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Sr. Anne was taken by the horns by surprise. When she entered the class room at a cool and sunny December morning, the kids were agog in their prankish best. They greeted her in unison with gusto, just for the pleasure of hearing their sounds joining forces to create a racket. She smiled and sat at her table to begin a new academic week. She opened the drawer to pull out the books and crayons. There it was: a golden colored envelope addressed to her. It was addressed to Rev. Sr. Anne, Teacher, St. Augustine’s Lower Primary School. She examined the envelope with a kinky curiosity. The origin of the letter was unknown and it was deposited there probably by the writer himself. As a committed woman of religion and a bride of the Lord, bound by the three vows of chastity, obedience and poverty, she should hand over the suspicious material to the mother superior, without even opening it and deflowering it. But curiosity had the better of her and she opened it, leaving the ebullient kids to their own devices. It was a careless hand, obviously that of a specimen from the male species, caring little for the appearances. The forward slant of the letters indicated that the writer was an aggressive type, determined to get what he wanted.

‘Most Rev. Mother,’ the missive began and it straight went to her bosom. Nobody had ever called her mother; she had been sister always, now that she is thirty five.

‘I am an illegitimate birth, an orphan, somebody wanted by none, somebody having none. In plain language I am a bastard just like your Lord, just like Confucius, Queen Elizabeth First, Lord Ayyappa, Dr. Radhakrishnan and a galaxy of other enlightened beings of consequence. As an abandoned cur I lived in the underbelly of the world, feeding on darkness, celebrating my privations and eternally shut out from the brighter side of the world. The couple that bought me had groomed me to be a manual laborer, to help them for free for the rest of my life. So my education stopped after a few tempestuous years. I was tethered and apprenticed to the motor workshop they owned.

But you see, dear mother, the tree is in the seed. My parents must be of noble birth and I happened to be a philistine of intellectual disposition. I read books when I had time and taught myself. I burrowed into literature, science and philosophy like the fish taking to the waters. I found my happiness in my books even in the midst of appalling penury, starvation and hard work. My tyrannical foster father cum master and the shrew of a foster mother made sure that all my cherished avenues of happiness are shut out from me. They never knew that I had been sneaking my way to the municipal library to borrow books.

On one lonely sordid night, an idea struck me. In our parts, voltage deficiency during the peak hours is a debilitating hurdle to the people. I designed and fabricated a low cost step up transformer for the households. It happened to be an instant hit. It cost was a pittance and the service delivery was brilliant. By that time I was eighteen and was determined to wring my freedom from my so called parents who, with a malicious élan used to slap my bastardry on me most often than not. I took nothing when I made good of my escape except my intelligence and my fecund imagination. Shortly my product became a sensation throughout Idukki district, the most mountainous part of our state. I struck it rich, that too without any marketing blitzkrieg. Then I decided to diversify my product range. I introduced a voltage stabilizer that protected electronic gadgets from voltage spikes. That also invaded the local markets in style. I became an industrialist, I became established, my brand became known across the state and I could buy my way up the social rungs.

That is the obvious background, in the face of it. But I am peeved by a gnawing insecurity. I know my dear mother very well. I do not care who the hell fathered me. But my mother is dear to me. I have been searching for her though out my disowned life. But in my beautiful dreams, after tortuous days and tearful evenings, she used to come to me, my angelic mother. Her precious visage is etched deep in my soul. During my long travels across the country, I greedily searched her face in the multitudes, in the humdrum chaotic Indian cities, in the sadly poetic Indian villages where the farmers prime their lives with a primordial rhythm, in the ancient temples where the immense yesterdays breathe with us and walk with us, in the frescos and stone carvings of the central Indian caves and temples where female figurines excel in their curvaceous proportions. I had been to the hills, dells and exotic valleys flaunting myriad cultures- valleys where they add salt to tea in place of sugar, valleys where they hit the cloth with a stone instead of striking the cloth on a stone for washing, valleys where they clean themselves after defecation with pebbles instead of water or tissue paper.

One day, after long, long travails, I found my mother. My divine mother, who used to visit me in my Gaziantep Mutlu Son Escort dreams and softly soothe my fatigue away, who used to kiss new hopes and aspirations into me and who used to heal my otherwise indelible internal wounds with her redeeming love. Then I decided to relocate to be near to her, to see her and worship her from a distance, unobtrusively, without ever barging into her hallowed solitude. I watch her with overflowing admiration when her nimble feet are seen blessing my roads, when her adored frame is seen moving its wonted way to the workplace and back. Blessed that I am now, I live and breathe in a world which is consecrated by her presence. I also survey the same landscape that she does; I also share the same air and water she survives on.

I know that I have no claim over her, she may not even be my biological mother. My pestilential presence might shatter her inner tranquility. She might even out-rightly disown me and snub me to nothingness. But kindly forgive me, my precious dear if I am overtly sacrilegious and perfidious, but you are the mother of my dreams, the queen of my dreams.’

The mysterious letter was un dated. Chronological sign posts seemed impertinent.

Sr. Anne found herself to have broken into cold sweat, her armpits were wet, her hands and feet were moist with spreading sweat. A cold but exciting chill swept past her. Of course she was not going to share the devastating epistolary bomb shell with anybody, not even with her dear roommate Sr. Ursula, leave alone the imperious mother superior.

Her internal wounds came alive again. They began to bleed. The chaste and demure sister has certain secrets that should go to the grave with her. When she was just fourteen, she was raped by a family friend. She was terrified and shattered by the breach of faith. He was her trusted uncle, he did it in a diabolic tsunami of inexorable carnal passion. She was a sweet curvaceous girl blooming fast into a mesmerizing feminine presence. After many nightmarish months, she realized that she was carrying. Being a diffident naiveté, flabbergasted by the changes in her adolescent body, Anne kept the secret to herself. She realized that she was unclean. The fruit of her sin was growing in her. She knew that her conservative church going parents would give her up. That will be the end of the world. She wanted to die with her past. Weeks heaped upon weeks and turned into months. One day her mother realized the change in her daughter.

An illegitimate birth in the family would shatter the reputation of family. They will become social pariahs. It will affect the future of her siblings too, nobody will ask them in marriage. Anne herself will become an unwanted commodity on the marriage market.

She was packed off to the distant place, till date she could not make out where it was. When the child was born, she was refused to even have a glance on it. She never knew whether it was a boy or girl. Her motherly instinct told her that it was a boy. Thereafter nothing was heard about the child. When she returned home, her father who was so dear to her, her refuge and tower of hope, emphatically and imperiously said that she should join a nunnery. The consequences will be disastrous if she cheats a future husband and he finds it out at a later stage. She had no choice. She had to do it to keep the dignity of the family intact. When her cloistered life meted out to her by a forced avocation dragged on, she was by and by alienating herself from her own family. In the years that followed she became a non entity in the family. A few months after her confirmation, she heard that her father had brutally murdered her aggressor and committed suicide. She did not go for the funeral, she melted away in the darkness of her cell and cursed herself.

But this anonymous epistler could be an imposter. Still it thrilled her. On many a still and rainy night, when the morose rains wept down the roof, she would gaze deep into the darkness and wonder what had happened to her child. Was somebody feeding him, caring for him and providing him his share of emotional security and safety? During Christmas, Easter and other feast days, when the nuns elaborate and have elaborate banquets, she would silently weep and wonder whether her child was starving somewhere, waiting expectantly for his mother to give him his share of good night kisses, cuddles, candies and pleasures.

She looked after the children in her class room as her own. When the thirty little kids in her class are affectionately cared for, God would hopefully recompense by caring for her sole child, the unfortunate child of an unfortunate mother.

Sr. Anne was thrilled, now she has somebody, a mysterious somebody. Even if he is not her son, it mattered little. There somebody out there, somebody who would care for her, who would share his life with her. She felt infernally defiant, against the society and against the congregation and its hypocrisy.

Next day, Tuesday, on her way to school, she furtively looked for faces that would register a secret recognition. Nothing happened. She secretly hoped that he was watching her from everywhere. She took the class for her dear child. On the way back also she looked for dear faces. Many walked past her, many greeted her, but he was not among them. She knew all the parishioners, none among them could be the one she was looking for.

That night she found another letter, this time right in her bag- a fresh one from the same hand.

‘My dearest mother, perhaps it is presumptuous of me to call you so, but please permit me, an unwanted creature alone in the world, to address you so, the paradox and irrationality thereof notwithstanding.

My days pull on thinking of you. I hope that on one epochal day I would stand in front of you and that you would recognize me across the ages. Thereafter my days will be different, my life will be different. There will be music in my moments and charm in my chores. I would stand on top of the world, I would touch the stars and tread on the beds of fragrant dreams.

May be in your home mission, you would call on my humble abode and recognize me. I shall stand before your beaming bonny form in trembling hope. You would read my soul and time will cease to be.’

Suddenly her eyes were wet. On Saturdays the sisters used to visit various houses in the parish. They used to listen to the hopes, aspirations and anxieties of the parents and children. They used to lure and goad the deviant and recalcitrant teenagers back to the ways of the church. Sr. Anne was sympathetic to the girls and children who were sexually abused. Many confided in her the silent and subterranean tragedies and traumas they were subjected to in a stiff, seemingly still conservative community. This time around she decided to visit non Christian families too.

One day during the home mission, she and her companion, Sr. Ursula noticed a new house not far from the school. Sisters are not permitted to visit houses alone. Sr. Anne said that she would go alone and find out who was living there. The house was a little way uphill from the main road. Sr. Anne and the novice companion acquiesced for no reason. Perhaps they were too tired to trudge up hill.

She walked up and expectantly opened the wicket gate. It was a small cute house newly built with taste. The house seemed to be deserted. She pressed the calling bell and waited for a response. There was movement inside. Suddenly the door was opened and a young man bowed low to her and touched her feet.

‘Come in mother, come in, I was watching you from the top floor. I am blessed that you have deigned to visit my humble abode,’ he said politely.

Suddenly it clicked- humble abode- it was he. They eyed each other. There was mutual blushing and recognition. She thought that he had a vague visage of her dear father. May be or may not be. But this youth, could he be her own? In her fantasies her child was a young boy, frozen in time, always a primary school child.

Few minutes later they knew that they were unceremoniously ogling each other, oblivious of the world around.

:Were you the one?” she asked.

‘Yes, forgive me. I have no right whatsoever?’

‘Who are you? You know that I cannot be your mother,’ she cringed inside.

‘I am Alex and reason tells me that you cannot be what I take you to be,’ said the young man with a soft beard aged around twenty said.

‘I can understand your spiritual crisis, I can be your spiritual mother and help you.’

‘Pray what is a spiritual mother?’

“Well, you can confide in her, you can seek her advice on spiritual matters and you can help those she recommends you to help with money.’

‘I have found my own spirituality and I am not ravaged by any spiritual crisis. And I do not believe in charity or charity work. There is only one enemy you have, yourself, you have only one friend — yourself. Charity and parity are the feverish dreams of a sick society.’

‘

There will be no differences when all is said and done.

‘Life is more than living, more than striving, more than what is perceptible.

Love is the antidote for the ‘wither hurried hence and hither hurried whence’ anxiety syndrome,’ he said.

‘May be you are the son I long lost and you are the man I long sought.’

She was suddenly sorry, she had played it all wrong. She had tried the parsimonious stereotyped approach of the order.

She tried to absorb him from top to toe in her parched mind. Indeed he was handsome and charming. He did not belong to the working class, Syrian blood was evident. His lips were soft and thin and furious red. The light merry eyes were showering her with a warmth unknown to her. The evening sun streaked golden sparks in his wavy silken hair. His chest and arms were well developed, becoming of a hard worker. There was no excess fat in his well chiseled body. He stood towering in front of her with his 6’1” frame.

Her companions were watching the rendezvous down on the road. She should not enter the house.

‘My dear son, I accept you as my own son though I cannot be your biological son. Here is my cell phone number and e mail id. I do not share them with many people. I share it with you. Write and talk to me and we may know each other more nearly, more clearly and more dearly.’

Back in the safety of her room, Sr. Anne realized that her feelings toward him were not entirely motherly. It was much more than that, it was a heady euphoria, a defiant recognition, a miraculous cure from devastating fear, an apocalypse infusing a lingering cheer. She longed to hold him, to bask in the corona of his loving gaze, to embrace him, to absorb him into her womb again. She felt her nipples twitching to feed him, to nurse him to expunge the accumulated curses from him.

As she expected he called her over the phone every night, his voice thrilled her to distraction. He promised that he would be on her side in all her needs. If she ever chose to leave the nunnery he would be there to commence s new life with her. But she could not take such a drastic step. Yet the prospect thrilled here to the core.

One day he borrowed the lines form Richard Marx and serenaded: ‘Wherever you go and whatever you do, I will be right here waiting for you/whatever it takes or how my heart breaks, I will be right here waiting for you.’ She smiled with tears. Her days became heady, her cells were bursting with ecstasy. If she chose to leave the convent, she had no explanations to give to anybody on earth. She was a free individual. Yet inertia pulled her back.

Another day he sang on the phone distorting a line from Dolly Parton, ‘If anybody makes you sad, I’ll be there before the next teardrop falls. But then of course a certain part of you always makes me remember and love Dolly Parton.’ She laughed softly for him even though she had no idea who Dolly Parton was.

Sometimes his emails became very poetic and touching to her. His poems would become poignant when she was not available on the phone.

‘Puling for your news, sulking for your views, pining for your cues

This long break is unbearable-

Love takes no holiday, one cannot put it in suspended animation, one cannot switch it on and off at will

If only I could fly to you, if only I could weave exquisite dreams into your solemn slumber

I wish I could watch you at least from a distance

I wish you would think of me at least in your silence

Days months years and even generations may heap up between us

You are shut into a cell whence there is no respite

I am shut into another without an escape chute

Still my memories gravitate to your dear self

You become the center of gravity of my being

Time flies, but time fails

Distances fail and the social strictures too

I remember the troubled patient and the solace

Life has a reason, suffering has a season

If your love laces my days

If your love traces my ways

If your love graces my maze

A Euripidian hero I cease to be.

You wander in the labyrinth of humanity

You frequent the halls and malls of Arabian Queen

You chase the fairies seen or unseen

Your phone says you crossed the range

You seek new frontiers, queer and strange

But at last, if you flutter and fly to settle on my wattles bare

You will see them blooming fair

And this gawky frame, a gaudy bough I’ll bear

Those very wattles, desiccated and brittle

Waiting in trembling hope, dear

For a finishing storm and flame-

I demand nothing and nothing I claim

If your smiles and ringing chime would bless my days and lingering nights

What more should I seek

An inky night drags on and tumbles into the closet of eternity

I sit here as a speck of pulsing hope

Yet I hope nothing and nothing surprises me

I revel on the pains and proudly flash the stains

Many more nocturnal thoughts, many more moments of internal tumult

You become a distant star, flashing your Doppler colors

I wander in the night and saunter into your light

And light and night I fight no more

Most affectionately alex.

Once she had to go to Cochin and was out of station and out of range for some time, in a desperate mood he wrote:

‘You were not there when I trustingly took the plunge

You were not there when I crossed the Rubicon’s fringe

You were not there when I serenaded at your lofty casement

You were not there when I turned a shadow in your basement

You were not there when I genuflected at your doorstep ajar

You were not there when I wailed against the hills afar

You were not there when I railed against the fluffy canopy of the trees

You were not there when I loitered in the spooky nooks to freeze

You were not there when I whispered at the portal of your soul

You were not there when I crashed against your unfeeling wall

You were not there when I tricklingly rained down your thatch eaves

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William checked the address on the piece of paper and looked at the building in front of him; fifty-four twenty-six west Orion. He stopped in front of a security speaker system and pressed the call button.

“Yes?” Came a quiet, female voice.

“Umm, yeah, yes, hi, hello, uh, my name is William, William Bertrand, I have an appointment with Miss Lavande?”

A loud ‘click’ sounded from the gate and William pulled it open and stepped inside. He had never seen anything like it; it was as if he were transported instantly to another country. The fence that surrounded the property was iron flanked with bamboo on either side. He was standing on a granite bridge which led him over a koi pond and cascading waterfalls to a pair of shoji doors. As if on cue the doors slid open and revealed a young woman clad in a long black silk robe with a scarlet sash around her waist.

“Please come with me,” she said and turned abruptly, walking through a second pare of doors and into a center courtyard. The building was in the shape of a large rectangle with multiple rooms along the exterior. They walked quickly along the wooden floors, passing room after room. All of the doors were closed, and though he could hear nothing more than gurgling fountains mixed with classical music, he sensed that none of the rooms were empty.

The woman had led him three quarters of the way around the rectangle, and then turned away from the courtyard and down a narrow path. At the other end was yet another Japanese-style structure. The young woman tapped lightly at the paper doors before sliding them open.

