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For Happy Endings It Takes Two

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0: “For Happy Endings It Takes Two”

*****

October 12th, 9:01 p.m.

Ding-dong! Sara scrambled to the front door and wrenched it open. Her best friend Jake stood outside, bags in hand.

“Dude, come on! Get in here!” Sara said hurriedly. “It’s already on!” She grabbed his free hand, yanked him inside, slammed the door shut and practically dragged him into the living room, almost detaching his arm in the process.

It was one of their regular TV nights together. At least once or twice a week, Sara Kelton and Jake Davis met up to spend some quality time with each other, and with the tube. They alternated who would have whom come over: Sara to Jake’s place one time, Jake to Sara’s the next, and so forth—in this case Jake to Sara’s. Their ritual was the host(ess) would make dinner, and the guest would provide the snacks. Hence, Jake toting the chips, corn nuts and cheese curls.

In the middle of the floor was their sacred blanket. For years they’d simulated having an indoor picnic, neither of them caring much for a visit from hungry bib-clad ants. They kicked off their shoes and sat—or lay—on this massive, plaid red and white tablecloth-looking blanket, remote never more than three or four feet away. The blanket was an absolute must. Besides making things comfier and reducing rug stains, it held a great deal of sentimental value. Besties since childhood and now both at 27, they’d been picnicking on this blanket for close to two decades, the tradition having started at Sara’s old parents’ house. It was also here they engaged in other kiddish activities, such as pillow fights and tickle scuffles—which they occasionally still did as adults. The blanket was getting faded, worn, food-tainted and frayed around the edges, but that only endeared it more to them.

Sometimes they’d have something expressly planned for their viewing pleasure—like this evening—and others they’d just channel-surf. They watched everything: movies, sitcoms, sitdrams, reality shows, news, music videos, documentaries, nature/pet shows, game shows, talk shows, talent shows, often just whatever happened to randomly be on. And semi-usually, after a healthy amount of television and not-so-healthy amount of food, they would both—if only for a short time—fall asleep on their blanket, more often than not using each other for pillows.

Tonight was a special event, to which Sara’d obviously looked very forward. A live concert was being broadcast, performed by her favorite ever pop singer, Velette Voxe, who was on tour promoting her latest album. It was indeed just getting underway as Jake rang the bell. Sara’d already laid out supper—sandwiches and chicken nuggets—by the time he got there.

“You’re late, bro!” Sara assessed, as they plopped themselves down. “What took you so long?”

“Well, excuse the heck outta me very much,” chuckled Jake. “They were doing some kind of event at the church. Some kinda…I dunno, bake sale or something.”

“A bake sale? At 9:00 at night?”

“Well, I mean, that’s what it looked like. Could’ve been a Saturday night dinner service for all I know. Anyway, yeah, lotta folks on their way there who, let’s face it, aren’t exactly our age, and…well, you know how fast a lot of ’em drive.” He ripped open a bag. “Should’ve left earlier, I guess, huh?”

“Ah, yeah,” nodded Sara. “When does it become a rule that your age and how fast you drive can’t add up to more than a hundred?”

They piped down as Velette pranced out on stage. Illuminated by the spotlight, her entrance triggered a deafening collective scream from the first few dozen rows in the amphitheater where she was performing. She shouted an energetic, “GOOD EVENING! HOW THE HELL ARE YA?!!” into the mic. Her band, already on stage, launched into the first number: a hit single called “Can’t You Tell” from the new album. The audience responded with natural enthusiasm and sang along.

Sara worshiped, idolized and was in utter love with Velette. She knew all her songs backwards and forwards—even demos, outtakes and rare recordings that didn’t appear on her records. Velette wrote a lot of songs, and while she was an incredibly talented songstress, only the best material available made it onto the albums. Though she let her fans hear some of her better demos, placing them on singles. And some songs Sara and other fans liked best were only demos and no more. Sara was such a dedicated fanatic, she timed her bites around the music so she could sing along as well.

“Damn, what I’d give to feel those lips on me,” Sara gushed during the current song’s instrumental break.

“She is a hottie a’right,” agreed Jake. “Don’t mind if I do myself.”

“Hey. Hands off, buddy; she’s mine,” grinned Sara. “You already have a girl. Besides, Velette’s gay.”

Velette was Sara’s hero, on a number of levels. It was Velette who made Sara realize her own sexuality. Her teen years were incredibly confusing. But once Sara hit her 20s and Velette Voxe the pop scene, there Casibom was no longer any question in the girl’s mind. Velette reminded her of some of the other great Sapphic singers she knew. She had Amy Ray’s hair, Emily Saliers’ voice, Eva Dahlgren’s cheekbones and Melissa Etheridge’s charisma. And Sara fell for her, drop-dead, head over heels over head. The way she masterfully strummed that lucky, lucky guitar, belting those poetic lyrics, in that angelic, super-smoky-hot voice. Sara was unspeakably jealous of that microphone—though probably more envious of the guitar, actually, as it got to go with Velette everywhere and be played by her every night. And she wasn’t just in fan-love with Velette’s work as an artist. Any sane red-blooded chick-chaser could fantasize about her, if nothing else. Sara kept a picture of her on the headboard of her bed, and kissed it every single night without fail. She then normally stroked her fingertips over it and gazed longingly, unable to erase the dream of having Velette Voxe, the queen of her heart in her bed…in her arms…in her mouth…

A little voice in her mind whom she hated would repeatedly tell her, “Knock it off; you’re being silly. Come on, she’s a star. She must have thousands of chicks—and dudes—who’d die just to kiss her feet! Forget about her! Move on!”

“I don’t want to move on,” she’d tell the voice. “Did it ever occur to you that maybe I like torturing myself wanting her so bad?”

If she had one wish—other than inhaling Velette’s tongue, and ravaging every inch of her idol’s body with every inch of her own—she couldn’t describe how much she’d love to hear Velette sing her the old Starship song, “Sara.” If anybody could deliver it more beautifully than Mickey, it’d be Velette. But, she’d hardly ever seen or heard Velette do a song that wasn’t her own. And even if she did covers, there were millions upon millions of songs in existence, thousands of new ones created every day. Her chances of having that wish granted were one in a…well, there wasn’t a number high enough. And that many digits was depressing. She had a better chance of winning the lottery, twice, and being struck by lightning, twice, on the way to cash in the ticket.

As for Jake, he’d been dating and getting pretty serious with a blonde Danish woman named Hanna, a few years older than he and Sara, and also very stunning. In fact, the first time Jake showed Sara her picture, she whistled. She joked to him, “Y’know, dude, if I didn’t love you so much, I might just have to steal her from you.” They both liked their women just a bit older, and Hanna was relatively close to Velette’s age. Jake joked back, “If she didn’t love being straight so much, I might just have to let’cha.”

The girlfriend-stealing part was indeed the two of them just kidding with each other, but the love part wasn’t. Their friendship had only solidified more and more in the last fifteen to twenty years. Like most best buddies, they had fights sometimes, but nothing big enough to overcome their mutual fondness. In fact, seven years ago, when Sara discovered she was a lesbian—albeit one of the more daunting things she’d done in her life—her pal Jake was the first person she came out to. She’d been doing some mental (and actual) nail-biting speculating at his reaction. But as soon as she announced, “Jake…I’m gay,” he automatically hugged her, and told her he loved her just because she was his friend, no matter what. She felt a warm smile lift her face.

“So you don’t think that’s…y’know, whatever?” she shyly asked.

Jake’s precise answer to this question was, “Oh! Babe, are you kidding? Trust me, the appeal of a hot girl’s not lost on me!”

She laughed. She couldn’t believe she’d been worried in the first place. She was so elated so wanted to cry. Oh, how could I ever doubt Jake? she thought. How could I wonder if he wouldn’t still love me? Jake had since held the proud distinction of being her “lesbro.” One of the best things about their friendship was that both being gynephilic, they had very similar taste in women. So being out either together or alone, they could both keep an eye out to possibly find a cute girl for Sara.

As October progressed, however, it was Jake who found himself with something to be apprehensive about. Sara’s birthday was coming in a few weeks, on November 19th. And he was running out of options for something really nice to get her. Realistically, he knew she didn’t “expect” anything, as usually just hanging together proved sufficient. And taking her out to eat, or to a movie would be a lovely gift in and of itself. It was just that…well, he didn’t know how she did it, but somehow, year after year, Sara always managed to find something to get Jake for his birthday he never would’ve thought of, but ending up loving. He wanted to be able to return the favor. And he’d made good numerous times in the past. He just really wanted to be able to paint that unduplicably joyful expression on her face. Even though deep down, they both knew the only way he could Casibom Giriş disappoint her was by completely forgetting. And clearly that wasn’t going to happen.

Birthdays were a big thing with Jake, as was gift-giving in general. He was picky and exacting with himself when it came to finding gifts, and when he dug up something that finally satisfied him, it was a rewarding feeling. All of which was why it was exasperating—not to a lethal extent or anything, just annoying—when he gave a gift and was “thanked” with the standard recipient expression. “Oh, you didn’t have to do that!” Almost as if rejecting the present. He understood they were being polite and non-presumptuous. But though he never would…he wanted to say, “Well, y’know what, actually, I did. See, this is what’s typically called a birthday (or Christmas), and we’ve got something known as a tradition…” Sometimes when the givee expressed this sentiment, he amused himself with the idea of shrugging, “Okay,” and yanking it back out of their hands. Though he would never do that either.

As many times as he reminded himself Sara’d hardly be heartbroken if he couldn’t find a monumental blockbuster gift…this thought was followed every single time by, …but how proud would I be of myself if I did? For tonight, though, he settled in with her to enjoy the concert. This would be an exceptional evening—for Sara—in that no matter how much they chowed down, she was totally jazzed and pumped watching her heroine knock the crowd’s proverbial socks off, and she wasn’t going to be able to sleep for a good while no matter what. Had the program been of similar significance to Jake, natch, it would be he who couldn’t sleep. So a bit after 10:30, as the concert was winding to a close, Jake finally yawned and stretched out to lay down and catch a few ‘z’s. Sara retrieved a pillow to slip under his head, took an afghan comforter from the back of her couch, draped it over his body and tucked him in snug. She then turned the volume down, and went to get her headphones.

*****

October 13th, 9:43 a.m.

As last night was a fortuitous Saturday when the concert was on, they were both off work. Shortly after 1:00, when Sara was finally ready to hit the sack, she gave Jake a shake awake so he could drag himself up onto the much comfier couch. They ended up spending the night on each other’s couch pretty often on their TV nights.

Jake logically got up first. He jaunted into the kitchen to get something going for breakfast, another sleepover practice they’d perfected whichever dwelling was involved. He flipped on the radio to a local Top 40 stations to the middle of an all ’80s weekend, halfway through a Madonna song. He checked out the contents in the fridge and freezer, and pulled out some waffles and sausage.

Sara was still asleep. But a few minutes later, the appetizing scents of hot breakfast wafted into her room, kissed her on the nose and tickled her nostrils. She blinked awake, kicked off the covers and floated out towards the aroma.

Jake heard the footsteps. “Yo, sis,” he called.

“Hi, bro,” she yawned. “What’cha makin’?”

“Waffage.”

“Tops.” She culled a chair from the table and poured herself into it. Already set on the table were utensils, syrup and glasses of milk.

The station returned from commercial. The DJ said something neither of them heard too clearly over the sound of the sausage frying, but subsequently, on came a classic rock ballad Sara recognized within ten seconds. Her knowledge, interest and collection of pop music were staggering, all of which she was very proud. She thought she could discern the melody on the keyboards. But when that inimitable, unmistakable harmonica jumped in and shot up, so did her head with a gasp.

“OhmyGod!” she said. “There it is! Starship! That’s my song!”

Jake looked up from the almost-done sausage. “Oh yeah…didn’t Mickey write that?”

“No, no, he didn’t actually write it himself, but he named it after his wife Sara, and my parents named me after the song,” she said. She went into vocal mode and started belting it out along with the radio.

“Well, you’re up,” chuckled Jake, fixing the plates.

“God, would I freakin’ love to hear Velette sing this,” Sara exulted. It was one of her all-time favorite songs, for obvious reasons—if not the absolute number one on her list. She had the Knee Deep In The Hoopla album, but she intentionally didn’t play the song very often so its novelty wouldn’t wear off.

“Yeah,” agreed Jake, serving them. “The lady does have a pretty dynamite voice.”

“She has a dynamite everything.” Sara forked one of the links, making a groping gesture with her other hand. “Hell, you saw that rack on her, didn’t ya? I mean, they gotta be at least Cs, right? They make me wish my hands were bigger, know what I mean?”

Sara loved how frankly, honestly and easily she could talk to Jake about how hot other girls were. Jake chuckled along, but under the table he crossed his legs, Casibom Güncel Giriş girl-style, even though she couldn’t see the…excitement she was giving him, with her girl-girl titty talk. Hey, stop that, he told himself. The whole reason she’s telling you this is ’cause it doesn’t have to be weird between you, and ’cause you can relate. She’s your friend, for heck’s sake. You’re not supposed to be turned on by your friend. Thankfully, Sara stopped talking about Velette’s tits, and returned to singing along with the song. And Jake’s “excitement” softened away.

Breakfast was concluded. They tidied up, and Jake got his shoes and jacket. They folded the blanket, which Jake also took with him for next time. “All right, Sare,” he hugged her. “Love ya, babe, see ya later.”

“Love you too, dude,” she said.

Halfway back out to his car, he stopped for a second.

Aha.

*****

October 13th, 10:18 p.m.

Another twelve hours later, and another day well-spent. Sara had some shopping to do, another errand or three, and a little housework to take care of. Jake had something a bit more ambitious in mind.

After leaving Sara’s, he went home and got online. He navigated to the web site and checked out the links. He clicked and perused, clicked some more, perused some more, scribbled a few things down on a sticky pad, logged off, and picked up the phone.

When it came to things like this, Jake Davis had more of an advantage than most. He worked for a PR firm, and knew a thing or two about networking. So he’d something of a conduit to others who could make things happen. And as luck would have it, a friend of a friend of a promoter happened to owe him a favor. A few well-placed phone calls (and a visit for a word with said promoter) later—recent notice though it was, still, with Jake’s pull and the favor his friend owed him—they’d managed, as if by magic, to summon and successfully book her, to Juniper’s major event venue, The Silverlight…on Tuesday night…November 19th.

It was quite a fortunate thing her schedule happened to be open between the 18th and 20th.

*****

November 18th, 11:24 p.m.

Sara moooooaned in her bed.

Her legs squeezed her hands between them, as she gave it to herself (or jilled herself, as she affectionately called it) like she wouldn’t see tomorrow. The next day was her birthday. She had to go to work—a drag, but a small price to pay. She hardly loathed her office job, boring though it could be. Besides, they’d probably throw her a little party.

