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Brooke Ch. 04

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Brooke and I made our way downstairs and through the crowd to the food table. There was some food left, but most of it had been eaten already. Brooke stopped to fix each of us a sandwich as I walked over to the kegs to get us each a beer. After pouring two beers, I joined Brooke over by the food table. She had managed to scrape together enough to make each of us a sandwich and found some chips. We finished our food as people came up to us, especially Brooke, and complemented her on the dance routine earlier. It seemed like everyone enjoyed it. Some even commented on my dancing, which I know wasn’t nearly as good, or appealing, as hers.

After we finished our beers and food, I went back over to the kegs to get one final beer for each of us before we left the party. While drawing our beers, a drunk frat boy came up and started talking with me like we were old friends.

“Hey man, how’s it hanging?”

“Fine,” I replied, while trying to get away from him. He already had an arm draped around my shoulder.

“We’ve got some good action going on upstairs if you want a piece of it,” he said, slurring every other word.

“Not interested,” I replied.

“C’mon man, this is too good to pass up. We have a new field hockey player, and she’s DTF! You need to get some of this, I did. Hell, we all have!” he said laughing.

I immediately thought about Amanda, and was sure she was who he was talking about.

“You got her on something?” I asked, trying to get more information out of him.

“Nah . . . didn’t have to. She was making out with a friend of mine at the beginning of the party and then they went to his room. He said I could tag along. After he did’er, she asked me to fuck’er too, so I did. My friend went to get some others, and she did all of them and more. She’s wasted, but its only the beer. She hasn’t had anything else that I know of.”

I thanked him for the information and went to get Brooke, while he was yelling at me, “Better get you a piece of that ass!”

I gave Brooke her beer and told her what the guy told me. We both knew it had to be Amanda, and decided that we better go rescue her, for her own good, whether she was aware of it or not.

We made our way through the crowd and back up the stairs to the room where we saw Amanda earlier. I opened the door, walked in, and found a guy zipping up his pants.

“She’s all yours now,” he said, “but I think she’s worn out. There’s not much action from her. She just kinda lays there and takes it.”

I walked over to the bed as he left the room, Brooke behind me. Amanda was on the bed on her back, arms over her head, legs apart and hanging over the corner of the bed, just as the guy left her.

“Are you gonna fuck me now?” she asked me as I walked over to her.

“No, Amanda, I’m not going to fuck you.”

“How’d you know my name?” She asked.

“I’m Steven. You came with me, Brooke and Liz to the party. Do you remember that?” I asked.

“Yeah, I remember that, and I remember wanting to fuck you, too. You sure you don’t wanna?”

“Amanda, I’m with Brooke, remember?”

“That’s ok, I won’t say anything to Brooke about it if you do.”

“You just did, she’s right here behind me. We’re gonna get you cleaned up and take you home.”

Amanda giggled, looked over at Brooke and said, “Sorry about that Brooke. He’s so fucking cute, though.”

Amanda was a mess. It was quite obvious that she’d several partners tonight.

“Amanda, I need to ask you something. Did anyone force you to do this? Did they give you anything? A pill or anything?”

Amanda started crying. She was talking, but much of it was incoherent due to her crying and her state of inebriation.

“Nobody forced me to do anything, and I don’t think they gave me anything. I was making out with some guy downstairs. He said I was pretty, and he wanted to take me to his room where it would be more private. Once we got here we started making out and he took off my clothes and said he wanted to do it with me. I’d never done it before, and wanted to see what it was like. We fucked, and then he asked his friend if he wanted to fuck me too. I was willing, at first, and then after the first couple of guys, I thought it really didn’t matter, and just went with everything.”

“Are you sure nobody forced themselves on you?”

She was answering, but not making much sense. She would come and go, sometimes speaking clearly, for someone who was inebriated, other times, barely coherent. As far as I could ascertain, nobody forced themselves on her or gave her anything other than beer, but they certainly took advantage of her innocence and state of drunkenness. I felt bad that I let it go on for so long, as I was fairly certain at the time this is what was happening. She closed her eyes as if she was falling asleep again.

“Amanda, wake up, we need to get you cleaned up and out of here,” I said to her several times, getting little or no response.

“We’re gonna have to clean her up and get her dressed,” I said Eskort Bayan to Brooke, who looked like she was about to vomit. I was right. She rushed out the door and threw up in the hallway. I followed her outside. Brooke is a very audible vomiter; has been all her life, and this was no different. Just the sight of Amanda made her sick, and she was not quiet about it as she threw up in the hall.

“Steven, I don’t think I can go back in there, she looks so pitiful. I can’t believe she let them do that . . .”

“Ok, you stand by the door and don’t let anyone go in. I’ll try to find something to clean her up a little before I dress her. I can’t put her clothes back on her as she is, and I’m not going to parade her through the crowd looking like she does now,” I said as I rushed down the hall to the bathroom. Why I thought I’d find anything in there to clean Amanda up, I’ll never know. The place was a mess. I went back into the hall and found a linen closet, which, amazingly, had some clean towels and washcloths. I wet the wash cloths and I grabbed a bottle of body wash from the shower and took it with me back to the room, where I found Brooke waiting patiently for my return. There was no one else in the hall.

“I at least want you in the room with me when I clean her up, Brooke. I don’t want to be in there alone with her, the way she is and all.”

“Fine. I’ll go in, and I’ll try to help, but I’m not promising I won’t get sick again, but I’ll try not to.”

Brooke went in with me, and we walked over to the bed beside Amanda. I tried talking to her again, but she wasn’t making any sense at all. She would, however, follow commands. I took the washcloths and put some of the body wash on them and began washing Amanda off enough that we could get her dressed. We would have to give her a shower when we got her back to the hotel, but I wanted to get her clean enough that we could dress her.

After washing her up some, I dried her off. I asked Brooke to look for her clothes, which she soon found in a pile in a corner of the room. Brooke was able to help me get Amanda dressed, and by the time we finished, Amanda started coming around some, and was more talkative.

“Amanda, we’re gonna take you back to our hotel room and get you a shower and then try to get you sobered up some before we take you back to your hotel and your mother,” I shared with her.

Amanda thanked me, and then started crying. “I don’t know why you’re doing all this for me, I’m nothing but a . . .”

I cut her off before she could go any further.

“Don’t worry about anything now, we’ll talk later. We just want to get you out of here. Do you think you can walk?” I asked her.

“I can try,” she said, while trying to stand. While wobbly, she was able to stand and then walk, with assistance from me and Brooke. We made our way to the door, down the hall and down the stairs, where we met Liz.

“You guys leaving?” Liz asked.

“Yeah, we need to get Amanda sobered up before we take her back to the hotel room. Can you come along and give us some help?” I asked.

“No fucking way I’m taking care of that slut,” Liz responded. I thought momentarily about the irony of that statement, with the show Liz put on earlier in the evening, but I let it slide. “I’m staying here for a while, and then I’m going back to the hotel. I’m not messing around with her.”

“Fine,” I said, taking Amanda outside for some fresh air. I knew she’d never make it walking back to the hotel. Looking down the street I spotted a taxi. I waved at him, and he started his engine and pulled up in front of us.

I told him the name of our hotel, and he knew the place. I’m sure these frat parties give them much business, at least I hoped so. There was nobody in there tonight who was in any shape to drive home.

I asked the driver to take us to the side door so we wouldn’t have to go through the lobby holding Amanda up. The door at the side was next to the elevator, so we could take that to our floor. I paid the driver and we got out. With Brooke and me bracing her, Amanda was able to walk to the hotel and to the elevator. We finally made it to our room, and let Amanda lie down on the bed.

“Whew,” Brooke sighed, “I didn’t think we were ever going to get back here. This room looks good to me now.”

“Yeah, it does. Now we need to get her showered and sobered up some. You start the coffee and I’ll start the shower,” I told Brooke.

Leaving Amanda on the bed, I walked into the bathroom and started the shower. I left it on the cool side, hoping that it would sober her up faster. We needed to wash her good, and wash her hair, which was matted.

When I returned to the bedroom, Brooke was making the coffee, so I started undressing Amanda.

“Amanda, we’re going to get you in the shower to clean you up and sober you up some before taking you back to your hotel. Is that ok with you?”

“Yeah, that’s ok. Thank you for taking care of me. I’m such a fuck up,” Amanda said as she started to cry again.

I removed the clothing I had just put on her a few minutes ago, and got her ready for the shower. Amanda, with our help, was able to make it to the shower, but was not able to wash herself. Brooke and I got her into the shower, and Brooke held her as I washed her again. I started with her hair, and washed it for a long time. Amanda seemed to enjoy it as I lathered her hair and massaged her scalp, trying to get everything out of her hair. After finishing her hair, I thoroughly washed the rest of her body. Amanda helped some, and Brooke held her steady as I finished up. We got her out of the shower, and as Brooke held her, I dried her off and dried her hair. Amanda was able to brush through her hair, but that was about all she could do for herself.

Brooke got out some panties for me to put on Amanda. We threw Amanda’s old ones away. The rest of her clothes were in good enough shape for her to wear home. After we got her dressed, Brooke gave her some coffee, and she sipped at it for a few minutes.

The three of us sat down on the side of the bed, with Amanda between us. Brooke took the hairbrush from Amanda and began brushing her hair for her as we talked. Amanda had one cup of coffee and I got her a second cup. I didn’t really know if it would help that much, but it was the least we could do for her.

Amanda admitted that she wouldn’t have thought of doing what she did if she hadn’t been drinking so much, and was very much embarrassed by the events of the evening. I asked her if she was on the pill, and she said that she wasn’t. I suggested that she go to the pharmacy in the morning and get a morning after pill and take it. I also suggested that she go to the doctor when she got home to make sure she didn’t pick up a STD. I was sure that the chances were good since she had sex with six or more, probably more, guys. After about an hour, we were ready to take Amanda back to her hotel. I left to get the car, and told Brooke that I’d call when I got back to the hotel. Amanda thought she could walk down to the car, but Brooke insisted that she stay with her until I got back.

About twenty minutes later I had retrieved my car from the restaurant where Brooke and I had dinner, called Brooke, and the two of them came through the front door. I opened the door for Amanda and she got into the back seat. Brooke got in front with me. We drove over to Amanda’s hotel and I parked close to the lobby entrance. The three of us went into the hotel, got on the elevator and went to Amanda’s room. She said that she and her mother had a two bedroom suite, and she was sure that her mother was already in bed in her room, and didn’t think that she’d run into her. Amanda used her key card to open the door. She kissed both me and Brooke on the cheek and thanked us for taking care of her. Brooke said that she’d call her in the morning just to check on her. As Amanda went into her room and closed her door, both Brooke and I gave a sigh of relief.

Brooke didn’t say anything as we drove back to the hotel. When we got inside our room, she threw her arms around me and kissed me.

“God that was awful,” she said.

“Yeah, it really was. I hope she does ok. I feel bad that I didn’t do something earlier to stop her, but it sounded like she did it on her own free will, even though she was drunk and all.”

“I’m ready for bed, Steven. This evening has worn me out.”

I agreed, and the two of us stripped down and crawled into the bed together. I kissed Brooke a couple of times, but neither of us were in the mood for anything else after all we’d been through. Brooke rolled over on her side, facing away from me. I slid up to her and spooned her. This is my favorite way to sleep with her. I draped my arms around her and gently rubbed her tits, kissed her neck, and soon we both fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning to the sound of water running in the shower. Looking at the clock on the night stand, I noticed that we still had a couple of hours before we needed to be at the school to talk with the admissions director. I lay in the bed for a couple of minutes, waiting for Brooke to finish and return to the bedroom. Thinking of her in the shower, I started to get hard. I rubbed my cock for a few minutes, and then got out of the bed and made my way to the bathroom. As I entered the room, I could see Brooke through the glass walls of the shower stall. She looked so beautiful standing there, rinsing herself with the hand-held shower spray. Her hair was hanging down her back and around her right shoulder. Her luscious tits were pert, her nipples hard, as she sprayed the lather off her tight frame.

I walked over and opened the door, reached in and turning off the water, I pulled her close and kissed her. Brooke stepped out of the shower and kissed me as I wrapped one arm around her, and dropped the other to her firm ass. After kissing her for several minutes, I grabbed a towel and dried off every inch of her luscious body, took her by the hand, and led her back into the bedroom. She fell backwards onto the bed, and I joined her. With her back propped up by the several pillows on the bed, I lay beside her and started kissing her again.

While kissing her, I rubbed her thighs and her chest as she squirmed beside me, her legs wrapping around me. I grabbed her ass while we kissed, feeling the softness of one cheek and then the other. God, she felt so wonderful. I kissed her tits, and slowly moved down her chest, kissing her and licking her. I sat back and pulled her pussy to my crotch while kissing her and feeling her body. Brooke raised her legs so that they were over my shoulders as I started kissing her inner thighs and her pussy, with both hands on her tits. Brooke moaned wildly as I lapped away at her pussy. She sat up, bringing her crotch to mine, sitting on me and gyrating her hips against my cock, which was hard and flat against my abdomen. I reached around her and pulled her chest to mine, feeling the softness of her tits and the hardness of her nipples as they pressed against me. In one movement, Brooke rolled back and brought her legs back over her head, offering her pussy to my mouth. I started licking her pussy and her sweet ass with her legs bent back now to the point that her knees were almost touching the bed. I spread her knees apart and started licking her pussy and gently rubbing it. My tongue darted in and our of her wet hole as she brought her legs back down to the bed, spreading her knees wide apart as I licked her pussy and, reaching up, rubbed her hard nipples between my fingers. Brooke was moaning louder now as I continued sucking and fingering her. Her tits felt so soft, and her nipples grew harder to my touch. She looked so sexy with her legs spread, knees up, and pussy exposed to my every desire. I licked her pussy and her ass, getting her very wet. Brooke moved a hand to the back of my head, pressing my mouth tighter against her pussy. I moved my hands to her inner thighs as I rubbed them lightly while eating her out. Brooke continued to moan in pleasure.

I couldn’t get enough of her sweet sex. Placing my hand back on her tits, I continued licking and sucking at her slit, while Brooke continued to moan, bucking her hips up, driving my tongue deeper into her pussy. I could smell the aroma of her sex, which was driving me wild. Lapping away at her pussy lips, I wanted more of her. I used my fingers to spread her lips apart, and licked rapidly up and down the outer flesh of her slit, tasting the sweet juices that were emitting from within. I licked every inch of her pubic area, sucking the juices, taking in as much of her as possible, while massaging her ass with both hands. I wanted her. God, I wanted her. I moved up so that I was kneeling over her, knees on either side of her, and brought my hard cock to her mouth. My sister leaned forward, and started sucking my cock as I moved back and forth slowly. She continued to moan while sucking on my hardness. She licked the head of my cock. I grabbed it and rubbed it around her face and mouth, with her tongue lapping away at the head of my cock, tasting the pre cum as it oozed out of my slit. I leaned forward, allowing her head to rest back on the pillow as she sucked me, bring me intense pleasure with the softness of her lips and swiftness of her tongue. Brooke grabbed my cock and rubbed it slowly on her tits, with my pre cum leaving a trail on her flesh. While rubbing my hard cock all over her tits, she was looking at me with her sexy smile. She brought the head of my cock to her mouth, licked off my cum, and then took it back into her mouth. She continued sucking my hard cock while I reached around and began rubbing her slit. I wet my fingers to get her moist. She sucked away at my cock as I massaged her pussy with my fingers, driving them deep inside of her. We continued like this for a long time, giving each other the pleasure we each desired.

Brooke got up, turned around, pressed me back onto the bed so that I was facing her. She spread my legs and crawled up between them bringing her face to my face, her tongue to my tongue. She pressed her face hard against mine and kissed me passionately as I rubbed her back and ass. Brooke moved her face from mine, crawled down, and took my cock back into her mouth as I rubbed her back, neck, and tits. She started bobbing up and down on my cock rapidly, sucking it and pausing to lick it from my balls to the tip of my cock. She did this several times before she wrapped her lips around my cock and started sucking hard. God the feeling was awesome. My nude sister was between my legs, sucking my cock and rubbing my thighs. She continued licking me and jacking my cock, licking my shaft and sucking the head of my cock, moaning louder and louder as she did so. I watched her face as she sucked me off, god she was so fucking beautiful. Up and down she went on my hard cock, stopping to lick the head several times. She then licked up the shaft of my cock, through my pubes to my abdomen, and licked her way up to my face and began kissing me again. She moved up so that she was now sitting on my hard cock while kissing me passionately, and grinding here pussy against my abdomen, with my cock just beneath her pussy.

