.”

“But that wasn’t the case.”

“I wish it was.”

“When did you find out the truth?” I ask. “Let’s talk about that.”

“Getting the truth was a long process. Imagine my surprise when she showed up to my office a week later. She wanted to go over an essay assignment, which seemed suspicious to me. The assignment was simple and Dani is a smart girl. In class, I can tell from her eyes that she understands every word I say.

She continues, “When that was cleared up, she sat back and asked minor questions about politics in the regions we’d been discussing in class. We’d spoken a few times prior, but that was the first time I got a true feel for her personality. My impression was that she was a sweet girl. Very nice, wholesome, I can tell she comes from a loving family. Did I mention what she was wearing?”

“No, you didn’t mention that.”

“Dani wore a sweater with the university logo on it. Sneakers on her feet. And a skirt which rode up her white thighs. Her sunshine blonde hair was in a loose ponytail. As you can imagine, it was interesting having a conversation with her.”

“Were either of you flirtatious?” I ask.

“Not intentionally. I’m sure Dani knows the kind of effect she has on people, especially with the skirt. Anyway, I must tell you about the panty discussion. This is where the story takes a dramatic twist.”

“Sure, let’s hear it. I get the sense that you’re building up to something, based on your body language.”

My comment makes Sandhya blush and she smiles. Her nerves haven’t gone away and she still has a tense demeanor. I get the impression that discussing sex with a stranger will always be difficult for her, which again, is what makes this so appealing.

“I let the question out,” she says. “When our meeting was about to end, I asked Dani to explain herself. The short skirts. The open legs. I just asked, as friendly as I could. It wasn’t a tough line of questioning. I let it out gracefully, letting her know it was safe to give me a truthful answer.

She continues, “Dani’s response was intriguing. She acted shocked. I mean genuinely shocked. Her face looked startled and her eyes opened wide. She told me it was a medical condition. An issue where small drops of pee come out at random moments. That’s why she wears the skirts and keeps her legs open, because she wants her panties to dry, or else she’d smell musty during class.”

“Did you believe her?”

“To be honest, I believed it at the time, so I apologized to her profusely. I’ve always been considerate of people’s medical needs, especially as an educator. Dani laughed it off and kept saying it was okay. That she didn’t mean it, that it was a simple misunderstanding. Her face turned red with embarrassment.”

She continues, “But the more I thought about it, the more I questioned it. I tried researching it online and couldn’t find anything similar to what she described. I even called a close friend of mine, who’s a doctor, and she said that something like this would be extremely rare for a college student. My doubts started growing.

She continues, “Nonetheless, school policy is school policy. Even with the doubts I had, I went along with Dani’s excuse because questioning her further is bad practice. The modern campus leans heavily in favor of the student, so for the next two classes, I gave lectures and accepted Dani’s open legs in my direction. Eventually I felt like a fool, and I remember going home, realizing I was at the whim of a student with wet panties.”

“That sounds like it could mess with your mind. You described her as an ‘all-American’ type and wholesome. She says one thing, but her actions are something else.”

“Do you want to see her pictures?” Sandhya offers. “I can show you her Instagram account.”

“Sure.”

Sandhya takes out her phone and touches the screen and swipes until she finds what she’s looking for. She hands me the phone.

The istanbul bayan eskort moment I see the first picture, I understand what the fuss is about. Dani is an attractive young woman that exudes the best things about life. In the first picture, she’s smiling alongside two friends as they stand by a campus building. In another picture, she’s with her mother. Another picture shows Dani at a family party, helping themselves to food.

Time is precious so I skim the gallery. What each picture has in common is her smile. It’s infectious and highlights her sense of innocence. Same with her blue eyes that sparkle. Moments ago, Sandhya described Dani’s hair as having a ‘sunshine’ quality, which is accurate.

I hand the phone back when I’ve seen enough.

“Now it makes sense,” I say. “Dani seems like a breath of fresh air. Wholesome, like you said.”

“All you’ve seen are her pictures. She also has a great speaking voice, soft and feminine, and she knows how to articulate her thoughts. I enjoy having students like her, it makes lectures more engaging. The quality of her writing is also impressive. Here I go, now I’m starting to sound like an academic.”

I brush off the concern. “That’s what I like about this. Tell me, how did you discover the truth about Dani and her panties?”

Sandhya tries to hide a smile. “I remember this vividly. During my lecture, I noticed Dani’s legs were open. I mean, wide open. She was sitting in the third row, next to the stairs, which meant that I had a perfect line-of-sight towards her panties. It was a clearer view this time because she had lifted her skirt. Her panties were light blue, which made the wet spot more visible. And you know what stood out to me? There was this giggling, mischievous expression on her face. I’ve never seen that expression from her before.”

“Sounds provocative. What did you do?”

“I asked her to see me after class, which is funny, because it made me feel like a high school teacher instead of a university professor. It took a while for the place to clear and I wanted a straight answer. I didn’t want to chide her, but I wanted to understand the situation because she was playing games with me.

She continues, “There we were, alone in the lecture hall, and she acted like she hadn’t done anything wrong. Like she hadn’t just flashed her wet panties to distract me. I asked her a direct question about her panties and she stuck to the same story. Medical this, medical that. Dani acted like I was a substitute high school teacher who accepts any excuse. The best part was the name of her supposed medical condition.”

“What did she say?”

Sandhya smiles. “Nymphomania. With a straight face and innocent eyes, Dani said her condition was ‘nymphomania,’ meaning she was a clinically diagnosed nymphomaniac. To this day, I don’t know if she was joking or serious about the supposed diagnosis. But I remember feeling dumbfounded, having never faced this situation in all my years teaching. I’ve never had a student flaunt her sexuality in my face.”

“Before we delve into that, I want to clarify something,” I say. “How did you feel about these actions? In terms of your deeper, personal reactions.”

“My sexual feelings?”

“Correct.”

“This might be hard for me to admit,” she says. “But I liked the attention she was giving me. At first I thought it was bizarre, but I learned to enjoy the game. She’s very pretty, as you saw. Yes, I enjoyed the game as it escalated. Yes, I was aroused by the whole thing.”

“Until that point, did you masturbate thinking about her?”

“A few times, yes, I did. Maybe more than a few times. I didn’t bother to count. I’ve masturbated thinking about students before, it’s a human reaction. Dani was the first female student where I had an active fantasy.”

“What did you think about with her? Would you mind sharing?”

Sandhya takes a deep breath, hiding her shame. “The usual things, kissing, oral sex. In terms of setting, either my home or some fancy hotel. I have a thing for expensive hotels. I think they’re erotic.”

“Thank you for being honest,” I say. “Now I want to pivot back to the story. How did things escalate with Dani?”

“In the empty lecture hall, I asked why she was doing this. And why me of all people? I assumed she chose me because I was an easy target, because I wouldn’t report her, or maybe no one would believe me if I reported this to administrators. The school would think I’m exaggerating because a girl like Dani could never do such a thing. Why would she?

She continues, “According to Dani… and this truly surprised me… Dani thinks I’m attractive. Dani said she has a crush on me, she likes my accent, my maturity, the way I present myself, my dark skin color and hair. This is a girl who can have anyone she wants on campus, men or women, students or faculty. Yet she claimed I was the only person on campus she’d ever shared her panty ukraynalı escort secret with. I was flattered, to be honest. I don’t know, it made me feel special. It’s good to feel wanted.

She continues, “There was another interesting thing that Dani told me. She said that she shares a small apartment with four other girls, so privacy is non-existent. Therefore she doesn’t have adequate self-care for her ‘medical condition.’ And since my class is late in the morning, she’s pent up. That’s her explanation for keeping her legs open.”

“Let me tell you this, I’ve interviewed quite a few nymphomaniacs over the years. Dani’s explanation sounds plausible.”

“Are you serious or kidding?” Sandhya asks with squinted eyes.

“Think about it. Busy student. Running from class to class. No privacy. It’s only natural that a young woman would have issues in class at that hour.”

She laughs and shakes her head. “I’m not going to debate you, just like I didn’t debate Dani when she told me that.”

“What was the solution with Dani then?”

“I felt she was doing that — flashing me in class — because it was titillating to her. Anyway, I planned to ignore it. To avoid her little game. And it worked for a while. In the following two weeks, she’d open her legs, cross them, then uncross them. I saw her panties and I’d turn away. She has different colored panties, with different materials.

She continues, “But everything changed one day. When I stopped giving her the attention she desired, she uncrossed her legs towards the end of class — she was pantyless. I saw her bare. It was only a few seconds, but I could tell she was cleanly shaven, as if she prepared for this. There was glistening fluid between her labia. It threw me off guard and I ended class early.”

“Did you talk to her about it?”

“I did. We spoke after class and I — as politely as I could — inquired why she was pantyless. Dani gave me a long explanation about how midterms were approaching, which meant that her roommates stayed in the apartment more often to study, therefore she had less privacy. She said it takes about 15 minutes to cum, so staying in the bathroom that long would be weird. And yes, she used the word ‘cum’ when speaking to me in the lecture hall.”

“I’m sure that must have been jarring, seeing a student’s vagina, then having a sexual conversation with her afterwards.”

“The moment left me speechless. Frankly, it also left me aroused. The conversation ended without a resolution, just a vague promise that she’d do better, whatever that meant. She did it again the following class. Same deal, she spread her legs as I looked in her direction. A smile on her face. No panties. Wetness. Labia, clitoris.”

