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Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons is coincidental. A story about an adulterous encounter containing foreplay and oral consensual sex

I’m Harold. Any critique on this story will be very welcome at the address in my profile.

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Peter worked in an office complex that stood on a treed lot with a stream running through it. There were benches at various spots.

He had some documents to be faxed out. The receptionist Gwen was responsible for all the faxing. She was a married lady in her mid thirties. She had auburn hair that was shoulder length and had a shapely figure.

“Gwen would you fax these papers for me please.” Peter said handing three sheets to Gwen.

“Certainly Mr Morris. I’ll let you know when they have gone through.” She replied.

“Thanks.” Peter said with a smile.

After work Peter went out for a coffee before going home. He got a coffee and looked for an unoccupied table. They were all in use. However, Gwen was sitting at the table in the corner.

“May I join you Gwen?” Peter asked as he approached the table.

“Oh hello Mr Morris, certainly you may.” Gwen replied, adding. “It’s a busy place today.”

“It certainly is”. Peter replied adding. “You don’t have to call me Mr Morris when you call my phone, or if we should meet, like now for instance. Please call me Peter”. He sat down and said. “You come here often after work?”

“Maybe a couple of times a week, it varies. See my husband goes out of town occasionally. So I don’t have to rush home. A relaxing coffee goes down real good.”

“Your right, after work a cup of java hits the spot. So what does your hubby do?” Peter asked.

“He’s a sales rep in pharmaceuticals and he is on a committee as well. So he is out of town three or four times a month on average.” She replied.

“That’s quite a lot of times. Pretty lonely for you I’d say.”

“For sure. So what do you and your wife do? Go dancing or the movies. Do you have any kids,’ Gwen asked.

“Me no I’m not married Gwen. I guess I never found the right someone. I go to the movies once in a while. But by yourself leaves something to be desired.”

“That is very true. Something missing. What kind of movies do you like Peter?”

“Spy stories or a good mystery. Mind you a really steamy story can be interesting. He replied smiling at Gwen. He asked her. “And what movies do you enjoy?”

“A good mystery or a good romance story are both good for me. Hm well now,

A really hot steamy movie, I guess it would be interesting. That’s a movie

If you are in a naughty mood.” Gwen said with a chuckle.

“Kind of.” Peter said, grinning. “So I guess you don’t have a family

Gwen?”

“No, no kids, Bill doesn’t want any kids. Not much he does want. We were

Married fifteen years ago. I’m not going to bore you with all that. So are you,

Interested in anything. Sports and hobbies.” Gwen replied.

“No not to much really. I tried baseball way back. I found it boring. I do play at playing golf though. As for hobbies I tinker at electronics or just reading. I’m sorry to hear your not to happy marriage wise. Must make for long evenings.”

“Indeed. I go out shopping some times, just to get out. Go out with a school friend occasionally. Not often though, she is married and has two kids.”

“May I ask when your husband is home from his trip Gwen?”

“He should be home two days from now, but that can change.” Gwen said as she looked at Peter across the table.

“Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?” Peter asked her.

She looked around the shop and said “Peter we shouldn’t. A poor marriage it is but I am still married and people talk. It’s a very nice idea I just don’t know.”

“If you feel you would like to we could drive to Grayson for dinner. If you don’t want I understand. We wouldn’t be going home to left-over’s or what ever.”

Gwen wanted to go out with Peter she had felt an attraction to him at the office and his offer made her more excited that she dare let on. Gwen said. “Peter this is very naughty you know.”

“I guess it is. Do you feel naughty?”

She was wriggling her feet around and touched Peters accidentally yet left her foot against his. She looked out of the window. Biting her lip. Her cheeks collared up a bit. Finally she said in a shaky voice. “Yes I guess I do feel naughty. All right so how going to get there my car or yours.”

“Oh lets drive to the mall and you park where you want and I’ll park close by and we’ll drive in my car. Later I’ll drop you at your car, ok.” Peter said smiling and rubbing her foot gently.

They drove to the mall and Gwen parked off to the side. Peter parked a few cars away but closer to the entrance. Gwen walked over to Peter’s car and got in. Sliding across the front seat. Peter drove away and out of town.

Gwen was wearing a white cotton blouse and a light brown pleated skirt. Her hands were in her lap. As she had sidled across the bench seat her skirt had ridden up her legs. Gwen had one hand scrunching Bayan Escort Gaziantep up the bottom of her skirt; the other was lying on her thighs. Her hand lightly brushed Peters thigh as it slid down.

“Which would you prefer Gwen, Italian or Chinese?” Peter asked as he put his hand over hers.

Startled to feel his hand on hers Gwen replied. “Oh Italian please.” She bit her lip a bit nervous at her excited feelings.

“Ok that sounds good to me, I hope that you like wine Gwen. Maybe red wine.”

“Yes I like a glass of wine, as long as it’s not too sharp.” Gwen said spreading her fingers on the seat.

“Sounds like we have some tastes in common.” Peter said quietly as he slipped his fingers between hers on the seat between them. Gwen was beginning to feel warm. There hands touching made her pulse race. She curled her toes up in her shoes and began rubbing her thighs together. Peter slowly entwined his fingers with Gwen’s. She bit her bottom lip nervously but nervously excited. She slowly moved their hands against her thigh, gently rubbing them back and forth slowly.

“Would you care to go to a movie with me some evening. Tell you what, you pick when and where. What do you say?” Peter suggested giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

“You know Peter you are making this very hard for me. Lets see how the evening goes first ok.”

“Ok.” Peter said adding. “I like your taste in cloths. That’s a nice blouse and the colour of your skirt highlights your hazel eyes. Its nice and soft to the touch as well.” As he was speaking he was feeling her skirt with his fingertips.

“You are very perceptive Peter, thanks you.” Gwen said in a soft nervous voice as she untwined her fingers from his and put hers over his. Slowly moving it sideways toward her.

“You are so warm Gwen, soft hands. What’s not to like. Your hubby is a foolish person. You are a very attractive appealing woman.” Peter whispered in a low tone. His hand softly rubbed a bit of Gwen’s thigh.

“So you think me appealing and attractive, you naughty man. It makes me feel good about myself though, Gwen said and adding. “You have a very soft touch as well. It feels good for me. You make me feel naughty, a sensation I shouldn’t be having. Well unless it’s with Bill my husband I mean.”

“These are feelings and sensations you should be having and enjoying, as you said. With Bill your husband. I may well be all wet but I don’t think you are and that’s bad.” Peter said quietly.

“No you’re not at all wet Peter. What you just said is so very true. Painfully so I’m afraid. Can I ask you a personal question? I know nothing about you. Peter how many women have you been with.” Gwen asked as she squeezed his hand.

“That’s ok. Me I have had two brief affairs. Two students when I was going to college. They were both very short affairs, the reason being. Both of the girls were into drugs and that’s not my thing. They were very nice girls otherwise though.” Peter replied adding. “Well here we are, dinner time.”

Gwen linked arms with Peter as he got to the kerb saying. “You surprise me Peter a good looking young man and only two notches on your walking cane. For me that makes you more appealing that you already were.”

Peter held the restaurant door open for Gwen. They were shown to a table to the side that was partially concealed by some large potted plants. The table was a circular table that had a bench seat and two chairs. Peter slid in beside Gwen on the bench seat.

He ordered a bottle of medium sweet red wine. While there waitress got their wine they decided on what to eat.

Gwen looked at Peter out the corner of her eye. He was a good-looking man. With thick dark brown hair and flashing brown eyes. She remarked. “You really surprised me when you admitted having the two relationships, and only the two. May I ask your age Peter?”

“I’m twenty eight.” Peter replied as there waitress appeared with their wine and two glasses. She poured a glass each. “Here’s to a nice evening.” Peter said raising his glass to Gwen.

“Well here is to maybe us.” Gwen said giving Peter a knowing look.

Peter winked at her and said. “Us.”

Gwen had a hand on her leg under the table and was slowly pulling up the hem of her skirt up inch by inch till her knees and the thigh nearest to Peter was partially exposed.

The waitress returned and took there meal order and left.

Gwen moved her leg over so her foot was against Peters.

“Have you done any camping at all?” Peter enquired.

“Yes I have a long time ago. Its fun and can be really relaxing. Have you Peter?”

“Yes and like you say it is usually fun and relaxing. Do you swim at all?” Peter replied.

“Í swim a bit. I’m not a strong swimmer though, do you?”

“Yes and like you I’m not a strong swimmer either. The reason that I asked was that I know a small lake about twenty minutes out of town.”

“A small lake near Pointon. I didn’t know there were any lakes around town.”

Their waitress returned with their meal. As they dined Peter continued, saying.

“I came across it on a hike last summer. It’s not on maps and it’s off the main road. Going west out of town, for about eight miles. Turn right onto a farm road. The farm is not in use any more. Go about sixty yards to a lay-by. Then walk in about thirty yards through a disused logging trail. You come out of the woods onto a grassy knoll. And the lake is in front of you. It’s a rocky shoreline and heavily wooded all around. I guess that’s why it’s not on maps.” Peter said.

“Wow it sounds pretty. Can you get to the edge to swim in it? “Gwen asked as Peter poured the last of the wine.

“Oh yes there is a small sandy beach that goes out about fifteen feet then the water gets deep quickly. The water is brownish but is really clear. I guess there is a lot of iron in the water.” Peter replied, he added. “In the evening the loons call each other over the water, in that haunting call, its very peaceful.”

“Hmm it sounds idyllic, kind of romantic in fact. You must have swum in it I presume.” Gwen said as she rubbed her foot against his.

“Yep, the water is cold but nice to swim in. I swam there and laid out in the sun and let it dry me.” Peter remarked.

“A nude swim you mean?”

“That’s right, it felt great believe me.”

“Wow, now that I would love to see.” Gwen playfully looked him up and down, she added. With a cheeky knowing smile. “Did you have your periscope up?” She rubbed her foot up and down Peter’s leg.

“Was my periscope up?” He said in a confused voice. There was a couple of seconds of silence. Gwen reached down and pulled up her napkin and wiped her lips. As she put it back into her lap she move her hand across and tapped a finger on his crotch.

“Oh, ha ha, my periscope. That’s so cute, I like that Gwen. In answer to your question I’m not sure. I don’t think so. That is so cute Ill have to remember that.” Peter turned and pecked Gwen on the cheek then added very softly. “You should try it one day, I know you would enjoy the freedom.

Gwen looked at him, her eyes kind of dreamy and she said. “With you at could be very enjoyable and romantic.” She put her hand on Peters on the table and squeezed it.

“Id be pleased if you would come out to the lake with me and see it. I camped there one weekend last year. That was so relaxing, unreal.” Peter said taking Gwen’s hand and kissing it.

“Sounds romantic even kind of naughty. Even camping there. Now that sounds really cheeky.” Gwen said in a sultry voice.

Their waitress came by asking if they wanted some coffee. Peter ordered two.

“I don’t want this evening to end. I’m enjoying it very much Peter. Gwen whispered as the waitress arrived with there coffees.

“I’m glad that you are enjoying it Gwen. We both have to have some fun sometimes. Life would awful boring otherwise.” Peter said adding in a soft voice. “You are a very lovely woman Gwen, a pleasure to know and to be with. Over time I hope to get to know you even better.

“I shouldn’t feel this way but I do. I want to learn all I can about you. You make me feel wanted, sexy and sensual.” Gwen said in a husky voice as she slipped her foot out of her shoe and caressed his leg. Her foot found the bottom of his pant leg and caressed his bare leg above his sock.

“Your foot speaks a language of its own. It is telling me that your enjoyment is emotional and physical as well. We have mutual needs as well as feel.” His hand on her skirt covered leg. As Peter touched her leg she moved it closer to him. His hand on the inner side of her thigh

“That feels good Peter. You have a very soft touch.” Gwen whispered huskily. The hand she had in her lap caressed his. Slowly Gwen through her caresses moved his hand onto her bare thigh above her knee. He gently caressed her thigh and she pushed against his. Gwen tilted her head close to Peter and whispered in a throaty voice. “Go higher.” As Gwen spoke Peter slid his hand up her thigh dragging her skirt. Gwen sighed. “Hmm you have such soft hands. You keep that up much longer Ill have a laundry problem. O-o-h-h god that feels positively immoral.”

They finished there coffees as there waitress returned with there e bill.

“I’ll go and pay for the meal and I’ll find you ok.” Peter said.

“Ok lover.” Gwen said quietly and chuckled.

As Peter went outside he saw Gwen and strolled up to her.

Peter you are so hot, and sexy.” She said with a cheeky grin. She was looking in a lingerie store window as Peter came up to her. He peered into the window at the articles on display.

“Mind if I go in the store for a minute?”

“No problem. What is your favourite night attire colour?” My guess is mysterious black or royal blue.” Peter said as he held the door for Gwen to go in.

“Really, not a bad guess. Actually I like either red or black. I like them both. But if it’s when and if I’m with you, which m-a-y be the red. Just m-a-y be.” Gwen said with a twinkle in her eye.

“Well that sounds very interesting and not an outright no.” Peter said as he walked with her, his hand on her shoulder. He added softly. “What ever you are happy with I’m ok with.”

Gwen stopped at the negligees. Peter slid off to her side and found the shorty chiffon nighties. He picked both a red and a black one. Holding them he went to the cashier and paid for them. He asked to put them in the bag with whatever Gwen bought. As he walked toward Gwen she saw him saying. “Oh there you are. You vanished, I’ll be just a minute ok.”

“No problem.” Peter said as Gwen went up to the cashier. Then as Gwen was looking in her handbag the cashier slipped the nighties in the bag with the Black negligee that Gwen had bought. The cashier handed the bag to Gwen and she caught up to Peter and they linked arms and asked. “And what were you looking at young man. There’s nothing for men in that store, em!” Gwen said tugging on his arm adding. “You cheeky guy you.”

“I was just looking around really, admiring all the soft things.” He said with a grin.

“Oh really. Imagining a lot of naughty things, hmm.” Gwen said chuckling and squeezing his arm playfully.

“Well seeing all those intimate garments how could you not think naughty thoughts. I mean to say, shish!” Peter replied as he put an arm around Gwen’s waist.

“Is Grayson a small town Peter?” I’ve never been here before.”

“No not really it a bit bigger than back home. Not by much though. What would you like to do sweet thing?” Peter asked her.

“Its nice just to be out and not sitting at home alone Peter. Can I put this in the car for now.” Gwen asked.

“Sure put it down behind the front seat, it can hardly be seen there.” Peter opened the car door and Gwen slid the bag in behind the seat.

“I fancy an ice cream cone.” Gwen said.

Peter asked a passer by if there was a place for ice cream in town.

“Apparently there is an ice cream parlour out by the park. That’s not far.” Peter said as he opened the car door for Gwen to get in.

“There’s a park in town. Well what do you know?” Gwen said as she sidled over to Peter side as he drove away.

Peter parked and said. You find somewhere to sit and I’ll find you ok. What flavour would you like?”

“Ok. Me I like chocolate ice cream. Just a small cone please.”

“See you in a minute ok.” Peter said as he went and got their cones.

He came out with the cones. Looking around saw Gwen sitting on the grass under a shady tree. He went over saying. “Here we are.” He handed her the chocolate cone and sat down by her side.

“Hmm thanks, this is nice. This is a big cone for a small.” She looked at him and chuckled. “Young man you don’t listen too well do you. I just don’t know. Thank you Peter.” Gwen said as she tapped his arm saying. “We could be that couple.” She moved her head indicating the direction for him to look. Peter took a discrete look. A young couple caught up in there own erotic world. Kissing very passionately and the lad had his hand up inside the girls blouse fondling her young ample breasts.

“I wish I were that lucky young bitch. I don’t mean that in a spiteful way but I’m very envious.” Gwen said quietly.

“Hm they are really enjoying them selves for sure.” Peter replied as he caressed her leg.

They finished their ice cream and strolled across the grassy ridge. Getting to the top, there was a large park area. It stretched away down a grassy slope and at the bottom there was an ornamental garden. And on the other side there was a rocky tree covered area. There was a path ahead of them. Hand in hand they started strolling along the path as it wound its way across the park.

“Seeing those two necking back there made me feel excited and sexually hungry. Remember the feel of your hand on me bare skin fuelled the hungry ache inside.” Gwen said. As she spoke Peter put his arm around her shoulders. Gwen put her hand up and held his as it draped over her blouse. She said. “I wonder where the path leads.”

“Looks like it goes into the rocks over there. Lets follow it and see shall we?” Peter said.

Gwen put her around his waist, as she did she said quietly. “I’d almost forgotten how a warm caress felt. How it makes the heart race and your skin becomes sensitive and hot. You have rekindled those sensations for me Peter.” As she was speaking she pressed his hand against her blouse. Cupping his hand over her breast. She said in a throaty voice. “You make me feel that I’m wanted even needed Peter. With you I feel that very raunchy raw sexuality. For you I feel like I want to be your prostitute. Yours alone.” The words came gutturally, sexually and there was a sense of her need. Urgency.

The path led them into a wooded part of the park. Rocks and pine trees. Tall aspen and spruce made the pathway shady.

“Peter.” Gwen said as she turned and faced him, adding.

“Kiss me use me. Make me your prostitute.’

Peter put his hand on Gwen’s shoulder and gently pulled her to him. They kissed slowly with passion then with urgency as there tongues chased each other’s. Probing each other’s mouths. As there lips parted Gwen gasped breathlessly. “I want to feel your penus in my cunt, filling me. Feel your hot hard prick down my throat. Oh, I want you to shoot your hot cream all over my face, my tits. My sex god.”