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When Camilla returned home around lunchtime the next day, she saw Candice at her laptop, looking at pictures of nude Camilla on her new porn website. When Camilla came up behind Candice, Candice was looking at a picture of Camilla bent over with her legs spread wide open, her anus and vagina in clear view. Camilla (in the photo), looking upside down from between her legs, grinned back at the camera. Candice was breathing heavily, and Camilla–dropping her red dress on the floor behind Candice–just admired herself in the picture.

“Camilla, you look so hot in these pictures!” Candice said, fingering herself. “Remember what you said yesterday about me doing POV porn with you? I think I’ll do it. I’d like to see video of you eating me out.”

“Great,” Camilla said as she kicked off her high heels. “I’ll call Bob later on today. Maybe we can do the video shoot tonight, or soon, anyway.”

Turning away from her laptop and admiring Camilla’s nudity in the flesh, Candice said, “Speaking of pussy-licking, how about us doing a sort of rehearsal now, Camil?”

“Sorry, baby, I can’t. I got a lot to do today,” Camilla said as she undid her bun and let her hair drop down to her shoulders.

“But, Camil, it’s been half a week since we last made love,” Candice said with a frown.

“I’m sorry, sweetie; we will soon. I’ll call Bob and get him to do a video of us ASAP–probably tonight. But now I’ve got a lot to do. I wanna get an appointment with Dr. Singh for another HIV test, or a test for whatever could be in me that’s maybe killing off my lovers.”

You’re killing me emotionally, Candice thought.

“I’ve also gotta get my trigonometry textbook for next week’s summer school classes,” Camilla continued. “Then I wanna go to my old tae kwon do school and resume my old lessons; I hope my old teacher is still there–he’s so hot. Then I want to go back to my old primary school and see Mr. Finch, one of my old teachers there. I used to have such a crush on him.”

“You had a crush on this old teacher,” Candice said with an incredulous sneer. “You used to have the hots for that old teacher. How many of your teachers, past and present, have you had a crush on, or wanted to fuck?”

“Well, I don’t know exact numbers,” Camilla said, trying to calculate how many in her mind. “But of the male teachers, I’d say at least one in five.”

“Damn, girl!” Candice was stupefied.

“Gotta change and go,” Camilla said, then she showered, brushed her teeth, put red nail polish on her finger- and toenails, and painted her face up brightly like a whore. Then she put on yellow lace panties, white denim shorts, and a white tube top that tightly hugged her breasts. After putting on some high heels and perfume, she grabbed her purse and left the apartment.

Candice, still frowning, lit a marijuana cigarette and looked at more of Camilla’s photos and video.

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After running all the errands she’d told Candice about, Camilla went back to her old elementary school to look for Mr. Finch. As she walked down the hall toward his classroom, she looked in one classroom and saw her former grade two teacher, another one of those one in five.

She walked into his classroom and locked the door behind her. He was at his desk writing. “Mr. Gray? Hi, sir!” she said with an ear-to-ear grin.

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking up at her. “Do I know you?”

“You used to be my second grade teacher,” she said, approaching him. “I’m Camilla Mennon: remember me?”

Rising from his chair and walking up to her, he tried to remember who she was. “I’m not sure; I’ve taught so many girls over the years.” He wished he could remember, for the twinkle in the sexy girl’s eye was turning him on. Indeed, he did remember a story circulating among the faculty about a nymphomaniac former student who recently had been roaming their school halls and throwing herself at Mr. Baker and Mr. Finch.

Standing in front of him, she said, “This should help remind you.” She put her arms up around the tall teacher’s neck; when he put his hands on her hips, she jumped up, squealing with ecstasy as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. “Remember me now? I always used to jump up on you like that.”

“Oh, yeah, little Camilla,” he said with a smile. “It wasn’t exactly this way back then, though: you were lighter, and when you did it, it was all sweet and innocent. You never jerked your thighs as you are now, as if we were making love.” His hands were on her gyrating ass, holding her up.

Giggling lewdly at his recognition of the obvious sexual meaning of what she was doing, she said, “Well, I’m 18 years old now, and I can be as naughty as I like with you, my handsome teacher.” She continued thrusting aggressively against his thighs. “You’re so strong, sir: you can still lift me.” She unwrapped one leg and pushed it against his groin, feeling his large erection. Always looking straight up in his eyes and with her mouth Bayan Eskort open, she unwrapped her other leg and slowly slid down to the floor, both of her legs now pushing against the big bulge in his pants. “Ooh!” she yelped from the sensation of his obviously large cock. Then she pulled him down by his necktie to bring his head to her; she whispered in his ear, “It’s so big.” She giggled lewdly again.

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Two male teachers were watching Camilla and Gray from outside his classroom. “That’s Camilla, the slut,” the first teacher said. “She must have been the one Baker and Finch fucked. And to think, I can still remember teaching her back in grade three, when she was completely innocent.”

“How quickly they grow, eh?” the second teacher said. “So she’s been throwing herself at all the male teachers here?”

“Yeah,” the first teacher said. “Easy pussy. Now it’s Gray’s turn. I daresay, soon it will be my turn.”

“And mine, too,” the second teacher said. “Even if she’d never had me as a teacher before.”

Noticing Gray turn his head to look out the window of his classroom door, the two teachers quickly walked away.

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Looking up at Gray, whose chest was level with Camilla’s eyes, she said, “You’re so tall and I’m so short.” Then she giggled like a little girl. “If school’s over, why are you all still here?”

“Administrative stuff,” he said. “Meetings and all. Today’s the last day, I hope.”

“Ooh!” she said suddenly, swaying her hips uncomfortably. “I gotta go pee-pee. Can you take me to a toilet, please, sir?”

“Sure,” he said, and he took her out of the classroom over to a teacher’s washroom, opening the door for her. As she walked in, she unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, revealing some of her yellow panties to him. He looked down, savouring every detail he saw.

“Thank you, sir,” she said as her shorts dropped to the floor. He, making sure no one in the hall saw him, followed her in and locked the door.

“Those are pretty panties, sweetie,” he panted in a low voice.

“Really?” she said with a high-pitched voice and a grin. “Thank you.” She giggled and bent over to draw his eyes to her ass. Then she pulled down her panties and kicked off her high heels. She turned around so he could see her wispy brown pubic hair, and she sat on the toilet. As she peed, she looked up at him with a feigned look of naive innocence–the wide-eyed, wide-open mouth of a little girl, as if she didn’t at all know that peeing was something done privately. He looked down between her wide-open legs and watched the golden juice sprinkling loudly into the toilet bowl water. He got his hands on her tube top and pulled it up slowly to remove it; she looked in his eyes acquiescently as her large breasts were revealed, totally allowing him to pull the tube top up her raised arms and off her body. Now completely naked, Camilla reached for the toilet paper and wiped her vulva dry. Then she got out her perfumed wet napkins and cleaned herself. She brought her legs up as she wiped herself so he could see her pink pussy. As she continued wiping, she opened her labia wide for the viewing pleasure of his greedy eyes; her purple vaginal opening was almost as agape as his mouth.

“Oh, sweetie,” he sighed in awe at what he was looking at. “You are truly beautiful.” She grinned and giggled her thanks.

Suddenly, a knock was heard on the door. “Mr. Gray?” a man’s voice said.

“Yeah?” an agitated Gray said.

“The principal wants to talk to you in her office, right away,” the man said urgently. “It can’t wait.”

“OK, give me a few minutes,” Gray said, then whispered to Camilla, “I gotta go.”

“Before you go,” she whispered, “lemme show you something.” She got up, turned around, spread her legs, and bent over so both her anus and vagina were showing. He licked his lips as he stared at the new, brown hole. Holding one of her Luvlee’s name cards, she put her hand between her legs to give the card to him. Still bent over and looking upside-down at him from between her legs, she said. “That’s where I work. Come over and see me tomorrow night, OK?”

“OK,” he said. “Sorry: gotta go.” Opening the door slowly at first to make sure no one was in the hall to see him, he left the washroom to go to the principal’s office.

Shrugging her shoulders, Camilla put her clothes on, left the washroom, and went to Finch’s classroom.

He wasn’t there when she walked inside, so she went over to the back area where his bed was. She looked around the area: the bed lay to the left as one goes in the niche; to the right was a sink with coffee and mugs on the counter. Bemused and eagerly waiting for Finch to come in, she didn’t notice the sound of very soft footsteps as someone crept up behind her. Then she heard soft breathing: Mr. Finch is here at last, she thought. She felt soft kisses on the back right side of her neck, and hands gently touching her arms. She moaned at the pleasurable sensation. Soon those hands went under her arms and slowly pulled down her tube top, exposing her breasts. The hands cupped and caressed her breasts, then gently pinched her nipples. Her pussy was moist with desire: what magic fingers and lips! Mr. Finch must be sorry for squeezing my tits so hard last time, she thought; he’s so gentle now!

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Gray walked into the principal’s office. “You wanted to talk to me about something?”

“No,” she said, sneering at his question. “Who told you I wanted to talk to you about something?”

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Those hands massaged her breasts so pleasurably, as did those lips on her neck, that at first Camilla didn’t notice her shorts being unbuttoned and unzipped. When she felt a light tugging down on them, she woke up from her ecstasy to realize two men were enjoying her! She looked down and gasped at the surprising sight of Mr. Keyes, her old grade three teacher, squatting and pulling her shorts down. Looking back, she expected to see Finch behind her; her breasts wiggled freely when those magic hands had let go of them, and her nipples were pointy and fully erect. She was shocked to see that the man who had been feeling her tits was someone she’d never seen before!

“Mr. Keyes?” she said in a state of aroused disorientation.

“Oh, Camilla, sweetie,” kneeling Keyes sighed in awe at the pretty pair he saw jiggling from above. “Your tits are so beautiful!”

“Thank you,” she said, still shocked, yet horny all the same. Looking back at her groper, she asked, “And you are…?”

“Mr. Dawson is a new teacher here,” Keyes said as he removed her high heels. “He’s been with us for the past two years now. Mr. Dawson, Camilla; Camilla, Mr. Dawson.”

“Nice to meet you,” she said, reaching behind and shaking Dawson’s hand.

“Enchanted,” Dawson said as he looked up and down at her naked body. “More than you can imagine.”

Keyes then pulled her feet through the leg holes of her panties. She was now completely naked: Keyes looked up and down in adoration of her flawless frontal nudity. “Oh, sweetie, your whole body is so beautiful. How did you grow from a sweet, skinny little girl to such a sex goddess?”

“I don’t know,” she said, her eyes and mouth still agape from the surprise she’d got. “Good genes, I guess.”

“You can say that again,” Dawson said as he ogled her callipygian behind. Both men were lecherously licking their lips and studying every inch of her bare skin.

“What’s it like in here?” Keyes asked, reaching between her legs. He fingered her wet pussy aggressively, making her bend forward. She moaned as his index and long fingers went up her cunt. “Oh, this is nice.”

“Thank you,” she said, not at all indignant at the men’s lust, and still reeling from their surprise accosting of her. “What do you guys want me to do?”

Dawson opened her buttocks and eyed her anus. “Your asshole is really pretty, Camilla,” he said, stretching the orifice wide open.

“Thank you, sir,” she said. “There’s anal lube in my purse.” She bent over to get her purse; Keyes, still squatting, watched her breasts come down closer to his face.

Dawson grabbed her by the legs and lifted them up towards him; this made her fall forward, her breasts falling on Keyes’s happy face. Keyes grabbed her by the arms to break her fall, but shook her so her breasts, on either side of his head, would slap against his cheeks. He took the left one in his mouth and sucked it briefly; then he put her on the floor and got up. She was now on the floor on all fours; Dawson had her legs spread wide open so her pussy and asshole were on display. She gave Dawson the anal lube, and he lubed his cock as he licked her asshole, getting a generous amount of his saliva on it. His tongue enjoyed feeling the wrinkly texture of her brown asshole, and he admired the total absence of any faecal odour. Then he lubed her rectum and pushed his hard cock against the orifice. Meanwhile, Keyes pulled his cock out of his pants; it got fully erect as she wiped it clean with her wet napkins. When Dawson had pushed his cock two inches inside her asshole, she opened her mouth wide and groaned with pleasure; she turned her head so he could see her acquiescent reaction. Then Keyes turned her head back towards him and put his cock in her mouth. Dawson pushed his cock in another two inches, and her mouth widened even more in reaction; Keyes took advantage of this and put his cock all the way in. She was deep-throating him, but not gagging–he was impressed. Dawson pushed in all the way now, and began sliding in and out of her tight rectum. Both men were moaning with delight at the amazing lover they were sharing. Camilla played with Keyes’s balls, and stimulated his cock in as accelerated a manner as she could; similarly, she squeezed her ass around Dawson’s dick to hurry up his orgasm. Indeed, she didn’t want these men to be fucking her ass and mouth for too long a time: she was waiting for Finch, and imagined that him seeing her with Dawson and Keyes would ruin the mood for Finch.

Her accelerations of their excitement were working, and they would orgasm in a matter of seconds. She pulled Keyes’s cock out of her mouth to lick his shaft and kiss his knob; he blew his load all over her face. She moaned softly and submissively as each splash of come soaked her face: the first shot hit her nose; the second, her right eye; the third, her lips; the fourth, her left cheek. All the while receiving his ejaculations, she continued squeezing Dawson’s cock every time it went deep inside her. “I’m gonna come!” he moaned, and when he pulled back and out she tipped his cock up, not letting it go back in her ass: he splashed his come all over her round buttocks. The first shot splattered against her anal cleft; the second, on her left buttock; the third, on her right buttock, and the last, on her left buttock again, only further down, along her gluteal sulcus.

They wiped the remaining come that dripped from their cocks on those parts of her face and ass not yet soaked with come; then they put their spent members back in their pants and zipped themselves up. Camilla took two of her Luvlee’s name cards out of her purse and gave each man one. “I’m a lap-dancer there; please come over and see me sometime. I’ll be there tomorrow night.”

“Surely,” Dawson said.

“See you Thursday night,” Keyes said, and both men left.

Though Camilla didn’t come during her sex with them, she was very excited, and she eagerly anticipated Finch’s coming into the classroom. It was 3:30 in the afternoon, and the school hadn’t been closed yet. Would he show up? She hoped so. She took a cloth and some paper towels from the counter by the sink opposite the bed; she used them to wipe the come off her ass and face. Then she washed her face with soap, and put on more make-up: bright red lipstick, dark purple eye shadow, thick mascara, and pink blush. Admiring herself in the mirror above the sink, she, still nude, said, “Whore goddess.”

Suddenly, she heard the door open and footsteps walking inside. They sounded like a man’s shoes, not like high heels. Please be Mr. Finch, she thought. The footsteps came closer to the back niche area where she was. Breathing heavily, she turned towards where the man would walk in and see her frontal nudity. He came in: indeed, it was Finch!

“Camilla,” he said with a smile of lecherous delight. “How good to see them–uh, you, again.”

Giggling, she looked down at the tits he was obviously admiring and said, “Thanks. Good to see you, too. Wanna fuck me?”

“Of course, though I don’t have much time,” he said. “My wife will be here within the hour. Maybe we can squeeze in a quickie.”

“And squeeze in a dickie?” she said, lying on the bed and spreading her legs for him.

“And squeezing some tittie,” he sighed as he unzipped and pulled down his pants. He got on top of her in the missionary position, and pushed the tip of his cock against her vaginal orifice. She sighed with delight as he slowly pushed his cock further in. He grabbed her breasts and kissed her on the lips as he continued sliding his cock inside her pussy. Her sighs and squeals rose in pitch and volume; he turned on the radio to drown out the sound of their moans. He pushed it all the way in, and she squealed as though it had been painful, though it was extremely pleasurable. After four thrusts of his cock, the knob poking against her A-spot, she came. He kept sliding in and out of her dripping wet cunt, and continued squeezing her breasts; his excitement was so great that he was oblivious to how sometimes his squeezes hurt her. Still, she tolerated the pain, since his cock was driving her wild. The knob kept poking against her A-spot, and the thickness of his shaft was always rubbing against her G-spot; she came a second time. He pulled up her right breast so he could put the nipple in his mouth; he sucked on it for several seconds as he continued shoving his cock in and out. Finally, he came inside her.

He pulled his spent penis out, put it back in his pants, and they rested awhile, slowly catching their breath. A half and hour had gone by during their fuck.

After another ten minutes of resting and talking, Finch felt ready to have more fun. Camilla, always naked, had her back to him as she put her make-up and tube of anal lube back in her purse. He came up behind her and fondled her breasts as Dawson had before, though not nearly as sensitively as Dawson had. He kissed her on the neck and shoulder, and she moaned softly, squealing slightly at the roughness of his grabbing hands.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed Finch by the shoulder and pulled him back, turning him around and making him let go of her tits. A once-again startled and disoriented Camilla also turned around to see what was going on; her breasts shook like two hills of jelly, and she revealed her frontal nudity to yet another person to whom she hadn’t been formally introduced–Finch’s wife.