“I get the impression that you’re going somewhere with this. The tone of your voice is getting higher, like there’s more emotions involved.”

Sandhya nods. “I realized I couldn’t continue the rest of the semester like that. I wasn’t going to report her either. Talking to her about it didn’t work. So I came up with a solution, for better or worse.”

“Let’s hear it.”

“As direct as possible, I told Dani that she could use my office before class as a sanctuary. That’s the exact word I used, ‘sanctuary.’ In exchange she’d have to wear her panties again in class. Do you get what I’m saying?”

“You let Dani masturbate in your office,” I answer. “That’s an interesting solution. Did the arrangement work?”

“To an extent, it did. My office is tucked away in the corner of the fourth floor. A nice, private place. About 20 minutes before class, Dani would appear in my office. She’d close the door and lock it. She’d thank me profusely, as if I were handing her a free diploma. She called me a ‘lifesaver’ and a ‘Saint,’ and she meant it each time. All for letting her masturbate in the sanctity of my office.”

“Something tells me it’s more complex than that.”

A coy expression appears on Sandhya’s face. “Well, you’ve got to think of the cleaning job for a girl like this. Truth be told, I didn’t know the gravity of what I was getting myself into, but Dani came prepared. She brought a large roll of extra-strength paper towels to my office. The paper towels are currently in my cabinet, getting smaller and smaller each week.”

“She squirts, I’m assuming.”

This makes Sandhya amused. “When was the last time you drank from a public drinking fountain? You push the silver button and a trickle of water shoots in the air, then comes down in the form of an arch.”

“If that’s a description of Dani, then I’m impressed.”

“That’s often what it looks like, not always, but mostly. She takes her panties off, places it on the table, and sits on a stack of paper towels that she folded several times. It’s done orderly, like a proper school girl who wants to keep things clean for a teacher. She’s never missed a drop, never made a mess. It shows that she’s smart, respectful, and understands what her body is capable of.”

“So she just sits there and masturbates?” I ask.

“Yes, she tries to be quick. There’s a clock in the room which she looks at to keep track of the time. She’s always punctual, always organized.”

“Does she face you? Can you see everything?”

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Soccer Moms — Part 2

[Author’s Notes: 1) there are underage characters in this story but they will neither have, see nor even hear any sexual activity; and 2) this is a work of fiction and so certain aspects of this story involving youth soccer programs are not completely accurate but they advance the storyline. Please try to look past that to the more important aspects of the story]

Carol woke up first. She just stared ahead for a bit to see if she could hear anything from Jen’s bed, but what she heard convinced her that Jen was sound asleep. She quietly went to the drawer, got herself a change of clothes and headed into the shower. She stepped into the shower and let the water run over her. At first, Carol hoped the water would wash away the images that she seen last night. Not because she did not like them but because of how much she did.

She had seen the outline of Jen’s lithe body as it moved around on the bed. She could tell that one arm was moving around her chest, so she figured Jen was playing with her nipples or areolas. She could not see the other hand but even in the darkness she could tell it was under Jen’s panties moving in and out of her body at an increasing speed. And then there were the noises in the dark.

Carol thought that Jen might have been trying to keep quiet, but she had not done as good of a job as she thought she had. The moans spoke of a sexual need that was strong. And when her breath would catch…oh it was so arousing. “What had she touched to make that sound.” Carol wondered as she was watching the younger woman so expertly bring herself toward her orgasm.

Now even in the light of day, the echoes of those sounds were making Carol very horny. “What is wrong with me? Why was I so turned on by that? My sex with Paul is nice.” Hearing her own words, she felt as if she was damning her own sex life with faint praise. “No. No. It’s fine.” Realizing that “fine” sounded worse than “nice” Carol just went back to thinking about those sounds, and what Jen must have been doing when she made them.

Carol started to play with her nipples. She was sure that Jen must have been doing that with one of her hands. It felt nice and she started to have a tingling sensation between her legs. As her own nipples hardened, Carol felt the water running over them and the rest of her breast and it felt exquisite. She kept that up for a minute and while it felt nice, she was not moving toward the type of huge wave of pleasure she had watched Jen give herself.

“Well, her other hand had to be down between her legs and the way her hips drove up into where her wrist seemed to be means she must have had a finger or two inside herself.” Trying hard to recreate what she had only been able to partially perceive in the dark, Carol moved her other hand down and began to stroke her slit while she continued to fondle her breasts.

By now the heat in her body was increasing and she was starting to labor a bit in her breath. She put one foot up on the top of the tub and easily pushed two fingers inside herself. After a few seconds she had found her G-spot and was stroking the little pad of flesh, thinking for a moment how many minutes it would have taken Paul to find it.

She continued this for a little while until the feelings it was creating caused her leg to spasm slightly. It did cause her balance to change and while she was not falling, she did feel that she should be more stable. She sat down in the tub and repositioned her hands to where they had been prior to the slip. Only now there were little droplets of water lightly splashing her hard nipples and also her stomach and thighs.

Since the moment she had decided to sit in the tub, she had also decided that she was going to make herself come as hard as she could. She began thrusting her fingers into herself and mauling her breasts while all the time replaying the sounds in her mind that she had heard Jen making last night. She could feel it building up inside herself and knew that she was going to be rewarded for her efforts. A thumb and forefinger pinching a nipple, two fingers pistoning in and out of her body and a light rain fell from the shower head over her body. “And those sounds..the moans..the way her breath caught in her throat…the sounds her fingers made as they went in and out of her obviously very wet vagina.”

Carol suddenly realized that she was not remembering these sounds, but was making them herself. The orgasm rocked though her and she felt it throughout her whole body. She kept right on going as she felt a second wave well up inside her and come crashing down on her. Her legs were convulsing against the tub floor.

Carol laid there for several minutes; the water continued to fall on her like a warm spring rain. She then got up, turned off the shower, dried off and got dressed. She went into the room quietly and Jen still appeared to be asleep. Rather than wake her and have to face her, Carol slipped out of the room and went down to the continental şişli escort breakfast in the hotel lobby.

Jen was asleep when Carol left but woke soon afterwards. She too tentatively looked over her shoulder when she first woke up and was glad that Carol had already left. She was afraid that Carol had left in a panic to get away from her. However, when Jen got herself into the bathroom, she saw the used towel and remembered that the Rogers family were all early risers. Still, she felt so embarrassed about what had happened. She hoped that her and Carol could remain friends and that at the very least this would not affect Katie and Melanie.

Jen was out of the shower, but still in the bathroom when Carol came back from breakfast. Carol called out and Jen answered through the door. Carol asked “Some of the parents are heading out to the field now, do you want to ride together?” To be honest Carol really did not want to have to face Jen at that moment but felt that not asking would make things even more awkward when at some point they would have to talk.

Carol was relieved when Jen called back “No thanks. You go ahead. I want to grab some breakfast first and I’ll meet you at the field.” Carol was not surprised when, just before kick-off, Jen came running up and then the game started and provided an immediate distraction for them. Both women were standing there, feeling awkward. However, both were glad that they were standing next to each other, able to chat about the game and not have to deal with the previous night.

The girls lost that game but won the third-place game so everyone was going home a little happier than they might have. Carol spoke with Katie on the way home because she had another hard foul that might have drawn a yellow card. Two yellow cards in the same tournament would have been reported and that was something that would not be good. Katie just shrugged it off and said maybe she was a little tried on the one that day and just reached out her leg instead of moving her whole body toward the ball. Otherwise, a successful, and as far as Paul would be told, ordinary weekend of soccer.

After getting Katie to bed, Carol went into the master bedroom to see Paul, sitting up in bed. Still incredibly horny from the events of the night before and that morning in the shower, Carol suggested that they share a little intimacy. Paul seemed to be a little more creative and was not just doing his usual two sucks of each nipple, hand through her thighs once or twice and then a few minutes of intercourse. He had always been willing to give Carol oral pleasure and this time he was doing more that just trying to get her wet for intercourse. He was trying to just give her pleasure and he was doing a very good job.

Carol was happy that he was making this effort. But as he continued his ministrations, her mind went back to the sounds of Jen writhing on the hotel room bed and it was that, not Paul’s handiwork that got her off so strongly. However, she complemented Paul on his work and it was certainly one of the most powerful orgasms she had had in a while with him.

Paul was so happy with how well things had gone with his oral efforts for Carol, he did not even ask her to reciprocate. He just cradled her in his arms, gave her a kiss on her forehead and said “I love you Carol.” And she answered back in all sincerity, “I love you too Paul. Good night. And thank you.” And as Carol drifted off to sleep she thought “that was better than fine.”

Tuesday evening was the next practice and both Carol and Jen were a little timid walking toward each other on the field. Jen asked Carol if she wanted to take a walk around the field. It was not uncommon for parents to get in steps or exercise by walking around the outside of the soccer fields while practice was going. Once they were out of earshot of the other parents, they both turned to each other and said “Sorry about this weekend.”

They both seemed stunned that the other was apologizing as they both felt they had been in the wrong. “Why are you apologizing?” asked Jen. “Because I was spying on you when you were having a very personal moment. Why were you apologizing to me?” responded Carol.

“Well” said Jen, “I should not have been doing that with you right next to me and apparently I was loud enough to wake you up.”