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As a child, I was rather sickly. My mother knew there was something wrong with me and after dozens of appointments with doctors and countless tests, it was determined that I had a pituitary issue. My mother took me to an Endocrinologist who prescribed several different pills to correct for my damaged pituitary gland. He also put me on growth hormone and taught my mother how to perform injections. I was far smaller than other children my age and the doctor warned my mother that I would probably never grow to a normal height. And with my low functioning adrenal glands, I’d never have the energy of a normal person.

Very early in my education, mother decided home-schooling would shield me from the other children and their teasing. She had always been overprotective. But once I began staying home with her every day, her idea of looking out for my safety went to new levels. She never let me do anything strenuous, the only time I was allowed outside was when she was with me and she banned me from playing with other children. My entire childhood was spent at my mother’s side.

Two things happened on my nineteenth birthday. My doctor took me off of growth hormone and announced I was as tall as I was going to get. At 5 feet even, I was still small, but thrilled I wasn’t 4 feet tall! The second important thing that occurred was my doctor determined I would not begin puberty without assistance. I should have begun going through puberty years before, but everyone hoped my body would do it on its own. It didn’t happen. So I began getting weekly hormone injections.

My body began to slowly change after 3 months. By the time I turned 20, we learned my body had begun producing its own low levels of testosterone. After being taken off the injections, my body completed its transition on its own. I’d always been fair skinned with wispy, light blonde hair. And even after going through “the change”, I had to search really hard for pubic hair!

At 20 years old, I was 100% a virgin and completely naïve about sex. For the first time in my life, I was experiencing erections and struggling to find private time so I could play with it. Mother seemed to always know when I tried to masturbate. She would knock on the door or barge into the room. She caught me with my skinny, little, three-inch erection between my fingers on dozens of occasions. She would tell me it was a natural thing and I shouldn’t be embarrassed. But every single time I tried to masturbate, she would interrupt. It was so frustrating!

For the next two years, I lived under her roof but knew I’d have to leave someday. I couldn’t live with my mother forever. But I had no clue what living on my own entailed. I still got ill very frequently, and when I was sick, I got really sick. So sick I could never hope to care for myself. My energy level was still far below a normal person. I’d never had a job, nor would I be able to work a normal 40-hour work week. I would be dependent on others my entire life.

So when I told mother I thought it was time I moved away from home, I was shocked when she agreed. She didn’t agree right away. She had to think about it for several days. But she did eventually agree I should try moving away from home. Of course, she insisted on helping me find a place to live. She wanted me to move in with one of her lady friends a few blocks away, but I wanted to move further away than that. I whined and pouted until she finally gave in.

She and I packed up two suitcases with my belongings and made the 2-hour drive to the next town. Before we left, she and I had searched the internet for rooms available for rent and made appointments with three people. The first two ladies were very nice, but for some reason, mother didn’t approve. The third lady we met with, Bessie Ackerman, was exactly the woman mother hoped to find.

Bessie was in her mid-fifties and was a substantial woman. She stood at least 5’10” and had to weigh more than my mother’s 250lbs. She had giant boobs, thick thighs and wide hips I briefly imaged her carrying me around on. Bessie was a widow, her husband had been a doctor while she was his nurse. She had retired a few years earlier. She had a daughter who ran away from home when she was 17 because Bessie was so controlling and overprotective.

Bessie hadn’t seen her daughter in more than 15 years. She told my mother and I she’d always hoped her daughter would return home. And only recently had she finally accepted that she would not. It had taken a long time, but she was ready to close that chapter in her life.

After Bessie had told us about her situation, I sat silently beside mother while she went into great detail about my life and special condition. Bessie interrupted mother shortly after she’d started to get a pen and tablet so she could take notes. After reviewing my medical history and going over each of my medications, mother told her about my lack of education and general upbringing. The last piece of information she shared was that I absolutely no experience with girls and she preferred it to remain that way. She told Bessie that Escort Bayan Gaziantep I wasn’t mature enough to deal with a typical boy-girl relationship.

Bessie finished scratching down notes and when finished, looked at mother and smiled warmly. She asked if I had any food allergies and wrote down each item as mother listed them off. Bessie then asked about activities I was not allowed to perform. Mother began with all outdoor activities and sports. She said I could assist with some household chores, but I would get tired easily and mother was willing to pay an increased amount of rent to make up for that. Bessie told her that wouldn’t be necessary.

She told Bessie I could watch movies and television shows as long as they weren’t violent, had sexual references, or foul language. She didn’t approve of the horrible things that could be found on the internet and had never allowed me access. Mother told Bessie I didn’t have a cell phone for that very reason.

Bessie smiled again while still writing down notes and told mother that she had a corded land-line that I could use to call home. Bessie went on to promise that she’d have me call home every single day. She also promised to call my mother directly if she had any questions or concerns about my health or behavior.

Bessie and mother exchanged phone numbers, email, and home addresses. The two of them discussed the rent amount and due date. They were talking like they’d known each other for years. All the while, I sat right beside mother, not saying a word. But I was terribly excited to finally move out on my own. Sort of. I was also afraid of not living with my mother. I’d spent my entire life with her. The entire experience was bitter-sweet.

After a pause in their conversation, mother said, “Bessie, I believe you are the perfect woman to look over my special boy. With your nursing background and maternal nature, I can’t think of anyone more qualified. I know it is a lot to ask, but are you interested in having Finley as your tenant?”

Bessie looked right at me and smiled warmly. She spoke to mother, not me when she answered, “Yes, I’d be happy to look after this precious angel.”

There was no lease to sign, it was a verbal agreement. Mother wrote out a check for the first month’s rent and all three of us then walked out the driveway to retrieve my suitcases. After closing the trunk, Bessie told mother she had a long drive home. She didn’t need to stay any longer.

Right there in the driveway, mother and I said goodbye to each other. We hadn’t been apart since I was a small child. When we embraced, tears welled up in my eyes and began running down my cheeks. I began sobbing uncontrollably. Mother bent down, kissed me on the lips and whispered goodbye. She turned quickly, got in her car and drove away.

Bessie wrapped her arm around my shoulders and held me close against her. When mother’s car turned the corner and disappeared from sight, I completely lost it and began bawling. Just when I was about to run after her car, Bessie picked up my two suitcases and guided me into my new home. She set my bags down just inside the door and led me to the couch I’d been sitting on moments before. Bessie sat down and pulled me onto her lap. She wrapped her arms around my body and gently rubbed my back.

She whispered softly while holding me on her broad lap. “It’s hard to say goodbye, isn’t it, Finley. In just a few hours we’ll call her up and you can talk to her on the phone. It’ll be okay. I’m going to take good care of you. Just like your mother, I’ll never let anything bad happen to you.”

I eventually calmed down and Bessie took me to the bathroom and washed my face with a warm cloth. Whenever I got overly emotional, mother used to wash my face too. Having Bessie perform that simple act made me feel warm inside. She informed me that the bathroom we were in was all mine. She used the master bath which was adjacent to her bedroom. In my bathroom, the towels, washcloths, rugs, shower curtain, toothbrush holder and cup were all a soft, pastel yellow. Everything else in the room was perfectly white, except for the glistening chrome faucets and handles. It was a very bright and cheery room and I loved it.

From there, Bessie guided me across the hall to what would be my bedroom. As I stepped into the room, I gasped and felt a chill shoot up my spine. It was by far the most feminine room I’d ever seen. It looked like it belonged to a princess. The walls were painted a soft, pastel pink. The bed, night tables, dresser, rocking chair, and vanity were all painted perfectly white. Until then, I’d always slept in a single bed. My new room had a giant, queen-sized canopy bed! It was way bigger than what I was used to. The comforter and pillows were frilly and lacey. There were some teddy bears stacked up in the corner and a shelf with a row of books trapped between ballerina bookends.

Bessie stood beside me, holding my hand letting me take it all in. When I looked up into her eyes, she spoke in a soft, caring tone. “Finley Sweetie, I know the room isn’t really decorated for a boy. I suppose we can change it however you’d like.”

I didn’t respond at all. I knew she had more to say and wanted to give her a chance to finish.

“After all these years, I’ve accepted the fact that I am responsible for my daughter running away. I was extremely controlling. I chose the clothes she wore. I never let her decorate her room so it matured while she did. I insisted on knowing where she was every minute of the day. I treated her like a prisoner. I’d give anything to have another chance at being her mother.”

Looking up into her eyes, I spoke in a soft voice, “My Mother treated me the exact same way and I think she was a very good Mother. She chose the clothes I wore, the TV shows I could watch, she knew where I was and what I was doing every minute of every day. You don’t need another chance at being a mother. I’m sure you did a perfect job the first time.”

After she’d just consoled me while I cried, I found it was my turn. I tried to wrap my arms around her, but they didn’t reach. She sobbed quietly and wrapped her arms around me. She pulled me against her warm, soft body and I felt loved. Loved just as much as I did when with my mother.

Bessie guided me to the rocking chair in the far corner of the room and sat down, pulling me onto her lap, we snuggled together and she told me about her daughter Chloe. She told me Chloe was basically a good girl. She only started getting into trouble as she grew older. She rebelled against the clothes Bessie insisted she wear. She began sneaking out at night. And her grades began to fall. Bessie tried grounding her, taking away her privileges and eventually resorted to spanking her. The first spankings were with her hand, but she learned that wasn’t enough and began to use a belt.

While stroking my back, Bessie asked if I’d ever been spanked. I squirmed on her lap and told her I hadn’t. She chuckled and told me she didn’t think I had. She knew I was very well-behaved from the moment she met me. But she warned me that if I ever behaved poorly, she’d not only give me a firm spanking, she’d call my mother and tell her all about it. A shiver ran through my body and my butt cheeks clenched together at the thought of receiving a spanking. I know Bessie could feel me squirm on her lap, but she completely ignored my reaction to her promise of a spanking.

Bessie rocked us back and forth while reminisced about Chloe for a little while longer. She stopped when I heard her voice crack and knew the emotions were rising up again. She hugged me and said she was very happy that I’d be living with her. She told me how much she missed having someone to take care of.

She held me in her arms and snuggled me against her large, soft body. Neither of us spoke for a time. We were lost in our thoughts. I had something I wanted to say, but I struggled to work up the courage to do it. When I was ready I whispered, “Bessie, do we have to change my room? Can we leave it just the way it is?”

She had me sit up on her lap and look into her eyes. “Sweetheart, the room is pink. Are you sure you want to leave it as it is?”

I snuggled back against her and said, “I have never been in a girl’s room and I like it the way it is. Plus, this was Chloe’s room. Can’t we just leave it the way it is for now?”

She pulled me back against her body, kissed my cheek and told me I was a precious gift she’d needed for a very long time. After rocking back and forth for several more minutes. Bessie decided we should get me unpacked. We brought my suitcases into my room and opened them on my bed. While I took my toothbrush, comb, and other personal items into my bathroom, Bessie began unpacking my clothes. When I returned, Bessie handed me the pile of my underpants. She told me to put them in the top drawer of the dresser. When I opened that drawer, I found it was filled with neat stacks of panties, bras and other lacey things.

I whimpered softly, “Um, Bessie? Chloe’s things are still in this drawer.”

Bessie stopped what she was doing and walked beside me. “I never thought to pack up her clothes. They’ve been here this whole time.” She closed the drawer and opened the next one. It was filled with neatly folded camisoles, tops, and a few sweaters. The next drawer contained shorts, tights, and two swimsuits. And the bottom drawer had nightgowns and pajamas.

I stood there watching one drawer open after another. All those pretty, feminine clothes had a strange effect on my penis, it became very stiff in my underpants. And I felt my face get warm while I blushed. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop my hips from wiggling around.

Bessie took my hand in hers and led me to the closet. She opened the door slowly and what I saw took my breath away. It was a walk-in closet. There were dresses, blouses, skirts, and jumpers in every possible shade of pink, yellow and lavender. There were dozens of pairs of shoes neatly arranged on the floor along the walls.

I’d never really thought too much about girl’s clothes before that moment. But as I stood there looking at all the feminine outfits in the variety of fabrics, I wondered what it would feel like to wear them. I’m not sure if I took that first step into the closet on my own, or if Bessie gave me a gentle push. But I found myself standing in the middle of a closet filled with the girliest clothes I could imagine.

In a soft voice, Bessie whispered, “Chloe was a very petite girl. She was about your size when she ran away. I’m positive most of these pretty clothes would fit you perfectly.”

I turned to face her while at the same time moving both my hands to cover my erection. It was small enough that it didn’t make a noticeable bump, but I still worried about it. Looking up in her eyes, there was no malice, she wasn’t trying to embarrass me at all. She was simply stating a fact.

Bessie continued, “Well, I suppose we need to pack all these things away to make room for your…”

I interrupted her a little too eagerly. I cut her off before she could finish her thought. “Maybe we don’t have too. I mean, not right away. We don’t need to rush. Maybe we could, maybe just pack my clothes again?”

I know I was blushing and felt like I may faint.

Bessie smiled as she stepped into the closet and took me back in her arms. She held my face against her giant chest and whispered, “Finley honey, what are you saying? Do you want to try living in a girl’s room and wearing girl’s clothes? You can be honest with me. I want you to be happy. Do you want to pretend to be a girl?”

I smashed my face between her breasts and whimpered softly. I couldn’t look at her. I was so embarrassed. But I’d never wanted anything so badly. With my face still hidden, I told her I did. I wanted to live in a girl’s room and wear girl’s clothes and even be treated as if I were a real girl.

Bessie hugged me as the emotions of my confession began to surface. I bit my lip and struggled to keep from crying. With Bessie holding me and rubbing my back, I managed to control myself. But a few tears did dampen her blouse.

She took hold of my arms and stepped away so we could look at one another. Bessie suggested we get started. We walked back to the bed and quickly packed away the clothes I’d brought. Bessie also sent me back to the bathroom to get anything I’d brought that was remotely masculine. When I left the bathroom, the only thing I’d left behind was my yellow toothbrush which matched the room perfectly.

After Bessie had closed one suitcase and packed everything into the other, she paused and looked back at me. Her eyes drifted from my feet to my face. She smiled and said there were only a few more things that needed packed. I realized she was referring to the clothes I was wearing.

Bessie walked to the dresser and chose a pair of white cotton panties with lace trim. She then bent down and picked out a little white and pink, cotton nightie. She crossed the room and sat in the rocking chair. While beckoning me to her, she explained that it was early, but she knew I’d had a long day. She knew I’d be tired and need to go to bed early. And that was why she was putting me in a nightgown.

When I stood before her, she reached out and began undoing the buttons on my shirt. She slid the shirt off my body, folded it neatly and set it on her knee. She asked if I needed help removing my shoes and socks. I told her I could do it and sat on the floor to accomplish the task. Rising up on my bare feet, I knew what was next and just when I moved to undo my pants, Bessie reached out and took over.

I didn’t have time to get embarrassed. Bessie undid my pants quickly and then slid them and my underwear down at the same time. I stood there naked in front of Bessie and she joined the very exclusive group of people to ever see me without clothes. My skinny, little penis was very stiff and I kept it behind my hands.

It was embarrassing to stand before this mature woman completely naked. I’d only met her earlier that afternoon. But Bessie made me feel unusually comfortable. Maybe even more comfortable than I did around my mother. So I was blushing like never before, but I didn’t feel like she would laugh at me or make fun of my small size.

While she folded my pants and collected my shoes and socks from the floor, she told me I had a very cute body and she was going to keep me in the most adorable outfits. I stood in the room naked while she packed the last of my clothes in my suitcase. Only when it was closed and sitting by the door with my other suitcase did she return. She picked up the panties and nightie she’d chose and sat back in the rocking chair.

Laying the nightie over her knee, she bent forward providing me with a perfect view down her blouse to her cavernous cleavage. She held open the panties for me to step into. I braced myself against Bessie’s shoulders while I stepped into my first pair of panties. She slowly slid them up my legs and over my stiff penis. As those panties slid up my legs, I was glad I worked up the courage to ask for what I wanted. When the panties were in place, Bessie gently patted my little erection and whispered that it was right where it belonged. I whimpered softly and nearly squirted.

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I hadn’t planned on adding to this story, but people asked for an ending, I was surprised but happy to attempt one. I hope you like it. Any feedback is welcome, I want to become a better writer!

Carol was not in the barn. Neither was she in the garden, or the main sitting room. As I wandered through the house searching, I found myself noticing how beautiful it was. I had been there long enough to explore, but I had spent my time sulking. That and avoiding Grey with all my energy. As broken as I felt, I also felt free. There was nothing else for me to lose. There were no dates I could be late for, no elders breathing down my neck. The more time passed the calmer I felt, even with the itch growing with every passing moment. I found I wasn’t even upset with Grey. Or even really with myself. I had made a mistake. It was my fault so why should I be upset with him; he had only done what I had asked. As for myself, there was nothing I could do about it now, so why worry.

I finally found Carol in one of the sun filled reading nooks. She looked so engrossed in her book I hated to disturb her, but all too soon the itch forced me to speak.

“Hi, I hate to bother you.” Carol looked up at me slowly; she didn’t look at all surprised to see me.

“I wondered when you would come find me.” I was the one who was surprised.

“Why- how did you-“

“How did I know you touched one of my iguanas? Because, Alex, moments after you stopped behaving like yourself. I was unsure until breakfast, but there it was obvious. I would be surprised if anyone didn’t notice the looks you were giving Grey.” I blushed. This is what I didn’t want. People to know. I knew Carol wouldn’t tell, but if she had noticed, more people were bound to.

“I couldn’t- I mean I didn’t mean to touch it, I just did, just a bit!” I couldn’t organize my thoughts but I knew I didn’t want her to disapprove of me, but the look in her eyes suggested it was a bit too late.