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It was Saturday, and Joseph was in his usual routine with his girlfriend. Weekend sex with her, was the only time they had sex. Joseph was always horny, and a couple times a week was nowhere near enough, which is why he masturbated multiple times a day, throughout the week. But at this moment his girlfriend’s legs are spread, and he is pumping her with his thick cock. She is moaning up a storm, and about to have her 3rd orgasm on his cock. Joseph wants to cum, but after a few years of fucking her, the excitement isn’t there like it used to be. It takes him much longer to cum now, which his girlfriend Tina, doesn’t mind at all, of course.

Joseph knows what he needs to do to get himself turned on enough to cum, but he’s been trying a long time to not do it. He knows it’s wrong, but he can’t help it sometimes. When he wants to push himself over the edge, he fantasizes about his co-worker Monica. He has worked with her for 2 years, and from the moment he met her, he was instantly attracted to her, and his attraction has only grown. Monica is a beautiful Mexican girl, with very fair skin. She has long brown hair, she usually keeps braided. She has gorgeous brown eyes, and the cutest smile, that reveal her braces. She is only 5’4, with perky, DD natural breasts, which look even more impressive because of her size. She has a little muffin top, with a little belly, but not chubby. She is everything Joseph wants physically in a woman.

And once again, Monica’s image is uncontrollably in Joseph’s mind, as he fucks his girlfriend. He knows now that he is thinking of Monica, he will cum very soon. It’s pretty much the only way he cums anymore, whether he is fucking Tina, or masturbating, picturing doing sexual things with Monica, makes his cock pulse, and explode. His pumping becomes harder, and more deliberate, as he picture’s it’s Monica’s pussy he is pounding. He closes his eyes, and thinks of Monica’s beautiful face, and adorable braces looking up at him, as he gets ready to fill her with his load. His girlfriend moans louder and explodes in another orgasm. A few seconds later, with the thought of Monica telling him to shoot deep inside her, Joseph erupts inside Tina, filling her pussy with his warm cum. He rolls over, and his girlfriend rolls over, putting her head on his chest, but his only thought is that he wished it was Monica laying next to him.

The rest of the weekend flew by, with Joseph masturbating 5 times, all the while thinking about his co-worker. Monday came and Joseph was excited, because he would get to see Monica at work. They had the same Monday thru Friday schedule, and Joseph couldn’t be happier about that. The got along well, and made a good team. Joseph, would stare at her cute little butt as much as he could, and that was a whole lot. He often day-dreamed of pulling her pants down and licking her ass right there. A couple times she turned around to ask him a question, and caught him staring right at her ass. He would just tell her he was zoning out.

It was hard for Joseph to concentrate at work, with a good portion of his shift fantasizing about his co-worker. This had been on-going for so long, and not being able to make his fantasies come true, made Joseph take whatever he could get from her. He would sometimes go into the break room, and sniff her jacket, hanging on the coat rack, so he could smell her perfume. She kept a small pillow cushion in her locker to sit on during her lunch break, since they had really hard, uncomfortable chairs at work. Sometimes when she would go to the bathroom during her break, Joseph would quickly sneak to the back to smell her cushion, and get a whiff of her ass. And Joseph’s favorite, since he had a intense foot fetish, was to smell her flats. She went to college nearby, and would wear her flats to school, but hen she came to work, she would kick her flats under the lunch table in the break room, and put sneakers on to wear while she worked. Any chance Joseph got to make his way to the break room, and get under the table to bury his nose in her flat, he took. He had only seen her bare feet once when she had worn new boots to school, and when she came to work, she had asked him to help her pull them off, as they were hurting her feet. When her feet came out of her boots, Joseph saw the most gorgeous feet he’d ever seen. They were small, and perfect. Her toenails were painted red, and to him, they were flawless. Joseph remembered in that moment, wanting to grab her feet, and start licking and sucking them. He would have settled for getting one of her boots, burying his nose in it, and breathing in her foot smell.

As Monica came into work and said hello to him, Joseph’s heart started beating faster. He knew he had strong feelings for her, and he didn’t just lust for her. He wanted her to be his girl. He wanted to treat her like his princess, and pamper her in every way. He wanted to pleasure her, and worship her. There were a couple roadblocks though. He had a girlfriend, and she had a boyfriend. On top of that, Joseph didn’t know if bursa escort she would have interest in him, as far a a relationship, anyways.

As she walked to the break room to hang up her jacket, Joseph looked down to stare at her flats. He loved flats because they trapped girls’ foot smells really well, and seeing girls dangle them off there feet, was always an instant hard-on. He had hoped she would go to the bathroom during her break, so he could run to the back and smell them. But when she came out to tart work, he saw she was still wearing her flats, rather than her usual work sneakers. He figured no harm in asking her.

“Where are the sneakers Monica? I never see you wear your flats out here.”

She rolled her eyes in annoyance of her situation.

“I know! I’m so stupid! I totally forgot them at home, and I didn’t have time after my classes, to go home and get them, so I’ll just be wearing these all shift. I hope I’m not too uncomfortable, since I’ll be on my feet the whole day.”

Joseph was disappointed since he wouldn’t have a chance to smell her flats since she would be wearing them all shift, but he will definitely will enjoy watching her wear them.

It was a long busy shift, but they got through it, and closed up shop. They usually took about 30 to 45 minutes completing tasks they had to do every night at the coffee shop, and tonight was one of the longer nights. Often when they were done, they would hang out a bit in the break room, and have a cup of coffee. When they both retired to the back, Monica immediately started complaining.

“Fuck, my feet are killing me! Wearing these flats all shift, was not fun. They feel so sore. I can’t wait to kick these off at home, and rub them.”

Just hearing that made Joseph really excited. Thinking about her rubbing her sweaty, smelly feet, was such a turn on. It made him wonder though, why she would need to rub her own feet, instead of asking her boyfriend.

“Just ask your boyfriend to rub them for you. You can’t give yourself a good foot massage.”

Monica let out a big “Ha!”

She looked annoyed.

“My stupid boyfriend thinks feet are gross, and won’t touch mine! And on top of that, he complains that they smell bad! So I have a foot sweat problem! So What?!”

Joseph couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Her boyfriend had this perfect beauty, with perfect feet, and a sexy smelling foot odor, and he wasn’t enjoying every inch of them.

“Are you serious?! What is his deal?! No offense, but he’s crazy. I would rub your feet every day, as many times as you wanted!”

Joseph couldn’t believe what he had just said. It was his honest reaction, but not one he felt he should have shared with her. Thankfully it seemed she didn’t think he meant it, and was just being nice.

“Oh why thank you sir. Let me kick off my flats and you shall rub my feet!”

She was clearly joking, and started to laugh. Joseph had spent too long fantasizing about her, and he figured this was his best chance to get more than he ever had from her. He slapped his knees with both hands.

“Come on, put those feet on me, and let me give you a great massage.”

He smiled at her, as an out in case she got upset. He would then tell her he was joking. What she did was just stare at him for a few seconds before speaking again.

“Are you seriously offering to massage my feet?”

Joseph kept smiling at her.

“I sure am offering. You said your feet hurt, and your boyfriend won’t rub them, so why not let me?”

Monica looked like she was running a lot of things through her head.

“I mean, I’m appreciative you would be willing to rub my feet, but don’t you think that’s kind of weird? I mean, I don’t think my boyfriend would be happy about it, if he found out, and I doubt your girlfriend would be either.”

Joseph shook his head.

“Monica, it’s not like we’re having sex. I’m just massaging your feet. People pay for massages all the time, and it’s not considered weird or cheating is it?”

Joseph could tell his reasoning was giving a glimmer of hope she would agree with him, and let him touch her feet.

“Well, no, it’s not cheating, but I don’t know. You don’t moonlight as a masseuse, do you?”

She started to giggle.

“No, I don’t, but I guarantee you, you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.”

Monica smiled, showing her braces, that Joseph thought were so cute on her.

“Oh, you’re that good, are you? And how do you know you are that good? Your girlfriend, I suppose.”

With all the confidence in his skills, Joseph responded.

“Not just my girlfriend, but every other girl I’ve given massages to. Never had any of them not tell me I was amazing.”

Monica, had a quizzical look on her face.

“So do you just go around offering girls, foot massages? You must be a fan of feet. It’s like you have a foot fetish.”

She started laughing, but Joseph was not ashamed to admit it.

“Actually I do. Do you think bursa ucuz escort that’s weird?”

Monica stopped laughing, and seemed to be working in her head whether he was telling her the truth or not.

“No, I don’t think…Well it’s a bit strange…No no no! I don’t mean strange, I just…What do you like about them?.

Joseph knew he just had to be fully open and honest.

“I find feet sensual. I love the way they look, when they are nicely cared for. I love the way they feel. I love the way they smell. I love the way they taste.”

Monica cut him off.

“Whoa, whoa , whoa! Did you you say you like the smell, and the taste?! Do you mean you like when they are washed and smell like detergent, or perfumes, or whatever?”

Joseph started to get a little embarrassed. Her reaction came across like she might call him a freak at any moment. It crossed his mind to tell her it was all a joke, but is instinct told him, no guts, no glory. He was going all in, even if his honesty scared her off.

“I’m fine when they smell washed and clean, but what I really like, is when they are sweaty, and stinky.”

Monica’s mind was blown.

“But why?! Stinky feet…Well, they stink! That is not a pleasant smell. I know! My feet smell so bad after a day of wearing my flats!”

Joseph badly wanted to tell her how he would regularly sneak back to the break room to smell her flats, but that might be too much for her to hear all at once, and she might feel he invaded her privacy in some way.

“Well, how should I say this? For guys like me, when we are really attracted to a girl, those smells are sexy. They get us excited, and turn us on. It’s like taking in the girl’s essence. It’s very intimate.”

Monica’s head was moving, as was her mouth, but no word’s were coming out. She had no idea what to say, or think.

Joseph felt he needed to say something.

“Listen, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. If you think I’m a weirdo, I totally understand. Forget everything I said.”

Monica finally found her words.

“No Joseph, I don’t think you’re weird! I really don’t! It’s just, I’ve heard of foot fetishes, but I didn’t know about enjoying them when they stink. It just caught me off guard. And please don’t feel embarrassed. I do need to get home though. My feet are feeling ok now so I’m good, but thank you so much for offering, really!”

No matter what she said, Joseph was embarrassed.

“Ok, goodnight Monica. See you tomorrow.”

Joseph went home a few minutes later. He would normally go into the bathroom at home, and masturbate to thoughts of Monica, but he wasn’t in the mood that night.

For next few days at work, things were a little weird with Monica. They still talked, but both seemed a bit on guard. She also hadn’t stayed after they closed to drink coffee with Joseph. He figured she was too weirded out by him now. He hadn’t even looked at her feet all week, aware that she might be on the lookout for him doing it.

Finally Friday came, and it was quite busy. Lot’s of running back and forth, and the AC hadn’t been working for the last couple days, so it was hot. The shift seemed endless, but they made it through. Monica locked up, and Joseph started mopping. He noticed someone had dropped a wallet after one of the tables, so he got down on his hands and needs and grabbed it. As he was tuning around to get back up, he saw Monica’s feet right in front of him. She was wearing her flats, and not her sneakers. He looked up and Monica was smiling down at him. Joseph stood up.

“Hey, didn’t expect you to be right here when I turned around.”

Monica’s smile got even bigger.

“Sorry if I startled you, but did you notice my shoes?”

Joseph looked down again, and pointed.

“Yeah, i just noticed you aren’t wearing your sneakers. I thought flats make your feet hurt when you have to walk in them all day at work?”

Monica’s kept flashing her beautiful smile.

“It does make them hurt. It makes them hurt a lot. I guess I’m just lucky I have someone to massage them for me.”

With that, she turned around and started walking towards the break room. At the door she turned her head.

“You coming? My feet don’t have all night.”

Joseph tossed the found wallet on the counter, and hurried to the back. When he got there, Monica was already sitting down on a chair, with her cushion on it.

Joseph couldn’t believe this. “Is this really happening?”, he thought to himself. He couldn’t help but wonder what had changed. He didn’t want to ruin this, but he had to know.

“I’m totally gonna give you a foot massage, but just wondering why the change? You seemed a weirded out on Monday.”

Monica looked down at her hands.

“To be honest with you, I was a little weirded out, but all week I was thinking about it, and what you said about why you like it, and about how it’s sensual, and it made me wish my boyfriend wanted that with me. bursa elit escort So I asked him yesterday to rub my feet, and his response was, “I don’t want to touch your feet ok! I can smell them from here! I’ll give you money, and you can go pay for a massage.” He really hurt my feelings. It made me feel he was grossed out by me in some ways. I started to think how I wished I had a boyfriend who was into me so much, he welcomed me in all ways, including my stinky feet. Actually, I thought about you.”

Joseph was taken aback. This was so much to process. He had many more questions, but he felt it best not to ask her more at this moment, since clearly she had been bothered by her boyfriend’s reaction. He sat down, and pulled his chair forward. Monica smiled, and without saying a word, she put a foot on each of his knees. Joseph got himself ready. This was his fantasy come true, and it was happening now. He had smelled her flats plenty of times, but now he was going to get to enjoy that smell directly from her sexy, perfect feet. He reached down, and grabbed her right flat by the heel, ready to slip it off.

“Wait Joseph, one thing first. I have to warn you. I haven’t showered since Wednesday, and I’ve kept my flats on the whole time. Even in bed!.”

As she flashed her smile, Joseph’s cock began to swell even more than it already had. Having been told by him, that the stinkier the better, she took it upon herself to make her own feet as stinky as possible. She most definitely was his dream girl.

He smiled at her, and then turned his attention back to her right foot. He slowly pulled her flat off, revealing her magnificent feet. It had been to long since he’d see them.

“How does it look, to a foot fan like you?” She said with a giggle.

Joseph looked her right in the eyes.

“These are the most beautiful feet I have ever seen in my life.”

He meant it, and the look in Monica’s face told him, she believed he really felt that way, but she didn’t believe her feet were that great. Hearing him say that was not only flattering, but it was also kind of a turn on. But it was just a massage, she kept telling herself. She then smelled her foot stench wafting to her face, and she wanted to gag. She knew her feet stank a lot, but not showering, and keeping her flats on for a few days, really took the smell to another level. It was a mix of vinegar, Doritos, and cheese. She didn’t want to look at him, but when she did, she saw a guy who looked like he was in heaven.

“Joseph, you ok? Is the smell too much, because if it is, I understand.”

Joseph looked up and smiled at her.

“Monica, don’t take this the wrong way, but it’s the sexiest smell I’ve ever smelled.”

With that he began massaging her right foot. Monica started to moan, but in pain, as her feet were aching. Joseph looked up at her again.

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna work out the aches, and bring in the pleasure.”

Monica smiled and closed her eyes.

Realizing this, Joseph slowly moved his head closer so he could get a better whiff of her feet, even though the smell was so strong, he could smell it the second he puled off her flat. He was in ecstasy, massaging his dream girl’s gorgeous, soft feet. And the smell was heavenly. He wished he could bottle the smell of her sweaty, unwashed feet, and bottle it, so he could take it with him everywhere, to enjoy. After a few minutes he stopped, and pulled off her let flat, and began rubbing that foot.

Monica kept her eyes closed, thinking both about how strange it was that her co-worker was rubbing her feet, but also, how damn good he was at it, and how incredible it felt. He was expertly going back and forth between each, rubbing her heels, soles, and toes. She never thought she would like having her feet touched, this much, let alone love it, as intensely as she was loving it now.

Meanwhile, Joseph was trying with everything he had, to not start tonguing every inch of her feet. He wanted to taste them, and feel them in his mouth so bad, but he wasn’t going to press his luck. Not now at least.

“You enjoying my massage techniques?”

Monica responded, eyes still closed.

“Mmmmm. Yeah, I’m loving it so much Joseph. You weren’t kidding when you said you were good. God, I could go for these everyday.”

Without missing a beat, Joseph replied…

“Well you have a volunteer here.” he said, as he chuckled.

She smiled, and then her head fell back, and she started to lightly snore.

Joseph had done such a good job, and she felt so relaxed, she fell asleep. Joseph thought about continuing to touch and smell her feet, but he wanted her to enjoy it too, and he better get her up so she could go home. He lightly tapped her shoulder.

“Wake up sleepy. My massage bored you into la la land.” Joseph jokingly said.