“Please take off your shoes and your jacket,” she said to him. He obliged and she set the items neatly at his feet before ushering him into the room. When he turned back to ask her a question, she shut the screen decisively between them; he was alone, or so he thought.

“Mr. Bertrand,” he heard a soft voice. He spun around. Olivia Lavande stood next to her cherry wood desk wearing a lavender and yellow robe with black obi sash. Her long, waist length hair was parted in the middle and was pushed back from her face revealing the curve of her neck. She stepped forwards and stretched out her hand. “It’s wonderful to meet you.”

“Thank you for agreeing to see me,” he said, shaking her hand; he was suddenly aware that his palms were sweating.

“Please sit down,” she said, taking her own seat behind the desk, “what can we help you with?”

“My naturopath referred me. Well, ah, let’s see. I have been suffering severe neck pain. I’ve tried everything; medications, acupuncture, massage therapy, traction, even. Nothing works, and I do mean nothing. I had an x-ray and MRI and all of that, there is no problem that can be seen with the naked eye. I can’t sleep, I can’t sit up for long periods of time…my work, is beginning to suffer. Dr. Li said that I should consider your services.”

“I see,” Olivia said smiling.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, I’m just not familiar with your facility. Dr. Li only said that this is a wellness center. What exactly do you do here?”

“That is true, we are a wellness center. We focus on the mind, body and spirit and have many different therapies and techniques available, which are rare at the least and non-traditional at best.”

“How will you know if you can help me?”

“You will decide if we can help you, Mr. Bertrand. Please, come with me.” Olivia stood and walked past him to the southern wall, and slid two paper screens open and stepped into a much smaller room; a paper lantern sat in each corner. She moved to a low, black table and knelt in front of it, dipping her hands into a large white porcelain bowl. Without looking at him she said, “please remove your shirt.”

William hesitated for just a moment; he hated taking off his clothes, hated being examined, and above all, wasn’t sure how comfortable he was in this place, with this woman. Nonetheless, he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. Olivia dried her hands, stood, walked to him and took the shirt from him. She walked behind him and hung it from a hook on the wall. William stood nervously, unsure of what to expect. She turned again and moved directly behind him.

“I am going to examine your neck,” she said, her breath tickling his spine.

“It’s the-“

“It is the left side that is bothering you.”

How did you know that?” he asked.

She was quiet for a moment, and then said, “please close your eyes, Mr. Bertrand. I want you to breathe deeply, in through your nose, out through your mouth, until I have finished.”

“Alright,” he said, then closed his eyes and began to breathe as deeply and calmly as he could. He waited, but felt nothing. He took a few more deep breaths, but still she hadn’t touched him.

After a few minutes of breathing, he felt a strong heat on the left side of his neck, but he wasn’t sure what it was; hands? Heating pad? Warm cloth? As the heat intensified in his neck, a strong, sharp pain flew down his back and stopped in his left thigh. William doubled over, grabbing his leg, nearly falling to his knees.

“Wha-what was that?” Gaziantep Mutlu Son Escort As quickly as the pain had come, it was gone. “What did you do?”

“I would like for you to put your shirt back on. I will wait for you in the next room.”

A few minutes later William was again sitting across the desk from Olivia Lavande, rubbing his neck self consciously. “I don’t understand? I felt something touch me, it was hot.”

“That was your energy, the same energy that is causing you pain. It is energy that needs to be released.”

“Energy?” she nodded. William was familiar with the concept of energy within the human body, but this was leaving him with an unsettled feeling.

“You said that your work is beginning to suffer, is that right?” William nodded. “Well what about your personal life?”

“What about it?”

“Is it suffering?”

“What do you mean?”

“Intimacy, Mr. Bertrand.”

“Intimacy? You mean…no…no, I’m not married.”

“Girlfriend?”

He shifted his weight. “No.”

“Sexual partner?”

“What? No, why are you asking me these questions? What does this have to do with my neck?”

Olivia came around the desk and stood in front of William with her hands folded together. “In the 1950s Robert Kinsey, a scientist who first explored human sexuality in any detail, described the orgasm as, ‘an explosive discharge of neuromuscular tension’. Repressed sexual energy can have a tremendous impact on our bodies. It can cause great joy, and if not attended to properly, it can also cause great stress, even pain. I think that your naturopath suspected this, and that is why you were sent here.” William felt his face redden. “Do you recall the last time you had an orgasm Mr. Bertrand?”

“I…wait, what?”

“If you’re not in a relationship, how often do you self-stimulate?”

“I…I don’t think I am comfortable with this,” William said, standing from his chair.

“Is sex something that makes you uncomfortable, generally?”

“I’m referring to this conversation; this is highly irregular and extremely personal. I thought I was here about my neck?”

“Everything we discuss is confidential, and I promise you, if addressed properly it can heal your problem.” William searched the tatami straw mat beneath his feet for some measurement of clarity; what the hell was going on? Suddenly Olivia raised her right hand above his head; she closed her eyes and took a few long, slow breaths before opening them again. William was overwhelmed with the urge to bolt from the room, but had somehow become transfixed by the woman before him. She slowly, very slowly brought her palm down in front of his face, but she did not touch him. Just as her hand was in front of his throat, William felt a tingling sensation atop his head. She continued moving her hand down in front of his chest, and the sensation followed and turned hot and cold and the same time. His chest felt that it would explode and he took in a sharp breath. Olivia was not fazed by his reaction, and continued to pull her hand down in front of his belly. As it passed in front of his waist, William felt a shudder down his spine and gasped loudly, then stepped back from her, unable to contain the reaction between his thighs. “How- what did you do to me?” he exclaimed, his legs feeling weak.

“It is just energy coming into contact with energy, Mr. Bertrand. “You do not need to be afraid.”

“I’m not afraid. I’m not. But look, Miss Levande, right? I appreciate you taking the time to see me, I do, I’m sure you are extremely busy, but this isn’t what I came here for, this isn’t going to help me.”

Olivia folded her hands together again and smiled. “Then you are ready to go.” She said.

“I…yes, yes I am.”

****

In his dreams since meeting Olivia Levande, William had come to realize that which had completely escaped him in the few minutes he had actually been with her; she was captivatingly beautiful. William wasn’t immune to beauty of any woman…he’d just become used to ignoring it; he’d never had a steady girlfriend. Not that he was a bad looking guy, in fact, the women in his office called him Clark Kent; he was tall, dark and handsome…he just wasn’t into the kinds of things that other people were, or expected him to be. Growing up he had always been a loner, and as an adult, he allowed himself to be consumed by his career.

Now, he was consumed by thoughts of her; flawless, creamy brown skin, long, jet black hair, and what he could only imagine was a beautiful body. Her eyes were mesmerizing, and her voice like warm caramel. Whether awake or sleeping, he replayed the feel of her touch, though he knew she had never laid a hand on him. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, and the intensity of, well, whatever it was, increased exponentially. In each nocturnal encounter, he could see her hands hovering just above his skin, and each time they moved closer, closer, closer… William awoke to a searing pain in his neck and shoulder. The pain managed to increase moment by moment and he was starting to feel like he was going to go crazy.

****

It was barely seven the next morning and William had already been pacing outside the gate to fifty-four twenty-six west Orion for twenty minutes. He didn’t have an appointment and he hadn’t exactly been…receptive the last time he was there. Despite his pride, he pressed the buzzer.

“Yes?” came a woman’s voice.

“Yes, hi…hi, look I was here last week, I saw Miss Lavande? I know she’s busy, but I…I need to see her.”

“Your name sir?”

“Bertrand…William Bertrand.” Silence. “Hello? Hello, are you there?” Silence, followed by the distinct buzz and click of the door opening. Once inside he hurried across the granite bridge, slipped his shoes off and pushed back the double doors; Olivia Lavande stood in the center of the room.

“Good morning,” he said. She smiled, but did not respond. “Umm, my neck hasn’t gotten better…it’s worse actually, and, well…I need your help.” He cleared his throat, “I believe that you can help me.”

“You have given this consideration.”

“More than I thought I ever would, yes.”

She smiled, “come with me then Mr. Bertrand, you look like you could use some tea.”

****

William sat on the matted floor across from Olivia, a low table separating them. Two women, both clad in black silk robes with red sashes prepared tea and fresh fruit, then stepped silently from the room, pushing the paper doors closed; he felt like they were the last two people on earth.

Olivia sipped her tea in silence, her eyes rarely leaving his. He watched intently as she ate each piece of fruit…kiwi…strawberry…mango…star fruit.

“You’re staring Mr. Bertrand.”

His cup nearly dropped to the floor. “I’m sorry, I…I didn’t realize. I guess I am.”

“Why were you staring at me?”

“I…well I’m not sure. I was watching you eat, I guess.”

“And?”

He thought for a moment, sipping his tea. “You looked like you were really enjoying it…the fruit.”

“If I was enjoying the fruit, what were you enjoying?”

He chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “Is this about sex?”

“Is it?”

He paused. “I… was enjoying watching you…eat the fruit.” He took a deep breath and exhaled, feeling a twinge of pain in his neck.

“The pain you feel does not have anything to do with your neck. Your sexual energy is misguided and it is manifesting in this most uncomfortable way. Do you accept this idea?”

He nodded.

Alright then, I’ll have some questions for you…questions like the ones I asked the other day.”

He nodded again.

“When was the last time you had sex?”

“Five years ago.”

“How often do you masturbate?”

William knew he was blushing. “Not very often.”

“When was the last time, can you recall?”

He was sure his cheeks were on fire. “Day before yesterday…thought it might help.”

“Did it?”

“No.”

“When was the last time you had an orgasm?”

“I’m not sure…I don’t know if I ever have.”

“What do you enjoy most about sex?”

“Intimacy.”

“What do you enjoy least?”

“Intimacy.”

She set down her cup and ate one last piece of strawberry, chewing the dripping fruit slowly; the room was still. He drained his cup and also set it on the table, watching her intently. “It is likely that you will be here for the rest of the day.”

“That’s fine, I don’t have to go into the office.”

“Are you ready, then?”

“Ready for what?”

“To begin your treatment, Mr. Bertrand.”

“Right, of course…yes, I’m ready…and please, call me William.”

Olivia stood and led William through a series of sliding doors and into a sizeable bath room, lit only by a large, single skylight. The entire room was made from wood, and minimal in design; the large soaking tub nestled against the western wall seemed to be the focal point of the room. The tub was filled with steamy water, and rose petals floated on the surface.

“You’ll start with a soak in the tub. This will help you release your self consciousness and increase your self awareness.”

“For how long?”

She smiled again, “for as long as it takes, of course,” and slid the doors closed between them.

William stood for a moment and looked around the room. So this was the cure? A bath? He shook his head to himself and pulled off his shirt, feeling the familiar and nerve racking pain in his neck. “What the hell”, he muttered to himself.

Getting into the tub had proved harder than he thought it would; he was certain the water was just a few degrees under boiling. He stood naked at its center, allowing time for his legs to adjust to the scorching heat. After a full ten minutes had passed he lowered himself into the water and almost instantly became dizzy. He leaned his head on the wooden rim and exhaled.

****

William opened his eyes sometime later and blinked at the ceiling above; the room was silent. For a moment he could feel nothing and wondered what had been in the tea he drank earlier; maybe some sort of herbal muscle relaxer? He was certain his body had never felt so calm and light and everything seemed to move slowly, and effortlessly.

“Would you like some water to drink?”

William blinked again and slowly turned his head; there stood Olivia Lavande. He cleared his throat and struggled to sit up, his head feeling light, “how long have you been standing there?”

“Would you like some water to drink?” she repeated.

“Please,” he said sinking back into the water.

She stepped to the side of the tub and held a small wooden cup to his lips, tipping it gently. The ice cold water felt like an assault on his senses and he sipped slowly. When he’d finished he closed his eyes, wiping the sweat from his face.

“How long have I been in here?”

“How do you feel, William?” she asked, her voice soft.

“I feel…I feel like I am the most relaxed that I have ever been in my life,” he said, and turned his head to look at her.

She smiled, “good, that is good.”

****

Nothing felt more natural than two women rubbing towels over his naked, wet body. William stood in the center of the bath room while the women busily absorbed every droplet of water, pulling the still clinging flower petals from his skin. He stood with his eyes closed, breathing in through his nose, and out through his mouth. One of the women urged his thighs apart and he willingly widened his stance. He took in a sharp breath when he felt her hand slip around his limp shaft as she pushed the towel between his legs.

Once he was dry and wrapped in a silk robe, the women led him through yet another series of doors and into a guest room.

William surveyed the space; it was a simple room with a large, thick mat on a platform bed centered against one wall, with low tables on either end. Across from the foot of the bed sat a long low table with tea, fruits, and votive candles at its center. He dropped slowly to the floor and poured a cup of tea, and grabbed a fistful of grapes, eating quickly. He sampled from each platter and finally crawled to the bed and pulled himself onto it, dropping his head onto a pillow that felt as if it were made entirely of air. Just then he heard the now familiar sound of paper doors opening, and turned over just as Olivia stepped in, closing the doors behind her.

“Lay on your back, please.” She said, kneeling next to the mat. She touched her hand lightly to his forehead, then to his throat, and the center of his chest. She slipped her fingers around his wrist and closed her eyes, her forefinger pressing into his pulse. When she was done, she folded her hands in her lap and looked at him.

“When you arrived here this morning you were in distress. That intensity seems to have passed.”

“I would agree,” he said.

“But your problem has not been healed. We still have work to do.”

“And how does one work out their repressed sexual energy? He asked, a curious smile on his lips.

“It is all about learning new techniques. The first technique was to release your self-consciousness. You succeeded in doing that. This also heightens your self awareness. The next technique is communication.”

“Communication?”

“Yes. If you cannot communicate your needs, wants, or desires, you can never be fulfilled.”

“I suppose that makes sense,” he said.

“Are you willing to work on communication?” he nodded. “Are you willing to work on communication with me?” He nodded again. “Good. Stand up please.”

She moved to the foot of the bed and he followed. They faced each other in silence until he finally asked, “how does this work?”

“You tell me what you want.”

“Tell you what I want?” he said repeating each world thoughtfully. “I’m supposed to tell you what I want…sexually?” she nodded. He thought hard for a moment, clearing his throat.

“Just express your awareness. Do not allow yourself to become self conscious.”

“I…I like undressing…a woman. I like revealing each part of her, and taking in the smell of her skin. “

“Show me.”

“Show you what?”

“Undress me.”

He was sure he had misheard her, but didn’t speak because after all, he was sure he hadn’t misheard a thing. He moved behind her and took a deep breath. Slowly he opened the knotted black sash and dropped it to the floor, letting it slip through his fingers. He turned her, until they were facing each other again and pulled the robe open, his eyes on hers. He finally pushed it off her shoulders and it fell away.

“Look at me.”

“I am.”

“Look at all of me then.”

“I…I don’t think I should.”

“Why not?”

“Because if I look at all of you then I’ll be…tempted to touch you.”

“Is touching bad?”

No, touching is good… it’s very good. But I thought I was here to release tension, not create more of it.”

“Do you want to touch me?”

“Is this a trick question?”

“No.”

He shifted his weight, unsure of what to say. The room could have been on fire and it would not have been able to distract him from her. He finally allowed himself a glance down, and sighed. Everything about her was absolutely divine. Her neck, shoulders…perfectly toned arms, large, plump breasts…her smooth, milk chocolate belly, curvy hips and long, sexy legs.

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We broke off our engagement more than five years ago. We haven’t heard from each other since. I saw her walking in midtown; she was wearing a long pleated skirt, loose-fitting blouse, stockings…the whole orthodox-woman attire. She even wore a scarf around her hair as most orthodox women do when they are married. I’m not sure if she was married, either way she was the picture of Jewish piety and modesty.

I saw her walking down the street. I felt no love. No care. Nothing. But I wanted to know how she was doing, what she was doing, if she was ok, if there was something I could do for her. We passed by each other, I looked at her with a warm and excited smile, so happy to greet and old friend. She looked at me; no expression on her face. Then looked away in mildly bemused mocking disgust. I must be a painful memory for her. Perhaps she is ashamed of what we did. She was clearly part of a very strict orthodox Jewish community. Perhaps for her I am a memory that reminds her that she doesn’t completely fit in even in her own home. It was very sad for me. She is a very precious memory for me. One of my fondest and most special. Most cherished.

We used to spend every possible minute together. She came over to my mom’s house the Sabbath of her 18th birthday. I was 22 years old.