“I questioned the intelligence of taking you with me from the very beginning. I thought I hadn’t done well, then you proved me right. I’m just lucky it was just a little touch. Though with the control you didn’t show, I’m surprised you are standing here now- with all your clothes on.” I blushed harder. I felt a bit dizzy. The combination of embarrassment and uneven blood flow making me sway on my feet.

“It wasn’t too bad. I mean I can control myself.” Well now I could; who knew how long it would last.

Carol looked pointedly at my hand, the nails still a bit bloody. Then her eyes lifted to my neck and the marks that were sure to stand out on my pale skin.

“Oh really?” Carol had always been blunt, but she was usually nice to me. I had really disappointed her. My one supporter had disappeared.

“Will you just tell me how to make it go away?” I knew if it took much longer I might cry, or worse, run back to Grey. For a long moment Carol didn’t answer. I was about to give up and find some corner to cry in until the itch got too bad to bear when she again looked up from her book.

“If I tell you, you have to promise to listen better in the future. There are things here that are much more dangerous than fire iguanas.” I nodded eagerly.

“You will probably need Grey’s help.” I frowned and began to ask for another way, but never got that far. “You need someone familiar with the land and plants, you could ask someone else, but do you really want to explain your situation?” That was a good point, but why couldn’t she help me? The frown remained.

“Alex, all I have done is do you favors. I have given you excuse after excuse and all you have done is take, and ignore what I tell you. This is the last thing I am going to do until you earn some more trust. You do have to return favors to get more here. Maybe where you come from you get things for nothing. But that is going to change.” I nodded. She had a point. Even if I didn’t like it.

“Come back with Grey, I don’t trust you to remember my instructions.” My blush returned with a vengeance. How was I supposed to talk to him after all I had said- done? How could I ask for help after running away? “I won’t wait for you all day, so you might want to get going.” Well I had to get this fixed. No one had died of humiliation as far as I knew.

**

Grey was still sitting on the bed, looking at his hands. Less time had passed than I though. I closed the door as quietly as I could, but it didn’t seem to matter, Grey didn’t respond, even when I called his name.

“Grey!” I asked again and again. There was never any response. Finally I gathered enough courage to tap him on the shoulder. He jumped and stared at me like I was a ghost.

“I- umm, need your help.” I couldn’t hold his gaze for long, especially because the itch was becoming a tickle, and he smelled so good. I couldn’t resist leaning closer. Each breath made the tingle worse. Making it back to Carol and following her instructions with the steady increase of feeling was not going to be fun.

“You don’t hate me?” I shook my head at Grey’s question.

“Nope, I don’t even hate myself, not anymore. I think, well- I think that it was just what I needed.” I blushed harder. My blood must be getting Antep Escort Bayan a workout, traveling from below the belt to my face so many times. It was surprising I hadn’t passed out yet.

“Really?” Grey sounded so unsure. I felt bad. I really had been a dick.

“Yah, and I actually wouldn’t mind doing it again.” I sank to my knees before him and looked up through my eyelashes. I watched as if from far away as I leaned in for a kiss. I would never do something so bold, and yet that was what I was doing.

As out of character as it was I kind of liked it. I felt free, who knew inhibitions were so restricting.

Grey kissed back, but gently- like I would run away. I couldn’t blame him but I wanted more. Carol could just wait a little longer.

Finally Grey pulled my shirt over my head, I hissed as my shoulder muscles stretched. I was sore everywhere. He paused but I slid my fingers under his shirt, careful to touch only with the pads of my fingers. Grey finally got the message. He slid from the bed to kneel with me.

This time there was no frantic grabbing. The itch was still there, but it seemed content for us to take our time. I wondered for a moment if maybe this was Carol’s plan, but that thought didn’t last long.

Grey began kissing down my neck; he was taller than me so soon he was pushing me back, my back arched, testing the flexibility between my vertebrae. It felt amazing, the stretch and Grey slowly tasting every inch of my skin. His lips on my nipples left me gasping, but it was only a brief touch, soon he was moving on: to dip his tongue in my bellybutton, to nibble my hipbones. I found myself holding my breath, silently begging him to go farther.

After an eternity Grey began to pull the soft fabric of my pants down, slowly, so slowly, so I could feel each thread brushing my skin. When I thought I would go insane with impatient want he flipped out positions and placed me on the bed. I looked down at his flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips. He looked more perfect than anything I had ever seen. There was nothing I would change if I had that power. We stared at each other, admiring our effect on the other. The very idea that I could cause such a reaction in another person was amazing to me, that someone as perfect as Grey would want me, lust after me, and like me- because there was more than lust in his gaze- completely floored me.

I was lost in his eyes, the beauty and the curiosity. Suddenly I wanted to know everything about him. Not just his history, but also his every thought feeling. I wanted to look into his mind, find what drew him to me, what made him put up with me, what put that look in his eyes.

“You are so beautiful.” He whispered, startling me from my adoration. “Always, but especially now. I could never claim you as mine, you are so much more.” How was he making sentences? I tried to come up with a response, but couldn’t, I decided a kiss would have to do.

It went on forever, and I wished it could continue forever, but the itch was getting continually worse, and it wouldn’t be satisfied with kisses. I wouldn’t be satisfied with kisses. I pulled my lips away from Grey’s and looked into eyes hazy with lust.

“I need more.” I whispered.

“Anything” He answered and pushed me back. He pulled away, and I was inhaling to protest when he stood to remove his pants, anything I was going to say was lost in the glory of his body. I had never been too impressed with any renaissance statue, he reminded me of one-but he was so much better, so flushed, so alive. I opened my legs and arms sighing when he settled into me, I relished every inch of his skin against mine. Yet still it wasn’t enough.

“In me.” I whispered clinging to his beautiful shoulders and arching to feel the full length of him more fully against me.

“Aren’t you sore?” I nodded

“I don’t care, I need you- please!” I still didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t need to. One of Grey’s hands drifted from my hip to slip between my legs, I arched further to give him room. The first touch had me gasping, in pain, yes, but so much pleasure. It was made even sweeter by the pain. Grey smiled down as he slipped a finger inside. I smiled back. As much as I needed him my mind was still clear. This was how I wished the first time had been.

Grey pulled away again, I watched with wide eyes as he pulled open a drawer and came back with a small bottle of oil.

“This time there doesn’t need to be pain.” I nodded and pulled him back to me. He took one of my hands in his free one and kissed the tips of my fingers. “Be gentile with yourself.” Any other time I would have blushed, but my blood was otherwise occupied. I only nodded.

Grey took his time spreading the oil, on himself and inside and outside of me. It was the most delicious feeling. It was smoother than any oil I had ever felt, and smelled almost as amazing as Grey. I tried to make a mental note to ask what it was, but that was the moment Grey began to push inside.

It hurt more than I expected, but also felt better than anything. Grey looked down at me and we locked eyes. It was the closest I had ever felt with anyone, I felt like nothing this perfect could be real. I wrapped my legs around him and tucked my face into his neck. The connection was too much. I didn’t want to move, ever. I just wanted to feel Grey around me, inside me, forever. He murmured in my ear, not words but reassurance all the same. I could feel him trembling, his hips fighting not to flex, to push inside me. I kissed his neck and forced myself to relax.

The first full thrust took my breath, the next made me scream. I tried to be quieter with the next, but I couldn’t keep the sensation in my mind, each time the perfection of it surprised me. Grey’s hands moved to support me, one behind my head and one behind my hips, lifting them to the perfect angle. He pressed kisses to my face, never in the same place. I never wanted it to end.

All too soon the blinding pleasure began to change, to grow. I opened eyes I didn’t remember closing to see Grey looking down at me. I guessed I he had never stopped watching.

“It’s okay to let go.” He said in my ear, then took my lips in a kiss quieting the whimper I let out as my orgasm began. It was too much to suffer alone. Luckily I took Grey with me. I was only dimly aware of his rhythm faltering as the world disappeared.

I was aware of nothing but sensation for a long time. The first thing that made is into my mind was the feeling of Grey still inside me, rocking gently. Then I became aware of the violent spasms that still rocked my body. I opened my eyes slowly, and found Grey’s had finally closed. His lashed brushed his cheeks so gently; I didn’t want them to move. I wanted to feel them against my face. But all too soon he opened his eyes.

“You okay?” He asked still whispering. His voice was slightly horse, I wondered if he had been as loud as I was. I nodded. Finally as the shakes faded, he stopped moving. He wrapped his arms tightly around me and flipped onto his back. The movement sent one last shiver of pleasure through my body. If there was any more I was sure I wouldn’t survive it.

There was no need for words. We rested, feeling each other’s heartbeats begin to slow until we slipped into sleep.

**

I woke surrounded by the smell of Grey. My eyes opened slowly and I catalogued the aches settling into my muscles. I listened to the sound of Grey’s breath in my ear when finally I remembered.

“Oh god!” Grey was awake in a moment. I strained my neck to look at him. “How long did we sleep? We have to find Carol.” Grey didn’t know how long it had been, so we forced ourselves to get up. We didn’t bother cleaning up, just pulled our clothes over our sweaty skin. I tried not to think of what else was drying under the soft cotton. I might have been more relaxed than before. But I still didn’t want to think too closely about the ache and wetness between my legs.

We hurried as quickly as we could to the alcove I had found Carol in, luckily she was still there.

“Well, it took you long enough.” She spoke without looking up from her book.

“Sorry”

“Well I guess you were busy. I retain that your self control is not the best.” I blushed. Grey took my hand.

“I don’t mind.” He murmured in my ear. My blush darkened.

“I suppose you want to know what you need to do to get rid of the poison.” I nodded. Wasn’t that obvious?

“First you need to find the blossom from a natural magnolia….” The list went on. The ingredients seemingly normal, but the combination strange. When we had heard all the instructions I looked up at Grey, he looked uneasy.

“What?” I was getting impatient. Apparently sex didn’t fix all my faults.

“How long do we have to finish this?” He asked Carol. I was slightly upset he had ignored me, but it seemed to be the right question.

“It is best if the cure is given within 24 hours.” I blinked. How long had it been?

“And if it is not?” Grey continued.

“Well, it just works less, there might be some lingering effects.” I couldn’t live with this forever, we would have to hurry.

“Well, we better go then.” Grey tugged my hand. I fully agreed, but I did call out a thank you to Carol. I had a feeling I needed to remain on her good side.

I started mixing the dried ingredients in a huge mortar and pestle and Grey went to get the fresh ones. I felt much more comfortable mixing things that were labeled, and I had no idea where things were in the massive garden behind the house.

It took almost two hours to assemble the ingredients. Hopefully it wouldn’t take too long to assemble them, the mixture was supposed to sit for 6 hours after finishing and it was already dark outside. It had been very early morning when I had first touched the iguana, and time seemed to pass differently here. It seemed like days ago that I had been in the barn watching Trixie fight with the bulls. It had been a long day, but all in all a good one. I smiled at Grey who was just coming inside with an armful of vines, leaves, and blossoms.

“I really hope this cure doesn’t make you hate me again.” He said seeing my expression, my smile didn’t falter.

“I never hated you. I was just really scared, and well I’ve done what I was scared of. So what’s there to loose?” Grey didn’t return my smile, his expression told me he thought there was plenty to lose.

Working with Grey to assemble the mixture was almost fun. We worked mostly in silence. There was so much I wanted to learn about him, but we had a lifetime to figure that out. I had time to get my words straight in my mind. So much had changed, and I hadn’t begun to think through it all.

When they were almost done Grey began to hum. It sounded like a lullaby, it was unbelievably sweet. And time seemed to slow.

“There are so many things I want to share with you.” Grey stopped his tune suddenly. He stopped mixing to look right at me. “So many places I want to show you, songs I want to sing to you. I hadn’t let myself hope. After that first night I gave up on ever having the little things with you. I knew you would have to come around a bit. But just now I realize, all those things are possible.” He let out a laugh. It was the happiest sound I could imagine. “Now, suddenly, I can plan the next week, next year- it feels amazing.” And here, mixing up the seemingly random items next to Grey, I too could imagine it.

**

The calm could only last for so long. Just as I began sifting some sort of flour over a mix of honeysuckle nectar the door opened. In swept Grey’s mother. I could feel the calm sliding away the moment I saw her face. Immediately all the things I had hoped no one would ever hear about me came sliding into my mind. I wished we had showered. Maybe she could smell- maybe she could see- my nails were in plain sight. I felt nauseous, my skin crawled. I was suddenly aware of a faint itch inside. Blood rushed to my cheeks. My hands began to shake.

“You look so guilty, what have you done now?” Her voice wasn’t angry, but it was patronizing. For someone who had picked me and pulled me from my past life she didn’t seem to like me too much.

“I- I haven’t, I just. I didn’t think.” I couldn’t think. “I just, we were making, I didn’t think it would make such-” It was becoming hard to breathe. Grey put a steadying hand behind my back. It didn’t help much. I put down the shifter and held onto the counter to stop the shaking.

“Nothing mom, he didn’t do anything wrong.” I shook harder, I knew it was a lie, Carol was right. I had trouble following rules and I had broken one, an important one. I was using her kitchen without asking. I was a guest and I was messing everything up. I had ignored all the protocols and rituals I was supposed to do since I had arrived. I had disrespected the elders.

“I’m so sorry!” The words came out without my permission. “I am so, so sorry, I will make it up! I’ll replace everything- I’ll wash the sheets-” The though of laundry brought me back to what lay under my clothes. I swayed.

“Shh.” Both Grey and his mother hushed me. I stopped talking and waited to hear my punishment.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” His mother spoke softly, as if to a spooked animal. “I should have known to be more gently, it has been quite a day for you hasn’t it.” She knew. She knew it all. Visions of everything I had done floated through my mind. She knew it all. Grey nudged me with his hip.

“Don’t make what we did dirty. Nothing we did was unnatural, or even that wild.” He whispered in my ear. But it was so dirty, even the things I had said made me cringe.

“Oh little one, remember I have children, you do know where they come from right?” Patronizing again, still I nodded. Still, I didn’t have kids. And I still didn’t want everyone to know that I was no longer a virgin. Especially not anyone’s mother.

“I just came to see if you needed any help. Carol said it could be a difficult recipe.” Grey answered and as they talked I began to calm down. I had survived the second person, but the idea of facing anyone else still made my heart drop. Breakfast was bound to be torture. Wait…

“Why am I not hungry?” I interrupted whatever Grey had been saying. “I haven’t really eaten since breakfast, and I didn’t eat much then.” Both Grey and his mother looked at me warily. I didn’t think I would like the answer. My cheeks began to warm in preparation. “What is it?” Maybe if I was prepared for the worst-

“Well, if you feed other hungers-” Grey began, but didn’t exercise burn calories, wasn’t sex supposed to make you hungry. Even my thoughts were embarrassing.

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“Some types of bindings create energy-” Grey’s mother began, “The sharing of- certain fluids-” Dear god let her stop. I didn’t want to learn the answer. I began smashing the plants in the bowl very vigorously. Maybe if I didn’t look at her she wouldn’t continue. No such luck. “The bond itself created energy, the emotional connection, which is also magnified by the iguana’s poison with the sexual energy. But also the basic exchange of semen, blood, and saliva can create energy- almost as strong as a spell, but as the energy is undirected, it usually filters back into the- participants.” I wanted to stop listening, but I couldn’t. Grey’s hand on my back wasn’t helping; it burned into my skin, reminding me how he had supported my back, my hips. My face must be the color of beetroots. Maybe she was close to finishing her explanations- “Also significant events, especially emotional ones, create energy, like conceiving a child or losing virginity.” I looked up sharply. Dear god she knew everything.

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I’ve been asked, numerous times, to write this story. Unlike my preceding stories, this story is 100% true. So, this is a little new for me, laying this out for the world to see….

I was going to college in Alaska, and a coworker was helping me with my homework, as a tutor. Yea, I know, totally cliché, right? Anyways, he’d help with my homework, and then we’d sit around and talk about work and other stuff. He’d kissed me once before this night, and I just blew it off as nothing really. We talked for a while, and then fell silent.

He leaned in to kiss me, and I kissed him back, just as thoroughly. Kissing him set my body on fire. Every cell in my body was screaming to take this man to bed with me. I pulled away from him, a bit dazed from his kiss. I took a deep breath, nervous as a schoolgirl, though I was 25. He saw my nervousness, took my hand and led me upstairs.

By the time the door shut in the bedroom, I had my confidence back. The room was dark, but I could see well enough. I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind, and breathed him in. He was tall, over 6 feet, and broad across the back. I ran my hands across his chest and stomach, and pulled his shirt up over his head.

He turned to face me, lifted me up to meet his kiss, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. We fell onto the bed, tongues doing battle. He was Bayan Escort Gaziantep pulling at my clothes, and my hands were busy getting him naked as fast as I could. Our skins met, not joined yet, and I could feel my soul reaching out for this man, feeling whole and complete. My head rolled back, eyes closed as he took me.

He kissed me deeply, tasted my neck and breasts as he thrust in and out of me. My mind went blank, I couldn’t draw a coherent thought. I hadn’t known him long, but he made love to me like he’d been doing it for years. We fit together so well, every touch came easily and without hesitation.

I rolled him onto his back, and pulled him further onto the bed with me. Straddling his body, I leaned down to his ear and asked if I could ride him. In answer, he grabbed my hips and pushed them down onto his cock, taking me again. I sat up straight, and rode him, letting him feel every bit of my pussy around his cock. I enjoyed that ride, swiveling my hips like with a hula hoop. I watched him lay back, eyes closed in pleasure, his hands still on my hips, rocking with my movements.