“Yes, I could tell that you were trying to keep quiet but then it all came out…literally.” They both giggled for a moment then started to laugh out loud at the bad pun. But it was also a release of the tension they both had been feeling wondering if either had harmed their friendship. Carol’s attempt at humor was also a message that this was a funny, humorous story that was now a part of their friendship. They were both at ease with each other and that was all that mattered.

They resumed their walk and finally Jen asked “So. Since you did “spy” on me, what did you think?”

“Oh my god Jen, it was actually one of the sexiest things I taksim escort have ever seen…or at least heard. I actually played with myself in the shower that morning and came twice, back-to-back. That almost never happens for me.” Jen felt happy for her friend with a hint of pride that it had been her who had helped her friend reach that level of pleasure.

By now they were finishing their first lap of the fields and getting close to the other parents so the conversation changed to the games. They did not talk about that again that day or at the practice on Thursday. Not that it was a forbidden or uncomfortable topic. It was just something that did not come back up as they spoke.

The next Friday night was typical. Carol and Katie were the first ones at the team hotel. They had already unpacked and had dinner and Carol was in the lobby with some other parents and Katie with some of the other girls when Jen and Melanie arrived. Katie got up and helped Melanie bring everything to the room while Jen checked in and then sat down with the rest of the parents.

Soon it was time for everyone to turn in and Carol and Jen went to their room to find the girls already in their pjs and in their respective beds. The Mothers took turns getting changed in the bathroom and everyone went to sleep.

The first game was tough. After Katie and Melanie had connected for one of their long ball down the sideline goals, the other team had their wing defenders switch sides. The girl now covering Melanie was able to match her speed without the defense having to cede the middle of the field and their offense never got in sync. Some great saves by Elizabeth Stanz, the Blue Lightning goal keeper allowed the Blue Lightning to get by with a 1-0 win.

The second game was even tougher. The referee was allowing some physical play and Melanie was getting held and grabbed and she could not break free. Katie got another yellow card and Coach Hochbauer sat her quite a bit. This led to a 2-0 loss and only a consolation game for tomorrow. The girls were not looking forward to the group film study and Coach Hochbauer even asked the parents to have the girls back and ready by 8:30 instead of 9:00.

Everyone was a bit down and no one stayed very long in the lobby before turning in. Carol grabbed her night clothes and went into the bathroom to change. When she came out, Jen had already changed while Carol was in the bathroom. Carol noticed the slender legs of the petite blond in very short shorts and she looked away quickly. They stayed up and watched a little tv, but the games had left everyone a bit wiped out and they turned off the tv and the lights and got in their beds. It was still early and neither was ready to fall asleep yet.

After a bit, Carol turned over to look at the bed next to her. It was too dark to see Jen but Carol could make out her form. She was on top of the covers and apparently still awake. “Jen?” “Yeah Carol?” “Can I ask you a personal question and if I am being too forward just tell me and that will be that.”

“No Carol, that’s fine. What?”

“What were you thinking about last week when…you know.” Jen paused for a minute. Carol knew she was a widow and they had talked a little about Melanie’s Father, but she had never told her about Colleen before. She was unsure how her new friend would respond. Still Colleen had been an important part of her life and if Carol couldn’t handle that, it was probably better she found and now. So Jen started her tale.

“Do you remember the referee at the first game on Saturday last week?” “Yeah” Carol responded. “Well, she looked very much like a girl I lived with for 9 months in college.” There, it was out. Now all Jen could do was hope her friend would not freak out.

Carol was surprised by that answer and while she was trying to process it, she asked what seemed to be a safe question. “Was she someone you knew from school?”

Jen was relieved that Carol had not gone to pieces over this revelation and part of her was angry with herself that she had not had more faith in her friend. “She was on the team with me. She was a Junior when I got there and I had a huge crush on her right from the start. She was a really great player and she helped all the underclassmen but that only made me fall harder for her. About halfway through the season in my Sophomore year I told her how I felt and she felt similar.

But she was a Senior and her plan was to go play soccer for a minor team in England and work for the company that sponsored the team. So we knew it couldn’t last. But for the time we had, it was amazing. And that referee looked so much like Colleen and watching her run around on the field was almost like watching Colleen that first day Freshman year.”

At this point Carol interrupted and asked “So that first game when you kind of went all fuzzy, it was because you were thinking of Colleen?”

“Yes. And that night I could not sleep and I really thought you were asleep beşiktaş escort and the rest as they say is history.”

Carol turned all the way over struggling to see Jen and said “Well, I am so glad you did wake me up. I already told you how turned on I was listening to you and what I did in the shower Sunday morning.” Carol paused deciding if after Jen’s revelation maybe she could share a similarly personal anecdote. She liked Jen and their friendship had really been a bright spot in the last few months.

So considering where the conversation had already gone, she felt it was safe to proceed. I was really horny Sunday night too. And Paul and I got intimate. And I had a great orgasm that night too, but I did not have the heart to tell him that it was not him, it was the thoughts of your voice Saturday night that caused the big ‘O’ that night.”

Jen was glad it was dark as she was blushing. She figured her skin was now the same color as Carol’s hair. But she also realized that Carol had shared an intimate story of her own. Rather than being a possible wedge between them, her telling Carol about Colleen had actually brought them closer. “Well, I am glad I could help you Carol.”

After a brief silence Carol spoke again. “Jen, you know how you had felt you had to apologize for touching yourself with me in the room?”

“Yeah.”

“And I said it was okay.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you believe now that in fact it was okay that you did it?”

“I guess so, why?”

“Because I have been touching myself for the past few minutes and I don’t want you to think I am doing something wrong.”

Jen was shocked to hear this and it caught her off guard. They had become very close very quickly, but still they had known each other a very short time. Maybe this was all too much information. Now Jen began a debate in her head. Finally she reached several conclusions: 1) Carol was already a close friend; 2) Carol had not been in any way judgmental and was a good person; 3) with what they had already shared, they really could share anything with each other; and 4) the sense that someone seemed to think Jen was sexy enough that they were turned on by Jen, even if that someone was her new best friend, was also turning her on.

Carol was starting to worry that maybe she had gone too far as it seemed like forever for Jen to answer, but when she did it was well worth the wait.

“No Carol. I think it is fine if you want to touch yourself and make yourself come. I might just join you.” And although they had just cemented a new level of friendship with each other, they both turned onto their backs, stared at the ceiling and got lost in their own thoughts for a bit.

The women had laid in the dark for several minutes playing with themselves and the mood was getting a little awkward. Jen thought that maybe she should start a safe conversation having nothing to do with their present activity. “So, only one game tomorrow and then it’s back home.”

“Yeah. I am sure Hochbauer will stay and watch the teams that moved on in case we play them somewhere else.” Carol added “I wonder what she said to the girls this evening and how it will affect their play tomorrow.”

“I guess we’ll have to wait and see. I will definitely ask Melanie about it on the ride home.” The conversation stopped again, but Carol realized it was for something different this time. Like at a family dinner when the food is good and everyone stops talking to eat, her and Jen were now starting to pick up some headway as they worked on their pleasure, and both began to concentrate a bit more on what their hands were doing on their respective bodies and less on the conversation.

While the sound of conversation was gone, the sound of breathing was becoming much more pronounced. They could both hear their own selves and felt their bodies moving closer and closer to climax. But they could also hear each other as well.

Somehow the sound of two breaths getting labored and shallow not only doubled their sensations but quadrupled them. As a nipple was pulled or a hand rubbed up and down or a thumb circled a clit, there was also the sound of another woman as the intake of air caught in a throat or the exhale turned into a soft moan.

Even with their eyes wide open they could not see, but this only left more room for the sounds to fill their brains with images while the sensations of touch shuddered across their bodies. They both realized that as they were turning themselves on they were turning each other on as well. And that thought only spurred each woman to try to do more.

Jen had been playing with her breast which was always a trigger point for her. It had made her very wet and she now had two fingers on her left hand pushing and pulling in and out of her vagina while with her right hand she cupped a breast and pinched the nipple between her index and middle finger. The speed with which she was finger banging herself and the copious amount of fluid she was producing was causing a squelching sound that Carol could hear on her bed.

Because Jen was between Carol and the window, Jen’s body was visible in silhouette just as it had been the week before and so Carol was able to make out her form and could see that Jen was vigorously working herself toward a big orgasm.

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I could tell he was annoyed that Jasmine was with me the moment he saw us. Jasmine saw it to because she whispered to me

“He looks pissed” in a sing song laugh.

Tony was of course to far away to hear us, so I whispered back

“It will make it that much more fun.” I squeezed Jas’s hand quickly.

Jas and I had been planning this for days now. We were going to milk this for all it was worth.

When Tony got to us, I kissed him, and Jas embraced him. We flagged down a taxi and all piled in. We talked of meaningless stuff during the trip back. When we got home, I looked at Jas who gave me a slight nod.

“Feel like a night cap Antonio?” Jas asked.

“Sure. OK Why not.” was Tony’s half-hearted reply. I grinned at Jas as she winked at me while Tony was not looking.

Jas made us a little alcoholic drink and we sat down for a bit and chatted a little longer. Suddenly Tony stood up and announced he was tired and was going to bed. He looked meaningfully at me. I told him I wanted to stay up a bit longer and would meet him there. I could see he was disappointed. This was delicious!

As soon as he was out of the room Jas burst out laughing.

“Oh, he so wanted you to follow him to bed. I bet he is dying for a fuck!” she said.