We weren’t the most well behaved orthodox couple on the face of the earth. We had bought these puppies; little stuffed dogs. We hugged them in each other’s stead while we waited to be married. We started just touching each other’s cheeks with them, like a kiss. Before the dogs I would stroke her cheek with a pen or with my glasses. Just gently…her cheek. Down her neck….her breasts. Her nipples. She would just close her eyes lie back and enjoy…loved listening to her breath when I would do it,…her excitement. She would do the same to me…no touching of course. Never allowed in a room alone together we would find a secluded area in a park or on the side of some road. We weren’t Starzbet allowed total privacy; it had to be a place where a car passed by at least once in a while. I remember how innocent we were; I was so terrified of being caught; we both were. And what would an onlooker have seen; two young adults sitting next two each other with a pair of stuffed animals? Hardly a scandal. Perhaps they might see the little puppies giving us kisses. But in our community we did not want to be caught alone together; it wouldn’t have been good.

We were going to be good that weekend. We had specifically not brought our puppies with us. It made sense at the time; …I suppose I was unable to fathom a sexual experience that didn’t involve a stuffed animal of some sort. There was no party. My mom was out. We simply cooked a Friday night meal that we enjoyed together. Never allowed privacy with each other we relied on a poor abused and slandered leniency that if the door is left open it’s ok. We were in my room together, alone; the door was ajar.

She was always so modest. She never even let me see her barefoot; this was even more strict than most. Perhaps I thus developed a bit of a foot fetish.

We were in my room finding a modicum of privacy where I could give her a gift. We were sitting on my bed. I proposed; her gift was an engagement ring. She was going to sleep in my bed; I was going to sleep downstairs. She was in a night gown; her feet were bare but almost completely hidden under the covers. I could feel my heart beating hard inside my chest; it beat so hard it almost hurt; I wondered if she could see it. With her sitting there in just a nightgown, this was the most of any woman I had ever seen in my entire life.

I had proposed. No longer had the excuse of needing a private place to present her gift. It was time to say goodnight. I took a little stuffed dog that I had in my room. The little toy gave her a peck on the cheek…her neck. Then this frisky little Starzbet Giriş dog went under the sheet and kissed her toes under the covers. She just laid back and relaxed; I couldn’t be done saying goodnight just yet. It was all so nice.; it was so novel to just sit and enjoy her presence without anyone else. The little dog kissed her toes…her feet…her ankle.

I remember that she had these amazing ankles. She was so toned and had this muscular little petite body. The puppy traveled further .. her calves were amazing. Kissing…gently caressing her legs and calves through this little toy. Made my way up just below her knee. I was going to stop there. Knees were a boundary; something you really aren’t allowed to see. I stopped; she looked at me; pulled her gown over her knees. I look back and it is so silly; I was overcome. One must understand, as an orthodox Jew, knees might well have been nipples; much like Paris, though on my list, had scene neither.

Playing with the little dog on her leg…then all of a sudden I see he’s made his way all the way up her thighs. Crazy mutt; I was appalled at his behavior; she pulls her gown up over her waist. I remember the excitement when I was helping her pack her bags. Put all of her cloths in her suitcase. Seeing her panties then was wonderful; no comparison though for when she was in them.

She says, “I feel so uninhibited; I feel like I could do anything with you.” Gulp. She takes her gown, pulls it over her head. All she has on now are panties. This was all of my birthdays at once. I couldn’t speak; I couldn’t move. I just lay down…put my head on the bed beside her…stare at her. Just couldn’t’ stop looking at her. I said, “I love you. I love you. I love you…” There was nothing else to say.

She takes her gown in her hand…pulls my shirt up over my head. No touching, remember. I take my shirt in my hand; she lies back. Through my shirt covering my hand…caressing her her neck, her Starzbet Güncel Giriş breast… her stomach. Her panties. Looking up at me. Staring in my eyes. Excited, nervous; she’s wondering what I’m going to do. With my shirt covering my hand I pull down her panties. I remember how she writhed .. my hands so close. I am sitting on the bed next to her; her gown in her hand she pulls down my pajama pants; then my boxers.

We lie down next to each other. No touching. We both start masturbating together. Touching our bodies for each other; it was so close. We both came; it didn’t take long after all that.

Lying next to each other; as far apart as you can possibly be on a twin bed. We were both very skinny back then. We went to sleep. It’s the most amazing thing in the world to wake up next to someone you love. It was so incredible. It’s like you were asleep dreaming…then when you wake, you’re dream has come true.

I went on top of the blanket, scooped her up into my arms…only separated by the blanket. Squeezing her, holding her close. I could never have imagined what it was like to hold someone close. No one can tell you what that is like.

She smiled and said, “this is silly…and this technicality hasn’t mattered the whole time.” She takes my hand in hers, and places it on her face. That was it. Neither of us made it to synagogue that morning. We had more important things to do.

The reader may wonder how our love affair ended. How were we once so in love and now not. There are endless reasons. I’m sure that many people know all too well how one day you wake up and with the love of your life you are in love no more. Maybe we were too young. Perhaps we loved each other for the wrong reasons. There may have been family issues. Who knows? It is shocking how time can erode even your deepest emotions.

I was warned that without a good explanation this would be a very sad story. I don’t think so. I have a wife and an amazing little girl. I was in the delivery room when she was born. I heard her first cry. When my ex-fiancé and I parted ways life did not cease to bless me with spectacular events and powerful emotions. This is not sad. This is simply one of my many most precious memories.

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This was it.

Who would have thought that reading an article in a magazine about a website would lead to this moment? I took another look in the mirror at myself and smoothed a hand over the imaginary wrinkles in my dress.

I’d met him through the message board of a site I had become hooked on after reading an article on it. Our casual friendship had taken a decidedly erotic and sensual turn after approximately a month of chatting every night. I loved the flirting, but knew my new friend Hunter was engaged. He had told me about his fiancée – a seemingly nice albeit self-absorbed woman named Kate. Every little disagreement they had would be laid in my lap to analyze and dissect and then give Ann Landers-like advice to. On a few occasions, Hunter would say things like, “Maybe I should just ditch Kate and come for you.” I didn’t think it was a big deal however, since I was living in California and he was halfway across the country in Chicago.

When we first “met,” I was dating a man named Ryan, but that relationship fell apart. I was extremely head-strong and career focused, and Ryan couldn’t accept that. I did want to meet and settle down with someone, but it seemed that most men were intimidated by my good looks and strong personality. I suppose I just hadn’t found a man that was worth compromising my career for. As if it wasn’t hard enough to find single, attractive, successful, straight men in San Francisco!

From the start, we seemed to have a lot in common. Hunter and I were both smart asses. Our conversations were never lacking in humor, as we both cracked each other up at every opportunity. He’d tease me for being gullible, and I’d mock him for being so easily susceptible to my charm. We both loved sports, booze, and music, among a variety of other things. He and I would discuss anything from the Chicago Bears versus San Francisco 49ers rivalry of the eighties (seeing as how the each team was our respective favorite), to current events (both in the world and in each of our lives), to politics, religion, and of course, sex. He would tell me that I was the perfect woman because, “I was cool like a guy, but with the sex appeal of a stripper.” Hunter and I were both extremely ambitious and hard workers to boot. At twenty-seven, I was the head of public relations for my favorite NFL team, while Hunter was the Regional Training Director for a software company at twenty-nine. I never thought I’d find an engineer who was so funny and genuine and down to earth until I befriended Hunter! We were both working our dream jobs, which was another reason why I didn’t get my hopes up about Hunter and I ever having a relationship.

One night, while enjoying a casual phone conversation, Hunter told me about his plans to come out to California. He had been promoted and was going to be in Los Angeles for 3 weeks, training some of the new management personnel for his company. Although I was living in San Francisco, I figured if he went all that way to see me, the least I could do was make the effort the rest of the way! My heart started racing at the news, but I kept my cool – after all he was engaged, and we had never met before. But his words, baritone and rich, replayed in my head.

“Maybe I should just ditch Kate and come for you.”

Actually making the flight reservations had been a big commitment in my head. Boarding the plane gave me unbelievable jitters in my stomach that had nothing to do with the flight and everything to do with meeting this man for the first time. Since we were not in season and hadn’t even started training camp for my team, I was able to sneak away to LA for a week. I figured that if Hunter and I didn’t seem to get along as we did over IM or on the phone, I could always just have fun visiting friends from my college days at UCLA.

Fast forward to the here and now.

For what seemed to be the hundredth time in five minutes, I brushed my hand over my dress. Focusing my face on the mirror, I narrowed my eyes and studied my reflection. My long, dark, curly hair was hanging loosely around my bronzed face, brushing over my shoulders. The tight black tube dress had been a good selection, I thought with a smile, as I adjusted the silver chain belt that emphasized my 38D breasts and curvy hips.

Finally, a smile came to my lips as I decided I was ready. We planned on meeting at the bar in the hotel. I figured it would be a good escape if we seemed to have no chemistry in person. Glancing around briefly, I noticed that Hunter had not yet arrived. Breathing deeply, I sat at the bar and ordered a French Martini.

As I sat toying with the fruit garnish the bartender put in my drink, I heard a voice whisper in my ear, “Hey gorgeous!” I whirled around and jumped off the barstool, flinging my arms around his neck in glee. With my curvaceous body pressed tightly against him, I felt his smooth sinewy muscles rippling under me. I inwardly shivered at the pleasant sensations that caused, as I noticed my nipples hardening in anticipation. I Starzbet eyed him shyly and was stunned that he was even sexier in person.

“I was beginning to think you were never gonna get here!” I exclaimed.

“Yeah, well would I leave you high and dry? More like low and wet.” he responded with a snicker.

We sat together at the bar and talked for hours. Hunter and I each had one too many drinks, and in no time we were laughing like children. At one point I burst into laughter at our funny situation and reached over to touch Hunter’s hand to get his attention. He suddenly sobered at my gentle, perfumed touch as our eyes locked again, but for what seemed to be the first time.

My breath caught in my throat as his green eyes studied my exotic face and swept down my graceful neck to the soft skin of my cleavage. Liquor had always made me giddy and playful, but being drunk and sitting next to Hunter made me incredibly horny. I could feel the heat start to intensify in my pussy, as my tiny g-string panties started to dampen at the crotch.

Shaking the drunken cobwebs from my head, I rose from my seat and swayed precariously.

“Are you ok?” Hunter asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I replied with a sheepish grin. “I guess I had just over my limit, eh?”

“Well screw going out on the town…I’ll walk to back up to your room and we can just hang out and watch a movie or something, ok?”

“Yeah, m’kay, sure,” I said, and we both walked gingerly to the elevators.

We boarded with an older couple, so I decided to have a little fun. Standing behind the couple next to Hunter, I reached over and started rubbing his leg lightly. He coughed to cover up a sound of surprise as I smirked. I then let my graceful fingers run from his leg over his hip, to his ass, where I gave him a gentle tweak. He looked over at me and raised his eyebrows, as if to ask what I was doing. I grinned and ran my hand back to his leg and hesitated for a minute.

Throwing caution to the wind, I let my hand lazily drift from his muscular thigh to the zipper of his pants, teasing my finger along the seam. I heard his sharp intake of breath and I giggled.

The older couple looked at each other with disapproving frowns as I quieted down. I could feel his cock like steel through his pants, and was surprised at Hunter’s restraint. My teasing wasn’t just exciting him though my panties were soaking wet at this point, and I wanted to do nothing more than to stick two of my fingers inside my juicy pussy to relieve the throbbing.

Leaning over to Hunter, I whispered in his ear, “Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” I was overcome by the cheesiness of it and broke out into peals of laughter. Just then the elevator tinged its arrival to the seventh floor and the older couple looked back at Hunter and I and muttered some comments to each other as they hastily exited. As the elevator doors closed, Hunter grabbed my wrists and pushed me against the walls of the chamber. He pinned my wrists up above my head and we both breathed heavily, both from the struggle and from our evident attraction.

“What the fuck did you think you were doing?” he asked me fiercely.

“Why, whatever are you talkin’ about darlin’…I didn’t do nothin’.” I claimed, wide eyed with feigned innocence.

“Oh, you didn’t do nothin’,” he mimicked me in a whiny voice. “You actually did a whole lot of something. But you forgot one thing sweetie,” he said with his eyes roving over my body, eyeing every sinful curve. My heart started pounding even harder and I was sure he could feel my rapid pulse on my wrists.

“What’s that now?” I attempted to ask nonchalantly.

“That I can be a brat just like you!”

With that, Hunter’s mouth dove onto mine, parting my lips with his. His tongue roamed my mouth savagely. My initial surprise gave way to surrender, pressing my body into his. When he sensed my surrender, he pulled back and left my mouth questing for his.

“I told you I could one up you.”

The elevator doors tinged our arrival at the 14th floor and opened slowly again. Smirking, Hunter released my wrists and stepped aside. I swept past him and walked down the hallway quickly, leaving him in the dust.

“Wait,” he called out after me. “Shayla, what the hell…are you mad? I’m sorry!”

His words seemed to fall on deaf ears as I unlocked the door and breezed inside. He entered after me and shut the door.

“Look Shayla…I…”

As he was about to launch into a diatribe about how sorry he was, I grabbed the back of Hunter’s neck and pressed my lips against his. My fingers wove into his hair and gripped his head as I hungrily devoured his mouth with mine. Hunter’s strong arms encircled my waist and pulled me closer to him. He’d waited so long to feel my plush lips against him.

His mouth left mine and began trailing kisses down my soft neck, gently biting my tender flesh. My back arched with pleasure, which caused my body to press even Starzbet Giriş harder against him. Hunter groaned, feeling my voluptuous body embedded into him. He continued kissing down my neck until he reached my tits.

Running both hands up my flanks, he cupped my heavy tits in his hands and then reached around my back and unhooked my belt and unzipped my dress. The belt clinked to the floor, but the dress remained stuck to my full figure. Hunter ran his hands down my bare back and back up to my breasts, pushing the dress to the floor.

Hunter gasped as my full tits came into view. God, they were beautiful – big and firm, capped with large brown nipples that stiffened from excitement and touch. His eyes hungrily roamed down my figure to the little panties I was wearing. I put my hands on his and guided them to my chest, kneading his fingers into my flesh. Dropping my hands from his, I ran them up his arms and grazed my fingernails gently down his forearms. He thumbed my nipples roughly, then pulled me close as he began sucking on one nipple. He gently bit it, causing me to grab his hair forcefully. Hunter let his tongue trail from my left nipple into the valley between my breasts, causing a quiver to run through my body. He then encircled my right nipple with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, dragging his teeth along its stiffness and causing me to cry out.

Rising slowly, he took my hand and led me to the bed. I lay down and Hunter got on top of me, kissing me again, this time with a languid ease. He stopped abruptly and looked down at my beautiful face. He ran his hand through my thick hair and ran his hand down my cheek. His thumb grazed my eyebrow, my cheekbone, and over my full lips to my chin, drinking in every detail of my flesh.

Almost in a whisper, I said, “Mmmm Hunter, I love you.”

“I love you too baby, you know that. I’m going to show you how much I love you.”

I laughed softly and then said, “Well, if it’s all the same to you, I think I’ll show you!”

With that, I pushed him off me, to the side of me and straddled his stomach. With flying fingers, I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it to the side. I leaned over and kissed and bit his neck. My mouth traveled down to his chest and I licked his nipples with the same flair that he displayed. As I kissed lower down his rippling stomach, my round ass moved down his crotch. I could feel his stiff cock underneath my ass, and I wriggled on him slightly, causing him to moan and me to giggle.

Standing on the floor between Hunter’s legs, I unbuttoned his pants with lightning speed and pulled down his pants and boxer briefs. He lifted his ass up to allow me to pull them all the way off. His cock was about eight inches, but it made a loud smacking sound on his belly when I pulled his pants off, causing me to smile and my cunt to tremble with excitement. He sat up quickly and shrugged off his shirt and threw it onto the floor, then turned to me to let me know he was ready. Hunter pushed his body back on the massive bed to give me room to work. His cock twitched with excitement as I ran my hands up his defined calves to his inner thighs, all the way up to his hips. I reached around and cupped my hands under his ass, pulling his hips to me and bringing my head down all at once. My tongue smoothly licked his inner thigh, intermittently biting him. Doing the same thing on his right thigh had him pushing his hips toward me, aching to relieve the heat he felt in my moist mouth.

Slowly, I ran the tip of my tongue around the head of his cock, precum oozing out into my mouth as I lapped it up. I ran my tongue from the tip down to the shaft in a spiral pattern, tracing a thin line all the way down and around his shaft, and back up again. I couldn’t hold back anymore, so I buried his root in my mouth, my lips fitting like a tight glove over his dick until they hit the base.

I could feel the head of his cock in the back of my throat, as I contracted my throat muscles, causing a rippling sensation to run through his entire cock. He moaned and wove his fingers into my hair, trying to control the pace. I started bobbing my head up and down his length quickly, still taking him all the way in and burying my nose in his pubic hair with every stroke. When I could sense that he was near cumming, I stopped altogether, causing him to cry out to me.