Monica opened her eyes, and smiled. She stretched, as she started to respond.

“Sorry, it just felt so good, and I am so tired, and…Wait, what time is it?!”

Monica took her phone out really fast, and turned on her screen.

“Dammit, I’m late! I was supposed to meet my boyfriend, and I totally forgot! Sorry Joseph, but I have to hurry.”

Perfect, he thought. He did all the relaxing of her, and her boyfriend was going to get to enjoy it.

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It was a hot summer afternoon in Phoenix. We had been to the lake waterskiing with some friends, and now were back at my apartment, relaxing to some smooth jazz, and trying to cool off from the 118F outside.

She was still wearing her bikini under a T-shirt, and I was wearing my jeans. We were lounging on the floor, just laying next to each other, and kissing gently. She sat up and pulled her T-shirt off and stretched like a long, lean cat. I was totally mesmerized by her, and completely amazed by her beautiful body.

I asked her if I could see her breast, and she said that would be fine, but I had to take off my shirt, too. I did that, and then she reached back and removed her bikini top. I kissed and licked all over her breasts, and was really enjoying myself. Her nipples had gotten very hard, and were sticking out and just begging for me to suck them.

I moved down and licked across her stomach and then started trying to untie her bikini bottoms. She arched her back, then raised her butt off the ground, and in one quick bursa sınırsız escort motion, yanked off the bottoms. For the first time, I was actually seeing- and touching- a real live, naked woman. She said that I had to take off my jeans, and I did that in about a half-second. Then we held each other and kissed and snuggled together. I was as hard as a rock, and my prick was poking her through my briefs. She felt amazing. I was just rubbing my hands all over her, smelling her, kissing her, and trying to memorize every inch of her.

Suddenly, she reached down and stuck her hand into my underwear, and grabbed a hold of my dick. I froze. She just held on, tightly squeezing me, as I pulsed hard in her hand. She pulled me on top of her and kissed my forehead and my lips. She was perfect. I was lying on top of her and looking into her eyes, not really knowing what to do. I was scared and thrilled at the same time.

She spread her legs wide apart and held me tightly, moving slowly beneath me. She moaned softly and asked bursa üniversiteli escort me to make love with her.

“Is this how?” I asked. She said, “You’re almost there- just move up a little bit.” As I did, I felt the tip of my dick touch the folds of her pussy. She was so hot it almost felt like I was burned. She moved a bit up and down, and the head of my dick slid back and forth across the entrance to her pussy. Then, she just grabbed my butt, and pulled me up towards her mouth. As she pulled, I easily slid inside her and gasped with the pleasure of feeling her around me. I had never felt anything like it. My dick was wrapped tightly in this amazing tunnel, hot and wet, and gripping me my entire length. I couldn’t even exhale, it felt so good.

She looked deeply into my eyes, and smiled, and said, “Breathe.” I did. Then she said just to take my time and enjoy her. She said I was big, and was filling her up. I don’t think I’m that big, but it was nice to hear that. bursa anal yapan escort She moaned, and squeezed my dick with her pussy muscles, and we began to move together, then apart, then together. It was the most incredible feeling I had ever experienced. It didn’t take long before I knew I was going to explode- she felt too good. I told her that I was going to cum, and she said it was okay, she was on the pill, and I should just go for it. With that said, she began to move, and squeeze, and flex her pussy, and I moved in and out quicker and quicker. She was panting loudly now and I was feeling my balls tingle and I knew we were close to both going over the top.

She pulled my tightly against her, and starting saying “yes… yes.. YES!!!” over and over, and suddenly my balls blew and I began squirting into her. She yelled again, pulled me deeply into her and held me so tightly I could barely breathe. I was grunting and pumping into her as hard as I could. We both were cumming and cumming and cumming. Finally, I was spent. Her tight pussy had milked me completely, and I rolled off of her, and lay on my back, gasping. She lay on her back next to me, gasping also, and with a grin, asked me “Are you SURE this is your first time? WOW! You did really well.” I lay there and caught my breath, and said it really was. She laughed, and said, “Just remember, next time keep breathing.”

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For a while, things were good with Jimmy. We had moved in together, and everything was great between us. The events described in my last story became pretty commonplace. I can’t even count the number of times Jimmy ate me out at a party to get my cunt ready for somebody else.

Things got complicated real soon when Jimmy asked me to marry him!

I told him I really did not know about that, and I felt like a free spirit who wanted to fuck around more before settling down with any one guy. He told me he was OK with my fucking around, but we are not going to find anyone else that we are happier with.

This made sense to me. I was almost convinced, but then I realized I did not know if Jimmy was going to keep accepting my fucking around. Maybe after we were married he would start to pressure me to be faithful.

I told him that I’d think about it over the course of the next few months. I also told him I was going to use these few months to test him. I was going to start cheating on him a lot more, and if he could take it without complaining, I knew we would be meant for each other.

He claimed to have no problem with this.

The first thing I did was to set up a profile on a dating site. I made Jimmy help me set it up. He also took some nice pictures of me; my profile pic showed quite a bit of cleavage!

Naturally lots of guys messaged me, and I went out on lots of dates.

I found way to include Jimmy in all this. Whenever I would go on a date, Jimmy would move into the guest room. We set up a lot of hidden cameras in the living room and bedroom, so that Jimmy could watch me getting it on live.

Usually, having invited the guy to our house, I would excuse myself before the sex under the pretext of freshening up, and then pop into Jimmy’s room to have him eat me out. Once I had orgasmed and was nice and slippery, I would go have sex with my date. After my date had left, it would be time for seconds with Jimmy.

It was very erotic to ride Jimmy right after he jacked off watching me and another guy. I also enjoyed telling him details about our date; how far I allowed bursa escort the guy to go during dinner and the movie, and, naturally, how his cock felt when it was inside of me.

Jimmy passed his test with flying colors; he didn’t complain once. Even after I fucked a different guy every day for two weeks, he did not complain. Of course, I did give him special treatment. I made all the guys wear condoms; Jimmy was the only one I let shoot into me without a rubber.

I decide to take a different approach next. Jimmy seemed to be pretty turned on by the idea of me fucking so many guys. I decided to see if he was so cool about it if I consistently got it on with the same guy.

I picked one of the guys I had fucked the previous couple of weeks. I made sure to bring him home every day for sex for two weeks. I even introduced a lot of dirty talk that I knew would piss Jimmy off. I regularly told this guy I loved him during sex. I also had a habit of screaming that I wanted to have his babies.

Naturally I told Jimmy it was all for show.

I could tell Jimmy was riled up by all this, but he said nothing. I was very satisfied with how well he was passing the tests I was setting for him.

My next step was to start having sex with guys Jimmy knew. This felt like crossing a line, and I was very eager to see how Jimmy would handle it.

The first guy I did was an instructor for a course Jimmy and I were taking. We weren’t doing too well; both of us were getting Cs. It was not much work to convince this guy to give both me and Jimmy A+ if I let him fuck me.

So pretty soon I was getting pounded by our instructor in the living room while Jimmy was watching it from his room, as usual. Our instructor was not very good, to be frank; his penis size was below average. On the plus side, he did run off at the mouth during sex, calling me dirty names every few seconds: whore, slut, fuck toy, prostitute.

It felt pretty exciting to walk in to his class the next day holding hands with Jimmy. I felt like such a slut!

I then went through a few more guys I knew Jimmy was bursa ucuz eskort friends with. His roommate from the previous year. A couple of high school friends. A teammate from the college basketball team Jimmy played on.

Next, I started going to all of Jimmy’s games next. I told him that if our team lost, I would try to fuck one of the star players from the opposing team. Sure enough, after every loss I’d be home with a basketball player I’d pick up during one of the post-games parties. “You played so well,” I’d tell him as I was riding him, “so much better than my boyfriend who played for out team. Would you like to be my new boyfriend?”

Obviously I’d never return their calls afterwards, but it was exciting to fuck with Jimmy’s mind like that.

A few months of this had passed and Jimmy seemed pretty accepting. I decided on one final test; something that would cross a few more lines.

I wanted to see if he would still be OK with my regularly fucking someone who lived with us.

I first suggested that we rent out one of the spare rooms in our apartment for the summer to make some extra cash. I think Jimmy suspected what my plan was, but he never said anything. I made sure that a nice-looking buff guy named Chad ended up being our renter.

I started fucking Chad the day he moved in.

Basically, I just started flirting with him right in front of Jimmy. Pretty soon, the two of us were making out on the couch while Jimmy sulked and watched us. One thing lead to another, and I was soon riding Chad’s cock while Jimmy watched us and wanked off.

The whole summer I was a slut for Chad. We had really nice sexual chemistry, and we fucked two times every day. By contrast, I only made love to Jimmy once a day, and not every day.

I would be cruel to Jimmy. Sometimes I let him watch, and sometimes I told him to leave the room. I wanted him to wank off as he listened to our lovemaking. When I did let him watch, both me and Chad would talk to him during the sex.

“I love how your girlfriend is tight, bro” Chad would say. bursa anal yapan escort “I don’t know how given how many men she has fucked.”

“I could never date such a slut,” Chad also liked to say, “but good for you that you get off on watching your woman.”

As for me, I liked to make Jimmy say things he did not want to say. I would tell him I wouldn’t let him watch us unless he thanked Chad for fucking me. Sometimes he would leave, and sometimes he would sigh and thank Chad.

Other times I would make him take a more active role. I would make Jimmy undress me in front of Chad and lube me up before I would let Chad pound me.

Sometimes I would make Jimmy sleep in the guest room while me and Chad fell asleep together.

Sometimes I felt bad about doing all this to Jimmy who I loved but the fact is that when I did have sex with him he was more horny than ever. So he must have been enjoying it somewhat.

Jimmy knew that I would never say no to anything Chad asked. I was a total whore for him, and I was ready to fuck him anytime he wanted. This created some exciting situations sometimes. For example, I would be sucking Jimmy or riding his cock when Chad would come in and demand some sex. Naturally, I would leave Jimmy and take care of Chad first.

Chad also loved to fuck me while I was on the phone. Sometimes I would be talking to one of my girlfriends or to my parents when Chad would just come up to me and start finger-banging me. When I was wet enough, he would just slide his cock inside of me.

He loved to do it when I was talking to Jimmy on the phone. Then he would make me describe to Jimmy everything that was happening.

Finally, the summer was over. It was August 31st, Chad’s last day here. Of course, Chad was quite happy with our arrangement and wanted to live with us indefinitely, but I said no. My test for Jimmy was over, and he had passed with flying colors.

I decided to tell Jimmy in my own way. I told both of them that I would have a last fuck – for old times sake – with Chad and it would be very special and I wanted Jimmy to watch.

This time I let Jimmy participate. I was bent over a chair, getting fucked from behind by Chad, and making out with Jimmy at the same time. I was wanking Jimmy’s dick with my hands. As Jimmy was coming – and as Chad was shooting a load inside of me for the second time – I said to Jimmy, “Yes, I will marry you.”

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Neville felt like a new man. He had a job he loved, great friends, and now, finally, his own wheels. Tyler had offered to co-sign for him once his license got reinstated but Neville believed the man had already done enough for him. Plus between what he had stashed away with Paris and what he saved in the four months since he’d been home he had more than enough to buy himself something nice. It wasn’t new or his usual taste but it was his and that was what mattered most to him. His first car had been a “gift” from his father. He used the quotations because his father only gave it to him to run his errands and to chauffeur Ms. Pru around so he didn’t have to anymore. Neville wasn’t even allowed to keep the keys until he left for college, where he totalled it being an idiot but that was his old life. The life that didn’t belong to him. Sure his screwing it up was his own doing but you have to burn a few pancakes before you get the perfect one.

That’s not to say that he would call his life perfect but it was getting there. He still lived with Tyler and Gianni but that was looking like it was going to be permanent. In the beginning he felt himself a burden but now they were becoming a family of sorts. He and Gianni had developed a brotherly bond, the sexual tension having dissolved at some point without their knowledge. And Tyler remained a reluctant patriarch of their created clan, often yelling at the younger guys to “keep it down” when their video game smack talk got out of hand. Even Brion had become a fixture at the house, spending most weekends snuggled up or rough housing with Neville before the two departed for Sunday dinner with Mac and Margie. They started inviting Gianni after he commented about Neville not bringing home enough leftovers to share and was welcomed warmly to the table. Margie didn’t have any children of her own and enjoyed the interest Gianni showed in her recipes for island delicacies. His playful flirting caused a bit of the silly young man to come out of Mac which only made Margie like him that much more.

Neville couldn’t have imagined his life would been so good when he first stepped out of that prison however many days ago it might have been. He didn’t even count anymore, never even looked at his calendar. Even knowing what day it was seemed an arbitrary notion these days. Now he measured his time in moments. How many more letters Neville and Gianni would add to the word HORSE when they played with Brion. How long it would take Tyler to ask Gianni what was for dinner when they got home from work.

He never remembered smiling so much, even Brion noticed Neville’s new fun loving demeanor. They had always played but he never remembered Neville being so playful. Being an only child, his interactions with kids his own age had always been awkward. Now he spent every Sunday morning with Brion helping him work out the little guys and ladies in his program. He didn’t have much basketball insight but that didn’t much matter to them when Neville hoisted them to his shoulders to slam dunk.

Even now, as he drove his used late model Charger to surprise Brion at his day job he couldn’t stop his grin. It was one of those high maintenance personalized gyms for the wealthy in a high rise overlooking the bustling downtown with windows so high up passersby couldn’t see you sweat. Brion loved it. He told Neville he never got paid so much to do so little and it allowed him lots of downtime to meet his best friend on all his breaks. Garrett Restoration was stationed downtown for the time being redoing a condo for a friend of Tyler’s about a block away from Brion’s gym so needless to say they had been seeing a lot of each other, but in a mostly platonic way.

Not today though. Neville had made reservation at a restaurant Gianni recommended for it’s intimate atmosphere and out of the way location. Brion wasn’t exactly out and Neville didn’t mind hiding but he wanted to go somewhere that didn’t require Brion to glance around the room before they could touch. Gianni assured him that wouldn’t be an issue and Neville took his word. Brion told him when they met up for lunch that his last session would be over about six. “I’m all yours after that,” he told him and wiggled his eyebrows to which Neville rolled his eyes. He laughed and said, “But you think we can chill at my place tonight. I really don’t feel like driving all the way out to the sticks.” It really didn’t matter to Neville, he made the reservations for nine to give them both time to get cleaned up. Packing an overnight bag only added 15 minutes to the time it took him to get ready. He even had enough time to go to the barber shop. Not in prison anymore, Neville figured he could grow his hair back before he didn’t have it anymore. Now he sported a low taper, or a Brooklyn in the world of Black barber speak, and a light beard. Even he had to admit it was bursa escort more becoming than his clean shaven look. Gianni said it made him look like less of a convict, that alone made the new style a keeper.

[B home in like 30…we still gettin up]

And again Neville was grinning. Brion hadn’t come out of the building yet so he waited in his parking spot a few doors down in front of one of those boutique sneaker shops. He texted back almost immediately.

[You drove]

[Not today why?]

He brought his Charger to life when Brion set foot to payment. His eyes on his phone, Brion paused as if waiting for Neville’s response. He took a moment to ogle him a little, clad in knee length gym shorts and a nylon windbreaker with his gym bag slung across his chest. They had made tandem massaging a bit of a habit and Neville loved the feel of Brion’s muscled legs the most. His calves were like granite and even now at a distance they made his cock jump.

[Just wondering…but you should go the other way]

Brion had started to walk in the direction of the bus stop but paused when he read the text. He looked up and down the block, looking for Tyler’s beat up pick up. Neville was certain so he sent another text.

[You’re cute when you’re confused Breeze…as much as I love looking at that ass I’m gonna need you to turn around]

[Wtf Nev you trippin]

[Humor me]

Neville watched as Brion threw up his hands, looking like a crazy person to the people moving around him. But he did as asked, turning and head back the way he came, his face going quickly from perplexed to pissed until Neville tooted his horn and rolled his window down.

“Hey, I thought you might want a ride,” He called out the window as Brion almost walked past him. He glanced over, kept walking, but did a double take and back peddled

“Holy shit bruh this you,” he asked as he leaned into the window. Neville unlocked the door and Brion got in, immediately fiddled with the buttons on the dash. Neville shook his head but didn’t swat his hand away like he wanted to and pulled out onto the street. “You don’t got nothing to compensate for babyboy but this shit here is a nice look,” he said as he flipped through the satellite radio stations.