There was a smaller TV in her bedroom, with a built-in DVD player. Inside was a Velette DVD, with songs performed live, music videos, backstage features, interviews and other goodies. In an especially frisky mood the day before she filled another year, Sara’d injected the DVD, and frozen it on a particularly appealing still shot of her Goddess, looking right into the camera with a smirk that knocked her out figuratively—but at the rate she was rubbing herself raw to it, would soon knock her out literally. Thank goodness the DVD could stay on a still shot indefinitely, because that was just about as long as Sara could go until she was down for the night.

Usually in the span of a decent masturbating session, she could achieve either two or three pretty good orgasms, or one big knockout killergasm. It all depended on her mood, how much she was willing to tease herself, and concentration. She liked to cover herself with the comforter to her neck, so she could pretend someone else’s—a specific someone else’s—hand was down there setting her pussy on fire. Making believe it wasn’t her own hand was palpably kinkier and more fun. One day when inspiration struck, she imagined Velette slipped into her room, took her wrists, pinned them together over her head with one hand, and forcefully rubbed and stroked her, inside and out, with the other, holding her down so she couldn’t do anything about it whether she wanted to or not. It proved such a spicy fantasy, she now used it virtually every time she wanted, needed and craved that big climactic release.

As she built towards the apex, she felt like a change of scenery, so to speak. So she found another spot on the disc with a few seconds of action that turned her on, and set the player on “A-B” mode, so it jumped back to those few seconds, playing them over and over again. She loved how convenient technology was. Around the same time, her right hand, which was doing all the work, was getting a little tired, so she reached up to her headboard, retrieved her vibrator and gave her fingers a little break.

Once her pussy was ready, she activated the clit stimulator. Her brain lost its grip on the rest of her. It was a little harder to focus on the TV now that her eyes were pinching shut, then blinking open to blurriness. Her groans loudened as the electric tingle from her cunt started dancing over her in all directions. She slid down from her sitting position and whapped her head on the pillow, howling in wild giddiness. Her entire body started to pulsate uncontrollably, making waves in the mattress. Once she could no longer see the TV at all, she did her best to hold an image of Velette in her mind’s eye, and desirously chanted her name.

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Editor’s Note: this story contains incest content.

NOTE 1: A special thank you to Estragon and Goamz86 for editing this lengthy multi-chaptered journey.

Curiosity: Fucked the Straight Guy

I can’t explain for the life of me when I suddenly became curious. I mean I am 44 and have never found any man remotely attractive. Oh sure, I can tell when a man is good looking, the same way I am sure my wife knows when a woman is attractive…that doesn’t make her a dyke. That said, whenever I had quality alone time, which was often because I traveled for work, I often imagined sucking a cock or taking a cock up the ass. I had no interest in fucking another guy, yet the thought of getting fucked became an obsessive an unhealthy obsession.

In all truth, the obsession happened completely by accident. I was reading stories online on Literotica, like I often do, when I began reading a new author I really enjoyed. She wrote in a variety of genres that really turned my crank like lesbian, group, incest, and loving wives. After flying through her entire portfolio in a few stroke-filled days, all that was left were her gay stories. I can say in all truth, I had never read a gay story, oh sure some stories had gay sub-plots and so forth, but I had never consciously chose to read a gay story. Yet, curiosity got the best of me (a very ironic pun I agree), and I clicked on one of her stories. I read them all in one night and somehow shot a full load while reading them.

The next night, I did what I often do when I like a story; I went to the end and clicked on some of the similar themed stories. Every story was about some straight guy, who had never even considered a guy sexually, ending up on his knees sucking cock and inevitably taking a cock up his virgin butt. In almost all cases the straight guy was shy and submissive while the other was a dominant who ridiculed and verbally abused him…in many ways it felt like my marriage…minus actually having sex. I read a variety of similar stories:

-A straight guy who picks up a hitchhiker and before he knows it is having his faced used like a pussy.

-a straight guy who walks into a bathroom at a bar and accidentally walks in on a scrawny white kid sucking a black man’s large cock…a few days later the straight white guy is begging to suck the black man’s impressive rod.

-a straight guy is at a gym and goes into a sauna where an older man suggests the straight guy is a closet faggot…the straight guy denies it adamantly, yet soon he is a submissive little plaything for this older man.

I couldn’t help it, but after reading these stories what started as an intriguing fascination of ‘oh my God who would do that’ became a compulsive obsession with becoming a cocksucking faggot.

I searched for glory holes in towns I was traveling to, I read personal websites and asked a lot of questions under a newly created username bottomcurioushusband which I think was a very true descriptor.

I asked questions like:

I am 44 and suddenly curious about sucking a cock, yet I am married and straight. Has anyone else had similar desires? Maybe I am having a mid-life crisis.

How would a man who has never had anything in their ass actually go about preparing it for a hypothetical first time bottom experience?

I received many answers, some great advice and a couple of offers to meet some of the responders, which only increased my taboo desire to try it.

I went to an adult store while on a trip and bought anal lube as advised, and the smallest anal toy I could find. I rushed back to the hotel, excited to try it, flipped open my computer, pulled up one of my favourite gay submission stories, undressed and got ready. In advance, I lubed the small two-inch toy and placed probably way too much lube on my puckered anal entrance. As I read the story, my cock became rock hard quickly and I slowly pushed the toy inside me. There was resistance at first, but it quickly weakened and I felt a rush of adrenalin at having something, albeit really small, in my ass. It didn’t hurt; on the contrary, I wanted more. I tried pushing the toy deeper, but it was all in and my mood shifted from excited to frustrated. I leaned onto my back and wiggled the toy in my ass as my free hand began stroking my erection. I continued reading the story as both hands moved quickly and in less than two minutes I was shooting cum straight up in the air.

After cleaning the toy, I decided I would return to the store tomorrow and get a bigger toy. Over the next couple of days, I bought and tried progressively bigger toys, getting accustomed to things in my butt. Each time I got off from pleasuring my ass, I craved more…I craved the real thing.

…

About a month later, after having experimented with a wide variety of toys in my ass, including walking around all day with a butt plug in my ass; fate made my curiosity a reality. I was in a rather posh hotel when it happened. I should note I am decent looking and in great shape for my age; I had just finished Casibom working out when fate intervened. I was in the gym shower washing away my sweat when a younger guy, probably no more than twenty, joined me. Since my fascination with sucking a cock began, I have often taken quick glimpses of every man I could. No one had seemed to notice…until now.

I looked and saw a decent sized cock, semi-erect, attached to the pretty boy. He dripped rich kid prep. I didn’t glance any longer than a couple of seconds, but he seemed to notice.

“Hey old man, do you like what you see?” he asked, with a slight smile.

“Excuse me?” I responded, attempting to be oblivious to his implication.

He chuckled. “I am pretty sure you were checking out my package.”

I stammered, my face flushed, “N-n-no, I wasn’t.”

“Too bad,” he shrugged, grabbing his cock and stroking it slowly.

No matter how much I tried to look away, I couldn’t take my eyes of the growing cock. He continued this until all eight inches, two more than my cock, were fully erect.

“For a guy who isn’t a faggot, you sure are drooling over my meat,” he assessed accurately.

I stammered, hypnotized by his stiff rod, “I-I-I have never done anything like this before.”

“Hmmmm…a straight faggot. I love it.” He chuckled again.

I continued to stare at his erection, my own cock now erect too, as I winced at being called a faggot.

“And for a straight man, your cock is telling a different story.”

Suddenly, I realized I was in my own erotica story. I stood frozen, wanting to drop to my knees but unable and petrified of someone walking in. My resistance as weak as the French were in both World Wars, I questioned, “What if someone comes in?”

“We were the only two working out this morning and if they do all they will see is a straight man, oh a straight married man, sucking his first cock.”

My red face went redder as he noticed my wedding ring. I said nothing, but continued staring at his erect cock.

He finally gave me an ultimatum. “Cocksucker, I don’t have all day. Either get on your knees and suck my cock like it is obvious you want to or stop drooling and I will go wake up my girlfriend for a morning quickie.”

I hesitated only briefly before falling to my knees in front of this confident young man. I looked up and saw his smug smile that only made the embarrassment that much greater…yet, I desperately wanted to feel his cock in my mouth.

I took it in my hand and slowly moved up and down tentatively until this nameless stranger said, “I can stroke my cock myself old man, get sucking like the faggot you are.”

Accepting that his words were true, and that detached fantasy had become a living reality, I opened my mouth and leaned forward.

As soon as my mouth was wrapped around his cock, he moaned, “That’s it cocksucker, make your dream come true.”

I was tentative at first, but did to his cock what I liked having done to mine. I swirled my mouth around his cock head, creating extra saliva to attempt to bathe his cock…like my wife used to do before we were married. After creating this lake of lust, and hearing his moans increase, I got more confident and began bobbing back and forth.

“That’s it faggot, take all my cock,” the hung stranger moaned.

Suddenly determined to get all eight inches in my mouth, I continued bobbing back and forth, each time taking a little more in my mouth.

“That’s seven, cocksucker, only one more inch.”

Although I wasn’t sure I could take more in my mouth without gagging, I pushed myself further.

“There you go, sissy, you did it. You got all eight inches of my meat. Now get me off.”

Eager to taste my first load of cum, I furiously bobbed on his cock like a slutty teenage girl, not the forty-four year old married father of two I was.

“I’m getting close, faggot,” he grunted, which had my free hand going to my cock. I pumped my cock quickly while keeping a similar pace on his cock. A minute later, I heard a grunt and felt him spray his cum into my mouth. I eagerly swallowed the salty seed that was way less unpleasant than I expected. I continued to suck his cock, although slower now, milking the last of his seed.

I heard a door open and I quickly stood up, my face of shame branded on me. The unnamed young man I just pleasured smiled and complimented, “For a first time, you are a natural.”

I didn’t respond as an older man walked in. My erection still in full view, I attempted to cover it, which only made what I had just done even more obvious.

The younger man shut off his shower and said to the older gentleman, “He is a great cocksucker, if that floats your boat.” As he left, the young man said, “Thanks for the blow job, faggot.”

My face was redder than Hell itself as I wanted to flee, but then I would be in the same room as him again.

The old man shook his head in disgust, making me feel even dirtier, and he headed towards the sauna.

I finished my shower, realizing I still Casibom Giriş had a full head of shampoo, while oddly savouring the lingering after taste of my first mouthful of cum. My cock refused to shrivel and I eventually grabbed a towel and hurried to my room.

Once inside, I replayed the events of my first gay experience, as I furiously beat off. Now alone in my room, my shame disappeared and I was eager to do it again. I suddenly felt like a teenager after losing my virginity…I was addicted.

Sadly, my job called and I had to head off to work, my neglected cock begging for attention.

Unfortunately, I didn’t see my unnamed stud again, even though I made sure to be in the gym at the same time the next day. I returned to my family with a dark secret, and an even bigger craving to do it again and again.

…

It was two weeks later, two excruciatingly long weeks later, before I was on the road again. Confident that it was no longer just a lingering curiosity but now a burning craving, I searched for gay bars and glory holes, and stiff cocks in Atlanta. I even flew in a day early, lying to my wife (my whole life was becoming a lie), to start my hunt for cocksucking opportunities.

I checked in and headed over to a gay dance bar I read about online. It was infamous for being a great pick up joint. I arrived early, ordered a double rum, and surveyed the bar. Even though I craved sucking cock, I still didn’t find men attractive. It wasn’t like when I was single and on the prowl for pussy…then I scanned the club, choose my prey and turned on the charm (sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t).Now, I didn’t even know where to start.

I sat at the bar for a few songs before this built man, probably thirty or so, asked, “First time here?”

“Y-y-yes,” I stammered, suddenly feeling insecure in comparison to this Greek Adonis of a man.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he offered.

“S-s-sure,” I managed to agree. He snapped his fingers and the bartender quickly poured me another double and a beer for my godlike stranger.

When both had our drinks in hand, he said, “I’m Greg.”

“Evan.”

“So what brings you to my little establishment?”

“You own this place?” I asked amazed.

He shrugged as if it was no big deal, “Yeah, have since it opened in 2008.”

“Wow,” I replied.

“So you from here?”

“No, I actually live in a suburb outside of Boston.”

“Cool. I have always wanted to go. Why you in the wonderful city of Atllanta.”

“For business,” I offered.

“No pleasure?” he smiled, flirtingly.

Shy, but hungry, I replied, “Well, maybe some pleasure.”

“Greg, there is a fight in the bathroom,” a flamboyant and screamingly gay waiter Interrupted.

“Don’t go anywhere, Evan,” he said, squeezing my leg and disappearing into the growing crowd of the bar.

I was a crazy mixture of extreme excitement and turbulent trepidation. I was eager, desperate even, to suck another cock yet the thought of maybe more was downright scary. The thought of getting fucked was still intriguing, but I wasn’t sure I was ready for it yet, even though I had prepared my ass as best I could.

I finished my second double and the bartender smiling knowingly, had a third ready instantly. I smiled back shyly.

A few minutes later, my third double half done, Greg returned. He continued our conversation as if he had never left. “So, first time here, from the great big north, married, yet at a gay club…you are an interesting fella Evan.”

He paused, finished his beer, and continued his assessment. “Based on your shy demeanour, you are a gay virgin, but curious. Am I right?”

“Yes and no,” I whispered.

“Well, now you got me curious. Let’s continue this conversation somewhere a bit quieter.” He didn’t ask my opinion, but grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd. We went through a door and into a room that was nicer and bigger than my hotel room. He went to the bar, topped up my drink, and suggested I join him on the leather couch. He pressed a remote control and six TV’s came on. They were all security cameras spread throughout the bar.

I scanned them and originally saw nothing of interest, until Greg said, “Can you see that?”

“What?” I asked, searching for whatever he was fascinated by.

“Camera 5. There is a dude under the table,” he pointed out.

I looked closer and indeed he was right. A stunned, “Wow,” escaped my lips.

“So back to your last statement, ‘Yes and no’.”

I blushed, but gave a short version of my one and only cocksucking experience.

“And you have craved sucking another cock every since then,” he assessed.

“Yes,” I admitted.

“But you don’t want to be fucked?”

“I don’t know,” I honestly answered.

“But you do want to suck my dick?”

I admitted, “Yes.”

“How badly?” he asked while standing up.

“Desperately,” I replied, embarrassed but hungry.

He unbuckled his pants and his cock sprang out. It was smaller than my first Casibom Güncel Giriş in length, but he made up for it in girth. I stared at it like I did my first naked girl.