“Patience is a virtue, honey,” I said with a smile, as I ran my tongue over the head of his cock again, using my hand to pump his dick. Hunter looked down at me sucking his dick, and I stared back at him, showing him how much I loved tasting his cock in my mouth. My cheeks hollowed out on every stroke up, as my tongue lashed back and forth against his stiffness.

“Mmmm baby, I want to taste you,” he rasped, his voice thick with desire. Without missing a beat, I swiveled my hips up to him so we were in the classic 69 position. His tongue reached out and started sucking on the crotch of my panties, licking my pussy lips Starzbet Güncel Giriş through the thin material. He impatiently reached up and ripped my panties off. His eyes widened at the sight of my bare pussy. Hunter stuck his tongue out and licked from the top of my slit to the bottom. Unable to restrain himself, his tongue dove into my tender folds, plunging deep inside my twat. Feeling his moist tongue plowing my pussy spurred me to start sucking his cock even harder, as I reached my hands down and fondled his balls, caressing them with my warm fingers.

“God you taste so fucking good,” he sighed, swirling his tongue around the hard knob of my clit, alternating between a lazy tongue caress and a vigorous lapping. I ground my pussy into his face, aching to have him inside me.

My body started to tense, sensing a near orgasm. Knowing that, I sucked his cock faster, the head of his dick stabbing me in the back of the throat. His voice, feverish with lust and passion cried out, “I’m going to cummmmm,” which enticed me to suck even faster and harder, my lips stretched out around his swollen member. His cock erupted in my mouth, shooting stream after stream of hot cum into my mouth. I squealed around his cock as I slurped up all his cum, swallowing every last drop. My legs trembled and stiffened as my pussy gushed hot juice into his mouth, covering his face with my cum.

I licked his cock dry and turned around to face Hunter, kissing his cheek gently. He pulled my face to his and kissed me deeply. I tasted my sweetness on his mouth, and was strangely excited by tasting my own pussy juice. We lay together on the bed, caressing each other’s bodies, until our lust for each other overcame us again. My hand glided down his chest, over his taut stomach to his semi-erect cock. Rubbing him with my hand, I asked, “Please…please fuck me.”

With that, he rolled me over so that I was on top of him. I kneeled on either side of him as I took his now rock hard cock in my hand and teased it up and down my slit. Hunter raised his hips trying to plunge inside of me, pleading with me to stop teasing him.

Slowly, I lowered my steaming cunt onto the head of his cock and eased down inch by inch, letting him feel my tight hole at every point on the way down, until I was completely impaled on his pole. My hips began a gyrating motion back and forth then side-to-side and circular on his cock. I alternated this with some up and down bouncing on his shaft that caused my tits to bounce. Hunter reached up and grabbed my tits, massaging them with his hand. He squeezed my nipples, rolling them in his fingers. My nipples have always been sensitive, so feeling his manipulations on my tits encouraged me to fuck him with increasing intensity. I leaned down over him, biting his neck and as I made a trail of kisses down his chest, my rigid nipples trailed down his chest, burning a hot path down his body. Sitting back upright, I continued bouncing on his cock, rubbing my smooth, bald pussy against his groin.

I leaned backwards and braced myself with one arm on his calf. My other hand reached up and caressed my tits, running down my body to play with my clit. Damn, he felt so good inside my cunt filling me up! I took my index finger out of my pussy and slowly and sensuously put it inside my mouth, pulling it out slowly, licking up every last! bit of my girl honey. Hunter groaned and put his hands on my hips and started slamming my pussy down on him. His long pole filled me to the top, banging into my cervix. Without breaking our joined bodies, Hunter flipped me over on my back and raised my legs over his shoulders and began pounding my pussy like a man possessed.

His cock pistoned in and out of me quickly, his balls slapping against my ass. He held on to my shaking tits, groping and grabbing them as he thrust into me. I threaded my fingers through my hair grabbing my head and started thrashing wildly, calling out his name. My hips lewdly pushed back into his every thrust, slamming our bodies together forcefully. He grunted and groaned while thrusting into me.

“Shayla, I’m gonna cum baby,” he said.

I knew Hunter loved when girls talked dirty when he was gonna cum so I said, “Oh baby c’mon, fuck my hot pussy…can you feel how wet I am because you make me so fucking hot. Mmmm, pump me with your big cock and let me cum all over you while you cum all inside me!”

My dirty talking set him over the edge, as his eyes narrowed and with a loud grunt, he came for the second time that night, this time in my dripping snatch. Feeling his cum splash inside my twat set off a wave of orgasmic bliss, as my pussy convulsed and gushed a river of pussy juice as I thrashed beneath him. We both came for what seemed like hours, and as our orgasms subsided, we lay together exhausted and completely spent.

For the rest of my week in Los Angeles, we fucked in every position and in any place we could. It seemed like we couldn’t get enough of each other. I didn’t know what would happen when I left to go back to San Francisco, but we both knew that we needed to be together. We turned our fantasy into a reality a year later when I moved to Chicago, where our next goal is to have sex at the home of my new employer – Soldier Field! We’ll keep you posted!

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Author’s note:

WARNING: There is the tiniest touch of reluctance/non-consent and scat in this chapter. Oddly, I don’t like either much, but they were necessary for the evolution of the plot.

As absurd as the concepts of hucows and ponygirls are, I tried to take them quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow or a ponygirl and her owner, in search of what these admittedly strange fetishes mean, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musings of a young girl who chooses to become a cow in a quest for true love and a place in the world.

All kinds of feedback are appreciated, especially those about grammar, as English is not my first language. Also, if you decide to give me a low score, please, take a minute of your time and tell me in a comment what you did not like! Thanks!

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16. What’s fair

I did not know whether it was because I had good genes, or because the milk-enhancer that Aidan had installed in me was top of the line, or maybe because I had never been so happy and serene, now that Penelope did not feel like a threat anymore, not to mention the wonderful relationship with Cupcake, Cream Pie and Fudge, but the fact remains that, when spring came, I started to produce a lot of milk, becoming the top producer in our farm. Both Aidan and I were very proud of that. I felt like that was the universe telling me that I was born to be a cow, his cow.

The good and hotter weather allowed us to graze very often in our outdoor enclosure, joined by Fudge, who added pepper to all our afternoons with her wild energy. She liked to hear our moosic, because she could not sing with her neighing-device, and so we began to make our act even more daring. It was therefore with little surprise that Aidan found us all there. He was followed by Aaron, Penelope and Ava, all with their crops in their hands. Cream Pie let out a whimpering moo. I had to admit that it was a little disquieting picture, but I trusted Aidan.

Lash after lash of the crops, we were led to the new gate of the corral and for one wild second I wondered if they would have us pull some coach like Fudge did almost every sunny day for Penelope. Instead, we saw a horse trailer and another one, similar to the first, but probably destined to cattle, because it seemed one big cage with few little openings on the outside. Maybe we were finally going to go to the veterinary? Anyway, while Fudge had apparently a little stable on wheels for herself, we would travel just in the way we had come from the fair: tied to milking stalls, on our knees. Contrarily to that time, though, it seemed that we would also be milked and fed automatically, since there was a limp plastic penis just in front of my lips.

As soon as Aidan had closed the door on the back of our trailer, we found ourselves in semi-darkness, incapable of moving a single muscle, not even to turn our head towards each other. A rumble and soft vibrations told us that the engine had been turned on and a little afterwards, the trailer started to bump on the dirty road. Cream Pie was mooing loudly, somewhat panicked. I wished I could soothe her, but I did not know how, until I heard Cupcake moo a famous lullaby, and I imitated her. Our friend caught the message “don’t worry” and calmed down.

The trip was not short. When I felt the pumps milking me and, at the same time, jizz being squirted on my face, I knew that two hours had passed. I was incredibly bored but, just like the previous time, the vibrations and the noise prevented me from dozing off. At least, now I was sure where we were headed: a country fair. There was no other explanation. Of course nobody had bothered to tell us, since cows just do what they are told and should not show any curiosity.

However, this particular cow was still a little behind in that part of her transformation. So I started to fantasize about it. Would they let us see Fudge’s race? Would Fergie be there? Damn it, she already been transformed into a cute Redhead Angus cow now, so there was a slim chance that we could see each other, unless she was our neighbor in the stables. Would Aidan think about that? He was a sensitive man, so there was definitely hope. Also, would there be competitions for us cows too? I remembered that in the other fair there had been one for milk production. I wanted to participate unless, of course, I still did not have enough milk to have any chance, even though I was now the biggest producer in our farm. I hoped that the stress of the trip would not affect me negatively. What if I won? I could only imagine how happy I would make Aidan and, by extension, me.

The second ejaculation interrupted that thought, making me almost snort jizz, which is really unpleasant. I docilely gulped all my sperm. Four hours already. How much more? After a while we finally stopped!

“Wait, what are you doing?” said Aidan’s voice outside.

“Aren’t Starzbet we letting them out?” asked Aaron.

Cream Pie mooed loudly. Cupcake had incredibly managed to fall asleep! I knew it, because I was sure she would have mooed otherwise! With a smile, I wondered how she did it.

“Of course not! Where would they even go?” replied Aidan, befuddled.

We were not there yet. It was just a pit stop to let the driver be replaced or something like that. Cream Pie did not give up and I had not enough strength to try to calm her down.

“No, I mean, we could just open the door…” proposed Aaron. Good man.

“So you want everyone who’s driving see our hucows? You know it’s illegal, right? Moreover, when have you ever seen farmers do such things for their cows?”

Aidan was right. Cows don’t get to just rest their legs or whatever. We had to wait. Indeed, a few minutes later, we were back on the road. I had to pee, so I peed. When the third ejaculation hit me, my head was blank. I just wanted to be there already! From time to time, one of us would moo in frustration. As the fourth squirt of semen found my mouth, I was sobbing softly. We all were. Were in the fucking world was this damn fair?

The fifth ejaculation never came. The trailer stank of piss and semen when Aidan opened its door.

“Here we are girls!” he said, loudly, all excited.

As he stretched his arms, making me hate him for the briefest moment, Aaron’s voice intruded.

“Hey, why don’t you let me do this, while you set up the stables? I don’t really know how it works here and I’d hate it to mess it up.” he admitted.

“Oh, yeah, you’re right. Remind me, I’ll teach you tomorrow.” replied Aidan

Now I hated Aaron. There was nothing I wanted more than being in my man’s arms now. I would have shown him that I was not complaining and he would have been proud of me. I heard him boarding the trailer and then unstrapping Cream Pie, even though she was in the middle and was the least likely choice. I guess he had heard her distressed mooing.

“Hey, hey, everything is alright.” he whispered to the cow, whose muffled sobs made me realize that he was hugging her “I’m sorry, I did not know that you would be transported this way, otherwise I would have told you! Ironically, I wanted it to be a surprise: I thought that you would have liked to visit a new place.”

Cream Pie mooed an obvious “you’re an idiot!”, but I could sense forgiveness already weakening her resolution to be angry at him. He cuddled her a little bit more but, as much as I wanted out, I did not complain: Cream Pie was in dire need of it. After she had been taken outside, it was Cupcake’s turn.

“How are you, instead?” asked Aaron, clearly less concerned.

Cupcake mooed a “just get me the fuck out of here!” and he complied.

When it was my turn, I realized how tired I was. At first, it was not easy to stand: my legs were all numb. Aaron hugged me to help me and I mooed thankfully. He did not ask how I felt, for I had made it clear myself. Anyway, I kissed him on the cheek for his kindness. The outside light blinded me for a little while, but the mooing made me immediately realize that we had been brought directly in the stables. Of course, it was night and probably also very cold! As I joined the others for a group hug, finding Cream Pie in a really bad shape, I noticed that this barn was bigger than the one in the previous fair, albeit very similar in every other respect.

“So, how about I clean you and then we put you all to sleep?” Aaron proposed, staring directly at Cream Pie.

If until then I just had the impression that she was his favorite, now I was sure, despite all his attempts to hide it. I found it cute, though. Indeed, Cream Pie absentmindedly nodded but did not get any punishment. He led us to a part of the barn that was covered in white tiles, without even using the crop! I was flabbergasted, but he was my friend and would not snitch on him. He washed Cream Pie first, with great care and affection, glancing from time to time at the entrance of the barn, without doubt fearing that Aidan would see him. I and Cupcake, on the other hand, were alternating gazes at him and at each other. My friend suddenly began to smile wickedly, ready to mock Aaron, but I stopped her with the excuse of cleaning her myself. As I licked away dried semen from her face, I glared at her: that was not the time. She reciprocated the grooming and, feeling playful, eyed at my pussy and began to shake a little her head, pretending to be disappointed about my hygiene. She did not have time to go down on me, unfortunately, because Aidan arrived.

“Oh, good, you’ve cleaned them?” he said, clapping his hands.

“Just Cream Pie.” replied Aaron, now looking all professional.

The cow was evidently feeling much better now.

“Well, then, come on!” Aidan hurried him “You do Cupcake and I do my Gumdrop.”

I loved how he said “my”. He just sprinkled warm water on me, because we Starzbet Giriş were clearly late for something, but his sweet gaze had the same effect of a long bath on me.

“You all need a beauty sleep if we want to make a good impression, tomorrow!” he said.

I mooed happily. Then, as the crop hit me, I walked with the others to our enclosure. In this place it was easy to see what was going on in the various stables. Most of the cows were sleeping, some were fucking each other, but I did not manage to see our redheaded friends. Cupcake was checking too, but shook imperceptibly her head. As I saw all those naked asses, it occurred to me that Fudge was not with us. Pity, but usually horses were kept in different places from cows, right? Also, with relief I noticed that there were several cows that looked older than us, way over thirty. I would not be alone in my old age, it seemed!

“Alright, good night girls. Aaron will milk you in three hours!” Aidan said and with a wink addressed at me, he left us in our stable.

Cupcake was staring at me with a “do you remember?” look. So, in memory of good old times, I kissed her passionately. I wanted to fuck her, badly, but then I remembered and knelt on the hay, were a frightened Cream Pie was waiting for us. Without preambles, I asked her if she was in love with Aaron, out of a hunch. She looked terrified, attracting also Cupcake’s interest. We all mooed eloquently and our friend capitulated. She explained to us that she wanted to tell us, but Aaron had made her promise not to. There it was: we would not sleep before our milking.

So Aaron was in love with her too? Cupcake’s question received a positive answer. Cream Pie was then bundled in a group hug of congratulations that made her open up. Apparently, Aaron had been worried about her from the moment he had seen her for the first time, because he had heard from Penelope that she was a drug addict on the run. We had noticed that, of course, but what we did not know was that he had kept helping her also after the first days. She was often the last to leave the clients, not because they would keep her, but because Aaron spent some time with her after they went away, any time he was in charge of fetching her back. He talked to her, brought her magazines, sweets and so on. He had told her that he wanted her to feel normal, every once in a while. That was the real main reason why she had adapted so well to prostitution. So, naturally, she had wanted to thank him and had tried to have sex with him, after a week or so. He had been offended by that, he had said that it was not sex he had been after. He had just thought that what Penelope had done was wrong, because whereas we had chosen freely to become hucows, she had been forced by her situation. He could not do anything about that anymore, but he wanted to do something anyway. It had been only later, a couple of months after, that they had sex for the first time, upon Cream Pie’s insistence. No, not sex: they had made love and now they were sort of together.

That explained everything! His behavior at the new year’s eve, for example. He had been pissed off for seeing his girlfriend hanging from the ceiling for everyone’s delight, not for being excluded from Kam’s table. He had protected her from the cold with his jacket and then held a little party, just for the two of them in one of the breeding rooms, while I and Cupcake were still in the barn, the following morning. Now we also knew why he was always around: he just wanted to spend with Cream Pie every minute he could.

Both I and Cupcake found the whole thing very romantic and when Aaron came for our milking, looking very tired, we got up and kissed him each on one cheek.

“What the fuck?” he mumbled.

Cream Pie looked at him meaningfully, with a little smile.

“What?” he asked again.

Then she helped him understand by throwing herself into his arms a kissing him tenderly, appropriately, as two lovers should.

“Oh.” he whispered as they separated, and then begged “Oh no, shit! Please, don’t tell Aidan!”

I was so offended that I jabbed him on his shoulder with my hoof.

“Ouch!”

This time, our gazes were eloquent enough.

“So you’re not telling?” he asked again.

Both I and Cupcake raised our forelegs to the sky and rolled our eyes. Men! He scratched his head and just mumbled:

“Thanks, girls.”

Cupcake then hugged Cream Pie from behind, kissed her cheek and, with an angry face pointed her hoof to him, then to Cream Pie, she pretended to cry, indicated me and herself, then again him and finally passed a hoof on her neck. “If you hurt her, we are going to kill you!” was the obvious message. I nodded resolutely, my forelegs crossed.