“Well seeing as its only been in my possession a week I’d rather you not bust the radio fooling around with it,” Neville scolded playfully as he hit the preset button on the steering wheel. Breeze looked at him with a smirk and raised his hands before he laced his fingers and put them in his lap. Without taking his eyes off the road, Neville reached over and patted his hands and smiled. “Good boy,” he said and Brion swatted him away, laughing. “Hey…umm… I don’t want this to be weird but I kinda wanted to do something different…”

“Don’t be mad but Gianni kinda ruined your surprise,” Brion said in a rush and Neville sucked his teeth.

“That fucker!”

“He was looking out for you,” Brion said with his hand on Neville’s thigh, slowly tracing circles with his fingertips. “He didn’t want me to be caught off guard by you wanting to go on a date…given how I’ve reacted to your surprises,” he added with a chuckle which released Neville’s clenched jaws. “I was gonna fuck with you a little but you all nervous and shit. I couldn’t pull the trigger. Got your shirt all hung up in the back. I’m a asshole but I couldn’t do that to you bruh.”

“So it’s not weird?”

“Hell no. It’s not like we never shared a meal together, Nev.”

“Yeah but it’s different now.”

“Why, ’cause we fucking,” Brion said with a chuckle, and took Neville’s hand from where it rest on the shifter, softening his crass comment as he laced their fingers together. “Just gives us more to talk about.”

“So you’ll go?”

“Not if that’s how you gonna ask,” he pouted and snatched his hand away.

Neville laughed and took Brion’s hand back, kissed his palm before he asked, “Brion Isaiah MacIntosh, would you do me the honors of allowing me to escort you out this evening?”

“Is it weird I just got butterflies a little bit,” he said and Neville furrowed his brow, thinking he was being a jerk again. But the slight blush on his high cheekbones told his truth.

“Yeah well you better be putting out then.” Neville couldn’t help it and Brion snatched his hand away again then punched him hard in the shoulder. “What like you never said it before?”

“What do you think I am? Sure I’ve thought it all the time but I never said it out loud.”

By then they were pulling up in front of Brion’s house. It was a newly remodeled two bedroom ranch not too far from his alma mater. He got it for cheap as no one really wanted to live in close proximity to frat boys but Brion didn’t mind since he wasn’t that far removed from that lifestyle himself. Not having a mortgage was a plus too but he wasn’t one to brag. His international endorsement deals from playing ball still paid him well, as did his investments. He didn’t really have to hold a job once he came back to the states, but he bursa ucuz eskort wasn’t the type of guy not to work for a living. So he lived comfortably doing what he loved.

They went inside and Brion listened to the messages on his answering machine as he sorted through his mail. Neville eased into one of the leather recliners Brion had situated in front of his 55 inch TV. His place felt more a bachelor pad than Neville’s. The Garrett/Bellomo/Sinclair house had more of family style, lived in feel with big furniture that was both comfy and functional. Brion’s house was showy like him. All his electronics were top of line, his furniture was all black leather, and his kitchen was so clean that it looked like he didn’t cook. Brion even had art on his walls. When he first saw it Neville joked that given the decor people might assume Brion the homosexual of the two of them. Brion scoffed and said, “Why cause I got taste?”

Neville was too busy surfing through the 100 or so sports channels on Brion’s television to pay any attention until he heard the refrigerator door slam. The voice of the machine registered in his memory causing his fists to clench and he sat up in his chair. Brion came out of the kitchen to rewind the message to the beginning and listened intently.

“Hey stranger…it’s me. I know you’re wondering how I got this number but I shouldn’t have to tell you that I have my ways.” Brion sucked his teeth at the deceitful giggle that came through the speakers and for some reason that relaxed Neville. “I’m in town a couple weeks and I wanted to know if you wanted to get a drink or maybe some dinner. I’ll be at the Hilton…so umm…give me a call. Or I could come by that new house of yours. I bet it’s beautiful. You always had good taste. Anyway, call me.”

Neville didn’t say anything, just watched Brion smoulder. But when he grabbed the machine and hurled it against the wall, he couldn’t stay seated and followed his best friend as he stormed into his bedroom. Of course he had second thoughts as Brion grabbed the door intent to slam it but when he saw Neville his face softened from its scowl. Neville paused at the threshold and Brion waved him in as he flopped down on his bed, burying his face in the pillows. He let out a long sustained scream that Neville couldn’t help laugh at as he sat down on the foot of the bed.

“We not even together and she still ruining my day,” he mumbled with his face still in the pillows. Not sure of the protocol in this situation, Neville did what he felt was right and ran his hand up Brion’s leg. “I mean it’s been almost two years why the fuck would she want to talk to me now?”

“Is that a real question or am I just listening to you vent,” Neville asked and Brion chuckled. He rolled over and pulled Neville down beside him. He kicked off his boots and got comfortable before he said, “I mean, knowing Soliel, I could speculate but I’d rather not say something I might regret.”

“Come on bruh, ain’t nobody pining for her. You can be honest. Just cause I’m still hurt don’t mean I want her back,” he said and Neville took a deep breath, settled onto his back with both hands behind his head.

“Well the dick in me wants to believe that she might be single again and looking for a fresh meal ticket for herself. But part of me thinks she might just be trying to make amends. I’d like to think that we’ve all done some growing up since college, I mean look at us. Aside from the sex, I’ve known you literally all my life and I don’t think I’ve ever felt as close to you as I do now. If you could give me a chance, why not her?”

Brion kissed him then, it was chaste but loving, and settled his head on Neville’s chest. “Yeah but it’s different between me and you. We were both wrong as fuck, it’s easier to forgive that. And you never tried to break us up even though in hindsight I wish you had. You deserved my forgiveness, her I’m not so sure.”

“I can see that,” Neville said as he slid his arm around Brion to rub his back. “It might do you some good to talk to her again. Whatever her intentions, it might do you some good to hear her out. Get some closure. Knowing you I’m sure once you found out he wasn’t yours, it was just over.”

“Yeah, I pulled a Neville,” he said with a chuckle and Neville ssucked his teeth. “What, I’m saying, I packed up and left while she was out. I ain’t want to give myself a chance to do something more stupid than marrying her in the first place. Aight enough of this. If I stay laid up with you any longer date night will be over before it starts,” Brion said with one last kiss before he pushed himself off Neville. “How much to fix that dent in my wall?”

“Come on Breeze don’t insult me like that,” Neville said with a frown. “I’d never take your money.”

“Who said anything about money,” Brion said with that cocky grin as he dropped his shorts and tossed them at Neville. They landed perfectly on his face and Brion thought it was hilarious until he heard Neville’s long deep breath from beneath his shorts. bursa anal yapan escort “Really bruh, you couldn’t wait until I got in the bathroom to do that. Be real with me Nev you don’t really want to go on this date do you?”

Neville laughed and pulled the shorts away to look at his watch. There wasn’t enough time for what he wanted to do to him. He could wait, but he made it easier going out and getting his shirt from the car. It wasn’t anything special, just a light green button down but it looked good against his dark skin, He left the top two buttons open and rolled the sleeves up to his forearms like Gianni suggested. “And for the love of fuck don’t tuck it in,” he’d told him and Neville promised he wouldn’t.

Just as he was about to start rummaging through the cabinets for snacks, Brion emerged from his bedroom dressed in perfectly fitted jeans, a tweed vest, a checkered shirt, and blue tie. He was putting on a dark blue bowler hat as he came down the hall, paused at the mirror to sit it on his head just right. Watching him, Neville was starting to question his resolve, especially when Brion turned to smile at him. There was nothing cocky about it, if anything there was just a little bashfulness at the way his lips curled at the corners. Even the way he smoothed his goatee seemed a little shy.

“Damn yo quit staring at me like that,” Brion said as he pushed his wallet into his back pocket. “You know, I don’t think I’ve seen you dressed up since prom. This is a good look for you,” he said as he patted Neville’s beard and Neville gave him a little shove. “What I’m for real. I told you a couple weeks ago it looked good, now it’s a problem?”

“Shut up Breeze,” came with a hard slap to Brion’s hard ass and he jumped a little, stumbling out of his front door.

Brion was much faster getting ready than Neville thought he might be so there was enough time for him to take a more scenic route to the restaurant. It was on the lake so instead of taking the interstate, Neville stuck to old country roads that ran through the woods. It turned out the place wasn’t too far from He-Den. ‘Maybe some other time,’ he thought to himself as he made the last turn. He was a little confused since it seemed he’d driven into a neighborhood. Brion, who had fallen asleep before they pulled off his block, choose now to wake up and comment.

“Is it me or do you hear the banjos from Deliverance,” he said with a smirk but Neville ignored him, trusting the GPS.

And it wasn’t as if the signs didn’t match up. The street was long and narrowed as they drove further down. A couple hundred feet after what looked like the last house, the paved road turned to gravel and a few minutes after that the lake was visible through the trees. The road ended at a driveway and Neville continued on until the trees opened up to reveal a beautiful house with a wrap around deck. There were tables set up on the sides and through the large bay windows a bar was clearly visible. Neville pulled up to the front and a man came down, dressed in a red vest and bowtie. They both got out of the car and Neville passed the valet his keys. Brion chuckled quietly at Neville’s face, clearly reluctant to relinquish his new toy to a stranger. The valet smiled, having noticed the face as well.

“Don’t worry sir. I won’t do anything I wouldn’t want done to my own baby. Enjoy your meal,” he said as he climbed inside and Neville watched as he drove off into the darkness.

“I don’t like that I can’t see where he’s going,” he said as he met Brion at the bottom of the stairs, and the other man laughed.

“I guess I’ll just have to distract you then,” He said with a raised eyebrow and Neville shook his head. He opened the door for them and Neville went to tell the the hostess of their arrival. The table wasn’t ready just yet and she directed them to the bar to enjoy a complimentary beverage.

“If you like,” she said with a warm smile. “The bar around back is a little less crowded. Unfortunately the game being on has everybody congregating here. Blake would you take these gentleman to the back please,” she said to a busboy as he passed. He nodded and waved for Neville and Brion to follow him back outside and around the deck. They passed a few tables, all occupied by couples and small parties of four and five, enjoying their meals as well as conversation.

Around the back of the house, the porch opened up to a much larger deck that protruded out over the water. The tables there were more spread out and covered by cabanas. The deck itself was lit by soft white light from hundreds of tiny christmas lights that criss crossed above on a lattice. It was beautiful, and the hostess was right, much more intimate. The bar itself didn’t have any stools so the guys had to lean, but there was a television playing the same game that was on in the front of the house. Brion ordered a Tom Collins and Neville had a scotch and soda. They both laughed at their choices, having both grown out of the usual hood classics of Hennessey and Remy Martin. They enjoyed their drinks mostly in silence and were eventually joined by two other couples. One straight, one lesbian, and all about the same age, and very clearly on a date. The woman took up the space closest to Neville, giggling at something. Neville wasn’t really paying them any mind until Brion tapped his elbow and whispered.

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I had spied her at the Luau, one of the younger reps among women in roles such as wife or like myself exec up the ladder. She was cocooned by the older prospects who were engaged by her beauty and not so shy as the younger newly married types.

Most of the ladies were dressed in tropical print shirts and dresses, somewhat conservative, but festive. She stood out with hip riding tight white pants and a blue and white print halter top that showed off her tan belly, arms and back. Her hair was rich brown and long presenting a sleek look.

All the women made jealous comments and I wondered if that was just covering the intrigue they felt for her. I know that she had enticed me, but my mouth was shut afraid of spilling my thoughts out.

I melded into conversation about work and home.

“No I’m divorced.” And “No kids” were easy answers that got raised eyebrows from both sexes. I could almost feel the envy of the women and could imagine the gossip of how lonely I must be. Deep down they wished they had my freedom. The men become a big more interested at these answers figuring I was more attainable and more needy than the siren. Even at 38 I had kept myself in shape being curvaceous with full breasts, rounded hips and a firm, but prominent ass. I wore a short skirt that clung to my hips a low cut print tee that swept between my breasts. I was definitely luscious in my own right.

The men were fun to talk to, but no one caused my thoughts to linger like her. As the liquor flowed I had a feeling of alcohol sadness knowing that I was not willing to settle so my alternative was going back to my room alone.

I finished my cocktail and gave a last glance to see where she was. She had paired up with a vendor for Tucson who though very married made his way into many women at these conventions, including me once. I felt sorry for her. She deserved more than he had to offer.

I said my good byes as I made my way into the elevator pushing the button to my floor. A hand stopped the doors from closing and like with the power of Hercules they were pushed apart allowing this goddess to enter.

“I’ll be right back” she cooed.

“Don’t be long. Remember I know where you are Room 1103” his voice was overwhelmingly intoxicated like the rest of him.

“That’s right. Don’t worry I will be back in a jiffy.”

The doors closed as I reached for the button for her floor. Her hand grasped mine.

“No honey, not 11. It’s really 17. I would never have given him my real number.” She smiled, as she moved never taking her hand from mine.

“You on the other hand.” which she said as she placed her other hand on my arm moving up to cradle my neck, “I would like to have join me in my room.” Her whisper faded into a sigh as our lips met bursa suriyeli escort escort in a kiss. So warm and so longing, I exploded as her tongue tunneled between my lips.

She led my hands to her round ass as she ground into me. I gripped her tightly almost feeling her flesh through the tight denim. Pulling her closer to me I could feel the heat between her legs as my hands became hungry for more.

Her kiss was electric and deep, but tender and lingering only the way a woman can do it. The bell dinged alerting us to floor 17. I was shaking with desire and basking in the warmth spreading through my body.

“Are you coming?” stepping onto the stable floor. It took me a moment in my lust to realize it was an invitation.

I followed the sway of her hips down the hall. I reached for her giving a slight tug to the bow at the bottom of her halter. With no effort the strands fluttered to each side as she turned with a smirk. I undid the bow underneath her hair as the top fell into her free hand. She unlocked the door as I reached around her body gracefully plucking the hard nipples of her pert breasts. Cupping her tits she pushed into me and moaned. We stumbled in and before the door was closed she was lifting my shirt over my head. My tits were wrapped in red lace and as she pushed herself into me I could only imagine the titillating feel of the rough lace on her smooth flesh.

Our kiss was richer this time knowing that we would have no visitors. The taste of her lips and the growing fragrance of female lust in the room irradiated deeply to my core. I leaned in to press my lips against her tawny nipple rolling it with my tongue and nibbling on it hungrily.

Slowly my teeth gripped the eraser shaped gem and I could tell the sensation of pain was stimulating her desire. I loosened up a touch and took her whole breast into my mouth sucking it like a cock. I imagined the small bit of flesh conforming to my lips with the nipple pointing down my throat.

I felt her hands quickly unhook my bra letting the straps slide off my shoulders. My breasts swayed as I lingered on her other breast. We kissed again as she cradled by lobes stumbling to the couch where she had me straddle her. This gave her perfect access to my tits as she kissed and nibbled on them in deep meditation. She understood that this wasn’t just foreplay.

I let the moment take me holding her head against my chest as I could feel an orgasm taking seed deep within me. I stroked her hair as she suckled against me.

The strands of her hair flowed between my fingers as my energy melded with her lips. My head swam with delight as I felt her fingertips pry at the sides of my panties. I was charged as her flesh bursa ucuz escort swept over my engorged labia drawing in my desirous liquid. She brought her covered fingers to my nipple sweeping around my pink flesh as if frosting a cupcake, savoring the glaze.

I took her fingers still laced with my essence and sucked them between my lips loving the taste of my excitement. She did it again this time delving into my hole taking the elixir from deep within me and savoring her own fingers. She lingered on the wet tips with her tongue broadly licking the width of each finger. She savored it like honey then kissed me to share.

I thought I would go mad as I pulled her with me to our feet. In a deep kiss I quickly undressed her. Shaved bare she resembled a teenager with a woman’s eye.

I unbuttoned my sarong as she removed my panties kneeling before me cupping her lips over my pussy. I placed one foot on the coffee table for easier access as her tongue found my pearl and made me quake.

I could see our reflection in the mirror and the sight was intoxicating. This precious young lady was eating me with a vengeance as I pulled on my nipples moaning in glory. Her patience wore thin for my orgasm as she worked my clit more forcefully and I left all inhibition aside.

“That’s right baby, oh yes, make me cum” I begged.

She encourage me “Make me you little slut, ma’am” she pleaded never letting my pussy feel any loss.

I was smitten. I ground into her “Eat it, cunt slut”. I couldn’t believe my words, but she nibbled harder pumping me with her fingers as I swayed in ecstasy. I repeated this slander and she grew more excited as I could barely stand with the wave enveloping me. Her pace slowed as her strokes became longer separating my lips cleaning me after my eruption.

We kissed, her face covered in juice, and held one another close for a moment.