Suddenly he started thrusting harder and faster, moaning in pleasure. ‘Oh God baby!’ he was moaning. ‘Fuck me baby, I’m about to cum!’ I dug my hands into his chest and held on for the ride. He reached up to the back of my head, and drew me down for a deep kiss as his cum shot into me.

I slid off of him, and he asked me if I’d cum or not. I explained that I don’t get off easily, though I enjoy sex very much. He rolled me onto my back, separating my legs. ‘Can I eat you, baby?’ he asked.

I answered, ‘of course!’ In the moonlight, I could see his head at my pussy, powerful shoulders draped over my hips. God, he’s beautiful, I can still see it as though it was yesterday. He ate me, hungrily, using his tongue and fingers to bring me to orgasm twice. I lay there when he was done, my body feeling like it was barely being held together by my skin. Everything he did made me feel like that.

‘How about a blow job, baby?’ he asked. I hestitated, knowing that I wasn’t very experienced with blowjobs.

‘I’m a bit self-conscious about doing them.’ I explained. He kissed me again, as I slid myself down the length of his body, to his half-hard cock. ‘Are you sure you want one from me?’ I asked.

‘God yes, baby!’ he exclaimed. So I took his whole length in my mouth, swirling my tongue around his cock. I licked the underside of his cock, to the base, getting shivers from him. I sucked his balls, one at a time, until he was gasping for breath, then took his cock, to the base, into my throat. Long licks up his cock, and swirls with my tongue had him bucking against me. He buried his hands in my hair, and urged me faster. My eyes started to water as I licked his balls while I had his cock crammed as far down my throat as I could go.

‘Oh fuck baby, oh fuck baby’ was all I heard him say as his cock shot hot cum into my mouth. I swallowed it all, loving the taste of him. I even licked him clean after he’d stopped cumming.

He pulled me up to him, and kissed me deeply, despite the cum still in my mouth. ‘You have no reason to be self-conscious! That was awesome, baby!’ he said.

We’d been going at sex rough, not the romantic kind that accompanies most first times. He asked me if I wanted him to make love to me, and I said no. He rolled me back to my back, and wrapped my legs around his waist, taking me. He fucked me hard, thrusting into me so hard my bones were sore. He used my body for his own pleasure, turning me own even more. He slapped my ass, causing me to cry out in pleasure. Reaching between us, he thumbed my clit until I was screaming his name and begging for more. I came on his cock, and felt him shoot into me, a third time.

Body totally spent, emotions going crazy for what I felt for this man, I lay back down on the mattress exhausted, and appetite sated. ‘I’d better go.’ He whispered, kissing me. He got up, dressed and left me there in the bed. I couldn’t have gotten up if the world depended on it. ‘Get some sleep baby, I’ll see you in a few hours.’ He said. He leaned down to kiss me again, and then was gone.

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That morning I was still in my nightgown, picking up my son’s clothes and making his bed. As I was tucking the sheet under the mattress I noticed a bulge, I reached my hand farther under the mattress and felt a magazine. My first instinct was to leave it there, all boys have their dirty magazines and my son Alex was no different.

He was 18 years old and in his last year of high school and he seemed to finally be blossoming into a young man. He had made the varsity basketball team, after missing the cut in his junior year. He lost that adolescent glean and was beginning to act like a man, and look like a man, finally putting on a few pounds and settling in to his tall frame. He had a girlfriend, he didn’t tell me much, but he would ask me for money for his dates, and I could tell that he was feeling confident, an athlete, a girlfriend, good grades. I was proud of him.

I knew I should respect his privacy, but the temptation was too much. I just had a devilish desire to see what he liked to look at, holding my breath as I pulled it out from under the mattress. I expected it to be a magazine with pictures, but is was a collection of stories, opened to one. I thought, this must be the one he reads when he masturbates. All boys do it, I’m sure he must. But now the morbidity was worse, one thing is to see pictures of naked girls, but now I was going to be given a glimpse of his fantasy world.

I couldn’t resist, I propped up a pillow and lay back on his bead and began to read. The story seemed strange, all about a house and a mother that not only fit my description, but had my name, Carmen. When I realized what was happening in the story my mouth opened and my eyes bulged, this couldn’t be. I kept reading, graphic sex between the mother and son. My son was having fantasies about me. I had never noticed him looking at me in that way, and I had always been so careful to be dressed around him, not to fall into the trap of him becoming my ‘girlfriend’. I always wanted to make sure he felt like a man.

I know his father leaving us would somehow affect him, and since we now lived in a two bedroom condo, I was sure that the close quarters was what did it. I was now 43, his father left and remarried 5 years ago. I was able to live on the alimony, child support and some income I had from family properties. Not that we were living exuberantly, but we were getting by in a nice neighborhood, but I couldn’t afford a bigger condo than the one we had. He saw his father once a month, but I am afraid he was more interested in his new family than his son. Now I thought, should I talk to him about this. No. Out of the question, it would be far to embarrassing for him. And I could never mention it to his father. The answer was clear, put the magazine back where I found it and never mention it. Forget it.

I placed it back under the bed where I had found it, and finished making the bed. But I couldn’t stop thinking about the story. I looked at myself in the mirror on the closet across from his bed. I still had a very good figure. My strong points were my legs, shapely, a little shakier around the thighs than when I was 25, but still very good, my butt, which was still firm, and large breasts. I had worked hard to avoid getting a tummy. My dark hair was cut short, and I fought off the wrinkles spending a fortune on creams. I knew I was still very attractive, young men eyed me and turned to looked at me when I passed. The women in the story was dark, also with large breasts.

I had been silly really. I could have found a wealthy man, someone who would really appreciate me. But no, I had just finished a two year affair with a married university professor I met at some classes I was taking at the university. At my age what lay ahead. I was still attractive, but for how much longer. A chill ran through me, the idea of loneliness Antep Bayan Escort scared me. So he was looking at me, my son was lusting after me. My god. I had never heard of such a thing. I took a long shower and there was no way to get the idea out of my head. I would go shopping. That always helped.

I bought an above the knee skirt and dark blue silk blouse. And, on a whim, I went in the lingerie store and bought a set of very sexy black lace panties and bra, and a silk nightgown, thigh length with a lot of cleavage. Sitting in the restaurant, having a salad with glass of wine, I wondered why I had done it. For a moment I thought maybe I wanted to tease him a little, just for fun. No, that couldn’t be it.

Nevertheless, at the grocery store I bought a really good bottle of wine, and the ingredients for a delicious meal, a special meal. What was I doing? I was almost afraid to think about it. Once I got home I opened a bottle of wine and began cooking, enjoying the buzz from the wine with the creativity of cooking. I set the table with our good china and decided to get ready. But I thought, get ready for what? The wine had given me the courage to realize what I was doing. I accepted the fact that I was intrigued by his interest in me, and I wanted to see if it was for real, or if it was just a story he liked that had nothing to do with reality.

I was excited, gitty. The first time since the beginning of my relationship with the professor. I shouldn’t do this, I thought. I looked into the mirror as I made myself up, and for a moment I said. NO. I can’t do this. But it was fun. And I needed some fun. I took another sip of wine and kept going. I put on the new panties and bra, the new skirt and blouse, my Calvin Klein perfume, and, for the final touch, heels. I looked in the mirror. I looked very good. I opened another button on the blouse, revealing the slightest bit of cleavage and a sliver of the black lace from the bra, something I rarely did. Something he would notice. I grinned into the mirror. He would be home any minute.

It was 7.05PM, he was usually home at 7.00PM. I was nervous, as if I were going on a first date. I couldn’t believe this, I was anxiously waiting for him to open the door. Finally the key in the door. ‘Hi Mom.’

‘Hi honey.’ His eyes darted across the blouse, than down to the skirt. It was true, what was I doing, if he only knew. ‘I made a really nice dinner for us, I just have to heat it up. And look at this bottle of wine.’ He nodded his head, as if impressed, looking at my cleavage again. I couldn’t believe it. Had he been doing this for a long time and I just didn’t notice?

We ate accompanied by music, in a calm silence. Finishing the bottle of wine. “God mom, that was really good.”

‘Thanks honey. Will you do me a favor, will you make me a drink while I clear the table.’ With the table cleared, I sat on the couch, smoking a cigarette while Alex placed the drink on a coaster in front of me.

‘I’m really tired, we had a tough practice today, I think I am going to hit the sack. Great dinner. Good night.’

I wondered if he would read the magazine again. Would he masturbate tonight thinking about me, he certainly looked at me. I made another a drink and smoked a few more cigarettes wondering how far would he go, would he touch me. I wanted to see how infatuated he was. Without thinking too much I walked by his bedroom, the light was still on. I changed into the new nightgown, looking at myself in the mirror. He had never seen me with so much cleavage, not even in a bikini. My nipples were slightly visible behind the soft silk. I hadn’t given him a good night kiss in ages. As a boy he always wanted me to sit with him on his bed for a while. That was a long time ago. Without thinking I went, waiting outside the door for a moment. I would knock, give him a chance to put the magazine away if he was reading it.

Tap. Tap. ‘Honey, can I come in a minute, just to say good night.’

‘Sure, come in.’ He sounded startled. I walked to the bed, his eyes on me as if they were spotlights, I felt like I was watching myself. I sat on the bed beside him, he just had a sheet over him.

‘It has been so long since I gave you a kiss goodnight. You don’t mind, do you?’ He just shook his head. I leaned over, brushing back his hair, rubbing his chest. My breasts directly in line with his eyes, I let my hand rub his firm belly then brought it up again. Brushing his hair back, my breast brushed his chin, then I kissed his forehead, letting both of them touch him while my hand made a long circle down his chest and across his stomach. I didn’t know what I wanted to do, but I suppose I wanted to see him aroused. His eyes now directly on my breasts. I couldn’t believe what I then said.

‘Do you like them?’ I know I had drunk to much, but I wasn’t drunk, I knew exactly what I was doing. ‘Do you want to touch them? Go ahead.’ I lifted his hand up and placed it on the breast. ‘Go ahead, feel them.’ He lay motionless, rubbing my breast, touching the now firm nipple through the silk. His eyes wide open. I pulled down one side the nightgown, revealing the breast to him, and moving it towards his mouth. He closed his eyes and ran his tongue all over my nipple, than the rest of the breast, lowering the other side of the nightgown, my hand now running down to his penis, rubbing it through the sheet and boxer shorts. I threw the sheet off, and reached inside the boxers, removing it and rubbing the shaft. What was I doing? I couldn’t believe it. It had gone too far, I didn’t even let him make the first move. I seduced him. But there was no turning back.

He was totally erect. I thought to masturbate him and nothing more. I could feel the pleasure racing through me, his tongue so gentle on my nipples. Then I said something I maybe shouldn’t have, but it could help him explain what was happening. “The real thing is much better, isn’t it?’ He stopped for a moment and looked at me, understanding in a flash all that had happened, I lowered my mouth to his, our tongues becoming untwined, his hands racing across my back, down to my thighs. I kissed his nipples, put my tongue in his belly button, then his sex to my lips. The strong flavor of his penis filled my mouth, the first taste is always strong, but I filled my mouth with saliva and ran up and down is organ, I was filled with lust, and while I wanted it to end with him ejaculating, I couldn’t stand any more, and I got on top of him, I was totally lubricated, I slid down in one stroke, and he immediately began to lunge up into me. I lowered my mouth to his, and we kissed wildly, then I took a breast in my hand an placed the nipple in his mouth. His hand fondling my thighs and rear, his fingering rubbing my anus. I looked at the mirror on the closet. There I was, on top of my son, my breast in his mouth. It was outrageous.

Then he turned me over, lifting my legs, moving his sex firmly and quickly into me, finally bending down and kissing me, I wrapped my legs around him, locking my feet together as he continued to drive his sex into. I didn’t want him to ejaculate inside me, even though at my age it is practically impossible to get pregnant, you never know. I turned him over, rubbing him, kissing him again on the mouth, then placing his sex in my mouth, using my best, slowest method, rubbing his testicles while I swirled my tongue around the head of his penis. I could feel him tense up, and the first salty taste reaching the back of my mouth, then the powerful spurts, I swallowed, keeping all of it in my mouth, licking him, while he moaned and jerked. I got up, turned off the light and put the sheet over him.

‘Honey, this has to stay between us, ok, you can’t say anything ever, to anyone. Promise baby.’

‘I promise Mom.’ I kissed him on the fore head and left the bedroom to go make another drink with the taste of my sons semen in my mouth.

*

The next morning I heard him get up, but I didn’t have the courage to face him. I spent the day a nervous wreck. Drinking without getting drunk, and smoking. I was a mess. But as 7.00PM approached I began to think about what to wear. I seriously thought I was losing my mind. What had I done? And I wanted to do it again. I was probably causing him to have a major trauma, but then I thought, maybe it will be good for him, give him confidence. And with that thought, I took a long shower, remembering the night before. I put on a short, thigh length, pink taffeta dress, and white heels. The key in the door.

‘Hi mom.’

‘Hi honey.’ His eyes nervous, avoiding mine, he went to his room. I was now a wreck, maybe I had really done serious psychological damage to him. After half an hour he came out, I was leaning against the kitchen counter reaching for a plate, when he rapped his arm around my waist and pushed against me, I moaned with pleasure while he unzipped the dress, kissing my back, letting the dress drop to my feet. I turned, with just bra and panties, and we began to kiss. He walked me over to the couch, lowered my panties, and bent my over the side of it, placing his organ deep inside me, slamming against me. Than he walked me over to the couch, almost throwing me down on it, than lifting my feet up to his shoulders and entering me again. I looked him in the eyes as he rocked against me. Suddenly removing it quickly and bringing it towards my face. I moved my lips across him while tickling his testicles with one hand, rubbing the shaft with the other. He jerked, and his semen filled my mouth, I gagged for a moment, but was able to get it all down.

‘Oh baby, that was great. Really great.’ His face was flushed. ‘Go take a shower, I’ll get dinner ready.’

This was crazy I thought, but there was no going back. I lie in bed, thinking about what were doing, how bad it was, how I needed to talk to him, but also how alive I felt. He tapped on the door. ‘Can I come in?’

‘Sure baby, come in.’ He jumped on the bed and I knew he wanted more, he was 18. Silently he kissed my breasts and mouth. I held his head. ‘Please, kiss me there, kiss my sex.’ He obliged. Moving his tongue all over my vagina. I held the lips open and pointed to my clitoris. ‘There baby, gently, with the tip of the tongue. Gently, not too hard.’ He finally got the right rhythm going. ‘Yes, just like that don’t stop, keep going.’ He obeyed. I could feel the first tingling running through me, I moaned, letting out a strong sigh. ‘That’s it, keep going, almost.’ Then it overtook me, racing through my whole body, I screamed in pleasure. Closing my thighs and pushing his face away. ‘Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh God.’ Then I turned over, and reached to the night table and took out a jar of Vaseline. I thought, why not, it was what I liked, and he would learn. I rubbed my anus with the jelly. ‘Put it in there, gently, be careful, slowly.’ I could feel the uncomfortable sensation of something entering my stomach, but once I got accustomed to it I always enjoyed it. I grabbed the front of the mattress, my legs spread wide. ‘Do you like it that way baby?’

‘Yes.’ He was now deep into me and I enjoyed the singular sensation. ‘Can I cum in there?’

‘Yes, baby, go ahead. Cum inside me.’ He jerked and spasmed. Then fell beside me. I lit a cigarette in the dark while he rested his head on my breasts.

‘Baby, I no this is very strange, but is also beautiful, to be able to know you this way, and enjoy you this way. Don’t feel guilty, this is something gorgeous, just don’t tell anybody, because there is a terrible taboo around this. You understand, don’t you?’

‘I know. I understand. I love you mom.’

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Hi all

The sequel to “Love Comes When You Least Expect It” is finally here. Sorry this took so long — you know what it’s like, with work and all that! But I finally finished, so here it is. Just to warn you, there isn’t a lot of sex in this one. The next one will have a little more, I promise!

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“Okay, this is the final set of questions. Whoever gets the most correct wins. Capisce?”

“Err, yeah… capisce…” Maddie looked confused. “That means “I understand,” right?”

“Yeah,” Issy replied, with a smile. She crawled over and straddled Maddie’s stomach, so that she was looking down at the girl, a mischievous smile on her face. The girl was once again tied to Issy’s bed — her hands tied together with the same scarf that had been used on her the other day, and a rope attaching her bound wrists to the headboard. Unlike Issy, who was wearing a long summer dress, Maddie was completely naked.

“First question…” she leaned down and kissed Maddie on the lips. “What’s my favourite colour?”

“Red?”

“That’s correct. Question two…” Issy kissed her again. “My favourite band?”

“Nine Inch Nails.”

“Correct. Question three… *kiss* What’s my favourite food?”

“You want me to say that it’s seafood risotto, but I happen to know that it’s actually your mother’s lasagne.”

“Wow, that’s correct. Question four…”

It had been about a week since the girls had first met, and six days since the intense afternoon of sex they had shared. They had spent almost every one of those days together, learning everything there was to know about each other. Both girls were admittedly inexperienced in relationships, and many would argue that what they were doing was not going to change the fact that they were moving way too fast. But they didn’t care. Even in the short time they’d known each other, being together was all they wanted to do. And it wasn’t just about sex, although they’d shared a few subsequent, hugely passionate sessions together. They wanted to explore everything about each other, from how their minds worked, to how their tastes in food, art and culture meshed, to what their various idiosyncrasies and quirky interests were.

Though this quiz was merely intended to be light-hearted, it was also a strategy for them — they wanted to make sure they were absolutely sure that their hearts and their heads were on the same page. And to establish a degree of trust.