“I would never hurt Reagan.” he assured, somewhat offended.

Our aching udders saved us from the awkward silence. Aaron gave way and then led us to the milking machines without using the crop, until Cream Pie prompted him to do so. Afterwards we Starzbet Güncel Giriş were finally emptied out and we went back to our stable. As Aaron kissed his girlfriend, we erupted in a “Aw!” moo that made him blush violently and us moo-giggle like idiots. Later, Cream Pie fell asleep quite fast, relieved of her secret, but I and Cupcake were determined to stick to tradition and dived into each other’s pussy in a 69. We reached both paradise and tried hard to have an encore, but our exhaustion got the better of us. We fell asleep without even noticing, our head between the other one’s thigh, our noses breathing our sexes.

Needless to say that the morning after we were all zombies. Thankfully, we were put back in our stable to nap after each milking, during which we were fed semen through a straw, for the time being. Two naps were all we needed.

This fair was more crowded and colorful than the other one I had been at. Soon, it also became clear why it was that way: ponygirls. Besides the stands selling hucow stuff, there were many others more, ranging from ponygirl gear, to other pet play fetishes involving cats and dogs. All was set on a field covered by a big marquee made of transparent plastic, that could be heated, but allowed us the illusion of being outside.

Aidan was proudly leading us in his best and sexiest cowboy attire, waving here and there to people he knew. Therefore, I made a point to piss myself more than once while we walked, getting admiring and sometimes envious gazes and sweet treats. While I was enthusiastic about the fair, Cupcake was feeling shy and Cream Pie was utterly terrified and walked firmly staring at Cupcake’s tail.

Our farm, along with all the others, had its own gazebo in the belt of land surrounding the market. The corral was not really big, but I did not expect much grazing in this place. Fudge was already there, in a separate little enclosure with its own gazebo. She was wearing all her best gear, saddle, stirrups and plume included, but not her blinders, because Penelope was intent on doing her makeup, while Ava embellished her mane with braids and beads. I noticed that she was not in a platform like the ones we used. The belts that ran around her waist and held the saddle were also fixed to a sloped concave padded support, that allowed her hind-hooves to touch the ground, without having to carry her weight, entirely unloaded on the platform. When it was rotated to be almost horizontal, Fudge would be able to be on all fours, like a real horse. Well, sort of, because her fore-hooves would be suspended. Behind her, there was a wooden pedestal that was no doubt intended for the people who wanted to mount her.

After we had greeted everyone with cheerful moos, we were led into the enclosure.

“Alright. Now, let’s set up the milking rigs, so that we can have people mounting them straightaway.” said Aidan.

Cupcake seemed fine now, but Cream Pie whimpered when she heard him. So I and Cupcake, after one of our telepathic conversations, began to lick her eyes. She was of course annoyed, but did not resist, sensing that we were up to something. Anyhow, that prompted Aaron to come and help her.

“What the fuck are doing now?” he hissed

We mooed in a way that made it clear that he had to guess.

“Look, I don’t know what you are playing at, but if you don’t stop poking her eyes, I’m going to whip the both of you!” he threatened with a whisper.

We did not stop, of course.

“Aaron, put some blinders on Cream Pie, will you?” asked Aidan, checking the pumps “That’ll make them stop.”

We immediately ceased our licking and rolled our eyes at the young man, who blushed and complied. Cream Pie was not used to blinders, but she seemed to relax a little. When everything was ready, Aidan came back to us.

“Ok, I’m telling you now because I don’t want fights when you graze.” he started, looking alternately each of us in the eye “This evening we are going to participate to two contests: a milking competition and a beauty pageant.”

I mooed joyfully, almost clapping my hooves.

“We can submit only one of our cows for each. For the first, I chose Gumdrop, since she is our top producer.”

I was so happy that I kissed him on the mouth, but he did not get angry, quite the contrary.

“For the beauty pageant, it is going to be Cupcake. Now, I think that you are all beautiful…” he started cautiously, but I gave a big kiss on Cupcake’s cheek and mooed approvingly. I was cute, she was a work of art, I had no problem admitting that. Besides, she was a spotted hucow! Every judge in their right mind would love how cow-like it made her. Cream Pie, on her part, imitated me, more than willing to let anyone but her take part in either of the competitions. Curiously, the most shocked among us was Cupcake. Her shyness made her react in an awkward way, as if she did not know how to gloat.

A little taken aback, Aidan concluded:

“Well, since you all seem fine with this, why don’t we put on your rigs, huh?”

Our rigs were very similar to those of the previous fair, but this time they featured a limp rubber dick in front of our faces that I was sure would inflate and squirt semen every two hours. As soon as we were in position, Aidan began to do his best impression of a country fair pitchman that made me smile:

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The summer had come, and I was really looking forward to spending time with daddy. I hadn’t seen him since spring break, and waiting these few months had been hell. My sex drive is so strong, and being a good girl was really hard. But when I arrived in my car to the front of the house, I saw daddy waiting for me.

“Oh daddy, it’s great to see you! I missed you so much!” I was a little out of breath from running up to see him. He gave me a big hug and a little squeeze on my bottom.

“I missed you too, sweetheart. Come inside and we can catch up.” He flashed such a sinister smile, I knew right away what he was ready for.

I was inside the house for only a moment when he kissed me hard on the lips. I could feel his manhood stiffen as he rubbed himself against me. Daddy really wanted me! He put his hands firmly on my shoulders and spun me around, and then he slid his hands down to my little skirt and pulled it up to my waist.

“Daddy wants that tight little ass, sweetheart. Be a good little girl and pull those panties off for me.” I could hear his breathing grow a little more rapid as I slowly took my panties off, Starzbet my back still towards him. He got down on his knees, his warm hands on each cheek, spreading them apart as his tongue ran across the crack of my ass. I could feel my little pussy getting moist and aching to be touched.

“Daddy, that feels so good, but I’ve never been fucked in the ass, I would be so embarrassed if it was, you know, messy.” I started to shiver all over at the thought. I so wanted to please daddy, but I was so afraid.

“Don’t worry little one, I have that all figured out.” He got up off the floor, and took me by the hand. I could look down and see the tent in his pants. He led me to the bathroom and told me to take off all my clothes. As I did, he took off his clothes too. Then I saw him open the cabinet under the sink and take something out.

“This is called an enema, baby. This will get you all clean for daddy. Then you won’t have to worry.”

“Oh daddy, you think of everything!” He smiled at me and instructed me to lie down on the bath towel. Once I was comfortable on my side, I felt him pry my little bottom apart and Starzbet Giriş slide the nozzle in. I felt his fingers play with my clit softly as he started to squeeze the bottle, and I could feel liquid entering me. I thought I would be nervous, but he knew how to put me at ease. I was getting hotter by the minute!

“That’s my good girl. Now stay there a few minutes till you feel like you have to go to the toilet really bad. After you are through, daddy will be waiting for you in your bedroom.” He walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. A few minutes later, I felt such an urgency to go I didn’t think I would make it! Thank goodness I did. All the waste emptied out of my system, and finally, I felt I was ready. Daddy was waiting as he said he would, in my bedroom.

“How does my little baby feel?” he asked.

“Much better daddy. I’m ready now.” I hoped into bed next to him, he was stroking his big cock. I wrapped my hand around his to slow it down so that I would have the chance to suck on the head. I could taste a little pre-cum on him already. I licked it off and savored the flavor of daddy’s Starzbet Güncel Giriş milk. I so wanted more, but daddy had other ideas.

“Lay down on your tummy for me. Yes, that’s it. Now spread your legs out a bit more. That’s a good girl. Now daddy is going to use some special oil to make your little bottom slippery so I can fill you up with daddy’s big cock.” I felt him rub the oil on me, on my asshole and down to my burning hot cunt. I was so high with anticipation. Daddy was going to take my virgin ass! And as he pressed the head of his throbbing member into me, I felt my tight little hole open to let him in. It hurt at first, but I just couldn’t fight the fact that it felt good too. He started to play with my little pussy faster, which made me relax even more. I could feel him slip deeper into my little bottom and I shook as I started to cum.

“Fuck me daddy! Fuck my asshole! Make me cum!” I shook harder as my pussy juices dripped from me. He pounded my ass, slamming his big balls against me as he let out a low moan. I knew he was close to cumming. I felt his cock pulsating as he filled me with his thick cream, shooting it into my bottom over and over again, till he had nothing left to give.

“You always know how to make me feel good, daddy.” I said. After catching his breath, he brushed my hair away from my face and smiled down at me.

“Welcome home, baby.”

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Part 2:

With age comes grace dressed as wit and worn with experience.

The imagination is a wonderful thing. She is a blank canvas upon which you can paint the day dreams that float through your mind. Sexual imagination is the emotion that speaks to each of us in her own intimate way in visions of light and dark. The fantasy we all seek to make real.

I sat naked on the edge of Angie’s big bed and watched as the three women began to undress in front of me.

My heart began to beat faster and faster as each item of clothing was removed and more of them was exposed to the light. It was such a private moment between them as they helped each other undo buttons and pull down zips, that I felt as if I had been granted the most special favor ever. Finally, they had removed their outer clothing and they stopped to look at me as they stood there in their lingerie.

What was there to say? They looked absolutely radiant as they hugged each other whispering sweet nothings as they watched my reaction. I was pretty much enthralled at the sight in front of me. I was slowly recovering from my orgasm and my erection was already beginning to stir again from its last adventure.

All three were dressed in some variation and color of brassiere, stockings, and suspenders. Angie was in red, Ruth in pale yellow and Sharon in black as I let my eyes wander back and forth over them. I no longer needed to use my imagination to see what had been hidden and only guessed at before.

Angie was a scarlet angel. An angel with a huge pair of breasts held in place by a bra that looked to be feeling the strain. She had wide, firm hips and a pelvic valley that bore a faint birthing scar just above a pair of tight red panties that snuggled around the mound of her sex.

Ruth stood smiling at me as she reached up and let loose her long black hair until it fell around her like a blanket of night. Her bust was smaller than her friends, but still a full heavy handful with prominent nipples that poked through the material of her pale yellow bra. Her long legs were sexily sheathed in those sheer nylon stockings and the obvious lust in her gaze sent a chill down my spine.

Finally, there was Sharon. Her shoulder length blonde hair contrasting spectacularly with her black underwear. Her breasts were circular perfection as they hung wide on her freckled chest and she leaned forward to show me more when she saw me staring. Her attributes were perfectly in proportion. Every aspect of her was as it was originally designed. An hour glass woman built for sex. No wonder her ex-husband couldn’t keep up and satisfy her.

She would be quite the challenge.

Then, as one, they reached up to undo their brassieres and I felt the ground slip away from under me as three pairs of firm suckable tits popped into view. All shaped erotically firm in their own way with only the hint of aged sag marking them.

“Like these?” asked Angie in her best breathlessly sexy voice as she reached under her huge melons and hefted them up for me to stare at. Wow. Those things looked amazing and her nipples stood out like door stoppers.

Sharon burst out laughing as Ruth leaned down suddenly and took one of those nipples in her mouth to give it a good suck. “Angie, stop showing those things off. We all know you’ve got the biggest tits going.”

No. It’s okay. She can show those things off all day as far as I was concerned. They were mouth wateringly stupendous as the other pairs were. I just sat there on the bed grinning like a loon as all three of them stood to rub and squeeze their boobs in front of me. Then they all turned around and bent over with their hands resting on their knees to show off their pantie clad bottoms to me.

Alright, here is where this whole adventure got real. If my eyeballs had stalks they’d be on them right now. Talk about feeling like the old cork was going to pop. My cock twitched and I quickly grabbed it at the base. I had to grip it really hard to gain control of my emotions and wait for the reflex spasm to pass and I let out a long groan of relief that had Angie, Ruth, and Sharon peeking at me over their shoulders.

“Are you alright?” asked Angie with a look of mischief on her face.

All three of them knew what was up and teased me further by wriggling their backsides in my face. Oh heck. I gripped my stiff pecker harder until I could breathe a little easier.

I took a deep breath and blew out my cheeks, “Now that isn’t fair, ladies,” I scolded them, “You need to decide what we’re going to do next or I’ll go off again.”

They had a little whispering session between them. Angie looked over her shoulder at me when they came to a decision, “We think you should pull our panties down,” she asked in her best little girl voice.

Uh. Huh. Yeah. I can do that. That would be another one ticked off my personal sexy bucket list alright. Doing something like that was right in the top ten of things I’d always dreamed of doing given half the chance.

I shifted forward until I was half on and half off Bycasino the bed. I did Angie first and it was an absolute pleasure to pull and tug her panties down over her apple shaped bum and watch as she stepped out of them to leave her hairy pussy free for me to drool over.

Ruth had a lovely ass. Not as full as Angie’s, but impressively firm with a deep dark ass crack that promised hidden delights later on when I went exploring her secrets. She stepped out of her panties and resumed her position that left her sex open to me in an act of submissive temptation.

Last, but not least, was Sharon. I knelt behind her and just gawped at the magnificence of her spectacular ass as I removed her underwear as slowly as possible. Her butt cheeks were huge. A pair of marshmallow squeezable delights from where her bare sex protruded out like a ripe juicy fruit just eager to be tasted. Above the petal shaped pussy lips, the skin stretched tightly around her anus which twitched invitingly under my lust fueled gaze. I just stared at her puckered asshole wondering and dreaming naughty thoughts about what I’d like to do to it. Maybe, just maybe, they’d each let me go exploring that particular place.

But more important matters were at hand as I stood up in front of them. My cock was good to go and ready for some pussy plunging action. Primed for its first proper deep fuck. The three of them stood for a moment looking down at my droopy dong as it hung down from my bare crotch.

“Uh, ladies,” I mumbled, “I think we need to get a move on. I’m not sure I can keep myself from coming again much longer. You need to decide who goes first and how we’re going to do it.”

“Maybe we should draw straws,” suggested Sharon, who had her tits in her hands and was doing seriously lewd things with her nipples.

Ruth shook her head. “No, it’s simple. This is Angie’s house. Angie’s bedroom. And we’re going to fuck on Angie’s bed. She goes first. Then you, Sharon. I’m okay waiting till last. If Ben is still up for it.”

Angie came up to me and kissed me on the lips before she jumped on her bed and lay back against the pillow with her thighs spread wide open for me. Both her hands reached down to tease apart the lips of her sex and rub her buzzer.

The realization suddenly hit me that I was about to experience proper sex for the first time. Not a frustrated fumble like before. I had no doubt that all three women could take my oversized cock right up their snatches and accept whatever pounding I could give them. But I wanted more. I wanted to look at them. Look at them up real close.

I got on the bed and lay down so that my head was between Angie’s sturdy thighs with her vagina in front of my face. She looked down at me between the valley of her breasts and smiled, “Go on then,” she urged as she raised her hips so that I could smell her heat, “Lick my pussy, Ben.”

Using my fingers, I opened her up and stared at the flushed outer layers of her sex. She was a greasy mound of oily lubrication and her prominent clit was engorged with passion. I leaned forward and licked those lips before letting my tongue reach her button and I smiled as I felt her jump and squeak as I diddled her sensitive nub. Taking advantage, I slipped one, then two fingers up her slot and listened as she let out a long groan of pleasure as I moved them in and out of her grasping pussy. I teased her clit with my tongue for a minute or two and was rewarded with her first small climax as she humped her hips off the bed and ground her crotch in my face.

“OOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooh, ahh!” she exclaimed as I felt the bed sag either side of us when Sharon and Ruth joined her and I looked up to see them both rubbing her breasts and kissing her passionately. Absolutely the sexiest thing I had ever seen. No question.

Time to get a move on. I knelt up on the bed and pushed Angie’s thighs back so that her sex rotated upward giving me easier access to her crotch. I had to mount her now. I was beginning to dangerously stew down below and my balls had started to ache for release. I was slightly unsure of how hard I should fuck her as I was much larger and heavier than she was. I guess there was only one way to find out.

I grabbed my cock and aimed it lower as I approached my first fuck of the night. “Angie,” I gasped as the thudding in my ears was getting louder and louder, “Are, are you ready? I’ve got to…”

Ruth eased back from kissing her friend who looked up at me with eyes wide and swimming with sexual desire. Angie nodded breathlessly and encouraged me to stick my cock into her.

“Oh my, yes, Ben. Shove it in. Right the way in. All the way up. Don’t worry about hurting me. I can take it. I want to feel it way up inside of me. I need for you to give my cunt a really good hard fucking!”

That was as clear as day.

“Fuck her silly,” Sharon urged, “Fuck her right up her pussy.”