“Don’t just stare at it, Evan, quench your thirst.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. Four doubles had me intoxicated, but I would have done this stone cold sober. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked just his thick mushroom top. I swirled my tongue around it, I treated it like it was the best tasting lollipop ever and I wanted it to melt in my mouth. Slowly, I took more in, once I got used to its substantial width. He moaned, always saying my name, which because of the taboo act was just as naughty as being called a faggot. “That’s it Evan. Worship my cock. You love my cock, don’t you?”

I briefly took it out of my mouth, my desire to please now controlling me. “Yes, Greg, your cock feels so good in my cocksucking mouth.”

I returned to sucking as he continued, “Evan, you are a natural born cocksucker and in time you will make a very good bottom.”

I moaned a ‘thank you’ as I began to pick up the pace.

He demanded, “Tell me you love my cock more than your wife’s pussy.”

That wasn’t even going to be a lie. I replied, “I love your cock way more than my wife’s ironclad locked-down cunt.”

“Do you know who else has a cunt, Evan?”

Confused, I quit sucking and looked up from my submissive position.

He smiled, “You do, don’t you Evan?”

Realizing his implication, I played along. “Yes, sir, I have a tight little cunt.”

“Show me your cunt, Evan,” he ordered.

My eyes went big, but while my mind processed the order, my hands were already fumbling with my pants. He watched, amused, as I struggled to get undressed.

Once naked, he bent me over and spread my ass cheeks. “Wow, you have a pretty little cunt, Evan!”

“Thank you,” I replied, although it sounded absurd.

“Do you want to have your cunt fucked, Evan?” he asked, as I felt a finger slide inside my virgin cunt.

For the second time I could make my fantasy a reality, but once I said yes there was no turning back. It was one thing to suck a cock, it was another entirely to allow a stranger to take my anal cherry. Yet, the words out of my mouth were all that mattered. “Yes, please fuck my pussy.”

“You want me to be your first?” he asked, while pumping my ass with his finger, while wiggling it around, loosening me up for his thick rod.

“Yes,” I moaned, suddenly wanting nothing more than to be fucked. To be treated like a slut. I begged, “Make me your bitch.”

He slapped my ass and added a second finger inside my virgin butt. He explained, “A virgin pussy like yours needs to prepped for my cock or else you may tear.”

I moaned, “Yes, get me ready for your thick rod.”

His fingers in my ass had me delirious with craving. Somehow he spun them around, slowly widening my ass, gaping it open, as I had read about in some online stories. “Getting closer,” he promised.

“Oh god, please, I want your cock so bad,” I whimpered, like the submissive bottom I wanted to be.

He chuckled, “You are one eager little virgin, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I have wanted this for awhile,” I admitted.

“Beg for it, Evan.”

Desperate to please him, desperate to feel his cock in my ass, I begged, “Please take my anal virginity, fuck my virgin pussy, make me the bottom I crave to be.”

His fingers left my ass and I felt empty. I looked back to see him coat his cock with lube and go behind me. “Are you ready, Evan? Ready to get your tight cunt reamed?”

I could feel his cockhead and I pushed back like the horny slut I was, “Oh god yes, make me your bitch, your slut, your faggot…aaaaaaaaaaaah fuck oh my God.” He slowly pushed forward widening my ass in a way I couldn’t begin to explain. The pain wasn’t intense, but it was definitely there. I grit my teeth and just allowed the buff stranger to slowly get my ass used to his girth.

He explained, “Your pussy is probably burning a bit right now, Evan. Don’t worry, it will dissipate in a bit and it will turn into a pleasure you have never experienced before, but have desperately craved.”

I whimpered, through gritted teeth, “Kkkkkkkk.”

Every time he pushed deeper into my no longer virgin cunt, I thought I was filled to the most I could possibly take, but then I would feel him go deeper in me. I continued to whimper like a school-girl for an eternity. The burn wasn’t going away as promised.

“Your pussy is so fucking tight Evan. I could stay in it forever,” he complimented.

My next words surprised him as it surprised me. “Oh god, Greg, please start fucking me. Use my pussy.”

He obliged, although he started slow. He warned, “Just so you know Evan, there was still another inch yet to fill your pretty little pussy entirely.”

I couldn’t believe it. Another inch. There was no way I could fit his whole cock in me. I moaned though, ignoring my insecurities, “Oh God, I love your cock in my pussy.”

“The second I saw you at the bar all timid, I knew what you wanted…what you needed…what you craved.”

As promised, the burning slowly shifted to a pleasure unlike any other. My whimpers gone, I moaned, “Yes, I needed to be fucked like the little girl I am.”

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Anya Seduces Uncle Jared

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This incident happened when I was eighteen, I have long dark hair, small waist, perfectly round breasts and a nice sexy ass, I was always exercising and keeping fit, and I was kinda involved with a big hunk named Lance. I had to go by my auntie to stay with her for a few weeks and help out as she was ill. This was the first time I was going to spend time away from home. My departure was sudden and I did not inform my Lance.

Everything was going smooth and I helped my aunt a lot, I started to spend a lot of my time with uncle Jared and before long we were going out to movies and beaches and stuff, just hanging out a lot together or sometimes with friends.

One evening we were started building a thousand piece puzzle and it became pretty routine for us to stay at the table together after everyone has gone to bed and try to build this puzzle. On one of these evening we were sitting next to each other and I casually put my legs on top of his, he remained impassive without touching me and I don’t know what came over me, I started to play with his hair and he seemed to enjoy it.

I Casibom went to bed thinking about him and fingered my self to climax, next evening I rubbed my breasts on his shoulders and he still did not respond, I was quietly wondering if I was freaking him out. Then it happened the next day, everyone else went out except us that night and I shamelessly was horny and hot for my uncle. He wanted a massage, so I gave him my best massage and I even went to the edges of his shorts framing his nice sexy firm butt. He did not say a word, by this time I was wet with anticipation.

He turned over in the dim light of the television and was just looking at me. I started touching him all over and still no response from, then I saw the unmistakable rise of his cock and I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted. I then said I will go crazy if I keep on touching him and he said me too, well that was all I needed to hear from him, I flung myself at him and began to kiss him feeling guilty and good at the same time. He pushed me onto my back and ravaged me with his tongue, fingers and lips, I was Casibom Giriş in heaven for the first time.

He then stopped himself and looked at me with those smoky grey eyes of his and asked: Anya is this what you want? ” Fuck me hard till I come and then fuck me some more, Uncle Jared” He ripped of my skirts, my black lacy panties and slipped his tongue inside my hot swollen pussy, slurping and sucking me till I started to moan, he tongued me expertly up and down my clit, teasing me with his tongue, then he started to finger me and suck simultaneously, after he inserted three fingers in my hot wet suckable pussy I was approaching orgasm.

I pushed him roughly on his back and proceeded to lick his entire body, sucking his nipples and trailing my tongue straight towards his very thick eight inches of cock. I sucked my uncle like I there was no tomorrow. He began to buck and I knew he was ready for some hard in depth fucking. Uncle Jared roughly positioned me doggie style and rammed his whole eight inches of meat in my swollen pussy hole. I came almost immediately, I enjoyed Casibom Güncel Giriş this wild forbidden sex. I turned over and with one of my leg on his shoulder my uncle gave me the most sensational direct fucking ever.

I wanted to please as much as he pleased me, I took his huge hard throbbing cock in my mouth and sucked him till he came in great shudders. I was far from sated and he remained erect for me. We fucked each other countless times in countless positions till we fell asleep with his cock inside my pussy. The next day I looked at him and wondered if he regretted our night together. We finally were alone at night and he said he wanted to fuck me as long as I would allow him, I said Uncle you were always my favourite one and proceeded to grab his cock firmly with one hand and finger my pussy with the other, that was when he said Anya you ought to have some respect for your uncle, let me help you with that and that was when he fingered my ass and I went insane with pleasure. He then proceeded to give me a rim job and then parted my ass and inserted his huge cock, my mind went numb with pleasure.

After our heavy fucking and we were both breathing heavily on the bed, I said uncle I think I’ve developed an addiction and I need help kicking the habit, he gave me his sweetest smile and said anytime Anya, anytime…

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Craving On A Train

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Stuart leaned up against a door as the train rattled across the snow-muffled town. He was in the throes of a horny hangover and unable to stem a steady procession of erotic images across his mind’s eye.

He looked across at the half dozen passengers in the carriage. Two were attractive — a middle aged woman, blonde with delicate features, sharp cheekbones, green eyes and a dark young man, athletic and serious-looking.

Stuart decided that what he would most like to do would be to go over and sit between them placing one hand on each of their thighs. Their murmurs of approval would embolden him. The right hand would lift the skirt and her thighs would part themselves as it slipped into the bristling warmth of her panties. The left would undo the athlete’s zip and gently free his engorged cock for all to see.

He imagined the two of them breathing heavily on either side of him. Other passengers transfixed as the eyes of his new friends widened at the brink of orgasm.

‘Not socially acceptable, probably cause alarm’ thought Stuart ruefully. Blissful way to travel though.

Something about the dark serous one reminded him of Henry Kerr and Stuart found another kind of sexual Casibom comfort in a daydream of warmth, comfort and Henry.

In his mind he transported the two of them from their draughty college lodgings to an idyllic beach of endless white and overarching blue.

The pair of them emerged from a skinny dip and we went for a lie-down on the sand to bake for a while in the sun. Stuart , up on one elbow, lost all sense of time just dreamily gazing at Henry lying there on his back with his hands behind his head. Such a delicious, smooth body, Stuart thought. He wondered if Henry would look up and see him standing there quite blatantly erect. He seemed to be dozing, though.

Stuart lay on his side next to Henry and began to caress him. Just a fingertip tracing down from his shoulder, round a nipple and making him twitch as it snaked left and right down his belly. Up on one elbow, Stuart began to kiss his chest, slowly, delicately, but with no intention of stopping. With a hand resting on his hip, Stuart kissed, then sucked at one nipple. Then the other. A tiny nip with the teeth at the end this time.

The kisses kept coming as, out of nowhere, Henry sensed a fingertip just at Casibom Giriş the base of his semi-erect cock. It travelled lightly to the tip before the other four fingers gently encircled it, bringing it to it’s glorious fullness. To Stuart, it was smooth and warm and precious. The kisses lingered more now and Stuart tentatively begin to stroke the glans with his thumb…

Henry’s murmuring made Stuart desperately hard and he couldn’t help rubbing himself against the figure of his glistening roommate. Stuart moved Henry’s leg slightly so he could slip his cock in between, resting against Henry’s inner thigh and gently poking his balls as his hips involuntarily swing into Henry.

Stuart began to pull on Henry with longer, firmer strokes. He was murmuring encouragement and Henry got a tingling thrill as he felt Henry’s hand come to rest on his back. As Stuart’s kisses become harder and began to end in bites, Henry responded with more strokes and his beautiful cock twitched just behind the beat of Stuart’s kisses.

Stuart didn’t need to wank him any faster, all it took was longer, more emphatic pulls and he came thrillingly, throbbing in Stuart’s hand as he showered his own lovely Casibom Güncel Giriş tense torso with glistening sperm.

Still holding Henry’s softening cock like a fragile little bird, Stuart started to lick the cum from his chest, savouring his good work, and wondering what to do next. Should he lean over and kiss Henry? – he was voraciously eager – or manoeuvre himself into a position where his poor straining cock could start to push into him? He really and truly didn’t know which would be more exquisite. In the end, he did neither, sitting up to see if Henry would take the initiative…

An blast of icy air from the opening doors of the train brought Stuart abruptly back to real life. A melancholy transition he thought. The sadness did not last long though. Before him was a row of half a dozen fellow-passengers, at least two of whom seemed to shooting glances at his obscenely bulging crotch. Come to think of it, all six of them seemed to be taking turns to look.

Stuart couldn’t help smiling at his own embarrassment, even though he knew it would be seen as the shameless leer of a pervert. The attention wasn’t helping either, and the shape of his cock was now quite apparent. One false move and it might peep over the waistband of his trousers.

At the risk of causing disappointment, Stuart held over the region of disgrace, a magazine, on whose front cover was a bikini-clad film starlet blowing the viewer a kiss.

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First Time Female Encounter Ch. 03

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This is the 3rd, and concluding, Chapter to First Time female Encounter. It can read on it’s own but it would be great if you could read the previous two first, get to know the character s and background before reading this.

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Tammy blindly reached out her hand behind her as she walked down the aisle.

Sarah, like a Relay Runner, slipped her fingers into the awaiting hand and felt herself drawn up behind Tammy. She wrapped her arms around her waist and they shuffled past the empty seats together and quickly out into the empty foyer.

Tammy seemed to know where she was going and so Sarah, still in her relaxed and euphoric state, just trailed behind her feeling totally at ease and willing to go wherever this beautiful woman wanted to lead. Out into the midday sun and along the street they walked, Sarah still clutching onto the leading hand like a little puppy eager to follow and grinning at the uncertainty of it all, the mystery of where they were going and what would happen next.

Tammy turned the corner swiftly and was heading up the steps of a very swanky hotel. The doorman nodded to them as they headed up the red, carpeted steps and held the door open for them to enter. A million thoughts flooded Sarah’s brain, stupid thoughts perhaps, that she was dressed in a cheap summery outfit and they would kick her out of such a hotel, that she hadn’t bought enough money to be able to pay for such a hotel, if a room was what Tammy had in mind.

“What did Tammy have in mind” Sarah gulped, she was worried and excited all at the same time and she realised at that moment that it was this exhilaration and intrigue that first attracted her to Tammy. Well, apart from her gorgeous body and beautiful, kissable, lickable face!

They entered and became lost in the huge entrance area, a spectacular fountain bubbled in the centre, it’s jets of water tinkling on the mirrored glass base and they walked towards the feature. Tammy turned and looked at Sarah for the first time since leaving the movie theatre. She smiled. Such a cheeky smile, full of passion and coming promises. Sarah smiled back immediately; one flash of that smile is all she needs to feel such love for this girl!

” I’d like you to go into the bar and wait for me” Tammy whispered into her ear, leaning in close to be heard above the gushing sound of the fountain. Sarah shuddered at the feeling of soft lips brushing her tender ear and then looked quizzical at Tammy. “Where are you going, how long will you be?” Sarah asked in return to the command but was hushed from her onslaught of questions by Tammy looking deep into her eyes, smiling and bringing one finger close to her lips and Shushing. Her eyes moved in the direction of the bar, at the same time nodding her head in the same direction. Sarah followed the direction; still not sure what was expected of her and when she looked back, Tammy was disappearing into the distance!