And so far, Maddie was getting all of Issy’s questions right.

“Question eight… *kiss* Who’s my best friend from Bedales?”

“Jessica Burrowes?” Maddie asked.

Issy was silent for a moment, and an smile broke out over her face.

“Close, but wrong — it was actually Molly Wilson.”

“Bollocks,” Maddie muttered.

Issy smiled at her.

“What’s my religion?”

“Trick question — you’re an atheist!”

Issy nodded.

“Last question…” Issy paused to push Maddie’s lips apart, stick her tongue right into her mouth and noisily snog her. “Name three subjects that we will never, ever agree on?”

“Hmm…” Maddie thought about this very, very carefully. “The Arab-Israeli conflict?” Issy nodded. “Whether Taylor Swift’s music could actually be classified as “music” and not “mopey bullshit?”” Issy nodded again, more excitedly. “And dogs versus cats?”

Issy planted a huge kiss on each of Maddie’s cheeks.

“You got a score of nine,” she said, still smiling. “Looks like I need to get all ten correct to beat you.”

“You scared?” Maddie asked provocatively.

“Never,” Issy retorted, simply.

“Right. Question one — what’s my middle name?”

“Christine?”

“Wrong — it’s Charlotte. Come on, Issy! I told you that yesterday!”

Issy looked crestfallen, but Maddie gave her a reassuring smile.

“A tie goes to sudden death, so don’t worry — you’re still in with a chance! Anyway, question two — when did my parents take over the pub from my grandparents?”

“When you were three years old.”

“Question three — where were we living before?”

“Northumberland?”

“Both correct,” Maddie smiled. “Question four — what’s my favourite movie?”

“Trick question — you have two. Your favourite Oscar-winning movie is The Hurt Locker, and your favourite non-Oscar nominated movie is Deadpool.”

“That’s right! Question five…”

Issy knew Maddie as well as Maddie knew her. She answered the next few questions correctly.

“Question nine…” Maddie thought long and hard. She needed something that would really test the girl. “What was my most embarrassing moment?”

“Erm…” Issy paused. She had two that Maddie had shared with her. She tried to remember which one Maddie had been more embarrassed about.

“…Was it the time you found out that a certain word was actually a racial slur the hard way?”

Maddie nodded, her own face reddening.

“Right. Last one.” She paused for dramatic effect. “What is the edgiest thing I want Antep Escort Bayan you to do to me?”

“Erm…” this one completely stumped Issy. She and Maddie had spent well over an hour and a half talking about their fantasies in more detail. But Maddie hadn’t really specified anything that she preferred, that she could remember. She racked her brains hard, trying to think through that conversation.

“Tick tock, tick tock,” Maddie teased.

“Hold on a second, I’m thinking,” Issy retorted. Then an idea came to her mind. “You spoke a lot about your guilt at how you felt reading certain stories on the internet and being sexually turned on despite their being very egregious. And we did talk briefly about some of the porn we both watched…”

“Yeeeeessss?” Maddie said, cautiously.

“You want to experiment with consensual non-consent, don’t you?”

Maddie’s face became red again. She looked like she was very scared of answering. This hadn’t been the answer she expected, but now that Issy had brought it up, she had to admit that she wasn’t far from wrong.

“I… um… I,” she stammered.

She was cut off when Issy kissed her.

“Maddie, it’s okay,” she said, in a plain, neutral tone. “You can tell me. Who would I be to judge, anyway?”

“Well… I suppose… Yes,” Maddie finally confirmed. “It is something I want to experiment with. But I want it to be realistic. Like, instead of us agreeing everything and getting started, you take me by surprise, catch me off guard. You understand what I mean?”

“Of course,” Issy replied. Then her tone became very serious. “Well, if that’s really what you want, we’ll talk about it properly a bit later. But just understand that we would have to have a proper conversation about it, understand the risks of what we would be doing, set some clear parameters for the activity — what cannot be done even in the context of a rape scene, what the safeword — or signal, assuming you want to be gagged in the activity — is to bring it to an end, and a clear process of aftercare to ensure that, at the end, you aren’t scarred by the activity. And we absolutely have to be clear on whether we still consent to it happening. Does that make sense?”

“It does,” Maddie said.

“Good,” Issy’s face brightened up, and her serious demeanour faded. “Because I believe our scores are tied!”

“They are,” Maddie had a coy smile on her face as she looked up at Issy. “Tie breaker?”

“Nah, fuck that,” Issy began to undo Maddie’s bonds. “How about we just have sex?”

“I like that idea.”

As Issy moved down the bed towards Maddie’s pussy, Maddie asked a question that made her stop.

“Hey, uh, do you think I could lick yours this time?”

Up until this point, the sex between them had been very one-sided — Issy had always made Maddie cum, and only ever came herself when they were tribbing. She had always taken care to avoid it getting into Maddie’s head to return the favour. And, if truth be told, she had hoped that Maddie was just sexually selfish enough that she wouldn’t want to.

Issy put as much confidence as she could muster into her voice, and said —

“Oh yeah, sure. Just let me untie you.”

Despite her best efforts, Maddie picked up the tone in her voice right away. She didn’t say anything, but pondered it in her head. This was definitely not the reaction she had expected.

Once she’d untied Maddie, Issy pulled her dress up over her head and unhooked her bra. She lay back and allowed Maddie to remove her thong, which was thrown on top of the dress.

With her face pressed right up against Issy’s pink, clean-shaven labia, she closed her eyes for a moment and took the time to inhale, to savour the intoxicating musk of her lover’s forbidden fruit. She was finally here, where she wanted to be. For a moment, she forgot about the way Issy had just reacted to the request to do so. Using her fingers, Maddie parted the lips in front of her, and got a good view of Issy’s clitoris. It was unusually big, and quite prominent up close.

When Maddie stuck out her tongue and ran it along the exposed lips, Issy immediately shivered quite vigorously, letting out a very loud “Ohhhhhohoho” sound. This was vastly disproportionate to the reaction Maddie had expected from just a single lick.

Well, this was very interesting, Maddie thought. She experimentally ran her tongue along Issy’s labia again, and got the same reaction. Then she licked the clitoris, and felt Issy physically jerk her entire body and let out an even louder, moaning sound.

Now Maddie understood what was going on — the reason Issy had hesitated to let her go down on her, and what was causing her to react like this.

Her pussy was sensitive. VERY sensitive.

So her new girlfriend had a weakness.

Feeling an unexpected rush of dominance, Maddie pounced on Issy, grabbed her hands and held them above her head. With her other hand, she fumbled around for the scarf.

“Maddie… what — what’re you -!?” She gasped, nervously.

“Ssshhh…” Maddie whispered reassuringly, as she began to tie Issy’s hands together, above her head.

“Maddie, please…” Issy gasped. “I’ve never fantasised about being tied up before. I… I’m not sure about this.”

“I can assure you, it’s not as scary as you think,” Maddie said. Instead of tying her bound hands to the headboard, she looked down at the American, and they made eye contact. The confident, authoritative façade had faded, and she looked very meek, nervous and bashful, all of a sudden. Maddie tried to put on her warmest, most disarming voice. “Look, I understand if you don’t want me to do this. If you say to stop, I’ll stop. What does ‘not sure’ mean?”

“I dunno. I just…” Issy seemed to struggle with her mind. “I wasn’t expecting you to suddenly leap on me like this. And I’ve never felt the urge or desire to be the bottom in the past, with you or in my fantasies… But…”

“But?”

“But… now I’m in this position, I just… part of me wants you to carry on.”

“Do you trust me?” Maddie asked.

“I trust you with all my heart, Maddie,” was the soft, quiet reply.

Maddie’s own heart melted with those words. There was a silence between them, a silence that neither wanted to end. The energy between them as they looked into each other’s eyes was more powerful than any drug they could ever take. Eventually, Maddie picked up the rope and began to tie Issy’s bound wrists to the bedpost. With that done, she worked her way down to Issy’s pussy.

Looking up, she made eye contact with the suddenly very submissive girl, and raised her eyebrows. Issy nodded her head.

Maddie brought her face down to Issy’s pussy, parted her lips once more, and exposed her clit as much as possible.

She gently blew on it. The small gust of air brushing against it made Issy whimper, “Ahhhh” softly.

“You ready?” Maddie asked.

Again, a timid head nod.

Then Maddie took the entire, enlarged clit into her mouth and sucked it past her teeth, her tongue licking it like a lollipop.

Immediately, Issy began shrieking.

“Ahhh! Oh my God!”

She began to thrash her legs wildly, and Maddie had to wrap her arms around her thighs and hold on tight to keep a grip of the extremely sensitive clitoris in her mouth.

“Oh my God, oh my God! What — Whoooaaaahhhhh! Aaahhhhh!”

Still, Maddie kept going, suckling and licking at that clit. At this point, all of her attention was focused on keeping a hold of it.

“Madd — ohh… Mad… I th… Ahhh… I think I… I’m… Oh fuck! I’m…” Issy struggled to gasp out between her shrieks and wails.

Maddie kept up her assault for two full minutes, during which time Issy’s thrashing became faster and more aggressive, and her shrieks became louder and more shrill. Eventually, she blurted out.

“Okay stop! Stop stop stop stop stop!”

Without needing any further prompting, Maddie released Issy’s clit. The lower part of her face and her chin were coated in juices, but she didn’t even bother to wipe it off. She just rested her head on Issy’s thigh, while Issy herself closed her eyes, her breathing soft and gentle, both of them exhausted — Maddie by the physical exertion of keeping herself in place, and Issy from the intensity of what she had just experienced.

Needless to say, the two drifted off, if only for about fifteen minutes. It was just a short sleep, but when they woke up, they couldn’t help feeling a little worse for wear. So once she had been untied, Issy went into the bathroom, drew a nice, warm bath, and the two climbed in together.

As they settled down, Maddie dreamily asked the question that was now playing on her mind.

“How was that?”

“Oh… my… God,” Issy breathed. “I seriously don’t know what just happened to me. That was just… that was the most intense experience of my entire life. I really can’t describe it. I couldn’t tell you if I was orgasming repeatedly, if I was having one long, intense orgasm, or if I wasn’t actually orgasming and you were doing something that was on a completely different level. But I have never felt like this before. I feel almost drunk.”

“That’s quite the compliment,” Maddie said. “You mean you’ve never had anything like that happen to you before?”

“Well… every time I masturbate, it doesn’t take much for me to get off. I used a vibrator once, and had to turn it off the moment it touched me. That’s probably as close as I’ve ever come to this. I don’t know why. I guess I was too scared about the intensity of the… um… the… sensations I would get to try for a little longer.” Issy paused for a moment. She reached out across the bath and took Maddie’s hand in her own. “You know, Maddie, I don’t think I would’ve ever been able to experience something like that if you hadn’t taken control and dominated me like that. Thank you.”

Maddie’s eyes welled up.

“So… you’d do it again?”

This caused Issy to pause and think a little further. “Hmm… I think yes, but only if the moment was right. The reason I let you do it then was because I was in a vulnerable space — I’d just exposed one of my weaknesses to you. You took control and used it to make me experience something amazing. So maybe if I was ever in another situation like that, I would definitely want it to happen again. Does that make sense?”

Maddie’s voice wavered as she answered.

“It makes total sense.”

Parting was always the hard part of their time together, and it was showing no sign of getting easier when Issy’s car pulled up outside Maddie’s family pub. So the two spent five minutes saying their goodbyes, kissing and squeezing hands. Eventually, though, Maddie insisted she absolutely had to get inside, or her parents would start to wonder what the fuck they were doing out there.

“Okay. But before you go, you mind if I ask something?” Issy asked.

“Sure.”

“Are your parents still on for tomorrow?” she asked.

“Oh yeah. They said they could come, and they wouldn’t change their minds for something like this.”

“Perfect,” Issy smiled. “You still don’t think we’re introducing our parents a little too early? Not saying I think that, of course, but still…”

“Of course not!” Maddie said quickly. “I… erm… I think it feels right.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Oh hold on — one final thing,” Issy’s hand shot out and grabbed Maddie by the nose. Her other hand reached into her jeans. As Maddie’s mouth flew open — both in surprise and in order to breathe, Issy withdrew her hand — her fingers coated in hot, sticky juices from her pussy — and pushed them into her mouth. She released Maddie’s nose and carefully withdrew her fingers.

“Okay, I’m done.”

Maddie threw the car door open and turned to give Issy a mock-glare, though the twinkle in her eyes told a different story.

“Oh, I’m gonna make sure to get you back for that. One of these days, just a moment when your guard is down, that’s all I’d need. I know your weakness!”

“I look forward to it, bitch!” Issy shot back, playfully. “See you tomorrow!”

Laughing, Maddie went straight into the side entrance which led to the house above the pub. Once she went in, she saw her parents were sitting, watching the World Cup on the television. It was a random game, and England were not playing. But her father, Joe seemed really into it. Her mother, Miriam, not so much.

“Maddie!” her father said when he saw her. “Where ye been?

“Just out,” Maddie replied.

“Out with that new hinny you’ve just picked up?”

“Dad!” Maddie said. “She has a name, you know!”

“Obviously, would be weird if she didn’t. Divvent remember it!”

“It’s Issy, babe, I told you yesterday,” Miriam said to him.

“Issy! That’s the one. So, ye been out with her then?

“Yes, I have. We went swimming in her pool.”

“Ooh, a swimming pool? They sound posh!”

“Please don’t lead with that tomorrow,” Maddie retorted.

“Oh aye, we have dinner with them tomorrow night, don’t we? I completely forgot about that!”

“Probably because you’re starting to lose your memory again, Joe,” Maddie’s mother said.

“Oy shut your gob, woman! Am only sixty. I’m not a Gadgie just yet.”

“Seriously dad, cut it with the Tyne and Wear slang,” Maddie said. “You saw what happened when Cheryl Cole tried to make it in America.”

“Alreet, I’ll be on me best behaviour. You’ll hear nowt but the Queen’s English from me all night, lassie!” her father winked.

Maddie grabbed the magazine on the kitchen table, threw it at him and headed to her room.

Miriam looked at her husband. “In all seriousness, Joe, please tone it down a little bit tomorrow night.”

“Didn’t ye hear what I just said, Miri? Nowt but the Queen’s English!”

“That’s not what I’m talking about. I mean the stereotypical ‘dad’ act. You’ve seen how her face lights up when she talks about that girl. We don’t want to embarrass her in front of them.”

“Isn’t that what dads are for, darling?” Joe replied cheekily. Then, in a more serious tone, he added “Alreet, I’ll keep that in mind…”

Suddenly, on the screen, the ball flew into the back of the net. Joe leapt to his feet and, in the almost royal style of the popular radio alert, yelled

“GOOOOOOAL!!”

“Erm, Joe, he was offside.”

“FUUUUUUCK!!”

“What time did you say they’d be coming, Mads?” Miriam asked as she carefully worked on her eyelashes in the mirror.

“I think we agreed half six. They should be here in ten minutes.”

“Good. I’m almost done!”

Satisfied, Maddie finished applying her own makeup and left the bathroom. As she headed towards her bedroom, she passed her father, who making his way back to the kitchen.

“How’s the food doing, Dad?” she asked.

“Beef’s just about to come out. And according to my timer…” he checked, “… It will stand for fifteen minutes. The potatoes will come out around then.”

“Perfect! Are the snacks out?”

“They’re there…”

The doorbell rang.

“And it looks like they’re here, too!” Joe finished.

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Natalie’s history teacher, Mr Brooks, was 52 years old. Natalie knew this because she had found his LinkedIn account, looked at the year he graduated and counted backwards. He wore a wedding ring, so she knew that he was married, but he never mentioned his family in class. The few public images she could see from his Facebook profile told her that he liked castles, and drank ale.

Mr Brooks had a full head of grey hair; thick for his age, she thought. Every other day, she could spot a light dusting of stubble appear on his jaw. He had strong, thick fingers which he drummed on his desk when her class was being particularly slow.

He was around 6 foot tall. Natalie knew this because she once stood a little too close to him in the hallway, pretending to wait for a friend. She had glanced up at him and guessed their height disparity. Natalie was 5 foot 4, and felt very small next to him, which she liked. His build was sturdy, but not overweight, as if he used to be muscular and had softened over the years. Once, when he was reaching up to a high shelf, she had spotted a trail of grey hair running down from his navel to below his waistband.

Mr Brooks had a low, gentle voice most of the time. But when something irritated him, it took on a hard edge, and his brow furrowed in an intense gaze. Natalie wished she would look at her like that, but unfortunately, she was a straight A student.

Natalie thought that Mr Brooks was the sexiest man she had ever seen. And she had decided that today was the day she would make her move.

That morning, she took extra care getting ready. She pulled on the brand new pink lingerie she had bought (red faced) from Victoria’s Secret at the weekend. She made sure to wear her shortest school skirt, and over-the-knee grey socks. She blow dried her hair carefully, used a magnifying mirror to apply her makeup, and snuck into her mothers’ room to steal some Chanel No. 5 perfume. Squirting it liberally over her neck and wrists, she coughed, but was satisfied with what she saw in the mirror.

She walked into class feeling distinctly self-conscious. Not able to look Mr Brooks in the face at first, she crossed her legs tightly and focused on her work. In a quiet period, she dared to glance up at his desk through her freshly styled hair.

Natalie froze; he was looking right at her! Quickly she darted her eyes away, but couldn’t resist moving them back to check… yes, he was still gazing at her, his brow furrowed in the way she had always fantasised about.

Breathing heavily, she looked down at her work again, but moved her arms closer together and leaned forward, so that her breasts in their pink push up bra were more visible. She shifted slightly to the side and crossed her legs, so that a chunk of her thigh was exposed below her short school skirt.