Ruth and Sharon both pressed her thighs further back until they were nearly up to her shoulders. The woman was wide open with her sex just waiting for Bycasino giriş me to ram myself up her. I had always imagined this moment for as long as I could remember. Now it was real. Now it was happening. I wanted time to slow down so I could capture the moment in a bottle. I was so hard I had to force my prick to bend lower so I could push the bloated purple head of my monster into her opening and use the leverage to push it home.

Angie was surprisingly tight. She had her eyes squeezed shut as she grunted at my first tentative assault on her dripping hole. “Shove that cock into me!” she gasped as I finally managed to sink a couple of inches home.

I was breathing hard. My concentration was masked by sweat as I wound up my libido and thrust forward with my hips and jammed a good five to six inches straight up her vagina.

Angie shrieked out loud at my sudden invasion and gave this huge reflex shudder as I skewered her under me. I still had ways to go and I knew I had to quickly force myself all the way into her sex. I glanced at Ruth who silently nodded as she brushed the hair out of her friend’s eyes.

I gave a good solid thrust and shoved my cock up her canal in one violent go as I felt myself bottom out with my groin slamming up against hers and my balls resting on the divide between her ass cheeks. Angie had taken everything I had to give and by the look on her face, she was as surprised as I was.

She climaxed quickly and suddenly with a loud yell of ecstasy that echoed around her bedroom. I felt her vibrating around all nine plus inches of me as I filled her slot. I settled down on top of her and hugged her to me with my face just above hers. Her mouth was open and she was drawing in great lung fulls of air as she was constantly being swept away with small trembling shivers that washed over her from head to toe. She frowned slightly as my face slowly came into focus. Then she smiled at me in such a loving way that made our friendship so much more important to me.

“Have you ever kissed an older woman?” she whispered.

“Other than my mom, my gran, and a couple of aunts, no, not really,” I smiled back, “Is it all right if I kiss you, Angie?”

Our first kiss was long, slow, and tremendously satisfying. I’d kissed my ex-girlfriend before but this, THIS, was just on a whole new level. I felt like it was my first day in class and I still had another two lessons to go. Those lessons were either side of us with their hands gently stroking my back, thighs, and buttocks urging me on to fuck their long time companion.

The kiss ended and our lips reluctantly parted as we lay together looking at each other. We were both ready and she groaned seductively as I pulled myself out leaving only a third of my prick left inside her. Ready? I felt her steel herself under me. Waiting. Waiting for that big cock to slam home and fuck her. To fuck her into her own personal paradise.

I thrust forward and began to revel in my first proper sexual experience.

The large double bed was rocking.

My first orgasm had taken away the itchy trigger reflex and I was able to last much longer as my balls slapped against Angie’s up turned ass as we continued to fuck like a pair of randy rabbits on heat.

The trick, I found, is to get into a consistent rhythm when fucking. The constant metronomic pounding of the hips as I drove my throbbing penis in and out of her now slack pussy. Minutes had ticked by and the only sound in the room was our gasps and the cries from my mature fuck partner as her body shook through another climax. Her eyes rolled back again as she gripped me by the shoulders and shook her head furiously against her white pillow.

Ruth and Sharon watched silently. They were next and both were masturbating themselves in anticipation. I had no doubt, with a little feminine coaxing, I’d be ram rod hard again for each of them. I was determined to fuck them just as hard as I was fucking Angie. By the time we were finished, their cunts and my dick would be sore for a week.

The first tingle is always a surprise. A wake-up call that the old testicles are about to blow real soon. But come where? In her? Was that safe? I hadn’t the foresight to ask them. I was still thrusting away and whatever caution would soon be lost as my mind went.

Suddenly, I felt a hand take my chin and turn it towards her. It was Sharon and she laid her lips on mine in a tender kiss, “Fill her up, Ben,” she whispered, “We’re all good to go.”

A moment later, my own climax exploded from within and my fucking became a desperate urge to expel my seed into her womb with an intensity that blew my mind. I jammed in hard three times. Pummeling her bright red sex as my spunk shot out from my balls to splatter and fill the depths of her pussy with copious amounts of baby making juice.

Angie screamed out loud and wrapped her thighs around me in a tight vice like grip and she didn’t let me go until I’d emptied myself completely within her as I buried my face in her neck and groaned Bycasino güncel giriş loud and long. My climax felt like it lasted an age. God knows how much spunk I fired up her. She must have felt every spurt somewhere inside her belly. I jerked spasmodically as I collapsed on her and lay there gasping in happiness.

My first proper fuck. Holy shit.

Uuuuuuuuuuuh. It felt like I was floating. I was just a thing connected to my penis from where everything started. My cock was the center of my world and the feelings radiating out from it as it still sat embedded deep inside Angie’s sex were the most wonderful thing ever.

I turned my head slightly and looked at her. Her face was flushed red and she had this completely satisfied grin on her face as she began to stir.

“Hmmmmm,” she sighed, “Heavy.”

I pushed myself up and off her to lay by her left side still blowing hard at my efforts. For a first time, that had been totally awesome. I suddenly felt the mattress sag and opened my eyes to see Ruth slip between the still open thighs of her friend and look closely at her well-plundered pussy. Angie was running one hand through her hair and using the other to massage her right breast. Ruth glanced over and saw me looking at her. The lust in her eyes was plain to see as she turned her attention back to Angie.

Then she went looking for my spunk. Her tongue slipped between the lips of her sex and delved deep inside her. And then she began to suck my stuff out of her friend. Her mouth was pressed firmly around her slot as she slurped and swallowed the mixed essence of our union. I could hear her humming to herself and the look on her face told me she loved what she was doing. Angie just lay there purring contentedly.

Sharon knelt on the floor beside me. Her left hand rubbed my stomach before it slipped down to take my deflated cock and play with it gently.

“Hey, you,” she smiled up at me as I raised my head to see what she was up to, “This lady wants to know if she can have some of this,” She held up my penis and wobbled it at me, “Need to feel this big old thing real bad, honey.”

Sure. Absolutely. I can get it up for you. Just put that magic mouth of yours to work with a nice slurpy blow job. That would do the trick real good. I didn’t have to say anything at all as I lay my head back and sighed as I felt her lips on the head of my cock.

Sharon knelt astride me as she gripped my hard member in her right hand and eased herself over until my weapon was pointing directly at her slippery hole. I was pretty much rock hard and ready to go again.

At least, this time, I could lie back and enjoy the show.

Angie and Ruth were cuddling beside me. Kissing and licking each other as they shared the taste of my sperm between them. Ruth peeked up at me as she let an elastic strand of my spunk slip off her tongue and dribble down into her friend’s open mouth.

Then I felt Sharon ease herself down and begin her decent over the mushroom head of my cock an inch or so at a time. I just stared up at her as she groaned softly as more of me disappeared inside her.

“Oh, this is heaven,” she gasped as she rotated her hips to increase the pleasure for both of us, “You really do have such a big fat dick, Ben.”

Temptation washed over me and I reached up with both hands and grabbed her outstanding tits that were quivering sexily as she rode my pole. She groaned as I mauled and manipulated them like I was kneeding dough with my thumbs rasping back and forth over her blood filled cherry tops.

“Ah, oh yes, keep doing that,” she told me as her hips gave a sudden jerk as a small climax rose inside her womb. She gave a yelp as I pushed up and buried the last few inches of me up into her pussy and bounced her up and down a few times to let her get used to my length and girth.

She reached up and ran her hands through her blonde hair. Wow. She looked positively wanton in her sexual desire. She was vigorously grinding her hips down on me and I could feel the muscles of her pussy massaging my cock as it slipped in and out of her depths. At each downstroke, I could feel my knob pushing against some sort of barrier and popping through into what felt like a scalding hot furnace. Each time that happened, Sharon grunted and shivered uncontrollably.

“Ride that big cock hard!” urged Angie as she turned on her side to watch us fucking, “That’s one huge length of cock meat stuck up your cunt.”

Sharon bounced up and down harder and faster as her passion drove her on, “Oh fuck, I can’t. He’s so far up my pussy I can feel him inside my belly!”

Ruth had come to kneel behind her friend. “Wait until he fills you full of his spunk all that way up inside you!”

Their language was beginning to trip me over. I wasn’t going to last much longer at this rate. Sharon was humping my bones so hard the bed was bouncing around like a demented kangaroo with the springs squeaking like a hyper-active church mouse. But I loved it. I loved the way her flushed skin contrasted with her black stockings and suspenders. She was really going for it now. She was grunting and groaning as I let go of her breasts and grabbed on to her jerking hips. My balls were jiggling around in their sack just screaming to let go as the passion got the better of us.

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Author’s Note: This is a fetish story involving gross bodily functions.

*****

My name is Emily. I’m a gross person.

My guts produce a kind of aphrodisiac – a sex pheromone – that gets released into the air whenever I poop or fart. Anyone who inhales it, including me, will get sexually aroused.

In my mid-20s, my pheromones were getting stronger and stronger. I’d had a few fun experiences, but also a lot of awkwardness.

This story is one of the awkward ones, I’m afraid. It happened about a month after my last story… the one where I’d accidentally started a threesome while vising my best friend Kat.

I hadn’t seen Kat again since then. She lived a few hours away, trying to finish her bachelors degree, and I didn’t have time to visit often. Talking and texting just wasn’t the same. She didn’t have many friends at school, and she sounded more depressed every time we spoke.

So we decided to take a long weekend and drive up to Canada together. It would be a girls’ weekend, just the two of us.

She picked me up Thursday night after I left work, and we crossed the border around midnight. We were visiting a lakeside town with lots of cycling trails and cheap bars – a good spot for bachelor parties.

On Friday morning, we biked around the lake. Then we ate a huge lunch, drank a half-pitcher of sangria, and took a nap in our room together. It was a good day.

When Friday evening rolled around, we got dressed to go out. I put on some lip gloss, but otherwise I just wore my hoodie and jeans. Kat, on the other hand, looked absolutely gorgeous with just a touch of makeup. With her black button-down shirt, torn jeans, and kick-ass boots, she looked like a singer in an indie-rock band.

“I feel invisible next to you,” I told her.

She laughed, smiling. “Shut up. You look great, Emily.”

In the back of my mind, as usual, I was wondering about my next chance to poop. Our room was very small – not a good place to release sex pheromones – but my stomach felt unsettled after lunch. I didn’t think I could hold it all weekend.

We went to a bar and listened to a live band for a while. I picked at a plate of french fries, nursing a beer.

“You’re not hungry?” Kat asked.

I shrugged. “Maybe I ate too much at lunch.”

Between sets, I watched our drinks while Kat went to pee. My stomach felt weirdly full. Sitting alone at the bar, I tried to fart a little, but I couldn’t force any gas out.

When Kat came back, she had two boys flirting with her – two slick-haired, freshly-showered college guys. One was muscular, and the other wore glasses. Neither looked older than 21.

They were cute enough, though, and they were clearly smitten with Kat. She was grinning, enjoying their attention. They ignored me as we talked, but I didn’t mind; I just wanted Kat to have fun this weekend.

When the muscular one made a joke, she touched his shoulder as she giggled.

I was about to say something to the nerdy-looking guy, but suddenly a stomach cramp hit me. I winced, almost falling off my bar stool.

“You all right, Emily?” Kat asked.

“Yeah,” I grunted. “No worries.”

I knew something was wrong, but I managed to hide it a little longer. I sipped my beer and talked to the nerdy boy for a few minutes, leaving Kat to flirt with the other one.

But my stomach kept twisting up painfully. After a few minutes, I couldn’t pretend to be okay anymore. I excused myself and headed for the restrooms.

Unfortunately, the women’s room had a line. Almost half a dozen people stood outside the door. I waited at the back, squirming from the strange pressure in my guts.

I thought it was just gas – nothing but a big, bad fart from lunch – but it hurt and needed to come out.

I couldn’t stand it for long. With three women still ahead of me, I decided to release a little of my gas. Just a tiny bit, I told myself.

I carefully relaxed my sphincter…

And, instantly, I felt my bowels pour out. I gasped aloud. Hot, spicy liquid was suddenly leaking from my asshole, and a wet sensation spread through my underwear.

No! No! I thought.

I painfully squeezed myself closed, holding back what felt like a gallon of diarrhea.

The other women in line hadn’t noticed anything, but my guts felt like they could explode at any moment. I jumped off the bathroom line and dashed into the men’s room instead.

The men’s room was multiple-occupancy, where you could come and go freely. A guy was peeing at a urinal when I burst in, but he didn’t look up at me.

Struggling to hold my sphincter shut, I rushed into the stall, slammed the door closed, and yanked down my jeans. The last few seconds were the worst. My butt touched the toilet seat… and then my whole digestive system erupted.

It was a bad shit. Painful. Noisy gas and diarrhea blasted out of me, like firing a cannon into the bowl. Awful cramps made me clutch my stomach. My asshole burned like hell. The smell came fast and strong, with an unhealthy metallic stink.

“Jesus,” Bycasino I heard the man at the urinal mutter.

I tried not to groan – my voice would reveal that I was a woman – but I couldn’t prevent the terrible noises or smell I was producing. The diarrhea shot out so hard it splashed back, and I felt the spray against my butt cheeks. The sound of each emission seemed unbelievably loud.

I lowered my face, mortified.

My underwear was ruined, I noticed. A wet streak of brown ran down the center.

My eyes felt hot with tears. I just pooped my pants, I thought. I hadn’t pooped myself since I was a little girl…

Taking a deep breath, I pulled off my jeans and dirty underwear. With two fingers, I grabbed the undies and tossed them aside onto the bathroom floor.

I’d never figured out whether my diarrhea contained sex pheromones, but I’d always suspected that it didn’t. I certainly wasn’t feeling sexual as I sat shitting my brains out.

I continued spray-painting the toilet bowl for minutes on end. More guys walked in, pissed at the urinal, and left without washing their hands. They all heard and smelled me shitting. I burned with shame, unable to hold anything back.

Luckily, there was toilet paper. When my insides finally felt empty, I went through half a roll trying to get clean. My butt cheeks were wet with splashback, and the whole area around my asshole was a gooey swamp.

After what seemed like an hour, I pulled my jeans back on – going commando for now – and stood cautiously. My knees shook, and my face was sweating. My stomach still felt queasy, too.

Kat was still talking to the two boys when I came back. The moment she saw me, she almost dropped her beer. She approached quickly and touched my shoulder.

“You look pale,” she said in a low voice. “Is everything all right?”

I shook my head. “I’m heading back to the room,” I said. “You should stay here, though. Have fun with the guys.”

She made a clucking noise, like a worried mom. “I’m going with you.”

We apologized to the two boys, and Kat led me outside. As we walked back to our room, I admitted I’d had diarrhea.

“What the hell did I eat?” I wondered aloud. “I thought lunch was – just fine!”

My voice cracked as I spoke. I was struggling not to cry.

Kat touched my arm again. “I’m so sorry, Emily.”

Swallowing, I said, “You should really stay out if you…”

I stopped, feeling a sudden surge of nausea. I looked around for a spot to throw up, but there was no place – and no time.

“Emily?” Kat asked.

I started barfing on the sidewalk.

* * *

Dark brown liquid suddenly spilled from Emily’s mouth, catching her almost mid-sentence. It fell onto the sidewalk, splattering, as she put her hands on her knees.

Her mouth opened wide. A terrible retching sound arose from her throat. Then her body heaved painfully, and another torrent of loose, soupy vomit began to pour from her. It splashed in all directions when it hit the ground.

For a few seconds I stood frozen, shocked, and then I noticed Emily’s hair dangling in front of her face. I pulled it back, but it was already wet.

“Emily!” I cried. I didn’t know what else I could do.

We had walked a few blocks from the bar at this point, and luckily the streets weren’t full of people. I saw a group of girls watching us from across the street, and I waved at them to move along.

A wide pool of vomit lay at Emily’s feet, with droplets spread across our jeans and shoes. She spat onto it, breathing raggedly. She was holding her body perfectly still.

Suddenly, her back heaved again. She gave a painful gagging noise, and another fountain of puke splattered against the sidewalk.

I rubbed her shoulders, still holding her wet hair in my other hand. “It’s okay,” I murmured. “Just let it out…”

Emily retched another two or three times, emptying her stomach. A scary amount of liquid poured out of her, but I tried not to show my worry.

Finally she straightened, wiping her mouth. She hung her head, unable to make eye contact with me.

“I’m so sorry,” she mumbled.

Emily looked terrible. She was pale and cool to the touch. A mouthful of vomit had dribbled down the front of her hoodie, and I saw chunks of it in her hair.

“Can you walk?” I asked.

She nodded. “Let’s just go.”

We stepped over the puddle she’d left. As we walked, Emily held my arm for support. I felt her body shaking, and she was crying a little.

“It’s okay,” I tried to reassure her. “This happens to everybody. It’s not your fault.”