Frowning, Sarah walked into the bar area and found that it was virtually empty which relieved her a bit as she still felt awkward in her attire. Her panties still felt damp as she walked; her blouse was still gaping at the buttons, where earlier Tammy’s tongue had been exploring. She walked to the bar, smiling at the bartender, she order a large glass of red wine and retreated to a corner booth, where she could sit and relax and assess the situation. “Where had Tammy disappeared to” she pondered as she looked at her watch. A little before 2pm. She knew she had to be home for 8 tonight and it was a forty minute drive… If the roads are clear! She watched a middle aged Businessman picking the label from his Bud as he perched on a bar stool, the cigarette he had propped on the ashtray slowly shrinking as it burnt away. Sarah glanced at her watch again and was surprised to see it was a quarter past. “Where the hell was she?” she muttered to herself as she felt her worry turn to anger. “Had she taken what she wanted and just left?” “Would Tammy do that?” “Surely they had grown too close over the past week, they were friends, right?” the thoughts rushed through her mind quicker than she could answer them. But she needn’t have worried. At that moment her cell phone beeped the arrival of a text message.

” Ignore me when I come in, let’s play a game” the message read. It was from Tammy.

Sarah looked up just in time to see Tammy casually walk through the entrance to the bar area. She glided across the floor, as Sarah’s eyes darted up and down her body taking in the picture before her.

“Oh my God! She has changed!” Sarah thought, her mouth dropping open Casibom at the realisation and also the new image that Tammy was presenting her with. Her eyes took the journey from the floor to her head once more. From patent black sling backs with silver tipped stiletto heels, up her slender, taught legs enveloped in sheer black stockings which were precisely positioned to show off the thick black seam running in a perfect straight line up the back of her legs and disappearing into the unknown. Her dress was beautifully tailored to show off her curves and started midway up her thighs, allowing such a sight of those glorious legs. Sarah was breathing heavily now, the sight before her fed her imagination and her throat was suddenly dry. As she reached for her glass she noticed her hands were shaking and she hoped the wine would calm her. Looking back to the bar, Tammy was seated two stools away from Mr. Bud Bottle Peeler and was chatting to the bartender. They were both laughing at something either had said as he poured her a tall drink, with ice and a straw. Again her eyes dropped and she found herself staring at those stocking’ed legs, crossed, with the calf muscles visible and tight as she sat high on the bar stool. Again, Sarah felt that her mouth was open and she had to force herself to look away. As she looked up she felt Tammy lock her eyes onto hers and wink, smiling a sweet smile at her. At that instant Sarah felt her clit twitch and she flooded her panties with a warmth she normally only reserved for her husband! This was too much. She was on an altogether different consciousness. And it felt good.

Tammy was sucking on her straw, drawing it up between her perfectly glossed ruby red lips. She now had full make-up on and looked like a Hollywood actress, about to seduce her leading… lady! The tip of her tongue flicked out and toyed with the end of the straw. Sarah looked around, Bud man was still playing with his label, and probably too many bottles past caring and the bartender had disappeared. There was movement. Sarah looked down to see the legs just re-crossing and in doing so, presumably purposefully, Sarah had a glimpse of stocking top and at that instant again felt warmth between her legs as she gushed into her already sopping panties. She inhaled and could sense her own musky smell, she felt her face flush and wanted to just disappear, to not be in such a public place and she looked back to the bar to plead with Tammy for them to leave but as she looked up, again, her lover had gone!

‘Chink Cluck’ she was jolted back to reality with two glasses and a bottle of red being placed on the table and looked up to see Tammy stood by the side of the booth.

“Hello, I have been watching you from the bar, and it seems we are both alone, do you mind if I join you for a drink?” Tammy said loudly and in a sultry tone.

Sarah smiled and drew her arm across the booth as if to say, “Take a seat.”

Tammy re-filled Sarah’s glass and poured herself one and continuing the pretence of not knowing her chinked Sarah’s glass and announced, ” I’m Tamsin, pleased to meet you.”

“You look gorgeous, Tammy, I don’t think I can play this game, I want you too much.” Sarah stammered the words, she was still shaking, she was so in awe of this woman sat before her and she could think of nothing more than ravishing her.

“Sshhh, plenty of time, honey.” Said Tammy as she sidled up next to Sarah on the bench seat. In doing so she rubbed her thigh against Sarah’s bare leg again causing an involuntary shudder and that now familiar warmth spreading. An arm snaked around her waist and Tammy pulled her close. “Just enjoy these sensations, this is just the start.” Whispered Tammy. “I want this first time to be something you will never, ever forget so let’s just draw it out a little longer, enjoy your wine!” She added and squeezed at Sarah’s waist, offering comfort and encouragement at the same time.

“I am here on business, I don’t really know this city and I was all alone in my hotel room so thought Id pop down for a drink” Tammy continued in the false sultry tone and Sarah smiled at the difference in her voice. Suddenly the words Hotel Room hit her and she realised what Tammy was saying, and as she looked up she saw Tammy glug back the last of the wine in her glass and begin to stand. All Sarah could do was follow her with her eyes by which time Tammy was fully standing and leaning down on the table looking directly into Sarah’s eyes.

“Bring the bottle, honey, we can relax more back in my room… follow me!” Sarah quickly finished off her wine, more for the calming effect on her nerves than any other Casibom Giriş reason and felt herself standing and following Tammy… or Tamsin!

They entered the elevator together and stood side by side, Tammy slid her hand into Sarah’s and whispered, “It will be okay, just relax!” This caused Sarah to grip her hand tightly and smile. She seemed on autopilot as she followed Tammy from the elevator and along two corridors until they reached the closed door.

“This is it.” Tammy stated matter of factly as she slid her key card in the door and it flung open.

The first thing that hit Sarah was the smell, sensual and floral … was it bath oils? And then she saw the candles, lots of them, all lit and casually scattered all around the room. It was beautiful. Again Sarah was lost for words and her mouth had that dry feeling again. She poured out two glasses and offered one to Tammy but as she looked in her direction she could see Tammy was already beginning to undress. Sarah’s mouth dropped open again as a stocking was flung in her direction and landed across her shoulder.

“Oh my God” Sarah mouthed but not all the words seemed to have come out loud so she cleared her throat and tried again.

“Come on, join in, I’m not going in there on my own you know!” Tammy chided as she pointed towards the bathroom.

And then Sarah realised the source of the lovely smell, the bathroom was full of scented candles, all flickering away and the bath had already been drawn, steam and wonderful scent emanating from the hot inviting water. As she was taking in the idyllic scene, she suddenly took in a huge gasp as she saw Tammy stride naked into it and create paradise! Her eyes were locked upon that curvy perfectly round and soft ass as it lifted in response to one leg and then two entering the bath. Her eyes travelled quickly just in time to see her perfect shaved pussy peaking out of the junction of long lean legs. She knew her mouth was watering at the sight of the two pink inner labia, which bobbed out into view as Tammy lowered herself and finally sat in the water.

Sarah wasted no time, her blouse was off in an instant and the she can’t even remember taking anything else off, it all happened so quickly and before she knew it she was behind Tammy in the tub, her head resting on her shoulder nuzzling into her precious neck. Her arms wrapped around Tammy’s waist in an adoring hug with her hands snaking up and down her torso, not knowing where to stop. She cupped a breast and then the other, kneading them between her palm and fingers, with her fingers splitting to trap a nipple between and to tease it out. No teasing was needed however as they were so erect, Sarah didn’t want to let go, she pushed her mound in closer, feeling the warmth of Tammy’s cheeks yielding to the pressure on them, her own breasts pushing into Tammy’s back, she so wanted to melt into her, to become one. She reached around and planted soft butterfly kisses across her neck, her cheek, her nose, finally stopping at those rouged lips where, oh, so tenderly she kissed her prize.

Tammy swung around in the water, so that she was now facing Sarah and seated upon her lap, urgently pushing her mound into Sarah’s. Sarah bucking up in response, them both needing each other so badly, dropping her head and finally taking the long tight nipple into her mouth, it was huge like a Loganberry, swollen and oh so sweet. She sucked and nuzzled at Tammy’s breast like a nursing child, and like a baby she had unconditional love for this woman, she felt she could stay attached and suckling forever, she felt so contented. She felt Tammy’s pussy grinding now into her own and knew exactly what she wanted. What she needed. What she yearned for. She lifted Tammy from her hips, guiding her upwards so that Tammy was now stood in front of her, her pussy directly next to Sarah’s waiting mouth.

She bent forward and saw Tammy twitch in anticipation, she saw her juices flowing from her opening and then she had it, her first scent of a woman. She was intoxicated, the smell spread up her nostrils and straight to her brain. It was a drug, she wanted more, she wanted to smell that aroma forever and more than that she wanted to taste it. She eased forward and took the whole pussy into her mouth, enveloping the whole area, the engorged lips swelling in the tight confines of her hot mouth. She let her tongue slip out and probe the lips her mouth was covering. They were so soft and smooth, the cum was gushing out between them and Sarah hungrily lapped it all up loving the taste and wanting more. She wanted to make Tammy come. But not here.

Sarah stood up Casibom Güncel Giriş and guided her to the bedroom, laying her down on her back on the bed. She mounted her and hugged her gently, kissing the nape of her neck, her shoulders and up again, nibbling her ears. Tammy was moaning softly and lifting her hips up and down, she was desperate for some release now. Sarah’s tongue licked down, over her stiff nipples, letting them pop back into place after the wet tongue dragged them down with its downward journey. It danced over her abdomen, feeling the soft bouncy belly beneath it and over her sweet shaved mound until that awesome aroma hit her once more. Pure hot sex, the smell of lust and passion and uninhibited love. She got down on her knees on the floor and spread Tammy’s thighs, wrapping her ankles up behind her as she dove her head forward and pushed her tongue hard into the waiting, dripping slit.

Sarah was in heaven, she lapped at the flow which was oozing down the taught walls of Tammy’s pussy, she could feel it contracting beneath her tongue as she wiggled it around and lapped at the tender bumpy walls. She drank every drop, which gushed out at each administration that she did. Sarah brought her mouth up to Tammy’s eager clit now and sucked gently at first, drawing the little bud into her mouth and then releasing it and softly blowing cool air onto it before sucking it back up to repeat the process. Tammy was bucking wildly now; she was holding the back of Sarah’s head, forcing it hard back into her pussy, her hands wildly thrashing through her hair. Sarah felt her own pussy gush, she was on another planet, in pure bliss and she orgasmed right there, with her mouth sucking in Tammy’s pussy whole, her tongue flat and long slowly licking upwards towards the twitching clit. She shuddered again with an aftershock; she couldn’t believe she had orgasmed without being touched, just from the experience! She brought her lips once more over Tammy’s clit and nibbled down with her teeth, grazing it across the exposed pink pearl and that was it, Tammy howled at loud ” Owwwwwwwwwwwww Fuck me!!! Oowwwwww God, I’m coming, I’m coming Jeeeezzzzzzz”

Sarah didn’t need to be told, she was flooded with hot sticky cum, it was running down her neck and she was greedily lapping up and down at Tammy’s hole like her life depended on it. She put two fingers together and pushed them up through the cum and into the waiting pussy. She began pumping in and watch watching her own fingers disappear as she brought her other hand down to her own bare pussy and stroked it in time to the rhythm, she wanted to come together with Tammy and she knew that Tammy would not be long in coming again. Her eyes were glazed and staring wide at the ceiling, her hips were bucking wildly in the air, ramming back into Sarah’s fingers every time they were removed. Sarah added a third finger and two into her own pussy and she fingered them both together, panting like a wild animal herself now, she was near. She learned in and lapped again at Tammy’s slit, sucking in her soft rubbery labia, pulling them deep into her mouth. She was watching with amazement as her fingers slowly pumped in and out of the wet slit. It was such a sight to behold, beautiful and so sexy. She could feel herself coming, she leant in, licking at her fingers as they disappeared into the pink hole, savouring the warm juices and then without warning she went lower and lapped around Tammy’s little asshole, pushing the tip in, at the same time frantically fingering herself now, it was coming, it was coming. She forced her tongue past the seal and felt her tongue in Tammy’s tight ass.

“AAArrrrrggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” Sarah came loudly.

She was first but only a split second before Tammy, who feeling the tongue in her ass gushed her third orgasm all over Sarah’s face. They were both spent and just lay there is their post glow and Sarah dozed off asleep. She awoke with her head resting on Tammy’s soft ass cheeks and she immediately smelt pussy again and had to take another taste. She slowly lapped at the tired pussy and tasted all the dried cum, cleaning up Tammy and in the process waking her.

“Hey!!” “Are you raping me, Sexy?” Tammy scolded

“I’m sorry, I just can’t get enough of you.” Sarah said as she cuddled up and planted a big loving kiss on her friend’s forehead.

They cuddled for another half an hour before realising that they both had other lives to lead and they needed to part. They dressed in silence, both solemn, not wanting this moment to end.

They left the hotel, hugged and both walked their separate ways. Sarah’s mind was awash with a million thoughts; a million experiences that had just became reality. And then it hit her, Tammy was right! She would never, ever forget this, her first time!

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Fatback at the Suga Shack Ch. 01

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Hey, baby boy. I’m gettin back to you just like I promised. By now you must a seen my clitty and ass pics just like you demanded, er, aksed me for. I thawt about you while I pozed for the camera. And you see that pic where I’m spreddin my thick legs while supporting my backside so you cudd check out my blackeye? Rite after I done snapped that shot, suga, I fucked my dammed trypodd. That’s rite. I straddled that muthafucka and rode it like a pogo stick. I think I’m pozessed with sum spirit that done jumped in my body down at Koko Beach.

There’s a sayin: You cudd take the chick off Koko Beach, but you can’t git the beach out the bitch. I can imajin you sittin there beatin off to my pic, if not this missiff. I betchu wundrin, too, if I ever went back to that Carribbean paradice. Nuh-unh, baby. That’s a place of last rezort. If I sound relaksed, it’s cuz I just got back (yeah, yeah, I noze I gots back — never mind. Tee-hee-hee.) Like I was sayin, I’m fresh back from a retreet in God’s contry. You herd me rite. In late Sepptember I went out west, with my friend Pam — yeah, that uptite ho from my hometown of Upthasse — cuz she done redd a artikle about the retreet, a mikstur of a dude ranch and a spirichul getaway. So we spent a week there, and it was the longest week in my fuckin life.

It was colder than I thawt it’d be. Indian summer, my ass! Me and Pam also had our appatites geered for some johnny cakes and got offended when the guy runnin the mess hall said we’d have to settel for ho cakes. I didn’t get past a “What the fu–” when Pam’s hand flew up to my runaway lips. I think when I turned mad like that was the only time I felt some heat. Up in them mountens, chile, it was frijid, turnin us into snowwomens. Ooooh wee! Talk about hard nippels. I had fuckin DVDs for titty balls. Now, don’t go misreedin like you usually do; I didn’t rite that I contrakted VD, you silly white boy.