Heart pounding, Natalie looked again towards the teacher’s desk. Oh my god, his eyes were still on her, further down this time, moving over her body. It was working!

He shifted in his chair, cleared his throat and looked at the classroom clock. She glanced over as well. Only 10 minutes until the end of class! Chills went through her, thinking of what she planned to do.

The time passed slowly. Natalie twiddled her hair and tapped her pen against her full lips as she worked, darting occasional glances towards the teacher, wishing she could read his mind.

Finally, the bell rang. Chatter and laughter burst out over the class, chairs scraping as they left Escort Bayan Gaziantep the room in a hurry. Natalie hung back, telling her friends she would meet them later. Mr Brooks hadn’t moved from behind his desk, letting the door swing closed behind her classmates.

‘Well Natalie, did you want to talk about something?’ His voice was calm but slow, as if he was choosing his words carefully.

Natalie walked up to the desk, breath fast, and tried to look him directly in the eyes. Oh, they were so dark, and looked back intently.

‘Yes Mr Brooks, I, actually, there’s something I wanted to say to you’. She stuttered slightly, hands jerkily smoothing down the front of her skirt.

‘Alright, what is it?’

This was it. She moved even closer to his desk until she almost felt the heat of his attention on her. Her heart was pounding in her ears, but she managed to blurt out:

‘Mr Brooks, I want you’.

They existed for a moment in frozen silence, eyes locked together. He barely moved, but she saw his hands tighten into fists on the desk, as if he was trying to restrain his movements.

In a boldness she could barely believe was her own, Natalie leaned over the desk, placed both hands on either side of his face, feeling the roughness of his stubble, and kissed him hard on the lips.

Electricity sparked through her body. It was her first kiss, with the sexiest man on earth! His lips were soft, and he smelled like musk and old books. Pulling away, she looked into his eyes, nervous, but his face gave nothing away.

‘Natalie. Come around the desk’. His voice had changed. It was low, with that steely edge to it.

She felt a pang of fear in her stomach. She was in completely unknown territory. What was going to happen next?

She walked around the desk to face him. As soon as she was close, he launched up from the chair, grabbed her by the neck and the waist, twisted her body away from him and pulled her down so she was sitting on his lap, her back pressed against his chest.

She gasped as she felt the hardness of an erection pressing through her skirt. His strong hand held her neck tightly, pushing her head back so that it rested on his shoulder. His other hand moved in front of her waist, pulling her closer to him. She was shocked and disorientated, completely in his control.

‘Natalie. You have to think very carefully. Are you sure you want this? If you say yes, you have to live with the consequences’. His low voice vibrated so close to her face now.

Natalie was confused, but the heat of his body was intoxicating her. ‘I do want it Mr Brooks’ she said breathily.

‘I’ve noticed you Natalie. You’re a good girl, but I can see that underneath, you want to be bad.’

‘Yes, Mr Brooks’. His hand started to move over her torso, up to her breasts.

‘Do you want me to touch you?’

‘Please Mr Brooks, I want it so badly’. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and she glanced down at his hand moving over her school shirt. It looked so big and powerful.

Suddenly, his other hand moved from her neck and he ripped the buttons open, exposing her pink bra. She gasped, and a chuckle escaped his lips.

‘Oh, did you buy this just for me? What a silly girl.’

Both his hands moved over her bra, before moving down her stomach to pull apart her thighs roughly. He lifted her skirt to peer beneath it.

‘Oh, a matching pair! Very sweet.’

‘Do you like them Mr Brooks?’

‘I’m more interested in what’s happening underneath’.

His fingers moved over her bare thighs, sending chills through her. She was very conscious that wetness had started to leak from between her legs, staining her panties.

As one hand held her leg wide, he brushed his fingers lightly over the front of her panties. She moaned and instinctively ground her buttocks back against his erection.

‘Are you wet Natalie?’ he growled softly.

He pressed his finger down over the fabric, putting pressure directly on her clitoris beneath.

‘Ooohhh!’ He knew exactly what he was doing, and moved his other hand to unhook her bra and move his hand to her bare chest. He moved quickly over both breasts, squeezing and lightly brushing her nipples. At the same time, he kept up the pressure on her clitoris until she wanted to scream out loud.

‘I like young girls’ bodies. So… sensitive.’

‘I… I want.’

‘Say it clearly Natalie.’

‘I want to touch your cock.’

He released his hands from her body and she heard his chair creak as he leaned back.

‘You can’.

Trembling, she turned around to face him, and kneeled on the old floorboards between his legs. He was looking down at her with a small smile.

She moved her hands to the sizeable bulge in his trousers, clumsily unzipping his fly, and reaching around to pull his cock out through the flap in his boxers. She was so desperate to see it.

It sprang out in front of her face, wide and robust like his torso, and hard as wood. As she wrapped her tiny fist around it, a stream of clear pre-cum escaped from its head. His eyes were still focussed on her.

‘What do you want to do with it Natalie?’

She paused. ‘I want to, to put it in my mouth. But I don’t know what to do.’ She looked up at him, eyes wide and helpless.

‘Don’t worry, I’ll teach you. I’ve done a good job in the past, haven’t I? First, spit on it, and get it wet all over’.

She did as she was told, rubbing her hand over its length until it was slick with moisture. To her surprise, it grew even more at her touch.

‘Now, tease the head with your tongue’. His voice was becoming less steady.

She reached out her tongue. His cock tasted salty and warm. She circled the head slowly with her tongue, looking up for his approval.

‘Yesss… now, take some more in your mouth.’

She opened her mouth wide and gripped the shaft with her lips, keeping her tongue moving all the time.

‘That’s good Natalie. Try to take as much of it as you can’.

Eyes watering, she pushed her lips further down his cock, until the pressure at the back of her throat made her gag slightly. She was determined to do whatever she could to please him.

‘Well done, you are a good girl. Now get into a rhythm, slow at first’.

She bobbed her head up and down, her mouth open as wide as she could. With delight, she tasted more pre come leaking out and licked it up eagerly. She felt his cock throbbing, and her wetness was getting uncomfortable in her panties. He noticed her rocking back and forth and arching her back, desperate for sensation.

‘Should I give you what you really want Natalie?’

She paused and looked up at him, lips open, mouth filled with the salty taste of his cock. She bit her lip and nodded.

Roughly, he lifted her, flipped her around and pushed her down onto the desk on her stomach. Her cheek touched the wood and she gazed at the classroom door in a daze. To think that her friends were out there, talking and laughing in the schoolyard. And now, her ultimate fantasy was coming true.

She felt his strong hands flip up her skirt and pull down her panties. His hands grabbed her ass, kneading and pulling the cheeks apart. With this movement, she heard with embarrassment the schlock of wetness as her inner lips spread open.

‘What a beautiful pussy you have for me. Thank you, Natalie’.

She felt the weight of his cock gently tap her buttocks, and arched her back in anticipation.

‘Natalie, I want you to tell me clearly what you want now’.

‘Sir, please shove your cock into my pussy!’

With one movement he slammed into her, stretching her virgin entrance so that she cried out in pain. It felt huge! Sensing her discomfort, he ran his hands over her buttocks and back as he rocked quickly back and forth, going deeper and deeper. ‘It’s ok Natalie, it only hurts for a second, trust me’.

He was right. Quickly her insides adjusted to his size and began to welcome his expert thrusts. Starting out fast, he then slowed to a rhythmic, tantalising pace. She moaned and had to stop herself drooling onto the wood of the table as he sent waves of pleasure running through her body again and again. His cock felt hard and insistent in her, and his growls and low moans were making her leak more juices until she could hear her wetness every time he moved. His hands gripped her ass, and then he spanked it, hard, making her yelp.

‘I need you to come on my cock Natalie. I know that you’re close’.

Her breathing became faster and faster. She had made herself orgasm before at home, lying back in the bath with the stream from the tap thundering between her legs, but this was different. She felt like her whole body was in thrall to his rhythm as he drove her closer to ecstasy.

When she could hardly bear it any longer, he pulled her body backwards and reached his fingers around to rub her clitoris. The expert movements of his fingers matched his thrusts and it only took seconds for her to scream out in pleasure, shuddering and convulsing against his cock, juices streaming down her bare thighs.

For the first time, she heard him expel a long, excited breath ‘Ahhhh that’s it!’

He pulled his cock out of her and pushed her down onto her knees, holding his engorged cock; broad and pulsing, in front of her face.

‘I’m going to come all over your face. Be a good girl and open your mouth as wide as you can.’ His voice was still authoritative, but now came out in a heavy growl.

His eyes were wild like an animal’s, roving all over her body; her school skirt wide open revealing her pale breasts, hair falling in disarray over her shoulders.

He pumped his wrist fast and hard, and Natalie fixed her eyes on him, desperate to see him come because of her. Her Mr Brooks.

Finally he let out a long shuddering groan, throwing his head back, and released a shower of hot come onto her tongue and spattering over her face. Natalie laughed through her open mouth with delight, feeling the hot droplets on her flushed face.

* * *

Natalie lay in the bath that night, running her hands over her body. This body; that had done that to Mr Brooks. This body; that he had touched, and used, and desired. Her mind kept going over and over the last words he said to her as she left the classroom.

‘Tomorrow evening, come and see me after school. Wear no underwear and no perfume. I have a lot more to teach you Natalie.’

She bit her lip and quivered at the thought.

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What you see is not what is there. What is there is something else. – Unknown

Part One. Valerie

Frankie is in one of her preoccupied moods. Valerie concludes that as she lies with her head in Frankie’s lap as Frankie studies some papers brought home in her briefcase. It’s ten o’clock in the evening and the TV tube is now showing the evening news with the sound off. Valerie looks at the flashing pictures on the tube and she amuses herself attempting to discover what the people are saying. Of course it makes no difference whether you have the sound on or off, whatever the people are saying is ridiculous anyway.

With a sigh, Valerie slips her hand into Frankie’s lap. Her fingertips tease the seam of Frankie’s jeans. But nothing happens. She might as well be touching a stone statue for all the response she gets. Frankie’s mind seems totally occupied with her paperwork, no evidence at all that Frankie is aware of Valerie’s hand. No evidence before the bar, Valerie thinks. She feels both amusement and annoyance. Frankie is an attorney and she’s always serious about her vocation. She’s a tall studious looking woman with a distinctive dyke haircut and wire-rimmed eyeglasses. Despite her serious appearance, Frankie’s fine-boned face gives her a special beauty and Valerie adores her.

Frankie has clear ivory skin and nipples like hard raspberries. Valerie adores serious women with fine faces and steady eyes. They’ve been lovers for two years and living together almost since the beginning. Valerie continues tickling the seam of Frankie’s jeans, but Frankie remains apparently oblivious to it. Is the romance over? The idea the romance could be over frightens Valerie. She’s twenty-five, a brunette with a pouting mouth she likes to paint a bright red, a slender but curvy body that drives the butches wild. She knows all about it. She can see the look in their eyes in the bars when they give her the once-over, that hungry dyke look that always makes her shiver. A lover once told her what it is. The contrast. A slender femme with full breasts can make certain butches crazy.

But Valerie thinks it has to be more than that because she has known women who were wild over her ass. Anyway, it’s nice to be pretty and have a good body. She likes the attention. But of course it isn’t the most important thing in the world. What is really important is a permanent relationship, a home, mutual giving. What is really important is peace of mind. The trouble is that even after living with Frankie two years not a day passes when Valerie isn’t needy, as needy as a bitch in heat, pussy- dripping needy. If not every day, then every other day. Without fail. She expected Frankie to take care of that part of her life. Frankie takes care of her financially, but that isn’t enough for Valerie.

It’s fine that Frankie earns enough in her law practice to give them an easy life, but Valerie thinks Frankie ought to have more consideration for the physical side. Is that asking for too much? Isn’t it ridiculous to be lying here tickling Frankie’s crotch without any response from Frankie? Valerie watches the images on the television tube. A woman in a red bandanna now has her mouth going, talking without stopping, saying nothing about who knows what. All I want is affection, Valerie thinks. No, it’s more than that. If all she wants is affection she’ll buy a toy poodle. What she wants is good sex, the same marvelous hot sex she knows other women have. She wants Frankie to make her shake and moan until her bones are rattled. How can a woman have peace of mind without sexual fulfillment? No, it isn’t possible.

When she’s like this she’s always so incredibly restless, no peace of mind at all. No peace of mind, Valerie thinks. With Frankie these days she never has it. She tries, though. She has no problem with Frankie when Frankie is interested. The problem is it never happens often enough, at least not enough to keep the demons out of Valerie’s mind and her pussy happy. Frankie cares a great deal about her law practice, but she seems to care very little about the needy state of Valerie’s poor little muffin. Twice a week on Wednesdays and Saturdays is just not enough to keep Valerie happy, to give her that look of happiness and completion that she sees on the faces of some of her friends. She thinks Frankie ought to take care of her needs. This way it’s like some dead het marriage. Dead dyke marriage like a dead het marriage.

Serves you right, Valerie thinks, serves you right for settling down. She ought to be out there getting worked over by a different woman every night. She ought to be bouncing on beds with sweat on her forehead.

She tickles Frankie’s crotch again, determined to get Frankie interested in something beside her paperwork. She can feel the bulge of Frankie’s sex right through the fabric of Frankie’s jeans. But no heat in there. She’s had enough experience with Frankie to know from the feel of her crotch what state Frankie is in. At the Antep Escort Bayan moment, Frankie is far away somewhere, much too far away to be interested in anything sexual. Valerie tells herself maybe she ought to wait for another time, when suddenly Frankie moves the papers away from her face and she looks down at Valerie’s hand.

“What’s going on?” Frankie says. “Is today Wednesday?”

Valerie groans. “It’s Tuesday. It’s been Tuesday all day. You don’t mind if I just lie here, do you? If it bothers you I’ll stop.” And then Valerie adds with a sarcastic smirk: “I wouldn’t want to interfere with your work.”

In a calm voice, Frankie says: “It’s my work that supports us.”

In a moment Frankie returns the papers to the front of her face. Valerie now assumes she has permission to continue doing what she’s been doing, but she feels foolish about it. Here she is making a blatant effort to get Frankie interested in her, and all Frankie cares about is her damn paperwork. Determined not to give up, Valerie now rolls over to face Frankie’s crotch.

Frankie groans. “Val, honey…”

“Just keep doing what you’re doing. Pay no attention to me.”

“That’s hardly possible.”

“Try it.”

Valerie pulls at the zipper of Frankie’s fly. The jeans are tight, but not tight enough to prevent her fingers from getting in there. She feels the crinkly bush through the panties, and then she strokes further down to the soft folds of Frankie’s cunt.

Valerie says: “Let me get the jeans off.”

And Frankie rustles her papers and groans again. “Oh, Val.”

“Frankie, please…”

Valerie hates begging Frankie like this, but there seems to be no alternative. She rolls off the sofa to get Frankie’s jeans off her legs, and then she stretches out again with her head in Frankie’s lap and her excitement more intense than ever as she faces Frankie’s panty-covered crotch.

In the beginning, when they first started living together, most of the sex involved Valerie remaining passive while Frankie took the lead in starting things and carrying things through and finishing things. In the beginning Frankie seemed to have only one objective in her mind and that was to make certain Valerie had the most pleasure possible out of every sexual encounter between them. Valerie isn’t certain precisely when things changed, but after they were together a year she knew the sexual part of their relationship was no longer the same. Gradually it was no longer Frankie who initiated sex, it was Valerie, until finally one day Frankie said she needed her time to be more predictable so maybe they ought to agree to Wednesday and Saturday nights.

“We’ll make Wednesday and Saturday nights just for us,” Frankie said, which appealed to Valerie because at least she’d have those two nights with Frankie without Frankie ever complaining. The trouble was just two nights were not enough for Valerie, and before long she realized it and the two nights a week supposedly only for them became an agony for her whenever she wanted sex and it was neither Wednesday nor Saturday. It wasn’t that Frankie was that rigid about the calendar, she wasn’t, but it was always up to Valerie to make the move and take the chance that Frankie will reject her and leave her depressed, or even worse they’d have an argument about something trivial to hide the incongruence of their sexual attitudes.

Valerie now carefully tugs the crotch of Frankie’s panties aside to expose the full lips of Frankie’s cunt. Not much hair on the lips. More of it on the mound. Frankie has her papers in front of her face again, and Valerie has no idea what Frankie’s response might be. She’s afraid Frankie might stop her, but instead Frankie merely squirms a bit on the cushion without closing her thighs. Valerie tells herself thank god, maybe something will happen after all.

She has always adored Frankie’s cunt. Frankie’s clitoris is a luscious little knob just visible at the apex of the outer lips. Valerie thinks maybe later, when Frankie is aroused enough, she’ll suck it, lick it with the flat of her tongue like an ice cream cone, then give it a tongue-whipping. But at the moment she intends to excite Frankie with her fingers first because Frankie has strange inhibitions about cunnilingus. Frankie likes doing it to Valerie, but whenever Valerie does it to Frankie, Frankie seems embarrassed. Which Valerie thinks is so sad. Next to being totally possessed by a woman’s fingers and mouth, what Valerie likes most is licking and sucking a lover’s cunt. How sad it is that Frankie has problems with it.

Using the tips of her fingers, Valerie carefully strokes the folds of Frankie’s cunt until the outer lips part to reveal more of the inside. Hardly any wetness. Just a hint of moisture lower down where the vaginal opening gapes slightly because Frankie once had a child that died in infancy. Something never discussed. Never mentioned. But always in the mind of Valerie whenever she looks closely at Frankie’s vagina. She looks at the opening and she thinks how wondrous it is that a child came out of there. Miracles.