“Come on I hear the shower running.” I smiled as I grabbed Jas’s hand and we headed quickly to my bedroom.

The en-suite door was closed, and the shower was running. Jas and I undressed quickly. Jas gave my naked tits a quick squeeze pinching the nipples slightly.

“I can’t wait for this!” she said.

I leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

“Remember the plan. Get under the covers. I will turn the light off, so it is dark and hide here in the walk in robe until he gets into bed. Let us see how long it takes for him to realize it is not me in there.” I giggled at the thought.

Jas climbed unto my side of the bed and pulled the sheets up. I turned off the light quietly, so the room was in darkness except for the light coming from the en-suite. I quickly hid behind the sliding door of the walk in robe.

I head the shower stop and waited a few minutes. I could now hear the sound of the towel as he dried. Suddenly the door to the en-suite opened and Tony flicked off the light. Immediately the room was plunged into darkness. I could now him fumble for the light switch. Before he could turn it on, I said

“Don’t turn the light on! I have a surprise for you” I said in the most seductive voice I could muster.

Now I heard the towel hit Hd Porno the floor and the stumbling movement as Tony came to the bed, chuckling softly in anticipation. As soon as he went past the walk in robe I slipped out. I heard him get into the bed. There was a bit more noise (him sidling up to Jas I assumed), followed by an exclamation.

“What the fuck?!” was Tony’s loud yelp of surprise.

“Hey little brother.” was Jas’s husky reply

“Jas!” I could hear the astonishment in Tony’s voice.

I wasted no time, I slid in under the sheets behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. I kissed his neck and breathed into his ear “Surprise.” I then began to kiss him as he tried to turn. Jas’s mouth was following mine across his neck, chest, and nipples. I then broke away and turned to the bed side table where I had left a scented candle earlier. I lit it so that it shed a very warm and erotic light to the scene.

The sheets had slipped down, and I could see Tony’s hard erection. I reached over and stroked it while I talked to him.

“Jas and I have had a week of firsts. We wanted to share some of that with you” I told him, slowly running my closed hand up and down his shaft.

Jas chimed in quickly

“I thought it was a good idea.”

He began to stammer but I put a finger to his lips.

“Shh, do not say anything. Lie back. We have something to show you.”

I then lent over to kiss Jas. She in turn eagerly returned my kiss. For a moment we both forgot there was someone else with us, as we explored each other’s mouths with our tongues. We broke the kiss together. Jas lowered her head to Tony’s cock and began to suck on it.

I went down further and ran my tongue around his balls. His scrotum was not retracted as it sometimes does in the cold. On the contrary it was loose and dangling invitingly in front of me. I opened my mouth and sucked one of his balls into my mouth. I loved the feeling of this soft pliable marble in my mouth. I applied a bit pressure with the roof of my mouth and my tongue.

I could feel Tony getting tense so I pulled away and pulled Jas away as well. I kissed her passionately as I said

“We don’t want him coming yet!”

I then looked into her eyes and nodded ever so slightly.

“Come on you. Time to show off the meat.” I said.

Jas’s face broke into a big grin as she quickly turned around in front of Tony. She remained kneeling on the bed, her legs wide open and her backside up high with her head low and arms stretched out. She looked Türkçe Altyazılı Porno so delicious in this extremely vulnerable position.

I looked at Tony and could see his breath catch. I could almost hear his heart between a hundred times a minute in excitement.

“I present you with some of the finest meat in this city. Look at her gorgeous wet pussy and exceptionally tight asshole. Both are top grade I can vouch for them myself” I told him as I gave Jas’s beautifully rounded backside a resounding slap. To her credit she didn’t even flinch at it.

“Now which do you want first, her ass or her pussy?” I asked Tony as Jas teased us both by wiggling her bottom.

“First?” was Tony’s incredulous reply

I was loving this.

“I assume you will want to fuck her in both holes. At any rate you choose which one you want to fuck first, and I’ll take the other one” I tried to say this as matter of factually as possible.

“What do you mean you’ll fuck the other one?” I could tell he was still thunder struck.

“I’ll fuck her other hole. With this.” I said and reached into the bed side draw where I had left the V shaped double end strap on.

Tony did not know what to make of it. I explained when and where I got it very quickly and told him to decide. As I was telling him this, I spread my legs and inserted one end of the strap on into my pussy. I pushed it slowly up my already wet cunt until it went all the way in and was nice and snug. I then fastened the straps until they were nice and tight. In the meantime, Tony announced he was going to start with Jas’s pussy.

I complimented him on his choice thinking how much I was going to enjoy fucking Jas’s tight asshole with this monster strap on.

I gave Jas a nod when she looked at me, and again with a giant grin on her face she turned around and straddled Tony’s cock as he sat there on the bed. She took his cock in her hand and guided it to her most sex. Slowly she slid down his big shaft. I watched in excitement and fascination as his dick slowly disappeared into Jas’s pussy.

It was as if her quim was eating his entire length of meat. The thought was titillating. I also realized that whilst Tony and I had swapped partners all those weeks ago I had never watched him fuck another woman. I felt happy that the first time I would see this was with my beautiful sister-in-law.

When I heard a low moan from Jas and a gentle grunt from Tony, I knew he was as deep inside her as he could get. He reached Brazzers around and spread Jas’s perfectly shaped ass cheeks, giving me a clear view and easy access to her asshole.

I grabbed a tube of lube I had left next to the dildo and applied a generous amount on the rubber cock sticking out between my legs. I then positioned myself behind Jas and gripped the shaft of my “cock.” I placed the tip of it at her tight bud. I then gently pushed watching as her little “chocolate star fish” stretched wide to take the enormous head. Jas hissed with a sharp intake of breath as she tried to relax, her sphincter.

I pushed a bit deeper never taking my eyes of her still expanding hole. Finally, her asshole was stretched wide engulfing the giant dildo. I now began to push the length deeper into her. This was an exceptionally large dildo. At least ten inches on each shaft. Finally, I was pushing up against her ass cheeks. The pressure the other end of the dildo put inside me was exquisite.

A gripped her hips and began to slowly move myself backwards and forwards. Every time I did this the cock inside me put pressure on my clit making, me almost light headed with pleasure. I loved this feeling of power I had over Jas. I began to pump more furiously. I could hear her moaning as Tony’s cock and my “cock” ploughed into her. I was now almost losing it.

I let go of Jas’s hip with one hand and reached forward, grabbing a handful of her long dark silky hair. I pulled back hard so that her neck was craning back. With my other hand a I slapped her ass hard several times. Each one left my hand warm and tingling, each one causing a sound like a gun shot, each one leaving a red mark on Jas’s perfect skin. Jas yelled both in pain and pleasure this time.

Jas was now buck her hips madly trying to ride both our cocks at the same time. Suddenly she collapsed onto Tony’s chest screaming in pleasure as her orgasm over took her. Seconds latter I was also coming grabbing hold of her hips to prevent myself from falling over.

Suddenly Tony nearly screamed

“FUCK! I’M COMING!”

I pulled my dildo quickly out of Jas’s ass, satisfied with the popping noise it made, and pulled her off Tony’s throbbing cock. Jas and I had barely moved our faces to his cock when it erupted with a gout of come. Four, Five, Six, Seven times it ejaculated his hot white semen all over our faces. We both began to lick the sticky mess off his shaft and each other’s faces. I enjoyed the taste of his salty sweetness as a contrast to the very different but still delicious taste of a woman’s juices.

After a while we lay down next to Tony. All three of us naked. I looked up into his has and grinned.

“So, are you ready to try her ass now? I’ve warmed it up for you.” I said playfully.

He grinned at us and replied simply.

“Fuck yeah!”

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It’s been a while. This is just a short glimpse into a story, probably.

All characters are 18 or older, please enjoy.

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I never thought it would end up like this. I mean, I had dreamt of it, but I never dared to hope.

Ring!

I was so nervous I almost missed the doorbell. Nervous, I hurried to the front door, not daring to let her wait.

Ring ring ring!

Ah, she never waits huh.

I opened the door to reveal the most beautiful person in the world, and my best friend of three years, Jess. She was dressed light, only sporting a cotton pink tank top and shorts that were way too short, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her supple rear to any passerby I’m sure.

‘Hi!” She greeted me, flipping her hair a little. “First time I’ve been here, huh.”

“Yup!” I quipped. “It’s quite an honor for anyone to see my house, much less step in it. You should be on your knees with worship.”

She giggled. “I wouldn’t be on my knees for that, but… just kidding!”

I laughed. “I’d hope not, it’d be a mess to clean up.”

She cocked her head, confused. “A mess?”

“Yeah, because… oh never mind. Would you like a drink? I’ve got cola, tea, water, or if your feeling adventurous…” I pulled out a beer and shook it at her. “Care for a taste?”

“Hell yeah!” She jumped and grabbed the beer out of my hand before popping the top off and chugging it with lightning speed, her breasts jiggling with each gulp.

“Hey! You have to savor it, I only have a couple of packs.”

“Oops.” She burped. “My bad. So what do you want to do?”

“Well, that depends on you.” I gestured around. “This whole house is mine, Hd Porno so anything you see, we can do. Games, cooking, movies, hell i even have a tennis court and a pool out back. And,” I winked, “There is a ten-foot fence to keep out any unwanted attention.”