I lead her to the bedroom, pulling the sheets back and crawled into bed. From the nightstand she took a makeup bag and in her hand emerged a large dildo and a harness. I kissed her again as I got on my knees.

She leaned forward inches from my lips, “Will you fuck me like a slut?” She asked already knowing the answer.

I grabbed her hair and said “yes” as I planted a lustful kiss on your lips. I felt so dominant as I put the harness on, her helping me position the dildo properly.

“How do you want me ma’am?” she asked. I turned her around bending her over to spread her legs and reveal her waiting womanhood. I couldn’t help myself and decided to penetrate her other ways before using the girl dick. I spread her lips finding her clit and dived into her with my mouth. She jumped at first and then moaned as I pinched her pearl bursa üniversiteli escort sticking my tongue deep inside her.

I licked form her clit to her ass rimming her puckered hole maker her squirm even more.

“Oh yes.” Was all she could respond. I penetrated her again this time with a finger pumping her faster. She pushed against my finger fucking me back. I took charge with a slap to her ass. She tightened around me with the spank and I knew it was turning her on as much as me.

I spanked her again twice, her ass reddening and her pussy quaking. I put the head of the dildo to her lips and slowly opened her. She was so tight and I was afraid I would hurt her, but in response she pushed back taking all 7 inches.

She whined in delight as I slowly stroked her pulling it almost all the way out and plunging in again. She couldn’t help herself and began fucking the dildo for me. I let her, holding onto her hips as she raged over the toy.

I fingered her clit with one hand driving her mad as she grunted and thrashed about. In a growl she begged me to not stop and with wild intensity I had no intention to.

She pounded hard and let out a moan that I am sure was heard by everyone on the floor. She collapsed on the bed shuddering, and catching her breath in tears.

“Oh god, thank you” she blessed me. She begged me next to her as I cradled this wonderful woman. “You are the best fuck I ever had,” she cried.

I wiped her tears and held her to me feeling matronly comforting her.

I was still excited and she seemed wild enough so I asked her “Are you my little fuck slut?”

She looked up at me, “Always” she said with a smile.

“Then I am not done with you yet.” I rolled her over “There are more holes to explore, can you take this” I had a feeling she could.

She encouraged me with a yes from her lips as her hands spread her cheeks. I grabbed the lube that was in the same case as the toy and wetted her ass inside and out. Greasing up the girl cock I hoped not to hurt her though I knew big cocks could be fun.

Slowly I penetrated her puckered hole. She moaned and I felt mightier than any man with such an extensive plaything. About 5 inches in I stopped and began the gentle stroking.

“Oh yes, “ was her mantra as I violated her. “More” was her desirous call. I took the dildo out and flipped her over making her hold her legs up. I inserted it again this time leaning into her with a kiss as she took the entire length.

Deeply I fucked her ass, as she resembled a virgin waif even more turned slut just for me. One hand played rough with her clit as she tensed letting the orgasm well up inside her.

“Cum for me my sweet,” I whispered, her opulent pearl growing under my touch. “Cum for me my precious slut”.

She winced as I stroked faster and growled again with the release of her ecstasy. Knowing that her clit would be extremely sensitive I gently kissed it as I exited her ass with small gentle strokes.

She dropped her legs and begged me to her; I laid on top of her in a clutching embrace. We drifted off to slumber with exhaustion.

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Busty Jessica’s Amazing Weekend

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This started out as a request from the one and only Busty Jessica and took on a life of it’s own:

Sunlight exploded like a terawatt flashlight on Smugglers Cove. It was one of those amazing afternoons that made you glad you were alive, living on the coast. A few sailboats traced sparkly paths across the bay, lucky folks who’d started the weekend early, taking advantage of the late summer warmth. She imagined herself on board one of those forty-footers; the wind in her hair and the chill, salt spray stiffening her nipples as the sails fluffed full overhead. Altogether: just one amazing day. Nothing resembling the teleconference she was in right now, twenty stories above the harbor, dealing with the endless challenges of her job.

“I can’t help that our supplier didn’t order enough Sodium Peroxide to mix this next batch, but I’m working on finding some locally to augment what we will receive.” The speaker phone didn’t complement Aurora Hensley’s husky voice, “We’re confident that we’ll produce enough product to meet our obligations. I’ve already forwarded a shipping schedule.” A tracking slip appeared on the conference room’s screen. Jessica reluctantly shifted her gaze in that direction to view the information. She made a mental note to sit on the opposite side of the table during the next meeting to avoid the distraction that the floor to ceiling window walls presented. The sunlight playing on the waves was just too damned sweet. Sweet Jesus, it’d been a long frickin’ week! She needed a drink or three. The meeting reached a conclusion with a half-dozen action items assigned to her – what the hell, at least they’d get done! She loved her job and the business that she’d started but jeez it took a toll on her and she needed pay the toll. She wondered what was shakin’ with Mona but first things first: a coupla drinks, yeah!

After depositing her laptop at her desk, Jessica decided to head down to Moon Dogs’, a bar in the Smugglers Cove Marina next to her office building complex. She’d been there for lunches and an occasional drink after work with Marsha and Dave, her business partners, but never alone or a Friday afternoon.

‘Fridays’, as the sign on the door declared, were for ‘gittin’ yer freak on!’ Quite a few folks were doing just that, drinking, dancing, and carrying on in general. The weekly party was on ‘like a pot’o’neckbones!’ as DJ Maxxlippz declared when she walked in the door. Moon Dogs’ attracted quite a mixed bag of clientele: office workers from the downtown area, boat owners using the marina, and locals who lived in the bayside condos nearby. Jessica took a seat at the bar with a good view of the dance floor, which was quite crowded despite the early hour – 4:20. She ordered a Cosmo and checked out the action . It was a noisy and wild dive, especially a group of hotties at a table next to the dance floor. They were definitely on a mission to party! They mostly danced with each other but did shake it with some men who asked. They worked it hoochie-style on the floor and at their table, bumpin’, humpin’, and grindin’ away at themselves and anyone else who got too close.

“Off the hook, for sure.” Jessica thought to herself as she texted “Wassup?” to Mona, a divorcee she was seeing after she dumped that punkass Jared. She was really looking forward to seeing Mona this holiday weekend: last weekend Mona’d had her kids so she’d seen her at lunch on Saturday but Mona wasn’t comfortable having any overnight lovers if her kids were with her. That was a rule that she and her ex agreed on when they separated and Mona respected it even though John, the ex, had already moved his girlfriend in with him.

Hooking up Mona had been really good for both of them: Mona had never explored her bi-curiousity and Jessica was more than happy to help her – after that crap with Jared she wasn’t very anxious to be with a man. She missed sex with a man (or men!) and craved cock but right now wasn’t the time. She was way too pissed off at herself mostly and needed to get past the aggravation. It was nice to hook up with Mona for now, and just enjoy some girl on girl action. Mona was a cute, slender, blonde with a nice pair not nearly as big and full as Jessica’s bursa bayan eskort but a real treat to nibble and suck on. Jessica loved those perky little nips and enjoyed caressing them and fingering her until Mona shuddered and hollered her name. She was really looking forward to seeing her soon. This had been: ONE! LONG! FUCKEN! WEEK! She needed to cut loose on Mona’s tongue later. She shivered thinking about that gal’s tongue. She sure liked to lick clit. Hard to believe that she’d never eaten pussy till a month ago. Mona’s bi-side had gone into warp drive and she was as enthusiastic as she was sexy. Jessica was glad she’d taken a chance on the girl. Mona was ready for some hot times as well so it was great fun to be with her. Some mutual face fucking tonight was gonna be so awesome!

She took another sip of the martini and watched the antics of those wild gals on the dance floor: they were kickin’ it like a pack of wild dogs but she could see that they were also looking the place over and picking different women to join them. Some women did, others politely declined. One old gal who was obviously one of the boat owners in the marina hooked up with them on the dance floor. She was older, but very fit and workin’ it like a hoe with the rest of them in no time! Her man started to join them but she made him sit next to the dance floor and watch as she worked it with two of the girls from that wild table.

Jessica was daydreaming about Mona’s tongue teasing and tasting her clit during the upcoming weekend when she realized that one of the women from the ‘unhooked table’ was giving her some serious ‘eye’. She wore skintight Capri’s with a sheer top that accentuated a pair of ripe brown tits that jiggled and bounced in hip-hop time. As soon as she caught Jessica’s attention the black girl licked her thick lips with a bright pink tongue. Jessica felt a jolt of recognition shoot from her brainstem to her clit! That wild bitch was giving her the ‘I wanna fuck ya hard’n’good’ look!! She looked away from those mesmerizing eyes. Whew! That was one hot, wild, bitch! A couple of the other women at the table were watching the black girl’s antics as she shimmied, shook, and skanked it up on the dance floor. That was some major league booty she was working out there! Jessica wondered what making out with her would be like?

DJ Maxalicious was hollerin’ encouragement to the hip-hop beat and the raucous crowd that had taken over the bar. Pandemonium was in control as the other dancers, inspired by those crazy hoes and the pulse of the music, lost their inhibitions and joined in the wanton display.

Jessica wondered if Mona would meet her here? This could be the start of a great weekend with each other. She wanted to get out there and work it hoochie-style with the rest of these wack, off-the-hook bitches! One of the wilder ones, a beautiful black girl with great rack, tiny waist and a fine, round ass was giving Jessica THAT look. She had her hands behind her head as she popped her tits up and down in time to the beat. She turned around, spoke to the DJ and pointed at Jessica. The DJ glanced at Jessica and nodded at what the black girl was saying. Still dancing, she turned around and faced in Jessica’s direction. She gestured to Jessica to join her. Jessica looked around but the bartender said “She ain’t got nobody but you in her sights, girl.” It was true, that gaze was just for her. There was really wasn’t any choice, besides what was the harm in some getting some action on the dance floor? Jessica gave her a smile and a ‘Let’s see whatcha got’ look, tossed back the rest of her drink, handed her purse to the bartender and danced her way over to meet the black girl in the middle of the dance floor. What the hell?

She warmed up with some freestyle, then some uprock, grinding sensuously to the beat, before making contact with the other girl’s leg. She rubbed her butt on the black woman’s thigh while the black woman ran her hands over Jessica’s back and thighs. A blonde joined them humping on the black woman’s other leg and teasing Jessica’s tits. Jessica wondered how this could get any crazier than this black girl doing bursa evi olan escort a reverse ‘oreo’ – white/black/white -with the blonde and herself? Then, as if he’d read Jessica’s mind, The sound of screeching tires and a car crash came over the speakers. DJ MaxxLippz shouted:

“RUMPSHAKER!!! RUUUUMP_SHAKAH!!!! OH YEAH! IT’S TIME TO SHAKE! HUMP! AN’ BUMP DEM RUMPS! RUMPSHAKER TIME! LINE ‘EM UP, BUST IT LOOSE!”

The women formed a line facing the rest of the club cheered on by everyone in the place which had gotten quite full, not to mention rowdy, since Jessica had come in. There were at least eight or nine women of all ages and races doing the ‘Rumpshaker’. This was past wild – this was sick! Jessica loved it! Then the black girl started dancing along the line of rumpshakers to rub or smack those jiggling rumps! This shit was making Jessica’s nips as hard as Chinese arithmetic! That gal knew just how hard to smack her ass! She wanted some more!

DJ MaxxLippz boomed out some directions: “TO THE RIGHT, SHAKE DAT RUMP! TO THE LEFT, SHAKE DAT RUMP! REAL LOW, SHAKE DEM RUMP! SKANKIN’ IT, SHAKE IT NASTEEE!! WHACHA GOT TO SAY??” He held out the microphone to the crowd who chanted: “SHAKE DEM RUMP! SHAKE DEM RUMP!!” And they did shake those rumps, wagging those asses for all they were worth! The black girl danced back and forth along that line of fine jiggling flesh to stroke, smack, pinch and sometimes bite a rump! When the song ended, she had Jessica’s skirt pulled up to bite, lick, and kiss on that shapely ass! A few of the other women paired off to do some skanky moves of their own. The blonde had resumed stroking Jessica’s tits and pinching her nipples. This was way TOO FUCKEN CRAZY! She needed a break before she surrendered to the attentions of these two beautiful women and let them fuck her right here on the dance floor. How crazy could it get? Obviously, it could and did get way too fucken crazy.

Fortunately, for her, the throb of ‘Rumpshaker’ came to the end. DJ MaxxLippz told everyone to “Give Dem Rumps a rest.” A slow song followed and all at once she was slow dancing with the black woman.

“Dorita.” Her lips brushed Jessica’s ear. “You smell as good as you move.” She nuzzled Jessica’s neck. She smelled amazing to Jessica: a rich blend of her perfume and sweat. Jessica inhaled the other woman’s scent deeply and replied: “You too. Mmmmmm.”

Dorita chuckled and hugged Jessica a little tighter. They swayed together to the soft rhythms moving gently against the other. Jessica was ready for some action and soon. She thought about Mona and wondered if she’d texted back? It was still sort of early and Mona probably had stuff to do. She wasn’t gonna trip off of that right now, she was cutting loose from a long freakin’ week of work, she needed to relax. Mona would catch up to her. Right now she was savoring being with this dark beauty. Holding her close was intoxicating. This was good and getting better, oh yeah!

When the song ended, Dorita led her back to the table and introduced Jessica to Astrid, Janelle, Eva, and Song. Astrid was the tall, curvy blonde who been pinching Jessica’s nipples on the dance floor. Janelle was a brunette with green eyes and a great smile. Eva was a sultry, well-stacked Hispanic girl. She winked when introduced. Song was Asian and petite. All of these women were beautiful. Really beautiful, not just cute or pretty but beautiful and well maintained. Great hair, nails, and clothes. Each and every one was a hottie. She wondered if they were models or actresses. Maybe they were a pack of ‘desperate’ trophy wives. They all knew each other and were very comfortable with themselves. Whoever and whatever they all were, they were getting a freak on – skank style!

Eva and Janelle looked vaguely familiar, she was sure that she’d seen them somewhere. The volume of the music had gone up again. Janelle, Song, and Astrid exchanged glances and headed back out onto the floor, shakin’ it all the way!

Dorita had an arm around Eva and was stroking Jessica’s lower back and butt as they watched the other women show off on the floor. Dorita threw her head back bursa rus escort laughing at something Eva said to her. The waitress brought Jessica’s purse and took a drink order. Eva gave the waitress’s tit a playful pat when she ordered another pitcher of Purple Margaritas – a specialty of the house. The waitress smirked at Eva’s lewd gesture. She was obviously acquainted with this bunch of hoochies. Dorita’s fingernail, meanwhile, traced a path up and down the crack of Jessica’s ass, teasing her spincter.

Jessica hadn’t cooled down at all and was getting hornier than before. She checked her phone and there was a text from Mona telling her that John, the ex, had dumped the kids on her at the last minute, he and his sweetie were headed to a romantic getaway this weekend. Mona was sorry, but maybe they could get together later this weekend? Maybe she could let them stay with the ex’s parents? She was going to get back to Jessica, but for now she was so sorry. Mona had been looking forward to some quality time with Jessica too.

Jessica’s disappointment at the bad news was tempered by Dorita’s finger exploiting her bunghole. It was getting fairly plain that Jessica was going to get it on with one or another of these crazy bitches. Maybe two at once, that did seem possible. She was sort of glad that Mona’s ex had pulled another fast one, this afternoon was shaping up to be quite an experience! Yes, things were going quite nicely with one hotties finger in her ass and another smirking about it. Eva was giving her the eye from time to time, checking out the rear action as she did so. Dorita had her hand down the back of Eva’s spandex, likely she was fingering Eva’s butt crack with her left hand while she teased Jessica’s with the right! Eva caressed Dorita’s ample rump and gazed at Jessica with an expression of open lust.

The attention these hot bitches were giving her was making her amazingly hot. She was going to have to fuck or be fucked sometime soon – right now would work but she’d just met these gals and wasn’t sure just how this was going to play out. Dorita fingering her bunghole was a good indication that they were headed in the right direction but Jessica didn’t want to risk not being included in any activities later. She wanted Dorita or Eva or Song or Janelle or Astrid for that all she cared to make out with and get it on with. This was a party and more that she’d joined. She hoped. Goddamnit, she was hot’n’wet already! She needed some bad!

“Let’s dance.” She said to Dorita. Dorita smiled and kissed her with those full, tasty lips. Her tongue touched Jessica’s then she broke off and nuzzled Eva’s neck. Eva was pinching her own left nipple, reveling in Dorita’s caress. Dorita removed her finger from Jessica’s butt crack, turned to Jessica and said, “Sounds good”. She stroked Eva’s cheek with that fingernail that had just been teasing Jessica’s ass. Eva licked it as it passed over her lips. She never took her eyes from Jessica’s.