Valerie has an urge to suck Frankie now. Or at least to lick her everywhere. Make her moan. It might work, but Frankie might also get angry. Valerie wonders why in hell she ever agreed to live with a woman, to marry a woman whose interest in sex is less than her own.

No, not yet, she thinks. She won’t give up the ghost yet. She tugs the crotch of Frankie’s panties back into place and she rises from Frankie’s lap. “I’ll be right back,” Valerie says.

Frankie rustles her papers and mumbles something, as if she assumes Valerie is merely off to the bathroom.

But Valerie has something else in mind. When she reaches the bedroom it isn’t the adjoining bathroom she wants but one of the drawers in the large bureau they share. Frankie has half the drawers, Valerie has the others. From one of her own drawers, Valerie pulls out a black lace garter belt and a pair of sheer charcoal stockings. Skimpy feminine lace and nylon. Never mind the politics, Valerie doesn’t give a damn about lesbian politics. She believes nothing can be wrong with doing something if it turns her on or turns on her lover. Never mind the pompous dykes who think they know what every woman needs. She has enticed Frankie with these items often enough to know they can work.

That was especially true in the beginning of their romance when Frankie was less constrained about playing games during sex, less inhibited about Valerie dressing up to excite them both with the accoutrements of feminine availability. These days Frankie is more political and she often seems embarrassed by the feminine trappings, as if she indeed thinks sexy lingerie is out of place in a true lesbian relationship. A notion that Valerie thinks ridiculous. Who the hell can identify a true lesbian relationship? But she never debates with Frankie because Frankie after all is a lawyer. Only idiots debate with lawyers.

Valerie hopes the frills might work tonight. She quickly strips her clothes off and she studies herself in the full-length mirror attached to the bathroom door. Still attractive, isn’t she? Still young enough to look good from any angle. Five-eight is a good height. As long as she keeps her weight down her body looks slender and trim. She runs her fingers over the undersides of her full breasts. Watching herself in the mirror. Jiggling the firm globes and smiling at the way the tips vibrate. Unable to resist the urge to use her mouth, she raises her right breast with her hand and she swabs her tongue over the long nipple, wetting it down, then taking the nipple between her teeth to suck on it briefly. god, she needs something tonight!

She runs her hands over her hips and back to the firm flesh of her buttocks. She tells herself Frankie is a fool not to appreciate her more. There are women out there who would do plenty. She slides her fingers into the curls of the dark muff beneath her belly. Her pubic triangle is thick enough to completely hide her labia. She remembers a woman she knew who shaved everything, the lips clean and silky and exposed. On occasion Valerie trims some of the hair away to show more of herself, but she’s a brunette and she doubts her dark lips would look better without hair. Still, it might be worth trying sometime just to amuse herself. Maybe shock Frankie who isn’t that experienced. Would Frankie be shocked? As far as Valerie knows, she’s Frankie’s first serious lover. But Frankie hardly ever talks about the other women she has known.

Now Valerie touches herself again, aware of her wet pussy, the juice trickling between her thighs, the fountain flowing the way it always does when she’s this turned on. But she resists the urge to stroke herself. She turns to the garter belt and stockings, sits down on the edge of the bed and starts pulling on the stockings. Making her legs sleek. And exciting herself doing it. By the time she finishes hooking the stockings to the garter belt her pussy is wetter than ever. She brings a pair of heels out of the closet, sexy red pumps she hasn’t worn in ages. She slips her feet into them, looks at her legs in the sheer charcoal stockings, her sleek legs, then searches the closet again to find the black negligee Frankie bought her shortly after they became lovers.

Valerie remembers now how embarrassed Frankie seemed giving her the negligee, Frankie blushing when Valerie pulled the fluffy thing out of the box and squealed with joy that she loved negligees. Happy she could wear one and look good in it. Now slipping into the black negligee. She ties the front bow and then she does a whirl in front of the full length mirror to see the effect. After that she puts some fresh lipstick on her lips, bright red, not too much because Frankie never likes her to overdo it. Valerie tells herself she’ll cry if this doesn’t work. She will truly cry if this fails to get Frankie interested.

High heels clicking on the parquet floor, Valerie walks into the living room aware of how she looks, the red heels, the stockings, her dark nipples and dark bush revealed by the sheer negligee. Frankie glances up from the papers in her hands, her eyes showing immediately surprise.

“Good god, Val.”

“Just an urge to dress up,” Valerie says. “You don’t mind, do you? I thought you might like it.” She does a turn that sends the negligee swirling around her nylon-clad legs. “Do you like my legs?”

“You know I like your legs.” Frankie’s eyes take in the legs and the high heels and the negligee and she seems flustered. “You look fabulous, but I do need to read these briefs. And it’s not Wednesday, you know.”

“I won’t bother you, Frankie, I promise.”

“Honey, I can’t work while you’re parading around like that. Just give me an hour, okay? I’ll see you in an hour in the bedroom.”

Crushed, Valerie turns and walks back to the bedroom and shuts the door. What I need is a lover, she thinks, someone outside the relationship she has with Frankie, someone outside her marriage to Frankie. Her crumbling marriage. Because that’s what it is, isn’t it? A crumbling marriage. She loves Frankie and she can’t imagine not living with her, but she just can’t go on like this. She never imagined she’d ever want any woman but Frankie, but getting a lover seems the only way to keep her sanity.

Now she slips the negligee off and she studies herself in the long mirror again, looks at herself wearing the garter belt and nylons, at the erotic image of her dark bush framed by black lace. Pathetic, isn’t she? A whimper of frustration comes out of her throat as she realizes how aroused she is. She cups her buttocks with her hands, squeezing and pinching the firm globes. Then she moves both hands around to the front and she pinches her cunt with her fingers. She moans softly as she feels how wet she is. She starts gyrating her hips in front of the mirror, her eyes fixed on her hairy sex. Ever so slowly, she pulls her thick labia open with her fingers to reveal the quivering bud of her clit.

Oh god, look at it, look how swollen it is. One touch and she’ll come immediately. Instead, she moves her hands away, her palms sliding over her body to keep the tension rising. Thank god she knows how to pleasure herself when she needs it. She’d surely go crazy without it. Just her vag, she thinks. If she keeps her fingers away from her clit, she can play with her cunt and delay things as long as she wants. She always needs something in there. She slips her fingers down, probes around the vaginal entrance, stretches it a bit, then pushes her fingers inside and jerks her pelvis forward because it feels so good.

She moans. She uses her left hand to lift her right breast. Watching herself in the mirror, she lowers her head and licks the nipple until it gleams with her saliva. Both nipples are stiff and swollen. She quivers as her eyes take in the way the black straps of her garter belt frame her bush. Her long legs look so sleek and lovely in the sheer charcoal stockings, her calves exquisitely flexed by the four-inch heels of the red pumps. After turning sideways, she looks over her shoulder at the shape of her ass, then cups a hand over one buttock and jiggles it. Will she ever be able to find a lover who can give her body the attention it deserves?

Now she leaves the mirror and she falls across the bed on her back with her thighs wide open. With a soft moan she slides her hands down over her body to the steaming flower of her cunt. She gasps and jerks, her hips arching upward as she closes her right hand over the hot mound of her pussy and slowly massages the dripping lips. How she loves the feel of her wetness beneath her fingers! Her cunt is loose and quivering now, ready to be loved and cuddled and provided with ecstasies. She spreads her throbbing labia and dips her fingers inside her vaginal opening. She groans as a delicious hot spasm washes over her body. Stretching the mouth of her cunt with a screwing motion of her fingers, she gradually slips her fingers deeper and deeper inside her canal.

She can feel the muscles in there grabbing at her fingers. Her eyes closed, her mouth open, she spreads her quivering thighs wide apart as she imagines she has a lover between her legs, a woman with a hard body and a long tongue, a tongue long enough and thick enough to fill her completely, and a tongue strong enough to lap her clit as long as she needs it. Valerie shudders as she starts stabbing her fingers in and out, twisting them enough to stretch the tissues around her clit and bring her closer and closer to an intense orgasm. Waves of pleasure engulf her senses. She bucks her hips, fucking back at her pumping hand, her fingers making a wet sound each time they plunge inward.

Suddenly the bedroom door opens, Frankie steps into the room and then freezes as she takes in the scene.

Valerie cries out, jerks her hand away from her crotch and rolls over on her belly with a groan. “Frankie, why don’t you knock?”

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Copyright Oggbashan March 2010/September 2019

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

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Our newly-formed amateur drama group had no money for costumes. We had asked our friends and acquaintances. Our local Church had offered us the leftover clothing from their next jumble sale. The drama group’s committee had agreed because they knew that the Church’s volunteers selected the clothing, discarded the rubbish and washed all of the items put in the sale.

At our next meeting the committee asked for volunteers to collect the clothing on Saturday afternoon. When Margaret wrote her name on the list of volunteers I waited until a few others had signed before adding my name. I didn’t want to be too obvious.

I was surprised when she approached me after the meeting. Surprised but delighted. I liked what I knew about Margaret. I enjoyed watching her particularly when she dressed for a period drama with large dramatic dresses or skirts that suited her large frame. I would like to know more and perhaps ask for a date but I was reluctant. Her relationship with Dave had only recently ended in tears.

“Alan?”

“Yes, Margaret.”

“Why did you volunteer?”

I thought fast.

“To help the group.”

“Is that all?”

“Well…”

“Did you volunteer because I had?”

“Er… Yes.”

I’d said it now. She might slap my face or…

She kissed me. We are almost the same height, or she might be an inch taller and certainly taller when wearing heels, as she was.

“Thank you, Alan. It is nice to know that someone fancies this ‘fat cow’.”

“Dave’s words?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Then he is blind or stupid.”

Margaret kissed me again, properly this time. My arms flapped helplessly as her hands closed around my head and tilted it back. Then I got the message. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close while I returned her kiss. When we parted she threaded her arm through mine as we walked to the car park.

“Alan, do you realise that we are likely to be the only ones there?”

“Why? There are at least half-a-dozen names on that list.”

“There are, but most of them sign up for work and never turn up. You must have noticed that you, I and a couple of others do all the work. You know that the Chairman, Secretary and Treasurer will be at a Drama Festival watching how others do it. With them away the others are unlikely to come.”

“Well… perhaps I hadn’t thought that far.”

“Perhaps you were only looking at me?”

“Perhaps I was.”

“Even when Dave and I were an item?”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I thought you were happy with Dave. You seemed to be.”

“I thought I was. I didn’t realise Dave was married.”

“He isn’t!”

“He is. He has three children and goes back to his wife each weekend. He told me he was visiting his parents. He was only here on a contract that ended two weeks ago. So he dumped me. He told me he was married, had had his fun with me, and was off to pastures new.”

“That’s despicable.”

“It is. I may have spoilt his next affair. I found his home address on a bill he left behind and I wrote to his wife. She rang me a week ago. She hadn’t known what Dave, who is actually called Derek, had been doing and is furious with him, not me. Sheila knows someone here, I don’t know who, but that someone told her that Dave hadn’t told anyone he was married.”

“I think that would have been me.”

“YOU!”

“Yes, Margaret, me. Sheila rang me. She was at school with my elder sister, Joanne. She was a family friend as well. When she asked me about Dave, I told her all I knew. I didn’t know that ‘Dave’ was her husband. As far as I knew she’d married a Derek. She had. He used the name ‘Dave’ while he was here. Since his surname is Smith he had kept it. Sheila didn’t react when I told her about Dave and you, even when I said he’d dumped you.

I thought she was making a casual enquiry about someone she knew. She didn’t give the impression of a wronged wife. The rest of the phone call was catching up on family news. I’ve met her and her children at my sister’s but I’d never met her husband Derek. He was always away on business. Joanne would have known him straight away because she was one of Sheila’s bridesmaids. I didn’t go to the wedding because I was in my last term at University. Had I been at home I would have. In my second year vacation I’d had a crush on Sheila. For a slightly older woman she treated my infatuation very sympathetically, letting me down gently, and leaving me aware, looking back, that she had been very kind to me.”

“How old is she? And Derek?”

“I’d have to work it out. My sister Joanne is six years older than I am. Sheila was the same class as her when they were at school but I think she is six months older. Joanne is thirty-four and her Antep Bayan Escort birthday is a couple of months away – so Sheila must be thirty-five. Derek, whom you knew as Dave, was a couple of years older than Sheila so he’d be thirty-seven or eight.”

We had reached the car park.

“Thank you, Alan,” Margaret said.

“For what?”

“For wanting me, for telling Sheila about ‘Dave’ and just for being you.”

She kissed me again. This was getting to be a habit. I kissed back and kept hold of her.

“Margaret?”

“Yes, Alan.” She was smiling at me.

“Do we have to wait until tomorrow afternoon to see each other again?”

“No.”

“Would you go out with me? Now?”

“Certainly. Where do want to go?”

I said “Where?” as she did. We laughed.

“Not far, Alan.”

“How far?”

“Would the back seat of your car do?”

“Yes.”

I had my car open as fast as I could. We climbed in. Margaret sat on my lap. She kissed me hard.

“I need to take some precautions,” she announced as we paused for breath.

“Precautions?” I was puzzled. I hadn’t expected to go so far that precautions were necessary. I wasn’t prepared. I hadn’t been with a woman for months.

“I don’t want you to go too far.”

“I won’t, Margaret.”

“I’m still not sure about trusting any man’s word. Not after Dave/Derek.”

“I can understand your reluctance after him. There’s nothing I can say because all I can offer are words.”

“You can give me your hands,” Margaret said.

“My hands?”

“Yes. If you can’t use your hands I’ll feel reasonably safe.”

“OK.”

“OK? Just like that?”

“I trust you, Margaret, even if you don’t trust me.”

She kissed me again.

“Turn round, with your hands behind your back. No. Stop. Take your jacket and shirt off first.”

That was a struggle. The back seat of my car isn’t spacious. Once I had bared my chest she took my hands behind my back. She tied my wrists together with a stocking she had taken from her handbag.

“Don’t worry. I laddered it earlier today. You can’t damage it.”

“That isn’t my worry.”

“Afraid that I might do something to you?”

“I AM helpless.”

“So you are.”

Margaret took her jacket off, revealing a silk wrap-over blouse with a black bra outlined underneath.

“I’m going to give you a sample, Alan. We haven’t got long because I have to get up early tomorrow morning. So…”

She unfastened the side ties of her wrap-over blouse. I looked straight at her cleavage. She certainly isn’t a fat cow but her breasts are heavy in proportion to the rest of her. I only regretted the lack of light in the car park. I could see but not well. She solved that for me. She pulled my head on to her breasts. I couldn’t see at all as she squashed her bra covered breasts over my face.

“Mmm!” I said.

“Mmm?” Margaret asked. “Is that all you can say?”

I pulled my head back slightly.

“It’s all your breasts let me say…”

She smothered me again. Her warm skin had a gentle perfume that was delicious. She wriggled so that she bent my head back and under her breasts. She retied her wrap-over blouse with me inside. I was short of breath. Her smothering was part of the cause. Excitement did the rest.

Her arms held me close. Her head dropped on top of mine. Margaret had wrapped herself around me.

After a few minutes of cuddling she relaxed her hold, unfastened her blouse again and sat back. She fixed her clothing.

“That’s all tonight, Alan. Enjoy it?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

She kissed me as if her mind was on other things.

“I’ll leave you now, Alan. See you after the jumble sale.”

She started to get out of the car.

“Margaret!” I protested.

“What?”

“You can’t leave me tied up.”

“Can’t I? No, I suppose I can’t if I’m going to see you tomorrow.”

She loosened the stocking around my wrists.

“You should be able to do the rest. See you.”

She was gone. Even though she had loosened the stocking it was another five minutes before I could free myself. She had driven off. I dressed and drove home, thinking hard. Why had she tied me up? Surely she knew I wouldn’t go too far?

In bed that night I slept with her stocking on my pillow. It still carried her faint scent. I pressed it against my face when I woke up. The perfume was fading but it was a tangible reminder that last night had actually happened.

After breakfast I tidied my small house and cleaned it thoroughly. It wasn’t messy or dirty but I made the effort to put away the few inessential items that caused a little clutter. I showered and changed before going to the Church Hall. Margaret had been right. There were just the two of us. We went into the hall and were surprised to see that everything had been cleared away.

“There you are,” said one of the helpers. “We were hoping you would be on time. There’s another group due in half an hour. Do you need help loading?”

“Loading?” I asked.

“Yes. Loading. Didn’t your Chairman tell you? We have packed all the clothes that were left over. You take them away. What you do with them then is up to you. Do you need help?”

“How much is there?” asked Margaret.

“About twenty-five black bin bags full. We were disappointed that we didn’t sell much clothing. We made enough, more than enough, on books, bric-a-brac and other things but I’m pleased that at least some of the clothing will be used. Don’t worry. All the clothes are clean. Our volunteers washed everything before we put it in the jumble sale.”

I looked at Margaret aghast. How would we shift twenty-five bags?

“We need both cars,” she said. “Yours is outside. If we are helped we might get it all in both cars. I’ll be back in five minutes.”

While Margaret was collecting her car, Mary, the organiser of the jumble sale, pointed out a small heap of black sacks that had been kept separate.

“Alan, we couldn’t put those out at the jumble sale.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Why not?” Mary continued. “They are all ladies nightwear but not intended for sleeping in…”

I got the message.

“I suppose we might be able to use the material?”

“Yes, you probably could. There’s lots of material in every piece.”