Well, everythang was gwan okay till one nite about three Casibom days into our R&R. It was so late, suga, that the crickets was gettin they ass whupped by the birds. I felt sumthin sharp in my back like thumtacks. Them pokers was just jabbin, but soon the sensashun seemed to fade and I must a returned to sleep. Before long, the sun done cum up, me tossin and turnin like I was havin a Tina Turner/“Proud Mary” nitemare. Then it dawned on me what was happenin to me since I’d hit the hay. Pam was havin a feeld day! Yeah, sowin her wild oats and makin lots of yogurt to go with them.

Baby boy, she must a been havin one a her Sleepin Beauty dreams but got kissed by a horny toad instead cuz she was grindin her cooch into my asscrack and burrowin her nails-for-nubbins into my back. Honestly, tho, it was feelin dammed good after a wile. That is, till I felt her cum snot run into my butt creviss and a chill crepped up my spyne. Suga, you knows I goes both ways, but not with a good ol’ friend like Pam. I tryed to argue with her, sayin it wasn’t rite what she done to me in my sleep, but she cut off my carbun diokside with her fleshy tong. That took me by surprize and sparked a flame between my thize.

Pam and me started getting relijun in that po’ ekscuse for a bed. It’s gwan take years of therrapee for me to face the fact that I fucked my friend and she fucked me back … in my ass. She even spanked my fatback like we was dirty dancin in one of them suga shacks in our hometown of Upthasse so deep down South that we like to joke we cudd Mexican guys head on a clear day. My objekshun to Pam’s kink — and I don’t mean her hair cuz I likes it coarse above and below — lasted but a hot-as-the-Louisiana-sun minute.

Still, I didn’t think Crishchen womens carryed bullits in their purses, especshally when travelin. Pam is the always-got-a dollar-for-the-church-buildin-fund type of heethen in lamb’s clothin — or whatever that expresshun is. While my girl zapped Casibom Giriş my clitty with her remote-controll bullit, my body jerked like it was gettin hit with the litenin bolt that Pam’s gonna get for lyin to her God. Good Crishchen, my black ass! Miss Front Row Pew jammed a 9-inch, tar-black dilldo up my wet pussy while I was spazzmin from her bullit. I cudd still heer her tawntin me with, “You like that jelly dong, don’t you bitch?” I told her the only jelly I was enjoyin was the kind spreadin all over my thize, butt and my fat, hairy mound.

When Pam sent that dilldo home, I swared I could hear the bell like in a boxin ring. I think I fainted. TKO. And my homegirl sho got a title belt cuz when I openned my eyes, which was all hevvy lidded from my orgazim headache, I noticed that she was wearin a belt for reel. She mimicked me, sayin, “What you cryin ‘Oh, shit’ fo’?” Maybe she thawt I was stupid, but I’d seen a strapon befo’; I just cuddn’t beleeve Pam got up the nerve to even shop for one. (I later found out she orders the stuff online so she can be diskreet.)

That dick hookted onto her strap horn lookted pitch-black and menacin. I skrunched up my face and warned her that if she cummed neer me, I’d make her go down for the count. And I didn’t mean eatin out my pussy, eether. I twisted to my right to grab the silver vybrator I guess she was gwan use on me after she eggzawsted herseff with the strap-on, and she jumped on my ass and started struggelling to fuck my twat again. I was yellin, but the more I protested, the greedyer she got for my pussy. I was saved by the bell, the doorbell. I throo on the remmnents of the gown Pam must a tore off me befo’ nailin my back with her titty screws, and bolted for the door.

Standin there in the porchlite was a dead ringer for a certain veepee wannabe. But this visiter — let’s just call her Tara — had a prettyer face and a sexy vibe that makes Sarah pale in comparison. The misteereuss Casibom Güncel Giriş white chick had on a pair of glasses that was more dulce, as the Spannish say, than Dolce & Gabbana. Her hair shudd a been mussed up for that time of nite-day. After all, it was the brink of dawn, but nuh-unh, honey. She lookted like she just glyded out a hair salon on Rodeo Drive. I, in contrash, lookted like I been rode like a wild bronco in a rodeo. I don’t know if the lite was playin tricks on my eyes, but our guest had a sparkle in hers. She aksed me if anything was wrong, and then I reelized she must a herd me protestin from Pam’s sex play.

Just then, Pam emerged, still warin the menacing ebony strap-on, and cut her eyes at the white chick. The allabasterd beauty had the awdasitty to check her out from head to toe rite there in our rented livin room. Tara said if we needed a refferree, she would volunteer her services. I was thinkin that we needed somebody else to ring the dammed doorbell cuz Pam was about to break into some LL Cool J moves like in his video for “Mama Said Knock You Out.”

Tara wasn’t skared, tho’. She was red in the face and ears is all. She kepped on bostin that she had neegosheeyatin expeereeance, which I misherd and thawt she was sayin she wanted to shit on us. Pam was wide awake, tho’, and cuddn’t resist, telling the Alaskan guvanor’s lookalike, “Oh and I suppoze cuz you herd us speekin to eech other in ubonnics, you is a farren policy expert now too, hunh? Well, is you?” Tara reeched deep into her soul and shot back at Pam with, “Grill me, baby, grill.”

And with that, Tara wiggelled her boney nose and flunged off her coat. Her pink and white tits sprung out and almoss blacked out my eyes. I can’t even tell you, baby boy, how her twat looked cuz I was fiksated on them knockers. She had puffy nipps like me, and I fancyed her tits as my Cawkazhun twins. Insted of shakin her hand, I just rubbed a big brown tit that was pokin out what was left of my blue nitegown thanks to Pam’s nite moves, against Tara’s blushin white tit. Laffin like Pebbels Flintstone, Tara tryed playin dumm, but me and Pam knowed what this white chick cummed over to get.

~ to be continued ~

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April Blossoms Ch. 4

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Hi. My name is April and if you have been following my story of sexual escapades, you know that my mom and step dad taught me to enjoy sex. Then my husband and I enjoyed some hot times. Next my mom and I were exploring our BI side when we got caught by my husband who then ravaged us both. (Much to our enjoyment, I might add.) We parted that day, planning on a foursome with my step dad and us for the next Saturday afternoon. That brings me to now. It’s Sunday morning and I’m laying here in bed, remembering the heat and passion of yesterday.

The doorbell rang. I went to the door and looked through the peephole to make sure it was them, because I was only wearing a sheer white teddy with very skimpy matching panties. It was, so I opened the door and gave them both a hug. Mom was wearing some tiny skin tight blue jean shorts that barely covered her pussy and made no effort to conceal her sexy ass. She had on a skimpy white halter-top that barely covered the nipples on her firm 38DD breasts. She looked HOT! George had on jogging shorts and a T-shirt. I led them into the den where Kevin was mixing drinks. He only had on boxers and I saw my mom lick her lips in anticipation. The tension was a little awkward as we sipped our drinks until my mom said, ” Hell, we all know why we’re here. Has anybody changed his or her mind? We all looked at each other as we all shook our heads, no. “Good, let’s adjourn to the bedroom then.” She said as she took George’s hand and led the way.

When we got in the bedroom, George said, “Kevin tells me you two girls put on quite a show. Do you think we could have another performance?” My mom didn’t hesitate to reply “Sure.” Remembering, the sweet tastes of my mom’s pussy juice, I quickly agreed also. We stood at he foot of the bed and started to kiss. My hands slid around my mom and untied her halter; it fell allowing those delectable breasts to swing free. I couldn’t resist bending down to lovingly suckle then kiss each one. She moaned as her nipples grew and turned rock hard. She immediately pulled back, almost ripped her shorts off and then slid my panties off as I took my top off.

We fell on the bed and were soon entwined with each other in a long passionate embrace. My titties pressed into hers, our tongues dueling in a passionate kiss, our bodies trying to meld with each other. After a few moments of this, she rolled me over with her on top. She slid down until she was at my titties. Her tongue flicked out and teased first one nipple, then the other. She then took as much of a tittie in her mouth as she could. Sucking on it as her tongue continued to caress the nipple. By this time I was moaning and beginning to toss about. I glanced at Kevin and George. They both had stripped and were standing there stroking their now hard cocks. George caught my eye and as if by ESP, he moved up beside the bed and presented his large cock to my face.

I took it in my hands, pumped it a couple of times, and then brought it to my eagerly awaiting mouth. My tongue flicked out touched the tip, and it bucked as if a jolt of electricity had went through it. I did this a few times until George took my head and pulled it onto his now throbbing rod. I eagerly accepted it and swirled my tongue around the tip on the in strokes and let my teeth barely graze it on the outstroke. Meanwhile my mom had found my clit. My Casibom pussy was really wet as she tongue fucked it, then licked my clit, then tongue fucked me some more.

Alternating between the two, she soon had my hips thrusting upwards, wanting to feel her tongue deeper and deeper in my burning pussy. Watching his wife eat my pussy along with what I was doing to his cock soon had George really pumping his cock in and out of my face. Kevin had moved up behind my mom whose ass was invitingly stuck up in the air. He slowly rubbed the head of his engorged rod up and down the crack of her ass, teasing the entrance of her pussy. She just moaned and thrust back at him. He was surprised at how hot and wet, her pussy was already. Eating her daughter’s pussy while watching her daughter suck her husbands cock really had her turned on. Kevin teasingly rubbed his now aching cock around the lips of her pussy a few more times, then grabbed her hips and rammed his rock hard cock all the way in to the hilt. Mom just shuddered and let out a loud moan.

Kevin would slowly slide his cock out, pause, then ram it back in. He continued this for several minutes, slowly out, then hard and fast back in. Every time, he rammed his cock home, it drove my mom’s tongue deep into my pussy. The more excited she became from Kevin’s cock plunging in and out of her now burning pussy, The harder and faster she ate my pussy. She slid two fingers in my dripping pussy and started to fingerfuck me in time with Kevin’s thrust. her tongue danced on my clit. The more excited I became, the more I attacked George’ cock. I had one hand wrapped around his hard thick cock, stoking it as he rammed it in and out of my mouth. George had his head thrown back, eyes closed, enjoying the sensations radiating from his cock as I sucked on it.

My body was writhing uncontrollably as my mom fingerfucked my pussy and sucked my clit for all she was worth. She was moaning and thrusting her ass back to meet Kevin’s every thrust. Kevin had both hands on my mom hips pulling her into meet his swollen cock as he piledrove it into her. She was the first to cum as Kevin pumped it to her. She cried, “Shit! FUCK! SOOO FUCKING GOOD! I’M GONNA CUMMMM! AAAYYIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!” As she came, she went berserk on my clit. My body thrashed about wildly as I hungrily fucked George’s throbbing cock in and out of my. mouth. The sound of his wife cumming from being fucked by another man, and my rapidly licking fucking and sucking his cock soon had his hips slamming into my face as he drove his cock deep into my throat. His already large cock throbbed and grew even larger.

With one final ferocious thrust, he threw back his head as he moaned, “FUCK! YEAAAAAA!!” His hot cum blasted out of his throbbing cock, filling my mouth to overflowing. I swallowed all I could but the amount was so great I couldn’t swallow it all and some leaked out as his cock still worked in and out of my mouth. The taste of his hot cum was delicious and I milked his slowly deflating cock of every precious drop. As he withdrew his cock from my mouth, the flood that had been building in me burst and I screamed ” YES, YESS, OH FUCK YESSS, SHIT, I’M CUMMMMMMING AAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE.”

My body convulsed in pleasure as I arched upward, slamming my mom up and back against Kevin’s driving cock. The Casibom Giriş force with which she slammed back onto his cock made him ram it into her even harder and faster. He was steady moaning as he fucked her wildly, “FUCK YOU’RE PUSSY IS SO HOT, SO WET, I LOVE TO DRIVE MY COCK INTO IT. FUCK, HERE I CUMMMMM!! AAAAAGGGGHHHHHH” His cum boiled out of his exploding cock with such force into her pussy that mom came again. ” Yes, yes, fill my pussy with your hot cum, sooo good AAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEE!” she screamed as her body was wracked with wave after wave of pure pleasure. We all collapsed onto the bed and lay there a moment enjoying the super sex we had just had.

I was the first one to stir, as I thought about Kevin’s cum in my mom’s juicy cunt and began to wander what cum and cunt juice tasted like mixed together. I slid down between my mom’s legs and spread them. Kevin’s cum was oozing out of her in large white globs. I eagerly lapped them up and then sent my tongue probing into her pussy. The cum and pussy juice had mingled together to make an exquisite treat. My tongue dove deeper and deeper into hot dripping pussy trying to retrieve every precious drop of cum. As I lapped hungrily at her twat, mom began to stir back to life. As the warmth begin to grow between her thighs, she reached over and started to stroke Kevin’s cock. Her hips started to move in time with my tongue and I started to really get serious, licking deep into her pussy, then slowly sliding my tongue up to tease her clit.

As She stroked Kevin’s cock, it begins to stiffen and grow. Once she had it at full attention, she pulled it to her waiting mouth and started to tease it with her tongue. She would roll her tongue around the growing bulb, then lick the under side from tip to base, the tease the tip again. Kevin was soon rock hard and beginning to thrust, needing to feel his cock surrounded by warm wetness. I got hot watching my mom make love to my husbands cock and my pussy was soon aching to be stuffed. I looked at George who had started to stroke his own growing cock and ask, ” Please fuck me, ram my pussy full of your hot cock.” George just smiled and moved up behind me.

We were all positioned like earlier with only different people in different places. George teased my pussy by barely sliding the tip of his cock in and out in short strokes. He was driving me crazy, my hips started to thrust back to drive him deeper but he had his hands on my ass, holding me off that delicious cock. ” Please, George, please fuck me hard and deep.” I begged. Without a word, he suddenly plunged that ample cock all the way to the hilt in one quick thrust. I let out a screech “yes, yess yess” as his balls slapped my ass. I was in heaven.

My pussy full of hot cock, my faced buried in a delicious pussy full of delicious cum. George started to work his cock in and out of my now dripping pussy. The warmth from my pussy begins to grow and spread. As the feelings intensified, I shoved two fingers as hard and far up my mom’s cunt as I could. I begin to work them in and out in time with the cock plunging in and out of my pussy. My mom began to squirm and moan which seemed to spur George to greater action. He really began to pound my pussy. His balls slamming into my ass with every stroke was a new and erotic feeling. My hands and tongue worked Casibom Güncel Giriş harder and faster on my mom’s pussy and clit until she was just a writhing, moaning blob of jelly.

“Yes suck that clit, fingerfuck that pussy, fuck yea, oooh April eat your momma’s pussy baby, eat it, yea that’s it oooohhhh yea baby. Sorry Kev it’s just too good” she moaned as she took his throbbing cock from her mouth. She continued to stroke it as her body bucked and heaved on my hand and tongue. As she came closer and closer to her climax, she pumped harder and harder on Kevin’s throbbing cock. He was thrusting wildly as her hand fucked his cock faster and faster. Her pussy was flooding with pussy juice and I was frantically lapping at it trying to let none of that precious nectar escape. Her body stiffened and arched as she came with a loud “SHIT SOOO GOOOOD! FUCK! AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYY” As she stiffened, her hand unconsciously clamped down on Kevin’s cock with a ferocious yank and he splayed his hot cum all over my mom.