“Wow, no wonder you don’t invite anyone over. You’ve been keeping all the good stuff to yourself!” She giggled. “But now that you mention it, it is damn hot, so I could go for a dip in the pool if you’re up for it?”

I shrugged. “Of course, do you have a swimsuit with you? I’m afraid i don’t have a store here, and the closest town is an hour’s drive.”

“Oh, we won’t be needing any clothes.” She giggled again, the most infectious giggle, one that couldn’t help but make me smile. She was always doing things like this, naughty and adventurous. That was actually how we had met, when she’d snuck into the men’s room in our senior year of high school. She’d waltzed in right as I’d finished peeing, and had scared me to death. What if she had walked in a little earlier? That was still fuel for my fantasy, even now.

“Are you sure your up for it then?”

“Absolutely!”

“Alright then, you go have fun first, I’ll just have a beer real fast and then I’ll join you.”

She skittered off, as soon as I turned my back to open the fridge, leaving her giggles in the air behind her. I, for my part, only drank half a beer before I set it on the counter and prepared to join her.

Leaving the kitchen and entering the adjoining living room, I spotted a pink top on the edge of the sofa.

“Oh, so that’s the game we’re playing,” I muttered, and took my gray tee off with a smile.

Tossing Türkçe Altyazılı Porno it to the side, I continued onward to the back sliding door, and saw her shorts, sitting on the sill. Not wanting to seem a coward, I dropped my shorts, leaving only my boxers to shield my rod from the scorching sun. It was a really hot day.

Walking a little farther towards the pool, I first saw her bra and panties, a nice red lace set, with a thong for the underwear. Shortly after I spotted her.

Standing in the shallows of my pool, she was like a siren, a beautiful goddess of the pool. Her hair, flowed down her back, billowing in the arid wind. Her tits bounced as she turned towards me, two snow-white mountains, with glorious peaks. Every part of her amazing, petite figure had me shellshocked, blown completely away.

“C’mon nerd, lose the boxers,” she teased, laughing at me.

“Alright, if you think you’re prepared.”

“As if you could surprise me…ahh,” She said, her words ending in a gasp as I released my member from its silken prison. Standing tall at over ten inches was my manhood, rock hard and glistening under the sun.

“I… see.” She muttered. “You got me.”

“Ha, I knew I would,” I made a victory pose. “Little James never fails to amaze!”

“Oh really,” She said huskily. “We’ll see about that.” With a woosh of water, she stepped out of the pool, revealing the rest of her beauty. She had a small patch right above her womanhood, which was glistening from the water, or at least I was pretty sure it was all water.

“Uh, what’re you doing?” I panicked a little, we teased Brazzers each other all the time, but neither of us went this far, always respecting a boundary.

“Shh, don’t speak. Don’t ruin this.” She ran her hand along my chest, down to my rod before giving it a gentle caress. “I know you’ve wanted this. Hell, I want this.”

With a smile she led me into the pool, before embracing me. I pulled her into a deep kiss, sharing this hot moment as she ground against me. My hands were all over her, running from her wonderful hair, before making their way down to her breasts, rolling my thumbs around her peaks and gently squeezing.

She gasped. “Ooh, you’re good.” I took that as an invitation to keep going. I stopped kissing her and moved my mouth to her tips, suckling and swirling my tongue around. She writhed against me, her hands working to make me explode.

“Enough. I need you in me now!”

I wasn’t one to disappoint, lifting her up in my arms before sharply impaling my full length inside of her slick entrance. She let out a squeak, letting her head fall back as her body spasmed from the intense orgasm. I held still for a moment, almost letting her come back down before I started moving, pulling almost all the way out before I rammed back in, eliciting cute moans and squeaks with every thrust.

“I’m, I’m about to cum” I warned, having been at my limit for a bit.

“Do it. Cum inside me, do it NOW!”

With one final thrust I exploded inside her, bringing her another earth-shattering orgasm. Slowly I sank down into a sitting position, still cuddling her in my arms.

“That was amazing” I gasped, out of breath from the intense fucking.

She blinked at me innocently “You thought we were done?”

“Uh…”

“Oh, we’re not done. I need you to show me exactly what little James here can do.”

She circled her finger around my still erect rod. “Plus, it still looks like you can still go another round.”

End.

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Soccer Moms — Part 6

[Author’s Notes: 1) there are underage characters in this story but they will neither have, see nor even hear any sexual activity; 2) this is a work of fiction and so certain aspects of this story involving youth soccer programs are not completely accurate but they advance the storyline. Please try to look past that to the more important aspects of the story; and 3) thanks to haltwhogoesthere who proved you can actually point out spelling and grammar errors in a constructive and helpful way. I will try to work on those.]

Carol woke up looking at the ceiling. She was laying on her back with Jen cuddled up beside her, Jen’s arm draped across her chest. Both women were completely naked. And as right as it seemed, Carol knew it was not that simple. But she decided she would not think about anything else at the moment but just how nice it felt. She was just going to enjoy it and face all the rest of it later.

It was almost time to get up anyway and so Carol picked Jen’s arm off her and rolled out of bed. As Carol got her clothes and made her way to the bathroom, Jen called out “It will be quicker if we shower together.”

“No. It won’t be.” Carol responded with a big smile and went in but did not close the door.

Jen could hear Carol going through brushing her teeth and getting into the shower, but she could not see it. So she brought the desk chair over to the door of the bathroom and looked in. This time she just looked as she was able to partially make out Carol’s body through the shower curtain and the steam. When the water stopped, Carol got out of the shower and saw her admirer watching naked from the desk chair.

Carol made a big show of turning her back and bending over to dry her feet, pointing her ass right at Jen. “I know you are doing that trying to be funny Carol, but you need to understand how much that turns me on.”

Carol turned with a grin on her face, but when she looked into Jen’s eyes, she could tell that Jen was serious. It gave her a moment of pause, but she quickly recovered. “If you get in now while I finish drying my hair and all, you can actually join me for breakfast before we have to go over to the field.”

“I am not really a morning person.” Jen replied. “That’s why I got a job that starts at 10:00am. But I have never had breakfast at any of these things because I have slept late, sooooo…what the heck.” With that Jen stood up and walked into the shower. As Jen passed by, she gave Carol a friendly swat on Carol’s butt.

Eventually the women got dressed and went down to the hotel lobby for the continental breakfast. Katie and Melanie came over and Melanie was a little surprised to see her mother up and dressed already. “Did you turn in extra early to be up for breakfast?” Melanie asked her Mom.

“Something like that.” Jen said. Carol snorted clearly trying to hold in a laugh. The girls just looked at each other then went to get some water as that is all the Coach Hochbauer would let them have since they had an early game. The team played well in both games and went home with another tournament championship.

Jen and Carol had parked next to each other at the far end of the parking lot and so had some time as they walked back. They agreed that they needed to have some time to talk and they did not want it to be at the practice field on Tuesday. Although they lived about an hour apart, Carol worked from home and set her own schedule and Jen knew she could get away from her office for a while Monday at and after lunch. So they agreed to meet for lunch at a diner near Jen’s work the next day.

On the drive home, all Carol could think about was last night. She could see Jen’s naked body, watching as the petite blonde pleasured herself and brought herself to that huge orgasm. She thought about that kiss and how sensuous and exciting it had been. She could even sense the slap on her behind in the bathroom that morning. Finally, she could not take it anymore. She could tell she was wet between her legs and she was afraid the smell might be noticed by her daughter. So at the next rest stop, she pulled in and asked Katie if she had to go to the bathroom, being quite relieved when Katie said no.

Carol gave Katie the keys so she could hit the panic button on the fob if there was any trouble; told her to lock the door; and went into the bathroom. Once she got the stall door closed, she sat down, spread her legs and began feverishly rubbing herself. As she felt the pleasure building, she shoved two fingers inside herself and thrust as fast as she could. She put her other hand over her mouth so that she would not make any noise. She thought she was alone, but she had not bothered to check too closely.

As she felt the orgasm hit, she kept her fingers inside and let the waves crash around her. Her legs began to spasm and she knew it would have been noticeable had anyone else been in there. Finally sated, she took a few deep breathes and cleaned up as best she could. When she got back to the car she must have looked a little flushed and Hd Porno Katie asker her “Are you okay, Mom.”

“I’m fine honey. I just had a little gas and had to go to the bathroom to get it out.”

Katie looked at her and said “Melanie said her mom had a similar problem on the way down. I sure hope you guys don’t have something and give it to us.”

The Rogers family was just sitting in the living room watching television after their pizza dinner. Carol had come to the decision that she wanted to pursue a physical relationship with Jen but she also did not want to endanger her marriage to Paul. Carol and Jen would be talking about how they might do that tomorrow but Carol still had to deal with her own feelings tonight. Deep down there still was some guilt and a sense that she had been unfaithful to Paul. She felt as if she had to make it up to him, even if he didn’t know anything about it.

At one point, Carol went into the kitchen and motioned to Paul to join her. She said “I don’t want Katie to get suspicious, so I am going to bed early but I want you to stay here with her and don’t come up until it is time for her to go to sleep. It will give me some time to be ready and I will definitely make it worthwhile.”

“Your wish is my command, m’lady.” said Paul and he went back to the couch and pretended to be fully engrossed in what was on the screen. Carol said she was tired and was going to sleep early. Then she went upstairs to the master bedroom. She did not want to turn on the shower as the noise would have been suspicious, so she took a washcloth and some soap and cleaned between her thighs and in between her buttocks vigorously to ensure both areas were squeaky clean. Then she put on her most reveling negligée, turned off the lights and waited for Paul in a dark corner of the bedroom.