I was intrigued but I had so many other bags. Each bag was carefully labelled with the type of clothing. The bags Mary had pointed out were all labelled “Do not display” and numbered “one of six” etc.

Before she returned I had stuffed my car full of bags. I could just about see to drive. When Margaret drove up we filled her car. We had collected and loaded twenty five black sacks into our cars, completely filling them except for the driving seats. I tied the six “Do Not Display” bags to my roof rack. They would survive the short journey to my house.

The volunteers retreated back into the hall with our thanks.

“What do we do now, Margaret? We can’t contact anybody. The club doesn’t have a store yet. What do we do with all this?”

“Take it home.”

“Home? You have a studio flat.”

“You have more space, Alan.”

“But…”

“We need to sort it. Most of this will be useless. If we can sort out the unusable items they can go in the clothes recycling today or tomorrow. The committee will be back on Monday. If we have got this lot down to five bags then they might be able to find a home for them.”

“That will take a long time, Margaret.”

“It will. Not what I hoped for this weekend, but at least we’ll be working together most of the time.”

“OK.”

I didn’t really mean it. I didn’t want my clean and tidy house filled with twenty-five black sacks but I couldn’t see any other option.

At my house I unloaded my roof rack first. I piled the six “Do not display” bags on the landing. I would put them in the loft to examine when we had time.

When Margaret and I unloaded the other bags into my house, we found that all the bags were carefully labelled with their contents – ‘men’s suits’ etc. When we had unloaded most of the bags from her car I noticed that the next bag was labelled ‘children’s’.

“Hold it,” I said. “This bag is no use to us. It can go straight to recycling.”

Margaret backed out of her car holding two bags.

“Why?”

“These are children’s clothes. I can’t see we would use them. Can you?”

“No. We might if we have a pantomime but then the kids are likely to be dancers and have their own costumes.”

“Exactly. So any bags marked ‘Children’ can be dumped now.”

Margaret looked at the bags in her hands.

“These are children’s too.”

She dropped them on the pavement and reached in her car for two more bags.

“So are these.”

“And these,” I said pulling the last two bags out.

“Why don’t you make some coffee while I take these to the recycling bin?” She said.

“I’ll just check that we haven’t already taken some children’s clothes inside.”

“OK.” Margaret stuffed the five bags back into her car as I checked the heap we had already unloaded. I found three more bags and took them out to her.

“That’s all the children’s bags from your car. There may be some in mine but they can wait. Eight bags gone out of twenty-five is a good start.”

I had forgotten the six bags on the landing.

“It is. Make sure that coffee’s ready, Alan. I’ll be about ten minutes.”

Margaret drove off. I made the coffee and started unloading my car. It was a good half hour before Margaret returned.

“I forgot it was Saturday. Everyone was unloading recycling. The queue was enormous.”

“Never mind. The coffee’s ready and my car is empty.”

“Good.”

We went inside. We had to sit on stools in the kitchen because we had cluttered my living/dining room with black sacks. Margaret sighed as she sat down.

“I hadn’t expected so much work. I want to help the group but I thought we’d have time for each other as well.”

“We will have, Margaret. We have got rid of nearly a third of the pile already. We can be ruthless. No one in the group knows how much we collected. The committee won’t want a massive pile of clothes. They will have a problem storing anything until they have found a building to rent. They have been looking for months already.”

“So how will we do it, Alan? Any ideas?”

“I think we sort the bags as they are labelled and start with the men’s clothing. Much of that will be useless. Men don’t throw clothes away until they are worn out. If we need men in suits for a play – the men have suits. We are unlikely to find anything suitable for period drama except perhaps any leather items. So we should reduce the heap quickly. Men’s underwear, if any, can be thrown straight away.”

“Women’s underwear?”

“Depends. We might need some bedroom scenes. Panties and bras could go. Ditto pantyhose. Nightwear could be used or the material made into something else…”

“Not if it’s skimpy, Alan.”

“Perhaps not. But a nylon Baby Doll set would be very Sixties.”

“I’m not wearing anything like that on stage!”

“You probably wouldn’t have to. Be a great prop for a Whitehall farce though. Just the thing for a man to find in his briefcase.”

“A sexy bra would do for that.”

“Maybe. We don’t know what we’ve got. Ready to start?”

“Yes.”

As I thought, we sorted the men’s clothing easily. We kept a couple of 1950s suits and a few ties that were obviously period but we bagged the rest of the men’s clothes and dumped them in my car. There had been only four bags but even so we had now reduced the original twenty-five to thirteen.

We looked at the labels. Two bags were labelled ‘women’s coats’. We opened the first. It was short outdoor jackets or well worn raincoats. We kept two shiny and colourful PVC macs. We stuffed the rest back into the bag.

Margaret opened the second bag and produced a very long white padded coat with fur-trimmed hood that filled most of the bag.

“This is nice,” She said. I wonder why no one bought it.”

She looked inside for the label. Her face fell. She held it up. It was huge and long.

“It’s too large for me, and for a very tall woman. It might fit you.”

“Me? You’re taller than me.”

“You. Try it on.”

“It’s a woman’s coat.”

“So? We are a drama group. If you try it on I can look for any flaws. Go on.”

I shrugged my shoulders but stood up. Margaret helped me into the coat. It fell to my feet and splayed out on the floor. My hands couldn’t reach the end of the sleeves. It swamped me. She threaded the base of the zip together and pulled it up. As the zip rose the first slider closed the coat and the second slider opened it again.

“It’s a two way zip, Margaret,” I said.

“I know that now!” she snapped, pulling the lower slider back down.

“I was only trying to help.”

She hauled the upper slider right up. The padded collar turned up over my chin and mouth.

“Hey!” I spluttered.

Margaret flipped the hood up over my head. She stood back.

“Turn round, please.”

I turned. Her hands came round me and re-threaded the padded belt through its loops. I flapped the sleeves and accidentally caught her face.

“Stop that!” she snorted.

“Sorry. I’m lost in this.”

“So you are. Hold still.”

There were cords with positive lock sliders on the cuffs. She tightened them as far as they would go. She nearly trapped the tips of my fingers before I pulled my hands up the sleeves. She pushed my arms by my sides, threaded the belt through the cuff loops, pushed my arms to my sides and tightened the belt around them.

“Hey! What are you doing?”

“Exploring the possibilities.”

She dropped to my feet, lifted the hem of the coat to my ankles and heaved on the draw cord. Why should there be a draw cord on the hem? I didn’t know but now she had tied my ankles together. Margaret pulled down the padded collar and kissed me.

“What was that for?” I asked.

“A farewell kiss before…”

She pushed the padded collar over my mouth and pulled the draw cord on the hood. It tightened around my head until she pulled it forward. As she continued to drag on the cord the hood’s opening contracted, forcing the padded collar against my mouth and into my mouth as I tried to speak. When she had finished I could just see out of a small circle of fur.

“There!” she announced. “I’m done… and so are you. Can you get out?”

I struggled. I couldn’t move my arms. I couldn’t get my fingers out past the corded wrists. I couldn’t even speak. Each time I tried to, the collar filled my mouth. I shook my head and the opening moved. Now she had blindfolded me as well. She guided me across the room and lowered me to my settee.

She lifted my feet up to the armrest, removed my shoes, loosened the lower draw card then pulled at the coat. The coat covered my feet before she tightened the cord again bagging my legs inside.

Margaret moved the hood so that I could just see out. Her face moved away. The next thing I saw was a bare nipple descending on the opening and her breast cut off the light. She loosened the hood slightly and her bare breast covered my nose and eyes. Her hands pulled my hooded head tight against her breast, cutting off almost any air except for that I could get into my mouth around the padded collar. She withdrew her breast and tightened the hood again, plunging me back into darkness.

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Caty and her boyfriend were lying on a blanket in the park, it was a warm afternoon and they were taking a break from their studies. She didn’t quite know why, but she had been very horny lately, masturbating at least five times a day and fucking her boyfriend as often as she could. Ever since the activities with her professors and the outright orgy at the secluded house, she couldn’t seem to get enough sex, she was sure that even though she had passed his class, they would all fuck her any time she wanted, but she was trying to be true to her boyfriend.

There were people around, but his hand was on her small, pert tits and he worked at them until her nipples were rock hard. He was partially on top of her and this hid his other hand which was between her legs, rubbing her wet pussy through her pants, she wanted to fuck him right now, she didn’t care who watched, but he wouldn’t do it and as much as she begged him to take her back to their apartment and fuck her, he didn’t get up, he just kept feeling her and pushing her towards a climax. She could feel his hard cock against her thigh and she rubbed her body up and down on it, her orgasm was closing fast, though she would have preferred his cock in her when she came, her body was not going to be denied an orgasm due to details, she shuddered as it hit, his mouth covering hers muted her moans.

Afterwards, they lay back, hugging each other, “Hello,” a man’s voice said and they looked up at him, he appeared to be around 50 and in relatively good shape, there was a woman with him, also in good shape, but about 10 years younger. “My wife and I couldn’t help but notice that you two seem uncomfortable here on the ground. We have a place near here and would be happy if you would come to our home, there is drink and it is much more comfortable, besides, we love company.” Caty looked the two of them over, they were not a bad looking couple, she heard her boyfriend agree and he got up, offering his hand to help her to her feet, they grabbed the blanket and padded off after their newfound friends.

Their home was very nice, it overlooked the lake and was well furnished, the woman offered drinks, everyone accepted and they sat in the living room in front of a big screen television, chatting. Caty didn’t notice at first, but the woman kept hanging around her boyfriend, touching him at every opportunity, while the man seemed to be doing the same to her. They suggested a movie, Caty and her boyfriend agreed and the man set it up, while his wife sat next to Caty’s boyfriend. After the movie was in the machine, the man grabbed the remote and sat next to Caty, hitting the play button, at first she was hesitant as the porno film started, afraid that it would embarrass her. They had watched many porno films, but not in the company of strangers, always just the two of them.

The film started with an older man picking up a young girl from school, she had on a school uniform, plaid skirt, knee socks, white blouse and you could catch glimpses of the girl’s white panties. As they rode home, the man put his hand on her leg and started to move under the plaid Escort Bayan Gaziantep skirt, you could see anticipation in the girl’s eyes, then it cut to the man’s hand playing with her mound, tracing her slit with his finger through the panties, her skirt now bunched at her waist. The man pulled the car over and unzipped his trousers, pulling his delightfully long cock out and stroking it, Caty could feel herself getting wet and now she noticed that a hand was tracing her own nipple and it wasn’t her boyfriend’s hand.

The man in the movie drew the girl’s head into his lap and Caty shuddered as the girl’s mouth captured the head of the man’s cock and began to suck it, the man’s fingers drew the gusset of her panties to the side and a finger slid in, while the girl took more of his cock into her mouth. Caty noticed that the hand was now under her shirt and playing with her tits, she looked to see if her boyfriend had noticed and saw that the man’s wife had his cock out and was sucking it, while he gently moved her head. Seeing the girl on the tv sucking cock, while her own boyfriend was getting his sucked by the man’s wife made her shudder, but she realized she was shuddering from the man’s touches on her own body. Caty could hear her boyfrind moaning as the man’s wife took his cock all the way into her mouth and her husband now had a hand between Caty’s legs, the familiar feelings of the park returned, instinctively, she reached for the man’s crotch and was surprised to feel such a huge cock there, growing at her touch.

The man pulled his hands from her and opened his pants, freeing his cock and guiding her hand back to hold the firm flesh, she jacked it up and down, relishing the texture of it, secretly wanting it inside of her. She looked back and her boyfriend and the man’s wife were now naked, lying on the floor as the man’s wife straddled him and was guiding his cock to her waiting pussy, she engulfed him, lowering herself onto him and moaning as he filled her, Caty noticed the woman’s large, firm tits and the look of pleasure on her face as her boyfriend’s cock disappeared inside of her. Her hand jacked the large cock in it and she felt a hand pulling her top up, her grip was broken as the top was pulled off of her head and discarded, her hand was drawn back to the pulsing flesh between the man’s legs, he raised up and slid his pants and shorts off and she had access to all of his cock now.

He played with her tits, now that she was naked from the waist up, her nipples felt so hard that they could have cut glass and the hot cock in her hand was oozing precum, lubricating her up and down hand movements. She could hear moans from her boyfriend and the man’s wife, she looked to see the woman’s large tits bouncing as she bottomed out on her boyfriend’s cock, she realized how wet she was herself. A hand was pulling her head towards the big cock, she pulled back, not wanting to go, but the hand was insistent and she soon found herself with the cock staring her in the face. Again, she tried to pull back, but her head was pushed and precum coated her lips, she instinctively licked them, tasting the saltiness, “Suck it, my sweet. It longs to feel your mouth around it,” she turned partially, seeking help from her boyfriend, but he was lost in the bliss of his fucking, the woman’s tits were bouncing obscenely now as her pace had increased.

“They are lost in their own excursion, please suck my cock, it needs your mouth badly,” he wasn’t about to take no for an answer, so Caty opened her mouth and took him inside, her lips closed around the massive hard cock and she sucked. As much as she had not wanted to suck him, her mind reeled at the texture and taste of his large organ, pulsing in her mouth as she sucked, he kept urging her head down, forcing her to take more of it, until she thought she would gag. He now used a hand on either side of her head as he fucked her mouth, each time his cock going deeper, she tried to relax to alleviate the feeling of gagging, his cock burst into her throat and she winced, but he kept up his fucking motion, she could hear his wife screaming out her orgasm in the background, her mouth full of this man’s cock.

She struggled to catch her breath, feeling his cock twitching, knowing that her throat would soon be deluged with cum, he suddenly forced her head down as she felt his cum shoot directly into her throat, it was hot and felt like it was burning as it slid down towards her stomach. He pulled her head up, his cock exiting with a plop, she turned to see her boyfriend’s face contorted as he let fly with his own orgasm, filling the woman with his seed. She looked at the screen, the old man and the school girl were home now and he had her bent over a chair as he fucked her roughly, her skirt on her back, her blouse open as the man mauled her tits while he fucked her.

She turned back to see that the woman’s husband was now completely naked and he stood Caty up and peeled her own pants and panties off, she stepped out of them and the man led her to the arm of the sofa, mimicking the scene on the screen as he bent her over it and pushed her legs apart, she was so hot now, she didn’t resist as she stared at the man’s cock, hard once more, she wanted to feel it in her. It felt like a hot poker when he slid it inside of her, it spread her open and she gasped at the size, little did she know that he had other plans for it and her pussy was only a means of lubrication. She had gotten a fair share of cocks in her ass while dealing with the professor and his friends, but this was a much larger one than she had ever experienced, she shuddered when he withdrew from her pussy and had it poised at her anus, his hands moved to spread her cheeks as his hips eased forward.

She yelped as the head popped through her outer ring, then he fed her the rest, not even allowing her time to adjust, it felt like the red hot poker was taking the walls of her ass inward with it, she grimaced and cried out at his size. It had felt wonderful in her stoked up pussy, but it would take a lot of getting used to in her ass, he fucked her not caring, he loved her tightness. She had heard the man’s wife begging him to fuck her in the ass, but now the pain had tuned out any other sounds in the room as her mind concentrated on her ass being skewered. She fought to relax, because when she did, it wasn’t so bad having the big cock in her ass, but he was speeding up now, he no doubt was getting off on her tightness and how her ass clung to him.

Just when she thought she was finally used to it, it began to swell with his impending orgasm, she could feel each vein as he pummeled her ass, then he exploded, his groans filled the room as she felt his hot cum coat her insides. Just as he calmed down and rested on her back, the girl and man in the movie came together and her boyfriend filled the wife’s ass with his load, the whole room wreaked of the smell of sex. When he pulled out of her, she could feel her ass gapped open and his cum trickle down her thighs, she couldn’t even stand up, she was so weak. He slapped her ass cheek just before he moved around her to sit on the sofa, “That was the best ass I’ve had in years, Honey. You are a piece of work, I might have to have that again,” the thought made her cringe, she hoped that he would take her pussy instead.

When she could finally stand, she saw that the man’s wife was once again sucking her boyfriend and her husband was watching the porno, the girl was now on all fours while the older guy drove into her, it was getting him hard and she wondered how long it would be before he was in her again. She hoped he didn’t want another blow job, she hated a cock in her mouth after it had been in her ass, but she knew he wouldn’t take no for an answer, he was stroking it now, as the man on the tape plowed into the young schoolgirl. He motioned for Caty to get on her knees between his legs, she knew she had no choice, but the sounds of her boyfriend and his wife having sex and the porno were exciting her, so she sank to her knees and engulfed his huge prick as she drove the thoughts of where it had been recently out of her mind, it was a beautiful cock after all and it did feel really good in her mouth.

She was deepthroating him again and she heard her boyfriend moan out another orgasm in unison with the man’s wife, she lost herself in the blowjob at hand, feeling the texture of his cock as it kept entering her throat. She grabbed his scrotum and felt the large balls, rolling them in her hand as she swallowed his cock, one hand went to her clit as she rubbed it furiously, she was close to cumming. He pushed her off him and spun her around until she was on all fours, then he drove into her, his large ball sac striking her clit as he drove the huge cock in her pussy, it set her off and she was cumming, her pussy squeezing his cock and he came as well, she felt jet after jet of his hot cum fill her, lengthening her own orgasm. She looked up to see her boyfriend and the man’s wife watching them fuck, the sounds of his body slapping hers as well as the squishy sounds of her wet pussy pushed her into another orgasm, she collapsed on the floor, spent and he fell on her back, his big deflating cock dribbling the last of its cum on her thigh.

She and her boyfriend hardly spoke on the way home, she needed a shower badly and her ass still hurt, it was unspoken, but she knew they would visit this couple again.

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