“I’m so embarrassed,” she sniffed.

“Don’t be. You just ate something that didn’t agree with you, and your body’s getting rid of it.”

I guess I have strong caretaking instincts. In this moment, I felt closer to my best friend than ever. Ignoring the vomit on our clothes, I put my hand around Emily’s waist and held her tight.

She leaned against me gratefully. “I’m glad you’re here, Kat.”

I felt a small flutter in Bycasino giriş my chest.

Over the last year, my friendship with Emily had gotten complicated. I’d always thought I was basically straight. Since I mostly liked guys, I thought my occasional girl-crushes were normal.

But with Emily, I couldn’t pretend to be straight anymore.

My mind kept flashing back to that threesome we’d had last month. I kept picturing the way she rode Will’s dick – the way she moved her hips – as she got lost in her own pleasure. She didn’t even hear his warning that he was cumming.

I wished I could give Emily pleasure like that. I wished I had a load of cum I could shoot inside her. Most of all, I wished I could just kiss her, and she could kiss me back like she really wanted me.

That was the sad part, of course. I knew her better than anyone… and I knew she only liked boys.

I didn’t know what to do with my feelings.

It seemed like an hour before we made it back to our room. I stopped Emily just inside the doorway.

“Let’s leave our dirty clothes here,” I said.

Emily nodded weakly and started pulling off her hoodie. I took off my shoes and pants – my top looked clean, actually – and walked to the bathroom for a box of tissues.

When I came back, Emily was naked except for her bra. She stood bare-assed above a pile of her discarded clothing. I started wiping her hair clean, pulling at it with tissues.

“You didn’t need to take your underwear off,” I told her.

She slouched a little. “I had to throw it away earlier.”

It took a second to realize what she meant: she’d pooped her pants. “Oh,” I said lightly. “Well, that happens sometimes.”

Now that we were indoors, I could smell the vomit on our clothing. It had a sour stink, a mix of stomach acid and bad food.

Strangely, I felt myself growing aroused as I cleaned Emily’s hair. My fingers brushed the skin of her neck, letting the touch linger. My eyes drifted downwards, to the curve of her bare hips…

Stop it, I scolded myself. She’s sick.

But I kept getting hornier. My skin tingled, wanting to be touched, and I couldn’t stop staring at Emily’s naked ass.

To my relief, she didn’t notice my excitement. The moment I finished cleaning her hair, she walked to the bed and flopped down face-first. Her arms and legs splayed out across the covers.

“I feel like shit,” she moaned into a pillow.

I bit my lip. “You’ll feel better tomorrow…”

“Mrrr,” she groaned.

I stood staring at Emily as she lay face-down on the bed. She wore nothing but a bra, and her smooth butt cheeks filled my vision. I held my breath, yearning for her.

Even when she was sick, Emily was a striking woman. She looked nothing like a magazine model, but she seemed to pulse with sexuality. Her light brown hair fanned out across the pillow. A colorful series of tattoos decorated her left arm and shoulder. She had natural body hair, with soft fuzz on her legs and underarms. The hair grew thicker on her upper thighs, which were parted slightly. I could see a heavy bush between her legs… and just a hint of her prominent pussy lips.

I blinked, trying to focus, but I found myself quivering with desire.

Emily shifted uncomfortably. “My stomach still hurts,” she complained.

Hoping to clear my head, I got dressed and ran to the convenience store. I bought Gatorade, saltine crackers, and some nice shampoo.

I was gone less than fifteen minutes.

When I returned, our room reeked of diarrhea: a sharp, sickly odor. The stink hit me as soon as I opened the door. Emily lay face-down on the bed again, but I saw that she’d changed into her pajamas, a t-shirt and cotton pants.

Instantly, another wave of sexual longing crashed over me. I felt guilty: my friend needed comfort, not sex. But my body ached with emptiness.

I needed to fuck.

I sat on the edge of the bed and touched her shoulder. “Hey.”

“I keep getting diarrhea,” she mumbled into her pillow.

“Sorry.” I struggled to control my voice. “Feel any better?”

“No.” She turned to look at me briefly, as if inspecting me, before shoving her face into the pillow again. “Don’t sit around smelling it. You should go out.”

“Mmm…” I put my hand on her shoulder again, enjoying the touch. “I don’t mind the smell.”

I shifted my weight behind Emily and squeezed both her shoulders, while she continued to lay face-down.

“I feel guilty,” she sighed. “I ruined everything. We were supposed to have fun tonight.”

I smiled, kneading her shoulder muscles. “I’m happy taking care of you.”

“You’re such a mom, Kat.” Emily chuckled softly into the pillow. “You should really leave, though.”

“I’m not leaving.”

“Well…” She rolled her shoulders back, sighing. “In that case, I guess you can keep massaging me.”

Wordlessly, I spread my thighs and straddled her butt. I pressed my palms against her lower back, feeling her warm skin through her t-shirt.

“Is that good?” I managed Bycasino güncel giriş to ask.

“Yeah,” she grunted. “Maybe it’ll take my mind off my stomach.”

Rhythmically, I moved my hands up and down Emily’s spine, rubbing her. Her body sank into the bed as I applied pressure.

“I probably shouldn’t fart right now,” she mumbled.

I laughed softly. “Probably not.”

I continued massaging her. My thighs squeezed her body, and I felt my crotch pressing on her butt cheeks. I was trying hard not to hump her, but I couldn’t help grinding my hips a little as I moved my shoulders. My breath was getting quicker as the minutes passed.

So horny, my body was telling me. Need to fuck. Need to fuck…

Emily seemed unaware of my private agony. She just exhaled softly, relaxing beneath my hands.

“I might fall asleep,” she murmured after a while. “Just keep going, okay?”

“Okay,” I breathed.

“I’ll just sleep till I feel better…”

I didn’t speak; I was almost gasping. I let my hands drift up her bare back beneath her shirt, touching her skin directly. She wore no bra.

Soon, Emily’s breath deepened, and I felt her body easing into a restful nap. I moved my hands back downwards again, enjoying the feel of her skin.

I couldn’t understand why I felt so horny. Emily was sick, and the room stank of diarrhea. I should feel nurturing, I thought, not sexual.

But my body needed to fuck.

Carefully, I began to grind against her butt.

I was wearing jeans. As I straddled Emily’s ass and moved my hips, I felt the tough denim against my crotch.

When I was younger, I used to hump things: pillows, the edge of the bed, anything I could mount. I didn’t know it was sexual; I just knew the pressure felt good.

Now I was humping Emily’s ass, feeling that same pressure. My body moved automatically back and forth, grinding against her butt cheeks with a subtle rhythm. My jeans did most of the work rubbing me.

I knew this was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. My eyes closed, and one hand moved to my breast.

Emily showed no signs of stirring. I humped her ass as hard as I dared, shifting slightly to increase the pressure on my crotch. I unbuttoned my shirt and worked a hand beneath my bra, so I could tweak my nipple between two fingers.

This went on for a couple minutes. I grunted softly with each movement of my hips, and my face grew hot.

I need to stop, I thought. This isn’t consensual…

Then, Emily began to fart in her sleep.

I heard a sharp, small toot from her butt. Even through my jeans, I felt a puff of air against my crotch. It was just gas, luckily.

Another fart popped out. And then another. A sour smell filled my nostrils, similar to the diarrhea stink that already hung in the room.

The moment felt so intimate: my best friend, deeply asleep, letting her little farts out. For some reason, I found it incredibly sexual, too. My skin blazed with heat, and I felt my heartbeat pulsing in my crotch.

I began humping Emily harder, bracing my hand against the bed. I barely cared about waking her up now. With each breath, faster and faster, I hissed aloud.

Somewhere deep inside me, I could feel an approaching orgasm… but I couldn’t quite reach it. Not like this.

I climbed off the bed, unbuttoned my jeans, and jammed my hand down the front. My fingers found my swollen clit, and I grunted at the shock it gave me.

With my other hand, I touched Emily’s butt. My thumb ran lightly down the center, across her little farty asshole… and then downwards, towards her sweet pussy…

My orgasm exploded suddenly, almost surprising me. I tried holding my breath, but whimpers arose from my throat. Waves of pleasure pulsed outwards from my clit, and my knees nearly buckled.

I felt my fingers tightening on Emily’s butt, squeezing it hard. Too hard.

To my shock, she squirmed away from me. “Kat, stop…” I heard her whisper.

I froze.

When I cum, I sometimes get a weird feeling like I’m about to pee. My clit got sensitive, almost painful, as it continued to throb. The feelings faded slowly.

“Sorry,” I finally said.

Emily fell back asleep instantly. She didn’t seem aware of what I’d done.

I took a deep breath, shaking my head. I can’t believe I did that, I thought. I had just sexually assaulted my best friend.

But I was too exhausted to think about it. Still breathing hard, I crawled onto the bed and lay down next to Emily. She didn’t stir.

I stared at her sleeping face for a while as my heartbeat gradually slowed. My body felt drained. I didn’t remember closing my eyes, but I drifted off in a matter of minutes.

Soon I was dreaming, sleeping deeply on top of the covers, with a sense of terrible guilt and yearning in my heart…

* * *

In the middle of the night, I had more diarrhea.

When I sat on the toilet and allowed myself to loosen up, a river of hot liquid began pouring out of me. It sounded like a bucket of water being dumped into the bowl, and it smelled like death. It seemed to weaken me as it exited my body.

I emerged pale and shaking from the bathroom.

Kat still slept on top of the covers, with her shirt and pants unbuttoned. I had a feeling she’d been masturbating.

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1. In Through The Out Door

I believe his name was Ramon.

I cant be sure. I don’t recall ever hearing it actually…remember seeing a nameplate…but for some reason I think he was Ramon.

No matter, names weren’t required for what we were doing.

He’d come with lunch…wheeled it right into the room and after seeing me sprawled over the messy bed,

my nakedness only partially concealed with a sheet…I’d easily convinced him to stay for dessert.

The room’s occupant…in who’s name it had been rented anyway…was out. He’d slipped from between the sheets some hours ago to meet some people…talk at a conference luncheon or suck somebody else’s cock. Probably all of those things…I wasn’t quite sure.

I’d taken up unofficial residence that first night and we’d been mixing work with pleasure ever since.

Right up until Ramon.

Leaned back…up against the headrest…his smooth, olive skinned body was highlighted by the white sheets. He looked delicious…and I was already hungry.

Putting a knee up on the foot of the bed, I began to crawl to him like a cat. Slowly…silently making my way to him. I take my first taste as my tongue lightly grazes his leg. I would let my tongue lead me…it knew where to go…what to do.

Slowly it trailed up him…over a muscular thigh…to his crotch. My lips gently…barely…touch his thickening cock while bridging over to his flat belly…I skate up to his chest and suckle a small tit…drawing hardness from the dark nipple and the first moans from his mouth…before ascending to his open and inviting mouth…we kiss. Slow…wet…deep…taking our time. Drawing his tongue out, I massage it with my own…stroke it as I’ll soon do elsewhere…as our needs build.

“Hi, Baby…” I whisper after pulling back slightly. A quick smile…another quick lick of his lips…and I’m gone…spun around…ready for my descent.

By now his cock is a sight sure to wet the mouth of any self respecting cocksucker. Ramon wasn’t a big man…probably just below average…but he packed a hell of an above average cock.

Thick and swollen, it was throbbing hard and pointing at my face with menacing delight. A pearl of precum clung precariously to the head…the tip of my quick tongue saved it from falling. Licking the length the thick shaft…I follow it back to his balls and with my hand bring them to my mouth.

“Mmmmm..” I murmur while kissing and licking his hairless sac. It undulates in my palm…against my wet lips as I lick it feverishly.

“Lick me Bitch…” were his first…well chosen words. A good course of action, I decide and continue to do just that. Extending my tongue, I slide it as deeply down his crack as my position will allow.

I feel his hands on my hips…guiding me…up and over until I’m straddling his chest. I inch back slightly…until we can please each other comfortably and facing forward again, I grasp his cock and

start the first meal of the day. Wrapped around the swollen head of his cock…my lips feel his heat as I begin cork screwing him down and in.

Sucking him down like a sword…the smooth thickness of his cock fills my mouth until its touches the back of my throat…ahhhh, how I do enjoy a mouthful of cock. Pulling off slowly, my contracted lips extract a sweet reward of precum…a cock’s way of insuring it gets sucked again…and again…it teases you with the promise of more. In my case…no such convincing was necessary.

A tube of lubricant flies from the top of the nightstand and lands on the sheets near my head. Taking my cue, I begin fixing him up. Soon his cock is a glistening, dark brown picture of manhood at its very best.

He guiding me again…gently rolling me onto my back and I wait patiently as his hand finishes what his mouth had begun…deftly applying lube to my ass. I while away the time by playfully rolling his balls in the palm of my hand.

“You gonna fuck me Baby…? I whisper to him. In a second, I have my answer. Spinning me towards him, he raises my legs up until they rest on his shoulders.

“That’s right Bitch…” he says with a grunt while quickly pulling close. “I’m going to fuck up good…”

I grasp my knees and pull back …exposing myself fully…and soon feel him sliding his hardon

up where it belongs.

“Ahhhh…” the sound is pushed from my mouth. Squirming closer…I feel the power of his small frame as he begins pumping…holding me in place with strong hands…and working his tool on me.

“That’s right…..do it to me…” My eyes skyward, I momentarily regret the lack of a mirror on the ceiling that would let me see as well as feel his powerful cock fill my ass. Quickly passing it off as one of life’s little disappointments, I close my eyes and enjoy the ride.

But…I’ve gotten ahead of myself.

Here I am…just about to detail how Ramon’s was making me moan and I’ve not explained in any way how I wound up being in such a Bycasino pleasing position. Not explained how I became the cocksucker I am today…

2. The Doorway

“Burning the candle at both ends again, eh Robert…?”

Apparently I’d left the door to my office ajar and Edward’s had taken advantage.

“Hasn’t that beautiful wife of yours trained you to get home on time?” he continued with a smile.

My concentration abruptly broken, I jerked slightly when looking towards him.

“Well…yes Sir, you know me…always wanting to stay top of things…but too slow to get them done quickly” A self effacing grin pushed the words back his way.

“Don’t take too long now…” he came back. “Don’t want to keep her waiting and the work will still be here tomorrow…Good Night now”

That said, he left gone as quickly as he’d appeared. His head retracted from the door jam…the door closed completely and quietly…the sound of his footsteps tracked him down the hall.

Once again, silence returned to my world.

“Phew…that was close…” I thought and felt. No sounds crossed my lips, but I could hear the blood

pumping quickly through my temples.

“What am I doing leaving the door open…?” I puzzled angrily. The cause for my concern

presented itself when my attention returned to the computer monitor…and the vision of two naked, aroused men captured me again. I was being bad again…and enjoying it.

Instantly, that warm submissive tide wells from within and flows over me. I become transfixed by the images…the thick, stiff cock…arching upward strongly…declaring it dominance over the young man kneeling before it…into whose mouth it partially disappears.

Reaching for my mouse, I give the images life with a noisy “click” … the young man’s head begins

turning slowly from side to side, his mouth full of swollen dickhead…his tongue darts out, smoothing over the thick shaft as he slowly swallows more and more of it…camera focusing in…a hand reaches up, fills itself with balls pushing the entire package up…another hand rests gently on the cock sucker’s head…guiding his pleasing sucking…

Then the image stops.

The cock is again frozen in place between the man’s lips. “Where it probably always belongs” I think as I’m returned to my own reality.

The center of this small universe is that beautiful cock…it dominates my attention and although not fully conscious of it at the time, it’s a universe I was in route to.

“I’ve got to get home…” I mutter and with a few more “clicks” the computer is shut down.

Standing gingerly, my pants full of swollen manhood , I take advantage and squeeze and rub my hardon…getting it into proper “walking position”. Finish collecting my things and head out towards the elevator…officially homeward bound.

3. Passage

The hour long train ride home is its usual boring self. Noisy and cluttered, the car is filled with other equally tired and disinterested travelers to whom the ride is nothing more than a means to a destination.

Something to be endured…not experienced or remembered. Sleep was the narcotic of choice this day

and pressing myself into the large, soft backrest my eyes close…and soon my mind opens.

“Going to join the future.” I hear Edwards, my boss saying some months back. “We’ve opened our own website and we’ll be taking orders over the net…tracking and tracing…all sorts of things are going to open up…the future is now…”

I didn’t understand all the computer jargon, but these seemed like laudable goals so I’d happily jumped on board…next stop the future.

Funny how only a few weeks later, the future arrived.

Working alone after hours, I’d done an internet search on one of our Mid-West suppliers. I needed to check this or that about something or other, but the search netted more than anticipated. One of the websites rounded up was Gay, Lesbian & Bisexual… and I’d pondered it for a moment. The “something or other” that needed checking changed and in another short moment the website was opened…and I had a whole new world to ponder.