She led Jessica out onto the dance floor, gesturing to DJ MaxxLippz on the way. She began to bump and grind on Jessica right away. Jessica responded enthusiastically, putting her hands behind her head, locking eyes, and grinding her groin against Dorita’s to the beat. This sent jolts of pure heat through her body! Every cell of her body was screaming: “I’m HAWT!” Her nipples had swelled to painful stiffness and her mouth was dry. The combination of this skanky display and the sensation of Dorita’s pubic bone stroking her own was sending Jessica to heaven! Dorita was staring at her with an expression of pure lust. She moved in on the brown girl and rubbed her nipples against hers. She was gonna lose control. Maybe she already had. She didn’t care; this whole scene was going in the right direction. That look on Dorita’s face left little doubt where this was going to end up.

The hot beat faded away to the start of a ballad. Dorita took Jessica in her arms and began to sway slowly, sensuously, to the rhythm. The heat coming off her was amazing. Jessica inhaled the other woman’s scent and savored the magic of Dorita’s lush body. This was fantastic! She closed her eyes, put her head back and offered her mouth to Dorita who kissed her deeply. The taste of those lips inspired another level of pleasure. Dorita was caressing Jessica’s butt. Jessica returned the favor, admiring the firm, ripe flesh she squeezed. This skanky bitch was DA BOMB! Jessica hoped to be close by when she exploded!

This and other adventures of one Busty Jessica will be continued…

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By the Time I Got to Woodstock

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The story involves the adventures of a young man during the summer of 1971. What started out as a road trip by two friends to celebrate being liberated from high school, ended up to be a solo journey by Peter Alland. It was a journey that didn’t take him very far in distance at all, but ended up expanding his horizons in many other ways.

There are three main characters, two males and one female. Please take note of the category of the story.

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Chapter One: I knew it.

“You should come back home with me,” Kenny said as he lingered for what seemed like forever around the open door of the bus, while the other passengers boarded the Greyhound bus bound for Albany, New York. Albany was home, or as close to home as public transportation would permit from here in Rutland, Vermont.

“No,” I said, biting my tongue and hoping that he would get on the frigging bus before I told him what I really thought about him. “You run home. I’m going to keep going.”

“We could try this again next year,” Kenny said, posing with his foot on the bottom step of the bus while the exhaust fumes filled the air around us. “We could plan better next time.”

“See ya,” I said, waving at him while the bus driver revved the engine, and with that Kenny hopped up the stairs while I turned and headed away.

I knew if I turned around Kenny would be there waving at me, but that was so melodramatic that I couldn’t take it. Besides, I was so pissed off at him that I didn’t want to look at him at that moment, nor at any moment in the foreseeable future either.

I was pissed at myself too, because I knew – absolutely KNEW that this was the way it was going to happen, even before we set off on this adventure, yet I let myself me fooled into thinking that this time it would be different. Maybe Kenny wouldn’t back out, or end up making up some lame-ass excuse about why he couldn’t go, like he had done with every other plan or scheme we had cooked up over the years.

“Just like Easy Rider!” Kenny insisted when we hatched this grand idea months before graduation. “We’re going to go looking for America like Fonda and Hopper.”

I went along, not even reminding Kenny that while it might have been fun for Peter and Dennis in the beginning, it really didn’t end up all that well for them. In the end, I knew Kenny would chicken out, so what difference did it make?

So we decided that right after we graduated high school, we would spend the summer traveling around the country with little more than the clothes on our backs and backpacks filled with the odd necessities.

Funny thing was that Kenny didn’t back out like I thought he would, and the closer we got to doing it, the more fired up I got about it. It was a great idea. College was still a couple of months away, and what better way to spend our last summer before the real world closed in around us?

Where would we go? That would be the beauty of this grand plan. We would let fate decide the direction, and simply let chance dictate where we ended up. I was hoping for West and Kenny was pulling for South, but any place besides the Capital District of New York State was fine by us.

What was out there? Girls, and lots of them. Sure, there were girls around us at home, but we knew them and unfortunately, at least in my case, they knew me too. Out there, we would be new people with new identities. They wouldn’t know how lame we were, or at least how hopeless I was.

Music? Surely there had to be a bunch of free concerts all over the place. They had them in San Francisco all the time, and while there was no way we would make it across the country and back in 2 months, we were sure that we would find a lot of places just as cool as that even if we never got west of the Mississippi.

So it was on that pleasant morning in late June 1971 that we stood just up the ramp from the tollbooths of the New York State Thruway Exit 24, with backpacks as full as our hopes and Kenny with his cardboard sign that read simply AMERICA.

“Cool people will get it,” Kenny insisted when I questioned whether people would think that two long haired kids holding a sign like that might be a little weird.

Two hours later, I was looking like a prophet. Thousands of motorists passed us, and while many were amused and a few flashed us the bird, apparently none of them were cool. The State Police weren’t cool either, but at least they didn’t arrest us, but simply made us pretend to stop hitchhiking until they left to write tickets to people who could afford to pay them.

Spirits were sinking fast when a miracle happened. Some old guy in a beat-up pickup truck pulled over, and before he could change his mind, we jumped in the passenger side of the cab.

“Where the hell you boys going?” the old coot said as he eyeballed us.

“Same direction you are sir,” Kenny said.

“Your sign says America,” he snorted. “This is America. Where the hell you from?”

“Uh, Canada,” I said fast in what I thought might escort bayan be a bit of a French accent, before Kenny had a chance to tell him that we were from about 3 miles east of here. “We are sightseeing in your country and we love America very much and want to see it all.”

“Best damn country in the world!” he said proudly, and headed down towards the toll booths. “Guess you fellas are headed east then, but I ain’t going far. Just over the Massachusetts border.”

“That’s great!” I said, and although east wasn’t even in my top three of preferred directions, anything was better than standing on the shoulder of the road all day.

**

Chapter Two: That was then.

That was a week ago. Seven days of waiting for rides that never materialized and six and a half days of listening to my friend Kenny whine. I loved the guy, but he has a knack of getting on my nerves when things aren’t going well.

Frankly, if he hadn’t been complaining, I probably would have been doing a lot of it myself. Instead, I tried to be the upbeat one; the guy who was going to take the lemons we had been dealt and make lemonade with them. That was the role I assumed for the bulk of our seven day journey together.

And what a journey it was! We probably traveled about 500 miles in that week, making a bizarre serpentine trip throughout Massachusetts and Vermont. Beautiful country to be sure, but we wanted to see the whole country, and instead we just got a series of little rides that meandered all over the map.

We were so happy to get picked up by people that we gladly accepted any ride we could, no matter where the person was headed, figuring it had to be better than standing still. Usually, that wasn’t the case, so when Kenny declared that he was finished and wanted to go home, I couldn’t really blame him all that much despite using his decision as an excuse to vent my frustration at him.

In a week we managed to make it to Rutland, Vermont, which was barely 100 miles from our initial departure point. We hadn’t slept in a bed since the first night on the road, when we spent money we couldn’t afford on a cheap motel room in Lee, Massachusetts just because it sprinkled a little.

Now Kenny was on the bus going home, and I was going onward, determined not to give up. I was going to have a great time and never let him live down the fact that he had deserted me and missed out on it all, so as the bus went one way, I went the other. It was 7 in the morning, and I was determined to have a summer that I would never forget as well as one that Kenny would spend his life regretting having missed out on, so with a bounce in my step I hit the road again, thumb out and hopes high.

By two in the afternoon my thumb was still out but my high hopes had disappeared somewhere back on the road. The humidity was oppressive and the sun was relentless, making the road surface feel mushy in some places. The sweat poured down my face, burning my eyes much like the asphalt was scorching my feet, and the heat was rising up in waves from the roadway as I began to stagger a bit from the effects of everything hitting me at the same time. What I wouldn’t give for a little rain shower.

***

Chapter Three: Welcome to Woodstock.

Woodstock, Vermont, that is. That was what the sign I passed earlier had said, but that was a while ago, back when there was light enough to see. Then again, it was now raining so hard that even if it was daylight, visibility would still have been nil. It wasn’t just raining either, it was raining sideways. Thunder was rolling and lightning was cracking and I was walking with my thumb out for some reason.

“I asked for this fucking rain!” I cackled to the trees that lined the roadway, not caring that to any prospective rides going by, I looked like a raving lunatic. “What a freaking idiot I am!”

Who in their right mind would pick up a drowned rat like me on a night like this, even if they could have seen me in the dark? I didn’t even know there WAS a Woodstock, Vermont, for crying out loud! Why couldn’t I be in the real Woodstock? It probably wasn’t raining there. Everybody was sitting around playing flutes and making love there, while I was walking through a monsoon in hell with soggy shoes and musty underwear that I had been wearing so long they felt fused to my nuts.

Those was the sort of things I was saying aloud as I walked down Route 4 in the rain. Saying it? I was screaming it. I was cursing out everybody from Kenny to the entire state of Vermont. What difference did it make? Nobody could hear me. I was alone in a howling storm straight out of a horror movie.

So when I saw the faint sign of a diner down the road, I started jogging toward it. Just the thought of a cup of coffee sped me up, and even though I was embarrassed by what I looked like, I didn’t care.

My dripping entrance was not greeted by much enthusiasm by the waitress, but thankfully there weren’t many other people there to be offended by my look görükle escort or odor, both of which were a testimony to what happens as a result of seven days on the road.

I set a couple of soggy ones on the counter and ordered a cup of coffee and a donut from the skeptical hostess, and after wolfing them both down, ordered a refill and headed to the bathroom.

The sight that greeted me in there took me by surprise. The guy in the mirror looked like shit. I had the appearance of a deranged escapee from a mental hospital; hair every which way and looking like somebody who belonged in a straight jacket. Hell, after seven days I almost looked like I needed to shave! No wonder everybody gave me a wide berth when they saw me. I was beyond grubby looking.

I got myself together as best I could, combing my hair and washing my face and hands, so when I looked back into the mirror I wasn’t quite as revolting as I was before. Still, what difference did that make? I was stranded in the middle of nowhere. Tears started pouring out of my eyes as I realized I had hit rock bottom. This Summer of Love was an unmitigated disaster.

I knew what I was going to do. Survive the night somehow and go back to Rutland and catch the bus back home. Even crawling back home with my tail between my legs was better than this. Nothing could be worse than taking a sink bath in a diner out in the middle of nowhere.

Then I left the men’s room and went back into the dining area.

***

Chapter Four: Peter!

Business in the diner had picked up since I had gone into the bathroom, that much was obvious. Two policemen were in the diner, chatting with the waitress who tried to nod in my direction without making it obvious, failing miserably in the process.

The two cops were standing around my seat, where my donut and coffee sat waiting for my return. I nodded to everybody and slid into my seat, hoping to at least finish my donut before I got hassled, but that wasn’t to be.

Identification was asked for, and I fished out my license from a soggy wallet, and handed it over to the taller cop while the one that was about my height gave me the once over.

“What brings you here, Peter?” tall cop asked.

“My feet,” I said, gesturing to my wet attire, and mentally kicked myself for being unable to resist being a wise-ass. “Just making my way to Rutland. Gonna catch the bus back home.”

“You got money for the bus?” the shorter cop wanted to know. “You don’t look too prosperous.”

“Well, I already paid for my food,” I said, giving a look to the waitress who nodded curtly, and then started fishing money out of all of the nooks and crannies I had tucked cash away in.

Piling the little pile of loot on the counter, I took off my boot and pulled out the twenty that was tucked into my sock, making a grand total of $44.91.

“The bus fare is $4.55,” I told them, remembering how much Kenny had paid for his ticket. “So I guess I have more than enough.”

The cops looked at me up and down again, thanked me for my cooperation without even a hint of sincerity, and went out the door. I set down my false front of braveness and slumped back into my seat. What I had to be happy about, I didn’t know. I was still miles from nowhere, but at least I wasn’t going to jail.

“Sorry I stunk up your diner,” I told the waitress, who wouldn’t look me in the eye. “I don’t know what I did to deserve having you sic the police on me, but you have a good evening anyway.”

Leaving too generous a tip, I walked out of the diner and back into the night, which had gotten cooler. The torrential rain had let up to just a steady drizzle, but now I was faced with a dilemma. Where to spend the night? It was only around 9 in the evening, which meant I had another 10 hours or so to kill, not to mention who knows how many miles to walk.

“Over here,” a female voice called out, and at the end of the parking lot I saw a VW van that was some sickly faded shade of orange.

I went over to the idling van, where a woman was behind the wheel with a man riding shotgun. They had been in a booth inside the diner when my little drama went down, and when I got to the woman’s side I saw the embers of a cigarette light up the guy’s face, although the aroma coming from inside the van left no doubt as to what was being smoked.

“You look like you could use a friend,” the woman said. “Get in the back.”

I hesitated for a second, not knowing what this was all about.

“If you’re really going to Rutland, we’ll take you, but I don’t think you want to walk,” the woman said.

“Okay, thanks,” I said, climbing into the back.

“Get down low for a little way,” the man said as the woman drove down the road. “Yeah! I knew it. There they are!”

Peeking out of the curtained window, I saw the police car hidden around the curve about a 1/4 mile from the diner.

“Andy and Barney!” the woman said as we drove past them. “You can bursa elit escort get up now.”

“What was that?” I asked. “What were they going to do?”

“Probably nothing,” the man said, handing me the joint he had been smoking. “Likely they were just going to make sure you left, although more than one kid has gotten a lesson in rural justice around here. This area is cooler than most, but it isn’t ever a good idea to be a wise guy when you’re a long hair in a strange place.”

“I realized that after I opened my mouth,” I said, inhaling deeply and passing it back up front. “Been having a bad day.”

“I’m Roger,” the man said before nodding at the driver. “The lovely lady here is my old lady Grace.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Peter.”

“Were you really going to Rutland?” grace asked.

“I guess so,” I said. “Not too smart for me to stick around here.”

“That depends,” Roger said. “You want to crash with us for the night?”

The decision was a no-brainer, so when I eagerly accepted, Grace made a hard left, sending me skidding across the back seat while they cackled loudly.

“Hang on Peter,” Roger quipped. “Grace likes company, and we haven’t had any in a while.”

****

Chapter Five: Welcome to Big (not Quite) Pink.

After a 45 second journey on the bumpiest road on the planet, Grace made another quick turn and careened up a long narrow driveway before slamming on the brakes and killing the engine.

“Home sweet home Peter!” Roger announced, and we all piled out of the van into the drizzle and darkness, having arrived at their place.

“Welcome to Big Not Quite Pink,” Grace declared as we went up the steps of a rickety porch, and I got the reference to the place where The Band recorded their first album.

“Looks like heaven to me,” I told them, and when you’ve been sleeping under trees and beneath overpasses for awhile, even a rather dilapidated beige house with a bunch of junk on the porch looks pretty good.

Inside the house, the place was cluttered but clean, and after I followed them into the kitchen, I got my first real good look at my benefactors.

Roger had the look of a college professor, or what I imagined them all to look like. A bit taller than my 5’9″, he was probably in his 50’s, although I was never good at guessing ages. He had wire-rimmed glasses, curly brown hair streaked with grey that was the same shoulder length as mine, along with a moustache and goatee that gave him a distinguished look even in this rather primitive setting.

The first thing Roger did was to go over to the stereo and put the needle on an album, and although they had a bunch of LP’s, the one that was on the turntable was one that would play almost non-stop. Although I had never paid much attention to the Grateful Dead before, I got to memorize the endlessly playing album Workingman’s Dead, which only left the turntable when Anthem of the Sun took its place.

Roger’s wife Grace seemed a little younger than him, and had incredibly long reddish brown hair that flowed halfway down her back. She wore a shapeless granny dress that hid most of her from neck to ankles, but she seemed to have a nice enough body from what I could tell, and whenever she moved she seemed to float around with the rhythm of the music.

“I really appreciate this,” I told them as Roger fired up yet another joint and passed it to me.

My head was already spinning before this, because while I was not a stranger to weed, it wasn’t something I did very often. Smoking on the way to the house, combined with my overwhelming fatigue, was making me slap-happy as well as a bit emotional, and when I started telling them about how I had ended up here, I found myself tearing up.

“Sounds like a cool idea,” Roger said generously of my ill-fated journey. “Someday you’ll look back on this and be glad you made the effort.”

“Peter sounds tired and stoned,” Grace said, putting her arm around my shoulder. “Betcha you would love a nice bath and a soft bed.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “I’m kinda nasty.”

“Follow me,” Grace said, and as she walked me down the hall to the bathroom, I followed close behind, enthralled with the way her long hair flowed as she moved.