As it exploded from his cock, a spurt hit her face, another her breast. By this time she had regained her composure enough to take his still spurting cock back in her mouth and lovingly capture and swallow the remainder of his delicious cum. I was still contently lapping the cunt juice pouring from my moms drenched pussy when I felt George’s, cock slip out of my pussy. Before I could voice my displeasure at my emptiness, he rolled me over and quickly shoved his hard throbbing cock back into my aching wanting pussy. He lowered his head and began to kiss my titties as his cock pistoned in and out of my burning cunt. My body was writhing in pleasure as I tried to thrust my hips up to meet his cock and my titties up to meet his mouth.

I could feel his cock grow and throb with every thrust. I moaned my pleasure as I cried” Fuck me George, drive that big cock into my hot pussy. Fill me up with that big cock. Fuck me George, fuck me harder, Harder, HARDER!” He did his best. It felt like he was trying to split me into as he grabbed my waist and pulled me up to meet his every thrust as he rammed that cock home as hard as he could. My pussy was filled as it had never been filled before and felt exquisite. I was in heaven as I bucked and thrashed uncontrollably as the feelings just built and built. As he drove that cock into my burning pussy, he said. ” OHHH April, you’re so hot, so tight, your pussy feels so good on my cock. You’re so fucking good it hurts.”

His talking made me thrash and buck even more wildly. My actions soon had him driving that cock into me even harder and harder “OH YEA BABY, YEA, I’M FIXING TO CUM, YOU’RE SO HOT, SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!” He shouted as his cock exploded in my burning pussy. His boiling cum blasting into my already stuffed pussy set me off like a rocket. My body stiffened and I tried to scream but the feeling was so intense it took my breath away. I came like I had never come before. My body convulsed in pure ecstasy as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over me.

George collapsed on top of me and whispered “Wow that was great.” I could only nod because I was still in the throes of my fantastic orgasm. His pulsing cock was stilled buried in my dripping pussy. The tinglings down there were so intense that every time his cock would twitch, my whole body would shudder and a gasp would escape my lips. As I slowly came back to earth, I glanced around and noticed that Mom and Kevin had dozed off wrapped in each other’s arms. George slowly slid his deflating cock out of me, kissed me, hugged me and we soon joined them.

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Dad reeled his line in. I’d already stowed my rod away. The fish just weren’t biting today. This didn’t bother me. I hated to fish, though I didn’t let on to dad about it. I no longer enjoyed catching and killing things. I was a hypocrite about it, however. I didn’t mind eating what others had caught and killed—as long as it came to me cooked on a plate or I picked it up raw under cellophane at the grocery store. I’d toyed off-and-on with vegetarianism but it never stuck.

Now I was engaged to a girl who had no such qualms. She loved a good steak as much as any alpha male I’d ever known. Medium-rare steaks, burgers, lampchops, a rack of babybacks…Still and all, Kristie barely weighed a hundred pounds soaking wet. She still had the lean, athletic body of a cheerleader, five years after she waved her last pom-pom, did her last sideline somersault.

“This little filly of yours…,” dad said, likewise stowing his rod along the hull of the old rowboat, “…she’s quite the little flirt.”

“You sure hit it off with her. Mom? I’m not so sure…”

“You know women. When it comes to other women. But Kristie’s…What’s the word I’m looking for?”

“Fun-loving? Gregarious?”

“That, yeah.”

“She’s loves people, dad!”

Dad looked the length of the gently rocking boat at me. “Seems to me what she likes, son, is MEN.”

“That too.”

“Kristie have a lot of ex-boyfriends, does she?”

I swallowed some beer. Nodded. “Lots. Tons of friends all around. Christ, when I was at college with her before she knew I even existed she was dating the captain of our football team. She dated a couple of different players.”

“You OK with this?”

I nodded again, beer foam at my lips. “That was then. This is now. We’ve talked about things. I’m cool with it.”

Dad shifted on the wooden bench seat. “Son, don’t take this the wrong way. You’ve got my genes and I’m speaking as much about myself with your lovely mother as with you and Kristie. But from a looks standpoint…seems to me she’s marrying a little beneath her station.”

“Tell me about it. I pinch myself every morning when I get up. Kristie Wholefield engaged to ME? Marrying me? It’s too good to be true, dad.”

“And you know what they say about things that’re too good to be true…”

“Dad, let me blunt with you. And I don’t want to get, you know, too deep into personal stuff, private stuff, but…Kristie agreed to marry me on one big condition.”

“What’s that?”

“That our marriage always remain an open one.”

“Open?”

I swallowed the last of my tepid beer. I could’ve used another. “It means that…you can continue to have relations with people other than your spouse. You can sleep with other people if you want.” I waved my empty beer can. “This wouldn’t apply to me. I don’t want this from my standpoint. But…it’s something Kristie insists on, so…”

“And Kristie always gets her way.”

“Not always.”

“You two ever fight?”

“We’ve had our share of disagreements, but…”

“You always give in?”

I really could have used that seventh can of locally brewed Double S Lager now. “Pretty much. Kristie is…I feel lucky to have her, you know? Like you say.”

The smile that broke across my father’s face, like the sun emerging from behind a bank of silvery clouds, surprised me. He said: “I’d like to spend a little time with Kristie. Alone. Get to know her better. Figure out what makes her…tick.” Dad glanced at his Tag. “It’s too late today but how ’bout tomorrow, after breakfast, you take your mother out for a long drive in the country?”

“That’s fine, dad, but Kristie’s probably gonna want to go along. She wants to see the scenery.”

“Let me take care of that,” dad said bluntly. Then he smiled again: “You don’t mind sharing Kristie with me this one time do you? It’s not like you’re married to her yet. And even if you were, based on what you just told me…”

I was so nervous by now my hands had begun to shake. Dad the super-salesman. Dad the conniver, the subtle arm-twister. The entrepreneur. The ball-buster. Dad the rich capitalist. I swallowed—cotton.

“That would be up to Kristie,” I replied.

“You sound offended.”

“I’m Casibom not.”

Dad laughed. “Guess I’ll have to track down that bottle of Viagra Marjorie keeps hidden from me. Cause of my heart, you know. That and other issues…”

“Fine, dad. Horn in on my future wife why don’t you?”

Dad shrugged as if to say: Big fucking deal! “One afternoon of fatherly delight out of what I sincerely hope will be decades of blissful marriage between you two? And lots of grandkids?”

“Yeah, right.” I’d folded my arms, was looking off to starboard, or wherever, across the calm expanse of Beaver Lake. “You better clear all this with Kristie is all I’m saying.”

Dad straightened his back, arched it. Then he leaned in. “Son, you know I could talk an Arab out of his last towel. Now—”

“Dad!” I blew air, shook my head at the racist comment. Christ, old man! Knock it the hell off!

Dad leaned back, his smile having dissolved. He lifted his chin. Looked across at me down his pronounced Roman nose. “I find it interesting, son, that you’re less outraged by my proposal to fuck your fiancé than you are by my politics. I find it very telling.” He paused. “Now why don’t you row us back home for dinner before your mother gets her panties in a knot?”

Mom looked across at me. She’d stopped coloring her hair, had let it go silver. But somehow this made her look even sexier, more beautiful. Helen Mirren in her prime didn’t hold a candle to my mom. Dad had married well 30 years ago.

We were in her car—her E-class. She could have driven any luxury car she wanted (dad piloted a Bentley) but she was a practical, unpretentious woman and a mid-grade Mercedes was plenty enough for her. Now she looked over at me as we drove though the winding hills and the first hint of fall foliage.

“What’s your father up to?” she asked.

I played dumb. I shrugged. “Who knows? He has his doubts about Kristie, I think. He’s worried about me. He wants to get to know her better…”

Mom was still looking at me. “He wants to bed her, you mean.”

“Mom! What are you talking about?”

She turned her blue eyes to the winding road again. “I know your father. He’s insatiable, incorrigible. Someone once said… ‘Just like anybody who’s ever had enough…he wants more!’ That’s your father. Those two have been flirting with each other ever since you walked in the cabin door yesterday.”

“Dad is dad,” I said inanely, not sure where this was going.

“Yeah.” Mom pronouncing it like a bad taste in her mouth. We drove in silence for awhile.

“We don’t have to be the innocents in this,” she said a few minutes later.

“In what?”

“I was just thinking. It’s been awhile since…”

I gripped the steering wheel tighter. Yesterday in the boat my hands had started to shake. Now at least I had something solid to hold onto. To grip. My breath was coming faster. I said nothing.

“Maybe we should do a little turnabout-fair play.”

I didn’t respond.

“I know a place we could go,” mom continued. “It’s a house out in the country I’ve been trying to sell. But with the crash it’s just sitting there.” She looked over at me again. “I have the key. It’s fully furnished. Stop!” mom pointed. “There’s a little general store up ahead. They sell wine there. You’re tense, I can tell. We can pick up a bottle of Riesling, have a few glasses, go to bed and spend a nice intimate afternoon together. It’s been a long time, son…”

I pulled into the store’s gravel driveway.

“Do I still have it?” mom asked. She was leaning against the headboard, completely naked, legs spread, knees slightly raised. I brought her the last pour of pale-gold Riesling. I too was naked. But still too nervous to be completely hard.

“You’re beautiful, mom.”

“I’m old.”

“No you’re not.”

“I’ll be 50 next January.”

“That’s not old.”

“Stop flattering. It’s unbecoming of you. I’m going to finish off this wine then I’m going to pleasure you and make you hard.”

“I am hard.”

“Harder! So you don’t make me feel like I’m incapable any longer of turning a man on.”

“You’re a tremendous turn-on, mom.” I got on the bed and began Casibom Giriş kissing her thighs. I kissed up her still-taut belly to her sagging breasts. I kissed her breasts. I sucked her nipple, the nearer one. She suckled me, drily, while she sipped her wine. Tears came to my eyes I was so happy.

Mom set her empty wine glass down. “Let’s do 69, like the old days. Lets pleasure each other. Then I want you to put it in me and fuck my brains out. I haven’t been fucked in…ages. And no, I’m not on the pill and no I’m not menopausal yet. But it’s a safe time of the month so…relax about it, OK?”

“I’m relaxed.”

“No you’re not. Eat me! Pleasure me!”

Mom remained in the bottom position while I awkwardly rotated into the top position above her. She lifted her head up and bent my cock down and took it into her warm mouth. While I dove between her legs, lifting them from behind her knees. I licked and sucked her, her juices delicious. I pushed my hands underneath her and squeezed the soft flesh of her bountiful middle-aged ass. I could have remained like this for hours. This was truly heaven.

After a few minutes of oral bliss, however, mom patted my skinny ass. “You’re gonna cum in my mouth if I keep this up. Turn around and put it in me. I don’t care how long you last, just fuck me hard. Fuck my brains out! Enough with the oral, OK? You really love to suck don’t you? Tits, clits?” Mom laughed. “I worry about you sometimes, son. You know what they say. Fuck me, darling!”

Somewhat reluctantly I switched poles again, and moved forward between my mom’s legs. She guided me into her, her legs now rising to circle my back. I plunged in until our bushes met. Mom was old-school. She had an untrimmed triangular one, golden-brown, no grey. Yet.

She shouted, “Oh my god it’s been such a long time!” Though whether she meant sex with me or simply sexual intercourse with a man—any man—I couldn’t say.

I kneaded her soft and liquidy tits as I fucked her. I leaned my head down as hers rose off the pillow and we kissed, on the lips, our tongues sliding past one another. We kissed the entire time we fucked. My orgasm therefore was a silent one. Breathless, tasting of lipstick.

I rose up, still inside my mother but my body motionless.

“Did you finish?” she asked.

I nodded. “Sorry.”

“That’s OK.”

Mom smiled, half-smiled, trying to put the best face she could on it. Suddenly, staring down at her, she looked old. “You always were a quick-cummer,” she said, uncharitably. “I assume your slutty fiancé knows about this?”

That same day, late in the afternoon, Kristie and I were walking along the trails that circled Lake Beaver in a meandering sort of way. We were holding hands. Every so often we’d come across a sign that read: “Watch Out for Ticks! Lyme Disease Can Kill!”

“So where did you and your mom go today?”

I shrugged. “Upstate. Apple country.”

“You just drove around?”

“No, we stopped. For lunch and stuff. Country stores…antique shops.”

“Did Marjorie buy anything?”

“Nope.”

“Nothing?” my fiancé asked doubtfully.

“Just looked. Nothing caught her fancy, I guess.”

“Not even a basket of apples?”

“It’s a little early in the season yet,” I lied. “Too tart.” I was anxious to get the suspicions off of me. “What about you and dad? What did you do all day?”

“We talked a lot,” Kristie nodded. “He’s a really fascinating guy. I mean a real American success story.”

“He’s that all right.”

“I don’t care for some of his politics, but that’s OK.”

“Me neither.”

“Can I ask you something?” Kristie, the former cheerleader, was almost a head shorter than me. She was looking up. “He told me that yesterday, out on the boat, you told him about our marriage arrangement.”

I played dumb. “What arrangement?”

“That it’ll be an open marriage, like we’ve discussed a million times. Why would you tell your dad that?”

Another shrug. I almost wished we were back to talking about me, mom and underripe Macintosh apples. “He knew,” I lied.

“How could he know such a thing without you telling him?”

“I mean it kinda came up. Modern marriages Casibom Güncel Giriş and all and what’s yours gonna be like…”

“Because he was like… ‘Hey, if it’s gonna be an open relationship…why not?'”

“Why not what?”

Kristie didn’t answer. She walked on, head down. “He offered me a job, you know.”

“What!”

“A job at his company, his main office. I would be, like, his assistant at first. Learn the ropes. But he said the sky’s the limit. I could be a VP some day. Maybe even run the company.”

I looked down at Kristie in disbelief. “My dad offered you this?”

“After we had sex, yeah. He told me you were cool with this; you knew it was coming. The sex part I mean.”

“I wasn’t cool about it!”

“He said he made his intentions clear to you on the boat yesterday.”

“He—” I’d run out of words. “He’s…he’s crazy my old man!”

“I don’t think he was kidding, though. About the job. We had sex then I lit up a J and—”

“My dad smoked pot with you?”

“You’re more concerned about him sharing a joint with me than the fact that we were naked in bed together at the time and he’d just fucked me?”

“I…No! I…It’s just that I can’t see my dad smoking…smoking pot, that’s all.”

“I don’t think he offered me the job just because he was high and everything. Or in love.”

“Love?”