When Paul arrived, he could barely make out the bed and he called out to Carol. She told him to get on the bed and turn on the reading light. Once he had done that, she walked slowly toward the bed emerging from the shadows. She took a long time to get to the bed trying to walk in as seductive a manner as she could.

Paul was already aroused when he had come into the room wondering what Carol had in store for him. Now as he watched her emerge from the shadows in her negligée, he drank in the sight of her lush body covered in just the right amount of clothes, in just the right places that he just stared.

When Carol got to the foot of the bed, she stopped, spread her legs out a bit and put her arms on her hips in a superhero pose. She let Paul ogle her for a while and then slowly turned halfway and stopped again, giving him a full view of her firm round ass. Paul started to move toward her, but she told him no and had him sit back down with his back against the headboard. Carol crawled onto the bed and began crawling to him like a tigress getting ready to devour her prey.

Paul was thunderstruck by what he was seeing. Carol’s emerald eyes were a green flame. He could not immediately recall ever seeing them like that and certainly not recently, even with the uptick in their sex life. Her red hair falling about her shoulders framing that face he loved so much.

By now she was on all fours as she crawled closer. Her lovely breasts hanging down, pulling the material covering them down, not enough for Paul to see them completely, but enough so he saw each breast hanging down separately, the cleavage between them only highlighting the swell of each breast as gravity pulled them toward the bed.

Her hands were on his ankles now and she rubbed his legs as she continued to crawl up his body, her eyes never leaving his. When her hands reached his waist, she pulled his underwear down to his knees and crawled forward some more. Still keeping that eye contact, she lowered her head. She finally dipped her neck down and took his hard penis into her mouth.

Carol bobbed her head up and down, licking up and down the shaft. She was allowing saliva to drip all around it and made it slippery. She went back up to his head and seemed to take some breathes, and then went all the way down to where her lips were now against his pubic hairs. She came back up just a little, then sucked in for all she could.

Carol got an almost vacuum seal around Paul’s cock and then slowly dragged her mouth back up his length. Paul was in another world. He could feel every square inch of her lips where they were contacting his slick penis as Carol’s lips rode along every inch of his cock. When she got to the head, she opened her mouth and broke the seal needing some air. She licked all around and then concentrated on the back of his knob.

Carol then told Paul to slide down so he was on his back. As he shimmied down, Carol stayed over him, not enough to impede his movement, but enough so that his body moved against hers as he slid down. She reached out and pushed his penis up so that it did not get caught as he went down. This also meant that the entire underside of his penis was rubbing across her stomach Türkçe Altyazılı Porno as he slid down onto his back.

Once he was on his back, Carol sat on his thighs and had his penis right in front of her. She began to stroke it with her hands. She would rub with one hand, and bring the other to her mouth, run her tongue out and over the other hand, coating it with saliva. Then she would bring that hand down to stroke Paul’s penis while she repeated the process with her other hand. Paul stared intently as she did this while at the same time, enjoying the handjob so much that he was completely hard and his penis was now pointing straight up at the ceiling.

Carol then rose up and came back down over Paul’s penis. She grabbed it with one hand and guided it into her dripping hole. Once Carol felt the head go inside her, she pulled her hand away and fully impaled herself onto Paul. She reveled in the feeling of Paul’s hard member inside her and the feel of the movement throughout her whole vagina as she moved up and down.

After a while she went down with Paul all the way inside her and began thrusting her hips forward and back, staying with Paul all the way inside of her. She was working hard, throwing her hips forward and allowing for some wonderful friction to increase her own pleasure as well.

Feeling that she was getting close to an orgasm, Carol again went back to an up and down motion. Her breathing was getting ragged and she was getting a little tired from the effort. She looked straight into Paul’s eyes and said “I’m close to coming. How are you doing?”

Paul had been getting close to the brink himself, but this night had been so erotic that he had been trying hard not to get too far ahead of Carol. Now that he knew she was close, he was ready to succumb to the ecstasy he was feeling. “I’m right there too honey. I don’t want this moment to end, but I really can’t hold it back much longer.”

“Don’t hold it back Paul. Go ahead and let it happen. Cum and I will cum with you. We’ll cum together Paul. Go ahead, cum.”

Paul began thrusting up as hard as he could, trying to match Carol’s rhythm so they could share this most intimate of moments together. “I’m right there Carol. I am gonna cum.”

“Go ahead Paul, I’m right there too. Cum with me Paul. Now. Cum for me.” With that Carol felt her climax hit her and she drove down on Paul’s crotch as she felt a flood of juices empty onto Paul’s cock and out onto the bed. Feeling that rush of hot liquid all around his cock made Paul go over the edge and he began to cum inside Carol. He felt several squirts of cum blast inside her. It was rare that he would have that kind of force behind his orgasm these days, but everything about this night had been special and he felt like he was in his late teens not his late forties.

Carol collapsed on top of him, Paul’s penis still inside of her as she caught her breath and regained some energy. Carol picked her head up and put her hands on either side of Paul’s face. As he opened his eyes and looked into hers, she smiled, lifted his head a little and began to kiss him in a deep, sensual kiss. Their tongues came out and slithered around each other’s for a few minutes.

Finally, Carol broke the kiss and got off Paul and laid down next to him. After some silence, Paul asked “Where is all this coming from? Don’t get me wrong I am not complaining. I don’t believe our sex life was bad before but it has been just so good of late, that the comparison is striking.”

Carol thought for a minute and then responded “I think it was when there was all the talk at the beginning of Katie’s soccer season about college and stuff. And I know it’s still a few years away. And it’s not that I don’t love the girls and I am so glad that they are a part of our lives. But I am ready to get back to it just being you and me again. And with raising the kids and going through life, we had to give ourselves to other things. And again, I don’t regret that, but I want to start giving more of myself to you. Like before the girls. And even before we were married. I agree with you that I don’t think our sex life was bad. It was just limited in when we could share it and so I think we stayed with things we knew would work so we could get it done in the time allotted. If that makes sense?”

Paul assured her that it did. So Carol continued “Now that we are going to have more and more time, I want to use that time for us to enjoy. For us to take some more time and take some chances. And if they don’t work out, it’s not as big a deal because we can always try something else tomorrow. And that has not been our situation for a long time.”

As Carol was talking she was trying to lay the groundwork for whatever her and Jen could come up with to work out the dual interests of Carol’s marriage to Paul and their burgeoning relationship. She hoped that one of the “chances” she had just mentioned that Paul and her should take would lead her to Jen.

The next day Carol drove up to meet Jen Brazzers for lunch. The drive was over an hour and she realized that Jen had to drive this twice a week for practice. And that Jen did not have the furthest ride. It was a reminder of how good the program was and for all her gripes about Steve Pennington, the Blue Lightning program had to be something pretty special if people would drive their children this far to be a part of it.

As Carol pulled into the Diner parking lot she could see Jen’s car already there and so she parked and went inside. She saw where Jen was seated and went and sat down in the booth. As Carol sat down she looked into Jen’s smiling face and bright blue eyes. Jen was on her lunch break from work and was dressed in a collared shirt, the buttons straining a bit at the swell of her bosom.

Carol thought about those wonderful breasts and nipples and realized that she was checking out her friend, not in a causal way that one person might check out another person, but in a sexual way. She also realized that she would no longer be satisfied with just looking at Jen. She felt a little embarrassed and hoped she hadn’t been to obvious in staring at Jen. But if she would have known what was going through Jen’s mind at that moment, she would not have felt bad at all.

Jen had seen Carol’s car pull into the parking lot and immediately felt a little tingle between her thighs. She really wanted to have a sexual relationship with Carol. Not just a one-time thing, but lots and lots of sex. She was not sure exactly why she had become so enamored with Carol so quickly, but she could not deny that she had. Then when she realized that Carol might have some carnal desires for her as well, Jen began to work to make this a reality.

When Carol came in with her red hair and her ample breasts and her womanly body, Jen shivered as her arousal kicked up another notch. She knew she had to be careful. Carol had also quickly become her best friend and she had no desire to ruin that friendship. Plus, Melanie and Katie had become such great friends and were teammates. Jen knew she might have to suppress her desires for Melanie’s sake if Carol and her could not find a way to resolve Carol’s dilemma of her feelings for Jen versus her love for her husband.

Jen certainly had been working to seduce Carol. For this lunch meeting, Jen was coming in her work clothes. However, she purposefully picked a shirt that was a little tighter so it would stretch over her breasts. At the office she could hide it with a blazer. At the diner, her breasts would be front and center. When she saw Carol ogling them as she sat down, Jen knew she had chosen correctly.

They made small talk as they looked over the menu and gave their orders to the waitress. Then Carol looked at Jen and started the speech she had rehearsed on the drive up.

“Jen, I don’t know exactly how to say this. You have become my best friend and I really do not want to do anything that would jeopardize that. Also, I am married, and I am very happy with that part of my life as well. And I don’t want to do anything that would jeopardize that. But I also have to admit that the intimacy we have been sharing has been incredible. It has opened me up to possibilities that I had never contemplated before. It has unlocked my sexuality. And I want more.”