Displayed graphically…more so than I’d ever seen before, was the widest variety of hard cock, tight ass and all together hot looking naked men I’d ever seen. Being the happy-hetro that I thought I was, I’d not seen much of any of it. Page after page…website after website of long, thick dick and round, smooth ass popped up for my viewing pleasure and based on what the almost immediate hardons I’d get, it was a pleasure I didn’t seem to mind. The images seemed to chase me…not wanting me to leave…flashing glimpses of new worlds as I closed others. For a period I didn’t leave…and after awhile, I couldn’t.

It was around that time that I started getting home a bit later than usual.

“The train wasn’t on time, Honey…”

“Couldn’t find a damn taxi anywhere, Babe…”

“I was jerking Bycasino giriş off in my office…”

NO!

Well, yes in fact I was.

My reputation for being a hard worker was growing as it became common place for my end of day to include a little quite time with the boys. Once deemed safe, my office door would close and my computer doorway to gay sex would open.

I’d never been with another man in real life. Actually, hadn’t ever seen a hardon other than my less than “statuesque” one in real life, but these voyeur-like ventures were increasingly exciting and I was becoming more curious. Though never attracted to men sexually, my feelings towards “cock” were surprisingly quite different.

I was willingly being seduced by these visits to a kinkier, taboo side of sex…men pleasing other men.

Lips pressed to stiff cock…tongues hungrily swirling over enlarged, swollen and sensitive dickhead…then eagerly sucking down the reward of their efforts.

My fly began opening at such thoughts and images.

Cautiously at first and always behind a locked door, I’d succumb to my fantasies and jerk off while reading some hot story…or emailing some stranger, telling him I’d shaved my balls for the first time…or simply staring at some hot hard body…his cut cock completely commanding my attention.

More and more I could see my lips wrapped around a such a beautiful cock…worshipping it.

More and more I wanted to do such things…I wanted to be on his knees.

My head filled with visions…my hand full of cock…I’d swivel my chair towards the closed office door…imagining…wishing…someone would come through and catch me in my vulnerable condition…realize my need…release me.

A full length mirror hung inside a coat closet by my desk and I’d watch myself jerking off…imagining it was some other man in an adjacent room performing for me…a pleasure I’d willingly return…until muted moans would accompany my cum as it drained into the wastebasket.

That thought shot me back to reality…

Suddenly I was back on the train headed home, my crotch full of angry, hard cock. A “tent” in my pants was very visible and clearing my throat, I glanced around self-consciously and noticed a good looking middle-aged man across the aisle was staring at me.

“You all right…?” he asked slowly, not a note of concern in his voice. His glance dropped down to my crotch and back.

“Yes…thanks…” I replied sitting up straighter and gathering my wits. “Must’ve dozed off…for a moment”.

Slowly we returned to our separate worlds.

A quick check of my watch told me the train was still about a twenty minutes from my getting off point,

but I was in dire of getting off right now! Exiting my seat, I exchanged looks again with the interested traveler before parading my concealed hardon down the bouncy aisle to the men’s room.

Inside…the door closed behind me and I’m alone in chamber of noise…but not for long.

My pants and briefs quickly drop to the floor and grasping a hand-rail from above the toilet for support, my other hand wraps around my hardon and begins easing its suffering. Stiff and strong, my cock demands release…my eyes close and I disappear in fantasy…

An Image of one of the naked studs has popped from my computer and followed me. He steps behind me in the tight quarters and I feel his strong hands slide down my waist and massage my ass firmly…

“Mmmmmm…” I moan quietly. My cock seeming to stand stiffer in appreciation…

“Stroke it Baby…stroke it for me” I feel his whispers on the back of my neck…he licks me…

I’m totally lost to submissive fantasy…

“See what you’ve done to me…?”. I push my crotch upward, holding myself out for him…

“That’s it Baby…give it up for me…give it all up to me…”

So hard…I’m so hot and close now…

I’m up on my toes…my crotch raised and pushed forward…my ass clenched tight…

“Cum for me Baby…I know your secret…give it to me…”

I was at that point of no return…was just about to spray the world with cum…when I really did feel someone touching me! The interested traveler had followed me and squeezing in through the unfastened door, has knelt behind me.

Spinning…I’m spinning…he’s spinning me…and in another moment my hand is pushed aside and my inflamed cock is swallowed whole!

“Ahhhhhh…” I gasp aloud…totally surprised…totally ready…I couldn’t resist him if I’d wanted. I surrendered willingly.

I pushed back up onto my toes…both hands now grasped the overhead support…as he held my waist firmly and devoured me!

“Ohhhh…Baby…” I’m gasping. “Take….” My legs weaken…I drop a bit…a second later…I’m back up and release to him!

“Ahhhhhhhhhh…” I cried out as by body shook and a huge spasm of cum was powered out of me. He lifted me off my feet and held me in mid-air while Bycasino güncel giriş sucking the very existence out of me! Load after blissful load he stole…his lips squeezed me…his tongue whipped me…my cock delivered the goods.

He stood when I couldn’t feed him anymore and I realized how big he was. With palms placed against the stainless steel wall, he pinned me and pressed his mouth to mine. In just a few seconds I was willingly slurping down my own cum…wrapping it around my tongue…tasting its creamy bitterness…and going back for more.

Pressing up, I explored the deepest crevices of his mouth for it…captured and swallowed it. My hand found the back of his head…and gently pushed his face to me. I’m amazed and overcome with how easily I can do this…how I want this.

He rubbed his hand on my shrinking cock and wet crotch and raised it to my face where I began licking it slowly…deliberately. I’m now fully accepting and eager to travel down this new road. No more pretense…no longer strictly fantasy…I openly accepted these needs and licked his hand thoroughly.

“You’re hungry aren’t you…?” He whispered while guiding my hand…pressing it against his crotch.

I was about to affirm his comment by sliding down the wall when we were interrupted by loud bangs on the door.

“Gotta go!” someone yelled from the other side.

The spell was broken but we kissed again…slowly and deeply…before we broke and prepared to exit.

The man in need of relief stepped aside to make room for my large stranger/friend who exited first. An expression of surprise gripped his face when he noted my presence behind him. Although he said nothing, he entered the room cautiously once we cleared the doorway. I returned his stare with a thin grin. Did he realize what we’ve done? Probably. Could I have cared less? Not possible.

About forty-five minutes later my wife greeted me at the front door to our home and threw her arms around my neck. I wondered if she realized that she’d begun her first affair…welcoming this new man…this stranger to her home. That stranger fucked her eyes out later that night.

4. You Take Milk With That?

Life returned to it’s semi-normalcy. Life altering moments don’t come around often but the daily chores of life never go away. Although I had a different sense of myself, those changes were completely within. No “coming out” party was held for me. On the outside, I was the same and nobody noticed a thing.

Well almost nobody…

“Got a moment…? Edwards said as he stood in my office doorway. He was a big, rugged man and “block” was a fair assessment of what he did to doorways he decided not to pass through.

“Sure, what’s up?” I replied, looking up from me desk.

“Well…I realize it’s late, but the day just got away from me. I was wondering if you had time still that I could give you your job performance?”

It was about 5:20 and the office had emptied considerably. Although I’d been anticipating going online and checking for emails from internet pals…my disappointment was entirely concealed by a positive “Sure, no problem” reply.

“Good…then why don’t you come down to my office when your done?” he said with an affirmative nod before turning and exiting.

Our concepts of “when I’m done” probably differed, but he was the boss and all I was at his office in another 10-15 minutes. The “pals” had to wait.

He was standing behind his desk with a phone to his ear and a hand gesture, motioned me to the couch and chair arrangement that adjoined his desk. Nice digs…roomy and comfortable. A good place to conduct business…put the customer at ease…then make your pitch.

I took up one end of the couch and waited.

His call complete, he sauntered towards the office door…

“Don’t think I’ve been off that thing for more than 10 minutes all day. Getting ready for the Regional Conference three weeks from now is going to kill me! By the way, I expect you to go with me this time, so

clear your schedule.

Closing the door, he quietly returned to his desk and began rummaging through papers.

Going to the Conference…that was a “first” I’d not heard about before. Thinking we were probably the only ones still left in the office anyway, I glanced at the door absently before replying.

“I’ll look forward to it…and will be ready for you…”

We didn’t work closely on a daily basis…too many separate fires to put out…but I’d always appreciated his talent with people. An official manner that was strong but personal…never offending or confrontational. He was able to bring out the best from his employees and secure the confidence of his customers.

“Good…I’m sure you will” he concluded positively seating himself on the couch opposite me. In

another few moments the official review was underway and we began discussing how well things were going. I did a good job and the department was running smoothly. He obviously knew it and his words expressed his confidence.

It was when the review was concluding…when it took a different tact…that my heart began to race.

“So…how do you like the new software system?” he said conversationally.

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How it Was Chapter 2

This is a follow up to “How it Was Ch.1”, so it might make a bit more sense if you read that one first, although I think it also stands alone well enough.

This is a work that is not based on any real persons or events. If you are not legal age to read erotic fiction, please leave now and do not continue reading. For everyone else, I hope that you enjoy it and have fun. Feedback is always welcome.

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Mr. Robinson stood at the edge of the clearing, hands on his hips, lips pursed speculatively. There was no hiding what I was up to, my shorts and tighty-whities were around my ankles, and my cock was throbbing harder than ever in my hand. He stepped forward, and I waited, my hands trembling. My eyes roamed over his body: black golf shirt, nicely filled with muscular shoulders and arms, tan slacks, now tenting visibly. His eyes roamed over me in return, his lips now slightly parted, turned into a smirk.

“I see you found my stash,” he said, his voice deep and authoritative, but with a rich warmth that I found deeply compelling.

“Uhhhh, I guess so?” I replied. I blushed as I realized I had begun unconsciously stroking my shaft again.

“Have you looked at all of it?” Mr. Robinson asked, stepping closer. I could smell his sweat mixed with his cologne. My cock pulsed in my hand.

“Yeah,” my eyes were riveted to his, and he smiled broadly.

“So you’ve seen this before,” he opened his slacks, and they pooled around his knees. My mouth opened and I licked my lips, as my eyes travelled down the torso of my vice principal to the piece of meat jutting out from under a neatly trimmed pubic patch.

I nodded. My mouth was dry, my cock was leaking pre-cum like crazy. Mr. Robinson stepped closer, our members almost touching.

“Did you like those pictures?” he whispered. I nodded silently. “The ones of the pussies, or the others?”

“All of them,” I choked out, “but especially the others … I found the dildo too,” I blurted out.

He leaned in and his rigid penis brushed against mine, then his lips were on my mouth and our tongues were fencing. He pulled me close against him, and I could feel his hands running over my chest, my back, kneading my ass cheeks. By reflex my own Bycasino hands wandered over his more mature body, feeling the hardness of his muscled arms, the light hair on his chest. His lips moved down to my neck while his hands rested on my shoulders and I could feel him putting downward pressure on them.

Drunk with lust, I dropped to my knees in front of Mr. Robinson and he put his hand gently on the back of my head. My hands were shaking as I reached up and clutched as his rampant cock and I felt his fingers tightening in my hair. My hand could barely close around it and I could feel the thick veins pulsing under my fingers. His pubic hair was a thatch of honey blonde hair, going to gray slightly on his hanging scrotum, and my heart was racing as I inhaled his sweaty musk. I rubbed the head of his dripping cock over my face, smearing it on my cheeks, over my nose, across my lips. He pulled my head back slightly and pushed the broad head of his penis into my mouth as I moaned over him.

“Breathe through your nose,” he advised. I gagged a bit as the tip of his dick rubbed the back of my throat, and saliva was running over my chin, but I followed his direction and soon I was sucking my very first cock with an eagerness that was startling.

I pulled my lips up his shaft and sealed around his glans, as my tongue worked the sensitive underside of his tip. He was beginning to let out little grunts, and his fingers were laced in my hair, his hips jabbing forward with more intensity. My hands roamed over his thighs, his stomach and back across his taut buttocks, pulling him closer to me.

“Hot. Little. Cocksucker,” he hissed, and I moaned in response. His hips rocked faster and faster, his balls slapping against my chin. I grasped them in my hand, as much to stop the distraction as anything else, and he groaned in pleasure, so I rolled them gently in my hand. His hands pulled my head back and he forced his cock deeper into my mouth, fucking my face as he approached his climax.

I realized that I was moaning and cooing in rhythm to his thrusts, echoing the actresses in cheap porno videos that I had seen in my best friend’s basement. Mr. Robinson had complete control over me and I felt a wave of panic, followed by complete abandon as I felt his first spurt of semen Bycasino giriş pulse onto my tongue. It kept coming, his salty seed filling my mouth. He shoved his cock deep into my throat and continued to unload, grinding his bushy pelvis across my nose, until at last he pulled out with a wet squelch.

His cum and my saliva traced a sticky trail over my cheek and down my chin as he stepped away from me, panting. My mouth was hanging open as I tried to catch my breath and swallow the remainder of Mr. Robinson’s load. Still staring directly into his eyes I wiped my face and licked off my fingers. He looked surprised, but then smiled craftily as he eyed my aching cock.

“Stand up,” he ordered, and I complied without thinking. He moved me closer to the fallen log under which his porn collection had been stashed, then turned me away from him. I felt his strong hand come up between my legs and grasp my cock and balls, rubbing my dripping pre-cum over the head. Then he pushed me forward until I was bent over the debris of the log.

I let out a low mewl as I felt the vice principal’s tongue push between my ass cheeks. He swathed my asshole, gently pushing inside, then ran down across my balls. He tucked the head of my cock back between my legs and took it into his wet mouth, sucking me. Then the warmth was gone and I could feel him at my sphincter again, more urgently this time. His mouth engulfed my cock again, but this time he also pushed a thick finger up my ass.

“OH GOD!” I felt my explosion getting closer. If I hadn’t already jacked myself twice that day, I would have cum when he kissed me the first time, but now my self-control was all but gone.

“Fuck me,” I whimpered, aroused beyond anything I’d experienced. I pushed back against him as he fingered me.

“What did you say, cocksucker?” he growled, sliding a second finger into my rectum.

“Please. Fuck me, fuck my ass,” I replied hoarsely, desperate to have him before I chickened out. I knew that if he made me cum I would bolt, filled with shame and fear, but right now I was high with lust and I wanted to be taken fully.

“You want this hard cock up your ass?” he said standing behind me, the hard cock in question rubbing between my cheeks.

“Oh yes, please, give me your cock,” Bycasino güncel giriş I begged. He pushed me roughly to all fours, my knees scraping against rocks and sticks, my hands against the log. I raised my hips so my ass would be turned up for him. I heard him spit and felt the wet warmth slide down my crack.

Mr. Robinson was slightly bigger than the dildo I had used that afternoon, but his rimming and fingering had loosened me up and the pain of his entry subsided surprisingly quickly. His hands grasped my hips as he pushed forward, my asshole slowly engulfing his manhood.

“OOOOOOOOH!” I moaned, my erect cock bouncing off my stomach as he began to fuck me.

“That’s right, take it nice and deep,” he murmured as his pelvis kissed my ass. The first 60 seconds he was extremely gentle, rocking back and forth as I got used to his size. Once he bottomed out, though, it was like a switch had been flicked and he began to hump me fast and hard. His hand ran up my back to my neck, gripping me tightly, shoving my face against the rough bark of the log. “Hot little cock-whore, you love it in your ass, don’t you?” he hissed. His balls were slapping my thighs on each hard thrust.

“I do, I love it,” I squealed back, unnerved by his ferocity but overtaken by my own submissive desire. He pounded me, the weight of him falling on me, rattling my spine. “Fuck my asshole, Mr. Robinson, I’ve been a naughty boy and I deserve it!”

For some reason this sent us both over the edge. He buried himself in me and began to moan unintelligibly as his jizz bubbled into my rectum. My cock was almost numb at this point, but I could feel the impending blast.

Mr. Robinson reached around my waist and gripped my cock firmly, and his touch sent fireworks through my body. Wave after wave of orgasm rolled through me as I gushed thick jets of cum all over my belly and the ground.

He eased out of me and we slumped together, our backs against the log. I noticed idly that I had managed to spatter some of the skin mags with cum. I could feel his load seeping out of my ass.

He caught his breath and stood, tucking his slimy cock back into his pants. I looked up at him, shorts around my ankles, knees apart, erection slowly subsiding and he smirked.

“There is still a week left in the school year, Billy,” he said sternly, “I expect to see you in my office for detention starting Monday afternoon.” He turned and disappeared back into the trees.

My cock was already twitching by the time I had pulled up my shorts and was making my way home in the warm evening air.

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