“Well, he said he adored me. He said he wanted me in his life.”

“He’ll be your father-in-law.”

“I don’t think that’s the sense he meant it in, y’know darling? There’s another tick sign. Jesus! Are they really this bad out here? Maybe we should turn back.”

“We’re halfway around the lake now. It’s six and a half dozen of the other.”

We stumbled on. Kristie drew breath, started to speak. Stopped.

She began again.

“Your dad told me something else.”

“What?”

“About you and your mom.”

I felt something crawling up my skin. I cringed. Said nothing.

“He told me that once, back when you were in college and home for the summer…I didn’t know you then…he walked in on you and your mother having sex. Sexual intercourse. Did that happen?”

I said nothing in reply. Nothing.

“He said that’s the reason he never wanted you in his company. You go on, get your law degree, do whatever. Go to work as a commercial real estate attorney for your mother’s firm, if you want. But not with him. Not at Blacklake Securities. He said he still loved you, both of you, but he could never forgive you and your mom for betraying him like that.”

I bristled, a little. “My father is, always has been, a serial adulterer. He’s—”

“Be that as it may…you committing incest with your own mother?”

“I don’t like the word commit. It wasn’t a robbery…or a murder. Or—”

“Still, dear. I sure learned a lot about you today. You and your family.”

It was getting dark. We probably shouldn’t have taken the long trail around Lake Beaver. The temperature was falling, rapidly. Kristie kept rubbing opposite arms to try and keep warm as we walked.

“So today,” Kristie resumed. Icepick in my ear. “You and your mom. Did you have sex with her? Maybe upstate in one of the houses she has on the market according to your dad? How many times have you fucked her in your life? Did you fuck her today? Mommy?”

“Kristie…!” I blew air. The lakeshore had come into view. I was tempted to go running into it, the black lake, fully clothed. Dive in. Drown.

“Was it revenge sex? You and your mom figured out—you already knew, of course—your dad and me would be getting it on while you were away? And you two incestuous love birds decided, fine, we’ll fuck each other to spite them?”

“Having sex with my dad is incestuous.”

“We’re not married yet, darling. The wedding’s still three months away. Besides, we’re not related, your dad and me.”

“Still…”

“What kind of son has sex with his mother on a regular basis?”

“It isn’t on a regular basis.”

“You just admitted it!” Kristie missed her calling. She’s the one who should have gone to law school. She should have been a prosecutor! “Fess up, my dear! Did you fuck mommy today? Did you? A revenge fuck? For old times’ sake?”

“Kristie, we took a drive upstate. Innocent stuff. We went antique shopping…”

“And usually when people go antique shopping they bring home antiques,” my cross-examiner maintained. “Where are the antiques?”

Where indeed.

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Jonas had researched many different religions after he moved out of his parents’ home. He had become very disgusted with his former faith when the preachers at his church had started speaking out against homosexuality. The derogatory, mean things people had said were heart breaking in many ways. After carefully thinking about the alternatives he concluded that paganism was the perfect way for him to worship and follow his beliefs.

Browsing through the mall bookstore he noticed a book with a bright blue and red cover, Finding your Soulmate and Love on the Astral Plane, sounds promising thought Jonas to himself. As he picked up the small book from the store shelf.

“Will this be all sir?” Asked the clerk.

“Umm, yes. Thanks.” Jonas mumbled as he was digging through his pocket for his wallet.

“Oh, hey, I know someone who changed his whole life with this book. There is a great candle spell in the back.’ The clerk blurted out as he bagged it up.

“Well thanks again.” Jonas quickly walked to the door, feeling awkward.

When he settled into his desk at home, he casually set the book aside. It was buried under a pile of papers on his desk forgotten.

It had been several months since he had went out on a date or met anyone who he was interested in. The need to be discreet and his loaded work schedule made it difficult to get out and socialize.

Weeks later, Jonas was going through his mail when he noticed a package wrapped in plain brown paper. It did not have a return address on it and looked suspicious. For reasons he could not explain, he felt compelled to open it. Inside were two red candles and one green with gold stripes. “How strange,” thought Jonas to himself.

There was a small machine printed piece of paper in the wrapping paper. The note read “Find your perfect lover, Astral Spell candles.”

“O.K., this is weird.” Jonas sighed, bewildered, and ran a shaking hand through his short brown hair. His light brown eyes fell on a corner of the book he had purchased then tossed aside without a second thought.

Flipping through the pages he came upon a section entitled, “Meeting Your Soulmate on the Astral Plane.” Glancing over the section and the accompanying ritual, he thought that it did not look too difficult. “I’ll do it!” Jonas spoke aloud.

He prepared for the evening ritual with great seriousness. Jonas made a purifying bath with sea salt, set up his altar space, and smudged the ritual area with sage. Thoroughly, he followed the instructions outlined for the ritual. After lighting his candles, he slipped into a meditative trance and allowed his astral body to detach from his physical body.

Jonas realized he was standing on an unspoiled beach with a small beach house a short walk from the gently rolling surf. Feeling drawn towards the 50’s style bungalow, he walked up the wood steps to the wrap around porch and knocked on the front door.

“Come in!” shouted a friendly masculine voice from the depths of the Casibom house.

The some hesitation, Jonas opened the creaky screen door and stepped inside. “I’m in here,” said the voice, “making a drink.”

Following the mysterious voice, Jonas made his way to a retro style kitchen decorated in pastel shades.

A tall man with a muscular build and long, dark hair was forcing fruit into a blender while draped casually in a small white towel. He turned to glance at his guest. “Jonas, I was expecting you. I see you received the candles I mailed you.” His strong, fine boned face lit up with a smile of welcome.

Jonas was dumbfounded. “You sent me the candles? How is it possible?”

After a brief moment, the interesting stranger handed Jonas a drink. “Come out with me and I will be happy to explain.” He led Jonas into an airy sitting room. His broad back of sculpted muscle seemed to fill the doorway as he passed through it.

“My name is Matthew. I am human, like you, merely visiting the astral plane. I located you by using a pendulum and the guidance of the spirit. Does this upset you?” Matthew asked with concern.

“I am amazed that the spell I worked brought me to a real person. And I am shocked that none of this is some weird coincidence.” Jonas felt attracted to Matthew’s hard body, exposed to advantage by the towel. “I am not sure what to think right now. I have never had an experience like this before. It is a bit unsettling. However, if I wasn’t interested in meeting you I didn’t have to accept the invitation.”

“I am pleased you decided to join me here, for an astral blind date. I don’t believe in coincidence, fate is another matter though.” A quick flash of humor showed in Matthew’s jade eyes. “Would you like to walk out to the beach?” He asked with a quirk of his eyebrow.

“Certainly, let’s go.” Jonas was completely infatuated by unusual man and felt an instant knowing that this truly was his soulmate.

The sun was moving lower in the sky. The horizon turned red, purple, and pink in the glory of a perfect sunset on the ocean.

Matthew reached out to grasp Jonas’ hand tentatively and guided him towards a prepared spot on the beach where a blanket had been spread on the sand. Tugging his hand, Matthew drew Jonas down to the blanket. He released his towel and leaned back exposing his sleek body to Jonas’ eyes.

Jonas gazed at the incredible body laid before him like a starving man at a banquet. His cock grew heavy with anticipation. He hastily removed his ceremonial robe. His body was light skinned but well toned.

Matthew’s eyes glinted with mischief; he picked up a handful of sand and let it trickle through his fingers onto Jonas’ stomach.

Jonas grabbed Matthew’s hand and pulled their hard bodies together. He kissed Matthew, plunging his tongue into his mouth; tasting the sweet, intoxicating fruit drink. Matthew returned the kiss, laving Jonas’ tongue with his. Their stiff erections brushed against each Casibom Giriş other.

Matthew gently pushed Jonas back against the blanket. He pressed small damp kisses in the tender spot under Jonas’ ear and licked a hot wet trail down his neck. Jonas groaned with pleasure at the erotic sensation. Matthew continued trailing his moist tongue down Jonas’ chest. Lightly brushing the sand off his stomach, Matthew circled his navel, marking a wet path down to his groin.

Taking one tight ball into his mouth, Matthew sucked on it lightly while he gently rolled the other one in his fingers.

“Gods, Matthew, your mouth is incredible.” Jonas gasped.

“I’ve hardly started.” He wrapped his tongue around the base of Jonas’ cock and licked it from bottom to top before taking it into his mouth. Strongly sucking on the hard dick, he bobbed his head up and down, his hair sweeping Jonas’ thighs. His tongue was working Jonas into a fever, he felt like he could cum at any second.

“Turn over. I want to out my dick into your tight ass.” Matthew whispered his breath hot against Jonas’ ear.

Slanting Matthew a sultry look, he turned to comply.

“You have a great ass.” Matthew ran his hands down the cheeks firmly kneading them with his fingers. Separating the twin globes, he dipped his tongue into the sensual cleft. Lapping at the valley, he toyed with the tight pink bud, eliciting moans of pleasure. He carefully pushed two of his fingers into the hot cavern, thrusting gently, preparing it for further penetration. Grasping his heavy cock, he slid the head into Jonas’ hole. After he felt the muscles start to loosen and accommodate him he thrust in to the hilt. They moaned in unison at the liquid sensation of hot pleasure.

“Jonas, I can’t wait any longer, I want to cum in you so bad.” Matthew caressed Jonas’ cock and balls, heightening the erotic energy of his thrusting.

Jonas was lost in sensation. The strong deep thrusts and the hand jacking him off were causing his balls to tighten. He could feel his orgasm building like a volcano about to erupt. “Faster Matthew! Please, I am going to cum.” He exclaimed burning with passion.

Matthew felt his own orgasm was eniment and slammed his hips back and forth brutally.

Jonas cried out. His body stiffened and his breath caught in his throat as the powerful orgasm ripped through him.

Feeling Jonas orgasm around him, Matthew managed two more ferocious strokes before his own reaction overtook him. He gave a harsh groan and pulled out to spend his thick, white jizz on Jonas’ cheeks.

Collapsing together, they lay quietly for a short time when Matthew reminded Jonas they must go back to the physical plane.

Jonas woke from his meditative trance, his skin still tingling from the astral lovemaking. His ceremonial robe was wet with sperm. His body had experienced his climax even though on a different plane. He had found his love but was not with him physically. The thought brought him great Casibom Güncel Giriş frustration. He went to bed wondering how to fix this predicament.

The next day Jonas received a small note asking him to come by the company headquarters. With a feeling of trepidation, he walked into the president’s office.

“Jonas, thanks for coming by.” Howie Landis welcomed him in with a handshake and gestured for him to have a seat. “As you know, we are opening several new restaurants in our chain this year.”

Jonas nodded his head, curious as to what this meeting was about and feeling slightly anxious.

“You have been with our company as an assistant manager for three years and have an excellent record. You have earned the “Best Trainer” award two years in a row. We think you would be the best choice for the head manager position for our new high profile restaurant in Key West.”

Jonas’ mouth dropped open in shock. This was the last thing he was expecting.

“Well, Jonas do you want the position?”

“I don’t know what to say, it’s a terrific opportunity.” He stuttered, trying to kick his brain into gear. “Yes, absolutely. When do I you need me to go?”

“The building will be complete in about a month. Do you think you can be ready to go next week? By the way, we will pay for your moving expenses and what ever expenses you will have for apartment deposits and first month’s rent. Oh, and you will also receive a raise of $7,000 and a yearly bonus.” Howie made this announcement as if he said this sort of thing every day.

“A week, wow, uhm, sure.” Jonas was trying hard to keep his composure. He felt like he had been hit by a truck. How could he move across the country in one week?!

“Great. Here’s your plane ticket, your hotel reservations, and the company credit card. Have a terrific career, you lucky devil.”

Clutching his newly acquired life in his hands, he stumbled from the office in a state of shock.

With help from relatives and friends, he was able to pack all of his earthly belongings for transport to his new home. The movers would pick it up in a couple of weeks and take it to his new apartment.

Three weeks later Jonas gazed up at his new neon sign. His own restaurant. He sighed in satisfaction. “Life would be complete if I could just have Matthew in it,” he thought. Without Matthew, he felt something was missing.

He noticed someone watching him from the doorway of the health club across the street. A young man in his late 20’s stood with his hand on the door. Long hair caught in a playful gust of wind. He dropped his hand and started to walk towards Jonas.

Matthew reached Jonas and kissed him softly.

“Its you, you’re here. Real flesh and blood.” Jonas felt a tear flow down his cheek.

“That’s what the green and gold candle was for, to bring us together by the blessing of the gods.” Matthew threaded his fingers through Jonas’s.

Jonas knew his life had been changed completely. His heart was full and he could soar to the heavens in freedom.

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Chapter 3

“Unexpected Discovery”

Annika

“Now, just wait for him to come to you. That’s it. Now… you want one fluid movement, straight through, as if you’re aiming behind him.” Darian tightened his grip on my waist, his breath tickling my ear and making it quite difficult to concentrate. “The last thing to remember is the reflective quality of the water; it’s like a magnifying glass. Compensate by aiming just below the fish, center mass.”

He kissed my neck, eliciting a shiver up my spine. “Whenever you’re ready, Angel.”

A flush burned its way to my cheeks. I love it when he calls me that. I leaned back into him a bit. God, it feels so good having him touch me like this.

Or like last night… The memory abruptly popped to the front of my mind with vivid detail. Unfortunately, it hadn’t ended as pleasantly as it began.

* * *

“Ow…” The word slipped through my clenched teeth.

Darian froze, instantly. “‘Nik…”

“No, it’s ok. Please don’t stop…” I pleaded, despite my better judgment. It hadn’t been that painful, not really.

He slowly withdrew the tip of his finger, and I unwillingly hissed air through my teeth. Ok, maybe it did hurt.

He raised a brow, holding his finger aloft, “You were saying?”

A droplet of my blood dripped off his finger, “Most girls bleed after their first time. It’s normal Dari.”

He kissed me, with incredible tenderness, on the lips. “Sorry ‘hon. I’m not into inflicting pain. I can’t have any pleasure if you’re in pain.”

I frowned, “But…”

“No buts,” he said very firmly, “You’re in no shape to make love again tonight.” He stood and lifted himself out of the hot spring, turning to sit on the edge next to me. “There’s still daylight left, I’ll run back to the boat and grab some supplies — I’m pretty sure there was some tampons in the small bag.”

He can’t be serious. “No, I’ll be fine… Don’t leave, Dare…”

He’d have none of it, “Look, I’m not ashamed of what we did, Angel. But we’re going to have to deal with the consequences. I’ll get the supplies, and you’re going to soak in the spring ’till I get back… and wear one of the things till you stop bleeding.”

He hugged me and stood, padding barefooted and naked over to his boxers. Struggling as he put them on, I couldn’t help but look at the rather large, semi-erect organ hanging thickly between his legs. “The exercise will do me good. It’ll get my mind off of… things.”