“Paul and I have been having great sex lately. Our sex life had been fine but it had gotten into a rut. But after that first weekend of the first tournament, I have been much more willing to explore with Paul and things have never been better with us. I think it really might even be better than it was when we were first dating. And you had a big part in all that. And I have to thank you for that.”

At that moment the waitress was back with their soft drinks. Carol looked up hoping that the waitress had not heard her. If she had, there was nothing on her face that gave it way.

After the waitress left their booth, Carol continued. “I just know I want to explore so much more with you. I just don’t know how to do that and not feel like I am cheating on Paul. I know what I want, but I don’t know if I can have what I want without losing things I don’t want to lose. I know that must all sound crazy and scatterbrained.”

To Jen, Carol looked half-scared and half-exasperated. Carol was such a strong, decisive woman and it did throw Jen off a bit to see her this unsure of herself. Despite her own sexual attraction to Carol and her own desire for a sexual relationship with Carol, Jen knew that she did not want to drag Carol into something to which Carol was not fully committed. The good news was Jen had also been thinking about this and she thought she had a plan.

Jen reached across the table and took one of Carol’s hands in her own. Jen said “Carol, first let me say this. You have quickly become my best friend and I do not want anything to interfere with that either. So let’s agree right now that whatever we do or don’t do from here on out, it is only because we both want to. And we accept that if either one of us wants to stop our exploring completely, the other will accept that because deep down we want each other to enjoy the journey for as far as it takes us. And when it ends, it ends, but we stay friends. I promise to you I can live by that. Will you make that same promise to me?”

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Chapter 3

Everyone involved in this story is over the age of 18. It’s a fantasy, and in real life such behaviour would be highly illegal and lead to long prison sentences. If you’re offended by descriptions of rape and forced sex; read no further.

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I hit the gym hard the next day; a weights circuit before a healthy breakfast. The circuit went well, though my leg was aching at the site of the AK-47 bullet scar. Then I called Henri.

“Henri, you old rogue; how are you, and how is the beautiful Michelle? When’s she going to recognise you as the world’s biggest loser and run away with me instead?”

Henri chuckled: it was a standard piece of banter between the three of us; brother Legionaires’ families were off-limits, and we all knew and respected that.

“We’re all good. She’d pack her bags and join you this afternoon but she’s gone off priests – she knows you’re all queers trying to cover up your sinful same-sex attraction by preying on weak-willed women. But I’ll allow it this once, if you promise you’ll take the kids as well!”

We bantered for a little longer before Henri turned serious.

“So, James. You didn’t call me only to shoot the breeze. It’s a WhatsApp call; not airtight, but secure enough. What’s on your mind?”

So I told him. He sympathised over the Bishop and the financial bind with the community centre, expressed approval as I described the four eighteen-year-old girls, ‘tut-tutted’ when I gave him a brief run-down on my forcible defloration of the slim and so delicious Beth, and whistled softly when I told him of the financial deal which had been agreed.

“So, what’s the problem?” he asked. “You sound like a pig in shit! Finances sorted and no shortage of pussy: just keep the girls quiet if you have to force them. But you’re a handsome enough chap, if not a patch on a real hunk like me. The girls will probably want you to fuck them – and that collar of yours can be pretty attractive for the fairer sex. Or so I’m told?”

“OK Henri, and this time yesterday I’d have agreed with you. But things got a lot more complicated.”

I went on to describe the secretly made video of Beth’s rape (“Careless” was Henri’s laconic comment), and how Rupert and Jeremy were now blackmailing me to have sex with the girls to order – to their order – to break them in for their work as very high end mistresses – amongst other duties – for wealthy businessmen. When Henri had finished laughing; and teasing me that now I really was in pussy heaven, he turned serious again.

“OK James. Yes you’re right: it’s bad. You can’t trust the queens, and I guess they’ll throw you under the bus when you’ve done their work for then and they’re ready to move on. Plus, you don’t know anything of their bosses.”

“What bosses?” I asked.

“There must be others. Use your head. You’ve seen no evidence of a logistic or recruitment backing; no more any suggestion how they find customers. This is likely just one tentacle – the end of one tentacle – of a dangerous octopus.”

“So will you help me?”

Henri’s response was immediate and unreserved: “James, I owe you! Michelle too, and the kids: I’d be crocodile shit by now – or worse – but for you. So, the first problem is those videos – videos; they’ll have filmed yesterday too. How long have they been in residence there; and did you see any obvious infrastructure going in?”

I told him: two months, tops, and no, though I had seen a BT Openreach team working just outside the property.

“Good. Likelihood is they’re storing it all on a networked drive on site; maybe even just on a laptop. We need to crack their network. Do they have Wi-Fi do you know? I guess they must have. Well we have to hope. And, what sort of phone do you have?”

I knew about the wireless: a fast connection they’d said. I told him I had an Android phone.

“Perfect. So this is what we do. Meet me today, M25 services; same as always. 1300? We can risk a burger, or take a sandwich. And bring your phone.” He ended the call.

We met as planned, at the usual place, which is absolutely not an M25 services, and he took my phone, handing it to a short man I might have recognised, but carefully took no notice of. I asked if he needed my passcode. Henri chuckled: “Now you’ve insulted him!” The man disappeared. The phone was returned before we parted: the man answering Henri’s quiet question with a simple: “C’est fait. Tout bon”.

“OK, next time you visit,” said Henri to me, “when you visit the manor; make sure the phone’s charged, and contrive to leave it behind, like you dropped it or something. Down the back of a sofa; you’ll think of something. But not too, er, ‘évident’. It needs to be active for a few hours only. There’s a sniffer on it – should get us in. The next day, go and ask for it back. Meanwhile, just play balls – and ‘ave fun!”

I thanked him and drove home, and in fact had no opportunity to leave my now presumably spy-phone at the manor until after the following three days: a break I needed, both for my weekend parish duties and to recharge my sexual batteries.

I was helped Hd Porno in this latter by the first French lesson with my four pretty students. It was arranged by a note which was waiting on my doormat when I returned from my meeting with Henri, and held in a meeting room at the community centre. Far too public for me to try anything really, and the centre too busy – though I did risk running a single finger along the outside of Beth’s bare shoulder and upper arm, which made her catch her breath and tremble deliciously. The girls were dressed in sleeveless but demure cotton tops and mid-length skirts: certainly the very model of femininity, and of hidden, or rather unreleased sexuality. The girls were delivered by George in a Six-Sierra minibus; they stayed a couple of hours, and were whisked away again. Still, I knew what was under Beth’s clothes, and had glimpsed Mandy’s fine boobs … it was a mark of my professionalism that I delivered a coherent and useful initial assessment and lesson.

The call from the Manor came out of the blue, just as I was dropping off to sleep on the Tuesday evening. It was Rupert, and he sounded panicky.

“James; James; we need you up here now! Right now!! It’s George: he’s gone beserk and he’s got Beth. He’ll kill her if you don’t stop him!”

“Is he armed?” I asked.

“What? Armed?! Good grief no; but he stormed up to the house an hour or two ago; drunk; and just grabbed her! He’s taken her down to his cottage.”

It was fortunate I’d not be needing a firearm or body armour: I could get that kit, but not quickly. So I was on my way in a few minutes, just taking time to slip a trusted old friend into my pocket.

Rupert met me at the main gate, which stood open: a distraught Jeremy beside him – but not too distraught to take a look at my trousers and exclaim, “Good grief!” I drove in, and the gate was closed and bolted behind me.

“This way,” said Jeremy and led me on foot down a path which wound around some trees to the ‘cottage’; in fact a substantial house. The front door stood open and loud music was coming from an open window.

Rupert and Jeremy tagged behind me as I entered the house and quickly checked both floors. The house was empty, though a discarded shoe suggested Beth had certainly been brought here. The music was ear-splitting and I gestured to Jeremy to kill it. He found a power cable, unplugged it and the noise stopped.

Beth’s cry pierced the sudden silence: it came from below us, and as quickly died away. “The cellar!” said Rupert and Jeremy together. They pointed to a door under the stairs.

The wise soldier checks the ground first, but this time I didn’t have that luxury. I just checked my pocket, which was still holding its comfortable weight, and went in.

The door opened to a small landing, and then to a flight of stairs. Taking in the scene below me, lit by a bright bare bulb in the ceiling and, incongruously, a few candles, I saw first Beth, naked, spread-eagled face up on a surprisingly neat looking double bed in the centre of the room. Her wrists and ankles were secured to the corners of the bed, and at first sight I thought she was covered – or at least her chest and groin area – with bright red arterial blood. Whatever he had done to her breasts had left them distorted and misshapen. But at least she was alive, if only just: her tear stained eyes saw my arrival and she turned her head weakly up towards me in anguish.

George was at the head of the bed, holding in one hand a ball gag which he had apparently just removed from Beth’s mouth. His other hand held a wicked looking kitchen knife. In the fight which followed he should have been at an advantage; and perhaps would have been, save for two things: he was drunk, and I had a Denver 2-ply Sap. They cost just £31.14 on Amazon: an absolute steal but you do have to know how to use it. I do.

I was half way down the stairs before he reacted; and then he was slow. He moved away from the bed-head and opened the angle: dropping into a crouch and holding the knife low. But the drink had made him clumsy, and as he moved forward to try to fillet me with the knife he stumbled, and I slipped the blackjack from my pocket and hit him.