The bathroom was a bit different than the ones I was used to, in that it didn’t have a door, which I found odd, and the aged porcelain fixtures were so dated that looked like they should be in a museum or something. No shower, which I would have loved, but instead a big white tub with long metal legs. At least there was running water, I noted while watching Grace spin the knobs until the temperature got right, and after she got the water flowing she turned to me.

“Let’s get this stuff off of you,” Grace said as she calmly reached down and grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt. “The stuff in your bag is probably dirty too, right?”

“Uh – yeah,” I said, so shocked that Grace was undressing me that it took me a second to figure out that I should raise my arms to help her her get my shirt off.

“Well, we’ve got a clothes washer, so we’ll get your stuff all clean for you,” Grace said, steadying me as I started to lose my balance. “You okay, baby? Never smoked before?”

“No, that’s not it,” I replied. “It’s just that I’m tired and all.”

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This is a stand-alone story that includes some of the characters I introduced in ‘April and the Old Fool’, my April Fool’s Day Contest entry. Many of the comments I received from my readers inferred that my original story was lacking and incomplete. After rereading the original, I agree with you, my readers, so here, as they say, is ‘The Rest of the Story’.

*

My name is Sherry Thomas, and I grew up Pekin Illinois. My father had worked for the C&IM Railroad since he graduated high school, but also made extra money renting houses he had bought over the years, to construction workers, transients, and the less affluent people in town. We lived well, I had a pleasant childhood, and never wanted for anything.

I was a bit of a tomboy, and never really cared much about boys until I was thirteen, when I started to have ‘feelings’ for Fred, an electrician who worked for a contractor on the local power plant, who rented a room in one of the houses my father owned. He was much younger than my father, tall, good looking, and was always very kind to me. I followed him around when he wasn’t at work, and whenever he talked to me, I felt ‘funny’ ‘down there’. When I asked my mother why I was feeling that way, she said it was ‘puppy love’.

Fred left four months later when the project ended, but I never forgot this man who was fifteen years older than me, married, and had two little girls of his own, or the ‘feelings’ he had awakened in me.

Very soon after Fred left, my mother started explaining ‘the facts of life’ to me. She was very frank in her descriptions of how my body worked, and why I was experiencing all these physical and emotional changes. We would both undress in her bedroom, and she would let me touch her breasts and look closely at her vagina. She would hold it open and explain how babies were made. She told me how they came out of the same place in a woman’s body that the man had inserted his penis and deposited his seed into the womb. She explained why my body was changing and told me it would eventually look much like hers. She was preparing me for the day I would ‘become a woman’.

During this time, I learned that my family had different views about sex than most, because we belonged to the Apostolic Disciples of Christ Church, a small obscure independent sect of Christianity that had been formed by a group of farmers in western Pennsylvania in the early 1930’s. They shunned the evil influences of the outside world, felt that theirs was the only way to Heaven, and only they could protect their young from the evils of the outside world. Their views were somewhat similar to the Apostolic Christians in many ways, with one major exception. They believed that all young women were to remain virgins until they reached the age of eighteen, and then it was a father’s duty to relieve his daughter(s) of her(their) virginity.

In most cases (as was with me) this happened when the young woman is invited to her parent’s marriage bed on or soon after her eighteenth birthday. Her mother would start by undressing the young woman, and then ‘comfort’ her daughter while her husband ‘did the deed’. In my case, I found the ‘ceremony’ to be romantic as well as religious. I loved my father and mother and felt this ‘special bond’ made us closer as a family.

My eighteenth birthday, June 1, fell on a Friday that year, so that evening when I walked into my parents’ bedroom, they had already undressed, and were completely nude. I looked at my father and watched as his penis started to get larger and rise from hanging between his legs to standing straight up, as my mother undressed me. I started to get that ‘tingly’ feeling inside of me when my father walked over and embraced me, saying, “You are so beautiful, my child.”

My mother took to me to their bed and had me lie between her legs with my head resting on her lap. When she started fondling my little breasts, I started to feel very warm, and my little vagina started tingling and getting very wet. My father climbed onto the bed, got between my legs, and started to rub the head of his big, hard penis against my lower lips.

When he did that, it made me even wetter and even more ‘tingly’ down there. Next my mother reached down and held my legs and lower lips open. My father then started to push his penis into me. I felt myself being stretched open, and at first it didn’t hurt. It felt wonderful, and the tingling inside of me got even stronger, causing me to moan. He stopped when he felt my barrier and waited until I relaxed around his erect manhood.

When I heard my mother say, “She’s ready,” my father pushed further into my vagina. I felt a sharp pain when he pushed past my hymen, and when I screamed, my mother held me tightly and kissed my forehead. My father kept pushing, and as quickly as the pain started, it went away and was replaced with pleasure unlike any I had experienced before.

When I felt him all the way inside my no longer virginal vagina, I felt warm and bursa escort bayan loved and moaned, “Oh Daddy, that feels so good!”

He kissed me gently on my lips, and started stroking out and in, and the more times he did it, the better I felt. My mother had told me I probably wouldn’t enjoy it the first time, but the more Daddy shoved his big, hard penis into my little vagina, the more I liked it. It felt so good that soon I started to shake, and I felt the muscles in my vagina start to clamp down on my Daddy’s penis. Then, I heard my Daddy moan and I felt him squirting his seed inside of me.

I don’t remember much of what happened next because I lost control of my body and passed out. When I woke up, I was laying between my mother and father with them holding me and telling me how much I was loved. When I could finally talk, I asked, “Daddy, that was wonderful. Will it always be like that?”

He smiled and said, “My darling daughter, I have never seen anything like what just happened to you. I can’t promise it will always feel this good, but if this does happen to you again, the man who makes you feel this way will probably be your true love.” I would remember my father’s words and judge every man who I slept with from then on by what he had told me. I would be disappointed many times, but always hoped to someday find ‘the one’.

Two years later I was ‘swept off my feet’ by a sweet talking, well dressed stranger named Franklin Berry. He was a medical equipment salesman from Elgin who sold items to the hospital where I worked as a student nurse. He knew exactly what to say and soon had me in bed at his motel room in East Peoria. The first time we fucked (his word, not mine), it was enjoyable, but not anywhere nearly as good as the times I had ‘made love’ with my daddy.

Yes, after that first night, daddy and I had been ‘intimate’ many more times, sometimes with my mother and sometimes not. Although every time was not the mind-altering experience our first one was, Daddy always gave me an orgasm. Franklin’s ‘cock’ (also his word not mine) was not as big or hard as Daddy’s, and he seldom made me orgasm.

When I asked him why he didn’t make me cum (another one of his words) he said, “Nobody cums every time, bitch, you’re just greedy.” Of course, he came every time, and after six months of regular (weekly) ‘visits’, I missed my monthly, and a drugstore test indicated I was pregnant.

On our next ‘date’, I dragged him with me to the clinic at the hospital and made him wait while I had an exam by my friend Harrison Becker, who was the OBGYN resident on the floor where I now worked. After my exam, I had Franklin sit in the room with me when Harry informed us that I was pregnant. When Franklin and I walked out of the room, he swore the baby was not his, and accused me of ‘sleeping around’ on him when he was ‘on the road’.

He refused to accept the responsibility of being the father of our child, and stormed out of the hospital, leaving me alone and crying. When Harry saw me sobbing, he brought me back into the office and calmed me down. When he saw a half empty paper cup, he asked me if my ‘friend’ had drunk from that cup, I nodded. He put on an exam glove, picked up the cup, and put it into a specimen bag. He said, “I’ll have this tested, and keep the results to compare with whatever samples we take from you during your pregnancy. By the time you deliver, I will be able to prove that that asshole is your baby’s father.”

I thanked Harry and went home where I confessed to my mother and father that I had been having sex with a man they did not know, and that he had gotten me pregnant. My mother broke into tears, but my father remained calm and stoic. He asked me for the man’s name, so I told my father who Franklin was, and the name of the company he worked for.

My father told me not to worry. He promised to find Franklin, and force him to marry me, give the child his name, and support the two of us.

I don’t know how he did it, but by the time I delivered my baby girl on April 1st, 1997, not only had my father found Franklin, but a sheriff’s deputy had him in handcuffs in the maternity waiting room.

During my pregnancy, my breasts had grown more than two cup sizes and soon after the birth, my milk had come in. I was breastfeeding my beautiful little girl when they brought Franklin in. She was perfect in every way, including the curly flaming red hair that matched mine exactly, and when he saw us his demeanor changed from docile to agitated.

Before he could open his mouth, my father showed him the test results from the cup he had left, and my amniotic fluid. My father said, “Mr. Berry we have your DNA, and the baby’s DNA from her amniotic fluid. It is a positive match, and you are this child’s father. I expect you to marry my daughter and support your family.”

The head nurse brought in the birth certificate, and my father ‘convinced’ Franklin, under threat of jail, to sign it. He bursa bayan escort was asked what he wanted to name his daughter, and because it was April Fools day, he wrote down April Berry, leaving the middle name blank. My father asked the deputy to hold Franklin in the county jail until April and I got out of the hospital, so he wouldn’t try to leave town and disappear. The deputy agreed to do so, and they left the room.

What we didn’t find out until several hours later, was that as they were leaving the hospital, a still handcuffed Franklin, who had gone back to acting very docile, suddenly broke loose from the deputy and bolted into the oncoming traffic on Court Street. He was struck by an eighteen-wheeler, that dragged his mangled body for nearly a block, and he died from his injuries before they got him the five hundred feet to the emergency room. When I heard the news, I was relieved because although my daughter would not have a father growing up, at least she wouldn’t be burdened with having an absent one who wouldn’t take responsibility for his actions.

I decided to give April my mother’s middle name, ‘May’, and my father used the same pen to fill in the space Franklin had omitted. No one questioned this addition, and I never told my daughter that her father had died the day she was born. I thought telling her he had abandoned us was somehow less cruel than telling her he died trying to run away.

Two months after April and I came home from the hospital, my father was told that the railroad was in the process of being reorganized. His job was being made redundant by a computer, so he decided to retire, after thirty-five years. This allowed him to help my mother take care of little April, so I could return to work at the hospital.

About six months after April’s birth, my father had his will rewritten to give control of the rental properties to a trust created and handled by his lawyer, so in the case of his and my mother’s death, April and I would be provided for.

The years passed, and my little April grew into a beautiful young woman. By the time she was a teenager, both my parents agreed that she was the image of me. Sadly, the summer after April’s sixteenth birthday, my mother died from cancer. After her funeral, I asked my father how I would be able to carry on the ‘family tradition’ of having her father relieve her of her virginity.

My father said, “Dear daughter, you only have to find a man who is willing to marry you and agree to accept his ‘fatherly’ duty, according to our traditions. The Church rules are very clear on this matter, he does not have to be her biological father, he has only to be your husband to be considered April’s ‘father’ by the Church. If you are still unmarried when her twentieth birthday passes, you may choose a trusted friend to be a ‘surrogate father’ and he can ‘take care’ of April’s needs.”

I told my father how much I loved him and two months later, I was at his side when he died from a massive heart attack. April and I were on our own now, and I started dating in earnest to find a ‘father’ for my baby. I found several men who were interested in me, as I was still ‘marketable’ as far as my looks went, but I didn’t find myself attracted to any of them. I had already explained our family ‘traditions’ to April when I was telling her about ‘the facts of life’, and she thought there was nothing wrong with a father making his daughter ‘a woman’. In fact, she was looking forward to losing her virginity to an experienced lover rather some fumbling boy. She had already heard the horror stories her friends had told her about their ‘first times’.

The tension between us was starting to build up during the year after her twentieth birthday because I still hadn’t found her a ‘Daddy’. By January, we were at each other’s throats constantly, and when April left home in the middle of the night when I was at my job as the Charge nurse on the OB/GYN floor of Pekin Hospital, I completely fell apart. I used one of the three weeks of personal days I had accrued to pull myself together and was finally able to deal with my grief when something happened that changed both of our lives forever.

Five days ago, I received a phone call early in the morning, from someone I had not thought about since I was in my teens.

When I answered the call, a man’s voice that sounded strangely familiar asked, “Hello, is this Sherry Thomas?”

I told the man I was and asked him how he got my number. After dealing with Franklin and all the other creeps I’d met over the years, I never gave my cell number to anyone I didn’t know and trust.

When the voice on the other end of the call told me who he was, I almost wet in my pants. This was Fred Thompson, the man who had been my first crush when I was thirteen.

When I composed myself, I realized that he was telling me that my April was at his house in southern Illinois, near St. Louis. He assured me bursa merkez escort she was safe and handed the phone to April.

When I heard my baby’s voice crying on the phone, I cried, and then we both cried together for at least five minutes. When we settled down, I let her talk, and talk she did. She told me how she had hitchhiked to Springfield and had been picked up by a guy she thought was an agent. He told her she was beautiful and was a natural to be a model and actress. He promised he would get her work, but when he tried to get her to sleep with him and get tattoos, she realized he was a fraud. She also noticed that the ‘gold Rolex’ he was wearing was a fake. One of the many things my father had taught her was that the second hand on a real Rolex’s moves in a smooth sweeping motion, not in a ticking motion around the dial.

She managed to fend off the pervert’s advances and dumped him when she met Fred at a tavern were Ralph ‘the phony’ was trying to scam him into taking photos for free. When Fred the photographer refused to take Ralph’s bait, April decided to dump the smooth-talking phony, and ‘take her chances’ with this ‘honest’ older man.

When she finished her story, I told her about how I had known this wonderful, sexy man, and now realized I had been in love with him since just before I had my first period. I asked her if he was still married, and she told me his wife had died several years ago. Then I explained to her in detail what her grandfather had told me about the possibility of having him be her ‘surrogate father’. She got very excited when I told her that if he agreed, he could take her virginity and ‘make her a woman’.

I told her I would probably not be able to make it to where she was for her birthday, but I could make it as soon as I could, if they would agree to pick me up at the bus depot in St. Louis.

We were both very excited, and when April asked, “Does this mean that we both get to fuck my new Daddy?” I told her that if he agreed to, we could, and she was too excited for words. When she calmed down, I told her I would call her back.

I hung up and used my computer to check the bus schedules. When I found the right connection, I used my credit card and bought a one-way ticket. Then I called April back and told her I would be on the bus that arrived in St. Louis on Monday at 3PM.

Then I told her how to seduce her new surrogate father. I told her to dress sexy, and act seductively. I told her if she called him Daddy, that would get him ‘all worked up’. Then I told her to tell him about our family traditions and beg him to help to fulfil her destiny.

I told her to climb into his bed Sunday at Midnight naked, ask him to take her virginity, and make her a woman.

She said she would do her best and hung up. I hurriedly got ready for my shift at the hospital and arrived an hour early. I walked into my supervisor’s office and asked if she had a moment to talk. Estelle Goodwin was not only my boss, but we had been friends since high school. She had attended college and used her master’s degree to land the job Nursing Supervisor for the whole hospital.

She told me to take a seat, and I told her I had finally heard from my daughter. I explained that April was in the St. Louis area, and was safe because she was staying with an old friend of mine. I told my boss that I wanted to spend April’s twenty-first birthday with her and asked if I could use my remaining two weeks of personal time to visit her.

Estelle said, “I know this is short notice, but considering the stress you have been under for the last several months, we can work with you on this. When do you need to leave?” I explained that I was not able to get there in time for her birthday, but I was planning on leaving early Monday morning. She said, “I will take care of everything for you Sherry. After you finish your shift today, go home. I know you are not scheduled for Sunday, so relax and pull yourself together. I’ll see you when you get back. Take care.”

I went home and started packing. Realizing I would be spending about 3 ½ hours on the bus, I put a couple of energy bars in my purse. The bus would take me from Peoria to Champaign, where I would have to wait an hour for the bus from Indianapolis to pick me up on its way to St. Louis. I knew it was a pain to backtrack, but my fifteen year-old Corolla would never make the trip without breaking down, and the bus ticket was less than $50.

Sunday morning, when I was drinking my coffee, I noticed my next-door neighbor was home, so I called him and asked if he would drop me off at the bus depot in downtown Peoria on his way to work at Caterpillar on Monday morning.

Floyd had been my father’s ‘handyman’ and had been hired by family lawyer to take care of the ‘properties’ in the trust since my father’s death. He was a good man, and we had been ‘friends with benefits’ off and on, over the years.

He was the first man I had approached with the proposition of being April’s father, but he had politely declined because he was a ‘confirmed bachelor’ and didn’t want to be responsible for anyone but himself. When I explained I had found April at an old friend’s house in St. Louis, he said, “That’s great Sherry, I’ll be glad to drop you off at the bus depot.”

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