That explains his sudden explosion of muscles. I thought rather smugly. Apparently I wasn’t the only one who’d suffered during his year-long absence.

* * *

Smiling at the memory, I stared intently at the fish swimming in front of me. Apparently I’d quite the effect on my brother. He’d carried nearly everything back to our new home. Including the boat.

I stabbed the multi-pronged wooden spear into the water in one fluid motion. My eyes nearly fell out of my head, “I got him!”

Chuckling at me, he helped lift the fish so it wouldn’t slip off, “Very good. You have excellent form… for a beginner.”

I shot him a look, “‘For a beginner?'”

His white teeth flashed, “It was good enough to put food on the table, and that’s what’s important.”

“I’m not complaining; but how do you know all this stuff?” I asked. He’d always been interested in technology, computers, and history. He was the definition of “nerd” in every aspect of his educational and professional life. Only I and a handful of others knew of his healthy living lifestyle, his love of taekwondo and tai chi, the constantly upgraded gym-room at his house.

He just shrugged casually, “Started with the book ‘Hatchet,’ I think. Plus I’ve always been interested in technology, you know that.”

“Uhm, technology?”

He took the spear from me, walking back to the shore. “This used to be cutting edge, ‘Nik… so to speak. Back in the stone age, anyways.”

I rolled my eyes and followed him, taking very wide steps as I tried to ignore the soreness throbbing between my legs, “Still. Reading about it is one thing. Mastering it is another.”

He knelt down in the shallow water, producing a knife from the small pocket in his trunks, “Dad… I mean Jack, my stepdad, use to take me out all the time as a kid. ‘Roughing it’ as he would call it. We’d take a couple packs of food and water and stuff, but we’d almost never use them. We’d build our own shelter, hunt and trap with tools we’d make ourselves. Those trips are the best memories I have of him.” A vaguely nostalgic, yet bittersweet expression hung heavy on his face.

“Bet he’d be happy knowing what he taught you came in handy one day.” I offered, not knowing what else to say. I hadn’t known Jack, just like Dare had never really known Peter, our Biological father. My brother had lived with his rather abusive mother until he was sixteen, when he emancipated himself. I’d lived with Casibom Dad and my mom until twelve, when Dad passed from cancer, then just with my mom until I was fifteen.

There had been a short time when my brother had lived with the three of us, however. I’d been eight at the time, and it had been shortly after Jack’s death for Darian. His physically and mentally abusive mother had forced Dad to take custody — who’d happily complied. It was my mother who’d eventually forced Dad to give him back, less than a year later.

Darian had a rough childhood, but as soon as he broke free of his mother he’d flourished. He’d graduated high school a year early, had gotten a scholarship to an Ivy League school, and even patented a few programs which completely paid for his house… upfront. By his 20th birthday, he had more than enough resources to get me away from my mentally unstable mom, and we’d grown close those first few years. It’d been like living with a really cool, rich uncle.

We’d hardly ever talked about his dad though, mainly just ours. I always had felt out of sorts whenever something had reminded him of his dad and he would get that sad expression on his face, even though I’d do the same thing about our dad on occasion.

I watched him intently in silence as he gutted and scaled the fish I’d caught. Honestly it was disgusting, but not really all that much more than, say, cooking a turkey (the whole process, that is.) I forced myself to watch every detail, and found he was a fairly decent teacher — he’d show me how to cut, what to get rid of, the easiest way to remove the scales and entrails.

The sun wasn’t strong enough to use as a fire-starter yet, so he used his Zippo to get it going. I was surprised he had one, making a mental note to go through all the supplies later in the day.

Breakfast was a feast, compared to the day before. A dozen of those delicious berries, six full mushrooms each (the white and brown ones were safe) and those were seasoned with salt. Additionally, he sizzled up half the fish and would use the other half as bait for a bunch of snares; and the big black shitake mushroom as big as a small dinner plate to top it all off. Of course the fish and shitake we’d have to test as we had the first mushrooms.

“You caught the fish,” He offered, “So you pick.”

I thought about it, “I’ll try the mushroom. Seeing the fish gutted sorta… y’know.”

“Hard to eat something when you’ve seen its face, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” He gets me so well. I smiled.

He gave me a sliver of the mushroom, and cut himself a piece of steaming fish. It could have used a bit of salt, but other than that it was quite yummy.

I shifted on the hard ground, regretting how I’d forgotten the flotation devices we’d converted into pillows back in the cavern. I winced slightly, and what was worse he noticed.

“Still sore,” His tone didn’t make it a question.

No sense lying, “A bit. No blood, though.” I’d been relieved when I’d checked, on my last trip to what Darian affectionately called the cesspit. He assured me a “proper” outhouse was very high up on his “list of shit to make.”

He shook his head slightly, “I’m really sorry…” He started, and not for the first time.

“No, remember I said no more sorries. I’m pissed at myself enough as it is, I don’t need you being guilty, too. I knew what I was doing-” My voice dropped a decibel, “-Lover. I shouldn’t have rushed.” It was very true — If I’d been patient and went slow I wouldn’t be hurting… but then again I might have still been a virgin. And that would have been completely unacceptable.

“You’re just upset you can’t fuck me. I’m upset at why you can’t, ‘Nik.”

I did a double-take, “I’d be offended if you weren’t telling the truth. Is it wrong to want the man I love?”

…Shit. Wrong question, Annika! I belatedly realized I’d delved into a subject I was still avoiding talking about at this point. The morality of incest was definitely not something I wanted to bring up this early on.

However, he just seemed to think about it for several long (agonizing) seconds, using the time to thoroughly chew his food.

Finally, he answered. “No, Angel.” My heart skipped a beat, but he continued, “I might want to… no, I might be expected to say otherwise, but in my heart I know different. I love you, and you love me. Wanting to express it through energetic bouts of lovemaking is the very definition of right.” He slipped an arm around me, “Not to mention fun, healthy, and intensely erotic.”

“Perv,” I joked, tasting his lips lightly, my worries instantly vanishing.

He winked, “Just wait ’till I tell you some of the thoughts I’ve had about you. Remember that one Halloween party?”

I laughed, “My schoolgirl outfit? Are you kidding me?” I’d worn it two Halloweens ago. It’d looked like it had come from a Lover’s Lane catalogue.

He shook his head adamantly, “You have Casibom Giriş no idea. I don’t think I took my eyes off of you that whole night… those cute braided tails, short skirt… knee-high socks, very sexy.”

I blushed furiously, “Not as bad as you, dressed like a vampire. You know I had a thing for vampires.” I had been twelve when the whole “Twilight” fad had been popular. I’d been an Edward fan, naturally.

He shrugged, “Hey so did I.” He sighed lightly, finishing the last bit of fish. “Look, you’re going to have to take it easy today. No hiking or anything that’ll strain you, ok? I can’t stand seeing you in pain.”

Yesterday, I’d have fought him on the issue. Guilt was a powerful motivator, “Ok, Dari.”

He blinked, “Well… ok then. Thank you.”

I giggled slightly at his shocked expression, “C’mon, I’m not that bad. I can listen to reason every once and a while.

He stared at me for several long moments. “…Anyways I was thinking, while I’m out scouting today, do you think you can make some rope?”

“Rope,” I decided not to pursue the fact he’d be going off to scout by himself.

He briefly explained the process, which was basically tying and braiding lengths of wet tree bark. At my request, he showed me which trees and how thick to make the strips, which actually peeled off rather easily.

I got so into it, it was a surprise when he walked up to me some time later in full “battle” gear; with his makeshift leather leggings and my smaller pair strapped around his wrists up to his elbow, and a sharpened obsidian tipped spear he’d made last night through a process he’d called “Flint knapping.”

“Oh! You’re leaving now?” Suddenly, I was overcome with second thoughts. What if he got into trouble? Or got stung or tripped and snapped his neck?

He noticed my expression, pulling me into a strong, comforting embrace, “I’ll stay close, I promise. I don’t know how far sound will travel into these trees, so I’ll whistle really loud every fifteen minutes, and when I get back you can tell me how many you hear.”

I frowned, “That doesn’t help today, though. What if something happens to you?”

He kissed me then the same way he’d kissed me the night before… curling my toes and shaking me to my very core. After an eternity of our tongues tasting and touching, his hot breath caressed my face, “I’ll be very careful, I promise. I won’t be gone for more then,” he let me go and checked his watch, “Three hours. And you’ll hear me coming every fifteen minutes.” He pinched his lower lip, pulled it slightly and let loose an ear-splitting whistle that surely could be heard back in Illinois.

“Well I won’t hear you now. I’m deaf!” I yelled theatrically, rubbing my ears.

He just rolled his eyes, kissed my cheek and waved, “See you at twelve.”

I pouted my lip, “Fine. Should I make lunch?”

“I’ll bring some berries and ‘shrooms, and check the snares on the way back. Maybe you could catch another fish? It was delicious, honestly.”

I nodded, but wasn’t really paying attention, “Stay safe!”

He blew a kiss, “You too, Angel.” He disappeared into the tree line.

And I sighed.

Four gradually less piercing whistles later, I was hunched beside the water, making rope. It was tedious; tying lengths of paper-like, wet bark together. Then braiding three arm lengths together, tying that to the already made rope, then repeating the process all over again.

I’d made maybe thirty arm-lengths of rope before I decided I needed a break. There’d been no shade at the water’s edge, and I could have done it in the cavern but I wanted to be able to hear my brother’s whistles. I’d barely heard the last one, but dutifully waited for the next… even if I was getting restless.

Not restless, I thought, distracted. For some reason, my thoughts kept returning to the previous night… especially Darian’s kisses.

My hand retraced the path he’d kissed down my neck. God, he was a fantastic lover; teasing me until I could hardly stand it. And then he just took me… first my virginity, then with his mouth… then he’d slammed into me…

The heat beating from me had very little to do with the sun. “Time for a swim, girl,” I told myself contritely. “Gunna go crazy thinking about it.”

I slipped off my blouse and my brother’s shirt I’d been wearing as a skirt, diving into the cool water to defuse the heat. It’s odd to be able to drink the same water you swim in, but I took advantage, not even bothering to use my hands. For some reason I’d never do that in front of Darian. Wasn’t… Polite, I guessed.

I languished under the waterfall for a few moments, and hauled myself inside the cavern. I pointedly didn’t look at the hot spring… or the body-sized imprint my naked body had left in the slightly dirty stone floor.

The mostly deflated raft that served as our bed was sitting near the stream that ran through a portion Casibom Güncel Giriş of the area, and we’d built a small campfire just next to that. The raft no longer had sides, we’d cut them off to use the plastic for other things, but the base worked effectively as an inflatable mattress. Two flotation devices covered with the silk-like interior material of Darian’s suit jacket served as pillows, while a flimsy kimono and the remains of his suit jacket doubled as blankets and sheets. We’d both disdained feeling the metallic emergency blankets next to our bare skin, but we used both outside and under our makeshift bedding.

Our belongings were propped next to the wall, in some places on the wall where there were assorted small ledges. A compact mirror next to the stream was our bathroom area, for teeth brushing, shaving, and the like. Set at the opposite end of the stream, it even functioned for waste disposal in a pinch, though I made Dari promise me not to go in here — even though he’d snuck away from me the previous night to take a piss.

Guys, I rolled my eyes. They’ll pee anywhere. Meanwhile I had to take a ten minute walk to the “cesspit” for all my bodily functions. Maybe I was just jealous.

He’d taken his backpack with him, but all the items that had been in it were tucked neatly near the other small pack, and something immediately caught my eye.

Is that brandy? I hefted the large bottle, unable to read the Japanese label, but it was clearly blackberry liquor of some sort — likely brandy or spiced rum, Darian’s favorites. A dozen smaller bottles were tucked neatly into a bit of cloth, these labeled in English; Vodka, whiskey, rum, gin. I grinned, as they were obviously stolen from the complimentary mini-bar back at the hotel. While part of me immediately thought my brother was above such petty behavior, I mentally thanked him regardless.

I replaced the large bottle and went through the rest of the supplies, noting the interesting bits such as birth control, motion sickness, and heartburn pills. A collapsible cup that much to my surprise, showed a naked, rather pretty Japanese geisha when extended. It wasn’t exactly Darian’s taste, so I assumed he’d bought it for a friend.

Additionally there were some pretty Japanese, glass-covered works of art that were more his style, and I spent a couple moments setting them up to make the place more “homey.” We’d some spare bits of wood inside for the fire, and using some twigs as makeshift thumbtacks by wedging them firmly into cracks in the cave wall, I was able to hang the abstract pictures above the bed.

Returning to my snooping… or rather, my taking of the inventory, I noticed a small chrome case tucked discreetly under a small folded pile of boxer shorts. My curiosity peaked. What was he hiding under there?

Inanely, I looked over my shoulder as if someone would catch me. Against my better judgment I quickly grabbed the case and opened it, finding a number of hand-rolled cigarettes, rolling papers, and a bag filled with green, bud-like clumps of…

I frowned. Darian disdained cigarettes, much less unfiltered ones. I’d half a mind to chuck them into the water! Was he a hypocrite or something?

It was at that moment the smell hit my nose. Oh. “Ohh!” My eyes widened. Weed! Dare smokes pot! There’d been such a big controversy over it a few years previous, and I remembered discussing it with him. He’d been pro-legalization, explaining how in a great many ways it was no worse than alcohol, and in some ways much less harmful. Which really must have been true, because it’d been legalized federally for two years; though was highly taxed and strictly regulated. DUI for marijuana was an automatic prison sentence, and even smoking in public was worth a hefty fine.

I’d never tried it, not even in college. It was still illegal for me, being just over a year shy of 21. I heard it was mostly used by party-goers or “easy” girls that used it for sex. Apparently someone had figured out smoking it made sex more enjoyable.

…Enhance sex with Darian? Is that even possible? I closed the case, returning it to its hiding place. Something to ask him about… Maybe I could convince him to let me try some, and then we could…

I shook my head, heat once again flashing through me. What was wrong with me? It’s like the day after my period, can’t get sex off the brain. I glanced down, noting the stiff peaks poking through my bikini. Did losing my virginity turn me into some kind of sex maniac?

Giggling slightly, I made my way over to the hot spring. Addicted to sex? I thought as I slipped off my clothes.

I settled gradually into the water, finding the nook near the wall, my hands moving down my body of their own accord. I gasped as I grazed against the throbbing top of my sex, realizing how hot and swollen I’d become.

With a lover like Dari… Who wouldn’t be?

Darian

“She’s got a smile that it seems to me, reminds me of childhood… memories where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky…”

“Now and then when I see her face, she takes me away to that special place… and if I stay too long, I’d ‘probly break down and cry-ay!”

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