There’s a certain elegance about a well balanced cosh; a sense of ‘This is the last word on the matter’ as it strikes a human skull. George dropped like the proverbial stone and lay at my feet, snoring. Rupert and Jeremy joined me, and I gestured to a convenient tub of zip ties which stood handy.

“Tie him up!”, I ordered, and they scuttled to obey.

I turned to Beth, expecting the worst. Arterial bleeds usually spurt — there was none visible here. Had she virtually bled out? But there was no blood on the floor.

“How bad is it? There’s quite a lot of blood on you: how deep are you cut?” I asked.

She looked at me as if I was her knight in shining armour, and astonishingly laughed weakly. “Oh Father – it’s not blood. It’s wax! He was burning me! My poor boobies! My poor coochie!” Then her brittle self control collapsed, and she broke into uncontrolled sobbing.

Suddenly Türkçe Altyazılı Porno the scene made sense. The red stuff was candle wax, not blood. And now I saw that her breasts were distorted not from contusions but from a crude form of tit-torture: there were clamps – crocodile clips – attached to her nipples and in turn tied via blocks to weights, pulling her tits up and out. He had set the contraption up, then dropped hot wax onto the sensitive skin there and at her exposed pussy. I quickly unhooked the weights from the cables, then as gently as possible freed the clamps from her abused tits. She grimaced as the blood flowed back into her abused breasts.

“I’ll have to get the wax off,” I told her. “Candle wax doesn’t actually burn you; just hurts like hell. But your nipples will be sore. Where’s the key for the cuffs?”

Beth moved her head and indicated with her eyes: “Over there. He dropped them in something he called a ‘timer box’.”

I followed the direction of her gaze and found a strongbox bolted securely to the wall. A digital timer labelled ‘Time to Unlock’ was counting down: two hours to run. Rupert and Jeremy had finished trussing up George, who was still out like a light, and would stay out until mid-morning the next day if I was any judge. I directed them to drag him up the stairs and into the rest of the house; a difficult task. I turned to the bed again and examined the restraints. I knew instantly that I couldn’t remove them – they were padded, but industrial strength – or military strength rather, from the South African markings on them.

“Sorry Beth,” I said to the splayed out and helpless girl. “You’re stuck there for a couple of hours.” I turned to Jeremy, who was levering George’s feet through to top doorway.

“Jeremy old fruit: you and Rupert put George on the living room floor. Recovery position; assuming you don’t want him dead?” He grunted assent. “Then fuck off both of you. I’ll bring Beth over to the house when the time-lock releases the key to her cuffs. About two hours: there’s no way of getting her free before then.”

I heard them moving George around, then the front door closing behind them. I turned back to Beth:

“So sweetie; let’s get you as comfortable as we can.”

A gentleman would not have acted as I did then, but I’ve never claimed to be a gentleman, and the sight of her eighteen year old body, cuffed and spread-eagled, naked and available on the bed, would have been an invitation too much even for most saints. And I’m no saint.

I moved over to the bed and leaned over her, before pulling the accumulated wax off each breast in turn. There were angry marks from the tit clamps but she wasn’t cut. George must have tightened them slowly for maximum fear and pain – he’d actually done her a favour: snapping them shut would have torn the delicate skin of her areoles.

“Now for your little coochie.” I told her. “This will hurt because it will tear the hair out with the wax.”

I’d guessed that she’d never had a Brazilian wax, and I wasn’t wrong … but I wasn’t right either.

“It won’t.” she answered weakly. “George … he shaved me. Down there.” Again she used her eyes to indicate a direction.

‘George, you old pervert!’ I thought to myself. ‘You have hidden depths!’ I peeled the wax off there too: there wasn’t too much of it, and again the skin was undamaged apart from a little redness and a couple of nicks where George’s fine motor skills had let him down. I wondered how he’d kept the bed dry, then saw a towel and basin discarded by a sink on one side of the room. I emptied the basin and refilled it with clean water, then wetted a clean corner of the towel.

“I’ll clean you up.” I began to wipe her tits with the damp cloth. She closed her eyes, sighing contentedly, and despite her predicament I noticed the nipples beginning to harden. My cock was hard already – had been for a while, and I moved the cloth down her body to begin on her groin. Her eyes flew open as I began on her sensitive nub, and I sensed her dawning awareness of a double betrayal: by me, taking sexual advantage of her helplessness, and by her body, becoming aroused in spite of herself. She began to thrash around in her bonds, but the movement simply intensified the sexual fire in her depths.

“Hush, little Beth,” I told her. “You’ll spend time enough on your back giving pleasure to your employer. Tonight you get to enjoy being given pleasure, and giving me pleasure, when you can do nothing about it.”

Saying this I cast the cloth aside, and began circling her smooth outer lips with my fingers. I leaned forward and began licking and kissing her firm soft tits; soothing the redness caused by the hot wax, then sucking each nipple in turn into my mouth and caressing it with my tongue. She calmed down, and began to respond with growing sexual passion.

Suddenly her thrashing was of frustration for more stimulation and her cries of ‘No, no!” became pleas not to stop my assault on her taught young body. She really needn’t have begged; I’d Brazzers no intention of stopping. Moving my fingers to her slit I found her wet, and not just from my cleansing ministrations. It was time to teach her my favourite number.

Starting from the now hard nipple of her left breast I licked and kissed down her body, over her flat stomach, and on until my tongue replaced my fingers in caressing her pussy and clit. She trembled with the building tension of the approaching orgasm I was inflicting on her unwilling body. But before she could climax, and without ceasing my tongue-lashing of her sensitive sex, I climbed onto the bed and above her. I lowered my hard dick so it dragged over her face and I positioned the head by her mouth. Her delicate lips brushed against me. She moaned in passion, and on my order she took me into her mouth and began to suck on me, her tongue holding the sensitive underside of my erection against the roof of her mouth. We held that position for maybe a minute before she came; her vaginal muscles spasming around my tongue and her sucking interrupted by an involuntary and shuddering gasp of sexual joy.

I pressed myself hard against her splayed out body, and controlled my urge to let go into her throat. Instead I turned around and slid myself down her body so that I could lie between her legs and lick her into ecstasy a second time. As she was cumming I moved up her body until my cockhead was positioned at her entrance; ready to take her in the missionary position.

“Beg me!” I instructed her. She shook her head: her mouth moved, but silently. She was trying to resist the sexual instincts surging through her eighteen year old veins, but in vain:

“Please!” she whispered. “Please, fuck me. Take me with your hard cock! Make me cum again! Pump your seed into my helpless womb! I’m here for you – take me now!”

As she spoke she writhed as far as she could, within the confines of the unyielding chains securing her cuffed wrists and ankles to the bed, trying to impale herself. She managed to push her vaginal opening onto my cockhead, but could go no further.

“Take me!” she pleaded. “Split me wide open! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck, fuck, fuck … aaaahhhh yes!! Yes, yes, yes!”

I was fully inside Beth now, and beginning to build to my own orgasm, which I knew would not be long delayed. Pushing up on one arm I opened a route for my right hand to return to her clit. She broke off her vocal cries and we began panting together in the throes of our mutual lust: her delectable slim body spread out like a delicate butterfly; pinned by my erect phallus.

We came together, my cum flooding her welcoming womb and leaking out onto the bedsheets below her. I lay still, totally relaxed, enjoying the soft girl-flesh below me. There were tears in Beth’s eyes again, tears now of joy for the pleasure she had never expected a man could give her even when captive and at his mercy … or was that because she was captive and at his mercy?

We lay like that, satiated and relaxed, as I gradually softened within her. I had no desire to move; Beth, constrained as she was, had no option. Finally I stretched languorously, enjoying the feel of her firm breasts under my chest muscles. My now soft penis dropped out of her just as a notification sound and the click of a sprung door opening signalled that the time-lock had released the keys to her cuffs.

I rose from the bed, giving each nipple a final lick, kiss and suckle, then collected the keys and released her. As soon as her arms were free she reached between her legs and scooped a little of my cum from her vagina. Fixing her eyes on mine she licked it lasciviously from her fingers and swallowed.

“Thank you!”

“Any time you want – or rather, any time I want.” I replied.

Her clothes, which George had cut from her, were in a discarded heap; and were unwearable. Naked and barefoot she followed me up the stairs to the hallway. Catching sight of George’s recumbent form through the sitting room doorway she stiffened, but he was clearly out for the count. I ran up the stairs and came down with a soft sheet.

“Best I can do; but it will cover you. You can’t walk without shoes; I’ll carry you.”

Before I picked her up I cut the ties on George’s wrists and ankles. I held Beth cradled in my arms, cock stirring again as my right hand felt her breast through the material. She put her arms around my neck.

“I can’t hate you; I know I should, but I can’t! I love you … no I don’t love you. I don’t know if I love you – but I don’t hate you.”

I kissed her forehead.

“Come on sexy girl. Time to get your beauty sleep.”

I carried her to the house. Rupert and Jeremy fussed over her as I carried her straight up to her room. I sent Jeremy out for a cup of hot cocoa for her, and I got Rupert to find her some nightwear. When they returned Beth was in the shower, and my phone down between the bed and headboard, where it could conceivably have fallen. Turning down the offer of a night cap I made my way home, having assured them that George would likely be fine the next day, apart from the mother of all headaches. Back home, and hoping my spyware-filled phone was doing its stuff back at the manor, I showered, sadly washing the scent of fuckable young woman off my body, and went to bed. I was instantly sleeping the sleep of the just. Ironic really, but anyway.

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